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It has been FOREVER since I've done a monochrome render and Iron Lung gave me the PERFECT excuse to get back at it!! I had such a blast drawing this and honestly couldn't think of doing anything else until I finished!
I haven't drawn this man in 9 years, and it feels so dang good to be back.
kinda obsessed with the idea of Joe dating someone kinda like Devon Lee Carlson and posts ocasionally on youtube and gives just a tiny little slice into their lives together.
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OR - 4 times joe accidentally interrupted your vlogs, 1 time you actually planned it
joe keery x reader
influencer / youtuber reader au !
desc - snippets of yours and joes relationship caught in your vlogs
val speaks - it’s kinda corny.. but gosh i had fun. idk if this is really what you meant but as soon as i saw this ask my mind went straight to these types of fics n i had to do it😭😭 i hope u do love it tho + send a new ask if u want it in a diff style !!
1
the camera is balanced very precariously against a stack of shoe boxes, angled slightly upward so it catches half your closet and half your face whenever you lean forward.
“okay,” you sigh, pushing a pile of sweaters away from your knees, “this is… not a productive day in the life, but it is realistic. so.”
you gesture vaguely around you.
clothes everywhere. hangers tangled together. one boot without its partner. a tote bag spilling receipts onto the carpet.
“i decided today i’m gonna reorganise my closet because apparently i own seven black hoodies and cannot part with any of them.”
you keep talking, rambling the way you always do when you vlog, half storytelling, half complaining, occasionally forgetting sentences halfway through because you get distracted folding something.
you’re mid-rant about how folding jeans is a nightmare when the bedroom door opens behind you.
soft footsteps. you don’t notice at first.
then suddenly joe just… lowers himself onto the closet floor beside you with a quiet little sigh, shoulder bumping yours.
you blink at him.
“…hi?”
he looks completely relaxed, knees pulled up, leaning against the wall like this was always the plan.
“hi” he says casually.
you stare.
“what are you doing?”
he shrugs. “just wanted to sit with you.”
there’s a pause.
“…okay?”
he picks up one of your sweaters and starts absentmindedly folding it terribly.
“i was lonely" he adds, like that explains everything.
you squint at him, then slowly turn toward the camera.
“say hi to the vlog.”
joe freezes.
his eyes move from you… to the camera… back to you.
“…you’re filming?”
you laugh immediately. “yes?”
he squints harder at the lens like it personally betrayed him. “i didn’t know you were filming.”
you stare at him, incredulous. “what did you think i was doing? talking to myself on the closet floor?”
without missing a beat, he goes, “yeah.”
you choke on a laugh.
“joe.”
he shrugs again, completely serious. “you do that sometimes.”
“i don't-”
you both start laughing, and the camera wobbles slightly because you accidentally kick the shoe boxes.
he leans closer to the camera, awkward but smiling.
“…hi,” he says, giving a small wave. “sorry. didn’t mean to intrude.”
“you literally live here” you say.
“still feels rude.”
you shake your head, smiling as you go back to sorting clothes. joe stays, handing you things, occasionally holding something up and asking, “keep or donate?” like he’s suddenly appointed himself as an organiser.
at one point he holds up an old oversized hoodie.
“this is mine.”
“mine now” you reply instantly.
he laughs softly, bumping your shoulder again, and neither of you notice how domestic the moment looks, just sitting on the floor together, surrounded by mess, talking about nothing.
after a while you reach forward to grab the camera.
“okay, closet progress update- probably worse than before” you say.
joe leans into frame at the last second.
“we found three missing socks” he adds proudly.
you snort. “we didn't.”
“shh”
you end the clip while laughing.
- comments from the video
user: the way he just spawned in😭
user: “i was lonely” hellooooo??????
user: he really thought she was just sitting in a closet talking to herself im crying
user: folding laundry tg is my new dream date
user: he looks so genuinely happy just sitting there i can't
user: we need more joe appearances immediately
user: the fact that he came in just because he was lonely…never recovering
2
this time the camera is propped up against a jar of pasta on the kitchen counter, slightly foggy from steam already collecting in the air.
“okay” you say, squinting at your phone screen where the recipe is open, “today we're attempting something new.”
you gesture dramatically toward the stove, a pan sitting there ominously with nothing in it yet.
