#smosh drabble

[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."

[haaszard]

refreshing ao3 on the amangela tag every hour since yesterday and no updates... i feel like an addict

[cod-dump]

DMs (mature, discussions of sex)

———

*relaxing at a bar*

Graves: I'm sure we all have had some… interesting messages from our soldiers at one point or another

Nik: I’ve definitely had INTERESTING ones

Graves: Can’t be more interesting than the time I was put in a group chat with FIVE of my Shadows who wanted a gangbang

Price, quietly: Alright, that didn’t take long

Nik: I have gotten several messages from some of my men BEGGING to suck me off

Price, giving in: Fuck it- A soldier once sent me screenshots of a groupchat that was created purely to talk about the shit my people would do to me. And they sent the most explicit messages

Nik: *laughs* I think I was a part of that!

Graves: *snorts into his drink*

Farah, sitting down with a drink: I had a couple soldiers asking if they could watch Alex fuck me

Graves: *unintelligible noises*

Farah: Or if they could fuck him while I watch

Nik: *bent over the table laughing*

Laswell, coming up to where they’re sitting: I have a whole folder on my phone with nothing but screenshots of when people sent me a message calling me ‘mommy’

Graves, wheezing: I’ve got so many messages about ‘wanting to tame a bronc’

Laswell: *laughs*

Price, unable to take a drink because of how hard he’s laughing: Oh my god- They keep asking if I wear the hat during sex or not!

Farah: Well do you?

Nik, slamming his drink down: he does!

*everyone loses their shit*

[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

[kayluh1915]

Overworked

A short Ianthony drabble because my Adderall decided to work today! It's about 150-300 words and there's no warnings. Just some cute domestic fluff 🥰

Anthony came downstairs, laughing loudly as the short video on his TokTok page looped again. He was laughing so hard his eyes were beginning to water. It was singlehandedly the funniest video he had seen in a long time and he knew that Ian would get a kick out of it too. He caught his breath and finally paused the video, heading towards the living room where Ian had been getting some writing done.

"Ian, you gotta see this, man. It's so fu-" Anthony stopped right in his tracks as he crossed the threshold of their living room, not wanting to disturb the sight he just walked into.

Ian was laying back on the couch, his feet propped up by the ottoman while multiple notebooks, callanders, and half baked scripts littered the space around him. His head was barely being propped up by his hand, his glasses lopsided on his face while his elbow resting comfortably on the end of couch.

Anthony locked his phone and put it in his pocket, a soft lovesick smile coming across his face. They were set to go on a much needed vacation next month and they both have been putting in the extra hours the past couple of weeks to make sure that everything would be set so they could relax and enjoy themselves. Ian, however, has been taking the brunt of it, putting rest off just to finish another page of scripting.

Ian would want Anthony to wake him up, but Anthony had different plans. As quietly as possible, he began to pickup everything surrounding his boyfriend. He had almost dropped their financing binder at one point and almost had a heart attack when Ian stirred from it, but he'd went right back to sleep much to Anthony's relief. Once everything was picked up, he grabbed on their throw blankets from their cozy basket and gently covered him up.

Ever so gently, Anthony removed Ian's glasses and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Love you," he whispered so quietly he isn't sure he said it aloud. Anthony laid Ian's glasses down atop the coffee table and grabbed all of Ian's stuff before heading towards their office to get some of the work done while Ian finally got some sleep.

[38livesalone-has3cats]

absolutely desperate to start writing again😫 pls send in any lewis pullman character requests or just requests in general LMAO

im just highkey hyperfixated on lewis rn😭

sorry its been a while lolz, pls send em in !!

[baflegacy]

ripping through the softest skin

“I had five plus years of thinking we would never be friends again, Angela. You just learn how to live with it.”

(drabble)

—

He finds her by the balcony.

“Angela—“

“—No, Ian. I don’t need it right now.” She takes a long swig, wincing at the burn of alcohol. “Let me just sit outside. In peace.”

Despite the hard set to Angela’s jaw, Ian takes a seat beside her anyways. “You know I can’t leave my kid alone like this.”

She lets out a bitter chuckle. “We both know we don’t really do that ‘kid/dad’ thing, dude. That’s you and Arasha’s thing.”

