#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.”

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    “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.

[guide-for-the-untrained-eye]

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

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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.

[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.)

[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.

[moonyexmachina]

brighter than gold

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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.

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

I see Tal x OC highlighted my love so do I dare?? mayhap If you're feelin it, Vir x Tal with “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

Yeah so uh, as you know, I kinda ended up going over the top with this one soooooooooo.... Have 2.3k words worth of soft smut <3 Thanks for the prompt I had a ton of fun writing it. for @dadrunkwriting

Rated E: Explicit Smut, Face Sitting, Porn w Feelings, ~2.3k words

How Much I Love You | By Exalted_Dawn

Talenna slipped through the dark-wood door of Virelan’s quarters as silently as a whisper. The heavy, lacquered thing clicked shut behind her, severing the light of the stairwell’s sconces and plunging her into near complete darkness. Overhead, she could see just the slightest rim of red lining the top step– the glow of a dying fire– but from the base of the steps, she was as a shadow was. Unseen. 

She listened for a moment, trying to discern if the room was sleeping or awake. There was the soft popping and crackle of the fire, and the slightest rattle from the windows as the wind struck Skyhold’s west-facing side. If she strained, burning a bit of her magic, she could hear the soft inhale and exhale of sleep– deepened, steadier sighs that she knew belonged to Virelan.  Talenna listened a little longer, just in case she was mistaken, but the sound was unaccompanied by the turning of a page or the scribble of paperwork. 

Only silence and breath.  

Talenna released a quiet puff of air and slid the cloak from her shoulders, hanging it on a hook beside Virelan’s scarves and sword belt. She took extra care not to bump the large blade leaning against the wall as she slowly began to mount the steps. 

As expected, she found Vir tangled up in her blankets, buried face deep in her pillow with one leg out to the night air. Talenna huffed in amusement, shedding her next layer of clothing, and then a third– each forming a puddle on the floor as she quietly padded toward the bed. By the time she reached it, she was in nothing more than her tunic, and the night air was making her thighs prickle with goose flesh. At last, Talenna drew the clips from her hair, letting its full length fall free, before setting them aside and crawling into bed alongside Virelan. 

“Vhenan,” she whispered, touching the round of Vir’s shoulder so as not to startle her too badly.

Virelan grunted a little, then turned her head so that just a single eye peeked out from the side of her pillow. If Talenna hadn’t been heightening her senses, she likely wouldn’t have been able to tell if she had woken Virelan fully, but she could just barely catch the glint of firelight in her dark eyes as one peeled open to stare up at her. 

She smiled, stooping to press a slow kiss to the rise of her cheek. She could taste the ridge of vallaslin beneath her lips. “Ma’lath, it’s me.” 

“...Tal?” Vir groaned, stirring more into waking. 

“Ir abelas,” she breathed, speaking a little louder now as she still leaned over Vir’s form, the bed dipping beneath their shared weight. “I did not want to wake you so late. The scouts kept me longer at the Basin than planned– they wanted my opinion on some elvhen rune work they found.” 

“Nonsense.” Virelan turned, reaching to drag Talenna down over her body, rolling them both until Talenna was fully on top of her. As per usual, Virelan was a veritable furnace, and felt nearly scalding beneath her own chilled skin, but Talenna could not mind it as a strong arm wrapped tighter about her waist and guided her closer. Close enough for Vir to press a tired kiss to the side of her neck. “I am glad you did. I’ve missed you, arasha. Welcome back.” 

“Glad to be so,” she murmured, bending to steal a more quenching kiss now that her lover was fully awake. She cupped Virelan’s jaw and tilted her face up, their lips catching on one another and falling open so that they could both taste each other in relish. Talenna let her tongue slip out to trace teasingly along the edge of Vir’s mouth, but before she could continue her slow torture, she felt the sharp bite of teeth into the plush of her lip, and Virelan pulled away, a brighter shine in her eyes than before when she had just woken. 

“I assure you, not as much as I am to have you back,” she huffed, her voice warm and gravelly with sleep. 

Talenna chuckled. “Oh?” She slipped off of Vir and to the side, settling in the crook of her lover’s shoulder so that one leg lay slung between the woman’s thighs, the rest of Tal’s body pressed fully into her silhouette. “I am not so sure I believe you, ise’amelan.” She ghosted her finger over Vir’s collar bone teasingly, and delighted as she saw her lover shiver in response. “I spent a month in a frozen basin, with no one to warm my bed rolls. It was a lonely few weeks.” 

