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✨Masterlist✨
im just trying to survive this hell hole of a life by being delusional ass
english isn't my native language, and i would love some comments😭
KDRAMAS MASTERLIST
KMUSIC MASTERLIST

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The beginning of the end for every digital artist
MISSING STAR
Pairing: Benjamin 'Bullseye' Poindexter x OC (Eloise Whitmore)
Warnings: Spoilers Daredevil, gore, blood, smut, coworker!reader, morally gray FMC, violence, toxic dynamics, codependency, mutual obsession, jealousy, murder, dark romance
Notes: Yes! I'm finally free of exams! Sorry for the delay, new job and exam season, sorry, I'm just a girl
Summary: After leaving New York behind, Dex begins working for the CIA in exchange for them finding someone for him.
Taglist ♡ @sarahskywalker-amidala @ultraviolence44 @avidreader73 @kkkkisworld @doesanyonereadthis @pinkpunkdynamite @diegoshako @chloeforde @mariahelaboh
Missing Star Chapters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8, Chapter 9
PS. English is not my primary language
Hi, can I request reader and Joe being married and they have a daughter who is in 3rd or 4th grade. Anyways, it’s career day and their daughter volunteers Joe to be a guest speaker for her class. Joe and reader come along and Joe talks about his music career/acting career maybe he brings some instruments to show the kids & all of their daughter’s classmates think Joe is so cool. And their daughter is so happy like “yes, that’s my dad” and reader is so happy that Joe could make that happen for their daughter despite how busy he is.
"Career day"
⋆⭒˚.⋆ Joe Keery x reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆
english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are open if you want!
summary: On career day, Joe clears his busy schedule to speak at his daughter Lily’s third-grade class during the career day
warnings: None, pure fluff, domestic and family themes
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of your master bedroom, casting a soft golden glow across the rumpled sheets. You stirred slowly, feeling the familiar weight of Joe's arm draped over your waist. Even after years of marriage, waking up next to him never got old. His breathing was steady, face relaxed in sleep, the faint lines of exhaustion from touring and filming starting to soften now that he was home for a longer stretch.
A small figure burst through the door without knocking.
"Mom! Dad! It's career day today!"
Lily, your eight year old daughter in third grade, bounced on the balls of her feet at the edge of the bed. Her dark hair tamed into two braids you'd done the night before swung wildly. She wore her favorite purple dress with tiny music notes along the hem, a subtle nod to her dad's world.
Joe groaned playfully, cracking one eye open.
"Kiddo, it's barely seven, give your old man a second to wake up."
"You're not old," Lily declared, climbing onto the bed and wedging herself between you both. "You're the coolest, that's why I signed you up yesterday. Mrs. Harper said I could bring a guest speaker if I asked first."
You sat up, smiling as you brushed a stray curl from her forehead.
"You volunteered Dad without checking with us?"
Lily's eyes widened with that innocent confidence only kids possess.
"I knew you'd say yes, dad always says family comes first and everyone else's parents are like, doctors or teachers or accountants but my dad is Joe Keery! They're gonna freak."
Joe chuckled, pulling Lily into a hug that made her squeal.
"Alright, alright baby. I guess I'm cleared for duty. What time do I need to be there?"
"Ten o'clock. Mom's coming too, right?" Lily turned those big brown eyes on you, eyes that perfectly blended yours and Joe's.
"Of course, baby. I wouldn't miss this for anything."
Joe met your gaze over Lily's head, his expression warm and grateful.
You knew how packed his schedule had been lately, he and his bandmates were soon to leave for a tour, but he always carved out these moments.
That was one of the things you loved most about him, the way he showed up, even when the world pulled him in a thousand directions.
Breakfast was a whirlwind of pancakes, packed lunches, and last-minute prep. Joe disappeared into the music room for twenty minutes and emerged with a guitar case, a small keyboard bag, and a backpack full of laminated photos and tour memorabilia he'd printed the night before. "Can't show up empty-handed," he explained, kissing your temple as you loaded everything into the car.
The drive to the elementary school was filled with Lily's excited chatter from the backseat. "Tell them about the time you met Taylor Swift! Or when you were in that big city… I don't remember the name of it! Oh, and definitely play something. But not too loud, Mrs. Harper doesn't like loud noises."
