Joe x youtuber!reader
She's making a vlog reviewing stuff that was sent to her but joe appears in the video and just hugs her from behind because he was feeling lonely and stays clingy to her for the rest of the video which she doesn't react to since shes used to it so he just watches her review stuff and gives his opinions on items that she shows!
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joe keery x reader
influencer / youtuber au !
desc - opening pr with a clingy joe n using him to your advantage
val speaks - ugh i rlly luv this au. thanku for requesting! ily ily hope u enjoy
“okay, wait” you say, adjusting the camera slightly so it catches less of the ceiling and more of you. “that’s better. hi.”
you’re standing at the kitchen counter, box in front of you, scissors in hand. the afternoon light is soft enough that you don’t need your ring light, which feels like a win.
“so this brand sent over their new line and i’ve been trying not to open it without you guys.”
you cut through the tape and fold the flaps back, peeking inside.
“oh. okay. this is cute.”
you pull out the tissue paper, talk briefly about the packaging, the branding, the fact that you appreciate when brands don’t make everything neon for no reason.
“first thing is a serum” you say, holding up the bottle. “this is supposed to help with texture.”
you unscrew the dropper, lifting it to your nose-
and you feel him before you hear him.
arms slide around your waist, slow and unhurried, like he’s done it a thousand times. his chest presses lightly against your back, warm through your shirt. his chin settles on your shoulder without a word.
you don’t jump. don’t react beyond the smallest shift to balance both of you.
you just keep going.
“it smells really clean” you say, glancing at the screen to make sure you’re still in frame. “not too fragranced. just… fresh.”
behind you, he inhales quietly near your temple, dramatic on purpose.
your lips twitch but you keep your tone steady. “thank you for that input.”
he doesn’t answer. his hands rest loosely at your stomach, fingers laced together. he’s just watching, eyes on what you’re holding, like he’s genuinely invested in whether or not this serum absorbs properly.
you dab some onto the back of your hand.
“okay, wait. that actually feels really nice,” you say. “it’s thin. not sticky.”
his chin shifts slightly as he tries to see better. you tilt your hand up a little without thinking so he can.
“see that?” you ask the camera, then, “you see that?” softer, meant for him.
he hums in agreement against your shoulder.
you reach back into the box.
“they sent the moisturiser too. which i’m picky about, so we’ll see.”
his thumbs start moving absentmindedly against your waist while you open the jar. small circles, barely noticeable. you keep talking about ingredients, about how your skin’s been weird lately, about how you don’t trust anything that claims to fix everything overnight.
he presses a quick kiss into your hair. you continue your sentence without missing a beat.
you scoop a little out and smooth it over your hand.
“oh. that’s good too.”
you hold your hand up closer to the camera, and he leans with you automatically so he stays tucked behind you. on the screen, he’s just there, quiet, chin on your shoulder like it belongs there.
“you’re very clingy today” you say under your breath, still smiling at the lens.
“m' not” he murmurs.
“you’re attached to me”
“you’re warm.”
you shake your head slightly, but you’re smiling.
you keep going through the box, not overexplaining, just giving your honest thoughts. he doesn’t interrupt. just listens. occasionally shifts his weight. occasionally rests more of it against you until you have to adjust your stance.
“if this breaks me out” you say lightly, “i'll be upset”
his arms tighten briefly in silent support.
you laugh softly. “thank you.”
you line everything up on the counter.
“okay, so first impressions are really good. i’m optimistic.”
his chin slides a little closer to your neck, his voice lower when he speaks. “you say that every time.”
“because i am” you reply.
he smiles against your skin. you can feel it.
you reach for the cleanser again, still talking. “wait, i didn’t even smell this one.”
you open it, bring it up, and he leans in automatically, nose brushing just behind your ear as he inhales.
“thoughts?” you ask.
“clean,” he says. “expensive clean.”
you let out a quiet laugh. “you’re just repeating me now.”
“it’s accurate.”
you’re still filming, just you explaining products while he stands behind you like it’s the most natural place in the world to be.
you catch a glimpse of the two of you in the screen, your hands moving as you talk, his arms around you, both of you swaying slightly without realising.
“anyway” you continue smoothly, “i’ll test these out properly and update you in a couple weeks. but so far, i’m into it.”
his fingers tap lightly against your stomach. impatient, almost.
“what” you say quietly.
“you’re doing great,” he murmurs.
you roll your eyes, but your voice stays steady for the camera. “ignore the live commentary.”
“i’m not live commentary.”
“you are.”
he goes quiet again, resting his cheek against yours.
you pick up the serum one more time, angling it toward the lens.
“okay, last thing, if this ends up being good, i'll link it. if it’s bad, i will pretend it never happened.”
his arms tighten slightly at that.
“don’t lie to them” he says softly.
you grin. “i don’t lie.”
you keep talking, still mid-sentence about patch testing and realistic expectations, while he stays wrapped around you, chin on your shoulder, watching your reflection in the tiny screen instead of the products.
the video keeps going.
