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[writeforthepeople]

pleaseeee.

smosh, I'm once again asking you to put those two again in another reddit story.

it's been (almost) 9 months since the last one

[writeforthepeople]

would you be willing to write a Damien fic, super fluffy, where he's just being super supportive of you after a big event/promotion/show or something?

I may have needed to write that more than I realized. here is my take on it!

[writeforthepeople]

The Promotion

Damien Haas x f!Reader Word Count: 2k

Warnings: just suuuuper fluffy.

summary: You are up for a big promotion at your job, working for DropOutTV, when you get home and tell your boyfriend, Damien that you got it, he showers you in support.

The front door clicks shut behind you, and it’s like your body finally believes it can relax. The pressure of the day, the nerves, the tightly held don’t-get-your-hopes-up mantras—it all starts to melt somewhere around the arches of your feet.

Inside, the apartment smells like whatever candle Damien lit earlier—warm vanilla and the faintest echo of something spicy, like clove or cinnamon. The lights are low, cozy, and there’s a soft hum of sound coming from the living room.

You peek around the corner and there he is—curled up on the couch, intensely focused on the screen. Headset askew, controller in hand, eyes sharp. His lips are slightly parted, fingers twitching with every on-screen movement. He’s completely locked in.

His glasses are pushed up into his hair, forgotten. A fuzzy pumpkin blanket is draped over his shoulders like a cape. You’re not even sure he realizes he's doing it, but he’s muttering to himself, narrating strategy in this low, rhythmic way that sounds like he’s casting a spell. I think it is unconscious that he does it now even when he isn't streaming.

You drop your bag as quietly as you can and lean against the wall, watching him. It's comforting, in a weirdly grounding way—coming home to Damien mid-hyperfixation. Safe. Familiar.

He catches the movement in his peripheral and turns his head sharply. Game forgotten. Controller paused.

“Wait—you're home.” His face lights up, and it’s instant. No lag between his brain and his body—just pure joy. “Give me, like, two more minutes—I’m in the middle of—” He glances back at the screen, hesitates, then drops the controller with a dramatic sigh. “Okay, nope. Forget it. I’m pausing everything. Zagreus can wait. You? Never..”

He’s already standing, the blanket falling off his shoulders as he crosses the room in quick steps, scanning your face.

“I can’t tell if you’re about to cry from stress or happiness, and I don’t wanna mess this up—so... am I about to freak out with you or for you?”

He stops just in front of you, hands hovering like he’s not sure if he should touch you yet—not until he knows what kind of moment this is. His eyes flick over your face, reading every twitch, every crease.

Then you nod, barely, and a smile breaks across your face like sun through clouds.

You got it.

Damien gasps—gasps—like he’s in a soap opera and you just told him you're secretly royalty.

“No. No, shut up—you got it?!” His whole body lights up. He doesn't wait for you to answer again. Arms wrap around you in a heartbeat, lifting you off your feet in a quick, spinning hug that makes you laugh into his hoodie.

He sets you down with care, but he doesn’t let go.

“Director of Gaming? Are you kidding me? That’s insane. That’s hot. That’s so hot.” He leans back just enough to look at you fully, hands still resting on your waist. “I’m dating a director. I need to reevaluate my wardrobe immediately. I can’t be out here in Pokémon pajama pants next to corporate excellence.”

You laugh again, and he’s completely unbothered—just keeps going.

“No seriously—do I need to call you ‘sir’ now? Because I will. Happily. Professionally. Romantically.” He tilts his head. “I’ve got range.”

You roll your eyes, but it’s hopeless—your cheeks are already warm. He sees it, and it just eggs him on.

“God, you’re incredible.” His voice softens just slightly, the awe settling in beneath the teasing. 

He quiets down, just a little—like the moment catches up to him all at once. His hands slide from your waist to your forearms, thumbs brushing slow circles over your sleeves. He looks at you like he always does but it never gets old, the way he just sees you.

Then, softer—almost reverent—he says, “You earned this.”

There’s no punchline this time. No performative dramatics. Just truth, steady and full of conviction.

“They didn’t hand it to you. You worked for it. You stayed late, you took care of people, you built something over there. I’ve watched you fight for stuff that nobody else even noticed was broken. And you still somehow came home and held space for me—for us. For your friends, and family, the cats that are running around here somewhere.”

He pauses, and his brows knit together, like he’s trying to find the exact right phrasing before he says it.

“You’re not just good at what you do,” he murmurs. “You’re the kind of good that makes other people want to be better.”

You huff a laugh, watery-eyed now, and he smiles like he just won a boss fight.

“I love you,” he says simply. “And I’m really, really proud of you.”

Your arms slide around his waist like it’s muscle memory, tucking yourself into the space under his chin. It feels like the kind of hug that should last a while—long enough to soak it in. His warmth. His words. The way his heart is beating a little faster than usual.

Then, in classic Damien fashion, he pulls back just enough to press a kiss to your forehead and immediately says, “Okay. Now that you’ve reached goddess-tier career status, I propose a celebratory feast.”

You raise an eyebrow. “A feast?”

“Yes,” he nods solemnly. “Takeout. As the gods intended.”

He’s already reaching for his phone, unlocking it with the frantic enthusiasm of a man on a mission. “I have the apps ready. I'm thinking Thai? Or sushi? No—wait—what about that place you like with the cursed noodles?”

“The noodles are not cursed.”

“They are absolutely cursed, and I will not survive the leftovers, but I would happily perish for you tonight, Director.”

You snort, dropping onto the couch while he starts scrolling, muttering restaurant names under his breath like a summoning ritual. He flops down beside you, pressing his leg against yours.

“I say we eat too much, watch something spooky, and let you bask in your well-earned glory. You pick the movie. I won’t even pretend to veto it, no matter how aggressively A24 it is.”

“You always pretend to veto it.”

“Tonight, I’m on my best behavior.” He hands you the phone. “You make the calls now. You’re in charge.”

There’s a glint in his eye, all mischief and admiration. “I mean, you have to be in charge. You’re the director.”

Dinner ends in a happy food coma. You’re tucked into the couch now, limbs tangled with Damien’s under a mountain of blankets, your mostly-empty takeout containers sitting on the coffee table next to two cans of something fizzy and lime-flavored.

The room glows with low light—string lights along the windows, the TV flickering with neon colors and jump cuts.

Onscreen, Bodies Bodies Bodies plays out in all its messy, unhinged glory.

Damien is locked in.

“This movie is so stressful,” he mutters, eyes wide, mouth full of leftover rice. “They are the worst people I’ve ever met and I can’t stop watching.”

You giggle, your cheek squished against his shoulder. “You say that every time.”

“I mean it every time.” He gestures vaguely at the screen. “If I had even one of these people in my party, I’d leave the campaign.”

“You’d romance them.”

He gasps, betrayed. “I would not.”

“You romanced Shadowheart, Damien.”

“She had depth! And a tragic backstory!”

You just look at him, smug, until he throws a pillow at your head. You duck, laughing, and he pulls you in tighter, your legs over his lap now.

By the time the credits start rolling, his head is tilted against yours, and he mumbles, “Okay. I think it’s time for Phase Two of the celebration.”

You squint up at him. “Which is?”

He wiggles out from under the blanket, disappearing into the kitchen without another word.

There’s the sound of a cabinet opening. A soft, triumphant “Ha!” And then he returns, holding a white bakery box with both hands like it’s the Holy Grail.

You blink. “Are those—?”

“Celebration treats,” he confirms, setting the box down on the table with a flourish. “From your favorite place. Got them earlier today, just in case.”

You stare at him, heart wobbling a little.

“I knew you were gonna get it,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s embarrassed. “So I figured, y’know. Better be ready.”

He opens the box, revealing your favorite pastries. “They almost didn’t have these, but I told the barista my girlfriend just became Director of Gaming and she looked at me like I told her you won an Oscar. So. We got the hookup.”

You just... blink at him, eyes suspiciously glassy. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m romantic,” he says. “There’s a difference.”

He hands you a cupcake and kisses your cheek so sweetly it feels like a promise.

You’re full of sugar and warmth, wrapped in the soft lull of a perfect night. The cupcakes were gone in minutes, and you’re still pretty sure he saved the last bite of yours just so he could offer it to you with that look—the one that says he thinks you hung the damn moon.

Now the two of you are curled up in bed, limbs tangled like ivy. Damien’s shirt is soft against your cheek, worn from a hundred washes and smelling like him—cinnamon, cotton, and whatever clean soap he always uses. One of his hands is tracing lazy shapes against your hip while the other tucks behind his head, eyes on the ceiling, brain still humming.

“You know,” he says after a while, voice lower, quieter in the dark, “I wasn’t lying earlier. About how hot this is.”

You smile into his chest. “Mmm?”

“I’m serious. Like, I always knew you were smart and talented and way too good for me—don’t argue, I’m on a roll—but tonight? Seeing you come home like that? All calm and confident, and then telling me you did it?” His hand moves to your thigh, fingers squeezing gently. “It was hot. Like... deeply, unprofessionally hot.”

You laugh, a soft huff against his collarbone. “You’re a menace.”

“I’m your menace,” he says smugly.

He leans down and kisses your temple, slow and sure. Then another—your cheek, your jaw, your neck. Not rushed, not heavy. Just reverent. Like he’s reminding himself you’re real and here and his.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin between words. “You’re so goddamn capable. And kind. And powerful. You walk into a room and people listen. And somehow you still come home and hold me like this.”

You shift to face him, hand sliding up under his shirt to rest on the warm skin of his side. His breath catches slightly.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N,” he says. “I’d shout it from the rooftops if I didn’t think I’d fall off.”

You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he smiles against it.

“You’re gonna be insufferably successful, aren’t you?” he murmurs.

You smile. “Thinking about breaking up with me already?”

He scoffs. “What? No. I’m thinking about how I’m gonna introduce you in public now. Like, do I say, ‘This is my girlfriend, the director,’ or go full send with ‘This is Y/N, Director of Games at DropoutTV—also my impossibly beautiful girlfriend’? Just so I can brag about you”

You hum, pleased. “Option two has a nice ring to it.”

He grins, eyes flicking down to your lips. “Say the word and I’ll make sure there’s an actual ring to go with it.”

You choke on a laugh, swatting at his chest. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m serious!” he insists, dramatically offended. “You’re brilliant, powerful, devastatingly attractive—I’m barely holding it together as it is. Marrying you would just make it even better.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart is doing somersaults.

He leans in again, his voice lower now. “Just say when, babe. I’ve got ideas.”

[writeforthepeople]

thank you for the love triangle fan fiction !!!! love it sm it scratch my brains soooo good

I am cooking up a new one! Peep below for a early plot preview:

You have been working with 2nd Try for a while now, and have had the chance to collab with some of your favorite channels. Of course, Smosh was one of the best to work with, getting to be on TNTL and even some games content in the past. Nothing could have prepare you though for the opportunity that called. Smosh has asked you to join a 2 week full on improv parody reality dating show. Fit with many members of the smosh cast, think Love Island meets The Perfect Match. There are challenges, recouplings, late nights and a whole lot of drama (on and off camera).

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Smosh Fanfic Requests

Send me some prompts, I am currently writing a very long (like 10+ chapters) Fem!ReaderxDamienxSpencer that is so good but I need a break from it to cure the block I am having on how to finish it out. So give me a prompt for a side fic! Willing to write for -Damien -Spencer -Ian -Anthony

[writeforthepeople]

Smosh Summer Love Triangle Pt.7 - FINALE

Damien Haas x f!Reader / Spencer Agnew x f!Reader Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Drinking, Cussing, kissing

summary: The tension is high in your love triangle and you are faced with confronting it head on.

Masterlist

Before you knew it, you stood at the base of a massive obstacle course set up in an open clearing near the lake. Mud pits, rope walls, balance beams, and a final grueling climb to the finish line stretched before you. Tommy and Shayne were standing at the start line, hyping everyone up.

"Welcome to today's physical nightmare—uh, I mean, challenge!" Shayne announces, grinning.

"This is a test of strength, endurance, and," Tommy adds dramatically, waving his hand, "how much you trust your partner not to drop you on your face."

The crew laughs, but there’s an underlying tension. Everyone’s exhausted from the week. This is one of the hardest challenges yet...and then comes the partner reveal.

You’re paired with Damien.Which after last night both absolutely terrifies and excites you. The two of you didn’t say what it means..if anything. You weren’t sure what Damien wanted and you weren’t sure you know what you wanted either.

You turn to Damien, grinning. "Guess we’re stuck together."

Damien smirks, rolling his shoulders. “I don't mind at all—being stuck with you is exactly where I want to be.”

Spencer’s hands clenched into fists before he could think about reacting.

The air horn blasts, and the teams take off. The first section is a series of rope walls, followed by crawling through the mud, ending with a steep incline that requires teamwork. Spencer’s paired with Courtney, which means he’s forced to watch you and Damien from a distance.

You move together easily... too easily. His hands found yours, interlocking his fingers between yours and helping to guide you. You glanced at him with a smile, not letting go.

Halfway through the course, you trip slightly over the uneven ground, but before you can fully stumble, Damien catches you. His hand slides to your waist, steadying you.

"You okay there?" Damien asks, grinning down at you. You laugh breathlessly, brushing mud off your knee.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m good."

Damien, smirking, not letting go immediately. He smiles looking you in the eyes and you can’t help but notice his quick glance at your lips. You wondered if he was also thinking about your kiss.

Spencer sees everything. His jaw tightens. He looks away, but not before Courtney catches his expression. Standing beside him, she nudges him.

"You look like you're about to combust."

Spencer exhaled sharply. "I’m fine."

Courtney raises a brow. "Uh-huh. Sure you are." Spencer doesn’t respond because he knows she’s right, and he hates that everyone else seems to see it except you.

The final stretch is a massive wooden incline. The only way up? Climbing a rope while your partner pushes you from behind.

You and Damien reach it first.

You grab the rope, bracing yourself. Damien moves behind you, his hands firm on your waist. "Alright, babe, I got you. Climb."

Your focus is shot at the word babe, you stumble falling back into him and causing you both to fall onto the mat. You fell directly on to him but he laughed, “I guess I caught you by surprise with that one?” he asked playfully. You smirk and start pulling yourself up, trusting Damien to push you upward. Spencer, watching from the bottom of the hill. The way Damien’s hands guide you, the way you work so seamlessly together.

And then—

You reach the top. Together. You high-five, laughing and throw your arms around Damien in a quick hug.

Spencer looks away because it hurts more than he wants to admit. He hears a voice behind him

"Have you told her?"

He turned. Courtney’s watching him, her expression sad.

Spencer exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "What’s the point? To get in the way and make things awkward for everyone?" You feel the weight of it all lighten just by being able to talk about it.

Courtney puts a hand on his shoulder, comforting him. "If it were me, I would want to know, to be honest. Even if she isn't interested in you, she should know how you feel," she pauses, "but for what it’s worth, I see your connection. I know that it is obvious that she likes Damien…it doesn’t mean she doesn’t also like you"

He doesn't want to just stand on the sidelines. He doesn't want to just watch… and if he doesn't do something soon…  he knows he will lose you without even trying. He decides he needs to step into a more active role, but first, there’s another mini challenge today.

After cleaning up from the race, the teams gather in the main living space of the lake house for the next event.

"Welcome to our next challenge... TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE!"

The rules are simple: Spencer and Trevor will face off in three rounds. Each round, they’ll give three statements. The opposing team has to guess which one is the lie. Their teams can ask follow-up questions to try and throw them off.

"AND," Tommy adds, grinning, "as an extra bonus—your teammates can interrogate the other side to make this as difficult as possible."

The teams laugh, immediately scheming.

Trevor smirks, cracking his knuckles.

"I’ve never lost this game."

Spencer leans back in his chair, looking surprisingly calm.

"There’s a first time for everything."

You, sitting cross-legged on the couch, tilt your head slightly.

Trevor goes first. His statements:

"I once spent a night in jail because of a prank gone wrong."

"I’ve met Jeff Goldblum in real life."

"I was home-schooled until high school."

Spencer squints, trying to recall everything Trevor has ever said.

Angela jumps in: "Wait, what prank got you arrested?"

Trevor smirks. "It involved a shopping cart, a mannequin, and a very panicked security guard."

Keith asks: "Where’d you meet Jeff Goldblum?"

Trevor answers too quickly: "An airport Starbucks."

Spencer narrows his eyes, hesitates, and finally guesses...

"The Goldblum thing is a lie."

Shayne grins.

"WRONG. He really met Jeff Goldblum. The jail story was fake."

The room erupts into laughter.

Trevor fist-pumps. Spencer sighs, shaking his head.

"I should’ve known. The man is chaotic enough to be arrested, though, right?"

You, still laughing, elbow Damien. "This game’s gonna get messy."

Damien grins. "Oh, it already is."

Now it’s Spencer’s turn. His statements:

"I once got mistaken for an Uber driver and accidentally made twenty bucks before they figured it out."

"I’ve never been on a roller coaster."

"I almost studied marine biology instead of going into production."

Trevor immediately focuses on the Uber story.

"Where was this?"

Spencer smirks. "Downtown LA. A drunk guy just got in my car and handed me a twenty. I drove him two blocks and dropped him off."

Damien leans forward, grinning. "Okay, but… marine biology? You? I don’t buy it."

You raise a brow. "Wait, why marine biology?"

Spencer looks at you, amused. "I like sharks."

You blink. "That’s your reason?"

Spencer just shrugs. Trevor exhales, thinking.

"The Uber thing is a lie."

Shayne grins.