“Still,” He sighs. “Of course you’re fucking capable, you’re an adult—but I don’t just want to leave you out—“

“How do you fucking do it, man?” Angela glances at him before staring at the skyline again. “I feel so, so—stupid. Thinking that—“

“—You had a chance?” Ian finishes for her, smirk softening when he sees her grimace. “I had five plus years of thinking we would never be friends again, Angela. You just learn how to live with it.”

“You still believed that even when he came back?” She asked, not unkindly. The question still makes him frown, though.

“Had to, anyways. If nothing happened before, then why would…” He trailed off, before shaking his head. “Just—don’t beat yourself up over it, okay? You thought there was something between you two and then suddenly there wasn’t, nobody would think you’re the bad guy for catching feelings along the way.”

“Easier said than done, Ian.” Her voice turns wobbly at the end. “I just thought—“

Angela’s voice catches on a sob, and Ian wraps an arm around her and pulls her close, letting her cry.

“I thought we were on the same page,” She confesses, her voice sounding impossibly small. “Because—because I’d just get these looks and she’s one of the few that just gets me and I thought it was the same for her,” Her breath rattles as she exhales. “I—I know she’s my best friend, I know we’re best friends, but I thought we could’ve been more than that. That we were on our way to being more than that.”

Angela wipes her tears with her sleeve. “I thought she’d be my person and I’d be hers but—clearly that’s not fucking happening,” Another bitter chuckle. “God, I must’ve looked like an idiot—thinking that I ever had a chance. Of course I fucking don’t.”

Ian sees all this; The tears that are drying on Angela’s cheeks, the slight tremor in her voice, the pinched look on her face. He sees all this and pulls her closer.

“I don’t—I can’t—“ He starts, voice thick. “Look, you and I know that this shit can’t be fixed in a month, but what I can tell you is that it gets easier.”

“What, seeing them?”

“Living with it.” Ian smiles ruefully. “To tell you the truth—it never really stops hurting. Sometimes it—sometimes something comes up whenever I even see him and I just—“ He closes his eyes and exhales, tries to keep his voice monotone. “It never really goes away, is what I’m saying. Not in the way you want it to.”

Angela says nothing, but pats the hand that’s wrapped around her. Ian thinks it’s a start.

(Somewhere, inside, Anthony wraps an arm around Amanda’s waist as she kisses him on the cheek. He scrunches his face, looks at her, and laughs.

And Anthony thinks that maybe, maybe this is what love is like.)

[cosmicsmosh]

taking requests for smosh fics/one shots/drabbles/hcs/etc.!! need a lil inspo please and thank you!

[okiankeno]

Medieval and Royalty AU, Forbidden love

Ser Amanda would do anything to see Lady Angela soar above everyone else.

day 3 of 31 for my amangela drabbletober

[baflegacy]

oops the brainrot got to me so i wrote something:

1.) The first time, it was a complete accident on their part.

It was simply Amanda seizing a perfect opportunity for her character to have a narrative, and Angela just went along with it. Sure, she couldn’t really take all of Amanda’s flirting seriously when she was wearing that ridiculous wig-and-top-hat combo—more or less it was like being transported back to junior year when some freshman who thought he could bag any girl would make a move on her—but still, Angela couldn’t deny that Amanda-as-Edwin had some amount of game. But that was a secret she would take to her grave.

After all, it was all for the bit. Nothing any more than that.

“So we’re definitely married and have two kids the next time we play this, yeah?” Amanda asks her after the shoot, sans wig but still wearing the yellow suit. Angela does not want to think about how much the look suits her.

Angela rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “Y’know, if you wanted to marry so bad you could’ve just told me instead of roleplaying as some fuckboy for two hours.” She retorts, which makes Amanda lean back on her chair laughing.

They move on. Angela doesn’t think about flirtatious remarks or mischievous smirks sent her way while they were filming.

2.) The second time—well, it wasn’t really an accident, but it still wasn’t planned.

Look, it’s the name of the game, okay? The both of them (the both of them meaning New York and Toilet Girl, Amanda wanted to reiterate, not Amanda and Angela as themselves) kept matching with each other while they were playing Love is Blind. It’d be dumb of her to not pull a proposal right then and there so they could eventually bag a win, right?

