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thinking about… and i’m thinking about…. and when im thinking about….. how im thinking about…..

i’m not sure if you wanted smut or not, so it’s not but just tell me if you want part 2 with smut and I could make it work out!

Drunken thoughts

joe keery x female!reader

summary — busy lives had made it impossible for you two have each other time, and when you two plan one, he forgets and fucks up so you go out, drink a lot and even when you cone home joe is just the biggest gentleman.

warnings — SPOILER! argument, joe forgetting plan, angst like angst., reader consuming alcohol and gets super drunk, joe takes care of her, joe undresses her, reader gets turned on by joe while drunk and wants hate sex, joe refuses because shes not sober, tell me if I missed something, english is not my first language, not proofread

author’s note — thank you so much, these words mean a lot and I am so sorry for the long wait, May was tough for me from a lot of perspectives, hope you understand and enjoy!

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It’s not like you did not know how famous your boyfriend was, you were very much aware.

Very much aware when all the time you two went out either paparazzi pictures popped up few hours later or you two ran into his fans. Or how people turned their heads to see if it was really him.

You knew it when it was all over your socials. Not like you complained, you were chronically online and saw all the edits of him too.

This part of his fame did not bother you at all, you loved how loved he was by his fans, he deserved that so much like no one else.

The other part was hard. How much he was obsessed with working. If he was not filming, he was making songs, if he was not making songs, he was touring, if not that, he was doing press, or interviews, or photoshoots, or fan meetings.

He got so drained in them lately that you completely became his second. Not because he wanted you to, but because he couldn’t even find himself in the light, not to mention finding you.

You two barely had dates, or went grocery shopping. Barely ate together or went to bed the same time. Barely had sex, or cuddled. Physical touch all off.

And you for sure fucking missed him. Like you didn’t know that missing him this much was possible for a human being. And after a while you were more pissed. Pissed ‘cause even if he was home he was on some call about work, or texting his band about song ideas.

Song ideas, that you had no clue were all about you. How you inspired him. The way he was sitting on the couch sprawled out, his guitar in his lap as he saw you in the kitchen making dinner for you two while dancing around to your favorite song.

How he adored you and appreciated you for taking up with him.

He worked his ass off because he wanted you to have it all, and because he knew one day he wants a family with you, a big house, no problem with money. But he never told you that, and you just became more frustrated until one day it all snapped.

Why it snapped? ‘Cause after one month of no date you two finally had a nice dinner planned in your favorite NYC restaurant.

And where was he? No idea.

You got dressed, smelled nice, all day you were waiting for this night. To finally have him, only him, only for you, all night.

And he was not here, he was late, he was supposed to be home by now, he was late, half an hour, then an hour, the reservation started 20 minutes ago and by now someone else is sitting in those chairs, eating those meals you both loved so much.

You called him three times, seems not much but he was joe, the second you rang the first time he dropped everything to pick up if you called.

You fucking checked his locator, he was still in that fucking studio and that was it.

You just dropped your bag on the floor, pulling your heels off and sat on the couch as you were texting your friends about how he just fucked you up.

You: I can’t fucking believe he LITERALLY STOOD ME UP?-

Friend1: Like I get it he is busy but he fucking forgot your date probably

Friend2: oh girl I would be pissed

You replied to Friend1: Yeah I’m like 110% sure he fucking forgot about me

Friend3: as soon as he comes home, confront him. He should not be in a fucking relationship if he can’t remember he is in one.

You: I will don’t worry I’m done being understanding

The minute you typed that out the keys of the door’s lock were heard as the door opened.

You stood up immediately, crossing your arms in front of you.

“Hey babe!” He said as he was locking the door, as he turned around he saw you in that black dress he loved so much, and the way it hugged your body.

“Wow, where are you going babe?” He smirked as he put his bag down.

“Where am I going? Where am I going?! Where we were supposed to go!” You didn’t even bother greeting him.

“What? What are you tal-“ The realization hit him as his face dropped. “Oh my god the date…”

“Yeah the fucking date.”

“Babe, I am so fucking sorry. I totally forgot about it, Jake and I-“ He was coming up to you trying to explain himself out as you just took a step back and lifter your arms so he couldn’t catch them.

“Is Jake your girlfriend? Because if yes tell me.” He was stunned and opened his mouth multiple times and closed it after trying to speak.

“Yeah because it fucking feels like it you know? When was the last time we had a date? The last time we cuddled or had fucking sex? — God you can’t even remember a fucking dinner!” You were raising your voice on him.

“Okey that’s not fair…” His puppy eyes met yours.

“It is fair Joe, you are forgetting me, you are forgetting our relationship because you are trying to overcome yourself but I just don’t understand why! I miss you Joe, I dressed up for you, got ready and everything and you forgot about me like I am a trash you forgot to take out. And it’s not the first time.” Tears filled your eyes now in the slightly dim room.

“Babe, listen — gosh babe, I am doing it all for you. You just have to trust me, and I can make it, I can be better!” He was practically begging for you. “I’m gonna get ready now, we can go to that restaurant.”

