#onaf x reader

He's very aloof and oblivious to romance. All he knows is that you're pretty much best-best friends, now with more hand holding!

He's much, much more protective of you, showing anyone he deems a threat his eldritch face when you're not looking.

Being very touch starved and alone throughout his immortal life, any sort of physical attention has him melt. Sometimes, literally. No worries, he's alright.

As mentioned before, he likes holding your hand. Feeling his goofy little hand in your gentle grasp has the egg blushing.

...How the fu—

As cute as it might be when you're together, when you must part is the part you must dread. Looking at the egg grabbing your leg and looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes just breaks your heart. He wants you to stay with him! Why must you leave so soon? D:>

As strange as it might be, seeing you defend your relationship with him rather aggressively seriously flatters him. He clings to your arm as you go off on the offender with sparkling eyes of awe.

He gets jealous very, very easily. If he sees someone else making you laugh, or getting too touchy is when he draws the line. Often frowning at them.

Oop I went a bit overboard but hey, that's what we do around here :^)

Big spoilers for all of ONAF 3

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"You've got to be kidding me. Is this a joke?!"

"It's no yolk! There's danger everywhere out there!"

"You lied to me!" Turning around, you scowled at the large egg entity, feeling utterly betrayed by his promise. "You said I can go home...but I have NO home to go to!! I can't survive out there!" You gestured to the apocalyptic scene outside.

"You could if you tried." He chuckled. "I mean it's what you wanted, right? To be set free? This is no different from the other times I let you go."

"But this is.....! Ugh, what is wrong with you?" You groaned. "First you killed all your friends just because I was smarter than you-"

"Oh don't worry, they're just plot devices to me."

"...don't know what that means, but second I know the world can't be like this. You just made it look that way so I'd stay here forever. I'm not buying it."

"You know what, fine." Flumpty huffed, deciding to get serious as he put his hands on his hips(?) and tapped his foot. The exit door slammed shut. "I like bad endings, but I just-so-happen to also like good endings, so here's the deal: I reset the night and we crank the difficulty up to hard....boiled. If you survive, I'll let you go and everything will be normal."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm an egg of my word! Now let's begin!"

With the snap of his fingers, you were teleported back into the office, plopping down into the same chair you've sat in for six hours. You could feel the heat of the furnace warming your skin and sighed, checking the monitor.

Sure enough everyone was alive, well, and of course ready to kill you.

You really didn't wanna go through this again, but unfortunately Flumpty had more power over you. In his world, "three times the charm" didn't exist, so you were stuck playing his twisted game for the fourth time now.

Nevertheless, you were determined to win your freedom. No matter how many nights you spent in this hellish place.

"Alright, let's do this the hard-boiled way...........god it's less funny when I say it."

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Hi!! Sorry for not including any of the Flumpty clones or Golden Flumpty. I couldn’t think of anything for them :(

FLUMPTY BUMPTY:

-He was very, very prepared. Flumpty started the day by slowly shaking you awake. His innocent face smiling at your groggy awakening.

-“Good morning, my love…~” He cooed, rubbing your hand lovingly as he waited for you to wake up.

-“Huh— Whuh—“ *Insert you tiredly smacking your lips as you gather yourself up*

-He happily began the day with breakfast in bed, (toast with jam spread on it in the shape of a heart, hashbrowns and a salad with heart-shaped cherry tomatoes) and recited a poem dedicated to you

-Of course, everything had to be perfect for his beloved. At the snap of a finger, he had to immediately commence the next part of his planned day.

-He even wore a bow tie for you… Ain’t that sweet?

-Flumpty would never admit this, but he had this special day planned for the both of you.

-It’s all so corny and cheesy, and he knew this. That was the charm of all of it, y’know?

-Everything goes well in his favour, of course.

-He’s such a sweet egg. If you were to reward him for his hard work with a kiss to the forehead, or cheek..

-Oh, he’ll fry…

GRUNKFUSS THE CLOWN

-SO. UNPREPARED.

-He had completely lost track of time!!!

