#chanse writing

[spottedenchants]

coordinate conversion

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Happy @cr-aspec-fest Week 3!

This week's prompt is Unconventional Relationships and my dear wizards have much to say about that :3

I'll have a short addendum to this for Week 4!

[ammnd]

Just sayin Amanda‘s vidcon log has 10 slides and Angela in 6 of them

[robinante]

Watching the Smosh cast absolutely lock in and give it their all during the Just Dance livestream felt like that subplot in Toy Story 3 where Buzz Lightyear’s cunt mode gets activated and all he can do is tear it up on the dance floor.

[poppyfamily]

hello no one asked but i brainrotted a bit over a charashamangela church choir/youth group au bc of That games video. thoughts under cut.

tw: minor religious trauma lol

Chanse and Angela growing up in the church. Each of their parents pushing them to be more active in the church through children's choir. Chanse probably starts earlier, maybe like a month before Angela. Chanse is the type of kid who their choir director had to be told to stop riffing because the purpose of a choir is to sound the same, Chanse. But Angela takes to him immediately and they become best friends.

They are eventually invited to join the church's youth ministry and they get so into it, probably dancing to One Way Jesus very enthusiastically. It's a staple for them to play Joseph and Mary during Christmas plays and are like super chill when facilitating prayer sessions. (They understand that people aren't necessarily there for Jesus or w/e but believe that the spirit of the ministry is to find Christ in one another or some shit).

They stay for a couple of years and manage to drag in Arasha, who goes to the same school as them. She's not Christian and is just there because she was sick of inviting them to do shit on Saturday nights only for them to say no and also for the vibes and free food.

Amanda comes in a little later and is forced by her mom to actually join because she was frequently getting into trouble so she'd rather just know that her daughter is praising the lord (or whatever the fuck goes down in youth ministry) on Saturday nights instead of swimming in people's pools or some shit idk. Becomes besties with Chanse, Arasha, Angela.

Making this about Amangela bc I can't help the way I am: Angela welcoming Amanda to the ministry because it's her job as one of its leaders and Amanda is obsessed with her immediately. Probably constantly inviting her to sit right next to her for Sunday service, surreptitiously holding hands during the Lord's Prayer, going out for ice cream together once Amanda gets her driver's license. Something something horny something something repressed, they end up regularly making out (and more?) in Amanda's car without really talking about the implications but they know they feel SOMETHING. Lots of Catholic guilt - but not being able to stop because it feels nice, because it feels right.

And because I like angst - Something something tension because Amanda starts being deprogrammed from Church rhetoric at some point. She still sees Angela doing the thing to appease all the old church ladies and pastors who give her a sense of self because it's really all she knows and are willing to offer her a scholarship for college so there is Even More Pressure.

But Amanda sees all this and sees just how much she's hiding who she is, feeling like she can't really call her out on it because they are Not. Together. Amanda also sees how this is hurting Angela, but Angela is just so young and so confused and just wants to do right by her family, by God, etc... Amanda starts feeling pain and resentment about it.

In my mind, the older active church members think Angela and Chanse are gonna end up together, get married and all that shit. Chanse and Angela never saw each other that way.

Chanse quits out of nowhere and people speak of him like they're speaking the devil's name, basically erasing all history of his contributions (because he's gay.) Amanda soon quits after, and basically stops speaking to Angela. Amanda and Chanse run into each other months later, make comments about not seeing each other in church anymore, and then they reconnect and become besties.

Arasha doesn't quit, she just stops attending because she becomes busy with college. It's just not the same because Chanse and Amanda aren't there. She doesn't really have an obligation to do so, but she still keeps in touch with Angela.

Arasha and Angela become roommates in college. And because this is the first time Angela experiences independence, she goes on a SIN rampage - secular (lmao) theater, drinking, drugs, sex (lmao). All the things the church loves to police. And she has an identity crisis about it, crying to Arasha about it even.

Arasha, not knowing where the fuck all this Christian guilt is coming from calls Amanda and Chanse for backup and it's the first time they all see each other in a while. They all commiserate in the dorm room and bond and it's beautiful.

Angela wakes up. Amanda, Chanse and Arasha remind her that she's worthy of love no matter what. Once Angela finally internalizes that, she unpacks all the ways she hurt herself and how she's hurt others. Angela and Amanda finally talk about the shit that went down between them. They apologize for hurting each other, and decide to try again with a better understanding of themselves.

And they all live happily ever after. The end.

