#Madness Combat reader insert

[imjustheremam]

HANK J. WIMBLETON

Platonic/Romantic Headcanons

Warning: this for not for kids also there will be some spoilers, if you don't like my headcanons please don't complain, also their will be some spoilers at the end.

Platonic

Hank J. Wimbleton, we all know who this grunt is, the best mercenary, assassin, and cold-blooded criminal of Nevada.

Hank is somewhere in his 30s or 40s maybe in his 50s

Hank is no joke, so meeting him will either be your demise, or give you trauma.

But you were lucky to be hired by 2bdamned (aka S.Q), which means Hank WILL have to tolerate you despite he doesn't want to. (this is my headcanon of reader)

Hank isn't the type to befriend since he only cares about missions and killing for his pleasure.

But you somehow befriending HIM the dangerous grunt in Nevada!! You basically made everyone at the S.Q fear for your safety, but hey i won't argue.

If your younger than him like 19 or lower Prepare to be grandchild because he's going to be your GRANDPA, like almost any other grandpa he takes the lead and will kinda protect or train you if your a rookie.

Even if your a medic your going out on missions since that's the reason why 2bdamned recruited you, your the supporter of the team, so Hank is going have to deal with you healing him and the others on missions.(Also Skinner will be teaching you when you get back)

Now if your older like 20 or above, Hank will treat you like Deimos and Sanford, but since you befriended him, he will treat you kindly but still be rude as always.

Hank will still act like a grandpa but if your like more older than the others he will treat you like 2bdamned only you might annoy him a little...

Even if your younger or older, hank will refuse to listen or let you treat his injuries...

But hank will help you on missions and might actually let you be his partner in crime

Now if you were just an average grunt he would've killed you unless you helped him or gave him supplies and BAM you got 1% of his trust, so good luck gaining his trust...

ROMANTIC

Now Hank isn't the type to fall in love or be romantic but hey, we're all simps let's do this.

Ok so Hank is the type of lover to take things slow because he's never been a relationship, he also isn’t much into affectionate things, so don't get too ahead.

So give him sometime, he still new to this. And when he finally gets comfortable, you then can show him your love but teach him please, isn't good at this..

Hank will only date you if your older like in your 20s or 30s, afterall he is kinda old (so those who are younger, sorry but your nothing but a grandchild to him or a random ass kid with a knife).

Hank will act like normal but he will show his kindness and love when both of you are alone, he likes to keep the relationship in secret, because he doesn't want anyone to find out especially when he has so many enemies after him.

Hank is overprotective when he on missions with you and will sometimes try his best to treat your injuries(yeah your gonna have to help him)

If your relationship gets bigger and better hank will act a little confident and might try to flirt with you when your alone with him, he will also try his best to hug you or kiss you.

But since hank can't kiss he will bonk his head softly to yours, while you give him a peck on his metal jaw or cheek.

But for his flirting it sounds like a threat but in a loving way

Hank would spy on deimos and Sanford just to learn to flirt alittle better (but sometimes he gets caught spying)

Hank is not stupid he still understand what affectionate hugs, cuddles and more but will pretend not to know just to see you teach him how or he's just doesn't want to be soft in public.

Now if the relationship is now at its highest, hank will no longer hide his relationship with you and deimos will tease the living sh!t out of you and hank...maybe...

Deimos will also help hank which hank will mostly refuse due to not liking the annoying pyro-maniac, but hank will try...maybe

2bdamned didn't actually approve of this but didn’t argue, 2bdamned let this slide since he wants you and hank to finish missions...

Sanford and Deimos actually worry about you having a relationship with Hank, like...your dating a grunt that tried to kill them (watch or play madness combat: project Nexus 2 you'll understand)

Also the A.A.H.W will also try to kidnap you or kill you just to make hank suffer...

When you and hank date, he would prefer the date to be private and secure because of A.A.H.W, Tricky, Jebus, Bandits and everyone that's trying to kill him

During dating hank will most likely keep staring at you because he doesn't know what to say or do but, but he won't lie he loves staring at you, it makes him special.

Oh but just because your dating and he loves you doesn't mean he's gonna stop being rude, he always will be rude but he goes 25% soft on you.

Your compliments and flirts will make him get flustered, to the point he might start shaking violently.

Also he will flirt with you aswell just to make you get flustered or embarrassed,

BONUS AND SPOILER ALERT!!!⚠

Remember about what I said that hank tried to kill Sanford and Deimos well, if you dated hank before destroying the project nexus.

Well Hank would still try to kill Sanford and Deimos, you however would be the one Hank will hesitate you kill...

Yandere behavior would've kicked in if he actually killed Sanford and Deimos

But we all or half of us know Hank lost the fight, so you would've try to revive his body or take him to 2bdamned,

you would not interact with him until you finally have the courage or hank would apologize to you by buying some hotdogs...

If hank won the fight, you be missing your legs as hank kill deimos and Sanford, after that hank give you one last soft bonk in the forehead before... finishing the mission... and yeah the end

" I'm sorry y/n.. but I can't have you stop me... " he said as he stares down at you, seeing your legs were cut off by his sword as you watch in horror, in pain...hurt.... he crouches down and leans his head, until both his and your foreheads touched as you close your eyes slowly and... fall alseep... forever

Its is all I could imagine hank also I'm working on the main 4 yandere request but my part-time job took away all my days off but I'm close to finishing it...

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Tricky with a mime!reader? Classic clown and mime but mime!reader has like actual mime powers. Tricky is confused but interested!

Oh this is so cute <3 i love clowns and mimes n stuff

Tricky x Mime!reader

Despite the world being a hellscape, there were pockets of quiet, times of peace tucked away in the briefest of moments, like now, for instance.

A small crowd had formed, a few of them tossing loose monies into your little donation box while you performed for them. A child was in the crowd, front and centre with awe in her eyes, it was incredibly rare to see one. The world just isn't safe enough for them.

Performing was such an art, movements so fluid, as though what you were doing was real, your spectators threw a little more monies as you pretended to get struck by lightning while flying a kite.

Shaking off the sparks in your system, you switched to something more calm for your final performance, it was getting late, and soon this peaceful area would be rife with vamps.

Bending down, you plucked a bouquet of flowers, deeply inhaling their scent, before turning and offering them to the child. She giggled, and reached out for the fake gift, but the moment it left your hands, it took on a physical form. She was holding a handful of varying white flowers, daisies, snowdrops, baby's breath, and a proud white rose in the middle.

Stars filled her eyes. "How'd you dO THAT?" She squealed, clinging tightly to the first flowers she'd seen ever.

A single gloved finger pressed to your lips and you winked at her, mime magic. Taking a bow, you began to mime packing away your things, in actuality putting away some very real items to you.

"KEEP GOING, CLOWN WAS HAVING FUN!" You dropped your money box, scattering a few loose coins and notes onto the ground. Turning to face what you hoped wasn't real, you locked eyes with the mangled zombie clown, shaking in his uncontrollable way as his body tried to get rid of the excess energy pooling from the drive in his brain.

Terror filled your veins, you shook your head, acting out a vampire creeping along, before biting you.

Tricky laughed, enjoying your performance. "CLOWN LOVES SEEING OTHER CLOWNS IN THE WILD. YOU'RE DIFFERENT TO CLOWN, BUT CLOWN LIKES IT." He drove his stop sign into the ground, sitting down crossed legged like a child, ready to watch and learn.

It was going to get very dangerous shortly, judging by the encroaching darkness, on the other hand, in front of you was arguably the biggest threat in Nevada.

You held a hand out, suddenly feeling your clothing get wet, and you pulled an umbrella from your bag, trying to keep yourself dry. Tricky laughed and clapped, he was having fun.

The rain soon stopped, and you picked another item to play with, a tiny tricycle which you struggled to get on, before wheeling around in a few circles, Tricky's laughter getting louder and ... slightly more human sounding, under the screeching chaos, a softer male laugh could be heard. Strange...

"DO THE FLOWER THING, CLOWN LIKED THAT!" He suddenly lunged forward, and you reflexively put your hands up, and Tricky slammed into the wall of your mime box. "OUCH! WHAT IS THIS??" His clawed hands patted on the hard surface.

You took a step back, and mimed being stuck in a box. "THOSE... ARE REAL WALLS???" He tilted his head to the left like a curious dog. "CAN YOU TEACH CLOWN TO DO THAT??" Shaking your head in reply, a firm no. Even if you could talk and tell him how you did it, you doubted it'd work.

"NOT FAIR, CLOWN WANTS TO DO THAT. CLOWN WOULD PUT HANK IN A BOX AND SHAKE HIM!" Tricky laughed again, his body shaking violently as his hysteric giggles took over. "CLOWN WOULD MAKE HANK A PULP!"

You carefully picked up your stuff, including the money you dropped, while Tricky was preoccupied. He was being just a little too unhinged for your liking right now, and it was getting dark fast, vamps would soon flood this area for an easy meal.

"DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO GO? CLOWN WANTS TO HANG OUT MORE." You nodded to him. "...CAN CLOWN SEE YOU AGAIN?" A smile crept over your face, and you nodded, gesturing around at the park, you'll be around here sometime.

"CLOWN LOOKS FORWARD TO IT! CLOWN LIKES OTHER CLOWN!"

Clown likes clown too.

[nevadabloodnotes]

Aa just found this page! Do you write for Project Nexus characters? If so could you do some fluffy/slightly suggestive hcs with Chopper Dave? If not it can be for 2Bdamned!

Sure Do, and it's about time we give the Chopper Dave fans some food, so enjoy! ~Mod Deimos.

Chopper Dave Fluff/Slightly Suggestive Headcanons

You've known the British pilot for quite a while now, you don't know what it was that made you confess to him in the first place. That thick accent, his little quips as he lifted off the helipad, the fact he can take over 10 shots of hard whiskey and still be able to fly? You just couldn't pinpoint one thing that him so special to you, that's how much he meant to you.

Whenever he isn't taking the team out to their latest mission, he likes to just sit with you and chat for ages, sometimes he just lays back against you and lets you do little braids in his hair while he tells some bizarre story from when he was still living in the UK.

Speaking of his heritage, he absolutely loves to show you photos of his favorite places from there, most of them being either beautiful ponds or one of the many pubs he frequented with his friends.

You like to joke with him a lot about English slang and make light fun of his thick British accent. "Oi, its Chewsday innit?" Normally he would frown upon it, but somehow you made it comedic and friendly and you tend to get a chuckle out of him whenever you do it.

Dave is all-for PDA and will not shy away from battering you with smooches and all the lovey-dovey actions just to let everyone know that you're his and he's yours, he'll even tease about how flustered you get whenever he's barraging you with his very passionate love.

Whenever you two are alone, whether it be in the chopper waiting for the team to finish a mission or just hanging out in your shared room, he'll sneak a hand onto your thighs and give you a sensual gaze, othertimes he'll give you a hickie for the hell of it just for the sole fact you'd wear one of your tight-fitting turtlenecks the next day.

At end of the day when everyone is going to sleep, Dave loves to spoon you, the feeling of you right up against him helps him sleep way better than did before you joined their agency. With you, hearing his steady heartbeat lulls you to sleep so quickly. With a gentle kiss to your cheek, both of you sleep soundly through the night.