"WRONG. The roller coaster one was a lie. He’s been on plenty."

Trevor stumps Spencer and it’s Spencer’s turn again. His statements:

"I once had a pet turtle named Pickles."

"I once lived with an actor from Degrassi."

"I’ve never had a crush on a coworker."

The room goes completely silent and Trevor narrows his eyes.

"Oh, this is sneaky."

Keith laughs.

"Okay, first of all—Pickles? Really?"

Spencer nods. "Yeah, I was ten. He was my best friend for like two weeks before he disappeared."

Angela chimes in immediately “THAT was your first question Keith?! I want the juicy details on number 3. You’ve never had a crush on a co-worker? Come on.” she shakes her head “not even a little?” she leaned forward

Arasha put her finger out, pointing to Spencer “Didn’t you admit to liking a coworker during truth or dare?” she asked, you now recalling that he did admit to having had a crush.

Spencer was calm, shaking his head “I admitting to having had a crush on someone in that room, there were lots of people there who are not my coworkers” he was right, a lot of others influencers and friends of Ian’s were there.

Damien, noticing your reaction, smirks slightly. He rests his chin on his hand, watching Spencer carefully.

"Okay, okay, but let’s talk about number three." Trevor says, trying to focus. "You’ve been at Smosh for how long?"

Spencer just shrugs. "Long enough."

You suddenly feel warm. Trevor, still thinking, sighs.

"I think the actor is a lie. There is no way you’ve lived with an actor from degrassi and I haven’t heard about it"

Shayne pauses dramatically, looking at Spencer.

Spencer smirks.

"WRONG."

The room loses it.

Damien raises a brow.

"So what you’re saying is..."

Spencer leans back in his chair, completely unreadable. "It’s true… I lived with Munro Chambers when I first moved out here."

Trevor starts laughing. "Oh, you KNOW that is not the story we want."

You don’t know where to look. Spencer’s gaze flickers toward you just for a second.

And that’s when you realize… He did that on purpose.

The night air is cool against your skin as you step outside onto the deck, the distant sounds of laughter and conversation fading as the Smosh crew settles into the bubbling hot tub. After the grueling challenge earlier in the day, everyone’s sore, exhausted, and desperate to unwind.

You dip your toes into the water before sinking in beside Damien, who’s already leaning back, arms draped along the edge in his usual relaxed posture. Across from you, Shayne’s mid-story, something about an old Smosh stunt gone horribly wrong, and you laugh as you listen, completely at ease.

Spencer sits silently next to Shayne, his hands resting on the submerged edge of the tub. His gaze flickers between you and Damien as you banter, the easy way you lean into Damien’s space, how Damien’s smile never fades when he looks at you.

Spencer hasn’t been able to shake the image of you and Damien working together on the obstacle course—the way Damien helped you, the way you trusted him without hesitation. He knows you’re close with Damien, knows you have chemistry, but seeing it unfold in real time, knowing you might already be slipping through his fingers, feels different.

His grip on the edge of the tub tightens slightly as he gets lost in his thoughts, tuning out those around him.

It isn’t until people start heading inside one by one—Shayne and Damien leave first to play Mario Kart, then Keith and Olivia, followed by Courtney—that Spencer realizes you’re the only two left.

The night air is cool, and the soft sounds of the lake and the crew’s lingering laughter fill the background. You stretch your arms over the edge of the tub, letting out a content sigh, the warmth of the water soothing your sore muscles.

"I.. wanted to talk to you about something" Spencer’s voice is low, pulling your attention away from the quiet sounds of the night. His hand rests on the edge of the tub, but it’s clenched a little tighter than usual. You look at him, your pulse quickening as you sense something’s coming.

He takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling as he exhales. For a moment, he doesn’t speak, but his gaze never leaves you. You feel your heart rate pick up as you wait for him to say whatever’s been weighing on him.

"I know there’s something between us, Y/N," Spencer finally says, his voice steady but laced with emotion, more than you’re used to seeing from him. "I’ve seen it. I know you feel it, too." His words hit you unexpectedly, and your chest tightens. "But I also know I’m not the only one. And I know it’s not that simple."

Your breath catches in your throat, but you don’t interrupt. Spencer keeps talking, his voice soft but firm.

"I saw how we were during the Nerf gun game, the way we collided, the way you looked at me. And I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay just watching you and Damien." He’s staring at you now, his gaze intense and searching. "I want to be with you, Y/N. I don’t want to wait for you to figure it out without me in the picture."

You can feel the heat rise in your cheeks, you couldn’t hide yourself from blushing. His words are so raw, so real, that they send a shockwave through you. You’re not sure how to respond, your mind racing, but Spencer doesn’t give you the chance to retreat.

"I need to know, Y/N," he presses, leaning in slightly, his voice quieter now but still powerful. "I need to know if you feel the same. Not just for him, but for me. I need to know that what I am feeling isn’t one sided, that I’m not crazy?" His words hang in the air like a challenge, a demand for the truth. "If I’m wrong…if you’re not willing to explore that feeling..whatever it is, I will let it go and pretend this conversation never happened." h paused, searing  you eyes “but I don’t think that is the case”

You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest. You hm’t admitted it outloud, not even to Anthony, though even Anthony could see it. Your feelings for Spencer have certainly grown. You weren’t sure you were ready for them to be out in the open, if it was ok to admit to them when you just started something with Damien... You swallow hard, trying to push past the lump in your throat.

Spencer doesn’t break eye contact, waiting for your response, his expression calm but tense, as if this is the moment he’s been waiting for.

"I... I have," you finally admit, your voice trembling slightly. "I’ve developed feelings for you, Spencer."

The words come out in a rush, and it feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest. You can’t believe you just said it aloud, but there’s a sense of relief in finally admitting what you’ve been trying to deny.

Spencer’s face softens at your confession, and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything. His eyes search yours, like he’s looking for the truth in them. When he speaks again, his voice is gentle, but there’s a spark of something behind it that wasn’t there before.

"I don’t want to be someone you settle for, Y/N," Spencer says, his voice low but sincere. "But I want you to know that I’m here, and I’m ready to give us a shot. I want to be with you."

You stare at him, your heart racing. You never expected to be in this position, to hear those words from him, to finally admit the feelings you’ve been holding back for so long.

"I didn’t want to say anything before, I saw your feelings for Damien play out and I thought that was it but…the way you looked at me during the nerf fight..I can not get that look out of my head" Spencer adds, a soft smile forming on his lips. "I will be fine if you want to be with Damien but wouldn’t want a miscommunication to stand in our way." he fought back a smile and you couldn’t help but chuckle

“Spencer Agnew..did you just quote Twilight at me?” you asked playfully. He knew exactly how to break up the tension, to tell you what he wanted without making the moment too heavy

"I sure did" he whispered, you smiled feeling the weight of your own confession settle between you. "And I don’t know what comes next, but I’m willing to find out." he stated, his body clearly relaxing, the tension in his body easing as he takes your hand gently. You stay there for a few moments, both of you caught in the quiet aftermath of your confessions, not needing words. The world outside seems distant as everything finally falls into place.

"Worst case scenario, I just made things really awkward, huh?"

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head.

"Things are never awkward with you, Spencer."

For a moment, you just sit there, looking at each other. On impulse, you reach over and squeeze his hand. Spencer’s fingers curl around yours, smiling but not letting go, his thumb rubbing against your hand.

"I’m really glad you told me," you say softly.

Spencer nods.

"Me too."

As you get up to leave, you hesitate. For a split second, you glance back at him. There’s something unreadable in your expression. Something Spencer doesn’t push to decipher, he just lets you go. As you walk inside, your mind races. Spencer’s not just a friend anymore, no matter what you do with that information.

Spencer's confession from the night before lingers in your mind, replaying over and over. The way his voice had been steady but laced with something vulnerable. The way he had put his feelings out there, no hesitation, no games. The way he had looked at you, like he had been waiting for you to truly see him.

You didn’t know what to do. You had spent so much time thinking about Damien, about the way he made you feel alive. But Spencer made you feel safe—not in a boring way, not in a way that you could dismiss. It was a quiet kind of pull, something deeper, something you hadn’t fully acknowledged. And if you were being honest? The idea of losing either of them made your stomach hurt.

Which was why, after breakfast, you pulled Anthony aside.

Anthony was lounging outside, sipping coffee and watching the lake. He raised an eyebrow as you plopped into the chair beside him, looking more stressed than usual.

"That bad?" he asked, taking another sip.

You exhale, rubbing your hands over your face. "I don't know what to do."

Anthony tilts his head, waiting for you to elaborate.

You hesitate, then just say it.

"Spencer told me he likes me."

Anthony doesn’t look surprised. He just nods slowly, as if he had been waiting for this moment. Then, after a beat, he smirks. "Well, it's about time. I was getting worried he had completely chickened out."

You blink. "You knew? Like you actually knew it was something?"

Anthony snorts. "Penny, everyone knew. Somewhere in that brain, you did too."

You groan, slumping in your chair. "God, I feel like an idiot."

Anthony shrugs. "You're not an idiot. But now that you know... what are you going to do about it?" He sets his coffee down, finally giving you his full attention, but you just stare out at the lake.

"Look," he says, his voice even. "They both like you. That much is obvious. But what do you want?"

You falter.

"I don’t know," you repeat, but it feels weaker this time.

Anthony lets out a sigh. "Then figure it out before you string them along too much. You know I love you, but I’ll always be honest with you. It isn’t fair to them."

You wince, knowing he’s right, but his words hurt. You hadn’t meant to be unfair. You hadn’t meant to let things with Damien keep progressing while ignoring what was growing with Spencer. But now that you knew the truth, you had to face it.

"I’ll be real with you," Anthony continues. "Spencer's great. He's steady, he's thoughtful, and he obviously really cares about you."

You wait, sensing a 'but' coming.

And sure enough—

"But I don’t think he’s the one for you."

Your chest tightens.

"Why?" Your voice is quiet.

Anthony leans back in his chair, choosing his words carefully. "Because you need someone who challenges you. Someone who pushes you out of your comfort zone, not just someone who makes you feel safe."

You stay silent, letting his words sink in.

"Look, I’m not saying Spencer isn’t amazing," Anthony continues. "But figure out if you have real feelings for Spencer or if you’re afraid to lose your friend."

You frown, staring out at the lake.

"Promise me you won’t reveal you’re in love with me tonight?" you say jokingly, trying to break up the heaviness.

"Oh please," he laughs. "If I wanted you, I wouldn’t have let you join Smosh."

You think about Anthony’s words for the rest of the day.

The afternoon challenge is Netflix and Chill. It’s a great way to break up the exhausting challenges you’ve been doing. While ultimately your team loses, you find it really fun to hear so much movie knowledge on the cast.

After the game, there’s no more filming for the day, and everyone decides to relax and play some games as a full team. You and Spencer decide to play beer pong with Shayne and Courtney. You’ve always worked well together—Spencer’s sharp focus balancing out your impulsive approach. As luck would have it, you win your round.

You let out a victorious laugh and high-five Spencer. He keeps a hold of your hand, and as you lower them, he smiles and leans in slightly, his voice low and teasing just for you.

"Guess you’re not the only one who likes to win."

You freeze for half a second, the confidence in his tone. The way he holds your gaze without backing down.

This is new. This is Spencer, but different. Before you can fully process it, as you glance across the field, your stomach twists because for the first time, Damien looks unsettled.

Still holding Spencer’s hand, you can’t ignore the shift.

You start unconsciously seeking Spencer out more that day. Brushing shoulders when you stand next to each other. Letting your hand linger a second longer when you pass things back and forth. Leaning in slightly when he speaks, just enough to make it feel more intimate.

And Spencer leans into it. He meets you halfway, picking up on every unspoken signal. He lets his fingers brush against yours just a little longer while you play cards in the dining room. He makes more teasing comments, more confident than before. You’re not sure if you’re doing it to explore something real... or if you are seeking something real.

Damien notices the shift immediately. You’re still playful with him, still close, but something’s different. You’re not just gravitating toward him anymore, and Spencer’s no longer hesitating. For the first time, Damien’s not sure. He hadn’t doubted himself before.

Now, he’s starting to wonder if you’re second-guessing everything. That night, as he sits outside, staring at the lake, Shayne joins him. Damien doesn’t say anything at first until finally, he mutters, half to himself, half to Shayne.

"I don’t want to be in a competition for her."

He still stares out at the lake, not looking at Shayne. Shayne, always one to see through bullshit, shrugs.

"Then don’t be."

Damien exhales sharply, shaking his head. "Easier said than done."

Shayne eyes him carefully. "You don’t need to fight for her. If she wants to be with you, it should be because it’s real. Not because you tried harder than someone else." Damien stays silent. He knows Shayne’s right, but it doesn’t make it any easier to watch. "You’ve at least told her, right?"

"We kissed," Damien couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face, but it’s followed by confusion when Shayne shakes his head.

"But did you TELL her?" Damien’s eyebrows furrow. "I feel like kissing her said a lot," he quips.

"Damien, you aren’t that stupid," Shayne says with a chuckle. "Sure, she knows you’re interested. Did you tell her what you want though? Like... an actual relationship?" It hits Damien then. "I guess I didn’t," he looks back out at the lake.

The room is alive with energy as the Smosh crew gathers around the karaoke machine, unwinding after their final day of filming. Costumes are long abandoned, team colors replaced with sweatpants and socks, drinks in hand, voices hoarse from laughter and shouting. It’s finally the end, and everyone’s ready to just relax.

You sit on the armrest of the couch, cradling a half-empty glass of something cold and sweet, your smile worn but real. That’s when Damien steps up to the mic.

"Alright, you beautiful nerds," he grins, scrolling through the karaoke queue. "Let’s wake the room back up."

The opening riff of "You Make My Dreams" by Hall & Oates kicks in, and the room erupts—Keith and Tommy hollering in support, Courtney jumping up to dance.

"What I want, you’ve got, and it might be hard to handle / But like a flame that burns the candle, the candle feeds the flame..."

You’re frozen in place, watching him.

He sings with his whole body—goofy dance moves, over-the-top finger guns, a wink thrown in your direction that makes your cheeks flush before you even realize you’re blushing.

You laugh, like everyone else—but it hits different. The way Damien’s voice rasps just a little on the high notes. The way he grins at everyone, but his eyes keep circling back to you. The way he looks so damn happy just being himself.

And in that moment... you see it.

It’s him. It always was, and deep down, you knew that. You didn’t even notice the way you were leaning forward, or how your smile had softened, until someone else did.

Across the room, Spencer sees it all.

He’s mid-conversation with Angela when he glances over—just in time to catch the way your eyes light up at Damien, and he knows. Maybe before you did. It hits him quietly, not like a slap, but like a sigh because he can feel your spark. He knows it means something, but it isn’t this.

For the first time in weeks, Spencer lets go. As Damien’s song ends and the room erupts in cheers, Trevor steps up to the mic, scanning the room.

"This one’s for the romantics," he says, smiling as the soft strum of "Yellow" by Coldplay fills the air. Spencer crosses the room, gently tapping your shoulder.

You turn, surprised. "Dance with me?" he asks.

Your brows furrow slightly in confusion at his less than happy demeanor, but you nod. He leads you out into the middle of the room. You dance while others watch quietly or dance in pairs of their own.

Trevor’s voice floats through the air: "Look at the stars / Look how they shine for you..."

You look up at Spencer. He isn’t smiling like usual, he just... looks at peace. Then he leans in, voice low, gentle, right beside your ear.

"You want to be with Damien."

Your breath catches.

Spencer pulls back slightly, enough to look you in the eyes.

"It’s okay. I knew before you did." he starts, "If I’m honest, I knew the entire time. I just... I wanted to believe that if I tried hard enough, you’d see me the way you see him, but it shouldn’t be work." he admits, for the first time, even to himself.

Your lips part, but no words come. Just a slow, guilty nod.

He smiles, maybe a bit forced. "You don’t have to say it. I just... I needed you to know I get it. And I want you to be happy." Tears sting at the corner of your eyes—not from sadness, but from the unbearable kindness in his voice.

You wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly, forehead resting on his shoulder.

"Thank you," you whisper.

He holds you for a second longer before letting you go, taking a step back with that soft, quiet smile. You turn slowly. Damien’s standing at the edge of the room, watching. He’s seen it all—your dance with Spencer, the hug, the quiet way you’d let each other go.

But he doesn’t look jealous. He looks like someone holding his breath. You take a few steps toward him.

The song has ended. The next one starts—"Thinking Out Loud" by Ed Sheeran being sung by Angela. A slow, romantic beat drifts into the room.

Damien meets you halfway. Neither of you says anything. He simply reaches out his hand, palm up.

You place yours in his. His smile turns boyish, unguarded, soft.

And as the first lyric plays—"When your legs don’t work like they used to before..."—you kiss.

Unbothered by the silence around you, the tension is broken with Anthony piping up, "FINALLY!" He raises a glass, a few looking to Spencer who raises his own glass.

"I’M THINKING OUT LOUD," he starts, singing along with Angela, and the rest join in.

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Smosh Summer Love Triangle Pt.6

Damien Haas x f!Reader / Spencer Agnew x f!Reader Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Drinking, Cussing, kissing

summary: You dive into a few different games challenges, some wins and some punishments push you closer to both Damien and Spencer. Masterlist

The second morning of Smosh Summer Games: Game Show Edition started with exactly as you expected, insane. The crew gathered at an open field near the lake, where Tommy and Shayne stood dramatically beside a series of obstacles.

Lined up on tables were water balloons, buckets of slime, and an unreasonable amount of paint.

