#angela giarrantana fanfic

[angelagiarratana]

You're Staring Darling

so um, we can all agree that Angela's arms are incredibly hot so here we all go. sorry for the delay, work has been insane.

tw: slight smut

This is a completely fictional story.

The shoot day had all gone according to plan, with slight mishaps but nothing big. The last shoot of the day was some stupid idea Shayne had, Sniper Chess. You were sitting off camera, watching intently as the cast used the very high-powered ball-shooting NERF gun. You were responsible for calling out when the safety was off and ensuring the cast members kept their goggles on. Essentially Courtney made you a safety watch. You didn't think anything of it until Angela walked onto set wearing a tank top, her arms on display. "Shit," you thought. Angela's arms were an incredibly weak spot for your silly little crush on her.

Since day one of her working at Smosh you had a serious crush on her, but always brushed it away for the sake of being professional. However, anytime you saw her arms or freshly painted black nails, it became increasingly hard to stay professional. You had caught yourself staring at one too many times. Today was no different.

"Safety off." Angela announced as she lined up her shot, you echoed, "Safety off." The way her bicep tensed as she held the gun straight sent a shiver down your spine. Around round 3 Angela slipped her button-up back on, you assumed it was because she was cold. You were still gawking at her hands during the rest of the shoot. It never got in the way of your job, but it was still happening. As Courtney called cut you took off your own goggles and walked onto set to retrieve the gun. Angela handed it to you with a smile and wink. A WINK. Your knees almost buckled under you. "Thank you, I can take your goggles too." You held out your other hand and she placed them in your hand, letting hers linger for a second, "Hey could you help me get something from my car when you wrap up here?" You were taken aback by her question, she usually would've asked Amanda or Shayne but you agreed.

After emptying the gun, collecting the balls, and placing them into prop storage you found your way to Angela's desk, "Ready to be of assistance." She giggled at your faux British accent. "It'll be quick." She led the way to her car, comfortable silence falling between you two. She unlocked the car and opened the trunk, inside was a box full of different costumes, "Angela you literally weight lift, you could carry this." She smiled at you, "Yeah so I lied to get you alone. I have a question." You quirked your brow at her, "Okay?" Her tone dropped an octave, her entire demeanor changing. "Do you know why I put on my shirt during the shoot?" You shook your head, "Because it was cold as hell in the studio today?" She laughed for a second, "No. It's because I could feel someone staring at me and then I saw it was you, staring at my arms." She paused for a moment taking in how you were trying so hard to remain calm, "But then I wondered why you would be looking at my arms like that. Then I realized you do it every time I wear a tank top." You took a step back, your back hitting the car beside hers, "I don't know what you're talking about. I was making sure you were being safe." She stepped closer to you, then took off her button-up, tossing it into her trunk, "Oh really? So if I just," she then pressed her hand beside your head, leaning into you fucking booktok style, "it doesn't have any effect on you?"

HOLY SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING? You knew Angela could flirt but Jesus CHRIST. You swallowed hard and shook your head, "Uh- nope. It's just an arm." She leaned in closer, her lips inches from yours. She made direct eye contact and then grabbed your hip with her free hand, "I think that's a lie." You couldn't take it anymore, how close she was to you, the way her arm muscles were being perfectly lit by the California sun, the smug ass look in her eye, you grabbed her shirt pulling her lips onto yours. She smiled into the kiss and pulled your hips off the car and into hers, deepening the kiss. You let out a moan when she gripped your hip tighter and bit your lip softly. She pulled away smiling, noticing how your eyes immediately trained on her arm, "You're staring darling." You rolled your eyes and finally, after months, reached out and ran your fingers along her triceps, "Yeah for good fucking reason." Her hand on your hip loosened and her thumbs drew lazy circles on your hip bone, "You know you're not as sneaky as you thought you were Y/n." You grimaced, "I hate the thought of how long you knew." She dropped both her arms, turned away from you, and grabbed her shirt from the trunk, "6 months." Your jaw dropped, "6 fucking months! You waited 6 months to say something?" She laughed, grabbing the box from the trunk, "I had to one, make sure it wasn't all in my head, two you were actually gay, and three single." She closed the trunk and reached one of her hands out, you took it, "I'm glad I wore this shirt today." You giggled, "Me too."

[angelagiarratana]

Cute Top

silly goofy short thing

It was really hot in California, which is saying a lot because it’s, California. This weekend had been scorching hot. Shoots were canceled and the news talked about melting tires? The ac in the apartment was barely helping. It was so bad you and Angela slept not touching each other, with no blanket. So when you woke up to an email about the ac in the office, the coldest place to exist, going out, you were highly upset.

Anglea groaned and peeled herself out of bed, “I feel so gross all the time.” She immediately stripped out of her pj’s and disappeared into a cold shower. You followed her into the bathroom. You spoke as you leaned against the sink, “What if we went to the beach?” Angela chuckled, “It’s gonna be packed and arguably hotter there.” You thought for a second, “We could always go get ice cream, it’s usually cold in ice cream shops.”

The smell of cake cones flooded your senses as Angela opened the door for you. Ice cream was ordered and you two got comfortable at a table under the vent. With the heat you and her both were wearing crop tops and the shortest, but still acceptable shorts. A woman your age walked past you, glancing at your shirt. “Nice top!” You smiled at her and went to reply but Angela interrupted you, “She found me on the street.”

[angelagiarratana]

You Make It Easy

This is really similar to a blurb I saw last night but I wrote this early yesterday so….

The day you and Ang decided to tell the cast and crew at Smosh, you knew she was going to sneak it into every shoot. Really just to fuck with you. She knew if she played her cards right she could win any game, get you to laugh, blush, forget what you were saying, and you saw it in her eyes. It became a thing. People at work knew it was happening.

"You guys really waited for me, and then just took me out!" Angela waved her cast around for emphasis, the whole table laughing at how fast she lost UNO. "AG at least, we waited?" You and Courtney both puppy dog eyes at her, Arasha staring at Angela, waiting for her next move. Keith was already on it, "This is the part where Angela flirts with Y/n, she blushes, and everyone laughs at Angela's joke." Keith deadpanning at the camera. Angela was offended at Kieth exposing her newest bit like that. She went from feral guinea pig to cool as hell when she started flirting with you on camera. "Hey now!" Courtney slapped the table, "It's cute! Okay? Y/n absolutely melts and Angela gets that dopey look in her eyes!" Everyone laughed and moved on. What no one saw was Angela asking Keith if she should stop or tone it down for the sake of everyone. Keith hugged her, "Angela if I had an issue with your comedy I would come to you about." High fived her good hand and winked at her.

This time, it wasn't so sweet, it was alright hilarious. Angela was sitting on a stool along with Courtney, Ian, Chanse, and Amanda. You were waiting for your turn trying to think of literally anything, "Y/n! You're up!" Kiana called from behind the cameras. "Fuck it." You grabbed the first prop you could and walked out. You looked down at your hand to find Angela's phone, why was it on the prop rack? Great question! Your eyes went wide and you knew exactly what to do. You opened the camera and squatted awkwardly, filming them on the stools, "Wait could you do that again? It was really funny! I wanna put it on my Instagram story!" You moved closer to her, almost in her face. Courtney spitting. Angela held it in by avoiding eye contact but the second your eyes met, she lost it. Water flying directly onto your shirt, pants, hair, and her phone, "AG! You fucking spit on me!"

There was a beat, you swear you heard The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly playing. You saw the gears turn in her head, she made direct eye contact and said, "You act like it's the first time." Dead serious, straight face, and just stares at you as everyone loses it. Ian, Chanse, and Amanda all spit. The cast in the back comes walking out dying. Shayne is off-camera screaming. Your face goes bright red, your brain short-circuiting not knowing to laugh, run, or shoot back at her. You eventually give up, finally breaking eye contact and chuckling loudly. Your ribs hurt from laughter. Angela just sits on her stool, smug as hell.

After the shoot, Amanda walks up to the couch you were lying on giving you the cool mom look. You hid your face with your hands feeling very shy about Amanda knowing your sex life. She has such mother energy to her that just, made you feel so nervous about this. "Now, Y/n. I learned something very interesting about you today." She sat down at your feet. From behind your hands, you responded, "Yep." She tapped the back of your hand, "I can't hear you." She was fully accepting the bit at this point, trying anything to get you to take a deep breath. You moved your hands finally seeing the mom look she was wearing and laughed loudly. Amanda relaxed her posture and uncrossed her legs, fully becoming Amanda again. "No seriously how are you feeling?" She grabbed your ankle, "Angela is somewhere freaking out that she crossed a line with you and HR." Your heart dropped and you sat up, "Where is she?" You were on your feet Amanda following behind you as you walked.

