Summary: You just cant seem to admit that you finally like a guy. Especially one like Specs. When asked, this is what you say.
Warnings: Somewhat angst? Comfort for the angst lol. GAY DUDES. Internalized homophobia. Possible mischaracterization? Might be a little rushed. Sudden ending. ONE SHOT FIC! SORRY LOLOL
A/N: hes my boyfriend of…my whole life.
DIDNT PROOF-READ, SORRY!!
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Another day of hard work with the team. You plopped onto the couch face first. A tired sigh escaped your lips as you nuzzled into the pillow.
Sleep began slowly looming over you as your breathing evened.
Well, that was until you heard tucker above you.
“Hey. Wake up.”
You quickly pushed yourself up, your head snapping up.
“Jesus Christ! No warning?!”
You exclaimed, tempted to slap him across his bearded face. He didnt seem sorry at all, jerk..
He shrugged, stepping back as you repositioned to sit up. He hesitated on what to say, as if trying to remember some script for a play.
Your eyebrow slowly rose up as you stared in confused silence. Was he serious? Did he wake you up for no reason at all? He definitely wanted to get hit today.
Finally, after gaining his words, he spoke.
“Do you like specs?”
You grimaced. Specs? No.. err.. No? You didnt know at the moment, in all honesty.
What? Why would you think that? Its Specs. Hes a man, and so are you. No reason to like him.
“Heh.. uh, no.”
Despite the confidence in your mind, your words came out hesitantly and almost unsure.
Awkward..
“Right. Anyways.. I just get this feeling that you do. Y’know, with how you’ve been acting with him recently.”
Tucker said coolly as he sat down next to you. He sent you a knowing glance that you decided to ignore. You didnt need anymore inner turmoil than you already had.
“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” You said, trying to look bored and busy as if his words didnt linger in your head.
“You’ve just been staring at him a lot. You laugh at all of his jokes, even though he isnt even that funny. Not to mention you even started getting into Star Wars! Who else likes Star Wars? Specs.”
“You’re overthinking it. I dont like guys, Tucker. Now let me rest.”
“Sure. Get your beauty sleep in.”
Tucker got up and walked up the stairs in silence, watching you as you laid back down.
He was met with Spec’s frowning face.
i’m “Sorry man. You’ll get em next time.” Tucker said simply, patting Spec on the back before walking past.
Specs sighed and walked into his room.
…
You woke up the next morning, rubbing your eyes and stretching your arms. You could smell coffee and immediately knew Tucker was up.
You sat up, already wondering what you should have for breakfast.
Nobody fucking likes french toast, so mark that one off.
Eggs? Maybe. You continued pondering as you padded into the kitchen.
It was oddly silent, so you finally glanced up and left your tranced state.
You were being stared at by both of them.
“What? Do i have something on my face?”
“Nah. You’re good.”
Tucker dismissed simply. You stared in confusion (cause what the fuck did you do)
“No seriously. What did i do?”
Specs finally glanced up, pushing up his glasses. He looked rather.. sad.
His sad expression broke your heart. What happened?
“You okay, Specs?”
“Tired, thats all.”
“Right.”
You didnt believe him at all. Maybe you could try and help.
“I dont think we’ll be too busy today. Maybe we could read comics together, I dunno.”
You offered, your voice fading with slight embarrassment. Despite the embarrassment on your face, he seemed to like your suggestion.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Come on then!”
He exclaimed happily, jumping from his seat and darting up the stairs. You quickly followed after him, trying to keep up.
… (In his room.)
You sat next to him on his bed, and he was holding one of his comics as he read aloud. You stared at his comics.
After around ten minutes, you slowly lost focus of his reading. Your gaze boredily drifting around the room while he wasnt looking.
Eventually, your gaze stopped on his lips. They were moving as he read the comic, but his words went through one ear and out the other.
He looked so handsome and focused.
Because of your lack of attention, you hadnt noticed how he stopped reading.
How he was watching where you stared.
Eventually, he set his comic to the side and continued staring.
With a sudden wave of confidence, Specs gripped your face and pressed his lips against yours.
After a while, you both pulled away (for air). Though, you didnt lean in again. You breathed heavily,
“Why did you do that?”
