- She is extremely touch starved… She hasn’t been in a real relationship before (she was in a few on and off in middle school… but does that really count?)
- SUCH a people pleaser
- Dumps her homework onto you
- She hangs out with you everyday
- Steals your snacks constantly
- Never charges her devices so you have to bring a billion different chargers with you to school
- Into a different franchise every month and info dumps about the history of each of them to you every time she gets into something new
- Wants a pet badly but she knows she won’t be able to take care of one
- Forces you to watch a movie with her every Sunday (specifically!!!)
JADE WEST
very corny but you’re the only one she isn’t mean to
Super affectionate and is open about it
Will do whatever but will not be happy about it
You two go on dates every week (she makes you pay)
Gets super upset with you if you don’t immediately know how she’s feeling or what she’s thinking
Asks you questions like “would you still love me if I was a worm?” And gets upset if you say the wrong thing
Makes you watch super violent horror movies with her (think: terrifier)
Lovessss to have her hair played with
Gently coerces you into buying her gifts every once in a while (threatens to break up with you if you don’t)
SAM PUCKETT
Oh my god she’s so affectionate
Takes her anger out on everyone else since she can’t be mean to you
She also makes you pay for everything
Very protective of you as well
If you had a nickel for the amount of times you’ve had to pick her up from juvie you would probably be a millionaire by now
She insists upon being the big spoon
Keeps a hatchet under her pillow
Unfortunately I think her room is disgusting
She never cleans it
You have to do it for her
Complains to you about the bensons and her mother constantly
i absolutely LOVED your freddie benson fic and i was wondering if you could write some sort of fluff for spencer? 🙏🏾🙏🏾
Why I Don't Give Up (Spencer Shay x GN!Reader)
Summary: You visit your boyfriend while he's working on one of his sculptures, and he tells you why he keeps going even if a lot of people don't believe in him.
Pronouns: You/Yours
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: I'm glad you enjoyed it! Here's some Spencer love for you!
It was a typical Wednesday afternoon in Seattle where people would just try to get on with their days. Some were just waking up in their apartments, wondering what they would even do, others were at school or work.
You were currently walking through the lobby of an apartment complex, beelining to the stairs. Your hand was covering the side of your face as you walked, praying that the doorman wouldn’t see you. Your prayers were not answered because you heard the man clear his throat loudly to grab your attention, you could have ignored it if it weren’t for his blazing stare into the back of your head that urged your body to react with a flinch.
You slowly turned with a plastered smile on your face, hands behind your back as you walked to his desk, “Good Afternoon, Lewbert.” You greeted him, your voice slightly strained.
The man looked at your boredly, cheek twitching as he idly tried not to scratch it. You tried your best not to stare, averting your gaze to anywhere else, feet kicking at the ground.
Lewbert sniffled a bit before he turned around and picked up two packages, roughly placing them on the counter, “Since you’re already going up there, go ahead and take these before I keep them for myself.” He grumbled, leaning back in his chair to place his feet on his desk.
You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes and took the packages, looking down to who each was addressed to before making your way up the stairs. You didn’t try to say goodbye to the doorman as there was no point, he would act like he didn’t hear you anyways.
You went up the stairs and before knocking on the door you were originally going to, you turned to the one across the hall. You placed the top package down gently, knocking a bit to alert the Benson residence that their package was in front of their door.
You turned back to your original destination and decidedly just opened the door. Most people would care if you just walked into their house without knocking, but the man who was sat on his couch looked up and his eyes lit up like a christmas tree when you appeared.
You breathed out a chuckle at his expression and closed the door, still holding the package, “Delivery for Spencer Shay?” You read out from the package playfully. The brown haired man stood up and raised his hand, “Wait that’s me!” He laughed, standing to walk over to you.
Spencer stood in front of you, cupping your face to pull you in, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, “Thank you.” He mumbled to you, taking the package from you to place it on the coffee table. You hummed and walked with him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he opened up the box.
It wasn’t anything special, just a few supplies for a project. You weren’t exactly sure what his project was, he didn’t give you many details, but you knew you would enjoy it just as much as he did making it.
Spencer turned around, hugging you tightly before telling you to take a seat so he could finish making the lunch he planned out for you guys. You nodded and sat on the couch, almost sinking in from how soft it was to your back.
