✩ it's almost if i am enough (like i've become the one you see)
╰› 1.6k words, spencer agnew x plus size! reader, body issues get countered
✩ and i knew (in the crystalline knowledge of you)
╰› 2.1k words, spencer agnew x single mom! reader, halloween gets an upgrade
✩ settle soft and pure as snow (i fell in love with the fire long ago)
╰› 1.2k words, spencer agnew x gender fluid!reader, gender dysphoria and fear of upsetting a partner don't get to exists around spencer agnew
✩ that's what you do when you love somebody
╰› 1.2k words, spencer agnew x fem!reader, wardrobe malfunctions silently get corrected
✩ we're each convinced that nothing would change (but if that's the case, why is it a conversation anyway)
╰› 1.4k words, spencer agnew x fem!reader, a slip of the tongue causes a lot of confusion and an important conversation
✩ i've seen it all, so i thought (but i've never seen nobody shine the way you do)
╰› 1.2k words, spencer agnew x fem!reader, an 'eat it or yeet it' mishap turns into an intimate moment
✩ you're the only thing that i think i got right
╰› 2.3k words, spencer agnew x pregnant!reader, slip-ups threaten a hidden pregnancy
✩ just hold me tight, when you love me tonight (and don't close your eyes)
╰› 1.4k words, spencer agnew x reader, when y/n's ex visits and joins a games video spencer has a little trouble biting his tongue
✩ i'll try, for all of my life, just to find someone (who leaves on the light)
╰› 2.3k words, spencer angnew x menstruating!reader, in the days before y/n's period they feel awful; spencer notices
✩ the only bad you've ever done was to see the good in me
╰› 1.9k words, drunk!spencer agnew x fem!reader, reader sees a drunk guy at bar and decides to keep him safe
single mom reader
✩ till peace we find, tell you what i'll do, all the things i own i will share with you (if i feel tomorrow like i feel today, we'll do what we want and give the rest away)
╰› 2.3k words, spencer agnew x single girl mom!reader, reader is forced to bring her daughter into the office
✩ dusty trails can lead you to a golden road (i've been told)
╰› 2.8k words, spencer agnew x single girl mom!reader, reader's daughter's first birthday
✩ you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be
╰› 1.1k words, spencer agnew x fem!reader (pre-single girl mom), spencer has a confession
✩ and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life
╰› 1.2k words, spencer agnew x new girl mom!reader, spencer visits reader after she gives birth
✩ [he] takes away my trouble, [he] takes away my grief
╰› 2.4k words, spencer agnew x single girl mom!reader, reader's daughter is sick
✩ i have no fear (have only love)
╰› 1.7k words, spencer agnew x single girl mom!reader, platonic!smosh x single girl mom!reader, reader, spencer, iris, and co. watch the sunset on the beach
✩ the sunlight shines a little brighter (written by @twilightmoon-13)
check out their account to read !! <3
✩ i have seen pictures of time, the frames still in motion, i find
╰› 1.3k words, spencer agnew x single girl mom!reader, iris takes her first steps
✩ is it lost on me, all the things i don't need
╰› 4.8k words, spencer agnew x girl mom!reader, an unwanted familiar face shows up
✩ we only get what we give
╰› 1.6k words, spencer agnew x girl!mom reader, platonic!shayne topp x reader, the morning after everything, reader realizes how deeply others care about her
alex tran
✩ and i have no peace, 'til you give me clarity (yeah, i need to hear and see, if i matter at all)
╰› 1.4k words, alex tran x fem!reader, fear stops what could be for nearly three months
angela giarratana
✩ surely i have seen torrents and seen ripples, here and now lies somewhere in between
╰› 1.2k words, angela giarratana x reader, angela and reader have a quiet morning in
steve harrington
✩ im just a shy kid, camouflaged before your eyes
╰› 972 words, steve harrinton x single mom!reader, a red suit saves your daughter
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Part of the Olives-verse but can be read as a stand-alone! (Check my masterlist for more info)
You and Spencer get married. It's everything you've ever wanted and more.
TW: Pregnancy, suggestive jokes/actions, backstory??? omg???, allusions to frenemies to lovers, bickering as a love language (bc duh it's my fave thing)
You tugged on your dress, looking into the gold-framed mirror in the guest house. The weather was beautiful, the flowers were in full bloom, everything was perfect, and you were so nervous. Usually your go-to would be to bug Spencer, but according to some stupid tradition, your friends had barred you from seeing him. “Bad luck” or whatever. Your hand, instead of finding his, found the small bump, invisible under your dress. You clasped your hands over it, moving to twist your ring, and found your finger empty. Oh, right. The photographer had taken it to do shots of the rings, your bouquet, your vows and Spencer’s cufflinks. You fiddled with your necklace instead, a small sapphire on the end for your something blue, a gift from your mom. Your sister had also given you something blue in the form of a garter. She insisted you wear it, despite the fact you “clearly were getting plenty of dick already.” Heinous behavior from her, considering you had opened it at your bridal shower in front of Spencer’s mom. Your face turned red at the thought.
Your phone rang, startling you out of your stupor. Spence. “Hey beautiful, come look out the window!”
“Good morning to you too, handsome.” You walked to the small window and peeked through. You could see your husband-to-be two stories below you, waving at you from the sidewalk. “You know we aren’t supposed to see each other honey.”
“Shayne said Court said you were freaking out and wanting to see me.” Curse your kind and hypocritical friends.
You sighed. “Maybe a little.”
“Hey, it’s okay, we can still back out now and elope.”
“Absolutely not, we spent too much money on this.”
“Okay, no backing out, so all there is to do is move forward. Deep breaths. How’s baby?”
“Baby is behaving today, no thanks to you. Except for the hormones. There’s been a lot of crying. I cried over the floral arrangements earlier.”
He snickered. “I heard about that.”
“Nosy ass bitches,” you grumbled.
“They’re literally your bridesmaids.”
“They can be both.”
He hummed in agreement before sighing. “I’m being summoned, apparently they don’t know where the cake is supposed to go. I’ll get a handle on it or make Alex do it, don’t freak out.”
