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1.
Angela sat slumped on the couch in the Smosh break room, her face hidden in her hands. The day’s shoot had gone wrong in every way possible—botched takes, broken props, technical issues. It was supposed to be a funny, lighthearted sketch, but by the end, all it had left her with was a sinking feeling of frustration.
Amanda entered the room, still holding a half-finished cup of coffee from the kitchen. She paused when she saw Angela, her shoulders drooping and her usually bright eyes dull with exhaustion. Amanda didn’t say anything right away; instead, she put her coffee down on the table and sat beside Angela, close enough that their knees brushed.
“Rough day, huh?” Amanda said gently, her voice soft with concern.
Angela let out a heavy sigh, finally lifting her head. “I just—I feel like I ruined the whole shoot,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m supposed to be funny, and today I just…flopped.”
Amanda’s eyes softened. She knew how much Angela put into her work, how she always tried to be the one to lift everyone’s spirits on set, even when things didn’t go as planned. Without thinking, Amanda reached out and took Angela’s hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Hey, we all have days like that,” Amanda said. “You didn’t ruin anything. Honestly, even when things don’t go according to plan, you still manage to keep us all laughing.”
Angela gave a small, self-deprecating smile, but her eyes were still clouded with doubt. Amanda could see that words alone weren’t enough to lift the weight from her friend’s shoulders. So she did the only thing that felt right in the moment—she pulled the shorter woman into a hug and leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Angela’s forehead, letting her lips linger there for just a heartbeat longer than she might have otherwise.
Angela froze, her breath catching in her throat as Amanda’s warmth radiated through her. It was a simple gesture, meant to be comforting, but it sent a ripple through Angela’s chest that was anything but simple. When Amanda pulled back, her hand still gently holding Angela’s, she met Angela’s eyes with a smile that was both tender and a little unsure.
“You’re not alone in this, you know,” Amanda said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I'm here for you. We’ll figure it out together, and no bad day is ever gonna change that.”
Angela’s heart fluttered in a way she hadn’t expected, her skin tingling where Amanda’s lips had touched. She tried to focus on Amanda’s words, on the comfort in her friend’s voice, but the only thing she could think about was the kiss and how Amanda's lips felt against her skin.
“Thanks, Amanda,” Angela said softly, her voice a little shaky. She squeezed Amanda’s hand back, a hint of something unspoken lingering between them. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Amanda let out a small, nervous laugh, the sound just a little too forced. “Well, lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out,” she said, giving Angela’s hand one last squeeze before letting go.
As they sat there, the hum of the break room buzzing around them. But even as they slipped back into familiar conversation, the ghost of that kiss lingered, the unspoken promise of something more hanging in the air between them.
xxx
2.
The Smosh studio was buzzing with energy, the entire team in high spirits after wrapping up the most recent live show. It was full of physical comedy, last-minute improv, and more bloopers than anyone cared to count. But somehow, against all odds, they pulled it off—and it was hilarious.
Angela was grinning from ear to ear, leaning against the craft services table, surrounded by their teammates. Amanda came up to her, holding two paper cups filled with sparkling cider. She handed one to Angela, her eyes shining with pride and relief.
“To surviving the chaos!” Amanda said, lifting her cup in a toast. “And to you, for keeping it together when the most of us were losing our minds.”
Angela laughed, the sound warm and light, still riding the high of their victory. “Honestly, I thought I was loosing my mind as well!” she said, shaking her head. “But you saved so much with your ridiculous improv. Seriously, Amanda, I couldn’t have done it without you. I was so nervous.”
Amanda’s smile softened at Angela’s words, a hint of something deeper flickering in her eyes. She took a small step closer, her confidence bolstered by the joy of the moment and the closeness they’d built over the past few weeks.
“Right back at you,” Amanda said softly. “You were the one who kept everyone laughing when it got wild. I think I owe you more than just a toast.”
Before Angela could respond, Amanda leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Angela’s cheek. It was light, casual, like something she’d done a hundred times before—but the second her lips touched Angela’s skin, time seemed to slow down. Amanda felt the warmth of Angela’s blush spread under her lips, and Angela’s breath hitched just slightly, her eyes widening.
For a moment, they both froze. Amanda’s lips lingered a fraction longer than they should have, and when she pulled back, there was a spark in her eyes that wasn’t there before—a flicker of something raw and unguarded.
“Uh, I—” Angela started, her voice coming out softer than she intended. She didn’t know why her heart was racing like this or why that tiny, innocent kiss felt anything but. “Thanks, Amanda.”
Amanda’s smile wavered for a split second, turning almost shy, which was something Angela had rarely seen. “Anytime,” Amanda said, her tone light but her eyes saying so much more. “Seriously, though, I’m so proud of us. We did pretty well, didn't we?”
