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hayleythesugarbowl · 5 months ago

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spencer agnew!

him and his partner are long distance and he surpises them and shows up

Birthday Wishes || Spencer Agnew x reader

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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

word count: 3.2k

warnings: mild language

a/n: ahh i’m so sorry this took me so long to get to but i hope you enjoy it!! i love writing for spencer sm 🎀🫶 also it’s still the 19th where i live so happy bday courtney!! 🎉

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“Do you think green is my color?”

“Hello to you too, Spencer,” you spoke into the phone you balanced on your shoulder as you tied your hair up in a towel.

“Hey, small talk can wait. This is a fashion emergency,” Spencer’s voice filled your ear as you wrapped another towel around your body, fiddling with the edges to keep it in place.

“Alright,” you said, “That’s enough Project Runway for you.”

“It’s a good show!”

You giggled, shifting Spencer to your other ear.

“So,” he continued, “What are you doing right now?”

“Right now? Well, I just took a shower and now I’m talking to you,” you told him.

“I don’t want to be one of those guys, but, damn without me?”

“I’m hanging up,” you giggled. “And like you’d fly hundreds of miles just to shower with me.”

“You’d be surprised,” his voice took on a teasing tone, “I do have those frequent flier miles just waiting to be used.”

You and Spencer had been long distance for about two months now. You’d agreed to stay together even though you were going to be moving across the country.

You’d met your boyfriend at work about nine months ago. You’d both been working at Smosh when you began dating and it all took off from there.

First dates, anniversaries, you getting a job opportunity in New York, and now this. Talking to Spencer on the phone no less than three times a day.

It had killed you to leave him. But you’d agreed that this was the best option for both of you. Spencer was almost more invested in your career than you were and you really appreciated him for being so willing to make things work for you.

Now, you set your phone down on the counter and pressed speaker phone as you began to moisturize.

“Don’t you have something better to use those on than one shower?”

“Hey, don’t think this is all about you,” Spencer said. “Your shower has jets. Who wouldn’t fly across the county to use that thing.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully even though Spencer couldn’t actually see you.

“Plus,” he continued, his voice becoming more serious, “I’d get to kiss you.”

And there it was. The one thing you couldn’t do while you and Spencer were miles and miles apart.

No more forehead kisses after a long day at work. No more long embraces that smelled like him. No touching at all.

God, you missed him so much. There was only so much that technology could do.

�� You sank down on to the counter, letting your elbows prop you up.

“(Y/n), you still there? You’re not watching Runway without me, are you?”

You attempted a weak chuckle. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

As if sensing your sudden deflation Spencer asked you, “Hey, are you ok?”

“I’m fine, Spence,” you said, tracing the pattern of the countertop with your fingertip as you talked, “I just miss you.”

“I know,” he sighed, “I miss you too. Really freaking bad.”

There was silence between you before Spencer said, “But hey, your birthday is coming up soon. Any plans?”

“Not yet.” You shrugged off his abrupt subject change.

You hadn’t really wanted to do anything for your birthday, not without Spencer. You had tried to squander your roommates attempts at throwing you a party multiple times.

You appreciated her efforts, but you kind of just felt like a quiet evening eating cake in your bathrobe.

“(Y/n), it’s not every day you turn 68,” Spencer teased, “You gotta celebrate these.”

“Very funny,” you deadpanned. “And you’re one to talk! On your last birthday you just came to work in your pajamas and made everyone obey that ‘Mountain Dew me’ button.”

“And that was a party! Some people got seriously hammered.”

“Sure,” you agreed, “If by people, you mean you. And by hammered, you mean sugar crashed.”

“Ok, I don’t get shower pics and you’re gonna start correcting me? I’m so out.”

“Wait,” you stopped him, “switch to FaceTime.”

You waited for the image of him to show up on your screen, pulling on the towel wrapped around your drying hair. Spencer’s face appeared suddenly and your heart leapt as you took him in.

He was laying in bed and had his head propped up on one arm, the other holding his phone in his hand as he smiled up at you.

