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[norizzpastri]

welcome to my blog!

my name is nina and i love love love lando norris, charles leclerc and jude bellingham 🧡❤️💙

here i will write fanfic (primarily smau) for f1 drivers, some footballers and possibly more

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[bbcf1sundays]

A reminder that F1 isn’t one a fun “spring break!”

Races are cancelled because of a very real conflict affecting millions of people. Have some sympathy, and watch the plenty of other series on in April.

[nunomoto]

my little heart 🥹❤️

[beachwritesf1]

wdymmmmm Lando got a special medal that isn’t even given out every year and the last time it was was 8 years ago

[beachwritesf1]

He’s so special 🥲🫶🏻

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[jailuncle]

Heyy! I love you writing I was wondering if I could request a Finn Wolfhard x reader fic where reader is a famous actress and gets a dating rumor with someone else and Finn gets all jealous hehe tysm!

Hot when you’re mad

Pairing: Finn wolfhard x fem!reader

Summary: you’ve been getting shipped with Caleb an you just love messing with your boyfriend Finn to get him mad

tags: @babyt0matoes

a/n: tyyy for your requestt

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“Caleb?” Finn scoffed, phone dangling loosely in his hand. “They’re shipping you with Caleb?”

You shrugged amused “Caleb is very attractive”

Finn stopped pacing. “Y/N!”

You grinned, scrolling through your phone. “C’mon, Finn, the internet would literally ship me with my own reflection if—”

You paused, eyes widening slightly. “Oh wow… when did Caleb get ripped?”

“Y/N!” he called again, snatching the phone straight out of your hands.

You laughed, hands raised in surrender. “I’m just kidding!”

He glared at you, but there was no real heat in it—just flustered disbelief. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

You nodded without hesitation.

“Watching you get all jealous? Yes. Yes, I am.”

“I’m not—” he started, pointing at you, then stopped and scoffed. “Oh, screw you!”

You laughed again, pushing yourself up off the couch. Walking over to him, you tilted your head, clearly pleased with yourself.

“We’re having dinner with everyone tonight,” you said, getting close—too close—your faces barely inches apart. “So stop your whining and let’s get ready.”

You pecked his lips quickly and take your phone from him at the same time before he could react.

“Already?” he asked, blinking. “We have like three hours.”

“Gotta make sure I look good for my boyfriend,” you said casually, turning away.

“I always think you look good,” he replied immediately, softer now. “You know that.”

You paused, then pulled a face over your shoulder. “I meant Caleb,” you joked, walking toward your shared bedroom.

“I hate you!” Finn yelled after you, dramatic and scandalized.

You laughed from down the hall. “You love me!”

Ever since you started acting, the internet had been shipping you with other actors all over the world—men, women, people you’d only interacted with once, sometimes not even that. A smile in an interview, standing too close on a red carpet, a shared laugh caught on camera, and suddenly there were edits, theories, and hashtags. You were used to it.

It was background noise at this point. They’d never gone this close to home though. Caleb—you almost laughed again at the thought. You and Caleb were just friends. Siblings, basically. Finn knew that. Deep down, he knew that.

That didn’t stop you from messing with your boyfriend all night.

It started the moment you arrived.

Your face lit up when you spotted Caleb across the room and you didn’t even hesitate, practically launching yourself at him. Your arms flung over his shoulders, his laugh loud and familiar as he caught you easily. He hugged you back the same way he always did, warm, easy, completely platonic. Then you sat down Finn’s grip firm on your tigh. Millie grinned “oh you’re messing with him” she whispered. You smiled innocently and simply shrugged

Then there was Gaten—who, apparently, had chosen chaos.

“It’s kind of funny,” he said mid-conversation, way too casually,

“because me and Noah thought you and Caleb were gonna get together too back in our season two days.”

You laughed immediately, a light, easy sound. Finn’s grip on your thigh tightened noticeably. You felt it instantly, the pressure, the heat of his hand through the fabric possessive without being aggressive. A silent reaction.

He was staring straight ahead now, jaw clenched, nodding like he was totally fine. “Oh my god” Millie laughed “Finn” she said “breathe” Finn shot her a glare “I am”

Sadie chuckled from across the table. “Barely. Let’s maybe stop before Finn gets a heart attack.”

Finn scoffed, finally turning toward them. “I don’t care,” he said, lifting his chin a little. “I’m very comfortable and sure of the fact that my girlfriend loves me. And only me.”

Caleb chuckles “we know Finn, y/n stop messing with the poor guy” you grin throwing your hands up in defence “I’m not doing anything” you say

“except—“ you turn to Finn “Is something making you uncomfortable baby? Because i wouldn’t want that of course”

Finn bit his lip as you stared into his eyes daringly “course not”

That’s fine, you’d get him to admit it

Gaten raised his hand “Hi, yes. I am personally, very uncomfortable. And if this is like fore play I beg you two to stop”

Millie laughed so hard she nearly spilled her drink. “Oh my god.”

Then thirdly there was Finn’s passive aggression towards Caleb all night

when Caleb offered you a bite of his dessert—something you’d both been raving about since the last time you had it together—Finn’s fork clinked a little too hard against his plate.

“Didn’t realize we were all sharing,” he said, already cutting into his own slice and pushing it toward you. “Here. You can have mine. It’s not like I wanted it or anything.”

Every time you so much as smiled at Caleb, Finn found a new way to insert himself—refilling your glass before Caleb could offer, correcting a detail in one of your shared stories, casually dropping in “my girlfriend” like it was punctuation.

When Sadie brought up a behind-the-scenes moment from season three—something chaotic involving you, Caleb, and a broken golf cart. You were laughing, animated, reliving it with Caleb like it had happened yesterday.

Finn leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, voice flat. “Wow. So many memories. You two should write a memoir.”

By the end of the night, Finn’s arm was still looped tightly around your waist—like he was afraid you might float off if he let go. He didn’t even release you when you leaned in to hug Sadie and Millie goodbye, just shifted slightly to make room, his grip never loosening.

The car ride home was quiet. Not tense, exactly. Just… simmering.

Five minutes passed. Streetlights flickered across the windshield. You watched his profile, the way his jaw clenched and unclenched, the way his fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel.

You broke the silence first.

“Just admit it.”

Finn scoffed, eyes still on the road. “Admit what?”

You turned toward him, unimpressed. “That you’re jealous.”

He let out a dry laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Jealous? Of what?”

You scoffed “Jesus Finn don’t be a baby” Finn’s eyes widened “sorry?” He asked angrily “you heard me” you told him arms crossing over your chest “well if I’m a a baby then you’re a brat” you scoffed “sorry?” You echoed him

“you think i’m a moron y/n? you think i didn’t notice you trying to rile me up all evening? Do you like it when we fight? Do you like it when I’m mad at you?”

The answer was yes. Absolutely, you think he looks incredibly hot when he’s mad. It made your skin prickle. It made your stomach flip.

Finn’s eyes widened when it took you so long to speak “do you?”

You scoffed “what? No of course not I hate it when we fight”

his mouth dropped “liar!” he snapped, voice sharp with disbelief. “You hesitated, y/n.”

You scoffed again, but your arms tightened across your chest, betraying you. “I didn’t hesitate.”

“You absolutely did,” he said, leaning in like he was trying to read your mind. “You paused like you were debating whether to lie to my face.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me again y/n” he looked to you

“look at the road Finn or you’ll kill us both”

He laughed, bitter and breathless. “That’s not a no.”

You scoff once more “fine, maybe I don’t hate it”

Finn blinked. “Unbelievable.”

You smirked. “You’re hot when you’re mad. Sue me.”

Finn blinked “don’t hold this above my head” you tell him, he laughs “i absolutely will”

[fandomlit]

mistletoe meeting (spencer agnew x reader)

summary a sprig of mistletoe is found at the entrance of the smoffice..

a/n merry christmas!!!! here’s a holly jolly gift to you all to make up for my lack of posting <3

gif cred belongs to @kevinthemoth

“this is an hr visit waiting to happen,” spencer spoke to himself, staring up at the mistletoe dangling in the office entryway.

shayne laughed from behind him. “well, let them know courtney can take the blame. they evaluated the whole office and determined this was the best place to put it.” spencer chuckled.

“i’m glad someone’s taking mistletoe logistics seriously.”

“aw, mistletoe!” amanda gushed as she brushed past the guys. the ugly christmas sweater she was sporting for her long shoot day was truly a sight to behold. but she just looked up wistfully at the plant, hands gripped around her travel mug. “someone get angela over here. i wanna make a memory.” the guys laughed out again.

“what are we talking about?” angela peeked around the corner, brow furrowed seriously.

“where is everyone coming from?” shayne wheezed out, face turning pink from his constant stream of laughter.

“oh my god, he’s gonna pass out,” tommy spoke, face straight as he approached the group. “and the day hasn’t even begun!”

“this is awesome,” amanda grinned. “i can’t wait to see who comes around the corner next.” angela chuckled and began to speak when someone else barreled around the corner.

“oh, is the mistletoe working its charm?” courtney beamed. they stopped and tilted their head at the group. “well, you’re not all supposed to just stand under it! you’re supposed to smooch.”

“i think it’s doing a better job at attracting people than it is at attracting people to one another,” tommy hummed. they all chucked their agreements.

“who’s ready to start the day!” ian practically sang as he approached the loitering group. “c’mon gang, let’s move in!”

“gang?” angela muttered as she finally walked through the doorway. courtney and shayne followed, shayne placing a peck on his smiling wife’s cheek. amanda and tommy followed with obnoxious kissing noises, and ian tailed them in. spencer just smiled.

he looked up at the mistletoe one last time, letting a hopeful feeling stir in his heart before he stepped into his workspace for the day.

“good morning, spence.” he couldn’t help the genuine grin that split his face as you rounded the corner, shining bright in your red and green outfit.

“hey, y/n,” he smiled. “ready for the day?”

“always,” you hummed in reply, and his heart melted at the warmth in your smile. he watched your eyes trail to the doorway. “aw, is that mistletoe?”

his heart jumped. “yeah. it’s been quite the topic of conversation this morning.”

you nodded, humming thoughtfully for a moment. “seems like an hr visit waiting to happen.” he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“i said the same thing.”

you turned your warm gaze to him with a giggle. “great minds think alike.” he just nodded, unable to help the sweet smile on his face. you smiled at him for another moment before sighing, “alright. let’s get this day started.” but you hesitated a moment before stepping into the doorway.

instead of dropping your foot in a forward step, you turned fully to spencer and laid a gentle hand on his cheek. before he could even begin to think that his dreams were coming true, your lips pressed to his in a kiss that held far more emotion than he was ready for at eight in the morning. his hand came to rest on the back on your head for just a moment before you pulled away from him.

his mouth was agape and he knew his face had to be flushed from the fiery feeling that was coursing through his body. but you just smiled at him with your own flush on your cheeks.

your hand slid from his cheek to his chest, which you patted softly. could you feel his heart trying to jump out? “i’ll see you at hr later,” you spoke simply, offering him one last dazzling smile before you continued on into the office.

spencer just slumped against the wall, watching you walk away as his heart slammed against his ribs. he could’ve sworn his lips were numb, that you had taken all the warmth from them the second you broke that magic kiss.

“woah.” his head snapped to see chanse standing a few feet away with wide eyes. “don’t expect me to follow that up, buddy.”

[thesixthimmortal]

That bit city outfit stays ON during sex

[merrybloomwrites]

No Pain, No Gain

Summary: You and your costars aren't exactly looking forward to a challenge video all about pain. But when you have the added element of being on your period, your boyfriend Ian becomes extra concerned for you.

Word Count: 1.9K

CW: periods, pain, talk about children/childbirth

AN: I just really love this video! Seriously if you haven't watched this Challenge Pit video, do yourself a favor and click here!

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“Are you sure you're still up for this video today?” 

Sighing, you look at Ian as he asks you once again if you want to drop out of filming this challenge pit video. It’s sweet seeing your boyfriend concerned about your wellbeing, but at the same time, you know your limits. You know that you’ll have no problem making it through this shoot.

He’d been on the fence about you participating in this one since the cast sheet came out. He knows it’s all silly, but he doesn’t want to see you get rubber bands snapped on your leg, or get hit with a loaf of bread. 

And then there’s the period cramp simulator. Likely to be bad enough for everyone involved, but since no one else in this video has a uterus, you’re going to be the only person going through that while actually on your period.

It had started the night before, and as soon as you mentioned that to Ian he offered to find someone else to switch with you. And now twelve hours later you’re still reassuring him that you’ll be fine.

“You’re just scared because you’re all going to look like wimps next to me,” you say.

“Oh, one hundred percent, absolutely,” Ian replies. “But you promise you’re good?”

“I’m good. I promise,” you answer seriously. “Thank you for worrying about me, but I will be okay,” you add before leaning in for a quick kiss. His hand goes to your waist and he pulls you in, deepening the kiss for just a moment before pulling away. 

