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he sat at the foot of your shared bed. shirtless and a pair of navy blue adidas shorts on. his hair was messy and he had grabbed a pair of your glasses. strumming the same series of chords over and over again for an audience of one—you.

you laid propped on an elbow on your side. his shirt hanging off one shoulder and legs exposed.

this was how you wanted to spend every day for the rest of eternity. hearing his little hums and watching him lost in his own world. brows furrowing together in concentration. it was a mannerism he didn’t even know he did half of the time.

“mm,” he hummed and smiled like he’d made a joke in his own head. “listen to this.”

he starts to strum the chords, staring down at his fingers working on the neck of the guitar. a soft smile naturally tugs at your lips. without him even having to do anything.

“baby girl, you’re on fire…” his voice was rough but smooth. fraying at every loose thread held together in your body. “hot sweat… my double desire.” he laughed softly to himself in the middle of the line. “baby girl, what do you like?”

and then lazily he glanced over to you and kept going.

“teach it to me tonight..”

VERSACE ON THE FLOOR // JOEKEERY

The Golden Globes had wrapped up, followed by an after party that left your feet aching in the heels you wore. A heavy sigh slipped from your lips as you stood behind Joe. Heels already slipping off and being held in your hands as he unlocked the hotel suite.

  "I can't believe Bruno Mars is releasing new music." You mutter, continuing the conversation from the elevator. "No albums gonna top Unorthodox Jukebox though.."

  "Bullshit-" Joe mutters as you both slip further into the room. His words making your lips tug up in a sleepy smile. "I think what you meant to say was 24K Magic." He adds as you brush past him.

The heels in your hand get placed down beside your suitcase and you start to remove your jewelry. It felt like you were coming down from some sort of adrenaline high. You couldn't imagine what he was feeling. He was chosen to present an award.

As you stood back up straight, a song started playing through the quiet hotel room. Your hands pressing into your lower back as you stretched back slightly. The long black beaded dress was heavy with a halter top style around the neck. The back of the dress was completely open, starting almost right above your ass crack to show off the dimples at the small of your back.

“Let’s take our time tonight, girl-“ Bruno Mars’ voice began to fill the room. The choice of song making you huff out a small laugh.

You craned your head around to glance at him over your shoulder. His white suit jacket discarded at the foot of the bed. Left in only his sheer white dress shirt. Top few buttons undone to reveal his chest hair.

“This song?” You huffed out with a playfully narrowed stare, watching as he shuffled closer.

“This-“ His finger pointed at his phone that was left on the dresser. Song still playing from the speakers. “You can not beat this song.”

Warm hands spread across your hips as he presses himself against your back. His body molding to yours like a puzzle piece. The feeling almost made you drowsier. Like everything was perfectly fine now. The bout of anxiety you had felt from the event had settled and fizzled away with just a simple touch.

“Plus...” He hummed, lips finding the bare skin of your shoulder. “You are wearing Versace.” He murmurs the words against your skin.

A small giggle fell from your lips as your eyes fluttered shut. Leaning back against him fully now. His warm lips still pressing against your shoulder. Bruno Mars was still singing.

“We’re dancin’ all alone..” Joe hummed the words against your skin as his lips trailed up your neck and to your ear. Hands making your hips sway in rhythm with his. The lazy smile on your lips tugged higher as he continued to mutter the words against your ear.

“Oh, I love that dress, but you won’t need it anymore...”

A hum rattles at your lips as your head tilts back against his shoulder. “D’you have fun tonight?” He hummed softly.

“Mhm..” You hum in response. Your hands settling on top of his. Thumb brushing over his warm skin. “You did so good up there presenting...”

You turn your head slightly so you could see him now. Eyes fluttering open to meet those hazel eyes. He looked tired. You had both been up since the crack of dawn trying to get everything prepared.

“Mm, did I?” He hummed with a slight eyebrow raise. You hummed in response and nodded against his shoulder. Eyes drifting to his lips lazily. The slight drift of your gaze was all he needed to lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips. “Looked so pretty tonight...” His words were mumbled against your lips.

