#emh fluff

[cemeteryheadlights]

♱ It Takes A Dedicated Hand ♱

You accidentally break one of Evan's bowls and immediately expect the worst - however, you have the world's biggest lover as your boyfriend.

Cast > Evan Myers, Reader

TV-PG - Profanity, fluff

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Yall I'm gonna be honest I wrote this at 11:50 something last night and I cannot bring myself to reread this rn

You and Evan were hanging out in the kitchen, being silly and making Pancakes for breakfast.

It was great - such a serene, domestic scene. It felt soft and smelled like warm butter - who wouldn't wanna spend a sleepy morning giggling softly with their lover?

Until it wasn't, of course.

Evan asked you to get the bowl of eggs from the fridge so he could make more batter - simple. You hopped off the counter to get them out, pulling them from their place and returning to the counter.

You started to do a dramatic little spin before handing them over, mimicking a drum roll - and then you slipped half way through, dropping the glass dish of eggs, sending glass shattering across the tiled floor and yolks blending into a streaky mess.

Your heart stopped, freezing in your chest.

It took a good few seconds to snap back to reality, Evan already holding his arms out and snapping at you to not move. Tears already formed in your eyes as he hurried out of the room.

Goddamn it - who knows when he got that bowl, or where. What if it was something special? Or expensive? Not to mention the mess. All because you wanted to be silly. And now, standing in the middle of the debris, you just felt stupid.

Standing around wasn't gonna do anything, and you had to make up for this. So you began to tiptoe through the glass and egg yolks.

"Fucking- stay still!" Evan snapped, reentering the kitchen with a broom in hand. "There's glass everywhere and you're barefoot, the hell are you doing? I said stay."

You brought your arms up, wrapping them around yourself. "I was just... gonna wipe it up...?"

Evan was already shoveling as much of the runny mess as he could into the dust pan.

Your mess.

Now you felt extra bad.

"Give me the broom - I can do that." You sighed, reaching out for it. Evan just smacked your hand away.

"How were you gonna clean up? With napkins? I was already getting the broom." He laughed, dumping the dust pan into the trash and going back to scoop up some more.

"I mean..." You shrugged softly, forcing the words out through your dry throat. "...yeah."

"You're fuckin' stupid." He snorted in response.

Your gaze hit the ground, failing miserably at stopping the tears from streaking down your face. You already felt that way, and certainly didn't need him to tell you that. Even though deep down you knew that wasn't true - it still stung. And eventually those kinds of things crawl under your skin like a disease, eating away little bits of you. You know it's just a scratch, but it hurt.

Numbly, you brought a hand to your face to try and wipe away the tears, but it's didn't really matter. They were collecting along your jaw and running down your chin by now, whole face wet in the span of a few moments.

"Hey, woah woah woah-" Evan interrupted your thoughts, looking up at you from his position crouched on the floor. He seemed a little panicked. "You're crying? Why are you crying? Oh god - are you hurt?"

You shook your head, sniffling.

Evan dropped the broom and dust pan, quickly making his way over to you. He wrapped you up in his big arms, rubbing your back as he gazed at you, checking you over.

His gaze travelled over your body before reuturning to your face, blue eyes wide. "Then why you cryin'?" He murmured softly. In this moment, it was hard to doubt this man was capable of anything but loving you.

You just shrugged, tense in his grip. There was nothing you could bring yourself to say or do - not without crying harder. Your throat tightened from the effort of holding it all back.

But this is Evan we're talking about - there's no need to panic or be afraid. And hell, that just made it all feel worse. So dramatic. That part especially - no matter how much it hurt, there was nothing to shut up that voice that screamed at you, telling you that you're just a dramatic kid all over again.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, softening up with an understanding sigh. "You know it's just a bowl, right, Sweets?" He murmured before turning to press a kiss to your cheek this time.

"But it's *your* bowl. And I broke it like a dumbass." You nearly choked on the words getting them out

Evan shook his head, pulling you tigher into his chest. "Its just a goddamn bowl - I was scared you got hurt n shit. The bowl can break, but not you."

