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hayleythesugarbowl · 1 year ago

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smosh masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ 🎀 ˚

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

➳ 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 💌🍒

➳ requests are currently open

╰┈➤ masterlist after the cut!!

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fluff: ♡ angst: ✧ requested: ☽

ˋ°•*⁀➷ oneshots ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹˚

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

╰┈➤ Celebrity Crush || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.8k warnings: none summary: you have liked ian for some time now and despite your cast mates attempts at telling you that ian feels the same way, you don’t believe them. that is, until some interesting things are revealed through a video

╰┈➤ Historical Figure’s Mario Kart || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1k warnings: none summary: imagine being the mom + dad of smosh with ian as all of you hang out

╰┈➤ Try Not to Laugh: Crew Baby Edition || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.2k warnings: pregnancy, talk of milk (iykyk) summary: you announce your’s and ian’s pregnancy through a TNTL bit

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 smut, 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

╰┈➤ Fight Club || Spencer Agnew x reader • ✧♡☽

word count: 1.8k warnings: cursing, gross man flirts with you summary: when you’re at a club with spencer and you get hit on by a drunk man, you are annoyed that spencer feels like he has to protect you. but then, when things go too far, you get to see just how much spencer cares for you

╰┈➤ See You Online || Spencer Agnew x reader (partial social media au) • ♡☽

word count: 2.6k warnings: mild swearing summary: when you see a smosh video of spencer saying you’re one of his favorite youtubers, you begin to interact online. then, when you both attend vidcon (and spencer’s friends convince him to talk to you) you hit it off

╰┈➤ Dropping Hints || Spencer Agnew x reader (social media au) • ♡☽

word count: 1k warnings: mild language summary: after you guest star in a smosh video, you and spencer start dropping hints of your relationship on insta

trevor evarts…

╰┈➤ Perfect || Trevor Evarts x chubby!reader • ✧♡☽

word count: 1.1k warnings: insecurities, body shaming, implied smut summary: when you are feeling insecure about your body after getting negative comments online from fans, trevor comforts you and assures you that you’re beautiful

╰┈➤ Am I The Crush? || Trevor Evarts x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2.2k warnings: mild swearing summary: when trevor joined smosh, you quickly became friends, helping him settle in—and secretly crushing on him. then some interesting things are revealed in a reddit stories video.

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

╰┈➤ Red, White, and You || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.2k warnings: none summary: when you and the rest of the smosh cast go to angela’s place to celebrate the fourth of july, angela makes sure you two get your own celebration

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

ˋ°•*⁀➷ headcanons ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹˚

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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last updated: 7/31/24

╰┈➤ romanticize, fantasize, sentimentalize…nostalgize ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🩰

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spennsrs · 1 year ago

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𖦹⋆｡˚⋆ฺ the only exception.

↳ TYPE OF WRITING: drabble ↳ CONTENT CREATOR: damien haas from smosh, mentioned shayne topp, spencer agnew, trevor evarts, and courtney miller ↳ SONG REC: the only exception by paramore

"we did some great work today! get some rest, dames. tell [y/n] i said howdy!" shayne's voice was muffled slightly through the phone, but nonetheless damien cheeses the possibly biggest smile known to man.

"will do, man. don't party too hard without me. although, i'm expecting some sort of text from courtney at some ungodly hour saying how you and spence drank too much."

"hey!" the faint voice of spencer almost makes damien jump, but at least he knew now he was on speaker phone, shaking his head with a chuckle.

"love you lot, but i am home now. drink water!" damien parents his friends before hanging up on shayne, sparring him from having to hear any protests. with a sigh, he puts his car in park and turns the car off before deciding to take a moment to just... breath.

he was super excited to be home with his partner, [y/n]. well... unofficial partner... cuddle buddy? situationship even, as he had heard trevor mentioned the other day. damien didn't care for a label. labels were pressed onto society way too much. two people could live together, cuddle, sometimes kiss, and not be a couple. simple as that. [y/n] seemed to enjoy it just as much as damien, and his cats finally had another parent to love on and beg for food. no matter what really happened between him and [y/n], as long as he could still come home to them, he didn't quite care.

ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

as damien opened the door to the apartment, it wasn't a surprise only freyja padded to the door to greet her father. zelda always did prefer [y/n]. "hey, sweet girl." he mutters, setting his bag by the door and crouching down to gently scritch behind the cat's ears. he picks up the grey and white feline and quietly follow the noise of what he presumed to be his partner's favorite show. his suspicions were confirmed when he peeked his head into his room to see his sweet black and white cat curled up on [y/n]'s lap, sound asleep.

he couldn't help how his heart swelled at the sight. the form curled up on his bed was covered by the sheets of the bed, tired eyes slowly trailing to where damien stood. the tired eyes shone, and damien swore he could see every star in them. "hey, love." he says lowly, slowly approaching the bed to set freyja down to let the cat join her sister.

"hi, damien."

the sleepy voice made a soft pink blush creep up on his cheeks, sitting on the edge of the bed. his hand reaches out, gently carding his fingers through their hair. [y/n], much akin to a cat, leaned into the touch with a soft smile. they reach for the remote, pausing the show. there was a comfortable silence that fell between them, damien could tell the other was emotionally exhausted. as much as he wanted to whisk them into his arms and shower them in kisses and compliments, to downright worship them and let his emotions spill like a leaky faucet.

but he had to be okay with keeping himself at a distance, to admire form afar.

[y/n] angled their head to look up at damien, simply admiring his features. he was deep in thought, and it made them pout a bit. "what's on your mind, dames?" they say softly, scooting over as their hands slip around his bicep, pulling him to lay down. "you've had a long day. wanna watch something?" the soothing voice of [y/n] made damien blink, before letting a yawn escape his lips, stretching out.

"i was gonna shower... but now that i'm laying here, exhaustion is finally catching up with me." he mumbles, slinging an arm around [y/n]'s middle, pulling them close. the sound of their giggle makes damien angle his head to comfortably look at the other. "you're so breathtaking..." he mutters, and he knows [y/n] hears due to the deep red blush that paints itself over their cheeks.

with a squeal, they hide their face in damien's chest, and damien could stay like this forever. "no, 'm not..." they mutter softly, snuggling closer.

moments like these were damien's favorites. it was selfish, but in damien's perfect dream world, he might have been [y/n]'s only exception to their avoidance of love.

little did he know, he was their only exception.

#damien haas #damien haas x reader #marnie's writings #smosh #smosh x reader #smosh games #smosh pit #i love these sillies sm #shayne topp #smosh shayne #smosh damien

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merrybloomwrites · 2 months ago

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I'll Be There for You - Platonic Smosh x Reader

Summary: 2020 starts great for reader before covid enters the chat and flips her world upside down. Her friends at Smosh are there to support her through one of the hardest times of her life.

