𓏲ּ𝄢silvia

if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more

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ABOUT ME !!! ✮⋆˙

silvia. 18. she/her. spanish. lovergirl. film and books enthusiast. djo. sabrina. fontaines dc. olivia rodrigo. harry styles. derry girls. ted lasso. letterboxd ᝰ.ᐟ

MASTERLIST !! ✮⋆˙

i want your video (joe keery x reader smau)

sooo boring but i really wanted to do something like this :)

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[whistlingmelodies]

I love your fic so much I can’t stop

omg thank you so much!!😭😭😭 i hope i can update soon!! i’m so busy with school😭

[djospurnell]

“what a fucking weirdo” i say with barely controlled lust

[whistlingmelodies]

i want your video ... part 12

joe keery x model!reader #smau

in which an aspiring model gets the wrong number

part 11 / part 13 ?

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notes: hi guys i'm back!!! i really have nothing to add, hope you enjoy it!! good things are going to happen trust me

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[babycowboy24]

baby just needed some tummy time

[whistlingmelodies]

i want your video ... part 11

joe keery x model!reader #smau

in which an aspiring model gets the wrong number

part 10 / part 12

notes: short one but at least some good things are happening! i wanted to do some tweets but the app i used for last part is in spanish and it looks kinda weird. if anyone knows how to make fake tweets that look realistic pleeeease tell me!! hope you enjoy it!!

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[shortbread-reads]

DJUMMY AND DJAPPY TRAIL

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i want your video … part 10

joe keery x model!reader #smau

in which an aspiring model gets the wrong number

part 9 / part 11

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yourusername most fun night ever !!!! @ sabrinacarpenter @ jennadavis

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sadiesink_ such a pretty girl!!

yourusername says you!!!!!

user7 that's definitely drew lmao

user8 oh so she's a whore

sabrinacarpenter you're insanely beautiful

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notes: okay guys let's ignore the fact that the girl in the picture is wearing a fur coat and let's imagine she's wearing a shiny top ok? DRAMAAAAA this wasn't how i originally intended the story to go but i was a wattpad writer so the need for innecesary drama runs trough my veins hope you guys like it hehehe

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[djowrites]

shut the fuck uppppp

[whistlingmelodies]

i want your video ... part 9

joe keery x model!reader #smau

in which an aspiring model gets the wrong number

part 8 / part 10

Jenna and you arrived to the party a bit later than expected as she had stained her white jeans and you had to go back to your apparment to let her borrow yours. When you arrived there you realised Sabrina's party was way bigger than what you had imagined. She had rented a whole club and invited what looked like half of the industry. Beacuse of this you were told to leave you phones at the entrance, so looking for Sabrina had been a bit complicated.

Jenna was fascinated and you tried to hide your excitement while navigating trough the crowd and seeing all those faces you had seen on your TV screen before. There was no sight of Sabrina, so giving up on looking for her, you guys decided to just get a drink and wait for her to magically appear.

"An expresso martini and... What do you want Y/n?" Jenna was already on the bar, sending a pretty smile to one of the bartenders.

"Uhh just a rum and coke will be fine for now." You smile at her while eyeing the room again, looking for Sabrina. After years of being friends whit Sabrina you couldn't believe all the people that she knew, you could have sworn Taylor Swift was sitting in one of the sofas at the back of the club.

You had almost finished your drink when Sabrina found you, tapping your shoulder slightly.

"Hi Y/n! God I had missed you! I love your top, you dressed sluty!" When you let go of the hug she looked you up and down, analysing your outfit and you felt yourself blushing slightly.

"It's not that much, i wanted to be comfortable too. Also, Sab, this is my friend Jenna." You moved Jenna so she was looking at Sab, pulling her out of her conversation with the bartender.

"Hi! I'm so glad to finally meet you! Y/n never stops talking about you. You're even prettier in person!" Jenna was too stuned to speak and just hug her instead with the biggest smile in her face.

While you heard them talk, you decided to look around the room again, looking for someone you didn't even know. You saw plenty of famous people whose face looked familiar and tried to look for their names on you brain, mostly failing at the task. You felt yourself getting nervous at the thought of all the people there, imagining how it would feel to be one of them. You closed your eyes almost wishing for your modeling career to finally work.

