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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 3 months

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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.

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abstract-crossverse · 3 years

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YOU KNOW WE NEED A BIG BRO DEIMOS TEASING THE CHILD READER FIC NOW

Ight Les goooo

2022 edit: format change, colored text and slight change in one of the paragraphs

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Big bro!Deimos teasing Child!Reader

2BDamned was out, so that meant that Hank was trying to teach how to use a gun, you were nervous since 2B never let you even get CLOSE to a gun before

You also hated the loud noise it made but you had to learn or else if there were no close range weapons near you wouldn't know how to even use a pistol

With shaky hands, you held the gun up to one of the targets like Hank instructed, until Deimos came by and kneeled down near you

"ya scared, munchkin?" He teased "No! I-Im not scared!" You stammered "y/n's scared!~ y/n's scared!~ y/n's-"

He said in a sing-song voice until he was cut off by you pulling the trigger and hitting the target, you gasped then looked at your uncle and brother

You put down the gun and cheered along with Deimos, who picked you up and placed you on his shoulders

"See! I knew you'd do it!" Deimos praised, you laughed "no you didn't! You said I was scared" Hank ruffled you hair

"well I did in my head" Deimos laughed as you three headed back inside

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Short one cuz I didn't know what to do here exactly

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #deimos madcom #madness deimos #deimos x reader #deimos madness #child reader #fic #anon

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vinnival · 3 years

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Hi! I'm really sad and can you write a fluff main madcom 4 x reader, where the reader is comforted? I'm sorry for any possible mistakes, I don't speak English well :(

hello yes :)!! I'm sorry this took a while to do, I hope you're feeling better nowadays! <3

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"Yo, you guys aren't gonna believe this, but..."

Deimos was walking up to the group, coming from scouting the area for the new facilities that were being erected sometime soon. The others, including you, were polishing and cleaning your weapons.

"What is it now, another cool-looking pipe you spotted?" Sanford quipped.

"Or a dusty old rug out in the open," Doc added.

"Or an old tire?" You threw in, smiling darkly.

"Hardee-har-har, I find cool stuff! You guys are just mean." Deimos easily shook the slander off, "Anyways, I spotted a Blockbuster just around the bend right down this hill we're on..."

The group seemed to quiet for a minute, all looking at each other. Doc hummed, "Haven't heard of one of those in years... Is it raided?"

"No, doesn't look like it. It's pretty well-hidden."

You jumped up, excited. "We're getting us some movies tonight, then!"

You and Deimos immediately began to race down the hill.

Just as Deimos predicted, the place was very dusty, yet untouched. Considering how many buildings in Nevada were torn apart by nomads, bandits- your group, even- it was a miracle that this store was still pristine... stock-wise, anyways.

The five of you split up around the store, marveling at all the potential movies you all now had access to. You heard an excited shout from Sanford, "HOLY SHIT IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE SEEN THIS."

You giggled at his ecstatic demeanor, being cut off sharply by a movie that you yourself recognized and haven't seen since you were a small child. You let out a yell of your own, shaking your hands in your excitement. You grabbed the movie and a few others, and rushed back to the center of the store.

It seems everyone else had the same idea as well, though. When you arrived, every other member of the team ran up with their own armful of movies. Even Hank looked excited through his vermilion goggles and face mask.

"Okay, okay, we're not carrying this all home," Doc pointed out, and you groaned, "We can do it, why would you think we can't?! We'll reap our sow when we get to watch these!" Sanford sounded very adamant about the movies- you couldn't help but smile as a new soft spot of his was discovered. "I call dibs on the first watch," you added in while you could.

Hank snapped his fingers, calling you all to them. They set their movies on a nearby shelf and brought up their hands, "We can do it, 2B. Majority wins."

The doctor sighed, looking away. A couple seconds passed before he looked back, a curt nod following.

"Alright. But, the second shit goes down, I'm dropping my movies and running to our weapons."

"Wow, such a reliable ally," you rolled your eyes, and his goggles turned towards you passive-aggressively.

"You decided to join this mess of a group. Just as Sanford said earlier, you reap what you sow."

