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[a-ghost-really]

Fuck it give Tim another sibling LETS GOOO

LETS GOO!!! I posted head canons so this going to be how found family Tim and reader met/reader backstory. Because why not. Sorry this took so long 😕. I swear I'll get better at this(I'm probably lying💪).ENJOY:)-🦝

No one believed you then, these people are not going to believe you now. You know nothing happen that night, nothing took her. She just left. You know this, so why are you here. Why are you going to give them a statement. Fine, give your statement, give them your Useless statement.

switch to reader 1 pov:

Fuck, why am I here? As much as I hate it, or whatever the voice is, is right. I'm just going mad; I can't be trusted. I should just turn around, skip my appointment and forget about her. She just left. I know that my mind is just tricking me.

Ding, oh shit oh shit oh shit. I walked in the door fuck I'm here now fu-

"Hello, welcome to Mangus Institute I'm Sasha. May I have your name and reason for your visit?"

"Uh, I have an appointment to give a statement at 1:00," Oh my God, I'm insane I shouldn't be here the is voice right. Why. Am. I. He-

"Your ID, please," she - Sasha - requests.

I fish it out of my wallet and slide it across the desk. She looks at it, then me, smiles, and hands it back. "Perfect, take a seat and someone will come get you when they're ready for your statement."

"Umm, okay. Thanks," I speed-walk over to the chair, and sit down.

This whole place is so grey and cold. I look around, and there are some faded posters on the wall. One catches my eye. Looking for interns, apply today for a chance at scholarships and a letter of recommendation. Maybe I'll apply; I want to go to college for history, but I can't afford it without a scholarship.

"Uh, yeah I'm here to give a statement," I confirm, and my voice comes out more unsure than I wanted it to.

"The internship is hard work, but the scholarship is actually pretty good," I jumped at the sudden noise and turned my head so fast it might fallen off.

There stood a man in a Hawaiian shirt, jeans, and a cocky smile. "I'm Tim, you must be the one o'clock, right?"

I slowly nodded, not sure what to totally make of the person in front of me.

"Fabulous! Follow me," he turned on his heel and started to walk off to a door, opening it into another grey hallway waiting for me to enter.

I hesitated as I entered, glancing around to make sure everything was normal before entering.

"Now, usually the head archivist handles statements, but he's out sick today so I'm handling it."

"Oh, um, okay," I said as led me to a new room and pulled out a chair for me, and sat down across from me.

He put a tape recorder in the middle of the table.

"Our head archivist likes having everything recorded on these. So whenever you're ready I will introduce and you will give your statement," he said, waving a hand over the tape recorder.

I stiffly nodded, he started the recording and gave the introduction. I clenched my fist around the fabric of my pants and took a deep breath.

"You should leave. They have other things to worry about, you are just insane," the voice again.

It's not wrong, this is crazy! I shook my head. I shouldn't be doing this-

"Oh! Yeah, sorry," I mumbled quickly, and Tim gestured to take a deep breath.

"Hey, this when you start," Tim softly coaxed, but it still startled me.

I looked at him for second before shaking my head quickly.

"It happened about 2 years ago now," I begin, then I suddenly feel... almost compelled to continue. "I was thirteen at the time. Halloween was coming up, so my mum went to Davidson's pumpkin patch. Halloween was her favorite holiday so every year she went all out. Elaborate costumes and jack-o'-lanterns, turning our house into a haunted house, with king-size candy bars. Those kinds of things. Well, part of those activities was that she took me to the pumpkin patch every year for the haunted corn maze. We liked to time ourselves to see how fast we could do it, and to see if we got faster each year. Usually, they were fun and at least a little bit of a challenge. But that year it seemed... duller. The decorations were shit, quite frankly, and the maze was just so easy. It was just really disappointing - we finished the maze within ten minutes. Then my mum took me to the drink station to cheer me up. It was just in a barn-like thing, they had apple cider, hot chocolate, and pumpkin spice galore - they also had a topping station. As we were walking away, we saw this dude with a weird costume. Like he made his arms and legs too long, and his smile too big. It was just really good special effects makeup, I think. But he was standing in front of a... yellow door. He called out to us.

"That is because there are two mazes this year. One for kids, and one for older people" he answered, I don't know what it was but something was so off with him. I don't know if it was his face or stance or what. Whatever it was Mom didn't seem to notice she just kept talking to him like it was nothing.

"He told us he saw us exit the corn maze, and that he noticed the mazes were less interesting this year. My mom agreed, and he told us the mazes were targeted more towards kids this year,

"Oh! Really, do you know where the other maze is? I didn't see one around" Somehow his smile widened and step aside and opened the door behind him.

