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how you get the girl

jason todd x reader

fanart by @twalxx (found on pinterest)

pairing - jason todd x reader

warnings - smut! starts angsty, fluff and smut later :))

a/n - this is my first smut, but i had like all of my friends proof read so im super excited to share this with yall! songfic based on how you get the girl by taylor swift (and a bit of i wish you would)

Things had ended with Jason, but it hadn't had the desired effect.

It was just too painful when you were together, the not knowing. Not knowing if he was safe every night. Not knowing if you were safe. You were scared constantly, just never knowing. All you wanted was for him to be safe.

—

You realized you couldn't do it anymore when he went no contact for two days.

You had thought he was dead. You were pacing your townhouse nonstop, music following suit. Trying to drown out the silence and your thoughts. You plopped onto the couch, picturing every other time this had happened in your mind. The pain you felt every night, that worsened every time another hour went by. So you made your decision.

When he finally came home that night, ready to run into your arms, you closed them. and you fought. The front door opened and shut and all the built-up anger from two years of sleepless nights and not letting yourself be selfish flooded out of you.

“What the hell, Jason? Are you okay? I thought you were dead, you asshole!”

The tone in your voice shocked him, you could see it in his eyes. “What?”

Your tears were threatening to spill from your already red eyes, but you didn't let that stop you. You pressed the back of your hand to your cheek. “I'm sorry, it's just-, I can't do this! Every week, I have to grapple with the fact that you could be dead! And what if you were? You can't come back every time you die, you know that!”

“What- what do you want me to do? There are always going to be people getting hurt, you know that.”

“Exactly. And I will never come first. You’re just too fucking good a person, Jason. you never let yourself be selfish! I wanted you to put us first.” You look at him; “Just go.”

“Is this for real?” And now tears were welling up in his eyes. “This was all so fast.”

“This was the opposite of fast. I just tried not to see it. Because I love you so, so, much Jason, that's why I can't do this. Just- send one of your siblings to get your stuff tomorrow.”

He pauses. “Okay, Doll, if this is what you want, I will go.”

“Don't call me that, you're gonna make this too hard,” You hear yourself let out an embarrassing snort through your snot and tears.

“Then can I kiss you goodbye, instead?”

Already sobbing, you nod.

—

And now you can't get him out of your head. It's been six months, and he won’t get out. Every time you see lights through your window coming from the street, you think maybe. Maybe he came home to you.

And you just hope that when he's out every night, saving more damsels, he thinks about your home in the center of the city.

Every night you prayed that he would come back. And say that he wants you, no matter what. Even if it was you who broke his heart, because you also broke your own. You wished for it like it was the only thing that kept you going, because it was.

But you never really believed your wish would come true. You had already burnt that bridge. And in doing so, burned away your past. Your friendships with the Waynes, every late night spent tending wounds.

2 A.M. another late night, doing anything you could to get your mind off of him. Especially tonight. The twenty-seventh of April. For the past two years, on this day, Jason had been in your bed. You held him, and told him he was safe. Safe from what happened to him on this day, years before you were able to take care of him. Your bed was empty, and it killed you to know he was probably in his own, having the nightmares you worked so hard to keep him safe from.

2 A.M. A rough and fast knock against your front door cuts through the sound of the pouring rain, and you find yourself looking through the peephole of your townhouse. Eye level with you is Jason Todd, curly hair soaked. You could see his breath in the cold, and how little his unzipped leather jacket was doing to keep him warm. You pull the door open.

“Are you insane?”

“I know, I just- I need you. Sweetheart, I need you back. God, it's been a long six months. I know, I fucked you up, i fucked us up, and that is reason enough for you to slam the door in my face, but..” he trailed off and made eye contact with you; “I will make it up to you. I just need you tonight. You know what tonight is, I know that you didn't forget,” He was pleading, eyebrows furrowed and tears welling in his eyes. “I can't get through tonight without you,”

And before you can process it, you're leaning in and your lips are on his again, and it feels like home. They're soft against you and feel the same as they did the last time you touched six months ago, if just more desperate. He wraps his arms around your back, embracing you tightly. You pull away for a quick second just to say: “Come in, stay the night. I missed you too. We can talk this through in the morning.”