“No more lonely than mine without you here,” Virelan rumbled back, her hand sliding around the curve of Talenna’s waist to hold her that much tighter. 

“You had Tulin to keep your company.”

“Yes, but I am afraid Tulin has taken to spending his nights sleeping over with Krem and the rest of the Chargers,” Virelan shot back, but not with malice. There was only a storm’s rumble in her voice, humid and lazy. “Come. Sit on my face, ma’arasha, and I will show you exactly how much I missed having you here with me.” 

A bolt of hot thrill twisted in Talenna’s stomach then. It was late, and truthfully they both should sleep, lest they regret it come morning. But historically, Talenna had never been much good at denying Virelan her way. Not when she requested such a thing, and especially not when she did so like that. 

The heat in her belly began to spread, and with a quiet snort, Talenna rose, shucking off her tunic and sliding her smalls from her hips. Letting them, too, drop to the floor. “Only because you asked so nicely,” she said, and pushed up onto her knees. 

Clearly happy with herself, Virelan’s lips curled into a proud grin, and she scooted lower along the bed, just enough so that Talenna could throw her legs into a straddle on either side of Virelan’s pointed ears. Strong fingers buried themselves into the meat of Talenna’s thighs, dragging her just a little higher until finally Talenna could feel the warm, wet brush of Vir’s breath between her legs�� in and out. A victorious huff.

Talenna shivered, and moaned a little. 

A low purr rose from Vir’s throat, and the woman dragged her roughened grip further up the back of Talenna’s legs, taking a moment to cup and squeeze at the curve of her ass, before sliding her hand back down all over again. With a firm hold, she tugged Talenna’s legs just an inch or so wider apart, took a deep breath in, and sighed happily. “Mmmn, I’ve missed you.” 

And without further preamble, tilted her chin up and buried her mouth deep against Talenna’s folds. 

Unable to help herself, Talenna let out a wanton groan, her head falling back in rapture. “Ahhh…fuck, Vir.” Like Antivan clockwork, her hand fell down to scrape roughly against Vir’s scalp, tugging her closer against her apex. It really had been too long.

Virelan made an approving noise, craning further to drag the flat of her tongue up to Talenna’s clit, where she pressed down hard before parting it with a sharp lick. Talenna lurched reflexively, but the firm grip digging into the back of her thighs held her steady as Virelan pulled her down further and began to nurse at Talenna’s clit with abandon. Another broken cry flew from Talenna’s lips.

Fenedhis- thank the Creators that they could be loud again. Talenna doubted she would be able to bite her tongue even if she tried.

She rocked her hips into Virelan’s mouth, shuddering with every drag and suck that the woman beneath took of her. She could practically feel the curve of Virelan’s grin.

“Mmmmnnn arashaaaaa,” she purred, letting the endearment wash over Talenna’s dripping cunt as she pulled back to steal some air. “I fucking love how you taste. Did you know that?”

Talenna swallowed the whine that fought to crawl its way up her throat. Or rather, she choked on it. “I do believe you mention it every time we do this,” she croaked, a wry twist of frustration in her tone. Virelan always liked to stretch out her tortures, but tonight Talenna did not have the patience for it. She had gone without anything for near over two months now, with travel to and from the Basin taking almost as long as her assignment there, and her temper had been frayed by the distance. 

Just to prove her point, she tugged lightly on the back of Vir’s head– a silent order to continue.

Virelan just chuckled at her. “Can I not be allowed to take my time and enjoy your flavor, arasha?”

“No,” Talenna huffed flatly, and in belligerence, she tugged again, harder.

“Alright, alright,” Virelan cooed, her tongue flicking out to catch a bit of Talenna’s slick from between her folds. “You needn’t throw a tantrum.”

Talenna tilted her head disbelievingly as she stared down at her, her lips twisted in an unimpressed scowl. “I will if you continue stalling.” 

Virelan just snorted and, after a moment’s torturous waiting, tugged her back down against her mouth. 

This time, Talenna did not hesitate to rock her hips into the broad stroke of Vir’s tongue. Her thighs clamped tight to either side of Vir’s head as she held her close and swayed with the motions and rhythm. She danced, as Vir fucked her slow and good on her tongue. Talenna released a string of low curses, allowing the full weight of her body to sink until finally she felt the back of Vir’s head press into the mattress beneath them. She rolled her hips again, with more urgency, and she could feel her lover’s approval through a reverberating groan that reached Talenna’s insides. She shuddered, and canted into the sensation.

