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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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Just found a new nerdy geek alert!!


(need to ride him so bad)
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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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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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hi I'm annon!!
I started tumblr as a artist but I guess I'm moving onto my writing too - I ask you to please be patient because I'm new to writing x readers n such but I will try my best!!
it's been quite a while since I wrote but I can do like 1k to 2k? longer than that might be a little hard for me (`□´)
i dont have much else to say about myself! uh, ive been writing for a while now. i also do rps! if youd like to do any rps when the listed characters/movies, feel free to let me know!
my current hyperfixation; saw series!
next movie on my list; silence of the lambs!
【CHARACTER LIST】
sawyer family (including the game characters!) - texas chainsaw massacre
hewitt family - texas chainsaw masscre remake
jason voorhees - friday the 13th series
michael myers (og and rz) - halloween series
laurie strode/angel myers (og and rz) - halloween series
billy lenz - black christmas 1974 (i will do 2006 version but mostly the 1974 version)
brahms heelshire - the boy
carrie white (and friends) - carrie (og and remakes)
scream team (billy, stu, randy, etc) - scream series (ive only seen 1 and 2 but im making my way through)
harry warden - my bloody valentine (og and remake)
sinclair brothers - house of wax
firefly family - house of 1000 corpses trilogy
dbd characters - dead by daylight
saw characters - any movie! this includes the scott tibbs documentary and saw .5!
herbert west and dan cain - reanimator
patrick bateman - american psycho
edgar, miles, and madeline - electric dreams
hal 9000, frank poole, and dave bowman - 2001: a space odyssey
anyone else you can think of! I'll try my best to learn the character :) these are just everyone I can think of at the moment! I'll do killers and survivors but I know people are more obsessive over the killers lmao
【WILL DO】
anything really..I don't have too many boundaries. I can do anything from hcs, scenarios (i.e. how would ____ react to ____?), smut, fluff, angst...the whole works
and even if you're willing to rant to me about your ocs I could whip up a oc x canon story! :)
also, depending on the media, im open to non horror writes!
if you ask me about my interests i will answer with essays! super into space, bugs, and south park! seriously i love these things guys i will talk about them for hours
【WILL NOT DO】
really not a lot to add here? maybe like...toilet related stuff for nsfw..
just the usuals - no incest (MAYBE for the sawyers since they are canonically inbred but its very situational), p3dophilia, b3astiality, etc etc
MASTERLIST!
GENERAL TAGS; #MANN GEGEN MANN! ➸ OOC/ANNON (also used for my rp blogs!) ↪ mann gegen mann - rammstein
#AND I KNOW WHY YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY MOTH MAN ➸ annons moths ↪ moth man - dirty bynum
#SEARCHIN! SEEK AND DESTROY! ➸ annons art ↪ seek & destroy - metallica
#my face is long forgotten my face is not my own ➸ ask games (again, also in my rp blogs!) ↪ am i evil? - diamond head
FANDOM TAGS;
#game over! ➸ saw writes ↪ jigsaw, apprentices
#i speak for the dead ➸ jigsaw legacy au ↪ logan nelson
#its a scream baby! ➸ scream writes ↪ stu macher
#you fudgepackers'll be the death of me yet! ➸ TCM writes ↪ drayton sawyer
#hey paul! ➸ american psycho writes ↪ patrick bateman
#hes dead?/not anymore... ➸ reanimator writes ↪ dan cain/herbert west
#love is give not take so im giving you madeline and taking myself away ➸ electric dreams writes ↪ edgar
#im afraid i cant do that dave ➸ space odyssey writes ↪ hal 9000 #you brought your dog? ➸ marble hornets/everymanhybrid writes ↪ alex kraile #dont let the bed drugs bite ➸ the mule writes ↪ det. tom croft #i love watching audiences scream ➸ stanheight stories ↪ leigh whannell lmao
#words are worth a thousand words too ➸ insidious writes ↪ steven "specs" fisher
#and the stars look very different today ➸ space talk ↪space oddity - david bowie
WRITING TAGS;
#HEY HEY HEY HEY! HEY STOOPID! ➸ annon writes ↪ hey stoopid! - alice cooper
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#ive got to have faith faith faith ➸ hurt with comfort writes ↪ faith - george michael (and cover by limp bizkit)
#quit actin like a bitch and makin up excuses ➸ hurt with no comfort ↪ i wish i was a riot grrrl - destructo disk
#call me on the line call me anytime ➸ fluff writes ↪ call me - blondie
#rein raus rein raus ➸ smut writes ↪ rein raus - rammstein
#so much for the golden future i cant even start ➸ annons drabbles ↪ breaking the law - judas priest
yeah! thats kinda it! I'll try to reply and write out requests as fast as I can
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THIS MASTERLIST DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE.I HAVE MADE ANOTHER ONE.PLEASE CHECK THAT ONE ON THE TOP OF MY BLOG.