The coffee table had drinks on it, some art supplies, and a plethora of opened letters. You picked them up and began going through them, it wouldn’t be the first time, Spencer never minded. Besides, you sometimes had your mail delivered to his apartment as you were there half the time.
None of these letters belonged to you though, they were all addressed to Spencer from several galleries, art shows, etc. You began feeling bubbles of excitement in your chest as you began reading, your eyes scanning the papers for good news but instead you were met with…
‘The artist shows enthusiasm but their execution falls short of gallery standard. The subject matter is cliché, struggles to communicate, and fails to provoke meaningful engagement.’
‘The piece is utterly amateurish, devoid of any sort of artistic merit. It’s embarrassing that this was submitted.’
‘There is a lack of understanding of the basic principles of composition.’
‘There’s plenty of room for improvement. They could refine their techniques to convey the vision better.’
‘The artist has used materials for an interesting dimension, enhancing points that viewers may not have initially drawn focus to. Experimenting with different materials was compelling, but it didn’t encourage the viewer to look deeper. It could be communicated better.’
‘Everything clashes, though the artist was bold for that.’
‘The execution lacks everything needed in art, there is no focus. There is complete inconsistency, there is nothing that brings my attention to the piece. It is completely looked over, which is not what galleries look for.’
Your frown deepened as you read from letter to letter, these were harsh criticisms. You weren’t exactly an artist, so you didn’t know if this was typical engagement from galleries, but either way it felt a bit much.
You were so invested into the letters, you didn’t notice Spencer had walked up to you, two plates in his hands. He noticed you were reading the letters but he didn’t react much, he’s read over those letters over a hundred times, nothing in them was new to him. He simply placed the food on the table and sat next to you, you didn’t react to the shifting weight on the couch which was partially concerning to him.
The hazel eyed man took his thumb and smoothed out the creases made between your brows from how you had them furrowed. You jumped a bit at the sudden contact and looked over to him, “Hey.” You mumbled to him, placing the mail back on the table.
“Hey.” He responded, looking at you with a slightly weak smile.
There was silence between the two of you, neither of you knowing what to say at that moment. Due to the silence, Spencer cleared his throat and grabbed the plates of typically unnatural food combinations that were still somehow the most delicious delicacies you’ve ever had. You thanked him and ate quietly, still not speaking.
Spencer didn’t immediately start eating because he was staring right at the letter on the table. He ultimately sighed and put his plate down, “I know they’re pretty harsh.” He laughed out and you hummed in agreement, no smile on your face.
“They are.”
He nodded at your comment, scrunching his nose, rubbing his hands on his knees. “I’m used to them, trust me there are piles and piles of them in my room.” He explained to you, looking at you with the hope that you would give him a grin, you didn’t. His smile died down a bit due to your lack of reaction and he chewed the inside of his cheek.
You put your plate down and frowned at him, “You’re used to it?”
“Yeah, the life of an artist. You have to get used to criticism.” He explained, shrugging and knowing you weren’t used to anyone receiving so much of it at once.
You blew air through your cheeks, “If you’re getting so many of these letters, then why do you….” You trailed off, putting your face in your hands, upset at yourself for even thinking the way that you were.
Your boyfriend gently placed his hand on your back, rubbing small circles on it. “Why do I keep going?” He finished your question for you, it was a question that everyone has asked him, he was also used to that portion of being an artist.
You didn’t look up but he knew that was what you would’ve asked.
Spencer gently pulled at your hands, causing them to be removed from your face, and he began rubbing your knuckles with his thumbs. You were finally making eye contact with him and you could see how his eyes sparkled when you met eyes with him. He pulled you into a gentle hug, your ear leveled with his chest to hear his rhythmic heartbeat.
“I keep going because no matter how many people put me down, you’re always there to put me back up.” He spoke quietly, rubbing at your back. “I could receive thousands of these a day and the only people's criticisms that would matter to me are yours and Carlys.” He told you, kissing the crown of your head so gently, as if you would break if he pressed any harder. “No one else matters to me, because as long as I have you guys, I can keep going without giving up.”