[writersmilex]

Come Back!

Hank Wimbleton X FemReader

Summary: Hank finds out that you go possessed, and he knows only one way to help you out.

Anonymous on asks: FINALLY! I FOUND YOUR TUMBLR BLOG! (I saw your madcom fanfic on wattpad)Can you do Hank x Reader angst to fluff?Plot: Hank finds the reader brainwashed by The Auditor. He manages to snap Y/N out of it, but knocks Y/N unconsious.Later, he finds Y/N in medbay, healing. They wake up and uh yeah, that's where the fluff begins.Tysm in advance! Attention: Graphic Violence.

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(Art by  @OrnetteSinclair on Twitter) 

Hank has been looking for you all over the place. He is killing useless agent after useless agent to find you. He has turned half of this facility into a bloodbath. But his rage and concern will not cease until he sees you. A blood-red carnage was left in his wake, hot white wrath being his sole motivation. He kept looking around for you, there was a hint of panic in the untamed anger he was feeling.

You have to be here somewhere, where did you go? His hands are shaking as he holds an Iron grip on the hilt of a broken bloodied hammer, what used to be a hammer anyway.

After even more searching, Hank enters yet another room, where he finally finds a familiar face. But He cannot shake the feeling that something is off about you, different... The Auditor got his grasp on you and possessed you as he could tell from your glowing red eyes and the black mist surrounding your head. A Semi-automatic rifle in your hands, ready to attack. To attack him. Hank's mind blanks out as he sees you, the only thing he can focus on is you. And when you make eye contact with him, his worst nightmare comes true.

You raise your weapon and aim at him to kill him. Out of instinct, he throws the hilt of the hammer at you in an attempt to distract you. You flinch away at the moment of something being thrown at you, you growl in frustration and attempt to aim your gun back at the one you believe is your enemy. Naturally, Hank is quick to disarm the two other possessed agents that were with you, jabbing the butt of the gun into one of the agent's eyes and killing him. The last thing Hank wants is to hurt you, maybe he can knock you out some way? It would still involve inflicting pain on you, but not as bad as fatally injuring you to the point you can't fight back. "Stand still, you!" You huff in annoyance as Hank keeps dodging your advances, slowly getting closer to you in order to disarm you.  

Once Hank is close enough, he pulls your weapon out of your hands, catching you off guard. He throws the gun out of reach and snatches you by the arms. You grunt in confusion as he shakes you violently, a futile attempt to get you to snap out of whatever hypnotized you. You fight back and raise one of your legs to kick out one of his legs, he huffs in light pain and loses balance, giving you a chance to pull away from your supposed enemy.

Hank comes back quickly and ambushes you, pushing you onto the ground. His plan is to knock you out and make you stop, take you back home and let Doc work his magic.

You land on the ground with a hard thud, your back taking most of the impact. It hurt, a short growl of pain leaves you and you grab onto Hank's wrists, his hand holding your shirt tightly. He's going to take this, but he feels like he doesn't have any other choice. Hank pulls your shirt up, lifting your torso off the ground completely without effort, and then he slams you back down on the ground hard. Your head hits the concrete ground, causing your vision to shake and you get disoriented. The first hit didn't knock you, but surely caused a concussion or something, with the way how he almost didn't hold back, it doesn't matter if it's the most important person in his life or the mere exterior of his most important person. But you are not there, where are you?  Somewhere in there, you have to be in there! Hopefully, a hard knock on your head will bring you back. So, he tries again. Lifting you up and ramming your head against the floor a couple more times, repeatedly until you stopped struggling and stopped moving. A small pool of your blood left at the place of impact, an injury on your head. Maybe he has gone a little too far, but you're out now. In a swift move, he pulls you over his shoulder without looking back at the mission that he is supposed to complete, he carries your body back to the base so that 2Bdamned can fix you and hopefully bring you back. ~~~~ Your head feels like it's going to implode. The back of your head is aching the most. Your arm feels so heavy as you lift it to caress your own head to perhaps ease the pain, that's when you feel that there are bandages on your head, which concludes that you must have gotten injured somewhere. It smells rather clinical in the room you're in, the ceiling above you is a shade of white and grey. Looking around the room you see a figure red with red eyes. Once your vision clears, you discover that it's 2Bdamned standing over you writing something down on a clipboard. He must have felt your stare as he looks up from the board and looks at you, he looks rather tense, even more than he normally does. "(Y/n)?" He calls cautiously, you look at him confused. "Yes?" You answer groggily, Doc relaxes slightly upon hearing your reply. "welcome back." He says, only confusing you more. You rub your eyes to clear your vision a little more, "What happened?" You ask finally. Doc let out a deep sigh and looks over to your right. You follow his gaze and find the state-wide feared mercenary by the side of your bed. He's leaning back in a chair, deathly still with his breathing steady. He's asleep by the looks of it. 2Bdamned seems to notice your gaze at the killing machine. "He hasn't left your side since he brought you here." He explains, "You got possessed by the Auditor, but a hard knock against your head seems to have brought you back. Mind the concussion..." He continues. You look on at Hank as he snores in his sleep, "I'll get you some medication for your head," Doc says, excusing himself from the medical bay completely.   After watching Doc disappear, you turn your attention back to Hank. Squirming in your bed to sit up, you reach over to the pen you see laying on the bedside table, aiming and throwing the writing-tool in Hank's direction. Your aching head causes your usual spot on aim to be off at the moment. Instead of hitting him in the face, you hit him in the chest. The pen falls of and clutters down to the floor, Hank jolts awake by the noise. Once the killing machine is fully awake he is quick to stand up and get close to you. He leans over to the bed and gets all in your face. "You brought me back?" You break the silence, although you know that Hank won't reply all that quickly. One of his large hands reaches up to every so gently cradle the side of your face, He leans in even closer and softly nuzzled your forehead with his covered prostetic mouth. Hank handles you with the absolute tenderness, you can't help but smile sofly. "what are you sorry for?" You ask. You don't have much problems reading Hank, you've spend a lot of time with him. In fact, you knew him before the sky turned crimson. "I hurt you..." He grunts against your head,  "and I am... Sorry..." his grip only tightens a little, you tenderly push back against him to return the affection. "You helped me, didn't you? I forgive you..." You reply, seemingly easing Hank's worries slightly. He is glad that you understand what he had to do in order to save you. You always understand... _______________________________________ Not very angsty in the end as you had wanted, but there is angst present in the beginning... I think... Thanks for reading. -Smilex

[krystalkitdemi]

Miniscule.

This is inspired by @madness-in-the-flesh Yandere again, Plus this is the reader being a pet to a pair of giant idiots. Small mention of violence. Oh yeah, the reader is pretty damn small. :)

Somewhere in Nevada.

You were woken from a nap you had just started by the sound of a loud bang. More than likely the front door of the quarters you resided in being kicked open by a massive foot. You wanted to go back to sleep but you heard a voice yell out.

"Y/n! Where are you? We're home!"

You groaned, knowing that you would not have any peace now. You got up from the little makeshift matress you had stitched together from scraps of cloth and pillows you found. You crawled through the passage of your little hiding space to peek out the entrance. You saw large boots wandering the space beyond. A pair of large beings wandered through the quarters, looking for you. The movements seemed to get a little more erratic as they did not find you. One of the large beings crouched down to another one of your hiding spots and looked in. You saw his bald head shake as the other asked him if he found you yet.

"The little one is not in this one."

You yawned and sat at the entrace of your hiding space for a bit before stretching and exiting. You kept your movements as quiet as possible as you attempted to climb up onto the couch that was made for something a lot larger than you or standard sized folk. You felt a pair of large hands grasp your body and pick you up. A shudder wracked your body before you looked back. The face of a gol3m looked back. This Gol3m looked very estatic to find you. The hair of the mohawk tickling your face. Those eyes looked so happy and bright to see yours.

"Nice Church! You found the little baby!"

The next thing you could feel was yourself being crushed against Church's face. You knew that you had very little chance against them If you fought, But you could not sit there and take this smothering affection. So you bit church on the nose. The gol3m didn't seem phased at all, and in fact, laughed at your fiesty attitude. They never respected your space. Neither of these Gol3ms did, as soon as they saw you, you would be scooped up and carried around. You once tried to explain why they should let you walk on your own, using as many things as you can think of and facts you could remember. Only you were not able to get through to them. Jorge, the other Gol3m, would just laugh at your vocabulary and speech. "Look at you with all your fancy words.," He would say if you ever tried to talk with speech anywhere above his and his twin's level. They never really listened to you anyway, other than to get your name. Church handed you off to Jorge in order to remove that dangerous electrically charged armor that would shock you. You looked away from Jorge's face as you were smooshed against it. At least he removed his damn mask. Not that looking at his stitched and tattered face was pleasant. It was yet another reminder of how weak you were compared to these two.

You were an abnormal grunt, a mistake made you smaller and more dainty than others. This is what caused the two brutish Gol3ms to pay attention to you in the first place. They were amazed by how you were able to survive in a harsh environment like Nevada. They had even ransacked the camp you were a part of to find you after they first found you. You could still remember how you tried to run and the panic of your fellow survivors trying to fight the rampaging Gol3ms turned out. The camp was destroyed, Everyone was killed And you were dragged back to where the twins had been living. They had told you it was to keep you safe, that you would have been hurt if you had continued to live like that. But, you did not believe it. Sure there were rumours of a dangerous man wandering around, a man that would kill anything that breathed wrong. Rumours of a monstrous zombie clown. Rumours of various scary and deadly things. But this was Nevada, a place where the dangerous was the norm and cloning was the only thing that kept it inhabited.

Jorge kept holding you tight. You could tell something was wrong. He and Church had been away longer than usual. Did their more affectionate than usual actions have to do with it? May as well try to ask. You had nobody else to really talk to. "Did something happen?," You asked. "Some tools kept giving us a hard time. But Boss is making us take a break before going back to huntin 'em.," Jorge replied. The massive Gol3m Held you more delicately than normal. Like he was trying not to break you. He fell onto the floor of the Quarters with you still pressed up against him. This reviving process must have been more stressful than the last countless times. You watched as Church flopped onto the gol3m sized couch behind you and Jorge. They were tired. They seemed to be annoyed. The twins really wanted to hunt these enemies. You just wanted this to be over, so may as well streamline the process. And this meant giving them what they wanted. You were still annoyed by not getting your nap. They wouldn't care if you brought this up to them.

It made you feel sick to act like an affectionate pet, especially to these monsters. But, it was the only thing to help you. You put your smaller arms around the head of Jorge and gave him an embrace, nuzzling your face against his. You felt a smile creep across his face. You could feel church watching you through a sideways glance before starting to nap. You gave Jorge the affection he wanted before finally being let to go to Church. You climbed up the arm of the dozing Gol3m to sit on Church's chest and laid on it. Church woke up slightly and put a large hand on you before going back to dozing. You were trapped by these two captors. Jorge was chuckling over how cute you two looked.

At least you could have your nap.

