#amangela fanfiction

[unknownteapot]

a future with us (5817 words) by unknownteapot ship: Angela Giarratana/Amanda Lehan-Canto series: part ii of a field of yellow flowers summary: "But Amanda was done. Amanda was tired. She’d been tired of fighting herself for three months to rid her mind of memories about a night that felt intoxicating, and she was tired now- of hiding the feelings that blossomed inside her, of things that felt like magic, things that felt so unmistakably right. Of everything, in truth. Amanda was tired of everything."

or, a continuation of and conclusion to 'a field of yellow flowers' anD HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE <3

i dedicate this fic to @sage-lights @xxsuicidalravenxx @ammnd @okiankeno @baflegacy @poppyfamily i really admire ya'll and all the magic you create for the amangela community <3

[makattack23]

Absolutely gnawing at the bars of my enclosure and foaming at the mouth waiting for a new Devil is in the Details fic update 😭 it’s my fav and it’s just so good!!

[sage-lights]

pray to god this won't be a mess

word count: 3235 Who knew a piece of clothing could start so much trouble?

“Whose hoodie is that?”

“Huh, what?” Angela glances up from her phone startled as Chanse pulls the chair out and sits across from her.

He inspects her and points at the logo on her chest, “The Bruins hoodie. That’s not yours.”

“How would you know,” she crosses her arms, obscuring the black and yellow “B,” though it was a fruitless effort since the large “BOSTON” letters were still visible across her chest.

“I know you don’t know jack shit about any sport, let alone hockey,” he accuses, “And if you did, why wouldn’t you be repping LA instead of Bost—ohhh, that’s Amanda’s, isn’t it?”

Angela rolls her eyes and picks up the menu from the table, pretending to flip through it. For a brief moment, she thinks Chanse has dropped the subject.

Right as she lets out a sigh of relief, Chanse asks, “Why do you have Amanda’s hoodie?”

“Are you a detective or some shit? What’s up with this interrogation?” Angela tsks.

“You show up for brunch in our friend’s clothes and I’m not allowed to be curious?” He huffs. 

Angela pouts, “Okay, I don’t like your tone, mister.”

Chanse doesn’t say anything else, just stares with a look that screams “bitch, you’re not fooling me.”

“Alright, fine! It’s, uh, Amanda’s hoodie. So, what? Friends can’t share clothes anymore?” She’s flustered and she could feel her face heating up, but she refused to let Chanse see it.

“Friends can share clothes, sure. But…”

“Spit it out already, Chanse,” she’s nervously pulling at the cuffs of the sleeves, worried about what Chanse is about to ask her. There’s no question about what he’s going to say, it’s just that Angela isn’t ready to answer that question. At least, not now.

“You know, you and Amanda aren’t always ‘just friends.’ So, I don’t know, are you guys…seeing each other, like…officially?”

“You can use the word ‘dating.’ You sound like a fucking virgin,” scoffs Angela, hoping to play it cool.

“First of all, harsh—”

“It’s true!” She exclaims.

Chanse leans back in his chair, “—And second of all, you’re deflecting.”

“What do you want me to say? There’s nothing serious between us. It’s a��stress reliever, no strings attached.”

“Well, you seem pretty attached to that hoodie.”

“Argh!” Angela buries her face into her sleeve-covered hands and takes a deep breath. When she inhales, all she smells is the subtle scent of Amanda’s musky perfume lingering in the fabric. Her heart skips a beat.

“Does it smell like her?” He doesn’t even try to hide the smug look on his face.

“You’re fucking infuriating, you know?”

“I know. And that’s my job as your best friend,” Chanse laughs, “but it’s also my job to tell you when you’re acting like an idiot. And right now, you and Amanda both are.”

Angela runs her hand through her hair. “It’s really not that big of a deal, okay? I was at her place yesterday, and it got cold when I was leaving. And she had it lying around so she…gave me the hoodie.”

Chanse raises an eyebrow, his teasing grin fading a little. “And you didn’t think that meant anything?”

Angela shrugs, her fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the sleeves. “It’s just a hoodie, Chanse.”

Chanse narrows his eyes, leaning forward. “Uh-huh…”

“God, you’re impossible,” Angela deadpans.

“Look, Ang, talk to her,” Chanse says, softening. “You don’t want this to blow up, right?”

Angela lets out a long sigh, “Yeah…I know.”

“Good. So, you’re a Bruins fan now, huh?” Chanse teases, glancing at the hoodie one more time.

“Shut up,” she mutters, though there’s a small smile on her face as she picks up the menu again.

—————

Angela rubs her eyes and blinks, her vision slowly adjusting to the low light. Los Angeles is quiet at this hour, save for the occasional hoot of an owl. Not a car revving, a dog barking, a group of friends chatting and walking. A rare moment in Angela’s ever-busy life.

Moonlight streams in from the open window and illuminates the outline of the sleeping woman next to her. She watches the steady rise and fall of Amanda’s chest, memorizes the furrow persisting between her brows.

Shit, she wasn’t supposed to fall asleep here.

Carefully, Angela slips out of Amanda’s grasp, her friend’s arm having found purchase around her waist at some point during their nap. She doesn’t want to wake Amanda up, doesn’t want to make this more awkward that it already feels.

“Where are you going?” Amanda murmurs groggily, still half asleep.

Angela freezes in the middle of pulling her underwear back on, “Back home. It’s late.”

“Here,” yawns Amanda, ungracefully rolling out of bed, “I’ll walk you out.” She turns her back to Angela and throws on an oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts.

She shimmies the rest of her clothes on, as best as she can manage in the dark. When she feels she’s decent, Angela waits in the doorway to Amanda to join her. Together, they shuffle in silence down the hallway to the front door.

Angela fumbles a little with her shoes. She props a hand up on the wall next to her to steady herself.

Amanda asks, “Are you okay to drive home?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m awake.”

Her friend isn’t entirely convinced, but she also knows there’s no point in fighting Angela once she’s made up her mind. Amanda unlocks the door and swings it open, hissing as the cold wind cuts at their skin. Even after living her entire life in the same city, Angela always forgets how chilly nights in Los Angeles can get.

She tries her best not to be affected by the weather, though she can’t help it when a shiver runs down her spine.

“Where’d you park, Ang?”

She points out the door to the left, “On the other street. It’s not that far, don’t worry.”

“It’s cold,” Amanda states plainly.

“It’s fine.”

But Amanda’s already begun rifling through her coat closet, “Take a jacket with you.”

Angela is about to open her mouth to protest when she decides against it. She’s tired, it’s cold, and she’s filled with a myriad of conflicting feelings that she doesn’t want to try and sort out right now.

She wasn’t supposed to fall in love. It’s not what they agreed on, right?

To be fair, they never explicitly outlined what the rules of this whole “friends with benefits” arrangement was going to be. Doing it at work was unprofessional. Texting about it felt impersonal. And talking about it face to face was hard when they tended to see each other like this when someone was a little tipsy.

But right now, Angela liked the warm feeling of being cared for. If this ever gets brought up in the daylight, she’ll blame it on the sleep deprivation. And plus, it’s not out of character for Amanda to be concerned like this. So, it’s fine. It’s. Fine.

“Thanks,” she takes the hoodie and clumsily wiggles herself into it. There’s a distinct smell to it, strong and grounding. 

There’s a weight to it too, though Angela’s not sure if she’s imagining that part.

“Drive safe, baby,” Amanda smiles. That goddamn nickname.