Word Count: 2.5K

CW: covid, quarantine, parent death, panic attack

AN: Was listening to a Smosh Mouth episode and they brought up filming during quarantine and it randomly inspired this story. I lost my own dad during covid and Smosh was absolutely one of my escapes during that time so this story may just be me processing that haha

No romantic relationships for reader in this, just lots of supportive friends.

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From the moment you hear about this new virus, you’re nervous about it. The news stations are trying to keep everything positive, spin it like this is no big deal. But what you see on social media is telling a different story.

You’re not so much worried for yourself as you are for your family. They’re all the way across the country on the east coast while you’re in Los Angeles. And many of your family members have lung issues. While you don’t know much about this coronavirus, it seems to be most harmful to people’s lungs, leaving you to worry.

It seems crazy to be taking a trip right now, but the threat doesn’t seem to be too bad. Travel is still permitted, and so your group goes ahead with your trip to Australia. You’ve been looking forward to this for months, and try so hard to not allow your anxieties overshadow your excitement.

It’s a solid group on the trip: Shayne, Courtney, Ian, Damien, Sarah, and Matt Raub. All of you are trying to ignore the increasingly worrisome news and keep things light. You attend two different expos, doing live shows as well as meet and greets with fans. Those bookend the trip, with lots of different activities in the middle, including visits to a couple zoos to learn about local wildlife.

You hold koalas and snakes, laugh with your friends, and for a little while, you forget all about the bad things that are happening.

But you can’t hide from it forever. Despite everyone joking about the virus, you can’t help but be afraid. Every day of the trip, more news is revealed, and things look more and more grim.

Towards the end of the trip you do a couple planned meet and greets at Sydney’s Madame Tussauds. You’re on the verge of a panic attack the whole time, feeling like every person you talk to could be carrying this unpredictable virus.

Ian picks up on this and pulls you aside during a break.

“You okay?” he asks, concern etched on his face.

“I can’t shake this feeling, like we’re all going to get infected and then bring it back home, and every time a new person comes in the room it’s like another chance for germs to spread. What happens if we get sick? We don’t know anything about this virus, or what it can do to people, and there’s more and more cases everyday-” your rambling cuts off as you gasp for a breath. The panic attack is officially setting in, the room spinning around you as it gets harder to breathe.

You hear Ian say something, but the ringing in your ears prevents you from understanding him. A moment later Sarah is standing in front of you, catching your eye and encouraging you to breathe with her. After a minute of matching her breaths, you’ve calmed down and gotten through the worst of the panic attack.

Sarah leads you to the couch, sitting next to you, close enough to be a grounding presence but far enough that you don’t feel closed in. Ian walks over, crouching in front of you and handing you a water bottle.

“Sorry about that,” you finally say.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Sarah says. “Your feelings are completely valid.”

Ian nods before saying, “I know we’re all making jokes about this, but I think everyone’s just covering up how scared they are. I’m definitely scared. You’re right to say that there’s so much we don’t know. I’d say don’t worry about all that, but that’s stupid because you’re gonna worry anyway.”

You laugh at that, feeling much better now knowing that you’re not alone. Ian smiles and places a comforting hand on your knee and you reach out to hold Sarah’s hand as well. The three of you sit for a moment and then Shayne walks in the room saying, “Time to start up again.”

He looks at you guys, sees the redness in your eyes and notices the way the others are comforting you and asks, “Everything okay?”

“Yea, I’m good now,” you answer. “We’ll be right out.”

Shayne nods and walks away. You go to stand but before you can get up Ian says, “You don’t have to go back out there if you’re not comfortable. We can do the rest without you if you need some space.”

“I’ll be fine, but thank you,” you reply. He smiles and gives your leg one last squeeze before standing and giving you a hand up. It’s a nice moment, one where you’re reminded about how wonderful it is to work for Ian. He’s a kind boss, but also like a big brother to you, and you appreciate having him in your life.

The rest of the time in Australia goes smoothly, and then it’s time to fly home. Sarah and Ian stick by you throughout the long day of travel. You don’t ask them to, but you can tell they’re worried that you’ll get anxious in such a crowded space. Somehow that makes it easier, and you’re able to spend the day joking with your friends rather than panicking.

You’re exhausted when you get home, saying a rushed goodbye to your friends and heading home.

And then the isolation begins. The world practically shuts down completely as soon as you get back to the states. You go from constantly being around people, to being completely alone. It’s fine at first, you’re exhausted from traveling and this gives you a good excuse to be lazy for a few days.

You spend a lot of time on the phone with your family, begging them to stay inside the house and stay safe. And they seem to listen, only going out twice for supplies. But apparently that’s all it takes.

Just over a week after the Australia trip your mom gets sick. It’s obvious right away that it’s covid. For one thing, your mom has worked with children for decades. Her immune system is impeccable, you’ve never seen her get a cold or the flu before. For her to be sick is odd, plus she has all the symptoms, so it’s a no brainer.

And then a few days later, your dad is sick as well. You knew it was inevitable, that once the virus was in the house he was going to get it as well, but hearing it for sure makes your blood run cold.

He already has a couple of lung issues, and you can’t help but feel like this isn’t going to go well. You hate that you’re stuck on opposite coasts and can’t do anything to help. You call them as much as possible, wanting to stay positive and hearing their voices always helps.

But then your dad gets worse and ends up in the hospital. You finally tell your Smosh friends what is going on. You’d kept it quiet at first, but they picked up that something is wrong.

You try to continue on like normal, assuring your friends that you’re fine, but they don’t accept that. While they never overstep, you’re often surprised with kind texts or things appearing on your doorstep.

It’s a particularly bad day. Your dad has just been placed on a ventilator. You get the news while in a zoom meeting, and everyone can tell that something has happened.

“You okay, Y/N?” Courtney asks.

You shake your head no and think about what to answer. You could be vague, just say it’s an update about your father and leave it at that. But these are people that care about you, that want to support you.

“My dad just got put on a ventilator,” you reply.

“My god, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Did they say anything else?” Shayne says.

“Apparently the doctors said it’s a preventative measure. Supposed to let his lungs heal. But we’ve all seen the statistics. Most covid patients don’t come off the vent.”

“If you need to go you can,” Ian says. “Don’t feel like you need to stay on this call.”

“No, that’s okay. I’d rather keep working. Either that or sit in silence in my apartment,” you answer with a shrewd laugh.

“Alright, well if you need to leave at any time please feel free. No explanation needed, we’ll understand,” Ian says.