[saturncodedstarlette]

[In life you have two paths who you want to become]

Type A Y/N : I like to do illustrations ☺️💕

Type B Y/N : I like to dissect people, did you know I’m utterly insane ☺️💕

[ero-heart]

Deimos x reader but reader is an agent from some agency called Los Muertos that are in Mexico and they hunt down criminals but only does that escaped from mexico.

So deimos find his recruiter being brutally murdered by you as you done your mission and walk away but deimos grabs and tries to stop you and your like "señor déjeme ir no tengo tiempo para esto" or "señor por favor déjeme ir" and deimos doesn't let go so you just drag him with you.

(I'm not good with Spanish)

Reader is basically hank but if they were an agent

This took so long to make I had no idea how this could be done,, I am sorry if it’s not of your expectations!

Cw: violence, some gore, guns and cigarettes

GOTCHA!

(Deimos x Los Muertos Agency Reader)

(Platonic/Romantic) (mostly platonic)

“Haha! Nice! Now all we gotta do is-“

Deimos stared at his coworker’s lifeless body beside him, steam dancing from the hole on his neck from a bullet, definitely work of a silent firearm, given that no sound could be heard on the half second that he looked away from the recruit. Deimos frustratingly threw his equipment on the ground and cursed, he had fucked up. He couldn’t guide the newbie if he was *dead*. What will Doc say this time? He couldn’t get away with this forever, but no matter how much he made sure the coast was clear something ALWAYS happened to stack up the death count of newbies under Deimos’s watch. He looked around the roof to see if he could find the perpetrador, the coast was clear, he directed his gaze to the other buildings around him. What he found was a thin veil of smoke coming from behind the entrance hatch of another rooftop, lightly blown by the wind.

“Pff there you are..”

Deimos was keen on avenging himself for being screwed like this, uh? Yea his coworker too. Stalking behind a wall, Deimos had to come up with a way to get to the other building without being noticed and as quick as possible, before the stranger dashed off somewhere else. Noticing a very convenient bridge made of wood planks leading to his wished destination.

You had taken a smoking break after a long day of hunting and eliminating. It had taken three days to arrive at this corrupted town to finish your target, a fugitive that had heavily screwed your agency by leaking important data to the enemy, apparently he was on the midst of integrating on another group, well too bad, Los Muertos never left debts unpaid. You we’re tired, just the thought of sitting on the subway for three more days was exhausting and you were considering renting a motel room to spend the night, there should be one around the block actually if your memory is correct. Dropping the butt of the cigarette to the ground, you were ready to leave when you heard the cock of a gun, looking to your side, you were met with the muzzle of a ar-15. You sighed, looking at the other problem you had to deal with. Baggy clothes, slicked back hair covered with bandages and a cap, patchy beard growing along his face, this man was unkempt. He had a mustache growing from the corners of his mouth, reminded you of some of your coworkers. The stranger glared at you, not loosening his grip on the firearm.

“There you are you- you newbie killer!”

Deimos was definitely stressed, not having his cigarette break yet and it was starting to get to him. His target looked unsurprised by his presence, keeping perfect posture as they turned to face him. They reminded Deimos of AAHW agents, suit, tie, and all, only difference was the colorful embroidery on the dark suit of mythological sanguinary creatures, along with a detailed face paint resemblant of a skull, they also wore a fedora, shading most of their face features. The mysterious person looks Deimos up and down before speaking:

“Escucha no tengo tiempo para esto, amigo. Baja el arma.”

Deimos understood nothing the stranger said, staring at them confusedly while trying to decipher what those words could have meant.

“What?”

You realized that this man might have nothing in terms of knowledge about your language, which is bad because you knew barely nothing about his language as well. You both were unprepared for a situation like this. You couldn’t have expected for him to pull the trigger due to your lack of an answer, chuckling upon realizing that it had no bullets.

Deimos frustratingly threw the gun to the ground in a fit, cursing and grabbing on his hair. The stranger just laughed at him more before they started walking towards the exit.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Where do you think you’re going? I ain’t done with you yet!”

Deimos jumped and wrapped his arms around their neck, making both fall onto the floor. The stranger tried their best to wrestle their way out of it but Deimos kept persistent. Sitting on their back, he pushed their shoulders to the ground with as much force he could master, he panted heavily, the amount of activity taking a toll on his lungs.

You felt yourself get anxious, normally you would stay calm in a situation like this but the lack of nicotine was making your hands tremble. You moved them towards your pant pocket, barely pulling the cigarettes out before the man slammed your shoulders harder onto the concrete.

“You stay there!”

“¿Ni siquiera puedo fumar en paz? Perro apestoso..”

You tried to take the cigarettes again as the man noticed what you were reaching for, he suddenly got quiet and did nothing as you, with some difficulty, opened the box and picked one stick with your mouth. You managed to grab the lighter from the same pocket, flicking it as the man spoke:

“Uhh.. are those cigarettes?”

You ignored him as you took a drag of the drug.

“Hey uhm, I can.. uh.. If you give me one of those I may let you live!”

Seeing you ignored him again, he just grabbed your own cigarette from your mouth, loosening his pressure on you as he put it between his own lips. You watched as he breathed the smoke in, then out. Mostly confused (yet relieved) that apparently this guy just needed a cigar to get off of your back, looking up at him looking at the distance, to the bright city that illuminated the two of you, he grumbled something you couldn’t understand, you just knew that there were some swear words sprinkled here and there. He still did not get off of you, you were stuck with this weirdo while he got on his smoke break.

“¿…Puedes darme un..?”

Might as well continue your smoke break along with the man.

I hope this was enjoyable lol I am not really satisfied with my writing but nothing practice can fix it! Hope everyone if safe and sound 🩷

[slimmestslime]

hi

[eagle-eyes-sideblog]

That Medical Anomaly

Summary

An AU where the reader is the subject of a secretive experiment that leaves them the perfect Player... among other things.

Possible triggering themes for this AU/story include medical trauma, descriptions of chronic illness, ableism, depression, and death. If I've handled anything insensitively, please let me know.

A more 'formal' introduction, along with rambling about my thought process, under the cut.

Self Aware MadCom belongs to @saltymongoose. The concept is really interesting to me, even aside from the xreader stuff (although it's definitely also that lmao). So I thought I might explore that a bit with a concept that's already been floating around my head for a bit. The world that the reader is from is deliberately left a bit vague, but it's sort of magical realism. Most relevant to this AU: there are things like doctors and computers existing alongside curses and other magical ailments.

Also, this doesn't really include much MadCom or SAMAU... Well, no interactions with the characters, anyways. It's mostly just an introduction to my ideas for this AU, so it describes more of what your life was like beforehand and how you found the series. Do also note that I've never played either M:PN game, so there might be some inaccuracies.

All that being said... enjoy!

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You, along with several others, were the subject of an experiment when you were a teenager. It was so secretive, you were never even given the details of why it had been conducted. That, or you had forgotten, given that one of the major side effects of the experiment was memory loss.

The experiment itself was something about deliberately letting specific kinds of contagions into the subject's body. You knew a few of them were fungal, and many were magical in some way, although they were different for every experiment.

Apparently if they chose the right infections for the right subject and 'balanced' them properly with the individual's immune system... they would stabilize. This led to the subject gaining supernatural abilities based on whatever magical infections they had.

Of course, most of the subjects weren't so lucky. The various infections would usually just take their courses; often the combinations would very quickly kill the subject. Those that survived were left with permanent problems ranging from aphasia to compromised immune systems to seizures.

You were their star subject, the one better off than all the rest. The staff made sure to remind you of that every time you complained about anything. "Be grateful," they told you. "At least you can still speak. At least you're still recovering. At least you're still alive." They never said it out loud, but you heard the implication. All of this is only happening because of us.

Bullshit. You were only 'better off' because of sheer dumb luck. Had they succeeded? Maybe. But their idea of success didn't even take you into account.

And their idea of success still left you with problems. Yes, you have sharper senses now, and you can draw energy from more than just food. But you're face-blind, and your hands and feet are numb, and you sometimes hurt so badly that you can't walk.

Not to mention how unethical the experiment itself was. They didn't even study people who already had these conditions; they deliberately induced them. Hell, one of your roommates was six years old! Why they let her participate still bothered you today.

...But it wasn't all bad. You cherished the friends you'd made there, even if you'd lost contact with most of them.

Not just your fellow patients, either. Most of the staff were... annoying at the very least. But a few seemed to actually have your best interests in mind. For example, your favorite nurse, Max, recommended an animated series that might help take your mind off of things when you were in the depths of depression.

You very quickly fell in love with Madness Combat. The simple graphics, where characters were denoted by outfit and style rather than facial features, seemed perfect for you. You grew to adore Hank, Deimos, Sanford, Tricky, and every other character, getting invested in their fights even when nothing else made you happy.

And the episodes were just plain fun to watch. Even when you had issues with your memory, the fight scenes interested you more than enough to make up for it. The community, too, seemed to welcome you, and you came to cherish the friends you made there.

Not only that, but you found a little game on Newgrounds. Although your numb hands made it hard to play, it really did capture the things that made you adore Madcom to begin with. Your favorite nurse approved too; after all, it was an exercise in hand-eye coordination!

Naturally, you were beyond thrilled when Project Nexus came out. By that point, you'd already left the facility. And your memory had recovered enough to get well and truly obsessed with the lore.

You smiled, picking the Tourist difficulty and sitting back to watch the intro cinematic. This was going to be fun.

(Unbeknownst to you, it would also be much, much more than you bargained for.)

[talesofsonicasura]

LMK Sun Wukong and Macaque with MK's Guardian

Incoming awkwardness for this one! Basically you'll be serving as our protagonist's caretaker. Basically a parent and child relationship. I will say you are one BAMF and have some tricks up your sleeve. For this headcanon, we'll be focusing on a potential love triangle. And it begins with a disastrous first meeting! This can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Enjoy.

You've been taking care of MK for a very long time, ever since he was a toddler. You cared for him as much as an actual parent despite not being related at all. To you, he's your darling dumpling.

So you were honestly on edge when the 'Great Sage Equal To Heaven', Sun Wukong, made your kid his successor. Don't get me wrong, MK is a good and strong kid, but he has never seen how ugly yaoguai/demon fighting can get.

Or how twisted some were. But you gave him some leeway if he promised to take care of himself. So when MK began coming home with bruises and not sleeping well? YOU WEREN'T HAPPY.

What made you more upset was he began lying about what really happened. Falling down the stairs don't cause bruises that look like handprints.

It seemed you have no choice but to use your dirty little secret. Truth is, you used to be human until one horrible incident ruined it all. Now, you were someTHING called an Auditor.

Sure, the powers such as changing your mass, pyrokinesis and a shit ton of other stuff were cool but... You never wanted to risk scaring MK with the appearance of an underworld boogeyman. But now, there was no choice.

You dropped your human form and stalked him. Apparently Sun Wukong hadn't taken MK's training seriously which lead him to this black furred monkey. An manipulative asshole that you knew as the Six Eared Macaque.

Now your kid is caught between the clash of Sun Wukong and the infamous shadow monkey, completely powerless. When Macaque's shadows started inching towards MK? You had enough.

