the clock on the right where you lay faced, glowed 2:27AM, exactly 7 minutes from when you last checked.
you huff irritably, closing your eyes and rolling over onto your left under the sheets. opening your eyes to see your beautiful boyfriend sleeping peacefully.
his head is back on the soft pillow, plush lips slightly parted, facing to the ceiling even though his body is turned to face you slightly. his hair falls messily over his forehead, grazing his long eyelashes that rest gently on his cheekbones. one leg is sticking out of the duvet that rests only just above his waist, showing his full bare chest.
the only light is from the moon outside, spilling through the tiny cracks of the blinds, and your digital alarm clock. it illuminates the darkness over steve and highlights the soft curves of his muscles perfectly.
before you think, your shuffling closer to him, leaning on your forearm with your other hand grazing over his chest.
you know it would be mean to wake him up now, as he's so deep in sleep, but you can't sleep and you know exactly what will help.
"stevie" you whisper, running your hand up his chest to his neck and eventually his jaw.
his eyelids flutter as you keep whispering, your face getting closer to his ear.
"stevie wake up"
he stirs, groans, then his eyes open, close again, then open and find you.
"princess what's wrong" his voice is harsh and gravely and he shifts slightly fighting his closing eyes.
"i can't sleep"
nodding slowly he reaches out his arms, lifting up the duvet signaling for you to cuddle up to him, which you do.
"better?" he whispers, rubbing your back as you nuzzle into his neck.
you hum in response, not a yes but more of a hint that you need more. steve doesn't fully notice, closing his eyes again and kissing your forehead.
his hand on your back is still moving, so you take the opportunity to make a move, lightly kissing his neck a couple times before moving to hotter, open mouthed kisses up by his ear.
his hand stutters, and you can feel him move his head back to try and look at you, eyes fully open now.
"princess.."
"i can't sleep" you murmur into his skin.
"i know i know" he stokes your hair with one hand, squeezing your waist with the other.
"need you steve"
"mm?"
you pull back to look up at him through your lashes with tired, glassy, begging eyes.
"please.."
"please what baby?"
you knew he was already there, had already decided he would give into you, just wanted to play with you first. wanted to see how far you'd beg for him.
his hand moved you back from him as you pushed yourself up to attempt to kiss him, making you whine in response.
"cmon, use your words. what'd you need from me?"
"need you to put me to sleep"
he smiled down at you, stroking your hair once more before cradling the back of your head to kiss you.
his lips met yours softly as he kissed you lazily and slowly, despite your desperate efforts to deepen it by swiping your tounge over his bottom lip and pawing at his chest with your nails.
"eager girl" steve laughed against your mouth, in which you didn't laugh back but instead took to opportunity to push your tongue into his mouth, getting a taste of what's keep keeping you awake this whole time.
steve took your face in his hands, pushing you back away from him. his palms were warm on your cheeks when his thumb rubbed over your lips. you parted them immediately, taking his thumb into your hot mouth suckling on it greedily.
"slow down princess, i'm gonna take care of you i promise"
you hummed and nodded around his thumb, the heat between your legs becoming almost painful.
"please, i need you so bad"
steve removed his thumb from your mouth, smearing your saliva over your lips and chin.
"i know, just lay back baby girl, i'll get you real sleepy"
he laid your head back against your pillow before towering over you and taking your lips back into a deep kiss. you whined into his mouth as his hands found your underwear, rubbing his fingers over the thin, already wet, fabric right over your sensitive clit.
his fingers sped up as he pulled off your mouth to move over your jaw, down your neck sucking deep marks on the sensitive skin before continuing down over your chest.
"stevie.. please stop teasing please"
to your joy, he moves his fingers under the band of your panties pulling them down as you kick your legs to get them off the rest of the way.
his face was at your stomach now, still pressing light kisses into your burning skin. each kiss sent a wave of arousal to your core, getting you dripping for him before he'd even touched you properly.
"fucking soaked for me.. this what's been keeping you awake?"
"uh huhh yeah, please stevie" your hand found his head, tangling in his curls as you pushed his head further and further to your aching pussy.
he went with your force easily, stopping so he was hovering justified millimetres above you, so close you could feel his breath on your core which sent shivers up your spine.
he dipped down, kissing the insides of your thighs as he spread them impossibly further, murmuring how he's going to take care of you into your skin.
the second he kissed you clit you cried out, throwing your head back at the contact you've been craving for hours. your sound made steve fold, he couldn't hold out any longer and buried his face into you fast.
he ate you out ravenously, messily. licking up from your hole all the way up through your folds, sucking softly on your puffy clit before pulling back to spit down and repeat his actions.
already so worked up, you were tumbling uncontrollably to your orgasm. the overwhelming stimulation on your clit mixed with the filthy wet sounds coming from steve between your legs was destroying you.
"stevie-" you choked out. "i- i'm so close"
"let go baby, cum for me"
the vibration of his words sent you over the edge as you came undone on steve's tongue with a loud moan. your legs shook as you closed them, trapping steve's head with your thighs as he continued to lap up your wetness.
"fuuuck- mm" your head was thrown back against the pillow, fingers tight in steve's hair trying desperately to push him away but he didn't let up.
he continued to eat you out through the aftershocks of your orgasm, slowing down to soft licks as he pushed your thighs apart again.
"stevie- 's too much"
he pulls up slightly to look at you, fingers replacing his tongue, teasing your opening.
"shh you're okay"
he pushes two fingers straight into you, curling up and instinctively finding that sweet spot that made you arch off the bed.
still overly sensitive from your first climax, the warm sensation in your lower stomach came back quicker and hotter than last time.
he could tell straight away that you're close, at the way your body responded to him; walls fluttering around his fingers, thighs pushing against his shoulders.
"you gonna cum again huh?"
you can't answer, your vision blurring over you, pussy clenching around steve's fingers, your whole body trembling on the bed as a second orgasm crashes over your harshly.
steve's fingers and tongue ride out your orgasm before pulling them out with a lewd wet noise and putting them straight in his mouth to clean off. the sight makes your head dizzy, and your clit throb.
"taste so good" he mumbles to himself, climbing back up above you. "feel better now?"
not even thinking, you shake your head and pout, greedy for more, for his cock.
"need more, fuck me please"
"so greedy"
"please, i need you"
"you have me baby girl" he says as he plants a soft kiss to your mouth, already ridding himself of his pyjama pants.
he grabs your ass from underneath, pulling your body down slightly and folding you practically in half, your thighs touching your chest, calf's on his shoulders.
he lined himself up and pushes into you in one sharp moment stilling for a second to brace his forearms by your head, hands brushing your face intimately as he starts fucking you slow and deep.
leaning down, he kisses you again. a sloppy kiss that you can hardly reciprocate as the only thing you can think about is the overwhelming feeling of steve's cock dragging against your walls. each thrust sent a whine tumbling out your mouth and into steve's.
"stevestevesteve"
you were a babbling mess underneath him, teetering on the edge of your third orgasm.
"what is it baby girl, talk to me" he brushes a strand of hair from your face.
"Faster- please"
he speeds up his thrusts, still hitting just as deep.
your moans turn into a long, deep whine against steve's mouth, tears forming in your eyes.
"your so good for me princess"
"so- good- fuuuck- close"
"awh is my girl all fucked out? go on then, i've got you"
you came again with a loud cry, a few tears spilling from the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming feeling of steve continuing to pound into you.
"fuck baby- you're doing so well- gonna cum, you gonna be a good girl and take it all yeah?"
