Agusta

✶⋆.˚i'm the perfect mix of saturday night and the rest of your life”

[lacey-peony]

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ LOVE’S NEVER WASTED, WHEN IT’S SHARED

⋆｡𖦹 augusta ! or, gus !

20. she/her. busy woman, all the time. olivia dean’s #1 fan. lip gloss enthusiast. in my 5th rewatch of new girl era. busy woman, for the rest of my life.

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requests are open ig !

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[lacey-peony]

i got sick of larping being a fan of resident evil so i decided to spend my day off playing the remake of resident evil 2 and i only have TWO things to say:

1. #needthatunfunnyman

2. i genuinely can’t remember the last time i had SO much fun with a game. yes, it has its scary moments and yes i did play it with aim assist on but it was genuinely a blast figuring out the puzzles and learning all the lore (i cried like six times i cant even lie— ROOKIE LEON JUST WANTED TO BE A GOOD COP I CANT-)

that’s all thanks for coming to my ted talk 🙂‍↕️

[lacey-peony]

UPDATE FOR THOSE WHO CARE: while waiting for my paycheck to clear so i can buy re4r (i swear im 20 omg i sound twelve) i needed more of a resident evil kick so i decided to finish up my claire run 2 that i had started but ultimately didnt finish bc i got scared of mr x and im SO SO SO glad i went back to it bc the sherry and claire dynamic is WAY better than leon and ada’s whole “will they won’t they” shtick. like she’s literally mothering through the apocalypse I CANT

[lacey-peony]

i got sick of larping being a fan of resident evil so i decided to spend my day off playing the remake of resident evil 2 and i only have TWO things to say:

1. #needthatunfunnyman

2. i genuinely can’t remember the last time i had SO much fun with a game. yes, it has its scary moments and yes i did play it with aim assist on but it was genuinely a blast figuring out the puzzles and learning all the lore (i cried like six times i cant even lie— ROOKIE LEON JUST WANTED TO BE A GOOD COP I CANT-)

that’s all thanks for coming to my ted talk 🙂‍↕️

[lacey-peony]

₊˚⊹ᰔ the midnight giggles

summary: it's always the nights that you can't seem to sleep that your tiktok decides to be extra funny (spencer agnew x f! reader) extra: 472 word count, just a little blurb, not proofread at all lmao author's note: this is a little extra treat for y'all for allowing me to take so long with requests and not pumping out fics as quickly lmao.

you were meant to be asleep, you really were. i mean, there was no better place to sleep than in the comfort of your boyfriend’s bed; his arm gently draped around your waist, the ends of his curls tickling your shoulders, his breath fanning against the back of your neck in a soothing rhythm.

despite all those cozy and comforting factors, you still couldn't seem to be lulled to sleep. you reached under your pillow and grabbed your phone, pressing it on to see the time. the phone was a little brighter than you would have liked at 12:30 in the morning, but your eyes easily adjusted.

you had originally gone onto tiktok to hopefully stumble upon a boring video essay that would hopefully be the thing that finally helps you to catch some shut eye. instead, for some ungodly reason, your tiktok had decided to serve you a seemingly endless barrage of hilarious tiktoks.

the first laugh had caught you off guard and you were overtly aware of your boyfriend's presence behind you. from there, you did your best to stifle your laughs, but seemingly the harder you tried to keep them in, the more you wanted to laugh. your 'calming breaths' came out more like shaky wheezes and your shoulders sporadically shook in an effort to keep your laughs in.

inevitably, you felt your boyfriend move behind you, his grip on your waist solidifying into something more conscious and solid. he moved his head further into the crook of you neck, his blinks still few and far between and his voice still drenched in a sleepy tone.

"why're ya up, baby?" he asked, droopily.

you tried to match his quiet tone as best you could, but a few laughs slipped out. "i'm sorry, spence. i couldn't sleep and i just saw a few funny videos. go back to sleep, hon."

that seemed to wake him up a little bit, his eyes peeling up and glancing towards your phone. "what's funny?"

"it's, like, stupid," you whispered back, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. "go back to sleep."

"wanna see," he mumbled against your skin and you sighed a little, but you couldn't help the little laughs that slipped out as you tilted the phone towards him for his viewing pleasure.

"it's bad voiceover moments from the older resident evil games," you explained, clicking the volume up one and leaning further into spencer, both to give him a better view and to soak up the feeling of your back against his chest.

the video played short clips, the occasionally one getting a huff of a laugh out of spencer or a giggle out of you. and for the first time that night, giggling with your lover, your eyes started to droop and your breathing started to even out.

likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome !

[lacey-peony]

Hi oh my god i think ur single handedly feeding the entire spencer community idk how ur writing this fast but its all soo good

You dont have to take this request but im personally such a sucker for medieval/ royalty au (we know the yearning could go crazy) maybe some sort of forbidden relationship if one of them is royalty and one is a knight/ commoner? Maybe even some jealousy/ protectiveness???👀

A lot of your fics are more in like the real world so idk if this is too out there so dont feel like u have to write this

Sorry for the yap lol im not the best at requests

awww, stop you're too sweet!!

so, i will say i kinda struggled with this request as medieval au's aren't exactly my thing to write. LOVE to read them, but write, not so much lmao. i read this super good one by @jellysmosh, so i'd definitely recommend checking that one out!

i did try to give it a bit of a shot below though, so hopefully that's somewhat satisfying for you!! deepest apologies for not being able to write a full fic out of it lmao 😓😓

you had leaned over the banister of your balcony, your fingers digging into the marble it had been carved out of. you had to be quick, the person you sought already making their way off the palace grounds, their pace steady.

"court jester!" you called, a soft lithe in your voice you had never personally heard before.

the figure below you started in a way that made you giggle, his shoulders pulled up and his muscles taunt like the alley cats you have seen around the market a handful of times. lucky for him, you were always fond of those cats. he spun in his spot, his eyes darting around until they landed on you, up on your balcony, looking eagerly down at him. his head tilted in curiosity, causing the two-pronged cap on his head to jingle faintly. you stifled a giggle at the noise,

"princess?" spencer called back, a slightly tremor of unease in his tone. "what- what are thou doing?"

he knew better than to speak to a princess without due cause. this kind of mischief could get him into more trouble than he's usually in. but, she had called out to him, had she not? and, her pretty looks had definitely been a contributing factor to his decision to linger but a moment more.

"i just-" you started, pausing for a brief moment to gnaw at your bottom lip to keep your smile somewhat contained. you also spared a glance over your shoulder, ensuring none of the handmaidens had returned yet. "i just wanted to say that i enjoyed the entertainment you brough before us this evening. you were, rather, charming tonight."

spencer felt a rush of heat flush his cheeks. he hoped the darling princess was high enough in her castle that she wouldn't notice the discoloration in his cheeks. he couldn't help but smile under the compliment, nonetheless.

he realized with your nervous glances over your shoulders that you were risking just as much talking to him as he was to. he removed the jingling hat from his head and tipped it in a half-effort bow that could also get him in trouble, but he figured the princess wouldn't tattle on him.

"i am glad to have brought some humor to your evening. anything for you, princess."

"do return tomorrow," you all but begged, leaning closer. "please. once the king has had his fill of laughs, meet me behind the stables."

you had made the offer nearly impossible to turn down. despite the fact that your father had only dropped two shillings into spencer's palms and despite the fact that the trek from his extravagant palace to his humble home was so long his feet got blisters, his mouth was moving before his brain could interrupt.

"there is no place i would rather be than with thou."

your grin was so bright, he could see it from where he stood below you.

"and what is the name of the gentleman below me?" you asked, propping your elbow on the marble and resting your chin in the palm of you hand.

"spencer agnew, just a measly court jester, at your service," he announced, earning him a couple of those giggles he had grown to covet during his performance during the evening.

you provided your own name, despite it being well known by nearly everyone in the town that clung to the side of your family's castle. "though i'm sure you already knew that, spencer," you mused back. the way his name rolled off your tongue had him enchanted. you had gone to say something else until you heard one of your handmaidens behind you.

"princess, what are you doing on the balcony?" she asked, joining you on the terrace.

"oh!" you said, albeit a little nervously. "just, uh, looking at the stars."

the handmaiden frowned a little bit, but knew better than to question the princess. she turned heel and returned inside your room, beginning to prepare it for your night's rest.

you shot a glance over the balcony to ensure that spencer was safely on his way, just barely catching as he slid through the large castle doors, his lantern flickering the faint outline of your court jester onto the wood.

tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

[lacey-peony]

Hi! I love your work and I was wondering if you could do a Spencer x reader fic based on the new parent week videos!!

Maybe the “showing our moms horror games” but instead of arasha and her mom, it’s reader and her mom.

Reader is from another continent, so it’s the first time Spencer meets her mother!!

₊˚⊹ᰔ ‘cause i’ve built my life around you

summary: sometimes a girl just needs her mom; even if it's for a youtube video. (spencer agnew x f! reader) extra: 6030 word count, intentional lowercase, f! reader, pictures not representative of reader, hardly proofread author’s note: HIII i am so so sorry this took me so long to complete but i had to catch up on smosh videos since ive just been slammed at work. i made it extra long in hopes of making up for the amount of time i spent on it lmao. hopefully, it was worth the wait. i also decided to keep it vague for reader accessibility, so instead of them being from out of the country, it's just a non-descript far away place lmao. also, as someone who goes to college across the country from her family, writing this kinda healed something in me lmao.

to say you'd been looking forward to this day would be an understatement, possibly the understatement of the century. in a meeting about future projects, someone had pitched a handful of videos with some of the cast's parents. you jumped at the opportunity to drag your mom out to los angeles, as it was a rarity for you. your family lived too far from your new home to justify them coming out to los angeles often, or even at all. plus, with your filming schedule at smosh, it was hard to get enough time off to justify doing the long haul flight to see them for maybe two days just to turn around and fly right back.

but this, having your mom in your city for a week of 'bring your mother to work' day, was perfect. she'd been a little reluctant to agree, a naturally camera shy woman, but it only took a little convincing from her child to get her to book the flight. it helped that you baited her a little with the opportunity to finally meet your boyfriend, spencer, and his own mother in person.

you were close with your family, your parents in particularly. you called as often as a good child should, which meant that on occasion spencer would be there for a call or two, brief interactions that barely counted as introductions, let alone a true meeting. but, since getting with spencer, your family just hadn't had the time to come out and you and spencer's schedule couldn't seem to align enough to make it work either. well, until now.

now you were waiting at LAX, anxiously scanning the crowds for your mother, bouncing on the balls of your feet. spencer was next to you, two bouquets of flowers held in one of his hands. both of your moms were flying in at relatively the same time, which you two had devised to make pick-up easier. in his other was his phone, pressed to his ear as he talked to his own mom, trying to figure out exactly where she was in the massive airport.

"what do you mean you can see a starbucks right now?" he said into the phone, his brows furrowed. "i don't even know- wait, mom, have you even left the terminal?"

his one-sided, silly conversation managed to calm your nerves a little, drawing out some giggles as you glanced sideways at him. he jokingly rolled his eyes at whatever his mom was saying over the phone, but you could tell that he was a wee-bit proud of himself for making you laugh. his eyes drifted from you back into the crowds of people, nodding his head a little.

"ah, okay, i think i see you," spencer said, nudging your shoulder and nodding to where his mom was walking towards them. he ended the call, sliding his phone back into his back pocket. you reached around him, taking the cellophane-wrapped flowers into your hands with a soft smile.

"yup, you're definitely my mom," he teased as she approached. he meet her halfway, giving her a tight hug. with her face over her son's shoulders, his mom gave you a smile, to which you waved and smiled back to.

as they pulled apart, spencer reclaimed his spot beside you, resting a hand on the small of your back. "mom, this is y/n, the girlfriend. mom, y/n. more introduction stuff," he joked and you shook your heat at him.

"ah, yes, the girlfriend," his mother repeated. "spencer, you act like we've never meet before." she turned to you with a warm smile that you always felt only mothers could master. "i remember you from one of his holiday parties a few years ago."

