#madcom 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.

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[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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[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.

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #madness combat doc #doc x reader #hank j wimbleton #hank j wimbleton x reader #2bhank x reader #got to learn a thing or two about burnout today which was nice #now I have a better understanding of it than I did before #again I'm really sorry for misreading your request!! #it's nice to have another madcom request though it's been a while since the last one #I do like cod a lot but sometimes it's nice to have some variety #sometimes I'm also curious about what fandom will come after cod #because cod came after Madness Combat #my fixations usually last for roughly a year before I move onto something new #so I have another three or four months of cod before I get into something new. probably #I was really into madcom for roughly one year. like really really into it #even now I really like it and am looking forward to another episode #I wonder if I'll be writing this many requests for the new fandom as well #well only one way to find out

[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.

#madness combat #dogness combat lol #madness combat dog au #madness project nexus #madcom #doc x reader #sanford x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #madness combat x reader #deimos x reader #madcom x reader

[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.

#fanfic #fanfiction #madcom #madness combat #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #request #doc x reader #doc #2bdamned x reader #2bdamned #requests open #WRITERS BLOCK MIGHT COME WHO KNOWS

[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>>

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[lizz-crimson]

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

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[goosedoes-fics]

Madness Headcanons

Madcom x Reader

Content Warnings: I talk about tits a lot sorry. Also mentions of organ failure and transfem Tricky

Notes: Trying to get back into the writing groove. Sorry if this is shit

HANK J WIMBLETON

If you didn't know ASL before meeting them, they would communicate primarily with hand and head movements. He's too cool to use a notepad

Not a big fan of PDA, but in private he's quite affectionate and cuddly. theyre just a big ass guard dog cmon

Hank Motherfucker Wimbleton what are you doing here????? waiting for them to play gangnam styl.

DEIMOS

Transgenda

I like to imagine Dedmos's rock face works similarly to Hank's metal jaw. It's just a rock jaw. Rock lobster.

He is an ASSHOLE (affectionate)

The kind of person to like. Punch your shoulder when they laugh

Their ideal first date is stealing the declaration of independence

If you don't make him, he will go days without showering he is SO smelly anfd SO stinky. He has GREASY ASS HAIR i just know it

SANFORD

If Hank is a guard dog he's one of those goofy dogs that look like bear cubs

VERY big fan of PDA he will smooch you anywhere. everywhere. any time any place any day

He takes missions more seriously than Deimos but outside of missions he is just a big fat goofball

I'm going to place my hands directly on his man tits. anyways where was I

He lost his nipples in The War

I'm kidding. He lost them during top surgery.

At this point i'm aiming the transgenderification beam at all of them. nobody is safe. BE TRANSGENDER

DOC

Sometimes he wears his hair down and it's like a mullet w/ shaved sides

Out of all of them he's the most adverse to PDA but! In private he is very sweet. very silly

Hey are you okay with being tested on? Yeah? Cool will you drink this organ failure potion I brewed

Plays the piano sometimes! He might serenade you if you ask nicely

TRICKY

BE TRANSGENDER. (shoots her with my transfem beam)

Yeah so he/she bigender Tricky is real. Krinkels told me himself

He is like a big weird dog as well. He might lick your face (don't let him zed spit is slightly acidic)

Probably likes PDA the most. She will make out with you very grossly and sloppily in the middle of McDonalds

Very soft very fluffy. Which is surprising considering how many times he's died

His tail is somewhat prehensile, he could dangle from a tree branch if he tried hard enough

CHURCH AND JORGE

They are very good at sharing!

Sorry not sorry yandere enjoyers but they would NOT kill someone for looking at you they would be like haha yeah everyone should look at our awesome fucking partner theyre so cool and hot

Sometimes they forget how big they are compared to you so they might try to like flop over on you. Pigpile on the small one

Very prone to roughhousing and play fighting but they'll be gentle if you ask

BEEFY BOYS 😍

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[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

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[improbable-outset]

Yan!2bhank x reader headcanons (if not headcanons then anything else)

Thanks!

Hi luv, I’m going to write a fic for this instead. I’m not good with the whole headcannons lol. I hope that’s ok with you and sorry it took so long.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲

Hank J. Wimbledon x 2BDamned x gn!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

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𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Yandere themes, possessive behaviour, slight manipulation, mentions of violence. POV switches !!

𝐀/𝐍: I’m not gonna lie, this was was a bit of a waffler 💀 I feel like I’ve added some extra unnecessary stuff. But whateva, here’s your food ! Also, I may or may not have nitpicked some of your head cannons here girl, @saltymongoose I keep tagging you bro I’m sorry 🫣🫣

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You just can’t get out of their heads, no matter how hard they try.

It’s hard to pinpoint when it actually happened - when things really clicked in their heads. From the first moment when they met you until now, it all felt like a blur. The initial spark was so small in their disruptive, chaotic lives, Hank and 2BDamned didn’t register it as significant at first until they’ve fallen too deep into the rabbit hole. They didn’t realise the magnitude of the situation until it was too late.

They questioned if their attraction to you started when you initially came into their lives. Their first impression of you was surprisingly sweet considering how merciless Nevada was. It’s easy to argue that it was irrational, after all, love at first sight is just outrageous and impossible, right? How can you just look at someone and confidently say with your chest, that they have your whole heart? No, but this felt real and you couldn’t really blame them for falling so quickly. Especially, when neither of them have ever experienced these intense feelings for anyone. You never left their minds even in the most dire circumstances. They always caught themselves thinking about what you were up to and planning on how they were going to have you for themselves.

Hank's life was full of violence and intrusive thoughts to kill whoever was in his way, which probably explained the impulsive desire to claim you and to get rid of anyone who stood between him, 2B and you. 2B was always cooped up with his work, eyes glued to his tablet and being surrounded by rowdy, violent men (Hank mostly), so meeting someone that was lighthearted and attractive like you was a little overwhelming at first. He felt powerless under your afable comportment. His stonic persona quickly turned to mush with you around, just like his heart.

“Doc.” Hank lowered himself so he was levelled with the medic who was working on another report, his raspy voice getting his attention. “Do you love them, Doc?” It’s not at all strange that 2B knew exactly who Hank was referring to. Despite the amount of disagreements they’ve had and how much they’ve screamed at each other, they both shared a connection and understand each other pretty well, which also included their in-tuned feelings they have for you.