“and by we i mean me” you add quickly. “cause learning basic adult cooking skills is important.”
you flip the camera slightly so it shows the ingredients laid out.
there’s flour where flour should not be. an open spice jar tipped sideways. a cutting board that looks like it’s already been through something traumatic.
“i picked an easy recipe” you continue confidently. “beginner friendly.”
you pause, reading.
“…why are there this many steps?”
cut to five minutes later.
the pan is now sizzling aggressively and you’re staring at it like it going to blow up any second..
“i don’t think it’s supposed to sound like that” you whisper to the camera.
the sizzling gets louder.
you grab a spoon, poke at something cautiously, then immediately recoil.
“okay. nope. nope.”
you lean toward the hallway and yell, “babe?”
no response.
louder this time.
“joeeee!”
from somewhere deeper in the apartment: “yeah?”
“can you come here for a second?”
there’s a pause.
“…something on fire?”
“…not yet!”
a moment later joe walks into frame, already laughing a little like he knows exactly what he’s about to walk into. he looks at the stove. then at you. then back at the stove.
“…what happened?”
“i followed the recipe!” you defend immediately.
he peers into the pan. “…did you?”
you cross your arms. “i tried.”
he gently takes the spoon from you like you’re being relieved of duty.
“okay, chef,” he says softly. “step away from the heat.”
you dramatically step aside while narrating to the camera.
joe starts fixing things with suspicious ease. lowering the heat, adding something, stirring like he actually understands what’s happening.
“you didn’t stir it,” he says.
“it didn’t say to stir it” you argue.
he laughs under his breath.
you watch for a second, then gasp suddenly. “wait i forgot something” and hurry out of the kitchen.
and just like that, joe realises he’s alone. with the camera.
he stirs the pan for a few seconds before slowly looking over.
“…oh,” he says.
he leans closer, inspecting the lens like last time.
“hi again.”
he glances toward the hallway to make sure you’re still gone, then back to the camera.
“she’s actually not as bad at cooking as this makes it look,” he says quietly, then pauses. “okay that’s not true. she is.”
he smiles to himself, shaking his head, another stir of the pan.
he lowers his voice,
“don’t tell her i said that.”
he waits a beat, then adds softly, almost absentmindedly-
“she does look pretty cute in that apron though.”
he glances toward the hallway again, clearly making sure you can’t hear him.
“she gets very serious when she’s trying to do something new,” he continues. “like it’s life or death.”
the food sizzles gently now, much calmer.
he nods proudly at the pan. “saved it, by the way.”
he leans his elbows on the counter, suddenly unsure what else to do.
“…i don’t really know what people say in vlogs,” he admits. “life advice? is that a thing?”
he thinks for a second.
“…drink water. call your friends. don’t let her cook unsupervised.”
you reenter the kitchen right as he finishes.
“heard that.”
he straightens immediately, innocent expression on his face.
“heard what?”
you narrow your eyes at him while grabbing the ingredient you forgot, then you notice he’s standing directly in front of the camera.
“…were you talking to them?”
he shrugs. “they seemed lonely."
he grins, handing you the spoon back once everything is safe again.
“okay” you tell the camera, laughing, “joe saved dinner.”
“team effort” he corrects.
you roll your eyes, smiling as the clip ends.
- comments from the video
userr: not him taking over
user: “step away from the heat” sent me
user: the apron comment?? hi we heard that
user: the way his voice got softer when he said she looked pretty i’m unwell
user: he fixed the food and complimented her, standards raised forever
user: accidental joe appearances are my favorite genre now
user: the difference between her chaos energy and his calm fixing-everything energy is ugh everything
3
the vlog starts mid-afternoon, camera balanced on your desk while sunlight comes through the window behind you.
“hi” you say, dropping into your chair slightly out of breath. “today is not exciting. i have errands and i need to clean because things are starting to disappear into piles.”
you gesture vaguely offscreen.
there’s a laundry basket that definitely wasn’t there last week.
