#chosen!spencer agnew x reader

[hayleythesugarbowl]

spencer agnew where his partner is visiting shoot day and Spencer flirts with reader in his chosen outfit 🤭

I Choose You || Chosen!Spencer Agnew x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist  ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: when you come to visit smosh, where your boyfriend spencer works, he surprises you by showing you one of his favorite characters

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none

a/n: ahh i hope you enjoy this my love 🤭 this worked perfect for a short lil fic and i hope it’s what you wanted

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     “Can I ask why you’re wearing a jester hat?”

     You looked up at the woman in front of you.

     “This?” She said, “It’s part of my character. Though what character I don’t exactly know yet.”

     You shrugged. It wasn’t the weirdest thing you’d seen since you arrived at Smosh.

     You’d just arrived a few minutes ago, finally making your way to the right studio. Spencer hadn’t given you exact directions and you’d had to ask multiple people which way it was.

      “So are you new here?” The jester-hat woman asked. “I’m Amanda, by the way.”

      “No, I’m just visiting,” you gestured to your lanyard, “I’m (Y/n), Spencer’s partner.”

      Amanda cocked her head to the side. “Huh, so you are real. There goes my 20 bucks.”

     You chuckled. “Yeah, Spencer invited me to come watch the shoot today. He said he wanted to show me something, but I don’t know where he is.”

     “Found him,” Amanda said, pointing in the direction of Spencer 

     You watched as he walked towards you. You took in his attire. He was wearing a black wolf-themed t-shirt, khaki shorts, and dark sunglasses, a sword at his hip.

     “Oh boy,” Amanda patted your shoulder, “Good luck with that.”

     She stepped away leaving you alone, before Spencer arrived in front of you.

     “Hey Spence,” you said. “I—

    “So,” he interrupted. He put on a voice, completely in character. “You must be the new visitor here at Smosh.”

     He indicated the visitor’s lanyard you wore around your neck. You were only confused for a moment before you realized. This must be what he wanted to show you—a character. You decided to sit back and see where this went. 

      “This studio is a freaking hellscape,” he continued, “If you wish to survive here, you must listen to these instructions, and listen carefully.”

     You raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh. 

     Spencer pulled his sunglasses down, breaking character for a moment “(Y/n), this is serious. Never laugh at the Chosen.”

     “The Chosen?” 

     “Yes,” Spencer said, becoming the character again, voice and all. “The Chosen. Master of wit and combat. Downfall of all my enemies.”

     “Right,” you nodded your head, an amused look on your face, “Got it. Continue.”

     “As I was saying,” Spencer—the Chosen—kept going, “listen up if you want to have a rat’s chance at walking out of here alive.”

     “Number one. Never ask Angela about the chronology of any important historical events.”

     “Hey!” The woman who must have been Angela shouted in outrage, overhearing.

     “It’s ok, Ange,” Amanda consoled her, “I get my ones and elevens confused too.”

     “Moving on,” Spencer continued. Number two. If you ever need to coerce Shayne into doing your bidding, use a La Croix. Some might say it’s his life force.”

     You nodded, playing along with the bit.

     “And finally, there are many aesthetically pleasing males here. More aesthetically pleasing than I. An epidemic, if you will.  However, even though you may be tempted, pay no attention to any of them under any circumstances. They are all intellectually my inferior, trust me.”

     You giggled, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend.      

     “I doubt that,” you said.

     “I am always correct. And I assure you, my IQ is that of an—”

     “No, I meant you know I think you’re the most attractive one here.”

     “Have you heard of the warrior known as Damien?”

     “Doesn’t matter,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around Spencer, “Because I only have eyes for you.”

     “Well in that case, I’m not going to argue with you.”

     “I thought you were always right?” You shot back. 

     “Ah, I see you’ve unlocked my one weakness: beautiful people.”

     You blushed, placing your hands on his chest. “You have a weakness?”

     “I know, surprising. But even Hercules had his own form of kryptonite.”

     “Let me guess, you fought with him,” you teased, taking a step back. “What is it, clubs? Anvils? Some mythical monster?”

     “No, it was Megara’s love. Did you even watch the Disney movie?”

     You laughed. “So, beautiful people, huh?”

     You looked into Spencer’s eyes. “I seem to have that weakness too.”

     “Then you’ll know how serious it is,” he said, “And you’ll know what the only way of defending yourself against its hold is.”

     You looked at him expectantly.

     “We must kiss.”

     “Only if it’s absolutely necessary,” you played along.

     “Very,” Spencer mumbled, leaning in to kiss you.

     Your lips met his and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you in, his hand tight around your back.

      “Spencer!”

      You pulled apart slowly and both looked in the direction of the voice. 

      “Make out on your own time, we need you on set!” Amanda called.

     “Well,” Spencer said, turning back to you. “It seems I must begin another mission—one with significantly less hot babes.”

     You rolled your eyes at him.

     “I’ll see you later then,” you kissed him gently, “I’ll try to survive as long as I can.”

     “Best of luck. And remember, I may be the Chosen,” he said, “But I choose you.”

     He bent down and kissed your hand slowly, before tipping his non-existent hat to you and walking back to set. 

     You sat down on a chair towards the back of the room, reflecting on the interaction you’d just had.

     You loved Spencer so much. It was things like this that reminded you why. 

     You watched the whole shoot, enjoying seeing some of what Spencer did as a living.  You knew he was talented and funny and dedicated—but watching him work just renewed that knowledge.

     You were more in love with him than when you got there. 

     The shoot ended and Spencer walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. 

     “Well, what’d you think?” He asked, back to himself.

     “I thought you were incredible,” you answered, trying your hand at the Chosen voice.

     Spencer smiled, “Not bad, babe. But maybe you should leave the Chosen-ing to me.”

     “You are the master,” you saluted.

     There was silence for a moment.

     “So,” you began, tracing your finger along one of his arm tattoos, “Do you think you could, um, bring some of that Chosen stuff home?”

     “Really?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.

     “Yeah, I don’t know,” you said, “I think it’s kinda sexy.”

     “You do?” Spencer looked shocked and a bit flustered before clearing his throat and covering it up.

     “I mean,” he said, his voice deeper, “Of course you do.”

     You laughed, beginning to walk towards the door, grabbing Spencer’s hand as he followed you.

     “So,” he said, putting back on the Chosen voice as you giggled, “You’ve become enamored with the Chosen?”

He paused.