The meeting resumes and you sit quietly while they plan the upcoming Smosh Games schedule. You don’t have any input, and it’s pretty clear you’re not really listening, but you’re comforted by the sound of your friends' voices.

The zoom call finishes, and you’re left alone with your thoughts. You’re not sure how much time passes, but the sun has moved to shine through a new window as husk begins so it must be a while.

You’re startled back to reality by a text on your phone. Your heart races, fearing it’s you mom with even worse news. You breathe a sigh of relief when you see it’s from Spencer, his message saying, “Check out your front door.”

Doing as he’d instructed, you see a bag that had been delivered. It’s takeout from chilis, enough food for multiple meals, all your favorites.

This is just what you needed. Your appetite hasn't been great, but smelling the familiar food has your stomach growling. After sending him a thank you message you dig in.

Now full of comfort food, you manage to do your normal nightly routine of cleaning up the apartment and taking a shower. You go to bed feeling scared, but supported.

Three days later, you get the news you’d been dreading. Your moms calls in the morning, saying the doctors think he won’t make it through the day. It’s a Sunday, and you have nothing to distract you. People text, but you leave them unanswered.

It’s a beautiful day in Los Angeles, and you do the only thing you’re allowed to do: take a walk.

Losing track of time, you wander through neighborhoods, making sure to keep distance from other people out walking. It pains you to see happy families, people who are making the most out of this pandemic. People whose lives aren’t being drastically changed forever.

You get back home in the early afternoon. Soon after, your mom calls. You almost ignore it, knowing what she’s going to say but wanting to delay the inevitable. But you know you can’t do that.

It’s a short conversation, your mother unable to say too much between the tears.

You hang up feeling numb. It grows dark outside and finally you text Ian, asking for the next day off.

His response is immediate, expressing his condolences and telling you to take at least the week off. You ask him to send a message to the others, not wanting to have to do it yourself.

You wrap yourself into a cocoon of blankets, lay in bed, and cry over the loss.

The next few days you find that you’re exhausted, with random bursts of high energy. You use the energy to respond to your friends' messages, thanking them for reaching out and telling them you’re okay.

You speak on the phone with Damien for a while a couple days after it happens. While all of your friends are supportive, he’s the only one who’s been through this before. He truly understands what it’s like to lose a father. His experience, his words, everything he has to offer is incredibly comforting to you. And when he says he’ll always be there to listen, you know he’s telling the truth and not just saying what he thinks is the “right thing”.

And then that Thursday, just a couple days after your dads death, the vlog of your time in Australia is released.

You get the notification that it’s been posted as you always do, and instead of being excited that a new video is up, it sends you into a breakdown. You’re crying, gasping for breath, and you need someone there with you.

For the first time since all of this began you cannot be alone. People have been offering to stop by and because it’s been over two weeks since any of you have been around others it’s technically safe. But you always refused, assuring them that you’re fine.

Now, however, you need people around you. Through tears you find your phone and immediately call Courtney, asking if she and Shayne could come over. She says yes without hesitation and stays on the call while the two of them make their way to your place.

Needing the comfort of your room you say, “Front door is open. I’ll be in my bedroom when you get here.”

“Just a couple more minutes,” Courtney replies as you climb under the covers.

“Okay,” you murmur to let her know you heard her.

As promised she and Shayne enter a few minutes later. Without hesitation Courtney climbs into bed with you, wrapping you up in your arms. You melt into the embrace, sobs ripping through your body.

When you’ve finally cried yourself out, you pull away and notice Shayne’s no longer in the room. A moment later he walks back in, carrying water, tissues, and your favorite cookies. You smile weakly at him and pat the bed, inviting him to join you and Courtney.

He sits next to you, and you’re effectively sandwiched between the two of them. It’s comforting to be surrounded by two of your best friends. You’d always been close with them, and we’re happy that nothing changed when they started dating.

They’re two people who will always have your back, no matter what. They stay with you until the next morning, Shayne leaving temporarily to pick up anything he and Courtney need for the night.

You hadn’t realized how much you needed to be around people, but it’s clear how much it helps to actually see people and talk to them without a screen.

Finally, you start accepting people’s invitations to hang out. You make good use of your apartment complex’s patio area so that you can hang out while still social distancing. You don’t often talk about your dad or how you’re doing, but rather about other mundane things. It feels good to talk to friends about something even somewhat normal.

The other cast members take turns filling in for videos that you’re supposed to appear in. You’d tried going back to business as usual, but found that you couldn’t be as lighthearted and funny as you usually were. Rather than try to fake it, you’d switched to a more behind the scenes role for the time being.

In May and June, fans start to notice that you aren’t appearing in any videos. Many theories float around, and you decide you’re ready to make the news about your dad public, instead of letting the rumors continue to spread.

You make a post about your father on Instagram, a picture of the two of you with a caption explaining the loss. Support floods in, from friends, family, and fans alike.

Though it’s the hardest thing you’ve ever experienced, it’s so nice to know you have such wonderful people who will always have your back.

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AN: Thanks so much for reading! I'm working on two stories for Whumptober, One Spencer x reader and the other Damien x reader!

#smosh x reader #smosh fanfiction #spencer agnew x reader #shayne topp x reader #courtney miller x reader #ian hecox x reader #sarah whittle x reader #damien haas x reader

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pedropascallme · 1 year ago

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ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚Smosh Boys Masterlist

The Shower Scene 🫀💋🌷

More, More, More 🫀💋🌷

The Weather Ain’t Been Bad 🫀💋🌷

Wreck and Resurrect 🫀💋🌷

Didn’t You Miss My Voice? 🫀💋🌷

Lessons in Patience 🫀💋🌷

After The After Party 🫀💋🪡 -> Threw This Party For You 🫀💋🪡

Celebrity Crushes 🫀🌷

☆Professor!Damien🪡

Office Hours 🫀💋

Take Me Home 🫀💋

Teasing professor!Damien 💋🧠

Fatal Distraction 🫀💋

Let Your Mind Go Wild 🫀💋

Learn A Thing (Or Two) 🫀💋

Slow Down, Lie Down 🫀💋🌷

#smosh #smoshblr #smosh pit #smosh games #smosh squad #smosh fic #smosh fanfiction #damien haas #damien haas fanfiction #damien haas smut #damien haas x you #damien haas x reader #shayne topp #shayne topp fanfiction #shayne topp smut #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp x you

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d1ckfarmdunn · 5 months ago

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BEGGING y’all writers to write more anthony padilla fics 🙏🏻🙏🏻 (ok but like anthony x ian’s sister reader) what omg who said that 👀

but like fr

#smosh #smosh x reader #anthony padilla #anthony padilla x reader #anthonypadillafic #smosh fanfiction #smosh games #smosh pit #shayne topp #damien haas #spencer agnew #courtney miller #ian hecox

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iguana-eyanna · 6 months ago

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Miles Away

Pairing: Damien Haas x Reader

Summary: Damien hasn't felt the same since you told him you'll be leaving L.A. for a job opportunity.

