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Know It Like the Back of Your Hand

Adashino x reader x Ginko

Their hands. You've memorized every facet of it.

For someone like you, tactile touches came easily, hugs, and grazes of skin against skin like second nature to you. Whether it be because of the loving environment you’d grown up in so, so long ago, or a desperate burning need to recreate it, you’d never know. But what you knew was that you relied on it like a drug, stealing touches from Adashino and Ginko like a drug.

It wasn’t uncommon for the villagers to see you hanging off of either one’s shoulders or arms, each time received with chuckles and knowing looks, any sense of impropriety long gone with how closely you all stuck to the other. Times where you jumped out to wrap around them were attributed to the spirit half of your heritage.

But more than the actions disguised as joking hugs and your mischievous Yokai nature, was the handholding.

Something you cherished viciously, a dragon hoarding its treasure. It was almost second nature, for yours to seek out theirs whenever the moment arose. For such a simple, nondescript act, it satiated that hungry, hollowed-out part of you. And it was like the men knew, offering their own hands for you to latch on, gorging and gorging yourself on the delicacy that was their love. You knew you were being greedy, but neither of them ever pulled away from your monstrous hands, even when your claws pricked and scratched at them.

Adashino’s hands held the smoothness that stemmed from a value of those limbs. Fingers long and nails well-trimmed, with a writing callous from the records he kept on his patients’ health. He was more prone to getting cold, and you always liked reaching for him on hot summer days.

Ginko’s hands were more calloused, though both bearing almost similar, parallel trades—doctor of the mundane, doctor of the arcane—he was out in far more fields in far more environments, so he gained callouses almost as fast as he did experience. The work-roughened palms made you feel soothed by your own not-quite-genteel hands, made you happy to be close to someone so intimately intertwined in another world like you were.

Sometimes, when Adashino’s work would get the best of him, you would take an ink or herb-stained hand into yours, cold and stiff from overworking, and worked away the aches and pains you knew would be there.

Sometimes, after a particularly harsh case, a minutely trembling hand would seek yours out, fingers entangling with yours in lieu of a cigarette that Ginko so badly wanted to smoke. During particularly bad cases where he sought you out, you would hold his hands, and squeeze, silently offering him your support.

Sometimes, when nightmares kept you half-ensnared in their grips, refusing to let you fully wake, hands slipped into yours from the men sleeping on either side of you. One calloused and broad, the other warm and soothing.

And when blinded and deafened, hands were the only things you could identify, touches from them were usually the first thing that hit.

It was those very same hands now, that tipped your head back, fingers beneath your chin. You struggled a bit, shaking your head and dislodging them from your face as you hissed and swiped blindly at the assailant. Your eyes were clenched shut, unable to be used due to the explosive that burned at your retinas and for fear of the blood from your head wound trickling in.

A groan vibrated out from someone and after a moment, you realized it was coming from you, everything sounding like they were underwater. Buzzes of voices echoed in your ears, but you couldn’t tell who exactly surrounded you. Animal instincts flared up, sharp and hot terror as you bared your teeth blindly, hands and feet scrambling to push yourself back on the dirt, too weak from the explosive light trap to stand up.

A faint call, something like your name. You brought a shaking up, claws extended, only to find it seized by warmer, broader hands. Ready to jolt away, it wasn’t until your fingers grazed across a rougher patch of skin by the meat of the thumb that you froze. It was Ginko’s hand, that callous you knew from him using a chipped pestle that he refused to replace to grind his remedies.

“Ginko?” The vibrations of your own voice followed by its familiar sound was barely heard beneath the ringing of your ears, and you hoped your voice didn’t garble up his name. 

The hands squeezed, responding to your words, and you knew it was him.

Then that meant the other hands…

Your head swung around, the less blood-covered eye peeking open to try and catch sight of the good doctor. Only for you to slam it shut again as bright light pierced it painfully.

Once more, cool, smooth fingers tipped your face up. Only this time, you didn’t resist, lips pulling up into an unrepentant grin in an effort to stave off the scolding you knew you’d face soon.

Slowly, as Adashino and Ginko worked on your injuries, the fear turned into sedation, your body, and senses going lax as you put your trust into their hands, content to allow them to take stock while your senses were scrambled.

You flinched when the hand abruptly left, a noise of fear bubbling up in your throat. But there wasn’t a need to worry as two warm presences sat on either side of you. Their weight pressed into either side of you, and you relaxed, a sigh escaping your nose.

Eyes were the windows to the soul, and furthermore, hands were their vessels, tasked with putting the will to the world, the way in which their identity formed and in which the world knew them. For you, it was the marker in which you’d identify friend or foe, it was your connection to the world.

And, despite both Adashino’s and Ginko’s lesser proclivities to physical touch, you were infinitely grateful that they never denied you when you slipped your hands into theirs.

Pickled Plums

Adashino x reader x Ginko (can be read as platonic or romantic)

You loved the noise of cicadas in the ripe summer air.

Gravel crunched beneath your sandals as dappled sunlight filtered down from the canopy of green. It was the apex of summer and the forest was ripe and heavy with life and heat. From your peripherals, you could see the glowing forms of the familiar mushi dancing through the air. They were the same types that often frequented the village, a sure sign that your journey was coming to an end. You wondered if Ginko had yet to see them from wherever he was behind you.

The satchel sitting on your hip alongside the pack on your back was a reminder of the gifts wrapped lovingly in twine and leaves. Gifts for Adashino and Ginko both, picked specifically with them in mind as well as the food carefully preserved by a bit of yokai magic and plenty of salt. The thought of rice and Adashino’s pickled radish made you drool, and you had no doubts that Ginko’s endless stomach would appreciate some food as well.

 Cries of seabirds and waves crashing against the shore slowly began to replace cicadas as the forest opened up to show a fishing village in the distance. Your speed picked up, eagerly scattering pebbles at the sight of the clay-shingle roofs. As you passed through the dirt streets, villagers caught sight of you and an excited wind began to catch the sleepy adobes.

Calls of your name began to echo through the air as those living there went out to greet you.

“It’s you!”

“Welcome back!”

“Oho going to see the doctor aren’t we?”

The last one was met with a delighted laugh, your eyes twinkling with mirth at the old man. “Of course! Is he home right now?”

“He should be!” Another woman called, her child waving at you from behind her. “He just finished treating Aoi’s son a little bit ago.”

“Thank you,” you called back gratefully. Turning around to the villagers, you put a finger to your lips and winked. “I think Ginko is arriving soon, don’t tell any of them that I’m here, alright?”

“Cheeky!”

“We won’t,” The old man chuckled. “Good to know all three of you are back in town for a while. We were beginning to wonder when we’d see you two wanderers again.”

You shrugged as your eyes caught sight of a minuscule movement from the alleyway.

“We can never stay for long,” you said. “But we’ll always come back, of course. If you don't mind…” Your head tilted towards the alleyway, indicating your wish to leave.

“Of course!” He guffawed, stepping aside. 

“Here, here!” A man said, shoving an earthenware jar into your arms. “For you all. A thank you to the doctor for treating my little Tsumiki last month.”

“O-Oh thank you so much.” You bowed your head, clutching the clay pot in your arms. “I'll be on my way then.”

“Eager huh? I know how it was when I was your age. Ah, younguns…Always have one place or another to be.”

You brushed past them with a smile and a parting promise. “I’ll come back down to visit later.”

“You better!”

“We’ll be waiting, young lady.”

You threw back a wave, attention focused on the alleyway where you saw it. Stepping into the shade, you stopped to listen for the quiet noise of something moving. Your sharp ears finally picked up something.

There. To your left.

“Here you are, little one,” you murmured crouching down and setting the jar down next to you with a soft ‘thump’. Reaching forward, you cupped the spirit in your palms. There was an offended squeak and the flower yokai opened a bulbous, yellow eye in the middle of its petals. Upon seeing your face, its petals snapped back close with a quiver and another squeak. A nature yokai then.

“Sssh, it’s okay,” you soothed, stroking a finger down its body. It was smooth and lumpy, like one of those sea anemones Ginko showed you on the coast that you both went to once. After a moment, the petals crept back open and the yokai peeked back out, its big watery eye staring back at you. 

You gave it a soft smile and it quivered before wiggling back and forth before unfurling completely.

“There you are…You shouldn’t be here,” you told it. “It’s not safe for you to be here. Come with me and I’ll bring you somewhere safer, alright?”

You put the yokai on your shoulder, where it snuggled into the shoulder of your traveling yukata. You smiled and picked up the jar before setting off again for Adashino’s house at the other edge of the village. There would be nature there, where it could thrive and survive better than the streets of mankind. Yokais like these ones never survived for long in human settlements, dependent on green life to draw their energy source. Without it, they would wither and fade away. You were glad that you came across it when you did.

Slowly, the slope of the road increased as you reached the edge of the village. Yet your speed picked up all the same. Home was so close, you could almost taste it, that house upon the hill with its shelves of artifacts and rosewood-scented halls. 

Brown shingles peeked over the crest of the hill and you grinned, shifting the jar to one arm and placing your free one on the bag at your hip.

“Hang on,” you told the yokai on your shoulder.

An affirmative squeak was given and you broke into a full sprint over the ground, kicking up dust behind your sandals. At the new pace, it took no more than a few minutes to finally reach Adashino’s house. A jump cleared the stones at the foot of his house and you clattered onto the engawa, kicking your sandals off noisily.

“Adashino!!!!!” You yelled, letting your voice echo through the halls.

There was a clatter and someone yelping before Adashino stumbled out from an adjoining hallway, fixing his monocle. “Huh?”

He squinted at you, vision adjusting to the stark sunlight after being inside for so long. After a moment, his eyes widened as it clicked. He said your name sharply.

“You’re back!”

You nodded, shifting the earthenware jar to both your arms and showing it to him as well as the satchel to your side. “And I brought gifts too!”

Adashino tilted his head and moved forward, reaching out to take the vase away from you. “What's all this?” 

Shrugging, you relinquished it to the dark-haired man’s grasp. “Haven’t looked yet. Tsumiki’s father gave it to me just earlier as thanks for you treating her.”

He hummed, lifting the lid and you stuck your head over the opening to peer into it with him. Seeing the sight of green in pickling sauce made you gasp.

“Kyurizuke!”

“Ah… It is cucumber season, after all.”

“This could go really well with some of the stuff you have, Adashino!” You turned to him excitedly. “We should make some food! I also brought back some things too! Ginko should be arriving at the end of the day so maybe we can all eat together.”

“Are you sure this isn’t just a ploy to get into my cabbage stock?” The doctor asked you, raising one eyebrow. He startled as he made eye contact with the yokai on your shoulder, jolting back. “Ah–”

“Oh right!” You chirped. “I saw this yokai on the streets heading here. I’m going to release it near the treeline so it can go back to the forest.”

Adashino sighed, stepping aside and flapping a hand towards the back entrance of the home. “Go on do that then. Leave your bags here. I can get started on lunch.”

You grinned gratefully, carefully singing the bags of your shoulders. “Sounds good!”

“Oh, and stop bringing strays back to my house! I keep on having to redirect them away when you’re not here.”

You laughed and departed for the clearing, bare feet slapping against the warm ground, humming a jaunty tune. The yokai on your shoulder swayed along to your movement as you stepped into the shadows of the trees and kneeled down at the base of one. Your hands came up to move the spirit off your shoulders and it was brought to the front of your face.

It chirped and you smiled, letting out an animal-like coo in return. “Be safe, alright? Don’t wander into the human settlements like today, it’s not good for you.”

Your hand lowered and allowed the yokai to hop off, stubby limbs wiggling happily and it hopped into the underbrush. Just before it completely ducked under the leaves, it turned around to wave at you. You waved back and with a final cry, it turned around and vanished into greenery like it was never there. A moment passed as you stared at that spot with a bittersweet smile. Your job was done, fulfilling your duty as the bridge between yokai and humans once more. Like the others, you would never see it again, but there was solace in the knowledge that it was able to live its existence. With that, you quietly got to your feet and padded away.

***

“Come here help me get all of this onto the tray,” Adashino instructed, jerking his head to the various bowls as he picked up his own wooden board. “You wanted to have all these side dishes so you’re carrying them all. Come on, we’ll set stuff out on the engawa in the front.”