“Fuuuck,” she sighed, her hips stuttering as she began to increase her tempo. Virelan took to the  change easily, of course, and flattened her tongue so Talenna saw stars behind her eyes with every sharp jerk. Talenna rode her fast and with fervor, savoring the wet slide of her lover’s tongue against her clit and through her folds. Gods, but it had been too fucking long. “Your mouth feels amazing, ma’lath.”

Virelan only purred, and sucked hard on Tal’s clit as soon as it was close enough to catch. 

Talenna lurched and cried out in pleasure. A reaction that only made Virelan repeat what she had done again. 

This time, she buckled over on herself as a shudder ripped through her body, nearly robbing her of her balance. Talenna could feel her climax mounting fast– the overwhelming pleasure paired with the extensive time of going without making for a powerful and dangerous combination. A hand snapped out to grab hold of the headboard for support, and collecting every ounce of willpower she had, Talenna pushed the orgasm back down. 

Not yet. 

But try as she might to stave it off, it had not stopped Virelan from noticing her slip in composure, nor the hitch in her hips as Talenna slowed to relieve the too-tight coil of pleasure in her belly. A lapse that she was too sharp not to take advantage of. 

Two fingers plunged into Talenna’s core as Virelan shifted her sole focus to Talenna’s clit. Sucking, licking, and teething while her hand wreaked havoc on her insides. And her sensibilities. 

“Fuck, ma’asha,” she growled, throwing her head back. But no matter how hard she tried to rein in her hunger, still, her body moved. Danced, as Vir’s fingers plunged again and again into her wet heat. Ceaseless. Maddening. Fuck, fuck- 

A sharp curl of Virelan’s fingers timed well with the broad tipped lick of her tongue against Talenna’s clit sent her tumbling into the white abyss. She broke with a loud moan, rutting down hard and staying there as her body clamped and shook in pleasure. She knew if Virelan needed to, she could easily throw Talenna in favor of breath, but the woman stayed stationary, happily lapping up the slick that flowed free from between her legs. The show off. 

With a weary huff, Talenna collapsed onto the bed beside her partner, still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Even as Virelan finished cleaning her face and hand of the gleam that coated them, Talenna had still yet to fully catch her breath. Her chest heaved, and her stomach clenched, and she was finally and truly at ease. Never again would she leave Skyhold for so long– not without her. 

Like before, Virelan wasted no time in throwing an arm around her and pulled her loosely against a fire-warm chest. The cradle of Virelan’s embrace almost too warm against her sticky, sweat-cooled skin, but Talenna did not minded it. It was a familiar enough feeling by now, and she happily sank into the heat with a tired hum. All of a sudden, her eyelids felt as though they were made of lead.

Virelan whispered low in her ear. “Welcome home, love.” 

A kiss was pressed to the side of Talenna’s brow, tender and hushed, like a lover’s secret. She hummed softly in affirmation, glad to be back. More than glad. But as much as she wanted to say that, she could already feel the shackles of sleep taking her. She could no longer hold open her eyes. 

“See you in the morning.”

In the morning, then. It was a promise. 

She drifted off to sleep in the peaceful embrace of their room– a barely crackling hearth her lullaby, and the truth of Vir’s statement sitting firmly in her heart. Tomorrow, Talenna would wake, and Virelan would be the first thing she sees. Her breath, the first thing she feels as it passes through her bangs, slow and restful. They would wake and share breakfast. Tulin would eventually return, and happily embrace her with a bright smile and some flower or other in hand.

They would see each other tomorrow. She was home. 

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Mechanic - Arasha x Amandee (Love Is Blind 2)

Summary: Amandee's car doesn't start and she has to take it to the mechanic's. She meets someone unexpected

WARNING(S): mild sexuality

DISCLAIMER!: these are fictional characters from the second Love Is Blind Smosh video. Also, it's if they met outside of Love Is Blind instead of being on the show. Eean, Court, and Angelo are here too, briefly. I also know nothing about cars.

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Amandee twisted the key in the ignition. She needed to drive her sweet daughter, Bella,  to middle school so here she was with Bella in the back.

The engine turned but didn't turn on. Amandee tried multiple times to get the engine to start but it didn't catch.

"Shit." She muttered.

"What's wrong mom?" The 12 year old asked from the backseat.

"How do you feel about staying home today?" Amandee's southern accent filled the silent car. Bella cheered and got out of the car, running back into the house. Amandee sighed and leaned her head on the steering wheel.

