#steven stevenson x reader

[tiredcatboysinc]

...Darling, I don't have a mouth.

I come back after months (?) of silence just to hand you a shittily written DSAF fic at 5am because I fucking love Steven and I'm coping that my dialtown payment won't go through /hj -Eddie🐶

Summary: You know, in hindsight, this was a fucking moronic idea. What kind of idiot brings their phone headed boyfriend lunch? The fucker doesn't have a mouth!!

Warnings: Swearing, crack treated seriously

Ao3

You know, in hindsight, this was a fucking moronic idea. What kind of idiot brings their phone headed boyfriend lunch? The fucker doesn't have a mouth!! He can't eat it!! Not to the mention the lack of internal organs!! Ya know, from becoming a phone headed bastard.

But hindsight is 20/20, and you probably need glasses. Like really fucking bad... No I'm being serious, you probably should reschedule that eye doctors appointment. When was the last time your eyes had been looked at? Like 2 years ago?... Yeah, you gotta get these puppies looked at - and soon.

You don't need another incident... It's only funny so many times when you point at a cat and ask what kind of dog it is.

And you think Steven is starting to genuinely worry about you at this point... Speaking of Steven!! The phone headed bastard in question was no where to be seen, which honestly was a little bit odd.

Normally when you came to visit him at work, whether that was to annoying or just fuck off and wander about, Steven could usually be found either in his office or the main lobby - but you couldn't seem to locate him in either, not right now at least...

A puzzled hum left your pursed lips, the noise almost entirely drowned out by the sounds of children in adject rooms. God, you always forgot how loud this place was... Yeah, it was a entertainment pizza joint meant for kids, so honestly, you shouldn't be that shocked to hear kids screaming in joy and running around - but it always hurt your ears, even if just a little bit.

But that was besides the point, because now you were rotating in place, in the middle of the lobby, in front of the prize corner - and you could feel Matt staring at you, judging you... Silently.

"Are you like the warthful eyes of God or something?" You suddenly chimed up as you stopped your spinning, slightly wobbling on your feet as the momentum came to a stop. Oh god, you honestly might throw up. The combination of looking Matt dead in the face while having just spun in several circles was making you sicker than any salmonella would even dare to.

...You wonder if you punched him directly in the face if it would sink like playdough...

Sorry, intrusive thoughts. You shouldn't be thinking that about your boyfriends employee's, he'd never let you live it down if you got banned from Freddy's - all because you punched Matt for no reason.

"Well, now I am." Matt finally spoke, breaking a very awkward streach of silence. "Are you looking for Phone man?" He asked, completely brushing over everything that had just happened.

Your cheeks lit red in embarrassment, brows furrowing. "Yeah..." You grumbled out, a sigh of frustration escaping you.

Slightly you shifted on your feet, tuning out the rest of whatever Matt was saying - you didn't really care, you'd just go wondering and find Steven on your own... Then you could give him his lunch, just like you'd planned.

"Uh huh... Okay, I'll go look there." You murmured, giving Matt a dismissive wave - finally departing from the prize counter.

Your shoes clicked on the tile floors as you walked, the paper bag crinkling quietly by your side. Where could Steven even be? The only other places you could think was the safe room, or the pirates cove.

...Pirates cove sounds about right.

So you turn around, mind set on heading towards pirates cove - only to slam face first into someone's chest.

You fumble backwards, face red as you begin to apologize profusely. It's only when you're half way through your 15th 'oh my god, I'm so sorry!', you look up - and Steven is trying is best not to burst a fucking seam laughing.

"YOU-" As your outburst begins, so does Stevens. He curls over on himself, busting out in staticy and broken laughter - the noise a familiar sound, comforting and yet incredibly embarrassing. A groan leaves you, head falling into your hands. God, hindsight really is 20/20. And your vision is anything but.

"Oh my foxy... That might have been the funniest thing that's happened all week..." Steven chokes out, laughter slowly dying into a soft coaking of a chuckle. You only grumble in response, reaching out to lightly punch his arm - to which he only chuckles at.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He finally sighs out, arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you back against him chest - kind of like a half hug, half cradle. "But what're doing here? Did you need something?" Steven tilits his head, the curious motion making him look more innocent than he actually is.

"I brought you lunch.." You murmured, adverted eyes looking down at paper bag clutched in your hand. There was a pause, a beat of silence as the words processed to Steven.

"...Darling, I don't have a mouth."

[emmysinni]

Why Hello There, Old Sport !! ^_^

emerson (or rose's) writer blog kiddie strangler intro V1! :)

about me, before writers

most importantly, starting with the name.

i am EmersonGem, or just Emerson! (or Marie)

now for regions/about me.

NOT stating age, taken, 🇯🇵🇲🇽, Atheist, 5'0. and i wish to be a doctor or surgeon, i am a artist and a editor, too

favorite music artists.