You shrugged in response. Guess that made sense...

Luckily, the group wasn't attacked- only BARELY avoided bumping into bandits. Once you all managed to make it into the base, a collective sigh of relief was let out.

Then, chaos.

"MY MOVIE FIRST!" Deimos yelled, to which Sanford challenged him, "No, mine first, it's funnier than whatever crapload you picked up-!"

2B watched silently as everyone else in his "Nevada's Most Wanted" group raised hell, arguing over who goes first, Hank, his hands rapidly flying around- aggressively cussing everyone out in NSL, you repeatedly wracking Deimos over the head with one of his movies that fell out of his arms, Sanford calling everyone "chuckleheads" and the such...

Rubbing his temples, 2B grabbed a spare wooden spoon from the cabinet above him and slammed it onto the counter, startling everyone into silence. His goggles trailed over to you.

As you slowly inched away from Deimos, you haphazardly dropped his movies on the ground.

2B finally spoke up, calling your name.

"Back at the store, you called the first watch. So, go ahead and choose a movie. I allowed everyone to bring all the movies home at the risk of our safety, so it's only fair to NOW listen to me."

Your eyes peeked over to the other three, their heads slightly hung in guilt. You had to resist laughing haughtily in victory.

Once 2B made sure everyone was calmer, he trailed off to his room after requesting you call him in to join you all just before the movie starts.

After he left, you snorted lightly, "Ya snooze, ya lose, amirite-" the person you managed to turn to was a brooding Hank, who shot you a death glare, hugging his favorite movies to himself.

You think you spotted the Saw series somewhere in there-

"...pop... corn..." He grumbled out, and you snapped yourself out of your brief trance.

Oh yeah, you have to prepare for the movie...

Picking your favorite horror, you placed it into the dusty DVD player that never got used until now (how did it even work?).

Immediately, Deimos hopped over the back of the couch and got comfortable. Sanford followed behind with the popcorn- prepared by himself. 2B joined a couple minutes after, in some more comfortable viewing glasses after wearing his goggles the whole day.

You settled in next to Deimos. The faint smell of smoke wafted off of him, but his cologne luckily masked most of it.

The last one to join was Hank, who, surprisingly, brought their giant blanket to the group. They tossed the blanket over the group and then sat down next to you.

Looking around at the four others, you grinned.

"Ready?"

Grunts of approval were heard from everyone else, making you snicker with excitement.

Holding out the remote, you clicked play.

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #this was really fun to write #madcom hank #hank j. wimbleton #madcom sanford #madcom deimos #madcom 2bdamned #heres what happened #sanford kept laughing to hide the fact he was jumping #doc flinched a couple times but mostly stayed still #deimos screamed and clung to you like a baby #the most that came out of hank was a couple of sharp exhales #the blankie was very warm and you felt safe<3 #if you get scared then deimos and hank would both pat your back as you calmed your breathing #if not then you just sniggered at deimos' cries of fear

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nevadancitizen · 2 years

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about me :)

my name: riptide

pronouns: he/him (ftm)

age: nineteen

icon: by callsignmint on tiktok

background: by krinkels (screengrab from SACRIFICE.fla)

only rules:

i’m good with writing most cod:mw characters (+ some warzone characters) except for anyone from konni

i’m getting back into madcom so i’m up for writing the main three + 2bdamned and some of the SQ

i love writing fluff but i’m up for angst >:3

i never write x fem reader -- most of my works are gender neutral and trans-friendly

dni if: pro-shipper, terf, anti-black/latine/asian, anti-lgbt (i’m trans), pro-zionism, anti-palestine, other basic criteria of being a bad person etc etc

requests: open :)!! please send stuff in

currently working on:

more self-aware au stuff (this time with the whole 141!!!!)

ghost x reader, inspired by butcher vanity by vane lily

main three + 2bdamned running the soldier’s cockfighting pit (set in yansoftie’s soldier au)

notes: i’m falling victim to madness combat once again..... RAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

here's the link to my ao3 (be warned, while this blog is sfw, there is some nsfw work on my ao3)

masterlist is below the cut!!!!!!

