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Since seeing the movie I can't stop thinking about Mike x Abbys babysitter reader 🫢

oh u guys are gonna KILL ME!!!

reader has female anatomy.

you’d been abby’s go to babysitter since you moved in next door. she was very young, probably five or four. her brother had seen you painting your fence and made his way over to you to try and make small talk.

“yeah, we’ve lived here since she was born,” he explained as you stood up, leaving your brush in the paint bucket. “been lookin’ for a babysitter since i started my new job.” he shrugged. you celebrated mentally, as you’d been waiting for a job to pop up around you. this is exactly what you needed.

fast forward a good four years, you’d been spending your days at the schmidt house. your pay slowly decreased as mike continued to find it hard to pay his bills, but you didn’t mind. you had your own job that would keep you afloat with your bills, and the extra money you received from mike would cover your clothes and food.

this day wasn’t any different from the previous three weeks. laid up on the couch with your own blanket you brung from home, awaiting mike’s arrival. the tv was buzzing quietly as your eyes became droopy.

the sound of the door opening startled you, pushing yourself onto your knees to greet mike. “hey.” you said softly as he kicked his shoes off and waddled towards the small couch, jumping onto it. “hi.” he greeted, closing his eyes for a second.

“abby ate a few bites of her dinner, breakfast is in the microwave. she’s been in bed since you left and i made sure she brushed her teeth and finished her homework,” you ran down, kicking the blanket off and standing up. “i should go.” you sigh.

mike stands up quickly, grabbing your shirt. “hold on,” he grunts, standing in front of you now. “i’m sorry i haven’t been able to pay you—“ he mutters.

“mike, we have this conversation every week. it’s okay, i swear.” you laugh, moving to hold his wrist. “i know you put a lot of effort into taking care of abby.” he mutters, moving closer to you.

“yeah..” you let out a breathy sigh, hands shaking as he moves his hand from you. “you deserve.. something.” he shrugs, hands coming up to hold your hips.

you gasped at the sudden movement, moving your hands down to grasp his wrists, your eyes scan his face. “is this okay?” he asks, moving his left hand to hold your back and press you closer to him.

you nod, hands moving up his arms and holding him tightly. he tilts his head and presses a kiss to your lips, making you melt. you whimper into his mouth, causing his grip on your hips to tighten.

he moves you towards his bedroom, lips never leaving your skin as he watches out behind you to make sure you don’t bump into anything.

he slams the door shut with his foot, and it almost alarms you at the fact that he could’ve easily woken up abby. he moves his hand from your hip to lock the door, continuing to gently push you towards the bed. “how long has it been since you started babysitting abby?” he asked as his lips made contact with your neck.

“i— i don’t know.. a few years, three or four?” you choke out, moving to hold the back of his head. “been wantin’ you for so long,” he mutters, sucking a bit harder on the base of your neck. “about time i get to have you.” he sighs.

his fingers move to the band of your sweatpants, grabbing them and pulling it down feverishly. his warm hands make contact with your thighs, pulling them apart and feeling at your cunt.

“mm, you like this more than i do.” he teases, pressing a kiss to your tummy and leaning further down into you. he wraps his arms around the base of your thighs and pulls your underwear to the side, licking his lips before pulling you into his mouth.

the initial feeling of his mouth made you gasp, hand moving down to hold his hair. the grip he had on your thighs made it impossible to scoot away from his tongue as he basically made out with your pussy.

to stabilize yourself, you grabbed at the sheets of his bed as his tongue made constant contact with your clit. you winced, moving to hold your shirt up and watch him eat you like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

the closer you got to your orgasm, the harsher you got on his hair. you began to push his head away, squirm your hips, and bite into your hand. and everytime, he shook your hand away, held your tighter, and flicked his tongue faster.

he had no problem finishing you up. you shook gently as your orgasm passed through you, and mike happily pressed another kiss to your swollen clit.

he reached into his back pocket and took out a $20 bill, holding it out to you. “i thought you said.. you couldn’t?” you asked, grabbing the bill gently.

“i know. had to find a way to get you on my tongue.” he smiled and pat the side of your thigh, moving your sweatpants back into place just as abby’s room door opened up.

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Ooh, I’d love to see Homelander with a reader who has really good regenerative abilities (from their blood and DNA). They could be Vought’s healing rat for tests and stuff. They can also find comfort in each other from being Vought’s puppet and plaything.

