✩ 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
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
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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Fluff, teeny tiny sprinkle of angst (physical pain)
A soft, relaxing pool day with Angela and the aftermath, where she takes care of you after you get sunburned.
TW: Suggestive talk, reader has easily burnt skin, wear your sunscreen people!, Angela’s nickname for reader is ‘sunshine’ and reader's for Angela is 'sweetheart' just cuz, description of really bad sunburn
After what felt like forever, you finally had a day off. It was an absolutely beautiful, sweltering day in LA, and despite the fact that it was incredibly crowded, you absolutely had to make use of the pool at your apartment complex. You had books to read, music to listen to, and sun to enjoy, and a beautiful girlfriend to sneak glances at while she floated around in a flamingo floatie, trying to avoid splashes from kids. What could be better?
You were sprawled out face down in a lounge chair with your airpods in, listening to the audiobook of Little Women for the millionth time that month, when you felt dripping on your back. You welcomed the cool drops on your sun-warmed skin.
“Sunshine, you’ve gotta put more sunscreen on, you’re turning into a lobster by the second.”
“‘M comfy.” Your voice came out muffled by the towel. “Don’t wanna get up.”
You heard the click of the sunscreen as she opened the bottle, pouring some on your shoulders and gently massaging it in. “You don’t have to get up, just let me do it.” Her cool hands rubbed every inch she could reach, from the back of your neck to the soles of your feet. “Now you have to flip over.”Reluctantly, you rolled onto your back. Angela giggled at the imprint of the towel on your stomach, before turning into cackling as she realized it also covered your legs and shoulders. “How long have you been laying like that?!”
“Long enough to know that you’re being mean to your beautiful girlfriend.” You humphed, crossing your arms and turning away from her.
“She is very beautiful today, have you seen her around anywhere?”
Your jaw dropped open. “Oh my god, you are so making dinner tonight, just for that comment.”
“Wasn’t I already?” You turned back to face her and watched her eyes sparkle with mirth.
“You hate me and want me to die.”
“Nooooo, I could never. Why else would I be sunscreening you?”
“Maybe you’re seasoning me to cook and eat me for dinner.”
She started rubbing more sunscreen on you, propping one of your feet up on her thigh where she was crouched on the ground. “You know me so well. Seasoning you is exactly what I’m doing.” She smirked menacingly, “Now are you gonna do the rest or am I gonna have to tickle you until you do it?”
“Keep those grubby hands away from me, I’ll do it myself.” You stuck your tongue out at her.
“I know you secretly love it when these ‘grubby hands’ are allll over you!” She half-sang, sinking down into the chair next to you and wiggling her fingers towards you. “Remember this morning?”
Your sunburn hid the bright red of your blush. “Ange! Not in front of the kids!” You hissed, even though the kids were on the other side of the pool, clearly enraptured by bright red popsicles.
“They have no clue what I’m talking about sunshine, you however, clearly do.”
“I’m- ugh, you- ergh,” You watched her grin grow wider as you fumbled with your words. Standing up, you finished rubbing the sunscreen into your neck. “I’m getting into the damn pool.” You grumbled, hoping to escape the teasing.
“Enjoy yourself sunshine,” She winked, popping the top on a drink. “I’ll be here, enjoying the view.”
You placed your phone and airpods until your towel, then hopped into the pool, opting to float lazily on your back. You closed your eyes, feeling the water ripple around your fingertips. All of a sudden, you felt your head bump into something. Opening your eyes, you found yourself looking up at your girlfriend, who started to gently support you with a hand between your shoulderblades.
“Hi there sweetheart.”
“Hi sunshine, I missed you.” She smiled softly down at you. “Feeling good?”
“Very relaxed, just what I needed.”
“Good. You deserve it.”
You reached a hand toward her, clinging onto her elbow. “I like seeing you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Soft, not stressed, all for me.”
“I like seeing you like that too.”
You stared at each other for a while, enjoying the moment, when you heard a kid yell “Cannonball!!!!” causing the water to violently erupt into waves. Angela helped you stand up before you got water up your nose.
“I think that means it’s time to go home.”
“Agreed.”
The two of you got out of the pool, wrapped towels around yourselves, and leisurely walked back to your apartment, enjoying the fading sunlight.
—---------
You hated when Angela was right. Well, you hated when she was right to the detriment of your ego. You were indeed, as red as a lobster. In fact, it was so bad that the skin on your shoulders had started to peel and blister a bit after one day, and it felt like you were being burned alive. You had even spent the past few nights sleeping on the couch with a fan pointed directly at you to be as cool as physically possible, which Angela hated with a passion.
