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argreion · 3 months

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Daddy to the Rescue!

Your little princess is being quite the trouble today! Who doesn't want a big strong man to swoop in and sa- Fucking go along with your daughter!? C'mon, Leon! I thought we were a duo! Stop dancing to Let It Go, c'mon!

WC: 2.2k!

AN: Mostly self-indulgent because my friend and I adore a girl dad moment. Stupid dad moments I live for alongside dark moments. Since it's self-indulgent it's a female reader 😅 Hope you can still enjoy it! I seriously only got inspo because of the stupid Leon fairy image. Reading might be a little choppy due to the fact I kinda skimmed proofreading it so sorry if there's any mistakes!

Warnings: None asides from girl dad Leon! Maybe a bit of classic Leon personality, too! Likes, reblogs, and comments appericated like ALWAYS! 🩷

“Mommy!” Was all you could hear. Every single damned second of your existence was hearing “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Were kids always this annoying? When Leon said he had a daughter, you didn’t expect such a cute, yet bothersome kid! You’ll give it to her, she’s cute! Daddy’s blue eyes and his cute moles! Stubborn personality, too.

“Dani, please, honey.” You sighed. She was four! Did you expect a four-year-old to stop? She certainly didn’t stop tugging on your pants. Pulling you along into the living room. Toys scattered across the floor. And a poor Elsa doll with its head ripped out. That was cold, Dani, freezing cold… The ice queen couldn’t play her own game.

Daniella pulled you straight into the living room. Sumo laying on the couch. Old pupper, poor girl is gonna cry when he’s gone. Always making slobbering on the ground. What was it Leon said? He found the stray dog years ago, and wanted to give it a home. A good boy AND good man. Hope Daniella turns out just like the two of them.

“Good boy.” You said, giving the old dog a pet. The bloodhound replying with a grunt. Your attention turned towards the small toddler pointing towards the TV. Bouncing up and down as the sequence to Let It Go started. Elsa walking up that snowy path, and it’s going to make your head explode. You heard it on the radio, on Leon’s phone when Daniella was given it, and constantly on your TV. Why haven’t your ears started to bleed yet?

Only if Leon was here to deal with it. You’re a package deal with him. He kicks ass, and you suffer with his toddler. At least she didn’t throw fits often. That’s a good part, and plus… Who doesn’t love a hot dad moment too? A DILF moment? All the girls nowadays love a DILF, bonus points if he’s got some bank and a nice car. The only thing they don’t tell you is that he’s a softie who spoils his daughter too often. How are you supposed to humble her? Please don’t turn out to be a bitch, Daniella. You’re praying to God on that one, even if he might not exist. Someone’s gotta answer that pray in good faith.

“Mommy! You gotta sing with me! We gon’ sing together!” Danielle chirped, throwing her hands up. Singing? Well, that’s iffy… You ain’t exactly a Disney Princess, or are you? Leon, you brainwashed your kid—Leon number two!

You were oblivious to the door opening, revealing the man himself. Basically a Disney prince in the making, watching his princess and lover. Arms crossed as he watched the scene. Brought a tear to his eye that his baby girl was gonna dance and sing her heart out. A quick drive and check for closings, your next date in the planning. Drive-in, here we come! You nervously trying to not sing, while the toddler was beginning to get fussy. Noticing this, he sighed, shaking his head Daddy to the rescue, again.

Walking off, you noticed the footsteps. Wait, he was there? Damn, you didn’t even notice.

“Hey, Dani, why don’t you give mommy a sec?” You offered, a shaky smile on her face. Please, Danielle, spare mommy a little second! It’ll only be to talk to daddy! C’mon, don’t you love daddy, Dani?

Danielle whined, but you already took it as a yes. Hearing her cry her poor heart out. Dance and sing with her! It’s only the sixth time today! Running after you with her hands out.

“But why!? Mom!? MOM!!” Why? Uh, when you basically never actually parented, you kind of don’t want to deal with the screaming kid! Who wants to deal with a screaming kid, anyway!? Hoping, praying that she’ll turn out ok… Not a spoiled teenage girl or one of those girls who want Drunk Elephant at nine.

Breathing a sigh of relief as you slammed the door shut and locked it tight. Hearing the door knob be turned and struggle with. The horrifying sight of tiny little fingers coming through the bottom of the door, too. A small demon coming for you. Get the holy water and bible, and the Priest from down the street. Poor Leon will go flying across the room because the poor girl doesn’t wanna let go of her poor dad.

“Uh…” The scene before you as you turned your head was certainly something. Leon in the process of tying a pink dress to himself. Sparkles and all. Fairy wings attached, and a stupid wand he stole from Danielle. If you had something to drop, now was your chance.

Leon offered an awkward smile, before motioning you over. Of course, you walked to help him, he’s struggling! He struggles to remember his meds, his back brace, and to finally relax! Helping him button the back of the dress together.

“You’re so stupid for this. I have to take a photo, c’mon.” A laugh had burst from your lips as you took a few steps back. The male giving a twirl with the ending being a hip popped out. Wand loosely hanging in his hand. A grown ass man trying to impress and love his daughter. How come he got it so easily?

Getting make-up on his face, daughter putting those cheap hair strand dye powder things in his hair, messily painting his nails. Stickers on his motorcycle and helmet. As he said, he was a ‘girlboss’. You doubt he truly knew the actual meaning, but you’d let him have his fun.

The screams of the toddler outside the door brought you away from the dress. Banging on the door and those demon fingers coming from the bottom of the door again. Making you glance towards the dressed up dad. Hand reaching for the door lock, with a raised eyebrow still.

“I only have one question, then I open the door.” Holding a finger up, you motioned towards the dress. “Where’d you get this and how much is this?”

“Honey, that’s two questions, you said one.” That stupid cheeky smirk came across his face as he said that. His arms crossed as he batted his eyelashes and pursed his lips. Before letting out a chuckle, the reply following afterwards, “eBay, who doesn’t use it these days?”

“eBay? Please tell me you’re joking. Tell me it’s at least new.” Ok, you had to admit that if he bought it new, you’d be surprised. If he didn’t, you’ll be pretty disgusted. Who knows who worn that? You’ve seen the things he buys from eBay, used parts for a motorcycle. What if he got used clothes? Please, Leon, you have brain cells. Don’t do your daughter like that!

The man shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nah, just new. What? Do you think I’m that cheap? C’mon… I’m not that bad.” Thanks, Leon. At least you didn’t cheap out on something. Well, kind of did.

“Thank the heavens for that, seriously. Old men and eBay are something else, Leon.” Shaking your head for the final time, at least you hoped. Finally doing the lock and opening the door to reveal… That crying demon turn from a fussy fit into a look of shock at her dad.

“Daddy? How’d you get here? Magic!?” She gasped, jumping up and down. Was daddy actually a magical pink princess!? Making the man give out a chuckle, before a clearing of his throat. Did he have to every single time? Maybe his old age was getting up to him.

He was starting to develop the slightest of crow’s feet. His bones and muscles aching from work more often. A few gray hairs here and there. Fat growing on him, even if he continued to work out. Often finding him coming home from a jog covered in sweat. Lifting weights and training his legs and flexibility. Means he can stay home more frequently, though, right?

Before the poor man could say anything, he got tackled. Well, at least his leg did. Small toddler clasping onto his leg like a koala. Not even letting go as Leon struggled to walk. The girl babbling on about how her daddy was magical. For once, Danielle was right, Leon was pretty magical.

“Daddy! Tell me your secrets! How do you get so pwetty? Did the princesses come and give you a makeover? Or a fairy?”

Leon chuckled, leaning down with a pop from his back. A small grunt coming from his lips as he crouched down. Danielle pulling away with wide eyes, face full of wonder. Only if Leon could say he had wonder about life just like her. Bringing the child into his arms.

“Maybe I can tell you…” His daughter’s eyes filled with joy, before being shushed by a lip. Not so fast, patience, Dani. “If you beat me in a singing AND dancing competition!”

It was so fast that they sped off, making you stumble after them. At least you didn’t have to dance! But, could’ve at least walked you like a gentleman! What’ll Leon do if you even get married? Fly off into the water on a motorcycle? Arrive down from the ‘heavens’ in a pretty pink dress? Show up in his pajamas? A sigh came from your lips as you walked after the two.

Watching the two dance and sing to Let It Go like nobody’s business. Say that to the neighbors when they file a noise compliant. Cause the dog was barking, alongside the giggles from Danielle. Dog probably just wanted to sleep. Had to admit, you liked it. They both were having fun, even making you nod your head. Leon swinging around his own daughter while singing lyrics from heart. They shared more in common than you’d like to admit. Disney addicts.

Leon laughed, watching as Danielle whined as the song ended. Rushing towards the remote, giving him a second to you. Moving to stand beside you with his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you against him, a kiss to your temple and lips.

