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idk if u do headcannons but maybe some specs cuddling headcannons? :3 hes so silly
Cuddling with specs hcs
Gn!reader
A/n Hello! Sorry I've been slacking with fics lately, I've been having some issues with my joints lately and it's been too painful to type for long periods of time :^( but I hope these hcs will tide you over for now! (Also I'm hopefully starting physiotherapy soon, which means typing won't be so painful!! Wish me luck hehe)
His absolute favourite cuddling position is the two of you laying face to face with his arms around your waist, holding you as tight as possible. He ESPECIALLY loves when you fall asleep and bury your face in his chest, he thinks of you like an adorable Teddy bear.
Sometimes he gets a little overstimulated by too much physical contact, but he still likes to lay beside you and hold your hand, or maybe just cuddle one of your tshirts so he can still feel close to you.
Even though you've been dating for a while, he's still not super experienced with relationships. Almost a year into your relationship, he still pulls the "yawn-and-stretch-his-arm-over-your-shoulder" move, and still gets giddy when you pull his arm over you properly and snuggle up to him.
He LOVES kisses, and often can't help himself from interrupting you as you speak with a kiss. You'll be laying in bed facing one another, just talking about comics or music, and all of a sudden his lips will be on yours. It's just that he finds you so endearing when you get passionate about something, and that's his way of showing you he cares about what you have to say.
(Slight nsfw) if he's feeling particularly cheeky, he likes to spoon you so he can cop a feel- you find it adorable how bad he is with subtlety. Although, both of you have learnt not to cuddle like this if you've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow, since it never really results in much sleep.
And finally, cuddling is not limited to behind closed doors, he pretty much always has a hand around your waist, or he's leaning his head on your shoulder, silently begging you for a kiss with his pretty green eyes
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Lingering glances



Steven “Specs” Fisher x Fem!reader
Summary: After getting thrown across the room during the seance session of Elise for Dalton in the further, Specs finds himself being examined by y/n in the kitchen of the Lamberts household. A/n: So I recently binge watched all of the insidious movies and this was the outcome. I have a couple more ideas I might bring to life as well. Hope you enjoy it <3.
Things in the Lambert household had finally calmed down, only if for a minute. The seance session, earlier that night, turned out messier than you had expected. Trying to reach Dalton, as enlightening as it was, by allowing Elise to acknowledge what must be done now, still brought along its aftermath.
The kitchen light flickered softly as you were sitting in front of Specs, your fingers ghosting softly over his forehead as you examined him for any serious injuries. Specs, opposite you, sat slumped against the counter, exhaustion weighing on him, but his green half-lidded eyes never left your face. There was something about the way you bit your lip in concentration, or the way your touch—though clinical—lingered for just a second too long. You didn’t notice the way he was watching you, didn’t see the tired sort of longing in his gaze.
“It seems fine,” you murmured, brushing your thumb carefully and absentmindedly over the growing bump on his forehead. “You’ll live.”
Specs blinked rapidly, snapping himself out of whatever trance he’d fallen into. He tried grinning, though it came out more lopsided than charming. “So that’s a no to a badass scar?”
You huffed a soft laugh and rolled your eyes at him. “Afraid so.”
From the doorway, Tucker and Elise exchanged knowing glances. It was obvious to everyone but to both of you. The way you hovered, the way his shoulders eased when you were close. You were both so oblivious to each other's feelings. Elise patted Tucker on the back softly and returned to the living room, to prepare both Josh and Renai for what was to come.
Satisfied with your assessment, you stepped back, missing the way Specs’ gaze lingered on you for a beat too long. "Press these to your forehead," you said, handing him the frozen meat you had found in the freezer.
He laid his head on the kitchen counter and accepted the frozen pieces of meat you'd offered. “I would look really cool with a scar,” he muttered sloppily to himself under his breath.
Unbeknownst to Specs whose mind was currently miles away, Y/N smiled softly and looked at him longingly from where she was sitting.
Meanwhile, Tucker who was still observing from the doorway, smirked, and before entering the kitchen murmured lowly to himself. “Oh, they’re hopeless.”
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nsft insidious steven “specs” fisher x gn! reader headcanons
- specs would be nervous to make the first move, but he would offer soft touches, primarily on your knees or your shoulders.
- he wouldn’t even realize when he starts petting your arm or patting your knee, and he also has no idea when his platonic touches have gone on for too long.
- just know, the more touchy that he gets, the more likely it is that he’s h0rny and thinking about you nak3d.
- these little touches are a subconscious indicator that he likes you.
- he’s shy in bed and he’s pretty vanilla. for a more k1nky partner, he’d be nervous but more than willing to try.
- he’s really into the idea of filming you. the image of one hand splayed on your stomach or cupping your cheek, and the other gripping the camera, he finds especially er0tic.
- you’d have to reassure him into being comfortable sharing his kinks.
- specs tries to muffle his m0ans. he can be pretty loud if you tell him that’s what you like, but unless you say so, he’s gonna cover his mouth with a hand or clench his jaw in an attempt to hide just how much he’s enjoying it.
- the first couple times, he finishes early.
- he mumbles a lot, usually your name or just repeating sounds like “oh.” before he finishes.
- secretly into the idea of cvmming on your face. in a weird way, it would reassure him and prove that you want him in particular.
- wants to be over-stimulated.
- he fvcks with his hips, gyrating in circular motions, or snapping forward. his hips stutter when he’s about to cvm.
- cute orga$m face, his mouth uncontrollably hangs open and he just starts rambling, breathy noises and mumbled praise falling from his lips.
- aftercare is key. he wants to cuddle you and be as close as he can get. excitedly, he’ll tell you how good it was. after s3x, he gets super chatty and will be more touchy than usual, refusing to leave your side.
- just a super sweet guy.
- he can’t do hook-ups or one night stands, because he catches feelings too easy. he finds s3x to be a really intimate, personal thing that he just wouldn’t be comfortable doing with a stranger. if he did try, he’d just get really paranoid and awkward, either leading to him having some terrible s3x or chickening out and leaving early.
- great guy, 10/10. would love to add to this.
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Specs x fem!reader
They’ve been dating for a while and he lets her in on what he does for work after she confesses she’s psychic.
I Never Told You What I Do for a Living
Specs x reader
a/n: this is the first fanfiction ive actually written so if its not very good give me some time for improvement im learning,, also english is my second language,, ps i havent seen the insidious movies in a minute so this might be kinda off :3 |no pronouns, no use of y/n
wc: 500ish
In the few months that you had been dating Specs, you had both gotten to know each other fairly well and were very comfortable with each other. However, he was very avoidant whenever you would bring up what he did for a living. Eventually, you started to feel like you were prying, so you gave up on asking and decided to let him tell you whenever he felt comfortable.
Even though you two had been dating for a while, you hadn’t gotten around to telling Specs about your clairvoyant abilities, not because you were ashamed or purposefully hiding it, but because the subject had not come up.
It was a lazy Saturday morning and you and Specs had decided to go for coffee and a walk. On your way back to your apartment, you walked past an old house and you immediately felt a strong feeling of anger radiating from whatever spirits were in the house. While walking past the house, the energy was so strong that it caused you to physically have to stop and breathe. Specs immediately noticed the change in your demeanor and looked at you with concern in his eyes. You recovered quickly and continued walking.
“You know that house is super haunted,” you said absent-mindedly. “Really?” Specs said in an intrigued tone “How do you know that?”
You smiled “I might be a touch psychic,” you said as you both continued walking. Specs turned to you “Oh, So do you have premonitions or is it just feelings?” he said excitedly “A little bit of both actually” you replied and he nodded attentively
“Do you hear and see stuff or can you just feel things?” he asked. You paused to take a sip of your coffee before you replied “I feel and hear it mostly, if the energy is really strong that’s when I might be able to see things”
“Wow,” Specs looks at you very absorbed in the conversation “That is fascinating” You felt a bit surprised by his attitude since other people who have told you this information seemed to regard you as crazy or would outright dismiss anything you said. “You know most people I tell that to look at me like I’m a lunatic”
He’s quiet for a little before replying “You know I think you should meet my boss” You were a little confused since it kinda seemed like it was unrelated to the conversation but you were interested nonetheless since this was the closest you had gotten in months in being able to find out what he does. “Really?” you responded “Why would you want me to meet your boss?” you joked.
