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NICO ROBIN I LOVE YOU
#i shreeked#i love her so much i will suspend my disbelief about the weight of those things<3#nico robin#one piece#thriller bark#devil fruit#angel wings#robin one piece#robin op#op robin#thriller bark arc#devil fruit powers#super powers#fantasy#op
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this is from the cute tiktok i saw yesterday >-<
waiter!toji who in his tight button up shirt and black pants attends the diners, writing down the order with small nods and smiles
customer!y/n looks around, eyes stopping at the brawny hot waiter standing across her by the nearby table
the sight makes you pause, food still in your mouth as you nudge your brother.
“Junior, look up” your brother follows your eyes, brows up bemused when he glances at the man. “huh... what?”
“isn’t he cute? i’m talking 'bout the waiter” you whisper quitely enough for your dad and mom to not eavesdrop, well you try to.
your brother looks up again, as if to check your description “cute... yeah” he snorts out softly, going back on scrolling his phone.
anything but cute. he thinks.
your dad who sits across you, turns his head to note the person you were gossiping with your sibling about being all that smiley face.
it's your dad who chuckles this time, eyes breifly at you before they turn towards the waiter again. he calls for him with a hand as you watch the hot waiter arrive at your table with thick veiny hands clasped in front like a gentleman. you don't know what your dad wanted help with but if you could thank him right now, you would.
only if you knew what was about to unfold.
“my daughter thinks you're cute”
waiter toji freezes for a split second, dumbfounded.
you swear you almost choked on your food. your eyes fly to look up at him, and there was barely a difference in the expression you both wear. it's just a moment before you freak out flustered.
“dad, stop!” you shreek, or more like squeak
there's your brother filming all this as your mom facepalms herself while shaking with the force of her own suppressed laughs.
dammit, dads just need to embarrass their kids
you practically slip down your seat in an attempt to disappear from reality, hands pressing down on your flustered face hiding it away from the man you were crushing on a minute ago.
things happen too fast for toji to catch up and a small titter is all he could manage.
“oh... um. i’m- i’m thankful ”
and if he didn't look cute before, with the little red hue of his face—he does now.
even with his shy little bow before he walks away, he felt strangely no discomfort... it rather made his day
© gojoshooter
A/N: i was thinking about this all night 😭😵💫 did you enjoy it?
TAGS: @4sat0ruu @tojisun @therealjustpeachesback @pretty-toru @robynnnhooddd @nanamikentoseyebags
#and he doesn't leave before taking your phone number the next time#shy toji#toji headcanons#toji x y/n#toji x you#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#jjk toji#fushiguro toji#waiter toji#jujutsu kaisen#jjk headcanons#jjk#toji fluff hcs#toji drabbles#drabble#yashi drabbles
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I Think They Like Eachother
♡♡-Request: Choso's little brother Yuuji, likes your little sister. They hang out all the time and eventually, you two start hanging out. You're nervous and shy because of the scar on your face, but Choso falls for you anyway.
☆☆-Warnings: modern AU, choso and reader are in their 20s, yuuji is 10-11, fluffy, mentions of a scar
"Heading to her house again?" Choso chuckled, ruffling the pink strands on Yuuji's head. The smaller boy pouted, pink dusting over his cheeks as he smacked his hand away. "So what if I am?" It was cute how much his brother liked your little sister. And judging how when they would hang out, your little sister liked him too. He'd never met you; heard that you worked at a coffee shop downtown. And you were never home when he dropped Yuuji off. He'd spoken to you a few times though, over the phone. Your little sister had given him your number, for emergencies.
His phone rang just as he picked up his keys. "Hello?"
"Hi…I know Yuuji was supposed to come over today but my parents aren't home and I have to work. Could they hang out at your place instead?" Choso always thought your voice sounded soft…and cute. "Sure, I don't mind. I'm sure those two could find something to do here." He heard you give a sigh of relief, a little girl in the background talking your ear off about how excited she was. "Cool. We'll be there in ten. Bye.."
"Bye." He hung up, setting his keys back down. "Change of plans, she's coming over here instead."
"What!" Yuuji shreeked, immediately running upstairs. He shook his head; ah, young love. A knock came at the door around ten minutes later. And for some reason, Choso was nervous. This would be the first time he saw you. He wasn't sure how he hadn't at least caught a glimpse of you, funny how that happens. Wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, he opened the door. Breath catching in his throat when he looked at you. You were…beautiful. And you had a scar that ran through your eye down to the top of your cheek. It was cute.
"Hi…" you said nervously, looking anywhere but directly at him. You were then pushed a little, your little sister barging her way in. Right.
"Yuuji! She's here,"Choso called back, hand resting on the door. The sound of feet rang through the house. Yuuji stood at the top of the stairs, pink on his cheeks as he proceeded to run down them. Tripping a little at the end but recovered quickly, his hand snatching your little sisters' "Let's go!" Yuuji tugged her hand and led her into the living room. Where paper and crayons laid on the table.
