Is that my sweater?
Joe Keery x male!reader
Contents; fluff
Summary; Joe wakes up feeling ill, but doesn't want to take the day off work.
Joe wakes to be in bed. Alone. It's unusual because he specifically remembers falling asleep in M/n's arms. What's even more unusual is Joe feels a pounding in his head. His skin is clammy and he feels a burning sensation all over. Sitting up- or at least trying - Joe looks around. Light dimly shines through a gap in the curtains, so M/n has probably gotten up without him. Blinking and blinking, Joe struggles to keep his eyes open. He pulls his body up against the headboard with a wince, eyes squeezing shut.
Now sat up, Joe feels like he's swaying slightly. Because he is. His head feels heavy, yet he needs to get out of bed. With a glimpse at the clock, Joe sees it's 9:34am. He needs to get to work soon. Persistantly, he tries to push out of bed. The second he's up, he almost comes crashing back down. His vision begins to go almost black, but he quickly sits down to recover. Joe doesn't tend to get sick, but this is something else. He doesn't want to have to take the day off. He can get through this, right?
Joe tries again, standing up on his wobbly, jelly-like legs. Even the en suite seems far away as he stumbles into the wall beside the doorframe. Spotting himself in the mirror, it's like seeing a ghost. He feels so exhausted, but he just can't give up. He won't let himself. "Joe?"
It's M/n. Joe turns his head. A lot slower than he'd liked.
"Baby, are you okay?" M/n asks, rather instantly able to tell there's something wrong. He takes a few steps closer, wordlessly offering support.
"I'm–" Joe mutters, leaning against the wall now as he feels like he weighs twice his usual. "I'm fine. Just getting ready for work." He answers. But even Joe's voice betrays him – trembling and soft. M/n clearly doesn't believe that Joe is fine. He gives Joe an almost scolding look.
"Joe, go back to bed. No offence, but you aren't lookin' too great." M/n says, quickly trying to cover it up. "Not that you don't always look amazing! You're always gorgeous. Promise."
Joe can't help but weakly smile at M/n's comment, yet he doesn't really want to listen. His stubbornness gets to him. He doesn't like the thought of letting the people at work down. He's getting paid to be there. So he has to be there. Or at least he thinks so.
"I gotta go to work." Joe dismisses, trying to head into the bathroom still. As Joe stumbles inside, he can hear M/n's footsteps behind him. Joe isn't going very fast, so it's not like he can escape M/n's arms that snake around his body. M/n picks Joe up and starts to carry him back to bed. Exhausted, Joe can't find the energy to fight back, so he just lets himself go limp in M/n's arms.
M/n sets Joe down in the bed gently, like he's a precious antique. He certainly is precious. He just needs to be looked after, not pushing himself way past his limits. M/n kisses Joe's forehead and kneels by the bed.
"You don't have to go into work today, baby. Nobody is going to be disappointed in you." M/n assures gently, like you'd address a child, while petting his hair. "Just rest and I'll stay home today. I'll take care of you, okay?"
Joe rolls onto his side, pulling the bedsheets close to his chin as he curls up in the bed. He looks up at M/n like a kicked puppy. He knows he can't go in to work, but he doesn't like accepting it. "Okay."
M/n smiles and kisses Joe's nose this time. "I'm gonna go grab you some stuff. I'll be right back."
Joe is left alone and suddenly he feels so cold. The duvet just isn't enough. Lifting his head, Joe looks around in hope for something. In fact, Joe does spot something. M/n's sweater. Without sitting up, Joe scooches closer to the edge of the bed to try reach for it. Close to falling out of the bed, Joe's fingers graze it over and over without grabbing a hold of it. Frustrating. Eventually, Joe gets a small hold on it and tugs it close. Joe slips it on and thumps back into the mattress. The sleeves loosely wrap around Joe's knuckles. It's not an accurate fit, yet Joe loves it. It's warm. It's safe. It's home.
M/n gets back and approaches Joe's side. He puts a glass of water on Joe's bedside table and looks at Joe. "Is that my sweater?" He asks with a smile on his face. He can't help but find it endearing.
"Yeah." Joe admits in a soft yet slightly husky voice. "Warm." He adds. Joe doesn't really have many words to say. He's too tired, and he's giving into it. Finally.
"Haha, okay then." M/n replies. "I called, uh– I think it was your director. I dunno, honestly. She said it's fine that you have the day off."
Before M/n can even give Joe any antibiotics, he has already passed out. M/n just decides to stay by Joe's side until he wakes up.
Whenever that may be.
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Maya -> Joe
Maya: You seem so full of energy
Maya: Nothings going on with me. I'm bored. And hungry. Hungry and bored. So naturally I'm bugging you to drop whatever you're doing and go on an adventure to find food with me.
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Heard there was a holiday threesome: maya, Natalia and joe.
I don’t believe it. We need confirmation on such a wild accusation. Where’s the proof? I’m not saying that this isn’t the threesome of my dreams, I just don’t think they have it in them to get wild like that. Alright, I could see Keery pulling this off with some of the other ladies around here. It would definitely make things interesting around here and eventually on set.
@joekeerytt @mayahawkettown @natttyd
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