PAIRING; joe keery x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS; you're a friend of the stranger things cast and following the end of the series, you find yourself closer and closer to joe – and the fans pick up on it instantly.
WARNINGS; angst...
NOTE; face claim varies from post to post! just pretend they're all you. if you address the time stamps on anything im gonna eat you. NO ONE BE MAD AT ME PLS IM SO SORRY THIS BROKE MY HEART.
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lmk if you wanna be added !
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yourusername hihihi heres my new album philophobia i hope you guys like it 🌟
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spotify wow, ok, first thought... transcending the game
sadiesink_ WOW ok that was a whole lot im def not crying rn
devhynes loved producing this w/ you 👏
calebmclaughlin are you ok😭
gatenmatarazzo enough to bring a grown man to tears
oliviarodrigo oh my gosh everything you do is perfect ilysm
lilymhe oh my GOD, gonna go break up with my bf so i can experience this fully
alex_albon wait 🤔
user4 GODDDDDDDDD
user9 i know im parasocial idgaf i genuinely sobbing uncontrollably pls unrelease this album pls pls y/n pls.
user0 oh shit oh shit oh shit
user7 joe when WE catch you
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yourlocalfangirl guys!!!!! i just met joe keery out in soho😭 crying real tears
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user11 OHMYGOD YOU LUCKY BITCH DID YOU ASK HIM ABOUT Y/N
yourlocalfangirl YES I DID i asked him if he heard her new album and he said yes and i asked me if i heard it and what i thought of it and i said i heard it and i loved it so much but it was so sad!! he like nodded (2nd pic) and said yes and he agrees 😭😭😭😭
user11 holy. shit.
user7 god i see what you've done for others
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yourusername thank you jimmy for having me on tonight to perform my new song "casual"! it was an honor and i hoped you all enjoyed it 🌟
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fallontonight we all love you!! amazing performance as per usual
finnwolfhardofficial im not even joking this was truly magical yo
yourusername thank yew king
oliviarodrigo miss you girl
yourusername miss you more
user9 OH OK SO STAY OUT OF THE STUDIO BC THIS BROKE ME
user5 oh my GOD shes ethereal
user0 joe majorly fumbled holy fuq
user1 hi so is no one gonna talk about jacob fucking elordi in her likes or what
user22 nO I NOTICED THAT AND IM PEEPING IT
user4 did no one watch the performance??? all the comments are abt her looks or the guys which i get are a big part of this but her performance was genuinely one of the most heartbreaking things ever
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user7 THANK. YOU. oh my god i was transfixed the whole time and it was so beautiful and she sounded SO upset and everyone keeps reducing it to a guy (no shade to joe)
user40 oh shiii she liked
Please read the warnings before reading any FF. Most of them are +18
Do I have a new obsession? HELL YEE
<part16 ...
June 2026
James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
🍮 p*rnstar by @superbassbuck | +18 | One video isn’t nearly enough for Bucky. He wants more of you—wants to make you his star, his girl. But it isn’t just him who’s hooked. His viewers can’t stop talking about the voice in the video he’s been jerking off to. Now everyone’s desperate to know who the mystery woman is… the only thing is, it's been ten months since you two last spoke.
by @jamesbbcrnes
🍮 BRUISED
🍮 TO BE A MUSE
🍮 FIRST DATE
🍮 DISTANCE
🍮 ONE FLEETING MOMENT
🍮 MR & MRS BARNES
🍮 EVERYTHING I’VE NEVER SAID
🍮 Tell me again tomorrow by @imnotjustreadingg-volume-two | fluff | Y/N is happily playing beer pong with the avengers. Strangely she's losing. Her mind occupied by a certain super soldier.
by @phoenix-in-writing
🍮 This Old Apartment | When Steve Rogers sent you to find his oldest friend, he didn't plan on you deciding to stay hidden instead.
🍮 The Fall | Bucky thought he'd be okay watching you marry someone else. Until he sees you in your wedding dress with a smile that doesn't come close to meeting your eyes.
🍮 Long Day | Congressman Barnes has had a long day, and gets a little...creative.
🍮 Wallflower | Rebecca Barnes drags you to a dancehall, where Bucky is determined not to let you be a wallflower.
🍮 Siren Song | You had the voice of an angel. Yet he wasn't sure if you would want to speak to a devil like him...
🍮 "Wait, why are you on Tinder?" by @w1nter-fairy | It starts as a harmless prank. It ends with Bucky Barnes having a full-blown existential crisis over the possibility of you having a Tinder account.
🍮 I Would’ve Followed You by @stanmarvelous
🍮 Pregnant and whining by @imnotjustreadingg-volume-two | fluff
🍮 Testing Limits by @tw1sters | fluff | Opening your big mouth has never benefited you in any way. In this case, it lands you on a grueling hike with a side order of jealousy.
🍮 cherry blossoms by @flowersforbucky | fluff | you give bucky flowers for the first time.
🍮 Furry Foe by @stardustrider | what do you think, who's better at getting girls attention: Bucky Barnes or Alpine?
🍮 If not more by @perdidosbucky-yyo | The perfect anniversary doesn't exist, does it?
🍮 I licked it, so it's mine by @mickimoo1409 | After a night of heavy drinking, some truths come to light.
🍮 “had work” by @heldbybarnes | bucky has an ex that gets thrown into the picture.
by @aquaticmercy
🍮Triumviratus | +18 | 11k | Dex x reader x Bucky | Emperor James rewards his new favourite gladiator, Dex, with the one prize he loves most: his empress.
🍮 Threesome with Dex and Bucky
Benjamin "Dex" "Bullseye" Poindexter
by @sweetjellytea
🍮 cat | fluff | your cat isn't a big fan of you bringing dex around the apartment
🍮 back to the old house | series | synopsis a chance meeting on a flight and sharing headphones with a stranger somehow leads to building your (fairly unusual) lives around one another.
by @daystarpoet
🍮 the red means i love you | Another day, another job. To Dex, the greatest demonstration of love is offering to help you take out targets and bleed out with you on his carpet. To him, you've never looked better than what you do when you're covered in blood after a fresh kill.
🍮 bad idea by @mcrdvcks | You wake up one night to a familiar knocking on your window.
by @strangelure
🍮 cant ever be normal | +18 | dex cant ever be normal about you sending him voice messages
🍮 thinking about dex |
🍮 good by @girlpointdexter
🍮 Till death do us part. by @barbecuewithoney | +18 | series | Your new obssesion is probably like you.
by aquaticmercy
🍮 Be Brave | Dex is finally home, but his son doesn’t understand why his very scary daddy is so clingy with mommy.
🍮 Making Up With Dex After an Argument | +18 | how would dex and reader resolve an argument
🍮Dex Finds Out You Have a Matching Scar
🍮 Dex is Very Clingy and You’re Enabling Him
🍮A Hundred Times A Day | +18 | Dex is convinced that he‘s bad for you, but maybe you were made for each other.
🍮 If Love Had Teeth | +18 | 13k | Dex only ever had the best intentions with you. What happens when he appeals to your darker nature?
🍮 He's Good To Me | Benjamin Poindexter, monster to everyone else, is the only person who could keep your mind from falling apart.
🍮 What Makes A Good Man? | +18 | 22k | Benjamin Poindexter finds his North Star in a sweet librarian who probably should’ve run. Still, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
🍮 Sleepover | +18 | Dex loves being a father, but one child-free weekend is all it takes to remind you he’s always going to be your embarrassingly needy husband first.
🍮 Good Eyes | You and Dex find out your son has powers.
🍮 Your Best Friend Finds Out that You’re Harboring Your Fugitive Husband
🍮Your Best Friend Is Not Blind
🍮 Dex’s Son Has a Favourite Superhero. It’s Daredevil.