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The night had been amazing, Sabrina had introduced you to people you were dreaming of meeting and others you didn't know but were so glad to have got the opportunity to. Jenna was nowhere to be found now but you weren't worried as you had her location. The air in the club was heavier now, it was already 1 AM and a lot of people were starting to be a bit too drunk for their liking. You were in the middle of the dance floor with Sabrina, when she told you she was leaving for a few mintes, just to talk to someone important. You didn't mind it, continuing to dance alone.

Some song you didn't know was playing, it had an 80s vibe and made you feel like you where in a movie. Sabrina had been gone for some time now but you didn't mind it, being a bit tipsy gave you the confidence to dance alone. Suddenly you felt a big hand rest on your lower back, which made you gasp in surprise. You turned your head to try and see who the man passing behind you was.

You almost dropped yor drink when you saw him, but he rushed to get it. When he held it up to give it to you he also paused like he had seen a ghost. It was him. The guy from the café and the guy from the studio. You tried to calm down, taking the drink from his hands without breaking the eye contact. In this moment, you allowed yourself to admire him. His hair looked disheveled in an intentional way, sticking a bit to his forehead because fo the heat of the room. You wondered if you also looked sweaty but quickly buried the feeling. You weren't going to waste the moment as you had done in the studio.

"It's you!" The guy in front of you smiled in recognition running his eyes up and down you, sticking his eyes at your top.

"Your top..." He seemed confused and you furrowed your brows too not understanding what he meant.

"What? Is there something wrong with it?" You looked at him with a confused expression while you tried to find somehting that made your top weird.

"No, it's just-" He was cut off when Sabrina appeared by your side, taking both of your attentions.

"Y/n you have to come with me, there's someone i want you to meet." Sabrina grabbed your upper arm, moving you away from him, but you were still looking in his direction, maintaining eye contact.

"Sab stop." She couldn't hear you, her small body walking past everyone determined. "Sab stop please!" You pulled away from her grip so she finally looked at you with a confused expression. "It was him. The dude from the café and the studio. I had found him Sab." Her face turned from confused to sorry.

"Shit Y/n I'm so sorry. I didn't realise you were speaking to anyone."

"Who was he? I need to know Sab."

"I don't know I didn't see him!" You both looked back to the spot where you were a couple of minutes ago, only to see he had already left. "Shit I'm sorry" She huged you, but you couldn't stop thinking how you had lost another opportunity.

"It's fine, he was weird either way." You both chuckled.

"We will look for him tomorrow if you want to, but now Drew Starkey is kinda waiting for you at the bar." Your eyes widened in surprise.

"You're fucking with me."

"I'm not, come on let's go meet him!" She took your arm again and guided you, but even in the excitement, you couldn't stop thinking about how pretty he had looked, and then about how his faced had completly changed when you had spoken. You decided to delete him from your mind, instead focused on the new guy who was now introducing himself to you.

notes: OKAY GUYS SOMETHING IS HAPPENING. double update today in exchange of not having updated in some days!!! hope you nejoy it and don't worry, everything will be alright with them... sooner or later

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[snakeater-deactivated20260130]

yeah i couldn’t be trusted with a penis id get hard from the way the sun shines through the leaves and everyone would hate me

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i want your video ... part 8

joe keery x model!reader #smau

in which an aspiring model gets the wrong number

part 7 / part 9

"Are you sure she'll be okay with me going?" Right after work you found yourself looking around every trhiftstore in New York City, waiting for the perfect outfit to pop up. Jenna was right beside you, with a couple of tops on her arm.

"Yes, of course! She's dying to met you, I talk about you all the time." You saw a faint blush creep up on Jenna's cheeks, as she smiled shyly.

"God I'm so thankful to have met you!" She rushed to hug you and you both laughed loudly until someone on the store shushed you so you both muthered an apology. "Okay so what are we looking for?"

"I don't really know... She literally said dress slutty, so i'm looking for something among that line..." A pink top caught your eye. You looked at it carefully and showed it Jenna.

"Umh... I feel like it's too light for your skin." After analysing the top, you decided to leave it back on the shelf. "Okay I've found mine, look at this beauty!" She was holding a red bandeau top. "This will go amazing with my white jeans." You nodded enthusiasticly, already picturing how good she would look with it.

"Jenna, oh my god. I've found mine." You took a mirrorball-like cowl neck top and held it up to your face."