“Come to bed with meeeeee.” She flopped over the arm of the couch and onto your shoulder.
You sleepily pushed her away. “Too warm. Also ow.”
“Sorry sunshine. It’s kinda hard to believe that you got burned with SPF 50 applied to you twice, we were only out there for a few hours.”
“Mmph.”
“You want aloe?”
“Please.” She went to fetch it from the fridge and you pulled your hair up off of your back, wincing as it caught on some of the sensitive skin. She tried to hand it to you, but you gently pushed it back at her. “Will you get my back please? It's hard for me to reach.”
“Of course.” You tensed, bracing yourself for the impact of something touching your sensitive skin, but instead, all you felt was the relief of the cool aloe and the soft touch of your partner. She was thorough, swiping the green gel over every bit of inflamed area. Once she finished, she kissed the back of your neck softly. “Will you come to bed now please?” She gave you her best puppy eyes, and you melted.
“As long as you don’t mind me getting aloe on our sheets, I will.”
“All I care about is that you’re comfortable sunshine.”
"Then take me to bed sweetheart. But the fan is coming with too."
A/N: Bitches be sunburnt. It's me, I'm bitches. I'm so mad because I legit wore lots of sunscreen and it happened anyway! And the weather has been amazing this week and I've just been like, inside and suffering instead of enjoying it. I have like three Angela WIPs that I haven't finished so obviously I had to write an entirely new oneshot from scratch, because duh.
Fluff, teeny tiny sprinkle of angst (physical pain)
A soft, relaxing pool day with Angela and the aftermath, where she takes care of you after you get sunburned.
TW: Suggestive talk, reader has easily burnt skin, wear your sunscreen people!, Angela’s nickname for reader is ‘sunshine’ and reader's for Angela is 'sweetheart' just cuz, description of really bad sunburn
After what felt like forever, you finally had a day off. It was an absolutely beautiful, sweltering day in LA, and despite the fact that it was incredibly crowded, you absolutely had to make use of the pool at your apartment complex. You had books to read, music to listen to, and sun to enjoy, and a beautiful girlfriend to sneak glances at while she floated around in a flamingo floatie, trying to avoid splashes from kids. What could be better?
You were sprawled out face down in a lounge chair with your airpods in, listening to the audiobook of Little Women for the millionth time that month, when you felt dripping on your back. You welcomed the cool drops on your sun-warmed skin.
“Sunshine, you’ve gotta put more sunscreen on, you’re turning into a lobster by the second.”
“‘M comfy.” Your voice came out muffled by the towel. “Don’t wanna get up.”
You heard the click of the sunscreen as she opened the bottle, pouring some on your shoulders and gently massaging it in. “You don’t have to get up, just let me do it.” Her cool hands rubbed every inch she could reach, from the back of your neck to the soles of your feet. “Now you have to flip over.”Reluctantly, you rolled onto your back. Angela giggled at the imprint of the towel on your stomach, before turning into cackling as she realized it also covered your legs and shoulders. “How long have you been laying like that?!”
“Long enough to know that you’re being mean to your beautiful girlfriend.” You humphed, crossing your arms and turning away from her.
“She is very beautiful today, have you seen her around anywhere?”
Your jaw dropped open. “Oh my god, you are so making dinner tonight, just for that comment.”
“Wasn’t I already?” You turned back to face her and watched her eyes sparkle with mirth.
“You hate me and want me to die.”
“Nooooo, I could never. Why else would I be sunscreening you?”
“Maybe you’re seasoning me to cook and eat me for dinner.”
She started rubbing more sunscreen on you, propping one of your feet up on her thigh where she was crouched on the ground. “You know me so well. Seasoning you is exactly what I’m doing.” She smirked menacingly, “Now are you gonna do the rest or am I gonna have to tickle you until you do it?”
“Keep those grubby hands away from me, I’ll do it myself.” You stuck your tongue out at her.
“I know you secretly love it when these ‘grubby hands’ are allll over you!” She half-sang, sinking down into the chair next to you and wiggling her fingers towards you. “Remember this morning?”
Your sunburn hid the bright red of your blush. “Ange! Not in front of the kids!” You hissed, even though the kids were on the other side of the pool, clearly enraptured by bright red popsicles.
“They have no clue what I’m talking about sunshine, you however, clearly do.”
“I’m- ugh, you- ergh,” You watched her grin grow wider as you fumbled with your words. Standing up, you finished rubbing the sunscreen into your neck. “I’m getting into the damn pool.” You grumbled, hoping to escape the teasing.
“Enjoy yourself sunshine,” She winked, popping the top on a drink. “I’ll be here, enjoying the view.”
