#arasha knowing NOTHING

[babychosen]

today's games episode ending with chanse and arasha losing it over angela farting and amanda laughing with them but not knowing why and then angela adamantly refusing it was fucking amazing

[captainamericasshieldandhelmet]

Kaleidoscope | Spencer Agnew x Reader

Summary: You and Spencer dated for a few years in college, however, to live out your dream you move from LA to New York. You end up breaking up with him and are heartbroken. Fast forward to a few years later, you start working for Smosh and reunite with him again. Will you guys reconnect an old love?

A/n: Hi this is one of my first fanfics that I’ve written! There’s been a Spencer drought in fanfics on here so I decided to hop on and see if I can write something. It’s my first time writing for him so please let me know how I did and if you would like more! (If anyone even reads this 😭😭)

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8 Years prior

“Spencer I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” Your voice was heard through the phone. You heard Spencer sigh. “What?” You felt tears coming down your face, not that Spencer could see.

You took a deep breath, “it’s just so hard-.” You stopped yourself trying to hold back a sob. “We barely have time to talk, we’re both so busy a-and it’s just been getting too much between us and work.” You stuttered out.

You could hear Spencer crying on the other line. “So we’re just done?” He asked, his voice full of anger.

A sigh left your lips not knowing what to do. “Spencer we’re in different states all the way across the country from one another. We don’t have time for each other anymore. I thought that this would work but-.” You stopped yourself, not knowing what else to say.

Spencer let out a shaky breath as he spoke up. “Fine if you don’t want to try anymore and give up on three years of us, then do it.”

You started to let out your cries as you tried speaking. “No Spencer it’s not that! I love you so much I-.” And then the line went dead.

All you heard was a beep, knowing that he had hung up the phone. You tried calling him back, the call going straight to voicemail. You tried a few times until a text popped up. “We’re done.” Was all the message that Spencer had sent. You finally let yourself break, the tears falling freely. You guys were done and nothing could change that, you had just hoped that you made the right decision.

Present time

You heard your name being called and stood up to grab your coffee order. You bid them a thank you as you walked to the office. Today was your first day working for Smosh and you couldn’t have been more excited. About a month ago you had auditioned for them seeing that they had an opening. You thought it’d be perfect since you were moving back to LA and you had been a Smosh fan for a few years. Hearing back from them saying they thought you would fit in felt like a dream. You had applied to be both cast and crew, being able to edit some videos and be apart of the videos as well. Walking up to the office you took a deep breath and headed inside, ready for your first day.

Once you stepped inside, you headed to the office to start with introductions first. Reaching the office you ran into Selina who couldn’t be more excited to show you around.

“Hey y/n! So glad to see you again.” She said. “We’re going to start with introductions first just to get things situated and then we’ll show you where you’ll be working at.” You smiled at her joyfulness, “Sounds great, I can’t wait to meet everyone!” You said.

After meeting with Ian and Anthony of course, Selina took you to meet the rest of the cast and crew. Since they were about to start filming for a TNTL, she thought it’d be a great idea to be able to introduce you to more people. As you both stepped in you noticed how bright the set was, you could feel the excitement bubbling in you on being able to work here.

Selina grabbed everyone’s attention to let you have your introduction. From watching Smosh before, you had known who most of the cast were. You saw Courtney, Shayne, Angela, Amanda, Tommy, Chanse, and Arasha. You gave everyone a huge smile while introducing yourself. “It’s so nice to meet everyone! I’m y/n and I’ll be in a few videos with you guys as well as being able to edit them.”

Everyone had smiled at you and properly introduced themselves to you as well. Arasha was finishing her introduction when you heard the door open. “There he is! He’s barely becoming a cast member just like you too.” You heard Shayne say. As you went to turn around to introduce yourself, you heard Shayne say his name. “Y/n this is Spencer, Spencer this is y/n!” At that moment you were fully turned around to him.

You saw him, he looked the same from the last time you had seen him, only with a little more of a stubble now and older. You could see all the years you’ve been apart show in his face. You couldn’t remember in the moment just how long it had been, you just stood in shock as your eyes met Spencer’s.

Spencer looked down at you, shock in his face along with guilt and anger. “Y/n?” Was all he could say.

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A/n: I hope this turned out good! Let me know if y’all would want me to continue this. :)) Also I’m naming this kaleidoscope after Chappell Roan’s song “kaleidoscope.” I don’t know if that makes sense…

[hayleythesugarbowl]

trevor evarts x smosh cast member! reader PLEASEEE

Am I The Crush? || Trevor Evarts x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: when trevor joined smosh, you quickly became friends, helping him settle in—and secretly crushing on him. then some interesting things are revealed in a reddit stories video.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mild swearing

a/n: happy to give you the trevor content you deserve 🫡 this takes place shortly after trevor joined smosh. reader is relatively close to trevor’s age. fem!reader. enjoy darling!!

<— another trevor fic • trevor hcs —>

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     “So, what’s up with you and Trevor?” 

     Your eyes snapped up in shock, looking at Angela’s expectant face across from you.

     “What’s up? Nothing!” you said quickly.

     You sat across from her and Arasha at a table, quickly eating your lunch before your next shoot. She raised her eyebrow at you and you just took a bite of your sandwich, avoiding her gaze.

     “It’s just you guys are, like, always together,” she prompted, looking to Arasha for help. 

     “You do spend a lot of time with each other,” Arasha chimed in. 

     “We’re friends,” you told them both. “That’s all.”

     The truth was, you kind of wished that wasn’t all.

     Trevor had just joined the Smosh cast no more than a month ago. You, having been a cast member for years now, had taken it upon yourself to help him get acclimated and feel comfortable there, befriending him immediately. 

     Which you did out of the kindness of your heart and definitely not because Trevor was insanely cute and also happened to be the closest cast member to your age.

     You quickly became close friends, confiding in each other, hanging out at work, talking for hours on end. You really enjoyed his presence and you couldn’t imagine Smosh without him now.

      And the more you had spent time with him, the more you realized that you had feelings for him. Some days you thought maybe. Maybe he might feel the same way.  And then then other days you thought you were delusional and you should stop crushing on your friend and coworker. 

     You were brought out of these thoughts by Angela’s voice.

     “Yeah okay, and Shayne and Courtney are ‘just friends’,” she said sarcastically.

     “That’s nothing like this,” you assured her. “There’s nothing going on between me and Trevor.”

     “What about Trevor?” 

     You spun around to find Trevor himself walking up behind you. 

     “Nothing! We weren’t talking about you!” Angela blurted out.

     “What she means,” Arasha shot Angela a look, covering for her obviousness. “Is that we were just talking about how you and (Y/n) have that Reddit stories video to film later today.”

     “She’s so good at it,” Angela whispered to herself, shaking her head at Arasha’s easy lie. 

     You ignored her and turned back to Trevor. 

     “Oh yeah,” Trevor shot a quick glance at you. “It should be an interesting one.”

     “Do you know what the theme is?” You asked him. “They didn’t tell me.”