Checking room after room, closet after closet until you finally found her outside sitting against the building. Amanda stayed inside but stood by the door. Angela saw you approaching and used her hand to brush away the dirt from the ground beside her. You smiled sadly at the action and plopped down beside her. Pulling her head onto your shoulder and hand into yours. She sniffled from your shoulder, "I'm sorry." You kissed her temple, "You don't need to be. It was funny. If it was an issue I would've lost it and silent laughed." She hummed. You rubbed her hand with your thumb, "And no one from HR or Ian or Zoe is looking for you. They would've said something during the shoot." She sighed, "Yeah. I just take things too far sometimes." You squeezed her hand, "You're in your head love. Everyone takes things too far once in a while, we're human. I wouldn't say it's something you do. You don't have to think that about yourself." She sniffled. There was a comforting silence.

After a few minutes, Amanda stuck her head out the door, "Hey, I don't want to interrupt but they're ready when we are. Kiana said no rush." You smiled and thanked her. She nodded and gave you the 'how is she look?', you smiled and mouthed 'she's okay'. She closed the door and went to grab both of your phones, water bottles, and a snack for Angela. Anglea picked her head up and looked at you. She took in the warmth of your gaze, how your hair was slightly moving with the wind, and how radiant you are. "Thank you for always knowing what to say." You smiled wide, "You never have to thank me, you make it easy." She pressed a sweet kiss to your lips and gave a look so full of love she didn't have to say it. "I love you too."

[angelagiarratana]

Casual

Def not inspired by a song... def not....

Angst? with a happy ending

Your weekends were the same, every single week. Friday you would get a text from her asking you to meet her and Chanse at Weho. You would show up, she would already have a drink waiting for you. By the way you finished it, she was pulling you out the door. Lips and teeth turn into a quiet uber ride home to your own bed and bathroom.

Until Uber’s turned into, “It’s really late, just stay”, and those turned into quiet mornings, AND THEN those turned into packing a sleepover bag and washing your faces together. Brunch with pancakes and holding hands under the table. Shared smiles and stolen glances. You knew what was happening, you knew it was not causal. 

Standing at the bar with her and a few friends, Chanse’s roommate spoke up, “Y/n how long have you and Ang been together?” The question took you aback, you chuckled a bit. “Oh no, we aren’t together. It’s just casual.” Chanse shot you both a look, “Oh, I thought-” Angela interrupted him, “Yeah it’s nothing serious. Relationships are scary and can suck'' Angela joked, but it struck a chord in you. Chanse slowly sipped his drink and stepped away. Angela shifted awkwardly on her feet. You simply chose to ignore it because asking what was wrong would be girlfriend behavior. 

Not soon after Angela was wrapping her arm around your waist and drawing lazy circles under the hem of your shirt. The act alone sent shivers up your spine and lit your skin on fire. She leaned into you, whispering in your ear, “Let’s go.” You didn’t argue, pulling out your card to pay your tab. Angela grabbed your hand, “I already paid, I said let’s go.” She spoke in the sweetest, most commanding voice and the mixture of the two made your head spin. 

By the time she pulled into the driveway you felt like you were going to explode. Her hand resting on your thigh kept moving higher and higher. Angela in this mood was addictive. She moved so purposefully, so confidently and was a distinct change from her normal all over the place personability. Angela leaned over the console and planted a single kiss on your neck, “You’re so beautiful.” She watched as your nose crinkled as you smiled. Her hands roamed freely, letting you know you weren’t making it into the apartment. 

A couple hours later you sat on her apartment balcony as she paced the living room on the phone with her brother. You kept hearing phrases like, “Only you can make this choice.” and “Maybe just sleep on it? It’s late.” You poked your head in to check on her, she caught your eye and you mouthed ‘everything okay?’ She put the phone on mute, “He’s overthinking something that happened with his girlfriend.” You raised an eyebrow, “Oh I’ve been there.” She handed you her phone, “Please, go right ahead.” You shot her a confused look and took the phone off mute, “Hey Angela’s brother. Um, from what I’ve gathered as an unbiased third party, I agree that you should sleep on it.” It came out all jumbled and weird, but he seemed to accept it as he took a defeated breath. “I don’t know who you are, but I think you’re right.” Angela took her phone back and said her goodbyes. You found your place back on the balcony. The question whirring in your head. The anxiety in your body made everything feel like it was vibrating. 

Angela sighed and sat down in the chair beside you, “Sorry about that. He knows he can always call, but he doesn’t always listen to me.” She wiped her hands on her sweatpants. She suddenly turned to you, “I’m sorry if that was weird, I was running out of options.” You grimaced and looked at her, “It was a little weird, but it made me think.” Angela shifted her entire focus to you, you swallowed and looked at the ground. “Are you sure this is still casual?” Angela let out the breath she was holding in, “Um,” Not comforting. “Fuck buddies don’t talk down your brother Ang.” She hung her head and started fidgeting with her hands. You reached out and took one of them causing her to look at you. “I don’t know what to call us Y/n. I obviously enjoy more than sex with you but,” You sighed and finished for her, “Relationships are scary and can suck.” She giggled, “Yeah.” 

Angela looked away first, “I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to undermine this and hurt you or make you feel objectified, but I don’t want to scare you away either.” You smiled, “I get that.” She looked back at you, “You always do. You’re so understanding and good at seeing things from others' perspectives.” She placed a kiss on the back of your hand. “It’s what drew me to you, from our first conversation.” You sighed sadly and took your hand from hers, “Angela, what do you want us to be?” She looked at Spork who was asleep on his bed on the balcony, “Wanna try a real date?” You beamed at her and she slowly turned her head to gauge your reaction. A smile graced her lips when she saw you smiling. “Only if you give a real, true kiss, no intentions behind it.” She laughed, “You and your hopeless romantic ass self.” 

She stood from her seat, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. One of her arms found it’s way around your waist, the other gently holding your cheek. You finally processed where your limbs were and dropped them over her shoulders. Angela seemed to be looking at each of your facial features individually, genuinely taking them in. You watched her eyes dance over your face before they found their way to yours, “Angela I swea-” She gently pressed her lips to yours, pulling your hips into hers. You tangled your hands in her hair and deepened the kiss. She pulled away with a smile on her face, “That was totally casual, right? Like I just kissed you passionately in a cool way?” You laughed loudly at her bit making her smile really big. Your laughing woke up Spork who barked a singular time. Angela just stared at you, and the way your nose crinkled. 

[angelagiarratana]

Ultraviolent pt. II

Angsty, tears, no more because spoilers!!

Angela looked from Chanse to you, “Um? The roommate?” You didn’t know what to say or do. Her presence alone was enough to overwhelm your senses, “Uh- I um- Listen-” Angela looked at you with a glint of hope in her eyes and it was absolutely gut-wrenching. The pain spread from your heart to your head. You blinked a few times to ground yourself, and your silence made Chanse step away and Angela start fidgeting with her fingers and looked at the ground. “Angela, can we talk?” Angela didn’t look at you but nodded. She headed towards the door and you followed silently, eyes focused on the back of head in case she ran this time. She pushed open the door to an office and clicked on a sound machine outside the door. You awkwardly slid past her through the doorway and found a place that felt good enough to stand in. The office was empty, a desk, a chair, a wire pen cup and nothing else. Angela shut the door and didn’t move any closer. 

Angela found a spot on the floor, pulled her legs to her chest, took a deep breath and opened the letter. Ripping open the envelope in a way that preserved her name in your hand writing. “My Dearest Angela, 

I write this with great regret and dread. You have been a light in my life through the darkest, coldest days. You warmed my heart with your smile, sent shivers down my spine with your words, and oh do you shine. You’re such a star.” Angela looked away from the letter to look at the bright pink sticky note above her bed. ‘You gonna be a star - y/n’ She gasped back a sob. 

“The world spins for you my dear, at least my world does. But it needs to spin for me. My love for you is so all consuming that I cannot love you, and take care of myself. I love you in the way I would skip class everyday to lay with you. I would sell all my belongings to pay for your bail. I love you in the way that makes me want to work a blue collar job to pay for your every want and need.” 