Whatever—they weren’t even flirting, for Christ’s sake. Most of their in-character interactions have been flip-flopping between arguing with each other or talking shit about the other’s character in their confessional scenes. Amanda just saw a chance and took it, like most things that had to do with Angela.

(No, she doesn’t think about the fact that all of her answers have been genuine and Angela’s answers were probably genuine as well. She doesn’t think about the fact that they’re actually really compatible with each other despite the bickering and the teasing.

She doesn’t think about Angela saying yes so easily, like no wasn’t even an option with her. She doesn’t think about it at all.)

So yes, they’re engaged and inevitably win and they get fake-married in this ridiculous game. She’s holding both of Angela’s hands and Tommy holds a sheet of paper in front of them so they could kiss. She pretend to go for it, enveloping Angela and grazing her cheek with her lips.

She doesn’t think about the softness of the ‘kiss’, how she feels Angela shiver at the contact ever so slightly. They finish the shoot and the rest of the day comes and goes.

3.) “You guys are cool playing as each other’s wife for the short film, yeah?” Patrick asks, as if he’s talking about the weather and not the fact that he essentially casted two of his close friends (who have done this kind of dynamic a lot of times, holy shit they’ve done this so many times) as a couple. Angela clutches her mug of coffee as Amanda goes surprisingly quiet at the question.

A beat passes, and panic creeps up inside her as the two of them wait on who will speak first. Shit, she doesn’t know what to say—or how to even react, really. Because she saw the script, knows that the words “our house” and “my wife” will leave Amanda’s lips. It becomes less funny once there’s no bit to run with or game to win. It all become a little more real.

“Of course, Pat.” Amanda replies, and Angela lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “I mean, we are kinda used to it by now.”

Amanda laughs, but even to Angela’s ears it feels a little bit strained, and it piques her interest. She wants to turn her head, to look at Amanda’s reaction, to know what she’s thinking at the moment—but she can’t. Because she’s also afraid that Amanda’s feeling the same way; that feeling of unfamiliarity and trepidation. That feeling of things being more and more unavoidable as time goes on.

(Days later, the both of them are laying down on the makeshift bed, the apple box digging into her ass uncomfortably. There’s no one in the room but them in this quick moment—Patrick and the other film crew checking something out from another room before they shoot this scene.

The room feels weirdly stifling, and she glances at Amanda as she pushes down the comforter with one hand.

She sees Amanda’s parted lips, at her slightly dazed look, at the way her eyes dart between her face and the ring on her finger—the ring Angela herself picked for the both of them, at the ring that Amanda’s also sporting.

Time seems to swirl between the two of them, somehow everything else feeling lost, and Angela thinks—

Oh.)

something something it took amanda and angela getting fake married three times for them to realize their feelings for each other

[fandomlit]

gif cred belongs to @smoshmonker

requested by anon "i’d love a reader x ian hecox fic if you’re taking requests! preferably in-smosh but up to you :-)"

imagine secretly dating ian hecox

"who do you guys think would die first on a desert island?" courtney asked, tapping their pencil against the table. you, courtney, shayne, angela, and amanda were awaiting some cast and crew to filter into the meeting room after they finished a shoot.

"probably chanse," angela nodded seriously, gaze locked on the far wall. courtney laughed out in surprise. "i love him, but i don't think he could fend for himself."

"i don't know how well you would do, angela, especially without caffiene.."

"i think ian," amanda proposed after a few other suggestions. mutterings arose from her comment, both for and against it. "i just don't think he'd know what to do with himself. i think he'd be totally lost."

"i don't think so," you spoke in return, the first true opposition of the conversation. your friends heads snapped to you, watching as your cheeks reddened under their gazes. "i think ian would do just fine." when you were just met with silence and a sly gaze from courtney you continued, "i mean, he leads us well. he's a smart guy and he knows how to separate his feelings from his work while still being passionate." your cheeks were only getting redder as your friends gazes remained locked on you. "i think that would get him far."

"you seemed to notice a lot about ian, y/n," courtney hummed. they opened their mouth to say something more to your small group when the door opened.

