KIRST

— you’re in my dna, can’t get away

[clarkeysbedchem]

࿐ im kirst — twenty-two — bisexual — she/her

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smosh summer games: class of 2005 (platonic! smosh x reader, established relationship! spencer x fem reader)

[clarkeysbedchem]

this is so old but would you do a part 2 to the ‘pretty princess’ fic where he takes it off and then days later starts getting spots and bad skin and blames it on reader xxxx

really sorry but i no longer write for ab at all, nor ukyt atm x

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hershey kisses

spencer agnew x fem reader

summary: weekly movie nights with spencer

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a/n: first spencer fic !! lemme know what you think <3

Every week you and Spencer dedicate a night to watching a movie on either of your watchlists. It had become a somewhat of an excuse to see each other whilst you were new to the relationship but now it was routine.

You’d both find a day where you were free and debate which film to watch the entire day.

Each time, you were in charge of snacks because Spencer knew how particular you were with what snacks you’d like to eat.

So, the set up today was chips and salsa, grapes, pickles, and hershey kisses. Spencer commented on your random configuration when he first got home but you just shrugged getting comfy on the couch.

“Do we want the duvet?” Spencer called from the bedroom, and you yelled back in agreement clapping your hands in excitement.

Spencer returned in sweats and a hoodie carrying your duvet in his arms, “Here we go, m’lady.” He smiled, dropping the duvet on your head making you yelp.

“What the hell?” You huffed, pulling it off your head and Spencer chuckled at your now messed up hair, “what was that for?”

He shrugged, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “just felt like it.”

You hummed, shaking out the duvet pulling it over yourself getting ready for movie night to commence.

The film was well over half way through and you were utterly entranced by it. You had the duvet pulled up to your chin and Spencer’s chin was resting on top of your head smiling fondly at your reactions.

He had already watched this film, it was one that had been out for years but you never got around to seeing it. Spencer didn’t mind rewatching it after seeing how excited you were to finally be watching it.

“can i have a kiss?”

You broke your attention from the TV frowning your eyebrows for a second at the question.

After being together for four years, you had both grown out of asking before simple things like a kiss but nonetheless you turned in his arms pecking his lips quickly before turning back to the film.

Spencer’s chest rumbled against your back as he laughed lowly.

You quickly paused the film turning back around resting your chin on his chest, “what?” you asked, pouting your lip feeling slightly insecure at his unexplained laughter.

“i meant a hershey kiss but that’ll do too.”

“oh…” you sat up reaching for the bowl sat on the coffee table, “my bad.”

You unwrapped one for him plopping it into his mouth before doing the same from yourself.

“Actually, this one is much better than the first.” Spencer teased, chewing on the chocolate making gap at him in disbelief.

“Hey!” You grumbled, smacking his chest softly earning a laugh as he pulled you back down to him, now with half of your body draped over his.

His hand drifted under your shirt flattening on your back pressing you as close as possible tracing shapes into your skin.

“Hey,” He mumbled, you looked up at him, “can i get a kiss?”

You rolled your eyes dramatically before reaching for the bowl again and he grabbed your hand softly, “not the one I meant.”

You smiled tilting your head up at him and you placed a short peck on his lips again, “better than the chocolate?”

“I don’t know,” He hummed, bringing his hand to your jaw, “let me test again.”

His hands slid into your hair pulling you into a kiss making you smile as your hands found place on his chest.

Your head tilted into the kiss as your leg hiked higher over Spencers hips making him hiss. His hand dropped down gripping your thigh keeping it in place, you smirked slightly before pulling away slightly.

Spencer traced shapes into the fabric of your pyjamas pants leaning his forehead on yours, “definitely better than chocolate.”

He chased your lips again turning you onto your back making you yelp quietly as you smiled up at him, “That’s good to know.”

His knee slotted between your thighs and you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him back into a kiss with a sigh.

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This is my impression of everyone on ukyt tumblr:

“Omg Alfie is such a dick why would he say such an insensitive thing!!”

“Anyway, I’m gonna go glaze him because he’s leng and just got a new tattoo”

[flickthebeann]

Hey Alfie, Large data centers can use up to 5 million gallons of (usually fresh) water daily, equivalent to a town of 10,000 to 50,000 people.

Hey Alfie, Although water covers 71% of Earth’s surface, only 0.5% is available freshwater.

Hey Alfie, The Epstein files are made of over 300 gigabytes of data, paper, video, photographs, and audio of victims and other illegal child abuse material.

Hey Alfie, Epstein’s youngest victim was still attached via the umbilical cord.

Hey Alfie, Politics affects every aspect of life whether you realise it or not - however some more than others.

Hey Alfie, not caring about politics furthers democratic deficit, something the UK is suffering from increasingly.

Hey Alfie, not caring about politics and democratic deficit allows extremist parties to get more votes and power.

Hey Alfie, the Nazi’s (an extremist government) killed an estimated 17 million people.

Hey Alfie, the Soviet Union (another extreme government) killed an estimate of 10-20 million people, including 700,000 - 1.2 million in gulag camps. (Because you’ve also joked about that)

Hey Alfie, extremism among youth in the UK is rising, with a threefold increase in under-18s investigated for terrorism over three years, now constituting 13% of MI5 investigations.