“also” you add, lowering your voice like a confession, “i’ve had the same song stuck in my head for three days and it’s ruining my life.”
you start organising random things while talking, stacking notebooks, untangling headphones, moving mugs that shouldn’t be there. the vlog is calm, mostly you rambling about small things, occasionally getting distracted halfway through sentences.
then, faintly from another room-
singing. loud singing, not careful either. full commitment.
you pause mid-sentence.
“…you guys hear that?”
the singing gets louder as footsteps approach down the hallway. joe’s voice carries clearly now, completely unaware of anything happening in the room. he’s singing dramatically, like he’s performing for an invisible audience, absolutely confident.
you try, and fail, not to laugh.
he pushes the door open still singing, holding a laundry basket, and freezes the second he notices the camera.
there’s a long pause.
you’re already laughing.
“keep going” you say.
he immediately shakes his head. “no. absolutely not.”
“you were committed,” you argue. “don’t stop now.”
he sets the laundry basket down slowly, suspicious. “how long has that been recording?”
you glance at the camera. “…long enough.”
he rubs a hand over his face, half embarrassed, half amused.
“great. awesome.”
you grin. “say hi.”
he looks at the camera, resigned. “hi.”
you turn back to organising your desk like nothing happened. “he’s been doing this all day, by the way.”
“that’s not true” he says defensively.
“you sang in the kitchen. and the hallway. and whatever that was in the bathroom.”
he points at you. “the echo in there is incredible.”
you laugh, continuing to sort papers.
joe starts folding laundry beside you, quieter now, occasionally humming under his breath before catching himself and stopping. a minute passes where you’re both just doing your own thing, comfortable silence except for fabric rustling.
then he casually says, “you started it anyway.”
you look up. “started what?”
“the song. you were singing it this morning.”
you blink. “…i was not.”
he looks straight at the camera like he’s presenting evidence.
“she absolutely was. like, full performance while making coffee.”
you gasp. “one time.”
“you used a spoon as a microphone.”
you point accusingly. “you encouraged me!”
he shrugs. “and now it’s stuck in my head. this is on you.”
you’re both smiling now, arguing quietly while folding clothes.
you stand up suddenly. “i need hangers” and walk out of the room.
joe keeps folding for a second before realising,
camera. again.
he sighs softly, amused with himself.
“…i keep walking into this” he mutters.
he glances toward the hallway to make sure you’re gone.
then looks back at the lens.
“for the record,” he says, quieter, “she’s worse than me.”
he folds another shirt carefully.
“also she’s gonna pretend she doesn’t care that i exposed her, but she absolutely will.”
he pauses, thinking.
“…anyway. uh. hope everyone’s having a good day.”
he awkwardly gives a small thumbs up, immediately regretting it.
you walk back in right then holding hangers.
“are you talking to them again?”
“no.”
“…you're literally facing the camera.”
he turns away instantly. “just stretching.”
you narrow your eyes but start hanging clothes anyway.
“sure.”
the clip ends with both of you quietly bickering about who sings more while organising laundry.
- comments from the video
user: the way he walked in mid belt
user: “acoustics in there are incredible” he’s so serious about it
user: them folding laundry and arguing about singing is weirdly my comfort video now
user: he keeps getting left alone with the camera and immediately starts confessing things
user: joe vs the camera is becoming an ongoing battle
4
the camera is set up on the bathroom counter, slightly tilted because it’s resting against a skincare bottle that’s definitely not meant to hold weight.
you lean closer to fix the angle.
“okay” you say, squinting at the screen, “today we’re doing a very requested… makeup routine. which is funny because i do the same thing every day and just hope for the best.”
you tuck your hair behind your ears and start digging through a small pile of products spread across the counter.
“also ignore the lighting” you add. “bathroom lighting is either really good or really bad.”
you start talking through what you’re doing, not really tutorial-style, more like thinking out loud while blending concealer and occasionally getting distracted by your own reflection.
halfway through explaining something, movement appears behind you in the mirror.
joe slowly peeks around the bathroom doorway.
just his head.
he makes eye contact with the mirror first, then notices the camera.
his eyes widen slightly.
you see him at the same time and immediately start smiling.
“…hi.”
he freezes like he’s been caught doing something illegal.
