there is something moon-soaked and dawn-flavored about her

Shayne chuckles beside her, arm going to wrap around her shoulders as he keeps his eyes on you. “It's like watching an old married couple.”

Courtney snorts at that, hand coming up to hide their mouth so it goes unnoticed by those around her, she watches you closely. The way you’re fighting off a smile despite the seriousness of the situation and how you’ve subconsciously moved closer to Spencer. Almost invading his space but he allows it. Like it's natural for you to exist in a space where your center of gravity is each other. She tilts her head to the side, a knowing smile growing on her lips. 

“10 bucks says they’re gonna make out at the next holiday party.” 

Shayne's eyes move to Courtney now, filled with mischief and conspiracy, as he reaches his hand out to hers, “$20 says they’ll do it before then.” Courtney raises an eyebrow at their husband, but reaches her hand out and shakes it. An agreement, silly and light and not meant to be anything serious. 

But as all things do at Smosh, it got out of hand pretty quickly.

Somewhere, somehow, he’s not sure when, Shayne lets it slip to some of the other cast that he and Courtney have a bet. It might have been during a shoot week, in between the chaos of videos. 

Where he watched you and Spencer bicker over the best spot on the games couch when you were play testing (Spencer claimed you had stolen his spot, you argued he couldn’t claim a spot on the most comfortable couch in the studio). Both of your eyes alight with joy and playful teasing. Eventually he gave up and settled down beside you, thighs and shoulders pressing much closer than they needed to be given the size of the couch. He’s pretty sure he heard Marcus make a comment about how close you two were to one of the new staff who was shadowing him for the day. 

Or it was at lunch amidst the loud conversation of the office that seemed quiet against the clatter of cutlery or plates, where he couldn’t hear you but could see you lightly slap his hand away from your plate as he reached over for one of your fries. A pout forming on Spencer's lips as he begs you for one, you give in easily and push the plate into the middle of you. Shayne smiles at this but doesn’t miss the way that Angela fake gags and calls you love-sick fools. 

Maybe it had been during a party, someone's birthday celebration at a bar downtown. Spencer didn’t come, but Shayne and Tommy had watched from the side as you leaned against Spencer's desk and basically begged him to join you all for just an hour. He remembers later that night, being huddled into a booth with the rest of the cast discussing how it was driving them all crazy, how the two of you were absolutely into each other but refused to admit it. It might have been then that it slipped, but with the alcohol flowing through his brain he couldn’t remember. 

What he did remember was waking up the next day to a new group chat and a meeting scheduled for that Monday to go over the rules of the bet. The meeting was set up as some cast only nonsense (with Tommy included under the ruse it was to go over some social stuff and challenges they could do for tiktok). You and Spencer didn’t bat an eye at it, too busy with your own production meetings and planning the next few months worth of shoots. 

That Monday, Shayne and Courtney arrived at the meeting to find Noah and Olivia already there in a deep but not heated discussion about the fact that they thought you were already dating. 

They discussed how close you were, the fact they had found you napping wrapped up around or on top of each other more times they can count on both hands. How you were always at each other's sides, not just when working on the same shoot but everywhere. Like something had bonded your two souls together and separating would have been painful.  The casual affection you showed, hands ruffling hair, arms slung around shoulders, legs thrown over the others, and how you liked to play with Spencer's fingers almost mindlessly when talking. 

Then there was the bickering, small teasing arguments about silly things like what sauce to use on fries, what setting to have the AC on, what bands and games were superior. The comparison to an ‘old married couple’ was thrown out more than once as they talked. 

Honestly, when they found out you were just friends it sent them into orbit and they thought they had entered an alternate dimension. Courtney and Shayne laughed at them and explained that no you were not dating and yes it's frustrating and yes we’re going to do something about it. 

As everyone else filters in, Tommy bringing in coffee for everyone, Amanda bringing in steaming hot baked treats, and Chance and Angela coming with the makings of a full conspiracy board, the meeting comes to life. 

They agree on the parameters of the bet, everyone has a different time frame for the two of you finally admitting your feelings, and rules are set in place. Meddling is definitely allowed but it’s restricted. No blackmail, no forcing it, no telling them themselves, no arranging friend dates and then bailing last minute. They can nudge in the right direction, but can’t intervene past that. And the closest wins. 

By the end of the meeting, the whiteboard is covered with everyone's bets (Ian walked in at that point, simply shook his head and declared he was staying out of it and walked away, completely forgetting what he had originally come in for);

Olivia - One month 

Angela - Two months

Shayne - Three months 

Noah - Smosh 20th celebration

Courtney - Halloween party

Amanda - Christmas party 

Tommy - New Years party 

Chance - Eight months

Olivia was the first to lose. After the first meeting she, gently, asked if you were seeing anyone and when you said no her heart soared a little but quickly dropped when you said you weren’t really interested in dating at the minute. However, she didn’t miss the way your eyes had glanced over to Spencer for a micro-second longing and affection filling your gaze and that gave her a little hope. 

When you asked why, she just pretended that she was planning a double date with her partner and was wondering if you would be up for joining because Shayne and Courtney had to drop out. You apologised to her for not being able to help, mentioning that maybe Chance and Hunter could join instead. She simply nodded her head and (literally) skipped away. 

Later that week, she approached with some cinema tickets for a new indie film coming out and asked if you wanted them and she gently nudged you to take Spencer with you, mentioning it was a director she had heard him talk about. You smiled sweetly at her and thanked her, taking them and texting Spencer. She noticed then you had him saved as (Spence❤️) and she felt a little triumphant. 

But that quickly crashes around her when she hears Spencer talking a week later about a date he went on with a girl that wasn’t you. Not to the movie, she knew the two of you had gone because you had sent her a photo. It caused her to deflate slightly and also caused her to want to bang her head into a wall. 

What did perk her up a little bit though, was the way he was speaking. It wasn’t disrespectful, but it was clipped. Quiet. Only little bits of information and he called her nice enough, not rudely. Just an acknowledgment that they didn’t mesh. Whereas with you, he would wax poetic about you. How smart, funny and kind you are, always dropping into some long-winded story about a bit you did with literal hearts in his eyes. 

With only a week left, she had to up her game. So she cornered you. Well, not cornered you, but sat beside you while you scrolled on your phone in a quiet part of the office where few people knew existed. She started a small interrogation, asking you about Spencer and if you hung out outside the office. You answered her questions honestly, arms folded against your chest while you eyes her wearily. 

You liked Olivia, were friends with her, but you never talked boys with her before and it caught you off guard. It sent alarm bells in your mind to be careful with what you say, though you trusted her, you didn’t want to give away too much of your heart while you were still trying to figure it out. When you ask her why all the questions, she simply shrugs in that very Olivia way as she speaks.

“It’s just cute how you two bicker like an old married couple, I was just wondering how close you were. Honestly I thought you were dating” before she disappears again. Hope blooming in her chest that she had managed to plant a seed in your mind. 

While it plants a thought in your mind, it's not the one she hopes and unfortunately the next week her name is scrawled out on the whiteboard. 