     “Impressive.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope y’all liked this one. stay tuned for more spencer fics coming soon 🫶

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will... r/WeaponizedIncompetence (Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader)

W.C: ~1.6k

Warnings: Teasing? The below joke...

He weapon on my Incompe until I Tence

A/N: I know that this isn't exactly what weaponized incompetence is, but I feel like he would be teased for it nonetheless.

Prompt: "A pretends to not know how to work appliances around the office (photocopier, coffee machine, etc.) so that B will help them. " from this prompt list by @deity-prompts

Smosh Masterlist

THE moment you entered the offices of Smosh inc. you'd made your daily beeline to the kettle. Whatever the day called for; instant coffee, tea or hot chocolate, the water never seemed to boil fast enough for your early morning impatience, Then again, the moment it began to whistle and you swept it off the stove your sense of urgency always seemed to dissipate. So today after fixing your cup, you breathed a simple sigh as you lifted the ceramic up to your lip. Standing in blissful silence you remained somehow unaware of the chaos a few feet away in the bullpen.

When your drink had cooled enough for you to sip comfortably, you concluded it was time to officially begin your workday. Stepping out of the kitchen you were suddenly aware of the cacophony only a few desks away, you watched as an exasperated Spencer, swaddled in his Oodie amongst the morning chill, waving off Tommy and Erin as he loudly proclaimed his comprehension of how the copier worked. Hands in the air the other two had backed away, eyes wide with light smiles tugging the corners of their mouths up into their cheeks.

A brief conversation with Luke later and your mug had barely kissed the pleather of your desk mat before a miniscule clearing of a throat had you turning on the spot. Standing in front of you was a sheepish Spencer, his hands fiddling with a strange piece of greyish plastic. As his eyes aggressively avoided your own, the rubber of his soles squeaked against the floor as his feet all but tap danced in apparent nerves.

'um-Hey do you know how to work the copier?- this uh -piece came off.' You gave him a warm smile and a nod as best to quench his unease, Settling your cup down once again, you found yourself wordlessly following him over to the machine.

'Don't worry about this-' you took the plastic from his hands; '-it always comes loose' before placing it back into the mouth of the copier, and snapping it into place.

'So-um what are you hoping to copy?' turning around to check the paper tray, your awaited an answer that didn't come... So craning your neck around you spotted the dumbfounded look all over his face, seemingly lost already. Presuming it was your actions that stifled his linguistic abilities you started again, 'Oh yeah sorry, so this tray-' you paused to gesture to the part and to check he had indeed snapped from his stupor.

'Just needs whatever paper you want it printed on- It runs out all the time, so its always worth a check if you're running into problems. Speaking of...' Extending a hand in his direction you forced yourself to remain straight-faced as his fingers brushed yours as he handed over the page.

'Sorry about this by the way, but at least its a short one. right? cause its only one page?' His voice was unsure but when you moved your head in confirmation his posture straightened. 'definitely! And whenever you need to do a longer one just give me a yell. yeah?' Spencer only smiled in response, glad for your offer as you continued; 'But for now, you just have to put the page in here and then you press...'

YOUR drink had already grown cold, long since forgotten in the multitude of tasks that filled your morning. Spencer was fiddling, today, with a notebook; a haphazard table drawn out on the grid paper. 'Hey- sorry- um do you know how to work the scheduling setup? I need to organize for next shoot week for games and I'm not sure how to use the new system.' Shaking your head you fixed him with a teasingly critical look, 'Tsk tsk tsk Spencer, didn't you do the new training module?'

He sighed in relief at your attempt at jest before starting to explain his confusion as he turned to walk away from your desk. 'Well uh-you know Alex usually handles it, but 'cause he's on holiday, I've got to...' He trailed off somewhat as he looked over his shoulder, now a few meters from your desk he pouted until you pushed out your chair and stood to follow him back to his own desk. With a slight roll of your eyes you trailed along behind him, considering how best to explain what was... plain and simple, a colour coded version of the exact same old system. As he settled into his chair you made quick work of pulling up the excel sheet, well somewhat 'quick', you weren't exactly rushing to leave his side.

'So yeah, it's simple enough, just check the column for the time slots and the rows for the cast members down the side there...' trailing off, the hand you had used to explain your point dropping to the desk as you noted his eyes once again set on you. It wasn't until you raised a brow in his direction he managed to stutter out a measly; 'What?'

THIS time your work day was almost over, only a couple more emails to reply to and you were free as a bird. Nevertheless when you spotted the familiar fluffy head of hair slinking up to your desk, your mug in hand alongside his own, you struggled to find an ounce of frustration within yourself at the interruption. A new addition to what was now a commonplace occurrence in your day to day at Smosh, was the dusting of pink in his cheeks and dancing across his nose.

Spencer seemed somewhat reluctant to speak so you silently stood to follow him wherever he needed your help. Flashing you a brief and timid smile in appreciation he spun on the spot and scurried ahead to the kitchen.

Clawing at a shred of composure and dignity you managed to stop yourself from darting after the receding editor, instead settling on what you hoped was a casual stroll.

It was not.

Catching up to him you waited for him to explain what he so desperately wanted your assistance with. Spencer gestured towards the kettle that sat heating atop the flame of the stovetop. when your blank stare returned to him he finally spoke, 'I've had it on there for like ten minutes and it's not doing the whistling thing,' he forced a quick exhale before keeping going, 'I thought it was only meant to take a few minutes.' His tone was high and incredulous, appearing to be utterly stumped by the small device.

Narrowing your eyes, you looked back and forth between Spencer and the kettle for a solid moment until a muttered 'please?' fell from his lips.

Caught of guard by the desperation in the word, yet still reeling from what you now had to conclude was a serious question, you stepped forward and flicked down the small spout cap without a word. In that same moment the room was filled with the all to familiar screeching whistle of the device, all the while keeping a narrow stare focused on his face, a small part still disbelieving in his confusion.

Spencer's now fully blushing expression followed your movements as you stepped back. Filling the space in turn, he retrieved the kettle and poured both mugs full with water, quieting the noise all together.

More shy than ever he placed your mug on the counter by your side, a soft 'thank you' snapping you from your stare, and painting a boisterous smile on your lips at the released absurdity of the situation of the past few minutes. 'My pleasure Spencer' you muttered back, still astounded by the preceding minutes.

'TODAY on Reddit Stories our theme is r/WeaponizedIncompetence.'

You had some spare time during your day and had decided to spend it watching the filming of the next Pit Reddit video.

