#ash williams fanfic

[sketchthetofu]

Sooo I might of done something-

I wrote my first ever fanfic :D!!! Epy Dakota Cole my beloved-

COME YELL AT ME ABOUT IT AFTER U READ IT :D!!!

[vakarianshepard]

N7 Month Day 1- Poetry

Here's my first contribution to N7 month! I didn't think I was gonna have anything for today, but I was suddenly struck by this idea. Set in ME2, not long after Horizon; Alexa finds a book of poetry and reflects. Under a cut because it got longer than I planned 😅

The Complete Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson. The small paperback seemed ridiculously out of place. Rare enough to see a print book at all, let alone in a random footlocker in the Terminus Systems. Shepard picked it up, turning it over to examine the blurb on the back. 

“Shepard, come look at this,” Jack called from the next room.

She jolted, startled, before replying, “I’ll be there in a sec,” making the snap decision to tuck the book into her pack. 

Later, in her quarters, she flipped through the pages, pausing when she got to "Ulysses".

"I cannot rest from travel; I will drink life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those that loved me, and alone."

Ash's face suddenly appeared in her mind, unbidden.

"My dad loved this poem," she'd said, almost seeming embarrassed. “I still read it to his grave every time I go home.” 

Her breath caught unexpectedly. A pang of grief shot through her. Alexa sat back, lost in thought. What would Ash have made of all this? The Normandy's destruction? Alexa’s death and unexpected resurrection? Horizon? She sighed, pinching her brow. What a mess. Cerberus sure loved selling bullshit with a smile, she thought wryly. Ash wouldn’t have entertained it for a single second. 

She missed Ashley. Her dry wit, unafraid to speak her mind. God, what she wouldn’t give for ten minutes with her. Two years had passed, the rest of the galaxy had moved on, but her grief was still fresh. To her, everything was a few months ago. Tears pricked her eyes and she wiped at them furiously. 

“I cannot rest,” she snorted to herself; “sounds about right. Sure could use your fire right now, Chief.” Everything seemed so off-kilter, so… screwed up since her unexpected return. Her mind went to her friends—the people she loved, and her heart warmed. No matter how bleak things looked, she was lucky to have them.  She read on:

“Life piled on life; were all too little, and of one to me little remains: but every hour is saved from that eternal silence, something more, a bringer of new things and vile it were for some three suns to store and hoard myself…”

Strangely fitting; resurrected, only to set out on a suicide mission. A second chance with an expiration date. It hardly seemed fair, but it was more than most—more than Ashley, or Pressly, or her parents, or, hell, even the merc who’d carried this book. She stopped herself. It was a chance. Maybe they’d survive—she had to believe they would. Things weren’t perfect; some days weren’t even good. But she was recruiting some of the most talented people in the galaxy, and slowly, they were becoming a team. 

Colonists were still going missing. Horizon was not a victory, and every time she thought of the Illusive Man’s smug face, rage flared white hot in her chest. It would be selfish to take the chance denied to so many and squander it, standing idly by while innocent people suffered. Even if it meant working with Cerberus a little longer. Shepard bowed her head, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, nothing had changed—the dim lighting, the glow of her fishtank, the subtle hum of the engines below. But, her resolve strengthened. She could, no, would do this. For the people she loved, for the people she’d lost. Alexa tightened her grip on the book; she would not waste this chance. She would stop the Collectors and survive on her terms—not the Illusive Man’s, not Cerberus’. She scanned the rest of the poem, her eyes lingering on the last lines: 

“We are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; one equal temper of heroic hearts… to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

Things may have changed; two years gone, she was disgraced, shunned by the Alliance, forced to work for the enemy. She thought of her and Kaidan’s argument on Horizon with a twinge of remorse. Hopefully he would understand; hopefully she’d get a chance to apologize. For now though, she had a job to do, and she hadn’t changed. Not really. Alexa closed the book, her hand lingering on the cover as she stood. 