"well, hopefully that was a good impression." you held out one of the bundle of flowers. "if not, i'm hoping these make an even better impression."

the woman laughed, gently taking the flowers from you. before pulling you into a soft and sweet hug, the cellophane crinkling between the two of you. "you're impression with me has always been perfect. i had a feeling you two would end up together, you know."

you pulled back. "you're not the first person to tell us that."

"oh, i'm sure," she continued. "i mean, if i could tell you about the ways he talked about you back then--"

"that's enough out of you," spencer jumped in. "next thing i know you're going to whip out my baby book."

"please do," you joked, winking at his mother as she laughed, patting his son's shoulder at his minor embarassment.

"next time," she promised and you had a feeling that she truly believed there would be a next time. that she would visit again and that you and spencer would still be together. and you believed her, too.

you turned to spencer, who was already reaching for his mom's carry-on, ever the gentleman. "you two can go wait in the car, if you want, while i wait for my mom."

"no, no. i actually have to make a first impression and it has to be good. i am not waiting in the car like some bum," he said, shaking his head, his dark chocolatey curls bouncing with the movement. "in fact, give me those."

he took the other flowers from your hands, taking them back. you held your hands up defensively. "alright, alright. but, you know my mom already likes you."

"yeah, but i want her to really, really like me," he argued and you laughed, patting his chest. it did warm you a little in your soul that he wanted your mom to like him so much, that her approval meant something to him.

"whatever you say, spence." your phone buzzed and you jumped, excitedly reaching for it in your pockets.

mom: just landed. getting off the plane now. excited to see you, baby!

"alright, she's just landed. shouldn't be long," you told them, unable to hide your wide smile. you were texting her back at the speed of light, letting her know where you were and giving her some good landmarks to look out for.

"saying she doesn't get lost in the terminal," spencer said, giving his mom a pointed look that she simply shook her head at. she looked over at you.

"do you hear this? since when did he get this attitude?" she joked and you shrugged playing along with her. "because i sure didn't raise him with it."

"careful spence," you warned, "you're gonna get yourself grounded."

while your boyfriend and his mom laughed at your little joke, your eyes were scouring the crowds of people until you landed on a familiarly face, a face that looked a lot like your own. you couldn't help but feel 19 again, the bittersweet feeling of seeing your mom for the first time after your first year at college. she was clearly as excited as you were, her eyes bright and perhaps even a little damp with tears.

you two met halfway, an excited squeal leaving your lips as you were cradled by your mom's arms. you couldn't seem to shake your wide smile even as you pulled halfway back from her, only for her to tug you back to her chest, not quite yet ready to let go.

you laughed into her shoulders and greying hair, letting her have a few more seconds. "hiya, mom."

she pressed a kiss to your cheek before pulling back, taking hold of your shoulders and taking you in entirely. "there's my baby."

you lead her back to spencer and his mother, presenting her excitedly like this was show-and-tell in elementary school. you then gestured over at spencer, who stood a little straighter at his name falling from your lips.

"and this is spencer," you said. "whom you should know as my boyfriend but today he's also playing our personal uber."

"it's so nice to meet you," spencer jumped in, taking a few steps closer to her, delicately presenting the flowers. "these are for you. how was the flight? not too bad, i hope?"

"it was worth seeing my daughter," your mom replied with a dismissive wave as she took the flowers off his hands. "thank you for these, spencer. that's very sweet of you."

your mom gave you a side ways glance and a subtle nod. you rolled your eyes, reaching for her bag, only to find spencer had already grabbed it, wheeling it alongside his mom's bag.

"alright, ladies," he said, "your car awaits in the parking garage, which is charging me eight bucks for every ten minutes so let's hustle, yeah?"

the three of you laughed but followed him at his slightly sped up pace nonetheless. his mom fell in line with you and your mom, the three of yo passively chatting about random things. the two mothers had somehow gotten onto the topic of the reason for their arrivals, all the videos they'd be in for smosh and such.

"oh, i'm rather nervous," your mom said with a nervous laugh to match her statement. "i've always been a bit camera shy. the limelight was never my thing. my daughter, though, this was always her thing, even when she was just a little girl, she loved to be in front of the camera."

you shook your head at the little anecdote you've heard your whole life, but particularly a lot more once you broke out in the industry.

"you're going to do great," spencer tossed over his shoulder with a comforting smile that you found so entirely endearing that he was giving it to your mother. "plus, if there's anything i think you'd hate to be on the internet forever, i'll just cut it."

you leaned closer to your mom's shoulder with a wide grin. "one of the many perks of dating a big shot at the office."

spencer shot you a playful glare but you simply smiled back at him innocently, which easily melted away his stern look.

the four of you eventually reached spencer's car and pilled in before he pulled out of the parking garage, ultimately having to fork over 24 bucks. you had suggested to spencer to take a slightly scenic route your los angeles on the way to his place, so that you two could point popular tourist destinations and places of personal significance out to them. he readily agreed, taking an early exit and adopting a playful carny-like tour guide voice as he pointed things out.

"and out your left window," spencer started, glancing at the place before forcing his eyes back to the road, "is the place where we had our first date."

both of your mothers leaned and looked, before spencer's mom turned to him with a slight frown. "really, spencer? that's a taco bell. you didn't take her to a nicer establishment?"

you couldn't help but laugh at the light scolding he just received. but, you were also quick to jump in and save him. "no, no. i had been the one to suggest taco bell."

now your mom was turning to you with a frown. "i have the same question as his mother now."

"but, in my defense," you started, raising your hands like you were being placed under arrest, "i hadn't known it was a date until after. i thought i was just hanging out with my co-worker who i found very cute."

"that's true," spencer added with a slightly embarrassed tone to his voice. "i hadn't been very clear in those early days."

the ride continued, pointing out various places around los angeles; a coffee shop you frequented when you were in college, one of the first theatres you auditioned and got rejected from, your favorite park to walk through after a long day of filming with no sunshine.

eventually, it got to the point in the tour when you were pointing out spencer's apartment. before heading to the airport, you and spencer had put together a nice little dinner for the four of you; a simple pasta dish with a few pieces of grilled chicken and a salad. nothing too crazy, but surely a nice meal after a long travel day.

the conversation flowed easily over dinner, something you couldn't help but note as a good sign for the future. a little voice in the back of your head that you tried to not give too much attention whispered thoughts about your mothers interacting like this at a wedding, at your wedding. refusing to get too ahead of yourself, you shoved the thought down and focused your attention on spencer's thumb brushing along your knuckles where your hands were intertwined in his lap under the table.

by the time dinner had wrapped and conversation flowed to a halt, the sun had long since dipped below the horizon, making way for the moon and it's night sky. you could see the faintly sleepy look in your mother's eyes and knew it was time to get to bed. while you loved spencer's apartment, it was still a los angeles apartment. it had no business housing four grown adults. plus, contrary to popular belief, you did have your own apartment that you paid a pretty penny for and you'd like to use it.

you and your mom started saying your goodbye's, but it wouldn't be for long, truly, seeing as the four of them had work in the morning. as your mom was making her way towards where your car was parked outside spencer's apartment, you gave spencer a fleeting kiss at his doorstep.

it was a little weird, not staying the night at his place and kissing each other goodnight at the door of his apartment so you could go to yours. you hadn't realized how fond you had grown of your routine with him, how much you enjoyed being with him.

"i guess i'll see you tomorrow?" you offered with a tilt of your head, not having done this parting dance since the very early days of your relationship.

spencer laughed a little, stealing another kiss, purposefully making it longer. "tomorrow. yes. see you then, baby."

"love you," you tossed over your shoulder, making your way towards your mom and car.

"love you more," he called after you and you let him have it this time, not really interested in screaming your love for him across his complex's courtyard.

the ride to your apartment with your mother was a little quieter than the rest of the day had been, but you could tell your mother needed it. her head was leaned back against the headrest and her eyes stayed with the glittering lights of the endless los angeles skyscrapers that surrounded you two. but, her hand rested on top of where yours was on the center console.

after a short drive, you were at your place. as you turned the car's engine off, your mother's eyes gleamed with recognition.

"it hasn't changed a bit," she commented, glancing over at you.

you offered her a soft smile. "i've redecorated the inside a handful of times but other than that, it's the same dingy apartment you moved me into all those years ago."

the long day had caught up to the two of you at the same. like mother, like daughter, or something like that. you two changed into your pajamas and while you brushed your teeth together, you explained the plan for the next day to her, talking about shoot blocks, lav mics and room tone with a foamy mouth. your mom nodded along, but you could tell it was a lot of new information at once so you dumbed it down a bit; wake up by 8, out the door by 9:30, at the office by 10. that she could wrap her head around, sending you a slightly grateful look for not needing to mention why you changed your explanation.

the two of you moved to the couch, sleepy but sitting across from each other like you used to when you lived at home, back in your high school days. you two faced each other, legs tucked under your body's and your attention solely on each other. back then, you used to spill high school drama like it was life altering events. hindsight is 20/20, as they say, and you were now fully aware that all those petty fights and messy rumors were far from the tragedies you made them out to be in those couch conversations with your mother.

"so," your mom started, a teasing glint in her eyes. "spencer is..."

she held for purposeful dramatic effect and you gave her a pointed look to continue. a part of you jolted, wanting your mother's approval more than anything.

she smiled. "he's different than i thought he'd be, in a good way. he's good to you. very sweet with you, which is all i can wish for you as a parent. though, some of those jokes, eugh." her face twisted into a look of distain and you laughed lightly, shrugging slowly.

"it's a part of his charm," you justified and you mother hummed, not agreeing but letting you have your way. you hesitated, swallowing thickly. "but, you do like him, right?"

she looked away from where he eyes had drifted to some of the decor in your apartment, returning back to you. her lips lifted into another warm smile as she stretched her hand to meet where yours rested on the back of the couch between you.

"i do. what i like most about him is that you seem to really love him. you've never looked at anybody the way you looked at him today, honey. and that's all that matters to me."

you couldn't help but puff out your chest with a tad bit of pride. you knew in your heart of hearts that spencer was a real keeper, someone you loved with your entire being. and sure, angela and courtney have made a joke here and there about you constantly having heart-eyes for him, but hearing it from your mother was entirely different.

and you knew spencer was going to freak out about receiving just great praise from your mother.

"alright, mom, let's get some beauty sleep," you mused a few minutes later, leading her toward your office/guest bedroom/storage room situation. you'd cleaned it out the week before and set up a pull out bed with some help from spencer.

"like you need beauty sleep," your mom teased, brushing her hand through your hair with a soft smile. "you've always been beautiful."

you scrunched your nose at her before pressing a kiss to her cheek. "thank you, mom. sleep well, yeah? if you need anything, let me know."

she nodded, waving you out of the room. you hesitated near the door. "love you, mom. and thank you for doing this. i think i'll be a lot of fun."

she smiled back at you. "of course, sweetie. thank you for letting me do this. very rarely these days do you need me...it's nice to think that you needed me for this thing."

"i always need you," you replied, instantly, without a second thought.

"well, yes," your mother conceded with a little laugh. "but just not in the way you used to. not like when you were my little girl, covered in your father's shaving cream."

you rolled your eyes and heaved a big sigh. "that was one time!"

"oh, you were just covered head-to-toe in it! and your wailing, oh god, it would put banshees to shame-"

"good night, mom!" you cut in, quickly flicking the light off and making your way back down the hall, a ghost of a smile on your lips as you heard your mother's faint laughs.

you were able to sleep a lot better that night than you thought you would without spencer. with your mom just down the hall, it really didn't feel all that alone in your apartment, not like it used to.

the next morning you woke to your alarm, grumbling as you grasped around your bed for the buzzing and ringing phone, eager to shut the noise off. eventually you found it, swiping away your alarm was you took in the early morning time.

with sleepy eyes you squinted at your notifications, a soft smile on your lips at one of them.

spence <3: good morning, baby. wow, i haven't sent one of those texts in a long time since i usually get the honor of telling you in person. i hope you slept well, despite it being in your big, cold and lonely bed without me.

you rolled your eyes, but you knew if you looked in the mirror, you would have a cheesy grin that only he could ever seem to drag out of you. then your phone chimed again.

spence <3: also, did your mom say anything about me? asking for a friend.

that really got you, a few giggles slipping past your lips. of course that's what he was thinking about in the wee hours of the early morning.

you: i hope you slept well, too, babe! and yes, my mom had loads of terrible and horrible things to say about you ;)

spence <3: that's so not funny.

you: and it's so not true. she adores you, spence. i'll see you and your lovely mother at work.

spence <3: no, i'll see YOU and YOUR lovely mother at work.

you forced yourself out of bed, walking into your living room to find your mother already there, a mug of tea between her hands and her phone resting on her knee. she looked up at you as you enter the room with a yawn.

