#platonic oneshot

[apollowhoo]

could you pleasee do a gravity falls one shot?

so basically Bill Cipher meets the youngest Pines member but they're like 3-4 years old. And basically Bill doesn't know how to react, he's all confused but also in awe. Make it fluff and i know it's going to be hard to write this as canon Bill Cipher so you can ignore if you want <33

Bill Cipher x Child!Reader (PLATONIC)

The forest surroundcing the Mystery Shack was quiet. Somewhere between dimensions, floating lazily, was Bill Cipher, his single eye half-lidded with boredom. His typical schemes to cause chaos were on hold, and for once, he was simply… existing.

That’s when he heard it—a soft giggle, light as a feather. Bill’s eye snapped open, immediately. There, standing among the wildflowers, was a small figure with messy hair, chubby cheeks, and a bright, curious gaze.

The youngest member of the Pines family.

His eye narrows slightly. A little kid, no older than three or four, was staring right up at him. Her tiny hands gripping a stuffed animal that seemed to be some kind of hybrid between a cat and a duck—perfectly nonsensical, just the way Bill liked things.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Bill floated closer, his voice carrying its usual sarcasm. “A little ankle-biter out all alone? Shouldn’t you be with your oh-so-boring family?”

The girl tilted her head, eyes wide and sparkling with the kind of innocence Bill found really weird. She didn't seemed scared. She suddenly reaches out, poking Bill with a tiny finger in pure curiosity.

Bill’s eye widened a little in surprise. Most people who encountered him would either scream, run, or try to strike some ridiculous bargain. But this little human? She just poked him like he was some new toy.

“Hey, hey! Hands off the merchandise!” Bill exclaimed. He wondered, why wasn’t she afraid? Why wasn’t she running? And why, in all his chaotic glory, did he find this child so… interesting?

The child giggled again, a bubbly sound that seemed to echo in Bill’s mind. She pointed at him with her free hand, her other continuing to clutching her stuffed toy close.

“Triangle!” she declared proudly, their voice high-pitched and filled with wonder.

Bill let out a bark of laughter, genuinely amused. “Oh, you’re a smart one, aren’t you? That’s right, kiddo. I’m a triangle, the best triangle you’ll ever meet. Got any other shapes in that little brain of yours?”

The kid smiled. They started babbling, half-formed words about god know what, pointing excitedly as if expecting Bill to just understand them. The demon was used to others feeling fear, but this… this innocent curiosity was something else.

“Alright, kid, slow down,” Bill said. “You think I can just whip up stars and moons like a party trick? You’re talking to Bill Cipher, not some street magician.”

For the first time in… well, forever, Bill felt utterly out of his element. He could outsmart the smartest, scare the toughest, and twist anyone around his finger, but this kid? She just saw him entertainig.

Bill hovered beside them, his eye following them every move. He had cought a small, harmless ball of light, flickering in and out of existence.

“Yeah, yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, kid,” Bill mumbled, though there was no more venom in his voice.

The girl just grinned, leaning her head against his triangular form as if he were just another friend, not a demon with a penchant for chaos. Bill let her, floating there quietly as the sun dipped lower in the sky.

For once, he wasn’t planning anything. No schemes, no deals, no manipulation. Just a strange, peaceful moment with a little human who saw him not as a threat .

And for reasons Bill couldn’t quite fathom, he didn’t mind it one bit.

[the-cannibal]

“Clicky papa!”

Predator/Yautja x (platonic) child! Reader

Summary: what happens when a small three year old child gets attached to a big killer alien?

Female reader - she/her and you is used

Yautja is male in this one - he is also unnamed so if you wanna imagine him as a specific Yautja or an oc feel free! :)

This is a platonic oneshot!

This is also very short, but I hope you like it anyway!

Warnings: Some violence and what not in the beginning, blood/gore

It was a simple job. One that he was going to get in and out quickly. The big alien let out a screech as he ripped open another human, blood splattering all across his armor and mask. He was surrounded by a field of pure gore as he continued his mission, a mission that we won't go in specifics as to what exactly it is. But to summarize it he had to kill people. A lot of people. Which wasn't out of the ordinary. Rapid foot steps came up behind him and before he knew it his precious mask was ripped off of his face and carelessly tossed to the side. The Yautja slowly looked down at the frightened human, who stood shaking as he realized the mistake he had made. "N-no please!" But before the poor human could make anymore pleas, the Yautja had sliced open its throat, watching as the body fell limp to the ground, twitching and pouring out blood. The strong alien quickly wiped down all his tools and was ready to leave the scene. That was until he felt someone tapping on his leg. "Boo!" The alien looked down to see a small human girl, around the same size as the young Yautja pups he sees running around his planet. The alien tilted his head in confusion, making a clicking noise with his mandibles as he picked up the girl to examine her. The child giggled and attempted to copy his noise, getting drool and spit down her chin, as she made grabby hands towards his dreadlocks. The Yautja couldn't keep the small smile from spreading across his face. He had to admit, they were quite adorable. But the smile quickly fell when he remembered what they were. A human... But they were so small! How could he harm such a thing? Looking down in his arms and seeing the child holding her fingers up to her face in an attempt to make her own mandibles, he knew he couldn't hurt her. And it wasn't like he could go find the humans that made said offspring. They were probably in the carnage that laid around them... "Clicky papa!" That made him freeze up. His eyes were wide in wonder and curiosity as he looked down at the giggling toddler in his arms. She really wasn't afraid of him, what's so ever. Which really surprised him. Every human he has ever come across scream in horror when they see him. They scream louder when his mask is off and they see his true face. But here he held a small human that called him papa.

"Clicky papa?" The child said confused. The big alien sighed, moving the child so they were resting their head on his shoulder. He made up his mind. She was now his pup, his child. He was going to take care of her, no matter what the other Yautja say. Climbing into his ship and getting ready to fly back home, he knew the risks he was taking. But one look down at the child in his arms, sound asleep with a gentle hand wrapped around one of his dreads, he knew he couldn't just leave them behind.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Hello, it's me again🤗 Thank you for the last one-shot💜🥰 I just love your writing and it made me really happy when I saw you did my request. Hope you don't mind me asking for another one, cause I'm going to😁

I would love to see headcanons and a one-shot (I need as much of your writing as possible) for Shadow living Wachowskich and the reader being perhaps their real child or cousin (platonic if possible). Mostly just fluff. You can also throw in some stuff about him and the others (would love that) Thank you so much🥰🥰🥰

“A New Friend”

“Pairing”: Movie Shadow the Hedgehog & Wachowski Reader (platonic)

Requested: Yes (by @grapegirlpoland , hello again!).

Description: You were used to weird anthropomorphic alien animals. So, why not add another one to the pile of friendship?

Notes: Eee more Movie Shadow! The boi deserves more love. I’ll post the headcanons separately after this! Hope you enjoy the oneshot in the process!