"Girl it's literally perfect." Jenna smiled at you and you both decided it was time to stop looking.

notes: sorry for not updating!!! i've had some busy days. i've also been going crazy over joe in argentina uggggg i wish he came to spain!! hope you enjoy this one!

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[sc3ptre]

joe keery x actress!reader who is a huge fan of stranger things and she says in an interview that her celebrity crush is joe and she meets him at an award show!!!

Partners in crime

Pairing: Joe Keery x fem!reader

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a/n: Back from my little trip abroad, in my head this felt rushed (cause i'm litterally writing it hours before posting) but I really like it! ENJOY!!

Classification: Sarcastic/mean flirty fuff

Word count: 4,4k

Divider by me ;)

Becoming an overnight success, at least in industry terms, was something nobody could truly prepare you for. One day you were the kind of face that existed only in the background of a frame, another silent body moving through scenes that belonged to someone else and the next you were suddenly the one everyone was looking at. For years you had built what could only be described as a publicly non-existent career, quietly taking background and extra roles that gave you little more than a mark to stand on and a costume to wear, jobs where you learned by watching rather than speaking.

Then, in one of those rare moments where everything seemed to align without explanation, a Hollywood director decided to give an unknown actor a chance, that actor happened to be you. The show aired and your life changed overnight.

Emmy nominations arrived faster than you could process them. Scripts began appearing in your inbox from directors who suddenly spoke about you with the kind of certainty people usually reserve for long established names. Invitations multiplied, interviews multiplied even more and everyone wanted a comment from you about whatever story was circulating that week, about the industry, about the craft and success. In the middle of all that attention, you realized something unsettling and slightly absurd at the same time, every word you had ever said publicly actually mattered now.

And in this particular case, one of those words resurfaced.

The clip came from an interview your aspiring journalist friend had forced you into a year earlier, when the only people who would ever see it were the twenty viewers of her media page.

“Celebrity crush?” she asked from behind the camera with a wicked grin.

You had been tucked away in a quiet corner far from the open set that day, still wearing the costume from a long shift as background talent. Your hair had been pinned into something vaguely period appropriate, your shoes slightly too tight, your body carrying that dull exhaustion that came from twelve hours of waiting and walking past the camera without being noticed. Yet you were smiling widely because even then it felt like another step forward, another rung on a ladder that sometimes seemed endless.

“You mean, potential future coworker I find hot?” you replied, tilting your head just enough to meet her eyes behind the lens.

She laughed. “Sure. Whatever you want to call it.”

“Can’t answer that.” You shook your head immediately.

Her disappointed groan echoed through the empty corridor. “Why?”

You lifted your hands slightly off your sides, the gesture calm and almost elegant even in your cheap costume. “Because that’s an HR issue.”

“Come on,” she pushed, leaning closer to the camera like she could physically pull the answer out of you. “Let loose a little before you’re too famous to have fun with your friend.”

“Like I won’t be the kind of actor to keep you employed,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at her in a rare break from your usual composed demeanor, which only made her laugh harder.

“Oh I know you will,” she said quickly. “And I’ll have nasty stuff to say about you like…” She paused, clearly struggling to invent something convincing. “Whatever. I’ll make it up on the spot when the time comes.”

You threw your head back with a laugh. “Sorry, I’m still boring,” you apologized sincerely.

Even back in college you had always been the quiet one in the group. While your friends attracted men the way porch lights attracted moths, returning with chaotic stories that fueled nights of laughter for years afterward, you remained slightly outside of that orbit. Life rarely happened to you in dramatic ways, perhaps that was why the profession itself fascinated you so deeply. Acting allowed you to step into the kind of lives that never seemed to find you naturally.

“Okay, fine,” you conceded after a moment, glancing around the set as if the answer might be hiding somewhere between the lighting rigs and painted flats. “Did you know the set designer for this show also works on Stranger Things?” you said suddenly.

Your friend stared at you. “You’re telling me you find him hot?”

“No! No, I’m– Stranger Things.” You looked at her expectantly, waiting for the obvious connection.

“Demogorgons aren’t celebrities, babe.”

“Joe Keery is,” you said with a grin.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, nearly jumping where she stood as the camera shook slightly with the movement. “Yes! Yes! He’s so hot.” The enthusiasm left her voice in a breathy near moan before she caught herself. “Oh my god…I’ll cut my excitement during editing. Keep going, so…Joe Keery.”

