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Movie Night-Lampert x Kasper x M!Reader Lampert x Robotics Reader

Folly x Reader HeadCannons

Folly Headcannons! MR x Reader HeadCannons Banhammer x Reader HeadCannons

Bive x Reader HeadCannons

ough its been so long since i played i had to do a review session. Heres hc about that little two faces shit, I mean your pookie <3

☆⤍STAT x Reader Headcannons⤌☆

☆⤍ You started out as a lab assistant, Someone meant to be temporary. STAT didn't mean to get attached. Yet here you stood. Present as ever in her life.

hey so IM NOT DEAD!!! for my pookies im gonna start working on these... I swear.

☆⤍Lampert X Robotics Reader⤌☆

It was so very late when Lampert showed up at your doorstep, rapidly knocking and only stopping when you wrenched it open. If it had been anyone else—anyone but him—you’d have been tempted to slam it right back in their face; but oh, this might have been the most vulnerable you’d seen Lampert in a long time. And it just broke your heart.

His lampshade was crooked at an odd angle and his light kept flickering on and off and on. His tail flicked back and forth in the most agitated way. Even though the look on his face read like he was about ready to kill the next person who sneezed near him, the way he ever so slightly shook in your doorway betrayed him.

“Please—some idiot wasn’t watching where they were going and I got shoved—my light won’t. Stop. Flickering.” Each word dragged like it was painful, and it very well might be. Lampert had suffered from migraines in the past, and even though you were more well-versed in the robotics side of his being, surely a constantly flashing light wasn’t helping. “Shit—well, get in here. Quick, on my workbench—” You stood out of Lampert’s way, rushing him in and clearing away whatever scrap project was left on your bench. Loud bangs and clattering sounds made Lampert wince, but you’d dwell on that and feel bad later; right now Lampert needed help and you’d be the one to do it. When he struggled to hop onto the bench, you reached out to help him. Grabbing Lampert just above his hips, you lifted him up before turning to grab a few tools. “What exactly feels wrong? Is it your wiring? The connections?”

The silence that followed was deafening, and you worried something had seriously gone wrong. If only you had turned around to see the way Lampert was looking at you—he had almost forgotten the predicament he was in. Standing in an old top and shorts, clearly you had been up late working on something, with tools scattered everywhere. How nice it would be to spend the day helping you clean and find a better way to keep the space tidy.

All of a sudden you were standing in front of him, your face full of worry, holding a pair of smoldering tweezers and a screwdriver. “Fuck, Lampert, are you ok? You went so quiet and—” “I’m fine. I—I know it’s the wiring. Just at the base of my neck.” He tilted up the lampshade ever so slightly, letting you see the flickering lightbulb underneath; undamaged, thank god. A few wires strayed at the base of his neck, one snapped entirely. It must have caught on his lampshade when he was shoved. Every so often a spark of electricity—the very energy that powered Lampert’s being—jumped from the exposed wire. “Yeah… I see it. Just… okay, I’m gonna need another bit of wire so I can re-twist and extend…” You had crept so unbelievably close to him, Lampert was almost grateful for the irritating flickering of the light. It hid the way his face flushed with embarrassment at how nice it felt having you practically on top of him.

You pulled back with a sigh, rummaging through a few bins and containers. “Got a color preference?” you asked, lightly chuckling as you held up a few different wires. “Red.” Red would be fine, Lampert thought. Anything would be fine as long as it was from you. He trusted so few as much as he trusted you in this moment.

You set aside the other wires, gently twisting the copper so it would blend just right with Lampert’s. You gave a small, awkward cough, gesturing to his lampshade again. “Just lift it a little so I can see… and make sure your, um, light is off while I do this.” “Right, right—don’t electrocute yourself, please.” “Zero promises!” A small, breathy laugh escaped you as you leaned over Lampert, his ‘head’ tilted back to give you a better view of the wiring. Your hands quickly found their way onto the one exposed wire… slowly and ever so gently you twisted and braided the copper together. It was an art, and you took the utmost care to make it beautiful. Just like the man underneath you at the moment.

It was an easy fix, and normally Lampert would have been annoyed he hadn’t handled it himself—but the way your hands felt on the wiring, how your body pressed so close to his, was distracting in the most comforting way. He could feel the circuit close, the flickering stop, and the lights finally shut off. What a relief it was. He sighed softly, a wave of calm washing over him. Calm, and exhaustion. Like he could finally rest after being in constant motion for what seemed like hours. You panicked when he practically slumped forward, murmuring, “Thank you, dear—thank you.”

