⎠having to not act crazy when person a feels their hands brush over person b's
⎠seeing someone for the first time and having your eyes linger back to them because of how beautiful they are
⎠blinking a few times because you can't believe the person in front of you is real
⎠complete denial of feelings whenever someone else brings it up, but in private you can't help but hide your face and blush because of your feelings
⎠person c says, "so... are you guys dating?" and person a tries to cover their ass and says, "what?! no! no. no no no."
⎠trying to focus on one subject but person a cannot (for the life of them) get their mind off of person b
⎠person a feeling the back of their neck get hot & getting flustered when speaking to person b
⎠person a catches themself trying a bit harder when interacting with person b (whether it be dressing up, trying harder in a subject/sport, etc) and cringes ("what the actual fuck am i doing?")
⎠person a reads up on a subject/piece of media/hobby that person b enjoys to try and talk to them later (bonus: person b finds out and says, "you didn't have to do that. i was always gonna find a way to talk to you anyway.")
⎠sneakily setting up dates
⎠eventually, once the relationship is established, person b jokes about person a's crush on them. person a responds with, "stop it. am i actually that obvious?"
⎠person a acts all suave and nonchalant in front of person b, only to become a whole mess after they stop talking. like literal shambles, rethinking the entire conversation, and dragging their hands across their face shambles.
⎠pressing your lips together to prevent a big grin from appearing on your face because of person b's antics
⎠trying not to think about the other person, so you do everything imaginable to keep them out of your mind (reading, coding, watching tvâyou name it). but everything always comes back to them.
⎠person a and person b start off as the only chill co-workers in the workplace, which creates a friendship between the two that could blossom into more
⎠jealousy being the beginnings of a crush. person b wondering why they feel their heart sink when person a mentions that they're going on a date.
⎠or person b's jealousy causes them to be a bit touchier with person a, causing person a to start developing a crush on person b
⎠it randomly hits them. person a is just sitting around with person b until they're like... "wait. i really like spending time with person b. i'd spend all my time with them if i could. i want to kiss person bâWAIT WAIT WHAT"
⎠person a starts to imagine person b in rom-com situations. totally unintentional btw. but person a realizes that person b embodies most of these rom com love interests, and slowly starts to realize maybe there's something there between the two of them.
⎠sharing earbuds in and realizing the proximity is too much and they're so warm and their skin is so soft and that one focused face they make is so captivating and... oh.
⎠"why do i even keep you around?" "because you have a crush on me" "WHAT." how do they know how do they know how do they know
â whole time other person is just oblivious and said it just to fuck with the other one.
⎠something that originally starts off as a friends with benefits situation develops into more over time. you don't know when you started admiring the crease of their eyebrow or the way their mouth parts when you do that thing. you don't know why it makes you feel so good seeing that.
Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism đđŸ you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
Notes: This is short. I knew exactly where I wanted to go with it when I started writing it, so I hope you all like it despite it's shortness.
Request: hiii! i was rewatching the shayne guesses our fridge and i was wondering if youâd write an angela fic abt her and another cast or crew member that she basically lives with in a non public relationship and thatâs why she only has half a lemon in her pic, like bc sheâs basically never at her own apartment
You were laughing.
Usually, the sound was music to Angela's ears, but today it was just making her pout.
"It's not that funny!" she protested.
You had been watching the latest "Shane Guesses" video, seeing him guess the cast and crew's fridges.
When they got to Angela however, you had to pause to laugh so hard your sides hurt.
She had a singular lemon in the fridge space at the apartment she shared with her roommates.
"Babe, I know you're here a lot, but one lemon? And not even a whole lemon?" you said, wiping tears from your eyes.
"I always either eat with you, eat whatever the roommates make, or have takeout! I'm a busy woman!" She protested.
You shook your head, trying to hold back more laughter.
"Not like you're fridge isn't spacious enough for my stuff anyway!"
"No, no, you're right, it's just...babe," you said, smiling.
She frowned at you. "I'm busy."
You laughed, lighter this time, standing up from your couch and walking over to where she was pouting in your kitchen.
"I know, and I love how hard you work," you said, pecking her on the lips.
You saw it every day, between working at Smosh and hearing about her auditions, you were insanely proud of her. You just wished you were always there to remind her to slow down once in a while...
Wait.
An idea was beginning to fester in your brain.
Angela stayed over at your apartment often.
She had her own drawer, full of clothes. None of them repeats cause she always went back to her apartment for laundry, claiming she didn't want to burdon you with it.
You kept her favorite coffee, popcorn, chocolate, and other assorted snacks in stock, in case she craved something while she was over.
You had a copy of her full schedule hanging on the door of your refrigerator that she updated every month.
You both worked for Smosh, so you commuted together most of time.
"Well, this one has to be Y/N," Shayne said, the video still playing in the background. "Judging by the drinks and...some of the other stuff as well."
Angela's stuff.
"Would you wanna move in with me?"
Angela's head whipped around, her ponytail practically smacking her in the face as she looked at you.
"Wha- really?"
You smiled, widely. "Yeah. Ang, you're practically here all the time already. Take that lone lemon out of the fridge and just move in with me."
She was stunned for a moment before breaking into a happy laugh. "Really? Babe, of course, I'll move in with you!"
"Really?"
"Yes! Oh my god, yes!" Angela replied, hurrying over to give you a big hug.
You laughed. "Thank god! You can migrate that lemon over to my fridge."
She pulled back, jaw dropped and an offended look on her face. "Hey!"
nothing keeps a fandom & fic writers going like sharing the love đ cas has so many of my faves here already but here are a few more off the top of my head that i have read multiple times:
whisks worth taking // gbbo au by @sapphicagenda
holy ('til you let me go) // no nuns au &
hey, accidents happen // firefighter & disaster bi au &
spellbound // witch in the woods au all by @omomoification
show me something of a reckoning // switzerland fake dating by @lucytara
A Bit of Earth // secret garden au by @whatwordsmis
and there it is, a mark of the divine // australia small town au by @laurasbailey
Because the Light Is Close // immediately post-s1 by @foibles-fables
my heart still beats the same way (I can try to hide it if youâd like) // college au &
mirages of you // timeloop au both by @justawhitewall
can i get your house key? // forever roommates au by @piratekanes
making recipes that are too difficult for me & more // youtuber au by @sunsafewriting
the planets & fates & all the stars aligned (i couldnât lose) // footy au by @possibilistfanfiction
okay no reason to not keep this going because there are so very many stories i've loved and reexperiencing chunks of them as i compile these rec lists is rly joyful! so here are more stories that occupy my brainspace long-term:
a nun, a halo bearer, and an interdimensional pseudo-demon walk into an apartment // lilith cohabitating with avatrice by @fiddleabout
We Need To Talk About Ava // ava comes back wrong by @whatwordsmiss
oh, there's a river that winds on forever (i'm gonna see where it leads) // hiking the camino au by zefrumiousbandersnatch
in her careful hands // switzerland haircut fic by @unicyclehippo
redshift // atla au by @bazaarwords
on that dizzy edge // roommates au by @littledata
honey, cast me a line // pacrim au by @softpluto
how shall i speak of doom // vampire au &
the opposite of faith // horny worship au both by @lucytara
a beggar in the morning // absolute favorite soulmates worldbuilding, nuns can fuck au &
the gods we can touch // switzerland era, both by @thecousinsdangereux
romance is not dead (if you keep it just yours) // tiktok au by @emilyjunk
in the way everlasting // post-s2, ava returns by @belikebumblebee
all of the girls against god series by @possibilistfanfiction
in my veins // vampire au by puppybusby
i sense a rhythm humming in a frenzy // 80s au by littlepacketofchips
Customer feedback surveys for Bar La Vasseur // what it says on the tin, fun story told through customer reviews by @jtl07
i am the thesis of her prayers // almost a nun au by @paddingtonfan69
Blood; Orange by @baez-atwitsend, @willowedhepatica, and @longwindedanswer // Beautiful 1-shot collaboration by three brilliant authors, Avatrice try to move forward after a DARK post-canon Holy War
She's back, bitches by @frenchsoda // Ava returns and reunites with Bea in a fun 1-shot
Built Composure by juniperre // Anyone for big angst where Ava comes back without the Halo and Bea has a girlfriend?
the full extent of forever by TheGoatWithAPen // Ava returns with no memories, and maybe Reya isn't done with her...
Golden Dandelions by Schmoo1 // Ava returns only BEA has no memories, Eternal Sunshine AU
Religion by 0verth1nker_code // a short look at the idea of religion through the eyes of our characters in canon
To Build A Home by Andi on Bluesky // this is technically canon-divergent, but the fluff is too good not to include, SMAU where Ava is pregnant after defeating Adriel and Bea is the mom who stepped up
And two of mine:
Friends with my Ex by @alms4oblivion // post-canon, post-Holy War, Ava comes back and Bea is in love with someone else, they both navigate separate relationships until they find their way back to each other
In The Eyes Of A Child by @alms4oblivion // post-post-canon, post-apocalyptic, humanity lost the Holy War and Beatrice escorts her new student, a thirteen-year-old girl, through the ruins of Old Europe; basically Season 6 in the style of a fantasy novel, Lone Wolf & Cub vibes and deep dives into canon lore
Summary: A weekend away at VidCon leaves you and Angela the perfect opportunity to announce your relationship and pregnancy
Author's Note: Sorry this didn't go up sooner, I got stuck on the other thing that I was writing, and I wanted to have that done before I posted this.
In the few months that have passed since you and Angela confessed your feelings and got on the same page about your pregnancy, so much has changed. The first major thing that is different is getting to call the other mother of your baby your girlfriend. You had wanted to make things official the night you made up, but she had insisted on taking you out on a proper date first. Over all, youâre very glad that you waited, because she made the whole night so incredibly romantic before asking you to be hers with a bouquet of roses.
The second major thing that has changed is that both of you have stopped taking on side projects, deciding to pour all of your focus into Smosh and the baby. Youâve canceled a few of your upcoming comedy shows, and Angela has decided not to audition for Starkidâs latest production, as it would be on stage very close to your due date. At first, you had been hesitant about her making such a big sacrifice, but she had convinced you by promising to return to stage acting after the baby is born.
Your body is third and final on the list of major things that have changed. Of course, you knew it would happen, but itâs been getting harder and harder to hide the baby bump that is slowly but surely starting to form. Itâs growth has you relegated to baggy jeans and oversized sweatshirts, a far cry from your usual wardrobe. The castmates who donât yet know about your pregnancy are starting to get curious about your sudden change in style, and at this point, you are sure that one of them is going to guess whatâs up any day now.