“You looked prettier.” You murmured back. The words earning a huff of a laugh to escape his mouth. You smiled softly in response, eyes lazily meeting his.

“Impossible.” He muttered gruffly as his hands squeezed your hips. “About time this dress came off, hm?” He mutters and leans in to press another kiss to your neck.

His hands were already going up to the piece buckled behind your neck as you nodded. Your head tilting forward to give him access to the clip. “Shower?” You hummed softly.

“Shower.” He confirmed as he unclimbed the haltered top. Your hands going up to catch the straps at they fell. “Then maybe some dessert...”

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summary / request : inspired by fin's snl moments. write about reader hosting SNL and there are sightings of the cast and joe being there for you. and maybe u could give snippets of the after party.

warnings : just fluff really

word count : 2k +

authors note : loved this request thank you !! any requests for the future leave them in my ask box ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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the first thing you notice when you step into 30 rock is the hum.

it’s not loud exactly, not like a concert or a screaming crowd, but it’s alive. like the building itself is breathing. cables snake across the floor, people rush past with headsets and clipboards, someone nearly crashes into you with a rolling rack of costumes and yells a quick apology without slowing down.

hosting snl still doesn’t feel real.

you’ve done big things before, sure. premieres, interviews, panels where the lights are blinding and the questions are predictable. but this is different. this is live. this is legacy. this is the stage where so many moments have happened, where mistakes become legendary and laughter becomes history.

“you good?”

joe’s voice cuts through the noise, warm and grounding.

you turn and there he is, leaning against the wall like he belongs there, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, hair slightly messier than usual in that effortless way that still makes your heart trip over itself even after all this time.

“i think so,” you say, exhaling a laugh. “ask me again in like… two hours.”

joe grins and steps closer, lowering his voice even though no one around you is paying attention. “you’re gonna kill it. you always do.”

he presses a quick kiss to your temple, subtle but intimate, and you feel your shoulders relax just a little.

joe keery is not hosting tonight. he’s just here. which somehow makes it even better.

word has already spread that the stranger things crew is in the building, and you catch flashes of familiar faces as you’re guided toward wardrobe. charlie heaton leaning against a doorway, hands stuffed into his coat sleeves, talking quietly with natalia dyer, who’s nodding along with that soft smile she always has. maya hawke breezes past them with a coffee in one hand and a script in the other, stopping only long enough to pull you into a hug.

“host era,” maya says, eyes sparkling. “i love this for you.”

“you’re all stalking me,” you joke.

“absolutely,” she replies without missing a beat. “we’re very proud and also very nosy.”

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the energy backstage is chaotic but affectionate, like a big group project where everyone actually likes each other. there are hugs, quick hellos, whispered good lucks. charlie gives you a small thumbs up. natalia squeezes your hand and tells you to breathe.

joe doesn’t hover, but he’s always watching you. watching you shine during rehearsal. sitting in the audience seats during run-through, legs stretched out, watching you with that expression that’s half admiration, half pure awe.

during a break, you collapse into the chair beside him, script balanced on your knee.

“okay,” you say. “be honest. am i talking too fast?”

“no,” joe says immediately. “you’re perfect.”

you raise an eyebrow. “that wasn’t honest.”

he laughs. “okay, fine. maybe a little fast. but it’s cute. and you’ll slow down once the adrenaline evens out.”

you nudge his knee with yours. “thank you, sensei.”

“anytime,” he says, then softer, “i’m really proud of you.”

that one hits deeper.

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when the live show finally arrives, it’s a blur. the lights are hotter than you remember, the applause louder. you nail the monologue, the sketches land, there’s one moment where you almost break but manage to save it, earning an even bigger laugh.

backstage between segments, maya mouths you’re killing it from the wings. charlie pretends to faint dramatically. natalia blows you a kiss.

joe watches it all like it’s his favorite movie.

after the goodnights, after the hugs and the congratulations and the way your hands are still shaking just a little, someone presses a drink into your hand and tells you the after party is already filling up.

the after party is everything you’d expect and nothing like it at the same time.

dim lights, loud music, clusters of people talking over each other, laughter spilling into corners. familiar faces everywhere, some you know well, some only from screens.

joe stays close, one hand at the small of your back as you weave through the crowd. not possessive, just present.

