#daily joe keery

[travelingtwentysomething]

So Tumblr did that thing 🌚🌝

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@jadeylovesmarvelxo thanks for making it happen 😂

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[hellcheercaine]

Daily Reminder

Fictional characters aren’t a representation of who the actors/actresses are irl

[straight4joekeery]

Steve: Whatever happened to the concept of less is more?

Eddie: But if less is more, then just think of how much more 'more' will be!

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Eddie: Are you good?

Steve: In what sense?

Eddie: Generally.

Steve: Oh, definitely not.

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Eddie: You’re giving me a sticker?

Steve: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Eddie: I’m not a preschooler.

Steve: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Eddie: I earned this, back off!

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Steve: I love you.

Eddie: How many people have you said that to?

Steve: Everyone.

Eddie: What?

Steve: I told everyone that I love you.

Eddie, on the floor, crying: You sLut.

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Eddie: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Steve: Where did you get that?

Eddie: My pocket.

Steve: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Eddie: Skills.

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Steve: Eddie likes to win. When he was 8, a little Club Scout friend of his bragged they could sell the most cookies.

Steve: Damned if Eddie didn't walk the neighborhood till he got blisters on his feet, and won by 10 boxes.

Steve: Best part is, Eddie wasn't even a Club Scout.

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Steve: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Eddie: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Steve: I said within reason, Eddie. How about I murder that guy?

Eddie: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Steve: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

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Eddie: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.

Steve, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.

Eddie: Damnit man, I thought you were dyslexic.

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Eddie: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go.

Steve: But how-

Eddie, ignoring him: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”.

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Steve: I need life advice.

Eddie, sipping Gatorade and eating raw cookie dough: You came to the right person.

[finalgowrl]

i still think about the stains on eddie’s mattress cause wtf baby boy

[allthingsfangirl101]

Rough Patch – Joe Keery

The honeymoon phase in a relationship is real. So is the reality check that always follows once you wake up. Joe and I got married a year ago. The months leading up to the wedding were incredible. I never thought I'd be happier.

When we got back from our honeymoon and things started to settle down, he went back to work and I focused on fixing up our apartment. When he went back to work, he was gone a lot more. It made the first year very difficult for us. He wasn't around and I would get overwhelmed having to take care of everything while he was gone.

I have tried to be a supportive wife, but it's getting harder and harder for me. It's gotten too hard to go months without seeing each other, barely talking on the phone. I couldn't help but get tired of the unanswered texts and missed phone calls. I am tired of celebrating things by myself.

The last time he left was a few months before our first anniversary. He swore up and down that he'd be back in time. Our anniversary is tomorrow so I called him tonight to figure out our plans. He is getting on a plane first thing tomorrow morning and will be home by lunch.

"Hey, you."

"Hey, baby. Happy Almost Anniversary!" I giggled excitedly. "I am so excited, I have the entire night planned from the minute you get home to the minute we fall asleep naked in each other's arms. I thought we could go to the restaurant we had our first date. You know, the one you also proposed to me at? What time is your flight supposed to be getting in? I could pick you up from the airport and we could get lunch and then. . ."

"Y/N," Joe cut me off.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not going to be back in time."

My stomach dropped at his words. "What are you. . . What do you mean you won't be back in town?"

"No," he sighed. "Sorry."

"But. . ."

"It's not like it's a big deal," he mumbled.

"It's our anniversary, Joe," I said, the tears I was pushing down turning to anger. "It is a big deal. It's the first anniversary of our wedding, Joe. You can't just not come home. What? Am I supposed to celebrate by myself? That's. . . That's pathetic."

"Calm down, Y/N," he sighed. "We can celebrate it when I get home."

"And when will that be?" I demanded. "We've been married a year and I don't think we've spent more than one week sleeping in the same bed. You're never home, Joe."

"I work," he said.

"I'm aware of that but. . ."

"And what am I supposed to do, Y/N?" He challenged. "Not work? Well, if I don't work then we will become homeless. I have to work, Y/N."

"I know you have to work, Joe. But I feel like you see your coworkers more than you see your wife."

"That's normal. It happens."

"It shouldn't," I corrected. "Normal people with normal jobs go home to their wives every night. I can't remember the last time you worked on a job here in town and came home every night to me."