(Reader will be gender-neutral and will be human.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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You had come across him by complete accident.

You had been invited camping with your new parents, Tom and Maddie, though they were technically your uncle and aunt, which is how you referred to them.

The three of you, along with your alien siblings and friend, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy, were minding your own business, when you had decided to explore, wanting to get more firewood.

While collecting it, that’s when you saw him.

A hedgehog similar to Sonic, but with black and red colored quills, along with soft brown eyes.

He seemed quite injured.

Your mind thought back to that weird bracelet you had found in a crater, fishing it out of your bag.

The hedgehog notices you and his quills bristle up, and he looks like he’s about to book it, but you hold out the bracelet, and he stops.

You gesture it towards him, offering for him to take it.

He hesitates, but he reaches out and snatches it from your hand, attaching the bracelet to his left wrist.

“…Thank you,” you hear him mutter before he rushes off.

You blink a couple times. You hope you see him again.

And you did.

It was around Christmas time, and gifts had started appearing at the doorstep, always addressed to your Uncle Tom.

While setting out a little bowl of food for the neighborhood stray cat, you saw him again.

He seemed to be carrying a bouquet, with the different flowers of apology in it.

He seems better than the last time you saw him, but he appears to be shivering slightly from the cold.

“Hey, um…you can come inside if you want. It’s gonna get really cold out tonight,” you tell him.

His ears perk up, but he shakes his head.

“I’m not wanted there,” he mutters. “I hurt them all too much.”

“My offer still stands. If they bother you they can answer to me,” you state.

The hedgehog looks from side to side before going over to you.

“Fine. But don’t make me regret this,” he says.

You nod, opening the door with the hedgehog behind you, him clinging onto the back of your coat with one of his hands.

“Welcome back [Name]! It wasn’t too cold out there, was it?” your Aunt Maddie asks, but her face quickly becomes shocked seeing the hedgehog.

“Nope. I found a friend, though,” you say.

“[Name], sweetie, I know we’re used to alien hedgehogs and all, but-” Maddie starts, only for you to hold up your hand, stopping her.

“Do you see that bouquet?” you ask. “Those are the six flowers of apology. He’s clearly feeling bad for whatever he did. So please, give him a chance?”

Maddie lets out a sigh.

“Fine. But he stays in your room, okay?” Maddie requests.

You nod, leading the hedgehog along, and he sets the bouquet on the couch before following you.

Now, unlike your brothers and friend, you had your own room in the basement, with more than enough space for all of your stuff.

“Sorry if it’s cluttered. I haven’t finished unpacking yet,” you mention.

“Why are you being so nice to me,” the hedgehog mutters.

“Sonic always says that everyone deserves kindness,” you tell him. “And I believe him. You deserve kindness.”

“But I hurt Tom. I put him in the hospital. And you still say I deserve kindness?” the hedgehog asks.

“If you didn’t deserve kindness, you wouldn’t feel bad about it,” you tell him. “You wouldn’t be feeling the way you are now.”

The hedgehog goes quiet.

“Well, make yourself at home,” you say, sitting on your bed. “I half-expect one of my brothers to pop in at some point, so prepare yourself for that.”

The hedgehog nods, his gaze scouting the room.

“What’s your name, by the way?” you ask.

“…Shadow,” the hedgehog mutters.

“Cool. You can call me-”

“[Name]!” you hear your uncle call.

You let out a sigh, standing up.

“I’ll be back,” you tell him, leaving the basement.

As you expected, you got a bit of a lecture from your uncle, but he agreed with Maddie that you could keep Shadow in your room. Oh, and you were grounded for a week.

Sweet.

Whatever. Since you’re confined to your room you can start getting to know your new roommate.

Now that you’re fine with.

You could use a friend.

[osleeplessflowero]

Hi! I saw your post asking for requests, this is my first time asking so sorry if I break a rule just delete if it makes you uncomfortable. Can I get a platonic reader x bad sanses or star sanses? (Or whoever your want I'm not picky) maybe how the reader sees them as a brother or father figure? Thank you in advance!

you're totally fine anon! this is a great request!! :] let's see..i've done quite a few bad sanses oneshots previously, how about we show the star sanses some love? 🌸

CW: Light Emetophobia, Ink is known to throw up when he gets too excited! It only happens once and for a brief second.

It's a peaceful day in the corner of the Doodlesphere that Ink had placed the Star Sanses base in. You sit in your assigned room on your bed, playing one of your favorite games on your laptop. The lights from outside shine in through your window, imitating sunlight. It gives the room a nice, comforting feeling. It's peaceful for a little while, until Ink BURSTS into the room, leaning against the door and holding it shut. You raise a brow in confusion, lowering your headphones.

"Hello Ink." You greet him with a blank look, waiting for him to explain himself. He chuckles sheepishly, jolting when something begins hitting the door.

"Heeey, you! So, funny story.." Another thud. "I kiiinda made Berry mad at me and I need to take shelter here, is that cool?" He holds up his hands as if to pray, pleading with you. You raise your index finger to your chin, contemplating.

"What did you do to Berry to get him this mad? And where's Blue?"

"Blue's in his universe, he left Berry here because they were gonna talk about stuff. And uh..I may or may not have hit him with paint balloons. Bright, neon colored paint balloons."

"Ink, you dumbass-" You sigh, saving your game and closing your laptop. "You know not to provoke the kid."

"Okay, but in my defense, it was insanely funny." He snickers, moving a box of random things you own in front of the door and plopping down on your bed.

"You do realize that won't hold him for long, right?"

"Yeah, but I'll savor my freedom while I still have it. Soooo, what have you been up to? Haven't seen you a lot today." He lies upside down, looking up at you with the goofy grin he always has.

"Well, I was just playing my favorite game and chillin'. At least, up until you broke in." You poke his forehead, earning a chuckle from the skeleton.

"Hmmm..sounds like it would get kinda boring after a while." He rolls over, resting his chin between his hands. "You should come hang out with me, Dream's busy and Blue's gone."

"I mean, I could. But what would we do?"

"We..Huh." He blinks a few times, the small symbols in his eyesockets changing each time as he thinks. "How abouttt.. we go paint the outside of HQ? We could make a masterpiece!" He grins, sitting up with his legs crossed. "C'mon, what do you say?"

"Sounds pretty fun, Ink. But if you throw paint balloons as me as well I might have to kill you."

He laughs, giving you a playful nudge.

"Wait, so does that mean you'll actually join me?"

"Yeah, just let me change first-"

He grins wide, shaking you back and forth excitedly before pausing, running over to the nearest window. You wince as you hear him throw up a bunch of ink, letting it fall into the depths of the sphere before closing the window and leaning back in.

"This is gonna be great! C'mon!" He gently tugs your hand, before the door bursts open. You both freeze like deer in the headlights, looking down at the skeleton approaching.

