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I've been feeling down lately and all I've been thinking about is getting a comforting hug from either of my husbands 🥺, sooooo I drew some slashers based on this meme 👀👀❤️

Michael is TRYING to not crush your head 🥰

you are playing with fire y/n 👀

Thomas gets all flustered when you hug him, he doesn't know what to do 💕💕 and he doesn't want to hurt you 🥺❤️

Bubba gets all excited when you hug him, he can't say no to a bear hug!! 🐻❤️

Jason doesn't understand what are you doing with your hands, but he's happy If you are happy 🥰🥰

DBD Killers' / Slashers' Types 🔪💖

Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Danny Johnson, Jason Vorhees, Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger (OG):

- Freddy adores those who are sweet and innocent; the thought of being the one to defile someone like that gets him off. Are you a virgin? Never been to a party? Have a overprotective family? Count him in.

- Those who play hard-to-get, are mean and hot-headed, and won't put up with his sh*t are also his favorite. He LOVES to get a reaction out of people and thinks it's funny to make others angry. Plus, he thinks it's cute when you're mad.

- A bit of an uncommon find, but he'd love someone who can match his energy. If you're just as messed up as he is, and are down to clown and mess with others, he's instantly in love. Of course, keep your ego in check- he's the dream demon, not you, and he doesn't need a partner to torment others in their sleep... BUT he'd love to have you along for the ride all the same.

- He'll love you no matter your size, but if there's more to grab he's not complaining.

xxx

Michael Myers (OG):

- He prefers those with a quiet-to-medium lifestyle and volume. He doesn't really like anything that's too rowdy, as he's easy to annoy and he's got a short fuse.

- Seriously, annoying is a big no-no. You may have better luck if you've known each other for a long time, but just know he wants to reach over and crush your head like a can of coke.

- On a more positive note, he's pretty content with pretty much anything, as long as you don't get in his way too much or give him a headache. It doesn't matter to him what you look like (although being taller than him may make him ever-so-slightly uncomfortable at first), what you do in terms of work/school, or what your hobbies are.

- He has a soft spot for eldest siblings types - those who are reasonable and can care for his needs without being too overbearing like a parent are perfect in his eyes. He'll never admit it, but he likes being spoiled like a giant cat....

xxx

Jason Vorhees:

- Nothing about your appearance really matters to him, but height ESPECIALLY doesn't matter to him - If you're taller than him he loves it, and if you're smaller than him he loves it.

- Wants both of you to feel safe - he wants someone who will protect him just as he protects them. Those with nurturing, kind personalities are perfect for him. Someone his mother would approve of is a MUST.

- On that note, drugs, booze, and sinful activities are a big no-no for him. If you remind him any of those gross camp counselors he so dislikes, he may just have to put you down.

- Although it make spook him just a tiny bit at first, he loves cuddly, physically affectionate people. He's a big teddy bear.

xxx

Ghostface / Danny Johnson:

- Danny LOVES people who are tinier than him, whether it be physically or personality-wise. Those who are easy to overpower and fluster make his ego go through the roof, plus he thinks they're adorable.

- He also low-key likes people who could kick his ass with a single glance. It's not his first choice, but the threat of danger certainly gets the blood pumping to a few places.

- Being hard-to-get just makes him want you even more. Having things as soon as he wants them is alright, but having to work for them gets him excited - it's like a game to him. Are you ignoring him? Mean to him? Just difficult to get alone? He's instantly obsessed.

- He doesn't mind people who are on the rowdy, loud side, but they do activate his kill instinct just a tiiiiiny bit... well, maybe a lot. ... A ton.

xxx

Leatherface / Bubba Sawyer:

- His type would be the classic "pretty person with nice hair and eyes who smells like flowers and is nice to him no matter what." If you're pretty and kind and look and act like you're some fairytale princess (even if it's just in his eyes), he's immediately head-over-heels.

HOWEVER...

- He really just wants someone who's patient and kind. Thats it. Shoot, even if you're not either of those things he'll love you all the same, so long as you have what's best in mind for him.

- It doesn't matter what kind of life you lead. He personally leads a pretty secluded lifestyle with his family, only really going out for food or other necessities, so that would be preferable, but in the end he doesn't mind how quiet or loud of a life you lead, so long as you dont put his family in danger.

- On that note, getting along with his family is a MUST. No matter how much he loves you, if you're rejected by them then he'll have no choice but to... well, you know. Hope you like questionable meat stew.

- ...He just wants someone to nurture and be nurtured by. ):

This is a new DBD killer/Slasher HC blog! If you liked this and would like to see more, please send me an ask! Thank you for reading!

001. Russia. Getting the band back together. Bring a jacket. 002. The Lab. Every story starts somewhere. 003. Creel House. Tick-tock. 004. California. Hold onto your butts, brochachos. Every ending has a beginning. Vol. 1 is coming May 27. Vol. 2 is coming July 1.

Moving to the melody Flowing into harmony All my sorrows behind me My inner sanctuary

Best friend is best bed

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hiiiii! im not sure if your requests are open at this time but, can i request how it would be like when you go camping or shopping with michael? 😭😭 i just thought it was a cute idea <3

Hey! Requests should be closed but I have no self control anymore so I will write this lol (Crack HC'S tbh. I needed a good laugh)

Includes all three versions and both scenarios!

Not proof read.

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SHOPPING

❥ OG Michael strongly dislikes it. The only thing stopping him from hating it is you. Since you enjoy it, and more specifically when he tags along, he can tough it out but he will silently complain the entire time. He's not too insecure but hates not wearing that damn mask.. and he's well known at this point in such a small town so.. yeah, he's going to go without it for an hour or two.

❥ He has no fucking money. It really clicks when you sigh at price tags and put something back, picking the cheaper option. Michael is slightly annoyed by this fact. He wants to spoil you without words and maybe money is the way to go-- unfortunately he's not going to be able to do that. So he drops the sour attitude to make it a better experience for you.

Bonus: Michael wants candy. Ice cream. Chocolate milk. And maybe some drinks. He will pay you back with rare obedience and affection later. (And if anyone even looks at you weirdly, they are on his list faster than you can blink)

CAMPING

❥ One word.. why? Michael lives in his abandoned home but like.. outside? Really? Whatever. Nature never bothered him. In fact, if you're really dedicated to camping, leave the hunting for food to him. He's always eager to stab someone or something, so if some animals are around that you're willing to eat then yeah. He can do that. Tries to gut them but does it very wrongly. At least he's trying, right?

❥ Doesn't sleep too well outside. Not because he's scared of bugs or uncomfortable-- this man can sleep anywhere at this point, he's just very protective over you. You'll never have to worry about being bitten by some bug.. when you're sleeping. Michael will hold out whatever he caught and lowkey chase you around with it when you guys are awake during the day. He finds it hilarious. Does he laugh? Nah. You can hear his breathy responses though so maybe that counts.

Bonus: He actually hates beetles. The ones that fly. He never felt his soul leave his body like that before.

SHOPPING

❥ Peepaw Myers is the definition of sugar daddy.. without the money. I mean technically he can steal cards and cash from victims but he doesn't do that often. On the times he does-- it's always for you. Does he like shopping? Fuck no. He does it for you. Although there are moments where he finds himself liking the domestic feel of it all, watching you pick things out that you like. Tbh you might be able to convince him to look into some new shirts and sweats for casual wear at home. And he gives you stuff he thinks you'll like, he's trying to tell you to buy it. Because he said so. You'll look great in this-- what do you mean it looks ridiculously hideous? Okay. Okay. Yeah, he was being sarcastic and held out the most fucked up outfit. At least you laughed. That's a win in his book.

❥ Protective. Won't leave your side for a split second. Glares at people walking by a little too close. Gets pissed off when someone you know is there and y'all start talking. He hates it. This was supposed to be some quality time. Michael really doesn't like people. It only gets worse with age.

CAMPING

❥ Sure. Okay.. Michael ain't judging. Or excited about it. He thinks his home is perfectly fine but if you wanna go camping then he will tag along without hesitation. Peepaw might actually like the peacefulness of it all. As much as he hates being away from his hometown, he cannot deny the fact that those voices are quieter the farther away he is.

❥ Not a fan of the weather if it's too hot. Sweats alot under that damn mask. He prefers camping in the fall.. also perfect to cuddle you, to keep you warm. Totally not an excuse he likes to use all the time.

SHOPPING

❥ RZ! Michael is the more chill one about this. He can hide his face pretty well with his hair alone so it isn't too bad. Plus he likes feeling involved in your daily activities. He also wants to protect you so you might clash a few times with how close he is lol

❥ He's genuinely happy in the moment and likes looking at clothes together. He shows you things that he thinks you'll look good in, and shyly shows you stuff he wants to try wearing. Let him know it's good he's exploring what he likes through clothes even though it may sound silly or not that important.

CAMPING

❥ Wherever you go, he's right there. Doesn't matter if you wanna move somewhere where it snows all the time or travel the world without having any real destination. Michael will go with you and be somewhat homesick but not enough to wanna go back or say no to leaving.

❥ Would probably take over some abandoned cabin and make a second home out of it with you. It'll be a safe place for both of you. He tends to open up a little more too.

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I'm aware I didn't add bonus hc for peepaw & rz and I'm sorry! Idk why my brain froze and I couldn't think of anything else so OG got some extra love here lol

I don't know who I am...

Camilo Madrigal x reader

Warnings⚠️ some angst, sad Camilo, but don't worry it's fluff at the end 🧡

Camilo stared at himself, his hazel eyes darting across his face. His nose, his mouth, his hair, and yet he still couldn't see it. He couldn't see Camilo.

That scared him, it scared him that he changed so often, pretending to be others in his everyday life that he didn't even know who he was anymore... Who Camilo was.

The more he looked at himself the more he hated what he saw, but he couldn't figure out why. Did he not like his nose? Eyes? His height? He didn't have a small cute button nose like his sister, he didn't have big curious eyes like his brother, he wasn't strong and tall like Luisa, wasn't elegant and graceful like Isabella, he wasn't good at expressing like Maribel.... So what does he have?

Tears started to fill his eyes, his nose slightly scrunched, eyebrows tweaked up, and his bottom lip taken between his teeth to stop it from quivering.

He was always someone else, every day for everything... He shifted to be taller when helping around the house and doing chores, he shifted into his sister for seconds when eating, he even shifted when babysitting the children in the village, he was always someone else.

He was a copycat... A doppelganger... What's the use of getting a gift as special as you when you weren't special at all, just a copy of someone else.

Tears started to fall down his cheeks, falling faster and faster. He desperately tried to keep his breathing steady, vision going blurry as he tried not to blink, as he knew that would only make the tears fall faster and he was still hoping they would just go away. The more he stared into the mirror the more he had to fight the urge to smash it.

Copycat

Doppelganger

Copy

Shadow

Shifter

His shoulders began to shake, putting his head down, fingers tapping feverishly on his dresser telling himself not to cry, but it was fruitless and his whimpers and soft cries left him.

He fell to his knees head in his hands as he asked himself 'who is Camilo' over and over and

Over

And

Over

And

Over

Over

Over

Over

"Camilo?" Camilo's head shot up from his hands, oh no it was you his amor, he couldn't let you see him like this. He hastily turned away from you frantically wiping the tears from his face and eyes, but the more he wiped them away more came falling. His breath hurrying in frustration, only to stop when he felt your hand placed gently on his shoulder, he flinched hands shaking as he looked anywhere and everywhere but to you and your eyes, he couldn't look at you, he couldn't see your face of pity as you gazed down at him.

He could feel you kneel next to him and try to pull his shoulders to slowly turn him to face you, he took a deep shaky breath before turning to you giving you a broken smile, but as soon as the corners of his lips lifted he couldn't hold it and it dropped back into a quivering frown.

"ay, mi pobre amor" you whispered as you pulled him into you, you rubbed his shoulders as you helps him stand walking him towards his bed, getting him to lay down with you. You pulled him in and he snuggled into your neck, as you began to run your fingers through his thick curls. He let out a shaky hum of appreciation, closing his eyes. You kissed his forehead, pausing your hand running through his hair to brush some almost dried tears off his freckled cheeks giving him a small boop on his nose causing him to giggle.

"You are you, Camilo amor you are mi corazón, my one and only, my prankster with a heart and soul of gold. I see you, and I love you." You mumble the last part kissing his forehead, he smiled, a real smile. One that lit up your life every time you saw it without fail. You helped him turn over as you brought him impossibly closer to you, Camilo smiled he loved being the little spoon more they he let on.

And now he knows that even if he sometimes doesn't know who he is, he has you to remind him.

Camilo x GHOSTreader

Warnings: nothing too crazy but there is a make-out session, ghosts(?) Might do more on this but im not sure yet depends on how you feel about it, !!angst!! (Light yandere? If you squint) and death!!

Camilo had no idea where you came from, he had no idea why you were here, he had no idea why he was the only one that could see you. But he didn't really care, to be honest, he liked having you to talk to by himself without anyone trying to take you away.

He didn't have to worry about any of that, however, this came with its problems, for example, when he would talk to you his family only heard him and thought he might be having sine issues or he could touch you but to everyone else, it looked like he was just touching air and looked strange and people were starting to worry about him.

He heard them all the time, "what's wrong with Camilo?"- " why is Camilo acting that way?"-"is Camilo ok?" And at this point, Camilo was getting tired of it. He didn't want people to start poking him for answers to his behavior but he couldn't tell them anything what was he supposed to say? "I'm acting strange because I'm in love with a ghost but you can't see them?" He couldn't they would only worry more and might try to send him away to fix him.

...

So he did the one thing he could to try and get some suspicion off him for a little while, he started ignoring you.

...

You didn't like that

...

You had started to follow Camilo Everywhere and Camilo didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to handle it.

You followed him around the village-

....

"Hey, Milo!" You called out to him as he walked down the path to get trying to reach the little marketplace so he could have Pitahaya he had been crazing it for a few days now.

But he couldn't focus on where he was going with you floating around him calling his name and even getting in his face giving him Eskimo and butterfly kisses he was getting frustrated cut tried nit to snap at you especially out in public where it would look like he was yelling at nothing. "Camilo! Camilo! C'mon say somethin' let's play some pranks! Have some fun!" But he just brushed around you not even bothering to look at you and he make your un-beating heart feel like it was being ripped in half, why wasn't he talking to you? -

....

you followed him around Casita when he was cleaning his room or trying to help set the table-

....

Camilo slipped on his yellow Ruana shaking his head a little so his curls didn't stick together after pulling it over his head. Picking up a few things from the floor of his room before he was called down to help set up the table for dinner, you followed him the whole way. You hovered over his shoulder while he cleaned his room and how were hovering above him your hands lightly playing with his curls he normally would have smiled and playfully to you to cut it out but he didn't his frown only pulled down farther and his eyes drooped down in an annoyed expression, now you were worried was it something you did? Maybe you said? You couldn't think of anything you had done to make him act this way and it make you sad thinking that he didn't want to talk with you.

At first, you thought he was losing the ability to interact with you which made you panic and would have made you hyperventilate if you could. But you could still touch him and he had looked at you a few times when he thought you weren't looking so you knew he could still interact with you so why was he doing this?

