#and i'm making this fluff for you all

[shinmiyovvi]

I bet everyone's not ready to see a Lena x Nikolai comeback and I am now cooking really hot yet sweet food with me

[tubbytarchia]

Missed drawing these two too

Bonuses

[boonjur]

Logurt fluff? :3

Whenever I read fluff I immediately think of cuddling...and Logan is secretly the biggest cuddler

[dudewheresmynug]

Currently thinking about Neve being just like, a little squishy.

Sure yes I get it she is very strong and agile and whatnot but like, what if she was soft and squishy, too 🥺. When she's not running around. When she's not tense because of a fight or because of whatever case she's been mulling over. She gets a soft moment in private with Rook, and Rook finds themselves cuddling her and pressing gentle hands into her stomach or sides, or the curve of her waist or her hips, and feeling that squish.

Just!!! There is something so sweet about a character who has to keep up this hardened and cynical persona being able to relax and let loose and be soft that shows that, at the end of the day, they are just a squishy person who wants to be loved as much as they love 😭❤️

Anyway, let Neverook be tender and soft, damnit!! 😭

[galactaknightyaoi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GALACTA KNIGHT!!!! And congratulations to Meta Knight for experiencing the Cain Instinct for the first time.

Galacta Knight, as you might've been able to tell already, is one of my favorite characters, and KSSU is one of my favorite games (the original SS was my introduction to Kirby!) so I wanted to go all out. Happy day, old man. I pray for at least 20 more years.

Oh, and don't worry! He's not upset about the cake smash, he thinks it's funny. And he got back at him.

As for the in-universe explanation for there being 16 candles in his cake?

... 500+ didn't fit in safely.

The birthday boy and his family were just a bit too flammable.

[seokminfilm]

shirt | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warning: non-idol au, domestic fluff, boyfriend!seokmin, lots of kissing, some lighthearted teasing (from seokmin), seokmin showers reader with compliments, petnames ("baby", "sweetpea", "darling), laying your head on seokmin's chest, so much fluff oh my god

now playing: get up, new jeans

word count: 931

Comfy and cozy in your boyfriend's oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks, you enter the bedroom with a damp towel and wet hair. Seokmin looks up from his book as he locks eyes with your figure, melting at the blob that is your body engulfed in his oversized shirt.

"Is that my shirt, baby?" Seokmin perks up, wavy hair flopping like a puppy's ears as he gives you wide, sparkly brown eyes. He shoots up in bed, back straight and book thrown off to the side as he reaches out to you. You nod, smiling widely as you fling yourself into his arms.

"Yeah, I found it in my dresser before you came upstairs." You hold out your arms, currently draped in the big t-shirt that belongs to Seokmin. He chuckles, fingertips grazing your warm skin as he tugs at the oversized sleeves.

"You look so cute in it. So pretty and warm, baby," Seokmin whispers, pecking the shell of your ear with his soft lips, It makes you want to giggle like a schoolgirl, the way he's piling sweet compliments on top of you.

His arms bring you closer to his chest, and you play with the hem of his shirt for a while as he checks his phone. Seokmin's not looking down, which gives you an opportunity to admire your boyfriend's muscled arms and firm chest. You feel yourself sinking deeper into Seokmin's warmth, and you almost end up falling asleep before he puts his phone down with a sigh.

"Hey, is something wrong?" You ask, sitting up quickly to take Seokmin's cheek in yours as you rub it with your thumb. He shakes his head, lips pursed together as he gives you a tight smile.

"No, no, sweetpea. Just a reminder from a coworker, that's all. Let's talk about something fun, baby—I'm tired of thinking about work." Seokmin snuggles in deeper into the warm king-sized bed, pulling you with him as his thighs flex under you.

"What do you want to talk about?" You ask, and Seokmin hums, obviously deep in thought. You stare at him, pretty eyelashes and delicate beauty marks decorating where they've always been.

"How was your day, baby? I feel like I haven't asked you yet." Seokmin always asked you how your day went, whether it was over dinner, your arrival home, or nights like these—where you'd lay on Seokmin's lap and elaborate on whatever cane to mind.

"It was pretty good—I got a lot done, and I'm glad to be home with you." Smiling, you can't help but put a hand on Seokmin's neck as you press a kiss to his jawline and then his lips.

His eyelashes flutter shut as your shadow covers on him, and once you pull away he opens them again, brown eyes so full with love and adoration towards you, it made your heart soft. Seokmin smiles at your words, cheekbones raising with his warm smile as he nods.

"I'm glad to be home with you too. I missed you. I always miss you, but I missed you a bunch tonight." Seokmin admitted that he could be clingy at times, but that was your favorite thing about him, and you could admit you loved coming home to your boyfriend's big arms, sweet hugs, and warm yet mellow personality.

Seokmin stared at you with such intent and adoration in his eyes that he couldn't help but bring a kiss to your lips again, and he hummed with the sound of his beating heart that sped up every time you moved.

You found it adorable, the way that Seokmin's heart still sped up every time you got close—it made you feel like you had just started dating him all over again, in that sweet yet awkward stage that you loved the most when getting to know him.

"You look so cute in that shirt." Seokmin compliments you again, and you start to become flustered, laughing as you thank him again. He sits up, and you crawl off of him, sitting beside him as you smile. "You've said that about ten times in the past thirty minutes, Minnie."

"You're so pretty, though, sweetpea. I've been so blessed to have you to be mine. So pretty, and so humble about it—my sweet darling." He was feeling himself now, smiling at you deviously as he lowered his gaze to your lips: you were stuck in panic mode, still not used to this side of Seokmin—the flirtatious, kissing-prone side.

"Seokmin," You whined, and your boyfriend giggled, cutting off the rest of whatever sentence you were about to form with a messy kiss. You sighed under him as you melted into his hands, now settled at your waist as you ran your hands through his wavy hair.

After a few minutes of soft kissing and mischievous hums from Seokmin, he pulls away, leaving you breathless and scrambling for a semblance of normalcy as he smiles deviously again.

"Where did you learn how to kiss like that?" You question, and Seokmin just smiles, pressing a softer, more intimate kiss to your forehead as he replies. "I don't know. I think I'm so in love it just came naturally to me."

You laugh, leaning back as your head hits the pillow. Seokmin does the same, laugh coming down to a close as he turns to glance at you, hand coming up to trace your lips.

"I love you." The words are sweet on their own, but with Seokmin's sincere tone, and sweet brown eyes, you can't help but believe them ten times more.

"And I love you, Seokkie."

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[necrotic-nephilim]

au - tim sneaking out of jason's room one night at the manor and accidentally locking eyes with dick who is sneaking out of bruce's room at the exact same time, breakfast is very awkward the next morning

(i did think of having it be jason instead of tim but honestly jason has 0 shame and even less issue outing himself if it means fucking with bruce and, to a lesser extent, dick)

i'm cackling I love these types of things so much. they're so silly. sometimes we deserve mindless crack for these ships. have a *very* low effort ficlet bc this just makes me snort, enjoy <3

Dick closed Bruce's door as quietly as he could. Usually, he didn't have to sneak around when he slept with Bruce. But the temporary room Bruce had given Jason in the manor was just down the hall, and Dick didn't feel like looking Jason in the eye if he walked out of Bruce's bedroom in the morning at the wrong time.