At least the announcement is just two days away at this point, with the plan set for the second day of VidCon. The âAm I The Assholeâ post is already submitted, and Ian, who has been let into your circle of trust, has ensured that itâll make the final list of posts that will be read during the panel part of the convention. Now all that you have to do is make it through the next forty eight hours, which shouldnât be too hard with your busy schedule leaving you little time to worry.
âAre you ready for this?â Angela asks, putting the car in park.
âYes,â you say, unbuckling your seatbelt but making no move to get out of the car. âI canât wait for this to finally be out in the open. Our friends have been so suspicious.â
âI know. Courtney has been looking at you like sheâs trying to solve a puzzle for two weeks now.â
âYeah, Iâve noticed. I feel so bad that we havenât told them. Theyâre our friends.â
âAnd theyâll understand,â Angela says, reaching over to take your hand. âBesides, theyâre gonna love the surprise.â
âI hope so.â
âThey will.â
âI love you,â you say, sighing softly.
âI love you, too. Come on. Just two more days, and we wonât have to hide anything anymore.â
âI canât wait.â
âMe either,â Angela says softly. âNow, are you ready to head inside?â
âYeah, letâs go.â
Turning in your seat, you reach into the back seat and grab your backpack before opening the door and climbing out of the car. As you head around to the back, you see that Angela already has all of your bags out. You grab your suitcase as she shuts the trunk, then you both head off towards the hotel entrance. After stopping at the concierge to check in and get your keys, you take the elevator up to your floor and head down the hall to your room.
Angela scans the card against the reader and then opens the door, letting you in first. As you walk in, you glance around, taking in the little kitchenette and living area that are laid out in front of you. Off to the right, you see an open set of double doors, so you head through them to find the bedroom, which has one king sized bed instead of the two doubles that you had been expecting.
âHow did you swing this with HR?â you ask, looking back as Angela walks in.
âI didnât,â your girlfriend replies. âMust have been Ian.â
âWell, thank you, boss.â
âYeah. So, we have an hour until dinner. Wanna unpack then put on Forensic Files and cuddle?â
âDo we have to unpack?â you ask, pouting.
âYes, baby. We arenât going to want to do it later.â
âFine, you make a good point. Letâs go. The sooner weâre done, the sooner I get to be in your arms.â
It takes no more than ten minutes for you to empty your suitcase into both the dresser and the closet, and as soon as you finish, you find yourself climbing into bed. Angela joins you a few minutes later, and you put the TV on, flipping through the guide to find your go to show. Once itâs on, you put the remote on the side table and curl up into your girlfriend. You are just starting to doze off when the clock strikes 6:45, and you groan when you realize itâs time for dinner.
âDo we have to go?â you ask, rubbing your eyes tiredly.
âWe really should,â Angela replies, stoking your back tenderly. âItâll be suspicious if we both donât show up, and I donât wanna leave you in here alone.â
âFine.â
Groaning, you sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed, then slowly stand up, making sure not to go too fast. Ever since the end of your first trimester, your blood pressure has been a little low, leading to headrushes if youâre too fast in standing up. Once youâre sure your vision isnât going to suddenly black out, you slip on your shoes and head to the hotel room door with your girlfriend.
The walk down to the hotel restaurant doesnât take long, and soon you find yourself scanning the dining room for your castmates. You find them at a long table near the back, so you go and join them, taking the free seat next to Shayne while Angela scoots in next to you. Ian is going over the schedule for the weekend with everyone whoâs there, so you tune in to find out if thereâs anything important that wasnât covered in the email.
âWeâve got photos tomorrow at 10:00, then autos at 1:00. We break for dinner at 4:00, then we have to head over to RISE for karaoke.â
âIs everyone going to that?â Trevor asks.
âEveryone has the option to, but I donât know how big the venue is, so it might be better if some of us donât. Weâre only required to have six of the main cast attend, so itâs not a big deal a few people skip out.â
âI think I might pass,â Keith says.
âSame,â Noah adds. âIâm not much of a singer.â
âDo you want to skip it?â Angela asks quietly, leaning into your ear so that no one overhears. âYou know Chanse and Amanda are gonna go, Shayne is wherever Court is, and Ian and Anthony kind of have to, so we can stay in if you want.â
âNah, I think itâll be fun to go,â you whisper back. âWeâll just have to come up with an excuse for me not drinking.â
âWe can just say weâre doing a dry month challenge if anybody asks. Itâs not like people with think anything of it.â
âYou donât have to not drink just because I canât.â
âBabe, if youâre sober, Iâm sober,â Angela says softly. âItâs that simple.â
âFuck, I really wanna kiss you,â you murmur.
âLater. I love you.â
âI love you, too.â
âOkay, so Keith, Noah, Trevor, Damien, and Olivia are out,â you hear Ian say as you tune back into the conversation at the table. âIs everyone else in? Y/N? Ange?â
âIâm in,â you reply easily.
âSame,â Angela adds. âIt sounds like itâll be a good time, so.â
âCool,â Ian says. âSo that means weâll have eleven people there, plus whatever crew members decide they want to join.â
âPerfect,â Anthony replies. âAfter that, the only event weâll have left is the panel on Sunday morning.â
âWhat time does that start?â Courtney asks.
â11:00, but they want us down there for prep at 10:15.â
âAnd weâll be sending out reminders in the group chat for everybody as well,â Ian says. âThat way weâre all on the same page.â
With the schedule for the next few days reviewed, Anthony calls the waiter over to the table so that everyone can get drinks. It only takes a few minutes for them to arrive, and then theyâre putting in food orders and getting back into casual conversation. You end up being practically interrogated by Courtney, who asks you in a million different ways if youâre feeling okay, but you manage to dodge saying anything to incriminating.
After about twenty minutes of sidestepping questions from your castmate, the food arrives and youâre finally granted a reprieve. You end up inhaling your mac and cheese in less than five minutes, and with plenty of room left, you decide to order dessert. The chocolate cake you end up getting is delicious, but you canât finish it, so you offer your girlfriend the last couple of bites.
Once you are finished and Anthony takes care of the bill with the company credit card, everyone starts to split off in their own directions. A couple of your castmates are end up deciding to head to a bar down the street, but you and Angela decide to just head back up to your room and pack it in for the night. It doesnât take long for you both to get ready for bed, and soon enough youâre cuddled up under the blankets, falling asleep to another episode of Forensic Files.
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Being woken up by a blaring alarm at 8:30 the next morning is hard. Youâve been requiring more sleep lately, and even though you went to bed early last night, it seems as though your body has decided that you didnât get enough rest. Groaning, you reach over to the side table and smack at your phone blindly, letting out a sigh of relief when the jarring beeping that woke you up cuts off.
âPlease tell me that isnât our breakfast alarm,â Angela says, her voice husky with sleep.
âAfraid so,â you reply, rolling over to look at your girlfriend. âMorning.â
âMorning. Howâd you sleep?â
âGood, but I feel like I could easily go back. You?â
âSame,â Angela replies. âItâs like no matter how much sleep I get lately, I could always use more.â
âMaybe youâre having sympathy exhaustion,â you joke.
âMaybe. But as much as I want to go back to bed, we really should get up and start getting ready. We have a long day ahead of us.â
âUgh, donât remind me.â
Sighing, you climb slowly out of bed and head over to the dresser, trying to figure out what youâre going to wear today. After a couple of minutes spent in debate, you decide on a pair of low rise jeans and a patterned collared shirt that youâd stolen out of Angelaâs closet. You grab a matching bra and panty set as well, then head off into the bathroom to get a jumpstart on getting ready.
After deciding that itâs probably a bad idea for you and Angela to shower together, you get first crack at the hot water. It barely takes you five minutes to wash up, and then youâre toweling off as Angela takes her turn. Not wanting to get dressed all the way yet, you settle for putting your bra and panties on before getting to work. You spend the next ten minutes doing your hair, and then you climb up on the counter to do your makeup.
As you start to apply your eye liner, you hear the shower turn off and the curtain get pulled open. You adjust your glance so that you can see over your shoulder in the mirror, and swallow hard when you see Angela step out with nothing on. Your eyes stay completely focused on her as she grabs a clean towel and starts drying off. As she finishes, she looks up and catches your eye in the mirror.
Before you can say anything, Angela shoots you a smirk and a wink, an action that she knows youâre weak for. A jolt of arousal hits you straight in the core, and you suddenly find yourself wishing that you didnât have to go to breakfast. Unfortunately though, you do, so you finish putting on your eyeliner and then climb off the counter to finish getting dressed.
Once you and Angela are finished getting ready, you head down to the hotel lobby where everyone is meeting. Since youâre having breakfast at the convention center this morning, Ian had decided that it would be best to walk there together, that way no one has to figure out how to get there by themselves. As it turns out, you and Angela are the last ones to arrive, so everyone heads out as soon as you get there.
The walk to the convention center takes five minutes, and from there you find yourself in a large meeting hall with a bunch of tables and a buffet set up. A bunch of other creators are there mingling, but you decide to stick close to your friends for now, not really feeling up to tapping into your social energy yet. Instead, you and Angela find a table and put down your bags, then head up to the buffet.
After grabbing what feels like a mountain of food, you head back to your seats to find Amanda and Chanse already digging in. You gladly join them, spending the next hour and a half alternating between shoveling food into your mouth and talking shit with your friends. About halfway through the meal, MacDoesIt joins you, and the laughs get even louder. Time ends up flying, and before you know it, Smoshâs handler is calling for everyone to head out.
With photos being the first thing on the agenda today, itâs no surprise when you end up in a room that has been converted into a studio. As you walk in, the handler ushers everyone onto the main stage, where you begin posing for some cast only pictures. The photographers get a couple of different shots, then when theyâre done, fans begin to get ushered in and you start taking photos with them.
After an hour and a half of standing in the same place and posing for the exact same picture a hundred times, you find yourself getting impatient and irritated. Youâre trying not to let it show on your face, but you know that as time has gone on, your smile has gotten faker and faker. Just as youâre about to ask the handler for a break, they make an announcement over the intercom for last call.
Three photos later, and youâre being hustled back to where you had breakfast, only now there are trays of sandwiches and bowls of salad placed out for everyone. Still kind of full from breakfast, you and Angela decide to grab a chicken caesar wrap to split, then head back to the table you sat at this morning. This time, Shayne and Courtney join you, and you end up talking about the plans for karaoke tonight.
Before you know it, itâs time for the autograph session, and you again find yourself being herded into a large ballroom with the rest of your castmates. As soon as you walk inside, a cheer erupts from the group of waiting fans. A smile tugs at your lips as you look around, taking everything in as you are led to a long table at the back of the room.