[baflegacy]

havent been active on here in. A While. apologies bc i havent had time 😔

but anyways. I Am Losing My Mind

[shesmore-shoebill]

i know ive made my stance on "i need the smosh cast to Not See My RPF Fic Ever and if they do i think i need to leave" clear. But, actually. I think we need to get Amanda on AO3. Yes I would need to evacuate and possibly torch all my fics in a panic and etc etc. But it would be worth it so we could be blessed with more of Amanda's crack fics. I think it would be worth it.

[heuriqore]

i stumbled upon the bowcrary i wrote last year that i never really got around to finishing. here's an excerpt from it:

Chanse shuffles onto set. Of course, it’s today. He’d agreed to it thinking it would be light-hearted, fun, but of course, he’s failed to consider the possibility and the ubiquitous enigma that is – Tommy. He was stupid for ruling it out immediately, because as different as he and Tommy are, their existences have always been twined together irrevocably, for the worse or for the better. He was stupid for ruling out Tommy’s participation in this shoot, because Tommy’s there. Chanse had joined Smosh and suddenly Tommy had been everywhere, supervising shoots, laughing, leaning into his shoulder during a game. That much hasn’t changed.

The shoot, if Chanse recalls from the call sheet, begins in 5, 10 minutes, but a handful of the cast members are already in their places, talking while waiting for the shoot to begin. Chanse hates the way his eyes pick out Tommy immediately. He’s checking his hair in the reflection of his phone, as he does before every shoot, fingers fussing with the prickly strands on the back of his head. He’s wearing the same linen shirt he wore during their encounter in the kitchen, unbuttoned to his chest now. He looks… good.

Tommy looks up at him, as if sensing his gaze. Chanse doesn’t even bother to pretend he wasn’t outrightly staring at Tommy, only holds Tommy’s gaze almost challengingly. But Tommy’s lowering his phone, giving Chanse a small, soft smile, and he’s mouthing the words ‘good luck’, an olive branch if Chanse knows one. Chanse raises his hand in a quick thumbs up, before Tommy looks back down at his phone.

Huh.

He walks up to the chair positioned in the middle of the room, taking his seat as he waits for the shoot to start. It’s been a while since he’s been this nervous for a shoot. But again, he thinks, it’s just Tommy. Which has always been the problem.

Because it has never been just Tommy.

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The first few are simple enough. Shayne’s up first, and he gives Chanse an awkward side-hug. Chanse can tell it’s Shayne from the soft pats he gives Chanse on the shoulder, like he does in the intermissions between back-to-back shoots, as if he can tell Chanse needs it. Then, it’s Angela, which feels too familiar to be anyone but, and he knows, allows himself to lean into the touch. Keith’s up next, and Chanse takes a lucky guess. He’s on a roll. Chanse feels it in his bones, a humming beneath his skin, when the room erupts into applause like he’s some kind of hometown hero. He straightens his back. He’s going to get everyone. He’s so sure of it he’d be willing to bet on it, a confidence that renders him almost untouchable, the line of his back like a peacock’s.

“What do you want from this person?” 

Chanse thinks. “Maybe like a pinkie promise?” Chanse hovers his hand out, his pinkie outstretched. A thick finger wraps around his, longer than his own, certainly. It’s someone with a hairy hand, he thinks, small hairs grazing his ring finger. The person pulls their finger away, and Chanse readies himself for the hug, already anticipating the weight of arms circling his back.

He doesn’t expect the person to hug him from behind. It’s intimate, their arms coming to rest around his front, their chin on his shoulder. Carefully, Chanse’s hands come to sit atop theirs, feeling over their wrists. His fingers brush over metal jewellery, bracelets. It’s Tommy. 

He’s suddenly too aware of the sharp of Tommy’s chin nudging into his shoulder, Chanse’s shirt separating the drag of stubble from his skin, the back of his hairy hands under Chanse’s palms. He almost expects to see spikes and crests of Tommy’s rabid pulse imprinted into his own skin when he takes off the blindfold. Yet, he thinks, he almost doesn’t want to take off the blindfold, doesn’t want to meet Tommy’s gaze, not when he only gets Tommy in the safety of a blindfold between them, his own, according to Tommy, biblically accurate eyes, the windows to his soul barred and curtained shut.