“Easier said than done.”
“I’ll see you in a few hours, okay? It’ll be perfect, I promise.”
“I love you Spence.”
“I love you too.” He hung up the phone.
Your sister came up from behind you with a smirk on her face. “How’s the beau? You used my gift yet?” She wiggled her eyebrows menacingly.
“Isn’t the maid of honor supposed to relieve the bride of stress?”
“Touche.”
Your mom joined her, your shoes in one hand and tissues in the other. She wrapped the two of you up in her arms. “My babies are all grown up, look at you! Do a spin for me girls!” The two of you giggled and spun each other around, just like you used to when you were kids.
After the moment had passed, the photographer quietly beckoned the three of you to come with her, handing your bouquet to your sister and letting you slip your ring back on. Your mom grabbed your elbow to help you descend the stairs to your waiting bridesmaids. Their faces lit up when they saw you come around the corner of the hallway, cheering and clapping like their lives depended on it. It was impossible to stop the bubbling laugh from rising in your chest. All of your favorite people were here in one place, the blues of their dresses shimmering like waves in the sunlight filtering into the building.
They excitedly herded you towards the gardens where you were going to do your first look with Spencer. Arasha carried the back of your gown and Courtney was diligently keeping an eye out for anything that could even slightly trip you. As you walked, you spotted Spencer and his crew of groomsmen in the distance. Angela ran ahead, yelling at him to “turn the fuck around” before she “stole her away and married her myself”. It took everything in you to hold yourself back from running to him too. It had been two days of barely seeing him, and you felt like you were being held back from a part of your soul.
You watched as he threw his head back and laughed at her, but reluctantly turned around so his back was to you. When you finally made it, your hand immediately found his and squeezed.
“Unless Shayne got a really expensive manicure in the last two seconds, I’m gonna guess that’s my wonderful wife.”
You blushed. “Guilty as charged, well, not yet, but soon.”
“Aren’t you the one who said two months was negligible?”
“Shut up Agnew.” Everyone laughed from where they had grouped off to the side and the photographer ordered them to be quiet, then made them back up and go away so you could really, truly have private vows.
You took a deep breath and told him to turn around. He held both your hands and stepped backwards, studying your outfit with wide eyes. “You- you’re- wow. Just wow.”
You giggled. “Wow yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this put together. And by put together, I mean devastatingly handsome and charming.”
“I’m trying to sweep a goddess off her feet today, I figured I may as well look good while I did it.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Oh, I know.” His hand came up to caress your stomach. “Still feeling okay?”
You stared into his eyes, watching as the gold rims of his glasses flashed in the sunlight. “Never better.”
“Can I kiss you or will it ruin the makeup you paid hundreds of dollars for?”
“Just be careful and it’ll be okay.” He pecked you lightly on the lips. “We should probably do our vows before the peanut gallery gets restless.”
He looked at your bridal party with fondness and shook his head. “Probably. At least before Angela and Chanse choreograph a dance number for the reception.”
You laughed, fixing the collar on his dress shirt, which was trying to escape from his navy blue blazer. “I have it on good authority that they already have.”
He used your distraction to hide his vows in his hand, then said, “Oh, look what I found,” before pulling them from behind your ear.
“Even on our wedding day you can’t help but be a dork.”
His smile was giddy. “But I’m your dork.”
“Duh.” You stick your tongue out at him.
“Okay, okay, vows now before a fight breaks out in the crowd.” You could hear cackles come from your group of friends, who were doing the least subtle bit of eavesdropping you’d ever seen. You watched him fumble with the paper for a little bit before he stuttered, saying your name in a tone only reserved for you and the last Mountain Dew Kickstart in the fridge at 2 am. He started choking up before even saying the first word, and you squeezed his hand again. Taking a deep breath, he started. “From the first day we met, I think I was always meant to be yours.” Your eyes started to water. “I know it hardly seems that way, considering we butted heads more times than anyone could count to the point that HR had to intervene. But several almost sleepless nights where you dragged me out of the office by my hair and one comically large get-along shirt later, we managed to defy all the odds and make it to our wedding without killing each other. You challenged me in ways I never thought possible and made me laugh harder than I thought I could while doing it. They say that the lines between hate and love are thin, but as much as I wanted to think I hated you at the beginning, I never did. You’ve brought me the best moments of my life and all I want to do is continue to experience both the good and the bad with you. And we’re going to start having sleepless nights together again,” his voice cracked, “but this time, they won’t be filled with us arguing, too bright screens and endless amounts of caffeine. This time, it’ll be us taking care of something we made together, softly. And we’ll mess up endlessly. But I have so much love for the two of you that it hopefully won’t matter. Thank you for giving me the life I’ve always wanted, and for loving me enough to grow a mini version of us for 10 months even though it’s hard. You’re so badass.” He whispered that last part, as if he didn’t want the baby to hear a bad word. “I love you so much.”
The two of you were in tears and you were fanning your face desperately, trying to stop your makeup from running. You thanked your stylist internally for remembering waterproof mascara. Your mom passed you a tissue and your vows. She had not been thrilled with the idea of you keeping them tucked away in your bra when you suggested it.
Once you had calmed down and wiped Spencer’s tears away, it was your turn. “Spencer, you’re the weirdest person I know. That’s it.” Angela started to cackle in the back at the look on his face. “No, no, it’s not, I haven’t even really started yet, I just needed to say something to stop me from crying again.”
“You’re such a loser.” He said fondly.
“Spence, you’re the love of my life. A few years ago if you had told me that one of my favorite things would be quiet nights in, drinking hot chocolate and watching my arch-nemesis play video games poorly on our couch, I probably would’ve throttled you on the spot. But as slowly as you crept in and took over my desk space, you also took over my heart, which is to say, very quickly and in the least subtle way possible. I was honestly surprised when you didn’t fall over when I asked you out. But I really wouldn’t want to spend this crazy life with anyone else. We’ve had our fair share of ups and downs, but nothing will stop me from continuing to stick by you through everything. I love you to the sun and back.”