Next Angela is eliminated, though her meddling, in typical Angela fashion, is a little more aggressive than Olivia's. After Olivia’s failure she knew she would have to push a little harder. So, on a girly brunch and self-care day with just you and her - that included one- two (maybe three) too many mimosas, face masks, wine, a table full of snacks and shitty reality TV at her apartment, she turns and asks straight out, “Have you ever considered dating Spencer?” 

You're shocked, stopped right in your tracks like a deer caught in the headlights, because the truth was you had considered it. More times than you would admit out loud, it had started as quiet though in the back of your mind. A candle that burned in the darkest recesses but was bright enough to be noticeable but over time it had grown into a roaring fire, one you couldn’t extinguish no matter how hard you tried. 

Getting over your shock, you clear your throat and set your wine glass down on the table and, almost involuntarily, curl into yourself. Knees drawn up to your chest and back hunched as you wrap your arms around them and place your chin down on your knee cap. Your heart hammers in your chest, drowning out the sound of love island or love is blind (you’re not sure which one is currently playing), as you look at Angela. 

She has a small wince on her face, as if her brain had only just caught up to what she said and how it might make you feel, but you know there’s no malice there. Just friendly curiosity, and you don’t blame her. She had been witness to your pining for so long now, it only made sense she picked up on it. She goes to apologise, “I’m sor-” tripping across her tongue but you stop her with a smile.

“It’s okay Ang. Really,” You sigh and lick your lips, trying to gather your thoughts, “I have…thought about it.” 

Angela nods slowly, encouragement to go on, “But I don’t want to ruin anything between us. I love having him in my life and the thought of him turning round and telling me he doesn’t feel the same is absolutely terrifying.” 

Angela smiles again and nods her head, understanding settling in. It's a reasonable fear, one Angela knows is completely unfounded because she had seen the way Spencer looked at you. Like the secrets of the universe existed in your eyes and beneath your skin. Like you were something even the greatest artists could replicate. 

Thankfully, she drops it after that. Apologising again for asking and promising it would stay between the two of you, and it does. She doesn’t tell the others of your fears, the secret held close to her chest and just for the two of you to share. That doesn’t mean she stops her meddling. 

Instead she starts taking candid photos of you and Spencer and pointing out the way he looked at you in text. Telling you how he never brings her coffee or comes over to personally explain rules when she doesn’t understand board games. Pointing out things that he only does for you. But it’s to no avail, you simply shrug her off and remind her that Chance does all those things for her instead. So with a small huff, she accepted defeat as her names crossed off the board.

Shayne changes things up, he leaves you alone knowing the girls are already on your ass about it, and decides to approach Spencer. It's after work, the two of them going over to Spencer's place to try one of the vintage games they had discovered during their ‘guessing games’ series. 

As they wait for the game to download, take out already ordered and on the way, they talk about their day and Spencer recounts the Moose Master video they had recorded that day. How you bullied Spencer the whole game, bickering with him over rules and calling him out when he missed up. How cute you looked when you stuck your tongue out at him after he accused you of messing up only to be wrong. 

That last comment made Shayne raise his eyebrow in question and Spencer began to stutter over his words, a flush reddening his skin as his brain caught up with what he was saying. Shayne laughs, head thrown back as he struggles to breath. It's not a mean laugh, more of an I got ya laugh because he had been trying for months (even before the bet) to get Spencer to admit his feelings for you. 

Feeling merciful, Shayne decides not to push it further, just claps Spencer on the back and congratulates him on finally catching up with what everyone else already knows, at least for now.

When they’re winding down for the night, Shayne turns to Spencer with a small smile on his face that immediately disarms Spencer. Throws him for a loop so hard his head was spinning. It was different, not the usual smile full of boyish charm and laughter but slightly more serious. 

“You know, the two of you remind me of Courtney and I before we started dating.”

If the smile threw Spencer for a loop, the words sent his world spiralling. But he kept calm, leaning back against the sofa with his ankle resting on the opposite knee. He was relaxed, comfortable, and while vulnerability and feelings weren’t regular discussions for him and Shayne, it was nice to have someone to talk to about this instead of bottling it all up inside.  

They discussed what Spencer was feeling, how he had been going on more dates lately to try and get over them and how overwhelming they sometimes felt. How when you smiled of him and it sent electricity through his veins or how he loved bickering with you because it made your face light up with such a smile it made his heart stutter and heat to rush through him. The adrenaline rush of rising on a roller coaster just before it plummeted back to earth being the only thing he could describe it as. 

Shayne was happy his friend was opening up to him, seeing the way his eyes lit up as he talked about you and how you made him feel alive, and he locked the secrets away in a cage tight to his chest. He knew the inevitable was coming, it was just a waiting game now. So when his name was scored off the board two weeks later, he doesn’t mind. He was just happy to help push Spencer in the right direction.

It’s two weeks before the Smosh 20th Anniversary party when you finally tell Spencer something is up. You’re sitting on his sofa, switch in hand as you work on your animal crossing island, legs thrown over his and buried under a large knitted blanket you had brought with you months ago but never taken home. Part of you liked having it there, a part of your soul left behind just for Spencer. 

Spencer sits, hunched over slightly with his elbows on his knees and chest pressed against your calves, as he focuses on the screen in front of him. You’re not sure what he’s playing, some indie horror game he had raved at you about but you had never heard of. 

“Hey Spencer?”

He glances at you as you place your switch down, pauses his game and sets the controller on the armrest of the sofa so he can turn his full attention to you even without you asking for it. He leans back on the sofa, one hand dipping under the blankets to gently lay on your leg. 

“What’s up?”

You look serious and slightly concerned and it sets him on edge, he involuntarily tenses as if he’s bracing for impact. His mind reels as he thinks that something bad is going to pass your lips, some news that will leave him reeling and gasping for air but as you speak, he softens again. 

“Have you noticed everyone's been acting strange the last few months?” You chew gently on your bottom lip, a nervous habit and Spencer reaches out to thumb gently at it and get you to release it , instead giving you his hand to play with his fingers. 

“What do you mean?” 

You sigh lightly, shifting so you’re just a little bit closer to Spencer now and you place your elbow on the back of the sofa and lean you head against you palm. 

“Just...very invested in our love lives. Like Olivia asking if I’m dating a few months back. Amanda asking if I’m on any of the dating apps and what I look for in a partner out of the blue. Even Tommy on the latest Culinary Crimes kept making remarks about how romantic some of the meals would be.”

You shrug your shoulders slightly, confusion settling in the air around you, “It’s just…strange”

His eyes glimmer slightly, a knowing look filling them and it causes you to tilt your head. Unspoken words he can read as clear as any book, telling him to please explain. 

“Oh yeah, there’s a bet about how long it's going to take us to start dating” 

Spencer laughs at your expression, eyes bulging and eyebrows shooting up into your hairline. 

“Brennan let it slip a few days ago, I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Relief floods through you, earlier paranoia that they were somehow plotting to set you up with someone giving way to a warmness and lightness. You roll your eyes at their antics and sigh with a shake of your head.

Spencer looks at you now, with how close you are to him (chest basically pressed against his) he can see the constellations in your eyes where he swears he sees a shooting star. He makes a wish on it. That no matter what happens in these next few minutes, he would still have you in his life. 