“C’mon, don’t be a sourpuss. Dance with us, at least with me.” He purred, a dopey smile on his face. Dimples showing as he tried to sway you into a dance. Gently pulling you into the middle of the living room. His hand trailing from your shoulder, down your back, and around your waist. The other taking your hand and squeezing it in his own. Much more human compared to his, and he loved it. Hips swaying as he successfully forced you to dance with him. Swinging you around slowly but surely in a dance.

Danielle turned around, looking up at her two parents slow dancing. Seeing that small smile on your face, and a blush, too. Disney movie… Belle and the Beast!

“Daddy…” Her voice had drawn the attention of the brunette, making him look down at her. Still gently swaying with you in his arms. “Yes, sugarplum?” He asked, glancing back at her.

“Why are you dancing so slow?” Really, Danielle? All the movies and shows you watched were slow! Lovey-dovey! Kids… Sometimes they just asked some of the stupidest questions. All in good faith, however.

“Well, when mommy and daddy love each oth—” Was how he started before a “BLEH!” Danielle waving her hands and covering her eyes. “Ewwww! Nonono!” She began to explain, sadly making the short-lived swaying stop.

Leon whispered in your ear, “I got this, you go take a nap. Daddy saved another princess again.” Followed with a kiss, and a wink. “Talk later, honeybun.” Taking the valiant effort of sitting down in front of his daughter. The girl falling into his lap, fingers tugging at his dress. Sumo jumpinf off of the couch to lick her face. Babbling on about Mickey Mouse and Minnie? He seemed more than happy to listen, tickling the girl. Happy squeals and “Stop!” repeatedly filling the air.

Good on you, Leon. You finished your job… Rescue mission done. Princess? Saved.

After an hour of entertaining his daughter, putting her to bed with a kiss to the forehead. Don’t let the bedbugs bite, Danielle. Joining his lover in bed, body sinking into the mattress. Arm curled up around you. Holding his head up with a hand, peppering kisses to your neck.

“So… Since she’s to bed. I was thinking we could talk about later.” Nuzzling his face into your neck. Gods, it made you wish he trimmed a bit more. Stubble rubbing against you and all. “First, the fact that our kid tore Elsa's head off. Second, Drive-in is open on the weekend, wondering if you’d want to do something simple.” He chuckled.

Leon waited with bated breath, leaning over your body. Listening to you breathe, before a huff came out your lips.

“I’m up for it, but what about Danielle?” You questioned, doubting he planned that far ahead. He never made plans that far ahead. Turning your head to be met with a kiss. “Claire, she said she’s fine with watching Danielle with Sherry. Don’t worry, babe, they got this. Even a pretty princess like you needs a break.”

He rolled over on top of you, hands beside your head, staring down at you. A smirk playing at his lips as he leaned down, kissing at your neck. Hands gently tipping your head back as he kissed at it. Body pressed against yours.

"Perhaps you'll let me make this break more enjoyable? A beast like me constantly needs something to eat, and it certainly ain't blood I'm looking for."

He can’t help but feast on such a beauty. Even a beast like him deserves a grand meal once in their lives. Drunk on your love like him a year ago to whiskey and liquor alike. Happy to have you, happy to stay for awhile.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy #fluff

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not-neverland06 · 8 months

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Broken Machinery

Epilogue (completed series)

Series masterlist

Connor RK800 x fem!reader

A/N: Roses symbolize forgiveness.

I started this story because I thought, if I actually want to start sharing my writing maybe I should start by writing something I don’t really care about. A throwaway story, so if people don’t like it, it won’t hurt me. Ten chapters later and 43.8k (and then some) words later, here we are. I love these characters, and its actually insane how the story developed. It felt like they were telling it through me, that it was the detective and Connor writing not me. I get what fanfiction writers mean now when they say it's hard to keep ‘Y/N’ a blank slate, it’s nearly impossible to stop a unique personality from growing.

Thanks for making it this far, and thanks for taking care of them.

“We’ve got to get you something other than flowers.”

“I have clothes.”

You groaned in exasperation. “Yeah! Hank’s clothes, because you refuse to let me buy you any, for some weird reason.”

Connor gave you a deadpan expression, “I like my flowers.”

You waved him off, “I know, but I want you to be able to put your own touch on the place Connor. I don’t feel like you live here, I feel like you’re couch surfing.” Connor stood up from the couch and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace.

“I’m still figuring out what ‘my touch’ is, Y/N, just be patient with me.” You pulled away and frowned.

“I don’t mean to make you feel bad, Connor. I just want you to feel like this is home.”

Connor smiled and leaned down, pressing a quick kiss against your lips. He pulled back quickly, knowing it was too easy for the both of you to get swept up in your love. Hank would be coming over with Sumo and Carla for dinner soon, he didn’t need him walking in on you two again. The last couple of times were so embarrassing for you, you hadn’t let Connor touch you for a whole week.

He rubbed his thumb across your cheek, he could never grow tired of staring into your eyes. “You are my home, anywhere you are, is home to me. I don’t need a bunch of stuffed animals or knick knacks to know that.” He smiled, “You were my home before I even knew what that meant.”

Tears lined your eyes and you let your head fall into his neck, “This mascara is really expensive, do not make me cry.” He laughed and squeezed you tighter.

“Come on, they’ll be here soon. We should set the table.” You nodded and managed to steal one last kiss before you went off to go set the table.

Connor looked out the kitchen window, out towards the garden.

He had ripped out all the weeds, repainted the fence and planted each of the flowers.

A warm feeling filled him as he stared at his favorite, a lone black dahlia surrounded by roses.

“Connor,” he turned towards you. Hank had arrived while he was staring out at the garden. Carla behind him, holding Sumo’s leash. You were all waiting for him. He left the dahlia behind and made his way towards you.

Towards his family.

Towards home.

#Broken Machinery #Im actually so sad saying goodbye to them #Connor rk800 x reader #connor rk800 x fem!reader #Dbh #dbh x reader #detroit become human x reader #detroit become human

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chiharuhashibira · 6 months

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𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆?

𝐀 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

Content Warning: None!

He loves eating. He's friendly. He loves to give compliments. He's beautiful. He's my friend.

But most of all, he's the flame that gave me warmth through the everlasting winter in my life.

Our eyes met when he first came back from his mission. Yes, I've missed him so much. Those weeks were empty; it's as if I just let them pass by.

It was dark. It was tiring. It was... boring.

But then he came back with his usual glee. I can still remember how Kyojuro opened his arms to embrace me. How I dreamt of feeling that embrace, as before his mission, he was never touchy towards me.

Actually, I think he never really touched me.

But yeah, the world stopped at that time. I don't care if Mitsuri needs his attention. I don't care if I don't belong to the Hashiras. I didn't care at all.

What I wanted was to just feel his warmth.

And yes. How I've missed him.

But yeah, Mitsuri's calling. "Rengoku-san, let's eat lunch!"

And what will I do? That's a Hashira, and of course, Rengoku will go with them.

I can still remember how Kyojuro touched my shoulder and told me, "Hey, let's catch up later. Okay?"

And of course, I nodded.

But you know what happened?

We didn't talk. We didn't have that catch up. We had no chance to do so.

And so days had passed. Actually, I think almost a month?

Kyojuro suddenly asked me to go out with him. Not that kind of "go out," but I think it's the kind of "eat lunch with me?" Like what he does with the other Hashiras.

But the difference now is... it's only the two of us. And that mattered—at least for me.

I didn't really think about it that much. 14 days to go? Pfft? Believe me, I wasn't counting.

I hadn't even told that to my friends. Pfft, Tanjiro never asked me what I'd wear on that day... Inosuke didn't bug me every day about whether he could go with us. Actually Zenitsu! He never told me that I should act cute. Pffft, of course they didn't know.

But yeah... Kyojuro always reminded me to tell Giyu that I would need time off from his tsugoku training. In fact, he reminded me for more than 7 days that I always wake up with a letter beside my bed telling me he's looking forward to it.

And yeah, that made me happy. That fueled the ember that is already inside my heart... only shining for him.

Yes, I like Kyojuro.

But yeah, I told Giyu I needed a time off without giving him details, and there...

My escapade with Kyo began.

The day felt long. It was too long for me to bear. Not that I am complaining, though, as I am spending it with him.

Paintings—who would have known Kyojuro would be so in love with art? He's not Tengen. He never acted like him, so how would I know? All he did before was recommend some theatre plays or sumo wrestling competitions that I should watch, and that's it.

But today's different.

We're surrounded by tonnes of paintings for that day, but among those, I only find him beautiful.

Kyojuro is the art that has already captured my heart. And I don't regret it...

I didn't regret it back then...

That day ended. And yes, we talked until we arrived home. We even talked until the days after.

Actually, he visited me more often than before, which astounded me.

But yeah, everything has an ending.

All this stopped on the 5th day. Yep. Stopped.

