➸ You and Joe just had a tiny miscommunication | arguing, insecurity, smut, slowburn | minors do not interact | multiple mentions of the Post Animal boys, Sabrina Carpenter, Stranger Things cast & DJO crew!
You were mostly excited to be in Paris for Pharell William's Fashion Week. Key word: Mostly.
You knew you weren't the only Stranger Things cast member to be invited. Your best friend—Joe, had been invited too.
You should be happy that you'd get to spend some time with him in Paris. But you're not. Not after your last interaction with him.
It was a few weeks ago. Two weeks, three days, and twenty seven minutes. Not that you were counting though.
Adam had called you into the studio, telling you that the boys would like to feature you in one of their new songs. You walked in, the scent of Javier's famous hot chocolate, a mix of all the boy's colognes, and pizza had hit you instantly along with the melodic strum that Matt had been playing softly on his guitar.
You didn't think Joe would be here—mainly because he had worked with the boys on their last album 'Iron' you didn't think that he'd work with them again. You were wrong.
When you walked into the room, your eyes found his instantly. You saw a flicker of relief enter his eyes as he scanned you. You chose to ignore it. And to ignore him.
You greeted the boys one-by-one and deliberately ignored Joe. He knew why you were upset. Everyone did.
You sat down next to Wesley as he told you the bright idea they had. Some of the lyrics they had written down. A bit of the instrumental. Reading some of the lyrics, you realize it's a rather sensual song.
Not that you have a problem with that—you loved songs like that. Especially ones that they created. Like Mr Mountebank, for example.
Though, you were confused as to what kind of feature you'd have on a song like this. Before you could overthink it further, Jake spoke up. "Have you ever heard 'Successful' by Ariana Grande?"
You look up at him as he sits across from you. Leaning in close, "Uh... Yeah?"
Everyone's gaze was on you and you recalled some of the lyrics, mumbling the chorus a bit to jog your memory.
That's when you remember some of the adlibs.
"We want you to create a breathless harmony with Veronica for the background of the bridge," Adam said from across the room, your face scrunched up in confusion.
"Okay? But why me? I mean i get Veronica, she's Matt's wife but why me?"
"Because you have a great voice," Joe's voice cut through before Adam could even open his mouth to respond. You debated ignoring him but you couldn't help but snap a bit at him.
"Sabrina has a better voice. She's your little girlfriend too. Why don't you ask her?" It came out more harsh than you intended. But you didn't care. Not after what he made you feel just a few days ago.
During filming the last season, tension between you and Joe were rather high. I mean, how do you film a small sex scene with someone you've been friends with for twelve years and not let the dynamic change a bit?
He'd been more flirty with you, more touchy. And by 'more', it was a lot more. Joe's always been a touchy guy ever since you met him at the restaurant you worked at with Matt in 2014. Always sitting close to you, holding your hand in crowds, dragging his fingers up and down your ankles as your legs rest on his lap while watching a movie. It had been no wonder as to why you fell in love with him.
It was no wonder that when Dalton made you choose who to be with when he confessed his love for you—you had chosen the one who simply made no straightforward move toward you.
Jake had gotten you flowers constantly, kissing your cheek every time he said 'hi' to you. Dalton spent all his time with you, even when he should've been doing other stuff. Wesley kissed you anywhere and everywhere every chance he got. Javier took you to multiple restaurants around Chicago without classifying it as dates but deep down you both knew it was. And even Matt refused to let you sleep alone after figuring out that you sleep better when someone you trust is around.
During the early stages of friendship, they all fell in love with you in their own ways. But you, gosh, you just wanted Joe.
You wanted the one who was too scared to ruin the friendship.
And when it finally came down to making a choice, no one knew it, but you had chosen Joe. Not that he'd ever be an option to you anyway.
And in those years you not only starred in Stranger Things together, but let your friendship grow, you'd only fallen harder and he was too scared to admit that he knows how you feel and he feels the same.
And, finally, when you thought he was ready to admit it, he asked you out at the after party of the Stranger Things premier. You'd said yes. Smiled wide at him as he leaned in for a soft peck. You flirted the rest of the night, held hands a lot more than usual. He walked you to your hotel room and even stayed the night since you weren't in your home town.
The very next morning, he was gone.
No text, no note, nothing.