"good morning, sweetie," she said. you walked over to her, leaning over the back of your couch and wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

"morning," you muttered, forcing down another yawn.

"good morning, sweetheart!" a voice called from the phone and you woke up a little more, looking over at the contact on your mother's phone which read 'my husband.' a bit straight forward, but it got the point across

"hey, dad! how's it going back home?" you asked as you made your way into the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets to get started on a quick breakfast for you two.

"oh, good, good. i mean, i miss your mother, but that's the usual," he said and your mom laughed, shaking her head.

"awww," you cooed, playfully, as you pulled down the pancake mixed.

"she was just telling me about this spencer character, in fact," your dad continued and you scoffed.

"dad, you say that like he's a shady drug dealer. he's my boyfriend!" you replied, sharing a silly look with your mom.

your dad grumbled on his side of the phone. "yeah, yeah."

you rolled your eyes and went back to the task at hand. you knew your dad was just being a bit protective and silly, so you didn't take any of it to heart. your mother said a few more things into the phone that you had zoned out, focusing on the measuring out the right amount of pancake mix.

"i would have started cooking but i didn't know where anything was," your mom said as she walked into the kitchen, setting her phone down on the counter.

you gave her a lopsided grin. "you're the guest. i've got this."

"hopefully, you're a better chef than you were at six."

"funny," you deadpanned. "do you want these very special 'first day of school' pancakes or not?"

instantly, your mom's shoulders slouched a bit and her eyes glittered with a fond look. "you remember those?"

"of course!" you said, your face scrunching up at the insinuation that you didn't remember them. "i mean, i know now that they were a ploy to get me to go to school but what kid doesn't want sprinkles in their pancakes?"

"i'm glad they made a lasting impression on you," your mom muttered, fondly. "i was truly just out of ways to convince you school was cool."

you laughed as you mixed the ingredients together, watching the sprinkles swirl into the batter. "well, it worked. and now i make them before any big event. like today!"

your mom wiggled her eyebrows. "or, like before your wedding?"

you pointed your whisk at her, which was dribbling colorful batter. "that's a enough out of you, ma'am, or you're gonna lose pancake privileges."

at some point, you were evicted from your own kitchen for "doing it wrong." ultimately, you knew your mom just wanted to provide for you once again, so you handed her the spatula and went and got dressed for the day, making sure to grab the specialty 'smosh parents week' pins that had been given out the week prior.

you returned to the kitchen and ate your sprinkle-galore pancakes with your mother, intentionally making funny faces across from her at the dining table, much like you used to when you were younger. some things never change, i guess.

the two of you continued to get ready. your mom changed her outfit three times, clearly anxious about her appearance, like the fact that she was about to be in front of cameras the whole day had just settled back into her weathered bones.

to ease her anxiety, you knew you needed to give her a task. she was standing in front of your full length mirror, looking at her outfit from every possible angle until you peeked your head out from your bathroom.

"hey, mom," you called, "can you come curl my hair? I can't reach the back."

it was a white lie, barely a fib. you had been curling your hair perfectly on your own for many years now, but she needed a task and you were willing to give her this one.

"of course, sweetie," she said, following you into the bathroom.

you continued with your makeup as she picked up the curling iron, gently separating strands of your hair and wrapping them around the heated metal. occasionally, you met her eyes in the mirror, sharing a look that was teeming with nostalgia.

"reminds me of prom," your mom eventually offered up as she released a curl, letting it down slowly before reaching for more of your hair.

"god, that was a long time ago," you teased as you wiped your mascara through your lashes, your mouth making an 'o'-shape without your permission as it always did.

"no, not really," your mom said, leaning forwards so her temple pressed against yours. "it was yesterday for me."

eventually, you two made it to the office, where your mom received a warm welcome from everyone and a handful of hugs from some of your closest friends. your mom was doing well, navigating conversations like a champ and seemingly making friends everywhere she went. you weren't in the building long before you felt a hand press into the place between your shoulder blades and a kiss to your cheek.

"look who decided to show up for work," he teased and you rolled your eyes at him, smacking a hand gently against his chest.

"i wasn't even late, spence."

"but," he started, leaning a little closer to you, "you could have been early if you carpooled with me."

you laughed, holding his face in your hand. "just say you missed me, you big baby."

"i missed you," he said, without an ounce of hesitation. admittedly, you melted a little at her sweet words and how much being separated for the singular night had clearly taken a toll on him.

you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. "i missed you, too," you whispered against them before leaning back and clearing your throat, remembering you were not only at work but were at work with both of your mother's lingering around.

your mom's first introduction to smosh would be a games video, which you couldn't decided if that was perfect or a big mistake. it was a horror game, 'outlast,' that you had never played or even heard about before spencer pitched it. horror was already a concept of game you struggled with. it had been a lot of long winded conversations and promises to make it up to you a million times over to get you to be in the resident evil videos. you were even far too scared to even be involved with the fnaf series videos, let alone being in charge of the controller for a horror game with your mother beside you.

regardless of any hesitance you had towards the genre, the video still needed to be filmed. spencer and his mom would play first, mostly so that when him and anders were directing you, they could give you definite answers to any kind of question you might have, midgame. as to avoid spoilers, you and your mom weren't allowed to sit in and watch them play. eventually, you were called up to bat.

once cleared from room tone and giving the okay to start, you turned to one of the cameras with a bright smile as you threw your arms around your mom and pulled her close. "hiya, guys! no need to refresh the page or to check your screen for smudges, you are, in fact, seeing me and the woman i stole all my genetics from."

your mom laughed a little shyly as you pulled away, giving her shoulders a comforting squeeze. "be grateful you don't have your father's nose."

"i'm so telling him you said that," you teased, looking back into the camera. "guys, tag my father down below and make sure he sees this."

your mom was rapidly shaking her head at the camera, making hasty 'stop' motion that earned her some laughs from the room. you briefly turned your attention to the game, taking in the loading screen before turning to your mom with a small smile.

"i can't think of a time you've ever watched me play a video game," you commented, a small furrow in your brows as you sorted through your memories. "i mean, other than, like, the family wii we had for mario kart."

"yes, we had that wii, it had been a gift from your uncle, i think," your mom replied with a small shrug before adding, "but, i do watch you play video games here, on the channel."

your head snapped to her, a shocked look on your face, "really? i didn't know that, mom."

"of course," your mother replied, a soft smile on her face as she looked over at you. "i, uh, followed, er, friended, the channel as soon as you told me you got the job."

you melted a little bit, jutting out your lower lip. "it's called subscribing — which all of you watching this video should do — but that's so sweet either way."

"i couldn't watch that one game, though," continued your mom, her face scrunching up, "the one with the creepy house and spencer. something about residents? or something seven? either way, too scary for me."

anders was laughing from his directors seat at your mom's phrasing. spencer was instantly cutting in. "i was never personally in a creepy house with your daughter, just to be clear."

you and your mom laughed but you gave her a slightly guilty look. "well, bad news for you, mom, i'm pretty sure this is another kind of scary game."

"and spencer picked this?" your mom asked.

"er, no!" he quickly lied, giving her an exaggerated smile that no one was buying.

it actually went a lot better than you thought it would. you were pretty sure that all the time you spent playing resident evil with spencer had paid off in a big way, allowing you to make your way through this game at a somewhat steady pace.

of course, there had been a couple of moments where you had panicked, the video game character haphazardly darting around in random directions as you and your mom shrieked in terror of incoming dangers. at one point you had even offered the controller over to her, to which she fired off a handful of rounds towards the creatures, missing every shot. it made for a funny moment, despite the fact that you two had inadvertently killed the pixelated man.

getting through one video was all it took for your mom to burst out of her shell. by the time she sat next to you on the assumptions couch, she was more than happy to spill any and all childhood secrets with amanda, who was more than happy to hear them.

the next day she came into the office she was even more excited, asking to talk with some of the editors and various art department folks to get a better understanding for their jobs, too. she had taken a liking to brennan, who was more than happy to explain white balancing and exposure levels to her whenever she asked.

by the time you were taking your mom back to LAX to send her home, she had made friends with nearly everyone in the office, making promises to mail you her "famous" oatmeal cookie recipe for you to dish out to your coworkers.

while you were glad she had such a good time, it made leaving her all that much harder. you had no shame crying in LAX, something you've done more times than you could count on all your fingers and toes. your mother held you in her arms, like she had when she had first arrived in los angeles nearly a week ago and just like she had when you were first born all those years ago. she pressed a kiss to your temple and gave you a final, bone crushing squeeze.

"i had so much fun, sweetie," she whispered into your hair. "thank you for taking your old mother with you to work."

a wet chuckle fell from your lips as you wiped at your damp cheeks. "of course, any time, mom."

she pulled back, cupping your face in her hands, letting her shiny eyes glance all over your face, committing every part of it to memory with a soft smile.

"i should go before i miss my flight," she offered, but hadn't released you.

you tilted your head with a pitiful pout. "would it be the worst thing in the world if you did?"

"no," she started, "but your father is starting to miss me."

and then she gave you a knowing look, letting her thumb brush away a stray tear on your cheek. "and your spencer is starting to miss you."

her eyes drifted to behind you and you glanced over your shoulder to where spencer was standing, his hands in his pockets as he waited patiently for you. once he realized the attention was on him, he held up his hand in a small wave and gave you both a nod, but there was no urgence in him. he wouldn't rush you on this departure, he never would.

you turned back to your mom with a sad smile. "i love you, i'll see you soon."

you always said it to each other, even if "soon" sometimes meant months and months later. it made it hurt a little less.

"i love you more," your mother replied. and you let her have it, because she had long since earned the right to love you more than you love her.

"call me when you land?" you requested and she nodded, finally releasing her hands from her daughters and filling them with her luggage.

"no one else i'd rather call," she hummed, managing some composure as she started to walk away.

you couldn't seem to move from your spot, even after she had left your line of sight. eventually, spencer came up beside you, gently setting his hands on your shoulder and bicep.

"ready to go home, honey?" he asked, gently, still not rushing her despite the fact that she was just standing in the middle of LAX, wasting time.

she turned to him, locking eyes with her teary ones. "yeah, yeah. let's go home."

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[lacey-peony]

Hihi love your writinggg

This is probably weird and sorry if it is, but are you comfy writing about like, pregnancy and babies?