You continued to follow him, now hovering on his side fazing through everyone else in the room who walked into you they shivered as you went through them your cold temperature momentarily affecting them, Isabela walked past him going through you shivered and turned to Camilo "jeez you're cold, is that you?" Camilo turned to his Prima tilting his head in 'confusion' "what do you mean?" Isa just shrugged assuming it was just a chill and Camilo shot you a light glare why was he mad at me?

He walked around the table placing glasses for everyone as you tried to get him to interact with you at this point you didn't care how you just wanted no NEEDED his attention, you pulled his ruana twirled his curls around your finger but nothing seemed to be working but the annoyed expression on his face was getting more and more noticeable as you continued.

Finally, when things were just about to be finished and he was set to get the last plate of food in the kitchen and he stopped for a moment to look at the plated food you wrapped your arms around him from behind nuzzling him and pushing your bose in his hair and for a moment you could have sworn you felt your dead heart beat for once in a long long time but that feeling was ripped from you the moment you heard him let you a small grunt and shrugged you off of him and he walked away.

You floated there for a moment before you felt something you haven't in a long time and didn't even know you could do, a tear fell from your eye, you touched your face feeling the moisture... You were crying?-

....

You even followed him in the shower at some point-

....

You sat- or hovered on Camilo's bed he was in the bathroom and you didn't want to bother him, not after last night's dinner. You tried you really really tried... But you just couldn't hold it. You wisped over going right through the door waiting right outside the shower curtains for Camilo. your raging mind calming in his presence. You felt safer in a way, you knew that you were unhealthily dependent on Camilo but you were alone for so long by yourself, and now that you had someone, someone that could see you that could hear you, you didn't want to let go. You didn't want to be alone ever again not after losing Car-

"What are you doing?!" Camilo yelled at you making you jump being pulled from your thoughts, Camilo stood there in a towel hair dripping and his pretty face twisted with frustration. "I just wanted to-" you didn't get to finish what you were saying "God why can't you just! LEAVE ME ALONE?! WHY ARE YOU SO ATTACHED TO ME?! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GO AWAY?!" you just stared at him not understanding didn't he like you? Why was he yelling? Why was he mad?

"ALL YOU EVER DO FOR ME IS SCREW THINGS UP! MY FAMILY THINKS I AM CRAZY, THE VILLAGE THINKS I AM SICK! ALL I WANT ARE FOR THINGS TO BE NORMAL BUT I CAN'T DO THAT WITH YOU TRYING TO SCREW IT UP EVERY. FIVE. SECONDS!" you just sat there letting Camilo rant and yell, his breaths were quick and heavy his body hunched over the sink with his head in his hands, your lips quivered. Is that what he thinks of you? Does he think you are doing this on purpose? You just wanted to be with him, you just didn't want to be alone so why was he? You didn't even let your tears fall before you wiped from the bathroom into his room and the old chest at the very back of his obnoxiously big walk-in closet where you came out from. Laying in your old dusty chest made you think if how long you were only in this small cramped space, laying in this chest for so long. You remember it like it was yesterday when you were locked in this chest, you screamed and cried hoping someone would hear you but no one came to save you, you don't remember dying exactly, all you remember is crying feeling hungry very hungry then you remembered going to sleep you remember your body feeling lighter and lighter than nothing you remember feeling like air almost then you remember waking up and being met with Hazel eyes, olive skin dotted with freckles, and beautifully curled hair. He looked so familiar and you never knew why, until you did.-

....

Camilo Felt bad he truly did, maybe he didn't at that moment when he saw you were gone and he felt a slight feeling of relief and even more so that he didn't have to deal with you when he walked out of the bathroom and saw his sister standing there with wide eyes and a shocked and slightly concerned expression on her face.

But a few days later when he took note of how he had not seen you for a few days he started to worry and the weight of the words he said to you started to push down on him, and that's when the guilt started to set in. Why did he say that to you? Where were you? He... Missed you.

He looked around trying to find any clue as to where you could be. He walked around Casita through the village and even got some strange stares from people but he didn't care anymore he needed to find you. He was starting to panic he was searching everywhere when he bumped into someone, "oh hey Camilo!" The blond girl said smiling with a blush her green eyes lighting up at the sight of him, "yeah, hey Rosie" he said looking around trying to spot you around, which wouldn't normally be hard since your color palette stood out from everyone else in the village your colors were dark and almost drained of life, "so what are you up too?" Rosie asked taking a step towards him her smile slightly faulting as she noticed she wasn't looking at her. "I uhh- looking for... Someone" Rosies smile had fallen completely "looking? For who?" Just as she had said that Camilo had an idea as to where you could be and he started rushing there "yeah yeah, it was good talking with you Rosie."

Camilo rushed into Casita bounding up the stairs two steps at a time to get to his room, blaming the doors to his closet open rummaging around 'where where where is it where is it!' He thought as he frantically searched if the old Chest that he had found in his closet all that time ago, he remembered the day he found that chest and who was inside.

. . . .

Camilo was cleaning up his room after his mother scolded him for letting it get so messy, he grumbled about how he was tired and didn't want to do this but cleaned anyways. As he was putting his clothes away he thought he should clean out his closet too he might get extra servings at dinner as a reward if he did and showed his mother, so that's what he did but the farther he went into his closet he noticed this dusty and odd smell 'I definitely need to clean this closet now then' he thought as the odd smell and dust tickled his nose, making him scrunch his nose and fight the urge to sneeze.

He started taking the clothes from the racks but none of them were what was causing the smell. So he kept looking around, what was it mice? Bugs? Old clothes that he had forgotten to clean? The more he thought about it the more he reprimand himself for not being cleaner. That was when the odd smell became very noticeable 'what the hell was that-' Camilo didn't get to finish his thought as he had just slammed his toe into something making dust fly up into the air, Camilo took a sharp inhale only to immediately cover his nose and mouth whatever the smell was it was coming from this chest, the only issue is that he didn't recognize this chest, he had never seen it before so where did it come from? Camilo braced himself holding his breath before he unlocked the chest and opened it. And that's when the smell was too much to handle, he didn't even get to see what was inside as his eyes watered and his vision became blurry, Camilo felt his stomach clench and he had to get up and get some water before he lost what he ate for breakfast this morning. But as he was leaving he heard something, "you opened my chest." A soft voice came and he whipped around to the voice, spotting you. Your hair had lost its lively color even turning a dark deathly shade of blue and black, your hair was knotted and your clothes were slightly stained from being in the chest for so long with all the dust and rot, your eyes seemed to be downcast and sad but were still placed with shock and happiness?

Who were you? Where did you come from? The chest? But that's such a small and tight space so how? Were you the cause of the smell? But before he could think anymore you had pounced on him, hugging him tightly as you both fell to the floor, but you couldn't be the cause of the smell when you pushed yourself on him all he could smell were... Flowers? But not like the ones Isa grows, while yes like Isa you had the smell of roses in you but you also had smelled of other flowers he didn't recognize right away like lilies, lavender, and was that baby's breath?

Camilo though confused was concerned about the horrid rotting smell coming from the chest long forgotten as he wrapped his arms around you asking you all kinds of questions and when he noticed your lack of a shadow and no reflection in the mirror he knew something was off about you, he knew you were special.

. . . .

Camilo found it, the chest that started it all, and without a second thought, he opened the chest finding you inside crying. How long were you in there crying for?

"Y/n?" Camilo called softly for you but you didn't respond so with a deep breath he was reaching into the Chest, it still had some slim and rot at the sides with dust at the bottom from your bones being decomposed into nothing but dust. He lifted you with no struggle thanks to you being light as air now in your ghost form, he carried you to his bed and placed you down best he could on his bed, he tried to place a hand on your cold cheek but you turned away crying harder causing your eye to fall from its socket and roll along the floor. Camilo who by now had seen this a hundred times simply picked up your eyes pulling anything that could've gotten stuck to it off before taking you by the hand and placing your eye in your palm, you sniffled turning away from hun before sticking your eye back in.

"I am sorry I yelled at you."- he whispered softly to you, he knew his sister could probably hear, he knew she would most likely tell, and Isa would tease him for having an imaginary girlfriend but he didn't care he knew you were real, wait what girlfriend?- " I didn't mean any of those awful things I said to you, please don't cry." He pulled you into his side nuzzling his nose in your untamed hair the scent of flowers filling his senses. "Why did you say? Why did you ignore?" You huffed not being able to get through a full sentence without wanting to sob.

Camilo's expression softened impossibly so, as he took hold of your cold hand his fibers over your slightly discolored skin, "I thought it would fix how I felt, I was selfish and didn't want people poking at me as to why I was acting strange. I thought if I ignored you those people would go away and I thought that feeling would stop and go back to the way it felt when we were friends." He looked at you and could see the confusion in your eyes asking him what he meant by that "Y/n I'm in love with you." You both gazed into the eyes of each other as if concerning what he had just said as you both slowly leaned into each other "Camilo." You lean in inches away "Mi Amor" Camilo leaned in closing the space in between you. His lips were soft despite being slightly chapped his skin was warm you craved his warmth. Your lips moved against each other smoothly spilling all of your love and affection for each other into the kiss, he pulled you improbably closer practically sitting in his lap, your fingers pulling at his curls you pull away from him forgetting that unlike you he needed air, his hand came up to brush some hair from your face, you lean to his warm touch, you just adored him. No words were needed to show how you both felt at this moment, you moved forward and kissed his neck smiling a bit at the small marks you left behind he let out a soft sigh and nuzzled into you at the feeling you were cold but he enjoyed it, the cold feeling against his skin. He laid back his head hitting his soft pillow with you atop him and he smiled up at you as you rubbed softly at his sides he squirmed slightly from the tickly feeling and you giggled and were going back to kiss but then the door slammed open.

Camilo shot up with you still in his lap to see his sister,

"If you are gonna be gross and imagine things about your imaginary girlfriend could you at least wait till buggy where everyone us asleep and I'm knocked out and I can't hear you please!"

Camilo's face went bright red and you giggled as his sister let out a squeak before shutting the door.

So I'm like... Never a fan of the 'Imma kill my bros for u' kind of scenario especially since I very much love all the turtle bros, so here's my version of an obsessive lover 2012 Mikey!

🖤🧡🐢

Dark!2012!Mikey x Reader

-Michelangelo is the youngest out of the four turtle brothers, so he was easily the most childish and energetic one, much to his older brothers' annoyance.

-He was loud yet small. Just a few inches shorter than you. A social butterfly, but can be oblivious to most things.

-Mikey may not be the smartest turtle, but he does have own way of getting what he wants.

-And he has his eyes dead set on you.

-When he first realised his crush on you, he openly welcomed it with zero resistance. It felt great being in love so why should he deny it?

-He loves expressing himself so there was little to no filter when he's showing you his love.

-"(y/n)~!!!!" Mikey threw his arms around you "I missed you so much!!!!!" He cried in excitement rubbing his cheek on yours.

-You laughed at the youngest turtle and placed your hand on his head "Mikey! I just went for a glass of water!"

-"Yeah! But you took sooooo long so I still missed you!"

-He would be all over you. Wherever you go, Mikey is expected to be following close behind.

-Sometimes without your knowledge.

-Whenever his brothers weren't looking, he would slip by to your apartment to watch you sleep.

-But he did it to make sure you're safe! Don't worry!

-He would always be the first one to tackle you as soon as your foot entered the lair. Then proceed to trap you in a cuddling session with him for hours before anyone could get to you.

-"Oof--!"

-"Dibs on (y/n)!!!!"

-"Ow--Mikey!!" You groaned in protest.

-"No time to talk dudette! Look--" He held up a glowing flower watch "--it's hug time!"

-You squinted your eyes at the familiar looking gadget "Did you force Donnie to make you that hug-watch thing from the Trolls movie?"

-"Maybe~!" Mikey avoided your eyes "So hug time...?"

-Physical contact is his love langauge! Mikey's insides would be all mushy and gushy if you respond to them even the slightest bit. And if you return the favor? This little boy will melt into your arms!

-When you do ask him to let you go, he would just simply say "Nope!" popping the 'p' then proceed to tuck himself below your chin.

-"Awwh come on!!"

-Everytime he feels your soft hands scratching his shell, he immediately starts churring in delight. You thought it was cute, so you'd pat him in the head which made him even more happy!

-He can't help it! Mikey is just obsessed with how soft and plush you feel against his skin! He would definitely glue himself on you if you'd allow him to.

-"You are so squishy~!" Mikey mumbled against your shoulder while hugs you from behind for the nth time today.

-You flicked his forehead earning yourself a small 'ow' "And you are a big baby."

-You didn't mind his clinginess thankfully. It was just Mikey being cute as always. For real how can you resist this baby?

-He's loves it when you give your full attention to him. But if you're talking to someone else, he would just simply have an arm over your shoulders. Silently brooding towards the intruder, giving them a silent warning.

-If the boy isn't hugging you or initiating some kind of physical contact with you, he would be content holding the hem of your shirt or any kind of clothing you own (he may or may not have kept a few in his room that he may or may not have been using as a pillowcase to cuddle). Something that became a norm whenever he's at your apartment and you preparing both of your meals.

-Damn he loves your food! It was then only food he worships other than pizza! He especially loves watching you cook. Like an angel preparing to give him heaven.

-Speaking of Heaven.

-This orange fluff have TONS of pictures of you saved in his phone. If you ever made the mistake of sleeping in the lair, this guy is just snapping pictures of you in every possible angle. Sideways? Upside down? Close up? Bird's eye view? They all made you look perfect!

-His wallpaper is a selfie of you and him enjoying your home made chocolate icecream pizza that you made just for him. Aren't you just the sweetest? He considers that as your first date even though you two aren't official.... yet.

-I mean you made that treat just for him so it must mean that you return his feelings right?

-As time went by, his little crush for you grew into something more.

-You were starting to see his brothers and your other friends a little less and him and little more.

-It was just Mikey. Only Mikey.

-Just the way he likes it

-Everyday you'd wake up and find him cuddled up to you. When you ask him what he's doing he would just look up at you with his innocent baby blue eyes and say "But cupcake! I'm cold and you're suuuuper comfy~!" Cue those puppy dog eyes and you're 100% powerless.

-He would bring you all sorts of goodies like food, favourite drinks, movies, videogames--anything he could carry just for you!

You couldn't say that you didn't like the attention. Mikey is just so sweet especially whenever he brings little trinkets saying "They reminded me of you!" With that adorable freckled smile of his! It just makes you blush every time.

His innocent sweet smile just melts through your heart!

His brothers thought it was weird when he's always out and about after training and patrolling. But hey! The lair is a lot more quiet and Donnie doesn't have to worry about his stuff being broken anymore. Besides they knew you, you were a great friend so they trust you.

After a while you started to miss your friends. Having Mikey around was fun but you wanted to see what the other guys are up to these days.

One day you decided to visit everyone in the lair with pizza and had a great time chatting and playing with the turtle brothers. Oddly enough Mikey wasn't there.

But he was. Mikey was there. Hidden in the dark corners of the lair. Not even his brothers noticed him. His smile was gone. His eyes were dark as he kept himself one with the shadows, silent as a ghost.