Manifested right in front of MK with a heavy machine gun stock full of magic laced bullets, then LET IT LOOSE. "GET AWAY FROM MY SON!"

Cue fight immediately coming to a halt as all eyes were now on your black flamed body. "MK Qi Xiaotian, you and I are going have a talk when we get home. After I handle this."

You didn't even give Macaque a chance to say a word as you fired more lead. Those who mistreat your kid don't deserve the right to talk. The monkey began to run when he realized the bullets ate away any magic. Even his Smoke Monster didn't survive all the countless bullets.

He tried a sneak attack from behind but you grabbed the bastard by the tail and jab him through the chest. Dropping the monkey to the ground with MK's stolen powers in hand which you handed back to the kid.

Macaque didn't even get to say anything as you blasted him away in a cyclone of shadow fire. Sun Wukong wasn't any better either as you got straight into the Monkey King's face.

"You aren't going near my son ever again. Consider your training sessions with him kaput." Sun Wukong didn't even have a chance to explain either as you took MK and left.

The talk to come wasn't pleasant but it had to be done. MK would no longer have training with the Monkey King alongside being grounded. He broke the rules about properly taking care of himself so this was his punishment.

Sun Wukong and Macaque would no doubt try to get into some form of contact with your son. Well too bad cause you weren't staying on the sidelines any longer.

MK's training would resume but not with the same mentor. It was time for the Auditor to come into play. And you will burn every single enemy that dares threaten your son to ashes.

The Auditor is basically a powerful antagonist that originates from Krinkels' Madness Combat series. He's as powerful as he is mysterious. I won't list the Auditor's full abilities so here's this but I can promise he'll give Sun Wukong a run for his money.

As much as I like making positive headcanons, I figured a 'Consequences Of Your Actions' would be a nice change of pace and episode 9 felt perfect for that. Now the bold red text is only going to be used for speech when the reader is in Auditor mode. Otherwise it'll be normal.

Until next time folks, I'll see you back at Megapolis. Here's some Auditor before I go. Edit: Added a little song to this.

Part: 1, 2, 3

[cosmica-galaxy]

Soldier!Reader x Yan!Madcom - Fall into Nevada

Summary: You are a soldier that falls into Nevada and makes some rather interesting new friends. Warnings: Depictions of gore, blood, wounds, and such. Not too detailed but it’s fucking Madness Combat, what do you expect? Flowers and rainbows?? Also, I have a limited knowledge on the canon or the timelines, so if someone is OOC or something is wrong please don’t kill my ass. I’m not that informed on Madness Combat! Aaaaaaaaaaaaa-- Word Count: 7,223 A/N: THIS IS FOR YOU @yansoftie. I FREAKING KASJHFKGLHKJL LOVE IT. LOVE THE SOLDIER. ASKDJJGKHLJHKLJK TAKE IT HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

-Sort under the cut cause FUCK IT’S LONG that’s what she said--

The smell of dust and dirt slowly stirred the fallen soldier from their place on the ground. Rousing you to slowly open your eyes from underneath your askew helmet. You let out a low groan of pain as you slowly begin to sit up, your mind foggy as you try and attempt to wipe the dirt away from around your eyes. You crack open your eyes and blink tiredly before your eyes suddenly widen. “What the?? This isn’t the…where the fuck am I??” You mumble in disbelief as you turn to lay on your side, looking at the blood red sky above and the endless amounts of brownish gray wasteland that seemingly went on for miles and miles into the far distance. So you sit there utterly speechless for a moment as you take it all in.

This certainly wasn’t the same area where you were dispatched to fight in the war. You squinted and grunt in slight pain as you struggled to remember what happened before you passed out. Let’s see…

The last thing you remembered about your previous environment was that it was pouring down rain and you were with your battalion in the woods near an occupied enemy settlement. 

It was…late evening, just before nightfall. You all were pulling a tactical nighttime assault maneuver before you and your fellow members got ambushed from the surrounding forests. The battle that rang out was a bulletstorm of chaos and bloodshed… The enemy surrounded your battalion on all sides and closed in… Your friends slowly fell one by one until a tactical retreat was ordered and you fled into the woods… but your enemies continued to hunt you all down like animals… Gunfire rang through the trees and you heard bullets whizzing past your helmet as your heartbeat was pounding loudly in your ears… You made a mad dash down an incline to get away from your pursuers but you slipped on some roots and went hurtling down into a ditch… Then…huh. Nothing was coming to mind. It was hard to remember what exactly happened the moment you passed out. Did you…die? Did you ACTUALLY die? The soldier takes another look around before letting out a sigh of despair. It’s a shame that one goes to fight in a war for their country, dies in battle, then goes straight to hell. I mean, there was no other logical explanation! This HAD to be hell! What place on Earth has a natural blood red sky? Well…hell or not, you weren’t going to get anywhere laying here on the ground. You were down…but you weren’t totally dead. At least…not yet. You better get moving before some…hellhounds or whatever the hell’s equivalent of scavengers decide to show up looking for an easy meal. You try to stand up, but you suddenly feel a sharp pain radiate from within one of your legs that makes you wince and cry out loudly in pain. You shoot a quick glance towards your legs and you visibly cringe at the sight. A few bullet wounds could be seen in your leg, leaking out blood and soaking your pants in a deep red hue. You hiss through your teeth as you assess the damage carefully. Guess you didn’t escape that ambush completely unscathed after all. You were surprised that you didn’t feel the pain nor remember being shot earlier. It must’ve been the adrenaline that was going through your veins at the time. Probably blocked out the pain while you ran for your life. Hopefully you had something to fix this… You then shift and begin to search around your form and you manage to find your cargo pack, still intact surprisingly. Despite searching it thoroughly, you found no form of medical supplies. Just ammo, rations, and various miscellaneous supplies. But no medical items. You smack your face and groan loudly. Fuck, why did you forget to restock while at camp?? That was a major oversight on your part, possibly a fatal one if you kept losing blood like this. Judging by the amount of blood that was pooled on the ground, you’ve been bleeding for a while. This…was NOT a good start. But you worked with less, so you’ll make do.

Still, you persevere. Slowly but surely, you shift around and begin to get up on your feet. Stumbling slightly and grunting in agony when your wounded leg had pressure applied to it. 

You take a moment to gather up your breath as you heave your large form off the ground.

Taking notice of the rather comical imprint your body made in the ground as you did so. It reminded you of some old cartoons you used to watch when you were young. But it also made you think. Did you…fall here? Like…from the sky? You shake your head and break your gaze away from the imprint. You’ll question your origin later. For now, you just had to get up. Despite the pain and the injury in your leg, you finally managed to stand tall and began to look more in depth at your surroundings. It was rather…unimpressive. Just desert…more desert…wasteland…rocks…even more rocks…hey…are those shapes in the distance? You squint your eyes as they struggle to see further towards the distant horizon to make out the various shapes that seemed to form a familiar pattern to you. They looked like…buildings of some sort? A city?? How was there a city in hell?? 

What was it housing? Civilians? Demons? Beasts? Monsters? Anything else disturbing??

You could only shiver at the thought of all the horrors that were probably crawling around among those buildings. Well, that’s not going to be good…but it was either head towards the city or stay out here and bleed to death. You didn’t really have a choice in the matter. With a heavy grunt, you pick up your scattered supplies and fix up your outfit to carry the remains of your cargo. Thankfully, you still had plenty of ammo from pre-packing back at camp before your mission went to absolute shit. You didn’t even get to use any of it. Better than that, you still had your lucky rifle. Polished, engraved with gold accents, powerful as shit, and ready to kill once more. A valuable gift from a friend that you knew way back before you got dispatched into the war. It saved your life plenty of times in battle and it was always coveted by your comrades for its beauty and strength. You never let it leave your side for anything for various obvious reasons. You could only smile and pat the trusty tool as you sling it back over your shoulder, fastening the shoulder strap to it and then beginning your trek towards the settlement. Despite your predicament, even if you were already dead and living in hell now, there was still a lingering sense of curiosity and wonderment. It was a strange new world…hopefully you could survive long enough to enjoy some of it. Who knows? Maybe the afterlife would be a trip to experience. You could only grin in a faint sense of seldom hope as you limped towards the buildings in the distance. – The buildings in question looked…rough, to say the least. From a distance, they looked like mere old buildings. But up close…they were much worse for wear. Cracks could be seen in the structures, there were numerous stains on the crumbling streets, and the place gave off a real…’dark city’ kinda vibe. Like a place that’s been heavily neglected, but not totally abandoned. In addition to that, the city was gray and made of some material that was similar to concrete. It looked just dull and empty. Kinda…soulless in a way. Fitting for hell, you suppose. Not only that, but…something was noticeably off. The buildings…were freaking small.

Like…the doorways could only reach up to your knee in height. If you really wanted to, you could climb on some of these buildings.

But it now begs the question. Why was everything so small? You look around at the buildings and continue to walk down what appears to be an abandoned street. You could even feel some of the neglected concrete give away and crumble under your weight. Leaving indentations of footprints wherever you walked. Despite the noise that emanates from the crunching of the concrete underneath your combat boots, the rest of the city was primarily silent. Even abandoned in some sense. Then, as you were walking down another stretch of streets, you could hear echoes that rang throughout the city. Very familiar echoes. A sound you were almost too familiar with. Gunshots. You take a moment to pause as you try to pinpoint where the location of it was coming from and once you find it, you begin to head in the direction at a steady pace. The closer to the source you got, the more your mind wondered. Were there more humans? Maybe your comrades fell into this same hell you’re in? Maybe it’s someone else? What’s being shot at? What was going on?? So many thoughts rang throughout your head as you stepped effortlessly over an alleyway fence and now the gunshots and the sounds of a distant struggle were even clearer. Cries of agony and screams of death could be heard echoing off the stone walls of the surrounding buildings that it made you wonder if this was even a good idea… But you were still very curious. Curious enough to continue on despite the worry that settled in your gut. Your interest still piqued, you came to another large street that had the sounds emanating from a nearby alleyway that was just down the road. But that wasn’t the only thing that caught your attention. The streets were littered with carnage. It caught you well off guard that you took a moment to pause in your strides and assess the situation that seemed to have gone on here before you arrived. Bodies were seen strewn about the outside of a couple of trucks that were labeled with an “A.A.H.W” abbreviation. Disgusting viscera and a cornucopia of gore was slung all over the street. Numerous pools of blood and blood sprays littered the environment as you took it all in with your own two eyes. You were far from a stranger to violence. At one point in your soldier career, an ally got his head shot off completely while standing next to you on a mission. Coating you with skull fragments, brain matter, and blood. At the time, it was horrifying.

But now, you were just glad that it was them and not you. You cautiously approached the dead bodies to inspect them and found something…odd about the carcasses. The bodies weren’t anything you could reasonably describe. It looked humanoid…but with gray skin and no discernible features. They almost seemed…faceless? How disturbing. They also had no attached limbs, but had hands, and two little legs that stuck out from their body. Most of the carcasses also seemed to be wearing cute little suits, which was…obviously strange. At a glance, most of these bodies seemed to be part of a unit. Similar dress, similar form, and someone…or something rampaged throughout this location. Killing them off. But…what did? You blink in confusion until the sound of agitated shouting comes from nearby, snapping you out of your trance from the carnage that lay in the street. Right, the gunshots and the struggle. You ignore investigating the gore any further and continue to walk down the road, oblivious to the AAHW trucks that bounced and shook with every impact your feet made on the pavement. The sounds of yelling suddenly quiets down as you approach the alley in question. The entrance seemed to be gated by a larger chain-link fence, despite it being pretty short from your perspective, but you swear you could still hear talking. So, you waste no more time. 