Completely understand if not, just in my ovulation fueled baby fever era so ive been trying to find fics about parent stuff lol

hihi!! first of all, thank you!! i’m so glad you enjoy what i’ve written so far.

and i gave it some thought and decided “fuck it, why not?!?” lmao. so, yes, that’s totally be something i’d be down to write!! feel free to send in a more specific request if you’d like, i’m all ears 😌 i am kinda obsessed with baby fever! reader and spencer just being like “whatever you want, i want” after like the eighteen tiktok of just cute babies lmao

[lacey-peony]

༉‧₊˚. breaking (fake) news

summary: rumors on your relationship status spread quick, but your ability to respond with a witty tiktok is quicker (spencer agnew x f! reader) extra: 1.2 word count, just a little blurb, not proofread at all lmao author's note: hi hi! this is just a little blurb i wanted to write as i work through requests and other stuff i've been writing. enjoy!

you had been flipping between pages of the little booklet the bakery had let you take home, trying to decided which cake design you liked best, when you got the first text.

your eyes were still staring at the various degrees of white frosting as you reached around blindly for it, finally wrapping your fingers around the block that was your phone. begrudgingly, you looked away from the cakes and down at your phone, a small frown growing on your face.

it was a series of texts from one of your cousins, including a tiktok video and a simple text that said, "this is stuff you need to tell us. we get that your sort of famous, but i don't like learning this off the internet."

the text was even more cryptic, adding to your confusion as you opened the tiktok that had accompanied it, hoping for some clarity. it was one of those "breaking news" sort of tiktoks, that always had an air of being misleading to them. there was footage of you at a recent youtube event, standing by yourself in front of the paparazzi in a long, dazzling dress that you remember loving wearing a few nights ago. there was also some footage of you with angela and, shayne courtney, the only other smosh members in attendance that night.

while all four of you looked stunning, that wasn't the news this "outlet" was trying to spread. in bold white font, overlayed these lovely images of you and your friends, were the words, "youtube icon, y/n l/n, attends event solo following break-up with co-worker, spencer agnew."

woah.

you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. you and spencer were the furthest thing from being broken up. he just simply wasn't at the event as he had work to do, other obligations that he had to fufill.

you quickly sent the video to spencer, followed by your own text. 'um, this is news to me???'

spencer was instantly texting back. "i miss ONE event and suddenly you're back on the market? i don't think so."

you also sent the video into the smosh cast group chat, figuring they would all get a kick out of it.

then you were on the duty of putting out fires, quickly shooting off texts to your cousin and other family members that you had a feeling would be just gullible enough to believe the video. thankfully, everyone believed you, telling you they were glad it was all just fake news, otherwise this weekend was going to be messy.

spencer had come home soon after that, the two of you getting a good laugh out of it, but ultimately deeming it as an internet fad that would fade over night. surely no one would believe that you showing up to some random youtube event without him meant you broke it off with each other.

you two had peacefully gone to bed, in your shared bed, in your shared apartment. but, when you both woke up and started getting ready, you realized how wrong you had been.

it blew up over night. every channel was overrun with questions about your relationship status. the r/smosh reddit thread was in absolute shambles and your instagram dm's multiplied tenfold. some by worried fans who were struggling to believe the fake news, and a handful of guys who thought they would make great replacements.

"we gotta deal with this," you huffed as your scrolled through the comments of the games video that had happened to drop that morning, every single comment about the two of you, despite your lack of appearance in the video.

spencer sighed, shaking his head. "you're apparently not allowed to go anywhere without me anymore."

"very funny, wise guy," you shot him a harsh glare, "any other witty one-liners to deal with this situation?"

"woah. baby, i know you're stressed because the timing of this little scandal isn't ideal, but c'mon," he reasoned, walking over and giving your shoulders a comforting squeeze. "it is a little funny."

you glared up at him over your shoulder. "and you were doing so well at comforting me, too."

he continued to stare at you with that quirky half-smile that you had grown to love. this softened you around the edges, your shoulders slumping a little bit as you relented. "alright, it's a tad bit funny."

"atta girl," he hummed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"but this is literally the worst timing for something like this," you sighed, chewing on your lip as you got yet another text from another cousin of yours. you held the phone up for him to see with a pout. "look at this. my cousin linda is asking if we called off the wedding. spencer, this is bad. with a capital 'b!'"

"look, i say you just go and comment a photo of your rock of an engagement ring on the original video and call it a day."

you rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. your engagement was not that big, spencer just loved to tease you about it. but then you tilted your head as the cogs in your head started turning.

"wait, i'll do you one better," you said, turning to him with a big grin. "go get your suit."

thankfully, you two took the day off to prep for the wedding weekend ahead of you because it also allotted you time to do something silly like this. you got dressed up in your reception dress, still not wanting spencer to see the wedding dress before the day of, but it honestly could pass very well as a wedding dress, with all of it's delicate lace and creamy white color. you had tucked your veil into your hair and put together a bouquet with some flowers a friend had a got you at the start of the week to celebrate. you looked every part like a bride, which you were. or would be in less than 72 hours.

spencer was stood next to you in his suit, his eyes rarely leaving you in your white dress. you had set your phone up on the counter of the kitchen in your shared apartment, briefing spencer on what he had to do for your grand tiktok retaliation video; which was stand there awkwardly. you were doing the same, a few inches of separation between you two as you awkwardly scratched your head.

once you were done with filming, you and spencer cuddled up on the couch, picking the best clips and the best punchline together before you hit post.

you had stitched the original video a few seconds in, letting it cut to the video of you and spencer, all dressed up in wedding garb, and staring at each other awkwardly. in a bold white font, overlayed the lovely video of you and your fiancé, were the words, "well, this is going to make the wedding a little awkward."

spencer, naturally, was the first to comment on the video, which you were the first (of many) to like it. he said, "as soon as the fake news of our break-up stops spreading, the wedding is on."

ultimately, the break-up had become the biggest bit at your wedding, nearly every speech mentioning it in some way. and, with your hand tucked into his, your wedding rings glinting in the warm candlelight, you couldn't help but think that there was no one else you'd want to share this bit with.

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[lacey-peony]

it’s bone dry😀😀😀😀bitter and hollow😀😀😀😀you’ll be miles away tomorrow😀😀😀😀why’d i try at all😀😀😀😀it’s bone dry😀😀😀😀bitter and hollow😀😀😀you will never know my sorrow😀😀😀😀

[lacey-peony]

heyyyy first of all i LOVE your writing its so good

second, could u write a fic where it’s like gentlemen’s werewolf (or some other game that just came to mind first :) ) and spencer’s obvi in it bc who wouldn’t cast spencer in a gentlemen video

and Reader (who’s a cast member, and they’ve been together with Spencer for a good while) has been away for a while (maybe visiting family) and they told Spencer the wrong day that they’d be back because they wanted to surprise him

so they’re playing, and maybe during a night of the last game (it would be multi-night werewolf) Reader sneaks in and swaps with someone, and they cover their face with the top hat. and then when everyone opens their eyes and someone has been killed and they’re like ”well who could it have been” they can do some dramatic reveal about themselves and surprise spence :)

im sorry this is so long but oh well :)))

₊˚⊹ᰔ did ya miss me?

summary: after being separated from your boyfriend for over a week due to circumstances outside of your control, you can't think of a better way to come back than to surprise him doing one of his favorite things; gentleman's werewolf. (spencer agnew x gn! reader) extra: 2909 word count, intentional lowercase, gn! reader, lousy game description lmao, pictures not representative of reader, hardly proofread author’s note: baby's first request lmao. but thank you so much for sending it in! i had a lot of fun doing the "worldbuilding" aspect of it all and honestly i never would have thought to write something like this all by myself, which is why i love requests. everyone is so creative !! anyways, i hope it's everything you want and more mwah mwah

it felt like cruel and unusual punishment to spencer, the fact that you weren't there with him and that the only way for him to reach you was through the phone. which is what he was doing right now, like he did every hour of the day he could. while spencer desperately wished for you to be with him, duty called. sort of.

much like trevor, you were a "joint custody" cast member — though you preferred "on loan" — as you had started over at mythical kitchen right before they purchased smosh as they were in the middle of the defy situation. naturally, you got to know you're newly purchased co-workers pretty well, occasionally doing cross-over stuff for a handful of years there before officially being declared a cast member. you still kept your old job at mythical kitchen, being one of their dutiful sous chefs when you weren't playing darts in ridiculous costumes at smosh.

right now, mythical kitchen had custody of you. they were doing some kind of cooking pr tour, popping up at various red carpets around the states and making classic snacks with creative twists while josh did some light interviewing, similar to the stuff he does on 'last meals.' currently, you were in denver, which was so close to california that it made spencer's longing for you even worse that you were just out of reach.

he was in his kitchen, alone and gloomy as can be, when his phone started ringing. he answered the facetime without looking, knowing exactly who it was. you'd been on the road for about a week now and the two of you had quickly built a schedule.

his mood instantly lightened, smiling warmly at his phone. "hey, baby."

you smiled brightly into the phone, holding it a little closer. "hiya, spence!! we're walking back from the bar to the hotel right now, but i wanted to see you."

"hi, spencer!" trevor's voice called from somewhere behind you, causing you to shift the angle up so that he could see the man in question.

"hey, trevor. how's it been going for you two?" spencer asked, propping the phone up as he handled his dinner.

"good, good. only burned, like, three things today," trevor replied with a shrug. you turned the camera back to your face, rolling your eyes playfully.

"yeah, one of which was your finger."

"eh," trevor waved dismissively, spencer catching a glimpse of his gauge-wrapped finger. "it'll heal...eventually."

"what about you, y/n? how'd that one dish turn out, the one you were worried about?" spencer asked, turning the heat on the burner down so he could give you his full, undivided attention.

"you remembered that?" you asked, clearly melting a little at the sentiment.

spencer shrugged lightly like it was a no-brainer. "of course i did."

"SIMP!!" trevor shouted so loudly spencer almost thought he heard it from his own apartment.

"proudly," spencer said, standing a little taller and playing into the theatrics a bit.

you laughed, shaking your head at the both of them. "anyways, it actually went perfectly. so i did all that stressing and whining for nothing but whatever."

"good. that's good," spencer said, still staring at the screen, seemingly unable to look away from you.

"hey, spence?"

"yeah?"

"you're burning your dinner, baby." you said, with a slight wince. "i can see the smoke."

"shit!"

he instantly spun around, and rushed around his kitchen like a mad man, trying to do damage control to the best of his abilities. but, pasta with a char to it wasn't exactly what spencer was looking forwards to for dinner. he hung his head, glancing over at his phone out of the corner of his eye.

while he was trying to salvage his dinner, you had made it back to your hotel room, sitting on the edge of your bed as you watched him with a sad smirk and a tilt in your head.

"see what happens when you're gone?" he teased, gesturing towards the, plainly, disgusting looking food. "how can i survive without my personal chef?"

you laughed, your head thrown back a little. "yeah, you're clearly wilting away."

he picked up his phone and abandoned the kitchen, flopping pitifully onto his couch that was rather cold without your presence next to him. "next time you call, i'm going to blow away with the wind because i'm so skinny."

you chuckled a little more, starting to remove your earrings — which he had bought you for your birthday a couple of years ago — and taking your hair out of the ponytail it had been in, letting it fall over your shoulders.

"what're you gonna order instead, mr. chef?" you teased. "i'd personally kill for a burger and milkshake from that burger joint down the street from your place."

"feels like you're trying to live vicariously through me," he muttered, despite already pulling up doordash and the restaurant on his phone.

you playfully gasped. "me? oh, i would never. how dare you accuse a proper lady of such a thing!"

spencer huffed out a laugh, shaking his head a little as he watched you get ready for bed, tugging on a shirt that had once upon a time been solely his. now the two of you split custody. and by that i mean you wore it and spencer only got to see it when you wore it. occasionally, he got the rights to the shirt back but only as a means to "make it smell like him" again.

"seriously, though," spencer started, sitting up a little bit as he frowned a little bit at the phone. "i miss you. i wish you were here."

you smiled sadly at the phone, grabbing it off the nightstand and holding it closer. "i know, the feelings definitely mutual. only a few more days, spence, and then i'll be back home."

he sighed, but didn't say anything more. there wasn't anything either of you could do about it, so there was no use complaining. he could see the topic was making you more sad, your frown deepening into a pout as you knew it was your job that separated two of you at the moment. spencer was quick to change the topic after that, hating to see you so upset.

he started talking about his day, which lead to him telling you about the upcoming videos for the week. you already knew you'd be missing a game of werewolf while you were gone, a fact that spencer had a sneaky suspicion you were more upset about than being separated from him for a week and a half. but, now that you knew it was a gentleman themed werewolf, your fear of missing out only amplified tenfold.

"man, i wish i could be there," you groaned against the brightly white hotel pillow. "my two favorite things; gentlemen and werewolf."

spencer laughed. "and what about me?"

"well, duh, you're a given." you gave it a pause. "but, spencer, i really love werewolf."