A giant inflatable slide sat at the end of the course.

"Welcome to...THE MESSY RELAY RACE!" Tommy announced into his fake microphone.

The teams groaned and cheered at the same time.

Shayne: "This game will test your speed, agility, and most importantly—your ability to survive absolute smosh nonsense."

Tommy: "Each team must get through the obstacles, pass a ridiculous challenge, and tag in the next person. First team to finish wins!"

Shayne: "Oh, and did we mention—if you get hit with a paint balloon at any point? You have to redo your section."

Courtney shook her head standing next to you. “This is gonna end in disaster.”

Keith laughed on the other side of her "I’m actually excited."

The game kicked off and despite your fear of embarrassment you locked in.

Damien nearly slipped on slime but recovered, Trevor got completely pelted with balloons. Angela and Chanse had to crawl under a net covered in goo. Then, it was your turn.

You had to run through an inflatable maze while dodging paint balloons. Ian lobbed a balloon at Spencer, who dodged it with an unnecessary but impressive spin.

You sprinted ahead, Spencer right behind you.

Just before the finish line, you grabbed Spencers wrist, attempting to pull ahead just as a balloon whizzed past you, hitting Spencer and allowing you to take the lead. With that, you won your round.

You looked to Spencer and he was smiling, he grabbed your wrist and held it up as your team cheered. “Sneaky trick there Y/N” he said with a chuckle and you smiled back “What can I say, I do what it takes to win” you playfully shrugged. Shayne is completing the outro while you and Spencer walk over to grab towels and clean off some of the slime. Spencer cracked a joke as you tried to wipe off some of the slime and paint. As you did, more slime from your hair fell onto your face and he started to laugh, reaching out to wipe it off for you. It was an instant spark the moment his fingers touched your face, while the moment was intimate, and you two had silly moments like this in the past, the recent changes in the way you’ve seen Spencer made it feel intimate. You blushed and Spencer couldn’t hide his smile before Alex ran up “Lets get a moment of Y/N celebrating with the team!” and the moment was over.

"Feeling the competition yet?" Anthony muttered to Damien as they watched you sprint back over to the team.

Damien just shrugged

"Not worried."

Anthony didn't believe that for a second.

Later that day

Shayne, wearing a ridiculous game show blazer, stood at a makeshift podium. The blazer reminded you of Damiens “How much in the world is it does it cost” show outfit and you couldn’t help but giggle.

"Welcome to our next game... SMOSH FAMILY FEUD!"

The crowd cheered (and groaned, knowing chaos was ahead).

Each team would answer Smosh-related survey questions, with answers based on fan polls taken ahead of time. If a team missed too many, they faced a sabotage round. And, of course, Tommy and Shayne had inserted some ridiculous wildcard answers just to mess with them.

You and Spencer stepped up to the podium.

Shayne: "According to the crew, what is the most iconic Smosh sketch of all time?"

You hit the buzzer first.

"FOOD BATTLE!"

Ding! Correct. You smirked at Spencer. Spencer, amused, just shook his head.

When asked "Who is the most chaotic Smosh cast member?", Damien nudged you.

"It's you."

You laughed, shoving him. But Angela answered first.

"Keith."

Ding! That is number 5.

Next, Noah and Olivia faced off.

The question:

"What's the worst challenge Smosh Games has ever done?"

Noah didn't hesitate. "Anything with hot sauce."

Anthony and Ian stepped up for the final round.

The question:

"If Smosh cast members were trapped on a deserted island, who would survive the longest?"

Ian hit the buzzer first.

"Me."

Buzzer noise – WRONG.

Anthony smirked.

"Shayne."

Ding! That is the top answer.

Your team exploded into cheers, hugging and high-fiving. Damien immediately grabbed your hand, raising it in the air.

"MVP right here!"

You beamed, still riding the energy from your win. Meanwhile, Spencer exhaled, pushing a hand through his hair.

Filming of the punishment

Tommy and Shayne revealed a row of cream pies, lined up on a table. Some pies were harmless whipped cream. Some had a surprise hidden inside.

"Introducing... PIE FACE ROULETTE!" Tommy announced, grinning.

Shayne smirked.

"Each loser must take a pie to the face. But beware... some of them contain mystery fillings."

The losing team groaned.

Amanda facepalmed. "This is so stupid."

Courtney sighed. "Let's just get it over with."

Each member of the losing team stepped up, picking a pie.

Keith was first – harmless whipped cream.

Amanda – also lucky, just cream.

Chanse – SMACKED with a pie full of mustard. He gagged immediately. "THIS IS A CRIME!"

Courtney – hers had hot sauce mixed in.

"I'M GONNA FIGHT SOMEONE."

Noah – got a pie full of sprinkles. "This is actually kinda nice."

And then...It was Spencer's turn.

He picked up his pie, glancing at you.

You were still laughing from Chanse's mustard disaster.

You caught Spencer's eye and grinned. Spencer sighed. "Just get it over with."

SPLAT.

The moment the pie hit his face... he knew something was off. He could feel the texture of something chunky. He wiped his eyes, revealing mashed potatoes underneath the whipped cream. The crew LOST IT. You were crying from laughter. Damien pointed at Spencer, howling.

"Oh my god, it looks like you just lost a food fight with an old grandma."

Spencer, deadpan, wiped mashed potatoes off his cheek.

He locked eyes with you.

You were still giggling uncontrollably, and for some stupid reason, even covered in mashed potatoes, Spencer felt happy watching you smile. You caught your breath, shaking your head.

"Okay. That was worth the win."

Spencer, still deadpan, sighed. "Glad I could entertain you."

As the crew dispersed for the night, you found yourself feeling ready to settle in for the night. As you headed inside, still smiling from the day, Spencer watched you go—And knew he needed to figure out what to do next. 

The morning started with the crew gathered at the obstacle course, a winding mess of hurdles, ropes, balance beams, and giant foam blocks. Tommy and Shayne, still in full game show host mode, stood at the starting line, hyped up and ready to cause chaos.

"Today's duel is a battle of trust, instincts, and pure dumb luck!" Tommy announced, grinning.

"The rules are simple," Shayne explained. "One player from each team will be blindfolded and guided by your teammates through this obstacle course. First one to reach the end wins!"

"Captains, pick your players!"

Anthony immediately nominated you. "You talk a big game, go out there and prove it," he smiled at you.

"Oh, I hate you all," you responded, walking up to the plate with your team cheering. You then saw Spencer walking towards you.

You rolled your eyes.

"Why do I feel like this was designed specifically to embarrass me?"

Spencer chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

You smirked. "That would imply you have the chance to win."

The teams roared at the challenge being thrown. With blindfolds secured, you and Spencer stood at the starting line, your teammates yelling directions.

"Three... two... one... GO!"

The race was pure chaos.

Spencer tripped immediately.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

Courtney cackled: "Your foot. Move it."

You, moving too confidently, ran straight into a foam pillar.

"I HATE THIS!"

Angela, crying from laughter: "Go LEFT! NO, YOUR OTHER LEFT!"

As you navigated rope walls and crawling tunnels, Spencer slowly gained the upper hand.

He listened to his team more carefully. He was smoother on the balance sections. The final stretch? A tricky beam walk.

You rushed too fast and lost balance. Spencer, moving steadily, crossed the finish line first.

Buzzer sounds.

"AND THE WINNER IS... SPENCER!" Tommy declared.

The crew cheered and groaned, while you ripped off your blindfold, scowling playfully.

"So what's my punishment?" you asked, hands on your hips.

Shayne grinned. "Oh, your whole team is being punished, really."

Shayne and Tommy stood in front of the crowd, amped to explain the mini challenge/punishment.

"Ok! We are back to punish some LOSERS," Shayne yelled, grinning ear to ear.

"That's right, we are here to make the losers' lives even more difficult tonight, okay? Let's get into it," Tommy used his best hosting voice. As they went on to explain the neft hunt that was about to take place, the losing team being hunted by the winners.

The air was thick with adrenaline as the Nerf shootout continued, fear unfolding around you like a game of cat and mouse. You had managed to avoid being hit for a while, but the time was running out, and your position was becoming more dangerous.

You’d found temporary refuge behind a stack of crates, panting heavily, when you saw Amanda's figure moving toward your hiding spot. She had that look in her eye, and you could already tell she was about to target you.

Just as you were about to make a run for it, Damien appeared out of nowhere, practically diving between you and Amanda’s line of fire. He shoved you back just in time, his body taking the brunt of the hit against the rubber obstacle wall behind you as Amanda’s Nerf dart flew past you both.

"Damien!" you gasped, surprised by his sudden intervention.

He gave you a grin, that playful smirk still firmly in place. "I’ve got you covered."

You stood there for a moment, caught in the tension of his protective gesture. Damien’s close proximity—his body shielding yours—sent a jolt of heat through your chest. Your eyes met, and for a heartbeat, you both stood still, not just out of breath but caught in something unspoken.

Spencer, from across the field, saw the entire thing unfold. His eyes narrowed as he watched Damien’s hands rest briefly on your shoulders to steady you, his gaze never leaving you. Spencer’s jaw tightened, his posture stiffening as a flare of something darker shot through him. Jealousy. It was unmistakable.

Without a word, Spencer’s focus shifted. He crouched low, moving through the obstacles like a predator, his eyes never leaving Damien’s back. He was intent on one thing now.

You didn’t notice Spencer’s approach at first. You were still lost in the moment with Damien, too aware of how close you two were standing. But then, just as you were about to move away from the crates and back into the game, you heard a voice behind you.

"Nice try, Damien."

You spun around to find Spencer sneaking up, his Nerf gun raised. There was a fire in his eyes, a sharp edge to his voice that he couldn’t quite mask. "But you underestimated me."

Before Damien could react, Spencer fired, hitting him square in the chest. Damien let out a dramatic grunt, stumbling backward slightly. Spencer, smirking with self-satisfaction, looked at Damien and added, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you end peacefully.”

Damien shot Spencer a mock glare, shaking his head. “I must die with honor” he joked in his british accent

In the midst of it all, you stood frozen, still processing what had just happened. The tension in the air was thick now, Spencer’s jealousy making his actions sharper, while Damien’s teasing smile remained intact, his posture relaxed despite being shot.

Spencer didn’t give you much time to react. He barely glanced in your direction “Until we meet again” he winked as he turned and started after Arasha, his focus shifting to the next target. But you couldn’t help the heat that crept into your cheeks. Spencer's sharp move had left its mark on you.

You laughed nervously, trying to shake off the unexpected rush of emotions that came with Spencer’s actions, but you took off as Damien walked off to join the others who have gotten out. You turned a corner, and just as you went to hide behind another stack of crates, you collided with Spencer, your bodies crashing together. The impact sent both of you stumbling backward into the obstacle, momentarily trapped between the crate and the wall.

You froze, both of you standing close, face-to-face, Spencer’s Nerf gun had been knocked out of his hands, but he didn’t move to grab it right away. His breath hitched slightly, as you found yourself looking up at him, your heart racing, too close for comfort. Spencer’s gaze softened for a moment, his usual competitive edge momentarily dimming. He smiled down at you, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Well, that’s one way to get my attention.”

You swallowed, trying to keep your composure, but the closeness, the way he was looking at you... it was almost too much. You forced a smirk, trying to brush it off. “You would like that wouldn’t you?”

His smile grew, the playful tension between you two undeniable. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against your cheek, and for a moment, everything felt too intense waiting for him to say something but before you could respond, a familiar voice broke through the charged air.

"Y/N!" Amanda’s voice rang out, followed by the unmistakable sound of a Nerf dart whistling through the air. In a blur, Amanda rounded the corner, gun aimed directly at you.

“Oh no you don’t!” you heard Spencer mutter, but before you could even think, Amanda fired. The dart hit you square in the chest.

You gasped in surprise, stumbling back, and Spencer, without missing a beat, stepped back, his hands on your shoulders, steadying you. You quickly turned your head to see Spencer already moving away to take on his next target, his attention back on the game, but something lingered between you two. You watched him go, trying to catch your breath, still feeling the heat from your collision with him. It wasn’t just the game anymore.

The next day

The Smosh crew stood on the dock, gazing out at the floating platforms and inflatable obstacles set up in the lake. Buckets of water balloons sat on either side. The objective? Hit your opponents into the water while dodging being hit yourself.

Shayne, wearing ridiculously large sunglasses, lifted a megaphone. "Welcome to today's ultimate showdown...THE WATER BATTLE CHALLENGE!"

Angela cracked her knuckles. "I've been waiting for this." Keith grinned. "Time to settle some scores." Spencer adjusted his grip on a water balloon, scanning the field with precision. 

"Simple rules," Tommy continued. "Your goal is to hit the other team while staying afloat. If you fall in BUT WERE NOT HIT, you must try to climb back onto the float to continue. Last team standing wins!"

The moment the air horn blasted, it was pure war. Trevor got dunked instantly. Amanda sacrificed herself just to take down Olivia and then there was you and Damien. You grabbed a water balloon, aiming at Spencer—

Spencer dodged at the last second. Damien tried to knock Chanse off his float, but slipped— You laughed and caught his arm before he fell but just as you were helping him—You were hit! Ian cheered, "It's every man for himself, Y/N!" he yelled. You gasped as you tumbled into the lake, pulling Damien with you.

You resurfaced together, sputtering and laughing. Damien ran a hand through his soaked hair, grinning. You smiled at him, and for the first time, admitted to yourself this was absolutely more than a crush. The way he smiled, the way he moved his hair, the way he made even losing feel good.

 "I knew teaming up with you was a mistake." You laughed, shoving him playfully. Damien raised a brow. "That's rich, coming from the person who just pulled me down with her." He grinned wide. "Now let me go avenge you," he said laughing, getting back on the float while you swam to the dock.

Meanwhile, Spencer was watching. He had seen you and Damien fall into the water together. Had seen the way you laughed and without really thinking, he made a decision. He turned to Ian, smirking. "Let's get Damien." Ian grinned, immediately on board. The two of them launched a sneak attack— Spencer threw a perfectly aimed water balloon. Ian followed up by pushing an inflatable raft directly at Damien's legs.

SPLASH.

Damien went down. As he resurfaced, wiping water from his face, he looked directly at Spencer. There was a moment of understanding. Damien smirked slightly. "That was personal." Spencer, expression neutral, simply shrugged. "Just playing the game."

From the dock, Anthony watched all of this unfold. He leaned over to you, nudging you. "Your boy's getting competitive." You, still catching your breath, glanced at Spencer. You expected him to be laughing, but his expression was unreadable. "Interesting that you just looked to Spencer," he said in a hushed voice, and for some reason... that made you uneasy... maybe Anthony was right?

When the challenge finally ended, your team won. Trevor declared victory despite being dunked in the first five minutes. You grabbed a towel, drying off. As you glanced toward the dock, your gaze landed on Spencer. He wasn't laughing. He wasn't joining in the post-game teasing. Instead, he quietly walked away, heading back toward the cabin, and it made you feel something was off.

After dinner, the crew gathered in the common area, winding down from the day's chaos. Laughter filled the space. Anthony and Ian were arguing over which Smosh sketch was the best. Trevor was dramatically retelling how he 'sacrificed himself for the team.' You, however, weren't fully present. You kept glancing around... searching. And then you realized. Spencer wasn't here. He had disappeared. He had been distant all day, and you just had a feeling it was all your fault.

Angela glanced at you. "Where are you headed?" You hesitated. "Just... gonna check on something." You knocked lightly on his door. After a moment, it opened.

Spencer stood there, looking surprised to see you. His hair was damp from a shower. His expression was neutral, but there was something guarded about it. "Hey," you said softly. "Everything okay? You kind of just disappeared." Spencer hesitated, running a hand through his hair, mirroring the moment you had earlier with Damien. You had to shake the thought from your mind and focus on anything but their parallels. 

"Yeah. Just... a lot on my mind. Needed to step away for a bit." You tilted your head, sensing that wasn't the full truth. There was an unspoken weight between you. Something unaddressed, but Spencer wasn't giving anything away.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" you didn't mean for it to come off as pushy as it had. “Did I–uh–do something?” you finally asked, looking down as to not make eye contact with him. He slightly bit his lip and shook his head "I just-” he started but stopped himself “You didn’t do anything Y/N” he finally said with a shrug.

After a beat, you nodded. "Okay... well, I'll leave you to it."

Spencer offered a small, forced smile. You lingered for half a second longer before turning away as you walked down the hallway. As you descended the stairs, you nearly collided with Damien coming up. His usual smirk was there, but softer. His eyes flickered toward Spencer's door behind you, the room he shared with Spencer... one he did not want to deal with being in right now. You noticed—but he didn't say anything.

"Hey," Damien said casually. "I was just coming to check on you." You blinked. "Yeah! I was just checking on Spencer. He seemed kind of off, but I guess he isn't feeling well." Damien nodded slowly, something odd in his expression. He knew exactly why Spencer was acting off, but he wasn't about to say it and neither were you. Instead, he shrugged.

"Well, I was about to go for a swim. You wanna join?" You, grateful for the distraction, nodded. "Sure. I'll meet you there in five?"

Damien grinned. "Don't keep me waiting." 

In the cool night air, you stepped into the pool, water lapping against your skin. Damien floated lazily, watching you. "Took you long enough." Damien splashed you immediately, smirking. You gasped and retaliated, sending a wave his way. You chased each other around the pool, laughing, brushing shoulders, your hands skimming in the water.

At one point, you tried to swim away, but Damien caught your wrist, pulling you closer.  "Where do you think you're going?"