“Get a room,” you hear, and you’re startled by Spencer who seems to have materialized from thin air. You know he’s joking, but he’s also right. Since you and Ian had started dating two years ago there was always a rule about PDA at work. The rule being, please try not to do that. But you’re only human, and sometimes you just can’t help it. You need to kiss your boyfriend.

“You guys coming? Time for the shoot,” Spencer says.

“Yup, we’re coming,” you reply, and the three of you head over to the correct stage.

“Think you two can behave for the video?” Spencer asks. 

“Do we have to?” Ian says in a fake whiny voice. “I mean, the fans already know, it’s not a secret that we’re together. Why not give ‘em a little action?”

“Ew,” you say with a laugh. “We absolutely will not be ‘giving them a little action’. I’m honestly scared to know what that would mean.”

“Yea, you’re probably right to worry. Spencer, I promise we’ll be on our best behavior.”

By this point you’ve reached the set and have joined Noah and Shayne who are already waiting there. All five of you get mic'd up and go through the rundown once more before you start filming. 

The first challenge begins, all five of you putting rubber bands around your calf and a rubber chicken whistle in your mouth. Not for the first time you take a moment to acknowledge the ridiculousness of your job. 

And then Spencer snaps the band on your leg and you take a deep breath through your nose to ensure you don’t let out any sounds of pain. After a moment you’re marked safe from this first round. 

Shayne is the first one out, followed by Noah, and then Spencer. This leaves you and Ian as the last two. Up until this point, Ian hasn’t been the person to snap the band on your leg.

He bends down to pull it and you brace yourself for what’s to come. But then he stands back up and says, “This feels wrong.”

“Oh my gosh, Ian. It’s fine!” you say.

“I don’t want to hurt you!”

“Well I already did it to you so now you’re gonna make me look bad,” you add with a laugh. It’s rare that Ian shows a softer side so you know the fans will enjoy seeing him in this way. 

“Alright, alright.” Ian leans down and you place the chicken whistle back in your mouth. Part of you thinks that because he’s so hesitant, he’ll go easy on you. But that isn’t the case. 

The second the band snaps on your leg you let out a pained breath, and a loud chicken noise fills the room.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Ian immediately says. You start laughing, the moment of pain having quickly passed and now you’re just bummed that you lost the challenge. Seeing that you’re truly fine, Ian celebrates his victory before you all move on to the next challenge.

Once everyone is ready, Shayne intros the next bit, where you’ll all be wearing a period cramp simulator and trying to go about normal daily activities. You’re curious to see if it will actually feel like cramps, and what the boys’ reactions will be.

Spencer goes first, and you joke along with the rest as he stiffly goes through the tasks. After him is Shayne, who really does not handle the experience very well. Third is Ian, the person you’re most excited to see. You burst into laughter when he starts dancing around like he’s being tickled. He does well though, completing the tasks faster than the others. 

That’s when you know you need to one up him. There’s no way he’s allowed to beat you at this challenge. When Noah goes and turns up the intensity a bit you know what you have to do.

It’s finally your turn, and you look to the camera before even switching the machine on and say, “I’m very curious to see if this actually feels like cramps. And I am an excellent judge of that because, TMI, I am currently on my period. So you’re all lucky I’m putting myself through this during the brief window where painkillers are working.” You then turn it on and slowly amp it up to the max while making quips to the camera. 

“Okay, it definitely feels uncomfortable, though not exactly like cramps. A good comparison though. Like, it’ll totally affect me the way cramps do.”

You wince before laughing it off, not noticing the worried look Ian gives you. Throughout the entire time you’re doing the challenge, Ian watches you anxiously for any signs of pain. 

But now you’re determined not to show any. You go through the tasks perfectly, and in the end you’re given the point. Ian may have finished a little faster, but you’d done everything with double the intensity so the guys decide you deserve the win. 

There’s another short break to set up for the last challenge, and Ian once again asks if you’re alright. You reassure him that it’s no big deal, you’re still feeling fine, and that you’re totally going to win the final challenge and he’s going down. A little healthy competition is a key part of your relationship.

Unfortunately, you do not win. This last task is to fill your mouths with water and hit each other with baguettes. If you spit the water out, you lose. 

Everyone gets a couple good whacks in before you break, laughing at the absurdity and quickly losing the game. To your playful chagrin, Ian wins again and therefore, is the champion of this video. Kiana yells cut and you grudgingly congratulate him, pouting just enough to keep him from boasting too much. 

He has another video to shoot next while you head back to your desk to get some work done. After about an hour, the pain medicine from earlier wears off, yet it’s too soon to take any more. Your cramps feel more intense than usual, and you wonder if maybe the simulator had messed with you, either physically or mentally and caused you to feel worse. 

You’re trying to act normal and breathe through the pain, but it’s not working. You don’t want your coworkers to see you in such a state so you grab your laptop and head to Ian’s office. It’s not often that you hide out in here, but every now and then you do use your perks that come with dating the boss. 

He has a nice couch, but you can’t sit still. Nothing is comfortable. Ian finds you kneeling on the couch, essentially in an upright fetal position, and immediately knows what’s going on. 

“What can I do?” is the first thing he asks. Before you can answer he sits behind you and starts rubbing your back, paying more attention to your lower back near your hips. The exact spot where you’re in the most pain. 

Instantly you start to feel better. “Thank you. This is perfect,” you say. 

“I have a new appreciation for what you all go through. That shit sucked,” he states, causing you to laugh. “At least I could turn it off. But just having to live your life when you’re in pain on a regular basis like this must be terrible.”

“Yea, it’s pretty shitty,” you agree. “But it has its perks.”

“Seriously? Like what?”

“Well, like this,” you answer and lean further into his touch. His hands wrap around you and he starts massaging your thighs, another reminder of how attentive he is that he always remembers where your pain radiates to and bothers you the most. 

“I just hate seeing you in pain,” he says.

“I know. But think of this like practice. When we have kids someday you’re gonna see me in quite a bit more pain.” This isn’t the first time the two of you have talked about having kids. Ian had surprised you when he brought it up the first time, but now you can’t stop thinking about it. 

“I will do my very best not to be one of those dads that passes out while you’re in labor,” Ian says, making you laugh again.

“I have full faith in you. Maybe I should keep one of those chicken things and use that while I push. Confuse the shit out of everyone else nearby.” 

“Okay well now we should have a baby just to be able to do that,” Ian says.

“I mean, what other reason could we possibly need?”

“When are you fertile again?”

“Oh my god, Ian! You cannot ask that,” you say, now laughing so hard you’re nearly about to cry. 

“Bet you feel better now though,” he quips. And he’s right. He’s distracted you from the cramps, giving you a few pain free minutes. 

He continues to take care of you, getting you more pain relievers when it’s time and even finding a heating pad from somewhere in the office. Later in the afternoon he manages to track down some of your favorite chocolate, and at home that night he draws you a warm bubble bath. 

When you both get into bed, you ask him to lay on top of you, the deep pressure always making you feel better. It’s something he had questioned when you first got together, since he didn’t want to squish you. But now he does it every time you ask.

You fall asleep comforted by the feeling of Ian surrounding you, content with the knowledge that he’s always there to care for you when you need it most.

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AN: Thanks for reading! If you have any Ian requests please let me know!

[thrillered]

Spencer at a " Y/N L/N is dead | The funeral roast" pretty please🫶

(Bonus points if after roasting reader he gets all sentimental and reiterates that he CANNOT live without them or he'll just die on the spot)

"Y/N is dead. | The funeral roast" | Spencer Agnew x Reader

this was so fun to write! I hope you enjoy it!

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You were sitting in the blue velvet coffin, a bouquet of fake black roses in your hands and tears in your eyes. You were in the middle of shooting your funeral, surrounded by your friends and coworkers as they roasted the hell out of you. Right now Shayne was playing the CEO of converse, crying over who was going to keep them in business now that you were gone. You looked down at your pair of custom smosh platform converse you were wearing that Ian had bought you for your 3 year ‘smoshiversary’. 

Shayne finished his bit, earning claps from throughout the room. You peaked one eye open, looking to see who was going next. Tommy was stepping up to the podium, his signature lace funeral hat on. 

“Friends, coworkers… those who somehow managed to deal with Y/N, I am here to read the final will of Y/N L/N.” He began, pulling a piece of paper out of his long black leather jacket; a dig at your favorite coat you thrifted. “She left a lot of things for those she loved, I will not be reading those today.” 

You laughed, peeking at the offended looks on everyone's faces. 

“Courtney, Y/N leaves you her sense of humor. There wasn’t much of it but it was stolen from you to begin with.” Courtney gasped while Shayne let out a pfft. He turned his attention to Shayne, “Shayne, everyone knew of the “fake” beef the two of you played up on camera… so to you she left her 17 pairs of platform converse, this way you don’t have to look up to her… maybe now you'll see eye to eye.” 

You pulled a hand over your mouth, attempting to muffle the loud cackle that was escaping you. “Well damn.” Shayne sputtered. 

“To Angela Y/N leaves her entire Le Creuset cookware set. Everyone knew you were jealous of it.” 

“Okay that’s not fair, it’s literally all light blue, it's gorgeous!” Angela exclaimed.

“And finally Y/N leaves Spencer her heart… and yet he’ll still probably ask if she actually loves him.” 

“That's crazy…” You huffed, through fits of laughter. The entire crew clapping and ‘ohhh’ing at Spencer. 

Tommy left the podium, grabbing your knees as he walked by the coffin, knowing you hated it. “I gotcha!” He sneered, making you yelp.

The only person left to speak was Spencer. He was in a full suit and tie, dressed for an actual funeral. He looked really good, you just wanted to stare at him. He approached the podium, a large binder in his hands. 

“In honor of Y/N’s memory I would like to start by going through some of my favorite memories with her in this photo album.” Spencer declared, opening to a middle page of the album. “This is when Y/N and I met.” He turned the binder around, showing a picture from your first day at Smosh. 

Awe’s could be heard around the room. You scrunched your brows, not trusting Spencer to only be nice. “Then I got to know her…” He hesitated, pulling an awkward and tight grin across his face. “Then she passed. That’s my favorite” He showed a picture of you sitting in the coffin, clearly taken today.

“What the fuck?” you asked, “How did you print that so quickly?” 

“The dead don’t talk.” Erin reminded from the seats, earning a middle finger from you. 

“Anyway, time for the eulogy.” Spencer continued, tossing the album away from him, a loud clap echoing in the room as the binder hit the ground. “The world went quiet when Y/N died… mostly because she couldn’t cackle like a banshee anymore… frankly? Pretty peaceful.” 

“Oh my god.” Amanda laughed, covering her face.

“I think we can all agree that Y/N was an integral part of this company and an integral part of this cast.” Everyone nodded, Angela pretending to wipe away tears. “I mean.. Who else is gonna be worse Courtney? Or shorter Amanda? Or Taller Angela? Or less clever Arasha? Or Shayne if he was a lady barista who wanted to be a skater?” 

“Jesus Christ man.” Shayne said, shaking his head in confusion.

“He’s not wrong.” Courtney agreed, putting a hand on Shayne’s shoulder.

“But things will never be the same without her. I am reminded of her constantly… mostly because her hair is everywhere. I don’t know how she still has hair, she literally sheds like a husky; whines like one too.” 

You were shaking your head, holding in a laugh, not wanting to give Spencer the win of your laughter. 

“But seriously, I love you Y/N. I don’t know what I would do without you, I think I would actually die. Please don’t make me sleep on the couch tonight.” Spencer admitted, making eye contact with you, a smile on his face. “You mean the world to me.” 

Spencer sat down. You waited a dramatic few seconds before sucking in a large breath of air, pretending to wake from the dead. “How long was I out for?” you asked, making everyone laugh. “That was some… nice?... things you guys said about me, thanks guys.” 

“Luckily I just came from hell so I can handle the heat… I wonder if you guys will do the same,” you smirked, pulling a folded piece of paper out of your bra, unfolding it and reading it aloud, “Call me sometime, satan? Oops, wrong paper!” You joked, tucking the paper away. 

“Man what the hell?” Spencer asked.

“Well that's where she was apparently.” Shayne reminded, making himself laugh. 

“Okay this is the right one,” You began, unfolding a larger paper. “Tommy… ur gay. Courtney… ur gay. Shayne….” You stopped, staring at him for a moment before simply moving on. “Angela… me and your mom genuinely text, and I want you to think about that.” 

“That’s actually devastating.” Shayne cackled.

“Amanda… we need to hang out more.” You insisted. “But maybe just at my house, I’m tired of having to climb a beanstalk to come see you” You joked, turning Amanda's sly grin into a face of shock. “Erin… Erin Erin Erin….I lied when I said I lost that blue shirt I borrowed… I still have it and wear it regularly.” You admitted. “And you’re not getting it back.” 

“You bitch!” Erin gasped, disgust crossing her features as you blew her a kiss. 

“Last.. and least!” You emphasized, “Spencer.. My best friend, my boyfriend, and my other half… if I’m gone you’re a glass half empty. If you’re gone, I’m a glass half full.” You informed. “That’s all to say: You’re Y/N L/N’s boyfriend, and that’s your most impressive accomplishment.”