“Bye, ‘Manda,” and she walks out the door.

—————

Her conversation with Chanse lingers in her mind throughout the next week. Every day, Angela brings the Bruins hoodie to work in her backpack, intent on returning it to its rightful owner. And every day, she returns home with it.

She tells herself it’s because the timing isn’t perfect. Amanda’s busy, distracted. She’s busy too—there’s too much going on in the office for her to be worrying about a hoodie. Yet deep down, Angela knows it’s more than that.

Each time she feels the soft fabric beneath her fingers, her mind spins with reasons to keep it. It felt like proof that outside of their work and group hangouts, there was something private and intimate that was just theirs.

And that was the problem.

Angela knew she couldn’t let herself want more, couldn’t let this thing between them get tangled with emotions. This isn’t what Amanda wants. And if Angela wasn’t careful, she was going to fall deeper than she already had.

It’s the end of the day Friday and Angela still hasn’t worked up the courage. She’s standing by her desk in the bullpen, cleaning up her things for the day, when Amanda approaches her.

“Heading out?” Amanda leans against the cement column next to her desk.

“Yeah, I’ve got rehearsals to run with Patrick for ‘Mamma Mia.’ You?”

“I’m gonna stick around a little longer. Selina, Shayne, and I have a meeting for the pod and Arasha wants me to look over a sketch idea she has.”

Angela looks down at her backpack, the yellow and black logo peeking out of the pocket taunting her, urging her to do something.

She blinks and zips it up, slinging her backpack onto her shoulders. While adjusting her camo hat, she looks up at Amanda, “You’ll let me know if you’re free this weekend? We should, um, hang out.”

Amanda nods, “Of course. Drive safe, baby.”

“Bye, ‘Manda,” and she walks away. There’s a feeling of deja vu that washes over Angela, leaving her feeling vulnerable and soft. Turn around. Turn around. Turn around.

“Wait, Amanda,” Angela stops so abruptly that she almost bumps into Marcus who was crossing in front of her.

She shrugs one arm out of the backpack strap and swings it around to her front, hands sweating as she fiddles with the zippers. She turns and walks towards Amanda again. From her backpack, she pulls out the Bruins hoodie and tries to hand it to Amanda, who surprisingly pushes it away.

“I always forget to give it back to you,” Angela chuckles nervously.

“Keep it, Ang,” Amanda shakes her head, smiling.

She stares up in confusion, “What? No, it’s yours. I’m not stealing it from you.”

“You’re not stealing, I’m giving it to you. Insisting too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it never really fit me right anyways. Plus,” Amanda winks, “it looks better on you.”

Angela hesitates, slowly retracting her arm and stuffing the hoodie back into her backpack, “If you ever want it again, let me know. I’ll give it back in a heartbeat.”

“I won’t, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

She’s unsure of how to respond to that, so she just stands and stares at Amanda.

“Take good care of it, Ang.”

“Okay,” is all she could mutter. She watches paralyzed as Amanda strolls past her and towards the conference room. It takes a couple moments for Angela to realize she must look like an idiot standing in the middle of the office like this and quickly heads out to the parking lot.

Once in the safety of her own car, she immediately texts Chanse.

angela: i tried to give it back chanse: wdym tried? angela: she told me to keep it chanse: ohhhhh bitch angela: i’m so fucked aren’t i? chanse: awww ang do you want me to come to you where are you? angela: it’s okay i’ll be okay

She leans her head against the headrest, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Fuck me. There’s no denying it—Angela’s in too deep.

—————

“Angela?” Amanda calls out. It’s late, hours past midnight, and the festivities of Courtney and Shayne’s wedding party have long since died down. 

Angela makes her way over from the room next door and cracks the door open. She spots Amanda standing in front of the full length mirror, “What’s up?” 

Amanda glances over her shoulder, “I can’t get out of this fucking dress. Can you help me unzip it?”

“Sure,” Angela closes the door behind her to give Amanda some privacy.

When it shuts, Angela can physically feel the air in the room thicken. There’s been something unspoken hanging between them all night, all year even. Now, in a room alone and both their minds pleasantly clouded with alcohol, the tension feels practically suffocating.

Cautiously, Angela approaches Amanda, meticulously unhooking the clasp above the zipper and dragging it down tantalizingly slowly. Amanda’s smooth skin is a beautiful olive, dotted with light freckles from her summer out in the sun.

Before Angela can stop herself, she presses a kiss against Amanda’s spine. Amanda gasps at the cool sensation while the rest of her body heats up.

“Angela?” She asks again. However, the kisses don’t stop, and Amanda can’t control it when she screws her eyes shut, tilting her head back, and bites her bottom lip to suppress a moan.

“You are so fucking beautiful, ‘Manda. Did you know that?” Kiss. “You’re a goddess.” Kiss. “The kind of woman men used to start wars over.” Kiss. “I’m not worthy of you.” Kiss. “But I want you. Kiss. “Crave you.” Kiss.

Amanda reaches behind her and grabs onto Angela, her eyes still closed. Her nails dig into Angela’s skin. In her lust filled haze, Amanda hopes it’s deep enough that she’ll leave marks that will still be visible in the morning. She presses harder.

Again and again, they fall into bed together.

—————

Over the weekend, Amanda texts her several times asking to hang out. Angela sends back one or two worded responses, always something along the lines of “can’t” or “i’m busy.”

They don’t see each other again until they’re back in the office. Even then, Angela does her best to avoid Amanda. Other than the videos they’re scheduled for together, she doesn’t exchange a single word with her friend.

Amanda notices early on that something is off with Angela, though she doesn’t want to prod her about it, lest she make things worse with Angela with her worrying. She still asks around the office, however, hoping her friends also noticed Angela’s strange behavior. Unfortunately, no one else has.

“I know she’s been especially busy,” responds Arasha, “But she seems pretty normal around the office, so that’s good.”

Amanda hums in agreement, even if that answer was less than satisfactory. There’s nothing she can really do about it as of this moment. She can’t force Angela to talk to her, nor does anything seem to be severely wrong with her, so Amanda supposes she’ll just have to deal with the torturous silence for now.

Later, she follows Angela out to her car once they’ve wrapped for the day. This silent treatment could honestly be nothing and Amanda’s just been overthinking it all, but something deep in her gut is pulling her towards Angela, calling her to talk to her.

Even if it’s only been a couple of days, she’s already starting to miss how her name sounds coming from Angela’s lips.

She approaches the driver’s window and knocks, accidentally catching Angela off guard with the sudden sound.

“Holy shit,” gasps Angela as she opens the door, “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” Amanda answers earnestly.

“Everything okay?”

“I should be asking you that.”

Angela looks away, uncomfortable, and lies, “Everything’s been good with me.”

“Then how come you’ve been ignoring me all day? You can’t even look me in the eyes right now,” Amanda says, growing a bit bolder.

“It’s nothing.”

“It definitely doesn’t feel like nothing to me.”

“Amanda,” Angela pauses, takes a deep breath, and looks back at Amanda with a neutral expression, “I think…it’s better if we stop seeing each other.”

“What?”

“Like…outside of work. At night,” Angela clears her throat, “When we…hook up.”

Amanda frowns, “Can I ask why?”

“It’s not you, it’s me.”

Amanda rolls her eyes, “You really think that line is gonna work on me?”

“What I mean is…it’s messy, you know?”

“No, I don’t know,” she crosses her arms, defensive.

