#angela's writing drabbles

[artdisease]

where the strongest can sleep

when you feel a slight tug at the blanket on the bed, you stir awake from it, looking directly at the man of your dreams and your lover. gojo’s crouching next to the bed, his chin resting on the edge of the mattress, blindfold pushed up, his white hair in a wild kind of halo, blinking so blearily.

“hey,” he mumbles, his voice audible,

“i’ve missed you but didn’t wanna wake you up.”

“it’s 3am, satoru..” you sleepily mumble, your fingers already gently gliding through his hair.

“had a mission, couldn’t sleep.”

his voice is softer than normal, none of the usual antics you’ve grown accustomed to is present, just only himself. in a silent invitation, you lift up the covers. warmth-starved limbs and cold toes, he slides in and curls up around you as if you’re the only place that’s safe.

he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, “you smell like home..” he murmurs, muffled against your skin.

“you say that every time, hon.”

“and i mean it.” he says, flashing you a smile, the kind that you can see yet no one else can.

“there are moments where i wonder if the world would still be standing if i weren’t there.” he continues after a moment of brief silence.

“perhaps, however it wouldn’t be the same.” you replied, running a hand over his cheek after turning to look at him. his slow yet long exhale sounded like something was put together by your words. finally, gojo relaxes in your arms—because even the most powerful and strongest jujutsu sorcerer can feel safe, small and unendingly loved within your presence.

(this is my first one shot fic, i hope you guys enjoy it ;w; i may write more in the future but i shall see)

[cuecrynsleep]

Being Transparent

Angela can't stop thinking about Amanda choking her for a bit. After a startling realization she has an open and honest talk with her. This is based off of the recent Smosh Games video when Amanda (jokingly) choked Angela.

Tags: Implied sexual content, choking kink, open kink communication, established relationship

Disclaimer: This is not meant to be a representation of those in Smosh, rather a fan made perspective on the characters they portray online. Remain respectful.

Word count: 1,308

It was never rough, nor too hard. It was exaggerated, the way Amanda's hands in Tinky Winky's gloves wrapped around her character's neck. She lightly pushed her around back and forth, but never once squeezing just to be careful. In fact her gloved hands wrapped around the bottom of her neck, touching her collarbone to make sure she didn't hurt her.

It was an instinct how Angela found herself reacting, grabbing onto the purple gloves on the base of her neck. She lightly squeezed Amanda's hands, unintentionally pushing further. There was a little constriction. Feigning off her realisation and panic she over exaggerated her reactions. She leaned back and forth, holding onto her hands as she erratically opened and closed her mouth pretending to struggle to get air. Egging her on was the sounds of the crew laughing, she could hear so clearly Shayne's side comment. Then as soon as it ended, it was over.

The moment remained in her mind after that, staying there, brewing, constantly reminding her of Amanda's hands. Except they weren't covered by purple gloves from a costume. Except they weren't in a room with their fellow cast and crew. They were alone, by themselves, in the comfort of Angela's apartment.

She could imagine it all so vividly. Amanda's voice, deepening as she whispered in her ear. The plush couch cushion avoids Angela's knees to weaken and fall. Amanda's knee separated Angela's thighs as she pushed further. She could feel the pressure radiating down to her core, as she waited with bated breaths to feel it more. Then she's taken back to the moment.

Amanda's hand on the nape of her neck pushing her forward towards her. A brief kiss on her lips leaving a tingling sensation. Then her hand swiftly moves forward around her neck, squeezing at the base of it. Her thumb pushing against her throat, constricting her breaths making it come off more desperate. The pressure makes her pant deeper sharper breaths as her mind gets clouded with lust.

She could feel every passing second making her more wet with want and need. A throaty moan, muffled by a choke, as Amanda's grip softened. She took in a sharp breath, carefully breathing in and out as she instinctively pushed her neck closer to Amanda's hand. She'd look up and saw her beautiful face with a smirk, knowing full well both of them were enjoying this.

-

Angela bursted up out of bed, her hand on her chest, as she felt her racing heart. Her mind clouded with the memory of the dream infecting every corner of her brain. She ignored the uncomfortable pressure in between her legs, squeezing her thighs as she let out a shaky sigh.

"Shit," she cussed. She looked around her room as if she'd get any answers as to why she had that dream. Her hand reached to run through her hair, as she leaned back against the headboard. This has gotten way too far. Soon enough, Amanda would notice even the slightest difference to how she's acting. Which would then mean Chanse would notice, which could only translate to other people noticing from Courtney to Arasha and so on. The thought itself made her panic.

It's not like it was weird for Angela to have these types of thoughts about Amanda. They were dating for Christ's sake. Though what made her hesitate, what made Angela panic, was the line they were yet to cross in their somewhat new relationship. Never had rushed hands, pulling at clothing, and desperate kisses lasting longer than they should ever make it past there.

She could only be glad that both her and Amanda were off today as she reached towards her bedside table. Quick hands grabbed at her phone, unplugging it from the charger, as she looked at it anxiously. One of the first steps in a relationship was communication, which would then come hand in hand with honesty. Amanda valued both and Angela knew that. She knew that full well. With a deep breath, she checked the time, noticing it was early afternoon as she pulled up Amanda's contact. A text message asking if she could call was quickly replied to. Then as the familiar ringtone rang through her ears, and the sound of Amanda's voice made her smile, she spoke.

"Hey," she paused. "You see there's actually a reason I'm calling you today."

"Oh?" Amanda asked. "Okay, lay it on me. What is it Ange?"

Angela sighed. Somehow those words made it harder for her, as she struggled to find a good starting point. "Okay, wait, before I start I just want to make something clear." Amanda hummed in response, showing she was listening. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, so if I do, just tell me and I'll drop it immediately."

"Is everything okay?" She asked, concern evident in her tone.

"It's just that we didn't exactly get to that stage in our relationship yet." Angela said slightly hesitating over her words. She could only hope Amanda would understand what she was referring to.

A beat of silence passed and she couldn't help but wish that she could see Amanda's face. Maybe her comforting touches on her knee or a lingering hand on the small of her back would've made this all easier.

Then, as blunt as ever, Amanda replied. "Are you talking about sex?" she asked. "Because that's like the only stage I think you could be referring to."

"Yeah," Angela awkwardly shifted.

"Well, obviously we both thought about it before," Amanda started. "So what's different?"

Angela sighed. She sank deeper and deeper into her bed as she pulled her blanket up to her chin. Her phone placed beside her head, as anxious hands grabbed at the blanket as if it'd help ground her into the moment.

"I had a wet dream about you." She started. Her voice continued on before Amanda could even respond, let alone fully process her words. "Do you remember when we were filming that poker video for Smosh Games? You were playing Tinky Winky and I was some fucking dude that just wanted coffee."

It sounded incredibly stupid now that Angela was putting it into words. The mention of a teletubby of all things and the thought of how many jokes she made during that shoot made Angela internationally cringe. She let out a silent groan, hating her subconscious for even pulling that thought in the first place.

"Uh," Amanda awkwardly started. "Where is this going?" She asked, before quickly adding on in a rushed voice. "I'm not judging you! I'm just confused!"