You hefted the plate up in one hand, pilling the dishes onto it easily. “On it.”

Adashino gawked and grumbled as you swept past him easily.

The pair of you made a few more trips before settling down at the edge of the doorway, midway between the engawa and the house. Adashino tugged the rag under the miso soup, moving the whole pot into the middle between you two and you rearranged the rest of the pickle bowls around that, the rice, and the cooked fish.

“Ah, hold on…” You said, leaning over to grab your satchel. You flipped the woven lid up and reached in to withdraw several wrapped packages and set them alongside the food. “I got us some stuff from one of the towns I was at.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Oh don’t worry. You should know that I’m well-versed enough in magic to preserve a little bit of food.”

“What’s this about food without me?”

The both of you perked up at that voice, attention snapping to the edge of the yard where a white-haired man stood.

“Ginko!” Adashino called. “Hey!”

You shot to your feet with another cry of his name, ditching your sandals where they were and launching yourself at him. Ginko grunted as you crashed into him, staggering at the force of your collision.

“Geez,” he grumbled, wheezing as you squeezed him in a hug. “Missed me much?”

The smoke of his mushi warding cigarette tickled your nose and you pulled back, sneezing heavily. However, despite the warding affecting you to some extent, it didn’t stop your face from splitting into a wide grin. “Duh. Come on, put your pack down, and let’s eat. No matter what you think, we were waiting for you.”

Adashino made a sound. “Maybe you should be quicker next time.”

“Hmph.” Ginko took his cigarette out, snubbing it and tossing the butt into the shrubbery to the dark-haired man’s dismay. As you pranced back to where Adashino was sitting, Ginko slung off his traveling case and set it down next to your own bags. He settled down with a groan, relieved to be off his feet after a long day.

As Adashino began to portion out the soup and rice, your deft fingers unknotted the twine trying up your first bundle of food. There was an electric crackle in the air that made both men pause, and a snap as verdant leaves opened to reveal pristine triangles of plump rice.

“Your magic?” Ginko asked as you reached to undo the other bundle.

You nodded. “Just a simple one for these to keep as I traveled back.”

There was a second snap and this time it revealed wrinkly dried fruits, the sour smell of pickled plums wafting up to join the other food odors in the air. Both of them immediately knew what those were and Adashino winced.

“I’m not touching those,” Ginko declared, reaching for one of the rice balls from the first bundle. He took a bite from it, not seeing Adashino trying to stop him. “I know that whatever you brought home, those are not normal umeboshi and–”

His expression deadpanned, lips thinning and eye twitching as the flavor finally hit him. Seeing that, you cracked.

“I tried to stop you…” Adashino sighed while you cackled. “But you weren’t paying attention.”

“I was going to say…” You began, trying to find air between your laughter as you scooped up your own rice ball. “I visited the Valley of the Plums. There was a seasonal shop there known for its intensely sour plums, so I got some to take home.”

A massive bite was taken out of yours, you humming in delight as you finally indulged in the treats after so long. Though you favored the sour flavors the same couldn’t be said for either of the men, who stared at you warily as you ate your rice ball with no reaction.

Adashino, fooled by your lack of response, tentatively reached for one of his own. “It can’t be that bad right…?” He picked it up and brought it closer to inspect it. Like he would one of his mushi items,

“Do it,” Ginko demanded.

The man, fool as he was, gave into his temptations and bit into it. His face puckered up, such a comical expression that sent you into another round of raucous laughter and even sparked Ginko to chuckle too.

“By the gods!” Adashino exclaimed once he got his mouthful down. “People eat this? This should belong on the shelves of my collectibles. Ginko why did you tell me to eat it?”

The said man forced himself to take another bite. “If I have to go through it, so do you. Someone has to go through this with me since this one–” he jerked a thumb to you, innocently sipping your miso soup to wash down your finished rice ball, “–is completely immune to everything.”

You smiled peacefully. “There are just the plain plums too if any of you want to eat them with the rest of the food."

“No way!!”

Hi ! Can I please get a Okuyasu with a very good looking male s/o, like josuke he has so many fans lol so it makes Oku insecure and thinks his s/o deserves someone more attractive ? Fluff One shot if its ok 👌

𝓞𝓴𝓾𝔂𝓪𝓼𝓾 𝔁 𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮!𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮!𝓢/𝓞

The cheers of several high school girls made its way into your ears. "Who do you wanna bet that's for?" You nudged Josuke with your elbow. He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "(💙)!" They all shouted, grabbing your arm and trying to get your attention. You let out a chuckle then tried to calm down the raging crowd. Unbeknownst to you, however, your boyfriend Okuyasu had fallen back behind everyone else. He understood why you had all the attention on you. Just like Josuke, you were quite attractive to other people. But it bothered him immensely how they always separated you from him just to gawk at you. 'Come on, you're better than this.' Okuyasu shrugged off the negative feelings and caught up with the rest of his friends. "Oi, Oku, where's (💙)?" Josuke inquired. "He's kind of busy. I'm sure he'll catch up soon!" The rest of the group continued on their way to the main entrance of the school.

Currently, the bell had already rung for the first period to start. The empty seat in front of him stirred his nerves. "💙?" The teacher called out for attendance. Josuke and Okuyasu exchanged a glance. Josuke shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'I'm not sure.' The door to the classroom suddenly slammed open revealing you panting. "I'm here! I'm sorry!" You bowed your head while you apologized, then you sat down. "I'll let it slide this one time." The teacher replied and then continued with the rollcall. You turned around in your chair to get a glance at your boyfriend, who currently had his head resting on the desk. "Oi, Oku." You whispered to him. He turned his head to the side and glanced up at you. Digging through your bookbag, you took out a video game case which is why you were late, to begin with. "I got your favorite game!" You beamed at him. Okuyasu sat up immediately and looked shocked. "Where did you get this? It's not even out yet!" He took the game that you handed to him. "Well-" "Certainly I don't hear two students interrupting my lesson, do I?" The teacher disrupted you. You laughed nervously as the whole class laughed at you two. With your index finger and thumb, you traced over your own lips as if to zip them close while smiling at Okuyasu. He grinned back at your antics.

Before you knew, the school was over for the day. "💙!" Glancing ahead, you saw Okuyasu and the rest of your group at the gate waiting for you. He was waving to you frantically. You give him a small wave as you make your way to them. "💙!" Your body tensed up hearing the girls behind you. It was such a pain to escape them earlier, how could you evade them now? One of them latched onto your arm and started tugging on it. Once the rest of them joined, they began asking several questions. In your peripheral vision, you saw Oku's face drop down in what seemed to be a disappointment. You apologized and excused yourself to the girls and you chased after your boyfriend. He currently walked behind everyone else, mentally beating himself up. 'Maybe (💙) would be with someone else. Preferably someone just as attractive as him. Unlike me, no one really pays attention to me.' Okuyasu kicked a can down the road to let out some of his frustration. "Oku!" You finally managed to catch up to him and you grabbed onto his uniform sleeve. He raised an eyebrow up at you as you bent over to catch your breath. "Do you want to come over and try out the new game?" That's all you had to say for the negative thoughts to escape from his mind. Okuyasu's face lit up, you intertwined your hands together and made your way to your home.

Kicking off your shoes, Oku followed you in a familiar route to your bedroom. "Start it up whenever." You spoke to him as he sat on the floor in front of your television. "I'm going to grab some snacks for us real quick." You bent over and placed a kiss on the top of his head which caused the color to flourish on his face. He looked around your room when you left, at all of the posters you had, to the several blankets on your bed, all in a tangled mess. You soon returned with a tray of various snacks plus two of your favorite drinks. Taking a seat on the floor next to him, you placed the items in front of you two. "💙?" You hummed in response. "Do you ever feel like...you want to be with someone else?" The innocent question brought butterflies to your stomach. "Why would you say that?" You place your hand over his. "I dunno, I just think you would be happy with someone who looks as nice as you..." He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up in the process. You smiled and grabbed him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I don't want to be with anyone else."

Tenya lida Late night drives- Chapter 1

You feel the familiar weight of his hand on your thigh as you stare out the front windshield, into the dark night. the headlights illuminate the empty road. tick, tick, tick, tick. The blinker monotonously clicks, as the car turns onto the highway. His hand squeezes your thigh. as the car speeds up, you watch intently as the mph cranes up steadily. The blinding lights of the city flash in your peripheral. He glances over at you, a smile creeping onto his lips. You look stunning.

You, his first love.

You, the one he relaxes around, and drops his cool and stern facade.

You, his first kiss.

You, the one his parents and brother adore.

You, the lady with his engagement pretty ring siting next to him.

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. "Tenya?" his name sounded so pretty coming out of your lips. very kissable lips, he may add. "Are we going anywhere?" he thinks for a moment "Not in particular. We both need a break." You giggle. "The news has been going all over us, 'H/N and Ingenium engaged'. 'Rumors true about H/N and Ingenium!'." He smiles slightly. "of course. Do you mind the publicity?" he gently squeezes your thigh, watching the road. You hum. "Not really. Just tiring" He smiles.

In nearly 3 months, you'll be walking down the aisle, so pretty. You'll make his heart race. He'll put a ring on your finger. Then he'll add a few more things to his ever-growing list.

You, his first -and only- wife. You, his first reason to get that riled up, You, his first time. His beloved wife, and pro hero,

Y/N H/N lida.

First drabble in a while! I'm slowly getting back into it.... though I have a lot of schoolwork and shit to do :( I'll post another drabble soon! Part 2??

Mashirao Ojrio

You are curled up in bed, your sheets pulled up to your waist, and your legs nice and warm. Makes you want to never get up. A book is open on your lap, light shining down from the lamp, You hear a knock on your dorm room door. Your eyes stray reluctantly away from your book to glance at the door, then the clock. who in the world could it be at this hour? A sigh escapes your lips as you shift in bed "come in." you call out before you are greeted with his face he comes in, checking to make sure nobody is in the hallway before closing the door.

You smile, and move over in bed to make room for him. He grins, meeting your eyes before coming to sit next to you, pulling the sheets over his legs too. By now, your book has been set to the side. "Hey, What's up?"You ask gently, slipping your hand into his, noticing the scrapes and dirt from training. You knew that your boyfriend was too hard on himself. you frown and absentmindedly run your thumb over the back of his hand. He doesn't answer for a moment before asking, "Why?" You giggle "why what? You have to expand on that, dear" You lean against him gently, his body warm. his strong tail wraps around your waist, pulling you close to him. You hum, resting your head on his shoulder, "Why.." he starts struggling with his words "Why are you still dating me?" you furrow your brow Not this agoin. You pull away gently, taking his chin gently and turning it toward you

"Baby, I'm dating you because I love you.

And, despite what you think, you are not plain." He pauses, looking down with a sad expression "but... earlier today.." he trails off but you don't need to hear the rest, "Baby, They don't know you. all they know is their own depiction of you, yknow what I see?" he glances up at you, his expression softening

"yeah?" he asks in a soft voice. you smile fondly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before talking again " I see the boy who stands in front of me around Mineta, not letting him get a peck. The boy who insists on walling on the side male closer to the road. The boy who believes courtesy was never dead." As you talk, his expression softens.

he pulls you into a kiss before you could think. he definitely wasn't plain. and you wanted him to know it.

My fav underrated boi <3 He's honestly the best. I feel like he'd be overworking himself because he doesn't like being so plain. Any Ojrio fans??

Fumikage Tokoyami

He was never one to like cute things, As a child, he liked bugs, ravens, haunted houses. As he got older, his wardrobe changed. He started wearing clothes that reflected his personality- dark and creepy. And then, his quirk awakened. It made sense. He liked dark shadow. It was someone to talk with, at the very least. Dark Shadow was the only one who would understand him. Or, so he thought.

she was the exact opposite of him. At the entrance exam, he found this quirky girl in front of him.

He found himself calling her his friend.

he desperately protected her at USJ after she were caught off guard and was knocked down.

Years later, he started an agency with her. he saw her everyday, protecting her from Pervs, and from villains all the same.

When he finally got the courage to ask her, she agreed instantly.