     Trevor ran a hand along the back of his neck. “I’m not sure. Something about romance?”

     “Safe bet,” you nodded. “How was Two Truths One Lie?”

     “Wet,” he announced, gesturing to his shirt. “Shayne sucks.”

     You giggled.

     “So,” Trevor started. “Are we still on for coffee after work?”

     Across from you, Arasha raised an eyebrow and Angela grabbed Arasha’s arm. You shot them a look before your gaze returned to Trevor.

     “Why, are you trying to cancel?” You asked.

     He put a hand in his heart. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Boy Scout’s honor.”

     “You were a Boy Scout?” Angela asked in disbelief.

     “No, it just sounds cool,” he shrugged. “Well, I’ll catch you guys later. (Y/n), you still owe me an ice cream.”

     “And you owe me a pineapple.”

     “I thought that was just cause you loved me,” Trevor pouted.  

     “It was. And now I want my pineapple back,” you teased.

     “I love you,” Trevor tried, batting his eyelashes at you.

     “Let’s call it a wash,” you agreed, mostly because you were too flustered by him saying he loved you to come up with anything else.

     Angela coughed into her hand.

     “Right, I’ll see you.” Trevor made a small waving motion, before continuing on the other way.

     There was silence between you, Angela, and Arasha for a moment.

     “A pineapple?” Arasha asked finally.

     “It’s a long story,” you told her.

     They both looked at you.

     “Okay, so maybe I like Trevor a little bit,” you whispered. 

     “Good, because he definitely likes you,” Arasha said. 

     “What?” You felt your face warm. “How can you tell?”

     “How can you not tell!” Angela interjected. “Were you not just here for that? Who owes someone a pineapple?”

     “She’s right.” Arasha nodded. “He obviously cares about you a lot. He’s making plans outside of work. There’s always the inside jokes. He feels comfortable around you but was clearly nervous about something.”

     “You got all of that out of one interaction?” You looked at her in disbelief.

     She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink.

     You pondered what your friend had said. You couldn’t deny that you hoped what she deduced was true. Did Trevor feel the same way about you as you did about him?

     No. You shook off the delusion. This was Trevor, your friend, who definitely didn’t have feelings for you. 

      “Well, it doesn’t matter, because I’m not going to do anything about it,” you decided. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship if he doesn’t like me back—which I still strongly suspect, by the way.”

     “Hey, do whatever you want,” Arasha put her hands up. “Again, it’s your decision.”          

     “I’ll tell him,” Angela said suddenly, shrugging.

     “You most certainly will not,” you warned her, slapping her hand. 

     “Don’t worry, I’ll be subtle!” She teased, waggling her eyebrows. 

     “Angela, I love you, but you’re about as subtle as a sledgehammer,” Arasha patted her shoulder. 

     “Hey!” Angela shouted, looking around in outrage. “I can be subtle!”

     Your mind wandered as they argued, thinking about Trevor.

     You still didn’t believe them that Trevor had a crush on you, but the more you thought about, it the more you pictured what it would be like to be dating Trevor. Sharing jackets, holding hands at work, forehead kisses after a long day, going on coffee shop dates that were actual dates.     

      “(Y/n),” hearing your name, you looked up, your fantasy ending abruptly. “Tell Arasha I’m subtle.”

     You smiled at you friend. “Like a bull in a china shop.”

     ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

    “You ready for this?” 

     You approached Trevor, smiling at him as you walked towards the set a few hours later. 

     “You say that like we’re going to war,” he said. “I’ve been in these videos before.”

     “Sure, but not since you’ve officially been Smosh cast. You don't know about the rituals—it’s pretty hardcore,” you teased. 

     “Hold my hand?” Trevor joked back, and your heart fluttered, if only for a second.

     “The horrors you’ll face are that which even I can’t protect you from,” you said in a dramatic voice.

     “Well in that case, I’ll hold Shayne’s hand.”

     “Sorry man, I’m taken,” Shayne said, overhearing as you walked towards the couch across from him.

     “You’re much cuter than him anyway,” Trevor stage-whispered as he sat down next to you.

     Your stomach flipped. It was times like these when you could almost imagine that he returned your feelings. You shook the thought from your mind, trying not to read too much into it.

     You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the shoot and pushing thoughts of Trevor out of your mind. 

     You heard the director call rolling and then action. Shayne began the intro.

     “What’s up guys, we’re back with yet another Reddit stories video,” he said. “I’m here with (Y/n)—”

     You waved at the camera. 

     “—and Trevor, who just kind of walked in here, so apparently he’s in this video.”

     “Hey!” Trevor objected. A couple people off camera laughed at Shayne’s joke.

     “Today we’re going to be looking at some stories about crushes.”

     Great, you thought. Just what you needed right now. 

     “So, I think we should just jump into these. We have some interesting ones here, so let’s get into it,” Shayne said, looking at you and Trevor.

    “I’m ready,” you said.

    “Let’s freaking go,” Trevor agreed. 

     “Alright, so this first one says: Am I the asshole for leaving my fiancé after I met an attractive celebrity at a party?”

     “Starting off strong,” you said.

     …

     And that’s how the rest of the episode went. Shayne reading stories about people who sabotaged others because of their crushes or changed themselves completely or simply liked people they shouldn’t.

     You almost forgot about your crush on Trevor as you listened to the stories and provided your commentary.

     Almost.

     Hearing his responses to everything just made you remember why you had feelings for him in the first place. You were reminded of how kind and funny and thoughtful and wise he was. And it took all of you to not reach over to the other side of the couch and touch him.

     Not that this was exactly new.

     “Alright,” Shayne said, after a particularly insane story. “That was pretty wild.”

     “I know,” Trevor agreed. “Hiring sharks is crazy.”

     “I mean, I see where he’s coming from,” you joked and they both looked at you before you all started laughing.

     “Moving on,” Shayne said. “To our last story.”

     Trevor shifted in his seat next to you. You looked at Shayne expectantly, but Shayne was watching Trevor. He looked away quickly, beginning to read. 

     “So this one says: Am I the asshole for not asking a girl out, even though I really like her?” 

     “Story of my life, am I right?” Trevor held his hand up for a high five, and you returned it weakly. What other girls was he referring to?

      “I can’t relate,” you joked, “I ask people out.”

     Well, you know, except for Trevor.

     Trevor looked uncomfortable just then and you furrowed your brow. But then the moment passed and it was as if you imagined it.

     “So,” Shayne began again. “This person continues: So for some context, I just started working at a new company. I really enjoy my job there, especially because there’s this girl that I’ve been crushing on ever since I started my job. She had already been working at the company for years, and after I started working there we became friends. She was really nice to me and helped me feel comfortable there. And I quickly started to really like her.”

      “Pretty standard so far,” Shayne interrupted himself. “One of the tamer ones.”

     But you were barely listening to him. Something about this story seemed oddly familiar, but you didn’t dare hope.

