Masterlist

color code: fluff - smut - angst

Comfort Call

Finally

Sex Catch Phrase

You're Staring Darling

Christmas with AG

The Hundred Dollar Bet

Pre-show Jitters

You Make It Easy

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

Ultraviolent

Ultraviolent pt. II

Cute Top

silly goofy short thing

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

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

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

My Kink Is Karma

Had this song on repeat while I wrote it. Angsty, rough, it's a long one, buckle up. not proof read lol

After the longest and hottest day of your life, you pulled into the apartment parking lot and took a sigh of relief. You grabbed your bag and locked the car, walking up the steps to see your stuff on the steps of the apartment. Angela sitting beside it, standing up as soon as she saw you. Angry tears streaming down her face, she was so furious, "How could you do that to me?" She slammed a fist into her chest, "Cheating on me is one thing, but outing me to my boss?" She wiped her cheek, "Uncalled for!" You were stunned, having no knowledge of any of this. You glanced at your notifications seeing the missed calls and texts. You sighed, "Angela I don't kno-" "No! Don't try to gaslight me right now!" She took a step closer to you, "Please just take your shit and leave." She turned and walked towards the door, "Angela!" She stopped, "What the fuck is going on?" She didn't face you, "Open my text." You dropped your bag and tapped on the notification, you gasped. A photo of you from grad school on your screen, "Angela this was before we were together. This is from grad school, she was in my class. I promise you it was one night before I even knew you." She walked inside.

You sat on the steps defeated. Months of work down the drain over a stupid fucking fling. You were just as angry as Angela now. How could she think that of you? It's really just simply immature of her to not even talk to you about it. You hadn't seen her calls or texts because you were busy all day and wanted to go home. Home to your girlfriend.

You lugged your shit into your car and looked up the stairs at the window to see Angela staring at you. Your heart clenched, but your immaturity kicked in, and you were so angry. So you left.

Two weeks a mutual friend, Mariah calls you, your phone vibrating in your hand for a second before you got the guts to answer it. "Hello?" She sighed, "Thank god Y/n! Hi! I have some questions." You sat up picking at your nails, "What's up?" She let out a stressed breath, "Have you spoken to Angela lately?" The name leaving her lips felt like a jab to the gut. You swallowed, "Um, no. Not for a couple weeks." Mariah shuffled on the other side, "Mariah whatever you need to ask you can. I promise."

After a couple seconds of silence, she spoke up, "Listen she's made a wild accusation and I wanted to hear your side." You knew it was coming, so you told her your side of the story. "Oh wow. So she didn't like, talk to you?" You frowned, "No, but honestly I can't blame her. I would react in a very similar way." Mariah needed to know another important thing, "Did you out her to Ian?"

The question hung in the air as you processed it. "I've been deep in Smosh Twitter trying to figure out where that came from. I've found a lot of bullshit." You opened your laptop to a note, "I have a few links I can send you but it's really shitty evidence. It's all theories." Mariah, now believing you got fucked over, puts you on speaker and opens Twitter. "Do you think someone in that circle tried to fuck you over?" You thought it over, "I can't say for sure. I wasn't around them enough to know. Really only Chanse, but he definitely wouldn't."

After a few hours of sleuthing, talking, and crying, Mariah believed you. "Hey, Y/n, can I be 100% with you?" You shifted uncomfortably, "Go for it." Mariah stuttered, "Ang- Anglea isn't," she paused, "Angela isn't doing well. She totaled her car and dyed her hair this awful brown and is on this whole 'live for the now' rampage." You grew angry and so sad, "Mariah, I wish I could help you with that, but she chose this. At the end of the day, we both got fucked over. She did get outed to her boss at the end of the day." She knew you were right. "I know. Listen, I'm here for you, okay?" You smiled sadly, "Thank you."

Six months later there was an arts, comedy, and fashion, creator event going on for Halloween. You, Mariah, and some mutual friends decided to go. You spent weeks planning your costume to be the perfect level of classy but casual but a tiny bit slutty. The event was on a rooftop after dark so the temperature was perfect. You were a few finger sandwiches and drinks in when your eyes found hers. She was coming your direction, wearing a beautiful and hot, Elphaba costume, Chanse dressed as Glinda. Mariah placed a hand on your knee, shooting you a sympathetic look.

Alright, time for the dreaded seeing your ex with mutual friends for the first time since the breakup. Mariah stood to hug her, Angela lighting up to see her close friend, it made your heart skip a beat. Luckily one of your other friends struck up a conversation with you.