I tried to go for an protective verging on possessive vibe. Hope you guys enjoy the fic!

Title: His Healer

Warnings: abuse of America's healthcare system

The Boys tag list: @captainofmybigwetdream, @scraftskhu35

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian

You hugged your knees to your chest as you looked at the people entering Madelyn’s office. She gave you what you guessed was meant to be a charming smile but in reality it chilled you to the bone. You quickly looked away and at the whiteboard that was being set up. It was rare that you were allowed out of your floor. Vought had declare you too precious to go outside without strict supervision. However, that didn’t stop them from hurting you. They could get very creative, in ways that you didn’t know humans could go.

“So y/n,” said Madelyn eventually, “How have you been?”

“Oh y’know,” you shrugged and scratched at your wrist, where an IV had been moments before, the mark already healing, “The usual.”

“Good. Good. I’m sure you’d like to know why you are here today.”

“Well… Yeah?”

Madelyn got up from behind her desk and walked over to you. You looked at her suspiciously as she sat down next to you.

“Marketing has a presentation they want you to watch.”

“As you know,” one of the marketing guys got up and approached the whiteboard, “You are a vital part of the Vought family. The glue that holds the Seven together.”

“The healing grace that mends broken bones and stitches skin back together.” Said the other

You winced slightly at that. You remembered the training sessions. The amount of broken bones you had to repair when Black Noir went too far. You hated the sound of bones cracking back together, seeing blood seep back into bodies… It wasn’t as fun or as glamorous as Vought made it out to be.

“I mean,” the first guy shrugged, “Who doesn’t want healing powers in this day?”

“Medical bills being so high.” Said Two as he nodded sadly

“So we came up with this!”

One pulled away at the cover and displayed the board at you. Madelyn smiled widely at you while you looked at it in horror.

“Medicine.” You said weakly

“No,” said One, “Definitely not medicine.”

“Highly recommended vitamins,” said Two, “Approved by some of the country’s top doctors.”

“And,” One gestured to you, “The healing angel of Vought. Who doesn’t want to be touched by grace? To have you, personally, help them through their time of need?”

“With these pills,” said Two, “You too can have the healing powers of y/n helping you out.”

“Branding subject to change.” Said One with a shrug

“Woah wait,” you jumped to your feet and looked around the room, “My powers? Are you saying that my DNA is going to be in these pills? Is that legal? Is that safe?”

“No,” said One quickly, “Not your DNA.”

“Just heavily implied. Everyone knows that your powers can’t hurt anyone.” Said Two

“Y/n,” said Madelyn firmly, “Sit down. This has nothing to do with you.”

“My face is going to be on that bottle!”

“It’s already been approved.” Madelyn continued

“Without my permission!”

“Y/n, honey,” Madelyn stood up and cupped your cheeks, “Do you really think-“

“What’s going on here?”

Everyone in the room froze as Homelander marched in. The noise on his boots was the only sound in the room and the people from marketing shrunk back as he approached the board. Homelander studied it, his face eerily blank, before he said,

“What is this?”

“Just some new products,” said Madelyn as she dropped her hands, “Getting y/n’s points up.”

“I thought we agreed,” Homelander continued, “That you wouldn’t touch her.”

“The board decided-“

“And I decided,” Homelander interrupted, “That this,” he pointed at the poster, “Would not happen.”

He walked over to you and grabbed your arm. When he noticed you wince he loosened his grip but didn’t let go. Instead he pulled you against his chest and turned you around to look back at the poster. You wrinkled your nose and it and Homelander bent don’t and whispered in your ear,

“Don’t worry. You’ve always got me.”

A flash of red light caused you to immediately close your eyes. There was a yelp of shock and the sudden smell of burning. You heard Madelyn sigh from behind you and when you opened your eyes the poster was destroyed. The marketing guys were cowering in the corner but Homelander ignored them. Instead he scooped you into his arms and marched out of the door.

“We’ll be discussing this later.” Madelyn called

“No we won’t.” Homelander yelled back

He didn’t put you down until he was back in you room. You could feel your face burning the entire journey, people staring at you as Homelander carried you like a child. When you got back to your room he gently put you on your bed before burying his face against your stomach. You put your hand on his head and laced your fingers through his hair.

“I shouldn’t have let them do that,” Homelander’s voice was muffled against your stomach, “You were gone and I panicked.”

“I’ll always be here.” You muttered softly

“I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t.”