"alright, alex will join after they finish tear down and then we can start," ian sighed as he walked into the conference room, a few others trailing in behind him. he froze, just inside the doorway, when all of the gazes snapped to him. "what?"

"y/n doesn't think you would die first on a deserted island," amanda offered with a smirk. ian just furrowed his brow at her, giving a slightly offended look.

"yeah, she just defended your honor," courtney added with a knowing giggle. you felt like you were on fire when ian looked over at you.

"you people seriously don't think i'd make it on a desert island? i'm literally your boss! your leader!" he demanded as everyone broke into laughter in the room. ian shook his head as he finally sat down. "y/n, you're promoted." you clapped for yourself as angela mock-gasped.

as a fake argument ensued over your "promotion" and how whoever could truly survive on a desert island deserved that promotion instead, ian's gaze flicked to you. he could tell from the look courtney was giving you that they thought they had figured your feelings out just by their little hypothetical. but then ian caught your eye, and with a warm feeling pooling in his heart, shot you a wink and a smile. you smiled sweetly in return.

if only courtney really knew.

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Could you do something like gamer! Spencer Agnew x bookworm! female reader by chance?

Gamer Boy, Reader Girl || Spencer Agnew x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist  ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: you being a reader and your boyfriend spencer being a gamer works perfectly

word count: 528

warnings: none

a/n: yes yes yes omg this is something i’ve thought about a lot! like i’m just a haley out here lookin for my ryan yk 🤧. anyways here’s a cute lil drabble for you!

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You shifted on the couch, your head in Spencer’s lap as you turned the pages of the book you were fully engrossed in. The only noise was the clicking of his controller and the occasional sound effects coming from the TV.

As he felt you move one of his hands came down to absentmindedly play with a strand of your hair, the one still working the controller.

“How’s the book?” He asked.

You smiled as you answered, looking up at him. “Amazing.”

“Yeah? Tell me about it?”

“So basically this mortal girl gets transported to fae and she goes to school there but there’s this prince who has a tail and—”

He laughed. “Bro’s a furry.”

“No shut up, he’s a hot fae prince who just so happens to have a tail.”

“Dude sounds like a jerk,” Spencer said.

“He is,” you nodded.

“Right I forgot, you like grumpy sunshine or whatever.”

“Ok not the right trope, but so close,” you laughed. “You’re getting better.”

“Having a bookworm girlfriend is really enhancing my vocabulary,” Spencer agreed, his hand now moving to your arm, his fingers trialing over your skin lightly. He cleared his throat. “Watch this: that prince guy is not endgame.”

You clapped dramatically. “Not bad. And you’re just jealous because I’d leave you for him any day,” you joked.

“Ouch,” Spencer clutched his chest in mock offense.

“He’s a fictional man, you never stood a chance,” you teased.

“Kiana said I’m written by a woman, but whatever,” Spencer mumbled, looking at the screen now as his game restarted.

“I’m kidding, Spence,” you say, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before laying back down. He laid his arm over your waist. “But I am making you read this when I’m done with it.”

“Bro not again, I already read that other one about the crows you like.”

“Yeah, and you loved it.”

“Ok yeah, it was pretty banger,” Spencer agreed, “Dude can pick a lock.”

You giggled at his description. It made you smile to remember that he had gladly read one of your favorite books for you and enjoyed it.

You looked up at the screen and watched his avatar make his way through the abandoned house in the game he was playing. He had tried to teach you for hours once but it had ended in you just watching him and providing commentary as he navigated the map.

“So you will read it?” You asked finally.

“Anything for you, babe,” he answered, stopping the game for a second to lean down and kiss you softly.

And then you were both silent for a while as you focused your attention on your book and he focused his on his game.

You enjoyed this. Just being together as you both did things you loved. Spencer rubbing circles on your hip gently as you turned page after page.

It was nice knowing that you felt so comfortable with him that you could share your interests like this. You didn’t have to talk, just be with each other as you both got lost in other worlds. You could do this for hours, you thought.

