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gravitational force

pronouns: she/her angela giarratana x fem!haas!reader summary: faceclaim: sophie thatcher

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♡ 💬 40K ➤ smosh Coming up on the finale of Smosh Summer Games 2005 we have a new visitor in attendance...

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user can't believe they used that ss of angela 😭

user who is it omggg

user I KNOW THOSE BOOTIES ANYWHERE

user omg omg omggg

user okay WHAT is going on here?

user CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS EPISODE

ynhaas 🤭

user stfu it cant be...

"And finally, would our guest judge say yes to you or not?" A gasp rippled through the auditorium. Eyes shot wide as both Chanse and Angela turned to one another, mouths opened wide. Damien's arm stretched out. "Introducing our guest judge, Y/n Haas!" As a round of applause echoed, Angela's mouth stayed firmly low. She choked on the air. Chanse cackled beside her, beginning to holler out in glee when, true as ever, Y/n timidly waved to her new audience and stepped out of the shadow. "Oh I'm fucked." Angela whispered, mouth quirking up in shock. She turned to Chanse with panic, a nervous laugh tipping off her tongue. "I'm so fucked!" Y/n tucked her hands behind her back and smiled out. "Hey, guys."

Angela smiled widely at the confessional camera. "The second she walked out I knew I was fucked. I have literally never heard Chanse laugh so hard in his life."

Promposal through promposal, Angela stewed in nerves and discomfort. Practically half of her black nail polish had been gnawed off from her teeth. "Is it too late to drop out of Arahsa? She doesn't really need me." Chanse sent her a look, unimpressed with brows tight together. "Girl you are not making me hold her by myself–" Angela rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, you guys can find somebody else." "Nuh-uh, you're doing it." A whine painted her voice and a pout against her lips as Chanse dragged her up by the wrist.

To say she was humiliated was an understatement as she kneeled beside Chanse, Arasha's own digging into her back but a flutter flew up her chest at the sound of your stifled laughter. She took a breath. It was going to be fine. Fuck why hadn't she asked someone to join her? Anyone that could draft an actual promposal with her and not the bit she had been shoving together. For anyone else? Sure it'd be funny but you? Absolutely not. The need to be better coiled in her gut, not unfamiliar.

So the time finally arrived, the distant sound of Ian's monologue slowly dwindling. She summoned a deep breath as her shoes clapped in nerves. "Angela, you're fine." Chanse assured her. "It's not that bad, you don't even have to look at her." Angela looked up at him, brown eyes puppy-like. "But what if she hates it? This is like her first real impression of me since a year ago." A year ago that she completely fumbled her chance with you, only making a fool of herself on BOARDAF from across. Sure you had laughed politely and it was the sweetest sound she'd ever heard but it was nothing compared to the giggling that Courtney had sent you into.

"Come on, it's your turn!" Chanse encouraged, a hand on her shoulder and pushing lightly. He sighed. "Do you really want me to go with you?" Anegla bite her lip, hesitance filling her chest. "No, I...No. I'm gonna do it. It's like what? Five minutes?" "Exactly! Go get 'em, tiger!" He shoved her out, forcing her to stumble and fake an entrance. She slumped herself back into her persona, slanting lined eyes and dragging her heels to the keyboard. She sucked in a deep breath and screeched at the top of her lungs, drowning out her eardrums as she slammed hard on the keyboard. The room burst into a chorus of laughter and surprise. "Prom! Prom! Prom!" She cried, missing how you doubled over and clutched your stomach. "Prom!" She committed, stretching her face from the force that she screamed. She pulled out her double act of instruments, unable to hold back her own laughter anymore.

She hardly heard the approaching footsteps as they made their way to her. Until she looked up to smell the wave of perfume wafting over you and see the wide smile you reserved for her. She almost choked on the tube. Your nails dragged across the keyboard, mashing them haphazardly. No matter how stupid this bit had become, she couldn't stop the warmth that smouldered her heart as you joined in it. Eventually she drew out one final scream while you pressed hard on the highest note. As silence finally returned, a grouped applause enveloped you both as you bore your teeth at her in a grin. Angela forced her persona back on, faux nonchalance creeping in atop her flaming pink cheeks. She looked down at her feet as she kicked one against the stage. "So, you gonna go to prom with me or what?" She asked, voice gruff and raspy. Finally the giggle she had long awaited for swam through her ears. "Totally." You agreed, smile dangerous and beautiful.

ynhaas

♡ 63.4K 💬 1.3K ➤ ynhaas thank you for having me again @/smosh! i had a wonderful time time travelling with you. 🖤

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user omg i loved her sm

user smosh needs to BRING HER BACK

co_mill my wife came back to me! ⤷ ynhaas missed you too bbg ⤷ user chat this affected me HARD

user damien stop hiding her i beg

user i would deadass watch her and ange interact for HOURS

user girl can you stay in 2005? that look was ICONIC ⤷ giving gothic angelina jolie LMAO

keithleakjr blaming damien for the yn drought

user i think everyone can tell which team she was on lmao ⤷ user literally accepted EVERY dd promposal aha

user angela could not make eye contact to save her life 🤣

user ok so when's the marriage proposal ep????

damienhaas give me my job back please ⤷ ynhaas no.