"pleasepleaseplease"
his hips stutter before he buries himself deep and spills inside you with a deep groan, filling you up with his hot cum as he kisses all over your face and neck.
the feeling of his spend painting your walls sends you over for a fourth time, your vision blacking out almost, legs falling off steve's shoulders as you go limp underneath him.
"hey hey.. princess"
his hand collided with your cheek a couple times in a light smack until your eyes fluttered open again. he held your face up forcing you to focus on his face.
"there she is" he laughed softly with a hint of relief before kissing your smiling lips lovingly. "you okay?"
"i love you" you whimpered into his mouth.
steve eventually pulled out and rolled off of you, pulling you back with him until you were curled into his chest.
"i love you beautiful" he murmured into your hairline.
for the first time all night, your eyes closed uncontrollably and you felt yourself being pulled under into sleep.
cradled by your boyfriend, with his cum still leaking out from between your thighs.
hi!! i was thinking about reader and joe got engaged -but the internet didn’t know, just their family and friends- and they were hanging out with st cast and some fans see then and started asking reader to marry them and Joe just stood by her side, pulling her closer and lifting her hand to show the ring like 'hey, too late' or something like that! (im really sorry if you didn’t understand, english isn't my first language 😩
MARRY HER ANYWAY!
I had so much fun making this, photos are all just random face claim but manly Gracie Abrams I hope you like :)
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Joeandy/nlver: GUYS!! Joe, Y/N and Sadie Sink were seen heading to SNL to support Finn!
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With the amount of people outside the doors, calling your name and Joe's it was almost as if it was you that had been on that stage, giving the monologue and doing the sketches.
Finn had smashed it, waiting with Caleb, Gaten and Sadie to go to the afterparty while Charlie and Natalia were headed off in front of you.
You and Joe walked out hand in hand, smiling and waving.
"Oh my god!"
"Joe! Joe! I love you!"
There were more fans than paparazzi, more kind words then hard 'look here! look here!'
"Y/n, I'm obsessed with you!" Called one young man.
You smiled. "Thank you!"
Joe squeezed your hand as he walked you down the path created to your guys car. He looked down at you, a proud and loving grin gracing his lips.
"Y/n! Y/n!"
"Joe!"
"Y/n, marry me!"
You laughed, ducking your head into Joe.
You felt his hand holding yours tug and he held it up. Coincidently it was your left hand, the one holding the golden band with the diamond ring. It caught the light of the flashing cameras.
Joe pulled a smug smile. "She's taken, sorry."
He was not sorry in the slightest. Neither were you.
There was a joyous out cry as Joe opened the door for you, hiding you from the increase in flashing lights. Quickly, Joe climbed in behind you, closing the door as the car rolled away from the chaos.
You looked at Joe.
"What?" he said, grinning.
"I can't believe you just did that."
"Did what?" he teased. He grabbed your hand again, bringing it into his lap and caressing over the metal he'd slid onto your knuckle two weeks ago.
You laid your head back on the headrest and gazed at him. The man that was your promised lover.
"Beautiful," he said. He looked up to you, eyes glancing from your gaze to your lips. "So beautiful."
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Gram
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Finnwolfhardofficial: my parents are finally getting married, thank you for all the sweet messages, we’ll be getting back to them as quick as possible xoxo 💐💐
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summary: A twelve year old Steve Harrington doesn't know what hit him harder. That stupid football, or that smile of yours.
contents: mentions of neglect, YEARNING, mild cursing, steve crashing out internally, childhood friends to strangers to lovers… steve being an idiot, FLUFF!!!
word count: 4.9k
a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS IS KINDA LONG, first fic i cant help but yap🥲 might make this a multi-chapter thing! just so it won't be toooo long ;) need enough space just for the summer letters between these two <3
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Steve Harrington would never consider himself to be a loser.
He considers himself far from it actually, for most things in his life he likes to think that he holds an effortless charming approach to everything that people tend to admire.
Though, the one thing that knocks him off his wave isn’t sports, and it isn’t even his grades (though he must admit he isn’t doing the best there either). The one thing that he can never seem to get a hang of… is you.
He isn’t quite sure when it started, but if someone asked him, he’d probably say the day you left your mark on every fiber of his being would be April 2, 1978.
SPRING BREAK 1978 (APRIL 2ND)
“Steven! Time for lunch! Don’t make me call you in again!” a shrill voice yells out into the backyard
With a roll of his eyes, Steve pulls himself up the pool ladder to head inside, not because he wanted to eat, but more-so because he really gets tired of Maggie the Naggie. That’s his third nanny of the year, his least favorite from the bunch. He gets she means well, but boy can she really go at it.
Wet footprints follow him into the sizeable dining room, a squelch can be heard from his wet swim shorts as he sits at the end of the lengthy table. Sometimes he wonders why his parents got such a big table when they’re hardly ever home to eat dinner here anyway. Twelve perfectly varnished oakwood chairs, but only one seems to be more worn than the rest.
“Maggie, I’m gonna head out in a bit” he manages with a mouthful of eggs
“Where are you going? You know you’re not supposed to go places alone, what if something happens to you” the older lady says as she eyes him, hands steadying their motions as they wipe down dishes
“Did my parents tell you that?” he scoffs as he pours himself a glass of apple juice, “We both know they don’t give a damn where I go, plus it’s Hawkins, nothing happens here” he says between sips.
“Your parents care about you, Steven” she says sternly, carrying the clean dishes to the cupboard, turning her back to him.
“Yeah, they can tell me that themselves when they find the time” he tries to laugh, but it feels empty. Composing himself he tries to argue, “I’ll be back before 4:30, just in time to wash up before dinner”
The older woman sighs, turning back to face him. “4:30 sharp? Not a minute more?” with a raised eyebrow.
Steve pulls out his secret weapon, he smiles in a certain way that makes his cheeks look fuller, he thinks the ladies dig it. Well, older ladies do…
Maggie coos, “Alright then, you got me. Not a minute less, Steven” she warns as she takes away his empty plate and glass. “Hurry and wash up then, you smell like pool” she nags with the clinking of dishes.
—
Steve runs down the stairs grabs a baseball cap off of the rack before making his way out, “Bye Maggie, be back soon!” he yells out into the house before shutting the door. Not bothering to take the time to listen to what the older woman yelled out after him. He gets on his bike and makes his way to the park.
Popularity has always followed Steve around, well so far it has. Nearing 7th grade, he finds himself being admired already. It feels nice to be paid attention to. He recently became friends with Tommy Hagan, who he can admit is kind of an asshole, but the other kids seem to think he’s cool. So as the people pleaser he is, Steve spared no time in accepting Tommy’s invitation to hang out today in the hopes of trying to climb the rather short social ladder that exists in the 6th grade.
The park has more kids than usual, they probably wanted to hang out after church, considering it is the last day before school starts again tomorrow.
Ditching his bike at the racks, he makes his way to Tommy Hagan who’s been waving him over.
“About time, Harrington!” Tommy snarks as he playfully shoves Steve. Three other boys surround Tommy, Steve can’t be bothered to try to remember their names.
“Dave brought his new football” adds Tommy, “How bout’ a game of catch, first one to drop it owes the rest some milkshakes” he smirks as the other three boys jeer in agreement. “You’re on” challenges Steve as they jog over to one of the clear areas of the park.
While the ball gets thrown around, Steve notices a white moving van pull up to one of the houses facing the park. A navy blue Ford country following closely behind it. He snaps back into focus as he sees the football nearing his peripheral, he manages to catch it with a little fumble.
