#platonic req ♡ table for one

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Phighting! HC Req💕Mama Scythe

💕💕 Scythe as a mother has always been a HC for me,,, she's always wanted children,,,

Sweetii's Notes:

This writing has the following trigger warnings:

Mentions of serial murder, mentions of infanticide, mental distress.

Found family dynamic is featured!

These are character headcanons! I may study them through this!

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Scythe never wanted to admit it to anyone, as she's known for her serial murders, but she's always wanted children of her own.

She longed to cradle a child in the arms she had that bore the hands that stained the Faction grounds with thick layers of crimson blood.

Every time she thought of wanting a child, she felt sick to her stomach. The cognitive dissonance tore her apart from the inside. How could she bring life when all she does is wipe the same life from the face of Inphernal? Knowing she had that power, it made her nauseous.

What if she were to kill her own child?

It brought her to tears multiple times, and she's woken up from nightmares thinking about it at all. The Church doesn't really pay attention to this distress, but if she had brought it up to Broker, he'd just say to her that maybe she needed to seek the Overseer for some more advice, but other than that…

“ Just ignore it, Scythe! It's all part of the job! ”

Medkit picks up on the motherly behaviour at times. He notices Scythe preparing laundry for him when he's too tired to clean himself, and she cooks for him at times.

He's asked about this, but Scythe dodges the questions as best as she can. Which leads to some graceful exchanges.

“ I've noticed you folded my clothes for me. ” “ It's all jus' part ‘o my job, ’Kit. ” “ You needn't do that, though, why do it now? ” “ Jus' noticed 'ya were tired. ” “ (I didn't say anything to her…) ”

But Medkit doesn't push for answers; if she won't answer, she doesn't have to, and he doesn't answer her either.

Scythe has strolled through Crossroads for some breaks here and there, but at times, she sees a mother with her child. It fills her with an intense feeling. Not anger, it's something more potent than a violent rage.

Sorrow.

She couldn't have any children as her Gear was modified to hell and back. The kid would come out malformed, at least, that's what she feared. She could give less of a damn if the child was broken physically, she'd care for it either way—even if the chances of death were high.

But seeing other mothers giving their children a normal life, it's heartbreaking to her. Why can't she have that life? The Church promised her that life, but all she's done is kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill—

“ Scythe? What are you doing in Crossroads? ” “ GAH! Awh… ‘Kit… Don’t jus' scare me like that. I could'a wrung 'yer neck. ” “ … You were looking at that family, don't tell me you're planning— ” “ ‘Kit, I do my job, I don’ just kill innocents ‘fer the hell of it. ”

Medkit put two and two together. He was able to figure it out, with her hand hovering over her stomach area, before she started to fiddle with her Gear. His expression softened at her brief vulnerability, even if it was for a split second.

Scythe then, after a bit more mulling and musing, finally told Medkit about her dreams. It shocked him, after all, she's a serial killer, but he understood her anxiety about taking care of a kid. He couldn't think of the kid's future in the Church, and if Scythe didn't want to leave, SFOTH knows how the kid would end up if it were conceived.

So, of course, Medkit took the time to listen to Scythe venting about her dreams, and after some deliberation, he told her that he doesn't mind if she treats him like a kid—he just can't stand seeing that vulnerable expression in her face, it's not like her.

And besides, he's mistakenly called her “ma” and “mom” at times…

And Scythe is, surprisingly, a very good mother figure. She always cooked breakfast for Medkit to the point that it's become routine for him to ask her what she's cooking.

“ What's for breakfast, mom? ” “ Nothin' much, ‘Kit. I got some eggs benedict with some bacon on the table if ’ya want it! ”

She seems a bit happier with this dynamic, and while Medkit seemed distant before, he's slowly warmed up to her. It made her happy, knowing that he's smiling only in her presence, even if they're both in the cult; both stuck for different reasons, but stuck together nonetheless.

She combed his hair at times, and took the time to braid it before Phights. Gossip is also exchanged between the two, always snickering over dumb conflicts. Gossip sessions never end when tea is involved, as Medkit will keep going on, and on, and on; and Scythe will ramble the same way.

However, she's still a killer.

But if for just a bit, she can forget she was ever a bad person, maybe this would be it.