tags:

#riptide writes 🌊 (general writing tag)

#riptide’s asks 🤙 (all asks tag)

#riptide’s drawings ✏️ (art tag)

#call of duty 🪖 (call of duty works)

#self-aware cod au 🎮 (self-aware cod au, obviously)

#madness combat 🆘 (madness combat works)

key:

💘 -- gender neutral

⛅️ -- fluff

🥀 -- angst

⚠️ -- depictions of obsessive/toxic behaviors

⭐️ link to my art masterlist here!

call of duty

⭐️ link to my self-aware cod au masterlist here! (belongs to puff0o0)

könig

the social weak link (ft. awkward! reader) 💘 ⛅️

rich people fail the turing test while interacting with you and könig.

“debts to pay” series (ft. sniper! reader) 💘 🥀

chapter one: “nasty majesty!”

sniping isn’t really something you wanted to do, but something you were forced into. luckily, you’re one of the best. unluckily, someone wants that position. that someone happens to be a 6′10 freak of a man.

chapter two: “sight for sore eyes”

Schaeffer is dead. you only want to celebrate, but multiple people come along to piss in your cereal – including one of the Vox Populi.

simon “ghost” riley

the social weak link (ft. awkward! reader) 💘 ⛅️

rookies and debriefings are pains in both you and ghost’s asses.

retired transmasc ghost (ft. gn! reader)

a drabble about retired transmasc ghost and him discussing his top surgery plans with you.

hurting, longing, loving -- dancing to disco music (ft. amnesiac! reader) 💘🥀

you wake up with no memory of simon. you can only hope to find him among your fractured memories and the scattered lights of a disco ball.

john “soap” mactavish

you're out of touch – i've been outta time (ft. resurrected! reader)

you died six months ago, but you've come back to haunt johnny. not as a ghost, no – as some twisted version of you that johnny still loves. too bad you don't still love johnny, or remember him in any capacity.

madness combat

hank j. wimbleton

“one last retreat” (ft. soldier! reader) 💘 ⚠️

among all the sounds you hear on the front lines, it’s not all that unexpected to hear dog tags chime from an alley. your curiosity is unwavering and is, unfortunately, getting the better of you. just one peek couldn’t hurt, right? it’s not like you’d meet what you thought was your death in an unoccupied alley... right?

“angel” (ft. angel! reader) 💘 ⛅️

hank listens to your woes about being forced to become an angel.

sanford

“darling daughter” (ft. employer! reader) 💘

taking care of a human child is awfully hard when she’s been conditioned to gather resources from dead bodies. it only gets worse when the man you promised to be an informant for comes to collect.

deimos

“aggression” (ft. player! reader) 💘 ⚠️

after daydreaming of seeing into your camera feed once again, deimos takes initiative and makes his own device that connects with your monitor.

“recovery” (ft. sensitive hearing! reader) 💘 ⛅️ 🥀

when a trigger sends you into a spiral, you decide to confront the one who brings you comfort: deimos.

headcanons:

status quo

random player hc’s :) (ft. player! reader) 💘 ⛅️ ⚠️

headcanons i came up with when i wasn’t feeling well

fascination with the ordinary (ft. player! reader) 💘 ⛅️ ⚠️

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.

in space with markiplier

mark

“apologies” (ft. captain! reader) 💘 ⛅️ 🥀

after dying for the nth time, you finally get some alone time with mark to apologize for everything you’ve done.

#riptide writes 🌊#personal #masterlist

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headlessjest · 8 months

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Child!Reader and MAG!Hank vs Sanford and Deimos in a chicken fight. (Where’d the water come from? Who knows.)

I used to love playing chicken fight lol.

#madness combat & reader #madcom & reader #madness combat x child! reader #madcom x child! reader #hank j. wimbleton x reader #sanford x reader #deimos x reader #doodle #this was so fun to draw lol #lmao swagg

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headlessjest · 6 months

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what is up !!

uhhh sorry if this clutters up ur ask box but could u draw/write Auditor as a dad to a silly shadowy y/n uhm sorry ,,, if its considered a blank promt

I’ll write this since I’m kinda drawing a lot of my oc ref sheets!

