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[happy74827]

People need to be have more hype for all my favorite characters. I’m tired of going to look for fanfics and being forced to write because there’s LITERAL CRUMBS

Populate those fandoms people 👏👏

[soobnny]

classmate au | lee heeseung

❝ hey, i’ll go ahead. i have to walk (name) home. ❞

HEESEUNG | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | jungwon | ni-ki

look…. i know this says classmate au

BUT but but but hear me out

he’s your senior

maybe a year or two years older

AND he’s your neighbor, next door neighbor lee heeseung

do you see where i’m going with this

he walks you home to school every morning and every after class

your parents r also pretty close so you’re always hanging by each other’s house

THO he’s more of like an unattainable senior so handsome 😞😞 yall dont talk much when you’re having that little family get together

he tries talking to u tho … but you run away pretty fast

it’s always that awkward sitting beside each other while your parents talk to each other

…. awkward eye contact

SO YEAH he walks you to school every morning and after class by your mom’s request

heeseung always walks by the side of the road like the gentleman he is

will pull you by the waist when you attempt to even walk on that side so he can switch you two

and always waits for you outside your class or by the student council office to walk you home

sometimes 💔💔💔💔 during basketball practice … he does that thing where he goes home ahead so he can walk u home

the moment you walk into the basketball gym, wide eyes searching for heeseung ?!

he’s already dismissing himself .. saying goodbye to his friends and the couch and slinging your bag on his shoulder

you think he only views you as a little sister this SUCKS !!!!!

ah you are so wrong.

oh also lee heeseung student athlete and face of the school, just thought i’d mention

sometimes, he even appears in your classes to assist the teacher like what CAN’T he do

the teacher encounters some tech difficulties with the powerpoint???

“hey (name), can you call heeseung?”

you quietly slip out of the classroom and hurry to his

(he gave you his class schedule in case you ever needed anything… so you know where to find him…)

“excuse me, mr. hwang is looking for heeseung?” you’d tell the teacher

and their whole class would burst into SCREAMS and teasing as heeseung is pushed towards the door

“hey, you okay? how was your day?” he’d always catch up with you in that small time

dear god please have mercy.

he’d have a hand on the small of your waist to guide you along the hallways too

AND TUTORING

Lee Heeseung who is naturally good at everything is also smart

he tutors you at his house after class when you’re having a hard time

as a reward, sometimes, you guys would play video games

you ended up falling asleep at his house once and heeseung had to tell his mom to call yours so she wouldn’t worry

you wake up to blankets draped all over you and heeseung sleeping on the floor i’m so sad

karaoke is always fun in these family outings bc your family always makes you sing duets

atp you guys have every disney and broadway duets DOWN and memorized

though it does make you blush and all giggly when he makes intense eye contact while seeing to you

“now she’s here, shining in the starlight. now she’s here, suddenly i know. if she’s here, it’s crystal clear, i’m where i’m meant to go.”

he is a fantastic singer and he makes you forget to sing your parts sometimes

ALWAYS ENDS A SONG IN A HUG while your parents violently clap in the background

during the sports festival, the teachers ltrly let him join all the sports and he just accepts 😭😭

if he’s not playing, he’s facilitating

“do you have an event for this year’s sports festival?” he’d ask one night as he’s walking you home

“oh no. i’m just joining the cheer contest with sunoo on the first day.”

“do you think you could cheer for me?”

HE’S ASKING YOU TO CHEER FOR HIM

of course you say yes

and his eyes are on you in every sport he plays

basketball… volleyball… badminton… you name them all!

he’d look to you before serving the ball and point at you when he shoots a ball in bkb

heeseung would win every game for you

because the thrill in your smile is too wide to disappoint

and also because he has a big fat crush on you

goes to hug you after every game

“my good luck charm” as he liked to call you

BYEEEEEE bye leave me alone please

you’re HIS good luck charm

you pretend to be annoyed because he’s sweating so he teases you by hugging you even more

he lets you hold his spare shirt AND lets you wear his spare jersey ……

by the end of the week, he wins a shit ton of medals and a trophy for being the MVP

lets you wear some of his medals 😭😭 honestly maybe even all of them

would come to you after the awarding and take off his medals to put it around your neck too

OBLIGATORY SPORTS FESTIVAL PICTURE WITH YOUR CRUSH

you guys hold the trophy together … he has an arm around you … like he ltrly has the poses thought out already

asks you to be his girlfriend on the walk back home

handcrafted you a medal already in case you’ll say yes

engraved on it is “best girlfriend”

damn you’ve only been together like a few hours and he already awarded you best girlfriend

honestly congratulations

you bagged face of the school and student athlete senior lee heeseung

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! i just thought it looked rly cute and coherent. let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[sherwees]

cw: oral (fem received.), dumbification (both), embarrassing (haechan), corny stuck under the bed scenario, practical smothering from.. *reads from sticky note* ass, dubcon, you're embarrassed by haechan, haechan has a nickname, haechan is a loser.

side note : it was really fun making haechan's name pink for some reason, I got all giggly and this is a makeup for that stupid nonsense haechan drabble from months ago.

apart of the corny nct porn plots series !!

you just couldnt fucking find it!

you searched, high and low and around the town for your fucking keys! your roommate, haechan was just on the couch; ogling at your frantic figure running in and out of rooms. he didn't even move a muscle or say a word of concern, he just gazed.

maybe it was the skirt you wore? I mean, the pink nike dunks you wore were pretty cool too. it was definitely the skirt, the rear of it would raise from the dash of wind from your retreating feet. when you would bend over and he'll get a tiny view of the taunting miniature cherries but once he looked closer, they were actually heart shaped and a few of them were carved with the word, “pink”.

but it'll only be for a second, he always sighed in defeat and you would look back with confusion each time.

you were running back to your room again before your hand reflexed to hold the white doorframe to bring your legs to a collected stop. once you finally processed the miniscule slip of silver from under haechan's bed, you squinted.. searching for your palm tree key charm..

your head angled lower before you noticed the familiar edge of a leaf.

they were your keys!

your heart and feet leaped and bounced with joy into the male's room, mindlessly. falling to your knees, you rub them in anticipation with a bite to your lip. “I finally found them!” you lilted with a sense of relief in your soul but they were too far.. they didn't seem that far before?

“uhm, channie?! can you reach these?” you yelled but silence only answered. mumbling a little curse, you crouch and shove your body into the cramped orifice.

little did you know, he was standing right there. he leaned on the wall quite comically, his face expressed a light smirk as he watched you unconsciously wiggle your ass, shoving yourself in there. he could now see the view of your waistband, there was a slogan of some sort on it but he couldn't make it out, quite yet.

haechan found you beautiful, pretty, vulnerable.. he'll compliment you for every little change just to make you all flustered and stuttering. when he would give you the smallest touch or even a caress and you would nearly collapse to your hinds.

the little things do truly count.

you rolled your eyes, huffing a “whatever,”; dragging it out purposely to make him somehow summon. but he didn't, so now you were stuck to an unfortunate circumstance. you were relieved on the fact that there was nothing but maybe some shoes, dust or jewelry that fallen through the cracks, he was fairly clean..

the base of your spine ached, the charm of your heart necklace dangled against the hardwood; it's clanging setting as a reminder of your special valentine's day outing with your “friend” yangyang, your boobs also uncomfortably bulged out of your bra cups.

the scritch–scratch of your nails reaching for the hook of the key became an obnoxious rhythm that just tantalized you like a game of cat and mouse but the key would just slide further to the other side. I mean you could just get from under the bed and go to the other side, matter of fact, you were able to do that since the beginning but you were already here.

also... you really didn't feel like it.

before your wrist could dislocate from your arm, you sighed and rested the joint. your finger unconsciously brushed the key to the other fucking side. you gotta be serious.

you prayed that if god loved you right now, he'll push that key right into your hand. to your avail, nothing happened and even when you stretched out your hand once more, nothing happened. you tried to scooch your way out, your patella frictioned and crackled against the ground uncomfortably, the heels of your feet couldn't flex to the ground.. were you stuck? oh shit.

you sighed before trying to rub your palms against the ground, attempting to slide yourself out but they only slid against the hardwood because of the sweat and dust collected from the ground.

you shut your eyes, contemplating absolutely everything. why wouldn't he just help you? why didn't you just go to the other side? are you late? what the fuck? are those footsteps? is someone here? there was a deep chuckle, causing your eyes to shoot open. haechan liked when you were scared.. confused, just simply unaware.

“hey! I know you're there!” the toe of your shoes bumped against the ground when you wiggled again, your skirt bunched up once more. the air hitting the backs of your thighs only adding more of a cloudiness to your nausea from the clustered atmosphere. your armpits were sweaty, ruining your attractive long sleeve white crop top.. you were a hot mess in your imagination.

hair clumped with balls of lint and dust that'll take hours to comb out, lip gloss smudged on your top lip along with the sweat clinging to your miniscule mustache hairs, mascara possibly not smudged to your hopes.. you didn't really realize how high your skirt was raised, it felt like it was initially ridden up maybe enough to see the underline of your ass but you were full on mooning haechan.

“can you help me..?” you cut yourself off with a cough. “I'm stuck and it's really.. dusty down here!” you whined, tapping the front of your shoes on the ground. you probably creased them but it's whatever. haechan chuckled lightly before walking over, now he could read the waistbands full slogan: “love pink” in a sewn white cursive.

“oh really?” he had that sarcastic surprising tone to his voice that he always teased you with.

“I'm fucking stuck!” you rebutted immediately, trying to use the palm slide out method from before but it only arched your back more, like a cat; the prominent bulge of your pussy poked out a bit more.. he could even make out the small, smooth bump of your labia. he kneeled beside your struggling figure, your wriggling stopped once you felt his hand massage your lower back, his index tracing along your spine until it rested on your ass cheek.

“relax, I'll help you babe..” he reassured, his hand moving to your hip to maneuver your ass on his swelling crotch. you couldn't help but wince at the heat emanating from his growing erection, “haechan..?” you questioned but it came out like a squeak. his hands squeezed on the backs of your hips, his weight pushing you firmly down. “you're so pretty..” he purred whilst gyrating his erection, the tip coincidentally hitting your clothed clit.

“what are you doing? just help me!” haechan just snickered, you tried to look back but you only had view of his grey sweatpants. “you'll be fine.” he said nonchalantly. his hands moved from your hips and slapped on the floor, his head tilted playfully. his eyes were filled with glee along with his lips that tugged into a mischievous grin that made your insides churn with unease.

“besides, I know you'll love it..” he added on to his tease, setting a light slap on your ass. suddenly, his fingers hooked under your waistband; pushing your cherry embroidered panties to your knees. waves of shivers ran through your body as the cool air hit your sodden, pulsating hole; his eyes zoned on the wetness sheened on your plush pussy lips.

“you're so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he growled, his nose prodded at your clit unexpectedly. his large hands groped your cheeks; a resounding clap echoed throughout the room, “I'll be gentle.” you only whimpered before you screamed at the sensation of his tongue darting into your hole, right at your g-spot.

I mean, he was literally smothering himself in your cheeks. you tried to move away from him but his grip was too tight and he wouldn't let go to your prevail. “haechan~ please..” you mumbled whilst blinking constant tears away, your hands balling into fists. he only responded with a slap to your ass, “did I tell you to speak?” he taunted you with a presumed grin.

his hands traveled up your legs, caressing your thighs until he smushed your buttocks in his face once more; you cringed at the disgusting grunt or moan he let out. his tongue worked relentlessly, probing and teasing the warm muscle with a jarring consistency. your back and calves strained, trying to meet with his tongue but he'll only stay at the shallow end; his fingers ghosted and poked at your clit.