"One gin and tonic, one peach margarita, one espresso martini, and one ginger ale." a server said, placing drinks on the smooth table.

"Thank you!" the table said in unison. Courtney, Shayne, you, and Damien were on a double date as they were celebrating your job opportunity that you were recently given. You were so excited as you got to further your research in historical archives. Everyone seemed excited for you, or well, mostly everyone.

"Here you go babe." You smiled, passing Damien the ginger ale.

"Thanks." He said in a small voice, giving you a soft smile.

Your jaw tightens, but you give a stiff smile before sipping.

Damian was the first person to know about your possible research. He was ecstatic at first, being the most supportive partner in the world. But once you said you'd be transferred outside the U.S. for most of the year, you felt as if he was distancing himself.

Courtney caught drift of the tension in the air, so she lifted her glass.

"I wanna raise a toast for the woman of the hour. You're literally the most smartest person I know."

"Hey!" Shayne said teasingly, making Courtney nudge him in the arm as they both cracked a laugh.

"Anyways... we hope that your research in the U.K. is successful and remember that you always have a home in L.A., cheers my guys!" Courtney said as all of you clinked your drinks together.

Damien's jaw clenched and he gently placed his cup down.

"Sorry, Imma get some air." Damien said, leaving the table.

You look at him leaving to the back and you look down at your lap, upset.

"I'll go check on him." You said, leaving Shayne and Courtney.

You walk outside looking for Damien and you make eye contact, walking slowly towards him as he appeared in his own world.

"Are you okay?" You said in almost a whisper.

Damien closes the space between you two and holds your hand firmly.

"I'm uh, sorry I ruined the night."

Your face turned into concern as you look up at him.

"You didn't, I- I know that this is frustrating. I just wish things can be the way they were." You said, closing in for a hug.

Damien held you closer, cradling the back of your head o reassure himself that you weren't going to fade away into dust. But his thoughts spoke out and ruined the peace that stood between you.

"Then don't go."

You tensed under his touch and let go of him, you're face drawn in hurt.

"Please, don't go." He repeats himself again, but louder this time so you knew he was serious.

Your nose began to flare as your eyes teared up.

"You know I can't, Damien." Your voice cracked.

"And our relationship is what, a joke?"

"Don't you dare say that. You out of all people know how hard I've worked for this research and how much I care for you. Hell, you've known for months that I've been waiting for this opportunity to come around!"

"Well maybe I thought you weren't good enough to get it!"

Silence split the air like a knife as Damien realized what he said.

"What did you say?" you ask in disbelief.

"I didn't- please I didn't mean-" He reaches his hand out for you but you yanked it away. This was supposed to be the only person who'd never hurt you, but now he's hurt you in more ways than you could ever imagine.

You turned away, crying as you just wanted to go away. You hear Damien calling your name, but you don't turn back. And now he stands in an alley way, alone with a broken heart.

It's been three days since Damien last saw you. He's tried calling, texting, even knocking on your door at your apartment. You never answered, and he felt miserable that he could ever say those hurtful things to you.

He was now at work, lost in thought as he was writing something on his keyboard. He didn't notice Shayne going up to him solemnly.

"Shouldn't you be going after her at the airport?" Shayne asks his friend.

Damien pauses, but doesn't lift his eyes on the screen.

"I hurt her Shayne, it's already too late." Damien said, resuming his work.

Shayne closes up to Damien's desk and brings a chair closer to sit by him.

"You've been distant with everyone recently, it's not like you to act like this. The Damien I know wouldn't let go of someone they truly loved-"

"Well you're wrong. Maybe I'm actually selfish to want her to stay." Damien half shouted, outbursting like the other night.

He realized what he did again and groaned, placing his face in his palm.

"I don't know what to do Shayne. I can't sleep, I can't eat. Ever since she told me about this off broad job I... I got scared. She's gonna restart her life over there and I don't know where I'll fit in. I didn't wanna lose her, but I did."

Ever since you got the call saying you'd be permitted to travel around the U.K. to further your research you've worked on for the past few years, Damien never go to hear how things would work out between the both of you. Sure, there would be facetime and texting each other, but it won't be the same.

It was almost like you didn't give thought of whether to further your relationship with him. Turns out, it was only him who had these seeds of doubt.

Shayne looked at the ground, not knowing what to say. Shayne could say 'Love conquers all' or 'Things would work out,' but he'd be lying to his friend.

"I am far from giving advice for long distance relationships. You're afraid you'll get hurt if things don't work out. I totally get that, but she's afraid that she'll lose you now. She's going to leave now thinking that you didn't want to support her dreams."

"I don't want that." Damien said, getting up defensively.

"Then tell her man, tell her what you want to say before it's too late." Shayne followed. Damien hugged his friend and stormed out, heading to his car and began driving away off to the airport.

Damien parked his car and ran to the departure gate. He looked up at which airline you were and went by your gate. He ran as he could possibly can and searched for the nearest TSA where you could be. He whipped his head back and fourth, trying to find you. He then sees the back of your head and screams out your name.

You turn around, eyes wide with shock.

"Damien?"

He tries to move a bit closer, trying not to pass the entrance line as TSA were bewildered.

"I never meant to hurt you. Ever since you told me you were gonna leave, all I heard was that you were gonna leave me. I was scared and wrong and- even if we're gonna be miles away... I never wanna be in the way of your dreams. I'll always support you."

Your eyes glisten and your lip quivered. You got out of line and raced toward Damien who matched the same pace. His hands then grabbed your waist as he pulls you in for the most powerful kiss you two shared. Your hands lose themselves in his hair. Soon, you heard a roar of applause around you and you two look up, blushing.

You turn back to Damien, smacking his chest after you two weren't the center of attention.

"You really hurt me earlier."

"There's not enough words in the world to say how sorry I am."

You bring him closer to you, placing your head in his chest.

"I forgive you."

He holds you gently for awhile till you both heard your flight was going to board soon.

You look up to him, sadly smiling as you cradle the side of his face.

"I have to go now."

He softly holds your hand, placing a kiss in your palm.

"We'll work things out, trust me. And we'll call once you settle in your place. I love you."

"I love you too." You replied, placing a sweet kiss on his lips before drifting away. He stood there as he saw you go through TSA and lost sight of you.

He gives a tearful chuckle before he walks away with a heavy heart.