Just because he was pretty sure Jason knew, didn't mean he needed confirmation and confrontation.

Dick had almost caved to staying in bed with Bruce when Bruce tried to pull him back down, but he kept some level of wits about him, prying Bruce's arm off of him and giving him a final kiss on the cheek before heading for the door.

The one thing Dick did allow himself, though, was wearing one of Bruce's shirts instead of his own. It was a size too large on him but smelled safe and comforting. Dick breathed a quiet sigh of relief when the door latched silently. He let go of the handle, turning around to creep off to his own bedroom in another wing.

And found himself staring at another figure.

With all of the lights off and only faint moonlight streaming through the windows, Dick couldn't tell who it was, at first. His reaction was embarrassing no matter who it was, jumping nearly a foot backward and clutching a hand over his chest.

He was a goddamn vigilante. This was just embarrassing.

The other person wasn't nearly as shocked as Dick, but they stood perfectly still, staring with wide eyes that faintly reflected what little light illuminated their face. Dick squinted, leaning forward to see who it was.

"Tim?" Dick hissed, trying to keep his voice to a whisper. Bruce had fallen asleep and if Dick woke him up now, he was never going to get the stubborn bastard back to bed.

Tim, still looking like a deer in headlights, just blinked at Dick.

"What are you doing up this late?" Dick asked. They'd all agreed to take tonight's patrol off, letting Babs, Helena, Dinah, and Zinda handle it in exchange for tackling the massive human trafficking ring in the morning with fresh eyes and cleared heads. The job was the only thing that had gotten Jason to agree to work with them in the first place. Bruce barely managed to strong-arm Jason into sleeping in the manor, with a decent amount of guilting from Alfred.

Jason, who was in the room only a few feet away from Dick. The room that Tim's hand was resting on the doorknob of.

"That's Jason's room," Dick said slowly.

Tim just nodded. "I know." He wasn't whispering like Dick was, but his tone remained impossible to read.

He just saw Dick walk out of Bruce's room. Had he put it together? It was Tim, after all. if he hadn't yet, Dick assumed he only had a couple minutes before it dawned on Tim.

"What were you doing in Jason's room?" Dick frowned. If he focused on Tim, it could keep the focus off of him for as long as possible. Dick tried to ignore how fast his heart was beating.

Tim's expression was hard to make out in the dark. "We were talking about the case." Still, his tone remained entirely neutral.

Too neutral, for Tim.

"At two am?"

"Well, what were you doing?" Tim huffed slightly when he said it, folding his arms over his chest.

He was shirtless, Dick just realized.

Shirtless and coming out of Jason's room.

"I was-" Dick stumbled over his words, choking as he tried to come up with an alibi. "We were talking about the-"

"I already used that excuse, pick your own," Tim deadpanned. Dick was pretty sure he also rolled his eyes. "I've known about you and Bruce for years, you know. You don't have to pretend."

The noise that came out of Dick's throat was almost as mortifying as the realization that not only did Jason likely know, but so did Tim.

"It... okay it has not been years," Dick's face was hot and he was glad it was too dark for Tim to see his blush. "I mean- it's been a while but not years-"

"Whatever you say." Tim shrugged, sounding unconvinced. "There have been feelings between you two for years, close enough for me."

If Dick died, right here, in this hallway in front of Bruce's door, he hoped the cause of death would be put down as homicide instead of natural causes. Because every word from Tim's mouth made another piece of Dick die inside, just a little.

"It's none of your business either way." Dick tried to stand up straight to sound more in control of the situation, clearing his throat.

"Trust me, I don't want it to be my business."

Dick would've laughed, if this was happening to anyone but him.

"What about... you and Jason?" Dick asked carefully.

Tim shifted on his feet. "What about it? I told you, we were talking about the case."

"Right." It was Dick's turn to roll his eyes. "In his bedroom, at two am, without your shirt?"

Tim stared at Dick for a long, torturous moment. A moment that made Dick agree with Tim, about not wanting to know any sordid details.

"I'm going to bed," Tim said suddenly, turning away from Dick. "Goodnight."

Dick had a thousand more questions he wanted to ask. How Tim and Jason even got together, when it happened. Last Dick knew, they could barely stand to be in the same room.

But Tim was walking away at an alarmingly brisk pace and Dick just sighed. He was too tired and mortified about his own secrets to chase Tim down for an impromptu interrogation that would just end up embarrassing them both more.

Maybe it was best for Dick's sanity if he didn't know the specifics.

Dick didn't consider how awkward it would be until he was standing in the kitchen, staring at Jason bent over a cup of coffee.

Did Jason know Dick knew? It didn't seem like he did, but he had always had a good poker face.

When Tim ambled into the kitchen and grabbed overnight oats from the fridge, he didn't even look at Dick. He seemed to be pointedly avoiding it, sitting as far away from Dick as he could at the oversized dining room table.

All while Dick couldn't seem to stop staring.

"Your cereal is going to get soggy," Jason muttered, and it took Dick a moment to realize Jason was talking to him. "At least eat it before trying to explode my head with your mind, or whatever your staring problem is."

"I'm not-" Dick stuttered. he shut himself up with a mouthful of cereal when Cass gave him an odd look.

Would she be able to figure it out just from his body language?

Dick had never fully understood the lengths her ability to read people could go. he looked away from her and stared at a random spot on the table, trying to eat at a normal pace.

Bruce was the last to wander into the kitchen. He squeezed Dick's shoulder as he walked by, making Dick jump. It was an innocent enough touch that no one would question, but all Dick could think about was the brief look from Tim before he quickly averted his eyes again.

The silence around the table was going to eat Dick alive. He started eating cereal faster.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Jason broke the tension, throwing his head back and slamming an empty mug down onto the table. "Everyone knows you two are fucking, alright?" He gestured between Dick and Bruce. "Stop being so goddamn weird about it, you're acting like there's a bomb in the room."

Bruce choked on his coffee. "Jason." He tried to sound reprimanding, but his voice was a few octaves too high.

Dick threw his hands in the air. "I knew you knew about that, but I didn't know about you and Tim until last night so excuse me for feeling a little awkward."

"You didn't know about what?" Bruce nearly yelled, spinning around to face Jason.

"Damnit, Dick!" Tim groaned, putting his head in his hands.

Jason just scoffed, pointing a fork at Bruce. "Oh don't even give me that self-righteous bullshit-"

Their argument went back and forth while Tim just rubbed his temples, muttering to himself and glaring at Dick.

Worst of all, Dick was pretty sure Cass was giggling next to him under her covered mouth.

Dick just sighed and ducked his head, dutifully waiting for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

So much for his breakfast.

[yayll]

~ a little something about you and Dazai trying to love each other a little bit less ~

It's Sakura season, and it's not being shared with someone you love. That's fine, you think to yourself as you sit on the bench, the sunset overlooks the port and you have the park to yourself. The fragile petals fall all around you, covering you in flakes of pink, like snow that won't melt. Though they will shrivel up, you think that might be worse than the instant loss of a melting snowflake. The thing about snowflakes is they melt upon warm contact but these petals won't melt at the touch of cold nor warmth, they'll lie there until their beauty fades along with what's left of their fleeting life. You stare at one in particular as it lands into your coffee cup, floating at the top instead of sinking.