“C’mon, Harrington! Better pay attention or you owe us smoothies!” one of the boys taunt as they get ready for the next throw. Steve laughs as he fakes a throw towards Tommy, which causes him to stumble back a little.
His eyes drifted back to the household, he sees that a woman and two kids got out of the blue Ford, and a man was unloading the moving van. One of the kids catch his eye, a girl, most probably same age as him, holding what seems to be her little brother in her arms with great care. A radiant smile on her face as she talks with her mother. That smile could take out an army, Steve can’t help but be infected by the laugh that comes out of her mouth, a small smile making its way onto his face as well.
“Harrington! Think fast!” he hears before the football hits him square in the jaw, knocking him backwards into a wooden bench where he bumps his head.
“Oh shit! Dude, are you okay?” Tommy says trying to stifle a laugh, “Could’ve dodged that if you kept your head in the game” one of the other boys laughed as he grabbed the football as Steve still laid on the ground.
Ignoring the aching pain in his jaw and the back of his head, he tries to push himself using his elbows, annoyed that none of his ‘friends’ bothered to help him up.
“Yeah, should’ve paid more attention, I got the milkshakes” he says as he rubs the back of his head trying to ease the ache.
“You’re the shit, Harrington!” Tommy H. says as he claps a hand on his shoulder before running back to position to continue the game without him.
He sits in pain for a while, he doesn’t know how long but at some point Tommy and the other boys decided to forget about him and run off to play baseball at one of their backyards.
He scoffs and thinks about how he could’ve stayed at home instead. Still rubbing the back of his head and jaw at the same time, his mind wanders off to the girl he saw earlier, he wonders if he’ll see her at school tomorrow.
It was if the heavens heard his wish when he heard a gentle voice cut through his thoughts, “Hey, are you alright? I brought you some cold water and a towel, our ice isn’t fully hardened yet since my dad just plugged in the refrigerator.”
Steve squints up, the sun casting a glare in his vision, but once his eyes focus he realized that he was being spoken to by his cause of injury. His heart does a little backflip when he finally sees your smile up close, he can’t tell if he feels lightheaded because of hitting his head or if it was your eyes looking at him with such care, though it was most definitely the former, he likes the say it was the latter.
No one would expect to feel such big emotions at twelve years old.
“I think you hit your head pretty hard there, did it make you lose your hearing?” you joke lightly as you slowly crouch down to sit with him on the ground. Long pale pink skirt getting stained with dirt, though you didn’t seem to mind at all.
Steve struggles to get a sentence out, embarrassed that a cute girl watched him eat dirt. You laugh as you listen to him stammer, dipping the towel into the cold water and handing it to him.
“Maybe start with giving me your name, don’t think you can mess that up” you smile, that smile again, even though he was already sitting on the ground he could still feel his knees go weak.
Bringing the cold towel to the back of his head, he lets out a sigh of relief from the sensation. “I’m Harrington, Steve Harrington.” he manages not quite meeting your gaze.
“Harrington?” you scrunches your nose. Steve raises his eyebrow, he’s never had such a reaction to his last name before.
“What’s wrong with my name?” he says dubiously, still holding the cold towel to the back of his head.
“Well, you just don’t look like a Harrington. But, you definitely seem like a Steve” you say playfully, holding up the cold glass of water up to him.
Steve furrows his eyebrows at you, glancing at the glass, dipping the towel back in to cool it off. “What’s your name then, since you’re such an expert” he says with a smile.
Something in him lights up as he hears your laugh up close, he hears your name roll of your tongue, now he understands why you’re such an expert. Your name matches you perfectly.
He repeats your name back to you with a smile, “Your friends are kind of assholes for leaving you here” you add as you look around the emptying playground.
“Yeah, I know they are” he tries to laugh but winces at the pain reverberating through the back of his head. He feels a killer headache awaiting him tomorrow.
“Do you go to Hawkins Middle School?” you ask him, eyeing his furrowed brows, you fumble with your pockets looking for something and grab his hand to put it in his palm.
Confused, Steve raises an eyebrow at you, ignoring the way he feels his skin heat up at your touch. He looks at his palm to see two tablets.
“That’s ibuprofen… I kinda figured you might need it soon, but I totally recommend you go see a doctor, you might have a concussion or something” you ramble looking away from his gaze.
“Concussion?” he repeats, trying to figure out what that meant. He didn’t want to seem like a total dunce in front of you so he just agreed, “Yeah, totally probably definitely have a concussion, maybe…” he adds.
“And I do go to Hawkins Middle, are you going there too?” he answers your previous question, stuffing the tablets in his jacket pocket.
“Yeah, I’m starting tomorrow!” you look back at him excitedly, “I was kind of nervous since it is technically almost the end of the school year, I figured it would be harder to make real friends this late” you sighed. “But good thing you got hit on the head!” you joke as you playfully bump his shoulder, apologizing when he squints his eyes and winces at the movement.
“Well, since you saved my ass today, I’ll save yours tomorrow then” he says with a smile, “I can show you around, show you the ropes” he tries cooly. Immediately regretting how cringey that sounded coming out of his mouth.
You probably thought the same with the way you laugh at his statement, something in him buzzes at the sound of your laugh. He can’t help but smile when you smile.
“I’ll take you up on that offer, Steve” you say with a grin, a voice yells out your name behind you. “Sweetie! Time to help your mom with dinner!” your dad calls out into the park.
Looking at Steve apologetically, “I didn’t realize it was 4:00 already” you say standing up from the dirt. You hold out your hand to him, he looks up at you confused, “Well are you gonna spend the night on the ground?” you raise an eyebrow at him.
Now understanding your gesture he quickly takes your hand to pull himself up. There it is again, that warm buzz of your skin on his.
“You better head home too, Steve.” you say to him as you look around the ground around you, bending down to pick up his Cubs hat covered in red dirt. Dusting it off before meeting his curious gaze. He slowly puts out his hand expecting you to hand it to him, but is surprised to find his heart stuttering when you carefully place it back on his head yourself.
The smile you give him after that is fully ingrained into his brain, he thinks that in this moment, he could look directly into the sun but it still would not compare with how bright your smile is.
All he can manage to say during his inner turmoil is a small, “Thanks” his pre-pubescent voice cracking around the edges. He watches you pick up the towel and glass of now lukewarm water, “Next time, I’ll invite you over for dinner, just gotta finish unpacking” you sigh.
“Bye, Steve! See you tomorrow!” you say as you turn to head back to your house. Your father already calling your name a second time.
Wanting to get the last word, “Thanks for helping with my- uh- percussion!” he says hurriedly. Fuck, was that the right word?
“Concussion!” you yell back, not looking back behind you as you wave him off with the back of your hand.
He feels he will never recover. From the football? No that’s long forgotten. From you? You just gave him a concussion for the rest of his life.
Looking down at his dirtied watch, he realizes it’s 4:18, it takes ten minutes to get home. Ignoring the pounding in his head, he gets there in eight minutes, just enough time to dodge another nag session from Maggie.
Also, enough time for him to reflect on how he thinks a football just made him fall in love with a random girl.
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From then on, you and Steve became fast friends. With only a month left to the school year, you two were attached by the hip. Sure, you made other friends, but Steve was your most constant.
A year went by, his feelings grew. He always catches himself looking for you in the hallways during breaks, passing you notes full of nonsense during the classes you have together, and going out of his way to get you the juice you like during lunch before everybody else gets to it.