"Okay," Angela laughed this time. "Not what you're thinking, I'm sure," she said. "Look, you were choking me." She finally admitted, Amanda's words had helped calm her down. She always felt seen and listened to by her. Though the conversation wasn't exactly wholesome, and the context that started it all was nothing but silly, she couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, okay," Amanda said after a brief moment of silence. "So, you think you're into that?"

"Yeah, probably," Angela said. She looked up at her ceiling, her hands still fidgeting with the blanket.

Amanda let out a light chuckle. "That's cool," she said. "If you want to try it out at some point, we can.”

Angela could feel the smile pulling at her cheeks as she could feel a familiar twist in her stomach. "Thanks Amanda." A comfortable moment of silence followed, and Angela let herself let go of the blanket, putting her phone against her ear.

"So, do I need the Twinky Winky gloves or can we do without? Because personally, I really don't want that teletubby anywhere near something like that."

"Shut up!" Angela said, before breaking off into a genuine laugh. "I know it's stupid how this all originated! I blame my subconscious mind if anything!”

[amangelaa]

Playing Tricks, Let’s Kiss Forreal

Summary: “Okay,” Angela states plainly. “Huh?” Amanda begins to question, but has no time to register what Angela has even said before she’s seizing her lips into a fierce kiss. Amanda’s eyes widen and her face flushes hot. The unexpected contact leaves her completely flustered and has the other three members gobsmacked.

made a drabble inspired from this awesome fanart by @ammnd

[putastakeinit]

me writing drabbles like:

[fandomlit]

the gentle-wrangler (spencer agnew x reader)

summary a new character enters the gentlemen universe - the "gentle-wrangler", an extremely sexy agent played by you whose goal is to prevent the gentlemen from getting too out of hand. it's an instant hit with the audience, and one of the gentleman players himself finds that this intense character doesn't help the feelings he already has for you.. and the audience sees it.

warning swearing, mentions of fake guns and weapons

a/n just a goofy lil drabble for this idea in my brain

it was unreasonably sexy, the way you looked down at spencer, the barrel of a water gun staring him in the face. your face was stone cold serious, and the dark, almost sultry, look in your eyes had his mind thinking thoughts he never had before in the smosh office. you were intimidating and sexy and way too damn good at acting.

after a beat that was maybe too long, he remembered he was on camera. he adjusted his classic gentleman’s hat and adjusted his posture from the haphazard way he had been laying on the floor to make it look as if your character had thrown him hard against it. “well, i’ll say-!”

“cut the shit,” you spoke plainly and he felt like he was choking himself to prevent from reacting physically. holy shit, you were so hot. “you know the deal. get it together, or the jaguar gets it.”

he blinked rapidly, trying to lock his gaze on the gun instead of your face. “my niece-in-law?!” he was suddenly more aware of the hysterics happening at the game table and behind the cameras—the “gentle-wrangler” bit was a getting a true kick out of everyone. but all he could think of how he would have to thank shayne later for both the idea of it and the detail of having you fully dressed in black leather.

“no more derailing the game,” you spoke slowly and seriously. then you lowered the gun, gave spencer one last glower and walked off of the game stage. spencer, still in character, shook his head as if to clear it from the fall and stood, returning to his hysterical cast mates.

“well, i’ll say,” he huffed, a little breathless for reasons that had nothing to do with being thrown from his seat. he ignored his hammering heart, praying his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt in the main lighting. “i haven’t been tossed like that since my second mistress found out about my mister. quite the ugly scene.” as the cast laughed again, a stream of water from off camera blasted at spencer, making him yell. “i haven’t been squirted on like that since-!” another, more intense stream hit him in the face and he just raised his hand, shutting his mouth as angela fell to the floor.

…

the “gentle-wrangler” was a hit. or more specifically, the clip of spencer staring up at you in awe as you stared down a gun at him was a hit. there were thirst traps and edits of it mere days later, the fan base loving the chance to see you in a role that presented more “serious”. the gentle wrangler was stealing hearts from more than just spencer.

user0690: 6:02 anyone else feeling some type of way after seeing y/n stare down a “gun” at someone??? i’m not sure i’ll ever be the same

smosluvr22: give y/n a real gun petition

t0berfan: 5:33 okay, we all knew y/n was hot, but THAT???? whoever wrote that needs a RAISE. and to write MORE OF IT

and of course, there were just as many people pointing out spencer’s reaction to your character.

bitcitybaby: 5:34 me too spencer . me too

-> lonnyluva: it’s the way the editors kept in the full three seconds of silence as he just stared at y/n for me 😭

fanboy2074: 17:38 okay but spencer’s look when y/n came onstage to warn shayne.. that man was SMITTEN holy-

"so, the gentle-wrangler has to come back," shayne said as he approached spencer's desk the day after the video went up. spencer nodded, looking up from his computer.

"yeah. y/n killed it, it's already a fan favorite." shayne gave him a look. "what?"

"i think the both of you are the fan favorite," shayne said, raising his eyebrows. "you can't pretend like you haven't seen the comments, man."

shayne held back his smirk as he watched spencer gulp, the slightest red rising to his cheeks. "i.. may have seen some."

shayne gave his friend a look. "and?"

spencer sighed, avoiding shayne's eyes by turning back to his computer. "the audience really liked y/n's character. they played it really well."

shayne rolled his eyes. "okay. workplace professionalism. i see it." spencer rolled his eyes right back. "but be honest.." spencer froze, looking up to see shayne leaning closer to him. shayne asked quietly, "how many times have you watched the clip?"

this time, spencer had no visible reaction to his words. but when his gaze flicked back to his screen, shayne could tell he wasn't actually focused on it. ".. way too many."

[viennakarma]

Satisfaction [Part 1]

Lewis Hamilton x reader

Summary: Four times you tried to befriend Lewis, and one time you didn't.

Word count: 2.1k

Tags: female!reader, asshole!Lewis (he will get better), physiotherapist!reader, no romance yet, Lewis is being rude, reader is trying, cursing, a bit angsty, not beta read

Note: Lewis is being kind of an asshole, but I promise he will grovel a lot. This is a two part story. Gentle reminder that english is not my first language (so please bear any mistake), I'm also taking requests for F1 drabbles and oneshots (at this moment I'm writing for Lewis, Fernando, Max and Toto Wolff).

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I.

You drank the rest of your iced tea in one gulp, pushing the nervousness away. It wasn't exactly anxiety, but more first-day jitters at a new job. Adjusting your ponytail, you stood up as one of the team approached.

“Y/N? It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Ellie from the HR team, we spoke on the phone. Lewis is around, so we thought we’d introduce you two now, okay?”

“Of course, of course, it’s nice to meet you, Ellie.”

Ellie showed you around, giving you a tour of the entire motorhome. You were aware that it was difficult to join a team after the season had already started, especially to take the place of a person who was very loved by everyone and who had been there for several years, but you were willing to do your best to get along with everyone.

Finally, Ellie took you to a training room, where Lewis was inside. He was sitting in an armchair, drinking water from a bottle when Ellie introduced the two of you. You smiled and offered your hand for a shake, but he just ignored his hand with a blank stare.