You took a deep, ragged breath, and pulled your sleeves over your hands. Angela spotted it and knew you were nervous, she remembered that tell from your Chemistry final sophomore year. You stayed up all night studying, quietly whispering formulas to yourself. Angela stayed up to listen to the way you processed information. She swallowed hard, “Y/n you wrecked me.” Tears formed in both of your eyes and Angela started pacing. “For so long I laid awake at night waiting for you to come home. To text me, call me, hell even like my Instagram post, but you never did.” Angela put her hands on her hips and took another deep breath, trying to remember what her therapist said. You went to speak up, “Ang-” “No. I have waited almost 9 years to say all of this to you.” Angela spoke in a tone that didn’t match how much love that was swirling in her gaze at you. You put your hands by your side and nodded, “To just leave? After I told you I loved you is fucked up,” She stuttered as if she was choking on saying your name so rudely, “Y/n.” She looked at the wall, “I’m sorry, that was rude.” 

Angela wiped snot from her face with her sleeve and then turned the page, “I don’t think you deserve the pain I know this will cause, but I have no choice. If I had you in any capacity you would consume my entire being and soul. God Angela I just melt into you in a way that is so vulnerable and warm. It’s honestly disgusting.” Angela giggled knowing you hated being cheesy and kept all your ushy gushy inside. You saying it to her made the pain worse for a couple moments. “I hope one day you can forgive me for this. I cleaned the whole place before I left. I even washed your dishes. They’re drying on your desk.” She peeked over the paper and saw the spotless mirror, freshly vacuumed rug and the pile of clean dishes. “I also stocked the coffee. Please take care of yourself, you deserve the best treatment from people, including yourself. Thank you for being my best friend. Stay loud, stay loving, and stay hopeful. Good luck with the rest of school. I hope you can forget me.

        Dreadfully, 

       Y/n” 

Angela threw the paper down and collapsed into sobs. She only moved to quickly reach up and grab the shirt you borrowed from her she slid under her pillow last night. She fell back to the floor, held the shirt in her arms and inhaled your scent. How dare you even suggest she could forget you? Angela didn’t move the rest of the night except when she sobbed. Her body jerking with every single one until she fell asleep.

You stepped closer to her, “No, be mean. I deserve it.” She snapped her head at you, “No you don’t.” You sighed, “Anglea I- I did something so awful to you.” Angela took a half step to you, “That doesn’t mean you deserve for me to be rude to you.” Angela shook her head, “I am really mad at you. God I thought I wasn’t anymore.” That stung, deep down. Angela looked at the door, back towards you. You started biting at your thumb nail and sighed deeply, attempting to purge the agony in your chest. You wanted to lump in your throat gone, because you would not cry right now. Angela took two breaths; one shallow and breathy, another deep and agonizing. Tears pricked at your eyes, guilt overwhelming you from head to toe. You disassociated eyes on the floor, teeth still working at your thumbnail. You were quickly spiraling. Angela swore the hair on the back of her neck stood up, she could sense your emotional state, even after all this time. She turned around and quickly made her way to you. She pulled your hand from your face, “Y/n?” You snapped back to the present, pain filled eyes meeting her concerned gaze. She didn’t drop your hand, it rang like a bell in your brain. She didn’t drop your hand. “Are you okay?” She looked at all your features, “I’m okay.” It came out sounding more weak than you wanted. She raised an eyebrow at you and tilted her head, “Y/n/n,” The second the nickname left her lips a sob escaped your lips, legs going limp. Angela grabbed your hips to catch you and she paused for a second, awkwardly holding you up before acting on instinct. 

Angela spent the next week feeling awful. She was silent in class, couldn’t get through a voice lesson without tearing up, and spent her time in bed. The same shirt waiting for her when she got out of class. She forced herself to eat, drink water and go to class because she knew you would be pissed if she didn’t. The clock hit 3:30 pm and Anglea immediately started packing up the empty piece of paper titled ‘Notes’. She didn’t hear a word her professor said and she didn’t care. Angela shoved her laptop in her bag and practically ran out of the building. The idea of running into a friend of yours of hers was her worst nightmare. Someone seeing the bags under her eyes, the sadness that swam in her eyes and dulled her skin. Stepping into the sun she took a deep breath and momentarily felt the warmth on her skin. “Fuck!” The exclamation pulled her out of the sun and into the now. She looked up to see you across the road picking up the books you were carrying. The world stopped moving and all of the sadness Anglea had shoved down for class came bubbling up and out. She took off running, down the sidewalk and into her dorm. Immediately finding your shirt and falling to the ground. 

Angela pulled your head to her chest as you sobbed, mumbled barely audible, “I’m sorry”s until Angela swore you would forget how to say any other word. She stroked your head and shushed you. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. The years of yearning and pain and hope were finally hitting her too. Truthfully, she wasn’t mad at you anymore. She just missed you. You pulled away from her, wiped your face and took a step back. Putting a weird amount of space between the two of you. Angela looked at you with a small smile, and it took you aback. “Why are you smiling?” Angela stepped back into your space, her face inches from yours. Her left hand finds your arm, drawing lazy circles on it. You were so bamboozled by her reaction that you didn’t move, “I just missed you.” You huffed, not satisfied, “What do you mean by that?” Angela giggled, her second hand falling onto your hip. “You're supposed to be mad at me, storm out, let me hurt like I hurt you. I don’t understand why you’re not mad at me?” Your voice was full of genuine confusion, Angela found it endearing. She got impossibly more into your personal space and whispered, “Y/n just admit you're happy I’m not doing that.” She spoke like it was a fact, there was no denying it, and she was absolutely correct. 

Your mouth opened and shut, no words coming out, Anglea had enough. “If you don’t fucking kiss me I’m going to change my mi-” She was happily interrupted by your lips on hers and your arms thrown around her neck. She pulled you closer into her by your hip, her grip tightening. It sent a shock down your spine and you shivered. Angela giggled against your lips before biting your bottom lip. You pulled away and stared into her eyes, “Angela I love you.” She beamed at you in the most adorable way possible before speaking, “I love you too Y/n.” She kissed your forehead and rested her chin on your cheek. “I guess this means you can have your Fleetwood Mac shirt back.” She spoke so casually and you pulled away from her in shock, “You still have my fucking shirt?” You yelled and smacked her arm. She laughed and jumped back, “It’s still on my bed.” The amount of happiness and love that coursed through your veins at the notion made you feel dizzy. A knock on the door ruined the moment and Anglea swallowed before opening it. A very nervous Chanse stood on the other side, “Is everything okay?” Angela nodded and you giggled. Chanse sighed in relief and put his hand on his forehead, “Thank fuck.” Angela laughed, and you joined her at the door. Her hand slid into your back pocket forcing you to slightly turn towards her. Chanse immediately clocked the body language and smiled, “Well when you two lovebirds are ready, Arasha wants to meet you Y/n.” You nodded and pulled away from Angela and followed him to the kitchen. Angela did a happy dance when you were out of sight and high-fived herself before leaving the office.

[angelagiarratana]

Anon Writes 1

You’re at a Smosh meet and greet at a con and when you and Angela lock eyes there’s just something™️ there. Later you’re on the con floor and you’re not really paying attention to where you’re walking, too busy looking at all the cool merch in the booths. You walk right into Angela. You basically become a stuttering mess. She flirts and you walk away with her number (ooorrrrr you walk with her to the nearest bathroom 😉)

Vidcon was something you both loved 

Angela came into the living room carrying Spork wearing her Vidcon hoodie. You paused the show and looked at her in the kitchen cooing at Spork. “I like your hoodie.” She looked at you, “Hm I wonder why?”

Some people from Smosh were over for a game night and Angela insisted on bringing Spork to play. Courtney put her phone down, "Wait is Y/n the girl from vidcon you wouldn't shut up about all week?" Angela scoffed, "Why would you expose me like that!" Shayne laughed loudly. Keith demanded, "Okay now I need to hear this story."

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“Have a good day!” You told the guy who just bought a t-shirt from you at Vidcon. The floor was packed with people from different fandoms trying to get to their creators before they sold out of what they wanted. A couple people who didn’t know of your work stopped by, the sticker table catching their attention. You weren’t paying any mind to it until you heard a laugh that was too familiar to you. You turned around to see Angela and a few of the others from Smosh at the table next to yours. The panic set in when she looked at you and you made eye contact. Her face lit up, “Oh my god! Y/n! I love your work!” Your face started burning, you knew you got some traction but Smosh knowing you existed? You were a fangirl at heart. “Hi! I also love your work. Huge Smosh fan.” She approached your table and set her full attention on you. Angela was transfixed by your features. The way your cheeks moved when you smile, how your eyes lit up when you talked about your upcoming projects. 