You considered your words with surprising seriousness. “He is…beautiful,” you said honestly. “And so talented. You can tell the lens loves him and his range is very impressive and very unexpected for his character, and his singing voice is also just–”

“You can just say he’s hot, you know,” she interrupted dryly. “Like a normal person.”

That made you both burst into laughter because she knew exactly why you spoke that way. The craft itself had always been sacred to you, even your crushes somehow turned into discussions about performance and camera presence.

You never asked her to promise that the video would stay hidden forever. Maybe you forgot or maybe she had simply caught you on one of those fragile days where you were quietly considering quitting, convinced the industry would never notice you anyway. In that version of the future, the clip would never matter.

What you did not know at the time was that the same week you recorded that interview, an audition tape you had sent four months earlier was finally being reviewed. Within days you would receive the call and within a month you would accept the offer and move across the world for the role. The show would film in less than two months, rush through post production and appear on people’s screens before the year ended.

The explosion that followed felt almost irrational.

No one really understood why the show took off as quickly as it did. Critics debated the reasons endlessly, some pointed to the cast of fresh faces whose performances felt raw and unafraid. Others highlighted the themes, which managed to feel both intimate and unsettling at the same time. It certainly was not one of those massive studio productions with endless resources. 

The director behind it had been known for years but had never told a fully narrative story before, choosing instead to explore the craft through visual and atmospheric experimentation.

What audiences responded to was simple in the end. The voice behind the show felt honest because the vision belonged entirely to the person creating it. Nothing about it felt manufactured or diluted and because of that the imperfections became strengths.

It was unmistakably theirs and somehow, right in the center of it all, it was unmistakably you.

Now you had ten million followers on an Instagram account your new team had strongly advised you to create, even though you barely understood why anyone would want to follow your life in the first place. Your days were spent moving from airport lounges to hotel rooms, living almost entirely out of suitcases as the momentum of the show carried you across continents. With every premiere, panel and press event you met more people from an industry that had once felt impossibly distant, learning slowly how to navigate rooms full of famous strangers while trying to keep both feet firmly on the ground.

Despite the sudden crescendo your life had taken, you still felt like an outsider moving through it. Some people welcomed you with genuine warmth, the kind that came from recognizing a newcomer who had arrived through hard work rather than connections. Others watched you with polite smiles that carried a thin layer of skepticism beneath them, or worse, the quiet resentment that success often provoked. 

Nights like this one, the kind filled with award shows and flashing cameras, made you unbelievably nervous.

You were an actress, yes, but in your personal life you had always been the quieter type, the sort of person who preferred observation over participation, a bit of a loner in the way you had always been. Being forced to maintain a social media presence had not changed that very much. You mostly ignored it entirely, which meant you had absolutely no idea that an old video of you had begun circulating online.

You sat at one of the round tables spread across the enormous ballroom while the ceremony paused for a short break. Around you the room buzzed with movement. Some guests stood to stretch their legs or head toward the bathrooms while others wandered between tables greeting colleagues and friends they had not seen in months. A few drifted toward the bar where drinks were being refreshed at impressive speed.

Whenever someone approached your table you greeted them with a polite, sincere smile. A few congratulated you on the show and others mentioned how much they admired your performance. You thanked them, exchanged brief words, then watched as they continued through the room toward someone else.

For the most part you simply observed.

It still felt strange seeing the unedited version of an event you had only ever watched through a television screen. Normally these shows appeared polished and perfectly paced once they aired but now you were witnessing the parts that never made it into the broadcast, the long pauses between segments, the stagehands adjusting microphones and producers pacing near the edges of the room.

Music floated softly through the ballroom but your mind slowly drifted away from it. Instead there was a faint ringing somewhere behind your ears and the more you focused on it, the more the surrounding noise seemed to dissolve into that single frequency. Your thoughts blurred slightly as the sensation deepened.

You were drowning a little in the sea of the unknown, waiting for your instincts to catch up with the reality you now inhabited.

“We should leave.” The voice came from just behind you.

It made your breath catch immediately, your heart jumping as you turned in your chair while the full volume of the room rushed back into your ears.

Leaning slightly over your shoulder was Joe Keery. He wore a relaxed expression and a kind smile, the type of smile that felt strangely familiar, like the quiet understanding exchanged between two people who had known each other longer than they actually had. You glanced quickly around your table, noticing for the first time that everyone who had been seated there earlier had stepped away for drinks or conversation so it was just the two of you now.