“Yes, I believe I do.” It took a little longer for 2B to be completely infatuated by you than it did with Hank. Before he decided to act on those feelings, he tried to weigh out the pros and cons and figure out how things were going to work since having a relationship in Nevada was pretty risky now; being too attached and then losing you was the last thing that he wanted and overall, analysed everything just as he always did with any situation before making a logical conclusion - but he didn’t realise that his feelings were only getting deeper the more he pondered about you. All of his senses evaporated like the smoke from Deimos’ cigarettes.

“I think I love them too,” Hank simply replied back. Straightforward yet weighed a lot of meaning.

They absolutely devoured those moments they have alone with you but things were starting to get a little frustrating and they couldn’t wait any longer to see you again. The nagging urge to steal you away was getting out of control. They concluded that they had to have you with them every second of the day, not only because it brings them satisfaction, but they could have some ease knowing that no one else could try and take you away. They were the only company that you needed and could feel safe around and they needed to embed that into your head if this relationship was going to work.

Imagine having two dangerous grunts, that were capable of murder, completely fawn over you. To have them completely wrapped around your fingers. A few would probably think it’ll be a dream having someone obsessed with your existence. You'd think having a duo kill and leave a trail of bodies in their wake for you will give you a sense of security and protection. But what would even cause this? How would you even end up in a situation as drastic as this? You didn’t have to think too deeply when you had Hank J. Wimbledon and 2BDamned embraced you from both sides, nestling you in their arms.

There was the strong smell of disinfectant coming from 2B that mixed with the vile stench of blood from Hank hitting the back of your throat - a vast contrast to the dull asphalt outside, though you’d much rather be stuck with the latter because now you were feeling queasy from the sickly sweet smell. If Doc was busy with his work, there was always Hank cuddling you and keeping you from squirming away. If Hank was away in another raid, you’d have 2B with you. It was either one or the other, or even both, just always there.

Speaking of, you spent most of your days now inside Doc’s private room. You were told that enemies were always lurking and never know when they were going to strike. They couldn’t risk losing you and though it did sound endearing at first, you were starting to feel a little claustrophobic being inside one room all day.

You would always hear muffled voices, most likely from other mercenaries, outside your room but you never saw their faces. It’s not like they didn’t know you were there. They knew about your existence, they just didn’t know why they didn’t see you often. People tend to fear what they don’t understand and they will make up a scenario that could answer their questions, even if it is the most outrageous thing you’ve ever heard, which meant there were rumours about you. You could understand why everyone was confused but you didn’t understand why they had to spread rumours about you. It was agonising to hear even from inside the room.

Doc noticed how dejected you were feeling first. You were abnormally quiet and not so outgoing as you were before. At least someone wasn’t too blinded by love to not notice. You expected them to ask you why you were feeling so gloomy but instead, Doc instructed that you could leave the room and go outside but only when Hank was around so he could supervise you. It wasn’t what you expected but it was a drastic improvement to just staying inside and cuddling. At least you didn’t have to worry about the prying eyes of the other suspicious mercenaries with Hank's death stare scaring them away.

It made you feel somewhat better that you had a mass-murderer with you that wasn’t planning on killing you anytime soon. Perhaps you should accept your fate now if you want to stay alive.

Feedback is appreciated

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[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Oh, speaking of those madcom x knocked up reader, I’ve been meaning to ask… Do you think you could do some with Chopper Dave, Q-Bert and Skinner? You don’t have to ofc just. Asking

Cant be any characters left surely @_@ xD

Dis gon be looooong, get a snack or two, and some water.

Knocked up [Chopper Dave, Q-Bert, Skinner]

CW: AFAB reader, gender neutral, pregnancy warning

Dave

You were lounging on Dave's bed, waiting for him to finish fetching his charge back, a strong grunt with powers unmatched by any. They were highly favoured by all in the building, and your boyfriend shared in that admiration.

Killing time by playing games on your tablet, awaiting your man to ambush him with the news. You'd missed a cycle, and decided to take a test, which sat in the bathroom bin wrapped in toiler paper, cross marked. Positive.

It's not like you'd been actively trying for a child, but you weren't being careful either, let nature take her course and that course was parenthood. The door slid open, and your lover stepped in, beaming when he saw you. "Ello love,"

He removed his hat, placing it on the coat rack before strolling over and giving you a sweet kiss. "hope you 'aven't been too bored waiting for me, pigeon." His love of the sky invaded everything in his life, even his pet names for you, always something to do with birds.

"Hi Davey." You greeted back, nuzzling into his palm. "No, I've been playing GruntCraft. Built some silly things in creative mode. You wanna see?" He took off his jacket, revealing his sweaty t shirt, when he was out of the sky, his jacket cooked him.

"Sure thing, hen." He sat next to you, his hand massaging your back instinctively, his love language being physical touch. His fingertips sent pleasant shivers up your spine.

You shifted your character around and showed off some of the builds, getting a laugh as you showed off your giant wool sheep, with actual sheep inside it's hollow body. "Davey, there's something important I need to tell you."

"Your sheep building skills are baaahhdass. I already know." Dave grinned at you, his suave British charm making your heart flutter. You rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek, he was a goofball and you loved that about him.

"Its important, Dave." He lifted his arm, and you cuddled close into him, his familiar scent calming you down, yet exciting you too. "We're gonna have a baby."

Confusion crossed his features. "You what bird?" His brows knitted together. "That's a daft joke."

"It's not a joke honey. You can check in the bathroom bin, there's a test in there. You and me, we're having a baby." Dave's eyes lit up and he covered your face in kisses, his stubble scratching up your chin.

"We're pregnant? Really? Oh pidge we're gonna have a little aviator! Ach, we can paint their room to look like the sky, hang little planes up, and and-"

"Easy tiger," You laughed, music to his ears. Just when he thought he couldn't possibly fall deeper in love with you, you were going to carry his child. "we've got months to prepare. Besides, what if he or she prefers boat?"

Dave let out a dramatic gasp. "Then they're no child of mine!" He snorted and chuckled, unable to keep his fake shock up for a mere moment.

News quickly spread about your immanent baby, Dave gushing to everyone about his wonderful partner and their soon to be physical form of love for each other.

Bossman seemed to zone out when he talked, nodding along with the occasional "Mmmhmm."