“Have you ever thought about it?”

Your voice is soft, a whisper. But Spencer hears it clear as day, the hum of his playstation and the air conditioning and even the cat knocking something over in another room just background noise to the sounds of you. He leans closer now, his curls tickling your forehead as your nose bumps into his.

“Nearly everyday for the past 4 years, you?” 

Another whisper, but a declaration nonetheless. One thats send your heart soaring into the stratosphere and makes you feel like you’re floating on clouds.

“Everyday since I first meet you.”

Theres a silence in the room now, the world leaning in against you and taking a breath. Giving the confession a place to live and breath and grow into something more. Something sacred meant for just the two of you. 

Theres a single moment. A heartbeat. A synced breath. Then, a kiss. Featherlight and tentative. Both of you moving at the same time as Spencers hand is released from yours and placed on the curve of your neck, yours is firmly placed against his chest. The steady beat of his heart against your palm a reckoning moment telling you this is real. 

Another kiss, firmer. More sure, is placed against your lips and you move to tangle a hand in Spencers curls as his rubs soft circles into your leg under the blanket. When you pull apart, you can still feel Spencers heart beat. A drum beat mirroring your own. Your breath is low and laboured, foreheads pressed together as the moment settles around you and the world comes back to life. 

You hear something fall over beside you, a side ways glance tells you the cat is now begging for attention as it has knocked over a figurine from the coffee table and you both chuckle. 

Spencer pressed another kiss to your lips, soft, but grounding. As he pulls away, he speaks low and quiet, “Guess that means Noah wins the bet,” and you laugh as your body curls in around Spencer again. Your head resting on his chest as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and the cat curls up in your laps.

That’s what it was like with Spencer, the quiet moments in editing bays and production meetings giving space to something greater than just friendship. Nights spent curled up in one anothers arm playing games and watching movies blurring the lines between friendship and romance until they were so entangled in one another that you couldn’t tell them apart. 

When he finally kissed you one night at this place, you gently pushed against the edge of the kitchen counter, his hands on your waist and yours tangled in his hair. The stream burst into a waterfall. Love, bursting at the very seams of your soul soaked through your skin and nerves and body and left you feeling light, happy. 

That was the start of yours and Spencer's relationship. You never intended on keeping it a secret, not for very long anyway, in the early stages you kept it close to your chests. You knew what your friends were like, you loved them deerly, but they were dramatic (they are mostly comedians after all) and you liked the quiet intimacy of just you knowing. The stolen kisses in empty corridors and sweet looks from across rooms something meant just for you. 

But as with any secret, it is hard to keep. Slowly your friends and co-workers start piecing things together, your little bubble leaking air but not completely popping just yet. Courtney’s the first one to figure it out. They’re one of your closest friends at Smosh, so of course they figure it out first. But she isn’t loud about, doesn’t scream and shout it to the heavens, she speaks to you in hushed conversation over lunch one day. 

“So you and Spencer, huh?”

Her eyebrows wiggle slightly, her tone light and teasing as she eats some of the candy from the bowl you keep at your desk and you just roll your eyes and chuckle. “Yeah, me and Spencer.” 

She smiles at you, eyes warm and bright and full of the familial love you shared with one another, arms reaching out and pulling you into a tight hug. They don’t tell you how they know, just congratulate and tease with an “about damn time” and when you roll yours eye at her again she points an accusing finger in your face and get semi-serious for all of 30 seconds, “Hey, you said the same thing with me and Shayne” and you laugh, because it was true. You had watched her and Shayne pine and yearn for years and you cried through your speech at their wedding where you had uttered the exact same words. Her serious facade breaks quickly as she giggles along with you. 

After that, you tell Spencer that Courntey knows and he tells you that Shayne knows as well, the other man cornering Spencer after a shoot and playing up the protective ‘big brother’ role he and audience had put him in with you, playfully threatening Spencer before he dissolved into small giggles and congratulated him knowing just how long his friend had been yearning for him. 

You decide then, you would keep it quiet but it wouldn’t be a secret. Small moments that were for just the two of you before are now public, walking into the office hand in hand, kisses on cheeks as you go to your separate desks or before you separate for shoots, arms and legs thrown over one anothers as you work or sit together on the sofas throughout the office. Everyone watches on, soft knowing smiles on their faces as you interact, you don’t tell them. You don’t have to, they all see it and very few people comment on it, and the ones that do offer congratulations and hugs and promises to keep it quiet. 

You even start to drop small hints in videos, you mentioning your boyfriend during a reddit video, Spencer talking about his girlfriend loves Resident Evil during a stream and how he’s watched you speed run it, small hints here and there just showing that you’re both in a relationship but never mentioning names. There's photos on both your instagrams showing the shadow or reflection of the other, nothing obvious, a peak through a stained glass window showing shapes and colour but not the full image. 

The fans eat it up, there's conspiracies on the Smosh reddit page about who it could be, people deep diving into social media posts and comparing tagged locations and times but you never say anything that gives too much away. When you’re ready, you’ll tell the world, but for now everyone who needs to know, knows. Well, at least you thought they did. 

It comes to light during a Who Meme’d it episode that one Angela Giarratana does not know. On the stage, as competitors are Angela, Chanse and you. Shayne as usual is dressed in an absurd suit, this time it is a light blue suit covered in a rubber duck print he even has rubber duck socks on, and when he enters everyone giggles. The game starts and after a few rounds, the energy is electric and the chaos levels are rising, your cheeks hurt from laughing and you’re struggling to breath as Angela squints out at the audience of crew members who could make it for the tapping, employing her usual strategy of trying to find the person in the audience, it doesn’t help that she has once again lost her glasses. 

“Next meme!” 

You all turn to the screen and see the drake meme with the text reading ‘Spencer sayin this is one of his favourite games’ and ‘Spencer saying this is one of his girlfriends favourite games’, you all laugh and you turn your eyes out to the crowd, narrowing your eyes at him and sticking your tongue out childishly as he blows you kiss. You know instantly it’s his because the two of you had sat and watched a 5 minute compilation of him saying “this is my girlfriends favourite game” a few nights before and laughed your asses off. 

What draws your attention back though is Angela as she says, rather loudly, “I don’t think Spencers girlfriends real.”

There’s a small stretch of silences as the words stretch over the sound sage, everyone taking a moment to register her words before laughter fills the air. You turn to look at Spencer, who happened to be directly behind one of the cameras, and give him a look of pure confusion but he’s too busy laughing to notice. Instead you turn to Angela, a questioning tilt to your head and your eye brows scrunched up together. 

You were baffled. You had been quiet about it for sure, never making some grand announcement or even sending a slack message, but you were’nt discreet either. You were practically glued to each others sides whenever you could be, holding hands or with his arm over your shoulder, you were pretty sure she also had a photo of the two of you napping on the games couch in between shotos on her phone. “Angela, what do you mean?”