[gothicfied]

Teen reader who is comforted and taken care by the other players because of her young age?? Father and daughter relationship, big sister and lil sister,etc. btw I love your ficss!! ♡

Squid Game (S2/S3) characters with a teen (18) reader

Pairing: Various characters x teen!fem!reader, !!platonic!!

Warnings: Mentions of killing, gunshots, death, fights, violence (typical squid game stuff), reader is !!18!! years old, slight swearing, this is set in Season 2, other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

A/N: The req is 6 months old, SORRY. But, I still had fun writing this since it's easier to imagine yourself in that position lololol This is also probably the last squid game fic I'll write, either for now or even for longer, unless I get a request again. It's sad that this era is over now, I still remember how excited I was for Season 2 back in 2021 ):

જ⁀➴ For as long as you could remember your parents struggled with debt and you never questioned it when they would disappear the whole day for work just to put food on the table. So, when you turned 18 and graduated secondary school, you didn't go to University, but started to work jobs here and there to help your parents out. Some of them were sketchy, some of them didn't pay enough for the work you were doing, some of them were exhausting.. but an opportunity came when a man made you a strange proposal: Play ddakji with him — If you win, he'll give you money, if you lose he'll.. slap you?

જ⁀➴ Ultimately, the guy in the suit couldn't bring himself to hurt him (maybe because you were so young) and just handed you a card with a number on it. Yeah, turns out participating in this weird stuff was the worst decision of your life. Waking up in this dormitory, suddenly wearing a green tracksuit instead of your usual clothes and finding out you're stuck here with 455 other people already scared you shitless.

જ⁀➴ When other people started to notice you and how young you looked, you immediately became the focal point of their attention. People left and right were asking you all kinds of questions, if you were okay or not, how old you were, what the hell you werr doing there. You quickly understood that everyone here had a debt problem... but everyone here was also at least in their mid twentys.

જ⁀➴ After the gruesome experience that the first game was, with people getting shot and dying because of a game (or so you thought at the moment) there was one particular group that took you in. Two marines, one pregnant lady, a guy that claims to be the winner of one of the previous games and 001 himself, who seriously freaked you out.

જ⁀➴ Jung-bae and Gi-hun became your biggest protectors — Next to Jun-hee, who was carrying her baby, you basically still were a baby. Whenever the pink guards gave out food, those two split it up between you and the other girl, saying that you guys need it more than they do. Particularly Jung-bae was shocked at hearing your reason for being here: "You shouldn't have done this, financial problems are the worries of the parents!" He scolded you, but never meant it.

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho, the other marine, kept telling you how much you reminded him of his sister. Even though he was the youngest child back home, he was fully blooming in this new big-brother-role that he adapted when it came to you. He spoke up for you whenever someone else decided to be an asshole to you, he laid awake in his bed most of the time to watch over you (ever since Gi-hun told him about ambushes at night he's been paranoid) and would actually sacrifice himself in one of the games if it meant you'd be safe.

જ⁀➴ Jun-hee and you were much closer in age than you were with any others. She became comfortable with you in an almost instant, mostly because you were also a woman. She woke you up to ask you if you'd come to the bathroom with her in the middle of the night, to which you were joined by an older lady, Geum-ja, and another woman, Hyun-ju.

"You are so young.. oh, my heart breaks for you, my child." Geum-ja told you once you were escorted to the bathroom, to which you were only able to nod. What else was there to say? You really just wanted to help your parents out. "I just.. you don't understand, we really need the money." Geum-ja looked at you sympathetically, but she was just really disappointed in the world for making someone like you worry about debt. "Hey," Hyun-ju spoke out, "If you need anything, yell for me, okay? I'll make sure nothing happens to you. You have.. so much ahead of you."

જ⁀➴ You mostly felt cringe and maybe also a bit uncomfortable when hearing people talk to you like you were a child. Then again, these people didn't have the humanity to deny participation to a pregnant woman and a teenager, so you were kind of glad to get special treatment from the other players. Even Young-il, the guy that creeped you out the most, had a pity expression on his face whenever you joyfully talked about things only someone at your age would talk about. Video games, the grades you finished school with, friend group drama... it was obvious you didn't know anything about the world yet and it was even sad for him to hear it so clearly.