You pretended to fight back, but you were both grinning, and he pulled you closer to him. Your laughter faded slightly as you realized how close you were. You felt the warmth of his skin despite the cool water. The playfulness died down into something heavier. You noticed how Damien's fingers lingered on your wrist lightly. The air between you changed. Damien watched you, his usual smirk gone—his expression more that of... contemplation.

You felt your heart pounding.

"You're staring," you teased, trying to break the tension.

Damien's lips curved slightly. "Can you blame me?"

You blushed and looked down, but Damien reached out, gently tilting your chin back toward him. "You're allowed to want something, Y/N." You didn't think—you just reacted. You leaned in, water rippling around you as your lips met his. The kiss started slow, testing, but the moment he realized you weren't pulling away, Damien deepened it. His hand slid to your waist, drawing you closer. Your fingers curled into his hair, electricity sparking down your spine.

The world fell away—it's just the warmth of his lips, the night air, and the water surrounding you. After a moment, you broke apart, slightly breathless. Damien rested his forehead against yours, grinning.

You let out a quiet laugh, your heart racing. "Not what I expected from a night swim," you murmured. Damien chuckled. "I don't think either of us expected this."

His thumb brushed your cheek lightly before he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. You knew you should feel conflicted—but in this moment, you didn't. For once, you weren't overthinking. You were just feeling.

You were still spinning from the night before as you got ready for the day. Damien had walked you back to your room without anymore noticing, but you didn't really talk about what your kiss meant—if anything.

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Summer Love Triangle Pt.5

Damien Haas x f!Reader / Spencer Agnew x f!Reader Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Drinking, Cussing

summary: You have a movie night with the smosh cast, where you share a small fluttering moment with Spencer. The next day you are teamed up for your first Smosh Summer Games challenge. Masterlist

After hauling your bags inside, the Smosh crew gathered in the main living space of the cabin. The cabin itself was massive, with multiple rooms, a large common area, and an open kitchen. Tommy and Shayne were already yelling about who got the best bed, while Angela and Courtney inspected the kitchen, declaring it their domain for the week. Ian clapped his hands together.

"Alright, before things descend into chaos, let's assign rooms."

After some light arguing, deal-making, and general Smosh-style madness, the room assignments were finalized:

Room Assignments:

Room 1: Ian & Anthony

Room 2: Shayne & Courtney (since they're together)

Room 3: Amanda, Arasha, & Angela

Room 4: Noah, Keith, & Tommy

Room 5: Trevor & Chanse

Room 6: Spencer & Damien

Room 7: You & Olivia

Final Rule: No trading unless someone snores too loudly.

Damien nudged Spencer with a smile, "Guess we're roommates, buddy." Spencer just exhaled, glancing toward you before nodding.

After settling in, the crew piled into the common area for a classic Smosh tradition: Movie Night. You plopped onto the couch, ready to unwind. Damien, of course, slid in beside you. Spencer hesitated for a second before sitting on your other side. Anthony, already catching on, smirked to himself.

"Alright, what are we watching?" Courtney asked. Shayne immediately suggested something silly.

"Paul Blart 2."

Noah groaned. "No. Absolutely not."

Angela scrolled through the options.

"How about something scary?"

The group eventually settled on a horror movie. As the opening credits rolled, Damien leaned in slightly.

"You don't strike me as the type to get scared," he said. You arched a brow. "I don't." Damien smirked in response "We'll see."

Spencer was quiet but listening as he glanced at you. 

You playfully shoved Damien. He chuckled, shooting you a look. "Okay, but when you inevitably scream, I expect a full apology." You rolled your eyes, but Spencer noticed something. The way Damien naturally drew you in. The way you responded so easily. He looked away, jaw tightening slightly.

About halfway through the movie, Tommy paused the film for a snack break. "Alright, time for an intermission! If we're suffering through horror, I need popcorn."

Damien stood up, stretching. "I got it. Anyone want drinks?"

You absentmindedly nodded. "Just grab me whatever."

As Damien disappeared into the kitchen, you leaned back into the couch, pulling your knees up. Spencer, still sitting beside you, suddenly nudged you lightly. "Here. Thought you'd like this." You turned to see him holding out his phone, a YouTube video paused on the screen. "What is it?" you asked, looking over to his phone. Spencer smirked slightly. "Just watch." You leaned over to see the phone.

A compilation of ridiculous, failed horror movie jump scares played out. You snorted immediately. "Oh my god, this is terrible."

Spencer grinned. "Figured it might make the real movie less terrifying." You chuckled, relaxing slightly. As you leaned in to keep watching, your shoulders brushed. Neither of you moved away. The contact lingered—small, but noticeable. You weren't really thinking about it until you turned your head slightly—and caught Spencer already looking at you.

His expression was... softer than usual. Like he was seeing something he hadn't before. You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could—

"What are we watching?" Damien had returned, two drinks in hand. The moment shattered. You quickly sat up, feeling a weird form of embarrassment that you quickly shook away. "Just a compilation video that Spencer found."

Damien raised a brow but let it go, handing you a drink. "Alright, break's over. Time to see if you're actually fearless."

You rolled your eyes, but as the movie resumed, your mind kept drifting back to that moment with Spencer. Not long after, the first major jump scare hit. The music swelled. The tension built. And then—a horrifying figure lunged at the screen.

You jumped slightly, your hand instinctively gripping Damien's arm. Damien froze for half a second before smirking.

"Scared? I thought you were so tough."

You, recovering quickly and scoffed. "I am tough."

But you didn't immediately let go. Your hand lingered just a second too long. Just long enough for Damien to flex slightly, clearly enjoying himself.

Spencer, from your other side, shifted in his seat. He didn't say anything, but you felt him move slightly away. And something about that made you finally let go.

As the credits rolled, the group started dispersing. You stretched, laughing about the film with Damien.

Spencer stood up quietly, heading toward the kitchen. Anthony, noticing, following him. In the kitchen, Spencer poured himself a glass of water, lost in thought. Anthony leaned against the counter.

"The longer you wait, the closer they're gonna get."

Spencer looked up, surprised. Anthony saw right through him. And for once, Spencer had no quick response.

"She deserves to know how you feel."

Spencer hesitated. Did she? Would it even change anything?

Anthony patted his shoulder before walking out.

As you headed toward your room, you felt... off. Something about tonight had shifted. Damien's flirting was expected. But Spencer's quiet reaction? That was new. You shook the thought away, not wanting to overanalyze it. Little did you know, Spencer was wide awake in the next room, thinking the exact same thing.

The morning sun glowed over the lake house as the crew gathered outside. Tommy and Shayne, fully leaning into their game show host personas, stood on a raised platform. A large spinning wheel (that absolutely did not need to be there) sat between them. Banners flapped in the breeze, revealing the official team names:

Team Wheel of Misfortune – Captained by Anthony

Team Deal or No DARE – Captained by Ian

The group groaned and laughed at the ridiculous names.

Ian adjusted his imaginary bowtie. "Listen, I take my game shows very seriously."

Anthony smirked, arms crossed.

"Hope you're ready to lose, Padilla."

"Alright, folks!" Shayne announced. "This is a classic SCHOOLYARD PICK."

One by one, Anthony and Ian chose their team members. Groans and cheers filled the air as picks were made.

The Final Teams:

Team Wheel of Misfortune (Anthony's Team)

You

Olivia

Angela

Damien

Trevor

Arasha

Team Deal or No DARE (Ian's Team)

Spencer

Courtney

Chanse

Amanda

Noah

Keith

When Anthony called your name, you pumped your fist.

"Let's do this."

Damien, called soon after, immediately threw an arm around your shoulders.

"Look at that. We're teammates after all."

From the other team, Spencer exhaled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Ian patted Spencer's shoulder. "Don't worry, buddy. We'll crush 'em."

With the teams set, the real chaos began. Tommy, now holding a microphone that wasn't actually plugged in, hyped up the crowd.

"Alright, welcome to...SCAVENGER HUNT SHOWDOWN!"

The crew cheered, some still groggy from the night before. "Here's how it works," Shayne continued. "Each team gets a list of items hidden around the lake house and surrounding area. Some items are easy, some are not. Each one is worth a different number of points."

"And," Tommy added dramatically, "some items come with BONUS GAME SHOW CHALLENGES!"

The teams groaned. They knew that meant chaos or punishments.

"You have exactly two hours to collect as much as possible. The team with the most points at the end wins!" Angela raised a hand. "What do we win?"

Tommy grinned. "A team point AND the satisfaction of knowing you're better than your friends."

Keith: "That's all I need."

Shayne: "Oh, and the losing team? Punishment round. But we'll get to that later."

The air shifted immediately. No one wanted to be on the losing team. The teams huddled up, scanning their massive scavenger hunt list.

Some items were normal:

An old Smosh prop

A feather A balloon animal the crew has hidden

Some were downright ridiculous:

A pair of underwear (not your own teams)

Something that makes sound but shouldn't

A live frog (???) A rock shaped like an animal

You, staring at the list:

"Who writes these?"

Tommy, proudly: "Me!. You're welcome."

The teams quickly split up. You ended up paired with Damien.  As you both started toward the wooded area behind the house, Damien nudged you playfully.

"We're gonna dominate this."

You laughed. "Big talk. Are you sure you can keep up?"

Damien grinned. "I'm the fastest one here. Don't slow me down."

The woods were dense, sunlight peeking through the trees.

You scanned the list. "Okay, we need something that used to belong to Smosh but isn't in use anymore."

Damien smirked. "So... half the stuff we brought?"

You laughed. "Good point."

You both searched through old storage sheds, under tree stumps, anywhere a 'forgotten Smosh relic' could be.

And then—you found it.

A dusty old trunk, half-hidden behind a stack of unused production crates.

Inside? Ridiculous Smosh props from old videos. A broken wig stand. A fake severed hand. A giant 'Game Bang' banner covered in dust.

Damien pulled out the hand dramatically. "You've officially made it, Rookie. Welcome to Smosh history."

You laughed, brushing dust off the banner.

"Alright, let's keep moving."

The scavenger hunt was starting to feel like a full-on expedition. The woods behind the cabin were dense, but with the team working together, you figured you’d knock this out in no time. Damien kept up a stream of banter as you both tried to find one of the more ridiculous items on the list. But as you rounded a corner, you caught sight of Spencer. He was kneeling on the ground, helping Chanse untangle something from a tree branch. His brow furrowed in concentration as he worked with precision. You could tell he wasn’t frustrated at all—just focused and determined to help, even though the task was insignificant in the grand scheme of the game.

It was the way Spencer’s expression softened while helping Chanse that struck you. His eyes, usually guarded, were unguarded for a moment, and it made your heart do this little flip in your chest and a smile appear across your face without your permission. You had never really noticed how... kind he could be in these little, unnoticed moments.

Before you could overthink it, you heard Amanda’s voice from behind you.

“God, Spencer is just... ridiculously attractive, right?” Amanda said, eyeing him from a distance with an exaggerated look of appreciation. “He’s like one of those guys who doesn’t even try, but you still can’t look away.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the comment. Your mouth went dry for a second, and without really thinking, you nodded, almost too quickly.

“Yeah... I guess he really is.” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and it felt like your heart skipped a beat.

You immediately looked away, mentally kicking yourself. Why did you just say that? You couldn’t possibly be agreeing with Amanda, could you? But... the thing was, Spencer’s quiet thoughtfulness did make him... incredibly attractive in a way that you hadn’t fully processed before.

Damien, who had been a few steps behind you, must’ve caught the tail end of your comment because he immediately raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh, you think Spencer’s attractive, huh?” he teased, nudging you lightly with his elbow. “Guess I’m not the only one with good taste.”

You shot him a quick look, your face flushing. “I—what? No” You stammered, caught off guard.

Amanda, sensing the opening, took the opportunity to tease you. “Oh, come on, Y/N. Admit it! He’s got that whole ‘quiet, thoughtful, brooding’ thing going on. I can’t blame you. Plus, I swear he’s got that kind of... under-the-radar charm.”

You swallowed, feeling more flustered by the second. The teasing didn’t feel malicious, but the fact that Amanda was right... you did find Spencer’s quiet moments a little magnetic now that you thought about it. He was just so different when on camera that his true self always caught you a little.

Damien watched you closely, his smirk forced at this point. You had always known Spencer was good-looking, but this... this was something else. The way Amanda had said it—it felt so true. And now, that realization was stuck in your head, mixing with the residual guilt over the way Damien always made your heart race. You felt conflicted—so conflicted—and you knew it wasn’t going to get any easier.

Damien noticed your shift in energy, and his teasing slowly turned into something more observant. He leaned in, his voice a little quieter. “Don’t let Spencer's good looks distract you for too long, I’m already heartbroken to find out I’m not the ‘quiet, thoughtful, brooding’ one, I can’t also take the punishment challenge..”

You looked at him, momentarily snapping back to reality, only to realize you’d been distracted by Spencer for far longer than you realized. You smiled weakly. “Yeah…that is just because no one thinks you’re quiet” you joked back “Oh but I am thoughtful and brooding?” he quipped back.

As you made your way back toward the clearing, you ran into Spencer and Chanse again. Spencer glanced at your bag, raising a brow.

"Finding anything good?"

Damien grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "We're doing just fine." You laughed, leaning into the moment. Spencer, expression unreadable, crossed his arms. "Hope Damien isn't slowing you down too much."

Damien smirked. "I don't think she minds." You didn't miss the way Spencer's jaw tightened. The air felt different. Spencer wasn't normally this... pointed.

Chanse, completely oblivious, held up a rock. "Hey, does this look like a rabbit to you?" You gratefully took the distraction. "Uh... yeah. Sure." Spencer, without another word, nodded and walked off.

You watched him go, something tugging at the back of your mind. Damien, noticing, tilted his head. "Everything good?" You snapped out of it. "Yeah. Let's go."

After two hours of frantic scavenger hunting, the teams reconvened at the lake house for the final point tally. Tommy, still in full game show host mode, dramatically cleared his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen... after reviewing your truly terrible handwriting and confirming the results..."

Shayne ripped open a fake golden envelope. "The winners of today's Scavenger Hunt Showdown are..."

Team Wheel of Misfortune!

Damien immediately threw his arms in the air. "YES. IN YOUR FACES."

You high-fived Angela and Arasha.

Spencer exhaled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Meanwhile, Ian's team groaned.

Noah fell dramatically onto the ground.

"I'm never gonna live this down." Keith shook his head.

"Damn it, I knew we should've found that frog." Courtney groaned.

"Alright, let's just get this over with. What's our punishment?"

Tommy and Shayne, grinning like chaotic game masters, pulled out a spinning wheel labeled THE GAME SHOW OF DOOM.

The wheel included:

Mystery Smoothie – Drink a smoothie made of random, horrible ingredients.

Dramatic Monologue – Perform an overly dramatic reading of a bad fanfiction or cringey movie script.

Egg Roulette – Pick an egg... some are raw, some are hardboiled. Smash it on your head.

Embarrassing Tweet – Someone from the winning team gets to draft a humiliating tweet for you.

Improv Challenge – Perform a cringe-inducing game show commercial made up on the spot.

Slap Bracelets of Shame – Wear three obnoxious slap bracelets that say things like "I LOST AND I CRY ABOUT IT."

Duct Tape Mummy – Get wrapped in duct tape from head to toe and attempt to escape.

Mystery Box – Pick from a box of cursed Smosh props and wear/use whatever you get for the next challenge.

Ian sighed.

"This is excessive."

Tommy spun the wheel, hyping up the crowd.

Click. Click. Click.

The wheel slowed...

And finally landed on—

Dramatic Monologue!

The losing team groaned.

Amanda facepalmed.

"This is gonna be so embarrassing."

Spencer exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"You've gotta be kidding me."

Shayne, already holding up a printed script, grinned.

"Each of you will now perform a deeply serious, Academy Award-level dramatic reading... of scenes from Twilight and The Room."

The winning team erupted into laughter.

One by one, the losing team was forced to perform cringe-inducing monologues in their most dramatic voices.

Noah went first, delivering the 'You're like my own personal brand of heroin' line from Twilight.

He did it in an unsettling, Shakespearean tone.

Angela was actually crying from laughter.

Courtney had to perform the 'I did not hit her, it's not true, I did not!' scene from The Room.

She went full Nicolas Cage with it. Shayne gave her a standing ovation.

Keith fully committed to the Edward/Bella 'Say it. Out loud.' scene.

He played Edward. Chanse played Bella. Chanse could not keep a straight face.

Spencer, completely deadpan, had to monologue about vampires in the most intense voice possible.

He refused to break character. You, watching from the sidelines, couldn't stop laughing.

And finally...

Ian, the final performer, took the stage.

He dramatically flipped his invisible cape and read:

"Lisa, you're tearing me apart!"

The entire group lost it.

As the winning team laughed themselves breathless, Tommy clapped his hands together.

"That concludes the first punishment of Smosh Summer Games: Game Show Edition! And trust me—there will be more."

The losing team groaned, already dreading whatever chaos came next.

As the crew headed inside for the day, you, still laughing, glanced at Spencer.

He caught your eye, shaking his head.

"Glad you enjoyed that."

You, grinning:

"Oh, I definitely did."

Meanwhile, Damien casually draped an arm over your shoulder.

"Better hope we never lose, Rookie. You'd never live it down."

You rolled your eyes.

[writeforthepeople]

i know it’s a rewrite but summer love is so good, i want more every time im done reading

Thank you!! That makes me so happy. I have the rest to post over the next few days and am starting a new series that will be similar in nature. I would love to hear peoples opinions on another love triangle story.. should it be another Spencer vs Damien or someone new?