Hey Alfie, young people are being exposed to a "grab-bag" of ideologies through social media, including extreme far-right narratives, misogynistic content, and anti-Muslim hate.

Hey Alfie, Global peacefulness has deteriorated every year since 2014, with 100 countries deteriorating over the last decade.

Hey Alfie, globally, approximately 160,000 to over 240,000 people die annually due to organized violence and armed conflict.

Hey Alfie, only 14 countries have full equal rights for women, the UK is not one of them.

Hey Alfie, In the year ending March 2024, it is estimated 2.3 million people aged 16 and over were victims of domestic abuse (1.6 million women and 712,000 men)

Hey Alfie, on average, one woman is killed by an abusive partner or ex every five days in England and Wales.

Hey Alfie, just because issues don’t directly affect you doesn’t mean you shouldn’t care.

Hey Alfie, if you can’t use your platform appropriately, you shouldn’t have one.

Hey Alfie, when you decided to be ‘an influencer’ you became responsible for what information you share to people and the effect your words may have.

Hey Alfie, just because you’re an uneducated loser, doesn’t mean you should encourage others to be.

Just because this post is addressed to AB doesn’t mean it can’t and shouldn’t be applied to other influencers and YouTubers.

Please stay informed, please care.

And please reach out if you need help or support, you matter and deserve happiness regardless of gender, sexuality, race, identity, class, religion, age.

I don’t normally post but this is something that I believe is extremely important and needs to be spoken about.

[clarkeysbedchem]

if you’re cool, you’ll follow my tiktok

[clarkeysbedchem]

Ugh kirst, standing on business as always! Thank you for speaking up on AB and his vile actions, I know you’re not in the ukyt scene as much anymore but thank you so much for choosing not to write for him anymore! Forever my fav diva and ex-ukyt writer ❤️

big love !!

i honestly started just getting like so pissed off everytime he would speak and now the only ukyt boys i watch is will, james, arthurtv, arthur hill, bach and george !! everyone else is the scene lowkey pisses me off.

that being i lowkey miss writing for ukyt but i have no passion for that space anymore but who knows what the future holds !!

[ukytblr]

rip ukytblr 2025-2026

hi friends,

you may have noticed that we've fallen off of reblogging our members' works in the last few weeks. we've been feeling a bit detached from the community lately and have made the decision to shut down our ukyt server.

this blog won't be going anywhere. it won't be updated anymore, but the existing archive of fics will stay here for ease of access!

thank you for nine months of love 💘

x g + mitchie

[clarkeysbedchem]

rip 🙏 will be missed

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Sorry, if u don’t mind me asking what’s going on with ab? Im not up to date like that lmao

he reposted this:

if you don’t know, in the first photo is epst*in and two boys who are victims of epst*in. while this has become a trend on tiktok for what i’ve seen, it is not funny nor should it be tolerated. for alfie to repost this is actually inexcusable in my books, sexual abuse is not a joke.

[clarkeysbedchem]

i know im not very active in the ukyt scene anymore but i’m more than aware that a lot of my followers on this page are and that they found me through my AB fics.

So i’m just making this post to say that what alfie reposted actually makes me sick. That is not something to joke about nor is it something to take lightly. so please if you think that what he reposted is excusable, unfollow me idc.

love you all and now i’m gonna go back to writing my smosh fics, i hope you all stick around but if you don’t thats fine xxx

[pretendyoucanthearme]

very cool and epic that no one seems to care about the fuckass epst*in thing alfie reposted on tiktok

love it

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pushing it down and praying

part one

angela giarratana x fem reader

summary: you grew up in a highly religious conservative household and some of those ideals have followed you into your adulthood. now you have to decide whether you want to continue living a lie or if you’re ready to live your truth.

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cw: hints to internalised homophobia, conservative families, religious trauma, toxic relationship, very inaccurate portrayal of the “thats not a hat” video

Conformity was something you were well versed in with being raised in an extremely conservative, religious household where the rules were made very clear and never questioned. Sundays were reserved for church and Sunday school, and there was no argument against it. The women of the family never spoke out of turn and were expected to tend to the household, while the men were the breadwinners, always in charge.

Those roles had been ingrained in you before you could fully form your own thoughts. You helped your mother in the kitchen, do laundry, scrub the house clean top to bottom, all while helping look after your younger brother. Everyday like clockwork your father would come home from his shift and his meal would be on the table waiting and your mother would be as attentive as ever while your father didn’t even whisper a thank you.

You watched the way your parents sneered at anyone who dared to stray from those ideals, how they spoke about anyone who was different from them and you internalised it.

You learned to push your feelings down, to stay within those clean lines, afraid that stepping outside them would cost you everything.

You had already crossed one when you applied to college in Southern California to pursue a film degree. Your parents didn’t speak to you for half a year after that. When you permanently moved to L.A. after being hired as a director for Smosh, it took two years to rebuild any kind of relationship with them.

Communication only truly returned once you had found a nice Christian boy to be with. Isaac. He had lived in your apartment complex for roughly a year before you met him, which was strange to you because you’d gotten to know almost everyone in the building so quickly. Still, you didn’t mind, somehow convincing yourself that it was fate.

Everything was good once you got together. Your parents were pleased, that was certain. And you, well, you were content. A stable job, good friends, a loving boyfriend, and your family back in your life.

But there was one thing you couldn’t shake.

