#ellis stevens x you

[hashnna]

Repeat; Ellis Stevens.

Sinopse: E ele faria isso de novo, de novo, e de novo. Quantas vezes vocês pudessem.

Notas: mais uma vez o curioso caso onde eu começo a escrever pensando em uma coisa e termino em outra 😭 o importante é que deu certo, gente. (Isso aqui se passa na 1° temporada, em um contexto em que os monstros não tivessem entrado na colony house, ok 😭 me deixem sonhar)

Avisos: conteúdo sexual, sexo oral, p.v, talvez o grande foco da minha cabeça escrevendo isso fosse simplesmente Corruption kink.

“Eu tô bem, beleza? Desencana, tô legal!”

Ellis dizia isso com aquele jeito, o sorrisinho suave, a mão acariciando sua bochecha com o polegar. Mas o que saía da boca do Stevens não condizia com ele esbarrando em tudo e todos por toda a casa enquanto bebia daquele cantil.

Desde que havia ido parar naquele lugar, o filho do xerife havia se tornado tudo que tinha. Não só ele, mas bem, muitas das pessoas daquela cidade eram como uma família para você. Mas Ellis...Ellis é diferente, ele é seu porto seguro, é a pessoa para quem você corre quando sente que está em seu limite naquele lugar e ele simplesmente te segura firme contra o peito e diz que está ali com você. A pessoa que faz aquele lugar parecer um pouco menos como um pesadelo infinito, é quem te faz realmente acreditar no amor, afinal, se você conseguiu encontrar alguém como ele no meio daquele terror, nada mais é impossível.

Quando, com a visão periférica o viu subir as escadas, não demorou para que você fosse junto, abrindo a porta do quarto que dividiam segundos depois dele ter fechado.

— Ei, tudo bem? - questionou assim que entrou, fechando a porta às suas costas.

— Cansei da barulheira lá embaixo - Ellis deu de ombros. — Você pode voltar pra festa.

— Eu não quero - dá de ombros também, os olhos o seguem enquanto ele deixa o cantil vazio sobre a mesinha ao lado da cama.

— Você nem se divertiu, amor - ele te olha, suspira. — Desce, a festa mal começou.

— Tudo bem por mim - suspira. — Festas nunca foram a minha praia mesmo.

Stevens bufa, é visível desde cedo o quanto ele estava um pouco fora de si especificamente hoje, o que normalmente, não te deixaria tão preocupada, não como hoje após vê-lo quase iniciar uma briga na cozinha.

— O pessoal vai te procurar lá embaixo.

— Não importa, vão saber que eu subi - devolve. — Não é como se eu tivesse muito pra onde ir a noite.

— Tudo bem - Ellis respira fundo. — Ok. Você que sabe.

Quando você se aproxima, antes que alcance a mão dele, o rapaz se deita na cama, fecha os olhos antes de respirar fundo outra vez.

— Ellis… - Você senta na beira da cama, arruma a barra do vestido estampado que usa, apoia a mão no peito dele devagar. — Você quer-

— Eu j�� disse que tá tudo bem.

— Ok. Tudo bem. - dessa vez é você quem bufa.

Mesmo com os olhos fechados, Ellis sente sua mão deixar o peito dele quando você se levanta, mas antes que você se afaste de vez, ele se senta, segura seu pulso.

— Não, espera aí, vai.

— Você disse pra eu descer - dá de ombros mesmo cedendo quando ele te puxa de volta para se sentar onde estava antes.

— Desculpa - Ellis te olha nos olhos, a mão que antes segurava seu pulso agora se aproxima de seu rosto, afasta uma mecha de seu cabelo e a põe atrás da orelha, se aproxima, gruda os lábios cheinhos nos seus. — Fica aqui comigo.

Simples, te desarmar é simples quando se trata de Ellis. Alguns selinhos e pronto, nem se lembra mais o porque estava preocupada ou estressada. Com uma facilidade absurda em segundos está deitada na cama, ele apoia a mão em sua cintura, aperta em um carinho suave, sela seus lábios uma última vez antes de se afastar.

— Foi mal… - suspira. — É só que…esse lugar…eu…você sabe.

— Tudo bem - sua mão acaricia o rosto bonito dele, sorri terna, compreensiva. — Eu sei. A gente não precisa pensar nisso.

Ele sorri, aquele sorrisinho um pouco bobo que te derrete como ninguém. O puxa mais para perto, o beija de novo, o gosto do álcool ainda está presente na língua dele, mas não é como se te incomodasse, os lábios de Ellis são tão doces como ele.

Antes de vir parar aqui, nunca havia tido um relacionamento realmente sério como aquele, nunca havia tido um namoro. Os dois meses em que passou trocando beijos e indo em encontros com o garoto loiro que trabalhava na sorveteria no fim da rua não conta. Ellis Stevens foi seu primeiro em quase tudo. E no meio daquele caos, essa foi a sua decisão mais correta.

Tudo foi perfeito. A forma como ele, logo no primeiro momento, depois de você falar com todas as letras que nunca havia estado com um homem, foi paciente, no seu tempo. Quando você finalmente disse que o queria, antes de fazer qualquer coisa, teve que se certificar mais de uma vez se você realmente queria aquilo.

E o jeito como as mãos e os lábios exploraram seu corpo. Os dedos se demoraram propositalmente em abrir o zíper na parte de trás do vestido, espalhando selares suaves em seu pescoço, quando finalmente o zíper chegou ao fim, você já suspirava, a cabeça apoiada sobre o ombro dele, os dedos alheios subiram novamente, deslizando pela sua pele no processo, te causando arrepios gostosos, os indicadores afastaram as alças fininhas de seus ombros e o tecido não demorou a escorregar, caindo em um embolado de tecido floral no chão.

Ellis agarrou sua cintura agora nua, sentindo sua pele quente, e quando suas mãos pousaram sobre as dele, as trazendo até seus seios, os biquinhos rígidos roçando a palma da mão, a calça dele ficou duas vezes mais apertada no corpo.

Ele retirou sua calcinha devagar, com a delicadeza de quem abriria um presente cuja caixa é extra sensível.

Afastou suas pernas, beijando suas coxas, deixando cada pelinho eriçado por onde os lábios dele passavam. Os suspiros quebradinhos deixavam sua boca quase que involuntariamente, extasiada com todas aquelas sensaç��es novas, e os barulhinhos sensíveis se transformaram em gemidos manhosinhos no momento em que a língua dele entrou em contato com seu sexo.

Não sabia se apertava os lençois, arranhava os ombros dele, puxava os cabelos, arranhava as próprias coxas em busca de algum alívio, você se tornou uma bagunça tão rápido que Ellis não pode deixar de fazer gracinha com isso depois. Mas naquele momento, a única coisa que ele fez foi, se empenhar em te dar naquela noite, o primeiro melhor orgasmo da sua vida.

O corpo dele parecia encaixar perfeitamente no seu quando ele se colocou entre suas pernas, a pele quente em contato com a sua te fazendo arfar, as mãos meio trêmulas agarrando os ombros dele, quando ele colocou cada centímetro, bem devagar, mais é mais dentro de você, teve que morder as costas da própria mão na tentativa de não fazer tanto barulho assim em uma casa lotada com aquela.

As estocadas lentas, tão fundas que te faziam ver estrelinhas no teto do quarto, te deixavam cheinha, molinha nos braços dele, pedindo por mais e mais. E Ellis dava, exatamente do jeitinho que você pedisse, quantas vezes você quisesse, porque depois de ouvir seus gemidinhos manhosos pela primeira vez, este havia se tornado o som favorito dele.

E ele faria isso de novo, de novo, e de novo. Quantas vezes vocês pudessem.

Aviso que tive mais ideias com o Ellis enquanto nem tinha terminado de escrever isso ainda 😮‍💨☝️

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Kristi was doing the best she could, Marielle was too. But there was still too much going on for them to handle by themselves

・That's when you asked if they could teach you i.e., have you shadow them, learn from their mistakes and achievements.

・Both were happy to educate you, the pressure easing off of them. Although they would never admit it...

・Randall had moved into the makeshift hospital with you, both of you taking the up space downstairs.

・Most nights you would go over your notes, as Randall lay on his back, the beds pushed together so that it created a (measley) double.

・There is a lot of banter/light teasing in your relationship:

Randall: "Ya know, if you keep fixing me so well, I might start thinking I'm invincible." You: "Just wait until I start charging you for my services."

・Randall memorises herbs that can be used for helping others and goes out to find them for you

・No one would believe how thoughtful Randall truly is. But when he cares for someone, when he loves someone ... god, there is nothing he wouldn't do. No where he wouldn't go.

・Because you sleep technically in the basement, you both made it as cosy as possible. Tying up flowers and herbs - hanging them on every wall.

・Candles, drawings (asked Ellis to make a really nice one on a large canvas).

・Even though he finds it a tad boring, he would still help you with your own learning by quizzing you. It actually helped him learn a bit too.

・Randall knows you prioritise other people over your own well-being. Forgetting to eat and drink water - he has to remind you every day.

・And by reminding you, he really finds out where you are and gives you a snack and some water. Leading you to roll your eyes, lightly smack his chest and then give him the biggest kiss.

[acidic-potato-piss-water]

Fuck it. T4T Fatima and Ellis

That's the real reason Fatima is so confused when she gets pregnant. Not bc she's infertile, necessarily, but bc the town made her grow a uterus

[bluebutlikenotalways]

Lesbian page!!!

Good luck with the shitty quality tumblr has decided we deserve :)

Dw I’ll help

Pomni Pomni Pomni Pomni! And Ragatha!

Devious intent

My very first otp

And them!

[lamppost-t]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Intro and request guide ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hi, I'm Lamp!

I'm 18 and fanfic writer, I love writing and post lots of small blurbs when I have time and I love doing requests (mainly because I have writers block), I write both Gn! and Fem!reader (remember to specify before requesting). I love Sanrio, classical writing and films aswell as Music like Jazz and Bossa nova

!things I won't write!