"What are you saying?" He challenged again. "You want me to quit?"

"No," I said quickly. "You know I never want that. I just want to see you more, Joe. I'm sorry for missing my husband."

I hung up the phone, the tears I'd been fighting finally falling. I sat on our bed, tears streaming down my face as I watched my hands shake. I waited for my phone to ring but it never did. I fell asleep that night with dried tears on my face and no messages on my phone.

* * * * *

I woke up on our anniversary completely alone. I forced myself out of bed and barely got myself dressed. I wore a simple pair of leggings and a baggy T-shirt. I slowly cleaned the apartment, going in and out of crying fits.

Around noon, my phone started ringing. When I saw who was calling me, my throat tightened. I let the phone ring as I saw Joe's contact picture. I couldn't bring myself to answer it. When it finally stopped ringing, I slowly walked away from my phone.

The day continued like that. I slowly went through my normal checklist of daily things to do, ignoring my phone that kept ringing. Around 3 o'clock, a delivery man came to the door and delivered flowers. I read the card but it didn't change how I felt.

I'm really sorry about not being there today. Please take yourself out to dinner and really spoil yourself. I will spoil you as soon as I get home. I promise! I love you, Y/N.

With Regret, Your Loving Husband, Joe.

I tossed the card onto the counter and left the flowers there. I didn't have the energy to accept his apology. This is what he always did. He missed important things, sent flowers, and came home acting like nothing happened. First, it was his birthday. Then it was Thanksgiving. He barely made it home on Christmas Day. He missed Valentine's Day. And now he was missing our anniversary.

I ordered some dinner and ate it while watching one of my favorite movies. Even my comfort movie didn't cheer me up. I threw away the trash and laid down on the couch. 

I was starting to fall asleep when there was a knock at the door. I slowly paused the movie and went to answer it. When I opened the door, my heart jumped into my throat.

"You're here," I said slowly.

"Hey, baby," Joe smiled weakly.

"Why did you knock on your own apartment?" I asked. "Did you lose your key?"

"No," he chuckled. "I didn't. I was just trying. . ."

"I thought you weren't getting in until late Monday night."

"I wasn't supposed to," he stuttered. "But after our fight last night and you weren't answering your phone this morning, I needed to talk to you. We need to talk about this, Y/N."

"You're missing work." I turned on my heel and walked back into our apartment.

"Y/N," he sighed as he chased after me. "Wait, hang on, baby. Please. Can we talk about this?"

"What is there to talk about?" I demanded as I turned around. "Clearly, your job is more important than our marriage."

"That's not true!" He defended.

"Really?" I challenged. "Joe, yesterday you acted like it wasn't a big deal to miss our first wedding anniversary."

"And that was wrong," he tried to interrupt.

"Do you know how many phone calls you miss? How many of my texts go unanswered? Do you know how many nights I go to sleep, wondering where my husband is and what he's doing? Wondering when I will see him? This hasn't been easy on me, Joe."

"It hasn't been easy on me either," he said.

"You have work to distract you from being alone," I cut him off. "I have nothing. I sit at home all day with nothing to do other than think about and miss my husband."

"You could always get a job." His sentence dropped when he saw the look on my face.

"You really want to go down this road?" I challenged.

"No, but. . ."

"But nothing," I cut him off again. "Joe, I can't keep doing this."

"Wait," Joe said quickly. He grabbed my hands, pulling me closer to him. He lowered his voice and whispered, "This is just a rough patch, baby. We can. . . We can work through this."

"Can we?" I asked, my voice breaking. "Because, right now, I feel like I've been doing all the work. I mean, when was the last time you called me? Joey, I don't know. . ."

Joe cut me off by pulling me closer and crashing his lips onto mine. I knew he was doing this to cut me off so I couldn't end this, but I didn't care. I missed this. I missed being in his arms. I missed being kissed by him. I missed the feeling he gave me as our lips moved in sync. I missed him.

I had tears streaming down my face as I broke the kiss. I took a step back, pulled my hands out of his, and wrapped my arms around myself.

"Joe," I whispered. "I can't be the only one in this relationship anymore. I mean. . . I feel like you don't love me anymore."

"What?" Joe gasped. "Y/N, do you really think. . . How could you. . . Y/N, baby, of course, I still love you. I never stopped. You really think that I stopped loving you?"