"right through here" we looked in. It looked weird, but my mom didn't notice. She was distracted by the decorations and the people walking around. I have to admit it looked cool and so real.

"OH MY GOD! That is so cool! Oh, sweetheart do want to do this one?" my mom might as well have squealed, she grabbed my hands, and her eyes just lit up. I really didn't want to it felt so off. But I just thought it was just my mind playing with me and she was so excited. I couldn't say no to her so, plastered a smile on my face and nodded excitedly. "Great! How much is entry?"

"Not even a single penny. Just enjoy yourself" My mom squeezed my hand walks through the door. I wanted to run, but something felt off. It couldn't be right, but she pulled me through. The moment we stepped through every cell in my body screamed for me to run. The people around us looked wrong like they were melting, the grass clung to our shoes with every step. Everything looked right but it was wrong and I couldn't tell why.

"Mom, I'm sorry I can't do this. Something is wrong here." it turned to exit but the door was gone. There was nothing there, not even the farm. My mom tightened her grip around and looked at her, she was pale.

"Sweetheart? Where is the door?" her voice shook. she was scared , my mother was scared.

I-I don't know, it was just there." I looked back at the corn maze and people were staring at us. Their smiles had grown, I looked behind me again and suddenly there were people there, approaching us. So I did the only reasonable thing I could think of. I held tight on my mother's hand and ran into the corn maze. It was the only place we could run and I didn't know what else to do.

As we ran that thing gave chase. The corn seemed to grab at us every time we got close and I could hear them running behind us. We couldn't stop if stopped we would have died. I think we only runny for 20 minutes before it happened, my mom got too close to corn and got pulled down letting go of my hand in the process. I went to help her I swear but by the time I turned around, they had her. They were tearing her up but she was still alive! She looked me and the eye and told me to run, run for my life, run to make it out.

I didn't know what to do so I ran and ran. I don't know how long I ran for could have been an hour or day or more. I don't know. All I knew eventually I found the exit to the maze and there it was a door on the farm wall. I have never run so fast in my life, everything burned so loud. The grass grabbed my foot and fell to the ground. I thought for sure that I would die they were right behind me. I felt one grab my leg and dig its fingers into my skin i felt blood so turned around and kicked it in the head.

For some strange reason it worked, it reeled back giving me just enough time to run through the door. I burst through and fell to the ground. But it was the farm... it was my room in my house. I thought it might have been a strange nightmare so I went to look for my mom."Mom! Mom are you here!" no one answered. So I called her, but she didn't pick up, so I called her friends no one saw her. I ended up reporting to the police and 2 years later nothing. There is no sign of her she just disappeared. That's everything, end of statement.

By the time finished giving my statement my body was shaking and I was almost in tears. " I know I'm probably just crazy but.." I couldn't hold back anymore I just balled, "Sorry, I'm so sorry"

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"shh, no it okay everything it okay" Tim crossed around the table and pulled up a chair he sat there rubbing my back as cried." it is okay you are okay. I promise you, you are not crazy. Things like this do happen and I'm so sorry this happened to you." he wraps his arms around me just held me as I cry and cry. Tim is the first person to say I'm not the first person to believe me. I didn't know much I needed that til that moment.

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OHMY GOSH WAIT HI! can i request one with tim stoker as an older brother to the reader? preferably found family and the reader being in their teens! for no reason at all. sweats /silly

Thanks for the request I will do my best to keep in character 🫡 and sorry this took so longl-🦝

You practically live at the archives and if you aren't there you are at Tim's.

You can't actually leave you signed up to be a intern after giving your statement and now we're stuck.

You and Tim basically immediately fell into a routine (ish) together

You didn't really have anyone you could relay on. He didn't like that a teenager was working at Magnus archives, but there wasn't much he could do other than watch over you.

Anytime there is something he finds really interesting, even if it's not related to a statement he immediately info dumps to you.

You now know a lot about older TV shows (like 90s to early 2000s).)

He and Sasha eat lunch with you at least 70% of time.

He has firm rule about no statement talk outside of work and that includes lunch.

like screams like banshee if you even think about bringing up anything about the statement

Friday is always movie night, no expectations

You guys made a playlist together.

It has very different kind of songs on it.

I'm talking Billie Eilish's what was I made for one song than the l mighty morphine power rangers theme.

He truly cares for you and you care about him.