Kyojuro didn't message me every day through his Kasugai crow. He didn't visit me. It's like he poofed out of my life.

And what happened to me? Of course I wondered...

"Does he like me? Doesn't he? Am I overthinking?"

And yes, I think I am.

Actually, I think I shouldn't be thinking of him at all starting today. Why would I waste an effort on someone who can just suddenly throw me off?

I'm not being needy, Kyojuro. It's just that I keep wondering.

And now... you sent me a message, and when I wrote back...

12 hours after I wrote back, you still haven't written back.

Is this feeling bad, Kyo?

Should I just stop? Do you like me, Kyo?

Do you not?

Just tell me so I can sleep. I've been thinking about this all day.

I've been missing you again all day.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓…

Hewooo! Had this on my draft for a long time XD

But yeah! Thank you so much for reading! 🌸

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

Update! You can read this fic as a sequel if you want to! 💓

❥ 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 - 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagines #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku x y/n #rengoku x you #rengoku x oc

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sunwarmed-ash · 30 days

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

The Eden Club-Finished!

holy fuck, can it be? can we be here???? the last chapter?!?!

Chapter 16: Take this to your grave, and I'll take it to mine

Fandom: Detroit Become Human

Ships: Hankconvin, Hankvin, Convin, HankCon Connor/OCs

Tags: Post-Revolution; Negative public opinion, polyamory, slow burn, Sex Worker Connor, Consensual sex work, Hankvin-friends to lovers to enemies to lovers, Convin-enemies to lovers, porn with alot of plot, drama, lying/deception, Evil Elijah Kamski, smut,

TW: Mention/implied SA (Ch 16 only)

Preview:

The work-in-progress polycule has cleaned up, left the club, and resumed their naked, lying in bed activities at Hank’s. Sumo is laying comfortably across all of their feet, more than a little ecstatic to have Connor and Gavin back home again. Connor’s laying on his back sandwiched between his humans, his left hand intertwined with Gavin’s. Gavin’s free hand is holding a half-smoked cigarette, but it’s been over 3 minutes since he’s last taken a puff. Hank’s got Connor’s other hand raised against his warm, if not a little prickly lips. Hank’s smiling, for the first time in a long time, happy, because he’s got his whole family under one roof again. It’s quiet, but it's also comfortable. Natural, and everything the three of them hoped this could be when this all started. For the last fifteen minutes, the trio has been content to just bask in the peaceful moments together. “Hey Connor?” Gavin’s question are the first words spoken in minutes. “Yes?” he chirps, turning his face to give Gavin his full attention. Gavin’s eyes stay on the ceiling, but his spike in heart rate signals Gavin knows Connor’s looking at him. “Can I ask you a question? Like… a personal one?” Hank has tuned in too. Connor can feel his body shifting beside him. “Of course Gavin.” Now Gavin is quiet. His blood pressure has risen a bit more, indicating the likelihood of a thorny question. “Do you…” Gavin swallows, “you know, like it?” Connor’s own anxiety simulated systems react suspiciously to the question. More due to the rawness of the last 48 hours than an impression Gavin was trying to trap him. “Do I like what?” Connor deflects, hoping to buy another few seconds. “You know what I’m asking...” Gavin says, but his tone doesn’t indicate judgement, jealousy, or resentment. Just genuine curiosity. Which is the main reason why Connor answers the question. “...It's complicated.”

Hey, thank you for all the love and support y'all have given this fic. It's been so fun to write and experience dbh all over again with you 💙

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randoimago · 5 months

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Adopting a Dog Together

Fandom: Detroit Become Human

Character(s): Hank Anderson

Type of Request: Winter NPC Event Thingy

Note(s): Did a bit of researching for dog breeds for this one. But I love the idea of getting Sumo a friend just because Hank and Connor are probably busy a lot of the time so the poor doggo probably gets lonely.

"I can't believe you convinced me to do this. You and that damn android," Hank grumbles as he walks around the adoption center with you, looking at the various animals as you smile brightly.

"It was actually pretty easy. Besides, you know Sumo is getting older. He could use a friend when you and Connor are busy," you reply and Hank sighs. That was your reasoning when you brought the idea up in the first place and Connor had easily backed you up. He even looked up a list of breeds of dogs that would be really good to have. Hank had to stop Connor when he mentioned dogs that are good with kids.

"You're assuming that Sumo will get along with another dog," Hank states but you both know that Sumo would be fine. He's gone to the dog park with you and played with other dogs there with no issue.

You continue your light bantering with Hank as you look over the list of dogs. You already made an appointment for a specific dog, but you still wanted to see what other dogs might be good just in case.

There was plenty of research that went into this before you got there. And even though you'd love nothing more than to take every puppy there, all three of you are way too busy for a puppy. A middle-aged dog seemed perfect.

"Wonder if we can post some of these flyers for the older dogs around the station." You hear Hank mutter to himself and that made you smile a bit.

It was time for you and Hank to go meet the dog. Connor was very pouty earlier when he got called in because he wanted to see the dogs too. But it's you and Hank as you hear the barking of the dog before seeing it.

"Hey, maybe it'll be a better guard dog than Sumo," you tease Hank and he rolls his eyes. The breed is apparently a good watch dog, which would be good to have since Sumo is friendly when people break into the house apparently (considering nothing really happened when Connor had broken in before).

There's definitely a bit of excitement between you and even Hank despite him trying to seem gruff about the idea. The door opens and the very handsome Bracco Italiano dog walks in. It's a bit curious with you and Hank in the room before it walks over to sniff around a bit.

"Hank, I love him," you tell the older man next to you, who chuckles. The dog seems to understand the praise, or at least your tone of voice, as it walks over and sits in front of you, allowing you to give him some good pets.

"Yeah, he's a good boy," Hank replies and pets the dog too. You both had thought you'd have to look through a few more dogs before you found the one, but like with you and Hank, it was also love at first sight with this dog.

#detroit become human x reader #hank anderson x reader #dbh x reader #dbh hank x reader #randoimago npc event thingy

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hxney-lemcn · 1 year

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Dedicated To The One I Love — Connor x gn! reader

summery: A series of events that that reader and Connor share (a bunch of my daydreams put together somewhat poorly)

tw: Connor breaks in and reader freaks out (that one scene with Hank), mentions of alcoholism, mentions of death.

a/n: I'm not super proud of this but it's better than nothing I guess.

wc: 3.1k

Master List

Change is universal, inevitable. No matter how hard you try to push it away, to forget, change will always follow. Change can be slow, barely noticeable until you peer into hindsight. But it can also be fast, like a predator pouncing on its prey.

We all experience change. From the clothes we choose to wear, to a star blinking out of existence. Growing up, my life wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t perfect either. I’ve experienced relative poverty, but also having unwavering support from family. I’ve experienced my mom choosing to nurse bottles of beer night after night, but I also witnessed her becoming sober.

Change will happen. There is no stopping it, no matter how hard humans try. But it’s people's choices that decide what that change will become. Whether it’s a good or bad change, or possibly something that doesn’t fit in that binary. My mother has made many bad choices, but it was an opportunity to make me a better person. Showing me what not to do to better myself.

But change will rock your boat. Like how my mom died suddenly, and I was put under the care of my estranged uncle. I suppose estranged is the wrong word. My mom and him were close. Until Uncle Hank lost his son. We tried to help, offer him support, but he pushed us away and turned to the bottle like my mother once did. So being under his care was like reliving those painful memories once more.

This night seemed to be particularly bad. In my last year of college, I was exhausted half the time. Trying to find a job, an internship, something to help get me out of what’s become a hell hole to me. I didn’t blame Uncle Hank, I can’t imagine losing a child. Yes I lost my mom, but her death was more of just a bitter feeling. I stopped caring for her when I believed she chose her addictions over me, and when she died I was just learning to love her again.

I was just on my phone, scrolling through social media before I turned in for the night. I felt myself calm when Uncle Hanks drunken shouts died down. I tried to ignore the sudden thud that soon followed, he probably passed out somewhere. I felt bad that I would avoid him, sober or not. But I don’t think I can handle looking him in the face.

About twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang, making me jump out of my skin at the abrupt sound. My heartrate picked up, wondering who could be visiting us at night? I heard a muffled shout, barely making out what he was saying, I heard the work title of my uncle. I let out a sigh, getting slightly irritated as the person held the buzzer down for a ridiculously long time. I just turned back to my phone, maybe if no one answered he’d realize it was a lost cause? Was it someone from Uncle Hanks' work? Someone who was unhappy with his work? Rolling my eyes at the thought, I wondered who wouldn’t be unhappy with his work. Things seemed to be peaceful once more. Well until the sound of a window breaking made my heart leap to my throat. My heart hammered as I heard the same voice try to soothe Sumo. I stared at my phone. This is when I call emergency services right?