You laughed, so happy you were able to help, happy to have Lampert here with you. You gently patted his back, still smiling, before slowly pulling back to look into his ever-so-tired eyes. “What do you think about staying the night? I just washed all my bedsheets so—”

OFC OFC sorry for how long this took pookie.

☆⤍Mach x Reader Headcannons⤌☆

☆⤍ You met Mach through Pilby. You fell first, but Mach? She fell harder.

☆⤍ She doesn’t experience many emotions, but you? You light her up. You send her spiraling down a rabbit hole of feelings she can’t quite describe—but does she even need to?

☆⤍ Mach was new to dating, but she’s nothing if not straightforward. Nothing has ever stopped her from getting what she wants before.

☆⤍ Of course she wasn’t nervous. But you’re pretty sure you saw relief flood her face when you confessed you felt the same.

☆⤍ Her dates are out of this world—literally. New planets, the fanciest restaurants, breathtaking forests with perfect picnic setups. Every detail is flawless.

☆⤍ Surprising her is nearly impossible, but with a lot of planning—and a little help—you managed to pull off a romantic date in her office, waiting for her return. She was shocked and overjoyed. “How clever my lover is.”

☆⤍ Mach struggles to express her emotions and even more to understand yours. Be patient with her.

☆⤍ She would never intentionally scare you, but sometimes she’s intimidating by nature.

☆⤍ Her protective side is crystal clear. Elevators mysteriously skip WALL OF or HALL OF floors when you're on board. Everyone else thinks you’re a good luck charm. Yay?

☆⤍ Her favorite place to keep you is in her lap while she’s in the office—whether she’s reviewing pointless papers or just looking down at you.

☆⤍ Mach has a staring problem, and it’s impossible not to notice. Entering her office with other people gets uncomfortable real fast—for them, at least.

☆⤍ She’d love to keep you by her side all the time, but she respects the importance of personal space. Not her fault the elevator keeps “coincidentally” stopping at the OFFCIE OF.

☆⤍ GOD HELP anyone who messes with a single hair on your head. When Mach is done, it takes weeks for the bystanders to recover.

☆⤍ She adores spoiling you. Anything in any world can be yours—all you have to do is ask.

☆⤍ Mach would never admit it, but she doesn’t want you meeting her family.

I would like to apologize for how long this took-

☆⤍Bive x Reader Headcannons⤌☆

☆⤍ Your dates are always at her place—her home or her house. Yours? Not safe yet, sorry.

☆⤍ She's not the best at comforting others, but she gets it. She knows better than anyone what it’s like to feel scared, alone, and sad, and she’ll do anything in her limited power to make sure you don’t feel that way.

☆⤍ Bive cannot cook to save her life, but she makes an incredible cup of coffee or tea.

☆⤍ She memorizes everything about you freakishly fast—including your schedule. "Be careful on the way to your doctor’s appointment." …you had a doctor's appointment today?

☆⤍ SHE’S PURE FUR, so she radiates heat and is ridiculously comfy to cuddle with… for a while.

☆⤍ Her fur gets itchy after a bit and is coarse to the touch. You can brush it out, but go gently—she’s tender… bodied?

☆⤍ Getting into an elevator is so much less stressful when she’s there with you, close enough to watch your back.

☆⤍ Bive is very private about her relationships. Not many people even know about the two of you, and she’d prefer to keep it that way.

☆⤍ Doing almost anything stresses her out, but she trusts you. If you’re into certain books or movies, she’ll do her best to read or watch them—with a side-eye out for clown propaganda, just in case.

☆⤍ She’s not big on physical touch, but she’ll keep you close in her own way: her tail gently wrapped around your leg, holding one of your fingers in her claws, or—on rare occasions—leaning her head on your shoulder and forgetting the world for just a second.

☆⤍ The two of you have so many silly (and serious) code phrases for everything. Need to leave somewhere ASAP? "Your uncle’s calling, dear." Hate the person who just got on the elevator? "The sun rises again… and it burns."

☆⤍ Her constant theories and musings get to you eventually. Now there are some things—like rocks—you just can’t look at the same anymore.

Thats omniums... but ok :D. All info was provided by my phighting friends and the wiki.. maybe a bit of me playing for research

☆⤍Banhammer x Reader Headcannons⤌☆

☆⤍ You neck HURTS talking to this man. Even if you're 6'0, this mountain of a man still towers over you. (6'11 according to the wiki)

☆⤍Dating Banhammer is kinda like dating you're own bully. You're not safe from his taunts Light Hearted teasing. ☆⤍Banhammer being the #1 mamas boy, his mother has to approve of you. Once she does don't even worry, you're part of the Family! ☆⤍Loves cuddling, like a lot. Just holding you gently, or resting his head on you're stomach. Just got to be careful of the horns. ☆⤍Speaking of horns! Grab them. Only way to shut him up. Just grab them and pull his big ass down to you're level. What happens after is entirely you're own fault though. ☆⤍Banhammer is bull headed. In battle or in his relationship, rarely is he ever wrong. At least in his eyes. It takes patience to deal with him. ☆⤍That being said, you're the only he will ever bend his will for.

