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howlingmod · 2 months ago

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Hi mod!! Can I request Coil x reader who isn’t physical too strong but is a extraordinary mechanic that made adjustments for other people’s gears?

Let reader be Skate’s sibling for more drama if u want pretty plz

summary - coil x reader

misc - this prompt is so cute i had to wait to do it justice

-you two piss skate OFFFFFFF. he cant STAND you guys in the same room he's so mad you guys hit it off so well. all he wanted was to make sure you guys wouldn't kill each other in his apartment and you wouldn't call the cops on coil if you ran into him in the morning, NOT for you two to start bonding over the mechanics of different gears and the modification of them. expect a lot of playfighting with your brother because if he ever walks in a sweet moment its over he's tackling one of you

-Anyway.

-You two really did hit it off immediately. Coil wasn't really expecting much when Skate told him he wanted him to meet his sibling, he's heard plenty about you and you seem nice enough, but he'd never gotten the chance to actually see you before. Skate always claimed you were busy with "work" (something he never really clarified, Coil kinda just assumed you were like. a cashier. maybe a barista.) but Coil figured you just weren't all that interested in getting involved in your brother's crime ring, he couldn't blame you for that. That was up until he saw your room and realized, yes, you were drowning in work, near literally.

-He didn't even think it was your actual room, he just thought it was some little workspace. The walls were covered in all different kinds of tools, case-fulls of screwdrivers sat haphazardly in towering stacks, covering up blueprints for various customers of yours. You were in the middle of it all, hardly even noticing Skate had come in until he snuck up behind you to cage you in a headlock. You two barely got through introductions before you were swatting at each other, shoving and kicking at the others shins. Coil was too stunned to even care, busy analyzing every heap of bolts and scrap metal.

-By the time you could get something other than 'fuck off' out, he already had a million questions about what you did, an amount that'd only double when you revealed you modified gears for a living (and some generic repair work for home appliances, but that was less cool so you brushed over it as quickly as possible). Skate almost had to physically drag Coil out of the room just to get him to stop pestering you with questions, complaining that they'd be late to some meeting later that night if they didn't head out. Rest assured Coil was knocking on your door with a stupid grin as soon as they got back that night.

-He loves that he can talk freely and you just get him, he doesn't have to explain all the work he's done and all the effort he's put into his gear because you've done the exact same hundreds of times over (Maybe not to the same level but y'know). It's those conversations that he cherishes the most, even as they slowly drift further and further from gear and towards your personal lives.

-He's not one to share that much, he likes to keep his hand close to his chest, it's just safer that way. Something about you makes him lose his guard, though, he finds that all his barriers dissolve before he can even notice. The words spill out of his mouth before he can process them leaving in the first place- if you were some secret double agent, he'd probably be cooked. The thought only makes him laugh. He brings it up one night, insisting he could beat you up and take you down before you could even think of ratting him out, you only laugh and kick his leg in response, he hits your shoulder back, gently as he can manage. The conversation dies as soon as it starts, leaving you two in a comfortable silence.

-As much as he loves talking to you, he equally adores just spending time with you, not even directly interacting. You two just sitting next to each other working on something is enough for him. It tells him he's not alone and provides him with some grounding comfort. Something about your presence just pushes him to keep going. He covers it up with little competitions where you two bicker the whole time and then forget to decide on a winner, focusing more on shooting back playful insults and snickering over them in turn.

-Unfortunately, you're not safe from him pushing you to get stronger. It's not because he wants to change you or push you into a life of crime or phighting (God knows he would probably kill his reputation if he had to phight against you, he wouldn't hear the end of it), he just wants you to be safe. He wants to protect you but he also knows he can't always be there not without dragging you on goose chases you clearly don't have an interest in, he couldn't force that kind of lifestyle onto you. So, instead, he settles for helping you build up some muscle, pointing out weak spots and techniques you can use to your advantage. You might not be anywhere near his level, but he always tells you you're improving, that he's proud of you. He'll critique you and tell you where you messed up, but he won't dog on you, he wants you to know he's doing this out of care. You might fall down but he'll be there to pick you up every single time, no matter what.

-There's no real "will you be my partner" talk, your relationship just grows tighter and tighter with time. You can consider the "start" of it to be the first time you kissed, some night you guys spent out on the town laughing in the rain, or some night where he sought you out too exhausted to talk. No matter what it is, know that you have a sole place in his heart, a rent free existence in his head.

