#dtb x reader

[thewildsophia]

.For When I Don't Rember My Beloved. WordGirl//Dr. Two-Brains

Dr. Two-Brains/Steven Boxleitner x Reader

Word Count: 4130

"Read More" placed due to length

The henchmen Charlie and “Meatloaf” were the first to aid Dr. Two Brains in the cheese-centric havoc he rained over Fair City. Dr. Two Brains was a strange man, to say the least, but he was weird in an endearing way…ehh, kinda. But you must have thought so too since you were soon to join him, being recruited just a few days after them. 

It was strange really. One day you didn’t exist to them and the next Dr. Two Brains was strolling you into the lair stating that you would be his first in command and that they should report to you. Oh well, there's not much they can do otherwise.

At least you were nice enough. You didn’t yell and berate them like the doctor would — quite the opposite. You were kind and reasonable to them, never placing unattainable expectations on them. You were slow to anger, but they may catch you in a foul mood on a particularly awful day. Overall, you were very normal, very sane, and nothing like their boss which confused them so much about your sudden employment. Yet oddly enough you never told them your name, opting to have them address you as “Commander.” They’re not even sure they’ve heard Dr. Two Brains call you by your name either.

They figured the doctor valued you more than the actual henchmen since you were also a doctor yourself. You didn’t speak much about that fact, but the lab coat and PPE you always wore or at least had on hand clued them into the fact that you were probably an associate of his before his accident. When they asked you about what kind of doctor you were, you were very short in your response, only telling them you specialized in cellular biology and worked at the local hospital at one point.

They watched how you interacted with their boss and were shocked at your boldness towards him. You weren’t shy about voicing your concerns with his plans much to the boss’s dismay, frustrating him even more and forcing him to revise his plan twice, thrice, however many times until you were satisfied. Yet despite his irritation with your feedback, he always acted on what you said. In addition, you were the only one he let aid him in constructing his machinery. Your involvement would range from handing him tools to constructing parts of a larger machine depending on how complicated the schematic the doctor had drawn up, often time being tweaked by you before he began construction. You’d even talk to the boss about his health, pushing him to stay active even in small ways and to try and incorporate small items into his diet that weren’t just cheese. You’d even cook for the man!

To the henchmen, you seemed more like a friend to their boss rather than a worker, and they supposed that’s why you were his “First Commander” instead of another henchman. 

Yet Meatloaf couldn’t help but notice the longing looks you would shoot the doctor, an unreadable expression on your face. He listened to how you spoke firmly but gently to the boss, never once raising your voice no matter how belligerent and unreasonable he would become. Charlie saw the lingering touches you would brush against the doctor’s skin, not wanting to pull away yourself yet not having the heart to stand when the boss would inevitably push you away from him. He watched as you would care for him in small ways like organizing his tools or draping a blanket over him when he would pass out on the couch. They both figured you had feelings for their boss as strange as the man was. That would explain why you so willingly allowed yourself to be hired by their insane boss and why you did things that most certainly weren’t part of your job description.

Oh, how close yet so far they were from the truth with this idea in their mind.

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You practically lived in the lair with Dr. Two Brains, so it was no surprise that you were there before Charlie or Meatloaf. What was surprising was that you were nowhere to be found when the two henchmen came in that morning. You’d usually be busying yourself with some minute task in the main part of the lair, yet today you were not there. 

Just a few minutes earlier, right before the two henchmen had arrived, you had been called over by Dr. Two Brains to help in his “office,” which was just a small back room that was mostly stable and had a partially functioning door on it. He said he wanted your input on his schematic for a ray that would turn gold into cheese. You didn’t go to him immediately, opting to finish what you were doing in the front of the lair before helping him. Your concentration drifted from that task when you heard the crashing of books and the scattering of papers coming from his office. 

You’re quick to sprint over to his office, calling out to him in worry all the way there.

“Doc?” You asked, rounding the corner of the hall, “You alright?” 

You peeked your head into his room to see it in complete disarray. Papers fluttered to the ground and the few reference books you had managed to steal get for him were scattered about without care. Your eyes were drawn to Two Brains in the corner, back against the wall, and head in his hands, his mouse brain pulsing.

He groaned as he tried to soothe his aching head, yet the pain would not let up. You slowly made your way over to him, tiptoeing over the scattered papers and open books. 

“I’m here, Doc,” You whispered, kneeling in front of him and placing a hand on his knee. If he knew you were there, he didn’t acknowledge you. His hands gripped his head harder with strands of his white hair sticking to the rubber of his gloves and slipping between his fingers. He muttered something, but you couldn’t understand him.