Once he leaned back on the couch, just for a more comfortable position, you finally looked up at him, your chin resting on his chest so you could look at his face. His ears were slightly red, but other than that he wasn’t showing any signs of sadness, disappointment, etc. When you looked at him his grin just widened, his eyes filled with light, and you could feel his heart begin to race.
He took a deep breath, “And I know that when a gallery accepts my work, you guys are the only reactions I’m going to care about.” He explained to you, his voice soft as he took one of his hands to trace your features.
You didn’t know what to say, because Spencer always said the most beautiful things that just took your breath away. You placed your hand over his and moved forward, gently placing your lips on his. He kissed you back, holding you delicately as if you were his greatest gift.
Once you pulled away, your noses grazed each other, “You’re already the greatest artist I know.” You mumbled to him, eyes barely open as you laid on him.
He didn’t respond, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against him, holding you tightly, never wanting to let you go.
Once the two of you finished your moment, you pulled back and continued eating, talking about anything and everything. You brought up the topic of his new project that he didn’t tell you about and he nodded, food filling his mouth.
After he finished, he stood and wiped his hands on his pants, rushing to the kitchen where he pulled a sculpture on a rolling platform to the living room.
You finished your bite of food and rushed to stand in front of the tarp covered project. Your hands clasped in front of you as you waited for it to be exposed.
Spencer warned you that it wasn’t finished yet, to which you understood. He pulled the tarp off and at the bottom was the title of the work, ‘An Artists Biggest Critic’. The sculpture was a mold of Spencer himself, covered in some of the letters he received from galleries, making it show that his biggest critic is himself.
It was beautiful, you knew it would be even more beautiful when it was complete, and all you could do was stare in awe. Spencer was really going to make a name for himself, and you couldn’t wait for the day to come.
You're My Other Favorite Meal: a Sam Puckett x Reader
Warnings: smut
Your P.O.V
"D-Didn't you say ham was your favorite meal...?" I mumble in questioned, panting as Sam gets her head in between my legs. "It still is, but you're my other favorite meal~" she said, putting her tongue inside me. I moan, my body trembling, and that only encouraged her to continue. I wasn't able to walk after that...the end!
He does everything for you [Carry your bag, Doing Helping you with homework, feeding you (if you'd let him), walking you to class, etc]
It's definitely an obsession and everyone knows he likes you
The way he looks at you with heart eyes
You can tell him to jump and he'll ask how high
You push it back when you're both kids/pre-teens & kind of ignore it
You just see him as a friend and he's okay with that
Well-
He'll be talking to Carly and see you out of the corner of his eye and rush to talk to you
He'll lean on a locker and tilt his head, saying 'Sup', causing you to laugh at him
Your brother doesn't hate Freddie, but he definitely makes him work extra hard to get him to accept him
He keeps his mom away from you [Thank god you don't live in the apartment complex]
You usually hang out at your house, especially when you both start dating
You both date for years, before someone accidentally slips to his mom, though by that time it's too late for her to do anything
Instead of taunting you, your brother taunts Freddie
So, you usually lock your bedroom door to keep your brother out whenever you have Freddie is over
The first time it happens, Freddie's eyes widen and he gets really nervous, because oh my god why did you lock the door? Should he have brought protection or something?
Though those thoughts quickly leave his mind when you go to sit by your desk and grab a school book
^ Nothing is more of a turn off than school
"My brother likes messing with you"
"Really?" Fred will look around, acting surprised, "I've never noticed"
You smile, "Yeah, but he doesn't mean it. He's just a bully"
"Oh yeah, I'm pretty good with bullies"
"Yeah, I noticed"
You let him do his ICarly thing, but he does like being there for all your things/hobbies
He's one of those guys that loves you more than you love him
You're literally his world and nothing will ever change that
Summary — Summer comes around, and past events take a toll on you.
Requested by anonymous — I don't know if you still accept these, but can you do a high school!Freddie Benson x M!Reader? If possible maybe the reader telling him about past sexual assault? Maybe just Freddie Benson x TransMasc!Reader?
Warnings & Other Tags
➳ Angst (hurt/comfort, crying); implied sexual assault.
Notes
➳ Word Count is 437.
➳ Reader uses masculine pronouns (he/him).