Berry was a small fellow, much smaller than blue and having an overall cyan color scheme in comparison to Blue's calmer tones. A bandana with a large ribbon behind it is tied around his neck, his eyelights constantly being shaped like stars, where in comparison Blue's only occasionally do the same thing. At the moment, those eyelights have shrunk to mere pinpricks, as he holds up a comically large knife, pointing it in Ink's direction. He hides behind you, as if you were able to defend him. Gee, thanks Ink.

"INK- You Have Dared To Cross Me, And Now You Will PAY!" You can't help but snicker a little at how adorable the little guy looks, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Look, Berry, I said I'm sorry!" Ink struggles to hold in a laugh.

"You'll Be Sorry Alright, WHEN I GET YOU-" He charges forwards, but you interfere, grabbing his head. He struggles against you, swinging his arms to try to get to Ink.

"Now now, Berry, let's just cool it. Ink apologized, let's move on. You wanna come paint with us to make up for it?" You smile as the little skeleton perks up at that, making his blade disappear into his inventory.

"Really?! You Mean It?" He grins wide, his eyelights expanding to a much bigger size.

"Yeah! Right, Ink?" You turn to him, watching him nod before looking back. "Well, it's settled then."

You pause, hearing the sounds of shortcuts, before grinning and running into the living room. Blue and Dream seem to be having a casual conversation before realizing you're there, smiling towards you. Blue promptly runs over, picking you up and spinning you around.

"Ha Ha! I've Returned! Did You Miss Me?" Blue grins before putting you down, putting his hands on his hips.

"You know I did, Blue! How's Paps doing?" You tilt your head, genuinely curious. He chuckles at your reply.

"He's Doing Well! He Wanted Me To Give You A Small Bag Of Suckers That He'd Been Holding Onto, So Here You Go! Try Not To Go Through All Of It At Once, Okay? Sugar Rushes Are.. Scary." He briefly glances over at Berry, narrowing his eyes. You let out a laugh at that, putting the little bag he hands you into one of your pockets.

"Noted." You turn to Dream, who holds his arms out for you. You grin as you leap into his arms, embracing his warmth and the pleasant scents that surround him.

"Oh, I've missed you! How've you been doing while I've been away? Good, I hope? If not I'll have to give Ink a stern talking to." Dream glances at him from the side, earning a laugh from the more colorful skeleton.

"Don't worry, I've been alright. I've just been hanging out in my room, and I just split these two up from a fight." You point towards Berry and Ink, the former putting his knife away the moment he's spotted and smiling innocently.

"Goodness, Berry! What Did I Tell You About Having Knives In HQ?" Blue frowns, walking over and carefully taking the blade away from his shorter "cousin". "You Know Better."

"Sorry, Blue.." Berry pouts, crossing his arms. The taller skeleton pats his skull, smiling a bit.

"Just Be More Careful Next Time! You Don't Want To Hurt Anyone, Do You?"

Berry looks at Ink. "..Maybe."

"Berry! Bad!" Blue frowns again, poking the smaller skeleton's forehead as you finally let go of Ink.

"Me and Ink were just about to go outside and paint, if you'd like to join us. You guys don't have anything else to do today, right?" You offer, silently hoping they'll agree.

"I'd Love To Join In! It Could Be Good Exercise." Blue puts his hands on his hips in a hero-like manner, his cape swaying out behind him.

"I'd like to join, even if I just end up watching. Ooh! I could make some tea for everyone, how does that sound?" Dream smiles as everyone agrees with that idea, stepping into the kitchen to make some magic-based teas for everyone. He made sure to remember your favorite kind in advance.

Everyone moves outside, Ink stopping you a moment so he can use Broomy to paint a grassy area for you all to stand on, grabbing some paint cans he'd left beside the house and walking over to the first blank wall.

"Okay everybody, let's get started!" Ink grins, handing a smaller brush to you. You pause a second, realizing that due to getting caught up in your excitement you forgot to change into something you're okay with getting paint on.

"Wait a sec, I'll be right back." You run back inside to your room, changing hurriedly before rushing back outside. Ink paints a few step stools using Broomy so those who can't reach taller areas can use them, balancing on the large brush to paint patterns with smaller ones.

Berry jumps up onto Blue's shoulders, standing up on them so he can reach the upper areas thanks to the bigger skeleton's height. Blue doesn't seem to mind it all that much, instead focusing on what to paint outside of his room. Dream walks out and places down a yellow gingham blanket, then goes back inside to sit the teacups down where everyone can easily access them.

You stand outside your room, beginning to paint whatever comes into your head that relates to you somehow. You want to ensure that the space feels truly yours, so you put a lot of thought and care into each stroke. Of course, you could always just repaint later, but it's the thought that counts. Berry eventually runs out of ideas and goes to talk to Dream, so Blue takes the opportunity to paint a little bit beside you.

"So, how's adventuring been, Blue? Is it..everything you'd hoped?" You paint a little star pattern. He hums thoughtfully, completing a heart you'd forgotten to finish.

"I Suppose You Could Say That! It's Given Me A Lot Of Opportunities To Meet New People And Experience Other Worlds. But That Can Also Be Kinda Stressful..Especially When You Start Running Into Variations Of You That Are..Well.."

You both look over at Berry, who's currently zooming around a very confused and startled Dream in circles.

"Yeah..I don't know how I'd feel about seeing so many of Me. I mean, the three of you guys alone is a stretch. Imagine if all of the variants were in one place?"

"That Would Be Very Much So Impossible- Which Really Makes You Think..Just How Big Is The Multiverse? What Parts Of It Are So Closed Off, Even Ink Hasn't Seen Them? It's All So..So.."

"Mysterious?"

"Yeah! Exactly." He smiles at a little cutesy painting you made of him right below his window, looking as if he's holding it up. "But I Suppose That's How It's Always Been."

"I feel that. It makes me wonder if we've ever met before, in some other timeline. You think things would be much different?"

There's a short pause.

"Nah, I Don't Think It Would." He smiles, you share it. You continue painting side by side in peaceful silence, until you hear the sound of something splattering. Sharing a worried look, you turn back to see Dream looking down at the ground, a green paint balloon having hit his head. Ink is frozen like a deer in the headlights, and Berry is laughing hysterically.

"I- I am so sorry, Dream, I meant to hit him, not you--"

Dream looks up, an eyesocket twitching as he picks up one of the balloons Ink had left lying on the ground, throwing it and hitting him square in the face. Berry collapses, laughing even louder.

"Oh Dear, It Seems Ink's Declared War." Blue chuckles, laughing a little as he speaks, watching them begin to form more paint balloons to throw at each other. A devious grin crosses your face as you look back at him. His expression slowly shifts to a worried one. "Oh No. Don't- Do Not Even Think About It-"

"I'm joining in!" You pick up a balloon.