-Grunkfuss immediately scrapped up whatever he could for you, eventually caving in and going to ask for the other’s help.

-You, on the other hand… You already had something prepared for this shy clown.

-With very eager help from Beavowl, you whipped up some chocolates to give to Grunkfuss.

-With the two of you, your teamwork seriously helped with the presentation of these chocolates. They looked bomb, definitely something to be proud of.

-With very careful wrapping and whatnot, you deliver them to the door of his room with a handwritten note.

-Of course, Grunkfuss had been freaking the fuck out in the corner. Flumpty had been desperately trying to console him through this ordeal.

-The gentle knocking of your knuckles rapping against the frame of the door eventually stopped his fretting, and he crawled over to retrieve what you had left him.

-Oh how he trembled from the sheer joy he felt..

-He screamed into his hands, sounding like a fangirling little girl.

-Thing is, Grunkfuss didn’t even try the chocolates. He was far too busy ordering a display case for them.

-Beavowl complained about it, going on and on about how long you two (three…?) spent preparing them.

-Grunkfuss barked back yapping on about how a treasure such as this should be stored and preserved.

-…What the fuck Grunkfuss

BIRTHDAY BOY BLAM:

-Kevin Jr. greeted you when you came over, actually.

-“Good afternoon, my dear.” He bowed to you as a greeting.

-“Hello—“

-You prepared something for him, too. A brand new hat, a nice picnic.. You even dressed up nicely yourself.

-You two had to battle in order to choose which one would lead the day.

-After a small kiss on his forehead, he finally succumbed and went on with the picnic in a lovely park.

-You two had a wonderful time. You laughed, loved, and just enjoyed each other’s company.

-Blam had lost himself in you a few times, often staring at you lovingly.

-You two found a branch to sit on, and so there you sat. Hand in hand, enjoying the rest of your picnic.

-It was then that your heart skipped a beat when he leaned over to sweetly kiss your cheek.

-You covered his face with small kisses after that.

BEAVOWL THE…… THING.

-They were very much prepared, surprising you with a lovely song.

-It was very out-of-character for them, you really didn’t see them as a singer. Hearing the two harmonize sounded absolutely lovely to your ears. How they held your hands and spun you while the rest of the gang played all sorts of instruments to make this mix-and-match serenade smooth you over.

-You wouldn’t imagine the relief they felt when you expressed just how much you loved the performance. Beavowl was a bit of a perfectionist, all coming from the owl of course.

-The gang was spared of having their throats ripped out for playing correctly. Those weeks of the Beavowl waving around that knife in their faces paid off.

-Poor, poor Redman. He’s trying his best ok :(

-“How was the performance, my lovely?” They pulled you close to themself, looking into your eyes lovingly.

-“It was amazing, love..” You smile and kiss their cheek, chuckling as you see them stumble over their words and completely break their façade.

-They were just trying to be fancy an romantic…

THE REDMAN

-The dude emerges from the campfire and immediately went on a search for you. He mumbled and chirred, his little feet clacking against the ground as he searched.

-Now immediately spotting you, his pupils grow in size as he comes charging in your direction, his little arms out for a hug. His churrs got louder and gaining in pitch.

-He’s going to absolutely smother you today. Even someone like him knows just how special this day is.

-The Redman absolutely clings to you for the entire day, staying within close proximity if you had to do something like go to the bathroom.

-He usually paws and screeches at the door, desperate for your attention. Separation anxiety much?

-He takes naps on you for the day, often resting his skull in the crook of your neck. Yes, he is uncomfortably warm.

-He’s very upset that he can’t kiss you, though quickly grows to a boiling point if you were to kiss his little skull.

His crush on you was very obvious, so you just asked him straight from the gitgo.

Oh, how red he turned..

He stammered and stumbled across his words, his hat fell off and onto the floor.

Once everything was out and in the open, he was less afraid to approach you.

While he sits at the fireplace, he’ll patiently wait for you to sit with him. When you do, he is all over you.

Since he’s so tiny, he’ll sit himself in your lap and lay his head on your chest. The boxy little guy is a tad uncomfy, his square self on your very soft self.. but you wouldn’t tell him.

