— Tony himself as never really thought of love as one of the many things he'd spend time on.
— Sure, he is quite arrogant about what is good and what is not, but there are some things that genuinely make him think.
— Is love really a waste of time? It provides happiness, yes, but is it worth the effort? To wait and wait for that person to accept, only to get dumped or worse. Why would anyone put themselves in a position where they could get easily heartbroken or hurt?
— That question dissipated when he met you. Teacher or student, either way he kept his eyes on you for quite a long time. Much more than he expected.
— You were...quite the view. He was normal about your presence, and didn't really care that much. Sure, it was a surprise that someone new would be added, but it's nothing to throw a party about.
— With teachers or students, Tony is partially reserved. He'll only talk first if you seriously peek his interest. Otherwise you'll have to do the work by yourself. In working hours, he is very eager and talkative, but on private...he's mainly quiet.
— Not quiet as in "shy" quiet, but more on the "observing and thinking" kind of quiet. He's still a gentleman, of course, but mainly out of education.
— Tony, obviously, really loves to talk about his subject, and is quite patient to explain it to you. But make no mistake, as his patience is quite short and won't hesitate to slap his own beliefs into you.
— He's not going to fall in love at first sight, clearly not. He needs a lot of time before developing anything for anyone ; and by time, I mean months, years even.
— Once you're friends, you notice Tony is...very strict about many things. Especially with time, as expected. A singular minute late is enough to make his arrows flare in anger and pester you about it for the next hour. He doesn't want you to be late! What were you doing? Who were you with? He needs an explanation.
— He gets particularly mad if you say you were busy with someone else. Is that person so important to the point you had to neglect him? Rude.
— But nonetheless, if you spend time with Tony, you have to respect his boundaries and demands. Otherwise, bye bye.
— Play along if you have to, but don't dare question anything of what he says. Actually, he'll be much happier and eager to answer any questions! As long as they're respectful. This only makes his attachment grow stronger.
— He'll begin to drag you almost everywhere with him. Even as he sleeps on the wall, he'll feel much better if you also sleep on the wall or the couch.
— Tony knows you want privacy...but come on! How can he be so sure you won't procrastinate or waste time doing useless things? He has to keep you up and ready!
— He can even be possesive of you at times (if you haven't noticed) to the point of taking you away everytime he has the chance to do so. You have better things to do together.
— While he doesn't outright defend you, he'll keep you away from some teachers. Sketchbook and Colin are okay, but Shrignold and Steak are not. Lamp is neutral.
— He won't dare interrupt their classes though.
— Tony WOULD interrupt if he sees anyone else being around you for longer than 15 minutes. Friend, family or stranger, he doesn't like that.
— Anyone who attacks you will be dead in a second. Exactly a second.
— He swears it was just "their time" and that he can't control such thing, he's a clock anyways. You shouldn't worry about that.
— Tony would actually ignore some of your likings and gift you whatever he thinks is good. You like books? Fine, but they'll be History books. You like flowers? Good too, but they'll be wilted.
— He would adore you if you worked in anything that involved clocks or history. Just don't think you know more than him and you'll be fine. Feed his ego a little.
— He's not...good with affection or anything related to love, so be ready to only receive gifts and maybe a little smile. He's rather cold with physical touch, so you'll have to start anything if you wanted him to actually "reciprocate".
— Even so Tony would be horrible at giving. He's staying still while you touch him. This is good if you're trying to fix or clean him.
— About human forms...he's a little shy about it. Will only show it if it's super neccesary or he wants to play mysterious. None of the teachers are allowed to become human while working, so he'll have to do it on private or just really far from anyone else.
— He is incredibly jealous if you haven't noticed by now. He wants you to waste time on HIM only. This intensifies if you have a stablished relationship.
— He'll die if you wear anything victorian-era related.
— Tony takes very seriously the idea of anything higher than a simple relationship, even trying to think of a perfect future for you two. He can't know what will happen, but he can always rewind everything if something goes wrong...
— You can match little bows! Obligatory.
— Shrignold will probably try to slip himself in to give him "advice", which gets him swatted on the table in an instant. Tony doesn't need any help, he can do it by himself!
— Actually, anyone who tries to give advice can go to hell, he's fine on his own. YOU are fine on your own.
— He'll even get any kind of excuse to pull you away if anyone tries to convince you of leaving him, he won't stand such disrespect.
— You wanna marry? Fine, okay, but the wedding will be how he wants it.
— Marriage is practically the same except he looks and behaves like those grandpas that sit and read a newspaper the entire day. Don't worry, he'll provide everything.
— Although you can't see your family or friends, he's always gonna be there for you!
Hello could you write some platonic headcanons for yellow guy x friend reader who is like an older sister/motherly to him? ty!
hello hello hello it's been a while since I activated in here ima do this now because I need to write smth 🥀🥀
Platonic! Yellow Guy & Female! (Implied) Reader!
— You came some time later after the three guys moved, being one of Duck's friends and constantly checking up on him because of his... his things. He was declared dangerous by his own so he had to get someone to check on him.
— Your motherly, kind nature was good enough to keep him controlled. And that, too, caught the attention of his roomates.
— Red couldn't care much, yeah he was thankful that you were keeping Duck as peaceful as possible, but he didn't pay much attention. But Yellow did.
— The only family he's ever had was his dad, and nothing more. Yellow would hear about a "mother" from time to time during his childhood, but he never really thought of it.
— He knew what it meant. It was like a female dad, so he thought that having a mom was not so different from having a dad. The only difference being that mothers were more attentive and often resembled care yet authority.
— You were just like that. Taking care of them, being kind, showing a bigger control. Yellow saw a pattern.
— It took him some time to fully trust you. Not because he hated you, but because sometimes you reminded him of Roy. Just a little bit. He loved his dad, but sometimes he was scary. You were a bit scary too.
— Even so, he sometimes forced himself to talk to you. When he needed help, or when he got hurt by accident. You were there, and he was glad of it.
— You would always worry about what he needed and wanted, which was kinda weird but he got accustomed. Even started to like it too, knowing he'd get scolded if he did certain things on his own.
— Yellow sometimes holds your hand when he gets nervous or just by mere instinct. He also does it to show you something or bring you somewhere.
— He develops genuine trust after a few moments together. Even telling you some stuff he can't tell the others becaude they don't care or show the same excitement as him.
