"Every Time I Close My Eyes, It's Like A Dark Paradise

Guess you'll find out when I climb through your window to steal the knees...

This is all the context I can give...

*runs*

That's a little bit concerning--

This is sadly true... very...very true

I have no shame

Well, I’m supposed to be sleeping. But ✨thoughts✨

Separated/Villain Au Donnie idea:

Starts off the same as most separated aus (Lou fleeing with the turtle tots, drops Donnie, and Donnie grows up on his own)

After some kinda of horrible accident that scars him, preteen (-ish) Donnie conducted a DNA test to determine how he was created and he hacked a database full of DNA samples, he finds he’s a match to Lou Jistsu.

After digging through numerous tabloid articles and dead-end “sightings” of the missing movie star, he discovers Lou is actually Hamato Yoshi.

He does little with this information until he’s forced onto the edges of New York by some opponent. That is where he discovers the foot Clan.

He does not join, no-he stalks and hacks-tearing apart and sinking his claws into every corner of the clan.

Eventually, he does the same to the overseas remainders of the Hamato Clan. It’s his vengeance on who he perceives to be the one who hurt him most-Yoshi. (Donnie is unaware of his brothers’ existence or that his father is not in fact dead.)

Afterwards the mutant becomes apathetic to the world, he doesn’t spare a care for the world that harmed him from his first breath. So, the mutant retreats into himself, playing the world outside his apartment no mind. Aside from growing his technological empire through puppet leaders and experimenting with mystic technology. (Does not end well, ima say that much)

And when he discovers his brothers existence? Well…He’s cut off two of Big Mama’s limbs for (stares a the blurry scribbles on my palm) breathing to “harshly” and insinuating SHELLDON was a “interesting use of his” (Donnie’s time), he won’t be happy.

He possibly might off Splinter, idk.

Going to sleep, might add onto later

I did a thing...after reading School Bus Graveyard....

So whenever I hyperfixate on things, I get bursts of inspiration and draw stuff related to said things...so um yay I'm learning to draw digitally

your yandere sbg au with a very abrasive and mean reader, so basically readers parents are abusive as fuck verbally, and physically, so reader has taken on some of their behaviors, whether it be cussing all the time, or beating up anyone that messes with them (or anyone else the reader is friends with, aka the rest of the gang). Sometimes reader says really mean things even if they don't mean it. Reader is also constantly seen and heard cussing at and arguing with their parents in public no matter the occasion. Reader acts like this because they don't know any other way to express how they feel, and reader doesn't know how to ask for help whether it be in general or with their home life.(my personal headcannon fortis kind of reader is that they specifically dislike Logan because he reminds them of they feel and act "home") Reader does genuinely care for the group and tries to show it through their actions, but they hate it when their actions are questioned,sometimes reader comes to school limping or clutching a part of their body(i.e, stomach/ abdomen, arm.) On these days reader is very quiet, these can be oneshots or hc's either r ok with me! Ty♡♡!

Yandere School Bus Graveyard Gang x Abrasive Reader

Ashlynn, Tyler, Taylor, Aiden, Ben, Logan

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, harsh/abrasive reader, rude ass parents

Im so sorry it's taken me forever, I've been having trouble with my job recently so I had to ignore writing for a while but I've gone through everyone's requests and I will try to get them all out this weekend, bare with me!! Hope you enjoy this!!

-Writer Icy<3

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Ashlynn:

Initial Response: Ashlynn is both concerned and frustrated by the reader's abrasive behavior. She knows that the reader is acting out because of their home life, but she finds it difficult to handle their harsh words and aggressive actions.

Protective Instinct: Despite the reader's tough exterior, Ashlynn feels a deep need to protect them, especially when they come to school with injuries. She’ll subtly try to take care of the reader, offering them small comforts like food, bandages, or a quiet place to rest.

Unyielding Loyalty: Ashlynn never takes the reader’s harsh words personally, always seeing through the anger to the pain underneath. She becomes fiercely loyal, often defending the reader to others, even if it means taking the brunt of their anger herself.

Reaction to Reader's Quiet Days: On days when the reader is unusually quiet and in pain, Ashlynn becomes even more attentive. She’ll gently push them to rest and tries to subtly get them to open up, though she never forces it. Her protectiveness intensifies, and she becomes more watchful of anyone who might push the reader too far.

Tyler:

Initial Response: Tyler is deeply concerned by the reader’s behavior, especially when it comes to their self-destructive tendencies. He’s quick to intervene when they get into fights, often pulling them away before they can hurt themselves or others.