Spencer was sniffing, tears rolling uninhibited down his face. He leaned his head gently on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist. “This is the best day of my life.”
You hugged him back as tight as you could through the confines of your dress. “It’s mine too.” You cupped his face in your hand, brushing the tears away with your thumb. He leaned in and kissed you, no longer caring about the makeup. He picked you up and twirled you around, and you broke the kiss to laugh giddily.
The group took that as their sign to rush forward, pulling the two of you apart to start taking group pictures. Spencer winked at you and you blew him a kiss as you got dragged over to a gazebo filled with lavender and irises. Once the pictures were done, the two of you got swept off in different directions until the big moment.
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The doors leading to the altar seemed much more intimidating when you were standing in front of it with only your mother. She pulled you into a side hug. “I’m so proud of you.”
You tilted your head into her shoulder. “Thanks Mom, for everything.”
“Of course darling, now let’s get you in there before Spencer panics.”
The doors opened before you, and she led you down the aisle with a smile. Between the small heels you were wearing, the long train on your dress, and the cheesy look on Spencer’s face, it was a miracle you managed to make it down the aisle in one piece. She kissed your cheek and dropped you off safely at the altar, tears in her eyes. Spencer grasped your hands tightly, looking like a dream among the purple and blue flowers and whispered, “This is my dream come true.”
“Mine too.” You whispered back, desperately squeezing his hands to steady yourself. The ceremony was a blur to you, but his eyes kept you grounded, and once you said the final “I do”, you practically leaped into his arms to kiss him, forgetting that there were over a hundred people watching you.
You no longer cared about anything except the fact that he was officially yours, not only in your heart, but also in the eyes of the law. The crowd burst into joyful laughter as Spencer grabbed your hand in his and thrust the bouquet up in the air, hands clasped around it like a trophy, then practically skipped down the aisle, dragging you with him.
“Spence! Slow down!” You giggled breathlessly as he brought you back to the room where you had gotten ready and gently pushed you down onto the couch.
“You can’t blame me for wanting the most out of the hour alone I get with my wife before our reception.” He knelt, pushing aside the tulle of your dress to reveal your feet. He took off your heels, massaging the swollen arches. You melted under his touch. “Honey, you should’ve worn more comfortable shoes, this looks painful.”
“Beauty is pain, baby.”
“It shouldn’t have to be.”
“It’s your fault technically, you know.”
“I know.”
“But I love you anyway.”
“I love you too. Hey, what’s this?” He tugged on the blue lace on your thigh, which he’d accidentally revealed while trying to deal with the many layers of fabric.
You blushed, turning your face away from him. “A gift from my sister, something blue, you know?”
He kissed his way up your leg, sucking on the spot above the garter and making your breath hitch. “That will be staying on later.”
You pushed his head back, glaring at him. “The key word is later. Our family and friends are in the next room over. You and I both know that my Aunt Karen is probably at the door eavesdropping as we speak.”
“I know, I know.” He slipped your socks and tennis shoes on without you asking, knowing that between the tulle and your bump, you had a lot of trouble seeing your feet.
You caressed his head, running your hand through his curls. “How are you feeling?”
He blinked up at you, gently smiling. “Amazing. This is the happiest I’ve ever been. Who knew four years ago that I would be tying the shoes of my pregnant wife while she sits like a princess in her wedding dress.”
You chuckled. “Not us, that’s for sure.”
“It’s a good thing we were wrong about each other. At least about the mean parts.”
“I dunno, you still piss me off sometimes.”
“Yeah, but I don’t do it on purpose anymore.” You hummed in agreement and stretched your arms out for him. He detangled himself from your dress and climbed up next to you, leaning his head on your chest. “I think I could stay like this forever.”
“How does 30 more minutes sound? Quick nap? They can’t deny a pregnant woman.”
“You’re so right. Naptime it is.” He put his hand on your stomach. “I love the two of you so much.”
“We love you too, Spence, forever and always.”
A/N: Consider this reparations for yesterday's fic and also this has been sitting in my drafts for forever and I love it sooooooooo yeah.
Okay, here me out what if its Spencer and Y/N with the one song thats like "I should be who your engaged to" (I can't remember the song name) but it's a one shot and they were a thing for a while then Y/N moved and then Spencer got engaged and it's a whole angst thing
Also I love your writing skills!! ♡
Too Little, Too Late
Spencer Agnew x f!ex reader
Angst, no comfort or happy ending
TW: Pining ex, watching the love of your life get engaged to someone else, throwing up, pet name usage with a friend, instagram stalking, crying, self doubt/insecurities, wishing you could go back and change the past
Seattle was the gloomiest place you’d ever lived in, but also the most beautiful. When the sun made the clouds dissipate, Mount Rainier loomed in the background like a watchful goddess, and left you in awe. Today, unfortunately, was not one of those days. It was freezing and rainy, turning your umbrella inside out and leaving you soaked to the bone on the way home from work. By the time you had dried off and curled up by your fireplace, you were wishing you had someone to comfort you. Someone who could stroke your hair and tell you everything would be okay.
You used to have that once.
It had been two years, but you still missed Spencer like nobody’s business. Not that he would ever know that. You had moved to sunny LA to pursue your dream job and bumped into a handsome stranger in a coffee shop. He had slid a napkin with his number on your table, way smoother than anything you’d ever experienced in your life, and had hit it off amazingly. He was more awkward and goofy than your original meeting had led you to believe, but it was so adorable you couldn’t bring yourself to care. That had been the best year of your life.
Then the merger came. Your company hauled you off to Seattle, giving you the promotion you’d been working your ass off for as some sort of compensation. The worst part was, you needed the money. LA was more expensive than you’d planned for, and it was draining both you and your bank account. So, you left.
You had tried long distance. You tried so hard. You spent sleepless nights FaceTiming him, doing movie dates over the computer and watching Cleo bat at the camera, but it just wasn’t enough. It hurt like hell, but there was no way you could do it anymore. Neither could he. You watched him strain more and more to keep up with you and Smosh’s demands, and eventually, everything collapsed. But you knew you’d always love him. He was Spencer, after all.
You were reminiscing when your friend Lana called you.