Everyone laughed, teasing Spencer with an eruption of ‘ooh’s and agreements. 

“Seriously though, I love you all so much. Honestly the specificity of each roast made me really happy, you guys really know me and that means a lot to me.” You smiled, looking around the room to each and every one of your closest friends. “And a special thank you to Spencer for loving me, even through all the quirks and flaws that were mentioned here, I love you.” You finished, suddenly pretending to have a hard time breathing before collapsing into dead weight. Then quickly waking back up, “You’re still sleeping on the couch though.” You noted, staying ‘dead’ this time.

[love-quinn]

— CALL TIME

summary — a games shoot with your boyfriend mid-fight isn’t something that’s particularly appealing. but, in an effort to keep up appearances, you inadvertently find out the reason you’re fighting.

warnings — none

pairing — spencer agnew x fem!reader

pronouns — none (you/yours), reader is referred to explicitly as spencer’s girlfriend

featuring — spencer agnew, shayne topp, angela giarratana, courtney miller, alex tran, kortney luby (mentioned)

word count — 3.4k

note — honestly still trying to figure out what i’m doing here, but i guess i write for smosh now?? i hope you enjoy anyway <33

Shoot weeks were always stressful. They resulted in 12 hour days, sometimes you had multiple shoots back to back and you didn’t get a break. A lot of the time, you’d scarf down Uber Eats at your desk while looking over two different scripts, four emails and the shoot schedule and realising that you’re probably not going to get a whole lot of sleep that night.

Your boyfriend was in the same boat, though. Not only was he often on camera, he was also directing all of the smosh games productions. A lot of the time while you were devouring a subway over your desk, Spencer was right there beside you, the two of you chatting idly about whether or not either of you thought that you would have the time or the energy to see each other outside of work that week.

The two of you had been dating privately for a little over a year, everyone at the office knew but you hadn’t announced anything publicly yet. Neither of you had any interest in it, to be perfectly honest. Your audience knew the two of you were close, you’d occasionally post photos of the two of you out at dinner together or at the movies or something, plus you’d run into fans quite a few times. But also, Spencer hung out in public more with Alex than he did with you, so people didn’t tend to take it to a romantic place.

During lunch on the Thursday of a shoot week would usually involve the two of you sitting tiredly in the open office area, your head on his shoulder while he showed you a video of something. You relished any opportunity to spend time together during shoot weeks, because you both really would just leave work, pass out and then go back to work.

This particular Thursday, though, you were alone at your table. Not alone, Shayne and Angela were there, the three of you engaged in random chatter. People filed in and out, working crew trying to eat quickly so they could get back to their spot on set and prepare for the next shoot, crew that wasn’t working sets that day still having a lot to get done behind the scenes. A few people had come and left your table but none of them touched the seat beside yours, knowing that Spencer would inevitably arrive and want to sit beside you.

He wasn’t coming, though, and you knew that.

You and Spencer both really valued communication, and you were normally really good at it. But with how exhausted you both were, neither of you had the energy to have an argument lately. You’d gone two full days without speaking unless completely necessary. Your last text from him had been from the morning earlier; We need two, not one. It had been about batteries, you’d been sent on a run to the supply closet for an extra one.

You hadn’t even been aware of how it started. One night he’d been kissing your temple in the parking lot, preparing to go back to his apartment while you went back to yours and the next morning you barely spoke.

You couldn’t even corner him about it at work. You’d tried to approach him in the kitchen, assuming he’d just been too busy to text you or stop by your desk like he usually did in the mornings. “You okay?” You’d asked him gently, hand on his arm gently.

He’d given you a pinched smile, “Yeah, babe.” He turned back to the fridge, shutting it stiffly. “I gotta go, call time’s in ten and I need to talk to Alex about the Games video we shot last night.”

You’d stood there in the office kitchen as he walked away. He didn’t approach you the rest of the day, but you had been on the same set for a few hours.

No text that night, no kiss in the parking lot as you parted ways, not even a dumb tweet he thought you’d like. Hell, he hadn’t even messaged you on Slack.

Shayne watched you eat with his eyebrows raised. “You okay? You’ve been quiet all morning.”

You looked up to see both Shayne and Angela looking at you. You hadn’t even realised the conversation had dropped off. “Oh, uh.” You shook your head, more at yourself than at them. “Yeah, it’s fine. Just one of those weeks, y’know.”

“It’s almost over,” Angela rubbed your arm sympathetically. “Just today and tomorrow and then it’s the weekend. Do you have much on this afternoon?”

You had to pull out your phone to check your schedule. You had two more shoots for the day but they were spread out so you were still gonna be at work for quite a while. Maybe you could take a nap in the green room between shows. “Yeah, I’m doing You Posted That? and then we’re playing whatever game or something tonight.” You rubbed your eyes.

“Hey, tomorrow you only have TNTL and then reddit,” Shayne said encouragingly. “Early afternoon. Go home and get some rest, you look rough, dude.” It was all said with love, so you just grimaced up at him.

“Okay, can I tell you guys something in confidence?”

Both of them immediately nodded, abandoning their forks.

“I think Spencer’s avoiding me,” you admitted softly.

Shayne and Angela were probably two of your closest working friends. The three of you often sat in the back of groups and giggled together like you were ten. When you’d first started working at Smosh, you’d been somewhat awkward around your castmates when you weren’t filming. You guys made each other laugh but you weren’t sure whether or not they actually liked you or if they just laughed along with you on camera to avoid awkwardness. That hadn’t lasted long, though, and now you felt like you could actually have serious conversations with people.

“I was wondering why he wasn’t here,” Angela admitted. “Usually I can never get you alone at lunch, I have so many TikToks I wanna show you.”

You shrugged. “He’s been weird for a couple of days now, like, look at this.” You pulled out your phone and showed them your text history or now lack thereof. Shayne saw the one message from the past three days and his eyebrows raised higher.

“And you’ve tried talking to him about it?”

You nodded, locking your phone and putting it on the table. “He basically ran out of the kitchen when I asked him if everything was okay. By the time I was done for the day he was already at home, he usually stops by my desk if he’s leaving earlier than I am. I wasn’t in a shoot or anything.”

Angela slackened, leaning against her elbows on the desk and looking up at you with a frown on her face. “That’s definitely weird, yeah. Yeah, no, that’s weird. You guys didn’t argue about anything or anything?”

You shook your head, fidgeting with your nails. “Monday everything was normal, now I’m here.”

Your phone buzzed with your alarm that you’d set, you had fifteen minutes until your call time for the next shoot. You’d mostly finished eating but you picked up your fork again and poked at the remaining food on your plate. “And like, I don’t know. I’m not spiralling, like I know that he loves me and everything and I don’t think we’re on the brink of breaking up or anything, I just have no idea what’s going on.”

Angela reached over and squeezed your wrist. “Anything I can do? I won’t do anything unless you tell me too, obviously, but I can talk to him about it if you want?”

You let out a puff of air and shook your head. “No, but thank you for the offer.” You stood, taking your little container of food to drop it back off at your desk before you went to set. “I’ll see you guys later? Thank you for letting me talk.”

“Of course, babe.”

“Yeah,” Shayne said genuinely. “Let either of us know if we can help?”

You moved through the next few hours as best you could, putting on your most entertaining face for the camera. You didn’t win the game but you also hadn’t embarrassed yourself a supreme amount, so you took it as a win. By the time you had to be on set for your final shoot of the game, you’d had a coffee and you were ready to head home. You didn’t let being tired stop you, you were still bright and smiley, the way the audience was used to seeing you.

You definitely regretted not reading the call sheet beyond your own call time, though, because Spencer was sitting at the table on his phone.

You didn’t know whether you were allowed to sit beside him. You wanted to, and you were sure that he wouldn’t get angry with you, but would it make the experience awkward?

You pretended to go back to your desk for something, hoping that at least one other person would be at the table before you had to sit down. This was why you never showed up anywhere early.

By the time you got back, your prayers had been answered and Courtney and Shayne had taken the two seats on either side of him. You slid on the other end of the table, across from Shayne, who smiled encouragingly at you.

“Hi!” You hadn’t seen Courtney all day and she smiled widely at you. “I tried that recipe you sent me last night and I think I’ve decided that I want to marry you.”

“Aw man,” Shane put a hand on his forehead, shaking his head as he glared at the table. “Didn’t even get a year in, I owe Damien twenty bucks.”

“Oh my god, wait, we’re kinda on a cute little double date right now,” Courtney giggled. “Look at us go.”

Courtney hadn’t been present at the table during lunch, but they could definitely tell that something was going on between you and Spencer, if only from the fact that he hadn’t already leaned behind her to tell you a joke that only you would find funny.

She waited until Spencer and Shayne got up to be mic’d to turn to you, voice hushed. “You okay?”

You rehashed the story as quickly and quietly as you could and she frowned. “I was wondering why he came and ate at my desk but I just assumed you were busy or something. That’s weird. It’s not gonna make the video weird is it?”

“No,” you assured them. “We’re adults, and as far as I know, we’re still together,” you’d said the last part jokingly. You were adults, you wouldn’t have broken up over something like this, not without a lot of discussion first, but you still had no idea why he was basically giving you the silent treatment.

“Alright, guys,” Alex called out and Spencer slid back into his chair. He shot you a smile and you returned it while Alex outlined who was giving the intro, how many points you needed to win, etc, things that you didn’t necessarily think about until you were doing them on camera. “And we’re rolling in three…”

Shayne started talking to the camera and you fidgeted under the desk. You really enjoyed filming for Smosh Games, it was probably your favourite channel to film for. But also, it was hard to enjoy a board game when you were on four different cameras. You’d have to talk to Kortney to make sure you didn’t look completely tired and bummed out the entire time in the final cut.

You managed to get through the first few rounds okay, making the group laugh a few times and getting a few moments that would make the video. It had started when someone made a dumb joke, some sort of thing about a really sophisticated cat or something, and Spencer had bounced off it. “Yeah, my neighbour across the hall is like, moving in with their partner or something, and I ran into them in the hallway a couple of days ago and offered to help with a box they were kinda struggling with and the box was just labeled ‘Lemons,’” The whole table giggled at that, trying to figure out where he was going with it. “And I was like… “Okay, this person has a thing for lemons I guess?” but then I go into their apartment and I find out that they apparently both had cats, right? And so my neighbour had a cat and now their partner’s cat is also moving in. Apparently both of the cats are called Lemons!”

That really got Courtney, their head getting thrown back as she laughed. “No way!”

“They’re soulmates, dude,” Shayne nodded.

Spencer looked over at you, path completely clear now that Courtney had scooted her chair back. You knew the one of Spencer’s neighbours that he was referring to, he’d told you the story as the two of you walked to your cars the afternoon after it happened.

“Would that be something that you were interested in?” He’d asked after a second, taking out his keys with the hand that wasn’t holding yours.

You liked cats, but your apartment didn’t allow them, and you also didn’t know if you really had the energy or the time to deal with a pet right now. You shook your head. “Not really, I’m fine solo over there,” you’d said.

Spencer had nodded and kissed your temple, right beside your eye on the side of your face. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he’d said in a low voice.

Spencer, at the games table, seemed to watch you have the realisation in real time. Your eyes had drifted back to the table in thought for a second and they came back up to lock with his. You looked a lot more resolute than you had before, and he was a little bit nervous.

He hadn’t been ignoring you to be immature, it had been honestly wanting to back off so as to not make you uncomfortable. He’d tried to take a step and you hadn’t wanted to, and he respected that. But he also didn’t know if what he had previously been doing was also what you wanted, so he was trying to just get to the weekend when he knew you’d be feeling better enough to maybe have a full conversation about where the two of you were at. You’d celebrated your one year anniversary two months earlier, he saw a future with you. He’d been confident that you felt the same way, you showed him consistently, but now he was worried he’d overstepped in ways he hadn’t realised. He’d thought you’d have said yes, maybe he was wrong about other things as well.

Your eyes were soft as they met his, flicking away to listen to Shayne talk. You weren’t having this conversation in the middle of the shoot. He turned to listen as well, but the two of you had both relaxed in the shoulders slightly, hoping that maybe by the end of the night you’d be on the same page.

The shoot wrapped up pretty quick with Courtney sweeping the game. You were the one to run through the ending spiel, like, subscribe, all that stuff. Once Alex finally called cut, Spencer was quick to lean over and murmur. “I gotta talk to Alex really quick about some stuff, I’ll be ten minutes max.”

You nodded at him and he practically ran to Alex, opening up his bag and pulling out a folder of something probably important. Shayne and Courtney watched the interaction. “Guess he’s not avoiding you anymore?”

“I realised what happened literally in the middle of filming,” you sighed, rubbing your face. “Oh my god, I’m so stupid.” You had to laugh, it was silly.

“He asked me to move in with him earlier this week. I said no because I thought he was asking if I wanted to get a cat.”

Both Shayne and Courtney also had to laugh. “No, that’s so dumb, I’m sorry,” Courtney put her forehead on your shoulder as a sign of support for a second before lifting it up. “At least it’s something you can fix easily.”

