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And if I write fic about him đŠđ˝âđťđ¤˛đ˝âŚ

Canât stop thinking about himâŚhis lips in this scene almost pouting. His hair is always so perfect man Iâm crying and his molesâ *tears streaming down my legs*
man written by a woman energy








remembering the time I cried because of Joe Keery. It was a while ago but all I remember was I was rolling around in my bed while my cat stared at me confused as hell and I was just sobbing "he's so preettyyyy"
I realized I genuinely feel more comfortable pretending to be a fictional character online because I actually know their personality and I don't know my own (also gender)

Oh god oh fuck oh jesus fucking christ
me n bestie when Joe Keery does literally anything:

introducing myself :)
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I go by L or Liam (mostly L) :) My birthday is on April 20th
My obvious obsessions are joe keery, joe quinn, stranger things, steddie, will wood, etc, but I also like true crime and stuff :]
Moonlight part 1 (werewolf Steve x vampire Eddie, pre s4)
Moonlight part 2
Moonlight part 3
(I think we got up to part 6 but I canât find them to put the links)
More to come! (Currently on hiatus for personal reasons)
I will do angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, pining, best friend pining, enemies to lovers, oblivious reader or character, I can also just do friends, no lovers! Or family! Possibly smut
pls request if u want. I'll do:
STRANGER THINGS
â˘Steve Harrington x reader (any pronouns)
â˘Eddie Munson x reader (any pronouns)
â˘Stevie Harrington x reader (any pronouns)
â˘Steddie
â˘Robin Buckley x fem or gn reader
â˘Max Mayfield x reader (any pronouns)
â˘Lucas Sinclair x reader (any pronouns)
â˘Dustin Henderson x reader (any pronouns)
â˘Jane Hopper x reader (any pronouns)
Iâm so sorry, but I no longer do Heathers. I felt uncomfortable writing it, mainly because it wasnât much my style
I no longer do Harry Potter for obvious reasons
OTHER
â˘Kurt Kunkle X reader (any pronouns)
â˘Walter "Keys" Mckey x reader (any pronouns)
â˘Joe Keery X reader (any pronouns)
â˘Joseph quinn X reader (any pronouns)
â˘Gator Tillman X reader (any pronouns)
â˘Baron x reader (any pronouns) (will do after I watch marmalade)
â˘Eric aqpdo x reader (any pronouns)
Hey sorry they keep making your boyfriend a himbo. Yeah he's got no other obvious personality other than looking pretty n being dumb now, hope you're into that.
Driver's License | Keys


You decide to tease your friend after seeing his real name on his ID â coworker!keys x reader fluff
warnings: alcohol consumption since the oneshot takes place at a bar
words: 0.8k
a/n: this is my first keys fic and I know this is niche as hell but i've been obsessed with him lately so expect more lol

The bar was one of the more popular onesâwhich means thereâs sometimes a line outside in the coldâbut it was the one you always went to because it was walking distance from work. You, Keys, and Mouser stood in line shivering and wondering what was taking so damn long.Â
âShould we just go somewhere else?â You asked the guys.Â
âNo, itâs fine.â Keys answered. âWeâre almost at the front anyways.â
Mouser looked like he was about to say otherwise, but then dropped his protests. âKeys, can you like, stand on your toes and see whatâs going on?â
He obliged and stood up as tall as he could, looking for the front of the line. After a few seconds of the most perfect posture youâd ever seen on your friend, he slumped back down to his normal height.Â
âItâs not the regular bouncer. This oneâs checking, like, everyoneâs IDs for five minutes each.â Keys explained, pulling out his wallet already.
You held back a laugh at the obvious hyperbole and thanked him for the update on what was taking this line so long to move.Â
Keys was right; you were actually close to the front of the line. It was still unbearably cold and it wasnât even winter yet. Keys saw your discomfort and wrapped an arm around you. Maybe that was more than a coworker slash friend should do, but hey, you work at a video game company: nothing was really like other workplaces.Â
Once you were finally at the doors, the new bouncer asked for IDs from all three of youâwhich you thought was ridiculous because none of you looked like you were minorsâand thoroughly scanned each one of them.Â
Yours was first, and maybe the quickest. Mouser showed his ID next, and then it was Keysâ turn. The worker looked at his driverâs license for longer than he had yours and Mouserâs, then passed it back to Keys with the card in between his index and middle finger.Â
Keys seemed to be in a rush to put it back into his wallet, and when you caught a glimpse of it as he shut the leather flaps, you understood why.Â
Your friend had never told you his real name before. Come to think of it, you werenât sure heâs told anyone. What was perhaps his biggest secret was now in your hands, and there were infinite possibilities on what to do with it.Â
You kept quiet while the group picked a booth to sit at, then went up to order a round of kamikaze shots to start the night off with a bang. After youâd all taken one shot together, Mouser went off to use the washroom, leaving just you and Keys together.Â
Impatient as always, you had decided now was the time to do something with your newly acquired information. Biting back a smile, you tried to act as inconspicuous as possible.Â
âYou know what?â You started. âI know we still have a round of shots, but Iâm gonna head up to the bar and get something with as many maraschino cherries as theyâll let me have. Do you want anything?â
He shook his head, smiling at your drink request. âNo, Iâm alright. Iâll stay here.â
You stood up, bringing a dollar bill from your purse to tip the bartender. âOkay, Iâll be back, Walter.â
He didnât even notice your use of his name at first. But when your words played back over in his headâas most things you say to him doâhis eyes widened and he shot up from the seat.Â
âHow did youâ I donât tell people my real name.â Keys said softly but urgently.Â
You smiled at him. âI know. I saw it on your driverâs license outside. I just wanted to tease you a bit since Iâm now one of the only people in the world who knows it.â
âYou are.â He confirmed. âJust, please donât use it at work or anything. I just think itâs embarrassing.â
âMore embarrassing than âKeysâ?â You giggled. You started walking towards the bar, and he followed closely behind. âYou donât need to worry, though. I like being the keeper of your secret.â
Relief washed over his face. âThank you.â
You waved over one of your favourite bartenders, then brought your attention back to Keys. âJust for the record, I actually like your real name. Itâs like a cute old man you live next to and bring in the newspaper for.âÂ
He bit the inside of his cheek and stood up from the barstool. âYou know, just for that, I do want a drink. Youâre buying it for me.â
You rubbed his upper arm to confirm there was nothing bad between you. âIâll surprise you, Walt.â You told him as he walked back to your booth.Â
Unsurprisingly, you were met with his turned back and a middle finger flipped at you.Â