Q-Bert rolled his eyes anytime the subject was brought up. "Are ye actually gonna buy somethin' or are ye jus' gon' waste my time again?"

Skinner was amused, letting him talk freely as much as his heart desired. "It's very rare that babies are even conceived in all of Nevada, let alone one right in this base. I'm sure they'll be a wonderful boost to morale."

None of the chefs gave him the time of day, he wasn't there for guns, so they had no interest.

Doc seemed sceptical to begin with, but would sometimes offer his own advice, having had a hand in Deimos' birth, and raising the little ankle biter. "Best advice I can really offer? Sleep when the baby sleeps. Don't try and sleep regularly, you'll be on baby time until they settle."

The mysterious grunt who seemed to build up the SQ didn't speak to anyone most of the time, would silently listen to Dave going on about anything and everything. "Hey listen, if uh, y'see anything sweet out there, like candy or chocolate, would you mind bringing some back? Pregnancy cravings are a bitch when you don't got much to work with." And faithfully, they'd always end up with something you'd enjoy.

Evenings and nights were blissful for the most part, a snack in hand while Dave talked about his day, interesting things he saw while flying, or a brief rundown of whatever the leader was up to that day. He was always massaging your feet which ached thanks to the added weight, or your tummy so he could hopefully coax a kick out of his little one.

"Does it hurt? When they kick." He perked up one night, hand over your active baby's writhing.

"No, but it's weird. Nice, but weird. At least we know they're healthy." You smiled, and Dave rested his head on your stomach.

"Aye, want nothing more than to have a healthy mite."

"What about yours?"

"Ey?" You poked Dave's gut.

"Your baby, does it kick?"

His cheeks turned red. "Oi! Cheeky bird! Don't insult my love handles. I'll have you know I worked very hard to get this dad bod for you."

Sleeping together was nice, you'd sleep on your side, a pillow between your legs, since it was most comfortable, and Dave would have an arm around your belly, spooning you from behind, keeping you safe in his grasp.

He'd cut back slightly on his drinking, slowly but surely becoming less indulgent on intoxicants to have a good time, enjoying just living in the moment with you, working towards the future.

Decorating the new nursery was a lot of effort too, he'd always work up a sweat painting, decorating, building baby essentials, it helped slim down his figure a little, but he was still plenty squishable and lovable.

He still had a job to do, indebted to the silent boss of the building, always flying them back and forth even if he wanted to hang around the closer your expectant day came. Alas, he was out flying when the action kicked off.

Bossman luckily had been passing by when you called out for help, and he rushed off to get Skinner, who easily picked you up and carried you to his office with care. You cried out for Dave, but he was absent, and Bossman was constantly pacing, calling him over the radio constantly.

"Don't worry, even if Dave isn't here, you're in safe hands." Skinner reassured you, wiping your forehead with a damp cloth.

"Why did he have to go out today?" You sobbed, this was scary, you had to face this alone, and he promised he'd be here for you. But he wasn't. "I hate him!"

Skinner nodded to his nurse, who took over caring for you while be busied himself at your other end. "You don't hate him, you're just upset he's not here." The nurse was kind, he was doing his best to soothe you. "I'm sure he's on his way as soon as possible."

Hours later, the door slid open, and Dave came running in. "PIGEON!" He yelled, running to your side. "I'm so sorry, boss wanted a lift to the otherside of Nevada and I-I I'm sorry!" He was crying, clearly upset about not being here the whole time.

"You're here now at least." You took Dave's hand. "You're here for the worst of it." He didn't leave your side, even as you crushed his hand. Eventually, you successfully delivered a baby girl, which Dave had insisted on naming Ava.

Q-Bert

You and Q-Bert weren't dating, more of a situationship. Both had urges, and could help each other out, and that worked fine. Until it didn't.

He was at his usual post, chewing tobacco behind his shop, legs crossed and propped on his desk, arms folded behind his head. You stepped up to his space, and he lifted his head, shadows cast over his eyes.

"Alright lovely?" Bert greeted you with a grin, his brown stained teeth coated in fresh poison. His accent was intoxicating, everything about him was. From a foreign land, with a strange voice and weird customs, like .... Haggis.

"Hope you've brought your wallet, 'coz I ain't able to scratch yer itches right now, as nice as the break would be. Mmmhh, actually, scratch that. Maybe if yer wantin' somethin' quick."

"Not right now, Bert. There's uh, a slight issue with our... thing." You felt flustered, even when he was being a perverted bastard, it was still charming. Bert spat his chew into the bin to his left and sighed.

"Yer callin' it off? Guess I should'a seen it comin'." His lip stuck out, he'd have to find someone else to bunk with now, which was gonna suck. But of course a pretty thing like you would move on and find someone willing to commit with them. He knew he couldn't, and he'd told you that. Commitment issues, never one to settle down.

"No, hear me out Bert." Rip off the bandaid. "I'm pregnant, and you're the father." That made him freeze up.

"Ye... yer sure about that?" You nodded to him, throwing your positive test onto his desk. "...'Ow do I know it's my wee bairn?"

He was starting to get under your skin. "You think I've been getting cosy with the other guys? Really? You think that I'm like that?"

Q-Bert got to his feet, raising his hands. "Nay 'course not. I just.. Shit.. Look I've had a few flames who pulled a stunt like this, they were lying just tae get tae me money."

"I don't give a fuck about the money!" You snapped at him. "I thought you knew that." Turning you back to him, you heaved out a sigh. "Look, I can do this myself if you don't want a part in it. Bossman, Skinner and Doc will be more than happy to help." As you began to head back to your room, arms wrapped around your middle.

"Nae, don' go. I'm sorry. A've been fucked over a lot in life, orite? Gettin' close to people ain't really been ma thing. But you, fuck, a've let a few of me walls down fer you. I canne promise you commitment, that's a big ask and I canne agree, but I'll do everything I can to keep you an' our wee bairn in good hands."

As previously stated, Bert isn't a good support system, unless you directly tell him what you need. He doesn't take hints well, but you can tell he's trying his best. "Ye look like ye could use a drink."

"I can't drink while pregnant, remember?"

"Oh.. right yeh." Bert would visit your quarters more often, bringing snacks he'd gotten in exchange for a few favours. His profits were biting a little, but a few bullets in exchange for your favourite candy was a worthy sacrifice. "Look, I got some of yer favourite crisps."

