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hayleythesugarbowl · 8 months ago

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you should do a spencer agnew x reader but reader is the new smosh games PA and she has a slow burn / flirty relationship with spencer :)))

Cool Shoes || Spencer Agnew x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist • part 2 ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: when you join smosh as the newest addition to the games crew, you are immediately attracted to spencer. but will your little crush turn into something more?

word count: 3.7k

warnings: mild language

a/n: thank you so much for this request ml!! i love writing for spencer sm and honestly i kinda fell in love w him a little bit while writing this so ty 🤭 this isn’t superrr slow burny (i got to excited and eager lol oops) but there’s plenty of flirting and i hope you enjoy this!! 🎀

edit!! i have a part two now, so if you enjoy this fic go check that out 💋

<— some more spencer fics • next part —>

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“And this concludes your official tour of Smosh,” Shayne said, throwing his arms wide. “Any questions?”

“Yes,” you answered, “Is that my ring?”

“(Y/n),” Shayne whined as he slipped the ring that was definitely yours into his pocket quickly, “That’s what you got out of my tour?”

“You’re right, I’m sorry Oh Wise Guide,” you teased, “You know I wouldn’t be here without you. Or if I was, I’d be really lost.”

You had just officially begun your job at Smosh that morning. Shayne had immediately started showing you around and you really were grateful.

You’d known Shayne for years and he was the one that suggested you try and get a job with Smosh when you’d moved to LA a few months ago.

You’d gotten a job as the Smosh Games PA and you couldn’t wait to get started. You already knew a lot of the people who worked there—either because you’d met them through Shayne outside of Smosh or from the multiple times you’d visited the studio before you’d applied for the job.

Plus, this was the first job you’d had where you actually felt like you’d be doing something you enjoyed.

“Who’s lost?” You heard a voice from behind you and you spun around quickly.

“Oh, (Y/n), this is Spencer, the director of our games channel,” Shayne introduced you to the man who had spoke. “Spencer, this is (Y/n), the new games PA.”

You knew you should’ve said something to him along the lines of ‘hi, nice to meet you. i’m (y/n). i look forward to working with you’ but all that came out was “Cool shoes.”

You didn't know why that was what your mind had landed on—he was wearing basic gray sneakers—but you were so caught off guard by how attractive he was that you’d kinda choked.

Because damn. He had the most gorgeous eyes you’d ever seen on a person before.

Spencer smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Either you’re just trying to kiss ass already or you’ve got really bad taste in shoes because these babies are mid at best.”

You smiled, looking down at your own shoes. “Definitely the second option—these are someone’s grandma’s shoes. Seriously, I scavenged them from my Nanna’s closet.”

This got you a laugh from Spencer and you continued, “Unless I should be kissing ass?”

“Nah,” Spencer waved the thought away, “most of your job’s just gonna consist of bringing me Mountain Dew. So unless you can screw that up…”

“He’s not serious, is he?” You turned around to ask Shayne. “Because you said this wasn’t gonna be like my last job.”

“You slung Mountain Dew at your last job?” Spencer asked.

You shook your head. “Just had a lousy boss who took the assistant part of my job a little too far. But I appreciate your concern for my employment history,” you teased.

You were surprised at how easy it was to talk to Spencer. Usually you wouldn’t feel comfortable enough to joke around with someone you just met—let alone your new boss. Your new boss who you had almost undressed with your eyes upon first sight.

“Settle down, I was just gonna ask if you had any cans left over,” Spencer winked.

“Spencer’s kind of addicted to Mountain Dew Kickstart,” Shayne piped in. “And by kind of—”

“He means I’ve already had four today,” Spencer finished.

You made a face, “It’s 9:00am.”

“Ooh,” Spencer winced dramatically, “Sorry, but I don’t think our values align. Go ahead and bring in the next one, Shayne. (Y/n), it was nice meeting you—good luck with the shoes thing.”

Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow, “You already have another person lined up for my job?”

Spencer leaned towards you and you felt your pulse pick up ever-so-slightly. “Shayne doesn’t know it yet, but it’s actually just him,” he whispered loudly.

“Well then I may have to quit, just to see how this goes,” you said, turning to Shayne who crossed his arms.

“Not when I was just starting to like you,” Spencer pouted and you felt your cheeks warm.

“I was just starting to think you’re not so bad yourself,” you shot back.

“Woah, I just meant ‘cause you have a secret stash of Mountain Dew.”

“And I meant because you have cool shoes,” you teased.

“Well, now that we’ve got that settled,” Spencer smiled, “I expect to see you here by 5:00am sharp tomorrow morning.”

“Seriously?” Your job description hadn’t said anything about getting to work when it was still dark out!

Spencer shrugged. “I guess I can give you a few more hours. Y’know, so you can shop for some decent footwear beforehand. See ya later, grandma shoes.”

He began to walk backwards and you said a quick ‘it was nice to meet you’ before he turned around and walked back the way he came.

You couldn’t stop the smile that was forming on your face. You could already tell this was going to turn out to be a great job. You couldn’t wait to get to work tomorrow. And you couldn’t pretend part of that wasn’t because you wanted to see Spencer again.

And not just because that’s what your eyes wanted. You had enjoyed talking with him. You felt like you’d really hit it off. You felt like you two could really become good friends and coworkers.

You turned to Shayne, aware that you were probably still smiling like an idiot.

“What?” He fixed you with a quizzical look.

“Nothing, I’m just excited to start working here,” you said.

Shayne raised an eyebrow.

“And,” You added, reluctantly, and only because you knew Shayne would find out eventually, “you didn’t tell me my boss was hot.”

Now Shayne raised both eyebrows, “Spencer?”

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said, “I mean, he’s single, so go for it if you want. He seemed like he really liked you and—”

“No,” you cut him off, “Definitely not. He’s my boss. I don’t want to ‘go for’ anything other than a good, friendly, professional relationship.”

“Okay,” Shayne nodded.

You nodded back and he was silent for a moment before smiling,

“‘Course that’s what I said about Courtney…”

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You took a sip of your coffee from the mug you were holding as you made your way down the hall and towards your office.

You’d been working at Smosh for approximately seventeen days and you had finally stopped getting lost throughout the building on a daily basis.

Once Spencer had showed you the ropes and made sure you knew what you were doing, you had joined right in to the well oiled machine that was Smosh.

Unfortunately, your sense of directions wasn’t as good as your work ethic and so it had taken extra time for you to remember where everything was. Much to Shayne’s amusement.

You were deep in thought as you rounded the corner and you didn’t see the person right in front of you.

You ran straight into Spencer and as you collided with him, your coffee drink spilled all down your front as you were knocked to the floor. You quickly picked yourself up off the ground.

“I am so sorry,” you rushed, “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

“It’s all good,” Spencer said, standing up, “I am officially awake now, so I guess I owe you one.”

You laughed with him but you felt your face getting hot in embarrassment. You looked down at your blouse and found it more brown than it was purple from the coffee. You tried in vain to wipe it off.

“Damn, I hope that wasn’t a family heirloom too,” Spencer pointed to your shirt, “Here, take my hoodie.”

He started to pull the sweatshirt over his head as you protested, “No, it’s ok—I’ll be fine. It’s not that bad—it’s kind of a look.”

“Really, I insist,” Spencer said, handing you his hoodie. “Gives me a chance to show off my anime t-shirt anyway.”

You took the sweatshirt from him, mumbling your thanks and pulling it over your head.

Spencer’s scent engulfed you as you put on his warm hoodie and you tried not to get distracted by the way his cologne made you a little bit dizzy.

Over the last several days, as you’d been adjusting to your new job, you’d almost forgotten your tiny crush on Spencer.

Almost.

You’d been so focused on work that you hadn’t really had time to stop and think about your feelings towards your boss.

You really enjoyed working with him and he was quickly becoming your favorite person at Smosh—other than Shayne, of course. You sent a silent apology to him in your head.

And then there were the moments when Spencer would laugh at one of your jokes or compliment you on a task you did or smile shyly at you up through his lashes and you felt all warm inside.

Like right now—him giving you his hoodie. That brought you out of your reverie as you remembered where you were. Standing in front of the man you were currently lost in thought about.

“Right, well, I better get back to—” You gestured in front of you, trailing off as you had honestly forgot what exactly you were headed to your office for.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to keep you from—” He gestured in the direction you had, as if the nothing that you had indicated was what needed your attention.

You rolled your eyes at him amicably before heading in the direction you had been going.

