#madness combat doc x reader

[nevadancitizen]

-> FASCINATION WITH THE ORDINARY

synopsis: your world is vastly different from the nevada native to madness combat. after the main three + 2bdamned get transported to your world, they each find things that fascinate them.

word count: 2.5k

characters: hank, deimos, sanford, 2bdamned, player! reader

trigger warnings: ehh slight yandere/obsession but could also be read as super heavy pining if you're not into that lol

notes: madness combat fandom arise. madness combat fandom come back to me (also set in @/saltymongoose 's self-aware au)

For the sake of consistency, let’s imagine that the Player lives in a big, lonely, woodsy and plain-sy plot of land. There’s little to no outside human interaction, and lots of animals wandering through the area with a river running through it. For the wildlife, I’m basing it on the American South because I’ve lived here my entire life and know how they act.

SUNSETS & SUNRISES

2BDamned would be the most entranced, since he has the most memories from before the fall and before Hank killed the sun. He’s an early riser by nature (since his body has conditioned him so he’s mostly overworked and under-rested, as unhealthy as it is), so he leans more towards the beauty of a sunrise, towards the light that starts to paint the dark sky with hazy orange shades and rosy hues. He likes breathing in the crisp air and the way it almost sends a shock through his lungs.

But the sun stirs a lingering feeling of nostalgia, though, for the way things were before everything fell to madness. Doc tries his best not to let the thoughts get the better of him as you slip through the front door and out onto the front porch, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. 

God, he could imagine staying like this forever: just you, him, a beautiful sunrise, and coffee. Surely the way you pay attention to him, the way you get up extra early to watch the sunrise, the way you doctor his coffee just right – they’re all examples of how you care for him, just as he cares for you. But for now, he’ll just bide his time, blowing the steam off the surface of his coffee and purring, soft and raspy, both at the taste and because of your company.

But that doesn’t stop the others from appreciating the astounding view at dusk, because Sanford and Deimos are more partial to sunsets after long days. They like lounging in the adirondack chairs set up around the fire pit, cracking open a few beers, and simply relaxing with you. (Don’t worry, Sanford will gather firewood and Deimos will set it alight if it’s a little too cold for your taste.)

They’re fresher clones, so they don’t remember the sun well, if at all. They both always go quiet when the sun starts to dip below the horizon. Sanford props his tea sunglasses on top of his head and Deimos sets his cigarette in the ashtray as they both stare at the way the light turns the clouds purple and paints the sky with pink streaks. It stirs something sad in your heart – both of these men are pushing and just over the cusp of thirty, yet they don’t know the simple sweetness of a sunset. 

But as soon as night overtakes the sky, they both turn their attention back to you. Deimos makes some suave comment about your beauty being nothing in the face of a sunset in that rumbling, smooth voice of his, and Sanford gives him a pointed glare. Sanford points out that your beauty and the beauty of nature are two whole different things, but keeps showering you with not-so-inadvertent compliments, leaving you flustered and blushing from both grunt’s words.

Hank is somewhat of an anomaly with this one. All of the grunt’s biological clocks are absolutely porked from their time without a sun, but Hank’s affected the worst by far. (That, and he doesn’t really care for the sun. He literally slaughtered it.) Therefore, he’s more privy to waking up in the middle of the night and dragging you onto the roof to look at the stars. 

He likes laying on his back with you on his chest, pointing out the brightest stars and asking you questions about them. (He doesn’t really care, he just likes hearing your voice.) He loves your vivid descriptions of the constellations and how you describe them in intricate ways. To Hank, they’re just sparkly, unreachable dots in the sky, but it seems like, to you, they’re beautiful: like millions of silver nails driven into a dome of dark blue velvet. 

He savors the moments like these the most, when you’re alone with him. There’s no sound except for the crickets and dog-day cicadas and spring peepers and your voice and Hank’s sputtering purring. Honestly, it’s as it should be – without those other pesky dipshits ruining your time together. (Well, he can tolerate Doc, but that annoying extraction team could go fuck themselves for all he cared.)

ENTERTAINMENT

Sanford hates being lazy. He hates feeling like he’s not doing anything useful, even if he’s being useful by resting. The only real way to make him sit down and stop moving is by trapping him on the couch, laying your head in his lap, and turning on the TV. (Even if, for the first thirty minutes, he’s too focused on you and your body heat and how fast his heart is beating to even consider looking at the TV.)

But the thing he loves watching the most isn’t any sort of movie with amazing cinematography or show with riveting writing – it’s infomercials. Specifically, infomercials from the 90’s to the late 2000’s. He likes seeing what things could’ve been like if there was no madness in Nevada, because things are oddly peaceful (at least, to him) in your world. Billy Mays and Cathy Mitchell make him wonder about domestic life with you (even if the Jupiter Jack and the Xpress Redi-Set-Go are completely obsolete by now), and how these little gadgets would make your life together supposedly go smoother.

He likes combing his claws carefully through your hair as you both watch these people play up how useful these obviously useless inventions are. He tries to avert his eyes and act interested in the TV as you look up at him and point out how the Red Devil Grill was recalled because it got so hot it collapsed and caused fires, but can’t. He just can’t keep his eyes off you when you look up at him so sweetly, and can you blame him? You just make his face so warm and his heart beat so fucking fast…

Deimos has always had a fascination with electronics, but it’s mostly been from a tactical and weaponized standpoint. But he’s discovered (well, really, you introduced him to) video games. He absolutely loves curling up into your side, purring and providing commentary as he watches you play. (Because, despite his trying, he hasn’t really gotten a hang of the controls yet.)

He loves more story-fueled games with characters he can really get attached to. He likes investing himself in things and people that don’t actually affect him, because seeing your favorite character go through dire straits or even die hurts for a little while, but it’s nothing compared to seeing someone get eviscerated right in front of you. And, yeah, he totally cried when Arthur Morgan died (and totally played it up so that you’d comfort him). 

He also likes draping himself over you in the middle of a boss fight, wriggling and nuzzling into your cheek, causing you to giggle, lose focus, and, obviously, die. He strings together half-hearted apologies through his raspy purring, but he’s not really sorry. More deaths means more time spent with him, and internally, he’s completely and honestly unapologetic for his underhanded tactics. 

Due to the nature of his administrative role, Doc spends a lot of time in front of screens. He likes to unplug and unwind by reading, no doubt with a straight-up hazardous amount of coffee by his side. He prefers reading with you with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, whether you’re also reading or working on something else. Though he’s inexperienced (and sometimes even shy) with these types of things, he’s more than happy to ease into affectionate touches and romance that kills his common sense with you. 

His tastes are often cheap, but when he earns enough dough, he likes to splurge on second-hand college anatomy textbooks. No, he’s not planning on going to university, but he wants to know the inner workings of the human system (and, therefore, the inner workings of you). He also likes speculative biology and seeing what humans think about other intelligent species potentially being out there.

He would absolutely be elated (though he tries his best to hide it) if you took his interests seriously and discussed them with him. He tries to keep you in his makeshift office and away from the others so you can continue to spend this precious alone time with him, but that doesn’t stop the red-hot flare of jealousy as one of the others bursts in with a childish ask about something that should be obvious. (Of fucking course you wouldn’t want to go for a walk, Deimos, have you seen the weather out? Leave you and him alone!)

Obviously Hank would love gorefest and splatter film movies because of his all-encompassing and absolute love for carnage, and he’d love them even more if you got scared and hid yourself in his shoulder or chest. It’s clear that he’s your strongest and most capable vessel, so he clearly agrees with your choice to choose him as your protector (even if that choice is based on an instinctive need to hide). 

He also loves WWE and MMA fighting. When given the choice, he opts for MMA because it’s real and bloody and he prefers seeing people push themselves to their absolute limit rather than some predetermined fight that serves a higher storyline. (But, then again, he really likes the clip of Undertaker breaking into Paul Bearer’s house during an interview and throwing a cabinet at him because, what the fuck? He’s never thought of that before! Using things from the environment when out of weapons instead of his fists could be an improvement. Maybe he can learn a thing or two from these fake fighters…)

And, yes, if you give him access to Twitter he will turn your entire timeline into those backyard fight videos and dashcam car crashes. He doesn’t mean to, it just happens.

ANIMALS

Being a natural night owl, Deimos loves keeping a lookout for what critters come out at night. When he’s on the front porch with you, smoking a cigarette and waving away mosquitoes, he makes sure to keep an eye out for weird and unusual wildlife. (While pressed against your side and purring loudly, no doubt.)

He likes watching the whip-poor-wills swoop down and catch the moths that swarm around the overhead porch lights. Yes, he will try to catch one, but backs off when you tell him to. Instead, he opts for digging in the dirt to find beetles and grubs to toss up in the air for the small birds to catch. He will kinda feel bad if the beetles hit the ground but will continue to throw them to the birds when you tell him insects are basically immune to fall damage, so… no harm, no foul.