— Duck told him to put you and Roy in the same room and see if any of the two died. Truth is, Roy doesn't care about you. He just...looked at you. For an hour.
— Even if Yellow sees you as a motherly figure, don't baby him. He's already grown and the fact you're like a "female dad" shouldn't mean he's a toddler. But don't insult him, either....please.
— You often defend him, actually, and he's really grateful, but doesn't know how to show that.
— He sometimes brings you stuff he finds around the house because they remind him of you. Rocks, flowers...weird substance on the corner of the kitchen. He doesn't elaborate.
— Honestly Yellow has the memory retention of a gold fish, so most of the stuff you tell him will be forgotten in a minute or two. Although, there is some stuff he actually remembers exactly how and when you said it, but it's...overall just random stuff.
— Sometimes when the other two don't wanna help or talk to him he goes to you. After a while, you might be the first person he thinks about when he needs anything.
— As said before, he holds your hand when he's feeling nervous, but it's also to make sure you're there and next to him. It's not always your hand, it can be your sleeve or just anything he can reach.
— Red and Duck even get a little jealous when Yellow goes to you when he needs help, neither of them seeming to understand why he does it and that they're the reason of it.
— Although Yellow can't control what the teachers do, he'll maybe ask if you're fine. Or attempt to defend you if they do anything...to no avail. But the thought is what counts.
— You'll need a lot of trust if you want him to tell you what happened with the other teachers and what they did to him, but even so he'll just tell you small bits because he "doesn't fully remember".
— Red finally explained one day that the "female dad" term was wrong and that it was actually a "mom".
— Yellow might've called you "mom" by accident once. Whether he continues or not is up to you, but either way he's okay with calling you both names.
Hello!! Could you do a shrignold x death teacher!reader? They oppose almost all of his philosophy, constantly talking about loss, mourning, and generally putting down the idea of love, yet still they are his 'special one'? Hcs or a oneshot, either is fine. Thank you!! Your writing is absolutely delightful have a good day <33
Shrignold x Death Teacher! Reader
— First things first, you have to know Shrignold does not take different beliefs...so well.
— You were a new teacher, and just like all the others, he would come by and pester you about his whole subject. Asking personal questions and trying to "get to know you".
— But your responses...were just not what he expected.
— Teachers would just shush him away or play along and then walk away, but you fought back and turned down all his illusions with a few words.
— "As soon as your partner dies you'll be wasting your whole life mourning for them...and you want me to have one of those?"
— He would just...stay still and look at you blankly. Like you slapped him across the face.
— "...I— Excuse me?"
— This was one of the few times he actually stuttered. Sure, Tony spoke back like this too, but...you were so blunt. It was different.
— He tries to change the subject, ignoring your statement, thinking maybe you were used to other kinds of welcomes.
— But your feet are hard on the ground, insisting there is no point in loving anyone when you're all going to die in the end. It is disorienting, even making him think you had a terrible experience with couples.
— His surprise was quite evident when he learned you were just like that. As a teacher of death, and like any of the others, your personality was heavily inspired by your subject.
— That being said, someone like Shrignold found it hard to dialogue with you when all he talked about was love and the happiness it brought.
— Meanwhile you turned all his lights off as you said the entire opposite of what he taught, and also kicking him out of every single meeting or room you were in.
— He didn't back down, though. Which is the reason most teachers just don't tolerate him in the slightlest. You included.
— The butterfly found you to be a challenge, deciding to not stop until he convinced you to say at least something nice about his subject.
— Most of the time you spent it underground or walking around the nearby graveyards of the town, and he'd get out of his way just to fly by and pester you. Trying to make small talk and slip one or two questions about your romantic activity.
— Your behaviour, while usually passive, turned upside down as soon as you saw him. Talking less and becoming colder with your answers didn't help his case at all, especially when he tried to ask personal stuff about you.
— "I believe someone can love you one day, even with your attitude!"
— "That's a shame."
— While he's not one to get mad easily, he is, however, easy to stress. As soon as someone talks back, he gets slightly nervous and tries to get back on the road as soon as possible.
— He would try absolutely anything to make you agree with him on something, anything. And that would make him spend more time with you, with or without your permission.
— Eventually that leads him to seek help from Malcolm, praying by his statue for hours in a desperate attempt to find an answer.
— He is very eager to know what could be the solution. Leaving you alone obviously isn't on his list, so there must be some kind of plan or divine intervention that is pushing him and encouraging him to keep himself on your life.
— ...And that is when Malcolm answers, truthfully, that the reason he was so attached, so clingy, so...insufferable, with you, was because you were his soulmate.
— His "Special one" as he called it. His other half. His partner for life.
— Two polar opposites, he said. One half that contrasts the other, but needs them to be complete. Somehow, he came to accept it. After all, the trope was very common in couples.
— And well, if Lord Malcolm said it himself, who was he to deny? Or to change destiny itself? He just had to try harder. Smarter.
— If he can't do it his way, he'd have to adapt...or just pretend to actually understand you and ignore every single one of your beliefs and preferences. That would do.
— And so he begins. With gifts, compliments, "dates", talking, everything he could think of. Hey, at least he tried to get on your theme! Getting wilted roses isn't so easy!
— As said before, he'll try to adjust his own ways to match yours, giving you loving gifts that went with your subject, from rotting bodies to dead flowers and very suspicious candy that reeked of trash and were filled of maggots.
— While he himself would vomit at the smell, Shrignold would try and suck it up just for you. Keyword: try.
— Liking them or not, you now had a flying pest that would follow you absolutely everywhere. If you're a coffin, he'd even get inside you just to lay down and talk for hours if he wanted.
— Yeah...can't promise he'll stop pestering you about love and how you're destined to be together and married.
— Even if you try to think positive, there is no way a relationship like this could genuinely work like how he would want it to do. His hope and stubborness is the only thing keeping this marriage from crumbling.
— Everything depends on how you take it. You can pretend to love him back, or still be cold and treat him like trash. Either way you're not going anywhere.
— You're completely opposing to whatever he preaches and this causes some arguments, which he acts like nothing happened and just smiles like an idiot when they're caused.
— Shrignold does not often show anger or any negative emotions, so you'll never know when he is fuming in the inside when you two are arguing. He just smiles.