-aw how cute. skate mock gags whenever you two are sappy #D1HATER (he is happy for you guys but Why My Best Friend And My Sibling Dog)

#phighting x reader #coil x reader #coil phighting x reader #mod writes

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howlingmod · 2 months ago

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CHEERS EXTREMELY LOUDLY

can can i ask for azure and twotime (both post-stabbing) w/ a survivor reader that can revive the dead survivors… THANKS!THANKS!THANKS!THANKS!THANKS!THANKS!THANKS!

summary - azure, two time x healer reader

misc - i had to rlly think abt how this would work and i ended up with some kind of soul bond thing (ie. destiny bond from pokemon). reader can sacrifice their own health / entire life to revive someone else, meaning they can only do it once per round and, if their bonded spirit dies then they lose regardless of match outcome. also these are a little short im very sick at the moment ...

two time

-two time just adores you. how willing you are to put yourself on the line for others, how analytical you are when it comes to picking who it'll be- they just cant help but admire all the effort that goes into your role! this isn't even to mention how you remind them oh-so-much of spawn, it's like you were made specifically to make their heart throb!

-they'll be sticking to your side throughout a match without a word. they might stop and point things out every now and then (medkit there, generator around the corner, etc) but more often than not they'll forget to say anything at all, they just get distracted in your presence, they prefer to enjoy the company rather than make it into a big ordeal, really. plus, conversation could draw the killer, and that's the last thing they'd want. (though, if it came to it they'd easily sacrifice their life to save yours. they can only smile if you believe it's because of your abilities and not for you yourself)

-outside of matches, they're still not far behind you. they don't mean to be a nuisance, they just wanna see what you're doing! they find it fascinating to see how you go about your daily life, noticing all the little quirks that differentiate you and all the hobbies you take up even in damnation. they just can't help but be invested in learning what makes you tick, it makes them feel closer to you. expect lots of gifts and questions, they just love seeing your responses. it tells them so much about you when you might be to shy to share!

-if you ever, EVER decide to sacrifice yourself for them, they're shaking the entire match and then some. they just can't wrap their mind around that fact, that you would willingly throw your life down to help them. you can't interact with anything, only serve as another pair of eyes, but that only pushes them to do twice the work. they'll burn through generators, feeling as though their hands are yours for the time being, spurred on by their inability to let you down. they just couldn't do that to you, they could never disrespect you like that, it would be blasphemy..

-they're even clingier afterwards, seeking you out first thing and holding onto you tightly enough you can feel every shaky breath rattle through their lungs. it marks a change in your relationship, where their puppy-eyed fondness turns into true devotion. your magic is a bonding of souls, isn't it? they have to hold their end of that bond up, it's only right.

-they become more reckless, more brave, they'd fight the killers head on and lose a hundred times if it meant sparing you, even if only a little while. you mean so much to them, more than they'd ever be able to tell you louder than the quiet, weepy promises they whisper at night. for every time you plunge a dagger into our own heart, they'll spear a thousand others in turn.

azure

-it's complicated. the first time they witness your magic is unsettling. it's violently familiar, a cutting image of their own death. the flippancy of it makes him sick to his stomach. the frequency with which you spill your own blood before he's even gotten near to landing a hit on you haunts him, ringing back and forth in their mind like a death knoll. you are the epitome of his downfall, the worst moments of his life squeezes out and put into a vessel made to repeat them over and over with no end in sight. where they could look to an eventual end or the forgiveness of a god, you have no such thing, just one miserable loop.

-for this reason, they're really not sure how to feel about you. they switch between hatred and pity like a metronome, hate for the memories you drag up and pity for your unending suffering. it's only when they start looking at the time you do spend alive and well that they begin to grow fond of you. they can't see much of it, they can only see you so much outside of matches, but what they do see turns that pity and hate into respect. you just go about your day, you don't sit and cry or curse your teammates names, you just get up and live a normal life. you eat, you sleep, you devote precious time to meaningless hobbies just for the joy they bring you, and you do it day and and day out, whether you drove steel into your heart that day or not.

-its your ability to move on that draws them closer to you, your ability to forgive and forget, to go on living, they can't help but be endeared by it. where they can't help the bitterness, the spite, to dwell on the 'could have been's, you go forward. maybe it's envy that pushes them to spare the life of who you've bonded to, an attempt to match up to even half of your capabilities in this one small act, either way they find themselves watching you hover around, unable to interact physically yet still shaping the world around you. they can only stare in a stupor as you direct your tethered soul this way and that, towards generators and medkits that you could've done or used yourself had you not decided to save their life.