You placed your phone and airpods until your towel, then hopped into the pool, opting to float lazily on your back. You closed your eyes, feeling the water ripple around your fingertips. All of a sudden, you felt your head bump into something. Opening your eyes, you found yourself looking up at your girlfriend, who started to gently support you with a hand between your shoulderblades.
“Hi there sweetheart.”
“Hi sunshine, I missed you.” She smiled softly down at you. “Feeling good?”
“Very relaxed, just what I needed.”
“Good. You deserve it.”
You reached a hand toward her, clinging onto her elbow. “I like seeing you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Soft, not stressed, all for me.”
“I like seeing you like that too.”
You stared at each other for a while, enjoying the moment, when you heard a kid yell “Cannonball!!!!” causing the water to violently erupt into waves. Angela helped you stand up before you got water up your nose.
“I think that means it’s time to go home.”
“Agreed.”
The two of you got out of the pool, wrapped towels around yourselves, and leisurely walked back to your apartment, enjoying the fading sunlight.
—---------
You hated when Angela was right. Well, you hated when she was right to the detriment of your ego. You were indeed, as red as a lobster. In fact, it was so bad that the skin on your shoulders had started to peel and blister a bit after one day, and it felt like you were being burned alive. You had even spent the past few nights sleeping on the couch with a fan pointed directly at you to be as cool as physically possible, which Angela hated with a passion.
“Come to bed with meeeeee.” She flopped over the arm of the couch and onto your shoulder.
You sleepily pushed her away. “Too warm. Also ow.”
“Sorry sunshine. It’s kinda hard to believe that you got burned with SPF 50 applied to you twice, we were only out there for a few hours.”
“Mmph.”
“You want aloe?”
“Please.” She went to fetch it from the fridge and you pulled your hair up off of your back, wincing as it caught on some of the sensitive skin. She tried to hand it to you, but you gently pushed it back at her. “Will you get my back please? It's hard for me to reach.”
“Of course.” You tensed, bracing yourself for the impact of something touching your sensitive skin, but instead, all you felt was the relief of the cool aloe and the soft touch of your partner. She was thorough, swiping the green gel over every bit of inflamed area. Once she finished, she kissed the back of your neck softly. “Will you come to bed now please?” She gave you her best puppy eyes, and you melted.
“As long as you don’t mind me getting aloe on our sheets, I will.”
“All I care about is that you’re comfortable sunshine.”
"Then take me to bed sweetheart. But the fan is coming with too."
A/N: Bitches be sunburnt. It's me, I'm bitches. I'm so mad because I legit wore lots of sunscreen and it happened anyway! And the weather has been amazing this week and I've just been like, inside and suffering instead of enjoying it. I have like three Angela WIPs that I haven't finished so obviously I had to write an entirely new oneshot from scratch, because duh.
spencer and cast!reader hardlaunching their baby in a new video? then fans had to look back in previous vids for signs of reader's pregnancy that they missed lol. tyia!
My Beautiful Melody
Spencer Agnew x f!reader
TW: Light angst (haters being fatphobic, general anxiety, new parenthood), lots of Disney talk, use of Y/N, girl dad Spencer my beloved
This is a standalone fic but it also takes place in the universe of one of my other fics. Read Olives here!
This is your world, my darling
One world, the land and sea
My hope for you for always
Is that your heart will hold part of me
Down to the Sea - The Little Mermaid 2
“Hello everyone and welcome to Smosh’s annual costume competition! We have some very eager competitors today ready to compete for the title of-” Angela picked up the trophy on the table. “Best Dressed!”
“You couldn’t remember Best Dressed?”
“Shut up and let me do the intro.”
“I’m obviously the super hot and sexy Elsa from Frozen.” Chanse spoke up, “Thank you all for voting on which awesome costumes we got to wear today.” He snickered.
“And I’m Olaf.” Angela sunk down into her chair, defeated. “I hate everyone.”
“We’ve got some fun surprises and even some special guests coming up, so we’re going to start now. Everyone will be rated on performance, quality, and originality on a scale of 1-10 stars. Let the games begin!”
You fidgeted in the back as the video started with Shayne and Court as Allan and Weird Barbie from the Barbie movie. Spencer leaned his head on your shoulder, baby in his arms. “Hey, we’re gonna be just fine. Everyone’s gonna love this.”
“I just don’t know if I’m ready for her to go from being ours to the world’s.”
He turned your head so he was looking you right in the eye. “She will always be ours. We made her, we care for her day in and day out. And most of all, we love her. No one can take that away. But we can always leave her out of the video.”
