#cherry's asks

[blndspotting]

anon who sent me that ask yesterday night i did see it and i have tht account blocked. thank you for alerting me to this info 🫶🏽

[ficmachine]

It’s me for the final request because I am a touch starved needy bean! (Unsurprising >:])

Mayhaps I indulge in some of your finest cuisine, a Funtime Freddy [FNAF] x NB Reader 👉👈 please! Thank you in very advance - 🍒

Been having trouble putting thoughts into words so headcanons it is!

There might be mistakes and/or hiccups here and there but this is the best content I can put out rn so this is what you get 😔(sorry)

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Funtime Freddy x GN Reader [Headcanons]

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Surprisingly (or not) he's a very outspoken and communicative when it comes to you just... Not when he's worried bringing up something you do that might upset you. He's been trying to work on it after Bonbon approached you with this whole baggage. She watched him bite his tongue back every time the slightest possibility of upsetting you crossed his mind.

There's only so much second hand embarrassment this small bun can take before she's fed up with Freddy's attitude, especially knowing you're the kindest, most understanding human they've run into.

After a long rant from Bonbon you sat down with your favourite animatronic and explained that you want to listen to him and his worries just as he listens to yours. With a bit of encouraging he opened up surprisingly quickly about things you did he didn't quite understand or bothered him.

The fact that you had to explain why you bathe/shower every other night had you doubled over in fits of laughter; it turns out he was worried you would rust and wouldn't be able to see him again.

(He's just stupidly adorable like that sometimes. You like that about him.)

Turns out that even for a fairly smart AI his knowledge of humans and why they do what they do in everyday life is fairly limited - which you guess makes sense since he was originally made to entertain people, not to pick favorites and catch feelings for one.

And speaking of entertaining, he's definitely the funniest person you'll ever know. Nobody else can have you gasping for air after a joke or a pun that was timed just right, yet somehow he manages to without even trying.

As glad as he is that you like him, he's even more thrilled about the fact that you and Bonbon get along so well.

The few times he went off to find her only to see her resting on your shoulder or keeping you company as you worked really warmed his mechanical heart up.

In fact, she's so fond of you she's the first one to greet you whenever you arrive for your shift.

During the times where your attention cannot be divided on multiple things (such as work, a project you're working on, or just Bonbon herself) he settles for just spending time besides you and watching you do your thing. Sometimes he talks to fill in the silence and make you feel more at ease; sometimes he'll hum and do his own thing while the two of you quietly enjoy each others company.

And other times he'll step in to drag you away from whatever is stressing you out at the moment.

[ur-local-minecraft-creechur]

imma ask your evoker oc! grim, can you ride a ravager?

oh geez uhhh this ask made me remember that i need to draw emotes n stuff for my ocs.

okay so since grim cant be here ill just answer for him. he cant ride a ravager. hes too small to actually ride one and hes scared of them.

[ficmachine]

I would like to order one of your finest Brian x NB Reader fics please because you know I’m a zombie lover 🥺 - 🍒

I've no energy for a fic so quick in-depth headcanons it is 😔

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Brian (Monster Prom) x GN reader [Headcanons]

Warnings: N/A

Brian sleeps more than he probably should and he's 100% aware of that. Does he care? Not really. Does he care enough to pull you next to him and have you nap with him? Definitely.

At first you had trouble falling asleep anywhere but inside of your own house but now? The moment you feel the familiar lazy tug at your jacket and you're pulled either besides him or onto his lap your brain instantly kicks you with a “oh, sleep time. Alright”. It might be because of how safe he makes you feel - might be that he just has that kind of effect on you – who knows. Either way you're not complaining.

His favourite place to hang out would probably be the arcade – and no it definitely has nothing to do with the fact that the two of you met there. Absolutely nothing about how you easily beat his ass in most of the arcade games. Nope, definitely didn't feel his heart jump-start up again, for just a brief second, while he watched you completely thriving playing one of those dumb dino-shooting FPS arcade games. He's never felt this okay with losing before – it DID land him a date, after all.