The 10 minute conversation felt like 10 seconds. Amanda walked over and grabbed her arm, “Hate to interrupt but we have a panel to get to.” Angela frowned, “Can I get your number or something so we can talk again this week?” Your heart stopped and you had to take a calming breath, “Of course, just text me!” She left you with the promise of getting drinks one night. The next night, your sitting at the hotel bar waiting for your friends to come down to walk to the party. Your phone buzzed on the bar and you set your glass down. 

Angela 

Going to the party?

Your cheeks lit up bright red. You picked up your phone and shot her back a text,

Yeah! I’m waiting for some friends to walk over together, be there soon

Angela

See you then pretty girl 

Time frozen, and before you could fully process it your friends came around the corner. You were pulled from your seat and dragged out the door, still speechless. It was a bold move from her end. Unless she saw right through you, she had no way of knowing what your feelings or intentions were. You mind raced as the elevator doors to the roof opened and flashing lights caught your attention. After a shot of liquid courage and a song belted with your friends, you opened your phone, 

Hey, I’m here. Are you here yet? 

Angela

One sec, I think I see you, don’t move

You looked around hoping to find her too. Faces you recognized, random influencer, DJ, Chanse, Angela, your friends, wait. You snapped your head back around to see her waving at you, dodging and weaving through the crowd. She was more dressed up than usual, but still in her dirty white shoes. When she reached you her mouth fell open, “You look amazing.” You smiled and thanked her, “You also look fantastic.” You didn’t hesitate to check her out, but regretted it when you met her eyes, a knowing look on her face. “Do you want another drink?” You simply nodded and grabbed her arm, making her slightly chuckle. 

A few more drinks in and the drinks have been long forgotten as you and Angela sat in a corner of the room on a couch, side by side, but face to face. Your legs thrown over hers. The corner was quiet enough to hear each other without others hearing. Angela swirled her glass of a watered-down vodka tonic, her attention fully on you, once again astonished at you. Angela could barely feel her legs but she wouldn’t dare say a word. “Actually moved to L.A. alone and just figured it out as I went. I had a plan but no real way to make it happen. I met a guy at a coffee shop because I complimented his mug and he gave me my first permanent job here.” Angela was awestruck, “That’s fucking awesome. That’s like the most Indie movie moment I have ever heard.” She put her hand on your knee, squeezing it. A jolt ran through you. Angela noticed how your breathing changed and you couldn’t look at her. “What’s so interesting over there beautiful?” She was laying it on THICK and you loved every second of it. 

“I really think that smaller theatre production companies make some of the best work and it rarely gets any recognition purely because of the lack of A-list cast members-“ “Hey Ang!” Chanse yelled as he jogged/drunkenly stumbled over, “We’re all heading out and you know the rules.” Angela sighed, “Come together, leave together.” She looked at you, a genuine pout on her face. “You’re so precious.” It came out so smooth and warm, you couldn’t believe it left YOUR mouth. Angela smiled and looked down at her lap. You put your hand on hers, “Go, I would do the same. I’ll text you tomorrow?” She nodded, “Let me know when you get back?” Your turn to nod. She lifted your hands pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. You moved your legs as Chanse dramatically gagged. “You fucker,” Angela stood from the couch and smacked his arm, “I’ll see you Y/n.” You waved and watched them as they danced over to the rest of the group and Courtney hugged Angela. 

You then stood looking for your own friends only to never find them. You checked their location to see them at the hotel, leaving you to walk back alone. You sighed and started back. You turned the corner into the hotel lobby and shivered from the AC. The lobby was still bustling with people drinking, playing games, filming, and getting extra pillows. As the elevator doors closed, you thanked the universe for the silence. 

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"And that's when I found her in the elevator, by herself, tipsy. I was absolutely gut-wrenched that they left her by herself four blocks from the hotel." Angela squeezed your hand. "I remember rambling about how much I wish I had just asked her to walk with us." Courtney immediately sat up, "That is the best YouTube love story I have ever heard." Amanda raised her hand, "Yeah I agree. That was straight romcom." Courtney hugged Amanda and they dramatically cried. You chuckled at them. "No that's just fanfiction." Spencer chimed in, "I would know, I did the research for fanfic theatre." The group chuckled and Angela looked at you. 3 months later and she can’t focus when she looks at you.

[angelagiarratana]

Fidget

Cute lil short story <3

Angela was always really easily excitable. It was a trait of hers everyone loved. She had the best reaction to good news, could make anyone smile and made people feel seen around her. However, that energy never went away, it just went to other places in her brain. Angela never realized she fidgeted until you talked to her about your fidgeting. The first time Angela came over she noticed the slew of fidget toys sitting around your place. She asked you about them which led to her sitting criss-cross on your floor silent for an hour.

The next week during a Board AF shoot Angela was really struggling to focus and comprehend what was happening. You noticed her right pointer finger picking at the skin on her thumb, her leg bouncing and her left hand twirling her hair. You said nothing, simply slipped out the fidget toy from your pocket and slipped into her right hand. She shot you a confused look but then a grateful smile.

“And we’re clear.” Courtney called out and the cast dispersed. You ended up at your desk looking through emails, fidget spinner in your hand. “Hey, Y/n, here’s your fidget back.” Angela stood behind your chair, with a smile on her face, “Thank you by the way.” You took the fidget from your hand, your fingers brushing over hers. Both of you taking a step away from each other, “Hey where did you get that from? I really liked it.” You looked at the piece of metal in your hand and held it back up to her, “Keep it.” She laughed, “No, I can’t take it from you.” You were deadset, “Angela I barely use it. It’s a backup, you know I have plenty.” You took a deep breath, “I’ll tell you what, if you can go two months without picking at your thumbs, I will take you to my secret place and buy you a new one?” Angela smiled and raised an eyebrow, “I’ll do it for a new fidget, a trip to your secret place and a date?” Angela brings it to set everyday.

After two months Angela’s thumb skin had grown back and she came to your desk, a huge smile on her face. “Y/n I believe you owe me something.” You stopped typing and spun around to look at her, fidget in her hand down by her side. You reached for her hands to which she proudly presented her thumbs, cocky smirk on her face. You nodded and dramatically made noises of approval. “Okay. We can go get you a new one.” You didn’t mention the date on purpose, wanting to know how serious she was about wanting it. “Don’t forget our date either!” You giggled at her and nodded, “Of course pretty girl.” Angela blushed deeply.

Angela walked you from her car to your door after your date. She watched the door close and kicked herself for not kissing you. She stuck her hand in her pocket to get her car keys when she felt the metal fidget in her pocket. That familiar warm feeling took over her face and neck and she found the courage to knock. Not that you had gone far, back against the door waiting to hear her car drive off before you called Courtney to gush. You opened the door sheepishly and Angela grabbed your chin, “Can I kiss you?”

[angelagiarratana]

Finally.

The hate me then fuck me trope, sue me. It's a long one.

sorry for the delay: finals kicked my ass.

tw: smut! slight degradation

When you joined Smosh a few months ago, it was apparent who you were going to get along with, who you would be friendly with, and who would hate you. You don’t know what you did to her but Angela hated you, or at least acted like it. It started out with her refusing to get to know you and turned into her flat-out ignoring your jokes and asking to chance shoot days.

“Y/n you gotta tell them about the fucking waiter last night,” Chanse laughs as he grabs his fork off his plate. It was lunch and you were at a table with him, Amanda, Courtney, and Angela. You were close with everyone here but Angela. You placed your fork onto your plate and cleared your throat, “This fucker, come back to our table to drop off the bill, looks at Chanse, looks at me, and hands me the bill.” Amanda’s face immediately lit up already entertained, “Amanda, wait, it gets better.” You started chuckling too. Fighting through laughter you finish, “And he goes, ‘She’s definitely the top babes.’ and then just walks away!” The table erupts into laughter except for her. She’s staring at you like you just took the last bottle of water in the entire world. “Angela, can we go talk?” Your question seemed to have taken her aback because she looked confused, “Um, yeah.” She awkwardly stood up and followed you out to the parking lot.