Joe glanced at you in the passenger seat, his hand finding yours on the console.
"No pressure, right?"
"You've performed for stadiums of screaming fans," you teased. "A class of third graders should be easy."
He laughed, but you caught the flicker of nerves in his eyes. Not stage fright exactly, he'd outgrown that years ago but the deeper desire to make this perfect for Lily. To be the dad she could brag about without reservation.
The school parking lot was bustling when you arrived, parents milled about with briefcases, stethoscopes, tool belts, and laptops. Lily skipped ahead, clutching Joe's free hand while you carried the keyboard. Heads turned immediately and a few moms whispered behind their hands, recognizing him. One dad did a double-take so obvious it made you stifle a laugh.
Inside the classroom, colorful posters covered the walls, Lily's desk was in the third row, decorated with stickers of guitars and stars. Mrs. Harper, a kind-faced woman in her fifties, greeted you warmly.
"Mr. Keery, we're thrilled you could make it, the kids have been buzzing all morning."
"Please, call me Joe."
He shook her hand firmly, then set down his gear at the front of the room, twenty-two pairs of wide eyes tracked his every move as the class filed in from recess.
Lily took her seat, but not before giving you both a thumbs-up. You sat in the back with the other parents, heart swelling with quiet pride.
When it was Joe's turn the teacher introduced him simply, he stood at the front, guitar slung over his shoulder, looking effortlessly cool in jeans, a plain black t-shirt, and the leather jacket Lily had insisted he wear. The kids leaned forward in their chairs.
"Hey everyone," he started, voice warm and engaging. "I'm Joe. Lily's dad… and yeah, I sing and act for a living, but I didn't always. Want to hear how it started?"
Hands shot up immediately, but he gestured for patience with a grin.
He launched into his story, keeping it age-appropriate and captivating, he talked about growing up in Boston with his sisters, how music was always around the house.
Then he pulled out the acoustic guitar and played a simple chord progression, letting the kids clap along. Then he switched to the small keyboard, demonstrating how different instruments layered to make a full song. "In the studio, we record each part separately. Drums, bass, vocals. It's like building with Legos, but with sound."
The class was hooked
Lily sat straighter than you'd ever seen, her cheeks flushed with pride, every time a classmate whispered "That's so cool" or "Your dad's awesome," she beamed. You caught her mouthing "That's my dad" to her best friend Mia across the aisle.
You watched from the back, eyes misty. Joe had flown in from Brazil two days ago after playing in a festival, he'd been exhausted, yet here he was, fully present.ù He answered every question with patience: How do you remember all the words to songs? What's the scariest part of performing? Do you still get nervous?
He pulled out laminated photos next: one of him and his bandmates from a recent tour and a behind-the-scenes shot from a movie set. The kids passed them around carefully.
Then came the highlight. "Want to hear a song?" The roar of approval was deafening. Joe glanced at the teacher for permission, she nodded, smiling.
He strummed the opening chords to a kid-friendly version of one of his upbeat tracks, changing a few lyrics on the fly to be school-appropriate. Half the class knew the chorus and sang along. Lily's voice rang out clearest of all, pure and joyful, when he finished, the applause was thunderous, several kids asked for autographs on their notebooks.
As the presentation wrapped, Joe knelt down so he was eye-level with the class.
"The most important thing isn't being famous or traveling the world. It's finding something you love and sharing it with the people who matter, like my family. Lily inspires me every day to be better. And her mom…" he looked straight at you, eyes soft with love "keeps me grounded. You all have that support too. Use it."
The bell for lunch rang too soon
Kids swarmed Joe for high-fives and more questions. Lily hung back for a moment, then threw her arms around his waist. "Thank you, Daddy. Everyone thinks you're the coolest dad ever, I told them so!."
Joe hugged her tight, kissing the top of her head. "Anything for you, Lilypad."
You joined them, slipping your arm around Joe's waist.
"That was incredible," you whispered. "You made her whole year."
He kissed you softly on the cheek, mindful of the audience but unable to resist. "We made it happen, team effort."
The rest of the day unfolded beautifully.
After school, the three of you stopped for ice cream at Lily's favorite spot, she recounted every moment in vivid detail, and Joe listened like it was the most important story in the world, asking questions and laughing in all the right places.