I love Keys <3
Driver's License | Keys


You decide to tease your friend after seeing his real name on his ID â coworker!keys x reader fluff
warnings: alcohol consumption since the oneshot takes place at a bar
words: 0.8k
a/n: this is my first keys fic and I know this is niche as hell but i've been obsessed with him lately so expect more lol

The bar was one of the more popular onesâwhich means thereâs sometimes a line outside in the coldâbut it was the one you always went to because it was walking distance from work. You, Keys, and Mouser stood in line shivering and wondering what was taking so damn long.Â
âShould we just go somewhere else?â You asked the guys.Â
âNo, itâs fine.â Keys answered. âWeâre almost at the front anyways.â
Mouser looked like he was about to say otherwise, but then dropped his protests. âKeys, can you like, stand on your toes and see whatâs going on?â
He obliged and stood up as tall as he could, looking for the front of the line. After a few seconds of the most perfect posture youâd ever seen on your friend, he slumped back down to his normal height.Â
âItâs not the regular bouncer. This oneâs checking, like, everyoneâs IDs for five minutes each.â Keys explained, pulling out his wallet already.
You held back a laugh at the obvious hyperbole and thanked him for the update on what was taking this line so long to move.Â
Keys was right; you were actually close to the front of the line. It was still unbearably cold and it wasnât even winter yet. Keys saw your discomfort and wrapped an arm around you. Maybe that was more than a coworker slash friend should do, but hey, you work at a video game company: nothing was really like other workplaces.Â
Once you were finally at the doors, the new bouncer asked for IDs from all three of youâwhich you thought was ridiculous because none of you looked like you were minorsâand thoroughly scanned each one of them.Â
Yours was first, and maybe the quickest. Mouser showed his ID next, and then it was Keysâ turn. The worker looked at his driverâs license for longer than he had yours and Mouserâs, then passed it back to Keys with the card in between his index and middle finger.Â
Keys seemed to be in a rush to put it back into his wallet, and when you caught a glimpse of it as he shut the leather flaps, you understood why.Â
Your friend had never told you his real name before. Come to think of it, you werenât sure heâs told anyone. What was perhaps his biggest secret was now in your hands, and there were infinite possibilities on what to do with it.Â
You kept quiet while the group picked a booth to sit at, then went up to order a round of kamikaze shots to start the night off with a bang. After youâd all taken one shot together, Mouser went off to use the washroom, leaving just you and Keys together.Â
Impatient as always, you had decided now was the time to do something with your newly acquired information. Biting back a smile, you tried to act as inconspicuous as possible.Â
âYou know what?â You started. âI know we still have a round of shots, but Iâm gonna head up to the bar and get something with as many maraschino cherries as theyâll let me have. Do you want anything?â
He shook his head, smiling at your drink request. âNo, Iâm alright. Iâll stay here.â
You stood up, bringing a dollar bill from your purse to tip the bartender. âOkay, Iâll be back, Walter.â
He didnât even notice your use of his name at first. But when your words played back over in his headâas most things you say to him doâhis eyes widened and he shot up from the seat.Â
âHow did youâ I donât tell people my real name.â Keys said softly but urgently.Â
You smiled at him. âI know. I saw it on your driverâs license outside. I just wanted to tease you a bit since Iâm now one of the only people in the world who knows it.â
âYou are.â He confirmed. âJust, please donât use it at work or anything. I just think itâs embarrassing.â
âMore embarrassing than âKeysâ?â You giggled. You started walking towards the bar, and he followed closely behind. âYou donât need to worry, though. I like being the keeper of your secret.â
Relief washed over his face. âThank you.â
You waved over one of your favourite bartenders, then brought your attention back to Keys. âJust for the record, I actually like your real name. Itâs like a cute old man you live next to and bring in the newspaper for.âÂ
He bit the inside of his cheek and stood up from the barstool. âYou know, just for that, I do want a drink. Youâre buying it for me.â
You rubbed his upper arm to confirm there was nothing bad between you. âIâll surprise you, Walt.â You told him as he walked back to your booth.Â
Unsurprisingly, you were met with his turned back and a middle finger flipped at you.Â