🍮You and Dex Have a Pregnancy Scare
🍮 Dex’s Very Own Three-Body Problem
🍮 The Best You’ve Ever Had | +18
🍮 Beginner's Luck | +18 | 12k | You joined Dex’s stream as a guest and left with a problem.
🍮 Principles | +18 | 13k | Dex is jealous of your sex toys. What else is he jealous of?
🍮 All the Angels and Their Halos | You think someone has been following you. You were right.
🍮 Dex Deals With His Son’s Tantrums
by @clawxmoon
🍮 dex trying to be romantic
🍮 ex-boyfriend
🍮 jealous
🍮 you're too young for me
🍮 kiss land | +18 | your boyfriend, dex, comes home covered in blood after violently slaughtering police officers at a nearby diner.
🍮 pathetic by @holeinthemattress
🍮 Glitch by @sun-hashira | series | you've spent your whole life believing soulmates were supposed to be safe and perfect until yours shot you through the shoulder and then become the one persone you couldn't stay awasy from.
🍮 freak by @dexfangs
🍮 a common misunderstanding by @redtailhawkdeerwriter | +18 | You come home early to accidently discover something new about your boyfriend.
🍮 teach him by @margottenenbaum222 | +18
🍮 obsession by @eatingboyss
🍮 YOU JUST LOVE HOW LARGE YOUR BOYFRIEND IS by @rhaenyras-crown
by @babybellabale
🍮 times dex whimpers
🍮 “dex needs like a really weirdo fucked up girlfriend”
🍮 kisses all around | you love your boyfriend and you especially love your boyfriend when he’s asleep next to you, and you’re able to kiss him wherever you please
🍮 Mine by @multi-fandom-imagine | Because with you, there is no Bullseye. No weapon. No perfectly calculated trajectory.
🍮 silly neighbour by @wetpussyju1ce | The first time dex meets u is when you knock on his door one random evening. He happened to be home so he opened the door, with a pen in hand, just in case.
🍮 dex who by @hypnospatron | +18
🍮 dex couldn't possibly miss that spot by @northistar | +18
🍮 Dex being his own warning by @the-unseenone | Sometimes, when you concentrate hard enough, you can ignore his eyes on you.
by @ssaweetie
🍮 A little bit of everything with Dex
🍮 It was rare that Dex got sick
🍮training by @deerfawnn | dex teaches you how to throw knives.
🍮 drop dead by @softly-potter | After things with Julie end on a sour note, Dex resigns himself to obtaining her routines; her coffee order, walking trails and habits. What he doesn’t expect is to harbor not just an infatuation, but a regular old human crush on the barista that takes his order.
🍮 dex is a guard dog by @duchess0fmalfi
🍮 virgin by @lonelypony-m | +18
🍮 SAFEST PLACE TO BLEED by @metal-armed-muse | +18 | Bullseye shows up bleeding in Matt Murdock’s arms. You have a clinic, a locked door, and a terrible habit of letting wounded things crawl into your hands.
🍮 Let Me Be Enough by @nervousd | +18 | Dex just wants to be perfect for you, unfortunately you’re not making it easier for him
🍮 Under His Watch by @navybrat817 | An act of kindness puts you in Dex’s sights.
🍮 Dilf by @n3ptoonz | +18 | as your best friend's very single hot dad and you've never met him until today when she suggested studying at her house
🍮 Silent treatment by @annaevermore | You try to give Dex the silent treatment. Key word: try.
🍮 OBSESSION by @rottndeer | +18 | dexs' ocd making him hate unfamiliar touch.
🍮 sensory issue by @yourfavwiitch | He would get so overwhelmed with the tiny ends of your hair strings.
🍮 Shameless by @dontyouworrydaddy | Reader smack Dex ass.
others
🍮 One Choice Leads to Another by @societyfolklore | Frank (EB) x Reader
by stanmarvelous
🍮 Can’t Escape | Lee Bodecker x Reader
by phoenix-in-writing
🍮 Piano Keys | TJ Hammond x Reader | Soon, something is going to have to give. You can't keep enabling his bad behaviors and watching him continue to go down the wrong path.
🍮 Enough | Steve Kemp x Reader | In the aftermath of your mistake, you aren't sure how much longer you can go on like this.
🍮 On the Range | Nick Fowler x reader | He just wants to make sure you're protected if he's not around.
🍮 Lucky Cigarette | Frank (EB) x Reader | Unrequited love for someone that sleeps around and only thinks of you as a friend and bums your cigarettes.
$ log - bucky barnes has been reading a book on how to be a person again. you are sick, stubborn, and about to become a case study in chapter six!
$ warn --sfw --gn!reader --workaholic!reader --soft!bucky --he-just-wants-to-help --he-made-soup
$ wc w 1.5k
$ cd masterlist
Bucky read The Hobbit when it came out. He was twenty, working the docks, and he'd bought it second-hand three weeks after publication because the cover looked interesting and he'd always liked a good map. He told Sam this once, casually, in the middle of something else entirely.
Sam had said: how do you know about Gandalf?
Bucky had looked at him. I read the Hobbit. In 1937. When it first came out.
He still reads. That part hadn't needed relearning — it was in there from the start, underneath everything, waiting. Paperbacks mostly, or small enough for a jacket pocket. He goes through them fast and doesn't make a big thing of it. Just turns up with a new one every few days, exchanges it for another at the library two stops from the compound using a card Sam helped him register for.
How to Be Here: A Practical Guide to Reconnecting by one R. Guile is not his usual genre, but he'd found it on the common room shelf with no name in it.
He read the first chapter standing up, and taken it to his room without discussion. He annotates in pencil. He's tabbed twelve pages. He takes Mr. Guile seriously, like completely serious.
Currently, he's working through Chapter 6: Recognising When Someone Needs Care.
He clocks you on a Tuesday at half two in the afternoon.
He's in the armchair by the window — good sightlines, old habit — and you're at the table with a datapad and a posture that has been declining for the better part of an hour. He'd noted it without categorising it at first, the way you note weather. Then you reached for your coffee and your hand had a slight lag to it, and he looked properly.
The sway. You keep listing two degrees left and correcting before it gets anywhere. Page 92 has a diagram he'd thought was overly literal at the time. It is not overly literal.
He closes the book on his thumb, gets up, and crosses the room.
"You are sick," he says.
Not a question, more like a field assessment.
"A little," you say, which he takes as a confirmation. "Don't worry about it, I can —"
"You should be resting."
"I will. Once I finish this section."
He looks at the section, then at that stubborn look of yours. He consults Mr. Guile.
"Would you like chamomile tea or masala chai?"
You blink. "What?"
"I think the chai is better." He finds the line. "Warmth should feel intentional, not incidental." He looks up. "Chamomile is more incidental."
"Says who?"
"Says Mr. Guile." He says it the way someone says says the manual — simply, as information. He's already turning toward the kitchen. "I'll make both."
"You don't have to make —"
But he's already gone.
You're not entirely sure how it happened.
One moment you're at the table, fully intending to finish the brief. Then there's a blanket around your shoulders. It’s the big fluffy throw from the back of the couch, Wanda's, unmoved for four months. You're on the couch with two mugs are on the coffee table in front of you.
Chamomile on the left. Masala chai on the right, steaming.
"I started the chai first," Bucky says, from the kitchen doorway. "Because it takes longer. So they'd finish at the same time."
You open your mouth, but close it when he disappears again. Something smells like stock.
You look at the mugs. You look at the blanket, which is tucked around you with a thoroughness that suggests it was not casually draped. You look at your hands, which are not holding a datapad. This is already a problem you don't know how to address from inside a throw blanket.