He didn't like the way you were smiling with other people. Of course he was fine with letting you talk to his brothers sometimes, but still there were some boundaries to be made.

"Mine..." Michelangelo silently growls.

Although he doesn't favor this image of you with other people, he does take pride in the way your eyes would flicker to his bedroom door every now and then. Good. Very good.

Finally it was time for you to go. He immediately left. Time to take action.

When you got home you saw your favorite orange turtle curled up on the floor sobbing. Your heartached at the sight of the big crocodile tears falling from his face.

-You dropped down on your knees and asked him what was wrong.

-"I was waiting for you here all day b-but you didn't come home... you left me.." He cried miserably "I-I understand... if you don't want to h-hang out with me anymore... no one really wants to. I p-promise won't bother you anymore.." Mikey sniffed then left before you can get a word out.

-That was three days ago and you haven't seen Mikey since. He stopped visiting, stopped replying to your calls or texts. He was just gone.

-You realized just how much you loved having the small orange ninja around. Your home became cold and lonely. You started to miss him terribly.

-You went back to the lair, ignoring the others as you went straight for Mikey's room and knocked on his door.

-Mikey opened the door for just a crack. His eyes were red from crying. He looked absolutely miserable, but you pushed the door open and pulled him into a hug.

-You apologized to Mikey. You told him that it wasn't your intention to make him sad or feel neglected. That you loved having him around you.

-Mikey hugged you back of course. He closed his bedroom door to give you both privacy while you continued to hold him tight.

-He nuzzled his snout on your chest and told you he missed you too.

-Your soul ached when his shoulders started to shake. You placed your cheek on his head with your hand on his shell to calm your crying turtle.

-Except he wasn't.

-Mikey's smile was as wide as it could ever be. His eyes held a victorious sinister glow as he felt his entire body shake from excitement when he as in your addicting scent.

-Mikey was a good liar.

-He didn't mean to make you this sad. But he had to in order to make you come to him.

-And believe me when I say those three days of not seeing you was torture to him. Sure he had a folder full of your pictures saved on his phone (and his cuddle pillow) but it just can't compare to the real thing.

-But it was worth it though.

-He already had you right where he wanted you. He just needs to give you a little more push for you to confess your love for him and you two will be happy together forever!

-He knew he couldn't keep you to himself. You would surely retaliate if he forces you.

-But that doesn't mean he can't push you into making you claim him as yours instead.

-Oh how it feels so good to be in your love and care again!

-Mikey started churring as he pulled you even closer.

-Yeah Mikey definitely wasn't the smartest.

-But he's definitely the most cunning.

-And he would do anything to have you.

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UTMV - Shadows of Things That Might Be

Summary: There’s nowhere else Sans would rather be than right at your side. When he sees his name written on your skin in shining letters, he’s overjoyed. For a moment, at least, until he sees you running to the arms of someone else.

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Hello!💖🦫 I don't know if your requests are open, but in case they are; can I ask for Slashers reacting to their s/o waking up from a nightmare?

And I don't want to ask for much, but it's okay if its gender neutral and has RZ!Michael and Bubba Sawyer?

Slashers x Reader

Characters: Bubba Sawyer, Rz! Michael Myers, OG! Michael Myers, Peepaw Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Erik Destler.

Okay so its almost 4am this might not make sense in some parts??? I apologize lol I'll fix any mistakes or weird shit later today/tomorrow. I hope this is okay!

Not proof read.

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❥ Bubba is confused and alert-- he isn't sure if you saw or heard anything until you explain it was a nightmare. He's honestly had some so he can relate and he'd never judge you, even if the nightmares seem a little silly to others.

❥ This boy is the cuddle master. He's inexperienced but the pure joy and affection he gives you through cuddles make up for the occasional awkward moments. Bubba will try asking if you want held first so be prepared for some quiet babbling and hand gestures. He's fine with not getting any sleep if that means you feel safer.

❥ Now if the nightmare is brutal and you wake up screaming, sobbing, kicking-- you'll probably thrash around and hit him accidentally. This won't phase him at all though so it's alright. Tbh he's more concerned about the screaming than any small bruises he may get. Bubba hates seeing you in such a horrible situation and tries everything in the book.

❥ Bubba likes to gently touch your face and play with your hands. He hopes the sensations will calm you down enough to fall back asleep. He might hum if you ask sweetly. And if you do? He hums a song that reminds him of you.

❥ RZ! Michael also understands from personal experiences. Don't feel pressured to tell him right away, he knows you need time to calm down first. Don't tell him anything if that's something you'd prefer. Michael can't really force you to talk things out so he reminds you he's there when you're ready.

❥ He can be tender. Soft touches, rubbing your back, nuzzling closer into you so you feel more comfortable and safer. Michael hopes you know he will protect you and he even sleeps near the door, you're never on that side of the bed. He's prepared for basically anything.

❥ Eye contact whenever you open up about the nightmare. It's gentle, warm, and comforting. This tells you he is truly listening and not staring to zone out. Michael cares more than he lets on.

❥ Michael tries to coax you back to sleep by acting sleepy himself. His mind works like this: if I act calm.. they will feel safe enough to calm down too. Michael really tries to make the situation lighter by acting casual but during nights like these.. it's clear how much he worries about you in general.

❥ OG Michael is 50/50. Sure, he's had some.. okay, more than some. Michael has a traumatic past with sleep altogether from being sedated so much in Smith's Grove-- his brain does what it's meant to do most of the time and blocks out memories. Sometimes he remembers how it felt and other times he feels nothing and cannot understand.

❥ Michael won't show it but he is anxious when you start waking up and thrashing and crying. The most he shows physically is a head tilt, he's studying the way you react to fear thats not because of him and he realizes-- you cling to him for protection. Michael isn't going to go out of his way to be sweet and soft so don't get your hopes up.. however, if you were to lean into him, he won't move a single muscle.

❥ This fact alone warms his cold heart. You feel safe in his presence and it's going to mess with him a little. In the end he doesn't show it and acts like nothing is bothering him for your sake. He's aware that people feed off reactions.

❥ Michael stays awake the whole night to watch over you. He stares. Studies you more and more. You're definitely something to him, you're cherished and loved by him in his usual twisted ways.. and he totally doesn't cuddle closer when he thinks you're out completely. If you stay up but have good acting skills.. you'll feel him press himself against you and hold you protectively and rub any part of you that's in range. It's all innocent so don't worry about that.

❥ Peepaw Myers knows before you even wake up. Michael is an expert at reading your pulse.. he can tell when it spikes from fear, excitement, anxiety, etc. Michael reads you like a book.

❥ The second you start breathing differently he is awake and alert but not moving, his eyes remain closed. He waits until you start moving and that's when he will put a stop to it before it gets too bad. Michael more than likely holds you from behind most nights so you can expect this man to have an iron grip on you, you're not going anywhere.

❥ If he doesn't catch it quick enough then he makes you-- yes, he forces you to lay directly on his chest. Not off to the side. Nope. You're gonna lay right on top of him and let him hold you while you listen to his steady heartbeat. And if that don't work? He will probably crush you with his weight by reversing the roles and lays on you instead. Pressure helps some people and he is willing to try it for you- you're lucky he loves you..

❥ Peepaw is slightly more vocal with sounds and not necessarily words. Low hums, grunts, anything to let you know that he is there. Feel free to touch on him sweetly, rub on his chest or play with his grey scruff-- he likes it but acts like he only tolerates it.

❥ Thomas Hewitt has some damn good hearing despite Hoyt constantly yelling at him. Of course if he's in the basement working he can't hear but when in reasonable range he will hear you make the slightest noises and is immediately checking on you.

❥ Thomas will eye you down first to figure out what exactly is going on and he pays attention on how your body reacts. If you start getting too close to the potential of hurting yourself from all the moving around he will stop it as sweetly as possible.

❥ Breaks his heart knowing you can't have a peaceful sleep.. living in his home isn't healthy, he knows this. So he feels guilty and tries comforting you when you're awake.

❥ Tommy will more than likely drop whatever he is doing (since he works late) and cleans up before getting in bed with you. You'll be held so snug like you're in a cocoon. And if you ever wanna talk about the nightmares, he's going to listen and offer any kind of help possible. Tell him what will make it easier and he's on it asap.

❥ Erik has insomnia. He struggled with sleep his whole life and practically lives off third shift timing at this point. This means you sleep when he's still wide awake and composing more music.

❥ The lair echoes. He will hear any whimpers, cries, etc.. Erik is immediately alerted by it and wastes no time on checking in with you. If you're still asleep, he watches for a few minutes and tries covering you back up in hopes it'll help. But if you wake up and can't fall back asleep.. yeah, you guessed it, this man is going to sing the most beautiful song that he wrote, specifically for you.

❥ Erik is insecure. He will mentally question if he did anything, if you're truly happy with him and how you live most your days under the opera house. Reassure him that's not it and he will eventually let that mindset go and then focuses on whatever meets your needs and expectations in order to feel better.

❥ Singing you to sleep + cuddling? Always. It's something so intimate and kind, purely from the heart and soul. Erik is soft spoken and will caress you anywhere you allow him to.. all night. He won't sleep at all due to his own habits but also because he genuinely wants to watch over his angel.

Hello!💖🦫 I don't know if your requests are open, but in case they are; can I ask for Slashers reacting to their s/o waking up from a nightmare?

And I don't want to ask for much, but it's okay if its gender neutral and has RZ!Michael and Bubba Sawyer?

Slashers x Reader

Characters: Bubba Sawyer, Rz! Michael Myers, OG! Michael Myers, Peepaw Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Erik Destler.

Okay so its almost 4am this might not make sense in some parts??? I apologize lol I'll fix any mistakes or weird shit later today/tomorrow. I hope this is okay!

Not proof read.

-

❥ Bubba is confused and alert-- he isn't sure if you saw or heard anything until you explain it was a nightmare. He's honestly had some so he can relate and he'd never judge you, even if the nightmares seem a little silly to others.

❥ This boy is the cuddle master. He's inexperienced but the pure joy and affection he gives you through cuddles make up for the occasional awkward moments. Bubba will try asking if you want held first so be prepared for some quiet babbling and hand gestures. He's fine with not getting any sleep if that means you feel safer.

❥ Now if the nightmare is brutal and you wake up screaming, sobbing, kicking-- you'll probably thrash around and hit him accidentally. This won't phase him at all though so it's alright. Tbh he's more concerned about the screaming than any small bruises he may get. Bubba hates seeing you in such a horrible situation and tries everything in the book.

❥ Bubba likes to gently touch your face and play with your hands. He hopes the sensations will calm you down enough to fall back asleep. He might hum if you ask sweetly. And if you do? He hums a song that reminds him of you.

❥ RZ! Michael also understands from personal experiences. Don't feel pressured to tell him right away, he knows you need time to calm down first. Don't tell him anything if that's something you'd prefer. Michael can't really force you to talk things out so he reminds you he's there when you're ready.

❥ He can be tender. Soft touches, rubbing your back, nuzzling closer into you so you feel more comfortable and safer. Michael hopes you know he will protect you and he even sleeps near the door, you're never on that side of the bed. He's prepared for basically anything.

❥ Eye contact whenever you open up about the nightmare. It's gentle, warm, and comforting. This tells you he is truly listening and not staring to zone out. Michael cares more than he lets on.

❥ Michael tries to coax you back to sleep by acting sleepy himself. His mind works like this: if I act calm.. they will feel safe enough to calm down too. Michael really tries to make the situation lighter by acting casual but during nights like these.. it's clear how much he worries about you in general.

❥ OG Michael is 50/50. Sure, he's had some.. okay, more than some. Michael has a traumatic past with sleep altogether from being sedated so much in Smith's Grove-- his brain does what it's meant to do most of the time and blocks out memories. Sometimes he remembers how it felt and other times he feels nothing and cannot understand.

❥ Michael won't show it but he is anxious when you start waking up and thrashing and crying. The most he shows physically is a head tilt, he's studying the way you react to fear thats not because of him and he realizes-- you cling to him for protection. Michael isn't going to go out of his way to be sweet and soft so don't get your hopes up.. however, if you were to lean into him, he won't move a single muscle.

❥ This fact alone warms his cold heart. You feel safe in his presence and it's going to mess with him a little. In the end he doesn't show it and acts like nothing is bothering him for your sake. He's aware that people feed off reactions.

❥ Michael stays awake the whole night to watch over you. He stares. Studies you more and more. You're definitely something to him, you're cherished and loved by him in his usual twisted ways.. and he totally doesn't cuddle closer when he thinks you're out completely. If you stay up but have good acting skills.. you'll feel him press himself against you and hold you protectively and rub any part of you that's in range. It's all innocent so don't worry about that.

❥ Peepaw Myers knows before you even wake up. Michael is an expert at reading your pulse.. he can tell when it spikes from fear, excitement, anxiety, etc. Michael reads you like a book.

❥ The second you start breathing differently he is awake and alert but not moving, his eyes remain closed. He waits until you start moving and that's when he will put a stop to it before it gets too bad. Michael more than likely holds you from behind most nights so you can expect this man to have an iron grip on you, you're not going anywhere.

❥ If he doesn't catch it quick enough then he makes you-- yes, he forces you to lay directly on his chest. Not off to the side. Nope. You're gonna lay right on top of him and let him hold you while you listen to his steady heartbeat. And if that don't work? He will probably crush you with his weight by reversing the roles and lays on you instead. Pressure helps some people and he is willing to try it for you- you're lucky he loves you..

❥ Peepaw is slightly more vocal with sounds and not necessarily words. Low hums, grunts, anything to let you know that he is there. Feel free to touch on him sweetly, rub on his chest or play with his grey scruff-- he likes it but acts like he only tolerates it.

❥ Thomas Hewitt has some damn good hearing despite Hoyt constantly yelling at him. Of course if he's in the basement working he can't hear but when in reasonable range he will hear you make the slightest noises and is immediately checking on you.

❥ Thomas will eye you down first to figure out what exactly is going on and he pays attention on how your body reacts. If you start getting too close to the potential of hurting yourself from all the moving around he will stop it as sweetly as possible.

❥ Breaks his heart knowing you can't have a peaceful sleep.. living in his home isn't healthy, he knows this. So he feels guilty and tries comforting you when you're awake.

❥ Tommy will more than likely drop whatever he is doing (since he works late) and cleans up before getting in bed with you. You'll be held so snug like you're in a cocoon. And if you ever wanna talk about the nightmares, he's going to listen and offer any kind of help possible. Tell him what will make it easier and he's on it asap.

❥ Erik has insomnia. He struggled with sleep his whole life and practically lives off third shift timing at this point. This means you sleep when he's still wide awake and composing more music.

❥ The lair echoes. He will hear any whimpers, cries, etc.. Erik is immediately alerted by it and wastes no time on checking in with you. If you're still asleep, he watches for a few minutes and tries covering you back up in hopes it'll help. But if you wake up and can't fall back asleep.. yeah, you guessed it, this man is going to sing the most beautiful song that he wrote, specifically for you.

