Various Females X Male Reader Oneshots

Clover (Totally Spies)

You were standing in front of a fashion boutique when Clover suddenly burst through the door, bags in hand and her eyes practically sparkling with excitement. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled, and she was wearing one of her newly purchased outfits- a stylish blue top and designer jeans that looked like they came straight off a runway.

"There you are!" she exclaimed, rushing over. "I just had the most amazing shopping spree ever! I found this adorable outfit and, oh my gosh, wait till you see the shoes I got!"

You smiled, amused by her enthusiasm. "Sounds like you had a good time. How many bags are you carrying?"

Clover rolled her eyes playfully. "Only four, which is pretty restrained for me, don't you think?"

You chuckled. "Very impressive."

She beamed and looped her arm through yours. "Okay, enough about shopping. I've been thinking- we haven't had a proper date in a while. How about we grab some ice cream, and then maybe hit the arcade?"

The suggestion was classic Clover- fun, spontaneous, and full of energy. You nodded, appreciating how she always knew how to make even the simplest outings feel exciting. "Sounds perfect."

The two of you walked down the street, Clover chatting about her latest WOOHP missions in between stories about her latest fashion finds. It was one of the things you loved about her- she could easily transition from being a skilled spy to talking about the latest trends, all while keeping that lively personality intact.

Soon, you found yourselves at a little ice cream parlor. Clover ordered her favorite- a double scoop of mint chocolate chip- while you opted for vanilla. You both sat down at a small table outside, the evening breeze making the moment feel even more relaxed.

"So, what do you think?" Clover asked, leaning across the table, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Think I went overboard with the shopping this time?"

You shook your head, smiling. "Honestly? I think it's one of the things that makes you, well, you. I love that you're so passionate about what you like."

She paused, her face softening. "You know, most people just say I'm too obsessed with fashion or shopping, but... it's nice to hear you actually get it."

You reached across the table, gently taking her hand. "I get you, Clover. All of you."

Her expression shifted to something more sincere as she squeezed your hand back. "You always know how to make me feel special."

The conversation faded into a comfortable silence as you both enjoyed your ice cream, the connection between you deepening without needing many words. After finishing, Clover stood up, brushing off her jeans with a determined smile. "Alright, time to hit the arcade! I hope you're ready to lose, 'cause I'm the queen of Dance Dance Revolution."

You raised an eyebrow, following her as she led the way to the arcade. "Oh really? Guess we'll just have to see about that."

At the arcade, Clover's competitive side kicked in immediately. She dragged you to the DDR machine and insisted on picking the hardest song. As the game started, she moved with an effortless grace, her confidence obvious as she hit every move perfectly. You, on the other hand, struggled to keep up, but her laughter and teasing made the experience more fun than frustrating.

When the song ended, Clover was victorious, of course. She did a playful victory pose before wrapping her arms around you, still laughing from the adrenaline. "Told you I'd win!"

You pulled her close, her energy rubbing off on you. "I guess I can't argue with that. But next time, I'm picking the game."

Clover grinned, resting her head on your shoulder for a moment. "Fine, but I'm still going to win."

You looked down at her, feeling the warmth of the moment. "You know, for someone so competitive, you're pretty sweet."

Her cheeks turned slightly pink, but she covered it with a playful smile. "Don't get used to it. I've got a reputation to maintain."

Still, she stayed close, and as the arcade lights flickered in the background, you couldn't help but feel like, with Clover, every moment was just a little more vibrant, a little more fun. She had a way of making you feel like the center of her world, even amidst all the excitement of her life as a spy and fashionista.

Clover gave you a soft kiss on the cheek before pulling back with a teasing smile. "Alright, lover boy, let's go see if you can win at something else. Maybe skeeball?"

You laughed, following her lead as she bounced toward the next game, her energy as contagious as ever. And you knew that with Clover by your side, life would never be boring.