“taste s’fucking good..” he groaned once he pulled away, voice husky with desire and drunk from your delicate juices. your stomach swirled with arousal and a weird tension of pleasure that built up at your clit. his hands moved until the waistline of your shirt to cup your breasts; slapping, pinching and squeezing them with vigor.

haechan couldn't bare the tightness of his pants any longer, the mounts of precum that saturated his underwear wasn't ideal. “tell me you want it.” he demanded hoarsely, moving his hand from your clit to readjust his neglected length. “fuck– you taste so good, princess..” he muttered, smacking your ass once again in that same spot.

the pain was less thrilling, the sensations became sore and irritable and even on your tan skin, his handprint will surely visible. with your jaw laying slack on the ground, a puddle of spit evolved on your cheek and your lips grew dry. your throat was beyond irritated from the speckles of dirt and debris that flew and seemingly attached to the back of your throat in lumps.

there was then a pressure, your body trembled and shook; representing your incoming high. “oh fuck–” you slurred, your fingers clenching and unclenching.. really wishing you could just fucking strangle him. something about this made you enraged but it was quickly over thrown when a harsh stinging rushed through your lower region; the warmth of haechan's tongue far gone causing you to shriek and whine, like a child.

“be patient, babes..” you shut your eyes, somehow finding the energy to bite your lips. the corny pet name threw you off so fucking bad, you then realized.

you were fucking, no.. getting TONGUE fucked by your annoying–borderline–obnoxious–hamster–look–alike roommate. not the sexy–maybe–vampire guy that you planned to go out with, and today was valentine's day! and you were spending it, UNDER A BED, sweating, fucked out, hyperventilating, dust everywhere etc etc..

“what the fuck!” you sobbed in real embarrassment, tears welled up in your eyes. he clicked his tongue in mock frustration, you could imagine his jaw clench; “be embarrassed all you want,— there was a shifting of his fabric against his skin before his pants and underwear presumably fell to the ground with a light thud— but I know you want this..” he rasped whilst tugging at his lengthy cock, eyes boring into your heat.

fuck he wanted to taste you again.

his finger spread your moist lips before he attempted to position himself against your indigent hole but the muscle suctioned around it immediately. “fuck, you're a needy one, huh?” he teased, already you could imagine the shit-eating grin on his face before he shoved his quite.. ample cock into you. your body tensed from the unexpectancy and the pure pleasure that coursed through your veins like you were on crack or something..

“you love this, huh? being treated like a fuckin’ slut..” haechan pestered, his hefty tip nudging against your cervix with every shallow thrust. “aw– fuck, channie.” you heaved, your knees nearly buckled; trying to meet his impetuous thrusts.

haechan's hands gripped your hips once again, his gyrations became shockingly and yet excitingly quicker. the back of your hand (which you now realized) covered your mouth, muffling your moans and sobs; tears free falling from your eyes. his torso sheened with sweat, dripping and accumulating between the connection of your moist skin. “oh– fuck please..” you muttered, your tongue slightly lolled out at the familiar pressure building between your legs.

haechan's thrusts of his cock only quickened at the familiar pulsations of your walls, a long groan launching from his throat. “keep– fuck–” his tender bottom lip popped out from his teeth once he stopped his thrusts abruptly; a slip of his precum leaked out of your hole. he was trying to keep his composure but

holy shit.

he eventually resumed, trying to totally keep it together which was totally not working. your beautiful whines, cries and pleads threw him off so bad and your fucking pussy was like.. like..? he couldn't even fucking explain it. “I-I wanna cum inside of you–” he pleaded, he bit his lip and held back a sigh from his embarrassing comment.

“then fucking do it!” you remarked with a whiny pitch to your tone and an unintentional clench. haechan was overcame by that small ministration and took your comment seriously and came immediately, letting out a guttural groan before pulling out. haechan now noticed his bedside mirror, the reflection of him had ruddy cheeks, pupils dilated and plump raw lips. he tried to convince himself that wasn't him. damn he was a loser and he came too fast.

but meanwhile, you laid slack. in shock, confusion and regret; that was such a fucking waste of time. at least you tried convincing yourself that, but you were free! you realized once you slid yourself from under the bed, haechan's back was slumped once he looked at your face; similar to his.

why the fuck did he start crying? before you could even process, you were in his warm embrace. his semi-hard cock laid between your abdomen's uncomfortably, he was mumbling and blabbering about how it was embarrassing that you were his first time and how he didn't even make you cum and how he came too fast and hyperventilating about SEX.

but it's whatever.

“we could always try again..” you clarified, pulling away from him slightly.

he was kinda cute when you noticed his puffy lips and cheeks before the snot running from his nose, he sniffled.

“wait really..?” he asked, eyes filled with wonder and relief.

“yes, really..” he smiled along with you, your heart fucking bursted.. he was so adorable.

“yay! teamwork makes the dream work!”

😽 😽

[headkiss]

anna <3 honey <3 hiii <3 i have a request if you’re up for it?

inspired by your latest shy!reader x eddie fic where it’s her first day at hawkins high— shy!reader being all heart eyes for eddie who pretty much worships the ground she walks on but somehow is oblivious to her feelings even though he flirts constantly just to see her get flustered. he doesn’t notice she’s only all sweet and giggly and nervous around him, though. she’s generally extremely shy so eddie figures that’s why, but it’s truly because she’s head over heels for him 🥹 a cutesy friends to lovers

harmonia my love !!! thank u sm for requesting i hope u like it this one’s for u <333 (the other shy!reader blurb) | 0.7k of fluff and shy!reader

You walk the unfamiliar halls in search of your next class. So far, unsuccessfully.

There’s a debate in your head: is it more embarrassing to be late to your class because you couldn’t find it, or to ask for directions like you’re a tourist in a new city?

You figure that embarrassing yourself in front of a class full of people is much, much worse than just one person. The next part is just figuring out who to ask.

Deciding to avoid any groups (even looking at them makes your heartbeat jump a little), you scan the hall for anyone that looks approachable.

For some reason, you land on the boy with long, dark curls and a tattoo of bats on his forearm. Yeah, super approachable. He’s alone, leaning next to what you’re guessing is his open locker.

You force your feet to carry you towards him.

“Sorry, could you maybe tell me where English is?”

“Wha- oh.” Eddie turns around to find you, a face he's never seen—a pretty one, at that—talking to him of all people. “Hi. Yeah, why don’t I walk you?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

Your voice is soft, quiet enough that Eddie probably wouldn’t have heard you if he wasn’t so focused on listening.

“Who’s your teacher?” You tell him, and he smiles, “me too. See, I’m going there anyway. It’s no problem.”

It’s then that you’re hit with the realization of how attractive he is. His eyes and the lashes that frame them, the smile that’s extra sweet compared to his style, the guitar pick that hangs from a chain around his neck.

The best you can do then is nod, untucking your hair from behind your ears to try and hide your face.

“So, why’d you move to Hawkins?” He asks, shutting his locker and nodding for you to follow him.

“Um, for my mom’s work.”

“Yeah? Do you like it here?”

“It’s different.”

You stick to short answers, not because you don’t want to give him better ones, but because you’re terrified of doing something you’ll kick yourself over for days.

“That’s one way of putting it,” he says, sending you a wink.

You laugh softly, a girlish giggle. It’s music to his ears, and he plans to draw the sound from you again and again.

You nod, looking down at your feet in the silence that follows, unsure how to fill the gaps. In your distraction, you bump shoulders with someone. A boy, probably an athlete, because it’s enough to knock you into Eddie.

He holds your upper arm gently to steady you, his hand warm, his rings cool.

“Sorry,” you say quickly.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. You okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

Despite your answer he keeps his hand where it is. He’s not dragging you along, nor is his hold tight. It’s so soft that you peek down at your shoes again to hide the look on your face.

Eddie thinks he might have dreamt you up. You in your sweet dress and mary-janes. You with a small smile he wants to see widen. He thinks you’re adorable, and he plans to keep talking if only to make you cutely flustered again.

He drops his hand from your arm when you make it to the door of your classroom to hold an arm out welcoming you inside. You miss the warmth of it.

You sit down at the back of the class, in the corner closest to the windows, hoping it’s not somebody else’s spot.

Eddie follows you and sits atop of your desk until the bell rings.

The teacher walks in and seems to notice Eddie’s presence right away, “Munson, what are you doing in my class?”

“I thought you had this class?” You whisper. He sends you a wink in return.

“Just visiting, sir,” he says, standing up and letting the attention fall on him. He can tell you’d be uncomfortable if it was on you more than it already is as a new student. Besides, he’s used to it, even if it’s usually in a negative way.

“Get to your own class, won't you?”

Eddie salutes, strolling to the door seemingly without a care at all. You watch him the whole time, and just before he turns the corner, he looks over his shoulder and smiles at you.

Did he really lie about being in your class just so you’d let him walk you? You sink down in your chair and smile at your desk.

[eli0004]

Armin Arlert NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: sub!Armin x Reader

Warnings: heavy kink, mentions of body image insecurity and jealousy, subspace, msub, kink, cum play and pure filth bc Armin is a kinky fuck, mentions of porn.

[A/N: Another one down! It took a while but I’m pretty pleased. Feedback is always appreciated!]

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Slumped. He’s boneless and pliable, he drags himself to lay on top of you in search of your praise and affection. He’ll keen and shyly bury his face in your chest when you tell him how good he did and how pretty he looked doing it.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Armin likes your legs. He’s a leg man, but he likes every part of you truthfully. He likes to lay on your thighs while you pet his hair, and he’ll slowly start to kiss over your skin. He likes your hands, and often imagines them around his throat or your fingers inside of him while he’s watching you do everyday tasks.

Armin likes almost nothing about himself. He has some body image issues, which calls for some praise and worship if you ask me. Someone’s got to show this boy he’s beautiful.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Armin is a little freaky, it goes without saying. He’s a bit of a cum slut. He likes when you make him shoot his load all over his tummy, he likes when you dip your fingers into it and pop them in his mouth.

He cums in large amounts, it all but pours out of him like a faucet. It’s not thick or super gooey, mostly thin and watery. It gets everywhere if he isn’t careful in aiming.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Armin is a pillow humper, he gets excited and can’t help but stuff his pillow between his legs to grind into it softly. I mentioned this in another post, but all that soft stimulation makes him extremely sensitive to deliberate touching, and he will cum in seconds, shaking and crying the first few times you get your hands on him.

Just wait until he starts sending you videos of himself hugging a plushy or pillow between his thighs, hunched over and trembling as he rubs the head of his cock against the fabric, soaking it in his release. 🤤

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

None at all. Absolute virgin. Armin hasn’t even so much as had a first kiss when he meets you, not because he’s undesirable, but because he’s awkward. He doesn’t know how to talk to people he finds attractive, if you’re in a relationship with him it’s likely because you’d known each other a long while.

But it doesn’t take long after the first kiss for him to start fantasizing about touching, being touched, and though he likely won’t initiate, he’s delighted when your make out sesh finally leads to grinding and slipping hands under clothes.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Armin likes classic missionary when he’s feeling romantic, prone bone and doggy (both giving and taking)

He loves the Amazon position, and I think this one was the pipeline to his obsession with pegging.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

The first few times are giggly and awkward, but the more comfortable he is with you, the more he loses himself in the pleasure. His eyes glaze over and he gets weepy and whiny, but he does smile a lot when he’s feeling extra good

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It honestly depends. Most of the time he keeps it trimmed, and every now and again he will shave it bare, but a day or two later he’s complaining about the prickly feeling and going on about how he’ll never do it again. It never gets out of control though, he would easily become self conscious of it if he let it get too long.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He likes it rough, but that’s not to say he isn’t intimate. He’s a hand holder, he likes to cling onto you and press himself into your skin as close as he can get. He smacks his lips against yours in messy, sloppy kisses while he moans into your mouth. Praise makes him throb just as easily as degradation, he’s such a good boy, and he looks at you like you’re his lifeline.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If you’re not with him and he’s suddenly horny, he’s stuffing his hand down his sweats in an instant. Several times a day if he’s feeling extra needy, and he likes to take his time with it, slow strokes with one hand while the other massages his balls.