* ˚ ✦ I will not write smut. I'm not very comfortable with writing smut for personal reasons so please refrain from sending requests for smut

* ˚ ✦ I won't write anything creepy like big/inapropriate age gaps, Racism, homophobia, ect

* ˚ ✦ I won't write real people Its not in my comfort Zone!! I will write for their characters :3

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Characters I write for ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

* ˚ ✦ Miguel O'hara

* ˚ ✦ Miles Morales

* ˚ ✦ Finnick Odair

* ˚ ✦ Peeta Mellark

* ˚ ✦ Ellie Williams

* ˚ ✦ Joel Miller (Platonic)

* ˚ ✦ Poe dameron

* ˚ ✦ Steven grant

* ˚ ✦ Mark Spector

* ˚ ✦ Dick Grayson/Nightwing

* ˚ ✦ Jason Todd/Redhood

* ˚ ✦ Cindy Moon/Silk spider

Masterlist (working on it)

[goatcheesecak3]

I need some fic inspo/requests so badly!!!! Not just like "reader x this character fluff", like an actual plot, or storyline pretty pleeeaaaseeeeeee!!!!

[atyourmerci]

Gold wing, angel

meanloser!ellie X classpresident!r

CW: smut, MDNI, dom!ellie, sub!reader, v angsty, slight bondage, cunt slapping, fingering, cunnilingus, edging, orgasm denial, ruined orgasms, lite angel symbolism, no y/n, no pdor

A/N: actually surprised I finished a req (you all applaud me) this is inspired by “GOLDWING” by billie.

Ellie was a sick drug. Something not to be desired. She was the epitome of the allure of indulging in something you shouldn’t have, shouldn’t know, try at very least.

How did she get this way- who made her like this? Anger taken out through bodies of admission in an act of revenge. Taking back what was taken from her. Her pride regained by your submission.

You could have never fathomed the aggression the loser from AP American literature could obtain. You thought she’d beg on her knees for you. Worship your every move, starstruck by even getting the chance to touch you.

But she didn’t. She reveled in taking you off your high horse, got off on watching the student body president, proper and witty, utterly depraved by getting her cunt abused by a fucking moron.

-

98- A fucking 98, you did not deserve a 98 on the midterm paper. Your work was frankly sloppy, lacked comprehension. It made you ill knowing you were turning in something so lackluster with your name slapped across the front so proudly. The only thing that made you sicker was the thought of receiving special treatment- you had an image to uphold. You got to your position in this society from your own intellect, blood, sweat, tears and all. Kissing ass for a fucking 98 wasn’t in the cards.

The class began filing out as usual, like wild animals in a pack, shiny white teeth like daggers. Meshing together in their navy steam-pressed blazers, hair like defining fur, the only indication of individuality.

Except for her, sticking out like a sore thumb, the great big elephant in the room. Breaking many rulebook codes with her black nail polish, unkept hair to the standard policy, her white polo unbuttoned at the top two buttons that revealed her freckled chest. Despite her all around degenerate persona, she was irritatingly smart. Maybe if she had an ounce of charm she’d take your place.

With the rest of the class out of sight she stares at you. Not cutting off eye contact you both rise from your chairs you practically run to Mr. Stevens desk. The slap of two papers hit his desk, a 98 and a 90 shining in red sharpie ink on the white papers.

“I don’t deserve this,” comes out in unison, the sincerity in your voice cut open by the harshness in Ellies.

“Please one at a time, ladies.”

Before the words can even escape your lips Ellie rages, “I worked my ass off on this. I deserve better than a 90,” she spits out. “I know you can do better than this Ms.Williams, I expect more from you.” Ellie scoffs back at him, “this is bullshit,” she muffles but continues standing at his desk.

Mr.Stevens nods his head in your direction for your speech, you glance at Ellie with her arms now crossed, awaiting your protest. You brush off her insistence on staying and begin, “Mr.Stevens, I appreciate your grading and understanding my agenda for the midterm, but objectively this is sub-pare work. I think you may have given me someone else’s grade… maybe you mixed up my grade with Ms.Williams.”

He doesn’t skip a beat, “I don’t mix up grades, you earned it. Now if you two will excuse me,” Mr.Stevens directs you both to the now empty hallway.

Ellie storms out with rage, cheeks flushed and lips pressed closely, you follow behind. “‘ms Williams’? the fuck was that?” Ellie presses in a scowl, words echoed in a bare hallway.

“Look I read your paper, I think you deserved better,” you retort in an attempt to soothe her. You cant seem to keep your eyes off her cupids bow, the contrast of soft pink lips against her tired skin.

“Oh thats fucking rich coming from ‘ms I don’t deserve my grade’ you’re pathetic,” she points, eyes thinning.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch more people would like you,” you attempt, heat rising in your own cheeks, heart thumping roughly in your chest.

Ellies cruel disposition contorts into a grin, inching closer to your body, “you’re fucking him aren’t you? Ms. perfect sucking off the teach so she can stay on top?”

A power so foreign comes before you, using force to push your wrist into her chest, though she doesn’t budge, “shut up.”

She returns your aggression, pushing your bodies flesh up against the brick wall behind you, ripping the breath from your lungs. Your hands instinctively grip into her shirt. Her eyes are wild, as if she was surprised she’d taken it this far, or rather puzzled by the fact you haven’t broken your grasp.

You both pant from the intrusion, glaring, waiting- waiting for someone to cave.

Like a dog on a leash you dragged her in, pulling her by her fabric until her lips met your own. A depraved act, met with open mouths and wandering tongues. Hatred in its finest form, digging into her as if you’d ever thought of it. A subconscious desire pulled from the depths of your cravings.

Before true indulgence she pushes you off, taking a moment to look at your hazy disposition, drunk on delinquency, “don’t ever do that again,” she pants out. Taking her thumb she wipes the saliva from your bottom lip and takes off without your response.

-

Time after time you went back. You told yourself you’d stop, never talk to her again. Yet there the keys were in the ignition, a path that you knew like the back of your hand. Leading, controlling your own fate of defacement.

“Can you please just open the door,” you plead on her doorsteps, mind and body corrupted- to only be pleased by the mental games, the destruction in forms of submitting to her.

Strung up like an old doll long forgotten in the attic, bound wrist behind your back and ankles tied to the head of her bed, vulnerable and needy.

“What now? Use your fucking words,” Ellie remarks before spitting on your neglected cunt. Your body winces at the sensation of the hot liquid dripping down the pulsing flesh, “please I promise I’ll do whatever you ask.”

She hovers over your squirming body, carful to not give you the satisfaction. Gripping your jaw in her hand, “do you ever pay attention to what I tell you? You don’t deserve to come,” cocking her free hand back to lay a purposeful slap to your slick folds causing you to scream out from the blissful pain.

She lays another one into the already beat red skin, a cruel grin growing on her lips as she hears you enjoying it. “You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” she asks glaring at your tucked in lip, eyes glossy. You nod back at her, signaling your approval for using your body as her personal vessel.

Somehow it was good enough for her, dropping down to your perked nipples and sucking it into her teeth as she uses her hand to cover your eyes. You’d learn very early on that you weren’t allowed to watch her use her mouth on you. In the odd occasion she’d let you have your cunt in her mouth shed have your face shoved in the sheets while she took you from behind. She never told you why- and you didn’t dare ask.

Your wrist wriggle behind your back as your chest arches into her mouth, hot and wet. You obsess over what it would feel like on your mouth again, most nights were spent only thinking of her mouth- foreign, an impenetrable fortress. You began to chase the chance of the feeling her again.

You feel as her mouth comes off of the swollen bud as she removes the hand on your eyes, “don’t look,” she says with no threat in her tone, but you don’t risk crossing her.

You shut your exhausted eyes, dropping your head back as you feel her wrap her arms around the meat of your thighs. She drags an antagonizing strip up your slit, jolting your body into the mouth.

She goes as slow as possible, providing as little pressure she can muster up to the swell of your clit, but from her slaps it wouldn’t take much. Your body akin to a fish gasping for air out of water, squirming under her touch. She digs her fingers deep into the flesh as a warning.

“If you ever want to come again Id advise you behave.”

“P-please,” you plead to her, legs shaking as you whimper her name over and over like a prayer.

“I said no, i swear to god I’ll ruin every fucking orgasm,” sliding her two fingers into your clenching hole she drives slow pumps as she returns her mouth to your clit.

Your face contorts in concentration, attempting to hold yourself back but you could only be held off for so long.

“Ellie- Ellie!” bursting at the seams, your body detesting her rules, letting the hot white cum coat her fingers. She only fucks you harder, faster through your orgasm. This is a game you weren’t to win, rather to allow herself to revel in your pain. She got off on destroying your mind, making it to where you can only be pleased by her punishment.

Ellie kept her word, working you up on the edge of finishing and stopping completely, laughing at your pathetic state, crying and begging to come.

Clipping your wings, she hung them on her walls as a trophy. Pleas echoing her room, come splattering her sheets, your lips chapped and neglected.

[ivystoryweaver]

A Date, Then? - Steven Grant

Steven + Cup of tea + Holding hands + Reading

Fall Fluff Masterlist | Steven Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Notes: GN!reader celebrates Thanksgiving, tw food (but it's not a Thanksgiving day fic). Reader is SMITTEN

Word Count: 1k || for @vintagegirl01's request Steven Grant x reader enjoying a cup of tea and holding hands as they read together (Kinda like how Carl and Ellie from Up did in the Married Life Montage where they are in their designated seat reading their own book and holding hands). (I'm not posting your actual ask message yet bc I want to keep the Marc part in my inbox bc I love it & want to revisit it)

"Knock, knock," Steven sing-songs after you've clearly already opened the door. "Hiya."

"Steven, come in," you warmly greet your neighbor, noticing the stack of books tucked haphazardly under his arm. "You can set those anywhere."

"Right, thanks." He nods to your apron. "Cooking something?"

"Mm-hmm, turkey and all the trimmings for Thanksgiving."

