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Specs x Reader | Stolen Heart and Stolen Glasses

As someone with glasses, I will figuratively murder you if you do this to me. Also it sounds a bit shrexual, but it's not.

My boyfriend, Specs, is sitting in the living room and reading his book. I jump on the couch, making him bounce up and glare at me.

"Can't you see I'm doing something?" He asks rhetorically. I smile and lean against him.

"And can't you see I wanna do something fun?" I ask him, sprawling out on his body. I have a very short attention span and a lot of energy and I want to go to the movies. But instead he pushes me away, smiling a bit.

"Listen, I love you, you're like a little puppy who just discovered the backyard. But I'm reading my book right now, so let's go out later," Specs says, bringing his eyes back to the boring book in his hand. 

"If you hang out with me, I'll show you where your lost shoe is," I say, proud to know where he loses everything. I watch his eyes light up, clearly wanting to know where it is. But he quickly goes back to reading.

"Cool, but I'm reading right now," he says plainly. I think to myself for a minute before getting an idea. I walk up behind him and lean over his shoulder, reading the book with him. I watch as his eyes dart over for a quick second. But as soon as he begins to focus, I reach my hand over and quickly snatch his glasses off his face.

Now, Specs is practically blind without his glasses, so stealing them means that he can't read. He takes in a disappointed breath and carefully closes his book after putting his bookmark in.

He stands up and glares in my direction, his eyes squinted in order to see a tiny bit better. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Can I have my glasses back?" He asks. I shake my head and hold them above my head, which is useless because he's taller than me.

"Not until you hang out with me. I've spent all. Fricking. Day by myself. So love me, or go blind," I say, proud of myself for being so annoying.

"How about neither. And if you keep this up, you'll be getting no attention for a week," he says, crossing his arms. I gasp in an exaggerated shock.

"You wouldn't dare," I say, which makes him give an evil smile.

"Oh, but I would," he says. So I smile back.

"But it's worth it," I say happily and run away. I hear him begin to chase me around our apartment, and we end up running around, jumping, and tripping over furniture.

I try to run to our front door and escape, but he puts one hand on the other sides of my head, pinning me to the wall. I look at him and notice that he's sweating, and we're both out of breath. 

I quickly move the glasses above my head, but he grabs my hands, pinning them to the both sides of my head. And without warning, slams his lips into mine. It turns into a heated make out session, until after a minute, he pulls away.

"God, you drive me crazy," he says, his voice very gruff and slightly scratchy, which makes my body feel weak. "So where should we hang out at?" I snap back into my thoughts, and think for a moment.

"Um, how about we go watch a movie?" I ask, my face is probably as red as a tomato. He moves away in a swift movement and puts on his glasses.

"Okay then, get ready."