Soddiken, Cigarettes After Sex, Alex G, Cavetown, Mitski, Beabadoobee, Rio Romeo, Beach Bunny, Clario, Kero Kero Bonito, TEMPOREX, yungatita, Steve Lacy, Mr.Kitty (i dont support him) Sohodolls, Pastel Ghost, Eyedress, Marina, Toby Fox, Weezer, LUCI4, Odetari, Tally Hall, Lemon Demon, Bo Burnham, merrliee, Kikuo, SEGA SOUND TEAM, The Living Tombstone, Graham Kartna, Oliver Buckland, Fishcracks, Zkevin, Metaroom, Tupperwave, Tv Girl, Vacations, Salvia Path, Datfootdive, Goreshit (i don't support him)

and now, fandoms.

DSAF, dialtown, FNAF, deltarune, undertale, sonic the hedgehog (all games and comics), sonic.exe, JJK, homestuck, ranfren (i don't support the creator), little witch academia, mystic maze, days union, Soddiken song meanings, Deltarune: Chapter Rewritten, CRK, CR: OB, Phighting, TF2, Murder Drones, Regretevtor, cry of fear, sugary spire, pizza tower, cuphead, BATIM, vocaloid, valorant, south park and hellpark, overwatch, underverse, Laws Of Talos, Endzone, HJFONE, BFDI, BFB, TPOT, Eddsworld, and lastly mad father!

comfort characters.

matt virginia, dave miller, jack kennedy, steven stevenson, peter kennedy, roger jones, Uzi Doorman, Scout/Jeremy, Spamton G. Spamton, Jevil, Scampton The Great, Phone Guy, C.C (crying child) The Chimbley Sweep, Karl, Climber, Steffi, Tom, and lastly Boombox!

now, time for writers!

what i will write:

fluff, normal, yandere, platonic, doomed, angst !! :3 (and X reader, i can try to make slightly suggestive..)

what i won't write:

incest, problematic stuff

[l1ndseyper3z]

~ Intro and Rules ~

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Click on each header of the characters I will write for the masterlist of that movie, franchise or show!

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What I will write:

- f!reader

- m!reader

- gn!reader

- fluff

- angst

- smut/nsfw

- LIGHT gore

What I won't write:

- !ChildReader

- Non-Con

- SA

- Offensive material

- Extensive gore

- anything I don't feel like writing 😭

- Chances are I will not do multiple part fics but that may change

Who I will write:

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- Peter Strahm

- Mark Hoffman

- Amanda Young

- Adam Faulkner-Stanheight

- Lawrence Gordon

- Lindsey Perez

- Jill Tuck

- Mallick Scott

- Brit Stevenson

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- Billy Loomis

- Stu Macher

- Sidney Prescott

~ DEAD POETS SOCIETY ~

- Charlie Dalton

- Neil Perry

- Todd Anderson

- Steven Meeks

~ HANNIBAL NBC ~

- Hannibal Lecter

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[revengersfanfics]

Roger Stevenson (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: You’re desperate to get your family off your back about having a boyfriend, so you pull a certain super soldier into a sticky situation.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I would like to preface this by saying: I wrote this three years before Endgame came out on Wattpad, but I haven’t posted it on Tumblr because I knew people were going to think I was jumping on the Roger Stevens bandwagon 😂 Anyways, I hope you enjoy! -C

She let out a sigh before making her way to the park where her niece’s birthday party was being held. She’d been dreading it for days. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her family. She adored them, but they had a habit of meddling in her love life even though she’d told them on countless occasions that she was perfectly capable of finding a significant other on her own.

“(Y/N)!” Her mother exclaimed. She pulled her into a hug. “You know, you really should visit more often. We haven’t seen you in ages.”

“It’s only been like two months,” she giggled. “Plus I’ve been swamped with work.”

“You know, it’s okay to not work for five minutes,” her mom half joked and half scolded. “That reminds me, your father’s boss’ son was asking about you the other day.Your father could set you up with a date Saturday?” There it was. She was trying to think of some bullshit excuse as to why she wouldn’t be able to go when she noticed a tall muscular blonde walking beside her.

“Hey honey,” she pulled the complete stranger into a hug. The man tensed up at the sudden contact, but even so, he didn’t immediately call her out and/or punch her in the face. Perhaps he noticed the look of complete and utter desperation in her eyes.

She wasn't sure why she did it. It would’ve been so much easier to explain a fake event she had to attend, but no. Instead she had to follow a cheesy romantic clichè and bring a fake boyfriend into it.

“Sorry I was late, doll,” he smiled. “Traffic was terrible.”

“Mom, this is my, uh, boyfriend…” She gave a weak smile. She was ready for her conspiracy to crumble at any moment.