When you reach your seat, you sit down, looking briefly over your shoulder to nod at the security guard behind you before turning you attention back to the scene in front of you. A woman who clearly is working the convention come around, placing down stacks of headshots in front of people before heading over to the handler and whispering something in their ear. Just a minute later, lines start forming in front of the tables and everything is off to the races.
Signing autographs turns out to be more exhausting than taking photos was. Your hand ends up starting to cramp ten minutes in, and you run out of anything original to say after the first five fans. Luckily they donât seem to mind, and are just excited to get to meet everyone, which you really appreciate. It takes some of the pressure off of the interactions, and you end up loosening up as time goes on.
After the first hour of signing, the crowd starts to thin out, with only a few stragglers lining up here and there. Honestly, youâre grateful for the break and end up taking the opportunity to catch up with Chanse. Amanda and Angela join you after a little bit, and you end up getting to chat for a solid forty five minutes with minimal interruptions before the crowd picks up again.
As you start slowly but surely making your way through your line again, you catch a whiff of something that immediately makes your stomach turn. You try your best to ignore it, but the more autographs you sign, the worse it gets. As the last girl in your line comes up to your table, a powerful wave of the scent hits you smack in the face. You sign the Smosh calender she hands you as quickly as possible, then get up to see if thereâs anywhere you can take a breather.
âWhere is the bathroom?â you ask the security guard behind you, trying your best to keep the nausea at bay.
âI can take you,â he says politely. âFollow me.â
The guard leads you along the back wall and then out a side door, before turning right and starting down the corridor. As soon as you see the sign for the bathrooms, you practically run down the hallway, not waiting for your escort. You rip the door open and slam it shut behind you, immediately head for the toilet and spilling your guts. In the head rush that always comes with throwing up, you thank God that this happens to be a single person bathroom.
After sitting beside the toilet for a minute to catch your breath, and to make sure that nothing else is going to come up, you get up and head over to the sink to rinse your mouth and wash your face. As youâre drying yourself off, you hear the sound of raised voices coming from outside the bathroom. Frowning, you throw away the paper towels, then open the door to step outside. You immediately see Chanse squared up with the security guard, his face red with anger.
âThe bathroom is occupied,â the guard explains calmly.
âI know, my friend is in there!â Chanse says exasperatedly. âI need to check on-â He cuts himself off when he sees that youâve opened the door. âY/N, are you okay? What happened?â
âIâm fine now, Iâll explain in here,â you reply, smiling softly at his concern before turning your attention to the guard. âIs it alright if he comes in here with me? I need his help with something.â The security guard looks at you skeptically, and you roll your eyes. âWeâre both gay, itâs not like weâre gonna fuck.â
âFine,â the man says, his cheeks tinting pink. âPlease let me know if thereâs anything I can help with.â
âThank you.â
You open the door wider, and Chanse slips inside. As soon as heâs clear, you push it closed again and lock it before letting out a deep sigh of relief. When you turn around, you see your best friend looking you up and down with an edge of concern in his eyes, clearly not convinced that you actually are alright.
âChanse, Iâm good, I swear,â you say, reaching out to squeeze his arm in reassurance. âI caught a whiff of something that one of the fans was wearing, I donât know if it was perfume or what, but it made me nauseous. I didnât wanna puke at the table, hence me running away to the bathroom.â
âAre you sure it was just the perfume?â Chanse asks anxiously. âYou havenât had morning sickness in a while, maybe we should call your doctor just to be sure?â
âIâm fine, Chanse. Really. But thank you for coming to my rescue.â
âAlways. Even if I have to fight a buff security guard.â
âThatâs why youâre going to make an amazing Godfather,â you says with a teary chuckle.
âMe?â Chanse says, his jaw going slack in surprise. âReally?â
âOf course. Thereâs nobody Ange and I trust more.â
âOkay, I love this and I love you, but I have to pack it away right now so I donât end up crying in front of our fans.â He reaches up and brushes the tears from the corners of his eyes before refocusing. âIs there anything you need? I mean, you threw up, so I assume you wanna brush your teeth.â
âYes, please. And Iâd love to get this damn smell out of my nose. Do you mind running out and grabbing my bag for me? And Angela, if sheâs free?â
âOf course.â
Chanse opens the door and walks out, shooting a glare at the security guard as he passes him. You roll your eyes as you step out of the bathroom, watching him head back the towards the ballroom. The clearing of a throat next to you grabs your attention, and you look over to see the security guard looking at you expectantly.
âAre you ready to head back, Miss?â
âHeâs actually coming back, heâs just grabbing something for me,â you reply. âLady problems, you know how it is.â
âOf course,â the guard says, clearing his throat awkwardly.
It only takes a few minutes for Chanse to return, this time with your backpack slung over your shoulder and Angela at his side. As soon as they reach you, you usher them into the bathroom, then shut the door and lock it behind you. Sighing in relief, you turn around only to find yourself being wrapped up in a gentle but firm hug by your girlfriend.
âChanse told me you were sick,â Angela murmurs into your neck. âAre you okay? Is the baby okay?â
âEverythingâs fine,â you say, moving your hand up to scratch your girlfriendâs scalp soothingly. âJust a little nausea, nothing out of the ordinary.â
âGood. What do you need?â
âWell first I need to brush my teeth.â
Nodding, Angela turns around and grabs the bag that Chanse is already holding out for her. She goes into the front pocket and grabs your toothbrush and toothpaste, then hands them to you. You take them gratefully, then turn towards the sink and get to work. After a thorough brush, you put your stuff away and put your backpack on the ground, before taking a few steps towards your girlfriend and wrapping her in a hug.
âWhatâs this for?â Angela asks, surprised.
âI love you,â you murmur, burying your face in her neck and breathing in. âAnd I canât get the smell of that perfume out of my nose, and you smell good.â
âThatâs gay,â Chanse says, reminding you that heâs here.
âUgh,â you groan, rolling your eyes at your friendâs antics before taking one last deep breath. âAs much as Iâd love to stay here for the rest of the day, we really should head back.â
âWe should,â Angela says as she detangles herself from you. âAre you feeling better?â
âMuch.â
âGood,â Chanse says, unlocking and opening the door. âLetâs get back, then.â
âEverything all good?â the security guard asks as the three of you exit the bathroom.
âYep, all good!â you say. âThank you.â
âExcellent,â he replies, then turns and starts the walk back to the ballroom. âIf youâll follow me.â
âHow many queers does it take to put in a tampon,â Chanse says under his breath as you guys start walking.
Both you and Angela burst out laughing, earning an over the shoulder glance from the security guard. He looks so confused that you end up laughing harder, which makes Chanse start laughing, and soon youâre all in hysterics. By the time you get back to the door that leads into the ballroom, you all have tears streaming down your faces. You take a minute to compose yourselves, then you head back in for the last half an hour of signing autographs.
After what feels like five seconds, the handler is announcing last call, and then you are being led out of the ballroom. You end up back in the buffet room for the third time today, but this time you just regroup with everyone before heading out of the convention center and down the street to the restaurant that Ian made reservations for the cast at. It looks a bit sketchy on the outside, but as soon as you make your way in, you realize that itâs actually pretty upscale.
Dinner turns out to be a pretty calm affair, with most people drained from the social activity of the day and conserving what little they have left for karaoke. That is more than fine by you, because honestly you could really use a nap right about now. As dessert starts to come around, the cast members that are going to the event later start discussing what to do in the hour and a half before you have to be at the venue.
âI mean, we could go back to the hotel?â Spencer suggests, looking hopeful.
âOr we could hit up the bar early,â Courtney counters. âIf I go back to the hotel, Iâm not going back out.â
âSame,â Tommy says. âAs soon as I sit down on my bed, Iâm done for.â
âWell, we could always split up?â Shayne suggests.
âHonestly, itâs probably better to stick together,â Spencer says. âIâm fine with heading over to the bar early. Everyone else cool with that?â
As most of the cast nods in agreement, you look over at Angela, silently trying to communicate that you would really like to go back to the hotel to get some rest. She nods in understanding, then looks down to the other end of the table to try to catch Ianâs attention. When she does, she subtly nods at you, and he looks confused for a minute before he finally gets what sheâs saying and he nods back.
âI actually have a few things that I need to get done for tomorrow, and I need Y/N and Angela for that,â Ian says. âHow about you guys go ahead, and the three of us will meet you there at 6:45.â
âSure,â Anthony says, looking a little confused but accepting the change in plans easily. âI can take care of the check if you wanna go get a head start.â
âYeah, thatâs actually a great idea.â
âCool. So weâll see you there at 6:45. Iâll text you at 6:30 to remind you that you need to get going.â
âPerfect,â Ian says thankfully before turning his attention to you and Angela. âYou guys ready to head out?â
You and Angela both nod, then stand up to follow your boss out of the restaurant. The street is crowded outside, so you move quickly through the people standing around, hoping not to be recognized. In the end, you make it back to the hotel without any incidents, which you are very grateful for. As soon as you make it inside, Ian brings you over to a quiet section of the lobby,then looks around briefly before focusing his attention on you.
âHow are you feeling?â he asks. âI saw that you had to leave signing for a couple of minutes. Chanse filled me in, but I just want to make sure youâre still okay for tonight.â
âYeah, Iâm good,â you answer honestly. âJust a momentary bout of nausea, but Iâm feeling better.â
âOkay, good. So look, obviously I donât actually need you guys for anything, so you guys should head up to your room to rest for a bit. Iâll be knocking on your door at 6:30, so you have about an hour and fifteen minutes before you need to be ready to go. Sound good?â
âPerfect,â Angela says. âThank you.â
âYeah, thank you,â you echo. âAnd thanks for the king sized bed.â
âOf course,â Ian replies. âI figured youâd be in the same bed anyways, so at least this way you have some extra room.â
âWell we appreciate it,â Angela says.
âNo problem. Now you two should head upstairs. Iâll see you in a bit.â
With a nod in parting, Ian turns and heads off in the direction of the hotelâs front desk, so you and Angela take his advice and head upstairs. As soon as you get into your room, you strip out of your clothes from the day, eager to trade them in for something more comfortable. You slip on a pair of silk pajama pants, and youâre about to put on the matching top when you feel your girlfriendâs hand on your wrist.
âLeave it off,â Angela says. âI want to lay on your stomach.â
âOf course,â you reply, smiling softly.