“Lewis, this is Y/N Y/L/N, your new physical therapist, you'll be seeing each other every other day” Ellie introduced them, not seeming to notice the cold way Lewis greeted you.

“Nice to meet you,” you murmured, trying to ignore the awkwardness between the two of you. Lewis just nodded his head briefly and turned to pay attention to his own cell phone.

Ellie then went over your entire routine for the next few weeks, as well as giving you a short guide to Lewis's physiotherapy sessions over the past two years, and required exercises from fitness to pre-race and post-race.

Your official working day began the following Tuesday at seven in the morning at one of the Mercedes workstations in Brackley, where the entire team was gathered. You needed to be there to look after Lewis' fitness as he had team meetings, and you needed to follow him wherever he went to be able to do your job. Honestly, it wasn't a big problem since you used to work with the Real Madrid football team, so you were used to the traveling routine.

As soon as you entered the building's small gym, Lewis was already inside, tying the laces on his shoes.

"Good morning!" You walked in with a smile, setting your bag aside and holding the two glasses of iced tea you had purchased on the way, “the weather is kind of warm today, huh? I bought iced tea for both of us.”

“No thanks,” Lewis said, standing up, “can we get started?”

The sharp tone left you speechless for a moment, but you soon recovered, tying your hair into a ponytail. You had hoped that the mood on the day you met Lewis was just because he was stressed or had some problem on that specific day. But it seems that today he also wasn’t very interested in being polite to you.

You took a deep breath pulling your iPad out of the bag where you had prepared the day's entire session. Okay, you were patient, you could win him over with time and maybe you could even become friends, or at the very least, on friendly terms.

“Alright, let’s start today’s session with some intense stretching to prepare your body for the intensity of the next few days’ sessions,” you murmured, pointing to the mat on the floor.

“Angela didn't use an iPad during our sessions,” he commented casually.

“Because Angela had been with you for years and had already memorized her exercises. Can we start?"

II.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late,” you said, entering the gym, plopping your bag on a nearby table.

“You could have a little more respect for other people’s time,” Lewis said, suddenly. You froze in place, your eyes fleeting to the watch high on the wall, that showed you were barely ten minutes late for the session.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you repeated, pulling your iPad open.

You were a few weeks into your new job, and acquaintanceship with Lewis had not gone better in the slightest. If anything, it had gone even worse. Lewis was adamant in not opening up to you, not even in the professional sense of your work relationship. Every time you tried small talk, or even professional talk, he had shut you out barely politely. He was constantly annoyed by your presence, and didn’t engage in anything other than the exercises you were helping him with. You noticed his performance was going bad in the season, and you attributed his bad mood solely to that. That’s why you usually brushed off his rude remarks and his questioning of the quality of your work.

“We’ll do core strength today, Lewis.”

You spent the next two hours walking him through every exercise you had for the day. Sometime during your session, you tried to help him fix his posture by pressing a hand on his shoulder, but he brushed you off, only saying he was able to do it himself.

By the end of your session, he was visibly tired, and you reached in your purse to your small stock of protein bars. You grabbed two and tossed one to Lewis. He caught it in the air, staring at it with a frown.

“It’s a protein bar. It is healthy, vegan, and doesn’t taste like cardboard, for once,” you giggled, trying to strike up conversation, “honestly, I found this small brand from Hungary out of sheer luck and my life hasn’t been the same ever since, now I just order like this crazy-”

“Are we done?” He cut you off, you stopped smiling.

“What?” you said, staring at him going to his bag.

“Is our session done?” he insisted.

“Yes,” you said, deflated. Lewis walked away, and on his way to the door, he dropped the little protein bar you gave him in the trash.

You felt a lump in your throat, defeated. You had never had a client so difficult to deal with. Most of them were usually standoffish in the beginning, but they became friends with time, some of them you had a great relationship even now, years later.

Lewis just- he just hated you for apparently no reason, and it was making your professional life pure hell. It was hard not bonding with someone you work so physically close with. And honestly, you had tried everything in the book to help him acclimate to you, but he was just- immune. He didn’t like you, you had no idea if he even liked your job because he refused to give you any feedback whatsoever.

You refused to go to HR because it would make you look like a kid throwing a tantrum because the other kid doesn’t like you. What would HR do? Force Lewis to tolerate you? He would probably hate you more if that happened.

You just sighed, swallowing the tears as you left.

III.

“I was considering adding pilates sessions once a week, we can do reformer and clinical pilates alternating” you told Lewis as he did the final stretching of the session.

“I don’t like sudden changes in my exercise routine,” he said, getting up.

“Well, I believe it would do you good. And we can start slowly for you to adapt better. Does every other week work for you?” You taped your schedule on the iPad.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he muttered, visibly annoyed now.

“I can forward you a few articles I have been reading to show you, why I think it-”

“No, I don’t want that,” he shut you off completely, “can I go now?”

You sighed, enough was enough. You were pissed at him, being difficult, being annoying, fucking up your routine by being rude and being a fucking asshole.

“No, you can’t,” you said, voice firm, which kind of surprised him, since it was the first time you ever used that tone with him, “what is your fucking problem?”

“What are you talking about?” He folded his arms.

“What is your problem with me? Is it something I did? Or maybe something I said?” You pressed, walking towards him, the closest you have ever been to him.

“I have no problem with you,” he said and you scoffed, “we are not friends, you’re just my physiotherapist, nothing more, nothing less.”

You felt grateful he left as soon as he said that, otherwise he would have seen the tears filling your eyes.

IV.

“I went back to therapy, because I’m feeling like a failure,” you told Angela over the phone.

“Is he being so difficult?” She asked, sounding worried.

“You have no idea…” you whispered, pressing your temples.

“You want me to talk to him?” Angela said, concerned. You stared at your own reflection in the mirror inside the gym, seeing the dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep. The last encounter with Lewis was enough to take a toll on your mental health and trigger a bit of insomnia.

“No, I think it would make it worse, but I appreciate the offer,” you sighed, exhausted, “I’ll work around these difficulties, and if it gets any worse, I’ll call you so you can talk to him. Deal?”

“Deal. Just- Don’t burn yourself out, ok? I know how he can be hard to deal with. Let me know if you need anything.” Angela offered, and you wanted to cry with the kindness in her voice.

“Yes, of course. Thank you very much for letting me vent, yeah? Talk to you later” You said, and noticed how Lewis entered the gym, seemingly surprised that you even were there.

That would make two of you.

This time you went through your training session in complete silence, only talking about his physicality and the exercises. You didn’t joke with him, nor did you make commentaries on the session. You just did your job silently, staring at him with a blank face.

As you finished, you packed your bag and left without a word, going straight to HR to put in your resignation letter you had written during your day off.

V.

Lewis noticed your absence as soon as he entered the gym for your session. You hadn’t been late ever since that time he called you out the first and only time you were late. Since then, you were always there when he arrived. But you weren’t there and he felt something was off. Maybe you had a cold or something and HR forgot to tell him.

