#Imagine Maxmoefoe

[arcane-ghost]

Does anyone even read one shots these days ?

[aromanticgarbage]

Hair....

[pupcroft]

MY SONGS…YOUR VOICE — joji x reader

IN WHICH y/n is cooking and starts to hum Window and joji starts melt.

TW:: Japanese is spoke,, translations provided , fem reader.

˖⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˖

⠀𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌⠀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵⠀𝖺⠀𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽⠀𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕⠀𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 ,

⠀⠀🗝⠀𝗈𝗋⠀𝖺𝗍⠀𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁⠀𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁⠀𝗍𝗈⠀𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹⠀𝗍𝗁𝖾⠀𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 !⠀

˖⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˖

As y/n rolled the makisu,, the sushi began to take shape as the birds twittered outside she began to absentmindedly hum her husbands song.

“I see nothing out the window, window~” y/n mused under her breath as she began to slice the sushi with the sharp knife,, as it hit against the board eventually placing the sushi on the slate platters.

“Nothing out the window” y/n sung as she lay the chopsticks down on the table she knew joji wouldn’t use them , most likely.

As joji walked out of the bedroom he heard slight singing and muttering he quickly recognised the song as one of his own, window from the In tongues (delux) album a small rose tint spread across his neck as he smiled.

Walking into the kitchen joji wrapped his arms around y/n’s waist as she smiled moving her head back to meet her husbands eyes ,, the eye bags she loved so much the honey eyes she could loose herself in for hours.

“Hi, Ningyō (doll)” joji whispered planting a kiss on her forehead as his eyes scanned over his wife’s face her smile,, her soft lips the grapefruit chapstick made them evermore soft.

“Afternoon Dārin (darling)” y/n smiled as she gestured to the kitchen table jojis eyes darting to it as he noticed the plethora of home cooked food he smiled.

“Y/n miller what did I say about overworking yourself?” Joji remarked as he sat down at the table next to his girlfriend planting a firm hand on her thigh.

“Believe me, George, it didn’t take long to make I’ve been doing it for years it doesn’t feel like too much anymore” y/n answered as she played some of the tuna rolls.

“Whatever you say, Shin'ainaru-kun e (my dear)” George’s laughed lightly as he picked up some of the salmon sashimi.

“Anyway love, how are max and Ian?” You asked as george sighed eventually finishing the sashimi

“They were busy today but I plan to see them soon!” He laughed as smiled widely as y/n planted a hand on his shoulder as a knock rang through the apartment George perked his head to the side as y/n stood up

“Hold on I’ll get it hanii (honey)” y/n sped to the door watching as a very excited max and Ian waited at the door y/n planted a finger over her lips ushering them in

“Ian? Max?” Joji asked as he sprung from his seat speeding to the two men engulfing them in a group hug they both smiled.

“I thought you guys where busy??” Joji questioned as they all sat at the table tucking into the food below them.

“We where on the plane here you silly cunt” max chuckled as he swallowed the sushi.

[cxncxrcrxw]

Right Now (( Joji Miller Imagine ))

warning: this one is a tear jerker. 

You had left him alone. In a room. With your family and some of your closest friends. He was sweating too, to the point that in had comedic potential. 

His hair, messy from lack of care, bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, clothes in wrinkles and hands shaking, he cursed your name under his breath. 

Because you had left him here alone. 

Joji wasn’t entirely angry at you- he knew you didn’t do it to vex him. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop you from going. Fact of the matter was- you didn’t just leave him, the two of you hadn’t broken it off. 

You had left everyone. Every single person in the room. And they all felt what he was feeling, however, he couldn’t relate to any of them. 

They’d arranged this, this church service, for you? Did they even know you at all? It was hypocritical bullshit, the idea that they would put you through this when they knew very fucking well how you felt about these types of things. 

But you had, yet and still, left him in the spotlight of your beloved. He skimmed around the room with his bloodshot eyes, hazily he read the minds of people around him. 