Back home, while Lily did homework at the kitchen table, you and Joe prepped dinner together, he chopped vegetables while you stirred sauce, the familiar rhythm of your life together wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
"You know," you said quietly, "I was watching her face the whole time. That pure pride? You gave her that. Despite the tours, the late nights, the paparazzi... you show up."
Joe set the knife down and pulled you close, resting his forehead against yours.
"I wouldn't miss it, there were years when I thought balancing this life with family would be impossible but you make it possible. You and Lily. She's my favorite audience now."
Life with Joe was never quiet, but it was rich. Full of music, laughter, late-night talks, and the steady presence of a man who chose family every single day and as you watched him spin Lily around the living room to an old track you knew this was the real success story. Not the charts or the awards, but this: the three of you, building a life moment by moment.
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colt meeting ryland's girlfriend!reader — ft. coltland twins au
Ding-dong!
The loud ring of the doorbell startles you awake.
Having barely registered the noise yet somehow fully alert, you peek your head out from the covers, eyes fixating on the general direction of the door like a cat that locked onto a bird sitting on the windowsill.
It's Sunday. You have no prior knowledge of receiving any visitors. Neither you or Ryland have any packages you have been waiting on. Speaking of Ryland, he would knock on the door to avoid waking you up even if he had gone out and realised he forgot to take his keys. Then again, there is the faint sound of the shower running, so it can't be him.
... Maybe it's someone who got the door wrong, and will eventually realise their mistake and go away. Maybe it's a neighbour who wants to complain about something, or maybe it's a scammer.
Either way, it's not something you feel like dealing right now. They should just take the hint and go away if you pretend you don't exist.
Ding-dong! .... Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong—!
Exhaling harshly, you kick the blankets away with newfound rage, throwing yourself off the bed and stomping over to the door with full intention of chewing them out, though not immediately, as it could still be a relatively innocent person despite their lack of thoughtfulness.

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Loved this sm!! What about a fic where they tell their daughter how they struggled at first and telling her their story of becoming parents at such a young age. (maybe someone at school teased her for having such young parents or shamed them, like a teacher)
im glad you enjoyed the fic!! i love the idea of their daughter being old enough now to finally understand that her parents weren’t just “young parents”, they were literally kids trying their absolute best while the world kept expecting them to fail
she was worth it
Joe Keery x reader
Summary: After somebody at school makes a cruel comment about her “teen parents,” Joe and reader finally tell their daughter the full story of what those early years were really like - the judgement, the grief, the fear, and the overwhelming love that made it worth surviving anyway.
Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, established relationship, teen pregnancy, teen parenting, family conflict, estrangement, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff (lmk if i missed anything)
W/C: 1.6k
A/N: You can read the previous part here!
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Your daughter comes home from school and walks straight past the bowl of chips on the kitchen counter.
Joe watches her disappear upstairs before lowering the glass in his hand slightly.
“Huh,” he says quietly.
You glance up from the kettle. “What?”
Bad Medicine
About: You've been an Emergency Room nurse at the Walter Mondale Care Center in North Dakota for about a year now. You move up to the role of Charge Nurse in no time, and tonight you're training a new RN transferring from Indiana- a super sweet, charming guy named Steve Harrington.
Meanwhile, you're also navigating a tenuous coworkers-with-benefits situationship with the ex-Sheriff's-Deputy turned EMS Chief, Gator Tillman.
When these worlds collide, it's gonna be a hell of a shift.
WC: 3.4K
Warnings: 18+ MDNI; language, mild blood/injury, flirting, smooching, groping, public friskiness 👀
Jealous Ryland is incredibly pouty, his bottom lip jutting out a little as he watches another guy try to make moves on you. He keeps sighing dramatically, practically begging you to notice his irritation. Throughout the night, he refuses to leave your side, marking his presence with subtle touches - his palm resting warm against your lower back while you converse with others, his fingers tightly intertwined with yours whenever you walk, and his fingertips tracing slow, abstract patterns on your thigh beneath the table while you sit. He is oddly quiet. Then again, he can never truly stay silent, he only speaks when absolutely necessary, which is entirely out of character for a man who is usually a total rambling machine.
When you finally lean in and whisper, “Ry, come on. It’s nothing. I don’t care about whatever he said or is trying to do. I’m here with you, and I’m leaving here with you” the tension leaves his shoulders. It soothes him just enough that he starts talking a bit more, not fully back to his usual energetic self, but getting there.