I felt frozen as I heard the intruder shuffle and try to wake your uncle. Taking a deep breath, I dialed 911 and pressed the green call button before I could back down. Who knows what crazy person is in my house right now.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“There’s someone in my house,” I whispered, blood rushing past my ears. I slowly got off my bed, looking for a place to hide, but wasn’t overly cliche.

“Do you know who it is?”

“No,” I replied. “They seem to know my uncle, Hank Anderson.”

“Are you and your uncle in a safe place?”

“I’m in my room,” I muttered, heart dropping as footsteps got closer to where I was. My eyes landed on my doorknob and I felt sick when I realized I didn’t even lock the fucking thing. “They’re coming-”

“Police are on the way,” The dispatcher alerted. “Please stay on the line, where’s your uncle?”

I quickly scurried under the bed, my breathing becoming erratic both from the small space of the underside of my bed, to how the footsteps stopped in front of my door.

“Strange,” The voice muttered, muffled behind my door. “It says the call is coming from this room.”

“Where is your uncle?” The dispatcher kept repeating but I quickly hung up. He knew, he knew I was calling 911. He knew where I was. My eyes shut tight, small desperate tears falling down my face when the door opened slowly. The squeak of the door made my heart pump faster in anticipation.

“Hello?” The man called out. I bit my lip, trying to stay as quiet as possible. “My name is Connor. Android sent by Cyberlife to assist with Lieutenant Anderson’s latest case. I apologize for scaring you.”

Opening my eyes hesitantly, I couldn’t stop the scream that escaped me as our eyes met. Jump scare much? I scrambled out from under the bed, the claustrophobia finally getting the better of me. I leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths before finally getting a look at the intruder, only for my breath to be taken away once more due to the beauty of the man, or I suppose android, that stood in front of me.

It wasn’t the best meeting of my uncles companion. Quite embarrassing actually. Especially when the next morning, he was sitting in the living room. I couldn’t help the double take I did, wondering if I should go back to my room or not.

“Good morning,” Connor greeted before I could do anything.

“Uh, good morning,” I greeted back, not sure what to do. I was somewhat confused. My uncle hated androids, so knowing he was working with one, no less letting one stay in his house, made me very confused. But instead of commenting on anything, I went to the kitchen. I decided to get myself something to drink, an excuse for leaving my room. I was too tired for this and I had to get ready for class.

Begrudgingly, I sat down on the couch, hoping he wouldn’t start incessant small talk. I didn’t hate androids, quite the opposite actually. I found them very interesting. I wanted to know how they worked, what their programming looked like, how they managed to replicate the human body so well. Since I grew up somewhat poor, we never owned an android, not that I fully agreed with owning something that seemed so human anyways. So my interactions were limited. It never failed to amaze me how lifelike androids were, and Connor seemed to take the cake.

His fingers tapped against his thigh, his gaze elsewhere. He looked so human, acted so human, the only reminder of him being an android was the spinning blue led on his temple. I wonder what he was thinking about, what he saw.

“I apologize for scaring you,” Connor spoke up, brown eyes meeting mine. I looked away, the eye contact making me uncomfortable.

I couldn’t help the awkward smile that fell on my lips, “You’re still on that? Its okay, I probably should’ve answered the door anyways.”

“I should’ve done more research on Lieutenant Anderson,” Connor rebuttled. “I would’ve changed my approach if I knew he was housing another person.” I glanced at him and I couldn’t stop the genuine smile, his eyes held an innocence that made me completely forgive him for the absolute heart attack he put me through yesterday.

“It’s kinda funny now that I think about it,” I chuckled lightly.

Connor’s brows furrowed lightly, confusion splayed across his features, “How so?”

I opened my mouth to explain, but paused, not exactly sure how to explain it, “I guess cus the situation was so absurd? It’s not everyday you become an acquaintance of someone you called the cops on.”

His led spun blue again, clearly thinking over my words, “I’m not sure I fully understand.”

I took a sip of my drink, not sure how I could make him understand, “I’m sorry, I’m not the best at explaining things.”

“It’s okay,” He replied, “Perhaps I will understand in the future.”

Checking the time, my eyes widened, wondering where all the time went.

“Shoot,” I muttered, standing up quickly and rushing to my room. I got dressed as quick as I could before grabbing my bag. “Bye Connor,” I waved to him on my way out. His departing words faint as I was already trekking to my car.

Soon, Connor became a comforting presence in the mornings. Once, I used to like getting ready alone, no one to bother me or make me cranky. But now…it was nice with Connor being there. In fact, I kinda looked forward to it.

“Hm?” I hummed out confused as Connor placed toast in front of me on the coffee table. I looked up at him confused.

“It is recommended for humans to eat a balanced meal in the morning,” Connor explained. “Unfortunately, I was unable to make anything but toast.”

I blinked, and suddenly I felt myself melt at the action. I smiled sheepishly, taking a slice, “Thank you Connor. This was nice of you.”

Every day Connor seemed to do something that would make my heart beat a little bit faster. I knew it was stupid. He was an android, he couldn’t feel, he didn’t care, he was only there to hunt deviants.

So why did he slightly smile when I told the lamest joke in the world? Why did he scold me when I didn’t take care of myself? Why did I catch his stare lingering, or how he’d come to me with questions that others refused to answer?

“I still don’t think our meeting is funny,” Connor said randomly one morning. I was currently house hunting. Having a steady income was a nice change of pace and I was excited to finally get a place of my own.

I glanced up at him, “Oh?”

Its been a few years since I met Connor and so much has changed. For one, androids had their freedom. Two, Connor ended up being my best friend, as he’d confide in me and I him. I had found a well paying job and things were finally looking up.

“In fact, I feel guilty when I think about it,” Connor frowned. His gaze fell on me, his eyes soft and he reminded me of a kicked puppy. “I wish I made a better impression.”

I rolled my eyes, “Connor, if anything, you made quite the impression. And besides, if I was really bothered by it we wouldn’t be friends now would we?”

“But-”

“No buts,” I interrupted. “People make mistakes, it’s apart of life. You grow, learn, and change from them. Besides, why don’t you apologize to uncle Hank about it? He’s the one that was really bothered by it.”

“Th-that’s different,” Connor rebuttled, leaning closer to me.

“How?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s not you,” Connor breathed out.

There it was again. The common occurrence of my heart skipping a beat. Of my heart melting. Of me falling deeper than I already was. So deep in fact, that I’m not sure if I could crawl out of it anymore. The occurrence of Connor saying something so sickingly sweet that I was surprised my teeth didn’t fall out. Something so hopelessly romantic that I wanted to just confess all these overwhelming feelings. No matter how common this would happen, it would always leave me breathless, and a memory for me to rewind like a broken record.

I wasn’t sure how to reply, wondering what he meant by that. Did he mean in the way I was currently hoping he did? Or was it just because we were close friends? Was I looking to much into things? Why did Connor seem so desperate in this moment?

Our eyes met intensely. His brown eyes searching deeply within my own. I felt a certain tension fall over the room, or was that just me?

“Your special to me,” Connor confessed, saying my name in the same breath. “Different than anyone else I’ve met. You’ve cared for me, guided me, make me feel alive.”

I stared at him with batted breath. I couldn’t believe my own ears. Was he…confessing? Do I…confess my own feelings? Did he understand the weight his words currently held? That he was currently cradling my heart in his hands, and could crush it without even realizing it? His sweet, brown eyes once again seemed to be searching for something.

“Your special to me too, Connor” I whispered. “I’ve never felt as close to someone as I do you. I love making you laugh, even if my jokes are dog shit, I love seeing you smile, and I’m glad you trust me enough to confide even the smallest things.”

I thought I’d be anxious to confess my feelings outloud, but I felt at peace as his gaze was soft, dare I say adoring.

“You got to be kidding me,” I heard uncle Hank grumble as he passed by the living room. “You got a room for a reason kid, take the cheesiness elsewhere.”

I flustered, breaking the intense staredown Connor and I had held.

Ever since that conversation, I noticed that Connor seemed to be more affectionate. His hand would brush mine more often when he’d hand me something. He’d hug me more often, arms lingering longer than normal.

“Holy shit,” I grinned, eyes wide in disbelief. I just found a place and managed to buy it. I just had to give the down payment and I could move in right away.

Energy buzzed through me and I left my room to find Connor. Uncle Hank sat on the couch, his drinking habits have improved significantly. Connor stood a little farther away, hunched over a stove. He’d taken up the hobby of cooking, in fact he would pout when he couldn’t cook me something or if I’d already eaten.

I beelined towards the handsome android and hugged him from behind, “Guess what?”

“What?” Connor asked, cranning his neck to try and look at me.

Letting go, I stepped beside him, “I got my own house!”

His smile fell, before retaining a clearly fake smile, “That’s amazing to hear. When do you move?”