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sudden endings suck, i know. there might be a part two if its requested but ik theres no specs fans out there… 🥲
Characters: Dalton Lamber, Best Friend!reader, Chris Winslow, Josh Lambert, Renai Lambert
Warnings: Fluff, angst due to demons, add on to the movie, reader and Dalton being cute, I've literally only seen this movie once and it's consumed me too much and I had to write this, the day I watched it, this idea came to mind, the possessed Dalton scene is what got me hooked on writing this, Josh and Renai are trying to make it work maybe not in a romantic way or maybe they are
Word Count: 4,294
A/N: Holy shit, I was not expecting this to be over 4,000 words.
"Jesus, Dalton. When did you get so much shit?" You ask, setting down another box beside the one his dad set down on his bed.
"When did you complain so much?"
You narrow your eyes to him before your lips stretch into a smile as he does the same. "Touche."
Josh glances between the two of you, seeing him and Renai when they first met.
"I'm gonna leave you two alone before our first week of hell starts."
Dalton tries to stop you and fails.
You're barely out of the room for five minutes when you get a phone call from him. "What happened?"
"The usual."
A heavy sigh slips past your lips, "Dally."
He shakes his head. “Can you just- can you come back up here?”
“I’m on my way, loser.”
“That was uncalled for.”
“But it got you to crack a smile.” He denies it with the widest smile on his face before hanging up.
“Is that you’re girlfriend?” He turns to face his soon to be ex-roommate, Chris. “No.”
She shrugs. “Maybe this is the year you do something about your crush.”
-
It was an okay start to this new part of your guy's life. Meeting Chris made things more fun, although Dalton would definitely disagree.
Ever since the school year started (two days ago) and Chris told you her schedule, you two hang out in her dorm for a bit while you wait for Dalton to finish up with his art class.
She likes you and definitely understands why he likes you so much.
Her little dance stops when knocking from the other side interrupts her and startles you.
Ever since you got here, things have been getting weird for Dalton which, as much as you don’t want to admit it, it scares you.
She opens the door, peeking through the crack to find the one person that makes your eyes shine. She smiles at you with the mouthpiece to her most prized possession (and the name is something you will never remember). "See? It's just your Dally man."
You narrow your eyes to her. "Shut up."
He glances between the two of you before taking a seat near you.
"Are you ready for my latest rendition of "don't go breaking my heart" with my trusty little sidekick?"
You roll your eyes and lean closer to him, "say no."
He shakes his head.
You smile and lean closer to him, bringing him some comfort after the night he's had. You know he won’t talk about it; you asked him after the first night but knowing he’s just going to keep it to himself until he can’t any longer, the least you can do is make him smile… and hold him.
-
Everything started spiraling worse after going to that stupid frat party.
You knew he didn’t want to go to it and that’s why you tried to get Chris to change her mind but there’s no stopping that girl when she’s on a mission.
“What if we just-”
She shakes her head, “no.”
You fall back onto Dalton’s bed, turning to face him as he works at his desk. “I tried. I’m sorry.” You don’t think he heard you, but you return your attention to Chris as babbles on about how the party is just what we need.
-
And it only spiraled into something worse and worse from there.
He hasn’t stopped working on that painting. Every time he returns to his room, there he is in that chair, paintbrush in hand.
“Dalton?” You call out to him.
His body is slumped, you don’t know how long it was that he stopped working on his art, but it couldn’t have been more than five minutes ago.
“Dally?” You push yourself off the bed and are about to place a hand on his shoulder, thinking if you gently shake him, it’ll wake him but a voice in the back of your head tells you not to. You pace back and forth behind him, “Okay, Dalton. One this is not funny. And two, I need you to wake up.”
You lift your hand up, biting the skin on the sides of your thumbs (something you haven’t done since you were a kid).
It’s too late for you to call Chris, it’s been dark for hours, but you can’t sleep knowing Dalton can’t sleep because the guilt of knowing you can sleep and he can’t, well, it'll make you feel like an asshole. And if he can’t sleep, then you shouldn’t.
But he tells you to and not to worry about him, which makes it really hard because how can you not worry about him.
You open your eyes and are startled as the door to his dorm shuts. “Dalton?”
He pushes himself out of the chair, shaking you. “Are you okay?”
“Am I okay? What the hell happened to you? You freaked me out. You were asleep one second and then-”
“I was up in Chris’ dorm.”
You blink once. “Huh?”
“I was- I just- I don’t know how to explain it.”
“I do. You’re on some sort of drug right now and you need to tell me where your stash is so I can either join you or flush them.”
“What?” He furrows his brows, “I’m not on- I don’t even know what’s going on. I just- all I know is that-“
A knock on the door causes you to leap into his arms.
