could you write a spencer agnew x reader fic where they’ve worked together on games for years and have been dating a majority of that time, but no one has picked up on it till reader/spencer says something about the other that makes it obvious
The Perfect Pair
Spencer Agnew x f!reader
Spencer accidentally reveals the two of you are dating during his birthday livestream. Except, was it really a reveal if it was never a secret in the first place?
TW: Y/N usage, innuendos/dirty jokes, talking about boobs, typical gentlemen's behavior, Lizzy my beloved
Everyone knew that you and Spencer were attached at the hip. It had been like that since the day you were hired. People always joked that the two of you were the perfect pair because you were such opposites. You had a big whiteboard with filming schedules, potential games and sponsors, and the cast you wanted in the videos. Spencer had, well, the chaos that only comes with someone who had a million brilliant ideas and zero clue where to put them all.
But they had no clue how similar the two of you actually were. The shared ambition, the late nights, the humor, and slowly but surely, the feelings involved. He confessed one night over a few too many cups of coffee in the soft lighting of your shared office, looking at how beautiful you were as you furrowed your brow at a spreadsheet.
You couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him. And you didn’t plan on stopping. Eight months later, you hadn’t. You stole kisses in between meetings, held hands under the desk, and left notes on his computer screen.
And yet, none of your friends noticed. They had grown so used to seeing the two of you together that it just seemed normal. Even your fans brushed it off as usual occurrences when the two of you mentioned going out for dinner or having a sleepover. So really, you weren’t keeping a secret at all. But everything comes to light one way or another, and yours just happened to be live and on camera. Whoops.
It was Gentlemen’s Werewolf Live for Spencer’s birthday. You were technically supposed to be directing when you got a call from George Primavera.
“Hey, I’m really sorry, but I can’t DM today, my baby’s sick and my wife is away on a work trip so I need to stay home.”
“No, no, you’re good George, please take care of him and yourself.”
The phone call was quick but devastating. Now you have no DM. Awesome.
Lizzy overheard the whole thing, and probably could’ve gathered what happened anyway based on the look on your face.
“Why don’t you do it?”
“I’m the director, that’s not how it works.”
“Think of Spencer’s face.” She nudged you. “Besides, didn’t wardrobe finish your Gentlemen’s costume for Bit City a few weeks ago?”
“I mean, yeah, but then who will direct?”
She grabbed your meticulous notes out of your hand. “I’ve got it, don’t worry.”
“Liz-”
“I don’t want to hear it. It’s your boy toy's birthday, and we’re going to make you stunning.”
The two of you walked to wardrobe, keeping your voices quiet so you wouldn’t spoil the surprise. “You know I hate when you call him that.”
She helped you slip on the ivory cotton dress and lace up the deep blue corset that went on top. The cinching made your boobs push up to a nearly obscene degree, the thin hem of the collar doing nothing to hide it. She pinned your hair half up with a hairpin and stood back, proud of her work.
“He’s going to freak. His eyes are gonna pop out of his head like a cartoon.”
You laced up your boots. “I’d prefer his eyes to stay intact, thank you very much.”
“Between the surprise and your tits, something else is going to be popping out too.”
It took you a second to get what she meant. She smirked as you put your face in your hands. “Let’s just go please, we’re gonna be late.”
“Oh, I texted Shayne to start without us so we could make a grand entrance.”
“Of course you did.”
Lizzy had the live playing as the two of you loitered outside the big double doors to the games stage so you knew when to enter. After working out some typical livestream kinks, Shayne started the intro.
“‘Ello mate. I do hope you all are ready for a nice, competitive game of Werewolf.” The group nodded, murmuring to each other with fake cigars in their mouths. “It is our dear Sir Spencer’s birthday.”
“Yes, yes, I do hope you’ll share your wives with me after as your primary gift.”
Court gasped. “Dear sir, I thought our company would be more than enough to please you.”
“No no, I need some other pleasing as well.” His eyes sparkled mischievously. “That’s what a man’s day of birth is for, suckling at the teat of life!”
Shayne continued with a relaxed arm around Spencer’s shoulder. “And now, we have a special guest. I know that we promised you Sir George, but he is off teaching his child how to work in the mines today. So today, instead, our DM will be the fair Lady Y/N!”
You flung open the doors dramatically, the cameras panning to you striding in confidently. “Hello boys.” You shot a wink at Spencer, whose mouth was hanging agape.