“I’m so sorry my love.”
You frowned. “Why are you sorry?”
“Have you opened Instagram lately?”
“No, I’ve had a crazy day.”
“Oh no, sweetheart. I’ll stay on the phone while you do.”
“What happened?”
“You’ll see.”
You opened Instagram, expecting some celebrity to have died or something. But Lana hadn’t been exaggerating. As soon as your feed loaded, tears started to roll unfettered down your cheeks.
“No no no no no, this can’t be happening.”
“I wish I could say it wasn’t, sweetheart.”
Your heart lurched into your throat as you scrolled through the pictures. Spencer looked amazing, his curls effortlessly messy, his button-up shirt open at the top in the way you knew meant he had been fiddling with it for ages. But he was down on one knee. With a very beautiful girl in front of him. And she looked at him exactly like you had used to.
Their matching grins made your stomach turn. It was clear she’d said yes. Who wouldn’t? The pictures turned to them kissing, doing those cute couples photos that you used to coo at with him when you saw pictures of your friends online. You thought you had been in some sort of nightmare, something you would wake up from eventually, until you saw the ring.
It was THE ring.
The one you had shown him on Pinterest drunkenly one night. The one where he had nuzzled into your arms and promised that one day it would be yours and set your heart alight.
The very same one.
You rushed to your bathroom toilet just in time for the wave of nausea to expel itself from your body. Lana spoke in hushed whispers, trying to soothe you, but it did nothing to stop you from feeling like you were being pulled apart at the seams.
Once you were done, you laid on the cold tile, trying to ground yourself. Softly, you said, “That was the ring we had always talked about.”
“No it isn’t.”
“Mmhmm, it is.”
“That bastard.”
“She’s so pretty. And I bet she’s kind and smart and everything he’s ever wanted.”
“She’s not as pretty as you.”
“I wish it was me. I wish I had stayed.” You started to sob, the words wrenching out of your chest. “It would’ve been better if I had stayed.”
“But you love Seattle.”
“I love him more! I’ve always loved him more!” You felt your heart trying to claw its way out of your chest. “He- he- Fuck. I love him. And now it’s too late. He loves someone else. He’s getting married to someone else. Oh god, he’s getting married. What the fuck. Lana I was gonna move back there. They’re setting up a new office and I offered to go and I nearly texted him and this whole time, this whole time he was with someone else.”
“Oh lovie, I’m so sorry.”
You shook your head violently, despite the fact that she couldn’t see you. “No, it’s my fault. I… I should’ve known he wouldn’t sit around and wait for me. That’s so fucking stupid. I’m so fucking stupid.”
“You aren’t stupid.”
“I’m throwing up over my ex being engaged, let’s be real right now, I’m stupid.”
“You just have big feelings.”
“Yeah, stupid ones.” You let out a cold laugh. “I’m a goddamned fool. Why would he wait? I’m not someone worth waiting for.”
“You are someone worth waiting for. I promise.”
“I love you, but right now the whole reassurance thing isn’t gonna work. I just need to wallow.”
“Okay, we’re wallowing then. Takeout, ice cream and a movie? And you’re calling out of work tomorrow. This is a court-mandated intervention.”
“You’ve already done too much babe, I can’t take up any more of your time.”
“Bullshit. I’ll be there in 15 minutes, leave your door unlocked and pick the saddest movie you can think of. Even if it’s Moulin Rouge for the fifty millionth time this year.”
“It’s a classic!” You protested jokingly.
“Yeah for mentally ill theater kids. Now brush your teeth or I’ll do it for you.”
Your joyous burst of laughter turned ugly and sharp. “Spencer brushed my teeth for me once. I got so drunk and he insisted it was necessary for making me feel better in the morning.” Your sobs started up again. “He always took such good care of me. I miss him so much.”
“He lost the best thing that ever happened to him when he lost you.”
“Then why do I feel like I'm the one who just lost everything?”
A/N: Holy crap anon this was a diabolical request I want to give you a kiss on the lips for how much I loved it.
Okay, here me out what if its Spencer and Y/N with the one song thats like "I should be who your engaged to" (I can't remember the song name) but it's a one shot and they were a thing for a while then Y/N moved and then Spencer got engaged and it's a whole angst thing
Also I love your writing skills!! ♡
Too Little, Too Late
Spencer Agnew x f!ex reader
Angst, no comfort or happy ending
TW: Pining ex, watching the love of your life get engaged to someone else, throwing up, pet name usage with a friend, instagram stalking, crying, self doubt/insecurities, wishing you could go back and change the past
Seattle was the gloomiest place you’d ever lived in, but also the most beautiful. When the sun made the clouds dissipate, Mount Rainier loomed in the background like a watchful goddess, and left you in awe. Today, unfortunately, was not one of those days. It was freezing and rainy, turning your umbrella inside out and leaving you soaked to the bone on the way home from work. By the time you had dried off and curled up by your fireplace, you were wishing you had someone to comfort you. Someone who could stroke your hair and tell you everything would be okay.
You used to have that once.
It had been two years, but you still missed Spencer like nobody’s business. Not that he would ever know that. You had moved to sunny LA to pursue your dream job and bumped into a handsome stranger in a coffee shop. He had slid a napkin with his number on your table, way smoother than anything you’d ever experienced in your life, and had hit it off amazingly. He was more awkward and goofy than your original meeting had led you to believe, but it was so adorable you couldn’t bring yourself to care. That had been the best year of your life.
Then the merger came. Your company hauled you off to Seattle, giving you the promotion you’d been working your ass off for as some sort of compensation. The worst part was, you needed the money. LA was more expensive than you’d planned for, and it was draining both you and your bank account. So, you left.
You had tried long distance. You tried so hard. You spent sleepless nights FaceTiming him, doing movie dates over the computer and watching Cleo bat at the camera, but it just wasn’t enough. It hurt like hell, but there was no way you could do it anymore. Neither could he. You watched him strain more and more to keep up with you and Smosh’s demands, and eventually, everything collapsed. But you knew you’d always love him. He was Spencer, after all.
You were reminiscing when your friend Lana called you.