Choso couldn't help but smile as he watched the scene unfold. Unknowing that you were staring at him. "She really likes him huh?" He questioned, chuckling softly before looking back at you. You nodded. "Yeah…she hasn't stopped talking about him. It looks like he likes her too." You nodded your head towards the two, giggling as they drew each other holding hands.
"Yeah, he even rushed upstairs to clean his room quickly when I said she was coming over." You giggled and it was the sweetest sound Choso had ever heard.
"Well, I'm glad she's in good hands. My mom should pick her up later, thank you, again." You gave him a smile, waving your hand before heading back to your car. His heart beating wildly in his chest.
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Since that day, you and Choso had been talking more. Texting and even calling, and when you had time off, he would ask you to hang out. He had fallen for you and your kind nature. Your sweet laugh and beautiful smile. But he didn't have the courage to tell you and he didn't know, but you liked him too. Too scared to say it. Good thing you both have nosy little siblings, who set out to play matchmaker after your little sister mentioned the lingering looks. But still, they were 10 after all, so the extent of their plan was to simply lock you two in a room together.
Choso sighed, "I don't know what's gotten into them." He shook his head, taking a seat on the bed. You sighed, still smacking at the door, begging them to let you out. Explaining how you had work soon and you couldn't be late.
"We're not letting you out till you confess!" "Yeah!" Yuuji agreed, giggling.
"Confess? Confess what?" You sighed again, resting your forehead against the door. You don't remember doing anything that would warrant a confession. "I think..I know what they're talking about." Warmth flooded his cheeks as he wiped his hands on his pants. "A confession…I, well. I like you. Romantically." He cleared his throat, looking away. You didn't say anything and it filled his stomach with nerves. Were you rejecting him? Then he heard feet, walking towards him and a gentle hand pressed to his cheek. "I like you too." His eyes widened before he smiled. "Really?" He found himself placing his hand in yours, watching as you nodded your head. Two voices saying, "Yes!" Outside the door caught his attention. He shook his head,
"How about I take them for ice cream while I take you to work?"
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#jjk#jujutsu kaisen choso#jujutsu kaisen x reader#choso x reader#jjk choso#choso fluff#choso kamo#jujutsu kaisen#lovelies requests
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Male! Clawdeen x gn! Reader
Prompt- Claws and the reader are having a movie night at his house
They/them pronouns
Fluff
Nickname for the reader-sugar
(F/c) means favorite color
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It was a beautiful night, and within a distance a house with two love birds where getting ready for their monstrous movie night
Those two where Claws and [Name] the two where getting ready with making popcorn, fruit smoothies, and filling a big bowl with m&m's for the two of them alone
Yes alone, this was surprising since this was at Claws's home, and usually there would be the pups, the older siblings, plus the parents.
Though somehow each of them had something to do so that left the couple all by themselves which was great since they had been planning to have a movie night filled with laughter and lots of food in their stomachs
The two did truly planed everything for this night, even matching pj's thanks to Claws being the tailor that he was, had made a set with purple and (f/c) and it had turned out supper shreek a bonus was they where made of silk so supper comfortable
"Hey Claws" called [name] from the other side of the kitchen as they pop the popcorn "yes sugar?" Claws looked back at them with a smile as he poured the smoothies into the cups "you agreed for romcoms right?" They asked "yes sugar, but which one are you putting on first I saw you brought multiple CD's to chose from"
He turned back to the cups and placed down the blender pourer back to its place giving [name] some time to figure out what they wanted to put on first since it wa true that brought a lot of CD movies,the majority being romcoms which they liked the most since they where harmless fun with a cute romance.
Getting the popcorn bags from the microwave [name] walked over granted juggling between the two hot bags "let me help you" Claws quickly grabbed the popcorn bags from put them on the counter and grabbed two more bowls, they would have shared but [Name] would have devoured the bag leaving the poor guy with just a smoothie aswell as possible a few candy bits, which speaking of would be supper good right about now to [Name]
They shook their head and helped Claws getting a tray for their snacks, they held on the the handels as Claws placed the two's snacks on it, afterwards he gave them a kiss kn the lips making [Name] giggle at their boyfriend's cute antics then started their way to the living room Claws right behind them
Sitting on the big couch [Name] grabbed the CD book and started to look over the options, Claws got close and looked over their shoulder and seeking his arm around [Name] waist gently rubbing their side with his hand making them stop for a second but quickly continued looking over the CD's with a smile on their features, making him snicker as he straightened up next to them
"What about this one?" They held up one to Claws, he examined it and read the tittle "50 first frights, the one with Adam frightner" he looked at them with a smile "that is a good one, made you laugh so hard from that one scene" he nudged [Name]'s shoulder "HAhaha I know, I couldn't help it though! Claws puts his hand on [Name]'s face and leand in and kissed their cheek " I know sugar, now let me put this in the CD player and we'll cuddle" he got up and placed the CD in and sat back down
[Name] pulled the blanket on the two of them and got closer snuggling to him "thanks for organizing this for us" they turned to Claws and kissed him on the lips he hummed withing the kiss sending a low vibration between the two
"Alright let's watch the movie" [Name] ended the kiss making Claws huff but didn't protest instead started to eat his popcorn in unison of [name] eating the candy
Half way of the movie [Name] turned to Claws and decided to lay on top of him, he gladly let them and change is position being under them, he put his hands on their hips and squeeze them softly making [Name] melt into him, he kissed on top of their head "I love you sugar"
A sweet intimate moment between them too add into their couple memories, a bubble of comfort and love just for the two.