'So today we have IAN! an expert in-'

'Being and absolute WEAPON!' The man himself cut Shayne off with a flurry of flexing and groaning before he slowly took his seat, allowing the other man to continue.

'And we also have Spencer! who's an expert in-' Ian cut him off once again with a cry of 'Incompetence!' Ian, of course, laughed at his own interjection, but was this time quickly discouraged,.

'No... Spencer here, is our office's master of weaponized incompetence.' Shayne dissolved into giggles and Ian guffawed at the look of offence all over Spencer's face, 'I don't think I-'.

Shayne was quick to dispel his concern, somewhat.

'Not all the time, and definitely not with just anyone, but you do it often enough. Its okay Spence we know its not at all malicious.'

As Spencer continued to dismiss the accusations the other two men were making, Ian had fixed his sights on you, with a look that was clearly trying to get you to join the conversation. Shaking your head vehemently in response, you averted your gaze, ignoring him all together, until of course the smart arse spoke up.

'That reminds me-', Ian pouted as he called your name, and out of the corner of your eye you noted a camera panning your way.

'Yes Ian?' you ground out through gritted teeth.

The man in question had clasped his hands together against his chest, pressed his cheek to a raised shoulder and was adamantly batting his eyelashes as he carried on.

'Can you edit a games video for me? I-um don't know how... I'm just a widdle guy...'

Rolling your eyes at his antics, you curtly agreed before promptly deciding to leave the set and let them work.

Back at your desk, a fresh mug of hot chocolate by your side, your day continued to pass as it always did; productive... up until scuttling feet entered your line of sight.

'So...Spencer? Need help with editing? I wouldn't want to leave my widdle guy all lost and alone.'

[smoshyourheadin]

getting a cat with spencer?

welcome to the family

pairing: spencer agnew x f! reader

a/n: cat dad spencer 🫶🫶🫶 sorry this is short!!

the shelter was buzzing with activity as you and spencer walked in, greeted by the chorus of meows and purrs circling your ankles . spencer looked around, a mix of excitement and nervousness in his eyes.

"i can't believe we're actually doing this," he said, his voice tinged with a slight disbelief.

"me neither," you replied with a wide grin. "but it's going to be great. we both need a friend."

as you wandered through the rows of cages, a small, gray kitten caught your attention. the kitten looked up with wide, curious eyes, and spencer's face lit up. "what’s about this one?" he asked, crouching next to the crate. the kitten immediately started purring, rubbing against the bars. he pet he head softly, and she leant into him.

"looks like she's chosen you," you said, laughing softly.

spencer gently picked up the kitten, holding her close. "she’s perfect. what should we name her?"

you thought for a moment, watching the kitten snuggle into spencer's arms. "how about samus, because she’s the best?"

spencer giggled at your remark, knowing samus is your favourite nintendo character, nodding. "samus it is. welcome to the family, little gal."

as you handled the adoption paperwork, you couldn’t help but feel a growing excitement. once everything was finalized, you stepped out of the shelter, spencer carefully carrying samus in her new carrier.

on the drive home, spencer kept glancing back at her. "i think she's already settling in," he said, his voice soft and filled with affection.

"she's going to love it with us," you said, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "and we’re going to love having her."

back at your apartment, you set up samus’ new bed and toys. spencer released her from the carrier, and she immediately began exploring, her tiny paws padding across the floor. she paused to look up at both of you, as if approving her new home.

spencer crouched down, offering her a toy mouse. "welcome home," he said with a smile.

you joined him on the floor, watching as she pounced on the toy. "i love her," you said, leaning into spencer.

he wrapped an arm around you, nodding in agreement. "i love her too. i love you more though"

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will… (Trinkets, Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader)

Being in love with one Spencer Agnew was tortuous for all the reasons it was undeniable, he was kind and thoughtful to a fault. So how do you bury feelings like these? Badly and in a way more painful than you realize.

Smosh Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Happy ending, primary school insults, heartache, Unrequited requited feelings.

Wc: ~2.8k

Permitting your legs to give out you flopped down onto the tiny couch, dramatically shielding your eyes from the harsh fluorescent lights. You released an exaggerated sigh to announce your entrance and two feet away, Spencer eagerly watched your performance, shaking his head at your regular antics a giddy smile danced across his lips accompanied by a giggled greeting.

Often growing tired of the plain nature of your own workspace, you often ventured to the gamer zone, as you called it, whenever you found yourself in need of a break. The variety of figures and art littered around the makeshift room was comforting, this was in part due to the presence of the man just a few steps away and his interests. Many hours worth of breaks were spent listening to explanations of his collections, his ramblings were comforting and the spark present in his eyes while Spencer spoke put a warmth in your chest. Looking at the man beside you as you did now, however, was something you had tried to avoid every time, and every time, you failed within seconds.

Peeking tentatively through a small gap, you studied every minute detail of his presence, hoping, begging your mind to commit it to memory. Dark curls sprawling in every which way caught the light like a halo. Inked sketches stretching out from beneath his sleeves coated him in his personality. Gleaming gemstones are trapped behind his wire frames yet still sparkle like stars in the countryside.

Although a supremely comfortable couch, for an office space at least, your favorite position to sit in his presence was nestled into his side at his desk. That placement however was not as comfortable as it seemed as it meant you were sitting on an old desk chair made of plastic that dug into every ounce of flesh it touched. Spencer's warmth was worth it nonetheless, the trance he put you in allowed your mind to drift; more often than not to a scene of the two of you curled up together lips moving in sync as your hands tussled through his hair. You'd fallen for him hard and fast over your first year at smosh, now six years later you still needed to wrestle your wandering mind away from such thoughts almost every time the two of you were alone. Over the years you had caught yourself fantasizing of spending your life with Spencer in all sorts of ways, all of which only managed to twist the knife in your gut, your own mind reminding you of the life you could never have.

You hadn't dwelled on these feelings for the whole time you'd worked together, Selena and Rock were a godsend as they pushed you into blind dates and nights out in an attempt to give you a reprieve. To their credit you'd been in a couple of relationships, one lasted just months but the other continued for a year and a half before he called it off in a cacophony of insecurity and accusations. Although Spencer and you had no history of romance, your status as best friends and hard-to-hide admiration for the man had wrought a bout of concerns from both of them and while they weren't entirely wrong the accusations had wrought an unshakable cloud that eventually tore both relationships apart.