[writeforthepeople]

Smosh Summer Love Triangle pt.4

Damien Haas x f!Reader / Spencer Agnew x f!Reader Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Drinking, Cussing

summary: You settle into your role at Smosh, even agreeing to compete in the upcoming Smosh Summer Games. During a team meeting, you participate in a fun "What Would Y/N Do?" challenge where your coworkers, including Spencer and Damien, answer personal questions about you. The game creates playful tension between them, and by the end of the day, you find yourself caught up in the excitement of the competition. The chapter also hints at the growing dynamics between you, Spencer, and Damien as the team prepares for the upcoming games. Masterlist

You had been with Smosh for a few months now and had really settled into the role, even appearing on screen for some Smosh Games spots to fill out the cast. You were received surprisingly well by the fans, even bringing some of your Twitch followers to the channel.

You came into work like any other day, but you knew something must be up because Anthony kept mentioning the team meeting. It was a weekly meeting, though, so it’s not like you would ever miss it. The games meeting room was buzzing as everyone settled in for their weekly meeting.

Still adjusting to the organized chaos, you took your usual seat between Spencer and Damien. You had a cup of coffee in front of you, scrawled notes from past brainstorms, and no idea what today’s meeting was about. Ian stood at the front of the room, hands clasped together, smirking.

"Alright, listen up! Big news."

The room fell into an excited hush.

"Smosh Summer Games is happening again."

For a solid two seconds, there was silence.

And then—

The room exploded.

Shayne cheered, pumping his fists. Courtney and Angela high-fived. Noah immediately asked if they could get matching sweatbands. You laughed, unsure what to expect but already intrigued.

You had watched past Summer Games videos, but it seemed like a real challenge to write for. It was much less scripted content!

Then—Anthony spoke up.

"Oh, and Y/N—"

You turned, raising a brow.

"You’re gonna be competing too."

The room went dead silent.

You blinked. "Wait. What?"

Anthony grinned, completely unfazed. "You’re part of the team now. So, if you want in, you’re in."

You felt the heat of everyone’s eyes on you. Competing? In Summer Games? Filming, challenges, public humiliation??

And yet—the excitement bubbling in your chest outweighed the nerves.

You grinned. "Hell yeah. I’m in."

The group immediately started throwing out ideas for challenges and structure. You glanced around, curious about how certain people were reacting. Spencer, sitting beside you, gave a small nod of approval, his lips quirking into a smile. Something about it felt... grounding.

Damien shot you a playful wink. "Better start training, Rookie. I don’t go easy on new recruits." You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. This was really happening.

"Ok," Ian said, the team still buzzing. "OK," he said louder, everyone looking back to him. "Let’s talk strategy!" He smiled, sitting down. Everyone was throwing out ideas, bouncing off each other. The first big decision was the theme, and ultimately, it was decided not to have a real theme as they brought it back. This was the first year it was back in many years, and they wanted to keep it open and fun.

"This year, Smosh Summer Games is just themed... games," Anthony commented.

"What if it is Smosh Summer Games: Game Show?" Tommy commented, and the room was silent for a beat.

"Honestly... I love that," Spencer said, and the rest started nodding. "If we need a host, I’m just saying, I am available," Tommy said, more as a question.

"Ok! Smosh Summer Games: Game Show," Anthony nodded. "Let’s figure this out!"

Skipping ahead a few weeks

It was getting close to the time for Smosh Summer Games filming, and the team was creating a few last videos to release while they were out. The team decided to make sure you were in a few videos leading up to the games content. And so, "What Would Y/N Do?" was born.

You found yourself sitting in the Smosh Games studio, ready to film an episode where three people competed to see who knew you best.

Contestants: Anthony, Damien, and Spencer.

You, in the center, trying to process the fact that this was your life now.

"Alright, welcome to 'What Would Y/N Do?'" you announced, grinning at the camera. "I’m Y/N, and we’ve got three competitors today—two coworkers and my very best friend who is not friends with Ian…at all."

"Hey!" Ian protested off camera.

"Let’s see who actually listens when I talk."

You laughed nervously, watching the guys grab their markers and whiteboards.

This should be fun.

Question 1: 'What’s Y/N’s Go-To Coffee Order?'

Anthony immediately scribbled down an answer.

Damien paused, muttering, "Crap," as he tried to remember.

Spencer? He wrote something confidently.

"Alright, reveal!"

Anthony: Iced vanilla latte, oat milk, light ice.

Damien: Iced vanilla latte, almond milk.

Spencer: Iced vanilla latte, oat milk, extra shot of espresso.

You stared at Spencer.

You smiled. "Well... it’s an iced vanilla latte, OAT milk," you paused, "Sorry Damien," you continued, "light ice!"

Anthony cheered. "Do I know my best friend or what?" he grinned.

"You do," you smiled. "3 points for Anthony, BUT 2 points for Spencer because on long days here, I do get an extra shot."

Spencer shrugged. "And now I know it’s light ice."

Question 2: 'What’s Y/N’s Biggest Creative Fear?'

This one hit a little deeper. The guys thought for a second before writing.

"Alright, reveal!"

Anthony: 'Not meeting expectations.'

Damien: 'Losing passion for what she loves.'

Spencer: 'Worrying that people only like her work because it’s funny, not because it’s meaningful.'

Silence.

You stared at Spencer’s answer.

It was almost word-for-word something you had admitted once during a late-night conversation.

"Uh..." You cleared your throat. "Yeah. That’s... really accurate."

Spencer simply nodded.

Damien glanced at him, something unreadable in his expression.

"I will say that is 2 points for Anthony and Damien, 3 points for Spencer!"

Question 3: 'If Y/N Was Having a Really Bad Day, What’s the First Thing You’d Do to Cheer Her Up?'

Anthony: 'Comfort food (General Tso and chow mein noodles) & movie night (Sweet Home Alabama).'

Damien: 'Make her laugh & get her out of the house. She loves bowling, so probably that.'

Spencer: 'Give her space but let her know I’m there if she needs me.'

"I love how well you guys know me." You were taken aback by the answers; they really were listening.

"Ok, that is 3 points Anthony, because I have in fact done that with you when I’ve had a bad day."

You smiled and Anthony smiled back.

"Damien, 3 points, sometimes I need to get out of my own head, and I do love bowling." He smiled and started to erase his board.

"Spencer, 1 point, I love how respectful you are of people and their space." He nodded, knowing it wasn’t what you needed, mentally taking notes.

In the end, Anthony won.

Damien and Spencer were nearly tied.

The game was all in good fun, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

As they wrapped filming, you caught Spencer glancing at you. Did he really pay that much attention?

And then—Damien threw an arm around your shoulder, grinning.

"Not bad, Rookie. But don’t think I’m sensitive or that this means I’ll go easy on you in the Summer Games." You laughed, shaking off the lingering tension.

"I wouldn’t expect anything less."

But as you left the studio, you realized something—

Spencer’s quiet understanding lingered in your mind. Damien’s playful confidence still made your heart race.

The Next Morning

The early morning chill hung in the air as the Smosh crew loaded their bags onto the charter bus. Tommy checked his list, making sure they had all their gear.

Courtney and Shayne were already joking loudly, hyping up the trip. You, clutching your coffee, stood at the entrance, taking it all in.

"Alright, pick your seats!" someone called.

You stepped onto the bus, scanning for an open spot. Ian and Anthony sat together, figured. Damien was sprawled out behind them, one arm draped over the back of his seat, grinning at you.

Spencer was a row behind him, scrolling through his phone, not looking up.

You hesitated for half a second. Then Damien patted the seat next to him and you slid into the seat.

Big mistake? Maybe. But it felt natural, how embarrassing could you be for this very long bus ride.

As the bus pulled onto the highway, you sipped your coffee, trying to wake up.

Damien nudged you.

"Better buckle up, Rookie. Once we get to Big Bear, it’s every person for themselves."

You rolled your eyes, smirking.

"You say that like I don’t plan on destroying you in every single challenge."

Damien grinned.

"Oh? We making bets already?"

You tilted your head.

"Loser buys the winner coffee for a month."

Damien pretended to consider.

"What if we end up on the same team?"

You smirked.

"We’ll figure it out."

From the row behind them, Spencer exhaled softly.

You didn’t notice, but Anthony did. And Anthony, being Anthony, decided to stir the pot.

He leaned backwards, draping his arms over the seat.

"You sure you’re gonna survive a whole week of Damien flirting?"

You rolled your eyes. "Being competitive and flirting are very different things." But you couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto your lips.

Damien caught it.

He raised a brow, amused. "Oh, you love it."

Before you could fire back a response, Spencer shifted behind them—just enough for Anthony to notice the subtle way his jaw clenched.

Anthony smirked. Oh, this was going to be fun. A couple of hours into the ride, the bus pulled into a small gas station. Most of the crew piled out, stretching their legs and raiding the convenience store for snacks.

You grabbed a water, debating if you needed more caffeine. Meanwhile, Spencer and Damien ended up outside, standing off to the side.

Damien glanced at Spencer, smirking. "Go ahead. Say what you want to say."

Spencer exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I don’t have anything to say."

Damien chuckled. "Dude. You’ve been quiet since we got on the bus."

Spencer hesitated, then finally looked at him. "I know you like her."

Damien didn’t deny it. Instead, he shrugged. "Yeah. I do."

A beat of silence passed.

Spencer exhaled again, not looking up. "So do I."

Damien’s smirk faded slightly. But instead of turning competitive, he just nodded.

"Alright."

Spencer raised a brow and finally made eye contact with his friend. "That’s it?" he paused. "I just admitted to liking the same girl you like, and your response is 'Alright'?" he laughed almost out of a nervous habit.

Damien leaned against the side of the bus. "What else is there to say? We both like her. Not gonna be weird about it." He shrugged. "Let’s not pretend like we both didn’t already know that before getting on this bus." Then, more seriously: "She either wants to date one of us or she doesn’t. We just gotta be ourselves."

Spencer studied him for a moment. No tension. No hostility. Just acknowledgement. Finally, Spencer nodded.

"Alright. Yeah... that makes sense."

What they didn’t realize was Anthony was standing a few feet away and had overheard the whole thing. He decided, in typical Anthony fashion, to keep that information to himself.

This was your mess to figure out.

As you walked back toward the bus, you glanced up—

And caught Damien watching you. He didn’t look away. Just held your gaze for a second too long.

You felt your stomach flip again...

Why does he look at me like that? You shook it off, climbing back onto the bus.

A few minutes later, as the ride continued, you glanced over at Damien.

Not for any real reason. Just... curiosity. Damien, of course, noticed immediately. He smirked, tilting his head slightly.

"Something on your mind, Rookie?"

You flushed, looking away.

"Nope."

Damien chuckled, clearly enjoying himself.

Spencer sat apart from them, watching the exchange with a deep sigh.

[writeforthepeople]

Smosh Summer Love Triangle Pt. 3

Damien Haas x f!Reader / Spencer Agnew x f!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Drinking, Cussing

summary: After a week of settling in, you attend a welcome party at Anthony's, where Truth or Dare and playful banter lead to moments of tension between you, Spencer and Damien. Later, Damien offers to drive you and some of the others home, ending in someone walking you to your door. Masterlist Part 3! Translated from 3rd person to 2nd, apologies for any improper grammar.

You had been up for almost an hour, staring at your phone, too excited to keep sleeping. It was your first day going into Smosh—as a writer. A member of the team! While you knew most of them now, you really only knew the cast. You were going to be meeting the other writers and crew, and making that first impression was important.

Groaning and finally getting out of bed, you took a shower and stared at yourself in the mirror, debating on how you should present yourself. You decided to blow dry your hair, taking time to make your short curtain bangs sit just right. You did your skincare routine, and thanks to Courtney's suggestions, it was looking as clear as ever, almost like you hadn't just turned thirty. While your skincare soaked in, you went to find an outfit.

This was going to be tricky. You didn’t want to go too casual and come off as unprofessional, but you didn’t want to come off stuffy either. You really should have asked Anthony about the style for the week. While you obviously weren’t going to be ON camera, they still walked around with cameras all day, and it was a shoot week.

You landed on an elevated casual look, something you would wear to a party. A light blue button-up with a dice pattern all over it. Still a clean look but showed off your nerdy personality, paired with jeans and brown lace-up boots. After finding the right outfit, you added a little makeup, some perfume, and decided if you looked at yourself for any longer, you wouldn’t be able to stomach going. So, you turned your heel and made your way out.

You stopped at a donut shop close to Smosh. If you knew one thing from growing up in the South, you don’t show up for your first day empty-handed. You bought a few dozen donuts and finished your drive.

You stood outside the Smosh office, gripping the straps of your bag like a lifeline. This was it. Your first official day as a Smosh Games team member.

The nerves were definitely there, but so was the excitement. Before you could psych yourself out any further, the front door swung open.

"Oh good, you actually showed up. I made a bet with Ian that I would have to go pick you up."

You smiled at Anthony standing in the doorway, smirking. "Hope you're ready for this. Too late to back out now." You snorted, shaking your head.

Anthony grinned, grabbing the boxes from your hands and leading you inside.

"Yeah, the donuts were a good call."

The second you stepped into the office, you were immediately hit with the familiar energy—loud voices, laughter, and a general sense of productive madness.

"Y/N!"

You barely had time to react before Courtney and Shayne appeared, pulling you into a quick hug.

"Welcome to the team!" Courtney beamed. "I'm excited to have you back," Shayne added.

You laughed. Before you even had time to process everything, Anthony led you into the writing room. He set the donuts on the table in front of them. A whiteboard covered in messy notes and half-baked ideas. Cups of coffee littered the table, people half paying attention, half yelling across the room.

"Alright, let’s get to work."

You barely had time to sit down before Spencer dropped into the chair beside you.

"If you're waiting for an official initiation, don’t. We just throw you in and hope you swim."

You smirked. "Good thing I’m a strong swimmer." Spencer grinned, nudging his notebook toward you. "Then let’s see what you got."

Across the table, Damien slid into a chair. He caught your eye and gave you a playful smirk.

"Didn’t think you’d survive your first morning. Guess I owe Anthony five bucks."

You laughed, shaking your head. "You guys bet on me?" Anthony smirked. "Obviously."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face. Later in the day, you were able to meet more of the writers and get a feel for the production process.

"You weren’t wrong about just throwing me into the water, huh?" You joked to Spencer as you walked into a meeting.

"Oh definitely not, you’re in it now. Don’t worry, this is just a creative brainstorm where we let the cast pitch ideas that the writers then can workshop," he explained as you sat down next to each other. "Sometimes I like to have these just to tell the cast no on things."

You laughed at that comment as a few other writers filled in. A few moments later, the Smosh cast team sat down, and it was like chaos immediately.

The whiteboard was quickly filled with notes, crossed-out phrases, and increasingly questionable sketch ideas. At one point, Shayne pitched something so ridiculous that the group paused to understand it.

"So... what if it’s a survival game, but instead of surviving, your only goal is to be the most annoying person in the world?"

Silence. Then—

Spencer: "So... you just play as Damien?"

The entire room lost it.

Damien, unfazed, smirked.

"Jokes on you, I’d win." You laughed a little too hard at that, and Damien definitely noticed.

As the brainstorming session continued, you started to find your groove. Spencer kept nudging you into conversations. Every now and then, he'd lean in slightly, lowering his voice just enough for you to hear.

"That was a solid pitch." You grinned.

Meanwhile, Damien was being Damien. Every time you laughed at one of his jokes, he grinned like he was keeping score. The group decided to break for 5 minutes, giving everyone a chance to stretch their legs and go to the restroom. When you were scribbling notes in your notebook, he stood up and walked over to you, looking over your shoulder.

"Damn, Rookie. You actually know what you’re doing." You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. "Wow, thanks for the overwhelming confidence." Damien chuckled. "I like watching you work."

You felt your face warm. You tried to brush it off. Damien flirts with everyone, or at least that’s the kind of humor he had. This is normal.

Across the room, Anthony was watching everything. The way Spencer kept leaning in when talking to you. The way Damien’s smirk got a little more smug every time you reacted to him.

You remained completely oblivious. Anthony hid his grin behind his coffee. This was gonna be fun to watch. By the end of the day, you were exhausted—but in the best way.

You had survived your first writing session. You had pitched ideas that didn’t get shot down, and you had somehow already found yourself at the center of an unfolding situation you weren’t even aware of. As you packed up your things, Spencer nudged your shoulder.

"Not bad for your first day," Spencer joked.

You smirked. "Not bad? I carried that meeting."

Spencer chuckled. And from across the room, Damien called out—

"Don’t get too comfortable, Y/N. You still gotta prove you can hang with the big leagues."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile.

Skip to the end of the week

You had wrapped up your first week with Smosh, and Anthony insisted on having a party at his place to properly welcome you to the team and to have an excuse to hang out with friends. So after work on Friday, you rushed home to get ready, feed the cats, and head over to Anthony’s place.

Y/N: Want me to come early and help you set stuff out, or need me to pick anything up?

Anthony: Nope, already got it taken care of. I even got you orange juice with pulp for your mixed drink. Ya freak.

You laughed to yourself. You liked the pulp, so what?

Anthony's apartment was just the right level of crowded. Music played from a speaker in the corner, something upbeat and lowkey. The smell of pizza, chips, and way too many different drinks filled the air. People were spread out, laughing, chatting, already a couple of drinks in.

You took it all in, smiling to yourself. You had only been part of the Smosh team for a week, but somehow, it felt like you had been here forever.