Angela’s heart did another flip, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Amanda felt it too—the way these moments between them were starting to mean more. She reached up, touching the spot on her cheek where Amanda’s lips had just been, still feeling the ghost of that touch.
“Yeah,” Angela said, her smile softening into something more genuine, almost tender. “We really did.”
They stood there, the buzz of celebration fading into the background, their little bubble of shared space feeling suddenly too small and yet not nearly close enough. The air between them was thick with possibilities, with a question neither of them dared to ask out loud.
As they looked at each other, Amanda opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but then one of their co-workers interrupted with a loud cheer, pulling them both back into the noise and chaos of the studio.
The moment passed, but the flutter in Angela’s chest didn’t go away. She knew that kiss hadn’t been just about gratitude—it had been something more. Something that was growing, bit by bit, with every glance and touch they shared.
And she was starting to think that maybe Amanda felt it too.
xx
3.
The Smosh studio was quieter than usual, the lights dimmed and the crew long gone. They’d all been celebrating Angela’s birthday earlier with cake, laughter, and a lot of inside jokes that left everyone in stitches. Now, as the night wore on, only a few people remained, but even they had finally trickled out, leaving Amanda and Angela alone in the break room.
Angela was sitting cross-legged on the couch, her face still lit up from the evening’s fun. In front of her was a small pile of birthday gifts from their co-workers, colorful wrapping paper scattered around like confetti. Amanda sat across from her, a soft smile on her lips as she watched Angela unwrap the last present—a silly hat covered in fake flowers and feathers that made them both laugh.
“You know,” Angela said, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye, “this might be one of the best birthdays I’ve had in years. I’m seriously so lucky to have you guys.”
Amanda’s smile turned a bit more genuine, her gaze never leaving Angela’s face. “You deserve it,” she said quietly. “You always put everyone else first, making sure the vibe on set is good and that we’re all having a blast. Tonight was all about making sure you felt how much we appreciate you.”
Angela looked down at the pile of gifts, her expression softening. “Well, mission accomplished,” she said, her voice suddenly quieter, more thoughtful. “Thank you, Amanda. I mean it. You especially made this day really special.”
Without a word, Amanda reached out and gently took Angela’s hand in hers. She hesitated just for a moment, then lifted Angela’s hand to her lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. The gesture was slow, almost reverent, and when Amanda’s lips brushed against Angela’s skin, a shiver ran up Angela’s spine.
Angela’s breath hitched slightly, her eyes widening as she watched Amanda, her heart pounding harder than she ever thought possible. It wasn’t just the kiss itself—it was the way Amanda looked at her afterward, like Angela was the most important person in the world. Like this wasn’t just a friendly gesture anymore.
“Happy birthday, Angela,” Amanda whispered, her voice low and full of something raw, something that made Angela’s chest feel tight. She didn’t pull her hand away, didn’t let go, as if she was waiting for Angela to say something, to react.
Angela’s cheeks flushed, and for a split second, she wondered if Amanda could feel how fast her pulse was racing. The kiss on her hand had been so tender, so deliberate, that it left her feeling unsteady, like the ground beneath her had shifted and she wasn’t sure where to step.
“Thank you,” Angela said, her voice coming out softer than she intended, almost shaky. She didn’t know why the touch of Amanda’s lips on her hand made her feel like the world was tilting, or why her skin still tingled long after the kiss ended. But she knew one thing for sure—this wasn’t just friendship anymore.
Amanda’s smile faltered for just a heartbeat, turning almost vulnerable, like she was afraid of what Angela might say next. But Angela didn’t say anything; she just squeezed Amanda’s hand in return, holding on like she never wanted to let go.
They sat there, hands still clasped, the noise of the party far behind them, the world outside the studio feeling a million miles away. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable—it was heavy with possibilities, with the unspoken question that had started to thread itself through every look, every touch, every kiss.
And though neither of them said it out loud, they both knew that something between them was changing, and there was no going back to how things were before.
xx
4.
Amanda paced back and forth in the Smosh studio’s green room, her hands wringing together as she muttered under her breath. Tomorrow, she had a big pitch meeting with the producers—her first solo pitch for a sketch she had written and cared about deeply. No matter how many times she went over it in her head, the nerves kept creeping in, twisting her stomach into knots.
Angela watched Amanda from the corner of the room, her brow furrowed in concern. She knew how much this pitch meant to Amanda, how it was more than just another idea—it was something personal, something that showed the side of Amanda that most people never got to see.
Without a word, Angela crossed the room and stood in front of Amanda, blocking her path. She gently placed her hands on Amanda’s shoulders, stopping her mid-pace.
“Hey, you’re going to nail this pitch,” Angela said, her voice soft but steady. “You’re one of the most talented people I know, and your ideas always make people laugh. You’ve got this.”
