Okay hear me out, Spencer Agnew x reader where Spencer is on Reddit stories and talks about his girlfriend and how they worked out an issue that similar to the story in someway and reader later watching the video the next week and being all flustered at the fact that not only did Spencer low-key launched their relationship but also because he said just the sweetest things about her
Give and Take
Spencer Agnew x f!reader
Hurt/comfort, fluff
TW: Breakdowns, vomit talk (animal, not human), typical reddit story douchebag bf, spencer and reader have a difficult but healthy relationship talk, soft launch
“This next story comes from a classic, Am I The Asshole?” Shayne read aloud. Angela grabbed Spencer’s arm as he kept speaking. “Oooh, this one is juicy.”
“Shayne, stop edging us and read the story.”
“Okay, okay, fine.”
“Am I the asshole for going to stay with my sister after getting tired of my boyfriend’s weaponized incompetence?”
“No! Absolutely not!” Angela shouted. “Fuck that man!”
“I, 26 female, have been dating my boyfriend, 28 male, for about two years. We moved in together about nine months ago. The first couple of weeks were great! But as we got into a routine I noticed that he stopped doing chores without me asking. At first, I thought it was fine because he works a job with long hours, but even on his off days I would notice dishes practically living in the sink and the dirt from his boots on the carpet piling up. I work a full-time job too, so I’m not always able to clean up after him.”
“Ugh, girl, dump him, that’s so gross.”
“I think maybe we should finish the whole thing before judging. Maybe they just need to communicate about it.”
“I cannot believe you’re letting this slide Spence.”
“Well let’s see how he responded first and then let’s judge. Then I’ll explain myself.”
Angela huffed, crossing her arms. “Fine.”
“I started to remind him by asking him several times and leaving notes around the house for his days off. I know it’s not fun to have to do chores and that he works a lot, but we only have so many spoons before they get all gross and crusty from sitting in the sink. Whenever I’d ask he’d say he’d ‘do it in a minute’ or he’d ‘get to it later’ before unpausing whatever sports game he was watching. Obviously, you can see where this is going, he would never do it. But since it needed to be done, I would give up waiting after a while and just do it because it was so disgusting. The other day, I finally got fed up and we got in an argument about it, and he claimed he never did anything because he ‘couldn’t do it as well as I did’ and that I ‘always ended up doing it anyway’. It escalated and I told him I was leaving, but I don’t think he believed me until he saw me packing my stuff the next morning. He tried to ask me to stay and said he’d be better, but I know that man and there is no way he’d change, he’s too stubborn for that. I’ve been staying with my sister for about a week and he keeps calling me and sending me pictures of our apartment being the cleanest it’s ever been. But doing it all by myself took a toll on me, and I really doubt this change is permanent. Am I the asshole?”
Spencer sighed deeply. “Angela was right, do not go back to that man.”
She elbowed him. “I told you so. Weaponized incompetence is gross. Men should be able to help around the house without feeling like their masculinity is taking a hit.”
Shayne nodded. “Yeah, Court and I have a list of chores and we each do the ones we like the best and split the gross ones. Like, they like the texture and smell of clean clothes so they do the laundry and I’m kind of specific about how we load the dishwasher so I do the dishes.”
“My only thing against OP though is that maybe she could’ve brought it up earlier though. Like maybe he didn’t know for a while?”
Angela shook her head. “Oh he absolutely knew, they always do.”
“Not necessarily.”
She tilted her head questioningly. “Storytime?”
“Storytime.”
Shayne nodded. “You have the floor Spencer.”
“Okay, so this may or may not be the first time the audience is hearing about her depending on when we put this out, but you guys know that I have a girlfriend and we’ve been dating and living together for a while.”
“Oh yeah, she’s awesome! We’ve been having sleepovers and watching Derry Girls.” Angela stuck out her tongue at Spencer. “I’m stealing your girl.”