He comes back with a bowl, sets it on the table, sits in the armchair across from you, and then goes still.
You watch him look at the soup, your bundled self in the blanket, and then your arms. Oh. Look at the blanket. He does the geometry.
He reaches for the book — pages to a section and reads it twice, lips moving slightly.
Then he picks up the spoon, fills it, and holds it out with the steady focus of someone who has decided on a course of action and wil be seeing it through.
You stare at him.
"Chapter 6," he says. "Section 4. Helping the cared person manage themselves when independent movement is restricted." A pause. "You can't really get your arms out."
"I could get my arms out."
"You'd lose the warmth." He says it plainly. "Sustained warmth is essential to the recovery environment." The spoon is still extended, patient. "Mr. Guile is pretty clear on this."
You look at the spoon. You open your mouth.
His face does nothing, which you're learning is how Bucky looks when something has gone the way he hoped.
The paracetamol kicks in somewhere around the second bowl.
You'd told Bucky the soup was good.
He'd said I know, not with arrogance, just as a fact — he'd checked the recipe three times.
Then your eyelids had started going. You'd said his arm looked like a good place to put your head, which wasn't the most coherent sentence you'd ever produced. He'd said okay before fully processing it, and now you're out cold against his left shoulder.
He hasn't moved in thirty-seven minutes.
Your head is on the metal arm, cheek against the seam where the plates meet. Before you went under you'd said the coolness was refreshing, which he is still turning over. He looks at the arm the way he sometimes does when he forgets to not look at it — cataloguing. The weight of it, and the horrendous history of it. All the particular cruel uses it's been put to.
And then your breathing evens out completely, and you make a small sound that isn't quite a sigh. Your head gets heavier against the metal, and he looks away.
He picks up the book. Chapter 7: Giving People Space Without Disappearing Entirely.
He reads the same page twice. The third time it goes in. He turns it, careful not to shift his shoulder, and keeps going.
Common room, approximately four minutes later
Sam has a photo. He took it from the doorway and has been studying it on his phone with the quiet reverence of a man holding evidence of something he wasn't sure he'd live to see.
The composition is, objectively, a lot: Bucky Barnes, straight-backed, stone-faced, reading a self-help book with his metal arm operating as a headrest for the one person in this compound who had previously survived every intervention anyone had attempted.
Steve had tried asking, back in February. Straightforward, sincere, the full concerned-captain approach. You'd thanked him and kept working.
Sam had tried the peer angle, the hey I'm also tired let's both take a break angle. Clint had once faked a rolled ankle specifically to redirect your attention and you'd called the medic yourself and filed an incident report.
Natasha had silently placed herbal tea near your workstation three times over two weeks. You'd drunk all of it without ever technically agreeing to anything, and kept working through each cup.
Bucky read a book and made soup before he knew for certain you'd need it. And is now a piece of furniture.
"He started the chai first," Steve says. He'd been in the kitchen. He'd watched the whole tea operation without intervening because he hadn't known what he was watching until it was done. "Because it takes longer. So they'd both be ready at the same time."
Sam looks up from his phone. "He planned the timing."
"He planned the timing."
A beat.
"I've been trying to get them to rest since February," Steve says.
"I know."
"I used the captain voice."
"I know, Steve."
"Bucky used a book."
Sam puts his phone in his pocket. From the common room, the particular quality of silence that means someone is asleep drifts through the doorway.
Natasha hasn't said anything. She's been leaning against the counter for the past six minutes, coffee in hand, watching Steve process this in real time, and she finds it extremely interesting.
"Chapter 6," she says.
Steve turns. "What?"
"That's the chapter. Recognising When Someone Needs Care." A sip of coffee. "He told me about the book last week. He was very enthusiastic about the soup section."
"He highlighted it," Steve says, slowly, because he'd seen the book on Bucky's side table and the pencil marks in the margins.
"He highlighted it," Natasha confirms.
$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @froggibus
Yes, of course, I love doing these; they’re so fun to do. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this !!
scaredy cat
Pairing: Gator Tillman x girlfriend!Reader
cw: domestic fluff, suggestive
I can imagine you and Gator having this ongoing butt-slapping war that started a couple of months ago at random because he kept slapping your butt, and you asked him how he’d like it if every time he got up from the couch or bed. At first, he didn’t take your words seriously when you said you’d do it when he’d least expect it, but he learned you were not fibbing when he was pumping gas one day.
He had gotten out of the car, went inside, and paid for the gas and your favorite snacks. You were chomping away on your snacks and saw that it was the perfect opportunity to get him back because it was unpredictable. You turned the music up slightly in hopes it would muffle the sound of you opening the door, then your boots meeting the gravel floor. You peeked out from the side of the car and saw that Gator had yet to notice, so you kept tip-toeing your way closer to him until his butt was in perfect slapping shot. You wound your hand up with a malicious smile on your face, trying your best to hold in your laugh, then you hit him. He jumped up and yelled, then turned around swiftly to see who the perp was.
“Jesus baby, I thought you were some perv,” He panted, clutching his heart.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was just too easy,” You laughed, almost toppling over from his mere reaction.
“Almost took you out, mamas,” He said, removing the pump from the tank.
“Yeah, right, you jumped up like a scaredy cat,” You teased, poking at his shoulder.
“Whatever,” He mumbled, walking you back to the passenger seat.
“I love you, my scaredy cat,” You said as he closed your door. You leaned out the window and puckered your lips, waiting for him to kiss you.
“No, you were mean to me,” He scoffed in a butt-hurt tone.
“Fine, fine, I guess I’m not going to show you that new present I got you,” You said in a mocking tone.
And with that, Gator scrambled towards you, showering your face in soft kisses.
When he got back into the driver's seat and started the car, he stared at you for a moment, then rested his hand on your inner thigh. “You're so mean to me sometimes,” He joked.
“You love it.” You smiled as he started to drive back to the house.
booking by anon & @wolfiee10: 1- >1k, gator, fluff, smut, forced proximity, fake dating, enemies to lovers
pairing: gator tillman x fem!reader
summary: gator's sick of his father telling him to settle down, so to have a date to his father's wedding, he goes to the person he hates the most, because roy loves you.
wc: 4.2k
warnings: 18+mdni,smut, unprotected piv sex (tsk tsk), gator was kind of a bully, known each other since hs, snowstorm except i've seen snow once in my life before so it may be innacurate asf, reader and gator probs one or two years out of high school
a/n: hello my beauitfuls!!! thank you thank you thank you so much i love youuuuu 💗 got a bit carried away with this one (again) sorry 😅 but i hope we like it.
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There were many places Gator Tillman wanted to be right now. In the sheriff’s department, shoving a criminal behind bars while his coworkers watched in awe, at the quarry, drinking beers with his boys as they laughed about absolutely nothing, in the backseat of his truck with a girl underneath him that screamed his name like there was no tomorrow.
The list was extensive, but nowhere, nowhere on it was here — on your front porch, watching in silence as you double over laughing so hard that you had to hold onto the doorframe for support.
The sound was horrifying. So grating. So damn irritating. Just like the rest of you. And he just had to stand there shivering while you yucked it up, his only anchor the grinding of his teeth so he didn’t scream at you.
Jeez, he would’ve done anything to not be in this situation. But his dad had a wedding coming up and the past few months had been filled with the endless barrage of questions from family and townsfolk all the same. “So when are you gonna find your own little bride?” “Gettin’ to that age now where you gotta start thinking of a family.” “If you start now, you’ll have plenty of chances for good kids in the future.” It was the lasts one that got to him the most. Good kids. He was meant to be that for Roy. So he had to find someone to satiate the town’s never-ending hunger. And unfortunately, you were Roy’s top pick. Ever since high school, Roy had been bothering Gator about you. The golden girl. Sweet, doting, quiet.