“Oh, so like the Titanic,” Chanse jokes, but his voice comes out shaky. Tommy’s chin shifts on his shoulder, moving to rest the flesh of his cheek on Chanse’s shoulder instead. An exhale feathers the side of his neck in warm rays of breath, and he hates it, hates when people breathe onto his neck, but–

He closes his eyes beneath the blindfold, imagines Tommy’s eyes to be shut too. If, just if him and Tommy were together, it was what he’d wake up to every morning, ticklish breath fanning across his skin like a watermark. 

“Tommy,” he whispers, almost reluctant to let go, almost like he’s calling Tommy awake on a Sunday morning and not calling out the answer, as all his co-workers watch. 

“Sorry, could you say that again?” Kiana calls.

“It’s Tommy,” Chanse repeats. He feels the arms disentangle from around his waist, and oh, he’s gone too soon, suddenly completely detached from Chanse and Chanse feels like a gaping barnacle, yearning for something to latch onto, to hold, to cradle, even just a shape, a shadow. He slouches into himself once he’s alone again in his body, hands still holding the shape of Tommy’s arm over his stomach.

“That’s right,” Kiana says.

“Hell yeah,” Chanse says, slipping off his blindfold. He turns, just in time to catch Tommy’s gaze. Tommy blinks twice, as if caught, his pupils a little wide, nervous. Chanse offers him a smile, like an I liked it, and Tommy gives him one back, except Chanse can’t quite read his smile, the slight downturn of his lips still, like shrivelled petals opening to the loss of life.

And then Tommy’s disappearing back into the throng of cast members, his white linen button-down evanescing like another memory shoved to the back of his mind, deep within his subconscious, visiting him in distant dreams that leave his chest aching in the morning with a distinct sense of loss.

[bowcrary]

✩ mysterium tremendum et fascinans

tommy bowe/chanse mccrary, rated t, 12.8k words

summary:

It’s not that Chanse is disinterested. Quite the opposite, really. There’s a weird sort of charm to Tommy: his reverence for technopop, the nonsensical bit ideas he makes for Smosh’s socials. Tommy also seems to get him to a degree others don’t, his hawk-like screech-laugh playing in his mind on repeat. Chanse’s somewhat divorced from his more vulnerable side, but he thinks he can trust his logic, and his logic is telling him that he should go for it. Tommy is, however, another story. “Thanks for the material, man.” “‘Man’,” Chanse parrots. “Is that all I am to you?” “Don’t overthink it,” Tommy finally replies back while turning around.

Or, the five times Chanse yearns for Tommy, and the one time Tommy allows himself to yearn back.

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[vangoghschair]

Right I've decided to just write random scenes from my Band AU now instead of making it a huge old thing sooo hope you enjoy??

Here's the bands finding out about the merge:

A palm slams down on the table and several chairs screech across the linoleum.

"The fuck?" Angela blurts out, fistfuls of hair clamped in her hands.

Amanda stands up.

"Yeah, Ian," she leans across the table, "the fuck are you thinking?"

"Are you thinking at all ?" Angela snarls.

"Hey, hey, let's be civil shall we?"

Ian's voice was calm. If he was at all worried about the situation, he wasn't showing it. He held one hand out reassuringly in the girls' direction.

"If I didn't know that this was necessary, I wouldn't have proposed it."

Calm, still. Somehow.

"And you didn't even ask us? How are we supposed to trust you now?" Damien piped up, prodding a worn drumstick in the direction of his manager, "you just gonna keep selling us to people without us knowing, are you?"

"Ok no, that's not what this is, I-"

"We've lost our brand and our control with one deal,"

Chanse had been silent for most of the meeting, greeting Ian with a dead stare to match his tone.

"That's what this is."

Amanda nodded, sitting down. She ran a hand along Angela's arm, the fabric of her shirt manoeuvring under her fingertips. The hairs on Angela's arm stood up, suddenly aware of the minute force from her band-mate. The door flew open. Angela pulled away.

"Sorry I'm late, I had...I don't know I'm just late,"

"Just sit down," Ian sighs, "I'm trying to explain a deal I've made...with another band,"

The latecomer runs a hand through his sandy hair, his lime-clad shirt looking as pristine as ever.

"Deal?" He replied, sliding the straps of his tote bag down his arm, "i didn't know anything about a deal,"

"Shayne, sit."

He does, brow furrowed.

"Everyone knows that we've not been doing so well recently," mumbles of disagreement interject his point, "but, but I have signed a contract with the manager of 'Sister Location' and he has agreed that we should collaborate and produce a joint album alongside a combined tour,"

The room was silent. Shayne's mouth lay ever so slightly open and Amanda pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

Shayne spoke up first.

