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matchesarelit · 9 months

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Imagine If You Will...Garrett Unfiltered (Spencer Agnew x gn!reader)

Warnings: secrets, embarrassment, dirty memes, suggestive,

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: 1711

Working at Smosh was pretty cool, you were however perpetually surrounded by and involved in strange doings. Such as the current situation that had you encircled by what could only be referred to as a swarm of Chosens. You stood centre stage in an incredibly oversized referee uniform; the bottom of the shirt reaching mid-calf and the shorts engulfing your shoes.

a/n *edit*: changes detailed at bottom of work.

You fixed your eyes on the instructions in your hands, nevermind that the words had almost immediately turned to garbled squiggly lines. You refused to let your eyes flitter to the man in front of you, who was impassionately explaining the rules and how to play the game. His speech was the reason you couldn't bear to look up at him, knowing the glow that he gives off when discussing things he enjoys and knowing that in moments like these you often find yourself watching him in an all but day-dream state.

Forcing a long and exaggerated blink you attempted to readjust your focus, mainly because you wanted to pay attention to his gushing as you always did, but also because you did actually need to know how the game was played.

“Ten cards…prompt…blanks…card Tsar pic-” in your haze you managed to register the call from Kiana that interrupted his description, but you failed to catch what she said. Yet as he started again; ‘I-uh should go, dont worry youll get it when you start playing!’ you watched him move to leave, muttering a quick goodbye and thanks to his wishes of good luck, you thought about the video to come. If anyone knew the chaos that was the Chosen videos it would surely be him; after his appearance in many and his editing of many more.

Welp you were substantially boned and those scraps of instructions would have to do for the filming. Shifting focus; you attempted to get into character, although being the referee wasn’t a complicated position, it did require you to keep a straight face throughout the antics of the chosens.

As you took your spot beside Shayne and the video began, it all came so naturally and the filming passed in the blink of an eye. Until, of course, the time came to pose for thumbnails; at which point you were caught off guard by Garrett’s voice calling out from beyond the set.

“Y/n don't look now, but all your dreams have come true you are surrounded by Spencers!”

As your cheeks grew hot, the cast and crew released many sputterings and guffaws at his declaration. Thank fuck that Spencer’s desk was on the other side of the building.

The only thing that nagged at the back of your mind as you all tidied and prepped for the next filming, was that Spencer would most definitely be the one editing this video and he would most definitely witness that embarrassing and incriminating moment.

Sadly that was all there was to do, that and wait for the fallout. So you pushed on.

As lunch rolled around with only a few more shoots to do, everyone was pretty knackered with only low idle chatter echoing throughout the shared space. You only had one video left to film; a ‘Who Meme’d it’ that consisted of yourself, Spencer and Amanda as well as Shayne (of course), and then you were free to go. Sitting with Chanse and Angela you’d maintained a conversation around the latest shows you’d seen, attempting to keep your mind off the impending doom you knew was coming.

Dramatic?

Yes.

Wrong?

No.

There wasn’t too much to do after lunch to set up, mainly getting yourself done up for the camera in a new outfit. Excited for the shoot you were the first one mic’d up and ready, already sitting in your chair as the others stepped onto set. This was your first time on this particular game, but you’d seen most of the other episodes and always thought it looked like good fun, not to mention you were able to submit some memes of your own. The game went by peacefully, you’d managed to gain a few points amongst your colleagues, however at the halfway point you’d found yourself in last place. As the man to your right leaned back in his seat, you took him in, making sure to keep your eyes fixed forward you utilised your peripherals to the best of your ability. His eyes lit up, he was swaying as he laughed and his hair created a fluffy halo around his head. He was always handsome, but like this, enjoying himself so thoroughly and comfortably he was beautiful.

Picking up a few points in the next round, after finally regaining your focus, giggling to yourself about the joke at Shayne’s (exasperated) expense what came on screen next almost made you choke.