You throw caution to the wind and step around the corner of the building. You make your presence known by showing yourself as you walk in front of the entrance. You cast a gaze into the alley in curiosity, eager to see what was going on and making so much noise. The sight in front of you was questionable. You could only blink as you analyze the situation. There were about 4 figures in the alley. One that was pressed up to the fence and three others that were pointing guns at the being that was pressed against the fence. The three that were armed were similar to the ones that you saw brutally slaughtered on the street not too far away. Wearing black glasses, black suits, and with their strange limbs and faces in action. The one pressed against the fence looked very different. The head was primarily covered with a black bandana, they had on a large black overcoat, numerous leather belts, and black combat shoes. It even seemed to be sporting a pair of bright red glowing goggles. The different being also seemed to be armed with a weapon, but there was an obvious injury on one of its arms that seemed to hinder his ability to fight. Judging by the leaking blood. The state of the alley wasn’t any prettier than the streets. It was also littered with bodies, gore, guts, blood, and empty ammunition shells. Your eyes flick to the three beings that were cornering the loner. You could see them almost look up at your large form and something akin to terror completely takes over their non-existent faces. You watch as one takes notice, then bumps the others and points at you with their disembodied appendage. The others of the group follow suit, terror rapidly washing over their faces as they begin to step away from the red-eyed loner. The loner in question seemed confused at their behavior as the sharp-dressed triplets began to slowly back off. Then once they were deemed far enough away, the lot sprinted away. Leaving the alley and the injured red-eyed one alone with you. The remaining creature in question still seemed confused before getting off the fence and turning around to face you. Their reaction was tamer, but you could obviously see the surprise in its own goggles as it quickly took a defensive stance, arming themself. Despite its size, you had to give it kudos for bravery. That little critter barely came up to your knee in height and it just stared at you as if you were going to attack it. 

You could dropkick it if you felt like it. But seeing it injured made you feel sorry for it. You make no movement to go for your rifle or step away. You merely stared at the red-eyed creature and he stared back. You both continued that for a moment before you finally backed off and began to step away from the alley. Heading back the way you came. You had no quarrel with any of these creatures, so it was best to just leave it alone. You had a bigger priority right now. You needed to find a medical center or at least a first aid kit to heal your wounds. Even now, your blood continued to leak onto the asphalt and you were starting to get light headed. You move away from the alley and paused momentarily to listen to the sound of a distant set of tires screeching off into the distance. By the time you came back to the main street, one of the AAHW vehicles was gone. A set of black tire skids on the pavement being the only evidence it was there in the first place. Those suited creatures must’ve come back and took a vehicle to get away. That was worrisome. But you still needed to hunt for medical supplies, so you continued your endeavor with your tender limp as you searched the surrounding blocks for what you needed. Hopefully something good will happen soon… – It’s following you. That red-eyed critter from before was following you. You were extra super sure it was. Since there were times where you would look over your shoulder and see a pair of red eyes hiding just out of sight. Hiding in the darkness or behind something. This was the 4th time you caught it watching you from afar. In all honesty, you were getting paranoid about it…but you guess it was kinda cute. Still, you didn’t know what it wanted nor did you know if it was opportunistic. It could be waiting for you to get tired before it attacked, you didn’t know. Speaking of tired…you were beat. Blood loss and various other issues were beginning to slow you down to a steadily weakening hobble. Pretty soon, you had to find a place to rest. A nice low building that seemed sturdy enough to hold your weight came into sight and you made an effort to slink over to it. With a few firm tests on its integrity, you finally sit down on the roof and let out an exhausted sigh. You take a moment to close your eyes and get some weight off of your leg…and you could still see that little creature watching you. You don’t really know WHY it was following you, but you certainly know HOW. Mostly because of the blood trail that you were leaving behind, that and the cracked concrete.

But now…now you just wanted answers. There was shouting, so you have a hunch that these creatures can talk. So why not try and communicate with this loner? You let out a grunt and sit up, surprising the small tag-a-long by locking eyes with it and its hiding place. “Are you going to keep hiding from me or are you wanting to talk?” You inquire to the small creature, to which it stares for a moment before finally coming out of its hiding place. It says nothing as it approaches your sitting form, looking up at you in a cautious manner. In a way, it looked…adorable. 

It would’ve been threatening if you were the same height, but with your stature towering over theirs, the little critter just looked like a large doll. A…bloody and injured doll…but still adorable in a sick and twisted way. You both stare at one another. 

So long in fact, that you were starting to wonder if this creature could even understand your language. Then, you let out a slightly nervous cough. Might as well…try again? It’s not like you got anything better to do. “So…why are you following me?” You ask, your eyes peering down at him from under your helmet. It stays quiet for a moment. Then much to your surprise, it speaks.

“Never seen you before.” It replies. 

Its voice was…deep. Surprisingly so. It gave you the impression that this creature was a male, but you weren’t quick to make assumptions just yet. “Wanted to watch where you went. See who you side with.” It grunts out. That was confusing. You think about what ‘sides’ the little being refers to. Maybe it was talking about factions? There were factions here?? Was that A.A.H.W truck a faction? Possibly an enemy of theirs? If they were enemies, what faction was the loner a part of? This just suddenly became much more complicated… “Sides? There are factions in hell of all places?” You question, arching a brow. The short being gives you a confused look that could be seen through the goggles it wore. “This is Nevada.” He states simply. Now it was your turn to give him an incredulous look. “Nevada?? This isn’t Nevada. Nevada doesn’t look like this at all!” You argue. To which the small being merely stares at you before shaking its head in disagreement. 

The silence returns again as you both sit in one another's presence for an uncomfortable amount of time. This time, It was the one that broke the silence. “What are you?” Huh. Now that was a weird question. Then again, you have never seen creatures like these little beings before. So maybe it was a vice versa situation? You've never seen their species and they’ve never seen yours. It would make sense. “I’m human.” You say, to which it turns its head in response to that. “Human?” it asks, to which you nod in confirmation. “Never heard of em.” It responds bluntly, to which you arch a brow. Oh? It’s got a bit of an attitude, huh? Two beings can play this game, ya little critter. “Well, what are you then?” “Grunt.” You blink in confusion and take a moment to process the statement.

“Just…Grunt?” You ask. It nods. “Never heard of em.” You fire back and snicker lightly when it flattens their brows at you. It doesn’t last long however, as you wince in pain again. The pain in your leg throbs as your wounds are still seeping blood. Slowly but surely, this wound would kill you at some point, since you had no luck in finding a medical center or supplies. You let out a tender whine through gritted teeth as the small creature looks at your leg then towards your face. It seemed to be thinking about something as you sit there and try to ease the pain. “So you have no faction?” It asks. You only flick it a look of confusion before nodding. “No faction. I just arrived here probably not even an hour ago, depending on how long I was unconscious for…kind of a long story. Didn’t know a thing about this place. Nice to know that I’m not in hell…but in ‘Nevada’ instead. If that’s any better.” You grumble as you rub your knee to comfort yourself. The gears in its head seem to be turning as it suddenly approaches your healthier leg, grabbing onto your pants and roughly tugging on them. “Uh…what do you need?” You question. “Follow me.” It demands, as it begins to walk off towards another direction. You wanted to say a series of confused babbles, but the creature kept looking back to make sure you followed. You wondered if you could even trust it, but maybe it had an idea in mind? ... Well…what else did you have to lose? You picked yourself up and off the building and slowly limped after the loner, easily keeping pace with your longer legs. Even with your limp. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you were probably being taken somewhere. Possibly to the loner’s abode? Community? To whatever a “grunt” considers a family? Hopefully it knew where a hospital was…if they even have those here in ‘Nevada’. You did unintentionally save this grunts’ butt from being filled with bullets, so maybe it’s returning the favor? Well…you can at least HOPE so. A few minutes of silent following was starting to bother you, so you decided to speak up. “You got a name?” You ask. There was a moment of silence. “Hank.” It replies. You nod in confirmation. So it was distinctly male and had a name. That was nice to know. His red goggles look up towards your eyes. “You?” You could only smile back down at Hank and tell him your name. “Don’t worry about forgetting it. It’s always engraved on my dogtags.” You say. “Dogtags?” He almost sounds surprised. Almost. “Yeah. From the war I was partaking in before I arrived here. I’m a soldier. Infantry division. It’s how I got these bullet wounds in my leg. Got ambushed by our enemies and…well…somehow arrived here in ‘Nevada’ afterwards.” You explain. He watches you with those red goggles of his as you ramble on and on about your experience with arriving in Nevada and what made you find him in summary. He never really takes his eyes off of you as you talk in a slightly animated fashion.

Pretty soon, Hank mentioned your large gun and you told him about its significance and power. It was beautiful as well. Engraved and with golden accents and polished to near mirror-like perfection…it was stunning. But it wasn’t only that. As Hank continued to stare up at his human accomplice, the more you talked about your life and your experience in your own war…the more intensely he would listen. Usually the more chattier the person, the more annoying they are to him. But listening to you just felt…different. Especially since you don’t seem to be a resident of Nevada at all. Which was…interesting. YOU were interesting. The moment Hank laid his eyes on your form towering easily over the fence that prevented him from tactically getting some distance from the AAHW agents that swarmed the area, he felt his heartbeat thundering in his chest. If you were hostile, he was sure as HELL going to die to you. Being injured and out of ammunition was two terrible combinations. But instead of taking him down or performing some other hostile maneuver, you merely looked at him then slinked away. Hank was both confused and intrigued, yet he was still cautious. He waited for a moment to see if it came back before leaving the alley entirely and finding the trail of blood and cracked pavement an easy way to track down the thing that had saved his life. After tracking you down, he followed to see just WHO you worked for. The Auditor? The AAHW? Nexus Core? Jeb? Maybe even that DAMN CLOWN, Tricky? Yet, the longer he followed, the more he realized that you were just aimlessly wandering the abandoned sector of Nexus City. So if you were merely wandering around…then that meant you had no faction to return to. So he kept following until you finally confronted him. That’s where they were going now. Back to the SQ HQ. You were a valuable ally if you were able to make agents run at the mere SIGHT of you. Speaking of which. Those 3 agents that got away are no doubt running home to tell the rest of the AAHW what they saw…even worse, tell the AUDITOR of what they saw. If you fell into rival hands…it would be officially over for SQ. So it was best to get his new ‘ally’ somewhere safer. Talking passed the time as you both slowly leave the confines of the city. Hank leading the way as he takes you back to HQ. The buildings of Nexus City dwindled out. Giving way to rocks and desert. The two of you carried on, even if Hank could hear the laborious breathing that was starting to come from your exhausted form. While it wasn’t the main hub for SQ, there was an outpost where he and his allies took up residence regularly. It wasn’t too far from Nexus City. Pretty soon, the building itself comes into sight and Hank points it out after you both have been walking for a while in a much more comfortable silence. “There.” He states. “That’s HQ.” He explains, to which you nod in understanding. You both approach the building at a steady pace and it is only now that you realize that the windows were vibrating to your footfalls. Huh. You must’ve been pretty big to make a building of that size react to your weight. It made you mentally wonder if the other buildings in the city also reacted that way. Hank seemed unbothered by the vibrations, seeing as he’s been walking next to you the whole time, as he knocks on the front door of the HQ in a specific rhythm. It takes a few moments, but another ‘grunt’ is seen opening the door. This one was supporting a visor hat, bandages around their head, a headset with a mic, a white tank top, a black blazer overcoat, and dark pants with combat boots. It even had a cigarette hanging out of their mouth. It seemed to take a moment to realize who was at the door before it revealed a mouth full of sharp teeth, which was surprising. However, before they greet Hank, their eyes trailed behind him and landed on your form that wasn’t too far behind Hank. Towering over the entrance easily and casting it in a shadow. Their mouth suddenly drops open, comically dropping the cig from their mouth. A brief pause happens before they suddenly shout. “HANK, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??” The new grunt yells, their voice also having a masculine tone to it. So you just assume the new grunt is also a male. “New recruit.” Hank states bluntly.