-they only catch you once, only feel the warmth of your corporeal form one time before the pounding of your heart and the bleeding heat of your throat left a permanent, invisible burn on their hands. they could only stare, could only watch you struggle and thrash with a fire in your eyes they lost long before he was scarified himself. he can only let you go, watch you scurry off in confusion before you fade into the distance. if it weren't for the spectre binding his mouth, he'd ask you a million questions, beg for you to share whatever knowledge you have that he doesn't, cry, scream- but he can't. so, instead, he can only observe, learning from your sacrifices and and dragging himself forward, day in and day out.

#azure ooc im SO lost on that lore i am NAWT joining a discord server ok #forsaken x reader #two time x reader #azure x reader #azurewrath x reader #mod writes

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howlingmod · 3 months ago

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now what about builderman x the computer killer reader….that would be so fire i think….

hmming and hawing ... i think they would have a VERRRYYY different dynamic than killer and guest would.

i like to imagine that computer reader is really defensive of their inner workings, they can show off their abilities all they want, explaining how they work though? that's a security risk. information is the most valuable thing, if you know how to do something, all that's stopping you is your own fear. they're not getting shut off anytime soon, nor are they letting some filthy mortal dig around in their code.

builder would be WAY too curious about their history and how they tick for their taste, it'd definitely lead to a lot of infighting. it's even worse of builder knows how to counter them at all, every step closer that builder takes is 15 that computer reader can't take.

very very interesting times to be had ... lots of back-and-forth to be sure.

#mod murmurs

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howlingmod · 3 months ago

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......mod I ate too much of your writing and....... And I have a really big tummy ache.......... Can I not go to school tomorrow?.......... Im sorry mod........... It won't happen again

no psvita for a week WHY!!!!!!!!!

#mod murmurs

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howlingmod · 3 months ago

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may I ,,, request ,,, 007n7 fluff w sprinkles of angst and a possibly obsessive killer!reader ,, borderline yandere

kinda a mixture of "this is a Murderer" but also yearning for the affection after being so outcast for so long from 07,, not knowing whether to pull away or give in idk.

iiii don't know how specific I should get ! but,, cuddling, smothering his ass ,,,,,,,,

first yandere request on the list TIME TO GET EVIL

evil ass reader also warning this ended up being more angsty than requester asked so actually its more of a truckload of angst with a sprinkle of fluff

guilty pleasure 🍔 007n7 x obsessive killer reader "fluff" + angst 💝❤️‍🩹

there's that feeling again, returning like an old friend.

that feeling that he is committing an abhorrently and inherently wrong act, yet 007n7 cannot find it in him to stop.

back then, in his days of exploiting, he never stopped. why would he? there was no shame in it. it was all good fun to a careless god-player.

he had no shame.

now, he has an abundance.

he's never been one for religion. he knew his terrorism disqualified him from salvation. but this.. situation, he thought, could be the karma finally catching up to him. that, or 007n7 just cannot ween himself off of immorality, even when he's turning a new leaf. old habits do die hard, after all.

you nuzzle into him as if he's some oversized teddy bear, digging your nose into his hair and inhaling his scent. it's musky, you can tell he's neglected showering for the last few days. but in comparison to someone like you who is constantly bathed in the stench of blood, he smells like high-end perfume that you'd love to drench every inch of yourself in.

he repulses a bit, a grimace flashing across his face at your outward sappiness. though, it's only seconds before he hesitantly snuggles up again, unable to withstand the loss of contact he himself created. it's rare for him to come across someone—or something, would be a more appropriate word to describe you—so willing to touch him, love him no less. beggars can't be choosers, he supposes, so he ought to cherish every disgusting drop of whatever this is. it fits him.

however, 007n7's mind is thrown into equivocation again when the horrifically unpleasant aroma of iron pierces his senses.

how could he forget? you are stained with the blood of his peers and other innocent victims infinite times over, so much so that it has been ingrained on your very being. was he that desperate that he'd take love from even the deranged? no, he was better than this-!

he firmly pushes off of you with both his arms and feet, intent on breaking out of this intimate cage you've trapped him in. a strangled grunt escapes from his throat as he struggles.

his effort works for a moment, your eyes widening as your grip falters. though, it takes only seconds before you capture him back in your arms again. even with his motivated resolve and advantage of the element of surprise, 007n7 is fairly weak, and it's laughable how easy it is to overpower him.

"oh 7, you scared me.. where did you think you were going?" you coo, cradling him like a child. even if he did manage to break free, you know he would not be able to get far. you're lucky you chose someone so unathletic.