જ⁀➴ After another failed round of voting, the two idiots from the 'O' side of the dormitory started approaching your bed. Thanos and Nam-gyu, you quickly learned, were the one's causing most of the trouble and now it seemed like they wanted to manipulate you as well. "Hey there, little Dove," the purple-haired junkie started, to which you told him to fuck off, basically. "Woah, hey? Watch your mouth, kid. I definitely didn't know those words when I was your age." For about five minutes these two tried to talk you into voting 'O' next time, because "It would only benefit you!" and "You wouldn't have to work for a bit with that money!" You called out for Hyun-ju who quickly made them go away.

જ⁀➴ In the end, you understood you were doomed as soon as more players started to die due to fights and lights out. There were plenty of others who were there to protect you, who promised you that you'd get out alive, but now you weren't so sure anymore.. the revolution Gi-hun wanted to go through with seemed like the only option for everyone to get out of here.

[t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d]

Totally Platonic [CRUMBS]

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ little scenario to come out of Totally Platonic! bc someone reblogged abt don n leo and it gave me an idea LMAOOOO anyway might do stuff like this for any future fics :}}

Donnie sat tucked away in his lab, slouched over some new project that he had been determined to finish in a night. He had his headphones on with music playing, the lights turned low to help his eyes, and completely undisturbed in his work. It was so nice to be able to work with this peace and quiet.

“Donatello.”

God fucking damn it.

With a loud, dramatic sigh, Donnie set down the tool in his hand and slipped his headphones off, swiveling in his chair to give Leo a look.

"What. What could be so important that you must tear me from my brilliant, genius inventions?" Before Leo could even get a word in, Donnie stuck a hand up in a 'halt' motion. “You have ten seconds.”

He pulled up his phone, setting a timer. “Go.”

Leonardo scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Youtoldthem,Ican’tbelieveyou,youfuckingsnitch-!”

The timer rang and Donnie turned back to his lab table, putting his headphones on and slipping his protective goggles over his eyes. “Aw, too bad, I couldn’t understand you and your time is up. Boohoo, so sad, leave me alone.” He waves his hand dismissively. “Any moment now, dear brother.”

Leo groans, leaning over Donnie’s lab table, glaring and tapping his fingers on the desk until he’s given attention again.

“Okay, what then? What could you possibly want of me?”

“You’re a snitch!”

Dontello furrowed his (fake) eyebrows, clicking his tongue in thought as Leo’s tail swished in agitation, hitting Donnie’s desk and causing dull thunking sounds. (To not embarrass his brother further, the softshell pretended not to notice Leo balling up his fists in order to not flutter his claws at him.)

He snapped his fingers. “Ohhh, you mean how I informed Y/n of your romantic interest in them?”

“Yes, of course I’m talking about that!” Leonardo shouted back, cheeks burnt red. “That was embarrassing! Man, I thought we were brothers!” He huffed.

“Oh, please. You can’t tell me you aren’t secretly grateful. We all know that you weren’t ever going to actually admit it to them.” Donnie pointed out.

The red-eared slider went silent.

“My point still stands.” Leo smacked the back of Donnie’s head. “Asshat.”

A/N ;; hihi back!!! this was meant to be a scene in the og fic but i couldn't find anywhere to squeeze it in </3 SOOO for future fics, i might do lil add-ons where i call em crumbs (like this one) and write scenes that didn't make the cut ^^ ALSO THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THE POSITIVE RECEPTION ON MY FIRST FIC AKDKJDNFBNS IM SO GLAD SO MANY PEOPLE LIKED IT :DDD more reqs/fics in the work that will be done in due time!!

LUV FROM ;; CUPEZ

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[sweetiiami-writes]

Phighting! Drabble Req💕Illumina x Reader

💕💕 ILLUMINAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sweetii's Notes:

Reader is gender neutral!

This may be suggestive; please keep this in mind.

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 　A gentle nip at your neck caused you to break in his arms, and you melted, moaning softly.

 　And he seemed rather intrigued by your amusing behaviour.

 　“You seem to enjoy my kisses, beloved.” He brought his hand lower, between your thighs—you don't know whether you wanted to curse or thank your clothes for being in the way.

 　This godforsaken bird smirked. He knew how to make you break in the most beautiful way he could. It riled him up, if only you could catch his quiet exhale.

 　“That's good.” He held you close, musing softly, “That was my intention.”