After a quick stop in your office—you hadn’t found what you apparently had been looking for in there. And if while you were in the office by yourself you pulled up the collar of the sweater to your nose for a second or seven, who was there to see you?—you set off for the break room.

You saw Shayne sitting at a table with some other cast and crew members and you walked over towards him, plopping down across from him and Erin, an associate producer for Smosh.

You had gotten to know her a bit throughout these past couple weeks and already felt like you had been friends for months.

“Hey you,” Shayne greeted, “What’s up?”

You shrugged. “Oh, you know, same old same old. What’s new with you?”

“Well, we filmed a TNTL this morning, and I had this new idea for a character. So basically—”

“(Y/n), is that Spencer’s sweatshirt?” Erin interrupted, her eyes fixed on your top.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you told her.

At the same time Shayne asked, “How do you even know what Spencer wore to work today?”

“I’m a woman, we know these things,” Erin paused. “Come on, he wears that thing four times a week, like it’s hard.”

She turned her gaze back to you.

You cleared your throat. “But, yeah, anyways, I spilled coffee on my blouse so he gave me this.”

Erin raised an eyebrow, “Did he now?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked her, trying your hardest not to blush.

“No reason,” she leaned back, acting casual, “It’s just Dude 101, a guy doesn’t give a girl his hoodie unless he likes her.”

You scoffed, “That’s crazy, Erin. He was just being nice.”

This you felt sure about. Whatever your feelings were towards Spencer, you were sure he only though of you as his coworker.

Right?

“Well, it’s obvious you like him,” Erin added, as if that was an absolute fact.

“What?” You spit out, probably faster and louder than was necessary or convincing.

You glanced at Shayne and he raised his arms as if to say, Don’t look at me, my lips have been sealed!

“I’ve seen the way you act around him, (Y/n). And the way he acts around you.”

Was it that obvious that you had a little, tiny crush on Spencer? I mean, you guys got along really well. And we’re constantly making each other laugh. But that just meant you were friends, right? He definitely didn’t act any different around you than he did with anyone else at Smosh, did he?

Granted, you hadn’t even been working here three weeks yet and you weren’t one hundred percent sure how he acted around everyone else. But you had no reason to believe it was any different than with you!

“You’re crazy,” you told Erin.

“So you deny, it?” She folded her hands on the table in front of her, “You don’t have feelings for Spencer?”

“Well,” you started. You didn’t want to lie to her, not when you were just starting a friendship. You sighed, lowering your voice so only Erin and Shayne could hear you, “I might have some feelings for—”

“Spencer!” Shayne said loudly and awkwardly, as if to warn you of his sudden presence behind you.

You spun around probably too quickly and found yourself looking up at him.

“Hi, Spencer,” you said, sincerely hoping he hadn’t overheard any of the previous conversation.

“Hey (Y/n), long time no see,” he smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. “So, I was wondering, since we’ve got that big project coming up next Wednesday, do you think you’d be able to meet me outside of work to get a head start on it? We could go to a coffee shop or my place or something?”

He almost looked…nervous asking you to work on a project outside of normal work hours. Probably just figuring you’d decline at sacrificing your free hours.

You watched as Erin raised an eyebrow and you promptly ignored her.

“Yeah sure,” you said, “Sounds like a plan.”

“Really?” He sounded relieved, “Ok awesome, I’ll text you some dates.”

“Perfect,” you said, “And it’ll give me a chance to give you back this hoodie once I have other clothes to change into.”

“Keep it,” Spencer shrugged, looking down “It looks way better on you that it ever did on me anyways.”

You brushed your hair behind your ears. “I might take you up on that offer.”

“‘Course you will have to give me something in return,” he said, “I mean, fair’s fair, man.”

“Naturally,” you looked down at your body to find something suitable, your eyes landing on the scrunchie at your wrist.

You handed it to him and he took your offering, slipping the scrunchie into his wrist.

“Classy,” he nodded, holding his arm out at different angles to look at it.

“Very,” you agreed, giggling.

You both fell silent and you looked back down at the table. Shayne said something to Spencer and they began a conversation—the chosen, something something—and you were silent until Spencer left the table, laughing at something Shayne had said.

Immediately after he exited the room, Erin pounced.

“Okay what the hell was that?” She asked.

“What was what?”

Erin put on a high voice and then a low voice and back again, mimicking your conversation “Oh, hi, Spencer. Hi, (Y/n). Wanna come to my place? Oh, I’d love to. You look so sexy. No you look sexy. Wanna exchange wardrobes?”

“Okay, that’s not how any of that went,” you said, but you couldn’t help yourself from smiling.

“That’s what it sounded like from over here,” Shayne added. “He invited you to his house, man. And he’s gonna text you?”

You’d exchanged numbers right after you began your job, but you hadn’t actually had many text conversations. You didn’t really think it was a big deal.

“Yeah, we’ve texted before,” you said, “But don’t think it means anything, so far he’s mostly just sent me memes.”

“What kind of memes?” Shayne asked, as though this was severely important.

“Cat, SpongeBob, the occasional wombat.”

“Trust me,” he said, “that means something. I’m a psychologist, so I kinda know these things.”

“Havingapsychologydegreeisn’tthesameasbeingapsychologist,” Erin coughed into her hand.

“You know what—” Shayne started, turning to Erin.

“Guys,” you interrupted.

“Right,” Erin agreed, “not the time. What I’m trying to say is, that was flirting Miss (Y/n), whether you like it or not.”

Had you and Spencer been flirting? You weren’t exactly an expert on the subject, so maybe Erin was right. A part of you definitely hoped that was the case.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” Amanda leaned in from the table next to yours, “But I also think there was definitely flirting going on.”

You, Shayne, and Erin all turned to look at her.

“Come on people, you know I like kissing scenes, why should this come as a shock?” She threw up her hands and you laughed.

“Who’s kissing?” You hadn’t seen Courtney enter the room, but now she came and sat down next to her husband and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“We were just talking about how it’s just a matter of time before Spencer and (Y/n) are totally gonna ba—”

“Erin!” You cut her off, definitely blushing now as Courtney giggled.

“So you and Spencer, huh?” She asked, smiling.

“That’s what these two seem to think,” you gestured to your friends.

“Not think,” Erin said.

“We know,” Shayne finished.

“Fine,” you relented a bit, “I do like him, a little. Well, okay a lot. I guess I like him a lot. He’s smart and sweet and funny and charming and so cute and has great cologne, apparently,” you gestured to the hoodie. You took a deep breath. “And I really really like him.”

You realized as you said it, that it was true. You’d spent the past couple of weeks trying to convince yourself that you only thought of Spencer as a friend and a coworker. But you realized, the more you talked to your friends, that you really did have feelings for him. That were more than friendly or coworker-ly.

Maybe this was something that you really did want. And that could maybe happen. You had felt the connection between you and Spencer, so it was possible he might feel the same way about you.

Unless you were reading this all wrong and—Oh God, what if you told him how you felt and he rejected you and then you had to work side by side with him in awkwardness forever?

“But so what? It’s not as if he feels the same way. I don’t want to make things weird between us,” you finished.

“Trust me, my guy, he likes you,” Courtney contributed. “I’m married to a psychologist, I know these things.”

“See!” Shayne crossed his arms triumphantly and Erin rolled her eyes.

“Stilldoesn’tcount,” she cough-spoke.

“And I’m taking this back!” You said, noticing the ring on Shayne’s middle finger and reaching over to grab it, once and for all.

“Anyways,” Courtney finished, “I say tell him how you feel, see where this goes.”

“I concur,” Shayne said and his wife raised an eyebrow at him. “What? I’ve always wanted to say that!”

“She’s right,” Erin said, “and by the end of the week you’ll be ban—”

“Erin!”

She merely smirked as she picked up her soda drink and took a sip.

“So I just go up and ask Spencer out?” You messed with the drawstrings of your sweatshirt. You were encouraged by your friends’ words, and you really wanted to go up and just do it, but you felt doubt creeping in.

“What if I mess up what I’m trying to say? Or fall on my face walking up to him? Or worse, what if he says no?”

“He wouldn’t.” You heard his voice first. You looked up and found him walking slowly through the doorway as he kept speaking. “Say no, I mean. If I know him as well as I think I do—and I pride myself on knowing him pretty damn well—then he’d say yes.”

He was in front of you now. “Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes.”

You tried to catch your breath as you processed what was happening. “Oh yeah? What else would he say?”