And you did.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ ahh hope u enjoyed this loves!! more stuff coming soon! also if u know what books i referenced ilysm 💋

[emeraldserenade]

hi!!! I was wondering if we could get a congresswomen!reader (Kinda Like Bucky?) with Joaquin? Like she's a thunderbolt (incorporate that however you want) and they are in love in secret

They are always stealing glances at each other and meeting up quietly even after the whole suing process

So imagine how the internet would react when two suppose 'enemys' are seen kissing (hugging if perfer). How would sam and bucky (my shaylasssss) react?

thank you so much in advance, you've been the only person who's actually done this request (if you do 🤞)

kisses, adria

Secret Lovers ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You and Joaquín kept your relationship a secret for as long as you could

tw: fem!reader, reader's superhero name is Mystic, slight smau (there are some insta posts), cursing, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi, Adria!! I love the secret lovers troupe so much!! I don't know why anyone wouldn't want to fulfill this request but here you go!! I'm listening to Smosh Reddit Stories and they are keeping me going with writing today!!

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You met Joaquín before the whole suing process started, you were just visiting DC for your job as a congresswoman. You ran into him at the grocery store, tired of eating out and wanting to use the kitchenette in your hotel room. You literally ran into him, full on chest to chest, fall on the floor run into him.

"I'm sorry!" You announced from the floor, embarrassment tinging your tone. "I wasn't paying attention where I was going," you added on, accepting his hand to help help you up.

"You're the one that ended up on the floor and you're sorry?" He teased, his brown eyes sparkling under the florescent lights. You noted how unfair it was that he still looked so good under the unforgiving lights. "I'm Joaquín Torres, by the way," he offered his hand and you took it. You offered your name before speaking again.

"I ran into you, it's my fault. So yeah, I'm sorry," you told him, fake outrage in your tone. One that was easily seen through and laughed about. "But really, I am sorry about running into you," you added on, seriousness lacing every word.

"Well, can I take you out on a date then? Just so you can prove how sorry you truly are," he questioned and you smiled.

"I'm only in town for a few more days," you told him and his smile just widened.

"Then we can go out tonight," he said and you had a twinge of guilt in your stomach for what you were about to say.

"Joaquín, I'm sorry but I've done nothing but eat out for the last few days. I was really hoping to eat something homemade, or hotel kitchenette made really," you told him but his smile didn't waver.

"You can come over to mine, I'll make us dinner," he offered and when he saw you about to argue he kept talking. "I have no other motive, I truly want to go out with you. And I'm a great cook, I learned from my mamá," Joaquín said and you relented at the handsome man's words.

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That dinner started your relationship, one you two kept hidden because of the public nature of both of your jobs. Or at least, it started as just the public nature of your job before he became Falcon, then it was both of your jobs. But then you were forced into being a New Avenger. Very publicly in fact, so public that Joaquín called you not even a few minutes after the press release.

"Baby, what's with this New Avengers thing?" Joaquín questioned, no 'hi' or 'hello'. No 'I miss you' or 'how are you'.

"Fuck if I know! Valentina Allegra de Fontaine is crazy! That man, the one in the blue sweater, he was apart of her human experimentation. I wasn't even aware there was press behind that curtain of rubble!" You ranted and you heard Joaquín sigh lightly.

"Baby, I miss you," he said and you relaxed, realizing he wasn't mad at you.

"I miss you too," you told him, ignoring the looks from the others as they walked closer to you. You walked farther away, trying to keep your conversation private. "How are you healing?" You asked, worried about his incident at Celestial Island.

"I'm ok, just wishing you were here to kiss my booboos better," he joked and you let yourself smile.

"I'll come visit when I can, I promise," you told him. "I love you so much, honey," you told him.

"I love you more," he told you before the line went dead.

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Sneaking around with Joaquín got harder once Sam started to sue The Thunderbolts, you still refused to call yourself New Avengers. Your job as a congresswoman was put on the back burner by some higher ups so you could focus on the new team, and that made it harder for you to justify going to DC whenever.

You went anyway, claiming you were meeting with other people who wanted your opinion. But you were standing outside Joaquín's house as you waited for him to open the door. "Angel, you're here," Joaquín breathed out and pulled you into a kiss. You melted into it, running your hands up his chest, over his shoulders, and locking your arms around his neck.