He has made your life so much better and you don't know what you would do without him

[a-ghost-really]

hello! I was wondering if I could request some general romantic headcanons of Martin Blackwood x reader? Specifically a reader who likes to draw and paint, if that's alright

Thank you so much!!!

Of course! Thank you for the request, sorry it took me so long to get to this.-🐀

Martin would be SO supportive of you and your art

Especially since he's technically an artist himself, with his poetry

He wouldn't outright ask you to show him your art, but he'd just look at you with this hopeful look on his face whenever you're talking about it

If you like to draw/paint outside he'd go sit with you! he might even try painting with you

then promptly decide that writing is much more his strong suit

if you ever drew him he would FREAK OUT

he'd be attached to you for the rest of the day

he'd frame the drawing and put it in his room or on his desk in the Archives :)

if you ever started talking about technical drawing stuff (anything remotely more complicated than basic colour theory) he would be SO confused

he would have no idea what you're talking about, but he'd still listen and nod along

I don't have anything else to add, sorry this is so short :( I hope you enjoy it anyway.

[a-ghost-really]

If it’s also the, may I request something with Jonathan Sims where he has a younger sibling? Maybe teenage years?

Thanks for the request!! So with this one it will be set throughout each of the seasons and be mostly about how their relationship evolves. Since Jon's parents are dead, his younger sibling will be living with him since he is legal adult and they are around 16. I'll try to keep him as in character but he might be little ooc. Also reference college band au and his younger sibling likes angry girl music. Enjoy!!! -🦝

note: this was written by the other owner of the account. Editor (hi -🐀) got lazy and stopped editing halfway through. sorry

Season 1-Readers POV:

Jon told me he got moved to the Archives earlier today! So I've been preparing; I got his favorite takeout and some movies to watch. I waited quietly by the door with a party popper in my hand. I hear the floor outside the door creak and see the doorknob turn.

"Congratulations!" I exclaim as Jon walks through the door, pulling the string on the party popper and throwing my arms around him as confetti falls though the air.

Jon rolls his eyes, "I shouldn't have told you before I got home," He grumbles, then pats my back as a sign to let go.

I take a step back and smile at him.

"Welp, it's too late to regret that now," I smile proudly. "Now, there's takeout on kitchen counter and plethora of DVDs in living room. So get food and pick a movie while I clean this up."

"Okay, okay," he says simply and heads towards the . I get broom and clean up the colorful confetti before getting my own food and joining Jon in living room for the movie.

I flop down on the couch with my food as Jon is on floor looking though the DVDs.

"Alrighty, what are we watching tonight?" I asked happily.

"Well, since the only genre of movie you rented is 'chic flicks'," he sends a joking glare towards me as my laugh tumbles from my lips. "Our choices are either legally blonde or 10 things i hate about you."

"Ooh, we watched 10 things I hate about you last week, we can watch legally blond!" I answer excitedly, and Jon nods and stands up to put the DVD in the player.

"Legally blonde it is."

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Season 2 - Jon's pov:

I know I shouldn't have left Georgie's in the first place. But I owed them some sort of apology for all of this. I gripped the plastic bag in my hand, my younger sibling's favourite candy and drink contained inside. As I finally reached Georgie's door I took a look around before slowly opening the door and stepping inside.

My ears are immediately greeted with Bad Reputation by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts blaring full-volume. I nearly jump out of my skin, whipping around to figure out where the sound was coming from, only to see my sibling singing into a broom like it's a microphone and dancing around the kitchen. I lean against the door and put my hand to my chest, taking a deep breath to steady myself.

They hadn't heard me come in yet, and if the noise I hear coming from their speaker was any indication, they probably aren't able to hear anything at the moment. I sighed and looked at the Admiral, who was sitting on back of couch and enjoying the show.

The sight of them like this lightens my mood by a fraction. I still felt bad for uprooting their life and having them hide in my ex's house, but I couldn't risk putting them in the hands of somebody else. I had to take care of them.

I straightened myself out and walked further into the house. I walked over to couch, crossed my arms, and waited. They turned around and screamed.

"Jesus, Jon! You scared me," they complained, trying to catch their breath.

"Turn down the volume. How many times do I have to tell you, you're going to burst your ear drums," I sighed.

"Whatever you say, Dad," they mock me as they turn down the volume and pause the song. I roll my eyes "what are a starting band in here or something?" I ask jokingly.

"You would think that, Mr. Jonny D'Ville," they smirked.

"How do you know about that?"

"Oh, there is a very interesting box in the attic with some photos and CDs from your college days," they were smiling ear to ear.