➳ Anon, I’m adding in your original request about the Reader talking about assault since I’m in a better headspace regarding that topic than I was when you first sent this idea in.
Summer nights in Seattle were often cooler than one would expect. Rain fell from the sky, covering the city in a layer of fog. Through the haze, you could make out the headlights of cars driving along the streets below.
Leaning against the window, you barely acknowledged the sound of a door opening. Quiet footsteps entered the studio that you and your friends used to film iCarly. Tonight had been no different, other than the fact that you had stayed behind while the others went to eat downstairs, claiming you had to adjust some of the lights instead.
Truthfully, you had just wanted some time alone, and it seems like you’d been found out.
“Brought you a plate,” said Freddie, appearing with a small smile. “Figured you’d be hungry.”
“Thanks,” you replied.
He joined you in sitting by the window, listening to the soft rain, as you began eating the food he had brought you. His eyes roamed over your appearance. Your tired eyes struck him in a way he couldn’t quite describe.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “You’ve been really quiet for the past few days.”
The scraping of silverware against the plate he had given you came to a pause. With furrowed eyebrows, you shrugged, “Yeah, fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Hey! I’m asking the questions here,” he joked, gently shoving your knee. “But seriously, you’ve seemed down recently. Is it because… well, you know…”
Tears well up before you can stop them. Realizing his assumption had been correct, Freddie quickly sets your plate aside and wraps you in a tight hug. His arms leave your chest feeling warm, a sense of security rolling over you in waves.
A fire builds beneath your skin, part fear, part embarrassment. Your words are muffled by his sternum, all while your tears soak the fabric of his shirt, “It’s been a year since it happened, but…”
You fell silent, and Freddie didn’t hesitate to fill the gap. Tucked against your shoulder, his fingertips dancing over your spine, he muttered, “What they did to you isn’t your fault. None of us view you any differently.”
“Still hurts.”
“I know,” he replied. “I know it hurts. You have every right to be upset about it. But you need to remember that you’ve still got me. Carly and Sam, too. We’ll always be here for you.”
His reassurances were quiet but without end. He continued to whisper into your ear, allowing you to clutch his shirt with a vice-like grip. His presence alone was beyond comfort.
“You don’t need to be afraid anymore,” he muttered. “I’ll help you get through this.”
A/N: So I had this in mind for several months and finally decided to write it since I've been watching every night iCarly. I also decided to write this since iCarly is having another season this month!! For the first time in many years! Spencer has always been my favorite character and I always had a crush on him since I was little, don't worry I'll be doing a part 2 and more characters from Nickelodeon shows like Drake and Josh and Victorious.
Summary: You've been a longtime friend of Carly, Spencer and their friends. You return to Seattle in hope for things to turn out good and also plan on confessing your feelings for Carly's older brother.
"I'm Carly!"
"And I'm Sam!"
"And this is iCarly! Today we have a very special guest, come on in (Y/N)!" The two girls excitedly exclaimed to the camera and it's audience. Freddie moves the camera and focused me coming in to stand between the brunette and blonde girl.
The girls had a funny sketch planned for today alongside Gibby who began making more appearances on Carly's show. Over the years Carly's become family to me, I met her when she was just a small girl.
I used to look after her when her father wasn't home or when her brother was out for camp school.
"Thank you for having me." I shyly smiled at the camera as we ended the show and the younger kids applauded when it ended.
"I can't believe your camera shy, you're a natural!" Freddie complimented when he placed the camera down.
"You should've seen Freddie when he first started, he peed his pants." Sam interrupts and earns a glare from Freddie.
"Come on guys quit it. Freddie's right, (Y/N). You should try and join more auditions." Carly begins to tell me.
"Why not make a couple of calls? I'm sure Spencer might know someone or his friends we've never seen, Socko." Gibby suggests this time.
I shake my head and kindly reject their offer. "Thanks guys, but I have to do this on my own. It's the reason why I came back to Seattle."
"Man, Spencer's gonna lose it when he sees you." Carly says and smiles, a wicked smile. I look at her weirdly but smile since their always weird but in a good way.
"You are too much like your brother." I chuckle. "I remember when someone texted him that it was naked day at his camp school and played dodgeball, I'll never forget that day."
Sam looks at us and smirks "Were you there?"