He enters the home that had missed him so much, and you close the door behind him as fast as you can. He dives back for your lips, like a man who had been lost in the desert finally getting water. It was passionate, and for a moment made you forget that you had waited for so long. It just felt like before, and for the meantime would put a band-aid over the months of pain. You kissed him through the hallway, pushing him back to your room, and somewhere along the way, he lost his jacket. When you got to the bedroom, you shoved him against the door, biting his lips and letting yourself absolutely lose control on his mouth. When you pulled away, you could see that it was swollen and redder than when you had started.

You slowly moved down his neck, starting with a hickey on his jaw in a spot that you knew was his favorite place. He breathed out your name, giving you motivation to move down and kiss his adams apple. “Jesus, doll,”

You spread out, leaving marks all over his neck. The closer you got to his collarbone, the more vocal he was, letting out a dozen sickly-sweet nicknames for you. You start to make another bruise on his neck, but he squeaks out a “stop,”

You pull back. “Is something wrong?” for a moment fear creeps into your mind, and you remember. You haven't seen him in months, what if this is too much? This is the anniversary of his death, for god's sake-

“Can we move to the bed?”

Oh.

“Yeah, if you're ready-” you cut yourself off when Jay removes his shirt as youre speaking, revealing a tapestry of scars. A breath catches in your throat. Shit, you had almost forgotten how good he looks shirtless. Almost. “Yeah, okay,” You follow suit, pulling your shirt over your head and fumbling at your bra hooks.

You both stumble down the hallway, when you sit on the bed, back against the headboard. Jason looks at you like you're his last meal, and sits in between your legs, hands already reaching for your breasts.

Almost immediately, his fingers are tugging at your nipples and his lips are suckling at them. you squeal each time he bites at your nipples and he's moving back and forth between each like he can't choose his favorite, and humming nicknames for you every time he stops to breathe. After a couple minutes of sweet bliss, you put your hand in his still damp curls and push him off of you.

“Jay, I think you need some attention too.” you put his hand on his chest and push him down so he's lying on his back. You struggled with yanking his jeans down his legs as they were still wet with rainwater, but you managed. He starts: -wait, I didn't even get to- When you get down his boxers, his erection springing free, and he gasps, cutting himself off at the sensation of the cold air hitting him.

You settle in between his legs, wrapping a hand around him. Your thumb finds his tip and spreads his precum over his length, lubricating it for your hand to move. This elicits a reaction from him. “Jesus sweetheart, you never stop,”

You're confused. “Stop what?” you ask, pressing a kiss to his tip. He grunts.

“Making my heart pound out o’ my fucking chest, Doll,” He puts a hand on your cheek. “Never - fuck - stop.” you tighten your grip on his cock halfway through this phrase.

This makes you smile profusely, and to mask the grin, you open your mouth and fill it with the familiar feeling of Jason's member. He nearly howls in response, a string of profanities falling out of his mouth.

You look up at him with eyes you know he loves, and you hollow out your cheeks to - just for a second - suck harder. After this, you run your tongue along his base and pull off of him with a pop.

“Wait no- why- why did you stop? Baby, why did you stop?” Jason starts to whine, a sound you would never forget in your life, and you giggle.

“Relax,” you smile as you move to sit on top of him. You pull your shorts off, taking the panties with them. “I just want to ride you,”

“You're ready? Doll, I didn't even touch you, are you sure it won't hurt- ohmygod!”

You had started to lower yourself onto Jason's cock as he spoke, enjoying the way he was extra vocal when he didn't expect it. You leaned down to kiss him, and it was softer this time. Sweeter, romantic. Loving, not just lustful. And you can feel it, the affection for you that he had never lost. You pull away, your breathing fast and heavy, to say:

“I still love you,”

“I love you too,”

And just like that, it feels normal again. No time has passed and you got through another year together, trying to make what had once been the worst night in his life liveable. You laugh as you continue to lower yourself onto him, but the sound is garbled through a moan.

“What?” he asks, voice gruff from the pleasure.

“Nothing, it just did hurt a little, you were right.” Your eyes are sparkling, and your smile is somehow more beautiful than he remembered.