He has an oral fixation, so he’ll suck on his fingers and imagine they’re yours, and sometimes he’ll kick his legs up when he’s feeling kinky and bring his fingers down to dip past his rim for some extra stimulation.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Pegging- and really anything anal related. When Armin discovered prostate orgasms his life was changed. He says they feel stronger, like a full body experience. He has such a cute ass too, it’s a treat to be behind him while he’s taking it face down in the bed.

Degradation and humiliation- he wants to feel like he’s less than you, just your toy to play with, and to destroy when you’re angry.

Bondage- Armin loves to be restrained and rendered helpless, blindfolded, gagged. It really sells the “I’m your toy” act.

Dirty filthy talk- the vulgarity that comes out of this sweet angel faced boy’s mouth will have your head spinning. “Use me, fuck me, come on, harder” and “I want you to _insert the most insanely filthy thing you can imagine_”.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Everywhere and anywhere within the walls of your home. The kitchen making dinner, the bathroom on his knees, giving you head like a good boy while you get ready, on the couch watching a movie, in the laundry room on top of the washer. Anywhere is free game, he’s always yours when you want him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Everything? Your lips, your eyes, your hands, your voice. The fact that you look at him and want him like that in the first place. The way you look doing household chores, the firmness and unwavering confidence in your voice when you send back your burger because you asked for no pickles. Armin is enchanted by you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s not much he would say no to once he’s comfortable with you. If you bring a new idea to him he often meets it with genuine enthusiasm and curiosity, and knowing you’re thirsting for him enough to want to find new things to do to and with him gets him excited as it is.

If I had to choose something, I’d say aside from public sex, things like sounding make him a little nervous but it’s not a hard no. Age play is a hard no and the idea of cuckholding makes him violently jealous.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man eats pussy like it’s his last meal on death row. He takes munch to a whole other level, breakfast lunch and dinner, Armin is always ready to bury his face between your thighs. He’d happily suffocate himself between your folds, and die very, very contented. Almost all of his fantasies revolve around your thighs caging around his head, gazing up at you through long lashes while you praise him softly.

He’s good at sucking dick too if you’re amab, for a man with very little to no experience, he’ll have you questioning everything you thought you knew about him. No gag reflex, he probably taught himself how to turn it off just for giving head. He’ll happily let you fuck his face of course, he’s quite the masochist.

Armin doesn’t care much if you want to go down on him. He’ll let you touch him however you wish, but he’d much rather be the one putting his mouth to work. He gets so drunk off your sounds and your fingers carding through his soft hair, he’ll start grinding up against the nearest surface just for a bit of friction.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Baby likes it rough, especially if he’s the one taking it. If he can form coherent sentences, you’re not fucking him hard enough. He wants to be reduced to a crying, drooling mess, especially when he’s been stressed out recently. There are definitely times when he prioritizes romance and sensuality, but Armin loves a mean dom, and it shows.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Absolutely yes, all the time. He’s so sensitive anyway, if you aren’t trying to drag it out he can and will cum in minutes. While he isn’t too fond of public sex, he definitely enjoys the thrill of a time limit. Bend him over or give him a quick suck while you’re cooking, a quick morning fuck before you leave for work. He says likes a challenge, but it’s not really a challenge to get him shaking underneath you in 5.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

It depends on the risk you’re wanting to take. He’s terrified to get caught in public, so there’s no way he’d willingly agree to that, but he’s pretty kinky, so within the walls of your bedroom there isn’t much he wouldn’t do to please you. Especially if it’s something Emasculating or embarrassing, humiliation gets him off embarrassingly fast. This means things like feminization, pet play (making him eat out of a bowl or sit in a dog crate), chastity, cum eating, guided masturbation, pain play, and even omarashi (to an extent) are all on the table.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This boy has endless stamina it seems, he can go and go and go for hours on end. When he’s extra needy, his erections won’t really even start going down until the 2nd or third time he cums. He loves overstimulation, even though he’ll cry and whine and say it’s too much.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Probably…more than likely, he owns some of his own. Bullet vibes, pocket pussies, vibrating rings, etc. I’m sure he doesn’t use all of them himself, but probably collects them in hopes you’ll get curious and use them on him. Especially the rings; he knows he cums quickly, so he’ll try anything with the hopes to draw the experience out as long as possible.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He absolutely would never, unless he’s having a day where he wants it rough and messy. Mostly, Armin lives and breathes to be praised, he would mindlessly agree with whatever you asked of him just to hear the words “good boy”. He just falls into the roll of your sweet little submissive so easily.

To be teased, is a different story entirely. Edge him over and over, ghost your fingertips over his skin, go in for a kiss and watch his eyes flutter shut in anticipation, only to pull away and leave him confused. He loves to be reduced to desperate tears.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Shamelessly loud. I wrote in one of my headcannon posts that you could never discreetly have sex with Armin. He gets far too lost in the experience to really be aware of what noises he’s making or how loud he’s making them, but luckily you can quiet him down and satisfy his oral fixation by stuffing his mouth full of your fingers.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Armin has wet dreams a lot. He doesn’t dream every night, but when he does, 60% of his dreams are about sex. You can always tell because he’s so spacey the next morning, thinking about what happened in his dream. Sometimes he really wants to tell you about them in hopes to recreate them, but he gets too shy and backs out.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Armin isn’t big by any means, about 5 and 1/2 inches with a pretty, soft pink tip. He doesn’t curve, but when he’s fully hard, it points upward at a nice angle. Extremely sensitive, even a breath of air makes him twitch. It’s so cute too, the way it throbs and twitches against his belly when he’s laying there all horny and excited for you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Armin isn’t just a closet pervert, he’s the closet pervert. Absolutely insatiable, he has sex on the brain morning and night and every minute in between. You cannot lie down horizontally together without him getting all hard and needy. I believe @ambassadorarlert wrote in one of their posts that his twitter saves are full of porn, and I second this, bby is into some wild things.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The second he lays his head down and you start brushing through his hair with your fingers, praising him for how good he did and how well he listened, Armin is knocked tf out and probably won’t be up until noon tomorrow. He can’t help it, his balls are drained and he’s being doted on, what more could a man want?

[writingjourney]

Hey there! I’m not sure if you take requests, but I saw that others do and you are my favorite so far. 😅 I have some pretty nasty skinned up knees because I fell yesterday, totally embarrassing myself in front of a bunch of clients! I was wondering if you could write a short Copia/reader fic that would give me a way better story for my skinned knees. (Papa or Cardinal!) 😂

on your knees | papa emeritus iv x gn!reader

I can most certainly give you a more thrilling story for those skinned knees 👀 I chose Papa because who wouldn't like to fall to their knees for the antipope?

content: 1.3k words, gn!reader, alcohol mention, biting, semi-public blowjob, spit kink, choking mention, taint tickling, he gets whimpery, blood/minor injury, papas tight-ass pants

Masterlist – Ao3 link

You are both a little tipsy, the warm, giggly kind that has you clinging to each other as you stumble across the street. Copia’s arm is slung around your shoulder, gloved fingers spread over your upper arm in an attempt to keep you steady. You still feel all warm inside after your dinner date in town, the walk home taking you twice as long as you stop for needy kisses every few steps. By the time you reach the abbey’s courtyard, you’re both out of breath.

“Mhm, I want you so much, amore,” Copia whispers into your ear as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. His free hand slowly crawls from your hip to your ass where he squeezes the soft flesh appreciatively. Your fingers search for his but before you can link them together he grabs your hand and brings it to his crotch with a moan. “I’m so hard for you.”

You shudder at the feeling of his cock in your palm, only separated by the strained fabric of his pants that allows his heat to radiate into your skin. His lips trail from your cheekbone down to your jaw where he gently nibbles before pressing another wet kiss to your mouth.

“Be careful or I bite back,” you whisper as you break away, squeezing his cock until it jumps in your hand.

“Oh, do you, my little vampire?” His teeth graze your skin from your lips down to your chin where he bites down gently. “Care to show your Papa?”

“Mhm.”

You reach for his hand and pull him further along until you find a dark spot at the edge of the courtyard, the abbey’s high stone walls casting deep shadows over your bodies. Your shared giggles echo in the hollow between buildings as you both stumble over your uncoordinated limbs. Copia’s back crashes into the wall and takes you with it so fast that your knees give out. The momentum gives your drop more speed than anticipated and you connect with the cobblestone in a painful crunch.

“Ow, amore, your knees,” Copia exclaims, trying to pull you up again.

“‘m fine,” you say, shaking off his hand as well as the pain. “I’m just where I need to be.”

“Are you s– Ahhhh.”

His question is interrupted by you pressing your mouth to his cock, growling playfully as you bring it between your teeth. You close them just the tiniest bit, a kitten bite really, and Copia chuckles under his breath. One of his gloved hands strokes your hair, the other lovingly caressing your jaw. You nuzzle the tent in his pants for a moment, take in the smell of his arousal as you feel him twitching against your face. With practiced fingers you open his belt and zipper, a little more clumsily than usual in your tipsy excitement. After he forwent his underwear to fit into the tightest pants he owns, his semi-hard cock springs out immediately. Your mouth is watering at the sight, a needy throb vibrating through your lower body when you press your cheek to his length. The burning pain in your knees is pushed to the back of your mind as you look at your Papa through heavy eyelids, allowing him to admire you.

“Che bellezza,” he whispers, cradling your other cheek in his gloved hand. “Seeing you on your knees for your Papa, amore. Hold out your hand, sì?”

You do as he says, stretching your hand skyward. Copia’s tongue works inside of his painted cheeks, the black lines shifting back and forth before he spits into your palm.

“Go on,” he says. “Don’t tease.”

You look up at him, watching his expression darken as you spit into your hand as well. The tight lines on his face melt in pleasure as you wrap your fist around his cock, spreading your combined spit over his length and stroking him to full hardness. You press a gentle kiss to his tip, lapping up the pearls of precum that drip from his slit and onto your lips. At the contact he sighs, pushing his hand in your hair for a better hold on your head.

“Amore–” he warns. “I said no– ohhh.”

You fully wrap your lips around him, letting him slide in so deep that he chokes on his words when you hollow out your cheeks. His grip on your hair tightens until his tugs are almost painful and you blink up at him, watching his eyes roll back in his head. The corners of your mouth twitch at the sight. He’s already whimpering and moaning, always so needy, so eager for any warm hole he can get. You can feel his cock flexing as you gently cup his balls and give them more room over the tightness of his pants. When you slowly move your head back and forth, keeping your tongue pressed to the veiny underside of his cock, he shallowly rocks his hips to meet your rhythm. 

It doesn’t take a lot to turn him into a mess. You slide your fingers over his taint with gentle but persistent pressure and take him in as deep as you can. He keens when you swallow around him, pushing your head into his groin until you choke. Spit runs down the corners of your mouth and drips from his cock to your chin.

“So good,” he whispers. “So good, amore. K-keep going. ‘m so close, s-so close.”

He’s anything but quiet, not that you mind, as he continues to ramble in between moans. You only take a few seconds of respite to breathe before you suck at his tip, using your hand to pump the rest of him between spit-slick fingers. His hips buck involuntarily, fingers so tight in your hair that the lingering pain in your knees fades in contrast. All it takes is for you to moan around him and the vibrations push him over the edge. His cock is twitching helplessly as thick ropes of cum shoot into your mouth and trickle down your throat. 