Angela chews nervously at her bottom lip, “It’s just that we’re colleagues and we should try and keep things professional. It’s best this way.”

“Oh, so you know what’s best for me now?” 

“It’s best for both of us. You don’t want anything serious,” sighs Angela.

“And you know what I want. Oh, good. You could start a business predicting people’s futures since you think you can read them so well,” spits Amanda, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She’s barely an inch away from Angela now—their noses are practically touching.

Angela’s gaze flickers from Amanda’s lips to the fire in her eyes and back to her lips, “What do you want then?”

Once more, the air is heavy between them, filled with some mix of lust, want, guilt, and regret.

Amanda can’t fucking bear the quiet any longer. She leans down and kisses Angela hard, holding the lapels of Angela’s jacket to pull her in closer. It’s rough and not the best kiss they’ve shared by a long shot, but it doesn’t matter because for the first time in months, it feels real.

She can feel Angela’s lips curve into a smile.

“Just to be clear,” Amanda barely manages to pull away, “What I want is you. In any way you’ll have me.”

Angela surges forward and kisses her again.

—————

“Shit!”

Angela whips her head around, pausing her stirring of the sauce pot, “What hap—oh.”

All the way down Amanda’s white top was spilt red wine—the glass in her hand was now completely empty. Angela covers her mouth, stifling a laugh, while Amanda stares at the stain in shock.

“Someone’s had a little too much to drink already,” Angela turns the stove down to low and wipes her hands haphazardly on a dish towel.

“I’m so sorry, this is not how I imagined our first date going,” Amanda is so visibly embarrassed, but Angela finds it kind of endearing.

“It’s okay, it happens,” she motions for Amanda to follow her, “C’mere, I think I have some bleach around here somewhere.”

Down the hallway, Angela pushes the wooden slat doors to her laundry unit open. She stands on her tip-toes to reach the bottle of bleach on the top shelf, almost toppling over in the process. Amanda wraps her arms around Angela’s waist to steady her.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Angela holds out her hand, “Give it here.”

“What?”

“Your shirt. How else are we going to get the stain out.”

Amanda blinks, “You want me to strip?”

“Don’t get shy on me now,” Angela rolls her eyes, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Unbelievable,” scoffs Amanda. In one smooth motion, she deftly pulls her top over her head and drops it into the washing machine, leaving her clad in a white lace bra. Angela swallows hard.

“Look who’s shy now,” preening at the way Angela’s eyes scan over her body.

“Shut up,” Angela shoots back, but her words come out more breathy than she intended.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, I’m going to freeze without a shirt. Got anything I can borrow?”

“Borrow? No. But to keep? I might have a few options.”

“Keep?”

Angela ducks into her room leaving Amanda leaning against the doorway, watching as she digs through her drawers. She pulls out a bright blue t-shirt with the letters “UCLA” front and center.

“It’s only fair,” explains Angela, tossing it to Amanda, “A Bruin for a Bruin.”

Amanda laughs as she pulls the t-shit on, “How long has that joke been sitting in the driveway?”

“I just thought of it, I swear!”

“Sure you did,” Amanda teases.

Angela tugs at her arm, pulling them back towards the kitchen, “C’mon, there's a bolognese with our names on it!”

[readthephible]

smosh fics appreciation post 📚✨

( will keep updating this! also, send me fics! )

last updated: mar 24, 2024

fluff recs 🧸

spommy ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

he said baby (that’s what he called me) — @jovenshires

we can leave the christmas lights up ‘til january — @jovenshires

everywhere i go (leads me to you) — @lilac-hecox

shaymien ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

right where you left me — @jovenshires

start of something new — @shaynetopps

the more i get of you (the stranger it feels) — @sardinespooks

dog tired in puppy love — @tommybowefuneralattendee

car lights — @slutfors8n

take away (everything) — @thimblees

i don’t wanna be your friend (i wanna kiss your lips) — @punk-gremlin

i fall in love (just a little more) — @picassowithapencil (amangela)

paint night — @punk-gremlin (ianthony)

nobody gets me (you do) — @punk-gremlin (shaymanda)

the other way around — @tommybowefuneralattendee (tommien)

i had a fever until i met you — @feral-teeth (courtgela)

chaptered ⏰

‘till apathy do us part — anon (action, lil ianthony)

i can feel you in my blood — @santaslittleslut (action, lil ianthony)

come over (again) — @punk-gremlin (ianthony)

donut galaxy — @funeralroast (action/shaymien)

cough syrup — @quyinn (shaymien)

angst recs 🩹

the kintsugi kid — @kileykao (ianthony)

seeker — chutea (ianthony)

somewhere only we know — @kileykao (shaymien)

angel dust — @shaynetopps (shaymien)

summer sun for you forever — @lilac-hecox (jackmien)

everywhere i go (leads me to you) — @lilac-hecox (spommy)

i want you to hold me (please never let go) — @legalespeon (spommy)

running and she’s running again — @lilac-hecox (amangela)

smut recs 🌶️

shaymien ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

kiss and make up — @watchthequeenconquer

and i watched a change in you — @wispmother

the sum of your broken parts — @quyinn

make me — @bluebirdrules

protecting what’s mine — @bluebirdrules

do not open before christmas — @tommybowefuneralattendee

off the cuff — pixenpixels

say so — amongtheshallows

fellowship of shame — @notthatalex (nintendogs augustus/chosen)

shaynse ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

that peanut’s looking real good — orphaned

i can drive you to football practice — orphaned

shayne x [person b] ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

perfect fit — @lilac-hecox (shaymanda)

no body, no crime — @lilac-hecox (shaynthony)

anything you want — @howtomflirts (shaynthony)

forgive my lying eyes — @tommybowefuneralattendee (shayncer)

just dive right in (third time’s a charm) — @tommybowefuneralattendee (shayncer)

what happens on the games stage, stays on the games stage (i hope) — @gay-nonderogatory (shrevor)

show and tell — @punk-gremlin (polysmosh)

it’s fine, it’s okay (i’ll die anyway) — @jaxthejester (antmien)

my crush with eyeliner — @blondeforyou (spommy)

miscellaneous / AU ✏️🌎

loveless — @ashesember (shayne character study)

i’ve been having revelations — @ifearimlosingtheroom (courtmangela)

a field of yellow flowers — @unknownteapot (amangela)

womanhood — @ancientvamp (baf legacy)

[lilac-hecox]

Based on the end of the assumptions video where Amanda said if she didn't do Smosh she would be a scuba instructor in Turks and Caicos.

Imagine very rom-com she meets Angela whose on a like vacation with her best friend Chanse because they both flew out to celebrate the anniversary of their friends Ian and Anthony.

Angela is like crushing hard on this scuba instructor, and Chanse teases her mercilessly.

Sorta like the movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall where Amanda and Angela bump into each other on the island at the local places and they have silly little meet - cute moments.

The anniversary party is coming up and Angela wants to ask Amanda who is gorgeous in her flowing island dresses and or cute bathing suits but she is very intimidated.

Let's say Amanda's best friend is Shayne who is a surf instructor. She talks about Angela a lot and Shayne is like "Oh my God, ask her out."

Then maybe miscommunication?? Angela assumes Shayne is Amanda's boyfriend?? She is sad??

But somehow they figure it out at the last moment and Amanda shows up on the beach at the anniversary party and it's dark and a little breezy and they are near the ocean when they confess their feelings to each other??

And they kiss with the ocean lapping at their ankles???