You graciously accepted his offerings, feeling like a dragon atop a snack hoard while your knight added to your pile.

Even when he was behind the desk, he'd have time for you. You could have the comfiest chair in his little room, or if he was laying back and lounging, you could cuddle into him, he'd rub your aching back and hips. Even as you got heavier, he didn't complain too much, just adjusting himself slightly to deal with the baby weight.

Sometimes he'd invite you back to his room to sleep next to him, missing the company. Despite saying he'd probably find someone else to share his time with, he didn't.

Other times you'd fall asleep alone in your bed, and wake up to his arms around you, his face buried into your back, hair, or shoulder. The distance between you and him made his heart ache, as much as he hated to admit it. He'd grown too fond of you, and he felt insecure, worried that something would ruin this piece of happiness he'd come to enjoy.

But... the pain never came.

With you, god with you he felt secure. He felt safe. And for the first time, in a long, long time, he felt genuinely happy. Of course you were different, you were carrying his baby for christ-sake. You'd sheltered and protected him, loved him like no other, and he finally opened his eyes to the fact.

One night you were laying in bed, and he entered, expecting you to be asleep as usual as he settled next to you. "Och..." His hand grazed your arm, softly and sweetly. "I love you so much." His stubble scratched your cheek as he kissed it.

"I love you too Bert." You mumbled tiredly, and he froze.

"Yer... awake?" You let out a noise of confirmation, and his face turned beet red, but it was thankfully masked by the darkness. "I.. dunno what tae say."

"Nothing, I'm tired and want to sleep, we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?" You carefully rolled over, facing him, seeing his expression soften in the dim light of the room.

"Alright love," He leaned in, kissing you tenderly, a hint of minty mouthwash on his lips.

It was another day in his office, lounging on him while he stroked your hair, chewing his tobacco and humming away when something ran down your legs. "Did ye just piss on me?" Q-Bert looked mortified. "If ye needed tae go ye shoulda said!"

"No, that's... You need to go get Skinner." The walk around the base would've been too much for your tired legs, so it was easier, and safer, to have the big doc carry you around.

Skinner suggested an epidural, which you decided to take. It hurt like hell to start with, but he swore it would make delivery easier for you. After hours and hours of body straining work, the G3 proudly announced. "It's a boy! And a chubby one too! Look at his fat little face!"

You looked at Bert, face sweaty and flush. "Magnum it is then." He'd asked you if you'd consider naming the child after a gun, which ... was weird but hey, why not.

Laying with a now settled newborn in your arms, Bert leaning over the bed to rub his cheek softly. "I'm gonna need tae get a beby holster."

Skinner

It started a few months ago, your favourite doctor snuggling you into the crook of his arm as you prepared to sleep, him absentmindedly scrolling down his social feed until something caught his interest.

"Hmm.. Seems an old friend of mine birthed a child recently." You were nearly in dreamland, his sudden voice waking you up slightly.

"Really? Interesting." You yawned, not out of disinterest, but pure exhaustion.

"What's even more intriguing is the fact she's a G3, like me. And her partner is just a normal grunt. It would seem my kind is capable of producing offspring after all. Curious." Sitting up slightly, you glanced at his screen, seeing a proud looking G3 with a baby in her arms, her partner equally as delighted with their little hybrid baby.

By all accounts, it was just like any other baby grunt, tiny enough in size, the only large feature from their mother they currently possessed were the thick, long eyelashes. "Drs. Eleanor Porter and Malicious Magnificent welcome their newest family member.. Proving once again life overcomes all in Eden.

Porter and I used to study together, both preferring to aid the hurt instead of shed blood like our other G3s. I'm glad she's doing well." Skinner's eyes lingered on the child, the beaming smiles on the tiny family's faces.

"Do.. you want a baby?" He looked at you, his smile carved permanently into his features. To some, G3s were Frankenstein monsters, to others their defining features made them more beautiful.

His massive hand cupped your cheek, eyes softening. "With you? Of course. I could think of nothing greater than being the one who gets to create a life with you."

"C'mere beautiful," You held his face in your hands too, giving him a loving kiss on his teeth. "you're gonna be the best dad."

Skinner set his tablet down, getting comfortable next to you. "We're going to have to closely monitor your heat cycles, picking out the best time to....Procreate." He was incredibly embarrassed about it, being posh and prudish was by default built into G3s.

A few months of trying and you could now share the happy news. "Hey smiles," You wandered into medbay, seeing him rummaging around in his new supplies.

"Hello dear!" He set the box down, coming over to greet you with a hug and a kiss, his usual greeting to you. "I got some new bits from our friends, something you might like!" He took your hand and guided you over, pulling out prenatal vitamins. "It took a while to find these, but I managed to strike a deal with an Employer, and she helped me out."

"An Employer? Honey, are you sure you know what you're getting into? They're... Not the best people." You wondered what this had cost him.

"This one is! Dreamer is a compassionate one, I told her about our dreams and she offered to help."

You knew vaguely of the Dreamer, the sandman of Nevada, one who walks in dreams. "No strings attached?"

"None! She's very nice, if you make the effort to seek her out. But it is a lot of effort, let me tell you that."

You got on your tiptoes and kissed Skinner. "Okay, I trust you. I guess I should start taking these now, right?"

"Hmm? Oooh!" Skinner looked excited. "Are you-?"

"Yes!" He picked you up in his arms and spun you around, his face glowing with pride.

"We're having a baby!!" He stopped spinning and nuzzled his face into your neck. "Oh, boy, girl? Both? There's so much to cover! At least I get to do this with you, my other half, my better half. You're in good medical hands, only the very best for my sweet partner."

Being with him was a breeze, everyone loved the medic and his partner, and would lend a hand at any chance to either of you. Bossman agreed to paint the nursery, going with a yellow theme since it's a rare colour out in the world, and it's gender neutral. Plus he has a box of rubber ducks he can use for more decor

A few old crates from Q-Bert with a little TLC made a stable crib, stuffed with anything soft the team could find, from pillows, to blankets, to stuffed toys. This baby was going to have the whole base lending a hand to raise it, a sense of community and duty falling on everyone.

Skinner made sure to get you into his office routinely, checking up on both you and baby, quivering with excitement every time. "I think it's about time we can use the ultrasound machine to have a good look at our little one!" He was an excited puppy, eagerly patting the medical bed while pulling the machine over.