“Shh,” you closed your eyes as you relaxed against the pillows, “I’m here. They haven’t hurt me.”

Homelander looked up at you, his eyes glowing faintly red. You both knew that wasn’t entirely true. You felt the corners of your mouth twitch as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“I’ll kill them all if they ever did,” he said as he held your hand and laced your fingers together, “All of them. I don’t care how many bodies there’ll be as long as you’re happy.”

“You don’t need-“

“I will,” he squeezed you hand, “Remember what they did to us? We’re all we have. Remember that.”

You sighed and nodded.

“I do,” you said softly, knowing that he was right, “I do.”

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ways writers can be inclusive 101

“my cheeks turned pink in embarrassment” → “my cheeks heated in embarrassment”

“his hand ran through my hair” → “his hand ran over my head/hair”

“her bright pink pussy” → literally anything else

stop using mood boards of only white couples/children (heavy on this one)

using children names like eveleigh ann (do i need to explain..)

her hair was put in a messy bun/her long silky hair…

Respectfully, I know it’s just fanfiction, but if you’re going to write reader insert fics then do the bare minimum of making sure it’s actually inclusive and not white coded. Many of us shouldn’t read an x reader fic and imagine a white woman every single time. Stop taking criticism from bipocs, saying your writing is not inclusive, as hate. Let go of the mindset that having a bipoc in your writing means they have to go through some racial struggle or you must talk about their culture (a lot of bipocs don’t know their culture/where they came from). It shouldn’t make you uncomfortable to write them in your stories, we’re normal people too. If it does maybe a reflection is meant to be had. Like i said, it’s just fanfiction and it’s supposed to be fun, but some of y’all are purposefully exclusive and still tag your writing wrong.

And if you can’t handle it, tag ur fic as an oc or white!reader. Because it’s not right for writers to attack people asking for inclusivity and playing victim bc they know they can.

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— MJ and Black Cat, comic icons ꒱

— I hope you like it !

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some of y’all with printed copies of fanfiction are going to die someday and your books will end up at the secondhand book shop and someone is just going to innocently pick up blorbo/shitto enemies to lovers and when i think of it this way let’s keep printing fanfiction

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mcu : *introduces any new marvel characters*

me : im gonna read their comics then! 

my brain : and what if they fuck peter parker 

me, opens ao3 : THAT THEY DO

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Steve and Bucky, best pals, in the military together. They sign up for a pen pal program. People get selected at random. They strike up a friendship with this 'Peter Parker' both become completely smitten with him. Been writing to him for over a year while away.

Once they realize both of them are writting to the Same guy. They try their best to win Peter over. Anything it takes. Send him trinkets of their travels etc. So when One of them gets Peters phone number 1st. Steve and Bucky cuddled up close with the phone between them to hear the most perfect giggles and nerdy jokes. They will be on leave soon and they will be in NY.

These Brooklyn boys want to take out a boy in Queens once they get there.

Maybe they have or havent seen a photo of Peter. And they are surprised when this adorable twink shows up at the airport with a sign to welcome them home. And of course his Uncle Rhodney too who happens to be their commanding officer.

JESUS FUCK I wrote this twice and it deleted!

No, They don’t know what Peter looks like. They love his voice and they love his heart and his mind and they just… theres very little peter could do to make them not smitten. And peter has no idea what they look like, but Peter loves them. Seems to love them atleast. Who are they to hold peter to a different standard?

So, when they arrive at the airport they have no idea who their looking for. So the best bet is to hope for and look for a sign. A literal sign, not some stupid metiphysical shit. And sure enough there is one.

And then they see him. Petite, curly haired, freckled, big brown eyes, glasses wearing, in buckys sweatshirt. You know, the one Peter shyly asked if they could each send one night on the phone. Their perfect Peter parker, and he was so beautiful too. And of corse, Hes holding a “welcome home bucky and Steve” sign.

Steve stops bucky with a smack to his chest. “Oh my god. That’s our baby. Fuck, that’s Peter”. Bucky sets his sights on peter, and groans. “Oh Jesus we hit the fucking jackpot. My god He is perfect”. Peters still looking nervously, biting his lip. They found peter, but peter hasn’t seen them. So bucky makes the move. “Is that pretty peter parker?!” He yells. Peter finally noticed them and his eyes light up, as he takes off running to his boys.