"Right, sorry. Thanksgiving Day is tomorrow, innit? Sorry to disturb you." His cheeks flush as he grants you an apologetic wave.

"No, you're fine. I wanted to host a Friendsgiving or maybe a Neighbors-giving? But I only know you so far," you explain, leading him toward the kitchen. "Maybe next year, after I've met more people. I thought maybe you would like some leftovers, if nothing else."

You go on to explain that, aside from turkey, you're making yams with vegan marshmallows on top and using non-dairy items and vegan butter in the stuffing. You're also working on some green beans, cranberries, and of course, rolls.

"You have to work tomorrow, right?"

"Off at 5:30."

"Would you..." you bounce on your toes apprehensively, your tummy flip-flopping. "Would you like to come over for dinner? I understand if the turkey's a dealbreaker, no worries."

"Could I?" He breathlessly returns. "That would be so lovely, actually."

"Perfect," you beam at him, realizing you should have just asked him in the first place.

"So I guess I'll let you carry on," Steven says, stuffing his hands into his pockets and shifting from foot to foot. He nods toward the stack of books he's returning to you. "Loved those. Thanks for the recommendations."

"You already finished them?" You gasp disbelievingly.

"Had some time on my hands."

"Do you have to go? You seem kind of in a hurry."

Steven pauses, confused. "I thought you were cooking."

"No, I was just doing some prep work. We're supposed to read tonight, right?"

"Right." His shoulders relax. "Unless you need help cooking?"

You assure Steven it's all right, putting on the kettle in the process. "Which tea? Blueberry black, white tropical or cinnamon plum?"

"Blueberry black," he decides, reaching with familiarity into the cupboard to retrieve his favorite cup and yours, along with saucers. You gather the spoons, sugar, non-dairy milk and honey.

"You're sure I'm not keeping you?" He politely asks one more time.

You stop in front of him, setting your tray aside. "Steven, it's Wednesday. Eight o'clock. Book time." You smile at him sweetly. "Highlight of my week."

Steven's dark eyes shine with hope and intrigue. "Yeah?"

"Yes. I love our reading dates."

Inching closer, his hands fidget, gaze flickering away from yours before he clears his throat. "So...a date, then?"

"I don't know." You ease toward him, wishing one of you knew how to make an actual move. "Is it?"

The kettle's whistle grants you the reprieve neither of you were actually seeking.

Finally, you settle into to cozy chairs in your living area. Sometimes you read together at Steven's Library - your affectionate nickname for his flat. But typically, your place is more organized and calm. That, and Steven loves your oversized twin chairs.

Since he picked the tea, you would pick the music. Then you grab your current books and settle in. You cozy up with your dark purple cable knit blanket, draped over the back of your chair. Steven tucks his "reading pillow" close to his chest - a mushroom shaped pillow he finds particularly amusing and very you.

Then comes the best part - the most distracting, delicious part of reading date night: when Steven reaches for his glasses. It's a procedure you have memorized. First, he tosses his curls away from where they fall over his eyes. Then he puts them on, biting his bottom lip, before stealing a glance at you.

Busted. Every time.

Your cheeks heat as your eyes dart back to the book you haven't really started reading. Steven opens his book, clears his throat, shifts in his seat and you glance over every time his finger reaches to turn the page. You notice every twitch of his jaw, every time his corded neck bobs when he swallows, every curl that tumbles across his forehead.

It suddenly occurs to you that not only do you have a crush on your neighbor, you're actually quite smitten.

"You alright, love?" His eyes meet yours before he nods down to your book. "Don't think you've read a thing."

"Oh...could you read out loud?" You quickly recover, closing your book and shrugging helplessly. "Must be going cross-eyed from reading those recipes."

"'Course I can." He beams. Steven likes to read to you, and you find the sound of his voice equally thrilling and calming.

Scooting his chair closer to you, he sets aside the mushroom pillow and moves his book into a good position for you both to see. Then he proceeds to make his non-fiction historical perspective sound like a Grimm's fairy tale.

You reach for your tea, realizing you should have brewed something herbal and calming because your heart flutters every time his arm brushes yours when he turns the page. The cadence of his voice lulls you under a spell somehow.

Placing your tea back down, you resist the urge to lay your head on his shoulder or something equally embarrassing, but you want to somehow be closer to him, so you reach for the page next time he needs to turn it.

"I'll help," you whisper as your hands clumsily brush.

Steven almost drops the book, but quickly recovers, covering your hand with his own. "This alright?" Warm brown eyes lock onto yours.

You quickly nod, fighting your nervousness and squeezing his hand to let him know how badly you want this.

Eyes still fixed on yours, he pulls your joined hands to his chest, smiling at you adoringly. He raises the book to continue reading as you bring your opposite hand up to help him hold it in place.

Eventually your head does make its way down onto his shoulder.

You don't know what to say and maybe he doesn't either. But he's holding your hand and you're thankful for that.

Fall Fluff Masterlist | Steven Masterlist | Main Masterlist

[forever-rogue]

you know that hand thing joel does sometimes? please please please write something with reader aka joel’s girl™️ noticing he shakes his hand that way when he’s anxious/nervous/upset so she grabs it and squeezes to show him she’s there. He didn’t even realize it was a tell of his but it’s just another way she shows how attentive she is and how much she loves him which obviously makes his heart go all brrrrr 🥰🥰🥰

AN | Yes! I think about this way too much 🥺 

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Joel Miller had been a tough nut to crack. So closed off and reserved when it came to anyone but Tommy or Ellie, but you’d managed to worm your way into his heart. You’d managed to bring down his walls over time, bit by little bit.

That’s how you realized that he had a tell for when he was anxious or nervous. It hadn’t taken long to notice the way he often flexed his hand when he was feeling out of his element. It was easy to pick out from how often you found yourself watching him, studying him as though he was a you wanted to ace. In a way you did, you wanted to know him in every which way, wanted to know every facet of his being, no matter how much time and patience it took. He was worth it, he was your heart. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You hadn’t fully told him that you were onto his little tell but you tried to tell him it’s okay, I’m here whenever you saw that signature little hand squeeze. 

Whether it was in the middle of a conversation or something that was happening around him, you tried to reach for his hand as quickly as possible. The good thing was that ever since he accepted how much he craved the sheer intimacy of your touch, he loved holding your hand. In the beginning it had often been you reaching for his hand, but now it was an equal dance. 

But right now, as you watched him speaking with Steven, one of the men that he often went on patrol with, you could see it was something serious. You excused yourself from where you were working with Maria, promising you’d be back shortly, and went over to Joel. He barely heard you walk up, but as soon as he felt your hand reaching for his, he visibly relaxed and leaned towards your soft body. 

The effect the simple gesture had on him was palpable. You didn’t even interrupt or add anything to the conversation, you just remained at his side, brushing your thumb soothingly along his skin. It was strange in some ways, to think that this man could get as anxious as you did. But then again, he was only human after all. 

When he was done speaking to Steven, you turned to you with a gentle expression on his face. He brought his hand to your face and brushed his knuckles along your cheek. You turned your face ever so slightly and pressed a kiss to palm before leaning in to kiss him, sweet and saccharine. 

“Thank you,” he whispered as you looked at him innocently, “you came just in time.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you insisted softly, “I saw you and couldn’t help myself. I’ll take any opportunity to see you.”

He hummed in content before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in for a hug. It felt so good - warm and familiar - just like home. He felt him kiss the side of your head before whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you beamed at him with a shy smile, “I better get back to helping Maria before she kills me. Lots to do today. I’ll see you later, love.”

“See you later baby,” you couldn’t help but give him one more kiss before stepping away. You gave him a little wave before running off to Maria; he was grinning at you the entire time.

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You were lying next to Joel, your head on his bare chest as you listened to the steady beating of his heart. You had an arm draped around his middle and reached for his free hand and laced your fingers together. It was such a subconscious thing that you didn’t even realize you were doing most of the time. He had an arm wrapped around you, aimlessly tracing the bare skin of your back. 

If it was possible, you would have stayed like this forever, but for now you would take as much as you could get it.

“What’re you thinking about?” he must have been some kind of mind reader, because he always knew exactly when you had something on your mind, “tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

You laughed lightly, a sound that always went straight to his heart every time. You shifted out of his arm and laid on your stomach so you could face him, resting your chin in your hands. Joel huffed softly in amusement as he gently brushed the hair out of your face, “it’s nothing importantly - really. Just observations.”

��Tell me your observations then,” he leaned back against the pillow and you couldn’t help but want to crawl into his lap, “if you want to share.”

“I do,” you promised, “there’s no one I want to share more with than you.”

“So…”

“I was just thinking about your little tell,” you said softly, “it’s just something I’ve noticed s’all.”

“My tell?” he raised an eyebrow, clearly not picking up on what you were trying to say, “what do you mean?”

“Your tell,” you repeated, reaching for his hand, “it’s how I know when you’re getting nervous or anxious. You do this thing with your hand - it’s like a squeezy flexy thing.”

“Huh,” he mused for a moment, and you feared for an instant that you might have overstepped. But then he chuckled and looked at his hand, “I guess you’re right. I never thought someone else would pick up on it. I didn’t even really think about it.”

“It’s not really anything,” you said softly, “I like watching you and it’s something I’ve picked up on. I like watching people, studying them. And you, Joel Miller, are my favorite subject.”

He quieted for a moment before smiling in that soft, lazy way he did when he was most comfortable and content. He trailed his fingers along your jaw, studying you in return, "yeah?"

"Mhmm," you took his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

"C'mere," he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and gently pulled you towards his lap. You shifted so you could sit on top of his legs, face to face with him, "I like watching you too. You have a lot of tells of your own, you know."

"Oh?" Your nose crinkled in surprise as he held onto your hips, his thumbs brushing over your bare skin, "what are they?"

"When you're mad or upset, you always hum under your breath. When you're nervous or uncomfortable, you make silly jokes when they're not relevant to the conversation," you couldn't deny that both those things were true. It still made your cheeks warm up when you realized just how closely he must watch you too, "and you always get this little smile on your face when you cum. It's a dead giveaway every time."