I looked over to the hallway door and booked it to get rid of the evidence.

"Don't you dare, you rat!" They yelled and chased after me.

I wasn't able to get to attic before they tackled me. They are now eating their candy and playing a recording of a concert I did back college. I am suffering.

EXTRA:

Reader: Supplemental! My brother is weirdo.

Jon: ...Don't.

[Reader snickers.]

Reader: Supplemental, Jonathan Sims looks like a cat.

Jon: I swear, if you don't put that down I will hit you with a pillow.

[A pause.]

Reader: Supplemental, Jonathan Sims has threaten me with his noodle arm.

[Jon quickly walks closer to the recorder.]

Reader: Supplemental, Jonathan Sims is trying to kill me.

[Recorder falls.]

Reader: Jon! Jon, no!

[Running, followed by a thump on ground.]

[Reader bursts out laughing.]

Reader: Jon, stop! Don't hit me with pillow. Georgie, save me!

Jon: No one can save you now!

Season 3: Reader's POV

I was walking back to Georgie's. I had gone to the gas station and gotten some snacks for all of us. Jon seems to be feeling better these days. I'm glad, I turned the corner on Georgie's street when I saw it. The door was open, I didn't even realize I drop the bag all I could feel was panic. I ran though the door yelled for Jon.

"Jon! Jon, are you here?" Nothing.

I fumbled with my phone trying to find Martin number. Jesus, where was is it come on. Finally I found it clicked the phone icon. It rang ...and rang ...and ra- "hello?". ' Martin do you know where Jon is?" " What?" " I just got back from the gas station and Jon is not here. Where is he". I had started pacing I needed to know my brother was safe. " Hold up coming over I'll let the boss know. We will find him" with that he hung up I was alone. I hate being alone.

.....

It has been a day, they didn't know where he was and they keep talking about something called avatars. I don't understand but I do know there here and not looking for my brother. Why won't anybody look for him!

.....

They found him... he looks shaken ... He seems off ... But he is here ..he is alive... I can hear his heart beat, I can feel his arms around me ...he is alive.. he came back.

I don't know how long I was crying, how long I was standing there in my brother's arms but he didn't pat my back so I cling on. "Shhhh, I'm okay, I'm okay" he chanted in my ear. I pulled back and wiped my eyes. "Come on wanna watch the princess bride'' he asked and all I could do his nod. We were back at Georgie's... for now at least he put on princess bride and I slowly fell asleep. He was back and that all that mattered.

Season 4: Reader POV

Why does he keep doing this! Coma, coffin, ALASKA for gods sake and he never tells me. I always hear it from Martin, Melanie, Basira for goodness sake. But never my own brother he just leaves me.

...

It's been awhile since I contacted any of my friends. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't know why... I miss them ... Why can't I call them.. im so tired...

...

After Jon's kidnapping, Martin message me at least once a day and kept me up to date on things. I saw him in hospital when Jon was in coma. We would talk we both missed him we both loved him. But I haven't heard from him awhile he stop I don't know. I feel so alone. I know people are out there but I can't reach them. I think that makes it worse.

...

Jon been around more but I can tell he is keeping something from me. He always sounds sad and paranoid. Why is he acting like this?

...

Jon fell asleep on the couch, he hasn't slept in while. He is a talking in sleep something about saving Martin. Is Martin okay?

...

Basira came by today she was angry, she drop off a tape and left....Jon's been 'feeding off people's trauma' apparently. What the hell is going on. Martin is okay, I guess or at least he seams okay.

...

He is leaving me again! For Scotland! With Martin! He says I have to stay here! What is his problem!? Why!? Why is leaving me ?! I don't want to be alone! WHY!? Why!? Why? Why... Why does he leave me?...I'm alone they're out there...but I can't be with them... It does make it worse...I just wanna cry ...I'm scared... I..I

Season 5: Reader's POV :

The world is disarray, it a literal apocalypse... I hate it..but I'm powerful.

It is a quiet neighborhood perfect houses, perfect yards, perfect roads, perfect neighborhoods. Venessa is home alone but it's been days. She hears them, her family. She even seem them outside but every time she goes out there is nobody. There is never anybody. No friends, no family, no neighbors nobody is here.

It like that for all of them glimpse and whispers just enough to know there is somebody but they can never reach them. They are afraid, their fear makes me feel powerful. I hate it.

...

I see him I know it's him. It been to long for it be fake. He coming this way. He is covered eyes and looks stuffy but it is here, right?. I can't move what if not him. What if I'm really just alone. Why if- I feel him he is hugging me he is cold. I hear him his voice is soft. He was here,Jon was here.