In the aftermath of your breakups both Rock and Selena had held you as you cried, terrified you would have to choose between finding love and having Spencer in your life. As weeks turned into months, they grew more astute in their advice, urging you to end the suffering of not knowing, "If you told him how you feel you could make the decision, I know the thought that it might come to losing him is painful, but you can't continue this way. It's paralyzing you and hurting you in the long run."

It was a conversation the three of you had had time and time again throughout the years, it often left all of you in tears; you were terrified of losing him, and they were heartbroken witnessing your pain over and over.

Craning your neck from the arm of the couch you admired the back of his head; he'd recently let his hair grow out and your attention was continually grabbed by the way his curls bounced at his smallest of movements. At this moment however, a small blurry pink blob obstructed your view, shifting your attention to the small figure on the side table you noted a small piglet sitting atop a toilet while reading a newspaper.

An absurd snort left your nose as you brought it up closer to inspect it, the sound pulling Spencer's attention to you and the focus of your giggles. What was strange about the little pig was that he had been placed inches from where you lay your head in a place where no one who worked in the department could see from their desks, the toy was also angled to face you. Soon enough, as you moved to return the figure to its place Spencer spoke up, "I knew you'd think Chaddius was hilarious. That's his name by the way; Chaddius."

"I like it, it's very dignified and it suits him well."

"I-uh, I got him in a gatcha a few months back and found him again over the weekend and thought you would get a kick out of it, so I thought I'd put it there for you."

"Y-you put him here, for me? Spencer I-" mouth agape you looked back and forth between the small figure and the man above you.

"Well, you're in here all the time, and you said you struggle to have Knick knacks on your desk as you either get distracted or they get in your way so I thought I could brighten up the little breaks you spend in here." The awkwardness of his rambling passed you by as you sat dazed by the sentiment. You wasted no time in thanking him but finding it difficult to stop yourself you continued. "I love him. I do, but you should know I come here because it makes me so happy to hang out with you, being here is plenty bright for me, so you don't need to worry about me, okay?" he turned back to his computer a short "ok" leaving his lips before being followed by a whisper too quiet for you to hear.

The rest of your time there was spent in an uncommon silence before you left with a wave. Stopping by the bathroom on the way back to your department, you glared at yourself in the mirror before murmuring mockingly, "PlEnTy BrIgHt FoR mE... dOnT wOrRy AbOuT mE." Christ why couldn't you just leave it at thank you, he was being so kind and you felt the need to stop him. You knew his kindness came from friendship and your mind was already twisting it into something more and that felt wrong.

Are you really his friend? You clearly have ulterior motives that's for sure, but being completely honest if you saw him marry another girl, sure your heart would break but every other part of you would be ecstatic at his happiness. Does that make it better? or just more pathetic?

Jeez, this line of thinking was only ever going to hurt. Putting on your most aggressive metal music selection on your headphones, you sat at your desk and started to work, trying absolutely anything to stop your mind from returning to him for the rest of the day.

At the end of your workday, you moved to leave, Gluing your eyes to your phone screen you kept your head down as you speed walked past the game desks and out of the building.

Over the weekend, despite your inner conflict, you had settled on spending your breaks at your desk, perusing Instagram and Reddit threads. That only lasted about 5 minutes.

A Slack message lit up the corner of your monitor; "You okay?". This was unexpected, you always thought you were a nuisance, up till your last visit at least, that you were more of a bother than he let on, you never expected him to notice your absence let alone worry enough to ask you about it. Typing out a quick excuse a cringe of guilt twitching your face and closing your eyes as you hit send; "Yeah I'm okay, just chatting with Tommy and Rock, probably won't make it over today." You even hazarded a glace in the two men's direction where you had seen them earlier talking by the window. Feeling a slight discomfort at the lie you went to join them, hoping the conversation was one you didn't have to put a lot of thought into.

The rest of your days were spent in solitude, finding yourself dissatisfied with the company of anyone but Spencer you quietly slouched deeper and deeper into your chair as the hours passed you by.

Until the day of the third hide and seek.

At this point it had been over two months since you stopped visiting the scruffy gamer in his zone. You'd felt withdrawals for a while and had caught yourself walking almost all the way there more than a few times. Movement on the other side of the office tore your attention from Kiana as she announced filming was about to start, little above a blur as he scurried from his desk. Your eyes however lingered on the space. More specifically on the end table by the couch. The top of the dilapidated wood piece was consumed by dozens of figures. Some alongside Chaddius, animals atop a latrine. Some birds perched in various precarious yoga poses. All of varying sizes and colours yet all sharing one. notable. trait. Every single character was turned to face the couch. Your couch.

There were over 50 little dudes.

Well beyond fifty work days since you kept yourself at your desk.

More than five-zero days that that curly-haired gremlin king must have gently placed a new figure there.

Just.

For.

You.

To leave them lonely and purposely collecting dust. Just for you to leave him hangin. To leave him clearly missing your presence. But wait. I hear you say,Surely if he was missing you this much he would have reached ou-. He did though Didn't he? You were the one who left. You were the one who lied. You were the one who avoided him like the plague.

A hand jostling your shoulder broke your spiraling thoughts Tommy was eyeing you suspiciously from your side not stopping as he passed you. "Come on, there's thirty seconds." calling back as he strolled backwards towards the kitchen he continued. "And you're right by the way; what you were thinking. Silly plan my guy."

Leaning forward into a hurried scamper you rushed to find somewhere to hide, your clever spot and disguise long forgotten and much too far away. A hand shot out from the nearby cupboard pulling you to stumble inside. Following the hand, and connected arm up you met Spencer's pouting gaze. Mind still a haze the yelled countdown drowned out by the thumping of blood through your ears, you turned on the spot to leave the small space.

You never took a step, hand on the knob, feet refusing to budge. Casting a glance down you noted the boots that covered your own, the toes of his shoes pinned our own to the floor. The sight would be comical if he didn't look as defeated as he did, a new glistening shine visible in his eyes despite the darkness.

"Please. Don't."

"Spencer I-"

"You're avoiding me. Why?" his voice was harsh but that dissappeared quickly as he shuddered, dragging a forceful hand down his face, his features warped and spread the wetness that had quickly begun to pour down his cheeks. "You never come by on your breaks. You barely look at me in meetings and all but flee when I try to talk to you. Please just tell me what I did. I'll understand. I just need to know. please. I miss you."

"Spencer I- I- haven-"

"Yes, you have been. At first I understood you might be busy but week after week you never said a word to me. I noticed, Everyone noticed."