Peter is having a hard time deciding who to run to first. Steve makes the decision. He drops his bag and opens his arms. Peter jumps into them happily.

“Steve!” “You guessed well” “didnt guess. Knew my captain with the blonde hair was Steve. Hi” “hey honeybun” peters laugh was so perfect as he burried his head in Steve’s sholder. Steve places Peter on the ground gently. “Got any love left for your Sargent?”

Peter smiled and rolled he his eyes, waking closer to bucky and stepping on his tippy toes to press a kiss to his jaw. “Of corse I do, bucky”. Steve pouted. “He gets a kiss and I don’t?”. Peter retuned to Steve to press a kiss to Steve’s lips. Steve’s hands were so gentle cupping his jaw, kissing him soft and slow. The Bucky whined “hey, he gets a real kiss and not me?”. Peter pulled away slowly to give bucky a kiss back, which wasnt as gentle, but still as wonderful. Finally peter pulled away, walking back to his abandoned father with his soldiers in tow.

Peter was so caught up in his kisses he missed his uncle walking past him, in absolute horror.

“You two are… like, so handsome. I’m sorry” “sorry?” Steve chuckled. “You’re sorry? You’re so fucking cute, Jesus Christ, we’re gonna eat you alive angel” peter giggled. In that moment, that Steve and Bucky realized two things. A) peters uncle was in fact their commanding general, and B) peters father was tony fucking stark, billionaire tech mogul. And peter was one of the most eligible bachelors in New York in that case.

“So, what the fuck is that?” Rhodey asked Tony, a horrified expression on his face. “You think I know? Peter and I don’t have a dont ask don’t tell policy with eachothers love lives. Mainly because he doesn’t want to know who I screw. Never really applied to him though… I have no idea what this is, no, but I’m guessing those are his army pen pals you told him he should get”. “Oh so peters throuple is my fault?” “Fuck yeah. You know those two?” “…yeah, yeah i do”. “Should I be concerned?”. Rhodey thought for a second. About everything he knew about barnes and Rogers. “…no? I always kinda figured they were together, but it was never a confirmed thing. I wasn’t expecting a third though, and definitely not peter.” And speak of the devil there was peter and his boys. “Uncle Rhodey! Welcome home” peter says with a big hug. “Hey sweetheart, glad to be home”

“Sir” “sir” the two soldiers greeted. Rhodey nodded slowly. “Sir, I didn’t know you knew Mr parker” “oh cut the formality’s I’m too fucking freaked out for this shit what is this?” “I… we don’t know?” Steve answered truthfully, and peter nodded. “James barnes, sir” bucky introduced sticking his flesh arm out towards tony. Who shook it slowly with an invite expression. “Steve Rogers” Steve introduced doing the same. “All the gin joints in all the towns and you had to pick not one, but two morons from mine?” Rhodey laughed. Peter shyed. “I didn’t realize until this morning when you all had the same flight number”. Bucky laughed. It was adorable.

“Okay, we’re going home. Are you gonna be home for dinner?” Tony asked. “I wouldn’t miss uncle Rhodey see come home dinner for the world. I’ll be home by six”.

Once they were finally alone at baggage claim, Peter bit his lip and looked up at his soldiers. “So, you two gonna take me home or what?”

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What would you advice someone who is experiencing writer’s block?

As someone who is always experiencing writer’s block, I could definitely use this list. Let me know if you want more tips.

Advice for Beating Writer’s Block

Read

You can’t write if you don’t read. Read a book, magazine, fanfiction, newspaper, whatever you like.

Go back ten lines

If your scene has run dry, go back ten lines. Change the line and take your scene in a new direction. Nine times out of ten, that’s where your problem is and it’ll set you back on track.

Write dialogue only

This trick might sound odd but I swear by it. When writing gets tough, only write dialogue in a script format. You can include short cues to

A: Sorry, I think you dropped this

B, flustered and panicked: That’s not mine— I’m sorry I’m really in a rush I should go—

A: No! I’ve actually be meaning to talk to you

Skip the block

Is one specific scene getting you down? Skip it. You can circle back later when you’ve gone further into the story. You can include what you want to happen in asterisks so you don’t forget.

*A escapes in a very cool way*

Let it be terrible

Write poorly. Rush through your scenes, make cliche dialogue, describe things badly, just get the story finished. Then come back and edit that story like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

Speak it

Using a voice recording app or diction mode, write your scene by saying it out loud. It doesn’t need to be perfect or coherent. It’ll get your creative juices flowing and help you think out the scene more.