You two take a step towards the door with his arm around your waist, keeping you close to him.
“I just woke up because of this,” Chris lifts up her favorite annoying thing.
You start to tear up but don’t know why. “I- oh my god.” You wipe your cheeks as the two talk.
They glance over at you, wondering if you were paying attention. They’re both alarmed at the sight of you crying.
You wave them off. “I’m fine.”
That was just the beginning of something bad coming your way.
-
You and Chris text each other periodically throughout the next few days, mainly her checking on you and you asking her what she’d found out regarding Dalton’s “condition”.
From her end, he needs sleep to which you completely agree with, but you also need to take care of yourself.
She doesn’t want anything to happen to you, you’re good for him and an amazing friend which is why it was exceedingly scary with you lying in front of her, looking as though you were dead.
She still doesn’t even know what happened even though she knows it has something to do with the spiritual world Dalton’s got himself mixed up in.
Before returning to his body, he sees the demon that's been haunting him for a little less than half his life (even if he doesn’t remember it now) hovering over your body.
You don’t know what happened during that time but you the only colors that come to mind whenever you think of it are red and black (something you’ve never told Dalton).
You moved into his dorm basically permanent after that night, followed by almost hourly texts from a certain upstairs dorm neighbor.
-
It’s been getting harder and harder to get Dalton to sleep when you can’t even do it yourself.
He sits at his desk and continues working on the painting that seems to be haunting him, something that makes you wish you could you more helpful to him but are unable to.
With everything that’s going on your kind of happy about the few classes you chose to take this year because napping throughout the day isn’t the most ideal thing for a normal college student, but it’s the only way you can keep up with Dalton. “You tired yet?”
“You asked me five minutes ago,” he mumbles, not fully taking his eyes off the painting.
“Fine. New question, have you talked to your mom or dad yet?”
“Why would I talk to them?”
“Uh, I don’t know because you’re going through astral projection moments without any proper or well-known guidance. Oh, and also your friend almost died because of some black and red thing.”
He pauses, his hand stills before he hurriedly tosses the paint brush onto the desk. “You saw it?”
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not,” you sigh.
“You are.”
“Maybe you’re just annoying.”
“I’m annoyed with a purpose. What- I mean, did you-”
“No, I just,” you throw the hood of his hoodie over your head.
“I think… maybe it’s from when you were in your coma.”
“Did you remember something?” He leans in closer.
“I just,” you glance up at him. “I feel like you should talk to your mom.”
He takes a deep breath. “No and you’re not going to win so just stop and leave it alone.”
Worst thing you could have ever done, listen to him.
You didn’t want to; you know, know you should have called her and asked her what she knows about this, but he kept assuring you that he’s got this and would ask his brother for information and that could only do so much.
Chris texted you earlier, asking if you could help her with one of her classes because you both have the same teacher, but you have the morning class, and she has the afternoon.
You decided that if he didn’t want help, he wasn’t going to get it.
The- “whole tough love routine, really?”
You furrow your brows, feeling offended and self conscious. “What?”
“Don’t what me. When has that routine ever helped someone?” She shrugs, “no, seriously. Tell me.”
You mimic her and return back to helping her study with the midterm getting closer and closer (Chris’ words, not yours).
“She finally gets it,” you say, happy to know you could help her where you could.
“Do you think he’s okay?”
She nods, stuffing her notebook back into her bag. “Yeah, why wouldn’t he?”
You bit the skin on the sides of your thumb, “I have a bad feeling.”
She glances back at you. “How bad?”
“I’m slowly getting more nauseous the longer I sit here.”
“Are you sure? I mean, what if you just-”
“Chris.”
She sighs, “fine. I’ll go check on your boyfriend and when I come back, telling you he’s doing just fine.”
The door slams open as she searches for something, mumbling to herself. After a few minutes, she’s found what she was looking for and turns around. She stares at you, her arms full of various lights in different shapes and sizes. "Are you coming with me or not?"
You grimace. This is too much for either of you to handle on your own. "Chris,” you hold her arm in place, “I have a bad feeling about this."
She nods; she gets it, but she also knows neither of you can leave him alone. "So do I but we can't leave him alone."
You hesitate.
“You can’t leave him alone.”
You nod, gulping down the saliva that built up in your mouth. "Okay."
You two practically run to Dalton's room.