You leaned into his chest, finally wrapping your arms around him. He squeezed back with rib-crushing strength. His warmth soothed the ache in your chest, easing your worries.

"Jesus- the fucking house can burn down for all I care, so long as you aren't in it." He chuckled, resting his chin on your head.

It was nice, how safe and loved he made you feel. How he noticed and didn't force you to panickedly explain things.

And when you guys did actually argue, he never made accusations or assumptions. Never did any name calling.

He always asked, always communicated.

The two of you stayed like that for a couple minutes - secretly, he had no plans to let you go until he could no longer feel your heart pounding through your chest.

And when you did finally calm down and pull away, you helped him clean the mess. It only took a couple of minutes and a quick run of the mop before it was like it had never happened, and then you split the Pancakes he'd already made, spending the rest of the morning lazily sprawled across each other on the couch.

"I love ya." He whispered, running his fingers through your hair once before letting you go.

You sniffled softly, wiping tears and snot from your face. "I love you too, Ev. Thank you."

[deadgirlsdreams]

♡ Pushes my Buttons ♡

❥ Characters: HABIT (EverymanHYBRID)

❥ Warnings: Reader is a little delusional; Mention of blood; No use of (Y/N); GN! Reader; Biting ♡ (1); Sexual tension, maybe?; SFW; 1,452 words

❥ Notes: Happy Valentine's Day, my sweet loves! Do something nice for yourselves today! ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

I thought maybe I'd be brave enough to try writing something a bit more sexual for once and it did not pan out. That's okay, though!!

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Danger crushes, pushes my buttons, forces me to agree

Danger's a slut, it's in my gut, at night it whispers to me

"You fucking liar, your desire, baby bunny, come clean"

"You want me bad, you want me back, but you don't know what that means"

Evan had given you so many chances to run when he felt like things in your lives were going south.

When his house got broken into, when he got twitchy and aggravated around the time of the sleep experiments, when he found cameras in his house. The more dangerous his life got, the more he would reassure you that if you wanted to keep yourself safe, he would understand. You and your safety were always his top priority.

But you never left.

HABIT thought you were stupid. No, HABIT knew you were stupid. Who prioritizes the well-being of others before themselves? You entirely lacked self-preservation skills, and you defended it by saying it was out of love. How fucking pathetic were you?

The answer, at least in his mind, was that you were entirely pathetic. But, HABIT had to admit that there was some kind of charm to you, something almost endearing in a way that he hated. He couldn't explain how or why the way you'd futilely fight back against him was almost adorable. HABIT assumed it was because some small part of you still thought you could stop him.

HABIT knew you were restless. It showed in ways he didn't think you were aware of: the way your brows were furrowed, the bite in your tone that sat underneath your words, and the way you always looked like you were ready to hurt him. It was cute that you thought you stood a chance. Sitting there like you were prepared to fight him when most days you still struggle to look him in the eye.

HABIT knows you want Evan back, that you're waiting as patiently as you can for Evan to be in control of his own body again. HABIT also knows that makes you feel guilty. You feel guilty because no matter how much you hate him, a small part of your heart nearly bleeds for HABIT when you think about wanting Evan back. You think it's stupid, but a small part of you is grateful for HABIT's presence. You and Vinny are much safer with him around, even if it's just so he can use the two of you for his own gain.

Even with that rational way of thinking, HABIT sees you. Sees the way your eyes wander around as though you're searching for him. Sees the way you perk up when you see him, eyes widening and back straightening ever so slightly. You swear you don't like him, make it seem as though you're determined to not be dependent on him, but HABIT sees right through you. He knows that you secretly crave the chaos and danger he brings, that you need him to stay antagonistic to keep yourself from being swallowed up by cabin fever.

HABIT loves the way you've unwillingly grown to need him. He wonders if it's also unknowing on your end, like your brain is trying to keep you in denial for your own protection. Protection from moments like this where you're practically drooling for him, figurative little hearts in your eyes as you're sat on his lap, even though some of your body language suggests that you want to wriggle away from him.