“NEW RECRUIT??! What the fuck do you–” “Where’s Doc?” Hank rudely cuts in, stunning the new grunt. “Hank, don’t pull my fucking leg. What is that thing?” The new grunt continues. “Where. Is. Doc?” Hank presses, his deep baritone voice getting a bit more menacing. The new grunt shifts his gaze to you and back to Hank a couple of times before he just shakes his head in complete defeat as he waves his hands. “Alright, Alright! I’ll go get him!” After which, the grunt disappears back inside, letting out a loud series of coughs as he does so and Hank turns back to you. Giving you a reassuring nod, to which you understand and decided to patiently wait for ‘Doc’. From the name alone, you guessed that he must be their medic. What a relief. Hopefully he can do something about those bullets in your leg. – So now this is where you currently find yourself. Sitting in an open part of the warehouse, to which you had to crawl through a garage door to enter, sitting on the floor with your leg propped up on a small stretcher that was bowing under the weight and this ‘Doc’ currently working on your wounds. Hank was standing near you and Doc, watching the treatment go underway, as well as waiting for his turn so he can get his own wounds treated from his encounter with the AAHW goons. You have become acquainted with the residences of this abode while you were getting ready to get patched up by their medic. The one that answered the door and was sporting the hat was called ‘Deimos’. Then there was another slightly taller grunt that was built heavier than Deimos that was also sticking close to the others for the time being. He sported a bandana, black shades, black cargo pants, some bandages around his waist, black combat boots, and had a mouth just like Deimos. Except he had a protruding-lip that gave him an expression similar to a grimace. He was also shirtless and very ripped. His name was known as ‘Sanford’. Then the doctor himself or what the other grunts call “2BDamned” which was kinda funny to you. If not also a little bit adorable. The doctor sported a black mask that covered most of his face, with red tinted lenses that shared a similarity to Hank’s goggles, except with a magnifying unit attached to it. The lower half of his face was covered in bandages. He was wearing a black coat, a smokey gray button undercoat, and black pants with combat boots. It seemed to you that ‘Grunts’ had some type of dress code…or a certain aesthetic that they all liked. Black, Gray, and Red seem to turn up a lot in their appearances. As of currently, you were just trying to get your mind off of the fact that the doctor was digging an embedded bullet out of your flesh.

You then let out a whimper as you feel one of the bullets in your leg get successfully pulled out by the Doctor. Who huffs as he sets it aside on a large medical tray. Deimos lets out a whistle. “Daaaamn…look at the size of that bullet! It’s like the size of my two hands put together!” He says, gesturing to the bullet that was sitting on the tray covered in blood. The Doctor merely lets out a tired-sounding huff. “Yes…and despite their size, they are much harder to get out than I first expected. There are still about two more in your limb, so please be still while I continue to remove them.” Doc states, not even waiting for a response before he’s digging after another bullet. “Yes–err–Doc. Do what you need to do.” You cringe, yet force yourself to stay still. Despite your leg twitching widely in protest. You could only bite the metaphorical bullet and deal with it. It was painful, even with the local anesthetic that was applied to the afflicted area. Still, this was better than laying out in the desert to slowly bleed to death. You were thankful for the medic, but only one little dude needed to be thanked for the medical treatment, though. Sighing in relief, you look over at Hank. “Thanks for leading me to Doc, Hank. I really owe you one.” You say genuinely, which seems to make Hank pause before he nods. “Mhhm.” He grunts in acknowledgment. He then turns to look up towards your eyes. His gaze was strangely determined. “You’ve received medical attention. In return, you’ll join SQ.” He states incredibly bluntly, to which you give him a rather dumbfounded look and the rest of the team seem to pause to process his sudden proposal. The Doctor could be heard sighing in exasperation. “Quite the recruiter, aren’t you Hank?” Doc says sarcastically, pulling out another bullet as you whimper and hiss through your teeth in response. “Yeah. Blunt much, big guy?” Deimos snarks, taking a puff of his cig in response to Hank’s glare. “They should.” Hank argues. “Can you at least ask the human if they want to join first? Or at least consult the rest of your team beforehand?” Sanford, who finally spoke up, pauses in his cleaning of a large hook-like weapon to look at Hank. “They need to.” Hank continues, standing his ground. “Why? Because they need some stitching and bullets pulled out?” Deimos argues as he takes another puff of his cig. “We literally just met them!” Hank shakes his head. “Auditor.” He growls out. That word alone made the rest of the group pause and almost seem to catch on to why Hank was so adamant about getting you to join SQ. There was a brief moment of silence before the doctor finally broke it.

“I…see. That is a very valid reason.” The Doctor speaks slowly. He then flicks his gaze up to the human in question. “If he did get a hold onto such an asset, SQ would have a harder time completing our missions.” He states. The other two, Deimos and Sanford, share a look of realization as they take a moment to ponder. Hank merely sat near the human, his pose confident and unmoving. Taking pride in the fact that, yes, he was right. For once, at least. If you decided to join the AAHW or Nexus Core, SQ would be in danger. This wasn’t an assumption, this was a hard and cold fact. You merely flicked your eyes to each individual member. A puzzled look very evident on your face. “Who’s this…’Auditor’, you speak of?” You inquire, to which the members of SQ all look up to you. “Ah, that’s right. You’re not aware of such things as ‘The Employers’ or their factions. Nevada is a very complicated place. There are constant struggles for power and in the height of these battles, the world of Nevada crumbled around them.” Doc explains, pausing in his digging to look up at you. “He’s a total cocksucker! He keeps secrets and oppresses the masses with a shitstorm of propaganda through bullshit ‘unity’. Which is actually dictatorship. He also keeps trying to kill off Hank over there. As he’s the one that started the AAHW in the first place.” Deimos adds on. “He’s pretty much THE biggest bad that we know of. Next to Tricky, who Hank has tangled with on a few occasions. We assume he has ties to the drives we seek and the information we need, so we’re “faction rivals” in a sense.” Sanford elaborates. “A fucking piece of shit that I want to tear to pieces.” Hank snarls out aggressively. Well…none of that was a positive outlook, so that must mean the Auditor is a threat. At the very least, he is seen as an enemy and for reasons that are merely too complicated for you to understand at the moment. “That’s why you need to join us.” Hank continues, his gaze flicking back over to you. “Well…” You trail off, your mind thinking about it for a moment. “I guess I can join. I have nowhere else to go and I do owe you for helping me out. Besides, it beats just aimlessly wandering the desert until the day I die.” “So, you want to join us then?” Sanford asks, his tone almost seeming hopeful. “I don’t see why not. It can give me a purpose and a motivation to do something. So I’ll join if you’ll have me.” You smile, cringing a bit as Doc pulls out the final bullet and lets out a huff. “Well. At least my supplies weren’t wasted in vain. I would rather patch up a teammate than a flaky wanderer with no faction. If you want to officially join our group, you’ll have to be added to my system and give me a rundown on your skill sets.” Doc explains. You nod automatically. “Yes sir.” You say as you nod. It might’ve been the trick of the light, but you could’ve sworn that there was a slight red dusting on the doctors’ face as he clears his throat slightly. “Yes, well. First, I have to patch up Hank’s wounds. After that, we’ll begin your recruitment process.” The Doctor says, applying a large glob of external disinfectant to your wounds and flushing the insides out with a large amount of saline. He wipes his brow with a disembodied hand and sighs. Picking up the decently-sized bucket that was filled with the external disinfectant and sitting under the stretcher. Setting it onto the medical table with a huff. “There. Your bullet wounds are treated. I don’t have bandages big enough for your leg, without causing excess waste, so you’ll be using an external disinfectant to keep them clean. Use this 2 times a day and keep the wounds fairly clean. You’ll come to see me every 3 days to wash the wounds out. Stay off the leg until further notice.” The Doctor recites to you as you listen intently. “Yes sir!” You acknowledge and take the bucket of external disinfectant from the medical table. It was like a small tupperware bucket and you couldn’t help but smile at the size of it sitting in the palm of your hand. You happily place it into your cargo pack while Doc beckons for Hank to come take a seat in a chair that was close to where your leg was treated. “Your turn, Hank.” The Doc grunts, to which Hank stands up from his place at your side and walks over. Sitting down in the chair and begins to undress the coat that draped over his body as Doc gathers the medical supplies and changes gloves. You watch with interest as the Doc steadily treats Hank while Deimos and Sanford seem to be having a conversation that involves a mission that you had no idea about. There was merely idle conversation and it was…strangely calming. Even now that your leg was stinging and numb, at least you had received medical aid and didn’t die.

But now, you seem to be getting involved in something much bigger than you could’ve ever thought of. Now you were a part of a faction and, similar to how things operated in your world, when you were no longer neutral, you were either an enemy or an ally. Apparently, you were now siding with these guys and they had a rival known as “Auditor”. Which usually just meant someone that did audits or banking. So…maybe it had something to do with the suited grunts you saw earlier? Was the Auditor like some big bad capitalist? A rich snob? A kingpin? It made your mind wonder…but Hank was with this faction. One that willingly helped you…so maybe you made the right choice to join them. Only time would truly tell. Soon, Hank was patched and Sanford disappeared into a kitchen-esque area to prepare some dinner for the group. Hank was sporting new bandages and stitches and merely heaved himself over to the couch in the middle of the warehouse. Deimos was working in the far corner of the workshop on something you couldn’t really decipher. Finally, Doc and yourself were finishing up ‘processing’ your recruitment. Which was mostly him requiring questions to be answered that involved history, skills, techniques, and known equipment you have on your person.