You climb up onto the bed and lay back against the pillows, then look up at your girlfriend to signal that sheâs good to join you. She does, maneuvering herself carefully beside you before wrapping her arms around your waist and laying her head gently on your growing baby bump. Sighing in contentment, you grab the remote from the side table and turn on the TV, flipping through the channels until you settle on one thatâs playing The Rookie.
Time flies by, and soon enough, Angela is promising you kisses in exchange for getting out of bed to get ready. After spending a little bit to much time making out, you change into another shirt that you had stolen from your girlfriend and an oversized pair of cream pants. As soon as youâre done, you head into the bathroom to do a quick hair and makeup touch up, and then you are heading back out into the bedroom.
A strangled gasp escapes your throat as you walk out in time to see Angela pulling a dark pair of high waisted jeans up. Smirking, she looks up and shoots you a wink as she pulls up the zipper and does the button. You swallow hard as you take a few steps towards her, grabbing the belt that she had left on the bed before stopping in front of her. Trying to keep your breathing as even as possible, you slip the belt through the loops in her jeans and then do up the buckle.
âThanks,â Angela whispers, leaning in for a soft kiss.
âMmm,â you moan out softly, pulling her into your body. âThis is a bad idea.â
âIâm just kissing you.â
âYeah, and I already wanna ditch karaoke so that we can stay here and fuck.â
âBaby, you canât say stuff like that,â Angela whines as she reaches down to squeeze her cock, no doubt trying to stop the blood from rushing there. âIâm gonna get hard, and thereâs no hiding a boner in there jeans.â
âSorry,â you say, smiling to yourself as you run your hands up her sides.
âNo, youâre not.â
âNo, Iâm not. Do you want help with your shirt?â
âPlease.â
You smile and grab the white short sleeved button up that is laid out on the bed, then delicately help Angela pull it over her shoulders. She smiles softly at you and leans in for another kiss, and you quickly get distracted from your job, instead pulling her into you further and trailing your hands all across the smooth skin of her back. Just as she starts to deepen the kiss, a knock on the door startles you out of the moment.
âFuck,â Angela says, pulling away and starting to do up the buttons on her shirt. âWe lost track of time.â
âI wonder whose fault that is,â you tease.
âItâs not my fault youâre so damn kissable.â
Ignoring your girlfriendâs grumbling, you head to the door. Angela follows you, doing up the last two buttons just as you open up to see Ian on the other side. You exchange quick hellos, and then you head down to the lobby and back out onto the street. The karaoke bar isnât very far away, and soon enough, you find yourselves taking the elevator up to the rooftop patio. As you step out, you immediately see Anthony and Shayne, who walk over to you.
âHey,â Anthony says, doing a short handshake with Ian. âYou guys are back just in time. Theyâre gonna start letting fans in any minute now.â
âCool,â Ian replies as he looks around. âThis a nice venue.â
âRight?â
Leaving the boys to their chat, you and Angela head outside to the bar where the rest of your castmates are congregating. Most of them have drinks in front of them, the only one drinking something non-alcoholic being Amanda, which is probably a good thing, as sheâd had at least two margaritas at dinner. As you approach the group, Chanse looks up and does a little squeal of excitement that youâve arrived.
âYouâre here!â Chanse says excitedly, clearly already a little tipsy. âUgh, tonight is going to be so much fun!â
âIt is,â Angela agrees, immediately matching his energy. âWhat are you planning on singing?â
âIâm feeling some Queen tonight.â
âYou going classic or off script?â
âI mean, Iâve gotta go Bohemian Rhapsody, right?â
âI would,â you say. âI mean, itâs a banger, and everyone knows the words.â
âThatâs so true. So, you got a plan?â
âOh, for sure. Iâm going with How To Save A Life.â
âOooh, thatâs a good choice,â Chanse says. âI was thinking about doing Over My Head, but honestly, it kind of hurts my vocal cords.â
âYeah, artificial rasp sucks.â
âWhat about you, Ange? You going down the rock route also?â
âIâm definitely thinking about it,â Angela replies. âI have a couple of songs in mind, so Iâm gonna go off of vibes.â
âGo off of vibes for what?â Courtney asks as she walks over with Amanda.
âMy song. I havenât decided on it yet.â
âOh, I havenât either,â Amanda says. âI feel like I should do something recent, but I donât know what.â
âOh, what about Hot To Go?â Angela suggests. âGod knows youâve sung that in the shower enough times to have the lyrics down.â
âHow do you know that?!â
âYour husband may or may not have cursed me out for introducing you to Chappell Roan. He said he likes her music, but not when itâs the same song on repeat for four days.â
âIt was not four days,â Amanda says incredulously.
âAnyways,â Courtney interrupts, stopping the spiral thatâs about to happen. âWe should grab another round of drinks before we kick things off. Theyâre gonna start letting fans in soon.â
Before you can tell the blonde that you are staying sober, she turns to the bartender and orders five shots. You look over at Angela, trying to figure out what to do, but she looks just as lost. The drinks arrive and Courtney passes them out to everyone, but before she can get you guys to all do the shot together, she gets called away by Shayne.
âOh, thank God,â you say, handing your shot to Chanse. âHere you go, buddy.â
âThanks!â Chanse says, downing the two shots like theyâre water. âFuck, I love tequila.â
âThat mightâve been a mistake,â you mutter, turning to look at your girlfriend.
âEh, heâll be fine,â Angela says, placing her still full shot glass on the bar. âIâve seen him go shot for shot with a 6 foot 4, 250 pound Irish guy and win.â
âIâm pretty sure he cheated,â Amanda says. âIâll look after him, donât worry.â
âThanks,â you say, before turning your attention to your girlfriend. âYou can drink, you know. I donât mind.â
âI meant what I said last night,â Angela says softly. âYouâre sober, Iâm sober.â
âAwww, you guys are so sweet,â Amanda say with a smile. âBut you may want to tone it down a little, theyâre starting to let fans in and we donât want to blow this thing at the 11th hour.â
Sure enough, when you look over to the door that leads to the inside section of the bar, there are people streaming through it. It only takes five minutes for the venue to fill up, and soon enough, thereâs a line for the bar that wraps around almost the entire patio. A couple of fans push their way between you and Amanda, and you find yourself self anxiously reaching for Angelaâs hand as youâre pushed back into her.
âYou okay?â Angela asks, taking your hand and shift to conceal the action.
âYeah,â you say, breathing out a sigh of relief. âIâm okay.â
âLook, thereâs security everywhere, so if anybody makes you uncomfortable, tell them. Donât take any chances.â
âI wonât.â
âGood.â
Angela leans in and leaves a quick kiss on the back of your neck, then squeezes your hand once before dropping it. As much as you wish you could continue holding hands, you know that the risk of getting caught in a crowd this big is just too high, and Amanda is right. You definitely donât want to blow tomorrowâs surprise at the last minute. Before you have the chance to get anxious for a whole different reason, the sound of a mic being tapped grabs your attention.
âHello, everyone, and welcome to Karaoke with Smosh,â Ian says from the stage. âHow is everyone doing tonight?â The crowd roars.. âTonight we are going to have some cast members performing songs for you, and once weâve all gone, weâre going to open up the mic to you. How does that sound?â The crowd cheers again, and they get even louder when Anthony comes on stage with his own mic. âAlright, letâs kick things off.â
The opening notes of Submissive and Breedable play, and soon, everyone is singing along to the Smosh original. Ian and Anthony alternate taking over bbno$âs parts, absolutely killing the chorus as well as their own verses. When the song comes to an end, Courtney gets up on stage and absolutely kills it Working For The Weekend.
As more and more of your castmates take the stage and perform, you and Angela find yourselves moving closer and closer, until youâre front and center. Chanse and Amanda end up joining you, and soon, youâre jumping around to the music and having the absolute time of your lives. After Tommy and Shayne perform, and Spencer takes the stage, you head over to the stairs to wait for your turn.
âHow are you doing?â Ian asks as he comes to stand beside you.
âIâm good,â you reply, looking over at your boss. âThanks for checking in.â
âOf course. Just make sure you stay hydrated, yeah? Itâs hot.â
âIâll grab some water from the bar after I sing.â
âGood. Break a leg up there.â
You nod in thanks and then turn your attention back up to the stage. Spencer had just finished his song, and is now walking towards you with the mic. He holds it out for you and you take it, giving him a grateful smile before walking up the stairs and taking the stage. As the music starts, you let your instincts take over and just start performing. Honestly, you black out a little bit, but it goes well and you leave the stage to a massive round of applause.
âThat was amazing,â Amanda says as you hand the mic off to her. âYou absolutely killed that song.â
âThanks,â you reply. âI might have blacked out a bit.â
âIs it really a performance if youâre fully conscious?â Amanda winks as she starts to climb up the stairs. âAnge is at the bar ordering you a drink, by the way.â
You chuckle at the comment about performances, then head to the bar to find your girlfriend. It takes a minute to weave your way through the thick crowd, but eventually you find Angela standing off to one side with two glasses of cold water in her hands. A smile pulls at your lips as you walk over to her, and she holds out one of the drinks for you. You take it gratefully, immediately taking a few refreshing sips.
âYouâre a lifesaver,â you say, wiping excess water from your top lip. âI canât believe how thirsty singing one song made me.â
âConsidering the way you crushed it, Iâm not surprised,â Angela replies. âYou did so fucking good.â
âThank you. I canât wait to watch you perform.â
âAnd I canât wait to sing for you.â
âDid you choose a song?â you ask.
âI did,â Angela confirms with a nod. âAnd I think youâre gonna love it. Just know that I mean every word.â
Before you can respond, Angela winks and then sets her now empty glass of water down on the bar, before making her way up to the stage. Chanse is just finishing up, and before you know it, your girlfriend is taking the mic from him and bounding up the stairs. As she takes her place at center stage, the first notes of the song play. You recognize it immediately, and your heart pounds in your chest as Angela starts to sing.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Where a moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
Don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna to fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Trying and failing to keep the emotion out of your voice, you start to sing along. Having your girlfriend sing this to you, of all songs, means so much. Itâs been one of your favorites ever since you can remember, and itâs on the short list to be the first dance song at your wedding. As Angela starts the second verse, she looks over to where youâre standing and smiles. You can see the tears shining in her eyes, and that pushes you over the edge.
Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
And I just wanna stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna to fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
As you continue to sing along, you feel a tear run down your cheek. You hastily wipe it away, afraid that someone will see it and connect dots you donât want them to connect yet. Just sixteen more hours. Sixteen more hours, and you can tell the world that the amazing girl on stage right now is the love of your life and the mother of your child. As you smile at the though, your girlfriend looks away and starts the last verse.