In front of him maybe.
Gator saw the real you. You weren’t sweet, or doting and certainly not quiet. You were this — rude, degrading, and unabashedly loud. Loud wasn’t the right word. Deafening. In your insults and your eye rolls and the stupid fucking laugh that was still going.
“I’m sorry. I-” You giggled again. “Sorry, sorry- Just- Pfft- You want me to be your date to Roy’s wedding?”
Gator sighed, hearing the words repeated back to him. A week from now, he was going to have to spend a whole day in hell, pretending that you two were - barf - in love.
He shook his head. “Not just my date-”
“Oh right, you want me to pretend I’m your girlfriend.”
He stared down at his boots, kicking the puddle of melted snow on your porch. “Fi-fiancé, actually.” He felt the pink rush to his cheeks. Since when was he shy to talk to you?
“Fiancé?” You stoped entirely, all amusement draining from your face. “Why?” He explained the whole situation to you. And you listened. Didn’t make any snarky comments and tried with all your might not to make judgy faces either.
“Look, it’s only a few hours, nobody there really knows ya so just pretend. You’re really good at that aren’t you?”
You raised your eyebrows, stepping slightly inside because the cold was getting to you. “What is that meant to mean?”
Somehow, right before he opened his mouth to start ripping into you, he remembered that you were his only shot at having peace next week. He bit back all the insults. “Please. Just one day. Free food, pretty dress.” He had nothing else to offer you.
You scanned him up and down, and he was all to aware of the desperation oozing off of him. It was humiliating, but he was hoping maybe you’d take pity on his sorry ass. You straightened your posture, the tiniest smile on your face. “Well, where’s my ring, then?” Gator blinked at you in disbelief but you only just put your hand on your hip.
“If I’m gonna be your fiancé, I need a ring don’t I?”
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The dreaded day came quicker than Gator could have imagined.
He knew he was fucked from the moment he woke up. The winter air nipped at his skin as he forced himself out of bed, warning him to just stay there. As he splashed his face with freezing cold water to wake himself up, the fuss downstairs made a pit grow in his stomach. This was his father’s third wedding. After today, there’d be another stranger in his house. In a few months, kids, if Roy had his way. More people that Roy could compare Gator too. More people that would probably be gone soon enough.
Today, Gator had to smile and pretend that this was exactly what he wanted. And he had to do it with you on his arm.
The morning was spent driving back and forth from the church, dropping off chairs, flowers and everything in between. As the hours passed outside, the snow and wind were picking up, making the driver harder each time. Who the hell had a wedding in the middle of winter in North Dakota? Occasionally, he’d hear someone calling to ask if the wedding was canceled, but the response from Karen was always the same: “We’re not going to let a little snow stop us from the best day of our lives.”
It was about to be the worst day of his.
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By the time he reached your house, he could barely see anything through the white snowflakes pelting down at an incomprehensible rate.
He couldn’t tell whether the curling feeling in his gut was from the inconvenience this snow caused or the fact that this was it. The rest of the day would be spent with the person he hated most in the world playing make-believe that you were his fiancé. He would rather spend the rest of his life alone than that.
He took a deep breath, composing himself before honking the horn to call you out. One minute passed. Then two. He glanced to the window and couldn’t see any movement inside. With a huff, he pressed his hand to the horn again, longer this time, just willing you out. After about another minute, the front door flew open.
Gator went still.
You walked over, wearing a gorgeous floor length dress; modest enough that people wouldn’t talk but still showing off all your best features. You always were good at toeing that line to make all the parents and kids love you. Except with Gator. But right now, he wasn’t thinking about that as he watched you strut down your driveway, the flowy fabric dancing with your movements, and your hair and makeup done perfectly. You almost looked like a normal girl.
But as soon as you entered his car, Gator remembered exactly who you were.
“Don’t even have the decency to pick me up from the front door, asshole?” You grunted, collecting the fabric of your dress so it didn’t get stuck in the door.
“Would ya hurry up?” He grunted.
You simply took a deep breath, shutting the door behind you. “Let’s not fight, honey.” You said, the sweet sarcasm oozing off your voice. “It is a happy day after all.” Gator ignored your comment — and the strange feeling that nickname was brewing in his stomach — instead, reaching over you to open the glovebox. “What are you-”
His hand wrapped around the small metal item, holding it out to you. “Here.”
Your pupils blew wide, observing the ring pinched between his thumb and forefinger. You didn’t move for a long moment, and Gator’s patience was already running thin. He sighed, grabbing your left hand and sliding it on your finger. Even as he turned the engine back on and you drove down the street, you didn’t say a word for a long time. Finally, as you were turning towards the ranch, you spoke.
“Did you actually-”
“Relax, I’m not drainin’ my life savings for one miserable day.” His eyes darted back to the road, the next words fighting to push past his lips. “It’s my mom’s.” His teeth ground together, anticipating some sort of teasing from you. But you only said one thing.
“It’s really nice, Gator.”
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The chapel was already buzzing when they pulled up — townspeople and mostly family filling the pews. As you and Gator stepped inside, all eyes shot to you. Immediately, his hand shot behind him to clasp yours. To show that you were a couple, of course. He pulled you to the side and sped down the aisle, one goal in mind. Getting his dad to see you. Before he could reach the room where he knew his father was waiting, someone popped up.
“Gator, hon! How are you?” He squinted for a moment, trying to figure out who this woman was. Relative? Aunt?
“Uh-” He blinked, temporarily forgetting how to be a human. “Good. Really…good.” He tried.
The woman’s attention immediately drifted to you. The only reason why she was even talking to Gator, really. “Who’s this?”
Gator sputtered out your name, shifting so you could step in front of him. “My fiancé.” He choked out. The woman’s eyebrows shot up and Gator got the feeling that the idea of that was just as hypothetical to all these nosy relatives as it was to him.
“Well when did this happen?” He felt like he couldn’t get his words out. But lucky for him, you were one step ahead.
“One week ago! Proposed during dinner, it was so sweet.” You squeaked, all fake happiness. God, you were a painfully good actor.
“Oh, honey that’s beautiful! I didn’t even know you were with someone Gator.” Again, he couldn’t respond.
“We’ve been keeping it quiet.” You smiled. “Didn’t want to put a jinx on it.”
“Well, soon enough it’ll be you two here, huh?”
The image flashed in his mind instantly. Him at the end of the aisle, you walking down, your face peeking through the veil.
“Oh look at that, he’s already blushing at the thought of it.” The woman cooed. Gator was all to aware of the way your eyes darted toward him. Both of your eyes stayed stuck to him, waiting for something to escape his throat. The thing that finally got him to do so was a little squeeze of his hand from where the two of you were still connected.
“Oh, yeah. So excited.” He awkwardly raised your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft peck there. The moment he set it back down, your hand ripped out of his. He cleared his throat. “Well, better go see the old man before they tie the knot.”
And finally the woman set them free.
As they turned out of the main hall to a room on the side, you leaned in and whispered. “You gonna freeze up like that in front of your dad, too?” Gator only growled in response, pausing in front of the room where he could hear Roy on the other side. But just as Gator was reaching out for the door, someone else rushed up to him. Karen. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy like she’d been crying and the veil fell behind her in a mess. “Gator, come here.” With a terrified glance to Roy’s door, she dragged Gator (and consequently, you) down the hall. “They’re-They’re gone! I looked everywhere and-”
“Karen what?”