" 'Sister location'? Of all the bands in America, in the world! And you chose them ?"

Damien sighed, stretching in his chair. "Sounds that way,"

"Y'all need to grow up. This is business, okay?" Ian's voice wavered for a moment, "I'm sure they're taking it much better than you are,"

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"What the fuck?" Courtney drops their phone on the table, glaring up at their manager, "Anthony, no."

[fanbynature]

random smosh moments 4/?

[miraculousmultifan]

okay ive been writing a shaynse fic where chanse is a bartender at chili’s and shayne is a regular there (inspired by chanse’s first episode on the podcast) and im having SO MUCH FUN!!

and SINCE im having so much fun, i wanted to share a little snippet?? if you guys are interested?? under the cut??

“Are we making fun of Chanse for his embarrassing crush on that guy who’s always wearing the shirt with limes on it?” Arasha interjected with a smirk, sidling up to the bar. “By the way, table seven wants a Long Island Iced Tea.”

Chanse huffed his displeasure at her comment, but he turned around to start preparing the drink for her table without another word.

Just as he started adding the gin to the metal shaker, Arasha continued speaking nonchalantly. “Yeah, I think I saw him walk in on my way over here. Looks like he wanted bar seating today.”

Chanse took that bombshell piece of news gracefully by fumbling with the bottle of gin and narrowly avoiding making a huge mess. Arasha cackled at him. Almost like he thought she was just trying to mess with him, Chanse glanced over at the end of the bar and blanched when he saw the man in question sitting there and scrolling on his phone.

Tommy nudged Chanse playfully with his hip. “Now’s your chance, loverboy. Go get him a drink. And maybe get his name so we can stop calling him Limes…”

[spottedenchants]

Stay Here Beside Me - Chapter 1: Who Decides

M, M/M, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapter 1/4

Relationship: Essek ~ Caleb

Chapter Specific Tags: Miscommunication & Communication, Kissing, Awkward Wizards are Awkward, Sex-Ambivalent & Demi Essek, Exploration of Boundaries, Sexual Tension

Chapter Word Count: 7.9k

Chapter Summary:

Caleb is. Very pretty. He could cover up again, maybe should. They have things to do today.

But not for a little while yet.

Essek’s hands are cooling. He knows Caleb to be very warm.

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AKA the wizards pause one physical study to begin another

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It's here it's here at long last! :D

This one is also my last entry for this year's @cr-aspec-fest, just in the nick of time! Here is Week 2: Ace-spec! 🖤🩶🤍💜

[ancientvamp]

some wip lines bc im trying to cure my writers block and i want u guys to get hyped

The car had barely stopped when Courtney lept out. They immediately ran to the passengers side to pull Tommy out, but Tommy instinctively locked the door. He held up his pointer finger to the window to get her to calm down before turning to Spencer.  “The moment you wanna leave, you let me know, okay?” It was a conversation they had every time they went to a social event together, and everytime, Spencer gave the same response.  “I know.” (comfort / spommy)

Anglea scoffed at his uncomfortable position. “You should just sit in Shayne’s lap if you’re gonna do that.” Courtney broke into a fit of giggles as she enthusiastically nodded in agreement. Spencer snickered, but his laughter was cut short by Tommy flicking his shoulder. Chanse didn’t acknowledge anyone other than Angela; glaring her down with unspoken threats. She laughed from behind her palm nonetheless. ( best seat in the house / shaynse)

“Baby?” Tommy asked. “Me or the one we’re taking care of tommorow?” Spencer raised a brow. “Other baby.” Tommy couldn’t help the smile that engulfed his face. “We’re gonna have a baby tommorow?” “Yeah.” Spencer rubbed his free hand over his tired eyes. “Is that alright?” “Yeah.” Tommy’s wide grin spoke louder than his simple response.  ( domestic babysitting / spommy )

“Hey, it’s okay.” Spencer reached out for Tommy’s shoulder again, rubbing over the curve and down his bicep. “Did you eat lunch?” Tommy considered lying. He wanted to. But he was tired, and Spencer meant well. “I forgot.” He bit the inside of his cheek, waiting for Spencer’s response. Seriously? You can’t even remember to feed yourself? That’s pitiful. But Spencer doesn’t think the way Tommy does. ( stability / spommy )

[smoshmonker]

Now That You’re Here With Me

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words: 1621

Crickets quietly chirped outside, punctuating the silence. Delores’ tongue burned with the urge, the need, to ask the question. She almost couldn’t bring herself to do it until, suddenly, it came on its own, as if she were no longer in control of her own mouth.