MASTERLIST:
FOR DISCLAMIER: I ONLY WRITE X MALE!READER.
AND I MIGHT WRITE SHIPS TOO.
THIS WILL BE UPDATED
RIVERDALE
FP Jones
none yet
Jughead Jones
None yet
Archie Andrews
None yet
SCREAM:
Stu Macher:
Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x Male!reader headcanons Poly!Ghostface
Billy Loomis:
The confession
Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x Male!reader headcanons Poly!Ghostface
Mickey Altieri:
None yet
Randy Meeks:
None yet
Charlie Walker:
None yet
Ethan fucking Laundry Basket (Ethan Landry):
None yet
Roman Bridger:
The Soundtrack: Roman Bridger x male!reader
SLC PUNK! :
Steve 'Stevo' Levy:
The party
Her0in Bob:
None yet
SENSELESS:
Tim Laflour:
None yet
Five Nights At Freddys:
Michael Afton/Schmidt:
None yet
Steve Raglan/William Afton:
None yet
ANIMAL ROOM:
Doug Van Housen:
None yet
DIARY OF A WIMPY KID:
Rodrick Heffley:
None yet
SAW:
Adam Stanheight:
None yet
Daniel Matthews:
None yet
Mark Hoffman:
None yet
Lawrence Gordon
None yet
Peter Strahm:
None yet
INSIDIOUS:
Steven 'Specs' Fisher:
None yet
FIGHT CLUB:
-I cant put any more gifs in here so uh *insert gif* -
Tyler Durden:
None yet
The 'Jack' Narrator:
None yet
Thank you for reading!
Ill age up all the characters when im writing smut.
Bros got that ass fr
#billy loomis#stu macher#scream#riverdale#jughead jones#jarchie#archie andrews#fp jones#x male reader#tim laflour#senseless#gay#lgbtq#stevo levy#slc punk#mickey altieri#randy meeks#ethan landry#fangs fogarty#southside serpents#serpent#smut#cream cheese#fnaf#mike schmidt#mike afton#saw franchise#saw 2004#adam stanheight#james wan
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Stay With You Tonight
pairing: steven "specs" fisher x gn!reader
summary: in which you don't want to sleep alone
Your head was swimming with nerves as you crept down the dark halls in pursuit of Specs' room. You'd been tossing and turning for hours, unable to calm your anxiety as you tried desperately to fall asleep.
You weren't usually so anxious, but for some reason you just couldn't seem to relax tonight, and the thought of staying there alone in your room was simply too much to bear right now. So you'd climbed out of bed to seek out the one person who could offer you any kind of comfort.
When you reached his door, you noticed it was already cracked open, so you simply ducked your head around to find him laying on his front in the dark, his face buried in the pillows.
"Psst...Specs." You whispered, a ridiculous attempt at waking him.
Although it seemed to wotk as moments later he began to stir, his head slowly rising from the pillows as he squinted at you though the dark. "(y/n)?"
"I don't wanna sleep on my own." You confessed. "Can I stay with you tonight?"
"Uh, yeah, sure." He nodded, his voice still heavy with sleep.
You carefully made your way into the room, climbing into bed with him easily, as if you'd done it a thousand times already.
"Is everything okay?" He asked once you'd gotten under the covers.
"Yeah, it's just one of those nights. I didn't wanna be alone, that's all."
"So you came to me?" He asked, a sense of hopefulness in his voice.
"Well I could hardly crawl into bed with Tucker." You chuckled.
There was a short silence between you until you finally spoke again. "You're my best friend, Specs. Of course I was gonna come to you."