But you don't wriggle yourself free, nor do you try. HABIT's warm under your skin and through the fabric between you. There's a softness in the firm placement of his hands on your hips as you stare with a pout on your face. You're looking at him as though you expect him to hurt you, but you don't let any fear come through. Just a strange, nearly misguided, air of confidence that HABIT would almost describe as bratty if he didn't know you any better. But it wasn't brattiness, it was a strange resilience that never seemed to die and would present itself in strange ways.

"You're so quiet, bun." HABIT quietly mocks, immediately feeling you tense up under his palms. "You gettin' used to sitting here?" Your pout deepens, eyes narrowing into an embarrassed glare. It was like you didn't want to respond, but also wanted to deny it, deny him. HABIT watches as you stay still on his lap, staring stubbornly. "Is it the blood?" HABIT nearly forgot that he had any on him, but he could feel the slow drying liquid cracking against his skin when he teased you. It's nearly unnoticeable, but your nose twitches and HABIT sees it as you start to crack. He doesn't know if you're going to fight or breakdown, but he knows something is there.

Neither of you knows what prompts you to finally respond, but you shake your head. The way HABIT's eyes light up and the way a somehow wider grin splits across his face doesn't tell you whether or not it was a smart idea. His hands move to squeeze your hips, thumbs moving back and forth as a chuckle rumbles out behind his ribs. You both know you're lying about it despite both knowing you're getting used to it more and more.

HABIT's grin melts into something lecherous, eyes raking down your body. "Then what is it, bunny?" HABIT's hands seem to mild around your hip bones through the layers of skin fat, pulling you closer to him in a teasing way that sets your cheeks ablaze. HABIT leans closer to you, forehead against yours, looking intentionally into your eyes. Your stubborn resolve is beginning to crack and he knows it.

One of his hands moves from your hip down to your thigh, before trailing upwards to rest against your ribcage. HABIT can feel your quickening pulse underneath his fingers and feels like your lungs are practically in his hands. A sick kind of joy creeps its way into his chest. He could kill you in an instant and there would be nothing you could do to stop him.

But that's for another time. HABIT wants to keep you a little longer.

HABIT speaks, breaking the tension of the war he can see behind your eyes. He knows you want to give in and he fully plans on making you admit it. "Come on, you know you like this, bun." Your heart just gets quicker. "I'm all that keeps you sane. You'd be so bored without me." HABIT says the word 'bored' almost accusingly, like it's the worst thing that could happen to you. Like it's the worst thing he could do to you. Not hurt you, not possess your boyfriend's body, not kill you, but to leave you bored.

You stay quiet, but squirm under the weight of his hands and his words. You refuse to give into him, but he makes it hard. HABIT's warm and he looks like Evan, and worst of all, he's right. Despite the distress he causes, you can't help but rely on him, even if you know you shouldn't.

"Answer me, sweetheart." His voice is soft and almost affectionate as he leans back, still looking at you.

"Let me go." HABIT grins at your shaky whisper. "Please." What could have initially come off as a weak attempt to be assertive and demanding was now swallowed by how pathetic your little plea was.

"Oh, baby bun. No," HABIT croons, "that's not how this works and you know it." You start to shake in his hands as one of his hands slides up to your throat. Calloused hand resting against your throat in a threat, delighted in the feeling of your pulse fluttering beneath your skin. HABIT wants to bite you. "Be a good pet and tell me the truth." He gives your throat a warning squeeze. "Tell me you need me."

You let out the tiniest whimper when HABIT leans into the crook of your neck after moving his hand. His thumb presses lightly into the center of your throat as his nose traces the curve between your neck and shoulder. "I need you." You feel the sting of tears welling up in your waterline and HABIT's teeth sinking into your neck. The noise you let out is a cross between a gasp and a pained moan and your hips unwillingly move against HABIT's leg. Even with your skin between his teeth, you can feel HABIT's smirk, your hands fisting the fabric of his shirt.