He walked up to Ellie’s office, knocking lightly before entering.

“Hey there, Lewis! Can I help you?” She asked, putting away a few papers.

“Hey. Where is Y/N?” He asked, sitting down.

“Oh, I thought she had told you… She resigned two days ago.” With Ellie’s words, Lewis felt his stomach drop, but Ellie just continued talking, “she said she didn’t adapt very well to the routine, which is sad considering she is such a big fan of Mercedes and Formula 1. And, you know, since she was a recommendation from Angela Cullen, I really thought she would fit perfectly with the team.”

Lewis felt his mouth go dry. He didn’t know any of this. He didn’t know you were a fan of the team, as he didn’t know Angela had put you in her own position after leaving. He felt so, so bad, he was suddenly nauseous.

“Did she say exactly why she was leaving?” Lewis asked, heart beating in his ears.

“She said she wasn’t adapting to the traveling routine and it took a toll on her. She also apologized profusely, but I told her it was alright, it happens more often than she thinks.”

Lewis knew exactly the reason you left. He had made you go through living hell by being a stubborn asshole. You tried to befriend him, to be nice, to start small talk, to be kind and his only response to your attempts were flat out rudeness.

“Well, these things happen, right?” Ellie shrugged, sympathizing with you more than Lewis ever did. “So, while we find someone to fill her position, you’ll do your pre-race and post-race with George and his physiotherapist.”

Lewis didn’t hear any of the other stuff Ellie said, guilt eating up at him with such force he was out of breath. He didn’t even think before treating you that way, his brain just turned to that everytime he remembered he was alone now, that he had lost his best friend and confidante. Stress of the season had also caught up to him making him more irritable than ever.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered as he left Ellie’s office, he needed to do something.

He called your phone, but you had blocked him already.

“Fuck, I need to fix this.”

[Part 2]

[goaways-stuff]

praising and thigh riding with angela lopez??

Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry.

Angela Lopez x gn!reader

A/N: No mention of amy gendered genitals. 18+. Minors dni. Another not proofread drabble. Also, this is really only like my second time ever writing for a fem character, so bare with me if it's shit lol. enjoy :)

You'd maybe been a little bratty that day. She was working from home, and you were desperate for her attention. How could you not be? You'd managed to pull the most beautiful woman in the world. All day, all you could think about was her. You were alone, in your house, together. But she had still managed to have work to do. You went into her office every chance you got. Obviously you brought her all three meals for the day, but in between those, you kept her water glass and coffee mug refilled. You brought her a snack. You just had to show her a funmy puppy video. Anything to just have a few minutes. And, of course, you prolonged each interaction, kissing on her neck from behind, squeezing her shoulders that stayed so constantly tense. "Almost done yet?" You asked after your millionth time in the office today. "No. I've had a very distracting partner all day." She deadpanned, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Mm, can't help it when I have the most gorgeous woman in the world in my home." You mumbled as you buried your face in her neck, kissing down on that sensitive spot because, believe it or not, the great Angela López does have a weak spot. Your hands knead her shoulders once more before taveling down her arms, sneaking their way over her breasts, giving them a squeeze. She slaps your wrists, causing you to pull away completely.

"Who said you could touch?" She asked, crossing her arms as she gave you the look once more. That look made you absolutely melt. You'd do anything for you if she gave you that look and that tone.

"Sorry- I just. I need you." You practically begged, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. She just smirked at your reddened cheeks before saving and closing out the tab she had been working on.

"Well, maybe I would've been done earlier if someone hadn't come in every 5 minutes." She said, spinning the chair around to fully face you. She patted her lap, signaling for you to sit. You immediately obeyed, wasting no time as you took your spot.

"You really need me that bad, huh?" She asked, feeling the heat emitting from your core. You nodded eagerly, hips grinding down as you waited for any kind of friction to come your way.

"Well, go for it, honey. Get yourself off." She challenged, leaning back in the seat. You looked at her confused before she nodded down to her thigh slotted between your legs.

"Go ahead. If you're so desperate, you won't have any trouble getting yourself off." She smirked, flexing her thigh muscle against you.

"Oh please-" You choked at the feeling as began slowly grinding your hips again her thigh.

"That's it, honey. Just like that." She encouraged, hands going to your hips to guide you. She picked up your pace, making sure to keep your hips angled. "C'mon, bebé. Keep going."

A rubber band formed in your stomach, slowly twisting as you desperately rubbed your crotch against her thigh. "Angela- please. More" You moaned out, wanting more.

"Nope. Not until you get yourself off." She stood her ground as you whined, your thighs trembling as the rubber band only twisted tighter.

You whimpered as you angled your hips a little more, trying to find that sweet spot as you moved faster against him. It wasn't long before that rubber band had become so wound up that it was ready to snap.

"Doing such a good job," She said, almost patronizing. "So sweet for me." She praised, peppering kisses pver your face.

"Close, huh? Gonna cum for me? Go on, sweet thing, cum for me." She coaxed, nibbling on your earlobe as your hips stuttered.

It was a full stop as you groaned out, hips bucking and core throbbing as you made a thorough mess of yourself. "Good job, did such a good job for me." She praised, gently petting your hair as you came down from your high.

[valluvsberries]

admiring from afar

jane hopper x fem!reader

summary: Jane hopper finds herself in a predicament. she can’t keep her eyes off of Angela’s cousin

warnings: pure fluff

a/n: here’s a short little drabble since I have no idea what to write!

Jane honestly didn’t know what was wrong with her at this point. She couldn’t keep her freaking eyes off her. It started to annoy her at this point. Who let y/n l/n be so pretty?! She would totally try to spark up a conversation with her but she was ALWAYS with her cousin, Angela. Jane was honestly surprised when she found out the sweet, beautiful y/n was Angelas cousin. Angela was such a bitch while y/n was so sweet. Guess y/n came from the better side of the family.

Jane sat in her desk, her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried answering one of the math questions she was given. Math wasn’t one of Jane’s best subjects, the numbers and all these steps to get an answer confused her. Just then, Jane heard an almost angelic laugh. No. It was angelic. Jane looked up and saw an almost swoon worthy sight. Y/n sitting on top of her desk, that pretty smile of hers gracing her lips as she laughed with her friends and cousin. Jane felt her cheeks heat up. Ok but seriously who allowed y/n to look that pretty? It should be illegal. Jane completely forgot about that math question she was supposed to answer as she secretly but not so secretly admired y/n. Her h/c hair looked perfect as always, her outfit looked classy as always . When did she never look perfect?

Jane’s little “secret” admiring had to come to an end when she saw those pretty e/c eyes staring right back at her. Jane’s eyes widened and her cheeks went pink in embarrassment . A smile graced y/ns lips, it wasn’t a teasing one though nor a smirk, it was a soft sweet smile. Jane looked away, staring back at her paper, too scared to see if she was still looking at her. How could Jane let this happen!? This was embarrassing! Even more embarrassing than the time when she tried using her powers on Angela! Jane heard a snicker from beside her and turned to look at Will, glaring at him. It wasn’t quite asintimidating as she thought though because her cheeks were pinker then the eraser on her pencil.