“I’ll make it count,” she said aloud. As she turned to go back downstairs, she glanced back at the book, a small smile playing across her face, “thanks, Ash.” With a deep breath, she stepped into the corridor, ready to move forward. 

[cerebellam]

I'll give you a request :DDD

Older Ash finding out his partner is pregnant??

Lowkey thank you for this because I absolutely LOVE this trope. Wasn’t sure if you wanted fluff or angst so I went for a little of both? (Also a little appetizer while I still work on the next chapter of Something Worth Living For). Hope you enjoy! 

Request: Older Ash finding out his partner is pregnant

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning(s): language, pregnancy, angst, fluff

You stared blankly at the not one, not two, but five plastic sticks that lay before you on the tiny sink of the Airstream. There was no doubt about it. You were knocked up.

You swallowed nervously, quickly glancing away from the positive tests and up to your own reflection in the mirror. You had been trying to push away the telltale signs, but somewhere deep down you knew had a sinking suspicion. You had been nauseous the past few weeks and thought maybe you had been gaining a little weight from eating too many pancakes from the diner (after all, what life on the road was healthy?) Not to mention the fact that you and Ash haven’t exactly been careful the past few weeks. You both had cheated death one too many times and were both so happy to make it out alive, that…well. Here you were.

Oh, God. What were you going to do? Speaking of a not healthy life on the road, this surely was no life for a baby. You fought literal demons from Hell. 

You suddenly felt your heart stop and almost drop down to your feet as something even scarier crossed your mind.

What would Ash think about all of this? He surely didn’t want kids…right? He was considerably older than you and was practically a big kid at heart himself. There was no way. What would you tell him? 

Thankfully, you wouldn’t have to think long about this predicament. You were interrupted from your thoughts as you heard the front door swing open.

“Hey doll, what’s shakin’?” the tall, dark, and handsome man you had come to know as your lover called out and strolled into the airstream, sighing as he unstrapped the gun belt from his chest. He tossed it to the floor and plopped down onto the couch with an audible sigh.

You slowly exited the bathroom, trying your best to keep your cool. You managed a smile and approached him with whatever courage you could muster up.

He smiled upon your entrance into the room, reaching out his robotic hand to you. You gingerly took his gesture. He pulled you down to his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Mmm, I missed you today,” he breathed into your chest, nuzzling softly against your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close.

“Looks like someone missed me today too.” 

Your grip remained strong as you continued to hold him close to you. 

“Baby?”

His classic term of endearment for you now almost made you freeze and filled you with a new kind of fear. He managed to gently break away from you, his hand immediately reaching up to cradle your face.

“Hey, what is it?”

You couldn’t hide the tears that began to well in your eyes. You quietly bit your lip, worrying the flesh between your teeth. You searched the poor man’s face, his warm eyes filled with concern as he waited for you to answer him. 

“Ash, I’m pregnant,” you blurted, the words flooding from your mouth before you could even stop them. 

Ash’s expression went blank, almost emotionless as he paused. All color had drained from his face, an unnatural pallor crossing his chiseled features. Your heart pounded in your chest like a jackhammer as you waited for a response. His chocolate eyes bore into yours intensely and unwavering, and you suddenly felt the most vulnerable you had ever felt.

“Ash, please say something,” you whispered.

His jaw slackened, a sense of unease washing over you.

“I’m sorry, I think I misheard you. I thought you said that you were-”

You swallowed, your stare pleading. 

“I did.”

Then seemingly out of nowhere, he let out a loud, single chuckle, the sudden response almost making you jump. He rumbled beneath you. You quickly crawled off his lap and sat next to him. Without much change in the utter shock of his expression, he stood quickly and paced to the other side of the Airstream.

“No, no, no. No way, if I learned anything in life it’s to always wrap it. To ‘don’t be silly, wrap your willy.’ Wear a raincoat when it rains. Glove it before you love it-“

“Ash!” You stood, interrupting his ramble of how many descriptive phrases he could list of putting on a damn condom. 

