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support your local caffeine dealer chapter nine

okay, this is the final chapter of sylcd and it is SMUT SO MINORS DNI. please do not worry about reading this part if you don't want to, they fuck and that's basically it. I made sure to start their relationship in chapter eight that way this didn't affect the way this story is told.

anyways 2.8k words, SMUT with little plot, and again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. and wrap it before you tap it, they don't in this story bc idc but enjoy mwah xx

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Another weekend passed, the two of you finding yourselves in good company as you splashed around Kimmy's pool, snacks and drinks flowing.

Shayne couldn't keep his hands off of you, even months after the two of you had become official; he was taking every opportunity to make up for lost time.

This was made apparent as you stood chatting with Damien, strong arms wrapping around your waist as Shayne rested his head on your shoulder, his lips pressed to your cheek.

You felt your heart flutter as you rested your hands atop his, enjoying your boyfriend and his best friends company. Courtney called out to you, inviting you to join her in a game with a few others. You excused yourself as you slipped from Shayne's embrace, his hand sneaking into your back pocket as he tugs you back to him.

You giggle, placing a peck on his lips before you wandered off. Shayne finally tore his eyes from you, turning to see Damien with a massive grin.

"I'm so proud of you dude. Yall are gross and feel like l'm gonna puke, but you two look really happy together."

Shayne felt the blush creep across his cheeks as he shrugged. Shayne was so fucking happy with you. He thought he was gonna pass out earlier in the month when you asked him to help you pick out a cat from the shelter. You called him after your opening shift one day, bringing up the idea, insisting he had to join you in the endeavor.

"The cat is gonna be around you all the time, Shayne, you guys have to get along." He could practically hear your pout as he remembered your argument to him. He almost found himself saying those three little words before he agreed.

Now you both had two tabby kittens from the same litter terrorizing your respective apartments.

The two of your kept your normal routine, seeing him every morning you worked and again, occasionally, in the afternoon for lunch. If times lined up, Shayne would pick you up, taking you out to eat after your shifts. You alternated movie nights, staying up late and talking about nothing while cuddled together your couches.

He didn't think he'd get here, to the point of being with you, being able to call you his. The boys quickly joined lan and Spencer in a contest for the biggest splash. When Shayne's turn arrived, he shot you a wink, proclaiming his win was for you.

He got a head start, jumping into the pool with a cannonball. He swam to the side, pulling himself out as he shook his hair dry. You grinned, cheering and clapping with the others.

"That's my man!" You called out, winking at Shayne as his heart began to race.

Your man.

My man.

The words echoed through his mind on repeat as he joined you, positioning himself behind you on the lounge chair, his legs on either side of yours.

Shayne let his lips ghost softly over the skin of your exposed shoulder, your hair now tugged up into a bun. The two of you laid back, your head resting back on his chest as you chatted with your friends.

Thankfully, no one quite noticed as the two of you had mentally checked out of the conversation.

You couldn't focus anymore as Shayne's wandering hands rubbed lightly at the skin of your hips, his fingers playing aimlessly with the strings of your bathing suit bottoms. You let your hands fall to his strong thighs, fingers tracing his muscles, the smooth skin warm and sunkissed.

You pushed gently at Shayne's hands as you sat up, feeling them rest gently on your bum. He gave your ass a playful squeeze before you stood, stretching.

You yawned, excusing yourself and Shayne, claiming you had an early shift the next day. A small smirk graced your boyfriend's sealed lips. You were off tomorrow and something in your eyes told him that he wouldn't be dropping you off at your place.

The two of you said your rounds of goodbyes, gathering your discarded clothes before making a quick exit, Shayne's hand tangled with yours as you headed to the car.

"You're a terrible person, lying to all of your friends like that." Shayne quipped as he put on his seatbelt, chuckling.

You leaned across the center console, guiding him toward you as you spoke softly, face inches from his.

"What they don't know can't hurt them, Shayne. I want to be alone with you as soon as possible and that is all your fault, sir." You grinned, your lips finally meeting his. The twWo of you moved in sync, lips slotted together perfectly as the kiss deepened, your hands gripping at Shayne's shirt.

He slowly pulls away, punctuating with a few small pecks before he shoots you a lazy grin.

"Back to yours, babe?"

Shayne's hands gripped at you, his nails leaving small scratches upon the soft skin of your hips, his hands trailing under your shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up.

He breaks your heated kiss, barely getting your shirt over you head before his lips were on yours once more.

Your hands splayed across his bare chest, having undone the buttons of his hawaiian shirt on the drive home. Your heart was pounding so fast you could've sworn he would hear it.

You whined, pulling away slowly, tugging Shayne's bottom lip between your teeth, before pointing towards your froon door.

He huffed, taking the hint before he quickly locked the door, upset he was losing out on time he could be spending exploring your body.

