#specsromeo

[s9da]

wormsies specs  yeah the worm has specs too what kind of person do you think i am

[timetogoslumming]

The Bear Creek Market: Chapter 17

To-Do Lists and Taylor Swift

The fair is in town and Romeo's schedule is packed. Sarah calls Kath for a favor.

Romeo’s schedule was packed during fair weeks. On one hand, he was responsible for organizing their booths. They would be entering a few pumpkins, two of their pigs, and four chickens for competition. One of the pumpkins, he thought, had a real chance of winning a prize. It was probably the best he had ever grown. Romeo had nurtured that pumpkin for its entire life and he felt like he was sending his daughter off to her quinceanera. He got a little teary-eyed when they loaded it up onto the truck. 

[birchlogz]

change or constant, i'll still wait and do it all for you <3

[and-i-lostmy-shoe]

Romeo: Elmer, if I run and jump at Specs there is a 100% chance he will catch me in his arms

Romeo: *runs at Specs*

Specs: Romeo, NO! I’m holding coffee!

Specs: *drops coffee to catch Romeo*

Zanna thought this had newsie energy. I diagnosed it as Spromeo.

[schmilliam]

Time to Spare -- Spromeo

It‘s 2:30 PM, and Romeo is already bored to tears.

Outside his window, the January sun shines brightly, the sight at odds with the blistering winds and biting temperatures. With the outdoors being a living hell for any unfortunate soul who had to venture out, and with a lack of responsibilities for the rest of the day, Romeo finds himself holed up in his room. At this point, Netflix seemed the best option to kill time, but as the show progresses not even John Mulaney can ease the inattentive buzzing in the back of his mind. But whatever. It‘s something to do, and it passed time.

…not quickly enough, it seems. The show ends, and Romeo glances down at the screen’s clock again, sighing before absently clicking on the scroll bar and scanning through the next set of choices Netflix presented to him. After a moment he huffs, sliding down a little in the uncomfortable desk chair and clicking on a preview at random. As his eyes glaze over the summary, his phone dings, the noise sharp through the stuffy silence, and he scoops it up almost desperately.

Handsome: u busy?

A smile threatens to erupt as Romeo quickly unlocks his phone to respond.

Never too busy for you

Handsome: can i call?

ofc

Setting his phone down on his desk, Romeo has barely untangled himself from the blanket wrapped around him before his phone screen lights up, the ringtone cutting through the air. After a minute he stands, muttering “Yeah, yeah,” under his breath and kicking the blanket under his desk a little. Taking his phone again, his thumb swipes across the screen and he grins as Specs’ face flashes into view a minute later.

“Hey!” he greets, taking a few steps before flopping back onto his bed. His chest twinges a little as Specs smiles back, and Romeo tries to brush the lonely feeling away.

“Hey. How ya doin’?”

“Oh, fine, ya know. Third day of rehearsals, but who’s counting, huh?” He shrugs, quickly rolling his eyes before focusing once more on the screen. Specs must have found something to prop his phone against, given he was now leaning his chin on his hand.

“Yeah? Those goin’ good then?”

“I guess. First day was pushed back an hour, and then tonight’s got cancelled. So. I’m just kinda… sitting here.”

Specs stares at him a moment, and he doesn’t know if it’s the crappy dorm connection, or the lighting, or what, but he could swear Specs was trying to hold back a grin. “... bored?”

Romeo rolls his eyes, head dropping back as he falls into his pillows. “God, I’m so bored!” he groans. “Rehearsal’s the only reason I had to come back early, and the only other thing I have to do is finish cleaning up my room — but I got two weeks to do that ‘til Buttons shows up anyway, so of course I’m not gonna do that now-”

And after a minute or two of rambling, he catches himself mid-sentence. “... sorry, I should stop. How’re things goin’ with you?” He barely catches the tinny-sounding sigh through the phone speaker.

“They’re okay. I mean, same as usual, mostly. Still workin’.” Specs pauses, and after a moment finally admits, “... kinda quiet, without you around. It’s...kinda weird.”

“Yeah? It’s quiet here, too. Since nobody’s back yet. But… hey, guess what?”

“What?”

His smile softens, and his chest twinges again, wishing he could be at home with his boyfriend instead of being back at college so soon. “Two weeks. That’s all ya gotta wait ‘til you get back.”

Specs sighs again, the frown giving way to a small smile that Romeo could juuuuuust barely see, if the screen was lit just right. “I know...” Romeo watches as he glances down to the table before his face comes up again. “Is it bad to say I kinda miss you already?”

“Aww, you miss me?” Specs just rolls his eyes at the teasing, prompting a grin out of Romeo. “Turnin’ into a softie, Specs. Wasn’t expecting that outta you-“

“Fine, just forget I said anything.”

“No, no!” Romeo huffs, shaking his head in mock scandal. “You said it, you can’t take it back!” Sitting back, he grins at the screen, letting the moment die down before adding, “... I miss you too. Like I said, it’s quiet without you guys around.”

“Well...has Race gone back yet?”

“Race? Nah.” Romeo shakes his head. “He and Spot are comin’ up next weekend, I think. I dunno, he woulda told me if he was back at his place.”