Amanda looked up at Angela, her eyes wide and a little frantic, like she was on the edge of falling apart. “I’m just so scared I’m going to mess it up,” she admitted in a whisper, her voice cracking. “What if they hate it? What if I’m not good enough?”
Angela’s expression softened even more. She let one hand slide from Amanda’s shoulder to gently cup her cheek, her thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down Amanda’s face. “You are more than good enough,” Angela said firmly. “And even if things don’t go as planned, I’ll be right here, no matter what.”
In that moment, Amanda felt like everything else in the world disappeared. The room, the pitch, all of her fears—it all faded into the background. All that was left was Angela and the way she looked at her, like she believed in Amanda more than Amanda believed in herself.
Before she could second-guess herself, Angela leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Amanda’s temple, her lips lingering there longer than a simple gesture of comfort. The touch was gentle but steady, filled with a warmth that made Amanda close her eyes and let out a shaky breath. Angela’s lips stayed there, just for a second, but it was enough to make Amanda’s heart race, the heat spreading from where Angela’s touch landed all the way down to her toes.
When Angela finally pulled back, her face was inches from Amanda’s, her hand still cradling Amanda’s cheek. There was something in her eyes—something raw and vulnerable, like she was holding back words she wasn’t ready to say.
Amanda opened her eyes slowly, and the look she gave Angela was filled with something that wasn’t just gratitude—it was more, so much more. Her lips parted like she was about to say something, but the words caught in her throat.
“Angela,” Amanda whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. She didn’t know how to put into words what that kiss on her temple had meant, how it felt like Angela had reached right into her chest and touched her heart.
Angela’s thumb stroked Amanda’s cheek one more time before she let her hand fall, her own cheeks flushed slightly as if she’d just realized what she’d done. “You’re going to be amazing tomorrow,” she said softly, almost like a promise. “And if you need a reminder of that, just think of this moment. Think of how much I believe in you.”
Amanda nodded, unable to trust her voice. She didn’t want to break the spell between them, didn’t want to lose the feeling of Angela’s touch on her skin, the way it made everything else seem less important.
As they stood there, so close that Amanda could feel Angela’s breath against her skin, there was a charge in the air—something almost electric, a tension that had been building for weeks, maybe even months. Something that felt like a question, an invitation, just waiting for one of them to be brave enough to answer it.
But before either of them could act on it, the door to the green room swung open, and Courtney poked their head in, completely oblivious to the moment they had interrupted. “Hey, you two! We need some help setting up for the next shoot.”
Amanda and Angela jumped apart, their faces instantly masked in casual smiles, even though their hearts were still pounding. The moment was gone, and the unspoken words were left hanging in the air between them.
But as they walked out of the room together, their shoulders brushing ever so slightly, both of them knew that this wasn’t just a simple kiss of support. It was something deeper, something that neither of them could ignore much longer.
xx
5.
The Smosh set was nearly empty, save for a few lingering staff members cleaning up after another long day of filming. The two women were off to the side, sitting close together on one of the prop couches they’d dragged to the corner of the room. The air was heavy with the scent of leftover snacks, and the golden light of the setting sun filtered through the high windows, casting a warm glow over everything.
Angela was leaning into Amanda’s side, her head resting on Amanda’s shoulder. They’d had a rough shoot, the kind where nothing seemed to go right and everyone was tense by the end of it. But now, with the chaos behind them, they sat in comfortable silence, both of them grateful for the calm.
“You know,” Amanda said softly, her voice breaking the quiet, “I don’t think I’d have survived today without you. You always know how to make things better.”
Angela lifted her head slightly to look at Amanda, her eyes softening at the words. “That’s because I’ve got you to back me up,” she said with a smile. “We make a pretty great team, don’t we?”
Amanda’s smile grew, but there was something different in her eyes—something deeper, a hint of vulnerability that Angela hadn’t seen before. She hesitated, her gaze dropping to Angela’s lips for just a second, a flicker of indecision crossing her face.
Before Angela could react or say anything, Amanda shifted closer, her hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of Angela’s hair behind her ear. The touch was slow, almost reverent, and Angela felt her pulse quicken, her breath catching in her throat.
“I mean it,” Amanda said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the best part of my day, even when everything else is a mess.”
And then, without warning, Amanda leaned in and pressed her lips to the corner of Angela’s mouth. It was a soft, lingering kiss—right on the edge where cheek meets lips, just close enough to feel the promise of something more, but not quite crossing that line.
Angela’s eyes fluttered shut as she felt the warmth of Amanda’s lips, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. The kiss was so close, so close to being on the mouth that it left her dizzy, like she was suspended in a moment she never wanted to end. When Amanda pulled back, the air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken words.