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(Hehe did you get the Adam Sandler reference and the movie reference it's one he's in, he's such a great actor btw the movie i used was 50 first dates)
Anyway hope you liked this one! look at me on a role with these oneshots so proud of me haha
Please comment or reblog to let me know you liked it have a wonderful day and stay hydrated
You can find my oneshots at my wattpad marialikeswritting or quotev at also the same name marialikeswritting so please don't copy and paste since these are already on those websites
#monster high x reader#monster high x you#clawdeen wolf x reade#genderbent#fanfiction#x reader#character x reader#character x you#x you#x you fluff#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#monster high#monster high fandom
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Just a little thing I did. Eh not too bad I suppose? Slightly a bit agnst but I'm not too sure. :3
"I will not accept being this disrespected! I did what I can to save the world! I didn't just-" "ADMIT IT. You have that power to her. You gave the power, that can help your father, that can MAKE HIM PROUD, to your enemy! Isn't that great? The one, and only son of the DEMON BULL KING, gave up the samadhi fire! Taught her how to harness it, when he couldn't do it himself when he was a child! For many years and was defeated! She took it away from you, you helped her! Despite knowing SHE DOESN'T DESERVE IT." It backfires at him. Laughing. Mockery...
"The all mighty Red Son."
"Do not use that title as a mere insult, faker!" He tried to use force to get rid of this... Pest. Such unwanted attention of a mere negative thoughts. Frustrating, irritated, demanding that, thing, to shut it's disgusting mouth!
"Don't go blame on me now... You actually gave it! You gave up the power you were born with! Admit it Red Son! You failed. You failed! Don't hear me? I'll tell again!" It laughs and shreeks happily. This isn't Mei, she would never! This pest is taking her form!
Why is he here?... He shouldn't be here... He hates it here... All this. All of thi-
"... Admit it Red Son. You're nothing. Without power. You have nothing. Like what your father said. Nothing but disappointment."
(I realized I forgetten his scar so I fixed it immediately 🥲)
#lego mei#lmk fandom#fanfic#mei lmk#lmk red boy#lmk red son#red son monkie kid#lmk redson#slight angst#angst#angst red son#angst mei#angst lmk#dragonfruit lmk#lmk#lego monkie kid#lego monkey kid fanart
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❝𝘼 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙈𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃𝙁𝙐𝙇 𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂❞ ✦
sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs : In which adeptus a like each other gather together once in a while.
ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ғᴀᴛᴇ: ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: spoilers for lantern rite event, mentions of pings adeptus name. spoiler for zhongli's story quest a bit.
ᴛᴀɢ: morax x reader, guizhong x ping implied, thirdwheel cloud retainer
Laughter could be heard around Mt. Aozang. As streetward rambler and guizhong argued. "You too one day will see, ping, how marvelous these humans are what one human can achieve is beyond us God's and or Adepti expect" spoke Guizhong as she marvelled about humans and their beautiful complex spirits.
A sigh left Streetward rambler's lips. She did not understand Guizhong. As she looked at her eyes, talking about the humans with much fondness. A giggle left [Name]'s lips. The God of Salt is also known as Havria, a name that her people called her, but, to her friends she was [name]. A gentle God people say.
"You two act like you are always having a lovers quarrel" a pink blemished adorned guizhong cheeks. "Hmph! You are one to talk [name]. One notices you giving a certain someone a look of admiration not the friendly type" Cloud retainer spoke suddenly with a smirking face rested on her face. Guizhong nodded thinking Cloud Retainer had defended her. "One did not defend you, as [name] had spoken the truth" spoke once more.
"Cloud Retainer! I thought u were on my side!!" Guizhong said with a joking tone of anger. "But you didn't deny my statement though" [name] gives guizhong and streetward rambler an eye brow raise. As laughter once again filled the air. It was peaceful. "What are you all discussing, as it seems to be of interest to cause such laughter?" Morax has said arriving out of nowhere.
A shreek had left [name]'s lips from the sudden voice that came from right next to her. 'When did he arrive?'. An airy laugh left Morax's mouth. "My dear friend [name] your face says it all "When did he arrive?" Is what you are thinking?"
"Since when did you read minds, Morax? You are already as silent as the night and now you read minds. Your talent is beyond the Celestial Gods." [Name] speaks with sarcasm and casualness in her voice. "You praise me too much, Dear [name]" Morax says as he bends down to be at eye level with [name] who was sitting down.
