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Dropping Hints

pairing: damien haas x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k (again wow)

warnings: not beta read, use of y/n and l/n, nothing big

summary: As Smosh Summer Games continues filming, you and Damien continue planting clues for viewers.

notes: this is kind of just some cute snippets from the videos.. sorry it took so long! i got nervous knowing people were really reading ᵕ-ᴗ- i hope you still like it, the next chapter will be a fun kind of big reveal!

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Most of the Smosh Summer Games videos were focused on the games, obviously. You and Damien were leaving hints, but nothing overt– watching each other fondly, shoving the other gently when they said something funny, lingering glances and touches. Sure, it’s something, but it’s not even really intentional. You two did that all the time. Now, you were just done hiding it from the cameras.

“I’m, like, 8 months pregnant in this,” Amanda said, explaining her character, Ms. P. She, you, and Damien had a segment in the behind the scenes vlog where you explained what your roles were, since none of you were competing this year. “Or 9 months pregnant. Or 10 months pregnant…?” You laughed behind your hand, and Amanda swatted you playfully. “Basically, she’s the teacher who’s been pregnant 24/7 for years.”

You nodded, chiming in briefly. “Yeah, and the students are always like, ‘I think Ms. P is still pregnant…’”

Amanda finished explaining her character, giving Damien a turn. He began to describe the superintendent, making him sound even more odd than he’d been in the trailer. “High school is so important to him and you have to excel, but it doesn’t have to be academics. Like, if you’re gonna be a bully, be the best bully.” You and Amanda raised your eyebrows, laughing as he continued to encourage evil in his students. “What about you?” He asked, tilting the camera slightly to focus on you a bit more.

You grinned, launching into an explanation of your character. “We weren’t very creative with naming her,” you said, shrugging, “but that’s fine.”

“We?” Amanda scoffed, raising an eyebrow at you. 

You rolled your eyes. “Okay! Okay, I might have procrastinated and settled on my last name. It was that or have her marry the superintendent, but Damien just did his name anyway, so…” You shrugged.

Now it was Damien's turn to raise his eyebrows. “I mean, there’s still time…”

Amanda shook her head. “Down, boy.”

“Anyway,” you said, giving both of them a side-eye before continuing. “She’s that fun teacher– you know how everyone had that fun science teacher? And the students were still kind of rowdy in her class, but they liked her so they were at least nice and behaved most of the time? That’s me.” You shrugged, pretending to flip your hair over your shoulder. “I’m just so likeable.”

Damien and Amanda groaned, but their smiles made it clear they didn’t disagree.

Damien moved on to explaining his duties as host. “I’m excited for it,” he started, and you couldn’t help but get a little lost in watching him. Even with something like explaining his job, which was very similar to yours, you could listen to him talk all day. “Yeah, it’s always fun to play the games, but at the same time, it’s fun to be able to contribute in a different way.” His gaze found yours, and you automatically gave him a small, encouraging nod. “It’s always gonna have a special spot in my heart, catching slime balloons out in the desert.”

“But now,” said Amanda, “you two get to watch them catch slime balloons in the desert!”

“Exactly,” said Damien. “That’s right, both of us– me and my hot co-host.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not really much of a co-host. More of an assistant in a couple of the games, and a few running gags.” You gave a wink to the camera. “It’s a lot of fun!”

“Notice how you didn’t deny the ‘hot’ part,” teased Amanda.

You grinned, shrugging. “That’s the one thing Damien did get right.”

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During the “Who’s Most Likely To…” video, you were playing co-host with the superintendent, as usual, when Ms. P popped her head into the gymnasium and called your name. “Could I borrow you for a quick minute?” She asked.

You nodded, glancing at Mr. Haas, as if to ask, ‘Can you handle them for a sec?’ He gave you a thumbs up and a wink, and you were gone.

As soon as the door shut behind you, it was chaos.