[Main Masterlist] [Specs Masterlist]
#steven specs fisher#specs fisher#specs x reader#specs fisher x reader#specs x gn!reader#specs fanfiction#specs fanfic#specs insidious#leigh whannell#insidious#insidious fanfiction#insidious fanfic#horror#horror fanfic
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I absolutely love the red flags, but I have a challenge
Specs red flags? I believe he would not have much, but it seems like everyone has red flags.
Red flag Headcanons
Specs Fisher x gn!reader
A/n honestly, this really was a challenge, I couldn't make it past 7 red flags! And even then, I think most of these would easily be resolved with good communication. What can I say? Specs is just a cutie pie
Has a tendency to mansplain. It doesn't necessarily come from a bad place, he just considers himself the most knowledgeable on TV shows and films, and sometimes it gets a little bit grating
He's got absolutely zero social awareness, so sometimes he can unintentionally be a little rude. Once again, this doesn't come from a bad place, but has resulted in a number of social feux pa's.
He can't help but correct people when they're not entirely grammatically correct. He genuinely believes he's being helpful, but when you went on a date and he listed all the grammatical errors on the menu to the waiter it made your skin crawl.
He can be far too touchy sometimes. He doesn't really understand where the unspoken boundaries between acquaintances lie, so he often gives out unwanted hugs and pats on the back that last far too long. Of course, you know that he doesn't mean anything untoward by it, but for the average person it's easy to see specs as a bit of a creep.
You often feel as though he isn't very nice to tucker. As much as their playful banter is funny, you notice that specs can take it a bit too far and hurt tucker's feelings.
Despite his good intentions, approaching specs with an insecurity can very easily result in you feeling far worse. For example, when you tell him you feel insecure about your appearance, instead of reassurance, he tells you about the cosmetic surgery options that are available. He doesn't think that you need them, but he interprets your gripes about your physical appearance as asking for help to change it. He doesn't want to offer unwarranted help or advice, so unless you specifically state that you want a compliment, it's quite hard to get one out of him.
He gets far too much control over what you watch on movie night. He genuinely believes that he's got the best movie recommendations known to man, and is reluctant to admit he likes one of your recommendations out of principle.
#leigh whannell#steven specs#insidious specs#specs and tucker#specs#specs insidious#specs fisher x reader#steven specs fisher#specs x reader#tucker insidious#tucker#insidious franchise#insidious#angus sampson#x you#xreader#x gn y/n#x gn reader#x m!reader#x f!reader#fluff#dating headcanons#headcanons#my hcs#hcs
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Specs x f!reader
If you want the m!reader version just ask! I normally put them out with the f!reader fics, but I'm not actually sure I have any male readers, and I just wanted to get this out quickly since I haven't posted a fic in a while teehee
Warnings: none
Fic type: fluff
Summary: on an endeavour to get a new lego set, you run into an incredibly cute (yet very nerdy) guy by the name of specs.
You had just arrived at the toy shop, and entered feeling a little embarrassed. It always made you feel a little strange being the only adult in the shop, but it was worth it for the love of your life: lego sets. To say you were a bit of a nerd was an understatement, you spent most of your days discussing fan theories from shows and films on tumblr, your best friend was your xbox, and of course, your extensive lego collection was your pride and joy.
You had been browsing the lego aisle, oblivious to the rest of the world, when the album you were listening to through your headphones came to an end. Without the deafening drum of music playing in your ears, you became aware of your surroundings. You could hear two voices from further along the aisle whispering.
"Go talk to her then"
"Maybe I will"
"Go on then"
"... nah, she looks... too busy"
"Or maybe you're just too chicken"
"Hey! I'm not a-"
Both voices fell silent when you glanced toward them and gave an awkward smile.
It was two men, one tall and plump. He seemed lethargic and expressionless, as he slowly moved his jaw in circles munching a sandwich. The other was short, jittery and very skinny. When his gaze met yours he blushed profusely and stared at the ground. It didn't take a genius to figure out who the "chicken" was. Luckily for him, you found him quite cute.
You removed your headphones and confidently approached the two men, a welcoming smile plastered on your face so as not to scare them off.
"Excuse me? Could I get your advice on something?" You asked.
The shorter man looked up in surprise, he seemed somewhat like a startled puppy with his big eyes and jumpy mannerisms.
"Uh.. advice? Sure, what can we help you with?" He said.
"You see, I'm torn between these two sets," you continued, gesturing to two different boxes, "which one do you think I should get?"
The man thought to himself for a second, before pointing to the box on the left.