He fumbled on their first date but, she just giggled and pressed a peck to his cheek, leaving him gaping.

He admires his ring everyday, thinking of these beautiful memories.

Oh my gosh!! been a hot moment!! I spun my random wheel of randomness, (I got Tokoyami and My Choice) and here we are! this is my first time with this type of thing, so I hope it doesn't flop!!

If requests are still open can I request a fluffy Alex Chen from Life is Stange x Gender Neutral Reader oneshot or headcanons?

Alex Chen x Gn!Reader

Pronouns used: None, no gendered terms either.

Format used: Oneshot.

Of course! In this one shot, Alex has just arrived in town and the reader, a friend from the past, reunites with her and they put on music to dance around. Cause that stuff is cute

Tell me if you want anything changed, I haven't played the game since it was released, so I apologise if I've gotten something wrong here!

You glanced around the tavern which Gabe had previously told you about, opening the doors had greeted you with a one or two people at a few separate tables, barely enough to be considered busy or full. The bartender smiled and greeted you towards him.

"You're new here, I'm guessing you're Alex and Gabes friend? They're in their apartment, chatting, since you're clearly searching for them." He pointed you to the direction of the stairs, you stepped your way toward the stairs, anxiousness setting in.

You were so nervous, you held a fondness on Alex, for all the years you've known her, you couldn't get over the musician. And the thought of finally seeing her again? It filled you with so much joy. Determination, more like, to see her again, to rekindle your friendship.

You noticed that the closer you got to the top, a faint music got louder.

You finally reached the top, stepping into the apartment without warning, and making sure to close the door behind yourself. You had immediately noticed Alex and Gabe dancing to the music, once faint and now the loudest you were sure a speaker could go. After a few moments, Alex opened her eyes right when facing you in an air guiatr move, her furrowed brows, open mouth, and dancing quickly changed into a shocked expression.

It took her a few moments just to fully register what she was seeing, Alex's face was now a relieved, and almost familiar one. You two stared for a few more agonisingly slow seconds, fully taking the sight in after being separated for so long.

"(F/N), you made it!" Gabe spoke, noticing you after seeing Alex had gone still, butting in on your staring session.

Suddenly, a knock was heard from the door you'd previously closed. Alex looked awkwardly between you, Gabe, then the door, an unspoken conversation happening between her and her brother. Gabe pointed to the door.

"I'll... Uhh, go get that?" He changed his point to a thumbs up directed toward his sister and began walking toward the door to answer it. A few words were spoke before footsteps heading down the stairs started. Gabe and the mystery person took whatever was happening downstairs.

Alex turned to me.

"So... Uhm. You're here?" She smiled, swinging her hands forward and back, before realising how that could've sounded, and she quickly put her hands down, adding-

"I'm happy! That you're here, I've... I've missed you. A lot." You smiled happily at her words. Alex seemed to relax at your smile.

"What're you listening to?" You asked, the music which was blaring previously having changed by now. A new, more punk style song played.

"Oh! Right, just uh, listening to some music I like. Wanna 'jam out' with me?" She joked, doing jazz hands and expecting you to have something better to do, or to just deny it. But, instead of any of that, you walked closer and let out a small laugh, taking in Alex's offer seriously.

"Hell yeah! Let's jam!" You looked toward her hands, holding your own out. She grasped yours with only a moments hesitation, you pulled her toward you, moving along with the music in a clumsy and awkwardly fun way.

Alex's moves were slower and relied mostly on you to guide her, her awkwardness causing some missteps or stepping on your shoes. The wild moves you were doing may or may not be causing some damage to your shoes and feet, but so what? It was fun, and Alex was loosening up, making her own moved and letting go of your hands.

Halfway through, you held each others hands again, and felt yourself trip over each other almost a second later, stumbling around before falling on the floor. You laughed, feeling happy tears well in your eyes, both of you were unharmed from the fall, but Alex struggled getting up for a moment. Dizzy from the constant and excitable movement, wobbling and falling onto you again.

You both continued to shriek of laughter, her movements became more free when you both managed to stand. Her laughs were less shy, she finally spoke to you some more, telling you what had happened over her life while you were gone. And even if Alex became contained as she moved and danced along with you. Both of your movements slowed so she could explain everything better. It wasn't a long explanation, as she left out the bad parts.

But, even if Alex wasn't exposing her sensitive side, she was still feeling more open here than she ever had in her life. Both of you never wanting this wonderful moment to end, and feeling the most overjoyed either of you had ever felt in your entire lives.

Nothing Sweeter Than His Peace

I threatened to post a Huaibao fic, didn't I? Well, my lovely beta returned it to me, so here we go: One canon-compliant oneshot.

KIRISHI ONESHOT UPDATE

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KIRISHI

Read right to left <- (page 5-8) top right is beginning and bottom left end

This is the continuation to my first post about this oneshot of my oc kirishi, I will upload 4 pages everyday until its ended.

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Small Lab Accident

~ Parksborn2017 one-shot, by: @magickizu (me)~

"Hey Pete, what's up?-"

"I.. I need help..now...", Harry was immediately on edge, as he heard his best friend and secret crush, speaking quietly from the other side of the phone.

"Where are you." Any other questions have to wait, if Peter Parker asks for help, it's more than serious.

"I'm in my Lab, at Horizon. Just- please hurry...?"

"I'll be there in five." With that the raven hung up and grabbed his glider, it'll be the fastest. Yes, his best friend knows that Harry is the Goblin, as well as he knows that the other is the Spiderman- just another reason to worry! If spiderman asks for help, instead of doing a solo trip- it's a deadly threat to the whole of new york or even more. Even though it was sorta weird... Harry could have sworn it sounded a little like a whine?

It's already late enough for the sun to set, and of course only Petey-boy is in school. All the better, no one saw Harry get there so fast. He hammered on the locked door.

"Pete! What happened!?" The door opens and the young Osborn stumbles as he rushes in, scanning the room to find... nothing. Well, except Peter that is, who's sitting at his desk with his hood up. Then the door closes.

"...promise you won't laugh..."

"wha-... What's going on-"

"Just promise, okay!?" Harry staggered a bit. was... Was that growling?!? Harry nods, still a bit red in the face from the speed he came in with. In return, Peter also nods and then takes his hood off...

"It's really, very embarrassing. I had a little accident- just don't!" The brunette pouts, as he already sees his best friend, and also secret crush, beginning to smirk. He sighs in relief and even huffs a little chuckle. It doesn't help the fact that Peter's fluffy new uhhh... Appendages? Are tugged tightly to his body, while his whole face grows bright red in absolute embarrassment. "Aaahhrg!! It was a mistake to call you! I'm sorry...", the puppy hid in his arms, crossed on his desk. He WISHES he could just sink into the ground... Well, technically maybe not the ground, since this isn't the ground floor. So how could that even work? Where does this saying even come from? From sinkholes? Must be, since the hypothetical state of super liquid was only hypothetically found later on...or did it-

-"Damn, Peter... You really had me worried for a moment there. You okay, aside that?" Harry leans against the desk, standing next to the other, who simply nods once still hidden in arms. Slowly he calms himself down, from the thoughts of what would happen if super liquid Peter would seep into the floor. "...you know, they're not that bad?? I mean, I think- ONE MIgHt think, one, that it's... -How did it happen anyway?" The raven tries to change the topic, as he feels the heat sneak onto his face of nearly admitting to finding his best friend cute. Oh boy... Harry definitely deserves a medal for surviving this evening. Especially now: the still embarrassed, but less red, pouting puppy slowly comes out of his hoodie-fortress of solitude and, god bless, his fluffy tail's slightly wagging from the implied praise. This is way too adorable, that Harry would have ever forgiven him, if it wasn't him he called first. Never ever.

"I...I took a sample of the goo, last time one of those human-animal hybrids led us to an outpost... Since there's been an uprising of those incidents lately and the composition is different from Warren's work. These guys must've based it on his work, but complicated it to make it more efficient- the core structure is at least similar enough to believe so..." He comes out more, his tail wagging casually from his little nerdy tirade, the raven could only smile at that. What a dork... His dork. "ANYWAY!!- What I meant to say is, I just managed to break it down a little, which is why these symptoms are so small apparently..."

"Okay, that explains... your situation. Did you find out anything else?"

"Uhhh.... Yes, actually! There has to be direct skin contact with the goo, for an "infection" to start and according to my calculations, these symptoms should seize after a couple hours, due to my simplifications... But I just CAN'T go home like this!! What would aunt May say!?-" Peter drifts into a little panic, but Harry on the other hand can't really concentrate on anything other than his crush looking freaking adorable. He can't get it off his mind, most definitely not, when he gets reminded with a flick of an ear, nor by their constant bouncing when the brunett gestures wildly again.

"Hey, Pete. May I.. try something?" Said person cocks his head slightly to the side, like the curious puppy he currently is and nods. And he swears- if this was an anime and not real life, he'd be in the ground already. Here lies Harry Theopolis Osborn, died of blood loss from constant nose bleeding.

He slowly reaches over to him, carefully beginning to pet the other. At first the puppy is a bit sceptical, when slowly and gradually he starts enjoying it. His tail is fully wagging, he's leaning forward and further into the other's touch. Literally, best feeling ever right now.

While Harry just can't anymore. Not only does he demand a platinum medal, a gigantic feast and ceremony, as well as a city key when this is over, for an outstanding amount of self control! He is so lost in thoughts, he doesn't realise that he stops petting, until some small whimpering breaks him free. Peter looks up at Harry with his big, green, sparkling eyes and droopy ears.

"..why did you stop..?" It really took every last ounce, drop and smudge of self restraint, not to kiss and pounce him. But instead Harry took a deep breath, couldn't help but smile and kept petting. Sure, he loves Peter, with the whole of his heart. ...which is exactly why he won't try anything that might just scare him away. Harry wouldn't know what to do, if he'd lose him in any way. So he just keeps quiet for now. His thoughts start spinning again, as Peter fully enjoys this simple touch of affection and closeness. Very quietly, the raven mumbles something under his breath:

"...you're my adorable dork..."

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AN IDEA POPPED INTO MY HEAD AFTER RANBOO VISITED DREAM

What if Ranboo kills Dream.

I know that sounds weird considering the guy has the backbone of a chocolate eclair but what if him hearing voices because far too much. And with Dream being the focus of his hallucinations, he just snaps and attacks him out of no where.

So like let me set a scene for y’all.

Dream basically goes a little insane inside his cell, not in a murderous way but a kinda broken way. Barely speaking during visits, starring at the clock and walking into the lava more and more. So Sam or Tommy suggest taking him out for a day on good behaviour.

Dream gets to come out of his cell and walk around the smp for a day but only if he’s accompanied by guards and volunteers. So Tommy, Tubbo, Sam, Quackity and others (Bad and Antfrost depending on the whole egg stuff) are there following Dream around telling him about everything that’s going on with the smp. But near the end of the day Dream asks if they can go to a place that’s quite and stuff so he can just appreciate the small things he doesn’t have in prison.

When they get there Dream sits a fair few paces ahead of everyone just looking at the land while the others chat amongst themselves. After a couple minutes Ranboo walks over to everyone without noticing Dream (he had no idea he was outside) and asks what’s going on.

Half way through Sam’s explanation, Ranboo notices Dream and can’t look away from him. From Ranboo’s point of view everything goes black but Dream and he starts to hear the voice yelling at him, getting louder and louder with each sentence. But in reality Dream is still vibing in his own little world.

Anyways Ranboo starts to get really really stressed and overwhelmed, making wonder man noises and shaking. The voice screams one last thing at him (somthing among the lines of traitor or psycho?) which causes Ranboo to snap and push past everyone towards Dream.

He starts shouting at him to get out of his head while the voice starts to whisper insults getting harsher the closer he gets. Dream meanwhile is like wtf is going on and stands up, putting his hands in the air trying to show that he’s peaceful. But because Dream wears a mask and you can’t see his mouth Ranboo thinks that Dream is actually saying it all to him.

This leads to Ranboo breaking to a new level and straight up slashing down with his sword, striking Dream in the face and torso. This of course kills him in one swing because he’s got no armour what’s so ever. So it’s already too late by the time the others run over to try and save him.