"Joel! I-"

"It's true," his hands were already roaming your skin now, "don't even deny it. It's sexy. I'll have to show you."

"How would you…" you followed his gaze and saw that it landed on the big mirror on the opposite wall, "oh."

"Will you let me show you?" He leaned in and nudged his nose against yours, lips ghosting over yours. And just who were you to deny him?

"Yes."

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Ever since you’d pointed out his little quirk, he started reaching out for you whenever felt himself grow anxious, nervous, or upset. Just as he had reached out to you before, he found it becoming even more of a conscious thing. He liked that you were able to read him so well; it was such an intimate and sacred thing. Sometimes he had no idea what he would do without you. 

Luckily he’d never have to find out.

“Ellie,” his tone was somewhere between angry and annoyed as he looked at her. She looked back at him with wide eyes, preparing for the worst. You’d been in the kitchen making dinner but stopped and peeked into the living room when you heard Joel raise his voice, “what were you thinking?!”

You wiped your hands on the rag and walked over to them, already looking for the telltale sign of his nerves. Sure enough, there was his hand flexing subconsciously. You huffed lightly before walking over to him and immediately reaching for his hand to take it in yours and give it a gentle squeeze, “Joel, honey, it’s okay.”

“She could have gotten hurt,” he looked between you and Ellie and you could instantly tell that his anger was out of concern and love, “do you know what your daughter did?”

“Ellie?”

“I went out with Dina,” she confessed, her eyes looking anywhere but at you or Joel, cheeks growing pink, “we went out beyond the border.”

“And didn’t tell anyone.”

“And didn’t tell anyone,” she swallowed thickly, casting a quick glance at you, “we just wanted to go out for a little while - we came right back!”

“Oh Ellie,” you squeezed Joel’s hand as you tried to keep your voice even, “baby, that’s dangerous, you know it is. If you’re going to do something reckless, at least tell one of us. Please.”

“Or don’t do anything reckless,” Joel felt his annoyance dissipating as he looked between his girls.

“Yeah, or that,” you agreed, “okay?”

“Okay,” she eased up as she took a step closer, “Dina wanted to go and I-I didn’t want to say no.”

“That’s what happens when you like somebody,” you let go of Joel’s hand so you could squish her in a tight hug, “and that’s fine, just don’t lose your head.”

“Okay,” she looked relieved as she hugged you back, whether it was the fact that you weren’t yelling or the fact that her little not so well kept secret didn’t bother you, “I’m sorry. Sorry, Joel.”

His hands were on his hips but he wasn’t mad. Not really. He just wanted to know she was safe, “‘s okay, baby girl. Just be careful, please.”

“I will,” she let go of you and went over to hug, hugging him just as tightly as she buried her face into his chest, “are you still mad at me?”

“No,” he replied with a trademark sigh as he hugged the girl back, “I wasn’t….just worried.”

“You were a little at least,” she insisted, “I could tell. You did your little hand thing.”

“Little hand thing - oh? How did you know?” his expression was incredulous as she laughed and exchanged a look with you, “did you tell her?”

“I did not,” you promised, holding up a few fingers as a scout promise, “that was all her. Maybe you’re not as subtle as you think you are. Or maybe we just love you and notice these things about you.”

“Hmm,” he shook his head in amusement, “the both of you are something else.”

“Yeah, but you’re stuck with us…so.”

“So…” he teased as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. 

“Say it back,” Ellie raised an eyebrow as Joel snorted. He knew exactly what she meant, “say it!”

“I don’t know…”

“Joel!”

“Fine,” he held his hands up in mock surrender as he kissed the side of your head and did the same to Ellie, “I love you both.”

“There we go,” you grinned at him, “Ellie, go wash up for dinner. And you, sir, can help me finish.”

Ellie grinned as she ran upstairs and you turned back to Joel, “am I really that obvious?”

“Terribly so,” you grinned, “hate to break it to you.”

“Hmm, I’m sure,” he ushered you further until the kitchen until your back was against the counter and you were in his hold, “I love you, you know.”

“I love you too, you know.”

[justmeinadaze]

My Little Man Part 2 (Steddie X You)(Part of the HFOD and SS AU)

A/N: Took awhile to get through this because it made me feel things lol but I'm excited for the next chapter because I know what I want to do smut wise which will involve some slight role-play. ;).

Warning: Demon Steddie/ Human Fem Y/N, Smut but light, dirty talk, FLUFF, they love each other and their son. ANGST ABOUND!

Fall out from the last chapter, boys fight about it, Y/N suggests they go back to a certain realm to deal with certain things, details of both demons abuse is expanded on including Eddie's dad being physically violent and Steve's father being verbally a dick (so child abuse trigger for sure), Mentions of sick parents (I never gave either of her parents a diagnoses nor did I give them specific systems that allude to anything), mentions of talking care of a sick parent. I think that's it.

Word Count: 5131

First 2 Series and Last Chapter Here/ Donate to Me :)

Eddie growls as you fall through the portal, swatting away the other demon’s hands as he bends down to try and help you to your feet. 

“Where are we?”

“Oblivion.”, Steve whispers as he backs away from you both. 

“Why would a realm like this even exist?”

“It’s not uncommon to have ‘dead’ realms. This one is just most known because of its strength.”

“Strength?”

“If all realms collapsed, this is the only one that would remain standing.”

You jumped at the sound of Eddie’s wings expanding as he flew forward and tackled Steve off his feet, watching as they rolled onto the floor and began to wrestle. Neither demon said a thing as they delivered blow after blow occasionally flying over your head before falling to the ground. 

After a while, you found yourself getting annoyed as nothing was progressing. You understand this may be how they handled things back home but even you knew Eddie was so angry that this wouldn’t be enough for him. 

“Is this what you two are going to do the whole time?!”, you shouted in the air towards them. “Or are you going to actually talk to each other!?!”

Steve hit the ground by your feet rolling to a stop as the other demon glided to the ground charging towards him. Placing yourself between them, you blocked his path. 

“You were supposed to stay behind.”

“Why? So you guys could handle this alone?! I’m not mad at him for what he did in his dream. Why are you?!”

Eddie grunted in fury as his eyes glowed while you spoke. 

“HE didn’t know it was a dream! HE thought it was real and that’s how he acted!! He let his father get the fucking best of him and then tried to FUCKING KILL ME before stabbing you which I haven’t forgotten, Y/N. What the fuck were YOU thinking?!”

“I was thinking you needed me and he would fucking die if anything ever happened to you! You aren’t just his partner, Edward. You’re his best friend! You’ve known him for over 4,000 years! You’ve known me for about a year and a half. It’s not the same…”

“What?! So, you’re fucking expendable?! Is that what you’re telling me right now, Y/N?! Then why the fuck did we risk our lives and sanity to get you that fucking potion?!”

“Calm down, Eddie.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, little girl.”

You both stared each other down as Steve slowly rose to his feet and placed himself in front of you.

“Go ahead.”, he panted. “Let’s keep going. Please.” The other demon glances him over growling again as he places his hands on his hips and turns away. “No! You’re right. I deserve it. I fucked up. I was blinded with trying to find Ellis, I wasn’t thinking.”

He started to cry and your heart broke as he continued to try to get Eddie to fight him. 

“Come on, baby, PLEASE! Do it!”, Steve shouted as he shoved him trying to instigate. “Come on! I deserve it! Like Mirage said, I wasn’t raised to do anything else but fight! This was bound to happen. I was bound to fucking hurt one of you!”

“Fuck me! I’m so FUCKING TIRED of hearing her fucking name! She’s gone, Steven! Mirage isn’t here. She’s fucking miserable in her own realm! Now can we let that be a part of our past and move on!”

“It’s not just her, Edward! This is all I know. Fighting and war. How am I supposed to be a father and fucking husband without becoming my dad!”

“Boyfriend.”

“What?”

“You said husband. Even though I’d marry you both in a heartbeat…we’re not.”, you sigh. 

Both men exhale heavily while Eddie crosses his arms. 

“By your logic, Steve, that means I can’t be a father or partner without becoming MY dad.”

Growling yourself, you step forward and punch them both in their arms. 

“That’s it! Steven, take us back to Espejismo.”

“What, why?”

“Don’t argue just fucking do it!”

“Wh-what about Ellis?”

“He’s asleep and he won’t be hungry for another four hours. Now, take us to Mirage.”

“Y/N, you’re in your pajamas—”

Your angry eyes cut him off as he hastily steps forward and does what you command. 

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As soon as you three step through, you are met with sunshine and people walking around the market you had appeared in. 

“Hey there, Y/N.”, a little girl grins up at you. “It’s nice to see you again. No one ever comes back to visit me.”

“Hm. I wonder why. Cut the bullshit. We need to talk.”

The world around you abruptly disappears as Mirage comes forward and scans you over with her hazel eyes. 

“That’s not usually something I do, baby. You three passed your test but I’m not going to lie after what I’m seeing I’m second guessing my choice. I was under the impression that you were stronger than the woman you used to be.”

“I am.”

“Then why are you here? Edward is right. Steven thought it was a reality and killed you.”

“If you can see what happened you should also be able to see part of that is because of what you put them through. We still have nightmares about what we saw. They deserve to see… see what the other is afraid of.”

Mirage thinks for a moment as he eyes glance towards them and back to you. 

“Tell them the truth and I’ll do what you ask.”

Turning to face them, their worried eyes meet yours. 

“I forgot we were in a dream. Like Steven, in that moment, I thought it was real. If it had been…I would have made the same choice. Out of the four of us, yes Edward, I feel like I’m the most expendable.”

Their eyes glow in anger as you swivel back towards the other woman who nods her head and gestures at the door to your side. 

“You can see things but like with what you saw with their memories you can’t interact.”

“Thank you.”, you mumble as you push through and they follow.

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“Fantastic. Back in this fucking hell hole. I’m really glad we came back to this realm, guys.”, Eddie growls sarcastically as you three find yourselves in his childhood home. 