"Can you blame me?" My voice broke as the tears continued to stream down my face. Joe stepped up right in front of me and gently grabbed my elbows.

"I am so sorry that I made you think I didn't love you," he whispered. "I love you with all my heart, Y/N. You are the most important person in my life. I never should've made you feel like my job was more important than the love of my life. Please give me another chance. I will prove to you that you are more important. I will make sure you never go a day without knowing just how much I love you. I will do anything to make it up to you."

"I just need you around more," I said, my sob getting stuck in my throat. "I just need my husband."

Joe pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his neck.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he whispered as he started rocking us back and forth. He reached up and started playing with my hair. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I didn't say anything as he led us over to the couch and sat us down, neither one of us letting go of the other.

"I have an idea," he started, his voice still soft. "Tomorrow, we are going to wake up and make breakfast together. Then, after we get ready, I'm going to take you shopping and buy you whatever you want. We'll get lunch and go see that new movie you've been dying to see. We'll get dinner, come home, and spend the rest of the night in bed."

"Joe," I giggled when he changed his voice at the end. I playfully pushed him, but he instantly pulled me back into his arms.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered as he relaxed us into the couch. "And I am so sorry. It will never happen again. I promise, baby."

"I love you too, Joe."

[voidvannie]

❝ 𝓒harlotte 𝓛azar ❞

🜲 ──── 🎶 long drives, blue skies, straight to the horizon dancing in the rain, even through all the lightening. 🎶 always been you, michael sanzone

🜲 ──── series masterlist 🜲 ──── charlotte lazar x luke hughes 🜲 ──── main masterlist

⋆.˚ ★— MEET CHARLIE .ᐟ

FULL NAME Charlotte James Lazar DATE OF BIRTH November 7, 2003 PLACE OF BIRTH Salmon Arm, Canada NICKNAMES Char, Charlie, CJ, Lottie, Charles PREFERRED NAME Charlie STAR SIGN Scorpio LAST KNOWN ADDRESS Salmon Arm, Canada CURRENT ADDRESS Newark, New Jersey HEIGHT 5'6" EYE COLOR Blue HAIR COLOR Brown (naturally), Blonde TATTOOS None PIERCINGS Ears, Nose FAMILY Curtis Lazar (older brother) CLOSEST FRIENDS Jack Hughes, Dawson Mercer, Nico Hischier, Benson Boone, Tabitha Swatosh, Josh Richards, Kouvr RELATIONSHIPS Luke Hughes (2023), Ryan Patterson (2019-2022) INSTAGRAM @/charlie_lazar FACE CLAIM Ashley Mae Besson

⋆.˚ ★— CHARLIE'S FAVORITES .ᐟ

🜲 FAVORITE ANIMAL Kitten 🜲 FAVORITE DRINK Apple Juice 🜲 FAVORITE FOOD Pizza 🜲 FAVORITE COLOR Blue & Sage green 🜲 FAVORITE SEASON Summer 🜲 FAVORITE HOLIDAY Christmas 🜲 FAVORITE HOCKEY TEAM New Jersey Devils 🜲 FAVORITE MOVIE Marvel Movies, The Notebook 🜲 FAVORITE ACTORS/ACTRESSES Joe Keery, Tom Holland, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Rudy Pankow 🜲 FAVORITE SINGERS Justin Bieber, Billie Eillish, Kelsea Ballerini, Shawn Mendes, Morgan Wallen, Jessie Murph, Benson Boone 🜲 FAVORITE TV SHOWS Teen Wolf, Stranger Things, Outer Banks, The Vampire Diaries

⋆.˚ ★— CHARLIE'S FACTS .ᐟ

୨୧ Charlotte is going to NYU for film, photography and business. She wants to someday have her own photography business.

୨୧ Instead of staying in a dorm, Charlotte stays in Newark with her brother and his little family.

୨୧ She hates any other green color besides Sage Green.

୨୧ She started a YouTube channel in 2019 with the name 'Life With Charlie' where she post daily vlogs of her life and often collabs in LA with various other YouTubers and sometimes TikTokers.