He smiled “Well actually, she’s a medium and I’m kind of like her assistant, or at least one of her assistants, Tucker also helps a little but I have a slightly more important role,” he said proudly “We’re sorta like professional ghost hunters” you smile back in response and he continues, “I think you should work with us some time”
You thought about it for a brief moment “Do you think your boss would like me?” Specs smiled at you “I think she would love you, I know that I do”
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steven “specs” fisher x reader
It had been a particularly difficult case that day. The clients were new parents to a baby girl, who was born with a rare heart condition that left her much weaker than other infants. This left her vulnerable to the world in general, nonetheless the unseen supernatural forces that were after her life force.
Elise was called instantly after Tucker had used his homemade technology to scan for any other solutions to the strange happenings in the house. It was fairly obvious to him and Specs that there was something far more sinister going on than a gas leak.
Elise got to the family’s home quickly, though the crew of demonologies had seemingly gotten on the case too late. The baby girl was lost to the Further, and her human body was ultimately possessed by one of the demons awaiting her weakest moment.
Nobody in the family had made it out alive by the end of the day. Elise, Specs, and Tucker drove home in silence. When Elise pulled into her driveway, she let out a sigh.
“We can’t win them all, boys.” She said. She got out of the car and trudged up the porch steps. Specs and Tucker exchanged a quick solemn glance before following suit. The three of them disappeared into their respective bedrooms, all of them expecting to lay awake for a long time after getting into bed.
Specs didn’t bother changing out of his suit and tie when he crawled into his bed, nor did he bother taking off his glasses. He let his head drop to his pillow and closed his eyes, despite his head being far too full of haunting thoughts to even try to sleep. He opened them a few moments later, finding himself staring at the back of your head. You had fallen asleep while waiting up for Specs, having had gotten too tired to keep your eyes open.
Specs inched closer to your slow-breathing body, snaking an arm around your waist. He buried his face in the back of your neck and let out a deep breath. You stirred, letting out a yawn as you realized that Specs had finally come back. You turned around to face him as he adjusted his arm around you. Specs gave you a smile as soon as he saw your face, and suddenly everything felt okay again.
“Took you long enough,” You said with another yawn, squinting your eyes as they adjusted to the darkness. Specs grinned and used his free hand to touch the side of your face.
“Trust me, it felt like forever being away from you.” He said softly. You snuggled closer to him, Specs’s chin resting on your head as he wrapped both of his arms around your body. You fell asleep together, both of you happier than you had been the entire day apart.
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Hello! I have a request: tumblr has a huge lack of smut fics with Specs.
How about a Specs x reader fic where the reader lives at Elise's with Specs and Tucker. One sleepless night, the reader joins Specs in his room. They talk for hours about anything and everything, and… well, one thing leads to another… 👁🫦👁
At the beginning of the night you were very tired. A day full of running around with the group to different haunted locations. Trying to make sure that Elise had everything she needed for when she would view the places we were in. Of course by the end of the day being back in your own bed, you weren't able to sleep. You felt restless and decided that checking and seeing if specs was awake was the best idea. Putting on a hoodie you run down the hall as quietly as you can until you make it to his door. You see a small light on inside and knock lightly hoping to at least catch his attention. You open the door and sure enough there he is on his bed, under the covers, reading a comic. He looked up and seemed to have a look of relief on his face.
"Can't sleep?"
You scoff at the word sleep.
"Nope. Who needs it. It comes at the worst times and when I really want it it's nowhere to be found."
He nods and lets out a small chuckle. He pats the spot next to him and places his comic down in his nightstand. Smiling at the invitation you take it and plop right down next to him.
It seemed like hours had passed and by then you both had talking about everything under the sun. At the moment specs was going on a comic book rant. About all the ones he has seen that were worth money and how he's glad he didn't sell them. In all honesty, you did care about what he was saying. You always have been so shocked at his knowledge on comics and everything alike. But at this specific moment you couldn't really focus on his words anymore. He seemed so happy to share this information. He was so invested in it. All you could focus on was his features. The way he'd light up at a certain mention of a comic and issue number.
It seemed in your all focused state you didn't focus on the fact that he had just realized that you weren't paying attention to his words anymore. He notices the way your eyes glance at his lips. He has had this crush on your for a while but never done anything about it due to the idea that you didn't like him like that. But now all that information is out of the window. He had stopped talking by this point and now you both were just staring at each other in silence. He was feeling bold and also a tad bit lucky when he decided to lean forward. He remembers precisely the second his lips touched yours that all he wanted to do was be there in that exact moment. With your lips against his and the feeling that everything will be alright. He wanted more but didn't know if he should ask or just do. You seemed to answer that question almost immediately. You climbed on top of his lap and started to grind into him. You could feel him hardening through his pajama bottoms. You moaning into his mouth as you felt him rub right up against that bundle of nerves. You placed your hand on the back of his neck and started grinding a bit harder. He too was moaning and groaning underneath you.
Soon the feeling in your gut started to rise higher and higher and you could tell he was feeling it too. He placed his hands on your hips and helped you grind down harder. Suddenly the feeling was there and neither of you could warn the other. He held you close to him and you held him. You both breathed hard and when you finally caught your breath you looked into each others eyes. You were definitely feeling a bit of fatigue now. Your eyes were starting to become a bit droopy. Specs noticed this.
"You're tired already?"
You smiled and placed your head on his shoulder. He rubbing your back a bit before helping you roll off of him. He got his cover and placed it on you before running over to the bathroom. When he comes back this time he has different pants on and when he gets close he grabs the see through slip and places the comic back into it before placing it in a drawer. He climbs into bed with you. He holds you close and soon you both fall asleep in each others arms.
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Specs x Reader Gender Neutral Reader TW: violence, blood, mentions of death and school shooters, there may be more I have forgotten to mention so just a general proceed with caution.
"I'm looking for Sebastian Parker. Sebastian are you with us?" The psychic, Elise, calls to the room. You roll your eyes, not so subtly, and catch the eye of the bearded camera man, Tucker. He shakes his head and looks back at his screen as he continues to walk around the group of six gathered in a circle in your dining room.
Your older brother, Sebastian, died two years ago and your mom, Alice, hasn't been the same since. None of you have, but your mom seemed to be taking it the hardest. Sebastian was thirteen years older than you and from a previous relationship your mom had. Your dad, Patrick, always said Sebastian was his son. They were close. The year Sebastian turned eighteen, he went to your dad and asked him to be adopted. Your dad agreed, enthusiastically and cried hugging Sebastian and just repeating 'my son' over and over again. The night Sebastian died, your dad stood in his hospital room, stroking his head, repeating those words over and over again.
Your little sister, Olivia, sat across from you. She and Sebastian also had a good relationship. With a twenty one year gap between the two, Livvy and Sebastian were the closest. You alway envied their relationship. Sebastian was smart and loved to help Livvy with her homework. He was an English teacher at the local high school. Livvy would visit him in his class and would help him with presentations and fun stuff he'd do with his classes. You would help with costumes and behind the scenes stuff. Livvy and Sebastian belonged on stage together. Since his death, Livvy hasn't been as involved with the school's theater program, but still auditions and does the plays. "For Sebby," she says.
You and Sebastian were close, but only after he moved out. When you were born, he was a stubborn teenager who didn't want the attention of his mother and the only stable father figure he'd ever known taken away from him. He didn't want his weekends taken by some brat he'd have to watch, which was seldom if at all. After he moved out, you got sick with pneumonia and almost died in the hospital. He realized how much he cared for you and drove eighteen hours back from college to be with you. He transferred closer to be with the family and would let you stay at his apartment when your mom had bad days. Her pregnancy with Olivia was not an easy one. You and Sebastian grew close and went to all thr new movies, sport games, and community events together and with his friends. You were even the flower girl at Sebastian's best friend's wedding when you were twelve.
Your mom has Sebastian at fifteen and was a single mom until she met your dad. She struggled to get by and from a young age, Sebastian realized that they didn't have much and he would do odd jobs for people of the community. When your dad came to town, wanting a fresh start away from toxic parents and a crazy ex, Sebastian askedif he needed ay help with boxes "for a price." Your dad agreed and later met your mom. Your dad would always ask Sebastian to "help" with leaky faucets, painting walls, and working on cars. His job was to sit and make sure your dad was doing everything safely. Eventually your parents started dating and got married two years later. Your dad helped put her through nursing school and she has loved every second of her job. After being a single mom and her child, relying on each other, and practically growing up together, your mom and Sebastian were best friends. Losing him broke her. She stayed in bed for months. One day she was back to her normal self, making pancakes for everyone.