"Hmph! Look at them flirting in one's presence, and then insist that they are just friends" Yet Cloud Retainer's voice was ignored as Streetward rambler and Guizhong had continued arguing as [Name] and Morax continue to praise each other. As an irk formed on Cloud Retainer's head, and transformed to her bird form and had flown off. "One's presence is not appreciated here, hmph! and here I thought this gathering would be different"
#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact fanfics#genshin fanfic#morax x y/n#morax x reader#rex lapis#rex lapis x reader#fanfic
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WEBCOMIC TIME BABEY! I’m after months of hard planning and designing I’m finally gonna write about these bad boys 🥳
SHREEK LIFE
“New schools can be scary! In the state of Organ, Louis is a freshman looking to answer some of life’s undead questions. Having to share a dorm with two insufferable roommates, he finds himself trying to undertake college life with others! I guess resting in peace wasn’t an option…”
Keep an eye out ! More information coming soon 🕸️
#webcomic#webtoon#webcomic artist#character design#original comic#wuggyzjuice#art#digital art#illustration#horror#monster#zombie#ghost#vampire#shreeklife
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Corrupt Girlfriend part 7
Day 6
After not having sex for the past few days, you feel odd.You see Ashley taking a picture.
"What are you doing?"
She playfully responds
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"I would."
"You will see.."
You get ready for work disappointed at all your missing. upon arriving you get on with your work.
Later in the day, you're in a meeting when you decide to text Ashley and head to the toilets.
Hey babe I miss you.
Sorry shes alittle busy right now.
You get a video from your gf..
She doesn't seem to know they took her phone.
"Oh my god, you guys are so big."
"God, I think im in heaven!"
You watch as they use her
yea man I told you shes a total whore
She's good, too.
"fuck you both are so much bigger than him ugh!"
You hear slups and splashes from her mouth and pussy as they fuck her.
The video suddenly cuts off.
Feeling a rush, you finish work early again and get home as fast as you can. You Hear your girlfriend shreeking from the livingroom
"UGhhh Keep fucking me"
"uuh uUHh"
You move to the living room ,You walk in to find your girlfriend being used like a piece of meat.
"YES YES YES"
"You like that bitch?"
"I do I do! Keep going! uGhhh"
You see dicks in both her holes.
They dont notice you.
She starts begging them
"I wanna feel you both filling my pussy! please.."
They flip her around and waste no time giving her what she wants.
"Oh my fucking god I'm cumming again. GUaH!"
They spot you as your girlfriend is cumming on their thick cocks.
"hah looks like we have a visitor."
"Oh Don't mind him just keep fucking me! he likes this.."
She's completely broken.
"Hey man, you wanna turn"
She interjects.
"NO! I wanna feel filled up right now he can go another day.."
"Sorry"
The men shrug it off and start to really get into her.
You notice a butt plug inside her Shes filled.
They spin her around again
This angle really hits her good.
Your girlfriend is sobbing
"Oh god You made me cum again it feels so goo- uuuhhh"
"PLease fill me up. That's all i want! PLEASE!"
"I never wanna go back!"
You watch as all three of them cum hard filling your girlfriend
The men exchange numbers with her and leave.
Ashley is left shaking on the couch
"Let's go to bed baby you earned a reward."
You carry her upstairs and place her onto the bed. Ashley then presents herself to you.
"I know you haven't got it in a while, so here is your chance."
You cock is hard as a rock already leaking from the show you just witnessed.
Her pussy is full of cum and cream still pulsing from the pleasure.
You enter.
As you fuck her their cum leaks from her pussy
"Can you feel their cum?"
She moans
"It's the perfect lube right?"
You shamefully stay silent.
But her words make you want to cum.
"You like watching other men own me, right?"
"making me there bitch."
Shes turning herself on.
Her Pussy tightens.
"yes"
"fuck me harder like they did."
"fuck me like a whore!"
She's really getting into this.
You pick up the pace but immediately start to cum.
"Oh i'm cumming HUhh"
"fuck fuck me too!"
"Well, I hope you're satisfied. Have a good night, baby."
You lay there feeling proud and drift off to sleep.
#corruption#dumb thicc#phat ass white girl#dumbification#bimboification#brainwashed#mind conditioning#cheating sex#bimbo doll#cheating woman
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"Sorry to interrupt the concert," Steve starts as he stands on the stage, Corroded Coffin's band frowning in confusion as a hat wearing boy walks over to Eddie and starts messing with his clothes, "but Eddie has no sense for dates and the official we hired is refusing to reschedule."
Steve pauses long enough to glance at a suddenly pale Eddie.
"So, as long as you don't mind, I'd like to get married to the dumbest rockstar on the planet, preferably tonight." Steve tells them.
It takes a moment for understanding to sink in but when it does they shreek with approval.