୨୧ She absolutely adores her two nephews, and Owen is definitely an auntie's boy.

୨୧ She's really shy when you first meet her, but it takes no time to warm up to you.

୨୧ When she first meet the Devils, Jack actually freaked her out with the amount of talking he had done with her.

୨୧ Her brother is super protective over her but he's gotten much worse after her ex treated her terribly.

୨୧ She met Benson Boone during a trip to LA and the two immediately hit it off, claiming each other as best friends.

୨୧ She loves to read and sometimes gets lost in another world when she has a really good book in her hand.

୨୧ Charlotte is a big romantic and has always said that she wants to fall in love in the rain.

୨୧ She's a nervous baker.

୨୧ It's easy to tell when she likes a guy because she'll twirl her hair around her finger and giggles.

୨୧ When she meets Luke, she's instantly playing with her hair and giggling while the youngest Hughes boy is grinning ear to ear while Jack and the team watches them.

୨୧ Out of everyone on the team, Jack is her best friend.

୨୧ She's naturally a brunette but she dies her hair blonde.

୨୧ When her and Luke first start dating, his parents don't find out for two weeks, but as soon as they meet Charlotte, they adore her.

୨୧ Quinn has known Charlotte for awhile since their brother's play together, but once she and Luke are dating, the two of them get extremely close (especially during the summer when they leave the others to read together).

୨୧ Charlotte used to be a cheerleader in high school, but she broke her leg her Junior year and decided to quit and take up photography. ୨୧ She has a group chat with the entire Hughes family, but she also has one that does not include Luke.

୨୧ Before they start dating, it's raining outside while Charlotte is over at Luke and Jack's, so Luke pulls her outside with him, remembering that she wanted to fall in love in the rain, and he kisses her for the first time.

[wroteclassicaly]

Joe Keery is such a tiny waisted boyfriend. I don’t know how he expects me to function on a daily basis when he’s just out there running around, looking like that without a clue.

[shares-a-vest]

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general steddie writing tag: not inclusive of everything. all my writing about them should be covered throughout this masterlist.

relationships: platonic stobin | platonic edancy | clarkson | rockie | ronance | stargyle | stommy

tropes/themes: family video shenanigans | sick fics | post-s4 healing steddie/whump | steve has bad parents™ | old steddie | vampire eddie | clothing-based writing | sportsball eddie | mermay

hopeless roommates au: steve, eddie and robin live together in a terrible apartment. what could possibly go wrong? featuring vickie. this is a college-age au born from drabbles. each can be read standalone. still fleshing out the details on this one as i go.

joanie munson au: a fluffy ongoing au focusing on steve, eddie, their bio daughter, joanie, and their many cats. eddie is trans. most fics can be read stand-alone. currently on hiatus until the inspo hits again.

stwg daily drabbles | headcanons

event writing: steddie microfics (ongoing) | steddie angsty august | flufftober spring edition 2024 | steddie love month 2024 | steddiemas 2023 | eddie month | steddie week | platonic stobin month 2023 | fruity four advent calendar

all fics are completed.

If You Like Pina Coladas (wc: 1.4k | Rated: M | cw: Alcohol Consumption) | The Harringtons get a hot tub and Eddie has... some ideas about a romantic evening with Steve.

Pineapple Breath & Onion Boy (wc: 1.2k | Rated: T | cw: Food Mention) | Awaiting their typical Friday Night takeaway order, Eddie and Steve get all ooey-gooey professing their love for each other – and pizza toppings.

Some Freaky Friday Shit (wc: 1.4k | Rated: M | cw: Read tags on ao3) | Steve wakes up in Eddie's body, Eddie in Steve's. While Steve frets about what they are going to do about this situation, Eddie relishes inhabiting his boyfriend's (now his own) body. Written for Steddie Week, Day 4: Body Swap.

Steddie Sessions (wc: 7.4k | Rated: T | cw: Weed Mention, Brief Past Blood/Injury) | Eddie finds himself completing High School by way of a summer school program, Steve wants to shoot his shot at a college application and Robin needs to study for finals that were pushed back because Hawkins almost fell into an undead abyss. What could possibly go wrong? Written for the 2023 Steddie Summer Exchange. 7/7 Chapters. Completed.

Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson vs. A Box of Condoms (wc: 2.3k | Rated: M | cw: Read tags on ao3) | Steve and Eddie are going to travel to the bone zone for the first time. Only to find everything - namely condoms – getting in the way at every turn.