“What’s your plan, Y/N? Why did you want to show us this?”, Steve asks.

“Not him. You.”

The sound of small sniffles catches the demon’s attention as he heads towards the sound, sighing at the sight of a child Eddie sitting on his bed with tears in his eyes as he stares at a photo of him and his mother. 

“EDWARD?!”

Quickly the tiny demon shoves the picture under his bed and rises to his feet.

 Steve is just now realizing he’s in a suit and so is his father as he stomps into the room. 

“What are you doing in here?!”

“Leave the boy alone, Allen. He just lost his mother.”, Wayne pleads, trying to intervene without making things worse. 

“Yeah. Now he doesn’t have someone here to fucking baby him. Come on, you little brat.”

As his dad pushes him down the hall, Steve tries to follow but is cut off by an older Eddie who tries to head for the door but is stopped when a glass bottle is thrown against the wall near his body.

“Wow, you missed. Were you aiming for me?”

“Always so fucking mouthy. Where are you going?”

“I’m going to Wayne’s. Is that a problem?”

“Hm. So he can show you another stupid fucking guitar? Pfft, I never understood why your mom was into that.”

“Well, mom was into a lot of things I don’t understand.”, he said sarcastically as he sized his father up. 

A slow chuckle left him before his father swung and Eddie hit the floor. 

Steve stepped forward with a loud growl prepared to defend the man he loved but the images in front of him vanished until he heard coughing and turned to find him bloodied on the floor. He watched as Allen stepped over him, grabbing his jacket, and leaving the house without so much as a goodbye. 

Eddie panted as he pushed himself up and leaned against the wall, spitting blood towards the door his father left through. 

The demon wanted to hold him, collect him in his arms and tell him everything would be ok, but all he could do was look as the vision of the other demon dried the tears that threatened to fall and forced himself to his feet.

“T-That’s who you’re afraid you’re going to become? You genuinely believe you could do something like THIS to us or our son?”

Eddie’s jaw tightened as he ignored Steve’s question, choosing to exit through the front door hoping it would take him anywhere else. To his surprise, it does. 

As you and Steve follow, the long-haired demon realizes you guys are back in the other demon’s childhood home. The sound of metal clanking caught everyone’s attention until you found yourselves in what must have been a training room on the other side of his home. 

Steve looked like he was in his early teens dressed in ill-fitting armor as his father came at him with full force, swinging his sword violently in his direction. 

“Come. On. STEVEN! What did I say?! No one is going to go easy on you out in the field. Do you want to die?!”

“NO! I’m just exhausted. Can we take a break?”

“Do you think there are breaks in war, son?! No!” 

The young demon hastily blocked his father’s sword as it came down from above and they maneuvered across the room. His feet suddenly gave out as he fell to the ground and even Eddie rushed towards him to stop the blade as it hit the floor just inches from Steve’s face.

“Congratulations, you are now dead. You failed me, your men, and broke your mother’s heart. Your wife is somewhere crying and mourning your death and your children will grow up to be just as pathetic as you.”, Bill sighed in annoyance as he tossed his weapon to the ground and exited the room. 

Eddie’s heart broke as he watched an angry Steve tear off pieces of his armor and throw them to the side as he tried to control his tears. 

The setting around you changed as his mother followed after a much older version of his dad. 

“Bill, we have to find him! It’s been over 50 years and I MISS MY SON!”

His father grabbed her wrist and shoved her into a nearby chair. 

“When will you get this through your head? We have no son! The kid we raised killed a fellow solider and deserted with a murderer. Not just any murderer, Janet! Edward Munson slaughtered our princess! Forget about him and move on! He deserves whatever hell he’s enduring.”

Steve’s head hung at his father’s words and you comfortingly reached out to rub his back.

The images around you three faded and you were surrounded by emptiness again. 

“He was so convincing, Edward. In my dreams, he sounds just like that. He said Ellis would die because he hasn’t been trained yet but I have. I have the training to save him.”

“No, Steven, you don’t.”

Even your head tilted at Eddie’s comment before he continued. 

“He was training you to be like him and failed. Thank fucking God. This isn’t you. You told me so many stories but actually seeing it… you have never been capable of being a dick like him. You need to stop letting him win.”

“Me? What about you? You think you could ever do that to Y/N or Ellis? Edward, you literally don’t have it in you. Trust me, that kid is so much like you, full of humor and heart. He could never hurt anyone and neither could you. Not like that. 

You and Mirage grin as they practically run to each other, cupping the other’s face as they kiss.

“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to be better and stop letting my emotions take over when I’m upset. I promise I’ll stop shutting you two out. I love you both so much.”

“What about you, Y/N?”, Mirage asks. 

“What about me?”

“Oh, ok. So, you aren’t going to tell them why you think you’re the expendable one?” She shakes her head as you ignore her. “You came to me for help, honey, and I’m going to help.”

“No, Mirage, don’t--!” 

The atmosphere shifts and suddenly you’re in a hospital hallway. Your dad cuts between your demon’s and they hastily turn to follow. 

“Hey Jackie. How are things today?”, your father asks the nurse who was watching over an adolescent you as you laid in the hospital bed with your arm wrapped around your mom who was sleeping soundly. 

“She had a rough day today. Of course, she tried to hide it behind jokes and trying to get the staff to stand on their toes but…” They both chuckle softly as she pats your dad’s shoulder. “Y/N fell asleep about an hour ago. She was trying to help her with her math homework but a coughing fit got in the way.”

“Thank you…for everything.”

The images blur till you’re back home and the demons watch as a 16-year-old you sobs on the couch. 

“Baby, everything’s going to be ok.”

“No, dad! No it’s not! How can everything be ok when you’re fucking sick to!?”

Your father wraps his arms around you as he tries to calm you. 

“I’m sure it IS fine. This is just a diagnosis, honey. I’ve been pretty healthy and they have so many treatments available. I’m…I’ll be here for a long time.”

An 18-year-old version of you sits outside your high school against the wall on the last day, flipping through a paper you got an A on. 

“I still think you should submit that to a contest or something.”, your English teacher grins as she comes up to your side and sits beside you.

“Naw. No point really.”

“Why not?”

“I just got hired at the clothing store in the mall. Between that and taking care of my dad, I won’t have time to submit or make any edits. Even if I do win, I can’t go to the award ceremony out of state.”

“So, you’re just not going to be a writer anymore?”

You shrug.

“Life has different plans for me, I guess. It’s fine. I have my dad so…”

“I think your parents would want you to be happy.”

Smiling, you rise to your feet as you grab your bag. 

“Um, thank you for teaching me, Mrs. Garett. I learned a lot from you over these last four years.”

As your image pushes past them, someone follows close behind as the demons realize they’re now outside the mall you used to work at. 

“Fuck you! Don’t fucking touch me!”

“Look, will you wait a second!?”, the boy shouts as he continues to try and buckle his pants. “I’m sorry, ok?! I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

“Oh so when WOULD have been the right time to tell me you’re fucking one of my coworkers?! I’m surprised I haven’t caught you yet if your both just being so out in the open with it!”

“So am I since it’s not the first time Carol and I have fucked in the break room!” Steve’s eyes glow in anger as he steps towards you both but Eddie stops him placing a hand on his chest. “You’re never around! You’re always either working crazy hours or…”

“Or what? Taking care of my sick dad? You’re right. I’m such a monster! Fuck me.”

The boy sighs, placing his hands on his hips.

“I’m sorry, babe. I just—”

“Just go. Just fucking leave…like everyone else.”, your voice cracks as you turn away from him. 

As the sound of his shoes gradually disappear, you let out a loud scream into the Hawkins night sky before wiping away your tears, straightening your uniform, and heading back into the mall to finish your shift. 

Everything falls away as they turn to meet your frustrated face as you tightly fold your arms around your body. 

“Tell them.”, Mirage encourages.

“Fuck you.”

“Tell us, Y/N.”, Eddie insists.

You shrug as the tears start to flow. 

“You saw it. Both your dads were fuckers who hurt you both. Edward, you lost your mom and Chrissy. Steven, I felt how bad Nancy hurt you. Then you were so terrified something happened to Eddie and it killed you because you felt like now with the princess gone you were losing all your friends. You kept an extra close eye on Robin until you got a lead and went with Jason to find him. You both were banished and then cursed to that stupid fucking stone for…3000…years…”

“My dad lost the woman he loved. He always said he was fine and that she gave him ‘the best gift’ he could ask for but I saw it. I saw how much it destroyed him. And how was he repaid for his pain?! He got sick to. You both deserve to be happy. You were together and in love way before you ever met me. You deserve to be together in peace and be the fathers you never got.”

Both demons stared at you as they listened to you speak with wide eyes as they absorbed what you were saying. 

“Am I the only one who hasn’t lost their fucking mind?”, Eddie growls. “Are you going to stand there and tell me you’re the most expendable because you think you haven’t suffered as much as we have?”

“Even if that were true and let’s be fucking clear here it’s not.”, Steve rumbled in anger. “After what I just saw, Y/N…that’s a lot for one human to deal with. You carried the world on your shoulders way before we even came along.”

“It wasn’t that bad—”

“Y/N! It was fucking terrible! How can you not see… FUCK!”

“You lost your parents just like we did and you were trapped to. Maybe not in a stone but in Hawkins serving people who really didn’t give a damn except your dad. Like you with us, he saved you, sweetheart, and this is how you’re going to repay him? By throwing away your life if the opportunity arose?!”

“Excuse me.” The three of you swivel around to glare at Mirage, completely forgetting she was even there. “I don’t usually do this kind of thing but to be fair no one ever comes back here so…I’d like to show you something.”

After she disappears, you three find yourself in a huge, two-story house you had never been to before. As you walk down the hallway, you pass a bedroom covered from head to toe in band posters and clothes thrown everywhere. There was a stereo playing a song you didn’t recognize and a guitar not too far from it’s side. 