“Well, uh, he’d probably that he’s attracted to you. And that he wanted to ask you out the moment he met you and is so glad you did it first because now he doesn’t have to continue his poor, pathetic attempts at making a move,” he said, placing a hand in the back of his neck.

You stood up, coming to stand right in front of Spencer. “When did you come back?”

You’d thought he’d walked away a few minutes ago after your conversation had ended.

“Never left,” he said, “Bent down to tie my shoe, and then I heard way too many nice things about myself to leave.”

You giggled, shoving his shoulder. “So humble.”

“Hey, when you hear someone professing their love for you…” Spencer shrugged.

“Ok, that’s not what was happening,” you crossed your arms.

“I beg to differ,” Erin piped in.

“Not what it sounded like from our side of the table,” added Shayne.

You had forgotten both of them were there. You’d been so caught up in what was happening with Spencer, you’d forgotten anyone was there, actually.

But as you looked around, you found that everyone currently occupying the break room was stopped to watch the two of you.

Angela whooped from a few tables over.

“Well since it’s unanimous, apparently,” you joked, “What do you say? Will you go out with me.”

“I most certainly will,” Spencer said, smiling at you.

You reached out and took his hand, linking it with yours. He looked at you for a moment before leaning in and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

You placed your hand where his lips had touched yours. You couldn’t believe this was happening. And you couldn’t wait to see where this went—you and Spencer, you thought. You felt giddy with excitement.

“Well, I’ll see ya later then,” Spencer said, beginning to walk backwards. “and I already have an idea for our first official date.”

“And what’s that?”

“I’m gonna take you to a Payless ShoeSource.”

“I thought you liked my grandma shoes,” you crossed your arms.

“(Y/n), I like everything about you,” he said, “but those things have to to go.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this one!! have a lovely week all my spencer girlies 🤭🩰

<— some more spencer fics • next part —>

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh fanfiction #smosh x reader #smosh imagine #smosh #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #x reader

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r0-boat · 2 months ago

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If it's okay with you, I want to request Nicole and Burnice.

Scenario: They find out that their s/o has kids, like a LOT of kids. Turns out, their s/o's spouse died a long time ago so they're the ones who've been raising the kids. How do they react to this info?

Aaaaa Oh my God! This is actually so fucking cute hold on!

Shout out to my readers who are parents I love you!!

ZZZ Nicole and Burnice react to S/o being a single parent

GN!reader is a hollow raider as well!

Sfw cut for length

I couldn't resist with the httyd gif

Nicole Demara

She honestly sees you as some kind of super parent. She could hardly handle Billy and Anby two grown adults and here you are all your children with smiles on their faces as you handle all their needs and more. And you somehow still have time to be a badass and raid hollows and help her and the rest of the Cunning hares. If she somehow didn't respect you before then she practically idolizes you now.

But when she heard your story how your spouse died And ever since then you've been taking care of your kids all by yourself at that moment Nicole just wanted to put a ring on your finger and adopt all these kids. Wanting to use her hard earned finances to make these children happy.

You're in a relationship with her, You have kids She adores kids obviously she's going to start treating your kids as hers as well. "You might as well be married hahaha, just kidding... Unless."

Every time she visits which will be very often she'll always have a new toy for your kids or treats or anything. Oh my god she will spoil your kids rotten You better stop her before she goes too far.

On a more serious note She will have a talk with you and tell you that if you ever need help ever at all then please don't be afraid to ask her. She is your partner as much as you are hers.

Burnice White

Literally when you told her that you have kids the first word out of her mouth was "Milf/Dilf/Pilf"

She's totally chill about it, I mean she has a big family in the outer ring too. That's what the sons of caladon are. Burnice is surprisingly really really good with kids She might be a little unhinged sometimes but she's surprisingly very gentle and has endless energy your kids will all be tired out before she is.

When you told her the story she listened and she listens silently before approaching you and wrapping her arms around you. She is so happy that your kids have an amazing parent like you. Your story touched her so much she started to cry in your arms. She didn't know why she started crying she's the one that's supposed to comfort you not the other way around!

Your kids adore Burnice She is willing to play all their silly little games and give them endless piggyback rides pretending she's a motorcycle or something. She even makes up games on the spot for them to play. Though I have to warn you Your kids will start learning a few things from her. At least it's not how to start fires and stuff.

"All right kids you're Mom/Dad/parent, And I are severely hungov- sick from drinking too much juice we're going to watch some Bluey today"// "All right kids Burnie has to go home and get dru-Go to sleep!"

#zzz #zzzero #zzz nicole #zzz burnice #burnice white #zenless zone zero burnice #zenless zone zero #nicole demara #zzz x reader #burnice x reader #nicole x reader #zzzero x reader #zenless zone zero x reader #zenless zone zero nicole

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radicalgraff · 8 months ago

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Anti-surveillance sticker spotted in Burnie, Tasmania.

We've got a bunch of copies of these stickers, and numerous other designs.

If anyone is interested in buying a mix pack of radical slaps, check out:

#anti-surveillance #sticker #stickers

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cryingisnecessaryfanfics · 1 year ago

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Genshin characters and you putting lotion on their scars

Hiiii. So I have many many scars and this morning while I was putting lotion on I thought, huh wouldn't it be nice to have someone do this for me? To give such a mundane act of care... so romantic!

Anyways, not everyone has scars like me but all our favorite genshin boys and girls are fighters and that means they have to have some sort of scar!

Feel free to request more characters for a part two to this! I'll be doing a part two regardless, but if you have a great idea for a character I'll definitely incorporate it!

Characters: Diluc, Tartaglia, Kazuha, and Beidou.

part. 2

Diluc

We all know that Diluc is commonly head cannoned to have a fuck ton of scars. Bro probably doesn't do shit with them either. You'd probably catch him with the incessant itch. Dear god, that is horrible, for you non-scar havers, the itch is nonstop, and when you scratch it's painful like a rash except all burny and dry. Please help him moisturize his scars. He's gotta be in so much pain.

You've caught him with his hand under his shirt again, the rapid scratching looking frantic as he itches.

"Diluc," you murmur a hand catching his arm and stilling his movements. "Did you put on your lotion this morning?"

You watch him sigh, his scratching hand reluctantly making its way to yours instead.

"No love, I didn't have time."

"You can't not have time for your health Diluc!" You chastise him gently, though your tone holds some frustration. You're already moving to the bedroom, dragging him along and pushing him onto the bed.

"Stay." You say with a pointed finger and you move to the connected bathroom, fetching the lotion out of the cabinet.

Diluc has already taken his shirt off by the time you get back to the bedroom, resigned to his fate. You smile at him in approval and his gaze softens just a bit.

"You have to be doing this every day," you remind him and you can practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"I know." He retorts but it lacks the sarcasm and retains the hint of affection he tries to suppress.

"Are you sure? Cause you can't seem to do it properly anyways." You mumble and he huffs the slightest laugh. You can't help your heart melt every time he does it, even if it's small. You can't help your smile either, as you gather lotion on your fingertips and start to spread it onto his skin.

Diluc seems to enjoy your ministrations because he lets out a hum in contentment, eyes falling closed as you massage the lotion into his skin.

You let your hands glide along his chest, spreading across his scars as you admire and recall each one.

"Thank you, my love."

Tartaglia

I personally head cannon Ajax to have self-harm scars but I won't mention anything about it here. I think he probably has really erratic and odd scars. The abyss probably had all kinds of horrors with different ways of causing harm. But since Ajax is the type to purposely get himself into a fight he'll most certainly lose, I also think he's the type to purposely let himself get injured for the thrill of it. He would wear his scars as a sort of armor, he acts cocky about them but is actually quite shameful.

You catch his eyes lingering in the mirror just before you bathe together. He can't help but feel conflicted over the scars he's accumulated. On one hand, he feels proud that he could have survived such horrible atrocities. Gone through hell and come out the other side with battle scars and his life. On the other hand, he now has to live with permanent markings on his body, an equally permanent reminder of the past that haunts him.

“Ajax?” You murmur, a hand finding its way to his bicep, absent-mindedly tracing the scars that reside there. “Are you alright?”

Your voice snaps him out of his trance-like state and he once again puts on his cheerful facade.

“Just admiring my amazing body!” He quips and winks at you in the mirror but you frown at his masked emotions.

“Don't bullshit me, Ajax.” He all but flinches at your harsh reply. “I know you better than that, love.”

His mask falls and the man you know returns, a frown adorning his boyish features. You follow his gaze to your hand on his arm and suddenly you know. He must see the realization on your face because he speaks up before you can say anything.