You sat next to Spencer behind the camera, watching Angela, Chanse, Arasha, and Shayne play That’s Not A Hat, giggling to yourself as Angela muttered under her breath about the cards being passed around.

Angela glanced up at you when you laughed. She smiled brightly at first, then her expression shifted into a dramatic frown, “Stop, you’re distracting me,” she grumbled, lifting her hand to block you from her line of sight as if that would somehow restore her focus.

Spencer chuckled beside you, nudging your elbow teasingly.

You turned to him, gaping in disbelief, “I didn’t even do anything.” The words were meant for Spencer, but Angela answered anyway.

“You are just distracting.”

You leaned a little closer to Spencer, lowering your voice, “Is that a good thing?”

He glanced at you, lips twitching, “I have no idea…”

At the games table, Angela began to protest loudly when Shayne called her out on passing her the wrong card, “I misspoke! I misspoke!”

Shayne flipped over the card and Angela dropped her head to the table with a groan, “I hate this game.”

Chanse and Shayne both laughed at her dramatics, and Arasha rubbed Angela’s arm comfortingly whilst laughing silently to herself. The room buzzed with the comfortable chaos you’d grown used to on set, lights warm against your skin, cameras quietly humming as they captured every second.

You should have been focused on the shot.

Instead, you were acutely aware of how Angela’s eyes kept drifting over to you whenever you so much as shifted.

“You might as well take a picture,” Spencer teased, quiet enough that only the pair of you could hear.

“What?”

“You’re staring at Ange again,” he replied, glancing at you sideways.

Your stomach flipped in a way you immediately tried to shove down, the same way you’d shoved everything else down your entire life. You knew your feelings for the Italian girl were far from platonic but you couldn’t act on those feelings, it would go against everything you were taught.

But whenever she smiled at you, you would lay down your life for her.

Angela pointed accusingly toward the camera, “They’re whispering. It’s distracting, it’s sabotage.”

“We’re not sabotaging,” you called back, trying to sound professional and not like your pulse had suddenly relocated to your throat.

Spencer leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms casually behind his head, “You’ve just got a bad memory, Angela.”

“I have a great memory!”

“You forgot what you had five seconds ago.”

“That’s because,” she shot back, “people keep talking to me!.”

Her eyes flicked to you again, playful but knowing. And for a split second, you wondered if she could see it. The crack in the careful version of yourself. The part of you that didn’t feel quite so content anymore.

You exhaled slowly and looked back at the monitor.

Stable job. Good friends. Loving boyfriend.

Everything exactly the way it was supposed to be.

Angela sat back up, pushing her hair out of her face as she snatched the next card from the pile with far too much determination, “I’m locking in,” she declared, like this was a professional sport, “this is a bowtie.”

You forced your attention onto the monitor, watching the framing, the lighting, the small flicker of expressions across everyone’s faces. Safe and technical. Things that didn’t feel like you were standing a little too close to the edge of something unnamed.

And then Angela laughed.

Not the dramatic, exaggerated one she used for the bit. The real one. The bright, unguarded sound that slipped out before she could catch it.

She looked at you again. A quick glance that barely lasted a second.

Still, it felt like being chosen.

Your chest tightened.

Spencer hummed under his breath, “You’re not as subtle as you think you are”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Okay.”

You swallowed, “I’m just watching talent at work.”

“Sure,” he said lightly, not pushing anymore but that didn’t stop you from questioning what he had meant.

At the table, Angela narrowed her eyes at Shayne, “I know this is wrong because I know this is the record player.”

“You don’t even know what any of the cards are,” Chanse laughed.

“I do!”

Her gaze drifted back to you as she said it, and something in her expression softened. It sent a chill over your spine, your eyes met for a moment making heat rush up your neck. You pulled away first pushing yourself off your chair making your way to the drinks cart.

Your mind was loud, every time you thought too deeply about the way you felt your mind got loud. Every reminder of what your life was would seep in.

You have a boyfriend.

Your parents just started speaking to you again.

Everything in your life was finally starting to fall into place and now there was this.

Now there was Angela.

You shouldmn’t feel this way towards Angela, you can’t.

She was just your best friend right?

But nothing your boyfriend did made your pulse stumble like Angela did. Your boyfriend didn’t even know what your favourite colour was, yet Angela went out of her way to make sure your bottle was always full and you always had snacks at your desk. Everything Angela did for you soared miles above anything Isaac had done.

An exhausted huff left your mouth as you stepped through your front door. You dropped your bag to the floor with a soft thump letting your jacket slide from your shoulders as you toed off your shoes.

The sound of the TV murmured faintly from the living room echoing off the walls of your apartment and filling your ears and the sound of your boyfriend's voice followed it, “Hey!”

You hummed in response, walking further into the apartment, “Hey,” you greeted softly, offering a small smile. “How was work?”

Isaac leaned back into the couch, looking up at you with a single nod, “It was good, yeah. I’m starving now though.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek as you swallowed down the quiet disappointment that made your heart drop. “What do you want to eat?”

He shrugged, his hand sliding to your hip, squeezing lightly, “I could kill a steak.”

You stepped out of his hold almost instinctively, turning away from him as you walked toward the kitchen. You blinked away the heaviness behind your eyes and opened the fridge.

You heard the heavy echoes of Isaac following you and only stopping when you could feel the warmth of his breath against your head.