He’s also absolutely enamored by raccoons. He likes throwing food to them from the safety of the porch and watching them eat with their little grabby hands. He’s very reckless so, despite your warnings, he’ll try to squirrel one away inside the house. (He does this multiple times and, without fail, gets bitten each time. 2B has given him multiple rabies shots after shooing the raccoons out with a broom.)

Speaking of Doc, he enjoys going out in nature and finding decaying things just to see how many buzzards arrive. He excuses it with something about wanting to see if decomposition works the same across both your world and his, but he secretly finds some relation with the birds – something about being deliverers and arbiters and negators of death. (Though the last one really only applies to him.)

He also likes the rare sightings of wild horses. He’ll go out of his way to (carefully, shyly) rouse you from whatever you’re doing to go take a look at the majestic beasts, and he’ll be even more excited if there’s a foal wandering between the stocky legs of the adults. 

He just barely brushes his fingers against yours as you both stand on the edge of the treeline and watch them graze. Seeing the foal break from the herd, kick out and tumble and fall over and immediately get back up sparks… something in his heart. A vision. Just you, just him, linked pinkies, and a future together, with this warm feeling in his chest.

Hank really likes the more dangerous creatures. He gets along well with cottonmouth and other venomous snakes (and “gets along well” really means that they’re mean as can be and strike as often as possible while he just holds them and smiles at you). 

If you don’t keep a close enough eye on him, he’ll wander off and try to provoke larger animals, like bobcats. To him, they’re just tiny little pussycats, even if they pose a real threat and could kill him. Please don’t let him go too far, because if he comes across a bear, he will try to wrestle it, and Doc doesn’t like having to do emergency surgery on the island countertop in your kitchen. 

On multiple occasions, he’s come back to the house after being missing for hours, reeking of skunk spray. He just purrs happily as you tell him to strip and hold still as you spray him down with the hose.

Sanford is way calmer with his interactions with wildlife. He likes sitting on the dock with you and watching the fish swim by (because he’s impressed both by the fish and by the river – he’s never seen water in such great quantity!) Set him up with a hook, lure, and line and he’ll be entertained for hours. Though he struggles a bit with making streamers and fishing knots due to his big hands and claws, he’s more than patient when you teach him (mostly because he gets to spend time with you). 

When he’s fishing, he likes to look around and observe – mostly because fishing is a waiting game. His favorite visitors are herds of whitetail deer, especially when summer is in full swing and the fawns are ready to start exploring. They remind him of his family, mainly because of the way the does don’t really care which fawn is theirs, just that each is getting enough milk. You point at them and discuss them with him in small whispers because you don’t want to spook them. 

Again, it reminds him of his want for a domestic life with you. Just basking in the mottled sun that seeps through the trees, dipping your bare feet in the cool river water as a catfish tugs on the line – it’s all he wants, really. Now if he could just get the rest of the grunts to leave you alone… excluding Deimos, of course.

[chestertophat]

You fall asleep on the ride home from a mission with them

The reason that you all didn't get a heads up for this one is because I wrote it in one day, I'm so out of practice 🥲

Hank

I personally don't think he would have even noticed that you fell asleep unless he looked over at you, he's a good driver and keeps his eyes on the road.

Once he gets you both home though, he'd look over and realize you're asleep. He thought "that's adorable, but how can someone fall asleep after all that? They must be really tired."

Instead of being a jerk and leaving you out he gently picks you up and carries you in, and drops you on the fucking couch.

Doc/2bdamned

He noticed that you were asleep when you didn't respond to what he was talking about like you usually do. He thought that it was adorable and that you need a well deserved rest.

He'd also carry you in, but instead of dropping you on the couch, he'd get someone to open your bedroom door so you're not in the way while you sleep.

Deimos

He would be talking the entire drive back, if you're a naturally quiet person he'd be talking to himself for a damn long time before he looks over and realizes "oh shit they're asleep"

Don't worry he's not hurt that you fell asleep when he was talking, he's actually worried because you fell asleep after murdering a bunch of people and while he was talking to you.

He would try to carry you but ended up nearly dropping you. He felt bad after that and walked you to your room.

Sanford

He's ok with doing all the talking, he's friends with Hank for crying out loud! So it only started bothering when he noticed that you're being even less responsive than Hank. He got confused and looked over to see that he was basically talking to a wall.

He shut up because he didn't want to be rude and wake you up, he thought it was cute and smiled. He also carries you to your room and tucks you in.

[cerise-on-top]

Heyhey..h um could you write some fluff/comfort with reader x 2bhank? Pretty pls? Like where the reader has been depressed(?)/burnt out for a few months and has been going on less and less missions and one day just refuses to leave their room for one self deprecating reason or another so 2b and hank try making them feel better in their own ways

Very self indulgent request I know but sometimes you gotta give yourself a little treat <:]

Hey! Sorry, I sort of misread this and thought you wanted 2BHank helping a burnt out reader, so I wrote that instead ^^; Again, I'm really sorry about that!

2BHank with a Burnt-Out!S/O

For as dense as Hank could be most of the time, even he can tell that you haven’t been doing too well as of late. At first he’d think you were just sick and needed some time to rest, which meant he would take on the missions you would have gone on otherwise. He was a competent grunt in his field, he could accomplish just about any task given to him. 2B, while he could sense that something was up with you, would let Hank do just that so you could recover a bit. He didn’t think you were just sick, he somehow could feel that it was something worse, something that wouldn’t go away by just letting you rest for a few days, but he left it at that. After all, you did go on missions again, some with Hank, Sanford or Deimos, some on your own. However, at some point, you just hid away from everyone, shying away from the dim light of the sun as well. Hank wanted to see you, he really did, but you wouldn’t open your door. Why? Were you doing alright? It was obvious you had been “sick” again as of late, but even he stopped buying it at some point. While he wouldn’t be too concerned about your physical wellbeing, you could handle yourself in a fight, he’d kick the door in anyway to see if you were there in the first place.

Lo and behold, you were in your room after all, lying under the blanket, not moving, merely sighing as you heard the door fall. Polite as he could be, Hank picked up the door and leaned it against the wall before walking up to you and sitting down on your bed. He’s not usually one for too much talk, but he would ask you what’s wrong, why you didn’t open the door and why you’ve been “sick” so often as of late. He won’t judge you, but he just wants to know the reasons. When you tell him you’ve simply been burnt out on it all, he wouldn’t know what you mean. Hank genuinely doesn’t know what burnout is, so you’d have to explain it to him. But even then, I don’t think he’d really understand the gravity of the situation. You’re tired? Then take some time off. He tries, but it’s not that simple.

The open door would catch 2B’s attention and he’d enter to check up on you, involving himself in the conversation as well. He, too, would ask you how you’ve been feeling and what has been the matter. When you tell him you’re pretty sure you’re burnt out, he’ll sit down on the bed and ask you how he could help. He may not be an expert by any means, but at the very least he knows that this will likely be something that will last a long time. Although he may not be too happy about that, he won’t push you to be better immediately. Will also explain the situation to Hank, whose gears have started turning. If you know how they can help you, that’s great. There’s no one solution that fits all. A few people at S.Q. have been burnt out from all the missions they had to go on, so you’re definitely not the first.

2B will let you rest for the time being. If you ever feel up to it, then he’ll send you on a small mission that doesn’t involve too much danger, such as picking something up from a vendor. However, he won’t have you fight for your life while you’re burnt out, those tasks will be left to Hank and the others. 2B will also be checking up with you more often. He’s not the best with his words when it comes to more emotional things, but he tries. Will comfort you to the best of his ability and won’t stress you out about all those things. You need rest, that much is obvious, so he’ll let you have just that. S.Q. will continue to perform. If anyone ever talks badly about you, then they’ll be sent to him and will have a stern talking to. No one will talk shit about you as long as he has something to say about it. Overall, he’ll be very compassionate about it all. If you need something from him, he’ll give it to you, just give him the word.

When it comes to slowly reintroducing you to small things, it will actually be Hank who does that. He just really wants to spend time with you and 2B, but you’ve been so distant as of late. But he remembers 2B’s words and won’t force you to do anything, but will ask you if you’re up for something small. This might start out with something along the lines of playing cards or board games with him. If you say yes he’s actually over the moon and his metaphorical tail will start wagging. Slowly, he’ll bring you more and more things to do. New things for you to try, and old things you used to enjoy before you got burnt out. Naturally, there’s no pressure from his side, he just really wants to have an excuse to spend time with you. And if you simply do something along the lines of knitting while he’s sitting on the floor, just watching you, then he’s content.

Overall, neither of them will blame you for what happened. In fact, they’ll try to help you to get better again. If you ever just want the two of them to stay with you, then you can ask them to. Of course, if they’re going on a mission, then they won’t have too much time to cuddle with you. However, you’re more than welcome to call on either, or both, of them to just get something off your chest as well, they’re more than happy to listen. 2B and Hank just wanna see you smile again. If it takes a lot of time, then so be it, but they both just hope things will go back to how they used to be. They’ll both do just about anything for you, so don’t be afraid to ask them for anything at all, you’ll likely get it eventually.