"He's right we all noticed"

Your jaw hung open as your eyes scanned the darkness, "Who-"

"God, now tell the truth! or feel my fur-" The voice fell into silence as voices were heard outside.

Taking a moment in the silence as the man in front of you was, for the moment, distracted by the game, you collected your thoughts before beginning in a whisper; "You're right, but you know that. I just couldn't let myself do it anymore. Every moment around you was torture, every kind act was a punch in the chest. It was getting worse and worse and I couldn't keep letting it happen. I hated it all."

Allowing yourself a breath you lifted your eyes from your shoes, and the sliver of light illuminating your shoes from under the door, to his eyes. A hurried gasp darted into your chest at the tears streaming down his skin, gathering to drench the neckline of his tee, you stuttered incoherently, frantic to calm his distress.

"That's not what they meant. Give them a moment." The voice, seemingly coming from above, soothed Spencer in a hushed coo before morphing into harshly spat mutterings directed at yourself. "Jesus Christ, tell him plainly you maniac."

"I'm in love with you." If your voice before was a whisper, this was the fluttering of butterfly wings in a thunderstorm, yet your tone remained even. "I've loved you for years now, I knew it was useless; you are so perfect you have this glow of joy and beauty that never leaves and I could never compare. I tried to stop loving you this way, I wanted to be the friend you thought I was. But every kindness was twisted into something more and my mind ran rampant. I felt-I feel disgusted by myself, You have always been nothing but an amazing friend and instead of treasuring what we had I couldn't help but dream of more."

"There we go"

"Yo-" He was interrupted by a sudden light that blinded the pair of you. His grip on you tightened at the shock, only softening as the new voice sounded through the space and your eyes began to adjust.

"Gotcha! Final ten and nine you guys" Arasha, the seeker, had found you yet as you resigned to leave the space at your loss you found the man inches away from you still, a shocked expression stained his cheeks until it didn't. Suddenly he was animatedly talking to the cast member about being upset at being found so fast and vowing that next time he'd win.

Prying your feet out from under his own you turned on your heel all but running from the space feeling more crowded than you ever thought possible. The hand that had encircled your arm fell to his side as you left him there, but he was not far behind as he jogged to catch up with you.

You burst through the door of the bathroom, stumbling to brace yourself against the sink chest heaving with harsh sobs as your cheeks were flush with tears. Hatred saturated your expression as you glared into the mirror, You cursed yourself for all that had happened over the last twenty minutes. Over the last two months. And over the last seven years.

Then the door flew open. Then there he was looking into your eyes. And How on earth could you blame yourself, not only did he look amazing even in the worst of situations, but here he was checking on you despite your-

No,

Stop that,

Stop thinking.

Listen to him his lips are moving,

He's talking,

dumbass.

"I can't believe we could have worked this out so much sooner. Seriously you think way too highly of me, There is no world where I buy 62 Gatcha toys and give them all unique names just for a friend, Not that you aren't a friend. I Just- Funnily enough, I felt the same way, thought I was tainting our friendship with my pining, But I also think it just makes what we have deeper, we know each other so well and care so much."

"Wait, what ar-"

"JESUS FUCK!" The voice from moments before was joined in a sort of chorus from the other side of the door.

the door opened crashing against the wall, a large group, presumably those already found, led by Jeremy, stood with a mixture of exasperated and laughing composures studying the pair of you over the threshold.

Jeremy alone continued; "Y/N You love Spencer in a-" The group behind him turned their backs arms stretching around themselves as they erupted in kissy noises. Jeremy mimicked those same noises as he continued, "In a mwehmwemme way and Spencer you love Y/N, also in a mewmwemwe way. Now kiss!" He stepped back and let the door swing shut with a slam, leaving the two of you more or less alone.

"Look, I'm sure they're just a bit carried awa-"

Your rationalization was interrupted by his lips against yours, the tension had boiled into an overflowing need. His silken lips left your own almost immediately as he wound his arms around your shoulders holding you tight into his chest. Wrapping your own around his chest your hands fisted his shirt as his did yours. All space between you was gone as you pulled each other impossibly closer, sitting in the silence you held back tears unable to shake the lingering stress and fear. Head buried in the nape of his neck you failed to remain silent for long, yearning to hear the words come from him, desperate for confirmation to quiet your racing mind, "Does this mea-"

"I love you, with everything I have, please never doubt that."

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will...Garrett Unfiltered (Spencer Agnew x gn!reader)

Warnings: secrets, embarrassment, dirty memes, suggestive,

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: 1711  

Working at Smosh was pretty cool, you were however perpetually surrounded by and involved in strange doings. Such as the current situation that had you encircled by what could only be referred to as a swarm of Chosens. You stood centre stage in an incredibly oversized referee uniform; the bottom of the shirt reaching mid-calf and the shorts engulfing your shoes.

a/n *edit*: changes detailed at bottom of work.

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You fixed your eyes on the instructions in your hands, nevermind that the words had almost immediately turned to garbled squiggly lines. You refused to let your eyes flitter to the man in front of you, who was impassionately explaining the rules and how to play the game. His speech was the reason you couldn't bear to look up at him, knowing the glow that he gives off when discussing things he enjoys and knowing that in moments like these you often find yourself watching him in an all but day-dream state. 

Forcing a long and exaggerated blink you attempted to readjust your focus, mainly because you wanted to pay attention to his gushing as you always did, but also because you did actually need to know how the game was played.

“Ten cards…prompt…blanks…card Tsar pic-” in your haze you managed to register the call from Kiana that interrupted his description, but you failed to catch what she said. Yet as he started again; ‘I-uh should go, dont worry youll get it when you start playing!’ you watched him move to leave, muttering a quick goodbye and thanks to his wishes of good luck, you thought about the video to come. If anyone knew the chaos that was the Chosen videos it would surely be him; after his appearance in many and his editing of many more.

Welp you were substantially boned and those scraps of instructions would have to do for the filming. Shifting focus; you attempted to get into character, although being the referee wasn’t a complicated position, it did require you to keep a straight face throughout the antics of the chosens. 

As you took your spot beside Shayne and the video began, it all came so naturally and the filming passed in the blink of an eye. Until, of course, the time came to pose for thumbnails; at which point you were caught off guard by Garrett’s voice calling out from beyond the set. 

“Y/n don't look now, but all your dreams have come true you are surrounded by Spencers!” 

As your cheeks grew hot, the cast and crew released many sputterings and guffaws at his declaration. Thank fuck that Spencer’s desk was on the other side of the building.