More time passes, you just became even more radiant from the day he met you. You were so sweet, never failing to make everyone around you feel cared for. He thanks the heavens every single day for letting him experience you.
Getting teased by all his friends about how soft he gets for you, he couldn’t bring himself to mind, he just loved spending time with you.
What he loved even more was that it seemed that you liked spending time with him too. Waiting for him at the school entrance because he gets to school later than you, making extra sets of notes for him because you knew he never really paid attention during class, and inviting him over for dinner every sunday.
For once in his life Steve felt wanted.
Now it’s the summer before sophomore year, you decided to join an all girls summer camp, despite Steve’s protests. This is will be the longest he will have to go without seeing you since you got chicken pox last year. (That was the most devastating week and a half of his life)
“Come on, you can’t just leave me here” he pouts while you pack your suitcase trying to hold in your laughter. He huffs as you eye him with your hands on your hips.
“Stevie, it’s only for a two months, you won’t even notice I’m gone” you roll your eyes as you turn around to dig into your closet.
“Trust me, I’m definitely gonna notice” he mumurs as he stares at the back of your head sadly. Just thinking of you being away for that long made his heart ache, he won’t act clueless as to why. He loves you, with every inch of his fifteen year old heart.
“At least it’s an all girls camp” he sighs absentmindedly, turning your head around you eye him, “So what if it’s an all girls camp?” you ask as you slowly turn your body to face him fully.
Realizing how his previous statement could have sounded to you, he stumbled over his words to try to salvage an excuse. “You know- Well- Boys are gross? Phew good riddance right?” he scoffs as his cheeks turn warm under your gaze. “Yeah you’re definitely gross” you laugh as you throw a sweater at him.
His eyes dart away from you trying to regain his composure. But if he just let his eyes stay with yours for a little bit more, he wouldn’t have missed the knowing smile that flashed across your face.
The sun sets as you two immerse yourselves in conversation. Steve tried his best to ignore the tug in his heart every time he remembered that you would be leaving by tomorrow morning.
Setting aside the packed bags, you huff from exhaustion and throw yourself onto your bed, landing right next to Steve’s sock-clad feet as he rests against your headboard.
Steve mopes and fiddles with the loose thread on the sweater you previously threw, you nudge his arm with your foot to get him to look at you, “Don’t be all pouty on our last day, dickhead” you say as you try to comfort him.
He huffs and pretends to throw a fit as he looks out your bedroom window watching the sun set further. After a pause, he murmurs “Can you promise that you won’t forget about me?” still looking out the window.
You nudge him with your foot again, “I’ll only be gone for a few months” you say as you laugh at his solemn expression. Noticing how his face didn’t lift, you add “As long as you don’t forget me, Steve.” as you smile at him.
“I couldn’t even if I tried” he replies gently, looking at you in a way that you can’t name. You could tell he was being genuine, but also that there was also something more there, you just couldn’t place what. Well, maybe not right now.
You smile, abruptly sitting up to face him which startles him enough that he jumps a little. “Pussy” you giggle at him as you pinch his side, you lean over him to reach the drawer of your side table. Your shoulder brushes against his chest and he feels it stop his heart, he could smell your shampoo from the top of your head just a few inches away. God, he was whipped.
His trance was shattered when you grab something and quickly sit back up to face him, tugging his hand toward you and wiggling something onto his wrist. “What are you doing?” he laughs as you slip what it seems to be a bracelet, shades of blue and white thread braided together.
“What’s this for? Where’d you get it?” he asks as he admires it, its a bit delicate for his taste but anything that comes from you is a treasure to him. “Lots of questions there, Harrington” you joke as you slip on a bracelet of your own onto your wrist as well, now yours was like Steve’s but the roles of blue and white were reversed, there was more white than blue but they were braided together nonetheless.
“It’s for us, I guess they’re kinda friendship bracelets… But I wouldn’t consider us friends, you’re definitely more than that to me”, you say while placing the two of your wrists side by side. Steve feels his heart melt at your words, he could only hope you felt the way he did, but he can’t risk losing what you guys had just from assuming.
“So like best friends?” he adds nervously as he glances up to meet your eyes, you pause as you look at him, feeling your heart tug. Honestly, you still wouldn’t call it that either, you know you love Steve more than anything but is it completely platonic? The way he makes you feel is different than what you feel for your other guy friends, that’s for sure, but now all you can do is slowly nod.
“Yeah… I guess” you smile softly at him. If Steve knew better he would’ve noticed the way the curve of your lips dont quite meet your eyes, but he doesn’t know better quite yet.
Moving to sit next to Steve against your headboard, now the two of you were shoulder to shoulder, “Don’t worry your big head about it too much, Steven” you say gently, nudging his shoulder. Before Steve can retort, he feels a weight on his shoulder and glances to see you resting your head on it, giving him the sweetest softest smile. He feels his heart soar.
“You know I hate when people call me that.” he says slowly not breaking your gaze, he feels the heat across his cheeks. you laugh gently, “Well I’m not people.” Then, he feels your arms circle around his waist, hugging him tight. Your head now under his chin and he feels you let out a content exhale. He doesn’t waste any time to return the hug, wrapping his arms around you, “You definitely aren’t” he mumbles into your hair.
A few knocks resound from your bedroom door, “Come in” you call out unmoving from your position against Steve’s chest. “Honey, dinner’s ready-“ your mother was cut off from the sight before her. Steve couldn’t help but give her a sheepish smile, unsure if she would approve of the situation.
Your mother gives him a sincere smile back, his body relaxes when he realizes she didn’t mind at all. “We’ll be right down” your muffled voice replied. She laughs, “Don’t take too long, the food s’gonna get cold, I’m talking to you too, Steve” she points her finger in his direction before retreating back out the door. “Yes Ma’am!” Steve yelled out before she shut it.
He rubs your arm as if to wake you, “You heard her” he whispers. When you don’t respond he resorts to gently shaking you, “Hey, are you good?” He asks gently, trying to angle his face down to get a look at you. “Yeah, I’m just taking my time” you finally say, voice still muffled.
He can’t help but snort at your behavior. You are absolutely everything to him.
Finally you untangle you arms from around him and sit up, he notices your eyes were slightly puffy and gasped incredulously, “Holy shit, are you crying” he couldn’t help but smile at your state. “Yeah, but don’t let it get to your head, asshole” you retort as you wipe at your eyes with your hands, still sniffling.
Now, Steve could feel a tinge of burning in his eyes as well. You looked so sad looking at him with your glassy eyes, he feels his chest swell with emotion. “You were the one telling me to calm down earlier, now look at you.” He laughs as he sniffles back a tear.
“Well, that was before I realized I won’t be here for your birthday” you say voice wavering slightly as you feel emotion get caught in your throat. “Geez, I think your period is coming, dude” He laughs pulling you into another hug. “How did you know?” You laugh as fresh tears run down your cheeks. “And I don’t mind if you miss my birthday, sure I’ll probably be pretty bummed, probably super bummed but as long as you have fun, I’ll be happy” he says wiping the tears off your cheeks with his thumbs.
You feel your heart burn with affection at the gesture, it’s moments like this when you mean what you said earlier. Steve is so much more to you than a friend, you could only wonder what he thinks. You then reach out wipe a single tear that escaped his eye, he can’t help but follow your finger but he managed to let his gaze land on your lips. His fifteen year old brain just about short-circuits when he realizes how closed the two of your faces are.
“I think it’s time for dinner, Stevie” you say, snapping him out of it. The look on your face makes him realize that you definitely caught him. His cheeks feel red hot when he coughs awkwardly, “Yeah, yup, yes” he says quickly clambering off of the bed, immediately making a beeline for the door.