"Pick your side!" Ink grins, getting hit in the side of the head with a red balloon.

You shake your head. "Nah..I'm taking my own side!" You throw balloons at the both of them, before getting pelleted with them yourself. Blue huffs as he watches you, before going still when he feels a presence behind him.

"Nothing Personnel, Double." Berry grins, throwing a cyan balloon at Blue's back.

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN PHRASE IT RIGHT-" Blue sighs, joining in the battle. Paint balloons fly across the yard, splatting the walls as well as everyone laughs, having a great time. The commotion grows so great, even Error finds himself popping his head in from the Anti-Void, before closing up the portal to avoid a balloon to the face.

After a while, you each grow tired, huffing and raising up little white flags before drinking the tea that Dream brought out (that thankfully is somehow still warm, and paintless). You then turn to the walls, seeing a beautiful mess of color accompanying your art from earlier, smiling a bit at your collective handiwork.

"Y'know, I think it looks good like this." You hold up your hands like a camera, smiling.

"I think so too! Hey, you know what would fit?" Ink turns to Dream, seeing if he'll catch on.

"Oh! A picture!" Dream rushes to his room, grabbing his camera and running back out. Everyone stands in front of the wall together, grinning and posing. "Say cheeeese!"

"Cheeeese!"

Getting to spend so much time with the skeletons you both look up to and admire is an experience you wouldn't trade for anything in the multiverse. Anything at all.

"IIIII say..on this momentous occasion, we should all watch a movie. First one to fall asleep gets their face drawn on!" Ink holds up a washable marker menacingly.

"I've got coffee, you won't be getting me anytime soon." Dream grins, going inside to clean off the paint and change his clothes to wash them later. Blue follows after him to do the same.

"It'll probably be you first, Ink." You snicker, using a towel to get some fresh paint off of your face. He calls out after you as you start to head to the bathroom attached to your room. "NUH UH!"

"YUH HUH!" You shout back, going to take a warm shower to get all of the paint off of you.

An hour or two passes, and you find yourself building a strong pillow fort with Blue and Berry. Dream sits to your left, Blue to your right with Berry leaning on him, already looking pretty tuckered out. Ink observes everyone from his spot in front, eagerly waiting for the moment someone falls asleep.

Dream whispers to you as Blue looks through a selection of movies for you to watch together. "Did you have fun?"

You whisper back. "Yeah, I've had a lot of fun with you guys today. I love having peaceful moments like this..it's really nice. I really have to thank you guys for taking such good care of me lately..it means the world to me." You lean on him a bit, and he smiles as he places an arm around you.

"Of course. You're a very dear friend to us, never forget that we care for you. We'll always be here for you, no matter the circumstances."

You yawn a little, the comforting aura emitting from him making you feel safe enough to rest. "Thank you, Dream.."

"Careful." Ink grins like a cheshire cat, watching as your eyes begin to close. "There's still an active threat in the room." He says in a sing-song tone, waiting to attack.

"I'm gonna fucking Get You later."

"I'd like to see you tr-" Ink pauses mid-sentence when he sees that Berry's fallen asleep, grinning madly. "Well. Looks like you'll be spared after all."

"Oh boy." You snicker, the rest of your little group grinning amongst themselves as the movie begins. Ink claps his hands so the lights dim, sitting closer to you and relaxing on some pillows, giving commentary from time to time. Soon your eyes begin to close..those around you growing tired as well from a long day of adventuring.

It's peaceful for a while.. the perfect environment to relax.

..Until a portal opens.

"IIIIINK!"

"Ah fuck."

"Language!" Blue frowns as Ink stands up to go outside. Blue considers carrying your sleeping form to your room like he always does, but decides not to since Dream's already asleep with you. He'd rather not disturb you both, at least not until he needs Dream's aid..

Oh boy.

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

Lucifer x male reader (platonic) oneshot perhaps?

Of course <3 Prompt: Oneshot, Gonna make it father/son kinda Pronouns: He/him for reader! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

God...you had shit day, you got yelled at by your boss. someone drove through a puddle and SOAKED you. Not to mention so many weirdos. This day couldn't get any worse...you doubt it could get better...You walk into the newly fixed hotel. Then you smell a familiar scent. Pancakes? Waffles...Bacon...You're eyes dart up looking towards the kitchen area. As you make you way over you hear singing...who the fuck... "Hay kiddo!" Lucifer, he greats you with a smile, pulling off a pan from the stove walking over to you and giving you a hug, leaving you frozen in place. "Sooo how was work? My gosh you're soaked! What happened?" "I...got splashed...some asshole drove through a puddle...What the fuck are you doing?" You're confusion pretty obvious on your face. "Making breakfast for dinner! Charlie used to love that as a little girl! And well who doesn't love overly sweet flat cakes for dinner!" Lucifer jumps, " AH SHIT, the Bacon is burning!!" You let out a chuckle as you see the king of hell dart over to the over quickly putting on some duck gloves and pulling out a pan of semi burnt bacon. "Shoot. uh hay you know, I could use some help, how about to cool off from a shit day, you help me cook? I'm not the best. as you can probably tell." You nod and go grab an apron, maybe today can get better after all.

[rowiewritesstuff]

may I request platonic lmk red son x a demon reader who's overall more calm, composed and polite, (but still willing to support shenanigans, just properly planned ones),

perhaps more of a strategist? Thank you for reading this either way

Red Son X Demon Reader (Platonic)

You met Red Son when he broke into your temple. Red Son was looking for some ancient relic and he was willing to kill you to get it. He was surprised when you went to a large room, fished it out of a box, and threw it to him. 

“What? You’re just going to give it to me?” Red Son looked perplexed before grinning. “Of course you would! I’m powerful and terrifying, any low ranked demon as yourself would tremble before me.” 

Often Red Son went over with the excuse he wanted another relic. Something about you just soothed him. The two of you became best friends even though neither of you made it official. 

Red Son brought you to his home to show you all of the tech and plans he had. His room is a mess, papers and gadgets scattered around. You took it upon yourself to visit regularly to clean up. 

Demon Bull King walked in one time to see the two of you. He huffed at you but was glad his son was talking someone else’s ear off instead of his. You were polite enough and cleaned up after yourself, and that’s all he cared about.

Red Son was always talking about some new plan. Most of the time, you’d tell him how it wouldn’t work. Red Son always made sure to get your approval on a plan, knowing that you were more logical than he was at times. He made the tech, you helped with the plans. Most of the time your plans would go well, and the other times Red Son helped. 

The two of you made formidable foes to MK and his friends. You always apologize when Red Son destroys property or says something rude to them. Red Son got angry when you’d talk to MK, telling him not to talk to “MBDF” (My best demon friend). Red Son’s possessiveness got to be too much and you had to sit him down and talk to him about it, and eventually you made friends with MK and Mei. Red Son begrudgingly hung out with them as well and eventually Red Son stopped attacking MK all the time. 