"This will be cold, fair warning." Your stomach chilled as he carefully applied the gel, and the two of you looked to the screen as he guided the device over your womb, catching sight of a little figure wriggling around inside.

"Oh my, so tiny." You smiled sweetly, seeing the budding life inside of you for the first time. "Half of you, half of me, all perfect." Skinner put the device down and kissed you tenderly.

"All the perfection comes from you, my dearest." You interlaced your fingers with his, his massive hands making yours look tiny by comparison.

"Nope, you're a perfect man, you were built to be perfect." You kissed him back, giggling slightly as his eyes widened before closing, he leaned into you and let out a content sigh.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Skinner's eyes were half lidded, he was maddeningly in love.

"A few times, here and there." You joked, this man told you daily of his affections, how you were absolutely everything to him.

Months flew by, your expected date drawing closer and closer, all while doted on your massive man. There was nothing in this world he wouldn't do, foot rubs, pregnancy cravings, massages, holding your hair as your body went through morning sickness. Sweet butterfly kisses on your belly, music to help stimulate your daughter, time spent cuddling up and talking to the little one... Who was getting rather big.

"I think she's growing a bit too much, don't you?" You looked mildly concerned at your latest ultrasound, and down to your stomach. "What if she's getting your genes? How am I gonna deliver a massive baby?"

"Well... I suppose. She is sizeable, I could induce you, she's a little early for sure, but we have the means to support her if she is." Skinner tapped his chin. "Entirely depends on what you think is best for you two.

I could also perform a C-section, which would negate the need for a natural delivery with such a huge baby. That would put you out of action for at least six weeks however. It's quite a burden on your body. But equally, I suppose the natural route could do that too."

"I think... Induction would be easiest. Do you think we could maybe.. do it sooner rather than later? Like... Today? I'm just worried if she gets any bigger, it's really going to do a lot of damage to my body."

"T-today? I'll have to call my nurse in, but yes, I could do, if that's what you want." Skinner kissed your cheek. "I promise you dear, I'm going to do everything to make this easy for you."

Skinner made sure you were well medicated though an epidural, he was careful and considerate, as he promised he would be. Delivery was slow, making you weak and exhausted, but eventually, your baby girl was welcomed to the world.

As expected, she was a large baby, tiny claws at the end of her fingers, a tuft of grey hair already forming on her head, she had a set of lungs on her, wailing out for the base to hear.

A darkness came from the corner, an Employer taking shape, had you not been so numb and sore, you'd have freaked out. Purple eyes full of stars formed, and a soothing voice rolled out. "You've done well, I'm proud of you." She was ethereal, almost made of smoke, body gliding over the tile floor.

Carefully Dreamer laid a hand over your forehead, and at once you felt relief and relaxed. "I figured it only right to visit my gift to you, life is truly precious, especially at such a tender time" She turned to Skinner. "Take care of them, I know it doesn't need saying to you, but, all the same." And she was gone.

In that time, your baby had stopped crying, still in her father's arms, swaddled safely in a purple star covered blanket, and he handed her to you. "She's happy, she's healthy, she's absolutely everything I'd hoped for. My darling, there's nothing else in this world I could ask for."

"How about... we call her Celestial?" You smiled with tired eyes and Skinner kissed you.

"Blessed by the dream-weaver, I see no other name befitting of such a wonderful infant, gifted by the stars above." And baby Celeste was truly a blessing.

#okay its done this is the last one guys lmao #even if yall ask for more i really aint got it in me to keep going #i've done just about every character and my ass is NOT doing the hotdog vendor #chopper dave #q bert #quatermaster bert #skinner #skinner md #chopper dave x reader #q bert x reader #skinner x reader #madcom #madcom reader insert #mpn #madness combat #madness project nexus #oc dreamer #yeah i shoved my gal in the last one bcs i can #anyway collapses into a heap and emits a cloud of spores #x gon deliver to ya

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#5

Doctor reader teaching 2b about medical stuff?? I don't know, this came up in my head lmao. Yet again, have a great day. :))

This is going to be extremely short.

The Reader added the liquid to the wound then wrapped the bandages around. The Reader breathed out, "And that's how you bring someone back from the dead using only bandages and this common medicine." 2BDamned was impressed, he commented with something like happiness but clearly wasn't, "Great job, I could really use this in the future." The Reader smiles in reply.

31 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

#4

Very nervous to request- Can I get 2BDamned or/and Hot Dog Vendor partner headcanons?? It's okay if you decline this request. Have a great day. 🍪

I hope this is good and doesn't clash with anything canon... or messes up your anything.

2bDamned

• He is the kind of kind of guy who likes a person who can just kill him.

• Not that he's not into other kinds of people.

• He just loves to have someone fuck him up... but only in certain scenarios.

• He is also smart. If you like a smart, capable, strong, man, you found him in 2bDamned.

Hotdog Vendor

• He is an honest hard working man. If you want a regular but capable, functional, adult, here is the Hotdog Vendor.

• He is kind to everyone even if they are scary. He wants to be a loving partner and does his best to be so.

• He will give you a free hotdog if you are a friend or closer. But only one per day.

• He loves a chubby partner, they are so soft and huggable.

34 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#3

Orange x Green x Purple x Red x Blue x Yellow poly

36 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

#2

The Chosen One x The Dark Lord

They are happy to see each other.

38 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hello writer ^^ I hope you are well.What can I say, I like sad scenes. 2bdamend and Sanford being with their partner as they die.maybe sanford pierced his love's heart with his uppercut by mistake or hank had a fit of rage and ended doc's love.can be one shot or headcanon

Sanford kills his lover

• He tries not to cry but ends up crying and holding the body and crying all over the body. You know the deal.

• He probably killed them by himself by accident. Likely by overusing the hook.

• He never stops blaming himself, it's changes him. Sure, he'll keep fighting and he'll look the same from the outside but he's broken inside.

• Sanford closes himself from the outside, it'll take years to get over those walls.

2BDamned kills his lover

• It was probably an accident and by third hand means. Hank J Wimbleton gets surprised by someone and kills them.

• It's kinda his fault because you know Hank. But he's invested too much of his life to stop this.

• He mourns in silence, never letting himself express his pain. He doesn't cry on the outside. It's slowly killing him.

• 2BDamned blames himself, but he doesn't say it. It's implied by his actions. It's buried under all that well thought out chess game that he is using Hank in.