Also, is there a possible side pairing of Chanse and Shayne?? And of course, Ian and Anthony are silly, dumb, in love island surrogate dads.

[baflegacy]

you are heaven sent (with your dirty mind)

The ‘mommy’ jokes started to get to her.

(Granted, not in the way most would think.)

—

all i’ll say is….i. am So Sorry.

[swords-and-or]

wouldn't it be crazy... if i made an amangela fanart inspired by @okiankeno 's Blood Smears fic 👀

you can look at the whole thing on my notion cause its slighttlyyy 18+?

taking requests, as well!

[okiankeno]

Maybe, Maybe

7977 words

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Sarah Christ/Reader/Cop Cameron, Sarah Christ/Cop Cameron

Maybe you could arrange something—three ladies, one mission—because it could be fun if everyone cooperated. However, the issue would be getting Sarah and Cameron to agree to share you in the bedroom. You felt okay about it; you had two hands, after all. That’s where the friction and tension would come from; you knew they would want to prove themselves to you, and you could take both of them.

(Not in a fight.)

[whiskeythefishski]

Okay soooo.... I wasn’t planning on launching into the main meat of this AU so soon, but all of the incredible feedback on my previous story really inspired me, and the next thing I knew this story had appeared in my Google Docs. I figured I’d share lol. Thank you to everyone who was so kind to me about my previous work, and this au!

Summary:

“It’s just the one class you’re co-teaching. Not much time together at all.”

“Yeah,” Ian replies flatly, turning to leave. “Just co-directing a musical. I’m sure we’ll be like ships in the night.”

OR:

Ian Hecox is a theater professor ready to put on his most ambitious show yet - until he has to co-direct it with his new coworker (and former friend) Anthony Padilla.

Meanwhile, his students find themselves in a web of drama (pun intended) between their professors and each other.

With luck, they'll be able to get it together by opening night, just in time to put on a killer show.

[amangelaa]

Playing Tricks, Let’s Kiss Forreal

Summary: “Okay,” Angela states plainly. “Huh?” Amanda begins to question, but has no time to register what Angela has even said before she’s seizing her lips into a fierce kiss. Amanda’s eyes widen and her face flushes hot. The unexpected contact leaves her completely flustered and has the other three members gobsmacked.

made a drabble inspired from this awesome fanart by @ammnd

[unknownteapot]

personal leisure (3973 words) by unknownteapot Rating: Explicit Pairing: Amanda/Angela

Summary: “Hi gorgeous..” a smooth female voice sounded from the other end of the line, Angela almost choked- in what world do hotel receptionists sound so damn horny? “I’d just like to order some food.” she muttered after finally collecting herself, “Mmmm..” the honey-filled voice hummed, “What would you like, princess?” or an AU in which Angela just wants some lasagna, but acidentally dials a phone sex hotline.

here are the now 11 pages of hot amangela filth

[libbylubb]

My Heaven - Amanda Lehan Canto and Angela Giarratana

Amanda and Angela was driving to set. Angela was behind the wheel. They were singing along with I’m gonna be (500 miles) by the proclamers. Amanda placed her hand on Angela’s thigh, tapping the rhythm with her hand. Angela smiled, glancing over to her wife. They were driving to the Smosh set, ready for an intense day of shooting and meetings. “Another bruise?” Angela asked grabbing Amanda’s hand, looking at the wrist. “Eh, it’s nothing,” Amanda waived it off. Angela gave her a look, “you need to get more iron in you babe, I don’t like to see my baby blue,” Amanda giggled, kissing Angela on the cheek as she parked the car. They got out and walked hand in hand together.

“Good morning Ang and Amanda!” Shayne greeted, smiling bright with his coffee in hand. “Did you guys have a good weekend?” He asked, sipping his coffee. “Yes we did, thank you. And you? How are things with the wife?” Amanda asked, “good, good, as always,” he smiled. Amanda and Angela got settled in as the morning meeting was about to start.

Amanda shivered, Angela looked away from Ian, focussing on Amanda. She frowned, placing a hand on her thigh, “you okay?” Amanda was confused herself, however she just nodded, patting Angela’s hand. She didn’t take it away. In fact held it there in place. She loved Angela so much it was crazy. Amanda admired Angela as she looked at Ian. She smiled to herself and leaned over to kiss her jaw gently. Angela blushed, squeezing Amanda’s thigh. “Wanna get out of here?” Amanda asked into Angela’s ear. Her eyes went wide. Angela turned, redness covering her soft cheeks. “We just got here,” Angela said. Amanda rolled her eyes, “I just wanna eat you out,” Angela chocked on air. She thanked herself for sitting in the back where basically no one sat. “Baby,” Angela whispered, looking up into her eyes. She froze, seeing the craziest fuck me eyes. Or well, I wanna fuck you eyes. Angela just nodded, “when the meeting is done,” she added. Amanda rolled her eyes again, mumbling boring as she leaned back in her seat. Then yet another chill came over her.

“Jesus Christ,” Angela moaned, holding onto Amanda’s hair, hard. Amanda worked her tongue as best as she could in this position. “I’m close,” Angela groaned, jerking her hips. She pulled Angela closer with her hands on her hips. Amanda closed her eyes to concentrate but quickly opening them as she got dizzy. “‘Manda!” And with a breathy moan she came all over Amanda’s face. Amanda smiled, licking up everything. “Mmm’ pretty baby,” Amanda whispered, kissing up Angela’s stomach, her breasts, collarbone, neck, jaw then finally her lips. Angela smiled into the kiss, closing her legs just to move over to straddle her. Even though it was quite difficult. “We need a bigger car,” Angela mumbled. Amanda giggled, admiring her naked wife. “May I?” Angela asked, her pupils were blown. Amanda looked at the time, “not really, we have to be on set and ready in five,” Angela nodded, kissing all over Amanda’s face. “We’ll take it tonight. Whatever got into you this morning I fucking love,” Amanda giggled, feeling herself sweat more than usual. Angela kissed cheek, “I love you so much Amanda, I really hope you know that,” Angela whispered, “I love you too, more than you can ever imagine,” Amanda held Angela close to her for a little, taking in her heart to her heart. She hummed, Angela pulled away. “Jesus, you’re sweating like a pig,” she mumbled, feeling her forehead. “Ehm, that’s not very nice to say,” Amanda said, holding Angela’s lower back. Angela frowned, “Jesus, you’re running a fever,” “Angela, we’ll be late,” Amanda said, trying to push it off as if it was nothing. “No baby, you’re going home, you can’t be sick and at work,” Angela said, grabbing her clothes and getting dressed. Amanda sighed, taking on her shirt.

That was two weeks ago.

Amanda had only gotten worse and finally agreed to go to the doctors this afternoon. But now, she was lying in bed. The rain softly rolling down the window. Angela sat beside her on her phone. She only wore her panties, duvet covering her bottom half. Amanda was sleeping next to her, soft snores leaving her once in a while. Ever since Amanda had only gotten worse, Angela didn’t manage to sleep properly, she was so worried something was seriously wrong. She sighed, putting her phone away. She removed one pillow and laid down. Amanda was facing the other way. Angela lightly touched Amanda’s back, tracing her spine. Tears welled up in her eyes, noticing how thin she had gotten. Angela had noticed her eating less, but this wasn’t normal. Angela let out a sob as she hugged Amanda from behind.