“I’m so sorry my love.”
You frowned. “Why are you sorry?”
“Have you opened Instagram lately?”
“No, I’ve had a crazy day.”
“Oh no, sweetheart. I’ll stay on the phone while you do.”
“What happened?”
“You’ll see.”
You opened Instagram, expecting some celebrity to have died or something. But Lana hadn’t been exaggerating. As soon as your feed loaded, tears started to roll unfettered down your cheeks.
“No no no no no, this can’t be happening.”
“I wish I could say it wasn’t, sweetheart.”
Your heart lurched into your throat as you scrolled through the pictures. Spencer looked amazing, his curls effortlessly messy, his button-up shirt open at the top in the way you knew meant he had been fiddling with it for ages. But he was down on one knee. With a very beautiful girl in front of him. And she looked at him exactly like you had used to.
Their matching grins made your stomach turn. It was clear she’d said yes. Who wouldn’t? The pictures turned to them kissing, doing those cute couples photos that you used to coo at with him when you saw pictures of your friends online. You thought you had been in some sort of nightmare, something you would wake up from eventually, until you saw the ring.
It was THE ring.
The one you had shown him on Pinterest drunkenly one night. The one where he had nuzzled into your arms and promised that one day it would be yours and set your heart alight.
The very same one.
You rushed to your bathroom toilet just in time for the wave of nausea to expel itself from your body. Lana spoke in hushed whispers, trying to soothe you, but it did nothing to stop you from feeling like you were being pulled apart at the seams.
Once you were done, you laid on the cold tile, trying to ground yourself. Softly, you said, “That was the ring we had always talked about.”
“No it isn’t.”
“Mmhmm, it is.”
“That bastard.”
“She’s so pretty. And I bet she’s kind and smart and everything he’s ever wanted.”
“She’s not as pretty as you.”
“I wish it was me. I wish I had stayed.” You started to sob, the words wrenching out of your chest. “It would’ve been better if I had stayed.”
“But you love Seattle.”
“I love him more! I’ve always loved him more!” You felt your heart trying to claw its way out of your chest. “He- he- Fuck. I love him. And now it’s too late. He loves someone else. He’s getting married to someone else. Oh god, he’s getting married. What the fuck. Lana I was gonna move back there. They’re setting up a new office and I offered to go and I nearly texted him and this whole time, this whole time he was with someone else.”
“Oh lovie, I’m so sorry.”
You shook your head violently, despite the fact that she couldn’t see you. “No, it’s my fault. I… I should’ve known he wouldn’t sit around and wait for me. That’s so fucking stupid. I’m so fucking stupid.”
“You aren’t stupid.”
“I’m throwing up over my ex being engaged, let’s be real right now, I’m stupid.”
“You just have big feelings.”
“Yeah, stupid ones.” You let out a cold laugh. “I’m a goddamned fool. Why would he wait? I’m not someone worth waiting for.”
“You are someone worth waiting for. I promise.”
“I love you, but right now the whole reassurance thing isn’t gonna work. I just need to wallow.”
“Okay, we’re wallowing then. Takeout, ice cream and a movie? And you’re calling out of work tomorrow. This is a court-mandated intervention.”
“You’ve already done too much babe, I can’t take up any more of your time.”
“Bullshit. I’ll be there in 15 minutes, leave your door unlocked and pick the saddest movie you can think of. Even if it’s Moulin Rouge for the fifty millionth time this year.”
“It’s a classic!” You protested jokingly.
“Yeah for mentally ill theater kids. Now brush your teeth or I’ll do it for you.”
Your joyous burst of laughter turned ugly and sharp. “Spencer brushed my teeth for me once. I got so drunk and he insisted it was necessary for making me feel better in the morning.” Your sobs started up again. “He always took such good care of me. I miss him so much.”
“He lost the best thing that ever happened to him when he lost you.”
“Then why do I feel like I'm the one who just lost everything?”
A/N: Holy crap anon this was a diabolical request I want to give you a kiss on the lips for how much I loved it.
pairing: platonic!shayne topp x reader, spencer agnew x girl!mom reader
summary: the morning after everything, reader realizes how deeply others care about her
warnings: no proof-read, no use of y/n (author literally makes up shit to avoid using it so reader can feel more immersed), author slips in her love of dr. pepper
word count: 1.6k words
a/n: welcome back !! so maybe this didn't go exactly there way i planned but i ended up loving it so much. so glad to be back !!
iris is still between the two of you when you wake up, exactly where you want her to be. exactly where you put her last night. you just couldn't bear with the thought of leaving her in her crib after everything that happened. yes, spencer is next to the both of you, and you know that he would do whatever he needed to do to keep you and iris safe, but unfortunately, that's not enough to totally calm you. you still found yourself waking up at every car that drove past the house, every tree rustle caused by an animal or the wind, every little sound in the house. and realistically you know it's not him, you'd told yourself such over and over again while trying to fall back asleep for the next hour stretch, if you got that lucky. but your mind just kept creating the most horrifying images of him breaking back in and doing much worse than sitting on your couch in the dark. just the thought of it now sends a chill down your spine.
despite the urge to wake both spencer and iris up so that you don't have to let either of them out of your sight for even a second you muster the courage to go into the bathroom by yourself. but you can't close the door just yet.
you go through everything like normal, brushing your teeth before your skincare then combing through the tangles that formed from the constant tossing and turning throughout the night. you don't bother to put any makeup on, though, you're not going to work today.
when you exit the bathroom you find iris and spencer still asleep, iris now scooted closer to spencer since you left the bed. you want to wake at least spencer up, but his alarm hasn't gone off yet, so you leave them both how they are and head downstairs to start a pot of coffee. the least you can do is have some ready for spencer after last night: after what he did for you.
the house is brighter than you remember it being when everything was said and done. of course now the sun helps as it pours in through the windows, but you also remember how you just couldn't seem to get the house lit up enough to calm you. no matter how many lights you turned on there was always a dark corner somewhere. but now, as you make it closer to the kitchen, you slowly turn the lights off after confirming that he's not hidden in ant of those corners. you feel better with each light switch, and then you step into the living room. you're pretty sure the anticipation played in a big part in the noise that exits your lungs. it was loud, sudden, and enough to alert shayne, who you had forgotten offered to sleep over, as he sits in the couch. his head shoots over towards the noise and he immediately takes notice of your body language, the way you shrunk in on yourself and cut the noise short before it was fully exhaled.
