#specs x reader

[follows-the-life-ahead]

Lingering Glances

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pairing: 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.”

[goatcheesecak3]

idk if u do headcannons but maybe some specs cuddling headcannons? :3 hes so silly

Cuddling with specs hcs

Gn!reader

A/n Hello! Sorry I've been slacking with fics lately, I've been having some issues with my joints lately and it's been too painful to type for long periods of time :^( but I hope these hcs will tide you over for now! (Also I'm hopefully starting physiotherapy soon, which means typing won't be so painful!! Wish me luck hehe)

His absolute favourite cuddling position is the two of you laying face to face with his arms around your waist, holding you as tight as possible. He ESPECIALLY loves when you fall asleep and bury your face in his chest, he thinks of you like an adorable Teddy bear.

Sometimes he gets a little overstimulated by too much physical contact, but he still likes to lay beside you and hold your hand, or maybe just cuddle one of your tshirts so he can still feel close to you.

Even though you've been dating for a while, he's still not super experienced with relationships. Almost a year into your relationship, he still pulls the "yawn-and-stretch-his-arm-over-your-shoulder" move, and still gets giddy when you pull his arm over you properly and snuggle up to him.

He LOVES kisses, and often can't help himself from interrupting you as you speak with a kiss. You'll be laying in bed facing one another, just talking about comics or music, and all of a sudden his lips will be on yours. It's just that he finds you so endearing when you get passionate about something, and that's his way of showing you he cares about what you have to say.

(Slight nsfw) if he's feeling particularly cheeky, he likes to spoon you so he can cop a feel- you find it adorable how bad he is with subtlety. Although, both of you have learnt not to cuddle like this if you've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow, since it never really results in much sleep.

And finally, cuddling is not limited to behind closed doors, he pretty much always has a hand around your waist, or he's leaning his head on your shoulder, silently begging you for a kiss with his pretty green eyes

[altzfanfic]

Specs x fem!reader

They’ve been dating for a while and he lets her in on what he does for work after she confesses she’s psychic.

I Never Told You What I Do for a Living

Specs x reader

a/n: this is the first fanfiction ive actually written so if its not very good give me some time for improvement im learning,, also english is my second language,, ps i havent seen the insidious movies in a minute so this might be kinda off :3 |no pronouns, no use of y/n

wc: 500ish

In the few months that you had been dating Specs, you had both gotten to know each other fairly well and were very comfortable with each other. However, he was very avoidant whenever you would bring up what he did for a living. Eventually, you started to feel like you were prying, so you gave up on asking and decided to let him tell you whenever he felt comfortable.

Even though you two had been dating for a while, you hadn’t gotten around to telling Specs about your clairvoyant abilities, not because you were ashamed or purposefully hiding it, but because the subject had not come up. 

It was a lazy Saturday morning and you and Specs had decided to go for coffee and a walk. On your way back to your apartment, you walked past an old house and you immediately felt a strong feeling of anger radiating from whatever spirits were in the house. While walking past the house, the energy was so strong that it caused you to physically have to stop and breathe. Specs immediately noticed the change in your demeanor and looked at you with concern in his eyes. You recovered quickly and continued walking. 

“You know that house is super haunted,” you said absent-mindedly.  “Really?” Specs said in an intrigued tone “How do you know that?”

 You smiled “I might be a touch psychic,” you said as you both continued walking. Specs turned to you “Oh, So do you have premonitions or is it just feelings?” he said excitedly “A little bit of both actually” you replied and he nodded attentively 

“Do you hear and see stuff or can you just feel things?” he asked. You paused to take a sip of your coffee before you replied “I feel and hear it mostly, if the energy is really strong that’s when I might be able to see things”

 “Wow,” Specs looks at you very absorbed in the conversation “That is fascinating” You felt a bit surprised by his attitude since other people who have told you this information seemed to regard you as crazy or would outright dismiss anything you said. “You know most people I tell that to look at me like I’m a lunatic”  

He’s quiet for a little before replying “You know I think you should meet my boss” You were a little confused since it kinda seemed like it was unrelated to the conversation but you were interested nonetheless since this was the closest you had gotten in months in being able to find out what he does. “Really?” you responded “Why would you want me to meet your boss?” you joked.