Your best friend. You hadn’t seen them in years, but the two of you called every day, and were still constantly texting like you did in highschool. They were staring right back at Joji with the same look. 

Your family, the ones who planned the service and gave George no say or chance for input, stared at the japanese-australian with a look of dispair, anticipation, and anger. 

He knew damn well how they felt about them- fucks sake, he had taken their little girl miles away, maybe they had a bit of a right. He knew what was going on. They were waiting for his speech. 

George coughed, skimming his eyes around the room one last time, before realizing that he knew what you would want, if you were here right now. 

“Y/N was the funniest person I’ve ever met, or will meet. She was dependable, loving, and young-spirited. She was my babygirl.. as she was yours.” He began, he could feel tears welling up already. 

“When I met her, she told me that her best friend and her had seen my channel, and thought it was the funniest shit. She told me that whenever her parents were giving her a hard time, she turned on my music and listened to my voice, no matter how serious or not serious the lyrics were, or the video was.” His voice level was rising, becoming angrier. 

“And she told me, that when she told her parents she didn’t believe in anything, she had never felt more isolated. She told me that she had never felt at home until she was with Y/BFF/N, or me. When she moved in, that first night she cried because of how comfortable she felt being there. We sat on the couch we now shared and watched The Simpsons, she layed in my arms and kept hold of my hand.” 

Finally, Joji broke down. 

“You don’t understand how badly I want her hand in mine again.”

Your family looked appalled, but it was within reason. Joji didn’t care. He pulled a box out of the pocket of his sweatpants, the ones he’d been wearing for three days straight. He opened it up, in it a ring. Gold, with diamonds forming a rough circular shape. And engagement ring. The crowd went silent. 

“I was going to ask her.. I was going to take her to her favorite restuarant, and I was going to ask her to be my wife. She never came home for our date.” He was now choking out sobs, slobber dripping from his lips, nose running as he had to yell to make words come out. 

“She wouldn’t of wanted me to do this.. she wouldn’t want me crying in front of people who will only talk about the spectacle our relationship was.. but here I am. I failed Y/N, we all did.” Leaning against the podium, he could feel his heart pounding, stomach folding inside his torso. 

You had left him. You had left them. 

Joji walked off the front, running out, the door slamming open and shutting behind him.

He had to leave this funeral home.

[persistentarcade]

Fandom List

Hey y’all! I promised I would write a list of the fandoms I take requests/commissions for. Here they are: 

80s movies (Bill and Ted, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, etc--if you would like an 80s request, just message the film name and I’ll see what I can do!)

Celebrities (depending on the celebrity)

Cancer Crew (Ian, Joji, Max--yes I know this fandom is dead)

Cold Ones 

Crimson Peak

Disney 

It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia 

Marvel (Particularly the MCU, Deadpool and The Fantastic Four. I currently do not write for X-Men) 

The Monkees

Musicals 

Night at the Museum

The Office 

The Outsiders 

Parks and Recreation

Popee The Performer 

Stranger Things

TF2

Willy’s Wonderland 

I’m sure I forgot other fandoms, so if you don’t see your fandom on here, DM me and I’ll see what I can do! I will also write an original work for you! 

[stanleyknivez]

Chad destroys a Gucci watch and Max says ACAB

[mere-mortifer]

If there's anyone still interested in writing/reading about:

Cancer Crew

The Filthy Frank Show

Joji in general

Something about the lore in the Nectar MVs, especially:

Gimme Love music video

Sanctuary music video

You can sign up for Yuletide because they've all been nominated and have a couple of offers and requests. I'd love to match with someone interested in these fandoms :)

(For the uninitiated: Yuletide is a fic exchange for very small fandoms. Think of it as a Secret Santa, but instead of going in blind your giftee has a list of ideas and prompts you can use in your fic!)