“drink?” he asks.

“please.”

you find a quieter corner near the bar, and for the first time all night, you feel like you can actually breathe. joe hands you a glass, clinks his against yours.

“to you,” he says.

you smile. “to surviving.”

you don’t get much time alone before someone else joins you. then another. charlie shows up with maya, both of them buzzing with post-show energy. natalia hugs you again, this time longer, telling you how proud she is.

at some point, sabrina carpenter appears beside you, smiling like she’s known you forever.

“hi,” sabrina says. “i just wanted to say you were amazing tonight.”

you blink, then laugh softly. “thank you, that means a lot.”

you talk for a while, about music, about performing live, about how weird it is when something you’ve worked toward suddenly becomes a memory. sabrina is easy to talk to, warm and genuine, and when she gets pulled away by someone else, she hugs you goodbye like an old friend.

joe watches the interaction with an amused smile. “you’re collecting cool people,” he says.

“not on purpose,” you reply. “it just keeps happening.”

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as the night goes on, the party loosens. shoes come off, jackets disappear, the music gets louder. you and joe end up on a couch with a few others, your legs tucked up under you, joe’s arm draped comfortably around your shoulders.

you’re not doing anything flashy. no big gestures. just quiet touches. fingers tracing absentminded patterns on your arm. your head leaning against his shoulder. shared glances that say everything without words.

someone across the room snaps a photo when you’re laughing together, foreheads almost touching, completely unaware of the camera.

relationship goals, the internet will later call it.

eventually, exhaustion settles in. the adrenaline fades, leaving that heavy, satisfied tiredness behind.

"ready?" joe murmurs in near your ear.

you nod. “yeah.”

you say your goodbyes, more hugs, more promises to catch up soon. as you step out into the cool night air, the noise of the party fading behind you, you feel a strange mix of relief and melancholy. like closing a book you loved.

flashbulbs go off as you walk toward the car. someone calls joe’s name. someone else calls yours.

joe’s hand finds yours instantly, fingers lacing together.

you don’t rush. you don’t hide.

joe leans down, presses a soft kiss to your lips, brief and sweet, like punctuation at the end of a perfect sentence. you smile against his mouth, squeezing his hand.

you slide into the back seat, the door closing you off from the noise and the lights.

you rest your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you without thinking, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“you really did it,” he says quietly.

you close your eyes, smiling. “we did.”

outside, the city keeps moving. inside, everything is calm.

and for once, the moment is just yours.

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just us... // JOEKEERY

the ring on your left hand felt heavier now as you sat at the dining table. your laptop opened and a yellow paged notepad lying beside it. things were slowly but surely being checked off your extensive to-do list. you knew wedding planning would be stressful. you'd helped friends do it and watched as the stress of it all consumed them. it didn't help that you were essentially doing it by yourself.

joe was busy. that wasn’t what irked you. he was doing interviews. he was doing press tours for the final season of stranger things. he was always doing something. it was starting to feel like it was just your wedding instead of both of yours.

a sigh fell from your lips as you rested your elbows on the table. hands coming up to rub over your face as your slid your glasses off. the door unlocked and opened at the same time. lazily, your eyes trailed over to the entry way. hands now cupping your face as you watched him come inside. slipping his jacket off and lying it over the back of the couch.

“hi baby..” his eyes met yours with that soft, tired smile. the smile that made you want to wrap him in a blanket and make him go lay down.

“hi.” you hummed as he came to stand behind you. his head dipping down to the crook of your neck.

“get a little further?” he hummed against your skin as his arms caged you in. his honey brown eyes probably scanning over the notepad and the still open laptop.

you nodded and folded your arms on the table. shoulders rolling to relieve a tension in your neck. “need to taste cakes. preferably tomorrow so we can get it figured out.” you tell him as he stands back up straight and moves over to the fridge.

“oh-“ he says the single word in more a blow. you turn around in the dining chair.