“Yeah,” Shayne nudged you. “You’ll be fine. You got this,”

You nodded, more just relieved that you’d figured out the problem so you could solve it. You knew Spencer hadn’t intentionally kept it from you, he’d thought you’d known this whole time. Spencer still didn’t know that you were unaware of your rejection, he’d just seen the love-filled look you’d given him and assumed that meant you still wanted to see him.

Shayne and Courtney packed their stuff up and headed off, not without both giving you an equally cheesy thumbs-up as they walked through the door. Spencer and Alex were both still nodding seriously at whatever piece of paper they were looking at, but they both smiled at you as you left to go back towards your desk.

You grabbed all your stuff and then stood outside the pod for a little while, dragging the toe of your shoes across the concrete flooring as you waited for your boyfriend. “Hi,” his voice was quiet but not awkward as he approached you from behind.

You didn’t wait, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he hugged you back with no hesitation. “I love you,” you mumbled into his neck.

“I love you too,” he replied immediately. “You okay?”

You nodded, pulling back just enough that he could see your face. “Yes, just stupid, I think.”

He laughed, ducking his head. “Yeah you are pretty dumb, aren’t you?” You pushed him off you and he took your hand, the two of you heading outside to your cars. “What specifically led you to this discovery?”

You squeezed his hand and stopped walking, pulling him off to the side so you weren’t standing in the middle of the road, coming to a stop in front of his car. “I thought you were asking if I wanted a cat.” You explained. “Last weekend, you asked ‘do you want to do that?’ and I thought you were talking about me getting a cat.”

He just smiled, still looking slightly confused. You squeezed his hand again and it hit him that time. “Oh! No, no, that’s not… no, I wasn’t asking if you wanted a cat.”

You nodded as if that was obvious. “No, I know that now.”

“No, that’s on me I asked it super vaguely,” he reasoned, swinging your joined arms slightly. “I thought you were saying no and I wanted to make sure I wasn’t like, smothering you or whatever. I didn’t want you to think that you not wanting to move in with me was going to make me super clingy or something.”

“Not at all,” you replied honestly. “In fact, you’re gonna have a hard time getting rid of me. If we’re living together I’m gonna be all over you like grease on those weird pans you have. We’re throwing them out by the way, I refuse to cook with those things.”

He laughed loudly, it almost echoing around the small parking lot. “They might not be non-stick but at least I don’t burn my hand on them every week like I do with yours.” His eyes were filled with a comfortable happiness behind his glasses as your hands still swung. “Wait,” he stopped you. “Does this mean you want to move in with me?”

You didn’t even bother teasing him that time. “I would love to,” you said honestly. “But seriously, you can keep the pans. I won't make you get rid of them, but I can not use them.”

He groaned, looking at the ground as his eyebrows furrowed. “You’re the worst girlfriend ever.”

“I have a perfectly good apartment, you know.”

“No, you already agreed,” he pulled you in and pressed his lips to yours for the first time in what had literally been days. “You’re moving in with me and my weird pans.” You didn’t even bother replying to that, instead kissing him again slowly. He let you. You were overdue for one anyway.

[briidoriingo]

Felt Like a Joke

Spencer Agnew x GN! Reader

Summary: A viral Smosh meme of your face in ‘Who Meme’d it’ triggers a wave of low self-esteem, which you expertly mask with a brilliant self-deprecating joke that fools everyone but your observant boyfriend, Spencer. Feeling bothered after seeing the clip, he commits to making you feel better, every time you’re doubting your worth.

Word Count: 2,700 ish

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, low self-perception.

Author Note: Req by Anon! I hope it’s as you imagined this would go, yall sorry if the joke is meh, I’m no comedian lol, happy reading :)

******

The studio air conditioning hummed, a low, constant counterpoint to the raucous laughter and the bright, relentless glare of the production lights. You, positioned strategically between Angela and Chanse, felt a familiar, nervous energy thrumming through your veins. You loved the chaos of the ‘Who Meme’d It?’ video format, the rapid-fire jokes, and the shock of the reveal, but there was always a tiny, anxious knot in your stomach, particularly when the spotlight felt a little too hot.

“Okay, next meme!” Shayne boomed, his enthusiasm infectious. He was a perfect host, weaving the game along with a high-octane blend of sarcasm and genuine excitement. “The score is tight! I think Angela is currently leading, but it’s still anyone’s game. Alright, let’s see the meme!”

On the large monitor flanking Shayne, a new image flickered into view.

A moment passed before a wave of delayed, building laughter swept across the crew, small live audience of co-workers, and your fellow contestants. You instantly recognized the image. It wasn't just a meme; it was your face.

It was a grainy screen capture from an old, obscure sketch bit you’d done months ago, taken mid-sentence, mid-reaction, where your eyes were slanted, your mouth was a perfect, bewildered 'O', and your hair was sticking up at an angle that defied physics. It was, undeniably, an incredibly funny photo.

Shayne held up his hands, trying to quell the rising tide of giggles. “Okay, it’s a picture of you—the caption, ‘When you napped at work and someone woke you up for the 134th video of the day:’ This is a common occurrence here at Smosh, actually.”

Chanse was practically doubled over. Angela was laughing that wonderfully loud, uninhibited laugh that made everyone else want to join in. Your chest tightened, an uncomfortable mix of surprise and sudden, sharp exposure. You knew it was harmless, you knew it was funny, but seeing a moment of utter, non-curated unflattering vulnerability plastered on a screen for dozens of people to witness—even people you loved and trusted—always hit differently.

That tiny, anxious knot in your stomach yanked hard as you awkwardly laughed with the others.

‘No,’ a voice hissed in your mind, the voice of a lifelong habit honed by anxiety. ‘They must be laughing with me, not at me.’

“Woah, Shayne,” you feigned shock with wide eyes, your voice pitched perfectly to cut through the residual laughter. “Wasn’t expecting a jumpscare in here, did Tommy make this meme? There’s a weird creature in it.”

The studio erupted.

The joke was quick, it was clever, and most importantly, it was safe. It took the power out of the unflattering photo and handed it squarely back to you, wrapped in a shiny shield of humor.

Shayne wiped a tear of laughter from his eye. “I’m certain most of us could be considered weird creatures in the last shoot of the day. Let’s see the options, who made this meme? Is one of them Tommy?”

“Whoever it is, they better sleep with one eye open tonight!” you quipped, raising two fists to the live audience and shaking it like a cartoon sailor. The game continued, the energy successfully reset. You powered through the remaining rounds, your social mask firmly back in place, laughing and bantering until the final ‘cut’ was called.

The shoot wrapped, the lights dimmed, and the energy shifted from electric to exhausted. You hugged Angela, high-fived Chanse, and exchanged a few final, tired jokes with Shayne. You felt the familiar post-filming adrenaline crash begin, but you kept a smile pasted on your face until you were finally out the door and heading toward the snack area to get a drink.

The joke had worked. You were safe. You were glad you didn’t lose your cool back there and just joked your way out. This is what you do for a living, you shouldn’t be too oversensitive and cry on the spot because of one picture. One, very ugly picture, that you wish never existed. Especially shown publicly to the internet and millions of viewers. You hoped no one realized your awkward laugh and how you laughed just a bit later than everyone else’s.

No one, that is, except for one person who would see it weeks later.

******

Weeks passed in the usual blur of Smosh production—writing, meetings, shooting, editing, and the relentless cycle of content creation. You’d almost entirely forgotten about the ‘Who Meme’d It?’ episode until the day it dropped. It was a massive hit, of course. People loved the memes, the contestant lineup, and the comments section was a joyful mess. Your self-deprecating joke earned countless praise, with thousands of users quoting it in the comments of a clip from the original video, titled something like ‘Tommy, you’re getting too predictable, man’, focusing solely on the meme reveal and your joke. Within hours, it had millions of views.

Spencer, tucked into a comfortable beanbag chair in the Smosh office during a short break, scrolled past it initially, then scrolled back. He briefly saw your face and got curious about the context.

He watched the napping meme flash up. He watched the crew laugh. And then he watched you.

Your joke was brilliant, undeniable. But in the fraction of a second—the nanosecond between the sound of the laughter hitting your ears and the perfectly crafted punchline leaving your lips—Spencer saw it.

Your eyes, before the quick-witted, humorous light switched on, were not amused. They were startled, yes, but there was a flicker of genuine hurt, a momentary withdrawal, and a profound, sad recognition of the thing you were trying so hard to convince everyone—and yourself—was just a funny face. It was the quick determination of someone who was using their own vulnerability as a shield before anyone else could use it as a weapon.

Spencer paused the clip, your perfectly curated, laughing face frozen on his phone screen, but his memory was fixed on the raw vulnerability he’d seen a moment earlier. He knew that look. It was the look of someone whose self-esteem sometimes took a beating when the private, critical voice in their head was suddenly amplified by a public screen.

It bothered him. It burrowed under his skin in a way the buzz of the internet usually didn't. He knew you were capable, brilliant, and beautiful, inside and out. To see that brief, sharp moment of self-doubt felt like seeing a tiny, perfect crack in something precious.

He felt like he had to say something.

******

It was late afternoon, and the setting sun was casting long, orange shadows across the freeway as Spencer drove you both home. He’d offered to drive, sensing you looked a little drained even before the clip had confirmed his suspicions about the emotional effort you put into masking.

The car was quiet, save for a low-volume playlist of indie music filtering through the speakers. Spencer’s attention was mostly on the rush hour traffic, but your expression on the clip still weighed heavily on his mind. He glanced over at you, intending to find a gentle opening to the conversation, but what he saw made the words die in his throat.

You weren’t looking at your social media or texts. You were scrolling through the camera roll on your phone, not in the recent section, but deep in the archives. He caught glimpses of old, grainy selfies, photos with long-forgotten filters, and pictures of a much younger you—photos from high school, maybe even middle school.

Your brows were furrowed slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible frown etched into your face. You scrolled slowly, stopping for a moment on a photo of you, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, beaming happily into the camera, before moving on with a sigh that was barely audible but spoke volumes. It was a look of quiet, melancholic assessment, not of nostalgia, but of comparison.

‘That joke is still on your mind’, Spencer realized with a painful clarity. ‘You’re starting to compare yourself with your past.’

The sight settled the debate in his mind. This wasn't just a fleeting bad mood; this was a deep-seated feeling, stirred up by the meme, confirmed by the public attention, and manifesting now as a private critique session of your own life history.

He decided not to bring it up in the car. It needed a quiet, safe space, not the cramped confines of a vehicle navigating rush hour. He drove on, his grip tightening subtly on the steering wheel, his focus now split between the road and the plan forming in his mind.

“Hey, we’re almost home,” he murmured, keeping his voice light.

You snapped your phone shut quickly, like a secret caught in the open, and offered him a too-bright smile. “Oh, thank god. My brain is all mashed up right now.”

“Mine too,” Spencer agreed, pulling into the driveway. “Let’s order in and just… melt into the sofa.”

An hour later, the apartment was cozy, smelling pungently with takeout and the aroma of your favorite dish. You and Spencer were sprawled on the large couch, his arm draped casually over the back cushion behind you, the low light of the television giving the room a soft, amber glow. You were scrolling through a streaming service, pretending to look for a movie, but the tightness in your chest hadn't truly eased since the car ride.

Spencer watched you for a moment, noticing how your fingers hovered over the screen, unable to settle on anything. He reached out and gently rested his hand on your shoulder, pulling your attention from the screen.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice low and devoid of judgment, pulling his arm around you properly. “Come here.”

You leaned into him instinctively, resting your head on his shoulder, and closed your eyes. This was the safe place, the best place.

Spencer waited a beat, then ran his hand comfortingly up and down your arm. “I watched that clip of you today,” he began, his tone still gentle, the words deliberate.

You tensed almost imperceptibly, but he felt it.

“Oh, yeah, it’s hilarious, right?” you said, your voice already taking on that quick, defensive brightness. “I can’t believe how much traction that joke got. Like, I’m basically meme-famous for saying I’m a joke. Classic me, right?”

Spencer turned his body slightly, making you look up at him. He didn’t smile, but his eyes were warm and intensely focused.

“Yeah, um, yeah, the joke was pretty good,” he conceded, validating the effort you’d made. “But I wasn’t just watching the joke, I was watching everything before it too. The second the image flashed up.”

You tried to pull away, a quick, jerky motion, but his arm held you securely. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just surprised, you know? It was an old clip. I didn’t know they were going to pull that.”

“I know what surprise looks like,” Spencer insisted, his thumb rubbing small, soothing circles on your wrist. “And I know when you feel hurt, we sometimes disagree about things and I know that look anywhere. And that was genuine, unmasked hurt. For half a second. It bothered me, because I know how much you laugh things off, and I know that often times, you joking about it is the only thing that stops the spiral from starting.”

You broke eye contact, shaking your head slightly. “It’s just a funny face, Spence. Everyone has those. It’s not that deep.”