[ian-fucking-carter]

Imma dig a hole and just,,,,fuckin put myself in it

[jojidotcom]

what do people think the end is going to be? the lore is still going on in his pkmn videos but it sure is subtle, I hope there’s a good conclusion probably at the end of the year?

[wheressmyflatiron]

THE BLISS KNOWN AS JOJI

okay the joji fandom before he really blew up knows what i’m talkin’ ‘bout

but

do y’all like

feel differently than everybody else listening to his music?

like you think of all the moments when he was playin’ filthy frank, what his life was like out of character.

his cigarette, rain aesthetic.

imagining him standing on a balcony or walking down the sidewalk at five in the morning, contemplating his life, thinking of what his next project is, etc.

but then you also feel this.. not nostalgia.. though something familiar to it.

it’s as though you’re entering another dimension and experiencing the city life, stars bright, skyscrapers brighter, mixing the perfect blind of saudade.. yeah.. that.

“the love that remains”

it’s still there.

the feelings unexplainable, however i could only describe something so powerful and blissful, so simply.

idk what joji does to me when i listen to his music. but, it’s different from what others may experience.

[letsgointotheworldofimagination]

Imagine meeting Joji for the first time.

“Everyone this is Y/n,” your childhood friend Max introduces you to Joji and Ian. You give a shy wave. Ian greets you warmly. Chad talks to you like old times and Joji just stared at you in awe. He ends up saying hello to you.

[arcane-ghost]

Should I start making one shots

[cancercrew-filth]

“Let Me Hear That Pretty Voice” Joji

Will you please write an imagine where the reader is an unexpectedly amazing singer and joji is like really surprised I would die p.s you can make it smutty if you want!

A/N: I made it smutty ;))

It was cleaning day today…well, for me at least. Joji was fairly orderly and kept everything in it’s place, as messy as the boy was he always kept his shit organized. Then there was me, a walking, breathing mess. Normally, I was tidy but for the past couple of weeks my life had been all over the place and so was all my shit. I sat on our bed and began to procrastinate as I chewed on the nail of my right thumb. George left an hour ago for a management meeting and I had promised him I’d try to at least clean up 25% of the mess so we could go out for a well needed date night tonight but I couldn’t bring myself to get up, I had been so sleepy and groggy. The sheets were warm and fresh out of the dryer, my legs were newly shaved which felt like absolute heaven against my skin. I sighed and hunched over as I unlocked my phone and went to Spotify. Music might help make the cleaning less unbearable, I thought. It was worth a shot since it helped 75% of the time. The other 25% of the time just led to me getting completely distracted by the music that I’d cut the cleaning short and start turning whatever room I was in into a full-blown concert that consisted of heavy twerking and awkward dance moves that I may or may not have had choreographed since the eighth grade.

Thirty minutes in and I was almost halfway done with the mess. I was practically flying and gliding across the room successfully putting everything in its place as neatly as I could. I found things I had lost weeks ago and for some reason it made me enjoy the cleaning session even more. I wasn’t bored or dragging it on anymore because I ‘had to’ but more so because it made me feel good. If I keep it up, I thought, I’ll be done with the entire room probably before Joji gets home. I decided to sit in the middle of the room and take a quick water break since I was panting from the dancing and erratic cleaning. I was proud of myself for doing such a good job in such little time. An hour later, I was done with the cleaning and I was tidying up my vanity where all my makeup was kept. There was foundation dust on the mirror and fallout from some palettes so I was wiping and dusting around the area. Suddenly, ‘Turning Tables’ by Adele came on and I couldn’t help but sing along with such a strong emotion as if I’d been that hurt before.

“Under haunted skies I see you, where love is lost, your ghost is found…I braved a hundred storms to leave you; as hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down…I can't keep up with your turning tables; under your thumb, I can't breathe…” I sang as I organized my eyeshadow palettes in one of the drawers.

I began to wipe my mirror and I breathed in and let out another verse as I reached on my tiptoes, “Next time I'll be braver, I'll be my own savior when… the thunder calls for me; Next time I'll be braver, I’ll be my own savior, standing on my own two feet.”