He likes to tell you about his day while resting with you and the warmth of the fireplace.

Blam sometimes just falls asleep..

A bit of a worrybug. If you get hurt in his presence, he’s in a little doctor coat and stethoscope, a first aid kit and is already starting to patch you up.

Your relationship dynamic is the whole: “He asked for no pickles.” Type deal.

He unironically calls you by some extremely weird nickname. M’they’dy, M’sir, M’lady..

(Sorry for being dead for a little bit! This is merely self-indulgence at this point lmfaoooo)

-You loved music. You loved music so much.

-You considered yourself a jack of all trades when it came to instruments. You could play so many so well.

-It was a surprise when Flumpty walked in on you absolutely shredding the guitar. The egg stood there in awe, staring at your quick fretwork.

-Mid-shred, you open your eyes to quickly navigate yourself on the fretboard. Though you quickly became distracted as Flumpty was now sitting in front of you, watching you play intently.

-Almost immediately, you mess up.

-“Way to go, champ! You were rocking!” Flumpty said with encouraging tone, he didn’t seem to mind that you messed up.

-He had a ton of follow-up questions, actually.

-“What song was that? Why didn’t you tell me you could play guitar? Did you write that song? What else can you play? Play more, play more!”

-“I play other instruments too—”

-“You DO!?”

-He’s overjoyed to return back to the mortal world, to your sanctuary of instruments.

-Flumpty is okay at piano. He can play very simple songs, and make his own little piano solos though nothing else.

-He would be overjoyed if you helped him learn more about piano.

-Sometimes will leave instruments scattered around the cabin for you to play. They won’t even be subtly placed, you can find even the most impractical instruments smack in the middle of a room.

-He likes it when you play ragtime on piano. Makes the little egg dance.

-He’s also very fond of soft fingerstyling on the guitar. It makes him sleepy. Sometimes, he’ll lean on you while listening to you play.

—

As your fingers work away at the guitar, Flumpty can’t help but sway left and right to the sweet melody. You found it adorable how he lost himself so easily.

After a little bit, and you switching songs of course, you could see Flumpty slowly fighting consciousness. He struggled to keep his eyes open, though eventually gave in. A minute passes and he’s out like a light.

You stop playing and gently put down your guitar, going to scoop up your egg boyfriend. You held him in your lap, calloused fingers softly caressing his shell. If he were awake, he would have loved every moment of this.

You reside yourself near the heat of the furnace, staying comfortably warm with him in your arms.

-They are a little grumpy, (coming from the Beaver’s side of course) but would never show any attitude to you.

-Even before you two were dating, you always stayed on their good side. Hell, even in arguments he doesn’t show any attitude.

-Definitely has a soft spot for you.

-In private, Beavowl is extremely cuddly. The one thing they look forward to as the day slips away is being in your arms. How they chitter so happily…

-Surprisingly, he really loves music. All sorts of genres, if you showed him anything new he would most certainly love it. Any song recommendations you throw in his direction are always bangers in his eyes.

-Lowkey a great singer too, but he won’t tell you he sings..

-Sometimes, he needs to be comforted due to the fact that he’s an abomination to everyone. That he’s a freak of nature.. He just wants things to be normal again.

-A lot of this happens in bed while you’re holding him, sometimes he cries into your shoulder.

-He doesn’t get to talk about this stuff often, you know? Just hold him and hear him out, it’s all he wants.

-Your hand gently petting the wiry fur on his back and head is extremely comforting to him. Hence why it’s his favorite part of the day..

-Treat him nicely, ok?

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Beavowl displayed a series of noises, ranging from chittering to squawking. His claws gripped at your shirt, his face buried into your shoulder. He laid with you.

You were aware of how ugly his crying was, but you knew he couldn’t help it. There was nothing he could do.

“You didn’t deserve this. No matter what anyone tells you.” You whisper to him softly, hearing his cries getting louder. Though, they weren’t from distress.

He was glad.

He was so glad.