❥ Erik is insecure. He will mentally question if he did anything, if you're truly happy with him and how you live most your days under the opera house. Reassure him that's not it and he will eventually let that mindset go and then focuses on whatever meets your needs and expectations in order to feel better.

❥ Singing you to sleep + cuddling? Always. It's something so intimate and kind, purely from the heart and soul. Erik is soft spoken and will caress you anywhere you allow him to.. all night. He won't sleep at all due to his own habits but also because he genuinely wants to watch over his angel.

Nice! Could I please requests yandere headcanons of ghost Michael falling for female y/n? I imagine that since Mike dedicated a lot of his life trying to undo his father’s legacy he didn’t really fall in love with anyone before. Thank you in advance for writing!

note: I AM SO SORRY these took so long to do. i would use school as an excuse but no im just so slow at writing lmfao...hope the wait was worth it :,) i really like the idea of ghost yanderes this was very fun to write

warnings: yandere (but like. soft yandere. sort of) also angst. hella angst.

Yandere Ghost!Michael Headcanons

💜 - I think that, as a ghost, Michael would reside in his old home where he grew up. Visions of him and his little siblings playing together, smiling, laughing, playing before his eyes. Places where they hid from their father when he was mad at them, and where they would all sit and watch tv together, in a rare moment that everybody was in a good mood. But nearly every room was empty now, save for a few pieces of furniture, and even those had been replaced. Walls that were once chipped and cracking were replaced with new fresh coats of paint, any sign that anybody lived there before was gone.

💜 - A short while after that, you end up moving in. Michael finds it odd that you moved into such a big place, one surely meant to house a family, not just one person and her pet. He can't help the twinge of anger that festers inside of him when you start to move old furniture around, or certain rooms of the house go neglected when they need to be cleaned. He knows this anger is unreasonable, and that it isn't your fault, but watching his old home change, new memories being made inside of it, pains him.

💜 - As the weeks fade into months, Michael finds himself getting more and more attached to you. His eyes follow your every move, gaze lingering on your soft skin, your hair, your eyes. He's tried getting your attention before, by trying to possess certain objects or write on an open notepad, but nothing he did seemed to work. Although you might hear rumors from others, of the tragic deaths of Michael Afton and Henry Emily, his presence would forever remain unknown to you. The most you'll ever feel is a little chill crawl up your spine as his spirit passes right through you, arms held out to wrap you in an icy embrace.

💜 - Quickly starts to pick up on your little mannerisms. Tiny, insignificant things like the way you hold your pencil, little inflections in your voice when you pronounce certain words, hell, he's even memorized the tune of some songs that you hum to yourself. And could you blame him? All there is for him to do is watch you (not that he's complaining), admiring you as distant or as up close as he wants, a silvery, wispy hand enclosed over yours.

💜 - He soon begins to regret his reluctance to find a partner while he was alive. His mind had been too preoccupied to process the crushing loneliness, the empty hole in his heart only growing more and more as the years carried on until he finally had time to process these emotions when it was too late.

💜 - Sometimes you swear you can see a shadowy figure out of the corner of your eye. When you're walking down the halls late at night, you'll feel the rush of cool wind whisk by, or a blurry figure will appear at the end of the hall for a fraction of a second.

💜 - If you ever brought a partner to your home, Michael would be despondent, his brain wracked with rage, despair, and regret. He knew that you would inevitably find a lover. He is unable to do anything as he watches the two of you hold each other, whisper sweet nothings into the other's ears, and do all sorts of activities together. He wishes he'd found you sooner, and taken you away forever, kept all to himself to hold and love unconditionally. But that chance had slipped past his fingers, and now he could do nothing but watch, lament, and regret.

Let’s talk about the fabulous aromantics out there

The slashers accidently killing their s/o

Micheal Myers

Micheal snapped and his s/o was there at the wrong place at the worst time, Micheal doesn’t feel anything at first and would just stare down at his s/o’s body before leaving them there to be found, after the body had been found and a few days pass that when things really start to set in for him, he suddenly feels more empty then he was before and that somethings missing, well his s/o is obviously missing but he doesn’t see it that way, he sees it as his routine is being missing, his dinner is missing, his couch buddy is missing, more then just his s/o is missing and that’s when he snaps again realizing that he is the reason he lost all that and his s/o, after realizing that Micheal shifts into maximum overdrive when it comes to his aggression and his little murder side hustle, he truly become a shape of a human that everyone said he was when he takes out his s/o

Jason Voorhees

With Jason it was an accident, he didn’t outright go and kill his s/o but it was the traps that he set to keep the camp and his s/o safe that killed them, they most likely would have gotten stuck in one and weren’t lucky enough to get out themselves or Jason was just a tad bit too late to come and save them when he finds them he’s in shock, and he’s very much angry at himself, he blames himself more and more as each second goes by and he would form the illusion that his s/o Is still there like he did with Pamela, he would try to cope by making himself believe that they didn’t die and that they were still there and this would heal him a bit, but a tiny voice that sounds like his s/o’s at the back of his mind would tell him that it was his fault and that he is why they are gone would undo all his healing and reopen that wound over and over again and never let him properly cope or move on

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would have accidentally got his s/p while he got his victim, a very sad two for one, a victim would have pulled his s/o against them and tried to use them as a bargaining chip and he would have sawed through his victim from the back and not realized that his s/o was much closer than he first thought. Seeing that and having to watch his s/o die in A very very painful way will absolutely destroy him. Watching his s/o die right in front of him sends him over and everything around him just goes fuzzy and all the sounds to him are just muffled yelling and noise, he would feel numb and just hold them as they die and their last words would go into his head and bounce around in there, and he’s going to stay in that state for a very long time even after they die, where he’s just on autopilot, he’ll eat less and less and he’ll stop feeling everything but grief, loneliness, and guilt every day after that

Brahms heelshire

Brahms killed his s/o during one of his Fits, this gone got really out of hand and he didn’t realize what he was doing, until rhe damage was already done and nothing could be done to undo or stop it, after realizing what happens brahms will lose a few brain cells and he will beg his s/o to stop bleeding, like they can just magically stop, he’ll start start apologize and cry and try to stop the bleeding himself but since he dosent really know what he’s doing he’ll end up casing more pain then there was before and then he’ll start to cry harder, once they are dead he will lay there next to their body for awhile hoping that they’ll just wake up and things will be normal, but once he realizes that they aren’t he’ll move the body outside and try to give his s/o a proper funeral, but he wouldn’t be able to deal with being the one to burry his s/o, so he’d be forced to stop in the middle of things because of how emotional he will get, brahms will finish eventually but he can’t cope with them dying and end up making a doll of his s/o and he’ll take over as nanny and just pretend that he’s taking care of his s/o until they are better and they can take care of him again

Bo Sinclair

Bo much like some of the slashers before him would end up killing his s/o on a fit of rage, an argument that had to much yelling, beer and him not listening, he would get physical with his s/o after many many beers and extra hard and long day filled with extra difficult victims, and something small that his s/o would say would send him over the edge, and lead him to not being able to control himself, he would end up taking it all out on his s/o, and leaving them there on the floor to die, but not realizing that he killed them he expected them to be fine and thought they would be able to get up so he’d leave them there and go to bed for the night and wake up feeling a bit guilty, so when he’d go down to apologize to them he’d find lester and Vincent In the kitchen, lester with a somber look and Vincent with a loon of fear, and by the facial expressions alone he’d know what happend and what fate he’d given his s/o and that’s when he’d leave and when he’s alone, and he knows he’s alone, he’d break down letting the consequences of his actions skin in and all the negative emotions that come with it in as well, he wouldn’t come back for a couple of days, worrying both lester and Vincent but when he does he’s taken to where his s/o now lays, he’d be relieved that they weren’t tossed into the road kill pit and that they were actually burried in the town properly, but he’d never be able to walk past their grave with his head up, he’d never be able to let go of things after that as well.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wouldn’t be the out right cause of his s/o’s death, but him accidently slipping up and a victim getting away would do the job, the victim would mistake his s/o as someone who’s hostile and get them while they are off guard ending them in a quick enough way where it would have been almost impossible to stop, Vincent wouldn’t be able to continue chasing after the victim and would just pray that bo or lester caught them up ahead, he’d sit there with his s/o and let out muffled and painful sounding crys as he tried to comfort them as best as he could so they wouldn’t die alone, but he knows this and this hurts him more, he thinks that if he’d been a little more cautious he could have prevented this or that if maybe he’d just done something a little different he wouldn’t be sitting there watching his s/o die, but he didn’t and that knowledge eats him up from the inside out, he’d sit there with them until they passed and put them somewhere else that’s safe for a little bit while he gets things ready, he’d try to make his s/o Into a wax figure to preserve the memory of them but half way through he wouldn’t be able to continue and he’d have a break down right there, he’d end up finishing but he wouldn’t be able to put them out for everyone to see, he wouldn’t be able to live with them in the town, passing their statue would bring him an unbearable pain he wouldn’t be able to handle so he’d Settle for burying them in a respectful way, somewhere a bit away from the town where he knows his s/o will be safe, and where more victims wouldn’t be able to hurt them

Mark Hoffman

Marks choices are what killed his s/o, he has many things to worry about as an apprentice so when he was told he was going to be tested, he didn’t expect his s/o to be in the test, and he tried his best to save them, he really did, but it wasn’t enough, he tried to give more than he could but it wasn’t enough and he lost them because of that, and he believes that since he wasn’t careful enough and didn’t get them out before they were even in the spot to use in a test, that they died because of him and that their blood was on his hands, he wants able to comfort them and his s/o died scared, and that eats away at him. He’ll give his s/o the best funeral his money can get but after that, all his morales go out the window and he’s out for blood, looking to find the person who put them into being with and to start with them after marks s/o dies its a blood bath that no one can stop, they were all he had left

The tower (2018 micheal myers x fem reader)

Trigger warning: death, blood, angst

He stood there slightly shaking as the moonlight poured in from the window illuminating Micheals’s mask, body, and the knife he was holding onto for dear life, his mind raced as though that seemed like they weren’t his own filled his mind, and ears. He wasn’t Micheal anymore, he was the shape.

He watched as his lover realized what was happening and he watched as the fear dripped its ways into her eyes as she backed up away from him her body slightly shaking as she watched him

“ Micheal please, calm down, I didn’t mean to do whatever I did to make you so upset with me” she spoke out but he couldn’t hear her words as the voices inside of his head drowned them out, they had full control over him and he listened when they said to go closer, to hold the knife tighter. Her words meant nothing to him in this state.

He stepped closer and closer to her as she panicked and tried to walk out of the room, he knew that she hoped that he would leave her alone for now, be Micheal didn’t care

He strode dangerously fast to her and she tried to pick up the pace but to no avail as he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall behind them, his hand gripped tightly at her throat as she tried out and looked to him with pleading eyes

“Micheal please stop! You’re hurting m!” She cried out, he glared daggers at her as he picked his knife up above his head,

“ please Micheal whatever I did I’m sorry” she cried out as tear started to form in her eyes, Micheal took one last good look at her and he took in every small detail, the way her eyes gleamed with tears and fear, how she shook and gasped for air under his hand, the way she pulled at his hands in an attempt to get him to release her, but he didn’t listen, he couldn’t listen to her when he was to busy listening to the voices, the ones that told him to hurt her, the ones who told him to make her suffer, and he gave in to them, and let them take the lead as he didn’t care anymore, nothing mattered to him at this point other than the goal to satisfy the voices. No amount of his self-control could stop him, not anymore, he was long past that point.

He brought the knife up and her eyes widened with fear as he struck her with the knife, he used all the force he could muster and plunged it deep in her abdomen multiple times as she cried out and gasped for air, he grabbed her throat harder and sung her back tossing her to the floor with no care, like she was nothing.

She was nothing to him when he was the shape when he wasn’t there and the urge to kill was strong. He gave in to his urge and the voices, as he glared over at her from his shoulder

She laid there trying to crawl away as tears dripped down her face and dark blood poured out from her wounds. She wasn’t his lover anyone, she was another victim, another nameless victim added onto his ever-growing list of his. He didn’t see her as anything more at this point and state of mind

Micheal walked out the door silently as she cried there, helpless and no hope left in her, he walked and he couldn’t hear her anymore as he continued, he walked aimlessly and he went for hours, covered in blood, he stalked the streets until another poor unfortunate soul has the misfortune to cross his path, he took care of them the same way, leave them to die on the street without a second thought, the sounds of the voices filled his head with only the passing of time to drown them out. As he started to walk back home and calm down from his rage, it finally dawned on him, as his eyes widened

the weight of his actions started to dawn on him, as his heart started to pick up in pace, Micheal walked faster than ever before in a rush to get home, hoping that he wasn’t too late, hoping that he still had time to save her, or at least to spend her last moments with her, but as his home came into view and the sounds of the night took over his hope started to fade away

It faded even more as he pushed the door open, he didn’t bother to close it OK his way out. Micheal sucked in a breath and his body tensed as he crept back into the main room of the house

And his heart dropped when he laid eyes on her, she laid face down and curled up in a pool of her own blood, the moonlight bounced off of it making the blood look like it was filled with brilliant diamonds. She had her phone in hand with the emergency number ready to be dialed, but His heart sank as he got closer and realized she wasn’t moving he stood over her body and look down at her

Numb and cold, like how she was now. He didn’t make it in time, he was too late. He felt himself drift away as he turned her body over and made her face up. Now be really felt like the shape, he felt like the monster querying feared him to be, he was cold, empty, and numb. He neared next to her body, his knees popping as he laid down next to her, and he thought about the night before, when she was still warm and her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, he turned his head and looked at her, she was cold and still, he grabbed her cold free hand and intertwined it with his own aged and scared ones. He doomed himself to be alone, and maybe it was best that way, so more people he claimed to care about didn’t end up the same way she did, alone and cold and both of their worlds ended and crashing down around them, all because of him.

on the other side of the horizon.

Leon S. Kennedy x GN! Reader

Summary: “What do you think…waits on the other side of the horizon?” You always asked such thought-provoking questions; questions meant to dig deep into his psyche and make him think about life and the world, but Leon didn’t want to think about what waited on the other side. If it was a side he couldn’t reach you on, Leon didn’t even want to fathom the thoughts.

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A/n: this is vv sad and i’m vv sorry lmfao

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Genre: Angst, Slight Romance Rated: Mature Warning: Angst, Blood, Gore, Death, Slight Depictions of Canon-Typical Violence

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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Thomas Hewitt x Reader

HEADCANON: Thomas falling in love and being protective over you would include … // General dating HC’S.

IM VERY NERVOUS. I SPENT SO MUCH TIME ON THIS SO I’D GET HIS CHARACTER RIGHT. PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK-

Not proof read.

❥ ~ Unfortunately, it’s quite easy to lure in Thomas despite his anxiety and suspicions of those around him. He’s sensitive and you should really think before showing him any amount of romantic affection. If you’re bored and want a fling then he’s not the man for you. Thomas is dedicated and strives to be a family man. He adores the possibility of having kids of his own, adopted or biological– it doesn’t matter.

