What I will NOT put in my fanfics: smut, incest, r@pe, anything non-consensual, or really anything I donât want to.
I write slowly!! Also, comments are always appreciated đ
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Hiii!! You can call me Sun, I like to think Iâm pretty funny and Iâve been writing a lot since I was a kid, although not to this extent lol. Welcome to my page (blog?) Iâm happy to be here and I hope youâre happy too. So just to say I decided to repurpose this account from just reading and liking to actuality posting fanfiction. So yes I am going to post one shots or maybe longer ones if people ask for it or if I want to.
I will be posting about Smosh, mostly Spencer. I also will maybe (big maybe) be doing stuff about other things like tlou or mha.
Disclaimers:
My first language is not English so if there is any grammatical or structure errors just tell me (kindly) and Iâll change it!
Also, I will do rpf for most parts so I will say if anyone included in those fanfictions is uncomfortable and doesnât want that kinda stuff about them I will take them down!
If I see any hate comments about me OR other people (that are not problematic) I will delete them.
Thank you and I hope youâll like my writing!! Love yall, have a good day.
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Summary: Youâve been on Smosh for a good enough amount of time for you to say you knew your coworkers pretty well. And more so you knew Spencer Agnew pretty well. You talk to each other every day, he knows some of your deepest secrets and you know about his. But, you may arbor a secret hidden deep in your heart⊠that even you didnât know.
Pairing: Spencer Agnew x GN!reader
Word count: 4k
Note: After two weeks my first fanfic is finally out, so.. any constructive criticism is welcomed, and Iâm so excited to be doing this cuz a couple years ago I almost published on wattpad but then decided against it. But hopefully Iâm not gonna do the same thing again and actually post things. Also midway in I realised my writing was like, packed, and I had to change some things. So if you see any incoherent sentences or smt just lmk. I like talking If u didnât notice.. chile anyways thank you if you decide to read this corny ahh story Iâm gonna let u go now
Iâm also gonna pretend Alex Tran never left cuz heâs such a sweetheart and heâs kinda cute ngl⊠what omg who said that.
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Youâve had this job as an editor for Smosh for ten years now. You were there for the Defy era, when Anthony left, when mythical bought Smosh and when Anthony came back and both him and Ian bought Smosh back, up until now. Some of those years were hard but all your friends and colleagues helped you stay up during those times. But it was mostly because of the one you were closest with, Spencer.
The first time you had seen him was during your first week at Smosh in 2016. He immediately caught your eye with those witty jokes and⊠uh⊠yeah, thatâs pretty it. But nonetheless, he did joke his way into your heart, and you soon considered him as a close friend you could always talk to about anything anywhere.
After all those years, your friendship never faltered and you stayed strong during the hardest times at Smosh. Now, the company never felt better and Spencer and you were both doing great on and off camera.
Your friendship bloomed and now Spencer brings you tea every morning with a different opinion on a game he just played.
âBro Leonâs muscles got so much bigger in the new game, itâs actually crazy. Thatâs all people talk about.â He says, placing one mug with tea on your desk, with the other in his right hand.
âGood morning to you too Spencer.â You take the mug he gave you and take a sip while finally looking into his eyes.
He looks at you like you must know what heâs talking about. And if you didnât? Well, you sure will after heâs done talking to you.
But before he could start talking in length and depth about some guyâs muscles you start talking about something else.
âAre you in any shoots today? Or just editing and doing, whatever a Smosh games director does?â
âUh no, Iâm just directing a Scrabble Slam game today. With Chanse, Damien, Arasha and Courtney itâs gonna be chill for a friday.â He pushes his glasses up his nose.
Spencer then starts looking around like he was searching for someone.
âHave you seen Alex Tran anywhere? I gotta talk to him before we start shooting.â He glances towards Alexâs desk only to find it empty.
âMaybe heâs on set. You know, like preparing stuff or something. That, or he went to take a shit in the bathroom, you never know.â
He chuckles at your kinda stupid but realistic theory of Alex absolutely destroying the company bathroom before the day even started.
âYeah I think Iâm gonna go check the set first, thanks.â
Spencer doesnât start his way to the set like you thought he would, and he just stands there staring into your eyes.