     “However,” Shayne went on. “I haven’t asked this girl out. We’ve been friends for a month now, and I really want to, but I keep chickening out. I don’t want to ruin our friendship or work relationship if she doesn’t like me back. She’s way out of my league, and I’m scared she’ll say no. And I feel like the asshole because she deserves to know how I feel and that I think she’s the prettiest, funniest, sweetest, most talented person I know—even if she does still owe me a mint chocolate chip on a waffle cone.”

     Your eyes snapped up. Your heart had started beating faster and faster as this story had started to sound more and more like one you knew well. 

     But now your gaze immediately shot to Trevor who was watching you with an expression like nerves and hope.

     “So,” he swallowed. “What do you think? Am I the asshole?”

     You couldn’t believe this. Trevor had feelings for you. And if this really was his story, you had basically been living the same experience for the past month. 

     You shook your head, your voice coming out breathy. You felt out of breath, even though you hadn’t even left the couch. “No. No you’re not the asshole.”

     Trevor breathed out. “Phew. I was afraid between this and the pineapple thing, you’d think I was some kind of mega-asshole.”

     “Only if you don’t ask me out right now,” you said, taking in a breath and smiling up at him.

     “(Y/n) (Y/l/n), will you go out with me this Saturday, and buy me ice cream?” Trevor asked. 

     “Gold digger,” you rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t have been happier. 

     “Fine,” he said, eyes sparkling. “Will you go out with me if I buy you ice cream.”

     “That’s more like it,” you teased. “And yes, yes I will.”

     “She said yes!” Trevor mock-whispered to Shayne.

     “Nice dude, she likes you back,” he said, continuing the bit. You’d almost forgot that Shayne—or anyone else—was there. In your mind, it was just you and Trevor.

     “A lot,” you said, grabbing Trevor’s hand. “She likes you a lot.”

     Trevor beamed at you. 

     “Yeah she does!” Angela called from where she and Arasha were sitting off-set. You hadn’t even known they were watching. “Who’s subtle now?”

     “Should I say ‘I told you so’ now, or do you want it in written form?” Arasha said.

     “Shut up,” you yelled at them, but it was without any conviction. You were too happy to be bothered by their antics.

     “So, it appears we have an update,” Shayne ad-libbed. “Looks like OP is actually not as big of a chicken as we originally thought. And it looks like this girl he talked about must’ve settled.”

     As everyone laughed, you looked at Trevor, grinning. You couldn’t wait for your date—and not just because of the free ice cream. 

     “Well, this has been Crush Reddit Stories. And also Trevor finally getting his first girlfriend.” Shayne joked. 

     You giggled, leaning closer to Trevor on the couch. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

     “And we finally have confirmation that Trevor is, in fact, a Redditor,” Shayne said.

     “Only for you,” Trevor said to you as Shayne continued the outro. “Only for you.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed my lovelies 💌 trevor is so bbg and more people need to be talking about it !!

[wandaslittlelove]

Only One Bed

Prompt: Only One bed Flufftober day 17

Pairing: Angela Giarratana x reader Warnings: This is terrible but Im going with it.

Going on a trip with smosh and getting paired to room with Angela was something I could handle. Getting paired with Angela and finding that they messed up the rooms and there was only one bed? Definitely not something I could handle.

Angela doesn’t seem to mind though because the second they step into the room Angela makes her way to the bed and immediately starts unpacking as I stand in the doorway. The room was big. Big enough to fit at least three king sized beds. With a deep breath I peek into the open bathroom door. The counter is huge and the bathroom could easily fit two people. With furrowed eyebrows I open the front door and my eyes widen as I see what is on the door. The words “Honeymoon sweet” Is across the front.

“y/n?” I hear Angela call and I make my way to the bed where she seems to already be set up. She looks at me with a bright smile and points to the other wardrobe beside the bed. “That ones yours.” I say nothing and after a moment she turns to look at me. “Everything okay?”

“I- Am going to tell them they switched up our room” I managed to get out as I started walking back towards the door.

“What why? It’s such a nice room. And it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before” She’s right. We have shared a bed before and the whole night I was up thinking about being so close to her. “Come on. It’s a vacation. And while everyone is stuck with those small rooms we get this!” Without thinking I nod. 

“Great! Put your stuff away. Ian and Anthony want us downstairs to meet for lunch”

At dinner when Angela had to get up to use the restroom Amanda turned to look at me with a small smirk on her face. 

“So how's the honeymoon sweet?” She asked while nudging my arm. I looked at her a bit confused. Me and Angela hadn’t told anyone about the room situation yet. So how would she know?

“How do you know about that?” Amanda gives me a confused look before replying.

“Angela booked the honeymoon sweet for you two. I mean she had a whole speech planned about how she was going to confess her love for you when you entered the room. Even booked an extra room in case you said no. Why do you look so confused?” My eyes widened at Amanda’s words. Angela had booked the room on purpose? Wait, she loved me?

Just then Angela made her way back to the seat next to me and smiled widely as she glanced over at me. But all I could do was look at her with wide eyes.

“Oh” Amanda whispered with a bit of regret in her voice as she watched the interaction. Angela looked behind me and when her eyes met Amanda’s guilty ones she quickly looked back at me. 

“y/n I can explain. Just Step outside with me?” Her voice was soft as if she was scared I would reject her. I nodded and we made our way outside and to the small alleyway.

“I was going to tell you! But then you said you were going to talk to the receptionist about the room mix up and I panicked. I” She takes a deep breath and looks at me nervously. “I’ve liked you for a while now. And I know that booking the Honeymoon sweet probably wasn’t the best idea i’ve had but I was just so excited and caught up in the moment. I- I have another set of keys to a different room if you want them” She digs in her purse and then pulls out the cards to the other room she had booked. I was still in shock though so all I could manage to do was stare at her in shock. 

“Or- Or I could ask Arasha if she’ll switch rooms with me.” She was growing extremely nervous at this point and I knew I had to say something but it’s as if my brain forgot how to work. With a defeated sigh she turned to walk away and it was like my brain kickstarter. 

I quickly grab her hand and turn her to face me. Our faces were inches away now. All I had to do was lean in and- before I could even think of it I felt her lips on mine. Noticing what she did she quickly pulled away and tried to apologize. 

I cut her off by pulling her closer and kissing her. Maybe I wasn’t expecting to share a bed with her but when I woke up the next morning with her body pressed against mine and her arms wrapped around me I didn’t mind.

[baflegacy]

ripping through the softest skin

“I had five plus years of thinking we would never be friends again, Angela. You just learn how to live with it.”

(drabble)

—

He finds her by the balcony.

“Angela—“

“—No, Ian. I don’t need it right now.” She takes a long swig, wincing at the burn of alcohol. “Let me just sit outside. In peace.”

Despite the hard set to Angela’s jaw, Ian takes a seat beside her anyways. “You know I can’t leave my kid alone like this.”

She lets out a bitter chuckle. “We both know we don’t really do that ‘kid/dad’ thing, dude. That’s you and Arasha’s thing.”