It's hard to say goodbye, especially to a person that meant the world to you. And he knew how to fix the problem as he took out his phone, looking at the next flight to you.

#damien haas imagine #damien haas x reader #damien haas #damien haas smosh #smosh #smosh pit #shayne topp #courtney miller #smosh fanfic

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sassylegshayne · 2 years ago

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marry me, idiot.

AH ITS HERE!!!! I will say, like I've been saying, I'm still in the really early stages of this fic. like this has been edited twice where as every chapter of sylcd is done three times over so. I really have no clue when the next chapter will be out as I haven't finished it yet; might be during sylcd's final chapters or it might be after. 3.2k words let me know what you guys think!! enjoy mwah xx

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"Okay, we have a slight issue." You heard the voice beside you clear as day despite the headphones that sat over your ears.

"Is the issue something you caused for us?" You turned to your best friend with a brow quirked.

"That's extremely rude but very true, yes." Spencer nodded as he took a sip from his cup, spinning his chair to face you. Spence and you had been close for a while, you joining the crew only a few months after Spence had, the two of you spending countless hours editing beside each other. The two of you grew close after a couple of longer projects. The two of you leaning on each other for advice and well needed breaks from time to time.

It has become a joke around the office about Spencer being your work husband; he had a knack for picking you up an drink on his way in, or grabbing lunch for the both of you, or Spencer's ability to pause anything he was working on at the snap of a finger for you. He was pretty much head over heels for you, and you were the only one blind enough to not see it. It's funny to think that you felt the same exact way, and everyone but Spencer could tell.

"So, remember when we started here and we became friends and we made that joke about when we turned thirty."

You stared blankly back at your best friend, the joke about marrying if you're both still single by thirty a distant memory in your mind by this point. It crossed your mind once recently. Last year, you spent your entire 'Dirty Thirty' party that the office threw for you clinging to Spencer.

You made a habit of keeping him alongside you for every big moment of your life since you'd met. You wanted to look back on these moments, that were destined to be great already, to include Spencer.

"Okay, so you do remember, that's great." Spencer clapped his hands together as he grinned at you.

"I saw a TikTok about the wedding gifts you get from inviting companies and rich people, even if you don't know them and I want in!" Spence argued, wiping his sweaty palms off on his pants as he worked his way towards the problem with this rambling explanation.

"I think it's unfair that just because two people are getting married they get to have all that stuff. With all my info had, I made some quick wedding invitations and sent some out, fully expecting PR packages to come back." He trailed off as

"Charles Spencer," You quietly chastised, wanting to not believe a word he was saying, but knowing deep down that Spencer was being truthful. "You are insane, I can't believe you did that!"

"T'm sorry, okay. Listen, Y/N, I thought it was gonna be a funny joke to give you a bunch of fake wedding gifts for our fake wedding on your real birthday! I didn't expect people to accept, but I know that is my fault for inviting some people that actually agreed."

"Charles," You started, using his legal name yet again. He wasn't usually worried about you using it, it wasn't some secret he was keeping it anything, but the tone in your voice told him that you weren't happy at all. "Who all accepted?"

"I'm sorry, I know I'm never gonna say that enough, but it was only a few people!" Spencer knew his voice was just getting higher and higher the more you two spoke, his anxiety spiking.

"Yes, okay, Rhett and Link accepted," A gasp left you as Spencer cringed, knowing his mistake. "Kathy Bates politely declined but sent an autographed headshot!" He removed the framed photo from his backpack before setting it beside your monitor.

He grinned worriedly, gesturing towards it as you let your forehead meet the desk, groaning.

"Besides the people that own the company we work for, who else said yes?" You asked through gritted teeth as Spencer looked to his phone, finding the note that held his list.

"Rapid fire, Tana Mongeau, Carrot Top, and Rob Schneider. It's not that many people, Y/N, we can just call it off." Spencer placed his hand on your back, rubbing softly as you groaned again, completely shocked by just how royally fucked this whole thing was gonna turn out to be no matter what you did.

"I'm so, so sorry, Y/N but. will you marry me?"

"emergency meeting at my desk in ten please need advice bc Spencer's an idiot"

"That's was very rude and I am plenty offended." Spencer quipped, setting his phone down on his desk after reading the group chat message you'd sent out. You shot him a glare, all argued out for the day after spending the last hour trying to convince Spence to let you tell your friends, hoping they'd help you figure out the story you'd make up in place of a wedding.

He finally caved, feeling terrible about the mess he had drug you into, allowing you to explore different ways out of this mess. In no time, Courtney, Damien and Shayne accompanied the two of you at your desks, various stolen chairs offering comfort to your friends.

"What did Spencer do now?" Damien asked, causing Spence to scoff and shake his head.

"I'm starting to get upset that everyone just assumes that I really fucked something up this bad." He defended himself as he leaned back in his chair, practically able to hear your eyes rolling.

"You did, though. You lied to people and now we're getting married." You stayed simply, eyes wide as you began to argue with your future better half yet again.

"You're already my work wife, we're pretty much married." You rolled your eyes once as Spencer countered you, reaching his hand towards your mug of coffee, being stopped as you lightly slapped at him.

"l'm sorry, I don't know if l'm missing something and everyone else is up to speed but, uh, when did y'all get together long enough to lead to getting married?" Shayne questioned, pulling your attention from Spencer as you took in the looks from those around you.

Damien's face held a mix of confusion and excitement, Courtney was rendered speechless and it seems like Shayne was using every last braincell he had to piece together this puzzle.

"Okay, phew, wow, that is what this meeting is about, honey." Spencer cooed as he grinned goofily at you, wrapping your left hand in his as he held your palm to his chest.

You tried your best to hid the smile that so desperately wanted to grace your lips, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes, the feeling of a migraine quickly approaching.

You took your time explaining through the story, Spencer chiming in when needed but mostly stuck to nodding along as you spoke.

"Spencer," Damien pointed his index finger at the shorter man, both with brows raised at each other. "You're an idiot, my guy. Why did Rhett and Link seem like a good idea? Why did any of this seem like a good idea, but especially our bosses."

You sighed, resting your head in the palm of your hand as you awoke your monitor. You sat up as an email sat at the top of your inbox labeled important.

"Congratulations to Y/N and Spencer!"

You couldn't tell how long you spent staring at the desktop, the company wide email from the Mythical Management staring directly back. The noise of your friends chatter drown out as the words in the letter repeated over and over in your mind.

You had to go through with this, or you had to hide behind the arrangement and a shitty excuse of a prank. No other options popped into your head.

"Y/N? You okay?" A warm, familiar hand rested on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.

Spencer's eyes worriedly searched your face as his brow furrowed at your slumped frame. His gaze followed you, his heart sinking as he Scanned over the email.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N..." He trailed off, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back once more.