Shayne was quick to turn to you, his lips were a bit swollen, his hair now a chlorine scented mess, sticking out in all directions, and he was barely even considered dressed. His bathing suit bottoms sat low on his hips as he moved back toward you.

You felt weak in the knees at the sight before you, shamelessly letting your eyes rake over him body, a small moan escaping you.

He chuckled, cupping your face gently, placing his lips on your's again. He let his other hand slide down your side, cupping the back of your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist.

Shayne lifts you with little effort, a small gasp escaping you, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss. He moves the two of you down the hall quickly, pressing your back to the bedroom door after he kicked it shut behind you.

You hands tangled into Shayne's hair, tugging and whining as he trails his lips down your neck, suckling faint bruises into your skin. He groaned softly as his hands slid behind your back, fumbling a bit as he pulled at the strings of your bikini top, the fabric sliding to the floor.

Shayne couldn't hold back the grin he shot you, dreaming of having you just like this, but he always thought it was just out of his grasp. He moved you to the mattress, laying you on your back as your nipples pebbled from the cold air.

You felt your cheeks heating up as Shayne's eyes roamed your body, knowing his routine by now.

Shayne loves to let his eyes trace every detail of your body, his lip pulled between his teeth before he smiles brightly at you.

He can't help but take his time to admire you, to show you just how much he loves you without words, and this just might be his favorite way to do that.

His hands cupped your breasts softly, slowly moving them downward, gripping the edge of your pants in his fingertips.

You melt as he looks to you with brows raised, asking for your permission before he tugs your last covering off, laying bare for him as your bottoms and shorts hit his bedroom floor.

Shayne's mind and heart were racing as he let out a soft groan, drinking in the sight before him. He lets his hands wander, taking notice of every small noise you let out, every small twitch.

Shayne loved pleasing you, that you both knew. He'd even gotten off on making you come quite a few times now.

He removed his shirt, sliding himself down between your thighs.

He'd even gotten off on making you cum a few He looked up to you again, a soft smile on his lips as his face stilled just inches from where you wanted him the most. You whine and pout, huffing softly.

"You okay?" Shayne spoke softly, his hands finally resting on your thighs, massaging your skin with his thumbs as he moves them over his shoulders.

You nod eagerly, opening your mouth to protest.

"Shayne, please just.." You trail off, your head pressing back into the mattress as his warm tongue licks a trail between your lips, the butterflies in your stomach going insane. One hand tangled into his hair, while the other gripped the sheets desperately as he began a routine of slow, agonizing laps at your juices, Shayne savoring every call of his name that rang from your lips.

You couldn't help the mumbled begging you were doing.

"Shayne, please just.. yes.. please, fuck, yes.. right there, oh my god, Shayne!" You cried out as he switched his pace, his lips around your clit, suckling at the bundle of nerves.

Shayne felt like he was dripping sweat, his heart pounding as he sat between your thighs, savoring your taste.

He fucking loved how you tasted. It wasn't anything sweet or anything unpleasant like nost people tended to describe it as.You tasted like pussy and he loved it.

He knew now that he could die a happy man, buried between your thighs for the rest of his days.

Shayne knew he'd done something right when he felt you tense, his hand splayed across your stomach, pressing you into the mattress; he knew youd came, but that didn't mean he was done.

You couldn't hold it any longer, stars blurring your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut, a chorus of Shayne's name spilled from your lips as you came.

You'd never been that easy to get before, and you hadn't come from just oral in a very long time. Shayne took you by surprise in multiple ways today.

After cleaning up his mess, Shayne slid up, hovering over you as he pressed a few kisses to your jaw.

"You taste so good..." Shayne groaned, his nervousness pushed aside by the pure joy he'd been given.

You felt a shiver roll down your spine as you slowly raked your nails down his back. Shayne finally met your eyes, a grin slowly spreading across your face as you cup his cheeks.

"Shayne." You placed a soft, slow kiss to his lips before you pulled away. "Please fuck me."

The sickeningly sweet smile accompanying your filthy words drove him more insane than he could've imagined.

He placed his lips to yours feverishly, desperate to wipe the smile from your face. He pulled away slowly just as he felt you tug at his hair, knowing he was leaving you on the edge, again. Shayne kept his eyes on yours as he stood at the bedside.

You shuffled, resting up on your elbows as he placed his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear.

You were shameless, you eyes raking over his defined chest and abs before your eyes followed the trail of hair downward.

A small moan left you as your eyes followed the falling of his shorts as they hit the floor, then back up again.

Shayne tried his best not to let it go to his head, but he loved the look in your eyes each time you saw him like this, no matter how often that may be.

You couldn't stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together at just the sight of him.