Angela was standing on the bleachers, mocking the other team as she had been doing the whole game so far, her teammates egging her on. The Downtown Dairy Cows didn’t take kindly to this, standing up and storming over to the Hollywood Hot Dogs’ side of the bleachers, throwing their own taunts back. Soon, it devolved into a cat fight, the students pushing and shoving one another– nothing overtly dangerous or malicious, but certainly not an environment where the game could continue.

Mr. Haas tried to speak over them, yelling “Students!” and clapping his hands. They didn’t look over at him once. Just when he started to lose hope, the doors opened again, and you walked in, your face set like a woman on a mission.

“Excuse me!”

Your class immediately quieted, heads turning to look at you with wide eyes. You watched them let go of one another, hands awkwardly at their sides. “You guys, Mr. Haas has planned out this whole game for you, and you can’t sit still for, what, 20 more minutes?” You shook your head. “Pummel each other at lunch, if you want, but gimmie 20 minutes. Please. I don’t like giving out detentions.”

The kids pursed their lips, some rolling their eyes and sighing, but they all made their way back to their seats. “Thank you,” you sighed, before calling up the next two students and giving them their questions to answer.

You turned to look at the superintendent to apologize, but he spoke before you could: “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”

You grinned, shaking your head. “Mr. Haas,” you deadpanned. “I was only gone for 30 seconds.”

He grinned back at you, shrugging. “30 seconds too long.”

As you laughed, the students finished writing their answers. You gave the superintendent's arm a squeeze, taking over the hosting for the rest of the video. The camera lingered, for a moment, on Damien, capturing the way he placed his hand on his own arm– right where you touched him.

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“You play love-sick puppy way too well.”

Damien glanced over at Amanda, who had joined him where he was watching the rest of the filming from off set. Everyone had just finished filming for the day, the final video being the Study Hall Relay. You and Damien hadn’t been in that video, so you’d filmed your confessionals in another room and changed back into your normal clothes, handing your costumes off to the crew.

Most of the cast, including you, were all chatting a bit, seated on the desks and chairs of the classroom. You were animated, explaining something that was making Arasha clutch her stomach while Chanse said your name in a disappointed tone he usually saved for Angela. Damien had sneakily snapped a photo of you laughing with your head thrown back. He’d already debated making it his new lock screen.

“You know, I’m not really playing anything up,” he responded, grinning as Amanda pretended to throw up.

“God, you two are sickening,” she groaned. She was smiling, though, and reached out to put a hand on his shoulder and squeeze. “I’m really happy for you guys, though. Like, actually. This is so exciting!”

Damien felt his expression soften. “Thanks, Amanda,” he said, and she left with a smile to retire her costume for the day. It wasn’t long before you called his name, and he looked up to see you beckoning him over. Who was he to argue?

“It feels weird,” you said, as he leaned against the desks you were seated on, the rest of the cast having just left.

Damien's brow furrowed slightly– not worried, but curious. “What does?”

“Being us on camera.” You tilted your head back, staring up at the ceiling. There was a huge, silly smile on your face, and Damien felt his own expression mirror it. “Like, good weird. Fun. Exciting.”

Damien hummed, letting the quiet settle for a bit. “Amanda said the same thing about all this,” he said, watching you sit up and turn to face him. “She said it’s so exciting. And that she’s really happy for us.”

Your expression turned bittersweet, like that made you so happy you could cry, and Damien let out a surprised little laugh. “Stop, that’s what Court was just telling me. She said she was really proud of us.” You scooted over, tucking yourself against Damien's side as he draped his arm over your shoulders. “We have really great friends.”

Damien was sure your thoughts mirrored his– thoughts of your friends, who were so willing to help you guys announce how much you loved each other; thoughts of the plans you still had for a big reveal; and thoughts of all the little freedoms that being open about your relationship would grant you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “We really do.”

