welcome to the chaos zone aka my blog! you can call me rubix or rubixcube or any other variant that you like. i'm just here to scream into the void about smosh and nerdy prudes must die [but mainly just angela]
i'm planning on writing for both angela and grace chasity [and maybe amangela?]
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angela saying "good girl" to amanda during musical theater beopardy was not on my bingo card today but i honestly shouldn't be surprised by her anymore
hi i would just like to add that pouty sore loser angela is her trying to act like trevor since they both picked each other as their characters that round hehe /gen
that's a good point! i think she was trying to make fun of him but then her real competitive side came out and she forgot 😅
speaking of, her and trevor are such an underrated duo
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do you know the context for congresswoman slide in from todays video?
i wish 😂
being for real, i have no idea what angela meant with that joke, outside of it being an allusion to something dirty. the jump from her supposedly being congresswoman amanda's assistant who tells her when to not be sassy to her making that joke is massive
also, can i say something really stupid? angela started giving me queer vibes after i noticed how often she wears a hairtie on her wrist. i’m not sure why or what the correlation is but i noticed and went “gay” and here we are 😅
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summary: sleepless nights aren’t so bad when you have angela to keep you company
warnings: none, just fluff; a few dashes of anxiety; sleepy angela being way too cute; shameless nerdy prudes must die plug; not proofread!
wordcount: 1.1k
a/n: i’ve been having a really hard time falling asleep lately so i wrote this fic instead of actually doing something about it 😅 i’ve been wanting to write angela fics since i started this blog but i’m finally committing! i have far too many ideas and not enough time but i’ll make it work somehow…hopefully 😶 anyway, hope you enjoy <3
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A sigh tumbles out of your mouth as you roll away from your girlfriend and stare up at the dark ceiling above you. You close your eyes and try to fall back asleep to no avail.
Looks like another sleepless night.
You turn your head to look at the brunette next to you, a part of you wanting to reach out and wake her. The two of you haven't been living together for long and you were still getting used to sharing a sleep schedule with someone else.
More than that, you were slowly becoming an expert in getting up out of bed without making a shit ton of noise. It wasn't as easy as it sounded. Especially because Angela's ears were somehow completely tuned to you.
You were making it work, though, and the slight challenge was a small price to pay to live with your girlfriend.
You and Angela had decided moving in together would fix both your need to find a better place to live (with slightly more manageable rent) and her need to spend more time with you in between her endless gigs. Her work ethic was admirable, albeit slightly unhealthy. At least this way, you could keep an eye on each other.
Of course, you'd sort of forgotten to mention the troubles you usually have with falling asleep and staying asleep. You didn't necessarily consider yourself an insomniac, but you did go through days, weeks, sometimes even months, of struggles that couldn't be soothed with warm tea or less screen time.
Your girlfriend, on the other hand, couldn't seem to get enough of sleep. She could nap anywhere as long as she was somewhat comfortable. It would be awesome if you weren't so jealous of her ability.
Angela needed her sleep, though. She worked way too hard for way too many hours and her only form of self-care was simply a plate of pasta and a glass of wine.
That's why you decided that instead of waking her up with your endless tossing and turning, you'd get up and put a comfort movie on the TV and chill there until you got sleepy again.
Instead of a movie, though, you stumbled across Nerdy Prudes Must Die and decided to watch it for the hundredth time. It didn't replace the soft sound of Angela's voice next to your ear when she held you against her, but it was good enough for now.
So, you snuggled up on the couch with an unbelievable amount of pillows, a warm blanket, and a slightly grumpy Spork next to the couch.
That's exactly where you were when Angela made her way out of the bedroom in search of you. "y/n?"
You turn your head at the sound of your girlfriend's voice, a soft smile pulling at the corners of your lips when you take in her sleepy appearance. "Hey, babe. Why're you awake?"
"Dunno," she shrugs as she struggles to suppress a yawn. "But I got worried when I didn't feel you. You okay?"
Her concern, paired with her extra raspy voice, makes your heart swell. "Yeah, I'm fine, just couldn't sleep."
She pouts, walking over to join you on the couch. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"So you could be grumpy and complain?"
"Good point."
You chuckle as you move over to make room for Angela. She manages to fit in between you and the couch, her arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you against her chest.
"Wait, what are you watching?" She asks.
"What do you think, doofus?" You reply, playfully elbowing her stomach. "Don't talk so much, though, it's my favorite part."
Your favorite part, of course, being the entirety of Dirty Girl. Angela, on the other hand, always has a hard time watching that part since she's way too focused on herself and her "mistakes".
What she calls mistakes, though, you call her acting quirks. Quirks that turn Grace Chasity into one of the most complex and entertaining characters you've ever seen.
"Do I really have to watch this?" She grumbles, leaning down and burying her face in the side of your neck.
"You can go back to sleep if you want." Your hands find their way on top of hers and you allow your fingers to trace the backs of them, along with the slightly protruding veins that cover them.
"Not while I'm listening to myself."
It's hard not to find her constant complaining funny and you barely manage to hold in your laughter. She's always slightly more sensitive than usual when she's tired, so you take pity on her...for now.
Thankfully, she stops pouting long enough for you to watch the best part of the whole musical. You don't miss the way she sings the song under her breath even though you decide not to call her out on it.
"How many times have you seen this?" She asks once she's sure your favorite part has passed.
"A lot," you say, feeling your cheeks heat up with the admission. "I watch it when I miss you."
"Baby-" She tries her hardest to hold in a laugh but ultimately fails. "You could have just woken me up!"
Angela's clear amusement does little to soothe your growing embarrassment. You try to squirm away from her to avoid any further teasing but she simply holds you tighter, pulling you closer until you're flush against her once more.
"Sorry, sorry, you know I'm just teasing," she mumbles, pressing a line of kisses to the side of your neck.
"You're annoying," you huff.
Despite your words, you sink back against her once more, tilting your head slightly to give her better access to your skin.
"You know you love me, princess."
"That doesn't make you any less annoying."
Her kisses trail up your neck and onto your jaw before finally landing on your lips.
"I'm serious, by the way," she whispers once she pulls away. "Wake me up next time. I don't care how tired I am. I want to be here with you."
"Hmmm..." You pretend to think about it for a second just to steal another kiss from her. "You've got yourself a deal, angel."
She laughs again as she rests her chin on your shoulder, silently going back to watching the musical with you.
You make it all the way to Hatchet Town before your eyes grow far too heavy for you to keep them open.
Angela gently shifts you until your head rests against her shoulder. She watches you for a few moments until she's sure you've gone back to sleep.
She knows her back will be awfully sore tomorrow morning and you'll definitely have a kink in your neck but it's a small price to pay for a few more hours of cuddles. Not just cuddles, though, she was banking on you staying asleep until morning this time.
She'd stay up all night to keep an eye on you if she had to. You're far more important to her than some extra hours of sleep.