Jason smiled at you from his place on the bed, starstruck by you, and reached his arm between your legs to rub at your clit. You let out a whine that made you feel pathetic, but Jay reached behind your back to hold your chest against him, letting your bodies line up in an embrace that you were unsure if he knew was reassuring, or was just doing it to be closer to you. Either way, you were glad for the contact, and the feeling of his arm pressed between yours and his chest.

Jason's grin glinted in the warm lighting of your bedroom. You're reminded of a chip in one of his front teeth that you find all too endearing before he speaks. “Can you move, baby?” He punctuates this with pressing a circle against your clit. He smiles wider when you arch your back, pressing your tits harder onto him. You take a moment to regain words, but respond after a moment.

“Yeah,” you responded breathily, returning his smile. You lift your hips up and slowly lower yourself back down. Jason groans loudly, something that resembles your name falling from his mouth. Something snaps inside of you at the noise you had missed so much, and the next time you pull up, you slam yourself down on him.

“Holy fucking shit! Sweetheart, don't you need to take it sl- oh my god, oh my god, you're so perfect,” you continue this pattern, speeding up when he rubs your clit in that perfect way he would never forget.

You continue, sick slapping sounds filling the room. The muscles in your thighs and lower back are sore, and you start to slow down, sitting up so you're no longer lying on him. “ ‘M sorry Jaybird, I just - haven't done this in a while.” You look at your lover apologetically, but he doesn't speak a word back. All Jason does is grab your waist, looking into your eyes for a nod before he takes control.

He pumps up into you, hips lifting off the mattress and pushing deeper into you. You let out a pleasured scream, putting your hands on Jason's pecs, rolling a nipple in between your fingers absentmindedly. His thrusting speeds up when you start doing this. “Jason- Jesus Christ, so good.”

“Yeah? I know baby, I know it feels good,” another of his moans interrupts his sentence, but he continues- “You make me feel good too. So good.”

Somehow his thrusts get more rushed, pushing deeper into you. You let out a pitiful scream when he presses against your cervix, pain mixing into pleasure at the feeling of him bruising you. Jason hears you, and you can feel his cock twitch inside of you. You can tell he's close. “Baby, I'm gonna- where do you want it?” He whines, and your walls tighten at the sight of his eyes pleading with yours.

“Inside.”

“Baby, are you sure-”

“Please, Jason. Pill,” You start to beg, even though he hadn't asked for you to. “I need it. Need you. Missed you so much. Please!”

During your last word, you feel him release into you. Jason's hips sputter as he lets out another slightly pained moan. He lets his cock sit inside you for a moment, before he pulls himself out, his still hard cock sitting against his stomach. “Baby, get off. Let me make you cum. Let me clean you off.”

You blush at his words, as if you haven't fucked him a million times, nodding as you move off and onto the mattress. Jason repositions so you can rest your head on a pillow, pulling another to rest under your ass and lift you up.

Once you've settled as quickly as possible, Jason puts his face right against your pussy, admiring the way his cum mixes with your juices, spilling out of you. He starts with licking a stripe up your slit, and the image of his cum on his own tongue will never leave your brain, and causes your walls to tighten before he even puts a finger inside. He swallows, and goes back to licking into your hole, one hand absentmindedly rolling your clit in between his fingers as the other one squeezes your thigh. He moves them down from your clit to press into your hole, mouth instead focusing on your clit.

“Fuck, Jason!” He looks up at you, puppy dog eyes somehow turning you on more than you already were. He holds eye contact with you as he presses a third finger into you, curving to press against your sweet spot. You tangle a hand into his damp curls, pressing him onto your cunt.

Your walls tighten around his fingers, and he puts all of his effort into sucking and lapping at your clit. He hums on the bud, sending vibrations through your core. When you approach the edge, he starts licking at it instead, flicking the muscle back and forth. He talks into your pussy, praises for you being drowned in the flesh.

He lifts his head up for a gasping breath, still moving his fingers inside of you and quickly muttering: “Cum for me,” before diving back in. You listened, one last touch of your clit sending you over the edge. As you cum, Jason laps up the liquid that had leaked out of you over the night, flattening his tongue against your skin as he collects the last he can without a towel.