[sweetiiami-writes]

Phighting! Agere Req💕Caretaker Sword

💕💕 This is the cutest request I have ever received, it helps that Sword is my favourite!

Sweetii's Notes:

Reader is an age regressor that regresses, the HCs range from babyspace regression to teenspace regression! Just defaulting to littlespace regression as there is no specification for age range.

Please note I am still learning about agere and may write it incorrectly!

This is not sexual or romantic; this is purely platonic.

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Being as awkward as he was, Sword already struggled to understand people and relate to them. But he knew that with you, you meant no ill will.

Sword found your big self adorable already! What else could make you more adorable? Well…

At first, he didn't know what to do when you approached him, acting younger than your years. The Inphernal was confused, he panicked and kept asking you questions that you had no proper answer to.

 “A-Are you ok, Y/N?! What's going on?? Did someone's Gear affect you? Did you hit your head? Do I need to get Venomshank?? ”

Needless to say, once he consulted Rocket, he managed to get a grasp of your regression, and he began to understand your behaviour, even if it still confuses him a bit. But he's trying, and that's all that matters!

Though the thought of someone having hurt you to such an extent to the point of your mind regressed to a younger state made him very protective of you. Every waking hour he spends is an hour making sure no one hurts you, not even yourself, intentionally or not.

He trusts you to do some basic tasks like cleaning yourself and whatnot, but he will never let you cross the street alone without holding his hand. Small tasks like cooking, cleaning, and even training, he'll oversee like his father-mentor would do for him.

Calls you little bird, or little lark, and any other little nicknames! Very much prefers calling you little one and little lark.

He is 99% ready to give you anything you want! Stuffies? Already got two, and matching too! Favourite food? Got at least four boxes packed and ready in your bag. Bottles, sippies, diapers, and blankies, he's usually got a separate care kit for it, and carries it with him wherever he goes!

It's only natural, of course! You have already been hurt enough. You deserve the utmost protection.

He can, however, get a bit too controlling at times, but it comes from good intentions. He doesn't want you hanging around bad influences while you're little, and even when you're in bigspace, he fears that you'll get hurt by someone when he's not looking.

And yes, he'll even keep you from his own friends if it means keeping you safe.

“ No, no, I've told you that you can't play with Rocket when you're little. Little lark, I know Rocket is a friend, and I get it. But he can be…  bit mean… and loud sometimes. I know you don't like mean and loud people— but you— you get what I'm trying to do, no? Ah, no, nonono- don't cry…! ”

These pathetic attempts at protection usually lead to him dealing with a fussy little or a lonely little. Either way, he's sighing and trying to calm you down.

Speaking of fussiness. It's hard for him to deal with fussy littles as he's very sensitive to your emotions. While he appears understanding, you can see his awkwardness bleed through as he only makes situations worse with bad wording.

When you throw tantrums, he usually lets you throw them before talking to you once you've calmed down, apologising for his behaviour and promising to better himself for you. He always gives you double the amount of love after your fussy moments to make up for how he may have hurt you.

He's cried at the thought of mistakenly hurting you before, but only when you don't see it. Sometimes you hear it when he thinks you're not paying attention.

He makes excuses for your little actions when in public. It tends to bite him in the back later on, but hey, it's all to protect you!

If he has to attend a Phight, he'll leave you in Venomshank's care. And if he's not available, he'll trust Zuka with you, so long as he doesn't leave you near any of the Gears he has… The last time he did, well…

“ What do you mean they ‘messed with it’? Zuka, I thought I told you, they're a bit handsy when it comes to Gears— Ugh… No, little lark, it's okay~! I'm here, shh… "

Yeah, that was the first time he got very mad at Zuka. Rocket almost bit his head off, but he understands where his friend is coming from.

Rocket is that one uncle that Sword trusts. He thinks Rocket has just a bit more experience with caregiving than he does, but Rocket thinks otherwise, because you always ask for your knight.

Cuddling and forehead kisses are to be expected with Sword if you trust him to be your caretaker when you regress. And believe me, this Inphernal is willing to be your knight in shining armour!

He means every word he says. When he says he'll protect you, he will. You are his little lark, after all. And he'd trade the world to see you smile without pain.

[sweetiiami-writes]

Phighting! Agere Req 💕 Caretaker Subspace

💕💕 Subspace may be a bit OOC has he's meant to be evil in canon... He's not a good role model and would definitely hurt his little!!