Aggressive Support: He matches the reader’s aggression with his own, using it to defend them against anyone who dares to hurt them, even if it’s the reader themselves. He’ll take on the role of the enforcer, making sure no one messes with the reader or questions their actions.

Hidden Affection: Tyler struggles with expressing his feelings, often trying to show his care through actions rather than words. He’ll be the one to silently walk beside the reader when they’re in a bad mood, offering a quiet but steady presence.

Reaction to Reader's Quiet Days: When the reader is limping or holding a part of their body in pain, Tyler becomes even more protective. He’ll quietly take their bag, carry it for them, and position himself between them and anyone who might ask questions. He’ll stay close, offering a steady hand if they need it.

Taylor:

Initial Response: Taylor is both fascinated and worried by the reader’s behavior. She’s drawn to their strength and resilience but can’t help feeling concerned about the way they lash out at others and themselves.

Manipulative Care: Taylor uses her charm and wit to try and steer the reader away from self-destructive behaviors, often manipulating situations to keep them safe. She’ll subtly influence the reader’s choices, trying to guide them towards healthier ways of coping.

Calm in the Storm: Taylor never lets the reader’s harsh words get to her. She’ll laugh them off or deflect with humor, always keeping the mood light and preventing any real damage to their relationship.

Reaction to Reader's Quiet Days: On the days when the reader is clearly in pain, Taylor becomes more nurturing, offering gentle support without making a big deal out of it. She’ll distract the reader with light conversation, trying to take their mind off the pain, while also subtly keeping an eye on their well-being.

Aiden:

Initial Response: Aiden approaches the reader’s abrasive behavior with a calm, calculating demeanor. He understands where their anger comes from and sees through the rough exterior to the pain underneath.

Controlled Compassion: Aiden is careful not to push the reader too far, offering his support in subtle ways. He’ll never force them to talk, but he’ll always be there, offering a quiet presence and a listening ear when they’re ready.

Strategic Help: Aiden often plans out ways to help the reader without them realizing it, whether it’s slipping painkillers into their bag or arranging for someone else to take over a task that’s too much for them.

Reaction to Reader's Quiet Days: When the reader is quiet and in pain, Aiden becomes more attentive, quietly making sure they have everything they need. He’ll arrange for them to be left alone if that’s what they want or gently steer them towards a place where they can rest without being disturbed.

Ben:

Initial Response: Ben is deeply affected by the reader’s abrasive behavior, taking their harsh words and actions to heart. He worries about them constantly, though he tries to hide it behind a cheerful facade.

Overcompensating Care: Ben often tries too hard to make the reader happy, going out of his way to do things for them or make them laugh, even when they push him away. He’s always trying to show that he cares, even if it’s not always appreciated.

Emotional Vulnerability: Ben is the most emotionally affected by the reader’s behavior, often internalizing their anger and hurt as his own. He tries to be strong for them but sometimes finds it hard to keep up the act.

Reaction to Reader's Quiet Days: On days when the reader is quiet and clearly in pain, Ben becomes even more attentive, offering them his jacket or trying to lighten their mood with jokes. He’s always hovering, ready to help but afraid of being pushed away.

Logan:

Initial Response: Logan struggles the most with the reader’s abrasive behavior, finding it difficult to connect with them. He’s aware that they don’t like him, and it frustrates him because he genuinely wants to help.

Persistent Care: Despite the reader’s dislike of him, Logan doesn’t give up. He continues to offer his support, even if it’s rejected. He’s always there in the background, trying to be helpful in ways that won’t provoke their anger.

Quiet Understanding: Logan is the most patient, willing to wait for the reader to come to him when they’re ready. He never pushes, knowing that they need space to deal with their emotions.

Reaction to Reader's Quiet Days: When the reader is quiet and in pain, Logan becomes even more concerned, though he tries not to show it. He’ll offer small, practical help, like carrying their books or holding a door open, all without saying much. He hopes that by being there in these small ways, he can eventually earn their trust.

In each of these scenarios, the gang is united in their concern for the reader, though they each express it in different ways. Despite the reader's abrasive and mean behavior, the group is deeply loyal and protective, willing to endure the harsh words and anger because they care so much for them. Over time, their persistent support may help the reader find healthier ways to express their feelings and ask for the help they so desperately need.

Little Blurr

V x Fem! Drone! Reader

....if y'all couldn't tell- I've got a soft spot for V and there's not enough writings on her....I also love this idea, especially when Uzi jumps onto her like a lil parasite omg..