You honestly didn’t know what to say. You wish you did. You were hoping his reaction would’ve been…well, more. You had secretly hoped he would’ve known what to do. It certainly takes two to tango and that’s sure as hell how you both ended up here. 

He was quick to sigh. “Shit…I…that wasn’t the best reaction to that, was it?” He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You hadn’t noticed it, but the tears were spilling down your cheeks now. Your face burned red hot.

“You don’t think I’m scared, Ash? This is terrifying…and I just fought a biker bar full of fucking demons last Thursday. That’s saying something, for Christ’s sake!”

He crossed back over to you, holding you close and wiping the tears from your cheek.

“Please don’t cry…I’m just…shocked, is all. Didn’t realize my swimmers were still in Olympic shape.”

You managed a breathy laugh, your head quickly hanging to stare at the floor. God, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. Well, maybe not, given your hellish track record. 

His next question surprised you.

“Is this…what you want?”

You thought for a moment, and what suprised you, even more, was how quickly you had an answer.

“I…I think I do. I mean, I know this life isn’t ideal for this, and it’s selfish but…I want this Ash. I want this with you.”

And that was the truth.

It was Ash’s turn to stare at the floor now, the usually confident and boisterous man appearing timorous and uneasy before you.

“Baby, I’m an old man. I’m not so sure someone like me can…do something like this.”

Every so often, you could see Ash’s insecurity at his age. This was one of those moments. He knew he was getting older. Hell, no one was fooled by the black hair dye. But you loved him regardless, and he still saved you and the whole fuckin’ world every time. 

“To be fair, you didn’t think you could be El Jefe, either…but here you are. And besides,” you rested your hands on his biceps, giving them a light squeeze, “if we can kill the dead and save the world…I think we can handle a baby.”

That’s when you saw Ash smile from ear to ear.

“A baby…My babydoll is havin’ a baby…We’re having a baby.”

You nodded, pulling him tight to you in an embrace.

“Goddamn, I love you,” he murmured against your skin. 

You smiled. “And I love you, Ash Williams.”

[obscure-fanpage]

Requests Are Closed For Now

A/N: I am happy to write NSFW and reader inserts :)

Updated Guidelines:

No underage characters or pairings

No scat, vore, feederism, piss, rape/dub-con, hypnosis, forced prostitution, forced slavery etc. (not here to kinkshame, just don't feel comfortable writing any of it)

No RPF just out of respect

I will try to write reader inserts as gender neutral as possible, unless otherwise specified in your request

Fandoms:

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

What We Do in the Shadows (TV Show)

Twilight

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (anime)

Creep (2014)

Evil Dead (Ash Williams Universe)

Halloween (Michael Myers)

The Boy (2016)

Scream (1996)

Marble Hornets

...and potentially more. Especially in the horror category :)

[truefandemonium]

This is a long shot but does anyone know of a Discord I can join dedicated to Bruce Campbell?? I’m looking for fellow fans/writers/admirers of Bruce and hoping I can find a place to just gush about him but I’m struggling 😭 (the gif is me without any Discord server)

Any help is appreciated!!

[dnana-2809-blog]

heyy do u mind if return an ask that u sent me?

"what are your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them?"

how are you, btw? :)

Not, at all... I'm fine, thanks.

My favorite characters mostly change from time to time. But my top 3 have been the same in the last 4 years. Here they are :

1. Ash Lynx (Banana Fish)

He is an amazing character. Have been through a lot but still have kindness in his heart. He deserves all the happiness in the world. His relationship with his "good friend" Eiji is just something else. That is why, after the series ended, I search for the fics. This series is the reason I made ao3 account, to search for their happiness.

2. Yona (Yona of the Dawn)

She is strong, beautiful and a great leader. Watching her journey from a spoiled princess to an amazing future queen is a so great. Also one of the few m/f canon relationship that I love is between Yona and her bodyguard, Hak....

3. Wei Wuxian (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

The one who started it all and got me to BL is him. I was surprised when I know he got together (canon) with the ml. And then I read the other works by the same author, they are all amazing works. And I became a BL fan until now. Wei Wuxian is smart, kind, cheerful, mischievous, and people can't help but like him when getting to know him...

4. Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs)

I love him so much. He always try his best and try to see the good in everyone. Can't believe when I saw someone's hate in him. Like, how can you hate someone who already hate himself so much? Glad to see his developement as the story progress. Also, I'm surprise to find new otps (non canon mlm) when I start this series.

5. William J. Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot)

As a fan of Holmes, of course I start watching/reading this series. And I can say that this is one of the best adaptation of Sherlock Holmes. The story and characters are all great. As I read, I'm surprise that my favorite is not Sherlock himself but William. He is just so kindhearted but willing to kill that part of himself for the greater good. Also, the relationship between William and Sherlock is special (that letter and bridge scene are a few of my favorite moments ever). Yes, I found new otps again from the series.

6. Merlin (BBC Merlin)

As new fan of this series (about 2 years), I'm glad I found it. Really love him, how he is kind hearted but can do cruel things if it's for his loved ones. His loyalty and bravery are just so him...And the ending, I did not see that coming. Well, it's me, of course there is a great bromance moments between Merlin and his prince/king, Arthur. Their relationship is so bittersweet (and why I search for their happiness in fics)

7. Patrick Jane (The Mentalist)

I've first watch the series in midde school. And he is the main reason for it. He is smart, unpredictable, mischievous, but deep down a kind hearted person. (Okay, now that I wrote it down, Jane is so similar to Wei Wuxian). Glad he can find his happiness in the end.

8. Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)

Love her. Never got bored reading her story. My favorite from all Austen works. Now, I'm not really into m/f romance stories anymore, but this book will always have special place in my heart.

9. Maomao (The Apothecary Diaries)

The reason I got into the series is because of her. Love her personality, how dedicated she is to her hobby, and how she always use logic more than personal feelings. Now, I know I'm a minority here but I dislike JinMao ship. Like, I wish she can stay single and just focus on what she loves to do (I know it's romance and she will end up with Jinshi), but it's just my opinion.

10. Hinata Shouyou (Haikyuu)

How can I not love him. He is really just like his name (a sun). Because of his bright personality, he can made friends with anyone and also learn from them. There are times if it were most people, they'll give up. But not him, he always got back up again when falling. And it's great. Overall this series is inspiring and we can learn a lot from this. (Also, yes, I have at least 5 otps from this series, including Hinata with his rival/friend)....

Sorry for this long answer, hope you don't mind.

[munster0us]

What if I made an evil dead fanfic haha…Jk….unless?

[m00nz-writes]

For anybody wondering if Alyssa and Edna will ever meet in either DWW or BA, the answer is yes. In BA.

During the current Evil Dead storyline in BA, Alyssa and Edna officially meet for the first time while Edie is on a job. They don't meet in DWW because Alyssa is a literal child during most of the storyline, or she's in Whitechapel or you know... fucking dead.

But they will meet in this new act for BA once I start releasing chapters again soon. I lost a little steam between working on The Clash of Worlds and Dead Woman Walking, as well as losing all of my progress with my last laptop. But I promise new chapters will be releasing soon and I'm gonna have to update BA again on AO3 to add even more characters to the already huge fucking roster.

This also means that the gang will meet multiple Creepypasta characters so yippie! Habit's gonna show up and fuck everyone's shit up for funsies! And also to stop Lucifer and Ruby Knowby because he can't have someone else ruining his plans!!! Only Habit is allowed to fuck shit up!!! (also there's gonna be Evan bits bc Evan Myers my love!!!!!)

Anyways TL;DR is that yes, Edna will be involved in Blackened Angel, she will have interactions with the gang (and yes, she, Erica, Sarah, and Kelly will all become bffs because I fucking said so) and of course, Edie already knows Sam and Dean because even though they haven't met in DWW, they have interacted many many times. Hope y'all are excited to see Edna fucking shit up with our favorite incompetent devil hunter!!!!