You shook your head. “No, as much as I’m scared, I’m also tired of hiding her and walking on thin ice around the fans.” She cooed and reached for a strand of your wig. “We can’t protect her forever. And the fans have been mostly respectful and kind about Amanda, H and Cole. It’ll be fine.”
That sentiment did not stop the pit from growing in your stomach. Some haters had been commenting about your weight gain in the videos you did decide to join, saying you were letting yourself go. That was already detrimental enough to your mental health, you didn’t need them going after your daughter too. But when you looked at Spencer’s kind smile, mirrored by hers, the feeling settled. They couldn’t hurt your family, and even if they tried, you wouldn’t let them. That would always be yours.
Erin came up to the three of you in her Blue Man Group costume. “Do you want me to keep her back here for a second for an extra reveal?”
Spencer’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Duh.” He readjusted the bow in her hair before passing her over to Erin, who was very careful not to get any blue on her white dress. He adjusted the pale yellow bow in yours too, before taking your hand. “It’s just Chanse and Angela, they’ll freak.”
“They better, it took forever to make these.” He pulled you out from behind the divider, leading you onto the familiar purple and blue set.
Angela’s eyes went wide. “Holy crap! Chanse!” She shook Chanse’s shoulders aggressively. “Do you know who they are?”
“I mean I can tell they’re Ariel and Prince Eric but I don’t recognize the yellow dress.”
“They’re from the Little Mermaid 2! The sequel?!?!” Her eyes narrowed. “No way.”
“No way what?” Chanse looked confused, but you just giggled, sensing she had caught on. You stepped back behind the divider, taking your little girl from Erin.
“It’s a family costume Chanse. They brought her!”
Holding her in your arms, you brought her in view of the cameras. “This is Melody, our baby. By the time this comes out she should be almost a year old.” Melody opened and closed her fist in a tiny wave, and Spencer brushed some of her dark curls behind her ear.
“We chose this costume because well, for anyone who knows Disney,” Spencer flashed a quick smile at Angela, whose mouth was hanging wide open, “the name will seem really familiar to anyone who knows the sequel to the Little Mermaid.”
Angela whispered. “She’s named after the movie.”
You nodded. “She named herself after the movie.” You laughed. “It’s kind of a long winded story, maybe we’ll tell it another time.”
“She named herself??? What a baby.”
Spencer looked down at Melody lovingly. “What a baby indeed.”
Chanse held up his whiteboard. “Tens across the board!” He wiped fake tears from his eyes. “What a beautiful story.”
“Oh wait!” Angela scribbled on her whiteboard quickly. “Perfect score! I’d give more points if I could.”
In the end, you tied with Trevor, who had brought Napkin in as Remy and been Linguini from Ratatouille. It helped that he had somehow gotten Napkin to sit on his shoulder and move his hands like he was “cooking”. For the finale, Shayne held up Melody, who was giggling and kicking her feet at all the excitement, and yelled “Smosh Baby!!!”
“Smosh Baby!!!” The rest of you echoed loudly, then burst into laughter. All the anxiety from earlier was gone, everything would be alright.
—-------
When the video was posted, about three months later, people freaked out.
Ilovey/n2: OMG the baby hard launch!!!!!!!
shart4eva: no way she looks just like spencer how tf did they find the copy and paste button on life
Oliviasuifanclubprez: Literally obsessed, kill me now
gunkgunkgunk: is this the project that y/n took a hiatus from smosh and social media for?
y/nagnew: maybe… 😉
gunkgunkgunk: THE QUEEN RESPONDS HELLO QUEEN
Lookslikealiteralqueef: she named herself??? Need a smosh mouth ep on that asap
y/nagnew: 👀
Ilovey/n2: I am so sat
Trevrashafan: napkin was robbed
Politeduck1234: y/n and spencer had a literal baby and you think napkin was the one who was robbed?????? he’s a dog bro
spennser: you’re entitled to your wrong opinion
trevorevarts: he absolutely was robbed ty for noticing
SmoshClips: Just made a compilation of all the times Y/n was hiding her pregnancy and all of us missed it! Watch it here
You and Spencer were sitting and responding to comments on the couch after putting Melody to bed. Spencer raised an eyebrow when he saw it. “Do we watch it?”
“I think we’re legally obligated to.” You clicked on the link. The first clip was of you laughing during a game of Don’t Win Mario Party, wearing an oversized hoodie of Spencer’s to try and hide the slowly growing bump. As the audio played, the two of you started to laugh at your past selves.
“Fucking fuck! Ugh I can’t believe you did that! Fuck!”
“Little ears Agnew.” You glared at him.
“Sorry Trevor.”
“Hey! I’m an adult!”