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|| Back To School Vlog! | Smosh Summer Games: Class of 2005 ||

user_23: y/n and Amanda make for pretty believable teachers actually

user_05: the lingering glances.. “my hot co-host”.. another smosh wedding incoming

-> shut_up_05: dude what about the last name comment. MARRYING THE SUPERINTENDENT? whattttttttt

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|| Who Is Most Likely To… | Smosh Summer Games: Class of 2005 ||

smosh_4_lyfe: LMFAO the cast plays ‘rowdy students’ like way too well

-> user_31: y/n plays the teacher really well too when she was yelling at them i was like yes ma’am! my bad!

wheres_ian: the zoom in on damien after that arm touch. either they’re evil or they’re evil AND together

kidnepapped_00: i need edits yesterday omg!

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Smosh Summer Games: The Masterlist

pairing: damien haas x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k (ongoing!)

warnings: not beta read, sparse use of y/n and l/n, all benign stuff

summary: You and Damien have decided you're ready to share your relationship with your fans, and with Smosh Summer Games finally here, you have the perfect plan

Chapter One: The Trailer

Chapter Two: Dropping Hints

Chapter Three:

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so when are we releasing the entirety of the smosh summer games damien romance 🫵

soon! >_<; i'll get another part out by monday! :}

i think i will put some videos together if thats okay.. so the whole series will be 3 or 4 parts ˃ ᵕ ˂

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Over You

pairing: spencer agnew x fem!reader

word count: 985

warnings: none! not beta read, angsty, break up aftermath

request: hey if ur looking for requests still maybe like spencer x reader where like they broke up but he's still not over her but like he's pretending to be because they work together? maybe they had really different schedules and couldn't see each other as much or something or like she's leaving smosh for something? idk you can decide, just something a little angsty please

notes: thank you for the request! i went with the 'leaving smosh' option i hope thats okay!

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Spencer wasn’t doing anything wrong, per se. He wasn’t hurting anyone, nor sneaking around. In fact, much to his dismay, he was actually quite obvious about it– everyone knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t completely delusional, though. He could at least admit that it was a little weird to constantly stare at your ex-girlfriend.

News of your breakup with Spencer had been shared with the office weeks earlier, and simultaneously, you had announced that you were officially leaving Smosh to further a career in music. It had been a long time coming. You were slowly gaining traction over the last year, and with rumors of your highly anticipated debut album dropping soon, it didn’t make sense for you to be at Smosh much longer. Some fans had started speculating, though you hadn’t yet officially told them. Your colleagues– some of your closest friends– had been equal parts over the moon for you and utterly devastated that you would be gone. There had been tears, excited shrieks, very long hugs. It’d been a very dramatic day.

Before you’d broken up, Spencer had known you were planning on leaving before anyone else, and he’d begged you not to carry everyone's grief. He knew you wouldn’t listen. As your final day at Smosh grew closer and the mood dipped further, you took it upon yourself to lift everyone's spirits. He watched you, barely hearing the jokes you cracked or the laughter it drew from everyone in the room. He was too busy memorizing your smile, the way your shoulders shook, the relief in your expression as the usual upbeat vibe returned to your friends.

You used to look over at him after every joke, like his reaction was your favorite. This time, your eyes didn’t catch his once.

It was like that everywhere, now. You two still interacted in videos, laughed when the other told a joke, emailed cordially, but Spencer felt the obvious lack. Gone were the late nights spent editing under one blanket, the slightly too long conversations hovering over each other's desks, the moments of reprieve and quiet and a much needed hug in the break room. Now, they were replaced with your politely distant smiles and plausible excuses to leave the room.  

He was watching again, now at his desk, a few desks behind yours. You were talking to Courtney and Arasha, the former perched on your table while the latter draped her arms over the back of your chair. You weren’t loud enough for Spencer to understand what was being said, but he could hear the general bittersweet cadence of everyone's voices, before you cracked some joke and your friends laughed. His frown only deepened as he watched your shoulders sag. He wanted to shake you. He wanted to go over to your desk and chase everyone away and say “Okay, enough. You aren’t responsible for fixing everyone's feelings– no one wants you to do that to yourself. Come on, talk to me.” Instead, he watched as you stood to re-enact something, Arasha joining Courtney on your desk, where they doubled over as they watched you.

