#keery*

[hellfire--cult]

Joe Keery at the Premiere of Fargo - 2023

[joekeerycentral]

📸 6 new/old behinds the scenes photos of Joe Keery from Stranger Things Season 4 added!

🔗 https://joe-keery.org/photos/thumbnails.php?album=127

[sadhours]

I just think he’s neat

[keery]

this being the first recent pic we’ve got of him in weeks 😭

[keerysfreckles]

Hi I was wondering if your taking requests rn if so I was wondering if you could do a Joe Keery x reader where they spend the holidays/Christmas in New York for the first time and its so cute and fluffy 🥰

i am always taking requests!!

christmas kisses — joe keery

pairing: joe keery x f!reader

summary: winters with your fiancé joe were always your favorite !

warnings: none :) pure fluff

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soft christmas music was filling the cream colored apartment. a light layer of snow covered the many apartment complexes in new york. the smell of gingerbread cookies filled joe's sense while walking inside the shared space with his fiancée.

"smells amazing in here honey," he smiles, while taking off his coat and shoes.

y/n, who's been in the kitchen for the past hour, takes the compliment.

joe sets down all the shopping bags he gained throughout the day and made his way into the kitchen. he steps behind his soon-to-be wife as he places his hands on her hips.

y/n shivers slightly as his hands rest under the shirt she had borrowed from him weeks ago.

"how was shopping?" y/n asks, while continuing cutting out cookies.

joe rests his head on her shoulder, "wasn't as busy as i thought it was going to be." he turns his head and leaves two soft kisses on y/n's cheek. she'll never truly get used to that.

"do you need any help?" joe's voice is soft.

y/n nods and points to the container next to the fridge, "if you want to be my taste tester, that'd be great."

joe happily obliges, opening the green and red container. the smell of gingerbread takes over the apartment, as it's a bit stronger now. y/n chuckles as she turns to find her lover with a cookie in his mouth. he holds out the other in his hand, making y/n laugh again before opening her mouth.

the two chuckled as joe continued to drop crumbs on the kitchen tile, however both couldn't care less about the mess.

a slower song starts playing through the apartment, coming from the record player in the living room. y/n smiles slightly while she sees joe stepping closer to her.

"what are you doing?" she laughs, while joe moves his hands to her hips again once she's fully turned around to face him.

"dancing," he simply responds. the answer makes y/n's hands grab joe's shouldere, as he began to sway both of them side to side.

as if time slowed down, the two in the kitchen forgot about everything in the world. they only focused on the one in front of them.

"you look like your thinking," y/n's voice is soft and full of curiosity.

joe nods slightly in agreement, "just can't believe i get to call you my wife in less than a month," y/n can't help but smile at his response.

y/n moves her left hand to caress joe's cheek. she lets out a small giggle as he moves it to kiss the palm of her hand.

"i love you," joe states.

"i love you too," y/n reciprocates, before leaning foward and encasing joe's lips in hers.

[allthingsfangirl101]

The Good Samaritan – Joe Keery

Joe's POV

Walking through downtown Hollywood, I couldn't get rid of this feeling in my gut. I've felt like my life was a little too predictable the past few months. Nothing new happened. I'd wake up, go to work, run through my scenes, head home, and do nothing. I felt like I was missing something, but I couldn't figure it out.

I walked into my favorite coffee shop, smiled and waved to my fans as I headed to the counter. I ordered my usual and sat at a table by the window. I spent twenty minutes slowly drinking my coffee.

I was just about to leave, but something outside caught my eye. At the corner of the street, a beautiful woman was waiting for the light to change. She was scrolling through her phone as she nodded to the music playing through her headphones. Something about her made it so I couldn't look away.

She was the kind of girl who could easily make my life heaven or destroy my heart. And, honestly, I was fine with either. I silently prayed for the light to stay red.

I sat up straighter, my stomach clenching when I saw a guy approach her. My grip on my coffee mug tightened as I watched their interaction. It was clear that he was into her. It was even clearer that she was not into him.

The longer he tried to talk to her, the more I got out of my seat. When it looked like he was starting to get angry, I officially got out of my seat and left the coffee shop.

"Look," the girl was saying as I walked out of the shop, "I'm honored but I'm not the type of girl who goes out with the random guy I meet on the street."