He's a sucker for seeing you in his jacket even though it's much too big for you. It's heart warming to see you all cosied up in it.

Sweet tooth but only for the things you make for him. Does he have to eat? Not really. Will he? Yeah. His tastebuds are kinda whack but he'll still enjoy whatever you make or whatever the two of you get.

Big Scary Guard Dog privileges wherever you go with him. He might be a very laid-back kind of dude but most strangers don't know that. The way he looms over everyone definitely keeps others from approaching you.

He tends to keep everything you give him, especially trinkets and small things. He's got a designated shelf for small knick-knacks you've given him over the years. No, he will not get rid of any of them, they mean too much to him.

Asked you out through text messages. Is he proud of it? Not exactly, he knew he could do better but this was the quickest way to get around to it. He didn't get his hopes up when he did though, just kinda shot his shot and it worked.

[ficmachine]

[Rolls window down and leans out, pulling down sunglasses to read the menu]

Hey yeah! Can I get uhhhhh a number six no foot lettuce?

Aka an Oz x NB Reader please 🥺 - 🍒

No feet allowed in this household, we leave them at the door smh Cherry. smh 😔

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Oz/Yellow x GN Reader [Headcanons]

It took him 4 failed attempts, 2 smooth saves and 7 months of getting hyped up to finally gather enough courage to confess how he feels about you. The fact that he managed to confess and ask you out just as you decided to just wing it and ask /him/ out had the both of you in a state of flustered embarrassment for at least 10 minutes. It was cute though.

It's a very comfortable and slow-blooming kind of relationship. Neither of you are in a hurry to do all the things new couples do (mostly because you already had a fairly affectionate friendship before) and that's okay. You know Oz likes taking things slow and you don't mind waiting for them to feel content enough to initiate anything more than a quick peck on the cheek.

The two of you were close and affectionate even before you were dating, and despite taking it as slow as the both of you need it's rare to see you two outside together without holding hands. And if hands aren't available? You link arms together or walk as close to one another as possible without tripping over each others feet. The two of you like holding hands.

The little adorable phobias that surround him never get close enough to affect you too much. It might be because you're too confident in yourself sometimes, or maybe because they're too fond of you. Either way you never miss the embarrassed expression on your partner's face whenever you give the lil' cuties gentle little head pets.

Oz is possibly one of the most easily flustered people you'll ever meet and boy is it wholesome to see him hide his face when someone teases him about your relationship.

Funnily enough whenever they're in a playful mood, enough to gently banter with you and bring up just how very much you mean to him? How better their life is with so much to look forward to in the future? It's times like that where you're on the red-faced end of things; and as he stares at you with so much love in his eyes it only flusters you more.

[ficmachine]

[Gently wanders in]

Hello! I am writing to politely request a Puppet (FNAF) x NB Reader if that’s okay! I don’t mind how Reader is familiar with the animatronics at all, even if it means we just break in and K.O the security guard to spend time with them 🥺 - 🍒

Plot twist: Plot twist: you're not the one who breaks in to see them.

(Also hc: puppet's mute and goes by they/it pronouns lets g o)

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The Puppet/Marionette (FNAF) x Gender Neutral Reader

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Your eyes snap open.

It's dark and the fact that the first thing you see isn't your bedroom only adds onto your quickly-rising anxiety. Eyes darting left and right. Heart pounding.

The sudden creak from somewhere deep within the apartment, the vaguely familiar surroundings, and sudden awakening messes you up for a bit. Enough for your brain to take a moment to process where you are – your living room. You exhale. The second the recognition settles your body starts to relax, sinking back into the somewhat comfortable couch. You must've fallen asleep watching TV, and with inactivity sensor on it definitely turned itself off when you didn't press the button it in time.

That's alright.

Something doesn't sit right with you in the back of your mind, however. Yes, you have fallen asleep here a few times, and usually you'd get up and stumble into your bedroom without even waking up properly, but this time you simply don't have the energy to move. It's odd... You're usually bothered by dozing off at the TV but perhaps sleeping here tonight won't hurt. Sighing quietly you shift, cuddling further into the pillow. Good on you for being smart enough to leave out here earlier.