“Shes not looking anymore. Now you can go back to staring at her like a creep” Will teases with a snicker. Jane rolled her eyes. “Shut up” Jane says, lightly pushing Will with a huff.

Jane just couldn’t accept the fact that y/n l/n had her heart in a chokehold.

short but sweet!

omg guys yesterday I closed the car door on my pointer finger and it hurts like hell🙁

Send help please and thank you!😊

NOT PROOFREAD!

[kiatheinsomniac]

𝓴𝓲𝓪'𝓼 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ please read carefully before requesting

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒:

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘: ⋆ :₊ no.1 rule of this blog: if you're under 16 then leave now. I'm not comfortable with anyone under that age interacting with my posts and I expect 16-17 y/o followers to heed to my MDNI tagged posts while here. ⋆ :₊ I will only be writing requests that I feel inspired by. ⋆ :₊ Please be patient! Writing cannot always be my priority. Also, I complete requests chronologically so first come, first serve!

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: ⋆ :₊ headcanons for 1-5 characters at a time ⋆ :₊ drabbles, oneshots, twoshots ⋆ :₊ I love fandom crossovers too if you'd like to request those! ⋆ :₊ come to me with AU ideas too if you'd like!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: ⋆ :₊ SFW: male or female character x female or gender-neutral reader ⋆ :₊SFW: love triangles and 3-person poly relationships ⋆ :₊ NSFW: male or female character x female reader (simply because I find it too difficult to write gn readers into smut as it doesn't fit my descriptive style) ⋆ :₊ NSFW: love triangles, 3-person poly relationships, gangbangs/orgies of up to 4 characters ⋆ :₊ I will assume you're asking for a female reader unless specified otherwise

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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒: ⋆ :₊ female or gender-neutral readers for SFW works ⋆ :₊ CNC, dubcon, somnophilia, power dynamics, yandere, knifeplay

𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓𝐒: ⋆ :₊ I don't feel comfortable writing male readers ⋆ :₊ NSFW will not include gender-neutral readers ⋆ :₊ hyper-specific readers - a certain race, cultural background, personality trait, disability, etc. is alright but anything incredibly specific is something I take in commissions, not requests ⋆ :₊ I won't take NSFW requests from minors ⋆ :₊ non-con, explicit taboos (incest, minor-adult explicit relationships, etc.), unhygienic kinks such as piss/scat, cheating.

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Feel free to request fandom crossovers too!

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃:

✧ I will write for literally anyone (but pls don't overdo it with Jacob Frye)

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋:

✧ Any of the Dimitrescus, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐖 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘:

✧ Elliott, Magnus, Sebastian

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓:

✧ Alhaitham, Arlecchino, Ayato, Baizhu, Beidou, Clorinde, Cyno, Dehya, Diluc, Dottore, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lisa, Navia, Neuvillette, Ningguang, Pantalone, Raiden Ei, Scaramouche, Thoma, Tighnari, Xiao, Yae Miko, Zhongli (more will be added as I progress in the game ♡)

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋:

✧ Aglaea, Anaxagoras, Argenti, Aventurine, Black Swan, Blade, Boothill, Caelus, Dan Heng, Dr. Ratio, The Herta, Jioqiu, Jing Yuan, Mr. Reca, Mydei, Stelle, Sunday(more will be added as I progress in the game ♡)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

✧ Sol

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑:

✧ Mr, Crawling, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Scarletella

𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐍:

✧ Any of the ainur/elves, Aragorn, Faramir, Haleth

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀:

✧ Alucard, Carmilla, Drolta, Hector, Striga

𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄:

✧ Howl

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒:

✧ Tomoe

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑:

✧ Sebastian, Undertaker, Snake, Ash/Angela, Charles Grey

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒:

✧ Dominique, Johann, Noé, Olivier, Vanitas

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓:

✧ Sherlock Holmes, William James Moriarty

𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒:

✧ Akiko Yosano, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Golgo. Osamu Dazai, Sigma, Yukichi Fukuzawa

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

✧ Brother Day

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[spennsrs]

Hi! I noticed that your requests are open and that you are a Spencer simp (same!!) so I was wondering if I could request something with him? Anything really, I just think that the world needs more Spencer Agnew fics :))

TYPE OF WRITING: one sided pining drabble CONTENT CREATOR(S): spencer agnew of smosh SONG REC: my type by saint motel MARNIE'S NOTE: THE WORLD NEEDS MORE SPENCER !! i hope this satiates not only your need for more spence, but also my need lawl ... also spence is 100% besties to lovers type guy... also mayhaps part 2 in the future???

from: spenner 🐌 ' [y/n] ' ' [y/n] answer plz ' ' are u dead ' ' is this because i won at mario kart ' ' heeeeeeeeey ' ' im off work and im booooooored '

[y/n] lifts the pillow from their face, the constant buzzing of their phone making them frown. they pick the phone up, scrolling through the notifications. youtube... threads... x (you stick your tongue out... elon you bitch, twitter was fine)... a goofy smile tugs at their lips at the onslaught of texts from their best friend, spencer agnew, and as more came in.

from: spenner 🐌 ' my best friend, [y/n] [l/n] is dead!!1 ' ' haha get it ' ' family guy reference ' ' see [y/n] this is how much i need u in my life ' ' im making fucking family guy references '

they simply watch the three dots, signaling spencer was typing as more and more texts were sent by the curly haired man, shaking their head. finally, they decide it was enough torture for their poor friend, typing out a few texts. they giggle as the three dots disappear for a moment, only to reappear.

to: spenner 🐌 ' chill out you funion fuck ' ' im here ' ' unlike some people, some of us have lives while our best friend is at work '

this was a lie. they had (very shamelessly) not answered spencer in favor of catching up on their favorite tv show.

from: spenner 🐌 ' about damn time ' ' i was dying without you ' ' soooooo whats the plan can i come over or ' ' also funion fuck?????? '

to: spenner 🐌 ' so you can eat my food? ' ' ig you can :/ '

there was no response, and [y/n] had reason to believe spencer had either pulled a fast one and was now ignoring them, or was on his way. they opted to believe the latter.

they hurriedly get up to clean up what little mess there was, knowing spence really didn't care.

ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

spencer arrived at [y/n]'s apartment, sticking the key into the door and unlocking it. he got an odd thought as he stepped into the apartment, his mind wandering into what if territory. it was dangerous, sure... but it was hard when he had developed this huge, heart wrenching, heavy crush on his best friend.

he shakes his head when a voice calls out. "spencer? that you?" he chuckles at [y/n]'s voice, they knew the answer. but he decided to tease them.

"spencer who? it's a robber, announcing my break in. here i come!" he can't help but cackle as his best friend's head comes into view, frowning deeply. "yeah, yeah, it's me. literally the only other person that has a key to your apartment, dumbass."