No matter how many years pass, you’ll always be friends- and nothing will take that away.

[taska-rokanh]

Good Night (Platonic Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader)

As Obi-wan Kenobi's padawan, your life was never short on adventure. Unfortunately, that meant you were always short on sleep. You were pretty sure the bearded man could see that when he asked you to stay on the ship while he, Anakin, and Ahsoka went ahead on the recon mission.

You tried to stay awake, knowing that despite the low impact of the task, it was all too important when someone or something actually did try to take or destroy the ship.

You only closed your eyes for a moment, and when you opened them again, you were against Anakin's chest, being carried to the quarters that, for the time being, you were sharing with your fellow Padawan.

You mumbled something that was probably supposed to come out as, "Master?" It sounded more formless than that, you were sure.

"Shh," he said quietly. "Ahsoka's already asleep. I was trying not to wake you."

"Thanks," you whispered once he set you down, feeling the tension in your neck from falling asleep in your chair release.

"No problem, kid. Sweet dreams."

It was only a few minutes before you heard Obi-wan's light footsteps announce his presence.

He walked over to Ahsoka's bunk first, seeming to check her for injuries once again. The mission must've been more dangerous than they'd been expecting.

"Oh, Padawan," he gave a quiet sigh as he settled down by your bedside. "You know, sometimes I wonder if I go... too easy on you."

He thought you were already asleep.

"But, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm glad you weren't with us this time," Obi-wan whispered. "It was nothing serious, nothing to worry about now, but there was one moment, where Ahsoka--oh, my heart nearly stopped. I can't imagine what it would be like if I had both of you to be worrying about.

"And I know you'll have to be in danger plenty before this war is over... ha, Qui-gon would not have had a problem with this," he shook his head, laughing faintly at himself. "For Forcesake, I didn't even have this problem with Anakin. I wasn't raising him in the middle of a war."

He sighed again. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. This is something I have to figure out on my own," he rubbed a hand across his beard before leaning over and pressing a light kiss to your cheek. "Sleep well, my dear. See you in the morning."

[dan-the-womans-blog]

Title: Echoes of the Past

(Joel miller x platonic!gn!reader)

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The sky was overcast, a blanket of dull gray that seemed fitting for the world they lived in. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a constant reminder of the life they had lost twenty years ago. Joel Miller walked steadily, his eyes scanning the area with a vigilance honed from years of survival. Beside him, you moved just as cautiously, your steps echoing his, a silent testament to the bond formed in the crucible of the apocalypse.

You had known Sarah Miller. The memory of her was a bright spot in the dark chasm of your past, a beacon of innocent days when laughter came easily and the world was wide open. The night the outbreak began, you had been at her house, the two of you staying up late, talking about dreams that now seemed impossibly naive.

The screams, the chaos, the bullets—Sarah's death had shattered you. She had been your best friend, your anchor, and in a cruel twist of fate, you were left adrift. Joel had been there too, his own world destroyed in the span of a heartbeat. Your shared grief had created a connection that neither time nor the harsh realities of the new world could sever.

"Keep an eye out for runners," Joel's voice broke through your reverie, grounding you in the present. You nodded, gripping your weapon a little tighter. The two of you were searching for supplies in an old apartment complex, the remnants of forgotten lives scattered around like leaves in autumn.

The silence was oppressive, filled with the weight of unsaid words. You both worked well together, a seamless partnership forged from necessity and mutual respect. Yet, the specter of Sarah hung between you, a ghost neither of you acknowledged but both felt keenly.

As you moved through the building, your eyes caught sight of a faded photograph on the wall. It was a family picture, the smiles frozen in time, oblivious to the horrors that would come. You paused, your fingers brushing the image gently. It reminded you of Sarah, of the life she had and the future she would never see.

Joel noticed your hesitation and turned to look. His expression softened for a brief moment before hardening again. "We need to keep moving," he said gruffly, but there was an undercurrent of understanding in his tone.

You nodded, tearing your gaze away from the photo. "Yeah," you replied softly, following him out of the room. The two of you continued your search, finding a few useful items among the wreckage. As you made your way back to your makeshift camp, the tension eased slightly, the familiar routine providing a semblance of normalcy.

That night, as the fire crackled and the darkness pressed in around you, Joel handed you a small flask. "To Sarah," he said simply. You took it, your throat tightening as you swallowed the burn. "To Sarah," you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

The silence that followed was heavy with memories, but it was a shared silence, a moment of understanding and connection. Joel's gaze met yours, and in that instant, you knew you weren't alone in your grief. The world had changed, but the bond you shared with him—born of loss and forged in fire—was a constant.

"We'll get through this," Joel said, his voice steady and resolute. "For Sarah."

You nodded, the weight on your chest easing slightly. "For Sarah," you agreed, the words a promise and a prayer. Together, you faced the uncertain future, two souls bound by the past but determined to survive.

In a world gone mad, you found strength in each other. And as long as you remembered Sarah, her memory would be the light that guided you through the darkest of times.

Me every time I see someone telling me not to write angst^

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Seaside Sunset ↠ Platonic!Old Longfellow x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » You missed your dad, and sitting out on the porch of the cabin with Old Longfellow made you feel safe again.

Even as the fog obscured the majority of the sky, the sun still pushed against it, causing short beams of light to stick through the wall of mist. The eerie quietness of Longfellow's small island instilled a somewhat peaceful feeling in you that fought against your initial uncertainty. You liked it here and could see yourself bringing Shaun to visit once you'd found him.

“You remind me of my dad." You said, breaking the lingering silence, "Before all the bombs.”

He glanced at you and chuckled, “Do I?”

“Yeah, he was stubborn too.”

He hit his elbow into your arm, “I ain’t that bad.”

The gentle water lapped up onto the shore, making the sand darken before retreating back toward the ocean. You took in a breath, relishing the way the cold air struck your nose and the radiation stung your lungs. In the months you'd been living in this new world you'd found these things to be more calming than anything—a little reminder that you still existed.

"You outa be careful tomorrow, heard there's gonna be storms all day," Longfellow warned, taking a swig of the bottle he nursed in his hand.

"I always got radaway on me."

"Be sure that you do, that stuff's bound to be nasty."

The longer you spend around him the more you saw the resemblance between him and your old man. It was almost jarring.

"Don't get yourself into trouble out there either." He added after a moment.

"I'll try." You said, "As long as you cut back on your drinking.”

He let out a huff as he lifted the bottle back up to his lips, “We’ll see”

The tree limbs danced lightly through the freezing air, swaying as grass would in a field. They scratched against each other, the noise echoing quietly in the emptiness of the place.

The sun dragged downward slowly, casting a low glow onto the scenery before it, anchoring itself lower below the currents before it disappeared under the water entirely, leaving behind nothing but a dark sky.