His hair was tousled and he had his glasses on and he looked so damn sexy that you almost forgot what you were intending to do.

“Ok, if you want shower pics so badly…” You flipped your camera and began pretending to take rapid photos of the shower curtain behind you.

“You are so stupid,” Spencer laughed, rubbing his hand over his face before laying it behind his head again.

“And you’re gorgeous,” you said, flipping the camera back to front-facing.

“And you are working that towel.”

You rolled your eyes, walking out of the bathroom and carrying Spencer with you.

You plopped down on your bed, just opening your mouth to speak when you heard someone yell your name from the other side of the apartment.

“(Y/n)! I’m home! And these groceries aren’t going to put away themselves!” Your roommate called.

“That’s Layla,” you huffed, “I better go before she rearranges the whole fridge.”

“I’m going to pretend I’m not hurt,” Spencer clutched his chest in mock injury.

“I’ll call you later tonight, I promise,” you blew him a kiss and stood up from your bed. “I was just about to get dressed anyway.”

And by dressed, you meant your pajamas.

“Dang, I can’t believe I have to miss that,” he said. “‘Sure you can’t just put me on the night stand?”

“Pervert!” You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Woah,” Spencer held his arm up, “I just wanted to see your choice of clothing. You always know how to perfectly match patterns and textures with the undertones of —”

“No more fashion speak!” You giggled, “Goodbye, Spencer.”

“Bye, baby,” Spencer said softly, and the regret in his tone made it hard to hang up. “Love you.”

“Love you more,” you whispered before ending the call. You slumped down onto your bed, letting out a sigh.

“Thank god!”

You whipped around to see your roommate, Layla, standing in the doorway.

“I thought I was gonna have to end that.”

You shook your head at her as she came to sit down next to you on the bed.

“You still need help?” You asked her.

“Nah,” she waved it away, “You lovebirds took too long. If you weren’t so cute together, it’d be hella annoying.”

You smiled. You loved your roommate, brutal honesty and all.

“But now that we’re here, can we talk about your birthday?”

You opened your mouth to protest and she interrupted you.

“I know you’re going to say you don’t want to do anything but please just consider it. Your birthday’s in less than two weeks and you still haven’t let me plan a party.”

“I don’t know, Lay,” you said, for the hundredth time, “I’m just not in a party mood.”

“(Y/n), you can’t spend the rest of your life missing Spencer and talking to Spencer and thinking about Spencer. I get that you love him but maybe a little party would take your mind off things. And your boyfriend would want you to have a good time. What do you say?”

Your best friend had a point. You had been pretty preoccupied with Spencer when you weren’t working or sleeping.

And maybe she was right, maybe a little celebration was what you needed. Spencer had wanted you to do something for your special day.

Besides, your friend was trying to do something nice for you. And the more you thought about it, the more it sounded like it could be an enjoyable experience.

“Alright,” you told her, “Plan away.”

“That’s the spirit!” Layla beamed at you, grabbing your hand before bouncing out of the room, probably to go buy party supplies.

You laid back on the bed, smiling at the ceiling. You were actually excited for the party.

Your phone buzzed suddenly, and you reached across the comforter to grab it.

You had two texts from Spencer.

[Spencer] : wait i was actually serious about the green thing though!!

[Spencer] : i’m doing a merch shoot tomorrow and i need to know 🙏

You grinned at the screen, remembering the first part of your phone conversation.

[(Y/n)] : any color is your color babe

[(Y/n)] : but actually go with yellow

You waited for his reply to come, smiling when you read his messages.

[Spencer] : what would i do without you?

[Spencer] : k, i better go. i gotta hit the shower myself (jet-less)

[Spencer] : stay tuned for pics 😉

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Four days. It had been exactly four days since Spencer had stopped answering your calls.

He only responded to your messages with short, generic texts and whenever you asked if he could call he had somewhere he needed to be or something he needed to do.

You tried to be rational—maybe he really had gotten pretty busy at work lately—but you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, surveying your party outfit and running a hand through your hair, as you though not-so-party-like thoughts.