"not true! angela and amanda have a key!"

a pang stung in his heart, but he shrugged it off. they were [y/n]'s friends, spence, chill. he was not about to be jealous over coworkers.

he makes his way to where [y/n] was, in their room with a sigh. he flops onto their bed dramatically, much to [y/n]'s amusement. they pat his leg before sitting back at their laptop, scrolling through their email. a comfortable quiet falls over the two, the only real noise coming from the soft clicking of keys from the laptop.

spencer turns his head to gaze at his friend- or, the back of them... not that he cared. this had become a common thing, him coming over to just.. decompress from work. he loved his position at smosh, but [y/n] was really his rock. they had been a constant in his life, keeping him grounded. he owed a lot to them... but he guessed it wouldn't be long before the whole crush thing began. how could he not? they were such a genuine and loving person, they accepted spencer for all his weirdness and even parroted it back to him. with [y/n], he could be himself, his true authentic self. not a facade he had to put on in front of a camera, not the one he had with other friends, he was himself with [y/n].

he slowly smiles as they turn their head to check on spencer, a soft pink painting itself on their cheeks.

"stop staring, weirdo. not a good look." "can i not stare at my amazingly gorgeous best friend?"

next thing he knew, spencer was laughing as a pen was chucked in his direction, sitting up.

one day, he would spill it all to [y/n]. but for now... this dynamic was good enough for him.

[artdisease]

nerdjo (nerd gojo) hcs

reposting stuff from twt + google docs, i'm still here w/ this nerdy lovable fella

nerdjo studies in either physics, something science related along w/ combining math as his major (or maybe both physics and math, pretty much as a quantitative analyst in a way)

he'd be the one w/ both the brains and the looks (he may not know this), he'd be smug over what he knows and the more knowledge he has despite being a huge flustered mess over his crush (aka you, y/n.)

his room would be filled w/ his digimon collection, figurines, posters plastered up on the walls that contain his interests, whatever he's studying in, motivation type stuff, pretty much anything to make it cool and cozy for him.

nerdjo helps you out w/ studying that he becomes your tutor on the subject you desperately need help in (+ failing at the same time)

nerdjo would also be the type to give you a mini test on your knowledge, juuuuust to make sure you were paying attention to what he was saying (mind you, he knows a lot more about) so it'd be his own version of trivia night but it's the subject at hand, if you get it correct, he rewards you w/ something of his choosing. if you get it wrong, he'd get all cocky while poking fun at you in the most playful way imaginable.

he'd get flustered when he gets the chance to see you (almost all the time for the study sessions) that his glasses practically almost fall off however does manage to put them back on in the right place

!! especially when you try pretty much anything and i mean ANYTHING to get him to react like this such as giving him sweet kisses, wrapping your arms around him while he's trying to explain how to solve the problem at hand, cupping his face gently, etc., he tries to contain himself during these sessions to the point of becoming nervous/embarrassed from it that you find it adorable that you'd want to do that more often.

also on the topic of him trying to remain calm in front of you, he'd do the same thing over the possibility of doing something way more intimate w/ you than just holding hands, hugging, kissing, that sort of stuff. he'd also jolt from the touch of your fingers on his neck to the point of his whole body shivering.

he'd focus so much on what's he’s reading about, studying or rather what's in front of him while he's sitting (especially w/ having his legs crossed over or stretching out), having the pencil tucked between his ear or placing it in his mouth, even readjusting his glasses from time to time as well, however forgets and almost lets them fall off before picking them up.

nerdjo also gets eyebags due to the amount of studying, assignments, homework and projects and lack of sleep he has to the point that he ends up falling asleep at his desk w/ the book replacing a pillow instead.

he definitely has a sleeper build, he reveals it to you after walking through the rain w/ him to where you'd end up in his room filled w/ merchandise of his interests, it'd feel like you witnessed a sculpture come to life.

MORE NERDJO STUFF HOORAY!!

nerdjo as your boyfriend would be super sweet + caring towards you, still helping you w/ assignments and study for exams. he'd take you on dates to the aquarium, the arcade, any sweets shop for that matter, just to make the two of you happy and to have some relief from all the schoolwork.

(i'll include this last one unless if i edit it out but i'd like to introduce you to dark academia!gojo from june of 2024)

dark!academia gojo would have an entire library that have shelves filled w/ so much classic literature along w/ poetry and writing, for instance, if you asked him if he had this or that, he'd immediately have it while casually holding it in his hands while you're describing it to him like he knows, he sees and reads all...

[someonesaidcake]

hi!! i’m just checking if u have written the first prompt that jisbonlover sent u in their ask? i really loved ur drabble for the 2nd one and i’ve been looking for the other prompt and i can’t find it 👉👈🥺 i really love ur writing and i’m looking forward 2 reading it!!

I hadn't... but now I have. Be careful what you wish for...

@jisbonlover this is your prompt xx

I've always been curious about what happened after Jane regained his memory in 'Fugue in Red'. What do you think happened next?

[AN: i did write something like this in chapter 7 of “does anyone know who you are?” so let's carry on from that last scene, but switch to his POV]

He appreciated the warmth of her hand as he stared out at the overgrown yard and its long-abandoned pool. Before the edges had cracked and the tiles had begun to lift, he’d taught Charlotte how to swim in there.

The memories flickered behind his lids like an old film reel.

Standing at the deep end with his arms outstretched, calling for Charlotte to jump. She would run, hesitate, then fling herself forward with a shriek he’d give anything to hear again.

The smell of coconut sunscreen. The slap of water. Her squeals of delight every time he launched her skyward and caught her safe.

Sounds sewn into the breeze.

He squeezed Teresa’s hand like it kept him anchored and she brushed her thumb over his knuckles like a soothing balm.

Somewhere in the memory, Angela manned the barbecue – laughing and distracted, towel slung over her shoulder.

Gulls flew overhead squabbling over discarded beach crusts, wings flashing silver in the sun.

He longed to crawl back into that memory, hold it tight against his chest, but he knew it would disintegrate in his hands. He couldn't hold it any more than he could hold the wind.

Instead, he tilted into the now, toward something he could still reach. He rested his head against Teresa’s chest and listened.

There, he found it. Her heartbeat – steady and real.

She didn’t move, didn’t speak, just let him stay there, finding solace and peace in her stillness and the soft thump.

[PS: new chapter of drabbles will be coming soonish]

[courtmandas]

A drabble/oneshot request -

Someone goes up to arasha at an event (maybe something like vidcon or a live event) and says whats it like being with court (thinking they are together but its actually angela whos dating or married to arasha and amanda to court, (i don't mind the status of their relationships)) and then says i'm sure its awesome but angela court and amanda are close behind and hear everything then not long after someone goes up to amanda and asks whats it like being with angela

Its safe to say everyone is thoroughly confused ad their relationships are known within the fandom but this also brings up insecurities within the group but specifically within their respective relationships but everyone is quick to reassure their respective person

So, I actually have a fic planned next that has a VERY similar premise to this, but I will give you a small snippet from it just as a teaser.

Arasha understood how the internet worked, all right. Fandom was a very specific entity, and while Arasha wasn’t very privy to all of it, there were people at Smosh who scrubbed through Reddit and fanfiction sites and all that. All that to say that she knew that there were cast dynamics that were favored among the fans. There was nothing wrong with that, of course. Like with anything, though, there were certain sects of fans who took it a little too far. It was why Arasha tended not to skim the comments on videos. Angela tended not to, either. However, fan interaction was kind of the name of the game at an event like VidCon. She just didn’t expect the fan interactions to start in the lobby of the hotel.