So, you made your way to what was supposed to be, his hotel room. When you got close to the door, you heard his voice. Along with Charlie's overlapping it.
"Dude, getting free tickets to a whole concert just because she thinks you're hot is crazy! You're not thinking about declining the offer right? I mean it's Sabrina Carpenter, you love her music!"
Before you could hear Joe's response, your phone buzzed in your hand.
Sadie💕: Goodmorning! Is Joe and Sabrina a thing? I've been seeing rumors all over the place since i woke up about them following each other on instagram and interacting on a post. Apparently Joe called her pretty on the most recent one? Just thought i'd ask you since you guys are close and since you kinda like him. I don't want you to get hurt. :)
Your heart dropped. Joe and Sabrina Carpenter? The same woman who dated Joshua Basset right after he broke up with Olivia? or did he cheat on her with her? You had no idea what the full story was but you did know that Sabrina was a little weird when it came to men. That's entirely why you hated her music.
You went onto Sabrina's instagram page and found her most recent most. From Twelve hours ago, the first picture was a selfie of herself right before a performance. In one of those sparkly night gowns she takes off right before the Juno thing or whatever. Joe did in-fact have a comment under it.
You didn't even see that the comment had multiple replies under it because before you knew it—tears prickled at your eyes. Blurring your vision. You ran to your room and started packing your things. Ready to leave Los Angeles and go back home without a word.
You hadn't spoken to Joe since, you ignored his calls, his knocks at your door, you didn't even open his texts. In which, he stopped texting you after day two. Figuring that he should give you space.
Out of all women, Sabrina Carpenter? Someone who looked nothing like you. Acted nothing like you. Wasn't even in the smallest bit similar to you in any way whatsoever.
He always had a thing for blondes who look like that anyway.
You attempted cutting him off even though it hurt like hell. You hated that you felt so insecure but how could he do something like this right after asking you out on a date?
"Sabrina doesn't even sound remotely as half as good as you do," Matt says.
"Girlfriend?" Javier's voice overlaps with Matt's as they both break you out of your thoughts.
"You didn't even let me explain," Joe spoke quietly as he looked at you softly. His gaze as sweet as honey yet concern swam around behind it at the time.
Before anything further could happen, Dalton tried to not let a fight break out. "We want you on the song because you've been out best friend ever since we were basically just six random kids in a basement with instruments we barely even knew how to play. Veronica harmonizing with you is just a bonus, and it's not like we can ask our girlfriends to do it—"
Wesley cut him off swiftly as your eyes darted from one man to another, "Yeah, because asking our girlfriends to feature in a song is like tattooing a woman's name on you before you marry her! It's bad luck."
Matt nudged your arm with his, "it's not like we could ask Joe's sister's to do this either, you know what i mean?"
They all pause to look at you. Searching your eyes for the answer. Hesitance? Excitement?
But they couldn't see anything. They couldn't read you as well as they usually do.
You looked at each of them. Truth is, you do wanna do this. Especially since you'd get to harmonize with Veronica. But your judgement was just so clouded with Joe and Joe only even as you refused to meet his gaze.
You stood up from where you were sitting. Tired of thinking so hard and before you could overthink it more—Javier assured you that even if you say no, it's okay. And they don't need an answer right away.
Before you could leave Joe stopped you, "Please just help me understand why you're this upset with me. I mean i get that the interaction with Sabrina pissed you off but-"
"but what, Joe?! You didn't mean it in that way? how am i even supposed to believe that?" You cut him off sharply, each syllable rolling off your tongue in the most harsh way you needed it to come off.
"Why are you so convinced that i'd deliberately hurt you, do you truly think that low of me?" His voice raised. Not quite yelling, but not as calm as before.
"And do you really expect me to believe that after asking me out you didn't mean to call another woman pretty, knowing that it would create speculation and start up rumors?!" You yelled, frustration growing heavy in your chest, your heart, your mind, your hands, and even worse, your mouth.
"You've created this bullshit scenario in your head, it's not what you really think!" He unintentionally yelled back and you paused. You hadn't expected him to yell.
"Oh really? What i think right now, is that i'm just the pathetic best friend, who will never get chosen by the one man she's always chosen constantly." Your voice dropped. Cracking at the last word. Which he caught.