You love this weirdo.
After dinner, you saw Steve out to his bike, he thinks his dad’s getting him a car for his birthday next month. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised, it’s the least they could do for him at this point.
“You know what, I’m still coming over when you’re gone. I can not miss out on your Mom’s steak and potatoes.” He says before he lets out a burp. You scrunch your nose in disgust and nudge him with your shoulder with a huff.
Now he’s standing in front of you in the middle of your lawn, rocking a little on his heels. “So… I guess this is goodbye?” He says gently. “It’s see you later, Steven. I’m not going off to war” you say deadpan, trying to disguise your sadness terribly. He huffs out a small laugh at your retort.
He takes a few steps forward and doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you again in a hug, it gets so surprising how tall he gets over a few months. You wouldn’t be shocked if he absolutely towered over you when you get back.
“Promise you’ll write?” You say gently into his chest as you wrap your arms around his middle. “Of course, dude. Not like I got anything else to do with you gone.” He laughs into your hair. “Good.” He feels you smile against him.
After a pause he hears you call out his name. “Yeah?” He asks, letting go of you now, allowing him to look at your face now. Your face is flushed, with a mischievous grin on your face. “What is it?” He continues, furrowing his brows at your expression.
“Can you lean in your ear for me real quick, I got something to tell you” you say, trying to stifle your grin. “But we’re the only ones out here” he laughs unsure, not really trusting your intentions. He honestly thinks you might bite his ear off. “I’m not gonna bite your ear off if that’s what you’re thinking.” You add as you roll your eyes.
Steve huffs out a laugh at your ability to read his mind effortlessly. He hesitates but finally lets himself bend down to let you reach his ear, turning his head to the side so you could just say what you wanted. He feels the hair raise on the back of his neck when your breath fans slightly against his ear. Getting flustered, he impatiently prompts you to hurry, “Well?”
He feels the soft air of your laugh, before he hears, “Don’t hang out with Tommy Hagan too much” you giggle into his ear. He furrows his brows, head still turned to the side. He thinks you’re going to continue on since that can’t be the only thing you want to say. After a few seconds of silence, he asks confused, “Is that it? That wasn’t even a big deal-“ before he could fully turn his head back to face you, he feels you place a kiss onto his cheek.
He feels every nerve ending in his body explode.
Goosebumps travel down his neck down to every other part of his body. His heart stutters when he realizes it isn’t a quick peck either. After a few seconds he feels the warmth leave his cheek as you pull away.
Head still frozen to the side, it takes your fingers to pull his chin back towards you for him to look at you again. You giggle when you see that his face looked as reddened as your face felt.
“I’ll see you in August, Harrington. Please behave” you say as you dropped your hand and started walking backwards, smiling at his lost expression. Trying to find his words, he stutters, “See yo- Good- Yea-, Goodnight” his voice cracking at the last syllable.
You laugh as you wave goodbye, finally turning around to jog back into your home. Only glancing back at him when you open your front door. Giving him that same smile that always knocks him off his feet.
When you enter your house, Steve is still left reeling in your front yard. He lifts a hand to where you left the kiss, feeling his face still hot to the touch. Looking up to your bedroom window, hoping to see you one last time, but seeing the lights shut off. As much as he felt disappointed, he could still feel a lovesick grin forming on his face as he turned around to pick up his bike.
“August better be quick” he whispers to himself as he pedals home.
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Summary : An exhausting day with your toddler get saved by your husband.
Warnings : FLUFF; angst; dad!joe; no mention of y/n; toddler is a girl; crying; let me know if i missed something, possible grammatical errors, proofread
Lillie talks : Thank you so much for this request ! 💕 Let’s ignore the fact that I’m terrible at summary’s.. Read more of my work here : masterlist. Request are always open, feel free to ask anything !
English is NOT my first language, sorry if i wrote wrong !! c:
You were standing in the middle of your living room, catching your breath after running after your two years old daughter that clearly didn’t wanted to go to bed. And running with a 7 months-pregnant belly wasn’t the best thing to do. For the past hour, you’d negotiated the bath to your toddler for forty minutes, washing her took the other twenty, and when you told her that is was time for bed, you only got the time to put on her a diaper before she started sprinting down the hallway, giggling hysterically.
“Sweetheart…” you sighed, one hand supporting your lower back, “Come here, baby.”
“No !” She giggled before disappearing into another room. You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly.
This day has been tiring and it wasn’t done yet. It started with your child crying because her banana broke in half and fell on the floor. Then because you gave her the green cup instead of the pink one. She’d refused her nap because she was "not tired" and then cried because she was tired. She screamed into the fan because it was making her have a funny voice.
She wasn’t really the kind of child who does stupid things every time, who screams everyday, she was in fact the calmest toddler ever. But there was some day where she would completely loose her mind and forget all the rules. And with her moving around the entire day, you haven’t got the time to do all the choirs you had to do. The apartment looks a mess and you didn’t had any energy left to clean it up.
Joe had texted you an hour ago that he’ll be home soon, you really hoped that he would be home soon. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Your back ached, so were your hips, your feet were swollen and you had the cardio of an old lady. Chasing her around the house was an impossible thing to do.
Usually she would’ve already been into bed at this hour, probably already sleeping. Putting on her pajamas was the easiest thing to do for a big sleeper like her. But today wasn’t the day, she was still full of energy and sleeping wasn’t her priority anymore.
Tiny footsteps past you again, you quickly turned around, grabbing her by surprise. Finally having her in your arms. But surprisingly, she was strong and you, completely out of force. She fought between your arms and accidentally kicked your belly, making you loose your grip on her. Your arms instantly wrapped around yourself as you watched her disappear again with an other giggle.
“You didn’t catch me !” She laughed from the room next to you.
You grabbed the kitchen counter with one of your hand to steady yourself. Then your baby kicked in, probably a reaction from the sudden hit. You rubbed your belly softly and a short exhausted sound left your mouth as your eyes stung.
“No, no…” you told yourself, trying not to cry, “Don’t cry, it’s okay.” You took a deep breath and exhaled loudly before walking toward the room your daughter was in.
But as soon as she heard your footsteps coming down the hallway, she ran past you again with another burst of giggles. You looked after her helplessly.
“Honey.. please.” You felt tears threatening again.
You loved her more than anything, of course, and she wasn’t being bad she is just a baby still. But today had drained every ounce of patience you had. You pressed your lips together, trying so hard not to cry from overwhelming.
But then the front door unlocked, “Hey girls, I’m hom-” He started before stopping immediately when she ran in his legs, “Daddy !” she screamed while hiding behind his legs, still giggling.
But then his eyes found you. You were out of breath and about to cry, your hair were messy and your hand held your belly.
“I can’t..” you whispered, “She won’t let me dress her and I physically can’t do this anymore.” Your voice cracked on the last word. You quickly turned around and went to your room.
You sat on the edge of your bed as tears began falling down your cheeks. You could see Joe in the living room, he was kneeling in front of your daughter, holding her hands and rubbing them with his thumbs.
“Baby, you should listen to mommy.” He started quietly, “I know that you don’t want to go to bed right now, but mommy’s really tired today and it would be great if you listened to her.” She slowly nodded. “You promise you will go to bed ?”
“Yea…” She said quietly with a soft voice.
“Great.. Now go apologize to mommy.” He gently tapped her back.
Tiny footsteps erupted in your bedroom as she entered the room before stopping in front of you, “I’m sorry mama.” She said quietly before hurrying in your arms.