I look over shoulder when we pulled apart. I see Martian he's roughed up, but it still looks like him a little different but him. "Hey" I feel nervous and relief. "Hey" Martin answers, Jon just smiles at me. "Do you guys know what happened?" They side eye each other, Martin glances at me and nodes his head towards me. "What's up to with you two?".

Jon sighs and takes a step closer.

"I'm-" he takes a deep breath "it's my fault"

A pause.

"Hey Jon, quick thing that's not an answer"

"Excuse me?"

"You're excuses, but really you going all ' it's my fault, I'm a shitty person, blaah' doesn't tell me what happened"

I hear Martin snicker and glares at him

"well there not wrong, Jon." Jon groaned and ran his hands down his face. " Elias tricked me into bringing all the fear entities into the world so they can cause and feed on all the fear".

" Okay, follow up question, why do I not feel soul and mind crushing fear"

"cause though me you have a connection to the eye. So instead of being terrorized, you feed off of the fear of the people in your territory"

"who?"

"The people in town "

"Oh, okay."

"I don't like it Jon."

"...I know."

"it feels wrong."

"I know."

"They're suffering and I'm benefiting form it."

"Yeah."

"I hate it."

"I know." He sighs. "I know... and I'm sorry."

I look up to him.

"I know you are," I softly reply.

"You're going to leave?" I ask; it been clawing at the back of mind since he got here.

"Yes."

"Can I come with?"

"No, you're safer here."

My heart stopped. He was going to leave me. Again.

"You're going to leave me here?"

"Yes."

No, no, no, no-- he couldn't.

"...No, please don't me here."

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't leave me!" My heart was going to beat out of my chest-- he wouldn't leave me here. "Not again, take me with you."

"No, you're safer here."

"Jon, just think-"

"No, Martin, they're my younger sibling, and I'm not putting them in harms way."

"Jon!" I yelled.

I needed him to take me with. I was so scared to be left alone again.

"No!" he yelled at me- he never yells at me. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry, but I cannot and will not put you in danger."

I just stared at him, betrayed. He is leaving me again. I tore my eyes away from him and looked at the ground. My eyes filled with tears and body shook. Jon wrapped his arms around me.

"Please Jon, don't leave me alone."

"I can't, I'm sorry."

"You have to leave now?" I asked, hoping he would say no.

"Yes."

Wishes never did come true, did they?

I sighed and pulled away, then whispered, "Promise you will come back for me?"

"I promise."

I sighed and nodded.

"Okay, well see you later then."

"I'm sorry, see you later" with that he states to walk away with one last look and wave from Martin. they where gone. I'm fully alone my brother was gone I'm scared.

...

I woke up they world was back to normal-ish some thing changed but it wasn't apocalypse anymore. I got up with a jump and ran down the street I had to find him. I took a bit but I found Georgie by the old Magnus building it was in ruins tho. " Georgie!" She looked back and saw me

"Hey!" She opened her arms and gave me hug. I was so happy to see her.

" Hey! Oh my God how are you?"

She laughed "I've been better but I'm alive ".

I laughed with her "yeah, I guess have you seen Jon?". Her face became one full sorrow " Georgie? Where is Jon?" She looked at Basira and Melanie. Melanie shift form foot to foot and Basira shook her head. "Georgie, what happened to him?"

"I'm so sorry" she said

"Georgie, no please no"

"he didn't make it"

" No,no,no,no, this can't be happening". My breath quicken. I searched for him he couldn't have... "No,no,no,no. He promised!". He's not he couldn't be

"hey, take a deep breath it will be okay" Georgie put her hand on my shoulder. No,no it wouldn't not if he's .... I pulled harshly away from her falling on the ground. I didn't even feel the gravel under me as I got up and ran away. It couldn't be true it just couldn't be.

I ran for what felt like forever, I ran till couldn't anymore. I turn into a ally and slide down wall curling into myself. It couldn't be true it-he promised he-. But he wasn't here and I was alone. I did only thing I could do and cried and cried. He was gone, my last bit of family was gone. why? Why? WHY?. WHY DID HE LEAVE ME? why did he leave me alone.