“I wasn’t finished.”

His voice was low.

You turned around quickly, heart thumping against your ribcage, “Sorry. It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah, I can imagine,” he replied, tone edged with mockery, “ Must be really hard filming videos and doing fuck all all day.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line dismissing his harsh words. You nodded once and turned back to the fridge, gathering what you needed, “So, what else happened at work today?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” He waved a hand, “I can see you’re clearly not interested.”

“I am,” you insisted quietly, “I promise.”

He shook his head and walked back toward the living room, “Just make dinner.”

The words settled heavily in the kitchen. Just make dinner.

You stood there for a moment, staring at the uncooked steak in your hands. The fluorescent light hummed overhead. Is the stability that you had longed for your entire life? Being treated as less than? Being made to feel small?

You knew there was a life out there where you weren’t made to feel that way. You had felt it every time you were around Angela, she made you feel like you could do anything and then more. She treated you the way you were meant to be treated, you knew that.

You reached for a pan anyway.

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burnt out

angela giarratana x fem reader

summary: the months leading up to the holidays are always the most stressful, some handle it better than others. you, however, do not handle it very well. so when the pressure catches up to you, you crumble and of course angela’s there to lift you up.

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a/n: this probably is god awful, so i do apologise about that! i always haven’t properly proofread it yet but i hope you all enjoy <3

It had been a busy shoot week at the Smosh office, with days running longer than expected and early morning call times. Weeks of rushing to meet deadlines. Late nights that lead to you quietly slipping into bed next to your already sleeping girlfriend. All of the good things that came with the job only seemed to be distant memories during busy periods like this.

You had been sat at your desk for what felt like an endless amount of days, hunched over with your legs crisscrossed beneath you as you clicked and dragged clips, trying to make sure everything was up to standard. Your mind, however, felt like it was slowly turning into mush.

“I mean this with so much love and respect, you look like shit,” Tommy stated as he perched himself on the edge of your desk, “When was the last time you did anything other than stare at the screen?”

You blinked a few times before lifting your head to look at him, “I think I went to the toilet around two hours ago,” you grumbled, running a hand through your hair with a huff.

Tommy pressed his lips together and nodded, gently removing your hands from the keyboard and into his own, “Come on.” He pulled you up from your desk chair.

“I have to finish the edit.”

“You need to eat.”

You huffed but let him tug you toward the kitchen, which was occupied by Chanse, Angela and Amanda. They were getting ready to leave for the day, grabbing drinks for the road and discussing tomorrow’s schedule.

Angela’s head turned toward the door as you entered the room. She lit up at the sight of you before her brows pulled together when she saw your pout. You made an instant beeline to your girlfriend as she opened her arms, and you felt yourself crack slightly, biting down on your lip as you fought back the tears threatening to spill.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked, running a gentle hand through your hair as you buried your face in her neck. You shook your head, not trusting your voice.

Angela lifted her head to look at Tommy, who was now standing beside Chanse.

“Take her home, please,” Tommy mouthed, pointing toward your desk.

Angela understood straight away.

She knew how stressful the past few months had been for you. Trying to meet deadlines. Attending meetings. Thinking of ideas for upcoming videos. Trying to fit in everyday chores. It had barely left anytime for you to live your life and it had finally caught up to you.

“Let’s go home, yeah?”

You pulled back from her arms, “I can’t.” You shook your head, “I have to finish the edit before Friday.”

“Well, lucky for you, it’s Wednesday,” Angela reassured, rubbing your arms soothingly, “We’re going home.”

Chanse, Amanda and Tommy all chorused a farewell as Angela guided you out of the kitchen. You instinctively started walking toward your desk and Ange followed not far behind, watching you with a concerned frown.

“I just need to save everything and we can go.”

Angela nodded, leaning against your desk as she grabbed your bag from beside you without a word, “Ready?”

You nodded, linking your hand with hers as you walked out of the studio in silence.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked quietly, sliding into the passenger seat of the car without looking at her.

Angela’s head snapped toward you and she shook it immediately, “What? No. Never.”

She turned in her seat so she was facing you, and you finally looked over at her with a frown.

“I just… I just wish you would let yourself breathe.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Love, you don’t have to apologise” Angela’s voice softened, “I want you to look after yourself. You look like you haven’t slept in a week.” She cupped your jaw gently, her thumb brushing over your skin. “Now, I’m taking you home and we’re ordering food and napping, okay?”

You nodded, a small smile gracing your lips as you looked at your girlfriend, “Okay.”

Angela smiled before pulling out of the carpark letting you choose whatever song or podcast you wanted to listen to for the drive home.

You scrolled mindlessly for a second before pressing play on one of your comfort playlists, something soft enough to let your brain untangle itself. The car filled with familiar chords and you let your head fall back against the seat, staring out the window as the studio disappeared behind you.

Angela reached over after a few minutes, squeezing your thigh gently.

“You’re allowed to be tired, you know.”

You swallowed, blinking at the blur of streetlights passing by, “I know.”

“You don’t act like you know.”

You huffed quietly, eyes still fixed on the window, “If I don’t do it, who will?”

Angela didn’t answer straight away. You could feel her looking at you though, the weight of it soft and patient rather than accusatory.

“Literally anyone else, we’re a team for a reason,” she said, “You don’t have to carry the whole company on your back like a tragic hero.”