You stand in the doorway and know something's not right but follow Chris, not feeling comfortable leaving her alone in here. You two sit on his bed, you work on untangling the lights while she tries to get them on.
She plugs it in once, you’re not as nauseous but are feeling more fear.
Another light is plugged in, and you pull your feet up from the floor. A third one and it’s suddenly colder?
"I'm not afraid of the dark anymore."
You furrow your brows, pausing your movements. "What?" A chill runs down your spine. "Chris, are you done yet?" You gulp and hurry to help Chris, knowing the dark is a bad place to be in, especially now.
She runs around the room, putting the lights in place leaving you to plug them in, wanting to light up the room. Her feet padding across the floor worry you. "Almost." She shouts, "yes!" Her side is lit.
You barely glance over at him and know what's wrong, it makes you even more nauseous; you can almost feel the bile creeping up your throat.
It feels like it’s here, the pressure tightens on your throat.
"Dalton?" She calls out for him, watching his body move as he stands in the corner.
"Chris, don't get near him." You pull her back when his head turns towards you. "It's here." You begin blinking away the tears that blur your vision.
"No," she refuses to believe it. "Dalton? What's going on there? This isn't normal. It's really weird seeing you in the dark."
You want to cry. "Stop talking."
It flings her to the side.
"Oh god," you whimper.
It turns its attention onto you as his body lets out a low growl.
"Chris, run."
She says the same to you when she sees how close Dalton's body has gotten to you.
You turn back to him and focus on his hands wrapping a piece of rope around his hands. "Where did that come from?" Tonight’s the night you're going to die. You shake your head and run towards the door. You shake to doorknob as tears fall down your cheeks. "Let me out. Let me out."
He gains control, the rope falls from his hands as he calls out for you.
You turn around and see the real him before he loses control.
You and Chris catch him before he can fall.
“You hold him and anchor him while I work on the lights.”
You can’t object as she’s already run off.
She screams as a face appears in front of her, emerging out from the depths of the darkness under the bed.
You pull her back. “Get behind me.”
She doesn’t have enough time to argue and does as she’s told.
You're stuck between the two, holding Dalton and keeping him close to you as she huddles further into you, all while fighting the spirits crawling on top of him and you.
He opens his eyes and wakes from his internal battle, the light squeeze to your hand lets you know he's here. He's with you as he forces the spirits to disappear.
You help him up, knowing he's trying to move.
Dalton starts painting with as much paint as he can with his one paintbrush.
The canvas is black.
"Is it over?" She dares to ask.
You tear up, covering your mouth to hide the sobs that want to escape you.
He turns around, barely giving himself a second to take in everything that's happened as he pulls you closer to him.
“I need to call my mom,” he grabs the phone and immediately dials his mom.
“Is everyone okay?” Chris asks, knowing you can’t mutter a word right now and how close you are because you two pretty much call the Lambert's your family.
“Yeah, he’s- he’s okay. He’s back.”
“He wasn’t before?”
You lift your head off him. “He stayed behind?”
He nods. “But he’s back now and it’s gone.”
You gulp, staring into his eyes; silently thanking all and any god that they’re not yellow.
You didn’t realize you’re crying until he wipes your cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
You shake your head and sniffle; he pulls you closer to hug you; needing to feel your comforting warmth… plus Chris. “Please tell me it’s over.”
“It’s done,” Dalton informs the two of you with a stern voice.
"You’re never going to do that again. I can't lose you."
He nuzzles his nose into your head, breathing in your scent.
“I think it’s time we go home for our early semester break.”
“I,” he hesitates, “I think that’s a good idea.”
-
After saying bye to Chris and promising to text when you two actually leave campus and when we make it to the Lambert household, you finally make it to his dad’s car.
Josh smiles at the sight of you two. “Hey.”
Dalton glances away, finding making eye contact with the man to be too much. “Hey.”
His dad turns to you, “hey.”
“Hi,” you give him a small smile. “Let’s put the stuff in the car and get this long ass drive over with?”
That earns a chuckle and breaks the silence between the two.
You’re about to walk towards the back of the car when he stops in front of you. “What?”
“I can put your stuff in the back.”
You huff, “Dalton. No, just let-”
“Me put it away, you get settled into the car. I’ll be there in a second.”
You roll your eyes, “fine. I’ll just get started on the second season of-”
“Don’t you dare.”
You open the car door with a small smile on your face.
-
Josh turns to his son, not yet opening the trunk so you can’t hear their conversation (he hopes). “So?”