"Come on, baby," he tried to say in a sexy voice but it came off creepy. My stomach dropped when the girl took a step away from this guy.

"Is everything alright over here?" I asked, forcing myself into their conversation.

"We're fine," the guy said through a clenched jaw.

"Are you okay?" I asked the girl, completely ignoring the guy.

"I'm fine," she said softly. I turned toward the stranger, instantly glaring.

"She clearly isn't interested in you," I said as calmly as I could. "You can go now."

The guy scoffed in response. "This doesn't concern you, man."

"When a guy is harassing a woman, it is the concern of a bystander who sees how uncomfortable she is." I glanced over at the girl to see her smiling softly at me. "Are you comfortable?" I asked the woman.

She looked between me and the stranger. I watched as she opened and closed her mouth, struggling to admit it. I sent her a smile before glaring at the guy.

"Why don't you go find some girl that wants your attention," I warned.

"This doesn't concern you," the guy snapped. "If I want to talk to this chick, I will."

"This chick doesn't seem like she wants your attention." I cringed just calling her that. I cleared my throat and added, "Walk away before I make you."

"Make me?" The guy laughed. "And what are you going to do if I don't leave this sexy chick. . . "

I heard her gasp as I punched the guy. He instantly fell to the ground as I shook out my hand.

"I said she isn't interested," I said under my breath as I forced myself to calm down. "Now, walk away before I get angrier."

I stood my ground until the asshole walked away holding his nose. The second he was gone, I quickly turned toward the girl.

"Are you alright?" I asked, changing my tone as I took a hesitant step toward her.

"I'm fine," she said shakily. "Thank you."

"Of course," I said. As the adrenaline wore off, the nerves surfaced.

"You didn't have to do that," she said, her voice still soft.

"I couldn't just stand by as the guy harassed you," I shrugged. I cleared my throat, not sure what else to say but knowing I didn't want the conversation to end. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine," she repeated. "Really. I'm. . ."

We both gasped when it started to rain. Without thinking, I grabbed her hand and led her into the coffee shop. I turned toward her, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw her smiling and laughing.

"Let me buy you a coffee or something," I offered. "I'm Joe."

"I'm Y/N, and you really don't have to do that," she said, a blush forming on her face.

It suddenly hit me that she may think I was acting like the guy outside. I cleared my throat and tried to get rid of the lump that thought created.

"I didn't mean to. . . I was just trying. . . I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she said, sweetly. She thought about it for a second before adding, "By the way, I didn't get the same feeling from you that I got from that guy."

"What do you mean?" I couldn't help but ask.

"That guy was a creep," Y/N said with a small laugh. "But you? I wouldn't mind getting hit on by you."

"Really?" I cleared my throat at how pathetic that sounded. I wiped my suddenly clammy hands on my pants.

"Really," she smirked at me, causing my clammy hands to get clammier. "Why don't you buy me that coffee you offered earlier and we can get to know each other while you hit on me and I hit on you back?"

I stood there stunned as she walked up to the counter. When she got there, she turned around and smirked at me. I cleared my throat and quickly walked over to her.

"What can I get started for you two?" The girl behind the cash register asked.

Y/N glanced at me, but I gestured for her to go ahead and order. As she did, my mind went crazy. I couldn't believe that I was doing this. She ordered her drink and I ordered mine. We walked to a table, an awkward tension between us.

"Thanks again," Y/N said, breaking the silence. "For stopping that guy. He just wouldn't leave me alone. I can't believe you stepped in like that."

Before I could respond, our order was called. I sent her a soft smile before getting up and going to the counter. I grabbed our drinks and went back to the table. I handed her's to her before sitting down.

"About earlier," I continued our previous conversation. "It really wasn't a big deal. I saw the guy harassing you and intervened."

"It was a big deal," she said, still smiling at me. "Thank you, Joe."

"No problem," I said, unable to stop my smile.

We spent the rest of the rainy afternoon drinking our coffees and talking about our lives. An hour later, Y/N's phone started ringing.

"I'm sorry," she sighed before excusing herself. I couldn't help but watch her walk away. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I forced myself to when she looked at me. I kept my eyes off her as she walked back to the table.

"Everything okay?" I asked as she sat down.

"Yeah," she said, clearing her throat. "Sorry. It's work."

