Do you have something for Shaco? ^^ ❤️
yass! a Shaco request!! hope you enjoy darling❤️
TW: blood, violence. you know. Shaco things.
Human!Shaco General Relationship Headcanons
not suprising to say, this man ain’t tall. he’s about 5"4'-ish, definately not much taller. if you’re taller than him, you’re easier to scare. you won’t see him approaching from down there. if you’re shorter than him, he’s a bit trickier: surprises from the ceiling, hanging upside down.
he’s.. mysterious. if he ever takes his mask off, you won’t see his face clearly. the only chance you have is sneaking in while he’s showering, or pretending to be asleep and stay up until he takes it off. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you - he does, very much. but he’s pretty insecure about his looks and relies on that always-smiling mask.
he may seem like a pretty optimistic person, only seeing the laughter and little pranks in life, but there’s much more to him under the clown clothes. he’s actually pretty pessimistic; that’s the main reason why he started his carreer as a full-time serial killer. he thinks about violence too often, making him think that no problem can be solved without bloodshed. be careful with him. if you piss him off, no matter how much he loves you, you migh end up on the floor in the pool of your own blood. and his own
ok but enough of angst. he’s a huge cuddler. periodt.
he’s in your room every night. you can’t stop him. he’s a skilled trickster, you can’t set up a single trap that he won’t dodge. usually arrives late night, when you’re about to go to bed. it often goes like:
You just finished showering. Only having a tower wrapped around your body, you slowly opened the door to your room. Shaco usually comes around this time, so you walk in as quiet and careful as possible. taking long steps towards your wardrobe, you look around in the dark room. 'Strange.' you thought. 'He’s usually here by now, ready to scare me.'
After changing into your pajamas, you sat on the edge of your bed and eyed the window unpatiently. "Where is he?" you sigh. Alright, enough waiting. You decided to get cozy in your warm blanket while scrolling through social media to distract you from your missing boyfriend.
After some time you felt.. weird. You sensed a presence in your room, but you didn’t see nor hear anything or anyone. Brushing it off, you kept on scrolling, but it was interroupted by a cold hand on your ancle. You screamed in fear and started kicking around under the blanket, only to start hearing a very much familiar, demonic laughter. Shaco crawled out from under your bed, adjusting his clothes after being messed up under the furniture. "Gosh, Shaco, you scared my soul out of my body." You didn’t get an answer, he just kept on laughing.
You two spent the night cuddling and talking about random topics. When you fell asleep, he kept on caressing you and hummed you cute music-box lullabies.