Shayne immediately lost it, leaning against the wall for support as his chest heaved, Kiana and Greg were offscreen releasing statements of “there is no way this can stay in” and “what in the world” respectively. Although, their exasperation was clearly forced; as smirks blossomed on their faces.

With a scoff you started writing your answer, trying your hardest to avoid the eyes on yourself and the man at your side. That was harder as Spencer’s eyes were also fixed on you even as his hand scribbled across the whiteboard. At the end of the round you’d all gained a point with Garrett creating that meme, you muttered curses just loud enough for him to hear as he stood in the wings sending him the meanest glare you could manage all the while failing to wipe the smile off your face. Despite the situation his teasing put you in Garrett was undeniably funny and this occasion was no different, so your grumpy expression faded soon enough for the next meme.

Suddenly, however, your stool was inwtolerable and you were unable to remain still. Continuously fidgeting with the marker and board you were given, you failed to take note of the eyes tracing your hands and hips, sitting amidst a slight frown upon the face of the man beside you. You’re attention was set, for a time, on Shayne as you tried your darndest to win. You did not win, you came second to Spencer and as you looked to congratulate him, you found his eyes already set on yours. Until Shanye began to outro the video and you were forced to turn towards the camera; a wild grin pulling at your mouth as you gestured to the outfit of merch you had chosen to rep.

Following the conclusion of filming you gathered some things and moved to leave, before a call of your name stopped you in your tracks. Turning to face the voice, your eyes fall on Spencer who had returned to his desk and donned his oodie, twisting back and forth in his chair, his mouth pulled into a small smile as he gestured you over with his head. You complied wheeling over an empty chair to nestle yourself by his side, relishing in the soft warmth he gave out. The video on hin monitor was an old style mlg compilation of your favourite game, a game you had mentioned only once in an old video.

He laughed along with you as the video played and when it finished the two of you were stuck in a quiet awkward space.

Both of you searched for something to talk about, ignorant to the mutual nature of your desperation to further the interaction, the heartache over the seemingly unattainable.

As the seconds stretched to minutes Spencer snapped through the quiet as he hit a few keys on his laptop. Glancing at the screen you recognised the still image of the chosen video from that earlier, before you got the chance to speak he had panned through the footage to the last minute. He looked into your eyes as he hit play, as the playback continued he held your gaze, faces inches apart, shoulder still burrowed in his side. His facial expression remaining blank until those familiar words hit your ears, at which point he simply raised an eyebrow and began to smirk, allowing the video to end before he spoke up.

“So, does this mean I’m in your dreams?” His tone was jovial but the question seemed genuine and suddenly ,there were too many and too little thoughts running through your mind, how were you meant to respond? There was no way to get out of this…

Unless…

“Nah, honestly its a little embarrassing but theres just something about the chosen, that makes me all giggly.” You forced your tone to match his as your hand found his chest and you pushed to move away from him.

Welp that was the stupidest choice, honestly a rejection would have been better, the look on his face was near unreadable, at least for you. To anyone else, especially the small gaggle of cowrokers listening from the kitchen, the falling of his face was painful to watch.

But maybe…

Just maybe this is salvageable… because losing Spencer in any capacity filled you with such dread as you could never surmount.

“And I mean it doesnt hurt that he shares a name with the cutest and most funniest guy I know.” looking at the man infront of you, you took notice of the plum colour of his cheeks not to mention his newfound inability to meet your eyes. Taking a moment to soften your eyes and move your hand to his arm “Seriously Sep, they were messing with me, I’ve kinda had a thing for you for a while and Tommy, and everyone else, kinda sussed it out a while ago. Sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I can keep my distance if this is too much.” leaning away from spencer you stood from your chair, your momentum soon cut off as a tug of your arm had you toppling backwards.

Arms creeping around your waist, he held you in place atop his lap. His head tucked into your neck as he spoke softly. “Please never even think of it, there is no such thing as too much when it comes to you.”

A/n *edit*: "crimson painted your cheeks" -> "your cheeks grew hot" I always attempt to keep my descriptions of the reader vague so that anyone can slide into that place, I apologise for the mistake. Thank you for making me aware of this.