"Constantly? What's that supposed to—" he trailed off as he looked behind you, at the boys in the studio, unaware of the arguement happening on the other side of the door. And suddenly it hit him.
He remembered how at one point you'd flirt with the boys, especially Wesley. He remembered how Dalton asked you out snd you said no and after you said no, you stopped flirting completely. Sure the playfulness stayed, the physical touch stayed, even the subtle unharmful flirting stayed. But you fully stepped back and made it clear you didn't wanna date.
It suddenly hit Joe like a ton of bricks. You hadn't dated ever since you were seventeen. Even when other cast members from your other projects had asked you out—you always said no. Even in interviews when you were asked about men, you always said "I'm not looking." is all you said right before changing the topic.
You had waited for him all this time.
Before you could even try walking away again, he grabbed your arm. It wasn't rough or hard. His hands were always soft and gentle when they were on you.
"Tell me that all this time you haven't been waiting for me, and i'll drop this and i will never ask anything of you ever again. I will let you go if that's what you really want, i just need you, to tell me you haven't been waiting on me."
His desperate, soft brown eyes met yours as they sparkled in the lighting. Tears prickling as you debated lying to him, telling the truth, or walking away. His hand twitched on your arm. Desperate to pull you in for a hug. Tell you the truth. But he couldn't scare you away. Couldn't make you feel worse than you already did. So reluctantly when you chose to turn your back and walk away? He let you go as tears rolled down his face.
Here you were in the present day. Getting ready to go to the Fashion show.
You weren't prepared to see Joe at all.
As your assistant finished with your hair, your phone buzzed.
joe k: hey. please, can we just talk before or while we're at this event? please, just give me a chance to tell you what's really happening. i promise you, i wasn't fucking around.
Your heart starts beating faster and your hands tighten around your phone. Should you answer? Should you call or tell him to meet you in the lobby? Was he assigned the same hotel as you? Your mind was racing with thoughts all of a sudden.
Before you could even comprehend what to say back, there was a knock at your door. Your assistant and her staff decided to leave, to give you space and as they walked out, Joe walked in.
He was already dressed as well. He had a blue stripped shirt under his black blazer with matching jeans that look way too good on him. And gosh, his hair. His beautiful blonde hair with the brunette roots sticking out in-between. He truly looked so handsome.
His gaze lingered on your outfit as he whispered. "Hey. You look gorgeous."
You smiled weakly at him. "Listen, Joe—" you started, stepping closer within his grasp so that he could touch you if he wanted. "No. I'm an idiot," he cut you off you paused in shock, confused as to what he's about to say.
"I shouldn't have let that small interaction with Sabrina get in your head. Gosh, i should've known from the second i even commented that as soon as you see it, you're going to freak out. Open the replies, honey. Sabrina replied to me saying thanks but i told her that i was talking about the fourth picture in her post. The picture was of her tv, she had Stranger Things on and the scene was our scene. The scene where you and i are in the car outside of the Turnbow house. I was calling you pretty, baby."
The more he spoke the more you felt like an idiot. You overthought such a silly situation and you let it shut you down. You let it make you delete your socials and stop talking to Joe. Everyone probably thought you were an insecure bitch.
Tears welled in your eyes as you realized he really didn't mean to upset you. "Gosh, i'm so stupid," you let out, followed by a sob when you realized he probably thought that you think low of him even when you don't. You were just scared he found someone better than you.
"Aw no, hon. C'mere," he reached for your hands and pulled you into him. His hands came up to cradle your face. The pads of hid thumbs attempting to stop the tears from falling so that your make up doesn't get ruined.
"Joe, i'm sorry. For getting mad, for being insecure. I didn't think low of you, i was just—"
"You were just scared. That's okay. It's normal. I can't believe you waited for me," his voice dropped as he looked down at you. Your faces just inches apart. Your hands found the buttons of his blazer as your legs pressed into his.
"I've been so in love with you for as long as i can remember, sweetheart. All i wanted was you. I was just so terrified of losing you completely that i convinced myself friendship would be better than a relationship. I see now that that was a horrible mistake,"
Your eyes met his, "i love you." He smiled at your words, "yeah? you love me?"
You nodded as the tears finally stopped.
"Will you go out on a date with me?"
"Yes! Of course. Oh, but..."