You let out a breath that was almost a laugh, “I don’t think tragic heroes eat cereal for dinner three nights in a row.”

Angela smiled, shaking her head, “Exactly my point.”

The rest of the drive was quiet, but it felt different from the silence at the studio. This silence didn’t press against your temples and lay on your chest. It was comfortable, a silence that lingered with recognition and care.

When you finally got home, Angela unlocked the door and gently guided you through the door first. You kicked your shoes off, let your jacket slip off your shoulder into Angela’s hands and you placed your bag next to the shoe rack. The warmth of your and Angela’s apartment welcomed you with a hug that you couldn’t refuse and you could feel the tension in your shoulders slip away slowly.

Angela dropped her keys in the bowl by the door, “Couch. Now.”

You glanced back at her, “Bossy.”

She pointed toward the living room, “Couch.”

“Yes ma’am.” You rolled your eyes but shuffled over anyway, collapsing into the cushions with a groan that felt like it came from somewhere deep in your bones.

A few seconds later you felt the couch dip beside you.

“What do you want to eat?” Angela asked, brushing your hair away from your face.

You shrugged against the fabric, “I don’t know. Something that requires zero decision making.”

“Italian?”

You made a small noise of approval as you buried your head into the cushion.

“Italian it is.”

You heard her tapping away on her phone while you stayed exactly where you were, too tired to move but not quite tired enough to sleep. Your brain was still buzzing, edits replaying behind your eyelids, cuts you had to tighten, colour grading you were meant to tweak.

Angela’s fingers slid into your hair again, slow and grounding, “You’re thinking about the edit.”

“No I’m not.”

“You are.”

You turned your head slightly so you could look at her, “Okay, maybe a little.”

She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, “It will still be there tomorrow.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.” You grumbled, shifting so your head was in her lap, “What if it’s bad?”

“Then you fix it tomorrow.”

“What if it’s really bad?”

Angela smiled softly, “Then you fix it tomorrow and complain about it dramatically to me while I make you coffee and force you to take a break.”

You stared up at her for a moment before your expression crumpled slightly again, “I don’t want to mess up.”

“You won’t.” She brushed her thumb over your cheek, “But even if you did, you’re allowed to. You’re human.”

The words sat heavy in your chest. You knew she was right, but every time you thought about failing, letting the team down, your mind began to race. The thought of putting out a subpar video made you feel physically sick, what if the fans hated it? What if Ian and Anthony hated you for it?

You sat up, looking at her with a pout on your lips that made Angela’s heart shatter into a thousand pieces, “Come here.” She immediately opened her arms, letting you tuck yourself against her holding you close. If you could, you would’ve crawled into her skin just to be as close as possible.

“I hate crying at work,” you mumbled into her shirt.

“You didn’t cry.”

“I almost did.”

“Guess what? That’s okay, it’s not illegal to cry at work.”

You let out a quiet laugh against her.

Angela rested her chin on top of your head, “You’ve been running on nothing but fumes for weeks. Any sane person would crack.”

“I don’t like feeling weak.”

Her hand stilled slightly in your hair, “You’re not weak.”

You didn’t answer.

Angela leaned back just enough so she could look at you properly, “You know what weak is? Ignoring your body until it forces you to stop. You letting me take you home before that happens? That’s strong.”

You studied her face, searching for any hint of teasing. There wasn’t any. Just that steady, grounding warmth she always gave you.

“I hate when you’re right,” you muttered.

“I know.”

The doorbell rang and you both jumped slightly before laughing.

“Food’s here.” Angela said, pressing one last kiss to your temple before getting up.

You stayed curled on the couch, listening to the muffled exchange at the door. For the first time all week, your shoulders didn’t feel glued to your ears.

Angela came back balancing the takeaway bags, placing them on the coffee table before settling beside you again.

“Sit up,” she instructed gently, “Food first. Nap second.”

You pushed yourself up slowly, leaning into her side as she handed you your favourite pasta dish and a fork. The smell alone made your stomach twist in protest, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten anything substantial all day.

“You’re going to sleep tonight,” Angela said firmly, nudging her knee against yours.

You just hummed in response, not convincingly enough for your girlfriend as she raised an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry. Yes, Angela.”

“Better.”

You smiled leaning into her side as she grabbed the TV remote putting on whatever reality show she had decided to rewatch whilst you had been working.

Halfway through eating and the episode, your head tipped onto her shoulder without you realising. She shifted slightly to make it more comfortable, her hand automatically coming to rest on your thigh.

“You still with me?” she asked softly.

“Mhm.”

“Scale of one to ten.”

You thought about it, “Four.”

“That’s better than earlier?”

“Earlier was… negative two.”

Angela hummed thoughtfully, “We’ll aim for a six tomorrow.”

You nodded, letting your eyes close briefly, the exhaustion finally beginning to catch up to you in the warmth of your home and the comfort of Angela’s presence.

“You don’t have to prove yourself every second of every day,” she added quietly. “You are more than enough already.”

Your throat tightened again but this time it wasn’t panic. You couldn’t pinpoint what the feeling was, but it somehow changed your entire thought process. It was something that you needed to hear though, you knew that much.

“Okay,” you whispered.

Angela squeezed your thigh, “Okay.”