"hey," he starts while standing. "everything okay?"
you swallow then take a deep breath, trying to get as much of the initial panic to disappear as you can. when you finally manage you nod. "yeah, yeah, i'm okay. just forgot you stayed the night and when i saw someone in here…"
shayne nods with a hand on your shoulder. "understood. i probably should've left a shoe or something at the bottom of the stairs."
you laugh at that. "no, it's okay. i do appreciate you spending the night, really."
"of course. anytime."
"thanks." you offer a smile. "did you want some coffee? i'm about to start a pot."
"yeah. thanks."
you silently get started on the brew, a basic house blend so shayne can add a flavor if he likes, while listening to the low but comforting songs and trending audios that play from shayne's phone. just knowing that someone is present with you, someone who cares enough about you and your daughter to show up in the middle of the night because you needed help, beings another smile to your face. and then you think about how late it truly was when him and every one else showed up. you clear your throat.
"how did courtney feel about you leaving last night?"
shayne doesn't answer immediately. he waits until you look away from the coffee maker to face him. "are you asking because you think that my wife is mad at me for rushing to help out mutual friend who was being harassed by her ex? that she's mad at you for needing help?" you don't say anything, just continue to stare at him as your throat tightens while you fight the urge to cry. "no. she's not mad at me. and they're not mad at you. if they are mad it's because now she has to feed the cats this morning even though she also did it last night."
and that manages to get a laugh out of you. there was something about the way he said it, the mix is sincerity and rhetoric that let you know how much he meant it. without another word you turn back to the counter to find the pot filled. three mugs are brought down from the cabinet just as two new sets of footsteps enter the living room. both you and shayne look to find spencer taking very small and spread out steps while slightly hunched down to keep up with iris who has her whole hand wrapped around two of his fingers. spencer never takes his eyes off of you.
iris, however, has her sights set on shayne and makes a very quick left turn towards him.
"when did she learn how to drift," he jokes while holding his arm out, content to let her walk the rest of the way so she can get the practice in. it's now that spencer looks at him. there's a smirk on his face.
"don't tell me you've never nearly been taken out by you-know-who after she finds out there's been a dr. pepper restock in the kitchen."
"hey!" he looks back to you with a full smile this time. "you're the same with mt. dew kickstarts. last time we ran out here i thought i was gonna have to take you to the hospital for withdrawal symptoms."
spencer doesn't have an immediate response to that. your eyes stay on him for a moment before finding shayne again who's gaze shifts back and forth between you and spencer, iris standing in the spot between his knees from his place still on the couch. his expression is soft.
"what," you quip, more aggressive than you intended for it to be.
"nothing," he quickly replies with a smile. "just… i'm glad that-… knowing the hell you went through with him, these are the arguments you get to have now; stupid ones. insignificant ones. ones that come from a deep connection between two people. i'm glad you finally get to have that."
and despite not looking away from shayne after the words leave his mouth you know that spencer is staring at you. and you know that he has that look his face that can get you to do anything he wants. but you aren't mad when he does it. you aren't mad at him. because you could never be.
shayne however.
"asshole."
but he's still smiling as you wipe the tears away. still smiling as he picks iris up, places her on his front, and walks over to you. still smiling as he wraps you in a one-arm hug that manages to provide the same amount of comfort and protection as a two-armed. still smiling as you slap him on the shoulder when the hug breaks before you take iris.
"give me my daughter. and make your own damn coffee."
he chuckles. "yes ma'am."
but you bring spencer's to him, carrying his mug in your free hand with your own in the hand that carries iris who seems content to play with your hair that she doesn't even notice the liquid that she normally tries to slap out of your grasp. you're grateful.
"thank you," spencer voices while taking his.
"of course."
the two of you sit with iris in between as shayne does as you told him. you look over at spencer.
"hey."
"hey."
"do you think they'd be mad if we brought iris in today?"
he seems to think on it for a moment despite the fact that both of you most likely know the answer. finally. "probably not. why?"
you take a sip. "i don't feel like staying home all day. i know i normally don't wanna go anywhere after things like that happen but… i don't know. going to work with you and seeing everyone else sounds nice. plus i can get some stuff done while i'm there. how about it?"
spencer smiles and takes his own sip. "sounds great. i'd love to have my girls with me today."
before you can respond shayne clears his throat from the kitchen. "do i have to take my own damn car or can i carpool?"
wordlessly you and spencer exchange glances.
"fine," you divulge. "but only because iris loves you so much."
in response iris scoots off the couch and begins, once again, walking towards shayne until her legs give out and force her to crawl the rest of the way.
you feel spencer lean closer. "looks like we've both been replaced."
you breathe out a laugh. "well, at least we still have each other."
could you write a spencer agnew x reader fic where they’ve worked together on games for years and have been dating a majority of that time, but no one has picked up on it till reader/spencer says something about the other that makes it obvious
The Perfect Pair
Spencer Agnew x f!reader
Spencer accidentally reveals the two of you are dating during his birthday livestream. Except, was it really a reveal if it was never a secret in the first place?
TW: Y/N usage, innuendos/dirty jokes, talking about boobs, typical gentlemen's behavior, Lizzy my beloved
Everyone knew that you and Spencer were attached at the hip. It had been like that since the day you were hired. People always joked that the two of you were the perfect pair because you were such opposites. You had a big whiteboard with filming schedules, potential games and sponsors, and the cast you wanted in the videos. Spencer had, well, the chaos that only comes with someone who had a million brilliant ideas and zero clue where to put them all.
But they had no clue how similar the two of you actually were. The shared ambition, the late nights, the humor, and slowly but surely, the feelings involved. He confessed one night over a few too many cups of coffee in the soft lighting of your shared office, looking at how beautiful you were as you furrowed your brow at a spreadsheet.
You couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him. And you didn’t plan on stopping. Eight months later, you hadn’t. You stole kisses in between meetings, held hands under the desk, and left notes on his computer screen.
And yet, none of your friends noticed. They had grown so used to seeing the two of you together that it just seemed normal. Even your fans brushed it off as usual occurrences when the two of you mentioned going out for dinner or having a sleepover. So really, you weren’t keeping a secret at all. But everything comes to light one way or another, and yours just happened to be live and on camera. Whoops.
It was Gentlemen’s Werewolf Live for Spencer’s birthday. You were technically supposed to be directing when you got a call from George Primavera.
“Hey, I’m really sorry, but I can’t DM today, my baby’s sick and my wife is away on a work trip so I need to stay home.”
“No, no, you’re good George, please take care of him and yourself.”
The phone call was quick but devastating. Now you have no DM. Awesome.
Lizzy overheard the whole thing, and probably could’ve gathered what happened anyway based on the look on your face.
“Why don’t you do it?”
“I’m the director, that’s not how it works.”
“Think of Spencer’s face.” She nudged you. “Besides, didn’t wardrobe finish your Gentlemen’s costume for Bit City a few weeks ago?”
“I mean, yeah, but then who will direct?”
She grabbed your meticulous notes out of your hand. “I’ve got it, don’t worry.”
“Liz-”
“I don’t want to hear it. It’s your boy toy's birthday, and we’re going to make you stunning.”
The two of you walked to wardrobe, keeping your voices quiet so you wouldn’t spoil the surprise. “You know I hate when you call him that.”
She helped you slip on the ivory cotton dress and lace up the deep blue corset that went on top. The cinching made your boobs push up to a nearly obscene degree, the thin hem of the collar doing nothing to hide it. She pinned your hair half up with a hairpin and stood back, proud of her work.
“He’s going to freak. His eyes are gonna pop out of his head like a cartoon.”
You laced up your boots. “I’d prefer his eyes to stay intact, thank you very much.”
“Between the surprise and your tits, something else is going to be popping out too.”
It took you a second to get what she meant. She smirked as you put your face in your hands. “Let’s just go please, we’re gonna be late.”
“Oh, I texted Shayne to start without us so we could make a grand entrance.”
“Of course you did.”
Lizzy had the live playing as the two of you loitered outside the big double doors to the games stage so you knew when to enter. After working out some typical livestream kinks, Shayne started the intro.
“‘Ello mate. I do hope you all are ready for a nice, competitive game of Werewolf.” The group nodded, murmuring to each other with fake cigars in their mouths. “It is our dear Sir Spencer’s birthday.”
“Yes, yes, I do hope you’ll share your wives with me after as your primary gift.”
Court gasped. “Dear sir, I thought our company would be more than enough to please you.”
“No no, I need some other pleasing as well.” His eyes sparkled mischievously. “That’s what a man’s day of birth is for, suckling at the teat of life!”
Shayne continued with a relaxed arm around Spencer’s shoulder. “And now, we have a special guest. I know that we promised you Sir George, but he is off teaching his child how to work in the mines today. So today, instead, our DM will be the fair Lady Y/N!”
You flung open the doors dramatically, the cameras panning to you striding in confidently. “Hello boys.” You shot a wink at Spencer, whose mouth was hanging agape.
The whole stage burst into chaos. There was screaming, cheering, and someone popped one of the streamer cannons you had bought early. But through it all, all Spencer could do was stare at you as you calmly walked behind the couch.
“Holy crap.”
Shayne noticed first, nudging him with a sly smile on his face. “I see you’ve found another mistress.”
“That’s my wife.” Spencer blurted out, sending both you and Shayne into a state of shock.
Angela overheard and started shaking Arasha’s shoulder. “Spencer just called Y/N his wife!!!!”
Arasha freaked out. “Oh my god! Another secret marriage? This is crazy, why wasn’t I invited???”
The low buzz from the excitement earlier grew louder once more, people bouncing on the couch and shaking each other, bombarding both you and Spencer with questions. You wanted to sink into oblivion from all the attention and Spencer could tell, putting a comforting hand on top of where yours rested on the couch. Then he cleared his throat loudly, forcing everyone to stop in their tracks.
In his normal voice, he said, “So, as you've all gathered by now, Y/N and I are dating. No, there isn’t a secret marriage. Yes, she’s so beautiful she nearly knocked me off my feet just now. And yes, this is the best birthday gift I’ve ever received.” You smiled down at him and he kissed your hand gently, prompting coos from the onlooking crowd. “We never kept it from you guys on purpose, it just happened so naturally that people didn't ask. Loving her is the most natural thing I’ve ever done. There's only so many sleepovers you can have before you're living together everyone, it was not subtle at all.” He shook his head in mock disappointment.
He was about to continue his spiel when someone from the crew, probably Lizzy, started chanting ‘kiss, kiss, kiss’ in the back, and everyone else soon followed. Spencer quickly clambered over the bodies of everyone on the couch before reaching you, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
He offered his hand to you with a flourish. “My Lady, will you do me the honor?”
You giggled. “How could I deny the charming Sir Spencer on his birthday?”
He spun you around before dipping you, hat falling off his head. You picked it up and put it back on lopsided before he kissed you. The kiss was like all of the ones you’d had before, warm and heart melting, but now with the background noise of all of your friends cheering for you.
Maybe you really were the perfect pair.
A/N: Tbh on the fence about this one still but I do love a good gushy reveal moment and someone told me to write more cliche rom com stuff so here we are.
could you write a spencer agnew x reader fic where they’ve worked together on games for years and have been dating a majority of that time, but no one has picked up on it till reader/spencer says something about the other that makes it obvious
The Perfect Pair
Spencer Agnew x f!reader
Spencer accidentally reveals the two of you are dating during his birthday livestream. Except, was it really a reveal if it was never a secret in the first place?