“are you filming?” he whispers.
you nod, trying not to laugh.
he gives a silent oh and slowly retreats back out of sight.
you shake your head at the camera. “he does that every time.”
you go back to your makeup, continuing your commentary like nothing happened.
a full minute passes.
you’re curling your lashes when he peeks around the corner again, slower this time, clearly checking the counter for the camera before looking at you.
you raise an eyebrow.
“…yes?”
he hesitates. “still filming?”
“yes.”
he sighs dramatically and disappears again.
you laugh under your breath. “he needs something but refuses to interrupt.”
another minute goes by.
you’re blending blush when suddenly he walks fully into the bathroom like he’s accepted his fate.
“okay, i can’t wait anymore,” he says. “need to brush my teeth.”
you burst out laughing. “you could’ve just come in.”
“i was trying to be respectful" he says, reaching past you toward the holder by the sink.
he pauses, noticing himself in the mirror next to you.
“…wow. i look tired.”
“don’t hijack my makeup routine” you say, gently nudging him aside with your elbow.
he watches for a second while you blend.
“you do that differently every time.”
“no i don’t.”
“you absolutely do.”
you glance at him through the mirror. “why'd you observe this so closely?”
he shrugs, already putting toothpaste on his brush. “i live with you. hard not to.”
you laugh, shaking your head.
he lingers instead of leaving, leaning against the doorway while brushing his teeth, watching you finish your makeup.
there’s a comfortable quiet for a moment.
then he gestures vaguely toward your face. “that colour’s nice.”
you pause mid-motion. “this?” you say, gesturing towards your blush.
he nods, mouth full of toothpaste foam, immediately realising he shouldn’t be talking and turning toward the sink.
you grin at the camera. “professional review.”
he rinses, then glances at the camera again, less surprised this time.
“…hi” he says casually, like this is normal now.
“they’ve already seen you twice today” you tell him.
he nods thoughtfully. “i figured.”
you cap your lipliner. “anything else you urgently need while you’re here?”
he pretends to think about it, then reaches over and steals your water bottle off the counter.
“hey-”
“need this” he says, already walking toward the door.
you laugh. “that's mine!”
he pauses in the doorway, turning back briefly.
“looks good” he says, nodding toward your finished makeup, then disappears down the hall.
you look at the camera, smiling a little despite yourself.
“…anyway,” you say, trying to sound normal again, “that’s the routine.”
you reach forward to stop recording, still laughing quietly.
- comments from the video
user: THE DOUBLE PEEK AROUND THE CORNER
user: the casual compliment?? hello???
user: he’s slowly becoming more comfortable with the camera and it’s adorable
user: stealing her water before leaving was criminal
user: the way he checked if she was still filming TWICE
user: their conversations feel so normal it makes the vids better somehow
user: we all knew he was going to end up in this vlog the second it started
5
the camera is set up properly for once, balanced on a tripod instead of whatever random object you usually find. the lighting is warm, late afternoon sun coming through the window behind the couch.
you sit cross-legged with your laptop open, scrolling through questions.
joe drops onto the couch beside you a second later, slightly off-center in frame until you grab his sleeve and tug him closer.
“you have to sit in the shot” you tell him.
“i am in the shot.”
“you’re not.”
he shifts closer, amused. “better?”
“acceptable.”
you look back at the camera.
“okay, this is the first video where he is here on purpose,” you say. “we asked for questions and you guys sent… a lot.”
you start scrolling.
without thinking, he reaches over and takes your hand, thumb brushing slowly over your knuckles while you look for the first question. he’s focused on the laptop screen, completely absentminded about it.
you don’t react, just keep reading.
“okay,” you say. “first one- how did you guys meet?”
joe leans back slightly. “mutual friends. and i watched one of her videos”
you nod. “very normal.”
“no dramatic music” he adds. “no running through airports.”
you grin. “you did spill a drink on me.”
he immediately points at you. “you walked into me.”
“you were moving weird”
“i was standing still!”
you look at the camera. “he was not standing still.”
he shakes his head, smiling like this argument has happened before.
you scroll again.
“first impression of each other?”
you think. “i thought you were quieter than you actually are.”
joe laughs. “that’s cause i was nervous.”
“i thought you were nice,” he says after a second. “and funny. but also slightly intimidating.”
you stare at him. “me?”
“you talk to everyone like you’ve known em' for ten years.”