I hope you enjoyed

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[a-ghost-really]

Can I request platonic headcnaons with Jon? Maybe during season two where he’s becoming increasingly distrustful of his colleagues and gotten paranoia to the point of stalking them to their homes. While people like Tim and Martin (and NotSasha) have been distancing themselves from him and becomes uncomfortable when he’s near (and for good reason too lol), reader is the only one who’s actively showing a lot of patience towards Jon even if he’s stalking them at their home, and wants to do everything in their power to give Jon some relief in having a friend and just bring there to him? Jon is their friend and it’s hurt them seeing him spiral )):

Thank you for the request!

I hope I interpreted this correctly :)

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If you're close enough with Jon that you're not super freaked out by his behaviour, I think you would've known him even longer than the others have.

Like, you met in college and stayed close friends ever since then

By now, Jon has been spiraling for a while, and the others are already wary of/angry with him.

But you're more concerned than upset, and you're less focused on trying to correct what's happening than you are on trying to help him work through everything that's happened recently.

He wouldn't be very receptive to direct questions or help, though.

If you tried to ask him how he was doing, if he needed any help or someone to talk to, he'd avoid the question and make an excuse to leave.

You'd have to be more subtle and indirect about how you help him -- like organizing his desk or bringing him tea when he's working late

(Totally not sleepy-time tea to try and trick him into going home because he's tired... no way...)

The obvious and rational conclusion he comes to is that you're trying to kill him. Obviously.

So, he starts to watch you more closely.

He's not exactly stealthy, so it doesn't take long for you to catch him "sneaking" around outside your house one night after work.

Instead of treating this like you would if it were anyone else, you step outside and inform him that you know he's there.

You invite him inside (with the slight threat of calling the police if he doesn't), and convince him to sit down and let you get him something to eat and/or drink.

You're more patient with him than most of the other Archive staff are (maybe even Martin)

He's still suspicious of you at first, but you manage to get him to at least drink some water.

And talk.

By the end of the conversation, you've successfully convinced him that you're not going to kill him, and that he can come talk to you when things get this bad.

He begrudgingly accepts this fact, and seems to calm down progressively as you talk.

He's still not convinced that there isn't someone out to get him, but he knows it isn't you.

After this, he's less avoidant of your questions and support, and occasionally you can get him to take a break and have a movie night :)

He still isn't super open about everything, but you help make things less overwhelming for him.

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I was wondering if I could request michael dating hcs where reader and Michael have been dating pre distortion but then he dies or whatever and is the distortion now and comes back to them

Of course! Sorry for the late response.

Thank you for the request :)

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I think pre-distortion Michael would be incredibly sweet towards you.

Like, worships the ground you walk on kind of sweet.

If you work at the Institute, especially if you work in the Archives, he'd check up on you whenever he gets the chance :)

He'd bring you tea and make sure you're doing well

Even if you don't work at the Institute, he'd be the kind of person to double-check that you're doing okay when he gets the chance to see you.

He would show his love for you mostly through words (though it might take him a couple tries) and through things like holding your hand or leaning on you when you're sitting together

He'd be less outright, less like he needs you to know that he loves you, and more like he trusts that you already do

I don't think he'd tell you about going to Sannikov Land with Gertrude before he left, if you didn't work in the Archives

I think he'd do his best generally to keep you out of the things that happen there

Once the Spiral takes over, I think it'd wait to come back to you

He would eventually, but it wouldn't be right away

Distortion Michael doesn't like to be viewed as human in general, so I don't think that would be any different with you

I think he'd still appear to you as "human" at first -- it plays this off as a tactic to get closer to you and allow the Spiral to consume you, but it's really just because Michael's pre-distortion emotions still interfere

You'd notice small things, like how it's hands feel... strange. And how he rarely lets you touch him.

If you work at the Archives, it probably wouldn't take long to connect the dots

He took a mysterious trip with Gertrude, disappeared, and came back acting weird -- in that line of work, it's not that difficult to realise what's going on.

If you react well (as in you don't immediately try to kill him) he'll stop disguising himself as human around you

It's not like he enjoys it anyway

I think the main difference in how he treats you would be that he's much more obvious about letting you know that he loves you, like he's trying to convince you

Like telling you he loves you more often than is needed, making a point of keeping physical contact whenever he can, etc.

He still wouldn't tell you exactly what happened at Sannikov Land

Either he flat-out wouldn't tell you anything, or he would, but he'd change little details about the story each time, just enough that things don't add up

Otherwise he'd still generally act with you like he did before; just more cryptic, and less head-over-heels devoted

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Top ten on the list of reasons why I have around 25 work in progress fics and haven’t posted any of them: I have to know absolutely EVERYTHING about EVERY discussed topic before posting, because past contextual inaccuracies in my fics still keep me awake at night…

[a-ghost-really]

Bucky & Bruce platonic x reader headcanons :)

Fandom: Marvel

Character(s): Bucky Barnes and Bruce Banner (separate)

Request?: no, the trope wheel decided my fate

Summary: found family! gn!teen!reader, reader is part of the Avengers but background and powers (or lack thereof) are ambiguous.

