Joe keery x reader imagines

Bathroom stall

i know I know, I'm here in honor of season 3. WARNING THERE WILL BE SPOILERS (also it is unedited so sorry for any mistakes)

This is an alternate ending to when Steve confesses his feelings, you will be portraying Robin.

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   "Shit." You groaned sitting back onto the bathroom floor after basically puking your guts out.

   Those Russians drugged you and Steve, and since then you've both been a laughing, eating mess. Steve groaned and gagged again, throwing up into the toilet.

   You flushed the toilet and grabbed toilet paper to clean your face. You sighed and laid down on the floor, lifting your legs and leaning them on the stall. Looking up at the ceiling.

   "The ceiling stopped spinning for me." You said softly, too tired to talk normally. "Is it still spinning for you?" You asked the man on the other side of the stall who just flushed the toilet.

"Holy shit," he said. "No. You think we puked it all up?" He asked leaning his head back breathing heavily. "Maybe." You answered closing your eyes.

    An idea popped into your head, "Ask me something, Interrogate me." You said, hearing Steve chuckle, "Okay, interrogate you sure Uh.." he thought about what to ask you. He kinda enjoyed being in this position. Thinking of any question to ask.

   No matter how much he denied it, he did have a crush on you. After numerous teasing comments from Dustin, Steve has finally accepted the fact that he liked you. And maybe he could've found out if you felt the same.

    If only he wasn't too scared to ask.

   "When was the last time you peed your pants?" Steve asked, earning a laugh from you that caused your head to pound, making you shut up with a groan. "Today." You admitted, "What?" Steve asked confused making you laugh, "When the Russian took out the bone saw!" You laughed making Steve laugh, "It was only a little bit though." You justified, sitting up against the wall. "Oh it's definitely still in our system." He laughed. "Okay um my turn." You said, thinking of a question.

   "Have you ever been in love?" You asked looking at the wall waiting for his answer.

"Yup, Nancy Wheeler. First semester senior year," He said imitating a gun sound to his heart. You couldn't help but scoff, seriously Nancy wheeler.

"She's such a priss." You announced rolling your eyes at the type of girl Steve liked. You wanted him to Iike you. Not her. You've had a crush on him for so long, and Tammy Thompson that stupid girl, would always stare at Steve in class. And he would look at Nancy, but you wanted him to look at you. But of course you weren't popular, and he wouldn't want to date you.

Steve grunted and sighed, "Turns out not really." He said. You rolled your eyes slightly and thought of another question. Needing answers.

"Are you still in love with Nancy?" You asked, hoping that the answer would be no. You felt anxiety build up, enough to make you throw up again.

"No." He responded, you felt a weight lift up off your shoulders, but couldn't help but to feel curious. "Why not?" You asked.

    "I think it's because I found someone else who's a little better for me. It's crazy, ever since Dustin got home he's been saying 'you gotta find your Suzie, you gotta find your suzie-" He said before you asked "Wait who's Suzie?" That was the first time you had heard her name.

    "Some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend. To be honest with you I'm not 100% she's even real." He chuckled before continuing. "But that's not the point, the point is this girl, who I like. It's somebody who I didn't even talk to in school. And I don't even know why." Your heart dropped and your eyes widened, was he talking about you?

    "Maybe because Tommy H. Would've made fun of me, or I wouldn't be prom king, it's stupid I mean Dustin's right it's all just a bunch of bullshit, because when I think about it I should've been hanging out with this girl the whole time, cause first of all she's hilarious, she's so funny I've laughed harder this summer than I have in a long time." He said making you smile softly memories of you both laughing and throwing ice cream at each other after hours.

    "She's smart, way smarter than me, she can crack top secret Russian codes. She's honestly unlike anyone I've ever met before." He said, you had a big smile on your face you didn't exactly know what to say. Maybe since you're half nauseous and half high.

    "Y/N.." Steve asked softly hitting the stall, "Did you OD over there?" He asked, you blinked out of your trance and sighed "No I'm still alive." You confirmed, looking down at your feet, before hearing shuffling and seeing Steve slip under the stall, "the floors disgusting." You retorted making him shrug, "I already have a bunch of puke and blood on shirt so.." he said a silent laugh leaving your lips. The two of you staying quiet for a little, "So what do you think?" He asked breaking the silence between the two of you. "About?" You asked playing stupid. "This girl that I like."

"She sounds awesome."

"She is awesome, and what about the guy?"

   You didn't know what to say. Of course you had a crush on him, but you didn't know whether or not he's sober, or that it's just the drugs talking.

   "I think he's on drugs, and he's not thinking straight."

"Really because I think he's thinking a lot more clearly than usual." He said, making you sigh. Was he really thinking clearly?

"Listen Steve, I like you. I really like you. But I'm not like your other friends and I'm not like Nancy Wheeler." You said with a sigh, "Y/N that's exactly why I like you." He said setting his hand on top of yours. You looked down at both of your hands a small smile toying into your lips.

"Listen I know you think that I wouldn't like you because you're not the type of person I'd date in the past and it's stupid that I wouldn't because you're so much more better for me." He said looking up into your eyes.

"I'm no Tammy Thompson." You said with a small laugh. Steve furrowing his brows before a smile played onto his lips. "And I'm glad you're not." He laughed. "I'd kiss you but we both just threw up and it would be pretty gross." You said the both of you laughing at the comment.

"Wait why are you glad I'm not Tammy?" You asked Steve scoffing "She's a total dud!" He justified.

"No she's not." You defended with a laugh

"Yes she is, she wants to be like a singer, she wants to move to Nashville and shit."

"She has dreams!"

"She can't even hold a note!"

Laughter was all you shared. Steve doing a very mean but spot in impression of Tammy Thompson.

You laughed hysterically, you were so glad this was the boy you liked. He was amazing. He was funny. He was handsome (even with the bad black eye he had). He was Steve.

And Steve was the person who you liked.

"Okay...what the hell?"