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chanseainsworth · 4 months

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Hey, look! It’s [CHANSE AINSWORTH] at [HEYWOOD UNIVERSITY]. Did you know they [WORK] there as a [SOFTWARE ENGINEERING PROFESSOR]? I guess they’re from [LONDON] and have been in town for [1 WEEK], living in [MAPLE HILLS]. I also heard they’re a little [HOTHEADED], but also very [ADAPTABLE] which definitely makes sense.

BASICS

Name: Chaunsey Ainsworth Nicknames/Alias: Chanse Face Claim: Penn Badgley Age: 39 Gender: Cis Man Sexuality: Homosexual Date/Place of Birth: November 22/London, UK Currently: East Haven, VT Occupation: Software Engineering Professor at Heywood University

HISTORY

Chanse was the third child to Maggie and Edward Ainsworth, a prominent London couple. Maggie was a social butterfly, at every event and tea that happened in their neighborhood. Her husband a businessman, successful in his own right. Everyone knew them, knew their picturesque family, and everything was perfect.

Behind closed doors, it was another story. Maggie was never in her right mind, a timid drinker and self-medicator. Edward detested his wife's habits, but never took it out on her. Instead, he took it out on the children. They learned to hide their bruises, and to stay out of his way if they could. Chanse, being the third born, found it easiest to stay out of his home whenever possible. He was social, like his mother, and managed to befriend just about anyone. It was no wonder he was never home, he just had too many friends; it was normal, nobody asked questions, and nobody knew what went on in the Ainsworth home.

As he got older, Chanse knew he was different than his siblings. His sisters would dress him up sometimes, and he loved it. When they invited him to tea and talked about the boys they fancied, he giggled and chattered with them, happy to fit in with the girls. Which wasn't to say he didn't enjoy time with his brothers, as well, because he did. He liked to be rough with them, and he loved the sports they'd play at the park with the other boys. But he was always just a little bit more sensitive the rest, prone to getting upset and running back to his older sister, who always comforted him just how he needed.

He fell in love as a teenager. A close friend, maybe even his best friend, who became his first in a lot of things. And as they got older, they made plans to live together, and Chanse couldn't have been more excited. Finally, out of his family home, away from the danger that lurked in the shadows that nobody knew about, that the Ainsley's pretended didn't exist. Unfortunately, things didn't work out the way they were supposed to.

It was the last holiday he was going to take with his family. He promised himself that. They went somewhere warm, somewhere sunny, and he did try to have a good time. But at the same time, he was planning. Making a list, as he often did when he was stressed out about things. What was he going to pack, what was he going to leave behind, how would he make his grand exit, etc. It wouldn't have been a big deal to his mother when she found it, except that he'd written a few little notes to himself about his love for another. Maggie recognized the name, 'Owen', and brought it to her husband's attention that their son was not the son they'd thought he was.

Edward was angry. Extremely angry. And he let Chanse know it. The police might have been called, but Edward wouldn't know. After hitting some sense into his son, he dragged him downtown, past the exotic nightclubs and to someplace darker. Someplace dingier. Where women took money in return for certain favors. And with Edward sitting outside of the dilapidated building he'd shoved his son into, Chanse was given copious amounts of tequila until he was in a twilight state that allowed the woman paid to give Edward's son the good time Edward had paid her for.

Chanse barely remembers that night. He doesn't remember most of the holiday afterwards, either. He knows his father hit him several more times, he knows his mother cried at his bedside when it seemed like he wouldn't get out of bed again. And a few weeks later, just before they were going to head home, the woman from the dilapidated building showed up demanding more money. She was pregnant, he was the father, and she was going to have that baby so they were going to have to keep paying her. Mortified, Chanse stayed in the warm, sunny place with his new baby momma. His family returned to London without him, and he fell into a deep depression.