"What's this, honey? It's after ten at night?" Your dad asked, putting his keys in thr bowl by the door as you and Livvy put your coats on h hooks.
"Is it? Oh, well, I've been so busy. I guess I lost track of time," she replied with a smile on her face.
"What have you been doing?"
"I cleaned the whole house. Where have you been?"
"Work, school, dinner, and Livvy's play. Why are you cleaning the whole house? We did that this past weekend."
"Sebastian's coming home."
With that statement, all three hearts broke.
"Hey mom, it's late, let's get you to bed," you say and try to lead your mom to her room. After a little resistance you an your father manager to get your mom into bed. After that your mom kept insisting Sebastian would be coming home and recently she's started trying to contact him. Weird things started happening andit scared Olivia to the point she was always over at your apartment.
Last week, your dad woke up with scratches down his back. You immediately started looking for help and tracked down Elise. You arranged to meet at your parent's house tonight and Elise decided a seance would be the best course of action. You, being a skeptic, scoffed at her.
"There's no such things as ghosts."
"Ghosts, spirits, demons, they all exist, (Y/N), and we're the ones who are going to help you rid yourselves of them."
"No offense, Elise, but this is crazy."
"Sometimes crazy works."
So, now, you're in the dining room of your childhood home, having a seance to contact your dead brother. Still convinced that this is crazy, you look around the circle. You can't read your dad's face, but your mom has a look of hope, Livvy looks scared, Elise has a look of intense concentration, and her assistant, Spec, is writing at lightning speed as Elie speaks.
"Sebatian Parker. Follow the sound of my voice."
You scoff and try to coverit with a cough, but Tucker and Specs both give you looks. You put your gaze forward and close your eyes just as something grabs your chair and pulls it backwards. You let out a startled scream. You're lifted off the ground and feel your throat burn as if someone is choking you, but there is nobody there. You cough, gag, and sputter as Livvy watches in frozen horror, your mom stands with her hands over her mouth.
"Patrick, do something," she calls as she grips Livvy's arm tight. He leaps into action and tries to pull you off the wall. He's thrown across the room into Tucker and they both go down. Specs leaps from his seat and starts to rush toward you, but is thrown back into the China cabinet. The glass shatters and rains down around Spec's limp body. You try to scream, but nothing comes out.
Tucker sits up slowly. Once he's checked back into what's happening, he grabs his camera and springs to his feet, pointing the camera around the room.
"I command you to leave this family alone!"
You fall to the floor and take in a big gulp of air. Elise and her entire chair are tipped backwards and an invisible force starts to choke her. You mother and sister scream in terror and run to the corner and huddle together. Your dad sits up and watches, beary eyes and confused. You realize the danger Elise is in, so you run to the kitchen for salt and then the living room for an iron fire poking stick.
Hoping for the best, you swing the stick above Elise and she takes in a breath. You make a big circle out of the salt.
"Everyone in the ring! Don't mess it up!" You shout. Everyone does as they're told, except for Specs, who is still out.
"Steven! Steven, please, wake up!" Elise pleads. Specs' limp, bloody, body is dragged across the floor, up the wall, and is pinned to the ceiling. You all start shouting for him to wake up. He does and immediately starts to panic. He's thrown against the far wall and falls to the floor.
With every ounce of courage you have, you jump the salt line and swing the poking stick wildly as you run to Specs. You try to help him up, but you can't swing and lift at the same time. Luckily, Tucker followed you and lifts his friend up and over his shoulder. The three of you make your way back to the circle where Tucker sets Specs down. The China cabinet shakes and the broken glass rattles.
"Leave them alone!" Elise yells. A chair raises behind Elise. It charged forward and you shove her out of the way just in time for it to hit you in the face.
You open your eyes and it's the dining room, but darker. You look around and see misty figures. It's your parents, sister, Elise, and her two assistants.
"(Y/N)!" A voice calls, far in the distance. You stand up and walk through the house. The voice continues to call for you. You climb the stairs and walk to Sebastian's room. You open the door to be met with a lady in a black wedding dress. Her hands reach for your throat, but something shoves her aside. Sebastian stands in her place and grabs your hand. Together, you two run down the stairs and out of the house.
"The garage," you say as the two of you reach the lawn. The lady in black appears in the doorway of the house. Sebastian looks for the spare key and fumbles it into the lock.
"What now?" Sebastian asks as he locks the door behind him.
"Remember when I was a kid and you were in college you showed me how to make a flame thrower?"
"With the aerosol spray can and a lighter? Yeah, but what are you going to do?"
"Burn her," you say with determination as you grab cans of spray paint off a shelf. Sebastian grabs the lighters from a drawer and tosses you one. Sebatian unlocks the door as you hide. As the lady enters, Sebastian sends flames in her direction. She tries to back up, but you step out of your hiding spot and spark up your makeshift flamethrower. She vanishes and you both put out your flames. You look at each other and laugh. Sebastian holds his arms out for a hug, which you gladly accept.
"We miss you, you know?"
"I know. I've been watching. Mom kept talking to me. I heard her, but the lady in black wouldn't let me communicate."
"Well, now you can."
"No, Cesario, I don't think I can."
You smile almost melancholic at the nickname. You read Twelfth Night when you were in your first semester of college and hated it. You can't understand Shakespeare to save your life. You decided to watch it instead and you developed a crush on Johnny Young, the guy that was playing Viola/Cesario in the production. Since then, Sebastian has called you Cesario as a joke. You miss that.
Elise smiles warmly as you come into view, holding Sebastian close to your side. You look down to where your father is holding your head in his lap, your mom is crying into your chest, and your sister is staring at you, fear etched on her delicate features.
"Hello, Sebastian. (Y/N)," Elise greets. Everyone looks to the direction Elise is looking.
"Where are we?" You ask.
"I call it The Further."
"Is it the afterlife?"
"Something like that, I suppose. I know seeing your brother again has been good for you, but you need to get back into your body," Elise says. You nod in understanding as dark figures shift in the shadows. You turn towards Sebastian and grab his hands.
"I love you, Seb. I miss you every single day. Nothing will ever change that. I wish I was there to stop the shooter from getting to you, but you were a hero. All the kids were fine. Physically anyway. Emotionally they're all traumatized," you say, tears cascading down your cheeks. Sebastian chuckles at your last statement and wipes the tears away.
"I'm glad they're relatively okay. I love you, too. Make sure mom, dad, and Liv know I love them as well?" Sebastian asks. You nod and give him one last hug before walking to your body. There's a flash of light that engulfs you.
Your eyes flutter open to see your family hovering over you. You sit up an hug your mom.
"He loves you guys," you say into your mom's shoulder. "He saved me too. He pushed the woman in black away and he taught me how to make a flamethrower."
"You did that when you were little. You burned down my rose bush," your dad says through his tears.
"We used them on the lady in black."
"Makes sense to me," Olivia says hugging you.
"My son," your dad whispers as his arms wrap around you.
A little while later, you walk into th bathroom to find a shirtless Specs picking glass from his back. Ot at last attempting to.
"Need some help?" You ask. The man jumps and turns to you. He sheepishly nods ans his cheeks turn red. You take the tweezers from him and start pulling small glass shards from his back. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he says with a laugh, "I've had worse. Actually, no, not really, this is probably the worst."
"Well, a ghost threw you into a China cabinet, so I'm not surprised."
"Still a skeptic?"
"No, but I know not to mess with that stuff."
"Smart cookie, you are. Ow."
"Sorry," you say before chuckling. "I don't think I've ever hears a more pitiful 'ow' in my life."
"I don't see a point in screaming. It won't do any good."
"Could be quite pleasurable. Let me know I'm doing a good job," you joke. Specs turns around to face you.
"Is that an invitation, (Y/N)?" He asks quietly. He moves to your ear and whispers "because I may have to take you up on that."
Your breath catches for a moment before you make Specs turn back around. Your cheeks heat up as you start pulling glass from the taller man's shoulder blade.
"In your dreams."
"I can't wait."
You take the next twenty minutes or so to pull glass from his back. When you're certain you got it all, you leave Specs to clean up. Your mom provided towels and your father and sister ran down to the twenty four hour gas station to get bandages and pain killers. Tuck walks over with an ice pack wrapped in a towel and presses it gently to your head.