Copia groans into the quiet vacuum of the night around you, his eyes glazed over in bliss as he gazes down at you. When he finds you staring at his slack-jawed face, he loosens his grip on your head. As soon as you know he’s watching, you swallow all that he had to give and lick him clean until he whimpers in overstimulation.

“Amore, cuore mio,” he whispers, wiping some of the spit and cum from the corners of your mouth before his thumb pushes between your lips. “You always make your Papa feel so good. So generous, my baby.”

You smile and lick his thumb clean, nibbling at it for a moment until he chuckles. You press a kiss to each of his knuckles, then, the leather soft and warm against your lips before you use his hand to slowly pull yourself up. Copia helps you and gently cradles you against his solid chest until you can properly stand on your own again. He leans in for a soft kiss to your mouth, his ragged exhales brushing over your face until your lips meet. In the meantime, you carefully tuck his softening dick back into his pants and zip them up.

“Now, let me see your knees,” he says and you step back on wobbly legs.

It still hurts like a bitch and you can feel the wetness of blood seeping into the ripped fabric at your joints, some leftover gravel stuck in the softer skin around it that you have to clean out. From the outside it looks half as bad, but you know that once your pants come off, the sight won’t be pleasant.

“We have to get you inside now and clean this, amore,” Copia says with with a pained expression on his face before he presses a featherlight kiss to your forehead. “And then I will make sure this was worth it, eh?”

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed – kudos, comments, rbs etc are as always much appreciated ♡

Masterlist – my Ao3

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hear me out : charles and the camboy au <3

just imagine he’s subconsciously looking out for your user in every stream- you’re one of the few who’s been watching since the beginning or something- and he always gets so happy and giggly when he finds you in the chat!! he knows he’ll always find you, because you’d never miss a stream!! you’ll always be there to shower him in praise through the chat, so he always wants to please you the most <3

idk if I did this right for the camboy au but I had fun :) have a good day/ night!! lots of love , 🎀 <3

AMAZING!! Honestly I have missed discussing the camboy au so so much!! The camboy au and the d/s au are the two I have really really missed writing about.

So I think Charles always searching for your username in the stream would start because you somehow just always know exactly what to say to him? When he first started out, not only was he really nervous but he'd also let what people said in the stream to really affect him?

As we all know, Charles is the sweetest subby darling and he just wants to be treated softly and kindly, like the little princess he is. But of course, many of the people who watch his streams don't want to treat him like that. They call him slut and whore and make demeaning demands and treat him like a piece of meat. Charles is smart enough to go along with it, because he knows this is a job and that letting them do that is the best way to make money. But that's not to say it doesn't affect him.

So when he would look down at the screen and see your username, always saying the nicest things and calling him exactly what he wants? It's amazing. In fact sometimes he wouldn't let himself cum until you asked him to? He ignored when all the others told him to, because they weren't nice to him, they didnt make him feel all warm and fuzzy.

And so when you ask for a private cam session a few months later.... well Charles is just overjoyed. He buys new lingerie just for you, because he knows he will enjoy the session so much. And he's so right.

To be honest Charles feels like he should be paying you. You spend the hour instructing him, praising him and telling him exactly how to fuck himself and touch himself and it's like a dream come true. The first time, he only hears your voice, doesn't actually see your face but it doesn't matter at all. Your voice drives him absolutely insane.

Pretty soon he gives you a weekly private session at a discounted rate and they are always the highlight of his week. And he always goes over the hour limit. You always remind him when the hour is over, and he doesn't care cause he's having such a good time.

Especially after he's cum and he's feeling all soft and floaty and you're calling him cute and telling him about your day and he just... god he wants to crawl through the screen and cuddle up in your arms so bad.

Maybe this eventually turns into Charles as your sugar baby?

(We have to continue this, I fear I may be obsessed)

[cuupidsss]

Can I request an sbg x fem reader one-shot who has the powers of winter from aespa's new Supernova mv in the phantom world, but the drawback is that she gets sick and vomits blood + she has lucky girl syndrome (which means she's lucky asf)

Or

A sbg x gn reader who is like emu otori from wonderlandxshowtime and she is the captain of the dance team + and has the fighting technique of mizuki just search up "mizuki wrestler" on tiktok.

I’m doing the second one because I’m inlove with the cute theme soo.. hope you like it ^_^

— I also added the lucky girl syndrome for this cause it fits a little, I would take your first request but it takes SO MUCH more research, I’ll find a time to do it though. ❤️

How could they truly react to you? When they had first met you their first impressions went well to say the least. You were bubbly and expressive and now or less extroverted. You were giggly aswell and it was hard to deny how you were a little ditzy sometimes.

Everyday at school you were always in a good mood, they never caught you in a bad one. At first when the phantom realm thing started they thought that it didn’t happen to you. They didn’t see you for the first or second time they went, it confused them, it truly did. You went to the sorrel weed house to? So how come it didn’t affect you.

They soon came to realize that was not the case. They saw you one day, running towards them and waving. Ashlyn was the first to react, it was only a couple minutes into the second day and you were just so happy to be here? Taylor ran towards you and you both hugged, even though you all aren’t close. Tyler and Ben were more or less standing awkwardly but Tyler looked a little upset. Aiden was just being.. Aiden? He was asking you some dumb questions and poking you. Logan looked concerned but everyone was overall okay.

You were really tired, you rubbed your eyes as they asked and harassed you with their concerned. You gave them a odd face and just shrugged.

“I don’t know! Lol?” You said with a little smile, they all suddenly had straight faces and Taylor giggled at how lost you sounded. “Those blob things were scary though!” You sounded so shocked, but not scared… at all.

You guys had been going to the realm for a couple days after this silly incident and they hadn’t really seen you fight, they all figured you couldn’t, Ashlyn decided that you guys might aswell see her parents to train. It could benefit all of you.

They were shocked, very shocked. ON HOW YOU REFUSED. Why didn’t you want to do it? It would literally benefit all of them. Tyler had the most negative reaction.

“Come on, this would help all of us! You’ll just drag us down if you can’t defend yourself!” He said something like that, practically saying you were dead weight if you couldn’t be of use. It didn’t hurt you to much, you knew what he meant to say and yet it didn’t affect you.

You decided to tell them you would accompany them, and accompany you did. When they asked one more time if you wanted to take your turn at getting your ass beat you said.

“No thank you!” And smiled sheepishly, “I already have sports I do like wrestling, I don’t need to learn anymore stuff!” The whole group went silent.

“Why didn’t you tell us that before?” Tyler asked. You didn’t hear him very well, it sounded like mumbling.

“Huh? What was-“ “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US THAT BEFORE?” His reaction was sort of funny, but you just kind of stood there all silly and blinked sheepishly.

You and Aiden get along pretty well, but you’ve had your creative differences.

“I think it’ll look better like this!” You said, showing him the show outfit idea for your next match.

“I think you should add a bow on the chest part, like a glitter force character!” He said nonchalantly as you groaned..

“Okay, should I add glitter?” You asked, your eyes lighting up, he quickly agreed. You got for work on it immediately.

They’ve come to a couple of your wrestling matches, you joined the school club. The club wasn’t separated by genders so imagine their suprise when you took down some guy who was much taller than you with little to no effort. After the match when you met up with them the first thing you said was;

“This uniform they make us wear is so not cute! Or comfy for that matter, they only let me put some sweatpants over the bottoms. And the bottoms are so tight!” You just raged about the uniform, you looked like a sad puppy, but they you brightened up again, “were you all impressed?”

“Why don’t you do this stuff in the phantom realm?” Taylor asked with a dumbstruck face as you mimicked her and everyone went silent. Ashlyn stared at you before sighing and dismissing Taylor’s question after looking at your face.

You and Ashlyn are close aswell. The grumpy, quiet and observant with the cute, playful, ditzy one was your guys favorite stereotype. Or at least yours..?

You two are complete opposites but go so well together, the only thing she has to complain about is how you can be so, so clueless.

���What do you think, (name)?” You blinked at Ashlyn’s question and made a weird face.

“About what?” You asked scratching your neck. She stared at you for a minute befor asking;

“Are you serious?” They had just been talking about the plan and you had missed so much of it. Besides that encounter you guys get along swell.

Taylor? Taylor is your girl. Your go to bestie, your number one. She gets you, she really gets you.

“Do you like my outfit? It’s for wrestling! I have a match tonight!” She marveled at your presented outfit, you had all been hanging out at your house and you wanted to personally show Taylor your outfit, in your room while the others hangout downstairs.

“It’s so cute? How is that for wrestling?” She says, messing with the bow that Aiden insisted you add. “The bow is cute.” You deadpan.

“Yeah it’s cute I guess.” You say blushing cockily, you flip your hair dramatically as you both burst out into giggles.

Now, Logan? Logan, Logan, Logan.. how did you approach this one? Well he was a little intimidated by you, you were so bubbly, loud and creative that he just couldn’t get over how overwhelming you are.

“Logan!” You said, hugging him it was early morning and you had gotten to school early, you didn’t take the bus. You saw Logan just standing off to the side awkwardly. At first he was always put off by your affectionate nature, also how nice you were.

“(Name)?” He said, slightly hugging you back. He had seemed to have gotten used to it. It were times like now that he appreciated your personality. Ben came up beside you two and waved, you and Logan had already stopped hugging as you waved at Ben.

Ben was sweet, really sweet. When you had met Ben you were a little put off. He was kind of awkward around you, but he was also really nice to you. He never spoke, unlike you, but you seemed to get used to it just like Logan got used to you. One day you both were in the realm and you had beaten the shit out of some globs, as you like to call them. You had scrapped your ankle when you all had booked it t safety.

“Thanks Ben.” You whispered to him, while everyone conversed. He had wrapped your ankle neatly for you, you couldn’t help but smile at his generosity. He looked at you before nodding and turning his attention back to the group. He was really just shy, or was he?

Tyler was a special case. I don’t think he’d ever get used to how peppy you are. Your kind of like Aiden, it annoys him to think that.

“Tylerrrr!” You said, trying to get his attention by poking him. You guys were at lunch, you were sitting at the table together and today you had sat next to him. He had to breath in before giving you a look.

“What?” He said before looking back at his plate.

“Are you gonna eat that?“ you said, looking at his extra soda he got from the vending machine. He looked at it, he was gonna save it for his next couple classes but.. he handed it to you, without even thinking. Why didn’t he think? He just gave it to you? You took it great fully, that’s where your guys mural friendship started.

You still scare them sometimes, everyone gets scared by how reckless you are, going into battle without a second thought is dangerous. You somehow NEVER get hurt other then the ankle thing. It literally shocks them.

One time you fell out of a tree you and Aiden were messing around in and you landed on Ashlyn perfectly. You could’ve gotten hurt but you somehow landed on her in the perfect position.. how the freaky deeky?

Another extremely lucky moment was when you guys were on top of a large building and you fell off only to land on one of the window sills, somehow? Taylor had to find that window and pull you through it.

Another time you were fighting a phantom and you jumped off of a fucking refrigerator and landed your feet hit directly on top of its head as it was WALKING PAST so it was still moving!

They have never seen someone so damn lucky.

“Do you have something that makes you so lucky?” Taylor asks and suddenly everyone else started asking too.

“Yeah, even Aiden isn’t that lucky.” Ashlyn barged into the conversation.

“She’s just stupid.” Tyler says and Logan silently laughs. Ben. Sighs at the insult before you pipe up.

“I guess you could call me lucky man!” You’d say, like you’ve discovered a new species.