Today was your birthday and Spencer hadn’t called or even sent you a text. You tried not to let it get to you and instead look forward to the party that was probably already starting in the living room.

You took a deep breath and went to open your bedroom door, but it flew open before you reached the doorknob.

“There you are!” Layla greeted you with a smile, “C’mon, let’s get this party started!”

“Hey,” you put on a smile, trying to not think about Spencer. “I was just getting dressed.”

“Well, you look hot so let’s go,” she grabbed your arm and pulled you down the hall.

You were greeted by a decorated room with streamers and balloons and presents and partygoers milling about, talking and laughing.

You knew about half of the people that Layla had invited and you gave her credit for that—you didn’t know that many people in New York yet. Most of your friends were back in LA.

You got a sharp pain in your chest as you thought about your loved ones back home—especially Spencer.

“I present, the birthday bitch!” Layla announced with a dramatic flourish.

You couldn’t help grinning at her as all of the guests turned to look at you and began clapping.

“Thank you all so much for coming,” you addressed the room.

“And thank you,” you turned to your roommate, “for planning all of this.”

“It was nothing,” she said, “now go enjoy your party!”

And that’s what you tried to do. You spent the whole evening mingling with people and being wished happy birthday and sampling the hors d’oeuvres.

You were enjoying yourself—as much as you could, at least.

You sat down on a bright yellow chair in the corner that Layla had bought a few weeks ago—personally it wasn’t your taste, but she loved it.

Kind of like large parties and giant social gatherings that required you to have nonstop conversations with people you hardly knew.

You pulled your legs up into the chair, sitting criss-cross and hoping no one would notice you taking a quick break from the festivities.

“Told you you’d like this chair eventually.”

You looked up to see Layla standing to your right.

“I guess it’s growing on me,” you said.

She sat on the arm of the chair, pulling your head to rest in her shoulder.

“You can say your miserable, (Y/n)” she said, “I won’t be offended.”

“No,” you shook your head on her shoulder, “I’m not miserable, I promise. I’m just…tired.”

“Spencer still hasn’t called I take it.”

“Nope,” you blew out a breath, “I’ve given up.”

“I don’t know,” she said, standing up. “He might surprise you. You never know what the night may hold.”

“Why the narrator voice?” Your mouth quirked up on one side.

She shrugged, “It’s fun and i never get to use it.”

“Now come on,” your friend began dragging your chair out of the corner and towards the center of the room, “Time to for cake!”

You shrieked as she pulled you through people before abandoning the chair and going to grab a large cake sitting on the counter.

Once candles had been lit and people had been gathered, Layla handed you your cake.

“Alright, make a wish!” she yelled.

That was easy. You knew what you wanted more than anything else. You didn’t even have to think about what you would wish for when you blew the flames out.

Everyone began to sing me happy birthday and you let Layla snap picture after picture.

You knew wishes were stupid and almost never meant anything, but you couldn’t help imagining what it would be like if your wish did come true.

You squeezed your eyes shut and blew out your candles, only thinking of one thing.

I wish Spencer was here.

All the guests erupted into applause and you smiled, hoping your longing didn’t show on your face.

But god you wished Spencer was here.

Everyone finished clapping. The room fell silent for a moment, before—

“I hope you didn’t waste that on me.”

You froze. The voice came from behind you. You almost thought you imagined it, until you turned around.

Because there he was.

You blinked, trying to make sure he wasn’t a figment of your imagination. But this was real.

Spencer was standing in your living room, his hands in his pockets, looking at you how you imagined you were looking at him.

“Now that,” he pointed at your chair, smiling, ��is my color.”

And that was all he got out before you were rushing towards him and into his arms.

Spencer wrapped his arms around you, laughing, lifting you from the ground and spinning you in a circle before setting you back down.

The room burst into applause for the second time that night. You almost didn’t notice over the rush in your ears as Spencer embraced you.

He pulled back just enough so that he could cup your face in his hands. “God, I forgot how beautiful you are in person.”

You had so many questions bouncing around in your mind, your thoughts racing.

You settled on the one that encompassed all of them, “How?”