You shudder as he sits up, leaning forward to press a kiss onto your stomach before getting up from the bed. A moment of panic comes over you before-

“Are your washcloths still in the same place?” He asks softly. You nod at him, feeling too fucked out to speak, and watch him leave your bedroom.

After 30 seconds, he returns with a damp washcloth, and settles back in between your legs to wipe off your legs, pressing kisses on your inner thighs. As he moves up to your overstimulated cunt, he reaches for your hand. When the cloth passes over your sensitive spots, you squeeze his hand. After a few minutes of tender silence, he returns to your side, head on the pillow next to you.

“Hey.” He smiles.

“Hi,” you giggle back. After a brief pause, you continue: “I'm sorry. I was inconsiderate. When we broke up. I know what you do is important, and people need you-”

You're cut off by a kiss. “No. I needed to communicate more. And either way, it doesn't matter.” You quirk an eyebrow at him, “This is a fresh start,” he takes a breath in. “But really, I love you so much.”

You giggle, which seems to confuse him. Through your laugh, you attempt to speak- “Would you say- most ardently?” He rolls his eyes at the reference to his favorite book, but still leans in to press a peck to your lips.

“I love you most ardently,” he smiles at you.

“Good.”

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hey yall im back! finished the semester so was kind of not in a writing mood for a while even if it wasn't for school but i am back and writing with a vengeance

my jason todd readers will love this next one 🫡🫡

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felt important to reblog this as a spencer writer! it isnt okay to be creepy towards him!! no matter how hot he is there is a line and its been crossed too much recently!!

as a MASSIVE spence fan for like a couple years now and someone who literally writes fics about him, this new wave of fans has been VERY creepy towards him.

i get seeing a pic of him and saying "oh my god hes so hot" but people are being genuinely gross with how they talk + write about him

like i dont feel comfortable even writing kisses about real people!! "he pressed a kiss to your lips" is literally the furthest ill go and its super weird how people have been treating him. especially as he is a person who probably hasn't delt with stuff like this before! when all this attention was on shayne, he was at least KIND OF used to the attention from being an actor but spencer isnt even an official cast member! its insane!!

anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk ig

yesyesyesyesyes

it’s honestly soooo insane like i am attracted to spence and i’ll reblog the occasional edit or cute pic but the parasociality of it all is really fucking insane like step back and think for a moment. it’s definitely the “shayne-ification” just like people have been saying & i’m so so glad people are finally speaking up about this because it has gotten so bad.

like people need to remember spencer is a real human being who very likely is uncomfortable with smut fic being written about him it’s just so weird and gross tbh. i hope he’s not seeing any of this but knowing how online he is and how much of a problem it is on twt now he probably has :/

it’s okay to be silly but it’s gone too far really

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jason todd x please please please by sabrina carpenter... do you see the vision

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does anyone want an alex tran x reader?? i just found out there are zero and that is a CRIME because they are beautiful and perfect

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wips-

jason todd -

maroon - its your turn to go undercover and gather intel on lex luthor. (un)fortunately, you're distracted when a curly haired trouble maker spills wine all over your white dress.

i almost do (come back, be here) - being jason todds situationship was the worst thing you could've asked for. finally, you let him know you want more.

spencer agnew -

guessing game - editing a new smosh games video, your crush on spencer worsens. people start to notice.

pool parties - your best friend kimmy leaving smosh didn't mean the loss of her pool parties. this was a good thing for some, bad for others.

creeks (running through my veins) - a typical summer night with spencer in the creek turns awkward. you get flirty. (not age specific, but you live in florida with spencer, so before smosh lol)

misc. -

untitled (hunter sylvester) - you finally find the confidence to tell your crush of three years how you feel. he doesn't believe you.

untitled (dave lizewski) - you cant stand to see your childhood best friend (and love of your life) in love with anyone but you.

office romance (ed nygma (gotham)) - your coworker isnt very good at keeping his feelings for you secret.

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masterlist!

smosh:

caramel iced coffee - spencer agnew x reader

dc / batfamily:

bruises (morning and night)

how you get the girl

misc. paul dano:

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bruises (morning and night)

jason todd x reader

pairing - jason todd x reader

warnings - blood, scars (you dress ur vigilante boyfriends wounds)

a/n - hey! wrote and published this on ao3 a year ago, didn't change anything so hope its good!