That's what it was like to be in love with Osamu Dazai, and what it was like to sense his dreadful presence approaching you like the wind billows on a starless night. You ignore him, staring down at your coffee cup like it's going to save you, knowing it won't. In your peripheral vision, he looks spectral, and you catch a wave trying to get you to look up along with a familiar voice that reeks of faux friendliness.

"Are you always this avoidant when people try to greet you?"

You bite the soft flesh inside of your cheek, gripping your coffee just a bit tighter, unresponsive.

He continues, hands tucked into his coat and a smirk on his face.

"The blooms are nice today, eh? At their peak. Thought I'd stop by to enjoy them but it seems someone's already taken my favorite bench. At my favorite spot. What a shame."

After another long pause, his voice loses the playful edge and he says your name in a firm tone. This causes you to finally snap to attention, eyes wide and as fragile as those petals that shower you both. He smiles once more, but it's uglier this time, mocking. You mirror him by calling out to him right back, a hint of bitterness in your voice.

"Dazai."

He steps closer, towering over you. He always thought you looked best when you were looking up at him. It would almost sting that you're using his last name if it weren't for the fact that it sounded so good coming out of your mouth. He leans down to you just a tad bit.

"Sooo flustered..."

"I'm not flustered."

It's a joy to know he can still make you feel something, you were always wearing your heart on your sleeve, and your emotions on your precious little face. He sighs dramatically, waving his arms around.

"Mhm, sure you're not. You're lying... And it's honestly boring me to death! And I love death!"

You look away towards the port and roll your eyes, a quiet scoff escaping you along with it.

"Oh, so we're doing this."

It's almost like they're flirting, he thinks. Just like old times, maybe. It sends a thrill down his spine.

"Yes. We are."

You smile faintly, but it disappears just as fast as it materialized.

"I'll head out now and leave you to your favorite bench at your favorite spot, then."

He doesn't even allow you the chance to stand up before he shifts to stand fully in your way, imposing himself with an unreadable expression on his face that's hiding his real thoughts.

"Stay here a minute, I'd like to ask you a tiny little thing."

You tilt your head, the way you used to every time he perplexed you with some nonsense he'd spew out either to toy with you or when he'd say those three poisonous words you could never handle hearing from him.

"Dazai, I don't know if that's wise..."

He knew what you meant by that, because if you stayed like all the other times, you'd never leave. He sees the effect he has on you and he uses that to his advantage. His voice softens, something you aren't used to anymore.

"... But will you do it anyway? Stay here?"

You bite the corner of your lip and sigh... Of course you do.

"I guess... I will."

His eyes narrow and he fights back a smile at the thought of being able to stump you like this.

He's not sure where he's going with this but he's sure he'll think of something to say, he just wants to keep talking to you a little longer. He invades your personal space, and almost reaches out to place a hand on your face but decides not to, opting to keep the unbalanced dynamic going. You breathe out, unable to handle the silence, your cheeks already turning pink.

"Seems to me like you're stalling."

He observes you knowing how desperate you are to hear what he has to say, enjoying the moment of simply holding your gaze when he really should think of what the hell to ask you. He becomes dangerously close, his voice taking on a velvety approach with that lazy smile you love so much.

"Me? I'm doing nothing of the sort."

You look down at your shoes shamefully, something that would have made you so giddy to hear before now just feels like a slap to the face. Your eyes flicker to the way his hands now rest at his sides and it makes you wish they were wrapped around your neck instead. It all causes you to mumble without thinking.

"You always want to stop me from something... You keep me frozen in time."

He tilts his head, finally reaching out to take your hand but when you don't meet him halfway he settles for hooking his pinky around yours instead. He won't move it until you do first.

"Is that so bad? To be frozen by me?"

You're losing this battle, you know that because you can feel your heartbeat in your pinky when he tightens it just a little but it's enough to feel him invade you even further. He feels it too.

"I wish I thought it were..." You say, lamely.

"Why don't you, then?"

He asks quickly, amused. He squeezes your pinky harder and it's starting to cut your circulation off. You look back up with that ridiculously innocent face that always made him want to jump into the river, you didn't even know how precious you looked that way.

"You know why, Osamu."

Oh it's like a shot to the heart when you switch to his first name. How dare you. He wishes you'd say it under different circumstances because he doesn't like this one. That, plus the urge to mock you for your emotions always being so damn sincere causes his gaze to shift. It's less playful now as he stares into your eyes, his voice going low.

"... I don't think I do."

You bite the inside of your cheek again and taste blood from how hard you're holding back the urge to just. Go. But you can't and you won't. It's the same doomed story over and over again.

You murmur with pathetic longing.

"No, you never seem to."

He's figured out his question, and he figures why he's holding your pinky like he's a tourniquet and you're bleeding out, but he doesn't intend on saving you, he's not that kind of guy.

It's dark now, and the Sakura petals are slowing down their fall to death, almost afraid to interrupt the tension going on here. He nods towards you, amused.

"Please, enlighten me."

You look away, a sad smile on your face.

"I don't know if I'm strong enough for that tonight."

He knows that, and you're stupid if you don't think he knows every single little thing about you. This is all just a review. This is all just his way of making sure you haven't moved on this time for sure.

"Aww, look at you, unable to resist me.~"

He mocks you, yet moves his over hand to the small of your back to really make sure you stay here with him. You instantly regret letting your heart speak for you when you said you'd stay earlier. You frown, eyes glistening as the moon makes its presence known. The moon doesn't care to interrupt you two, but somehow it feels like it's on Dazai's side more than anything.

You shake your head, sighing.

"You're being mean. You should be home tonight and so should I."

He keeps staring into you, thinking how beautiful you look when you become so vulnerable around him. He finally releases your pinky, unable to take it anymore, and cups the side of your face instead while the other one still stays on your back. He shrugs and sighs as well, though it sounds more like an imitation of one.

"Perhaps I should be home. But I don't feel like it. Neither do I feel like letting you scurry away."

This causes you to purse your lips and knit your brows together, your patience running out from his games. He should have taken you out back and put you out of your misery ages ago, it's not too late, you think.

"Then what do you propose we do?"

"Hmm... Will you let me kiss you?" He asks as if this were the first time he's ever done it. As if he were concluding a successful first date. Your lip quivers, and he can feel you tremble.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

When you don't reply, he moves his face until his cheek is against yours and whispers into your ear.

"Are you going to say anything, silly? Or can I take this as a yes?"

You finally breathe out, the shock somewhat subsiding. You don't think twice, you're just as pathetic as you've always been. But so is he for asking.

"Kiss me."

You said yes. He gets what he wants from you, thank god. He won't tell you that just this morning he had a dream, or rather a revelation of you letting him kiss you. That he blew off his duties at the agency and visited every single place you used to frequent together until he found you here to make the prophecy come true. That this is a selfish attempt at getting not just that kiss, but your entire being. Your noses touch, and he whispers once more.

"Are you sure about that? You don't sound so sure, little thing."

You swallow hard, and your voice comes out meek and soft.

"I always am."

"Even now?"

