Faline

Fandoms you can expect me to write for,

Ddlc

Danganronpa

Kakegurui

Heathers

Overwatch

I will do canon x canon but my focus will be on reader x canon.

Please critique my work and request anything you want!

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You're walking home after a night out, it's dark, quiet ; you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little uneasy. Your trepidation isn't helped by a loud crackling sound coming out of an alleyway to your left. You jump at the sudden sound with a small yelp.

Despite the strength of your fear, your curiosity ultimately wins the battle and you peer into the darkness, a faint red glow can be seen a little further in and -against your better judgment- you walk in.

An omnics body lays slumped against the wall, its head tilts just slightly upwards. The movement looks arduous and it can't hold it for long. You take a look around, your uncle has told you of omnics pretending to be in need of help just so others can jump out and ambush you during the war.

The omnic tries to speak, you get an idea of what it's voice sounds like but the voice box is so damaged that it just comes out in gargled cracks and pops. A voice in the back of your head is telling you that you could fix this omnic, you mostly work on cars and electronics but you know an omnic isn't too different...

omnics are dangerous, you've been told that all your life, seen it on the news and the papers but you've also watched first hand as omnics are torn apart in the streets, shot in the head by hidden snipers. You can't just leave it here, can you?

You step closer, it's dark but you can see well enough. Some limbs have been torn off, wires stick out of holes and spark occasionally, there's cracks in it's faceplate and the red lights on it's forehead flicker.

“Are… are you okay..?” You know the answer, of course you do, you're not stupid but you still feel the need to ask “No- of course not.” you answer your own question, mentally punching yourself for even asking.

Your eyes dart around the closed in space, you doubt anyone or anything is waiting for you in here but the thought can't leave your mind. You certainly weren't expecting to come across this, especially not tonight after going out partying with friends.

You consider just walking, leaving it here and letting it slowly lose whatever chance of life it has left. It's not like anyone would know, most people wouldn't even judge you but that rotten serpent called basic human decency has already wrapped itself around you and any attempt to escape would be futile. The guilt alone would probably kill you.

You take a deep breath. Just close your eyes for a moment or two and think this through. You have the means and capability to fix this, probably even restore it back to its original state, before it was just a hunk of sparking, gurgling metal.

“Ca-can you stand?” There's no reply, obviously, you weren't expecting one ; you assume it can still hear you though, it's been reacting to you even if only in small ways. After a few minutes of silence you begin to doubt yourself but the omnic begins trembling. It's body shakes as it slowly lifts itself up to stand, leant against the wall and hunched over it's almost a foot taller than you. At least you think so, it's dark and you're not the best at eyeballing height.

“Right- uhm…” the height and size is kind of intimidating “can you walk?”

One step forward and the omnic is toppling over, you yelp and try to step out of the way but you, unfortunately, ended up getting the short end of the stick when it came to fight or flight and you freeze like a deer in headlights. You hiss in pain when you're basically crushed between the machine and the wall.

“Guess not.” You groan, using what little drunken strength you have at the moment to push it off of you. It's back against the wall and you flinch at the sound of scraping as it slides down. “Right… well… let me think for a moment.” You scratch the back of your head.

“Okay… I could grab my truck.” You suggest it as if the omnic were meant to reply and help find a solution “But that's illegal right now.” You slump down against the wall across from the omnic “Maybe I sleep it off and come back in the morning? You're not going anywhere right?” You could've sworn you heard a robotic sigh at that.

Maybe you could call someone to pick up your keys and drive the pickup for you. But all the people you know are either fast asleep by now, absolutely hammered or both. Sleeping off your current inebriated state did sound good right now… but you couldn't just leave this poor thing here just so you could get some (much needed) shut eye.

After a few more minutes of your guttered mind trying to envision some bright idea you snap your fingers “Right! I got it!” The omnics head picks up just barely at your sudden outburst “I'll sleep here.” It's head drops back down again immediately “Then I won't have to leave you here by yourself and I'll be able to sleep off these drinks.” There's a proud smile on your face until you hear a deep crackling that you could only imagine to be a groan. “It was between that and drunk driving.” You mutter in an attempt to defend yourself.

You look around the dingy alley, a grimace on your face. This really isn't the most ideal place to be sleeping, there wouldn't be much surprise if you woke up cuddling a rat and went home with some long forgotten disease that was thought to have been cured decades ago. You sigh, but a small price to pay to save a life (hopefully).

Kirari, Ririka, Midari

Tw : none

Sfw, suggestive

Kirari🐟

Pda!

Kisses, sitting you on her lap, a hand around your waist or on your shoulder, she loves being able to touch you whenever she wants and no one can say anything about it.

Loves to play with your hair

Big spoon

One of her fish is named after you

She taught you how to braid her hair (Sayaka's still the one that does it for her though)

You know you'll never win a game against her but she somehow always finds a way to convince you into gambling against her

Huge, lavish gifts that you really don't know what to do with anymore (What even have her the idea of giving you a pony?? Where are you going to keep it???)

Too good of a listener (why does she remember things you don't remember telling her??)