Amanda woke up, her whole body in pain. It took her a moment to realize Angela was crying. She bit her lip and turned around, embracing Angela. Amanda softly rocked her, humming a tune. Angela started calming down but still held onto Amanda. “I’m so scared,” Angela mumbled, sitting up in Amanda’s lap. Amanda wiped her tears away, stroking her hair. She noticed her wife hadn’t been sleeping well, but didn’t know what to do. She gently bounced Angela, holding her tight to her body. “It’s okay, I’ll be okay,” Angela bit her lip, trying not to cry out loud. “But baby, my princess,” Angela looked at her. “Try to sleep some while I’m at the doctors, okay?” Angela immediately shook her head, “I’m going with you,” Angela protested. Amanda sighed, gently touching Angela’s cheek. “Shayne and Courtney are coming over before my appointment. Shayne is gonna drive me and Courtney will stay here and watch you get some sleep. Okay?” Amanda said calmly. Angela just started crying again, sobbing into her neck. “Please be okay, please be okay. Please, God, let her be okay,” Angela whimpered. Amanda held her tightly, her bones feeling weak. She was scared herself.

They managed to get out of bed, not without addressing the weight loss however. Amanda turned Angela around from the mirror so she couldn’t look at her skinny figure. “I’m okay,” Amanda tried to comfort her. Angela sat down on the floor, silent crocodile tears rolling down her cheek. Amanda finally got fully dressed. She then helped Angela up from the floor, helping her dress into some comfy clothes. Just then, the doorbell rang.

They walked together to the living room, the married couple supporting each other. Angela sat Amanda down on the couch, then rushing to open the door. “Jesus,” Shayne mumbled seeing how Angela was such a wreck. Courtney and Shayne walked in, Courtney taking off her shoes. Shayne hugged Angela tightly, letting a single tear roll down her cheek. “I’ll watch over her as good as I can,” Shayne said, Angela nodded, “you better,” she whispered back to him. Courtney hugged Angela afterwards, then walking into the living room to be met with an awful sight of Amanda. Courtney bit her lip, walking over to kiss her forehead. She helped Amanda up. “I’m okay, I can walk myself,” Amanda said, smiling and hugging Courtney. “Please, make sure she sleeps,” Amanda whispered. Courtney nodded walking over to meet the two others.

Amanda walked over, hugging Shayne. He was just as shocked as Courtney was. Angela clang onto Amanda. Amanda smiled softly, holding her close. “I’ll be okay, I promise you that,” Angela shook her head, not believing her. Amanda sighed, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll see you soon,” Angela nodded slowly, hugging one more time before walking over to Courtney. She bit her lip from crying, hugging Courtney’s side. Shayne smiled sadly to Angela before helping Amanda out to the car. “Shayne, I’m not that ill,” Amanda protested. “I know that, but Angela is watching,” he said, getting into the drivers seat. Amanda glanced over, seeing Angela by the kitchen window looking at her like a lost puppy. Amanda’s heart stung at the sight, getting into the car.

The ride home was quiet, the only sound playing was the radio. I’m gonna be (500 miles) by the proclamers was on. Amanda started crying when she heard it. Shayne’s heart stung at that moment, he grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. She silently sobbed the rest of the car ride home. When they arrived Amanda took some time to compose herself. She hoped Angela was asleep, and that she could get some time to herself. Even though sleep sounded really nice. Shayne and Amanda got out of the car, getting into the house. They were silent, both broken at the news. Shayne spotted Courtney in the living room, he walked over, and Amanda followed. Courtney knew immediately that it didn’t go well, she teared up. Shayne and Amanda’s didn’t know their heart could be more broken, but now it was. Angela was sleeping in a ball, her head on Courtney’s lap. She was wearing Amanda’s hoodie, and some panties. That was all. She was holding Amanda’s teddy bear with both her hands. Amanda smiled a little, silently thanking Courtney. She was about to pick Angela up but stopped, knowing she probably shouldn’t for her health’s sake. “Could you do it?” She asked, taking a step back. Shayne nodded and gently picked up Angela. They all walked up to their bedroom, Courtney supporting Amanda, holding her hand.

Shayne gently laid Angela down under the covers. Amanda thanked them both, not telling Courtney, knowing Shayne would. Amanda looked at Angela, snoring softly. She smiled, adoring her wife. She thanked the other couple as they left. Right then and there, she decided she was going to act as normal as possible, to not let the illness stop them both from having fun. Amanda started to undress, leaving only her panties on. She bit her lip when she walked by the mirror. She sighed, getting in next to Angela. She grabbed around Angela and pulled her on top of her. It was quite comfortable, Angela had lost weight as well, so she wasn’t quite heavy. Not that she was heavy before. Angela was so worried for Amanda it pained her to see. Amanda took her hand underneath Angela’s hoodie, or well, her hoodie, gently stroking her back. Angela stirred awake, Amanda noticed. Her hand stopped, taking a deep breath. But before she could ever start a word Angela cut her off with her lips. She gently kissed her. Amanda smiled into the kiss. Angela pulled away, “I don’t want you to tell me, not now,” Angela whispered. Amanda nodded, hugging Angela tightly. “Can I take your hoodie off?” Angela smiled and nodded. Amanda took off Angela’s hoodie. She cuddled up to Amanda in her embrace. “Love you,” Angela whispered, “I love you too baby,” Amanda answered, stroking her hair. Angela’s head was in Amanda’s breast, loving her favourite pillow. Slowly, but surely, they fell asleep.

When Angela got the news, she couldn’t stop crying. Amanda tried to explain that she would be okay, but the word Leukemia, blood cancer, was so scary. Angela cried and cried, her head and stomach hurting. She clang to Amanda for dear life, praying and doing whatever she could.

“I have to go to the hospital, tomorrow. Will you join me?” Amanda asked after a little while. Angela had stopped crying, she had no more tears to shed. Angela had been studying her wife’s face for a while now, remembering every little detail about her. “I love you,” Angela said, smiling softly. “Will you go with me?” “I love you,” “Angela,” “answer me!” Angela broke, biting her lip hard, almost making it bleed. Amanda kissed her making Angela release her lip. “Angela Giarratana, I, your wife, love you more than anything in this world. And I will continue to love you for the rest of my life. Will you go with me to the hospital?” Amanda said, cupping Angela’s cheeks. “Not even a question, of course I will,”

They hugged each other tightly, Angela feeling so content in her partners arms. “We have to tell work. Tomorrow, before the hospital,” Amanda said, “they deserved to know,” Angela nodded, kissing Amanda. She hummed, grabbing Angela’s ass. Angela let out a squeal, pulling away. They smiled at each other.

—

“Thank you, everyone for coming to this meeting. I’m sorry to wake you guys earlier than usual but this is a very important matter,” Amanda started, Angela nodded, holding Amanda’s hand. “You’re having a baby!” Arasha said, Amanda shook her head as Angela smiled at the idea, her face suddenly dropping. “Me and Angela will take some time off, because I…” Amanda froze, looking at everyone’s faces, knowing how much it would affect them all. Angela squeezed her hand. Amanda looked down at her. Angela gave her a reassuring smile. She smiled back, “I have cancer,” she looked up to see the people reaction. She bit her lip, maybe regretting it. “If you have any questio-“ almost everyone raises their hands. She was a bit taken aback, “questions, you can ask Shayne. Me and Angela have to get to the hospital,”

—

It had been one week and Amanda was doing surprisingly well. She had handled it great and hadn’t felt super nauseous. Angela, on the other hand, cried almost every day. She had the most insane headaches and slept horribly. She threw up every morning from the lack of sleep and food. She used all her energy on keeping Amanda well, and yet she felt horrible herself. Currently, Amanda was getting ready for another round of chemo. Of course she wasn’t 100% but she was quite good, maybe 80%. Angela was holding Amanda’s hand as they walked, she constantly checked on Amanda, asking if she needed anything at all. “Angela, baby, could you-?” “Yes? Yes, what do you need?” Angela smiled. Amanda was a bit taken aback, she stopped in her tracks, cupping Angela’s cheeks. “Could you relax for me? It pains me to see you in distress. Maybe you could go visit Courtney and Shayne, take a break from the hospital?” Amanda suggested, kissing the top of her head. Angela shook her head as they started walking again. “No, no I have to stay here with you,” Angela protested. Amanda loved having her here, but this chemo would take so much out of her, she couldn’t see the worry Angela had, it pained her so much.