Within moments the crowd has shifted so there is a clear path in the middle and someone grabs Steve from the stage and crowd surfs him to the far end as Eddie's people take the stage and set up like this was a given, the official scowling as he stands next to Eddie and the boy they know as Dustin, one of Eddie's biggest fans, or, in certain circles, his favorite child.
The band shares a look before they begin to play, it's a song that has never been played in concert before, softer than any song Corroded Coffin has ever played, it sounds almost like a lullaby and the crowd feels undeniably privledged to be part of this moment as Steve walks towards the stage
It's only when he gets closer that he realizes that the stairs are off to the side and he starts to veer towards them only to be blocked.
When he reaches the stage several of Eddie's fans kneel and help steady him as he uses their bent knees as steps, as they offer their shoulders to lift him up to the man tat holds his hand out to him to lift him up onto the stage and leads them to the official that waits for them.
And in the silence Eddie's mic picks up their vows of devotion, through hell and bat bites, through comas and recovery, and promises to love one another through accusations of murder and being a cult leader.
And Eddie and Steve vow forever on a stage in the middle of a concert during Corroded Coffin's first big tour, surrounded by their family and the fans that would eventually be friends, because Eddie would never forget the men and women who handed his fiance up to him, who didn't mind that the concert they paid for was interrupted so he could get married to the man he had loved long before said man carried him out of hell after breaking his ribs to restart his heart, a heart he'd promised would only ever beat for him.
And if he smiled when he noticed how his older fans steered his Steve away from the young kids that were copying his husband's style, if he followed the wave that happened that drew his gaze directly passed all those young ones that never had a chance to where his husband danced with their youngest child along to the beat that thrummed through the venue, well, Eddie was a smart enough man to know exactly what those children wanted.
It was too bad that none of them could hold a candle to the man that had saved his life, who had held his hand through a coma and the long painful recovery that followed, who kissed his scars and still got angry at him occasionally for being a hero after he'd told him not to be, who'd throw his balled up dirty socks at his head and told him to do the goddamned laundry, who kissed him in the glow of a movie they'd seen a thousand times, who dragged him into a fancy dance when he came home from recording another song for an album, who loved listening to him play him to sleep but never asked him to.
No, the kids wouldn't understand that there were some loves that happened only once in a lifetime, and how lucky it was that Eddie got the chance to be part of it.
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A/n: that wedding excerpt that I didn't promise you but wanted to be written.
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Hi love!
I was thinking of this situation where like rockstar!Joel is jealous/insecure of reader’s love interest in a movie while the reader and the kids laugh about it because Joel doesn’t seem to get that the reader’s love interest is more interested in Joel more than the reader but is a masculine (like maybe Scott Eastwood type, so cowboy and just overall male bravado energy) but Joel gets surprised seeing the love interest shreek at the sight of him asking for a picture and then the reader pokes fun and is like “heavy competition you got right?” and Joel is just blushing like crazy
I took this in a little bit of a different direction, but it's in the same vein!!
Just a Boy
Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader
Summary: Joel struggles with your newest castmate [1.3k]
Warnings: Joel being jealous/insecure, the tiniest bit of spice, I think that's it
When Joel finds out Barrett Trace got cast as your newest love interest in a Western period drama, he's only slightly jealous. Barrett is a 6'5 former University of Alabama baseball player with an insanely charming accent, curly hair, and that comforting Southern hospitality running through his blood. You and Joel have been married for six months when the casting news comes out, and the second he finds out about it, he walks into your office with a worried look on his face.
"What's up, baby?" You ask, barely looking up from your computer.
"Did you know who else was gonna be cast in On the Western Front?"
"Oh, yeah. Bear came in for a chemistry read about a month ago," you say. "He did really great. I think it's gonna be a fun movie."
"Bear?" He asks, and you finally look up to see him standing there, fiddling with his wedding band, and you smile.
"Joel Miller, are you jealous?" You ask, smirking, and he rolls his eyes.
"No," he grumbles. "Just don't understand why you gotta call him Bear." He says under his breath, and you laugh. You close your laptop and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Who's name is tacked onto mine?" You ask, and he sighs and wraps his arms around your waist.
"Mine." He says, and you nod. You knew you wanted to hyphenate your name long before you met Joel but worried that whoever you married might not be cool with it. Joel, however, loved the idea and had no problem with your choice not to completely change your name.
"And who did I promise to love no matter what in front of our friends and family in August?" You ask. He doesn't say anything, and you raise your eyebrows at him.
"Me."
"And who do I sleep next to every single night despite their awful snoring?"
"Okay, okay, I get it. You don't have to be mean bout it." He says, and you make a face.
"I was talking about Daisy. Not everything is about you, Joel," you joke, but he doesn't laugh. You take a deep breath and play with the curls at the nape of his neck. "I chose you, okay? I'll always choose you. Whatever relationship Barrett and I portray is fictional. It's work. That's all it is. You," you kiss his jaw and down his neck and feel him sigh at the feeling. "You are my husband. My incredibly talented, caring, loving, sexy husband who I get to spend the rest of my life with. There's nothing and no one who could ever change how much I love you." Your teeth scrape against his pulse point, pulling a familiar sound from the back of his throat, and you tug at the hem of his shirt.