“Well, y’know, there’s some distortion with iPhone cameras so you can’t expect—”

You interrupted him, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh, you mean the whole me being in your living room thing?” He shrugged, pulling his hands away from you and back into his pockets, “I kinda flew here.”

Spencer had flown—all the way from Los Angeles—to surprise you. You’d had no idea he was even planning this.

As if reading your thoughts, Spencer said, “I wanted to tell you so bad, but I also wanted to surprise you for your birthday so I sorta ghosted you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, c’mon, you know I would’ve spilled those beans.”

And that explained the not calling or texting you. You couldn’t even feel relieved that he wasn’t mad or breaking up with you because you were so floored and excited that he was here.

He had done this for you.

“Wow, I don’t know what to say Spencer,” you started, wrapping your arms around him again. “As far as gifts go, I’d say you win by a long shot.”

“Hey, I helped!” Layla shouted, putting her hands in her hips, her grin almost as wide as yours.

“Couldn’t have done it without you!” Spencer shouted back before leaning back to kiss you on the forehead, whispering “She let me into the building.”

You put your head on Spencer’s shoulder, letting him hold you. You tried to memorize everything about the way that he felt in your arms. You didn’t want this to ever end.

“So,” Spencer said, his voice rough, “How about that kiss now?”

“I guess since you came all this way…” you trailed off.

“Good,” Spencer whispered, “Because I’ve been waiting to do this since I booked the flight. Turns out I did find a good use for those miles.”

And then his lips where on yours and you forgot how to breathe.

In all the times you had imagined finally kissing Spencer again, nothing was as good as this. This was passionate and starved and full of all of the words you hadn’t said.

This was different than all of the kisses you’d shared before you’d been separated, you thought.

And then Spencer mumbled your name against your lips and you were incapable of thinking at all.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like this until Layla’s voice interrupted you.

“Hey, I’m just as happy as anyone that you’re reunited,” she said, “but please, get a room!”

You and Spencer pulled apart, grinning like idiots. The whole room chuckled.

Spencer pulled you to the side as Layla began rounding people up and gathering decorations.

You caught your best friends eye and mouthed ‘thank you.’

She just smiled and shooed your attention back towards Spencer, pulling down a streamer.

You turned to your boyfriend.

“Well,” he said, “Before we get that room, want to give me a tour of the place?”

“You’ve seen most of my apartment on FaceTime,” you told him. “What’s there to see?”

“Some things can’t be captured over the phone,” he said, his voice becoming more serious. “Some things need to be experienced in person.”

“Spencer, if you’re talking about the shower—” You teased, nudging his shoulder.

But you caught his meaning entirely. And you agreed wholeheartedly.

“Hey that shower is a piece of art! And how little you think of me,” Spencer smiled, continuing, “I was going to wait until you showed me the bathroom before I made that joke.”

“Spencer?” You got out, through your laughter as you led him down the hall.

“Yeah?”

“I love you so much.”

“Well, I should hope so,” he shot back, “Otherwise, I spent five hours on a plane—which didn’t serve Mountain Dew, by the way—getting kicked in the back for nothing.”

You shook your head at him lovingly.

“And yeah,” he finished, “I love you too. More than Mountain Dew and Project Runway.”

You kissed him on the cheek, continuing to pull him down the hallway.

“I meant to ask,” Spencer broke the silence, “What did you wish for?”

“You,” you said, pausing. “I wished for you. All I want is you.”

“I don’t want to say ditto, but I couldn’t agree more,” Spencer teased. “All I’ve ever wanted is you….and maybe one shower.”

“Spencer!”

“Six jets! There are six jets in there, (Y/n)! Why does nobody get this?”

You just giggled and ran down the hall, leaving him chasing after you. You couldn’t stop smiling. This was the best birthday you could have ever wished for.

You rounded the corner, Spencer still calling after you, just a few feet behind you. Right behind you. Here. Yours.

“Six jets and a heated seat!”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed my loves!! stay tuned for more spencer fics coming soon 💋🎀

also bonus text convo 🤭 —>