Just a Shirt (wc: 1.9k | Rated: T | cw: Angst, Injury Recovery) | Eddie makes Steve a customised Hellfire shirt, just for him.

He's Gonna Save Me, Call Me Baby (wc: 1.1k | Rated: T | cw: Alcohol Consumption, Open-Ended - Happy) | Steve waits for Eddie at The Hideout and thinks over his failed relationship with Nancy. Written for the STWG Hozier Project.

I don't like sand. it's coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere (wc: 2.1k | Rated: T | cw: Alcohol Consumption) | Steve just wants to take Eddie on a romantic date to Lover’s Lake. But they quickly find themselves battling a new enemy: sand. Written for Lex's Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge (Summer 2023).

Eds, I'm Hungry (wc: 3.2k | Rated T) | Steve and Eddie being sickly lovebirds as they talk over a post-coital midnight snack. Written as part of Steddie Week, May 2023.

Joanie's First Word (wc: 1.4k | Rated: G) | Wayne Munson is spending the holidays with the boys and his granddaughter. But he doesn't expect to become an integral part of a key milestone.

you should come live with me and we can be pirates, then you won't have to cry (wc: 5.8k | Rated: G) | Steve and his mother have been packing up the house and in the process, he tells her about the Upside Down and his relationship with Eddie. Written for Lex's Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge (Spring 2023).

joe keery tag | djo tag | joseph quinn tag | me going insane about 9-1-1

[distinguisheddingus]

- Joe Keery for Women's Wear Daily 📸

he's too handsome for this f****** world.

[peppermintbuttlemon]

https://www.tumblr.com/peppermintbuttlemon/764563905166082048/wonder-if-grace-knows-eva-will-be-at-the-con

Not the original nonnie, but I think Eva used to be one of her discord mods. Her and Grace had a falling out because Eva was promoting her OF in the server, which was a big issue because there were minors in there. I don’t know the whole situation, but they’re not on good terms. Eva also used to run a Joe Keery update account on Twitter, but a bunchhh of stuff came up where she was involved in some allegations of racism and other problematic behavior so she deleted it but still has an insta. She’d also brag about being on Raya and regularly updating her profile in case she came across either Keery or Quinn. Is also super obsessed with Keery’s ex which is a little weird. Eva is also very close with another incredibly problematic Keery update account who pretty much borderline harasses him and his music manager on a daily basis. Keery and Grace will both be at the con so it’s a little concerning, and she lives in NZ or something so that’s a long flight to take just for Keery in my opinion.

Oh damn 😬

I thought about going to NZ once but saw the flight times and was like hell noooooooooo

[gunkdrawer]

my blog has just become a daily diary of my sex dreams lately

….. I had a dream Joe Keery placed his hand on my thigh

1887 ass sex dream

[djostateofmind]

Guysss come join our Facebook Harrington hive

We like to just have fun, simp over Joe and we post daily!

[allthingsfangirl101]

The Girl in The Rain–Joe Keery

Joe's POV

I walked into my apartment, no relief washing over me as I kicked off my shoes and put my keys on the hook by the door. I went to my kitchen and instinctively grabbed a beer out of the fridge. I looked at it in my hand, unable to bring myself to open it.

I've been doing this a lot lately. For a reason I can't pinpoint, I've been going through my daily routine in a blur. Sometimes it felt like I was never really awake.

My friends and family have tried to reach out to me and help. I went along with it at first. I hung out with them, I talked to them, I smiled and laughed. But as soon as I got home, I'd fall right back into my 'zombiness'. Eventually, I just stopped trying.

I looked out the kitchen window when it started to rain. For the first time in almost three months, I felt something. Not sure what it was but it got me to leave. I grabbed my keys, slipped my shoes back on, and tossed my hood over my head.

I drove to my favorite coffee shop not too far from my house. I walked inside, smiled at the excited fans, and ordered my usual drink. After paying, I stepped to the side and waited. Once it was ready, I took my drink and sat at a table by the window.

I slowly drank my coffee, mindlessly scrolling through my phone. It didn't matter. Nothing on my phone distracted me. I locked it and put it face down on the table.