He doesn't even wait for your reply before he's closing the distance between you, locking your lips together and sealing you against him, as if worried after all this time you'd still try to move away and leave. The kiss lasts longer than it was intended to, but eventually Dazai removes himself from you, he couldn't bear it if you did so first. You never would, you think to yourself. His gaze is genuinely soft now, his cruelty melting away like a snowflake, but you're dying in his arms like the petal.

"You've always known I'm yours, right? And you're mine?"

You want to cry when he says that, if only it truly was that mutual.

"I want it to be that way, but it seems you only kiss me when no one's around."

The empty outdoor space that envelops them, along with the waves rhythmically crashing against the port punctuates the silence that follows after. Dazai breaks the pause, something about what you just said bothering him deeply.

"If I kissed you when everyone was around, wouldn't they start to look?"

He knows that's terrible thing to say to you, but doesn't want to admit that the thought of others seeing him happy makes him feel like it's an omen, that the second he openly recognizes he's yours you won't stay his for very long. That it will all be a dream from another world. You scoff as you look away, your eyes stinging.

"Mmm... You're funny."

"I'm serious, me being in a relationship? Imagine that. I think the whole agency would be at a standstill. How scandalous."

He doesn't mean that, but he doesn't know why he can't stop pretending he doesn't have feelings and just speak the truth. Surprisingly, you crack a small smile at that, trying to find humor in the fact that you'll never figure him out.

"They'd all think you're looney, which you are."

"That's an understatement! They'd think I'm deranged for letting such a cute person take me away from my very important duties.~"

He plays along with your sarcasm, what matters is you're cooperating.

"They'd all say I'm too good for you, anyway. Especially Kunikida." You really make sure that one hurts, but all he shows is a sly grin.

"It's just better if people don't know we're together, right?"

You look away, the moon's fully illuminating you both.

"It's better not to be together at all, Osamu."

Your words actually hurt like a knife to the chest, and once he goes there, he can't stop it. You weren't supposed to make such a permanent statement. He narrows his eyes, but his voice remains soft, desperate even.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what I mean, I'm not some secret you keep."

He somehow recovers and replies as smug as possible.

"I like you that way. Frozen in time, remember? The prettiest ice sculpture for me to adore for all eternity.... What else do you want me to say?"

You wince at that.

"Just say anything. Can you say it? Can you at least tell me you loved me at one point in time?"

That does it for him. You look so sad, you look so pliable and it's so attractive, but he's not looking to exploit that anymore tonight. It brings out something else. Something he can't take back.

"You do know I don't ever want anyone else, right? It was real to me then, and it's real to me now. Don't be dense."

He didn't notice the tears in your eyes before, the way they glisten thanks to the moon who's always on his side. He's stern when he speaks to you, his eyes locked on yours to make sure you get it through you stubborn little skull how devoted he has always been and always will be, even if he doesn't show it in the way you want him to.

You're irritated and enamored as you sniffle.

"And what am I supposed to do with that information, huh?"

He speaks above a whisper, you barely hear it yourself; It might as well be an auditory hallucination. His face is solemn, matching yours for once. He's not hiding anything right now.

"Keep it close to your heart and be mine..."

He clears his throat, and moves his other hand from your back to the other side of your face, fully holding you, making sure you have no escape.

"... I'm all yours, so be all mine. Okay?"

"We really are the same kind of stupid, Osamu... Now what?"

You say with a scoff that turns into a small laugh, your voice remaining bittersweet even in between sniffles.

"Now?" His voice trails off, humming as he pretends to think. There was never another outcome to this story, he was never going to say anything different. It's just the way he prophesied it. The way it's meant to be.

"Now you're going to take me home. We're going to get back to your place, and you'll reintroduce me to your very cold and lonely bed I've missed so much as I hold you forever and ever. You'll have no choice but to fall madly in love with me again, as I am with you. Done."

He drops your face and takes your hand properly now, hoping to lead you away into the night. He knows he doesn't deserve this, so he has to make it count.

He's hoping you won't find him crass and reject his request, he doesn't mean to be so blunt. He's just a desperate idiot who refuses to see another season change without you.

When Dazai says he misses intimacy with you, it's because he does. It's because he wants to tell you that this is the last time the cycle repeats itself, this is how he ends it but he needs you to want it too. You stare at him in disbelief at first, your hollow breathing now becoming shaky with each inhale. You choose to believe him, something in his face tells you he's being real for once. Besides, you already have nothing, so you can't lose anything.

"... Then lie in it again. Convince me."

You tuck a strand of his messy bangs that frame his face behind his ear, and you realize how pretty he looks this way. You never noticed he could be even more devastating than usual. You hope he'll keep letting you push it back like this.

He smiles, his voice dropping to a pleading tone at your reverent touch. At your mercy.

"Oh, I plan on it. We've made it this far. Even if it wasn't mutual anymore, it doesn't make it any less true... at least not for me. And just so you know, I did love you at one point in time, and I love you now, you fool."

You look down once again at the fallen petals at your feet already turning brown, and you realize this won't be you tonight, or ever again. You realize there is meaning in all of this and you won't be the snowflake nor the petal, you're going to be Dazai's. You squeeze his hand back, the corner of your lip curling up as you both walk away under the moonlight.

[kindofatheatrekid]

Soft Yandere! Veteran being pegged! (No. You're not on top.)

How long has it been since I promised a male reader pegging this old dude? Uhhhhh... 😢

How about we not think about that and like- uh- focus that it got done? I have absolutely wonderful pookies that motivated me to finish this so let's all thank my lovely alphas for this! I wanted this to be on kinktober but writer's block and all dat- 😄

This has pegging. Which is in the title. It's clearly NSFW. So like-

MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI.

Alright! Now that that's all said and done! Enjoy fucking this old man!

TWs: overstimulation, condescending behavior towards reader, cum play, nipple play, I think that's it- comment if I forgot something pls-

WORD COUNT: 1.6K

KINKTOBER DAY ONE: TEMPERATURE PLAY

Pleasure. That’s the only thing you could possibly be thinking of right now. With your dick shoved into his ass, yet he was the one in full control of this situation. It didn’t matter that it was your hands on his hips— no. Your hands were just finding a place to grab onto while he rides you like he’s trying to drain you dry of both cum and life. This had to be why he looked like a silver fox, right? Stealing the vitality of the poor youth that got caught in his seductive ways. Which, in this case, was unfortunately and fortunately you. It was so warm inside him, the slowly cooling water only accentuating just how much more warmer he was— both from the soft walls that were clenching onto your dick like a vice, and from his skin. The wrinkled, aged skin that only made him even hotter in your eyes. White mixed with black hair on his arms just like his head.

Your eyes tear up from the sheer euphoria he was giving you, tongue almost shamelessly lolling as your mouth stayed open. If it wasn’t for that familiar, irritatingly enchanting glint in the old man’s eyes— moan after loud moan would have been falling off your kiss-bitten lips by now.

Speaking of lips, the reason for your current dilemma was now sliding his thumb over your bruised lower lip. His other hand goes to caress your cheek, the warmth forcing a groan to slip from you without warning. He notices the drool that threatened to leak, using it to coat your dry lips— dry from the heavy breaths you forced yourself to take as he rode you.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Cat got your tongue?” He chuckles out as you try to focus a glare on him, pathetically failing due to your vision blurring from the incoming tears. His hips suddenly slam down onto you; a brash, animalistic noise leaving you as you’re buried down to the hilt.

