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smoshyourheadin · 20 days

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Sunshine and Soda Cans

Part 3 - Refreshing

“oh my god tell me EVERYTHING”

angela runs up to you as she hears your keys in the door, practically tackling you for information.

“okay! okay! so, well, we were editing, and then we streamed, and then i drove him to his apartment, and we kissed, and i dont know!” you retort, flopping down on the couch. “also wheres that ice-cream?” you ask her with puppy dog eyes.

“oh shoot yeah! ill grab it,” she scurries off for a minute, and returns with two bowls of vanilla ice-cream topped with strawberry slices. “here you are m’lady”

you hiss as your skin touches the cold bowl

“okay, so, how did it happen? was it good? do you think he likes you?” she begins to spew questions at you.

“one at a time jelly, jeez! okay so , it happened when we were outside his apartment, yes it was good, and i think so? maybe? i hope so at least.”

“well,” she says with a huf “if he doesn't like you he’s missing out!”

you giggle at her, and turn on tangled for the hundredth time this month, it’s your guys’ favourite. you curl up together under a blanket, and drift off.

the weekend goes on pretty smoothly, you and angela just hanging out. then monday comes around.

“cmon (y/n/n) wake up! we’re gonna be late!” you feel the mattress dipping, and rub your eyes.

“huh-“ you reply groggily, and then you realise whats happening

“ANGELA STOP JUMPING ON MY BED!” you laugh at her energy, as she flops down beside you. managing to hoist yourself out if bed, you throw on a sweatshirt and linen pants. on the way to the office, you guys stop at coffee bean for smoothies, which angela almost spills everywhere.

walking into the office, you spot spencer and give him a sweet smile. but he freezes up and just walks away.

what?

you shrug it off, and continue on through the day.

at around 2, you’re about to start shooting an aitah video with spencer and, obviously, shayne. but spencer is being really avoidant, not looking at you while kiana tells you about the shoot. so you chase him up just before the shoot, because you don’t want that tension on screen

“spencer hey,” you jog up to him in the kitchen as he grabs a mt dew kickstart. “whats up? why are you being weird with me? have i done something?” you look into his eyes as you ask him, and you can see his sadness.

“no, i just, i don't know…” he starts to trail off “i just feel like i forced you to kiss me when you didnt want to and i feel really shitty about it and i-”

“hey,” you gently grab his hands “it’s okay, it was nice. i liked it” you smile, and kiss him on the cheek, turning away to go get ready for the shoot. you feel the heat in your cheeks.

during the shoot, you and spencer share the chunky knit blanket as shayne reads you some of the most outrageous stories you’ve ever heard, and you wonder how people online are comfortable enough to say this kind of stuff

afterwards, as you begin to leave, spencer catches up with you.

“(y/n)!” he shouts, catching up with you at your desk while you pack your bag “so um, i was wondering, and obviously feel free to say no, um, if you’d want to go to the fair with me on friday night?” he looks nervous, almost as if he feels he shouldn't ask you.

“yeah, yeah that’d be nice” you smile at him, and his eyes light up at your statement. he thanks you, and says he’ll text you about it later. walking outside, you meet angela and hop in the car.

“what’s got you in a good mood? you’re only ever this quiet when you’re happy. what happened? DID SPENCER-” she begins to interrogate you as you pull out of the lot

“yes, it’s to do with spencer. he asked me on a date.”

angela gasps so loud you swear she could break glass.

“OHMYGOD FINALLY!! I THOUGHT HE WAS IGNORING YOU THIS MORNING BUT HE WAS PROBABLY JUST NERVOUS OH MY GOSH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!” she bounces in her seat, rattling the car. you laugh, leaning away from the hyperactive puppy of a best friend you have.

over the next few days, you and spencer start hanging out a lot more and get a lot closer. you find yourselves sharing longing gazes across rooms, staying up late into the night just talking about life, and discovering things about each other you didn't know. each moment you spend together feels like a lifetime, the bond between you two deepening with every laugh. and then you realise something. you wanted to spend all you time with him.

fuck.

friday evening rolls around, and you’re sat at your desk finishing an edit, and waiting for arasha to bring you a coffee, when spencer walks over to you. his hair is messy, and he’s wearing a plaid shirt tucked in his worn in dickies, with a denim jacket over the top. he looks beautiful.

“you ready to go?” he says, cocking his head slightly

“just give me a minute, im just finishing up this edit and arasha’s bringing me coffee. but feel free to hang out here while i finish up!” you say looking up at him with a smile.

you finish the edit, and arasha walks over with courtney and shayne, and coffee in her hand.