“What?”
His dad smiles and uses his head to gesture in your general direction. “Have you asked her?”
The look on his son’s face tells him all that he needs to know (and embarrass him). “Are you two together? Going steady? Netflix and chilling as you young kids call it.” He lightly pats the side of his arm, “come on, you can tell me… so I can tell your mother.”
The young man avoids all eye contact and stares at the ground, the warmth in his cheeks is not something he wanted to experience now, before they even leave campus. “No, I- with everything that happened, I didn’t want it to seem like I’m just asking her out to do it. You know, I- I want it to mean something.”
The corner of Josh’s mouth twitches, reminding him of his young self. “I know exactly what you mean and that’s why I know if you do it, she won’t think of it that way.”
Dalton slowly lifts his head. “How do you know that?”
“She’s been by your side ever since the first time. No, even longer than that but especially during these times and if you don’t believe me then, you don’t know why you invited her to come with you.”
“What?”
“Put the bags in the trunk,” Josh tells him as he opens it. He sees the way his son stares at you, he did the same thing with his ex-wife. He just wishes he was as strong as the two of you and knows if he was, then maybe he and Renai would still be together.
He takes a deep breath. ‘This is what Dr. Rofuss was talking about.’ “You can sit in the back if you want, I won’t be offended.”
“She’ll make me sit there if I don’t on my own.”
His dad chuckles as he closes the trunk. “Alright then, make your choice, stud.”
“Stud?” He mutters as he walks around the car.
You shake your head and point to the front seat.
Josh silently laughs to himself when he watches the two of you two. “Show tunes?”
You give the older man a gentle smile. “Sure.”
-
Renai walks out and hugs her baby boy- he groans, “mom.”
“You’ll always be my baby no matter what age you are.”
You cover your mouth to hide your amusement.
Josh leans down and whispers, “you’re next.”
You quickly recover and shake your head. “No.”
He starts taking your guys bags into the house.
She stares at him for a few seconds before letting him go, turning to face you. She pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
She doesn’t answer you.
-
You walk into the house, waiting to find one or both of his siblings but find neither. “Is it just us plus your parents right now?”
He shrugs, “I guess.”
“Which room am I staying in?”
He turns around and stares at you with a confused expression. “What do you mean?”
“We’re at your parents' house and I don’t think they’d approve of us, a young man and a young woman sleeping in the same room.”
“We did it at school, what’s different now?”
“We’re under the same roof.”
He grabs the bags at the end of the stairs and starts walking up. “It’s fine.”
You follow him. “I don’t want your mom to think I’m a bad influence on you or something.”
“She won’t, stop worrying about it.”
“Dal-”
He drops the bags and pulls you closer, cupping your cheeks. “Stop it, she would never think that. If anything,” the corner of his lips twitch. “She’d think it was me.”
You stare into his eyes, no thoughts coming to mind.
He’s waiting for you to respond but you don’t, and he doesn’t know what to do.
The creaking of the bottom stairs startles you and you pull away. “I’m going to the kitchen.”
His dad raises a brow when he finds his oldest staring at the floor with rosy, red cheeks.
-
Dinner was a little awkward at first, but you managed to make it through without raising too much suspicion from Josh and Renai (or at least, you hope that’s the case).
You run upstairs after helping his mom with the dishes (Dalton, sat at the table drawing).
-
She nudges your side, “you can go upstairs and get ready for bed. I’m sure you’ll want to get as much sleep as you can.”
You shrug, “it’s okay. I can st-”
“Nope, upstairs you go.”
“But-”
“Go,” she says, offering a kind smile.
You grab the dish towel and dry off your hands before glancing over at him, suddenly remembering the way he was staring at you, and exit.
-
You walk back out of the bathroom to grab your toothbrush so you can relax in bed, only to find someone else also brushing his teeth. “Uh- sorry- I’ll just-”
He shakes his head and spits. “It’s fine. I’m almost done.”
You know how when you’re trying to avoid making eye contact with someone and it doesn’t work?
He finishes and puts his toothbrush in its holder before walking away, only to lean against the doorway. “What’s going on with you?”
You shake your head.
“Ever since earlier-”
You finish in time to cover his mouth. “Shut up. I don’t want your parents finding out.”
He lowers your hand. “Why? It’s not like we had sex or anything.”
You avoid making eye contact, the heat in your cheeks does nothing to help you as you walk into his room. “I think I should sleep in the guest room.”