"He likes you. He's been talking about you since we met last week. He wanted to ask you on a date, but doesn't know how to ask. Or when to ask. Obviously, he couldn't during all of this mess," Tucker gestures vaguely around at the mess of shatter glass, a splintered chair, and blood.
"Well, he was right in that aspect," you say.
"You should've heard him the day we met," He says before pitching his voice up to mimic his friend. "Tuck, did you see (Y/N)? Do you think they'd say yes if I asked them out? They had th prettiest eyes I've-"
Tucker is cut off by the bathroom door opening and Specs walking out. Shock, hurt, and embarrassment on his. He opens his mouth to say something before shoving past you and Tucker.
"I think you messed up, there, buddy," you say as Tucker just nods and walks into the bathroom with the towels your mom gave him and his spare clothes.
"He'll get over it," he called as he closed the door. Feeling bad for Specs, you go to look for him and find him on the back porch steps. You grab a blanket from thr back of the couch and walk outside. You wrap the blanket around his shoulders. He flinched from the sudden coverage on his back.
"It's too cold for you to be out here shirtless and with wet hair."
"So?"
"So? So, you'll get sick and miss our date."
He turns his head so fast he almost gives himself whiplash. You give him a soft smile and he smiles back. His face turns serious as he looks back across the yard at the old swing and play fort. He stands and hold out his hand. You take it and you both walk across the yard. Specs climbs into the fort and turns back to you with a goofy smile. You follow him up and you both sit facing the house where you see your mom and Elise talking.
"How did your brother die?"
"Some kid decided that if he couldn't have his ex girlfriend, nobody could. She was in Sebastian's class and one of the other teachers warned him and told him who it was. His class hid the girl behind a bookshelf and when the kid tried to come in and found the door locked, he shot through the doorknob and walked in. Seb stood up for the class. He blocked the kid from them. The kid kept threatening him, but Seb held his ground. The police came in at about that time and it scared the kid and he pulled the trigger. He claimed it was an accident. He went in with thr intention to kill someone. There was no accident. Seb was rushed to the hospital and died three days later. He was a hero. At graduation that year, all the students gave my mom a single red rose. The ones in his class that day gave my mom these folders full of letters written from themselves, their friends, and their families. They gave us some good memories to look back on and kind words of support and encouragement. It was sweet."
Specs' thumb wipes a tear from your cheek. He pulls you into his side for a hug, which you gratefully accept and return. The sliding glass door opens.
"Hey, we got stuff for Specs," Livvy's voice carries through the night. Specs let's you go and turns to slide down the slide. You follow him again and you walk to the house. Specs takes a seat backwards in a chair. He winces as your mom takes the blanket off his shoulders, the fibers from the fluffy blanket sticking to the fluid oozing from the wounds.
"You okay?" You ask, concerned. Specs nods and rests his forehead on the back of the chair. Livvy pulls you to the side to start cleaning up. Tucker and your dad pick up thr cabinet as you sweep the glass and Livvy picks up the broken chair.
"Can't belive (Y/N) broke this with their head," Livvy laughs.
"Yeah, and they've got a pretty good bruise to show for it," your dad replies.
"It's not that bad is it?" You ask as you sweep the glass into the dustpan.
"Well, it's not great," Livvy says. You set the broom and dustpan aside and make your way to the bathroom. You're looking at your forehead when the door opens.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," Specs jokes. You smile as you make eye contact in the mirror.
"You alright?"
"Are you? You have a bruise on your head. You should be checked for a concussion," he says. You turn toward him and he grabs both sides of your head. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"I like your shirt," you say, pulling at his Star Wars t-shirt.
"Star Wars fan?"
"Nope. Never seen a single movie."
"Okay, well, that's what we will be doing for our date."
"Watching Star Wars?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
Specs leans closer to you and you loom up at him. Your eyes flutter closed. You can feel his breath fan over your face. A knock sounds at the door, breaking you two apart.
"(Y/N), you in there?" Your mom's voice calls. "I want to look at your head, darling."
"Yeah, mom. I'm in here," you answer. You barely open the door and slip through. Your mom checks you over and you agree to go to the hospital.
You and your dad walk out with Elise, Tucker, and Specs. You manage to pull Specs behind a tree as your dad and Elise talk and Tucker loads the van.
"Give me your phone," you say, holding out your hand. He does so and you put your number in. You two talk a few more minutes.
"Specs, let's go," Tucker yells at the tree. You bid him goodbye and he starts to walk away. You and your father walk to the car. Before Tucker can drive away the side door of the van opens. Specs jogs across the yard to you, spins you around, and crashes his lips into yours. You kiss him back just as he pulls away.
"See you Saturday," he smiles and pecks your lips one more time before running back to the van. You watch the van drive down the street as the sun begins to rise.
"Got yourself a boyfriend, huh, (Y/N)," your dad teases.
"Shut up," you say as you get into the car.
#this is my first specs fic#im watching the mule as i finish writing this#insidious#specs insidious#steven specs fisher#specs x reader#Adam's Fic Posting Time#leigh whannell
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can you do a scenario of the dateables reacting to a pregnant single mom reader moving in? Love your work btw 💋💋💋
DATE EVERYTHING! SCENARIOS
Single! Pregnant! Mom Reader! x Dateables
Part 1, Part 2, Reggie's Part
"Hush, Little one calm yourself.."
You whisper hands slowly caressing your stomach as you feel the life growing inside you growing active. Feeling their little kicks as you wake up for a new day.
You stretch yourself up. As you prepare yourself to go to the bathroom. One hand supporting your big round belly as you plan to go upstairs.
As much as you can want to start a day with a shower. You really wanted to try the bathtub that is located upstairs in the second bathroom for a warm bath for you and your little one.
As you try to wobble yourself up to the second floor. Feeling a bit tired. You hear the sound of water running on the upstairs bathroom.
You then walk a bit faster thinking you forgot to close the faucet sink in the bathroom.
Not noticing the doors that already opened on the second floor and the air-conditioning vent being on set to your desired temperature.
As you approach the upstairs bathroom. You saw that the source of the running water is due to the bathtub faucet nearly filling the bathtub half full.
You turn off the faucet and plan to drain the tub but as you dunk your hands in the water. You noticed that the water was already a bit warm, which is the perfect temperature for the bath you were planning.
As you undress and soak yourself in the bathtub you feel your little one in your belly beginning to calm down. You giggle, as you start clean yourself.
As days passed ever since you lived in your home you begin to notice things have been getting a lot easier for you.
- Doors being already opened whenever you plan to enter a room.
- A chair being in the right place at the right time whenever you feel tired.
- The Clothes you plan to wear already being there whenever you open your closet.
- The food on your freezer being fresh and not needed to be defrosted whenever you plan to eat.
- Even the things you dropped on the floor or forgotten appearing out of nowhere on the table or on the shelf. When you try to find it.
- Some stains seemingly disappear whenever you plan to clean it.
- Or whenever you felt things getting overwhelming the T.V. or your phone recommends you a video or music to distract yourself.
You wonder to yourself as you touch your belly remembering all the odd things happening in your home.
But your questions will soon be answered, when a mysterious package delivered in your doorstep containing some glasses.
Which led you to learn about the personified objects and concepts of your house.
To say you were shock, was quite understandable as you hear Skylar explaining to you that you could date with just about any objects in your house.
You feel a bit overwhelmed as you try to explain to Skylar that you don't have time to do all that dating stuff. Not with the life growing inside you.
She smiled and reassured you that it's ok, cause some objects are ok with just being friends and also very willing to help you with just about anything.
You try to interject that you didn't want to be a bother to any of the objects in your house.
But Skylar encourages you to try to use the glasses to one of the objects in your house. Which led you to meet Dorian.
You were quite in shock to meet the tall intimidating (but handsome) English man who is actually your door.
But Dorian being a gentleman said that he is willing to help you at anything you need rather than just opening the doors for you.
You eyes widen at the realization of him helping you, so you thank him for everything he's done even if it's just opening doors.
Dorian just smiled and said that it's no problem and he is willing to help as much as he can.
As time goes, as you begin to meet the other objects and surprisingly some concepts in your home. You have never felt more spoiled than anything.
You learned that Bathsheba and River are responsible for filling up the bathtub with the right temperature everytime you want to use the bathtub instead of the shower. And as you take a bath you feel Barry slowly massaging your shoulders as you hear them gossip.
Tydus and Tyrell will make sure that you don't slip while In the Bathroom or Laundry room. Tydus will explicitly warn the toxic couple cough Harper cough Dirk cough not to bring they're problems with you.