❥ ~ Thomas is a man of energy as his words aren’t capable of being heard even if he can physically talk. So you won’t hear friendly compliments, he won’t make small chat about your day, etc. But he will communicate with his body language, mostly his eyes. He’s skilled in showing what he feels through a glare, it’s an intense feeling and if you didn’t know any better you’d probably assume he hated you.

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so i saw ur requests be open and i would like to request riddle, leona and jamil with a yunjin fem s/o?? like, the dorm leaders catch her showing grim and the adeuce duo how to do the dance yunjin does in her idle? jfsjshdjsk im sorry i just thought of this and u can feel free to decline anytime!! ur writings r really good,, keep it up and remember to take breaks!! <3

😩 I LOVE THIS IDEA SM AND HHHH YOU CHOSE MY FAV BOIS- And thank you, I'm really happy to know that you enjoy my work! I’d like to apologise in advance if I messed something up regarding Yunjin since there aren't any leaks on her character stories at the time I wrote this :”)

Yunjin's Idle Animation

Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper | Female reader | Headcanons

Riddle takes great pride in the fact that his girlfriend is a woman of immense skill in the visual arts. He feels proud when he overhears other boys talking about her, and feels somewhat jealous when she reciprocates their compliments with a coy smile. While he's happy that she's admired and respected by the school populace, she's his beloved rose and he'll make sure everyone remembers that.

Trey, Cater and the ADeuce duo would beg her to drop by Heartslabyul whenever Riddle is in a bad mood. Her soothing voice and touch are capable of easing him out of his rage, so the moment she steps foot in the dorm, everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

As a former entertainer back in her world, she naturally pays extra attention to Riddle. Whenever he needs to de-stress, he would send a text asking her to see him in Heartslabyul for a private, one-on-one tea party. He'd spill his frustrations to her and she would listen to him with an attentive mind. If she offers to perform a song to help him clear his head, he'd eagerly accept it with a grateful smile.

He would often catch her entertaining others with her dances. There was a time when he couldn't find his staff anywhere in his room and as he went to the lounge to check, he saw her showing Grimm and the ADeuce duo how to do one of her dances with his staff as her prop. She spun his staff around her hands while twirling slowly and then tossed the spinning staff in the air, kicking it twice with her left heel before gracefully catching it in her left hand and ending the dance by striking an elegant pose.

Riddle wasn't able to take his eyes off her during her little demonstration, and it wasn't until Ace yelled his name in surprise did he snap out of his trance. Ace and Deuce were clinging to each other as if the room was sinking, and she was gazing at him with a sheepish smile as she nervously held his staff. Sighing audibly, he then held his hand out and beckoned her to hand it over to him while saying, "Expect to receive your punishment after classes, (y/n)."

Just looking at her is enough to make his irritation dissipate, and Leona is absolutely smitten with her but outright refuses to let it be shown on his face. His flicking tail betrays his usually sullen expression though, and she would teasingly point it out to him with a giggle. “You must be very happy to see me, Leona~” “... Dunno what you’re on about, herbivore.”

This grumpy lion was one of the first victims of her charms, and he also ended up being the one to claim the treasure. He soaks up the attention she gives him like a sponge and exhibits a more childish behaviour whenever someone else manages to steal her undivided attention.

Leona knows that she's pleasant to look at with her pale red eye shadow and rouge lips, because even he can't stop himself from staring at her pretty face when he's using her as a lap pillow. He can get quite possessive of his girlfriend though and will growl at anyone who dares to even glance at her... Unfortunately, she had gotten herself into a contract with Azul and works as a part-time entertainer in Mostro Lounge. That octo-punk is hell-bent on keeping her tied to his business upon seeing a significant increase in customers after one performance from her.

Leona was banned from ever stepping foot inside Mostro Lounge after he beat the crap out of a group of Heartslabyul students who got too close to her for his liking, and he even picked a fight with Riddle when the latter reprimanded him for his barbaric behaviour towards his dorm members. If it wasn't for her stepping in to break up their fight, a civil war between Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw would have broken out in NRC.

Leona once saw her teaching Ruggie one of her dances in Savanaclaw's lounge. Watching her put her hands all over the hyena didn't sit well with him, and when he couldn't take it anymore, he strode over to rip her away from a surprised Ruggie before dragging her to his room. She had to deal with a sulking lion for the rest of the evening.

Compared to the cheerful and excitable Kalim, she's a breath of fresh air and Jamil can always count on her to help him relax after a particularly stressful day.

He acknowledges her talent in the visual arts and is proud to call her his. Although they have very different styles in music, he cherishes the small moments where she'd pull him away from his chores just to sing and dance with him in the kitchen or in the lounge - depends on where and when she chooses to ambush him. He was no doubt uncomfortable with it at first due to his strong sense of responsibility as Kalim's servant, but he soon learnt to let everything go and focus on her when she decides to entertain him.

It's no secret that his girlfriend is loved by virtually everyone and Jamil can see why, given her natural beauty and grace. He tends to be possessive of her whenever they're walking together in the hallway - his grip around her shoulders would tighten when a random student compliments her, and he’d scowl when Ace and Deuce come running to her, begging her to bail them out of whatever trouble they had caused.

He's selfish when it comes to her. Since he never had anything to call his own from the time he was born, he doesn't like it whenever Kalim casually drapes himself over her like an overgrown child. He would always pull her away from Kalim the moment he sees it happening in front of him.

Jamil’s mood became sour when he caught her performing one of her dances for Kalim and the shared braincell squad. He watched her spin Kalim’s staff around her hands while twirling slowly and then tossed the spinning staff in the air, but before she could kick it with her left heel, Jamil had intercepted and caught it for her. His glare was enough to send Ace and Deuce running, and he returned Kalim’s staff to him while telling him to not treat it like a toy. Jamil only cheered up when she attended basketball practice after school as his personal cheerleader.

Hello ! Mind you writing about frank x reader!survivor ?

It can be sort of first love or someone he had a crush on pre entity but never actually talked to.

gotchu bebe. im in a very--- legion mood.

There were new people on the block... Realm? Every once in a while. You could only stab the new guy so many times before it got tedious and repetitious... But Frank knew there were some people who he could never stab enough. No matter how many times he watched the light fade from that gamer chick's eyes... Or that really tired looking kid... Some of them just- Couldn't die enough. He didn't have a favorite, though. Not like the others. Susie liked that tired kid quite a bit. Probably reminded her of something Frank took away. Joey always seemed to go easier on Claudette. He'd always murmur something about her reminding him of a girl he used to play with. And Julie never killed that quick one by her own hand... Frank didn't have connections to the real world. The Legion was his connection... And apparently, even in the realm of the forgotten- That wasn't enough. He'd wanted to forget everything. This was the best thing to ever happen to him. Even if he dealt with the others' occasional pained glances... Dealt with them pushing him away when he tried to touch them... He was happy. He was fine. He was... Legion. You were meant to be forgotten. You were one of those embarrassing things he wanted to wash away when he moved to Ormond. Fifteen was a sensitive time for a lot of guys... And you had the mental bruises to prove it. He recognized you the second he saw you. You looked... Like an adult, then. Not that Frank... wasn't an adult... But the way you dressed was testament to how long he'd been there. What had been hoodies and ripped jeans had become much more... Professional. You looked like an A- grade parental figure. Looking at you gave Frank the anxiety that maybe he was supposed to be old enough to be a parent, now... You weren't fifteen anymore, but, similarly, you could tell it was Frank. Not by the way he looked... He looked rougher- Harder- Meaner- But by his voice. You'd heard that orphaned wailing before- And when it was plunging a knife into your back with similar distress, you knew it was him. You'd been his first everything. He'd lost his virginity to you- His first kiss because nobody wanted to touch lips with his filthy, unlovable ass- You'd been his first handjob- The first time he held hands with someone who wasn't a CPS member. You'd been- His everything... Clive was a real motherfucker. One of Frank's few regrets before coming here was not killing the fucker when he had the chance... Frank was too starry eyed for Ormond, though. After all, getting kicked off your school's basketball team will do that. You were a worthy sacrifice for change until... Well, until he was stuck here with the rest of them. He wanted to know if you were a parent... If you told your new boyfriend about him... He wanted to know if you thought about him sometimes when Julie was... Touching... Him... He loved Julie. He swore he did... But Julie didn't hold him while he cried after getting kicked off the team. Susie didn't. Joey didn't. And it really scared Frank having someone there who'd seen him cry.

You could never be stabbed enough for the sin of loving him.

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hello ! Imagine bubba and Thomas preparing their chainsaw to attack and the new girl survivor is wearing this. Would they tunnel , face camp , or cry about it ? Lmao

Bonjourrrr hello I am alive I’m so sorry I have been really busy traveling for work.

But those pants look incredible. I didn’t even know they existed. Here’s how I imagine that would go!

The Cannibal | Bubba Sawyer & Chainsaw-Proof Girl

Word count: ~575

Warnings: none

Reaction: straight up sobs about it and finds her terrifying. Thinks she’s just invincible to his chainsaw.

This was a scary, dark, confusing new world-- but Bubba had a job to do.

Kill the outsiders. Kill them or they’ll hurt you. Kill them or they’ll hurt your family.

The dark entity whispered in his head, and although fear rattled his bones, Bubba obeyed. There was no enemy his dutiful chainsaw couldn’t handle. The world was terrifying, and he was all alone here, but Bubba will handle himself for as long as he needs to so he can one day come back home to his family again. But right now, he needs to protect them. Protect them from these awful dangerous outsiders.

A new outsider appeared today before him, at the wastelands of an automobile wreckage site. An autohaven, he believes it was called, a horrid wasteland of mangled metal with the reek of sharp iron and heavy dust in the air. This woman he found, Bubba had not seen her before, and upon discovering yet another outsider here that was threatening him and his family’s safety, a cold fear shot through his veins. It felt icy and numbing at first, until the panic quickly began to boil it, sweltering in his blood with every passing second he didn’t act on this new girl working on a generator in front of him.

There was no fear in her, no desperate flee from him. The heat in his veins simmered, steaming into his muscles with a horrible rush of energy, and with a terrified whine Bubba hastily drop started his chainsaw.

Upon hearing him rev, she stepped back off the generator, but instead of fleeing it appeared she braced.

Confusing, but Bubba charged anyways, wailing as he dashed forward, swiping the saw downwards to strike her legs and prevent an escape if she were to try and run.

However, as soon as the saw made contact, the gash in the fabric nearly derailed his chain, immediately stopping the engine when a clutter of stringy white fibers tangled into it.

The girl took a distancing step back, with a soft chuckle, as if she saw this coming. There was no blood from the gash, it had appeared his saw didn’t even make it through the fabric.

Anxiety seized him, and not thinking clearly, Bubba reached to pull the string back and rev again, despite seeing the damage that he knew would prevent the engine from starting. Surely enough, the chainsaw sputtered and neglected to flinch, the fibers lodged deep into the mechanical gears.

Hands trembling, Bubba blubbered in confusion, trying once more to pull the string again.

He heard another chuckle from her when it yet again sputtered and failed to start.

With his head darting up to look at her, the girl was oddly surprised to see such powerful fear and confusion clouding his big brown eyes, and instead of charging at her with his mallet, Bubba instead wailed out pitifully.

She nearly flinched when she heard the earthy thud of him dropping his saw to the floor, watching as he vainly attempted to reach for his hoistered mallet, but only to have his shaky hands immediately drop the weapon onto the floor as well.

Nearly sobbing, he buried his masked face in his two clammy hands, stumbling back as he cried. He was too confused, his chainsaw never failed like this. Bubba had no clue what to do, he had nothing to protect himself from this invincible outsider.

She broke his saw without even attacking.

The girl watched, completely baffled as he shrieked and blubbered, almost feeling bad as he stumbled away from her in fear.

And within moments, Bubba fled, turning to run in terror.

can i request hcs of glamrock freddy simping over their human co-worker??

thank you <3 (btw i love ur writing!!)

𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑

𝐓𝐖! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐮. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! <𝟑

♫ 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 — 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘

( 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎: 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 )

you can’t recall when the sudden alter in freddy’s behavior occurred

the wagging of his short tail whenever you’re around, the way his ears elevate in surprise when you speak to him, the glitches in his voice after you tie his bow and adjust his hat

and even now, the way your hands trace over his arms and legs to make sure the animatronic is still in function is enough to make his entire system short-circuit

“you took quite the tumble on stage tonight, but there seems to be no bugs in your programming... do you have any idea what may have happened to you, freddy?” you…

that’s what happened: you

your heavenly voice in his earpiece, constructing the music and notifying your coworkers of any potential irregularities in the glamrock’s coding

how could anyone function properly whilst an angel overlooks their shoulder, whispering sweet nothings such as “speed up the metronome for chica” or “lower the volume of the backing tracks for monty”?

oh, you’re just too sweet~

you may not be able to recall the abrupt shift in his disposition, but freddy certainly can

before, everything was grey; every day was spent in chromatic colors as the robot mindlessly entertained guests without an ounce of conscious thought

and all it took was a bicker between him and monty that sent him spiraling off the catwalks to end up in parts and services, where he would then wake up to your adoring face

then, there was color

“there was a minor accident in gator golf that left you in severe conditions, so fazbear entertainment called me in to treat you. i hope that’s all alright with you, freddy?” yes, yes, it is more than ok

“how’s that brain working? any coding i need to patch up on?” all i can think about is you

“how about those new eyes, how are they treating you?” they’re perfect, you’re perfect

his eyes then glanced down to your chest, your golden name tag glistening beneath the bright surgical light above you

y/n…

what a beautiful name…

and just like that, life isn’t so dull for freddy anymore

the safety of the children, the wellbeing of his friends, his concerns for his state of mind, everything is put on a back-burner now that his circuits have been overwhelmed by you and your flamboyant self

and poor, sweet you, who just assumes the devoted initiatives of your favorite fazbear is all a part of his coded personality

because yeah, it’s totally programmed in freddy to memorize your eating habits and bring you a hot, fresh slice of pizza and a glass of his signature fizzy-faz during your breaks

it’s totally normal for an animatronic to insist on carrying you place-to-place, simply because the walk to parts and services is "far too long for a human to possibly endure"

it’s totally normal for him to carry you over his shoulder to his room like a sack of potatoes after vanessa was in the process of chewing you out for a glitch in roxanne’s ocular upgrade

and it’s completely normal for the golden boy of fazbear entertainment to beat roxanne wolf out of commission after an accident during your shift in parts and services

that mangy mutt had left you bed-ridden and away from freddy for a month, but now that you’ve returned, the 7-ft-tall teddy bear is always breathing down your neck whenever another glamrock breathes in your general direction

there’s definitely nothing weird about freddy's behavior! you’ve been doing your job flawlessly and keeping these animatronics (excluding poor roxy) in tip-top shape…… right?

well, apparently not, because now fazbear entertainment has called you into parts and services for the final time before you’re obliged to pack up your bags and leave pizzaplex forever

“listen, freddy…” yes, of course, i’m always listening to you

“ever since i’ve gotten this job, more and more anomalies seem to appear in your behavior. i’ve tried countless times to fix it, but it’s not enough” you are enough, you’ve given me more than i could ever ask for

“and after what happened to roxy, i just… i don’t think working with animatronics is really my forte” you couldn’t be more perfect for me, y/n, what is this leading to-?