My cup was halfway to my lips when something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. My entire body froze as I focused on the girl on the street corner. She was waiting for the light to turn so she could cross the street. She had a light pink umbrella and dark purple rain boots. She had a smile on her face that made it hard to look away. She had headphones on and was nodding, slightly dancing, and lip-syncing to whatever song was playing.

There was something about her. . .

My heart dove into my stomach when the light turned and my mystery girl started walking away. I grabbed my phone and didn't bother to put my hood up as I bolted out the door. I barely got halfway across the street before the light changed. I had to sprint the rest of the way.

I slowed down when I got close to her. I continued to follow her until she went inside a small bookstore. I waited outside, watching as she walked up and down the shelves. My eyesight refocused and I wasn't looking at my mystery girl. I was looking at my reflection in the bookstore window. And I looked insane. I pulled my hood over my head and turned around, immediately heading back to my car.

I drove home, thinking about my mystery girl. I got ready for bed, thinking about my mystery girl. I fell asleep with my last thoughts on my mystery girl. The second I woke up, I was right back to thinking about my mystery girl.

When I got to work that day and filmed the scheduled scenes, I wasn't as deep in my haze as normal. This time, my haze was focused on my mystery girl.

"You look different."

I turned around to see David Harbour standing in the doorway of my trailer.

"I'm all Steve Harrington right now," I tried to joke.

"That's not what I meant," he sighed as he walked in and closed the door behind him. "You've been distracted lately, Joe. We've all seen it. But when you walked into work today, you were different. Still distracted but in a different way. What's going on?"

I sighed, not able to hide my smile. Then again, I didn't bother to hide it. "There's this girl," I started.

"Really?" David smirked as he leaned against the counter. "Tell me about her."

"I don't know much," I sighed. "I just saw her. It sounds crazy and a little creepy but when I saw her. . . I don't really know how to explain it. I've been struggling lately and yet, just seeing her. . . You think I'm crazy."

"No," David said quickly, "I don't, Joe. In fact, I think you need to find her."

"What?"

"Find her, Joe. Whatever it takes, however long it takes. Find that girl."

                                * * * * *

I spent the next week, searching for my mystery girl. There wasn't much I could do, I guess. I didn't know anything about her. The only thing I knew about her was that street corner. I went to my coffee shop every day that week. I stopped by in the morning, on my lunch break, on my way home, and any free second I had.

"Any luck?" David asked on the last day of filming that week.

"No," I grumbled as I tossed my empty coffee cup into the trash. "I have gone there at least five times a day for the past six days and I haven't seen her. It's not like I can ask the staff. What if she has never even stepped foot in the shop before that day? What if she doesn't usually walk down that street? What if she was there for some bizarre reason? What if she doesn't live in LA? What if I never see her again?"

"Calm down," he sighed. "Maybe you need to widen your search. You said you followed her to a clothing store down the street?"

"A bookstore," I instantly corrected.

David just smiled. "Start there. No one goes to a random hole-in-the-wall bookstore in LA. If she was there, odds are that's her usual place."

"That's true," I mumbled.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied.

"Joe," David elongated. "Talk to me, kid."

"This is creepy," I sighed. "Isn't it? I saw the girl once and now I'm scouring the city for her."

"You're not scouring the city," he smirked. "You're looking for her, wanting to run into her again. There's nothing wrong with that. It's very Rom-Com."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

David thought about his answer for a second. When he did respond, he was smiling the whole time.

"Depends on the girl."

                                * * * * *

After talking to David and finishing work, I headed down to the bookshop. I hesitated outside, not sure what would happen inside that store. I took a deep breath and forced myself to walk in.

There were a couple of people scattered around the store. I started wandering through the aisles, holding my breath every time I walked by a woman. I was too busy looking at someone else, I wasn't watching where I was going.

"I'm so sorry," I stuttered. I leaned down and picked up the book I accidentally knocked out of the person's hands. I stood up and held it out for them, my breath getting caught in my throat.

Here she was—my mystery girl.

As I stood across from her, I was starstruck. I have never felt like this before. I've worked with and talked to and interacted with a lot of famous people. It felt nothing like this.

"Thank you," she said, her voice sounding like music.

"I'm Joe," I said, barely able to breathe.

"I'm Y/N."

Damn. Her smile. It's perfect.