Sweetii's Notes:

Reader is an age regressor that regresses, the HCs range from babyspace regression to teenspace regression! Just defaulting to littlespace regression as there is no specification for age range.

Please note I am still learning about agere and may write it incorrectly!

This is not sexual or romantic; this is purely platonic.

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He's scared for you.

He doesn't know how to say it, and even if he found the words for it, he'd never admit it outright. But the thought of you being put in danger by him or his Biografts drives him nuts. He has no idea why, even if he should be focusing on his experiments.

He already had a suspicion, what with you carrying a warm opaque bottle to work and feeling giddy after drinking it. He always thought it was whiskey, so while you were gone, he took a quick swig. Imagine his surprise when he realises you were drinking warm milk.

He decided, as an experiment, to give you a blanket while you were sleeping at your station. He wrapped it around you, sneering and chuckling obnoxiously to himself. And you didn't seem embarrassed, unaware that he was next to you, observing your behaviour.

He took note of the way you relaxed underneath the blanket, mumbling words like how a sleepy baby would. Suddenly, he was conflicted. You looked vulnerable, weak. He hated that. He hated weak things like you because they made him go soft on the inside.

He had intended to carry you back inside, but due to his rot, he knew he couldn't, so he decided to wake you up instead.

“ Get up!! Come on, you stupid… Ugh… You stupidly adorable… Stupid!! Just!! Get up!! You're sleeping in the cold snow, it's not scientifically healthy!! Get the hell inside!! ”

Compared to most Blackrockians, he's openly protective of you but also very strict with you. Rules have been set when he decided to become your caretaker.

1: Rules are meant to be followed, any orders that do not come from Subspace T. Mine (or Papa) are to be disregarded or reported to him! 2: Mealtimes are strictly at 6 a.m., 9 a.m., 12 p.m., 3 p.m., and 6 p.m. If mealtimes have been missed, tell Subspace when you want to eat and why you missed the original mealtime. 3: Clothes will be provided by Subspace T. Mine for protection in the laboratory. 4: Do not touch anything if you are regressed and in the laboratory unless you are supervised by the Biografts or Subspace T. Mine himself. 5: If you need help, just ask. Subspace T. Mine will do his best to assist you.

Any rules set would change with events, but for now, it worked for Subspace.

He would never yell at you if you threw fits. Sure, he'll get visibly stressed and frustrated, and he'll even call you mean names… But after a bit, he'll hug you tightly, cradling you in his arms.

What the hell, you already had to bear the most painful childhood burden… Why was he adding to it with his insults?

Instead of yelling at you or verbally abusing you, he'll cup your face and nuzzle his nose against your forehead, with his voice uncharacteristically soft.

“ I'm sorry for yelling at you, snowball. Hey, if it makes you feel better, I'm making some warm milk later. Eh? Eh? Eey, that's what I'm talking about!! Subspace T. Mine never fails to cheer you up, no? Awh, I'm such a good dad!! Come on, let me make it up to you!! "

He prepares your meals beforehand, as he's always busy with experiments and whatnot, so he can't get his chemical-stained hands on your food. He makes the Biografts babysit you, and worries over every small report.

But he likes hearing you call and tell him about your day. To be honest, it makes his day a thousand times brighter than the crystal ever could. Hearing you babble on and on about what the Biografts did and what you read, it makes him smile beneath the mask he wears.

He's also made some small inventions to make your life easier. If you can't walk, no problem! He's got you some robotic limbs that kinda work like Doctor Octopus' robot limbs. If that's too hard, he's just got a small cart that the Biograft can push you in.

Speaking of, he likes to push you around in that cart and go speeding. Sure, it's reckless, but if it makes you laugh, he'll do it. (He also laughs with you!)

He's played dress up with you before!! It's only because he's got an immaculate fashion sense, and boy, does it show with your fluffy outfits! Hey, he wants to look good, but he can't risk either of you falling sick, now, can he?

“ That's it!! Now, give Papa a little twirl…!! YES!!!! That's a lovely little model we got right here, chief!! Augh, I really am the best!! Look at you, snowball!! You're Papa's little diva, ain't you?? ”

No hugs and praise in public, but SFOTH, if he doesn't do it incessantly at home. He'll forget you have boundaries until you cry out, telling him he's hugging too tightly or you're not in the mood. He'll chuckle and apologise, but go right to cooking or doing anything else for you.