The other three moved, all looking over your shoulders to read the message. Gasps and murmurs broke out between them as they say back down.

Your small group sat in silence for a moment. You thought you'd have more time to find a solution, a couple of days at least, but now you couldn't leave this room without some semblance of a plan.

"Let's get married." You still sat with a blank stare at the computer, your mind running a million miles a minute. You slowy explained your thoughts as thoroughly as you could.

Spencer and you were known as each other work spouses, even fans making memes about it. The two of you have talked about the agreement in the podcast, on an episode of Board AF, and in an upcoming reddit video with Shayne.

The fans always reacted well when the two of you were together, engaging with the content. There's countless edits of the two of you, even with the small amounts of videos you've been in together.

You can blame it on the arrangement you'd made, pull lan and a few of the other higher ups aside, presenting the idea.

Spencer and you would get married; you could make the content last up until next April, as planning a fake wedding would take some time anyways. That would mean an announcement video, probably a celebratory video with others in cast, even the process of picking out different parts of the wedding for Pit videos if they really wanted to milk it. Maybe even a TNTL gauntlet with your bridesmaids and groomsmen.

The one thing you wanted to thank Spencer for was the convenience of sharing one braincell. You could release the wedding video, the big finale in which the joke is revealed to the audience, playing it up as a fake relationship until April 1st. Spencer had thought it was funny to put the wedding date on the invitations as April Fool's Day, but it worked perfectly.

You took a deep breath, nodding your head as your eyes darted around your friends, anxious for their thoughts.

Spencer quickly wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead before he grinned at you.

"You are a fucking genius, lan's gonna love this idea. We can say we were prepping for the video, getting our invitation letters together accidentally sent it out. We can use whatever stuff we get as presents for the bogus invites for another video, too." Spencer added, looking to his friends as he chewed on his lip.

"I hate how quickly the two of you worked this out. We weren't needed." Shayne laughed softly, shrugging his shoulders.

"So it's not a stupid plan?" You asked, quickly distracted as the office door opens, lan's head peaking inside.

You lock eyes, offering him an awkward smile. He entered, coughing softly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, uhm, can I talk to you guys in a little bit? Probably like twenty minutes, in the conference room." lan spoke, a tight lipped smile on his face as he looked between you and the man seated beside you.

You felt a pit in your stomach growing rapidly as you swallowed, nodding your head. This was horrific, it felt like you had disappointed your dad but he wouldn't admit it yet.

And the conferernce room? There was no doubt in your mind that if this wasn't happening in lan's office then it would be bigger than you expected. Lisa would have to be there, maybe Daniel, if they were that concerned; Rachel would probably be forced into it, no matter how much she wouldn't want to be involved. n nodded before promptly exiting, barely acknowledging the cast members.

You groaned loudly as the door shut, Spencer copying you.

"This sucks and I hate you." You shoved at his shoulder, huffing.

He rubbed his arm, pouting a bit.

"It does and I hate me too." He chuckled as a smile appeared on your soft lips.

Spencer felt like the boundaries between the two of you were figured out very early on, never set prematurely, always discovered naturally. Kissing your cheek was okay, forehead was okay, drunkenly kissing your neck was okay sometimes. Hand holding was very normal and platonic and something you two did constantly. Cuddling and spending the night together was normal, but you two wouldn't sleep in the same bed.

He knew that, so far, this system had worked If that didn't happen soon, things might get nuddy, feelings getting involved. Spencer knew his feelings on you, he had since about two years into your friendship.

For six years now, he's known just how much he cares about you with every fiber of his being. He knows he really would do anything for you, anything to be with you. He respected every boundary you set.

Spencer had a thing for constantly taking advantage of the things he could have. You were always greeted with some sort of kiss, never once on the lips. Your fingers laced well with his, especially when you were on his left side. He constantly sat close beside you, tossing an arm around your shoulders, resting a hand on your knee, giving your thigh a gentle joy in excitement.

Spencer yearned for you for so long that he'd learned to accept it. He didn't want to cut you out of his life to get over his feelings, he cared too much about you, so his only option was to accept his feelings and keep close to you. You two were best friends, where one was, the other wasn't far behind. You loved him, so fucking much you loved him. He knew this, but he also knew that you didn't love him in the way he wanted you to.

Your group is quick to disband, giving the two of you some space before your meeting. Spencer let the two of you sit in silence before he decided to pack his bag for the day, despite it barely even starting. He could feel your eyes on him, his back to you.

"Packing because figure they're gonna send us home today, no matter what they decide. Give them time to think it all over." You smiled, enjoying just how well he knew you. His words settled in, prompting you to follow suit.

As you zipped your bag shut, it hit you that in just a few minutes before you were supposed to face the consequences of your best friends well intended actions. It was a toss up over which of you was more nervous, the both of you with pounding hearts.

"I love you, dude." You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around Spencer's waist, sighing softly.

"I love you, too, dude." He chuckled, rubbing your back as he kissed your forehead.

"C'mon, champ, let's go knock 'em dead." Spencer winked as he held the door open for you. You took a deep breath before leaving you little editing room bubble.

The room was much, much more packed than either of you had expected it to be. The people you expected to be there were indeed, but alongside them sat Kiana, Selina, and Lizzy.

Spencer thanked his lucky stars when neither Rhett nor Link joined the lot of you. He found himself sitting back a bit, allowing you to take the reigns of explaining your bullshit reasoning for the situation you'd found yourselves in.

Three hours, three scarily long hours later and you finally stood from your chair, your feet tingling and your head pounding. Spencer and you said your polite goodbyes to everyone before heading back toward your office.

"I think that was fine." You stated, arms crossed as you stare down the hall ahead.

He chuckled, nudging his shoulder into yours.

"That went really well, you heard Daniel. It's gotta go through if he liked it that much. It's gonna work out."

You nodded your head, a smile tugging on your lips as you both grabbed your bags.

"Wanna hangout or, uh, give me a ride home? Shayne drove me this morning." Spencer smiled heepishly as he followed you into the parking lot.

"If I'm your fiancee now, I think you should tell me if there's something going on between the two of you." You poked as you both got into your car.

You scooted your chair away from your desktop as you rubbed your eyes, now realizing just how long you'd been sat starting at your screen playing Minecraft with Spencer.

You smiled softly, feeling a tug at your heart at the sight before you. He sat slumped into your couch, eyes focused and brow furrowed as you cat napped on top of the cushion behind him.

Craig and Spencer had a love hate relationship, both of them usually eager for your attention at the same time, causing them to butt heads. Your cat and your best friend were both horribly stubborn.