I don't wanna miss one smile
And I don't wanna miss one kiss
And I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
And I just wanna hold you close
I feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep, yeah
And I don't wanna miss a thing
The song comes slowly to a close, and you find yourself wiping more wetness from your eyes. On the bright side, no one is paying attention to you, their eyes all glued on the stage where your girlfriend is taking a bow. You smile, watching as she walks off the stage and hands the off to Ian, who makes the announcement that the mic is open. As fans start to line up, Angela comes walking over to her, a shy smile on her face.
âSo, what did you think?â she asks.
âI loved it,â you say softly, leaning in so that nobody else can hear what youâre saying. âI love you.â
âI love you, too. Letâs get you some more water, yeah?â
With a nod in agreement, you follow Angela over to the bar. Someone immediately comes over and takes your order, and in less than two minutes, you have another ice cold water in your hands. You donât hesitate to drink it, sighing as the cool liquid quenches the thirst that had built during your girlfriendâs performance. After finishing the glass, you set it down on the bar, and as you wipe the excess moisture from your mouth, you let out an unexpected yawn.
âAre you okay?â Angela asks, her lips pulled down into a pout.
âYeah, Iâm okay,â you reply. âJust tired.â
âIâm gonna go talk to Ian and see if we can head out. Weâve done our performances, and weâll still have more than enough people here to fulfill the contract if we go.â
âThatâs a good idea. Heading back to the hotel sounds amazing right about now.â
âOkay. Iâll be back in two minutes, yeah?â
âOkay.â
You watch Angela as she walks away, disappearing in the direction that she had last seen your boss. A sigh escapes your lips as you move closer to the bar, leaning against it to relieve the ache in your feet from a day spent on them. While you wait for your girlfriend to come back, you turn your attention up to the stage to watch. The person performing right now isnât half bad, but they could have done a lot better on the song choice.
âNot a fan of Sabrina Carpenter?â a voice with a British accent says from beside you.
âItâs not that,â you say, turning to look at the person who spoke to you and seeing a tall woman with dark hair and immaculate cheek bones. âI just donât think her work pairs well with this singerâs voice.â
âMmm, Iâd have to agree. My name is Lily.â
âY/N.â
âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Y/N,â Lily says, a smile pulling at her lips. âI have to say, your performance was stunning.â
âOh, thank you!â
âOf course. Youâre very talented. Iâm actually a big fan. I wanted to get a picture with you earlier, but my workshop ended up running long.â
âOh, so youâre a creator too?â you ask.
âYeah, I mostly post workout routines and such, but Iâve been branching out into fashion a little bit as well.â
âIâll have to check out your channel. Iâm always looking for new stuff to do in the gym.â
âHonestly, I donât think you need my help,â Lily says, looking you up and down. âYou look fantastic.â
âOh, thatâs so ni-â
âHey, Ian says weâre good to go,â Angela interrupts, sliding in next to you.
âThank God,â you say, breathing out a sigh of relief as you turn to look at your girlfriend. âAre we gonna make the rounds, say goodbye to everyone?â
âNah, I saw Chanse and Amanda on my way back over and let them know we were heading out. Theyâll spread the message if anyone is looking for us.â
âCool, so weâre in the clear?â
âWe are in the clear,â Angela confirms.
âGood,â you reply before turning your attention back to Lily. âWould you like to get a picture before I head out? I know you said you didnât get one earlier.â
âThat would be amazing,â the woman says, pulling out her phone. âThank you.â
âOf course!â
After posing for a quick selfie, you say goodbye to who you hope is going to end up a new friend before heading towards the exit with Angela. She walks silently beside you, pausing only to thank the event coordinator as you pass her on the way out. When you get to the elevator, she hits the button for the ground level, and you climb inside. As the doors close, you look over at her to see that sheâs clenching her jaw, her eyes focused on the floor indicator.
âAre you okay?â you ask softly, reaching over to take your girlfriendâs hand.
âYeah,â Angela says, taking a deep breath in before sighing. âItâs nothing.â
âItâs not nothing, baby. Talk to me.â
âThat girl was flirting with you.â
âWhat?â
âThat girl, at the bar. She was flirting. With the compliments and the subtly moving closer and the fuck me eyes.â
âWait,â you say, slowly starting to understand. âAre youâŠjealous?â
âNo,â Angela scoffs, though sheâs blushing. âIâm not jealous, itâs justâŠyouâre mine.â
âYou do know that I wasnât flirting back, right?â
âI know, itâs justâŠI hate that people that itâs okay to flirt with you, that youâre on the market.â
âIt wonât be that way for much longer,â you say reassuringly. âThis time tomorrow, weâll have officially gone public. Until then, I guess youâll just have to make me yours in private.â
âOh, that I can do, love.â
Less than ten minutes later, you find yourself having barely enough time to kick off your shoes before youâre being gently but firmly pressed against the wall in the foyer of your hotel room. One of Angelaâs hands is wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you closer, while the other is gripping tightly onto your waist as she kisses you with fervor. You moan as her tongue swipes across the seam of your mouth, and your lips part to grant her entrance.
âFuck, baby,â you moan as Angela pulls away to mouth at your neck. âBed. Now.â
Never one to deny your request, your girlfriend moves her hands to the backs of you thighs and scoops you up, carrying you into the bedroom and placing you gently against the sheets. You scoot up the bed until your back hits the pillows, and watch as Angela climbs up with you, stopping when sheâs straddling you. She looks down at you, her eyes filled with pure desire, and runs her fingers along the bottom hem of your shirt.
You sit up, never breaking eye contact with your girlfriend, and slowly lift the tee over your head, discarding it to some random spot on the floor. Her breath hitches as she takes you in, and soon she reaching forward to undo the clasp of your bra. As soon as that is out of the way, you start returning the favor, slowly undoing the buttons of her collared shirt before practically yanking her sports bra over her head.
âFuck,â you murmur, taking in the sight in front of you.
âLike what you see?â Angela asks, smirking.
âDefinitely. But I wanna see more.â
âThat can be arranged.â
Angela sits back on her heels and slowly undoes her belt buckle, pulling it through the loops of her jeans as she looks deeply into your eyes. Once itâs off and thrown elsewhere, she slowly pops open the button before pulling down the zipper. Itâs then that you get a good look at her bulge, the tightness of her jeans having kept it contained for the most part. You lick your lips as you sit up, using your right hand to pull her in for a kiss while your other goes to her cock.
âJesus,â Angela breathes out, squeezing her eyes shut. âI always forget how good your hands feel.â
âYeah?â you say with a smirk. âI know something that feels a hell of a lot better.â
âMmmm, please. Wanna be inside you.â
âI want you inside me too, baby. Come here.â
As you pull Angela in for another kiss, you lay back so that itâll be easier to get the rest of your clothes off. You start with your girlfriendâs jeans, pushing them down as you get lost in her lips and the movement of her tongue. It takes a minute to get them completely off, but her boxers are easy, and then itâs your turn. In her haste to get to the good part, Angela pulls your pants and underwear off at the same time.
âAre you ready?â your girlfriend asks softly.
In lieu of giving a response, you take Angelaâs hand and put it between your thighs, allowing her to feel how soaked you are. Her eyes immediately squeeze shut at the contact, a choked moan escaping from her lips. You smirk, but itâs wiped off of your face when she runs her fingers up you slit, circling you clit slowly. She repeats the motion a few more times before dipping two fingers into you, only to pull them out immediately.
âWhat are you-â
You cut yourself off with a gasp as you feel Angela run the tip of her cock over your entrance, and the youâre moaning as she slowly pushes into you. She pauses as she bottoms out, pulling herself up slightly so she can look into your eyes. The intensity of her gaze sends a jolt of arousal straight to your core, and you end up clenching around her unintentionally. This caused your girlfriend to buck into you, and from there, you start a slow pace.
âFuck, I love being able to feel you around me,â Angela moans.
âMe too,â you say, gasping as she hits just the right spot. âYou feel so good, baby. So fucking good.â
As Angela starts to thrust harder and deeper, you feel the telltale sign of your orgasm building in your core. The burn is starting to radiate out farther and farther, licking up to stomach and down your thighs until it finally explodes outwards and envelops your entire body. Your back arches and your thighs shake as they try to clamp shut, only to be stopped by the body in between them.
âFuck,â you whine as you finally find your voice. âFuck, Angela.â
âYes,â Angela moans. âSay my name, baby. Say my name.â
âAngela, fuck. God, I love you.â
âFuck, Iâm-â
A deep moan rips from Angelaâs throat as her hips stutter and then still as she buries herself deep inside you. The feeling of her release sends you into an unexpected orgasm, and you wind up crying out her name so loudly that youâre sure everybody on the floor heard you. As you slowly come down from your high, you lean up into your girlfriend, pressing lazy kisses against her collarbone and neck.
âOh my God,â Angela says, her breathing uneven. âThat wasâŠfuck, how are we ever gonna go back to using condoms?â
âI have no idea,â you reply, sighing in contentment. âMaybe Iâll just have to get a birth control implant.â
âWe can talk to your doctor about it after the babyâs born. For now, letâs just enjoy fucking raw with no consequences.â
âUhm, I donât know if youâve forgotten, but there certainly is a consequence.â
âThat doesnât count. We used a condom.â
âThat broke because it was from the fucking Ming Dynasty.â
âIt was not that old,â Angela says, blushing furiously. âIt was only a month past its expiration date.â
âAnd what did we learn from that?â you ask, raising an eyebrow.
âAn expiration date is not a suggestion, itâs a promise.â
âCorrect.â
âAre you done teasing me now?â
âYes.â
âGood,â Angela says, her pout softening. âLetâs take a quick shower to clean up and then get into bed for the night. I wanna cuddle you to sleep.â
âThat sounds amazing.â
â
The next morning, after spending an hour getting ready and hardly being able to eat any breakfast due to your nerves, you finally find yourself taking the stage for the live panel. As you take your seat on the couch between Angela and Chanse, you look out at the audience to see an entirely full house. Thereâs not one empty seat that you can see, barring the few in the front row that are reserved for the people working.
As the rest of the cast takes their seats, the applause that had started when Smosh was announced starts to die down. You keep looking around, trying to focus on anything but what you know is going to happen in less than an hour, before finally deciding to just turn your attention to Shayne. Your castmate is sitting center stage in his own chair, fiddling with the iPad as he waits for the cue to start. As soon as he get the all clear, he begins.