“You know me better than anyone.” He sighs and his hand comes up to cover yours. “I just don't like them is all.” He doesn't need to state it outright, he knows you know what he means.

“If it means anything, I like them.” Your words are hushed and he can feel your hand leave his body as you shift away from him.

“Why’s that?” He asks as you busy yourself looking through the cabinets.

“Reminds me that you're not perfect. That you have weaknesses just like anyone else. That you're more human than you like to believe.” You say this nonchalantly like it's not the most genuine thing anyone's ever said about him. He watches you emerge from the cabinet with a bottle of lotion and a smile. You let the words sink in as you gather lotion in your hand.

“I like them because they’re a part of you. They tell the story of how you became strong and how you weren't always that way.” You can't help but hum fondly as his eyes follow your movements. How your gentle hands caress him in a way not even his mother has since he was fourteen. Your hands glide up his shoulder blades, curve around to reach his front, and touch every part he hates.

“I love them because I love you. All of you.”

Kazuha

His bandaged hand is scarred from when he grabbed his friend's vision. That shit’s gotta hurt so bad, burn scars are a pain in the ass to take care of too. Especially since they’re so sensitive to sunlight. It makes sense why he would keep his hand bandaged even after his wound has healed. Though it's gotta be so itchy under there. Please be careful when handling his hand, scars like that are painful for years after they’ve healed. (I feel like he would be hesitant to show you it, so the scenario is your first time seeing/taking care of it.)

“Please, can I help you?” You’ve asked him this more times than you can count, always pleading gently to see his scar and getting the same rejection every time. So you don't expect it when his red eyes go dark and he just barely nods.

“Okay.” He says quietly and you can only blink in shock before gathering yourself and leading him to the bathroom.

He sits on the edge of the tub and patiently waits for you to find the salve he puts on his hand. Your heart beats faster than you like at the sight of his eyes so far gone. Maybe he's disassociating? You don't bother asking as you settle down in front of him.

Your gentle hands take his bandaged one, and you look up at him to make sure it's still okay. He nods again and you continue wordlessly, deft fingers unraveling white gauze with ease. It doesn't take long for his skin to be exposed and you take in the sight of his scar.

It takes a lot to not wince or grimace, the burn has left more scar than skin. The tissue is still red and angry, the texture severely affected in odd pattern-like ways. But you manage to smile sadly at the sight, how much willpower must it take to willingly catch a burning object and hold onto it? To ignore every instinct and cling to something so painful. To say Kazuha is resolute and tenacious would be a massive understatement.

“Tell me if it hurts.” You mumble, wholly engrossed in caring for him. Your hands gather the salve in your fingers and start to gently spread it across his palm. His arm tenses up but he says nothing.

The process is short, simply letting the salve sit on top of his skin, not daring to massage it in. He seems grateful for this. It's not long before you're wrapping new gauze around his palm threading it between his fingers.

“Thank you,” he whispers when you're done, slipping down to the floor with you and hugging your waist. He buries his head in your chest and you hold him there.

“Anytime, love.”

Beidou

The scar under her eye patch, I know a lot of people think she doesn't have one but for the sake of this, imagine she does. I think she's probably less forthcoming about the eyepatch because of the scar. Do you guys remember in her hangout how she was talking about her childhood and how she chased a dog to get its food and had to fight it? I feel like the dog probably scratched her eye and left her partially blind and scarred. And that part of the hangout is one of the only times we see Beidou feeling solemn, it’s gotta be a tough memory for her.

She tells you the story the first time she lets you see it. For once, her demeanor is less than confident, no longer renowned captain of the crux, uncrowned queen of the sea, only Beidou.

It's very obviously an old scar, not very big or intense. When you see it you focus more on her actual eye, her iris is a faded pinkish-red color, the pupil distorted and uneven.

“I can still see a little bit on that side but it's all messed up and blurry, so I wear the eye patch.” She explains and you frown at the thought.

“Did it hurt?” You ask, voice quiet and tentative.

“I… don't really remember, to be honest.” Her eyes seem far away at the thought. “I just remember being so hungry. It was the only thing I could think about.”

Your eyes study her expression, one you've never seen on her before. Its sorrow, longing, and pure pain all wrapped up in one. You let your finger trail the length of the scar on her eyelid. The lotion spreads with the motion, smearing white against her pale skin. The eyepatch has left a tan line that would've been comical if not for the sad story behind it.

“Thank you for telling me,” you whisper, “and for letting me see it.”

“Of course.” She says. “I trust you.”

#genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #gender neutral reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin diluc #genshin beidou #genshin tartagalia #childe x reader #childe x you #diluc x you #diluc x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #beidou x you

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encantoisawesome · 1 day ago

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thank you guys

good morning/afternoon/evening everyone

oh man, i remember starting this blog back in 2022, just posting random screenshots i got from the encanto movie and reblogging awesome posts i saw, next thing i know im meeting all sorts of people from around the world who share the same love for this movie as i do, people who helped me develop my oc elisa and supported my art and story telling, people who gave me requests for encanto screenshots which i loved to do. hell, people who actually wanted to talk to me

who WANTED to talk to me

i honestly cannot express the appreciation and pure joy i have for all of you. to have talked to you. the only thing i can say is thank you. thank you so much. to all of you

truly

unfortunately its come to the part where i have to tell you guys that i will no longer be running this blog. its not for any particular reason, its just... i dunno, it just feels like its time for me to go, that ive overstayed my welcome and its time to leave the blog (to clarify, no one did anything or said anything to make me feel this way. in all honesty, ive never had a negative experience in this blog at all, you guys are flipping awesome). ive always had problems with feelings like this, and i did push them away for a pretty long while but this time, its just too overwhelming, i'm sorry and i hope you guys understand

i guess this is a goodbye post for this blog

i might post here again some day, i dunno. i wont be deactivating this blog though, no way in hell

well, thats all. the only thing i can do now is to thank you all once again for your support towards me and the blog itself. thank you

this is burny from encantoisawesome, and i hope you guys enjoy the encanto movie as much as i do

encanto is truly awesome

#thank you guys for making me part of the encanto community #thank you guys for liking the content and following this page #thank you for supporting my art and my oc elisa #thank you guys #thank you #encanto

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ms-moonlight-inn · 4 months ago

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“Shame-proof” DVD Commentary

Thank you to @shamelessdvdcommentary & to the anon to requested us (whoever you are, we love you!). My bestie @notherenewjersey & I are here to answer all of your burning questions (do you have the syph? why's it burning? it's not supposed to burn.)

Anyway, here's our stuff... hopefully it'll help with that itchy burny.

Which fanfic is your DVD commentary about?

“Shame-proof” is about two childhood actors who lose contact with each other after their series wraps. Quickly, we find out that Ian had been harboring a deep crush on Mickey, who had basically been bullying Ian the whole time. Confessions & apologies ensue.

Also, a friend called it an undercover RPF... and if that’s how you choose to look at it, well we’re not gonna stop you.

NJ– it COULD be RPF but that’s not how it was written. We weren’t imagining Cam or Noel’s childhoods here, aside from what we stole of Mickey’s back canon that Ian watches as he pines.

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc)

The outline started on 4/16/24. 22887 words posted. Posted for the Summer Camp project on 8/3 but we were done before that. Moonlight was convinced it would be 10k but I knew it was bigger. And this was without us going down every rabbit hole we saw. It’s 8 chapters, most of the chapters start with a flashback to the past and then jump to the “present.”

Moonlight– seriously, NJ dragged me away from some other HC I had kicking around, & we dove into this one instead.

What was the initial inspiration for your story?

I read Jeanette McCurdy’s book, and as with any time I read anything, my brain said “What if this was Gallavich?” I know Moonlight is an L.A. girl, so I knew I wanted her input. I think I had a rough outline already when I looped her in, but she immediately took what I had and expanded and deepened it, as she always does.

Moonlight– God it’s so much fun to talk trash about all the things you grew up with & around. Los Angeles is filled with opportunities for trash talking. LOL

If the story is written from a character’s POV, why did you choose this character?

This didn’t start out as either of us deciding to stay in Ian’s POV, but in order to keep Mickey’s motivations a little more opaque, we landed there. Until the latter chapters, at least. For the drama.

Moonlight– No further comment.

What was your favourite scene to write?

All of them? I like Sue so much, and I love writing Frank’s bullshit. RuPaul is fun, too.