“The rings!” Karen was suddenly very aware of her volume, her voice coming back down to a whisper. “I can’t find the rings. How are we going to get married without them? Roy’s gonna be so mad.”
“Ok, ok, slow down.” You chimed in and Gator was beyond glad. He never was good at solving problems with anything other than his fists.
Karen paused, scanning you up and down. “Who are you?”
“I’m…” You breathed. “Gator’s fiancé.” Before Karen could react to that statement, you were cutting her off. “Now, what’s happening with these rings?”
“I had them tucked away safely in the box. I even double checked them last night.”
You nodded, calmer than ever. “Where did you put that box?”
Karen’s face contorted into the meanest scowl Gator had ever seen, and suddenly, she was grabbing you by the shirt and pulling you close to her face. “You think I’d be panickin’ if I knew?”
Gator saw a flash of shock on your face but it disappeared just as fast. “Is it in the chapel, you think?”
Somehow, your gentle energy exuded onto Karen and she let go. “I don’t think so, but I can’t be sure.”
“That’s ok. So…it’s probably at the house then!” Maybe Gator was starting to see all that sweetness his father was always on about. But it only made him more bitter that he didn’t receive the same treatment. Never had. “Any idea what room?”
“I already told you-”
“Ok.” Gator stepped between you two before Karen could blow her lid again.
“We’ll go check the house then.” You offered. Gator was about to protest, knowing he didn’t want to spend another second in that frustrating snow, even if it was just going up to the house and back. And then you two would have to search the whole house for a tiny box, and oh, God, he hadn’t even done the thing he brought you hear to do. But before he could say any of that, you were slipping your hand back into his and blinking up at him. “Gator, honey, we can do that right?"
“Sure thing.” He didn’t hesitate to respond. Fuck, what a pretty girl could do to him. He caught it as soon as he thought it. You? Pretty? Surely not. But as you led him out of the church, his eyes would not stop dragging over your figure, and the way your hair was styled perfectly, and when you glanced over your shoulder to check he was still there, he suddenly noticed how nice your eyes were.
As he stepped outside, the ice cold air slammed into him, crashing him back into this reality.
He didn’t like you. He wasn’t clinically insane. He squinted his eyes, trying to find his car in the oncoming pouring of white snow. It was getting damn difficult to do anything. One gust of wind and they weren’t going to be able to move.
And that’s exactly what happened less than an hour later.
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You’d been scouring the house for thirty minutes now — every room, every drawer, every damn corner.
“Where the hell is this thing?” Gator called after searching his dad’s study for the third time.
“I swear, it has to be here!” You sighed in equal frustration, flopping down the steps.
“Fucking hell, why’d you volunteer us to do this?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, avoiding eye contact where you met in the kitchen. “They’re probably in there waitin’ on us and now it’s on my ass to find it! Dad’s gonna kill me.”
“Well, I don’t know maybe we can give them this?” You pointed to the ring on your finger.
“Are you crazy?” He immediately yanked it off your finger, the protectiveness rushing through his body. He pretended it was for rational reasons. “They’re gonna do the ceremony with one ring and it’s his ex-wife’s?” He leaned in.
“Well, I don’t know! At least I’m trying to come up with solutions unlike you!” You pressed a finger to his chest, pushing him back a bit.
“Yeah, damn stupid ones! I don’t even know why I invited you here, you’re getting me into more trouble than you’re worth!”
“Fuck you, Gator. I’m leaving.”
“Go!” You spun on your heel, speeding for the door.
The second you threw it open though, the energy in the room shifted. So did the temperature. In front of you was nothing but solid white, your body already waving at the speed of the wind. The two of you had been so caught up in your search that you hadn’t realized the snowstorm outside. You glanced over your shoulder to him yet again, considering whether it was better to be with the storm here or out there. The frown on your face told him your answer.
“Don’t-” But there was no use. You stepped outside the door slamming behind you. Gator felt his heart drop to his feet. North Dakota snowstorms were nothing to fuck around with and you both knew that. “Wait!” He screamed, his feet moving faster than his brain.
He stumbled onto the porch, the force of the wind attempting to shove him to the side. Somehow, through the snow, he caught a glimpse of your dress. You were only a few steps ahead of him, on the last porch step as you yourself struggled to push forward. With all his might, he moved ahead, hand gripping onto the railing for dear life. You were still staring out at the snowy fields ahead, deliberating where to go from here. You took another step forward. He made it to the bottom step. But now he had to let go of the railing too. In the mass of snow, he’d lost sight of your body.
He squinted his eyes again, honing in on the bright fabric of your dress. With a deep breath, he rushed forward. His feet sunk into the snow, its resistance making traversing the short distance infinitely harder, but he finally reached you.
He wrapped his arms around your body, dragging you backwards with all his strength. “Are you crazy?” He shouted over the raging wind, though he wasn’t sure you could hear him. You weren’t exactly fighting him, but you weren’t trying to get back to the house either. “Why are you tryin’ to die?” The question came out more strangled than Gator was expecting as you both heaved yourself up the steps.
He couldn’t figure out which one of you was shivering more as he finally threw the door to the house open, both of you making it inside. Instantly, the warmth hit you. The floor inside had been coated in a small white dusting around the door from you and Gator’s dramatic exits.
“There’s a…” Gator panted, heavily. “Heater in my room.” You didn’t exchange words but navigated your shivering body towards the steps. If Gator wanted to kill you before, then he didn’t know how to explain what he was feeling now.
He watched carefully as you managed up the staircase, slowly adjusting to the warmth inside. You weren’t out there long enough to develop something serious but he had to be cautious. Luckily, beyond the general coldness, you seemed fine. “Room’s doors down on your left.”
You hesitated. “What are you-”
“I’ll be there in a second.”
A few minutes later, Gator was headed up the stairs with two feeble attempts at hot cocoa in his hands. As he turned into his room, he saw you, lying down in the sheets, bundled up in the warmth. Even though you were on thin ice with him, you did look sweet like that. “You’re an idiot, y’know that?” He grunted, setting a mug down on his nightstand while he put the other one on his desk. Though he was freezing, the heater was starting to warm up the room and you looked cozy under his comforter. To his shock, though, you shuffled over, lifting it up so he could crawl in too.
“Don’t make it a thing, I know you’re cold too.”
He shook his head, but moved over to the bed anyway, sliding between the sheets. You ended up facing each other, both your bodies still shaking slightly.
You sighed, looking past him at the drink on the nightstand. “You made us cocoa?”
“Don’t act so surprised, I can be nice when I want to.”
You bit your lip, your eyes drifting away like you were considering say something. You whispered it, quiet as possible. “Yeah, but not to me.”
Immediately, Gator felt the same irritation you always set off in him. “That’s not fair, you hated me first.”
“I did not. I barely talked to you until you decided I was a teacher’s pet and everyone needed to know that.” You snorted. “And don’t act like you would’ve cared if I got hurt out there.”
“You think I ran after you for fun?” He sighed.
“No. You ran after me so you wouldn’t get in trouble with your dad. Dead girl on the ranch isn’t exactly the best way to start a marriage.”
“Yeah, well, neither is this damn snowstorm.”
“True.” You sighed. “I know I shouldn’t have stormed off just…I sacrificed a lot to even be here you know. Once this starts spreading around town I’m branded as yours forever.” He hadn’t even thought about that, but you were right. Even if you ‘broke up,’ no one would dare approach you out of fear of him.
“So why the hell did you agree to it?”
You shrugged. “Cause I felt bad for you. I know how your dad can get. I’ve seen it at football games before.” Gator didn’t know what to do with your admission. You clearly didn’t either, brushing it off. “And besides. A girl comes to a wedding, they want a little music, a sappy ceremony, and maybe some good sex after. Was gunning for two out of three tonight but I got zero so far.”