007n7 still kicks and screams. he attempts to wrench your hands off of him as he splutters, "let- let go of me..!" his clothes angrily rustle as he twists, shoves, writhes. some specks of blood from your claimed lives have rubbed off on his lovely blue shirt.

despite his sudden outburst, your voice is patronizing, oozing with a doting urge, as if he is simply crying for your attention, "aw, did i squeeze you too hard?" you gently caress the side of his cheek with the side of your finger, "i'm sowwyyyy, i'll be more gen-"

"you're a filthy mu-murderer!! get- away....!"

in the split second that he lets that word leave his throat, your sweet face drops into a empty frown.

oh. so that's what this fit is about.

007n7 feels a cold pang strike his heart upon your dark expression, his previous anger being rapidly displacing with a flood of fear. yet what scares him even more is your lack of action. no sudden jerky movements with the intent to kill, no growling or other signs of rage, simply a look. that is the scariest wrath of all.

his wide, shaking eyes follow the movement of your claw, which slowly inches towards his face until you cup it in a swift and deft motion. it's not harsh, but it is sudden. and it is enough to make him think he'll die. you can feel his pulse thumping heavily through his soft flesh, undeniably afraid.

he can only watch as you lean in close, positioning yourself near his ear.

"you too."

you couldn't have stated it any more plainer. it was a simple statement, like wishing for a someone to also have a good day. yet, when you pull away, his face is completely pale, shrunken pupils painted with terror. he looks as if he'd seen a ghost, perhaps one from his past.

defeated and miserable, 007n7 does nothing as you hold him close again, in a silent understanding that he could only ever be loved by monsters like him.

nothing, aside for a shaky hand gingerly placing itself on your bloody back.

(parade postscript: i need to stop being illiterate and follow the requests more closely sob)

#GUHHHH .HHGHGHHHH..... im so obsessed im such a fan.#i LUVVV luv luv luv sleazeball evil readers . this feels very prom queen to me i dont know how to explain it #fav

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howlingmod · 3 months ago

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I never asked anyone like you for a request (beacuse I just never asked for it) but can you do a father figure 007n7 x reader? If you don't mind, I might refrence your work into mine if i ever wanted to because i think it looks nice

[hugs from zyran]

summary - 007n7 + child reader (platonic), also c00lkid is here

misc - So. I may have gotten carried away. this doesn't fit the prompt the best. (MY BAD. genuinely very sorry i was struggling). but i would be more than happy to do follow up or something im really a fan of this reader. lot of fun ideas to be had

-You were a weird kid. You couldn't remember much of where you came from and how you got where you were, couldn't think of anyone you could call your family, couldn't think of anywhere you could call home. With nothing to tie you down, you had to learn how to adapt to your surroundings.

-You learned how to lay low, hiding in plain sight and vanishing into crowds. If people did take notice of you, you knew exactly how to lose them in aisles and busy cities, making sure you got lost in all the action before they could get anywhere near you. You didn't want (or need, thank you very much) anyones help. You heard enough stories to let you know you'd just get tossed in with the rest of the unfortunate to be forgotten until you turned 18, and you'd much rather spend your days seeing the world.

-With all that you picked up from your surroundings, you eventually gained an interest in exploiting. You'd only seenn it yourself a few times, watching some other teens clip through walls to steal a few drinks from a gas station or something equally mundane, but you'd heard enough stories to have you hooked. You'd heard enough tales that people whispered to eachother about, seen the strictly-titled books detailing some of the most infamous that lined the scarcely visited corners of libraries, and you knew what you had to do next.

-It wasn't easy, not by any means, but you made it work. It's not exactly easy to get tutorials on something so looked down upon, especially the more advanced hacks, but you had all the time in the world to explore. Over time, you honed your craft, moving from slamming your hands into walls when it didn't work to effortlessly slipping through them. You just had to keep practicing and time would tell.

-Since it wasn't exactly easy to consistently secure food without any money or alerting others to your orphaned state, you started to implement your newfound skills to your daily routine. Only problem was it just forced you to realize some of the errors in your practice. It came to a head one night when you decided to try your luck with a local pizza place.

By that point, you were starving. It'd been a while since you'd eaten anything and you were exhausted from researching all day. Looking back on it now, that was probably big part of why things didn't go too well that night. You'd come up late, wanting to limit the number of possible witnesses.

There was one employee you'd spotted while cloaked heading out for a smoke break, so you'd have to carry out your attack before they got back. After sneaking around them, you'd looked in through one of the very corners of the windows, spotting one cashier and two customers. Not great conditions but you could make it work, at this rate you had to with how your stomsch was killing you.

Readying your nerves, you'd walked back to what you presumed to be the exterior walls of the kitchen. With another breath, you stepped forward, slipping through them with ease and starting your mental timer before the other employee returned. You had to be quick, analyzing your surroundings the moment you came to, completely unaware your sudden entry wasn't at all hidden from the customers thanks to a large doorway you weren't able to see from the window.