Oh well, at least you're not very sore.

You settle down very quickly, and the gentle pressure of your feline friend petting your head drags your consciousness away from you quickly. It was only when you realised that cats don't pet people that your breath hitched.

Fuck-

You don't even HAVE a cat.

And in that moment you swore you've ever felt this awake, nor this scared.

Your body jerked you away from the intruder, launching yourself in a way to put as much space between the two of you as possible. With a loud thud you fell off the couch banging your head back into the coffee table behind you. With a yell you grab the back of your head- piercing white pain spreading through your entire head; tears quickly gather in your eyes as you close them shut. No longer being able to think of anything else but how much everything hurt you curl yourself up into a ball.

Someone moves closer.

Your flight response changes, your body locks into place.

Within seconds the same thin hands that dragged through your hair were moving you palms away from your head but you didn't budge. Oh no, there was no way in hell you'd move. You weren't going to.

What seemed like minutes passed, and instead of forcing your hands away they settled for rubbing your shoulder reassuringly. When the pain slowly ebbed away into manageable levels, and you've gathered your courage, you slowly looked up. You looked up and near sobbed out loud in relief.

As creepy as this whole situation was you've never been happier to see them before.

The Puppet's lips tugged down into a frown, once again running their hands over yours and you begrudgingly let go. With a gentle bump of their forehead into your temple they sat up to tower above you, checking your head for any and all injuries.

Sometimes you forget how small you are in comparison.

Nothing's wrong though, no wounds; you're fine. You could tell that much by how their shoulders and posture visibly relaxed. You relax as well, wiping your tears away.

They lift you off the floor, pausing and making sure it's okay with you first, and take you to your room. Settling you into your bed, you couldn't help but feel emotions swell in your chest when your favourite lanky bud tucked you in – all their movements very careful to not hurt you more. You smile at them, unable to stop the chuckle when they seem to beam back at you.

How did they know where your bed was when they've never been here before (to your knowledge, at least) is a question you can ask another time; just like any other questions you've been meaning to ask.

Marionette sits on the edge of the bed, as close to you as they can, tilting their head to the side – asking if it's okay for them to stay for a bit. And you nod back. You even scoot back to give them more room, and they don't hesitate to make themself comfortable.

Settling down once more you accept another apologetic bump of their forehead into yours, and reassure them you're fine with a gentle kiss pressed to their forehead. They melt right there and there - letting their limbs fall limp by their sides only catching themself when they start sliding off the bed. Quickly sitting up they give their body a little shake for good measure, shaking the excitement out the best they can in one movement.

“Stay the night, it's okay.” You mutter; heavy eyelids closing as the exhaustion from this whole event finally settles into you. The pain still very much there but there isn't much you can do about it, you'll just sleep through it.

And as Marionette's soft fingers carefully caress your cheek you know you won't have trouble falling back to sleep again tonight.

[ficmachine]

;w; Depositing my One Time Friend Discount to ask for a genuine PH x NB Reader - 🍒 ily

👀 I see you, i hear you, you’re welcome.

Also I hear the One Time Friend Discount is refundable as long as you wait for me to forget you used it. (so give or take 2-3 days )

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The Executioner / Pyramid Head (DBD) x Nonbinary Reader

Warnings: blood and slight injury mention.

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You've been wandering around for hours.

The thick, heavy fog makes it hard to breathe; the air you inhale seems to linger at the bottom of your lungs and the short breaths you exhale disappear the moment they leave your lips. 'Heavy fog' is an understatement. It's suffocating at very best, almost draining the little energy you have left after all the running you've done today. Existing in this place is beyond exhausting.

Not only have you wandered away from the warm and safe campfire into the unknown, but the weather so far out made clothes cling to you as if you've been drenched by a passing storm. At this point there was no turning back though. You don't know where 'back' is. So your brave trip is very quickly turning into an unsure steps and quick breaths.

The arm you extend in front of you disappears elbow-down, causing a sigh of frustration at the situation you're in.