It had been a normal Friday night. You had come home from work at the normal time, spent the normal amount of hours watching TV and showering. Ordered in for dinner, messed around on your phone. Nothing out of the ordinary. You had gone to bad feeling completely fulfilled and normal.

You had forgotten that normal is completely untrustworthy, especially when you're dating a vigilante.

Because hours after you had fallen asleep, you were awakened by the sound of a window being thrown open in your apartment. A gust of Gotham wind blew inside your home, intensely for just a second before it closed. As if to punctuate this, you heard a thump on your living room floor. Guard up, you slowly made your way to the noise, ready to fight whatever intruder had entered your home as you entered the living room. What you weren't expecting to see was your boyfriend, Jason Todd, sitting on your floor, blood clumping pieces of his hair together. You could see large scratches in his armor. You sped over, sitting on your knees next to him, placing a hand on his cheek. He put his hand over yours.

“Jason?” Your tone was alert, voice raised what you felt was an octave higher than normal.

“Heya, sweetheart. You mind helping me out?”

“Jesus, Jay! Yes, just- get your suit off and meet me in the bathroom, okay?” You look at him. “Are you sure this isn't something you should have Alfred do?” The curly-haired boy on your floor just smirked and replied;

“You’re a way better nurse,”

“You bet I am, asshole,” Your free hand moves to poke him in his side, carefully avoiding any visible wounds. “Now go get out of your gear so I can take care of you,” You stand, but he just looks at you from his place. “What?”

“Can you help me up?” He asks, almost pathetically (but you love him too much to ever tell him that). You roll your eyes, unmistakable annoyance in them. You reach out your hand for him to take. The weight of Jason's muscular frame almost started to weigh you down, but he was upright before he could pull you down with him. Jason placed a kiss to your cheek. “Thanks, babe,”

You watch him walk down the hallway to your room, every so often hearing a soft clang from one piece of metal hitting another as he undresses. You walk down the same hall, pulling a huge first aid kit out from under your bathroom sink and sitting down on the side of the bathtub. Jason joins you, clad only in a pair of boxers that he had left at your place during his last visit. Seeing him with his shirt off, you could tell that just from tonight many scars would be added to the almost full canvas of his chest. You patted the side of the tub. “Sit.”

Jason complied, wincing when a bruise on his thigh pressed against the hard porcelain. You turn on your detachable shower head, letting the water run through his messy curls and shampooing them until the water that once had run red with blood was clear again. You pass him a towel, admiring the way he dried his hair, letting his tousled curls fall back into place perfectly, no product needed. When he’s done drying himself, you take out an alcohol pad from the first aid kit. “Okay, this might sting,”

“Please, I’ll be fine- shit!” Jason hisses when the pad makes contact with his skin, fingers gripping the side of the tub.

“Will you?”

“Shut up. Just because you're pretty doesn't mean I can let just anything slide,”

“Same goes to you, Jay,” you flicked the space in between his eyebrows with your index finger. “Don't be a dick,”

The glare he gave you alone could have killed whoever it was that fought him on the street tonight. You smirk, wrapping up the first cut and pulling out another cleaning pad for the next. You clean, wrap, clean, wrap, for what feels like (and probably was) hours. You did this until every major and minor wound was taken care of, from his calves to his forehead. You stood when you were finished, admiring your handiwork.

“Alright Jaybird, we're done. C’mon, let's get you to bed, huh?” You put out a hand for him to take, once again pulling him up. Sun was just starting to stream through the small window in your bathroom.

“Only if you come with,” Jason winked at you.

Once again, your eyes roll. You had lost count of the times just tonight. “Obviously. I'm not letting you have my bed all to yourself, tame your ego,”

Jason scoffs, opening both the bathroom and bedroom doors for you to walk through. “Ladies first,”

“Assholes go second?” You turn your head to look at him, making sure he sees the teasing way your eyebrows raise at him.