But with your bleeding heart you probably help the couples in the laundry room a lot more easier since they don't wanna pressure you a bit too much. Especially Drysdale and Washford they probably get back together because of them admiring your resilience and helpfulness.
On which they try to repay you with poetic compliments and helping you with the laundry.
The Kitchen crew also try to lessen your workload when planning to have a meal. You have the Kitchen Equipment Objects like Luke, Stefan and Kopi being the ones who cook or heat up any food when you're hungry.
Mitchell and Friar taking notes and guiding the others on what food is best for you and your baby.
Daisuke and Cabrizzio also being gentle with you and also giving you a hand when you need a rest. Complimenting and encouraging you while they're at it.
There are sometimes when some objects like Curt and Rod, Penelope and more get curious about the life growing inside you. Some asking you questions which you try to answer to the best of your ability like.
But when you get overwhelmed some objects will step-in like Abel, Dasha and also Dorian again when things get too hard.
And when in the bedroom the objects who reside will try their absolute best to provide you with the best comfort as possible.
Like Betty giving you cuddles and Mateo making sure to keep you warm on cold-nights with various soft blankets and also letting you pet some of the inanimals.
The Hanks on the other hand really try to control they're enthusiasm when they meet you as they try not to scream to much.
You remember Hank 3 being a bit more flirty with you, saying that he loves single moms 😉 which you laugh in response. Which made the other Hanks tell him to chill out and all.
And there's also Hank 5 who really admired you especially that you still stay strong despite everything that happened to you. And he and the other Hanks will probably be one of the objects who would help you the most immediately getting everything you need just by asking them.
Koa and Chairemi will make sure that you always sit comfortably. Chairemi mostly will immediately try to make you sit on her whenever you're tired.
Speaking of being tired some Objects will insist on carrying you whenever you want to go to some far corners of the house especially when you want to go upstairs or in the attic. Kristof, Shelley and Duncan will definitely have an argument on who will be doing it.
And while they're doing that some Immediately take the chance to carry you themselves most especially The Hanks especially Hank 5, Dorian, Volt and Eddie and also Tony.
Volt and Eddie will definitely try to make your stay at the Breaker Box more comfortable giving you non-alcoholic drinks and also charming you while you're at it and not just those two. Tony especially as well making you laugh whenever you two meet.
Other objects will keep you entertained when you're a bit bored like Telly, Chance and Parker. Parker especially will try to tone down the craziness for a bit but that doesn't mean he will tolerate on you being a cheater at his games😅
Celia and Florence has definitely been telling other objects to keep an eye on you a lot more. And Wallace also being your bodyguard Incase of rowdiness from other objects.
And also Farya being there to check your progress and your belly Incase of a health scare. And also Phoenicia already prepared to call an ambulance whenever.
If you are still having a job especially when it's online, Mac and Willi will definitely lend you a helping hand if any problems occur.
And when things get down especially when you feel insecure or if you're thinking that you are being a bother to anyone Teddy, Amir and also Hector and surprisingly Fantina sometimes, will make sure to keep all that negative thoughts away telling you that you're beautiful and strong and also that you will become a good mother.
At some cases everyone will probably try to fight one another on who could touch your belly. Being surprised and curious when they felt the baby kick or move.
With them being excited when the little one would finally come out to join the family.
As time passes you made friends and probably some lovers 😉 to help you and your beloved little one in your home no matter what.... ♥️
And that's all. For my first request in I granted. Hope this satisfies you.
And also sorry for the inconsistencies of pregnancy. Let me know on what you think 😉 See ya! 🫳
#date everything#date everything scenarios#date everything x reader#dateable x reader#dateables x pregnant mom! reader#Skylar Specs#dorian the door#Bathsheba the bathtub#River the water#Barry the makeup supplies#Tydus Andromache#Tyrell the Towel#Harper the Hamper#Dirk the Dirty Laundry#Dysdale the Dryer#Washford the Washing machine#Luke Nuke'm#Stefan the Stove#Stephen “Stefan” Stovey#Kopi the Coffeepot#Mitchell Linn#Friar Errol#Daisuke the Dishware#Cabrizzio the Cabinet#Curt & Rod the Curtain & Curtain Rod#Penelope the Office Supplies#Abel the Table#Dasha the Desk#Betty the bed#want to add more of the cast mentioned but alreay hit the limit 🥲
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NSFW Alphabet (Aizawa Shouta)
(NSFW obviously, Demi/Ace-Spectrum!Aizawa, fem!Reader, chubby!Reader)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Sleepy (no surprise there) and cuddly, very soft. He'll help you clean up, get you anything you may need in that moment, and then he'll pull you into his arms and close his eyes. His voice is a groggy murmur, speaking with you in his half-asleep state, not bothered if you want to talk for a while, but not exactly trying to stay up for it, either.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes to watch his hands press into your soft flesh, the way you look so delicate against his scarred body. He likes to brush his stubbled jaw along your tender neck, the lightest of shivers he gets from you after doing that.
He favors your waist, which he likes to grab and give a soft squeeze while passing you in the house. He likes your thighs, how they clench around his head as he goes down on you, like you need him there. He likes your upper arms, running the back of his knuckles up and down them as you spare a few moments to talk in the morning. Your body is so soft, it's precious, decadent, he's in awe that he's allowed to touch you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He likes cumming inside of you. It hits on some sort of primal need in him that he's never experienced with a previous partner. Just you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Midnight made a joke that you should try wearing cat ears in the bedroom and Shouta hasn't stopped thinking about it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He has experience, enough to know what he's doing and what he likes. But he's found with you he has a bigger sexual appetite and he's found out even more about himself than he has with previous partners. He's greatly expanded his knowledge.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes positions where he can see your face and watch your expressions, where he can crowd in close to you and be flush up against you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Not necessarily either. He's soft with you, more open, he's not so stoic that there's no room for laughter in the bedroom.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He doesn't really trim any of his body hair, down below included, if it really bothers you, he'll probably do some basic maintenance.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He's all about the intimacy when it comes to sex with you. Before you, sex was scratching an itch, with you, sex is another expression of his feelings for you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Occasionally jerks off in the shower if he feels the need, very disinterested about it. He's gotten into mutual masturbation with you, he loves watching you play with yourself, the way you react to him watching you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Body worship. He could spend hours appreciating your body if he could, running his hands over your soft curves, pressing kisses to your sensitive skin. He also loves eating pussy, your pussy specifically. All of his most intense desires revolve around you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The bedroom or the living room couch, because the post-sex nap spot is right there and ready to go.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You do. Sometimes you'll do the most innocuous thing and it'll just cause desire to bloom in him. If you look to him, express your want for him, your need, he reacts instantly.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He's not a fan of pain play, especially inflicting the pain. He might be willing to try bondage with you but he refuses to bring the capture weapon into the bedroom. It's a tool for his job, and he doesn't want to bring that into his intimate life.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves giving oral, he could spend the rest of his life buried between your thighs. There's nothing more intimate and satisfying than giving you pleasure in this way and he's made sure over the course of your relationship that he's damn good at it. Honestly, he doesn't even need to be reciprocated, this could be the extent of your activities for the night and he'd be a happy man.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It varies, he's very much willing to go at your desired pace. He gets a lot out of the pleasure he gives you, so if you want faster, slower etc that works for him as well.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn't prefer them, he likes taking his time.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's open to new ideas but slow to voice his own curiosities. He can take risks if properly motivated.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Shouta's pretty much a one and done kind of guy, but he makes it last. He spends a lot of time on foreplay and he's pretty good at holding off on his own orgasm. He makes sure that you're satisfied.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn't have any toys for himself but he likes to use toys on you and he likes watching you use toys on yourself. He likes getting you new toys and helping you shop for them, and helping you test them out, of course.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He can get in a teasing mood sometimes, but he caves so easily when you whine and beg.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not too loud, lots of rumbling groans and cut off swears. He checks in with you a lot, wanting to know how you feel, what you need.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He's somewhere on the ace spectrum, maybe demi. He's desperately attracted to you, and it's because it's you. He'd never thought much of the curve of a person's waist, but the curve of your waist will often catch his attention. He doesn't really question it, he doesn't spend a lot of time pondering labels. He's happy with you and that's what's important.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's got a thick cock of average length, not much of a grower, what you see is what you get. He's got a lot of body hair, you'd think he has some sort of werewolf quirk, and a littering of scars all over from his dangerous job. Rugged. He's muscular, of course, after all the training, but he's got a little bit of softness to him still. He's not strict with his diet and his exercise isn't to achieve a particular form.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He's got a moderate sex drive, but even on nights where he's not in the mood to receive pleasure, he can readily be spurred in the mood to give it.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Very quickly, and eagerly. It's one of his favorite parts of the whole ordeal.