“sup lovers! (y/n) here’s your overly sweet coffee,” she sets it down on your desk, then taking a sip of her own “so, big plans tonight spencer? you’re dressed up…” arasha says slyly, raising an eyebrow

“i mean if taking (y/n) on a date is big plans then, i guess so” spencer smiles at her

“HA! I KNEW IT! IAN AND YOU OWE ME 10 BUCKS EACH” courtney fist pumps the air, and shoves shayne in the shoulder

“ugh why do you always have to be right! you suck!” he dejectedly pulls a 10 dollar note out of his back pocket, and she pinches it with a “thank-you!”. you just look at them all, mouth agape.

“you placed bets on this!?” you look at courtney in shock.

“i mean, obviously. i knew you liked him, but we placed bets on how long it would take for anything to happen. my guess was a month and a week and hey, here we are”

“huh, weirdly specific but… go you!” you smirk at her, standing up to slide your jacket on.

“well, if you’ll exuse us, we have oversized bears to win” spencer smirks and holds his hand out for you to take, as you walk out the office together.

“awh,” tommy says, walking up to the three of them who were lingering near your desk “they’re so cute together!”

“sup nerds, what are we talking about?” ian jumps in

“ian give me my 10 dollars, spencer and (y/n) are going on a date as we speak” she grins at him

“ughhhhhh, fineeeeeeeee. you’re the worst court”

you and spencer hop in the car, and drive off to the fair, and as soon as you arrive, you run and buy a tub of cotton candy.

as you walk around, arms linked with spencer, you drag him to all the shitty games that you’re convinced are rigged.

“what!! no i definitely hit that one!” you stomp your feet like an upset child at the coconut shy, frowning because you didn’t get the giant giraffe teddy.

“watch this” spencer says confidently, and you gawk at him as he hits all the targets perfectly.

“how the hell did you manage that!” you say in amazement

he just laughs and passes you the giraffe “years of playing video games sometimes pays off”

you take the giraffe, and decide to call it amanda. so obviously, you send her a picture

amanderp 😚

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you: [picture of you and the giraffe]

you: guess what i named it

amanderp 😚: giraffey?

you: nope, meet amanda ;)

amanderp 😚: omg i love you!! can she live at your desk? i want to meet her 😆😆

you: of course! i’ll bring her in on monday :))

you and spencer continue to sort of just walk around, giggling with eachother. as the night comes to a close, you get on the ferris wheel.

“its so pretty up here” you look out across the fair, the lights dancing over peoples faces as you sit at the top.

“yeah, makes you realise how pretty other things are” you turn to look at him, and he’s already looking at you. he looks at your lips, then back into your eyes. you close the distance between you both, pressing your lips together sofly, bringing your hand up to his hair and gently running your fingers through his curls. you break it apart, foreheads presses together, and he giggles

“hey whats funny!” you pout, sitting up and looking him in the eyes

“you taste like cotton candy. you taste like you. just overly sweet.”

you cant help but smile, leaning on his shoulder and lacing your fingers together. he looks down at you, and in that moment, you became his sunshine.

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a/n: AHHH ITS FINISHED!! thank you all so much for the love on this series, it was so fun to write and it’s been so nice seeing your guys’ comments 💛💛 requests are open <3

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh #shayne topp #courtney miller #arasha lalani #amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #ian hecox #smoshyourheadin

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smoshyourheadin · 21 days

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helloo!! love ur stuff:3

do u write for criminal minds? if so could u write something about spencer reid🙏🙏

something that goes more into detail with his (ovbious) autism where he masks so much around everyone else that it causes him to sort of burn out and become more cold towards people and seem dislikeable??

but he has a sweet spot for us and only us🫶🫶 and everyone else is sort of shocked by it??

totally okay if not!! love ur writing

a/n: eeek tysm!! first request is a banger heck yea. also i LOVE this kind of spencer he’s so cute 😭😭 hope you enjoy!! requests are open <3

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Soft Spot

pairing: spencer reid x gn! bau! reader

the bau was where spencer felt safe.

he could do his own stuff, mainly paperwork, and nobody would interrupt him. he was content and liked being left alone, nobody was getting to know him, and he liked it that way.

until you joined.

you joined the bau a sunny day in june, practically bounding in, brimming with exitement. you walked into the bullpen, your pin covered, beaten up backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. a man called derek was the first to greet you

“hey there cutie, what brings you here?” he folded his arms over his chest, the curves of his muscles clearly visable through his tight grey t-shirt.