"Are you tryna distract me from the fact that you're gonna pretend to be in love with someone else for the next few months?" He asks, putting a hand on your wrist to stop you.
"Why? Is it working?" You ask, and he whines your name. You lift your head to look at him and those big puppy dog eyes. You sigh and put your hands on his face to show him how serious you are. "I'm your wife. Yours. But I'm also an actor. This is a job, and Barrett is a coworker. When I leave set, I come home to you and our daughters. No one else. You have nothing to worry about, okay? Besides, once you meet Barrett, you'll see he's not a threat."
"Oh, I won't think the six-foot-five cowboy kissin' my wife is a threat?"
"Nope," you say as you kiss him. He relaxes and pulls you flush against him, his big hands wandering. You reach for his belt buckle and smile when you hear his breath hitch. "D'you need a reminder of how much I want you? Need me to show you that 'm yours?" You ask, and he nods breathlessly as he walks you backward until you fall onto the couch.
Needless to say, after having his way with you in your office, he feels a little more secure. Once filming starts, you do your best to avoid telling him about what you did that day at work, but people online can't stop talking about how excited they are to see the chemistry between you and Barrett. As soon as he heard it compared to Bridgerton, he cleared his schedule to come to set with you. It didn't matter how often you told him he didn't have to worry. He'd made up his mind, and there was no way to change it.
"I hope you know how ridiculous this is." You say as he walks beside you on your way to set.
"Can't I just support my wife while she works?"
"Oh, that's the only reason you're here? It has nothing to do with Barrett?"
"Who?" Joel asks, and you give him a look. You roll your eyes but decide to let him figure it out for himself. Barrett and the director, Maeve, are waiting for you in the middle of the fake town the crew built in the middle of the desert. The second Barrett sees you, he lights up and hugs you once you're close enough.
"Hey! What's goin' on?" He asks, squinting at you from under his cowboy hat, and you smile.
"D'you have a second? I've got someone I want you to meet." You say, and he nods. Together, you start walking over to where Joel is standing, but Barrett stops when he sees who it is.
"Are you shittin' me?" He asks, and you laugh. You grab his hand and half drag him over to where Joel is standing, giggling at the blush that's taken over his cheeks.
"Joel, this is Barrett. Barrett, this is my husband." You introduce them, and Barrett nervously shakes Joel's hand.
"This is so wild. I've been a fan of yours since you started." Barrett says, and Joel smiles half-heartedly.
"Thanks so much. I appreciate that."
"No, thank you. I met my husband at one of your concerts. We absolutely love your music," Barrett says as he flags down an intern who hands him his phone. "Could we actually take a picture? Ty's never gonna believe this." He asks, and Joel complies. You take a picture of them standing beside each other and silently bask in your victory. Barrett thanks you and quickly shoots the picture to his husband before looking at you.
"You ready for today?"
"Give me just two seconds to talk to Joel, and I'll meet you." You say, and he nods. He shakes Joel's hand again before leaving the two of you to talk. You cross your arms over your chest and smile as Joel stares at you guiltily.
"I'm sorry," he says. "You were right."
"What was that?" You ask, putting a hand to your ear like you didn't hear him. He sighs and rocks on the balls of his feet.
"You were right. I should've listened to you," he says. You step into him, rest your hands on his chest, and peck his lips. "I mean, can you blame me for bein' a little jealous? He's like James fuckin' Dean."
"It doesn't matter what he looks or acts like. You're my husband. No one could ever compare to you, okay?" You say, and he takes a deep breath before nodding. "I love you."
"I love you, too." He leans down to kiss you again, but you pause, refusing to meet him halfway.
"I need you to believe me when I tell you someone's not a threat because I'm not doing this every project. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
#one for the money two for the show request#one for the money two for the show#rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader#rockstar!joel#tlou au#the last of us au
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as soon as I saw in the subtitles that ted was going to talk about "shame" I thought if they cut to Colin now I'll scream and then they DID and I fucking SHREEKED
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Nothing i hate more then ppl trying to pull a “gotcha” n claim g1 was actually never altarnative , y2k or goth bcus uhh *checks list* they had some bad dolls (that came mainly from when they were transitioning to g2)
Litrealy who talks about greek shreek when noting that g1 had alot of goth & general altarnative influence everyone and their moms knows that line was bad yet ya all keep bringing up like its not common knowladge
#monster high#rant#garret sanders litrealy said he got inspired to make mh after seeing teen girlx get into subcultures like scene emo and yes even goth#mh was in production since 2007#but sure keep telling yourself it had absoultly no altarnative influence cus freaky fusion & greek shreek exist mhm mhm sure hun 🙄
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Huisain Jordan
"Um.. sorry. But you are right. I am not from here. I was a human."
"Good on you bud," the zapdos just shrugged to it before a piercing shreek came out
"SORRY HE IS STILL HERE? AFTER DISRESPECTING THE CHAOS SERPENT??"