Anywayyy enjoy!! I will be taking a break of some other writings to do requests!!!

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V stalked through the rusted remains of the factory, her processors already bracing for impact. It always came at the worst times—just as she was focusing, just as she let her guard down. A blur of black and yellow would come screaming from the ceiling or an air vent, latching onto her like a parasite. And every time she peeled the annoying little cockroach off, Y/n would have some smug, flirty remark ready.

But today?

Nothing.

V made it across the main floor without so much as a rustle from the rafters. No blur of metal limbs. No annoying weight suddenly clinging to her shoulders.

She should’ve been relieved. She wasn’t.

Fifteen more steps. No pounce.

Okay. Weird.

V’s optics flickered, scanning her surroundings. The place was silent—too silent. Normally, by now, she’d be yanking Y/n off and enduring some dumb quip like, "Miss me? You’re really bad at dodging, babes." But all she got was the distant creak of metal in the wind.

Her claws flexed, irritation bubbling up.

“Alright,” she snapped, voice echoing off the steel walls. “Where the hell are you?”

Silence.

V’s eye twitched.

She marched forward, kicking over a rusted crate. “What, you finally got bored of being insufferable?” Another crate went flying. “Or did someone finally squish you? ‘Cause if so, I wanna shake their hand.”

Still nothing.

Her frown deepened. She hated this. It was too quiet, too still. It made her chest feel—ugh—weird.

V whirled around, optics glowing. “If you don’t drop on me in the next ten seconds, I’m gonna find you and rip your stupid little—”

She didn’t get to finish.

A weight slammed onto her back, sending her stumbling forward. Arms wrapped around her shoulders, legs locking around her waist.

“Aw, V, I knew you cared~” Y/n cooed, chin resting on V’s head.

V froze. Then her claws clenched.

“YOU LITTLE—” She yanked Y/n off, holding her up by the collar like an oversized cat. “Where the hell were you!?”

Y/n smirked. “Oh? Did you miss me~?”

V’s circuits shorted for half a second before she let out an exasperated groan, throwing Y/n into the nearest scrap pile. “I HATE YOU.”

Lying in the heap, Y/n just grinned, optics twinkling with mischief.

Oh yeah. V was so doomed.

Larry, Talk...

Reader comforts character

Larry Johnnson

Larry x Male! Reader

I got bored and needed to post something...

Sally Face was my main game for a long time and I love Larry. Its also because they are coming out with a second game and Im screaming over it-

I'll be coming out with a School Bus Graveyard fic of Tyler in a little while<3

-Writer Icy♡

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Larry sat cross-legged on the worn-out cushions in his treehouse, flipping through a sketchbook filled with doodles and drawings. The treehouse, a place of solace and creativity, was his sanctuary, adorned with posters of bands, comic books, and his own artwork. It was late afternoon, and the golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow on everything.

Y/n, Larry's boyfriend, sat across from him on the floor, strumming softly on an acoustic guitar. The melodies he played were gentle and soothing, a perfect backdrop for their quiet time together. They often retreated here to escape the chaos of the outside world, to be in a space where they could just be themselves.

Larry looked up from his sketchbook, watching Y/n's fingers dance over the guitar strings. "You know, you're getting really good," Larry remarked with a smile. "I love listening to you play."

Y/n chuckled, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Thanks. I guess I've been practicing a lot. It's nice, you know? To have something to put my energy into."

They continued in comfortable silence for a while, Y/n playing and Larry sketching. The air was filled with the scent of pine and the distant sounds of summer, a cicada's song mingling with the rustle of leaves. It felt like time had slowed down, allowing them to savor the moment.

Larry set his sketchbook aside, leaning back on the wall's cushions and sighing deeply. Y/n noticed the shift in his demeanor and set the guitar down, his eyes filled with concern. "What's on your mind, Larry?"

Larry hesitated, his gaze drifting to the floor. He'd always found it hard to talk about his feelings, especially about the things that hurt the most. But there was something about Y/n's presence, his quiet understanding, that made Larry feel safe.

"It's... it's about my dad," Larry began, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a deep breath, as if summoning the courage to continue. "He disappeared when I was a kid. Just... vanished. No one knows where he went or why. It's like he just walked out of our lives and never looked back."

Y/n listened intently, his expression softening with empathy. He reached out, taking Larry's hand in his, offering silent support.

