Lucid Dreams and Fake Bruises|| Joe Keery
Summary: Y/N works as a make up artist on the set of Stranger things and can’t help but fall into lust with Joe.
Pairing: Joe Keery x Reader
a/n: my first one shot on this account!!!
your floral embroidered jacket
It could only be a few more till you lost count. As the mix of both of your clothes piled messily on the floor, the fluttering feeling in your chest buried itself deeper and deeper. The lighting in the room was dimmed almost to the point of being completely pitch black, but that didn't matter because you could tell it was him staring down at you. His soft caramel eyes burrowing into your heart.
However, it didn't take long till you heard it again. That damn noise, the loud blare of your alarm. You tried to fight it as best you could, but you felt this universe slowly fading away from you. His skin turned to mist in grip and his eyes slowly faded from your vision.
You awoke with a start to the lovely noise of your 5:30am alarm. You had to be on set relatively early today, hence the extremely crude awakening. Apparently it was supposed to rain later in the day and that conflicted with a scene the crew was planning to shoot. You decided you could probably sneak in another fifteen minutes of sleep before you started receiving texts from the crew questioning your whereabouts.
You didn't mind your job, it really wasn't too grueling apart from the lengthy hours. Ever since you could remember you'd been fighting tooth and nail to land a gig as solid as the one you had with Netflix productions. After a few years of viciously fighting for a distinguished job in make up arts , you finally landed the position of main makeup artist on the production crew of Stranger Things. You mainly were assigned to the touch ups of the primary characters, which meant you actually spent a lot of your shift babysitting. Despite the fact that the kids were great and genuinely very mature for their age, they were still kids. Externally you pretended to be peeved by their antics but you honestly grew to love the little trouble makers.
The kids weren't really your main problem on the job, your true struggles came into tuition with the older cast members. There's no room for awkwardness when Gaten's constantly supplying quality puns, or Caleb is explaining a new dance move he made up. But with the adults, it can get really quiet between the two of you. They were all lovely and extremely distinguished, but that's where the issue came in. You were pretty shy in general and with their status' of fame, you were honestly intimidated. You wanted to impress them as ridiculous as it sounded. Ironically, the one person you wanted to impress the most, was actually the cast member you had the best relationship with.
The charming Joe Keery had you hooked after your very first interaction. You rarely experienced an awkward quiet moment with him, probably because he was so laid back and talkative that he didn't know what an uncomfortable moment was. The closer you got, the easier it got for you to talk to him while doing his cover ups. You were honestly each-others on-set therapists and neither of you were complaining. Joe was pretty inclined to tease you about your quiet nature, but you adored his comedic style so much you didn't even mind. Matter of fact, his jokes about you were probably the best ones you heard during your shifts.
At around 6:30, you made your way sluggishly to the hair and make up trailer. The other artists shot you a nod or a small half smile, but it was evident that no one was really in the mood for over the top greetings at this time in the morning.
"Who's shooting first today?" You softly questioned your coworker, Ben, who was the main hair stylist.
"I'm pretty sure it's a scene between Joe and Natalia. I heard something about it being after a scene where Joe gets beat up." Ben replied, a slick smile spreading across his face because he knew how much you loved to do make up other than just cover ups.
Before you had the chance to reply, the trailer door swung open and one of the Duffer brothers strolled in with Joe and Natalia not far behind. You were relatively sure it was Ross but you'd gotten them confused before and didn't feel like outwardly embarrassing yourself this early in the morning.
After Ross (maybe), explained the appearance he wanted the characters to have, everyone set off on their own job. You walked over to your make up station, knowing without looking that Joe was following closely behind you.
"Are you excited? You finally get to do the bruise make up you're always raving about" Joe asked, somehow mustering a genuine smile despite the fact that he was awake before the sunrise.
"Of course, it's my dream to make the Joe Keery look like hell. I've got quite the task ahead of me" You responded, keeping up with the high spirited banter.
He leisurely sat down into your make up chair, relatively accustomed to the process by now. You fell into conversation so naturally, you felt as though you were reading a script of never ending discussion topics. However, after a few minutes, you found yourself getting distracted from the makeup. The closer you examined his features, you began to feel flustered. His eyes flickered to yours, and suddenly the dream came rushing back to you. You felt your cheeks flush and your stomach flip, as you began to recall the events of your dream from last night.
"Are you okay?" Joe questioned, a comforting tone of authenticity in his voice. You were pulled back into reality, tensing up slightly at even the thought of Joe realizing that you had a dream about him.
"Uh yeah, sorry." You chuckled softly, returning to shading a bruise onto his forehead. You placed your palm gently under his chin to tilt his head upward slightly. It was extremely difficult to stay focused as your finger tips kept brushing up against his strong jawline.
"I'm genuinely so desperate to watch Game of Thrones tonight, but my HBO keeps malfunctioning. It's driving me crazy." Joe began to trail you off into another lucid conversation.
"Come over to my hotel room tonight, I was planning on watching anyways." You responded half heartedly, more focused on the makeup than what You were saying.
"Really?" He questioned, his eyes examining your face attempting to decipher whether you were being genuine.
"Yeah, of course. I'll text you which room I'm in." You smiled softly, not really thinking much of the favor. As excited as you wanted to be about him coming to your room later that night, you knew you had to keep things cool because you were pretty sure he thought of you as just a friend. However, you couldn't help but notice the Hint of soft pink blush in his cheeks after the conversation.
You couldn't help but feel anxiety at the idea of you and Joe alone in your hotel room. You literally couldn't function at the thought of it, so you just lied against the cotton sheets of your hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling fan. He'd be showing up any minute now, and to be honest your nerves grew with every passing second.
With the noise of an echoing knock on hotel door, you shot up from the bed, glancing towards the other side of the room. You made your way to the door, and taking a deep breath, pulled it open.
You were greeted by the sight of Joe leaning against the door frame in a plain black t-shirt, clearly unsure of what to do with his body. "Woah, you look cool", you chuckled at his oddly staged stance.
"Yeah, I wasn't really sure how to stand while waiting" He responded with a soft laugh, causing a strand of his brown hair to Tumble onto his forehead
After around thirty minutes of theorizing and placing bets on what would happen in the show, the two of you finally settled down on the couch and begun watching. You tried to focus on the show, but honestly how could you when Joe was sitting right next to you, essentially a perfect human being.
The two of you weren't really watching the show so much as commentating over it. "I bet this scene is all a dream... I had a weird dream last night, I think I died in it..." Joe said quietly, awkwardly trailing off with the sentence.
You laughed, responding "I had a dream about you last ni-" you immediately pressed your lips together, silently cussing yourself out.
"You had a dream about me?" Joe asked, his interest seemingly peaked. He adjusted his seating position so that he was facing you now.
"Kind of-it was- not really..."
"Come on, tell me what it was about." His familiar smile spread across his face, illuminated by the tv, which at this point he had entirely disregarded.
In the midst of your conversation, you hadn't realized how close he'd gotten to you. You could tell he noticed at the same time as you by the look in his eyes, but he didn't move back.
"It was about-" Before you could finish your sentence, you were cut off by the feeling of his lips on yours. You felt Ice run through your veins at the feeling, not even sure if it was reality anymore.
He pulled back, searching your face for any expression to give away how you felt. You let a smile slowly slide across your lips, as relief filled his expression.
"How'd you know?" You questioned, chuckling lightly as he tilted his head in confusion. "That's what it was about... my dream"
That authentic Joe grin spread across his face as he leaned in again. Your lips touched again and suddenly the dream felt like nothing compared to the reality.
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