“what?” you huff.

“i’ve gotta get to LA for a press thing. and you know the golden globes are friday-“

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his answer. pushing yourself up from the table. the stress was too much. you didn’t mean the words themselves, but it just started tumbling out.

“are you even gonna be able to make it to the wedding?” you asked sharply and sarcastically. hands on your hips as you watched him stand in the kitchen. “or is just gonna be me there?”

he stared at you with furrowed brows. the little line becoming evident on his forehead. “what are you-“

“i’ve been doing all of this shit by myself, joe!” you cut him off. arms flailing in despair and agitation.

“you know i’m busy, y/n!” he shouts back in the same tone.

you should walk away. just shut your mouth and turn around. “maybe there just shouldn’t be a wedding then.” you toss you arms up and then turn around and disappear down the hall.

you weren’t exactly sure how much time had passed specifically. the house was quiet now. you’d ran yourself a bubble bath and laid in the tub with water up to your neck. hair up in a messy bun. eyes shut as you tried to forget all of it. the sound of the bathroom door creaking open made you peek open one eye. he moved cautiously and softly shut the door behind himself. shirt tugging over his head.

“get your own bath.” you muttered, shutting your eyes again. a false begrudging tone to your voice. one that he saw right through and ignored.

“no.” he huffed and you listened as the sound of him undoing his belt filled the room followed by the metal hitting the floor as he discarded his pants. “sit up.” he muttered.

a sigh fell from your lips as you grabbed the sides of the tub and pulled yourself forward. eyes opening now as you felt him slip into the water behind you. once he’d sunk down in the water, you instinctively leaned back against his chest. his arms sliding around your waist as his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

he broke the quietness with a quiet hum. “sorry..” you only hummed and played absentmindedly with his fingers spread across your stomach now. your eyes flitted down to the bubbles on top of the water. “mm, is that all i get?” he muttered the words against your jaw.

“mhm…” you hummed back. a smile was threatening to tug at your lips.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so busy.” he continued in that soft quiet tone. “why don’t you come with me to la? we can stay at the wilshire hotel you like so much and then go to beechwood cafe..”

that earned another hum from you. a more sounded hum at that. your eyebrows subtly raising as you continued to play with his fingers under the water.

“get breakfast and coffee..” the words were mumbled against your shoulder. “maybe find a bakery around there to try some different cakes, hm?”

“you’ll actually try them?” you muttered gruffly like a pouting child.

“i’ll try all of them.” he hummed in response. you shifted slightly and tilted your head so you could look at him. “just don’t make me try lemon.”

those words made a soft smile tug at your lips. earning a soft press of his lips against your own at that. there was no pushing or more than just lips against lips. he pulled back an inch and you just kept your eyes shut. head tilted back against his shoulder.

“let’s just elope.” you muttered into the quietness.

“elope?” he hummed. you could tell he was intrigued by the idea.

“mhm, runaway to italy. say ‘i do’ then just bounce around europe.” you fluttered your eyes open to look at him now.

“well,” he started, the wheels turning in his head. “i like that actually. just us…”

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i feel like the tag has died and i have accepted my role of reviving it. currently working on a whole story/universe/series of joe keery x famous!reader

i've also noticed a serious lack of joe keery fanfics and that's unacceptable, he's the love of my life

this series is going to be so fucking self-indulgent but that's the point of fanfiction!!

so. do i even bother making it x reader if there's so much specific info already established? or just go with oc?

do people even like reading oc? i only read x reader.

it'll be less a series and more a collection. yes, series of fics of how joe and famous!reader meet, angst, fluff, etc. but also interviews, instagram style posts, photo dumps, album concepts.

and joe keery one shots.

i feel like the tag has died and i have accepted my role of reviving it. currently working on a whole story/universe/series of joe keery x famous!reader

i've also noticed a serious lack of joe keery fanfics and that's unacceptable, he's the love of my life

this series is going to be so fucking self-indulgent but that's the point of fanfiction!!

so. do i even bother making it x reader if there's so much specific info already established? or just go with oc?

do people even like reading oc? i only read x reader.