most tragic thing about wanting to see more stuff of your oc is that the c is o and YOU have to make the stuff. devastating. why can’t art of my beautiful baby just appear in my hands. just materialize under my pillow, like from the tooth fairy
SUMMARY: If there was one thing you loved to do, it was to support Joe. You and Joe go into New York City so that you can surprise him with his name advertised on the building. It gets you all excited and you're so incredibly proud of him. (Joe Keery x fem!reader)
WORD COUNT: 1K
A/N: Thank you for this request, L! 💕 You can read the request here. Short and cute one 🙂↕️ Keep in mind I have never been to NYC before, so my knowledge is purely based off movies and things that I’ve heard 😢 Enjoy my lovelies! 💕
The blaring sound of sirens and yellow taxis beeping their horns fill your ears in addition to the speakers blasting music loud enough for the floor to feel electric. Different songs were blending together as you walked down the street, making you scrunch your nose at the horrific noise it made. It's incredibly busy, and there are people just stood in the middle of the path blocking everyone's way. The air felt warm, like a blanket was being wrapped around you. There was something about being in New York City that felt different, and you couldn't quite name what it was.
You pushed all your thoughts away about the city and focused on why you were here; to support Joe. He had no idea that his name was going to come up advertised on a building, but you felt a tingly, buzzing feeling inside of you. It wasn't often that you came to New York, so you wanted to surprise Joe with the best trip. His arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you close to his side with your cheek crushed against his chest.
You're the most supportive girlfriend to Joe, and he's constantly showing you appreciation for it through gentle kisses all over you, whispering soft praises in your ear when you're drifting off to sleep, and being supportive in return. Any time he gets a role in a movie, or even when he's letting you listen to a new song, you're bouncing up and down, getting all giddy and excited for him.
If there's anything that you both love to do, it's to show each other off, especially Joe. He loves letting the world know you're his, that could be through songs, interviews, kissing you in front of paparazzi, or even bringing you up to anyone that he talks to. Joe loves to talk about you to people, he will even bring up a new job opportunity that you got, and he will make sure that the people around you celebrate and congratulate you.
One time you and Joe were shopping for groceries to restock your cupboards, and you heard Basic Being Basic playing through the speakers in the background. He looked at you with the most stupid grin on his face. You spent the rest of the shopping trip rambling on about how proud you were of him, and how he has 'made it'. You stood on your tiptoes and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, unable to stop smiling.
Another time you were on a girl's night out at a club, you weren't exactly drunk, but you were getting there. Tipsy definitely wasn't the word for it. You stumbled over to the DJ, demanding for them to play Djo. As soon as they gave in, you squealed and thanked them a few times before dancing around, telling everyone that this is your boyfriend playing. Joe came to pick you up after, and you told him that they played his music for you, and he laughed, loving how supportive you were.
You quickly checked for the time and smiled to yourself, feeling all warm and fuzzy. The building that would display his name was coming into view and you tucked your lip between your teeth. The view was absolutely gorgeous, the sun was setting behind the buildings, casting a stunning painting in the sky.
"Hey, Joe." You say, looking up at Joe and pausing your walking in the middle of the path. You feel your heart fluttering and your cheeks flushing, excited to see his reaction.
"Hey, baby." He grins, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.
"I may or may not have a surprise for you." You smile, your eyelashes fluttering.
Joe raises his eyebrows, a smile forming on his lips. "You don't have to surprise me baby, really, you do a lot for me already."
Your eyes flick to the building that is finally showing his name, and his eyes flick to the direction you're looking in. His hand tightens around your waist as he sees himself up there, his lips parted. You laugh at the sight of him looking so shocked.
"You like?" You laugh.
He looks absolutely amazed. "What— how— I have so many questions. Did you plan this?" He asks, looking back at you with the biggest grin on his face.
"I did indeed." You smile, gently brushing your thumb over his cheek.
"God, I love you." His voice cracks, leaning down again to kiss your lips, sliding his hands into your hair. You can't help but melt into him, smiling against his lips.
"I love you." You whisper, pulling back. "Now, please take a picture. I have no idea how long it's going to be up there for. They never gave me an exact time, so please don't miss it." You laugh.