“Yeah, who’s like barely out of his teens. What if your brain hasn’t fully developed yet? We can’t have you picking up Spencer’s bad habits, now can we?”
“You’re lucky I love you.” Spencer grumbled through the cone of shame.
“Oh, I know honey.”
The next clip was from right after your honeymoon, in the background of a Tiktok, you were holding a pillow on top of your stomach, sitcom style, in order to not be revealed.
You nudged him lightly. “I think we were ordering paint for the nursery there, we argued about colors for the whole day.”
“I think you nearly bit my head off.”
“You would’ve deserved it.”
Clips kept rolling and you smiled fondly at all of the sweet memories captured of your early stages of pregnancy, final wedding planning and post-honeymoon glow. The final one was of your hiatus video, the camera focused on you sitting at the Board AF table, bump concealed under the wood.
“Hey guys, I’ve decided to take a break from being in Smosh videos and on social media for a while. I’m working on a really big project, and it requires a lot of time and effort to be put into it, and I don’t want to spoil it for you all. This isn’t for forever though, and there will still be plenty of videos that I’m in and that I helped produce to sate the Y/N craving I know you all will have. I’ll be back before you know it, and Spence will still be here to be your court jester and can cause enough chaos for the both of us combined. Stay safe and be kind everyone!” You waved, smiling shyly to the camera. Then the video went dark.
Spencer spoke up first. “I don’t think I’ve ever watched your hiatus video.”
“I think that’s fair, you don’t get a hiatus from me after all.”
“I would never want one.”
—----------
“Welcome to Smosh Mouth! I’m Shayne,”
“And I’m Amanda! And with us today we have two new parents who have gone really viral online recently.”
You laughed. “I really didn’t expect it to blow up as much as it did.”
“But also it’s awesome, our baby’s famous. Just like the Four Seasons hotel kid. Or Charlie Bit My Finger.”
“It didn’t go that viral Spence.”
“Close enough.”
Shayne started the questions. "First we've got to talk pre-baby. You wanna enlighten the class on your pregnancy cravings?"
You sighed. "It was green olives and peanut butter. I got a lot of flack for this from people in the office, but genuinely I thought I would die if I didn't have an olive."
Spencer shook his head fondly. "Sometimes she kept them on her nightstand for when she woke up in the middle of the night. It was like Zooey Deschanel's drawer of night peanuts in New Girl." Shayne and Amanda both started to crack up, but all you did was pout.
"Sometimes a girl who carried a baby for ten months and was in labor for 13 hours wants a snack in the middle of the night. Sue me."
Amanda put her hand on your shoulder before the bickering could start up again. “Alright, alright, Y/N's right, leave her alone. So the part people loved the most is that she picked out her own name. You two wanna tell us how that happened?”
“So I watched a lot of old Disney and Barbie movies for the nostalgia and warm fuzzy feelings once I started to get really sentimental and emotional, y’know? And I remembered having The Little Mermaid 2 on VHS when I was a kid so of course I had to watch it.”
Amanda nodded understandingly. “They’re very good for that. And they don’t kill the kids, which is always a big plus. Playing Resident Evil 8 was so hard because of that.”
You rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. “I know. It’s hard.”
She motioned for you to continue, and you waited for Spencer to go, but he just said, “It’s your story honey, you take the stage.”
“So anyway I was watching it, and during the opening song she just started to move, to the point where I was a little concerned. And every single time they said ‘Melody’, she kicked, which was cute, but also really hurt. I even paused the movie at some points to go get a snack or a drink, and she would totally stop. But as soon as the movie said ‘Melody’ she would kick again.”
“Once she told me about it, I was like, ‘well, that’s her name now.’ Completely threw our baby name list out the window.”
“We didn’t even know her gender yet, but Spencer was so sure that it was meant for her that we didn’t call her anything else.”
Shayne chimed in. “And so Melody Agnew named herself. How’s being a parent to the best baby ever?”
“I mean, Amanda knows how this goes, but she’s been teething lately, so we haven’t gotten a lot of sleep in a while.”
“And she hates her bassinet.”
“Oh yeah. Anytime we put her in it she screams and cries so hard that last week she got a heat rash. We’ve been taking turns rocking her to sleep in the rocking chair my mom bought us, which normally ends in one of us falling asleep there.”
Shayne wheezed. “I was wondering why you had an ice pack on the back of your neck the other day, Spence.”
“But other than that, it’s good. She’s trying to stand, which is cute to me and worrying for Spence.”
“I think I’m getting gray hairs already.” Spencer muttered. “She’s just like her mother.” You pushed him, nearly toppling him off the chair. “You’re proving my point you know.”