“Probably in the next week or so,” I replied, for some reason feeling…guilty.

His stare didn’t shift from the pan that sat ontop of the stove, his shoulders tense. I fidgeted with my fingers, unsure how to make the situation better.

“I’m proud,” He muttered, the words sounding forced.

“It’s going to be hard to keep up with my payments,” I said without even thinking. My heart beat faster as I surmised that it was too late to back up now. “It’d be nice to have a roommate to help lighten the load.”

I stared at the brown haired beauty from the corner of my eye as he seemed to piece together what I was hinting at. His gaze swept over to me and I almost choked at how hopeful he looked.

“I-I could help,” Connor stuttered excitedly. “I make more than enough at the precinct now…a-and I don’t mind sharing a living space with you.”

He reminded me of a golden retriever with how he always seemed to try and please me. The thought made me swoon. And only made me double my efforts in showing him I cared as well.

“Okay than,” I nodded. “Hopefully uncle Hank won’t mind-”

“Please!” Hank exclaimed. “Get the hell out of my house so I can finally rest in peace.”

Connor and I looked at each other before falling into a fit of laughter.

“I suppose that answers that question,” I teased with a grin. “Better start packing mister, we’ve got a house to start decorating.”

The sound of sizzling grew louder and Connor tried to save the meal he was making. Apologizing when it was burnt.

I let out an exasperated sigh, trudging up to Connor who stared at me concerned from the couch. I laid down, resting my head on his lap, frowning in frustration. Today was just a bad day and I wanted to cling to the one comfort I found consistent.

Connor didn’t hesitate to run his hand through my hair, soothing my touch starved self. I didn’t even realize I let out a hum of content at the contact. It was nice to share a space with Connor, not having to worry about uncle Hank walking around and making teasing comments.

“I got you a surprise…” Connor trailed off, his nails scratching my scalp in a pleasing manner.

“Is it a bad surprise?” I asked, wondering if he was buttering me up right now.

“I think you’d enjoy it,” He hummed. I opened my eyes and met his loving gaze.

“Do we have to get up?” I grumbled.

His smile was so soft, I just wanted to lean up and kiss him.

“I assure you it will be worth it.”

I froze when I heard a bark. I stared up at Connor in shock and he just gave me a smug grin. I scrambled up, running towards his room where the bark came from. I opened the door without second thought and a puppy barelled towards me, jumping up to meet me. A kitten trailed not too far behind, exploring the world around it.

A giddy smile rested on my face as I sat on the ground and pet the puppy. Connor joined me, petting the kitten that sniffed at him curiously. When my gaze met Connor’s, my heart stuttered as he was already staring at me with that goofy grin of his. I lept at him, embracing him but also making us fall down, startling our pets. I squeezed him as tightly as I could, and he held me firmly as well.

“I love you so much,” I confessed without even thinking. I froze, turning ridged in his hold. I tried to pull away but Connor only held me tighter.

“I…love you too,” He breathed out, nuzzling his face into the side of my neck.

Change will always happen. Where androids were once seen as emotionless slaves, they turned out to be complex beings, seeming more human than actual humans. When you thought that you’d never be close to an android, you ended up loving one. Things won’t always be perfect, as mistakes are a step of change, but as long as the intentions behind your choices are good, good is likely to follow. And you couldn’t be happier with the choices you made that led to this moment.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hi~ Can I request child!reader with record of ragnarok anime, who have to write an essay about their family members? And how will they react to reading what the reader thought about them?

-For Family Day at school, everyone in your class had to write an essay about their family members and present them in front of everyone.

-You had 21 family members, all of them adopting you as their own. Everyone knew this, from teachers to other parents and your classmates, that you had so many family members to love you.

-Since you had so many, you were asked to go last, which you had no problem doing.

-You were nervous, walking out on stage in front of everyone, but you saw your family and you know that with them there, you were safe as you began, “My family is very big- I have a lot of papas and two mamas, and lots of big brothers-”

-Lu Bu- “Papa Lu Bu is what Papa Loki calls a scary dog, because he looks scary, but he’s not, he’s very nice and always carries me on his shoulders and tells me lots of stories!” Lu Bu sent a glare to Loki who just grinned, but he felt warm at your kind words.

-Thor- “Papa Thor is super tall and really strong, he’s the best at getting the cookie jar off the fridge!” everyone looked at Thor who froze as you unintentionally threw him under the bus.

-Adam- “Papa Adam is the best papa in the world! He tells me stories, takes me on long walks, and teaches me a lot about gardening!” Adam sent a smug grin to the others who glared lightly at him, as they did know that he was the most doting of the men.

-Zeus- “Grampy Zeus is super funny! He likes to make the others mad because he thinks its fun, he likes to dance!” there was no denying that Zeus was a gremlin as he laughed almost bashfully.

-Kojiro- “Papa Kojiro is teaching me kendo! It’s hard but it’s also a lot of fun! He also tells he best stories from when he was in Japan!” Kojiro beamed brightly at your praise, he had been teaching you the basics of kendo and he always loved telling you stories.

-Poseidon- “Papa Poseidon teaches me all about the ocean and he reads really hard books to me, even if I don’t understand it sometimes, but it makes him happy, I’ve seen him smile loads when we read together!” Poseidon flushed red at your praise, trying to ignore the grins from the others.

-Jack- “Papa Jack is super fancy! He reads Shakespeare to me and teaches me about different types of tea, and we always have tea parties together!” Jack felt like he had a feather in his cap, beaming at your praise that he was fancy.

-Hercules- “Big Brother Hercules is super strong! He can lift a car over his head! But he’s always gentle with me and we have slumber parties all the time!” Hercules smiled a bit bashfully but couldn’t help but beam.

-Raiden- “Papa Raiden is a rikishi- that’s a sumo wrestler, and he’s the best! He’s super strong and eats a lot of food! But he always shares with me.” Your words made Raiden clutch his chest in fondness over you.

-Shiva- “Papa Shiva has a big family himself, with three wives and big brother Ganesha too! He always makes up the most fun games to play and is really good at hide and seek!” Shiva smiled up at you, beaming at your kind words.

-Buddha- “Big Brother Buddha always shares his candy with me! He has so many and is super smart when it comes to snacks! He always knows the best ones to have!” Buddha chuckled warmly, enjoying his lollipop.

-Huang- “Big Brother Qin Shi Huang was the Emperor of China!! He lives with us now, but he always tells me stories and we always go on fun adventures to the park!” He beamed proudly, looking smug that you mentioned his title, but he was happy to hear how happy he made you.

-Hades- “Papa Hades has a super big doggy named Cerberus that I get to pet! And Hades always takes me on long walks and tells me stories of when Poseidon and Zeus were kids!” the two turned to their eldest brother who smirked at them, making them panic that he told you embarrassing stories about them!

-Tesla- “Big Brother Nikola is super smart! He’s always making inventions, some blow up but others don’t and are super neat to see! He helps me with my homework all the time!” Tesla beamed brightly at you, not at all embarrassed by you announcing his failures, as failing is the first step in learning.

-Beelzebub- “Big Brother Beelzebub reads a lot, and he reads to me too. We sometimes will pick a topic and then hunt around for information about it- like a treasure hunt!” He chuckled softly, fondness in his eyes as he thought about your ‘treasure hunts.’

-Odin- “Papa Odin is super smart! He tells me all sorts of stories and he teaches me lots of stuff too! He’s super tall too and can be scary, but he’s always nice to me!” Odin smiled gently at your praise, as he enjoys telling you stories.

-Hermes- “Big Brother Hermes knows how to play the violin! He’s super good at it and always plays the prettiest music! We have super fancy tea parties together!” Hermes chuckled warmly, his hand coming to his heart as he welcomed your praise with grace.

-Ares- “Papa Ares is super tall and strong, but he’s gentle with me, he sometimes cries a lot, but he gives the best hugs in the whole world!” A light from above shown down upon him as he fell to his knees, crying at your praise while the others all rolled their eyes at him.

-Loki- “Papa Loki is super fun! He takes me flying and always plays pranks on the others, which gets him yelled at a lot, but some of his pranks are funny!” to hear from you that his pranks were funny, he felt like he was on top of the world, beaming from ear to ear.

-Eve- “Mama Eve is the best mama, she braids my hair, kisses my boo-boos, and reads me stories, she’s always super nice and teaches me a lot of new things.” Eve beamed, cupping her cheeks as she cooed at your words.

-Brunnhilde- “Mama Brunnhilde is the boss of the house, no matter what Grampy Zeus says! She teaches me a lot of important lessons, like cleaning up after myself! She yells at those who don’t but she never yells at me!” She smiled fondly at you before sending a smirk to Zeus who was beside himself with rage.

-The audience clapped for you, hearing about your wide range of family members, with your family cheering the loudest, which made you beam brightly at them before you headed over to them, getting immediately grabbed up in a swarm of hugs and cuddles.

