summary: sneaking into the library would’ve been fine if someone didn’t get distracted.
pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
warnings: nothing sexual happens but it is heavily implied.
a/n: this is based off this post but i changed up some things of course, i dont know if i like this or not but i am not gonna dwell on that right now. i hope you enjoy! 1.2k words
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You knew it was a bad idea, sneaking into the library right before closing. But Eddie Munson was persistent, and when he has a plan he sticks to it. Especially his list, his ‘Things To Do this Summer’ list. Which is his specially handcrafted list of- like stated, things to do this summer.
Warnings: Alcohol, Frank and Reader are drunk, Frank being Frank
Pairings: Frank Castle/Tall!Fem!Reader
Request: "Heyyyy you don’t have to, but I would love love love a Frank Castle x tall reader!! (At least 5’9”??) where maybe she’s tipsy/drunk and admits she loves how burly Frank is because she can finally feel like a woman. You don’t have to but I’d like one? Thanks <33"
Word Count: 700+
REQUESTS ARE OPEN. KO-FI.
Most people would agree, you were sure, that getting sloppy drunk around someone you were secretly harboring feelings for was a dangerous game to play. And considering who, in particular, the object of your affections appeared to be, you were sure that most people in the situation you'd put yourself in presently, would be absolutely shitting bricks.
But, in any case, it was a bit too late to back down, now, you dimly realized as you leaned your head against Frank's shoulder, the scent of beer and blood and gunpowder and this pure... essence of him invading your nostrils, enveloping you in him as you sat by his side, happy as a clam and humming contently under your breath.
Besides, you tried to drunkenly reason with yourself as you settled against him briefly, we're both adults here, anyway. And he's a sweetheart. If I tell him, he'll let me down easy.
"You're such a gentleman," you slurred softly, smiling dreamily into his shoulder as he almost choked on his latest sip of beer⎯ a low chuckle left him at that, and even with your eyes partially⎯ well, halfway⎯ well, mostly⎯ closed, you could still feel him shaking his head and sucking his teeth, giving you a small, teasing 'tch' that made your stomach flutter.
"You got a fuckin' weird definition of 'gentleman,' L/N," he rumbled out, taking another slow sip before wrapping his arm softly, but securely, around your shoulders, keeping you upright, and in the process, up against him. You could feel even more heat rising to your cheeks at that, even as an irritated, yet still playful, sigh left your lips.
"'M being serious, Frank⎯" you pouted, reluctantly shifting in his grip and pulling your head away to look at him more directly, humming pleasantly once again at the sight of his face.
He eyed you with some amusement, taking another slow pull from his bottle as he waited for you to elaborate, brow slightly raised. A low... heat pooled in your stomach when you saw his tongue briefly dart out over his chapped lips, just as his thumb brushed over the skin of your upper arm, goose pimples raised up just under his warm, calloused hand.
"You're so gentle with me," you mumbled out finally, a feverish sort of sigh leaving you. His eyes traveled over you briefly, gaze grazing over your face and your body as you practically scrunched yourself into a ball by his side, soaking in his warmth. God, the urge you had to straddle his lap…
“What, ya want me to treat ya rougher?” He joked under his breath, eyes curious as he continued to regard you, and your breath caught briefly in your throat at that. You could see a smirk starting to form in response to your reaction, the corners of his mouth ticking upwards. Shithead.
“No,” you puffed, shifting again in your seated position, stretching out one of your long legs as pins and needles started to prickle at your feet.
“‘S nice, the way you treat me like ‘m delicate,” you slurred softly, watching your foot as you rotated your ankle idly, forgetting yourself. “Makes me feel like a… like a lady,” you purred.
There was a beat of silence as you moved your other leg down, planting your feet hesitantly on the ground, and then turning slightly to look at him again, eyes once again half-lidded— the look he was fixing you with almost froze you entirely; he looked… hazy, yes, because of the alcohol, but the desire in his eyes was unmistakable.
“That’s ‘cause you are a lady, sweetheart,” he murmured, a slightly playful edge to his tone, barely there, but still noticeable to you.