Once the baby was born, the woman took whatever money Chanse had left and abandoned the both of them. Lost, Chanse took his baby to the United States, figuring at the very least he could figure something out in a new place, with a fresh start. He might have given up entirely, if it weren't for the child who now relied on him.

He struggled to make ends meet for a long time. But he started working an IT job at a local college, and quickly picked up on the ins and outs of the computers he worked on. He'd always been clever with technology. Eventually he started creating his own software at home, and ended up inventing a malware protection software that the college he worked at began to use. Once it had been proven successful, other colleges bought his work.

At the time, he had finally come to terms with his own sexuality and was seeing an older man, Pietro. Pietro saw an opportunity, and utilizing Chanse's intelligence and lack of entrepreneurial know-how, he founded a company that based its work on Chanse's original software. Chanse continued to engineer, believing himself to be an equal partner in the company, not realizing he was actually the equivalent of a kept housewife who just happened to do all of the work. He was young, and stupid, and he came to regret everything.

For eighteen years he worked for this company he believed he'd helped found.

Things at home weren't great, but Chanse had a twisted idea of what love was, anyway. So for eighteen years he let himself be treated badly, mostly because it kept his child in a good home and in good private schools. He did his best to keep the toxic behavior of his boyfriend hidden from his child, though. Any bruises he hid, and any arguing he would back down from, letting Pietro always have the last word. Chanse believed it was what he deserved. He'd let his life get this way, after all.

When Pietro passed away, eyes were on Chanse. Who fell from a third-story balcony in the middle of the day, anyway? Autopsy said Pietro was quite drunk, however, and so Chanse was dropped as a suspect. Just a terrible, tragic, accident.

Pietro had a will, and nothing was left to Chanse. Suddenly he lost everything. The company he believed himself to be part owner of? Gone. They took his work and they abandoned him, just as he'd been abandoned so many times in the past. Once again, he was struggling, the difference being he was older now, and he no longer had a small child to support. Still, he looked for work that would pay what he felt he deserved after working so hard for nearly two decades. And eventually he received an offer from Heywood University. They were losing their software engineering professor, they needed a new one, and his name was still on so much of the work his old company produced.

So he moved to East Haven, bringing his son, the one person in the world who meant absolutely everything to him, with him. For the time being, they are renting a house in Maple Hills, but he is looking for something that will be more permanent for them eventually.

PERSONALITY

Chanse is smart, but definitely foolish. He can memorize numbers, build a computer out of spare parts, and solve intricate math problems in his head, but he'll also hand all of that work over to the nearest person, believing them to have good intentions, and be baffled when they take his work and put their name on it instead.

He's a lover, not a fighter. All his life, he just wanted to be loved. And when he had love, he did everything he could to keep it. When it seemed like he'd lost it, he gave up immediately. Such as with Owen; knowing he'd slept with someone else, even if he didn't remember it and even if it was basically forced on him by his homophobic father, he felt immense guilt and knew he would just hurt Owen when he told him. And so he never did, he just stayed gone, terrified that Owen would hate him. And thus, he likely made Owen hate him just based on his own disappearance.

In addition to looking desperately for love wherever he could find it, he accepted a lot of things as love, even when he knew they weren't. He believed his parents loved him, even though they ignored or hurt him. And he believed Pietro loved him, though their relationship was bizarre to say the very least. He could write books on the things Pietro did to him, especially when he was a young man with a small child, but chances are he won't open up to anyone about all of that. Now that Pietro is gone, Chanse is realizing exactly how fucked up he is after twenty years of that relationship.

He's a good person, believe it or not. He wants what is best for others, though he seems snarky and sarcastic most of the time. His social skills are lacking, but if you can get through to him you'll have a loyal friend for a long time.

Were he to ever seek professional help, he would be diagnosed as bipolar and autistic. He'd probably be given ways to cope a little better than he has in his lifetime, and it could probably be very good for him. Unfortunately, he's never had anyone around to tell him to seek that sort of help, so he's never known how it might actually benefit him. All of the problems he faces he believes are his own fault, and thus his own burden to carry.

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