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nymphoheretic · 1 year

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NSFW ABCs Snippet ft Kyoujuro Rengoku (the letter D)

D = Dirty Secret

I walked out of the kitchen to find Kyoujuro sitting on the couch, the TV showing the latest sumo wrestling match. I would never understand what was so fascinating about watching two sweaty men push and grapple each other until one of them was thrown out of the circle.

But Kyoujuro loved it, so I put up with his shouting when the matches got serious and intense. Sighing and shaking my head when he jumped off the couch and shouted rather loudly at the TV when the wrestler he was rooting for gained the upperhand.

“I swear sometimes I think he wishes he was the one doing the wrestling.” I returned back to the kitchen to set the table.

Kyoujuro entered the dining room soon after, satisfied that his favorite wrestler won the match. He sat down at the table as I set his plate in front of him. “Thank you, my darling.” He said before taking a bite, his loud exclaims of “Umai” echoing through the room.

I sat across from him, enjoying my own meal, giggling silently at his vocal eating. I found it very endearing that he had to exclaim “Umai” after every bite. Once we had finished eating, I moved to clear the table.

A thought entered my head and I just had to ask, even if I knew that it was an outrageous question. “Hey, Kyou?” I paused as I waited for him to look in my direction and a sneaky smile spread over my lips.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” I giggled at the confused expression that crossed his face as his eyes narrowed slightly. “Oh come on, I know you have some kind of dirty secret you want to tell me.”

I let out a squeak when he suddenly rose from his chair and pinned me against the wall. His warm lips covered mine in a deep, intense kiss and I let out a small moan.

Kyoujuro pulled away only to lean down to whisper in my ear, “Little spitfire, I have no secrets. I only tell you the truth.” He ground his hips into mine, his hardening length rubbing against my thigh. “And right now, the truth is: I want to fuck you against this wall.”

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tdinyomomma · 8 months

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TDI X Reader- Phobia Factor (Chapter Seven)

If you haven’t read: six

After the Killer Bass’s elimination we decided to go to the campfire and join them. Well there’s more to it but whatever. “What do you guys want? Come by to rub it in?” Courtney questions us with her hands on her hips. “We got some extra dessert after our tuck-shop party, thought you might want some.” Trent speaks for us as Beth jiggles the green jello in her hands.

“So, what? You’re just being nice?” Courtney rebuttals.

“Okay, Owen stank up our cabin and we need some time to air it out.” Gwen rolls her eyes and Owen farts. “Ew, dude.” Trent gives the big guy a look.

Beth then brings over the green jello to the Miss C.I.T. who ends up squealing, stepping back. “No!” She then collects herself. “I mean, no thanks. I’m good.” She politely declines the offer.

“What? Are you on a diet or something?” Duncan quizzes her.

“No, I just don’t like green jelly, okay?” She defends herself, Beth then goes past her and over to DJ, he gasps. “Snake!” Flipping the tray over. Cody bends over, grabbing the worm. “Chill, dude, it’s just a gummy worm.” He shows it off to the poor guy.

“Sorry for tripping. Snakes just freak me out.” He apologizes. “I feel you, chickens give me the creeps, dude.” Tyler comforts his teammate.

“You’re afraid of chickens?” Gwen asks in disbelief, Duncan chuckles. “Wow, that’s-that’s really lame man.”

“So suddenly, everyone’s having this big share fest by the fire. Like Beth went on and on about her mortal fear being covered by bugs. Harold’s afraid of Ninjas. Even Heather admitted she’s afraid of sumo wrestlers.” Gwen tells the camera, growing interested in each one she tells.

“What’s my worst fear? I guess being buried alive.” Gwen answers.

“Walking through a minefield… in heels.” Lindsay distresses.

“Flying man. That’s some crazy stuff.” Owen speaks up, shivering.

“I would never go up in a plane. Never.” Izzy holds her hands at her chest.

“I’m scared of hail. It’s small but deadly, dude.” Geoff expresses.

“Being left alone in the woods.” Bridgette says and Sadie sniffs, holding a wooden plank from the dock. “Bad haircuts.” Sadie cries out. “Oh, okay, I change mine. That’s so much scarier than a minefield.” Lindsay shutters at the thought.

“Having to diffuse a time bomb under pressure.” Cody scratches his cheek, then we all turn to Courtney.

“I’m not really afraid of anything.” She holds her knees to her chest. “Baloney.” Duncan coughs. “Oh, really? Well, what exactly is your phobia, Mr. Know-it-all?” She questions him, his face drops instantly and he glances around.

“Uh, Ce-Celine Dion music store-standees.” He slumps, holding his face. “Exsqueeze me? I didn’t quite get that.” Cody snickers, cupping his hand to his ear, I agree, covering my mouth as I laugh. “Dude, did you say Celine Dion music store-standees?” Trent chimes in. “Ooh, I love Celine Dion!” Lindsay excitedly admits.

“What’s a standee?”

“You know, that cardboard cutout thing that stands in the music store?” Trent clarifies. “Don’t say it dude.” Duncan whines, pointing to the other guy speaking, but gets ignored. “Kind of like a life-size but flat Celine.” I sit up straighter, holding onto Cody’s knee to stop myself from laughing.

“Shut up!” He covers his ears. “What about you guys?” He directs between Trent and I.

“Okay, well, I hate mimes. Like a lot.” Trent says, “Similar to Trent, clowns.” I boredly tell them, Courtney rolls her eyes at us. “All right Courtney. You’re afraid of something. Spit it out.” Trent orders and I nod but she sits taller. “Nope, nothing.”

“If that’s true you would’ve jumped during our first challenge. But you didn’t.” I then bend my arms, pretending to flap my wings.” “Shut up!” She shouts at me and I laugh.

Chris whistlers as we all give him our attention. I sit between Heather and Cody. “Campers, your next challenge is a little game I like to call. “Phobia Factor.” Prepare to face your worst fears.” He announces.

“Worse than this?” Leshawna lifts her food in disgust. “We’re in trouble.” Gwen mutters. “Now for our first victims… Heather!” A card flies into his hand and he reads off of it. “Meet us all in the theater. It’s sumo time!” She spits out her drink in shock. “Gwen you, me, the beach. A few tons of sand.” Her eyes go wide. “Wait how did they know those were your worst fears?” Lindsay asks, Gwen slaps her own forehead. “Because we told them.”

“At the campfire last night.” Trent reminds her, Beth and the blonde look at each other. He then comforts Gwen, rubbing her back as her head lays down on the table. I stare at them without realizing, my mind going blank as I go off into space.

Immediately getting out of it once Lindsay speaks again. “Wait, they were listening to us?”

“It’s a reality show, Einstein. They’re always listening to us.” Gwen sarcastically says.

I know I don’t like Gwen how she likes me but still being avoided and her bringing in the comfort of Trent as if I did something wrong hurts. I truly thought we were close friends…

“That’s like eavesdropping!” Lindsay pouts.

“Chef Hatchet, didn’t you have a special order for Tyler here today?” The muscular cook smirks, showing Tyler a fried chicken, the teen picks it up, he stares at it for a moment. Then he bites off the head and then an actual live chicken head pops up and Tyler screams in fear.

We go to the first thing which is for Beth, it’s a blow up pool filled with bugs DJ vomits just by looking at it. I cross my arms glancing over to Cody who was a worryful expression. For it being Beth’s worst fear she jumps right in. Coming out with worms all over her. “And Beth sets the bar way up there!” We cheer for our girl; she has a big smile planted on her face.

Lindsay and Sadie get wigs on their heads. Owen and Izzy have to go on a roughed up looking plane. Leshawna runs, screaming away from Hatchet who’s in a spider costume.

Next is Heather standing across from a sumo wrestler. “Heather, stepped up to the plate, scoring the Gophers their second point on the board.”

The wrestler comes running and the girl crouches down, the wrestler trips, falling off the stage.

Next was Gwen being buried alive, Trent comforts her, giving her a walkie so they could talk. I want to jump in and also comfort the girl but again… Not my place anymore I guess. She wants something I don’t.

As we’re moving onto the next thing, Trent runs past us. “Just talk to him bro and ask him to go away!” Chris yells after him. I tense up realizing I don’t know when a clown is going to come for me. I unconsciously grip onto Cody’s arm.

“Okay, then, we have 2 minutes before Gwen’s done. Cody, you’re up.” His eyes go up to the host after looking down to see my hands wrapped around his arm. He then looks back up to my face. “You got this.” I give him a thumbs up after letting him go.

We follow Chris to this trash bomb. I decided to stay with the boy, maybe helping him disconnect it. “All right, Cody This garbage bomb’s going off in exactly 10 minutes. Everything you need to know to defuse it is on these schematic blueprints.” Chris lifts up a blue paper he rolled out.