But then there'd be moments like this, or when Craig curls up with Spencer on your couch, or when he follows Spence through your own house, even if you're still right where your kitty left you.

You stretch, taking off your headphones as you rise and stretch, catching Spence glancing over at you, smiling softly.

"Oh shit, you're still here?" You questioned as you walked past the couch, heading into your kitchen, yawning softly. You check your watch, catching it at just past five in the afternoon.

Spencer chuckled, watching as his eyes followed your every move as you danced around your small kitchen, seemingly opening every cabinet to find what you needed.

"Check your email, Charmander." You mindlessly called out to him, the nickname leaving him to roll his eyes as he dug into his pocket.

"You are the absolute worst with nicknames, need you to know that. Just call me Charles at this point." He laughed as you flipped him off as you turn, spoon in your mouth.

You join him on your couch with two peanut butter and banana sandwiches on one plate, sitting it on the space between you. Spencer nods a thanks to you as he grabbed his, taping your sandwiches together as a toast.

He loads into his email, refreshing it as you take your first bite. His wide eyes cause you a bit of stress, making you sit up straight.

"Good or bad?"

"Uh, good, I think. My schedule got changed." Spencer quickly switched over to his calendar, it had to be good; they don't just switch the schedule halfway through the month.

His eyes scanned over the new or changed parts, reading the first one he saw.

'Engagement Shoot' scheduled for tomorrow at 10AM.

"We did it, Joe." Spencer turns to you with a grin, quickly pulling you into a tight hug. You groaned and rolled your eyes, before quickly squealing as you wrapped your arms around him, bouncing in your seat.

They got what they wanted, right?

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smloshie · 1 year ago

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The update you’ve all been waiting for

I met Damien haas today.

We took pictures but idk if I wanna post them here bc I don’t want him to know I’m the one who writes the Simon bootles fanfics

#smosh #smosh games #shayne topp #damien haas #smosh courtney #smosh shayne #smosh damien #courtney miller #damien haas x reader #simon bootles

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smoshyourheadin · 6 months ago

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spencer’s funeral and his partner is the special guest and roasts spencer so hard and than revels that they are getting a cat together but everyone thinks it’d a baby announcement lmaoooo or however you wanna end it

Special News

pairing: spencer agnew x f! reader

a/n: anon i love this idea so much!! guys please don’t come at me for these terrible jokes i’m just a girl really 😜 also i’m posting sm rn go me

requests are open <33

“lebron james inspired us with his baller moves. steph curry inspired us with his words. spencer agnew inspired us by being a piece of shit, so we would never follow in his footsteps.”

you’re stood at the podium of the funeral, spencer in the coffin next to you holding a bouquet of plastic flowers as he tries not to laugh.

“spencer is a gamer, and we all know that. but if he spent as much time with me as he does on world of warcraft, i’d be the happiest girl on earth, but hey, at least he has a high gear score to keep him company whilst i cook.”

you see everyone laugh as you switch the paper, angela cackling over what you thought was a pretty shit joke.

as the laughter dies down, you continue on. “spencer and me only ever disagree over stupid things, and i think to myself, he must know he’s short when he has to look up to see eye-to-eye with someone who's shorter than him, because i’m always right. i’m sure courtney feels the same about shayne.”

at this, courtney yells “FACTS!” from behind one of the cameras, and you shoot her a wink.

shayne then stares you down, and all you say is “shayne don’t worry, i’m a short king ally!” which he just smirks at.

“i have some pretty bad jokes here, so let’s quickfire some.“ you mutter to everyone.

“if sleeping on my arm were an olympic sport, he’d have more gold than michael phelps.” this earns a giggle from spencer, as you have a folder on your phone of him asleep in the most awkward ways possible, always lying on your arm somehow.

“he’s so obsessed with video games, even his posture looks like it's from a character model that hasn't loaded properly yet.“ this makes everyone cackle, spencer opening one eye to glare at you, and you just laugh him off.

“your gamer boy posture is so bad, chiropractors have your picture on their vision boards on what to improve on.”

“do you guys think that,” you exhale through your nose at what patrick has written on your prompt card. “spencer’s idea of sitting normally the same as a pretzel’s idea of being straight?” which is so bad it’s good, making you crouch down to laugh.

you stand back up after a moment, your stomach twisting over what you’re about to do. it’s going to be so worth it, but gosh you feel bad.

“spencer, my lovely boyfriend, is a mt dew kickstart addict, certified gamer girl, and a soon to be father” and at this last statement, everyone gasps, and spencer’s eyes shoot open and he sits up. he looks at you intently, and you see him experience about a hundred emotions at once

you smile at everyone, turning to a camera, pulling out a printed off certificate of adoption, a picture of a tiny ginger cat taped to it.

“we got a cat!” you say, almost proud of how shocked everyone is

as you turn to look at spencer, you hear shayne’s laugh, and you look at spencer with sympathetic eyes, mouthing ‘i love you’ to him over all the laughter. he just smiles, knowing that this cat is going to be so loved by you both. especially you. because you love him so much.

as you sit back down, spencer sits up. having come back from the dead, he has some things to say. he goes through everyone at his funeral; alex, shayne, damien, tommy, selina, and then, you.

“and finally, my beautiful girlfriend, y/n. my bundle of sunshine, blinding and hard to look at directly.” you scoff at this, and he looks at you with a look that says this is a joke please don’t kill me when we’re home.

“i mean, come on, you cry at surf's up? i guess even animated penguins have higher emotional intelligence than you.” he manages to say through a fit if giggles. spencer always teases you for this, even though he cries at the NGE film. loser.

after wrap, courtney comes over to congratulate you on your cat, and just catch up generally.

“so, cat parents hey? proud of you girl” she says with a grin.

“yeah, i kinda feel bad scaring everyone into thinking spencer gets game in bed.” you reply, earning a laugh from her.

“don’t be mean to me! i’m a player you know?” spencer says coming up behind you.

“okay, sure you are mr ‘i cry at anime’.” you snap back.

he throws his hands up in defeat, and you kiss his cheek, going off to see amanda.

“she’s so cool.” courtney says

“yeah,” spencer replies. “she’s not that bad.”

she elbows him in the ribs, and he clutches his side

“i mean, she’s the best!” he says through strained teeth, courtney doing a proud nod before catching you up.