Moonlight– I’ve got two favorite scenes. The first is the scene where they’re kids doing the campground episode. I adored the moments of discovery Ian had there –figuring out that trees existed in southern California, figuring out that he had a serious crush on Mickey, and then the boy he meets on set as he’s running away from his problems. (BTW, 10 punk rock points to anyone who knew the song before I remembered to add a link).

The other scene I loved writing was the rimming scene. In the outline NJ said, “they get together in the sexiest and most romantic way.” And I wanted to throw my laptop at her face. SERIOUSLY, what the actual fuck?! So I got them all the way up to the part where Ian’s naked and stalled out for, like, two weeks. I was on a call with @mybrainismelted saying, “I’m stuck on this scene. I’ve managed to get one dick out, but I haven’t quite figured out how the other one’s gonna get naked AND STILL KEEP THIS BULLSHIT SEXY AND ROMANTIC.” Needless to say, I figured it out. 😁

NJ– Yup! That was, I think, the entire outline for that chapter, originally. One line. I knew that’s what happened at that point in the story, why bother with details? LOL

How did you come up with the title?

Oh geez. Trying to come up with both an AU of Shameless AND a reboot name, both of which would sound semi-natural was tough! But Shame-proof is more than just the title of a fake TV show. It also speaks to how Ian and Mickey were able to finally live wholly as themselves. No more hiding, nothing left unsaid. Without shame, shameless in the very best ways.

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice?

I always throw things in. We both do. But hopefully, readers who haven’t read either our individual or joint back canon can still enjoy the story.

Moonlight– See easter egg question.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this?

No.

NJ– if one of us is stuck, the other usually isn’t or can jostle the other into being unstuck. We’re good like that.

Favorite line in the story?

NJ– @gallavichgeek pointed out two of my favorite lines, but I will repeat them here because … yeah.

“Hey, come back,” Mickey says softly.

“I’m still here,” Ian answers, a little confused.

“Yeah, but all of you. M’ not ready to let any of you go a moment sooner than I hafta.”

***

“I’d say,” he hesitates, then goes on, “that someday you’re gonna get everything you ever wanted. That all the bad shit, the bullshit, and the pain, it’ll all be worth it.”

***

If I crash, I’m coming back to haunt you, Ian had answered.

If you crash, I’m diving in after you.

***

Moonlight– “What the fuck? How ‘bout double-dutch no with a cherry on top.” Mickey steadily refuses. (Anytime Mickey is being creative with his cursing & curses is a good time. Bad language & mockery are his love languages.)

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterisation, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc)

All of it? It’s a great story.

Moonlight– I’m also proud of the structure we used. It was NJ’s choice to do what basically amounted to two mini chapters in one –past & present colliding, if you will. And it worked so well for this storyline.

Are there any deleted scenes that didn’t make it to the final story?

Not deleted, so much as we had ideas that didn’t make it to fully fleshed for the final draft.

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share - e.g. what’s going on in a character’s head in a certain scene or how you came to write a certain line?

NJ– It’s important for people to know that Mickey in the past was protecting Ian so much more than he was protecting himself, with his bullying behavior.

Moonlight– God, yes.

Reading back the story now, is there anything you’d change or add?

NJ– I want more of Ray, more of Sue, more of the Random Studio Infant now grown up. More of Sheila and of Kermit. I want the world to be fuller. And maybe it will, eventually.

Moonlight– Def’ more Ray, he’s funny & I’m sure he & Ian had so many stupid adventures. I think I’d like to see a few of the conversations between Ian & Mickey, but I struggle with that ‘cause I love when there is that air of mystery to a storyline. I don’t necessarily want to be told everything. But I think at least one of those late night conversations we reference would be nice to see.

NJ– yeah, we did have a time limit so some of the scope got condensed. I agree, those conversations would be incredible to see/hear.

Would you ever write a sequel to this story?

Well…. This story has legs. It has scope beyond what you’ve seen. I have believed, since the outline began, that this was the fic that would make the leap to traditional publishing. Moonlight and I are hoping to expand it and bring it to a publisher. “It’s a crossover between Shameless, I’m Glad My Mom Died, and RWRB.” Who wouldn’t wanna read that? LOL The Gallagher family will shrink a little, Terry will still be his monstrous self. So no, there won’t be a traditional fic sequel. But if we’re all very, very lucky, there will be an expanded version that scratches the same itch.

Are there any ‘easter eggs’ in your story - e.g. references to other stories you’ve written, a trope you often use etc?

The Saint Christopher’s medallion that Ian receives from Mickey? Yeah, the person I wrote that for knows it was for them. 🫶

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity?

By far NOT our most popular story. Yet.

Were you nervous or excited to post this story?

I HATE waiting to post- posting a fic like this where it’s all done upfront is hard for me, emotionally. So I was beyond excited for people to read it and love it as much as we do!

Moonlight– NJ really hates not posting immediately. Like, really hates it. This fic was written for the @gallavich-fic-club Summer Camp Event & we had to wait our turn. Which she HATED. 🤣

Did you have a beta or a friend who helped you as you wrote?

Can we count each other? I’m a genuine writing freak- fast, thoughtless, and I rarely edit beyond typos. (many of which elude me and still end up in the final draft.) Moonlight is the opposite- she’s incredibly deliberate and also deeply and passionately devoted to the editing process. When we edit together, it can look a little argumentative, but we trust each other, so a lot of those conversations end up like, “I don’t see the issue, but I trust your judgment.” We both say it all the time.

Moonlight– D’aw, bb. You’re making me blush. You’re right, I am a meticulous asshole, but your brain is fast & witty. Together, we write good shit.

NJ-- Also, god the verb tenses in this story gave me fits. I am a grammar nerd, so is Moonlight. But skipping between tenses for the past and present when we wrote straight through- she never had an issue but I regularly was in the wrong tense and had to go back and fix, cursing my own self the whole time. Loudly. Often on the phone with Moonlight.

Moonlight– 🤣🤣🤣 yeah…

If any one has any comments, words of praise, complaints you’d like to register with our headquarters, please let us know.

NJ - in the greatest detail, if you’d be so kind.

Anything else you’d like the readers to know about the story?

Moonlight– Yes, the cheese sledding story is based on semi-true events. The guys at my high school used to carry large blocks of ice to the top hill of the local golf course & ride them down. Years later, a dorm mate I knew in grad school told us about his Vermont cheese tour where he saw “giant wheels of cheese” that he swore he could use as a mode of transportation. And so, the cheese sledding story was born.

NJ-- And I made sure it was at Trump’s golf course because a few years back, a man in New Jersey did some fun vandalism like that and I find it deeply satisfying.

🧀🛷

#shameless dvd commentary #notherenj #moonlight_inn #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless us #the tumblr text editor is trash #please forgive the wonkiness #only Moonlight worries about that kinda shit #tagged #hello anon!#we love you #gallavich summer camp

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thereaderinsertlady · 4 months ago

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Something I find forever funny:

I desire to request or commision

I am broke.

My brain looks at Nastasia from Super Paper Mario and goes "god she's underrated in the X reader stuff"

I am but a disaster lesbian just awkwardly staring from a distance BC your fics slap and I feel like I am Bad with Words Today but oh well dkfjjf

o mi gosh nassy 😭 an incredibly underrated reader-insert bbg. I can certainly understand the struggle of not having hardly any content for a character and being unable to do commissions (I would liiike to commission people to draw good ol' Dimentio but ooooh well a girl gotta eat.) I have been HEAVILY slacking on general requests too, and I don't wanna bother my friends so I can write some requests with them. However. There is just absolutely nothin' for nassy x readers and I've seen you around my blog for a whiiiile soooo errrm..,, here's something a lil small. It really isn't much since I have been so hyperfocused on finishing commissions and just dealing with life in general, but I really can just understand having NOOOOTHING for a litel lovely character. Here's the link on ao3, and I do hope you enjoy this teeny tiny fic.

‎

Nastasia x Reader - Burny Juice

“You need to be more careful,” Nastasia mumbled, kneeling closer to your legs once adjusting her glasses.

“Really? Careful is my middle– ouch!”

Deep within the dark walls of Castle bleck was Nastasia’s bedroom. As Count Bleck’s right-hand woman, she has very important duties to take care of. Keep track of everyone’s chores, watch people train and make sure things are going accordingly… aaand to fix up any silly little boo-boos.

“As far as I know, your middle name is not ‘careful.’ And keep still, ‘k?” She dabbed a wet rag along your knees. Of course, this rag was wet with burny juice. An… antiseptic, you think she called it? Something like that. Either way, it did not feel good.