Suddenly, a boy’s voice fills your ears as he appears from his closet with his back to you as he slides on his leather jacket and hastily strolls to the mirror. His long wavy hair barely covers his horns but they still aren’t as big as Eddie’s or Steve’s. He had a bit of a lanky frame but you could tell he was strong as his muscles just barely peaked through the band shirt he was wearing with his slightly too big jeans.

“In the car, I just can't wait To pick you up on our very first date Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?”

Your eyelids flutter at the sound of his voice as he sings and tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You’d know that sound anywhere. 

“Ellis.”

“Ellis! Hurry up, baby, or you’re gonna be late for school!”

“I’m coming, mom! Give me a minute!”

“Can you please grab your sister to?! Thank you!”

“Yeah, yeah.”, he grins.

“He still has your smile, Steven.”, Eddie marveled.

Both demons moved aside as their son passed them into the hallway with you in tow, pausing outside another bedroom. 

“Hey, Dell. Are you ready? Mom’s calling for you.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to go.”

“Oh, you whiner. You’ll be fine, come on. One more semester and then you’ll be in high school.”

“But you won’t be there.”

“I know. Won’t it be great!”

“No.”, the girl whines. 

“Hey, you know you’re my best friend right? Wherever I go it won’t be far.”

She smiles as he pulls her into his embrace while you watch their exchange. This young lady’s room was fairly simple with pictures scattered above a desk in the corner with her and her friends. There appeared to be fencing trophies lining her shelf that Steve picked up to examine. 

“Fencing is sword fighting, right?” The demon breathily chuckles when you nod. “This thing here says she got first place in a league of some kind.”

“It looks like she’s into stones and auras like you.”, Eddie adds as he gestures towards her bedside table at the books and candles surrounding the lamp. 

As they looked around the room, you were looking at them, your children. Unlike her brother, he horns were much smaller and you could just vaguely make out the shape of small wings folded under her tank top. The brown hair on her head was the same as Steve’s but with your style as it rested just above her shoulders. Just like Ellis, however, her eyes and voice were a mix of human and demon.

“Guys! Let’s a get a move on!”

The three of you followed them down the stairs but paused in different places. You entered the living room and took in the photos around you. There were so many of 5 smiling faces that had your heart soaring. It seems you and your demons took them everywhere from Disneyland to Paris showing them the world. Some images were of your kids with Robin and Wayne as well as a million pictures of your children hanging out with Dustin’s in their realm. 

Steve and Eddie watched you as you effortlessly maneuvered around the kitchen, sliding breakfast in front of them as you continued to make lunches and get ready for the day. 

“Steven, she has a scar on her neck.”, the other demon murmured hoping you wouldn’t overhear as he pointed the area. “It looks old and faded but it’s not one she has now.”

A portal opening interrupts them as Steve steps through. 

“Kids. Wife.”, he greets making you giggle. 

“Holy shit, she does have a ring on her finger.”, the demon breathes as you search for a photo of the event to find none. 

“How’s Robin and Jonathan?”

“She’s good. We just did a quick patrol to make sure everything’s ok and went over some information. Nancy should be back tomorrow from the realm she was visiting with more intel so…” He grinned as he leaned down to give you a kiss. 

“Am I a fucking demon slayer now?”

“I mean, you do seem happier.”, Eddie beams. “And you look fucking sexy.”

The sound of feet catches everyone’s attention as the metalhead himself runs down the stairs. 

“Shit. I’m late.”

“Hi, daddy.”

“Hi, daddy.”, Ellis mimics making her pout as she smacks her brother’s shoulder. 

With a smile and a hastened pace, he leans down to kiss his daughter and son before overdramatically placing a kiss on you and Steve’s lips with loud MUAH noises that follow. 

“Love you, family, see you tonight!”, he shouts as he slings his guitar over his shoulder and runs out the door. 

“I’m done, mom.”, your youngest announces as she passes her plate to you. 

“Delilah Munson-Harrington, you didn’t even finish everything! You’re going to be hungry.”

At the name, your heart shatters as you start to cry. 

“Mom, oh my god. I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll make her eat a snack or something, mom, I promise.”, Ellis declares as he passes you his empty plate and they grab the lunches you made them. “Are you driving us, dad?”

“Yeah of course.”

Red light shimmers as they all change into their human form and run out the door. 

Mirage grins softly as she places herself beside you and comfortingly rubs your back with her palm. 

“They suggested naming her after your mother, Y/N. Both kids are exceptionally bright and resourceful. They love Hawkins but also their father’s realm. They can float between both without any pain and they love you three very much. You don’t want to see a world without you, sweetie.”

Steve is the first to step forward as his fingers caressed your cheek and wiped away the tears that stained your face. 

“I’m sorry.”, you whisper. 

“Y/N, you don’t have to be that martyr anymore. You saved the world, you saved us… you always used to say, ‘no matter what happens as long as we’re together we’ll be ok.’ I still believe that, honey. I’m so sorry I didn’t talk to you either about what was going on. It will never happen again, I promise. Jesus, that image of you with my sword…hurting you…I’d do anything to make sure that never becomes a reality.” 

“You’re not and never have been expendable, sweetheart. You mean so much to so many beings… even ones that aren’t here anymore.”, Eddie softly smiled as he came up beside you. “You’re a part of us, babe. We love you so much.”

You tackled your arms around him as Steve did the same. 

“Oh, oh ok, now. That’s enough touching and love in my realm. Go do that in your own.”, Mirage jokes as she flaps her hands towards you three in shooing motion. “Please, um, feel free to stop by again. I don’t usually get repeats.”

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As you enter your home, you quickly run to check on Ellis to find him still asleep and you can’t help but smile as you pet his tiny head. 

When you entered your bedroom again, you found Eddie pinning Steve’s wrists to the mattress as they passionately exchanged kisses. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve taken control and kept you in line, huh, baby?”

“I’m sorry, honey.”, he panted as his lips chased the other demon’s. “I love you.”

Swiftly flipping onto his back, the long-haired demon grinned as he motioned for you to join them. 

“Still asleep?”

“Fast asleep.”, you beam. 

“Good.” Craning his neck, his lips tenderly kissed your own before he groaned against them as Steve took his cock into his mouth and sloppily bobbed his head as spit fell from his mouth. “Fuck, that’s it, Steven.”

Taking a hold of his hair, he held the boy still as he fucked up in him, relishing the sound of his gags as his throat constricted around him. 

“Good boy.”, the demon grunted before bringing his lips back to his own and pushing him onto his back once more. Holding his legs open wide, Eddie guided himself into the demon beneath him as they both rumbled a soft growl from their chest. “Good…boy…”

“P-Please. Harder, baby. Fuck.” The long-haired demon leaned his chest against Steve’s and passionately kissed him as he rolled his hips roughly into his own. “Just like that. I love you s-so much. I’m so sorry.”

The demon underneath him whined when he pushed back up onto his knees and stopped moving but quickly silenced himself when he realized his partner was tugging you on top of him. 

When you lowered yourself onto his leaking cock, Steve’s back arched as whimpered at the feeling. 

“Fuck!”

Your hand hastily covered his mouth as you both continued your steady rhythm. 

“Shhhh, baby. You can’t wake up Ellis.” His strong arms wrapped around you and held you against him as you ground your waist down against his. “I love you both so much.”

“Love y-you, honey. Oh my god. I missed the way your pussy felt.”

A sweat covered forehead leaned against your back and you groaned as you felt him murmur against your skin. 

“Fuck…fucking can’t stop thinking a-about you as our wife… Ours, sweetheart. Claimed. Mmph…

“I’d-I’d marry you both. I’ll always be yours. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Steve’s fingers tangled tightly in your hair, clinging tightly to you as your body trembled and the coil snapped. As both demons filled you with their release, neither let you go as you fell to your sides. 

The sound of cooing makes you three giggle as Steve announces he’ll grab “the little monster”.

“Y/N, what if…we could get married?”

“I told you, Eddie. I’d say yes and marry you both in an instant.”, you grin as you roll over and cuddle up into his chest. 

“I’m serious, sweetheart.”

His tone causes you to sit up and he does the same as his eyes meet your own.

“What are you trying to tell me, Edward?”

Steve reenters the room with a big smile and an equally happy baby as Ellis beams down at you both.

“I did some research a long time ago in our realm when Chrissy and I were together. I wanted to know the rules when it came to royalty and peasants like me. I remember reading something about how you could be married up to two people.”

You and the other demon exchanged a look as he continued.

“I don’t know how it would all work though because I would assume it would be between three demons and you’re a human. Add in that back in that time there was some backwards rules on men marry men and vise versa. I’m not sure how that would be now either…”

“Eddie? Are you asking us to marry you?”, you ask in a lighthearted tone that makes him blush and roll his eyes. 

“I mean yeah kind of I guess. I’m just asking if the option is available would you…would you want to?”

“Baby, I went through a trial with a witch or goddess or whatever to get a potion that would keep me alive and with you both as long as you both shall live. I would gladly do it again to marry you.”, you smile as you tilt towards him to kiss his cheek. “Both of you.”

“Me to.”, Steve confirms, grabbing the demon’s cheeks in his fingers and bringing his lips to his own. “You’re really adorable when you’re nervous.”

“Pfft, shut up.”, Eddie jokes as he reaches for his son who giggles and falls into his arms. “And you’ll be our best little man.”

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTP

Slytherin

Chaotic Neutral

Aries Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Everyone knew Randall was an asshole from the get-go. Loud-mouthed, aggressive, and does not play well with others.

・He rubbed people the wrong way, his defense was up 24/7. The dude was a pure menace.

・But everyone reacts differently to this town. There were so many questions and hardly any questions. Could an individual's personality be turned up? Maybe.

・So you decided to give him a chance.

・Knocking on the bus' door, a shout came from inside ("Yeah, Yeah, I'm coming!")

・Swinging it open, he looked at you expectantly. It made your confidence waver.

"I ugh, I thought maybe I could show you around town? Ya know, since you've been in the bus for so long."

"Ugh, maybe another time..."