"Alright, everyone, shut up for a second!" Anthony's voice cut through the chatter as he clapped his hands together.

"Welcome to the team, Y/N!" All eyes turned to you. A cheer erupted, and you felt warmth flood your chest.

Damien raised his drink.

"Here’s to Y/N surviving a week with us degenerates!"

Shayne smirked. "Impressive," he said in the chosen voice.

Courtney clinked a glass against yours. "Cheers to many more ridiculous days ahead." You laughed, shaking your head.

"Thanks, guys. I feel like I should make a speech, but I also feel like the more I talk, the more you’ll realize you made a mistake hiring me." Ian shrugged. "Eh, we’ll figure it out eventually." The room burst into laughter.

You had been having fun talking and drinking, and by this point, most people were buzzed and dancing around. You noticed that Damien wasn't drinking and tried to clock that to memory. Then—Courtney suggested Truth or Dare.

The group immediately jumped on board. People gathered on the couches and floor, forming a loose circle. Anthony took the role of unofficial host.

"Alright, rules are simple—no backing out, and if you wimp out, we get to roast you for the rest of the night."

"So, basically like every Smosh shoot ever?" Spencer quipped.

"Exactly."

The game started lighthearted enough. Shayne had to sing an overdramatic love ballad to Keith. Angela was dared to text her last ex, 'You up?' which she got a very quick response to and her face went beat red. Ian was asked what his worst Smosh video was (he refused to answer, which only made everyone more suspicious).

But then—

It was your turn.

Shayne grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Alright, Y/N."

You crossed your arms, not ready to know what he was going to ask you.

"Dare," you said, confidence coming from the drink.

Shayne smirked.

"I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room."

The group immediately erupted.

"OHHH." You heard from Angela.

"Spiiiiccayy." Ian joked.

"No pressure, Y/N," you heard from Anthony, sitting next to you.

You felt your stomach drop.

Your mind went blank. Damien was grinning at you, eyebrows raised.

Spencer had a neutral expression, but you saw his fingers tighten around his drink.

Oh god. What do I do?

In a panic, you turned to Anthony and he smiled at you, leaning in knowing exactly what you were about to do. You quickly kissed him, and the room filled with groans.

"BOOO, cop-out!" Shayne said through laughter. "We already know that isn’t true."

Your face turned a few shades redder. What was that supposed to mean? You threw your hands up. "Look, I don’t trust you guys not to hold this over my head forever."

The group booed and teased you anyway. Anthony just smirked. "I am offended you all don’t believe she thinks I am the most attractive?" Clearly enjoying the moment. "I mean... objectively I am the most attractive person in this room."

You exhaled, your heart still racing. You had dodged that one.

"Spencer. Truth or dare?" Courtney asked.

Spencer leaned back, arms crossed.

"Truth."

Courtney grinned.

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone in this room?"

The energy shifted slightly. You felt the room shift as they all looked to Spencer in anticipation.

Damien, still in his usual relaxed posture, side-eyed Spencer.

The group leaned in, waiting. Spencer hesitated.

Then—he answered.

"Yeah."

Silence.

And then—he glanced at you. It was so quick, you almost didn't catch it.

Did he just—? Before you could process it, Ian jumped in.

"Damn, vague. C'mon, specifics." Spencer just smirked, shaking his head. "You didn’t ask for specifics."

Anthony chuckled, but said nothing. Damien raised a brow, looking between Spencer and you. "Wow, what a cop-out answer." Courtney laughed.

Spencer just shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.

"It was probably me, guys," Amanda joked. "We all know Spencer had a huge crush on me, and I have never made comments about him. Ever." The room laughed. She had a great way of always lightening the mood.

Anthony, watching your reaction closely, just shook his head. You really had no idea, huh?

Later in the night, however, you got hit with the worst question.

"Y/N," Angela said, grinning. "If you had to go on a date with someone from Smosh, who would it be?"

The room immediately erupted again.

"OHHH, HERE WE GO AGAIN," Trevor yelled out, clearly a little tipsy.

"No avoiding this one!" Shayne chuckled.

You felt your face heat up. Your first instinct was to joke, but when you opened your mouth to make a quip—you hesitated.

Who would I pick? Without thinking, you glanced up, Damien and Spencer both happened to be sitting across from you.

It was so fast, but both of them definitely noticed. Damien's smirk widened slightly. Like he had just won something. Spencer's fingers tapped against his knee. Like he was thinking something over. Ian, bless him, immediately jumped in to save you.

"Y/N, you don't have to answer that, you already panic-kissed Anthony, we won’t torture you further." The group laughed, moving on, but the tension lingered. You exhaled, grabbing your drink.

As the night continued, the group broke out into smaller games and Anthony brought out his paints, and people were just relaxing.

After the game, you found yourself ready for another drink, feeling a bit embarrassed. As you poured orange juice into your cup, Damien leaned on the counter next to you, their arms grazing and he smirked.

"Just saying, Y/N. You didn’t have to play it safe."

Before you could react, he grabbed a water from the counter and made his way back to the living room. You took a moment to brush it off, assuming he was just teasing you.

You decided to do a painting with Courtney while you sobered up.

"You’re good at this," you said, motioning to her art.

"Thanks!" Courtney beamed. "I can really get lost in painting," she admitted. You smiled at her, nodding.

"Anthony says it helps him shut off his brain and I like that analogy."

"That is a good way to put it," Courtney said, as Shayne chimed in.

"My brain is always off," he joked as he walked up with Spencer.

You smiled at them as they walked up to the table. Spencer peeked at what you were painting, a lake with a small boat.

"That is a nice lake, reminds me of Florida," he said, motioning to it.

"I didn’t know you were from Florida!" you said excitedly.

"I’m from South Carolina!" he exclaimed, louder than he meant to.

He smiled. "Ok, now the southern niceness makes more sense. LA hasn’t broken you of it quite yet," he joked.

They talked for a while before you even noticed that Shayne and Courtney had gone to the kitchen. You learned about Spencer moving to LA, growing up in Florida, and a little about his family. Before you knew it, it was getting late, and people started to leave.

"I should probably get going," you said to the small group, nodding towards Anthony. "Thank you for having this party, it was really nice to get to hang out with everyone after already feeling so welcomed this week," you were more heartfelt than you had meant to be, but it was true. Anthony came over to give you a big hug.

"Of course," he smiled before letting go. "I'm glad we have you on board. Makes it easier to see my best friend if I also work with you."

Ian immediately piped in. "Hey, I’M your best friend, and you already work with me," he said, mostly joking.

"Don’t make me leave again, man," he joked, and the group laughed.

"Does anyone need a ride home?" Damien asked, looking toward you. "No drinking and driving on my watch," he said with a smile.

"I Ubered over," you offered up. "I’m not far from here at all, so I can just Uber back," you said, not wanting anyone to go out of their way.

"Same here,” Spencer said with a nod.

"Ah, come on, Spencer, you're not far either. I’ll drive you guys back, I have to take Shayne and Courtney home anyway."

You looked back to Anthony, who was grinning ear to ear. You knew you were going to get teased for this for sure.

The five of you walked out to Damien’s car, no one being particularly drunk but, of course, playing it safe.

"Thanks again, Damien, really nice of you to drive us all back," you said as you followed him out.

"It’s no problem at all," he smiled at you, and there it was again, that stomach flip you kept brushing off.

Maybe you had more to drink than you realized? You thought to yourself, or Anthony is right, and I do like Damien a little. The thought you waved from your brain almost instantly.

"SHOTGUN!" Shayne yelled as he ran out to Damien’s car, passing everyone.

"Damnit!" Courtney yelled, running after him.

"I don’t want to be squished in the middle!" she whined playfully.

"I’ll sit in the middle," Spencer said quickly. "Since I am just such a gentleman," he added in, jokingly.

You smiled at him. "Are you sure? I can if you want."

"No, no, I insist," he said sweetly, opening the car door and getting in. Damien stood in front of the passenger seat, watching your interaction for a beat too long before opening his door and getting in. You sat behind Damien, climbing in to sit next to Spencer. As you got in, you smiled, watching Courtney climb in on the other side, nudging Spencer to move over a little. As he did, his legs touched yours.

"Ope, sorry, it’s a tighter fit than I thought," he said, almost trying to make himself smaller.

"Oh hush, we’re all friends here," Courtney joked, and you nodded to Spencer.

"I won’t bite," you joked, and could see him relax a little, their legs now touching comfortably.

"Promise?" he joked back with you as Damien cleared his throat.

"Ok, who is closest?" he asked, looking in his mirror to see you and Spencer.

"I guess, Y/N, I don’t know where you live."

You started to explain where your apartment complex was—"I know exactly where that is." He put the car in gear and started to take off.

"Ok, we’ll drop Shayne and Courtney at their place, Spencer, and then you."

"Perfect," Spencer said, and you looked his way, he almost seemed...annoyed? Maybe he wanted to be dropped off first? You thought to yourself.

"Yeah! Whatever works best for you, you’re in charge," you joked to Damien.

"Oh, don’t say that, you don’t want me in charge," he grinned.

While driving to Shayne and Courtney’s, you listened to Chappell Roan, everyone being goofy and singing "Pink Pony Club" as they pulled up to their place.

"Thanks again, Dames!" Courtney said as she helped a tipsy Shayne get out of the car. Spencer scooted over slightly as Courtney got out, causing you to notice the warmth of his next to you leaving.

"Give you your space back," he smiled but made eye contact with you.

As you went to respond—"One of you can move up here, so I feel like less of an Uber," Damien interrupted.

Spencer nodded his head for you to take the seat.

"Well, I wouldn’t want you to feel like an Uber," you smiled, getting in the front passenger seat.

"Plus now I can control the radio," you smirked, connecting your phone and scrolling to Sabrina Carpenter’s song "Please Please Please" to obnoxiously sing.

They laughed and sang for a few songs before reaching Spencer’s place.

"Woah! I was touring these apartments a few weeks ago, they looked really nice!" you said as they were pulling up.

"Oh, are you looking to move?" Damien asked.

"Yeah, my current place is just really small, and now with the drive to the office, I am thinking about finding something closer," you admitted.

"Well, I really like it here," Spencer perked up, opening his door. "Great amenities, close to the office, coffee shop on the corner," he said, pointing. "But I’m biased," he said with a shrug. "See you guys Monday," he said before closing the door.

"And then there were two," Damien smiled at you before pulling out of the parking lot.

"I can help you apartment hunt if you need. I know how stressful it was before I found my place," You smiled. "Yeah! If you know any good complexes around the office, I would love the help. Touring them alone feels so awkward. The apartment people want to talk to you, and then I feel pressured to not be negative...it’s weird," she said, shaking her head.

"We gotta help you work on you not playing everything so safe," he joked.

You remembered his comment in the kitchen, and your cheeks flushed again.

"It’s kind of my thing," you admitted, and he left it be.

The two of you talked comfortably for a while before he reached your complex.

"Is it ok if I walk you up?" he asked, shutting the car off.

You instinctively wanted to tell him he didn’t have to, but instead, you nodded, getting out of the car. You both walked into the building and waited for the elevator.

"On the 5th floor, it would be nice if I was lower in the next place, I hate waiting on the elevator," you commented, and he smiled.

"Eh, a few extra moments isn’t so bad."

The elevator arrived, and you made it to your door.

"Thanks for walking me, you didn’t have to do that," you said, pulling out your keys.

"No problem, I am nothing if not chivalrous," he said in his British accent, making you giggle. It was one of your favorite voices that he does.

"I’ll see you Monday?" he said, patting your shoulder before leaving.

[writeforthepeople]

Smosh Summer Love Triangle pt.2

Damien Haas x f!Reader / Spencer Agnew x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Drinking, Cussing

summary: Part 2 translated from 3rd person to 2nds, apologies for any improper grammar. Your sketch with Smosh was finally released and you get to scroll all the comments, good and bad. Ian Invites you to a party and you get to know the Smosh team, which is great....since Ian and Anthony offer you a position! Part 1 || Masterlist

A few weeks later

You had expected some positive feedback when the Sims 4 Smosh Reunion sketch dropped, but you had not expected this. The video was everywhere. The comments were filled with people praising the accuracy of the Sims lore, quoting lines, and demanding a sequel. Fans even started clipping your best ideas from the script and making memes.

Your phone was blowing up, but Ian texted first in the group chat with you, Ian, and Anthony:

Ian: "Told you it was gonna be a hit. You crushed it."

Anthony: "Your cameo behind the PC is being clipped everywhere."

Damien DM'd you a clip of him in character as Mortimer Goth.

Damien: "I will never recover from this."

Spencer sent a simple message:

Spencer: "So... when's the next one?"

Courtney posted herself as Bella Goth, tagging you.

@SimsStories: "Thank you for letting me absolutely eat."

You were overwhelmed. But in the best way possible. And then, a new text popped up in chat—

Ian: "Having a party at my place this weekend. You in?"

You hesitated.

You weren’t a part of Smosh; would it be weird for you to show up?

That's when Anthony messaged:

"You're going. No excuses. See you there."

You sighed, smiling to yourself. It’s funny how quickly Anthony figured you out. You two were similar in that way. Well, guess I'm going to a Smosh party.

Skip to Saturday night

Ian’s house was exactly what you expected. Comfy, slight vintage decorations, definitely a place where questionable ideas were born. The Smosh cast and crew were scattered around. Some talking, some dancing, some already slightly tipsy. You lingered near the entrance, scanning the room. You were feeling uncomfortable with so many people, many you didn’t really know, and felt like an imposter.

Then—

"Y/N! You made it!"

Before you could react, Courtney and Angela grabbed your hands, pulling you into the party.

As you made your way through the party, you got to talk to a lot of people. Casual conversations, but you really connected with a few. You made your way to the drinks table, looking for something without alcohol. You didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself at your first party with your new friends.

Spencer found you near the drinks table, holding up a drink in greeting.

"Alright, so I have to ask—how does it feel to have so many viral clips this week?"

You grinned. "Pretty good, though, you staring at the wall unprompted? That clip is going down in the history books."

Spencer laughed, shaking his head. The conversation drifted to video games, and you were surprised at how easy it was to talk to him.

"You ever think about doing more game content on your Twitch?" Spencer asked, genuinely curious.

You shrugged. "I’ve thought about it, but being a solo team, there isn’t a lot to expand into, you know?"

Spencer nodded. "Yeah, I imagine that can feel really limiting at times."

You felt a strange warmth at his words, but before you could think about it too much, you were pulled away by—

"No more standing around, you’re dancing!"

You laughed as Courtney and Angela pulled you into the living room, where music was blasting. The three of you danced wildly, and you felt more at ease than you expected. For once, you weren’t the new girl trying to fit in; they all just treated you like you belonged. You were able to relax and just have fun.

At some point in the night, you found yourself on the couch with Damien. The energy between you two was different—slower, more intentional. You started talking about Kingdom Hearts, which led to a deeper conversation about storytelling.

"I feel like people don't always get how personal storytelling can be," you said, gesturing with your drink.

Damien nodded. "Oh, for sure. It’s like... when you spend so much time creating something, and then someone just dismisses it? That stings." You leaned back, exhaling. "I think that’s why I started streaming. It gave me control over my stories." Damien watched you, his nod quickening.

"Yeah. I get that." He hesitated, then added, "You ever feel like doing this kind of work—being online—makes it harder to figure out what’s real?" You met his gaze.

"All the time."

The air between you shifted. Damien, usually so playful, was looking at you like he actually wanted to know what you thought. "I think that’s why I like talking to you," he said, a little softer. "You just seem to get it." Your heart skipped a beat.

Later in the night, you stepped outside to get some air. While everyone was being so welcoming, it was more socialization than you had had in months. The cool night breeze was a welcome relief from the noise inside.

A few minutes later, Spencer walked out. "Saw you sneak out. You good?" he asked, stepping out next to you. You smiled, nodding. "Yeah, just needed a break from the stimulus."

Spencer leaned against the railing beside you. "You looked like you were having fun, though." You chuckled. "I was. It’s just... still kind of a lot, you know?" Spencer nodded.

"Yeah. First Smosh party can be a lot." You smiled. "It’s not just it being you guys. I don’t have a lot of friends. Well, not to this degree. My version of a party is my friends Shannon and Nikki, a bottle of wine, and reality TV," you admitted.

"That doesn’t sound so bad," he smiled.

There was a comfortable silence between you two. Before you could say anything else—Anthony appeared, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

"Oooooh, am I interrupting something?" You rolled your eyes, remembering his comments at lunch about Spencer. "No," you shook your head.

Spencer smirked but didn’t deny anything. Anthony grinned.

"Well, that’s too bad. However, we need you back inside, Spencer—someone challenged Angela to karaoke, and it’s getting ugly." He laughed, shaking his head.

"Guess I better save her."

A few weeks had passed since Ian’s party, and you had settled into an easy rhythm of casual interactions with the Smosh crew. You’d text Courtney about random things, like asking for her skincare routine because you wanted to switch up your products. You and Angela had connected on musical theater, and you were looking forward to Angela’s next show.

Spencer would occasionally drop a sarcastic reply to one of your Instagram posts, and Damien, of course, was the most consistent, always finding an excuse to message you. Somehow, the person you’d started talking to the most was Anthony, which is how you ended up sitting on the floor of his living room, surrounded by paint supplies.

"Okay, I don’t want to be dramatic," you said, dipping your brush into a deep blue, "but I think I might be the next great artist of our time."

Anthony snorted, glancing at your canvas. "Yeah? What exactly am I looking at here?"