I hope these helped. Now, go do some writing.

Also see:

Writing advice masterlist

Prompts masterlist

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FUCK A BREAKUP! YOU EVER WANTED TO REREAD A FIC, AND THE AUTHOR DEACTIVATED THEIR ACCOUNT.

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why are you almost 30 writing sexual fanfiction about a 15 year old character….and before you come with the “aged up🥺” idgaf. it’s giving creepy reddit mod that says “she’s 3000 years old🥺🥺it’s not pedophilia just cause she looks like a child🥺🥺🥺” you’re still sick and i hope u get your phone looked thru and ppl find this blog😋😋

And I hope you learn the difference between lines on a piece of paper and real life. 😊😊 But go off. 👏 There are bigger things in the world that you could be crusading against. 🥰

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Mary Jane & Black Cat: Beyond #1 (2022)

written by Jed MacKay art by C.F. Villa & Erick Arciniega

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It's a very silly request and you can ignore it, but maybe headcanons of Frank, Danny, PH and Evan accompanying their s/o to a Build a Bear to get a nice stuffed animal?

I know next to nothing about Build a Bear so sorry about that. This prompt is adorable also so tysm.

This is lightly edited so I apologize for any mistakes.

Contains: Jealous Slashers, Slatlking/Obsession Mentioned

Frank Morrison |The Legion|

Oho, expect relentless teasing. Frank will tease every decision you make with mock coos and demeaning little jokes.

He’ll also pretend he isn’t having just as much fun as you if you were to point to the plushie he held in his arms as well. Frank would simply scoff saying something childish yet funny in response.

The poor staff working there. I like to think that Frank has a general dislike of anyone who either tries to tell him what to do or has a higher authority than him wherever he is. This fact also stretches to employees at any establishment.

“Sir-” Frank immediately turns staring down the employee who dared speak to him and you. As soon as they got done saying what they needed too Frank would be pulling you away from the poor employee who is just tired and wanting to go home at that point.

He will be super possessive over you his arm practically glued to your hip. Imagine him literally barking at anyone who gets too close to you. He’s like a super attached rabid dog more than happy to bite anyone who touches you. Whether it be an accident or not he doesn’t care.

Will most likely end with you needing to pull him out of there forcefully breaking whatever one-sided staring contest he was having with a complete stranger.

Afterward, Frank will either give his plushie to you or keep it on or around his bed at all times cuddling with it at times just to remember you and the visit. If anyone were to come into his room when he was cuddling it, however, it is immediately being thrown under the bed, across the room, or in a closet.

He can’t let people think he’s getting soft now.

“You want to go where?” Frank asked laughing as he looked at you incredulously. “Build-A-Bear,” you responded your arms pulled tight across your chest as you glared at the killer currently crackling at the childish choice of date.

When he finally calmed down and stood you expect to be further ridiculed when he opened his mouth. Instead, you were happily surprised as Frank grabbed his jacket wrapping an arm around your shoulders “Alright let's go.” you were sure he was far done from teasing you but it made your heart warm at how he was holding you close willing to accompany you to a place he deemed ‘childish’.

Danny, Jed Olson |Ghostface|

Hope you enjoy photos because this man will be snapping them every other second.

He will quite literally have a stack to develop when he gets home, most of them simply being of you. With a few potential victims snuck in-

Danny will be amused with your choice of establishment lightly teasing you before just being happy to be near you. Don’t be fooled though Danny is obsessive and possessive, even worse than Frank is. He is just better at hiding it.

Overall I feel he won’t quarrel with any staff unless he feels they’re coming on to you. Same with anyone else in the building. He will go out of his way to seem pleasant.

If someone was coming onto you though Danny is immediately in defense mode. His hands on your side and shoulders a few fingers ghosting your neck all the while he stares down whoever dares flirt or make a move on what is his. Even if it’s just an interested look from someone across the room he will need to prove that he owns you by touching you in some way.

He will constantly hold your hand and even give you input on what to do with the plushie. Respectful input of course is not a little suggestive at times. The man is a pervert what can I say.

Expect sly wandering hands. You’ll have to swat his hands away from your ass multiple times getting an exasperated sigh in return.

He will ask you for your opinion if he decides he wants a plushie of his own. Every detail he’ll ask you about something even if it’s just a what one looks better.