“Wait, what? Why?” He stands in front of you, stopping you from walking out. “Wh- did it,” he takes a deep breath. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”
You clench your jaw, unsure of how to tell him the true reason. “I-”
“If it did, I’m sorry.”
“That’s not it.”
“Then what is it?” He studies your fidgeting. “Did you,” the corner of his lips curved upwards. “Did you like it?”
“No.”
“You answered that too quickly. You did.” He chuckles, taking a step forward. “You can tell me to stop.”
You open your mouth to respond when he cups your cheeks and pulls you closer.
“I’ve missed you.”
You furrow your brows. “I didn’t leave?”
“Ever since the whole thing happened, I just- I’m happy you’re here with me.”
You glance from one eye to the other and slide your hands up to his neck, pulling him closer, into a crushingly comforting hug.
His arms wrapped around your shoulders and waist, his grip tightening ever so slightly.
You play with his hair as you two stand a few feet from the open doorway.
He removes his arms from you, and you think he’s done and start to loosen your grip on him until you hold onto him for dear life. “What are you doing?!” You ask, tightening your legs around his waist.
He doesn’t reply as he sets you down on his bed.
You get the hint and lay down, opening your arms (a spot reserved for him). You play with his hair some more. “Are you ever going to get a haircut?”
“Why?” He angles his head so he can look at you.
“Do you not like it?”
“I didn’t say that. I do, I was just wondering.” His eyes twinkle and he can’t find it in him to look away. “Can I kiss you?”
“Huh?”
“Can… I kiss you?”
You stare at him with a confused expression as your brain works on processing what he’s asked. “You want to kiss me… like as a friend?”
“What friend kisses another friend?”
“You know how some families or- or like celebrities kiss each other on the lips and it's not romantic, that’s- that’s what I’m thinking of.”
He leans on one elbow, hovering over you as his hand pushes the few stands of your hair behind your ear. “I definitely don’t mean it in a friendly way.”
“Really?”
He nods. “Chris thought we were together.”
“When did she say that?”
“Our first day.”
“Oh.”
“I hated that I had to say no.”
You take a leap and hope that he wasn’t playing a mean, mean joke on you.
-
Renai and Josh have been up since earlier this morning, seeing as it almost- “Josh, it’s almost ten o’clock. I think we should go at least check on them.” She raises her shoulder, keeping her phone tucked in the crook of her neck as she prepares her cup of coffee.
“They’re enjoying their first break; they’re not going to be awake right now.”
“Yeah well… they should be otherwise they’re not going to get breakfast.”
“Wow.”
“I’m hanging up now.”
-
The door slowly creaks open as she peeks her head in only to find the two of you still asleep, cuddling in a “less than friendly” way.
She shakes her head, knowing her ex-husband's right.
Imma need some good writers to write Josh Lambert x reader fics because the lack of them is deeply upsetting and I need to be satisfied with anything doesn’t matter if it’s fluff or smut or both idc just NEEEDDD josh lambert x reader in my life!
And a couple specs/tucker x reader wouldn’t hurt either to be fair
Those little Adam Stanheight x Reader drabbles (❤️ ❤️ ❤️) . I was wondering if I could request a specs x reader one ? Thank you for your time ! :)
You’ve got it!! <3 Sorry I’m so late with this… plz forgive. ;o;
Prompt: “You’re a nerd.”
Pairing: Steven “Specs” x Reader
Warning: Cute nerd!!!
Author’s Note: GIF is not owned by me! Found on le googles.
You and Specs were getting set up in the living room of a supposed haunted house. It was currently 11:30pm as you placed the camping lamp in the middle of the table. You were always worried when Specs offered to go into The Further. He never seemed to want you going in there and you wondered if he thought you were weak.
“Well, there’s your light source.. I just have to check the computer settings…” you said sadly. Specs turned to you as he sat down at the table. He watched your eyes wander away from him and to the computer monitor set up just across from him. You were so beautiful in the illumination of the screen, “Are you alright, (Y/N)? I mean, I hate this too but… are you okay?”