"Get the TIE fighter, it costs a little more but the average price per piece is cheaper, so you're saving money in the long run" he said confidently, having just done the maths in his head.
"Christ, where were you when I nearly got scammed on ebay" you joked, picking up the box he'd recommended. "I'm y/n, by the way" you smiled, holding out a hand for him to shake.
As he not-so-subtely wiped a nervous, clammy hand on his shirt, the man shook yours.
"Steven, but uh, everyone calls me specs, because, we'll y'know" he motioned towards his glasses, "and this is T-"
He looked to see that his accomplice had already wandered off, distracted by a box of sour candies.
"That's tucker over there, he's my... well we work together" he explained, stumbling over his words.
"Specs, I like that, it's cute" you said, flirtatiously. "Well specs, I don't mean to be too forward, but could I buy you a coffee some time? As a thanks for helping me out here?"
Specs breath caught in his throat as he struggled to respond. Truthfully, he wasn't expecting to get this far. Nevertheless, he knew his answer was an enthusiastic yes.
"Yes, that would um, that would be lovely. Do you think I could perhaps.. get your.."
"My number? Sure!" You chuckled, secretly enjoying how nervous he was, what could you say, you enjoyed the ego boost.
You scribbled down your number with the notepad and pen that specs had conveniently kept on his person.
"Call me some time, handsome " you remarked with a swift kiss to his cheek as you made your way to the till with your lego set in hand.
Specs lightly touched the spot on his face where you had kissed him, his eyes never leaving you. His heart leapt. Did that really just happen? He refused to believe it was real until later that evening, when he recieved a text
This is y/n! Are you free for a coffee tomorrow evening? X
A/n sorry this took so long! I've been on a week long bender taking a break for my mental health, so writing fics has kinda been on the back burner lmao. But please please PLEEEAAASE leave a request for me, I pinky promise I'll get around to it sometime <3
#steven specs fisher#specs x reader#specs fisher#specs insidious#leigh whannell#insidious#fic#insidious franchise
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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
#leigh whannell#saw#specs and tucker#specs#insidious specs#steven specs fisher#specs x reader#steven specs#specs fisher x reader#specs fisher#insidious franchise#tucker insidious#specs insidious#insidious#fanfic#fanfiction#headcanons#hcs#x you#xreader#x reader#x yn#x y/n#x m!reader#x f!reader#x gn y/n#x gn reader#fluff#my hcs#angus sampson
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Steven "Specs" Fisher Masterlist
Fics
Specs x F!reader
Specs x m!reader
Coming out (x ftm!reader)
Drunk (m!reader) (f!reader)
Headcanons
Cuddling hcs (gn!reader)
Morning routine (gn!reader)
Red flags (gn!reader)
Nsfw
#specs insidious#steven specs fisher#specs Fisher#specs#leigh whannell#insidious franchise#insidious#specs fisher#specs x reader#specs and tucker#specs fisher x reader#fluff#fanfiction#fanfic#x m!reader#x f!reader#x ftm reader#x you#x yn
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HELLO I HAVE A REQUEST
WOULD IT BE OKAY IF U WROTE SPECS X TRANS GUY READER???
like maybe reader comes out to specs and theres just a whole lotta fluff?
it totally okay if no ofc have a good day :)
Coming out
Specs x Ftm!reader
Warnings: none
Fic type: fluff
Summary: you come out to your boyfriend, Specs
A/n hello! This was such a sweet request! I'm not a trans guy myself, so I hope I did the experience justice! Also I should preface with the fact that I hc specs as being autistic, so there's indirect references to that in here too :^)
"Uh.. specs?" You said, nervously approaching your boyfriend.
Specs was sat hunched over at his desk, painting a warhammer figure in excruciating detail.
"Uh huh?" He said without looking up.
"I need to talk to you about something important"
Specs turned to look at you, his face seemingly concerned- although you could never really get a great read on what his facial expressions meant, he wasn't very good at non verbal cues.
With a deep breath, fumbling with your hands anxiously you bit the bullet and told him the truth that you'd been hiding.
"I think - no - I KNOW, I'm not a girl. I'm a man." You blew out, puffing your cheeks up, realising how hot your face got when you were nervous, "I'm a transgender man and I can't pretend I'm not anymore".
When you were met with silence, you slowly dared to make eye contact with specs, terrified that you would be faced with a horrified look on his face. Instead, his expression was entirely neutral.