His only response is leaning forward to kiss you, a slight metallic taste from the blood still lingering on his lips. You could taste it on your tongue, but you didn't mind. It just felt more… real that way. You pull back just to close the bedroom blinds, holding the sunrise back for just an hour more to let you and your asshole pretty boy get a little more rest. When you turned back to look at the bed, he was already cuddled in, blankets bunched against his chest. He left a side of the bed free for you to take your place. You did, claiming back some blankets for yourself. His eyes were still open, and you placed your head on the pillow, laying on your side to face him. There were about three inches separating the two of you, like the breath one exhaled became what the other inhaled. Voice soft, Jason broke the silence.

“Thank you for tonight,”

Your smile was soft, but not so small that it was hidden. “Of course, Jaybird. If you need me, I'm here. I know it's hard for you to be vulnerable after… everything, but really-” you put your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb back and forth, “-I listen, and I’ll take care of you.”

“Promise?” Jason's signature smirk re-entered his face.

“Yes, I promise,”

Jason held eye contact, looking at you expectantly.

“Yes?”

“Y’know, I think you need to seal it with a kiss,”

“God, I hate you,” you scoffed, smiling and using the hand already on his face to pull him into a kiss. You let it deepen, but tried to hold back from not getting any sleep the rest of the morning. You put your hand on his chest and pushed back.

“I love you too, babe,”

“That's not what I said, Jason,”

He hummed, tapping his chin with his finger. “Y’know, I think it actually is,”

You laughed again. “God, I'm in love with an overgrown teenager. What did I do wrong?”

Next to you, Jason snorts. “Nothing, you're just lucky,”

You smiled. “Yeah, real lucky. Now please, let me get the sleep you made me lose,”

“Not till you admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“You do love me,”

The mischievous look in his eyes was almost scary, but during moments like this, his hard, intimidating features just turned soft.

“I guess I might love you just a little bit,” A smile made his bright face even more beautiful, and you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Now get some sleep, please,”

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caramel iced coffee -

a spencer agnew fanfic

pairing - spencer agnew x reader

warnings - none! slight anxiety for like a paragraph :)

a/n - hello!!! ive written a ton of fanfics but only published two, and this is my first published on tumblr! hope yall enjoy !!

You stand behind the counter, muscle memory making your fifth pumpkin spice latte in a row. Oh, how you love fall. Even during your least busy time of day, you still get to spend what feels like forever on overly complicated drinks.

You hand the last one to a teenage girl, looking very apologetic. You give her a smile.

“Next!”

Woah. the man who now stands in front of you was definitely gonna fuck up your work day. He wore thinly framed round glasses and had messy curly hair, plus a beard that you found all too attractive. You attempted to compose yourself. “What can I get you?”

The man stared blankly for a moment, then responded. Must've not gotten a lot of sleep last night. “Uh.. what do you recommend?”

“Oh! I guess I'm kind of a sucker for anything caramel, do you want something hot or cold?”

“Really just make me your favorite, I haven't done this in a while.”

“What, ordered coffee?” you joked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Ooh-kay, name for the order?”

“Spencer.” (god, why is it always the s names?)

“Alright Spencer, that will be 5 bucks, just tap or swipe or do whatever, and I'll have that ready for you in just a minute.” you smile, not letting the customer service voice falter, ignoring the unholy visions of what you wanted this man to do to you invading your mind.

You set to work on another overly complicated drink. Usually you would be complaining your ass off to yourself right now, but youre the one who subjected yourself to this. You're too weak when it comes to cute customers.

Working alone on slow days was your favorite kind of shift, because you got to play your own playlist. Today, that was a bit more of a curse as you notice Spencer humming along.

As you placed the lid on the cup, you looked up to the booth where he was waiting. He looked away immediately, as if he had already been staring. You hoped that he was.

Walking out from behind the counter, you set the cup on the table in front of him. “Here you go,”

He smiles softly, uttering a soft thanks. You made your way back to the counter, watching from a distance as he collected his things and walked out of the cafe.

God, you had never wanted a new regular more.

—

The next morning, he was back. Looking up at the door as the bell rang, you saw him once again. Spencer was wearing a graphic tee, revealing tattoos you hadn't seen yesterday. You felt a smile creep up your face, but a pit form in your stomach with no discernible cause. Before you could get too lost in thought, though, Spencer was at the counter, ready to order.