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Alright, finally got some headcanons here again. Thank you all for your patience, as always. :) ❤️

They Meet the Player in Person ft. Jebus & Tricky (+ The Main 3)

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Violence, this is quite long)

While you and the boys were immersed in your little "war" with the AAHW, you failed to recognize how the event itself would lead your other previous vessels to catch wind of you. And to be honest, you didn’t think you had a reason to be worried about that either way. Not many people knew the true nature of your existence, so you doubted the Nevadan public (or at least what remained of it) would get involved. And those that could weren’t exactly malicious by Madness standards. (Well, except for Tricky.)

One such vessel was the grunt who’d been a “partner” of yours for the longest. Dr. Jebediah Christoff, or simply “Jebus” as he was known now, was doing a patrol of the outskirts the first time he saw the flyers. Usually he wouldn’t bother going so far outside the central parts of the city, but he’d heard whispers of the AAHW encroaching on Nexus territory. This immediately piqued his curiosity.

For all the rivalry that AAHW had with the Nexus, they had never actually dared to enter the City or even come that close to its borders before. He could understand why; there was nothing the AAHW could want from the Nexus. Sure, the Divergence Engine, Keystone Fragment, and many Sleepwalker beds the Nexus Core had kept in the city all had some value, but the AAHW could already clone grunts. And they didn’t seem uneducated, which led him to believe there must’ve been some form of a Sleepwalker program there. (The Nexus didn’t exactly keep an eye on where the beds disappeared to. Especially since they’d been far more busy trying to keep order after Phobos’ death.)

So he knew that there had to be a reason why the AAHW was suddenly interested in Nexus City. And as he delved closer to the outskirts, he started seeing the odd posters dotting the street corners, which soon turned into entire murals that covered walls. It was actually kind of concerning to him; the organization has never been so extravagant in really “advertising” any of their goals. Not even the wanted posters for Hank were as frequent. Nonetheless, he approached one with some small amount of skepticism.

But he was shocked when, instead of finding new posters related to the AAHW’s orders or rules - or even their main objective of finding Hank - it was instead for a missing person. A large reward was offered, along with a long description of you. His The Player.

At first he didn’t want to believe it. It just didn’t make sense. There was no logical reason why you’d be in Nevada, not when you could control your vessels so well. More importantly, you were safe where you were, at least far safer than you would be in their world. Unaffected by the chaos and general hostility that polluted every corner of his realm. Why would you ever choose to come here?

But that turned to another line of reasoning. What if you hadn’t chosen to come here, but ended up in Nevada anyway? It wouldn’t exactly be out of line with the way the Employers and other higher powers of this place worked to force someone to do something against their will. And it would explain your absence, something he’d grown restless from yet again.

He had already loathed any mere second that he had to feel that awful chill and deep emptiness that came when you left. But at least then he could rationalize a reason why you were gone. As painful as it was, you didn’t need his help as a vessel during those years, and he was fine with that. (He really wasn’t but he couldn’t admit it to himself. He had to be stronger than this, for you, at least. What would you think if you knew how dependent he had become on you? How weak he grew without your constant care and affection?)

But this time, you had an actual mission to complete. You had been at his side the entire time when you two had to defeat Phobos. And while he certainly wasn’t happy when you used others as vessels (a far cry from how it had been thirty years ago), he wouldn’t ever go against your ways when it came to how you completed your objective. Your presence was still in Nevada, even if it wasn’t with him.

For you to leave in the middle of an important task like this, and from the entirety of your vessels was just confusing beyond belief. And he knew this because, as much as the others didn’t really like him, they had asked him if he’d been with you. Which was in itself was concerning. It made him frantic with worry, and he found himself slipping into the same sorry state he’d been in for the last thirty years. Utterly sleep-deprived, emaciated from the lack of a will to eat, and plagued by the delusions of your presence (which only fed his obsession, even if they contradicted the reality of his life).

But the flyers that he saw on the wall explained this.

He knew from his own search of Phobos’ office thirty years ago that the Auditor, no, the Employers, knew about you. That they revered you; believing in your power as being beyond that of theirs (and they were right, of course. You succeeded them in sheer benevolence if nothing else). It made sense that they’d want to be with you in a way that was more tangible. He’d also be a hypocrite if he didn’t say that he’d also want such a thing, to see you and be in your presence directly. But the difference is that Jebus would only do so if he knew that you’d be willing; he was actually considerate in regards to your needs. The Employers seemed to have very little care for anyone’s wishes but their own.

Of course they'd do something like this. But this just made him more worried. You may've been in Nevada, but you obviously weren't with the Auditor and the AAHW. So where could you be anyway?

With this in mind, he searched out more of these posters; scouring the fringes of the city for anything that could tell him about you and your location. It wasn’t difficult at all, for once. Not only did the AAHW post flyers, but they used recordings as well. (He couldn’t help but laugh sardonically once he heard the Auditor’s pleadings for you to come back. He didn’t know how they’d managed to drive you away, but it was funny to hear such a powerful being groveling at your metaphorical feet. He only laughed harder once he heard your voice finish off the recording with a stern no. At least that confirmed your feelings on it.)

Soon the general number of flyers changed, becoming far more frequent. And the many that were stapled to the few stable structures on the outskirts, Jebus found one that you’d made with your vessels. His hands shook slightly as they gently removed the staples and brought the image of you closer to his eyes.

He held his breath as he took in your appearance. Odd, in comparison to grunts. Your skin was more colorful than he was expecting, the pigments making you seem so warm compared to the grey that grunts had. Then there was that wedge-shape that protruded from the middle of your face. But most stunning were your eyes, bright and expressive as you gave the camera a grin. You were beautiful.

He stared at the picture for more than a few minutes before folding it delicately and putting it in his inner-coat pocket. Besides showing you off, the flyers were immensely helpful in telling them who you were with. And it’s not like anyone else would be posting them anyway, so he knew you had to be in the area. With a renewed vigor, he picked up the pace, intent on searching the place for you.

And after many hours of searching, he finally did.

He was in the middle of scrutinizing another of the flyers when he froze, having heard the light cadence of your voice. He instinctively took it as another auditory hallucination, perhaps due to the sleep deprivation he’d experience whenever your absence occurred for too long. However, those only lasted for a few interspersed minutes at a time. You continued to speak, your excitable words carrying over the stiff air of Nevada to him in a way that was unmistakable. It had to be you.