"if it's any consolation," he started. "i wish you could be here, too."

you smiled at him. "soon, baby, soon."

eventually, for both of your sleep schedules, you had to get off the call. as much as the idea of falling asleep together on the phone was a sweet sentiment, you two knew each other well. if there was an opportunity to keep talking, you would and then neither of you would get any sleep.

but, as soon as the phone disconnected, you shoot out of bed and quickly packed your bags, making a request for an uber to the denver airport.

you would love to say it was a spontaneous moment thing, that you were just overcome with the feeling of missing him and wanting to be with him that you jumped on the first plane to los angeles...but that would be a complete lie.

it actually took a decent amount of secret planning, private zoom calls with kiana, who would be helping direct the werewolf video since spencer would be in it. and, of course, you had to clear your absence with the mythical kitchen team, who were more than happy to let you leave a few days early. typically, you wouldn't let your relationship impact your job, but in all honesty, you really didn't love touring around in general. you liked the stability of being in one place at one time and not worrying about traveling and making it to various venues. but, unfortunately, you were a bit of a fan favorite, so you had to show face — at least a little — at these kinds of events.

the late flight was a little rough, particularly because you were straddled with a middle seat, but stepping off the plane at LAX and returning to your home rejuvenated you entirely. well, that and the red bull that you were more than happy to pay the hiked up airport prices for.

from there, everything was a rapid blur of bailey picking you up from the airport on her "lunch break" and you changing into the clothes wardrobe had sent with her for you. you were fairly certain you may have accidentally flashed someone on the 405, but you tried not to think about it too hard as you straightened out your tie and top hat.

you were fixing up your lip gloss when bailey pulled into the parking lot of the office. neither of you got out immediately. instead, she turned on the little radios the crew used and flipped to the right channel, kiana's voice crackling over the sound waves.

"—and now that we've slated, we'll start with the introduction from george in about a minute then straight into the first night. any questions from the cast?" she said.

"okay, perfect, they're on set. we'll get you into the office and then they'll signal when you'll go on," bailey explained, turning to you with an eager smile. "this is so cute, by the way. he literally has no idea."

"that's good, our evil plan is working," you joked, winking playfully as you started to gather your things. "it's all thanks to you guys anyways."

bailey waved away the compliment as the two of you went into action, sneaking into your place of employment.

you guys sat in a nearby office to the games stage, listening in to the radio. it was at this point your leg started anxiously bouncing, a part of you suddenly worried if this was the right move. sure, spencer would appreciate it and (hopefully) would be happy to see you, but you were fully infiltrating a video that was going to be on the internet forever. all because you missed your boyfriend. but you knew, anxiety aside, that it would be so worth it to see the look on his face. plus, rarely do you get to surprise him. and this would surely surprise him.

the door to the games stage creaked open and both baily and your head snapped up. kiana peeked out before waving you over, an excited smile on her face. you stood up, turning briefly to bailey, gesturing to yourself.

"how do i look?"

bailey giggled. "dapper as hell."

"perfect," you hummed as you walked over, trying to not make too much noise as you came onto the set.

thankfully, as per usual, the cast on the couch were talking loudly through the duration of the night cycle within the games mechanics. as planned, you would be taking the angela's seat, which was right on the edge. angela, obviously, was in on this whole plan. george walked over to her and tapped her shoulder and she peeled an eye open. he gestured over to where you were standing just on the edge of the set. you saw one of the camera's pivot towards you, so you waved and gave a bright smile. shayne had just let out a rather loud laugh, convently, giving angela the opportunity to shoot up from her seat, which you were quick to fill. as you passed each other, she handed off her character card smoothly before hiding behind the monitors with kiana, instantly ditching the top hat. you tried not to shift too much as you settled into your new seat.

you glanced at the chracter card and almost audibly groaned at the fact that it was werewolf. you knew they had already killed off amanda, the other werewolf, which left you on your own. you glanced over at george, who was looking at you expectantly, gesturing to the rest of the cast on the couch.

you blanked for a moment, forgetting that you actually had to play the game. you'd been hoping angela would get villager or you'd even settle for seer or something, but that just wasn't your luck.

you looked around the couch and the overwhelming amount of top hats that were in the small area, trying to remember what you had learned while listening in to the game. chanse next to you had already been killed, then it was shayne and courtney, hunter and (you suspected) seer. then it was amanda, what would have been your werewolf buddy. next to here was arasha and tommy, with spencer directly across from you.

"indecisive ahh werewolf," spencer teased in that fake-posh genetleman accent he had nearly perfected, which was a little fair as this had taken ages to execute. you rolled you eyes and blew a kiss at him that he couldn't see and wouldn't see until the final edit, saying that it made it in.

you finally turned to george and mouthed 'tommy,' to which he confirmed by holding his hand over tommy's head. you felt a little bad but nodded anyways.

"alright, werewolf, go to sleep," george finally said and you closed your eyes, finally letting your shoulders relax as the hard part was over.

the game continued, with george waking up various characters throughout the night. you kept your head down, hoping no one would really notice the swtich between her and angela, or at the very least not mention it until the big reveal.

finally, the moment came. "everyone, wake up. the sun is rising over this lovely town deep in the amazon for reasons unknown. and, unfortunately, another member of our village has been killed," george said as everyone opened their eyes.

you didn't make a big show or any sudden movements, as most everyone was looking towards george, waiting to hear who had died. you did turn to one of the cameras and wink and wave, just for the editors to use at their discretion if needed.

"tommy—" he barely got the name out before outrage broke around the couch.

"no! no! i'm too young! i had but little time to invest in the coal mines." tommy moaned, dramatically, taking his hat off and holding it dramatically over his chest.

"wait, but what kind of beastly fellow would murder our dear friend in such a way?" shayne declared. "he was to visit my loft in the evening to discuss the oil industry and shag."

seeing your opportunity, you sat a little forwards and cleared your throat.

"i mean," you started with only a slightly rust british accent. "this is not the behavior of true gentlemen. whom ever commit this crime against our tommy simply must come forth for their crimes."

"yeah, exactly what sir angela said—" courtney started before doing a double take as you smiled widely. "wait, hold on, what the—"

"y/n?" spencer asked without a trace of british in his voice, staring directly at you, his jaw a little dropped.

"in the flesh, good sir," you replied, winking. "couldn't let you go gallivanting around the amazon without myself by yourself. i'd hate to miss out on a repeat of last time."

"oh my god. how are you- how are you here?"

"nifty little thing called an aircraft. i foresee them becoming quite popular in the future," you joked before turning back to the group. "now, we simply must track down this werewolf. i think their fur will look lovely on my mantel."

with that, the game of werewolf continued on as usual, a few wild accusations being thrown your way that you very easily defended against, using the fact that you appeared halfway through the game as your defense that you couldn't possibly be the werewolf.

though, spencer had lost all interest in playing the game. every time you glanced over at him, he was already looking at you. you figured a part of him believed that he was dreaming or that you were nothing more than a figment of his imagination. another part of you believed that he was just soaking in your presences, like a week and a half without you had drained him entirely.

despite your best efforts to pin it on anyone else, you were ultimately executed, as shayne had built a rather good argument against angela's behavior prior to you stepping in and he guessed (correctly) that you had taken over her role. with a few last quick quips, you flipped your card over and revealed the werewolf card, causing chaos to erupt on the couch.

you looked across once more, meeting spencer's warm smile and gaze. really, you didn't mind losing the game one bit, as you had won in every other sense. you were back home with your person, what more could you ask for?

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₊˚⊹ᰔ stalked you on the internet...

summary: it really was just all feminine intuition, with a side of internet stalking...only a side though! (spencer agnew x f! reader) extra: 2049 word count, intentional lowercase, f! reader, heavily implied sexual content, pictures not representative of reader, hardly proofread author’s note: LOVING the new olivia album, i think 'what's wrong with me' has saved my life lmao. also sorry that this isn't a gn! reader, i just felt that with the song lyrics and suggested content, gn wouldn't work as well. it's not overly-gendered to the best of my abilities, but i did want to be transparent about it!

alexa, play 'drop dead' by olivia rodrigo !

♬⋆.˚ one night I was bored in bed // and stalked you on the internet

anyone with any sense could hardly blame you for doing some internet sleuthing about the company you had an audition with in about a week. it started as a simple google search; 'smosh ?' which quickly lead you down a pipeline of 'try not to laugh's and every kind of game under the sun played every kind of way.

you knew it was a youtube comedy company when you applied, having a faded memory of probably watching a video or two in those early days of smosh and youtube as a whole. what you didn't know was that the director of one of smosh's channels was exactly your type. handsome, in a grungy and scrungy kind of way. he seemed funny from what you had seen in a handful compilation videos, which really consolidated the stalking process.

you tumbled down into a spencer agnew rabbit hole. your google searches changed from 'smosh?' to 'smosh games director' to 'spencer agnew instagram' within a matter of minutes. in the dead of night, without any form of embarrassment that would surely flood you in the morning, you scrolled through highlighted stories and tagged posts all the way back to 2016.

by the time you turned in for the morning, just as the first of the sun's morning rays started to peek through your lace curtains and the morning birds began to sing the suns arrival, you ended up knowing more about spencer agnew than you did the smosh company as a whole.

♬⋆.˚ it's feminine intuition // 'cuz i always had a vision of us standing like this

a part of you had rationalized that there was no harm in a little of internet stalking. honestly, from what you had seen in the smosh videos you watched, you simply didn't feel funny enough to be cast with them. while snooping out spencer, you grew fond of the rest of the cast and smosh in general had quickly become part of your routine. sure, you had a long standing history at various comedy clubs in the los angeles area and ran in adjacent circles to smosh, but you wondered if you would just completely bomb the interview and be put on a blacklist with them or something.

realistically, you doubted you would ever see spencer in real life. but, a girl can dream, can't she? you'd never admit — not even on your death bed with your dying breath — how many diary entries circled around spencer, how much he invaded your mind on a daily basis, how much time you spent thinking about him, be it consciously or not.

by the time the interview rolled around, you were up to your chest with knowledge of spencer. for those brief forty minutes you were able to block out that brainrot and do what you do best; joke around, market yourself as a versatile comedy weapon and walk away with your fingers crossed.

a few days later, as promised by the casting director, your phone rang. it buzzed on your kitchen counter for less than half a second before you were gripping it in your hands and accepting the call with a slightly breathless 'hello?'. in that moment, you realized how badly you actually wanted this. and in that moment, you got what you wanted.

the process moved quickly. faster than you could register it, you were at the smosh office and meeting so many people that you knew you wouldn't know the names of for a couple of weeks despite your best efforts. except one, of course, a face that was familiar to you but not the other way around.

"hey, i'm spencer agnew, director of the games channel," he said as ian walked you up to him. his hand was outstretched and you met him half way.

"i'm y/n l/n," you said with a polite smile as you nearly let a squeal as your hand fit into his nicely. "it's so nice to finally meet you, spencer."

♬⋆.˚ i've been dropping hints all night // that i'd love it if you held my hand, goddamn

that handshake had been the start of something beautiful, despite your initial attempts. after securing the job at smosh and starting to see spencer on a daily basis, you had started to feel a little weird about the light internet stalking you had done. i mean, this is your coworker now! knowing you had "accidentally" looked in to ex-girlfriends made it a little difficult to carry a conversation over lunch.

but, spencer wasn't having it, for some reason that was beyond your explanation. it was almost like he sought you out, always sitting at your table during lunches and tailing you into the kitchen as you snagged a red bull to get through the long shoot days. he easily wheedled down your defenses, which were damn near made of straw and could be blown away by a measly sneeze, and quickly became one of your favorite people. naturally, your original feelings that had been nothing more than a internet crush had now settled into genuine romantic feelings towards the real spencer agnew, not the one on her ipad screen.

nowadays, you could heart his instagram stories without that nagging fear that he'll find it creepy. in fact, if you didn't acknowledge something he posted somewhere, he'd text you asking what you thought or playing up how offended he was that you didn't like his new instagram post or whatever. it was hard for you to ignore the irony in that.

after a draining week of filming loads of content, all it took was one weak suggestion of getting drinks after work at a local bar for it to become a whole office excursion. the large group of you filed into the bar, taking up various tables around the place. some people mingled between tables, floating from place to place to see everyone. meanwhile, you and spencer took up permanent residence at one of the tables, a little further away from the base-heavy speakers, giving you two the luxury of talking without shouting at each other.

shayne, one of the self-appointed floater, was currently sat across from you two, talking passionately about something you weren't absorbing at the moment. your mind was preoccupied, solely focused on the placement of you hands on the table.

here's what the layout was: in front of you was your half-drank cosmopolitan, the stem of which was delicately pinched between your left hand's fingers. your right hand was rested oh so naturally on the table, placed perfectly halfway between where your space at the table ended and spencer's began. he was sat at your right, diligently paying attention to shayne, which only strayed when he occasionally took a drink of his water with his right hand. meanwhile, his left hand rest mere inches away from your perfectly placed hand. even the barely noticeable amount of space between your hands was too much for you, frustrating you out of your mind at the fact that he didn't just grab the damn thing.

shayne had drifted off at some point, not that you noticed. but, that left you and spencer alone until the next person drifted over. you were just about to yank your hand away and give up on the whole idea of trying to choreograph how this night would go. you twitched your fingers, reminding yourself how to move them after keeping them so still for so long but you didn't make it far in aborting your plan because something anchored your hand back to where it was. your eyes darted over, your brain nearly struggling to compute that spencer had snuck his hand into yours, weaving his fingers between yours.

he leaned closer despite not needing to due to their distance from the speakers. spencer just wanted to be closer, frankly. "you're not very subtle, you know that, right?"

you stared back at him, tilting your head slightly. "i really wasn't going for subtle. i was going for action."