"I said I was coming," you told him as you pulled away to breathe.

"I know, I'm just happy to see you," he said, pulling you in for another kiss.

You two were completely unaware of someone taking a photo of you two kissing on Joaquín's porch. But it wouldn't stay that way for long, both of your phones were blowing up not even an hour later. You were just trying to peacefully watch a movie together when you finally checked what was happening.

Lena: Care to explain this? Lena: Congresswoman and New Avenger Y/n kissing Falcon on his porch

Bucky: Y/n, what is this about you kissing that Torres boy? Bucky: I'm not mad at you. The opposite actually, you picked a good man if you're dating

Valentia: Not all press is good press Valentia: Star Crossed Lovers Falcon and Mystic?

You looked at Joaquín and he just showed you the messages from Sam.

Sam: Joaquín, are you dating y/n? Sam: I'm not mad Sam: I just need to know Sam: She's a good choice if you are dating

"We're fucked," you muttered before you had an idea. "We need to set the record straight," you told him and he looked at you.

"How?" His smile was still on his face.

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yourusername: Joaquín and I have been dating for years, long before I was a New Avenger and long before he was Falcon.

tagged: @/joaquíntorres

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user2: I knew it! My ship is real!

user20: you were shipping real people? 😭

user2: They're my otp!

samwilson: I knew there was something there, he watches your press conferences too much for there not to be

yourusername: He does? 🥹

valentina_allegra_de_fontaine: So happy for you two!

yourusername: Sure...

joaquíntorres: @/yourusername can I propose now

yourusername: Not in my comment section!!

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joaquíntorres: I can offically claim her as my girl

tagged: @/yourusername

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yourusername: I forgot about those photos. God I love you, honey

joaquíntorres: I love you more, baby

yelenabelova: Fuck, you two are a hot couple

yourusername: Fuck yeah we are!! Look at my man

samwilson: How's we go from the wholesome post from @/yourusername to this filth?

joaquíntorres: I can't help it. @/yourusername always makes me horny

yourusername: Honey!! We need to put you through social media training

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You thought the fallout of you and Joaquín being together would be worse. But it seemed to fix a lot of things, Valentia was forced into letting you do a press conference without her there. You took that press conference to change the name back to The Thunderbolts, which ended the suing process. "And I want to clear up some confusion, we did not agree to be called New Avengers. In fact, we would rather be known as The Thunderbolts. Valentia Allegra de Fontaine named us without our knowledge or consent, so if you would be so kind as to call us by The Thunderbolts, we would greatly appreciate it," you gave them your practiced smile, the one that said you weren't changing your mind.

"You're one smart woman, y/n," Sam said to you as you walked off the stage; he was there with Joaquín while you did the press release.

"Thank you, Sam. I figured this would be a better use of my time instead of answering questions I'd rather not," you said right before Joaquín pulled you in by the waist to kiss you. You heard the clamoring of people behind you before the flashes and clicks of cameras went off. You smiled into the kiss but pulled Joaquín closer, if they wanted photos, you two would give them photos.

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[the-lazyyy-artist]

Ok so this is my first time ever doing an ask so if I’m doing this wrong PLEASE tell me. Anyways I wanted to ask for some Oliver Aiku angst. Specifically where we’re married and he’s been cheating but he’s done a weirdly good job at hiding it. But then we find out and leave him. And if you could PLEASE make it in Oliver’s POV for extra male groveling. Now again this is my first time doing an ask so if I come off as demanding or just not detailed enough please forgive me. 🤕😭🫶🏼🤕

moral of the story oliver aiku x gn!reader

Synopsis: Oliver Aiku had everything: fame, the best career, and the love of his life... but sometimes, the snake slithers into the garden of Eden to poison everything.

Tags and Themes: angst, cheating, divorce, established relationship, marriage, people asking stupid questions, aiku's human condition biting him in the ass, ooc lmao, ubers team mentioned eheh

Author's notes: Hello, sweetpea! Oh, this took me a while to write, and you're my first ever request for a drabble! haha! Thank you so much for dropping this request! I wrote it as well as I could. I drew inspiration from stories I heard from that one Reddit story that Smosh read. I forgot which episode, but I will link it here if I find it again. I hope you love it! Likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated!

photo grabbed from Pinterest (owner unknown; will search for it and add it here)

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On nights, he would stay up and wonder where he went wrong.