“Your a female.” Aiden correct.

—

That’s all I have, sorry I’m lazy and tired tday lol

[starry-night-author]

HEHE i got so giggly and hyped to see you write #19!!! 🥺 I LOOOVE how you depicted suoervillain, gg!!!

AAAA TSYM!!!! Here's the second part :0-

Prompt #19 (Pt. 2)

(Part 1)

The team of heroes spent the entire day searching the stretch of city, and were unable to find a single thing that could be any clue to Supervillain's specific whereabouts. They spent hours wandering through streets and alleys, and they were all exhausted and sore by the day's end.

"They probably left as soon as they saw us coming," Other Hero grumbled. "Who says we go home?"

Part of Hero wanted to believe Supervillain had stayed, maybe so they could finally talk. Maybe once they'd seen Hero and Other Hero together again, they'd want to come out of hiding and explain what was going on.

No such luck yet.

Another hero in their team checked their watch. "If we don't find them, we can't go back for another thirty minutes."

"And what are we supposed to do until then?" Other Hero snapped. They'd been irritable all day, and Hero couldn't blame them.

"...Search?" Said another Hero.

"We've looked everywhere." Argued a third.

"We haven't if we haven't found them!" Someone else pointed out. Their tone was cheery, trying to keep spirits up. "Come on, let's just search this last group of buildings, then we can go back."

With various sighs and grumbles- most of them coming from Other Hero- the team continued through the more unkempt part of town. Hardly anyone lived here, it was mostly full of abandoned buildings and unused and dirty parks.

Their search brought them to a narrow alley, they had to go three at a time in order to fit. Water dripped from moldy pipes, pooling on the cobblestone floor in rancid puddles. Hero stuck close to Other Hero, their hand tightly gripped in theirs.

They were nearly to the end of the alley when Hero spotted something. A small, odd vent in the brick wall of one of the buildings, spray painted over.

Which wasn't very unusual, there was graffiti all over everything around here, but Hero still drew up short.

"Hero?" Other Hero asked, looking back at them. "What is it?"

"That's them," Hero said quietly, nodding at the vent.

"How do you know?" Another hero asked from behind them.

Hero didn't answer, looking up at Other Hero, noting the recognition in their eyes. Other Hero saw it too.

Spray painted on the vent was the image of a light green hummingbird. Outside Hero's favorite animal, and their favorite color.

"It's them." Other Hero said decisively. "Who wants to go down there first?"

Other Hero set up a system, sending two heroes down into the vent first, crawling through to see what they could find. Two more heroes would be positioned at the mouth of the vent in case they needed help, and two more- Hero and Other Hero- would stay on either side of the vent, just in case Supervillain wasn't home and came back while they were searching.

The first two heroes entered the vent, it was just wide enough for them to crawl side by side. There came various exclimations of disgust about how gross the vent was, but they still continued, rounding a corner.

Then there came the sound of screams that abruptly cut off.

The four heroes in the alley all shared a terrified glance.

"Hello?" One of the other heroes called back in. "Are you guys alright?"

Nothing.

Hero was shaking.

Supervillain wouldn't have hurt them, would they? They were old coworkers, friends, they wouldn't turn to the evil side so completely, right?

Or was the Outside Hero that Hero had known completely gone?

"S-should we go check on them?" Another of the other heroes asked. "Or should we call the agency?"

"Given the agency's patterns I doubt they'll help." Other Hero grumbled. "Last week's debacle is an example if there ever was one. You two go help, Hero and I can see if we can get in contact."

The heroes nodded, and disappeared into the vent.

As before, they rounded the corner, screamed, and vanished.

Hero was really panicking now, crouching in front of the vent and watching for any sign of what'd happened to them. But it was no use, they couldn't see around the corner.

"What do we do?" Hero asked shakily, looking up at Other Hero.

Other Hero was frustratedly pressing buttons on their phone the agency had issued them. "There's no signal," they grumbled. "I can't get a message back."

"Well we can't just leave them!" Hero exclaimed.

"I know, I know." Other Hero looked at them. "Here's what we'll do. I'll go down there to see what I can figure out, you go back to headquarters a-"

"No!" Hero jumped to their feet. "You said you wouldn't leave me!"

"I'm not, Hero." Other Hero took a step towards them. "I promise I'm not. But in case things go wrong we need someone-"

"I'm not leaving you here." Hero stood their ground, their arms tight at their sides. "If- if something happens, I can't lose you too."

They couldn't bear losing Other Hero, and they couldn't bear the thought that perhaps Outside Hero would be the cause of their death. That their best friend could turn on them like that so completely.

Other Hero gave a deep sigh. "Fine. But stay behind me. Promise?"

"Promise," Hero nodded.

Other Hero dropped to their knees, wasting no time to crawl into the vent. Though it was wide enough for the two of them to fit together, Hero followed what Other Hero had said and stayed just behind them.

The vent was gross, and within seconds Hero's hands and knees were coated in dark grime. Wrinkling their nose, they tried their hardest not to breathe too deeply as the vent stunk as well.

"If this is the entrance to their lair wouldn't there be better upkeep on it?" Hero asked, momentarily pausing to inspect their already filthy palms.

"Who knows," Other Hero shrugged. "Now stay here, I'm going to go around the bend."

Hero nodded, sitting back slightly on their shins. "Be careful."

"I will." Other Hero glanced back at them over their shoulder. "I'll see you in a moment."

With that they cautiously crawled around the corner, carefully placing their hands and knees. Hero could see how tense they were, ready to flight or flee at any given second.

The moment the last of them had disappeared around the corner, Hero heard them scream.

The sound cut off seconds later, and rather abruptly.

"Other Hero!" Hero shouted, starting forward. Rounding the corner, they saw that the vent in front of them was completely empty.

There was no sign of where Other Hero had gone, nor that they'd been there in the first place.

"O-Other Hero?" Hero called, their voice shaky. They leaned forward on their knees, waving their arm out into the passage ahead and quickly retreating it.

No trap was triggered.

"Other Hero!" Hero shouted again, slowly and cautiously moving forward. Gingerly placing one hand, then a knee, then the other hand, and the other knee, slowly slowly moving forward. "Other Hero!"

Still nothing. Where were they?

Swallowing down the panic, Hero continued down the vent. They were shaking so badly they could barely keep themself up, placing one trembling hand after another.

They hadn't made it very far when the floor suddenly dropped out from beneath them.

Hero screamed as they plummeted, looking up just in time to see the panel of the vent that had broken beneath them now closing up above them. They were in the air for hardly a second before they landed heavily on something soft.

Hero clutched to it for a second, eyes wide as they caught their breath.

Well, that explained why everyone had disappeared suddenly. There was a trap door in the vent.

But where were they now?

"Hero!"

Hero yelped as someone called their name, and there was a hand on their chest, someone pressing close. They started upwards, only to see that it was Other Hero, clinging tightly to them. "Hero, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Hero said shakily, letting Other Hero help them sit up. "I think so. Where- where are we?"

"Supervillain's lair, I suppose." Other Hero sat next to them, glancing around. "No sign of anyone else, however. I don't know where they are."

They room they'd dropped into was rather large, but not very well-lit. There were a few lights set into the ceiling around the vent above them, but they did little to illuminate the large space. The room stretched far off into the darkness, and Hero could see the outlines of half-built mechs and other projects stacked around them.

"Do you think-"

Hero broke off abruptly as a high soft laugh, almost a giggle, echoed around the large room.

"Who's there?!" Other Hero demanded, leaping up from the large, beanbag-like squishy object that'd been placed there to break their fall. "Show yourself!"

A voice replied, a soft one that seemed to echo from everywhere. Bouncing off the many projects scattered around the large room. "My my, another set of heroes! There've been so many here today."

Other Hero glanced back at Hero, helping them up. Hero swallowed, scanning the darkness for any sign of Supervillain. "O-Outside Hero?"

It took the voice a moment to respond. "No no, I haven't seen them lately."

"Shut up, Outside Hero." Other Hero took another step forward. "What are you doing? What is all of this?"

This time there didn't come an answer, rather the sound of something hitting the ground softly in front of them. Hero and Other Hero glanced up, squinting into the darkness.

A dark obscure shape slowly stepped from it, not entirely moving into the circle of light. "I-I think you must be mistaken, I'm-"

Hero took a step forward, daring to pull away from the comfort of Other Hero. "We know who you are, Outside Hero."

The form across from them took a few more hesitant steps, pausing just on the outskirts of the light. Finally they took one more step forward, and Hero gasped.

Now, standing only fifteen feet from them, there was no denying it.

There, beneath the makeup and capes and dark yet flashy clothes, stood Outside Hero.

"So it really is you," Hero whispered, taking a step back to stand next to Other Hero. "Outside Hero, what is going on?"

Immediately all attempt at their Supervillain persona was dropped as Outside Hero approached. "Look, I'm so sorry you two, I should have-"

"You should have what?!" Other Hero demanded, striding to meet them. Outside Hero stopped abruptly, and began taking a few steps back as Other Hero stormed down on them. "You should've given us some warning? An explanation? Literally any sign of what happened to you, and not leave us to speculate? Not come back as some kind of Supervillain, leaving us both miserable without you and overworked by the agency?"

"I-I'm sorry, but I'm doing this so-"

"It's too late for explanations!" Other Hero shouted, and Hero flinched. "You should've been considerate enough to tell us earlier, instead of making us hunt you down! Hero has been inconsolable since you left, you left us both without considering what that would do to us!"

Outside Hero momentarily met eyes with Hero over Other Hero's shoulder, and Hero was quick to glance away. "I did, it's just-"

"So you didn't care?" Other Hero spat. "You know what it would do to us and you didn't care?!"

"N-no, I-"

But Other Hero had had enough. They launched themself at Outside Hero, their former feelings towards their best friend completely forgotten in their anger. Outside Hero yelped and jumped backwards, boosters firing on under their shoes and launching themself up in the air.

Other Hero leapt up after them, snagging their cape and dragging them back down to the ground, completely throwing off their balance.

Outside Hero landed heavily on their side, crying out as they caught their fall with their wrist and knee.

“Other Hero, stop!” Hero shouted after them, taking a step forward to intervene. “This isn’t the way to-“

They broke off as Outside Hero scrambled to their feet, holding their hands out submissively. “Other Hero listen-“

“Why would I listen to you?!” Other Hero shouted, advancing on them. "Why would I, when you're only bothering to explain after we hunted you down?"

"I didn't know how to-"

But they were forced to break off as Other Hero leapt at them again, and Hero watched in shock as the two fought.

The three of them had been close for years. Other Hero was their best friend, Outside Hero was their partner. The two were close friends as well, even just a month ago none of them would ever dream of anything like this happening.

This felt like the part where they fell over the edge. First Outside Hero going missing, then Supervillain's relentless attacks on the agency, and now two of the most important people in Hero's life fighting.

They didn't try to intervene anymore. They couldn't. All they could do was watch the fight in shock.

And at last, Other Hero fell. With a blow to the head that left them reeling, they fell to the ground, unconscious.

Outside Hero immediately crouched down next to them, checking their pulse and their injuries. A few moments later they stood, striding over to Hero. "Hero please, I'm so sorry-"

"Y-you hurt them." Hero's voice was small, they didn't look up at Outside Hero. They stared in horror at Other Hero's limp body.

"They'll be okay, it was nothing serious. I-"

"You hurt them," it was all Hero could process in the moment.