“Right,” Specs sighs. “Well, you should go see him when he comes back. So you’re not just sitting in your dorm all alone for so long.”

“What’re you, my mom?”

Through the mediocre sound quality, he thinks he hears Specs snort. “No, but I think I’m allowed to be worried about you. Ya know, as your boyfriend and all.”

“Ohh, that’s right. As my handsome, charming, dashing-“

“Ro.”

“-caring, extremely talented, gorgeous-“

“Romeo.”

“-kind and thoughtful boyfriend-“

Specs’ face drops into his hands as he groans. “Stop.” Which was cute, really. Romeo loved doing this, flattering his boyfriend to no end. In fact, he just laughs as Specs talks again. “You’re awful.”

“But I’m just bein’ honest,” he answers innocently. There’s the sound of a huff, and Specs comes out of hiding enough to glare at his phone. Romeo just smiles.

“That’s what you always say.”

“Well. Guess it must be true then, huh?” He winks, laughing at the rolling eyes he gets in response.

“Right, yeah. Anyway, if you’re done flirting with me...I know you’re busy and all, but..you mind if I bother you for a little while longer?”

Well, it didn’t take long to figure that one out. “I could think of nothing better.”

[moved-glowfaery]

FAVORITE CIRCLE OF HELL [CHAPTER 23]

 Fandom: Newsies

Ships: Sprace, Javey, Almer, Specsromeo (what is the shipname?), Blush, Newsbians, Crutchie and Happiness

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15| Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22

“I can’t believe they actually accepted you at NYU. Do they know what kind of dick you are?” “You are just mad, I’m not joining you in San Francisco,” Race rolled his eyes at Romeo. “Yes I am. We were going to rule the city but you two decided to go somewhere else,” He yelled out, throwing his arm in the arm, very dramatic. “Why did you not apply to a theatre school, Romeo? You would’ve been accepted,” Albert smirked, sliding his milkshake towards himself to drink. They were seated at the lovely dinner, that they had spend many evenings in this year. A few dates, mostly nights with just their little group, which had drastically expended in a small time. Now it was the night before everyone left for college. “I can’t believe you and Conlon are actually going to New York together. I mean, what a love story,” Romeo sighed, his face leaning on his hand. “We won’t even be on the same campus. He’s going to a college in Brooklyn and all my classes and dorms are in Manhattan,” “Still denying shit when it comes to Conlon,” Albert poked his elbow in Race’s side. “Okay, okay! I mean, I’m not complaining studying in the same city as my boyfriend, it’s good.”

“It’s romantic!” Romeo leaned back on the seat. “Specs is going to be an hour and a half away and I’m already dying,” He whined, throwing his head back. “At least you are in the same state,” Albert clearly kicked the boy under the table. “Elmer got accepted in Juilliard and I’m going to fucking Denver, stop complaining,” “Who is complaining? No wait, let me guess. Romeo.” Davey welcomed the boys as Jack pushed another table against the one the three boys were seated at, creating twice as much space. “Why is Romeo complaining?” Jack asked as he sat down on one of the chairs, next to Davey. “You’ve got three guesses,” Albert announced, ignoring the grunt coming from Romeo. “That’s hard, could it be that Specs is going to be an hour and a half away, and he is dying?” “You can’t judge me, Kelly, you and Davey are both going to Stanford with your stupid art scholarship.” Romeo called out. “Still, I’m judging you,” He said, his one arm resting on the back of Davey’s chair. “I hate y’all,” Romeo muttered. Race could swear Romeo was like a bloodhound ‘cause he turned around in his seat the second Specs, Elmer and Spot walked through the door. Specs slide next to Romeo on the seat, while Albert moved to a chair, so he and Elmer could sit together and Race and Spot. “Blink will be here any second,” Spot said before he pressed a kiss on Race’s curls. “He picked up Crutchie along the way,” Race leaned into Spot as the conversation dragged on, more chairs were pulled out when Blink, Mush and Crutchie arrived. After a while the tables were filled with frites, burgers and drinks. By the time they went for dessert, Sarah and Katherine showed up, making it all a bit more cramped so everyone could still sit, but it worked. Because weirdly, it always seemed to work in this group. “Just give me a tuck if you want to get out of here,” Spot whispered into Race’s ear, his arm around his shoulder. Where normally he had no problem with leaving early, especially not when he left together with Spot, but for this once he wished this night could last forever, instead of not seeing these boys until Thanksgiving or Christmas. He rested his head on Spot’s shoulder, a soft smile on his lips as he watched the rest of his friends. “Nah, I’m fine.”

Thank you for reading this shitty excuse of a story. Few things I wanted to mention about this that I did not know how to mention in this last chapter: - Crutchie got a brace and can walk with it quite okay! He's going to a university in Boston - Race's dad got arrested and has a restraining order, so he can't come close to Race again. After he got out of jail he left town without a word to Race or his mother, he most likely left the state.

Thank you so so so much for reading this and commenting, it really made my days so much better. 

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[mushmeyers]

specs can always make romeo laugh

[spectacles-redacted]

my specsromeo bullshit

so uhhhHHHHHHH

if u wanna read my specsromeo fic ive started

here u go: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13952073/chapters/32116656