Everyone starts shouting, trying to understand wtf just happened while Dream leaves the game... then enters DreamXD.

Boom bam everyone is even more confused to see him (He’s confirmed to be a separate entity to Dream). Everyone shuts up when he teleports to the exact spot Dream died and begins to build a grave/momoral for him, placing his now broken mask into a item frame next to the grave stone. Once he’s done he turns around and faces Ranboo, who is currently distraught that he’s murdered someone, and just says:

DreamXD: It’s okay... it was about time he paid for his wrong doings...

Ranboo: I- I don’t know why I did that. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t want to-

DreamXD: I know.

DreamXD: This was unavoidable...

DreamXD: I suggest you check spawn...

Dream joined the game

DreamXD left the game.

End scene

Should I write this into a proper fanfic? Maybe? Idk, if anyone wants this turned into a proper fic I’ll write it up, or if anyone wants to write it themselves you are more than welcome but please credit me. I will more than likely be posting a comic of this (I already have it sketched out lol).

Edit: For anyone who whats to a fic of this I’m in the process of writing the first chapter. Part of it’s already posted over on AO3. It’s called Drowning in regret.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29110698/chapters/71460018

Bubblegum

summary: Zed has a bad day and needs an outlet before he goes on a rampage. guess who has to save the town from a possible Zombie attack? yep. it's you or no one.

pairing: Zed Necrodopolis x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - canon doesn't exist here. zombies being zombies. biting. this is not your Disney's Zombie.

💌this is a little bday surprise for @therosietoesy 🩷 i'm still working on your request, my dove, fret not. i just wanted to actually gift you something 🥰

bonne fête, ma belle

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Bubblegum

The thing about Zombies, you learned, is that they need to bite. The Z-Bands keep a lot of things in check, basically slow-release sedation to tamp down those violent urges, but if their heartrates rise above a certain level, the technology is about as useful as a chocolate teapot.

And Zed's heartrate? Well, in the wake of the Prawn's devastating loss—that he shoulders the blame for—and another infestation of creepy creature that wants to whisk Addison away forever, Zed is on the brink of a total meltdown. To put it mildly.

His sockets are already black as the abyss when he finds you behind the school, snarling and spitting as he tries to ask for help, for an outlet; need you, now. He grabs your wrist as soon as you get to your feet and tugs you against him. Red lips curled back, yellowing teeth bared, the monster inside him clawing its way out faster than you'd ever seen.

You give him a pretty smile, "You wanna take this somewhere private, big guy?"

And, no, he fucking doesn't. Can't. Too consumed by thoughts of beating his fat cock into you until you scream. At this point, he can barely string together a sentence, words reduced to throaty animal noise. You giggle, sweet as sugar, and raise one hand to cradle his jaw and boldly sweep your thumb across his bottom lip.

"You're in bad shape, huh?" You comment, not surprised when he snaps his teeth at your thumb.

Breathing labored, eyes boring into you as you gaze so fondly up at him, "Want," he manages to growl. You don't consider it an attack when he grabs you roughly and pushes you against the wall, brittle nails digging into your flesh as he lifts you by the backs of your thighs. A long pause wherein he just pants against your neck and then, "Please."

Such a courteous beast.

His Z-band is practically wailing, the sound reminding you to cast that neat little spell you've been using since you and Zed started this thing.

You mutter the incantation between stinging kisses before he savagely shoves his tongue in your mouth, fucking it in and out as he tries to taste every tooth and ridge and soft piece of tissue. God, you live for these moments. When he's completely at the mercy of his darker side. The side he tries so hard to smother outside of Zombietown. The side you love.

Not to say you don't love the whole package. It's just that you're more exclusive with the monster than the man. Person Zed isn't as...upfront about what he wants with you. Less demanding, more cautious. Meanwhile, Zombie Zed is a lot more decisive and has sunk his teeth into your neck to claim you more times than you can count. Hence the rubber-skin spell. Keeps your skin intact and the Zombie cooties from spreading.

He finally releases your mouth, biting and kissing a trail from your jaw to your pulse point. He pins you to the wall with his hips as his hands claw under your shirt, fisting into the fabric before, without warning, he tears it open. Needy. Desperate. Fucking hungry for you in his ragelust.

You can feel him through his jeans, huge and growing as the Zombie takes over completely, and your mouth waters. This is going to hurt in the best way. He grinds himself against your pussy; sharp, vicious strokes a threat of what's to come, all the while panting and snarling into your skin as he chews chunks of flesh that don't tear away from your throat.

Witches and Zombies really do make the best match, you think greedily, equally as frenzied as you yank his shirt over his head. Then it's skin on skin, your bra in pieces at his feet; his big, calloused hand groping your tit just this side of painful. He grunts, hips moving harder, faster, blunt teeth grazing the soft underside of your chin.

"Want," He rasps again, long fingers teasing under your skirt and pressing insistently between your pussy lips through your panties. In a brief moment of clarity, Zed leans back, expression pleading, "Baby, let me—fuck, I can't—" And then it's gone, the green mist rushing back in, making his eyes wild and his movements stiff as rigor mortis.

You don't even have the chance to give him permission before his fingers dig under the edge of your panties and plunge into you, corkscrewing deep as he growls in delight at how wet you already are for him.

"Mine," Zed bites into your throat, and you don't disagree, moaning as his fingers snap in and out, drilling your sweet spot. "Only mine."

There's no point echoing his sentiment, Zed so far under that he doesn't actually care to hear your thoughts, just wants to make sure you're aware that you're owned. He removes his fingers long enough to rip a hole in your panties, then to get his fly undone—the button flying, zipper torn—and his jeans pulled down enough to free his dribbling cock.

His free hand clenches a chunk of your hair and he angles your head, presses his brow against yours, demanding, "Tell me." He teases the fat head between your lips, pushes in the barest fraction, and smirks when you keen.

For a second, you have no fucking idea what he's asking until you remember, "I want it, Zee."

"Again."

Louder, "I want it, please, Zee."

Zed leans in, nips your earlobe and breathes, "Good girl...perfect little prey for me..." and then, fuck, he spears inside you, the feeling like being split in two. He has one hand on your ass, the other tangled in your hair, his teeth deep in the join of your shoulder and neck.

Every thrust is brutal, punching sighs and whimpers from your chest. He doesn't care if it hurts. He needs this. Needs you like this. And you lose yourself in it as much as he does, your nails mauling welts across his back. The sensation coaxes him to move faster, harder, both hands on your hips now to guide you on his cock exactly how he wants. Your tits bounce as he fucks you with everything he has, your brain scrambled from the sheer fucking strength he has at his disposal.

"Close," He grunts. He sinks to his knees, keeps your back against the wall, and fucks up into you with abandon. His head thrown back, lips parted, eyes clamped shut in ecstasy. "Fuck, baby, gonna come."

He slams into you a few more times and then roars his release, biting into your neck with the intention of ripping flesh from bone. Zed stays like that, his cock pulsing inside you as he spills an ungodly amount of Zombie seed, so much that some oozes around his cock. He hitches his hips three, four, five more times before going still.

The wailing soundtrack of his Z-band finally stops. You don't actually need that to tell you he's slowly returning to normal. His muscles loosen marginally, his skin warms; popped veins shrink and his skin adopts a less sickly hue. Still grey, just less dead. It takes a minute for him to calm all the way down, and when he does, he removes his teeth from your neck and lifts his head.

You smile at him, gentle, fond, "Hey, big guy. You with me again?"

Zed swallows. Nods. His gaze falls between your joined bodies, and he licks his lips at the sight before glancing back up at you.

"Did I hurt you?" He has to know, his concern palpable.

"No." You promise, "You never actually do."

He doesn't look like he believes you, but he doesn't argue. Not today, anyway. You watch him take in your torn shirt and basically disintegrated panties and bra. With a cringe, he hands you his shirt.

"You know, one day I'm going to bill you for everything you've shredded," You say playfully in an effort to prove you're okay.

It works, "You'd think by now you'd start bringing an extra set of clothes with you." He teases back, smirking. It's the first time that he's acknowledged how he gets when the Zombie takes the wheel, and you almost miss it because you can't get your brain to get your mouth to work fast enough.

"You keep saying 'this is the last time, cutie, I swear'," You parody his voice as you roll your eyes. "So, why would I prep for something that isn't suppose to happen?"

And Zed looks utterly confused—still cockdeep inside you, mind you, hardly softened at all.

"I mean that last time I'll be rough. You know that I've claimed you, like, eight times," He says, again acknowledging for the first time what happens when his inner Zombie comes out. "I think that's a pretty convincing argument to be prepared, babe."

You're almost stunned at how casual he's suddenly being about everything after months of ashamed side-eye and stilted aftercare.

"I think that's a pretty convincing argument to be prepared, babe." He tacks on, his expression telling you that you should've known.

Gaping at him, "Wait, I thought all of that was heat of the moment stuff?" You blink wide eyes at him, almost falling back on your ass when he dislodges you and helps you to your feet.

"Heat of the mo—You know I'm still me when I'm Zombied Out, right?"

Actually. No. You didn't know that. You assumed up to this point that Person Zed and Zombie Zed were completely separate entities with conflicting views on what they want from you.

Oops.

"So, when you say I'm yours...?" You ask slowly, not quite able to believe that this whole time you've possibly been Zombie married.

Zed scoffs, hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you into his body, his gaze turning dark and heated. "It means your mine, baby girl." And then, "Why the fuck do you think I come to you when I'm having a meltdown?"

"...because I don't scream in terror and run away?"

"You're an idiot." Zed snorts as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

You shrug, "Apparently, I'm your idiot."

In playful retaliation, Zed nibbles your neck, bites and pulls the skin, chuckles, "Definitely mine." Then, dangerously, "but it looks like I gotta make sure you really understand what that means," he murmurs right as his Z-band beeps its first alert.

fin.

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Cuddle Bug

summary: a flashfic exploration of Wally's inability to be anything but a plural image when you're within reach. aka: he's codependent as fuck and neither you nor he care.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: fluff. smut lite. AU - everyone is alive (zesty).

bon reading, frens

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Wally Clark's love language is physical touch. No surprise there. The guy needs cuddles like flowers need sunlight to thrive. Always has. Being a ghost for 40 years exacerbated that need, and now that he's a real boy again, he can't help himself. Wally sits too close, hugs hello and goodbye, touches arms and knees when he's telling a story.

It's just that much more amped up when it comes to you.

He was affectionate before you and he became inseparable. Lightly grazed your hand when he walked beside you, found every excuse to tackle you when he tried to teach you football techniques. Ajay and Charley stood there like extra wheels even though it'd been Wally who'd rallied everyone to the field.

What? Your giggle's so damn cute! No way was Wally going to be able to focus on anything else!

Besides Charley's just as bad when Yuri's around, and Simon can't even function when Maddie gives him the eyes. So, everyone can suck it as far as Wally's concerned.

During group activities, Wally would find a way to sit next to you. Would squish his long limbs between you and Maddie and give you a bright, boyish grin. Sometimes he'd stare Xavier down until he got the hint and scooched closer to Nicole at the lunch table, leaving a gap that Wally could settle into beside you. His arm around your shoulders and his knee touching yours. Totally innocent.

Wally brought your favorite snacks to Game Night, established himself as your personal chauffeur despite the fact that you lived closer to Simon and Rhonda, and loyally helped you filter clothes when you and the girls went shopping. Yes. He'd made himself one of the girls just to spend time with you. Don't look at him like that; it worked, didn't it? 👀

Since accepting him as your boyfriend (he grins so big, his cheeks ache), Wally's dependence on your touch, warmth, shape against his, has increased a hundredfold.

You sit on the picnic table before the first bell, chatting to Maddie and Claire about something Wally isn't listening to, his arms around your waist, upper body slumped between your legs, head resting on your thigh as you rake your fingers through his thick hair. Oh, he could die all over again and be the happiest of ghosts just for this. Not that he wants to be a ghost again. Not unless you're with him this time. Which would require you to die, too, and that's a terrible thought and he's never going to tell you about it. But the sentiment remains. Wally doesn't want to do anything without you, ever.