"Hey,” you smiled, “Are you ready to order for yourself today, or want another surprise?”

He let out a soft laugh, a sound that made your heart leap out of your chest. “If it isn't too much of a burden-,” he started, the last word dripping with sarcasm. “-I would enjoy a surprise drink.”

You sigh dramatically, “Fine,” drawing out the word with childlike brattiness. “Here or to go?”

Spencer said something he never could have if actual thoughts were going through his head:

“Here, but only if you sit with me while I drink,”

Holyshitholyshitholyshit- “Keep trying, maybe you'll get there eventually. Your total is 5.25.” You joked, a smile on your face covering your internal freak out over the fact that you just rejected the hottest guy you had ever seen.

And try he did. Every day, without fail, he came into your cafe, ordered his usual (your usual) and asked you to sit with him. And every day, you were too afraid to say yes.

"Are you sure that you don't want something new?”

“Give me the drink, please.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, but got to work making his drink. For the first time in three weeks, he stayed near the counter as you made it. As you let the coffee brew, you leaned on the counter, looking at him.

“So.. why are you always here so early? Like; this is earlier than all my other usuals,”

“You have other usuals? Wow, and I thought I was special,”

“Yes, I have other usuals. But you might be a favorite.” you smiled at him softly, and he returned the look. “Answer my question, though. Why are you here at like.. Six every day? How early do you work?”

Spencer looked slightly uncomfortable, then spoke. “I actually don't have to be there until 10 most days.”

“Hmm?”

“Well, I work at this Youtube comedy company, and so the first time I came here was a shoot week, so I did have to be at work by 7 to set up. It's just that when that week ended… I decided to just always get here early.”

“Wait, what company? Also, why? Why not just come later?” you questioned, trying to silence the hopeful voice in your head saying that you were the reason he kept coming back.

“It's less busy at this time. I get to actually talk to you.” What.

“Oh.. that's really sweet, man.” Man? Why would you say that- “I like talking to you too. So where do you work?”

Spencer looked slightly reluctant, but you tried to not read into it. “It's called Smosh,”

You perked up. “No shit? I was obsessed with Smosh when I was younger. Like- I got home from school every day and immediately pulled up whatever was posted that day,” you notice him looking down, and poke his arm, near a tattoo of a thwomp. “Why didn't you want to tell me?”

Spencer looks up at you. “Hmm?”

“You tried to change the topic. What's up?”

He purses his lips, then softly says “I didn't want that to be the only reason you like me. Or- like talking to me. Sorry.”

You open your mouth to respond, to tell him his worries were wrong, but are interrupted by the sound of the bell on the door. You look up and see your favorite coworker. “Hey Zoë! Can you watch the counter for like.. Two minutes for me?”

She raised an eyebrow at you and the man standing next to you. “It's about to get really busy.”

“I know, I know, just- please?” you looked at her, and she must've seen the desperation in your eyes, because she responded-

“Fine. Just be back soon. Love ya.”

You looked at her like she had just saved your life, and turned back to Spencer. “Wanna talk at a table?” Spencer just looked at you like you had grown a second head, but nodded. When you sat down, you started talking again. “I really like talking to you. And I did before you told me you have my childhood dream job. I like your humor and your laugh and your hair. I like your taste in music and movies and I like you.”

Spencer took a moment to collect his words. He couldn't find any, so he just leaned across the table and kissed you. A million thoughts raced through both of your heads, until you heard Zoë cough at you from behind the counter, and pulled away.

“Sorry.” Spencer apologized. You shook your head with a smile, and asked if you could put your number in his phone. He handed you the device, and you pondered for a moment before you put your name in as ‘beautiful sexy perfect human’. You texted yourself a “hey” from his phone, and added his name as ‘spenner’. He took his phone back, immediately letting out a “Shit! I have to get to work.” When he saw the time, and standing up to leave.

You frowned, but as he walked out and let the door close behind him, you sent him a simple two word text.

spenner

bye cutie

He was still close enough that you could see him smile through the window when he opened his phone. You turned to the counter to get back to work, when Zoë asked you:

“Was that Spencer Agnew?”