His hand rested on your shoulder as he spoke, “C’mon, you best start heading to bed if yer gonna be travelin’ all over the island in the mornin’. I’ve got your bed already set up in the cabin.”

You smiled, before getting up and dusting yourself off. The wooden floor creaked under you as you made your way past the front door, him following behind.

“Thanks, Longfellow.” Was all you said before you laid down on the cot he'd scrapped together for you and fell asleep.

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Hello! This is my first time doing something like this! May I please request Cactus Gunman comforting a reader who has nightmares often? I need some sweet fluff in my life.

I hope this is alright, this is my first time writing for him! Also I hope you don’t mind I made it more platonic than romantic.

You suffer from nightmares quite often, which would sometimes keep you up for half of the night before you’re actually able to go back to sleep. However, since you’ve arrived at Gregory House, you swore they only got worse and occurred more often.

You sat up quickly in your bed, eyes wide with fear as you looked around the room, a bit of sweat rolling down your face. You had just woken up from the second nightmare of the night. You got out of bed, slipped on a pair of slippers/sandals, as you’re not walking around barefoot in this damn hotel. You sighed softly and walked out of your room, walking towards one specific room. There was one resident, aside from Gregory, who knew about your constant nightmares, and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell Gregory about them.

You walked up to a dark green colored door with CG carved beautifully on the door. You knew exactly who this room belonged to, and that’s exactly who you’re here to see. You knocked on the door and called out, “it’s alright, G, it’s just me!” It was silent for a few moments before you heard a faint ‘come in’ from the other side of the door. You opened the door and walked into the room, closing the door behind you.

“Hey, G.” You rubbed the back of your head, as if nervous about something. Cactus Gunman had noticed your nervousness, and he immediately picked up on what could be the problem, especially since he was the only one aside from Gregory who knew about your nightmares.

“Did you have another nightmare, Y/n?” He asked you, sounding a bit worried

“Yeah, I did… and I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

“Did you want to talk about it?”

“Well, I would, if I remembered what it was…”

“Hey, that’s alright, it’s not a bad thing to not remember the nightmares. At least you don’t have to think about it, it wasn’t scary enough to be remembered, or at least that’s how I see it.”

“Huh.. I suppose you’re not completely wrong.” You sat down beside him on his bed.

“Of course not! I’m not stupid, Y/n.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You laughed a bit, shaking your head.

“If you want, you could stay here for the night..?” It sounded more like a question than a suggestion, but seeing as you weren’t going back to sleep anytime soon, you figured you may as well stay here.

“Alright, if you’re so sure.”

“Of course I’m sure.” You shook your head once more and lie down, looking around at some of the things in his room, which you hadn’t really noticed before. Well, you have, but you haven’t really thought much about it.

“Hey, G?”

“Yeah?”

“…what is with half of these things in your room?”

“Oh, uh, I suppose it reminds me of home in a sense.”

“Huh.. I suppose that would make sense for you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you’re constantly on the run, yeah? Or at least, were?”

“…just go back to sleep, Y/n.” You laughed a bit in response. Gosh you would hug him if you could, but you knew if you did, you’d be picking out prickles from your pjs, and you were not in the mood to be doing that at this moment. You really appreciate what he does for you, letting you talk and ramble about not only your nightmares, but other things such as what you could remember from before you ended up here at Gregory House.

“Hey, G..”

“What is it?”

“…thanks for being here to talk to me about the nightmares, and just in general. You could literally be spending your time talking and paying attention to anyone else, yet you like being around me.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to be around you, Y/n? I should be the one thanking you, putting up with my shenanigans.”

“Yeah, you don’t say.” You said in a bit of a playful tone, making him roll his eyes in response.

“Oh hush you.” You chuckled a bit and closed your eyes.

“Oh..? Are you going to try going back to sleep?”

“Yeah, I think I will.”

“Alright, sleep well, Y/n.” You heard him shift a bit, most likely turning over onto his side or something. You shrugged it off and after lying there for a bit, you both soon fell asleep, and for once, you weren’t bothered by nightmares for the rest of the night.

[eve-lullabye]

In which Sasara is the nice older brother

Requested by Anon

"Remind me why I'm here again?" Sasara let out a sigh. You looked up at your slightly older adoptive brother with the best puppy eyes you could muster.

"Because," you poked at him, "you love me and you're the best brother in the world!" It didn't hurt to butter him up. Sasara gave you his signature closed-eye grin.

"I am the best brother," he replied with a smug look on his face. You probably shouldn't feed his ego any more than needed. "But must you be in a ridiculous costume?"

"Oi! It's fun to cosplay, and I could comment on your choic of wardrobe," you shot back. "Plus, I think it's worth it to make people smile."

"You could become a comedian to make people smile," Sasara complained. "Then I wouldn't be doing the show by myself."

"My dear brother, I think you and I have different definitions of humor," you patted him on the back. Your hand reached for your water bottle in the bag you were carrying.

"Who are you even supposed to be?" Sasara pouted.

You opened your mouth to tell him before changing your mind, "A person like you wouldn't understand." Spotting one of your friends, you quickly bolted over to her before Sasara's mind clicked.

"Hey! What do you mean I wouldn't understand?!" He cupped his hands shouting after you, "What about all those times you forced me to watch your anime? Huh?" Sasara shoved his hands in his pockets and trailed after you, muttering under his breath.

You gasped catching sight of a familiar black-haired friend and waved to him. Sasara followed your gaze and grabbed you by the collar, "No! You're not meeting Ichiro!"

"But why not?" You whined, catching the attention of many guests.

"Because you would be betraying Dotsuitare Hompo! And me!" Sasara exclaims.

"You had no problem of me watching anime with him," you folded your arms.

"That was once when I was there!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" You mocked. "Fine! If you won't let me say 'hi', then you can buy me something tasty on the way back!"

"Alright!" Sasara shook your hand.

"Why can't I meet Ichiro?"

"He's... a bad influence." Sasara exclaimed.

"I think you're a bad influence on me," you deadpanned. Moving back into the crowd, you left Sasara to his own devices. Though, you had a feeling sooner or later he was going to be center of attention.

[apollowhoo]

Hello there could you please do a continuation of gravity falls one shot?

With 3-4 year old Pines reader. Their interactions with Mabel, Dipper, Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford, Wendy and Soos? You can make parts of it.

Like how they treat them, etc. Also will they keep the danger stuff a secret? If they do and the child found out how will they protect them?

GRAVITY FALLS X CHILD!READER PART 1

Glitter Wars and Secret Smiles

The Mystery Shack’s attic is a rainbow-colored wonderland, strewn with crafts, stuffed animals, and an EXPLOSION of glitter. Mabel sits on the floor, hot glue gun in hand as she works on her latest art project—a glittery crown fit for royalty. The reader, dressed in a matching llama sweater, is right beside her, carefully sticking sparkly stars onto a small paper sword.