You tilted your head, examining your own work. "It’s, uh... abstract." Anthony raised a brow. "You mean, it’s bad?" You threw a paintbrush at him.

"It’s called self-expression, Anthony. Look it up." Anthony laughed, dodging the brush. You’d been hanging out like this more often lately, just talking and doing random creative things, no expectations. You found that Anthony was one of the easiest people to be around. "How often do you do this?" you asked, nodding toward his painting.

Anthony shrugged. "Pretty often. It helps when my brain won’t shut up." You smiled, understanding that deeply. "Yeah. I get that." For a moment, you painted in comfortable silence, then Anthony, out of nowhere, smirked.

"So. You and Damien, huh?"

Your brush slipped, smudging paint across the canvas.

"EXCUSE ME?"

Anthony laughed. "Relax, I’m just saying—it’s interesting." You, absolutely NOT RELAXING: "Nothing is happening." You shook your head. "Oh really? He sure does talk about you a lot at work," he said with a shrug.

You froze mid-brushstroke. Anthony caught it. "Interesting," he said again, his smirk widening.

You groaned, throwing yourself dramatically onto the floor. "WHY are you like this?" Anthony just chuckled. "I don’t know, I just love watching you squirm." You glared at him. "You are the worst."

"You love me."

You rolled your eyes but smiled despite yourself. You went back to painting.

A few days later

You were just about to start lunch when your phone started to buzz.

A new message. You glanced down, expecting a Discord notification—only to freeze when you saw a new group chat message pop up from Ian. While you and Anthony spoke almost daily, Ian didn’t text you often.

Ian: "Hey Y/N, hope you’re doing well!"

Anthony: "We’ve been talking, and we need a new writer on Smosh Games."

Ian: "We’d love to have you help out a few days a week—if you’re interested."

You stared at the screen. Your mind went completely blank. You reread the message three times, just to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

Then, without thinking, you immediately texted Anthony separately.

Y/N: "WAIT. WHAT. IS THIS REAL?"

Anthony replied almost instantly.

Anthony: "LOL, yes, it’s real."

Anthony: "Can I call or are you busy screaming?"

You, shaking, texted back: "CALL. NOW."

Seconds later, your phone rang.

You picked up way too fast. "Explain. Now."

Anthony laughed. "What, you thought we weren’t gonna keep you around?"

You ran a hand through your hair, pacing. "I mean—yeah? I figured I was just a guest writer. I never thought you’d actually—" Anthony cut you off. "Y/N. You belong on the team." You stopped pacing.

He said it so casually, like it was obvious... like you should have already known.

"Really?"

Anthony sighed, amused.

"Yes. You fit in. You’re hilarious. And let’s be real—Spencer would've thrown a fit if we didn’t hire you." You snorted. "I feel like you’re exaggerating."

"I’m not. Trust me. Say yes before we change our minds." You took a deep breath.

And then, with a grin—

"Okay. I’m in."

As soon as you texted Ian and Anthony back with your official "yes," a new feeling of joy washed over you.

Ian: "HELL YEAH!"

Anthony: "Told you she couldn’t resist us."

Ian: "I just told the cast chat, needless to say they are freaking out."

Then—almost immediately—another message popped up.

Damien: "Knew this was coming. Congrats, Rookie. Hope you’re ready for pure insanity."

You rolled your eyes, smiling.

Courtney: "AHHHHH! I have been begging them to offer you the spot as SOON as Spencer said we needed a new writer."

And then—Spencer’s message.

Spencer: "Knew you’d end up here eventually. Welcome."

Finally, you set your phone down, smiling to yourself.

[writeforthepeople]

Masterlist

Spencer Agnew: Nice to Meet You

Damien Haas: Dungeons and Dragons Filming With You Wanna Kiss About It The Promotion

Love Triangles: Spencer Agnew x Damien Haas: Smosh Summer Love Triangle Part: 1 Smosh Summer Love Triangle Part: 2 Smosh Summer Love Triangle Part: 3 Smosh Summer Love Triangle Part: 4 Smosh Summer Love Triangle Part: 5 Smosh Summer Love Triangle Part: 6 Smosh Summer Love Triangle Part: 7

[writeforthepeople]

Smosh Summer Love Triangle part 1

Damien Haas x f!reader / Spencer Agnew x f!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Drinking, cussing

summary: MULI-PART SERIES edited from my old posts on wattpad and translated to 2nd person from 1st, so I apologise if there is any improper grammar!! You are a Sims 4 twitch streamer who watches a lot of Smosh. You were making the Smosh cast on stream and they see it, inviting you to collab. In the process a love triangle begins with you, Spencer, and Damien.

The screen is filled with the familiar loading screen of The Sims 4, your face pinned in the corner of the screen and your chat exploding with excitement over your new series.

"Ok ok, the day is finally here," you start, "Today, I will make the Smosh Cast!" You smile, it’s something you’ve been promising your viewers for a while. You’ve really grown quite the community over the last few years while streaming, and found a love for being on camera, something you never expected. You started streaming as a way to play out a lot of the storylines you were writing and to keep flexing your writing skills in between jobs.

You start to build the cast, taking suggestions from your chat and laughing along with their inside jokes. You watch a lot of Smosh and had been planning out some fun storylines for the cast members. You start with Ian and Anthony, trying hard to find a way to nail Anthony’s tattoos. You begin to tell chat about your time meeting Anthony.

"He was super nice the few times our paths have crossed. I used to do some writing for a channel under the label who must not be named," you pause, and chat knows you're talking about Defy, "but I never worked directly with Smosh," you continue, expanding on the story of how chill Anthony was and how excited you were when he and Ian were able to get Smosh back. "If you've been here a while, you know that I geeked out about the news on stream," you laugh. "It is such an amazing story if I’m honest."

You continue to build out the cast, putting up a poll to see which other members would fit in the limited Sims 8-character household. "Ok, I think we’re set. Ian, Anthony, Shayne, Courtney, Damien, Amanda, Angela, and Spencer!" you chuckle. "This is a chaotic group and I love it."

Chat floods with messages as you let the game play out a little.

"OMG, why is Ian's Sim always grilling?! 😂"

"NOT COURTNEY STARTING A FIGHT WITH DAMIEN AGAIN."

"Wait, why does Spencer look like he hasn't slept in three days??"

You laugh, shaking your head and answering a question in chat about your favorite Smosh videos.

"Listen, I only create what the Sims tell me to. If Damien and Courtney are fighting, it’s because the game WANTS CHAOS." You dramatically click your mouse. "Alright, let’s make this worse."

You lock Courtney and Damien in a tiny room together—no doors, no windows.

Chat explodes:

"Y/N NO."

"Y/N YES."

"This is why you have a god complex."

You smirk at the camera. "I don’t have a god complex—I have a 'making great content' complex."

"Y/N, you should really be writing for Smosh."

You smile big. "Well, someone let them know that, it’s the dream," you joke. "I do miss writing. It would be so cool to write game content."

And unbeknownst to you, someone at Smosh is actually watching.

Meanwhile, Spencer at Smosh has the stream up as he goes through his emails.

Spencer leans against his desk, watching your stream on his second monitor. His arms are crossed, a smirk playing at his lips.

Tommy, passing by, glances at his screen. "What's this? Another one of your deep-dive YouTube spirals?" Spencer shakes his head, tilting the monitor toward him. "Nope. This girl is making Sims versions of all of us... and it’s kinda hilarious." Tommy watches for a second. "Damn, she actually nailed you. You do look sleep-deprived." Spencer rolls his eyes but can’t help but chuckle.

Your voice crackles through the speakers: "Oh no. Spencer's Sim just autonomously walked into the pool. That’s... concerning."

Chat floods with messages:

"SPENCER NO."

"ACCURATE TBH."

Spencer raises an eyebrow, amused, and Tommy laughs, nudging him.

"You should DM her. She'd lose her mind if she knew you were watching."

Spencer leans back in his chair, thoughtful. "Actually... I’ve got a better idea."

Hours later, you wrap up your stream, shutting off your camera and stretching. You feel your phone buzz. You glance at it, expecting a random notification—only to freeze.

Instagram DM from @Spennser:

"Hey, Y/N. Just watched your stream. I don't think we've formally met but I know we have some mutuals from Defy. Would love to have you on Smosh Games sometime—maybe even help us write a Sims 4 Reunion sketch? Interested?"

Your brain short-circuits and your eyes widen. You stare at the screen, rereading the message a few times when another notification pops up.

Spennser has followed you.

"WHAT." You almost yell aloud to yourself.

You immediately text your friend Shannon.

"SPENCER AGNEW JUST MESSAGED ME. WHAT DO I DO."

You see the typing bubbles appear as you stare at the screen, willing your friend to answer quickly.

"I want to support this moment... but I do not know who that is."

You shake your head to yourself.

"My god woman, you call yourself my best friend? He works on the Smosh Games channel and asked me if I would be interested in coming on a guest spot!"

Shannon replied quickly:

"OH GIRL! That is so cool! Just stay calm, wait like 10 minutes and say you would be interested."

You absolutely do not wait ten minutes.

You hurriedly type back:

"Wait, WHAT?! You actually saw that? I am forever embarrassed, but yeah I’d LOVE to. That sounds amazing!!"

You hit send, then immediately panic. Thinking to yourself, "Too many exclamation points?? Should I have played it cooler?? Oh god, I’m already embarrassing myself—"

Before you can spiral further, another DM appears:

"Awesome. Let's set up a meeting next week. You're hilarious—think you’d be a great fit with the team."

You let out a strangled noise somewhere between excitement and sheer disbelief.

The next morning

You spent the entire morning overthinking how to present yourself. They said "casual," but what does that really mean? You chose to be a little more formal than normal. With a plain white t-shirt, a trendy blazer, dark jeans, and penny loafers.

You pulled into the office parking lot and texted Spencer, as he instructed you. By the time you grabbed your purse and got out of the car, he was standing near the doors smiling.

"Well, you made it. No turning back now," he smiles. "I’m Spencer," he continues.

You follow him inside, your heart still pounding from a mix of nerves and absolute excitement.

Walking into the main office space, your eyes dart around, taking everything in. You’re seeing familiar faces from the channel, posters of old sketches covered the walls. The air smells like coffee and somehow ice cream.

A few people are huddled around a whiteboard, brainstorming something that looks like pure madness, but before you can fully process it, a familiar voice calls out.

"Yo! Is that Y/N?"

Anthony Padilla is grinning from across the room.

You barely have time to register your brain that he remembered you before he’s walking over.

"Welcome to the madhouse! It’s so good to see you again," he says. You, scrambling to form coherent words: "Wow, um, thanks! I love the madhouse, but I didn’t expect you to remember me."

Anthony laughs, completely unfazed by your awkwardness.

"Of course I do! I was stoked when Spencer mentioned seeing your stream. Glad you’re here. Writing for us is a lot like playing Sims—except instead of controlling little digital people, you’re controlling all these little people," he gestures around himself.

"That sounds... perfect," you grin. Spencer leads you into the writing room, where the rest of the team is gathered.

Seated at the table:

Ian, sipping coffee like he was running on fumes.

Shayne, mid-rant about a video he had seen the night before.

Courtney, scrolling through memes while half-listening to Shayne.

Damien, leaning back in his chair, spinning a pen between his fingers.

The moment you walk in, Damien looks up and shoots you a grin. "Oh, a new recruit? Are you sure you’re ready for this?"

You, fighting the instant warmth in your face: "I think I can handle it."

"That’s what they all say... until Ian makes you rewrite something four times," Damien jokes, shooting a glare at Ian playfully.

Ian, deadpan: "I take creative integrity very seriously." The room laughs, instantly making you feel more at ease.

Spencer claps his hands together. "Alright, let’s get started. We’re working on a Sims 4 Reunion sketch. To that, I brought in my favorite Sims 4 content creator!" You perk up immediately, your cheeks blushing slightly.

"Oh, I have SO many ideas."

Spencer smirks. "Yeah, we figured. That’s why you’re here."

Courtney chimes in, "I LOVE the Sims, put me in coach," she jokes. "But really, I love your streams. I like to put them on while I do the dishes," she admits. You’re surprised to know so many people at Smosh already knew who you were. As they start tossing around ideas, you feel yourself relaxing into the process. Ideas are thrown like dodgeballs, some sticking, some getting immediately roasted.

You had come up with a few ideas to bring to the table.

"So the thought is that just like a lot of your other reunions, you have Chanse hosting and baiting you guys with questions to uncover the lore that is the Sims," you smile, seeing everyone listening to you. "Some of the biggest drama is about the Goth and Caliente families, so I thought that might be the best place to start, and the most people would be able to understand right away," you explain.

"PUT.ME.IN.COACH," Courtney yells again. "Sorry... I just really love the Sims," you both laugh and continue to brainstorm.

Somewhere in the madness, you realize something—you’re not just some guest here, watching. You’re contributing... and they’re listening. After the session, you linger behind, still buzzing from the energy of it all. Damien walks up, leaning on the table beside you.

"So, first day in the chaos. How’s it feel?" he asks earnestly. You smile, shaking your head. "Like I accidentally stumbled into the best gig ever."

Damien chuckles, nudging your arm. "That’s how they get you. Next thing you know, you’re part of the furniture." You share a grin, and you feel a weird little flip in your stomach.

As you’re packing up your things, Ian walks over, a casual but knowing look on his face.

"Hey, Anthony and I are grabbing food after this. You should come."

You blink. Wait. What. "Like... with you guys?" Ian smirks. "No, with the ghost that haunts the office. Yes, with us." You laugh, shaking your head. "Yeah. I’d love to."

They ended up at a small, hole-in-the-wall diner a few blocks from the Smosh office—the kind of place that you might just walk past, but if you know it, you know it.

You slid into the booth across from Ian and Anthony, still feeling slightly surreal about this whole situation.

Ian flipped open a menu. "This place has the best grilled cheese in LA. Trust me."

Anthony, without looking up: "It’s just grilled cheese, dude. It’s the same everywhere."

Ian narrowed his eyes at him. "You take that back."

You snickered, already loving the dynamic. You took a second to just soak it in—sitting across from two people you had watched on YouTube since you were a teenager. Casually grabbing lunch with them like it was nothing! You forced yourself to act normal.

As you waited for your food, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Ian leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "So, I know Spencer found you through your Sims stream, but I’m curious—how’d you get into writing? I heard you were with Defy for a little while too?"

You hesitated for a split second, then let yourself be honest. "I was, yeah! I was writing for a gaming channel they had called The Escapist. I’ve always wanted to be a writer. That’s why I moved to LA."

"That’s cool. I can’t believe I never ran into you there," Ian spoke, and Anthony shook his head.

"You are the people person, and even I met you in passing a few times," he joked with Ian.

"I pretty much kept to myself. You know how they were, wanted everything to be segregated and stuff," you both nodded like you understood exactly what she meant.

"So what have you been working on since then?" Anthony asked, taking a bite of his vegan burger.

"I’ve done some freelance work here and there, mostly digital content and gaming-related projects. But... my Twitch channel really took off because of how I built stories in The Sims."

Anthony’s interest piqued. "So the storytelling is what makes people come back to your streams?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I think so. I love giving characters depth and making storylines that feel... real, even if it’s just in a game. It’s what keeps me excited about creating." You carried on, lost in the passion. "I just found myself coming up with all these stories in my head and I just started writing them down and eventually made them into Sims content. I didn’t have a channel or anything right away, so I was just doing it for fun and a friend suggested I started posting." You grinned. "The rest is history. It quickly became my main gig, which I love, but..." You trailed off. "I miss the writing and working in a team, you know?"

Ian grinned, looking at Anthony. "She’s one of us."

You snorted. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

Anthony, stirring his drink with his straw, gave you a knowing look. "You said writing was your dream. Does this project light that match again?"

The question hit harder than you expected. You blinked, caught off guard. "I mean... yeah. Honestly? Yeah."

You hesitated, then decided to just say it. "I didn’t realize how much I missed being in a creative environment until today." Ian and Anthony shared a quick glance. "Good," Ian said simply, taking a sip of his drink. "Because you bring something special to the table."

You blushed at the compliment. You nodded. "I work solo so often, I forgot what it was like to have that energy to play off of." Anthony laughed a little. "There’s no shortage of energy or ideas with the cast you were working with." You giggled. "I picked up on that pretty quickly." You admitted. "I didn’t expect the cast to have so much Sims knowledge either. Spencer really did his homework."

Anthony smirked. "Speaking of Spencer... interesting that he is the one who found you. Must be a big fan."

You, mid-sip of your water, almost choked. "Wha-no, no. I think we have mutual friends from the Defy days?" you sputtered.

Ian and Anthony both looked way too entertained.

Anthony, completely deadpan: "Oh, and he just so happened to be watching a stream you were doing that involved Smosh?"

You let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head.

Ian chimed in. "I don’t knoooow," he started. "If anyone is a fan, it is Damien." His comment caused Anthony to snort. "Ok, so you caught that too. I wasn’t just going to call him out like that in front of Y/N."

"Damien is just flirty with everyone, and Spencer is just—Spencer. He’s nice."

Anthony raised a brow. "Right. And I’m a nun."

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "Oh my god. I cannot believe we’re talking about this." Ian smirked. "Just saying. Pay attention. You might be surprised." You shook your head, still refusing to acknowledge what they were implying.

"Let’s change the subject before I throw myself into traffic."

As the check arrived, Ian pulled out his phone. "We should make a group chat. Now that you’ve survived lunch with us, it’s official."