I was thinking about it.. could you do a Colin the computer x reader One-shot? Something where Colin feels mildly jealous about a particular situation!
(Op is a huge fan of the "electracey and laptop are colin sibling's" headcanon so sorry if it's here plastered everywhere okay. Also a bit ooc(? Idk im just putting headcanons everywhere 😔)
Jealous, jealous, jealous.
Lately, you started to notice something particular about your boyfriend.
Colin was, generally, a nice and friendly guy. He was always eager to help others, using his smart computer functions for anything that they would need or want. Especially when it came to you. You and Colin have been dating for a while now, and at first, you didn't see or notice anything wrong with him.
He was amazing, actually. He was smart, caring, attentive, maybe he had a slightly bigger ego than the average, but that didn't affect you or anyone else. You could almost believe he was perfect.
Almost. If it wasn't for one thing you accidentally found out by accident.
Colin had never told you about his sisters until you insisted enough to meet his family. He was incredibly strange about it, saying excuses like they were busy or that "they're really feral." You knew that was a lie because his voice would get really glitchy when he forced himself to missinformate you.
Now after a while, you finally had the chance to see them. Electracey and Laptop were excited to know you as well, calling and texting Colin multiple times to already let you come into their house for dinner. He would scoff and cut them off, and Tracey would send light volts through the call as a warning. Your boyfriend would glare at you if you snickered.
Today was the day. You were brought into a nice apartment complex on the city, Colin told you that this was actually his parent's place, but they passed it down on Tracey to support her while she studied. Laptop was passed from home to home, both in Colin and Tracey's care, but since you didn't live with him, you never saw Laptop.
You started coming up the stairs, with Colin behind you as he examined the place with complaints and asked if you could go back home. Obviously, you denied, for some reason he was extremely whiny and defiant when it came to visiting people.
Yes, you knew he wasn't the most social with people he didn't know, but this was his family you were talking about. He surely has no excuse to be like that around them. Both of his sisters seemed to be really nice and happy to see you, so what could be the reason?
Your thoughts stopped when you reached the door that made Colin loudly groan behind you. Knocking twice, there was a loud sound of rummaging and footsteps from the other side, before the knob twisted aggressively.
As soon as it opened, you two were met by a bright and smiling Electracey, with Laptop hanging from the older female's shoulders with a grin. She welcomed you in, making way for you to walk inside the house. Colin didn't move from his place, before Laptop got off her sister's shoulders and forcefully pulled him by the hand and inside with you. You could hear them bicker for a moment, as Tracey pat your back and happily told you to get comfortable.
For the next few hours, you were able to know more about them. Tracey was, actually, the oldest of the three, and their parents weren't able to take care of Laptop by their age, so she was charged to take care of her with Colin, who was obviously the middle child. She told you about their young days, how Colin was much more affectionate back then, but soon was too lazy to visit or even see them again. Though, he was actually eager to hear about them most of the time.
So why was he like this? You couldn't even explain it when she asked about it, even theorized that maybe he just had a bad day. But that wasn't possible since today was his day off, and he was the entire time being clingy and cutesy with you. The moment you told him you had to go with his family, that is when he got grumpy.
Tracey said that it'll probably pass, knowing his groans and whines only lasted very little before being his normal self again. Even so, it kept you curious...
Before having dinner, Laptop insisted you two should play together. You were about to agree, before Colin, who just walked into the room, scoffed and pointed at her.
— Laptop! Leave them alone, they won't play anything with you!
He said with a slightly glitchy voice, seemingly getting mad for no reason. You directed your gaze to him, just about to wave until Laptop yanked you with her, holding your hand.
— But I need a new voicebank for my songs! I just need a few vocals!
— Doesn't matter, you can't annoy everyone you meet!
— It's not annoying, I'm just asking for a favour! (Y/n), you'd let me record your voice for a bit, wouldn't you?
She grabbed your shoulder pleadingly, looking at you with puppy dog eyes to try and convince you, before Colin rushed to your side, clinging to your arm as well.
— No they wouldn't! (N/n), don't you rather spend time with me? Don't waste it on this brat!
— Brat?! Hey, what happened to calling me by my name? Why are you so possessive of them all of a sudden? I know they're your partner, but this is too much even for you!
You nervously looked between the two, as the male robot hissed and angrily gripped your arm, his black square eyes glitching to a bright cyan. Looking to Laptop, her eyes were a shining swirl of blue and white, getting mad as well.
— What? Are you jealous they're giving more attention to me than you? Jealous!
— I'm NOT jealous!
— JELLY JELLY JEALOUUS!!
A sound of electricity rumbled from the two, Colin's tail rising and hitting against the couch with clear violence, and Laptop's screen face lighting up into a red screen of danger.
— SHUUUT IT UUUUUPP-
— DON'T SHUT MEEE-
Bonk! Pang!
— Ouch!
Both were bonked in the head by a pretty calm yet strict Electracey from behind the couch, a hand on her hip as she scolded both robots.
— Now, you two stop it at once, friends! Too much of your energies together could electrocute our poor guest! Remember last time you burnt the whole's building energy system because of your bickering..
Laptop and Colin groaned in pain by the hits, as you worriedly looked up at Tracey.
— Don't worry about them. It happens all the time. Though, Colin is not one to actually build up energy. You weren't thinking of attacking Laptop, were you?
She looked to her brother, who was still whining and rubbing his head in pain.
— Tchh...No..
His eyes drifted to you as he moved over to close a distance and rub his face against your shoulder. His hand threatened to touch you, but hesitated and hung in the air before he did anything.
— It hurts...can we cuddle now?
— Colin, you don't even like cuddling.
...
You fell down on your bed with a groan. For the rest of the day, Colin would get into random tantrums with Laptop, even in dinner and after you left they kept yelling things at each other. She insisted he was jealous, to which the computer boy would yell back in anger.
You kept that in mind. Jealous? Is that why he was so whiny? You snickered. Of course he was jealous.
Someone opened the door. Footsteps stopped before your bed before feeling something heavy fall on your back. A rubber texture wire wrapped around your thigh, keeping you inmobile. Colin's face nuzzled into your neck, and you could even hear his engines heating and running.
— I thought you hated touch?
— ...Mnnfphm.
— Did you really get jealous?
He stayed quiet before softly smashing his head against your neck, an audible moan of frustration escaping him. You sighed at this, turning around to face him.