Mariah sat back down, "You good?" She quietly asked, you nodded. "I'm gonna go grab a drink from the bar." You stood up, smoothed out your costume, and walked as confidently as you could. "Can I get a vodka redbull please?" The bartender nodded and you sat on a stool checking your phone. Someone sat beside you and you looked up, Chanse beside you. "Hey, Y/n." He sounded happy to see you, "Hi Chanse." He shifted in his stool, "Listen she would kill me for doing this but the whole situation between you two got so fucked up." The bartender set down your drink, "Here's that Vodka Redbull," Chanse handed him $20. "I need you like, just trust me for 45 seconds." He turned his body towards you and waited for you to say something, "If you can make it 30 I'll buy the next round." He nodded.

"Basically some bitch from your grad program dmed that picture to Ian and told him that it was taken recently. She also told Ian that you sent it to him from her account so Angela wouldn't find out. Ian told Angela about it thus her reaction. However, since then we found that picture is old and that grad school bitch doesn't even live in this country anymore so." Your mind went blank.

not one thought.

Just red, hot, anger. "Respectfully Chanse, if she had listened to me six months ago she would still be driving the Honda." Chanse's eyes told on him, he knew you were telling the truth. "She knows that. She um, went to therapy. She feels awful about it, and I don't say that to guilt you into forgiving her, but so you know she hasn't been happy." He was trying to comfort you, and it helped. You smiled, "Are you smiling?" He asked amused. "My kink is karma ya know," you said as you sipped your drink, he chuckled. Suddenly from the crowd, a hand you would never forget appears on his should, "Hey this girl is dressed as the Wiz and wants to take a picture with us!" Angela said really excitedly, very proud of her costume. Your stomach dropped now knowing that she knew the truth. It felt like the world stopped. You could see the guilt, angst, and regret in her eyes as they met yours. She swallowed, "Hi Y/n." You smiled at her, "Hello Angela." You sipped your drink and looked towards Mariah, who was staring at you already. She gathered her stuff and started towards you. "Angela, did you want another drink?" Chanse asked attempting to break the silence, the photo at hand forgotten. Anglea finally looked away from you, "Yeah, just a-" "Vodka Redbull." Chanse finished. You sighed, she noticed it. "Hey, Y/n! We're gonna go find real food and probably go back to mine, do you wanna come?" Mariah, like an angel, appeared. Thankful, you nodded and chugged your drink. Feeling Angela's eyes on your neck, jaw, and chest. You set the cup down, "Maybe her kink is karma." Chanse's jaw dropped and Angela looked at her feet.

"Okay! Let's go!" Mariah grabbed your arm ripping you from your seat, pulling you towards the door. "Y/n what is wrong with you?" She half scolded, half laughed at your tipsy fuck up. "Y/n!" Angela yelled above the crowd, speed walking towards you. You pulled free from Mariah's grip, "Can we talk?" She picked at her nails, and like clockwork, you grabbed her hands to make her stop. She didn't pull away. Mariah spoke up, "Y/n I really think we should-" "Mariah please." Angela begged desperation in her voice. "Angela I think we should've talked six months ago." She nodded but reconnected eye contact before she spoke, "Y/n I am so sorry I thought so low of you. That I even for a second thought it could've been true. I didn't know this girl and I believed her over you? It's disrespectful." You felt heavy under her gaze, "And then I didn't even let you defend yourself or try to be logical with me. I-" Her voice cracked, "I have regretted it for so long." You nodded, "I know. I don't have to keep tabs on you to know what's going on with you. I still get tagged in posts on Instagram about us." She gripped your hands a little tighter and she looked at the ground, "I'm sorry." You tested the water, "Congrats on the new Stakid show. I heard it was really good, puppets?" She chuckled, "Thanks."

She seemed so defeated, but god was the Vodka working. The way her hands felt in yours, the way her thumbs drew tiny circles on your hand. "Do you wanna get coffee?" She looked back up at you, "Yeah- Yeah that would be great." She immediately pulled her phone out, "Um I can," she opened her notes app to her to-do list, "I can text you tomorrow when I am sober, you are sober and we can find a time." Naturally, you got nosey and peeked at the screen for a second. "Angela Giarratana, do you still have 'listen to my kink is karma' on your to-do list?" She locked her phone and took a step closer to you, "Listen a pretty girl told me to listen to it one night at a bar and I just haven't gotten to it yet." The air got lighter, and you felt pulled to her, you took a step closer. "She sounds hot, maybe you should give it a listen." Angela swallowed and her neck grew red. You giggled and started walking backward, "Bye Angela." She waved a goofy ass smile on her face, "See you Y/n."

You exploded into laughter after reuniting with Mariah, she was dying to know the details as you entered the elevator. "God Mariah, am I stupid?" She looked confused, "Are you gonna see her?" It was disgusting how big you smiled. Her hand flew to her mouth, "Oh my god!" The strangers in the elevator looking at you two. She whispered, "You fucking love bug!" You giggled.

Angela locked her apartment door, slipped off her shoes, and set down her door dashed lasagna. She opened Spotify, hitting play on the song as she gathered things to eat. She made it her Instagram note.