"Don't go to the concert."
"The Sabrina concert. I overheard—"
"I cancelled those plans weeks ago. Matter fact, after Sabrina told me she wants me at her concert i declined the offer even though our managers wanted us to do a collaboration. She's been hitting on me ever since we followed each other and it just didn't feel right collaborating with her."
He looked relieved when he saw your shoulders drop, "so she is a little weirdo. I knew it."
Joe chuckled, "I unfollowed her too. Deleted my comment on her post, cleared up the rumors on the BBC radio this morning which i'm sure you must've slept through," he teased. His hands moving from your face, down your arms and settling on your hips as your arms move to wrap around his waist.
"Gotta kill the overthinking somehow, why not do it with sleep? But... i do have another way of relieving the last bit of stress," you drifted off as your gaze dropped to his lips. "Yeah? What's that?"
Before you could answer, or even move, your assistant called from your door telling you that you've got an hour before you have to leave for the fashion show.
"Ride with me?" you asked Joe as you grabbed your coat and your purse. "i don't know, sweetheart. I might not be able to keep my hands off you," he whispered in your ear and he moved to stand behind you. Chest pressing to your back. Breath hot against your neck, lips just brushing the back of your earlobe.
"Joe," you warn as you lean back into him. Tilting your head back so his lips can brush your neck. Your hands wander behind to grab his neck and pull him down to you.
"You smell 's good," he mumbled, placing hot kisses on the sensitive spot behind your ear.
"C'mere," he whispers, spinning you around so that you're facing him now. Your heart starts thumping so loud that you're certain he can hear it. Your skin tingles as his hands find their way to your waist to pull you flush against him. "You're beautiful, honey."
You couldn't take it anymore, you had to have him.
You grabbed a fistful of his collar and pulled him down to you. Your lips crashed in a heated yet loving kiss that quickly deepened as his hand found your head. Tangling his fingers in your hair to tilt your head at the right angle.
His tongue brushed your lower lip and you didn't hesitate to let him in. Your tongues met, exploring, as your hands let go of his collar and drifted down to rest on his abdomen. He pulled you closer with one hand on your waist, and continued holding your head with the other as the two of you back up—making your way to the bed without breaking the kiss.
He held onto you until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. You grabbed his collar again and pulled him down with you as you lay back.
He moved with you until your head hit the pillow. Frantically, your shaky hands took off his coat, and then started unbuttoning his shirt. You break the kiss to breath, glancing at the alarm clock next to you. "Think we can make it?"
"Baby, i could satisfy you in two minutes if we're really in a rush," he chuckled against your skin as his lips found your collarbone. Biting and nipping. Barely sucking, even though he wants to, but he knows you'll kill him if the paparazzi catches you with hickeys.
On the last button, you lean up to kiss him again and your lips meet in a more intimate and soft kiss as he's shrugging off his shirt and tossing it aside. Your hands meet with his bare skin. Dragging across the hair on his chest. Restraining yourself from tugging. His skin is hot. His tongue is hotter.
The heat pools low in your belly fast. He must've sensed it because he broke the kiss. Leaning down to pull your dress up and bunch it around your waist. Your assistant would kill you if she has to get you into this dress again.
The dress is now bunched on your waist and Joe can see that your panties are soaked through. It's almost embarrassing but you're unable to think much of it because of how intense his gaze on you is. He leans back down, bracing his arm beside your head as his other makes it's way down. You already know his hand is trying to find your panties.
His finger hooks through the lace but he doesn't pull it down. Instead he kisses you again, it deepens instantly when you gasp as his knee moves between your legs and right against your clit.
Your hands find his hair, tugging—not hard, yet desperately not wanting him to pull away.
His knee snuggles closer and your hips buck involuntarily. Chasing the pressure of it. He's swallowing all your moans and sighs as he gives you want you want. Your mind is foggy—all you can think of is him. But before anything else could even happen you suddenly stop, "wait—what about—your pants, Joe. It's going to—" you say in between breaths, panting because all this man does is take your breath away. You pull away just a little bit so that you're able to look down at his knee. There is in-fact a faint wet spot creeping onto his pants. If you hadn't stopped, it probably would've been more visible, and more soaked through.