“Still,” He sighs. “Of course you’re fucking capable, you’re an adult—but I don’t just want to leave you out—“

“How do you fucking do it, man?” Angela glances at him before staring at the skyline again. “I feel so, so—stupid. Thinking that—“

“—You had a chance?” Ian finishes for her, smirk softening when he sees her grimace. “I had five plus years of thinking we would never be friends again, Angela. You just learn how to live with it.”

“You still believed that even when he came back?” She asked, not unkindly. The question still makes him frown, though.

“Had to, anyways. If nothing happened before, then why would…” He trailed off, before shaking his head. “Just—don’t beat yourself up over it, okay? You thought there was something between you two and then suddenly there wasn’t, nobody would think you’re the bad guy for catching feelings along the way.”

“Easier said than done, Ian.” Her voice turns wobbly at the end. “I just thought—“

Angela’s voice catches on a sob, and Ian wraps an arm around her and pulls her close, letting her cry.

“I thought we were on the same page,” She confesses, her voice sounding impossibly small. “Because—because I’d just get these looks and she’s one of the few that just gets me and I thought it was the same for her,” Her breath rattles as she exhales. “I—I know she’s my best friend, I know we’re best friends, but I thought we could’ve been more than that. That we were on our way to being more than that.”

Angela wipes her tears with her sleeve. “I thought she’d be my person and I’d be hers but—clearly that’s not fucking happening,” Another bitter chuckle. “God, I must’ve looked like an idiot—thinking that I ever had a chance. Of course I fucking don’t.”

Ian sees all this; The tears that are drying on Angela’s cheeks, the slight tremor in her voice, the pinched look on her face. He sees all this and pulls her closer.

“I don’t—I can’t—“ He starts, voice thick. “Look, you and I know that this shit can’t be fixed in a month, but what I can tell you is that it gets easier.”

“What, seeing them?”

“Living with it.” Ian smiles ruefully. “To tell you the truth—it never really stops hurting. Sometimes it—sometimes something comes up whenever I even see him and I just—“ He closes his eyes and exhales, tries to keep his voice monotone. “It never really goes away, is what I’m saying. Not in the way you want it to.”

Angela says nothing, but pats the hand that’s wrapped around her. Ian thinks it’s a start.

(Somewhere, inside, Anthony wraps an arm around Amanda’s waist as she kisses him on the cheek. He scrunches his face, looks at her, and laughs.

And Anthony thinks that maybe, maybe this is what love is like.)

[guide-for-the-untrained-eye]

ATTENTION ATTENTION STARKID, PULP, TCB, SMOSH AND SW FANS!!!

I apologise now for the many tags, but this is important, as many algorithms have just been pushing down these.

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As for y’all Smoshheads (do y’all have a fandom name idk?), the only way we get the amazing trio of Arasha, Angela, and Chase on The Great Debate is if we GET THIS LAST 90K! If y’all enjoy Arasha lying to everyone and the reactions to that, The Great Debate is right up your alley, I guarantee!

Not to mention the NEW NEW projects like Gross Prophets AND Intelligent Life which we just will NOT get if we don’t reach the goal, and that quite genuinely would be so upsetting, especially with Gross Prophets as this is the FIRST TCB project to have two AMAZING women (Ali Gordon and Angela Parrish) taking the helm on original music which would be AWESOME to see!

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[cuecrynsleep]

Reconnecting the Past

Amangela | Reunion AU!

Chapter 9: Meet Me Halfway

Amanda talks to Courtney as Angela faces some truths thanks to Arasha.

Disclaimer: This is not meant to be a representation of those in Smosh, rather a fan made perspective on the characters they portray online. Remain respectful.

← Ch. 8 | Ch. 10 → | Masterlist

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The dream was hazy in her mind when she awoke, but she could still feel it as if she was back in University. She could remember her soft jaw, and soft brown eyes that almost seemed to peer into her soul. The feel of her fingers as they brushed past hers before fully clasping onto her hand. It was just until the moment ended, after a few seconds passed. Never too long for her actions to be questioned. The sound of her gentle voice that ran shivers down her spine. The memory of it all caught Angela off guard.

“Fuck,” Angela breathed out in a gravelly voice. A hand running through her hair. The blanket seemed almost suffocating as she pulled the cloth off her body. Her heart was beating against her chest, a shallow breath going in and out as she grounded herself. She hadn't dreamt of Amanda in literal years. The fact that she had was enough to make Angela's thoughts run rampant.

She could easily pin this dream being Arasha's fault. Late night thinking after a busy day never mixed well. Even if she knew it was partly inevitable simply because of how much thoughts and memories she pushed aside. At some point stuff she saw as irrelevant would rise above the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.

It was one thing to admit to herself she missed talking to Amanda. Yet, it seemed completely different to admit to herself that parts of Amanda still affected her. The sound of her voice could still deeply resonate with her after all these years. She could still see mountains of memories buried in every message. Each one telling a different story but all showing how much Angela cared for her then.

It was hard to open up to people in general. With Amanda, back then, it was easy. They'd tell each other everything under the sun. They'd share dumb shower thoughts they wouldn't repeat to others, to secrets that one would never repeat. Yet now, with all of that knowledge, it seemed like a different barrier to get that close. Angela didn't even know if she was willing to be that friendly with Amanda again. All of it just morphing into a fear of it all being for nothing.

It was as if she was running in blind, waiting for something to fall apart. Yet, amongst it all she'd see Amanda in the rust and her heart would will her to try again. Urge her to give one of the best friendships she'd ever had another chance. It wasn't about past unrequited feelings. It wasn't about the distance that grew between them. It was a semblance of hope that took form filled with how much she meant to her in the past, combined with how nice it was talking to her in the present.

[lilac-hecox]

congrats on 800 followers!! maybe something with trevrasha? i don’t have any specific request w/ it tho so i understand if u don’t write something

(I used my numbered prompt list and a generator and got this and liked it so!)

Trevor/Arasha - Pessimistic - Trevrasha

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"If you think i am going to validate your pessimistic thoughts, then you're wrong"

Not for the first time, Trevor wonders if he even belongs at Smosh. Everyone at Smosh is great. They are his friends, and he has fun. It’s a dream to be able to come to the office and hang out with people he genuinely likes, playing games, fucking around, being paid to be stupid and silly on camera. 

His doubts and worries have nothing to do with the actual people at Smosh. No, it all stems from how he is perceived. Trevor won’t lie and say that every Good Mythical Morning fan welcomed him with open arms but he was liked enough there that the comments negative towards him were fewer and further between. 

Now, he’s on Smosh and he’s more heavily featured, and with that exposure comes a whole new wave of attention, and with that attention, Trevor has noticed an uptick in hateful comments or tweets towards him. 

Some fans think he isn’t funny enough, that he doesn’t deserve the spot he got. He can name tweet after tweet with someone making lists of other people they think deserved his spot on the Smosh cast. 

Trevor tries his best to ignore those comments, but he finds they hang heavy on his heart, clouding his brain when he goes to film. It makes him nervous, makes him second-guess his jokes, his performances.