“Mmmmyeah,” you replied mindlessly, breath feeling heavy, almost stifled, as you leaned in closer, centimeter by centimeter, almost. Even with all the nerve you’d gathered just to say these things, it still wasn’t quite enough— but it’d have to do.
“Wanna kiss you, Frank,” you murmured softly, your eyes nearly fully closed as you felt his breath hot on your lips, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek…
The next thing you knew, you had a pounding headache, the limited sunlight streaming in through gaps in the curtains of the motel room almost blinding to your poor senses.
“Rise ‘n’ shine, sweetheart,” Frank snorted as you buried your face in a pillow with a low groan, refusing his offer of water.
“‘Ey, little lady— you behave, and I might give you that kiss.” Your cheeks burned as you pushed yourself up, giving him a halfhearted, bleary-eyed scowl.
“You better deliver, Castle…”
“Drink some damn water first, L/N.”
Ever the gentleman.
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Warnings: A lil bit angsty, Rose is sad, you're sad, Emmett is getting fed up. Pininggggg.
Pairings: Rosalie Hale/Fem!Witch!Reader.
Word Count: 1400+
Author's Note: Right, so, this is probably gonna get a third part to fully wrap up the request. Woohoo!
Taglist: @cinffy23 | @milfloverslut
PART ONE.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN. KO-FI.
At first, she'd tried to ignore you. After helping you pick up your books, hauling you to your feet, and dusting you off subtly with some adorably "mother hen"-ish tendencies to her behavior, she practically sped out of that hallway like she had finally found a passable middle ground between normal human walking and vampiric speed; you had barely managed to squeeze a first name out of her in a mere mumble of just "Rosalie" before she was avoiding your gaze, speaking through clenched teeth. She uttered one last "sorry," as she went, and that was it, it seemed.
You felt... discouraged, to say the least. This wasn't really what you'd expected at all; she'd just brushed you off like it was nothing.
Did⎯ did she somehow not feel it? The connection? Because from all that you had learned in your studies of connections like this, of soul bonds, you knew that if they were true, if they were genuine, and not the effect of some potion, illusionary magick, or even a delusion, both parties would immediately know, upon first being in each other's presence, who their one was.
Especially if both parties were vampiric in nature, considering their enhanced senses.
Yes, you had already 'sniffed out' her little secret, and Emmett's too, in turn, of course. You weren't necessarily surprised; you'd heard of a fair few covens settling in the northernmost states of America over the years, and it was a fine town, Forks, for those wishing to go unnoticed⎯ though, you being what you were, you didn't have to try too hard to blend in.
In almost all physical regards, you appeared human. Your eyes, for the most part, stayed the same color, unless purposefully altered by some magic; your hair was, again, quite average⎯ or, at least, it was in the human ranges of quality, not too 'perfect,' not kept as well as a doll's; it was living... mostly.
You looked relatively unremarkable if compared directly to the Cullens; you passed as human.
The trickier part came with how you registered for other creatures.
Your guardian, Valentin Dubois, had, for a long while by that point, placed a sort of glamour spell over you, for your own safety while out in public; because of this, you didn't just look human⎯ to all the world (other vampires included), you practically were one, the magick he placed on you warping their senses to keep you very well hidden from anyone who might seek to take advantage of your nature in some way.
So, naturally, when you brought up the idea to him of removing said glamour... you were met with a pretty instantaneous 'no.' Even as you begged and pleaded, his stoney grey eyes simply regarded you with an unwavering stare.
"She's my mate, Val, and she might not even know⎯" You told him, voice raising despite yourself, the emotions getting the best of you as your throat tightened around your very words.
However, Valentin quickly cut your argument short.
"If the connection is genuine, dear heart, there is no force on this Earth that could keep her from knowing⎯ not even magic. Not even magic as strong as mine..." He paused briefly, letting you sit with that for a moment before speaking once again.
"...She may not be unaware of your connection, my dear. She may simply be... unprepared for it." He murmured softly, frowning faintly. Your heart felt like it was a rock sinking into your stomach when he said that, but you tried to take a steady breath.
"What does that mean? I'm... I'm made for her, we're made for each other."