He managed to convince the secretary to put him in all your classes, pouting and pleading his case that he'd been dead since 1983 and, "it's so traumatic coming back, she's the only thing I have that feels real...please?" A tactic that he should stop abusing, but it worked on all the teachers when he requested to be sat next to you. Every time a teacher caved, Wally would fold into the desk beside you, beaming like a winner. And who cares? Mina and Ajay, and Charley and Yuri pulled the same doe-eyed trick and got what they wanted, why couldn't Wally do the same?

On Fridays, everyone piles into Wally's high school best friend's living room—Rodney now Wally's legal guardian for reasons—to have movie marathons. There's trivia to guess the movie. Winner gets one veto and can insert their own choice, but there's three movies in total so pick wisely! They figured out awhile ago that Wally sometimes (always) lets you win trivia when it's his turn to play his lineup. You never veto anything, equally as eager to watch what he opts for. It drives Simon and Ajay insane.

He takes over a whole couch, the three-seater, sprawls long-ways and tucks you between his legs, your body draped over him like a blanket as he wraps his arms around you and doesn't let go for anything. He traces patterns on your back, cradles your head against his chest, soaks up the physical contact like a sponge after years of ghostly numbness.

In the school halls, Wally keeps his hand on your hip. He kisses your head and cheeks and jaw. Doesn't care who sees because you're his girl and he'll do what he wants, thank you. He's proud that you call him yours and wants to show off who his heart belongs to. This one! This one said yes!

You're in his lap more than your own seat when the group descends upon Max's Diner after football games (that, no, Wally doesn't participate in. That era is firmly in the past and he'll never don a jersey again; sorry mom, God bless, rest in peace). His hands are all over you as you engage Rhonda in conversation; on your thighs, waist, back, hips. Anywhere and everywhere that's still appropriate in public. His head under your chin, eyes closed as he listens to your heartbeat, strong and steady, the rhythm matching his.

Wally rolls over in his bed, crushes you beneath his weight as he plays dead—knock on wood that that won't happen again for many years—and tries to stifle his laughter when you struggle to reverse the position. Eventually, he showers your skin with kisses, nudges between your thighs and laces his fingers with yours, pressing his smile to yours before kissing you deeply.

The sex is amazing, but nothing beats the afterglow when he has you pliant and sweet, curled into him on your side, your face in his chest, his hand on your lower back, whispering how much he loves you as you doze. Call him codependent, but Wally doesn't want to spend even an hour without you. He isn't a lost puppy, knows how to behave like a man. He just spent too many years being forgotten that he still has trust issues.

And you don't mind. You welcome it, in fact, and that makes Wally feel safer than he ever has. It makes it easy to ignore the looks people give you and him when you agree to go somewhere, "only if Wally's invited, too" because you and he are a package deal. And he does the same for you. Obviously, not for the same reasons, you're perfectly fine being alone, it's just that Wally's not ready to experiment with your absence just yet. Maybe never will be.

Rodney's long since accepted that Wally's room has become your room. From married and childless to married with several formerly-dead teenagers and their SOs, Rodney and his wife have accepted their homebase status like champs. They treat you like family—you have a house key for the rare occasion Wally isn't with you after school—and acknowledge that Wally can't sleep without you without suffering.

He stays curled around you all night, kisses you awake, big hand trailing from your waist to your hip as he nips the top knot of your spine and grinds his morning wood against your ass. God, you get him hard so easily, Wally sometimes thinks he should get checked out. You hum then sigh then turn in his arms, hook a leg over his and press yourself against him in exactly the right way.

Through half-lidded eyes, Wally gazes at you. Licks his lips as he rocks his hips slowly and watches your expression go from sleepsoft to wanting. You like how that feels baby? You want it inside you? And he kisses you deep and thorough, rolls you onto your back to fit between your legs, groans when one of your hands squeezes his ass through his boxer-briefs.

He needs to be inside you yesterday, loves how you feel, tight and wet and hot around him. Soft touches turn hard, light sweeps of lips turn to teeth and tongue and fresh bruises on your neck. Wally loves to taste you first, to prolong his pleasure by giving you yours, his tongue delving into you and sucking your clit gently; deliriously slow because he can't get enough.

It's not until you're begging him so pretty for his cock that he finally lets himself fuck into you, so hard and sensitive his brain explodes upon fitting deep inside you on the first thrust. A refrain of fuck, yes and oh God baby, you feel so good fills the room—sorry Rodney—the headboard smacking against the wall in time with Wally's hips. Throughout, Wally holds you like something precious, kisses you like salvation, breathes you in like he can't live without you.

He makes sure you come first before he even thinks about letting go, the sensation of you shaking apart around him ripping his own release right from his core. Wally licks into your mouth, moans like a beast, and then, one two three more stunted thrusts and he goes still. Hazy eyes hold yours and you can see the depth of his emotion for you. At least, he hopes so. How he'll treasure you forever. He'll never love anyone as much as he loves you. That's a promise and a threat and he smiles a lazy smile at you as you begin to giggle.

"What's so funny, baby?" Wally nudges your cheek with his nose.

"Nothing, I promise, I'm just...really happy." You tell him and he moans in delight.

"You don't feel suffocated or claustrophobic like Rhonda said you would?" Wally asks, a little insecure. Okay, a lot insecure, even if he doesn't usually feel that way about how reliant he is on your proximity. You've never given him a reason to feel anything but safe and happy and loved, but still. Rhonda knows how to hit bone even when she means well.

You shift, forcing Wally to look at you, your hands cradling his jaw, "Never. I will never, ever want this, us, to be anything but exactly how it is. I love having you all over me."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." And you grin, a warm little thing, "I like sharing everything with you. It's nice. My very own witness to my life."

Wally kisses you again, another slow, deep, sentimental gesture; everything he feels poured into it, before he settles down on top of you, careful not to crush you, his head above your breasts and his eyes fluttering closed. Relaxed. Sated. Safe.

Wally Clark's love language is physical touch, and, in this second chance at life, he's profoundly grateful to have found someone fluent in it.

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How about Sovishu starting to fall for a powerful sorcerer from another world and tries to convince him not to leave.

Please... Stay...

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"What?" "I have finally the found the spell! I can finally go home!" Sovieshu was in shock, his eyes widened. Him going home? To his own world? But what about him? [Name] would just leave him here?

But he looked so happy, he can't really do anything about it. He doesn't want to seem selfish for asking [Name] to stay here. He had his own life back on his own world, his won family, friends.

But... he wants [Name] stay here, with him, by his side.

So, he smiled.

"Really?

He nodded happily. "But I need to take a few days to cast that spell, so I need to stay here." The happiness came back inside of Sovieshu, so it was going to take a few days for him to come back? Maybe in those few days, he can convince you to not go back to your own world.

But it would seem selfish for him to do so... no, it would be really, really selfish for him. Like just like earlier, [Name] had his own life back there.

Maybe he could, convince you? Change your mind about leaving? "I see, then. Do you need anything to help you with this journey?" "No, but I will ask if I ever need to."

-

So the past few days, when [Name] was working in his new spell, Sovieshu was spending more time with [Name] more than ever. It was noticeable to everyone on how Sovieshu liked the male.

Making sure to spend more time with the male ever than before, not wanting something as beautiful and magnificent as him to be gone by his side. Which after a few days, [Name] noticed the behavior with Sovieshu. He's not an idiot, it seems something was bothering Sovieshu after awhile.

So one day, he confronted Sovieshu about it when the two were alone.

"Your majesty... are you alright?" "Huh?" Sovieshu put down the teacup and looked at the male in shock. "Why do you ask?" [Name] put down the sweet treat on the plate. "You have been acting for a past few days lately, did something happened? You can always tell me." He said as Sovieshu face softened as he looked down on his lap.

His grip tighten on the handle of the cup. "I..." Sovieshu was struggling to get the words out of his mouth, not wanting to seem selfish but asking [Name] to not go back.

"I... please..." Sovieshu looked back at the sorcerer with teary eyes, surprising the other male. "Your majesty?" "Please... don't leave... stay here with me." [Name] was in shock and speechless, not wanting to make everything much more worse. Sovieshu then stood up and walked towards him and kneeled down, shocking [Name] in the process.

"Your majesty!" He said as he tried to stood up but got sat back in his own chair as Sovieshu kneeled by him and held his hand with tears coming out. "Please... please please please please please, stay here with me, don't leave me please.... don't leave me alone. I want you here by my side... please please please please..."

Sovieshu was pleading which broke [Name] heart, to see Sovieshu in such pain, he was basically crying his hearts out.

"Your majesty..." "Please... call me Sovieshu... I want to hear you call out my name.." [Name] softened and gently held Sovieshu face and wiped the tears away. "Sovieshu... but... I can't... I have life back in my own world..."

"I know... I know..." He took a deep sigh and kissed Sovieshu forehead which made Sovieshu eyes widened, [Name] looked back with a smile. "Sovieshu... as I much I liked to spend time with you and stay here, but I have friends and family back home, they are waiting for me..." Sovieshu leaned against [Name] hands.

"Then... please during these last days we have, I want to spend it more time with you. Spend the nights with you, please." "... Alright."

-

So, just like with what Sovieshu had said. The two spend more time with each other before [Name] gets back to his own world.

Spending the nights with each other embrace, enjoying each other warmth, sharing the love full night. They were both enjoying it, but they knew, it wouldn't last long.

But for [Name], he was now having troubles whether or not he should come home or not. But then though of something, maybe there was a spell that could make him cross between worlds? That could work, maybe he could tweek the spell that he has now. Yeah, that could work.

-

"Just one last kiss.... please.." [Name] chuckled and leaned down/up to kiss the male on the lips. "Bye..." Sovieshu said as [Name] smiled and kissed his forehead. "See you soon."

He walked away as Sovieshu wondered on what [Name] had said but didn't question it as [Name] waved to him and went inside the portal as it closed behind him.

Tears started to flood down as Sovieshu bawled his eyes out and kneeled down on the ground, trying to comfort himself, knowing he won't ever see his beloved ever again.

The past few days ever since [Name] departure, Sovieshu had been cooped up in his room all day which worried everyone, seeing their Emperor this depressed. Everyone came to get the Emperor out of his room, even Navier after hearing her childhood friend had been in a depressed state but she couldn't get him out of his room.

Navier sighed as Heinrey looked worriedly at the door that was Sovieshu room on the other side, he looked at his wife. "What are we going to do?" He asked as Navier looked at him. "I don't know, but we'll keep trying until we managed to get him out of there." Heinrey nodded, as a servant came running to them. "What is it?" "Something happened down at the secret stellar!" He sighed as he solemnly looked out the window, the beautiful sunset staring right back at him.

No matter what he could do, he could never get [Name] out of his mind. He was stuck inside of his mind forever. Another tear slip through as he wiped it away.

Then a knock was heard.

"Please... leave me alone at the moment." Nothing was hear as Soviehsu assumed they went away, but then someone appeared right in front of him. He cursed in his mind for not noticing them opened the door, he angrily looked up at the person who dared to enter his room. "Look, I told you..." Sovieshu face contorted into shock as [Name] smiled. "Is that how you are going to greet your boyfriend, your majesty?" Sovieshu embraced the male as he started to cry out as [Name] softly smiled and returned the embraced adn kissed his forehead.

"You're back." "I'm back."

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"Taehun." He looked up as his face soften after seeing [Name] stood there worriedly, he let go of them and walked towards [Name] and hugged them. "What are you doing here? You should be sleeping.." [Name] snuggled their face on Taehun neck/chest.

"You know that I can't sleep without you..." Taehun face flushed red, as he inhaled. Can't help but coo at his partner cute sleep face. "What are you even doing here anyway?" [Name] pulled away.

"Just taking care of some trash." They hummed as they saw the bloody and beaten look on their face, [Name] chuckled and kissed Taehun face. "Did you get jealous?" They asked as Taehun pouted and looked to the side.

"Of course I did, they think that they had a chance with you." [Name] chuckled and kissed his cheek, they found it really endearing at how Taehun usually acts when he's jealous. They then looked back at the body and smirked.

"Well, finished up okay? I'll be waiting." [Name] said as Taehun nodded as [Name] walked upstairs, Taehun then looked back at the body which was now waking up.