She then decided to get out of the older car and leaned against the trunk. She googled the nearest mechanic and called the number, holding the phone up to her ear. She waited until the phone was picked up.

'Hello?'

"Hi, yes I would like a tow for my car? It won't start and I have to get my daughter to school" Amandee spoke into her phone speaker.

'Yeah sure no problem ma'am, we'll be there with a tow very soon' a male voice replied over the phone.

"Oh thank you so much." Amandee thanked him and hung up, waiting for the tow truck to come.

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Arasha tied her hair up into a ponytail before stepping into the garage. She overheard conversation coming from the front.

"Please Eean? I'm better than Court and Arasha by a landslide!" Angelo was begging for something while simultaneously dragging Court and Arasha through the mud. Arasha raised an eyebrow and entered the front office to see the shorter Italian man with Court beside him and Eean looking unimpressed in front of them both.

"That's false. More customers are satisfied with me, the feedback on our website tells it all" Court's deep and somewhat monotone voice explained.

"What are you guys talking about?" Arasha asked, catching the attention of all three guys. Angelo sighed and Court crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Thank goodness you're here. These two haven't stopped nagging me about helping the costumer that just came in." Eean spoke, the scar tissue on half of his face preventing him from enunciating as much.

"I was just gonna go so I can take them" Arasha offered and Eean nodded, causing Angelo to groan.

"Of course, I call favouritism!" He whined and Eean rolled his eye.

"You just want to get into the new costumer's pants, Angelo" Court sassed.

"And you're the one still looking for 'passion'" Angelo mocked Court's voice when he said 'passion'.

Arasha decided to leave the conversation and help whoever was in the garage. She walked into the garage and saw only one car in all of the slots, she looked aside to see a woman dressed in boots, mom jeans, a black tank top, and a salmon coloured button up draped over the tank top, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Suddenly, Arasha didn't blame her coworkers for fighting to work with this costumer all of a sudden.

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"Good morning, Ma'am" A southern voice called and Amanda looked up from her phone and saw a beautiful woman looking back at her, walking her direction. Amandee was speechless briefly before she spoke up.

"Good morning, please, call me Amandee. Ma'am makes me feel old" Amandee joked and the woman laughed, holding out her hand for Amandee to shake. The taller woman shook it.

"Well good morning Amandee, I'm Arasha." They stared at each other for a second before Arasha broke the staring contest by looking back at the car.

"So...what's up with her?" Arasha asked, running her hand across the hood of the car.

"I was hoping you could tell me. It- she wouldn't start this morning" Amandee chuckled bashfully. Arasha nodded with a smile on her face before pulling up the hood.

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By the end of repairing the car, Arasha had been reduced to her white tank top with the top of her jumpsuit wrapped around her waist and her strong arms having a few streaks of oil mixed with a small amount of sweat mixed with it. Amandee couldn't help but stare in awe as she finished working.

Soon enough, the taller woman snapped out of her trance when the sound of the car hood being lowered caught her off guard. She gained common sense again and spoke up.

"Thank you so much." Amandee thanked Arasha.

"It's really no problem. It won't cost much either which is a plus" Arasha winked at Amandee and the mother thought she was going to faint like a damsel in distress but she covered up her true feelings with a chuckle.

"Definitely agreed. How could I...repay you?" Amandee's tone became huskier subconsciously but it seemed like Arasha was into it because the slightly shorter woman's eyes became darker than her already dark brown eyes.

"I'm not entirely sure how you would like to but I wouldn't mind taking you out on a date" Arasha was so quiet she could've been whispering but Amandee heard every word.

"I would like that" Amandee replied, a small but coy smile on her face. Arasha's eyes flickered to Amandee's lips but before they could do anything, Amandee pulled away and started walking towards the front to wait for the amount of money she had to pay.

Arasha stayed frozen in her spot and Amandee smiled innocently before disappearing behind the swinging door.

Arasha shook her head slightly and followed.

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Amandee had enough cash to pay for the repairs so she took a piece of paper from her purse and a pen from the front desk and started scribbling something down quickly as Arasha watched.

She then handed the cash and the slip of paper to Arasha and before they could talk anymore, Amandee left in her fixed car.

Arasha looked at the slip of paper.

'See you soon, Arasha. (Phone number) - Amandee'

"WHAT?!" Angelo's whiny voice shouted as he peered over Arasha's shoulder, causing the woman to laugh.