//Not a serious ask taken,,,cant do much with it anyway,,,so chapter wont be cut in short bcs she mad rn
I just love Evander's emoji/resposne
#CNOB ???#pokemon#pkmn#pokeaskblog#pokeask#pokeblogging#pokemon ask blog#pokémon#Pokemon Fanart#pokemon mystery dungeon#pkmn fanart#PKMN Oc#pkmnart#pkmn rp#pkmn blog#pokeblog#galarian moltres#galarian zapdos#galarian articuno
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Random Gareth Emerson Headcanons:
this is literally the 3rd part of these, and yes, the hyperfixation on this sweet boy is still here (tw, I also accidentally deleted the past version of this and the suicidal tendencies really kicked in yk)
he's a Gryffindor, maybe a bit Hufflepuff but mostly Gryffindor
for my Percy Jackson fans, he's either Ares' or Hermes' kid
he's the type to dye red streaks in his hair after a mental breakdown at 3am
his pajamas consist of red checkered pants and a band tee (I'm looking respectfully sir👀)
is a theatre kid
he puts on full shows in his bedroom when his sister walks in and he SHREEKS
can you IMAGINE him singing at the top of his lungs Say My Name or The Room Where It Happens
he's a History and Science nerd, but is somehow shit at Maths
I'm sorry but he looks like he's about to ask you if you have games on your phone
he has SO MANY HOODIES and you get to steal all of them
don't know if I already said this but he's usually short on money so he handcrafts most of the gifts he gives and also makes a lot of his own jewelry
because he hasn't got a lot of money he makes the best presents, they're all thoroughly thought-out and personal to the individual
he can sew, maybe just as necessity, he can fix a button or shorten stuff I'm sure
wears mismatched socks on purpose
he wants to get industrial and helix piercings, tattoos too but he doesn't know what to get yet
Modern!Gareth loves Pokémon, has all the games and knows all of their names (it's his hyperfixation yes) and he says his favourite Pokémon is Emboar but it's actually Sylveon (he just thinks it's really pretty)
he looks like an Arcanine
him and his family (mom and younger sisters) have Sunday nights where they watch movies and play boardgames together and have junk food
when he introduces you to the family his sisters instantly invite you to these nights. he tries so hard to hide his excitement but he can't help but smile and giggle at the thought of you getting along with his family so well
his mom is so happy to see her son like this (she also very much loves you)
okay I got off track there
loves sci-fi, especially those stories where humans realize they've been treating robots and cyborgs like shit
also loves books with rebellions (totally projecting)
his favourite Disney movie is Mulan and yes, he currently has a crush on Li Shang (rightly so). he was probably his gay awakening
he uses dried flowers as bookmarks
him and Eddie stim together (Autistic Eddie and Gareth with ADHD)
probably said this already but his most common stim is bouncing his leg and clapping
he hates gum
any sort of gum, doesn't like it at all
his bed is full of cushions
LOVES dragons
he thinks they're so cool, they have FIRE and WINGS and they've got SCALES and they're BIG
always keeps the thing-y from cans (my English just died imsorry) and makes them into jewelry
he has the whole set of tools to do that too
he's also the one that fixes everything in the house
I also think that the whole of Corroded Coffin is going to live together in an apartment
once Jeff woke him up at 4am because a lightbulb went out in his room and didn't know how to turn fix it
that apartment is going to be a mess
no offence to them obviously, but they are teenage boys, what do you expect (I mean this with love I swear)
(for anyone who has read The Raven Cycle, it's going to be like the guy's apartment, even with the toilet in the kitchen)
the times they've forgotten that one of them is taking a shower and walked right in on them are countless
they always try to have some time together, since they're all busy with either work or college (I'm probably going to make another set of headcanons for this, it really just got my brain going)
can't decide if he'd either kill bugs without hesitation or if he'd be the guy to run away screaming
cause I know Eddie frees them into the wild
and I need to know if they're gonna fight about the bug's fate for 3 hours like they're meant to
Gareth would kill for chicken nuggets
i didn't feel like checking spelling so I apologize for any mistakes
#gareth emerson#gareth the great#gareth emerson headcanons#hellfire club#gareth emerson x reader#corroded coffin#stranger things headcanons
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You or the Spoon
I found a prompt and it inspired this. And I came up with what he was cooking on the spot, so if you don't like it I'm sorry. Gif is how I imagine his arm pin.
The sound of movement from the kitchen greats me as I walk through my front door. A smile spreads across my face as I see Eliot's leather jacket hanging on the hook, his boots just under it. I take my own jacket off, hanging it next to Eliot's along with my work back, kicking my shoes off and place them next to his boots.
I make my way to the kitchen, finding Eliot with his back to the entrance way, hair in a ponytail, dishes and food all around him. I sneak my way up behind him, slow and quiet, but as I get ready to wrap my arm around his waist, he speaks.