Her eyes are wide as she looks around the room, shocked at the reaction from everyone and she chuckles slightly as she said, “They’ve been together for what like 6 months and we’ve never met her? She’s not real.” She says it almost jokingly, to the point that you believe she's doing a bit until Shayne double overs in laughter, hand clutched to his stomach and tears in his eyes and Chanse rubs at his temple almost like a mother losing her patience. 

You start to laugh as well as she shouts “what?” over the laughter, head whipping from side to side as she takes in her friends and co-workers absolutely losing it around her. You settle your own laughter, fanning your face to dry the tears in your eyes before taking her shoulders in your hands and turning her towards you. You look serious, and she thinks shes in trouble until you start speaking a slight teasing tone in your voice, but still serious enough that she knows its the truth. 

“Angela, you know I’m Spencers girlfriend right? It’s very important to me that you know this.”

Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head as she looks between you and Spencers behind the camera, whos currently whipping tears from his eyes and who also blows you a kiss, and then shes gone. Voice rising above the thrall as people finally settle their laughter, only to kick up again at her reaction. “WHAT?” 

Her hands fly up onto your shoulders now and she shakes you gently, “You’re kidding me right? This is a bit?” You shake your head at her, laughter bubbling past your lips again and she starts whipping her head back and forth again before settling on the laughing crew, “Does everybody know?”

They all nod their heads and continue laughing amongst themselves while Angela turns back to you, eyes narrowed into a glare but theres no venom behind it and you can see she’s trying to hide a smile behind a snarl. “You traitor, you didn’t tell me!” 

You finally settle your laughter and smile gently at her, “Ang, honey, we didn’t tell anybody, except HR, everyone kind of figured it out” Her glare softens and she pouts slightly before placing her forearms on the table and burying her head in her arms, mumbling to herself while you rub at her back soothingly. Everyones laughter finally settles and Angela perks up beside you, her finger pointing accusingly at you as she declares that you and her are going to brunch on Saturday for a debrief and you will be paying for your betrayal. You simply nod along and agree with her, sending a look into the camera that has Brennan chuckling. 

Emily Rose calls cut for a few moments to let everyone gather themselves and to reset a few things, as well as replace a memory card on one of the cameras, and Angela launches into a small interrogation of how, what, when, where. You giggle at her antics and promise to tell her everything at brunch. 

At brunch you tell Angela everything, how Spencer had been your best friend, your person for years, and how easy it was to fall in love with him. You tell her about the time you first realised you were in love with him, a quiet movie night at your place with his arm wrapped around your shoulders he's waxing poetic about the director and the choices and how you thought to yourself that you could listen to him talk to the end of time. How he kissed you for the first time. Why you decided to stay quiet about it and just live in your little bubble. She was sweet and understanding, wrapping you in her arms and making you promise (jokingly) that she would be brides maid at the wedding. 

The next week, while sitting with Spencer, you get a slack from a group chat with Emily Rose and Bailey about the video as they were sending the raw footage to Andre to edit and wanted to know if you wanted to include the footage of Angelas realisation. Obviously they would never add it without your consent, it was your secret to tell the world. You had both been living in a bubble slowly leaking air and decided, it was time to pop it and so you told them yes. And the comments went wild

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Our Crews Roasts Us AGAIN | Who Meme'd It

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@ userone: I FUCKING CALLED IT

↳ usertwo: shout out to all the reddit conspiracists who posted about this months ago, we should have believed you

↳ userthree: no literally, where are all the people who said it wasn't true now?hmm?

@ userfour: angela's reaction killed me

↳ userfive: honestly, she probably didn't notice because she never has her glasses on

↳ usersix: this made me cackle

@ userseven: can someone please now make a compilation of all the times Spencer and (Y/N) were cute on camera?

↳ usereight: on it

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yourusername

yourusername now the (not-so-secret) secrets out, here's some photos i didn't post (creds to ang for that last pic)

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co_mill finally, we can do on double dates

↳ yourusername orrr...we dump the guys and we go on a date? 😘

↳ co_mill spa day?

↳ spennser @ co_mil stop trying to steal my girl

↳ shaynetopp @ yourusername stop tyring to steal my wife

usernameone they're so cute

usernametwo was that photo taken before or after angela found out?

↳ yourusername before

↳ usernametwo THE QUEEN REPLIES! but how did she not know 😂

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spennser

spennser my girls pretty cool

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angelagiovanagiarratana why are you holding onto her head like that though?

↳ spennser she kept wandering off to pet stary cats

userone shes so cute wondering off to pet cats

usetwo i can't believe we got another smosh hard launchs in the big '25

You had explained how you spent many nights in your grandmothers arms, during restless nights filled with nightmares and terrors that haunted your young mind, staring up at the moon as she told your stories and promised that no matter what she would always be with you all you had to do was look up at the moon and she would be watching you. 

Quietly, Damien moves to the kitchen and makes you some tea with a drop of honey and your homemade lavender syrup before he returns to the living room. Setting the tea down on the table beside the love seat and wrapping a threadbare knitted blanket around your shoulders to fight off the chill in the air.

Some nights the tea lies untouched on the table and Damien simply sits beside you. A comforting and grounding presence against the war waged in your mind, in comfortable silence and if you feel like talking he's there to listen, to comfort, to support. Other nights, you lean into him. Head against his chest, calmed by the steady rhythm of his heart beating, the warmth of his body seeping into you and his arm wrapped around your shoulder being a welcome pressure reminding you that he was here. That he would always be by your side and offering the welcome reminder that you could still feel something. 

Tonight is one of those nights and as you lay your head against Damien, you thank him for the tea as he places a small kiss against your forehead. “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

You let out a deep breath, tears starting to well in your eyes again. You thought you had cried yourself dry in the hours since you tried to go to sleep until now but apparently not. Always quick to react and to comfort Damien gently cups your face with his free hand and gently wipes at the tears as they fall as he places another kiss to your forehead and rocks you slightly from side to side. 

This time of year was tough. It had been ever since your grandmother had died 2 years prior. The fall and winter was always her favourite time of year and Christmas her favourite holiday. She loved decorating the tree, you and your cousins trailing at her feet and helping where you could, doing arts and crafts with you at the dinner table and complimenting your amazing hand turkeys and the pieces of fallen leaves you had glued to add ambience to your picture (you could remember her laughing when you said that at 7 years old and asking how you even knew the meaning of the word), learning how to knit with her in the quiet inbetween moments when it was just you and her. Most of all she loved having a fully and happy home with her adult children talking amongst themselves while the grandchildren ran rampant across the house, always telling the parents to let them be when everyone got a little rowdy and waving them off with a they’re just kids. You had all of your happiest memories with her around this time. 

You thought you had worked through the grief, through the pain of losing her. You had spent months after it happened in therapy, specifically seeking out a grief therapist to go to in conjunction with your normal therapist.