He nods and slips his phone out of his pocket, turning his back to the building to take a selfie. He pulls you to his side and grins, taking a picture of you together in front of the building with his name displayed on it. His eyes are practically glistening, unable to take his eyes off you.
"You go above and beyond for me, baby. Thank you, seriously, I love you so much." He smiles, combing his fingers through your hair. "It's a competition now to see who is better at showing who off." He grins.
"Well, I think I'm winning. I got you up on a building in New York." You flash him a smile.
"We'll see about that. Could get your name tattooed on my forehead. That's permanent. The building was temporary." He laughs, teasing you.
"What's stopping me from getting you permanently on the building?" You grin.
"You got the money for that, hm?" He asks, chuckling as he brushes his thumb over your cheek.
"Well, no." You laugh.
"Me neither, don't worry." He grins, pulling you close to his chest, stroking his hands through your hair. "Thank you again, baby. I promise I will make it up to you." He whispers, earning a sweet smile from you. The busy crowd make their way around you, but you stay wrapped up in Joe's arms, forgetting about everything for a while.
Thank you for reading!! 💕 Liking and reblogging is very much appreciated! 💕💕 Got some very long detailed requests to get through, though I am answering requests that are shorter!
SUMMARY: You've had a bad day at work, so of course, you rant to Joe about it. Half way through your rant, you get distracted by his hands. Joe ends up holding your face, knowing exactly how to ground you. (Joe Keery x fem!reader)
WORD COUNT: 1.3K
A/N: THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST L!!! 💕 You can read the request here! My two week break is getter closer!! I have had some time to come up with many fic ideas. I'm excited to share! Enjoy my lovelies 💘
It was another long, grey day that felt like it dragged on for years; the kind of day where all you wanted to be was in Joe's arms. You had dealt with too many people today who were acting like they owned the place, which caused anger to boil inside you. You were so ready to burst. Every second, you had to remind yourself that you would only be with these people for the next few hours and then you could go home, and scream into your pillows.
Throughout the day, your eyes couldn't help but keep flicking over to the clock. You felt like the clocks were going back instead of forward, like you were going to be stuck in a constant loop that you wouldn't be able to escape. You absolutely hated how much time went slower when you were at work. You would rather time went slower when you were with Joe. That way, you could savour your moments with him.
As soon as the time changed to 4 pm, you dashed to get all of your belongings and sprinted to your car, wasting no time to get back home to Joe. The drive back home was definitely painful; it was like the world was out to get you today. It felt like the day was just progressively getting worse. There was a build up of traffic, the lights went red every time you were about to drive past, and the painful sound of people's horns honking filled your ears. You were bracing yourself the whole ride for something else to happen so that you couldn't be annoyed if all else was to go wrong.
After what felt like the longest drive of all time, you finally park outside of your house. Your hands are tightly gripping the wheel, a slow breath leaving your lips in an attempt to calm yourself. One thing that you didn't want to do was to overwhelm Joe by walking in stressed. You count to three in your head and step out of the car, closing the door and walking to your house, the door already unlocked for you.
You slip your shoes off, placing your car keys on the table, and your eyes meet Joe's. He has the sweetest smile on his lips, and he's already walking over to you with his arms open. Every time Joe hears your car parking outside, he's already waiting by the window for you. You feel like some of the weight of the day has already been lifted off your shoulders and, you practically jump into Joe's arms, and his hand slides into your hair.
"Hey, baby." He grins, pressing his lips to your hairline. "How was work? Anything amusing happen?" He chuckles, his hands gently combing through your hair.
"Awful. Absolutely awful." You mumble. Joe pulls back and gives you the softest, most concerned look. He always hates it when you come home feeling like this. He knows that sometimes the people there can be hard work, and you get overwhelmed. "I just want to curl up into a ball and pretend I don't exist."
"I'm all ears, baby. Tell me everything." He whispers, gently massaging your temples in an attempt to soothe you. Joe knew that letting you rant about your day always made you feel a little more relieved, which is better than bottling it all up and breaking when you can't take it anymore.