As the door shut you turned to her, arms crossed over your chest, “What did I do to you?” She looked at the ground, “I don’t know what you mean.” It was the quietest you’ve ever heard her talk. “You act like I did something horrible to you. You are nice to everyone but me, you joke with everyone but me, you go out of your way to avoid being in shoots with me. What is going on?” She bit her lip and shook her head, “You didn’t do anything Y/n.” You scoffed, “So enlighten me as to why you hate me.” She took a step closer to you, “I don’t hate you Y/n.” You scoffed yet again. “You act like it.” She didn’t know what to say, honestly, she acted that way towards to you because she wanted to know how you looked under her. She took a deep breath, “Y/n I act that way because I have to keep my distance from you. I’m not allowed to get close to you. If I get to know you I’m gonna do something stupid.” You just looked at her, “What Angela? What damage could you possibly do you are not already doing? Do you how it feels coming to work knowing someone here hates you?” She finally looked at you, tears welling in your eyes. Guilt hit her like a truck, “Fuck.” She pressed her hands against her forehead and walked backward a few steps. “Y/n, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I was in defense mode.” You stood like a statue. “But you did Angela.”

After a few moments you spoke, “Angela I’m putting pieces together in my head and if I’m putting them together correctly, I am going to be so pissed at you.” She looked at you confused. “What are you putting together?” She put her hands on her hips and looked at the ground. You took a few steps towards her, “Angela if we’ve been beefing this whole time when we could’ve been fucking I am going to kill you.” Angela snapped her head up to look at your face, your pupils dilated. It erupted something in her hearing you say that and the way your tongue darted out to wet your lips. She took that final step towards you grabbing your face and crashing her lips onto yours.

Your hands very quickly found her waist pulling her into you. Her lips moved softly but passionately against yours. She moved her hands to tangle in your hair giving it a tug, your mouth fell open and she took that as her chance to dominate the kiss. You felt like putty in her hands, melting into her grasp and into the kiss. Angela pulled away slowly and gave you a final peck. She kept her hands around your neck as she looked at you. Pupils blown, lips pink, and breathing heavy. “I am so not done with you.” She spoke so dominantly that it sent chills down your spine. “Do you have plans tonight?” You shook your head, unable to speak, your hands fiddling with the hem of the button-up she had thrown over her t-shirt. “Good, you're coming to my house after work. Is that okay angel?” She rubbed your cheek with one of her thumbs, “Yeah, I just would want to run home and shower after. I’m doing an active game later.” She nodded and smiled. “I’ll see you then pretty girl.” She kissed your cheek and walked back inside.

A few hours later you were nervously standing outside her apartment door trying to get the courage to knock. This was not what you were expecting to come of your conversation with her, but you weren't complaining either. You shook out your arms and took a deep breath,

knock knock knock

"One second." Not even a moment later the door opened. She was wearing sweatpants and a sports bra with her hair thrown up in a messy bun. Your eyes kept bouncing from her biceps to her abs to her hand on the door, "Do you want to come in or just gawk at me from the hall?" She giggled at your slightly open mouth as you checked her out. You nodded and quickly shuffled past her into the apartment which was so perfectly Angela. She shut the door and turned to you, "Let me see your bag." You handed it to her and she hung it up on a hook before bending down and helping you out of your shoes. "Do you want a drink? I have wine, tea, water." She made her way into the kitchen, so relaxed. You were still taking in nice Angela. "A glass of wine would be amazing, thank you." You stood at the doorway of the kitchen and watched as she poured two glasses. The way her hands looked when she gripped the bottle to pull the cork out reminded you why you were here. You set your phone on the counter and walked to her, slipping your arms around her waist. You placed a kiss on her neck and she hummed. "Drink your wine Y/n." You took the glass from her and leaned against her counter, "I wanna set out some ground rules first." You nodded as she spoke, "Before I do anything new I need verbal consent, a nod won't cut it. If at any point you want to stop tap me three times or say red." You took a large gulp of your wine, hoping it would help you relax a tad. "I don't expect you to up and run after. Stay as long you would like, we can order food if you're hungry after."

You took the last sip of your wine and set your glass down, "Are you done being nice?" She looked at you shocked, "Because it's quite frankly weird coming from you." You knew what you were doing but seeing how pissed she was only egged you on more. "The asshole I know you are is what you're best at." At that, Angela was slamming her glass down and pining you to the counter. One hand gripping your throat, the other on your hip, "Asshole?" She leaned in beside your ear, "I highly doubt you'll be saying that when I have you begging me to cum." She kissed behind your ear, placing tender kisses down your throat. "Fuck Angela." Her grip on your hip grew harsher and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Her hands found your ass squeezing eliciting a moan from you, "You sound so pretty moaning for me." You felt like you were going to burst if she didn't fuck you right then. "Angela please." She chuckled from your neck, "Please what? Use your words." You grabbed her shoulders trying to ground yourself enough to speak, "Please fuck me." She grabbed your hand pulling you towards her bedroom, the second you were close enough she shoved you down onto the bed. You scooted back until your head hit pillow, and she straddled you. "What's your code to get me to stop?" She stroked your cheeks softly, "Three taps or red." She smiled and kissed you gently, "Good girl." Two words sent you into oblivion.

She kissed you harder this time, biting your bottom lip before releasing it with a pop. She took her time kissing down your neck before she tugged on your shirt, you sat up and pulled it off. Her eyes grazed over you, soaking every inch you had given her, "You are so beautiful, honey." She kissed you as she reached behind you unclasping your bra, "Can I take this off angel?" You nodded and let out a quiet, "Please." She reveled in your wordlessness and it absolutely went to her head. She slipped it off your shoulders tossing it somewhere in the room and laid you back. "Fuck y/n." She took both your boobs in her hands kneading them. "You are so in for it." You swallowed harshly. She repositioned herself to comfortably take one of your nipples into her mouth biting gently. Your back arched and your hands flew to her head, "Fuck!" She giggled, wearing a shit-eating grin. "Can I fuck you pretty girl?" You nodded eagerly, "I need words." She pinched your nipple hard, "Yes! Fuck Angela." She tugged your leggings off, your underwear coming off next. She kissed your cheek as she slowly slid one of her fingers through your wetness, "All this for me?" You nodded and gripped her head harder. She used her thumb to circle your clit at a torturous pace giving you no real stimulation. "Angela I swear to god if you don't-" You were interrupted by her inserting two of her fingers into you, pumping slowly. She looked up at you, "What were you saying?" You bit your lip and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Her tongue dominated yours as she picked up speed with her hand. Her thumb brushed against your clit as she bit down on your lip. She pulled away and kissed down your torso.

Her lips wrapped around your clit as she curled her fingers to brush against your g-spot. "Angela please don't stop, please." She took her free hand to grip your hip so hard you swore it would leave a bruise. She could feel you getting close and counted her lucky stars she got to know what that felt like. "Am I still an asshole?" You let go of her head and gripped the sheets, hips thrusting, "No, fuck, no your not." She slowed her pace enough to piss you off but not enough to make you lose any real pleasure, "Apologize for being a brat." You looked at her and almost moaned just at the sight of her. Chin glistening, pupils blown and a dominating look in her eyes, "I'm sorry for being a brat now please let me cum." She smiled, "Such a good girl I didn't need to tell you to ask first." She picked up her pace, going faster and deeper than before, "You can cum for me when you want." She flicked your clit with her tongue expertly and you could feel the knot in your stomach about to burst open. "I'm gonna- fuck- daddy!" The name shot a bolt down Angela's abdomen, and she moaned against you sending you over the edge. Angela took in every drop you gave her as you came, her fingers slowly pulling out of you.

Just as you started to come down she was eating you like her last meal again. "Fuck Angela I already came." She pulled away only to quickly state, "You can cum for me one more time like the slut I know you are for me." The degradation mixed with your already sensitive clit sent you so close to another orgasm. She gripped your thighs forcing your legs open. The moans leaving your mouth were almost embarrassingly loud. She gently bit down on your clit making your second orgasm hit and hit hard. Your back arched off the bed as a primal moan left your throat. Angela gently cleaned you up as you gained feeling back in your face. She pressed gentle kisses up your thighs and torso until she reached your face. She placed three sweet kisses on your cheek, “You did so good angel.” She collapsed beside you and pulled you into her chest. You lay there until you felt human again.

“Holy fuck.” She giggled at your first words, “Yeah?” You nodded slowly, “Yeah.” She pressed a kiss to your head, “Am I still an asshole?” You looked up at her, “Yes because we could’ve done this a while ago.” She laughed out loud at you. You smiled. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” You nodded, “Okay, go to sleep, I’ve got you.” and you did. You fell asleep in the arms of the woman you swore hated you that same morning.