(P.S., there will also be Jay and Tim bits in BA as well because *spoiler alert* Jay survives because I fucking said so and The Operator can suck my ass xoxo)

[glowbugzz]

ash williams x reader

(this is my first time writing fanfiction, idk if this is any good or if this is a bad place to post but if you like it let me know, maybe i'll do more?) (this story takes place around a year before the events of Ash vs Evil Dead)

You awoke in the trailer to find your boyfriend Ash missing, gone to work another boring shift at ValueStop. Waking up alone made you feel lonely and cold…you got out of bed to find one of Ashley’s sweaters to keep you warm. On his side of the bed was a large pile of clothes, strewn about like a 15 year old boys bedroom. You chuckled at your boyfriends youthful, non-caring attitude. But then you remembered this week was your turn to clean the trailer and you groaned. While searching for a warm shirt to wear, your eyes drifted to something on his nightstand…a hand! Well, a wooden hand. It seems Ash somehow forgot his attachment at home. 

You abandoned the search and instead turned your focus to the hand. Picking it up gave you a weird feeling of comfort; it really wasnt much different than holding this particular hand when it was attached. You wondered what else might still be the same…thinking back on various nights and various situations in which the hand has been used on you. Giggling a bit like a schoolgirl you recalled the many, many times Ash has spanked you with his replacement hand. You felt the weight of his hand in yours, and couldn’t help but press the fingers to your face, imagining as if he were here right now. The things you would do…then you got an idea. What if you could have a little fun of your own, and make your boyfriend a little jealous? Getting out your phone you snapped a selfie of you holding his hand up. 

‘Forget something at home?’ 

He texted back almost immediately. Must not be working too hard, you thought, smirking. 

‘Had to rush this morning. Keep it safe for me, will ya? it was handcrafted in italy you know.’

You rolled your eyes at that, smiling. Who knows if the hand really was made of rosewood, let alone crafted by fine Italians. For all you knew he just stole it off a store mannequin. You admired his bragging and decided to just believe it was true though. 

Taking hold of his hand again and this time you placed it over your shirt, cupping one of your breasts with it. It felt a little weird since it wasn’t actually attached to Ash, but it still felt normal…and very nice, you had to admit. You could feel yourself easily getting aroused just by the feeling of his hand groping you. You decided to take your shirt off, to hell with the cold air conditioner air. It would only make your nipples more sensitive anyway, and that was always a welcome plus. You moved his hand to your bare skin now, the hand feeling cool as well (it is made of wood after all). Okay, selfie time. You posed seductively with his hand and quickly sent it.

‘Wish you were here ;) ‘

This time he didn’t text back. You felt a little miffed by this, but figured maybe someone at work got on his ass to actually do some work for once. He’s probably just trying to find somewhere else to go slack off, you thought. No reason why you couldn’t still have fun on your own. 

Taking his hand, you trailed it down your chest, down to your belly button, down to your thighs. You shed the last remnants of your clothing and was about to move his hand ever closer to your aroused sex– a car door slammed, making you jump a little. The door to the trailer burst open and there was Ash, already trying to frantically unbutton his shirt and kicking his shoes off.

‘What are you doing home?!’ you remarked, surprised, trying to cover yourself with the blanket a little. 

‘Staying here with you seemed a little more tempting than working my shitty job.’ Ash said, taking his work vest and shirt off and throwing them on the ever growing pile of clothes on the ground. He came over to where you were laying on the bed and grabbed his hand from you. 

You heard the familiar click of the hand returning to its owner and started to get even more excited knowing what was to come. 

‘Besides,’ Ash said, grabbing you close by the waist; ‘there ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby.’ 

[rentriasoul]

Putting this here, but I am starting to write a little something for my own crack ship!

Ashes in a Glass of Whiskey - Chapter 1 - RentriaSoul - Evil Dead - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

[rumiracle-whip]

hiii :3 10 or 41 with revenant perhaps?