"your wish is my command," spencer teased as he leaned even closer. you rolled your eyes, trying to play it off, but you could feel your body warming up and your blood rushing around in a frenzy.

you held up your interlocked hands between the two of you, shaking it a little pointedly. "i've been waiting for you to do this all night, spence."

he shrugged, giving your hand a squeeze. "nights not over."

angela and chanse dashed up to your table, the two of them quickly devolving into a chaotic conversation as they set their second? third, maybe? drink on the coasters left behind by others. you indulged them, laughing and nodding along and adding your own quips.

all the while, under the table, your hand was nestled into spencer's and set in your lap, a playful mingling of hands that your guests at the table were none the wiser to.

♬⋆.˚ and then maybe we could make-makeout // clothes off and fall to the ground

with how big the after work party had been, it was easy for the two of you to disappear without anyone batting a second eye, let along suspect that you two left together. all that was left in your wake was a signed check, two damp coasters and an empty table.

the drive to spencer's place wasn't long but it was grueling to you, someone who has been daydreaming and spending late nights thinking about this exact moment for years and years, before you even knew the guy.

naturally, the door to his apartment had barely clicked shut before you were on each other. the kiss was urgent and a tad bit sloppy, but it was everything you wanted and more. he tasted faintly of the fries you had split at the bar and something else that purely him, a taste that was easily more intoxicating than any alcohol you'd had that night. you'd never felt so alive and, at the same time, that you might drop dead from the sheer bliss of the moment.

his hands found your waist and wandered along your lower back, exploring and memorizing the skin there. your hands wrapped around his neck, one nestled in those chocolatey curls of his while the other cupped his cheek, pulling him impossibly closer.

despite your best efforts, you both pulled apart, breathing heavy and continuing to share each others space. you might not be swapping spit at the moment, but you were definitely splitting oxygen atoms at the moment with how close you two were.

"i really like you, ya know," he breathed out, quietly, like a part of him was hoping you wouldn't hear it.

you leaned forwards and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his lips. "i definitely like you, too. more than you'll ever know."

"i think i've got a good gauge," spencer teased as one of his hands went rogue across your body, exploring parts he hadn't before. you laughed, because you knew he had no idea how deep this went for you. this was years in the making for you, weeks of internet searches that would impress top fbi agents.

instead of spilling your guts about one of your deepest secrets, you simply pulled him into a life-altering kiss, letting him stumble the two of you towards his bedroom.

♬⋆.˚ let's go steady // let's go out // and tell the whole damn world

that one night lead to breakfast together the next morning to a real date three days later to being official two weeks later. it wasn't a hard decision on either of your parts as the prior two weeks, both of you agreed, had been some of the best of your lives.

a couple of months later, you were featured on spencer's instagram — the very same one you had stalked all those years ago — as his girlfriend after the occasional soft launch. a second cup at a cafe, an extra pair of shoes at the front door, a nondescriptive arm wrapped around his, all the big ones.

it was kind of hard to believe that you were featured as "girlfriend" on the instagram of the guy you stalked all those years ago. you're intuition when it came to this kind of thing was just above and beyond i guess.

♬⋆.˚ but i think we might go really nice together // if you let me stay the night // well i think i might just have to stay forever

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everyone say thank you to olivia rodrigo for the fic that’ll drop in the next couple of days. i might even makes you guys…drop dead ;)

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₊˚⊹ᰔ got (love)sick all over my bed

summary: when a little stomach bug takes his favorite coworker out, spencer doesn't even think twice before coming to their rescue. (spencer agnew x gn! reader) extra: 1855 word count, intentional lowercase, gn! reader, pictures not representative of reader, hardly proofread author’s note: who doesn’t love a sickfic??? there is something so romantic about being at your worst and someone taking care of you like you aren’t 😭😭 i also took a handful of days away from writing bc i kinda felt i was bombarding y’all with my writing lmao

spencer had no reason for the deep, gut feeling that it was going to be a bad day. he'd woken up before his alarm, he'd had enough time to stop for breakfast before work and was still able to get into the office early as the los angeles traffic was peculiarly calm. despite all this, he still had a pit in his stomach that he couldn't quite explain. 

he was sitting at his desk, preparing for next weeks shoots and passively scrolling around online for future games they could play on the channel when ian leaned into the space of his office. spencer's eyes pulled from the screen to ian.

"hey man," spencer said, leaning back in his chair. 

"hey," ian greeted, "just thought i'd let you know i'm filling in for y/n today."

spencer frowned, sitting straight up in his seat, the pit in his stomach solidifying into a heavy weight. "oh? okay, yeah, no worries. are they okay?" 

ian's grin twitched in a way that led spencer to believe ian knew something that spencer didn't. "yeah, they've just got the flu. but you know them–" 

"they'd never call out unless it was serious," cut in spencer, finishing ian's line of thinking. he frowned at his computer before remembering that ian was still there. he looked back up at ian, who looked like he was waiting for something.

"what were they supposed to be in today? i know i'm not as pretty as them but i think i can fill in just fine," ian teased, making a motion like he was flipping long, luscious locks over his shoulder. spencer rolled his eyes but told ian his new shoot blocks for the day nonetheless.

as soon as ian scampered off with his new found schedule for the day, spencer was pulling out his phone and clicking on your number, which wasn't all that hard since you were pinned at the top of his texts. he stared at their last conversation briefly, trying to figure out what to say when his phone buzzed, a text popping up from you, like you had been summoned by his mere thoughts about you. 

y/n: hey spence! sorry, i won't be in today bc i'm kinda sorta super sick. i told ian to take over for me but i'm sooo bummed i'm missing out on 'uno no mercy' today :(

spencer couldn't help but smile fondly at the thought of this sweet person going out of their way to let him know personally that they won't be in to work today. he was texting back instantly, his thumbs flying across the screen without a second thought. 

spencer: no worries, y/n. i'll make sure we play 'uno no mercy' sometime soon so that you have a chance to show no mercy to our co-workers. feel better. let me know if you need anything. 

you hearted the message. then you were typing again, the bubbles appearing and disappearing for a bit, causing spencer's heart to race in a panic. had he overstepped some coworker boundary, offering to help her in her time of need? finally, after a couple minutes of stressful speech bubbles popping up and disappearing, you texted him back. 

y/n: you're sweet, but you've got work and your own life. unless you've got the cure to the common flu lol. but, thank you, i do appreciate the offer.

this was the first time in spencer's life he wished he actually was in a different profession, perhaps something medical so that he could help you in whatever way possible.

the day blurred boringly by spencer, as he went from meetings to sets to more meetings and then back to even more sets. for some subconscious reason he was itching to get out of the office, packing his stuff into his backpack in a bit of a rush. while he was driving home, he was weaving through evening los angeles traffic until he finally took his exit. well, it wasn't the exit to his place, but rather yours. he'd passed his own exit about fifteen minutes ago.

he might not have the cure to the common cold, but he did know a pretty good soup recipe that always made him feel better when he was sick. plus, the idea of you being sick and by yourself only made the pit in spencer's stomach feel even worse, almost like he empathetically catching your sickness.

thankfully, spencer could remember which apartment was yours, having been over a handful of times for various parties that you've hosted over the years that he's known you. as soon as he stepped onto your sun-faded welcome mat and rapped his knuckles against your door, he realized he should have texted or called before just appearing out of the blue.

just as he was starting to spiral and reach for his phone to shoot off a rapid text with little lies about "being in the area" and how it was purely "happenstance" that he ended up in front of your apartment. but, he wasn't given time before the door swung open, revealing a sight that instantly caused the nagging worried he'd been dealing with all day to ooze away.

you looked a mess, but spencer couldn't help but find it utterly endearing. one of the legs of your sweatpants was rolled up to your knee while the other one was it's normal length, an asymmetrical fashion choice that he couldn't help but think you were the only person who could kind of make it work. the light grey, baggy t-shirt had some faded graphic on it and some noticeable fever-induced sweat spots that spencer, ever the gentleman, would never point out to you. your eyes were a little bloodshot and your nose was actively running. your hair was frizzy and stuck up in random ways and it was the first time spencer realized that bedhead could be sexy.

but, he didn't have much time to ponder the question as you tilted your head, taking the tissue that had been in your hand and brushing it up against your nose as you squinted at him, like you didn't entirely believe he was right there. "spencer?"

"in the flesh, little miss flu," he hummed, hoping he didn't look as lovestruck as he felt.

"what- what are you-" you were cut off briefly by a gnarly cough that you turned away from him to get out. "spence, i'm so sick, you really shouldn't be here-"

spencer shook his head at her. "i'm not leaving you alone. plus, i've got nothing better to do today. can i come in? i've been told i make a killer cup of tea."

you stared at him for a moment, with a look that reminded spencer vaguely of the look he's seen in a million rom-coms before sniffling your nose once and stepping aside so that he could come.

"if you get sick, i'm not liable. i tried to save you."

spencer gave you a cheeky grin as he stepped into the threshold. "worth it."

the next couple hours were slower, lazy hours that spencer felt seeped into his bones like the honey he had stirred into your chamomile tea. you had migrated from your room to the living room, peering over the back of the couch and watching spencer as he moved around your kitchen like he belonged there. he'd told you about the day in the office, regaling you with some of the jokes and moments you had missed out on, which sent you into fits of laughter, which inevitably turned into fits of coughs.

eventually, he joined you in the kitchen, equip with a bowl of soup that you somehow managed to smell around the mucus build-up in your nose and tea in your favorite mug (how he knew it was your favorite was beyond your comprehension. you were starting to think he was a psychic...or maybe you had just been watching too much tv?) spencer had even managed to find a small packet of ever so slightly stale saltines in the back of your cabinets.

the two of your were silent for a little bit, the only sound being your wheezing breaths and the semi-regular sniffles. it was like a symphony of sickness and spencer had front row tickets. a small part of you was distraught that he was seeing you in such a messy manner while, simultaneously, spencer was thinking about how lovely this domestic feeling was.

"thank you, by the way," you said as you nibbled the corner of one of your saltines, your bowl and mug both empty on the coffee table. "this is, like, the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me when i've been sick."

"don't sweat it. well, don't sweat anymore about it," spencer teased, earning him a tired glare from you. "plus, you can make it up to me once i'm inevitably infected after this."

"don't tease me, i'm sick," you moaned, cuddling further into your couch cushions, which inadvertently placed you closer to spencer.

"aww, c'mon, you're no fun," he replied. "maybe what you need is a good laugh to get rid of this flu."

you squinted an eye open at him. "and that's your...professional opinion?"

"oh yeah. i was on smosh hopsital, you know."

you snorted, trying to fight off your smile. your eyes were closed, but nonetheless you could feel his gaze on you. "that was dumb."

"it made you laugh. so, not that dumb, apparently."

"i'm not exactly cognizant right now. that was the flu laughing, not me."