[cook1emadness]

Hmmm how about a dog!S/o

Dog!S/o

Starting. . .

Now

I'm not sure what kinda breed dog you'll be so go do some personality dog quiz or something.

anyway, you are the main 4 neighbor, you were adopted by a old married couple.

If your a small dog then your probably be with 2bdamned or Sanford. But if your a big dog then mostly deimos, hank however... I suggest be on his good side.

You and deimos bark at eachother if there's a wall between you but when it comes down yall stayed quiet and well its awkward.

If you were a small dog you might the dog that deimos try to calm down, only to attack him

And yes you and deimos will be a rivals since he's trying to steal your owners attention.

Now Sanford and you get along really well, and will always play with him(and maybe deimos).

If you were a big dog, you and Sanford can playfight, don't worry he'll go easy on you. But if your small dog then no playfights.

Be thankful that Sanford has your back because he's the only reason why your still alive.

Now 2bdamned and you are neutral like always, if your a small dog then they would watch you from a distance and make sure your nowhere near hank or anything dangerous, unless your rude then umm yeah goodbye.

If your a big dog. Doc would still be neutral but more cautious.

Both of you are best dog for taking care of old people, also if you managed to befriend him, hank would have to tolerate you more.

Now the last one... hank... ok let's say you fear him no matter how small or big tou are you fear him, dude literally jumped over the fence just to see the new dog aka you.

Hank and you are not good terms but later on he tolerates you, but he still doesn't like you.

If you were a small dog better stset hiding behind Sanford from hank, because he thinks your FOOD!!

If your big dog he it may take longer for him to tolerate you, also make sure your a strong dog because his likes playing rough, you might need Sanford to be with you in case hank goes to far.

Your the type of dog that would break something and try to stay silent with q big smile.

[amononymous]

doc x reader where he's comforting the reader. maybe they're sick or injured

I’ll get to it!

Note: Yeah I know it took a long but I had irl and sometimes I didn’t feel like it please-

A groan was produced as you duck your head under the blanket, attempting to block out any lights that shined on your eyes. 

The heavy breathing and the irritating headache causes your body to feel heavy, sinking you into the firm mattress.

The discomforting feeling only agitates you more.  The sweat drips down, leaving a wet trail on the surface of your skin.

“Morning, [reader].” A rumbling, smooth voice resounds in your ears.  “Is something wrong?”

Without a thought, you muttered, “Doc?”  Your voice had an unstable and frigid tone embedded in it.

“You’re not sick are you?” 

You feel the chilling air sweeping against you as the blanket is pulled away, come to think of it.  Weren’t you outside most of the time the past few days?

Your mind blurs as you suppress the urge to yawn, letting tears generate from the duct before rubbing it away, letting it spread on your wrist.

“Are you feeling ill perhaps?”  Doc traces his fingertips over your moistened forehead.  “Hmm, your forehead is warmer than usual,” he added before taking off his glove.

Your eyes widened a little as his palms pressed,  feeling the heat radiating from your forehead.  

You feel the back of his hand sliding down to your cheek, his gentle caress comforting you as he checks for your temperature.

“You’re burning up…” Doc proclaimed.  “We’ll need to get that fixed.”

Watching as he steps back out, you noticed your body has been sweating a lot more.  That icky feeling from your arms is present.  The sweat drying up, makes your skin feel marginally sticky.  

Reminding you of melted candy on your hand.  The residue makes your hand grimy and sticky, the sweet plunging into your nostrils.

“Alright.  I’ve prepared you with the necessities.”  Doc said, coming into the room with a tray.

The smell of chicken broth immediately fills the room, accompanied by ginger and turmeric to enhance the fragrance that gets your stomach rumbling. 

You can get a faint hint of herbs and spices.  The minty, refreshing smell causes your mind to relax as Doc gently sets down the tray with a sigh.

“No way.” You marveled.  “You made that by the time you left?”

“Why, but of course,” Doc responded, giving you medicine.  “It’s the many things I am familiar with when I’m under the weather.”

Taking the medicine, you get this cooling feeling as the water went down, it tastes… clean?  That was what you can only think of. The lingering aroma of the soup gets more noticeable as Doc brings it closer to you.  “Here, it’s warm.”

However, you had another idea.

“Doc.  How about you feed me the soup?” You asked with a blush.  “I want you to be there for me.”

“Huh?” The question catches Doc off guard before he smiled.  “What are you, a kid?”

“Just one, alright?  One time, then I’ll eat it all by myself.”

“...You’re really unpredictable sometimes.”

Doc sighs as he lifts up the spoon containing the soup.  

You look at him with a smile as a sigh escaped his lips.

Despite having to deal with your childish antics.  Maybe caring for you isn’t something he could refuse after all.

And you would most definitely think the same too.

[mr-i-dont-care-sick]

I had a dream about madness combat and decided to transform this fanfic because I really liked the idea

sorry if the reader is sounding like an oc

Madness combat x artist reader

well, it all starts in a mission of the three Grunts, Hank, Deimos and Sanford, things were going well in the mission, Deimos and Sanford walked out of the facility with the mission ended, but there was no sign of Hank around, Deimos ends up finding the man of the red glasses that looked at a wall

—Hey Hank, what are you looking at over there?— Deimos says approaching Hank, he notices Hank's gaze and looks at the wall —what the…— Deimos says dropping his cigarette from his mouth, Sanford approaches confused by his friend's reaction and looks at the wall

the wall had a large drawing of a Chinese dragon, it was not common to find colors other than black, gray and red in snow, but that drawing had several shades of blue, it was something very unusual for them even more because they did not know what kind of creature that was it, their heads filled with questions, “why would AAHW draw this?” “how did they do?” “What creature was that?” and many others, Deimos decides to take a picture of the drawing to try and find out more about it later, Sanford notices something in the corner of the written drawing and reads it aloud —made by: mysterious artist— they decide to leave after taking the photos and sending them to the Doctor, they drive to the base itself with one more question in mind..."is it an ally or an enemy...?" Doctor looked at the images surprised and intrigued, how could this person have approached the installation without being noticed? AAHW wouldn't be the type to paint their own walls with the drawings, the painting seems to have taken a while to do and logically wasn't easy, how did I manage to take so long to do the drawing without getting caught? There were many questions and unfortunately no answers, he couldn't find anything that was that creature, he was curious to know more about that unknown artist

Y/n POV

i was walking through the nevada lands and i walk into my favorite fast food store

—will you want the same as usual Y/n?— the store attendant Carl says, I nod and he gives a slight smile and takes my order, I just wait for my order to be ready while I listen to a conversation that caught my attention -Did you hear? there's someone painting the walls of the places—a grunt talks while eating his Burger—the one who painted the wall of one of the AAHW facilities? yes i heard, i wanted to know what they mean— another grunt says sipping his soda, I smile under my mask, it's been a while since I came to this world, I wasn't from here, this world was very colorless and lifeless so I decided to show some art, I saw an installation called AAHW and made a friend there, but I didn't join, I found out a lot about this AAHW, I thought the things they did were horrible so why not make fun of them a little? tonight I decided that I would provoke this AAHW and other of these presses, I learned to make some weapons that fit me to paint and fight, this world is not so different from mine…there are also presses that use people and don't care about their lives, I want to color this world and use my art to express

—here's your snack Y/n!— Carl smiles as he hands it to me, I wave a thank you to him and leave, I walk to an abandoned base, that's where I used to live, I climb up to the roof and eat my food

This world is a black and white chaos, but I'm going to fill it with color... and maybe... put an end to all this suffering.

I'm not sure what to do, I can edit this chapter and put more stuff or make a headcanons, tell me what you prefer, I hope you like it!

[amunisence]

Nevada isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us

Rogue Player AU: Chapter 1.4

Check out saltymongoose (SAMAU) and dallyfae (Purgatory Mode - New Player AU): what my AU is based on and inspirations! Story is on an indefinite hiatus.

<<First Next>>

You look up at Doc in confusion, "Hired? For what?"

"Mercenary work. You'll go on missions with Hank and the others."

"But..."

"You just healed Christoff faster than I examined him. If we're going to put up a fight against Player- er- the other Player, we need abilities like yours."

After seeing the damage the other Player accidentally did to Christoff, you understand Doc's desire to have you join SQ.

"You're right," you say after some deliberation.

"Good. We're on the same page then." Doc saunters over to his desk. "I have a looooot of paperwork to revise, so I would appreciate some solitude," he says as he starts sifting through papers. You nod and start heading towards the door.

"Wait," Doc interjects before you leave, "Sanford and Deimos have a mission soon. You should join them, so you know what to expect."

"Oh, sure!"

"Hank, go take the Player to them."