“…that’s just being friendly.”
“terrifying” he says, nodding.
you laugh and keep scrolling.
“okay… who said ‘i love you’ first?”
you glance at him immediately, he already looks resigned.
“…me” he says.
you grin. “yep.”
he points at you accusingly. “but you knew it was coming.”
“i did not.”
“you absolutely did.”
you turn toward him. “tell it correctly then.”
he sighs, smiling despite himself.
“we were walking home,” he says. “late. and you were talking about something completely unrelated, like snacks or something.”
“it was important" you interrupt.
“i’m sure it was,” he says. “and i just said it. mid-conversation.”
you laugh quietly. “completely out of nowhere.”
“yeah,” he admits. “and then you stopped walking.”
“because you surprised me!”
he looks at the camera. “she stared at me for like ten full seconds.”
“i was processing”
“longest ten seconds of my life.”
you bump his shoulder. “i said it back.”
“eventually” he says, smiling.
his thumb traces another absent circle across your hand without him noticing.
you scroll again, cheeks slightly warm.
“okay next, who apologises first after an argument?”
both of you answer immediately.
“him.”
“me.”
you look at each other.
joe shrugs. “i don’t like tension.”
“he apologises even when it’s not his fault” you tell the camera.
“peacekeeping” he says.
you shake your head, smiling.
next question.
“who takes longer to get ready?”
“her” joe says instantly.
“him” you say at the exact same time.
you turn toward him. “you rehearse jackets.”
“jackets matter.”
you laugh. “you own more hair products than i do.”
he looks genuinely offended. “not true.”
you raise an eyebrow.
“…maybe equal” he admits.
you scroll again.
“favorite thing to do together when you’re not working?”
joe answers first this time. “nothing.”
you nod immediately. “yeah. honestly nothing.”
he explains, “like just staying in. cooking badly-”
“i cook fine now.”
“-watching movies,” he continues over you, smiling. “going on walks. normal stuff.”
you glance at him. “we’re very exciting.”
“incredibly.”
you read another.
“who is more affectionate?”
you both pause.
“…him” you say.
joe looks surprised. “really?”
you nod. “you’re always like-” you gesture vaguely with your free hand, meaning the hand holding, the leaning, the small touches he never notices.
he looks down at your joined hands like he’s only just realised.
“…oh.”
you laugh quietly. “yeah.”
he doesn’t let go though.
next question.
“do you like being in the vlogs?”
joe thinks for a second.
“…i do,” he says finally. “they’re just normal days, nothin staged.”
you nod. “that’s the point.”
he glances at you. “also i can’t really avoid them anyway.”
“you’ve accepted your fate.”
“i’ve embraced it.”
you scroll to one last question.
“okay, last one. what’s something small the other person does that makes you happy?”
you hum thoughtfully.
“he makes coffee for me even when he’s half asleep,” you say. “and he remembers really random things i say once and brings them up weeks later.”
joe shrugs like it’s nothing.
your turn.
he thinks longer this time.
“…you talk to me even when you’re doing something else,” he says. “like you’ll just keep a conversation going from another room.”
you smile. “that’s cause you never hear me the first time.”
“not true.”
you give him a look.
“…sometimes true” he admits.
you close the laptop.
“okay,” you say. “that’s all for questions.”
joe gives a small wave toward the camera.
you laugh. “they like you.”
he shakes his head a little, smiling anyway.
you lean forward to turn the camera off, but before it cuts, he squeezes your hand once and quietly asks, “we getting food after this?”
you nod. “obviously.”
the video ends mid-conversation.
- comments from the video
user: HE SAID I LOVE YOU MID CONVERSATION
user: him realising he was holding her hand the whole time???
user: “longest ten seconds of my life” i'm emotional
user: the way they remember tiny things about each other 🥲
There was a YouTuber-sponsored loaded fries special at my local café. I ordered it, and was served one raw carrot. I complained, they apologized, took away the carrot and brought out one raw parsnip.
Idk if Athena has a Tumblr account but I'm not going to tag either way. I already tagged her twice when I posted this onto my TikTok and Instagram yesterday. I don't wanna keep tagging her, I feel like it's getting annoying lol Anyways she was fun to draw :)
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