“Was it not that deep when I saw you scrolling through your old pictures on the drive home?” he challenged gently, his voice still soft, careful not to sound accusatory. “You weren’t smiling at those photos. You were checking them. Like you were looking for evidence of when you were… better. Or more beautiful, I don’t know.”

The gentle precision of his observation was devastating. It was exactly what you had been doing. He had seen the private, shameful habit that nobody else ever noticed. The professional mask you’d spent weeks maintaining suddenly felt heavy and suffocating.

A sudden, sharp sting hit the back of your eyes.

“I just…” The word caught in your throat. “No, It’s silly. It’s just that everyone saw that clip, and they loved the meme, the joke, and it just made me realize that… that we work in a company where we joke about everything and we need to be quickwitted about it too. I don’t know where the line is. I feel like I’d be too sensitive if I felt hurt just because of that one pic. And when I looked at my old pictures, I just felt so far away from that person, that younger me who looked way happier and more free, living their life before turning into all…this.” You gestured to yourself.

The dam finally broke. Ashamed, you leaned into his chest, burying your face in the soft fabric of his t-shirt, and let out a shaky, silent breath that felt more like a sob. The tears didn't come in torrents, but in quiet, hot streams against his skin.

Spencer didn’t say anything immediately. He just tightened his hold, his other hand coming up to gently stroke the back of your head, steadying you. He let you breathe into the hug, letting the sound of his steady heartbeat be the only judgment in the room.

“I totally get it,” he finally murmured, his voice rumbling softly against your hair. “I get that feeling of comparing yourself to a ghost. It’s exhausting to always have to be the funniest person, the most self-aware person, just so no one else can get there first.”

He waited for your breathing to even out before continuing. “But, you don’t have to do any of that with me. You don’t have to joke your way through sadness with me. That person they showed on screen? That’s part of the beautiful, goofy, funny person I love. And the person you are right now, tucked into my chest, who’s struggling with a real thing that everyone in the world is also going through? Frankly, it’s the person I love most of all.”

He pulled back just enough to look at your face, gently wiping a tear with his thumb. “You are incredible. You are smart, you are kind, and you are far more beautiful and worthwhile than any blurry screenshot or viral clip could ever define. Please don’t ever think your worth depends on how fast you can make a self-deprecating joke about yourself. In Smosh, and especially in your life.”

You nodded, still shaky, pulling a deep, necessary breath. “But Spence, you know this isn’t a one time thing. What if I keep feeling this way, even when you say all this? What if I look in the mirror tomorrow and that feeling comes back?”

It was a genuine fear—the cyclical nature of low self-esteem, the fear that one comforting conversation wouldn't be enough against a lifetime of habit.

Spencer looked at you, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the apartment light, and the assurance in his expression was absolute. He pulled you close again, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head.

“Then I’ll be beside you tomorrow, too,” he promised, his voice a steady anchor. “And I’ll remind you. I’ll keep reminding you. Whenever you’re feeling this low, whenever that critical voice in your head is louder than mine, I will be there for you. I will listen to you. I will hold you, and I will remind you of all the wonderful, beautiful, brilliant things about you.”

He paused, letting the weight of the promise sink in.

“Time and time again,” he finished, his voice firm, “until you don’t feel that way anymore. And if that takes a thousand times, then I’m here for the thousand and first. Deal?”

You pulled back, a genuine, small smile finally replacing the strained one from before. It was a deal, and it was a promise that felt stronger than any fleeting burst of internet fame or any ancient photograph. It was a promise of unconditional, unwavering love and support.

“Deal,” you whispered, and settled back against him, finally feeling the anxious knots begin to truly unravel. The blank screen on the television was forgotten. All that mattered was the warmth, the quiet, and the profound safety of knowing that the person who loved you saw not only your brilliant comedy but also the subtle, self-consuming sadness you worked so hard to hide. And he accepted that part, too.

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Author Note: Yooo, Anon, hope you like this! Let’s all look in the mirror and say out loud three things we’re grateful to have in ourselves! Virtual hug from me~ ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Masterlist

[wetbark]

Crawling Back To . . .

Spencer Agnew/GN!Reader

Warnings: very mild hurt/comfort, fluff all the way up

Words: 600

Spencer brings you, his partner, as his plus one to friendsgiving at the Smosh Office.

Your nerves flare up as you and Spencer reach the door to the Smosh Office. You've met some of his coworkers before, and most of them know who you are, but this is the first big reveal. You're almost as nervous as you were when you met his parents for the first time.

Spencer, ever so observant, notices your mild distress.

"Hey, they're gonna love you," he says. "It's a super chill atmosphere, you don't need to be uptight."

You smile reassuringly at him and change your grip on the pan of mac-n'-cheese casserole you brought.

"Yeah, I know," you say. "This fucking cheese thing is burning a hole into my hands."

Spencer snorts. "Cheese thing. You're so interesting."

You smile at him again, this time more genuine, and you let Spencer step forward to open the door for you.

You've come to pick him up from work numerous times, but this is the first time you've actually been inside his workplace. It's big, and the second you step in you're subject to the chaos of the place: there's someone hurriedly rushing between rooms, a person with a clipboard and headset looking around with confusion, and you can hear chatter and light shouting from further in.

Spencer murmurs familiar greetings to most of the people you pass ("'Sup, Brennan." "Ollie, hey!" "Good to see you, Bailey.") It's a nice reminder that he does in fact know the people here, and he can guide you through this. It's also nice that no one seems to notice you.

You were worried that you'd be bombarded the second you walked through the door with variations of "oh my gosh, is this your partner, Spencer?" and "who are you? Are you new here?"

You and Spencer reach the room where the party is, a decently large kitchen/break-room with blue patterns painted on the walls. It's pretty.

Multiple tables have been pushed together to form a larger one. At the far end, Noah, Keith, and Jackie are caught up in a passionate conversation. Angela and Courtney are nondiscreetly gossipping by the coffee machine. Kiana and Erin are gushing over a vegetable stew.

Spencer, in typical fashion, beelines over to Kiana, dragging you along with him. You've met Kiana before, it'd be hard to avoid it, honestly, she's pretty much Spencer's best friend, and you really like her. You're thankful that she showed up, you're not complete dependent on Spencer for socialisation.

"Spence! Y/N! Hi, how're you doing?" Kiana exclaims. "Ooo, is that macaroni casserole? That looks good, damn."

"Hell yeah, it's macaroni casserole. Home-cooked with hate," Spencer says.

You've always loved the way that he falls so easily into banter with people. It's one of your favorite things about him.

The dark-haired girl next to Kiana turns to you. "I'm Erin, nice to meet you." She sticks out her hand, waiting for you take it.

"I'm Y/N, Spencer's partner."

"Oh! I've heard so much about you!" Erin squeals.

You chuckle. "Only good things, I hope."

"Oh, of course," she replies. That seems to be the end of that conversation, and she drifts away to talk to someone else.

Kiana and Spencer direct their attention back to you.

"Have you met Amanda yet?" she asks.

Spencer lights up and looks around the room for her.

"Oh, dude! You've gotta meet Amanda, come on!"

He grabs you by the hand and drags you around the room, and you have a feeling that you're going to have a better time than you thought.

A/N: turned into a love letter to kiana halfway through lol anyways ᢉ𐭩ᢉ𐭩ᢉ𐭩 another spencer x reader pissfic coming out in the next few days, send me requests and have fun dealing with your fuckass families over the holidays!

[franklyspencer]

No Touchy - Spencer x reader

Description: Y/n isn't a fan of physical affection. Her only exception? Spencer Agnew.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, and a man (apologies). Also mentions of sex and intimacy issues

Notes: Hey, guys so I'm definitely missing writing Spencer fics. This one is slightly self-insert ish, but I'm posting it anyway. Hopefully some people can relate :)

Also, can you guys tell that I love writing protective! Spencer/Shayne?

Who, me? Pfft, no I don't think it's that obvious.

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There wasn't some big, traumatising reason for it. It was just the way she was. Growing up, her family weren't physically affectionate. But it was never a hostile or unsafe environment. The only thing that happened was it had led her to tense up or squirm whenever someone touched her for too long.

And working in a place like Smosh, where a lot of the cast showed their affection through being touchy and cuddly, was still something she was working on getting used to. Even though she'd been part of the cast for three years. Over time, everyone seemed to become aware of it and respected it.

Sometimes she wished she could just accept it. It didn't exactly affect her friendship with people, she was extremely close with everyone. Of course, she wasn't opposed to everything. High fives and fist bumps were fine, and hugs were okay too depending on who it was.

She could accept a hug from Courtney every now and again, but that was about it. Everyone was respectful of her boundaries and she hadn't even really said anything about it. They all just seemed to pick up on it.

It wasn't a big deal, and she had never really felt like it would be a hindrance. It didn't get in the way of her relationships with people because she showed her affection in different ways. It made romantic relationships a tad trickier, though. It was suddenly a weird quirk.

But it was different with Spencer. There wasn't exactly an official status on the relationship they had. For the last few months, the line between platonic and romantic was wavering and neither of them had acknowledged it. But there was no sign of the other wanting it to stop, so whatever it was, something was kindling between them.

Spencer hadn't crossed a boundary with her, and he was the first to spot when someone did. Whether by accident or not. It was like a natural instinct he had, some might even call it a subtle protectiveness. He had her cues and tolerance levels memorised, and had a sweet way of handling incidents.

He never made it a big deal. Nobody even batted an eye. But it was nice to have someone keeping an eye on it. Sometimes Amanda would lean a little too close, or Angela might accidentally brush her arm when reaching for cards, but those were just fleeting moments she could brush off.

The real issues started when a new person joined the cast. His name was Kyle, and he'd been a great addition. He got along well with everyone and was really nice and funny. But, for y/n, he could be a tad physically affectionate. He hadn't picked up on how uncomfortable it made her. He wasn't inappropriate or anything, just couldn't seem to read the room well.

The first incident happened while filming a Try Not To Laugh. It was one of his first videos on the channel, and she was getting ready to do a bit with Shayne when Kyle put his hand on the small of her back to squeeze by. He meant no harm, but it had made her flinch quite hard. Not that he noticed, but it was enough for Tommy to see and ask if she was alright.

She had to force herself to brush it off. It was nothing. Just a brief moment that he didn't mean. But it didn't stop there. His little fleeting touches happened so often that it made her skin crawl whenever anyone else accidentally touched her.

And Spencer had rescued her a few times.

They were filming a Games video with her, Kyle, Shayne, Chanse, and Trevor. She was the only girl there, but she didn't mind. It was fun and chaotic as always. But she was sitting next to Kyle and she was starting to think his ability to keep his hands to himself was nonexistent.

Spencer had noticed, and was keeping an eye on it. But he didn't step in until she looked uncomfortable. They were in the middle of filming, so he didn't interrupt. The only thing he did was pick up some cards that had fallen off the table, which happened to be next to y/n.

He knew it would be cut out of the video.

Making eye contact with her, he silently asked if she was alright. She seemed to understand and nodded, but he didn't believe her. After all, he'd seen the way she flinched when Kyle grabbed her arm while laughing.

Before he went back behind the camera, he said something to Shayne that was unintelligible to mics and everyone else. But she saw the way Shayne looked between her and Kyle, and nodded.

After filming, she approached Spencer. He smiled at her and motioned to the mic still attached to her hoodie. There was absolutely nothing stopping her from taking it off herself, but she still let him do it.

"This okay?". He asked softly, making her nod. "Yeah. It's fine."

"By the way, if you need me to say something to Kyle, just let me know."

She smiled. "Why, are you jealous?".

"No." He chuckled. "Just not delighted with seeing you uncomfortable."

"It's okay. It isn't a big deal."

Pursing his lips, he sighed. "It is a big deal to you, y/n. You've made your boundaries pretty clear, and by the looks of things he's missed the memo."

The way he was looking at her almost made her heart do a somersault.

"Okay." She muttered. "Obviously I don't like it, but maybe I need to accept that people are just like that."

He shook his head. "No, you don't if it makes you uncomfortable."

Spencer was physically affectionate, but he never pushed it on to her. That's why she accepted it from him. She felt comfortable and safe with him, and he didn't take that lightly.

She headed to the communal kitchen to grab a drink before her next shoot. Kyle was in there already.

"Hey, y/n."

"Hi."

He smiled slightly. "You did a great job this morning."

"Oh, thank you. So did you."

She got a soda from the fridge, opened it and took a sip. She thought that would've been the end of the conversation, but nope. He stuck around.

"So, can I ask you something? If it's not too personal."

She furrowed her eyebrows, but nodded. "Sure."

"Are you and Spencer dating?".

"Uh... not to my knowledge."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just kinda assumed because you two seem pretty close."

"Well, we are. But we're just friends."

Or something like that. She wasn't really sure what to call it.

He nodded. "Okay. Well, I've got another shoot to get to. So I better go, but I'll see you later?".

She hums, almost dismissively. "Mhm."

Then she felt him brush by her on his way out and she physically moved herself away to avoid it. Kyle stopped and looked back at her.