The way he was quick to sprint to where the sound was coming from would’ve embarrassed him in any other circumstance (he’d rather appear composed; he found that he was far more threatening that way). But he couldn’t find himself caring as the sound of you got clearer, and with a final turn of a corner, he found you.

Well, he found the wall of grunts who’d heard a force coming and decided to block you from view. He recognized Hank immediately, the red tint of his goggles sticking out against the dreary landscape of the city. That and the barrel of the gun he had pointed at the Savior. Sanford and Deimos, who’d lingered a bit behind him, had their hands placed on their weapons as well but seemed to ease as they took in his appearance. (Somewhat, at least. They were ready to fight him if you needed them to, even if he’d been instrumental in their larger plan to end Project Nexus. It would be a setback, but they’re sure Doc wouldn’t be too mad once they explained the situation.)

Jebus took a step towards the group, only to be met with another by Hank, who’d only seemed to get more threatening when he took in who stood before him. (It’s not like he forgot how he had to constantly fight with the man for your attention before you arrived. If he had his way, the Savior wouldn’t even see you.) But when Hank made another step towards Jeb, he was suddenly stopped in his place. By you.

Jebus’ eyes widened once he saw the light strings pulling at the mercenary’s form, too shocked to even be annoyed at the way Hank’s form seemed to relax immediately at their instruction. However, unlike before, the strings didn’t reach upward towards the heavens, from where you always looked down on them before. Instead, they weaved around Sanford and Deimos, leading directly behind them. His breath caught in his throat when he saw a hand reaching out from behind them, the radiant threads leading back to the fingertips. And then, you stepped out (though not before placing a reassuring hand on Sanford’s arm and giving a comforting look to Deimos, who looked rather panicked at your actions).

“What’s the hold up? -Oh, wait, Jeb? It’s so good to see you! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” You said, fully relieved to not have to deal with another enemy that day (well, maybe not an enemy to you). And then you smiled at him.

You had rendered him frozen yet again. He had experienced so much with you, and was the victim of so much pain when he couldn’t feel that warmth enveloping him. But now he could feel that all-encompassing heat emanating from you, and hear your voice more clearly. He could see the way your eyes shined in silent affection for him. It was almost too much for him to take.

Never in all of his musings or reflections on his own feelings and memories about you, did he ever think that you would ever be standing right in front of him. His Player. Kind and caring, a paragon of good. The same person who’d helped him face the tyrannical Director of the Nexus Core thirty years ago, and the very same who’d been helping him regain control of Project Nexus. You were someone he tried to emulate - And longed to have.

Your expression switched from relief to worry when you saw him falter, and a few tears slipping out from behind his glasses. Ignoring the protests of Hank and your other vessels, you hurriedly approached him, intent on comforting the man who you’d known has been put through so much strife - and partly because of you. You can’t imagine how difficult it must’ve been for him to deal with Nevada for thirty years, even with your help. His story had always made you sad, but at least now you had the ability to give him the care he deserved.

You wordlessly brushed away the hand that he raised to wipe his face before encircling your arms around him in a soft embrace, shushing him. He straightened up, body going stiff as you did so. He didn’t know what to expect, but your touch wasn’t something he thought he would ever experience.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” You whispered, a small, sad smile grew on your face when you felt him pull you slightly closer, if not with some hesitancy. You were pure, and he didn’t want to do anything to taint that part of you. Your grip tightened around him once you felt the soft taps of his tears falling onto your shirt. But you also noted the soft rumblings that you felt through the armored plate you were resting your head on. He was purring.

Jebus felt like he was experiencing some sort of forgiveness. Like his sins were being cleansed by the intense heat he felt from you. But even this paled in comparison to the feeling of peace that overtook him. In this moment, embraced by his one idol, all was right. You cared about him enough to comfort him in his time of need. And he knew at this moment that he’d pay you back for all of that help you’d given him before. He was yours, and he would spend the rest of his life proving that he deserved to be by your side, if you needed him to.

(In this moment, your other vessels were not as happy. Hank was shaking in anger as he watched the two of you, and Deimos and Sanford had immersed themselves in a hushed conversation about what they would tell 2BDamned. It was time for them to move. If not to get away from the AAHW, then to leave the other vessels who might show up. They didn’t need anyone else trying to steal you from them!)

To be completely honest, Tricky didn’t really care about the posters he’d noticed being put up in Nexus City. (At least not at first.) He was usually too busy trying to scrounge up materials for his newest “game” or simply indiscriminately murdering grunts to notice them most of the time. But when he saw the name plastered on them from the corner of his eye, he immediately ran up to them, haphazardly tearing one from its post (and leaving plenty of it behind, leaving it almost illegible).

His shaking got even worse when he read your title plastered on it. You were here?! His precious Player?!?! In Nevada!!?!

Unlike Jebus, he didn’t think too much about how dubious these claims might be. Tricky’d been pretty good at searching the city for your presence before, and had immediately noticed when you were too far away for him to catch wind of. That just made him widen his efforts, of course (it’s not like he was willing to just give up on finding you, no that was unthinkable to him). Instead of questioning why you were in Nevada, he simply took the flyers as information about your location. And, luckily for him, the fact that your other vessels were in some of them just made it easier!

He flew through the streets, even ignoring most of the unassuming grunts as he shouted your title out to try and get your attention. (The AAHW members there who heard him just looked at each other and decided to call it a day. They weren’t getting paid enough to deal with the clown.)

Meanwhile, you had been out with your group yet again, this time a final supply run before you’d be switching locations. Doc was very insistent on it, for some reason. Hank had stopped in his tracks the moment he heard Tricky’s shouting and gestured for the others to get their weapons out.

Deimos let out a tired groan when he heard the screeching. “God, again?!? I thought we’d put an end to this ages ago.” Sanford hung his head for a moment, sighing before nodding in agreement. The two were victims of many of the clown’s interruptions in their missions, mainly to fight them and/or steal your presence away. Not only was he dangerous, but very annoying.

You were silent but apprehensive. You knew that Tricky definitely didn’t hate you, but you really didn’t want to have to deal with anyone in your group getting injured. You saw his stop sign before the clown himself, jolting along the ground haphazardly as it seemed to search for something. And then the Zed erupted from the ground. Right in front of Hank.