Larry continued, his voice shaky. "He was my hero, you know? We used to build things together, like this treehouse. He always said it was our special place. But then, one day, he was gone. Mom fell apart, and I... I felt like I lost a part of myself."

He paused, swallowing hard. "I've always wondered if it was something I did, something that drove him away. I've never talked about it with anyone, not really. It just hurts too much."

Y/n squeezed Larry's hand gently. "Larry, it wasn't your fault. Whatever happened, it had nothing to do with you. Sometimes people make choices we can't understand, and they leave us with questions that may never be answered. But that doesn't mean you're to blame."

Larry looked up, meeting Y/n's eyes. There was a depth of sincerity in Y/n's gaze that made his chest ache with emotion. He felt a tear slip down his cheek, and Y/n reached out to wipe it away, his touch tender and comforting.

"You're not alone in this," Y/n said softly. "I'm here for you, always. And if you ever want to talk about it, or if you just need a shoulder to lean on, I'm right here."

Larry felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling of acceptance and love that he hadn't known he needed. He nodded, a small, grateful smile forming on his lips. "Thank you, Y/n. It means a lot to me."

They sat there, hand in hand, surrounded by the quiet of the treehouse and the fading light of the day. In that moment, Larry felt a sense of peace, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, things would be okay. With Y/n by his side, he knew he could face whatever came his way.

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, can I request a poly sbg x fem gyaru reader who gets bullied by Barron and his friends? (Angst but a very fluffy ending) :3

Unbreakable Sunshine

Poly! SBG x Fem! Gyaru! Reader

Warnings: Bullying.

I do not condone any sort of bullying. Being a victim in the past, its horrible and drives people to awful thoughts, feelings and actions. please be kind to one another<3

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The school hallways buzzed with chatter, sneakers squeaking against the tiled floors, and lockers slamming shut. But for you, the day was anything but bright.

“Hey, Barbie doll!” Barron’s mocking voice echoed down the hall, his posse snickering behind him. You clenched your fist, nails digging into your palm, refusing to let him see how much it hurt.

You were used to being a target for Barron and his friends. Your gyaru style—tan skin, flashy nails, bold makeup, and stylish clothes—was an easy target for their cruelty. They teased you for being "fake" or "attention-seeking," but today, their taunts were sharper.

“Got tired of coloring books and decided to color your face instead?” one of his lackeys sneered, drawing laughter from the group.

You forced a smile, acting unfazed as you strutted away, your platform shoes clacking against the floor. Inside, though, their words hit like daggers.

It didn’t take long for the gang to notice something was wrong. You always radiated confidence, a sunny presence that lit up even the darkest corners of the graveyard. But lately, you’d been quieter, more withdrawn.

“Something’s up,” Aiden said one afternoon, pacing the inside of the bus.

“I’ve noticed too,” Ashlynn agreed, her brows furrowing. “She’s been covering her face with her hair more. That’s not like her.”

“Who’s messing with her?” Tyler growled, his fists clenched.

“It has to be someone at school,” Taylor guessed, her usual happy demeanor replaced with a rare seriousness.

It wasn’t long before the pieces came together. Aiden overheard Barron bragging about how he “put that doll in her place,” and that was all it took to send the gang into action.

Barron and his friends were lounging by the lockers when the group cornered them. Tyler’s eyes burned with fury as he slammed a hand against the metal beside Barron’s head.

“You think it’s funny to bully her?” he hissed, his voice dangerously low.

Ashlynn grabbed one of Barron’s lackeys by the collar. “Say something else about her, and you’ll be eating through a straw.”

Logan, though less physically intimidating, stood beside them with a cold, calculating glare. “She deserves an apology.”

Barron stammered, his usual bravado crumbling under the combined wrath of the group.

“W-We were just joking!” he tried to defend.

“Did she look like she was laughing?” Tyler snapped, his tone uncharacteristically sharp.

By the time they were done, Barron and his crew were shaking, muttering apologies before scrambling away.

Later that evening, the gang found you sitting alone on the steps of the graveyard bus, your knees pulled to your chest.

“Y/N,” Ashlynn called softly, sitting beside you.

You looked up, your eyes glassy. “Hey…”

Taylor plopped down on your other side, her arm draping over your shoulders. “You didn’t think we’d let them get away with it, did you?”

“What?” you blinked in confusion.

“Barron and his goons,” Aiden explained, leaning against the bus. “They won’t be bothering you anymore.”