HABIT pulls away, tongue laving against the fresh bite mark. "That's right, baby. Knew you couldn't resist me."

[deadgirlsdreams]

☼︎ Before Bed ☼︎

⊹ฺ Characters: Evan Myers (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: Fluff; What could have been a make out session; Suggestive comments throughout <3; No use of (Y/N); Gender Neutral Reader; "Baby" used as a pet name; SFW

⊹ฺ Note: Finally got a version of my original idea that I am decently pleased with! This one has been edited and reworked so many freaking times, oh my god, haha. Anyways, I hope you guys like it. Sorry there's no HABIT. ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

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"We're not leaving the camera on all night, are we?" The question leaves your mouth in a way that's almost shy. Hesitant, as though you don't know whether or not it would bother you. You think you know the answer to your question, but the reassurance would be nice.

Your eyes follow Evan as he pulls himself into more comfortable clothes for bed. You're already in bed, somewhat impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to get under the covers with you. He's so much warmer than the blankets. Evan's not putting on a show while changing, he does once in a blue moon for laughs, but your eyes trace over his body as though he is. Not necessarily aroused, but absolutely appreciative.

Your question finally processes and he laughs softly. "Nah." He shakes his head as he turns back to face you, something teasing in his eye. "Not unless you want to, but that might make Jeff mad at us." He's quiet for a moment, pulling the blankets aside and getting cozy next to you.

Evan's tease goes straight over your head. "Yeah, I don't think he'd be too happy having to edit over hours of nothing."

"Nothing?" Evan echoes, turning to pull you closer, pressing a kiss to your lips. And then another. And another. Three pecks in quick succession, then a fourth that you didn't let him pull away from. You smile into the kiss, feeling Evan pull you closer, practically on top of him.

You break away from the kiss to fully straddle his lap, only to freeze, seeing a light in the corner of your eye. "Ev, baby." He looks up at you in a way that nearly makes you melt. "Did you start recording?"

He's still looking up at you, gaze almost puppy-like; full of adoration and a deep-seeded devotion. As much as you'd love to kiss him, you don't. Instead, you raise your eyebrows at him, trying to prompt him to catch up with you. It works and he looks at his bedside table.

Evan can't help the laugh that leaves him, leaning forward and practically giggling into your chest as you laughed with him. "I completely forgot," he pulls his head away from your body, "I'm so sorry."

You shake your head, looking down at him with what you're sure is a look that matched his from before. "Don't apologize. You forgot." You press a quick kiss to his forehead before leaning over to grab the camera, trusting Evan to make sure you didn't accidentally lean too far. You stop the recording, looking between Evan and the camera, eyes locking with his. You smirk before asking, "Is it bad that I kinda want to keep the footage?"

Evan's hands are still splayed across the tops of your thighs, thumbs moving idly. "Not at all." He's quiet for a second. "I can try cutting it out before Jeff edits and uploads it." He suggests.

"Would you?" You move one of your hands from his shoulders into his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. "I think it'll look cute."

"I know it will." He nods, taking the camera for yourself. "We should probably film what we need to, though."

It's your turn to nod, carefully removing yourself from his lap, immediately noticing the heat difference between him and the sheets. You watch Evan put the camera back on the nightstand and he turns to you, his finger resting on the button to start the new recording. "If you want, we could make our own video later."

He doesn't even give you the chance to process his suggestion before pressing the button and starting to talk to the camera.

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Tagging as promised! <33 – @max-505

[deadgirlsdreams]

Don’t know if you’re doing requests but can I get some Evan (and some HABIT) with a reader who’s goth?

☼︎ Goth S/O ☼︎

⊹ฺ Characters: Evan Myers (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: Fluff; Probably less HABIT than expected (my bad); GN! Reader; SFW

⊹ฺ Note: Thank you for requesting!! I hope you like it and I'm sorry for the wait! <3

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⊹ฺ Loves you regardless, but gets so shy when you get all dressed up. Evan adores all aspects of it; the before, the after, watching the process. While not goth himself, Evan is still a man in a subculture who can see, appreciate, and value the effort that's put into your look.