Some of your answers seemed to fluster him for a bit. Such as you insisting you knew how to drive, use various guns, use melee weapons, hand-to-hand combat, and even essential survival skills. You didn’t go to bootcamp for nothing, after all. After a bit, Doc lets out a relieved sound as the device he was fiddling with let out a ping. Which seemed to grab the attention of both Hank, Deimos, and even yourself. “Alright. Your recruitment has been finalized. You’re now an official member of SQ. You’ll be paired up with teammates on missions at first until you get more familiar with Nevada. I would provide you with a comm…but they don’t really make them in…your size. You’re bigger than any MAG agent I've seen, so we’ll have to find a work around for that. Other than that issue, you’re good to go. Welcome to SQ.” Doc finalizes as you nod in agreement. “Great to be here.” You smile. “WOOO!!” You both suddenly jump as Deimos shouted excitedly in the background. “Just WAIT until we set you loose onto those AAHW bastards!! They’ll never expect something as big as this!!!” Deimos shouts, pumping his fist in the air. You could only watch Deimos be excited as Doc grumbles and gets up to leave. “Let me know when Sanford finishes dinner. I’ll be in my office.” The medic waves as he leaves the room with the file on yourself stuffed snugly under his arm You merely sit there, watching the rest of the team seemingly getting excited having you on the team. With the exception of Hank, who seemed to be much more contained about his mirth…if he had any at all. You could only smile and watch them from beneath your helmet. I guess this was your new ‘war family’ now. Silently, you wondered what your first mission would be like. It was exciting…but first. You REALLY needed to sleep. So, despite the slight bustle of the room, you merely found a comfortable position to lie down in and curled up a bit to keep yourself warm. A few adjustments and you get comfortable. Your leg laying safely off to the side as your pack made for a makeshift pillow. Between the bloodloss, the walking, and the painful medical treatment, you weren’t all that hungry. Mostly just exhausted. You could hear the others talking nearby, but you paid them no mind. You merely closed your eyes and allowed your body to feel at peace for the time being. You were somewhere safe…and that was good enough for now. You could only silently wonder what the future held for you in this new place you happen to have fallen into by complete accident. Tomorrow was a new day. In no time at all, the world around you faded away and you fell into a dreamless slumber.

[psicodelicahh]

Blood of the ethereal

Phobos x Player!reader

I read the entire master post of the self aware au from @/saltymongoose so I decided to ramble a little bit.

It fit Phobos so I also threw him in there.

I'm sleepy, didn't proof read, and English is not my first language, so I'm sorry in advance if it doesn't makes sense. I don't even know what the fuck this title means.

Enjoy

When Phobos first lays his sights on you is the only time he truly doubts his status as a god, starstruck by such an incomprehensible beauty only an actual holy being is capable of possessing.

The outer worldly Player. Divine. The only creature he has to prove his worth to, the others all beneath him.

Him beneath the Player. The Player above all.

The knowledge of not being one of your vessels mocks him day after day. How dare those lowlifes have the privilege of your attention, how dare they take advantage of your divinity to accomplish such worthless deeds. Your strings should be blessing him instead, a fellow god in the making, the one with the actual meaningful quest to complete.

So anyone could understand his need to know everything about you, from your unique appearance to your personality, your likes and dislikes, if you like Nevada and its inhabitants (not that he cares about this last inquiry, but it's nice to know more about your thoughts). But the more detailed discoveries would come after you start letting him get closer to you.

You are softer than any civilian grunt could ever hope to be, in every way, and it's ironic really, since you are the absolute strongest being in Nevada.

Their skin is thick, resulted from the hostile environment and constant violence, gray to give them a miniscule chance of going unnoticed by the enemy because of the camouflage. So Phobos was taken aback when he first touched you.

Your skin is so soft and thin he can feel your muscles, bones and tendons from the slightest pressure of his fingers, and he fears that you can tear like paper from his touch alone.

You tell him that it's alright, you can handle more than that, since human skin is way more elastic than a grunt's, and pull at the skin of your neck for good measure. It freaks him out, but he'll deny it if you ask.

You are also very colorful.

You have a unique shade that he can't help but stare at, transfixed. That's when he noticed that your veins can be seen in certain parts of your body, painting you with paths of dark blue, purple and green, colors that are rare in his world. Even when he is already certain of your perfection, you manage to surpass it, and now he wants to destroy this world and build a new one using the path of your veins as a blueprint.

Whatever color they appear to be, Phobos believes that is also the color of your blood, because of course the blood of a god would be as unique as their appearance, it's only right. But he can't stop this ugly feeling of jealousy from rearing its head inside his chest, he wants to be more like you and less like the commoners of Nevada. He wants to be worthy of standing by your side and rule this world as a duo of unreachable gods.

But how can he do that if he is so different from you? This frustrates him so much.

It continues frustrating him until you accidentally hurt yourself with a paper cut, staining it red. And while he worries for you, a feeling of relief overtakes him, for his objective is not so unreachable anymore.

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

More 2B x Hank x Reader

I am hungry

Polyamory am i right lol

2B x Reader x Hank

CW: Gore, Hank gets fucked up (when don't they tho), mentions of medical bugs

Doc worried when he needed to send you and Hank out, terrified that the implants in your spine would read [TERMINATED] and he'd have to hurry to anchor your souls and forcefully pull you back to the world of the living.

Hank was a loose canon at the best of times, but adding their much smaller, adorable lover into the fray made them go into reckless overdrive. He would do anything, absolutely anything to shield your body from harm. They were used to it, pain was something they'd come to expect and deal with, but any harm to you would cut deeper than any physical wound would ever.

And that lead to your current situation, you posted up on a chair next to Hank's bed as they deliriously slurred their words, high as a kite on whatever Doc had pumped into his system to quell the pain while he was reattaching a severed arm with small, precise sutures.

You hadn't seen it coming, an attack from behind, yet Hank did. In a split second, he thrust his body in the way, assailant's sword cleaving through his arm instead of your spine. Your back still sustained damage, but nothing nearly as terrible as it could've been.

Hank's giant hand squeezed your tiny one, breaking your reflection on the mission, and despite the delirium, they offered a smile. "Tiny.... Hands."

"Screw the mission!" Sanford barked as he lunged into the driver's seat, you and Deimos helping support Hank's weight as you two climbed into the truck bed. "What little we got will have to do, I ain't riskin' an ass whoopin' from Doc 'cause we let you two get fucked up."

Medical stuff was more of San's field, but so was driving, and a quick get-away was needed right now, with two MAGs thundering out of the base towards the vehicle. Deimos took off one of Hank's many, many decorative belts, and used it as a makeshift tourniquet to try and stop them bleeding out all over the truck because he would have to clean it otherwise.

"I can take them-" Hank tried to sit up and throw his missing arm, but you pushed them back down and chastised them.

"Don't be so stupid Hank, the last thing I need is you getting more hurt." And that settled them down.

Sanford had seen to your back once the four of you arrived home, Doc preoccupied with Hank's more severe injury. "Don't think you'll even need stitches Lucky, just a bloody cut that'll need disinfecting and a bandage."

"Can you move your fingers?" Doc spoke up, and Hank raised their reattached arm, slowly wiggling the digits. "Good, keep it clean or you could get an infection, and I really don't want to have to bring out the medical maggots again."

Doc sighed and rested an arm around your shoulders after taking off his bloodied gloves, mindful of your aching back. "You two will be the death of me, I swear." He took off his mask and sighed again, he looked stressed and tired.

"Sorry sweetheart." You kissed his scarred cheek, and he offered a relaxed smile. "I know it's scary sending us out, but I promise Hank and I will keep each other safe, and be more vigilant."

Doc returned the kiss, taking your chin into his hand and meeting your softer lips with his rougher ones. Hank grunted when your kiss lingered too long. "What about MY kiss?" They grumbled while casting their gaze between you two, now sitting upright.

"Alright Hanky, don't get so butthurt." You giggled, both you and Doc going in to showering him with love too.

[nevadabloodnotes]

Hi! Here’s the link to the Happiness Apotheosis wiki for the protagonist Happy Hank/Skittles, https://herofanon.fandom.com/wiki/Protagonist_(Happiness_Apotheosis) . I’m not the best at explaining things so i can only hope this gives you some more background on them 😅! But overall they are a self-less, giving and overly optimistic person who enjoys giving gifts and spreading love unlike Hank J. Wimbleton, lol. -🫧

Hi! Mod Deimos here! Mod Sanford has handed the writing over to me since they don't know much about Skittles. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Happy Hank/Skittles General/Romantic Headcanons

General

Having been in the hellish wasteland that was Nevada for several years now, you were apprehensive about Skittles' generosity, kindness and all around happy-go-lucky attitude. It wasn't common in a place like this so you were hesitant on taking the present he offered to you as a greeting.

Over time though, he grew on you seeing as he wasn't much of a threat to you.

You found that he didn't have anywhere to call home so you invited him to live in your place to help keep a roof over this absolute bean's head.

Whenever you come back from supply runs or personal missions, Skittles welcomes you back with such joy in his voice and usually giving a gift of some sorts, whether it be snacks, clothing, new weapons (though those are rare for him to give), etc. Sometimes when you've had a particularly rough day, Skittles is more than happy to give you a friendly massage to help ease your aching muscles and joints.

Overall, you've helped improve eachothers lives, far better than before, though you couldn't help this odd feeling you've developed around Skittles after being around him for so long.

Romantic

Oddly enough, it was you who initiated the conversation between you and Skittles about a possible relationship, confessing your feelings to him (though very awkwardly). Might've damaged your hearing a bit from how loud and high-pitched Skittles' squeal was at hearing your confession.

Regardless, Skittles was determined to be the best damn boyfriend he could be to you.

He did all the usual things he did, but he did it with a lot more compassion and love than before, he even added morning and after work kisses into the mix (you always made sure to stick around for those).

He's very understanding of his partner's needs and wants, especially during that time of the month, whatever you wish for he'll do everything he can to get it for you.

A certain hard-to-get snack? Not a problem. A particular movie that you just couldn't find, Skittles will find it. Weird cravings? He doesn't care as long it won't hurt you.

Needless to say, Skittles is a very loving, caring, and respectful partner and you're glad he came into your life. He was the best gift you've ever had.

[writersmilex]

My Only Friend

Anonymous asked:  hi smilex nice to see you again, can i ask a scenario where hank and reader knew each other before hank became well... a murderer? basically reader was hank's only friend and they were very close, over time hank begins to have a crush on reader but he couldn't confess until the fateful day came with the boombox accident and from there they parted ways but after years they meet again

___ Nice to See you too... ‘I don’t know who you are’ Here is the request, Tumblr is always screwing me over one way or other and now I can’t respond to my asks.  Here it is!

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Hank Wimbleton X Fem | Reader

Summary: Just before the crimson skies, Hank had a friend. You were the only friend he had at the time. _____________________________________

(Art Belongs to Rightful Owner)

"It sounds like fun, you should try it." Your eyes gleam with intrigue as you point at the flyer for a volleyball tournament. Hank crosses his arms and huffs in annoyance. "I don't want to." He growls, by this time Hank's crappy moods hardly threaten you. "You want more friends, right?" You reason with the stoic man beside you. He doesn't answer and looks away from you. Yeah... He does want more friends, but he just doesn't know how. He has an intimidating stature, and stoic expression acts rather aggressively at times and making friends difficult for someone like him.