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need more ian x reader fics bc yours are sooooo good

send me requests and i will

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The Orange Peel Theory

Angela Giarratana x Black!Reader

Synopsis: Angela is an unknowing recipient of the Orange Peel Theory when her girlfriend is constantly doing things for her. 5 times she doesn’t notice it and the one time she does

1: Wrong Lunch

The cast was eating lunch on day having ordered out. The restaurant messed up Angela’s order and the reader gave Angela her food without a second thought.

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Everyone was laughing at a pitch idea Spencer and Chanse had come up with when you first noticed it. The small nearly unrecognizable frown on Angela’s face as she stared at the salad in front of her. It wasn’t that the salad was bad, but you knew she didn’t really want it. It was her turn to pick lunch and she literally picked this place specifically for the wrap that you both had ordered. So without missing a beat you switched your plates. Angela looked up at you, blinking her eyes in shock before glancing between the salad and the wrap that now sat in front of her.

Gently squeezing her hand that was resting against your lap, you started to eat the salad. Angela getting the hint, she squeezed your hand back before picking up the wrap.

“No wait, that could actually work for the Bit City character Shayne has for the next week.” You laughed, still participating in the conversation happening around you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Angela practically light up now that she had the right order.

2: Cold drinks

Reader having Anglea’s favorite drink hidden in a fridge by her desk giving Angela one before she even noticed they were out in the entire office

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Personally you thought all La Croix flavors were nothing but static in a can. But your girlfriend as well as many of your colleagues loved them. They drank them so fast that the kitchen fridge was constantly being restocked. So naturally you had a stash hidden just for your girlfriend in the mini fridge under your desk. Always her favorite flavors, phasing out whatever she didn’t like and replacing it with one she loved. You didn’t mind doing it for her, honestly you don’t even remember when it started. Maybe after an Eat It or Yeet it video, when she’d eaten something bad and needed something good to mask the flavor. Or maybe you just subconsciously noticed that her favorite flavors seemed to run out the fastest. Honestly you were almost positive she wasn’t even aware that you were doing it.

Appearing in front of her as soon as her last shoot ended right before lunch, handing her a can. Or sometimes if you were filming on a different set, then a cold can would be sitting in her desk with a note and a smiley face. She was always sure to thank you with a kiss and your favorite snack from the kitchen.

“God, are we really out of the strawberry peach already?” Courtney ground while looking through the fridge as Angela strolled into the kitchen with a cold can of strawberry peach in hand.

“Are we? I just got this one from Y/n. Maybe she knows where they are.” Angela softly offered earning a laugh from Ian. The man stood at the counter stirring his coffee and Angela furrowed her brow at him.

“As if anyone but you would be allowed to know where her secret stash is.” Ian explained with a shrug.

“She does not have a secret stash.” Angela denied and this time Courtney spoke.

“Ang is right, y/n/n doesn’t even like La Croix. Why would she have a stash.”

“Because Angela likes them.” Damien replied hearing the tail end of the conversation as he entered the kitchen. Angela suddenly felt incredibly flustered at the idea of you keeping a stash just because she liked it.

“You guys are ridiculous.” She laughed while shaking her head. She grabbed your snack before heading to the Smosh Mouth stage where you were directing a video.

3: Cue Cards

Reader goes out of her way to write out Angela dialogue on pastel blue paper with bigger than average font

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It was a live Smosh event and Angela had been stressing about being able to read her cue cards all day. But she was to in her head and she didn’t want to mention it to anyone as she told herself, she’d be fine as long as she wore her glasses.

“Selina, here are the cue cards we talked about.” You smiled handing her the stack pastel poster boards with thick overly outlined words. You wanted to make sure Angela would be able to read them from far away.

Sure, she didn’t specifically say anything to you. But you could tell from the first rehearsal that she was nervous. And with Ian out sick, she doesn’t have an alternate like everyone else. It was the least you could do.

From her first line, you could see her shoulders almost visibly relax as she read her cue card. You stood just off camera waiting for your own scenes, smiling proudly.

Angela had, without a doubt, the hardest job of the evening. But in the end she did wonderful.

(Smosh Hospital TikTok)

4: Glasses

Reader always has Angela’s back up pair of glasses in her desk for the days Angela forgets her glasses at home

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It was a gentleman’s shoot on the games stage. Today they were playing Mario Party and you could tell immediately that your girlfriend could barely see the screen. You and Courtney were directing today’s video since Spencer had to be in camera and couldn’t do both. You didn’t mind it though, you loved watching your friends be in their element as an observer.

You loved watching Angela even more. Watching Angela film videos was like watching her slowly heal her inner child one joke at a time. It was a beautiful thing to not only witness live but to be apart of.

However right now, the only thing you could focus on was the way your girlfriend kept squinting at the screen. She clearly couldn’t see it from where she was sitting but you knew she left her glasses at home. Lucky for her, you had her spare ones in your desk.

“I’ll be right back.” You whispered handing Courtney your clipboard and they nodded

You quickly and quietly walked off set and rushed to your desk. Pulling the top drawer open you pulled out the hard plastic case and opened it. Inside was a pair of Angela’s wire framed glasses. Smiling you snapped the case shut before speeding back to set.

Walking back onto the games stage you immediately had Angela’s attention and you waved the case in the air.

“What is that?” She asked squinting at you.