"Hey, darlin'."
I let my shoulders sag as I wrap my arms around him, resting my head on the back on his shoulder.
"How'd you know I was here?"
"I heard the front door."
"Damn. I thought I'd get you this time."
He chuckles, then sets what he's holding down, and turns around to face me. He looks at me with a soft smile, then cups my face with his hands, leans down and kisses me. It soft and sweet, but lasts longer than he probably intended.
He pulls away first, resting his head against mine. We stay like that for a few minutes, until the stove timer goes off. He pulls away, turning to turn it off, then turns the burner under the pot on the stove off, then takes a cup measure, scoops some out, then sets it aside. He picks the pot up then brings it to the sink where a strainer is waiting. He pours the contents into the strainer, a puff of steam filling the space above the sink. Once the steam clears I can see the pot had spaghetti in it.
"Did you make that?" I ask him.
"I did. I got back around noon, figured I'd surprise you with supper."
"I love you."
He gives me a grin then turns back to the pasta, transferring it back to the pot. While his back is turned, I look at the sauce pan on the stove. It's a heavenly smelling, white sauce. I go to pick up the spoon to taste it, but Eliot catches my wrist in a soft grip.
"No. You'll have to wait, I just need to mix it with the pasta, and the chicken, then you can have all you want," he says taking the spoon from my hand.
"Look babe, it's either you or spoon."
He raises his eyebrows, while he purses his lips.
"That so?"
"It is."
We stare at each other, him still holding the spoon. He finally breaks eye contact to place the spoon back in the pan. I take the opportunity to hold his head still, then lean in lick his cheek. From the edge of his jaw to his cheek bone.
As I pull away, can hear his disgusted groan behind me as I run for the door. His footsteps follow close behind and catch up quickly. I turn to look at him, a determined look on his face as he picks up his pace.
"I'm gonna get you for that," he says.
I let out a mix of a laugh and shreek as I run to the house with him hot on my tail. I turn the corner to run upstairs, but his arms close tight around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest, his breath hot against my neck.
"Gotcha," he grumbles.
" I was so close."
"Not close enough."
He then loosens his grip, spins me around, and takes hold of my face. Knowing what's coming I start to squirm, but he pins my arms under his. He then licks my cheek, mirroring what I did to him.
"Really?" I ask.
"It was either you are the spoon, babe."
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Harold Chapman Peter Orlovsky and Allen Ginsberg at the Beat Hotel, Paris
1957
When ever Minnerbia gets on the subway
I get off –
shes so fat & covered with all kinds of slime
even the air shreeks & curles away from her.
She warms ink print off old papers she handles
& there at night on the platform she sleeps,
her bum snowey head pushed into night
alone in the tunnel.
In the wake of the scream she dreams of her last baby,
her golden brown patato leg fat tonight covered by green,
her teeth brush dream is the one she loves most.
-- Peter Orlovsky, “Fantasy Of My Mother Who’s Always On Welfare,” New York City 1959
To Frank O’Hara
Sometimes when my eyes are red
I go up on top of the RCA Building
and gaze at my world, Manhattan—
my buildings, streets I’ve done feats in,
lofts, beds, coldwater flats
—on Fifth Ave below which I also bear in mind,
its ant cars, little yellow taxis, men
walking the size of specks of wool—
Panorama of the bridges, sunrise over Brooklyn machine,
sun go down over New Jersey where I was born
& Paterson where I played with ants—
my later loves on 15th Street,
my greater loves of Lower East Side,
my once fabulous amours in the Bronx
faraway—
paths crossing in these hidden streets,
my history summed up, my absences
and ecstasies in Harlem—
—sun shining down on all I own
in one eyeblink to the horizon
in my last eternity—
matter is water.
Sad,
I take the elevator and go
down, pondering,
and walk on the pavements staring into all man’s
plateglass, faces,
questioning after who loves,
and stop, bemused
in front of an automobile shopwindow
standing lost in calm thought,
traffic moving up & down 5th Avenue blocks behind me
waiting for a moment when ...
Time to go home & cook supper & listen to
the romantic war news on the radio
... all movement stops
& I walk in the timeless sadness of existence,
tenderness flowing thru the buildings,
my fingertips touching reality’s face,
my own face streaked with tears in the mirror
of some window—at dusk—
where I have no desire—
for bonbons—or to own the dresses or Japanese
lampshades of intellection—
Confused by the spectacle around me,
Man struggling up the street
with packages, newspapers,
ties, beautiful suits
toward his desire
Man, woman, streaming over the pavements
red lights clocking hurried watches &
movements at the curb—
And all these streets leading
so crosswise, honking, lengthily,
by avenues
stalked by high buildings or crusted into slums
thru such halting traffic
screaming cars and engines
so painfully to this
countryside, this graveyard
this stillness
on deathbed or mountain
once seen
never regained or desired
in the mind to come
where all Manhattan that I’ve seen must disappear.
--Allen Ginsberg, “My Sad Self,” New York City 1958
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