Trevor is at one of the lunch tables. It’s in-between shoots and after lunch so the area is pretty barren. He’s poking at his snack of yogurt when Arasha comes into the room. She’s carrying her own snack, a bag of chips, and she smiles brightly at Trevor as she stops at his table. 

“Can I sit with you?” she asks. 

“Of course, Arasha. You don’t have to ask permission.” 

She smiles and sits and then her eyes are on him. Trevor can almost feel her gaze digging into his chest, his mind, trying to find all the things that seem to be taking over his thoughts. 

“Is something wrong?” she asks as she pops a chip into her mouth. 

Trevor shrugs. He feels a little embarrassed to admit his feelings, admit his insecurities. What if he tells her how he feels and his fears are confirmed? What if everyone else thinks he doesn’t really belong at Smosh either? 

“Come on,” she says gently, “I can tell something is wrong.” 

He and Arasha have been in a lot of videos together lately. Maybe it’s because they are similar in age and bounce off each other well. Whatever the reason, the proximity has made them closer. He still remembers when she sat him down in a make up chair and giddily, and delicately, did his blush for him for their shoot. 

The way she had stood over him, her long hair brushing his chest, the way she smiled and it went all the way to her eyes. Okay, so the proximity between them might have also given Trevor a raging crush on the woman, but he can be professional! 

He sighs, tipping his head back in the plastic chair he’s sitting in. 

“Fine,” he says, “I guess. I feel like lately maybe I shouldn’t be here.” 

He spares a glance at Arasha and her brows knit together in confusion. 

“Are you not happy at Smosh or-” 

“No!” Trevor says quickly, “I am! I’m super happy! I just…I don’t know if I’m funny enough or like…good enough to be here, you know?” 

“Trevor!” Arasha says, “of course you’re funny enough to be here!” 

Trevor shrugs, “I don’t think the majority of the Smosh fans like me.” 

Arasha’s eyes widen and then it’s like an understanding hits her. 

“You’ve been reading hate comments?” 

“Not just hate comments,” Trevor mumbles, “sometimes they tweet me too.” 

She reaches across the table and lays her hand over his. Her nails are a soft purple and her hand is warm where it rests on top of his own. He likes her hands as weird as it sounds. She talks a lot with them. Her fingers are nimble. He also likes her smile, her laugh, her quick wit…he really likes everything about her if he’s being honest. 

“I know it’s hard but you can’t read that stuff, Trev.” 

“But-” 

“Ah!” she says, removing her hand and raising a finger in the air, “Ah, ah. If you think I am going to validate your pessimistic thoughts, then you're wrong."

She’s also really smart. That’s another thing he likes about her. 

“You’re here for a reason. You’re here because you’re funny, and you’re so kind, and you bring a certain light to the camera. You’re exactly where you should be with us, Trevor, so don’t let a vocal minority get you down. You remember when Ian and Anthony bought the company? A bunch of fans were clamoring for them to fire us, but that was just words, just their opinions, and now I’d say we’re all more loved than ever.” 

Trevor nods and he knows realistically she’s right. It’s just hard to remember sometimes. 

“Besides,” she says, her voice going soft, “if you left, who am I going to tease and hang out with?” a smile crosses her face, delicate, sweet. 

“Let’s see, Angela, Chanse, Courtney, Amanda, Spen-” 

“The point is!” she barrels on, a laugh on her lips, “is that, yes, I could hang out with them, but I wanna hang out with you and if you’re gone I can’t do that.” 

She is smiling and Trevor thinks he sees a hint of a blush on her cheeks. He feels warm inside, fond of this woman. The bad thoughts linger in the back of his head but Arasha was like a breath of fresh air, blowing them away, clearing the clouds that fogged up his brain. 

“Okay, okay, fair point,” Trevor says, “If I go no one else is going to understand your Drake and Josh references.” 

“Exactly!” Arasha says with a giggle. She turns her chip bag towards him, “want one?” 

Trevor snags a chip and smiles at her. “Thanks Arasha.” 

She smiles like she gets it. Like she knows it’s for more than just the chip. 

How could he really care if a handful of Smosh fans didn’t like him? All that mattered right now was that Arasha does and she wants him around.

[hardlyokay]

I know some people are split on the live shows but for me they are so important to the growth of Smosh and it really has nothing to do with the final product. It’s the chemistry they get from working together to produce these bigger projects. They are a different version of Summer Games. The event that brings everyone together and gets them to do something outside of the normal day to day.

You see the difference in the cast every time they finish one of these. From Anthony finally feeling like he fit back in after his Funeral to Angela/Chanse/Arasha breaking through the awkward stage to having great chemistry with the older cast after Mistletoe. They just make for a better version of Smosh.

This time around you have Shayne creating something special where cast members will be working together to make each other laugh. With this also being the first time this group has all been together for a live show.

I look forward to the show of course but I look forward to the summer ahead in the content that will come from this and that includes Vidcon (Another bonding event) and possibly another SSG.

[zillaphoneswag]

you’re my favorite (yes you are)

“Hey, Court, here’s your jacket back.”

“Oh! Thanks, Ange. It was fun trading for the day.”

Angela nodded, taking her leather jacket out of Courtney’s hands. She had been feeling a little off today, dealing with a sudden quietness she didn’t quite understand. Today’s Games episode was just what she needed to make her feel better.

She slipped her jacket back on and stretched until her back cracked in a satisfying way. It was about lunch and Courtney had gone to eat with Arasha. Angela realized she didn’t know where Amanda was, which was weird.

Amanda always made sure that both of them ate on a regular schedule while at work. Sometimes she even made things from home if she was in the mood. Basically, it was strange that Angela had to look for her today.

That wasn’t the only thing that was strange, either. Amanda’s slightly irritated look when Angela switched jackets with Courtney wasn’t something she’d ever seen before, let alone something that lasted through the whole second half of the video and had Amanda disappearing at lunch.

Angela had a feeling she might be on the couch in the private break room that only cast members had access to and that was mostly used for crying. As she opened the glass door she was glad she was right, but seeing Amanda face planted on the couch was a little concerning.

Well, she does usually sleep like this. Maybe she’s just tired.

Angela knocked on the side of the door. “Hey, babe. Just wanted to let you know it’s lunch. Are you feeling sick?”

Amanda’s voice came out as an irritated mumble. “Ugh, no.”

“Okay, what’s wrong?”

Amanda groaned, burying her head deeper into one of the pillows. “Nothing. It’s stupid.”

Angela sat down in front of her, gently stroking her fingers. “Would this have anything to do with the last half of the Games video today?”

Amanda rolled over, her brown eyes shimmering with frustration. “Yes. But it’s so dumb, honestly. Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do that. When somethings up with you, I always want to know. You say the same thing to me.”