"Oh, child..." He gave a pensive sigh, pursing his lips and briefly running his fingers through his silvery blond hair.
"As much as I wish matters such as this were that simple, I'm afraid that I cannot offer you that solace..." He bit his lip, gazing off thoughtfully before starting once more.
"Though soul bonds are unmistakable, irreplaceable, and unbreakable... some things may have changed your mate's view of such things... Living as we do, as she does⎯ it is a difficult existence... very rarely does a story of vampirism have idyllic beginnings..." You realized he was right, despite the stinging feeling in your chest, your jaw clenching softly and your gaze flitting down to the floor.
"Give it time," he murmured after a beat of silence, reaching over to brush his thumb delicately over your cheek. "You have more than enough time to sort this out, don't you, my dear?" He tried to reassure you, humming softly and smiling as you gave him a hesitant nod of agreement.
"Just some time... alright..."
"She'll come to you eventually..."
But she didn't.
In fact, she seemed to be actively avoiding you⎯ and while you tried your best not to let it affect you, not to let it hurt you, it still did. It really, really did... and more people seemed to know that than just you.
"C'mon, Rose⎯" Emmett groaned softly under his breath, leaning on his elbows against the cafeteria table as she stared silently out the window, tracking raindrops as they trailed down the glass.
"You've been avoiding this girl like the freakin' plague, but we all know if you really want someone to leave you alone? You let them know pretty damn quick. So, what's up with all... this? Why're you hanging her out to dry like this?"
He was lucky, Rosalie thought, that he had been speaking too quietly for the human Populus of Forks High School to hear⎯ or else she probably would have had to smack him upside the head for talking about this in such a public space. Much to her chagrin, she was almost certain that was the exact reason he chose right then and right there to start this conversation; so she wouldn't be able to make a scene or run away from it⎯ at least, not without calling even more unwanted attention to herself. For someone with the reputation of an absolute meathead, he was a lot smarter than he looked, she thought to herself glumly.
"You know why I can't let her in, Emmett," she muttered after a moment, amber-colored eyes scanning the cafeteria until they landed on you. She hated how her heart seemed to jump into her throat with a mere glance.
This wasn't fair... this wasn't fair to either of you.
You were, as far as she knew, entirely human. Charming and sweet and earnest and devastatingly beautiful, but human. And she... she couldn't offer you everything she wanted to. She couldn't offer you anything at all, actually⎯ Edward was already putting the coven at risk enough by being with Bella, and they both knew that the arrangement was unlikely to end well. What kind of a selfish hypocrite would she be to do the exact same as he had?
Even as she tried to deny her yearning for you, turning away from your prying gaze, she could still feel the blossoming ache in her chest; unluckily for her, Emmett could very much see it, too.
"So, what, then? You're just gonna agonize over it every time you're close to her? She's your mate, Rose⎯ you're really just gonna let her walk away because you're scared?"
The glare she gave him was withering, but as she noticed his own expression shift into one of surprise, gazing past her head, she practically whipped around in her seat, met with a sight that almost wiped her mind clean.
There you were, standing but a yard away, looking at her with an expression like a deer in headlights; briefly, she took notice of a scrap of paper clutched in your slightly shaky hand.
Gathering your nerve, you took a breath and walked directly past their table, slipping the note in front of her rather fluidly as you passed.
As you walked off, a soft huff left your lips, finally releasing the breath you'd been holding.
Unbeknownst to you, Rosalie, very softly, did the same, turning over the paper in her pale, elegant hand.
'Hey. Meet me at the diner on Friday. 5 PM. We need to talk.'
Her breath seemed to catch again as her eyes scanned over the words, and Emmett hummed, glancing at the note and then back up to her again.
"Don't," she warned him, but he swiftly ignored her plea.
"So... what now?"
She paused, nose briefly wrinkling with the slightest bit of annoyance, anxiety slowly building in her chest as she considered the message before her. Folding the small paper, she took another short breath.
"I... I guess there's only one choice, here." She pondered, biting the inside of her cheek and turning the folded paper over in her palm.
"I have to go and end this before it starts..."