[angelagiarratana]

Pre-show Jitters

cute, little, npmd story

Angela nervously paces back and forth backstage, her heart pounding with anticipation. She's about to perform in Nerdy Prudes Must Die, but her nerves are getting the best of her. Wanting some reassurance, she pulls out her phone and dials your number. As the phone rings, she takes a deep breath, hoping that you will pick up.

Sat in the audience your phone starts to vibrate in your lap, "Uh hold that thought Court." You rose from your seat and quickly shuffled out to the lobby, "Hi sweet girl, everything okay?" Anglea nervously chewed on her thumbnail, "Yeah, I'm just feeling really ah! You know?" You smiled at the thought of her calling you for emotional support. "I think that it's been a really long time since you've performed on stage like this and it's normal to be nervous." Anglea stopped pacing and smiled at the ground. "Either way, I've seen the work you've put into this. You are prepared, you are ready, you're going to do amazing Angela. You are the most talented person I know." Audience members shuffled past you, heading to their seats.

Angela knew the surefire way to cure her pre-show jitters was to get her hands on you, "Could you meet me in the back alley really fast?" Your smile grew 10 sizes, "Of course." You hung up and slipped out the door. When you turned the corner to the alley Angela grabbed your shoulders pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. Once the shock had fallen, you wrapped your arms around her waist, drawing lazy patterns on her lower back. "Hi honey." The pet name made your stomach erupt in butterflies, "Hi my Broadway star." Angela giggled and took a deep breath, breathing in your scent and warmth.

Angela pulled away and grabbed your chin, "Thank you." Your cheeks flushed, "No need to thank me. I would always sneak away for you." Anglea then saw what you were wearing, a homemade crewneck that said, 'Grace Chastity's girlfriend'. "Oh my god, your shirt Y/n!" You giggled as you watched your girlfriend gawk at your creation. "Wait look at the back!" You turned around to show a picture of Spork wearing Grace's butterfly clips. Angela laughed loudly before grabbing your chin again. She pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer into her. Four kisses later, Angela was peeling herself off of you, "I need to go." You kissed her forehead, sending warmth directly to her cheek. "Go kick ass." She hugged you once more before disappearing inside.

"Everything okay?" Courtney asked as you returned to your seat. You sat down, and smiled at her, "Yeah, someone just had some pre-show jitters." Courtney smiled knowingly before returning to her conversation with Amanda. A few minutes later the lights dimmed and the starting notes played out.

After the show the Smosh gang took Angela and the cast out for dinner and a couple of drinks to celebrate opening night. Angela had been touching you in some way since the show ended, holding your hand, her hand resting on your knee while you ate. Angela showed her appreciation for you in many ways, but physical touch was a huge one for her. She could use physical touch to say what her mouth or brain couldn't.

"So you made this yourself?" Lauren asked as she sipped her drink, ice clinking in the glass. You nodded excitedly and let go of Angela's hand to show her the back in a photo you had taken earlier. While chatting with Lauren you could feel her looking at you, "One second Lauren." You looked at Angela, "Can I help you?" Anglea smiled widely, giggled a little then said, "You're my dream girl Y/n." The entire table either gagged, made some kind of disgusted dramatic noise, or awed. Angela went into defensive mode attacking those who gagged, "At least I'm getting laid, Shayne!" You laughed with Lauren at your girlfriend and thanked the heavens or whatever is up there for sending you, Angela.

[angelagiarratana]

Ultraviolent

Tapping your hands on your steering wheel you headed to pick up your friend from work. It was a perfect day outside. The sun was shining but it wasn't insanely hot as per usual in LA. You pulled into the parking lot, turned off the car, and got out. Shooting him a quick text. You looked for a door and saw his head poke out, waving you over. You slid your phone into your pocket, locked your car until it beeped twice, and walked in his direction. Upon entering the office you were greeted by hellos and hugs from the team you knew. Chanse grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the studio, "There's someone I want you to meet." You chuckled and went along with it.

The laughter coming from your dorm room told you she was already home. You opened the door and found her on the floor holding a script in her hand. "Hi, pretty girl." You beamed at her and set down your backpack, joining her on the floor. She finally stopped laughing and handed you the script, "Read the last line!" You eagerly took the script from her reading, "The flannel, combat boot combo tells me what you are, a lesbian." Your jaw dropped as you clutched your flannel and looked at the boots on the floor beside you. Angela giggled beside you, "It's you!" She swatted her with the script. "Hey! You know I love your lesbian-ism?" You chuckled at her and leaned to kiss her stopping inches from her lips, "At least I don't wear a chain like someone I know."

The laughter stops you in your tracks, it's the same laughter you listen for after every joke you tell. Chanse shot you a look and you looked across the room. She was already looking at you with those big brown eyes. The woman sitting next to her tried to break her stare. In an instant, she was on her feet walking as fast as possible in your direction. You froze...

"Angela don't tell me that!" You were putting on your shoes, ready to go to your friends' dorm for the night. Angela stood on the opposite side of the dorm from you, "What? I love you?" She took a slow step towards you. "Y/n I can't keep pretending that us sleeping together is just that." She took another step. "I can't pretend I don't think about getting out of bed and slipping into yours. Holding you while you slept." You were looking at everything but her, your feet, the wall. Panic sweeping over you. You finally looked at her, nothing but love present in her eyes. You had a choice to make and your flight or fight was kicking into gear. "Angela. I can't-" A sob escaped your lips, "I'm going to Clara's." You grabbed your keys and walked out. Leaving her on the floor in tears.

"Y/n!" She extended her arms inviting you in for a hug. You took a deep breath and wrapped your arms around her shoulders. Breathing in the warmth you missed so much. She rubbed your lower back with her left hand. Chanse spoke up, "Wait you already know each other?" Angela pulled away wiping her hands on her pants. "Yeah! We went to college together." You nodded in agreeance, desperately trying to find your voice. "We were actually roommates." The pieces clicked in Chanse's head, "Oh my god! Angela's the roommate!" He slapped his hand over his mouth.

Angela came back from her first class of the day, opened the door and her heart stopped. All your stuff was gone, nothing but a letter on your mattress. She picked it up and read it immediately.

[angelagiarratana]

The Hundred Dollar Bet

Happy New Year!

You were prepping for the upcoming night with Amanda’s bet hanging over your head. You had confided in Amanda a couple of months back about your feelings for a certain Italian woman…

“I think falling in love is a little dramatic Amanda.” You glared at her and she gave you a knowing look from across your living room. “Y/n you just told me you can’t breathe when she’s close to you because you just want to reach out and touch her.” She looked over her wine glass at you and smirked. You flopped back onto the couch with a loud groan, “What do I even do?” Amanda laughed, “Y/n/n, you tell her.” You shot up. 

“I cannot do that, what if it ruins everything.” You looked sadly at Amanda, pitiful almost. “I promise you won’t. I will bet $100 you won’t, but you have to do it before the year is over.” You looked at the fall decor you just put out across your apartment, 3 months, you could do that, “Fine.”

You decided it was now or never and picked up your phone. You decided to just Facetime her rather than waiting on a reply. 

Ring, ring- 

Angela’s face popped up on your screen. She was obviously sat at her desk working? “Angela! Happy New years!” Angela's heart skips a beat as she hears your greeting. She can't help but feel a surge of happiness knowing you remembered and took the time to wish her a Happy New Year.

“Happy New Year, Y/n! Thank you so much for thinking of me.”

She raises her imaginary glass, playfully toasting to the future, her eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than usual before setting her eyes back on Spork. Secretly, she hopes that this year will bring them closer, and that her subtle attempts to win your affection won't go unnoticed.

“Do you have plans for tonight?” 

Angela's heart flutters with anticipation. She takes a moment to compose herself and respond, trying to keep her excitement in check. “Oh, um, not really. I don't have any concrete plans for tonight.”  She tries to keep her voice casual, even though deep down she hopes you'll invite her to join in on your celebrations.

“I was going to go out with a couple friends if you want to join?”

Her heart skips a beat at your invitation. She tries her best to hide her excitement, but a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “Really? I would love to join you and your friends, Y/n! It sounds like a fun way to ring in the New Year.

Her voice carries a mix of joy and nervousness, as she tries to maintain her composure while secretly hoping this could be a chance to spend more time with you outside of work. “10:30 tonight at Sage work for you?” She quickly notes down the details, trying to hide the excitement bubbling inside her.