“hi!” you beamed at him “um, i’m the new hire and i start today. do you know where i can find-”

“lemme guess, you wanna see hotch?” he cuts in

“i think so, aaron hotchner right?” you looked at the small buisnuess card in your hands, running your thumb over the embossed text reading ‘AARON HOTCHNER, UNIT CHEIF, BAU, QUANTICO VA’.

the tall tanned man giggled at your enthusiasm, and points to one of the offices up the side stairs. “hotch is up there. i’m derek morgan, by the way.” he held his hand out for you to shake.

“derek, cool, i’m (y/n), it’s really nice to meet you!” you grasped his hand, shaking it gently “guess i’ll see you round then!”

he smiled and watched you run upthe stairs to his boss’ office. you knock on the door, and there was a deep voice that shouted from inside.

“it’s open”

you twisted the doorhandle, and walked into his office. it was pretty big, and really neat and tidy. there’s a tall man behind the desk, sat writing something next to a pile of files

“ah, hello (y/n),” he said with a slight smile, leaning over his desk to shake your hand “i’m aaron hotchner, i’ll be your unit cheif here.”

you take his hand eagerky and shake it, smiling at him.

“i just have a form i need you to sign and i’ll introduce you to the unit.”

“yeah awesome, cool- i mean- yeah that’s fine. good stuff.” you said nervously, wanting to come off as profesional as possible.

back in the bullpen, derek sat at his desk as spencer walked up to him.

“is the new agent any good?” he says blankly.

“i don’t know, seemed pretty nice to me. but, we haven’t been on a case yet so no clue. why’d you ask pretty boy?” he looks up at spencer, who’s fixing his tie

“no reason, just don’t want someone on our team we don’t need.” he retorts, flattning the tie against his chest. before morgan can say anything back, spencer had already turned his back, walking to his own desk, and shutting everything out. penelope, who had walked past as she heard derek mention a new hire, hung back so she could ask him all about you

“who’s the new hire derek!” she asked exitedly

“some kid, i think you’ll get along. very bubbly and smiley, just like you princess” he smiled at the blonde, earning a giggle from her.

up on the balcony of the bau, hotch was stood introducing everyone.

“that there, is ssa derek morgan,” he pointed to derek, who you met earlier. “he’s the man if you’re ever on any case involving obsessional crimes”

“and girl covered in glitter talking to him is our technical anaysist penelope garcia, ” you looked down to derek’s desk, where a pretty blonde lady with a big poofy dress and chunky glasses was stood. ”she can find just about anything, so she’s always on hand in a case”

“and that over there is ssa jennifer jareau, who we call jj,” he pointed to a woman with long wavy hair, stoof talking to a woman with thick black hair. ”she’s our media and communications liason, so she decides what cases we go on”

“stood next to jj is ssa emily prentiss,” your attention shifted to the woman with the dark hair and bangs. ”she specialises in cases with children, and knows 6 languages.” this earned a whistle of admiration from you

“then you have ssa davis rossi,” he pointed to an older looking man who was reading something at his desk. ”he’s our most experiienced agent, and he’s a brilliant hostage negotiator.”

“and that over there is dr. spencer reid” he points to a very tall, very handsome man around your age, dressed in a button up shirt and purple tie, with unrully brown waves. ”he’s literally a genius, he has an iq of 187, and a photographic memory. but he’s not really one for friendships, he’s got his walls up.”

you frown slightly, but accept it. not everyone wants to be your friend, but you’ll be nice to him either way.

a few days had passed, and you’d gotten to know everyone really well, especially garcia who was so sweet to you, you could feel the cavities in your teeth. you were talking to her one day when she invites you to a bar later that night. because it was a friday and your first team outing so, you said yes. garcia gave you a big hug, and said she’d pick you up at 7 to take you.

after that, you finished some paperwork and headed to the elevator to go get the metro home, and to your surprise, spencer held the door for you, so you beam at him

“thanks spencer” you stand next to him, and rocked back and forth on your feet next to him, gently humming to yourself

“yeah, no problem” he gave you a polite smile, and looked down at his phone at his phone

the ride down was spent in comfortable silence, and as you left the lobby of the building, he turned the same way as you.