"Well, well. Looks like I have to finish early now, my dear [Name] is waiting for me." -

"[Name]~" Taehun said opening the door to see [Name] looking at their phone.

"Taehun, come here!" He crawled on the bed and laid down beside [Name] and wrap his arms around [Name]. "Did you wait too long?" They shook their head as Taehun sigh in relief. "Did you have trouble?" Taehun shook his head. "No, it was quite easy." [Name] nodded and laid down and wrapped their arms around Taehun.

"Goodnight Taehun..." "Goodnight [Name]." He said as he kissed their forehead and caress their hair so lovingly.

"I love you..."

Lookism Duke walking in on his crush when she thinks she’s alone in the class and she’s doing her makeup and he hears her say to herself “If I get more pretty, do you think Duke will like me?” Pls

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Duke walked down the hallway, just finishing off cleaning the room. Daniel already went home an hour ago so Duke decided to go home by himself, but when he was walking by a certain room. He hard someone mumbling to themselves.

He stopped and peaked his head through the door, there he saw [Name] sitting all alone. Duke didn't know why [Name] was sitting all alone in the room by herself, since everyone had already left except for some students for extra curricular activities and teachers.

When he was about to call out to her, he stopped.

"Ah... maybe this makeup look is not a great way to catch Duke attention..." Duke was surprised to say the least, [Name] [L.Name], considered to be the most prettiest girl in the entire school, was saying that.

He was really surprised to say the least. "You know you don't have to put on that makeup [Name]."

Never in [Name] life whip her head so fast, her face was flushed red as she stood up from her seat.

"D-Duke?!" He entered the room as [Name] was stuttering, trying to explain herself but Duke caught her off.

"You don't have to..." "N-No! You probably think that..." [Name] trailed off as she looked down on the ground as she thought over the words that people had told her, that she likes Duke.

"Wow! Really? PFFT-" "Are you serious?! Don't you have no taste?" "You only like him because he's famous, right?" "Is it because he's a famous rapper, making millions of WON?" [Name] bit her lip as tears threatened to spill out but wiped them away.

"I don't like you because of your status and fame." Duke was taken it back but was still skeptical. "How can I trust you?" [Name] took something out of her bag and gave him a letter, Duke knew it was a familiar letter.

It was the same letter he received two months after being into the school, he quickly looked back at [Name] who was blushing red.

"I'm pretty sure, you know about this letter. I have been the one sending you this letter for the past few months." Duke was just speechless in all honesty, he never expected a confession from [Name] herself.

"I promise... I am not lying about my feelings for you." Duke then looked back at the letter and then at [Name].

"Can... can I think about it...?" "Sure, however long you want."

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"I'm home dear."

Eugene called out as he opened the door and took off his shoes and closed the door behind him, he walked through the hallway and into living room and saw his beloved sitting by the window.

Looking through the window while the TV plays in the background, Eugene smiled as he approached them and sat beside them. They flinched and looked beside them. "Oh... Eugene, welcome home." [Name] empty said as Eugene smiled and kissed their forehead.

"What did you throughout the day?" He asked as he leaned against them as they looked back at the TV, while [Name] was listing off the things they did throughout the entire day as Eugene hummed and nodded.

"And... yeah, that was it. But what do you want for dinner?" [Name] asked as they stood up to go to the kitchen to cook dinner for the both of them, Eugene stood up and followed behind. "How about some chicken stew?" Eugene offered as [Name] nodded and took out the ingredients and stuff, and while [Name] was cooking dinner for the both of them.

Eugene then saw a paper bag from Louis Vuitton, his eyes darkened since [Name] never mentioned going out of the house nor a notification that [Name] had spend his money, so now he was wondering on who got this for his beloved.

"Hey... [Name]..." They flinched when they heard their name being called out by Eugene especially when Eugene was not using their nickname, they slowly turned around. "What is it?" [Name] asked.

"Where did you get this?" He said while pointing at the paper bag, [Name] took a deep breath. "Oh... Samuel came by earlier and gave this to me...." [Name] said as they put down the knife and walked towards Eugene and held his arm. "But he said it was just a birthday gift, it doesn't mean anything." [Name] said with evident fear in their voices.

Eugene looked down/up at them and held their face. "Oh darling, I know. Don't worry dear, I'm just wondering on why you didn't mention it to me earlier." Eugene said as [Name] looked down.

"I'm sorry, it slipped my mind." The male chuckled and kissed their forehead. "That's alright, as you long you weren't hiding it from me." Eugene said as their grip tighten on his arm. "How about you continue cooking our dinner love." Eugene said as they nodded and walked off.

He took the bag and throw it on the trash can., knowing he can just buy another for his beloved.

"Useless."

-

"Love." Eugene called out to his partner who was changing their clothing. "What is it?" [Name] asked as they looked at him. "What do you want to do for your birthday? We can go wherever you like." [Name] face lightened up after hearing that, they looked at Eugene in shocked making him chuckle.

"Well?" There was already an idea in their head as they looked down, having a feeling that Eugene will reject it but it doesn't hurt to try? Right?

"I... wanna.." "Hmm?" "I wanna go and see my family." The atmosphere became tense in the room, as Eugene face darkened while still keeping his famous smile. [Name] hurried over to Eugene and kneeled down.

"Please... just this once Eugene... I want to see my family. I want to see how they're doing, please, please." [Name] pleaded as they felt tears coming out of their eyes, while Eugene just looked down on the kneeling figure.

[Name] 'please' were the only thing heard throughout the room as Eugene was not answering, making [Name] desperate, wanting to see their family once again.

"Do you mean the family that you grew up with... or the family that you founded?" Eugene coldly asked as [Name] looked up with tears in their eyes which did not faze Eugene one bit. "I know how your family was abusive, so obviously you don't want to see them again but... I guess... it's Hostel?" Eugene said as [Name] nodded hurriedly.

.....

"Hehehehe." Eugene chuckled as he shook his head as [Name] eyes widened. "No, of course not. We already talked about it [Nam]-" Eugene was cut off.

"Please! Just this once! I beg of you! Eugene, please! Just this once and never again!" [Name] pleaded as Eugene's dark cold eyes just stared at them, watching them plead and plead over and over again. He sighed as he caress their cheek and wiped the tears away.

"No, and that's my final answer." Eugene said as [Name] was heartbroken as they broke down while Eugene comfort them.

"Don't worry, we can still do other things for your birthday." "Bu- But hicc hicc this i-is-"

"Shhh.... it's alright. Just tell me what you want to do tomorrow."

Yandere Jake with reader who’s kinda into it? Like he’s off saying yandere stuff and reader grabs him by the collar and is like “I might just fall for you”🤭

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Jake gritted his teeth as he watched a man flirt with [Name] who looked bored, he wanted to kill him so badly but the thought of [Name] being scared of them was something that he couldn't live with.

But then something happened that Jake couldn't believe, the man had asked [Name] out on a date and they agreed!

That set Jake off and made his blood boil so heavily, what was something about that guy anyway?! Why did [Name] agree to their invitation?!

He gritted his teeth as he walked away.

-

"Ugh!" The man yelled out as Jake stomped on his stomach while [Name[ watched on the sideline.

Jake greeted the two when they were walking through the alleyway, he caught them by surprise as the man couldn't even do anything right now but take as Jake stomped on him to death.

It went on for awhile and Jake only stopped when the man wasn't even breathing anymore, he back off and pushed his hair back and looked at [Name] with a sinister smile with some blood on his face.

"Oh [Name]..." He sweetly said as he walked towards [Name] and held their face and went close to it. "I'm so sorry you had to see that, my dear [Name]." Jake said as his thumb caressed their cheek. "But... now that you've seen this, I can't truly let you go right now." He said and was about to knock [Name] out but stopped when he felt [Name] hand on top of his.

Jake fully looked at [Name] face and was taken aback by their expression, they had a huge blush on their face with a daze lovesick expression. "You truly won't?" They asked as Jake blushed at how [Name] looks like.

Then all of a sudden, [Name] pulled him down/up to their level. Jake was just shocked in all honesty, he was not expecting this at all but he would be lying to himself to say that he doesn't enjoy this as he smirked. "Well, well, I didn't expect this from you." Jake said as he cupped [Name] face.

"I was just waiting for someone... you're just exactly my type." They said as Jake chuckled. "Hot, crazy and just maddening." [Name] said as they let go of his collar and hid their face against neck.

"So... you are not weirded out?" "No, I'm kinda into it, really." [Name] said as Jake felt satisfied. "So, you want to go on a date right now?" Jake asked as he felt [Name] nodded, he smiled and caress their hair.

"But what should we do about the body?" [Name] asked. "You don't have to worry about that, for now. Let's go on our date." Jake said as they linked their arms together and walked away from the alleyway, while leaving the the body to rot there.

Hi! Please if you are taking request, can you do a yandere daniel park from lookism x reader?

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[Name]... was just so addictive that Daniel can't help himself but get addicted to them.

The way they smiled, the way they talked, the way they laughed, everything about them is addictive.

Daniel wanted [Name].

No, he needed [Name].

He needed them so bad that he can't help but think of violent thoughts whenever someone was close to [Name], wanting to push them away from them because they were going to affected by their dirtiness, they were going to corrupt them.

Take them away from him.

Because, of course. [Name] is his, from the very beginning.

So of course, how did you think on how Daniel would react when he found out that [Name] already had a partner?

He didn't take it well, like I mean. Very well, he practically had a meltdown.

Daniel was already going on insane to keep you away from so many people, but now that [Name] has a partner? That brought Daniel to the edge.

He was cursing inside his mind, thinking of ways to get rid of their partner.

~

"It's alright... it's alright..."

[Name] cried against Daniel chest as the male comforted them. "I never thought... this would happen..." They mumbled as Daniel held them tighter. "It's alright." He said while trying to held back the smirk from appearing on his face.

"They didn't deserve you anyway [Name]." Daniel said wiping the tears away, mad at the fact that [Name] was crying for this person. "It'll will be alright..." He said as [Name] snuggle against Daniel chest.

What happened? Well, Daniel made it seem like [Name] ex-partner had cheated on them, when in reality, they didn't. Daniel had enjoyed the heartbroken look on R/N face. But on his beloved? Not so much.

"You shouldn't cry over that jerk, your tears are not worth it for him." He said as [Name] tried to calm their breathing down.

"I-I'm sorry Dan-Daniel... it-it just... hurts so much..." They said as Daniel frowned and wipe the incoming tears away. "Don't worry, I'm always beside you." Daniel said as they nodded.

"I'm sure, you'll find someone better. And I mean, much more better than them."

Daniel said while subtly emphasizing the much more better part, he felt them nodding as he cooed. "I promise." He said.

Daniel will do whatever it takes to make sure [Name] is his, not matter what. He'll have to keep [Name] single no matter what, since they are waiting for that day that [Name] will come to him.

But if that doesn't happen well, there are other ways to make [Name] his

Hello Please if you are still writing for Lookism, can I ask for oneshot with Daniel Park, where Fem reader is a girl who is not quite average in beauty and is basically intimidated by the pretty girls. And reader secretly is a famous virtual singer and they end up finding out, listening to her sing or recording on her cell phone a new song, in addition to having physical similarities with the virtual singer! (The inspiration for this request is the movie Belle and the song Gales of Song.)

Thank you for your attention and drink water!

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V/N means Virtual Name.

I hope you like this, my brain is rotting right now,

There was one word that can describe [Name], that was normal, she was someone that fit behind the background, someone that doesn't stand out so much.

So no one wouldn't really think that she was the voice behind the most famous virtual singer in South Korea, V/N, since she was an average looker and nothing stands out about her. And she doesn't sing that much, making no one know she's a good singer at that.

And Daniel, is a fan of V/N. listening to her songs, comforts him a lot. Especially when he's having a bad day, being pushed around, beaten up but V/N, songs comforts him a lot. He would always follow whatever V/N updates, and wishes he could have tickets to go to her concerts but they were too expensive anyway.

But after Daniel became friends [Name], thanks to Duke, he noticed the two were a little similar. Physical? Not really since V/N is a virtual singer who has the characteristics of an anime character, but the voice? Absolutely.

Whenever [Name] was talking, it was the same as V/N, but Daniel thought it was a coincidence but the more he observed, dots were started to connect.