“I wouldn’t blame you if you tried, she really is awesome, I love her a lot.” He cleared his throat. “But anyway, we had a stretch where we were filming Summer Games and I was extremely busy. Like leaving at 5 am and getting back at 8 pm at the earliest and I was exhausted all the time. She was pretty busy at work too but still picked up my slack, and I thought that it was going okay, I mean, she never complained and let me rest and I was very grateful. But one day I came home at like 11 pm and she was just sitting there, surrounded by laundry, crying over a sock and covered in what I think ended up being tomato sauce and cat vomit.”
Everyone grimaced, faces twisting. Angela said what they were all thinking. “Ew.”
“And of course, I rushed over to her and asked what happened, but all she could do was cry because she was so overwhelmed. So I got her in the shower and her favorite pajamas, then did what I could to clean up. And while I was doing that, I realized something, that I hadn’t asked how she had been doing for at least a week, and she had been carrying not only the weight of her problems, but also all of our shared problems and my exhaustion as well. Also that cleaning our carpet of vomit was harder than I thought.” Everyone on set had gone quiet, listening intently to his story. “We sat down and talked about it once she felt better, and it was really difficult, one of the most difficult things we’d ever had to get through. But the general gist was that she needed to not carry it all herself, and she needed to ask me to do things even if I was exhausted and ended up doing it the next morning instead of that second. It was us versus the issue, not us against each other or one of us flying solo. And I reminded her that no matter how many dishes were in the sink or how many shirts were wrinkled, I loved her more than anything in the world. And I still do.”
A pensive silence settled over the room as they processed his words. Shayne broke it with a small laugh, wiping a tear from his eye. “I didn’t know you were about to get all wise on us Spence.”
He shrugged. “She brings out the best in me, what can I say?”
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The next week, you were working from home, listening to Reddit Stories, partly because you needed some background noise while working on a spreadsheet and partly because you wanted to hear your boyfriend’s voice, when he launched into a story that nearly rocked you to your core.
That night was hard. So hard. You had felt like you were drowning. Your dinner had exploded and Cleo had thrown up everywhere and there were so many socks to sort and you just couldn’t do it any longer. But Spencer knew how to help without putting too much on either of you, and it had taken some of the weight off of your shoulders permanently.
Then you thought harder, and went back to his words. He chose the vomit story to soft launch me? Really? That one? You could think of a million better stories about the two of you to use that didn’t involve you being covered in a feline’s bodily fluids.
You heard the door open and felt a warm weight cover your back.
“I’m mad at you, y’know.”
“Mm, what did I do this time?” He pressed a kiss to your hair as you pointed at your phone, where the familiar pink and yellow logo was paused on the screen.
“There are so many better stories about us to reveal you have a girlfriend to the public.”
“But that one is so poignant.”
You leaned your head back into his chest. “That’s a big word for you. You been reading the dictionary lately?”
“Only when I’m not kissing my beautiful girlfriend.”
“Uh huh. Then are you reading or kissing right now you weirdo?”
He started placing feather-light kisses across your cheeks and the back of your neck in response, making you giggle. He paused for a moment to ask, “Did you really not like it?”
“No, no,” you started to laugh harder as the kisses got more aggressive, “I liked it plenty, that just was not my finest hour.”
He spun your desk chair around, caging you in with his arms. “It wasn’t for me either. But the point was that we got through it together because we were willing to put in the work and talk to each other. It felt right to tell it.”
“I think you did a good job.”
He kissed you on the nose. “I’m going to fold the laundry before the socks cause emotional devastation. Are you still good to make dinner tonight?"
You nodded, pulling him in for a real kiss. “As long as you defend my honor from those socks.”
“Will do.”
A/N: My motivation is slowing and I'm probably going to close requests in about a month (July 20th ish) bc I'm starting my senior year of college soon! Very bittersweet and I'm not prepared to get my ass kicked by classes again (which is why my requests will be closing soon). I will finish all the ones I have on backlog before I reopen them! Some of them have been sitting since May and I feel guilty lol but I have a chronic illness and I am So. Tired. All. The. Time.