“What? No way! I can’t do this!” He exclaims, holding his head, clearly stressed out. “Then I suggest you find a safe place to hide, bro.” The host then throws the paper and I catch it before it hits the ground. “Later, dudes! Also, [Name]! Be careful.” He winks, walking away and my body freezes.

“Wait, you’re not gonna watch?” Cody questions. “No way, that’s a live bomb, dude!” He then runs away.

He turns to the trash bomb sighing. “You don’t have to stay, you know?” He takes the paper from my hands and I shrug. “I know but I don’t mind helping.” I smile motioning for him to pull the paper out so we can both read it.

As we’re reading the paper he speaks up. “What makes you so scared of-” I cover his mouth quickly. “Don’t even, it’s going to manifest it.” I whisper aggressively. “They could be a killer under that mask. Or- or, a kidnapper. And for some reason people just let them go to parties and carnivals.” I rant, not realizing one was right behind me. “[Name], you might want to start running then…”

Then that stupid clown horn squeaks in my ear and I scream, running away from Cody and the trash bomb. The thing laughs at me and I cry out in fear. “Stay away!” I take off my shoe mid run and throw it back at the clown. It stays hot on my trail and I run past the dock where Trent was soaking wet and Chris was sitting down controlling a cloud of hail following Geoff.

I notice Heather on the porch and wave more arms around. “Heather! Please!” I wail, going up the porch and throwing her in front of me, shielding myself from the clown that giggles, squeaking the horn again. “What- Let go-”

It stands on the bottom of the stairs. “Heather, please! Please, don’t make me let go.” I plead with her and she looks back at me, noticing the tears in my eyes. She rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips. “What do you even want me to do?” She questions and I squeeze my eyes shut, gently holding onto her arms. “Tell it to go away.” I mumble, she then walks down the steps, taking off her sandal. “All right, go away you stupid clown. Shoo! Get away!” She slaps it with her shoe repeatedly and it sadly puts its head down, walking away.

“Yeah! Go away!” I cheer, and then run up to Heather after I know it’s gone, embracing her tightly. “Thank you! I owe you big time!” I grin, before running off, not letting her respond to me.

An explosion occurs and I gasp. “Shit, Cody!” I run to the area where the explosion happened and he’s sitting on the ground covered in trash. “[Name]? Is that you?” He groans, his arms out since he can’t see and even though I’m disgusted I help him up off the ground.

“I’m so sorry, the clown was just following me and flight or fight, response you know? Heather luckily helped me but I’m still so sorry, I should’ve done something to help.” I ramble on and he tiredly laughs. “It’s okay, I really need a show though.” He sighs, taking the banana peel off his head. We make it through the forest and as we’re walking through he goes in front of me, still groaning from the pain of the explosion.

Bridgette then hits him, screaming before running off. He grunts, falling to the floor once again. “Oh my god, are you okay?” I ask him and he just lays there for a moment. “I’m fine, just- just give me a minute.” He gives up and I laugh.

After Cody takes a shower and I wash my hands we make our way to a pen where Chris and Tyler are standing. The Gophers all made it through their challenges.

“All right gang, we’re ninth inning. Tyler, for your challenge you need to get in this pen for three minutes with these chickens.” Chris unboxes a momma chicken with two baby chickies. “You can do it Tyler!” Bridgette shouts. “Yeah, unless you’re chicken.” Duncan taunts. Tyler ends up sitting down, cradling himself back and forth.

“I’m not sure we’re getting anywhere on this one.” Chris says boredly.

“Tyler, this is the last challenge. Quit being such a girl!” Courtney yells at the boy. “You have to do this or we’re going to lose!” Courtney rolls her eyes.

“Actually if you do the math you can’t possibly win.” Cody calculates then shows the calculator. “The score’s 8-3.”

“Not necessarily. We’ve got one more challenge set up.” Chris says.

“Who? It can’t be me. But I didn’t-” Courtney goes on confused. “You didn’t have to. We’re always watching you and your reactions.” Chris reminds her.

“I knew it. Didn’t I tell you guys, they were eavesdropping?” Lindsay angrily asks. “Oh, who cares? It’s not going to make a difference.” Courtney frowns.

“Let’s make this interesting then. I’ll give you triple points if you can complete it.” He tells her.

We now stand in front of a huge wooden pool of green jello. “You’re afraid of jelly?” Duncan laughs. “Shut up! Only the green kind. It’s like sugary, jiggly snot!” She cries out in disgust.

“You can face your fear and dive straight into this pool of jelly or let your team lose yet another challenge!” Courtney slumps, making her way to the ladder. “This is insane! I could seriously die doing this.” She climbs up.

“Oh this is just cruel.” Gwen says, “It’s probably warm by now! Warm green jelly. Snotty, bouncy, ugh!” She stifles.

“You’re not going to make me quit!” Courtney yells down. “That’s it, keep climbing!” Duncan smiles.

“She’s just trying to psych you out!” Bridgette chimes in. “Like you said, Courtney! It’s okay if you can’t do it!” Duncan shouts, I yell up a chicken clucking sound just like I did in our first challenge earning a scowl in response. Once she stands up on the board she thinks about it then covers her face. “I can’t do it! I’m coming down!” She yells, her team all lower their head in disappointment as the Gophers cheer once again.

“And there you have it! The Gophers won invincibility this week… Again!”

After everything calms down we all chill in our cabin, mostly everyone was on the boys side except me, Gwen, Heather and Lindsay.

“I gotta go to the bathroom.” Gwen huffs, standing up, stretching out her body. “Ooh! Me too, I’ll come with!” Lindsay grins, following after the goth girl. Gwen scoffs but opens the door for the blonde and they walk out. Heather then stands up and I raise a brow at her. “Dang you have to go too?’

“No, I wanted to talk to you about something.” She tells me and I put my book down, giving her my attention. “What’s up, Heather?” I smile softly. “You said you owe me earlier right?” She asks and I slowly nod.

“Well, before that, I want to apologize for my actions with the whole diary thing. And then by owing me a favor I’d like you to pretend to be my friend for a little bit.” She crosses her arms and I’m taken aback for a moment.

“Seriously?” I lean closer to her as if I didn’t hear her correctly the first time. “Yes, just don’t expect me to be all nice with Gwen.” She says and I glance around. “What’s the point of this?”

“Just- please?” She huffs.

“I-I guess? Just pretending to be friends?” I furrow my brows, her face turns a light shade of pink. “Nevermind-”

“No, no, I’m down, we can be friends.” I wink, then go back to my book.

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 6🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 6 "Party Politics"

Timestamp: 00:37:18

Video Length: 4min. & 7sec.

Sumo Wrestling to talk to Ragh (Pt. 1 | ‣Pt. 2)

Gorgug yells for Riz

Riz joins in

Gorgug says he explained but Riz also explains it again in a maybe better kind of way for Ragh to try to understand.

Riz: "So there was a god that was going through some kind of- was having- anger was escaping through these red gems that were possessing people and filling them with rage. And then Kalina- who is back but we don't know what's going on because now that the Nightmare King is gone, Cassandra manifested Kalina again, I guess and Kalina seemed shady but also seemed to legitimately be helping Cassandra, so it's possible that she takes on the traits of whoever she's the familiar of. So she might be a good guy? I don't know what's going on. But she did say your name specifically, not in a threatening way, but in a 'he will save us' way, while she was getting taken over by one of the red gems that was very similar to what happened with your mom. So, I think you are the true crab king."

Gorgug bows! 😂🤣💀

Riz also bows 😂😂🤣🤣💀💀

Riz is confusedly just looking at Gorgug 😂😂😂

Gorgug: "We've just got to build him up a little bit." 😭😭

Ragh: "So you're telling me that in the same year that I gotta get ready for tryouts for the Bastion City Buccaneers, that I've been chosen to save Cassandra?"

Gorgug and Riz: "Maybe?" 😂🤣💀

Gorgug: "Does that mean something to you?" 😂

Ragh: "It means a lot." 😭😭

Ragh remembers Cassandra! He was there! 😂🤣💀

Ragh is gonna find Cassandra 😭

Ragh: "Listen, I'm a straight-up barbarian, but if you need cleric numero dos and I'm the chosen one- Let's talk." 😭😭

Riz: "I think it's something to do with those red rage spheres, that maybe you could help with, or maybe we can talk to your mom and also you, and maybe we can all figure it out together."

Ragh really struggles :(((

Brennan: "You see that- he[Ragh] loves you a lot and wants to say something that solves the mystery for you, but I think you watch him not get it."

Ragh has never seen a rage star per se

Lydia has a fiend trapped in the red gem that's inside of her and she uses her rage to contain it.

Lydia can make a sick spread on Saturday and they can talk to her about the star trapped in her chest!