TW: Y/N usage, innuendos/dirty jokes, talking about boobs, typical gentlemen's behavior, Lizzy my beloved
Everyone knew that you and Spencer were attached at the hip. It had been like that since the day you were hired. People always joked that the two of you were the perfect pair because you were such opposites. You had a big whiteboard with filming schedules, potential games and sponsors, and the cast you wanted in the videos. Spencer had, well, the chaos that only comes with someone who had a million brilliant ideas and zero clue where to put them all.
But they had no clue how similar the two of you actually were. The shared ambition, the late nights, the humor, and slowly but surely, the feelings involved. He confessed one night over a few too many cups of coffee in the soft lighting of your shared office, looking at how beautiful you were as you furrowed your brow at a spreadsheet.
You couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him. And you didn’t plan on stopping. Eight months later, you hadn’t. You stole kisses in between meetings, held hands under the desk, and left notes on his computer screen.
And yet, none of your friends noticed. They had grown so used to seeing the two of you together that it just seemed normal. Even your fans brushed it off as usual occurrences when the two of you mentioned going out for dinner or having a sleepover. So really, you weren’t keeping a secret at all. But everything comes to light one way or another, and yours just happened to be live and on camera. Whoops.
It was Gentlemen’s Werewolf Live for Spencer’s birthday. You were technically supposed to be directing when you got a call from George Primavera.
“Hey, I’m really sorry, but I can’t DM today, my baby’s sick and my wife is away on a work trip so I need to stay home.”
“No, no, you’re good George, please take care of him and yourself.”
The phone call was quick but devastating. Now you have no DM. Awesome.
Lizzy overheard the whole thing, and probably could’ve gathered what happened anyway based on the look on your face.
“Why don’t you do it?”
“I’m the director, that’s not how it works.”
“Think of Spencer’s face.” She nudged you. “Besides, didn’t wardrobe finish your Gentlemen’s costume for Bit City a few weeks ago?”
“I mean, yeah, but then who will direct?”
She grabbed your meticulous notes out of your hand. “I’ve got it, don’t worry.”
“Liz-”
“I don’t want to hear it. It’s your boy toy's birthday, and we’re going to make you stunning.”
The two of you walked to wardrobe, keeping your voices quiet so you wouldn’t spoil the surprise. “You know I hate when you call him that.”
She helped you slip on the ivory cotton dress and lace up the deep blue corset that went on top. The cinching made your boobs push up to a nearly obscene degree, the thin hem of the collar doing nothing to hide it. She pinned your hair half up with a hairpin and stood back, proud of her work.
“He’s going to freak. His eyes are gonna pop out of his head like a cartoon.”
You laced up your boots. “I’d prefer his eyes to stay intact, thank you very much.”
“Between the surprise and your tits, something else is going to be popping out too.”
It took you a second to get what she meant. She smirked as you put your face in your hands. “Let’s just go please, we’re gonna be late.”
“Oh, I texted Shayne to start without us so we could make a grand entrance.”
“Of course you did.”
Lizzy had the live playing as the two of you loitered outside the big double doors to the games stage so you knew when to enter. After working out some typical livestream kinks, Shayne started the intro.
“‘Ello mate. I do hope you all are ready for a nice, competitive game of Werewolf.” The group nodded, murmuring to each other with fake cigars in their mouths. “It is our dear Sir Spencer’s birthday.”
“Yes, yes, I do hope you’ll share your wives with me after as your primary gift.”
Court gasped. “Dear sir, I thought our company would be more than enough to please you.”
“No no, I need some other pleasing as well.” His eyes sparkled mischievously. “That’s what a man’s day of birth is for, suckling at the teat of life!”
Shayne continued with a relaxed arm around Spencer’s shoulder. “And now, we have a special guest. I know that we promised you Sir George, but he is off teaching his child how to work in the mines today. So today, instead, our DM will be the fair Lady Y/N!”
You flung open the doors dramatically, the cameras panning to you striding in confidently. “Hello boys.” You shot a wink at Spencer, whose mouth was hanging agape.
The whole stage burst into chaos. There was screaming, cheering, and someone popped one of the streamer cannons you had bought early. But through it all, all Spencer could do was stare at you as you calmly walked behind the couch.
“Holy crap.”
Shayne noticed first, nudging him with a sly smile on his face. “I see you’ve found another mistress.”
“That’s my wife.” Spencer blurted out, sending both you and Shayne into a state of shock.
Angela overheard and started shaking Arasha’s shoulder. “Spencer just called Y/N his wife!!!!”
Arasha freaked out. “Oh my god! Another secret marriage? This is crazy, why wasn’t I invited???”
The low buzz from the excitement earlier grew louder once more, people bouncing on the couch and shaking each other, bombarding both you and Spencer with questions. You wanted to sink into oblivion from all the attention and Spencer could tell, putting a comforting hand on top of where yours rested on the couch. Then he cleared his throat loudly, forcing everyone to stop in their tracks.
In his normal voice, he said, “So, as you've all gathered by now, Y/N and I are dating. No, there isn’t a secret marriage. Yes, she’s so beautiful she nearly knocked me off my feet just now. And yes, this is the best birthday gift I’ve ever received.” You smiled down at him and he kissed your hand gently, prompting coos from the onlooking crowd. “We never kept it from you guys on purpose, it just happened so naturally that people didn't ask. Loving her is the most natural thing I’ve ever done. There's only so many sleepovers you can have before you're living together everyone, it was not subtle at all.” He shook his head in mock disappointment.
He was about to continue his spiel when someone from the crew, probably Lizzy, started chanting ‘kiss, kiss, kiss’ in the back, and everyone else soon followed. Spencer quickly clambered over the bodies of everyone on the couch before reaching you, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
He offered his hand to you with a flourish. “My Lady, will you do me the honor?”
You giggled. “How could I deny the charming Sir Spencer on his birthday?”
He spun you around before dipping you, hat falling off his head. You picked it up and put it back on lopsided before he kissed you. The kiss was like all of the ones you’d had before, warm and heart melting, but now with the background noise of all of your friends cheering for you.
Maybe you really were the perfect pair.
A/N: Tbh on the fence about this one still but I do love a good gushy reveal moment and someone told me to write more cliche rom com stuff so here we are.
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