You stare at each other for a moment, though you donât know how much time passes. It feels like decades but seconds at the same time, but either way you canât tear your eyes from him.
The air seems to become heavier and tension is building. You suddenly have difficulty breathing, but that doesnât have anything to do with Spencer⊠right? Right. It's just the tea doing something weird to you. Probably.
âHey Spenc- oh sorry, am I.. interrupting something?â
You both look away only to find Alex staring at you like you both might explode in the next five seconds, which, letâs be honest, was probably really close to reality.
You feel your cheeks burn for apparently no reason, though it might be for being caught staring longingly in your best friend's eyes. Spencer stumbles on his words before being able to answer Alex.
âUh no, no youâre fine Alex. We were just.. uh.. talking. Yeah just.. just talking you know.â
You look up to see Spencer, and youâre surprised to catch the slight red tint on his cheeks. But before you could dig further into it, he rapidly changes the conversation around.
âWhere were you? I've been looking for you dude. We have to talk before we go on set.â He asks, skillfully distracting both Alex and you from the awkward situation you found yourselves in.
âOh yeah, I was in the bathroom, took some time. What is it you wanna talk about?â
You and Spencer quickly look at each other and almost burst out laughing. You hide your smile with your hand and look away, trying to calm down.
âAre yâall⊠okay?â Alex squints at us.
âYeah weâre fine, donât worry about it, man.â You force out without breaking.
âIf you say so⊠Iâm gonna go in the kitchen, you can join me there Spence. See you later, y/n.â Alex walks away, still perplexed about your weird reactions.
Spencer and you share a glance before laughter erupts. Youâre leaning forward, holding your desk so you donât fall over cackling. Spencerâs whole body is shaking, and heâs hiding half his face with his hand, trying to hide the tiny blush on his cheeks caused by your laugh.
You both are giggling messes, but you wouldnât ask for anything else right now. Being yourself with Spencer is just.. fulfilling.
With a last sigh, you both come to a stop in your laughter.
Spencer gets up from where heâs leaning on your desk and turns to you.
âShouldâve placed a bet on where he was, you wouldâve won millions.â He says, along with his charming smile. You can feel your heart beat hard in your chest, like it wants to escape your ribcage.
âYeah, shouldâve.â Your voice is just above a whisper.
Silence stretches between you.
Heâs looking at you like he wants to say something but canât find the right words.
âYou should go find Alex before he actually drags you by your collar.â You softly smile.
âYeahâŠâ He sighs. âSee you later?â
âSee you later.â
Spencer leaves with an ache in his chest, glancing back at you once before breaching the kitchen door, tea still in hand. The whole time, you stare at his back, only looking away a couple seconds after heâs gone.
You turn back to your computer, only to see Amandaâs eyes peeking from the top.
âHi? You okay?â You are genuinely concerned for her.
âI should be the one to ask you. What was all⊠That?â She gently asks, leaning in like she was sharing a secret.
âAnd, what exactly is⊠That?â
âAre you kidding? You and Spencer just stared at each other like he was your husband leaving for war. For so long too.â Amanda utters, baffled you hadnât realised.
âWhat? No we didnât. We were just talking, thatâs all.â
âRight⊠And I never got pregnant! Your eyes donât lie sweetie, thereâs definitely something there.â She walks around your desk and props herself up beside you, right where Spencer was.
âNo, thereâs nothing between us Amanda.â You look up at her. âI donât even like him like that! You feel your heart tighten at your own words.
âThen how do you feel?â
You close your mouth, trying to form words in your head before they get out without your consent.
Spencer is definitely a sweetheart, I wouldnât want to destroy our friendship of ten years just because of stupid feelings. I donât think I could live without him, even if I tried.
Heâs already doing so much for me, I wouldnât want to impede on him any more. He brings me tea everyday, when Iâm feeling down heâs the first to notice and the first to tell me to sit down and drink some water. Heâs the one that comes by my house with a light meal when Iâm sick, and the one that lets me use his shoulder to cry on. He gives me his hoodie when Iâm cold, only to tell me to keep it because it apparently looks better on me anyway.