âWelcome, to a live reading of Reddit stories. I am your host, Shayne, and today we are going to be looking at some confessions from our very own. Letâs get started. Am I the asshole for eating the last pack of ramen?â
Having something to focus your mind on calms your nerves a little bit, and as the story goes on, you find yourself relaxing farther back into the couch. As you start to be able to concentrate more, you find yourself enthralled in figuring out who had confessed to something that would surely have devastated a few people in the office. By the time Shayne gets to the end of the story, you have a guess in your mind, but youâre completely surprised when itâs wrong.
The next three Reddit posts pass by in a breeze, though you are never able to successfully guess who submitted them. Two of them were posted by crew members that you donât have the pleasure of working with often, but you should have admittedly guessed the one that Trevor had posted. As conversation dies down following Erin Kuschnerâs submission, your heart rate starts to rise as Shayne begins to read the final submission.
Am I the asshole for keeping a secret from my co-workers?
I (27f) and my partner (31f) have been been keeping a secret from our coworkers for the past three months. It all started when we were dragged to a club after work on a friday. I wonât go into details, but drinks were had and mistakes were made. My partner, who was a friend at the time, and I ended up going home together. Six weeks, a missed period, and two tests later, I found out I was pregnant.
After informing my partner, we had a long discussion about our relationship and what we wanted out of the pregnancy. Ultimately, we agreed to keep the news to ourselves, barring the two people who had already found out about it.
So, am I the asshole for keeping a secret from my co-workers?
âHoly shit,â Shayne says, his eyes wide.
âWhoever this is has skill,â Olivia says. âKeeping a secret like that, and for three months? I could never.â
âAnd announcing it here?â Courtney adds. âThat takes fucking balls.â
âBut it is such as Smosh thing to do,â Tommy says. âAnnouncing a pregnancy by writing a Reddit post is kind of iconic.â
âSo what are we thinking on the verdict?â Shayne asks as he looks around.
âNot the asshole, for sure,â Courtney says. âEverybody has the right to privacy, especially when itâs something like this. Would I have liked to know? Yes. But ultimately, itâs up to OP to decide what they want to share and when.â
âI totally agree,â Amanda says. âHaving a kid is so personal, and a lot of times, people donât tell their friends and family until theyâre three months along anyways. Whether they were afraid to jinx anything or just wanted to stay in their little bubble of happiness for a long as possible, it was their choice, and personally, I would have done the same. Not the asshole.â
âOkay, so Courtney and Amanda are both voting not the asshole,â Shayne says, looking around the rest of the stage. âIs there anyone who thinks that OP is the asshole?â
âNo way,â Damien says, earning nods of agreement from the rest of the cast. âThis was a personal decision that OP and their partner made and agreed on together, and keeping the secret didnât harm anybody.â
âAgreed,â Chanse says. âWhile it sucks to be kept in the dark, this is definitely isnât something that I would be mad at.â
âOkay, so weâre all in agreement, OP is not the asshole,â Shayne says, looking down at his iPad and then back up. âAny guesses on who submitted this absolutely fucking wild story?â
âI donât even have a guess,â Keith says, looking around the cast before turning off stage to the crew. âNobody here even looks pregnant.â
âIt has to be a crew member, right?â Arasha says. âWe wouldâve noticed if it was someone in the cast.â
âIâm just as in the dark as you guys,â Shayne says with a shrug of is shoulders. âAny other guesses?â When nobody says anything, he continues. âSo, would the cast or crew member who submitted this story please raise their hand.â
Feeling your heart pounding in your chest, you slowly sit up straighter in your seat and then lift your hand above your head. You watch Shayneâs jaw drop, and Arasha sits so far forward in her chair that she almost falls off. Laughing, you look over at Angela, and she raises her hand as well. A collective gasp from the audience as well as most of the cast echoes through the room.
âWhat?!â Keith nearly yells. âYou two?â
âI fucking knew it!â Courtney shouts, standing up. âI knew there was something going on with you, I just couldnât figure out what. Now your change in style makes so much sense.â
âYeah, I couldnât exactly walk around in skinny jeans and tight t-shirts anymore,â you say jokingly. âMy bump wouldâve been too obvious.â
âSo youâre having a baby?â Shayne says excitedly, before looking over at your girlfriend. âAnd youâre the father?â
âYep,â Angela says, smirking. âJust call me Daddy.â
âAbsolutely not,â you say, a look of horror written all over your face.
âWhat, not a fan of that term?â Chanse asks teasingly.
âDefinitely not. It gives me the ick. Big time.â
âThen we wonât use it,â Angela says, leaning in for a soft kiss. âBut if our kid calls me Dada, youâre gonna have to suck it up.â
âOur kid can call you whatever they want,â you say.
âI canât believe youâre having a baby!â Courtney says, rushing over and throwing her arms around you and Angela. âIâm so happy for you guys.â
âThanks, Court.â
âWait, so when did this happen?â Olivia asks.
âThat is definitely not a conversation for here,â Angela says, blushing. âWeâll spill all the tea later.â
âYou better believe weâll hold you to that,â Arasha replies.
Could you possibly recommend some WN fics you like? I'm in my "missing them hours" but am terrible at finding fics. Thanks in advance <3 (also, absolutely your art)
This by no means is a complete list but just some that I have on hand
teach me to love, as you have loved me by @/birgittesilverbae holds a special place in my heart
who needs comfortable love by @/the-ominous-owl
the bittersweet between my teeth by @/simplykorra
do a flip by @/sunsafewriting
pull back the curtain for venus by @/seabiscuits-us
holy ('til you let me go) by @/omomoification
come back (even as a shadow, even as a dream) by @/karatam
by such slight ligaments are we bound by @/daisychainsandbowties
choose the devil I know (over the heaven I donât) by @/sapphicstacks
oh, there's a river that winds on forever (i'm gonna see where it leads) by zefrumiousbandersnatch
propose (now am found) by @/jtl07
the planets & fates & all the stars aligned (i couldnât lose) by @/possibilistfanfiction
Hey, you reblogged that AI post and I was surprised to see something so mean on your blog. "If you cant write unassisted, fuck you, youre a disgrace to the community." Is that really something you want on your blog?
Just in case this isn't a spam message:
Posting AI-generated content to a platform intended to be an archive for writers is not appropriate use of the platform. On a platform intended for human creation, it is rude and inappropriate to clog search results with AI-produced content which often plagiarizes the work of human authors.
Use of generative AI is also horrible for our environment, leading to massive waste of fossil fuel energy and water. We should not be doing damage to our planet for the sake of generating (robot-produced, often plagiarized) fiction, especially when the joy of fiction comes from the creation and emotion of real people.
Rather than giving a prompt to a generative AI, people should consider attempting to write their own work, or asking another writer from the fandom if they would be interested in writing it. Anyone who is capable of typing a prompt into ChatGPT is capable of writing a story. The first attempts may not be amazing, but that is true of any skill, and anyone can improve with time and practice - and while ChatGPT may give you big returns in your time, it doesn't give you practice, growth, or creativity, which is where the joy of writing should come from.
To add to this, generative AI isn't an assistant for disability. Something that assists you helps you complete a task. You do the task yourself, the thing assisting you just helps you manage parts that aren't possible for you. Assisted writing could be using dictation, using a screen reader, relying on a spellchecker, typing instead of writing by hand, etc.
You aren't doing the writing yourself if you use generative AI. You're offering up a single sentence and asking a machine to steal the hard work of others so you don't have to actually write anything. The hard work you steal may well belong to people who actually need assistance with writing, and absolutely will not appreciate seeing the struggles they overcame being turned into slop for others to claim as their own.
Enjoy the creative process. Be part of the creative process. Don't become reliant on AI to the point where you can't think, create or act for yourself. This is why AI isn't an assistant. It takes independence and from you, instead of helping you realise it. It convinces you that you can't do things, instead of helping you try. It tells you to just leave it all to the machines and don't bother yourself with the fun (and struggles) of creating.
Generative AI generates content. That means the person using it isn't doing the work themselves. And that means it isn't a tool, it's a bypass. And it's a bypass used by lazy, entitled people who are more interested in "content" than in telling a good story. People who want headpats for being "creative" when they're so unoriginal they can't even do the work themselves.
Spellcheck, voice-to-print, screen readers, etc. aren't "AI," they're tools. They are what writers use to help capture their stories that they wrote. The writer does all the real work of creating and then uses tools to assist them in getting it down properly. Folks who try to lump it all together with shit like chatgpt are deliberately arguing in bad faith so that they can their machine-generated bullshit behind real tools that actually help.
I have officially written part two of Unplanned. I plan (haha) to post it by the end of the week, but I want to finish the other thing that I am writing first so that I have something else ready to go. I currently have outlined two additional parts for Unplanned, but I haven't started writing either of them and I probably won't for another month. Just wanted to give everyone a quick update on where I am with my writing, and what you can expect to come out soon.
i have been good to you (instead of making it worse) - part 3/3
pairing:Â ava/beatrice
rating: E
chapter word count: 6â,177
summary: a follow up to my hospital/doctor!ava au - with a very late final chapter
oof sorry this took so long to get out, i'm sure most of you don't even remember this follow up fic but mental health issues slowed me down for a bit, but we've righted the ship and i wanted to wrap it up
doctor ava is extremely special to me, and i think we don't explore ava's backstory enough as a fandom so...here's me giving her a little something.
Man I miss Warrior Nun what other show is gonna have a scene of a lesbian nun killing a bunch of men who are between her and her beloved while an apocalyptic version of Ave Maria plays
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Warrior Nun (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sister Beatrice/Ava Silva, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Sister Lilith (Warrior Nun), Sister Camila (Warrior Nun), Shotgun Mary (Warrior Nun), Shannon Masters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Found Family, Vacation, Smut, essentially, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Ava Sucks At Directions, Mary and Beatrice Are Weak For Their Girlfriends, G!P Beatrice
Series: Part 1 of Avatrice GP Smut
Summary:
Ava and Beatrice find themselves on vacation at the Villumbrosia cabin, leading to a long weekend of fun with their friendsâŠand each other.
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This work DOES have GP smut. If that isnât your thing, donât read it. You have been warned.
hey! I hope you are doing well<3 just wanted to let you know that I am absolutely OBSESSED with your angela x reader fics. your writing and storytelling is SO good, your fics are easily the best angela x reader out there that I have read. you really have a talent. cannot wait to read anything else you put out! wishing you wellđ«¶
Thank you! I've actually had a lot of writing experience over the past few years. I write on AO3 (for different fandoms and under a different user name).
I'm glad that you enjoy my writing! I'm trying to find more time to get stuff out, but honestly my current inspiration has been in another fandom, so I've been writing for that. I do have a couple more ideas though, so I know I'll make my way back over here soon!
