Dean Martin on the September 23, 1965 episode of The Dean Martin Show making sure everybody knows it's Shari Lewis, S-H-A-R-I Lewis. Not to be confused with JERRY LEWIS. He just couldn't help himself, he had to do it. These two were like two love struck teenagers. Just another example of each of them being in whatever the other ever did. They kept each other close💓
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Yeah, Jer really doesn't need to work very hard at all in order for me to start to sweat, swoon, and swiftly faint into a heaving puddle of my former self
This has to be one of my absolute favorite Jerry moments ever captured on film. Just LOOK AT HIM. My god...and someone is serving some serious "too handsome for words bad boy that everybody wants" older disco stud Danny Zuko vibes that I am digging like a pirate that's after some booty only the booty in question that this pirate is after is DATASS (that you know was looking fine as hell in those Saturday Night Fever pants)
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“I’m not letting go.” - Jeremy Jordan x reader
Summary: you’re just having a moment. For no particular reason, you just feel a little sad, Jeremy tells you it’s okay to just need to cry it out.
Pairing: reader x Jeremy Jordan (was torn between making this Jeremy or domestic!Jack Kelly)
Word count: 475
Warnings: none. Cringey fluff that I can’t get enough of. Most likely some typos :(
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You sat on the kitchen counter and sighed as Jeremy filled a glass of water from the fridge.
“What’s up?” He kissed your cheek.
“I don’t know.” You mumbled.
“Yes you do. What can I do for you?” He asked as he handed you his glass of water, offering you a sip. You gulped down a sip before handing him back the glass. You shrugged.
“Come on, don’t hold out on me. Can I do anything to help you?” He mumbled against your cheek before giving it a kiss. The day had just being particularly trying, and there’d been an unfortunate couple of comments about you in the media lately that wasn’t exactly boosting your self esteem. Jeremy knew you better than you’d like to admit. He knew you were upset, he knew that frown that curled your lips, the one you were sporting that moment meant tears were coming on, like a storm brewing in your brain.
“You can’t.” You croaked, your voice cracked as that familiar burning feeling bubbled up. You nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck.
“You need to have a cry? I’ll drop it if you want me to, I just want you to know that if that’s what you need then I’m here—“ He silenced himself when he felt you grip onto him, and your face wince as you nodded against his neck. “Okay, baby. That’s it, that’s the way.”
Your fingers gripped onto his shirt til your knuckles turned white, a thumping headache forming in your forehead as you winced at the pain. He wrapped his arms around you, one hand resting on the back of your head, gently combing through your hair, brushing his fingertips gently against your scalp.
“Jeremy.” You choked out his name, clinging onto his neck like your life depended on it.
“I’ve got you, ‘m not letting go.” He cooed in reply. Those words took your fragile heart and shattered it to pieces. What was left of whatever you considered self control flew out the window, you let out the most gut wrenching squeal as the tears stung your eyes and your nose began to run. Your breath was hitched in the back of your throat, making it near impossible for you to exhale.
“And out, baby.” He reminded you, taking his thumb and wiping the hot tears from your cheeks, followed by the snot that had run over your lips. Your chest slowly fell, he kissed the crook of your neck as you exhaled deeply.
“I’m so proud of you. See? No need to bottle anything up.”
“I don’t even know why I’m sad.” You muttered.
“You don’t have to, darlin’, ‘s okay to just be sad.” He kissed your cheek. You just nodded.
“I love you.” You looked up at him, wearily.
“I love you more.” He smiled, cupping your face in his hands.
A/N: idk just wanted to try writing a Jeremy fic, requests/asks are always open if you wanna request anything <3
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OPEN | wexley's atruim | december 24th ;
it was a little awkward to stand about in the atrium , unsure what to do with his hands without a glass full of whiskey pressed between his inked fingers , avoiding the mistletoe like it carried the plague that was raging outside ; so he stood off in the corner , sweaty palms folded into the pockets of his worn leather jacket , trying to give the impression he was having a good time. charlie had wanted him to have a good time , so he was doing his best to look like it was true. it's not that it was a particularly bad time , he just didn't really do well in these kinds of events. to add to his tension , for the first time in a long time , there were a lot of unfamiliar faces mulling about the wexley. of course people always came & went , but it was weird to think that with the chaos they were all thrust into , more people than usual were finding their way in. he bit his tongue against the mental comparison of cockroaches that his brain supplied , thinking at himself , yeah & who the hell are you to judge ? he turned on his feet & nearly bumped into the person who'd been moving to skirt around the previous spot he occupied , & hands came out of his pockets to catch the glass that almost tumbled to the floor , the other secured on their mid - back to keep them steady.
" best to watch your step , yeah ? don't need anymore unhappy accidents to add to the pile , you know what i mean ? "
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of all the stupid goddamn bullshit luck in the world....of course the first thing that would happen upon getting back would be meeting a very hungry newbie vampire. of course it would try to make a nice little snack out of him. why the fuck wouldn’t it ? but god, he just didn’t have the time right now to mediate or have some sweet little come to the light moment. hence the greying corpse at his feet ( god it was always so strange to see the life bleed from them like that ). poor son of a bitch. but he was on a mission ---- funerals for the damned be fucked. without giving it much thought, he began dragging the body through the woods ----- to somewhere a little less inconspicuous. he’d kick some dirt and leaves on it and call it a day. find his kids. pretend this obnoxious little detour through the forests of mckinley never happened. that was the plan at least.....fucking footsteps. jesus fucking christ, really ? a sigh. he dropped the body. looked up at the person approaching. “ yeah....this is exactly what it looks like. “
@sanguishqsstarters
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