[Name] behavior, V/N behavior. were the same.

To the way, [Name] laughs, nervous behavior and much more.

And the final nail to the coffin was when he heard [Name] singing alone by the rooftop, he heard how it was similar it was to V/N. And Daniel couldn't believe that V/N was right beside him, talking to him, laughing with him, being all casual with him.

After a few days, Daniel can't look at [Name] the same way again. Which worried [Name] for Daniel behaviour.

"Hey Duke..." "What is it?" [Name] looked down at the ground, while scratching the side of her arm. "Do... do you think Daniel.. hates me?" [Name] asked as Duke's eyes widened at what [Name] said. "What makes you think of that?" Duke asked as the girl frowned.

"He can't look at me straight in the eyes anymore, he avoids me like a plague... and every time I try to talk to him, he walks away with some excuse." [Name] said as tears started to gather on her eyes, making Duke panic.

"And it hurts a lot..." [Name] said as Duke held her hand, comforting her. "Don't worry, I'm sure he doesn't hate you [Name]." He said as [Name] sniffled.

Duke knew [Name] has feelings for Daniel so for the male to suddenly act like this, of course it's going to hurt to [Name] lot when her crush suddenly acts like this to her.

"Don't worry, I'll go and talk to him." He said as [Name] nodded.

School ended, as Duke went to Daniel classroom, the black haired male notice his friend and walked up to him. "Hey Duke! Want to walk home together?" Daniel asked.

"Daniel, can we talk?" "Uh sure.." The two were now alone in the middle of the hallway, everyone had already left as well as [Name]. "Um... what do you want to talk about Duke?" Daniel asked as Duke looked at him a straight face.

"Why have you been avoiding [Name] lately?" Duke asked as Daniel was caught off guard, he looked down on the ground as he wasn't sure if he should tell Duke about it since it was [Name] privacy and he doesn't have the right to tell others about it.

"So?" "Um... I don't know if I should tell you..." "About what?" Daniel looked to the side as Duke sighed. "[Name]... is upset at the fact that you have been ignoring her.. you know..?" He said as Daniel gulped as he felt bad for doing those to [Name]. "She consider you as a friend and you can't just... ignore her you know?" Duke said as Daniel sighed and nodded.

"I know..." "Then why...?" "I can't tell you, I don't have the right to anyway.." Duke took the words and dissect on what it meant and a light bulb appeared. "Wait... do you know of [Name] secret?" He asked as Daniel looked at him. "Huh?" "Her being V/N." Daniel was quiet before nodding his head, making Duke sigh. Glad that it wasn't because of some hateful stuff and other stuff. "Yeah, I do. I overheard her singing in the rooftop a few days ago." He said as Duke nodded. "Alright, but you have to apologize to [Name]. You really made her sad, you know?" "I know, and I will." ~

"I apologize a lot, [Name]."

Daniel said as he bowed down, [Name] flinched and walked towards the boy. "I-It's alright Daniel! Please stood up straight." [Name] said while pushing Daniel shoulders up.

"Are you sure? I was doing a jerk move to you." "No, it's alright Daniel. I'm just glad that you finally talked to me and didn't hate me." She said as Daniel nodded but then [Name] blushed as she looked down at the ground. "But I can't believe you found out that I am V/N." [Name] said as Daniel chuckled.

"Sorry.. I didn't mean to intrude." "No, don't worry." "But.." Daniel said as [Name] looked at him. "C-Can I he-hear you sing?" He asked as the girl blushed harder and looked away. "I..." "Don't worry, I love your voice [Name]. I've... I've been a fan of you actually." Daniel said as [Name] looked at him. "B-But if you don't want to, then that's fine!" Daniel said not wanting to make uncomfortable at all.

"Someday... maybe I will." "Alright."

"But..." [Name] said as she walked towards Daniel and held out her pinkie. "You promise you won't tell anyone?" [Name] said as Daniel nodded and intertwined their pinkies together.

"It won't, it's our little secret."

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What I will write:

Female readers, male reader, gender neutral readers trans reader and etc.

Fluff and angst, it can either be platonic or romance,

Head cannons.

Scenarios.

What I won’t write:

P*dophile, r*pe and inc*st.

Dark Content.

Smut.

Characters from shows or webtoons that I haven’t seen yet.

Character x Character.

Huge age gap (It’s alright if the character or reader is 20 above)

NSFW.

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Please be specific about the reader’s gender when requesting as well as the plot of the oneshot.

I will not make exception.

If you are curious about something that I haven’t address here, feel free to ask me.

Fandoms:

Lookism.

Viral Hit/How To Fight.

Get Schooled

The Remarried Empress.

Miraculous Ladybug (haven’t finished watching it yet)

Jujutsu Kaisen.

Black Clover.

The Rising of the Shield Hero.

Fairy Tail.

Sk8 the Infinity

Yandere Simulator.

Men of the Harem.

Manager Kim.

Haikyuu!!

Questism/Quest Supremacy

Study Group

The Disastrous life of Saiki K

Gakuen Babysitters

Moon Knight (Mind you, I have only seen the series.)

My Hero Academia

Marry My Husband

Welcome Home (I am not joking, I am serious)

IRL Quest/Reality Quest

Ever After HIgh.

Spider Man Into/Across the Spiderverse

This page will be updated if something happens.

📬 Old-fashioned (✒︎ on Ao3)

IwaOi | Post-Timeskip | LDR/Postcards | Teen Up | 1.7k One-Shot

It started soon after he moved into the flatshare. At first slowly—one per week, sometimes two. By now, they arrive almost every day. Postcards from Tooru.

A forgotten IwaOi one-shot that I recently re-discovered in my drafts folder. Also my first time attempting to make a graphic for my writing 👀 I hope you enjoy! Big thanks go out to @chasing-falafels and @aalphard for beta-reading this fic 💕

A Matter of Faith

Fandom: Haikyuu Type: One-Shot / Canon-compliant (Pre-Canon) Focus: Karasuno Ships: implied DaiSuga Rating: General / Teen and Up

Summary: The Volleyball Club is facing difficult times and really needs new members - Fortunately: Kiyoko has a plan, Tanaka and Nishinoya are faithful, Daichi exists, Suga has his fun, Asahi is not concerned for once, and Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita are roasting marshmallows in the fire.

Or: "The story of Sawamura Daichi's personal demise"

Read on Ao3 here -> A Matter of Faith

SURPRISE SHAWTYYY

secondest one shot ever. echo's been growing on me recently icl y'all.

Brake Check

gif credit :)

rating/cw: teen, irl swears/star wars swearing, vague mentions of drugs, canon violence

3.6k words, gender neutral pronouns, zero use of y/n

i might keep this one going if i think up anything else. may or may not be based on my experiences at my own gig.

reblogs are always appreciated :)

The sun shone fiercely over the city, baking the industrial landscape in amber and gold. It was the closest that the durasteel and brick would ever get to being a part of nature, and in a way, the old buildings seemed thankful. Thankful to be unmoving against the planet’s own turmoil. To stand straight, stiff, and unforgiving against the gales that whipped through the streets like wind tunnels.

You very much wish you could be a building right now.

Contrasting to your surroundings, you were very much bothered by the sun in your eyes and wind in your hair. You squinted and kept a hand over your eyes as you puttered through the streets, gauging movement and distance by the tiled stonework on the ground. Your hair whipped at the corners of your face, always just out of reach when you went to swipe them away, giving way to a mood that the sun beating down on your neck was not helping.

Just a few more paces, a lock, and an alarm. You thought to yourself, mentally calibrating for the tasks following.

You were opening your store. At least, that’s what you’d tell anyone if they bothered asking. In reality, you were opening a store you were hired to manage. You were hired as a friendly, trustworthy face that was more or less just responsible for making sure nothing got stolen. The real owner, on the other hand, rarely could bother to make an appearance. So, by all customer accounts, it’s your store. The thought of this brought warmth to your chest.

Pride, albeit in fake ownership, but pride in your work nonetheless.

You found yourself at the front of the store. Large, ornate marble slabs stacked up to the door. Marble steps that were once a hallmark of the city, that dotted every home, now lay cracked, chipped, and closer to oyster gray than marble white.

You trudged to the front glass door. Opening it with a whine, the door found purchase on your hip as you flipped the plastic door sign to “Open”. You glance over at the keypad, and punch in your door code - 0501.

Immediately upon stepping into the small, darkened room, you’re greeted with shrill chirps. The piercing tones shot through the still air and bounced off the walls.

“Yeah yeah, I know, I’m coming.” You gripe, talking to the ancient security system that by no means would actually respond. You walk towards the corner of the small shop, eyeing a white panel with a dimly lit green screen. You grimace as you punch in your security code, trying not to become overstimulated by the alarm.

“Disarmed. Ready to arm.” A feminine robotic voice declares, and you hum in content as you turn around and begin to open up your store.

Flip those lights, plug that in, unlock the window guard, count the cash.

The mental list flashed through your mind, though it was almost immediately pushed out by a myriad of other thoughts. Your mind was abuzz, just like any other day. You glanced around at the small, cramped storefront. Your eyes raked the shelves, not looking for anything in particular, simply cataloging with your eyes. Your store sold mainly spaceship parts, among other things; though judging by the dust collecting on the deflector shield projectors, you’d almost be led to believe that no one on the planet had even scraped the sky.

You rounded a counter to make way to the register. The counter was an upside down L-shape, clear glass panes encasing a durasteel frame with sliding doors on the seller side. A smaller, similar-yet-straight case sat parallel on the right, making a perfect little square entrance for you to swing around. Such large display pieces seemed comically out of place in the small store front, as they essentially divided the room in half. Inside, the three rows that spanned the length of each side of the L were cluttered. Cluttered with trinkets that toppled over one another, as well as a handful of dubiously legal recreational products and their respective accessories. Those, along with the cigarettes in cartons behind you, were probably the only reason the lights above you were even on, albeit flickering occasionally and making a rather unfortunate buzz. You shook your head, and unlocked the small, dingy cash register in front of you.

Methodically counting cash, your eyes wandered to the bay window at the front of the store. Outside of it laid sun-bleached stone streets, with few inhabitants venturing out this early in the morning. Those that did, moved sluggishly from the heat or in a feeble attempt to resist it. Most of them looked familiar, usually having come in and bought something in the past. Or the odd few who follow a stricter morning routine than you do, seeing them stroll by every morning since you’d arrived however many cycles ago.

Same old, same old, huh? You thought to yourself. Monotony creeps up on the best of us, I suppose. You silently laugh to yourself, a quick huff of air leaving your nose.

As if the universe was listening in on your internal monologue, a speeder comes careening down the block, the engine body screaming as the bike chewed through the brake disks like meringue. Atop this banshee was a young girl, cream blonde hair whipping behind her as she screamed with delight. You had hoped it was delight at least, though you’d never heard someone giggling with fear. Immediately following her was another speeder, albeit in much less disarray and in much more control. The pilot was a tall, slender, pale man with some form of plating on his head, covering his ears.

“Omega, you HAVE to brake before you turn, you can’t just hit every corner like Tech does!” The man called out, though it was muffled from the glass.

You placed the cash back in the register and paced towards the door. Curiosity was your main driving factor, although if something happened to a child and you didn’t do anything… Well, you were sure your brain wouldn’t let you live it down.

You cracked the large door and peered out through the smaller glass door in front of it. You breathed out in relief, not realizing you were holding it in, as you saw the girl almost entirely unharmed.

“Echo, I’m fine! Plus, you said it yourself before we grabbed them that they looked like ‘hunks of junk’.” The girl made air quotes at her companion to emphasize her point. He, presumably named Echo, sighs in response, barely audible through the door but recognizable by the way his shoulders slumped. You couldn’t see it, as his back was to you, but the clone took his one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Wait, one hand?

You had seen your fair share of clones, both on your home planet and where you now found yourself. However, with his back to you, and with your eyes zeroing in on his scomp, you were none the wiser of the man outside your shop’s origins, other than his name probably being Echo.

The girl, which you assumed was named Omega, noticed you standing in your doorway.

“Maybe we can ask them for help” She spoke aloud, looking past her companion to look directly at you. You respond in part by opening the door and poking your head out.