"Nope, but Socko told me everything."
"Like that time Freddy met Melanie?"
"Gibby! You were in on it too remember."
"She really is Sam's sister!" Everyone tries to tell Freddy but the poor guy is too gullible.
"Carly! Carly! You won't believe it, I found my magic meatball again-" Spencer' loud voice made it into Carly's studio and he immediately stopped and his meatball fell to the floor when he saw me.
Freddie looked at his weirdly and waves his hand in front of his face. "It's really you?"
"It's me-" in an instant Spencer ran to my side and hoisted me up in the air and hugged me tight.
"I missed you so much kiddo!"
"I missed you too, Spencer. And I'm not a kid I'm the same age as you."
"It doesn't look like it, I used to think Spencer was Carly's father." Gibby said which made us look at him. He's always been an odd but charming boy.
Carly stepped between us and tried to reach for Sam when they kept looking at each other then us. "How about we go to the Groovy Smoothies?"
"Sure."
"Great, let's go then." Carly took Spencer's hand and Sam took mind and we all began to leave the apartment.
*************
"Oh no, it looks like the place is full." Carly said when we ordered smoothies from T-Bo. We looked around and realized that it was the complete opposite.
"No it's not-" Freddie was hit on the head by Sam.
Carly made us sit close to each other and they took seats close to us. "So, what brings you back? Thought you were still working at that movie theater.
Spencer takes when he takes a sip out of his favorite flavored drink. "The lady working there left to work at a highschool as a principal, so the new boss wasn't paying much."
I begin to fill them in on everything I can and told them that I'm planning on staying in Seattle for a month of two. We began to joke about several things too which came to Spencer's hair.
"You know, my grandpa thought he was a woman once when he was about to cut his hair. It was Carly's birthday and we talked about that goat-"
"Don't talk about the goat!" Carly shouted at Gibby.
I looked at Spencer confused since I wasn't there when he took her to the zoo. "What did the goat do?"
"You don't want to know." He sipped on his drink and looked away.
I chuckle and roll my eyes. "Well, I find Spencer's long hair really nice." I compliment and try my best to not blush.
"See? (Y/N), get's it! We're gonna have so much fun! I'll show you my recent art sculptures and show you my room!"
"That's not a good idea." Freddie concerned told the older man in a kids body. Spencer stayed silent and scratched that off the list.
Spencer and I began to talk until he stopped and looked at me, "Is there something on my face?" The man hid behind me and I looked back to see who he was seeing.
"That's her!" The rest of us looked back and Carly cringed and looked worried. Spencer began to comb his hair and straighten his jacket.
"How do I look?"
I forced a smile when I realized what he was doing. He's into that girl...
"Handsome as ever."
Spencer smiles and races over to the girl who was in line to order a smoothie. "Yikes." I hear Sam mutter.
Carly lightly smacks her arm and Gibby's mouth fell open. "That must suck."
"Shut up, Gibby!"
Carly has known my crush on her brother for years now alongside Sam and the guys who picked up on it just now.
I took a sip of my drink and smiled, "That's fine guys, I'm over it, really."
"Whoo I got her number!" Spencer jumped back in and waves a small note to our faces.
"But (Y/N) has a cru-" Sam rushed over and covered Gibby's mouth.
"You're brain really is the size of a walnut."
I ignore their conversation and look up at Spencer. "You should give her a call later, she seems nice."
He hums and shoves the number in his pocket. "Should I? I'm afraid I'll take it too fast."
Spencer then began to talk and talk about the many weird girls he's dated, I was having fun with him but the whole conversation made me want to leave.
I could feel eyes on us whenever Spencer and I would be alone. He would be talking about his weird encounters with people or places. "And then we almost got attacked by bigfoot and this Beavecoon."
"Beavecoon?"
"An animals part beaver, part racoon." I laugh at his weirdness and begin to wipe my tears when I continue to laugh until my stomach hurts. "Don't ever change your weirdness."
Spencer smirks to himself and sits down next to me, "I'm the king of weirdness."
So? gotten any chance on landing any roles in movies?"
"It's been rough, I'm starting to think I shouldn't be an actress. I've decided to come back and try getting some roles here, if not I'll go elsewhere."