“Anyway, but you know, it’s new every day. She loves the ceiling fan and the park and obviously the Little Mermaid.”
“And peas.”
“Yes, we have a big pea fan in our house.”
“That being said, even if we aren’t sleeping a whole lot and our countertop is stained green.” Spencer grabbed your hand on top of the table. “We really wouldn’t have it any other way.”
You looked at him, softly meeting his gaze with a smile. “No, we really wouldn’t.”
A/N: This request was so cute and fit so perfectly with a concept I'd wanted to write for ages so ofc I had to combine them, thank you Anon! Choosing to pretend that Erin Dougal did not leave Smosh in these fics bc she's my fave and I miss her already. Also the whole Little Mermaid 2 thing was based on how it was my favorite movie growing up and because Ariel's daughter looks exactly like if Spencer had an animated baby. Like, you can't tell me I'm wrong because I'm absolutely right.
Like be so fr look at this baby. No one can convince me otherwise.
spencer and cast!reader hardlaunching their baby in a new video? then fans had to look back in previous vids for signs of reader's pregnancy that they missed lol. tyia!
My Beautiful Melody
Spencer Agnew x f!reader
TW: Light angst (haters being fatphobic, general anxiety, new parenthood), lots of Disney talk, use of Y/N, girl dad Spencer my beloved
This is a standalone fic but it also takes place in the universe of one of my other fics. Read Olives here!
This is your world, my darling
One world, the land and sea
My hope for you for always
Is that your heart will hold part of me
Down to the Sea - The Little Mermaid 2
“Hello everyone and welcome to Smosh’s annual costume competition! We have some very eager competitors today ready to compete for the title of-” Angela picked up the trophy on the table. “Best Dressed!”
“You couldn’t remember Best Dressed?”
“Shut up and let me do the intro.”
“I’m obviously the super hot and sexy Elsa from Frozen.” Chanse spoke up, “Thank you all for voting on which awesome costumes we got to wear today.” He snickered.
“And I’m Olaf.” Angela sunk down into her chair, defeated. “I hate everyone.”
“We’ve got some fun surprises and even some special guests coming up, so we’re going to start now. Everyone will be rated on performance, quality, and originality on a scale of 1-10 stars. Let the games begin!”
You fidgeted in the back as the video started with Shayne and Court as Allan and Weird Barbie from the Barbie movie. Spencer leaned his head on your shoulder, baby in his arms. “Hey, we’re gonna be just fine. Everyone’s gonna love this.”
“I just don’t know if I’m ready for her to go from being ours to the world’s.”
He turned your head so he was looking you right in the eye. “She will always be ours. We made her, we care for her day in and day out. And most of all, we love her. No one can take that away. But we can always leave her out of the video.”
You shook your head. “No, as much as I’m scared, I’m also tired of hiding her and walking on thin ice around the fans.” She cooed and reached for a strand of your wig. “We can’t protect her forever. And the fans have been mostly respectful and kind about Amanda, H and Cole. It’ll be fine.”
That sentiment did not stop the pit from growing in your stomach. Some haters had been commenting about your weight gain in the videos you did decide to join, saying you were letting yourself go. That was already detrimental enough to your mental health, you didn’t need them going after your daughter too. But when you looked at Spencer’s kind smile, mirrored by hers, the feeling settled. They couldn’t hurt your family, and even if they tried, you wouldn’t let them. That would always be yours.
Erin came up to the three of you in her Blue Man Group costume. “Do you want me to keep her back here for a second for an extra reveal?”
Spencer’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Duh.” He readjusted the bow in her hair before passing her over to Erin, who was very careful not to get any blue on her white dress. He adjusted the pale yellow bow in yours too, before taking your hand. “It’s just Chanse and Angela, they’ll freak.”
“They better, it took forever to make these.” He pulled you out from behind the divider, leading you onto the familiar purple and blue set.
Angela’s eyes went wide. “Holy crap! Chanse!” She shook Chanse’s shoulders aggressively. “Do you know who they are?”
“I mean I can tell they’re Ariel and Prince Eric but I don’t recognize the yellow dress.”
“They’re from the Little Mermaid 2! The sequel?!?!” Her eyes narrowed. “No way.”
“No way what?” Chanse looked confused, but you just giggled, sensing she had caught on. You stepped back behind the divider, taking your little girl from Erin.
“It’s a family costume Chanse. They brought her!”
Holding her in your arms, you brought her in view of the cameras. “This is Melody, our baby. By the time this comes out she should be almost a year old.” Melody opened and closed her fist in a tiny wave, and Spencer brushed some of her dark curls behind her ear.