But at the same time⊠It would be so good. I could hold his hand when weâre walking side by side. Weâd spend every day together, talking and playing games while heâs playing with my hair and Iâm staring at his tattoos with no remorse.
Sure, we already do a lot of those things, and the only thing that would really change is our title, with of course the kissing and stuffâŠ
Oh god⊠The number of times I've spent dreaming about kissing his lips, his jaw, his neck, his chest⊠The thought of that alone could overpower my desire to not ruin our friendship.
But then, we could stare and hold each other while weâre laying in bed⊠Realising thatâs where we want to be for the rest of our lives. We could order take out and cuddle on the couch while watching a sappy romance movie weâre not really paying attention to, only thinking about the other.
In other words, I really, really want to go out with Spencer.
But, can I? Will he let me or am I going to completely fuck up those ten years weâve spent learning to know the other inside and out.
ây/n?â Amanda rips you out of your mind, concerned as youâve been staring at nothing while gnawing at your nail for the past five minutes after she asked you that stupid question. âYou okay in there?â
âYeah, yeah. Iâm fine, just⊠Contemplating on things.â You try to sound convincing, but she already knows what you were thinking about just now.
You sigh. âThe thing is, I donât want to stop being friends with him only because I⊠Like him. I mean, I shouldnât even be feeling those things for him in the first place. Itâs not right.â You look down.
ây/nâŠâ Amanda takes your hand in hers, making you look up at her.
âItâs okay to feel. Itâs even more okay to feel for Spencer. Heâs an awesome guy, and honestly? Heâs perfect for you. He cares so much about you, and he would never let you go for something so tiny. But I know, y/n, that he likes you very much, just like you do. He just doesnât want to lose you either, so he never told you. This man is hopelessly in love with you. He brings you tea every morning, and he doesnât do that for anyone else and sometimes I see you glance at each other and itâs like you have a whole conversation with just your eyes. If you want something to happen, you have to act on it.â
She jolts you up on your feet, a determined look on her face.
âTonight. Invite him over to your place, and when youâre done eating and youâre watching a move or something, confess how you feel. Tell him exactly what youâre thinking, and I assure you everythingâs going to be alright. If heâs too chicken to admit it, then youâll have to.â
She squeezes your hands.
Tonight? Confess my feelings?
âAmanda, I donât know⊠What if he rejects me, Iâll never be able to face him ever again after this.â you feel yourself panic, absolutely scared shitless of Spencer never talking to you again because you said you liked him.
âHeâs not, trust me.â She locks eyes with you. âBut in the 0.1% chance that he doesnât like you back⊠then heâs missing out on something awesome and heâs going to regret it.â
You crack a smile. âIf youâre so sure about this then⊠I think Iâm going to do it.â
Amanda smiles proudly. âThere you go. Thatâs the y/n I know.â
You chuckle, feeling a lot better than before. Now, youâre sure about your feelings for Spencer and youâre going to tell him tonight.
Youâre really scared but also kinda excited for him to know exactly what youâre feeling.
âOkay. I have to go, but if you need to talk before tonight, you know where to find me, alright?â
You nod, also having to go back to work so the day can pass faster to the end of the day.
Amanda steps away, and leaves you alone with your now clear thoughts.
For now, you focus on work and you try not to think too much about tonight.
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By the end of the day, youâre exhausted. Youâve been staring at a screen for hours and youâre more than ready to go home.
You save everything and close your computer with a sigh. You stretch your arms up, your shirt lifting a little, only to show a tiny peak of your skin.
Ugh, Iâm so tired, but stillâŠ
You get that weird feeling in your chest when youâre stressed, and you know exactly why. All day, youâve been nervous about telling Spencer. Whatâs he going to say? Is he going to hate you? Or like you back? If you think with what Amanda told you, he shouldnât leave your apartment the second you tell him right?
You get up, furtively glancing around the office to find Spencer. You catch a glimpse of his curly dark hair by the door of the gameâs set, talking with who seems to be Luke.
You slowly pack up your things, trying not to let fear consume your thoughts. If it does, youâre probably going to run away and never talk to him.
You suddenly hear footsteps coming your way, and youâre pretty sure itâs Spencer.