→ Speaking of, whether it's hair or makeup, teach him! He would love to help!

⊹ฺ Supports and encourages any and all "weird" hobbies.

→ Collects bones with you, goes to thrift and antique shops, all of it.

⊹ฺ Jumps at the chance to make you mixtape CDs, full of your favorite music, his, and songs that make him think of you.

⊹ฺ Horror movie dates. <3

→ And just movie dates in general! (I like making people who wanna date me watch horror movies. <3)

⊹ฺ He lets you paint his nails when you do yours and he feels bad when they inevitably start to chip. </3

⊹ฺ Will dress up with you if you're a celebrate Halloween.

⊹ฺ Loves if you wear heels or big platforms.

→ He literally doesn't care if he has to look up at you as a result. He looks at you like you're the most stunning being in the world (because you totally are).

⊹ฺ When HABIT starts making himself more present, Evan stresses bad, but is also just so curious (in a very general sense) about how you'll react to him.

→ Obviously, things like your safety and well-being and stuff come first, but also can't help being curious about his goth significant other would react to demonic entities being real, let alone that he of all people gets possessed by one.

⊹ฺ Evan and HABIT share a love of having little reminders of you.

→ Lipstick marks, a stray hair that somehow got stuck to their shirt, little stuff like that.

[deadgirlsdreams]

☼︎Cozy☼︎

⊹ฺ Characters: Evan Myers, Stephanie (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: Literally nothing but fluff; Gender Neutral! Reader; Polyamory; SFW; 482 words

⊹ฺ Note: Evan x Reader x Steph fluff as promised. I love them so bad. <3

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"So…" Stephanie trails off in a way that's both teasing and hesitant, "Do you guys usually date another person, or am I special?"

You smirk at her, turning to look at her from your place next to her on the couch. You reach out a hand, and she takes it, letting you pull her closer. "Oh, baby, you are beyond special." Stephanie looks at you from behind her glasses, quietly looking for reassurance. She would get it, obviously, but you weren't about to pass up flirting with her a little. Evan wouldn't either, if he were in the room. "But no, we don't usually date other people. Only happened one other time. Both were happy surprises." You laugh a little at the end of your response, taking in the way Stephanie seems to relax.

She knew about Jessie, obviously, but there could have been people before her. You wouldn't blame her for asking; you were sure that you would do the same thing. If you and Evan hadn't gotten together in high school, you know the question would have come up, and it definitely would have if you were in Jessie or Steph's position.

"Happy surprises, huh?" Stephanie lets herself fully lean into you now, head angled up to keep looking at you with her pretty doe eyes that always managed to distract you.

"The happiest, baby." You use what little leverage the corner of the couch gives you to pull her into your lap. Insecurity and anything close to it always leaves you feeling clingy, and while Stephanie might not feel the same way, she doesn't push you away. She's happy to be tucked away in your arms, feeling the love you have for her. "We love you so much, you know that, right? Like, no matter what?"

She squeezes you, forehead resting against the side of your neck. "Of course. And I love you guys, too."

Before a comfortable silence could settle between you two, heavy footsteps sound in the room, and with the most audible smile you think you've heard in ages, Evan goes, "Hell yeah, you do!"

Stephanie's head comedically pops up as you both look at Evan coming into the living room, his smile just as big as it sounded.

"Hey, pretty boy!" You smile, watching him walk towards the two of you, crouching on the floor in front of where you and Stephanie sat on the couch. "How are you? How are the boys?"

Evan's hand reaches and rests on Steph's back and he shrugs, looking at the wholesome, domestic scene in front of him. "We're all alive." You nod, not knowing what else there is to say. Your lives were seemingly nothing but chaos lately. As far as you were concerned, alive was a good answer. "Now… You guys should scoot over or we should go into our room. I wanna get in on this."