“Yeah, you,” he said easily. “Hello.”

You blinked once, still a little disoriented. “Uh…hey.”

“Hi,” he repeated with the same soft grin, his eyes following your wandering glance across the crowded ballroom. “At this point in the night people start getting drunk. Logically that should mean the party becomes more interesting, right? People slipping during speeches, saying things they probably should not on stage.” He tilted his head slightly as if reconsidering the theory. “But usually it’s just a lot of mumbling and awkward pauses they have to edit out later.”

He looked back at you with quiet certainty. “So we should leave.”

You frowned slightly, trying to understand why he was telling you this in particular. For a brief second you even wondered if you had already met earlier in the evening and somehow forgotten.

“Leave where?” you asked finally.

His grin widened in a way that suggested he had been waiting for exactly that response. Without hesitation he reached for the small pouch resting beside you on the table before extending his other hand.

“We’ll both find out,” he said lightly. “If we’re lucky enough to slip away unnoticed.”

You hesitated only a second before placing your hand in his and standing up. One hand stayed in his while the other lifted the hem of your dress slightly so you would not step on it as he began guiding you between the tables.

“I’ve never done this before,” he admitted while weaving through the crowd with surprising confidence.

Several people turned their heads as you passed. You could see the moment recognition appeared in their expressions, the same polite admiration they had offered you all evening when they approached your table to compliment your work. You nodded courteously to a few of them as Joe continued leading you toward the far side of the ballroom.

“This is a terrible idea,” you murmured as the two of you slipped through a side doorway and into a dimly lit hallway away from the music. “And I’m new here so I would definitely know about terrible ideas.” You glanced down at your heels with mild frustration. “Also I can’t run in these. I can barely walk in them.”

Joe stopped suddenly and turned around so quickly you almost walked into him.

To your surprise he crouched down as if meaning to help you with something. Your eyes widened immediately and you gestured for him to stand up again.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-yelled.

“Why are we whispering?” he whispered back instinctively.

You blinked once, then again. Slowly you realized the noise of the ballroom had completely disappeared behind the closed doors.

You cleared your throat and straightened slightly. “What are you doing?” you repeated at a normal volume.

“I was going to help you take your shoes off,” he explained calmly, gesturing toward your heels. “Then I could carry you.”

A startled laugh escaped you, sudden and almost breathless. “I’m not letting you carry me,” you said immediately.

“Why not?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

You snorted softly at the question. “Because I don’t know you.”

His eyebrows lifted in realization before he nodded thoughtfully. Then he extended his hand again with a small, amused smile. “Joe.”

You looked down at the offered hand, then back up at him.

“I think you just kidnapped me from my publicist,” you pointed out, gesturing back toward the ballroom where you could faintly hear the crowd settling again as producers prepared to resume the ceremony.

Joe folded his hand back in and made a casual dismissive motion toward the door behind you. “That happens to them more often than you think,” he said lightly, then he turned and pointed farther down the quiet hallway stretching ahead of you. “Shall we?”

You looked down the length of the hallway, then back at him, raising an accusing finger in his direction.

“If I get in trouble, I’m blaming you,” you warned before turning and heading toward the exit without waiting for a reply, leaving him standing there for half a second.

“Wouldn’t expect any less,” he called after you as he followed.

The building quickly revealed itself to be a labyrinth once you stepped farther from the ballroom. Corridors stretched into other corridors, staircases curved in unexpected directions, and several doors ended up locked when you tried them. Twice you turned corners only to realize you had circled back to somewhere you had already passed. The muffled sound of the ceremony echoed faintly through the walls as you navigated the maze together, occasionally exchanging amused glances at how absurdly complicated the layout seemed to be.

Eventually, after another flight of narrow stairs and a final hallway lit by a single row of dim ceiling lights, you found what looked like a back exit.

Joe stepped forward immediately, hand already reaching for the metal handle as he prepared to crack the door open and check for paparazzi outside. Before he could, you placed a hand lightly on his arm to stop him.

“Let me do that,” you said, stepping past him. “I’m less famous than you.”

“Variety would argue differently,” he chuckled as he watched you take the handle.

You opened the door just enough to peer through the narrow gap and leaned your head outside. A cool breeze brushed against your face, carrying the distant sounds of traffic and voices from the city streets.