But grief is weird. It's not a fleeting emotion, not one that you feel in a single day and then it's gone. It stays with you, no matter how hard you try to fight it. In the immediate hours, days, weeks and even years after a person or beloved pet passes, it is an all consuming feeling. The weight of it felt in every fibre of your being, your bones, your soul. It's a dark claw clenching into your skin, leaking inky darkness into your veins until it wraps around your heart and it squeezes so tight you don’t think you’ll survive it. But you do. It takes time. But you learn to walk with the weight of it. You get stronger each day so it becomes a little bit easier bit by bit to carry the weight. While the ink remains, as you live and grow and love your heart fills with colours too. Each happy moment a flourish of colour fighting against the blackness until its nothing more than a speck amongst a kaleidoscope of vibrant colours. But it's never truly gone. It lives within us for the rest of our lives and in some moments, even days, the weight feels a 1000 times heavier than before and that speck of darkness sometimes shifts to the center of the kaleidoscope so it's all you can see in its mirrored reflection. But it also acts as a reminder, you survived the grief once and you will survive again. 

Today was one of those days for you. It seemed that no matter where you turned or what you did, there was a reminder of your grandmother. A hummingbird flitting about your little balcony garden, it had been her favourite bird. Her favourite songs playing in your car and nearly every store you went into that day as you attempted to finish your Christmas shopping. The flower shop attendant gifting you a small bouquet of sweet peas with your purchase as a thank you for being a loyal customer, it had been your grandmother's nickname for you and a plant she always had growing in her gardens.  Even a little girl, walking hand in hand with her grandmother through the mall as they went to visit Santa together. It had all made the grief feel fresh and raw and heavy and you had rushed home where you could let the tears fall. 

The final nail in the coffin for the overwhelming grief you now felt, a package from one of your aunts that included childhood photos of you and her, her favourite book the edges worn and yellowed from year being read, and a letter. She had written it before she died, and it details all ways she loved and was proud of you and how she would always be with you and all you would have to do is look to the moon and know she was there. That was when the dam finally broke and the tears flowed freely. 

Damien had come home to find you curled up on the sofa, the letter in your hand and the cats curled up with you one at your feet and the other on your knee. He was quick to come to you, to ask what was wrong, but you hadn’t wanted to talk then and he understood. He didn’t push, he didn’t pry or try to force you to open up to him, he trusted you would when you were ready. 

Instead, he sat beside you, held your hand and talked about his day a little to try and cheer you up. He told you stories about Shayne on Try Not to Laugh, about how Angela exploded during a game of Moose Master and an insane reddit story he had filmed that day. It wasn’t that he didn’t care what you were feeling, he did but he thought in that moment what you needed was a distraction and it worked. Happiness and joy bubbled through you at the stories, though a little subdued, and suddenly there was colour mixing in with the blackness that had surrounded you. 

You laughed along to some of his stories, albeit a little weak and watery from the crying, and came back to life just a little bit. After telling his stories, Damien leaned over and placed a kiss on your head and told you to stay there while he made dinner. After dinner, though he was supposed to stream that night, Damien sat with you on the sofa with your back against his chest and his fingers running through your hair or rubbing gentle circles into your skin while you watched a movie before you both went to bed for the night. 

But even in your dreams, you couldn’t escape the grief. You had visions of your grandmother, her bright smiling face looking down at you as if she was the moon while you walked a winding road through the trees, her light guiding you to the exit and to a feeling of safety and calm. It was a surreal dream, and it had been the first dream you had of her in a long time. When you woke, it was with a start and a pounding heart. The dream wasn’t scary, it wasn’t a nightmare. But rather a soft reminder that you can go on and that your grandmother was still with you, all you had to do was look up at the moon and she would be there. 

Which is how you ended up where you are now, securely wrapped up in a blanket with Damien by your side as you stared out the window at the moon. 

“My family's finally going through my grandmother's stuff,” your voice is soft, hoarse as you speak. If the tried tear stains weren’t enough, it was proof you had been crying, “I got a package today with some stuff in it, there's probably more to come, but this was the important stuff.”

Damien gives a soft hmm in response as he continues to stroke gently at your cheek. “Um…there was a letter in it from her and todays just been filled with reminders of her and it was tough.”

Damien places another kiss to your forehead and pulls you closer to him, never interjecting, just letting you speak as he listens. “I needed to talk to her for a bit and I can’t go to the grave because its out of state so I came here”

A soft smile makes its way to Damien’s lips as he looks out the window and sees the full moon shining down on the two of you, the soft light illuminating you both in a silver glow almost like a warm embrace. Like she had been listening before and was listening now, he got why you found it comforting. Even now, when he wasn’t the one in distress it felt like a wam hug, an acknowledgement of what had happened, what would come to happen and that fact that despite it all you would be okay. 

“I like to think that she’s up there,” Your eyes stopped watering and you snuggled in closer to Damien, head turning slightly to place a tender kiss to the palm of his hand before you turned to look up at him, “And she can hear me when I talk to the moon.”

He smiles gently at you, eyes quickly glancing to the moon before moving back to your face, “I think so too.” There's nothing rude or condescending about the way he says, but understanding and belief like he truly means it. “Why don’t we talk to her together?” 

Setting your cup of tea down on the table, you fold your knees up underneath you and pull your favourite throw blanket over the top. It's old and frayed at the edges from one too many washes , but you can’t bring yourself to throw it out or replace it. It was one of the first gifts Spencer had gotten you when you started dating, you had mentioned off handely when playing a game of Blockbuster how much you loved My Neighbour Totoro and how it was your favourite Studio Ghibli movie and the next week a package had arrived at your door. It was originally a white blanket, though it had greyed a little over the years, with Totoro, Chu and Chibi all lined up together like little nesting dolls while soot sprites decorated the edges. It became an instant favourite, being used almost constantly when it wasn’t being washed and even though now you definitely had nicer (and warmer) blankets it was always your go to for nights like this. 

When the unusual California rain patters gently against the window and thunder rumbles far in the distance and lightning strikes even farther away, a gentle storm passing you by as you sink yourself into the universe of your books and away from the world around you. 

Spencer joins you in the office, a silent kiss pressed to your forehead before he moves to his PC at the other end. You both had a long day,a long week at that and needed your own time to decompress and come back to Earth after stress left you hanging on by a shoe thread, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do it together. You, head buried in a book, the world around you non-existent as you are absorbed by the words on the page, and Spencer, head phones on and focus so pin-sharp he could notice an in-game enemy by just the footsteps on the ground, enjoying each others company without the expectation that conversation had to be exchanged. 

As you open your book, a beautiful sprayed edge special edition of The Hunger Games Mockingjay you had recently obtained, you check the time on your phone and see 21:30 flashing back to you,  perfect. You didn’t have work tomorrow, so you had plenty of time to read. 

As you lose yourself in your book, the sound of the rain, the click of the keyboard and Spencer's voice as he plays the only sounds you hear, you quickly lose track of time and eventually even the sounds around you filter out. As the clock moves to midnight, Spencer is quick to turn off his game and turn his chair to face you, a small smile making its way to his face as he watches for a few moments. 

Your face is scrunched up slightly as you read, left cheek squashed against the material of the chair as you lay your head on the edge of the seat and the blanket is long forgotten, now laying on the floor at the base of the chair. At some point, your cat had pawed open the half-closed door and now lay curled in at the crook of your bent knees where you hand absentmindedtly stoked at its fur. Your tea, he notices, is empty for once and nothing has been spilled on the table. Though your face is slightly scrunched up from something happening in the book, you look content. The stress that had built up in your body melted away and the hard lines that had formed from frowning and exasperation were replaced with the usual softness that he could find there. 