“We chose this costume because well, for anyone who knows Disney,” Spencer flashed a quick smile at Angela, whose mouth was hanging wide open, “the name will seem really familiar to anyone who knows the sequel to the Little Mermaid.”
Angela whispered. “She’s named after the movie.”
You nodded. “She named herself after the movie.” You laughed. “It’s kind of a long winded story, maybe we’ll tell it another time.”
“She named herself??? What a baby.”
Spencer looked down at Melody lovingly. “What a baby indeed.”
Chanse held up his whiteboard. “Tens across the board!” He wiped fake tears from his eyes. “What a beautiful story.”
“Oh wait!” Angela scribbled on her whiteboard quickly. “Perfect score! I’d give more points if I could.”
In the end, you tied with Trevor, who had brought Napkin in as Remy and been Linguini from Ratatouille. It helped that he had somehow gotten Napkin to sit on his shoulder and move his hands like he was “cooking”. For the finale, Shayne held up Melody, who was giggling and kicking her feet at all the excitement, and yelled “Smosh Baby!!!”
“Smosh Baby!!!” The rest of you echoed loudly, then burst into laughter. All the anxiety from earlier was gone, everything would be alright.
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When the video was posted, about three months later, people freaked out.
Ilovey/n2: OMG the baby hard launch!!!!!!!
shart4eva: no way she looks just like spencer how tf did they find the copy and paste button on life
Oliviasuifanclubprez: Literally obsessed, kill me now
gunkgunkgunk: is this the project that y/n took a hiatus from smosh and social media for?
y/nagnew: maybe… 😉
gunkgunkgunk: THE QUEEN RESPONDS HELLO QUEEN
Lookslikealiteralqueef: she named herself??? Need a smosh mouth ep on that asap
y/nagnew: 👀
Ilovey/n2: I am so sat
Trevrashafan: napkin was robbed
Politeduck1234: y/n and spencer had a literal baby and you think napkin was the one who was robbed?????? he’s a dog bro
spennser: you’re entitled to your wrong opinion
trevorevarts: he absolutely was robbed ty for noticing
SmoshClips: Just made a compilation of all the times Y/n was hiding her pregnancy and all of us missed it! Watch it here
You and Spencer were sitting and responding to comments on the couch after putting Melody to bed. Spencer raised an eyebrow when he saw it. “Do we watch it?”
“I think we’re legally obligated to.” You clicked on the link. The first clip was of you laughing during a game of Don’t Win Mario Party, wearing an oversized hoodie of Spencer’s to try and hide the slowly growing bump. As the audio played, the two of you started to laugh at your past selves.
“Fucking fuck! Ugh I can’t believe you did that! Fuck!”
“Little ears Agnew.” You glared at him.
“Sorry Trevor.”
“Hey! I’m an adult!”
“Yeah, who’s like barely out of his teens. What if your brain hasn’t fully developed yet? We can’t have you picking up Spencer’s bad habits, now can we?”
“You’re lucky I love you.” Spencer grumbled through the cone of shame.
“Oh, I know honey.”
The next clip was from right after your honeymoon, in the background of a Tiktok, you were holding a pillow on top of your stomach, sitcom style, in order to not be revealed.
You nudged him lightly. “I think we were ordering paint for the nursery there, we argued about colors for the whole day.”
“I think you nearly bit my head off.”
“You would’ve deserved it.”
Clips kept rolling and you smiled fondly at all of the sweet memories captured of your early stages of pregnancy, final wedding planning and post-honeymoon glow. The final one was of your hiatus video, the camera focused on you sitting at the Board AF table, bump concealed under the wood.
“Hey guys, I’ve decided to take a break from being in Smosh videos and on social media for a while. I’m working on a really big project, and it requires a lot of time and effort to be put into it, and I don’t want to spoil it for you all. This isn’t for forever though, and there will still be plenty of videos that I’m in and that I helped produce to sate the Y/N craving I know you all will have. I’ll be back before you know it, and Spence will still be here to be your court jester and can cause enough chaos for the both of us combined. Stay safe and be kind everyone!” You waved, smiling shyly to the camera. Then the video went dark.
Spencer spoke up first. “I don’t think I’ve ever watched your hiatus video.”
“I think that’s fair, you don’t get a hiatus from me after all.”
“I would never want one.”
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“Welcome to Smosh Mouth! I’m Shayne,”
“And I’m Amanda! And with us today we have two new parents who have gone really viral online recently.”
You laughed. “I really didn’t expect it to blow up as much as it did.”
“But also it’s awesome, our baby’s famous. Just like the Four Seasons hotel kid. Or Charlie Bit My Finger.”
“It didn’t go that viral Spence.”