Amanda sighed, sitting down in the chair and getting hooked up to the chemo treatment. Amanda was extremely thankful that her cancer wasn’t chronic. Angela held her hand tightly, “baby, please,” Angela shook her head, her leg shaking up and down. Her eyes were so puffy, she was blue under her eyes and looked sloppy. “Angela, you’re getting worse with every second. I’m okay, I will be okay,” Amanda tried. Angela shook her head again, kissing her cheek. “I can’t leave you,” Amanda sighed, “baby, it’s okay,” “no, no, no it’s not okay Amanda. What if I leave, and everything goes wrong. What if you suddenly die and I’m not there. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened. I need you to be okay, I need you to be okay, I need you to be okay..” Angela whispered the last part, hands together. “I know, Angela, but this isn’t healthy for you. You haven’t been outside in ages. I’m worried for you,” Amanda said, stroking Angela’s cheek. “Don’t you think I’m worried for you, you have cancer Amanda!” She said loudly, the other people in the room looked in their direction. Amanda apologized, grabbing Angela’s jaw firmly. “Angela. I’m fully aware of that, and I’m trying my best to keep it together. But it doesn’t help when you’re acting like this. It’s not what I need right now,” Amanda said, maybe a bit too harshly. “Amanda…” Angela whispered, tearing up. “Jesus, I’m sorry darling,” Amanda cupped Angela’s cheeks. She pulled away.

“Amanda I need you to be okay, I need you. I can’t do this without you. I’m sorry for being so protective and wanting you to be okay but I-I-“ Angela went quiet, looking away. Amanda placed her hand on Angela’s thigh. “What is it, baby?” “I’m pregnant,” Angela said, looking at Amanda. “When we went to the doctor and I got injected, I didn’t have that much hope. But i i-i know we both kind of forgot about it when you got sick. But the last few weeks I’ve been throwing up for more reasons than not eating or sleeping… im pregnant, we’re gonna have a baby,” Amanda smiled for the first time in a long time, with a swift move she kissed Angela deeply. Angela chuckled into the kiss. “If you want, I’ll go to Courtney and Shayne’s house. They live close by so if anything you have to call me,” Angela said, relieved that she got out about the pregnancy. Amanda smiled, “I’d appreciate that… you really need to take care of yourself, my girl,” Angela blushed, loving that nickname. “Only cause I’m your girl,” they giggled. Amanda had to hide it, she was starting to get nauseous and was definitely not feeling like talking, her 80% had just dropped down to 40%.

“Alright, I’ll go grab my things and leave for Courtney and Shayne. Anything you want me to wash there?” Amanda shook her head, scared if she spoke she would puke. Angela smiled, “I’ll call you tonight…” Amanda nodded again. Angela leaned down to kiss Amanda’s lips softly before she walked off, yawning and rubbing her eyes. The second Angela was out of her sight, she grabbed the bucket beside her and threw up.

When she was done she held the bucket in her lap, closing her eyes and leaning back in the chair. “You guys are a cute couple,” Amanda heard a voice. She looked over and saw an old man smiling to her. He looked tired, he was bald but had an inspiring smile. “Thank you,” she mumbled, not really wanting to talk. “It’s alright, I get the nausea. I had that my first time too,” he said, holding his hands together. He was in a wheelchair, had a jaw that hanged a bit and droopy eyes. Amanda looked at him. “You have gorgeous hair, I’m sorry that might fall out. You will grow it out again, I’m sure. I won’t, but I’m just old,” he said, chuckling to himself. Amanda chuckled, enjoying his company. “My wife was just like yours when she was alive,” he continued. Amanda listened. “She never left my side when I had cancer 20 years ago. She passed away last year,” he mumbled the last part, “but I enjoyed her company, I adored how she cared for me. Even though she could be a real son of a bitch I loved her,” they both laughed. “Oh, Marleen was so funny, the way she danced in the moonlight and always said: you’re the closest to heaven I will ever get. My Marleen never thought she’d make it to heaven, she had so much sorrow within… she couldn’t get pregnant you see, she thought that made her bad and it made her go to hell,” he chuckled and shook his head, “I don’t care where I go, as long as I follow her. Even if that’s to hell,” the man smiled. Amanda smiled as well and opened her mouth, “I-i just found out she’s pregnant,” Amanda said softly, smiling widely. “Oh, that’s great, congratulations,” he clapped his hands once, looking around the room. “This room… so sad,” Amanda nodded, “we ended up adopting have four kids,” he suddenly said. “Well they are adults now and have their own family. They wouldn’t want to be bothered by me, an old man… someone they can almost call their father,” he said. It was clear he wanted someone there for him, maybe Amanda could be that for him. “I’m here for you,” “but you and I both have to be here,” he stated. Amanda bit her lip, leaning her head back, “that’s true… I haven’t told my family. Not because I don’t think they wouldn’t care, but they wouldn’t leave me alone. I mean, just look at my wife, my family is worse than her,” the old man laughed a good old man laugh. “I’m Tom,” “Amanda,”

—

It’s been eight months since then, seven months since Tom died. Amanda can’t get their conversation out of her mind. She was thinking of Tom, and how in pain he had been in. Amanda was doing much better however. She was out of the hospital and enjoyed living life. As well as that, Amanda’s hair had finally started growing out again. She was kind of tired wearing bandanas all the time, even though she rocked them! “I’m so glad you’re better,” Shayne said, hugging Amanda. Her mind drifted off to Tom again. She half smiled and nodded, “where did you go?” He asked, noticing the lost look in her eyes. “Just thinking of someone I met, an old friend I guess you could say,” Amanda said, looking over at Angela, sleeping on a sun bed. Courtney walked over, her hand slipping around Shayne’s waist, “she fell asleep,” Courtney said. Amanda chuckled, “well, of course, carrying a baby boy cannot be easy,” Amanda said, sipping her water before walking over to her. She sat down on the bed beside her, stroking Angela’s hair. She hummed softly, grabbing a blanket in the box behind her, taking it over her. Angela smiled in her sleep. “I’m so lucky,” Angela whispered, Amanda smiled, stroking Angela’s belly gently. “I’m luckier… I’ll love you forever, you’re the closest to heaven I will ever be.”

[sage-lights]

could i rest here for a while?

word count: 1958 VidCon afterhours in Amanda and Angela's hotel room. (for the everyone in the amangela group chat. and especially for the kindest soul, @babychosen. ❤️‍🔥)

“Would you quit shuffling around over there? I can barely hear what’s going on in the 911 call,” Amanda chides, rolling her eyes playfully, though the flicker of frustration in her voice is mixed with a fondness she can't quite hide.