“Spencer?” He whipped around to find Shayne, who’d rolled an office chair up next to him. Shayne gave him a sad little smile. Spencer wanted to crawl under his desk. “Hey, man.”

“Hey,” Spencer muttered. Shayne held a mug out to him, the smell wafting from the hot coffee too tempting, and Spencer reached out to take it. “Thanks,” he said, eyes already dragging back over to you. Spencer didn't try to defend himself– there was no helping him at this point.

Shayne was still looking at him. Spencer could feel it, a prickly sensation like shame crawling up the back of his neck. It had nothing to do with Shayne seeing him, really, but rather the fact that Spencer couldn’t bring himself to stop. He was just going to keep looking at you. It made him feel a little pathetic. “It sucks,” said Shayne, and Spencer scoffed a bit at the understatement. “No, really, it’s… yeah.”

Spencer shrugged, tearing his eyes away from you long enough to tap his laptop keyboard, waking up his screen. “Nah, it’s fine. Weird, but fine.” He glanced up at Shayne, the smile on his face unconvincing, even to himself. “It’s for the better anyway, you know? I wouldn’t ever want to hold her back. I’m just glad, like, fans didn’t know, so we won’t have to deal with that.” He shrugged, eyes doing their best not to dart towards you. “It’ll be easier to be friends when we’re not working together, too.”

Shayne looked like he wanted to say something, but Spencer tried to mentally will him not to go all psych major on him. It seemed to work. His friend sighed, got up, and left Spencer with a pat on the shoulder and an invite to lunch. Spencer gave a vague noise of agreement, logging onto his computer and looking up at you one last time.

You were gone, along with Courtney and Arasha. Spencer felt his heart sink. How was he going to survive you being gone forever if it was this painful knowing he might not see you for a couple hours?

He hadn’t been completely lying– it would probably be way easier to be friends with you when you were gone. He’d have time to deal, to be weird about it without ruining the work environment, and then he could get his shit together. He could get over you. Probably.

Spencer tapped on his coffee mug, biting the inside of his cheek and staring at his computer screen so long, it fell asleep again. He didn’t bother logging back on this time. He shut his laptop, texting Shayne that he was actually just gonna take his lunch early, and got up from his seat.

He could get over you, but he didn’t want to.

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haiii ˃ ᵕ ˂ im working on an angela request and a spencer request right now! i might get them done before the next part of the damien ssg series and i will get them all out soon! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و

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hi hi! im wendy! welcome to my smosh side blog!

i go through phases a lot with writing, so i cant promise a consistent schedule.. buuut! i can promise that ill do my best not to disappear for too long at a time!

my only boundaries are as follows...

♡︎ no sexually explicit requests please! i am not very comfortable with writing these and also not very good at it... >_<

♡︎ please dont get upset if i dont write a request you send! i might not have seen it, might not have felt comfortable, or might have a different reason entirely..

♡︎ please be nice about any mistakes! im all for criticism, especially if im ooc, but dont be mean about it!

right now, im open to writing for...

♡︎ angela giarratana

♡︎ spencer agnew

♡︎ damien haas

thats all! thank you >ᴗ<

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Damien x reader (I’m not picky abt genders) where they’re both teachers in Smosh Summer Games and the students (the rest of the cast) start making rumours about them dating (yk how you would have those two teachers that everyone shipped)

Maybe that could be how they reveal their relationship to the fans?? Or it could bring them closer and make them realize they like each other?? Idk, it’s up to you!!

The Trailer

pairing: damien haas x fem!reader

word count: 1.6K

warnings: none! not beta read, use of y/n and l/n, all benign stuff

summary: You and Damien have decided you're ready to share your relationship with your fans, and with Smosh Summer Games finally here, you have the perfect plan

notes: this idea is sooo cute, thank you for requesting it! sorry if anything is ooc, im a little new around here. also this could be a fun series perchance. we will see where things go

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The intercom droned on, though the person on speaker knew very well almost none of the students would be listening. It was summer, after all. Sure enough, students in one particular classroom were engaging in all manner of distractions– using their phones, drawing on themselves, reading, even sleeping– rather than listening to that morning's announcements. Their quiet ignorance was disrupted swiftly by the opening of the door. The students looked up, and in walked a man in a rather interesting sweater vest, fingers pressed together before him.