"sureeee," spencer hummed.

you could hear the armchair he was sitting on creak in that telltale way you knew meant that he sat forwards, followed by the feeling of his fingers brushing a few strands of hair away from where they had been resting against your clammy forehead and behind your ear. then you felt his hand rest against your forehead, checking your temperature like your mother had when you were a child. you couldn't exactly pinpoint the last time someone had treated you this gentle, had taken care of you this well.

"i think you'll live." spencer's voice was barely a whisper, but the words were only for you anyways.

"another professional opinion?" you questioned, matching his volume.

"yup." his hand pulled away from your skin, and despite sweating and running entirely hot at the moment, a part of you wanted to yank his hand back and keep the contact. "here's another one: you should be able to sleep off this flu. so, get some rest, y/n."

you really didn't have the energy or drive to disagree with him. "whatever you say, doctor agnew."

half a week later, you were in spencer's apartment as he was slumped on his couch, sweating through his clothes, a symphony of sickness the only sound as you bustled around his kitchen, stirring together a stew and mixing honey into steaming tea. you were more than happy to return the favor, taking care of him the way he deserved to be taken care of, the way he took care of you.

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me drunk af off two cutwaters +a hard cider 🤝 putting youtube on the big tv ™️

all the signs of a goooooood night

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₊˚⊹ᰔ life imitates tiktok edits

summary: your best kept secret is about to be revealed in the biggest way (spencer agnew x gn!reader) ➺ could be read as a stand alone fic but find pt. 1 here ! extra: 3124 word count, intentional lowercase, gn! reader, pictures not representative of reader, hardly proofread author’s note: here this is, due to very high demands (one singular comment from @twilightmoon-13 lmao so everyone say thank you), please enjoy this fic! there is definitely a lot of influence from other smosh/spencer agnew fics like this, but also you can only do this style of fic so many different ways. i tried to make it as original as possible i swear!! hope you guys aren’t sick of seeing me in the spencer tags yet 😭

in your defense, the two of you hadn't meant entirely to keep it a secret. you had done the due diligence of two good employees and informed hr about your relationship, but that was mostly for work ethic reasons. after that, spencer had been the one to pitch keeping it between just you (and hr) for a little while. it wasn't because he was embarrassed of you or anything, but you both knew how excitable your coworkers were. once they knew of something, without extensive editing to cut out every little joke or comment about their relationship, it wouldn't be long before the whole entire internet knew too.

so, you had both agreed to keep the relationship close to your hearts. and then three months went by, then seven months and then ten more months. it wasn't until spencer mentioned that he had made reservations for your one year anniversary that you really realized how long the two of you had been together. and how long you had been hiding it from some of your favorite people in the whole wide world.

sure, courtney and arasha still bugged you about your "crush" on spencer and sent you an endless barrage of tiktok edits about you two, but something about actually being in a relationship with him made it easier to gush about him like a overzealous schoolgirl to your friends. even spencer would mention that at lunch shayne had tried to convince him to ask you out on a date after work. mind you, he was regaling you this story from the comfort of your bed, cuddled contently into your side like he was molded to fit there just right.

it almost became a running gag for the two of you, a bit that only you two secret lovers knew about; how much could you rage bait your coworkers with a "will they, won't they" situation? there would be days where the two of you would walk into the office at the exact same time, almost like you had carpooled. or spencer would test how many times he could get away with "playfully" throwing his arm around your shoulders during conversations in hallways.

you were having your cake and eating it, too. but, there were moments where you'd watch from where you were loitering at spencer's desk as shayne pressed a quick kiss to courtney's lips before heading off to do his job of reading reddit stories. you weren't aware that your face had changed at all until you heard spencer speak up next to you.

"what's with the long face?" he questioned, his attention fully on you.

you glanced at him, forcing a small smile and shake of your head. "nothing, nothing."

he raised an eyebrow and you broke instantly, your shoulders slouching as a sigh left your lips. "i just...don't you ever wish we could do that? freely kiss each other, not having to lie about my car being in the repair shop and how you just gave me a ride out of the kindness of your heart, not having to lie anymore."

"they're fibs at best," spencer argued, earning him a pointed glare from you.

"this isn't about semantics."

"it kind of is, if you really think about it," he continued, a small smirk growing on his admittedly, handsome, face.

you sighed, pushing yourself off his desk. "never mind. forget i said anyth—"

"wait, wait, no. let's just tell them. let's tell everyone, coworkers, internet, the whole thing."

you spun back around, setting your hands on your hips and frowning at him. "you were just arguing with me about the semantics of it all and now you're all in? i'm not buying it."

he shrugged. "i put you being happy over the awkwardness i feel about people knowing about us."

"you're just saying that because i pouted," you tried again, your squint getting even more squinty. he laughed a little.

"i think for a while, at the start, i was a worried that people would have some opinions. like, that you're so far out of my league and all that stuff. sure, i've seen all the tiktok edits but i've also seen tiktok edits of me and angela so i didn't really give it much merit. but since being with you, i...i don't worry about that as much anymore."

you stilled, standing up straight and staring at him. "are you being serious? you're ready to do this?"

he nodded, once. "completely deadass."

you couldn't help but laugh a little before launching yourself into his arms with an excited squeal. your arms wrapped overtop his shoulders and your fingers intertwined with the curls that sat at the base of his neck, which your face was nuzzled into. his arms were wrapped around your waist, his palms flat and sturdy against your spine. you muttered a 'thank you' into his pulse point and placed a subtle kiss there that anyone could have dismissed as simple adjustment mid-hug.

someone cleared their throat and you and spencer separated awkwardly.

"spencer, i believe it's your job to director over at the games stage," courtney said, jutting out a hip.

spencer checked his watch. "shit. right. gotta go." he initially leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek but you coughed and ducked at the perfect time to dodge him. he than shook his head like he realized what he almost just did before scampering off to do his, ya know, job. you rolled your eyes at his back before your eyes drifted over to courtney, who was still scrutinizing you with their gaze.

"awfully friendly hug there," she grumbled and you raised a brow at her.

"what hug? i don't remember a hug. hugger? i hardly even know her. are you calling me a tree hugger? i think i can get legal representation over that and then i'll sue your ass all the way to-"

courtney threw their arms up in the air in frustrations. "you are impossible!"

you winked at her. "i've been called worse. c'mon, let's get lunch and you can explain what this word 'hug' means."

"i hate you."

"you don't."

they hung their head in defeat. "yeah, you're right, i don't."

than came the brainstorming. late at night, cuddled up, or as a topic of conversation during your anniversary dinner. you guys threw out probably hundreds of ways to reveal to the cast, crew and internet that you were — and had been for nearly a while year — dating.

spencer pitched a recreation of shayne and courtney's big reveal and you told him unless he had a ring and plans of marrying her, that would get too confusing too quickly. you had pitched something simpler, making a reddit story post about how the two of you started dating and then revealing that it was actually about the both of you. spencer veto'd that one claiming that there was an unfortunate number of years that you both spent crushing on each other without saying anything and he really didn't want the internet to know that number, quickly foreseeing it mocking him for the rest of his life.

the decision had been almost divine. after a handful days of tossing silly ideas back and forth, neither of you had settled on anything that felt just right. you'd been sitting on the countertop of spencer's kitchen, lazily watching your leftovers rotate round and round in his microwave when you heard him call your name from his room.

"what's up, hun?" you called back, looking over your shoulder at him as he walked into the room, his phone held up towards you.

"have you looked at the call sheet for next week?" he questioned.

you shook your head as the microwave started to beep at you, causing you to hop off the counter and retrieve your now steaming food from inside the microwave. "you know i don't check until the sunday scaries hit."

"well, you should take a look," he said, trading his phone for your fork, stealing a bite or two of your food. "i think i may have found the solution to our coming out problem."

"don't call it a 'coming out' problem. that's so politically incorrect for you, a cis het white male to say."

"would you like me to call it our relationship problem?" he offered around a mouthful of your food with a teasing smirk and you glared at him.

"getting colder, agnew."

"just look at the call sheet," he said, nodding back towards the phone in your hand. you glanced down, scrolling past the typical stuff. reddit stories, smosh mouth, another rendition of flip seven, blah blah blah. then you saw it. friday, you'd be filming your cast beopardy episode. after the success of courtney's video, the pit crew had started queuing up the rest of the cast who agreed to it. it had been so long ago that you sort of forgot but a whole video all about you seemed like the perfect place to reveal your relationship. plus, you were already thinking of ways that you could reveal this without even having to tell the pit crew, making it just as much as a surprise for them, too.

you looked up at spencer with a warm smile. "the timing of this is insane."

"it's meant to be," he replied, his own excitement bubble up a little as he stabbed the fork back into the food.

"you think we could break the record of most views on a pit video or- wait, hold up, that's my food, spence!"

"uhhh, you snooze, you loose?"

"you little- !"

it was painfully obvious to literally everyone in the smosh office that you were in an extremely good mood. nothing could seem to bring you down, as you were seemingly on cloud nine. you were fidgety, standing next to the beopardy board, straightening out your shirt a handful of times and wiping your clammy hands on your jeans.

"you good?" bailey asked quietly as she set the beopardy bucket on the ground in front of the board. "seem anxious."

your smile was bright and genuine in response. this time, you didn't have to fib to anyone, this year long lie nearly coming to an end. "just excited."

she nodded and gave you thumbs up before taking her position behind the monitor as director. just as room tone finished and they got ready to call action, the door to the room opened and closed as spencer made his way inside, casually taking one of the many seats that were always present behind the scenes for those who wanted to sit in and watch videos be made. you glanced at him, earning yourself a sly wink and sweet smile before you turned your attention to the camera that was trained on you, giving the intro you'd been practicing for a couple days now. you were determined to out this video in the pit hall of fame.

"welcome to cast beopardy, a somewhat new series that is essentially a friendship test to see how well my coworkers know me, your very impressive host," you started before turning and facing the other cast on this video.

"giving shyane a run for his money as beopardy host," courtney commented, despite the fact that the very man was sitting right next to her, his jaw dropped in exaggerated shock at the playful dig.

"awww, shucks. do ya really mean that, miss ma’am?" you played up being shy, tucking your hair behind your ears and looking down at your feet. "now, allow me to introduce our cast today. we've got amanda, courtney and shayne competing today. three people that i've known for a very long time and i've had countless conversations with, so this should be a breeze for you guys."

you then turned back to the board and pointed out the categories, which ranged from titles like 'did i really do that for money?' which was true or false jobs that you worked before smosh to 'rerun away with me' which was your favorite early 2010's shows. the last category, which you tried not to show too much favoritism towards but everyone could tell was your favorite was titled 'dear diary...'

"this category is diary entries that i have written over my years here at smosh and your objective is to guess who it's about, okay?" you said, turning to them as they all nodded their heads in understanding. "great- quick, pop quiz, what video game did i play over 100 hours of within the first month of release this year?!" you quickly shouted at them.

amanda was completely disoriented, her arms looking like wild noodles as they waved frantically at her sides. courtney was shouting, clearly knowing the answer but the name was alluding her in her brain.

shayne buzzed in so fast it almost looked like his brain didn't register it. "pokemon legends z-a!"

"no!" courtney shouted, "i knew it! it was right there!"

you smiled and nodded your head despite the chaos. "correct! okay, shayne, you go first."

"that literally scared," amanda heaved out, "i think that put me into fight or flight and i picked neither."

the game continued on, being a relatively close match between the three of them, though you doubted there would be time for a lightning round after you and spencer's big reveal. eventually, the board was diminished to the last question, which thankfully had been 'dear diary...' for 500. you turned to the trio.

"amanda, which one ya want?" you asked, endearingly.

she put a finger to her chin, tapping it as if it required a strenuous amount of thought. "i think i'll go with 'dear diary' for 500, if you wouldn't mind."

"just an excellent choice," you teased. as you pulled it off the board and held it in your hands, you couldn't help yourself before holding it to your chest and leaning towards them like you were sharing a secret, despite being in front of six, high definition cameras. "okay, this one is super juicy and my personal fav."

"hit me, baby," courtney taunted and your smile only grew.