“Why, I do believe that fair lady had brought you your glasses good sir!” Spencer cheered in a jokingly posh accent. You walked over as Angela stood up.

The only part of you that the camera could see, was your hands as you slid the glasses onto her face. She bowed towards you before going to sit back down.

“Why I do believe that was by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!” Angela announced copying Spencer’s accent as she winked in your direction.

“Wait, did you go to her car?” Trevor asked looking at you over the edge of the cone around his head.

“I keep a spare pair in my desk.” You said as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do. Angela froze, looking fondly at you for a moment.

Spencer quickly making a joke to not only fill the silence but also remind her she was in camera.

The video continued with ease.

5: Homemade Pasta

Angela had been craving a pasta that her mom used to make her as a kid. She’d tried the recipe a few times but it never came out right. You literally went to her mom and asked her to teach you how to make it

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It had been a rather long and stressful few weeks so you wanted to do something nice for your girlfriend. She had a late shoot today and wouldn’t be home for hours so you thought what could be better than a nice home cooked meal.

Her mother had come over to visit a week prior and you asked her to teach you her famous pasta recipe. So now armed with all the ingredients and your cooking playlist, you got to work. Hand making the noodles and shredding your own cheese. You wanted it to be perfect.

By the time Angela got home, the pasta was nearly done and so was the homemade garlic bread. She entered the kitchen with wide eyes as she looked around.

“Babe it’s smells amazing in here. What are you-No Way!” She exclaimed when she noticed the pot you were stirring on the stove. Rushing over she wrapped her arms around your waist while looking over your shoulder.

“Is that my mom’s recipe?” She asked hopefully and you nodded

“I asked her to teach it to me when she came over for a visit last week. I knew you’d been craving it and I wanted to make it right.” You explained as if it was the easiest thing in the world. And to you, it was. But to Angela…well let’s just say she didn’t know she could fall anymore in love with you.

“God, how did I get so lucky.” She murmured before kissing your cheek. She then stayed practically glued to you for the rest of the night.

It was as if holding you was the only way she knew how to thank you. Like the words she wanted to say didn’t exist.

+1: Oranges

Sitting in the Smosh kitchen you watched Angela stare longingly at an Orange before shaking her head and walking away. So you peeled one, and took it to her desk for her

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It had been a few weeks since the homemade pasta night. And Angela was slowly starting to notice that maybe your coworkers were actually right. You were taking care of her, in little ways, silent ways. You did it without being asked and almost like you weren’t expecting a thank you for it. Like you hadn’t expected anything at all.

Of course this made her spiral a bit, thinking of why you weren’t expecting doing it. Did you think she couldn’t take care of herself? Was she a terrible girlfriend because she wasn’t doing things for you in return? Well not to say she didn’t do things for you, of course she did. But this felt different somehow.

She was currently in the kitchen looking for a snack when she noticed a bowl of oranges.

“Ooo oranges!” She cheered but frowned quickly when she looked at her nails. She’d just painted them last night. In fact she’d also just painted your nails in a matching color as well.

Not wanting to risk chipping the paint she grabbed a granola bar instead and left the kitchen. What she didn’t notice somehow was you standing with Shayne, Damien, and Chanse. You had watched her go to the bowl of oranges, frown, then pick something else.

“I’m not painting myself again.” Chanse joked in response to something Shayne said. You all laughed as you walked over to the bowl of oranges and grabbed one. Standing over the trashcan you started peeling it immediately.

“Oh come on, it could be fun.” You smiled glancing over at him.

“That orange paint took forever to get off last time, I thought I was gonna look like a Cheeto for the rest of my life.” He complained and you nodded

“Ok, I’ll think of something else. Maybe we can paint Ian this time.” You offered knowing the man seemed to be pretty much down for anything. You turned your focus back to the orange, meticulously picking all the stringy fleshy bits off.

“Dude, you look so intense right now.” Shayne laughed referring to the way you were staring at the orange in your hand. You were sure it looked like the fruit had personally offended you.

“Oh hush, I have to get back to my desk. That Pitt video isn’t gonna edit itself.” You shrugged grabbing a napkin to warp the now bald orange in as you left.

Humming to yourself as you first made your way to your desk, grabbing a La Croix from the fridge. Then you practically skipped over to Angela who was working on TNTL bits.

“Hi Angel.” You greeted causing her to look up with a smile. Setting her pen down she turned in her chair to face you immediately.

“Hi- is that an orange?” She asked when she tried to grab your hand but couldn’t because you were holding something. You nodded proudly while sitting the fruit and the can on the desk.

“You peeled an orange for me?” She questioned. Her tone far softer than the words needed it to be. She stared at the fruit on her desk with watery eyes before she slowly picked it up. Holding it as if it was glass.

“Of course I did, I could tell you really wanted it.” You replied simply your eyes shifting from her tone far softer the unopened granola bar on her desk. She looked up at you for a moment, silently studying you.

Then in a flash she was on her feet. She pulled you to an empty conference room closing the door behind you both. She was facing the door as if she had to gather her thoughts, then she turned.

The orange still in her hand as she looked at you.

“You-you do things for me.” She said suddenly and you nodded in agreement but said nothing. She wasn’t done talking and you could actively see her mentally trying to pick the right words to say.