Spencer quietly stands from his computer desk and pads over to you, socked feet almost silent against the carpet and you don’t notice him until the cat does. Their head perking up and greeting with a small ‘merow’ as he gives them a scratch behind the ear. You smile at Spencer as he steals one of your cushions and sets it on the ground, the chair (unfortunately) isn’t big enough for the two of you so Spencer settles for sitting beside it on the cushion and places his head gently in your lap as you spread out a little more. 

“Read to me”

It isn’t a demand in his voice, just a simple request. One you loved indulging in. It had become somewhat tradition that at midnight, Spencer would join you beside your chair and you would read to him. The first time it happened, Spencer had gotten frustrated with a game and rage quit and joined you in silence for a few minutes before he started asking you questions about the book that segued into him asking you to read for him. You tried to argue that he wouldn’t understand what was happening, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to hear your voice. 

You smile gently at him, setting your book down in your lap as one of your hands moves to Spencers scalp, nails digging in with the gentlest of pressure as you start scratching small circles into it to help soothe him. 

“Plutarch slides the sketchbook across to me. For a moment,I look at it suspiciously. Then curiosity gets the best of me.” As you read, your voice is steady and quiet, just loud enough to be heard by both you and Spencer over the rain. It’s comforting to Spencer, the way your voice ebbs and flows the story, voice changing ever so slightly depending on which character is talking, picking up speed in tense scenes and slowing down when needed. With your hand in his hair, scratching at his scalp, and your voice soothing his nervous system Spencer finds his eyes starting to close and he relaxes into your touch.

You read like that for another chapter, before you realise that Spencer has started to drift off to sleep at your side. You start to trail off your voice, getting quieter and quieter as you reach the end of the chapter until you're silent, your hand pulls away from Spencers to place your bookmark and he groans at the loss of contact.

“Why’d you stop?” You chuckle a little under your breath, his words are slurred and there's a grogginess in voice that tells you he was definitely sleeping. Uncurling your legs, which the cat gives a grumpy ‘merow’ to, you lean down and kiss Spencer's head. 

“Because someone was falling asleep and I think it’s time we go to bed.” Spencer only grumbles in response but still rises to stand in front of you, hand reaching out to pull you up. As he does, he pulls you into his chest and places a soft kiss against your lips while he whispers sleepy ‘i love yous’. You try and hide your smile, unsuccessfully, as your link your hand in his and start pulling him into the bed room.

“Okay loverboy, let’s get you to bed.” 

Angela immediately perked up a little, sitting up from where she had slouched on the couch after the last story and tucked her legs up under her and leaned into Amanda, ready to give her full attention to this story, eyes briefly flashing to look at you before they went back to Shayne, “Oh my god, this is goinna be good.”

Amanda laughed beside her and nodded in agreement, “Oh yeah, [Y/N] has shown me some of her favourite stories before, I’m excited for this.” Shayne let out a little laugh and nodded with them. 

“This story comes from r/Relationship_Advice and is from 2020 and is titled ‘I’m in love with my best friend and roommate’”

Amanda and Angela both let out a little aww at the title but Amanda was quick to say “As much as I love a good friends to lovers story, let’s hold off on that because these other stories have been insane, let wait until we hear the whole story.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right, let’s lock in.” Angela quickly steeled her face and you let out a small chuckle from where you sat behind the camera, already knowing what story was coming and as Shayne started a reading, a small content smile made its way to your face.

“Obligatory, this is a throwaway account. I (f 28) am in love with my (m 29) best friend and roommate who we will call Charlie for anonymity. In 2016, I moved to a new city for work and was invited to a party by a friend, where I met Charlie and we hit it off right away. We have very similar tastes in music, videos and games and we spent around 70% of the party talking to each other and swapped numbers and we quickly became close, going out to new movies, finding the most obscure indie movies to watch together and having many game nights at one of our apartments. It was these game nights where our friendship really blossomed, we would talk about anything and everything and conversation would be so easy because we would never run out of anything to talk about and even in moments of silence, it was soft and comfortable. Working in the entertainment industry, I sometimes feel like I’m having to perform when I’m in the office to match the energy of those around me but with Charlie there was no performance needed. We could simply exist in a shared space and enjoy each other's presence, there was no need to perform or entertain, we could just be ourselves.”

Amanda and Angela both melted a little on the couch, sweet smiles tracing their lips and you couldn’t help but smile as well. The early days of your friendship with Spencer were quite englightning, in previous friendships you had always given away parts of yourself, energy and time, but had never gotten anything in return. You were the person people turned to when they needed a shoulder to cry on, someone to vent to or even just someone to stave away the boredom, but when you needed that your friends never had the time and it took you a very long time to learn that it wasn’t healthy. That relationships, even friendships, are a give and a take and you were always giving and giving and giving until it ran you dry. 

But it was never like that with Spencer, if you needed him he was there. Even if he was a country away, the second you text him that something was wrong he was on the phone to talk you through it and support you. He reached out to you as much as you reached out to him, you were the first person he would text in the morning and at night and even if he didn’t have much time he would still take the time to send a silly meme or a funny picture captioned ‘you’ because he knew it made your day just a little bit better. He included you in plans and events outside of your weekly game or movie nights, inviting you as his plus one for things Smosh was involved in and always bringing you to the holiday parties at the office and introducing you to people as his best friend with the widest grin on his face. 

And you would do the same for him, picking up the phone when he needed you and rushing to his place with snacks and shitty movie recommendations that you could laugh at when he had a bad day, supporting him through many late night editing nightmares with corrupted files and bad audio, texting him things that reminded him of you. And when you couldn’t be there in person, you were sending him memes and videos throughout the day, post mating him coffee and kickstarts and sending little reminders to drink water and get up and walk when you knew he would be stuck at the editing bay for hours. Taking him out to cool food spots you found, little unknown family ran businesses that had the best vibes and great customer services, bringing him to movie events and press events for projects you were working on and proudly introducing him to your family as your favourite person when they came to visit you.

One of you never took more than the other, or gave more. It was a mutual comfortable companionship where you never demanded more than what the other could give. It was the foundation of every part of your relationship, platonic and romantic. As Shayne moved on in the story, you tuned back in despite knowing every word by heart.

“Then in 2018, I started workin for the same digital media company Charlie and our mutual friend worked at, as an editor and production assistant. My desk was right next to his, and on my first day he left my favourite snack and monster flavour (despite the many playful arguments we had over monster vs kickstart) alongside a note of encouragement, which I thought was really sweet”

“That’s so cute.” Amanda had raised her hand to her heart and looked like she was starting to tear up a little at the words, Angela nodded her head in agreement and let out a little chuckle as well as she voiced her thoughts.

“I honestly thought that Spencer was the only person who drinks Mountain Dew Kickstart.”

Laughter boomed throughout the room, all of the cast and crew laughing at the comment, including you. Spencers love for the energy drink was a well known thing and a recurring joking argument in your relationship was if monster or kickstart was the superior energy drink. Once Shayne’s laughter had quietened down, he continued with the story.

