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Backstage - Joe Keery
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"Got my whole supply there, every last pill. It's for you?"
"No. They're for my mom. Well, my foster mom."
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-marmalade spoilers
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Imagine Eddie coming home exhausted from his shitty day to the point that he’s nonverbal. He’s touch starved, he wants your loving embrace, especially after seeing you’ve got on your oversized maxi cardigan that’s perfectly thick and cozy like a robe made from a knitted blanket that makes your form perfectly soft and snuggly. But… you’ve got on your leave me alone face after your own long shitty day that also made you nonverbal, just wanting to lay on the couch and fry your brain while channel surfing. So he just lingers by the armrest that your head was propped up on with a pillow until you acknowledge his presence after a few minutes.
as eyes climb up his body looking upward, you’re then staring at each other with deadpan expressions. Today’s world just a little too harsh on your tired brains, he then sees a short push of air from your nose as your lip twitches a faint smile before eyes shift and roll telling Eddie without words,
‘Fine. Get over here.’
as you open up your huge cardigan that you had crossed over your front, warm hands that were just tucked under arms feel the chill of the apartment as they’re raised with an outstretch of limbs as an invitation. Eddie finally smiles since walking over the threshold, your rolling wrists waving, beckoning him closer (also revealing a specific Slayer shirt he was looking for the other day) and positions himself to lay right on top of you.
His weight on top of yours pushes the air from your lungs through your nose in a silent sigh but the pressure feels wonderful. You can feel the tension held between anxious shoulders melt away as he just relaxes his entire body on yours and you both sink into the couch cushions. You tug up the sweater to cross over Eddie’s back, arms wrapped around to keep him in a tight cashmere cocoon with you as he tucks and folds his elbows at your sides, wrists at your ribs, and as he’s inside of the wrap, his finger starts playing with the little hole just below the underarm that he’s been meaning to mend for a while now.
resting between your legs, using your chest as a pillow for his aching head, Eddie inhales your faint soft and floral perfume on the black shirt’s faded graphics of flaming letters and pentagrams made of swords. His hair smells wind blown, the little frizzy strands at the top of his mop tickling your face as you press your cheek to his crown as he watches you still not having decided what to watch until a commercial piqued both of your interests and at the same time rumbly voices lift and finally speak,
“Ooo… stuffed crust pizza.”
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JOE KEERY as BARON
Marmalade (2024) dir. Keir O'Donnell
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HANDS
In the present he sculpts words, but in the past he sculpted monuments (aka, he's got sculptors hands)
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