You stiffen up as you glance over at Hank, who blankly stares at Doc. Despite not knowing Hank personally for very long, you had a feeling he wasn't very fond of you. Hank catches you staring, startling you, but he doesn't say anything and exits the office. While looking back at you, he nods his head in the direction Sanford and Deimos went and walks ahead.

Reluctantly, you follow the intimidating grunt. The taps of your shoes following the thuds of his boots. Amidst the uncomfortable silence, thoughts about the car ride from earlier flood your mind. As well as Hank's reaction when you mentioned the other Player.

"Hank?" you blurt out, "I'm sorry about what I said. In the car I mean." You pause for his reaction--your heart nervously thumping with anticipation, but he forges on without a word.

"I um... I think we started off on the wrong foot." Hank stops short. You cease movement almost directly behind him. Without moving the rest of his body, he looks back at you.

"Quiet."

Before you can apologize further, Hank quickly moves on and leaves you behind. Deciding it would be best to just leave him alone, you silently follow. Soon enough Hank points out a door and plants himself across from it. As Hank leans against the wall and crosses his arms, you knock on the door. You can hear two people talking from behind the door, presumably Sanford and Deimos. The talking grows closer.

"Look, Ford, I'm sorry for blowing up. I'll go ahead and get the door."

The door opens to reveal Deimos who blankly stares at you once you're in sight.

"Give me a moment," he calmly says before closing the door.

"SANFOOORD. The IMPOSTOR is here."

<<First Next>>

[lizz-crimson]

New update on the reverse isekai Madness Combat story! Very silly indeed!

[idyat]

Madness combat requests idfk

Requests: Open

Since I'm currently STARVING for madcom x reader content (*cough*Deimos*cough*) I have decided to take matters into my own hands

Masterlist

I'll do drawings, headcanons, oneshots, alphabets and multiple parts stories but don't expect these to be good OR quickly done since this is my first time and I am the queen of procrastination

What I will do

•Fluff

•Platonic

•Crack/shitpost

•Heavy angst

•Gore, blood

•Suggestive

•Gendered readers IF their gender is relevant to the story

What I won't do

•P*dophilia, inc*st, toxic/abusive relationships, r*pe, etc

•Transphobia, homophobia, racism, sexism, etc

•Explicit smut

What I'll TRY to do

•AU's

•Polyamory

•Mental or physical conditions

Characters I won't write for (everyone else is probably valid)

•ROMP.FLA

•OC's

Arena Mode Characters I'll write/draw for:

Since I just started watching arena mode gameplay, the list of characters I will write or draw for it will grow over time as I discover them (once the list's dissapeared, it means every arena character is available)

Chopper Dave (please request for him)

Quartermaster Bert

Skinner M.D

Bossman

Chef Pava

Player (however they would be quite hard to write for so if you can give as many precisions as possible in the request that would be lovely)

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[cybertroniannugget]

Hello hello and Guten Tag!

I saw your post and wanted to try to help with the writing ideas. Maybe give you a little challenge? 🤷‍♀️

Anywhizzle, idea time!

TFPSmokescreen x Cybertronian!reader who is a medicbot

Smokescreen is trying to impress reader with his skills and fighting. What he fails to realize is that reader is also skilled in hand to hand combat and easily knocks him off his peds.

Romantic or platonic. Smokey needs love and a wee slice of humble pie.

Ich wünsche Ihnen einen schönen Morgen/Nachmittag/Abend!

Hallo und Guten Abend, a fellow German I see.

He sure does need a slice of that humble pie xD

And I am here to deliver, hope you like it.

And thanks for requesting.^^

Medics do know how to fight

(I just love that picture lmao)

About this fic: sfw, gn reader, some romance

851 words

"I doubt medics know how to fight. I mean Ratchet surely does but THEM?"

"If I were you Smokescreen, I wouldn't be saying that...", Bulkhead chimed in, a hint of worry in his tone of voice.

"Pff nahh, am I right doctor?"

You just roll your optics in annoyance, continuing on working on the task Ratchet gave you, back to the others.

Atleast he stopped calling you doc, so that's gotta be something.

Yes you may be a medic in training but oh was he wrong with that statement of his.

"Look? They're not even replying, because they know I'm soo right."

You turned around to face the white red and blue bot, who had his arms crossed before his chassis so full of himself.

"Oh really Smokey?"

"Hey, you know I hate that nickname!"

"Fine, I will stop using it IF, you win against me in a 1v1."

"Oh, it's so on!"

"But", you add, raising a single digit at him. "If I win, I'm gonna call you that for as long as I shall live. And no more making fun of medics, I mean it"

"Pff, humans call that child's play."

Raising an optic ridge, you step away from the console, attention now fully on him.

"Go on.", you try to encourage him.

"At least step away from my equipment...", Ratchet grumbled.

Not wanting to have wrenches flying your direction you do as you're told.

"So, wanna start?"

"And no guns for Primus' sake!"

You chuckle

"Alrighty Ratch!"

The bot infront of you turned to stand in a fighting position, fists raised to the height of his chest.

Game on.

He went for a frontal attack, which your easily dodged by ducking and turning to the side.

You counter with a light blow to his side, making him stumble.

"Are you even trying? Or am I just too good to-"

And that sentence of his was cut right off as you went forward, ducked again and kicked his pedes away, making him fall right onto his face, taking a box down with him.

"I needed that!", Ratchet yelled furiously.

"Ow"

"I may be a medic, but I surely know how to fight. Next time you underestimate me I won't go so easy on you."

"Ha, they busted you Smoky!", Miko laughed, pointing at the red blue and white colored bot, who was now slowly standing up, rubbing his helm in pain.

"And they surely got that sass from old Ratchet..", Smokescreen mumbled under his breath.

A wrench came flying his way from across the hall, which you catched easily right after your sensors detected it.

"And I got mad reflexes so better watch out from now on."

"Okay, let me get this straight.", Miko spoke up again. "They busted your metal ass AND saved you. Damn, you're so in their debt!"

The she comes to a complete halt, holding onto the railing while looking directly at the Smokescreen, her eyes wide.

"You were trying to impress them!", she exclaimed, jumping once and pointing at Smokescreen.

"Smoky is in love, Smoky is in love!", she declared, jumping around excitedly.

"WHAT?!", you and the mostly silver bot said simultaneously, exchanging a rather flustered look.

"Oooh and they love you too. Robot romance yayy"

"Miko...", Bulkhead reprimanded her.

"Whaat? It's true Bulk! They're in love!", she said, gesturing wildly towards the two of you while looking up at her guardian.

"We've got two lovebirds.", she explained proudly, hands on her hips now.

Ratchet raised an optic ridge, looking between you and a now very flustered Smokescreen.

"Well finally it's official. I can't stand you two pining for each other any longer.", the medic said, rolling his optics, going right back to work afterwards.

Indignant, you finally turn to speak.

"And what makes you ALL think that we're in love?!"

"Oh please, I've seen the way you look at eachother. And you would NEVER accept to a fight like this.", Arcee mentioned, arms crossed over her chassis.

"I could not help but notice a tension you two hold.", Optimus adds, who had been silently watching until now.

"Not you too Prime..."

You clear your throat.

"Yeah sure whatever..."

While cleaning up the mess you two created, you made sure not to look at Smokescreen, who couldn't take his optics off of you.

Sure, he was cute and you mayyyybee caught feelings, but it couldn't have been THAT obvious. Right?!

"You fight pretty good for a medic."

You shoot a glare at him.

"I mean, you fight really good.", he corrected himself. "No more making fun of medics, I know."

You chuckle, nudging his side. "You're not too bad yourself Smokey."

His helm turns toward you.

"What? I won, so you're Smokey from now on."

"I love you!", he blurted out, covering his intake with both servos immediately after.

You laugh, placing a servo on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, the feeling's mutual."

You two stand up straight and you put the now tidy box on top of a counter.

"Who are we kidding? Even Miko figured something was up. Might as well indulge and make it official, don't you think?"

The bot nods. "Yeah, you're right."

"I know I am, better get used to it."

"Pff"

[creatorthegod]

Yandere Madness Combat x reader, Player reader pt 3

The player made a call to there old vessel, "Alright they are going to meet us at the Burger Gil's" they say to themself. Looking at the time they pick up there backpack, they slowly leave the room and go to (y/n)'s room, when they open it they stardle the grunt. "Player what are to-" they were shussed as the player tried to listen to any noise "Alright listen to me carefully, pack everything you can fit in a bag and that you need, I already got food, water and weapons plus some of my stuff, we leave in 15" the grunt nodded as started, soon the 15 where up and they packs some clothes, medical supplies and money. The two snuck out of the window after putting pillows in the bed to make it look like they were sleeping 'to by us more time' the Player said, they took the truck and drove. The Player looked over to the passengers side, where the grunt was sleeping, the radio com was on just in case they found out the two where missing.