“Uh,” he paused as if he’d forgotten his own name. His previous strong facade was beginning to deteriorate. “Roger Stevenson… It’s so nice to finally meet you, your daughter has told me so much about you.” It was amazing how well he recovered. She was sure the guy must’ve been an actor and if he wasn’t, he most definitely missed a calling.

Her dad made his way over pretty soon after, probably to threaten poor Roger.

“You must be her father,” Roger smiled. “Hi, I’m Roger.” He stuck his hand out for your dad to shake.

“That’s quite a grip you’ve got there, Roger,” her dad grinned.

“Aunt (Y/N)!” A smile crept onto her face upon seeing her niece. She ran up and jumped into her arms. “You came!”

“Of course I did! What kind of person would I be if I missed my favorite niece’s sixth birthday?” She squeezed the little girl tightly before setting her back down on the ground. “I’m telling you, if you keep growing, you’re gonna have to start carrying me around!” She let out a giggle.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” her sister laughed. “We’re getting old. Who’s this?” She looked over at Roger.

“This is Roger,” she introduced him. “Roger this is my sister, Anna.”

“He looks like Captain America,” her niece stated bluntly. She didn’t notice the man’s striking resemblance to the superhero until then, but he could’ve been his twin.

“You know, I get that a lot and I really don’t see it,” he chuckled nervously. By that point her niece had lost interest and run off to play with her friends some more.

“So, what do you do for a living, Roger?” Anna questioned.

“I uh… I own a pet shop,” Steve hated lying, he really did. For one, he was absolutely terrible at it, and two, it was just wrong. He’d conjured up his fake persona because he wasn’t sure who her or her family were and he wasn’t sure if he could trust her, but now he just felt awful. He wasn’t sure why. She literally dragged him into it, but both her and her family were so nice.

“Oh that’s great!” Her mom exclaimed.

“We should probably get going,” she announced shortly after. She didn’t want to stay as long as they did because she didn’t want Roger to be any more uncomfortable than what she’d already made him, but he seemed to have a blast after the initial interrogation from her family. He absolutely loved her niece, which would make the inevitable ‘breakup’ that she’d have to make up later, even harder.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she gave the man a wide-eyed look as soon as they were out of earshot of everyone. “I know I probably seem like a complete lunatic because even I think I’m a complete lunatic at this point.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled. “Trust me, I did my fair share of misleading today as well. When I left the house this morning I was Steve Rogers and single.” Steve Rogers. Her niece had been right. He was actually Captain America. She wasn't sure how she hadn’t pieced that together before. “Sorry for lying, I just wasn’t completely sure if I could trust you, but I think I can safely say you’re not dangerous.”

“You know, I hardly think you should be the one apologizing for lying,” she giggled. “But I will say, maybe Roger Stevenson isn’t the best fake name.”

“I’m not good under pressure,” he laughed. “Although, it did work. You didn’t know it was me.”

“That’s true, I’ll give you that one,” she laughed. “I should probably get going.” She sighed. She didn’t want to leave yet, but she assumed that after everything she’d put the poor guy through, he’d probably want to leave.

“Wait, I was wondering if you’d like to go get a bite to eat tomorrow night?” He scratched his neck nervously. “You know, since we are dating and all…”

Out of all the things she expected him to say, that certainly wasn’t it. She’d literally dragged him into being her fake boyfriend, but apparently he didn’t mind too much. “Yeah,” she smiled. “I’d like that.”

[tiredcatboysinc]

Saskatchewan level migraine

Hello one and all, welcome back to "Eddie has another shitty Steven fic for you because he's insane about these phone headed bastards" <3 Enjoy this very short and shitty one that was written like a week ago at 4am <3 -Eddie🐶

Summary: Waking up at 4am was not on your list of activities you wanted todo this week, but that's the way the cookie crumbles… Or some other bullshit Steven would say.

Warnings: Swearing, Not beta read as always

Ao3

Waking up at 4am was not on your list of activities you wanted todo this week, but that's the way the cookie crumbles... Or some other bullshit Steven would say. You don't know, you woke up with such a migraine that getting hit with a bus would be more preferable. And here's the thing, your migraines were never this bad. 

Okay, sure, you've gotten the occasionally bad migraine. You know, one of those that makes you feel like you might throw up those really fucking good crepes you ate that morning. But never this bad. Like, this was bad bad. The size of Saskatchewan, the one Canadian Providence you knew of, bad. Which is probably a little concerning now that you of it... 

But your cozy in bed, and you had taken your meds, so there wasn't much you could really do... I mean, yeah, ibuprofen or maybe Tylenol would help, but Steven was getting ready for work. 

There was a beat of silence as they lied in your and Steven's shared bed, head continuing throb and sting. The fan was softly whirling above you, having only been turned on when you had jolted awake. 