Joe pulls down your panties. Fast. And all the way. Slipping it off your legs, it gets caught for a moment on your heel but he gently takes it off and shoves it into his pocket, "you can come get it t'night after the show, 'kay?"
He smiles down at you as you tug on the belt. Undoing it, as well as the zipper. He stands up briefly to pull it down with his boxers. Freeing him.
He makes his way back down to you. Finding the previous position he was in easy to get back into except his knee doesn't make it's way between your legs this time. Your eyes don't leave his fully erect cock either. You find it hard to believe that he so easily kept composure. You didn't overthink it. All you could truly think of was his pretty pink, glazed with precum tip, you couldn't help but lean down to drag your thumb over it. Smearing the precum all over whilst bringing it closer to your clit.
His lips found your neck as you did what you wanted. Placing hot, open mouthed kisses over your pulse as he groaned and whimpered against your skin. His one hand found your free hand to hold it over your head. Your fingers intertwined as he held it tight against the bed, signalling to you that he's losing composure. Your other hand dragged his tip along your wet folds. Teasing the both of you.
"H—honey, i really—" before he could finish his sentence you're pulling him in slowly. In unison, you gasp at the sudden feeling of your bodies making contact. "Slowly, i don't—want you to hurt yourself," he mumbled against your neck. Letting you take full control. You held onto his hair when he moved to take control, sensing that that's what you wanted. He sank into you slowly. Cock throbbing from resisting thrusting into you and making you take it rough. He needed to make sure you were fine first though. He settled into you in no time and paused. Giving you a few minutes to adjust to his size. His head fell lazily on your shoulder, his hair just barely grazing your jaw as your eyes squeezed shut, letting yourself feel the burn first before settling.
You tilt your hips up to meet him and he slowly pulls out before pushing back in to meet your gummy walls. His mouth falls open as he feels your pussy opening up to him and letting him in. Letting his tip hit your cervix perfectly.
You moaned softly as his whimpering continued. He started finding a pace that kept you both breathless. His hand grabbed yours and pinned it above your head, grabbing tight as your leg moved to hook around his waist, bringing him deeper into you, while his other hand moved to hold your hip.
"You doing okay, darling?" he asked, breathless, as he tried getting you to look at him in the eye. But you couldn't. You were starting to feel fucked out from how good he was fucking you. You started feeling the tight coil in your belly threatening to snap. You could tell Joe was close too from how he whimpered again. Whispering over and over again in your ear just how much he loves you.
Joe picked up the pace. Both of you getting closer by the second. Before you knew it, you were cumming all over his cock as he came too. Shooting thick ropes of cum into you. He thrusted a few more times before collapsing completely onto you. Chest pressed to yours. His head pressed against your neck. "You alright, sweetheart?" he mumbled against your hot, sweaty skin—all breathless. "'m okay," you answer, bringing your hands to his hair after dragging your fingers up and down his spine. You scratch his head gently.
By the next few hours, you both had attended the fashion show, got back to the hotel, talked in bed for hours while eating a late dinner, and went for a few more rounds. You passed out for the night before he did and when you woke up? Your phone were full of notifications due to what Joe had posted while you were asleep.
Djotime: a lot can happen in the city of love. 💤
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b.i.g.s.h.r.i.m.p: oooohh y/ns gonna kill you when she sees thiiiissss.
finnwolfhardofficial: when can i come over
↪️ djokeeryae: oh joe and y/n have so adopted finn im so here for it.
↪️ gatenmatarazzo: they adopted me first btw.
↪️ djokeeryae: OH MY GOSH GATEN REPLIED TO ME
y/nsbiggestfan: i knew their chemistry on stranger things wasnt fake!!
joekeeryarchive: theyre so cute together🙈
manchildskeery: NOOOOO HE DESERVES SABRINAAA (or me)
↪️ dyerkeeryy/l/n: bro y/n's BEEN treating joe right, lets not??
↪️ manchildskeery: treating right how???? by only dating him when he gets popular?? 😂😂😂
↪️ dyerkeeryy/l/n: the same y/n that's attended all joe's movie premiers, concerts, shows, birthday parties etc???
bigsmatt: soooo whens the wedding
galicecampbell: FINALLY!! 🤗
↪️ djobrinaeditor: he looked cuter with you dw girl
calebmclaughlin: mom and dad.