Afterward, he will most likely keep the plushie unashamedly keeping it in his bed or on a dresser. If it’s not there it’s most likely displayed somewhere in his room near his stash of your photos.

Danny smiled as his hand ran over the soft exterior of the plush he held in his hands. It was adorable, like you. Danny chuckled as he set the thing onto his literal shrine dedicated to you. He leaned back before running his thumb over a photo of both you and him. “Adorable,” he said quietly a soft smile on his lips and an obsessive gleam in his eyes.

Evan McMillan |The Trapper|

You want to go where?

He will be confused and uncertain about your choice of outing but will go with you if only to spend more time with you and to make you happy.

This man won’t want to make a plushie himself but will enjoy helping you with yours. Ask him a question? He’ll give you a straight-up honest answer.

Now Evan won’t have a problem with the staff there at all being apathetic to them as long as they are polite to you and him.

If they are not, however, or if some people there try to come onto you he is in full-on scary protective boyfriend mode. He will be staring down whoever it is his hands on your hips and he will pull you in for a kiss. Evan would be more confident and sure that you are his and only his but he will still dislike anyone trying to hit on what’s obviously his.

He will feel extremely out of place though. He will most likely always be touching you in some way, he’ll either be holding your hand or he’ll have his hands on your shoulders.

Evan will love the little look of excitement that flashes across your face when you make the plushie. He may even point it out with a soft smile of his own.

If you give him your plushie he will be more than accepting and will be careful with the gift keeping it on or near his bead with no shame. Anyone asks about it? He’ll give an honest answer no shame.

If it smells like you he will definitely curl up with it when he misses you he’ll be full-on cuddling the thing.

Evan’s smile was warm as he gazed down at you. The pure joy on your face making his heart flutter and his lips curl upward ever so slightly. You looked so proud of yourself as you help up a plush in your hands letting Evan inspect it. He chuckled gently taking the thing and looking it over thoughtfully “It looks amazing love.” he said handing it back to you and pulling you into his side.

“Did you have fun?” he asked as if the constant smiling and giggling from you wasn't proof enough of your joy. “Of course, thanks for coming with me,” you stated through a smile pushing further into his embrace.

“Anything for you.”

You knew his words were sincere and he truly would do anything for you.

Pyramid Head

He will have no complaints. Drag him anywhere and as long as you are there he is happy.

No teasing would come from this man even if he was able to speak properly. In fact, he would be overinvested in whatever is it you are doing. He is very curious and will take note of everything.

The fact that you enjoy it will be reason enough for him to participate and he will be right alongside you with his own plushie.

You will most likely need to assist him or else the thing may end up a wreck. He’ll try his best to copy whatever you’re doing, but let’s be honest. He’s quite literally a living tank and he’s not made to do tedious tasks or handle something so fragile. The poor man will probably rip his plushie on accident and you’ll have to condole him.

The poor staff- as soon as the man walked through the front door a few just threw their hands up walking out. “Not today,” they’d say as they let the door swing shut behind them. The few members brave enough to deal with you and your strange but loveable lover will most likely be terrified and shaking.

Pyramid Head will be completely oblivious to his terrifying stature but it’ll be funny to watch this man finish his plushie only to hold it to his chest completely happy with the results no matter how iffy it may look.

He will definitely want to go back.

It was adorable how Pyramid Head was fussing over the plushie in his hands trying his hardest to make the thing perfect while simultaneously struggling not to damage the frail thing. The poor staff all looked terrified of your lover but this man was too enraptured by the soft thing he and you were making together to notice.

When you had suggested the idea of taking a trip to Build-A-Bear Pyramid Head didn’t hesitate to stand and accompany you happy to have you drag him anywhere. He was equally, if not more so, invested than you as soon as the both of you had entered the building. Everything was so soft and bright inside. He loved it. It made it better that you seemed to be buzzing with joy yourself your hand wrapped tightly inside his own larger one. It didn't take long for you to be dragging him throughout the store.

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I promise this will not become a common activity and I absolutely love everything you write, it is precious.

Maybe hcs of triad between Pyramid Head x Reader x Danny???? Either within the realm of the Entity or maybe, just maybe, in an AU Zombie Apocalypse, the idea that you like the most. Thank you for your attention and I hope you are well.

Contains: Pyramid Head, Danny, Jed Olson |Ghostface|, Suggestive Themes, Very Minor NSFW Mention, Nothing graphic at all.