You couldn’t help but exhale and put a smile on display for him, “Uh huh! Are you sure you’re ready for this Specs?” The man gave a simple nod and a thumbs up in response. Moments later, Specs snapped his fingers as he remembered something, “(Y/N).. we need the headphones.” You didn’t want to tell Specs that you were scared. You didn’t want to lose him. Elise had looked after you for years and when Specs entered your world; you knew it wouldn’t be the same. Elise could sense how much you cared for Specs and knew you would be good for each other. Unfortunately you were both awkward nerds who didn’t know how to tell each other how they felt. You both were close friends at best. Elise always said it was only a matter of time before you two ended up together.Specs cleared his throat and watched you walk over slowly with the headphones. He knew something was up with you. You weren’t the type to stare off into space unless something was bothering you. As you came around behind him, you went to place the headphones on his ears. His hands reached up to hold both of your hands, “It’s gonna be okay, I’ll come back. I promise you.” He moved his head up to look at you, he was so adorable… you couldn’t stand it.His hand moved yours to his lips, placing delicate kisses in the center of your hand. You could feel his nostrils flare up as he inhaled, “Hey, are you wearing rose moisturizer?” “Seriously? Did you just smell my hand?” His eyes opened in realization and blinked rapidly, his mouth hung open for a moment as he contemplated what just happened, “I… uh… yes?”You were laughing now. Fear had left for that instant and it was just you and Specs. You leaned down, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, “You’re such a nerd sometimes…” Specs eyebrows raised in surprise at your reaction to his answer, his hands rested on yours across his chest, “Yeah… but I’m your nerd.” At his comment, you blushed. You were really glad it was dark in here and that he couldn’t see your face very well. His head turned to meet yours… was he going to kiss you?Before that notion even came to fruition; Tucker walked in and slammed down his coke can on the table, making you and Specs jump in surprise, “Alright love birds… break it up. We’ve got work to do!”You quickly untangled yourself from Specs and cleared your throat. Specs adjusted his glasses and laughed nervously before punching Tucker in the shoulder, “What the hell man… ever heard of privacy?”
- Your dad had you later in life, so he wasn't around as much but still present enough for you to say you had a good childhood with him
- Your dad didn't talk much about your grandfather that much when you were with him
- It seems your mother knew more about him than your own father (his own son)
- He didn't like talking about his dad
- All you could know was if he wasn't home, he was with some lady named Elise who was supposedly helping people, he never told you what though
- Your mother let him come over to the house almost every time you were home after their divorce was finalized
- You inherited your grandfather's power (and then some), only finding out when you were a child, and he was cleaning his stuff (things you've only heard in his stories)
- You didn't realize what they were or what could happen until he came back into the dining room and found you asking questions
- He quickly called your mom (who started freaking out)
- Over time he showed you how to control it and understand, build a bond with whoever you need to make a contact (living and not)
- He does all he can to teach you how to decipher between good and evil spirits (even if he does mistake the difference himself)
- You find yourself at the Lambert's home when your grandfather is called there and your parents are busy working so no one other than him can watch you
- He sends you with Dalton and Foster to make sure you're away from the madness and to make sure you can't get hurt
- You pull out the dice a few hours after being with the brothers sensing something wrong
- Neither notice what you're doing because Dalton's drawing and Foster is fiddling with the radio
- You contacted your grandfather and Josh only to find trouble ahead
- As soon as the babysitter dropped you guys off, you grabbed the two and kept them behind you knowing you'd need to protect them
- All four of you ran downstairs into the basement and you threw a random object in the opposite direction so the man possessing their dad would leave in another direction
- It didn't work, and you almost got grabbed until you threw your bag at him and ran after the family
- Renai pulls you in and closes the door, keeping her kids together
- You keep your eye on the door, doing all you can to not freak out (concerning their mother)
- Dalton offers to go to the dark place
"Don't do that."
He turns to you, "I need to find my dad."
"I have my dice."
"How is that going to help?" Renai asks, doing all she can to keep herself together.
"I can help him and your husband. I know what to do. It’s how I know that man is an entity in your husband."
- She hides her second eldest and comes back to you
- You make sure she worries about herself and the kids while you stay behind the shelf, ready to come out if necessary
“You better come back, kid.”
He stares at you for a few seconds and falls asleep.
- You held his head and tried all you could to demand the killer out of him, holding him long enough for Dalton and Josh to return to their bodies
- The father looks around the room and spots you
"Your Carl's granddaughter?"
You owlishly blink and shrug, "yeah."
"He- he's a really go- great man."
You smirk, "I know."