You wrapped your arms around her, resting your head on hers, “It’s okay, baby.” You said quietly between two small sobs.
When she pulled back, joe grabbed her arms, crouching next to her. “Now go to your room, i’m coming to sing you a song.” She nodded again before running to her room.
Joe finally glanced up at you and kneeled between your legs, both of his hands grabbing your hands. His thumb brushed your knuckles slowly.
“I look pathetic.” You said quietly with a small laugh.
“No you don’t, you’re just tired.” You grinned softly. “What do you think if I run you a bath ?”
You nodded, “Yeah that would be great.” your smile widened.
Joe smiled softly, before standing up and reaching for your face. Then he gently wiped your tears away and gave you a kiss in the forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He said quietly, giving you another kiss and disappearing in the hallway.
Like promised, Joe put your baby to sleep, sang her a song and read a small story. Then he ran you a hot bath. A few minutes later he came back into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He found you exactly where he left you, but you weren’t crying anymore.
He didn’t say anything, he just sat beside you before taking your feet into his lap and starting to gently massage them. You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes as your head fell back.
“You need some rest.” Joe said quietly.
“Yeah. I know.” You opened your eyes and glanced toward him. He was looking at you like he always did, even after 6 years of relationship.
Tired tears fell down your cheeks again, you sniffed.
He gently set your feet back on the ground, before standing up, “Now come on, your bath’s ready.” He helped you stand up and guided you to the bathroom.
After taking off your clothes, you settled into the hot water before asking Joe to come with you. You made some space behind you for him to take. His arms instantly wrapped around you from behind and you leaned into his touch. The back of your head rested on his shoulder, your eyes closed while Joe massaged your back softly.
He gently kissed your temple, “You’re such an incredible mom.”
“But I cried because I couldn’t catch her.”
Joe shook his head, “You cried because you’d to take care of her for the entire day and you’re seven months pregnant.” He said quietly.
You began to cry again, quietly this time. You closed your eyes and leaned into Joe’s touch again.
“I’m gonna stay here tomorrow, so you can rest.”
“You don’t have to.”
“But I want to.”
You smiled through the quiet tears. For the first time all day, you allowed yourself to simply lean against your husband and enjoy the hot water relaxing your body. You listened to the peaceful silence that came afterwards, and nothing else existed in the world anymore.
summary: Your best friend Joe takes you on a tour with his band to see Tame Impala. However, during his set, an unspeakable tension develops between you two.
warning: cussing, feeling nervous, teasing, Joe rolling his hips into the mic stand😵💫, kissing, confessing feelings.
note: that backwards hat goodbye.🫠 also writing this because i am experiencing the biggest fomo of this tour.
Ever since “Currents” by Tame Impala was released, you’ve longed to experience it live. Now, your wish was coming true. Because your best friend - Joe is taking you on tour with him since he is the opener for Tame Impala.
You’ve talked his ear off about Tame, he knew how much his music meant to you. He would feel guilty if he didn’t take you to at least one show of his.
Now you’re on the tour bus with Joe’s band, driving to the arena in Atlanta.
Joe’s team gave you permission to take your camera with you and take photos of them while they’re on stage. You planned to take photos throughout the whole trip, because this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, you wanted to have memories as much as possible.
“With what song are you opening?” you asked Joe, he was sat on the opposite side of the booth in the bus, scribbling lyrics in his notebook probably for a new song.
“Not telling you”
“Oh cmon at least the first song!”
You asked about the setlist, but he said that it’s a “surprise”
“No”
“Pleaasseee”
“No”
“Okay i’ll just go ask Javi” you replied as started standing up.
“No no okay I’ll tell you” you turned around and sat down.
“Im listening”
“It’s awake” oh my, your favourite song?
“No way”
“Yes way” Joe said, taking a sip out of his coffee mug
“That’s such a good song for the opening!”
“Mhm I know”
“Okay now what is the second one” you asked smiling
“Im not falling for your tricks you know that”
You just sighed out loud, acting disappointed.
There was some kind of feeling in your body, excitement? but also nervous. You couldn’t really tell what you felt. On the other side, you saw Joe putting on his bracelet as his leg moved up and down. He was definitely nervous, this meant so much to him and to his career, he was cared of messing up. He concealed his nerves, but small things like talking less and his leg moving up and down betrayed him.
On the other side of the bus, you saw Dalton inging “Pie in the sky” with his headphones in his ears, dancing around without a single care in the world.
But then your attention turned back to Joe, he went silent, awfully silent. You stood up from your seat and sat down next to him, his gaze was focused down on the floor and then to you.
“You nervous?”
“No”
“Joe”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t lie to me” you said
“Okay I am a little” he admitted
“It’s okay to be nervous, this is a huge thing you’re doing. It’s totally alright to feel some kind of emotion”
“Thank you”
He wrapped his hand around your shoulders, pulling you closer.
His band mates always teased both of you that one day you’ll start dating. Yeah sure there were some moments where it felt like you were more than friends, but none of you made the first big move.
Putting your favourite song first on the setlist? Maybe on a accident, right?
Taking you on the whole tour with them? That’s what friends do, right?
Getting into a fight with your ex boyfriend 5 months ago because he cheated on you? Thats what he deserved, right?
Knowing your go to meal when you’re on your period? Taking care of you, right?
Cracking one of his teasing corny jokes while you’re sad? Just to make you laugh, right?
Or maybe, just maybe, you were more than friends.
Walking into the arena felt like a dream, the stage? It was an enormous circle, with instruments in the centre. Joe explained to you how you could walk all around to take pictures, the security won’t make a problem.
“Where’s your mic stand?” you asked
“It’s that one in the centre” he pointed out, coming closer to you so you could see where his finger pointing at. You could feel the warmth of his body and his expensive smelling cologne.
You’ll admit he occasionally made you nervous but you chose to ignore it. After all, he was your best friend.
In exactly 5 minutes they were supposed to be on stage, the arena was pretty filled up. One of the fans saw that you’re a “photographer” for them and gave you a bracelet that said “djo 29” It was so cute you wore it the whole entire night.
The moment they stepped on the stage, the fans went crazy. When Joe approached his mic stand his eyes immediately landed on you, giving you a wink.
You shot him a smile and thumbs up, signalling that everything is going great.
He grabbed his Gibson guitar and began strumming. All of them were seriously so talented.
“Up on a hill
Blue eyes made of plastic”
The moment the crowd heard those lyrics, all you could hear behind you were screams. Seeing them being this excited for Joe made your heart melt, because he deserved all of the support.
You walked around, taking pictures of the band but also of some fans. You saw a girl with a poster that had Gator Tillman on it. That was your favourite character Joe played. The girl immediately posed when you asked her to take a picture of it.
When Gap Tooth Smile started, you couldn’t help it but sing the whole entire song.
What really confused you is Joe staring at you the whole entire time during the song. One time he took the microphone and squatted at the edge of the stage, singing to you.
He got you feeling so nervous , you pulled out your camera to take a picture of him. Your hear was pounding furiously in your chest.
It felt like you blacked out during that song, Joe’s whole attention span was on you, singing the lyrics. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Later when they started playing Egg, the crowd went even wilder. Joe gave his everything while performing this song.
You took a lot of pictures in the meantime, the colorful lights coming from the ceiling made the pictures look ten times better.
Standing in front Joe while he sang the bridge of Egg, he looked ridiculously good. You couldn’t help it but look at the veins on his neck every time he sang a higher note.