“you going to the station on 550?” you looked up at him as you walked side by side down the sidewalk

“yup” he said blankly

“cool, me too! i get off at leeland road.” you replied

spencer hummed, and said “oh, me too”

you smile as you look straight ahead, almost skipping to keep up with him

“so, how’s your day going?” you started to make small talk

“fine. you?” he looked into your eyes, taking in your features. he doesn't like people, he’s never liked people. he’s tired all the time, he just likes his own company, thats all he needs. nobody would understand the way he works. maybe his mom would. but maybe you would too. who was he kidding? no you wouldn't.

“yeah! yeah i’m good. exited to go out tonight,” you smiled contently, realising that you were really part of the team now. it felt good “not sure what i’ll wear. i don’t think i have any clothes clean i can wear. i also need to feed my cat. i should write a reminder. i should probably also do my dishes. oh and also water my plants. i don't know where i put the mister. i need to find that….” you start to trail off

spencer looked at you, your brain working so fast he can barely keep up

“sorry, i don't mean to ramble, that happens sometimes. i’m sorry.” you looked away from him awkwardly, the lump in your throat drying it out.

“no its okay, my brain works a similar way sometimes. i like organisation more though.”

the train pulled up in front of you, and you realised you’d been walking on autopilot for a while now, not entirely realising you and spencer had gotten to the platform. he continued to make polite small talk with you on the train, and when you got off, and when you started walking down the street

“welp,” you said, stopping outside your apartment block. “this is me. i’ll see you later on though, yeah?” you give him a smile and he nods, giving you a small wave as you walked into your building. as he walked away, he felt his stomach churn. he didn't know if that was good or bad.

now, you stand in your apartment, haven fed your cat biscuit, your socks scrunched at your ankles, baggy t shirt over your frame, and twenty five minutes until penelope got here. and you hadn't decided what to wear. to be safe, you pick out a nice button up and trousers, sliding on your converse. you grab a jacket, and as youre picking up your keys, a honk makes you jump. you rush out the door to see garcia, jj, and derek all in a red car outside

“hey hey hot stuff, hop in!” derek shouts at you. you clamber into the back next to jj, and make your way over to the bar. when you get there derek asks you

“what are you drinking?”

“um, i’ll have a lemonade please”

“not a drinker?” he raises an eyebrow

“only on special occasions”

he nods and walks to the bar, shorty returning to your guys’ table with a beer for him, a tall fruity looking concoction for garcia, and your lemonade. you’re sat between emily, and a very agitated reid. the night goes on slowly, all chatting away and laughing.

“hey genius, loosen up!” emily says over the music. in response, he just huffs, and swirls his straw around in his glass of water. you take a sip of lemonade, and nudge him with your shoulder.

“you okay?”

“loud” is all he manages to respond with, clearly not enjoying the setting.

“we can go outside if you want”

he nods, and you two stand up. you tell derek you’re going outside with spencer, and to keep an eye on your drink

“you got it” he gives you a thumbs up, and shuffles back into the booth.

standing in the cold, you cross your arms, the gentle pounding of bass coming from inside the bar

“hey uh- thanks for coming out with me.” he says to you. his gentle hazel eyes meeting your own, his hair tucked behind one ear, as it was starting to get quite long. you think its cute.

“yeah, of course, its nothing. i don't like it in there either to be honest, my head cant handle it. its a lot.” you give him a half smile and see him pacing a bit.

“i get that” he says, clearly agitated

“do you want to go home? i can call you a cab if you want. we can go back to my place and i can make you food if you’d like”

“if you don’t mind, that’d be nice”

this time when he smiles at you, it’s genuine. not like when derek makes a joke and he smiles to show he’s listening, not like when he smiles at emily when she brings him coffee thats cold. no, this was real.

a few minutes later, the cab arrives and you tell the driver your address. spencer’s leg is bouncing as he looks out the window. you pull up in front of your building, thank the driver and pay, and walk up to your apartment.

“here we are,” you unlock the door “home sweet home”

you kick your converse off, having to shake your ankle a fair bit. you hang your jacket up, and spencer does the same. sitting on the couch is biscuit who stands up and arches her back, slightly meowing.

“hey baby!” you smile at her and scratch her chin. spencer looks over at you as you kneel in front of her. he thought you looked really nice. he wasn’t going to tell you though.

“your apartment is nice.” spencer says, sinking into your leather armchair in front of your bookcase

you smile at his remark, attention still on biscuit. your apartment is pretty simple, just a few pictures hung up and pretty colourful furniture. after fussing over your cat, you make yourself some tea and some coffee and a bowl of soup for spencer. you add milk, and like seven spoons of sugar to his coffee, which you’re sure was too much but you’d seen him make his own before and that’s how he makes it, so he must like it. you set the coffee and soup down in front of him, and sit down on the couch, tea in hand. he takes a small sip from big mug and smiles

“hey, how did you know how to make my coffee?”