Okay. I can do this, I just have to ask him if he wants to come to my apartment tonight. Weâre going to order some Homestate and maybe watch a movie. Then, Iâm going to say âOh hey, by the way, I kinda like you⊠alotâŠâ And if he rejects me⊠Iâm going to laugh and say âItâs a prank, hahaha so funny.â That way, I donât completely embarrass myself.
You sip up your bag and put it on your shoulder, before turning around. You come face to face with Spencer, and for a moment, you just stare into his beautiful brown eyes. You snap back to reality when a hand waves in front of your face.
âYou okay in there?â
You stare at him for a second, then as reality checks in, you feel your cheeks burn.
âYeah I am, sorry about that.â You look away, suddenly unable to look at him. He stares at you oddly, wondering why youâre acting so weird. This morning you were fine, so, what happened?
Before he could put a word in, you start talking.
âHey, soâŠâ You pause. âDo you want to hang out tonight? It could be at my apartment, and we can order something. Then weâll watch a movie, if you want.â You awkwardly ask.
You both start walking to the exit, walking side by side.
He stares at you for a moment, and it makes you wonder if you said something wrong.
âHell yeah, we havenât hung you in a while.â He softly smiles at you, the smile that never shows on camera, the one only you and some of your coworkers get to see.
You relax slightly. âCool. wanna come over at like, eight?â You hopefully say.
You reach the door, and he opens it for you, letting you pass before getting out too. Your cars are kinda close, so you walk together to them.
âFor sure. I can get some Homestate on the way, if you want.â He smirks, knowing youâll say yes like every other time heâs proposed that.
âYeah that would be great, actually.â
You come to a stop as you finally reach your car. You look at Spencer, and you help but feel the love you have for him, silently hoping he does too.
âSo⊠Later alligator?â You cringe, you talked before thinking again. âSorry, donât know why I said that..â
He chuckles softly as you open your car door but donât step in yet.
âIn a while crocodile.â His voice is merely a whisper as he says that. He then starts walking away, waving at you. You wave back, getting in your car and softly closing the door.
You canât wait for tonight.
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Youâre on your couch, scrolling on your phone. Itâs almost 8 pm and youâre trying not to panic send a text to Spencer saying he shouldnât come over.
You take a deep breath, closing your phone and putting it face down on the table in front of you.
You lean on the couch, trying to get comfortable while waiting for Spencer, when a knock sounds from your door, making you jump up. You hurry to the door, unlocking it before swinging it open.
There stood Spencer, Homestate bag in hand, a soft smile on his face.
âHi. Come in.â You open the door wider, letting him through.
He goes straight for the table in front of your couch, putting the bag down and then digging in. you softly close the door, turning to face him.
âI got our usual. What are we watching?â He gets his food out in front of him and puts yours on his right, where you always sit.
You linger near the door, suddenly uncertain about all this. He notices youâre not seated next to him yet, so he glances up at you.
âAre you stuck to the door or something? Come sit.â He says, raising an eyebrow under his glasses.
You hesitate, but end up giving in to his request, your voice almost a whisper. âYeah.â
You give him a soft smile, going to sit on the couch to his right, in front of the food he already put out for you. You settle in, your thighs touching a little making your neck warm up.
He feels your thigh but says nothing, not wanting you to pull away. Instead, he puts a blanket that was on the back of the couch on both your legs.
âWanna watch Glatiator? I know weâve both seen it but itâs been a while.â He leans back, his hands on his legs. He noted something was off with you when you asked him to hang out earlier this day, and tonight was probably a good time to ask you about it. Later, he tells himself.
âUh, yeah thatâs good.â
He puts the movie on, glancing at you once before you both start eating.
A quarter done in the movie and both of you finished your plates. Youâre now silently watching the movie, thighs still touching.
The famous quote âAre you not entertained!â happens, but after that you werenât really watching anymore. Spencer had put his arm on the back of the couch, which means itâs now around your shoulders. The warmth on the back of your neck is almost suffocating, but he doesnât seem to notice. Youâre squirming, trying really hard to focus on the movie in front of you, but you just canât when Spencerâs so close to you.