Amanda huffed, clearly frustrated with herself. “Fine. I was a little jealous when Courtney gave you their jacket. Okay, a lot jealous. I know it’s stupid, and I know that we love each other, but it’s not like I can give you one of my jackets like that. If you’re going to wear someone else’s clothes I want them to be mine and I know-“

Angela had no plans to let her finish. She pulled her in for a long, slow kiss, putting all of her love into it. Amanda was always seen as the more serious of the two, the more “collected,” whatever the fuck that meant.

But this was all Angela wanted. Her awkward, endearing girlfriend.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous, you know that? Your nose gets all scrunched up and you act like a teenager with a first crush. It’s cute.”

Amanda groaned, burying her head in Angela’s shoulder. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Maybe to you. But not to me.”

[dan-whoell]

had a dream that my childhood best friend and i were sent to spy on an organization that was moving/unpacking shipping containers in the middle of the night. somehow (unsurprisingly) we got caught so we lied and said we were part of their community and were just curious/fascinated by the way everything moves. they let us stay so they could show off but then something blew up (?) so we were ushered into this room and put on lockdown.

we were sat at a long table with a group that included me, my childhood best friend, arasha from smosh, dan and phil (in tit outfits/with mics) and half a dozen other phannies. i didn't specifically recognize anyone, but i Knew. at first we were all freaking out bc of being on lockdown and not knowing if we were safe (plus she and i had lied and we didnt know what everyone else's deal was so we were even more paranoid about being caught)

time went on though and eventually we all relaxed and were just. hanging out. kinda had pre-show vibes. dnp were telling stories that i dont remember now, and it was a really lovely time actually. then arasha got a phone call from someone i used to know and they were asking for advice on a work issue. part of me was jealous bc she clearly knew them so much better than i did and i was wishing they would have called me. then they hung up and called phil, but dan answered and was like 'we're on literal lockdown, he'll call you back when we're not at risk of being blown to pieces'

i was still in my head about this person being so friendly with both of them, then dan made a joke about phil always accepting phone calls at the worst times, 'you should see him in the phedroom. im all 'hey babe you wanna? great' and then suddenly phil's on facetime with his mum' and there was just. Stunned Silence. they were laughing, and phil was defending himself and arasha and my friend were politely chuckling, but the rest of us had nothing

i turned to the person next to me and we clasped hands and hyperventilated together, it was also a really lovely moment tbh.

i think we were released shortly after but im not positive as i woke up and it started meshing with a different dream. but yeah hung out with dads after an explosion and being caught spying. 8/10 wish i didnt have to think about my own insecurities AND i wish i remembered more of the conversation.

[totallynotmeems]

chapter one of my shourtney au is almost ready! here's a snippet!

“You have any tattoos, Shayne?” Tommy asks him one day. “Nope. Got nothing against it, but never felt the urge about something so strongly that I thought ‘I have to go get a tattoo of that.’” “Doesn’t always have to be meaningful, though,” Chanse says. Amanda and Arasha both nod. Ian stays quiet. He’s actually a quiet person most of the time. Until he’s makes a joke. Shayne doesn’t really know, but right around three months after Shayne started here, Ian shut down by a lot. He’s not as chatty now, doesn’t go out for drinks with the group anymore, and just overall looks wistful. “Could always get a tattoo from the shop across the street that your coffee crush works at,” Amanda teases. Ian’s eyes snap up, and he looks alarmed.

[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.

[baflegacy]

First and last lines!

rules: post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted.

(thank you for the tag! @wiggog-y-hecox tagging @jovenshires @ifearimlosingtheroom @wlwsmosh @zillaphoneswag for this)

it's a risk (but babe, i need the thrill)

first: Her skin feels electric.

last: “What’d I say! What did I say!”

your love is tough

first: It’s an eventful, uneventful night.

last: He pulls her in for a hug. The night air feels lighter than before.

know you like the pads of my fingers

first: One moment he’s wading through the throngs of influencers and content creators, trying not to let the disappointment weigh him down, the next thing he knows he’s being pulled into an empty green room.

last: He follows Ian out, more at ease with his steps now.

close my eyes and fantasize

first: Angela’s not really looking forward to her birthday.

last: Angela dreams of nothing but the clinking of keychains and the feeling of a purse being grasped.

you tell me you love her (I give you a grin)

first: It hurts Arasha, slowly.

last: It’s only when she’s at home that she lets her face crumple in hurt.

lets make this bed get squeaky

first: Amanda knew she shouldn’t have agreed to this.

last: “Oh, shut the hell up.”

makes me wanna try her on

first: When it came down to it, Angela fully blames Chanse for what transpired that day.

last: Amanda pulls her in, and she happily obliges.

if at first you don't succeed

first: She’s so fucking lost.

last: (They’ve done enough of an introduction a few years ago, that’s for sure.)

there is no amount (of crying I can do for you)

first: Amanda waits for her by the couch.

last: She walks upstairs to their (hers, now) bedroom, body wracking in painful sobs as she feels her life fall apart.

heard through the grapevine

first: As much as everyone in the office loathes to admit it, it’s not uncommon to see something…peculiar within the Smosh office.

last: It’s only when all of them hear Angela’s scandalized “They thought we were WHAT—?!” that Erin thinks that maybe she was jumping to conclusions a bit.

[moonyexmachina]

brighter than gold

Read on AO3

Courtney keeps holding your hand.

You’re not sure if it’s a conscious action, or just -

You both reach for people, you both like being close to your friends, it’s just how you show affection. So when you reach for each other, sometimes you tangle and hold on.

So it might be nothing. You never let go first and she doesn’t either and you just keep holding hands and that’s it.

You don’t want that to be it. You -

You don’t know what you want, really.

But you know you don’t want that to be it.

And it doesn’t feel like -

Like, sometimes Chanse and you sit so close there is no space left between you because that’s how you are. Two pieces of the same thing trying to fit back together. Like, when he looks at you he sees you the same as he sees himself. There’s no hiding there and you don’t want there to be.

Or like, when Amanda hugs you it’s just safe , because she’s Amanda. Like, that’s - you don’t even know what else to say other than it’s Amanda, because that already encompasses everything.

And, like, that’s normal. Different people make you feel different things.

But when Courtney holds your hand it feels like -

It feels different.

And you’re probably reading way too much into it, because she probably holds hands with lots of people because that’s what Courtney does - She reaches for the people she cares for and sometimes they reach back and sometimes they hold on.

Like you do.

So it’s probably nothing.

You don’t want it to be nothing.

You want Courtney to hold your hand, specifically, because she wants to hold your hand specifically.

And that’s -

Not good, probably.

Kinda scary.

Because Courtney is your friend, not how Chanse or Amanda are your friends, but how Courtney is your friend and to fuck that up would be really, really not good and -

And Courtney keeps holding your hand.

And her skin is super soft and her fingers fit really nicely with your own and - and sometimes you look at her when she does and she’s got that smile that isn’t like the one when you’re being funny - because the way she smiles at you when you’re being funny isn’t how she smiles at Noah or Olivia being funny, or how she smiles at Damien and Shayne actually being funny for once or even how she smiles at Arasha being super smart and funny but how she smiles at you being funny -

And this isn’t like that either, but it’s all for you and you kind of really love it.