“this is the last time we’ll see each other”

….. no.

that mere sentence leaving your mouth was enough to cause his mechanical heart to implode

freddy begins to hyperventilate, the screens within the parts and service cylinder erupting with a mess of binary codes and a large, flashing “error”

harsh-red alarms begin to blare as the dread unit warns you of the unexpected occurrence of freddy’s system overheating

the doors to the protective cylinder lock as freddy begins to twist and jerk in his surgical chair, the restraints added for your safety splitting with an ear-piercing rip!

you bang against the hazy window, shouting for all of your coworkers, the other glamrocks, hell, even for map-bot to save you from your fate

sharp claws then grasp around your form and pull you closer as you shriek and squirm, all before darkness envelops you

you've been huddled within the cramped walls of freddy’s chest cavity, uncomfortably embraced by the wires and sprockets of his endoskeleton as you try and fight against him

the ringing of the alarms, the voice of dread unit, and your own muffled screams simmer down to silence

all that is left and you and him, closer than ever before

“there’s no need to worry anymore, starlight, i’ll tell the others you packed up and left… you’re safe with me, forever…”

the media was right… fazbear entertainment has far too many skeletons in the closet.

edit: reader is not dead lol

A friend DM'ed me asking about Yandere Sun and Moon from FNAF: Security Breach, and I'm actually going to go ahead and post my headcanons about them:

(I don't know if they're given pronouns, in-game, so I'm using "they/them".)

Sun would be all about lovebombing and Moon would be all about control.

When their darling is cooperating, Moon would actually be very soft and soothing; they're designed to take care of napping children, so Moon would be great if their darling has nightmares or is trying to get to sleep but having trouble.

If you lay down when they tell you to, Moon will just quietly tiptoe (and soar) around, bringing you extra soft blankets and, if you can't go right to sleep yet, maybe some warm milk with honey.

While you drift off, Moon would stroke your back and sing lullabies. (They're creepy sounding, because Moon sounds creepy in general, but they're trying.)

I think the fact that, in the game, Sun still says their lines if you go back to the security desk while Moon is stalking you is a mistake, but I'll take it to be canon that Sun can still talk while Moon is in control and vice versa (since Sun's line about keeping the light on sounded like Moon talking). While Moon is putting you to sleep, Sun will sometimes come through, excitedly whispering about how much fun you'll have, in the morning. Moon shushes them(self?).

It's just breaking the rules by, say, getting up early or staying up late that makes Moon turn menacing. Naughty children must be caught!

Sun is never threatening, but they are desperate; they want their darling to be happy and having fun, and if that isn't happening, then it must be because you want to do arts and crafts or play on the fun slide or swim in the ballpit or do something you're not doing. How about some yummy soda? That will make you want to play!

Either of them can lift an adult human (of any size) easily (because it's FNAF and all these animatronics/puppets are unreasonably strong). If you stray, either of them will just carry you back to where they want you. Sun will act like it's a misunderstanding and you went the wrong way (and bring you back to the designated play area as many times as they have to, with no indication that their patience is exhaustible); Moon will pick you up and call you "naughty" over and over and pile blankets on top of you until you can't get up again.

Sun loves to play games.

Moon loves to cuddle.

They don't have a concept of adult human behavior; they're designed for children, so if they feel strongly for anyone, they express love in the way they would towards a child. That is to say, telling them how old you are won't make a difference. At most, Sun will just indulgently say "Wow! You're a big kid, huh? You've had a lot of birthdays!"

They also weren't given an understanding of romantic relationships, so the best they can express their yandere feelings is by calling you their "best, best, best, best friend", and their "extra-good friend," and things like that.

If anyone (animatronic or human) tries to find you, they'll just put you to sleep and hide you away, lying that they haven't seen you. Maybe they stow you in the castle, or maybe in the ballpit. "It's super hard to find things in the ballpit...but I know how!"

(WARNING: THIS ONE'S DARK, OKAY?) They are the type of yandere who actually might kill you by accident and then not notice. Moon just treats you like you're sleeping and keeps away the icky bugs, and then the daycare gets complaints for the smell.

(F/H) =favorite hobby.

I have the weirdest crush on this freaking duck and I don’t know why, so I’m taking out my confusion on this matter by making him yandere. Sorry that this is so long, boring and slow but I’m a sucker for slow burns and just dislike instant love. This went from just from headcannons to a freaking long ass story. I think I’ll make more on how the reader reacts when they find out just how mentally fucked Scrooge became.

Who knows, maybe I’ll write one for good ol’ Flinty. I have a feeling he’d just drop kick any rival he spots without much qualms about it. Meanwhile, Scrooge has a full on psychological derailment.

TW: manipulation, dependent behavior, stalking, and more.

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•To be honest, the likelyhood of Scrooge turning into a yandere might be higher than you think. He’s capable of self defense and can fight. He literally hunts treasure for a living. He also has a trillion dollar stockpile sitting around begging to be used for cover ups. His determination is pretty crazy, and he’s seen a lot on his adventures, things that would kind of instill a paranoia over time or an unhealthy me mentality. He can easily hide behind a professional front. Oh, and if he so wanted, he could travel and bury any evidence under a volcano. :)

•Since this is a yandere AU or, I’m gonna go with the idea that this is a what if the show had a TV-14 rating as well, so much darker themes can link and be explored.

•After pretty much a century of adventure, most of which includes violence and fighting through perils, human or not so, Scrooge is desensitized to quite a bit of violence and the dark and greedy side of the world. He’s seen the best of people and also the worst. This plays majorly in anyone who becomes a yandere; how exposed they are to people’s bad side or their own dark tendencies.

•Scrooge himself is not perfect and has demonstrated some traits of greediness, paranoia, and general distrustful behavior which is perfectly reasonable considering his work and the things he exposes himself too during it.

•Even though he loves adventure, there are a lot of bad things that happen on them that he seems to bottle up or keep to himself. Bottling up things causes a negative buildup in anyone, especially Scrooge because he expects that loving his life’s work will repair the same damage it sometimes does to him.

•Most likely, Scrooge developed an affinity with you through your similar drive for adventure. Maybe you worked for him in some way and he saw you defend someone or maybe you outsmarted one of his adversaries on an adventure he decided to bring you on. Regardless, you’ve caught his attention and this is only the beginning.

•A rival love interest’s biggest mistake is mistaking his age for a weakness. One minute he’s complaining about someone being on his lawn, the other they’re buried under it.

•Scrooge would probably connect most if he’s seen that you used to be in his shoes before, or at least a similar situation. Maybe you’re struggling financially but working your ass off to stabilize your income. As someone with the humble origins of a shoeshiner, Scrooge understands perfectly. Despite his incredible stockpile of wealth, he knows what’s it’s like to be at rock bottom.

•At first, you’re probably obviously very suprised with Scrooge’s involvement in your life. He’s from an entirely different world than yours after all, the top of the pyramid. Depending on your origins, you might react quite differently. Currently, you managed to find yourself stuck in a job you hated, working for someone you despised. It was a miserable, repetitive job that brought to your life a void of boredom.

•You craved adrenaline, even if it would get you killed, you finally figured that at least you’d go out with a spark. Putting on a smiling face, you accept a position at McDuck industries thinking that it was going to be another office job. By your luck, (or, later on, unfortunate luck), you managed to score a position that required you to be near Scrooge quite often.

•This gave both of you time to acquaint with eachother and the opportunity for him to see the potential in you as an adventurer instead of just an employee. Scrooge rarely lets people in beyond family, and is quite reserved so he himself questions what he sees in you at first, distrusting you even.

•When you are taken on your first adventure, you nearly boil over with eagerness. There’s a worry at first of the treachery involved but eventually, as you venture on more and more explorations, that fear dulls and you think the adrenaline as far more important than the possible loss of your life.

•Craving adrenaline is the main reason at first as to why you to want to stay around Scrooge. Despite his repeated attempts to brush or push you away, you find yourself excited every time you get to explore and finally get to see a world that you thought you’d never visit.

•Still, Scrooge remains cold and you can’t figure out why beyond the reason that he’s just a pessimistic old capitalist. As much as you want the adrenaline, you kinda can’t help but eventually enjoy his presence as well despite his temper and general grumpiness. Having been alone for over two decades without friends does that to someone. You needed warmth again.

•Maybe you grew attached to all the times you felt you were winning when you snubbed an artifact. Also, after collecting and sneaking a few gold coins into your own pocket, you were finally getting out of debt and on track to actually start your own business involving (F/H). You had the dream that you could travel where you wanted and finally find peace from your own mind and problems.

•Scrooge, despite his own warnings to himself not to persue, can’t help but offer you a job working for him. You made adventuring a million times better and were a great addition to the team, providing your own perspective or plan for the times he and his family would journey out. Oh, and he’d finally get the opportunity to be around you more. It was refreshing to see how optimistic you managed to remain despite your current financial predicament. (Which he contemplated solving.)

•Soon, however, Scrooge began to see that you were not as happy go lucky as you pretended to be, at least not when you weren’t on another treasure hunt. Something appeared to be gnawing at you. Deep down inside, it appeared to plague you and Scrooge began to worry for your well being and as a too curious for his own good duck, he needed to know what was going on. Especially when he had caught you quickly wiping away tears while you began to head home. What could possibly be causing you this pain?

•He had to find out and to his own realization, he had to know now. After all the times you saved and helped him, he wanted to make sure you were at least doing alright in return. He ordered Launchpad to tail you home and Launchpad, oh so very loyal, doesn’t question it much.

•Most yanderes might suffer from the constant delusion that their victims love them back or that they’re in the right but that’s not the case with Scrooge. There are times where he does try to justify himself, but this is mainly due to a fit of rage or to play innocent to you. Most of the time, he knows his actions are wrong and the burning temptation is causing a war. Very early on, he suppresses his curiosity and the growing feelings he has about you. Especially when they begin to boil into something far darker. Although he’s done this to nearly everyone, being cold to you and pushing you away seemed to be his way of trying to ensure your well being instead of his. He was finding it hard not to think about you sometimes.

•Soon enough though, he begins to grow inquisitive about your personal life as you open up to him and define yourself as a person instead of another blur. You were always quite genuine to just sit around and talk to him and despite denying it to himself, Scrooge was lonely, especially after the Spear of Selene. Sometimes you’d joke to him, sometimes you’d think philosophically. Sometimes it was just a mutual, comfortable silence.

•Scrooge might make excuses aloud to you, but doesn’t lie to himself. All the times he’s made you work later or given you an extra dose of paperwork was because he wanted to keep you around and in his line of sight. 12 hours without you was turning into a painful reminder of how isolated he was, even with Beakley around. You were a warmth, a cool, calm warmth.

• “I’ll eventually need to know her address later on in case she’s attacked by one of my adversaries anyways.” Nope, Scrooge wasn’t fooling himself with that sentiment. He knew he was invading your privacy, but he also knew that he was too nosy to care enough.

•The main problem is that although Scrooge knows a lot of what he’s doing isn’t right, he begins to care less and less. (Though this process takes quite a while.) You’re a valuable and positive part of his life, you had stayed when everyone else had abandoned him for his admittedly awful mistakes. He can’t lose another person he treasures. Especially not you. You’re becoming the shiniest yet. Losing you might mean losing himself in some sense.

•Scrooge tries to shake off the guilt but only finds that maybe it’s better to punish himself by feeling it. He’s currently following along your path to wherever your destination currently is.

•Of course, his iconic shiny limousine would be a sore thumb sticking out to both you, the media, and Duckberg in general so he makes sure to either trail far behind or to have another mode of transportation available. Regardless, Scrooge never hires another person to watch you in place.

•Scrooge doesn’t even install cameras. He’d rather experience your life from his own two eyes and not as reported from another bird or screen. He rather liked tracking you himself. It gave him a place to go and at least he’d be able to bask in your duality himself. Sometimes you cried, he found to his own breaking heart. Sometimes you’d smile, (mostly only in his presence, to his delight.)

•Most of all, though, you seem caught in the present of life. Distracted, even. It seems though, that sometimes you’re so distracted that you don’t even notice something is off. Or maybe you yourself are too unable to break the cycle of adrenaline adventure to see it. Maybe you yourself were actively creating excuses, at least at first as to why you sometimes ran into Scrooge McDuck everywhere.

•If there’s something else Scrooge is a master at other than money, it’s with keeping up the detached and reserved persona of a wealthy individual. After all, who would suspect him of such crimes like these? He’s just a selfish, greedy businessman that only cares about his wealth, right? He’d never bother with other birds unless he was shaking hands at a conference table.

•Wrong. As you and him grow to become more like mentor and student, Scrooge begins to insert himself everywhere he possible can in your life, especially after seeing the shitfest that was your social group, what little of it there was. Apparently, you’d finally made a few friends over the years working for him and there was only one out of all of them that Scrooge approved of.

•Two of them, both identical Peacock twins appeared to be fascinated with your link to him and nothing more. It made some sense. After all, who could say they were a close worker to the richest duck in the world? The other one, a tall and lanky chicken, was getting far too handsy with you, and the final, a feline male was nothing but gossip and drama.

•To add to insult, you were a pretty big pushover outside of work which meant that they would drag you to places you didn’t even want to go and pressure you to have drinks you didn’t want to taste. They were in love with the mask you put up, not the complex and amazing face behind it. The one that you were beginning to let Scrooge see.

• Scrooge watches from a distance as your laugh reverberates. The laugh appears to Scrooge as unwavered and solid, mechanical in nature like it was a reoccurring script. Gazing at your face, he could see that your smile was strained, beak scrunched. You just wanted to go home and nothing more.

•The chicken next to you he was sucking a cigarette and the smoke blew in your direction, replacing your laugh with coughing and the others cackled with drunk glee, their solo cups tipping as they did. You blew it off as an accidental push in the wind which, by the way, wasn’t even blowing.

•Out of all of them, Scrooge hated the lanky chicken, who’s name he learned was Gale, the most. You deserved far better than that. Surely you saw through his sleazy act, right? Why were you hanging around such a ratched group of birds? Just how blind were you to their usage of you?

•Almost without even realizing it himself, Scrooge had tailed you the entire way home. After having to torment himself with an hour of seeing you torment yourself, he figured that maybe you’d find something that made you happy other thanyour little flock of “friends.”

•So he was admitting to being a stalker to himself. Did that mean he’d be able to admit it to oblivious ol’ you? Well, no. At least, not for now. Not until you trust him completely. Oh well, he’ll never go further than then that, right? He was watching you, but not engaging in any way. Nothing worse could come out of it..

•Wrong.

•After a while of having you working under him at McDuck Industries, Scrooge began to realize just how much financial control he had over you. Not only did you depend on him cod for paycheck, your landlord worked for someone who worked for him. In other words, the spot of land you were living on was an apartment company that belonged to him. You were living under one of his roofs. All he’d have to do was shift some circumstances and you’d either be homeless or debt free forever. Scrooge of course, plays the benevolent route and lowers it significantly for you. Why antagonize you?