“Anyone in their right mind would argue,” Joe continued behind you, his voice partially muffled by the door. “We should be ready to run just in case. I could give you my shoes if you–”

Once you were certain the street behind the venue was clear, you pushed the door open fully.

“Every man for himself!” you announced before immediately breaking into a run.

Joe stared for exactly one stunned second before taking off after you.

“I was expecting some sort of countdown!” he complained as he caught up, your laughter echoing lightly through the quiet street while you both crossed toward the opposite sidewalk.

From the corner of your eye you could see a cluster of paparazzi still stationed near the main entrance around the block, their attention fixed entirely on the front doors where the rest of the guests would eventually emerge.

“Shhh,” you laughed breathlessly, still running. “Keep your voice down.”

You slowed once you reached the next street over, your quick sprint gradually turning into a casual walk that looked far less suspicious. The city lights reflected faintly on the pavement while the distant buzz of traffic returned to normal volume around you.

“Keep my voice down?” Joe said, glancing carefully around the corner behind you to make sure no one had followed. When he seemed satisfied, he turned back toward you with a slightly incredulous expression. “I’m not the one running around in killer heels.”

He shook his head with a half laugh. “That countdown would have done wonders by the way.”

You could not help laughing again, still a little out of breath from the sudden dash.

“I thought we were a team back there,” he argued, though the grin tugging at his mouth made it impossible to take the complaint seriously. The moonlight caught the edge of his expression just as your own smile widened, the moment softening into something unexpectedly warm between you.

“Your mission was unclear,” you said with a small shrug as you continued walking, and he naturally fell into step beside you.

His face scrunched up slightly in that particular way people did when something sounded completely absurd, which only made you laugh again.

“I might have gotten confused with the order of things,” he admitted, “but the plan was clear. At least to me.”

“So it was a miscommunication issue,” you reasoned.

“And we can work past it,” he assured easily. “Maybe knowing your name would help.”

You stopped walking and turned toward him. Tilting your head slightly, you gave a small almost imperceptible nod. “I think you know my name.”

“I might,” he said calmly. “But I’d like to hear it from you. You know, start on a good basis.”

You glanced briefly down the quiet New York street stretching ahead of you, the late night air cool against your skin and wondered for a fleeting second what exactly you were doing out here, dressed for an awards ceremony, wandering through the city with him.

“Y/n,” you said finally.

“Y/n,” he echoed softly.

“Y/n Y/l/n,” you added, reaching over to take your pouch back from his hands.

Joe nodded thoughtfully. “I’m Joe,” he said.

A small laugh escaped you as you opened your pouch and pulled out a single cigarette, sliding it between your lips.

“I know,” you said, nodding slightly. “I heard you the first time.”

You began digging through the pouch for a lighter, clearly expecting to find one somewhere among the small clutter inside.

After watching you search unsuccessfully for a few seconds, Joe slipped his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a lighter of his own. He stepped closer and flicked it open, raising the flame toward the end of the cigarette while you held his gaze.

The warm glow illuminated your face for a moment, softening your features in the dim streetlight. When the herbs finally caught fire, you stepped back again, inhaling slowly before releasing the smoke into the cool air.

“Thanks,” you said, holding the cigarette loosely between two fingers.

The smoke made your eyes water slightly. You glanced down at the glowing tip before taking another drag, noticing the way Joe was still watching you with quiet curiosity.

“Have you ever had to learn how to smoke for a job?” you asked, tapping the ash away before lifting the cigarette again. “Herbs,” you clarified with a small gesture so he would not misunderstand. “Can’t believe this is my reality now.”

“Was that what you were thinking about in there?” he asked after a moment, his tone casual but observant. He had noticed how distant you had seemed back in the ballroom, the way your eyes drifted around the room like you were already halfway out the door long before he had suggested leaving. At an award show most people looked thrilled just to be present, yet you had looked like someone quietly wondering if they were allowed to escape.

“Among other things,” you nodded.

You took a second to study him properly now that you were standing beneath the open sky. He really was beautiful, and the moonlight did him favors that felt almost unfair. There was something relaxed in the way he carried himself, like he had already figured out something about the situation that you were still trying to decode.

You pointed at him lightly. “I feel like you know something I don’t.”

He chuckled, surprised by the accusation. “Do I?”