Thank you for the request though!

Ft: Auditor

(All of this is platonic!!)

Hcs:

•Tbh, they weren’t expecting a mini them

•But in all honesty, they like it.

•I mean, a mini version of yourself is sick as hell, and you can teach them crazy shit.

•But fr though, they like taking care of you.

•Also, it is confirmed that the employers are vampires, no joke. So I’m just imaging you biting random agents and Auditor is in the back like: “Lmao, that’s my kid.”

•I also think that they share their drinks with you because you’re technically also an employer? (I have a headcanon that the employers have different taste in drinks n all that. Like how Auditor has a taste in sweeter or more sugary drinks.)

•I also think that you mock them in a way. Like being in their office a lot and typing on the computer, etc. Trying to live up their name.

•But yeah, they love taking care of you and do get a little upset when not having time to be with you.

One shot:

Alright, ever since you got accidentally created, you’ve been kinda a nightmare for the agency. You gnaw at everything you see, scratch at everything, and just be a little shit head in general.

The only way for you to calm down was your dad…

Your dads drinks.

Apparently, sugary drinks help you calm down instead of being a hyper little shit head. That's where you are right now, getting chased down by everyone, including your dad because you won't accept sugary drinks. "(Name)!!" Auditor yelled out over the speaker.

"I swear to God, (Name)! This has been going on for 3 whole hours! How the hell do you have the energy for this shit!?" Auditor yelled once again. You continued to run through the halls as the agents chased you down. As you kept on running, you got trapped in a corner. You turned around to look at the agents who're trying to slowly grab you.

You looked below you and realized a vent was underneath you. The agents also noticed this and one of them lost their control and instantly tried to grab you, forcing you to climb into the vent and close the cover behind you quickly. "Uh, MX.. They're in the vents now.." one of the agents hesitantly stated into the ear piece. "Goddamn it! Alright, everyone, go to every vent in the agency and guard it. We need to get (Name) to calm down as soon as possible!" Auditor command.

All the agents nodded at eachother and all started to spread out to each individual vent in the place. Now here you are, climbing through the vents, trying to find your dad's office. The one place where an agent isnt guarding the vent. Auditor hummed when looking over the camera footage, trying to find out where you are.

Auditor was honestly getting some deja vu rn from the fnaf 2 and 3 vent stuff. Honestly kinda scared them a bit.

Anyways, after 10 minutes of this bs, you finally found your dad's office and giggled to yourself. You were about to jump out of the vent before hearing your dad say this. "You're in here, (Name)!" You jolted from this and tried to crawl away before one of Auditors tendrals grabbed you from the vent and made you drop down and into their hands.

"All agents, (Name) has been found. Go back to your post at once." Auditor commanded. Auditor was now glaring at you with anger. You tried to squirm your way out of their hold but no use. Their grip was strong enough to hold you still and all that.

"(Name), you caused a lot of trouble today! Do you know how much work had to be put aside because of you!?" Auditor scolded. You realized their words and kinda dropped down a bit, your flames/shadows going down. Auditor looks over your state and sighs.

They set you down on the ground and kneel down towards you. "I know that you know we don't get a lot of time together, right?" Auditor questioned. You nodded and looked away a bit in slight shame. "Listen, I'll make a deal, (Name)." This got your attention, making you look back up at them. "Sometime, this week, I'll take a day off and hang out with you. Spend some time together." Auditor swore.

You looked up at them for a bit with sparkles in your eyes(?), before lifting your left hand up and bringing your pinky out. Auditor chuckled a bit from this and brought their left hand out, wrapping their pinky around yours.

Well damn. That was really sweet. I hope you like this, anon!

-Jester

#madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat x child! reader #madcom x child! reader #madness combat & child! reader #madcom & child! reader #auditor x reader #auditor x child! reader #auditor & child! reader #Fluff is fun to write once in awhile #I also speedran thi because I needed something to calm me down #i also got this ask when playing papas freezeria on my computer

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