“You switch lunches with me when I get the wrong order. You keep La Croixs in your mini fridge even though you don’t drink them. You rewrite my cue cards so I can read them. You learned my mom’s pasta recipe because you knew I wanted it but kept messing up the recipe on my own. You have a spare pair of my glasses in your desk. You kiss me when I’m sick even if that means you’ll get sick too. You do all these silent little things for me every day and I can’t help but think that maybe…maybe I’m not doing enough for you?” She expressed sadly. You lead her over to the table and you both sat down.

“Angel…I don’t do these things because I expect something in return. I don’t even do them because I have to. I want to do them because I love doing things for you.” You confessed as if you were sharing an unspoken secret. Angela hanging onto every single word you said.

“But why? It’s not…it’s not because you think I can’t. Right?” She asked almost nervously and you couldn’t stop the soft giggle that fell from your lips as you shook your head.

“Baby, you are a grown woman. You have been taking care of yourself for a long time. I never doubted your ability to do so and I never will. It was never about you not being able to do it, it was about me being able to help make it easier.” You explained in a low but soothing tone. Your thumb gently tracing shapes on the back of her free hand.

“Make it easier?” She repeated

“Of course. You being happy makes me happier than anything in the world. I love seeing you smile. So yeah, I’ll switch lunches with you so you can get the wrap you’d been raving about. I’ll stock my mini fridge with your favorite drink even though I hate the taste of them. I’ll write your cue cards on pastel paper with giant block letters so you can see them for live shows. I’ll keep a pair of your glasses in my desk drawer so you can see and you don’t have headaches as frequently as you used too. I’ll spend my day off in our kitchen learning recipes with your mom so you can have the meals you ate as a kid again. And I will peel a damn orange jut so you can have the fruit you want when you want it. Angela it was never about you not being able to do it. It’s about me being able to do the things I want for the woman I love. I love you through my actions so that when words don’t work anymore, you never have to question the way I feel about you. Honestly my love for you runs so deep that I don’t even think all the words to express it actually exist in any of the languages we are fluent in. I know that accepting compliments is not something you are good at so I’m loving you in a way that you are. In a way that can make you feel seen and feel appreciated without making you want to run away. Because I love you and because I know you. I know that you are my person and you are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know that is an insane thing to say at 9am on a random Tuesday but it doesn’t make it any less true. I love you. I am so deeply and irreversibly in love with you. Taking care of you is the easiest more fulfilling thing I have ever done.” You rambled passionately while looking deeply into her brown eyes. Angela’s bottom lip trembled as her eyes watered and she tightened her grip on your hand.

“Oh my god.” She breathed in a whisper before letting out a wet laugh. Within seconds she threw her arms around you and was crying against your shoulder.

“I love you so much. Shit! That is like the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said about me.” She cried happily as she pressed her face against your neck and you smiled. Gently rubbing her back as you hugged her.

She slowly stopped crying after a few minutes and you gently wiped the streaks of mascara from her face.

“God I’m sure I look like shit.” She attempted to joked while wiping her face with her sleeve. You only smiled at her, leaning back in your chair.

“You look beautiful to me.” The door opened and you both turned to see Shayne standing there.

“There you two are! It’s time to film Try Not- are you guys okay?” He asked looking between the two of you with worried eyes.

“She peeled my orange for me!” Angela yelled holding the fruit up as if that would explain everything. And somehow it did, because Shayne smiled immediately and nodded at her.

“Good for you Ang.” He replied before walking away. You and Angela stood hand in hand and slowly followed after him.

“I love you too by the way. I didn’t say it earlier when you did but I uh, I love you a lot. I want to spend the rest of my life with you too.” She whispered in your ear. You squeezed her hand three times in response.

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mrs ian hecox

tea. romance novels. found family. dog mom. red wine. late night walks on the beach. baked goods and chocolate. coming-of-age movies. film cameras. browns & creams. scrabble enjoyer. the mom of smosh. the people's princess. ian’s wife.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ian’s wife… who is like the mom of the smosh cast and crew. who is constantly rallying the cast together and calming everyone down during games videos. who always hypes them up. who cheers every single one of them on. who celebrates even the littlest accomplishments. who is the first person everyone goes to with their issues.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ian’s wife… who has been there since the beginning of smosh and is endlessly proud of what her husband has achieved.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ian’s wife… who grew up with both ian and anthony.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ian’s wife… who always brings something she has baked to the office whenever she is there. cookies. cakes. brownies. she basically uses the crew as test subjects for her new recipes.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ian’s wife… who has begged spencer to let them play scrabble on the channel countless times and is always met with a look of disapproval.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ian’s wife… who always teases ian saying she is the favourite out the pair of them (she’s correct).

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ian’s wife… who is also best friends with anthony and was utterly heartbroken when he chose to leave smosh and who was equally elated when he came back.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ the fans absolutely love ian’s wife, constantly commenting on her posts asking if ian can fight. making thirst edits of her. when she doesn’t appear in a video the comments are all basically begging for her to come back.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ian’s wife… who while being ian’s biggest supporter is also his biggest hater (in a loving way of course). just know that in ‘who meme’d it’ she is always making meme’s to mock her husband - or when he makes a fool of himself in videos, she reposts it on her story every day until a new one makes it in.

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next ian fic is gonna be ian and the reader being the mom and dad of the smosh cast and all them (especially angela, trevor, chanse and arasha) coming to both of them with their life problems