You felt a lump form in your throat. “You… you didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, we did,” Tyler said, crouching in front of you. “Nobody messes with our girl.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but they weren’t from sadness. For the first time in days, you felt safe. Loved.

Taylor nudged you gently. “Come on, don’t cry beautiful!”

“Yeah,” Logan added with a small smile. “Don’t ruin the makeup you worked so hard on”

They pulled you into a group hug, their warmth wrapping around you like a protective shield.

“You’re not alone,” Ashlynn whispered. “Not anymore.” and Ben softly nodded, patting your head lovingly.

And in that moment, surrounded by your makeshift family, you believed it.

My most recent hyperfixation is so dumb and I'm pretty sure that the whole Fandom is dead other than the p*do side of it...but some things are just....it's upsetting.

I wanna talk about how if I write smut the characters will always ALWAYS be 18 and older. Adults. Not minors. Please understand that goes for every Fandom I write for, no matter who is requested! They are always adults.

Anyway, I'm sure most might know Cedric the dear sorcerer from Sofia the First and know about the really uncomfortable ship between him and Sofia.

1. I am going to start writing for him, requests for him will be OC or x reader only. He's been a huge comfort and hear me out type of character for a very long time.

2. I do not support Sofia x Cedric. Ever. She's an 8 yr old child, he is 40+ no matter what universe you put her in, it doesn't feel right and it makes me uncomfortable. As someone who works with children on the daily, it's uncomfortable...

3. I am simply sharing my recent hyperfixation on it and addressing my (un)comfortability. I am not in any way trying to hate on others or their opinions or feelings, simply and respectively sharing mine is not a crime.

Regardless, he's been added to my ML.

Please request more you guys!! Also, School Bus Graveyard requests will be put on hold due to how little requests there are for other Fandoms.

I will still write for it but not as often!

Thank you guys for being patient, I hope everyone is having a great New Year so far!!

-Writer Icy♡♡♡

Late Night Latte

Modern! Barista! Cedric (the sorcerer) x Fem!College Reader

OKAY OKAY PLEASE DONT YELL AT ME IM SORRY I LOVE YOU GUYS, IM WORKING I SWEAR<33333

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Cedric ran his fingers through his dark hair, letting out a soft sigh as he wiped down the last of the coffee machine. The small coffee shop was nearly empty, save for the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the occasional rustle of paper. It was 9:50 p.m. on a Thursday, and he was just about to close. His shift was nearly over, and he was already mentally thinking about his plans for the night. Maybe he’d read a book, maybe he’d try something new with his spellwork, but either way, he was looking forward to heading home.

As he wiped down the counter, the little bell above the door jingled. Cedric glanced up, his annoyance already bubbling to the surface as he saw the tired-looking girl walk in. She looked like the type of person who wouldn’t leave until he practically begged her to. Sure enough, she shuffled up to the counter with a yawn and a slight slouch.

"Hey," she mumbled, her voice husky with exhaustion, her eyes half-lidded. "Could I get a caramel latte? Extra shot of espresso."

Cedric forced a polite smile, but he couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips. "Sure. Anything else?" he asked, trying to hide his irritation. He was so ready to go home.

"No, just the latte," she replied, sliding a few crumpled bills across the counter.

He rang her up with a quiet grumble under his breath, taking the money and turning to make her drink. He had learned to manage his impatience over the years—working with people all day and night had done that to him—but something about this late-night rush always rubbed him the wrong way.

He couldn’t help but notice how the girl seemed almost invisible to the world. Her hair, messy and tied loosely into a bun, matched the dark circles under her eyes. Her clothes were simple and worn, like she was far too tired to care about anything other than getting some caffeine. But even then, she had a determined air about her, like she was pushing through exhaustion with every step.

As he worked, Cedric found his eyes flicking over to her. She didn’t seem like the type who normally came into the shop, but maybe that was because she only ever showed up just before closing. The last few nights, she’d come in, ordered the same drink, and left just as quietly as she arrived.

It became a strange routine. And as Cedric pulled the espresso shots and steamed the milk for her latte, he couldn’t help but wonder why she looked so damn tired. College student? Probably. Working late? Definitely. But what was it that kept her coming back at this hour? There had to be more to it.

Cedric finished making the latte and slid it across the counter with a soft smile, handing her the steaming cup. She nodded, grabbing it without much fanfare.

"Thanks," she mumbled, her tired eyes glancing up at him for a brief moment. "You’re still open tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, same time," Cedric said, his annoyance fading just a bit. She always seemed so lost in her own world, like she was too worn out to engage in much conversation.