“Look at you! My little knight in sparkly armor!” Mabel grins, pressing a handful of stickers onto the reader’s cheek. “Now we just need to find a dragon to slay.”

The reader giggles, waving their paper sword. “I’m brave!”

Mabel’s smile falters for just a second, thinking of the real dangers that lurk outside their safe little bubble. But she quickly shakes it off, determined to keep things light. “You’re the bravest! Braver than Dipper when he sees a spider, that’s for sure.”

The reader’s eyes widen. “Dip scared?”

Mabel leans in, whispering as if sharing the world’s greatest secret. “Yep. But don’t tell him that I told you—he likes to pretend he’s a big tough guy.”

They continue crafting. Mabel watches her little sibling, filled with a fierce protectiveness. If she can keep things sparkly and fun, they’ll never have to know about the monsters. And that’s good enough for her.

[hahahmitski]

Hugh and Claire

I missed her a lot. Usually was would kiss each other on the head and then go to sleep, but she isn't here and I hope to find her sometime soon. I heard screaming and whimpering but I was to tired to check it out, plus it was probably Horace anyway (sorry Horace) . Then Millard knocked on my door before entering. "Hugh, are you awake?" He said like he was worried. I was kind of confused but I turned to face him. I didn't want to talk so early in the morning. "Okay you probably want to come and see this." With a slight tremble in his voice, the kind you have to really notice or you can't tell. I simply nodded and followed him into "The Guests room" where Bronwyn, Olive and Claire sleeps in. Once I got closer I heard some yelling from in the room that was muffed. When me and Mill went inside I heard it, Claire screaming somewhere along the lines "No, No Fiona, Please don't leave us here! Hugh misses you too much! He's really sad, and we're all so sad! Please don't go!" My eyes widened at the the sight. Everyone's been acted as if Fiona never existed or just plain talked behind his back of what might of happened to Fiona. The Bird then asked me if I could talk to her and try to help her calm down. I nodded my head again still eyes wide as they could be under my goggles. Miss P and Emma pulled everyone else out of the room (I was kind of surprised that tht managed to pull Bronwyn out as well). I didn't really know how to wake Claire up so I shook her a bit. When she woke up though she rose up quickly her eyes wide as a full moon. I get a little upset to see Claire in such an overwhelmed state. She looked around the room looking for something and said quickly, "Where's Fiona?" I pulled her in the a hug. It's as if we didn't acknowledge Claire and Olive were just children and didn't help them process all of this. She started to tear up, I think she just figured out what happened, and where we are. Once she started crying I patted his back in some sort of rhythm, and whispering in her ear "everything will be okay." or just something that comforting. I so focused on trying to keep her clam, I didn't know I was crying myself. When Claire Calmed down she asked me in a soft voice, "Is Fiona going to come back?" I didn't know how to answer that, but I knew she needed reassurance. "I'm trying my best, but we'll find her... I promise." Now I couldn't break that promise. It hurts to say it but I will find her despite her alive or dead. My love, if you and hear me, come back please.

P.S. After that talk with Claire she fell asleep with a slight smile on her face. Hugh slept with Claire that night hugging her softly. Once Claire and Hugh woke up they were surrounded by everyone, including Enoch. Bronwyn was smiled so wide Hugh though she was on some drug in the present. Then Claire and Hugh were excused from their jobs at Devils Acre to try and find Fiona and they had a lot of fun, despite not finding Fiona.

The reason why Claire is so worried about Fiona is because she was one of her best friends. Claire would talk a whole bunch and Fiona would listen asking questions time to time.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Hello, I was just wondering if you watched the new sonic 3 movie? If so, I would like to request shadow (platonic) who was taken in by the reader after the events of the movie took place and they showed him that he could be loved again.

And what would he feel like and do if he saw them die or nearly die (I don't think I saw it on your won't-do list), by perhaps G.U.N. or some sort of accident.

If you haven't watched the movie, I would really recommend that you watch it, it was great😁🥰

“Not Again, NOT AGAIN!”

Pairing: Movie Shadow the Hedgehog & Reader (platonic)

Requested: Yes (by @grapegirlpoland ).

Description: He had finally allowed himself to get close to someone again. Why did the world not allow him to have that happiness…?

Notes: Ahhh, more angst. And yes, I have seen the movie! It was great! Hope you enjoy the oneshot! Though it feels both platonic and romantic on accident, sorry-

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

(TW: Reader nearly dies.)

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The way you two met was…not natural.

Then again, he wasn’t natural. He was an alien hedgehog for crying out loud!

But when you found him in that crater, with him suffering multiple burn wounds…

You couldn’t just leave him there.

So you climbed down the crater, gently picked him up, and brought him to your house to get him medical attention.

Of course, when he woke, he was very…aggressive? No, aggressive wasn’t the right word.

He was scared.

It took some time (a lot of time), but he warmed up to you, eventually telling you his name.

Shadow.

He was essentially this alien hedgehog that tried to help destroy the world, but decided not to after realizing what he was doing was wrong.

He was surprised he was even alive, to tell you the truth.

But he was grateful. Grateful for your help.

He could even call you a friend.

Someone he trusted.

…

But he’s never allowed to stay happy for long, is he…?

No.

Because they showed up again.

The Guardian Units of Nations, or G.U.N. for short.

They wanted to contain Shadow again like they had done in the past.

But you refused.

You demanded they leave him alone, to let him live free, like every being deserved.

When neither of you were expecting it…

BANG.

A gunshot went straight through your chest, causing you to cough out blood.

Your pupils dilated to a small size, you reached up to your mouth as you coughed again, blood spilling onto your hand as you fell to your knees.

The last thing you heard before your vision went dark was Shadow yelling your name in a very frantic voice.

…

“…And that leads me to where I am now,” you mutter to the other person. Or ghost, you should say.

Right now, you were in a place called Limbo, the place between life and death.

The place where Maria Robotnik resided.

She nods, not saying anything for a moment.

“Do you wish to go back?” she asks you.

“Of course I do,” you say. “I don’t want Shadow to be alone again. Not after everything he’s been through.”

Maria gives you a smile.

“I’m glad to hear that, [Name],” she tells you. “Take care of my brother for me, will you?”

You nod, and she closes her eyes, you doing the same.

When you reopen them, you immediately feel the pain in your chest. But that's the least of your concerns right now.

Looking over, Shadow seems to be sleeping soundly on the bed, on top of your legs. Tear marks stain his muzzle, causing you to frown.

You reach out and gently pet the top of his head, and he leans into it, a quiet clicking sound being heard from Shadow’s chest, similar to a hedgehog’s purr.

Suddenly his eyes shoot open and the clicking stops, and he looks over at you with dilated pupils.