- You stayed in the room when your grandpa wiped away the memories of everything that had happened
- Not only because you felt it was necessary but also because Dalton asked you to stay
- You, Renai, Lorraine, and your grandfather talked amongst each other as time went on (you were the one to keep in touch with the women more than your grandfather)
- Things were tense when your parents passed, your grandfather being beside himself and distancing himself from Lorraine when you were in your late teens there were less calls from him as time went on
- Dalton was the one to keep your sane during this time, even offering a drawing of your family before the divorce happened (it was sweet and made you feel better)
- His mom and grandmother hoped the two of you would figure out your feelings because you were good for one another
- And you knew what to do if it happened again (which brought Renai slight peace of mind when he started applying for college)
- Josh wasn't as hopeful, he was a bit wary when it came to you and could never figure out why
- You were the first person to hear about the school he wanted to try and get into and the first to be told when he got accepted (which you had also been conveniently accepted)
- Then came his grandmother’s death and slowly it began all over again
- At the funeral you saw her leaving and had a feeling something was beginning but returned your focus when Dalton read the poem
- Then came the very awkward drive to school (which Dalton forced you into without informing his dad but his mom knew)
- You made conversation with Josh, even though he was not a fan of you he enjoyed the conversation
- Dalton got some texts about his behavior throughout the whole ride (he enjoyed that)
- Chris was a delight, you loved her energy and hoped to see her again
- You approved of Dalton’s outfit once him and his dad had words and Josh left
- Then things get weird when you all go to the frat party
- Christ left you two alone and you were in the idiot frat dude’s room
You see the ways his eyes move and know he’s seeing something… you see him too. “You want to leave?”
He shakes his head, turning towards you, “no, no. I’m good.”
Then you guys hear him and quickly aim for the bed, being dragged, and pushed under by him.
You roll your eyes at the douche’s voice, talking to himself, thinking he can get the girl.
As soon as he’s out of the room. Dalton freaks and you hear it, you crawl out from under the bed and place your hand on the former student’s head while your friend is still freaking out.
You yank him out from under the bed and hear people trying to get in, you grab him and kiss him; putting on an act once you notice the frat dude and leave a friendly reminder.
- You were the only one who believed him when he talked about it, even advised that he stop going back
- Then came the research, you directed Chris in the right direction and even told her specific book titles but most definitely did not tell her about the odd balls Specs and Tucker
- You cringed when you saw them which did not get past the two
- You almost lost it when that thing came for Chris and almost you
- You kept a close eye on Chris, making sure she made it back to her dorm before trying to make it back to Dalton
- You called his phone a million times as you sprint across campus when the sense of dread fills your stomach (something you immediately regret but can’t stop)
- You bust through the door just before he falls asleep
“Dalton? Dalton?” You move closer and find the painting finished, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Jesus. I knew that was going to haunt you but did anyone listen. No.” You stare at him, shaking his shoulders. “Come on.”
- The dice. Your dice.
You jump on the bed just as the lights go out, an image of a candle flashes through your mind. You groan, holding your head. You open the container, roll the dice in your hands before blowing on them and tossing them on the bed, calling out for him.
- Your other bestie bursts through the door with a handful of lights
She sees the dice. “I have questions, but I don’t think it’s important to ask now.”
- When Dalton said he wasn't afraid of the dark you knew instantly something was seriously wrong
- You nearly cried when you saw his face changing and gripped your dice tightly, half tempted to make a connection but know it's a very bad and extremely stupid idea
- Chris is flung onto her former bed and your left to deal with him
- His eyes roll back into his head, and you reach for him, laying him down on the floor leaving Chris to take care of everything
- You two freak out while the sprits are crawling closer and closer
- You try and banish them, but nothing works
- Then he wakes, and you guys check on his dad and everything is okay
“You came back, kid.” You hug him as tightly as you can.
- None of you go to bed or leave the room that night
- Thankfully break was coming up soon and you two leave for the Lambert household while Chris goes home to her grandma (facetiming you every few hours)
- Josh came to terms with you and accepted you (now that he can remember) and he knows you two have each other's backs
- Renai invited your grandpa and dinner was great
- A minor Dalton astro projecting moment and you bringing him back later and your sleep was kind of okay
- It was time for you three to go back to school and even that was interesting because, Nick, got in trouble for throwing a party when he tried to report you
- If only he knew who the favored professor was to you
- Carl stayed on campus for a while in case something else happened which you three were thankful for
- Renai was surprised when she heard that Carl was teaching at the school, she never suspected he would be a professor
- They even try to rope Josh into becoming a professor, but it doesn’t work