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Warnings: Mentions of ableism/ableist comments from other angels; brief description of eye injuries.
Pairings: Camael (Original Character | Supernatural)/Reader
Summary: After Castiel's brief stint as God, his brother, Camael, has taken his place. Now, he deals with the consequences, with some unexpected comfort.
Word Count: 500+
Author's Note: This is not compliant with Supernatural's canon storyline, of course, as it includes an OC. Also, there will be mentions of some ableist attitudes among angels towards Camael due to him being blind. I do not agree with any of those sorts of opinions and will not entertain ableism or ableist attitudes/viewpoints on my blog. I already have done a fair amount of research on how to portray and properly deal with blind characters, but I am always open to corrections and critiques. Nonetheless, please stay respectful in the replies. Thank you for reading.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN. KO-FI.
The former angel was still... adjusting to godhood, as one might expect from someone in his predicament. The hands of his vessel were wrapped securely, but not too tightly, around his white cane, and they felt oddly... cold. Cold in a way they hadn't ever felt before.
His lips, slightly chapped by the winds of an oncoming storm, pursed softly as the breeze passing by ruffled his dark brown hair.
He felt... Alone.
And, until quite recently, he believed that he was. That he always would be.
After taking the plunge for his doomed brother, taking the responsibility in his hands that no one else in their ranks sought to bear, petrified by the monumental undertaking that gaining such powers would require...
After gaining all the knowledge that had been thrust into him without warning, expanding his consciousness past its natural bounds without any sort of reprieve...
Well, there was a reason that very few people could ever bear the weight and the consequences of this role, and the powers that came with it; that, he now understood all too well.
In the most literal sense, the world now rested upon his shoulders. Not necessarily Earth, as it was a shared territory, but Heaven? Heaven looked to him now; legions of angels, from the fledglings to the fully grown, to even the archangels, now sought his guidance, residing under his leadership.
He, the blinded angel; he, who had paid a terrible price as consequence for a task he would have never been able to accomplish in time. He, the outcasted and scorned. He, who had failed.
Even now, he was sure there were still whispers echoing across the grounds of the celestial realm; a question still lingering of why he would choose to remain without his sight, without his eyes...
Was it because he didn't truly have the ability to restore himself to his "former glory"?
Was their new God choosing to remain purposefully ignorant?
Or was he simply trying to keep himself as familiar to them as possible, even at the price of his sight, to comfort them?
He'd heard a great many theories from the mouths of his siblings, some accusatory, some merely curious, some questioning his abilities to lead the forces of Heaven at all.
In truth, while he could deny most of those hypotheses, he could confirm none.
Not even he could truly pinpoint why he had not restored his sight, or even healed the remains of his charred and gouged eyes... it was merely intuition that led him to that decision; that, and he did not need his vision so desperately.
What he needed, what he relied on... was his heart.
And that very heart had led him to you.
He briefly inclined his head as leaves crunched behind him, his grip on the cane loosening somewhat while some very familiar footsteps came up to his side. A content sigh left your lips as he reached out, wrapping one arm snugly around your waist, tucking you into his side; safe and sound.
Warmth radiated from your very being, so divine that he could taste it; you may have been only human, but to him? You were starlight on Earth.
"Brooding again, Camael?" You teased softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw and nestling your head into the crook of his neck. He smiled briefly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as the distant storm seemed to recede.
"Not anymore."
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Emu sneaking over wasn’t that rare of an occurrence, even considering the distance between Miyamasuzaka Girls Academy and Kamiyama High School. She didn’t seem to care, even walking there was worth it to her.
It still baffled her group mates nonetheless, over and over they would tell her how she could get in trouble, how it could potentially get them in trouble, ( all except Rui, who found her feats of mischief to be quite humorous ).
Though, typically, she would sneak over during lunch hours, a time where she should be in class, but a time where her friends were out of theirs.
Not today, though.
It was P.E. and the friends had gotten there early. “These shoes,” Tsuaksa starts, walking in with them. “They always come untied! I think I need new laces…” He complains. Nene just looks over at him with an expression that reads ‘seriously?’