The whole stage burst into chaos. There was screaming, cheering, and someone popped one of the streamer cannons you had bought early. But through it all, all Spencer could do was stare at you as you calmly walked behind the couch.
“Holy crap.”
Shayne noticed first, nudging him with a sly smile on his face. “I see you’ve found another mistress.”
“That’s my wife.” Spencer blurted out, sending both you and Shayne into a state of shock.
Angela overheard and started shaking Arasha’s shoulder. “Spencer just called Y/N his wife!!!!”
Arasha freaked out. “Oh my god! Another secret marriage? This is crazy, why wasn’t I invited???”
The low buzz from the excitement earlier grew louder once more, people bouncing on the couch and shaking each other, bombarding both you and Spencer with questions. You wanted to sink into oblivion from all the attention and Spencer could tell, putting a comforting hand on top of where yours rested on the couch. Then he cleared his throat loudly, forcing everyone to stop in their tracks.
In his normal voice, he said, “So, as you've all gathered by now, Y/N and I are dating. No, there isn’t a secret marriage. Yes, she’s so beautiful she nearly knocked me off my feet just now. And yes, this is the best birthday gift I’ve ever received.” You smiled down at him and he kissed your hand gently, prompting coos from the onlooking crowd. “We never kept it from you guys on purpose, it just happened so naturally that people didn't ask. Loving her is the most natural thing I’ve ever done. There's only so many sleepovers you can have before you're living together everyone, it was not subtle at all.” He shook his head in mock disappointment.
He was about to continue his spiel when someone from the crew, probably Lizzy, started chanting ‘kiss, kiss, kiss’ in the back, and everyone else soon followed. Spencer quickly clambered over the bodies of everyone on the couch before reaching you, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
He offered his hand to you with a flourish. “My Lady, will you do me the honor?”
You giggled. “How could I deny the charming Sir Spencer on his birthday?”
He spun you around before dipping you, hat falling off his head. You picked it up and put it back on lopsided before he kissed you. The kiss was like all of the ones you’d had before, warm and heart melting, but now with the background noise of all of your friends cheering for you.
Maybe you really were the perfect pair.
A/N: Tbh on the fence about this one still but I do love a good gushy reveal moment and someone told me to write more cliche rom com stuff so here we are.
3. No one gives a shit if your bar tape matches your seat.
4. The bike comes first, right behind family and friends and making a living.
5. Riding in bad weather makes you better. But don’t be stupid about it.
6. If you aren’t having fun, stop.
7. Don’t overlap wheels. Just fuckin’ don’t.
8. Don’t be late to a group ride. Be early.
9. If you’re dropped three times, do your own thing. (See Gentlemen’s Ride)
10. If it’s a no-drop ride, don’t drop people. Ass.
11. Support your local bike shop. And bring them food sometimes.
12. If you race more than 3 times a year, you are in Sport division. If you podium twice, move up. If you win, move up. Getting dead last in Expert is better than winning in Sport. Getting DFL in Pro is better than winning in Expert. No one cares if you win. We all have to go to work on Monday. Test yourself.
13. If you get plate number 13, you turn it upside down. You just do.
14. Do not make start line excuses. “I haven’t been riding”, “I’ve was sick last night”, “I’m too hung over”, “My bike is too heavy”, and the like, are all your fault. Just ride, congratulate the winner, and hang out with your pals after. It’s all good, man.
15. Blogs are stupid. Don’t listen to them, and never take them seriously.
Glossary
Coffee Ride: Easy, Pease-y. You ride bikes slow and go to a place to drink coffee. Do not fuck up the coffee part. Jeez.
Gentlemen’s Ride: A group ride consisting of any number of riders. Fast but conversational pace on the flats, with hard efforts on climbs. Strict rolling regroups over the top of climbs. Everyone gets back on the first time, no exceptions. Second climb, rolling regroup. If you are dropped two or three times, do the gentlemanly thing and finish the ride alone. If you’re crushing everyone, do the gentlemanly thing and make sure the bulk of the ride stays together. Most of the group should finish together. Ride leader makes any other decisions.
No-Drop Ride: No one is left behind. Ever. That said, make sure a pace is announced and enforced, and do not get in over your head. If it is no drop at 18mph and you can only do 14, think long and hard about going.
Ice Cream Ride: No spandex. 10-12mph. It ends in ice cream, preferably out of a small, miniature Detroit Tigers helmet.
Recovery Ride: If someone says they are going on a recovery ride, they are going to try to drop you on every climb. Guaranteed.