The only thing that nagged at the back of your mind as you all tidied and prepped for the next filming, was that Spencer would most definitely be the one editing this video and he would most definitely witness that embarrassing and incriminating moment. 

Sadly that was all there was to do, that and wait for the fallout. So you pushed on.

As lunch rolled around with only a few more shoots to do, everyone was pretty knackered with only low idle chatter echoing throughout the shared space. You only had one video left to film; a ‘Who Meme’d it’ that consisted of yourself, Spencer and Amanda as well as Shayne (of course), and then you were free to go. Sitting with Chanse and Angela you’d maintained a conversation around the latest shows you’d seen, attempting to keep your mind off the impending doom you knew was coming.

Dramatic? 

Yes. 

Wrong? 

No.

There wasn’t too much to do after lunch to set up, mainly getting yourself done up for the camera in a new outfit. Excited for the shoot you were the first one mic’d up and ready, already sitting in your chair as the others stepped onto set. This was your first time on this particular game, but you’d seen most of the other episodes and always thought it looked like good fun, not to mention you were able to submit some memes of your own. The game went by peacefully, you’d managed to gain a few points amongst your colleagues, however at the halfway point you’d found yourself in last place. As the man to your right leaned back in his seat, you took him in, making sure to keep your eyes fixed forward you utilised your peripherals to the best of your ability. His eyes lit up, he was swaying as he laughed and his hair created a fluffy halo around his head. He was always handsome, but like this, enjoying himself so thoroughly and comfortably he was beautiful.

Picking up a few points in the next round, after finally regaining your focus, giggling to yourself about the joke at Shayne’s (exasperated) expense what came on screen next almost made you choke. 

Shayne immediately lost it, leaning against the wall for support as his chest heaved, Kiana and Greg were offscreen releasing statements of “there is no way this can stay in” and “what in the world” respectively. Although, their exasperation was clearly forced; as smirks blossomed on their faces.

With a scoff you started writing your answer, trying your hardest to avoid the eyes on yourself and the man at your side. That was harder as Spencer’s eyes were also fixed on you even as his hand scribbled across the whiteboard. At the end of the round you’d all gained a point with Garrett creating that meme, you muttered curses just loud enough for him to hear as he stood in the wings sending him the meanest glare you could manage all the while failing to wipe the smile off your face. Despite the situation his teasing put you in Garrett was undeniably funny and this occasion was no different, so your grumpy expression faded soon enough for the next meme. 

Suddenly, however, your stool was inwtolerable and you were unable to remain still. Continuously fidgeting with the marker and board you were given, you failed to take note of the eyes tracing your hands and hips, sitting amidst a slight frown upon the face of the man beside you. You’re attention was set, for a time, on Shayne as you tried your darndest to win. You did not win, you came second to Spencer and as you looked to congratulate him, you found his eyes already set on yours. Until Shanye began to outro the video and you were forced to turn towards the camera; a wild grin pulling at your mouth as you gestured to the outfit of merch you had chosen to rep.

Following the conclusion of filming you gathered some things and moved to leave, before a call of your name stopped you in your tracks. Turning to face the voice, your eyes fall on Spencer who had returned to his desk and donned his oodie, twisting back and forth in his chair, his mouth pulled into a small smile as he gestured you over with his head. You complied wheeling over an empty chair to nestle yourself by his side, relishing in the soft warmth he gave out. The video on hin monitor was an old style mlg compilation of your favourite game, a game you had mentioned only once in an old video.

He laughed along with you as the video played and when it finished the two of you were stuck in a quiet awkward space.

Both of you searched for something to talk about, ignorant to the mutual nature of your desperation to further the interaction, the heartache over the seemingly unattainable.

As the seconds stretched to minutes Spencer snapped through the quiet as he hit a few keys on his laptop. Glancing at the screen you recognised the still image of the chosen video from that earlier, before you got the chance to speak he had panned through the footage to the last minute. He looked into your eyes as he hit play, as the playback continued he held your gaze, faces inches apart, shoulder still burrowed in his side. His facial expression remaining blank until those familiar words hit your ears, at which point he simply raised an eyebrow and began to smirk, allowing the video to end before he spoke up.

“So, does this mean I’m in your dreams?” His tone was jovial but the question seemed genuine and suddenly ,there were too many and too little thoughts running through your mind, how were you meant to respond? There was no way to get out of this…

Unless…

“Nah, honestly its a little embarrassing but theres just something about the chosen, that makes me all giggly.” You forced your tone to match his as your hand found his chest and you pushed to move away from him.

Welp that was the stupidest choice, honestly a rejection would have been better, the look on his face was near unreadable, at least for you. To anyone else, especially the small gaggle of cowrokers listening from the kitchen, the falling of his face was painful to watch. 

But maybe…

Just maybe this is salvageable… because losing Spencer in any capacity filled you with such dread as you could never surmount.

“And I mean it doesnt hurt that he shares a name with the cutest and most funniest guy I know.” looking at the man infront of you, you took notice of the plum colour of his cheeks not to mention his newfound inability to meet your eyes. Taking a moment to soften your eyes and move your hand to his arm “Seriously Sep, they were messing with me, I’ve kinda had a thing for you for a while and Tommy, and everyone else, kinda sussed it out a while ago. Sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I can keep my distance if this is too much.” leaning away from spencer you stood from your chair, your momentum soon cut off as a tug of your arm had you toppling backwards.

Arms creeping around your waist, he held you in place atop his lap. His head tucked into your neck as he spoke softly. “Please never even think of it, there is no such thing as too much when it comes to you.”

A/n *edit*: "crimson painted your cheeks" -> "your cheeks grew hot" I always attempt to keep my descriptions of the reader vague so that anyone can slide into that place, I apologise for the mistake. Thank you for making me aware of this.

[matchesarelit]

The Complexities Of Blue Raspberry (Chosen x Reader)

You were new to the convention exhibitor game, so maybe you could use a helping hand. or maybe that would be even more perplexing.

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Mentions of stickiness on skin, tornado potatoes, gawking, NNN allusion apart from that pretty pg still...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

~The 23rd of November~

Shrugging off your backpack you finally began to setup your stall, tiny displays and pinned up prints as well as a freshly printed banner adorned with your artist tag. This was the first convention you were attending as an exhibitor, showing off your creations, and despite years of attending such events your nerves were ablaze at the new context.