#smoshyourheadin #amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #arasha lalani #courtney miller #shayne topp #spencer agnew #spencer agnew x reader #smosh #alex tran #tommy bowe #damien haas #my sillies #i love them

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sublimeanchorbear · 1 year ago

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This sound good so far ? I might rewrite it not 100% sure yet

#smosh fanfiction #damien haas x reader #shayne topp #smoshblr

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hayleythesugarbowl · 1 year ago

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damien haas x reader headcanons

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a/n: alright you guys really enjoyed the shayne headcanons so here you go. I hope someone out there enjoys these as much as I do 🎀💋

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dating damien would include…

ok so he is the most caring boyfriend fr

“you’re so beautiful, you know that (y/n)?”

makes you watch all his favorite shows with him and asks you every 5 minutes if you’re enjoying it

he calls you “love”

so many game nights

you two have the best couples halloween costumes

always asking how you’re doing

when you’re having a bad day he is actually the best at making you feel better and treating you

and he loves taking care of you when you’re sick

he is so gentle with you omg

always asks for consent before anything

cooks for you

you guys have self care days together

he’s so protective of you

and always has a hand on your back or waist

he loves getting compliments from you

like you love seeing him light up when you tell him he’s gorgeous

you guys can just fall asleep together so easily

like imagine drifting off to sleep somewhere with your head on this man’s chest while he holds you close

and then him carrying you up to bed later

you become really close with everyone at smosh obviously

shayne teases you two constantly but he loves you and has never seen his best friend so happy

you and courtney have all the girl talks

he always insists on sharing his food with you

you guys definitely have pets

he’s so patient omg

he loves cuddling with you

If you even mention liking a book or movie in passing he’ll read or watch it so he can talk about it with you

your favorite song is now his favorite

so many deep conversations at 4am

“I feel like I can tell you anything, (y/n)”

he’s so supportive of you in anything that you do

you watch all of his old acting jobs together much to your amusement

he gets self conscious but amidst your teasing you tell him how great he is

he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you

he just loves you so much and you guys are so happy together <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed these!! let me know if you want any other smosh headcanons 🍓🩰

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frogocado · 5 years ago

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Can I request 138 and 57 for the prompts? Thank you!

I cannot believe I forgot to include a person in my ask. Can it be Damien or Shayne?

138: “ Are you cold? ”

57: “ Is that my shirt? ”

how about BOTH (this turned into a shayne/damien/reader thing and it’s uh 900 words and like a year late, sorry)

Your bones were ice. You knew that if one person flicked you and you fell, you would shatter all along the Good Mythical floor. It would be such a mess for the other PAs. Shayne poked his head out of the squad’s conference room, glaring at you. “Stop stomping around, I’m trying to tell jokes on my Instagram story and all I can hear are your dumb shoes.”

Shivering, you turned to him, hoping some of the intense cold shifting through you would transport through your glare to him instead. For half a second, when your eyes meet, you swear you saw the blonde idiot shiver. “I can’t,” you snapped. “You fucks like this office so cold so you can layer in summer and–”

Shayne gave an overdramatic sigh and pushed up the sleeves of his jacket, revealing a sweater that looked vaguely familiar beneath it. “So go talk to Matt about the thermostat.”

“You know I hate it when you interrupt me. I already talked to Matt. He told me to go put a sweater on but–”

“I know you hate it but you also know that when the heart is on the door knob, you know it’s because we love you but need you to shut up,” Shayne countered, stepping out of the conference room to point at the collaboration piece Noah and Keith had created: a golden loose glitter heart with “STFU” graphically written sobeautifully that Banksy would be jealous.

You roared when he interrupted you again. Shayne laughed aloud at the noise, his ruse of anger falling away into softness as his voice rose into what Damien called his “Joy Octave,” the shrill giggle that would line Shayne from the tip ofhis head to his feet, burning and infectious.

Right as you were about to lunge for the boy, Damien’s voice hit you. “If I thought waking you two up this morning would drive you into madness, I wouldn’t have been so quick for breakfast in bed.” Your own anger subsided and a new chill ran through you, turning to look at the other boy.

“What’s wrong with you?” He questioned, head tilted to the side as if he was sober and composed Watson and Shayne was the bumbling and manic Sherlock. Your entire abdomen was shivering. “Are you cold? Where’s the sweater you brought?”

You began to open your mouth when Shayne interrupted a second time. “Damien, is that my shirt?”

Damien’s ears turned a soft pink. “Yes,” he responded quickly and shyly, his professionalism faltering for a millisecond.

“I haven’t even had a chance to wear it to the office yet!” Shayne began to whine, giving another large and incredibly dramatic sigh. “Now everyone is going to think that I stole it from you and they’re going to think you have all the fashion sense in this relationship–”

“Excuse me?” You barely have time to see Damien’s adorable blush as his eyebrows raise and you whirled around on Shayne, your balled fist barely making an effort to punch before it dissolved into instinctively and affectionately grabbing the material that was keeping your touch from his skin.

“Whoa, yikes, time to backpedal on that one, baby,” Damien offered blankly to Shayne over your shoulder.

Shayne giggled at your attempt, lovingly knitting his hands in yours before pushing them off of him. “If you don’t stop, HR’s going to have a lot of paper work to get through.”

As he removed both sets of hands blocking your view, you took in the sight of your office hoodie. It hugged tight across Shayne’s abdomen, a size and a half too small. It looked damn good, of course, but that didn’t excuse the action. “That’s mine!” You cried as you registered the stolen item. “You spent five minutes teasing me about losing shit and all along you–”

The two boys knowing you so well normally backfired for you but today, Damien was not expecting you to lunge at your other partner in the middle of your workplace. Shayne couldn’t decide whether to move away or catch you and chose neither. The two of you collided and he stumbled back against the couch as you ripped his stupidly adorable denim jacket, hands clawing to get your item back. It was nearly impossible to hear Damien demanding the two of you stop over Shayne’s shrill laughter and then suddenly, an office door opened and the three of you were frozen in action.

Damien, struggling to take off Shayne’s shirt in hopes that you’d stop your own antics. Shayne, almost totally flipped over the back of the couch with a lavender hoodie up and off his shoulders. You, straddling your boyfriend’s hips and fingernails in Shayne’s skin. Ryan and Ian had just emerged from the conference room. Like a disappointed father, Ryan was meeting each set of eyes with a stern expression. “What was the one thing you three agreed on?”

Damien sighed as he gave his boyfriend his shirt back, shoulders slumped as he helped you and Shayne both detangle. “No paperwork,” he murmured in return.

“I’m sorry, what was it y’all decided?” Ian, totally not helping, never ever fucking helping, quipped.

As Shayne pulled his own shirt on over his head, he elbowed you. Your hoodie now sliding over your own t-shirt, you felt all of your bones settle from the cold. “No paperwork,” you answered.

Ian sighed, slumping against the door to his office. “That’s enough presidential duty for me in a single day. Damien, get a shirt that belongs to you and get back to work.” He disappeared into his office, closing the door behind him.

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