“Just get new ones.” She says, holding onto Rui’s sleeve subconsciously.
“Fair point, HOWEVER! These were on sale! Normally they’re very expensive, so I just had to get them!” He rebuttals.
“If you trip today I’m not helping you up.” Nene responds.
Rui seemed to be quiet, looking across the room. His head tilts ever so slightly.
“I think we have a guest!” He chimes in. Nene and Tsukasa both look over to the bleachers of the gymnasium..
“Shit-..” Nene muttered
“Hello~!” A familiar pink haired girl yells out loudly, standing beside the bleachers, waving her arms in the air frantically to get the attention of a group of students who she already had the attention of.
Tsukasa immediately reacts, while Nene tries to process the situation, Rui’s soft laughter hidden behind his hand.
Tsukasa ran over,
“Hi Tsukas-!” Emu tries to say again, but her mouth is immediately covered as she’s pulled under the bleachers, blocking out muffled yells.
Her face furrows together, but she doesn’t fight back all that much, just looking very dissatisfied that Tsukasa seemingly wasn’t as happy to see her as she was happy to see him. She pulls his hand down.
“Hey! What’s the big deal??” She complains in her high pitched voice.
“You can’t be here, Emu!” Tsukasa tries to explain in a whispered yell. “We’ve told you this, you’re going to get in trouble!”
“No I won’t! I haven’t gotten in trouble before!”
“Class starts in ten minutes, there’s going to be teachers here!”
That’s when Emu lets her shoulders drop, lip quivering, surrendering the argument. “I didn’t know! I just saw you guys walk into this building at this time last week and I thought I would surprise you! You don’t have to yell at me!”
Tsukasa could already see the tears forming in her eyes, and was met with instant regret. He didn’t mean to yell at her. He just didn’t want her to get in trouble.
“I know..” he said, starting to calm down and wipe some of her tears away with his thumb. “…I’m sorry for yelling at you. But you can’t be here.”
The two others snuck under the bleachers with them, Nene quickly seeing that Emu was crying. “How did you make her cry that fast??” She asks, slipping over to hold Emu’s shoulder protectively.
“I didn’t mean t-…it doesn’t matter! We need to get her out of here without a teacher seeing!” Tsukasa argued.
Rui spotted a teacher entering, as well as a few other students.
He stood in front of the three. He had his thinking face on.
“I have an idea, but I don’t think you’ll like it.” He said, eyeing Nene in particular.
Tsukasa knew that face as well as Nene did.
“What?” They said in unison.
“Robonene is still in the janitor's closet.” Rui mentioned.
“…..Robonene is still in the janitor's closet….” Nene realizes
“Robonene is in the janitor's closet??” Tsukasa asks frantically.
Rui stuffs his hand into his pocket, still thinking. “Emu is much too small to fit into Robonene, but we might be able to hide her behind it and walk her out the back,”
“Why is Robonene in the janitor's closet??” Tsukasa nearly shouts until Nene shushes him. “Rui was going to work on repairing it during lunch today.” She explained.
Emu just stood there, still holding Tsukasa’s hand and toying with his fingers to relieve a bit of stress.
Tsukasa shook his head, dismissing the explanation in favor of a solution. “Alright, we need to be smart about this. We need one person to go get Robonene, we need one person to distract the teacher, and we need one person to stay with Emu,”
He didn’t want to leave her here all alone.
“I’ll stay with her.” Nene volunteered, not wanting any role that involves potentially embarrassing herself.
“Then I’ll get Robonene.” Rui offered, leaving Tsukasa with the most difficult job. “You don’t mind distracting the teacher, right?” He gleamed, trying to hide the fact that he thought this entire situation was hilarious. “Think of it like an acting exercise! A superstar like you should be able to tackle this role no problem!”
“Sometimes I’m convinced you two are plotting my downfall.” He says to Nene and Rui as he begins to leave the bleachers. Yet, his hand is squeezed and pulled back a little.
“You can do it, Tsukasa!” She encouraged, leaning over and giving his cheek a tiny little kiss. “For good luck!”
He smiles, giving a confident nod in return as he slips out into the gymnasium.