There were a few pizzas that seemed ready to go, though they weren't yet boxed up. You looked around for a stack of cardboard, hastily snatching one up the moment you spotted them and slipping one of the pizzas into it. You'd underestimated the weight of it, watching it slip off the lip of the box and onto the floor with a muted splat. You hissed, biting your lip in embarassment before brushing it off. You only had so much time, you couldn't cry over spilled pizza.

The next one went in fine, much to your hushed delight, and you made your way back out. The moment you passed the walls threshold you stopped. One pizza could last you a day or two but two pizzas could last you even longer. Without a second thought, you set the first box down, turned around, and made your way for another. This time, you didn't pick up on the exchange that started with your arrival.

"Papa! Look!" C00lkid cheered, pointing into the kitchen excitedly.

"Huh?" 007n7 looked where his son was pointing, being met with nothing. It was curious but he couldn't pay attention to it right now, busy with ordering.

You found another two pizzas, carefully inching them over into boxes and stacked them up. While you were at it, you decided to pick up a few sodas, you could use the sugar, you were getting pretty tired out lately. Once you'd carefully arranged your haul, you sized it up. It would be a lot to carry and you weren't too confident in balancing it all as you walked. There had to be some bags around here...

Just as you began to scour around, C00lkid separated from his father, quietly padding over to get a better look into the kitchen. He stood and watched as you dug around, looking in boxes and scrambling through the contents of drawers. Finally, you'd managed to find a stack of plastic bags in one box, temporarily struggling to peel one away from the others before you began to quietly open it up, wincing as it crinkled.

At the same moment you got back to your pile of food and began to put it away, everything came crashing down. The back door began to swing open, the other employee walking in with tired eyes before they caught sight of you, shooting wide open.

"Papa, look! There's a-"

"THIEF!"

You jolted upright, staring back like a deer in headlights before scrambling to get everything into the bag. One can clattered onto the floor, narrowly missing the plastic. They stood in shock while the cashier rounded the corner to see you as well, immediately darting over to try and catch you. Just as their arms tried to cage you in, you clipped through them, just barely keeping your bag with you.

"HACKER?!" The other employee shouted, still in shock.

The commotion had pulled n7 from his daze, drawing him over to his son, if only to make sure he didn't get caught in the crossfire. He wasn't sure what he expected to see when he looked into the kitchen, but he certainly wasn't expecting you. He'd seen you just a few seconds before you managed to get back through the wall, hardly disturbing a thing in your way. He recognized the exact exploit you were using as one of the first ones he'd ever learned. You were a novice for sure but, this young? You were well ahead of where he was at your age.

"Oh, for the love of God," Elliot groaned, staring at the spot you'd been moments prior before hiding his face in his hands.

"Should we like .. call someone?" The other asked, giving him a lost look.

"I don't even care, man."

-For the next few days, n7 couldn't stop thinking about the whole ordeal. Sure, he'd seen plenty of hackers before, of all different times and from all different scenes but .. you stuck with him. You looked so scrawny, so small. Maybe being a parent had made him soft- No, it definitely had, but he couldn't stop thinking about you. He did the same thing but he just did it for fun, you clearly had some need for it. Kids don't just look like that, learn this and steal food for no reason, that wouldn't make sense. You were long gone by the time they got outside, not like he'd expected you to stay around the scene long. C00lkid had helped him look around for a little bit to no avail, you made yourself vanish within seconds.

-It'd rained a few days later and he couldn't help but feel sick. He didn't know your situation but the guilt of just watching you run off was eating him alive. He found himself staring out the window, looking for something that never showed up. That night, he laid awake, staring up at the ceiling and listening to every drop hit the roof. The hours crawled by and sleep never found him. He couldn't live like this.

-The next day he'd dropped C00lkid off at school he'd asked Noli to pick him up and watch him till he got back, as he'd be busy with something. Noli had tried to ask him about it but only got a 'I'll tell you later,' in reply. He was too caught up in your case to explain himself right now. He'd tried to look for any reports on similar, recent cases but came up with next to nothing. You'd been keeping your exploiting on the down low for a while now if he had to guess, going off how .. iffy, your pizza heist had gone, that had clearly been your capstone project, an over extension of your abilities.

-You'd been keeping yourself out of trouble then, which was good. However, it gave him one location to go off of, which wasn't as good. Considering you hadn't teleported away, he figured you either A) hadn't learned how to yet, or B) lived in the area. With little else to go off of, he had to hope it was B, as he began his search. He looked into every alley he passed by, reluctantly going down each of them and scouring every corner of them. In a few especially embarrassing examples he'd been caught looking into dumpsters and turning over cardboard boxes, offering up a half-assed excuse about losing something that made most people narrow their eyes and slowly turn away, if only to make distance between him and them.