An hour into the drive the Player stopped on the side of the road, gently waking up (y/n) "Hey we should search the car for any trackers or chips" they nod, the two getting out and search the vehicle inside and out. "I got nothing" the Player said "Me too" (y/n) reply's, "Now lets get going, I don't want to know what they will do to me if they find you missing", when the two got back into the car the com went on "If you find them, tell us your location" The voice was Docs. "Shit" they hurried the grunt inside and almost sped off "I thought we would of had more time" the Player stresses "We still need two more days to get where we need to go to the meeting spot" "Its ok, we can do this together" (y/n) says smiling at them, They weakly smile back before looking back to the road.

[abstract-crossverse]

"Madness Day 2022" [Various x Reader, fic, either platonic or romantic, its up for interpretation]

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Another say, another Madness is what youd tell yourself, and today was a somewhat special day, since it celebrated the day Madness came to Nevada

Well... It wasnt particularly celebration, as it sounds wrong to celebrate a day where many were killed ruthlessly, dont you think?

I guess... Think of it as a day everyone takes a day off, a holiday of sorts, where you all take a break from the constant bloodshed, even the AAHW would take a break from searching for Hank

That is if Hank or Tricky don't get bored enough to kill today. Which thankfully hasnt happened during this day in all the years Nevada has been the warzone it constantly is

It was also surprising because the Clown didnt bother killing anyone today either, nor did it pick a fight with Hank whenever they crossed ways, seems like it made a truce with Hank just for these days in specific

In fact, said Clown was currently sitting on your thorn couch, shaking wildly as always, you and the Four men you lived with standing in front of the clown as it looked up at you, eyes snapping between each as it waited for someone to say anything, bouncing its leg rapidly

You, Sanford and Deimos pretty much had the same stare of confusion, Deimos lit another cigarette with his thumb, taking a drag of it before blowing the smoke to the side. Hank glared at rhe clown, though you could feel the same amount of confusion in his glare

He had a truce with Tricky, and as much as he wanted to thow it out of his home, they promised each other that they wouldnt cause physical damage to each other as long as the other didnt inniate combat, the clown was a violent being but at least it stuck to its word, and Hank really didnt feel like being thrown around today, it was one o lf the rare days he could actually relax

Doc let out an aggravated sigh, rubbing his facial cross under his mask

"Clown, what are you doing here?" He questioned, arms crossed under his chest as the hand rubbing his face would limp to the side, palm up

"CLOWN WANTS TO SPEND MADNESS DAY WITH CLOWN'S FRIEND!!" it yelled, leaning forward slightly as happiness laced its glitchy voice

"we're- not your friends though--" Sanford spoke, though being rudely interrupted by the clown

"NOT YOU FOUR, DUMMY. [NAME]! THEY'RE CLOWN'S FRIEND!! :oD" it pointed at you, which made the others look at you in a small amount of shock, Hank glared at you even harder, you almost felt like he felt betrayed

"... Dont look at me like that, he's a cool guy to hang out with if hes not trying to kill people-" you crossed your arms and looked off to the side

they deadpanned at you, they knew you probably didnt mean to friend the clown, as they knew anyone who showed it kindness a few repeated times it immediately clinged to said person

You were a kind soul amongst many who had 'kill or be killed' engraved in their minds beyond repair, youd still be kind to someone even if they tried to kill you, albeit hesitant

Hank gave a disaproving look but didnt say anything, though it understood why the clown would think youre both friends, your kindness in this hard world could be quite addicting, specially for those who havent gotten a single drop of kindness or mercy for years, he'd know

"but did you have to invade our base? Couldnt you have called them outside or arranged a spot for you both to meet at?" Doc added, looking at Tricky once again, gesturing outside

"I MISSED THEM TOO MUCH, YOU ALL ALREADY SEE THEM EVERYDAY! I ONLY SEE THEM EVERY FEW DAYS, CLOWN COULDNT WAIT!! YOU CANT BLAME ME" it whined, getting up from the couch and immediately clinging to you in a hug in a blink of an eye, you flinched lightly, feeling the clowns arms wrap around you firmly, as well as its hand shakingly petting your head

You just accepted you're stuck now, Deimos groaned dramatically, throwing his head back

"cmoooon are you serious? You broke our door just because youre impatient??" He threw his arms to the side as he looked back at Tricky

Theres was a pause, Tricky staring at Deimos as it and you shook, you couldn't help shaking with it, after all it was holding you basically glued to it's body

".... YEAH" Deimos just looked at Tricky with a deadpan and Sanford facepalmed, shortly after, there was a little ahem coming from the door, you all switched your attention to the door

Jeb was standing there, a few bottles of soda under one of his arms "... Hofnarr said there was a party here?-"

"YEAH JEBBY, IT'S HERE! GIMME THOSE!" Tricky let go of you and zoomed to Jeb, taking the sodas from him "WHERE'S KITCHEN?" you just- pointed at the kitchen's door and Tricky ran passed you to it

Hank turned to the man in white "the clown told you there was a party here??"

"well, yes. And he wouldnt stop pestering me to go, so I gave in.. nothings decorated though-"

"yeah! Because there ISNT one! We didnt agree to have a party here-" Deimos kicked in, throwing his arms in the air

While the boys argued with one another, you and Doc went to the kitchen, where Tricky seemed to be looking all around, you spoke first

"Tricky, bud- did you tell people there would be a party here?-"

"YEA! TO CELEBRATE MADNESS!!"

"T-Tricky- this place isnt supposed to be known!-"

"how many did you invite?" Doc interrupted you, sternly asking, Tricky made a comic thinking pose, then counting on his fingers. You and Doc shared a look of tired dismay, you could hear Tricky mumble

"Coward, Jebby, Rat man, Gilly, Gunners... A LOT OF PEOPLE!!" It looked back at you both, smiling under its mask

Doc took a deep breath, getting more and more irritated by the second

"any.. one we should worry about?" You asked, almost pleading with your eyes that Tricky didnt invite any of your enemies here

"OH! I DID INVITE CHIMNEY SMOKE, ELECTRIC ELL, GOOP MAN, GEOMETRY BOI AND THE BITCHASS FIGURE HEAD!" it said, in the most innocent voice it could muster, you both looked at him wide eyed

"you WHAAAT?!?!" you both screamed in sync, catching the attention of the others, as they rushed over to see what was going on, you think you never heard Doc yell like this before, which even surprised you

Tricky reeled back, balancing himself in a cartoony defense, standing in one leg all shriveled up and covering his head with his hands

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND???!" Doc yelled, getting in Tricky's face, Sanford stepped, holding back by the shoulders "calm down, Boss, what's going on??"

"ah- Tricky invited almost everyone in Nevada for this 'party' he's throwing here." you explained, "including Auditor, some other guys, and Phobos."

now it was time for the boys to get mad, Hank marched up to the clown, grabbing it by it's jacket's collar and lifting it up "HEY NO! REMEMBER OUR TRUCE FOR TODAY, NO VIOLENCE ALLOWED!!"

Hank glared at it, shaking it roughly, it wasn't really violence if it didn't injure, that's his thought process at least, Tricky made a rattling sound, like shaking a rock inside a metal can "Hofnarr, what in the world?? why would you invite them? you know we're against them!" Jeb butted in as Hank finally stopped shaking the clown

"ITS A PARTY! AND ITS OFF DAY, I THOUGHT IT'D BE UNFAIR TO LEAVE THEM OUT OF THE PARTY!"

"THERE'S NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE A PARTY HERE, WE DIDN'T AGREE TO THAT, AND NOW WE'LL HAVE TO MOVE. AGAIN." Deimos yelled, throwing his cigarette on the ground out of anger, stomping on it to put it out while grumbling, Sanford was also annoyed, a grimace on his face as they'll now have to deal with most people who hate them, hopefully they'll also have the mentality of 'no violence today' for this party

"good lord now we're going to have to deal with them, if Christoff's already here, who's to say they're not already halfway here?-" Doc rubbed his temples, annoyed "could we just, yknow- tell them there was a mistake and that there is no party?" Deimos suggested

"NAH-UH!! WE'RE HAVING THIS PARTY WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!" Tricky yelled, Hank dropped the clown back on its feet, your buddies groaned and sighed

Doc began to give out orders, as their 'guests' could be here any minute, at least they'll have a plan "FINE- fine... but if we're going through with this let's at least make this a decent-looking party.. Tricky, since this was your idea, you get to decorate, but don't go overboard. Jebediah, since you don't live here, can you be in charge of getting snacks?-"

"I CALLED STEVE HERE, HE'S BRINGING HOT DOGS! AND GIL'S BRINGING BURGERS!!" the boys looked at Tricky with confused looks, you looked at them with a deadpan "Hotdog Vendor." you simply said, they let out an understanding sound, Tricky looked at them in disbelief "YOU REALLY DIDNT KNOW HIS NAME WAS STEVE?-" "no time for that, you can be upset about it later, Tricks. what else, Doc?"