(Let me know if you want to see me do this or the SFW Alphabet for other MHA characters. Feel free to drop me an ask for headcanons or drabbles.)
#aizawa x reader#aizawa shouta x reader#mha x reader#aizawa smut#mha smut#female reader#fem!reader#chubby!reader#ace spec Aizawa#smut#laser writes
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞
Summary: The different reactions Baki Men have to you asking for a baby. Warnings; fem reader (reader is called a woman), reader can get pregnant, mentions of pregnancy, no proofread whatsoever lol
The Happy One (Breeder Mentality)
He doesn't let you finish your sentence, already pouncing on you while smothering your face with kisses. His arms are wrapped around you as he lifts you up in the air, swinging you around. This is what he's been dreaming about, all he could ever think about whenever you're around. He's so excited that he can't even contain himself, letting his imagination run wild. He was starting to get worried that you'd never ask, baby! He lays you down, running a hand up your side, whispering that you should get things started. After all, it's now or never! Katsumi Orochi, Biscuit Olivia, Pickle, Chiharu Shiba, Gaia, Jun Guevaru. Atsushi Suedou.
The Hesitant One (Unsure of Themselves)
He doesn't have a reaction, just standing there and staring. Not a peep, not even a gasp. He doesn't even blink! He just stares. It's impossible to tell what he's thinking, and immediately you retract your statement, now feeling unsure of yourself. You're stopped by his hand, preventing you from leaving him, and forcing you to look at him. With a straight face, he'll assure you that he'll think about it, but he needs time. You'll agree, but feel a little off-put by the whole situation. Little do you know, you've just triggered a mid-life crisis in this man (lol), and now he's second-guessing his whole life goals and mission. His whole life, he thought that he'd just be a fighter, a man with blood ingrained in the cracks of his palm and the permanent white noise of cracking bones and screams. He couldn't imagine himself with the domestic life, finding it more laughable than believable. Could he truly be a father? Is he even capable? JACK HANMA, Karou Hanayama, Baki Hanma (?), Kaiou Dorian
The Old Man (His Back Isn't Going to Make It)
Listen, Sweetheart, he loves you with all his heart, and he'd burn the whole world just to see you smile, but he's far past his prime. He's lived a long life of training, blood, sweat, and tears. His whole life has been filled with a constant dedication towards the martial arts (or the arena), and he's never once thought of himself as a family man. If anything, he always thought that he'd live his life always on the run, never giving the family life a second thought. Now, look at where he is, living the domestic dream with you tucked into his side, but, even then, he doesn't think children (or having another child) will ever happen... not when his knees are cracking whenever he stands- DOPPO OROCHI, Izo Motobe(ish), Gouki Shibukawa, Ryuukou Yanagi (kinda), Kanji Igari
The Baby Repellent (AKA The Asshole)
That's cute; did you really think he'd ever agree to that? You must've forgotten who he is, what he does, and how he lives. He doesn't do children, absolutely not. He's never held a child, nor has he maintained a long interaction with one, and he doesn't have any interest in doing so. He's never liked children. If anything, it's the opposite. He rather gouge his eyes out than change a diaper or tear his nails off than bounce a kid on his knee. Never, it'll never happen, so you better get that idea out of your head. Kiyosumi Katou, Ryuukou Yanagi, Doyle, Sikorsky, Spec,
The Hesitant One Pt.2 (Wants To Feel Things Out First)
There could be multiple different things that could be holding them back (age, work, or training), and it just means they want to take smaller steps; maybe get engaged? Do taxes together? Go to the grocery store together? Just to make sure that you're both ready to take this next step, especially since children are such a big responsibility. Don't get it wrong! They would love nothing else than to have a family with you, wanting to grow old together and fall asleep in each others' arms, but the reality is that this world is stressful, and a child only adds to that. They don't want to go into this without thinking, instead, the both of you should sit down and talk about what security nets you have, why you want to have children, etc. All the while you're having this conversation, they're trying to hide the current hard-on that's raging in their trousers, not wanting to ruin this serious conversation with the creeping fantasies of you swollen and glowing like all pregnant women do. Baki Hanma, Kaiou Retsu, Kureha Shinogi, Izo Motobe, Kozue Matsumoto,
#x reader#baki the grappler#baki son of ogre#baki headcanons#baki hanma x reader#jack hanma x reader#jun guevaru x reader#biscuit oliva x reader#doppo orochi x reader#kiyosumi katou x reader#katsumi orochi x reader#sikorsky x reader#gaia x reader#kaiou retsu x reader#dorian x reader#spec x reader#izo motobe x reader
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the tell tale heart.
“Oh, God, what do I do? I mean, if I call the cops, maybe they’ll let me off, ‘cause it wasn’t my fault—“
my content aware has given me a tickle! this fic includes graphic mentions of violence, specifically mentions of head wounds and death. this fic also contains vivid descriptions of guilt.
The man’s blood slowly seeps through his white collared shirt and leaks onto your floor. You feel your knees go weak.
“Are they— are they gonna question me? Is a Valdivian representative going to be loitering outside? I’m gonna fucking kill ‘tinfoilhat’ for getting me into this shit!”
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ᝰ.ᐟ betty, skylar specs, mac, bathsheba, harper, and dirk/reader
: ̗̀—➛ A strange man comes to collect your ‘Dateviators’. You don’t let him, even though it’s unwillingly.
reader likes to write, 1,123 words, 1/? parts, also posted on ao3!
a/n: trying my hand at heavier topics. i hope i don’t get any mental effects wrong!! might be ooc yikes

report 1: once upon a midnight dreary, where i pondered weak and weary
You sat at the dining room table, your head in your hands.
“My window’s broken,” you whispered, “and apparently— just, apparently, my household objects are sentient.”
You lifted your head up from where it was smashed against the table, immediately regretting it when you saw the body of the brown haired man who laid sprawled out in your hallway. A pool of blood lay underneath him like some sick rug, half mopped and half roaming around your house.
The gash on his head was… huge. You could see what you thought were parts of his brain, skull, and matted hair as blood trickled down from the opening and stained the ground.
The glasses that had smashed through your window were clipped to your shirt, taken from your junk drawer after he had forcibly entered. They seemed to almost tremble at the sight— or was that your body shaking?
You stood up tentatively, feeling your knees nearly collapse beneath you. His body was limp when you touched it. You immediately recoiled, despite only touching the sleazy fabric of his blazer.
Quickly, you spun on your heel and nearly tripped over yourself going to the laundry room. Shoving open the closet door, you grabbed the bucket and mop— which, frankly, hadn’t been touched for weeks, and cranked the sink to its highest, hottest setting.
You felt eyes on you. Hundreds. Thousands. The glasses slipped from your shirt’s collar, tumbling into the bucket under the relentless flow of water. You nearly threw up when you reached in to grab them again.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered as you gently hauled his body through the hallway and past your office. He left a thin trail of blood that made your stomach roil.
The crawlspace. That’s where you’d put him for now. A space that you had discovered when you almost slipped on the rug in the tiny room, you carefully opened the trap door and lowered his body into the dirt.
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The day had started like no other. Sam, your somewhat estranged friend, had put in a good word for you with her boss, who hired you without much complaint. You spent the day bent over backwards, apologizing and offering refunds for shoddy customers who only wanted to squeeze out as much money as they could possibly get from the interaction.
You really wanted to get a word in with the Guiness Book of World Records, because after a whopping total of six customers, you were promptly ‘fired’ and replaced by a soulless robot. Still with your pay, still doing nothing. You simply existed, in a limbo of an AI’s creation.
It was terrible, but you assumed it was preferable to hiding the body of the man who came to your door minutes after your window was smashed by a drone and you met the colorful (subjective) cast of people who watched you at every second, at every opportunity, and without a second thought.
“Hello,” he had said, leaning against your doorframe. “We were wondering if you had spotted any pink-lensed glasses in a cardboard box? It was transported—“ he looked down at his phone— “by drone.”
You paused before you shook your head no, but the moment of hesitation before you moved was enough for him. He shoved past you, fingers flying across his phone screen in what you assumed was an attempt to contact his coworkers.