Neither of them moved for a heartbeat, then two. Amanda’s eyes were locked on Angela’s, her hand still gently cradling Angela’s face, her thumb brushing lightly over her cheekbone. There was no denying what was happening now—no pretending that this was just a friendly moment.
“Amanda…” Angela whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of everything she was feeling but couldn’t quite say.
Amanda’s smile was small, almost shy, her eyes searching Angela’s face for any sign that she’d gone too far. “I didn’t—” she started, then stopped herself, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to… I mean, I did mean to, but—”
Angela cut her off by leaning in just a fraction, her eyes still locked on Amanda’s. “It’s okay,” she said softly, her lips curving into a small smile that was equal parts relief and hope. “I’m glad you did.”
Amanda’s breath seemed to hitch at those words, her eyes widening slightly in surprise before softening into something that looked almost like wonder. They both knew this was more than just another playful kiss, more than a friendly gesture.
As they sat there, so close their foreheads almost touched, neither of them dared to move or speak. They were both caught in that fragile moment, where the truth of their feelings hung in the air between them, waiting for the right words to be spoken.
And they both knew that this was it—that they were standing on the edge of something they couldn’t turn back from. But maybe, just maybe, they didn’t want to.
xx
+1
The night was quiet in the Smosh studio, long after everyone else had gone home. The only light in the room came from the string of fairy lights Angela had insisted on hanging in the corner, casting a soft, golden glow over everything. Angela and Amanda were alone in the break room, sitting across from each other at the small, round table where they’d spent so many late nights brainstorming and laughing until their sides hurt.
But tonight was different. Tonight, there was a nervous energy crackling between them, a kind of tension that had been building for weeks—maybe months. They were talking in low voices, their laughter softer, more hesitant, both of them pretending that nothing had changed when they both knew everything had.
Amanda’s eyes kept flicking to Angela’s lips, her pulse pounding so loudly in her ears she was sure Angela could hear it. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She reached out, taking Angela’s hand in hers, holding it tight as if trying to gather the courage to say what was in her heart.
“Angela,” Amanda started, her voice trembling slightly, her thumb rubbing small circles into Angela’s skin. “I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay with this… with just being friends. Because I’m not.”
Angela’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words seemed to get stuck, tangled in the confusion and hope that was swirling inside her.
“I’ve tried so hard,” Amanda continued, her voice growing steadier, more certain. “I’ve tried to be your friend, to keep things the way they were, but I can’t anymore. Because every time you look at me, every time you smile, I just—”
Amanda stopped, closing her eyes for a second as if to steady herself. And then, without waiting for a response, she surged forward, cupping Angela’s face in both hands, and kissed her—really kissed her, full on the lips.
The moment their lips met, it was like the world around them disappeared. All the months of longing, of holding back, of pretending that this was just friendship, came crashing down in that kiss. It wasn’t soft or tentative like before; it was hungry, desperate, like Amanda was pouring all the feelings she’d kept locked up straight into that touch.
Angela gasped against Amanda’s lips, her hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in Amanda’s hair, pulling her closer, as if afraid that this moment might slip away. She kissed Amanda back with just as much intensity, all the pent-up emotions she’d tried to bury bursting to the surface.
The kiss was deep and consuming, filled with everything they hadn’t said—every touch that had lingered too long, every look that had meant more than either of them dared to admit. It was raw, and it was real, and it left them both breathless, clinging to each other like they were each other’s lifeline.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were gasping for air, their foreheads resting together, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. Amanda’s eyes were glassy, her hands still cradling Angela’s face, her thumb gently brushing over Angela’s cheek.
“I’m in love with you,” Amanda whispered, the words tumbling out in a rush, like they’d been locked up for too long. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, Angela, and I don’t want to hide it anymore. I don’t want to pretend that this is just a friendship because it’s not. Not for me.”
Angela’s eyes shimmered with tears, her lips trembling into a smile that was equal parts joy and relief. She let out a shaky laugh, one hand moving to rest on Amanda’s cheek. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion. “I love you too, Amanda. I’ve loved you for so long, and I was so scared to lose what we had, but now… now I know I never want to go another day without this.”
Amanda let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh, her face lighting up with the purest happiness Angela had ever seen. And then, without another word, she kissed Angela again—this time slower, softer, but no less passionate. It was a kiss that spoke of promises, of a love that was finally out in the open, no longer hidden in the shadows of what-ifs.
Angela melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around Amanda’s neck, pulling her even closer, until there was no space left between them. It was everything—every unspoken feeling, every missed opportunity, every moment they’d held back—all coming together in a kiss that was as much a beginning as it was a confession.
And as they held each other there, wrapped in the glow of those fairy lights, they both knew that this was real. That this was love. And that whatever happened next, they would face it together.