Thinking of it now, maybe sleeping with the fan off was why you had this migraine... 

But you didn't want to think of the of your actions right now, because a particularly harsh pulse of pain had just shot threw your body. You squeezes your eyelids shut, rubbing the heels of your hands over them - heavily groaning as you did. "Fuck my stupid yaoi life..." You grumbled, begrudgingly tossing the comforting blanket off. Laying here wasn't doing any good, you might as well suck it and take that damn ibuprofen. 

Your fingers brushed the bathrooms doorframe, bright lights stinging your sleep ridden eyes. Stevens head turned as your enter, a quiet hum leaving him while adjusting him tie. "Can't sleep still?" 

You shook your head, rubbing at your temples. "Do you have any ibuprofen... I gotta headache..." You murmured, voice hoarse from sleep - or lack thereof. 

Quietly Steven chuckled, shaking his head softly - his dial jingling quietly, the metal clicking. "Yeah, we've got ibuprofen." He hummed, slightly amused by your current state. He plucked the small bottle from the medicine cabinet, handing you a couple pills. 

"Get some rest, darling." Steven murmured, cupping your cheek with his free hand. Carefully he drug his thumb over your skin, watching as you leaned against him - letting him support you. 

"I love you.." 

"I love you too, darling.”

[tiredcatboysinc]

A phone headed angel

We had such a good awful cramp about an hour ago that I doubled over in pain, and lied in the fetal position for maybe 10 minutes with a cramp that I thought was my fucking organs fighting back.

Turns out we were hungry cuz we hadn't eaten since 5 pm yesterday. So I ate a hotdog and now we're slaying again :3 -Eddie🐶

Summary: You hadn't even realized in your human organ, and cramp based insanity Steven had made you food... Damn, was he like. An angel?? A phone headed angel?

Warnings: swearing, kms joke at the beginning, talk about organs

Ao3

"I might kill myself at this point." You grumbled as you lied, knees curled to your stomach in a makeshift fetal position. You hadn't even gotten all the way before the dreaded cramp of doom set itself upon you. And this wasn't any normal cramp, oh no no no. This was a god awful cramp, rivaling that of a level 5 period cramp.

Which a level 5 is the worst of the worst, like a level 5 hurricane hitting you directly in the uterus. Because that's what it always fucking felt like.

But you weren't even on your period, so this was a spite from god. A fleting whisper of agony and pain that racked your stomach, directly at 3:30 in the fucking morning.

It was rare you would even get cramps outside of that designated week of pure pain, so in truth you weren't sure why it felt like your whole appendix was bursting... It wasn't your appendix, you knew that for certain - so you weren't about to die of organs spontaneously combusting out of spite... Why did you even have the appendix? Like, genuinely? What's the actual purpose of that thing??

You knew it was something for the kidneys... Or maybe the gallbladder... Something about a secondary helper for filtering, but why did you need another filter?? Like, doesn't your body already have filters that don't rupture at any given moment?? - so did you really need another one.

"Please don't do that, if you died I don't know what'd I do." Steven sighed as he entered your shared bedroom, a weary chuckle escaping him. Begrudingly you raised your head for your eyes to gaze up at him, your brows furrowed and a grimace plastered over your tired face. "What's the point of the appendix?"

Steven paused, his hand stopped dead before he could place the ramen on the nightstand. You hadn't even realized in your human organ, and cramp based insanity Steven had made you food... Damn, was he like. An angel?? A phone headed angel?

"I'm sorry, wh-"

"If you were an angel you'd be one of those scary, biblically accurate ones."

Steven stared at you, his lack of eyes making the concerned stare even more concerning.

Finally, he placed a hand on his dial, shaking his head wearily with a chuckle, the noise every staticy but full of affection. "I think the lack of food in your body is making you hilarious, darling..." Steven sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed, bringing the bowl to his lap.

He shifted so you face you, dragging the back of his knuckles over your forehead to clear it of hair - the motion more tender and loving than he would ever admit. You leaned against his hand, allowing him to tilt your chin up. Stevens fingers grazed your skin before pulling away, leaving your with a pleasant tingling.

"Now come on, eat this before it gets cold." He huffed, pushing the bowl towards you. "I don't want you to starve, idiot." He grumbled, but you could hear the invisible smile on his stupid phone headed face.

Yeah, Steven was an angel - your angel.

"Okay, okay..." You grumbled, a now playful tone to your annoyance. Even as your struggled to sit up, the cramp sending jolts of electric pain down your spine. Steven handed you the bowl, making sure it wouldn't burn your skin - you would really fucking hate if you got your fingerprints burned off right now, especially if it was by ramen and not some cool ass way...

"You didn't answer my question."

Steven paused. "...Which one?" You blinked, swallowing the borderline scorching hot ramen. "You know, the one about the appendix."

"...Eat your damn food."