“Can’t I just eat a mushroom?” You gave a confident smile for good measure. She had to be tired of you by now. And… probably of Dimentio too. But mostly you– you were like Dimentio, but worse and clumsy. At least he didn’t get hurt every other day. At least he wasn’t sitting in here with carpet burns on the knees. After a certain point, you could trace the dark pattern on her purple bed sheets without looking.

She sighed. “You still have to sweep and mop the halls. A mushroom will make you groggy.”

“Oh come on. Can’t I skip chore-duty today?” When she didn’t relent right away, you lowered your bottom lip and gave her your best set of puppy eyes. “Just this once? Please? Pretty please?” Your knees felt like they were on fire from the burny juice. “Pretty pretty please?”

Nastasia gave you a long look, expression unreadable. Though, before long, her shoulders sank. “Alright,” she patted your calf, “Alright. You may go lay down once I’m through, ‘k?”

…

“On your bed?”

When she didn’t respond right away your smile turned sly, expression becoming cheeky.

“Well? Can I lay down on your bed Nassy– ooouch! Don’t pinch my leg!”

Even if it was hard to see her eyes from behind her glasses, you could tell she was ever so slightly amused. “I want you to finish your chores tomorrow. ‘K?”

“Yeah, yeah… thanks…”

“...Of course.”

#reader insert #nastasia #nastasia spm #nastasia x reader #super paper mario #spm #littel fluff #always love nassy #and o'chunks #and timpani #and count bleck #and- NOT YOU DIMENTIO/j- and mr. L #and mimi #love them all

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viadangelo · 1 year ago

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WB 🔥 INSPIRED MEME — a collection of prompts. V1.

subject to edits; thank you everyone for your inputs; submit to add lmao

dialogue starters ;

"listen..."

"i know i must be the last person you expected to see tonight,"

"i know you have no reason to believe me, much less to trust me, but... i promise you. i swear to you, i am being set up."

“please, don’t lie to me.”

"you know, you'd make a nice profit if you turned this place into a safehouse."

"you must think me an idiot,"

"it's a bit late to worry about dragging me into your mess, don't you think? "

"somehow it's become rare to meet people outside of a coffee shop, or bar, you know?"

"this was not a dog food orgasm"

“dude, are you crazy? I almost shot you!”

"in my head [ x ] takes out his dick once every solstice"

"a nipple for a nipple."

"if you were a cop, you'd tell me, right?"

“It’s just a knife, why are you acting like this?”

"knives, or guns, hypothetically, of course."

"if i was gonna die, i'd have picked [ x ], it's more direct."

"fighting fire with fire, you're only going to get burnt, y'know."

"fuck that, shit needs to change."

"answer me!"

"time’s up! "

“why are you looking at me like that? grab the damn shovel or go!”

“Fuck, put the gun down, okay? I didn’t mean to freak you out!”

scenarios:

send 🚑 to find my muse after they have been stabbed. Alternatively send 🔪 to be the one who stabbed them, eager to finish the job. Or maybe it was an accident, who knows?

Send 📕 to throw a book at my muse.

send [ TRAPPED ] to have our muses get trapped in an elevator together.

send 📞 for one of our muses to have dialled the wrong number, and ended up on call to the other.

Send 🚨 to arrest my muse, or if not applicable, witness an arrest, or be arrested etc.

send [ NO ] & a request to have your muse ask of mine, knowing they wouldn't like it.

send [ YES ] & a request, for my muse to do a favour for your muse, or vice versa.

✊ for our muses to play rock paper scissors, the loser owes the winner a favour.

headcanons:

🎬 for my muse's favourite movie.

💎 for my muse's favourite spot in new york

❇️ for what my younger muse's self would think of themselves now.

🎼for a song on my character's playlist

how does your muse apologise, do they apologise?

❤️ their love language(s)?

does your muse attend church, or mass? are they religious?

the best prank they’ve ever pulled.

their weapon in a zombie apocalypse.

if they ever wrote an autobiography or a diary what would the last line be?

💓 what gets their heart racing?

🏝️ for who they would pick to be stranded on a desert island with

🍖 their mortal enemy, and why.

🔥do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

send !! for what character unnerves my character the most.

burnies funss:

send a ⭐ and my muse will answer if they would fuck, marry, or kill yours. ( feel free to replace fuck with kiss if it's not appropriate! )

send a 📸 to see my muses favourite photo of yours

Send 👏 for my muse to deliver a harsh truth to your muse, or, deliver one about mine.

Send 🎣 for my muse’s best pickup line they would use on yours

Send 💥 + a topic for my muse to start an argument with yours based on your submission

Send 📰 for a newspaper headline my muse would be involved in, or write one about my muse.

send 👀 for an honest answer from my muse.

send ⚖️ for three qualities my muse loves about yours

ideas taken, or inspired by ; @phantasmalatelier , @soulscollection , @neorph . @rpsourcedmemes , @charmymemes

ask: via, zed or emilio.

#wb.things #i simply both could not decide #and also finding things every week takes the cakehole #so now i'm just gonna edit this every week lmaooo

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think-ill-watch-it-burn · 1 month ago

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Can you please make 17 of the smut dialogue prompts with Beni? Thank you ❣❣

Hi Anon!! So, this didn't turn out quite as raunchy as I'd intended but I hope you still like it!

Shinmon Benimaru

#50 NSFT Dialogue Prompts: #17. “Now kiss me properly.”

You stood, leaned against the kitchen counter, wiping sweat from your face with one hand and digging halfmoons into the softer underside with the other. Feeling like you're stood in the unnaturally calm eye of a tornado, you heave a sigh and cherish the opportunity to catch your breath.

"There you are," Beni calls as he sweeps into the room. You grunt in tired acknowledgement. "What's wrong with you?"

Struggling to find the words to start, you gesture to the mess strewn from one end of the guard house to the other. "Everything," you mutter, "look at... just, everything."

Beni tilts his head as he takes in the state of you, then the room, a quiet grunt of agreement. "Yeah. Looks pretty bad. You want some help?"

"Can't you just set it all on fire? We can rebuild."

Beni scoffs and smirks. "Quit complaining, it'll only take a little bit. Come on."

You sigh. "If you insist."

Beni chuckles and slides past you, hand sliding across your waist, reaching for a kiss as he passes. You turn your head just enough for a barely-there peck and move to go the other way when Beni's hand on your waist holds you in place.

"What was that?"

"What?" You ask, hearing the sharp cut of you own tone. "We'll have time for that once all this is cleaned."

Beni grunts, lip curled, clearly displeased, but moves on without protest.

20 minutes later and the two of you had made quick work of the kitchen and dining room, agreeing to tackle the rest of the mess after dinner that evening.

As you're washing up two hands grasp your waist, travling slowly around and down your hips, a warm chest pressed against your back.

"What's this?" you tease.

Without a sound Beni turns you around, your hands dripping rivulets of water down his robe as you grip his shoulders. He moves to kiss you but stops short, lips barely brushing yours enough to tickle. You try to chase them but he pulls away, smirk curling at the corners, teasing you again only to pull away.

"You know that kiss was unacceptable," he scolds. You scoff and lean away, grinning, but with a quick hand between your shoulder blades he pulls and pins your chest to his, head turned to nuzzle your neck. A series of warm, soft kisses up to the corners of your lips and another teasing brush of those warm lips against yours, fingers brushing past your waistband to press against you through panties. A breathy chuckle when he finds them damp.

His grin widens as he presses slow, firm circles, middle finger raised just enough to brush your clit. Your breath hitches when he licks his lips.

"Now," he commands quietly, eyes dropping to your open mouth and back, his breath a warm breeze over your tingling lips, "kiss me properly."

He allows you to close the gap, drawing each lip in for a gentle suckle and quick swipe of his tongue and simultaneously slipping his fingers under your panties and between your lips, stroking your clit directly. Your knees buckle but he catches you, lifting you onto the counter with one arm. A little readjusting and he's nestled between your legs, his receding pants catching on his spread thighs, breathless as he mutters a clipped, "good girl."

(Since this post keeps fucking with me in my drafts looking like it's disappeared, I'mma just clench the ol buttcheeks and post it. I really hope it came out okay!!)