“I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no; I won't rescue you to just desert me, I can't give you the heart you think you gave me; It's time to say goodbye to turning tables, to turning tables turning tables, yeah-“

“Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?” a deep voice asked out of nowhere.

I jumped in my skin and turned around with wide eyes, my hands on my chest as I looked at George with his arms crossed at the doorway. I nearly fell over and almost took my entire vanity on my way down to the floor.

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked in an embarrassed voice.

“I didn’t know you could sing…” he frowned, disregarding my question, “You’re like…really good. Really fucking good…those runs that you just did?! How-?”

“It’s a gift, I guess? I don’t know. I don’t think of it as something breathtaking or a big deal. It’s just singing.” I shrugged, “How was the meeting?”

Joji sat on the bed and stared at me blankly as he clasped his hands together and placed them on his lap. I furrowed my brows and shrugged again, “What?” I asked, “What is it?”

“’Just singing’? Do you not know how good that was?! You never told me you could sing…that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.” he spoke, amazed.

“Joji-“ I rolled my eyes.

“No, I’m serious, Y/N!” he exclaimed as he held my hand and pulled me in close so that I was now standing in from of him, “If you sounded like a dying cat being mauled by a bear I would’ve told you…either that or glass would’ve shattered and that would be your cue to stop.” he chuckled.

I giggled, nodding in agreement. Joji brought both his hands up and snaked them onto my butt and pulled me in a bit closer, squeezing lightly as he did so.

“Did my beautiful singing voice turn you on?” I joked.

“Maybe…” he bit his lip, “Or maybe I’m just thinking of the second most beautiful sound to ever bless my ears.”

“And what’s that?” I asked coyly as I straddled him.

“Your moans.” he responded.

Joji was quick to flip us over so that my back was against the comfy sheets and I was staring up at him as his eyes roamed my clothed body. My shirt and bra were soon promptly ripped off by me due to my slight impatience and I smirked at him. He began trailing kisses from the side of my neck down to my chest, in between my breasts, and down to my bellybutton. My breath hitched in my throat as he slowly pulled down my leggings to my ankles and yanked them off, tossing them somewhere on the newly cleaned floor. Joji came back up to my lips and gently kissed them as his fingers teased my clit from outside my underwear. Softly biting my bottom lip, he pulled away and began to nibble on my tits. My breathing became inconsistent when he sucked on my nipples. I gripped his bicep as he swirled his tongue in circles on my nipple, his right hand still against my clothed pussy. He maintained eye contact with me as he sucked and nipped back down to my bellybutton; pulling my underwear off with two fingers I watched as he licked his lips.

“Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.” he rasped in a deep voice.

Joji pulled my legs so that my body was closer to the edge of the bed. Kneeling down onto the floor, he spread my legs, his head maneuvering in between them as he wrapped his arms around my thighs. I felt his warm tongue lick my clit, throwing my head back, I let out a sharp gasp. It always mesmerized me the way Joji’s tongue felt so gentle yet so driven against my clit whenever he ate me out. My legs began to tremble as he held them, my moans filled the room and my fingers began to lace in his hair, slightly tugging at it as he continued to eat me out. I looked down at him, one hand on his head and the other grabbing my right tit as I played with my nipple. Joji’s dark eyes watched my every movement, I started squirming, feeling a tingling sensation come over my body. My thighs attempted to clench together as a reflex but George quickly stopped it from happening, his left hand now placed on my inner left thigh. He started humming against my clit, sending me into a slight frenzy with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He slid his tongue across my clit and my slit hungrily. My body was sent into shivers, my skin covered in goosebumps as he practically drew out the entire alphabet on my pussy with his skilled tongue. I whimpered and moaned, the fact that he didn’t even need his fingers turned me on even more. Gripping his hair tighter, I felt a familiar fluttering sensation.