-He'd continued looking until the sun was just a few hours from the horizon with not a single clue or lead under his belt. Dreadfully, the idea that you were whole cities away began to creep into the forefront of his mind. It was only when he'd stopped into a convenience store for water that he'd gotten a lead.

"Long day?" The cashier asked, eyeing him up suspiciously. He wasn't in the best shape out of breath and distressed by hours of digging through dirty streets and other people's garbage.

"Ah, something like that," he laughed breathlessly, rubbing at his neck. He looked around the store idly, spotting the typical monitor of security cameras hanging up near the ceiling. He'd gazed into it, finding himself in one of the sightlines. Without a second thought, he asked, "Have you had anything get stolen recently?"

"Oh, are you kidding me? Every day some punk comes in here trying their luck, thinking they're a tough guy," they huffed, irritation hardening their voice, "Why? Is that a threat?"

"Oh! No, no, nothing like that! I just ... I know this is going to sound crazy, but I'm looking for someone and uh, the only thing I know about them is that they ..."

"Rob innocent people?"

"Borrow things," n7 winced, "Listen, I know that sounds bad but they're just a kid, I'm worried about them. I've got a son of my own and I just can't imagine what I'd do if I saw him in that kind of state doing things like this."

They cooled a little at that, shoulders lowering.

"I know you've probably got every reason not to tell me but I have to try, they deserve a chance, don't they?"

n7 stared at them, watching as they tapped their fingers on the counter and looked everywhere but at him. After a few long moments, they cracked, hunching over with a sigh, "I think I might know who you're talking about. I caught them here a few nights ago, from what I've heard they live somewhere near the park, under the bridge or in that storage shed, I'm not sure. Not my circus, not my monkeys."

n7 lit up at that, perking up instantly, "Oh- Thank you, you don't know how long i've been looking. Really, I can't thank you enough."

"Just get that kid far away from my store, I already deal with enough sticky fingers as is," They grunted in response.

-The moment n7 had paid for his stuff, he was out the door heading towards the park. Honestly, that should've been one of the first places he checked. He didn't have enough time to criticize his past decision, busy searching for a familiar figure.

-The bridge had been completely abandoned, only a few wrappers and empty cans left behind to insicate anyone had ever been there. Anything from your robbery was absent, leaving him to check the storage shed instead. He didn't pay any mind to the hefty padlock on the door, it was more for show than anything, if this really was where you were staying.

-Sure enough, the boxes and soda cans were one of the first things he found inside. There were a few raggedy sheets and a makeshift mattress out of a few others. You'd built up quite the stash of miscellanious belongings. Clearly, you'd been on your own for a bit, but just how long...? The pit in n7's stomach reappeared, deeper with even more guilt.

"Are you stalking me?" The sudden voice had caused him to nearly jump out of his skin, whipping around to see the owner of it. You were standing a few feet behind him, eyeing him up cautiously with a laptop tucked in one arm, the other clenched at your side.

"Wh- No, no I'm not stalking you. I just want to help you is all, it's not safe for you to be alone," He tried, making his voice as small and nonthreatening as possible. With the path you were on and your situation, he hardly expected you to be accomodating. He had to be careful of what he said here, one wrong word and the whole thing would fall apart.

"So you're stalking me."

"No, I'm- That's not," n7 stammered, struggling for the right thing to say. He wasn't exactly an expert in handling delicate situations, he barely even knew what he was doing with C00lkidd half the time.

"Weren't you an exploiter?" You asked, curioisity bleeding into your voice. There it was, that was an opening he could use, right? Find common ground then go from there ...

"Yes, I was. I see you've been learning. You're pretty impressive for a kid," you almost smiled at that, a twitch of the lips that was snatched away in an instant, corrected as soon as you noticed the slip-up.

"You aren't anymore. Why'd you stop?"

"Well, exploiting can hurt a lot of people. I ... I just wasn't proud of who I was, that's why I'm so w-"

You cut him off before he could even try segwaying into your situation, "That's stupid. You learned all that just to throw it away?"

n7 stiffened at that, this was clearly veering down the wrong path, derailing right before his eyes, "It's not throwing it away, it's just that you can't take advantage of people like that."

"Why shouldn't I? Not like they've done anything for me " you hissed, pulling your laptop up over your chest.