“Are you all afraid of me?”

Koda’s expression changed first, one of understanding and pity. Somehow, Fernie’s etched, wooden face managed to look confused. Bug’s eyes were wide.

———

Delores sat cross-legged on the foot of her bed, staring quietly out of her window. The waxing crescent moon filtered in pale light, a small comfort in an otherwise dark and empty room.

Her eyes had long since dried, but her stomach still twisted into a thousand knots. So much had happened in the past few hours, filling her with a dread she couldn’t quite shake. Her entire body ached. Digging her fingertips into her forearms, she tried to ignore what felt like the need to crawl out of her own skin. She was stuck, like always.

Closing her eyes, she drew in sharp breath. She had to stop her mind from wandering. The castle was safe. Her friends were all safe in their rooms nearby, most likely sound asleep now, and she was glad for it. A deep, selfish part of her, though, wanted to sneak into their rooms, check on them, make sure they were really all okay. She ignored the urge, focusing all of her energy on the moon, hoping sleep would come for her soon.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there until she heard quiet voices in the hallway. They were voices that she recognized, but before she could react, a knock, barely audible, came at her door. Her heart skipped a beat and she sat up a bit straighter. “Come in!”

“See! I told you she’d be awake.” The voice on the other side spoke with an exaggerated whisper.

The door creaked, opening slowly, as if the person moving it felt as though they were in trouble. At the front was Koda, with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance on his face (which, if she were being honest, was a look he wore often). Following close behind was Bug, cheeks stained with tears but with some of the brightness back in their now dry eyes. Behind them was Fernie, tall and hulking as usual, but his shoulders hunched slightly, his expression not unlike the one of a kicked puppy.

Delores didn’t try to hide her relief, already noticing that some of the tightness in her chest lessened a little. She smiled slightly. “Hey, guys. Are you okay? What are you doing up?”

They all shuffled into the doorway, and for a moment, her heart felt heavy, reminded of the way her own children used to come to her in the middle of the night, bleary eyed and too upset to speak after a nightmare. Perhaps she didn’t quite need an answer to her question; perhaps, they were feeling exactly the same way she was.

“I ran into Bug in the hallway,” Koda responded, not giving any indication of why either of them were in the hallway at this hour of the night, and Delores didn’t ask. “We heard Fernie humming in his room, and, well, um…it didn’t feel right to not come and see you.”

With all of them staring down at her, she had to really fight for a moment to keep from tearing up. Instead, she smiled. “I’m glad you did.”

Taking that as a full invitation, the three of them made their way inside, Fernie shutting the door behind them. Bug bounced up to the bed, climbing up to sit next to her. “You okay, Delores?”

It was a loaded question for all of them. Something about the earnestness in Bug’s voice made her chuckle breathily and nod. “Yeah. I’m okay now that you guys are here.” She glanced between the three of them. “How about you?”

“Uh, we all can’t sleep, so I guess not very good,” Fernie responded, stating the obvious for them the way he usually did. Delores noticed Bug grimace out of the corner of her eye. Koda bit his bottom lip hard.

Delores offered Koda a slight smile, patting the space next to her on the bed. Bug beckoned Fernie over, too, and with all four of them sitting on the edge of it, the bed sagged quietly. Either none of them noticed, or none of them cared.

Crickets quietly chirped outside, punctuating the silence. Delores’ tongue burned with the urge, the need , to ask the question. She almost couldn’t bring herself to do it until, suddenly, it came on its own, as if she were no longer in control of her own mouth.

“Are you all afraid of me?”

Koda’s expression changed first, one of understanding and pity. Somehow, Fernie’s etched, wooden face managed to look confused. Bug’s eyes were wide.

“Are you kidding?” they whispered, awed as usual. “You were awesome back there, Delores. I can’t believe you never told us you were so cool. Why would we be scared?”

Fernie nodded enthusiastically. “You absolutely obliterated that mimic heart!”

“I wish I had obliterated Krungdar,” she murmured under her breath, and Koda placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Someday,” he said softly. The word felt heavy. She had to close her eyes, lifting her hand to rest on top of his. She remembered how it felt, hours ago, helping Bug channel his spell to reanimate the heart, how they all held onto each other tightly as if they were afraid of letting go.