 He smiled “Well actually, she’s a medium and I’m kind of like her assistant, or at least one of her assistants, Tucker also helps a little but I have a slightly more important role,” he said proudly “We’re sorta like professional ghost hunters” you smile back in response and he continues, “I think you should work with us some time” 

You thought about it for a brief moment “Do you think your boss would like me?” Specs smiled at you “I think she would love you, I know that I do”

[starsbursted]

“Do you like Specs?”

Pairings: M!Reader x Specs

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?”

———

sudden endings suck, i know. there might be a part two if its requested but ik theres no specs fans out there… 🥲

[secretwhitelighter]

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.

[hazeytangerines]

Blind Date

specs x reader

AN: ahhh my second imagine on here, hope y'all like it! i just love the idea of specs chatting u up in his own awkward nerdy way. im down bad for this man.

Your eyes went from your watch to the entrance of the dimly lit bar. You groaned, this was the first and last time you let your friend talk you into being set up on a blind date.

C’mon, y/n, pleaseee! He’s really cute, you’ll like him! You’ll have fun, I promise.

Yeah, being stood up is loads of fun, you think bitterly to yourself.

You take a swig of your drink, finishing what remains. “Shit.” A few drops of wine spill onto your shirt. You make a feeble attempt to wipe them off, only to see them soak into the fabric. With a wave of your hand, you signal for the bartender and order your second glass for the night.

“How’s it going?”

Finally! You turn to look at the person sitting next to you, expecting it to be your blind date.

“Oh.” A look of annoyance clearly visible on your face causes the man to falter.

He lets out a nervous chuckle before extending his hand. “I’m Specs.”

You take it and it’s warm and slightly moist with perspiration. “Hello.”

He’s cute and a little awkward and maybe if your clothes weren’t stained with wine in a not so spacious dimly lit bar that was growing more crowded by the minute and you weren’t currently being stood up by someone you only agreed to go out with as a favor to a friend then maybe you wouldn’t mind the interaction but as it was you just wanted to leave, crawl into bed and pass out watching some random late night talk show.

You let go of his hand, hold your drink once more, and muster a weak smile. With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, you see that 40 minutes have passed since the agreed time to meet. Son of a bitch.

“Oh sorry, are you meeting someone?”

“I was supposed to.” You say flatly.

Specs gives a thin lipped smile. “Ah. Boyfriend?”

You shake your head.

“Girlfriend?”

"Blind date.”

"Oh.” He fidgets with his glasses. “Lucky person. I um, I won’t keep you.”

You shrug, averting his gaze, embarrassed at having to admit to being stood up. “It’s been about 40 minutes. I don't think they’re coming.”

Specs sits back down on the barstool as you tell him this, a mix of sympathy and hope flashing across his face. “What a jerk.” He says with over-exaggerated disgust.

You can’t help but smile. “I highly doubt it would’ve gone past the first date anyway. My friend showed me some pictures and he wasn’t really my type.”

“Oh.” He rests his elbows on the countertop, the tips of his fingers touching the outer rim of his glasses. “And what is your type? Dark-haired handsome men who wear glasses with an extensive knowledge of the supernatural?”

He adds before you can answer, wiggling his eyebrows. “Guessed it didn’t I?”

You cover your mouth in mock amazement. “You’re psychic.”

“Let me buy you a drink,” Specs says suddenly, his eyes bright with hope.

“Oh, no you don’t have to—”

“No, really, I want to.” Specs smiled, reassuring you.

You were grateful and he seemed sweet enough but you didn’t want a pity drink from a stranger. Then again, he was pretty cute and funny and you did bother dressing up tonight…

You give in and let him order you another glass, not mentioning it was your third already.

“So your name is Specs? That’s interesting.”

”Well, it’s actually Steven but most people call me Specs.” He says cooly, or at least attempts to in his own way.

“Most people?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Well, you know, my boss… my friend…”

“Wow, that’s a lot.” You nodded gravely, a hint of a smile on your face. ”What would you prefer to call you?” Your arm rests on the counters and prop the side of your head on the tips of your fingers, looking up at him sweetly. You could feel yourself warming up to him. You enjoyed the way he faltered whenever you looked directly at him.

He stutters, the bravado he had a little while ago slips for a moment. “You? Oh, you could call me anything you want.”

You grinned. Could I call you mine, was on the tip of your tongue but thought it too cringey and thought better of it.

“I’ll stick with Specs.”

After that the two of you spent the next hour talking and laughing at all the corny jokes he made. The both of you leaned in closer as the night wore on. You were so close you could clearly see the details of his eyes and the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as your fingers accidentally brushed against his more than once. And the way the tips of his ears took on a dark shade of red as you carefully brushed off an eyelash near his eye.