Fuck. This was going bad, really bad. You'd already taken a half-step back, you were so close to just running off and starting this whole process again. He got down on a knee, lowering to your height, "Listen, I know people haven't been kind to you and I'm so, so sorry for that. I can help you figure this out, I've got plenty of space and food- I've got a son just like you, actually."

You'd relaxed a little, setting your foot back down on the ground.

He smiled, "Or, if you don't trust me, I'd be happy to help you find someone else. I know there are plenty of people who'd be happy to take you in."

That set you off again. Instantly, any of the consideration you had was replaced with something more active, more aggressive. You clutched your arms around your laptop, hunching over it and grit your teeth, leering up at him, "Like I need your help! I'm not falling for this stupid trap, I'm not just gonna throw this all away! Just leave me alone!"

With that, you spun on your heel and ran through the wall, leaving him to spring up and stumble after you.

"I didn't mean it like that- I'm not gonna turn you in or anything. Just wait!"

He'd only caught you for a few seconds before he blinked, opening his eyes to see nothing. Where you'd been darting off moments ago, you were gone. Did you teleport? He hadn't seen any menu... He stared for a few seconds longer, scanning the horizon. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was around. You'd completely vanished.

He looked up at the sky, being met with sunset. The later half of one, too. When had it gotten so late? It'd been noon not too long ago. The sky was tinted with red, absent of any answers. Reluctantly, he turned away, heading back home. He'd have to try something else, maybe he should just call someone, he didn't have time to run around like this with C00lkidd. Speaking of which, how was he doing? He hoped he hadn't been too much trouble for Noli.

-***-

Your bones hurt, or maybe it was your muscles. Something was hurting, that's all you knew. You weren't too worried about it. From the way that shadow had made it out, you had all the time in the world to get better, stronger. The menu in front of you was stacked with new exploits, you'd been scrolling through it with glazed over eyes, each name drawing your interest with all the possibilities.

As you limbs laid heavy on the ground, your hand kept scrolling. You stopped briefly on one, '/fling.' You looked past the menu, finding a nearby log and typing in your best approximation of its ID. The second you hit execute, you watched it go flying, soaring through the sky until it inevitably hit the ground with a distant 'splash.' You smiled, a weak little laugh prying its way out of your scratchy throat. You spared your legs a glance, they looked so strange. Did you always look like this? Had you always had such sharp nails? Is that why everyone looked at you like that?

"Hey! That looks just like my dads!" A voice cried next to you, echoey and distorted. The owner plopped down by your side, leaning into your field of vision with a grin.

"He uses it to teleport us to school!" He beamed, rocking back and forth, "Can you teleport?"

You stared at the small boy out of the corner of your eye, meeting his excited, expectant eyes. Numbly, you shifted your eyes back towards the menu, finding the '/tp' and digging through your mind for a random ID number. Your fingers found the keys before they even registered in your mind, the screen an extension of your arm more than anything. As you hit 'execute,' a soda can fell and tipped over next to your knee.

The boy gasped, snatching the can up giddily, "Awesome! What else can you do?"

You found yourself looking for another command before you could even process his words, scrolling for the next object of interest. 'He looks so strange,' you thought, not too far off from how you looked, though. As he settled in to watch you work, you found you didn't mind either of your appearances.

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can youu maybe do like a general request on how the phighters would react if you would randomly smother them in kisses with lipstick on EEEHEHEHE

summary - melee and ranged phighters when their s/o showers them in kisses

misc - another one of my shorter style things ... hope you don't mind !! im willing to do the support phighters if so desired just lmk ....

sword

"Hi to you too."

-He's stunned. No matter how often you do it he's just stunned. He doesn't know how to process it at all. Most times he'll just go stock still while you do it and then stare at you for a second afterward before it hits him and he just melts.

-Hides his face in his hands and mumbles something incomprehensible that he can't repeat when you ask. He just needs a few seconds to collect himself, is all.

-Returns the favor by giving you a quick peck on the cheek, grinning all the while.

skateboard

"Woah! What's the occasion?"

-He thinks it's super sweet but god does it inflate his ego. What do you mean he gets a smoking hot babe smothering him in affection? For free? Where's the catch?

-Of course, the catch is just you. ("NOT LIKE THAT. IN A GOOD WAY, LIKE 'A CATCH'. YOU'RE A CATCH. I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!") Everytime he'll make it a whole scene, lifting you up and spinning you around till you're dizzy before he sets you down and returns the favor. He loves how much attention it draws, it's just the perfect 'I love you and only you,' to him.

-If you've got lipstick on, he's giggling and grinning like an idiot afterwards. He's only a little bit heartbroken when he has to wash it off.

katana

"... Thank you."