“observant, i guess”

“nobody has ever made it like that for me before”

“well, i guess im not nobody” you shrug, and stand back up again, walking into your bedroom to put on some pj’s.

after three minutes and forty two seconds, he counted on his watch, you're back in some sweats and the same t shirt from before.

“oh shit i forgot to ask, do you want some pjs? i mean, that is if you want to stay over, you don’t have to”

“if you’re offering” he smiles at you, and you walk back into your room to grab him a t shirt and some grey sweats from the bottom of your drawer. he chants, and walks back in. you notice his socks, they’re odd. one has pink and blue squares on, the other is green with a dinosaur pattern. you smile.

after a few hours of just talking about books, and live, and family, and everything inbetween, you head to bed, and spencer climbs in next to you. he’s so gentle, barely dipping the bed.

“i’m not made of glass you know spencer, you can make yourself comfortable.” you giggle a bit at his tense body.

“yeah, okay.” you feel his body shift on the mattress, clearly more relaxed. you switch on the lamp next to you and lie down, wrapping yourself up and wallowing in spencer’s cologne- it smells like wood and coffee. you hum, and drift off. as you sleep, he watches your chest rise and fall, enjoying the frequency, and just knowing that you understood him.

the morning comes around, saturday sunlight seeping through your blinds, a gentle chirp can be heard outside as your eyelashes bat awake. you look over and see spencer, hair strewn over his face, eyes closed, and mouth slightly smiling. he’s breathing very steadily, he looks peaceful. you gain full conciseness and realise your legs are entangled with his, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. you prop yourself up, and check your phone. the bau group chat has 4 unread messages.

bau gang

morgan damn @(y/n), finally get through to pretty boy?

garcia the last time i asked him to stay at mine, he stared at me like i’d just kicked a puppy

prentiss same here, he just looked at me in disgust and walked away. we didn’t talk for two days

rossi how on earth did you crack that wall? whats his soft spot? teach me your ways, young one

you smile at your phone and just reply

a magician never reveals her secrets 😚 he’s asleep rn but i’ll be sure to ask him to be nicer to you all later

you then take a picture of spencer as he sleeps, just to remind yourself that maybe he isn’t so bad after all.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #derek morgan #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #david rossi #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #smoshyourheadin

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smoshyourheadin · 24 days

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Sunny

carmen berzatto x gn!reader

a/n: hi guuuuys thanks for all the love on teeth! heres a lil carmy fic bc i love him. reader is gender neutral, but is referred to as sunny and richie calls them sweetheart :-) love y’all!! requests r open <3

you stepped into the chaos of the bear's kitchen, the delicious aroma of sizzling meats and spices enveloping you like a warm embrace. the kitchen restaurant was alive with the metallic clatter of pans, the sharp bark of ‘chef’, and the constant tick of that clock.

as the newest addition to the team, you were seeping with excitement and nervous anticipation. today marked the beginning of your career as a sous chef at the beef, a role you'd long aspired to fill.

you’d known mikey from coming in every day at 5:32pm, just after leaving the subway from your internship. he was always so lovely to you, always calling you ‘sunny’ because of how bright you were, giggling at everything he said. and the day he died you really didn’t know what to do. you’d walked in like normal but there was only the quiet buzz coming from the old fluorescent lights. you shouted out to richie to see what was up, and he told you.

because you’d recently turned 21, you and him went for drinks and talked about stuff, and be invited you to the funeral. a while after, he’d told carm about you, and the fact you were a ‘fucking legend’, and how you'd be perfect for the team. you got the job less than a week later.

walking through the kitchen that helped you through so many nights, you met all the other people working there: marcus, tina, ebra, sweeps, fak, manny and angel, richie, and obviously the man of the hour.

Carmen Berzatto.

you smiled at him, and he just nodded back at you.

“ignore him sweetheart, he’s a fuckin’ jagoff. he’ll come around, don’t you worry” richie shouted over the counter at you, your disappointment clearly visible.

“thanks rich” you say halfheartedly.

as the lunch rush reached its peak, you found yourself navigating the labyrinthine of counters and corners of the bear, wandering into the walk-in freezer, searching for some pre-made batches of dough that marcus had asked you to grab. you crouched down, looking at the lower shelves where he said they were.

but fate had other plans in store for you.

with a sudden click, the door swung shut behind you, plunging you into the cold. panic stirred in your chest as you fumbled for the handle, only to realise it was stuck. trapped in the confines of the walk-in, your heart raced with a mixture of fear and disbelief.