She’d woken up first, and as such, she’d immediately gone downstairs to the café in the lobby. She needed caffeine. Court, Ang, Amanda, Shayne, Chanse, and Trevor were coming down to join her some time in the next ten minutes or so, but for now, she was alone. She didn’t expect the barista that took her order to know who she was. Alas, the universe was not on Arasha’s side that morning.

“Oh my God, they told me you guys were staying here. That’s so awesome!”

Arasha didn’t want to snark back that they stayed in this hotel every VidCon. It was too early for human interaction. The only people who saw her this way were the cast. Angela usually got the brunt of it, for obvious reasons.

Arasha somehow managed to smile at the barista. “Here we are.”

The barista grew giddy as she wrote Arasha’s order on the cup. “You have to tell me what’s it like to be with the Courtney Miller.”

It took Arasha a second to even process what the woman meant and again, she was doing her damnedest to avoid being standoffish. So, she played along. Sort of. What harm could it do.

“I’m sure it’s fantastic.” Arasha replied. It was the truth. Amanda was glowing with happiness always.

The barista squealed. “Oh, I’m just so happy for you guys.”

It didn’t feel worth it to explain that she loved Courtney and she loved teasing Courtney in the realm of two friends who were touchy feely. It felt hard as hell to explain that Angela was her person, because technically they weren’t out to the public yet. Hell, Amanda and Courtney were legally married and they hadn’t made a formal announcement, either. She couldn’t exactly be upset at the barista for what her preference was. It wasn’t like she knew the truth or had any real way of discovering it.

Arasha tried not to dwell too hard. She just moved away from the register toward the handoff counter, and felt an enormous sense of relief when Amanda walked in next, followed closely by Shayne. They were chit chatting the way they usually did, most likely discussing the live Smosh Mouth episode they were doing later that day.

“Here you go, Arasha.” There was a different barista at the bar.

Arasha was grateful, until she saw that the first girl didn’t just write her name on the cup. Underneath her name in smaller writing were the words ‘courtrasha 4ever.’ Arasha laughed to herself and couldn’t help but hear the way the barista at the register was squealing over Amanda and Shayne, too.

What a damn morning.

Amanda got over to where Arasha was standing first. “Morning, girlie.”

“Morning. Where are the sleeping beauties?”

“Court’s still in the shower. Ang texted that she’s on her way down now.”

“Finally.” Arasha replied. She held out her cup for Amanda to inspect, expecting the same kind of stunned amusement that she’d felt. “Look. Check this out.”

The only change on Amanda’s face was a quick narrowing of her eyes as she read the message over. Otherwise, her demeanor stayed exactly the same. “That’s sweet.”

Arasha let out a baffled laugh. “Is that all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say? ‘Please Arasha take my wife?’”

That was the response she’d expected. “Yes, actually.”

“Ang not doing enough for you?” Amanda smirked right back.

And that. That was what Arasha loved about Amanda. She didn’t have a chance to come up with a comeback because Courtney and Angela were coming in now, though they weren’t even bothering to go towards the register to order. They both just beelined for Arasha and Amanda. Courtney, being a morning person, ran up and hugged Amanda tightly. Amanda squeezed her close, the affection crystal clear in her peal of laughter.

Angela, being the anti-morning person, bumped her shoulder affectionately against Arasha’s as she went past, grabbing the iced coffee with Arasha’s name on it from the handoff. Thankfully, the second cup didn’t have any mention of ‘Courtrasha.’ The fangirling barista was far too busy now to give them all a personalized thing.

Arasha couldn’t have been more grateful.

Amanda wasn’t mad exactly. Anger would’ve been an extreme reaction. The whole thing was harmless. What did it matter if strangers were into the idea of Courtney and Arasha as a couple. That wasn’t reality. It would be fucking stupid for Amanda to be jealous. Like, where would that even stem from. Who was there to be jealous of. Arasha? Random people on the internet who didn’t even know about Amanda’s marriage? Both of those options were ridiculous. Amanda wasn’t jealous. She was just aggravated. And really, she couldn’t figure out exactly why it was bothering her. Courtney and Arasha teased each other constantly. Amanda did it, too. The fans were just feeding off the energy they got.

Right?

“Court.” Amanda stopped walking, and gently tugged on Courtney’s elbow to stop her, too. They were a couple doors down from the room that was deemed Smosh’s holding area. The meet and greets were soon and Amanda was suddenly dreading them.

There must’ve been something in her expression because Courtney was instantly in worry mode. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Amanda forced herself to take a breath. Courtney would only worry more if she panicked over something so insanely dumb. She didn’t know what to say, so she just reached out to gather Courtney to her. Her wife was wearing heeled boots, so their usually significant height difference was cut in half. Courtney just leaned in close, one hand against Amanda’s collarbone and the other stroking into her hair. Amanda dropped her head forward, nuzzling Courtney in an effort to steady herself. It was working. Holding Courtney always worked.

She brushed a kiss against Courtney’s lips, not giving a shit at all if someone saw them. She wished somebody would. Part of her was so sick of hiding. “I love you.”

Courtney’s smile was warm and sweet. “I love you, too. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Amanda playfully tugged at the hand that was stroking through her hair so she could study Courtney’s ring finger. Her gold wedding band shimmered under the hall light. Every other finger was carrying a ring, too, though, and that was making Amanda feel worse. “Is our plan still on?”

Courtney’s gorgeous green eyes studied her closely. Amanda felt so exposed and yet, she didn’t give a shit. She wanted Courtney to see everything. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“Not exactly.” Amanda ran her thumb along Courtney’s wedding band. “I kind of just want to get it out in the open.”

“You wanna do it here?”

“Maybe? I just want people to know, Court. Like, I get it. The right people know already and I don’t want to force you to do anything, of course, but…”

“What’s bringing this on, baby?” Courtney went back to cradling her face.

Amanda shut her eyes. “The last thing I want to be is jealous.”

“You’re jealous? Of who?” Courtney sounded so confused.

Amanda couldn’t blame her. It sounded so fucking stupid. “Arasha.”

Courtney busted out laughing. “What?”

“I know. I know how it sounds, Court. It’s just that the barista at the café this morning thought you and Arasha were together. And it irritated me. I know you guys are touchy and flirty. That doesn’t matter. I just want people to know who you go home with. I know that makes me sound like a possessive asshole, Court, but I can’t help it.”

Courtney’s fingers were back in her hair, trying to soothe. “You’re not an asshole. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. If you want to announce it today, we can do that.”

“You should come out on stage during Smosh Mouth.” Amanda said, lightbulb clicking on in her brain.

“You’ve been thinking about this.” Courtney snorted playfully.

“I just want to freely talk about how madly in love with you I am.”

Courtney’s expression softened even further. “Well, when you put it like that…”

Amanda laughed, arms pulling Courtney closer so their lips could meet. “I do. I love you so much.”