-If he's got the mask on, he thinks it's a little silly. It's such a grand show of affection that he's usually left wondering what's got you so excited. Not that he doesn't enjoy it of course, he'll stay perfectly still so you've got enough space to do as you wish. He'll return the gesture by standing a bit closer to you, maybe leaning his forehead against yours if you're alone.

-If he doesn't, he'll usually get pretty teary eyed. It's not often he takes the mask off, even less common for him to allow your touch so freely, but he trusts you. Knowing that you can love him, that you take it upon yourself to bless his skin with your lips? It ruins him.

-Either way, he finds it extremely endearing.

banhammer

"Well, aren't you sweet?"

-He'll tease you about it endlessly. You just really can't stay off of him, can you? I mean, he doesn't blame you, he is a pretty big deal, of course you'd have such a grand way of showing your love.

-He does really enjoy it though, something about the combination of your lips on his skin and your hands on him to steady yourself makes his heart swell. He likes the physical affection of it all, how close you have to be to him. It tells him that you're not going anywhere anytime soon- not like he needed to know that.

-Though, the affirmation certainly does help, if the way he pulls you so tightly to his side tells you anything.

rocket

"What's all that for?"

-Honestly, it's a little hard to get him to stand still long enough for you to do it. He's always got something going on, he's too restless to really sit in one place doing nothing. So, he's always taken aback whenever you start smothering him in kisses.

-He's a little confused. It's sweet, sure, but he thinks of it more as you teasing him. It's such a stereotypical, over the top gesture that it usually devolves into you playfighting. The peace can't last long with him, unfortunately.

-Just know that his playfighting is his own way of returning the affection, he wouldn't go easy on just anyone like this, y'know. Plus, he just thinks its fun. He likes pushing your buttons right back.

slingshot

"Hi sweetheart."

-Honestly? Doesn't have a crazy reaction to it. Chances are that you guys have to settle for more dramatic shows of affection since he tends to be so busy at the cafe that by the time you guys do have the ability to sit down and enjoy each other, there's a lot of pent up 'i miss you' type gestures

-THAT BEING SAID: he does really love it. He thinks its so sweet and silly and it makes him feel whole again when work's drained him. He'll usually return the favor right afterwards, just to keep everything even. can't be skimping out on you, can he?

-Unfortunately you can't do it very often but every chance you do get is cherished to the fullest degree.

shuriken

"Aww! I love you too!"

-Can't stand this mother fucker he's always gotta be doing something. He lives for big showy gestures, he loves just how grand they feel. He's maybe just a little bit of an attention hog, so of course he likes the gesture that requires you to focus on him and him alone.

-Usually returns the favor but he might opt to just pick you up and spin you around instead. He likes being able to show off his love in his own way and he enjoys feeling you resting on him, you wouldn't let him pick you up if you didn't trust him to not drop you or anything. Plus, the pressure is just nice.

-He adores this habit of yours and, more often than not, whenever he sees you he'll instinctively get close and offer up his face for your attention.

scythe

"Aren't you just the sweetest little thing ..."

-Yeah she's a fan. No surprises here, the woman who likes showing you off and having proof that you're hers likes when you devote so much affection to her and leave a visible mark with lipstick. Shocking.

-Unsurprisingness aside, she really does like it. She just thinks it's adorable and it feeds into her ego. She won't do it back since she likes to keep her image up but she'll usually return it by grabbing your face and giving you one solid kiss back. It's her own way of 'confirming' the gesture and showing that it doesn't just go one way. She would hate to leave you hanging, after all.

-There may or may not be a reason she's been gifting you so many different shades of lipsticks. While she may favor cool-toned ones in the name of the cult's color palette, she doesn't mind seeing warmer ones on herself for this reason.

hyperlaser

"You're cleaning this off."

-He's got mixed feelings. On one hand it is a very sweet gesture. He knows he's not always around and he's so hot-and-cold with affection so he understands why you choose something so 'over-the-top,' he doesn't mind that. He finds it to be a pretty endearing way of you almost reaffirming your sole affections to him. It's comforting, in a sense, that he knows you can look past all his inconsistencies and still choose him.

-That being said, you might have to hold off on the lipstick. He's got a reputation to uphold and it can stick a little harder to the glass of his helmet if he doesn't clean it off right away.

-Despite his threat you are not in fact cleaning it off lmao. You are however going to sit and look pretty while he does it.

#phighting x reader #roblox x reader #hyperlaser x reader #scythe x reader #katana x reader #shuriken x reader #slingshot x reader #rocket x reader #banhammer x reader #skateboard x reader #sword x reader #mod writes #if the formatting gets fucked up its because tumblr HATES me

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