"What? No! What will I do without my buddy in crime?!"
I give him a look and smile. "I thought that buddy was Socko."
"He's my second! Don't tell him." He whispers and laughs at himself.
"Seriously, if you leave I'll have to tie you up."
Knowing Spencer I know he'll do something like that. I began to open my mouth when his phone began to ring and his eyes lit up, "It's her! I'll be right back!" Spencer held onto his phone and ran away.
I sadly sighed and stood up from the couch and began to wander around the apartment and began searching for Carly or anyone else. "Sam? Gibby?" I called out their names when I reached Carly's room and was astounded by how huge and beautifully decorated it was.
His father really has money if he can afford doing all of this. Not a lot of people have a three story apartment. I looked down at my phone and saw I had nothing in my calendar, it's been weeks since I made several auditions for small movies and haven't received any news if I'm in.
I sat down on the nearest couch and hid my face in my hands and took deep breaths. I hope things work out here in Seattle if not I'll have to leave and start a new life, but I'll be upset leaving Spencer since I've loved him for years.
"(Y/N)!" Spencer bursted into the room meaning he's been trying to find me. I stood up and look at him hopefully.
"Yes?"
Spencer held up two different set of clothes. A nice black suit and the other hid regular ones. "Guess who got lucky and has a date in an hour?! Which one should I choose?"
I wonder if he's ever thought of me differently. Not as just another friend.
"You should go as yourself."
Spencer hummed and threw his regular clothes near me. "On second thought I'll choose the suit. My date told me she liked guys in suits." With that he began to unbutton his jeans and it hit the floor.
Quickly I turned around to not look. "You think she'll like flowers?"
"Probably most girls do."
"Pfff you don't." Spencer laughs behind my back and I heard him still changing. When we were little I made it clear that I didn't like girly things especially flowers, but now I adore them.
I preferred to stay silent and heard a zip, I turned around and picked his other clothes. "You..look handsome." I smiled lovingly when I noticed him.
"You're an artist and you could never tie a tie right. You even went to law school." I laugh when I stepped closer and began to fix his tie.
"I only went for three days before I dropped out. Dad wasn't happy at all." He chuckled at the memory.
"But you're doing something you love which is the most important thing." I noticed how close we were and i felt my hands shaking so I quickly took a step back and saw a bouquet of flowers in one of the vases. I grabbed it and handed it to Spencer.
"Perfect! Now I have to-ahhh!" Spencer yelled when out of nowhere the bouquet got on fire. He threw it on the floor and began to stomp on it, trying to eliminate the fire.
I stared at him confused and scared. "Why does that always happen?!"
"I don't know! Okay okay I guess I'll head out without flowers. Make yourself at home I'm sure the kids will be back." Spencer leaned in and hugged me.
"You're a life saver." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the hug
"Anything for you." Spencer unwrapped his arms around me and I watched him leave.
************
Days turned into weeks and then a whole month went by. I started spending more time with Carly and her friends, unfortunately Spencer was still going on dates and from what I heard she was treating him terribly.
It was already dark when we arrived at the restaurant. Carly, Sam and Freddie were hidden alongside me behind a bush and spying on Spencer who was yet on another date.
Gibby was somewhere in the bathroom and we saw him appear with a waiter outfit and was delivering their food to the table.
"We should get the most expensive drink here, what do you say?" Spencer's date asked.
"I don't think we should-"
"I think we should! Waiter being me the most expensive drink and dessert." She confidently said. She turned to look at Spencer and grimaced, "I thought I told you to wear a blue tie."
Spencer has decided to wear a red one and his light up socks under his dark pants. I felt bad and decided to finally step forward when she continued to scold him not nothing.
"Hey! Leave him alone."
"No no okay our cover is blown." Carly said when she tried to reach me.
Freddie pulled out his pear phone and began to record and Gibby who stood looking at us with Sam. "Want me to hit her with my butter sock?"
"And who see you?" The woman stood up and looked at me in disgust.
"I'm..his best friend and I don't like the way you've been treating him and neither does his sister."
"You've been treating my brother horribly since day one!" Carly also began to fight.
Spencer tried to intervene but I quickly shut him up. "No! Listen to me. You're an amazing guy and you're wasting your time on her."