41. Because the world was saved

The night was quiet, the night was calm. A light breeze rustled through the leaves of the maple trees that lined the highway and kissed Ashe’s face as they leaned against the railing separating them from the river and the green bluffs that stretched on and on towards the horizon. Every once in a while, a car would drive past, headlights reflecting in the pavement still wet from the rainstorm that had only just ended. They couldn’t see the old, battered RV that was parked in the lookout. They didn’t notice the teenager lingering outside, despite how late it was. Ashe loved this time of night, serene, lonely, but in the best way. Most of all, it was a time where everything could at last stand still.

A crow landed on the metal railing and tilted its head curiously at them. Ashe had always envied birds, and their boundless freedom.

Now Ashe was free too.

It had been three days since the Trickster had been defeated, and while the rest of the world was busy rebuilding. The Prime Defenders were heading home. Driving the longest route they could think of back to Rockfall. They needed time to think, and to reconnect.

Behind them, Ashe heard the door to the Winnebago close, and a pair of footsteps draw near. They looked over their shoulder to meet the newcomer.

“Couldn’t sleep?” William asked, walking up beside them.

“Nah.” Ashe replied. “I’ve just had too much to think about, you know how it is.” They leaned their head against William’s shoulder, soaking in his warmth. He was warm now.

Ashe would save the endless questions they had of what their friends had been up to for another day, for now they were just glad to be back.

“You know, I- we really missed you.” He said. He was smiling, but it was one of those smiles you put on like a Band-Aid on an open wound. “Ten months when we didn’t know what happened to you, if you were even alive under there. It got worse when you- when I couldn’t save Archangel. I didn’t want to think that I would lose you forever, I couldn’t lose you forever.”

“You didn’t” Ashe said softly, reaching up to brush a stray curl back in place behind William’s ear. “Lose me, I mean. I’m here now, all because of you.”

“Yeah but-” William’s gaze shied away from the horns that now jutted out of their head, the wings that stuck out at awkward angles, new limbs that Ashe didn’t quite know what to do with yet. “If it weren’t for us none of this would have happened in the first place.” He ran his thumb over the back of their hand, lost in thought.

“I would have done it again, if I got the choice. If it meant saving you I would have let the Trickster take me over and over again.”

William paused and gripped their hand a little tighter. He looked up at them, something in his eyes almost looked wounded. Ashe realized what they had just said, and that it was exactly what they had said months ago. They would let the world burn before they let their friends die. But the Trickster hurt more than just the world. William wasn’t kidding when he said the last few months had broken him, he looked awful. They almost wanted to take it back, say that they would never hurt him like that again. But it wouldn’t have been true.

“And I would have saved you every time.” He nearly whispered.

Ashe’s breath caught in their throat. Something about the way he said that… It felt less like just an inevitably, it felt like an expression of devotion, like a confession.

They heard the pounding of their own heart and to the beat of it recited words they had mulled over for months now.

“I should have told you I loved you ages ago.” They said. It was a truth they came to realize while trapped in the darkest recesses of their own mind and that they weren’t brave enough to say when they were pulled out of the shadows and saw William again for just a moment. And now they were finally saying it, and the few moments where the confession hung in the air between them were far more terrifying than they expected.

“Yeah.” William said after a second that seemed to drag on for a million years. “Me too.”

And then he leaned in and kissed them.

People always describe this feeling as being like flying, but Ashe had flown before, and this was better.

When they broke apart they felt like a weight had been lifted off their chest, like the chain that had been wrapped around their ankle since the day the Trickster first was summoned had finally broken off. It was exhilarating and terrifying and made them feel a little dizzy but it was wonderful.

They buried their face in the fabric of William’s hoodie as he carded his fingers through their hair, and for the first time in a long time, Ashe Winter’s felt at home.

[thatmivy]

Ash having nightmares about killing his friends at the cabin. No tapes. No book. He wakes up, worried that his dream was true, that he really did snap and kill his friends in cold blood. So he keeps the book. A reminder that he isn't insane, even if he doesn't always believe it.

[truefandemonium]

Me too 😭

Bitches will find a fictional man attractive and then immediately imagine him in situations where he is losing alarming amounts of blood

[obscure-fanpage]

what are your request guidelines?

what fandoms do you take prompts for?