"Firstly, as soon as I walked in, I was being bossed about by that same girl who genuinely thinks she owns everything that comes in her path. If something doesn't go her way, she's blaming everyone but herself. It's so draining, Joe." You start, not even realising how hard you're clenching your fists together. "Everyone in the room is absolutely silent until she leaves. You best believe as soon as she leaves, she's the main topic of the day."
He nods as you speak, making sure to listen and take in every word. Joe knew how important it was to you that someone listened to you, and you were so grateful that he actually listened and even answered what you're saying. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
"She's the new one, isn't she? I'm not sure how all of you are even surviving being in the room with her." He answers, putting gentle pressure on your temples.
"Mhm. We just barely survive." You huff, looking down at the ground. "Secondly, it just got so busy to the point where I genuinely questioned all of my life decisions. It was so loud in there for hours, I'm now suffering from a headache."
"I love that you don't get headaches from concerts, but you do from work." He chuckles, trying to add light to the conversation for you.
A little smile forms on your lips, giving him a knowing look. "Well, your concerts are music to my ears. Work however, sounds like I'm listening to a million annoying cats in my ear for hours." You laugh, and then turn back to your serious face as you remember what else annoyed you.
"Also, there were people who had such an attitude towards me. Getting all huffy with me if I wasn't being quick enough for them. I'm sick of people being so demanding and thinking that I'm their personal assistant or something." You whine, your eyes flicking to glance at his hands, then back to his eyes. His touch is so comforting; you could probably fall asleep.
"Just remember, you take things at your own pace. I know people can be impatient, but that's a skill they need to learn on their own. It's not your job to rush for them just because they can't wait." He whispers, the pad of his thumb swiping over your cheek, bringing a small nod out of you.
"Then, as I was coming home, it just kept getting worse." You continue, and both of Joe's hands massage your shoulders, making your eyelashes flutter. "Like, the- the traffic was awful and.." You trail off, your eyes darting to glance at his hands again. It goes silent as you get distracted by his hands that causes Joe to grin. He brings his hands to gently hold your face, resting on either side of your cheeks. His thumbs gently brush just under your eye, feeling the slight tickle of your eyelashes against his skin. It's like all of the noise and voices in your head completely disappeared.
"You're here now, baby." He whispers, feeling the warmth of your body against his. You melt into his touch, the anger in your body being replaced by comfort. It's like you forgot all about your day, and all of your thoughts were replaced by Joe. "Just one bad day. It happens to the best of us. Of course, it's really inconvenient, and nobody wants a bad day, but they happen. All you can do is relax and focus on yourself."
"Mhm. I'm just really annoyed that my day just kept on getting worse as it went on. Felt like I was going to be stuck in a constant loop that I couldn't escape." You whisper, closing your eyes as you savour his touch on you.
"That's okay. You won't be stuck in the constant loop that you've made up in your head because I'm here, and I'm going to make sure that I can improve your day, even just a little." Joe says with a sweet smile, leaning down to press the most delicate and gentle kiss to your lips, letting it linger for a while.
"I love you, Joe. All I can ask for after a day like this is to just be with you, really. I mean, if I could, I'd spend every second of the day with you." You chuckle. As Joe's thumb gently brushes over your cheek, you catch his thumb between your teeth and give him a gentle bite, bringing a laugh out of him.
"I love you, baby. You're going to go get yourself all comfy in bed, and I'm going to make you food. We are going to binge-watch some movies in bed. Sound good?" He grins.
"Perfect." You whisper, standing on your tiptoes to press a loving kiss to his lips, showing appreciation for everything that he does for you.
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Apparently, from what I hear people say, in the new Tumblr update, if someone reblogs your post and adds a comment of their own, that reblog is counted as a new post and it belongs to the reblogger. Not you. You, as the OP, do not get the notifications if someone else later reblogs from the person who reblogged your post with their own comment. You can’t see what comments people leave on the reblogs of the post you originally made unless they reblogged directly from you.
If this is actually true, it will just open doors for harassment. And also it takes the credits away from the OPs. Tumblr’s etiquette has always been “reblog don’t repost”. So this new update, if true, contradicts the whole core values of Tumblr as a community.
Respectfully, we don’t want this @staff @support @tumblr @changes please listen to your users.
I’d also like to clarify that this is what I hear from what a lot of people are saying, and it bothers me. But if I got anything wrong, I do apologize.
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