THE ROCK?/hvyj Dw I got you its gonna be semi humanized MR. I am sorry if you wanted full Rock.

☆⤍MR x Reader Headcannons⤌☆

☆⤍ MR craves a partner with complete, unwavering devotion. They’d return it fully, but for him, it’s essential to be the sole star in someone’s sky.

☆⤍ Dates with MR are wildly varied—anything from exploring untouched realms even the Elevator can’t reach, to cozy nights at home, reading and snuggling on the couch.

☆⤍ Physically: He’s solid as rock, Literally. Not the most comfortable for cuddling, but if you’re fine with sleeping on basically ground, he’s the best snuggle buddy.

☆⤍ In his semi human form, he’s towering. Like Folly, his favorite public pastime is lurking ominously behind you, leaving bystanders unsettled.

☆⤍ He’s not fond of public spaces, though. He’ll only go if it’s absolutely necessary—or if you ask.

☆⤍ Worryingly quiet for long stretches. For a giant, walking rock, he has the footstep of a mouse, and he swears on his cursed form he doesn’t mean to scare you when he appears behind you.

☆⤍ He isn’t alive in the conventional sense, so things like eating, drinking, and breathing aren’t necessary.

☆⤍ Similar to Folly, MR likes to watch you in silence—it’s his "love language." You’ll always have his company, even if you don’t realize it until the last minute.

☆⤍ Funny note: You’re the only one allowed to lean on him in full rock form. Terrifies and baffles anyone who sees. The first time you did, he nearly poofed you home just to maintain appearances.

☆⤍ Many would kill for leverage over MR, so you’re rarely truly “alone.” To keep you safe, he stays close, in one form or another.

☆⤍ He’s open about his identity and beliefs but keeps certain… darker parts of his life hidden to spare you unnecessary worry.

☆⤍ You’ll need to be okay with 99% of elevator occupants avoiding you. Few know you’re with MR, but he’s friendly toward you, so by association, you’re bad news.

☆⤍ No one, not even you, knows the full extent of his powers. You do know he was once stronger, before… whatever happened. He doesn’t like to discuss it.

☆⤍ You’ve been unofficially uninvited from every Poob party. Sorry. MR says you shouldn’t worry about a traitor anyway.

So instead of x reader this ones gonna be more general Head Cannons about Folly! x reader can be found on my profile though

☆⤍Folly Headcannons⤌☆

☆⤍ You'll never hear or see her before she senses you. She's a people-watcher in the worst way.

☆⤍ Nothing about her is soft—not her voice, her clawed hands, or her face. Maybe her sweater is comfortable, but it feels like a thick blanket over a solid body.

☆⤍ Folly can alter her form, maybe sprout a few extra eyes to freak out someone who hates being watched—or grow just a little taller than a certain addict. (Looking at you Walter.)

☆⤍ Some how keeps the worst posture known to man in every single form. If they were mortal their spine would look a C by now.

☆⤍ She enjoys classic horror and drama. Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson, The Iliad, and The Odyssey are her favorites. Her all-time favorite poem is "Much Madness in Divinest Sense" by Emily Dickinson.

☆⤍ Her favorite tea is Blood Orange with a bit of mint.

☆⤍ She has a ridiculously strong sweet tooth. She'd eat something so sweet it could make even Poob feel sick.

☆⤍ Once, she found peace and a sense of belonging with a close friend, but those feelings have long since faded.

☆⤍ Folly would love to keep something exotic as a pet—like spiders or bats—but nothing can survive long in the Nightmare Realm. Except her, of course.

☆⤍ Loud music or too much noise pisses them off so bad. She prefers a terrified silence to screams of horror. The sight of someone too scared to speak or move? Oh, the smile it brings to her face.

☆⤍ She feeds off fear and negative emotions and could theoretically live on them alone.

☆⤍ She's chubby, with a heavy-lifter build (think WWE's Kharma—look her up she's so cool). Even without her nightmare powers, Folly could bench Walter's weight.

☆⤍ Folly doesn’t hate children, but she doesn’t like having them around. However, she'd happily teach them swear words and how to spot people's insecurities.

OFC OFC, Super excited for this one Ya'll :D -writing this as GN Reader -Keeping it very fluff!! -Written as Dating, If you'd like something else let me know!!