"Oh, okay," you couldn't lie - rejection still hurt, even in this purgatory of a town.

As you turned away, you heard Randall's voice.

"But um, maybe tomorrow?"

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you nodded.

・It took a while for him to warm up to you.

・And when you kissed for the first time; it freaKED HIM OUT.

・He emotionally pushed you away. Afraid of his feelings, of opening up, of caring and then having it all ripped away.

・But after two weeks, your feelings solidified for each other. And it was all because a monster nearly killed you.

・Randall's feelings came at him full blast once he realised you could have died. And if you have ever seen a protective boyfriend ... no you haven't. Not until Randall.

・He was by your bedside - even after you had fully healed. He wouldn't leave you alone.

"Oh, you do care-" you said playfully one morning. And Randall had a tear in his eye.

"You don't understand..." He said, quickly wiping it away, "I don't understand this place, fucked if I know how or when we'll go home. But ... you're mine now."

・His nicknames for you started out as your last name, and then he chose your eye colour. But after your relationship was officially he started calling you, 'babe', and mockingly: 'sweetpea,' 'honey buns.'

・Likes sharing his clothes with you (but NO ONE ELSE. Seriously.)

・You definitely do not call him Randall, when you do it makes him think he's in trouble.

・So you call him the most randomest, sickly-sweet nicknames; just trying to make him blush. He usually just rolls his eyes.

・He moved out of the bus and into the room you'd been staying in.

・Since the bar no longer had a shop keep, the two of you kind of took it over.

・Even if either of you don't like to drink alcohol, you somehow brighten up the place and people feel more welcome.

・Always kisses you goodmorning and goodnight. (He stays awake all night, checking and rechecking the monsters can't get in (they can't) but the thought of being caught asleep next to you, completely defenceless causes so much anxiety for him.)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Asshole To Everyone Except One Person (Randall) x Is That One Person, Will Never Admit That It Makes Them Feel Special (You)

“I care about you!” (You) x “You shouldn’t!” (Randall)

Thinks They're In Charge (Randall) x Is Actually In Charge (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Defying Expectations

Bickering and Banter

Mutual Growth and Empowerment

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Talk Show Host by Radiohead

Please Please Please Epic Version by Morgan Clae

Too Sweet by Hozier

[f3mme-f4tale]

.・✫・appaloosa bones・。.

appaloosa bones coming soon...

potential warnings: explicit language, sexual content, adult themes

pairing: farmhand!ellie x equestrian!reader

✎ summary: you're back at your high school job after graduating college, teaching young kids how to ride horses. it feels like a dead-end; a means to an end as you contemplate what to do for the rest of your life. enter ellie, the reserved farmhand who was hired in your absence. annoyed by your presence at first, ellie begins to forge a soft spot for the way you hum along to tunes stuck in your head and the way you furrow your eyebrows as you measure out supplements. caught between the comfort of familiarity and the allure of the unknown, you grapple with your budding feelings for ellie and the uncertainty of your future. yet, in ellie's presence, you find a sense of belonging and purpose you never knew you were searching for. (modern au based heavily off the songs "amsterdam" & "words" by gregory alan isakov)

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ playlist ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮

⭒ words by gregory alan isakov

⭒ amsterdam by gregory alan isakov

⭒ the joke by brandi carlile

⭒ fast car by tracy chapman 

⭒ don't think twice, it’s all right by joan baez

⭒ carmelita by linda ronstadt

⭒ lavender country by lavender country

⭒ plastic jesus by tia bla

⭒ me and bobby mcgee by janis joplin

⭒ sunny side of heaven by fleetwood mac

⭒ bad moon rising by creedence clearwater revival 

⭒ wild world by cat stevens

[total-dxmure]

✦ FLOWERS AND RIVALRY ➞ 【ELLIE WILLIAMS】

pairing: domestic!ellie williams x reader

summary: just some good ole’ neighborly rivalry.

warnings: ellie is just being adorable, you’re the best girlfriend in the world, this kinda shit is just a daily occurrence with her

a/n: just a lil somethin’ to keep you babies satiated while i'm working on chapter four of “marley and me”! enjoy :)

You watched as Ellie plucked a cigarette from her back pocket, her hands covered in dirt all the way up to her elbows. Buying a house was a lot of work- you knew that going in- but what you hadn’t expected was for your girlfriend to get so competitive about the upkeep.

“The neighbors across the street put in new flower boxes. . . did you see them? Anyway, I ran to Home Depot and picked up a few things.” Her definition of “few” and yours must be completely different, because the second that she opened up the bed of her truck you nearly laughed right in her face. Planks, bags full of supplies, and more flowers than you could even count were all shoved into the tight space. A few strands of her newly chopped hair were sticking to her brow with sweat. It was almost as though she could sense that you were about to say something, because she flashed you that wide smile of hers. Her freckles on full display in the early evening sun, green eyes blazing as she stared at you. You shut your mouth right up, only realizing how pussy whipped you were the second that you began jogging back into the house, already grabbing her an ice cold beer from the fridge.

So there you sat, legs stretched in front of you as you lounged in the rocking chair on the front porch. You would offer to help, but you were prone to clumsiness. While Ellie was good with fixing things, you were very good at breaking them.

She lit the cigarette, closing her lips around the filter and going straight back to work. Her arms and upper back glistened with sweat, cheeks flushed from the sun. You watched as she blew out a plume of smoke from her nose, utterly enchanted by her. She probably smelled of sweat, dirt, and sunscreen. . . but she was perfect.

The two of you were friends for years before making things official. The both of you had pined after one another for what felt like ages before she finally made a move. Maybe that was why the both of you were still so smitten after four years. You cracked a small smile before standing up, moving over to the top step of the porch so that you could grab the beer bottle, weighing it in your hands.

“I’ll go get you a fresh one.” And without her even having to say anything you breezed back into the house, eager to at least offer some sort of assistance.

You opened the fridge, pausing as you heard her voice sound from outside.

“-thought the front yard needed something.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the beer and twisting the cap off before sauntering back in the direction of the front porch. The wooden floors of your home creaked under your bare feet as you made your way towards the front door. The neighbor was standing in his yard, hands on his hips as he spoke. Ellie had stood up and moved away from her project, motioning towards what she was planning on making a large flower garden.

“The ole’ lady also wanted to plant some vegetables this year, so I’ll be working in the backyard tomorrow. You and your husband should come over once it’s all finished. You guys hosted dinner last time. It’s our turn.” Ellie told him matter of factly.

You schooled your face into neutrality, fighting off the urge to scoff at her statement. You had mentioned wanting to grow beans and peppers in passing almost a month ago. The neighbor- Steven- nodded his head, squinting his eyes against the blaring sun.

“Yeah, Yeah. Cole and I would love to come over. I remember you telling me about changing the tiles in your guest bath, and we wanted to come see.” He said, already moving back towards his front door.

Ellie was beaming with pride, the cigarette she had been smoking tucked between two dirty fingers. “Sounds like a plan.”

It was only once Steven was back in his home that Ellie turned to face you, eyes wide as she discreetly pointed in the direction of his house.

“Did you see that? He was practically boiling with jealousy. He told me last month that he was redoing the kitchen, and that smug look on his face-”

“I can’t believe you’re getting in a pissing competition with the sweet gay dads across the street.” You whispered, shaking your head in disapproval before handing her the beer.

“It wasn’t me! They started it!” She whisper-yelled, trailing after you like a wounded puppy.

[aliorsboxostuff]

MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. Please be aware that i write based on my current fixations. Fixations may vary in how much i want to write them so i’ll be ranking from the MOST interested to the LEAST interested but will write. Please be patient in waiting for your fics as i, sadly, have IRL work to worry about too! 

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut 

Platonic or Romantic relationships

Kid!reader (ONLY platonic-parental relationships)

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST!

Current immediate fixation:

HOUSE MD (Up to s2)

Gregory House 

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Lisa Cuddy

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

MORTAL KOMBAT 1

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Tomas Vrbada

Syzoth

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Boothill

Welt

Sampo

Gallagher

Dr. Ratio

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

Less interested (but will write) Fixations:

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands. 

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

[rowenasamuel]

hi! and welcome to liz's 12 days of ficmas 2024!

so last year i had a ton of fun writing 12 different prompts that were sent by you- i decided to change it up a bit this year and offer you some prompts to choose from since i have so many ideas and not enough time to write them! just send me a message with your choice of prompt from the list below and i'll dedicate the story to you on one of the 12 days of ficmas (december 14th - december 25th).

The prompts:

inspired by euguene by sufjan stevens [a jackson au tessjoel story about estrangement and growing together and lemon yogurt] - TAKEN

tess finding nina barrett’s (my town doctor oc) sister and brother-in-law while out on a raid and bringing them back to the settlement [subsequent nina angst, set within girls verse, still heavily tess/joel] - TAKEN

tessjoel the proposal au [tess is in need of a greencard when her canadian citizenship is revealed- joel, her overly loyal assistant, offers to marry her. their pretend relationship is tested when they head to his grandmother's 90th birthday party in cedar park, texas.] - TAKEN

the tlou2 dance scene, but in girls verse, and the subsequent fallout between tess x joel x ellie x and the girls - TAKEN

joel teaching ellie how to play 'seven nation army' on guitar, therefore ensuring tess will forever be annoyed since ellie Will Not Play Anything Else

tess and ben sibling backstory in the qz leading up to his murder [minor tessjoel] - TAKEN

beginnings of modern day au girls verse [tessjoelsarah in college] - TAKEN

tessjoel beauty and the beast au

abby deciding to infiltrate jackson and date ellie in order to ruin her life / kill joel [tess lives au, heavily tessjoel / tessjoelellie] - TAKEN

how joel finds moose in girls verse aka the millers get a dog

tylerkate + kate making tyler experience an nyc christmas - TAKEN

bathena + mistletoe - TAKEN

if you have any questions about any particular prompt and what it entails please feel free to message me to ask! if you want to claim a prompt just sent me a message or ask- just include the prompt number and your ao3 handle so i can gift it to you when i post! there's no number for how many you can claim, so feel free to take multiple if you so choose :)

i'm so excited to spend the holiday season with you all once again, it's my favorite time of the year!!