You nodded with quiet certainty. “Yeah, and it has nothing to do with fame or award shows. I’ve been briefed, I learn fast.” You lifted a shoulder slightly as you started walking again, smoke drifting faintly behind you. “It’s something else.”

Joe stood there for a second longer than necessary before his body finally caught up with the decision to follow you, trailing half a step behind as he smiled to himself. “Seems like you might already know then.”

“I’m smart Joseph, not a psychic,” you said with a small smile, taking another drag from the cigarette before grimacing slightly. “This tastes awful.”

“They really do,” he agreed sympathetically.

You walked over to a nearby trash can and carefully pressed the cigarette out before tossing it inside, brushing your fingers together lightly afterward. Joe glanced up toward the sky while you did.

“Full moon out tonight,” he noted, then he looked back at you. “You might just become one.”

You turned to face him fully, your eyes narrowing slightly as you studied him again. Maybe you had met someone who knew him or someone had mentioned wanting to introduce you at some point. Your thoughts ran quickly through recent conversations, trying to find the missing link that explained why he had approached you so intentionally tonight.

Your eyes widened and suddenly your stomach dropped.

“No,” you said quietly to yourself more than to him. “Absolutely not.”

Joe blinked, caught completely off guard by the sudden shift. “I’m not a mind reader either,” he said apologetically, clearly needing you to explain what had just happened inside your head.

“Nope. No, no, no.”

You turned abruptly and started walking away while already pulling your phone from your pouch. Your fingers moved quickly across the screen as you typed your name alongside his. The results appeared immediately and therefore your stomach dropped even further.

“I’m going to murder her,” you muttered to yourself while scrolling. “And I won’t need to learn to smoke for a movie because I’ll go to prison and the most Hollywood will see of me will be a documentary.”

Behind you Joe quickened his pace to catch up. “Your words were extremely kind,” he said gently.

He meant it too. He had watched the interview after someone sent it to him earlier that da, and the sincerity in the way you had spoken about his work had surprised him. Still, he had already seen your show before that video ever surfaced. The clip had simply been the push he needed to approach you tonight.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” he added, noticing how you were marching through unfamiliar streets with absolutely no sense of direction.

“Hopefully to a weak point of the earth so it can swallow me,” you called back without slowing down.

“Let me call you a car,” he suggested as he watched you turn down one street and then another, essentially circling the same blocks in a city you clearly did not know well.

Just as you stepped toward the corner of the next street, Joe suddenly reached forward and caught your arm, pulling you gently back toward the wall beside the building.

You stumbled slightly before he guided you into the recessed doorway carved into the brick. “Slow down,” he advised.

He nodded subtly toward the corner you had almost walked around. From where you stood now you could see the flashes of cameras reflecting faintly down the street, paparazzi were stationed right there.

“I know my plan wasn’t perfect,” he continued calmly, “but it’s already standing on weak pillars. We don’t need you diverting.”

You turned toward him, still processing everything. “What exactly was your plan, Joseph?” you asked. “Is this some kind of Hollywood humiliation ritual?”

“It’s Joe and believe it or not,” he said, almost sheepishly, “it’s me trying to ask you out.”

You opened your mouth then closed it again.

“That…the video was from months ago,” you said quickly. “I never thought it would see the light of day.”

“Which means you don’t…”

“Like you?” you interrupted, your eyes widening again.

“I was going for ‘want to give me your number,’” he said with a crooked grin. “But sure, we’ll go with that…and you can keep calling me Joseph if it keeps you from running away again.”

For some reason the humor in his voice loosened the tight knot in your chest.

You nodded slowly, staring anywhere except directly at him. “Well…Joseph. I’d probably have to…give you my number to find out if I like you.”

“I guess you do,” he agreed as he pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. “We can also find another time to practice paparazzi evasion tactics.”

You laughed quietly as you typed your number into the screen before handing the phone back. “I’ll try to remember to countdown next time.”

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i’m going crazy over that picture of joe being kissed by an argentinian fan, like, THAT COULD HAVE BEEN ME IF HE DIDN’T HATE SPAIN

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Same, Ro. Same 😔

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i want your video ... part 7

joe keery x model!reader #smau

in which an aspiring model gets the wrong number

warnings: slight age gap? i'm not really sure when i should put warnings tbh and i don't think their age will be mentioned ever again

part 6 /part 8

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notes: i know i’m missing the final divider but i can’t put it from my phone and i’m too tired to get my laptop🥲 either way hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

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