And for the first time ever, Gator honest to God laughed at something you said. No sarcasm, no cruelty. And you were laughing too. Together, this time.
As the laughter died, a silence fell between the two of you. It felt strange, to be on the receiving end of your niceness. It felt good.
“You’re right.” Gator had never said those words to you before and never dreamed he would. “I think I’m the one that started hatin’ you first.” You went still, waiting for him to elaborate. “Teachers used to say that to me all the time. That I’m ‘more trouble than I’m worth.’ So did Dad. But you…Everybody loved you.” He felt his blood boiling at the memories. “Everytime I got told off for acting out, I’d always hear your name. Never figured out why I couldn’t be more like you like they all wanted. But it pissed me off.”
You rolled, shuffling a little closer. Gator was all too aware of the heat between your bodies now, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the covers anymore. “Then you started pissing me off in spite?” He nodded reluctantly. “And then I would get mad at you.”
“Got so used to the whole thing, just…thought it was how it’d always be.” This time, he moved closer, the skin of your legs grazing, your breaths mingling.
He felt it fall down his throat as you whispered, “Was?”
He wasn’t sure exactly what compelled him to reach out, brushing your hair behind your ear. “You think you’d settle for one out of three?” He tried, lips brushing yours. You responded in turn, lightly connecting your lips together. He barely felt you the first time, and still, a jolt ran through his body. He kissed you again, a little firmer this time. And again and again and again. That hot cocoa was long forgotten. Your warmth was far more intoxicating. And as his hand came to rest on your hip, yours on his neck as your bodies moved against each other, the friction making his pants grow tighter by the second, he felt himself falling under that spell that everyone else did. Seeing you. Maybe as you always were.
His fingers danced down your thigh, bunching up the fabric of your dress so it was over your hips. He choked when he felt lace at his fingertips. “Sure you were only gunning for two out of three?” He chuckled against your neck. You didn’t respond, your fingers working desperately at his belt buckle at the same time his dipped past the waistband of your underwear. With you palming him through his briefs, him gathering up your slick, you both let out equally loud moans. Quickly, he shoved his pants down to his ankles, pulled your leg over his hip and slid himself in. All the while, his lips remained on yours, swallowing the sounds of satisfaction you were both let out. Usually, when he was with girls in bed, he was quick, crazy and desperate to get off as fast as possible. But for some reason, today, he found himself moving slow, careful — savoring that for the first time ever, his name wasn’t falling from your lips in annoyance. As he pulled out and sunk back in deeper, your arms came to wrap around his shoulders as tight as possible. Never did he think you would be trying to hold him close instead of pushing him away. He had no idea how much he wanted to hold you back. He had a bruising grip on your hip, guiding your movements.
As your pleasure crested, you slammed your lips into his again, this time much more fierce and certain than the first kiss. He was pretty sure, somehow, it was that feeling that made him follow right after. He stayed there — close to you, tangled in you — and even then the spell didn’t wear off. You’d decided to do all this for him, even though he had never been kind to you. That was going to change now. From the nightstand, his phone rang out. Reluctantly, he pulled out of you, both of you wincing at the feeling.
When he answered the phone, Roy’s voice came out the other end, saying words that made Gator unfortunately burst out laughing. You turned to him, your eyebrows pressed together, voice soft as you asked, “What’s going on?”
thinking about that part in civil war where bucky says "my name is bucky" and steve gives the most saddest wounded little wet cat look a man could possess like he wants to crawl through the screen and pet bucky
Hey!! could you write showering together with Joe?? They both are after exhausting day and just have nice, relaxing moment in the shower
Rinse The Day Away
Pairing: Joe Keery x fem! reader
summary: Decompressing with your boyfriend Joe after a long day for the both of you.
warnings/tags: 18+, established relationship, showering together, kissin cause duh, domestic fluff ☺️, not proofread (sorry), lmk if I missed anything!
wc: 734
author's note: Hello anon! (omg that's fun to say) My first ever request kinda nervous 🫣. I hope I did your request justice & I hope you enjoy!!! 😚
The front door of your apartment slams shut, drawing yourself away from the show you were only half paying attention to. Turning your head to where your boyfriend stands in the entryway. The soft glow of the hallway lamp gives the hollowness of his under-eyes an even starker contrast to the rest of his face.
“Rough day?” You ask, despite already being sure of what his answer would be. "Come join the club." You add opening your arms up to him.
He takes the invitation and drops himself down on the couch half on top of you, careful not to crush you with the entirety of his weight, face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. Your hands automatically find their way into his hair to lightly scratch at his scalp, Joe immediately closing his eyes at the sensation. Rough days usually ended like this, the two of you finding each other like magnets, decompressing in the quiet understanding of one another.
Joe breaks the silence first, voice muffled and vibrating against your neck, "Nothing sounded right today.” In reference to his studio session, “No matter what we changed or rerecorded, nothing worked. Had to call it early.” You hum in response, continuing to scratch at his scalp. “What about you? You said ‘welcome to the club.’ bad day too?”
Your hands pause in his hair, “The same, nothing going right either. I mean I swear Joe everyone was born yesterday.”
He can’t help but smile against your neck. “I think I know what could help.”
“We both quit our jobs, and move to a cabin in the middle of the woods?”
“I was thinking something along the lines of a hot shower and some takeout,” He says as he removes his face from your neck to finally look at you, a smirk teasing at the side of his mouth. “but we can arrange for your idea eventually.”
You shove at his shoulder as he peels himself off of you, pressing a peck to your lips, and making his way to the bathroom. You occupy yourself by grabbing your phone from the armrest next to you and ordering from you and Joe’s favorite restaurant.
By the time you meet Joe in the bathroom, he’s already in the shower. You rid yourself of the clothes on your body and peel back the curtain, steam billowing out as you join your boyfriend.
It’s an immediate relief, the hot water cascading down your body relaxing the tension that you’ve been holding in your muscles all day, with Joe feeling the same way. Before you could move an inch, Joe was already reaching for your shampoo and forming a thick lather of soap on your scalp. He lets you lean into him as he rinses your hair, avoiding your eyes, and repeating those steps before saturating your strands with conditioner.
As your conditioner sits, you return the favor, reaching up to lather shampoo into Joe's hair letting him lean back into the steady stream of the shower to rinse.
For a few minutes the two of you stand there, the sound of water droplets hitting the shower floor filling the silence between you. A mutual understanding that you didn’t need to dwell too much on the days you’ve had, standing there in the presence of the other was enough to bring both of you back down to earth, but Joe can’t resist sneaking in a few soft kisses to your lips causing you to let out a small huff of laughter with each one.
Eventually, your conditioner is rinsed off and bodies are washed. Joe exits the shower before you loosely wrapping a towel around his waist before helping you step out and draping your bathrobe over your shoulders, a light kiss to your shoulder before leaving you in the bathroom alone to finish your post-shower routine.
You end the night as you do on most nights like this, resting on the couch with your boyfriend wrapped up in his oversized sweatshirt. Dinner discarded on the coffee table in front of you, a show you’ve watched a hundred times illuminates the living room. The two of you discussing nothing important but still finding ways to make each other laugh between the lines.
Although the days are long, the fact that it leads to moments like this make them just a little more worth it.