He knew he had gotten something wrong; he wasn't stupid, but the turn of events was something he couldn't control, or at least that's what he told himself to comfort him. The dissatisfaction, the cheating, the decision.

He lost everything that he once had.

If we go back to 2 years ago, Oliver Aiku was on the top of the world. Everyone loved him, everyone adored him. He was at the peak of his career at the ripe age of 27, one of Japan's most treasured players as he played for Italy. He was every kid's dream player and every teenager's role model in sports. And most of all, he had you, the best partner he could ever have; you were the one who knew him best since childhood until now and the best support he could ever have had. In every interview he had, he would honor you, telling the world that you're his lucky charm.

He had his dream life.

He had all the best in the world.

In your two years of marriage, he lived for the moment in the privacy of your shared home more than the spotlight on him all the time. Mornings were sweet as he would hold you in his arms, whispering "good morning" in your ear. As sweet love was shared between the safety of your sheets, he knew so well that this was his heaven, having you by his side. The routine of your quiet and comfortable days was something he held close to his heart because he knew how much you cared for him every day, and he gladly reciprocated that. It was all so surreal.

You were so surreal.

But sometimes, the devil slithers silently into the garden without anyone noticing, and for Aiku, it was the playful banters he had with his teammates.

"Don't you ever find it boring?" Lorenzo asked as they all gathered back into the locker room after a productive day of practice. That question alone got everyone's attention.

"Find what boring?" Barou chimed in, his gruff voice echoing in the room. Lorenzo cocked his head towards Aiku as he replied, "I was asking Mr. Lavender Haze here. I wanna know if marriage ever gets boring." Barou scoffs, shaking his head at his teammate. "You wouldn't understand that because all you ever care about is money."

"True, but that's because money can't hurt me," Lorenzo snickered. He slung an arm around Aiku, leaning all his weight on the defender. "Aiku has given up being a player for his partner. That's something I never expected him to do. He'd always disappear every time we're out drinking."

"There are things that needed to be sacrificed for love, Lorenzo," Aiku said, removing Lorenzo's arm around his shoulders. "You'd understand once you fall in love."

"But does it get boring?" Niko asked. The youngest of the team was never one to ask or peep when they talk about relationships, but this conversation must have piqued his interest. "Two years of marriage with the same person and all you do is now a routine. Surely, you'd return to your natural self, your human tendency of being a player."

"Niko, that's why sacrifices are made. I wouldn't have married them if I didn't truly love them. Besides, I know what I was doing before was destructive and inappropriate. I changed for them, and I couldn't be happier."

Niko hummed in response and continued whatever he was doing. But for Aiku, the questions stayed in his mind for quite a while. Does it ever get boring?

That's why he'd break up his past relationships before; 3 months of being together turn dull for him. He needed excitement, a challenge. He needed the thrill of chasing and pursuing. He lived for that high. But you..

You offered contentment, satisfaction, safety, and security. Something he never felt before because he tended to cheat and lily pad. He never wanted to settle down until you came back into his life and accepted him for who he was, loved him despite his past, and cared for him more than he ever cared for himself. You were the epitome of perfection in his eyes.

It was then he realized he still wanted it.

He wanted to get high on that feeling again.

It started small. Drinks with the team would turn into them entertaining fangirls at the bar. It wasn't new that Aiku would get the attention. Girls loved how he looked: his heterochromic eyes and how he carried himself. He'd tell them he was married at first, but with the need for thrill, he eventually gave in and chatted with one of the girls.

He didn't push her away when her hand started to wander on his thighs.

He didn't pull away when her lips got too close to his.

Eventually, his thoughts turned into fruition. The devil made him bite into the apple that wasn't supposed to be eaten, but whatever.

One make-out session turned into secret texts and calls. He was so good at being so discreet, making him feel nostalgic. His excuses weren't so obvious that you'd start suspecting him of anything. Rendezvous were hidden under the guise of extra training time due to an upcoming match, and calls were excused as ones from his manager about "interviews". He was careful, but could not hide the fact that it was...