"Do you need to go?" I asked, my stomach dropping.

"It was easily handled over the phone." She paused before adding, "Besides, I didn't want to cut this short."

"We could continue it," I blurted out.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Maybe we could go to dinner tonight?" I asked. "As an official date."

"Official?" She teased. "Then what was this?

"A pre-date?"

I felt weird when Y/N laughed. "Like a warm-up?" She chuckled.

"I was thinking more of a meet-and-greet."

"Well, this has been a wonderful meet-and-greet," she laughed. "I look forward to our official date."

"6 o'clock work for you?" I asked.

"That's perfect."

[holdonmars]

Joe Keery never beating the silly guy allegations

[idontevenlistentomitski]

Chat is this worse than the boat incident or no?

[changebydjo]

happy birthday angel!!!! i hope u have the most wonderful day!!!! 💗💗

thank u sm my eri!!! i love u sm u are a joy to see on my dash every day <3

[beetlejuce]

happy birthday francisco!! hope u are having a wonderful day!! 💗

Thank you Eri!! 🫶 just about to go to bed rn, but I appreciate this! 💓

[joekeerycentral]

📸 New/Old Joe Keery portrait for Deadline Studios at Sundance 2020

🔗 https://joe-keery.org/photos/thumbnails.php?album=276

[sadhours]

[eddsmunsonsblog]

Steve Harrington.

[deepenny]

I feel attacked 🫠

[scre6m]

happy birthday dee!! hope it’s a rlly great one!! 🩷

thank you!! 💗💗

[allthingsfangirl101]

Kidnapped–Joe Keery

I walked into our house, sighing as I kicked off my shoes. I hung my keys by the door and called out to him.

"Joe? You home?"

I walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. I shouldn't be surprised that I was home before my husband. They've been filming like crazy, trying to catch up due to the time they lost because of COVID. Still, you'd think an actor would make it home before an attorney.

Joe and I have been married for two years. The first year was relatively easy. Things flowed and we were happy. Then again, we snuck away and got married at the courthouse when things started opening up.

This last year has been a little rough. He went back to filming and I got thrown into case after case at work. Neither one of us has been home that much. And when one of us is, the other isn't. It's put a little strain on our relationship. More than I'd like to admit.

I stood up and slowly started making dinner. I subconsciously made enough for two. I ate in silence. I cleaned up in silence. I made a second plate in silence. I put that second plate in the fridge and wrote Joe a note. I put the note on the table, telling him about the plate in the fridge, and headed to our room.

After a hot shower, I finished getting ready for bed and laid down. I tried to read a book but it was useless. I couldn't focus on what I was reading. As I put my book on my bedside table, I heard the front door open and close.

A year ago, I would've gotten out of bed and met him at the door. I would've heated up his dinner, sat, and talked with him while he ate. But tonight, I rolled over and turned off my light. I was still awake when I heard Joe walk in. The second he opened the bedroom door, he swore under his breath.

"I'm still awake," I sighed as I sat up. I turned my light back on and leaned against the headboard.

"Sorry," he sighed. "I know I'm home late."

"It's okay," I shrugged as I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. I hesitated before looking at my clock. It was 12:15.

"Did you wait up for me?" He asked as he draped his jacket over the back of the chair at my vanity.

"I know better," I mumbled. I glanced up at him and could see he heard me. He stopped unbuttoning his shirt and walked over, sitting by my feet.

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I didn't think we'd be filming so long. I was going to call you but it was late and I didn't know if you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you and. . ."

"You should've," I cut him off.

"Y/N," he started but I didn't give him the chance. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I was about to shut the door, but Joe caught it.

"Look, baby, you've gotta talk to me," he said, coming into the bathroom. "When we first started dating, do you remember what we agreed?"

I crossed my arms over myself and looked down at my bare feet. "We agreed that we'd always talk about what we were thinking and what was bugging us."

Joe's feet came into view and I looked up at him as he gently grabbed my arms.

"Exactly," he said softly. "So talk to me, darling."

I opened my mouth, unable to get the words out. I tightened my arms around myself. As I continued to struggle to find the right words, my eyes filled with tears.

"It's okay," Joe encouraged. "You can say anything and I promise I won't be mad. What's on your mind, gorgeous?"