Summary: After two years of dating but being apart from most of it, you move to LA just in time to surprise Angela for the holidays
A/N: Here's to me actually getting this out on time, unlike anything I've written this year. This is for @thesixthimmortal. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope everyone has a happy holidays.
Being an actress has always been your dream. You can distinctly remember the moment where you made up your mind, no more than four years old, telling your parents that you were going to be on TV one day. And you would be. You have been. For the better part of the last five years, youâve been starring in one of the most popular TV shows to air in the US. The only problem is, being an actress isnât what youâve been dreaming about lately.
Two years ago, on a summer long filming break, you ended up in Los Angeles. Cliche, you know, but it had just seemed like the place to be at the time. Thatâs where you met Angela, a fellow actor and comedian who had caught your eye at a networking event. She had approached you first, much more confident than you are, but from the moment you started talking, you had never felt more seen.
Never having felt like that before, you decided to do something completely uncharacteristic and give Angela your number. It was an olive branch, one that you half expected her not to use, but she texted you the next day and everything just took off. You went from texting to facetiming to hanging out in person every chance you got in the span of two weeks, and at the end of week three, she asked you out on a date. Of course, you said yes.
The rest of that summer was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Being with Angela was refreshing, it made you feel like you mattered for more than what you could do on a screen. She made you happy, happier than youâd ever been. By the time fall was right around the corner and September was knocking on your door, you knew you were in love with her, and that made leaving so much harder.
Going back to New York that first year was the hardest thing youâve ever done. Being back on set, away from your girlfriend, just felt so wrong. It felt like you were suddenly missing a part of yourself, like half of you stayed in LA when you left. The texts and the phone calls were barely enough, but somehow you made it through filming the whole season without just up and quitting.
As soon as you wrapped, you hopped on a plane back to LA. Getting to see Angela again after seven months away was like coming home, and it was then that you realized that she was the one. Every moment you spent together from then on, you found yourself wondering what it would be like to wake up by her side every morning, and fall asleep with her every night. Slowly but surely, your dream started to change, and you knew it was time to make a decision.
Getting out of your contract was tough, but your agency had gone to bat for you and made sure that a fair deal was struck. You had agreed to stay on for eight additional episodes, and in return, they agreed to release you from your contract early. As much as you hated that you had to go back at all, you knew that this deal was best for everyone. It gave the writers time to wrap up your characterâs arc, and you time to get everything ready on your end.
When the summer came to an end, you left again, but this time you knew youâd be home sooner than expected. At first, you had wanted to tell Angela that you were leaving your show and moving to LA right away, but the producers had made you sign an NDA so that they could announce your departure on their terms.
Keeping the secret to yourself had been hard at first, but the longer you were away, the more you saw it as an opportunity to surprise Angela. After all, you were supposed to finish filming two weeks before Christmas, and you think that you moving to LA would be one hell of a present. So, you started planning.
In the span of a little over two months, you found an apartment downtown and rented it, canceled the lease on your New York apartment and packed up, shipped all of your stuff to LA, hired people to set up your new apartment for you, and filmed half a season of a TV show. By the end of it, you were exhausted, but it was so, so worth it.
Now, youâre on a plane back to LA, anxiously tapping your foot as you run through the plan in your head one last time. As soon as you land, a driver that your management has commissioned will pick you up and drive you over to your apartment so that you can drop your stuff off. Then, youâre going to get right back into the car and head over to the Smosh studio to surprise your girlfriend at work. Everything is all set up, itâs all about the execution now.
As soon as the plane lands, you deboard and head out to the Arrivals Pick Up area. There are a couple of photographers camped out by the doors, and when they notice you, they start snapping pictures. A couple even yell a few questions at you, but you just ignore them, heading straight out the exit and to the dark colored SUV that is waiting. The driver takes your bags and puts them in the trunk as you hop into the back seat, and soon enough, youâre on your way.
The trip to your apartment is quick, with you literally just retrieving your key from the building manager and chucking your stuff inside. As soon as youâve locked up, you head back to the car and give your driver the address you want him to drop you off at. It takes a little bit longer to get to your destination this time, as the Smosh studio is on the outskirts of the city. As you pull through the front gate, you take out your phone to send a quick text.
Y/N: Iâm out front.
Amanda: Coming to let you in now! Canât wait to see you!
Angelaâs best friend texts you back immediately, and you smile at her enthusiasm. While you havenât had the most time to get to know each other, youâve hung out a few times and your girlfriend talks about her a lot. Enough for you to know that sheâs a great person and someone who you eventually want to call your friend as well.
When the car stops in front of the studio, your driver hops out of the car and opens your door for you. You give him a smile and a nod in thanks before taking out your phone and Venmoing him a decent sized tip. As you go to slip your cell back into your pocket, the studio door opens, and you look up to see Amanda walking out. She gives you a huge smile and immediately comes over to wrap her arms around you.
âItâs so good to see you,â Amanda says.
âYou too,â you say, hugging the woman back. âHow have you been?â
âOh, you know me. Busy, busy, but I have no complaints. You?â
âThings are starting to look up.â
âThatâs good,â Amanda says with a smile. âCome on, letâs head inside. Ange should be wrapping up her shoot in a few minutes.â
âGreat!â you say.
You follow Amanda inside, letting your eyes wander as you pass through what seems to be the offices before heading into the common area. There are some crew members bustling around, bringing props from one set to another, and a couple of cast members that you recognize hanging out on some couches. Tommy and Shayne seem to be watching a video on one of their phones together, while Courtney and Arasha are going over the rules of some board game.
Amanda leads you over to the free couch in the cluster, and you sit down, sinking into the comfortable cushions. You let out a sigh of contentment, deciding that youâd be happy to close your eyes for a couple of minutes before Angela is done filming, but before you can, a squeal of excitement comes from the couch across from you.
âY/N!â Courtney says excitedly. âYouâre here!â
âI am,â you say with a smile.
âI canât believe Angela didnât tell us you were coming,â Shayne says.
âYeah, about thatâŠshe kind of doesnât know.â
âOooh, a surprise?!â Courtney says. âI love it.â
âI just hope she does too,â you say, almost under your breath.
âWell not for much longer!â Amanda says with excitement. âChanse just texted me that they just finished their shoot and are heading over here now.â
As soon as Amanda finishes, you hear a pair of voices start echoing from behind one of the stage doors. You can already tell just by the pitch that one of them is Angela, and by extension you can guess that the other one is Chanse. Judging by the tone, theyâre arguing about something, but it seems more like a playful disagreement than anything. As the door opens and they both step out, you are able to pick up their conversation.
â...just saying that there is no reason you canât come out with us tonight,â Chanse says.
âYes, there is,â Angela says. âI donât want to. All I wanna do is go home, climb into my bed, and facetime my girlfriend.â
âI think Iâve got something a little better than facetime,â Amanda says, smirking.
âWha-â Angela cuts herself off as she looks up and your eyes lock. âY/N?â
âHey, baby,â you say.
Before you can even react, your girlfriend is throwing herself into your arms, and you find yourself spinning with her momentum so she doesnât send you both toppling over. You laugh as you wrap your arms around her, burying your face in the crook of her neck and drinking in the sweet scent of home that you havenât smelled in almost three months.
âYouâre here,â Angela breathes into your shoulder.
âI am,â you reply softly.
âFuck, this is amazing. I missed you so much.â
âI missed you, too.â
âHow long are you here for?â Angela asks, pulling away from the hug.
âIâm not sure yet,â you say, trying not to cringe at your lie as you take a step back. âI at least have through Christmas, though.â
âSo we can have our first Christmas together?â
âIf youâll have me.â
âHow is that even a question?â Angela says, a huge smile on her face. âIf you think you arenât staying with me while youâre here, youâre insane.â
âYou want me to stay with you?â
âAbsolutely. I donât want to spend a second away from you while I have you here.â
âThen you donât have to,â you say softly.
âGood. Now, before we head out, do you want a tour?â
âYes, please!â
âCool,â Angela says happily, before turning to her castmates. âSee you guys later?â
âYeah, see ya,â Shayne acknowledges.
âBye,â Courtney says cheerfully. âIt was good to see you, Y/N.â
âBye, guys!â Amanda adds.
âSee you tomorrow,â Arasha says.
Angela and Chanse say goodbye with a complex handshake, and he gives you a nod before your girlfriend grabs your hand and pulls you off in the direction of the sets. She brings you through each of them slowly, taking the time to tell you funny stories from behind the scenes. Thereâs the TNTL bit about the election that got cut, and the time she got so excited about an update on Reddit stories that she almost tipped over the couch.
As you walk through the Culinary Crimes set, Angela tells you about the Thanksgiving episode that they did this year, where not one of the dishes was bad. You end up stopping for a minute on the Games set, where she shows you all of the video games that sheâs been forced to play over the past two years.
The last set Angela brings you through is the podcast set, which is all prepped and ready for filming. She ends up telling you about her âHam Cakeâ sketch and the many live streams that theyâve done in here, as well as showing you all of the holes in the back wall from the various darts videos that theyâve made.
After she finishes showing you all of the sets, Angela brings you out into the prop area for a brief look around, and then heads through the kitchen and lunch area. This brings you back to the offices, where she shows you her desk. You think that the tour is going to end there, but soon she grabs your hand again and starts leading you farther down the hall. She ends up stopping in front of a door, pushing it open for you to see inside.
âAnd this is the Crying Bathroom,â Angela says. âItâs the only place where anyone can get any privacy around here.â
âSo this is where Tommy spends ninety percent of his time,â you joke, stepping into the bathroom.
âIt is.â You hear the door shut behind you, and you turn to see your girlfriend locking it with a devilish smirk on her face. âItâs also where Iâm going to fuck you for the first time in three months. Is that okay?â
âFuck yes.â
Not wanting to give yourself time to change your mind, because this is your girlfriendâs place of work and is probably not the most sanitary place to have sex, you push Angela back into the door and connect your lips in a bruising kiss. She lets you set the pace for a minute, but she soon loses patience and you find yourself being spun around and pinned in place, your back hitting the oak with a thud.
You moan at the show of dominance, but the sound is swallowed by Angelaâs mouth as she pushes her body against yours for full contact. As you kiss, you feel her start to trace her hands up and down your sides, letting her fingers brush up against the sliver of skin thatâs peeking out between your jeans and your t-shirt. After a minute of torturous contact, you pull back with the little room that you have and pull your shirt off and toss it to the side.
Angela doesnât waste a second in moving her lips down to your neck, then your collarbone, and then to the center of your chest. She teasingly brushes them along your naval, and you find yourself tangling your fingers in her hair to try and get her to speed up. It works, because the next thing you know, your bra is on the floor and your girlfriend has her lips wrapped around a nipple.