Joe thinks the same.
p.s author's note: Oh my god writing this made me feel so much better after trying to write last night hopefully my Joe x reader angst gets to see the light of day soon. Also feel free to send in requests this was so much fun and I'd love to do more!
hi! i’m checking in for a week with gator tillman! if we could get a room with a phone, some coffeee and tea, and a turndown service that would be great! if we could upgrade that to a penthouse suite that would be great!! thank you hun
(he’s a asshole and make bro GROVEL.) we have truly lost the art of groveling and ik damn well you’d eat it up
from insomniac's inn
booking by anon: >1k, gator, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, established relationship
pairing: gator tillman x fem!reader
summary: when roy makes rude comments about your body at dinner, gator naively dismisses them as nothing. soon enough, he realizes his mistakes.
wc: 2.4k
warnings: 18+mdni, fatshaming, body image issues and insecurities, gator's an ignorant idiot but he learns, he's also ooc icl, smut, slight nipple play, oral (f receiving), body worship
a/n: arghhh i tried to make him grovel i've done it a million fics before but it wasnt HITTING. still hope this is ok.
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“Baby come on, I don’t get why you’re acting like this.”
The sound of the front door slamming as you threw it opened echoed through you and Gator’s shared home. “He called me fat, Gator.” You spat, storming across the living room, wanting to shed your clothes and everything associated with this awful day.
“Oh come on, that’s not what he said.”
“Yes it is!” You spun around at the bottom of the step, fury burning low in your belly. “Think about it for one second. ‘That dress looks like it’s a little too tight, hon,’ ‘Maybe stick to the salad tonight,’‘Didn’t think my son was ever into girls like you.’” How many other ways could Roy have said it before Gator understood?
Apparently, a lot.
“He didn’t mean it like that-“
“Well how did he mean it then?”
Gator blinked at you, his mouth half open as helpless sounds fell out. But nothing subtle. Nothing concrete. “Like…he was encouragin’ you to be healthy.”
You saw red. Blood, honestly. You wanted to beat someone up. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” You screamed so loud that Gator began to dart his eyes this way and that.
“Baby, be quiet. You’re gonna wake the neighbours up.”
As you stood there at the bottom of the steps, watching Gator bouncing on his feet, your heart sunk. He didn’t say anything at dinner because he was too scared of what other people would think. And even now, in the privacy of your own home, he was more worried about the neighbors being nosy than your own feelings.
“I’m getting ready for bed.” You whispered out, desperate not to let the tears out in front of him. You knew that those types of comments should be expected from an asshole like Roy, but it hurt nonetheless. To think you’d actually felt good when you’d left the house today. Why couldn’t you just exist without people picking apart your body?
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You tried not to spiral. You really did. There was absolutely no point fussing over frivolous comments made by misogynistic assholes like Roy. And yet, as you changed into your pajamas, you found yourself inspecting your body in the mirror. Was he right? Had you gained such a noticeable amount of weight?
Just as quickly as the thoughts came flooding, they hit the dam. It didn’t matter. You knew your own body well enough to know if something was effecting your actual health and you sure as hell would’ve realized if you needed to do something about it.
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When you returned from the bathroom, Gator was already changed and tucked comfortably into bed, his soft snores echoing through the room. You scoffed. Here you were, picking apart everything about your habits and your healthiness, while Gator could just roll into bed after a whole day outside. No one was going to call him names or analyze every bit of his habits, his body, his ‘health’.
You sunk into the bed, your eyes fixed to the ceiling. Despite the fact that you knew it didn’t matter, you couldn’t stop reliving the comments. The mattress dipped as Gator moved to wrap his arm around you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. It was feeling the soft stroke of his thumb against your waist that made you realize the thing what bothered you the most about the whole situation. Roy sat there, laughing at you and Gator did nothing. Not even a look in your direction. Did he see it too? Right now, your body pressed against his, he could’ve been analyzing every single thing that had changed. He could’ve been hating it just like Roy. Why else would he defend Roy’s actions as concern? He probably thought it too. And now, after everything, he was sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware of all the insecurities seeping through your mind.
You couldn’t do this tonight.
You twisted away from his touch, dismounting the bed with your pillow tucked under your armpit. As you were tiptoeing across the room, you heard Gator groaning and shuffling in the bed.
“What are you doin’?” You turned to see him sitting up, rubbing his eyes like he was trying to force himself out of a bad dream.
“Go back to bed, Gator.” You simply said, taking a step out of the bedroom.
“C’mon, don’t do this. You know I can’t-”
You shut the bedroom door behind you, muffling out the end of his sentence.
Even still, you paused in front of the door. Waiting for him to just say two simple words at least. Instead, you heard a sigh and sheets rustling as he settled back into bed. That confirmed your suspicions.
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You didn’t see Gator again until he retuned from his shift the next night.
From your spot at the kitchen counter, you heard a deep inhale as he stepped into the house. “Mmmm, what am I smellin’ right now?” The obnoxious scrape of the chair he pulled out to sit down hurt your ears. You turned to him, smile way too wide as you set the plate of green beans and chicken in front of him. He blinked, staring at the color for a long moment. He was used to a gas station protein bars or a plate filled with greasy goodness. If you didn’t force feed him every once in a while, you weren’t sure how his body would still be functioning at work. And yet, he never got told off for his habits. More often than not, you snuck the good foods in there like he was a baby. Gator looked back up to you, giving you those poor puppy dog eyes and pout. “Didn’t ya say you’d make me a Mac n Cheese today?” You had. You’d promised him his favorite meal after he was forced to work a double shift this week. Because you cared about his feelings.
That was all out of the window now.
You kept your fake smile on and shrugged. “Well, baby, this is healthier.” Before you could step away from him, his arms were wrapping around you, pulling you towards him.
“Still mad at me?” He muttered into your skin, blinking up at you. You were all too aware of his face, his hands, all over your body. And again, you were wondering if he thought it too. You’d met his family several times before and Roy hadn’t made comments like that. It could’ve been for a million different reasons — maybe you were at a point in your cycle where your weight was fluctuating, maybe it was something about the clothes you were wearing, maybe Roy was just in a particularly bad mood last night and needed a new target. Rationally, you knew all of that. Still, you wondered, if your body had changed, would Gator truly not be into a “girl like you” anymore?
You stepped out of his touch, shooting to the other end of the table and plopping yourself down in the chair. “What? I can’t take your dad’s advice?”
Gator sighed. “Ok, you’re bein’ dramatic.” You bit your tongue at the words. “He was saying it cause he cares.”
You wanted to throw up. If that was what Roy Tillman’s care looked like, you didn’t want it. What worried you more was that it might be what Gator’s looked like too. “Humiliating me in front of your entire family was showing how much he cared? If this is such an issue, why did you just say something to me?”
“It’s not an issue, Dad’s just-”
“Dramatic? Rude? Mean?” Gator looked down to his plate, knowing everything you said was true. “Besides, Gator, if I’m doing what he ‘cares’ about, why are you even upset?” Silently, you were asking if that’s what he wanted too. For you to change yourself.
Gator had no response.
You remembered who this man was when you met him. Roy’s golden boy, a womanizer, and definitely obsessed with looks. You hated the idea that the one who sat before you now, who’d been trying for you, was deep down, just the same man he always was. You hated to think, in any case, that your own boyfriend had stopped finding you attractive.
You couldn’t eat anymore. You pushed your meal to the side.
“This is what you want too, right?”
Gator’s eyebrows furrowed. “What are you-”
“It’s ok, Gator, you don’t have to lie to me. Last night, when he said those things, you agreed with him. Why else would you just sit there?”
“Because-”
“If you don’t think I’m attractive anymore just come out and say it.”
“Woah! Slow down-”
“I like the way I feel right now, and I’m not going to grovel for you to change your mind. Just tell me.”