Just like you kind of really love the way she keeps holding your hand and like you kind of really love -

And, okay, okay, maybe it’s nothing and maybe you’re overthinking and maybe you should, like, talk to someone about this. Get a second opinion, or something.

Ask Amanda, maybe, because she won’t judge you - or, well, she will judge you but she’s going to be nice about it and she gives good advice and also good hugs and you could kind of use both, right now.

Or, not right now, because right now you’re getting ready play some nerd game with Shayne because he’s a nerd and you should really try and listen to the rules because you hate losing but -

But Courtney is holding your hand again, under the table, not like hiding but more like casual, like this is what you do - because it kind of is what you do? And it’s never really been a problem before, holding Courtney’s hand because you like holding Courtney’s hand expect now that you realized just how much it’s getting really really distracting and you could let go, but -

But you’d kind of hate letting go more than losing Shayne’s nerd game.

So you don’t.

You just keep holding her hand.

[paytato435]

Best-Ever Pigs in a Blanket

Smosh x Waterparks Culinary Crimes fanfiction

Awsten Knight of Waterparks is invited as a guest on Smosh's hit food crime drama: Culinary Crimes!

content warning: force-feeding, implied dismemberment, cannibalism, body horror (but like, we don't go into detail)

“In a world where everyone thinks they’re a five star chef, I’m here to sort out the frauds!” A confident voice from the dark announced. “You think you can just change a recipe all willy nilly and not expect consequences?” Courtney spun dramatically to face the camera.

“Well think again! Today, with the help of my two guests, we will bring justice to the culinary world by evaluating unasked for changes made to your favorite online recipes. This, is Culinary Crimes.”

“Yeah!” A voice out of frame squeaked, a cheerful fist just barely popping into view.

The camera pans out to reveal Courtney’s guests. To her right, sat Arasha, her hands folded as she held a stony no-nonsense composure. To her left, sat Awsten, both arms raised, a confident grin on his face.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, rookie,” Courtney nodded her head supportively, trying not to break character. “Would you like to introduce yourself?”

Awsten noticed the serious demeanor of the other two and quickly dropped his hands. “Oh, uh, yeah…”

“You’ve got an ID badge in front of you,” Arasha reminds him, pointing to the fake detective badge on the table.

“Oh yeah! My bad,” Awsten quickly picked it up, showing his ID to the camera. He cleared his throat, throwing a punk gesture with his opposite hand and putting on a fake surfer dude voice. “I’m Detective Fletchers, Department of Sick Chunes.”

Courtney nodded approvingly as the camera panned to Arasha.

“And I’m Agent Arasha, Agency of Alliteration,” she flashed her badge confidently, holding it between her index and middle finger.

“Ooo nice, very clever,” Courtney approved.

“Thank you, thank you,” Arasha bowed her head.

“We are going to be investigating three cases today,” Courtney continued, folding her hands and pressing them against the table to match Arasha. “We’re going to review the evidence, taste the dishes to see and theorize what has been changed, try the original dish, and determine whether or not the changed dish is a CRIME.”

“That... sounds like a lot. Can you say that again?” Awsten asked, genuinely confused by the premise.

“You’ll get it as we go along,” Courtney assured him. “But first, Awsten, do you see anything out of place, in this detective’s office?”

“You know I was kind of wondering when you were going to bring up the giant tub of Twizzlers in the back,” Awsten tilted his head to one side.

“Twizzlers? I didn’t-” Courtney turned her head and saw that there was indeed, a huge plastic tube of Twizzlers sat behind them. “I didn’t put those there!”

“Really? How could you not see them, you were just facing them!” Awsten pointed out.

Courtney cocked her head in confusion. “I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you explore the tube of Twizzlers, Detective Fletchers,” Arasha suggested nonchalantly.

“Hell yeah!” Awsten cheered as he jumped from his seat to investigate the giant red candy.

“What happened to the guitar with the evidence?” Courtney whispered, a little flustered and confused.

Arasha shrugged and raised her hands, similarly confused. 

“Spencer?” Courtney turned to look past the cameras, where Spencer was flipping through some pages on a clipboard.

“I got nothing, dude. There’s nothing in the script about Twizzlers.”

“Aha!” Awsten, who had been rummaging around the bin of Twizzlers completely unaware of Courtney’s panic, triumphantly lifted a manilla envelope into the air and waved it around. Grabbing a fistful of Twizzlers, he made his way back to his seat, and offered them to the Smosh cast members. Arasha happily took one, but Courtney declined. She seemed put off by the unexpected change.

“What do you have there?” Arasha asked, pointing to the envelope.

“Evidence!” Awsten held up the envelope for everyone to see.

“Well let’s open it up,” Courtney asserted, shaking her hair back and trying to regain control of the situation. Awsten stuck a Twizzler in his mouth to free his hands and open the envelope.

“Some people seek to fill their heart with a dish best served cold,” Courtney began to monologue as Awsten pulled out the recipe. “But in this house, we only serve justice!” The camera zooms on Courtney’s exaggerated features as she narrows her eyes dramatically.

“Best-Ever Pigs in a Blanket,” Awsten read out loud.

“Let me see that,” Courtney held out her hand expectantly and Awsten handed her the page. She snatched it and held it close to her face, continuing to squint as if the print was too small or hiding something from her. 

“Best-Ever Pigs in a Blanket,” Courtney repeated with conviction. “Ingredients: One large egg, water, cocktail-sized smoked sausages, refrigerated crescent roll dough,

Flaky salt for sprinkling.”

Courtney peered over to her guests to make sure they were both listening before she continued.

“And now, for the changes,” she hissed menacingly. “On December twenty-first, twenty twenty four-”

“That was only a week ago,” Arasha pointed out. “This is a hot case.”

Courtney nodded solemnly. “User Danger0sAstrosBoy posted this comment: Truly a classic recipe to bond over with your closest friends. Like my best friend. My REAL best friend, who actually shows up when it means the most.”

“Woah this guy is worked up!” Awsten commented, craning his neck to see the evidence page. Courtney turned the page away from him so she could continue reading it herself.

“I didn't have any blank blank on hand so I substituted blank blank,” Courtney read aloud, including the censored changes. “I haven't tried it yet but I'm sure my friends will appreciate it very much!”

“Wait so they made a change to the recipe and they didn't even taste it?” Arasha asked, concerned.

“That's what it says,” Courtney confirmed, folding the page and putting it back in the envelope. “They gave the recipe five stars.”

“That's ballsy,” Awsten chuckled, crossing his arms. “They messed up the recipe, looked at them, was like, “this is the best thing ever!”, and then shared it online without even trying it? Yeah, right.”

“Are we ready to investigate?” Courtney asked, folding her hands and looking to each of her guests.

“Absolutely,” Awsten smirked. “Bring in the dogs!”

The dish was brought in, and Awsten immediately screamed and nearly fell out of his seat in surprise.