—
After about ten more minutes, Tsukasa spots Rui at the entrance to the gymnasium with Robonene. He knew he had to make a distraction that wouldn’t just get the teachers attention, but the students as well.
It’s showtime.
“AGUUGUHH!” He yells out, aiming to break the sound barrier as he dramatically crumbles to the floor after running a few feet. “My foot! My shin! It’s broken!!”
Rui had never composed himself this much in his entire life, trying not to burst out laughing as he moved as quickly as he could to hide Robonene behind the bleachers.
The teacher and a crowd of other students obviously rushed over to Tsuaksa, who was moaning and groaning, writhing in absolute agony. “The pain! The unbearable pain!”
Nene and Emu couldn’t help but peek out, and even the stone hearted Nene found herself giggling at his performance as Rui snuck the robot over.
“We only have a few seconds, so we have to be fast,” he said, handing Nene the controller. She turned the robot on.
“Ready.” She confirms, then activating the robot to start walking
Emu made herself smaller as the robot started to walk towards the exit, hiding behind it and mimicking its steps until she was over by the door, opening it and letting herself and the robot outside.
She peeked in one more time though, waving to Nene and Rui as a goodbye, then glancing at Tsukasa, who was still putting on the performance of a lifetime.
She grinned as he sent over a wink, shutting the doors behind her.
Nene sat back with Rui under the bleachers as he sat beside her, sighing out and putting the controller down.
“Did you invite her?” She asks
“Why do you always assume the worst of me, of courseI didn’t~!” He responds playfully.
She rests her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes to the sounds of Tsukasa’s screams.
Just some fluffy headcanons of my interpretation of Kaito! I don't know who made these prompts so if you do, let me know so I can credit!
Content Warnings: None
Kaito ( Vocaloid/Project Sekai )
Word Count: 925
A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Kaito is a big fan of comfy dates, his love language is definitely physical touch and quality time, so things like walks or going to see a show.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Kaito admires kindness and sensibility, but also a good sense of humor ^^
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
Scarf! Big scarf to wrap someone up in and offer a little protection blanket.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
Honestly he’s not too concerned about the future, just the here and now :))
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
I’d say he’s pretty passive, he kinda just lets his S/O drag him around, and he’s just there to smile and nod.
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
Yes, you could spill ice cream on his scarf and he’d probably forgive you. He’s not really big on fighting, he’s better off at de-escalating situations and being “the adult in the room”, so to speak.
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
Yes, very grateful. He gets his S/O small gifts from time to time to remind them of how much he appreciates them -o-
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
There’s not much TO hide, but if there was a secret that would hurt his S/O he’d probably try to keep it.
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Kaito likes to experience and learn new things, so anything his partner introduces to him, he tries with a full heart :D
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
A little! He tries to keep it to himself as much as he can.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
He’s a quick learner, I’ll say that!
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
A way he would confess is getting a big bouquet of flowers with a little note, like with a little hand drawn heart. He’d stress so much about whether or not they’d like it.
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
Yes! Big marriage man! He’d do that thing several weeks before he actually proposes of doing fake out proposals to catch them off guard :D
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
Sweetheart, honey, beautiful/handsome <3
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
He’s a big blusher but he often ( unsuccessfully ) tries to over his face whenever that happens, like covering his mouth while he’s laughing to avoid it being seen.
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Yes, if he’s in love with someone, they are a frequent topic of conversation. He likes to hold their hand as well.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
As mentioned before, he can calm situations down very easily.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
He’d write them little songs to make them smile :)
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Y e s .
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
I love Kaito but he can be a little boring sometimes, he’s usually content with whatever his partner is doing.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Yes, very.
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
I think he puts being in a relationship pretty high on his priority list, with his performing job and his other friends/coworkers being a very close second!
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
When he’s performing, if he see’s his S/O he will be very obvious in his crowd interactions with them <3
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
I’d say he’s in the middle when it comes to affection! Big cuddler in private and in public he’s give little head kisses because he’s so tall.
Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
He would honestly make little gifts to give to them the next time he sees them, like little cards or tiny paper stars.