“Perfect! I'll be there.” You stared at her for a moment, taking in her messy bun and hoodie. She looked perfect. “What dress code are we going for?” You thought for a moment, there was no agreed upon vibe for tonight, “Wear something black.” She smiled, “Black got it. I’ll see you later?” You nodded. 

After the call you jumped into hyper mode, calling your friends to let them know and trying on 14 different outfits. 

“You were so drunk, dude! Don’t try to deny it” Your friends were retelling a story from a few months ago when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Behind you stood Angela wearing black jeans and a sparkly black, tiny, top. She was wearing more makeup than you had ever seen her in, but she looked perfect. Angela took a moment to let her eyes sweep over you, a beautiful white dress adorning your body in a way that hugged your curves just right. The bar is filled with lively music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses.

Throughout the night, Angela subtly finds ways to interact with you, catching your eye during funny moments or sharing inside jokes. She laughs at your jokes a little too loudly, her eyes shining with genuine joy. She's also attentive to your needs, casually offering to grab your favorite drink or checking in on you to make sure you're having a good time. All the while, she tries her best to give you small hints of her feelings, hoping you'll notice and reciprocate.

As the countdown to the New Year begins, Angela leans in closer, her voice filled with excitement.“Can you believe it's almost midnight?” She gently brushes her hand against yours as if by accident, her heart racing with hope that her subtle advances haven't gone unnoticed. You turn to face her, grabbing her hand, “I’m glad you came tonight.”  A rush of emotions fills her. Her heart skips a beat as she feels the warmth of your touch, a mix of surprise and joy spreading across her face. “I’m glad I came too, Y/n.”

Her voice is filled with a mixture of relief and happiness, her eyes locked with yours. In that moment, the loud bar seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you entwined in a shared connection. A shy, yet genuine smile spreads across your lips.

But deep down, you still can't shake off your fears of her not feeling the same way.

As 11:59 came around you took a deep breath, “Angela I need to tell you something?” Angela holding her glass in the other turned to you, “What’s up? Do I have nachos on my face?” You chuckled and shook your head, “No, it’s not that.” Someone from across the bar called out 30 seconds, “Angela I really like you. As in I want to go on dates, and sip wine on your couch. I want to hold your hand and scratch your back. I want to suprise you with flowers and coffee in bed. I want it all with you.” Angela's heart skips a beat as she listens to your heartfelt confession. Her eyes widen with surprise and a mix of excitement and happiness fills her. 

As the clock strikes midnight, the bar erupts into cheers and applause. The room is filled with excitement and Angela grabs your chin, placing her lips on yours. The hand holding the glass snakes around your waist, pulling you into her. You let yourself melt into the kiss, hand falling into her hair. 

When you pull away you rest your forehead on hers, making a mental note to cashapp request Amanda for $100. 

[angelagiarratana]

Masterlist

color code: fluff - smut - angst

Comfort Call

Finally

Sex Catch Phrase

You're Staring Darling

Christmas with AG

The Hundred Dollar Bet

Pre-show Jitters

You Make It Easy

Anon Writes 1 (a whisper of angst, if you squint)

Ultraviolent

Ultraviolent pt. II

[angelagiarratana]

Sex Catch Phrase

no proof read because it's finals week bitches

You were sitting on your couch reading a book after work when there was a frantic knock on your door. "Coming!" You had a feeling it was Angela based on the knock itself.

You opened the door to a very nervous-looking Angela, picking at her nails, "Hey, is everything okay?" You asked as she walked into your apartment.

"Y/n, I am so sorry." Your eyebrow quirked in confusion, "For what love?" She was pacing back and forth through your kitchen. "I made a joke about Damien's sex catchphrase and I already know how social media and the viewers are gonna run with it." You smiled, "That's not something you need to apologize for. I know you aren't sleeping with him." She sighed sadly, "I know, I just know that if were public Instagram and TikTok wouldn't flood with edits of Damien and me."

You and Angela had been together for a few months. She wanted to keep it quiet for a bit to keep both of you from being berated early into it. Angela's mind was racing through the pros and cons as she paced back and forth, her eyes glued to the floor. You stepped in front of her to stop her pacing, "Hey. I knew what I was getting into. Even if we were public you would still get edits with your co-workers, I mean you and Amanda have a whole ship name and she's married." She finally took her eyes off the floor to look you in the eyes. A few seconds of looking into your eyes and she knew. Angela engulfed you in a hug, burying her face into your neck.

"I'm sorry I got all worked up. I just feel like a ticking time bomb because I have this big secret." She confessed from your neck, her breath tickling your skin. You rubbed her back lovingly, "I don't want to be a stressor for you AG." You felt dirty for admitting it but you hated the idea of causing her this much stress. Her head shot up and she grabbed your biceps, "Y/N, don't ever say that again. You are not a stressor. You are not a burden. You are the sunshine in my life." She pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose causing you to blush. "I think I'm ready if you are?" She said softly causing your eyes to widen. "I'm ready whenever you are love." She smiled for the first time this whole night, like really smiled. "So I'll make a post later. I wanna scream from the rooftops that you're mine." She added some husk to her voice on the 'mine' sending shivers down your spine. Her intentions very clear to you, "Oh? Yours? Are you sure?" You pulled out of her grasp running into the living room, her chasing after you laughing. She tackled you onto the couch, straddling your lap before erupting into loud laughter.

When you both finally stopped laughing, she smiled lovingly down at you and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, "Here's to coming out," she whispered as she leaned into your lips. There was something new in that kiss, it felt larger than words can describe. Maybe there was a word for the twinkling in Angela's eyes, how you made her feel so soft, how you made her muscles ache for your touch, maybe it was love?

[angelagiarratana]

In Every Universe

Angela has a deep side to her that few see, but you have the honor of seeing it.

AN: This is a short one but it was living in my head rent free so

You were sitting on a couch in the office, Angela sitting on the floor in front of you. She asked you to braid her hair before the next shoot, so here you were.

"Hey Angela can I ask you a question?" Angela stops scrolling on her phone to give you her full attention. She nods, a soft smile playing on her lips, not that you could see it. "Of course y/n, you can ask me anything. What's on your mind?"

You knew the question was stupid but you were curious to see how she would answer, "Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"

Angela's eyes widen in awe at your question, taken aback by the depth of it. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts, "That's a beautiful thought, Rylee. While I can't say for certain about every universe, I believe that our connection goes beyond this realm. There's something special between us, a bond that runs deep. Whether it's through destined soulmates or just sheer cosmic luck, I truly believe that we were meant to find each other in this universe."

Your hands stopped moving, taken aback by the depth of her answer. You knew she had a cheesy, deep side to her but this was beyond what you thought she would say. However, her answer warmed your soul and a large smile grew on your face. "Look at you, silly goofy Anglea being all cheesy and deep." Angela blushed at your playful remark, a mix of embarrassment and amusement dancing in her eyes. She lets out a giggle, trying to play it off. "Hey now, don't give away all my secrets! Cheesy is my middle name."

She chuckles, a hint of playfulness in her voice. Deep down, she's grateful that you appreciate her quirks and find them endearing.

"But hey, I promise to keep the cheesiness to a manageable level. Don't want to overwhelm you with too much cheese, now do we?"

You were always honored when Angela let down her playful, chaotic side with you and this time was no different.

[angelagiarratana]

On my knees begging for someone to write some Angela fan fic.

[angelagiarratana]

Christmas with AG

Merry Christmas and happy holidays! The timeline doesn’t fit reality but let’s call it Christmas ✨ magic ✨

4 Christmas experiences with Angela

~ The First Christmas ~

Angela and you take Christmas seriously, so it was no surprise when you both showed up to the office holiday party in ugly sweaters. Immediately recognizing you were the only two. “Y/n, your sweater is awful!” Angela said as she giggled at the bows and garland hot glued to your sweater. You took in the many photos of Spork in a santa hat attached to hers, “Of course your sweater is about your dog!” The two of you clinked glasses and she made eye contact with you as she sipped her wine. The warmth in her eyes made your cheeks turn hot pink. “Are you gonna sing karaoke?” You asked as you found a stool to sit on. “Yeah! I was thinking of doing I’ll be home for Christmas. It’s one of my favorites.” You lit up as your family came to mind, “Me too! My family’s out of state and I will always be home for Christmas eve.” She asked you about your family, your parents, siblings. Paying full attention to you despite the bustle around you and multiple people trying to pull her away for photos, “Ang! Come here for a second.” Chanse beckoned for her, “One minute, I wanna hear about Y/n’s niece.” Your stomach did backflips, solidifying the feeling you were ignoring, you really liked Angela.