"They were attacking me! It was self defense! They'll be fine, I promise, can you-"

Hero pulled away as Outside Hero reached for them, looking up at them with wild, panicked eyes. "We- we were all friends and you-"

"H-Hero, look. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't know how to do this. But something had to stop." Outside Hero reached for their hand, holding it gently in their palm. "The agency is awful. Mistreating the heroes, and only caring about stopping criminals. If they really cared about the people, they'd focus more on the destruction fighting like that causes, on helping the people who've lost homes and cars and jobs because some villain decided to put up a fight in there general area. Or fixing the justice system so there's less villains in the first place."

They held Hero's hand tighter, their other hand reaching out to wipe the tears from Hero's face. "This is the only way I know how to bring them down. I have to do something about it."

Hero blinked rapidly, trying to clear the tears from their vision. "You didn't recognize us when we came in."

Outside Hero let out a breath. "I pretended not to, I hoped you wouldn't recognize me."

"You hurt Other Hero."

"I-I just had to get them to stop so I could explain-"

Hero pulled away from them, their tears flowing faster. "You left us. You- you left us without any warning of what you were going to do, I-"

"I didn't know what else to do!" Outside Hero exclaimed, reaching for them. But Hero continued backing away. "I had to get out, and-"

"You're not the same." Hero came to a standstill, and Outside Hero hesitated.

"What?"

"You're not the same person anymore." Hero looked them up and down with disgust. "You left us, you pretended not to know us, you've hurt Other Hero, you've hurt me. You have all of this-" they waved at Outside Hero's outfit. The makeup. The hair. The cape. The boots. "-you're not the same."

"Please, Hero, I am, I-" they reached out, grabbing Hero's wrist.

"Let go of me, Supervillain," Hero hissed.

Outside Hero froze. Eyes wide, they stared at Hero. "Hero, please-"

Hero yanked their hand away, falling into a defensive stance. "Leave me alone."

Supervillain took a shaking step back, and Hero moved past them, running to fall next to Other Hero, rolling them on to their side and checking on them.

They were still breathing, and their pulse was steady. Their nose was bleeding and their head was bruised, but otherwise they appeared to be okay.

Hero was just hauling them up to carry them away when Supervillain approached, their voice soft. "There's a door over there that leads to stairs up to the building next the alley." They didn't meet Hero's gaze. "The other heroes are all there, they should be okay."

"Should be," Hero grumbled, and turned and marched off to the wall Supervillain had nodded to.

Supervillain watched them go, wincing when the door slammed.

Then they turned and retreated back into the darkness of their lair.

[peppermintquartz]

Rest

Miguel O Hara, Peter B Parker, Mayday Parker

Across the Spiderverse, G

*

He's just so damn tired. Everything is loud, and bright, and frenetic, and he can't look away, because if he looks away, some Spider-person or Spider-Thing out there is going to mess up in a way that he could have stopped it if he didn't look away.

But, God, he is tired. Lyla is bugging him to go to bed, but how can he when every other minute some Spider-Thing/Person/Robot is threatening to rebel against a Canon Event from occurring and thus risk the collapse of the entire human-arachno... Okay, fine. SPIDER-verse, whatever.

Stupid anomaly kid.

Poco a poco se anda lejos, he thinks as he searches another universe to identify their Spider-Person/Object/Phenomenon. Sometimes he finds them already broken. Those, he offers the scant comfort of all the other Spiders. Sometimes they have yet to face the toughest moments, and he has to deny all contact with them until they're ready. He has seen hundreds or maybe thousands of Uncle Bens, of police captains, of Gwen Stacies.

Of Gabe, of Dana, of-

"No, sweetheart, don't bother your uncle Miguel, ah f... I mean, ah, heck."

Miguel holds back a curse and shuts his eyes to count his breath, getting all the way to ocho before someone crashes into his chest and he instinctively wraps his arms around a giggly, tousled Spider-toddler.

Obviously that's not her designation, but it's not as if Mayday will be out in the field.

Peter B. Parker swings up and lands on the platform with a soft thud and holds out his arms for his daughter. "Thanks for catching her. She's really into hide-and-seek now and I am dreading to find out if she has invisibility powers."

Miguel surreptitiously squeezes Mayday before handing her back to her father. "I told you not to bring her here."

"We're all Spiders! Safest place in the multiverse." Parker raps twice on the side of his head. "Touch wood."

Miguel holds his tongue. Parker has been through the Canon Events and, much as Miguel doesn't want to admit it, is one of the most resilient and resourceful Spider-Men out there.

Y tiene a su esposa e hija, his heart supplies and he shuts away that pang of loss. Peter B. Parker's earned it. He has gone through the heartaches that make Spider-Man Spider-Man.

Mayday burbles something. Miguel turns to look at her and is greeted with a face full of webbing.

"Nab! Un Mi-el nab wimmee. Nab!"

Pulling the webbing off his face, Miguel frowns and asks Parker, "What's she saying?"

"I think she wants her nap," says Parker slowly.

"Un Mi-el nab wib MEEE!" Mayday yells, more webbing shooting from her wrists that lands on Miguel's chest. Before Miguel can rip the webbing off - seriously, what the hell, Parker, babies should not be equipped with webshooters - Mayday has latched onto Miguel's front. Her little fingers dig into the uniform and he cradles her diapered behind with his left forearm before she can lose her grip.

Lyla chooses that moment to pop up. "I think Miss Parker wants you to nap with her."

"What? No. I have to look through the next-"

"You haven't slept for 37 hours," Lyla interrupts sweetly.

Parker is alarmed. "Thirty-seven hours? Oh hell no, you go take a nap with Mayday right now, down there where I can keep an eye on her and you."

"Parker, I have to keep looking-"

"I have eyes, and Lyla can assist. You go take a nap." Parker narrows his eyes, like he can be anywhere near intimidating in his fuzzy bathrobe and slippers. "Don't make me web you to the wall."

Miguel wants to challenge that, but Parker may just do it because he is a bas- an idi- a really stupid person, so he holds Mayday closer to himself and jumps down to the floor of the room to find a corner where he can still keep an eye on the entrance.

"Close your eyes," Parker threatens with a smile. "You don't want me to sing a lullaby, do you?"

Miguel covers Mayday's ears with his right hand and his chest. "Shut up, asshole."

Parker grins. "Take a nap, Miguel. I promise I'll keep an eye on everything." He stares when Mayday yawns and snuggles up to the stoic Miguel. "And you take care of my baby girl now."

[popchoc]

Marina : 🏕️😂⛈️

Maya & Carina, 🏕 ⛈️ 😂

The loud thunderclap that roars above them is followed by an amused chuckle.

"Did you just flinch, bella?" Carina asks Maya through the darkness, "You're not scared, are you?"

The playful insinuation makes Maya turn in her sleeping bag.

"What? No!" she cries out, right when a flash of lightning lights up the sky, illuminating her somewhat indignant face. "You do know where I work, right?!" Yet before Carina can even answer, Maya already fires the question straight back at her. "Are you?"

"Scared?" Carina chortles, "Ah, per niente! This is nothing compared to the thunderstorms in Tuscany."

She has barely finished her sentence when heavy rain starts to pour down, drowning out her voice as it hits the canvas right above their heads. As if on cue, they scooch closer together.

"You really want me to believe you went camping before?" Maya questions, "Like, in an actual tent?"

"Why not? I am camping now, no?!"

"Because I practically made you," Maya bursts out laughing.

Carina opens her mouth to respond, but stops herself when another deafening crash of thunder strikes. As soon as the noise dies down, she leans in, stating, "I might not prefer camping as much as you do, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. For one, because I finally get to see my fearless Maya being scared."

"I am not scared!" Maya exclaims, "I am… alert, at most."

"Sure," Carina laughs, sounding more entertained by the minute, "Prove it!"

Through the lightning's glare, Maya can see that Carina sits up, inviting her to do the same. Though slightly confused, she mirrors her cross-legged position, their knees almost touching, then feels how Carina searches for her hands.

"Let's see how cool-headed you are," she grins, making Maya quickly withdraw her hands.

"Hold on, why is this all about me?" she protests, her voice loud to rise above the raging storm outside. "Who says you're so chill?!"

Carina giggles, giving in. "Bene, we're both in. The one who gets startled the least, wins."

Not yet convinced of Carina's impromptu game, Maya looks doubtful - although Carina can hardly see her. "And we're keeping score how...?"

Carina's answer gets lost in the noise of rain and thunder, leaving Maya unsure if she's hearing her right.

"We do what?!"

"We strip," Carina laughs, "Each time the storm makes us wince or jump, we take something off."

Maya lets out a perplexed chuckle, baffled by the suggestion. "Yeah, no, I'm not gonna do that. I'm not getting naked with this weather outside."

"Because you're scared…"

"Because in the worst case scenario, we have to leave this tent and take a run."

"But Maya," Carina goes on, her voice teasingly calm, "if you're not scared, you'll never get naked! You—" Whatever she's about to say next is muffled by a pillow thrown to her face, drawing another laugh from her. "Okay, okay, no stripping! The one who moves first, loses. And has to make breakfast in the morning. Alright?"

With a deep yet giggly sigh of surrender, Maya offers her hands again. "Alright."

And so the game begins. The storm rages on, with drumming rain, clamorous, booming bursts of thunder and lightning bolts now constantly ripping the sky - allowing them to actually see each other more often than not, despite the midnight hour.

The heart of the storm is close, they both know it. Whether they are used to it or not, this is a big one, and getting tensed because of it would be perfectly normal. But neither of them shows any nerves, or any discomfort. They just sit there, holding each other's hands.

It's Maya who feels the first hint of movement, yet not the kind they talked about. Stretching out, Carina's fingertips managed to find the thin, sensitive skin of Maya's wrist, grazing it with the lightest touch.

"Are you trying to tickle me!?" she calls out, both stunned and amazed, "You cheater!!"

Once again, Carina doesn't get the chance to react. Yet this time it's not a return question or a pillow coming for her; it's Maya herself, as she launches her body on top of her wife without any warning. It's the start of a serious tickle fight, that doesn't end till they are completely out of breath from laughing.

Gasping for air, and still holding on to each other, they both drop themselves on Carina's pillow - Maya's gotten lost somewhere near their feet. Carina grabs the opportunity to nestle herself into Maya's embrace.

"Okay, you are brave and now worthy of protecting me," she mumbles contently, burying her face into the hollow of her neck.

"Good," Maya smiles, "I just need you to know one thing." She nuzzles Carina's hair, before slowly moving her lips towards her ear, softly whispering, "I like my eggs sunny side up."

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Mix & Match Writing Prompts (still open - except for Marina in a tent! 😂)

[asilcorner]

Specters Call Part 3

"Just between us, Professor, most of the time I have no idea what and how adults think."

It's so endearing??? how he says that to the Professor, an adult, without missing a beat. I love him.

"I thought, that it could be helpful one day..." "I... I'm speechless, Luke. (...) Quite the opposite, Luke. Your talent in research is impressive. Respect! (...) Not at all! You've done wonderfully, my boy! Let's go continue our search."

I get always so giggly when Hershel starts complimenting Luke, it's adorable. He keeps reiterating how proud he is of him and how well he's done, I'm in pain.

"Do you think we'll find another curly fossil?"

I'm sorry, but I haven't read/heard the word "kringelig" in forever. It's such a child word to use in German, I cannot with this game.

"We will get to the bottom of the matter. Do you trust me, Luke?" "I... I trust you, Professor."

Hershel keeps asking, in text and cut-scenes, and I think that's such a good character trait. He makes constantly sure that Luke is still on board and that he's not forcing him to follow. He'd be completely ready to bring Luke home if the boy felt like he didn't feel safe with him.

"Calm down, Emmy, calm yourself! Please don't lose your patience!"

I imagine Emmy about to storm up to the boy, fists in the air and face in a snarl while the Professor is holding her by the back of her jacket. The text really makes it look like he's panicking and pleading with her, which is hilarious to me.