You raised an eyebrow. "Officially... what?" Anthony smirked. "You’re officially not a weirdo. Congrats." You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. Ian quickly added you to a new chat:

Group Chat Created: 'Chaos Committee'

Ian: Welcome to the dumbest group chat you’ll ever be in.

Anthony: If you mute us, we’ll know.

You: I regret this already.

Ian: No, you don’t.

As they stood to leave, Ian clapped you on the back. "We hope we’ll get to work with you more in the future." You felt a small spark of excitement in your chest. "Me too."

[writeforthepeople]

Nice To meet You

Spencer Agnew x f!reader | word count: 3771

Summary: Your friend Angela brings Spencer to your show, where you connect with him in the crowd. Afterwards, neither of you can stop thinking about each other. You meet again at the Smosh Holiday Party that Angela invites you to where the electricity is still there. Angst/Fluff

You can feel the hum of the music in your chest as the band takes their places on stage, willing your body to step out and take the mic. There’s a familiar buzz in the air, the kind that only happens right before a show begins, it is a feeling that keeps you coming back for more... But tonight feels different. Your nerves are frayed in a way you can’t quite explain.

Angela waves enthusiastically from the side, and you catch a glimpse of her bright grin, the kind she always wears when she's excited about something—she point to a few of the friends around her that she brought. If there as one thing Angela was good at, it was supporting her friends. She said he was bringing a few people- but this was more than you expected. You step out with a smile, waving to the crowd and scanning the room.

Then you see him.

Spencer.

He’s leaning casually against the bar, a drink in his hand. His smirk and dark hair seem to cut through the crowd, but what really catches your attention is the way his eyes are already fixed on you. They locked on you the moment you step out on stage, and it’s as though everything else fades away for a moment.

You shake your head, trying to focus as you grab the mic. It’s a slow start, but you can’t help but feel like your heart beats faster as you stare right at him. The song begins—Nice to Meet You by Niall Horan—and you know this is one of those songs that feels like it was written just for you. You let yourself get lost in the rhythm like normal, your voice blending with the beat, and suddenly, you’re not just performing for the crowd. You’re singing for him.

“Nice to meet you – what’s your name” you start singing and let yourself really sink into the moment, watching the crowd, but your eyes fall back to his. “I like the way you talk, I like the things you wear, I want your number tattooed on my arm in ink I swear”

His eyes don’t leave yours, and you feel like you’re singing only for him. The rest of the room melts away, the spotlight on you almost as if it’s nothing but a shadow in comparison to his gaze. His expression is unreadable, but you can feel the weight of his attention on you, as if everything you say means something to him.

When you reach the chorus, you see his lips quirk up in a subtle smile, and you can’t help but return it. For a brief moment, you let yourself enjoy it—his gaze, the connection, everything between you two, even if it’s just in your head.

As you finish the song, the crowd claps, and you try to compose yourself, but your pulse is racing. You’re aware of the quiet buzz of anticipation and nerves that hums in the air. Angela’s already making her way over, waving you toward the side of the stage.

“You were amazing!” she says, her voice high with excitement. But then she glances over at Spencer, her eyes lighting up as she notices where he’s standing. “Hey, you’re still here! Come meet someone.” She gestures toward Spencer, and you try not to let your nerves get the best of you as your stomach flips. You didn’t realize he was one of Anelga’s friends.

“Hey, you were great out there,” Spencer says with a smile that’s warm, disarming, but there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, but something in the back of your mind keeps reminding you of the connection you just shared. Angela grins. “You two will get along great.” Then, almost casually, she adds, “You’re coming to the holiday party, right? It’s this weekend. I already told everyone you were going…so no pressure.” She teased

“I’m looking forward to it” you admit, feeling a bit of relief that you won’t be alone in a room full of strangers. But the way Spencer’s expression softens, that subtle shift in his demeanor, makes you realize that this might be more than a random party invite. *Later that week* Spencer can’t get you out of his head. The way you sang, the way your eyes locked with his during the performance—it all lingers in his mind. He tries to shake it off, but every time he’s on his phone, he finds himself searching your name, watching your videos on YouTube.

It starts innocently enough. He tells himself he’s just curious, wanting to understand your music better before the party. But soon, those innocent searches turn into hours spent watching you perform, hearing your voice pour through his speakers. There’s something about the way you sing that captivates him. It’s raw, real, and effortless. Every song feels personal, like you’re speaking directly to the listener.

He tries to be casual about it. Angela notices him lingering over his phone one evening and raises an eyebrow.

“You know, you’ve been watching her videos a lot,” Angela teases, a knowing smile creeping across her face.

Spencer freezes for a moment before clearing his throat. “Just wanted to see what kind of music she’s into. You know, get a feel for her style.”

Angela gives him a look. “Sure you are,” she says, but she doesn’t press the matter further. She knows Spencer’s type—though this is different. He’s not just watching for fun; there’s something more.

Throughout the week, Spencer finds himself asking Angela more questions about you. “So, uh, what else does she do? You said she plays in a band, right?”

Angela shrugs, smiling. “You’re really curious about her, huh? Yeah, she’s got a pretty solid following. She’s got a killer voice, and her band's tight. They’re kind of a big deal locally.”

“Right,” Spencer says, as if he’s been paying attention to every word. “Do you know what her plans are for the future? I mean, is music like her main thing or just a side gig for her?”

Angela gives him a raised eyebrow. “You’re asking a lot of questions, Spencer. You sure you’re not a little more interested in her than you’re letting on?”

Spencer laughs awkwardly. “Nah, just... just curious. That’s all.”

But the truth is, he’s definitely interested. More than he expected. And as the days pass, the more he thinks about you, the more he realizes how much he wants to know about your life, your music, everything. *Skip to the day of the party*

The day of the holiday party arrives, and Spencer feels an odd sense of anticipation. He’s not usually nervous around people, but there’s something different about tonight. He’s going to see you again. And this time, he’s not just an observer. He’ll have the chance to talk to you, maybe even flirt, but he doesn’t want to come on too strong. He’s spent the week convincing himself to play it cool, to not overthink things, but as he stands in front of the mirror adjusting his shirt, he wonders if it’s already too late.

When he arrives at the party, he spots you almost immediately. You’re standing with Angela, laughing, and Spencer can’t help but watch. You look even more beautiful in person than he remembered, and the way you smile lights up the room. He’s not the only one who notices. A few people glance your way, but he’s not worried about them—he’s focused on you.

Angela eventually pulls you away from the group and waves him over. “Spencer! You remember my friend right?”

You turn when she calls his name, and Spencer sees that smile again, the one that makes his heart beat a little faster. As he walks toward you, there’s a sudden nervousness he wasn’t expecting. He reminds himself to keep it casual, to not come across too eager.

“Hey, you made it,” you greet him with a smile that makes everything feel a little easier.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it,” he says, his voice surprisingly steady despite the fluttering in his chest. “I’m glad you could make it. I know it’s not easy being Angela’s plus one.”

You laugh lightly. “I don’t mind. Angela’s a great host.”

As the night goes on, Spencer starts to ease into the party, but there’s still that electric pull between you two. He notices how easy it is to talk to you, how comfortable you seem. It’s as if there’s an unspoken understanding between you two, a quiet connection that neither of you is willing to address just yet.

Later in the evening, Spencer finds you at the snack table, just standing there, looking around the room. The conversation flows naturally as he walks up to you, and he can’t help but tease.

“Where did Angela run off to?” Spencer asks with a playful smile.

You roll your eyes and smirk. “Rude of her to ditch me, huh?”

Spencer laughs. “I can keep you company, if you’d like.”

“I really liked your show, by the way,” he adds after a beat, glancing at you with a more serious look. “It was almost like you were singing right to me in that first song.”

You raise an eyebrow, teasing him, “Who says I wasn’t?”

Just as the playful energy between the two of you builds, Spencer hears someone call his name from across the room.

“Spencer!” Alex waves him over, his voice cutting through the tension.

Spencer looks over, his smile faltering just a little before he turns toward Alex. “Excuse me, one sec,” he says, though he’s reluctant to break the moment.

As Spencer walks away to join Alex, he catches sight of you making your way toward the bar. You seem to be heading over there to grab a drink, but what catches his attention is Ian—standing there next to you, his easy smile and proximity making Spencer pause.

He’s unsure what it is, but seeing the two of you together, even from a distance, stirs something inside him. As Alex continues talking to him, Spencer’s focus drifts, his eyes following your movements as you stand a little too close to Ian. He can see the light banter between you two, and the way you’re laughing together stirs a strange feeling of discomfort in his chest. He forces himself to listen to Alex, but he can’t help it—his gaze flicks back to you at the bar, trying to make sense of the strange twist of jealousy gnawing at him.

Spencer’s attention remains on you as he’s talking to Alex, his mind racing. He can hear Alex’s voice, but his focus is on the way you laugh with Ian at the bar. The sound of Ian’s laugh is easy, natural, and you respond with that same smile you wore earlier, the one that made Spencer’s stomach flip.

It’s not the way you’re talking to Ian—it’s the way you’re standing so close. The way your body angles toward him, as if they’re in their own little world. Spencer tries to shake off the feeling rising in his chest. It’s not jealousy, he tells himself. It’s just curiosity, just the typical social dynamics of a party.

But the longer he watches, the more it eats at him. He doesn’t know why it bothers him so much. You’re free to talk to whoever you want, right? But then why does it feel like a small spark of something deeper? His eyes dart back to Alex for a moment, but it’s hard to concentrate when he can see you laughing, smiling with Ian.

When Spencer finally pulls himself away from his conversation with Alex, he moves toward the bar, telling himself it’s nothing—just checking in, maybe grabbing another drink. But as he gets closer, he watches you lean in to listen to something Ian’s saying, and that’s when it hits him—he’s been avoiding this feeling all night, but it’s real. He’s not just a little interested. There’s something deeper there. And now, seeing you with Ian... he’s not sure if he’s ready for it.

“Hey,” Spencer says, his voice coming out a bit more clipped than he intends. He’s trying to sound casual, but there’s a tension simmering under his words. “You two having a good time?”

You glance up, noticing Spencer’s approach, and for a moment, the smile fades from your face. Ian, looks over and nods at Spencer “Hey man” he starts.

“Hey, Spencer,” you reply, your tone warm but with a touch of surprise. “Yeah, Ian and I were just talking about the party.” You don’t offer much else, but Spencer feels the way you avoid looking at him directly.

Ian gives Spencer a quick, polite nod before taking a step back. “I’m gonna grab another drink. You two catch up.”

As Ian walks away, the brief exchange leaves Spencer standing in front of you, an odd silence hanging in the air between you two. He’s not sure what to say now. His heart races, and the weight of the jealousy that’s taken root inside him is almost too much to ignore.

“So... you and Ian seem pretty close,” Spencer finally says, his voice low and laced with a hint of something he can’t quite place—frustration, maybe.

You laugh softly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes, and that’s when Spencer realizes he might have said the wrong thing. “Yeah, we’re friends, we’ve crossed paths a few times” you explain quickly, but there’s an edge to your tone, something that makes Spencer pause.

He nods, feeling like an idiot. Of course, you’re just friends. He doesn’t even know why he’s acting like this. You don’t owe him anything. You’re free to talk to anyone you want. But for some reason, the idea of you and Ian standing so close, sharing a joke, stings more than he expected. Finding out that you already know him, and he hasn’t had much of a real conversation with you.

For a moment, the tension between you two is palpable. Spencer’s not sure what to say next, the moment is broken by Angela’s voice cutting through “Come OOOON Y/N” she yells a bit too loud, grabbing your hand. “What kind of date am I if I don’t take you dancing?” Spencer watches as Angela grabs your hand and pulls you onto the dance floor, her laughter filling the air. 

Spencer hesitates for a moment, before he sees you glance back at him and he doesn’t think, he just follows. The moment you see him coming, something in your expression shifts. There’s a brief hesitation, a quiet realization that he’s coming closer, and then you smile, a little more knowingly than before.The two you dance along with the crowd

The music shifts - slowing down and you glance around slightly to see Angela wrap her arms playful around Tommy as others start to slow dance. Your eyes back to Spencer and you feel your cheeks flush. “Well” you tease “are you going to ask me to dance or am I going to be embarrassed?”

He steps closer to you, a moment of silent agreement passing between you. Your hands settle on his shoulders, and his touch finds your waist. The space between you both feels impossibly small, the warmth of his body against yours sending a jolt through you. You knew that his touch was going to drive you wild but it was more than you expected.

You both settle into the the dance for a moment when you feel Spencers words against your ear as he whispers “I’ve been thinking about you all week”  He swallows, trying to keep his cool. His voice is lower than usual, a light whisper, as if the words are more vulnerable than he meant them to be. “I can’t get you out of my head,” he whispers, the words falling from his lips before he can stop them.

There’s a brief pause, and he watches your eyes flicker over his face, searching for something. He doesn’t know if it’s a question or an answer, but it’s enough to send his heart racing.

The heat between you two is palpable now, as if the entire room has fallen away. Spencer holds your gaze, feeling the tension rise in his chest. You both move together in time with the music, but the air around you seems to buzz. It feels like the moment is stretching on forever, like neither of you is sure how to move forward, but neither of you wants to break away.

Just as it feels like the moment is going to explode, the music ends—just a little too soon. The spell is broken, and you both step back, the sudden shift in the air leaving an awkward silence between you.

Spencer clears his throat, as others break apart and keep dancing, forming a group again.

The party starts to wind down, the energy of the night fading as people begin to say their goodbyes. Spencer is standing by the door, talking with a few people, but his attention keeps drifting back to you. He can’t shake the feeling from the dance, the way you smiled at him, the way his heart had raced when he held you close.

Angela, who’s been watching the two of you all night with that knowing look, suddenly approaches Spencer. “Oh, I’m glad you’re still here,” she says, her voice light, but there’s a subtle hint of something in her tone. “I’m not feeling great. Do you think you could take y/n home? She lives really close to you, right?”

Spencer’s eyes snap to you, who’s standing off to the side talking to a few people. Your smile fades when you see Angela looking at you, and you quickly excuse yourself, walking over to the two of them.

“Yeah, sure,” Spencer replies a little too quickly, trying to hide the relief in his voice. He hadn’t expected the chance to spend more time with you, but now that it’s been presented to him, he’s not about to let it slip away. “I’m happy to give her a ride.”

You roll your eyes at Angela’s matchmaking, but there’s a soft smile on your face as you step closer to Spencer. “I guess I’m stuck with you now,” you tease, but there’s something in your voice that makes Spencer think you don’t mind.

Angela winks and pats Spencer on the shoulder. “Don’t take too long,” she says, leaving the two of you standing there in an odd, unexpected silence.

Spencer quickly gestures toward the door. “Shall we?” he says, his voice light, though there’s an undercurrent of something deeper. He doesn’t know why, but the idea of being alone with you in the car feels like a moment of possibility.

You nod, and the two of you make your way out of the party, stepping into the crisp night air. The drive is quiet for a while, the hum of the engine filling the space between you. Spencer glances over at you, trying to gauge how you’re feeling. The tension from the dance still lingers, the unspoken words hanging in the air.

“So, uh, how’s everything going with your music?” Spencer asks, breaking the silence. It’s a safe question, something to keep the conversation going, but there’s a nervous edge to it. He’s not sure why he’s so anxious, but he feels like something’s shifting between you two.

You shrug, your gaze focused out the window as the city lights pass by. “It’s going well. You know, just trying to figure things out. I’ve been playing for years, but the whole ‘getting noticed’ part is always a bit tricky. But I love it, so that’s enough, I guess.”

Spencer nods, feeling a connection with you in that moment. “I get that. Sometimes it’s not about the spotlight, right? Just doing what you love.”

You smile slightly, but it’s the kind of smile that feels bittersweet. “Yeah, exactly.” You turn to look at him then, and the brief look you share is enough to send another wave of tension through the car. You both know there’s something more here, something neither of you is saying, but neither of you is ready to voice it yet.

As you near your house, the silence between you two feels different now, more comfortable in a way, but also filled with the weight of everything unsaid.

Spencer parks in front of your place, his fingers lingering on the steering wheel for a moment longer than necessary. He turns to you, trying to read your expression.

“Well, here we are,” he says, his voice quieter than before. There’s something about this moment that feels like a turning point, like he’s on the edge of saying something important but isn’t sure if it’s the right time. “Can I uh–walk you to your door?” he asks and you nod, both getting out of the car.

You glance at him, your eyes soft, almost uncertain. “Thanks for the ride,” you reply, your voice more subdued than before.

Before you open the door, though, you hesitate, turning back to Spencer. “About earlier...” you begin, your words careful, like you’re trying to explain something you don’t fully understand yourself but he interrupts “I don’t know why I said that. I didn’t mean to make things... weird.”

Your brow furrows slightly, unsure what he mean. “It’s fine. You didn’t make things weird.” But he’s aware of the tension between you two, how it’s simmering just below the surface, like it’s ready to boil over.

You take a breath, then step closer to him, your movements slow but deliberate. “Actually, no. I should probably say this.” You look into his eyes, and for a moment, everything around you disappears. “I feel the same way,” you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve..not been able to stop thinking about you.”

Spencer’s heart stops for a moment, and before he can think, he’s moving toward you. His lips meet yours, tentative at first, testing the waters. When you kiss him back, it’s like the world shifts, the tension breaking as you both fall into the moment. The kiss deepens, and when you pull back, you’re both breathless.

You smile softly, taking his hand as you both walk toward your front door. “Thanks for walking me to my door,” you murmur, your voice soft but full of meaning.

The door opens, but neither of you lets go of each other’s hands. The moment lingers as you both step inside.