"alright, still, Christoff, if you can cook anything, and if we have the ingredients, go for it." Jeb nodded, knowing he had no way out of this situation, he already went to the cabinets looking for ingredients and Tricky zoomed off to get decorations

"as for you four, start packing your things and leave them in the truck, Sanford, once you finish packing come help Christoff with the food, Hank help me load the things in, [Name] and Deimos greet the guest. k go go gO-"

And so, you all scrambled off, Doc rushing to the room he had the makeshift medbay in and you four rushing up to the 2nd floor of the building to your makeshift rooms, you had to room with Hank since there were only two rooms, and the duo refused to part. thankfully Hank wasn't that bad of a roommate, you just- woke up sometimes to him staring at you, either staring you down beside your mattress or from his own, it was a little odd but you didn't dare say anything about it, you also found out he sleeps with his mask, bandana, and goggles on, or maybe he just didn't want you seeing his face, which was completely valid

but it's not the time to think about that, you have to pack your things fast before people start coming in

god Tricky, what did you put us into

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thankfully you all didn't have much going on in your rooms aside from most weapons, this wasn't the first time you had to move locations in a hurry, which was good because you were able to load the truck with your stuff pretty quickly, only the medbay was taking a bit longer

Sanford was currently in the kitchen helping Jeb with the last of the snacks they were able to quickly make, and meanwhile, you and Deimos moved the broken doors aside so they wouldn't just be on the ground as people came in, Tricky did a pretty good job on the decor too

black, red and grey balloons around the corners, some paper springs on the ceiling and a big banner on top of the kitchen's entrance saying 'HAPPY MADNESS DAY 2022!!!!!!' inrg red, as well as an identical one on top of the front door

you just wondered where tricky got more couches??? once you came downstairs there was an L-shaped couch around the one you already had, which was also turned to the L couch, as long with two solo ones, and a few metal chairs near the walls for the ones who didn't want to socialize on the couches, he also replaced the tv table with two dining tables lines on the wall for the food

Gil was the first to get there, with multiple bags of burgers on his green arms, Deimos immediately lighted up from his grumpy mood upon seeing the Zed G03LM, rushing over to him with a greeting and helping him carry the burgers inside, the zed slurred a 'thank you' as they went inside

you just finished setting up some towels to look more presentable on the tables as they came in, Sanford and Jeb also came out with the homemade snacks they managed to make and placed them on the table, you walked to stand near the door to greet the next guest went Hank and Doc rushed past you to get to the back of the house to load the last things from the medbay in the truck, almost knocking you over accidentally, Doc chocked a 'sorry' as they left view

you just chuckled, this was a mess huh? at least things were done in time before most of the guests came in, the Hotdog vendor was next, still in his usual apron as he brought his whole ass cart with him

you greeted the man with a smile, who returned the same, he liked you, aside from Tricky you're the only nice client he has, though he's pretty sure Tricky is only more behaved towards him to get hotdogs faster since Steve didn't bend for rude clients

"Hey Steve, glad you could make it!" you said with a wave "Sup, [Name]! good to see you too-.. what happened to your door?-" "Clown." you simply replied, gesturing to the broken doors to the side of the house

Steve chuckled "well isn't that convenient? then I don't have to take the cart inside, could you help me take the dogs inside and hide the cart under the doors?-" "I CAN HELP! I CAN HELP!" Tricky zoomed beside you jumping excitedly like a little kid, making your clothes swoosh a little with the speed he came with-

the hotdog man laughed at Tricky's excitement, accepting the help, the clown immediately rushed off to grab a big plate for the hotdogs, coming back just as quick as both of them began loading the plate

you looked behind them and saw the well-known cowboy coming your way, you began walking to meet him halfway, he tipped his head at you and smiled "howdy, [Name], real nice seein' ya, I ain't late, am I?"

you chuckled at his accent, it always amused you "good to see you too, Sher. no, you're actually pretty early, you can get going inside."

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and bit by bit, more and more Guests came along, first came some familiar faces, Skinner, Dave, Q-bert, Bossman- all in the same ride, then came the Gunner Twins, Crackpot- hell even Garrett showed up,

everyone was already inside by now, chattering and laughter around the room as Tricky chatted with Garrett, Crackpot and Steve about Slaughter Time, Hank just stood in the corned talking to Doc and Skinner leaning on the wall as Deimos chatted with Gil, Sanford and the rest eating and chatting near the tables, this reminded you of the past when Madness wasn't a thing

when everyone wasn't constantly trying to kill each other, the so-called Madness Day was a breath of Fresh air honestly... though you were still missing a couple guests, so you were just standing against the front door waiting. Jeb came up beside you, crossing his arms over his chest

"taking a breather?" he asked, leaning on the wall beside you "ehh, that and waiting for Auditor and co." Jeb sighed aggrievedly "gods.. why did he invite them, they were constantly trying to kill us."

you chuckled, giving him a jab with your elbow "because it would be fair for them not to be invited on an off day, remember?" you recalled what Tricky said earlier, you got a small smile from the older man, he sighed

"... this is oddly peaceful.. it almost feels wrong..."

"I know, right? it's so weird not having to fight for your life against these guys..." you thew your head back, gently bonking the back of your head against the wall, hearing the laughs from inside flood your brain, they actually seem like they're having a good time

silence fell among you both, as you just waited for the last ones to come, feeling the breeze hit your face as you occasionally looked around the land, eventually, Jeb broke the silence

"... [Name], may I be honest with you?"

"sure, what's up, old man?" you joked, looking at him with a grin, he shot you a glare before softening again, looking out at the land and shaking his head with a small smile

"you know, since you came along, things have been a lot more interesting... not much different from a world standpoint but- since I met you, things have been.. different."

"Really?"

he nodded "you brought some light to darkness, it's clear the others like you, you're a pleasing presence, kind, calm and playful, I honestly hadn't seen the four ever really smile as much as they do around you- well, I can't tell for Hank, but I can for Deimos and Sanford, and hear a smile in Doc's voice when you talk to them."

you almost teared up, smiling at him over the sweet words "oh.. Jeb.. that's-"

"Fucking ridiculous." you yelped as you were suddenly picked up, and placed on a broad shoulder, looking down, you realized it was Phobos- now you're damn confused

"Phobos?! you fiend, put them down!" Jeb pulled out his sword, pointing up at Phobos "do not point my own sword at me, Jebediah, I was there when it was made." the Director pushed the sword to the side with his hand "and remember, no violence day, Christoff~" he grinned behind his bandages as Jeb glared at him, hesitantly putting away his sword

"thank you for your patience, by the way, I was quite busy." The Director looked up at you, satisfied that at least someone was decent enough to wait to greet him "ah-.. of course, Director, welcome... May you put me down?-"

Phobos nodded, putting you down and walking inside, you and Jebediah suddletly felt a chill down your spines, you looked in front of you, four cores in different colors decended from the sky, taking form shortly after

The first was Auditor in all his red flaming glory;

Then the blue core, who seemed to have a water like consistency, although you could see what looked like glitches around it and deep blue eyes, they looked tired; you had asked Jeb before about them when you were able to, you recalled this one was called Conductor

The next was the white core, they seemed to have a more geometric or blocky take to its form and white eyes, seemed the more neutral looking of them; you think this is Deliberator

And next was the pink core, who has a goopy like consistence, though while it formed it seemed to fog in your vision, sure they looked a lot more softer then what you initially saw, they had bright pink eyes, look smug and ready to cause chaos; this must be Stygian

Jeb sighed, looking annoyed at rhe four "so you finally decided to show up..."

"oh shut your trap, Christoff, we arrived right at the time the clown gave us... [Name]." Auditor greeted you with a nod, which you returned, he began to walk inside with his friends, the other three waved at you as they passed you and Christoff

You waved back as Christoff rubbed his face "this'll be a long gathering..." You groaned, you laughed softly, hearing Tricky begin to play some music

"tell me about it... Lets get inside before they break tradition and start killing each other over something dumb." You began heading inside, Jebediah couldnt help but smile a little at your remark with a puff from his nose, soon walking inside as well and deciding to join Tricky on the speakers, faintly hearing Phobos talk great shit about himself as always

He thought back on what you two were talking about earlier.... This feels normal.. even with all the interesting faces of those who won their concequences from their actions.. it still felt mostly normal again, no violence, no madness, no fights.. at least physical ones for today

He sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips, until Tricky walked to him

"HAPPY MADNESS DAY, JEBBY!" it exclaimed, handing the other a drink... It had its mask around its neck and back, a drink in its other hand... Was he wearing his old glasses...?

Christoff stared at his friend for a moment, before chuckling and smiling at the Clown

"Happy Madness Day... Hofnarr..."

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[chestertophat]

The main 4 + tricky and auditor with a cuddly acquaintance/friend/close friend/S/O

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Hank

Just a friend or acquaintance? Hah! NO.

Like I've said before, this man is as cuddly as a cactus. But there is a rare chance that when he's in a good mood, he gives kinda good hugs. Just don't tell anyone, because if you do he will probably never trust you with a secret again. Around others, pats on the head or back are pretty common. About the same goes for very close friends.