Heaven. This must be what heaven felt like.

Your hands scramble to grab onto his hips, grip almost bruising as if he was the only thing grounding you to reality right now. The almost hypnotic grinding of his groin towards yours not helping with the way your mind wanted to shut down immediately. The cool water, the heat from your combined breaths, the way his hands left trails of fire with every inch they grope your skin— there was just so much for your poor brain to handle.

It honestly felt like you were being used as a dildo with how little work you were doing for maximum pleasure. To be honest, you would happily live your days out as his dildo if that was a choice. His raging hard-on kept on rubbing against your stomach, pre-cum and bath water slick on your skin.

Water droplets dripped down from your hair as you chewed on your lower lip— eyes laser-focused on his cock. His cock that you wanted to touch and feel in your hands. Your left hand lets go of his hip just for it to tentatively stroke his neglected dick; the heat in your palm making you shiver in the water. Thumb slowly tracing circles along the slit of its head, pre-cum continuously dripping down to your wrist and into the already cloudy cold water.

You didn’t want to be the only one losing their head, determined to make him fall into this mindless pleasure you were presently in too. You wanted him to bear himself out like you were doing, to show you the raw, primal instincts that you also had. To the point where manners would be shoved aside, and the two of you would just take and take from each other.

His pace noticeably slows down at the growing pressure of your strokes— hand slowly, yet purposefully, running down his entire length. Fingers smearing the thin fluids along the veined skin, feeling it throbbing in your hands. You could hear the way his heart quickens to the same -if not faster- pace of yours, could see the lust-induced haze in the corners of his eyes.

You use this chance to buck your hips up without warning, relishing in the way his throat hitched. Hand reaching down to squeeze his aching balls that were full of cum ready to be released. Your own cock twitched inside him, not faring better than him— overstimulated, needy, desperate: those were the words that could perfectly describe your deafening thoughts at the moment.

Right when you think that you’ve managed to win this unspoken game between the two of you, his lips curve up into a grin. His eyes held a knowing glint, as if he could read what was exactly on your mind right now— it felt like he was stripping you with his gaze despite your nudity. Crow’s feet deepened while his eyes held an obvious twinkle of mischief.

You should’ve remembered that unspoken games have unspoken rules.

He brings his roughened hands up from the water, skin ice-cold from being in the water for too long. His hands sensually slide up your body -your warm skin prickling from the cold- until they stay on your chest. He could probably feel how hard your heart was pumping right now, wrinkled palm right on top of it. Your eyes meet: calm meeting with panicked, smug meeting with wary.

Rule #1: He’ll always be in charge.

Your back arches when his weathered fingers pinch your nipples— senses confused as warmth floods inside your body, yet everything outside is cold. A gasp-like moan involuntarily leaves your lips, lips formed into an o-shape as your grip on his cock tightens reflexively. A deep groan escaping him as well from the squeeze, cool fingers still refusing to stop as he twisted your nipples almost painfully.

Another, louder, moan is forced out from your vocal cords when his head dips down— lips clamped onto one of your nipples, rough stubble grazing against your wet skin. You couldn’t help but come when his hot tongue swirls around the sensitive nub, teeth grazing against the already tortured skin. Eyes rolled back once again for what felt like the hundredth time. Your other nipple, receiving the same cruel treatment with his icy fingers. He definitely felt when you came; the water significantly more opaque as your cum dripped down his thighs and into the tub you were both in. Your cock still painfully hard in him despite coming just a few seconds ago.

Rule #2: You’re the bitch. Not him.

His eyelashes flutter when he finally releases your nipple from his soft lips, fingers already tweaking it before you could even sigh in relief. Your hand quickly lets go of his cock to grab onto his steel reinforced hips for bearing again— forehead pressed against his chest as you whine for him to stop.

“Why are you moaning, лапочка? I’m the one with your dick in my ass so why are you acting like our positions are reversed, little one?” Fuck. His dirty talk only made you want to beg him for more.

Your moans only get louder as he pulls on your nipples, drool pouring out from your lips like you were a brainless zombie— lips unable to remain closed. Shivers ran across your entire body, body trembling from both the cold and your overused cock. You were sure that you were only shooting blanks by now, every pathetic squirt easily seeping into the cloudy bathwater. You’d need to take a shower afterwards to clean all the come off you.

Rule #3: Don’t ever expect to walk after he’s done.

A choked whimper leaves you when he finally pulls himself off you agonizingly slow, your limbs feeling like jelly by now. You didn’t resist when he brought you into his arms, mind a slurry of contradicting sensations and abused instincts. Your eyelids drooping when he captures your lips in his, the kiss a slow, but careful one— everything he did had a reason and was meticulously planned out. A likely habit from his youth.

“You did so well, Солнце. Such a good boy for me. I’m so proud of you~” He croons out in a heavy voice, peppering kisses all along your face as his scarred hands snake up to your neck— his touch tender as he strokes your warming face. His own, ignored, cock still stiff and raised while he pampered you with the kisses you desperately needed right now. Your voice just whines for more of his attention, arms wrapping around his cold body to pull you closer to him.

The two of you just stay in the chilled bathwater for a moment, clinging onto each other for warmth as your labored breaths become background white noise. His lips trail down to your neck, pressing kisses onto your frigid skin— your breath hitching as his tongue slips out to run a fiery trail of saliva up to your jawline. An almost hissed out groan leaving his lips when he tastes the cold salt on your skin.

His eyes looked practically feral at this point, licking his lips clean of your taste before he crashed his lips onto yours to share what he thought was his own heaven. Swallowing down all your moans and whimpers like a starving man who finally got a feast laid out in front of him.

He reluctantly breaks from the kiss for the both of you to breathe. His hot breaths harsh on your skin as he leans his lips closer to your ear— whispering at a volume where you could only hear even if there was no one else around you two. A little secret that only you would know with him.

“As sweet as ever, Милый.”

Translation:

Солнце = sunshine

лапочка = sweetie pie / cutie

Милый = dear / darling

A/N:

Damn. I honestly didn't think this pegging would win. It was honestly included as both a joke and the consequence of staying up too late for too many consecutive nights... (Y'ALL TORTURED ME. THIS WAS SO HARD TO KEEP THIS OLD MAN'S HOLIER THAN THOU ATTITUDE WHILE BEING RAMMED!!) 😟

There. Y'all got to fuck the old dude. Happy now?? But anyways please comment anything you want me to do. (It'll take time, though. I'm not chat GTP okay?) 😩

Just no vomit, scat, and the works okay? Golden showers are a hell no too. Look. I'm not going to kink shame here, but I cannot write anything like that due to my BOUNDARIES. Non-con, baby trapping, and other dark matters are fine. I love that shit. But yeah. Maybe I'll make another OC, maybe not. It really depends on my mood. 😘

AUTHOR OUT! 😌

[bougiebutchbinch]

I love tgirl buggy/tboy Croc it drives me nuts how much content of one of them being trans is m/m or f/f cause like! Both are very good but The Desire (tm) is a depiction where theyre like complimentary and euphoria vice via differences (trans croc complimenting on how small and delicate buggy is in his hands, Buggy calling Croc a big hairy brute and then they fuck good on the table in front of Mihawk’s salad)

Cause you knooooow tgirl buggy would adore doing that petite girl shit where she’s like slipping her hand into Crocodile’s or emphasizing how tiny and weak she is compared to him and like Croc loves putting that clown in his place but fuck it has to hit different when the clown is willingly participating, beaming and encouraging you to demonstrate your strength and oohs and awes and calls you sexy and handsome

YESSSSSSSSSSS

I gotta admit, I mostly see Buggy as very transmasc nonbinary (PROJECTION WHOMST) and Croc as a trans man who looooves fucking his little clown up. But I love this too! I am always here for transmasc/transfem t4t :3c

And it fits them so well!