#shinmon benimaru #fire force #enen no shouboutai #burnie answers #requests #50 nsft dialogue prompts #dialogue prompts #NSFT #benimaru x reader #from the depths of draft world

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moonlit-imagines · 1 hour ago

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Boy in the Bubble

Demetri Alexopoulos x reader

warnings: bullying

a/n: after i finished this i realized it was supposed to be romantic so i hope this is romantic enough or at least slow burny 😭

prompt: @elemental-of-magic: “May I request a Demetri Alexopoulos x reader (romantic) to “Boy in the Bubble” by Alec Benjamin (I was thinking that reader defends Demetri in his pre Miyagi-Do era)?”

You’d missed one day of school. How did it come to this?

Demetri has bruises on his arms and hands, and a damn good shiner on his eye. All he wanted to do was hide, stew in his embarrassment, and go home and hide some more. But unfortunately for him, he had you.

“It’s fine, y/n. I don’t want to cause anymore problems. It’s my fault anyways, I didn’t let him copy my homework.” Demetri tried to talk you down as you arrived at school, seething at the fact anyone would take the opportunity of your absence to bully your best friend.

“Eli, who was it.” You cornered your other best friend and demanded an answer. “Tell me now!” Demetri shook his head desperately behind you, not wanting to risk anymore embarrassment.

“I-I don’t know.” He answered, which wasn’t good enough for you.

“It’s over, y/n! I don’t want to drag this on any longer. I got beat up, I don’t need you standing up for me.” Demetri argued, trying to push you out of they way of his locker. “I’m gonna be late to class if you keep pressing it.” He grew increasingly agitated and you could see that his cheeks were bright red. Next thing you knew, Eli had slipped you a note with the name of his aggressor—Kyler. You bit your tongue to prevent your loud groan until Demetri ran off to class, and he sure did while he gave you the silent treatment with tears welling in his eyes.

“I want you to stand up for us.” Eli quietly told you. “If you don’t, no one will.” You pat him on the back and nodded.

“Did he try to do anything to you?” You asked Eli.

“He just made fun of my lip.” Eli shrugged. You rolled your eyes and stormed off to class, awaiting lunchtime so you’d have an audience for your public confrontation.

“Hey, Kyler.” You took a seat next to him at his table.

“What do you want?” He asked, trying to begin his mockery with his friends before he realized your plan of dumping chocolate milk AND orange juice on his head. You stood up and walked away as he started yelling, blinded by the beverages and oblivious to the puddles below his feet when he slipped and landed on his ass. Demetri and Eli were watching the whole thing with mouths agape and became fearful when Kyler got back up and walked in your direction, running right by in the direction of the bathrooms.

“Maybe I should have just poured it on his pants.” You rethought your plan and sat at your own table, immediately receiving a tight hug from Demetri.

“You are a badass.” He told you. “I take it back, you can stand up for me any day.”

“Anytime.” You hugged him back.

“Ow, ow. Bruises, remember.” You quickly pulled away and decided a kiss on the cheek would work better in this situation, making him just as red as he was in the morning. “Thanks.”

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awriterinthenight · 1 month ago

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hii, idk if ur requests are still open but I would love to get a newt (maze runner) x medjack reader, like she’s really smart and has figured out which herbs are medicinal and it’s just slow burny and lovely

Done, sorry this took me so long to write. Also its going to be 2 parts, maybe 3 just so that its more of a slow burn

"You're bloody brilliant"

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radicalgraff · 6 months ago

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Radical stickers seen around Burnie, Tasmania.

We've got a bunch of copies of these, and numerous other designs. If you're interested in buying a mix pack of radical slaps check out:

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ki-yomii · 2 years ago

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hush | JJK | teaser

💜pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader

💜wc | 1.5k (total ~3k)

💜warnings | 18+ smut; mild exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism, slight age gap (reader is a few years older), stealth sex, fingering, pussy worship/play, squirting, noona kink, dirty talk, mild degradation/praise kink, bratty jk, teasing, don’t get caught, implied tipsy jk, established relationship

💜summary | it’s movie night with the boys, and jungkook’s feeling a little too adventurous.

💜notes | i posted this the other day before it was ready lol. my bad. i’m working on editing it atm but it’s completed. sorry its not the next part of hit it/forget it but his lives have made me go feral istg i will not survive. full fic will be posted Tuesday 2/7/23 at 12 PM EST (with updated warnings) 😘

💜 song | thirsty by taemin

💜requests: open | tag list: open

Ever since you became friends with the boys, Friday nights mean movie night.

Everyone dog piles into an apartment - chosen at random, this week being Jungkook’s turn - with armfuls of alcohol, snacks, and all the greasy street food money can buy. The movies to watch are voted on, fights for the best spots break out, and then everybody settles in for the foreseeable future.

Simple, lighthearted fun; a way to reconnect amid hectic lives and schedules. Honestly, sometimes it’s the only thing you have to look forward to during the week, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

… Except maybe now, as you shift as subtly as possible, your shoulder digging into the arm of the couch. “What’re you doing?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

Beside you Jungkook crowds closer, a quick peek revealing that he’s already staring at you with intense, heavy eyes. There’s an impish smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, the metal ring catching light as it shifts with the movement of his lips. He’s been abnormally quiet ever since the group arrived, markedly reserved around his hyungs.

You’d shown up early, hoping to get some alone time with him, only for that plan to fall through as Jin showed up right after, shrieking playfully when he caught the two of you in a heated liplock. Before long the others showed up, any chance you had of sneaking off for a quickie dashed.

The palpable tension between the two of you reached a head when he strong-armed you into the furthest corner of the oversized couch, one arm slung behind your head while the other tossed a thick blanket over your laps. Shrugging it off, you accepted the cuddles without a second thought, and burrowed down to focus on the action movie Jimin chose.

It wasn’t long before things got interesting.

What started out as Jungkook’s hand resting on your thigh slowly turned into gentle squeezing which turned into his pinkie playfully tracing your inseam as he inched higher, and higher. Growing bolder by the second as butterfly touches gave way to cheeky pinches.

Before long, the maknae’s long fingers danced their way up the length of your thigh, stopping to dig into the soft, fleshy crease where hip meets leg.

The sensation is dulled through your pants, but not by much, the material thin enough to feel the heat radiating from his broad palm. It still gets your thighs tensing and your pussy throbbing, no mistaking what’s on his mind when his teasing caresses drip with filthy intent.

“Stop it.” Your hand dips beneath the blanket to rest on the back of his, feeling the flex of his knuckles as he pauses. Your nails dig into the inked skin of his wrist in warning. “If you keep doing that…”

“C’mon,” Jungkook whispers, his dark head ducking down to run his nose along the curve of your jaw. His breath puffs over the sensitive skin of your throat, tingles racing down the nape of your neck. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Jungkook!” You hiss lowly, glancing around. “Do you have any shame?”

Thankfully no one’s noticed the hushed conversation, too focused on the TV. Like you should be. Only it’s difficult to think when it feels like Jungkook’s broad palm is burning a hole through your pants. So, so close; if he just inched a little higher he’d be cupping you.

“Why would I,” he asks, chuckling at the little shiver that shoots through you when his lips brush the shell of your ear, “When I’d rather have you?”

But really - right here, right now? You think with a frown, shooting him a scowl and wiggling deeper into the cushions to try and dislodge his grip. How is this fair?

Jungkook’s such a rotten little cheater when he wants to be, not above playing dirty to get what he wants. It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, knowing he doesn’t care who sees so long as he gets to do whatever he wants with you.

You turn towards him, scant inches away from his face. The faintest traces of beer linger on his breath, the cool metal of his lip ring a pleasant shock every time it glides over the heated skin of your cheek. “God, you’re such a brat sometimes…”

He always gets like this when he’s had a few too many beers - a little too relaxed, a little too close in mixed company. A horrendous flirt who lives to rile you up.

“Mm, but I know you secrelty like it,” he says. “Don’t you, noona?”

Your breath stutters in your chest, your shoulder pressing into the warm line of his chest as he turns his body towards you, using it to shield your frame from the other half of the room.

A plume of cologne tickles your nose with the movement - sharp citrus and soothing musk. Your thighs clamp down around his wrist, your clit throbbing once, twice at the gravelly murmur of his voice.

You scowl, cheeks burning as you swallow roughly, “S-Shut up.”

It’s hard to think of all the reasons why this is a big no-no when he looks at you so intensely, his dark eyes fathomless and greedy as they trace your features, you feel stripped bare. Or when he calls your name so sweetly, the backs of his knuckles teasing at your inner thigh, even now inching ever closer to where you’re soft, warm and wet.