“oh yeah this is,” you pinched your brows together “just fucking great! just what i needed." you muttered under your breath, cursing your luck on what was supposed to be a perfect first day.

“yo fak! sunny’s stuck in the walk in!” you heard richie shout.

there was a clatter of movement, and a bunch of muttering behind the door.

“you doin’ okay chef?” carmen said through the door

“yeah,” you say back, arms crossed over your chest tightly ”it’s cold but, i guess thats to be expected, we’d be even more fucked if it was warm i guess”

you heard a low chuckle, and a scuffle of feet. you made him laugh.

it had been about three hours, fak still trying to get the door open, and carmen talking to you through the door. after what felt like forever, the door finally budged. you practically fell out, your teeth chattering together. fak and carmen looked at you with wide eyes, both amazed at how cold you looked.

you were so overwhelmed, already feeling like a complete fuck up on your first day, and you couldn't take it. you began to cry and ran out the back of the restaurant, shortly followed by carmen

“hey, hey you’re okay” he said, taking your body into his arms. his hug was tight, but the right amount. he was warm, and smelt of vegetable stock, cigarettes, and cumin.

“th- thanks, carmen” you sniffle through your sobs

“call me carmy”

you looked up at him, and he was smiling down at you. he looked into your eyes, and grabbed your shoulders.

“hey, look, it’s your first day. it’s okay. it wasn't your fault. if anything, it was marcus’ because he made you go get the dough from the freezer in the first place. don't worry”

you nodded, and wiped your eyes

“yeah, yeah, ‘m sorry for being sensitive”

“no, it’s difficult i get it. but i need you in there. so go in there and do what richie told me you could - a fuckin’ brilliant chef. if you can do that f’me, thats all i want”

you smile at him, and sniff one more time. you walk back into the kitchen with a new sense of purpose: do it for carm.

he watched you strut back in, and realised he was fucked. he liked you already.

#the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto #carmy bearzatto x reader #richie jerimovich #neil fak #the bear fx #carmen berzatto x reader #smoshyourheadin

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smoshyourheadin · 27 days

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Teeth

a/n: this is based off a @starfxkr prompt and i loved it sm i had to write for it so go show their og post some love!! requests are open <3

you found yourself lost in the chaotic charm of the outer banks, where adventure danced on the edge of every wave. amidst the sun kissed shores and salty air, jj maybank stood as a pillar of untamed energy, drawing you into his orbit with every smirk and wild shenanigan.

your heart fluttered with each glance exchanged, your admiration for him growing with each passing day. but among the starry eyed gazes and overwhelmed sighs, there was a playful dynamic that defined your hang outs: cuteness aggression.

one sunny afternoon, as you and jj lounged by the beach, basking in the warmth of the carolina sun, a mischievous impulse overtook you. with a giggle bubbling in your chest, you leaned in and playfully nipped at jj's bicep, unable to resist the urge to tease.

to your surprise, his reaction was swift and unexpected. with a playful growl, he retaliated, sinking his teeth into your shoulder with equal fervor. you squealed in surprise, a mixture of shock and delight coursing through your veins as jj's laughter filled the air.

but he wasn't finished yet. with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, he seized the opportunity to turn the tables. his fingers found your sides, tickling and teasing until you were squirming with laughter, begging for mercy amidst fits of giggles.

as the banter escalated, jj's annoyance melted away, replaced by an ache in his ribs from laughing so much. with a dramatic yank, he pulled you into a tight hug, squeezing you close as he whispered in your ear, "not so fun now, huh?"

but despite his playful theatrics, the warmth of jj's embrace spoke volumes. in that moment, amidst the laughter and lighthearted play fight, you realized that there was something special between you and jj, a bond that surpassed the boundaries of mere friendship.

and so, in the golden glow of the outer banks sunset, amidst the laughter and playful antics, you found yourself falling deeper in love with jj maybank, one bite and squeeze at a time.

#jj maybank #obx #jj maybank x reader #smoshyourheadin #outer banks

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Omg this series is so good for it being your first one! I’m so sure you’re going to do amazing in the future with all your works!!

thank you so much this is so sweet 😭😭 big love 💛💛💛

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smoshyourheadin · 29 days

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Sunshine and Soda Cans

Part 2 - Bubbles

"hey, spencer!" angela jogs up to spencer as you walk into the office. you wander to the kitchen to grab a soda, and put your stuff down.