Sure, I don’t have many guidelines. Mainly, please be respectful when submitting requests. I work full-time and have a family at home, so I will respond as soon as I can

I will not write for underage pairings or reader insert.

While I will write explicit fics upon request, I will not write any depictions of harmful or gross fetishes (ie. vore, scat, golden showers, nonconsent/rape, feederism, etc). I’m not here to kink shame, but it’s just not for me, so I don’t feel comfortable writing it.

I will also avoid any RPF out of respect for the real people involved.

For reader inserts, please also include if you want the reader to be a specific gender or if you want it neutral. If not specified, I will try to make the work as neutral as possible unless I otherwise state it.

Fandoms I Will Write For:

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Good Omens

What We Do In The Shadows

Twilight

Homestuck

Hetalia

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (anime)

Creep (2014 & 2017)

Evil Dead (Ash Williams Universe)

If I think of any more, I will update this list.

[simp-ly-writes]

Gentle-Fellow's

─────── · · A Smosh Fanfic

Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You, Spencer and your fellow cast mates Angela and Shayne all star in yet another Don't Win Mario Party, Gentlemen addition!

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, part social media au, use of dated terms as comedy, swearing, smoking, fluff, attempt at humour, cute.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,463

─ · · A/N: thank you so much for the ask, anon! sorry it took so long, had to brainstorm some jokes and scenarios but it was a load of fun! 😄

─────── · ·

"Oi! 'ello Chaps, I'm here with my fellow gentle-lads and t'day we'll be playing some good old fashion mario party, just how I like my liquor-" you began to intro to the camera before Spencer was slapping you gently on the shoulder, his body acting out more impact than you actually received but you still fell off the couch for comedic benefit as he put his shoes up on your supposed 'corpse' in good taste.

"Well enough with what that fellow was going on about, I must say we shall play. This game is better suited for a trio rather than a quartet- the same philosophy can also be said for working in the navy. Was much better to night-watch with a trio-"

"Ah yes, I do believe three-and-some is an adequate amount. I have yet to try four but it sounds you would not recommend?" Shayne leans forwards on the couch to fully face Spencer who adjusts his tophat while looking down at you, silently asking if you were okay while laying down off camera. You shot him a smile upwards, rolling over and returning back to the couch.

"Yes, I would not recommend such activities. Too many men with not enough places to go and scope out. Much better to have three, did you not serve to learn this?" Spencer asks with a tilt to his head, his top hat already falling off again as you hold back a chuckle to his playful glare in your direction.

"I in fact did serve! I was a leader, and I good one at that too. Took my whole group to one of the colonies, we had to strip ourselves of layers from how humid the climate was," Shayne clarified, pretending to light his cigar as Spencer lit his own, passing his lighter towards you.

"Thank you, gentleman," you responded, lighting your two cigarettes, wearing them like vampire fangs that had Angela near tears at the end of the couch. "I do remember being down to my undergarments at multiple points with my men, I'll have you know we were all in position within the ama-zone. Quite the discoveries we made there, so uncivilized."

"AYE!" Angela corrected, pointing a finger, her moustache slipping down her face, "I'll have you know my third mistress is from those parts, and she is the best. You mustn't make such hastily claims gentlemen, it is unbecoming of you!"

You nod your head, "yes, yes, very unbecoming. What are we? Boys like our sons? I can't remember the last time I had ashes in my lungs with that child's work," you continue as Angela agrees with a huff, the game seemingly long forgotten as you all carry through conversation, trying your darnedest not to break character.

"Ah yes, I think I have a son or two, I can't quite remember. I think to name them all William, a strong English name," Shanye comments once you all get... gently reminded to play the game you intro-ed over half an hour ago, you hoped that the editors would be able to find something distinguishable in these files.

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"I do believe it is your turn, gentleman," Spencer comments, casting you a wink. "My, I have seen to misplaced that powered-device. Does anyone see it?" Everyone starts to feel around the dips in the couch, Spencer was the first to stand, walking closer to the cameras from where you rolled to during the introduction bit and comes back with your controller, dipping it towards you with a bow.