"Y/n, are you alright?".

She sighed, playing with her sleeve. "Yeah. I just... sorry, I don't really like people touching me."

"Oh." His eyes widened. "God, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

She pursed her lips and shrugged. "It's okay."

"Well, I'll uh... keep that in mind."

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The work day was coming to an end and y/n was just finishing up at her desk when Courtney came over.

"Hello, my love."

She smiled. "What's up, Court?".

"What are your plans for tonight?". They asked, pulling a chair over to sit next to her.

"It mostly consisted of disintegrating into the couch and hibernating there for the weekend."

Courtney laughed. "Well, I'd hate to keep you from that. But just in case, a few of us were gonna go out for for some food, drinks, maybe a bit of karaoke. I thought maybe you'd like to joins us."

"Hm... I don't know. Let me think about it."

"Okay, no worries, babe. But Spencer's going to be there, so I don't know if that'll change your mind at all."

She chuckled. "How'd that happen?".

"He's the designated driver."

"Ah. Who else is going?".

"Shayne, Angela, Chanse, Arasha, Tommy and Kyle. See? Small group."

Her heart dropped only a little hearing Kyle was going. It had her hesitating immediately.

"Come on. It'll be fun."

She sighed. "Okay... fine, I'll come."

"Yay! I love you so much."

"Yeah, yeah."

When she finished what she was doing, she packed up her stuff and went to meet the group waiting by the front doors. Spencer's eyes were immediately drawn to her and he let out an amused chuckle.

"They drag you along too?".

She nodded, pouting a little making him soften. "We can stick together then, as the unwilling participants."

That made her giggle a little and she nodded. "Okay."

When they all decided where they were going, they piled into two cars. One being Spencer's and the other Shayne and Courtney's.

The place they had picked was like a mix between a karaoke bar and a restaurant, and it was actually a rather pleasant atmosphere. The group was seated in a large booth. Y/n hesitated a little when she realised she'd have to sit in between Kyle and Spencer.

Noticing the expression on her face, Spencer moved to stand beside her and gave her a soft smile. His hand never touched her, but it hovered near her elbow, which made her glance back at him.

"Want me to sit there?". His voice softened when he spoke. She nodded. Wordlessly, Spencer took a seat beside Kyle, prompting her to sit at the end of the booth next to him. She sighed quietly.

When his arm inevitably brushed against hers, she didn't mind. It put her at ease and she was able to relax and enjoy a night out with her friends.

After eating, with a little liquid courage Courtney, Tommy, Arasha, Angela and Chanse went up to the stage to do some karaoke. Y/n hadn't had any alcohol yet and neither had Spencer or Shayne since they were driving everyone home. Kyle seemed to be getting a little tipsy.

Spencer left to go to the bathroom and Shayne got up to get the next round of drinks. Which left y/n at the table with Kyle. She moved to the other side of the booth just in case.

"So...". Kyle sighed. "How come you let Spencer touch you?".

"Oh... it's nothing personal. I just don't mind it as much with him."

"Why?".

She shrugged. "I don't know."

He makes it feel okay, that's why.

He hummed, then looked at her. "If you don't like to be touched, then how do you have sex?".

She blinked, unsure if she heard him right.

"I'm sorry?".

"Well, it must make it quite difficult."

Sure enough, he did say that. "Uh... not really. I just need to be comfortable with someone beforehand, I guess."

Kyle looked over at the bar, where Spencer was now standing with Shayne, waiting for drinks.

"Like him?".

"Uh...". Her cheeks flushed a little. "Kyle, I think I'm done answering your questions."

He shrugged. "Okay, I was just curious."

He's just drunk. It doesn't mean anything.

Y/n couldn't help glancing back over at Spencer, though this time his eyes met hers. But he didn't look away. He tilted his head a little, a silent question from across the room. Subtly, out of Kyle's view, she motioned for him to come back.

She watched Spencer tap Shayne's shoulder and say something to him, and the two of them headed back to the booth together. Shayne with a tray of freshly made drinks.

Spencer sat next to her, not crowding or taking up space. He left space between them, but his expression was one of worry.

Spencer is sober. Spencer is safe. You can reach for him, but why can't you?

"Y/n?". His voice directed her attention back to him.

"I'm okay." It was like she was trying to convince herself more than him, but he accepted it for now.

The moment passed. The night went on. She laughed and had a good time with her friends. Angela was trying desperately to get Spencer to do a duet with her, some song from Wicked. She was now a little tipsy.

"Come on, Spence! Please, just one song."

He shook his head. "No way."

Y/n giggled beside him, forcing him to crack a smile, which then prompted Angela, Tommy, Arasha, and Chanse to chant his name until he finally relented. They all cheered, and Angela ushered him to get up.

Before he did, he looked at y/n like he was asking if it was alright for him to leave her side for five minutes. She just gave him a smile and nodded.

Only then did he let himself be whisked away to the stage.

Kyle was now off flirting with someone he met on the way back from the bathroom. And so, y/n felt like she could breathe a little easier.

She watched Angela and Spencer's duet, laughing and clapping along.

"Hey, y/n. Wanna get up and dance with me? Shayne's gonna stay and watch the drinks." Courtney offered.

She slowly nodded. "Sure."

Following them to the dance floor, she let herself relax and have fun with Court. The two of them giggled at each other's inability to dance.

It wasn't long before Kyle joined in. He'd made his way through the crowd after spotting them, and y/n froze when she felt his hand on her back, a little too low. He was laughing, completely unaware - either that or he was too drunk to care anymore.

She stopped dancing and moved away from him only to bump into a stranger behind her.

"Oh, sorry." She muttered, though it went unheard in the loud music and crowd.

Another sweaty hand touched her arm. Just another stranger with no spacial awareness. But it was enough for her to lose her breath a little.

It's fine. It's fine. It's fine. They didn't mean it.

Another person bumped into her, almost spilling their drink on her. Their hands touched her back, a half-hearted apology leaving their lips. But y/n didn't hear it.

Nope. No, no, no. Too much

She managed to navigate herself out of the crowd, but not without getting a little too close to people. Her brain was foggy. She had to get out.

Finding solace outside, the chilled night air cooled her flaring temperature. She sat on the ground against the wall of the building, unbothered about getting her clothes dirty.

Back inside, Spencer was laughing at Angela and Chanse. The two of them were undeniably wasted and it was rather amusing. With a grin, he looked away from them, subconsciously searching for someone else. When he didn't see her at the booth with Shayne, he straightened a little. Then he looked at the dance floor where he could see Courtney, Kyle, Tommy and Arasha. But no y/n.

Probably went to the bathroom.

Trying to brush it off, he went back to watching Chanse and Angela, only his mind was a mile away now.

Ten minutes later, he still didn't see her and he was starting to get worried. But he didn't want to leave two drunk people by themselves.

"Hey, you two. Let's go see Shayne, shall we?".

Chanse gasped. "Shayne?! We love him."

Spencer sniggered to himself. "Yeah, we do. Let's go."

He guided him and Angela over to the booth, where they both greeted Shayne excitedly and probably more enthusiastically than he was expecting.

"Oh, hey guys. Having fun?".

"Hey, keep an eye on them, will you? I'm gonna go find y/n."

"Okay. Yeah, sure man."

With an appreciative nod, Spencer grabbed his jacket and left, scanning the room again before making his way outside.

Finding her outside, he couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped him. But it quickly evaporated, seeing how shaken she looked. She looked overwhelmed.

Y/n looked up when she heard footsteps coming towards her. The tension in her shoulders disappeared, though, when she saw it was only Spencer.

"Please don't touch me." Her voice cracked, breaking his heart.

"Okay." He just knelt in front of her with a sigh. "Is it okay if I sit with you?".

She paused, thinking about it before nodding slightly. He saw it and his expression softened before moving to sit beside her. Not touching.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. He just sat there in the quiet with her.

"Too loud in there?". He asked softly.

She shook her head, picking at an invisible thread on her clothes. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't like this."

"Like what?".

"Like... what's the big deal with a hug? It's a normal thing that people do all the time. But I just can't, and I don't know why."

He hummed. "It's not a bad thing. It doesn't make you a bad person."

"Then why do I feel so bad, Spencer?".

"Y/n, you're surrounded by people who use touch as their main form of affection. And honestly I can't imagine what that's like for you. I'm sure it's confusing as hell if you're not used to it."

She nodded as the corner of her lips quirked. Not quite a smile, but it satisfied Spencer nonetheless.

"It is. I know that they mean well, and sometimes they forget. And it's okay when that happens."

Spencer tilted his head. "Is that what you tell yourself?".

"Well, I shouldn't flinch for no reason just because someone accidentally brushed past me."

"It's not for no reason, y/n. It makes you uncomfortable."

She sighed, leaning back into the wall.

"So, what happened in there?".

She frowned, unconsciously rubbing the spot on her arm Kyle had touched. "I was just dancing with Courtney and it kept getting more crowded. People were touching my back and arms, and I just-".

She suppressed a little shiver that wasn't just from the cold. "I had to get out."

Spencer frowned. "Y/n, can you look at me, honey?".

Reluctantly, she did as told and he saw the red rims just beneath her eyes, indicating that what happened upset her more than she was letting on.

His expression softened. "You wanna tell me what actually happened, or are you sticking with that?".

She sighed. "It... wasn't just because people were touching me. It's because Kyle keeps touching me."

The softness in his eyes hardened, though he kept his voice down. "What?".

"Not... not inappropriately. Just...". Her eyes squeezed shut. "Unwanted."

Deciding to be brave, she looked at him. "I... I don't think it's just with me. He was getting a bit friendly with Court and Arasha too. It's like, whenever you, Shayne, or Tommy aren't looking, he tries to see what he can get away with."

"Okay." He breathed out, like he was trying to ground himself. "You might not like me for this, but Shayne and I have been keeping an eye on him."

"You have? Why?".

"I had a weird feeling about him for a while. Have you not noticed that when Kyle's in a video with you or the other girls, I cast Shayne in it, too?".

"Oh...". Now that he said it, it made a lot of sense.

He gave her a small smile. "You think I'd let anything happen to you guys on my set?".

"I guess not."

"But thank you for trusting me enough to tell me."

"So, what do we do?". She asked.

Just then, a shout that sounded an awful lot like Shayne came from inside. It made her jump and her hand gripped his arm. He didn't mention it.

"I think we're about to find out."

He gently got her to stand up with him and her grip on his sleeve tightened enough for him to feel it. He looked at her and saw the worry in her eyes. And he noticed her shivering, this time from the cold.

"Here." He mumbled. "Can I put this on you?".

He motioned to the jacket he was wearing, about to take it off, but he paused to hear her answer.

She nodded. "Okay."

With a smile, he took his jacket off, then put it around her shoulders to let her slip her arms through the sleeves. At least now if anyone touched her, it wouldn't be on her bare skin.

She followed him inside and they came across a crowd with Shayne and Kyle in the middle of it. The former looked furious, a rarity compared to the joyful and sincere personality they were used to. Courtney and Arasha had been pushed behind him and Tommy was holding Kyle back all by himself.

Chanse and Angela looked significantly more sober than they did earlier, the two of them also looked pissed.

Kyle's attention then moved to y/n when he saw them come in.

"Oh, y/n! Good, you're here. At least someone can vouch for me."

Spencer slowed to a stop, fingers tugging on the material of his jacket to get her to stop too. His eyes narrowed, but didn't say anything at first.

"Can you please tell Shayne to stop being so jealous? I didn't even do anything."

"Didn't do anything?". Shayne spat, glaring at him. "If you ever touch my wife like that again, you're dead. Do you understand me?".

Y/n felt her heart race. "Spen."

That was her fault. She left them. She left Courtney with him.

"Shh, it's okay." He whispered.

Kyle just smirked. "Y/n likes it, don't you?".

She immediately straightened. "What?!".

Oh, but Spencer didn't like that. His glare could've sunk a thousand ships.

"Go on. Tell them how much you like it."

"I... I don't." She stuttered, cheeks flushing from being put under pressure and her apparent inability to stick up for herself. Though it seemed like everyone in the group was more pissed off on her behalf.

Spencer noticed. He always did. His finger gently grazed the side of her hand, which didn't seem like much, but it was like an anchor for her.

"Kyle." Her voice sharpened, grabbing everyone's attention.

"I want you to leave right now."

"What?".

"You heard me. I want you to stop harassing me and my friends and stop spreading lies. I don't like it when you touch me. I don't like it when anyone touches me, and you're not the exception. So just get out."

Kyle just laughed, whether it was because he was drunk or he was a complete narcissist, nobody knew.

"Fine. Fine. I'll leave. I don't want you now anyway."

The way he said it made her feel ill. Then he looked at Spencer and smiled. "You're playing a long game, huh?".

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at y/n for a second. "What?".

Kyle shrugged. "Hey, I can only respect it. I've just never seen someone wait so long to fuck a chick before."

Y/n had to hold him back at that, a gentle tug on his arm stopped him from knocking the fuck out of him. And as Kyle passed them on the way to the door, he dared to make a move to touch y/n's waist. But Spencer caught it and physically pulled her closer to him.