— What's wrong with you now? Laptop didn't do anything wrong, she just wanted help with something.
— I don't like that.
— And why not?
Colin didn't respond to you, instead opening an eye to somewhat glare at you.
— I don't like sharing.
— Uh, Colin—
— I. Don't. Like. Sharing. Especially with Laptop. She's a brat.
— She's a cutie. She just wanted help.
— It's a way to get you away from me.
— At this point, you're just jealous because you want to, Colin.
He groaned again, his tail starting to hit and move up and down aggresively. He was getting angry.
— I wanted to be all day alone with you! I didn't want to go to their house, I wanted to stay!
...
— I thought you liked socializing? Or at least didn't mind going out?
— I know! But sometimes I want alone time! I like staying inside with you, we were having fun playing games and going into the dark web!
— Colin.
— I don't hate Tracey or Lapty, I just wanted to have an inside date for us. I wasn't in the mood for visiting, I even tried to tell her if we could go some other day, but she insisted and I didn't want to say no otherwise she would get mad and-
— Colin. You're overheating.
He let out a sigh, falling back on your chest and his tail doing the same against the floor.
— Sorry.
— It's okay.
— Sorry.
— You can stop now.
— Sorry.
— Alright okay.
...
— Are you okay now?
— Yeah, I guess.
— Are you normal now?
— I am.
He lifted his gaze to you, his square eyes becoming bigger as he saw you nose to nose. Or more like, screen to nose? His arms snaked up to hug you close, resting on top of you.
— This is one of the very few times you actually let me touch you.
Hiiii? I can’t decide if I should ask for hcs or a one shot but as long as it’s Shrignold x m!reader I’ll be happy ^.^
…maybe a touch of a yandere Shrig..?
Hell yeah I've been waiting for this one JUJUJUJUJIJIJ im sorry if this is so loooonnng huuughhhhh i get excited sometimes okay
— First things first, when we talk about the Teacher of Love himself, let's say he has... complications with understanding same gender relationships. So when he finds out he likes a boy, he is so confused.
— Stuttering, questioning, endless prayers... it almost seems like there is so much broken with him. He doesn't want to admit it either. His cult and followers would start questioning of why he's the only one that can have a same gender partner while his songs and writings are exlusively straight.
— He shuts it down anyway. Even Malcolm himself told him to quiet down and follow you. Following? As if, getting to know you?
— It was weird. The boy that was his supposed "Special One" was nice. Cute, even. But he couldn't think of that. It was too early, what if Malcolm had confused? Yet that was impossible, the King of Love himself could never be wrong!
— He would watch over you from the clouds and trees, always making sure to be hidden and out of your reach.
— Shrignold, at some point, would start approaching you. First he would send his followers to speak with you first, bring him any information they could get. Just so he can get a glimpse of who you are.
— When he's ready, he speaks first. Always speaks first. You thought he was a bit weird, but didn't mind much.
— Shrignold is incredibly attentive. He listens to whatever you have to say no matter what, always nodding and even sharing his own thoughts. Being respectful of course.
— Yet he still wanted to know what made Malcolm choose you as his Special One. If the King said it, it must be true. So what did he see? He wanted to know.
— The butterfly also liked it when you invited him to your home or on weekly meetings. He liked to see you.
— He was quite a dork, too. He wasn't so used to going around without flying, so sometimes he'd trip over or hit himself by accident. Luckily, you were there. He liked your touch.
— Shrignold would hear you talk and talk. If you did something in the day, if anything happened, if you just felt like it, or if you got into long rambling sessions. He liked your voice— Wait what?
— He couldn't believe his own head. He fell for a man. And he was... liking it so far.
— Expect him to bring you flowers every day. He spends quite a lot on you...
— Physical affection, words of affirmation, gift giving, acts of service, etc. He is all love languages at once. Whatever you want, he is there.
— He has two forms. His butterfly form, and the human one. Around you, he's using his human form the most, though sometimes he comes over as a tiny thing knocking on your window.
— As a partner, Shrignold surprisingly tries not to brainwash you. He loves you for who you are (after enough time of dating), and if you were just another mindless follower... it wouldn't be the same.
— Though he does plan to make you his right hand or co-leader of the cult...
— Shrignold is not... Okay, yeah, he is extremely jealous. Possesive, even. He can't understand why you interact with other people who are not him or his friendly followers. If you're talking with someone, he is right behind you, glaring at them with bright red eyes of hatred.
— Of course, if we talk about him being a yandere, let's say Shrignold is extremely territorial about what's his. You're HIS husband. HIS Special One. HIS partner for life. He doesn't see you as an object, but you're from HIS property and territory. You are not getting away.
— If he is extremely busy with something, he goes and yells to the cult to follow you and make sure you're not doing anything with anyone. Yes, he knows you won't cheat on him, obviously. You have everything you could ever ask for, why would you do that?
— If he finds out you have suitors asking for your hand, oh he is MAD.
— Mad to the core. Mad mad mad mad. The butterfly is really angry. That person is never being heard of again.
— But anyway about that. You don't wanna see your husband as some sicko, right? He is much more than that!
— He really likes it when you hold him, doesn't m— He really likes it when you hold him, it doesn't matter how! Bridal style, hugging, spooning, whatever you want! Especially if you pet or caress him, oooohhh..
— His antennas and wings are the most sensitive, so be careful when you touch them! He gets a little tingling. It's like touching his nerves. It doesn't hurt, though! Just a bit of tickles and warm feelings. It calms him down a lot more easily, actually.
— Shrignold loves to hold your face in his hands. He uses his thumbs to caress you everywhere, no matter how you are or look. He wants to see you. In the eye.
— He also gifted you a golden ring, claiming you as his husband. Congratulations!!
— He loves you very much. Did he mention that? He does. Will do anything to keep you as his own. Forever.
— Would never hurt you, either. The most he can do is scare you, but that's only as an emergency. He'd rather cut his fingers off than doing anything to you.
— Brags about you to anyone that stays long enough to bear with him. Shows his ring to everyone, too. Also has a picture of you on his heart collar. A collection, actually...
— In his tiny form, he likes to snuggle against you and hide under your sweaters or shirts. Also lays on your shoulder or hair, usually curling himself like a ball.