Gator opened his mouth and you could see the whirlwind that was about to come out. Except it didn’t blow over into the tornado of frustration that you thought it would. “I didn’t realize you were thinking all this shit because of some dumb comments.” He shook his head violently. “Holy shit I didn’t- My dad was an asshole last night.” He pushed his chair back, stepping over to you “He said all that shit, and you were hurtin’ and I just…watched. Fuck yeah, I shoulda stood up for you. I didn’t get how bad it hurt.”And suddenly, Gator was dropping to his knees in front of you, his calm tone completely falling away. “I’m sorry, baby. For all of it. I know I fucked up letting Dad do that to you. And I can’t believe I made you feel like I didn’t think you were attractive.” Again, you tried to speak, but he brought his palms to your face, pulling you closer. “Don’t for a second doubt that I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Ok?”
You looked at the frantic desperation in his eyes as he scanned you up and down. Devotion, apology, regret all swum there. He said the only words you really needed to hear and he’d meant them too. None of those faux frowns and pouty lips. This was sincere. “Yeah,” You nodded. “Ok.” He slipped his hand into yours, guiding you both to stand so he could pull you to his lips. He kissed with a desperate fervor — both palms engulfing your cheeks like he had to show you with everything just how much he meant those words. As he deepened it, hands settling at your waist, you couldn’t help but open your mouth to him.
The two of you stumbled all the way to your bedroom, the door shut behind you as you crashed down to the bed. While he was crawled on top of you, he reached over your shoulder, switching off the beside lamp so the only light in the room was the tiny sliver from the moon leaking through your windows. It illuminated his big eyes as he whispered, “Think I need to remind you just how beautiful I think your body is.” His lips were back on you before you could get another word in. But not to your mouth, to your fingers instead. He placed a delicate line of kisses from your fingertips down to your shoulder. “I love your arms.” His lips moved across to your neck and collarbone. “Love your neck.” He whispered, sucking a little mark there that made you sigh. “Love the little mark you have right here.” He pressed his lips featherlight against the spot on your neck. He lifted from you to quickly help your shirt off, sighing when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. His lips made their way across your breasts, tongue swirling around the nipple before sucking.
“Gator.” You gasped at the sensation.
“Love the way you say my name. Sounds like home.” That one he whispered a bit quieter. But you heard it. His focus shifted lower. “Love how when I do this…” He mouthed at your still clothed core, making your hips wriggle in search of more. “That’s your reaction.” His fingers settled at your waist, kneading your flesh in his palm like he couldn’t believe you were in his arms.
Slowly, they slipped a little lower, easing the remaining fabric off your body. As he shuffled down the bed, you leaned back, now desperate for his touch in the place you needed it most.
But what came instead was a kiss to your shin.
“Love the scar you have here, and that you got it trying to beat me in a race like we were kids.” His lips moved up. “Love…” Up. “That you make feel like a kid again.” Up. Finally, finally, they reached your thighs, nipping gently at your exposed skin. “Love when these are around my head.”
Then his tongue licked an excrutiatingly slow stripe between your folds. And another. Soon, he got more calculated with his movements, circling your clit. You moaned in satisfaction, your hand slipping down to sink into his hair. To your frustration, he detached his mouth from you, though the words he whispered were sweet. “Love that you aren’t afraid to tell me how you want things.”
You did just that as you lightly pushed him back down, words not forming due to the puddle his words had made you. You could feel him grin against you as his tongue dipped into you and your body relaxed. Each dip or lick or twirl of his tongue — filled with pure devotion — sent the doubts of last night flying out of your body. Soon, you found yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. And when you reached it, you moaned out Gator’s name, letting the feeling spread through your body as he took you through the aftershocks.
He raised his mouth, wiping his face clean of you, the smile on his face so clear. “I love that sound the most.” You rolled your eyes playfully as he shuffled back up to meet you in a slow kiss where you could taste yourself on his tongue.
More than that, you were starting to see yourself through his eyes as well.
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When Gator returned home from work the next day, it was with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He explained that he’d told off his father, and it was Roy, so of course he hadn’t listened and called both of you too sensitive. But Gator said he didn’t care what his father had to say anymore and he was sorry he ever did. He showed you again that night just how beautiful he thought you were. Not for your body, or how it would change.
YOU AND I GO FROM ONE KISS TO GETTING MARRIED ⋆ joe keery x actress!reader (smau)
summary ⋆ as stranger things comes to an end, you say goodbye to your character for the last time and share the unexpected news that you're getting married to your co-star and on-screen partner, joe keery
warnings ⋆ smau, use of y/n, florence pugh is used as faceclaim, manips made by me!
part one ⋆ part two ⋆ part three
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yourusername Oh my beautiful Tally, you will be missed. You gave me so much these past seven years and i'm so grateful to have portrayed you. I’m thankful for every soul i met during this beautiful journey.
To everyone, i love you all so much and i can’t wait to see you there (wink wink). To my beautiful Millie and Gaten, watching you grow and succeed has been the joy of my life, thank you for welcoming me with open arms from day one 🤍
And to my dearest love, whom i found in the most unexpected of places: I have no regrets about the day i gathered the courage to ask for your number back in 2018 or on our last day on set when i said “yes.”
You're my partner in crime, my inspiration through every day and my soon to be husband. I love you with a depth that words can't reach yet and i truly believe no one has ever loved anyone the way i love you.
I loved being Tally and Steve on-screen, but i love being Joe and Yn even more and i can't wait to finally be Mr and Mrs. Keery for the rest of our life 💓💍
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djotime thank you duffer brothers for letting her beat me up with those russians, best way to fall in love
yourusername djotime I SAVED YOUR ASS WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
milliebobbybrown MY PARENTS 😭
milliebobbybrown i love you both so much and i can't wait for the wedding! ❤️❤️
gatenmatarazzo love you yn 🤍 but if i'm not the best man, i’m calling a lawyer
charlie.r.heaton too bad, i’ve had my suit ready since 2019
taylorswift13 yes, lover IS about THEM!!
user1 WHAT THE HELL TALLY & STEVE ARE A REAL COUPLE??! I’M SCREAMINGGG
user2 THEY’VE BEEN DATING SINCE 2018 AND WE DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE???? 🤡🤡
user3 user2 not just dating, ENGAGED
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djotime thank you for choosing me every day since 2018, i love you my soon to be wife 🤍
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noahschnapp DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD THIS WAS FOR ME??? i almost exposed you guys in every single interview when they asked me about you
milliebobbybrown noahschnapp you deserve a medal after this, i’m proud of you
finnwolfhardofficial i can finally post a photo with you without cropping yn out, best day ever
sabrinacarpenter is the fiancée single? asking for a friend (it’s me, i’m the friend)
djotime sabrinacarpenter back off, she’s taken for life
yourusername sabrinacarpenter i would leave him for you tho 😮💨
maya_hawke i love you both so much it hurts 😭❤️
user4 not joe hard launching his relationship WITH AN ENGAGEMENT POST I AM NOT OKAY
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milliebobbybrown my big sister is getting married 😭❤️
Yn, you've been my guiding light since the day i met you. You protected me, taugh me how to navigate this crazy world called fame and loved me like i was your own blood. I dont think i could have done this withouth you by my side for the last seven years and that's why Jake and I didn't even have to think about who we wanted as our daughter's godmother. You are the heart of our family, truly.
And Joe. . .thank you for loving her the way she deserves, you've been the “dad” of the group on screen, but off screen you're the best brother in law i could have asked for in real life.
i love you both to the moon and back, lets get you guys married!
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yourusername stop it, i'm actually sobbing 😭😭 I'll aways be there for you and my goddaughther, i love you 🫶🏻
djotime thanks for being the best secret keeper mills, we love you
a/n ⋆ let me know if you want a part 2! tally is a character i made when season 3 came out and the plot was sooo good but i never never posted the fic cause i was afraid it wouldn't get any support 😭