The second the front door clicks shut at home, he is all over you.
“You only love me, right?” he murmurs, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of your neck.
“He can't trigger the supply of oxytocin to your brain like I do” he claims, practically pressing the words against your lips.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, baby?” he asks tenderly, breathless after absolutely devouring you.
Roommate Revenue
Kurt Kunkle x roommate!Reader
Summary: Financially desperate and years into mutual pining, shy influencer Kurt Kunkle and his roommate decide to start an OnlyFans channel together. What begins as an awkward “just for the money” arrangement slowly unravels months of built-up sexual tension, leading to increasingly explicit roommate porn that neither of them can resist.
Word count: 2.7K
Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex (m/receiving), shy/anxious Kurt, mutual pining, slow burn to smut, roommate AU
A/N: first time writing Kurt… kinda nervous
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Seven months of living with Kurt Kunkle had taught you two things: he was endearingly shy, and he was a walking disaster when it came to money.
It started innocently enough. You’d answered his Craigslist ad for a roommate after your old place flooded. Kurt was this lanky, greasy-haired guy in oversized hoodies who barely made eye contact during the interview. He’d rambled about his “content creator journey”, rideshare streams where he talked to the dashboard camera about society, awkward unboxing videos of cheap tech gadgets, and late-night rants about how the world ignored “real authenticity.” You thought he was harmless, cute, even.

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Hydrangea
top 5 horror movies
-having a job
-not having a job
-applying for jobs
-the job market
-the concept of working my whole life
holy fucking. what the fuck. how the fuck. i need air asap. i need this old man NOW
Get this out of my face.
thinking about holland in the bath (nsfw version this time)
When Holland isn’t having a horrible day and using the tub to wallow in his sadness, the two of you use the tub in a much more intimate manner. Not to actually wash yourselves of course.
If Holly is gone, the house is quiet and neither of you are looking for anything too intense in the sheets, you usually gravitate toward the tub.
The warm water, the soft silkiness it offers, and the close proximity creates a relaxing, steamy place to spend an hour.
More often than not, Holland steps in first, laying back against the porcelain to get comfy before waving you in with a stupid, giddy smile. You settle between his spread legs, shimmying to rest against his torso. But not before carefully sinking onto his cock.
It’s a confusing combination of soothing and incredibly arousing to have him nestled so deeply when you lay together. Holland always groans when you take him, throwing his head back so hard sometimes he’ll knock it against the lip of the tub in response to the lovely squeeze of your walls.
Once you get comfortable against him, the two of you talk about whatever you deem worth whispering about in the humid room: your days, the weather, his cases, your annoying coworker. You can last quite a while in his lap, keeping his cock warm and enjoying the press of him against your back. It varies day to day how long Holland can last without touching you.
Some days he can hold it together, cock softening to a semi and his urge to ask you to grind on him a far-off thought. Other days, he’ll barely last 5 minutes before he snaps.
Once he gets impatient and wants to spur things on, he’ll spread your legs with his and his hand will wander between your legs.
Playing with you under the water is a whole different kind of arousing. There is no thrusting, no drag of cock- just his fingers. Oftentimes, Holland will even continue your conversations like he isn’t exploring every inch of your sex beneath the suds.
The careful touch of his fingers, the gentle rubbing along the skin where you’re connected, searching for the parts of you that have pleasure zinging up your spine will have you fluttering around him in no time. The effort of your walls trying to milk him dry usually gets Holland off enough to work himself up to a high (it never takes much to get Holland to cum). If Holland does his job right, the fingering of you alone will bring you both to a soft orgasm.
Once your peaks have ebbed- he’s softened inside you and the throb in your core has dulled- you’ll sit for a while longer in silence, massaging whatever body parts of each other you can reach while Holland whispers sweet nothings against your temple.
i yearn for soft domestic sex or whatever

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i want to hold his hand
Hey there, I saw you wanted requests for fanfics
Can you do a Holland March x reader?
Reader is Holly‘s babysitter or Holly‘s teacher and March meets reader and falls instantly in love, but Holly is not OK with her dad dating her teacher or babysitter because she thinks it’s weird idk something like that
Dad Dating
(Holland March x Babysitter! reader)