Koda was right. She should just be happy they were here with her now.

Opening her eyes, she breathed in, and when she breathed out, she smiled. “Thanks, guys. I’m sorry I hid it from you.”

Bug grinned, nudging her shoulder. “Y’know, it’s pretty crazy to see your heroes at work.”

Touched, she smiled a little more. He’d never said that about her before. “Well, I can say the same about you, Bug.”

The goblin’s cheeks darkened a little and they had to look away. Their expression turned slightly solemn and he glanced toward the window. “I never got to tell Gunthar about how much I learned, about everything we did.”

Koda sighed softly, following their gaze out the window. “…I think he knows.”

“How could he possibly know?” Fernie asked, a mix of concern, upset, and confusion in his uncharacteristically quiet voice.

Delores exchanged a look with Koda. “Just a feeling.” Her heart quietly broke as she looked back at Fernie, noticing a small trail of sap traveling down his left cheek. She reached forward, using one finger to wipe it away. “It’s okay to be upset.” By her side, Bug buried his face in her shoulder, his own small frame shaking. Delores put an arm around him, wishing she could stop this pain for them both, but grief was tough. It wasn’t something that could go away in one night.

Suddenly, the sound of quiet sniffling was replaced with quiet singing. Bewildered, she glanced toward Koda, sitting beside her. He was silhouetted by the moon in the window behind him, his chin tilted up slightly, perhaps to look up at the ceiling. His voice was soft and lilting, the way it had been when he’d sung at the Bullywug festival. This time, it didn’t seem improvised. Delores wondered if this was a song he’d learned a long time ago.

Transfixed, Bug lifted their head, face shining with tears as they stared at Koda, mouth slightly open. Fernie watched curiously, his face dry once again. After a few moments of quiet, just listening to Koda’s voice, Fernie made a sound that Delores now recognized as his power-down sound, and he slammed backward into her pillow, laying out across her bed. She couldn’t help but giggle, and Koda grinned.

Gently pulling away from Delores, Bug, with half-lidded eyes, crawled over Fernie, curling up right in the middle of his chest. A moment later, the loud snoring began.

Koda finished his song, and he and Delores locked eyes, a sort of quiet amusement between them. “Looks like they’ve taken over your bed.”

“That’s okay,” she laughed softly, reminded once again of her children, how they’d kick and push at her all night when they slept with her. “I’m actually kind of used to it.” She paused for a moment, then quietly asked, “Will you stay here tonight?”

Frowning, clearly taken aback, Koda glanced back at the other two, then back to Delores, perhaps trying to think of some kind of excuse. Finding none, or perhaps just not having the heart to, he nodded. “Okay.”

Delores smiled and reached forward, taking his hand to give it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you.”

Knowing there was no one else around to see it, he returned the squeeze, then let go. Delores crawled in to lay in the crook of Fernie’s left arm, while Koda attempted to make himself comfortable beside his right arm. Strangely enough, Bug’s snoring and the quiet whir of Fernie’s moving parts were quite comforting. She lifted her gaze.

“Koda?”

“Yeah?”

“That was a beautiful song.”

For a moment, it was quiet, and then he gave a breathy chuckle. “Thanks, Delores.”

Quiet fell again, but this time it was comfortable. Her room was no longer empty and uninviting, but the exact place she wanted to be right now. 

Carefully, a moment later, she lifted her head to look at her friends in the pale moonlight. Koda, his long limbs stretched out awkwardly in the limited space he had, turned in slightly toward Fernie’s shoulder, peaceful. Fernie, motionless on his back, moonlight dancing along the lines of his wood. Bug, curled in on himself on Fernie’s chest like a cat, using his arms as a pillow, his mouth wide open, sound asleep.

Delores laid her head down, breathing deeply for the first time in what felt like days. All that mattered was this, right here and now, because no matter what happened next, they’d always have each other.

She closed her eyes, finding solace in being together like she always did.

[shambolicrube]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Smosh Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Spencer Agnew/Chanse McCrary Characters: Chanse McCrary, Spencer Agnew Additional Tags: Straight Chanse, Frat-Boy Spencer, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - College/University, Enemies to Lovers, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Fraternities & Sororities Series: Part 5 of a rare thing Summary:

Who the fuck invited Spencer to this party?

[jazzyjj]

I missed the stream when it was live but seeing that it was the painting crew plus spencer building Legos for an hour and a half!!?

LET'S GOOOO