Transfem Buggy would looove being Croc's cute little girl...... she would be sat on Croc's lap at all hours just feeling so tiny and loved.... He could just pick her up and carry her around like a doll in the curve of his hook, and she would be sooo 😳😳😳😳

Croc (in, uh, a kinder universe? Maybe? I tend to like them with a strong edge of abuse/borderline noncon, but I'm really not comfy with casting trans men as trans women's abusers given the current 'trans men are all evil rapists' Disk Horse flying about so uhhhh nice Croc it is) would just absolutely cherish her.... She's demanding and bratty and annoying as fuck, but there's this way she looks at him when he loses patience and pins her down (breathless, delighted to have won a reaction) that makes him feel simultaneously euphoric and played. He low-key loves it.

I can just imagine Crocodile awkwardly stammering out that Buggy is beautiful, and Buggy laughing him off, presuming it's a joke (it's always a joke, right?) But then she catches a glimpse of his stunned, lovestruck face, and is like. Oh. Oh. He... meant it?

And Buggy running her fingers through Croc's hair and him relaxing for the first time in oh-so-long, feeling like he can let down his guard with someone who truly understands him.... Gah. The emotions!

[crimeronan]

i can already feel made-up brain strawmen getting mad at me for using "found family" to describe severance and yelling WHY CANT PEOPLE JUST BE FRIENDS. GOD YOU FUCKING FANROTTED ASSHOLES ARE SO DETERMINED TO WATER EVERYTHING DOWN TO NOTHING guys i promise..... it's ok.... i know theyre friends. and that this is a loose constellation of coworkers coerced into an upsetting codependent relationship due to external horrors beyond their control. i'm evilly assigning them an oppressive social construct and pretending it's cute because i have no critical thinking skills and i want to make everybody really mad at me, forever. thank you for your understanding.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

WEEWOO IM HERE FOR THE EVENT!! (also smth I noticed, you can't copy paste your moots @ from one post to another, bc they don't receive the notif;_; I checked my mentions for your @ and uh- nope)

ANYWAY "nights spent in" with Leona pls (or Ruggie or Kalim or Jack or Jamil 💀💀) I just want a lazy night with takeout and cuddles and looking at the city/town from the hotel or room balcony in peace but I also need this frigging degree-

Nights Spent In; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, so much fluff, gender-neutral reader, romance

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; I came up with a whole meal for this and I want everything. All of the food mentioned is North Indian vegetarian food, except for Leona's. Best of luck with that degree, Soru!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You were lounging on the sofa on the balcony, a light breeze coming off the waves helping cut most of the heat from the day as night slowly painted the sky in a deep navy. Honestly, you could fall asleep right here, since you were warm and very comfy. Count on the royal family of the Sunset Savannah to spare no expense, even when it came to their balcony furniture for the smallest of their vacation homes. 

Speaking of the Kingscholars, Leona had said that he was going out to grab you both dinner, which would have shocked anyone else, but he put in the work when it came to you. You were the exception. Of course, though, he expected something in return, which was usually either using you as his pillow or giving him a kiss… or several until he was satisfied with how fast he could make your heart flutter. Smug bastard…

“Hmm, I went through all the trouble of gettin’ you food and here you are nearly passed out,” he sighed, having sneaked up on you. But he sighed, putting the food down.

Leona leisurely walked over to you before promptly laying on top of you and resting his chin on your shoulder, trapping you. He let out a long sigh and bumped his head against yours.

Taking the message, you started scratching behind his ears and hummed. “I thought I had to pay you back after we ate,” you mused.

He chuffed, but his tail was slowly waving back and forth in a relaxed manner, he was only putting on a show. “You can pay me now and then,” he grumbled, looking up at you and raising a brow expectantly.

You knew that face, it was the face that he made when he wanted a kiss but didn’t want to say it. “You can get the rest of it, but after we eat-” your stomach made a low rumble underscoring your statement. “Before I decide to eat you instead,” you joked, and poked him in the ribs to prompt him to get off you.

Leona rolled his eyes, but yielded, he wanted his damn kisses sooner rather than later. Plus the last time he had decided to lay on you and prevent you from getting food, you had indeed bit him. Even though you didn’t really leave a mark, it still stung a bit, and he would rather not get teased by the others if they found out it had happened again.

“What did you get by the way,” you asked. Whatever it was smelled divine. Your stomach gurgled even louder, sounding more akin to some beast demanding food.

Leona chuckled a bit at the commotion, but brought the food out. “Went to a small place, family run and owned,” and he brought out several containers of food. He looked at his order, “Malai kofta, raita, paratha, mattar paneer-”

You saw one other container and raised a brow.

“Rogan josh,” he answered, swiping the container away from you.

You rolled your eyes at him, but you were more than happy at the food he had got, and knew that he left a hefty tip even though he would deny it. Not only had he made you, and your ravenous stomach’s, night, but also the restaurant owners’ as well. 

Now content and full of food, the both of you laid in bed, your legs intertwined. “Thanks for getting dinner,” you hummed, feeling the sleepiness from earlier returning.

Leona turned his head to you, and rubbed circles on your hip, slowly. He was wearing the same expectant look again. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” But there was no smugness, Leona was full and just as tired as you, so he was more like a tired kitty looking for some love.

You shuffled over and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, and he let out a tired sigh, pupils dilating into round saucers. “I love you,” you placed another kiss on his lips before placing one on his scar and lingering there.