Shuffling around the space, tweaking millimeter misplacements that only existed in your own mind, you attempted to whittle away the hours until the doors of the con opened, having arrived as early as the staff would let you in. Sitting on the little stool behind the counter you made conversation with the lady to your left, and when she suggested the two of you cover each others stalls and trade off breaks, you wasted no time in agreeing. After an extended conversation over the ins and outs of working a con, she bid her goodbyes to finish setting up her stall.

Within minutes your focus was pulled away from your phone by a four syllable cough, 'Greetings goodly merchant, I noted your fresh face and believed I would do well to introduce myself as well as inform you of some things.

'So... you must be the new stall owner. I came over to introduce myself as well inform you of some things. first of all, this place is a freaking hellscape, the attendees can be greedy and the heat can get overwhelming.' As he paused you tool the chance to observe the man in front of you, he was built as all get out, with a wolf print shirt caging his biceps and an orange 'staff' lanyard dangling between his defined pecs. His stance was tense, only being highlighted by the tautness of his black jeans, as if he was perpetually ready for some kind of battle, digitized or otherwise; with a black foam katana hanging off of one hip and a 3DS on the other.

Glancing up to meet his eyes as he spoke up, you were met with his blackout wraparound sunglasses and the alluring mystery they caged. 'My role as a dedicated member of the convention staff, a highly elite squadron, is to ensure that everything runs perfectly for the attendees but especially the guests and superstar artists such as yourself.'

He seemed confident yet not cocky at his station and to say he seemed capable would be the understatement of the century.

'That is truly a great honor of a position, I am glad we have someone like you at our defence...' you trail off awaiting his name,

'My earthly name is Spencer Agnew, but my official title across all realms is 'The Chosen'.' he paused as he finished his comprehensive introduction, taking a deep bow in your direction before enquiring after your own name and after attesting to the beauty of it he took his leave, but not without making a point of swiping a business card from your display.

The trance that you were left in after his departure was almost all consuming and if you didn't love your craft as much as you did the first bright eyed con attendee looking around your stall would have blown past you without a thought. Yet, As the day truly began, the hours came and went with ease, slowing only on occasion that you caught a flash of his dark glasses or a curt nod in your direction.

Lunch came all to quickly and as Laura, the stall owner you spoke with earlier, asked you to cover the their table, before returning barely five minutes later stating that she was simply going to eat at her table. She, however, insisted that you take your time, so turning to retrieve your purse you checked around yourself, something you refuse to admit to yourself was a hopeful attempt to catch a glance of The Chosen, before strolling towards the convention centre door, eager to check out the food trucks set up outside.

-Its like I always say the best thing about con season is the Hurricane Potatoes-

So as you waited to the side of the truck for your salty snack, your focus was soon stolen by the figure of The Chosen standing across the courtyard, in line for a Slush Puppee, his own focus set upon the game in his hands. So after thanking the staff member for the stick of patatoey goodness, you moved to greet the man who as you walked over was pocketing his game. Standing next to him in line you fumbled out the best conversational prompt you could think of; 'So... you on your break as well?' He didn't startle at your voice simply turning to give a small yet genuine smile, 'indeed. I am attempting to cool down from the intensity of the heat inside.' You nodded along, even siting still the heat of the venue had taken a toll on you. 'I see you chose the Potato Tornado for your sustenance, Impressive choice. It will surely assist you in the coming hours of battle.' Although you considered the comparison slightly dire, with a shy thank you, you allowed the pair of you to fall into relative silence until, of course, you were handed your cups.

'So what flavor are you planning to get? and what would you recommend?' It was another relatively weak attempt to get the conversation going again but it seemed to work like a charm as he once again had that calmly confident look on his face as he spoke up...

'Well... the cola is of course a reliable choice but it is... inherently pedestrian, myself; I prefer the more intellectually complex Blue Raspberry. The very concept of such a flavor is something most will never be able to comprehend.' Lost in his spiel the brief graze of his fingers against yours as he took your cup and filled it alongside his own with the conceptually intense blue flavor, sent a chill up your arm and derailed any train of thought that could have you protesting. 'That being said I think you might be able to appreciate its beauty.' smiling you took the plastic in two hands, missing the way his shielded eyes met yours as the last word fell from his tongue., as you sipped briefly to acquaint yourself with the taste. 'Let me know what you think of it, perhaps we can discuss it later... over refills.' his tone was less of a question and more of a musing that hang in the air as he all but powerwalked back inside the venue leaving you lingering to the side of the trailer, mindlessly sipping the quickly melting neon blue drink as you watched his form recede.

Soon enough you decided it was time to journey back to your stall, the tornado lost long ago in the war against the blue powered brain freeze the icy beverage tingled and stung the hand that it was clasped in. As you sped through the building, weaving as you went between the crowds you caught sight of Spencer wrangling some rowdy weebs away from each other, the vison of him standing over the rambunctious pair, weapons sheathed away and yet guns on full display, tugged your focus away from looking ahead of yourself and had you colliding, within seconds, with a metal pillar.

Although the collision wasn't a painless endeavor your head and extremities were functional. That is if you don't consider your purple and yellow bruised confidence such a public mishap inflicted. So chin tucked to your chest you resumed walking once more. It was, however, only then, with your eyes cast downwards that you registered, at the sight of darkened wet fabric, the cold sensation across your front.

Pleading with the universe that no-one took much notice you forced yourself to continue on your path. What you were unaware of is that the cruel universe is indifferent to your suffering, and hence that the chosen himself had taken notice of your public stumbling.

So, tending to a weakened ego you tucked yourself behind your table, thanking Laura and avoiding their pitying gaze, you focused on the stock of your stall and refilling what was available. The sticky sensation clung to your skin annoyingly persistently throughout the hours, occasionally pulling your focus from the exchanges and conversations you attempted to make.

There was three hours left of the convention when a familiar shadow loomed over your setup, 'so... I assume you quite enjoyed the blue raspberry complexities' his tone remained as it always was, serious and confident, but a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth gave all the indication you needed as he gestured to your shirt.

Thank fuck you thought at least he didn't see me- 'Although in future you should probably focus more on your surroundings, it is important for any great warrior to be completely aware at all times.'

'Well I-I'm not...' your defence trailed off as he wordlessly tucked his lanyard under his shirt, before tugging the grey cotton over his head- your mind took no time to process the reasoning behind his movements, much too focused on the flexing of his arms and the bare muscles that soon lay bare under the fluorescents, if his pecs were tremendous under his shirt well- Oh fuck, is he speaking?