“Greetings, students.” Some of the students in question snickered. Others returned to their various activities, already bored. To his credit, the man seemed undeterred. “It appears you’ve settled in nicely. I bet you’re wondering why you’re all here, in the heat of summer, in a classroom.”

The superintendent, as the students would later learn the man was, launched into a monologue on what the summer would entail. About halfway through his speech, the classroom door opened and shut once more. “Ah,” the superintendent said. “Who decided to join us?”

The camera panned to you.

You stood there, frozen in front of the door, a mug of teachers lounge coffee in hand. The students turned to look at you, some blinking and uninterested, others smiling slightly, like this was an inside joke you shared, or like it was funny watching their teacher go through what they so often did.

You gave them a tight lipped smile, then turned your eyes on the superintendent, just as he turned to look at you as well, clearly about to speak. You prepared yourself for a brief berating or some snarky comment, since the old superintendent would’ve had a field day with your tardiness, but nothing came. The man just stared at you, looking slightly confused, as though he’d just come to and had no idea where he was.

The silence dragged on for a second too long, and you could no longer take it. You strode forward, sticking out your hand. “Hi,” you said, hoping your voice came out friendly and likeable, something that said ‘I’m a great teacher and I’m usually never late’. “I’m Ms. (L/N), the science teacher.”

The superintendent blinked at your hand, then seemed to suddenly realize it was his turn to speak. “Yes!” He exclaimed, a little loud, before taking your hand in his and shaking firmly. There was a giggle or two from somewhere in the classroom. “Sorry, yes, of course, thank you for– I’m Mr. Haas, the superintendent.”

You gave him a more genuine smile, brows furrowing apologetically as he let go of your hand. “I’m so sorry for the delay, Mr. Haas. Our coffee machine has it out for me, I swear.” You lifted the mug in your hand, shrugging helplessly. “I trust the class has been on their best behavior?”

You turned to sweep your gaze over the classroom: Spencer was asleep, Arasha was on her phone, and Tommy was typing rather loudly on his laptop. At your look, however, they reluctantly set down their activities– well, all but Spencer. You knew they would just pick them up again within the next five minutes, but you gave them an appreciative smile for the time being, turning back to Mr. Haas.

“I’ll let you continue, then. No more interruptions, promise.”

You stepped over to your desk at the front of the room, leaning back with one hand on the desk, taking a much needed sip of your coffee with the other. Mr. Haas had turned back to the students, clapping his hands in front of him. “Right!” He began, before jumping back into his spiel on the plans for the next few weeks. You couldn’t help but smile a bit. He was very formal, all posture and grand expressions. You tried not to let the students see your face. There was no doubt they were already going to make him go through a bit of hell with their teasing, and you didn’t want to contribute to it.

By the time Mr. Haas completed his speech, the students had long since returned to their various distractions. At least, you sighed internally, Spencer had woken up– even if he was now rifling through his backpack for his phone.

Mr. Haas made his way up to you at your desk. “Thank you, Mr. Haas,” you said, nodding at him.

“It’s, um, Damien,” he said, a bit of the formality seeming to leave him, replaced by something like nerves.

You smiled, tilting your head at him. “Damien,” you said slowly, before giving him your name. “Well, I’m sure we’ll be hanging out a lot at school this summer.” You placed your coffee back on the desk, pushing off and giving him a look like you were offering allyship to help the both of you make it through the season. “I’ll see you around, Damien.”

As you reached the front of the classroom, you clapped your hands once to get your students’ attention. “Hey, guys,” you said, smiling a bit as the students returned your greeting (your kids were definitely easily distracted, but they were good kids). “I’ve got some options for today. Wanna help me pick?”

You didn’t see it, but a few of your students– and the camera– definitely did: Superintendent Haas, still standing by your desk, eyes trained on you for a second too long, before he turned and left the room in a rush.