— He will never show you his true form. He uses makeup to cover all of it, so if you touch his face, he might flinch a lot and even back away slightly. Not that he hates it, of course not! He just... fears it might wear off. He's not ready for that.
— If you want children, you two can safely adopt! Though, Shrignold is... generally bad with children. Speshal One is an exception, okay? Maybe you could adopt her instead. Or not.
— May not seem like it after everything I just told you, but Shrignold is actually very tame and obedient as a husband. Tell him to go, he does. Tell him to clean, he does it gladly, and with an apron on. Tell him it is the special moment of love and affection, he is dashing to you in a milisecond.
— Overall cultist butterfly activities. He was homofobic, and you fixed him. How wonderful can love be! Good luck though.
Hii,I could ask for something Romantic, from Larry x F!reader (who had an episode of nightmares and from that moment on she doesn't want to sleep anymore, and Larry ended up helping her) I've seen a few Larry fanfictions, then I saw your blog and it saved my life (っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ
(Not sure if this is supposed to be one shot or headcanons, but I'll do this oneshot just in caseee ><)
Close your eyes.
— AAAAAAHHH-
You jolted awake from your bed, clutching hard to your heart that was on the verge of exploding. Another nightmare. Cold sweat was dripping down your forehead, combined with the tears that you've just now realized were there. You bring your fingertips to touch your cheek, soaked completely.
There was a groan beside you, as your partner, Lamp, also woke up by your scream, looking at you with an extremely tired yet startled awake. Even the light from his hat turned on immediately, bringing light into the once dark room you two were in.
— What..was thatt..???
He asked lazily, looking at you while rubbing his left eye. You couldn't bring yourself to fully explain it. This was one of the very few nights you could sleep, yet you probably slumbered for an hour before waking up again.
It was tiresome. For months now, you've been having recurring nightmares. No matter how you slept, what you saw, what you thought, they would always come. And each one was different from the last. You couldn't sleep properly. You barely had an hour of peace before they woke you up almost instantly.
It was incredibly hard to even fall asleep, taking you from minutes to hours in order to rest, no matter how tired you were. The nightmares soon escalated to happen almost every single time you dared close your eyes. Even memories of the things that happened in your slumbering mind made you jump on the bed with panic.
Even after all of this, and knowing your boyfriend was familiar with dreams and nightmares, you never told him anything. You didn't wanna disturb him, yet you knew he was already suspecting something.
— N-nothing..I'm sorry I woke you up and—
— Did you have a bad dream again?
That question made you quiet. It was obvious he'd connect the wires one day, and you couldn't hide it anymore. You softly nod, looking away from him.
You felt him slightly move, sighing before turning his light off.
— For how long?
...
— ...few months now..
The silence between you two was strong. You didn't know what else to say, and he was awfully quiet. Maybe he was mad? Sad? Thinking? He didn't show any signs of anything, and you couldn't bring yourself to looking back at him. After a few moments, he spoke.
— You could've just told me about it. Y'know I could help you.
— I know! I know that! It's just... I didn't want to annoy you. You're working all day about being a teacher and explaining about the brain and dreams that I—
— (Y/n).
— I didn't want your few hours of rest to be helping me out with something that I know keeps you stressed, and you need to drink to have a break—
— (Y/n).
— I'm sorry, I really am, I can't control these nightmares, and I feel so scared to tell anyone else about it, I don't want to be a burden, and I seriously want to-
A hand fell on your shoulder that shook you slightly, making you jump again. You slowly turned your head to Lamp.
— (Y/n). It's okay. It doesn't bother me a bit.
His soothing voice made your trembling slightly go away, although some twitching on your fingers stayed. His eyes were straight looking at you, the glowing star on his left iris not falling anymore.
— I need you to remember that I'm always gonna be there to help you in whatever you need. Especially if it's something about your dreams.
— ...
— Look, some people say we have nightmares because of what we see and look through our regular days. We overthink about one peculiar thing that scares us too much, that our brain believes it's normal and should even dream of it.
As you continued to listen, Lamp softly used his hands to lay you back down on the bed, as he followed suit by your side.
— But maybe sometimes it's unwanted. Your head cleans itself every once in a while, so it has more space for more thoughts, but like any cleaning, one or two things escape our grasp, and it stays for much longer than expected. Even when you don't think about them anymore, your head, which is like a cinema, replays it by accident.
You nuzzled your face into his neck, slowly feeling more sleepy as he kept on his rambling. His hand rested on your forearm, sliding up and down and rubbing circled with his thumb.
— Of course, in the next cleaning, they go away and leave you alone. Although, like mold, they can grow back on and infect your brain. The new thoughts your head has let in have to fill up the space so that no mold grows back.
— Pfft, and what..? Are you a brain cleaner?
— I could be. If you closed your eyes and let me do my work.
— But— What if I have more of them again? What if-
He shushed you with a slow finger on your lips, making your awkwardly look at his hand then at him. He had a stupid grin on his face.
— Those are the same exact thoughts that make you have bad dreams. Now shush it. Close your eyes, and I promise you'll be just fine.
— How am I sure you're going to help? You teach... neurology? Or whatever that was? You're not a dream catcher.
Lamp seemed to flicker some kind of lightbulb on his head after some time of thinking before snuggling his face on your hair. He took a deep breath, and just as you were about to say something, he fully used his entire body and weight to trap you underneath him.
— Hey! WH-
He cradled your head against his chest, clinging to you while shushing you. While your muffled protests didn't seem to affect him.
— Now trust in me, okay? I'll make sure you have nice dreams now.
You only sighed, more like groaning. You allowed him to accommodate himself, hugging you closely as he started to snore softly, quiet enough so you could sleep. After a while, you closed your eyes as well, feeling the slumber conquer you almost completely. Your nose nuzzled against his neck again, sighing into his soft, fuzzy blue sweater.
...
You slept pretty well that night. The first in many months.
I forgot to clarify this in case its not like, obvious, but uuhm aahhh ughmpfhh haghmmm if twooo or more requests are likeee basically the same, like, asking for the same thing, they're going to be mushed together for one headcanon or one shot huamp oookkkiiir dokiiie im getting to work now
I was wondering if I could ask for a yandere¡lamp x reader one shot if it's possible? I've loved your one shots and headcanons so far I'd love to see this one.
Hell yeah the lamp shall be received
" Eternal Dream. "
....