"Emmy, your trust in the government is really refreshing."

Not Hershel thinking back to being almost beat to death in an alley when looking for clues on Claire's death. I'm sorry, but this man has EVERY right to question the happenings in Misthallery's higher ranking residents. He is ready to tear Jakes apart at this point and I'm HERE for it.

The first time playing this game I clearly remember going: "OH SHIT!!! YES of courSE! Luke can talk to animals, I FORGOT." and now I just think back to all the times Luke reacted when Emmy mentioned seeing mice or hearing something squeaking.

They made it so obvious and here I was going: "Huh, lots of mice, wonder what I'm gonna do with all the mouse coins, they are putting a lot of emphasis on this, weird."

Also Toppi is adorable, I love himmmmm.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I cannot put you two in danger under any circumstances." "As long as we are with you, nothing will happen to us. I'm sure of it!" "But promise me that you'll run for your lives if danger is afoot." "Please be careful too, Professor!"

They are all so cute; Hershel compromising and letting them stay (because man, how could he send them away when they believe in him this much), Emmy being completely confident and ready to go and Luke worrying for the Professor.

(I try to push the fact that Emmy is tailing the Professor to spy on him to the back of my head all the time. No matter how many times I play the games, I only occasionally get these flashes of "Oh she's gonna betray me" before I continue enjoying her presence.

"Grrr! That smug cop deserves a sophisticated kick in his..." "Cough." "What's wrong, Professor?"

Emmy about to drop a swear, but Layton very 'elegantly' cutting her off. And there is Luke, worrying again. They mean so much to me, aughhh.

[lovesick-rambles]

Their Hideaway

commission for: anon

pairing: reader x The Snatcher from A Hat in Time (reader uses they/them pronouns)

summary: Snatcher grows suspicious of the reader's sudden change of character, so he decides to go investigate them.

word count: 2k

author's note: thank you so much anon for commissioning my first ever reader insert piece! I enjoyed writing this very much! :)

It was incredible how quickly things changed since Y/N’s soul was first held hostage by The Snatcher. What was even more incredible was how the change was a positive one. Well, as positive as it could be with their soul being held captive, but it was still surprising to say the least. Since then, they had become a very diligent contractor and excellent at their job. It was a huge shift in character, especially given how reluctant and suspicious Y/N used to be when it came to doing tasks at first. When their soul was initially captive, they were hesitant to do anything that The Snatcher wanted them to, even though the majority of those requests were just chores he didn’t feel like doing at the time. But now, they have become one of his best workers. 

The Snatcher was pleased with this character development but had also grown quite wary of it, though he would never make that apparent to them. Y/N had become…shifty. They have been acting secretive and seemingly nervous whenever he was around them. He also noticed that they had a habit of staring at him when they thought he wasn’t looking. There couldn’t be any other reasonable explanation other than that Y/N was trying to plot something against him. Why else would they be acting so nervous and giggly whenever he was around? They were most likely hiding some plan to go against him and were afraid of him finding out or thought they were smooth to try to pull a fast one on him. Did Y/N really believe that they could get away with something like that when he was in possession of their soul? That fact alone made The Snatcher scoff. But it still made him wonder about them, so he acquired the help of his minions.

“Tell me,” He ordered them, “Have you heard anything about Y/N?”

“No, master.” They lied, trying their best to seem convincing.

The Snatcher questioned them further, “Have they told you anything? Do you know what they’re up to?”

“They have told us nothing.” The minions tried their best to hold in their laughter, “We don’t know anything, master.”

“Hmm, very well. Go, all of you.” He shooed them away and figured that they didn’t know anymore than he did. But, as soon as his minions were out of his sight, he could hear them whispering and muttering amongst themselves. 

It was hard to hear them and The Snatcher didn’t want to risk them running away or stopping their conversation if he got near, so he stayed in his spot to try to listen to them. It was still too quiet for him to hear, but he could make out very low whispers about him and Y/N as well as some giggling. He was bewildered at this. What could Y/N be planning that was so great that even his own minions couldn’t confess to him? Could whatever they were scheming be that great that his minions would risk invoking his wrath just to see what happened? Despite their lies, The Snatcher knew that something was up and decided that if they weren’t going to be honest with him, then he’d have to take care of it himself. While he continued to listen to the muffled laughter of his minions, The Snatcher hatched up a plan on how to figure out what exactly Y/N’s angle was.

He couldn’t believe that he wasn’t getting his way from his own minions. How dare they not tell him exactly what he wanted if they knew more than he did? Were they looking forward to being introduced to his wrath over this? It was difficult for The Snatcher to keep a level head over this while he searched amongst his things for his new plan at finding out more about his dear suspicious contractor. He searched for a very long time until he found exactly what he was looking for: his old minion disguise. Once he found it, he cradled the little doll in his hands for a few seconds before dusting it off.

“If you want something done right, I guess you have to do it yourself.” He muttered to himself, admiring his old disguise. At first, he wondered if all this effort was really worth it to know what exactly was going on in Y/N’s head but once he reminded himself of how his minions reacted when inquired about their recent behavior, The Snatcher decided that this effort was more than worth it. He had to know what exactly they were thinking. It would drive him absolutely mad if he never figured it out and this was seemingly the only way he could without asking them directly.

With his new, almost fool-proof plan, he inhabited the vessel and hid himself amongst his minions. It took patience for him to wait for an opportune moment to sneakily ask them about Y/N, but his efforts soon rewarded him when he came across a particularly chatty minion. It was hard to miss them with how loud their voice was, so The Snatcher simply started up a casual conversation with them while they tended to their work and it worked like a charm. This gossipy minion was all too trusting and too willing to share intimate details they heard about other minions, stories they’ve heard through the grapevine, and much to Snatcher’s surprise, theories about himself.

Eventually, The Snatcher got to the point, “So, that one contractor…Y/N, do you know anything about them?”

The nosey minion giggled, “Oh, them? For someone who seems so standoffish, they sure are gullible!”

“What do you mean?” He questioned further, trying not to seem like he was too eager for answers.

“Well,” The minion was more than willing to feed his curiosity, “Let’s just say that they’re a little too fond of Snatcher!”

Fond? Of him? What exactly was that supposed to mean?

“I mean, I’m surprised he hasn’t noticed yet!” The minion continued without waiting for The Snatcher to respond, “It’s so obvious that Y/N has a huge crush on him! They don’t have a very good poker face but they’re lucky that Snatcher isn’t very observant, I guess!”

“They’re not planning anything suspicious?” He asked, the word “crush” buzzing in his mind so much that he ignored the fact that his minion just insulted him.

The minion couldn’t help but laugh at his question, “Oh, no! Actually, me and a few others were able to convince them that if they worked super hard, Snatcher would fall for them!”

So that explains the sudden change in character for them.

“I see,” He was very pleased and relieved with this new information about Y/N, “It’s kind of cute that they have such a big crush on him.”

“Cute? Sure, that’s a word you could use to describe it!” The minion giggled again, “Some of us actually took bets on whether or not he’ll kill Y/N when he has no more jobs for them to do. I placed my bets on yes! Do you want in?”

Snatcher couldn’t help but smile at their question. Yes, these were the little minions he’s come to tolerate. He shook his head no, “I think I’ll pass on this one but promise me that you’ll let me know if you win or not.” His smile grew wider, knowing now that the minion in front of him was about to lose the hefty bet they made.

“Well, let me know if you change your mind!” The minion offered, “If you do, I suggest you follow my lead.”

“I’ll keep that in mind!” He responded in a chipper tone, eager to now find where Y/N ran off to, “Well, back to work I guess. I’ll find you if I want to join this bet of yours.”

With that, he quickly ran off to find Y/N without waiting for his minion to respond. The Snatcher stopped inhabiting the little doll he was possessing once he was out of sight of the other minions and quietly slipped away, wondering where Y/N ran off to. 

A crush? They have been acting so funny over a crush? And of all the people to fall for, they fell for him? He couldn’t wrap his head around it. He also didn’t understand why the thought of them being so nervous around him because of their crush on him made him so excited. It’s not like he had feelings for them back or anything…right?

The Snatcher shook those thoughts out of his head. Of course he doesn’t like them romantically. He’s the keeper of their soul, he couldn’t fall in love with them. They are merely an underling to him. The contractor he calls upon to do the meaningless, boring chores he doesn’t feel like doing. They were nothing more to him. Or, that’s what he told himself. The truth is, he didn’t know how he truly felt when it came to Y/N. Before any of this happened, he was convinced he knew exactly how he felt but after seeing their odd behavior and knowing of their affection for him, he was now uncertain. 

After wandering for what felt like forever to The Snatcher, he finally saw Y/N ahead of him. They were too lost in their own head to notice him out of the corner of their eye and carried on like usual. He held back and waited while he watched them walk away. Once there was a considerable amount of distance between them, Snatcher started to follow Y/N to see where they were off to. Maybe they could find out more about their feelings? Or find more information on them in general? Whatever he would find, his curiosity had to be fed. His suspicions were still too great for him to just let all of this slide. 

Y/N looked around briefly to make sure that the coast was clear. They didn’t want any minions or even worse, Snatcher, to see that they secretly ran off when they were supposed to be working. Once they felt sure enough that they were alone with nobody watching them, they went forward to their hiding spot in the woods. A while ago, they found a secluded area that no one else had seemed to notice, so Y/N quickly claimed it as their own. This hideaway offered security and privacy for them whenever they needed it. A moment of respite when things were getting too overwhelming or a place to hide items that they didn’t want to be seen. They felt comfortable knowing that no one was around to see them stash their diary in this little hideaway. Little did Y/N know that The Snatcher was off in the shadows watching them and waiting for an opportune moment to sneak around. Then, as if something could read Snatcher’s mind, Y/N left their secret spot in the woods to return to their work. They silently hoped that no one saw them or would see them suddenly returning, but of course he did. 

Once they were out of the picture, Snatcher intruded their spot and began to snoop. He laid his eyes on their poorly hidden diary and slowly opened it, excited to see what was written about him inside. The first few pages had nothing of interest to him. They were mainly about work, how some of the minions annoy them, and how they miss having their own soul. All that drabble was to be expected, but Snatcher didn’t care to read about any of that. He frantically flipped through the pages while desperately skimming the words written for his name until he finally found one.

“I cannot believe this,” The page started, “I don’t even know how to admit this to myself but I think I like Snatcher. Like, actually like him. No, not just like, but like-like. Is it too soon to say that I love him?”

Snatcher’s eyes widened at this hidden confession. Yes, he knew that his minion told him about Y/N’s crush on him, but to see them actually write it out and admit it themselves was a whole other story. He felt giddy over this because he could absolutely use this against them to mess with them if he truly wanted to. But he also felt this way because it was surprisingly nice to feel adored. He’s so used to being feared that he had forgotten how it was to be loved. 

His eyes continued to scan the page before him, “Ugh, this is going to sound so cheesy but I can’t believe that he took two things from me. First, he stole my soul and next, he stole my heart. Maybe the minions are right, maybe if I continue to do better at my job, I’ll be seen as more valuable to him? It doesn’t hurt to try.”

As much as he wanted to continue reading, Snatcher put the diary back where he found it and scurried back before anyone could notice his absence. It was a relief that Y/N wasn’t planning on harming him in any way but it was also so endearing that they had such a fondness for him. His lips curled into a small smile as he thought about it. He was absolutely going to continue reading their diary to know just how much they adored him soon.

[monty-glasses-roxy]

A game for the animatronics as a character study to see how they would each go about it? you can do as many as you like or just Roxy

What are their hide and seek strategies? For both hiding and seeking

Ohh okay so. Hide and seek strategies is a fun one.