Your lashes flutter, your faces so close, you swear you can taste him, sharing breath. The desire to close those scant few inches between you, to sink your teeth into his lip and lick your way into his mouth nearly undoes you, trembling against him.

“Noona?”

His question crashes over you like a tidal wave, memories of the night before flashing through you mind on a reel; bruising kisses, heavy thrusts that rattle you to the core, your nails digging into his sweat-slick shoulders as he slurs against your lips, “Fuck, just - haah - just like that, noona. Cum for me, wanna feel you cream on my cock.”

Goddamnit, Jungkook.

You groan at the mental imagery, your teeth chewing on the swell of your bottom lip. The sting does little to distract from the swoop of your stomach, the wave of prickling heat rushing from the crown of your head down-down-down to settle deep behind your belly like a shot of soju.

A rough thumb pulls your lip free. “Be careful,” Jungkook hums. “If you look at me like that, I might get the wrong idea.”

“Stop that!”

It’s a struggle to get yourself under control, let alone Jungkook. This is so not the time or place for him to be testing your limits, flirting with the edges of getting what he wants, and pushing too far. But he’s not playing fair - and why would he? The little shit knows exactly what he’s doing to you, and he loves it.

“We can’t.”

Wicked fingers skip along the soft cotton of your lounge pants towards the waistline, a low noise rumbling through Jungkook’s throat as he continues to taunt and tease. The warm, fluttery feeling deep behind your navel sinks down to pulse between your thighs, and you’re left yearning for something you shouldn’t want.

“W-Wait! We really, really shouldn’t.” You pointedly glance at the rest of the group sprawled out around the room, their faces bathed in the flashing lights coming from the TV. “Everyone’s here…”

Sure, their attention might be glued to the explosions bursting across the screen, and the high octane stunts, but it’s the principle of the matter. You’d rather be dead than get caught being finger blasted by one of your friends.

There’s no telling what this’ll do to Jungkook’s ego…

You shudder to think of what other bright ideas he’ll concoct if you let him get away with this. You learned a long time ago if you give him an inch, he’ll give you seven - and you’ll let him.

“So?” he asks nonchalantly. “I guess you better be quiet then, noona.”

Through a strangled whimper, all you manage is a weak, “Jungkook.”

“You worry too much.” His eyes, coffee black and half-lidded, sparkle. “But that’s okay, I’ll fuck all those silly little thoughts out of that pretty little head of yours.”

You choke on your tongue. “I--”

This is wrong on so many levels, and yet you can’t stop the instinctual spread of your legs when Jungkook nudges your thighs with his knuckles. He trained your body well. He cups the length of your pussy, the ball of his palm grinding hard against your clit.

White lightening crackles down your spine, your teeth almost biting clean through your lip to stop the sharp gasp from escaping. Your hips jerk, and you breathe, “O-Oh shit.”

Utterly surrounded, you drown in the scent, the feel of him, your head tucking into the curve of his shoulder. Strong fingers squeeze the nape of your neck, a reminder to be quiet, while his other hand tugs until your pants slip down to expose the tops of your hipbones.

“I don’t know, Kook,” you trail off, eyes darting from one side of the couch to the other. “This isn’t a good idea.”

Teeth nip the delicate skin of your earlobe, soft lips peppering kisses down the side of your neck. “They’re all watching the movie.” Jungook mouths at your pulse point, your pussy clenching at the smooth glide of his tongue. “No one’s gonna notice if you’re quiet.”

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pbandjesse · 9 months ago

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I would like another day off. Today needs a do over. I am still so tired. And I am dreading going back to camp and that sucks. That does not feel good. I hope that I can feel more positive when I get there. But today could have been kinder.

I did not sleep well. I really struggled to fall asleep. I was in pain for a while and wasn't feeling good. So it was not the most restful evening.

I woke up at 730 and texted James to make sure the car was on the right side for street sweeping. And took a while to actually get up.

Once I did I got washed and dressed. I really felt cute today. I wore some earrings I haven't worn in a while thG I really like. And I was tired but I was in an alright mood.

James made me an omelet but I only ate half of it. I was feeling weird. It it was fine. We would take a few minutes before we left but pretty quickly we were off to my appointment.

This appointment ended up being very stressful. I brought up that I need a yellow fever vaccine and it turns out that's a live vaccine and so I have to have a 4 week window of no immune suppression drugs. So it is going to be a really quick turn around for getting the vaccine and I will have to skip my medicine next month. Ugh. It's fine. It will be fine. But man. Stressful.

I had a really nice time talking to Sincere but for some reason whenever he does my injection I get crazy bruised or swollen. And this time I would get big lumps on my legs from the medicine sitting under my skin. Which was not and is not comfortable. Like it's been 12 hours and I still have lumps.

But it was fine. I chatted with the nice lady at the desk and she wished me luck on our travel and set me up for my appointment. The whole appointment took over an hour. But James was doing grocery shopping for some of it and calling the doctors to make sure we had the vaccine stuff set up. I still feel bad for making them wait but they say they dont mind. They got coffee and donuts. And I was in a much better head space.

We drove home and the plan was to install the ceiling fan Jess gave us. This did not go well. It did not have the correct bracket for our ceiling and it was heavy and we tried everything we knew what to do but it was just. Not happening. I would try helping but I'm to short and I can't hold my arms up that long. And James was really frustrated that it wasn't working out like they hoped. We tried for almost an hour before we just had to give up.

I went and laid in the other room because I felt dizzy. James pulled the duvet off the bed because it got dust from the ceiling on it.

James asked how we should attack the rest of the day. I requested we go to Mathews for a late lunch and then I would drop them off at the laundry mat and I could go to the thrift store. This was a really nice way to spend the day.

Lunch was fun. I like that the waitress, who I think is named Grace, knows our entire order and just double checks. Doesn't even give us menus anymore. And the food was good but I burnt my lip on very very hot sauce and was literally teary eyed about it! It's still bothering me! But it was still good.

I told James about what I was hoping to get at the thrift. Specifically mules and rain boots. And I would have good luck today.

After our meal we went to the laundry mat and we swapped seats so I was driving. And we said goodbye. And I was off.

I went to value village in Glen Burnie. I had to go through the tunnel to get there but that was fine. There would be traffic on the way back but it was whatever.

I was happy to be there on a weekday. For one it was basically empty. But also they were putting out new carts and there was some treasures to be found.

I was there for shoes mainly. And I found both things I was looking for! I got red ankle rain boots. I want to get insoles for them for they are great. And I found some leather mules that are like Birkenstock but no bucket and a lower profile. And they fit great. I was very excited.

I would also find two more Dear American books. A black cropped T-shirt. Some wall sconces that look like boat helms. And a dress that I think will be a great option for Africa. I also found a pillow that is made of alpaca and looks like a panda and I absolutely did not need it but I thought it was so cool. Maybe Sweetp can use it as a bed.

I was looking at the shirts when James let me know they would be done in approximately 15 minutes. So I went and paid. The woman that directed me to self checkout was super nice and kept calling me honey. Sweetheart.

I had kind of a rough drive to go get James. But it was fine. I just kept ending up in turn lanes that I couldn't get out of and then my phone kept disconnecting and I was overstimulated and wanted to go home. But I got James only a few minutes later then I hoped. And I was happy to see them.

We struggled to get back to the house though. Traffic and many roads having no turn lefts during the times we were on the road. So it took twice the time it should have but we got home and it was fine.

We would bring everything inside. James went to put away laundry and I put away my haul. And eventually we would head to the backyard to finish the catio.

This was mostly a James task with me helping. Attaching the screen was tough and it was very windy. But it's so much closer to being completed. I am going to look into getting an actual screen door for the end and we have to get masonry bits to anchor it to the house. But for now I used bungee cords and it's pretty stable. And I'm really excited that we got it basically completed in two days.

I was tired though. I was bringing in the scraps and things as well finished each panel. Once we were totally done I would make one last piece of wood to close the gap next to the one window. And James would bring in the rest of the wood. We were s good team.

James made us dinner. I had vegan fish fillets and a salad. James had pasta. And once we were done dinner I requested we watch the documentary that just came out about Nickelodeon and we just finished the second episode and it was. Dark. Really upsetting. We are going to save the next two episodes for tomorrow. It was not like shocking that there was abuses on these sets but man the gravity of it all was heavy.

We are all on the couch now. Sweetp is very cuddly. And my allergies are bothering me because of that. So I am going to go take a shower and get ready for bed. And hopefully tomorrow work is great and the dred I am feeling is nothing. I love you all. Goodnight!

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