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
I’d say that he’s willing to go pretty far from where he’s able, as mentioned prior, he values his partner very much :))
“Is that really all you got?” - Connor DBH ( Requested by @ophidkane )
The revolution is at it's height, and Connor has Markus cornered; but Markus can see a humanity in the deviant hunter that he might not even know he has.
CW: Violence
Markus/Connor
Word Count: 641
“Is that really all you got?”
Connor took a step forward towards his rival as Markus stumbled back into the streets. The deviant hunter knew his objective; take Markus in, activated. Cyberlife wanted to study him, they wanted to know what made him deviate from his original programming. And if he had to be honest with himself, he was wondering so as well.
Why him?
Why a housemaid android designed to help an old, dying man?
Why was he the leader of this revolution?
Markus regained his footing, having already sent the orders to Jericho to get as far away from the area as possible. He knew Connor was after him, in particular. He saw that sheen over his artificial eyes, the one that told his prey that he was locked onto his target. Yet…he didn’t seem ready to kill.
“I think you overestimate me,” Markus bragged, quite humbly and sarcastically, with the understanding that this fight had gone on for quite some time, and if anything, Markus was only humoring it to buy his friends time to escape. He kept walking backwards, trying to lure Connor in the opposite direction of Jericho; keeping his people safe was all that mattered. If he had to die here, so be it.
Before Markus could quip again, his shirt collar was grabbed by the android hunting him down. There’s a split second in the encounter, where Markus sees that sheen over his eyes fade, Connor’s steadfast expression nearly falls.
What was that? Regret?
Markus notices that pause.
Unlike the others, he’s seen Connor hesitate on his actions up close and personal. He sees those glimpses of who Connor might be, who he has the potential to be…
If only he’d let himself be that man.
“You don’t want to do this, Connor.”
“I don’t want anything.”
“That’s a lie, and you know it-”
Markus grabbed Connor’s wrist, trying to get him to let go, feeling the grip loosen just a little bit. Connor was fighting something that Markus could never understand, and he knew that. Still, he took the opportunity that the window of potential regret opened and twisted Connor’s arm, finally getting away and getting the upper hand.
He could tell Connor was faltering. Maybe he’s thinking too hard, or maybe he’s not thinking at all, but Markus assumes it’s the former.
Markus finally gets a hold of his stance again, seeing Connor’s discarded gun that he disarmed from him earlier in their debacle. It appears Connor spots it at the same time as well.
In a chase, they both rush for it, Markus grabbing hold of it first, causing Connor to go on the defensive. That is, until Markus puts the barrel of the gun to his own chin.
This, needless to say, confused the hunter.
“Markus-..”
“You want me alive, right?” Markus stated, calling Connor’s bluff completely. “If I die here, you fail your mission. Someone new will just take my place.” His martyrdom showed through, just a little too much.
Connor was stuck in a loop of repeating code, one side telling him to ensure he delivered Markus fully functional and operating, yet the other telling him not to let Markus, who was already backing away at this point, escape.
Markus could tell he was buffering. He’d confused him. “We’ll see each other again, won’t we?” He asked.
Connor couldn’t do anything but stand there, trying to decide his way out of this. Trying to get out of this loop that he’s in. Walking backwards.
A sign to Markus; I’m letting you go.
Markus put the gun down.
Placing it on the pavement and kicking it over to Connor, eyes stern yet full of trust as he steps away and turns his back to walk off
Trusting that Connor wouldn’t take the opportunity to shoot him in the back.
|| New Objective || Connor x Chloe Post Revolution
After the revolution is won, Connor and his girlfriend, Chloe, had discussed the possibility of adopting a human child. Chloe really wants to be a mother but Connor is a little nervous considering his nature. On a windy day in autumn, Connor finally meets his daughter.
No Warnings
Chloe x Connor
Word Count: 924
Connor had never waited for something this intensely through his entire existence. It felt like time was ticking by slowly, seconds feeling like minutes, minutes feeling like hours and hours feeling like days. The environment of Lieutenant Anderson’s house helped calm him, but not by much.