He may be the top scientist of Blackrock. He may be the best to ever exist in the scientific realm, but when it comes to you, he's stumbling and making mistakes.

But you're worth making mistakes for; otherwise, why would he be taking care of you?

[sweetiiami-writes]

Phighting! Agere Req💕Caretaker Biograft

💕💕 ROBOT FATHER FIGURE!!

Sweetii's Notes:

Reader is an age regressor that regresses, the HCs range from babyspace regression to teenspace regression! Just defaulting to littlespace regression as there is no specification for age range.

Please note I am still learning about agere and may write it incorrectly!

Biograft uses they/them pronouns in this writing.

Reader is Subspace's coworker in this writing.

This is not sexual or romantic; this is purely platonic.

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Biograft is coded with prior knowledge of Blackrock's military knowledge. You wouldn't expect them to have knowledge of age regression and how to deal with it.

They only found out about your age regression through Subspace's complaints, pulling you away from the laboratory with you crying and whining.

“ I can't be bothered to deal with this mess!! Handle them for me, Biograft!! ” “ YES. CREATOR. ”

They were confused about your actions at first, wondering why the usually cool and calm you would suddenly act so babyish. It baffled them, but they did their best to absorb new knowledge, and it turns out… you're an age regressor!

Subspace couldn't be bothered, of course, so he handed you off to Biograft so that he could focus on his experiments—the things that mattered. That fed into your feelings of complete worthlessness, and for a brief second, Biograft considered comforting you, but they didn't know how to go about it without mistakenly hurting you and consequently getting in trouble with Subspace.

So they did what they could, they went to grab a small blanket and wrapped you with it.

“ YOU APPEAR COLD. ”

They spoke matter-of-factly as you would stare at them in confused wonder.

Blackrockians aren't known for their warmth; it's cold there, after all, they too need to share the same attitude. But for you, Biograft was confused. They didn't know if they should be blunt with you. How can they be kind? It's not in their programming…

Subspace noticed Biograft would have problems caring for you when you're little. They would leave you to eat alone and make a mess, let you mess with items and watch as you got yourself hurt. And unfortunately, Subspace had to modify part of Biograft's code so that they could deal with you when he's busy.

Biograft also noticed certain behaviours that Subspace would display when you were little. Calling you cute—but somewhat condescending—nicknames, feeding you, making your meals, and combing your hair and even braiding it. Biograft began to see and equate actions to your responses.

Softness and kind actions = Your happiness. And your happiness = Creator happy. A simple enough equation. But it took a while for them to learn how exactly they should be soft.

Whenever they gripped you too hard, you'd whimper, and they'd let go. Sometimes their words would be mean, but they don't mean to come off so cold. They mostly learned from their shortcomings because of Subspace's neglectful attitude and astute observation.

They are fond of calling you little one, only because Subspace thinks other nicknames are cheesy. But they secretly call you peanut because Subspace would call you peanut-brain, and they don't want you crying over that—peanuts are valuable and useful!

“ YOUR HAIR IS MESSY, PEANUT. COME. LET ME COMB IT. ”

Soon, their hands held yours gently, and while they look mean, you can trust they won't intentionally hurt you. They started to braid your hair, comb it, and even do basic tasks for you so that you could sleep. They always prepare bottles and necessities for you in a bag, always making sure to smuggle them in for you, just in case the staff would question you.

Biograft was trusted with a task, so naturally, they'll execute the order with utmost efficiency. But they've also started to grow fond of you, getting missions done so that they may take care of you. Subspace had considered completely leaving you in their care, but he doesn't feel they'd be responsible for you. Eventually, he just left Biograft in your room, tasking them with a special mission: Take care of them and protect them.

Biograft is also naturally protective of you, mostly to the point of violence, but if you weren't there… They'll have a very quick chat with whoever hurt you or even dared to approach you. They'll only stop if they see reason, the reason being you.

They love making hot cocoa for you! Whenever you're not regressed and at work, and they're free, they'll make hot cocoa for you when you return from work. They've also made pudding, cupcakes, and muffins for you, all hot and fresh from the oven!

But the times they spend with you are sweeter than hot cocoa, not any sweeter than the ones they'd make for you!

[sweetiiami-writes]

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