He bumped his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know… I love you too.”

~~~~~~~

Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii @leonistic

[lemon-russ]

I'm doing super normal and am being very productive today. I did not sleep till noon and then write baby fever fluff instead of work. That would be wildly irresponsible.

...anyway here's some baby fever fluff with Leman. (On my phone so probably not edited or formatted great)

Ao3

Lemanette Baby Fluff

“We don't bite our friends-” The Legion Mother of the Space Wolves chided. She picked up the squirmy demi-god as he fussed and tried to sink his tiny fangs into the arm of a laughing Astartes again.

“It's alright, Wolf Mother, Little Russ can teeth on me whenever he wants!” The good-natured Bloodclaw said with a proud smile. She chuckled, cradling the baby to her shoulder and trying to soothe his fussing.

“I don't want him to get in the habit of chomping on anyone he likes, but thank you.” She sighed with a smile, rocking side to side a little.

The baby calmed down and looked up at her from her arms, pouting and looking at her with his fathers blue-grey eyes. She smiled and let out a deep, resigned sigh. She couldn't stay mad at him, he didn't know what he was doing.

She gave a nod goodbye to her sons latest chew toy, cradling the baby to her shoulder and humming a soothing lullaby quietly. She made her way through the tunnels of the Aett to her families little home, a set of rooms and quarters Leman had set aside for them to act as a private dwelling while they raised their pup.

“Leman! He's chewing on the bloodclaws again.” She said with a chuckle as she brought the baby to his crib.

“Well he'd be less bitey if you let him teethe properly.” Russ said as he joined them in the nursery.

She furrowed her brow and frowned. “I'm not letting him chew bones, Leman.” She said sternly.

He pouted back. “Why not? I cut my teeth on bones when I was his age-”

“Again, you were raised by actual literal wolves, Leman. You know that's a way to call someone improper where I'm from? ‘Were you raised by wolves??’” She huffed, crossing her arms. The littler Russ giggled and pulled himself up in his crib, tugging playfully on his mother's hair.

Leman rolled his eyes, “My little love, he is also being raised by wolves. A good femur to gnaw on will get him through the worst of it and sharpen his fangs.” He said, smiling at his sons babbling and bouncing in the crib.

She grimaced. “Ew- no, no, I will not treat my child like an actual animal. I'll get him some teethers from a civilized place, something made of stuff babies can actually chew on without making me think they'll get parasites.” She grumbled, turning to the baby and giving him her hands to hold onto so he could bounce on his pudgy legs.

Leman chuckled, walking up behind her and snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her to his side. He put his chin on top of her head, needing to bend a little to do so, and smiled. He kissed the crown of her hair. “You are so doting on him, my little wolf mother. The pup is half primarch. He probably could subside off snow and rocks.” He murmured, kissing the side of her head.

She sighed, leaning into the hug. “I don't know that, though. I don't know anything about what parts of being a primarch he got…” she pouted, lifting the baby back into her arms and cradling him between them.

Leman ran a gentle hand over his sons fine cornsilk hair. “Well, we know he got some strength when he wants it. And my fangs.” He said proudly. “And we know he heals faster than baselines, like when he got that bump on his forehead, and it healed in an hour.”

She sighed and smiled, pressing her lips to the babys soft hair, making the boy giggle in delight. “That one is very comforting, at least. Though maybe not so much, as he'll probably get himself in enough trouble to rival a baseline boys' antics on a worse scale. I can only imagine the nonsense he could pull if he didn't fear injury.” She chuckled tiredly. “When I was young, my brother tried to sled of a cliff and broke his arm. Imagine how much chaos that would be if he healed the arm in a week? No consequences for little boy insanity?” She shuddered, squeezing the baby closer to her.

Leman laughed gently, kissing her cheek. “Do not fret, my little love, I will teach him to be responsible with his strengths and to not terrify his poor Mama.” He reassured.

She sighed, smiling up at him warmly. “You worry me enough. Now there's two of you. I don't know how I'll handle watching you both bare knuckle brawl monsters in the woods.” She said as she lay her head on his chest.

Leman grinned. “Easily- fret less and trust that I'm not so easy to kill. And Neither is our pup, it seems.” He said, scopping the giggly baby from her arms.

He grinned and held the boy up, spinning him in the air and illiciting a symphony of baby laughs and squeals from him. “Right, pup? You're going to be strong and sturdy like your Papa!” He grinned, his fanged smile matching his sons.

She leaned back against the crib, smiling softly and letting out a sigh. “I can't believe I went through all that work of growing him in my body, diligently building him out of pastries and honey-meat, and all I did was make a tiny exact copy of you.” She smiled as Leman swooshed the baby gently in the air like he was flying.

Leman laughed, his son joining him in sweet musical giggles. “Nonsense! He has your nose. And complextion.”

She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Thats the stuff people say to moms when it's rude to say, ‘sorry, that baby is a miniature replica of your husband.’”

He laughed, pulling the baby to his shoulder and walking back to her, planting a big kiss on top of her head. “Easy solution, my little wolf mother.” He said, rubbing her back and pulling her to him.

She smiled and quirked her head in a question up at him.

He grinned mischievously. “We just have to try for a girl now.” He said with a gleam in his eye.

She laughed, blushing and leaning into his hug. “You're insatiable. I knew you'd want me to be pregnant constantly.” She teased, and he let out a low chuckle that rumbled through his chest.

“I don't remember ever denying those accusations.” He murmured, planting another kiss on her hair.

[risustravelogue]

I have to work tomorrow, despite tomorrow being a public holiday. (sob)

It got me thinking about Alhaitham's reaction to you having to work on holidays.

"Really? What a bother... Can't you get out of it somehow?" is his reaction when you tell him the night before said holiday.

You try to convince him that you really need to clock in, that there's this big project you need to talk about with your colleagues before the work week ends. By the end of the day, he is convinced.

... Or so you think.

Cue him trapping you in his arms when you try to get out of bed the next morning.

"Haitham?"

"Nnn."

"Let me go. I need to work."

"No."

"Come on, we talked about this already."

"No. Stay. It's a holiday. You're not supposed to work on holidays. Take a break."

"I told you I need to work on this today--"

His arms tighten around your waist. "No. Stay in bed. Stay with me. I'll pamper you all day. Anything you want... Just don't go."

You let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, better use that Acting Grand Sage title of yours to get me out of work then!"

He chuckles and nuzzles your back. His fingers knead on your stomach and sides, the comforting sensation making you smile. He murmurs against your skin.

"Thought you'd never ask."

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[cupcakewebkinz]

I was thinking about one of the headcannons @whos-lucy had and I was wondering... What would a day in Shanon's life look like with Vee asking permission to do... Literally anything? So I wrote about it, you're welcome.

*cough* @soupiestzilla *cough* eat food.

♡

Shanon smiled as she got up that morning, as it was one of the first days off she had with the toons, and she wanted to spend time with them to see what they liked to do. She stretched, yawned, then simply walked out of her room, pajamas and messy hair, no care. Though in the hallway, she ran into an odd sight... Vee was just sitting there, waiting, sitting on the edge of the living room. Shanon looked at her with a very confused look, while Vee just silently stared back for a moment, hand on her leg, where she had been injured when she found her.

"May I change my bandages in the bathroom, please?" Vee quietly asked, which made Shanon even more confused. Why... Would she have to ask about that..?

"Uh, yeah Vee, that's... Pretty important. Do you want me to come help you?" She asked, and when the robot nodded, she smiled and walked right over, scooping up the toon and going into her room again to use the master bathroom instead, as it had more space to move in it. Vee looked extremely anxious, clinging to her as she looked down.

"Miss, I'm not-"