He should’ve been happy; the revolution was won, he was free. Markus was out doing what needed to be done, ensuring not only that their kind wasn’t enslaved to humans, but that they had the same quality of life as them as well. This included marriage, but more importantly, adoption.
Chloe had spoken about wanting to be a mother since before he could remember. When he’d snuck out to see her, going up to her window past the DPD’s hours just to see her smile, to hear her talk about her dreams. She’d talk about how she would see families on the TV while Elijah was watching it…and how she wondered if she could do that someday.
Back then, he assumed he was investigating deviants, not falling in love.
Even when he deviated, becoming a father was not something he’d planned on doing. He’d never had a connection to parenthood, his only tie being that his partner had once been one. But seeing how Hank’ face shifted when he spoke about Cole, past the grief…he couldn’t help but wonder…
His thoughts were interrupted by Sumo barking softly, perching his paws up by the front door window to see a taxi stopping in front of the house.
Connor immediately looked up, his body tensing and his stress levels increasing.
“That must be your girl, Connor.” Hank echoed from the kitchen.
The androids eyes narrowed as he stood up from the couch, seeing a blonde figure walk up to the door carrying something in her left hand.
The door opened, the first thing Connor noticed was Chloe’s smile. She was glowing.
“Special delivery for the Andersons!” She exclaimed softly yet excitedly, as try not to wake the small human in the carrier. She closed the door behind her and moved over to the couch, setting the carrier down and sitting beside it.
Connor looked almost too shocked to move.
Was he scared of what was in that carrier?
Hank noticed this, getting up and standing by them to mostly make sure Connor was alright.
“Well? Are you gonna say hi or just stare at it?” He joked.
That appeared to snap Connor out of his staring fit. He couldn’t help it; overanalyzing a situation is what he was programmed to do, and it was official. That was definitely a human baby. Female, 48 hours old. Healthy, thankfully…
He knelt down in front of the couch, right by Chloe's legs to look the child over. It was sleeping, and as careful as he was being, a part of him feared waking her up.
“Hello, little one,” He spoke softly, under a whisper. Chloe smiled; seeing Connor this vulnerable was a rare sight. He was always on edge, especially after the revolution had been won, always fearful that Cyberlife was somehow watching them.
He slipped his finger into her little hand and the baby started to coo and whine, causing him to look up at Chloe for confirmation that what he was doing was correct. She just nodded and ruffled his hair a little. He was doing well considering how nervous he was.
Glancing back to the baby, he forced his voice to work again. “I’m Connor…” he introduced. Chloe laughed a little, knowing his discombobulation was probably getting in the way of his speech processors.
“Dad. You’re Dad.” She corrected him.
Connor nodded, as if that’s what he meant all along.
“Right. I’m dad.”
Neither of them were focusing on him, but Hank had this proud little smile on his lips. That changed when Connor looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed just slightly.
“You’re sure you’re alright with us using his room…?” he asked to confirm.
Hank shrugged then stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. “Nobody’s usin’ it now…and I think he’d want me to.” He said, in reference to his late son. It was a lot for him to finally let go of that room, being frozen in time for years…
Connor looked back at the baby, who had opened her eyes at this point.
“Hi…”
The little girl whined a little and Connor leaned back, taking his hand back as well. “Please don’t cry-..” he uttered, begging the baby.
Chloe smiled again, a laugh escaping. “She’s gonna cry, Connor, that’s just what babies do.”
Connor looked concerned.
“Did I hurt her?”
“No, Connor, you didn’t hurt her. I promise. She’s just confused because her world used to be very small..”
That was a big fear when Connor and Chloe were discussing adoption. Connor kept bringing it up, time after time; he was designed to kill. To hunt. He wasn’t like other androids who knew how to care for children, that simply wasn’t in his code, he said. He was terrified that he would accidentally crush such a precious creature without meaning to. Chloe reassured him that he wouldn’t hurt her, and that even though he wasn’t made for it, fathering would come easy to him. Besides…falling in love wasn’t in his program either, but that didn’t stop him before.
The hunter nodded, holding the baby's tiny hand again. She seemed to relax again and a sense of calm washed over him. He wouldn’t hurt her. He would never hurt her.
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