•After having taken that action, Scrooge noticed more and more of a smile on your face as you realized that you didn’t have to depend paycheck to paycheck for food on the table. He had also been aware that you had a side hobby now, involving (F/H.) sometimes you joked you’d start a business and go off parting ways with that hobby. It was source of entertainment to watch you be..Well, you. There was this genuine behavior about you that just drew him in.

•If Scrooge wasn’t adventuring with you or at a meeting also with you, he was still with you. You just didn’t know it yet. Interestingly however, you’d begun to pick up the signs that there was a presence in your life. Whereas you didn’t close the blinds before, you did now. Or maybe that was from all the adventures you’d nearly died on fighting others off. Maybe it was paranoia.

•Eventually, Scrooge managed to break into your apartment under the guise to Launchpad that he’d been invited by you. A ludicrous lie, of course, but Launchpad is gullible to a fault when it comes to Scrooge. He’s loyal like that, and his friendliness to you plays into Scrooge’s emotional manipulation later on.

•As Scrooge sneaks in while you’re still home, he makes his way behind the kitchen counter which seperated your living room. He didn’t expect you to be right there in the living room, but you were, just five feet away from him and the window he snuck in. The window was to your right. He had carefully parted the curtains. Your couch was sitting approximately five feet from the window balcony, facing a corner of the wall with the T.V off.

•Peculiarly, you hadn’t even noticed he’d entered by rigging the door. You were right there, not staring at his direction, but he should have at least appeared in your peripheral. Just what were you doing to be so disconnected to the reality around you? It was worrying.

•Now hidden behind the counter directly to the left of you, he observes your desensitized form. For a moment, Scrooge thought you were a corpse until he peered closer. You were still there, physically. Mentally you looked as if you were in a whole other dimension. In a rather bold move, Scrooge slowly stands up and positions himself in the archway, watching you from his spot.

•You were still, so very still unlike all the times you’d fidget at work or with those “friends.” You still breathed and your hands shook slightly and there was color to your eyes but you yourself didn’t even seem present whatsoever. Your eyes were glazed and far away. It was just your body sitting there in that couch. It was worrisome and yet there was a blissful smile to your face seconds later.

•It was you, daydreaming about something. Something you obviously enjoyed. Scrooge, to his own shame, hoped it involved him. For a few more moments, all you did was sigh like you were meditating. It was haunting how easily you had lost yourself within the confines of your tumbling mind. Somehow, you were blocking out the world beyond, maladaptively.

• Scrooge knew he was taking a huge risk. All you’d have to do to spot him now was swivel your head a few inches or wake up from dreamland. It would take a few inches to ruin what you thought of him.

Just then, to Scrooge’s horror, you had slowly picked yourself off the couch. Your body shuttered as your head snapped up. He knew he was taking a huge risk with this and began to think that maybe it was a terrible idea after all. (Who was he kidding, it was terrible in the first place, he knew what he was doing.)

•He quickly fell back to his crouched position behind the counter, silently and expertly as you turned around and made your way closer and closer. There was a tense moment in which Scrooge contemplated just knocking you down completely and rendering you unconscious. All it would take was a few seconds. Maybe you’d forget or maybe he’d give you the dreamland you seemed so desperate to reach. It would certainly give him peace of mind to know where you are 24/7..All he’d have to do is knock you out and take you to the manor. You’d be secure and have everything you need there…

•Your presence was setting him alight, in the good way and bad way. He loved being near you. But hated the idea of you getting any closer right now, because you getting any closer would ruin your trust in him entirely. A few more steps is all there was between the idol you saw Scrooge as and the monster he was growing to be. You were like a fire. The heat scorched his feathers. Then, when you were away, his thoughts.

•Your steps were louder than they’d ever been. Then, to Scrooge’s unbelievable luck, you turned towards the hallway away from the kitchen. Scrooge knew not to push his luck trying to follow or stay, so despite his clawing urge to figure you out, he hesitantly snuck out with unanswered questions on your concerning mental state.

•It had been a months since that incident and Scrooge was moving onto bigger and bolder actions. Sometimes he’d swipe you away from any conversations you had with your friends by calling you in for a task. Sometimes he’d eat up all your time by keeping you in late, and taking you to places far away that required days of travel.

•Sometimes he’d drive bad influences away by financially ruining their life forever.

You noticed Gale’s downfall quickly, but you didn’t have any idea it was Scrooge who was responsible. Gale lived actually, three complexes from you and oh so suddenly, rent had begun to skyrocket in the particular room he had to himself. This led to him being presented with an eviction notice. You didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye. (Not that you wanted to, though.) deep down you were glad he was gone and Scrooge knew it. Gale had to move far off to find an affordable spot. It was a mercy considering how often Scrooge had dreamed of just throwing him into the ocean tied up for the sharks to find. He was a toxic influence.

•Maybe if someone pushed his button just right, Scrooge would end up killing them, and who would care? There were seven billion fellow people on the planet. Scrooge could just get rid of any threat he wanted and no one would notice or ever suspect it was him. After all, he’s just a grumpy old man with a cane.

•It turns out, Scrooge had picked up on your plans to possibly quit your job. He had never felt his heart sink like it did now. He was fighting off his initial shock as you stood in his office, masking it with a detached face. You hadn’t even confirmed the statement. All you’d said was that maybe you’d found a company within your favorite hobby.

•It was just a small implication. But, Implications could become statements, which could turn into actions, and Scrooge couldn’t let the thought even be a presence in your mind.

•You had stayed with him throughout the years of his loneliest moments, had confessed secrets, had confided in him. You were like his pupil, learning from him and you were like his partner, fighting alongside him. Maybe you were something different altogether.

•...Was it a friend that convinced you? It had to be. Scrooge knew how much you enjoyed galavanting around the world with him. There’s no way you’d just fly off without him.-

“I promise I’ll still occasionally go with you, Scrooge. (A first name basis. This was devolving from anything normal.) I found my passion. We can still adventure together, but I found a path that also makes me happy and doesn’t ya know, get me killed.” You chuckle as if it were nothing. A light joke.

•So you were leaving. You were going to go. Why? You had a great paycheck, (an expensive one that took a lot of money,) you had the opportunity to travel the world. You had the best job you’d ever get. Who else was going to be as good as him? He won’t let you destroy your future by applying for a Mediocre position at some dumptruck company.

•As it turns out, the bird responsible for swaying you was none other than one of the peacocks, her name was Shelby. She and you laughed, and for the first time, your laugh was genuine. Genuine with her and not with Scrooge. You both shared each other’s stories, and she in return had encouraged your little dangerous fantasy of being independent.

•Now of course Scrooge realized how ridiculous this all sounded. He had willingly allowed you to go on perilous adventures with him, but at least then, you were with him. How could he keep an easy eye on you if you just moved off to some rando spot? Plus, he was plenty good as saving you. He was your hero.

•Bad influences needed to go away.

•Scrooge might lie to himself about how much it digs under his feathers, but to see you around other people really dug wrong. He itched every time you decided to take advice from other people, or confide in them instead of him. He was the one you could go to, not them. Your secrets didn’t need to be shared with anyone else but Scrooge. All those rare and precious things that made you yourself didn’t need to be snatched by thieves like Shelby or Gale or whoever else.

•He knew that his criminal actions would scare you. Even with your growing trust and dependence on him, he knew it was too early for you to want to stay with him if you knew what he’s been doing. If he wanted your presence, he’d keep it through lengths you’d find terrifying.

•Scrooge found your biggest flaw was that you always attracted the wrong crowd, and it was primarily because you were always trying to impress others when they really didn’t deserve the magnificent canvas you painted yourself to be. To his even greater detriment, you were beginning to spend your time more and more with Shelby. The canvas you painted was beautiful, as always. But it wasn’t for him, and he found that he was not happy with this new development.

•Don’t you know people take advantage of kindness? It happened to him all the time and still does. It happened to you over and over and yet you kept venturing forth giving out your trust like it was nothing. The world is a sour place if you’re not careful. Cursed kilts, you were already naive about Gale. Who knows how badly future people would hurt you, even if they were well intentioned.

Scrooge could tell that, despite him insisting otherwise, you thought leaning on his shoulder was burdening him. He wanted to make sure you knew it was anything but that. As a matter of fact, he wanted you to lean on his shoulder every moment he possibly could get you to. What was just you occasionally asking for advice on impersonal things becomes entire sessions with Scrooge encouraging you to reveal every personal detail of your life.

•You had revealed that many times, you just wanted independence. A company of your own to possibly build so you could pursue life your own way. Scrooge knew these dangerous thoughts were one of the final roadblocks. Scrooge had to prevent them. Be it through roughening you up financially or discouraging you. Be it from murdering outside influences, too. Who was going to miss the miserable miscreants that plagued your life anyways?

•It is three days before the date you had decided that you would resign. Instead of being merry, you were miserable. The opportunity you had to get the job was burned by them not even calling you for an interview. After your resume, why would they reject you? You had the word of one of the finest businessmen out there to back you up. Scrooge himself promised to put in a good word for you! You were perfectly qualified for the job you were looking for. In your days of being rejected from the position you wanted, you confide in Scrooge. You don’t know it but as he pats your shoulder, he’s thinking of the next way to sabotage your efforts of leaving him.

•Shelby ends up going missing. She was one of your closest friends and the only one who finally treated you well. Your devastation causes a major setback in any ambitious plans as you isolate yourself from anyone else but only the closest person left in your life; Scrooge.

•Currently, you were enveloped in a warm hug, the side of your face leaning in the crook of Scrooge’s neck as he calmed your crying form down, patting your back and promising you his presence would remain forever. You wept at Shelby’s funeral, so did her twin sister and their parents, who, upon seeing Scrooge, had nearly fainted in shock.

•Despite your tumultuous relationship with Shelby, she had actually begun to redeem much of her previously antagonistic actions towards you. She was in a rough place when you had developed a connection with her. So you wept in your boss’s, or rather, your best confidantes arms. You wept.

Scrooge, however, did not.

Can you do yandere triplets x reader?

Yandere Huey, Dewey, & Louie Duck (Team-Up, Romantic Scenario - "Crunch Time")

TW: Implied Kidnapping, Delusional Mindsets.

A.N. - I feel like having all three of these boys obsessed with you would just be utter chaos. All the time.

Hearing someone clear their throat, you hesitantly turned your head to see a vexed Huey standing at the end of the sofa closest to the entrance. The neurotic duckling was tapping his foot on the floor impatiently and looking back and forth between Louie and you, his eyes narrowed and arms crossed. Upon noticing the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook clutched to his chest, you immediately understood the motive for his unhappiness. 

A deep frown settled on Huey's face as he blinked and angled his head upwards slightly, glare halting on his youngest brother. "Why is the TV still on?" 

Louie merely shrugged and removed a hand from his pocket to place an arm around your shoulder, gaze never leaving the television. "Mmm, 'cause I still got five minutes?"

The older triplet's eye twitched as he tilted his head and leaned forward, a strained smile beginning to stretch from ear to ear. You looked down at Louie's hand as he grabbed a fistful of your shirt, his grip tightening.

"Actually, your session ended five minutes ago. Five minutes and twenty-three and a half seconds ago to be exact."

The lackadaisical duckling abruptly tugged you closer to him and rested his head on yours, smiling smugly. "Huh, guess my watch is a little slow." It was a warning for Huey to get off his case, but the neurotic duckling was nothing if not persistent. 

He raised his beloved guidebook to his mouth and sunk his teeth into its spine, pulling both sides of the book in opposite directions before lowering it and shouting, "You don't have a watch!"

His hands were trembling, and his gaze shifted to you, silently demanding that you take his side. Louie had long since made it a habit to dance around the truth and purposefully elicit this type of reaction from his eldest brother, but you knew better than to play favourites. The last time you attempted to manipulate your way to freedom Louie had sniffed out your scheme instantly and sparked a nasty confrontation. 

Pursuing your new strategy of flying under the radar, you kept your mouth shut and returned your focus to the television. Huey, infuriated by your rejection, marched in front of the two of you and obstructed your view. "It's my turn now, Louie. You got the exact amount of time we agreed to, plus an extra five minutes and twenty-three and a half seconds."

 Louie finally met his brother's gaze and simply offered a lazy smile. "Yeah, but," he countered, kicking his feet up and sinking further into the sofa, "I had to listen to Scrooge eat breakfast for most of it, so that earns me another half-hour at least."

Huey bit into his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook again, breathing quickening as his face began to turn a bright, cherry red. "That's not how math works," he screamed before raising a hand and pointing the tips of his fingers in the direction of the dining room, a hint of confusion entering his wrathful visage. "Also, that doesn't even make sense. Scrooge ate lunch, like, an hour ago." 

Louie's face crumpled in disgust as if he had been scarred for life. "He came back for seconds." 

You wriggled your shoulder and realized how limp the lackadaisical triplet's grip had become. Your prolonged inaction must have been paying off. 

Huey shot his younger brother a flabbergasted look, momentarily forgetting his anger, before sighing and glowering at him. "I don't have time for this."

With the speed of a snail, you began to lean away and scoot in the opposite direction. 

The youngest triplet stared up at his eldest brother with half-lidded eyes and asked in a mocking tone, "Whatever do you mean, Hue?" His jeering smile reignited the neurotic triplet's fury, and Huey reared his head back, rapidly flapping his hands. Louie's fingers were gradually slipping from your shoulder one digit at a time and the autonomy you had been stripped of was in sight. 

You started to rise from the cushion. 

"That's it!"

All at once, you were yanked to your feet and the lackadaisical triplet raked his fingers down your other arm in a frantic attempt to secure a hold on you. 

As searing pain shot up your limb like a bullet, Louie managed to snatch your hand, but Huey promptly grabbed it and jerked the two of you apart. "We're going up to our bedroom, and I'm locking the door!" 

The eldest triplet stormed around the sofa and headed for the entrance, pulling you along behind him. His younger brother gawked at the proclamation, a glint of desperation permeating his eyes.

Louie scrambled to his feet and seized your hand once again, tugging you backwards and digging his heels into the rug. "Wait," he begged, wincing at the seething glare his older brother shot him from over his shoulder, "you promised we could at least be in the same room together!" 

Huey came to a halt and whirled around to face him, bellowing out a deranged laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry. Rule breakers don't get benefits." Eyes widening and pupils shrinking to uneven sizes, he stomped towards his lackadaisical sibling. "They get penalties." 

Louie gulped and quivered but stood his ground as Huey smiled triumphantly. "Enjoy one week of withdrawal!" 

The youngest triplet's face twisted in horror, and he lunged forward to hug your arm, falling to his knees and dragging his feet behind him. "No! You can't do that! That's not fair!" 

The neurotic duckling scowled at his actions and released you, marching past to work on prying his brother off. "Oh, so now you suddenly care about the rules?"

A life spent cutting corners and taking the easy way out had left Louie with minimal stamina and endurance, and Huey was gradually overpowering him.

 "I'm sorry, okay? I won't keep them overtime anymore, I swear! Just take back the withdrawal!" 

Feeling the lackadaisical triplet's grip slipping, you began to creep towards the entrance. 