At this point you're never going to find him.

The further on you walk the more your stomach twists – dread settling itself cosily in the pits of your belly while your mind shoots a quick, unwelcome thought: what if you'll never find a way out?

As quickly as the thought comes, it halts.

“Fuck.” Pain quickly spreads through your nose and forehead as you look up at the tree you just walked face-first into, hissing a curse before you kick it back for what it did to you. And you kick it hard.

Your tears sting while you blink them away, quickly bringing your hand up to check if you're bleeding and taking a step away from the dumb tree that turns around in response to your assault and-

You stumble back with a scream and your own two feet betray you. Suddenly you're plummeting down to the ground quicker than you can process anything.

Breath hitching.

Eyes closing.

And then you're being pulled. Harshly yanked by a massive hand that has killed hundreds before you. With a quiet grunt you're brought in close at such speed you bash your face into him again. And this time you're sure you broke your nose.

Hearing your pained sob instantly reminds him how fragile you can be, how little it takes for him to actually hurt you – and most of the time it's accidental. Most of the time he forgets his own strength and leaves bruises on the hands he just held. Most of the time he cracks your back with what he thought was a soft hug. He tries to remember, he swears - but most of the time he forgets.

As you're blinking away the mix of pain and tears you don't notice yourself being sat back down, you don't notice him sitting down next to the massive slab of metal he drags with him everywhere. You only realise what happened when you hear the sound of cloth being torn and then feel it press against your bleeding nose. And this time it's gentle – this time it's oh so very gentle and careful that if you weren't in so much pain you'd cry for a completey other reason.

Taking the piece of cloth off him with a thanks you lean your head against his shoulder, finally looking up at the pyramid-shaped helmet that covers whatever ungodly mix of flesh he has under there.

“I missed you.” You mutter tiredly, barely above whisper. The old metal creaks in acknowledgement as he nods, bringing as close to him as he possibly can without crushing you.

You can tell he missed you too.

[ficmachine]

👉👈 Could I get an NB reader x Beardo from Animal Crossing? - 🍒

Look, I’ve never seen his man before, I’ve never heard of him, but now he’s in my house rummaging through my drawers and giving me writing tips. Take your man, cherry. smh

Seriously though, wasn’t sure how to write him but I think I did alright.

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Beardo (AC) x  nonbinary Reader

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Knocking twice on the turquoise door you wait a beat before pushing it open. You're greeted with the familiar office-looking room and one very surprised but very sick-looking Bear, sitting in the brand new bed. When did he manage to get a bed in here in between last night and this noon is beyond you, but you don't question it too much.

“Whiskers! (Name) wh-”

Rushing over to quickly set the dish on his desk you usher him to lay back down, and gently scold him for trying to get up and greet you properly.

“You can talk when you feel better,” You cut in, quickly checking his forehead - he's burning up. “I didn't see you anywhere today so I asked around, figured something might've happened; figured you were sick. So I brought you soup!” Beardo's attention turns to the bowl of steaming broth as you motion towards it.

It took you a bit to find a good enough recipe that didn't take up the entirety of the day, especially with what little ingredients you had back home, and it came out pretty damn great. Not only do you have a lot of left overs for yourself, but probably for the rest of the island too. Perhaps you can even put together a little family dinner once you're done here? That does sound incredibly nice and tempting.

The turquoise bear sits up weakly when you pass the broth to him along with a spoon which he grabs with his spare paw. “Th-”

“Ap!” You're extremely good at interrupting him lately. “Food first, then you can talk. We have all day and I doubt you ate anything yet.” If you thought about it sooner you would've brought him some bread to go along with it, but right now it's a bit too late for that.

That's alright, you'll remember next time.  

With a defeated sigh, and a 'thank you' in between coughs, he lifts the spoon up to his mouth to eat. Pride swells in your chest when his eyes grow wide and he starts chowing down on the food, briefly pausing to watch you pull up his office chair next to his bed. He relaxes when you sit down, knowing you're not planning on leaving as soon as he was done eating.

Like you said; you have all day.