“Oh, fuck.” I moaned, gasping for the air that was stolen from my lungs, “I’m gonna cum.”

Next thing I knew, I was cumming…hard, my moans were intense, my nails lightly digging into his hand. It was like having a knot in my throat slowly making its way down my throat and through my entire body until finally reaching my pussy and Joji caressed it out of me with his tongue.

I laid on my back for a few more moments before sitting up and looking at George, who was sitting on the floor, smiling like an idiot.

“You should sing more.” he bantered, standing up and leaning into my naked figure.

His lips met mine, my hands on either side of his face as I tried to lure him back into bed since I wasn’t quite done with him just yet. He interrupted my actions by removing my hands from his face, still not breaking the kiss, he put his hands on either side of my body.

Pulling his lips away from mine, he placed a kiss on my forehead, “We can save the rest for when we come back.” Joji informed me, kissing my lips again, “Get dressed, I’m taking your fine ass out.”

Giving me a wink, he walked out of the room and I sat there, butt ass naked thinking about how fucking amazing my orgasm was. I laughed to myself and walked to my newly organized closet to find an outfit for our date night.

[pokemagines]

I can't make a fancy card like the others, but can you rate my team? (Shiny) Gardevoir, Volcarona, Noivern, Raichu, Dusknoir, and Lycanroc (Midday)

wow honestly this is such good taste 11/10 for raichu alone!!!!! but also you have a very well-balanced and not only cute team but super tough !!!! you’d probably take all of my pokedollars lmao 

[cxncxrcrxw]

How You Meet || George Miller x Reader Imagine (Filthy Frank)

Trigger Warning: Domestic Abuse

This was it. This was the last time that you had let Riley hit you. Of course, it had taken you getting knocked down and put damn near the brink of comatose, but you were done. He was on his fourth beer while you were packing your fifth shirt, the bedroom the two of you usually shared was now locked, with only you on the inside.

Riley and you had spent three years together, you started dating your junior year of highschool. Back then, he didn’t seem so bad. He would pick you up in his nice car his dad bought him, and you’d go to the football games or movies. He’d hug you goodnight with your parents nearly pouring out the kitchen window, only kiss you on the stairways of your school. You had given everything to him- your highschool social life, time, dedication, even your virtue.

It was only until after highschool that you realized you hadn’t give anything to him- he had taken it.

You thought back to the first time he ever hit you- his hair that was once beautifully well-kept, was now an oily mess as it fell to his face, his rage showing swiftly with his fists and body as he shoved himself forward and onto you. You couldn’t remember what the dispute was about, but you remembered how it was settled. His fists on your cheek and tears brimming your eyelashes.

Since then things hadn’t gotten better, by any means. He’d moved on to smacks, random hits when you said something he didn’t like, pushes when you wouldn’t get out of his way, he’d grab your phone out of your hand had he expected the slightest hint of infedelity. He’d threatened death.

Now, here you were in your car, drivng off from your apartment complex and going off into the pouring rain, going into the pouring rain with only your clothes, car, and your broken cellphone. Not that you could call anyone. Your family had abandoned you, your friends were too scared to come around, you weren't allowed to talk to your co-workers about anything not related to work.

You were so blinded by the love you had for Riley that you had let everyone else slip through your fingers. Everyone.

You didn't even have any money with you, it was in a vase in the living room, right next to the pile of empty beer cans. You wouldn't dare go back for it. But naturally, when it rains, it pours. You saw a flashing red light on your front dash, and you noticed something that caused your heart to stop. You were running very low on gas.

You had enough to pull into a gas station, at least a public place, instinctively you pulled up to a gas tank. You stood out of your car, legs trembling as you walked to the tank. You looked tragic, covered in bruises and scratches, the pajama shorts you were wearing going only to your mid-thigh. You were wearing a tan tanktop, which showcased the large hand shaped mark on your chest. As soon as you reached for your credit card, usually in your pocket, your heart sank.