Ragh texts his mom SO QUICK! 😭✋

Ragh's text to his mom: "Mom, sick spread. Crystal demon questions. Riz, Gorgug. You down?" 😂🤣💀

🥰🥰An enormous wall of the "surrounded by hearts smiling" emoji🥰🥰

Ragh's mom is the best! 😭✋ I admire the LOVE that Ragh has for his mom fr! 😭😭✋✋

Ragh assures Gorgug and Riz that they're gonna get to the bottom of this! 🥺🥺 He's so sweet! 🥺🥺♥️♥️

Crab King! 😂🤣👏👑

Ragh: "Crab King, when the lobster prince and the shrimp majordomo need help, then that's what's up."

Riz: "That's awesome. Thank you, Ragh."

Gorgug, Riz, and Ragh all put a hand in: "Crustacean Nation!" 😭😭✋✋

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#MonsterxMediator #NauseAxe_404 #Nick #IfNickWasAIllbleedLevel #MyThoughts

When I first saw Nick from Monster x Mediator in a youtube let's play video he gave me Woodcutter lumberjack vibes mixed with a yandere lover.

I really like his design and the way he said he knew a character by a blog felt like something that would happen in Zable's realm jumping travels but not have the walkie talkie just randomly appeared in the room not knowing the place.

Zable would probably write the 100 pages story about him being a boss in a Illbleed fan game then the B movie plot twist is him killing the Illbleed worker "controlling" him then chop down the exit to just leave the park not wanting the prize money.

I mean what does a immortal being need with money?

But just leaves but with the love interest crying that they want the prize money.

I also imagine the longer the player takes in the level by using the item sensor collecting items to heal up before battle, just standing around letting the time go, or just seeing the new traps in the level.

I can see Nick gets bored of waiting and just kills the Illbleed control worker and when you walk in the boss room he acts like you stood him up on a date but it was actually the boss battle with the boss room trashed up with axe marks everywhere.

Then you actually have to battle him to get him to leave with a axe yourself.

But you finally get to use your items in battle which is a first and last time this would happen would to give him a newly written story which would stop the battle with a cutscene of him just reading it sitting down.

Would be funny for the player to rescue him out of the level but you don't get the extra prize money for completing the level on time to get a different cutscene.

I imagine the gimmick of the level is the time limit your character gets before entering the boss battle stage.

The longer you take the more B movie silly the cutscene will be while if you do it on time it would be a normal cutscene with the Illbleed worker still alive.

But in the story you get more points when you get the B movie cutscene.

When the character is fighting Nick I can imagine the player also having a Axe themselves to attack and having a long robot glove hand weapons that pushes him close to the boss exit.

The goal is not to kill Nick but it's like a sumo wrestling match to which person gets pushed close to the either of the doors which would stop the battle.

If the player wins then a cutscene would him leaving the boss area while the Illbeed workers try to capture him but he pushes them out the way killing them.

If Nick wins it depends on the time limit.

If you are on time then he can kill you with his axe or choke the player which will cause a bleeding death or strength empty.

If the time limit if past then when Nick was going to kill you with his axe then a robot worker steps in to catch the blade then tells the player to run to the goal with him chasing you with the blood all over him which means he killed that worker.

Once you reach the goal of the level ends and you renter the hubworld where he's just there to chat with the player like he's a actor in a movie that was just playing how role.

Maybe see him drinking a couple of Hassy with the cans around him.

Also have Nick do that laugh he does and have the player randomly laugh back but awkwardly while saying "Why are we laughing?" then have the cutscene just end like Nick was going to say something but the game cuts him off.

If Nick had a Pokémon team.

He would have a shiny Haxorus as his main Pokémon for comfort.

Nick would have a Golurk too as a swapout for the last Pokémon.

Image not mine but link is there.

Haxorus - #612 - Serebii.net Pokédex

Pokémon Team Planner (richi3f.github.io)

Golurk - #623 - Serebii.net Pokédex

Basically the Illbleed styled fight but would have a Killerman boss stage with room to run around in and maybe try to make Nick trip due to how tall he is then just push him with the long range hand weapon to push him out of the stage.

A blog about obscurity stuff, plushies and food. on Tumblr: #Illbleed #WoodcuttersAxeWeapon #TheAxeWeapon The Woodcutters Axe and I like it that this Axe shrinks. 6:36 (On...

Now I want art trade of Nick and a Woodcutter enemy to swap clothes.

That would be awesome.

I can also see my oc Zable Fable say when finally pushing Nick to the exit with the long robot glove hands weapons.

"It's time to catch these hands."

I wish we got more info on Nick from Monster x Mediator.

If Zable Fable would interview him and ask questions like.

"Can you let me hold your Axe and talk to you?"

"Like does his species bleed?"

"What is his favorite food?"

"Have you touched any grass lately?"

"Have any other hobbies besides my blog and me?"

"How long have you had your axe?"

"Are you single?"

"Do you have any friends or family and can I meet them?"

"Can I see your face and are you okay?"

"What's is your favorite color?"

"Do you like to travel places? "

"Want to travel with me to random places?"

"Am I cringe?"

"How you are feeling big guy?"

"Am I your first superstar or just one of many?"

"How do you get your teeth so white and nice looking?"

"I know you say you are broken but I can try to help repair you."

"What was your childhood like as a Soulless Beast if you had one?"

The games, videos, and images not mine but links are there.

MONSTER X MEDIATOR by HeadLocker (itch.io)

Ringside but the reporter never shuts up (youtube.com)

If someone can customized Nick in Soul Calibur that would be cool.

Like him having Astaroth or Berserker body type with his axe in hand.

I would give Nick the Soul Edge axe.

This is what I think Nick sounds like.

Soul Calibur II - Astaroth English Voice Clips (youtube.com)

Video Game Voice Comparison- Astaroth (Soul Calibur) (youtube.com)

I wish Soul Calibur was on the switch so I can try my best to customized John Doe and Nick so they can fight each other.

Maybe make Zable Fable too.

If John Doe was in Soul Calibur I think Voldo would be a good body type for a custom character since he attacks weird and Nick is Astaroth.

Video not mine but link is there.

Soul Calibur 2 - Voldo arcade mode (youtube.com)

I would also put Alex Blood in Soul Calibur as a custom character.

Since Alex Blood or Sanya is 8 ft tall.

So how tall is Nick or NauseAxe_404?

A blog about obscurity stuff, plushies and food. on Tumblr - #Alex Blood

(If Zable Fable had kids with Nick.)

If Nick and Zable had kids then the species would be called a Soulless Fella if it's more Soulless Beast in appearance with pointy ears and a Funny Beast it would be more jester like.

Both offspring would both have stitching on their bodies and look humanoid with tails.

This one really feels like him.

Soulcalibur V - Astaroth Voice Set (youtube.com)

Berserker | Soulcalibur Wiki | Fandom

Soulcalibur 2 HD Online - Extra Arcade with Astaroth - YouTube

Best Astaroth designs? : r/SoulCalibur (reddit.com)

Berserker | Soulcalibur Wiki | Fandom

Soul Edge (Axe) | Soulcalibur Wiki | Fandom

Zable Fable Interactions With Nick

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Zable Fable would be shocked if any version of the character blocked Nick and would said it was a accident due to the blog website this character used had too many fake sexy bot accounts that were spamming their page then accident blocked him before checking out his account.

Maybe have Zable say this while unblocking him in real time.

" I'm sorry dawg so no hard feelings."

If Fable was in control will try to eat Nick's axe this is in Zable's human vessel body to stop that attack that was harming the vessel body.

It's like storing a weapon for later but within the body.

Fable will give the weapon back if they feel like it's the right time.

Fable while in Zable's vessel body would have Nick's axe stored in the vessel body would try to trick Nick into running at the vessel trying to choke them while Fable holds onto the door knob to open it if he gets close to successfully get him out the room.

Have Fable cough back up the axe to give back to Nick then have Nick hitting the vessel like fall down bear.

Videos not mine but link is there.

Fall Down Bear! (youtube.com)

Illbleed (Dreamcast) Part 24 (youtube.com)

If I my art was really good I would draw Nick as a Wood Cutter in the outfit as last minute enemy in woodpuppets that replaces the boss of level 3 since it wasn't working.

Video not mine but link is there.

Illbleed Lumberjack (youtube.com)

Zable would probably would give Nick this weird Meanies headless duck plush this character randomly found.

I wonder how he would react to that?

Images not mine but the plush is mature and link is there.

Meanies Series 2 Donnie Didn't Duck Bean Bag Plush | eBay

Nicknames Zable Fable would give Nick.

Fanboy, Stitch, Mr. Woodcutter, Axe Master, Soul Calibur, Rhino Guy, Meme Man, Superfan, Big Man, Mystery Guy, Reala, Big Smiley Nerd, Laughing Man, Shy Guy, Monster Mash, Error Code Man, and Mr. Noms.

#MonsterxMediator #NauseAxe_404 #Nick #If Nick Was A Illbleed Level #My Thoughts

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