“Oh no,” Courtney whispered.

“Oh no no no no,” Arasha seconded, leaning away from the table.

Courtney looked into the camera, and then beyond it to the crew. “Is this real?” she asked, horrified.

“It’s real,” Awsten choked, sitting himself upright and looking down at the plate placed before them. Instead of the traditional little smokies wrapped in a croissant blanket, what sat before them all instead were two severed hands messily covered in fried dough.

“Whose are those?” Arasha asked, bewildered.

“They're Geoff’s,” Awsten croaked, feeling his stomach twist.

“Geoff-?” Arasha began to ask, but she was cut off by the sound of the soundstage door swinging open from across the room.

“Well well well,” came a familiar and arrogant voice. “Look who decided they would go and appear on Smosh without me.”

“Otto?!” Awsten asked in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

Otto’s features were obscured by the darkness at the back of the set, but his accusatory tone was unmistakable. “You thought you could just leave me behind? You know I've been watching Smosh since two thousand and six! I should be on the show! I should be having lunch with Ian and Anthony!”

“Dude, I tried to call you, but you didn't answer your phone!” Awsten explained.

“Enough!” Otto roared, stepping from the darkness and on to the stage. “Now it's time for me to get my revenge!”

Awsten tried to stand up and get away, but tipped over in his stool, his perfect ass stuck firmly to the seat.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled after the hard impact onto the stage floor.

“Sorry, I forgot to mention I covered your seat in hot glue before you sat down,” Otto chuckled menacingly.

“That doesn't make any sense,” Arasha pointed out, testing her seat and realizing she, too, was stuck. “He literally just got out of his seat a minute ago to pick up the envelope!”

“Oh can it, Arasha,” Otto scoffed. “This is the part of the fanfic where the action becomes so heated and exciting that the writer stops paying attention to the details in favor of a more emotional payoff.”

Courtney turned her head to one side and gave her classic “are you serious right now?” confused face.

“Wait wait wait wait WAIT,” Awsten interrupted. Not from the floor of the studio, but from his desk chair in his apartment. He looked at Travis through the Discord video feed. Travis stopped reading aloud to look back at his friend. “Otto KNOWS he’s in the fanfic?”

“That would appear to be the case, yes,” Travis answered matter of factly, blinking his eyes slowly and slightly out of sync with each other.

“That's stupid!” Awsten threw his arms up in the air. “And lazy! I don’t even think Otto’s been online enough to know what Smosh is!”

“I think it's refreshingly self-aware,” Travis pointed out, shrugging.

“This story sucks, I don't want to read it,” Awsten whined.

“Because it's meta?”

“I don't want to eat Geoff’s hands!” Awsten explained as if it were the most obvious thing.

“We don't know that you're going to have to eat Geoff’s hands,” Travis responded with fake naivete.

“Yes. We. Do,” Awsten asserted. “We’ve read so many of these we know exactly what's going to happen. I'm gonna be force fed Geoff’s sweaty Pillsbury dough fingers, that's going to somehow make me pregnant, then I'm going to give birth to you, AGAIN, and then everyone dies.”

“Well if you're so sure we could just end the episode right here and call it a day,” Travis shrugged nonchalantly.

“No, no, we’ve already made it this far,” Awsten relented, propping his elbows up onto the desk. “And they said I have a nice butt. Go ahead and finish the paragraph.”

Travis continued the story where it left off.

“Poor beautiful-assed Awsten,” Otto mocked, looking down at his friend. “We could have had so much fun together today, but you had to go and do this all by yourself.”

“I didn't even know you were in town!” Awsten argued.

“It's my BIRTHDAY,” Otto emphasized.

“You know I'm bad with birthdays,” Awsten pleaded. “Only Facebook keeps track of those.”

Otto ignored Awsten's rebuttal and instead reached down and tipped him back upright at the table.

“It’s too late for excuses,” he asserted, pushing the plate of Geoff's dismembered digits toward Awsten. “It’s time to eat.”

“Where even is Geoff?” Awsten asked, concerned, but also trying to stall for time.

“Oh, don't worry about him. He's just fine,” Otto assured him, patting him on the shoulder. “Well, except for the hands part. He'll get over it though, I'm sure.”

“Spencer, what is happening this was not in the script!” Courtney finally asked the crew on set. But when she looked over, Spencer and the rest of the crew had disappeared.

“Oh Courtney,” Otto chuckled, handing her one of Geoff's doughy hands. “They were written out of this story a long time ago.”

“How is that possible?” Arasha asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, how does the author of this story justify these inconsistencies?” Travis interrupted from the other end of the discord call. “They're not even that hard to rectify.”

“I think they're just fucking with us on purpose,” Awsten frowned, scrolling through the text to see how much further they had to read.

“I hope they know they aren't getting bonus points for this because it's very confusing,” Travis muttered.

“Whatever, I just want to get through it,” Awsten grumbled before picking up where he'd left off.

Back on the set of Culinary Crimes, Awsten and Courtney were now slowly and begrudgingly eating one of each of Geoff's hands. As they did so, Otto started chatting it up with Arasha, who seemed at least a bit relieved that she didn't seem to have to eat human flesh today.

“So I heard you like boy bands,” Otto pointed out.

“I'm kind of a little bit of a huge Big Time Rush fan,” Arasha admitted, raising her shoulders, winking, and pinching her fingers to show the size of said ‘little bit’.

“That's awesome!” Otto smiled warmly, as if he was not force feeding his best friend his other best friend's hands. “I've always wanted to meet them. Awsten, did you ever watch Big Time Rush?”

Awsten gargled something incoherent as he chewed through his flesh dough.

“Yeah, you would say that,” Otto chuckled.

“Woah, hang on, is… is his stomach getting bigger?” Arasha asked, pointing at Awsten's quickly inflating abdomen.

“Oh, yeah, that's normal,” Otto shrugged it off. “I think he's pregnant again.”

“Pregfrant?!” Courtney said through a mouthful of Geoff.

“With Travis. Happens all the time,” Otto explained. “That's what he gets for thinking about Geoff so much.”

Awsten scowled at Otto angrily, but the author of this fiction didn't allow him the willpower to fight back. Instead he accepted that this was just another day of his shitty life. Which was a pity, because it had started off so well.

“Was there anything you wanted to say before he pops?” Otto asked Arasha, turning to face her.

“He pops?”

“Yeah. Once Awsten gives birth, Travis will begin to devour everything and everyone will die. So… any last thoughts before we go?”

“I think I'm gonna be sick,” Arasha gagged, looking over at the rotund Awsten. He didn't look so much pregnant as he did swollen like Aunt Marge from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. He looked as if at any moment now he would float off the ground and bounce against the ceiling.

“Yeah, me too,” Otto smiled, placing his elbows on the table and cradling his head to admire his HANDiwork. “Life is a beautiful, fleeting thing.”

The End.

for the recipe referenced in this story go to:

https://www.thekitchn.com/pigs-in-a-blanket-recipe-23256899#post-recipe-400120270