"You're allowed in my room, Vee. It's alright to look around, you're okay here." Shanon softly reassured, flicking on the light to her bathroom before she sat Vee down on the toilet seat, then knealt down in front of her and started unbandaging her leg. Vee was silent, looking away, still staring at the floor. Was she never allowed to look at any room except hers? Why would she behave like that? Shanon just grabbed the first aid kit she kept beside the shower and opened it, grabbing the things she needed to rebandage it before she closed it again, and soon patched her right up. They couldn't clean it or disinfect it because... Well... That's wet, she can't get Vee wet, so that was what they had to do. It did look much better already though, ichor was weird like that. Shanon slowly got back up and picked Vee right up again, walking out of the bathroom with her before she turned off the light, then walked out of her room again. She never closed any doors, mostly since she was used to living completely on her own, plus she didn't have anything to hide from them honestly.

"Now, where did you want to go? I gotta make Shelly and I breakfast." She asked, getting a shrug from Vee.

"I usually just stay in our room... I don't do much..." She admitted, making Shanon immediately concerned.

"Vee, you can do stuff, you never have to shut yourself in your room here. Come on, let's go to the kitchen together, I... Don't like the idea of you being alone." She replied, and without even waiting for a reply, she carried Vee right off to the kitchen with her, putting her down on a stool she had in there before she started getting things ready to make the food. Vee watched, looking extremely hesitant to do anything other than listen to Shanon. It was kind of concerning...

"Am I allowed to go see where Shelly is?" Vee asked, making Shanon nod.

"Just don't run, please. You're allowed to find your girlfriend though." Shanon softly replied, watching as the robot very carefully lowered herself and got off the stool, just to very carefully start walking off at an incredibly slow pace. Shanon blinked a few times as Shelly walked in casually, then sighed when she saw what Vee was doing.

"Vee your normal walk isn't running."

"To you! What if she thinks it is? I'd be in trouble!" Vee retorted, which made Shanon sigh.

"Honey she's right, you can walk normally, you can even speed walk, I just don't want you going so fast you run into things. You're also an adult, you really don't need my permission to do anything." She explained, getting a nod of understanding from Shelly, while Vee just... Looked even more nervous, now fidgeting with her antennae and looking at Shelly, obviously not really understanding. Shelly just shrugged as she sat on the counter, understanding the very laid back rules pretty well- as long as things are reasonably clean, nothing is broken on purpose and nobody's hurt, she doesn't care. But to Vee, this was a field of landmines, sure she'd say it's fine now but later, what would happen? Delilah always was that way, one day she'd be able to go to a certain room, the next day it's banned. One day she can take a nap, the next day she can't. She could hardly see the other mains in her freetime in the end, as Delilah kept telling her no. Vee was confused... And always has been, honestly. She looked at Shanon for answers again, pleading with her for more strict rules, but they were never answered, mostly because she had genuinely no idea.

"So... Can... Can we play a board game after breakfast and be okay?" Vee asked after an internal panic attack, and Shanon nodded.

"Yeah I actually bought those for you two the day after I brought you here, I'm surprised you never touched them." Shanon replied casually, making Vee nervously laugh while Shelly looked at her.

"Vee kept saying we'd be in trouble if we did and refused to touch them, I have no idea why she's like this. Wasn't Veronica the really laid back handler you really liked to hang around, mom?" Shelly asked, and Shanon nodded, having a feeling she knew exactly why though. She had to hold back from showing anger, but after seeing her babies in such a poor state, abandoned, forgotten, and now acting like abused children- oh she was pissed at Delilah. She just took a deep breath, then smiled again.

"Veri is still like that, just in a different state now, we still talk. But don't worry about it baby, I'll handle it, okay?" Shanon reassured as she continued to make the pancakes, getting a nod from Shelly. She could tell Shelly had a lot more trust and love in her than Vee, but she was at peace with that, as she was Shelly's handler not Vee's. She'll show Vee as much love as she could, she'll make her feel very loved and cared for, even if she would have to hide the fact that she wants to grab an AK-47 and kill a bitch while doing so.

"We'll just work extra hard to make her see how nice you are!" Shelly boldly said, getting a look from Vee.

"I know your handler, you two were inseparable, I trust her. I... I won't talk about it though, I'm not allowed t-"

"You're allowed to do anything, Vee, stop. If you need to talk about anything, we're here for you darling, please... Just say what's going on." Shelly pleaded, but Vee shook her head.

"I'll just go get the board games..." Vee softly spoke, walking off at a somewhat normal pace now. Shelly looked absolutely frustrated, her tail wagging slowly as she thought, obviously just wanting Vee to accept that everything is okay now and upset she couldn't grasp it yet. Shanon sighed as she flipped over the last pancake, then took it off the pan and slid it onto the plate she had for Shelly before handing it to her.

"I get it, I'm worried about her too, but I want you to trust me here. Just keep saying yes to everything she asks for, unless she's going to hurt someone. If we make it normal for her to hear yes, it'll help her understand a bit better. Though, if we could find out who made her like this, I'd like to know." Shanon softly said, and Shelly nodded as she started eating her pancakes quietly. She knew exactly what she meant, she was honestly on the same page though, she'd love to beat up whoever the hell made Vee so on edge about everything. The two however just quietly ate as they sat in different spots in the kitchen, Vee eventually coming back and just sitting on the floor between them, watching curiously. It was pretty uneventful for a bit, as all Vee wanted to do was play various board games with them, though when it was around lunchtime, there was a gentle tug on Shanon's shirt as she was making Shelly her dino nuggets. Shanon just looked, and it was Vee, holding one of Shanon's many dinosaur books.

"Yeah you can read that, go ah-"

"I was wondering if... You'd read it to me, after you eat." Vee gently corrected her, making Shanon blink a few times. Odd request, but if her and Shelly wanted storytime, she was willing to do it.

"Oh, yeah absolutely, you wanted to cuddle on the couch as I did it, right? Shelly told me you loved doing that." Shanon suggested, watching as Vee's eyes widened in shock and awe, her tail starting to wag a little as she just nodded. Shanon chuckled at that, it was so cute seeing her act like such a kid. Though she soon was back to making sure the nuggets didn't burn at all, ignoring how Vee walked off behind her, hoping pretending she didn't notice would make her feel more comfortable going around the house and exploring. However, it wasn't long before she felt a familiar tug, and she looked back over. Vee now had her favorite plush tucked under her arm, the other stayed in place with her hand still gripping her shirt. She looked up at her like a little kid would when they wanted attention, but didn't know how to ask for it, so Shanon softly pet her head a little as she turned back to the oven.

"Almost done honey, I can give you attention after they're done."

"Why are you so nice to me?" Vee suddenly asked, making Shanon freeze. Her heart ached at how confused and desperate for answers she sounded, and it hurt worse when she looked back at her and saw the weary look in her eyes and slight frown in her smile. She desperately needed love, even though she was scared of it. Shanon would've sobbed right there and then if she wasn't used to seeing that look.

"Because everyone deserves love, Vee. That would include you, and it always will, no matter who told you you don't before I took you in. You're always going to deserve to be treated like anyone else, and if anyone tells you otherwise, just tell them to shut the fuck up. You are an amazing toon, okay? I'll always be here to remind you of that, and so is Shelly." Shanon explained, watching Vee as she tried to make herself believe it, but she didn't seem to. That's okay, she'll believe it eventually, no matter how much it stung to see what used to be such a usually bold and outgoing person act so scared and beaten up.

"Can I have a hug before we start reading..?" Vee asked quietly, but before Shanon replied, she knealt down and gave the robot a tight hug, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall as she held her protectively. She'd swear she'll never let anyone else hurt her if she could, though she instantly started slightly crying when Vee hesitantly hugged her back. This poor baby... Was scared to give someone hugs... How dare they do this to her.

"You can always hug me baby, I'll always give you a hug. I'll always protect you... I promise."

"Always..?"

"Always."

[fatedroses]

I know I design him with the intention that he becomes an evasion tank, but there's an irony I find very amusing in making his new magitek armor lighter than his original.