“Where is it?” he shouted, bolting up the stairs. “Tell me now, and you might have a shot at not being chased down by the United States government.”
You had promptly choked at this. “The government? What?”
He had made it up the stairs at this point. You heard the bang of a doorknob hitting the wall as he, assumedly, tossed your bedsheet covers aside and pulled drawers out of shelves.
You raced after him as he left the bedroom and beelined to the exercise room, mustering up your strength as you swiveled him towards the stairs.
It had occurred in a blur. You weren’t sure what you were doing, only that you wanted him out of the house. And fast.
You remember your hand meeting the back of his neck. You remember your arm jutting forward. You remember the sound his head made when it hit the floor after he had careened down the stairs.
You remember how you tripped over his body and left it sitting right in the middle of the hallway, for everyone to ogle. Especially you, who had collapsed at the dining room table not long after.
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The blood was mostly gone. Other than the ounce that had slipped between the floorboards, you had mopped and disposed of it all through hazy eyes.
The man had made a mess in your room (and bathroom, to boot). You scrubbed your hands in the sink under scalding hot water until your skin was red and almost peeling. You nearly met the same death he had when you walked down the stairs and took a shower, because your knees almost gave out beneath you when you saw the spot where he had died again.
He could’ve been conscious, you think with a jolt. Delirious. I bet he could’ve recited his twelve times tables.
You didn’t want to face the stairs again. You slept with your head uncomfortably leaning on the top part of your office chair, wrapped in a blanket like a caterpillar who never quite managed to turn into a butterfly.
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They had all seen him. How could anyone not, when he made such a ruckus? Bedroom Dorian’s wrist was bruised and had to be bandaged by Farya, who diagnosed him with a dislocated wrist without her usual chipperness. Skylar, the firsthand account, was quick to instruct the others in what to do if when you talked to them again.
When she finished her anxious lecture, the objects split up into their designated groups. As always, those in the kitchen debriefed with others in the kitchen, those in the bathroom debriefed with others in the bathroom, and so on.
God, did the objects in the laundry room have a lot to debrief on.
Even the ever ‘happy couple’, Harper and Dirk, seemed to quiet their arguing for a moment as everyone murmured amongst themselves. Skylar had proposed acting completely normal around the homeowner, despite what had happened, but her eyes seemed to hold a dissociative look that no one missed.
“Just, don’t look at them weirdly, or talk about them behind their backs,” she said, intertwining her hands together. She felt her fingernails dig into her knuckles, leaving crescent shaped marks behind. Like how smatters of blood on Florence were left behind.
“The best thing we can do now is pretend everything is normal.”
PART TWO | MASTERLIST

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Bakis rocking a new accessory and a new friend!
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hi i have a request :3
idk if u still write for specs insidious but would it be okay if you write a specs x transmasc reader? maybe reader comes out as trans to him and he just comforts reader with a bunch of fluff?? its totally okay if not have a good day :)
also im srry if this was worded weirdly or anything im really awkward with this stuff-
First off specs is super oblivious to just about everything
Though he may not notice your turmoil on the outside with coming out the following days
He makes up with being super supportive and open
Also, he's one of those guys that loves you for you
He loves that you want to be more masculine
Also he doesn't mind if you want to more masculine, as long as you are the same wonderful and beautiful person he fell in love with, all is right with the world
Your personality and your ability to love him unconditionally, even though he may not be the smartest or handsome
Is more than enough for him
He loves your soul
The fact that you actually trust him enough to tell him this information is so heart warming
He feels so happy about it too
You trust him and him you, it's just so wonderful
He wouldn't have it any other way
He wants you to tell him everything
You want to go shopping with him, because you may have bee too afraid to go before, no problem
He is super supportive
So is tucker
He has no idea that you came out, but he has reason to believe that you are trans and supports you, he actually doesn't bring it up because he doesn't want to upset you
But you are aware that he feels like this and you quickly help ease his nerves
Because let's be honest, he is like a big brother to you
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Hi! I really like your Baki headcanons, so I was wondering if I could headcanons for the boys having a small s/o like a lot or more shorter?
Okay, let's do it.
I'm going to try a new format to describe more characters.
A thing from a high shelf
It was quite funny to watch. Honestly. He was probably trying not to laugh. But the picture he saw was funny, a little awkward, but undoubtedly sweet. The thing is, you've been trying to get a pack of cookies from the top shelf for a while now. While you were trying to finish the job you started, for some reason the idea of taking a chair did not occur to you. And of course your height was certainly not playing in your favor right now. So small and neat, you jumped, stood on chains, stretched and, alas, could not get the coveted pack in any way. And of course, this charming picture was accompanied by grumbling that the cookies could have been placed lower, and that it was probably done on purpose.
So how could he not help you? Of course he did. Coming up behind you, it took him a little effort to get the cookies off the shelf.
It has probably already become clear that he extremely likes your height and for this reason it becomes the reason for many of his jokes.
Yuuichirou Hanma, Chiharu Shiba, Retsu Kayoh, Atsushi Suedou, Jun Guevara
wearing on your shoulders
Not so long ago you decided to make a habit of walking in the park. However, with your boyfriend, every walk turned into a race. And this time was no exception.
So, as usual, you were walking behind and were already several dozen steps behind because of the length of your legs, and he was walking ahead with an energetic step, and for you he was flying, again because of the length of his legs. When you asked him to slow down for the hundredth time, he stopped. The moment you reached him, he picked you up in his arms and a second later you were sitting on his shoulders. Because of your height, your dangling legs barely reached his abs. The hands were on his head, gently running through his short hair.
... It was unexpected and perhaps sweet.
But that's only on your part. He was rather embarrassed at that moment. But he does not deny the fact that it is doubly pleasant for him to walk with you like this.
Jack Hanma, Hanayama Kaoru, Hector Doyle, Dorian, Kato Kiyosumi (he liked it between Your legs), Biscuit Oliva, Nomi no Sukune
You're wearing clothes
Perhaps lately you've been noticing posts in your feed too often about how girls took guys' clothes for themselves. Someone complained about it and was outraged, someone liked it and thought it was cute. You've never done anything like this. Well, the hour of your debut has come.
When your boyfriend came home, the first thing he felt was the smell of dinner. He could clearly hear the smell of baked chicken and potatoes, as well as the notes of salad. And of course the first thing he did was head to the kitchen. And bingo! He guessed right. The appetizing-smelling chicken was cooking in the oven, and at that time you were busy with the salad.
But there was something else that he noticed. He recognized one of his hoodies on you. Oh, don't worry, she sat on you wonderfully! Despite the fact that it was a little too long, the sleeves were long and the neckline was a little wide.
And.. it caused emotions. At first, a slight surprise, and later it was replaced by tenderness and quiet joy.
He definitely has a couple dozen of that image in his phone.
Baki Hanma, Kozue Motsumoto, Orochi Kastumi, Orochi Natsue, Tokugawa Mitsunari (in this case, the clothes just fit), Sikorsky (the coat was stolen), Koushou Shinogi
neutrality
Oh, it's uncritical for him, trust me. He has eyes, he knew who he was meeting and immediately appreciated your size. So... Your height is just your height. He doesn't attach much importance to it. However, he will support you if you have complexes about it.
Yujiro hanma, Orochi Doppo, Kaku Kayoh, Shibukawa Goki, Ryuukou Yanagi, Spec, Kureha Shinogi
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Good day to you <3 !!! Can you please write to headcanon about the antagonists of season 3 of "Baki" (Spec , Yanagi , Dorian , Sikorsky and Doyle) where they kiss S/O (like: forehead, cheeks, etc..) ??? I will be very grateful if you notice >3< ❤

Death Row Inmates Kissing Their s/o Headcannons!