For some reason the conversation steered toward his favorite Star Trek character. You feel your phone vibrate with a notification. You check it quickly. The message is from your friend.

Are you still out with them? How’s it going???

“Do you need to take it?” Specs asks.

You shake your head and then notice the time. “Shit, it’s late.”

“Do you have work tomorrow?”

“No, but I'm having brunch with a friend. I should probably call it a night.” You say almost reluctantly.

“Right. I should probably head home too.”

The both of you lapse into a silence unsure of what to say or do next. He pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “Maybe we could go out sometime? I’m even funnier in the daytime if you can believe that.” He smiles. “If you want, no pressure, I get—”

“I would love to.” You smile, already looking forward to seeing him again. “Thanks for tonight, Specs.”

You exchange numbers and plan the next time you will see each other. As annoyed as you were with agreeing to the blind date, it hadn’t been a total waste of time.

As you sit in the cab driving you home, you feel another vibration from your phone. You scoff as you read the message:

Hey, sorry about tonight. Work stuff. My place tomorrow?

[babbling-idiot2]

Hello! I have a request: tumblr has a huge lack of smut fics with Specs.

How about a Specs x reader fic where the reader lives at Elise's with Specs and Tucker. One sleepless night, the reader joins Specs in his room. They talk for hours about anything and everything, and… well, one thing leads to another… 👁🫦👁

At the beginning of the night you were very tired. A day full of running around with the group to different haunted locations. Trying to make sure that Elise had everything she needed for when she would view the places we were in. Of course by the end of the day being back in your own bed, you weren't able to sleep. You felt restless and decided that checking and seeing if specs was awake was the best idea. Putting on a hoodie you run down the hall as quietly as you can until you make it to his door. You see a small light on inside and knock lightly hoping to at least catch his attention. You open the door and sure enough there he is on his bed, under the covers, reading a comic. He looked up and seemed to have a look of relief on his face.

"Can't sleep?"

You scoff at the word sleep.

"Nope. Who needs it. It comes at the worst times and when I really want it it's nowhere to be found."

He nods and lets out a small chuckle. He pats the spot next to him and places his comic down in his nightstand. Smiling at the invitation you take it and plop right down next to him.

It seemed like hours had passed and by then you both had talking about everything under the sun. At the moment specs was going on a comic book rant. About all the ones he has seen that were worth money and how he's glad he didn't sell them. In all honesty, you did care about what he was saying. You always have been so shocked at his knowledge on comics and everything alike. But at this specific moment you couldn't really focus on his words anymore. He seemed so happy to share this information. He was so invested in it. All you could focus on was his features. The way he'd light up at a certain mention of a comic and issue number.

It seemed in your all focused state you didn't focus on the fact that he had just realized that you weren't paying attention to his words anymore. He notices the way your eyes glance at his lips. He has had this crush on your for a while but never done anything about it due to the idea that you didn't like him like that. But now all that information is out of the window. He had stopped talking by this point and now you both were just staring at each other in silence. He was feeling bold and also a tad bit lucky when he decided to lean forward. He remembers precisely the second his lips touched yours that all he wanted to do was be there in that exact moment. With your lips against his and the feeling that everything will be alright. He wanted more but didn't know if he should ask or just do. You seemed to answer that question almost immediately. You climbed on top of his lap and started to grind into him. You could feel him hardening through his pajama bottoms. You moaning into his mouth as you felt him rub right up against that bundle of nerves. You placed your hand on the back of his neck and started grinding a bit harder. He too was moaning and groaning underneath you.

Soon the feeling in your gut started to rise higher and higher and you could tell he was feeling it too. He placed his hands on your hips and helped you grind down harder. Suddenly the feeling was there and neither of you could warn the other. He held you close to him and you held him. You both breathed hard and when you finally caught your breath you looked into each others eyes. You were definitely feeling a bit of fatigue now. Your eyes were starting to become a bit droopy. Specs noticed this.

"You're tired already?"

You smiled and placed your head on his shoulder. He rubbing your back a bit before helping you roll off of him. He got his cover and placed it on you before running over to the bathroom. When he comes back this time he has different pants on and when he gets close he grabs the see through slip and places the comic back into it before placing it in a drawer. He climbs into bed with you. He holds you close and soon you both fall asleep in each others arms.

[scuffler]

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.