Other notes: again, OOC. :/ entirely self-indulgent. We're bringing back 2018 Marvel fandom babeyyyy

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Bucky Barnes:

I personally choose to believe that the Avengers are already found family

So when you join, it kinda feels like being at someone else's family gathering

Most of the Avengers know what it's like to feel alone, though, so that feeling doesn't last long :)

Bucky specifically wouldn't be super obvious about basically adopting you, but he'd show that he's there for you in small ways

Like checking on you after missions

Or making sure you've eaten/slept enough

Especially if you're more the anxious type

He was trained to be hypervigilant and very aware of things going on around him, so he notices if something's up

Like if you're having a hard time at a public event or just generally seem uneasy he'd do what he can to get you out of the situation (without making it obvious)

If you're sitting alone in a common area at the tower/compound he'd sit with you :)

Especially after you've been part of the Avengers for a while and you know him better

Most of your time with him would be just existing in the same space, not talking (or him letting you talk)

I don't think he'd like the idea of a teenager being part of the Avengers to begin with, so he does his best to keep you safe/make sure you're not alone :)

Bruce Banner:

I think he's similar to Bucky in the way that he wouldn't be super thrilled about having a teenager on the team

He sees it as child endangerment (because it is)

So he does his best to keep you away from the more dangerous missions

He would help you with homework :)

I think (as long as you're Calm and Collected) he'd show you things he's working on

He'd be much more obvious about the fact that he's basically adopted you

If you ever snuck out of the tower/compound he'd definitely be waiting for you in a common area so he could do the "So where have you been?" thing

Turning to face you in a spinny chair and all

When he's not busy I think he'd take you to museums and aquariums, those sorts of things :) he'd want to make sure you have an actual childhood outside of the Avengers

He's not very keen on going to public events himself, so if you got overwhelmed or otherwise uneasy during a gala or anything he'd totally understand and remove you from the situation

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Sasha James w/ a sick reader headcanons

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Character(s): Sasha James

Request?: no

Summary: gn!reader. self-explanatory, Sasha with a sick reader :) set season 1

Other notes: probably OOC again :/

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You went into work clearly sick

Sasha obviously noticed, and did not approve of your decision to come in

She is NOT quiet about it

She's caring in that straightforward kinda way

Like she makes sure you're okay, but will call you out on your bullshit

She insists you go home, tells you that she doesn't "care what Jon or Elias say, you need rest."

She stays at the Archives, but texts you during breaks (definitely just during breaks) to check up on you and make sure you aren't dead

Once she gets off work, though, she visits you

If you aren't already, she makes sure you're in bed and have a cup of tea or something to eat :)

If you're stubborn, though, she will NOT be having it

She forces you to lay down and rest by means of lecturing you on the dangers of not doing so

She stays with you and watches movies with you :) partially for emotional support, partially to keep an eye on you

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Jonathan sims with an insomniac reader scenario :)

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Character(s): Jonathan Sims

Request?: Requested by a friend :)

Summary: pretty straightforward. Romantic (established relationship) oneshot of Jon with an insomniac gn!reader, SFW. Set sometime in worm era before the Prentiss attack. Reader could work at the archives, but it's not really specified. 838 words.

Other notes: OOC :/ this kinda ended up more as Jon-focused rather than the reader - sorry. also, I'm not super experienced with writing, so the quality probably sucks. Any (constructive) criticism is welcome (and probably needed, tbh).

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It feels like I've been trying to fall asleep for hours. I'm staring at the wall, like I have been for God knows how long, before deciding to look over at the clock, just to see how long I've been laying here. It's nearly three o'clock in the morning already, I note - I have been laying here for literal hours.

Sighing, I turn over towards Jon's side of the bed. To my dismay, I find it empty. Again. Not that it surprises me, though; it's common for him to work late, just like it is for me to do the same. I assume he's still at the Institute, probably continuing to sort though the absolute wreck of an archive Gertrude left him. I decide to let it go for now. There's not much I can do if he's not home.

I sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and attempting to gather up the energy to stand and get to the kitchen. I manage to do so after a moment, pushing myself up to my feet and venturing out into the main area of the flat, making my main goal to get some water and then go lay back down. The normal routine.