[cookiesupplier]

Hell Ain't So Bad - Part Three

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie) 

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut (eventually), angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, and swearing.

summary: Ellie is lost in the world. When the perfect opportunity falls into her lap, she doesn’t want to pass it up.. Turns out though, it might be a little bit stranger than she ever expected. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: Unbetaed, readers beware.. my messages and asks are always open.

tags: @spicywhenspeaking Tags are opens for those interested.

Sleeping in the empty room of the agency offices was weird, mostly because she would have assumed that so many people would come in and out of a place like this, that why would they have such an empty room. Ellie had never been to an agency that had seemed so quiet like this before, and she wasn’t just talking at the damn crack of dawn when she was startled awake. 

It took her a moment to realise why she woke up before she was uncurling her body from the lounge chair in the room that Steven had left her in last night along with some leftover sandwiches for dinner.

She wandered out to the foyer to find another man entirely, and he had a bright grin on his face,

“Oh, hello! You must be Ellie, the new recruit, sorry if I woke you, I’m a bit early but thought you could use something for breakfast before we head out.”

So he was here for her. That got her attention. Rubbing her eyes, she took a better look at him, he was clearly a bundle of energy, already almost bounding on the balls of his feet this early in the morning, a tray of coffees in one hand and a paper bag in the other,

“Come, let's eat.”

Shrugging one of his shoulders towards the chaired area for them to sit down.. She glanced back to the room she’d come from, before moving to follow him. It was just a small space. A couple chairs, a small table with a magazine that looked to be half falling apart. He set the tray and bag on the table over the magazine and took a couple of wraps out of the bag for them.

“Breakfast wraps, hope you don’t mind, how’d you sleep by the way? Those chairs can be a bit lumpy from what I remember.”

This guy was all smiles and such a bundle of energy.

“Oh-”

As she adjusted in the chair in the waiting area, this was actually more uncomfortable to her, and he asked her how she slept, Ellie realized then, that, well, she had slept, all night, she hadn’t woken up once, not to cough, not to wheeze, nothing. It had been a dream. Her chest didn’t feel heavy at all, that tea had done wonders. She really needed to ask Nicholas about that remedy of his mother’s. Would he really give her more?

Now though, she reached for her wrap, her stomach grumbling, it had been a long time since she’d gotten regular meals, if she wasn’t careful, her body would get used to it again.

“I ah, I slept fine, um…”

“Shit- I’m Folio.. Well, Nick, but considering you just met Nicholas, everyone just calls me Folio, less confusing.”

Nodding as he quickly took a bite of his own wrap and Ellie smiled, thankful for the explanation, not that she expected to see much more of Nicholas- wasn’t like the agency was the company she’d been hired for, right? However, if he wanted to be called Folio, then who was she to argue with him. 

Biting into her breakfast wrap, fuck, she forgot how good real food could be. Th sandwiches were great and all, but this, however, bacon and eggs, was greasy goodness wrapped in a tortilla and, the way her stomach twisted a little, it had been so long without a full decent mean, she wondered if she wasn’t going to pay painfully for how well she was being fed.

At that thought, she also wondered if this food was going to come at a cost. Her eyes darted to the man who was munching happily on his own food without a care in the world, another voice cutting in, and it was Nicholas, just whom she’d been thinking she wouldn’t see again, coming out of nowhere, from the offices in the building.

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t want anything for it.”

It was almost as if he could tell what she was thinking, like it was written all over her face. What was he, a mind reader?

“Not a mind reader, just met more than a few people in your position, it’s alright.”

Sure.. not a mind reader, he just answers the question without being asked, that was really convincing Mr Ruffilo.

The answering amused chuckle didn’t help convince her one little bit when she took another bite of her breakfast burrito as she watched him walk across the foyer towards where they were seated and reach into the paper bag and pulled out another wrap along with lifting one of the coffees from the tray.

When he turned to go, he just just smiled softly to her,

“Good luck settling in Ellie, I’m sure Folio will get you there safe and sound. I’ll see you around.”

With a wink he disappeared back into the hall that led back to his office. That was.. curious.

Reaching for her own coffee, she was pulled from her thoughts about what was up with that man by Folio beside her,

“Maddening isn’t he? Anyway, he’s right, we’re good, technically I used his card to pay for it anyway-”

"I heard that!”

Ellie couldn’t barely manage not to choke on a mouthful of coffee at the frustrated shout that sounded from the offices when she tried not to laugh. Folio, however, did nothing short of roaring with laughter including the brightest grin on his face when he grabbed the tray from the table and what was left of the bag of their breakfast,

“Come on, let's blow this joint before he comes out and breathing fire and brimstone to scalp me.”

Not that he looked remotely worried about it at all despite his words, still, he ushered her out of the building towards the car they were taking on the way. It was fancy, not that she could tell you anything about the make, but definitely nothing she could ever afford in her life.. Then again, when had she been able to afford a car of any kind, ever. It looked all fancy, like when a rich person hires a driver to take them everywhere.

Was she supposed to sit in the back? Glancing between the doors as she shoved the last of her wrap into her mouth, not wanting to get any food anywhere inside a car like this, Folio was reaching for the drivers door though and scoffed before she looked to the back,

“Don’t you dare, Ellie, I need someone to talk to, I’ll go out of my mind sitting up the front alone.”

When she looked to him strangely, he set the coffee and food in side the car and rushed around the car, only as fast as his ball of energy hyped up on caffeine could, opening the other front door for her.

“Come onnnn, I know drivers usually kick peeps to the back, but come on, where’s the fun in that?”

Raising an eyebrow at him as she looked to him curious, he certainly was very hyper.

“How many coffees have you had this morning?”

Snorting, grinning at her cheekily as he answered.

“Just the one.”

Could have fooled her, who was this vibrant this early?

Ellie was convinced, Folio might just be able to talk underwater. They talked about everything on the drive, from music, to movies, to hobbies. His voice was actually soothing, soft spoken, but he had this energy about him, like a puppy that never stopped. Full of raw energy.

After they stopped for lunch at a diner, she couldn’t quite remember for the life of her where, Folio was doing a fantastic job of keeping her distracted of where they were on the road as they drove for hours, she found herself drifting off. It was just a bit of a nap. She swore it.

She closed her eyes. That was all.

Next thing she knew, she was jolting awake, and they were no longer driving, Folio was knocking on the window before opening her door.

“Come on, sleepy head, we’re here!”

It took her a moment, Ellie blinking herself awake, not surprising with how little sleep she’d been getting with how long she’d been sleeping on the streets, and even longer, jumping from place to place, stressing out trying to make ends meet before everything finally fell completely apart.

Somehow, that all ended today. At least for now, while she worked for this company. It was funny, she didn’t even know their name yet, or where she was

“Hey, Folio, where are we anyway?”

“Oh, oh, you mean Nicholas didn’t tell you?”

There was something about his amused little chuckle then, like he knew something she didn’t,

“Ellie, WELCOME TO HELL!”

What. The. Fuck.

Looking from Folio to the large cast iron gates that he was walking towards. The gates that seemed to be, wait…

She glanced around… the only way…

The space the car was parked in looked like a car park, for exactly one space, and stepping away from it, the further she walked, the car seemed to vanish, like now that it wasn’t needed, it was just, gone

What was happening?

Glancing back to the gate, with Folio standing in front of them, his bright grin on his face as he looked to her, waiting, waving her over,

“Cool huh? Come on, I’m sure your apartment is all ready for you and everything!”

As she walked towards the gates, glancing back towards the car once more, the car, the road behind them, all of it was almost completely gone..

Spinning around to stare at Folio, what the he- Shit. Shit shit shit.

Her steps quickened as she approached the gate, the cast irons bars opened on their own as they approached, creaking, as if they were old, ancient, it was creepy, menacing, and fuck, that was just-

Her thoughts disturbed by Folio chuckling again… she looked over at him before he waved towards the gate.

“Sorry sorry.”

Soon as he waved, the gate stopped making the noise and was perfectly silent and normal as it closed, the world beyond the gate looking normal once more, though, completely non-descript, like a long highway to nowhere.

“Where are we Folio, really?”

“I told you, we’re in Hell, let’s go.”

Ellie was in a state of shock, she had to be, what else could she be? Folio was still chattering away about the look on her face when he walked her up to an apartment building with yet another heavily tattooed man waiting for her out front.

Not that she was complaining, they were hot. It was almost a disappointment she probably wasn’t going to see Nicholas again. Despite what he’d said to her that morning… Would she see him again? The way Folio spoke of him too, they seemed to be well acquainted, it was interesting.

A lot of this didn’t entirely add up.

Maybe it would start making sense soon.

She’d consider asking Folio, but after the tricks at the gate, and the HELL stuff, she wasn’t sure he’d be straight with her.

Maybe this guy would be.

Now. Ellie didn’t know what expression was on her face when they approached him but he took one look at her and immediately an exasperated sigh escaped him as he glanced to the other man,

“Really, Folio? You break the new recruit on her first day?! She hasn’t even moved in you Rövhatt.”

Shaking his head, he glanced at her, Ellie looking at him, trying to get a feel for him, while like Nicholas he had long hair, his was flowing down around his shoulder instead of being tied back, and he had a bit of an accent to his words, she wasn’t quite sure she could place it yet.

“You alright, Sweetheart? He didn’t scare you, did he? I know he’s a bit of a handful sometimes, but he’s a puppy dog, really, doesn’t bite a lick.”

Levelling a half-hearted glare at Folio with a smirk,

“Shoo!”

And with that, the shorter man laughed, nudging Ellie slightly with his elbow,

“It was great meeting you, don’t be a stranger, us mortals gotta stick together around here!”

With that, and a playful wave of his hands like he was playing the drums and he’s just made the funniest joke in the world, earning an eye roll from the other man, and off he went.

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