"Y/N," I couldn't help but repeat. She continued to smile at me as she grabbed her book out of my hand. I cleared my throat, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets.

"Do you umm. . . I was. . ."

"Are you okay?" She asked sweetly.

"No," I said under my breath. Y/N's eyes softened.

"Oh," she whispered. "Is there anything I can do?"

My heart clenched, my stomach flipping, at her immediate offer to help me. She didn't even know me and yet, she was willing to help a complete stranger.

"This is going to sound crazy," I started off soft and hesitant, "and I highly expect you to pepper spray me in the face but I have to say it."

I couldn't help but study her to see if I was creeping her out.

"Okay," she shrugged with a gentle smile still on her face. "What is it?"

It's kinda hard to explain. I've been having a really hard time lately. I can't even narrow it down and say it's my personal life or professional life. I felt like I was in this bubble. I started turning down my friends and ignoring my family. I was ready to walk away from my job and never look back. But then. . . I saw you. Again, I know how crazy that sounds. But there was something about you. You had this light pink umbrella and you were nodding along, mouthing to your music. You were so happy. I'm sorry if this is creepy, but I watched you as you waited for the light to change. It seemed like you were the happiest person in all of LA. Watching you honestly made my day better. I know that sounds crazy but it's true. Then I couldn't stop thinking about you. I went back to that corner every day. I had to see you again.

Of course, I didn't say any of it out loud. I opened my mouth to tell her all of that, but nothing came out.

"Joe?" She asked gently. "Everything alright?"

Let's try this again.

"It's a little hard to explain," I mumbled. "And I doubt you'll believe a word I say. If you do believe me, you'll probably think I'm crazy."

"Try me," she chuckled.

"I'm an actor," I started.

"I know," she giggled. "Stranger Things. It's an awesome show."

"Thanks," I said, blushing like a teenage boy holding a girl's hand for the first time. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to continue before I wimped out. "I've been having a rough time. Not sure why. I just feel. . . Stuck. What sucks is that I can't figure out why I'm feeling this way so I can't reverse it."

"I know how you feel," Y/N said, her voice changing. I wanted to grab her hand and comfort her but I resisted. "When I first moved here, I felt like that. I was alone and scared. I didn't talk to my family because I wanted to be strong. Independent. It sucks."

"Yeah," I smiled as she tried to connect with me. "It does."

"My advice? It never works doing it on your own."

"Do you have someone who helps you?" I couldn't help but ask. I had no idea what I would do if her answer was her boyfriend.

"There's a lady I work with," she chuckled. "She's older but she caught on. She came and talked to me about it. After I opened up to her, she insisted on taking me to lunch every day so we could disconnect and vent. It saved me. She saved me."

And I would do whatever I could to repay her.

"I tried reaching out to my family and coworkers," I sighed. "They were supportive but it didn't help. It made me feel more like a fake."

"So what did you do?" Y/N asked, genuinely interested in what I had to say.

"I saw you."

"You. . . What?"

"I know how crazy this sounds," I said quickly. "But there was something about you. I can't explain it, Y/N. I was sitting at the coffee shop down the street. I looked out the window and saw you. The first thing I noticed was how happy you were. I'm sorry if this is creeping you out. It's the last thing I want to do. I just. . . I've been searching for you."

"Searching for me?" She repeated. "Why?"

"Because I couldn't stop thinking about you, Y/N. I constantly went back to that street corner in hopes of seeing you."

I held my breath, waiting for any type of reaction from her. I waited but the silence drove me crazy.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," I whispered. "I know this is extremely creepy and stalkery. I can't explain what I was thinking or what I am feeling. I didn't know what else I could do. I wanted. . ."

"What you are feeling?" She asked, gently cutting me off.

"What?" I stuttered.

"You said, 'I can't explain what I was thinking or what I am feeling'. What did you mean by that?"

"From the moment I saw you," I started, barely audible, "something in me changed. I'll be honest, Y/N, I've been really depressed lately. When I saw you the other day, that feeling went away. It was replaced."

"With what?"

"Hope."

Y/N smiled as she grabbed something out of her purse. I held my breath, a bolt of electricity going up my arm when she grabbed my hand. I watched as she lifted my hand and used the pen she got out of her purse to write something on the back of my hand.