“It doesn’t matter, our reservation was half an hour ago.”

“I’m Joe Keery, I will find a way for you.” Gosh he was hot for sure.

“No Joe, I’m — I’m done, I need a night out with my girls. Don’t call me.”

You said as you collected your bag while slipping into your heels and heading out not waiting for any response from him.

He was just standing there in shock, but he understood, he tried to impress you so much he forgot about you.

You knew your friends were out in the bar, because they invited you but you cancelled since you were supposed to have a nice date with your super busy boyfriend.

They were pretty much not surprised as you texted them earlier, and were not surprised when you started drinking like it was not alcohol.

You were renting to them about Joe, and how much you loved him but how you are questioning if he loves you the same, then took a dance break, and back to emotional break in the bathroom.

Joe the whole time, at home couldn’t sleep. He was exhausted but couldn’t sleep knowing you are out there being mad at him because he was a bad boyfriend.

He was checking your location the whole time and texted all your friends to call him if you decide to head home. He knew you would be too stubborn to call him now, but also too drunk to take care of yourself.

When you went to the bathroom your friends instantly looked at each other. You were drunk, too drunk.

They knew if you had one more shot, you would end up in the fucking hospital. And when they found out all of them got a text from Joe, they called him now.

Not even 10 minutes later Joe came as you also found your table again, with few new shots in your hands.

“I’m paying for next rouuund!” You yelled, trying to over-speak the loud music.

Joe was walking up behind you as he recognized you from behind. He pushed through people, not losing his eye once of you.

“Hello girls!” He greeted them as you turned around to see him standing there.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, trying to sit down to your seat, but it taking a few tries and slow motions from all the alcohol in your system.

“I’m here for you.” He answered quick.

“But I don’t wanna go-“

“Yeah it’s late.” One of your friend spoke up as he snapped your head in there direction.

“I could honestly fall asleep right here right now.” The other one added.

“Maybe we should all go.” And then another.

You were looking at them confused, it was like they planned it…

“Well you guys are no fun.” You stood up but suddenly lost your balance, no pressure tho because Joe quickly grabbed you.

“Have a good night.” You said before started walking towards the exit, getting out of Joe’s grip.

“Thank you for calling.” He said to your friends.

“Make it up for her, she deserves better than this.” Your most trusted one from the group said to him.

“I know.” Joe stated before rushing after you.

When you two finally got in the apartment, Joe’s hand around your waist to guide you. Your heels already in your hands, you finally left his grip.

Started walking confidently in the apartment as Joe rushed after you, catching you when you almost lost balance.

“Slow down, babe.”

“Don’t babe me!” You turned around to face him. You wanted to snap at him again. But as he now had lost his jacket you saw him in one of his cropped shirt, his biceps nearly ripping the shirt around them.

“I’m just trying to take care of you.”

“You could have done that if you didn’t forget about our date.” It was kind of flirting? You didn’t even know. You were just mad but also turned on by how amazing he looked, and the way he looked after you.

“I’m gonna make it up to you I promise.” He stated as he started guiding you to the bedroom.

“You could make it up now.” You turned to him, your hands now slightly going up and down his chest.

“Not now babe, you are drunk.” He tried to calm himself down.

“Exactly, drunk sex is fun, hate sex is fun, how fun it could be together?” Your hands went down to his pants as you met his already growing bulge.

Joe whimpered under your touch, but no. You were drunk, you were frustrated, and you two were basically still fighting. He wanted to make sure you were safe, put you in bed and hug you. Talk in the morning and show you how much you are his number one.

He flipped you, so he could get the zipper of your dress. You smirked, thinking he did it in a dirty way but no. He just pulled your dress off, in a normal speed, gently. And then you felt his body heat gone.

You looked behind you as he was walking back to you with one of his oversized shirts.

“I don’t need that babe.”

“Yes you do.” He said as he started guiding it to you to put it on.

With a groan you let him put it on you.

“You don’t even want me? Touch me?” You asked in both a flirty and hurt way.

“Of course I want you, but not like this. Not when you are drunk because you are mad at me. Now go lay in bed.”

Without a word you just walked up to your bed as he pulled the sheets up for you to lay in and as soon as did he tucked you in.

He then went into the bathroom as you watched the light hit him so well it made your thighs press together. Gosh he looked so fine.

When he came back, he had had pain killers, a glass of water and a bucket for you to throw up in if you need too.

“You can just wake me up if you need anything, okey?”

“I need you, babe please I want you to fuck me-“ you started begging as he sat beside you.

“I will after we talked about earlier, now sleep.” You just groaned and said under your breath that he is no fun. But he just couldn’t do it. His heart was aching from you thinking he forgot you, that he forgot to love you. He was living for you. He couldn’t forgot to love you.

“I love you, I’m sorry.” He whispered as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You were already deep in sleep, not hearing anything.

Joe slowly laid next to you, pulled you in by your waist, and wanted the next day to come as soon as possible to show you all the ways he loved you and needed you.

i’m so obsessed with this picture without knowing why