About the same also goes for his S/O with how often he cuddles, but when he cuddles with you it's a lot more loving in his own way, and it has more of a warm feeling to it. But if you tell anyone prepare to lose your cuddle privileges till whenever hank feels you've been punished enough. Please just don't tell anyone, it hurts him as much as it hurts you. (If not more)

Deimos

So when it comes to being just an acquaintance, hugs are ok but not very welcomed. he'd much rather you give him a pat on the back or a side hug, not a full on bear hug.

A friend on the other hand, bear hugs are very much welcomed! He'll hug his closer friends so hard that if you didn't know any better you'd think he's trying to smother them! And with his closest friends he'll jokingly punch them in the gut before he bearhugs them.

He loves to cuddle, and when he cuddles with his S/O he likes to be the little spoon, he just likes the feeling.

Sanford

With Sanford, hugs are welcomed from anyone as long as you're not an enemy. Though for acquaintances, side hugs are what you'd get the most, and tight hugs are for whenever you need comfort.

Good friends get all the hugs they want they don't need to ask! But cuddles are not something I see him wanting to do with a friend. Unless he sees you as a sibling.

Sanford is the type of guy who would just want to spoil his S/O in every way he can, especially with affection. When he cuddles you he likes being the big spoon.

Doc/2bdamned

He's not the type of person to give an acquaintance a hug, or a friend.

Close friends on the other hand get them on special occasions, and if he's in a good mood. But actual cuddling under any circumstances is not happening, that's reserved for his S/O only.

Doc doesn't care if he's a big spoon or a little spoon, he just likes being close to you, and he likes the peacefulness of it all. Really, he worries so much and he's under a lot of stress so often, he needs that peace every now and then.

Tricky

He'd rather not hug an acquaintance he's known for 3 days, but he still enjoys high-fiving you!:D (and beating the shit out of you in a 'play' fight, he couldn't care less if anyone else does the same)(you better be careful he can and will accidentally kill you if you don't be careful)

Friends he can hold himself back a bit more for, and you will get things like very shaky high-fives and side hugs. You will get to know Tricky outside of fights. He'd still beat you to a pulp but he won't let anyone else have that privilege. (AKA slaughtering people that had anything to do with it)

Being his best friend is mostly the same as being his friend, but he'd seek you out to tell you about his latest idea for a machine or randomly show up to hang out. He is incredibly lonely.

As his S/O, you wouldn't get beat to a pulp. He tries to hug you every chance he gets and talks to you about anything he has on his mind, good or bad. Cuddles are very much welcomed.

Auditor

This guy wouldn't even side hug a friend, so basically a cuddly acquaintance has a 6 foot rule put on them. It's not like he doesn't care, he does but only a little. He just doesn't appreciate physical affection from people he wouldn't trust his life with.

For close friends he accepts hugs if they don't do it too often. If they hug him every 5 minutes he will put the 5 foot rule on them. (Respect the 5 foot rule-)

As his S/O you get permission to hug him whenever you want, but only side hugs in front of other people. He enjoys you laying on him and just lazing around in your all's free time. he also likes to nuzzle your chest. He needs peace like Doc.

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This took me forever, I lost motivation for like 3 months and gained it back after summer break began 😅

[cerise-on-top]

Could I ask for some fluff of a Hank x Reader x 2BDamned? If that's okay, please!

Hello! Of course you can! Here you go!

Poly 2BHank x Reader Fluff

I would say that the both of them are rather busy people, so you won’t be spending too much time together. It’s not like they can make too much time for each other either, though. However, they’ll try. It’s fairly risky for everyone involved, especially for you. If you’re not part of S.Q. then you’ll likely become the target of some attack if you’re seen with Doc. If you’re seen with Hank, if people can tell you’re affiliated with him, then they’ll attack you as well. So really, you’ll be at a disadvantage either way. However, it’s not like either of them feel like going out too much with you. Yes, Hank will want to get some hot dogs with you at some point since he does like those, but after a mission he’s usually torn as a rag and just wants to sleep. Doc is well aware of the dangers he poses towards your wellbeing, so he actively chooses to not go out with you too much either. However, that doesn’t mean that the three of you can’t be lovey dovey at home. It’s very rare to see Hank and Doc cuddle properly with each other, but it happens. Neither of them are touchy people, but sometimes you just desire the touch of a loved one, so you might catch Hank sitting on the floor next to Doc from time to time, his head in his lap. Hank could fall asleep like this too, actually, but he wants to protect you and Doc, so he usually doesn’t. Doc sometimes has a hand on Hank’s shoulder and gently rubs it to show he’s there for him, but he needs his other hand to go through files. If you join Hank on his endeavours, cuddling up to Doc yourself, then the grunt will sigh in feign annoyance and get away from his work for some time to give the two of you some attention. You can get him to settle down for the night like this as well, but he will only begrudgingly do so. 2B may not be the cuddliest person out there, and neither is Hank, but he does enjoy some physical touch from time to time. You will likely switch it up when it comes to cuddling. While you may be the little spoon now, chances are you’ll be the big spoon next time. 2B and Hank are versatile like that. While Hank may prefer holding someone as he falls asleep, if he’s not headed to bed then he can go either way.

Although it’s rare for Hank to show his softer side, he will do so for you and Doc only. Sometimes he’ll come back from a mission, bloody and almost entirely disassembled, holding a few flowers he found. Maybe even a nice scarf or a cool weapon. Despite being a very confident grunt, he knows he can easily protect you, he does believe that you having a weapon yourself would help you with defending yourself. Sometimes he’ll get you a nice katana, one like he has. Other times you can expect a rocket launcher or chainsaw from him as well. His metaphorical tail starts wagging whenever either you or Doc accept his gifts and thank him. He did a good job on this one, you will be safe and sound from here on out. Give him a nice pat, either on his arm or head, and he’ll happily grunt away. Doc pats Hank from time to time and Hank absolutely loves it. However, only you and Doc are allowed to do that, anyone else will be dealt with immediately. Hank definitely doesn’t mind being treated like a dog from time to time. If he’s in a good mood you can call him a good boy and put his face in your hands, he eats that right up. Be enthusiastic about it as well and he’ll lightly headbutt you. Don’t get mad at him for doing so, he doesn’t know what to do with these positive emotions, so he goes straight for gentle violence again.

Going on dates with the two of them mostly consists of something simple. Doc usually suggests Burger Gil’s since no one cares that Hank is there. People are there for the food, not to get mauled by Hank, so they usually leave you alone. Sometimes the three of you go to take a look at the red sun on a cliff as well, though, and reminisce about the better times. Hank still remembers the greenery that used to be in Nevada. He doesn’t remember it well since he doesn’t miss it in the slightest, but he’s lived a good chunk of his life surrounded by plants. Doc barely remembers them, but he still thinks back on them fondly. While neither of the two of them may be sentimental people, they do like discussing the past. There’s always something new to be learned about each other. There’s this unspoken trust between the three of you, so you know each other better than anyone else. For example, you know that Hank likes being picked up, even if he’s far too tall and heavy for that these days. Sometimes you pretend to try and pick him up just to make him feel good. One fact you’ve learned about Doc is that he sometimes, when you and Hank are asleep, likes to hold one hand of each of you. Sometimes he can’t sleep well, or at all, so he opts to spend that time resting from time to time. He won’t particularly go all out in holding you since he doesn’t wanna risk waking you, you’re both extremely tired, after all, but he does like holding your hands, sometimes playing with your fingers as well. He denies this, but you both know it happens. Sometimes Hank makes fun of Doc for it in his usual demeanour, but he secretly loves it. Hank’s favourite activity aside from killing and maiming is helping you and Doc out with whatever you need, even if it’s just holding the wrench. Doc loves showing you his creations. While he knows you likely won’t understand a word he’s saying, he explains them to you anyway. Besides, if he’s made a mistake thinking it over, then he’s more likely to find it while talking. Besides, he gets to spend time with you, what else could he possibly want?

[cook1emadness]

You know what imma add s/o has a owner because I'm bored also the mpn2 player is your dog in this one

OWNER!S/o and Dog!Player

Starting. . .

Now

So you are an owner of a dog name player, you may not own the main 4 but you do know the person that owns them

You adopted player after one of your family members that pass away and that member givlfted you their dog aka player, you and player didn't get along at first but after being together for like two years, player became your best friend... well that sassy ass friend... unless your the sassy friend, anyway.

You aren't a terrible owner just inexperience, you had many owners giving you tips and different ways to befriend player

Ok so its time for the main 4 relationship with you.

Ok so deimos likes you, and screams to get your attention, and will want your affection, he's definitely not trying to make player jealous.

Sanford is likely to be your personal therapist, and a good boy, both player and Sanford get along but won't play much, depending if you prefer player to be small dog.

2bdamned and you are neutral, he doesn't go near you or acknowledge you, but for some reason he likes to be near player, doesn't matter what dog they are, 2bdamned seems to like player than you.