You couldn't ask for more in your life. Everything was perfect, and how you always wished it to be. You had a nice home, a great job, an amazing family, and on top of it all, a loving husband. He was the best ever since you met him. Although his only problem would be his addiction to alcohol... but that was quite rare.
Generally, he was a really nice and sober guy. He was a teacher at some university he never talked about, though you knew because you heard him say that.
You'd help him get around, and eventually, he started to drink much less, now taking just barely 2 bottles a week instead of the 16 he's take a day.
You two met one day by accident. You were walking on the streets when you bumped on him. He caught you just in time, even if his mind was clearly intoxicated. Lamp was a little wobbly after buying and probably drinking lots of alcohol bottles, so you offered to walk him back to his house without issue.
Since that day, you became friends and eventually engaged. He was a chill, funny guy, and much more wise when he was sober. When he was drunk...eh, let's say he was mostly babbling nonsense, yet that didn't stop you.
You were coming back home after an easy day at work. You didn't do much, and even the boss told you to go out early. Driving through the road with your radio playing, you suddenly got a call from Lamp, your husband.
Answering the call while looking forward on the road, you heard his voice ask first.
— My Starliight ~ How are youu? I called your workplace, and they said you would come early?
His voice teasingly called out through the phone, making you chuckle a little bit.
— Yes, I'm on the road now. Should be there in a few minutes.
You heard a bit of silence through the other side and some static before Lamp spoke once again.
— Great!~ I'll have dinner prepared for you, alright? You must be exhausted..
— Ah, no, no, I'm actually pretty good! Leave the food intact, I'll cook it for you and I, alright?
He seemed to hum in slight disagreement, but in the end, let out a laugh. Mmh, was he drunk again?
— Alrighhht alrightt..~ I'll leave it. I'm waiting for you all saaaddd and expectiinng..~ Can't wait to see you, Starlight..
Definitely drunk. Or at least, at the verge of it.
— Lamp, are you-?
Before you could ask him about it, he hung up the phone. Static rings, and then your music went back on. Sighing, you only continued to drive, noticing just now that the road was empty. Weren't there cars just passing by? Never mind, just your imagination. Or maybe because you're quite paranoic at night.
...
You opened the door of your home, putting your bag on the hanger next to the doorframe. As you did, you found a sweet surprise.
Your husband laying lazily on the couch, a bottle sitting next to him on the floor. Sighing, you closed your door and walked up to his side, placing a hand on his back.
— Honey..? Hey..
The strong smell of alcohol was everywhere near him and the couch, even when you leaned in to kiss his forehead. That was only when he started to wake up, his eyes doing an attempt to open and work correctly.
You placed a hand on his back to support him, his hand coming to grip your shoulder. He nuzzled in your chest vaguely, more like bumping his head on you.
Giggling softly, you leaned to kiss his head again, caressing his hair with scratches. He only seemed to mumble something under his breaths, trying to sit up. You stood up to help him, setting him more comfortably on the couch.
— I'll bring you some water, okay? Did you have one bottle?
He laughed again, his drunken voice ringing in your ears. He nodded, almost falling before a hiccup interrupted it, bringing him back up. You giggled as well, patting his shoulder and walking off into the kitchen. Although this didn't answer your question fully, since he could be lying, you just shrugged it off. His bright red nose told you enough.
....
Even while eating, you could see something was...strange. Lamp didn't eat, so you were alone in the dining room. Eating alone.
After dinner, it was midnight. You had helped your husband back into your bedroom, his mumblings never even after he practically fainted as soon as he touched that pillow. After that, you went over to do your usual routine before sleeping.
Taking a bath, washing your teeth, fix some more things around the house.
The usual. As always.
The sky was pitch black outside, telling you it was probably time to sleep. Sleep. Yes.
You needed that.
...
You changed into your pajamas, or at least what you found the most comfy to sleep on at night. Well, what other time of the day would you sleeo on?
You walked to the mirror.
...
You.
You had a great life. A loving home, an amazing job. And on top of it all, a nice....husband.
...
Husband?
— ....
Your eyes were tired, yet not from sleep. Or nothing else. What were you...
No...
What... hUsbanD?
...
Yes.
Your amazing husband.
Your nice husband.
Your loving, loving husband.
Ah.
Lamp.
You couldn't ask for more in your life. Everything was perfect, and how you always wished it to be. You had a nice home, a great job, an amazing family, and on top of it all, a loving hUsBAnd. He was the bEst ever since you met hIM. Although his only problem would be his addiction to you but that was quite rare.
His gaze on me made me uncomfortable. He had been looking at me for more than I could have expected. He stared and stared, no moving. I had to run off before he tried to do something at all. The next few days... I would always see him everywhere, anywhere. He was following me no matter where I was. His black and star shaped eye were piercing, as if he was trying to read my mind. If I looked back, he would smirk wide and try to approach. I always ran off. I'm so scared for my life...
How...
Yes.
This was your Life.
This wAs yOUr TrUe self. YoUr...SelF.
AhaAhAhhaAhaHAHaah
By HIs sIDe.
Forever.
Forever.
A dark room beneath the endless stars. The body of a young adult laid in a pool of black oil, both hands on their chest. By their side, a smirking, slumbering male of stars and clouds, watching the forever sleeping presence of his spouse. A golden ring in each of the two's hand. A bound of love. Unbreakable. Eternal.
The many rotting bodies of their friends, family, close ones, anywho that was close enough to you. How long have they been there? There wasn't even smell. Just their dry blood and corpses circling the happy couple's wedding bed.
Your writing is so good. Could you please do a yandere one-shot with Tony?
Here you go anon I love you too
" Looking at all times. " (TW : Descriptions of g0re!)
Since, forever, practically, you've been living with these three other guys. You only knew Red Guy before meeting the other two, and you first wanted to move in together. Although, seeing that his job wasn't enough to keep up with the bills and chores, and you still were recovering after an accident you had, both of you decided to get roomates.
Duck was the first to arrive. He was a very distant relative of yours, and apparently, the assylum didn't want anything to do with him. Still, he would pay everything on time because of the money he was provided, although sometimes you had to fight him to get it out of his hands.
Yellow Guy was the next one. The boy was young, and his father was the one who actually sent him here so as not to take care of him anymore. Yellow was kind and sweet. He had a part-time job that, although it wasn't as recurrent and well-paying, it was enough for the groceries or other resources you needed to live properly.