"Are you sorry for the five minutes and twenty-three and a half seconds of 'Huey Junior Woodchuck Guidebook' time you stole from me?" 

Louie's hand was sliding down your arm as you continued to slink further away, while the eldest triplet was pulling him in the opposite direction. His hold on you was almost completely gone, only a few stubborn fingers remaining intertwined with yours. 

"Would you let that go already? I said I was sorry!"

It took a final tug on your part, but you managed to free yourself and discreetly take a step back, allowing the two to zero in on each other.

Huey stood over Louie, who was crouching awkwardly on the floor. The eldest triplet narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, grinding his teeth and growling lowly. The lackadaisical duckling raised his hands in front of his face and peeked at his older brother through them with apprehension. 

"Do you want me to go get the sibling calendar and show you exactly when your time ended," quizzed Huey before adding in a much louder, angrier tone, "because I will!" 

Deciding this was your prime opportunity, you turned and crept into the hallway with all the decorum of a field mouse. Hearing the two began to roughhouse, you entitled yourself to a bit of slack and hastened your pace through the corridor. All was going well until two figures rounded the corner at the end of the hall, and you immediately recognized them as Dewey and Webby. 

They were chatting excitedly about their most recent adventure but fell deathly silent at the sight of you.

While Webby stared at you in horror as if you were ruining a plan that the two of you had devised together, Dewey nearly combusted on the spot. He gasped audibly and pressed his hands against his cheeks, pupils dilating exponentially. Before you had time to so much as blink, he was sprinting down the corridor with open arms and tackled you to the floor in a full-body hug. 

"You were looking for me, weren't you? I was looking for you too!" The spirited duckling spoke with a voice as light as a feather, letting out an airy giggle as he pressed his face against the crook of your neck. Dewey had always been the more innocent of the triplets, viewing your time at McDuck Manor as little more than one big, never-ending playdate. 

Despite his brothers' oppressive behaviour and even your insistence at times, he failed to grasp the notion that you were more akin to a prisoner than a playmate and used to have a life outside of them and the mansion. His apparent naivety made him the easiest to manipulate, but exploiting that was like taking a stroll through a minefield when the other triplets were nearby.

"Guess what I did today! Ah, nevermind, I can't wait! Webby and I went on an adventure with Uncle Scrooge, and we-" The spirited duckling raved about his latest journey incessantly, placing his hands on either side of your head to prop himself up. He was positively brimming with vitality as he sat back, positioning himself in your lap and waving his arms around in various gestures like a child bragging to their parent about what they did at school that day. 

Webby hastily approached from behind and paused next to Dewey, glancing back and forth between him and you with worry and wondering whether to intervene or not. The rambunctious duckling had recognized the triplets' collective obsession before even you did, but with the brothers constantly assuring her that nothing questionable was transpiring and no one else in the household batting an eye at the rather peculiar dynamic, she had become hesitant to assist you in any way.

Huey and Louie tumbled through the entrance to the living room and into the corridor, landing in a pile on the floor. The youngest triplet's face was almost completely obstructed by his hood, while the eldest triplet's hat was on the verge of falling off. Louie had ahold of his brother's leg, who was clasping the back of his hoodie and frantically yanking him in all directions. 

The Junior Woodchuck Guidebook was clutched in Huey's mouth, leaving the neurotic duckling to mutter muffled grievances as his lackadaisical sibling pleaded with him to rescind his previous punishment. 

Dewey looked up at them and fell silent, his euphoria rapidly fading and being replaced with concern and confusion. 

You met Webby's gaze, and she stared at you uncertainly before her eyes widened. She gasped quietly and stepped closer to Dewey, whispering something about Huey's sibling calendar. The spirited duckling's happiness returned in an instant. "Huey, you didn't tell me today was a freebie!"

The neurotic triplet finally detached his lackadaisical sibling from his leg and slowly stood up with his guidebook in hand, eyeing his younger brother with a mixture of frustration and perplexity. "That's because it isn't." 

Louie was lying on his back and staring at the ceiling with a look of begrudgingly admitted defeat, but he turned his head to glower at the sight of his older brother effectively cuddling you. "I don't recall inviting you to 'Louie TV' time, Dewford." 

Dewey was taken aback by his hostility, and Huey immediately turned to glare down at him with clenched fists. "Have you listened to a word I've said," the eldest triplet cried out, flapping his arms, "'Louie TV' time is over! It's been over for several minutes! Besides, we're not even in the living room anymore!" 

Louie grumbled and rolled his eyes, looking off to the side dismissively. 

The spirited triplet leaned back, gaze shifting from one brother to another. "Did I miss something?"

You tilted and lifted your head slightly to peek past Dewey, glancing up at the duckling to ensure that he was still distracted by his siblings' squabble, and plotted how far the front door was from your current position. It was only a couple of hallways straight ahead before you would spill into the foyer, the extravagant door could simply be pushed open, and no one in the mansion except for those who surrounded you would present an obstacle. 

Louie was not a threat as long as you kept him at a distance, and his poor fitness would take care of that for you. 

Huey's rage provided him with a surplus of energy but getting an ample headstart would most likely put him out of the equation. 

Dewey was easily the most athletic and agile of the triplets and needed to be impeded somehow, which spurred you to look at Webby. 

The rambunctious duckling was already staring at you with a conflicted visage, having caught on to your line of thinking. 

You doubted that she would go so far as to tackle and restrain Dewey, but you trusted her to not rat you out either.

As the two of you looked into each other's eyes, you recalled a certain move you had witnessed Webby use on the spirited triplet many times during survival or fighting games. Every so slowly, you returned your attention to Dewey and began to tuck in your legs. 

Huey crossed his arms and stared down at Louie in disapproval, shaking his head. "Don't worry about Louie, Dewey. He's just mad because he's actually having to face the consequences of his actions for once." 

The lackadaisical triplet yanked the strings of his hoodie in opposite directions, leaving only his beak visible, before stuffing his hands in his pockets and turning away. 

Dewey furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth slightly, flashing you a brief smile when he felt you grip his wrists. "What hap-"

You suddenly slammed your foot against his stomach and flipped him over your head, sending him roughly crashing onto the floor behind you. 

Louie immediately peeked over his shoulder before scrambling to his feet with a gobsmacked expression, while Huey gawked at the sight. 

Webby scurried out of the way as you hastily jumped up and began sprinting down the corridor, watching you with a mixture of sorrow and hope.

Heart pounding and legs quaking, you rounded the first corner. All sorts of elegant paintings and sculptures lined the walls, but your eyes never left the end of the hallway. Every tandem of focus was wholly devoted to your next step, but as the frantic and enraged cries of the triplets roared from behind like a tidal wave, a sprinkle of self-doubt and terror began to infect your mind. 

Your speed was coming into question and the hallways only seemed to grow longer with each breath while the debilitating parasite of diffidence dug deeper into your psyche. As you swore you felt a hand graze the back of your shirt, the image of the front door came into view and with it, a renewed sense of determination. Pumping every bit of strength left into your legs, you raised your hands and pointed your palms at the entrance. 

Angling your body forward, you careened into the front door like a wrecking ball, bursting it open and landing on the porch. The concrete slapped your stomach harshly, and your elbows roughly skidded across it, but you used your arms to break your fall and protect your head.

"Curse me kilts!" 

The moment the Scottish accent registered in your disoriented mind, a wide smile appeared on your face before being replaced with a look of exhaustion. You lifted your head to see Scrooge McDuck staring at you with a box of treasure in his hands, eyes wide. He was your new trump card. 

The wealthy duck noticed your skinned elbows and weary visage and quickly set the box on the ground, concern entering his gaze. "That was quite a nasty fall there. What's your hurry," he asked, offering a kind smile as he extended a hand to you. 

You reached out to take it and opened your mouth to ask for salvation when someone suddenly tripped over your legs and collapsed on top of you. Letting out a grunt, you peered over your shoulder and saw a frantic and confused Dewey. 

Huey and Louie emerged soon after, the former only a hair's breadth away from a nervous breakdown, while the latter was panting and seething. 

Your face twisted in desperation, and you turned to beg Scrooge to pull you to your feet. To your horror, he was retracting his hand and reaching for the box of spoils from his latest adventure.

"Ah, it's one of you kids' 'games'. Sorry to interrupt." The old duck tipped his hat at the four of you and lifted the loot into his arms. 

When he began to step around you, a spark of adrenaline surged through your veins and prompted you to grab a fistful of his red coat. "Mr. McDuck, I've been here for almost a week. My parents are worried sick, and I need to go home now." 

Scrooge stared at you as if you had slapped him before an uneasy smile gradually expanded on his weathered face. He started to agree, but Louie interrupted him. 

"Ignore that, Uncle Scrooge. They're just being dramatic because they lost the game." The lackadaisical triplet dismissed your pleading with a chuckle and a wave of his hand while Huey and Dewey brought you to your feet and kept a firm grasp on your arms. 

Knowing your chance was slipping through your fingers, you looked Scrooge in the eyes and said, "My parents called me earlier and told me to come home." The triplets had confiscated your phone days ago, but they were not about to admit that to their uncle.

It was the perfect trap, and Louie's silver tongue was unable to counter in time.

The wealthy waterfowl nodded in understanding and entered his mansion, balancing the box in one hand and holding the front door open with the other. He looked back at the four of you expectantly, and the triplets reluctantly released you and stepped aside. They stayed on your heels once inside, and when Dewey tried to hold your hand, you scurried closer to Scrooge. 

The old duck shot you a small smile, although it felt a bit strained, and the faraway look in his eyes suggested that he was contemplating something significant. Scrooge paused at the beginning of the stairs and looked at you with an odd glint in his eye. "I'm just going to hand this off to Beakley. Then I'll give Launchpad a quick call. You kids can wait here." 

His expression and tone betrayed nothing, but you could not shake the feeling that he was subtly asking if you approved of his plan. 

Every moment spent alone with the triplets was a gamble you did not want to take, but before you were able to voice your objections, arms wrapped around you from behind and pulled you into an unwanted embrace.

Dewey's cries echoed in the foyer as he clung to you, tears brimming in his wild, wide eyes and cascading down his cheeks like his own personal waterfall. He was beseeching you to stay, but your resolve never crumbled for even a moment. 

As Huey staggered to your side, gnawing on the spine of his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook like it was his favourite delicacy, Scrooge squinted warily and hastily ascended the stairs. 

Louie was the last to approach you, his expression one of frustration and fear. He dug his hands into his pockets and scowled at the floor, breathing frantically. "You're coming back, right?" 

Huey, twitching and fidgeting, lowered the book and shot his youngest brother an incredulous look before blurting out, "Of course they are! They need us!" The neurotic triplet tilted his head and laughed hysterically, a deranged smile stretching from ear to ear. "We take better care of them than anyone else could ever dream of!" He began to recite rules from the guidebook and mutter gibberish, rocking back and forth on his heels.

As you impatiently awaited Scrooge's return, the triplets encircled you and implored you to reconsider in various forms. Dewey's pleading was nearly incomprehensible due to his sobbing, Louie attempted to bribe you with everything he could think of, and Huey ranted about how no one in the outside world was capable of protecting you as well as he could. 

You did your best to ignore them.

When Scrooge finally emerged from the top of the stairs, you were on the cusp of racing forward and hugging him, for two of the triplets immediately fell silent and backed away at his presence. 

Dewey continued to weep, and his grip did not slacken in the slightest. 

The wealthy waterfowl descended from the elegant steps and began to guide you to the front door, sporting a deadly serious expression. He gently removed his great-nephew before stepping outside with you and shutting the door, ensuring that his next words would be private. 

"Beakley told me everything." His voice was low, and his gaze settled on the horizon. "Webbigail informed her of my great-nephews'-" he paused, struggling to find the right phrase, "-abnormal admiration for you."

The old duck observed Duckburg in silence for a while before sighing and turning to face you. "I can't guarantee that this'll be the end of it. If those three inherited anything from their mother, it was her stubbornness." Scrooge glanced at the door with narrowed eyes, knowing that the triplets were most likely pressed against it and trying to hear as much of the conversation as possible.

"Still, I'll do my best to keep a rein on them." He peered towards the gates of his property, spotting Launchpad's limousine cruising up the driveway and steadily nearing the mansion. 

You watched the approaching vehicle in silence, only desiring home. 

Scrooge leaned against his cane and turned his head to smile weakly at you, having too much on his mind to offer anything more. "If you'd like a wee vacation from Clan McDuck, I'd understand." You merely nodded, whether in appreciation or simple acknowledgement, Scrooge was not certain. He decided to stop talking regardless. 

As Launchpad pulled up and got out to hold the door open for you, the wealthy duck quietly bid you goodbye.

His troubled gaze followed the limousine until it reached the gates and disappeared behind the wall. Then, his countenance collapsed into a foul scowl, and he spun around, throwing the front door open. As the old duck expected, the triplets fell onto the porch in a pile, gasping and grunting in surprise. 

Huey recovered first and looked up only to come face to face with his great-uncle's seething visage. "Kids. In my office. Now."

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IVE BEEN WAITING FOR RQ!!!! could i get main 4 of hxh having a crush headcanons?

Leorio is an open book, as expected when he has feelings he’s straight forward and can be a bit of a flirt at times. His way of flirting being more dorky and cheesy, but you’d have to be a special kinda oblivious not to get his advances. Though despite this confidence he seems to have, he can never actually ask you out on a date, just calling you the love of his life, or tell you how attractive you are. All that, and a date seems like too much? Regardless, he isn’t just there for the looks. He shows he truly cares about you with his protectiveness and overall selflessness when it comes to you.

Kurapika is unsure how to approach you, he’s never liked anyone before so naturally he’s a bit lost. In fact, he doesn’t even understand his feelings for awhile. Misplaces it as just feeling a strong connection with you, that you and him have a stronger friendship than most do. Leorio has to snap him out of that, and explain he’s feeling romantic attraction. Once this becomes clear to him, he’s a bit of an awkward mess around you, fumbling with his words and getting a bit red in the face, acting almost shy, as he can never look you in the eyes. It’s almost painful to watch.

Gon is also like a open book, and is a pretty simple guy. He doesn’t have a full grasp on romantic feelings, so he isn’t able to recognize what he feels, even if he feels it so strongly, all he knows is he feels a deep connection. Something much different than what he feels with Killua, an odd sensation. Like a reason to wake up everyday. It eventually becomes clear (because of leorio) that he likes you. It surprises him, romance has never been much of a focus in his life and yet he’s fallen for you! He’s not sure what to do for awhile, but he’d eventually confess with some flowers and would be straight forward, albeit a bit nervous and may fumble a bit.

Killua isn’t dumb, but is also not used to romance. Given that he’s young and hasn’t been around too many people in his life where he can form good bonds with. It’s safe to say he’s never liked anyone before so it takes him awhile to place what he’s feeling for you, but he’s able to figure it out on his own. He’s not sure what to do about it though, the boy has some insecurities and may feel like maybe you deserve somebody better. He does however confess thanks to Gon. Upon knowing his feelings for you he’s a lot more blushy, and teases you a lot more, he’s also 10x more protective but other than that still himself.