You've noticed people purposefully losing ain't you and you believe you have reason to suspect it's because of how afraid everyone is of crossing your gf...

Ririka🎭

Pda is a NO!

She's far too shy and insecure to even hold your hand in private, let alone in front of the school! Maybe she'll behind more open to it eventually

Alot more confident when she's wearing her mask

Little spoon

Headbutts you like a cat with her mask (she's awkward just be patient with her please)

Expect extravagant gifts you never would have thought you'd be able to get, it's one of the only ways she's somewhat confident in showing affection.

Great listener, she loves to hear you talk about your favourite movie or that one person from you met when you were five or a cool bug you saw on your way to school the other day.

She looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the world to her

She loves play with your hair or fingers

Feels like she's going insane when you seem interested in whatever she's talking about

No one really listens to her or even notices her when she's around so to have someone genuinely engaged in her rambles or thoughts is the most amazing thing she could ever have.

Midari🖋️

Pda no matter where you are. (If it was a competition she'd be beating Kirari by a landslide)

Sat on her lap during a council meeting, making out in the hallways, saying inappropriate things to or about you in front of people.

Wouldn't be able to keep her hands off of you

Big spoon

Would probably be confused if you were actually romantic with her (she was assuming this would just be sexual at first)

Shows off her gun(s) to you and loves to ramble about them (You now know way more about guns then you ever thought you would)

Diy piercings🫶(please get them checked out by a professional)

She's begging to get matching tattoos

Scary dog privileges (like a feral doberman with rabies and guns attached to it's back)

She loves sneaking into your room late at night (you are both very tired and late for school the next day)

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Sorry if these don't come across very well, I wrote most of these half asleep and very stressed (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

I don't have a beta reader so my apologies for any bad grammer or spelling... (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Tw ; none

Sfw

You're walking home after a night out, it's dark, quiet ; you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little uneasy. Your trepidation isn't helped by a loud crackling sound coming out of an alleyway to your left.

Despite the strength of your fear, your curiosity ultimately wins the battle and you peer into the darkness, a faint red glow can be seen a little further in and -against your better judgment- you walk in.

An omnics body lays slumped against the wall, its head tilts just slightly upwards. The movement looks arduous and it can't hold it for long. You take a look around, your uncle has told you of omnics pretending to be in need of help just so others can jump out and ambush you during the war.

The omnic tries to speak, you get an idea of what it's voice sounds like but the voice box is so damaged that it just comes out in gargled cracks and pops. A voice in the back of your head is telling you that you could fix this omnic, you mostly work on cars and electronics but you know an omnic isn't too different...

omnics are dangerous, you've been told that all your life, seen it on the news and the papers but you've also watched first hand as omnics are torn apart in the streets, shot in the head by hidden snipers. You can't just leave it here, can you?

You step closer, it's dark but you can see well enough. Some limbs have been torn off, wires stick out of holes and spark occasionally, there's cracks in it's faceplate and the red lights on it's forehead flicker.

“Are… are you okay..?” You know the answer, of course you do, you're not stupid but you still feel the need to ask “No- of course not.” you answer your own question, mentally punching yourself for even asking.

Your eyes dart around the closed in space, you doubt anyone or anything is waiting for you in here but the thought can't leave your mind. You certainly weren't expecting to come across this, especially not tonight after going out partying with friends.

You consider just walking, leaving it here and letting it slowly lose whatever chance of life it has left. It's not like anyone would know, most perks wouldn't even judge you but that rotten serpent called basic human decency has already wrapped itself around you and any attempt to escape would be futile. The guilt alone would probably kill you.

You take a deep breath. Just close your eyes for a moment or two and think this through. You have the means and capability to fix this, probably even restore it back to its original state, before it was just a hunk of sparking, gurgling metal.

“Ca-can you stand?” There's no reply, obviously, you weren't expecting one ; you assume it can still hear you though, it's been reacting to you even if only in small ways. After a few minutes of silence you begin to doubt yourself but the omnic begins trembling. It's body shakes as it slowly lifts itself up to stand, leant against the wall and hunched over it's almost a foot taller than you. At least you think so, it's dark and you're not the best at eyeballing height.

“Right- uhm…” the height and size is kind of intimidating “can you walk?”

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Tw ; (Internalised) homophobia

Sfw, angst, hurt(no comfort yet >_<)

“You alright, Heather?” It takes you a moment to actually say something “Something on your mind?”

She takes a breath before speaking and looks at you for just a split before looking away again “I'm fine.” She pauses “It's just… You think it's weird right? How some girls are… y'know… like that.” She speaks in a hushed tone, like she's afraid of being heard. (By who, you're not sure.)

“Like ‘that’?” You tilt your head, your confusion clear in your face.

“You know, like… gay.” Her grip tightens on the pen in her hand.

“Why's that weird?” Your voice lowers to a tone similar to hers. You think you feel something tighten deep in your chest.

She hesitates for a moment, eyes flickering to yours attempting to read you before she says anything else “It's just wrong. Like… it's gross.”

“Oh.” That's all you can say really. Her words hang heavy between the two of you and the silence only amplifies the awkwardness of the current situation.