Of course, the grunt was quick to pull his gun out, but the clown just ignored him, shoving past him to get closer to where he felt an intense warmth emanating from. But he was yanked back, Hank’s claws nearly tearing through his labcoat as he aggressively pulled the clown in front of him. “HEY!! >:(”

Then you spoke up to try and quell the already volatile situation. “U-um, Hank? I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t do this right now. Like really appreciate it.” You followed up the statement with a small bout of nervous laughter. The clown’s gaze snapped to you and you paled.

"PLAYER!!! :D CLOWN FINALLY FOUND YOU!!!! :DDD"

He then teleported directly to you, completely bypassing Sanford and Deimos (who'd tried in vain to block you from view). You yelped when he appeared a few inches from your face, taking a step back and craning your neck to look up at his mask. He giggled at your bewildered expression. You looked so cute!

"Ah, yes, you've found me!..." You trailed off a little bit. "Do you..want anything, Tricky?"

He almost squealed when he heard you say his name. It sounded so much better from you in person! He nodded quickly, leaning down to get closer to you.

"YOU'LL USE CLOWN NOW!! :D" He yelled, and the others bristled from behind him. What? No. This cannot be happening.

You grinned shakily. "I-well. I'm not sure I can do that..permanently? But I guess I can bring you along for now," came your response, and your smile widened when he cheered enthusiastically. It was kind of cute to see him so excited, even if his presence was wholly unexpected.

Naturally, the others in your party were less than enthused. But they didn't have much of a choice, having to put up with the clown as he paraded around with you for the rest of the day. They were put on the sidelines for once, feeling bitter as they watched you give him all of your attention. (It was to keep him from running off or doing something stupid, but it wasn't fair to them.)

Deimos pouted when he turned to you after a perfect shot, expecting to find you ready to give a compliment or a praising look, only to see your eyes fixed to the clown instead. Sanford experienced the same thing, looking rather crestfallen when he didn't hear a peep from you after he pulled off a rather impressive move with his hook.

On the other hand, Hank was embroiled in a competition with Tricky, both tearing apart enemies at a break-neck speed to try and impress you. It was generally very chaotic; Tricky shouting jeers and taunts as he cleaved through bandits with his sign, only to screech when Hank actually threw one of the bandits at him (not before flipping him off, of course.)

(You sweat-dropped. They were acting exactly like they did when you were outside of Nevada. You hadn't imagined that it was really this bad though.)

However, even if Hank managed to kill more bandits or agents than the Clown, which he did, you still didn't switch to him. It was utterly infuriating. What the hell did Tricky do to earn your attention and your praise? He wasn't supposed to be here, and he didn't have any business interrupting their mission. You had a job to do, and he was slowing you down. If anything, you should've been insulted. But no - you instead complimented him whenever you saw him do a trick with his sign, or teleport around the battlefield in a flash.

The last straw for your vessels occurred at the end of another massacre. Tricky bounded up to you, looking at you like an excited dog would its owner. He held his arms out.

"CLOWN WANTS A HUG FROM YOU!! PLEASE!! <3333 :D"

And to the astonishment of your other vessels, you gave one to him. Just like that. Nodding with a smile before embracing the Zed, and laughing once he picked you up and spun you around. (Deimos was especially pissed off at that. You did that with him a lot, too.)

Of course, Tricky knew about the jealous glares the others were shooting at him and the way they tensed up in anger at his actions. But he didn't care. Why would he, when he had you in his arms? No, he was entirely too focused on the adorable way you laughed, and the warmth that permeated through his very being at being in your presence (and under your control).

He purred loudly as he placed you back down, though still keeping you in a tight hug. He was still shaking, of course, but oddly enough it seemed to lessen when he was enveloped by your touch. He absolutely adored you before, but this little event had only furthered his love for you. And, judging by the way you chuckled and held him even tighter as he nuzzled into you, you seemed to hold some affection for him as well. Just like he wanted.

("We're moving. Now." Was all that Hank said, no growled, watching you fraternize with the insane clown. It was actually difficult for him to not do anything, the urge to destroy the happy Zed for even looking at you was running at an all-time high.

"Calling Doc right now," Deimos replied, looking uncharacteristically tired as he turned his head from the scene in front of him and pulled out his comm. He was still angry about the hug. That was your thing! And besides, Tricky shouldn't be touching you anyway. He was almost always covered in blood, you didn't need that filth on you.

Sanford was also glaring daggers at Tricky. Seeing you enjoy someone else's affection just picked at his heart in the worst of ways. It was even worse that it was someone like Tricky, who he knew was likely too unstable to take care of you (certainly not like he could). His hook was feeling a bit too shiny as of late. Maybe he could stand to dirty it up a little?)

#tw: yandere #doc after hearing about this: 😑 are you kidding me? more people?? #me: damn jeb deserves better than this #also me: *writes angst whenever jeb is involved* #i love this man #good luck on getting tricky to leave you alone now #deimos when tricky spins you: but..that was our thing 🥺😡 #self aware m:pn au #samau #player!reader #yandere jebus #jebus x reader #jebus #yandere tricky #tricky x reader #tricky #yandere madness combat #yandere madcom #madness combat x reader #my writing

[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?

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton #hank j wimbleton x reader #2bdamned #madness combat doc #2bdamned x reader #doc x reader #this got surprisingly long sorry about that. I was just in a writing groove it seems #really tired again today but hey tomorrow is Thursday for me and on Friday I'm gonna take a nap #it's been fun writing for Madcom again but I really gotta replay the game. I haven't had the time to do that just yet #between work and writing and other mandatory things I barely have time for anything at all these days #I barely get an hour for myself per day these day unfortunately. but oh well. writing can be fun #I just wish I had more ideas of my own on what to write. I had an idea today but I'm not sure if I should write it #well I don't have much to say. but I think I'm gonna write Hank differently from how I used to #I still have a few requests I wrote back then that I never posted plus another drabble about white Hank in my drafts #it's finished but I haven't gotten around to posting it since I'm not satisfied with it at all. writer's curse I suppose #I think I'm gonna cut my rambles short this time. have a nice day anon. and anyone else reading this too

[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.

#dogness combat lol #madness combat #madness combat dog au #madness project nexus #madcom #madness combat project nexus #madness combat player #madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #deimos x reader #mpn2 #sanford x reader #2bdamned x reader #doc x reader #owner!reader #pet!player #dog!player

[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.

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