"Approximately 1.03% of adults in the U.S identify as transgender" he replied calmly.
Your face twisted in bewilderment, what the hell kind of response was that?!
"Is that your only take away?" You said, sounding a little less afraid, but a lot more confused.
Specs began to chew absent mindedly on his paintbrush for a second, looking up to the ceiling in thought, before looking back at you.
"Would you like to start borrowing my clothes?"
To anyone else, this might have seemed like an incredibly mundane response, but you knew specs very well. As a rule, he NEVER let other people wear his clothes, he had very strict rules for how he liked his clothes to feel and he didn't trust that other people wearing them wouldn't "taint" that clean feeling. But here he was, so willing to to make an exception in the rule for you, just to let you know that he approved. Specs wasn't the best with the overly gooey romantic stuff, but in all honesty this meant a lot more.
"So I take it you're okay with this?" You said, cracking a small smile
"I was unaware that you were asking for my permission" specs replied, seeming far more taken aback by this than your "shocking" revelation.
You let out a small laugh and approached him, letting him gently wrap his arms around you.
"You know this would mean that I'd be your boyfriend now, and not your girlfriend, right?" You asked, making sure everything was clarified properly.
"Of course. I might not understand all the ins and outs of this at first, but we can learn as we go. You know how much I love learning new things," specs looked up at you, his eyes full of love, "as long as you're happy. I love you"
You smiled down, enjoying the tender moment.
"I love you too"
The two of you held eachother in a comforting embrace for a minute or so, and when the moment passed, specs was the one to break the silence.
"Uh... when I said you can borrow my clothes.. my socks are still off limits. I've seen the way you treat yours"
You let out a small chuckle and kissed the top of his head
"Alright babe, it's a deal"
#steven specs fisher#specs x reader#specs fisher#specs insidious#specs#x male reader#x ftm reader#x you#x reader#fluff#leigh whannell
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you should totally do a short story little thing for specs where the reader gets drunk and specs tries to take care of the reader !! please and thank you ! 🩷
Drunk
Specs x f!reader
Check pinned post for m!reader version :^)
Fic type: fluff
Warnings: alcohol, intoxication, brief mention of vomit
Summary: you come home drunk after a night out, and your boyfriend, Specs has to nurse you back to health
A/n hello!! This was such a cute request!! Affectionate specs for the win <3 sorry it took me so long to get strong to this, I've had in my drafts for aaaaages but I couldn't find it until now!

"Specccccs" y/n called out as she stumbled into the house that she lived in with her boyfriend. "Speccccs come and give me attention, I'm druuuunk" she whined.
Specs, who had been watching an old zombie film in his pjs on the sofa immediately rose to his feet, excited to greet his girlfriend. The pair couldn't have been any less alike if they tried, specs enjoyed quiet nights in whilst y/n loved going out to bars and raising hell. Of course, they both made accommodations for eachother, usually meeting in the middle and spending their Saturday nights indoors watching a film, but with a few drinks and occasionally inviting some friends over, but on this particular day, y/n really needed to blow off some steam, so she went out to a bar with her friends. Specs didn't mind, he liked that they could both do their own thing and then meet back up at the end of the night- but he would be lying if he didn't admit that he missed y/n when she was out.
"I'm here sweetheart, how was it?" Specs asked lovingly, emerging from the front room and assisting y/n in undoing the many buckles on her boots.
"Tonight was amazing! But we can't go to blues bar downtown anymore" y/n slurred
"Oh?"
"Yeah, apparently trying to fight the bartender means you're 'a danger to yourself and others' and it's grounds for 'being banned for life'" y/n laughed, in a mocking tone.
"Sweetheart, you know you're gonna get yourself into some real trouble someday" specs warned, trying to remain serious, but ultimately failing to hide his laughter. He always found y/n's drunken antics hilarious.
"Come on, let's get you to bed" he said, taking y/n's arm and carefully guiding her to the bedroom.
Y/n flopped down onto the bed, while specs removed her uncomfortable going out clothes and put her in an old tshirt, all the while murmuring sweet things like "Oh honey, you need to rest" and "looks like someone had a bit too much fun".
Eventually, y/n was tucked up in bed, specs sitting by her side and handfeeding her toast and encouraging her to take small sips of water.