"Don't even think about it."

Kyle just chuckled like it was a joke before casually walking out the door.

When he realised he was still holding her, he quickly let go of her. "Shit, sorry honey. I'm so sorry."

"No, it... it's okay."

The crowd dispersed now that the drama was over, but the two of them reunited with the rest of the group. Y/n went straight to Courtney.

"Oh my god, Courtney. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you."

"Hey." Their expression softened. "It's okay. I'm alright, don't worry."

She frowned. "What happened?".

"We were just dancing and he grabbed my ass. He also tried to grope Arasha, but I pulled her away from him and that's when I had to get Shayne and Tommy."

"I'm sorry." She apologised again.

"It wasn't your fault, okay? I only blame Kyle."

She nodded slowly. "Okay."

When all was calm and everyone seemed to mutually agree that the night was over, Spencer looked over at y/n, who had been standing by herself for a few minutes.

Shayne was busy still comforting Courtney while Tommy, Chanse and Angela were making sure Arasha was okay.

And he slowly made his way over to her, like he was approaching a spooked animal. He gave her a soft smile.

"Ready to go?".

"Are you taking people home?".

He nodded. "Yeah. Shayne and Court are taking Arasha and Tommy since they live close together. I'm dropping Chanse and Angela off because I don't really trust them to get a cab home by themselves."

That made her smile slightly, but her mind was clearly elsewhere.

"Hey, you okay?".

She nodded, then paused and pursed her lips. "I... don't have an answer for that."

"That's okay."

"Spen?".

"Mhm?".

"Can I... I mean, would it be okay if I came home with you?".

He raised his eyebrows, but nodded warmly. "Of course."

They said good night to everyone before getting into Spencer's car. She was in the front next to him and the other two were in the back.

Y/n stayed in his car while Spencer made sure Angela and Chanse got to her apartment okay. It didn't take him long. He came out after a few minutes and got back in the car.

The radio played quietly, filling the silence. Between that and Spencer's thumb tapping the steering wheel every so often, it gave her some comfort.

The jacket he gave her was warm and comfy, and smelled like him. He glanced over at her occasionally, just checking on her. She realised that was something he did quite often.

Still, neither of them said anything.

But y/n's hand twitched when he stopped at a red light and rested his arm on the rest between the seats, like she was tempted to take his hand.

It didn't go unnoticed, but he saw her hesitation too and decided not to comment on it.

They arrived at his apartment building. Spencer parked and turned the car off, but neither of them moved to get out yet - well, he did until he noticed y/n wasn't.

"What is it, y/n?". The question wasn't sharp or accusing. It was careful.

Maybe he was right. Maybe Spencer doesn't care about you. No, but Spencer's nice. Spencer's there. Spencer cares. You trust him and he wouldn't do that. Would he?

"Hey." Spencer's voice brought her back to him. "Stay with me, okay?".

She looked at him.

He smiled. "There you go. That's it. Just look at me."

"Are you trying to have sex with me?".

The question tumbled out of her lips before she could stop it. Her eyes widened like she wasn't expecting it. And Spencer looked equally as taken aback. Shifting in his seat a little, he turned himself towards her.

"I-I'm sorry." She panicked. "I didn't mean to think- I mean, say that."

"Hey, hey. Slow down, honey. It's okay."

She frowned, and when there was a pause she looked at him.

"Let's circle back to that, shall we?".

She swallowed thickly. "I don't know why I said that."

"Because you were thinking it." He replied simply. "Y/n, do you really think that's what I'm trying to do?".

"Well... I didn't before. I don't know. But... Kyle said it and I kinda can't stop thinking it. I mean, we still haven't really established what we are yet."

His expression softened. "Y/n, I'm not trying to do anything. Having your trust means everything to me and I'd never do anything to tarnish that. I don't have any ulterior motives. It's only me."

He smiled, like it was a secret only for her to hear. "Hi." He wiggled his fingers playfully, making her smile shyly.

"Hi." Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, feeling embarrassed that she even considered that about him.

"What about the other thing?".

Leaning into his seat, he tilted his head back. "Oh, you mean the thing about what we are?".

She nodded. "Yeah."

He hummed absently. "I don't know. What do you think?".

Puffing out her cheeks, she shrugged. "I don't know."

"Are you okay with that?".

"No."

"Neither am I." He sighed. "But I know that I like you. A lot. And that I'd really like to ask you out."

"Really?".

He nodded. "Some day."

She smiled slightly. "I'm okay with some day."

"Yeah?".

"I like you a lot too, Spencer."

"Well, good." He grinned.

When they got out of the car, Spencer walked at her side and she saw an opportunity. She didn't take his hand, still hesitant about that. But she did brush her finger against the side of his hand. On purpose. It made him look back at her and smile softly.

The second they stepped through the threshold of Spencer's apartment, things became softer. He gently took the jacket from her and hung it up, then he shut the door and made sure it was locked. He told her to sit while he made her a cup of tea without being asked.

But she didn't stay there for long. She got up and wandered over to him.

"Spencer."

"Mhm?".

"Can you please turn around?".

He furrowed his eyebrows, concerned but did as asked. He wasn't even fully turned towards her when he felt her arms wrap around his waist. At first, he froze, unsure of how to respond. But seconds passed, and she still hadn't let go. Her head nestled against his collarbone. Then, he sighed and loosely let his arms fall around her, leaving room for her to move away if she wanted.

"What... what's this for?". He breathed out slowly, like if he exhaled too hard she'd disappear.

Spencer's good. Spencer's safe. Spencer's safe. Spencer's safe.

"You make it feel okay." She whispered, melting his heart.

"Are you sure?".

She nodded, closing her eyes. "Don't let go of me, Spen."

Bringing her closer to him, his arms tightened around her a little. "It's okay. I've got you."

When she had enough, she pulled back but not away from him. He gently got her to look at him without touching her face.

"That's my girl." He whispered.

But it didn't scare her. It was comforting. His girl. Yeah, she could handle that.

"Am I?". She asked.

He chuckled. "If you want to be."

"If you're okay with me not liking people touching me."

"Hey, if I'm the only one that's allowed, I am so okay with that."

She giggled, making him smile as she gently pulled away from him.

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Update???

spencer agnew x fem!reader

platonic!smosh x fem!reader

wc: 4.5k

warnings: fluff, reddit, established relationship, engagement and pregnancy announcement

a/n: this was not supposed to be this long but it got away from me. its also not proof read so i apologise for any mistakes. the photos used in this piece are also only there for reference and are not meant to be indicative of what the reader looks like

What better way to announce something to your coworkers and fans than with an update on the reddit story you posted about being in love with your best friend and roommate?

Sitting on the couch at the back of the studio, you watched and laughed as Amanda and Angela exploded on the couch at the reddit story Shayne had just read. You always loved reddit stories, it was one of your favourite shows to be on and watch, though it had been a while since you had been on set for one because of other commitments. But today was special, today your story was going to be read out and your friends on camera were in for quite the surprise. 

Finishing up the 2nd to last story, Shayne let out a small chuckle and looked to you on the couch quickly with a questioning glance before moving back to his camera mark.

“Okay this is our final story and Bailey has put a note that it is one of [Y/N]’s favourites”

From her spot behind the camera, Bailey gave you a sly smile and a wink. She was the only other person in the room apart from you who knew what was about to happen and what the story really was. 

Angela immediately perked up a little, sitting up from where she had slouched on the couch after the last story and tucked her legs up under her and leaned into Amanda, ready to give her full attention to this story, eyes briefly flashing to look at you before they went back to Shayne, “Oh my god, this is goinna be good.”

Amanda laughed beside her and nodded in agreement, “Oh yeah, [Y/N] has shown me some of her favourite stories before, I’m excited for this.” Shayne let out a little laugh and nodded with them. 

“This story comes from r/Relationship_Advice and is from 2020 and is titled ‘I’m in love with my best friend and roommate’”

Amanda and Angela both let out a little aww at the title but Amanda was quick to say “As much as I love a good friends to lovers story, let’s hold off on that because these other stories have been insane, let wait until we hear the whole story.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right, let’s lock in.” Angela quickly steeled her face and you let out a small chuckle from where you sat behind the camera, already knowing what story was coming and as Shayne started a reading, a small content smile made its way to your face.

“Obligatory, this is a throwaway account. I (f 28) am in love with my (m 29) best friend and roommate who we will call Charlie for anonymity. In 2016, I moved to a new city for work and was invited to a party by a friend, where I met Charlie and we hit it off right away. We have very similar tastes in music, videos and games and we spent around 70% of the party talking to each other and swapped numbers and we quickly became close, going out to new movies, finding the most obscure indie movies to watch together and having many game nights at one of our apartments. It was these game nights where our friendship really blossomed, we would talk about anything and everything and conversation would be so easy because we would never run out of anything to talk about and even in moments of silence, it was soft and comfortable. Working in the entertainment industry, I sometimes feel like I’m having to perform when I’m in the office to match the energy of those around me but with Charlie there was no performance needed. We could simply exist in a shared space and enjoy each other's presence, there was no need to perform or entertain, we could just be ourselves.”

Amanda and Angela both melted a little on the couch, sweet smiles tracing their lips and you couldn’t help but smile as well. The early days of your friendship with Spencer were quite englightning, in previous friendships you had always given away parts of yourself, energy and time, but had never gotten anything in return. You were the person people turned to when they needed a shoulder to cry on, someone to vent to or even just someone to stave away the boredom, but when you needed that your friends never had the time and it took you a very long time to learn that it wasn’t healthy. That relationships, even friendships, are a give and a take and you were always giving and giving and giving until it ran you dry. 

But it was never like that with Spencer, if you needed him he was there. Even if he was a country away, the second you text him that something was wrong he was on the phone to talk you through it and support you. He reached out to you as much as you reached out to him, you were the first person he would text in the morning and at night and even if he didn’t have much time he would still take the time to send a silly meme or a funny picture captioned ‘you’ because he knew it made your day just a little bit better. He included you in plans and events outside of your weekly game or movie nights, inviting you as his plus one for things Smosh was involved in and always bringing you to the holiday parties at the office and introducing you to people as his best friend with the widest grin on his face. 

And you would do the same for him, picking up the phone when he needed you and rushing to his place with snacks and shitty movie recommendations that you could laugh at when he had a bad day, supporting him through many late night editing nightmares with corrupted files and bad audio, texting him things that reminded him of you. And when you couldn’t be there in person, you were sending him memes and videos throughout the day, post mating him coffee and kickstarts and sending little reminders to drink water and get up and walk when you knew he would be stuck at the editing bay for hours. Taking him out to cool food spots you found, little unknown family ran businesses that had the best vibes and great customer services, bringing him to movie events and press events for projects you were working on and proudly introducing him to your family as your favourite person when they came to visit you.

One of you never took more than the other, or gave more. It was a mutual comfortable companionship where you never demanded more than what the other could give. It was the foundation of every part of your relationship, platonic and romantic. As Shayne moved on in the story, you tuned back in despite knowing every word by heart.

“Then in 2018, I started workin for the same digital media company Charlie and our mutual friend worked at, as an editor and production assistant. My desk was right next to his, and on my first day he left my favourite snack and monster flavour (despite the many playful arguments we had over monster vs kickstart) alongside a note of encouragement, which I thought was really sweet”

“That’s so cute.” Amanda had raised her hand to her heart and looked like she was starting to tear up a little at the words, Angela nodded her head in agreement and let out a little chuckle as well as she voiced her thoughts.

“I honestly thought that Spencer was the only person who drinks Mountain Dew Kickstart.”

Laughter boomed throughout the room, all of the cast and crew laughing at the comment, including you. Spencers love for the energy drink was a well known thing and a recurring joking argument in your relationship was if monster or kickstart was the superior energy drink. Once Shayne’s laughter had quietened down, he continued with the story.

“The notes became a recurring thing, if I had a long day full of meetings and preparations for videos I would find a note on my computer screen with either a joke or encouraging words and it always perked me right up if I was feeling down. Charlie also worked as an editor at the time and during long days that stretched into nights of editing we fell into a comfortable pattern of sharing snacks and jokes like they were sacred texts that only existed in the space of the editing bay and only existed for us to know about. We would talk and laugh and help the other when it was needed but somewhere along the way it turned into something more. Our chairs would end up closer together, his hand would find mine to rub soothing circles against the skin to ground me when I got frustrated, mine would be on the base of his neck rubbing at the muscles to relieve the tension and aches in it from sitting slouched most of the day. Casual touching became our normal and what had started in the quiet space of our editing sprees spread outside of it, his hand on my knee when driving, holding my hand when walking through a crowd, my head in his lap when watching movies and his hands in my hair.”

Amandas eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion starting to worm its way into her brain as her eyes scanned the room and landed on your. She wasn’t with Smosh when you started working with them, but you were sure you had heard the stories of how much you and Spencer acted like a couple before you were actually a couple. She let out a little “okay” before turning back to Shayne, but she still looked a little suspicious. 