It was gone.

Suddenly, all the anger that had been your motive for running turned to the realization that your entire life had fallen apart. That you had lost everyone, and you were only blaming yourself. Still. You were blaming yourself for wanting to see the best in someone, for trying to make them better, for wanting to be loved.

This was when you broke down. You leaned against your car, starting to sob, not realizing how noticeable it was, or what was going on around you, you were so devastated in this moment.

It seemed like hours, but a few minutes of you crying later, you heard someones voice. In terror that it was actually Riley, you shot up, backing against your car, before finally opening your eyes and seeing someone different. He was wearing a pink shirt and khaki pants, a lanyard and a hat that said '1989. You knew him, after your eyes processed, as filthyfrank.

"Are you okay?" He asked, before he himself noticed the bruises you were covered in. His grimace deepened.

"Did somebody hurt you?" He said when you didn't answer. You knew you couldn't lie. You merely nodded. His voice that was so authoriative and comical in his youtube videos, was gentle and empathetic. "Ian!" He said, motioning another person to get out of their car and walk over. It happened to be idubbbztv, but you were too upset to show any recognition.

"I.. left.. but I didn't have time to get my money.. m-my phone's broken.." You said through chokes of sobs, thinking to yourself just how pathetic you most of looked. What if they thought you were on drugs? Or lying? What if they just needed this gas pump?

"M-My car is out of gas, i can see it i can get it to go out of your way, just.. one sec, I'm so sorry." You began, George put his arm up in objection, causing you to flinch. Realizing he'd scared you, he gently touched your arm, swallowing the lump in his throat before shaking his head. His eyes were wide, he looked scared for you. Ian watched in silence.

"Do you have anyone you can go to? I'll pay for the gas, but I want to make sure you have someone to go too. What's your name?" He said, the offer of kindness caused you only to cry more. He had just met you!

"I don't have anyone.. he wouldn't let me around friends or family, they all h-hate me now.." You said, telling the truth to keep from it looking like you were lying. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N.."

"okay, okay. Y/N, I'm George and this is Ian. We're going to get you somewhere safe, and dry. Okay?" He was hushed, looking directly into your eyes to keep you calm. You nodded, looking over to Ian momentairly. How did he feel? Was he angry as George for this?

George asked for your keys, letting you stand with Ian as he drove your car as far as it could go from the pump. Out of their vehicle, he picked up a jacket, laying it across your shoulder. He picked up your small bag out of the car.

You were on the verge of passing out from the panic that was ensued from this, you were dizzy and still crying. George looked at you, and you swore you could see something that looked like a tear in his dark brown eyes.

"Ian and I are taking you to the hospital, and we'll figure something out from there.. alright..?" He said, not as much asking, but telling. You nodded your head once more. Opening the back car door and helping you inside, he turned to Ian.

"See if Max is at the airport, let him know where were going. When we get to hospital, you can go ahead and get him, ok?" He said, Ian nodded. He didn't seem angry, now that you looked at him. He seemed concerned.

George crawled into the back seat with you to watch you, making sure you didn't pass out, and that you were okay. "You're gonna be alright, Y/N." He said it twice, as if back to himself.

"Thank you..G-George." You said, he met gazes with you. Now, it was him that nodded.

That was the day you met George Miller.

howdy folks! sorry this one got dark. anyways, I actually am sort of proud of this one, let me know if you want a continuation of this imagine! Also, my personal imagines are still up for grabs, but if you want to make a personal request not through asks, you can ask on my kik, Cxncxrcrxw! Thank you for all your support, and I love all of faggots <3. I want you to know that if you are actually experiencing domestic abuse, that you are not stuck, and you can get help. I’m more than willing to help you, and you can talk to me. //

[idubbbzarms]

So...

Here I am I have returned! So requests will be back open, I am feeling inspired to write some more fanfic but maybe keep them cancer crew based,

Thanks for sticking around kids :)