After the party Angela approached you, “Do you need a ride home? You’ve had quite a bit of cider.” She took your keys from your hand, “Yes actually, thank you.” She helped you put on your jacket and took your hand, leading you to her car. While she drove soft Christmas music played from the radio. You looked out the window at the lights on the businesses and houses. Angela kept glancing over at you, admiring your beauty as you stared in awe. A smile appeared on her lips and she let it stay there.

“This is me.” You turned to a halt outside your door facing her. She had this absolutely radiant smile on her face. She handed you your keys and held your waist as you unlocked the door. The move had you swooning. You opened the door and sadly her hands dropped. She leaned against the doorframe, “I’ll see you next year?” That joke is so over done but somehow it made you laugh, you nodded and then smiled at her, “Goodnight Angela.” But you didn’t close the door, you two just stared at each other for a good 20 seconds, “Y/n, I really want to kiss you.” You sighed, “Then do it.”

~ Christmas Apart ~

Due to your family being out of state, you and Angela would be spending Christmas apart. Angela was obviously a little bummed about it, but she knows how important being with your family is. So she drove you to the airport, gave you a very special Christmas kiss. “Okay,” she said pulling away from you, “I have something for you.” She pulled out a little white box from her pocket, a red bow tied on it. “Angela, you didn’t have to.” You smiled, cheeks now matching the bow. “Yeah but I wanted to. Open it!” You took it from her and pulled the bow off. You looked at her before opening the box. She was bouncing on her toes, excitement bursting from her. You giggled and pulled off the lid, “Holy-“

It was a simple silver band ring with a small emerald, “Angela-“ “No! Don’t tell me I shouldn’t have. Listen, I know it’s only been a year.” She paused and took a breath, “But I feel so happy with you and safe. I can be Angela, weird and loud and anxious. You love the parts of me I even hate.” She took the ring from the box and slipped it on your finger, “This is a promise to try for the rest of my life to make you happy.” She placed a kiss on your knuckle.

Tears poured down your eyes in the middle of LAX. “You are so precious.” You grabbed her shirt, yanking her into a kiss. You poured every ounce of love from your soul into the kiss. Her hands gripped your hoodie, keeping you from pulling away.

Eventually she let go and leaned her forehead on yours, “I’ll see you in the next year Y/n.”

The ring has lived on your hand since that moment.

~ Christmas Gift~

Excitement fluttered through the living room as you and your family gathered to open presents. You were passing out gifts using a cheesy Santa voice wearing a Santa hat when you heard, “That’s a pretty good Santa.” Your head whipped around to see Angela in matching Christmas PJ’s to yours. Your jaw fell open and you flew across the living room to her, wrapping your arms around her neck. She immediately caught you as your legs wrapped around her waist. She laughed and your family watched with huge smiles. You buried your face into her neck and she whispered, “Merry Christmas pretty girl.” She put your down but then put her arms around your waist. You just stared at her in awe, “How? What?” She giggled at your confusion before answering, “I planned it all with your mom. She snuck me in about 10 minutes so I could change and find the perfect time to surprise you.” You smiled impossibly big and kissed her quickly. “Merry Christmas honey.” She blushed at the pet name and looked down, you still gave her huge butterflies.

She found a spot on the floor next to you and watched your family interact with each other. She had met them before but loved observing you with them. She took the time to really look at you, messy bun, glowing cheeks, eyes glistening with excitement and joy. You felt eyes on you and looked at her, “What?” She grabbed your chin, “You’re just the prettiest ever.” You smiled as happy tears brimmed your eyes. She noticed and her eyes started to water. The moment quickly ended when your dad threw a pillow at you, “Get a room!” Everyone laughed.

“Hey Angela could you give me a hand in the kitchen?” Your mom smiled at her from the doorway. Angela kissed your cheek and stood, “I would love to.” Your mom quickly noticed how much Angela loved to cook the first time they met and now they cook together every time they’re together. Your dad watched as you watched Angela walk with your mom laughing at something she said. “She’s a keeper.” You rolled your eyes, “Dad.” He put a hand up, “No, I’m not going to tell you to do it now or soon, just don’t let her go.” He made a fist, “Fight for it.” You smiled at him knowingly.

~ THE Holiday Party ~

Angela was preoccupied all day, obviously nervous about something. You checked in on her all day, even offering for you two to skip the holiday party. She declined and said she just needed a nap. Which was believable after the night you had the night before. Anyways.

As holiday music blasted and drinks were clinked, Angela fiddled with the box in her pocket. Her nerves clawing at her. She knew you would say yes because marriage was a conversation you two have had in depth many times. She was more nervous about fucking up her words. Plus she only had one hand because of the sling. You were joking around with Courtney and Ian when she pulled away from you, “I’ll be right back.” She pressed a kiss to your cheek and walked into the crowd. A few moments later you heard Amanda on the mic, “Hi guys!” Everyone replied back in their own ways, “So tonight we are going to do something a little different. A few of us prepared a toast for the evening.” People cheered, “To start us out we have the feral guinea pig with one arm and a dream, Angelan Giarratana!” People clapped and cheered as Angela took the stage. Amanda placed the mic back onto the stand and stepped off.

You turned to face your attention on her, a huge smile on your face. She cleared her throat and began, “A couple years ago when I started at Smosh, I remember being so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of talent present.” She used her good arm to gesture to everyone, her eyes finding yours for a moment. That alone gave both of you butterflies. “Ian is really good at dressing badly, Anthony is good at comebacks and Garret makes a mean catfood nugget.” Everyone laughed and Garret faked hurt. “But there’s one person I want to highlight specifically.” She looked at you, “Y/n, come here honey.” You handed a Courtney your glass and joined Angela on stage. People clapped and you could hear Chanse yell, “My favorite lesbians!”

Angela used her good arm to hold your hand, “Y/n is one of the best people to walk this earth. She is kind to the levels of a superhero. She is so fucking funny that over the years we’ve been together I’ve grown a 6 pack. Y/n has so much drive and passion that I am envious. If she wants something, she gets it. She has the biggest heart and it shows when she’s with her niece and family and dogs.” She swallowed hard. Tears welled in your eyes as you put the pieces together. “The night we started dating it was after a Smosh holiday party. I drove her home because she quote on quote had too much cider. I really just wanted to kiss her but don’t tell her that.” You giggled at the memory, knowing you were sober in the moment but let take you home anyways. “Y/n, I have loved every second I have been honored to have with you. It has been an honor to watch your grow and change. I have loved every version of you I have gotten to meet. Especially the theatre girlfriend version that handmakes a hoodie that says ‘Grace Chasity’s girlfriend’ and then wears it to the show.” From across the room you hear the Starkid cast cheer. You immediately knew that she invited them to witness this moment.

“Y/n, I want to continue to be your trainwreck for the rest of time. I wanna love you till we’re food for the worms to eat.” She let go of your hand, pulling a box from her sling which made you chuckle. She dropped to one knee and opened the box revealing a fancier version of your promise ring, “Y/n y/l/n, will you let me continue to love you and marry me?” Tears poured down your face and you nodded, “Of course honey.” She jumped up and you grabbed her waist pulling into a passionate kiss. Your friends, coworkers and others cheered. You pulled away from her and used one finger to take out the ring and another to drop the box. You raised your hand to hers and she slipped the ring on. She grabbed your chin and looked directly into your eyes, her cheeks wet, “I love you.” You sobbed, “I love you so much.”

After receiving many congratulations from loved ones you and Angela snuck outside for a moment of peace. You were standing against the building, Angela leaned into your side. She was holding your left hand fiddling with the ring, a huge smile on her face. You finally spoke, “Why the holiday party? I loved it, it was perfect, you know I just like to know your thoughts.” Angela knew exactly what you meant, you didn’t dislike it, you were just curious. “This is our second family. They have watched us grow as a couple, supported us through the bad and I wanted them to be apart of it. Plus it’s how we started.” You smiled. “I completely agree with you.” She sighed in content, “I invited the Starkid gang because they’re the ones who hyped me up to make my move.” You laughed out loud at the idea of them hyping Angela up between runs of Black Friday.

Everything was perfect; Angela (duh), the ring, your job, your step-dog.

Angela watched as you stared in awe at the christmas lights on the buildings of downtown LA, just like the moment she knew you were the one.

AN: Happy holidays! I hope your holidays are full of smiles and belly laughs. Eat cookies, drink cider, and fuck bitches.