“Turn up the volume then! You’ve got a remote for a reason,” Angela fires back, her voice laced with mock annoyance.

Amanda turns on her side and looks over at the wiggling form to her left, “What are you even doing over there?”

“I’m trying to find a comfortable position to settle in.”

“You’ve sunk so far into the bed that it looks like the comforters are swallowing you whole,” comments Amanda. She leans forward to grab her phone from the nightstand between their beds and snaps a picture of Angela. In a sea of pearl white bed sheets, only Angela’s head pokes up out of the blanket.

“No, wait! No, don’t take a picture, ‘Manda!” Angela yells indignantly, thrashing slightly under the covers.

Amanda laughs at her mini tantrum, “You look like a floating head, Angie.” She turns the phone around to show Angela the photo in her camera roll.

“I look horrible in that! Oh my god, you have to delete it.”

Amanda hums in response, placing her phone back on the nightstand without deleting the picture, and directs her attention back to The First 48. She can hear Angela huffing out of frustration, and Amanda smiles to herself. On the screen, dramatic flashes of the evidence photos paired with an even more dramatic voiceover was setting the scene of the crime.

“The gruesome murder of the perfect all-american girl shook this otherwise quiet Nebraskan town. Who could’ve carried out such a horrific crime? All eyes turned to the quarterback boyfriend, the last person to see Jennifer Wiles alive.”

Amanda hears Angela snickers softly to herself and muses, “Imagine being in the voiceover booth for a job like this. Like, how many takes of this do you think they have to do?”

“Cut!” Amanda mocks, dropping her voice to a deep Southern accent, “Sorry, can we get that line again? Maybe this time, try to sound more like you’re a cop who couldn’t give less of a shit about this case. Alright, ready? Take 56, action!”

Angela repeats the voiceover, but with the strangest intonation and facial expressions known to man, causing Amanda to double over in laughter.

“Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound like that. It was like you were a baby learning to speak for the first time,” Amanda manages through labored breathing.

“That could be a fun game though,” muses Angela, “trying to give the worst line read ever.”

“Okay wait, I think you’re onto something!” They take turns, each read more outrageous than the last, their playful banter filling the room with warmth and joy. Eventually, after a particularly hilarious exchange that leaves them both breathless, they finally settle back into their cozy positions, the laughter slowly subsiding as they resume watching the show.

Suddenly, Angela shoots up from her slouched position and messily kicks the comforters off of herself. Before her feet are even fully situated in her hotel provided slippers, Angela is tripping over herself to get to the counter next to the TV with the coffee maker and concessions.

“What are you doing over there?” Amanda asks and then tilts her head, “Huh, feels like I was just asking you that.”

Angela rifles through the snacks, excitedly holding up a folded brown paper bag shrink wrapped plastic, “Amanda. Lehan. Canto. How good does popcorn sound right now? Every good movie night needs to have popcorn.”

Amanda raises an eyebrow skeptically, “Never once during our movie nights have you ever craved popcorn.”

“Okay, well, where the hell am I gonna find goat cheese, salami, and crackers to make a charcuterie board for us right now?” Angela rips the plastic wrapper off, crumbles it into a ball, and tosses it into the trash.

“Check the market pantry in the lobby,” shrugs Amanda.

“Ugh, too far away,” Angela sticks the unpopped kernels into the microwave and sets a timer for two minutes.

“Lazy.”

Angela sticks her tongue out at Amanda, “Yeah, and what about it?”

“You know you have to pay for that, right?” Amanda props her elbows up on her legs in front of her and rests her chin in her hands, watching Angela intently. The siren sounds of the Wiles case echoing from the shitty hotel speaks are momentarily forgotten.

“Company card, duh. Smosh can pay for it. VidCon is technically a company trip anyways.”

“I’m telling Ian and Anthony that you’re wasting their money on late night snacks. Gonna run Smosh into bankruptcy and then we’re all going to be out of jobs. All because someone wanted popcorn.”

“It’s one bag, ‘Manda, chill,” right as Angela begins to defend herself, the microwave dings. She grabs the inflated and buttery bag, but immediately drops it back onto the glass tray. Quietly, she whispers Ow, hot and opens the fridge under the desk to soothe her burnt fingertips against the cold interior walls.

“You okay?” Amanda asks, her voice softening.

“Yeah, the bag was just hotter than I expected.”

“Well, duh. It’s literally steaming because of the microwave.”

With her sufficiently iced fingers, Angela carefully carries the popcorn back over to her bed and settles back in, “Wow, and for a second I thought you were actually being nice to me.”

Now it’s Amanda’s turn to stick her tongue at Angela. Childish, she knows. But with Angela, she doesn’t feel embarrassed acting a little immature. And besides, Angela did it to her first.

Amanda sticks her hand out expectantly across the divide. Angela eyes her in disbelief, “You have the audacity to talk so much shit while I was making popcorn and now you want to ask for some? No way, go make yourself your own bag.”

“I don’t want a whole bag's worth, just, like, half a bag's worth.”

“Interesting. Splitting my bag between the two of us would mean you get half a bag of popcorn. Huh, how convenient!”

“You know what they say, sharing is caring!”

Reluctantly, Angela passes the bag over, “You’re lucky that I love you.”

Amanda slowly pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth, a smug grin spreading across her face as she savors the buttery flavor. Angela’s gaze lingers on Amanda’s lips for a moment before she shakes herself from the thought, quickly refocusing on the show.

For a while, they take turns handing the bag back and forth, sharing the snack like it’s a playful game. But as the night wears on and the light from the TV flickers dimly, the fun begins to fade. With every pass, Angela feels the weight of fatigue pulling her down, and the popcorn-sharing routine starts to feel tedious.

“Okay, I’m tired of you hogging all my popcorn,” Angela grumbles, half-heartedly glaring at Amanda. “Passing the bag back and forth is so fucking annoying.”

Amanda chuckles, “Alright, alright,” she replies, scooting over to the right side of her bed, “Here, we can share my bed instead.”

“Oh, of course. You’re making me move,” Angela says, but there’s no real annoyance in her tone. She’s already climbing out of her bed, shuffling over to Amanda’s side. Curling into Amanda’s warmth is one of the few moments where Angela feels her hyperactive brain quiet down completely. It’s peaceful beside Amanda; Amanda is her peace.

“Hey, you’re the one complaining about sharing the popcorn. I’m totally okay with tossing kernels into your mouth and having you catch them, if that’s more your speed.”

“Shut up, you’re stupid,” Angela half-heartedly retorts, pulling the blankets over her and mirroring the position she was in moments before in her own bed. Amanda mimics Angela’s position, sinking down further. She wraps her left arm around Angela’s shoulders, pulling her closer into her side. Angela, a willing victim, lets herself be enveloped in Amanda’s warmth. She rests her head on Amanda’s chest, sighing.

Nestled in the ripples of the blanket between them is their joint custody bag of popcorn, like a child squished between their parents. For the first time all night, they don’t say anything to each other.

It’s so silent that Amanda can hear Angela’s even breaths. She’s sure Angela can hear how fast her heart is beating through her chest. Unconsciously, Amanda begins to stroke the length of Angela’s arm with her fingers, feeling the warmth radiate between them.

As Amanda looks down at Angela, who was now fast asleep with the arm Amanda was caressing slung over her stomach, a warmth spreads through her chest. She finds herself wanting to lean down and press a soft kiss on Angela’s forehead. But as she leans closer, hesitation creeps in. She pulls back and clears her throat, trying to forget the urge.