☆⤍Folly x Reader Headcannons⤌☆

☆⤍ In general, your relationship is a bit rocky. Luckily, you truly love Folly, but it’s difficult for a being made of nightmares to accept that someone loves them as they are. She understands, though—it just takes time. Be patient, and the moon will shine through the clouds.

☆⤍ As time goes on and Folly starts to accept your love, she finds small ways to show her own. Whether it’s keeping nightmares away and giving you calm, dreamless sleep or lurking protectively over you in public, keeping people at bay, she’s quiet about her affection—but it’s there.

☆⤍ Speaking of being in public, Folly hates PDA. She’ll stand close and stare down anyone who gets too near, but holding hands? Kissing? You’d have an easier time herding bees.

☆⤍ In private, she lets a lot more slide. She’ll let you plant kisses along her jagged face, hold her clawed hands gently, and even use her as a pillow while she watches you sleep. Her staring can be unnerving, but you know it’s filled with love. ☆⤍ Since Folly doesn’t need food or sleep, many of your dates consist of her watching you do things—cooking, cleaning, taking a nap. Folly is content to sit and stare the whole time. The normalcy is a nice balance to the terror and fear that follow her.

☆⤍ That said, she’s not ashamed of your relationship. She wouldn’t go around boasting, but if someone asked, she’d answer easily: "Yes, they're mine. Why? Are you upset that even I can find someone to love me and you can’t?"

☆⤍ Folly would love "tormenting" you with playful pranks—like hiding spiders or creepy crawlies around your home. She’d make random visits, enjoying the thrill of seeing your heart skip at her shadow. Once the fear and shock fades, You'd always offer you're her to seat and some coffee.

☆⤍ She’d snatch you up from behind out of nowhere, just picking you up for no reason other than that it’s funny as hell. Again, Seeing you scared and surprised makes Folly feel alive.

☆⤍ Folly’s powers may be limited outside her realm, but she’d be damned to hell before letting anything happen to you. Sure, she’ll mess with you, but if anyone dares to offend or harm you, their life becomes a waking nightmare. Restful sleep? Forget it.

☆⤍Movie Night⤌☆

TY TY FOR THE REQEUST Headcannons Included: Kasper being jobless nepo baby. Reader is male for this dont ask why. PRE ETSABLISHED REALSTION SHIP.

The endless sound of car horns and buzzing city street lights was common for Kasper, his apartment just a few alleys away from a busy street. But tonight, it all added to an already horrible day. First, the pizza place messed up his order, then no one was online to play Arsenal with him, and even his own cat refused to hang out. Damn Poptart and his free-roaming habits. If Kasper didn’t have two loving partners waiting for a call, he would’ve totally raged. Just as he reached for his headphones, a loud knock at the door interrupted him.

"Man—okay, I'm coming! Don't knock down my door, dudes!" The loud and rapid knocking stopped as Kasper creaked the door open.

"I wouldn’t have to knock so loud if you weren’t always wearing headphones," Lampert said, lightly rolling his eyes. You leaned over his shoulder, nodding in agreement.

"Sorry, Kaz. We wanted to surprise you! We brought food!" You grinned, holding up plastic bags filled with snacks and junk food. Lampert held up a small backpack. "And some movies to pick from—we brought your favorites too."

Kasper stood in shock for a second before throwing the door open and pulling you and Lampert into a tight group hug.

"You guys are awesome, seriously! Today was so lame," he said. Lampert, who usually scrunched up his face at hugs, just rolled his eyes and patted Kasper on the back. You chuckled, squeezing Kasper before nodding toward the door.

"Great news—we brought ice cream! So let’s head inside before it melts."

After storing the snacks and opening a few bags of chips and soda, all that was left was to pick a movie.

"I really don’t want to watch White Chicks again. The jokes weren’t even funny the first time," Lampert said.

"Dude! You just don’t appreciate classics! It’s a masterpiece!" Kasper shot back.

Their bickering over movies was almost as entertaining as the movie itself, but you were here to watch something. Shuffling through the small pile of DVDs, you held one up.

"Guys… Bee Movie?"

The two paused, looking at you with loving but judgmental expressions.

"Babe—I love you, like, a lot, but—"

"No. I refuse," Lampert interrupted. "I’d rather go to sleep right now."

You quickly raised your hands, dropping the DVD. "Okay, okay! No Bee Movie."

Lampert nodded approvingly, grabbing another DVD with cars on the cover and tossing it to Kasper.

"Take it or leave it, 'cause I’m getting tired." He yawned as he scooted over, casually leaning on you for support. His lampshade made it difficult to rest his head properly, so this would have to do. Kasper nodded, hopping over to the DVD player, popping the movie in, and then jumping into the cuddle pile with you and Lampert.