I honestly wouldn't mind if your requests became a common activity, your prompts are amazing. Plus you just gave me the perfect excuse to do some more AU stuff! I never even thought about doing an apocalypse AU and I've never done one before so hopefully, this suffices. I had fun with it though.

Let’s say you meet Danny first. This man is completely fine with killing people alive, or dead. It won’t matter you get in his way? You’re dead.

You, however, well in Danny’s word “You’re just too pretty/handsome/wonderful to waste.” and that’s how you got stuck being dragged around by this man. Danny would thrive in the apocalypse. All the chaos is perfect for him, the only thing he would miss is being on the front page of the paper. He definitely carries some old copies around with him.

The first time you and Danny saw Pyramid Head the both of you almost died on the spot. For sure the both of you thought you were good as dead. No way for you to stab your way out of this one Danny.

“What’s that, zombies?” “no problem!” You taping on his shoulder before pointing in the distance “Um- Danny. Who’s that 7ft tall man with a sword-” Danny grabbing your hand already speeding away “I don’t feel like finding out, Movie star!”

I feel Pyramid Head would dislike Danny at first or try to kill him while swooping you up into his arms. Come here tiny human, let me save you from this impure man.

You would need to do some convincing on Danny’s part though and after listening to how he has cared for such a wonderful person he decides to spare him.

Danny will loath Pyramid Head at first constantly trying to fight the giant behemoth. Just imagine a hissing kitten trying to attack a giant dog who eventually gets tired and just pushes the kitten over.

Pyramid Head will simply follow the both of you around acting like a protective dog when zombies or raiders are around. Another thing that would discourage Danny is if Pyramid Head got to who/whatever was attempting to kill them leaving him no one to use to sate his own murderous needs.

If the both of you had a home-base of sorts or a set place to rest expect lots of cuddles from Danny on calmer nights, but nights filled with more violence expect some- let’s just say rough loving. Needless to say, you will not be walking the next day. Pyramid Head will be joining in also just not as much as Danny.

I feel Pyramid Head does not have a very high sex drive at all and at most, he’s a very body worship soft touches with a little bit of spice and a lot a bit of monster fucking. He gets off on giving you pleasure in any form.

Danny is very moody and once he settles more around Pyramid Head I could see him getting clingy with him if you weren’t around. Just like how Danny feels overly possessive of you over time it will also spread to Pyramid Head.

Honestly, I feel Pyramid Head will also grow fond of Danny given time.

It’s pretty much just gonna be you and your two overly possessive murderous lovers dominating the world.

Bonus points if you’re just as possessive and chaotic as they are.

You and your lovers had returned to your home base, quickly shedding the heavy and uncomfortable overclothes that, for you and Danny at least, had become a necessity for leaving your sanctuary to venture into the harsh environments. Sweet coated you, the underclothes you wore practically sticking to your skin. “Show,” you stated turning to your lovers. Getting a nod in acknowledgment in response from Pyramid Head and a go-ahead wave from Danny, who was exhausted already collapsed on one of the seats spread around, you headed off into the bathroom.

The water was cold and tinted a coppery color but as it washed over your overheated, grime-covered skin, it felt like heaven. You audibly sighed when you stepped out feeling clean and refreshed. Wrapped in a towel you left the bathroom returning to your lovers to fetch some clean clothes.

Looking up you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face.

Danny and Pyramid Head were sitting together curled into one another. You stifled your laugh as you immediately went reaching for Danny’s overused camera. “Say cheese,” you whispered as the thing shuttered the flash accidentally going off. “If I wasn’t so comfortable you’d be on your ass right now.” You burst out laughing at that point. Danny was glaring up at you from where he laid his face smashed against Pyramid Head’s chest.

“Sure, we both know you couldn’t do shit.” you teased. Danny arched his eyebrow a small smile curling on his lips “Oh, yeah.”

You must have been closer to the duo than you had originally thought because the next thing you knew the towel around your waist was gone and you were pulled down suffocating in Danny’s chest. Calling out playfully you struggled against Danny, laughing as Pyramid Head’s deep chuckle rumbled his own laugh joining yours. “Mine,” Danny said squeezing you. “All mine.” He stated peppering your face in kisses.

“Say it,” Danny said chuckling Pyramid Head’s gaze burning into you. “Okay,” you were able to stifle your laughing enough to speak “I’m yours. Both of yours.”

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