After a while, Amanda can feel her eyes start to droop. She hasn’t paid much attention to this episode of The First 48 to be invested in seeing the resolution. 

“Baby,” Amanda whispers. No response. She tries again a little louder, “Ang? Angela?” Still nothing.

Fuck, Amanda thinks, What do I do?

For all the times they’ve had a movie night or simply hung out at each other’s apartments, never have they stayed the night, let alone shared a bed like this. What was the protocol for something like this? Was Amanda supposed to keep trying to wake Angela up? Maybe carry her back to her bed?

Amanda hesitated, glancing at the empty bed across the room, then down at Angela, who had curled closer into her side. The thought of waking her up felt wrong—she knew her friend had been working herself to the bone between the shooting schedule of Smosh, rehearsals for the newest Starkid musical, filming days for her podcast, and whatever other creative projects Angela promised her friends she’d be a part of. It seemed like this was the first time in days that she’d actually rested.

Maybe Amanda could move to Angela’s bed. Slowly, Amanda tries to sit up and release herself from Angela’s grasp. Unfortunately, it has the opposite effect as Angela holds onto Amanda even tighter, furrowing her eyebrows disappointedly.

Amanda sighed. She could move, give Angela her space, but the weight of exhaustion tugged at her, her limbs heavy with fatigue. Maybe it was fine—just for tonight.

Amanda feels around for the remote, turns off the TV, and gingerly places it on the nightstand. She’s careful not to hit Angela, and flicks the light switch off too, engulfing their room in darkness. She sank back into the pillow, carefully wrapping her arm around Angela again, her eyes fluttering shut almost instantly.

With another yawn, Amanda settles in. Before she knows it, she’s dead asleep as well, wrapping herself around Angela.

(Angela blinked, waking to a mouthful of hair that wasn’t her own. Her fingers twitched beneath something warm, and as her brain slowly caught up, she realized her hand was flat against Amanda’s stomach.

Oh, shit.

Her heart raced. She carefully glanced up, making sure Amanda was still asleep. Thankfully, she was, her features soft, her messy hair falling across her face.

Angela’s eyes lingered a moment too long—despite everything, Amanda still looked beautiful, even like this. But the panic snapped her back. Gently, she slid her hand out from under Amanda’s shirt and slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her.

Moving quickly, she rushed through her morning routine, her pulse still pounding in her ears as she fled the room. She just needed some space to think.)

(When Amanda wakes up, she immediately notices how cold the left side of the bed suddenly feels.)

[wandaslittlelove]

can you please do an amangela x reader fic like similar to your thoughts? obv no pressure but your thoughts were so cool 😭😭

reader could maybe be bratting at smosh like not focusing during smosh games or flirting with another cast member? honestly its up to you ill be happy with anything 😭

take as long as you need !! i love your work :)

Brat

Pairing: Angela Giarrantana x Amanda Lehan-Canto x Reader Warnings: Dom/sub themes, Reader has ADHD (they can't focus), I don't think I gave reader a gender

Monopoly was definitely not my favorite game. Especially when we played the cheaters addition. Trying to catch everyone cheating occupied my mind most of the game, usually always resulting in my loss. 

I sat in the middle of Arasha and Courtney as we played. It was about half way through the game and Angel had just taken all the five hundreds from the bank. We had been sitting here for a while so I started to get pretty bored and just wanted it to be over. I had started moving around a lot and was pretty much ignoring everyone at this point. I didn’t even realize it was my turn until Courtney tugged on my arm. I looked over at them and they smiled while handing me the dice. Glancing at Angela I saw her raise an eyebrow at me and I knew that I was on thin ice. 

I had spent most of the morning begging her and Amanda to let me stay home. I was just so tired plus they teased me all morning! But they said I just had to come. So not being in the best mood and wanting to get back at them I may have started flirting with Olivia which earned me a glare from Amanda as Angela dragged me away. I had been warned then but I couldn’t help it. I loved to get on their nerves. 

Once again I was snapped out of thoughts but this time it was by Angela.

“Bubs bubs BUBS” I looked up at her to see her with narrowed eyes. 

“What!” I snapped. After a second I realized how harsh it was and my eyes widened. The whole table was looking at us at this point causing my cheeks to flush. Angela was now giving me a death glare as she leaned back into her chair with her arms crossed. I once again took the dice and rolled. After a couple more rolls the game was over. Angela was in the lead because of the money she had stolen and I was in last. We all helped the crew clean up and then I was being dragged away by Angela. I knew exactly what she was doing. Looking for Amanda.

Once she found her she grabbed her arm and dragged her as well. I kept my head down as we were soon pulled into an empty room. 

“Ang? What's going on” Amanda questioned as we were both let go of.

“Why don’t you ask the brat.” I continued to look at the floor not wanting to look, already knowing what was in store.

“Honey?” I ignored her as I crossed my arms. I gasped as Amanda gripped my chin forcing me to look at her. “What did you do? Don’t make me ask again.” “I- I kept zoning out during filming” I answered. 

Angela came to stand beside Amanda “Tell her the rest.” ignoring her I attempted to get out of Amanda's grip but it only seemed to make her hold on more.

“You have three seconds. If you don’t tell me then I’ll make Ang tell me and if that happens your punishment will be worse. One two…”

“I yelled at her.” I said quietly but I knew she heard me. Her hand dropped from my face and she sighed. 

“I'm tired of your attitude. I could excuse this morning but yelling at Angela is NOT okay. You will apologize and then the rest of the day you'll be by my side. When we get home you'll get your punishment. Understood?” I said nothing as I looked at both of them. Angela was usually the softer one and caved easier so I looked at her with pleading eyes but she said nothing.

“I said Understand” Amanda said as she looked at me.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I understand Mommy. I'm sorry daddy.” I answered. This seems to satisfy Amanda for now and with a glance at the clock Angela sighs.

“I have to go. Ill see you two in a bit.” She kisses Amanda and then gives me a kiss on the head as she leaves. After a few minutes of silence Amanda pulls me into a hug and I burry my face into her chest.

[lilac-hecox]

Smoshblr Secret Santa Exchange 2024!

I wanted to throw together a Secret Santa for our smoshblr fandom and after polling you guys, you seemed into it so here it is!

I'll give you a little breakdown of the explanation/rules:

This event is 18+

The exchange is open to fics, art, Gif Sets, Moodboards, Playlists, edits, other fan created content

Sign-ups are from now (November 15th) until November 22nd. (If you missed sign-ups and would still like to participate you could sign up for pitch-hitting fill-ins in case we have drop outs!)

Pairings for gifter/giftee will be done on November 23rd.

Gifts will be posted between December 23rd-25th

As this is an event where you are making something for someone else secretly, we ask that if you do not think you can create something in the timeframe to please not sign-up as we do not want to have people not receive a gift.

Please fill out the Google Form for information on what you like, don't like, and what you're willing to create and receive.

Any questions, comments, concerns please reach out to me!

Reblogs are appreciated!

Huge credit to @shaynesunderstudy for creating this super cute graphic!

[baflegacy]

too good (to deny it)

In a flash, Olivia rushes toward Amanda, and Angela’s eyes are impossibly wide when she sees them crash their lips together.

(It’s not like Angela’s jealous, okay. She’s not.)

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a (very belated) birthday gift to @poppyfamily 🥳