The day he came, Yellow Guy had several things on his bags that he took from his old home. Some were prized possessions of his, but others were things his father also didn't need or want anymore. Among all those things, there was a clock. One of those wall clocks with a hanger, round, and working on a specific brand of batteries that stopped being fabricated or just were really rare to find.
What was strange about it was how it had little eyes. Two small, cute eyes with a line under the red arrows that probably represented its "mouth." It didn't have a glass protecting it either, so you could easily toy around with the little adds it had.
— Yellow? What's up with this clock?
You eyed down to the object in your hands, turned around with the little case of his batteries open.
— Uh? Umh, my dad doesn't need it anymore. He says it's broken.
Looking at the clock again, you frowned slightly. It was a really cute clock to waste. Yet, you were gonna put it up somewhere. Maybe one day you can find the batteries it needed.
Getting up from your place, you walked back to your room. Holding the clock to your chest, you looked through the many drawers, seeing if, by any chance, you had something similar to the recharges it needed.
As you rummaged, you soon found something that, although it wasn't what you needed, was much better. A little yellow bow with red lines on each end, it was extremely small, and coincidentally, the tie was just the size of the clock's black frame. Smiling at the funny coincidence, you grabbed some glue as well before placing the clock down on your bed table.
You sat down at the edge of your bed, very carefully leaning down to drip some glue on the clock's frame. Your fingers softly grabbed the bow, trying to calculate to perfectly place it down. As you did, you pressed it a bit harder on the frame, making sure it was well glued and stuck.
Waiting for it to dry, you curiously examined the clock further. To be "broken," as Yellow said, it was actually in great shape. Maybe one or two stains of what looked to be oil, but that could be cleaned easily. You softly grabbed it by the sides, holding it up.
You smiled warmly, your thumb caressing the frame delicately.
— Such a little gentleman! How about I call you... Tony?
....
Of course, it didn't respond. Although you swore the little eyes slightly moved to look at you.
— Good! Now, where do I put you..?
....
— Do you seriously need to put it here? It's so ugly.
— Don't talk about Tony like that!
You had asked Red Guy to help you with putting Tony on the wall of the living room. Duck didn't seem to like that idea, as apparently he was disturbed by the mere presence. "Especially with those eyes."
— Why not? It's the truth! It's almost like he's glaring at me.
— Duh, because you're being mean? Can't you see he's a gentleman?
Red chuckled slightly before finally being able to put Tony in his rightful place above the chimney. He fixed the small bow as well, now properly put correctly on the clock's frame. You smiled up to it. A clock seemed to be enough to bring a little more life into the decoration of your home.
— You said he needed batteries?
Red asked, both hands on his hips while looking down at you. You nodded.
— Yeah, but I'll see if I can get anything similar to his originals.
— I can ask my co-workers if they have some. Do you know if it has a model?
As soon as you heard that, your smile dropped and turned into a confused frown. You hadn't seen any numbers or names on his frame and battery case. You merely shrugged your shoulders.
— Uh...
Red sighed, shaking his head softly.
— Well... I'll still try to ask. Don't worry about it.
You stayed quiet. Looking back at the clock on the wall. His arrows were perfectly placed to look like he had a moustache.
— I mean, at least it looks funny. Looks like a refined man.
— More like a horrific man...
— Duck!
.....
And seemingly, after weeks of living with the clock on the wall, Duck's hatred didn't stop there. Today, you found Tony with his arrows slightly bent, and one of them was broken in half. You found him thrown on the floor, and you immediately knew who it was. As Duck said, he fell by himself to excuse the fact he threw him off in purpose. Obviously angry, you chased him down with a broom, and after finally getting him out, you looked back at the clock.
How could it be so sensitive? The arrows were a really strong plastic. Did that green feathered savage start bitting on it? Knowing how he was, it was possible...
Nevermind. You only let out a groan and grabbed the clock with his missing parts, walking back into the dining room to go a grab whatever you needed to repair him again. The arrows were thick, so gluing them back was no issue. Arriving at the table, you placed Tony down carefully not to break him further by accident. He was quite sensitive, from what you could tell.
Then, you forgot you had to bring the materials over! Running upstairs to get what you needed.
...
You came back down with super glue, some paper tape, and red paint to cover it up afterward. Though you didn't expect to find something else next to Tony at the table.
A small bouquet of... wilted flowers? They were incredibly neglected and rotting at this point, some of their petals even falling off just by a small gust of wind that came through the open window. Your once neutral expression became confusion, did any of the guys leave it here and left..??
You went to sit down at the table in front of the broken clock. You noticed there was a little tint of dark blue on his sides. Was it paint, or was there any quimics? It would be absurd. You were alone now. Duck ran off outside, Red and Yellow went for groceries, so...
You merely shook your head. You were probably hallucinating from stress or something like that. Probably.
...
Another day, you were minding your own business in the living room. Cleaning around like you'd always do on Sundays, sometimes even forcing Duck or Red to help. Though, almost as always, Duck had to go buy his meds, and Red Guy seemingly got caught up in his job again. How could they put their people to work on Sundays? Not even Red Guy knows why, but he doesn't seem to care anyway.
So now you were cleaning with Yellow. You didn't usually clean with him. He was really clumsy, and lots of things broke on his hands, but since you were close, you could at least help out if anything happened. Yellow was helping you in the living room, using the vacuum cleaner with slight difficulty. You had to stand up in a chair to clean dust off the paintings and frames.
Maybe it was too much, but you can still remember how you found a gigantic spider behind one of the paintings that hadn't been moved an inch for 6 months. The mere thought still sent shivers down your spine...
As you ran the wet rag on the wooden frames, you felt a slight move from the chair below. It was really small, now that you saw it, so it was quite obvious you'd move around too much. Though that didn't stop you from continuing to stand on it, determined to clean up nicely and leave no spot without-
Your thoughts were whipped away when you felt the chair moving back and falling, your heart stopping for a milisecond.
Suddenly, your view blurred and went black. Your body felt itself moving upwards. You were standing on the chair again. Yellow was still on the vacuum.
You looked dumbfounded. Didn't... didn't you fall? Did time go backwards out of a sudden? You.. you took a deep breath, trying to calm your heart down. Looking down, you saw you were now on a different chair, a wider, bigger one that was able to stick on the ground and not move while you were on top of it.