“[NAME]!” he yells, engulfing you in a hug, which you reciprocate without a millisecond of hesitation. Tears seem to be pooling down his muzzle once more. “I th-thought…y-you were…”

“Shh, shhh, I’m okay,” you mutter, petting the top of his head again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You better not be,” he says, choking out a sob. “You had me worried sick…”

“I know bud, I’m sorry,” you tell him. “How’d you manage to get me to a hospital?”

“I…had to get the help of an annoying blue hedgehog,” he mutters, a bit embarrassed.

“You? Getting help from Sonic? Am I talking to the real Shadow here?” you joke.

“Ughhh, yep, you’re fine alright,” he grumbles.

“You know you like it,” you say.

“I tolerate it,” he says back.

You chuckle, before tightening the hug a bit.

“I’m just glad you’re safe, Shadow,” you tell him.

He lets out a soft sigh but allows himself to get comfortable in your arms.

“I’m glad you’re safe too, [Name],” he mutters. “And it’ll stay that way. Don’t want to lose my favorite human.”

“I thought that was Stone?” you ask.

“Nope. It’s you,” he says. “Don’t make me take it back.”

You let off a giggle.

“Nope, it’s going straight to my head,” you say.

He lets off a groan. Why did he put up with you sometimes…

[iamzer0]

May you please do yandere platonic season 2 squid game reader with 13 year old reader who wants to stay

Hi can do!

Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Pʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ Sǫᴜɪᴅ Gᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ Tᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS)

You had managed to get yourself into the games, congratulations..! I guess..

You tried to blend in but you stuck out like a sore thumb.

So many people had questions especially this guy named Gi-hun.

For some odd reason he was very insistent on you leaving.

You just couldn’t understand why, all you were gonna do was play some silly games for some cash.

How dangerous can that be?

During the first game red light green light, you knew you had this in the bag.

That was until the first shot was fired, your entire body froze. Even with Gi-hun screaming instructions you were still frozen.

Even when people began to start moving again you stood there frozen.

Tears are down your face, you were terrified.

Then someone grabbed your shoulder, it was this lady with a lip ring(player380).

She guided you along the field.

You had 30 seconds left, the people that were at the finish line screamed words of encouragement towards you.

It was strange to have so many people cheering you on all at once.

You crossed the line finally, and collapsed into player 380’s arms.

After the game you sat on the floor, ignoring the sympathetic looks from others.

You sat there thinking on what to do.

Thats when player 388 came and sat with you, he introduced himself and his friends to you.

“Are you ok..?” Gi-hun asked in a tone that could only be described as pity.

“Yea.. I think” you said quietly.

That’s when armed guards came in, they told y’all about the voting system and how you could vote to stay in the game or not.

Everyone placed their votes when it was your turn the room became eerily silent.

You could feel everyone’s eyes staring at you. Your hand hovered over the X button but then you thought about it.

About your parents and their struggle, you thought about all the loans they had to take out just to keep you in school.

You hesitated before pushing the O button.

You heard a collection of gasps and cheers.

You slowly walked towards the O side avoiding Gi-Huns look of disbelief.

You were met with pats on the back and words of support.

Then in a flash you were pulled to the side by some purpled haired guy(thanos) he did his whole introduction.

You thought he was insane, he looked cracked out.

But every time you tried leaving he would pull you back.

He looked at you as if you were an artifact that needed safe keeping.

Fortunately you pulled away by dae-ho(388).

That was when you met player 001(frontman) he stared at you intensely studying you.

They questioned you on why you chose O but you didn’t feel like explaining yourself.

From then on you had multiple people trying to convince you to join their side. They wanted you to quit the game.

You protested you wanted to stay in, but no matter what you said they never let up.

You started to not like the people you were stuck with.

Part of the reason was they treated you like a baby, some of them even coddled you.

It was nice a first, people gave you some of their food, they lended their protection to you.

But in the end it became much more annoying rather than loving.

Around the second game is when things got really bad.

People all around you offering for you to join their team, you walked around until you got pulled onto Thanos team.

You were in charge or spinning top and all though you were good you could barely focus with all the people yelling.

You managed but not before yelling some very unkind words.

After the games you had people practically swarming you, you wanted to cry and throw up all at the same time.

Then a miracle happened, player 001 pulled you out of the crowd.

Yelling at them all while holding you close to himself.

He held you close for a while, it got kinda awkward after the first 20 minutes.

It was a very overwhelming experience being in the game, along with the killing games, people were starting to seriously scare you.

I mean they were having full on arguments over you. It was kinda insane.

Even the guards treated you differently, they gave you the occasional head pat after a game, they slipped you extra food, and no matter what time it was they always let you use the restroom.

It was nice to have so many people care about you but care becomes smothering after a while.

You started becoming the apple of everyone’s eye, everyone was just so 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.

A/n: I hoped you liked this one, I love u all so much bye bye✌︎('ω')✌︎

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Just thinking about how both platonic! yan! Dick and Jason have a habit of laying on top of their batsis and crushing her.

just look at how guilty they are....

Masterlist

Requests: open

Dick is a menace. He's a full sized golden retriever who thinks he's still a puppy. When he jumps or lays on you to try to be all affectionate...he forgets that he weighs close to if not over two hundred pounds.

No matter how often you tell him he's way too big to do this, he doesn't care.

He just loves engulfing you in these full body hugs and cannot help himself. It's cute though, if you try not to think about your lungs collapsing on itself. He acts innocent by nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck,,,,but it's a ploy to then attack you with tickles which leads to play fighting.

I mean it's his brotherly duty to be as annoying as possible. Sometimes he just likes the fact hes stronger than you and can hold you down this easily. Rookie mistake to announce you need to use the bathroom or get ready for something when you're chilling on the couch. He will trap you until the last possible second.

As much as you complain and cry, don't mind it too much. It's nice to be apart of a real family like this and Dick is trying to show his love by playing.

Jason on the other hand is just kind of clueless about the fact he's crushing you. You're sitting on the couch and Jason comes home after a long night and sees a perfect napping spot..

You don't really want to tell him that he's wayyy too big to just plop down on you like that because it's nice that he's feeling safe enough to just do these things now.

He also is like a big dog. He does that big huff and occasional twitching in his sleep. lol

Sometimes you'll also fall asleep right with him because he's basically a human weighted blanket. You'll eventually wake to him looking up at you. It's subtle but there's a soft smile there. He's happy you feel safe too.

I like to think he desperately wants to be held sometimes but he doesn't know that he needs it or even how to ask so he just does it. You naturally wrap your arms around and rest them on him anyways. He's like a little kid when he does this. It heals something inside of him. His cold un-dead body, finally feeling an ounce of fuzzy warmth.

Do you think sometimes Jason will pull a snack or something out of his pocket. Like he lays on you but then pulls out a jolly rancher as an offering. lol. One moment he's sleeping and the next you can feel him munching on something crunchy.