“I love you, baby.” Courtney grinned. “And I think we might just break the internet in a couple of hours.”

“I can’t wait.”

[amangelaa]

You know the brain rot is real when you start dreaming about amangela again ;) also some shourtney

In my dream, Angela was filming a story on her phone about a hotel room before walking to the same bed as Amanda and making a joke at her. Amanda then started making silly faces to the camera.

You can hear Shayne & Courtney in the bed next to them, Courtney giggling at their antics, also recording a story of them as Angela & Amanda cuddle under the bed and pretend to start making out.

Shayne & Courtney pretending to be grossed out as they yell out in surprise and cover their faces.

It just makes the group laugh harder, and then they stop recording.

Someone write the drabble, these fics really do come to me in fever dreams

[nerdieforpedro]

The old switcheroo

If you could take one Pedro character and switch them into another of the characters universes, which one would it be? Let’s say, throw Dave York into The Great Wall. And what do you think that would look like? How would he do? Run with it. I even dare you to write a short dribble drabble. Well, I just wanted to write dribble drabble.

I'm unsure if my Drabble...if it can even be called that at this point 🤣 truly answers your question. I interpreted it, to mean that Dave and Pero switched places.

Our man Pero is dealing with it better than Dave, though, that could just be favoritism on my part. 👀 It's not all easy for Pero either, just different.

The question could have been any Pedro character, but I figured these two would be interesting.

I present: (I found Angela Lansbury! 💖)

Two Men out of Time

Dave York and Pero Tovar

Word Count: 1169 (I giggled - I am stuck in middle school).

Warnings: Limited understanding of Middle Ages, insults to ponytails, movie and video game references, William slander (I'm fine with this.), NAKED PERO, implied past sex work, Ogling a naked Pero, implying possible future sex work, maybe some inappropriate touching (I mean, she likely did, let's be real here), I think that's about it.

Notes: Like I said, no idea if this answered the question. This is what I wrote today after sipping two things of hot cocoa while brainstorming because you always have thought-provoking asks.

Silence can be a tool when done correctly. Honestly, it’s the best choice right now. He would close his eyes and try to picture himself back in the hotel, which he remembered falling asleep in, but he did that while he was laid out on his back near a river. 

Did not work. 

Had his face licked by a horse of all things. Dave has never had a reason to encounter a horse, and would have liked that to have been his only encounter with one, but with the horse, came three men. York tried to get up, but his clothes were much heavier than he remembered. The men called him a name he didn’t recognize and rather than correcting them, he remained quiet and nodded. They chuckled and patted him on the back after helping up, mocking him for falling off of his horse and that it was unlike him to not be able to handle his drink. Laughing with the men, Dave saw that they were all wearing armor like out of one of his daughter’s world history books. 

Which time period was this? Is he wearing armor too? Is that why it’s so hard to move? He also has weapons on his back. They’re swords, three of them. Looks to be one main and two twin swords. York was still clean shaven which appeared to confuse his comrades. They mocked him for his face, the pale one with the ponytail mocked him the most. Dave could break his neck, but he chuckled along before making a scowl. The men seem to be heading toward a village, maybe they’re in the middle ages. 

How is he going to navigate this? Is this ‘Pero’ supposed to be an ancestor of his? Wasn’t this a video game? Or that Michael Fassbender movie?

Their group arrives in a tavern where they drink some sort of barley based drink. Dave is by no means a lightweight, but five mugs in and he’s having trouble seeing straight. One of the barmaids? He assumes that’s what they're called, she helps him upstairs, but he shoos her away as she appears to want some money for certain services. Dave knows next to knowing about this time period, but he remembers hygiene not being a top priority. So in addition to not wanting to entertain that woman, the food may make him sick, he also may have rashes and expect vermin. Many of them. Maybe if he sleeps this time, he’ll wake up back in the bed with those two women he’d enjoyed the night with. Even if they weren’t there, just back the bed, in his own time would be great. Is he going to die from dysentery? Is that still a thing? Should he be concerned about a plague? “This is bullshit. When I wake up. I’m gonna smack that guy with the ponytail. I don’t look like a drowned rat. His name was William, he will pay.” Dave drifts off to sleep with anger in his heart for Will. The man in question’s ears burn while he continues to drink downstairs. 

Pero’s back felt good for once. He was on something soft, he rose out of bed too quickly. He’s naked. Unsure why and there’s two women looking at him curiously. “Dave, we don’t know where you’ve been but you can’t come here smelling like that. We got you washed and everything but we had to toss those sheets. The madam will be in to see you to talk to you about it.” For some reason, there were two women wearing undergarments he’s never seen telling him that they washed him and put him back in this bed. They were calling him Dave. He has no clue who this Dave is but apparently he is at this establishment quite a lot. Pero is familiar with this type of place. Maybe this is how the aristocrats have their brothels set up, though there are still many confusing things here. 

Moving to the edge of the bed, it doesn’t feel bad to be this clean, only odd. He wouldn’t even be scrubbed quite like this before meeting generals, lords or ladies. Cracking his neck, the door to his room opened and he was greeted by a stout woman in a silk dress. Her eyes focus between his thighs for a moment before going back to his face. She studied that as well. The two women were behind her and she closed the door on them, locking it. “You are not Dave York. A curious specimen of a man. You resemble him though, not quite in all the ways I see.” The woman moves to stand two feet away from Pero. “You can call me Ms. Magnolia. What should I call you handsome?”

“I am Pero Tovar Señora Magnolia. I do not know how I came to be here. I last remember falling off my horse. Who did you think I was?” His eyes follow her as she sits next to him on the bed and pats his shoulder. Tovar eyes her carefully, he can overpower her easily, but he knows little about what has happened. It’s best to get information first. 

“That’s no matter. You’re clearly not him. I feel that you’ll be more amenable to me supporting you as I help you navigate this strange world. You’re not from here or this time. So auspicious.”

“Are you a witch?”

“No. Just sensitive to the natural world my dear gorgeous man. If you don’t want my help, you’re more than welcome to use what money you may have on your person to pay for our services, but…” Ms. Magnolia stands and looks over her shoulder. “Given your current state, you may have trouble with that.”

“You would be correct Señora. May I have some clothes to put on so I can explore to get my bearings?” Pero placed his hands on his knees, if the madam might be swayed to help him in any fashion, he’ll need to use what he has. Tovar doesn’t see any of his weapons so his body is on deck then. 

“I don’t mind you like this Pero, but I understand you wouldn’t want to walk around like this. I can get you some clothes. There might be some things we can do to get you accustomed to things. Do not worry.” Her wide smile did in fact make him worry, but soon he was brought clothes and she ‘assisted’ him in putting them on. He next asked for food, which she did leave the room to go retrieve. Alone with his thoughts, Tovar closed his eyes. He had on what they call a t-shirt and sweatpants. They were loose, soft and comfortable. Easy to move in, but offer no protection. 

What the hell kind of mess had he gotten himself into now? Pero can’t even blame this one on William and his stupid ponytail that he never cuts off. No, Tovar will always blame that silly hair choice. 

Tagging @soft-persephone (for the drowned rat 🐀)

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