"You're so good to me" y/n slurred with a smile, feeling herself become sleepy.
"I know you'd do the same for me" he smiled, placing a delicate kiss on the top of y/n's head. "Now you get some rest, and I'll hold your hair back while you throw up tomorrow morning" he teased.
"Hmmmmm" y/n groaned, rolling on her side- she wasn't feeling too good by this point, "Thank you baby, I love you"
"I love you too, honey" specs chuckled, snuggling under the covers beside her and holding her close. He knew he was in for a long day of nursing y/n back to health tomorrow, but he didn't mind, he secretly loved not being the needy one for once.
#specs#specs insidious#steven specs fisher#specs fisher#specs x reader#insidious franchise#insidious#x f!reader#fluff#fanfiction#leigh whannell
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I've got a specs fic in the drafts who wants it
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Specs x M!reader
Warnings: none
Fic type: fluff
Summary: while out in search of a new lego set, you run into a cute guy by the name of specs
You had just arrived at the toy shop, and entered feeling a little embarrassed. It always made you feel a little strange being the only adult in the shop, but it was worth it for the love of your life: lego sets. To say you were a bit of a nerd was an understatement, you spent most of your days discussing fan theories from shows and films on tumblr, your best friend was your xbox, and of course, your extensive lego collection was your pride and joy.
You had been browsing the lego aisle, oblivious to the rest of the world, when the album you were listening to through your headphones came to an end. Without the deafening drum of music playing in your ears, you became aware of your surroundings. You could hear two voices from further along the aisle whispering.
"Go talk to him then"
"Maybe I will"
"Go on then"
"... nah, he looks... too busy"
"Or maybe you're just too chicken"
"Hey! I'm not a-"
Both voices fell silent when you glanced toward them and gave an awkward smile.
It was two men, one tall and plump. He seemed lethargic and expressionless, as he slowly moved his jaw in circles munching a sandwich. The other was short, jittery and very skinny. When his gaze met yours he blushed profusely and stared at the ground. It didn't take a genius to figure out who the "chicken was". Luckily for him, you found him quite cute.
You removed your headphones and confidently approached the two men, a welcoming smile plastered on your face so as not to scare them off.
"Excuse me? Could I get your advice on something?" You asked.
The shorter man looked up in surprise, he seemed somewhat like a startled puppy with his big eyes and jumpy mannerisms.
"Uh.. advice? Sure, what can we help you with?" He said.
"You see, I'm torn between these two sets," you continued, gesturing to two different boxes, "which one do you think I should get?"
The man thought to himself for a second, before pointing to the box on the left.
"Get the TIE fighter, it costs a little more but the average price per piece is cheaper, so you're saving money in the long run" he said confidently, having just done the maths in his head.
"Christ, where were you when I nearly got scammed on ebay" you joked, picking up the box he'd recommended. "I'm y/n, by the way" you smiled, holding out a hand for him to shake.
As he not-so-subtely wiped a nervous, clammy hand on his shirt, the man shook yours.
"Steven, but uh, everyone calls me specs, because, we'll y'know" he motioned towards his glasses, "and this is T-"
He looked to see that his accomplice had already wandered off, distracted by a box of sour candies.
"That's tucker over there, he's my... well we work together" he explained, stumbling over his words.
"Specs, I like that, it's cute" you said, flirtatiously. "Well specs, I don't mean to be too forward, but could I buy you a coffee some time? As a thanks for helping me out here?"
Specs breath caught in his throat as he struggled to respond. Truthfully, he wasn't expecting to get this far. Nevertheless, he knew his answer was an enthusiastic yes.
"Yes, that would um, that would be lovely. Do you think I could perhaps.. get your.."
"My number? Sure!" You chuckled, secretly enjoying how nervous he was, what could you say, you enjoyed the ego boost.
You scribbled down your number with the notepad and pen that specs had conveniently kept on his person.
"Call me some time, handsome " you remarked with a swift kiss to his cheek as you made your way to the till with your lego set in hand.
Specs lightly touched the spot on his face where you had kissed him, his eyes never leaving you. His heart leapt. Did that really just happen? He refused to believe it was real until later that evening, when he recieved a text
This is y/n! Are you free for a coffee tomorrow evening? X
#steven specs fisher#specs x reader#specs fisher#specs insidious#specs#leigh whannell#insidious#insidious franchise#x m!reader#x you#x y/n
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