'take this,' he held out the cloth gingerly, the first hesitant act you had seen from the stoic man in front of you and a genuinely kind offer at that. Despite the chill that ran across the skin the top touched as you took it from him your mouth refused to simply thank him; 'Wait don't you-'

'No, I've attuned my body to achieve peak function in all environments not matter the circumstance.' Not wanting to appear ungrateful, with a smile you hurriedly ducked underneath the table, covered somewhat by the cheap opaque party tablecloth you changed, shrugging the shirt over you head you were surprised by the softness of the fabric.

Returning to your seat you thanked him profusely, an act he waved off without thought. 'What kind of warrior would I be if I didn't?' the question hang in the air, rhetorical both in creation and in the way that you had no clue how to respond to it, until he spoke again; 'So... how is your November going?'

Clearing your through and fighting the heat in your cheeks you finally realized how to convey exactly what you needed to;

'Twenty-three days ...' you paused looking him up and down before stopping at the bulge of his bicep as you finished, 'Strong'.

[hayleythesugarbowl]

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➳ hello lovelies!! since I’m practically a smosh blog at this point i felt like i should make a separate masterlist for smosh fics + headcanons. enjoy 💌🍒

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ian hecox…

╰┈➤ First Fake Date || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2.5k warnings: none summary: Ian finds out his ex-girlfriend is going to be at an upcoming event and when you volunteer to go as his fake-date things don’t go quite as either of you planned.

╰┈➤ More Than Friends || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 3.5k warnings: mild cursing summary: you have been ignoring your growing feelings for your best friend ian, but when you are chosen to do a romantic scene together will those feelings stay hidden?

╰┈➤ Fishy || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.8k warnings: none summary:you and ian have been dating for some time now, sneaking around so no one in the office knows you’re seeing each other. but when you find yourself in an uncomfortable situation, you’re forced to reveal your relationship to your coworkers

anthony padilla…

╰┈➤ First Day || Anthony Padilla x reader • ☽

word count: 2.7k warnings: mild language, cheesiness summary: after ian and anthony buy smosh, you can’t wait to finally meet anthony. but your first encounter with him doesn’t go exactly as you would have thought.

spencer agnew…

╰┈➤ Cool Shoes || Spencer Agnew x reader • ♡☽

word count: 3.7k warnings: mild swearing summary: when you join smosh as the newest addition to the games crew, you are immediately attracted to spencer. but will your little crush turn into something more?

╰┈➤ Cool Shoes: Part 2 || Spencer Agnew x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2.8k warnings: implied sex, innuendos summary: now that you’ve both admitted your feelings for each other, spencer takes you out on your first official date

╰┈➤ Birthday Wishes || Spencer Agnew x reader • ♡☽

word count: 3.2k warnings: mild language summary: you and spencer have been long distance for some time now, and he decides he wants to do something special and surprise you for your birthday

╰┈➤ Spilled Punch || Spencer Agnew x reader • ☽

word count: 3k warnings: none summary: when you agreed to go to a smosh party with your best friend tommy, you didn’t imagine enjoying yourself very much. you also didn’t imagine you’d end up making out with spencer in the coat closest

╰┈➤ I Choose You || Chosen!Spencer Agnew x reader • ☽

word count: 1.1k warnings: none summary: when you come to visit smosh, where your boyfriend spencer works, he surprises you by showing you one of his favorite characters

╰┈➤ Marry Me || Spencer Agnew x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2.4k warnings none: none summary: after seeing shayne and courtney tie the knot, you are worried that you’ll never find a love like theirs. that’s when you start to see your best friend spencer in a new light

angela giarratana…

╰┈➤ Misread Signs || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

word count: 2.2k warnings: none summary: when you start to become really close with courtney, angela takes this as a sign that you aren’t interested in her, until unusual circumstances cause you both to realize each other’s feelings

╰┈➤ Love Hurts || Angela Giarratana x reader • ✧♡☽

word count: 3.9k warnings: angst summary: you have been in love with angela for months and upon finding out that she is dating someone else, heartbroken, you start to distance yourself from her and everything else in your life

╰┈➤ Jealousy, jealousy || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

word count: 1.3k warnings: hickeys summary: angela finds herself jealous when another member of the cast flirts with you and she decides to let you know that you’re hers

╰┈➤ Sleepyhead || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽

word count: 0.9k warnings: none summary: a sleepy angela wakes up with you and refuses to let you get out of bed

╰┈➤ Second Chances || Angela Giarratana x reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.3k warnings: none summary: when the smosh cast goes on a company retreat and you and angela are forced to share a hotel room you have the opportunity to rekindle an old romance

╰┈➤ Sweeter than Pie || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.1k warnings: none summary: when you’re tired from work, angela cooks with you

╰┈➤ Princess || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

word count: 2k warnings: sick fic summary: when you start to feel sick during a game night with angela, you let her take care of you for once and she gets to see a different side of you

╰┈➤ Same Time Tomorrow || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2k warnings: none summary: you’ve been going to the same gym for a while now, crushing on the same girl who’s always there but never actually talking to her. that is, until the letters start appearing in your locker

courtney miller…

╰┈➤ Kiss the Nurse || Courtney Miller x sick!reader • ♡☽

word count: 0.6k warnings: sick fic summary: courtney takes care of you when you’re sick and is rewarded with a kiss from their patient

╰┈➤ Stay With Me || sick!Courtney Miller x reader • ♡☽

word count: 0.7k warnings: sick fic, mild swearing summary: when courtney calls and cancels your date night due to a stomach bug, you don’t hesitate to drop everything and take care of them.

╰┈➤ Only You || Courtney Miller x reader • ✧☽

word count: 1.2k warnings: none summary: when you begin to get jealous of courtney and shayne’s relationship, courtney assures you that you’re the one they love

shayne topp…

╰┈➤ Worth the Wait || Shayne Topp x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.1k warnings: mild swearing summary: shayne is determined to find out what you’re Halloween costume is this year but you won’t tell him, and when the holiday is finally here he finds it very much worth the wait

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dating…

╰┈➤ Shayne Topp ♡☽

╰┈➤ Damien Haas ♡

╰┈➤ Ian Hecox

part 1 ♡☽

part 2 ♡☽

╰┈➤ Spencer Agnew ♡☽

╰┈➤ Anthony Padilla ♡☽

╰┈➤ Trevor Evarts ♡☽

╰┈➤ Angela Giarratana ♡☽

╰┈➤ Amanda Lehan-Canto ♡☽

╰┈➤ Smosh Women ♡☽

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