It was everything he wanted, and he wanted more. More of the thrill, more of her, while still in the safety of your love and marriage.

How could you be so blind, he asked himself. How could his lovely partner be so trusting of him? How could you still smile and kiss him without knowing he was betraying you?

How could he imagine a life without you?

Months passed, and he knew he was in too deep. He started prioritizing the "practices" and "calls from the manager" over the time he should spend with you. It annoyed you, but you knew that's one of the things you were made aware of when you married the football star. His career comes first; the sports community will always have his attention first.

The calls kept coming, and one day, you answered one on his phone.

It wasn't the voice of his manager.

You were quick to pack up and leave despite his pleas, telling you he was sorry, that it was a mistake, that it wasn't supposed to happen.

"I told you, Aiku. When you proposed to marry me, I told you one mistake, I'll leave. I trusted you with all of my life, Aiku. I accepted you and saw how you changed for our marriage, and yet you betrayed me."

He couldn't bring himself to look you in the eye after that.

He couldn't bring himself to wake up every morning, your absence making it all heavier. You weren't coming back soon, and he messed up. He lost you. He lost the life he knew he wanted. He lost the love he never deserved in the first place, yet you gave it to him wholeheartedly. You gave him a chance, and he failed.

The divorce papers arriving at his doorstep made it all worse.

He didn't want to sign it. He stared at it for too long, for days... for weeks... until your lawyer had to ring him up for the deadline.

He hated himself. For the first time, he hated every fiber of his being.

Every court meeting is like seeing the light because he gets to see you, his perfect angel. The only love he's ever known. But you would never meet his eyes. Always looking away, always so distant. He did this, he caused this. He lost the only love he ever knew.

After two whole years and several court hearings, your divorce was finalized. And for the first time in a long time, Aiku finally caught a glimpse of your eyes, the closest thing he could get to feeling your love once again, yet the words that came out of your mouth crushed him.

"I hope you realize that I will be the only one who will truly love you for you and not for your money and fame."

Aiku wasn't a crier. He never was, but he found himself breaking down at your words and how real this finally felt. He truly lost you. You were no longer his, and he's just a shell of a broken man.

He'll be haunted by the ghost of you, forever...

[spenceragnewfics]

what about a smutty fic where spencer gives you a facial? 😳😳

Gonna try out a new style. This won't be for all of them, just short little drabble and blurbs.

The night was young, no later than 10 pm. Y/N and Spencer had just finished a well deserved date night. The two hadn't had much time to go out with the crazy project schedule for something coming up soon at Smosh but it finally ended today. Weeks of hard work finally paid off and it was something the whole company was excited about.

The two went to a fancy restaurant, not something they usually go to, both preferring something the other cooked or fast food but Spencer wanted to do something special. Maybe that's why he's getting something special now that the two are back home.

The curly haired man is running his hands through his hair as his girlfriend is on her knees in front of him. Her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock as her eyes tear up from taking him so deep.

His head leans back as he moans loudly, not caring about trying to keep his sounds in as she works her magic on him. While Spencer hasn't dated many women, he has had a several blowjobs and Y/N is the best one to give them to him.

"Fuck, baby!" He practically whines when she suddenly deep throats him. Her throat constricting around him as he breaths heavily. The feeling beings stars to his eyes for a moment before she pulls off his cock to take some deep breaths. Her hand still stroking him.

"You like that, baby? Am I doing good for you?" She asks, her eyes look at him through her lashes with a naughty smile on her face. "Fuck yeah you are. Holy shit." He says and she giggles before putting him back in her mouth.

Her speed increases as he starts to twitch in her mouth. "Baby, oh my fuck! I'm gonna cum." He warns as his hands move to stroke her cheeks.

Pulling back quickly, she uses both her hands to jerk him off and squeezes every so often. His eyes squeeze shut as he cums all over her face. The sticky warm liquid makes her smile as he shoots ropes of it onto her face.

Once he's done, he looks down at her and swears he fell in love all over again. Looking up at him is the love of his life, biting her lip as she gathers the cum on her face before putting it in her mouth and swallowing.

"Maybe I should take you out to a fancy place more often."