“I think those were the earliest moments I remember being like ‘oh shit, i like him as more than a friend’ but I truly tried to push it down and push it away because I didn’t think he felt the same and I didn’t want to ruin what we had and risk losing him. So I ignored the feelings, pushed them to the side and just stayed being the best friend I could be. Recently however, I’ve been finding it hard to ignore it. Just before the lockdown started, we moved in together. Don’t get me wrong, I love living with Charlie. He’s a great roommate but being in such close proximity with him, almost 24/7, has made ignoring my feelings difficult”

You remember moving in with Spencer, it was a necessity at the time but one you wouldn’t change for the world. The panic around the pandemic was rising and when the whispers of a lockdown started both of your previous roommates took the chance to go back to their homes while they could, which you fully understood, so not being able to afford rent on your apartments by yourselves, you and Spencer moved in together. It was simultaneously one of the best decisions of your life and one of the most stressful. 

Spencer was a good roommate, more than that he was a fantastic roommate. He took care of his own mess and laundry, was happy to help with chores and understood boundaries and when you needed your own space. He never once complained when you asked him to do something and was always quick to help when you needed a hand, very quickly the two of you moved with a quiet domesticity that was natural and almost seemed inevitable. 

And then the quiet, casual intimacy that was born in the editing bay evolved into something more again. His hand on your waist as he reached into a cupboard above you, how his hand always reached for yours across the couch on movie night only to pull you closer to lay against his body, your legs thrown over his while you worked on scripts and ideas for lockdown appropriate videos and he played games on the tv, how casually he would pull you to sit on to his lap when he wanted you to check something on the video he was editing. 

The most daming one of all that sent you spiraling and triggered the original reddit post was how he looked at you like there was something reverant about you. You hhad been helping him edit a games video, your focus on the screen in front of you and then when you turned to Spencer to tell him it all looked good you caught him staring. Your breath had hitched and your heart pounded hard against your chest, almost to the point of pain and you were convinced Spencer could hear it. The look he had given you was so intimate and vulnerable. It was as if he was seeing deep into the very being of your soul and had seen every part of it, all the good, the bad, the pure and the broken and he had decided that there was something sacred and beautiful about it. Something worth loving in it. And it terrified you. 

So much so that when he reached a hand out to cup your cheek, you quickly made an excuse about needing to finish something for your meeting the next day and practically ran out of the room and into your own where you proceeded to spiral and spill your guts to reddit.  

“Every day it gets harder and harder not to tell him how I feel. We could be doing the most mundane thing like washing dishes together or cooking and I look over at him and I just become so overwhelmed with feelings and emotions that I want to blurt out that I love him. Just tonight, I was helping him edit something and when I turned to tell him that it looked good I froze. He was looking at me like he loved me too and my heart felt like it was going to explode but I didn’t say anything, instead I ran out of the room with the excuse of having work to do and came to reddit instead because I needed to get this out of my system. I have never had anyone look at me the way he did, like they loved every single part of me and they he had already planned our future together in their mind. So reddit, any advice?”

Shaynes voice was soft as he finished the story and you smiled softly to yourself as every emotion you were feeling that night came back with the memories. Angela and Amanda both had tears in their eyes and they were snuggled up together on the couch with Angelas head on Amandas shoulders. There was silence for a few seconds as the pair gathered their thoughts and feelings about this story. Amanda was the first to speak, her throat clearing before she did so she didn’t sound choked up, “Okay, well first of all. Girl, go get your man.” 

Angela and Shayne laughed at Amandas comment and she continued, “You also better tell me there's an update to this one.” She glared slightly and pointed at Sahyne, trying her best to look intimidating and scary and Shayne only laughed but he nodded his head.

“There is an update but let's get some comments and thoughts from you guys first.”

Amanda just replied with a “Good” as her gaze softened again, there was still a little look of suspicion in her eyes as she pieced together timelines and the story but she didn’t voice it and when she looked at you, you just smiled. 

“I can see why it’s one of [Y/N]’s favourites, she's a sucker for friends to lovers. I agree with Amanda, go get him OP. Tell him how you feel! If I can tell through this reddit post just how down bad for you that man is, then OP needs to tell him.” 

Shayne nodded along to what Angela had said and rubbed a hand against his jaw, “Yeah, like it definitely seems from what OPs saying that Charlie also has feelings for them as well but as always with reddit stories we’re not getting the full picture,”

Amanda and Angela nodded and agreed but Amanda was quick to jump in with, “Yeah, I get that but I don’t know…Theres something about this post that is so uniquely vulnerable that I can’t help but feel like we’ve got a pretty good look at whats happening. I mean, its a little cliche and like a hallmark movie but we’ve seen things like this play out in real life. Like friends and coworkers who start dating and fall in love, its is a very real possibility” 

“Yeah, it's a very real possibility. I mean we saw it play out with Shayne and Courtney and even though we weren’t here for it, Spencer and [Y/N] as well. They were friends who happened to fall in love and they’re each other's perfect matches.” Shayne nodded along to Angela’s words and quickly glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes.  

Shayne moves on to reading some of the comments, all of them supportive and encouraging you to tell ‘Charlie’ how to feel and reiterating the same thoughts as Amanda and Angela that he was obviously in love with you too. 

As the studio door opens, you smile and scooch over on the sofa, Spencer carefully sneaks behind the cameras and joins you on the sofa his arm automatically wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you against his chest. “Have they got to it yet?”

His whispers into your ear gently and you grin up at him and shake your head, “They’ve just done comments and they’re moving onto the update now.” A wide grin stretches across Spencers face, matching your own and he places a kiss on your forehead before turning back to watch Shayne reading the next part of your story. 

“Okay, so the update was posted literally this morning. 5 years after the original post.” Shaynes eyes scan down the update as he speaks and you and Spencer can’t help but laugh as his eyes widen in shock and he so so slowly moved around to look at the two of you on the couch, the camera following his line of sight and showing you almost doubled over in laughter as Spencer clutches his stomach. Amanda and Angela look between the two of you and Shayne with questioning looks on their face and Angela starts to almost shout, “What is happening right now? Shayne what is going on?”

Shayne shakes his head and turns back to Amanda and Angela who are looking at him with raised eye brows, “Okay, okay lets get into this update. You guys aren’t ready for this”

Despite still being confused about what is happened, Amanda and Angela settle back into the sofa and give their full attention as Shayne starts.

“Hi guys, I know its been 5 years since the last post on this account but I got a little overwhelmed with everything that happened and got swept up into my life with my boyfriend ‘Charlie’. For thos who are new here, back in 202 in the middle of the lockdown I posted about how I was in love with my best friend and roommate Charlie and I received a lot of positive comments encouraging me to tell Charlie how I felt. It has been 5 years since that post but there's been some big developments in the last few months that I thought an update was deserved.”

“Oh my god they're married!” Angela practically jumped out of her seat as she shouted and Amanda placed a hand on her shoulder while laughing at her antics as Shayne laughed along, “Settle down babe” 

“Okay first of all, after posting my story I stayed up until 2am reading the comments on my original post and crying at all the support everyone had shown me, I can’t thank you all enough for the words of encouragement because without it, I think I would have sat and spiralled about how I destroyed any chance of a relationship with the most amazing man alive. Secondly, after reading all the comments I put on my big girl pants and went to see if Charlie was still awake, thankfully he’s a night owl and frequently stays up late playing games or watching movies and I found him in the living room with a movie on in the background. I asked him if we could talk and he said yes. I’m not going to go into the details of our conversation because it got very personal and very vulnerable.” 

Spencers squeezed your shoulder gently and started rubbing soft circles into the fabric of yours (his) jumper, that conversation was hard to have. Vulnerability was always a little foreign to you, showing feelings and weaknesses, something you feared because it had been turned against you time and time again, but with Spencer it was different. 

That night you laid your soul bare to him, every heartache that led you to be who you were today. Every little thing that was said and done to you that made you fear not only being in love, but being loved by another person so wholly and completely. Every insecurity you had and reason you felt you didn’t deserve to be loved tumbled out of you like a tidal wave that just couldn’t be stopped once you had started. You cried, Spencer cried but still he held you in his arms and rubbed your back as he promised you he loved you. You were never too much and never would be too much. He loved how much you cared and how you loved with not just your entire heart but your whole being. He loved everything about you, not despite but regardless. 

That night your living room changed from simply a shared living space to a sacred sanctuary where the first chapter of your love story was etched into your bones and souls and the cosmos as you promised to show up for each other and love each other through the hardest moments of life. 

“But we did talk and realised we had both been harbouring feelings for each other for a while and we began dating. The last 5 years have been absolutely incredible. I won't lie and say that it's been all sunshine and rainbows and that it's been easy the whole time, because it hasn’t. Like any couple we’ve had fights and arguments and stressful situations but one of the things we both value in a relationship is open and honest communication so we’ve always been able to work through these things even if it does take a few days to actually sit down and talk. Because that's what love is, it’s showing up and trying even when things are hard. Now onto the real meat of the update and the reason I decided to post an update, don’t worry its a good thing. Charlie and I recently got engaged!”

Amanda and Angela both smile widely as Shayne reads and lets out a “yay!”, clapping their hands together while Shayne side eyes you and Spencer on the couch before he continues, “It wasn’t a big surprise or out in public, but quiet and intimate and perfect. I had been cooking dinner for us with some music playing in the background when he got home from work (I had left earlier because of a doctor's appointment) and he came into the kitchen, kissed me and started a normal conversation, I was none the wiser. Once the food was done and I removed it from the heat he pulled me back into his chest and started swaying me gently to the music and we danced like that for a few minutes just enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms. Charlie then spins me and when I turn to face him, there he is down on one knee with a beautiful ring. Through tears, I said yes and now we are happily engaged. It was perfect. Thank you reddit so much for your advice and support, I wouldn’t be here without you and yes I will post a picture of the ring.”

As Shaye finished the story, anxiety shot through you because you knew Amanda and Angela would want to see the ring, it was the whole point of this story being in the video but still you couldn’t help the nerves that bubbled up inside you for your friend's reaction to your engagement. Amanda and Angela wipe small tears from their eyes as they immediately ask Shayne for the iPad to see the photo and you brace yourself. Posted at the bottom your reddit story is a photo of you and Spencer one of his arms wrapped around your chest while he places a kiss to your check and your left hand on his bicep, showing off your engagement ring. 

The response is immediate shouting of “what the fuck!” from both Angela and Amanda, followed by both their heads winging round to you and Spencer on the couch. Your anxiety slowly being replaced with happiness and you both laugh at their outburst, they look to the iPad and then back to you and then the iPad and back to you multiple times as the shock settles, the cameras following their movements. “I can’t believe it!” “You gotta be kidding me??” 

They both start shouting over each other, questions of how, what, when and where all flying at once and your’re still laughing, tears forming in your eyes, when Angela barrels across the room in what seems like rage but it actually pure joy as she tears you up from the sofa and engulfs you in a tight hug that has the air leaving your lungs. 

“Oh my god you guys. This is incredible. Congratulations!” She lets you go and hugs Spencer in the same way as Shayne and Amanda make their way over and hug you too, offering their own congratulations. Though Amanda whispers in your ear, jokingly, about how sneaky that was and she was suspicious that it was you from the first story while also saying how happy she was. After a few minutes of hugs and congratulations, Bailey calls them back onto the set to finish off the video and as everyone settles in again your shout to Shayne “There’s another photo!” 

He looks confused for a second before scrolling on the iPad again and coming across the final photo, his jaw dropping open completely as he turns it to Amanda and Angela. This one he doesn’t share with the audience, immediately dropping back into his host persona as he does the outro for the video while Amanda and Angela freak out on the other couch. 

“Thank you for watching and let us know how you feel about the bomb that just dropped”

As soon as the cameras are cut, Amanda and Angela aren’t even bothering to get their mic’s off as they run up to you with the iPad and shove it in your face almost accusingly, the photo of the ultrasound staring back at your face and making you smile, both shouting at the same time “ARE YOU PREGNANT?”

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@ userone: always knew [Y/N] was a reddittor ↳ @ usertwo: they're with spencer, are we sure they're a redditor by choice? @ userthree: YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE IT AT THAT! WHAT WAS THE OTHER PHOTO ↳ @ userfour: no literally. that was just...evil @ userfive: the look on shayne's face as he read ahead on the update absolutely sent me ↳ @ usersix: i was in tears, he has the best facial expressions

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yourusername forever grateful to the universe (and court) for bringing me to you (p.s scroll to the end to see what the second photo was 👀)

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co_mill forever grateful for you my love ‪‪❤︎‬ and i can't wait to meet smoshs newest member!

userone another smosh baby has hit the timeline

↳ usertwo and its a baby chosen 😭

angelagiovanagiarratana still not over you telling us in a REDDIT VIDEO

↳ userthree okay but that was hilarious

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yall would you read superheroes!smosh x reader?

please interact if you would and let me know if you would like to be tagged in any

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would u ever be interested in writing any olivia sui/reader ? 🩷

yeah of course xx