When she was done, she capped her pen and put it back in her purse. She looked up at me with a smile on her face.

"I work weekdays," she explained. "I'm an elementary school teacher. Not to say I don't like to let my hair down and have fun on the weekends. As long as I can still show up to work on Monday."

"What are you. . ."

"Call me."

I watched as she turned on her heel and walked away. It wasn't until I heard the shop door open and close that I looked down at my hand to read what she wrote. My heart and stomach went crazy. Partially because of the phone number that was beautifully written on my hand. The main reason for the circus inside me was because of the name that she wrote.

The Girl in The Rain.

[goddesspharo]

movie must-knows! 2, 3, 19, 21?

[movie asks! I love movies!]

2. Your most rewatched movie.

I used to rewatch movies a lot more before than I do now. When I was a little kid, I watched the Disney animated Cinderella at least once a week on VHS. (I am An Old.) Not animated, I watched A Few Good Men so many times when I was a teenager - especially once TNT/TBS deemed it A New Classic and showed it every weekend when we all still had cable subscriptions - that it nearly got banned in the house. People will tell you that Aaron Sorkin's best work is The West Wing, but they would be wrong. It's the script for this movie, which I do quote a lot. Speaking of which...

3. A movie you quote on a daily basis.

I don't quote anything on a daily basis (because everything is situation specific!) but I quote Clueless at least once a week out of context. And weirdly reference Beavis and Butthead Do America more than you would think?

19. An underrated actress.

A few years ago, Maika Monroe wound up on my most watched list on letterboxd for that year and it's because even if she's not always in the greatest movies, she's always captivating in them! When is she going to be a bigger deal? When are she and Samara Weaving going to be final girls together? Why did she and Joe Keery break up? I have so many questions! I still think about the clamshell e-reader from It Follows all the time.

21. An overrated actor.

He is probably overrated only in the eyes of the Academy because the real ones can see past his thirst for awards, but Bradley Cooper's acting was only ever good as Will Tippin on Alias (relatively...in some scenes...okay, mostly when he was hanging out with Jack Bristow). There is not a single acting nomination that he has ever received that I thought was deserved and as long as he keeps casting himself in vanity projects, he'll never win a damn thing. And although I enjoy watching him in things, there is a...mumbly emo-core sameness to Timothee Chalamet's acting in everything he does (despite being wildly different movies/characters) that makes it difficult for me to forget that he's a hipster who has used a smart phone. He'll still get my money at the box office, but I'm never walking out of a movie thinking "Damn, Lil' Timmy Tim was acting circles around the rest of the cast in this one!"

[joe-moi]

https://www.tumblr.com/joe-moi/746112815321022464/httpswwwtumblrcomjoe-moi746112719359442944h

cause people get mad at joe for dumb things and make it seem like his fans are crazy for talking about the same thing keery fans do (following every chase move, etc) then get mad for the director he works with but keery can be friends with levy so it gets tiring when the excuse is the fans

but Keery fans aren’t fighting each other nonstop and sending nasty messages to anon tumblr blogs every day and they aren’t defending him like he’s their child to random people who don’t like him on Twitter.

they’ve both done questionable things (but tbf he met Shawn in 2015? So can’t hold that against him that Shawn turned out to be a Zionist 9 years later), but my issue and the issue I see daily on here is that people left jq fandom because of fans. Some for other reasons but the main reason is because of the drama fans caused.

[findyourrp]

hey! i'm a 29nb looking for anyone 21+ interested in a discord 1x1 rp!

after watching the movie marmalade (2024) i haven't been able to stop obsessing over it, and continue to fall in love with baron more and more! i'm currently looking for anyone who's watched the movie and might be interested playing the baron (joe keery) to either my marmalade (camila morrone) or one of my other fem oc's for some fun plots inspired by the movie!

more info:

i can be active daily, multiple times a day, and would prefer someone open to more short/quick/fire replies than longer/slower ones

i write in third person past tense

looking for roleplayers that use tupperbox

i prefer plots with heavy smut just because smut is the easiest form of writing for me lol, must be okay with nsfw themes

i am in the stranger things fandom as well and open to playing chrissy cunningham, heather holloway, or eden bingham against baron/an au steve based off of him

if you have any questions or are interested please like this/message me! :)

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