Yellow probably noticed your breaths, or at least saw something wrong on you.
— (Y/n)? What happened?
At the sound of his voice, you turned your head with a nervous smile, shaking your head slightly.
— Ah, I'm fine, Yellow. Just.. thought I saw something.
— A spider?
— Yeah... it was just a black spot.
He seemed to buy it, looking down thoughtful before going back to his chore.
Letting out a sigh, you continued to clean a shelf now, leaving that memory aside and trying to forget about it. Though, as you did, you could feel a pair of eyes looking straight at you from behind...
Your head snapped to the direction you felt it on, wondering if maybe Yellow was the one.
...
You felt your body get chicken skin when you saw no one on the living room.
....
You couldn't explain what had happened.
You were all alone. It was 11 pm in the night, and you were completely alone on the house. The trio had gone out for something. You don't remember what it was. Even so, you decided to stay. Work was incredibly exhausting, and your body was practically screaming at you to go into bed and rest.
Though, you had woken up by one of the window's glass breaking downstairs. Your heart jumped out of your chest at the sound, jolting awake from your bed. At first, you thought maybe the guys came back. Yellow had a habit of accidentally breaking stuff. When that happened, he'd let out a sad pout or run to you. Not for help, just to announce 20 plates broke on the kitchen.
But you didn't hear anything. No pouts, no footsteps running upstairs to your room, nothing. Not even a knock on the door. The only sound was the constant white noise in your ears.
You stood up from your bed, your legs very clearly trembling in dread of what or who could be downstairs. Especially since you had nothing to defend yourself with. Opening the door, the hallway was almost pitch black, the only light was coming from your bedroom, which you left open in case you had to run up. Duck had this stupid habit to turn off all lights when he went out, not even putting a lamp or any source of energy.
You squint your eyes in the darkness, walking slowly and as quiet as possible. Your gentle steps went low on the stairs, trying to keep your breathing steady and silent as well, attempting to be calm.
The sound of another presence around the house made you feel more scared than ever, though you only wanted to think it was a wild animal. Trying to lead yourself, you finally make it to the dining room, flickering the light switch next to the door frame.
The dining room was an entire mess. Every glass and vase was broken on the floor, along with lots of objects thrown as well. The drawers were wide open, and you could see a bag full of belongings on the table.
Before you could get any closer, you were pulled by the back of your hair, a tight hand grasping you hardly and smashing you against the wall.
You didn't have time to speak when a blade was dangerously placed on your throat, pressing hard enough to probably leave you a scar that hurt like hell. You hissed by the pain, your eyes shut tight. The person was masked, mumbling curses and threats to cut your throat split open if you moved.
They were holding your wrists in a painful grip, preventing you from escaping or using your hands to defend yourself. Even stomping hard on your bare foot to keep you weak and inmobile. You let out a groan of pain, tears running down your cheeks with your poor breathing barely controlled. The robber only pressed the dagger even harder, slowly sliding it to the right as a sick threat to keep you still. This only made you cry harder, an unbearable pain on your neck, feeling a wet liquid drip down to your clothes.
You thought it was finally it. Your view was blurry of tears, and your desperation was increasing, fearing for your life right there and then.
...
The person finally let you go, but not because they wanted. You let out a gasp of air, looking down and hugging your trembling body.
A guttural, sickening sound of blood and skull breaking apart filled your ears, the glistening slide of a metal blade had gotten through your aggresor's head, shutting them down instantly. What could only be described as galoons of blood splattered on the floor, along with remaining pieces of their flesh and skull cracking on top of the reddish, sticky liquid. Finally, their body fell with a thud, making you jump again at the scene before you. You wanted to puke, your poor stomach twirling and revolving. Yet you had to hold it in when you heard...
— What a waste of time.
A refined, elegant male voice with a slightly british accent spoke in front of you, hearing the individual slide his strangely shaped sword back on their hip. You heard him step closer in front of you, slowly and carefully, to not scare you more. The only thing you could see were his blood splattered red shoes with yellowish laces, stained as well.
The male stopped in front of you, delicately grasping both of your hands in one of his white, soft cotton gloves. You could feel his breathing close, although he wasn't fully invading your space.
— My dear, look up at me.
...
Slowly, you obeyed, with the fear that he might do something to you.
Your eyes widened in shock and slight relief to see a familiar face.
His round black eyes, his thin mouth and shut lips, the yellow spots on his chin and side of his ears, the red arrows as moustache.
The yellow and red stripped ribbon.
— T-To..Tony..T—
— I know, I know. Worst time to appear.
He responds over your trembling voice, looking down with a little blue blush on his cheeks. His hand placed on your shoulder, trying to calm you down.
— Your time is not up yet. And I'll make sure it doesn't end.
Tony pressed his forehead against yours, with your breathing still rapid and hysteric. Your tears continued to fall, feeling the burning pain on your neck still. Your vision, as if being foggy wasn't enough, started to see black dots all over it, with your head feeling lightweighted and finally, falling into the arms of the man.
...
It has been a while since that happened. The next day, everything was completely untouched. The dining table, the belongings almost stolen, the window, all was back in place and repaired. The trio came back home to you sound asleep.
You first thought it was all a dream when you woke up. Getting up to do your usual routine of the morning, you took a deep breath when you found everything well.
After going to the bathroom and washing your face, you went down to the living room. The trio were there, each doing their own business on their seats. You smiled at them, waving hello and good morning.
— Ah, I thought you weren't going to wake up. You were asleep like a log.
You softly chuckled.
— I know. I had a weird dream.
This made Red Guy hum, looking to the TV again, just like Duck did. Though, Yellow was the only one to keep looking at you.
— What are those bandages around your neck?
...
Your blood ran cold at the question. You finally realized about the white coverings around your throat, touching them with your gentle fingertips.
Slowly, your shaking eyes looked up to the clock atop the chimney.
He was looking back at you. Instead of a plain line as mouth, he was smiling. Smiling and looking down at you.
I apologize if the requests are really short!! I'm trying my best to do them as fast as possible because the 5th is my birthday and I'm preparing lots of hang outs with my family and friends KAJSIQHSJ (>-<)
Again, I'm very sorry if they look rushed or take too long!! Have a lovely night my friends!