You can't say you're surprised -not by her thoughts on the matter at least-, just disappointed. You should've known Heather wouldn't have been the most progressive of people, you really can't expect much from anyone around here, it just hurts to hear.

The silence is thick and suffocating, the sting of Heather's words like a stab in the back. You shift uncomfortably on the bed “Do you really think that?”

Heather freezes at your question, fear evident in her expression. She hesitates to answer “Of course I do!” She suddenly says defensively “It's… it's what everyone thinks.” The last part is whispered, cracks in that tough exterior already clear to you.

“Well maybe but… you don't have to think that.” you look around the room for a second or two “What do you think..?”

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No warnings

Sfw, fluff

If you fell first it didn't take long for her to find out or for her to tell you she knows.

If she fell first then it wouldn't only take her a while to figure it out but also work up the courage to tell you.

- She'd overthink everything you say or do around her (were you flirting or are her feelings towards you messing with her?)

In the killing game she'd do her best to ignore her feelings as to not hurt you or herself, outside of it she'd avoid you like the plague.

-Conversations would be short and she'd rush to get away from you.

- She'd avoid eye contact with you (something that she doesn't normally do)

- She'd try and change the subject as soon as you came into the conversation if you ever did. (She wouldn't be able to help herself from asking about you though.)

When you actually start dating it's hard to get her to open up. She's nervous around you in a way she's never been before, she'd hate to admit it but she's afraid of you rejecting her or thinking about leaving her.

She's probably a little too blunt with certain things and absolutely dense when it comes to flirting (asking her a flirtatious question in hopes her playing along and she answers it like it was completely serious).

She's not the type to show you off and shove her relationship in people's faces but it wouldn't take long for people (Makoto and Byakuya) to realise she brings you up pretty often and that she seems pretty happy when she's taking about you or when you're around.

She's a pretty good gift giver, she always knows exactly what you need. She's not one for big romantic gestures but she'll get you a box of chocolates and bouquet on valentine's.

Not really into pda but if you really want she'll hold your hand while you're walking down the street or she'll let you put your head on her shoulder while you're sat somewhere. Kyoko's not exactly one for affection in general, she's not unloving or anything but she prefers quick pecks on the lips or just standing/sitting close to you rather than make outs or clinging to you and cuddling all the time.

She enjoys working or reading while you're in the room with her, she's perfectly happy with a comfortable silence. You're nearby but she can also focus on her work at the same time.

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For @brainrotqueen • Written at like 4am and not beta read

Tw : Yandere, suicide/murder, toxic/manipulative relationships, Stockholm syndrome

Sfw, angst?

JD would be far more open about his obsession with you eventually getting Veronica -who had actually felt somewhat guilty about these feelings- to do the same.

They'd be protective over you in their own way.

JD would follow you from class to class and even back home on some occasion (he's just making sure nothing bad happens to you).

Veronica seems to get overly defensive and irritated if the Heathers were to ever try making fun of you.

If the Heathers ever tried to treat you how they did Martha then Westerberg would probably end up with three Heather spreads for the yearbook.

JD has pictures of you hidden in his room somewhere, he's given Veronica a few too. Veronica likes to write notes and letters in your handwriting, the two can delude themselves into believing that was really you that sent that love letter to the duo.

You're not in a great place mentality right now, more and more people around you are being lost to suicide. Why is this happening? Is it something wrong with you? Maybe you're causing this... Is this some sort of curse!? Horrific thoughts cloud your mind and there doesn't seem to be any way to stop them.

You've noticed JD and Veronica at the funerals. Your friend talked to alot of people, that's not that strange. Did they really know your sibling? Your aunt? You're too depressed and tired to be thinking about that right now. At least they're here to comfort you.

They're nice to you, they promise they'll stay for you and that nothing bad will happen now. You listen to them, why wouldn't you?

They invite you over to JD's house, it's a nice place. Is that your old shirt that you lost in the changing rooms? It can't be, it's not like you're the only person that owns a shirt like that... It's that your report card from last year? You threw that away didn't you? Maybe you misread the name...

Soon enough they're virtually the only people you have left, for some reason whoever isn't killing themselves seems to be afraid to approach you (Possibly because of Veronica getting the Heathers to spread rumours about you or JD's reputation around the school but it's not like you know that).

You're spending almost all of your free time with the couple now, it's not like you have anyone else to talk to anyway. When you're not with them they're trying to call you and if you can't answer immediately they're swarming you with questions about why when you eventually do answer. They're overwhelming but at least they care, right? At least they won't leave you like everyone else has.

No warnings

Sfw, fluff

- Pda (quick kisses, hand holding, hugs, etc)

- Don't expect her to keep your relationship a secret, she'll take any chance she can get to talk about how much she loves you.

- Pet names (honey, sweetie, love, baby, cutie, a nickname, etc)

- Wouldn't hesitate to defend you if someone was making you uncomfortable.

- Please ask her to play piano for you, she'll jump at the opportunity to do so!

- Will learn your favourite songs on piano and play then to you.

- would love to cook or bake for or with you (she makes really good cakes!)