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it cuts to the bathroom.
the camera’s balanced against the mirror, slightly tilted, catching both of you in the reflection. the products are lined up along the sink. joe’s leaning against the counter like he doesn’t fully trust what’s about to happen.
“okay” you say, pushing your sleeves up. “so we’re actually going to test these properly.”
he glances at the lineup. “we are?”
“yeah.” you reach for the cleanser. “on you.”
there’s a beat of silence.
“why me?”
“because you’re here.”
he squints at you. “not a reason.”
“the only reason i need.”
you step closer and he instinctively straightens, like he’s preparing for something dramatic.
“relax” you say. “i’m basically just going to wash your face.”
he lets out a short breath through his nose. “you didn’t warn me.”
“if i warned you, you would’ve left.”
“correct.”
you give him a look and nudge his knee lightly. “sit.”
he hesitates for half a second, then sits on the edge of the tub.
“this feels like a trap” he mutters.
“it’s skincare.”
you open a drawer and pull out one of your soft headbands.
he immediately shakes his head. “no.”
“i need your hair out of your face.”
“i can hold it.”
“you’re not holding it for ten minutes.”
he watches you for a second, then sighs like he’s accepting defeat. you step in closer and slide the headband over his hair, pushing it back carefully.
you just adjust it slightly. “there.”
he looks at himself in the mirror. “this is humiliating.”
“you look fine.”
you turn back to the camera. “ignore him.”
you wet your hands and pump a small amount of cleanser into your palm.
“okay. first step.”
you step between his knees without really thinking about it and start working the cleanser over his skin in slow, even movements.
he goes still almost immediately.
“close your eyes” you say.
he does.
you massage along his jaw, up his cheeks, across his forehead. you’re still talking, explaining the consistency, the way it lathers lightly without feeling harsh.
“feels nice” you say.
“yeah,” he replies, voice lower now. “it’s… fine.”
you glance at him. “fine?”
“good. it’s good.”
you grab a damp cloth and wipe the cleanser away carefully.
“rate it” you say.
he opens his eyes, clearly having forgotten he was part of this review.
“uh. seven.”
“why seven?”
he thinks for a second. “cause my face still feels like my face.”
you stare at him.
“that’s your reasoning?”
“i don’t know what you want from me.”
you shake your head, trying not to laugh. “moving on.”
you reach for the serum, letting a small drop fall onto your fingertips.
“this one’s supposed to help with texture.”
“i don’t have texture" he says automatically.
“everyone has texture.”
you smooth it over his skin, pressing it in gently. his hands come up, settling loosely at your waist like they need somewhere to rest. he’s not really paying attention to the explanation anymore.
“it absorbs fast” you say, watching it disappear into his skin.
“yeah” he murmurs.
“that’s not a rating.”
“eight.”
“why eight?”
he exhales, clearly scrambling. “it feels… light?”
you raise an eyebrow.
“and?” you prompt.
“and you look very focused.”
you pause for a fraction of a second, then continue blending it in like he didn’t just say that.
“not relevant.”
“it’s relevant to me.”
you roll your eyes slightly, but there’s no bite to it.
“okay. moisturiser.”
you scoop a small amount and warm it between your hands before pressing it into his cheeks. your thumbs move along his cheekbones, practical and gentle.
he leans forward a little without meaning to.
“don’t move" you say.
“i’m not.”
you smooth it across his forehead, down his nose, along his jaw.
“thoughts?” you ask.
he opens his eyes slowly. “it’s good.”
“define good.”
he hesitates. “it feels… like lotion.”
you can’t help it, you laugh quietly.
“groundbreaking.”
“i’m doing my best.”
“are you?”
“no” he admits.
you finish by lightly tapping under his eyes with what’s left on your fingers.
“final rating.”
“nine.”
“why?”
“cause you’re done.”
you snort softly. “that’s not how this works.”
he shrugs slightly, headband still pushing his hair back.
you step away just enough to look at him properly.
“okay” you say to the camera. “official verdict- cleanser is solid, serum absorbs fast, moisturiser feels good. he is not helpful.”
“i was helpful” he argues mildly.
“you only said it feels like lotion.”
“it does.”
you reach up and slide the headband off, fixing his hair absentmindedly.
“thank you for your participation.”
“didn’t have a choice.”
“exactly.”
he stands, hands resting lightly at your waist again like that’s just where they go now.
“are we done?” he asks.
“yeah.”
“good.”
“why?”
he just gives you a look instead of answering.
you turn back to the camera. “anyway. i’ll keep testing everything properly and update you in a couple weeks. maybe with a better reviewer.”
“right.”
you grin slightly and reach forward to stop the recording.
comments:
user: "feels like lotion” thank you for that insight
user: never seen him more relaxed
user: headband joe is something i didn’t know i needed
user: seven because his face still feels like his face i’m crying
user: she’s trying to run a serious review and he’s just there like 🙂
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