I felt very angry and heartbroken do I decided to let loose. "What I'm trying to say is, you're this goofy and loving guy, you need someone to love you for who you are. You're perfect to me, Spencer. I've.. I've loved you for years now and it hurts everytime I see you with someone else."
Spencer stayed silent the entire time so I showed him my ticket. "I'm leaving tonight, goodbye Spencer."
With that I turned around and hurried to get a taxi and return to the Bushwell Plaza, Carly had offered a month ago that I'd stay there with them. So, once I arrived I grabbed my bags and began to walk down the stairs.
Lewbert was busy somewhere so I was thankful he wasn't here to ruin my night even more. I received a text saying my taxi was here. "(Y/N)!" Carly and her friends came rushing into the lobby.
"Please don't leave."
"You have so much to do here." They all began to say.
Spencer then rushed in and began to plant heavily as he tried to regain his breath. Sam looked at him and rolled her eyes so she hit his back and he stood back straight.
"The guys are right. What you said back there, you're right, (Y/N). I need someone who appreciates me and that person has always been there beside me."
Spencer took a step closer and placed his hands on my shoulders so I'd look up at him.
"You listened at my many stupid stories and you'd always laugh at them. I've been dumb and blind to not realize all those things before, Carly told me you're planning on quitting acting. You shouldn't do that you're a talented person, you've been there for me do I want to be there for you."
Sam smiled alongside the rest. "Please stay, (Y/N). It would make me the happiest man on Earth, you're wonderful with Carly and he friends so they would be heartbroken too. I guess I've always loved you as well."
My lips began to tremble and I began to cry when be said that. "Hey, don't cry!" Freddie patted Spencer's back.
"She's not crying because of that, Spence."
I wiped my tears and looked up into his dark brown eyes, I grabbed his hands and smiled at him. "I would love to stay with you, Spencer."
"Whoo!!" Everyone began to cheer.
Spencer leaned down and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I closed my arms and enjoyed the moment, hoping this wasn't a dream, it certainly wasn't. I kissed him back and we ignored Lewbert complaints when he saw us.
"Don't worry about that woman, I did hit her with my sock." Sam assured us and shows us her sock filled with butter.
"Let's go back to the apartment." Spencer suggested and held my hand when we stopped kissing. "Let's celebrate with spaghetti tacos."
I chuckled and leaned closed to him, "Sounds like a perfect date to me." I wonder what the future will hold for Spencer and I, what I do know is I'll treasure every moment with him.
Running my hand through my wet hair, I step into the building, escaping from the rain outside. I look up only to see Lewbert with his foot propped up on his desk picking at his sore. I shudder, looking away and walking up the 8 flights of stairs to apartment 8-C.
Grabbing my Pear Store employee ID lanyard, I unclip my keys and unlock the door. I walk in the door closed behind me. When I look back up I see a hammock hanging in the living room, stretched from the stair railing to a single hook in the wall.
I looked around the room, noticing how quiet it was. I decided against my better judgement to ignore it and walk to the kitchen to grab a snack. Dropping my bag onto the kitchen table, I open a cabinet and grab a box of fudge balls. Once I sit down at the table, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
Spencer comes down the stairs holding a large, (F/C) blanket. After I swallow the fudge ball, I look towards him with a confused look on my face. “What’s the hammock for?” Spencer looks towards me excitedly.
“One, I didn’t know you were home. And two, since you’ve been working all week I figured,” Spencer threw his arms out towards the hammock, raising his voice as he says, “you could use some hammock time!” I look at him confused for a moment, then let out a breathy laugh with a smile, holding my forehead.
“Thank you, Spence, but why in the living room?” He turned and pointed at me.
“Because it wouldn’t fit in our room, so this is the second-best thing.” I watch him walk over to me grabbing my hand. After pulling me out of my chair, he drags me over to the hammock, a box of fudge balls still in hand. I pulled off my shoes after Spencer had pushed me into the hammock. Taking off his shoes, Spencer laid down in the hammock, pulling the blanket over us as he situated himself.
I snuggled closer to Spencer as he leaned over and kissed the top of my head.
Hours later, snores could be heard as Carly, Sam, and Freddy walked into the apartment only to see the two men passed out in the hammock.