"(y/n) said shes struggling with editing the new try not to laugh episode, and i don't think she's going to ask for help because she's too stubborn, so can you just check on her and give her a hand?". spencer looks over at you, and back to angela

"yeah sure! i'll catch up with her later" angela gives him a big grin, and then walks over to you, striking up a conversation.

later on, you're sat at your desk, editing away. you've been stuck re-trimming the same clip for like twenty minutes, and you're becoming increasingly frustrated.

"hey, (y/n)!"

his voice catches your attention, making you look up, but not away from the screen.

"hi spence, uh- what's up?" you say, eyes still glued to your screen.

"oh nothing, just checking how you're getting on with the try not to laugh edit. everything going good?"

"no actually' you, look up at him and you chuckle "ive, i've been trying to edit the same clip for like ever, and it won't save properly. im losing my mind!"

he smiles at you honesty, and pulls up a chair to help you out. after about an hour, you two get a bit bored and decide to go live on the games channel, streaming some sims

"alrighty then guys, hello! welcome to the games channel, today me and spencer are going to be playing some sims 4!" you smile into the camera, adjusting your hair, and you relax into your chair.

"guys, can we hate on (y/n) in chat for drowning my sims last time" spencer says sarcastically, glaring at you sassily.

"hey!" you elbow him, playfully "you made fun of my sims' fashion choices!"

he laughs at your anger, and you talk with the chat for a little while as the game loads

"okay, my plan is to make a love triangle in my mansion. i want to see if they can handle the drama.." you say, tapping your fingertips together

"woah, okay dr. evil!" he says, laughing with you

you guys start making some characters that, suspiciously, resemble each other. as you begin to play, your sims keep chatting to eachother

"hey, (y/n), why does your sim keep flirting with mine? got a crush or something?" spencer says with a smirk

"oh, please! my sim is just being friendly! unlike yours, who keeps stealing my sim's food!!! didn't realise your name was tina.." you giggle at your own joke, napoleon dynamite is one of the first things you two bonded over, so you both have a good laugh.

you guys play for about two hours, and then decide to wrap up, finishing the stream

before getting up to leave, you guys share a lingering gaze, and you see the colours in his eyes. you give him a ride back to his apartment, and you turn of your radiohead "in rainbows' cd. weird fishes/arpeggi comes on, as you pull up infront of his apartment. you look over at him with a sweet smile.

"well, see you tomorrow spence"

"yeah. looking forward to it"

you two lock eyes, and then he gently pulls you into a sweet kiss, his hand lingering on your jaw as you melt into his touch. he tastes like mt dew, and you smile against his lips. as you break away, you already miss his lips on yours.

"see ya, (y/n)" he says with a smile and a new twinkle in his eye, exiting the car and walking into his apartment block.

you sit in your car for at least another five minutes; eyes glassy, chest heavy, and palms sweating. you pick up your phone, and open up the phone app, ringing the only person you can think of to call.

"hey jelly, do we have any icecream? i need to tell you what's just happened"

you hear angela open the freezer over the phone, and she says

"yeah, we have some vanilla and i think there's some strawberries in the fridge. everything okay?"

"yeah," you breathing staggers, fully realising what just happened "me and spencer kissed"

"I'M SORRY WHAT"

you hang up, and start driving back to your apartment.

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a/n— hey!! thank you all so much for the love on part one omg love y’all for that ahhh 😚 my requests are open btw!! so feel free to request anything, not just smosh stuff!! i’ll write for anything (even if im not in the fandom 😚)! okay yeah hope you all enjoy pt2!! love y'all 💛

#smosh #spencer agnew #angela giarratana #amanda lehan canto #courtney miller #shayne topp #arasha lalani #x reader #spencer agnew x reader #first fic #smoshyourheadin

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Sunshine and Soda Cans

Part 1 - Fizzes

you’d joined smosh in summer last year, just after anthony’s return. you’d watched smosh with your brother as a kid, so getting this editing job was a dream come true. although you hadn't watched their stuff in years, you quickly adapted to the quick thinking environment.

you got the job from your roommate angela, who was a cast member. you guys are super close, so when she mentioned that they had an editing vacancy, you jumped at the opportunity to leave your job at a marketing company to go work woth her. living with angela proved useful, because after your first day, you asked her about spencer, and oh did she have stuff to tell you.

“hey hey, whats the deal with the uh, spencer guy at work?” you said to her at dinner.