âOh, fuck,â you moan. âGod, yes!â
As Angela lavishes your chest, you find yourself grinding down on the thigh that she has strategically wedged between your legs. The pleasure is welling up fast, coming in tiny bursts that feel like mini supernovas bursting in your stomach. Just as you start to feel the dizzying edge approach, your girlfriend pulls back from your nipple, releasing it with a tug, and slowly gets down on her knees.
âCan I?â Angela asks, her voice on the edge of begging.
âPlease,â you say, nodding rapidly.
Taking the given consent eagerly, Angela undoes the button of your jeans and slides down the zipper before pulling them down to your ankles with your underwear. She canât get them past your shoes, so you carefully kick those off before she pulls your pants the rest of the way off and tosses them to the side with your other clothes. Itâs then that you realize that sheâs still fully dressed, but before you have time to process that, you end up getting distracted by her throwing your left leg over her shoulder.
Angela drags her tongue up from your entrance to your clit, circling around it skillfully before moving back down and dipping it inside of you. A loud moan escapes your lips, and you quickly bring one hand up to muffle yourself while the other one goes down to tangle in your girlfriendâs hair again. When she moves back up and sucks on your clit, you bite down hard as you try to fight the waves of pleasure already threatening to consume you.
Despite your best efforts, it only takes a few more flicks and another hard suck to have you tumbling over the edge. Angela holds you steady as your muscles tense and your legs shake, her tongue never stopping until she feels you start to relax. Once sheâs sure your legs will hold you again, she puts your left one back on the floor and stands up. You donât hesitate to pull her into a kiss, moaning as you taste yourself on her lips.
âMy turn,â you say.
Using all of the strength you have left, you switch your positions and push Angela up against the bathroom door. She gasps in surprise, leaving an opening for you to dip your tongue into her mouth as you undo the button on her jeans and pull the zipper down. You donât hesitate to slip your hand into her panties once you have enough room, and you immediately find her clit and start rubbing circles around it.
âFuck,â Angela says, her head falling back against the bathroom door. âIâve missed this. Missed the way you taste, missed the way your fingers feel inside of me.â
âIâve missed you, too,â you reply, moving your lips down to her neck.
âGod, baby. Inside, please. I need you.â
Never one to deny Angela anything, you slip your hand farther into her panties and dip two fingers inside of her. The gasp she lets out is downright filthy, but itâs nothing in comparison to the swearing and moaning that begins the minute you start moving. As you thrust, you crook your fingers up, smirking as you find the spot that always drives her wild and start to attack it.
âFuck, baby, Iâm gonna-â
Before she can even get the sentence fully out, Angela clenches hard around your fingers and shudders her way through an intense orgasm. You slow your fingers gradually, not wanting to overstimulate her, and lean in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. It takes her a minute to fully come down, but when she does, she kisses you back.
âMmmm,â Angela hums, smiling against your lips. âFuck, I always forget how good you are at that.â
âYouâre one to talk,â you say, still catching your breath a little. âIâm pretty sure I saw God.â
âNah, that was just me.â
You both break out into a fit of laughter at the joke, your foreheads pressing together as your chests fill to bursting with love and happiness. When you finally regain your composure after a couple of minutes, you sigh and then lean in to place one last soft kiss against your girlfriendâs lips.
âI love you,â you breathe out.
âI love you, too,â Angela says softly. âNow, letâs go home so we can continue this in an actual bed.â
âYes, please.â
â
The two weeks leading up to Christmas are absolute bliss. You and Angela spend every free moment that you have together, just enjoying being in each otherâs company again. On the days that she is home, you decorate her apartment while drinking hot cocoa together. When she has to work, you spend all of your time trolling the downtown LA area, looking for the perfect present.
A few days before Christmas, you end up passing a Tiffanyâs, and suddenly, it just hits you. Before you know it, youâre writing out a check and handing it over to the attendant in exchange for a beautiful emerald cut diamond ring and a matching set of earrings. You almost add on a necklace, but decide to hold off, thinking that might be a bit too much. Instead, you find a La Perla and get Angela a beautiful set of lacy lingerie that you know youâll both enjoy.
After getting your presents all figured out, you start planning the proposal. Figuring out what youâre going to say is harder than you expected, as nothing seems to do how you feel about Angela justice. It takes a long talk with Amanda at the Smosh Christmas party for you to finally realize that your speech doesnât need to be perfect, it just needs to be you. Itâs then that you decide to stop planning, knowing that you express yourself better in the moment anyways.
When Christmas day finally comes, youâre more excited than youâve ever been. You find yourself awake at 8:00 almost on the dot with the complete inability to fall back to sleep. Instead of waking Angela up, you roll over in her arms and bury your face in her chest, breathing in her soothing scent. You stay like that for what feels like forever, just basking in your girlfriendâs warmth, before she finally opens her eyes.
âMerry Christmas, love. Do you want to stay in bed for a little while longer, or do you want to get up and open your presents?â
âUp. Definitely up.â
So you both get out of bed, heading into the bathroom to freshen up quickly before going out into the living room. Angela takes a seat in front of the tree, and you sit down across from her, both grabbing your presents for each other so that you can exchange them. You smile to yourself, sneaking a quick peek at where you had hidden the ring in the tree, before turning your attention to your girlfriend.
âOkay, so my gifts kind of have two different vibes,â Angela says, pulling at the collar of her shirt nervously. âI got a serious present, and a sexy present.â
âSo did I,â you say reassuringly. âWhich one do you want to open first?â
âSexy.â
âOkay.â
You grab the wrapped box of lingerie and hand it to Angela, taking the bag that she gives you in exchange. She nods at you to go first, so you take out the tissue paper to reveal two boxes, one smaller and one larger. You pull them both out of your bag to get a better look at them, gulping when you realize what they are. A bolt of arousal shoots through you, and you have to remind yourself that you have a plan for today.
âA strap on?â you say, your voice unsteady.
âYeah,â Angela replies nervously. âWhat do you think?â
âThat maybe we should have exchanged serious presents first. Fuck, this makes me want to spend the rest of the day in bed.â
âReally?â
âFuck yes. But I do need to raincheck the day in bed for like, another hour. Just enough time for us to finish opening our presents and then have some breakfast.â
âDeal. Do you want me to open mine now?â
âPlease.â
Angela smiles at you and then turns her attention to the present sitting in front of her. She unwraps it carefully, tossing the wrapping paper to the side and sliding off the top of the box as you watch her intently. You can see the moment when she recognizes what it is, because her fingers flex on the sides of the box and her eyes get two shades darker.
âDo you like it?â you ask hesitantly.
âLike it?â Angela replies breathlessly. âI fucking love it. Thank you.â
âOf course, baby. Next present?â
After handing Angela the smaller box that holds the earring youâd gotten her, you take the present that she offers in return and place it in front of you. She tries to get you to go first again, but you resist, only giving in when she leans over to give you a persuasive kiss. As she pulls away, you unwrap her gift and open the box, revealing a beautiful white gold necklace with a âAâ charm on it.
âWill you put it on?â you ask, turning around.
âOf course,â Angela replies, taking the jewelry and clasping it around your neck. âDoes it fit okay?â
âItâs perfect. I love it.â
âIâm glad. My turn?â
âAbsolutely.â
You watch as Angela carefully unwraps the box in front of her, taking great care like she did with the first one. When she sees that the box has the Tiffanyâs logo on it, her eyes widen in a little bit of panic. For a minute you worry that sheâs nervous about you proposing, but she immediately puts that thought to bed.
âBaby, I thought we agreed on a spending limit?â Angela says, looking up at you.
âI didnât go over it,â you say, breathing out a small sigh of relief. âI got a really good deal, I promise.â
Itâs true, you did get a good deal, but it has a lot more to do with the fact that you bought an engagement ring at the same time than it does with the holiday deals. Angela looks at you skeptically for a minute, but she seems to accept your explanation because she reaches down and pops the box open.
âOh my God. These are beautiful.â
âYeah?â you say, smiling.
âOf course,â Angela replies. âI love them.â
âGood, because I have one last present, and it kind of goes with those.â
Taking a deep breath, you rise to your feet and walk over to the Christmas tree. Your thoughts are racing, running through all of the things that you want to express but havenât ever found the words to say. Shaking your head to clear it, you reach into the tree and pull out the ring box before turning back to your girlfriend.
âThese past two years with you have been the best in my life,â you start, finding your footing. âEven though weâve only been able to spend a few months at a time together, you make me feel more loved and more seen than anyone Iâve ever known. I love you more than all of the stars in the sky, deeper than all of the oceans. Which is why, last August, I made a decision. Iâm taking a break from acting.â
âY/N-â Angela says, but you cut her off.
âHere is where I want to be. With you. So Iâm leaving SVU. Left, actually. My last day of filming was the 10th.â
âLetâs move in together.â
âIâm way ahead of you. I already bought an apartment downtown. Itâs twenty minutes from your studio.â
âAre you serious?â
âYes, baby. So fucking serious. Almost as serious as I am about this.â You take one last deep breath and get down on one knee, showing her the box. âWhen I was little, all I dreamed about was being an actor. Since Iâve met you, thatâs started to change. Now the only thing I dream about is waking up next to you every morning and falling asleep in your arms every night. Well, that and being your wife. So what do you say? Will you marry me?â
âYes,â Angela chokes out as tears stream down her face. âYes!â
A wide smile breaks across your lips, and you open the box to take the ring out. You hear a small gasp escape Angelaâs lips as she catches sight of it, but you just carry on with what youâre doing. As you take her hand and slip the ring on, you look up, locking eyes with the love of your life. She looks down briefly and then back up, before leaning in and pulling you into a passionate kiss.
âI love you,â Angela murmurs.
âI love you, too,â you say. âI canât wait for you to be my wife.â
A slightly revised version of last year's questions!
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How many fics have you worked on since January?
Whatâs something new that you tried in a fic this year?
What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)
How many fandom(s) did you write for this year?
What ship(s) captured your heart?
What character(s) captured your heart?
Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?
What fic meant the most to you to write?
What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?
What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?
What fic was the most difficult to write?
What fic was the easiest to write?
What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?
What were your go-to writing songs?
What was the hardest fic to title?
What's your favorite title of the year?
Share your favorite opening line
Share your favorite ending line
Share your favorite piece of dialogue
Share your funniest line
What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?
What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?
If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?
Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?
How did you recharge between fics?
Did you create fanworks other than fic?
How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)
If this were an awards show, who would you thank?
What's left on your to-do list for 2024?
What would you like to write next year?
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