"It's just," I hesitated, "this is all so much harder than I thought it would be."

When my voice broke, Joe pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me.

"It's alright," he whispered. "It's all a lot harder than I thought it would be, too."

"Really?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"Of course," he reassured. "When I first asked you to marry me, I imagined our life together. I pictured the big house, white fence, a dog or two, kids. But something I never thought about was our jobs and how they might get in the way of that dream."

"What if. . ." I stuttered, pulling out of our embrace.

"What if what?" He asked gently as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"What if, after I close the cases I'm working on right now, I take a break?"

"Take a break," Joe repeated. "Sweetheart, you don't have to do that."

"It would make it easier," I shrugged. As I walked out of our bathroom, I mumbled, "And maybe that break could be permanent."

"Y/N, stop." Joe jogged to catch up to me. He gently grabbed my elbow and turned me around. "I'm not going to ask you to walk away from your job for me."

"It would be for us."

"Still," he said, running his fingers through his hair. "I can't let you walk away from a job that you've worked your ass off for. It would be extremely hypocritical of me. I can't ask you to support me in everything I do and not support you in everything you do. I can't do it, Y/N. I won't."

"Joe," I sighed as I sat on the edge of the bed. "Both of our jobs keep us extremely busy. Down the road, when we have kids, I don't think we can both keep working. I don't want our kids growing up having a better relationship with their nanny than with us. I want our kids to come home to one of us at the end of the school day. And then running to the door when the other walks in. That's what I always wanted as a kid. I don't know where to begin to describe how it felt to walk in from school to an empty house. Or what it felt like to go to bed before my parents got home. It's horrible, Joe. It makes you feel forgotten. Unloved. And I don't want our children to feel like that!"

When my sob got stuck in my throat, Joe quickly sat next to me and pulled me into his chest. "I want our kids to feel loved," I said shakily. "I want them to know how much we love them."

"That doesn't mean you have to be the one to be the stay-at-home parent," Joe whispered. "I could do school pick-up, basketball practice, playdates and everything else that comes with being a stay-at-home parent."

"I can't ask you to give up your job." My voice broke as I pulled out of our hug and looked up at my husband.

"I can't act forever," Joe teased. "But there will always be more court cases for you to work on."

"But Joe. . ."

"Y/N," he whispered as he reached up and cupped my cheek in his hand. "We don't have to decide that now. We aren't even pregnant yet. You're not pregnant, right? Or is there something you need to tell me?"

"No," I giggled as I playfully pushed him. "I'm not pregnant."

"Okay," he nodded. "Then see? We have time to worry about all those decisions. Neither one of us is going anywhere."

                                * * * * *

Tonight, I got home earlier than I have been the last couple of nights. It wasn't normal "early", but it was earlier for me. I walked in and smiled when I saw the note on the kitchen table.

Hey Baby Girl. HAHA! I was home before you! But I had to leave almost immediately. . . It still counts! Anyway, I had just enough time to make you something to eat (for a change). There is a bowl of pasta in the fridge for you. Let me know you got home safe, okay? I'll make sure to wake you when I get home. Love you! 😉

I set the note back down on the table, unable to wipe my smile off my face. I went to the fridge and found the bowl of pasta Joe made me. After heating it up, I pulled out my phone and started typing out a text to Joe.

To: Joe 🥰 Hey, baby. Got your note. Thanks for the pasta. Don't worry. I made it home safe and sound! I'll be waiting for you to wake me up. 😉 Maybe I'll be wearing that little red thing that you

I stopped typing when there was a knock at the door.

"That's strange," I mumbled as I got up. I fixed my shirt as I walked to the door.

"Hello," I smiled as I opened it. I looked between the two men, neither one of them looking familiar. "Can I help you?"

"Are you Mrs. Keery?" One guy asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Is your husband home?" The other asked.

"No, he isn't," I explained. "He should be home soon. Is there. . ."

I gasped as the first guy grabbed me. I tried to get out of his hold, but his grip tightened.

"What are you doing?!" I yelled as the second guy tossed a bag over my head. "Let me go!"

"You need help?" The second guy asked.

"I got her," the first guy scoffed. I gasped in pain as he dug his nails into my arms. "Just go do the other thing we talked about."

                                     To Be Continued. . .

Part 2, Part 3