“So, you crash in front of stores often?” You call out to the girl, smiling softly. Her companion turns around at the sound of your voice.

Hello there.

The man, now recognizable to you as a clone, was much more muscular than you had anticipated. With broad shoulders causing his pauldrons to peek out just a hair more. His hair was a buzz cut, the deep blue-black hue of his just-barely-there hair contrasting against his pale skin.

He waved his hand at you.

“I’m trying to not let her make it a habit but someone was recently taught what drifting was. Do you happen to sell speeder parts?” He punctuated his statement with a playful jab to the girl’s ribs, which elicited a giggle.

“As long as you don’t mind wiping dust off of them, I’m sure I can find something for y’all.” You replied, and you stepped out on the porch to open the door and let the two in. They quickly followed suit and headed towards you.

“I’m Omega by the way, and this is my big brother Echo.” The girl chirped as she walked by.

You smiled and gave your name in response. “Pleasure, it’s been a while since I’ve had real customers”.

“What’s a real customer?” She said, spinning around to look back at you once she filed into the small room.

“Someone actually buying parts, instead of what’s in the case.” You reply, as you turn your back and begin parsing the shelves for speeder brake parts. Immediately you regret this decision.

“What’s in the case?” Omega piped, and before you can turn around her face is pressed to the glass, memorizing its contents.

“Oh!—Uh, adult stuff, Omega. You really shouldn’t worry about it.” You said sheepishly, and you began to walk over to try and find something else for her to look at, but before you could Echo interjects.

“They’re right Omega, you have no business with this kind of stuff. Let’s just focus on the parts we need so we can get back to the ship before too long” He says, before clasping her on the back. She huffs, but obliges and stands up.

“So I have the parts you’re looking for, however the brakes come as a complete set. So you may end up with extras if you didn’t break the entire thing.” You explain, and waggle a box in the air.

“Judging by the sound when we came in, I’d imagine we’ll probably use the whole kit. I hope we don’t scare off too much foot traffic with the repairs.” Echo quipped, accompanied by a soft smile. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought the man was flirting with you.

“Foot traffic?” You fake gawk. “Ain’t from ‘round here huh?”

Echo chuckles, and his eyes shone a little bit lighter. The bright honey-brown was rather stark against his skin, making it even more difficult not to get lost in them. The normally-dull blue hue of the overhead plasma lights made them pop out a bit more now that you were inside.

“Well, in any case, we’ll be out front for a bit. Appreciate the help.” Echo nodded and began to take his leave with Omega in tow.

“Last I checked the sign out front didn’t say charity.” You spoke, holding back a laugh with your teeth on your bottom lip.

Echo stopped dead in his tracks, and paused for a moment to reflect on what you meant. He sighed when it finally dawned on him.

“My apologies. Omega, take this out front and start taking the speeder apart while I pay for this.” He handed the box to the girl, and she skipped out the door.

Echo walked up to the counter, albeit awkwardly. Like his hips were too heavy. That’s when you noticed his legs. Or rather lack thereof.

“The heat and humidity makes my joints lock up sometimes.” He stated, noting your staring. Your eyes went wide.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. I had only noticed your scomp earlier when we were outside.” You said quickly, trying to alleviate any awkwardness. You had just met the man, you weren’t trying to immediately make a handsome stranger hate you.

“It’s nothing new for me, though I did appreciate the lack of disgust in your face” He joked, self-deprecatingly.

Your eyebrows shot up, a mixture of quizzical and confused. “Everyone in the galaxy has or knows someone with augmentation at this point. What makes yours so gross?” You replied, emphasizing ‘gross’ with a sarcastic voice.

The man shrugged. “Most clones don’t look like me.”

You nodded. “Not exactly a GAR approved clone preset, I gather?”

“Sort of, I guess? I got placed with an experimental clone unit during the war, seeing as how I didn't fit in with the regs anymore.” He responded, now talking with his hands and relaxing his posture. You typed in the total for the engine kit into the register.

“Regs?” You ask, not looking up, but still very much invested in the conversation.

“Regular clones. The ‘approved presets’ as you called them. My unit is nothing of the sort, so I saddled up with them.” He replied with ease, while fishing into one of his waist bags for his credit pouch.

“I see. Well, your total’s gonna be 635 credits.” You chirp, looking up at Echo’s face, only to watch it drop.

“Six thirty five?” He half whispered, somehow going a shade paler. He had about 350 credits left in his pouch after the sorely needed supply run. However, if he couldn't fix the speeder, it wouldn’t matter.

Sensing his trepidation, and also using the moment to steal a few glances at how his biceps push against his armor with his arms crossed, you got an idea.

“Tell you what. Give me what you got, and I’ll smooth over the rest if you take me to dinner” You said in a joking tone, testing the waters.

Echo’s ears tinged pink and his cheeks warmed up at the thought. He pretended not to notice the way you sized him up when you met a few moments ago, but something about your attention on him at that moment made his stomach trip over itself. That feeling piqued his curiosity, but his response was laced with trepidation.

“I honestly don’t even know where we’d go. I’ve never been planetside here, and I’m sure you don’t want to eat the ration bars let alone smell what’s on the ship”

You shrugged. “Beats the stale air here. Plus for as many parts as I carry, I’ve never actually been on a ship.” You felt rather sheepish at your white lie, your eyes scanning the floor.

“The Marauder it is. What time were you thinking?” Echo asked. You couldn’t see it, but his fingers were twitching against his thigh, and the back of his neck was bright red. He hadn’t been on a date since he was still with the 501st, and even then it was usually a random one-off with someone he met at 79’s. By then the alcohol would be long gone and he would realize he’d spent the previous night with someone with bantha-shit for brains.

“Honestly? I could help you with repairs and we could head out. Not like I’d be missing out on any money.” You reply coolly, trying your best to have a ‘we can do whatever’ attitude as you leaned your weight onto one hip and cocked your head.

Inside, you were having ironically the same conundrum as Echo. You hadn’t been on a date in Force knows how long, your work clothes weren’t exactly date material, and holy kriff how did that actually work? You said it on a whim, ready to laugh it off to him and sob into your pillow about it later. Your brain had finally caught up to what you were up to, who you were now going on a date with, what you were doing, how you got there, and how his kid little sister wrecking outside your store was the best thing that could’ve happened.

“Are you gonna help me put this bike back together or are you two gonna flirt all day?!” A shrill voice called from outside.

Right, Omega, kriff.

Both you and Echo flinch and sigh at the sound of her voice. The temperature in the room also seemed to rise a few degrees, even if only for the two of you. You sigh, grabbing the credits Echo left on the counter and lock up the register. You make your way around the counter, and join him as he makes his way towards the door.

Once again faced with his back, your eyes wander down to where his hips meet his metal lower half. Somehow, his blacks tuck neatly into them, or maybe they’re clipped somewhere, you don’t know. You stifle a small laugh at the thought.

As you make your way outside, the thought crosses your mind of Echo’s legs having built in shirt fasteners. Then, before you can stop yourself, you let out a giggle at the thought of Echo having garters for his blacks underneath the armor and over his robotic legs.

Echo turns around at the sound. His eyebrow is raised quizzically, but his eyes betray him. He looks a little sad, worried that you’re laughing at him or Omega or their situation.

Noticing his composure change, you are now forced to have your queries answered.

“How do your blacks stay on if you don’t have them on your lower half? I thought it was like a jumpsuit?”

Echo was bewildered at the question. He cocked his head, and then settled on a response.

“They just .. fit? Like the shirt sits where it’s, supposed to? And it doesn’t move.” He shrugged, never having put much thought into it. “What about that made you laugh?”

“I imagined you having little garters or fasteners on the legs underneath.” You quietly replied, looking at the ground, mildly embarrassed.

Now it was Echo’s turn to laugh. His nose crinkled and he squeezed his eyes shut, and you made a mental note of the sound that came out of the sweet man’s mouth.

“Very funny. Echo can you please put this brake back on?” Omega piped up, exasperated. She loved her brother dearly and was very amused to see him interacting with you in such a manner, however she didn’t anticipate this would require her soloing her speeder rebuild.

“Sorry kiddo, I got you.” Echo crouched down and rested his hands on his knees, surveying what work Omega had done in his leave. She had actually finished about ¾ of the work, and Echo made a mental note to thank Tech profusely for his tutelage when they got back to the ship.

While he made quick work of what was left of the speeder, Omega busied herself with getting to know you. She plopped herself on your front stoop, and materialized some Mantell Mix from inside her jacket pocket. She threw a handful in her mouth, but before proceeding to chew she primed you with one of soon to be dozens of questions.

“Why’d you set up shop here?”

You frowned slightly, as there was no fun answer to this question. The Siege drove everyone off of Mandalore, if they survived. This planet just happened to be in the same section of The Rim and was taking refugees. Setting up a shop was never in the cards on your home world, but despite your utter lack of knowledge of retail, you relished the opportunity to do something different. Start completely anew. Though a part of you balked at sharing your past, this young girl seemed wiser than she let on and you enjoyed actually talking to someone outside of the usual “How are you” “Good, thanks” “Your total’s 45 credits” “Have a good day”. So, against your better judgment, you indulged her.

“Well, Mandalore doesn’t really exist, at least in its full capacity,” You sucked in your teeth. “And I didn’t trust that old Coruscanti freighter to leave the star system. Plus, the owner of the place doesn't like people too much and would rather just collect a paycheck.” You shrugged.

Upon mention of Mandalore, a thunk came from the speeder. Not loud enough to draw your attention over, thank Force, but enough to be heard. It was Echo dropping a tool. While Kamino wasn’t as much of a home to him as he imagined you would regard Mandalore, it was a similar weighty feeling. If all else failed, there was nowhere for either of you to go. There was no home. Sure, The Marauder and your little studio apartment were where the two of you resided, but that’s not where you’re from. Plus, it’s kind of difficult to compare a ship and a box room barely bigger than the storefront to an entire planet.

“This isn’t your store?” Omega replied, sensing it easier to focus on the latter half of your statement. You shook your head.

“For all intents and purposes, it’s mine. I run the day to day, order the products, harass people to actually get it delivered, everyone knows it’s me who runs it. But I don’t own it, no.”

Omega nodded in understanding, and was immediately buried in thought. Her dark brows knitted together as her brain formulated questions faster than she could ask. She nodded once more, seeming to have landed on a fitting one. But before she could ask, Echo piped up.

“The brakes are fixed up. We should be able to head back to the ship” Echo began to get up, but before he turned around he shot a question that you were dreading. Well, more of a statement.

“I thought you said you’ve never been on a ship?”

You gawked at him and then trained your eyes to the ground, suddenly very interested in the species of weeds that had taken hold in the cracks of the ground. You didn’t have any good excuses, and you’d already been caught in one lie.

“Got you to say ‘yes’ to the date, didn’t it?” You muttered weakly, knowing that this could very well end in him cursing you out and leaving you to your lonely little shop.

Echo sighed. He didn’t like lying, but the reason for it warmed his cheeks. He realized you just wanted an ‘in’. To hang out with him, of all people. He wasn’t used to someone, anyone, making that kind of effort to spend time with him.

“It did, though I’d have probably said yes otherwise.” It was his turn to reply coolly and pretend that his heart’s not in his throat for even uttering the words. He coughs in a feeble attempt to clear it. “Either way, are you two ready?”

You nodded and looked at Omega, who responded by excitedly getting up and hopping on her speeder. Echo walked a few feet, and grabbed his own by the handlebars. Before you could ask who you were riding with, he re-parked the bike in front of where you were standing so you could easily step off of the curb and onto the back.

“When’d you get smooth?” You chide, grabbing Echo’s shoulder for leverage as you kicked your leg over the side. Your feet found purchase above the altitude controls, gripping the cargo compartment with your legs to maintain balance. You brought your hands down and let them rest in your lap as Echo kicked over the ignition.

“Since I found a reason to be smooth.”

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hey wouldnt it be funny if i had an AO3 account, in 2024. hey wouldnt it be funny if i bookmarked a couple fics. hey wouldnt it be funny if i had a oneshot idea. hey wouldnt it be funny if that oneshots sitting in my notes app.

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