It was almost half an hour after filming wrapped that you had finally built up the courage to walk up to her. Angela Giarratana. The girl that you had been crushing on from afar ever since you got to see Nerdy Prudes Must Die live. Every time she appeared in your feed, casually beside your brother or a goofy clip going viral, you couldn't help but feel a blush rush to your face. It tinged your ears, too engrossed in her humour, her smile, her everything. You took a breath of courage as you tapped her on the shoulder. A shy smile twitched your lips. "Hey, Angela!" Her eyes snapped wide, surprised somehow that you even remembered her name. You could see her gulp. "I was just-well, I was just wondering whether you'd like to hang out sometime? Just the two of us?" Your fingers fiddled together, your sudden act of bravery slowing. She stared blankly ahead at you for a moment. "What?" Embarrassment flooded you until she snapped out of it and stood bolt-upright. "Yes! Yes, totally that'd be really cool. Yes, please, I 'd like that, I'd really, really like that."

Relief flooded you, drooping your shoulders. "Thank god." You smiled. She fumbled for her phone suddenly. "Can I get your number? I know this super good place down the road, I mean–if you're not busy of course! We could go for dinner and–" "I'd like that."

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♡ 114K 💬 202 ➤ angelagiovanagiarratana Goodnight smosh summer games 2005

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ynhaas

♡ 46K 💬 355 ➤ ynhaas the time of my life these two weeks

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pairing: franco colapinto x midfield driver!reader

a/n: based on this request <3

It’s been over twenty minutes since you’ve been sitting inside Franco’s driver room. Twenty minutes since you ran through the post-race interviews in the media pen. Twenty minutes since you managed to talk a few Williams employees into letting you in—and twenty minutes since you slipped past those that didn’t want to let you through.

Twenty minutes since you’ve been waiting for your long-time friend to hurry up and get into his driver room. Twenty minutes—and Franco is still talking away in the media pen.

You lean your back against the wall, closing your eyes. You should’ve hit the showers first. You smell—you’re sure of it. There’s still sweat making your hair and face feel sticky. You should’ve showered and changed first—but you couldn’t. In fact, the thought hadn’t even crossed your mind until right this moment. You’d been too excited to congratulate Franco for his debut, too caught up in wanting to get away from the cameras so you could hug him and scream at him in excitement.

It’s funny, how life works. All those years ago in F4, both of you backed by Fernando Alonso. Even then, with your hopes set insurmountably high, you had only ever dreamed to see the day where both you and Franco would be racing side-by-side in F1.

A voice carries from the other side of the wall, a familiar tone followed by a heart-warming laugh. The door creaks open, and Franco doesn’t immediately see you. He closes the door behind him, white fireproofs tied low around his waist, earthy brown hair disheveled and equally as sweaty as yours.

Finally, Franco turns around, spotting you near immediately. His eyebrows shoot up in slight surprise. “Oh, hey.”

You stretch your hands over your head. “You were taking so long, my god,” you say, and you can see Franco’s smile growing on his lips. Your eyes search his face with an unspoken tenderness—there’s exhaustion there, but pure and utter exhilaration as well. He looks so unbelievably happy, you almost miss the bouquet of lillies tucked in his arm. Until you don’t. “Where’d you get those?”

Franco looks down at the flowers, as if only then remembering he had them. He shakes his head with a shrug. “One of the interviewers gave them to me. He said he was from Argentina too, so…” he trails off, offering a lopsided smile.

“That’s not fair.” He slumps onto the bench beside you, and you take the chance to inspect the flowers in his arms. “No journalist’s ever given me flowers.”

Franco scoffs bemusedly, shaking his head again. “That’s not true.”

“Oh, but it is. You must be special,” you tease, meeting his gaze back again. There’s really nothing you can do to stop yourself from smiling widely. You glance down at his bouquet, trying not to give yourself away. “Wow. Whoever gave them to you had a good eye. They’re pretty and they smell great.”

“Kinda like you,” he hums.

You look up at him, unimpressed. “I smell like sweat and burnt plastic.”

Franco laughs, and you can feel the vibrations running across his skin as you press your arm against his.

You lean your head against his shoulder, and you can feel the energy of the room slowly dropping. The high of the race declining. The rush of adrenaline starting to fade.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” you ask him. “P12 in your first race with Williams—maybe you do deserve the flowers.”

“Only three places behind you,” Franco points out.

You quirk a brow, nudging him playfully. “Oh? Trying to catch up?”

“Definitely,” he grins down at you.

You straighten off his shoulder, lightly nudging him again, to which he shoves you back with a laugh. “How do you feel?” you ask.

“Like my whole body was dragged against hot cement for hours.” He rolls his neck, stiffening slightly. He winces and groans, “Ay, boludo,”

“What?”

He exhales, amusement and exhaustion mixing together in his voice. “Everything hurts. Like, a lot.”

“Yeah,” you hum. “It gets easier from here though.” You go to nudge him again, but think better of it, and opt instead to rest your hand against his. Green eyes meet yours. “Feels like something out of a dream, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Franco says, laugh sounding a little breathless. His lips press together for a moment, searching your face. He pauses—just for a moment. Then, as if finally making up his mind, he reaches down for one of the lilies of his bouquet.

You furrow your brows, watching as he pulls out a big white lily with long silky petals and brings it closer to you. “What are you doing?”

He tucks the lily behind your ear, and you can feel your skin heating up under his faint touch. He fixes a stray hair into place. “Giving you flowers,” he says simply. You can see his moles from up close—you could count them if you wanted to. Trace constellations on his skin. You think your heart’s in your eyes—and when did that happen?

“There.” The corner of Franco’s lips curve upward. He meets your gaze once again, that cheeky, all-too familiar smile brightening up his face. “Felicitaciones, corazón.”

a/n: i am still working on a haas driver! x franco smau but i saw this request and i just HAD to do it omg <3 first franco drabble!!!!!!!

translation: felicitaciones, corazón / congratulations, love