Roxy is not allowed to play regular hide and seek. Her normal vision allows her to see through walls, her sense of smell, her great hearing... yeah it's not a fair game if she plays. They get around this with a blindfold so she has to actually search for people instead of just knowing where everyone is. Like, sure, she can only see so far, but it's still way too big an advantage. Roxy prides herself on a fair game so she has no problem with this, and was actually kind of hesitant when Sunny suggested a blindfold to let her play too just in case it still wouldn't be fair. All this to say, her strategy is a bit different to everyone elses. Assuming this is a game between the animatronics and she's making it fair with the blindfold, she counts very quietly so as to listen in on where everyone is going. She sneaks around as quietly as possible and tries following scent trails. With how quiet she moves, she has a tendency to sneak up on the others and their shocked gasp usually gives a bunch of them away if she hasn't already locked onto where they are. She has to touch someone to consider them found so if it's just her fellow animatronics she's playing with, she pounces on them every time. It's just more fun that way

In terms of hiding, her strategy is to just be as quiet as possible. Sometimes she sneaks around right behind the seeker just to see if they'll notice her. It's her favourite strategy when Monty's being cocky about his hide and seek skills because the guy never learns to just turn the fuck around lmao. But her usual strategy is usually to go to a shadowy corner, under a table or in a box of sorts. They were playing this in the Raceway once and she hid inside a forklift cab in a dark corner and when they loudly shouted they gave up, she scared the shit out of all of them by driving the forklift as fast as possible out of the shadows directly towards them. She got a good kick out of that lmao

I think the most fun version for her would be when she plays this with the Minis. They smash the cymbals together and then scatter and it can be so confusing at times but very challenging. She can play regular hide and seek with them anyway though since they for some reason don't show up through the walls - potentially because they're not integrated into the network or whatever - so that's fun. They're fast little shits too so it's more fun to catch them but given her wolf programming and the fact they're the size of a small prey animal... yeah she can get a bit carried away sometimes when she catches them. She'd never hurt them intentionally, but she's for definite gotten a little too swept up in the game and nearly cost them a limb or something. She never hides when they play anywhere but the salon tunnels. They don't like being out in the open on their own :(

Oh you know what, I bet Roxy would be real scary in those dimly lit salon tunnels. They're designed to be like caverns and shit so there's plenty of places to hide and if she just turns the lights off... just two amber eyes shining in the darkness would be a little intimidating if you didn't know who it was. And then the scittering of the Minis as well? Oooo I bet that's a fun Halloween game lmao. Maybe not in pitch black though. Just very dimly lit with a few areas completely dark. That'd be fun

I'd do the rest of the animatronics but. I'm tired and I gotta get up in the morning-ish so that'll have to do for now. One last thing though: I bet a lot of them would prefer the game Sardines which is hide and seek but there's one hider and as the seekers find them, they have to join them in their hiding spot. They deserve to all be in a giggly pile somewhere as Freddy or whoever walks past them for the thirteenth time as they try and silence each other to no avail lmao

[takecareluv]

Reader is a picky eater and Vin is helping her try new foods?

a.n. i basically lived off mac and cheese for the first half of my life so i felt this one for real. enjoy! <3 this is the last draft i have lined up from before i was gone the last couple days. i got to get to writing now…

taste test || vinnie hacker x reader

ever since you were young, you were a picky eater.

it was a blessing and a curse. while it left you having to make little decisions when picking a meal, which you are also bad it doing, you always had to worry if there would be something you liked when going out to eat.

chicken tenders and fries were your best friend. and if it wasn’t that, it was mac and cheese.

you didn’t mind it too much, i mean both the foods were incredible, but as you got older and started going out to fancier restaurants, it became more difficult.

your friends always made fun of you as you struggled searching through menus to find something you would like.

vinnie, on the other hand, was always sweet with you. he would lean over and whisper into your ear “don’t listen to em’, baby. you want me to ask if they have chicken tenders?”

you shyly nodded in response, embarrassed that you not only were you being picky, but you had to have your boyfriend ask the waiter if they had a meal meant for kids.

“don’t worry, bub, you’re not being picky. you just like what you like.” vinnie reassured you, as if he could read your mind.

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you really started to hate how much of a picky eater you were once vinnie booked the trip to europe.

as excited as you were to visit the spectacular cities, you instantly worried about what you would eat, knowing their cuisine was much different than what you were used to.

you couldn’t live off croissants and bread your entire trip. well you could, but that was besides the point. you didn’t want to.

in the month leading up to your trip, you and vinnie would order from all sorts of restaurants in attempt to expand your palette.

vinnie wanted to make sure you were always comfortable, so instead of taking you out to all these places, he thought it would be better to let you try them in the comfort of your own home. that way if anything went south, you had a trash can or a bathroom, right there.

vinnie would help guide you through the menu, explaining what certain dishes were and what he thought you might like. he would typically order you something more basic, but still out of your comfort zone. “baby steps,” he explained it as.

he would always let you try whatever he got as well, that way you could taste test a variety of things and figure out what you liked best.

he would immediately switch meals with you if you ended up liking his more, not caring what he ate as long as you were happy.

you would get so giggly when you liked something you never thought you would. for example when you tried vinnie’s spicy tuna roll and and loved it, you got so excited. “it’s good! i actually really like it, vin!”

a smile would spread across vinnie’s face from how adorable he thought you were. “that’s great, baby. here you can have the rest of it.”

“are you sure? i don’t want to take if from you.”

“yeah go ahead baby. i’m just happy you like it. plus i’ve been wanting to steal some of yours this whole time.”

“you could’ve just taken some! you know you don’t have to ask with me.” you giggled while munching on your newly liked sushi roll.

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you kept trying more and more foods, some of which you thought were disgusting and swore you would never eat again. while others you surprisingly enjoyed.

you even began ordering some of the new foods when you went to restaurants. your friends were shocked, which you only smirked at because they now couldn’t make fun of you any longer.

vinnie noticed and laughed, shaking his head. you would never say anything, but their comments got to you and he knew you were excited to rub in their faces. even if it was subtly.

by the time you were traveling to europe, you had expanded your palette quite a bit and were looking forward to trying out even more new foods.

all thanks to your loving vinnie.

[eddie-van-munson]

HII!! Just sending another request, i loved the xie lian one, I hope I didn’t spell his name wrong💀, im wayyy to obsessed with crossovers, and I also had a hard time choosing a character so I decided to chose this one, but anyways I’ll get started and the information about him is ok the wiki and more but let me get started (:

Can you do Eddie Munson With a S/O who has a Cutthroat personality from akudama drive?? thank you and have a good day (:

Warnings: Demo-bats, Mentions of Blood, Series Typical Violence, References to Chrissy's Death, Cursing

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. I'm done with work for this week so I'll have more time to tackle my inbox! Requests are OPEN.)

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(Cutthroat: Child-Like, Pretty, Loyal, Volatile, Innocent Façade, Vengeful, Violent in the Protection of Friends.)

-So, again, I know NOTHING about Akudama Drive or what it is, but I did an itty bitty bit of research bc it was requested and I tried my best to incorporate it :^)

-Ok! So Eddie never knew you before all of the shit with Chrissy went down. I mean, he's seen you around school, and he's always been intrigued...

-You just moved to Hawkins at the start of the year and you are something else. You are tooth-rottingly sweet.

-You're soft and giggly and you're always wearing all of these gentle baby blues and pinks. Always smiling so big.

-Of course, Eds is not much of a pastel guy, but he has admit that they look very pretty on you

-Or maybe you're just pretty and the colors have shit all to do with it

-Every time Eddie passes you in the hall he can hear you humming along to some little tune in your head.

-Ridiculously endearing, really. It should be illegal.

- Anyways

-He's hiding in the woods, curled up on the ground beside Skull Rock when he hears someone say his name softly. His eyes flutter open to find you kneeling over him, and he definitely thinks he's dreaming.

-But then you turn over your shoulder and call out, "I found him!"

-He panics for a second, a pang of betrayal in his chest. Oh god, he thinks. You're in the search party.

-He sits up too quickly and shuffles backwards, ignoring the surprised look on your face.

-But then he sees Dustin running up through the woods and he immediately breathes a sigh of relief, his hands shaking with left over adrenaline.

-Turns out you're Harrington's little cousin.

-Which Eddie finds very hard to believe

-You'd been at the Family Video when the "Purchase History Database Search" began and you'd insisted you wanted to help look

-Steve tried to put his foot down but you were not having it. "You haven't seen her when she gets angry man." He argues, defensively. "She hulks out."

-Which Eddie finds even harder to believe.

-Some part of him is so relieved to see you, though. He's been living with the mental image of Chrissy's mangled body for days, and the sight of someone sweet and happy...someone who's gentle...it takes a massive weight off of his chest.

-It's such a stark contrast to what's been living in his brain.

-You're unofficially roped in after that.

-A few times you bring Eddie groceries and sit on the old, stained couch with him for a while and talk.

-Your voice is quiet and you make him laugh. Those short conversations are literally the best thing he's got, right now.

-Your grocery selection always makes him giggle. Cereal, Canned Soup, Crackers...Jumbo size bag of marshmallows??

-It becomes increasingly clear to him you have a sweet tooth.

-Sometimes you even draw him funny little pictures and notes and leave them in the bag. Other times you send him old, familiar chapter books from Elementary School.

-You seemed to have been fond of Nancy Drew and Little House on the Prairie.

-He's surprised how much he enjoys them.  And he likes seeing your name written on the inside cover.

-He begs you to stay behind when the others row out to look for Watergate.

-He argues with you about it for a while.

-"I don't want you going down there. You don't get what this shit is like. It'll fucking scar you for life."

-"Eddie, I'm coming with you."

- You're getting frustrated and finally Steve chimes in again, "I'm telling you, man. Don't make her mad."

-He can see from the look on Harrington's face he's not going to be able to change your mind. He sighs, "Fine. Whatever. Get in the boat. It's your funeral."

-You grin so brightly that Eddie's heart aches.

-As soon as Steve dives down, you're pulling off your Cardigan. Eddie's blood runs cold "No no no no no-"

-He grabs at you, but you're in the water before he can stop you.

-"Fuck! You little shit!!"

-Robin just cackles at him.

- By the time Eddie gets through the gate, he can only see flashes of you and Nancy through the swarm of bats.

-He panics, screaming your name as he sprints towards you.

-The closer he gets, though, the more he realizes that you are, in fact, not the ones getting ambushed.

-The bats are.

-Jesus, you are ruthless. Yanking bats off of Steve's chest by their shriveled wings. Crushing them beneath your heels. Yelling as you grab them out of the air and throw them to the ground.

-Nancy is killing it too, like, shit.

-He's finally able to get to you when the swarm thins, joining in the attack until the very last bat is smashed. Nancy runs to Steve, and Eddie holds a hand out to you where you've fallen, helping you up.

-Your clothes are spattered with thick, nasty blood and sludge. All the way down to your perfect saddle shoes. You wrinkle your nose a little, checking your knees where you'd scraped them, and Eddie smiles.

-"Holy shit. That was crazy! You're, like, a fucking warrior goddess or something! I should have been trying to get you to protect me!"

-You giggle, blushing. "You were trying to protect me?"

-He goes BEET red, sputtering and scratching his neck. "Well...I uh...it's just that..."

-You grin knowingly

-Eddie's heart thuds and his voice cracks as he  quickly changes the subject. "I'm sorry about your clothes."

-You shrug, "They'll wash, I suppose." Your attention catches on one of the splatters on your arm. You try and wipe it, but it smears. "It's kind of a pretty color, anyway."

-You blush at the look on Eddie's face, some odd combination of awe and disbelief, and run off to join Nancy.

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