As I make my way to the kitchen, I notice a... whirring sound. Like a tape recorder. I turn the corner into the kitchen - a little cautiously - only to see that the sound was, in fact, a tape recorder. On top of that, Jon is sitting at the kitchen table, staring tiredly at a statement. At three in the morning. Off the clock. Again.

I take another step forward to investigate the situation - but a floorboard creaks louder than expected, startling Jon out of his stupor.

"Who's there?" He asks, trying to sound threatening.

"It's just me, Jon," I sigh, walking over to where he's sitting and leaning over the back of his chair to look at the statement he's reading.

"Oh."

There's a short pause, like he's buffering, before he half-turns to look at me.

"Why are you awake?" He inquires. "It's late."

"I can't sleep. Why are you awake?"

"I'm working."

Another pause.

"Jon. I love you, but it's three in the morning," I tell him, trying my best to sound stern. "You're off the clock. Turn the recorder off and go to sleep."

"But I-"

"Nope," I interject. "No. You need sleep."

He makes an incredulous sound as I reach over him and pick up the small stack of statements and tape recorder he had on the table. I make direct eye contact as I turn the ?recorder off, then hold the confiscated items out of his reach. If he's going to be difficult, then so will I.

"There. They're not a problem anymore."

"Give it back," Jon sighs, reaching for the statements, though it's visible how much effort it takes him just to complete that small action.

I'm almost positive that he won't be able to get to the items in the state he's in, but I swiftly move them further out of his reach anyway. "Go to bed, Jon," I reiterate firmly.

"I need to finish those."

"Off the clock? Are you getting paid right now? No."

Jon doesn't seem to have an argument against that. I take the opportunity to reach up further and place the statements on top of the cabinets, ensuring that he can't get to them. At least for a while. He looks for a moment like he's about to protest, but his current lack of energy shuts that down quick.

"Why are you up?" He inquires, sounding a mix of annoyed and concerned.

"Just can't sleep," I shrug. "It doesn't help that you're not in bed either."

There's a beat of silence, before he sighs, a defeated look on his face.

"If I come with you, will you go to sleep?" He offers.

"I'll try. But only if you do, too."

"...fine."

With that, I gesture for him to follow me, and start heading back to the bedroom. I can hear his footsteps behind me - I can hear the way he's dragging his feet, weighed down by the stress of work. I don't blame him, what with the worms situation at the Institute. I won't pretend that the situation isn't freaking me out too.

As I sit down, I look over at Jon. He pauses at the doorway for a moment, like he's considering whether or not to actually go through with this, but he sighs and walks in as I pat the spot next to me.

He sits down next to me, pauses, then reaches over and pulls me so we're laying down, facing each other. I take the hint and wrap my arms around him. It's not long before I hear the change in his breathing, and I can tell he's asleep already. It's a while longer until I drift off, but I'm happy with the knowledge that Jon's there with me, getting the rest he needs as well.

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Intro!! :)

Hello! I got bored and decided to make a blog for x reader fanfics.

This blog is run by two people (Rat [Me] and Raccoon [my friend]), and generally the goal is to fix the depressing lack of inclusive x readers on this hellsite. All fics will be gender neutral unless otherwise requested.

FANDOMS:

The Magnus Archives (this will most likely be the main fandom)

PJO

DC

Marvel

Aurora Cycle

CHARACTERS (guaranteed we'll write for):

TMA:

Jonathan Sims :)

Martin Blackwood

Timothy Stoker

Sasha James

Gerry Keay

Michael (pre-distortion and distortion)

Elias Bouchard .......

Melanie King

PJO:

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Leo Valdez

Jason Grace

Piper McLean

Frank Zhang

Hazel Levesque

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Richard Grayson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Stephanie Brown

Cassandra Cain

Kyle Rayner

Kon-el Kent

Kaldur'ahm

Barbara Gordon

Marvel:

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff (!!!)

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Carol Danvers

Wanda Maximoff

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Aurora Cycle:

anyone in squad 312 PLEAS PLE{LPASPEL ASIOFHKSLDKFhj (im so normal trust)

(More may be added, but this is all for now. Also, you can request other characters from these fandoms, but these are the guaranteed ones.)

GENERAL RULES:

Nothing illegal (pedophilia, incest, etc. obvious stuff)

No straight-up smut

No overly heavy mental health topics (suicide, self-harm, etc.)

ALSO: PLEASE REQUEST PLATONIC!!! I'll write for romantic too, but there's barely any platonic fics on here and it hurts my soul.