“Back to the egg, it's crimson and gold (crimson and gold)
I'll follow the rules and do what I'm told”
He was looking straight at you during the bridge until his hips rolled towards the microphone stand.
You could feel your cheeks burning and throat tighten. You felt frozen, you couldn’t move. There is no way he did that while looking directly into your eyes.
You continued on taking pictures of the others just to avoid what just happened.
After they finished, Joe told you earlier to wait for him in the VIP area. He said that he will join you once they finish. Ten minutes later you saw a group for there guys approach you - Joe, Javi and Dalton. They looked so hyped after their first show, smiling from ear to ear.
When you saw Joe, you couldn’t believe yourself. He wore a backwards hat and a white t shirt and showed off his toned body. Hate to admit it, but he looked so good, you couldn’t take your eyes off him.
“Hey there!” Joe yelled as he approached you, his arms outstretched for a hug.
“You guys did amazing!” you said as you hugged all three of them.
“Thank you it was crazy out there” Dalton said.
“I took some really really good pictures” you said proudly.
“Tonight back in the bus you’re gonna show us all of them” Javi joined the conversation, taking a sip of his beer.
Javi and Dalton both left you two alone, to go grab some snacks.
You were left alone with Joe, he stood right beside you, your shoulders touching from time to time.
“So how did you like it?” he asked
“I loved it!”
“What?” he couldn’t hear you from the loud arena
You tiptoed up to his ear and said “I said I loved it!”
He smiled “I’m really glad, you’re about to love it even more”
About 15 minutes later Kevin got on the stage. It felt unreal, seeing him live after all of these years. You felt so happy, singing the songs out loud and dancing to them. Joe joined you during “Let It Happen” dancing around together without a single care. All of this felt like an unreal dream.
You saw Javi holding up your camera and trying to figure out how to take photos, while Dalton tried to explain but he didn’t listen to him. They looked like two little kids arguing.
Joe grabbed his hat and placed it on your head, and he started laughing because of how big the hat was for your head.
When it started falling off your head, you placed it back on Joe’s head and whispered into his ear “It looks better on you”. You decided to tease him after what he had done during egg.
“You think so?” he smirked
“Mhmm”
He shook his head laughing.
There was tension between you two the entire night, it was the only thing you could feel it at the moment.
When “Loser” started playing you got all excited and started singing it to Joe, while he stood there laughing.
“I fell into ya, I fell into ya
Tried to correct it, well, shit, I wrecked it”
You turn your head enough just to catch him staring with his hazel eyes.
“Cmon sing” you smacked his shoulder. He shook his head no.
You held onto the barricade, and then you felt Joe shift from beside you to behind you. His hands caged you between him and the barricade. You could feel his chest against your back. And something poking you on your lower back, is it what you thought it is?
“Oh, my love, can't you see that you're on my mind?” You sang out the lyrics loudly.
Joe’s face drew nearer to your ear and he teased, “Am I?”
You felt your body heated up again.
You slightly turned your face back to him “Maybe” you bit your lip, his eyes immediately saw that.
You both stayed like that, looking at each other’s eyes and not saying a single word. It felt like you two were the only people existing.
Suddenly the concert ended. As Joe heard Kevin say goodbye he grabbed your hand and guided you towards an unfamiliar room. When you entered it you realised this is their dressing room.
“Tell me” Joe said. His eyes looked darker now.
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me that you didn’t feel something back there” he sounded so serious.
“I wha-“
“- Tell me that you didn’t feel anything when I sang Gap Tooth Smile directly at you” He said with his voice shaky
“I felt everything Joe, everything!”
He wasted no time cupping your jaw and kissing you deeply. It wasn’t a soft kiss, it was one filled with hunger and lust. Years of bottled up feelings finally coming out. Your head was spinning.
His hands grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against him.
Your hands wrapped around his neck trying to pull him even more closer. Your noses would touch every time you deepened into the kiss, making you chuckle.
Joe kissed you like it was just the two of you in this world, his hands gripped your waist, afraid that you’d disappear if he let go of you.
You had the thoughts of wondering if Joe was a good kisser, his lips always looked so soft. Turns out he was really good at kissing, you were melting under his touch.
He broke the kiss, panting because of the lack of air in his lungs.
“Holy shit” he rested his forehead against yours
“Holy shit” you whispered.
“I can’t believe that happened” he said
“Well it did” you chuckled “Wait are Javi and Dalton still betting on us?”
“Uh yeah I’m pretty sure Javi just lost the bet”
“He maybe lost something, but i gained something really really nice” he whispered in your ear.
“Hmm like what”
“A really beautiful girl that makes my mind go crazy”
“You’re too cheesy” you smacked his chest.
“Hmm you say so? Let me ask you something, did you like the part during Egg?” he smirked
“What part?”
“Oh you know exactly what part”
“Oh - that” you felt your cheeks burn
His mouth found your earlobe and kissed it before whispering, “I bet you liked it” and gently biting it.
“You made me go crazy I started imagining that you’re the mic stand” he said
“You can’t just say that!”
“Oh yes i can baby” baby. The nickname.
“Tonight, back in the hotel, I will make love to you to catch up on all of the lost time” he kissed your neck.
“mhm”
“Oh you like that? How about here?” he asked as he kissed the other side of your neck.
“Joe please I-“
“This is just the start honey”
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AN: I kinda felt like it would be cuter if it was a surprise to her rather then them having sex and he gets out his phone to record her. I hope it's still okay.
I’d always thought that loving a musician would feel glamorous backstage passes, glittering crowds, poetic love letters disguised as song lyrics. I hadn’t expected the reality of late nights on studio couches, coffee cups stacked like defeated soldiers, and watching the man I loved disappear behind headphones and flashing red recording lights.
Joe Keery was a storm I’d willingly stepped into beautifully chaotic, endlessly creative, frustrating, magnetic. And I was hopelessly, embarrassingly in love with him.
We’d been together nine months long enough that he knew my coffee order without asking, short enough that everything still felt thrilling.
Tonight was one of his studio nights.
And I was pacing like a caged animal in our flat.
The clock on the wall read 11:48 p.m., and he still wasn’t home.
I told myself not to check my phone again… then checked it anyway.
Nothing.
No text.
No missed call.
Just silence.
The annoying part was that silence never meant anything bad Joe got swallowed by music when he worked, disappearing into it like the world outside didn’t exist.
Still, my chest felt tight.
I missed him.
I missed us.
I missed his hands on my waist, his mouth against my neck, the way he whispered my name like it tasted good on his tongue. Lately he’d been distant not cold, just far away, pulled into some creative place where I couldn’t follow.
I told myself to breathe, made tea, and curled up on the sofa with a fleece blanket.
Midnight.
My phone buzzed.
JOE: On my way. Don’t sleep.
A shiver ran down my spine.
Three words.
Three dangerous, suggestive words.
I typed back before thinking.
ME: Hurry up then.
The dots appeared instantly. Then vanished.
He was teasing me. Of course he was.
Five minutes later, the front door opened, and Joe stepped in, cheeks flushed pink from the cold, curls messy under his beanie, guitar case slung over his shoulder.
But his eyes god, his eyes they didn’t look tired. They looked wired.
Excited.
Hungry.
“Evening,” he said, voice low.
I sat up slowly. “You look triumphant.”
“I am,” he replied, shutting the door behind him. “I’ve made something. Something big.”
“Another song?”
“Yes,” he breathed, kicking his shoes off and crossing the room towards me, “but this one is different.”