Angela glanced over at Courtney, who was already looking back at her, mouth hanging open. Angela rolled her eyes, but she knew they were thinking the same thing: Weird.

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“CUT!”

You let your hands drop, stretching your fingers a bit. You’d been clutching that coffee cup a little too hard, it seemed. You turned and made your way off set, stopping to chat with a couple people on your way to Damien. The man was sitting on a couch behind the cameras and filming crew, a big smile on his face as he watched you approach. He stood, meeting you halfway.

“Superintendent,” you joked, grinning slyly as you draped your arms over his shoulders. “That little ‘deer in headlights’ act you just did? I almost broke, Damien. That’s gonna be so funny to watch back.”

Damien let his hands settle on your waist, pulling you a little closer and shaking his head. “That was not an act,” he said. “I never got to see your costume fitting, remember? That was my genuine reaction to seeing you like this.”

You laughed for real now, pulling back just enough to look down at your outfit: trousers, a tucked in blouse, and boots. Your hair was messy, a pencil tucked behind your ear, and you hardly had any jewelry on (lab safety hazard). “This?” You parroted, giving him a very questioning look.

Damien nodded, almost cartoonishly solemn. “Have you seen your ass in those pants? It’s like you’re actually trying to kill me.”

You laughed again, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. “Well, maybe we should do more surprises for the costumes. It’d definitely make this whole ‘reveal’ thing a little easier.”

You and Damien had been dating secretly for a little over a year and a half now– long enough that you’d started slipping up a bit in videos. It was mostly miniscule, like mentioning a partner, bringing up very date-like things the two of you had done, watching each other with grins that were a little too fond. Of course, your castmates and colleagues knew and called out these things off tape, but you hadn’t expected the comments to pick up on something going on.

Smosh comments sections on any video that featured the two of you were flooded with people pointing out how you talked about one another, how your joke flirting for bits came a little too naturally, how much chemistry you two had, both in and out of characters.

“What do you think?” You had asked Damien one morning, after spending a while looking through edits together and giggling. “Would you be cool with, like… telling everyone?”

He was quiet for a moment, and you’d looked over to find him smiling wide, eyes glued to you. “Yeah,” he’d said, trailing his fingers along your arm absently. “I’d be cool. I think it’d be fun, and we could handle whatever happens.” He shrugged then, looking to the side in mock deep thought. “Though, with all the comments, I think it should be pretty smooth. Expected, even.”

You’d laughed, shaking your head. “Okay. We can start figuring out how tomorrow, then,” you’d agreed.

The next day, the two of you had shared your plans with your colleagues, who brought up how fun it could be to share the news through the channel. When writing for Smosh Summer Games started, Courtney had suggested the idea of you both being teachers and rumors being spread among the students about the two of you– something almost all of you had seen happen in high school. It was a perfect idea, a great way to play on the comments and, in the end, reveal your relationship publicly to the only people really left to tell.

Someone called your name from the set, dragging you out of your memories. You looked over your shoulder as they continued. “Could we run that entrance back? Just the pan over to you, should be quick.”

You nodded, yelling back “For sure!” before turning back to Damien and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “See you in a sec, Mr. Haas,” you grinned, slipping away and speeding back onto set.

Damien just stood there, smiling and pink-cheeked, as he watched you go.

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|| Smosh Summer Games: Class of 2005 (OFFICIAL TRAILER) ||

smosh_4_lyfe: SMOSH SUMMER GAMES IS BACK BABYYYYYYYY

user_404: its so peak....

user_31: ARE THEY DOING A Y/N AND DAMIEN PLOT? WHAT? -> y/ns_missing_ring: FUCKED UP to play with our fragile hearts like this but the edits are going to be SOOOO SO GOOD

shut_up_05: damien that acting is a bit too good -> user_200: i do not think its acting anymore

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smosh writing side blog!

haiii fellow smosh fans! :] im thinking of writing some smosh x readers... ill probably start with damien, spencer, and angela. send me some prompts/requests if youd like!