On now you and have a complicated relationship because goof lord you love(platonic) him and hate him.

If your prefer player to be a small dog, keep player away from him, because hank would not hesitate to rip players head off.

but if you prefer player to be a big dog then, you still gotta keep player away, but player would be able to fight back for a short time, since player never fought much like hank.

You had to take player to the vet after hank bit players leg, but hank also had to go to the vet since player also bit his leg.

Never put them together

You never took player ever again since you think hank might do it again.

Player is basically your dream dog if want to know players dog breed.

Player is semi playful but serious like 2bdamned, but when around Sanford and deimos, player becomes playful.

Hank and player don't get along for some reason, but I guess it because both are always grumpy or... they met before.... anyway.

Player always gets into trouble, but not on purpose, as if they got the worst luck.

If you also own a cat, player and that cat would be unstoppable... well except when you do the spspspspsp

Player is the type of dog to give you a bombastic side eye, if you mimic their bark or just bark at them out nowhere.

[amononymous]

Sweet Lullaby

Author's note: Doc x Reader part 2 Summary: Reader cannot sleep.  So they decided to have a chat with Doc who is busy with his work.

Midnight passes by. There’s nothing but silence filling the whole room.  The chilling air was the only thing present there.  Giving a frigid sensation that leaves your arms feelings of pins and needles prickling through.

You stared at the ceiling for a bit.  Hoping for any possible chances for your eyelids to get heavier.  For the past few minutes, your eyes are glued to the ceiling, your knees and hips bending to form yourself into a ball to make the numbing feeling a little bit more bearable.

Every yawn that escapes your body can only irritate your eyes as you wipe the tears produced from each yawn. 

Come to think of it, haven't the recent nights ended with you staying up?  Each morning, your eyes are half opened with exhaustion creeping up around your body.  As night time arrived, it’s like the exhaustion has been long gone as your body hit the mattress.

The cycle would continue.

You start to sit up.

“Damn it…” you sighed.   “Seems like another sleepless night for me.”

Getting out of bed.  You decided taking a stroll at the quiet base was a better idea.

Upon getting ready to leave the door.  The sound of muffled clicks startled you.  The feeling of nervousness struck you for a bit until you connected the dots to remind you.

The clicking sound was from Doc’s.

Opening the door reveals the expected.  The clattering tunes became clearer as you let your eyes pinpoint the possible location.

You see him.  Barely, while your mind can’t put its fingers that it’s truly Doc.  You shake your head, telling yourself that it is him.

The blinding light shining from a plethora of monitors and the mohawk immediately tells you that Doc’s doing his job again.

Nothing else to do.  You walked up the stairs in order to get a closer look at the screen on what he’s working with. 

This was new considering you’ve never approached Doc in the middle of the night.  You’re either asleep to the muffled tunes of clattering or you focused more on the stroll around the base.  

Doc likes to focus on his job whenever necessary, that’s nothing new.

“Up late again?”  The raspy, yet smooth voice was heard.  Causing you to stop on your track.

“Oh, well,” you chuckled awkwardly.  “Good evening Doc.”

“Good evening to you too,”  Doc says while still looking at the monitor.  His eyes do not leave the keyboard.  Typing away as you sit down at a nearby chair.

You hear Doc sigh a little bit.

“You’ve been up at a later time lately.”  Doc asserted, you noticed the clicking sounds of the keyboard slowing down as he talked.  “Any particular reason why?”

“Oh well…” you start fidgeting with your hair.  “You can say I haven’t been fixing my sleeping schedule lately.”

“Well I get that.  It’s not pretty having to stay up all night because you can’t sleep.  Unfortunately, I’m busy so that won’t happen anytime soon.”

“Doc… it sucks!  Having to be on duty while I am this close to knocking out on the spot… It’s really not what I want.”

“Well, what do you want me to do here?”

“Maybe…” you start pondering. “Maybe… you can help me?”

“[Reader], I told you I’m busy here.” 

“Ahh~ That’s a bummer.  I mean you can probably take a bit of time off of your work right?  Remember Club Advent?”

“That… was another story.  What I’m saying is I can’t afford to lose my sense of focus at this moment.”

“How about…” You snapped your fingers.  “I got it! Sing me a lullaby?”

Doc stopped typing and went silent for a few seconds.  It felt like something hit him on the head and his brain’s taking a moment to process this.  “You want me to… sing you a lullaby?”  Doc sounded confused as he diverted some of his attention towards you.

“Y-yeah… I was thinking maybe that’ll help.”

“Oh [Reader]... I have mentioned this before.   I don’t think I can sing, let alone sing you a lullaby.” Doc shaked his head. “It doesn’t sound pretty.” 

There he goes again.  Refusing to sing coupled with his excuses… You know that Doc never sings or hums before.  Never have you heard a single tune escape from his mouth.

“Doc… you always say that,” you pouted.  “ I’ve never heard you actually try it before.”

“I have,”  Doc sighed.  “I can assure you it won’t be what you think it sounds like.” 

“Then can you at least hum?  Maybe just this once.  It’ll be quick.”

“[Reader]... I’m busy-”

“It’ll be quick!”  you urged.  “Just this once Doc, alright?”  

You gave Doc a reassuring look.  A look that gives, “It'll be fine!” 

Doc sees that and starts sighing.

Maybe there isn’t a way to get out of this one. 

“Fine… Just this once,”  he grumbled.  “If it’s quick then I’ll hum.”

“Alright alright!”  You gave him a smile.  “I won’t judge.  Promised.  Let’s hear it!”

Doc stopped with whatever he was doing and cleared his throat a little bit.

You sit idly with a nod.  Giving Doc the green flag to start humming something that potentially could cast a spell on you. 

He starts to let out a sound.  Then another.  And another,  Linking each note he hummed into a melody.

That melody soon reached into your ears.  Doc continued to hum as you’re mesmerized by him.  Every time he hummed he had this suave tone in his voice.  His deep note is enough to attract anyone hearing this.  His voice was rich like honey.

“It doesn’t sound pretty.”  What is he talking about?  Clearly, that was a lie.  You closed your eyes as Doc continued to hum.  

The lullaby fills you with tranquility.  It’s soothing, it’s harmonious.  Enough to feel like you’re dreaming.

Dreaming above the clouds.  Dreaming of the beachside view.  Your body felt elevated.

You steadily close your eyes as Doc keeps humming.  

Little by little, you can hear Doc letting his voice die down as his eyes fixed at you.  Checking in case his lullaby wasn’t much to your expectation.  Seeing as you haven’t expressed any negative signs, he closes his eyes and lets the tunes express themselves.

The scene was a landscape to you.  Lying as the wind dances through the atmosphere, having some of your hair strands rest directly on your face.

It’s breathtaking, astonishing even.  To hear Doc’s voice being shaped into a tune.  You enjoyed every last second of it.

Eventually, all you heard was silence. 

 “So, how was it?” Doc asked softly.  “Judging from your expressions, it seems to be to your liking?” 

“That was magnificent!” you jabbered.  “It was a beautiful tune you hummed!”

Doc chuckled at your remark.  “You think so?”  he lets out a sigh that he didn’t know he had.  

“Yep!  I would love to hear something like this again!”

“Well… I’m glad.  However, I did mention that it was only for this one time.”

“Aww~ Fine… I did promise after all.”

Before you know it, a yawn eventually crept up on you.  You were enchanted by Doc’s sleeping spell for a moment.

“Ahaha, getting sleepy?” Doc whispered.  

“Yeah…”  you admitted.  “I didn’t think you sounded this nice…”

“Alright, alright.  You should go sleep now.”  Doc chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

Your eyes go wide as you feel your body levitate for a bit.  Next thing you know, you feel his hands on your back and popliteal.  You feel your heart thumping as your eyes fails to meet Doc’s

“Wait Doc!” you babbled.  “I can walk back to my room by myself!”

You hear him sigh.  “[Reader], you were this close to nodding off.  I’m only doing what’s necessary for you.”

“I- uh… fine.”

Doc remained silent as he took you to your room.  

He delicately places you on your bed and pulls the cover.  He slowly tucks you in.  As you start yawning again.

“Wait Doc,” you called out.  “Can’t you stay with me… for a bit longer?”

“What are you? A child?” Doc laughed at your weird request.

Maybe he can let work slide for a few minutes.

You subconsciously let your eyes shut with your breathing starting to slow down.  You felt Doc’s fingertips delicately brushing against your hair.  Doc watches as you fall asleep.

“That was quick.” Doc whispered, trying not to wake you up.  He has this soft look on his face as he sees you sleep.

Doc then sits down on the ground, having his back lean against the bed frame as he starts to yawn himself.

It seems you and Doc were in the same boat with the sleeping schedules.

Perhaps just a bit of a shuteye will help the exhaustion Doc felt.

Removing his goggles, Doc then lets his eyes close.

The both of you dozed off for the night.