“How?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he bent down, braced one hand against the back of the sofa beside my head, and kissed me.
Hard.
The air rushed out of my lungs. His mouth moved against mine with a hunger I hadn’t felt from him in weeks like he’d been starved and only just remembered where to eat.
I made a noise half-surprised laugh, half-soft moan. His fingers slipped into my hair, tugging, guiding, deepening the kiss until my whole body hummed.
When he finally pulled away, I was panting. His lips were flushed.
“That sound,” he murmured, thumb brushing my cheek.
“What sound?”
He only smirked. “Come with me.”
He took my hand, tugging me gently down the hallway into our bedroom. At first I thought he wanted something more heated and physical and my stomach twisted in delicious anticipation.
But instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and rummaged inside his coat pocket until he pulled out a USB stick.
Then he looked up at me.
“I wrote a song about you,” he said softly.
My breath caught.
“About me?”
“About us. About… the way you make me feel.”
Warmth bloomed through my body, spreading like sunlight. I sat beside him, thigh pressed to thigh.
“Can I hear it?”
He just pressed a pair of headphones gently over my ears.
And pressed play.
The first note was soft a guitar chord, warm and slow.
Then came Joe’s voice.
Met her in the quiet hours, city breathing rain outside the window…
My throat tightened. I knew that night the night we’d met in a bar, both hiding from rain, both pretending not to stare at each other every three seconds.
The music built, layering drums, harmony, soft synth.
The lyrics weren’t just romantic.
They were intimate.
Real.
He sang about my laugh.
My stubbornness.
My body and the way it moved when he touched me.
The way my moans made him feel.
Tears flooded my eyes.
I was inside the song.
Then halfway through
I heard it.
A soft sound layered behind the drum beat.
Barely there.
Quick.
Fleeting.
But unmistakable.
My moan.
My cheeks flamed. “Joe”
He held a finger to my lips, eyes dark.
“Keep listening.”
And I did.
The moan came again hidden inside rhythm, echoing like breath against skin.
Not sexual.
Not pornographic.
Just raw emotion.
The sound I’d make in the middle of pleasure so deep it had stolen every word from my mouth.
The moment the song ended, I pulled the headphones off, heart pounding wildly.
“You recorded me?”
He swallowed. “Not like that. I’d never violate you. It was 2 nights ago when we were having sex in the kitchen.” His cheeks flushed. “You made this noise, and I swear to God it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. And the musician in me… couldn’t let it go.”
I stared at him.
“My moan is in your song.”
“Yes.”
“And you did that… on purpose?”
“I did.” He leaned closer. “Because I want the world to hear what you do to me.”
Heat shot through me.
“That’s...”
“Too much?” he whispered.
“No,” I breathed, pulse racing. “It’s insanely hot.”
He grinned wicked and proud.
“Good.”
I shoved his shoulder lightly. “But you could’ve asked.”
“I wanted it to be organic,” he said, smirk softening into earnestness. “And I wanted to give you something new, something intimate, something that belonged to you.”
I blinked. “Belonged to me?”
He swallowed hard.
“The song… is called Your Sound. And I want you to have writing credit.”
My heart stuttered.
“What?”
“You’re part of it. Literally.”
My throat closed up.
“Nobody’s ever written me a song before,” I whispered, voice unsteady.
Joe cupped my jaw. “You deserved one.”
He kissed me again slow this time, lingering, savouring.
I melted.
My hands slid under his jumper, fingertips brushing warm skin. Joe tugged me onto his lap, and I straddled him easily.
His breath hitched.
Our mouths met, desperate, hungry, laughing between kisses. My fingers tangled in his messy curls, tugging until he groaned deep and throaty.
That sound shot heat straight through me.
He nipped my bottom lip.
“God, I love you.”
I kissed along his jaw, voice teasing:
“Love me, or obsessed with recording me?”
He laughed, head falling back.
“A healthy blend.”
His hands rested on my hips, thumbs stroking my waist through my T-shirt intimate, charged, delicious.
“Play it again,” I whispered.
His eyes darkened.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He pulled his phone out, pressed play through speakers.
The room filled with music.
I rocked gently on his lap grinding and swaying, body tuned to rhythm. He held me close, forehead pressed to mine.
“Listen to what you do to my heart,” he murmured.
And I did.
Every lyric carved into me.
She’s stormlight, warm night, hair tangled in my fingers She laughs and I swear the universe shifts
“I can't believe you wrote that about me” I whispered.
“Every word baby”
I kissed him fiercely.
Suddenly he rolled us sideways onto the mattress, laughing, bodies tangled in blankets.
We lay face to face, noses almost touching.
“Why do I feel like crying and jumping you at the same time?” I asked breathlessly.
He smirked. “Ideal reaction.”
“Joe this song it’s so sexy.”
“You’re sexy.”
I flushed. “Shut up.”
“No,” he whispered, mouth brushing my ear, voice low enough to melt bones, “I need you to understand something.”
“What?”
“Your existence turned me into a better artist. A better man. You make me want to risk everything. And I want the world to feel you the way I do.”
Something in my chest cracked open.
For a long moment we just lay there, breathing each other in.
Then I hesitated.
“Are you sure you want the world hearing that moan?”
He looked thoughtful.
“I thought about it. Hard.”
“And?”
“I’m not using it because it’s sexual. I’m using it because it’s human.” His fingers brushed my cheek. “It’s the sound of someone feeling so good they forget they have to pretend. It’s love, not just sex.”
My eyes stung again.
“You’re unreal.”
Joe kissed my nose.
“And if you want it gone, I’ll remove it. No ego. No argument.”
That shocked me more than anything.
“You’d change the whole track?”
“In a heartbeat.”
I pressed my forehead to his.
“Don’t change it.”
A grin bloomed on his lips.
“You sure?”
“Yes,” I said. “I love it. And I love you.”
"I love you too baby and I want to show it to the label tomorrow.”
“Big step.”
“I want it to be the single.”
My jaw dropped. “Joe!”
“And then…” he whispered, brushing hair behind my ear, “…when people ask who the girl in the song is, I want to look them dead in the camera and say: the love of my bloody life.”
Then he pulled his phone out.
“What are you doing?” I laughed.
He angled the microphone between us.
“Say something,” he whispered. “Anything. I want to put one last piece of you in the song.”
I rolled my eyes, smiling.
“You’re insane.”
He nudged me.
“Say it.”
So I whispered looking him directly in the eyes soft and truthful “I love you, Joe Keery.”
He hit stop recording, beaming.
“That,” he murmured, “is how songs become immortal.”
Months later the lights dimmed in he arena.
The crowd roared.
Joe walked out holding his guitar, nerves buzzing under his skin. I could see it from backstage the way his fingers trembled slightly before the first chord.
Then he spoke into the mic.
“This next one… is for someone special. The person who makes every day feel like a song.”
The crowd cheered.
My stomach flipped violently.
He started playing.
The arena fell silent.
As the chorus swelled, thousands of fans closed their eyes, swaying, humming.
Then
My moan hit the speakers.
Soft.
Echoing.
Barely noticeable unless you knew.
My knees went weak.
Not from embarrassment but from pride. From love.
Joe looked backstage, eyes finding mine instantly.
He winked.
My chest exploded with warmth.
He finished to a standing ovation fans chanting his name.
And when he walked offstage, sweat-damp curls clinging to his forehead, he didn’t catch his breath or grab water.
He walked straight to me.
Lifted me up.
And kissed me like we were the only two people on earth.
“That was for you,” he whispered against my lips. “All of it.”