“Close enough.”
Shayne started the questions. "First we've got to talk pre-baby. You wanna enlighten the class on your pregnancy cravings?"
You sighed. "It was green olives and peanut butter. I got a lot of flack for this from people in the office, but genuinely I thought I would die if I didn't have an olive."
Spencer shook his head fondly. "Sometimes she kept them on her nightstand for when she woke up in the middle of the night. It was like Zooey Deschanel's drawer of night peanuts in New Girl." Shayne and Amanda both started to crack up, but all you did was pout.
"Sometimes a girl who carried a baby for ten months and was in labor for 13 hours wants a snack in the middle of the night. Sue me."
Amanda put her hand on your shoulder before the bickering could start up again. “Alright, alright, Y/N's right, leave her alone. So the part people loved the most is that she picked out her own name. You two wanna tell us how that happened?”
“So I watched a lot of old Disney and Barbie movies for the nostalgia and warm fuzzy feelings once I started to get really sentimental and emotional, y’know? And I remembered having The Little Mermaid 2 on VHS when I was a kid so of course I had to watch it.”
Amanda nodded understandingly. “They’re very good for that. And they don’t kill the kids, which is always a big plus. Playing Resident Evil 8 was so hard because of that.”
You rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. “I know. It’s hard.”
She motioned for you to continue, and you waited for Spencer to go, but he just said, “It’s your story honey, you take the stage.”
“So anyway I was watching it, and during the opening song she just started to move, to the point where I was a little concerned. And every single time they said ‘Melody’, she kicked, which was cute, but also really hurt. I even paused the movie at some points to go get a snack or a drink, and she would totally stop. But as soon as the movie said ‘Melody’ she would kick again.”
“Once she told me about it, I was like, ‘well, that’s her name now.’ Completely threw our baby name list out the window.”
“We didn’t even know her gender yet, but Spencer was so sure that it was meant for her that we didn’t call her anything else.”
Shayne chimed in. “And so Melody Agnew named herself. How’s being a parent to the best baby ever?”
“I mean, Amanda knows how this goes, but she’s been teething lately, so we haven’t gotten a lot of sleep in a while.”
“And she hates her bassinet.”
“Oh yeah. Anytime we put her in it she screams and cries so hard that last week she got a heat rash. We’ve been taking turns rocking her to sleep in the rocking chair my mom bought us, which normally ends in one of us falling asleep there.”
Shayne wheezed. “I was wondering why you had an ice pack on the back of your neck the other day, Spence.”
“But other than that, it’s good. She’s trying to stand, which is cute to me and worrying for Spence.”
“I think I’m getting gray hairs already.” Spencer muttered. “She’s just like her mother.” You pushed him, nearly toppling him off the chair. “You’re proving my point you know.”
“Anyway, but you know, it’s new every day. She loves the ceiling fan and the park and obviously the Little Mermaid.”
“And peas.”
“Yes, we have a big pea fan in our house.”
“That being said, even if we aren’t sleeping a whole lot and our countertop is stained green.” Spencer grabbed your hand on top of the table. “We really wouldn’t have it any other way.”
You looked at him, softly meeting his gaze with a smile. “No, we really wouldn’t.”
A/N: This request was so cute and fit so perfectly with a concept I'd wanted to write for ages so ofc I had to combine them, thank you Anon! Choosing to pretend that Erin Dougal did not leave Smosh in these fics bc she's my fave and I miss her already. Also the whole Little Mermaid 2 thing was based on how it was my favorite movie growing up and because Ariel's daughter looks exactly like if Spencer had an animated baby. Like, you can't tell me I'm wrong because I'm absolutely right.
Like be so fr look at this baby. No one can convince me otherwise.
To wish @illusorytherapy a very belated birthday!! (It was yesterday I meant to make this yesterday whoopsies)
As the president of Illusory’s fan club it is incredibly important I make this message for our queen of the Iris-verse!
We love your work and you and we hope that there is so much love and kindness in the next year (and all the years after!!!)
And also cake. Cake is important.
If you do not wish her a happy birthday I will haunt your house as the ghost of a very loud mouse who you will always hear in your walls by your head while you’re trying to sleep.
To wish @illusorytherapy a very belated birthday!! (It was yesterday I meant to make this yesterday whoopsies)
As the president of Illusory’s fan club it is incredibly important I make this message for our queen of the Iris-verse!
We love your work and you and we hope that there is so much love and kindness in the next year (and all the years after!!!)
And also cake. Cake is important.
If you do not wish her a happy birthday I will haunt your house as the ghost of a very loud mouse who you will always hear in your walls by your head while you’re trying to sleep.