“The notes became a recurring thing, if I had a long day full of meetings and preparations for videos I would find a note on my computer screen with either a joke or encouraging words and it always perked me right up if I was feeling down. Charlie also worked as an editor at the time and during long days that stretched into nights of editing we fell into a comfortable pattern of sharing snacks and jokes like they were sacred texts that only existed in the space of the editing bay and only existed for us to know about. We would talk and laugh and help the other when it was needed but somewhere along the way it turned into something more. Our chairs would end up closer together, his hand would find mine to rub soothing circles against the skin to ground me when I got frustrated, mine would be on the base of his neck rubbing at the muscles to relieve the tension and aches in it from sitting slouched most of the day. Casual touching became our normal and what had started in the quiet space of our editing sprees spread outside of it, his hand on my knee when driving, holding my hand when walking through a crowd, my head in his lap when watching movies and his hands in my hair.”

Amandas eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion starting to worm its way into her brain as her eyes scanned the room and landed on your. She wasn’t with Smosh when you started working with them, but you were sure you had heard the stories of how much you and Spencer acted like a couple before you were actually a couple. She let out a little “okay” before turning back to Shayne, but she still looked a little suspicious. 

“I think those were the earliest moments I remember being like ‘oh shit, i like him as more than a friend’ but I truly tried to push it down and push it away because I didn’t think he felt the same and I didn’t want to ruin what we had and risk losing him. So I ignored the feelings, pushed them to the side and just stayed being the best friend I could be. Recently however, I’ve been finding it hard to ignore it. Just before the lockdown started, we moved in together. Don’t get me wrong, I love living with Charlie. He’s a great roommate but being in such close proximity with him, almost 24/7, has made ignoring my feelings difficult”

You remember moving in with Spencer, it was a necessity at the time but one you wouldn’t change for the world. The panic around the pandemic was rising and when the whispers of a lockdown started both of your previous roommates took the chance to go back to their homes while they could, which you fully understood, so not being able to afford rent on your apartments by yourselves, you and Spencer moved in together. It was simultaneously one of the best decisions of your life and one of the most stressful. 

Spencer was a good roommate, more than that he was a fantastic roommate. He took care of his own mess and laundry, was happy to help with chores and understood boundaries and when you needed your own space. He never once complained when you asked him to do something and was always quick to help when you needed a hand, very quickly the two of you moved with a quiet domesticity that was natural and almost seemed inevitable. 

And then the quiet, casual intimacy that was born in the editing bay evolved into something more again. His hand on your waist as he reached into a cupboard above you, how his hand always reached for yours across the couch on movie night only to pull you closer to lay against his body, your legs thrown over his while you worked on scripts and ideas for lockdown appropriate videos and he played games on the tv, how casually he would pull you to sit on to his lap when he wanted you to check something on the video he was editing. 

The most daming one of all that sent you spiraling and triggered the original reddit post was how he looked at you like there was something reverant about you. You hhad been helping him edit a games video, your focus on the screen in front of you and then when you turned to Spencer to tell him it all looked good you caught him staring. Your breath had hitched and your heart pounded hard against your chest, almost to the point of pain and you were convinced Spencer could hear it. The look he had given you was so intimate and vulnerable. It was as if he was seeing deep into the very being of your soul and had seen every part of it, all the good, the bad, the pure and the broken and he had decided that there was something sacred and beautiful about it. Something worth loving in it. And it terrified you. 

So much so that when he reached a hand out to cup your cheek, you quickly made an excuse about needing to finish something for your meeting the next day and practically ran out of the room and into your own where you proceeded to spiral and spill your guts to reddit.  

“Every day it gets harder and harder not to tell him how I feel. We could be doing the most mundane thing like washing dishes together or cooking and I look over at him and I just become so overwhelmed with feelings and emotions that I want to blurt out that I love him. Just tonight, I was helping him edit something and when I turned to tell him that it looked good I froze. He was looking at me like he loved me too and my heart felt like it was going to explode but I didn’t say anything, instead I ran out of the room with the excuse of having work to do and came to reddit instead because I needed to get this out of my system. I have never had anyone look at me the way he did, like they loved every single part of me and they he had already planned our future together in their mind. So reddit, any advice?”

Shaynes voice was soft as he finished the story and you smiled softly to yourself as every emotion you were feeling that night came back with the memories. Angela and Amanda both had tears in their eyes and they were snuggled up together on the couch with Angelas head on Amandas shoulders. There was silence for a few seconds as the pair gathered their thoughts and feelings about this story. Amanda was the first to speak, her throat clearing before she did so she didn’t sound choked up, “Okay, well first of all. Girl, go get your man.” 

Angela and Shayne laughed at Amandas comment and she continued, “You also better tell me there's an update to this one.” She glared slightly and pointed at Sahyne, trying her best to look intimidating and scary and Shayne only laughed but he nodded his head.

“There is an update but let's get some comments and thoughts from you guys first.”

Amanda just replied with a “Good” as her gaze softened again, there was still a little look of suspicion in her eyes as she pieced together timelines and the story but she didn’t voice it and when she looked at you, you just smiled. 

“I can see why it’s one of [Y/N]’s favourites, she's a sucker for friends to lovers. I agree with Amanda, go get him OP. Tell him how you feel! If I can tell through this reddit post just how down bad for you that man is, then OP needs to tell him.” 

Shayne nodded along to what Angela had said and rubbed a hand against his jaw, “Yeah, like it definitely seems from what OPs saying that Charlie also has feelings for them as well but as always with reddit stories we’re not getting the full picture,”

Amanda and Angela nodded and agreed but Amanda was quick to jump in with, “Yeah, I get that but I don’t know…Theres something about this post that is so uniquely vulnerable that I can’t help but feel like we’ve got a pretty good look at whats happening. I mean, its a little cliche and like a hallmark movie but we’ve seen things like this play out in real life. Like friends and coworkers who start dating and fall in love, its is a very real possibility” 

“Yeah, it's a very real possibility. I mean we saw it play out with Shayne and Courtney and even though we weren’t here for it, Spencer and [Y/N] as well. They were friends who happened to fall in love and they’re each other's perfect matches.” Shayne nodded along to Angela’s words and quickly glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes.  

Shayne moves on to reading some of the comments, all of them supportive and encouraging you to tell ‘Charlie’ how to feel and reiterating the same thoughts as Amanda and Angela that he was obviously in love with you too. 

As the studio door opens, you smile and scooch over on the sofa, Spencer carefully sneaks behind the cameras and joins you on the sofa his arm automatically wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you against his chest. “Have they got to it yet?”

His whispers into your ear gently and you grin up at him and shake your head, “They’ve just done comments and they’re moving onto the update now.” A wide grin stretches across Spencers face, matching your own and he places a kiss on your forehead before turning back to watch Shayne reading the next part of your story. 

“Okay, so the update was posted literally this morning. 5 years after the original post.” Shaynes eyes scan down the update as he speaks and you and Spencer can’t help but laugh as his eyes widen in shock and he so so slowly moved around to look at the two of you on the couch, the camera following his line of sight and showing you almost doubled over in laughter as Spencer clutches his stomach. Amanda and Angela look between the two of you and Shayne with questioning looks on their face and Angela starts to almost shout, “What is happening right now? Shayne what is going on?”