He frowns, turning to you as he notices your fidgeting,
âAre you okay? I saw you were acting weird today and it just seems to be worse now. Do you want to talk about it?â He gently asks.
You sigh, looking down. âIâm fine, I justâŠâ You pause, glancing into his eyes. âCan you promise me something?â
âOf course, anything.â
âCan you promise to not hate me after this? Youâre my best friend and I wouldnât want that to end.â
He frowns. âYouâre scaring me a little but⊠I promise to not hate you after.â
You look at the wall in front of you and take a deep breath, praying for everything to go right.
âListen, weâve been friends for ten years, and it's probably been going on for some time now, but I like you. Like really, really like you. Iâve been thinking about it a lot, and itâs totally okay if you donât like me back, but I just had to tell you. Itâs been taking over all my thoughts for the whole day and I donât think I couldâve spent longer without telling you. If you find me gross and weird-â
âY/n.â
â-I understand, but Iâd really like if we could stay friends because youâre really important to me-â
âY/n!â
You stop, mouth still open. You didnât expect him to talk so loudâ granted, you just did not hear when he talked normallyâ so you just gape at him, eyes wide.
He looks amused by your speech, and that could mean so many things. He could be mocking you, pitying you, just being polite. You hope itâs none of those.
âSorry for shouting, but you werenât letting me say a word. In fact, I do like you too. I have for a while.â He rubs the back of his neck, like heâs trying to shoo away the heat crawling up.
âIâve been meaning to tell you, but every time I wanted to either someone interrupted or I got scared. I was- I am scared because I donât want to lose you. Youâre the person I cherish the most, I donât think I could live without you.â
You stay silent, heat rising to your cheeks. Your heart beats fast and your hands are sweaty.
After a couple seconds, you finally talk. âYou⊠like me?â
âI do. Itâs pretty hard not to. Youâre incredible in many ways.â
âShut up.â You laugh, getting embarrassed.
He looks you in the eyes, suddenly serious. Youâre facing each other, and you feel a pull towards him. You glance down at his lips, him doing the same.
âCan I kiss you?â He asks softly, like he canât disrupt the air in between the two of you.
âPlease.â
He puts his left hand on your cheek, the other on the back of the couch, out of the way. He closes the space between you and puts his lips on yours.
Itâs soft and hesitant, but itâs like the world stops. You donât feel fireworks in your belly like in those books, what you feel is way better. You can feel all the love Spencer pours in the kiss, like itâs been filled to the brim and itâs now allowed to flow freely.
After a while, you finally separate, but just enough to see the other. You donât say anything, not because you donât want to, but because thereâs no need for words. You both know exactly how you feel, and all you need is the other.
So, with big smiles on your faces, you turn to the TV again, his arm around your shoulders and your head on his chest, both content.
You wouldnât have it any other way.
â â â â
BONUS SCENE:
âYou should go find Alex before he actually drags you by your collar.â You softly smile.
âYeahâŠâ He sighs. âSee you later?â
âSee you later.â
Spencer leaves with an ache in his chest, glancing back at you once before breaching the kitchen door, tea still in hand. The whole time, you stare at his back, only looking away a couple seconds after heâs gone.
Spencer steps in the kitchen, seeing Alex waiting by the fridge.
âHey man. So Iâve been thinking, we should do a karenâs ultimate werewolf. It would be pretty funny. We could ask-â
âWhatâs up with you and Y/n?â Alex interrupts, looking directly at Spencer.
âWhat?â
âYou and Y/n. When I came to talk to you it felt really tense. Are you both okay?â Alex is genuinely concerned for his friends, he never saw them like that, he doesnât know whatâs happening.
âOh, yeah donât worry, weâre good.â
âYou sure?â
Spencer hesitates. Should he tell Alex his feelings for you? The look on Alexâs face pushes him to speak.
âI mean, I kinda have feelings for Y/n. I have been for a while, but I donât want to lose them because Iâm pretty sure they donât like me like that.â He looks down, playing with his hoodie string.
âWell, Iâm pretty sure they do like you like that. Iâve seen the way they look at you, and also the way you look at them. If they donât have feelings for you then I donât know whatâs that look in their eyes.â Alex says with a confident tone.