Warning(s): errrrrrr the death row inmates themselves are a warning enough. Mentions of their crimes and a hint of spice (if you squint) a hint of crack on Spec's end
also sweethearts my requests are now closed I have 7 more that I've been neglecting I'm sorrY
Ryuukou Yanagi
Can't Let You Go Just Yet Kiss (on da lipz)
For Yanagi, you're his spouse before he got sent to prison, then becoming a death row inmate (bc he couldn't keep his hands to himself 🙄)
You'd occasionally come whenever you had the chance, although you couldn't bring gifts for him to keep in his square type of cell, the two of you would always exchange letters resulting in scheduled meetings with one another with HEAVY surper vision from the guards
Due to his poisonous hand, Yanagi carefully tries not to do anything out of line whenever his mind is on autopilot. The two of you would catch up on things. How's the outside life been treating you? Are you adjusting to living alone without him home? Is work going well? You know, the usual questions
As time ticks, the two of you begin to reminisce of your lives before it was struck because of Yanagi's stupid actions, sure, you don't agree with his murderous behavior but you'd stick by his side regardless
Yanagi would grab your forearm and pull you towards him. You were just looking so good. The short king couldn't resist kissing your beautiful ass
What felt like an eternity, you felt his hot lips making contact with yours as he had a firm grip on you, holding you close and deepening the kiss, sending frictions down your spine
Hell, the two of you were so lost in thought that the guards finally had to step in and SEPARATE you two as they put the man back in handcuffs.
Safe to say you'd be making more scheduled visits in the near future 😛
Hector Doyle
Unbreakable Snuggle Up Kisses (on the neck)
You're the man's fiancé.
You would've thought that after him being responsible for many killings as an assassin, now being on death row, he expected you to leave. Leave, move on with your life, not being tied to a monster who wishes to finally taste defeat.
But you didn't. And that's what confused him.
With someone with his stature and nature, the thought of his one love finally leaving him did cross his mind a lot when he was in that cell. Only for the guards to bang on his sell and tell him he has a visitor.
To see you at the visitors' longue patiently sitting waiting for him as you analyzed the room, it made him let out a sigh of relief (but not loud enough for the guards to hear 🤫🧏♀️)
Doyle IMMEDIATELY sat next to you (although security clearly stated to sit across but bffr they don't want that smoke) getting all up in your personal space, staring down at you with intensity. The man starts to interrogate you. How's life doing? Have you seen anyone ever since he got locked up? Are you doing well on your own? Did anyone know you were coming to see him today?
Without a single thought, he wrapped his arms around you. His one and only, resting his head on your neck and feeling his hot breath on your skin. It felt nice. The man you've been separated for months is now here showering you with affection.
The silence between you two is nice, but it came to a halt when you felt short and wet kisses from Doyle. You quietly tried to move him away, but the red-haired man didn't care.
With his large arms around your body and his kisses becoming more sloppy to the point where he was damn near bitting you to mark your neck up, you couldn't help but to enjoy the fact that getting caught sent a shuddering thrill down your spine.
It only stopped when a few guards had to drag him away from you and cuff Doyle up again. Only for that sly dog to look back at you with a smug grin and him mouthing, "I expect to get another visit from you soon~" while getting escorted back to his cell.
Dorian
A quick, goodbye kiss (on your cheek cheeks)
A longtime partner of his. It was honestly sad to see him delve into his murderous ways, resulting in him being on death row and awaiting his fate.
No letters. No gifts. No nothing from you, surprisingly.
You couldn't fathom the fact that this could either break your marriage completely. It was only until then a serge of letters flowing through your mailbox that Dorian was egar to see you.
So why not make a schedule to see him? It can't be that bad.
Man, as soon as the day came, his big self hugged you so tightly you thought your eyes were gonna pop out.
Somehow, seeing him in this state really made you feel happy. His heavy belly laugh, alongside Dorian sharing his experiences on prison, it really made you two become close again just within a short amount of time.
Hell, he looks like Santa (if he didn't go on the deep end) if you squint hard enough 🤷🏾♀️
Dorian would also share short stories that he would remember during his time in the military many many MANY years ago to you.
For the first time, that lost spark that faded all those moons ago finally came back to bring life to your stale marriage.
But when it was time to leave, you didn't want to. Much to Dorian's surpise, you wanted to extend the visit since it's been forever since you've felt this way.
However, it wasn't up to you to decide.
Before he was escorted out, Dorian gave you a big fat kiss on the cheek, and one on the other. It made you cheese up, for your grown age
You're DEFINITELY going back to see him more often.
Sikorsky
A Distracting Kiss (on your forehead)
You were originally a fling turned partner
The thought that you slept with a killer before finding out his true ways definitely shocked you to your core
So it was a surpise when you received a letter to come visit him. You really didn't want to go but hell, you had nothing to do and decided to go anyway
Gosh. The wait and anticipation sent you over the edge while waiting for his arrival, making your hands sweaty. So, seeing his big build stomping towards you as the guards removed the cuffs was pretty intimidating and low key terrifying
The two of you sat in silence. The prison smells. Not the cleanest tables and chairs. Dirty ass walls. Without a single thought, you commented on how this building looks, only for Sikorsky to let out a loud chuckle at what you had to say
The two of you made small talk. It was awkward. You'd thought he'd be the one initiating conversation, but nooo it was YOU
Time was ticking, and the two of you were getting nowhere. You were getting upset. He invited you over only for him to just sit there and stare.
It wasn't until you mentioned that you planned on moving overseas. It's like he had a shift of attitude and wanted to be involved jn what you had to say 🙄
The two of you got so lost in conversation you didn't even keep track of time until the guards began to walk up and ruffled Sikorsky to stand up, but you kept talking
It was only then you felt his huge hands cup your face and bringing you up towards him, giving you a rough smooch on your forehead before you sat back down on the hard metal chair as the men were taking Sikorsky back into confinement
Safe to say that you will be coming back again
Spec
What do I even put for this guy??? (All types of kisses)
Ever since that man escaped from underwater, it's been nothing but hell
But you weren't expecting him to immediately crash at YOUR place
WTF??
You woke up to your face being smothered in kisses from the big bald man with your doors being busted open from the brute force
You wanted to scream out but really, being tied to this man as a middle-aged person was very difficult
You had to deal with the torment of SPEC. The guy doesn't understand the meaning of "personal space" or wanting to be alone just for a good hour
While lounging on the couch, he's there pecking your cheeks with small kisses until you get sick of it
Spec the type of guy to give really, really rough kisses on the lips. He doesn't know when to control himself, often leaving your lips swollen or bruised but will pamper you for being able to handle him
If you just so happened to be in the shower, his tall ass is towering over you while giving you neck kisses, you warned him not to get out of control. This is Spec we're talking about, you're going to have hickeys on your neck and throat
The only time I see Spec being gentle with you whenever you're back from your job, sore and exhausted, he would give your forehead the best kisses ever. Even if you have to deal with them sometimes being sloppy
You love the guy. Even if he's psychotic, an asshole, and many other things combined, you can't deny you love when he spoils you with affection ❤️
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I LOVED UR LAWRENCE MORNING ROUTINE HCS AJSBDBDBDB
what about specs morning routine hcs? :33 hes so silly goofy gsgdhh
Morning routine Headcanons
Specs x gn!reader
A/n I'm so glad you liked my Lawrence hcs!!!! This made me so happy 😭😭 I love specs so much, so I'm more than glad to do his morning routine hcs for you!! Thank you so so so much for the request!!

Specs has a big shelf full of action figures and collectibles, so every morning the very first thing he does is dust it off and make sure every figure is posed correctly.
For breakfast he loves nothing more than a big bowl of cereal, his favourite is coco pops or lucky charms. He makes it for himself if you're in a rush, but most days he sits at the kitchen table eagerly waiting for you to bring it to him because it "Tastes better if you make it"
He starts every day off with a big glass of apple juice, he's not really a fan of caffeine or the bitter taste of coffee (though he did pretend to enjoy it when you first started dating, because he was scared you'd think he was immature)
He's got a blog where he posts reviews of comics and movies, and every morning he likes to check it and reply to comments. Occasionally you have to pull him away from his laptop when debates over star wars get a bit too heated.
While specs is in the shower you lay out his clothes for the day and pack his bag for him. He can get quite overwhelmed and stressed in the mornings, so it really helps him when you make some of the decisions for him.
Every morning without fail, he makes the bed. He loves coming home from a long day of work to find a comfy and clean bed.
He's quite a jittery and anxious guy, so on weekends when neither of you have to work, you like to give him the most laid back mornings possible. You bring him Nutella on toast and a glass of apple juice in bed, and snuggle with him all morning while he watches old episodes of star trek on the TV in your room.
He's got one of those wooden block calendars on his bedside table, and he can't get out of bed until he puts the right date in it.
Once he's dressed, he likes to lay out his pyjamas for the evening on the bed straight away. That way, the second he gets home he can get changed into something comfy.
Finally, his day can't start without a morning kiss. A little peck on the lips, accompanied by a "good morning, my love" is the only acceptable way for specs to start his day
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