#vyaps

dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

joe keery who meets you through his producer, whilst you were both working on your upcoming albums in the same studio.

you politely poke your head through the door when you get a message from said producer telling you to come through to studio 7. he signals for you to stay quiet as you notice the most handsome man ever singing his heart out in the booth.

joe keery who slowly began to develop a small crush on you throughout the course of a 4 hour writing session that you guys set up. but if his buddies asked him about his soft spot for you, he’d just swear that you were an “admirable young woman”…

he’d make smooth (not really) advances on you as he tried to get to know more and more about yourself. you thought he was sweet when he strolled in at 8 o’clock on the dot on a drizzly, windy friday morning. your exact coffee order in hand, which he had memorised earlier that week.

joe keery who was spotted and papped coming out of the new york studio along side you. the next day, your faces splashed all over the tabloids, claiming a ‘new blossoming romance’. he wishes.

well it didn’t really help that you had had a vice grip on his hand that your fans had cooed and fawned over when the pictures were plastered all over twitter. you had only done it drag him along, you swear. and you definitely didn’t continue to hold his hand down the street and round the block. it wasn’t your fault his hands were so warm and soft, but still so rough and manly at the same ti-

joe keery who’s fans went mental (i’m talking crazy, animalistic level shit) when he was spotted coming along to one of your shows, gazing down from the vip balcony with hearts in his eyes.

he stood there singing along to a few of the choruses, laughing along with all the jokes you made to the crowd. all of which you had told to him before. it made him feel special, like he was the only person in the room.

joe keery who hard launched your relationship the day your album came out. of course with his vocals embedded into all of the love songs, a few of which he had helped write.

dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

TW// mentions of reader having a period

eddie munson who met you when he was 8 years old after moving in with his uncle wayne, looking like a lost puppy with his shaved head and already gangly prepubescent limbs.

he thought you were the sun, brightening up such a dark time in his life. he didn’t know exactly what all of his feelings were about back then, but now he would tell you that he fell in love.

eddie munson who, in the 7th grade, had told everyone in your class that you had “totally just beaten up a guy” and that’s why you had blood on the back of your overalls. no other reason.

this was the same boy that had also cried when he saw the red stain. he had thought you were dying. when your mother was told of this, she decided that it was about time she helped wayne munson raise this boy (or at least give him a few lessons to soften him out around the edges, “making him more of a gentleman”, is what she liked to call it.)

eddie munson who always insisted of sneaking through your bedroom window, instead of just coming through the trailer door. your mother would’ve never minded, you told him over and over, but he just would not have it.

she would listen to this silly argument at least once a week for at least 4 years before she finally confronted him about it. he wasn’t slick, she could hear every footstep he made, let alone his bony torso banging against her daughters windowsill with soft thuds, as he failed to climb in with ease.

eddie munson who asked you out “hypothetically” one late night as you lay in his bed, him in his judas priest t-shirt and boxers and you in your his black sabbath t-shirt and polka dot panties (which now you deemed a bit childish, even for a 15 year old.)

on your “hypothetical” date, he asked you to be his girlfriend. which you thought would be life changing and exhilarating. but turns out couples just acted like the two of you had been doing for at least 3 years, well not the kissing part. which he also liked very much.

eddie munson who proposed to you on prom night. i know cheesy and totally rom-com material, but who was he to deny his girl a bit of romance. he went about everything perfectly; asking your mother for consent, stealing one of your rings to get a perfect size, saving up all of his money to pay for said ring from gigs and work at the garage, waiting until after prom when you went back to his trailer (without uncle wayne there…)

dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

joseph quinn who first met you when you both started at LAMDA and everyone else seemed to know someone else apart from the two of you.

so naturally that was the strategy; join forces rather than trying to get on with anyone else straight away. and ever since then you’d been stuck with him.

joseph quinn who awkwardly asked you out near the end of your first year, wearing an odd coloured shirt that was quite frankly ugly, but he’d chose it because he thought it would impress you. it wasn’t cheap after all…at least for a student.

of course you had said yes as you were already smitten with the boy since your second month of knowing him. when your flatmates found out, you both expected a massive reaction, but rather they were unfazed and thought you were secretly together anyways.

joseph quinn who had already had multiple stage kisses with you in the plays that you had both performed alongside each other in, but was absolutely sick to his stomach that first time he would kiss you after a date to see a shitty film at the cheap film club you had both signed up to just to make fun of the bad acting.

afterwards getting home, closing the door and sliding down it giggling and smiling to himself like a madman…until he realised that wesley stood there staring at him with a look in his eyes that joe knew would mean he would not let him forget this.

joseph quinn who had gotten his ‘big break’ as eddie in stranger things alongside his lover, which just felt like a full circle moment.

although, this time there was no terrible dialogue written by some acne scarred 19 year old who fancied themselves the next tarentino or awkward love scenes that would leave him with his own ‘problems’ to sort out afterwards.

joseph quinn who never fails to mention you in some way in every interview or podcast he does. always having to get in a little anecdote or words of wisdom you had shared with him.