Shayne shakes his head and turns back to Amanda and Angela who are looking at him with raised eye brows, “Okay, okay lets get into this update. You guys aren’t ready for this”

Despite still being confused about what is happened, Amanda and Angela settle back into the sofa and give their full attention as Shayne starts.

“Hi guys, I know its been 5 years since the last post on this account but I got a little overwhelmed with everything that happened and got swept up into my life with my boyfriend ‘Charlie’. For thos who are new here, back in 202 in the middle of the lockdown I posted about how I was in love with my best friend and roommate Charlie and I received a lot of positive comments encouraging me to tell Charlie how I felt. It has been 5 years since that post but there's been some big developments in the last few months that I thought an update was deserved.”

“Oh my god they're married!” Angela practically jumped out of her seat as she shouted and Amanda placed a hand on her shoulder while laughing at her antics as Shayne laughed along, “Settle down babe” 

“Okay first of all, after posting my story I stayed up until 2am reading the comments on my original post and crying at all the support everyone had shown me, I can’t thank you all enough for the words of encouragement because without it, I think I would have sat and spiralled about how I destroyed any chance of a relationship with the most amazing man alive. Secondly, after reading all the comments I put on my big girl pants and went to see if Charlie was still awake, thankfully he’s a night owl and frequently stays up late playing games or watching movies and I found him in the living room with a movie on in the background. I asked him if we could talk and he said yes. I’m not going to go into the details of our conversation because it got very personal and very vulnerable.” 

Spencers squeezed your shoulder gently and started rubbing soft circles into the fabric of yours (his) jumper, that conversation was hard to have. Vulnerability was always a little foreign to you, showing feelings and weaknesses, something you feared because it had been turned against you time and time again, but with Spencer it was different. 

That night you laid your soul bare to him, every heartache that led you to be who you were today. Every little thing that was said and done to you that made you fear not only being in love, but being loved by another person so wholly and completely. Every insecurity you had and reason you felt you didn’t deserve to be loved tumbled out of you like a tidal wave that just couldn’t be stopped once you had started. You cried, Spencer cried but still he held you in his arms and rubbed your back as he promised you he loved you. You were never too much and never would be too much. He loved how much you cared and how you loved with not just your entire heart but your whole being. He loved everything about you, not despite but regardless. 

That night your living room changed from simply a shared living space to a sacred sanctuary where the first chapter of your love story was etched into your bones and souls and the cosmos as you promised to show up for each other and love each other through the hardest moments of life. 

“But we did talk and realised we had both been harbouring feelings for each other for a while and we began dating. The last 5 years have been absolutely incredible. I won't lie and say that it's been all sunshine and rainbows and that it's been easy the whole time, because it hasn’t. Like any couple we’ve had fights and arguments and stressful situations but one of the things we both value in a relationship is open and honest communication so we’ve always been able to work through these things even if it does take a few days to actually sit down and talk. Because that's what love is, it’s showing up and trying even when things are hard. Now onto the real meat of the update and the reason I decided to post an update, don’t worry its a good thing. Charlie and I recently got engaged!”

Amanda and Angela both smile widely as Shayne reads and lets out a “yay!”, clapping their hands together while Shayne side eyes you and Spencer on the couch before he continues, “It wasn’t a big surprise or out in public, but quiet and intimate and perfect. I had been cooking dinner for us with some music playing in the background when he got home from work (I had left earlier because of a doctor's appointment) and he came into the kitchen, kissed me and started a normal conversation, I was none the wiser. Once the food was done and I removed it from the heat he pulled me back into his chest and started swaying me gently to the music and we danced like that for a few minutes just enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms. Charlie then spins me and when I turn to face him, there he is down on one knee with a beautiful ring. Through tears, I said yes and now we are happily engaged. It was perfect. Thank you reddit so much for your advice and support, I wouldn’t be here without you and yes I will post a picture of the ring.”

As Shaye finished the story, anxiety shot through you because you knew Amanda and Angela would want to see the ring, it was the whole point of this story being in the video but still you couldn’t help the nerves that bubbled up inside you for your friend's reaction to your engagement. Amanda and Angela wipe small tears from their eyes as they immediately ask Shayne for the iPad to see the photo and you brace yourself. Posted at the bottom your reddit story is a photo of you and Spencer one of his arms wrapped around your chest while he places a kiss to your check and your left hand on his bicep, showing off your engagement ring. 

The response is immediate shouting of “what the fuck!” from both Angela and Amanda, followed by both their heads winging round to you and Spencer on the couch. Your anxiety slowly being replaced with happiness and you both laugh at their outburst, they look to the iPad and then back to you and then the iPad and back to you multiple times as the shock settles, the cameras following their movements. “I can’t believe it!” “You gotta be kidding me??” 

They both start shouting over each other, questions of how, what, when and where all flying at once and your’re still laughing, tears forming in your eyes, when Angela barrels across the room in what seems like rage but it actually pure joy as she tears you up from the sofa and engulfs you in a tight hug that has the air leaving your lungs. 

“Oh my god you guys. This is incredible. Congratulations!” She lets you go and hugs Spencer in the same way as Shayne and Amanda make their way over and hug you too, offering their own congratulations. Though Amanda whispers in your ear, jokingly, about how sneaky that was and she was suspicious that it was you from the first story while also saying how happy she was. After a few minutes of hugs and congratulations, Bailey calls them back onto the set to finish off the video and as everyone settles in again your shout to Shayne “There’s another photo!” 

He looks confused for a second before scrolling on the iPad again and coming across the final photo, his jaw dropping open completely as he turns it to Amanda and Angela. This one he doesn’t share with the audience, immediately dropping back into his host persona as he does the outro for the video while Amanda and Angela freak out on the other couch. 

“Thank you for watching and let us know how you feel about the bomb that just dropped”

As soon as the cameras are cut, Amanda and Angela aren’t even bothering to get their mic’s off as they run up to you with the iPad and shove it in your face almost accusingly, the photo of the ultrasound staring back at your face and making you smile, both shouting at the same time “ARE YOU PREGNANT?”

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Relationship or Relation-No | Reading reddit stories

@ userone: always knew [Y/N] was a reddittor ↳ @ usertwo: they're with spencer, are we sure they're a redditor by choice? @ userthree: YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE IT AT THAT! WHAT WAS THE OTHER PHOTO ↳ @ userfour: no literally. that was just...evil @ userfive: the look on shayne's face as he read ahead on the update absolutely sent me ↳ @ usersix: i was in tears, he has the best facial expressions

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yourusername forever grateful to the universe (and court) for bringing me to you (p.s scroll to the end to see what the second photo was 👀)

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co_mill forever grateful for you my love ‪‪❤︎‬ and i can't wait to meet smoshs newest member!

userone another smosh baby has hit the timeline

↳ usertwo and its a baby chosen 😭

angelagiovanagiarratana still not over you telling us in a REDDIT VIDEO