"C'mon, don't get shy now, you always have something smart to say." Shayne chuckled as he crawled back on to the mattress, resuming his previous position. He sat back a bit, lining himself up with you.

You both moaned quietly as Shayne pushed himself into you. You almost had to admire just how well he fit you as you took a few seconds to adjust.

Shayne started off slowly, letting his lips feel every curve of your body that he possibly could, his hands touching every part that his lips couldn't reach.

A mixture of your moans echoed off the walls as your nails dug softly into Shayne's shoulders, your lips trailing his jaw. It seemed like Shayne knew things about your body that you didn't even know as he moved perfectly, making you melt as his hand slid down.

His hand pressed against your hip, stilling your movements, as he crashed his lips to yours, muffling your sounds as they grow louder. Shayne circles his thumb over your clit, your lips and tongues tangling as you moan into the kiss, your walls tightening around him.

Eventually Shayne gave in to his want, a soft moan of your name escaping him as he lifted you legs, setting them over his shoulder.

You gasp, causing him to still as he looks to you, about to to question if you were okay before the most beautiful sound hit his ears.

You moan, loudly, almost seeming unashamed, his name falling from your lips like a mantra. The new angle brought pleasures you never could've expected.

Shayne's eyes widened at your sound, leaning forward as he spoke softly, rolling his hips a bit, another moan leaving your lips.

"Y/N." Shayne began, his tone warning you enough already. "I have neighbors, baby." He chuckled a bit as your cheeks burned.

Shayne gripped your thighs gently, his nails leaving small marks on your skin as he presses himself into you once more. You squeezed your eyes shut, gasping in pleasure as you suppresseda moan. Shayne felt like he was going to explode at the sight before him.

It pushed him a bit further, his pace quickening as he moaned softly, his hands gripping at your waist.

You felt yourself reaching the edge again as you looked to Shayne, following his eyes downward as he watched himself fuck you.

Your walls fluttered as you let go, a loud moan of his name leaving you as you came around im. You felt Shayne tense, his hands gripping at the mattress beside your head as he came, your name spilling from his lips like music to your ears.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment or two, catching your breaths before Shayne pulled out and lowered your legs, resting them on the mattress.

Shayne grinned at you before leaning down, your sweaty foreheads pressed together.

"We should stretch before we fuck next time, we're too old for that stuff." You chuckled, pressing your lips to his. Shayne pouted softly as he got up, heading into your bathroom.

"Are your legs sore, love?" Shayne laughed as he turned on the shower, warming the water before he headed back in to you.

You laid on your side, checking your phone when he entered.

Shayne grinned, biting his lip before he scooped you up, pressing his lips to every bit of your face.

He almost said it, he wanted to say it so badly.

But he settled for a different time, he'd tell you eventually.

The two of you shared a slow, lazy shower, enjoying the quiet time together before drying off and dressing.

You wandered into your kitchen after him, dressed in a pair of his sweats he'd left and one of his many pizza place shirts.

Shayne wanted this moment engraved into his brain. This was everything he ever wanted and he never would've guessed he'd be here. He was quick to pull you into his arms as soon as you were within reach. The two of you stood at the fridge, Shayne's arms wrapped around your waist.

"Alright, I am out of pretty much everything, so.. cereal?" You grinned, looking to him with your brows raised.

He finally said it. He couldn't stop himself, the thought nagging him more and more the longer he ignored it.

So when the two of you began playing some video games, Mario Kart was apparently the wrong choice.

The both of you became playfully competitive, shoving, calling names and yelling at each other. After a few rounds of some different games that always ended the same, no matter who won, the two of you decided on another bowl of cereal.

You tilted your head a bit as Shayne told you a story about Spencer's last birthday, bringing up his infamous screaming.

"How loud can you scream? You measured it before, didn't you?" You questioned before taking another bite. You had heard Shayne's screaming quite a few times, but you couldn't tell if you've heard just how loud he can get.

A quick scream catches you off guard, your hand covering your mouth as you almost spew your cereal. Shayne can't help but cackle, surprising himself.

"l'm sorry!" He was quick to defend himself before his laughter. "I really only do that in the studio, and that's where my screaming gets brought up the most, so, yanno, just a habit to.. scream."

Shayne trails off, doubling over in laughter as you shake your head. The two of you get lost in a fit of giggles together before you eventually calm, taking a few breaths.

"I know you said that you only do that in the studio but better hear that in bed next time." You laughed, giving your boyfriend a wink.

"I love you."

He spoke, his laughter never faltering as he gave in, knowing that the timing might not be perfect but that it would be perfect for you two. He was right, this was a weird time, but it felt right.

"I love you too."

Your cheeks were bright pink as your heart fluttered, your lip tucked between your teeth as you admired Shayne. Your heart had never felt so full of love.

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sassylegshayne · 1 year

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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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