"Tell you what, we go together." You say, taking a pen from a string to write your name neatly on the flyer. "(Y/n)..." Hank tries to reason, but he knows there is no point in reasoning with you. "Fine..." He agrees and takes the pen from you to write down his own name, right under yours. You look at Hank and beam at him, the brightest gaze he has ever seen, it could blind him if your face produced light like that. "Awesome!" You laugh with glee, Hank just huffs in annoyance once again. "Whatever..." He grumbles. He feels you tug on his arm. "I'm thirsty, come on let's get a drink." You're not strong enough to pull Hank out of balance, but that will change soon as you have been working out lately. Hank follows along with everything you want to do. He has nothing better to do anyway. And you're always so hyper and like to do things that end up being very fun for him always. Even though he will never admit it out loud, he doesn't have to because you always seem to be ideally in tune with his mood every time. ~~~~ The volleyball tournament was indeed fun, doesn't matter if you were good at it or not. You personally thought you did well. You noticed Hank acting a little looser after the games, he had fun as well. If you squint you can see him smiling slightly. "See? What did I tell you?" You ask playfully, patting your friend on his arm. Hank lets out a low chuckle, "It was alright..." He replies that means he had fun. His response only makes you gleam brighter. You cheer with a little jump, "See? I knew it would be fun!" You skip alongside your stoic friend. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, as he slanders along with whatever you want to do. You're the best at finding fun things to do in his opinion. ~~~~ Hank started to feel strange around you for reasons that are still unclear to him. Seeing you happy made him happy, he did everything just to please you, he'd even do murder for you if you asked. Anything... Anything to make you happy. That smile of yours makes his day brighter. As far as he knows his life is very mediocre, and you make it better. He wants to see you every day to bring colour to his grey world. There is a place, Hank's favourite place in the park where he can find some peace. By the tree, it is a very serene place for him, ever since he was little he went there to be alone, as none of the other kids wanted to play with him back then. He didn't have friends back then, but now he has! He has you! His best friend and his only friend. He almost feels protective of you, and you don't have any enemies whatsoever! Perhaps some people find your bright and bubbly nature annoying, but that's normal he assumes. You can't get everyone on earth to like and respect you, no matter what you do. But he likes you but isn't really sure how he could show you that. So, he's going to show you his favourite place. "Are we there yet?" You ask for the fifth time. "We're really almost there," Hank repeats for the fifth time. You don't reply this time, merely holding your own hands behind your back as you trail behind Hank. You're usually the one with the plans for fun activities, and how he's the one with an idea and you don't want to ruin this for him. So you'll go with everything he wants now, just to make your friend happy. "This is a really nice place though, very tranquil." Your comment on the grassy fields of the park, There are not as many trees around as he remembered from when he was little, but his favourite tree is still the in the same place as it should be. "The quietness helps me think," Hank explains as he comes to a stop by the tree. "I can imagine that," you reply and keep looking around the fields. The park is rather crowded today, many people around and you saw one guy in the distance walking around with a boombox. "I like to just stand here and enjoy the silence... If I can..." Hank explains as he takes a stance, crossing his arms. He gives the random guy with the boombox a side glare.  Hank never like that genre of music anyway, not to mention that it's rather distressing, such loud music in a place that's supposed to be peaceful. "I'm really thirsty, I'm getting a drink by the bakery. Do you want anything?" You ask your friend as you point in the general direction to the bakery that is right outside of the park's fields. "Just a soda." Hank requests with a dismissive wave of the hand. You nod and smile at your friend and skip off to get drinks. ~~~~ Hank waits for you to return, feeling a little tense at the loud music getting closer to him. The boombox guy is really getting on his nerves by now. Destroying his zen moment with that obnoxious music. It's clear that the boombox guy is not stopping on his own, so Hank has to do something about it himself. He walks around the tree and approaches the guy, "Hey, could you turn it down?" He asks as politely as he could. But instead is met with a rough push that causes him to stumble and lose his balance, falling on the grass. "This is a public place, I can do what I want!" The guy says matter-of-factly. Now Hank is angered enough to get physical with this guy, and he does. It was madness that day... ~~~~ Hank hasn't seen you since that fateful day with the boombox, it feels like he lost a piece of himself, which he might as well has. Nothing has been the same since that day... a day he curses still. The crimson sky doesn't change how he is feeling, as he looks over a war-torn city with very little left from the rooftop of the building where he and his comrades have taken shelter, a light breeze brushes by. But a part of him also wishes he never sees you again, you might think he's a monster. And he would agree with you if you did think that. His only friend that has been missing for what feels like years. He has kept you a secret from his comrades in the force, even Doc is not aware of your existence. Your memory is only his to cherish closely to what the last pinch of innocence remains in the endless void that he calls a heart. He still misses you so dearly, even when he can hardly remember your face. He is really conflicted about what he is feeling: He wants you back, but he doesn't. If he could meet you now, everything would change again. What if you weren't even alive? That thought saddens him. If you were out there somewhere, he hopes that you can survive. And meet him again one day. _____________________________________

There, I hope this is something that you want. It's very light-hearted, but it feels kind of bland, to be honest.

Anyway, there is nothing else much I think I could add to this.

Thanks for reading.❤️

- Smilex🙂

[krystalkitdemi]

Reunion

Inspired by the wiritngs of @yanderes-galore

This is a female reader, since I can only do female readers. :) Zombie and violence warning

You were still trying to understand what was happening. Before you was a zed. A zed that was wearing a labcoat and heart printed boxer shorts. His hair looked like bright orange clown hair. This zombified person was violently shaking as he turned to you. His face was hidden by an iron mask, so you could not tell what kind of expression he had, if any. The streetsign he held was stained with both new and old blood. You were just looking for supplies and went to your father's old lab out of habit. You were not expecting to see a zombiefied clown in your father's lab. The lit monitors showed the halls that you had just walked through. This thing had been watching you the entire time. Your breath was shaky as you took a step back. The zed stepped closer to you. Reaching out a hand that was clawed and vibrating. He seemed to vibrate more and more violently with every step towards you. You had heard rumors of a clown zed that terrorizes anyone he came across, playing with them before brutally killing them.

You quickly left, exiting the door you had come in. You could hear the clown screech as soon as you fled. Your footsteps thumped through the halls. You should not have gone to the lab, you should have went to the apartment instead. You could at least handle bandits, zeds are another problem entirely. Your heart was pounding as you were getting closer to the door at the end of the hallway. Right before you could reach it, your shirt was grabbed and you were pulled to the ground. That green skinned, clawed hand had grabbed you. The zombie clown was now dragging you back towards the lab. You could hear his giggling under the mask he wore. The hand that had you in its grasp was tight as a vicegrip. You yelled at the thing to let you go. He did not oblige. You pulled out the pistol that your father had gotten you and took aim at the clown. He noticed your action and threw you against the wall with a huge amount of force while growling in a familiar yet warped voice. The wind was knocked out of your lungs. You let out a yelp from the pain. The zed watched as you fell to the floor. You tried again to aim at the monster to shoot him. He stepped on your wrist to stop you and pried the firearm from your hand. His clawed and gnarled hands brushed over your hair before once again grabbing you and lifting your body up. You felt shooting pains as he moved you. The clown threw the firearm down the hall and dragged you back to the lab. You saw that the wall now had a bit of a dent in it where you had impacted. He finally spoke.

"Can't hurt clown. Come back to lab like a good girl."

He pulled you back into the lab and dropped you a little roughly onto a office chair. The zombie clown wandered over to a pile of items in the corner of the lab. He seemed to be searching for something. You took the time while clown was distracted to catch your breath. You did not have many more weapons concealed on your person, save for a combat knife that you had gotten from a pair of mercenaries that you crossed paths with. But it seemed dangerous to try and attack that thing, especially how violently he reacted to a gun being pointed at it. 'I need to try to make a quiet escape,' You thought and finally caught your breath. Your body felt cooler after having oxygen fill your lungs once more. The clown was distracted, Searching and chattering to himself. A glitched and warping voice chattered behind that mask. You could have sworn he said your name a few times in his nonsensical rambling. The clown looked back at you every so often to see if you were still there. He was shaking more than before, was he angry or anticipating something? You got up from the office chair when he looked back to his task, silently walking backwards from him. You put as much distance as you could between you and the clown. Fortune was not on your side as your arm knocked into one of your father's picture frames that sat on one of the desks in the lab. The frame clattered to the floor, the sharp noise alerted the clown of your movement. You looked down at the frame before feeling a hot breeze on your cheek. The air stank with a rotting stench as you looked up to see the zombie clown was inches away from your face. He was vibrating even more vioelntly than before. The sign in his hand was clattering against the floor from the motions.

"Pick up after yourself, y/n."

The clown waited for you to pick up the frame before grabbing your arm to drag you back to the office chair you were in before.

"Sit. Don't move."

You were made to sit back down and the clown went back to searching, muttering and giggling all the while. You could still hear his giggles and mutters as you looked at the frame in your hands. It was a photo of you and your father, Dr. Hofnarr. Alongside you and your father was the man you called your uncle, Dr. Jebidiah Cristoff and several other scientists of the Nexus. It was a much simpler time then, the only thing you worried about was whether or not your father had a good day at work or what to eat for dinner. You set the picture down on the desk near you and saw the clown standing before you again. A box in his hands.

"It's your present! I wanted to give this to you but then everything happened."

You cautiously took the box and opened it. It was the book set and collaspible rifle you wanted. You saw the card on the box and your eyes widened a bit. 'from dad'

You stood up, dropping the box and backing away quickly. Your father left you the present he meant to give you on your birthday all those years ago. But the words of the zombie made you look back at him. His body was shaking, but you could make out your own father's body shape from the mangled and repaired flesh. The nametag that was attached to the labcoat was your father's as well. This thing was your father. The reanimated remains of your father was the monster clown you kept hearing about from bandit stragglers and M.E.R.C. Agents. Your adreniline was wearing off, causing the pain of that impact from before to be felt. You kept backing away as your father's remains kept stalking forward, closer to you. "No, Stay back!," you yelled at the monster. The clown did not care for your fear or distress. He kept coming closer. You turned and ran once more. Into the hall and through a door. However, you soon realize your mistake as some of the still lingering experiments that your father was overseeing were still around. People mangled and ripped of their very self. You took out your knife to fight these things, these abominations off as well as your could by stabbing and breaking their necks. Your injury was slowing you down, the pain causing your vision to go blurry. The Monsters seem to surround you as you began to lose the energy you had once. 'Is this how I die?,' you thought as you felt an abomination bite you then throw you to the ground. The monster was about to attack again when a streetsign was sliced through the monster's skull cleanly.

"YOU ARE DEAD FOR HURTING HER!"

The monster clown had followed you. The clown made quick work of the other things in that room before dragging you right back to the lab. He was muttering all the while about how he couldn't protect his little girl before, so he should now. You were being held against his chest as he kept muttering and shaking. The clown's claws held your head and ran his hand over his hair. He sat down in the middle of the lab with you in his lap.

"Dad is here. I'll make sure nobody will hurt you. You'll be safe again. I promise that anyone who looks at you will suffer."

Your father was going to protect you since the world was too dangerous for you now.