hiii could you please write spencer x gender neutral cast!reader where the audience thinks they hate each other or have beef but it’s actually just their flirty banter ! and maybe spencer lets the comments get to his head and when he goes to clear it up with reader they confess
The Way We Talk | s. agnew x reader
second person, i DO use y/n briefly
thank you for the beautiful request!! happy spring break to everyone!! i have one other fic in the works for reid so look out!!
The first time you noticed it was under a Smosh Games video.
You weren’t even looking for comments. You were just scrolling absentmindedly while waiting for rehearsal to start.
Then one caught your eye.
“Am I the only one who thinks Spencer and Y/N genuinely don’t like each other?”
“Yeah there’s definitely tension there.”
“It feels like they’re always arguing.”
You stared at your phone for a second.
Across the table, Spencer looked up from his laptop.
You turned the phone toward him.
“Apparently we hate each other.”
He leaned over to read and his eyebrows slowly lifted.
“You can tell Spencer gets annoyed with them.”
“They probably just don’t get along.”
Spencer leaned back in his chair, baffled. “Are we watching the same videos as these people?”
The thing was, you and Spencer did argue.
During games, during shoots, during rule explanations, during random office debates that had absolutely nothing to do with anything.
“That’s not how the mechanic works.”
“No, that’s not the rule.”
“You literally just made that up.”
But none of it was serious. Half the time you were both smiling while you did it. It was just… how your conversations worked.
The next shoot didn’t help.
You were filming a board game episode and Spencer was explaining the rules.
“And then each player draws two cards—”
“That’s not what the rulebook says.”
Spencer stopped. Slowly turned to you.
You leaned over the table and pointed at the page.
The rest of the cast watched the exchange like a tennis match.
Spencer squinted at the rulebook.
“…Okay that might be a typo.”
“Or,” you said sweetly, “you’re wrong.”
Courtney laughed. Angela leaned toward Shayne and whispered, “Comments are going to love this.”
Later that afternoon you checked the video comments again.
“See?? They’re always like this.”
“I feel like Spencer gets frustrated with them.”
“Why do they keep putting them in videos together?”
Not because it bothered you exactly.
Just because it was… strange.
You and Spencer had been friends for months. He was the one who always grabbed you a drink when he did coffee runs. You were the one who saved him a seat when the table filled up.
But none of that made it into the videos.
What people saw was the arguing.
A few days later Spencer dropped into the chair next to you in the office.
He turned his phone around.
The same type of comments.
“Oh wow, they’re really committed to this narrative.”
Spencer rubbed the back of his neck.
“That people think I don’t like you.”
You tilted your head, “Why does that bother you?”
He hesitated, because the honest answer was… complicated.
Because if anything, the problem was the opposite. You were the person he looked for first when a shoot started. The one whose reactions he waited for after he made a joke. The one he ended up next to almost automatically.
But none of that translated through the banter.
“I just…” Spencer sighed. “I don’t want it to seem like I’m mean to you.”
You stared at him for a moment.
“I know,” he said. “But they don’t.”
You thought about it, then shrugged lightly.
“Honestly? If people think we hate each other, that just means they’re missing half the story.”
He glanced at you, “What half?”
You gestured between the two of you, “The part where we actually like each other.”
The words came out casually.
But Spencer went very still.
“…Like each other?” he repeated.
He looked down at the floor for a second. Then back at you.
Your heart skipped. You gaped at him.
Spencer laughed nervously, “Okay, that sounded way more dramatic than I meant it to.”
“You mean… like you like me?”
The room felt very quiet all of a sudden.
You looked down at your hands. Then back up at him.
You smiled a little, “Because it would be really embarrassing if I was the only one.”
Spencer stared at you. “…You like me too?”
You shrugged, suddenly shy, “Kind of thought that was obvious.”
“Spencer,” you said gently, “I argue with you because I like talking to you.”
His expression shifted into something softer.
There was a quiet moment. Then Spencer smiled.
“…So the internet thinks we hate each other.”
“And actually we’ve just been… flirting.”
“That’s incredible.” He laughed under his breath.
You bumped your shoulder into his, “So what now?”
Spencer thought about it, then said, “Maybe we just keep doing exactly what we’ve been doing.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Arguing?”
“Flirting,” he corrected.
That sounded pretty good.
thanks for reading! love you lots!!