"Thank you, my, you must be quite the bachelor, charming a fellow like me, oh my," you add with heated cheeks as Spencer returns to your side, his leg nocking against your own as you shout out in disbelief to obtaining a star you DID NOT want. "This is outrageous, I demand a re-play of my turn! I did not intend-"

"We must play by the rules," Shayne cuts you off, tilting his hat down as you stick out your tongue. Angela is focused on not winning the next mini game as you and Shayne continue your staring contest in the following two rounds before you claim victory. "Haha! I have trained with only the best, you can read a lot about another man through his eyes. Have you been hunting before? I love that wild look." Spencer jumps to respond.

"Yes, I must say, you really can tell a lot..." and in that moment you both look at one another. Shayne and Angela are both screaming over something on the screen but you both sound it out, lost in this little moment before realizing your both won... or well lost.

"It appear we have lost," Spencer says, emitting a sigh. "No, I would say we have won," you tease loving the way his cheeks heat up to his ears before you both return to the game more driven then ever to not win.

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Jokes have you all toppling the couch at some point from your rambunctious laughter, Angela is struggling to breathe through her sentence much similar to you over just how funny Spencer manages to be wearing sweatpants and a cheap half tux.

Spencer immediately went to protect your head with his arm as you all fell backwards with a large crash, the crew all gasped out in shock before your laughter only grew more boisterous. "I think I hear a little man again," Shayne comments, forcing himself upright to look over the couch as stars begun to be distributed.

Like snipers at position you all kneeled, your eyes only visible from the turned over couch. Top hats giving away your cover and you had placed second, falling back to the ground in fake shock and relief. Spencer teased mouth to mouth that had you pressing a hand to his mouth and narrowed your eyes at his large ones filled with glee and adoration.

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Angela had lost in the end in first place. you second place. Shayne in third and Spencer being the ultimate winner in fourth.

"FUCK!" and the video ended abruptly to quickly cute to her wearing a dog cone while trying to light a cigarette, only for them to keep collecting down by her neck.

"Thank you all for viewing our game time today, I have had the most splendid time today with you chaps, as I hope you all have ventured the same?" Shayne asks the now upright couch and cast.

"Yes, I was quite filled with delight," you replied, nodding your head and tipping your hat to everyone on the sofa.

"I do agree with my fellow gentleman, here" Spencer replies, clapping you on the wrist this time, very much close to holding your hand, your fingers interlacing while watching Angelas 'winning' speech.

"I hate you all-"

"Why that id not very gentlemanly of you, do you wish to handle these matters outside in more space for our thoughts?" Shayne rebuttles.

"Yes, I rather have a few thoughts to show you," Angela challenged, brow raised as she begins to roll up her sleeves, Shayne doing the same. Alex closes the video by panning upwards and the screen fades to black.

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username01 (name) and Spencer out here being the cutest even while cosplaying as colonizers, iconic behaviour you two!

username88 09:45 "Ah yes, I do believe three-and-some is an adequate amount" - Shayne Topp 2024

↳ username70 OMG why did I not catch this earlier LMAO 🤣 ↳ username91 or what about 20:01 " What are we? Boys like our sons? I can't remember the last time I had ashes in my lungs with that child's work..." - (name) was UNREAL for sayin' this XD ↳ username70 OMG YES! 🙌😂

username22 I don't know about you but I'm feeling like I'm ready for a whole series of just this cast and just this game. I have had this video and repeat since it's come out! Please. Make. More. 🙏

username14 Literally so in love with how gentle Spencer was being with (name), dropping the persona to held them find their controller and even making sure they didn't fall hard?? 😭

↳ username91 and did anyone notice those little winks? UGH 😩

username40 this is not good material to be eating to, almost choked from laughing so hard, would not recommend.

userame66 That little exchange about seeing into one another's eyes was so poetic, like that bit did not need to go that hard 💗

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