“(Y/N) ITS THE FIRST DAY AND YOU ALREADY HAVE THE HOTS FOR SPENCER?? I MEAN I’D UNDERSTAND IF IT WAS SOMEONE LIKE-” she began shouting, laughing at your face as you blushed

“jelly i- please, just- okay yeah, he’s cute but i don't want to make a move, he’s basically my boss!”

“this is also true. okay so…” she begins to ramble to this spencer guy you, as you eat your spaghetti. he’s so totally your type, but would you make a move? you can't decide.

the days passed, and soon enough you’d been at smosh for a month now. angela, being angela, had one day let slip to amanda of your small crush on spencer

“(y/n)!! get your butt over here!” she beamed at you, so you obliged, because who wouldn't listen to amanda? she's 6 feet of pure love, you listen to everything she says

“a little birdie, who cant keep her mouth shut after two glasses of wine, told me that you like spencer?” she looks at you, a certain glint in her eye

“okay, maybe, JUST maybe, i have a teeny, tiny crush on him. BUT i don't think im going to make a move.” you looked into her eyes, feeling dejected, because you felt he would never like you back.

the events that ensued, you couldn't even keep up with. every day on set, amanda would rake you into a conversation she was having with spencer, or angela would ask you to go to his desk give him something off her. you weren't nescaserily complaining, but it was less than ideal, because you became a stuttering mess around him.

“hey spence, um- angela wanted me to give you this, i mean i dont know why she didnt bring it herself, its kind of lazy, she is, i mean- she isnt but she has me running around for her, but thats friendship right? i mean i’d make her do that, but not if-”

he gazes up into your eyes and gently places a hand on your arm, sending small jolts through your body.

“dude, it’s just me, relax!” he smiles at you, as you give him the mt dew kickstart angela sent you over to give him.

“tell angela thanks by the way!” he said, as you walked over to angela, who was trying not to break out into a big smirk

“oh spencer! angela is making me do things for her! oh woe is me! hold me incase i fall!” she placed the back of her palm to her forehead, dramatically falling into amanda’s arms

“hey! thats not what i sounded like! right? i didn't. right.” you said, becoming increasingly concerned if it was that obvious. courtney, erin d, and arasha walked over to you guys

“hey dudes,” courtney began “whats up with you guys?”

“oh, i bet theyre taking about how (y/n) is totally into spencer” arasha said, stifling a giggle.

you stood with your mouth slightly agape, gawking at her remark.

“is it really that obvious!?” you whined, slumping into a chair.

“i mean,” erin looked at you, as you tried folding into the air to disappear, “we’re the only ones who’ve noticed so far, but i don't think the boys have caught on! i think you're good”

“maybe minus josh,” courtney added, “i was sat with him and he asked me about why (y/n) was ‘oogling at spencer’ on that board af video. but he wont tell, he’s too nice”

a few days pass, and your crush on spencer had become slightly bigger. taking advantage of this, courtney decided to make you, angela, and spencer (the ‘golden trio’ as the fans called you) do an episode of who meme'd it.

“hello and welcome everyone to a brand spankin’ new episode of who memed it!” shayne began, earning a small round of applause from the crew.

“today, we have everyone’s favourite roommates and spencer!”

you were leant on angela’s shoulder, but perked up to smile at the camera

“hi guys!” angela grins at the camera, waving aggressively

“dude!” spencer yelled at shayne “why cant i be the favourite roommate!” he looked dejected

“spencer, we lived together and i have never slept worse, the only thing in our apartment was mt dew and granola bars!!”

“okay, you got me”

you look over at him and giggle, feeling your cheeks begin to warm up

as the rounds go on, angela is on 5 points, you’re on 4, and spencer is on 8.

“okay, next meme!” shayne boasts

the next thing on screen made everyone cackle.

immediately, shayne starts giggling, and puts his fists against the wall, not being able to look at any of you. angela is crying with laughter, and even spencer is giggling. you just stare into the camera in shock.

through tears, shayne manages “oh my- all- alright who memed it, was it tommy, josh, was it courtney, or was it erin, our lovely producer”

you each place your guesses, and its revealed to be a secret shayne meme. you swear you could burn holes through him.

after wrap, you went off with angela giggling about some of the things, your mind still racing from being so close to spencer. for so long. it was cringey, yes, but you felt so exited when you were around him, you couldn't help it!

but little did anyone know, spencer was just as infatuated with you, and he was waiting for the day be mustered up the courage to ask you out

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