"Great," she whispered, then turned and walked towards the door, the bell jingling softly behind her as she disappeared into the night.

Cedric stood for a moment, leaning against the counter. He had no idea what her deal was, but he started to realize he expected her now. It wasn’t just the late-night rush or the tired look on her face. It was something else—a habit forming, a strange connection between them that neither of them acknowledged. It was the ritual of her visits that made the late hours a little less lonely, a little less tedious. She wasn’t just a customer anymore—she was a part of his evening.

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It became a consistent pattern. Every night, just before closing, She would shuffle in, order her caramel latte with the extra espresso shot, pay, and leave. Cedric had even started preparing her drink before she ordered, knowing exactly what she wanted. He still didn’t know her name, but it felt like an unspoken bond—he served her, and she came back.

One night, as she walked in, looking even more worn-out than usual, Cedric gave her a knowing look. She smiled faintly at him, and for the first time, he saw a spark of something more than exhaustion in her eyes.

"Hey," she said, leaning a little more heavily on the counter than normal. "Sorry, I know I’m your last customer every night…"

"Don’t worry about it," Cedric replied, setting to work on her drink. "It’s not like I have anything else going on."

She laughed softly, though it sounded more like a tired exhale. "Same. College life… you know how it is. Late nights, endless deadlines. I swear, I don’t even know why I’m doing this anymore."

Cedric gave a half-smile as he slid the caramel latte over to her, a bit more gently than usual. "I get it. I used to be in your shoes. Still am, actually. Just different kinds of deadlines."

She chuckled quietly, taking the cup and glancing at him for a second. "Thanks. You know, I’ve been coming in for a while now, but I don’t think I’ve ever caught your name."

"Cedric," he said, his voice softening. "And you’re Y/n, right?"

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly, surprised that he remembered her. "Yeah, wow… that’s kind of sweet. You must be a better barista than I thought."

Cedric smirked a little. "I try."

They stood there in the small, quiet space for a moment, the world outside seeming far away. And for once, Cedric didn’t mind that he was staying a little later than usual.

"See you tomorrow, Cedric," Y/n said with a small but genuine smile.

"Same time?" he asked, already preparing to pour her drink again.

"Same time," she confirmed, then walked out into the night.

Cedric watched her leave, the door closing softly behind her. Maybe he wasn’t just serving coffee anymore. Maybe, just maybe, there was a bit more magic to these late-night visits than he’d first thought.

V affection HC'S

Serial Designation V x GN! Reader

Bc I love her<3

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- Whenever the group stops to rest, casually sits next to V, pull her close against your chest without a word. V grumbles at first but eventually relaxes, even resting her head on your shoulder.

- During battles, constantly keep an eye on V, and if V gets knocked down or injured, immediately fly to her, and pull her close as you checks for damage—ignoring V’s protests that she’s fine. It makes her feel so loved though she'll never admit it.

- During group flights, V will sometimes hover close to you, resting a hand on your lower back or shoulder as if to ensure your still there. V pretends to be annoyed but never actually moves away.

- V has developed a habit of ruffling your head or patting it affectionately, usually after V says something sarcastic or snarky. V’s wings twitch in irritation, but the faint flicker of her optics betrays what she says most of the time.

- When they camp out, V instinctively pulls you close, wrapping her arms around you as they lie back-to-back or chest-to-back. If you try to move away, V just tightens her hold, muttering something about keeping you "safe.”

- Whenever V gets overly snarky or frustrated, you can shut her up by pulling her into an unexpected hug, holding her until V either melts into it or grumbles something about you being “too clingy.”

- When N or Uzi comment on their dynamic, V makes a show of pulling you into a one-armed hug, glaring and saying, “What? They're my favorite.” and she rolls her optics while you smile.

- If you get injured, V insists on being the one to help patch her up. She often lingers, brushing her claws along your arm or shoulder as she works, muttering, “You’re too reckless,” in a way that’s more affectionate than scolding.

- After tense moments or near-misses, you can quietly take V’s hand, and hold it for a few seconds before letting go, acting like it never happened. She takes it as a reassurance method

- After particularly rough fights, if you keep V close, holding her waist or shoulders while glaring at anyone who might pose a threat V pretends to be annoyed, but her wings droop slightly, normally hinting a subtle sign of relaxation.

- V is such a moody butt even though she loves every subtle affectionate thing you give. Like...lots of sass and attitude but she appreciates it even if she struggles to show it<3