"okay, here's the entry. it's from a little over a year ago, for context. anyways, here goes. 'i can't believe it. he kissed me. after walking me back to my apartment, on the front steep, just as the sun was setting. that's some cinematic shit. look, i don't typically kiss on first dates, but this wasn't a typical first date. i really hope it's my last first date.'"

you looked up from the card, pretending to be cool as a cucumber despite your racing pulse drumming in your eyes. you fought the urge to look at spencer, who was also hearing this for the first time. you'd told him the plan, but refused to share specifics.

shayne, courtney and amanda stared at you like you had grown a third head.

"and...this is about someone we know?" amanda asked. you nodded.

"more than just like a random guy you dated?" questioned courtney, but you had a feeling she knew the answer from the suspicious look in her eyes. you nodded again.

"this is about a smosh employee, yes."

"woah, woah," shayne jumped in, leaning forwards with the biggest grin. "another smosh couple?"

"perhaps," you responded. "any guesses? who have i been smooching on lately?"

shayne looked in distress, running his hands over his face and through his blonde hair. "i legit almost set you up with someone like a month ago."

"oh yeah?" you said, pretending this was breaking news to you while tilting your head. you took the opportunity to glance at spencer, who was sitting smugly. "that's just so wild, shayne."

finally, one of them buzzed in. you knew who it was without looking.

"courtney, i believe you buzzed in. who do you think i kissed on a first date from this company?"

"if i'm not right, we're not airing this video. it'll become lost media for both of your reputations," they started before leanign back and looking at you hesitantly. "y/n, please tell me this is about spencer agnew."

you paused for dramatic effect, not moving your face as to not give it away. shayne's head snapped back up, glancing rapidly between you and courtney. amanda gasped so hard she nearly choked on it, coughing in the aftermath.

you cleared your throat. "that's...five hundred points for courtney miller! yes, that diary entry is about spencer agnew, our lovely smosh games director if you don't know him. and i am very happy to report that was the last first date i've been on in over a year, though i've been on countless dates since."

there was a moment of silence but then it was like a bubble had burst in the studio. some of the crew were gasping and shouting in shock. amanda started shouting senseless words that might have connected into a complete sentence once upon a time. shayne was being shaken by courtney, who was standing and shrieking 'i knew it! i told you!' as they shook their husband, who was laughing in pure shock.

you couldn't help but smile and laugh at them.

"that's who i was going to set you up with!" shayne shouted, his voice carrying over the chaos.

"i know," you replied, turning and winking at the camera, "he told me."

there was a a bit of an interlude for everyone gathered themselves and you knew whoever edited this would put the 'some difficulties' screen in for this moment. by the time everyone had calmed down, as you suspected, there was no more time for filming so you were left to do the outro.

"anyways, guys, because of my big reveal, we genuinely don't have any time for a lightening round," you turned to your three friends who were in various states of disheveled. "um, do you guys even care to know who won?"

"does it even matter?" shayne replied. "i feel like the three of us are the ultimate losers for not catching on sooner."

"i'm getting war flashbacks to arasha's fake engagement," amanda muttered with a thousand-yard stare into one of hte cameras.

"i knew it! i knew it from the start!" courtney cried out desperately slumped onto the table like someone losing their mind.

"you didn't know anything," you said, staring straight at the camera with a wide smile. "you had no idea."

"i had whispers of an idea."

"sure, court, sureee." you teased, lightly. "so, i guess that means the real winners of this video are me and spence, yay! we'll see you guys later once these three have gone through the three stages of grief and i hope you enjoyed this video. okay, byeeee."

NEW smosh pit video: all things to do with y/n l/n

➺ how well do we know smosh cast member y/n? (spoiler alert: apparently not at all!)

@/girlypop42: WE USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THESE!!!!

@/iheartsmosh: if you had told tweleve year old me that her niche smosh ship had hard launched in a beopardy video, i would have punched you in the face.

@/hwello.kitten78: someone needs to do a wellness check on the girl who made that fifteen minute edit of spencer and y/n just being friends bc i think this is gonna kill them.

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₊˚⊹ᰔ hey! check this out!

summary: after a long work day, all you wanted was to rot away on the couch, cuddled deep under some blankets with food on its way via delivery services. instead, courtney decided this would be the perfect time to send a fifteen minute long compilation of you and your best friend (spencer agnew x gn!reader) extra: 1416 word count, intentional lowercase, gn! reader, pictures not representative of reader, barely proofread author’s note: me immediately posting again because i already had this basically finished fic sitting in my drafts and once i got the confidence to post one thing i was like 'fuck it let's post another' lmao. hope yall enjoy me spamming the tags (im kidding this is the last one for tonight frfr) (also ig this means my requests are open but i don't make any promises on if they'll be good or fulfilled in a timely manner as i do have a real job and am a college student lmao)

you felt as though you hadn’t moved from the couch in days, years. months, even. from an early 8am call time to not getting to leave the smosh office until 9pm, you felt deserving of the way you were sprawled and flopped on the couch 

you’d somehow found time to change into a comfy sweatsuit but your recollection of those events had long since drifted from your mind. you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone while some rom-com played on your tv, a buzzing background noise of laugh tracks and dramatic music that faded in and out. 

you were in the middle of tracking your food, zooming out on the map to show far away he was when you got a notification. you frowned, having put your phone on ‘do not disturbed’ hoping to avoid, you know, being disturbed. 

through your exhaustion you read the name of the contact: royal court(ney)

that caused your brows to furrow and your fingers to click on the notification. courtney wouldn’t have bothered you unless it was important, the two of you having dragged yourselves out of the office together. you were greeted by a tiktok with the standard ‘hey! check this out!’ attached to it. this was followed by courtney's own message; ‘girl if you don’t do something about this, i’m gonna riot with the fans’

you rolled your eyes but your thumb was already pressing on the video and your attention was undivided on the screen. you may have even sat up a little but you reasoned in your mind that it was simply to get comfy and nothing more. 

you also put the tiktok on full screen, just to get the full effect, of course. no other reason at all. your eyes drifted to the caption as the video started to fade in, which read: “‘they’re dating and are in love’ i scream as they drag me back to my padded cell. anyways fifteen mins of spencer and y/n being “just friends” my ass.

you couldn’t help but giggle a little at the caption before your eyes returned to the video, feeling a sense of fondness wash over you as it often did when you watched these kinds of videos. your eyes drifted over the images of you and spencer.

the first clip was a pretty popular one, so you’d seen it probably 100 times. it was you and spencer on ‘who meme’d it’ and while waiting for them to guess the next meme as shayne and angela were talking — arguing — in depth about the logistics of the meme itself, you had turned to spencer with a soft smile, pushing your shoulder up against his playfully. he returned your smile and bumped you back, both of their heads ducked like they were in their own world for a moment. they were seemingly conspiring together, huddled together with their whiteboards held up like shields against the outside world, seemingly insisting upon protecting only each other.

then the next clip popped up on screen. you were cuddled up on the big, grey games couch, a nintendo switch controllers in your hands. a knit pink blanket was draped over your lap and your legs were crossed under it. sat next to you was chance, arasha and tommy, surely doing a ‘get seventh video.’ your eyes were locked on the screen, but your blinks were long and lazy in that sleepy kind of way you had come to recognize in your life as a sign that you need either a) caffeine or b) a nap. you’d gone a little radio silent, but not in anyway that would effect the video, but you were noticeably not behaving in a very you-manner. 

after a stunning photo finish for the four of them and while tommy clicked through to start the next race, spencer’s voice came from behind the camera.

“y/n, want a sip?” he asked. your eyes drifted from the screen to behind it, your head tilting and a soft smile on your face.

“wait, yeah, that would be amazing. thanks, spence!” you had started to get up, fiddling with the blanket to find a way out when spencer spoke again.

“no, no. stay put, i got you,” he said, walking on set to hand you the red bull can that you had diligently left with your producers. you took it, grinning widely up at him and affectionately squeezing his forearm.

“aww, who’s the sweetest games channel producer,” you cooed. spencer just rolled his eyes, leaning his forearms onto the back of the couch behind you, his eyes seemingly tracing your outline. you took another big sip, sitting up a little more as tommy picked the next race and it prepared to load.

chanse threw his arms up in frustration, “but when i try to bring a drink on set, i get yelled at!”

“your favoritism is showing, spencer,” arasha commented, purely to instigate.

“wait, no! they won the right to have drinks on set fair and square in that one trivia pursuit video,” insisted spencer, scrambling to find a solid argument.

“like a year ago!” chance retorted.

“and it’s my god given right to have drinks on set! i worked my ass off in that trivia pursuit video. do you have any idea how hot it is in that bystander trench coat?” you jumped in, squinting at the others on the couch in conspiracy, like the caffeine had instantly kicked in. this caused the rest of the occupants on the couch to devolve into laughter. even spencer, who leaned his head forward onto the couch and partially onto your shoulder.

the next clip showed spencer and shayne sitting next to each other, trying to guess video games based off of screenshots. both of them looked past the screens as you joined the camera crew in watching.

“hey, y/n,” they both called, figuring it would get cut from the edit, but, of course, it wasn't.

“hiya, boys,” you mused back.

“wait, c’mere,” spencer beckoned. 

“guest appearance from our very own y/n l/n!!” shayne exaggerated as you came on screen, crouching slightly to be seen as you waved.

“that’s me!” you hummed before turning your eyes to the screen. “oh, that’s nintendogs, probably dachshund and friends,” you teased, earning yourself laughs from the room. then everyone looked a little more closely.

“wait, they might actually be right,” shayne muttered but spencer had already typed it in and pressed enter. the computer dinged and flashed brightly at them, having guessed it in one.

the room erupted and you were embraced by both boys on either side, but your smile was particularly large as you leaned your head against spencer’s instead of shanye’s. 

the next clip was another popular one from their ‘resident evil’ series. you were sitting next to spencer while he played, amanda and angela behind them in their own chairs. you were leaned up next to spencer, your head on his shoulder as your eyes followed what he was doing on the screen. some gory jump scare happened and you ducked further into spencer, shying away from the game with a yelp. instinctively spencer’s other arm wrapped around you, rubbing comfortingly at your shoulder as ethan got massacred on the screen and angela and amanda clung to each other in the background.

there were various clips of them laugh at each others jokes or sitting closer than they need to or making each other breaking during the occasional ‘try not to laugh’ videos. you couldn’t help the rush of warmth you got from the video, seeing yourself and spencer in such a fond light. 

then your phone buzzed again, once more from courtney: i know you’re watching it, y/n. seriously, you two need to make out BAD. 

you rolled your eyes and texted back: in your dreams, court, only in your dreams.

your phone dinged instantly: y/n, i'm serious! you guys are so in love. i'm pleading with you to end my suffering and make a move.

you elected to ignore the text, just as 'do not disturb' intended. your phone buzzed faintly a few more times, all from courtney and all various ways of them pleading with you to start dating spencer as soon as possible.

then the front door to your apartment creaked open and the buzzing of your phone faded from your mind.

“hey, baby. sorry that took so long, i know you were already tired before i left but the traffic was insane.” 

you looked up from your phone and over the back of the couch with that same fond look you had while watching the compilation.

“no worries, spencer. i just missed you, is all.” 

he laughed, leaning over the couch and pressing a kiss to your forehead while also presenting you with the take-out chinese food. you sat up on the couch instantly, quickly rifling through the plastic bag, pulling out the various styrofoam boxes that had been stacked inside and setting them on the coffee table.

"what's this?" spencer asked, leaning over and staring at the arm of the couch. you hummed, looking over at where he was looking. your phone had been abandoned on the arm of the coach in favor of the food, faintly still playing the tiktok that courtney had sent you.

you smiled softly at him and shrugged. "just some compilation tiktok court sent me."

"we were sort of oblivious, huh?" he teased, settling into the cushions next to her. you snorted, handing him his food and draping part of your blanket over his knees, but he ultimately scootched closer just to be close.

"not as oblivious as our friends," you teased, "courtney thinks we'd make a cute couple and that i should — and i quote — 'make a move.'"

"well, they're not wrong," spencer said, winking over at her as he dug into his food.

you smiled at him. "yeah. yeah, they're not wrong at all."

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