You scooted even closer and placed your hands on his own before gently pulling his fingers out of his hair, though they would not leave his head. You rubbed his hands through his gloves and softly spoke to him,

“I’m right here for you, Doctor. Just tell me what’s wrong and I’ll help you.”

Dr. Two Brains’ muttering stopped and his movements stilled. His hands gently gripped your own and slowly he let you pull his hands away from his face where you placed them on his knees.

His eyes were irritated and red-rimmed, much more than usual, and tears were caught in his whiskers on their way down his lithe face. His cheeks were flush, most likely from crying so hard and unable to breathe properly. He licked his lips and inhaled a shuddering breath before trying to speak again. He was unable to through his raw throat.

“It’s okay,” You whispered, rubbing your fingers comfortingly on his hands, “Just breathe.”

His dark eyes looked into your own E/C ones and for a moment you saw recognition in them. 

“Y/N?” Dr. Two Brains questioned, and it felt as if the breath was forced from your lungs. 

Eyes blown wide you’re silent for a moment, unable to force even a breath from your body. Your hands grip him harder and you feel your eyes burn from unseen tears and your face warm. Your bottom lip trembled but you forced your jaw to unclench and answered unsure,

“Steven?” And he hummed in response.

Dr. Two Brains, Steven, looked around the room and sniffed before looking back at you. 

“What’s…going on? Where are we?” Steven asked, but you were still unable to say anything in response. In an instance, you moved his knees aside and fell into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. He groaned from the hard impact, but quickly wrapped his own arms around you and rested his chin on your head with a chuckle. 

“What’s wrong, Darling? Why are…” Steven’s question trails off as he wipes the tears off his cheek, “We both crying?” 

You wanted to answer him, but you couldn’t force a single word from your mouth, opting to press your face harder into his chest and hug him tighter. You breathed in his scent, laced with some cheddar cheese but still him, before pulling away to look at him and God…

How long has it been since he’s looked at you like this? 

Eyes soft but still that rodent red, he gazed at you with so much love you felt as if you could just die of love for him. 

You steadied your breath and brought a hand up to cup his cheek, wiping away any remnant of his tears before answering him.

“Nothing's wrong,” You sighed, hands never once leaving his body, “I’ve just missed you so.”

Steven chuckles before kissing your cheek and you shuttered at the strange yet familiar sensation. He pulled you in closer to him, moving you to straddle his thigh that was outstretched in front of him, and pressed his cheek against yours in a movement that you hadn’t felt in so long yet remembered so well. His whiskers tickled your cheek the same way his stubble used to.

“You’re such a sweetheart. I’ve been in my lab the whole time, haven’t I?” Steven chuckled, “Where have I been to you?”

You tilted your head to kiss his cheek, not minding the gentle prodigy of his whiskers.

“I know where you’ve been,” You quickly answered, “I’ve just been busy in my own lab at the hospital.” You lied. You didn’t want to risk reminding him of who he had become. 

“The long hours, plus the strange times I have to work, have completely taken me away from you. I just miss being in your company,” You whispered.

Steven shifted you in his lap, pulling back and cupping your face with both his hands and the rubber of his gloves cooled your flushed cheeks. He peppered your face with light and innocent kisses; from your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, the space between your eyebrows, and finally one last kiss to your lips. You hummed into the kiss, one hand gripping his arm and the other trailing up to brush a few strands of hair out of his face. Eyes closed, he wiped the last of your tears from your face. 

Pulling back, Steven rested his forehead against yours and sighed.

“How did I manage to end up with such a loving spouse like you, hmm?” He questioned, eyes soft and unfocused as he looked at you with complete adoration. Your hands fall to his shoulders and you squeeze them, never wanting to let go of him again.

“No, it’s me who is lucky to have ended up with you, my beloved,” You answered in a hushed tone. You pressed your lips to his in a chaste, sweet kiss, savoring the feeling of his soft yet chapped lips against your own. 

The feeling of his body against your own was one you hadn’t felt in so long, yet it was all too familiar at the same time. Hesitantly you pulled away from him and immediately felt another wave of tears build up behind your eyes. You leaned forward and pressed your face into his neck with arms wrapped around his chest tighter than before. You tilted your face to speak into his neck,

“Please don’t leave me,” You whispered, voice small from the unshed tears that burned your face, “Not again. Not ever.” 

“Ohh, sweetheart…What has gotten into you?” Steven questioned, arms wrapped around your shaking frame, “I’d never leave you. Not now, not ever.”

You tried to wipe the tears that fell from your eyes not wanting to soil Steven’s lab coat, but you knew he never minded. He always said that he could just wash it.

Steven’s hands are gentle as they caress your body, careful not to snag his gloves on your clothes or pull your hair too hard. His touches soon falter before he pushes you away from him slightly and for a moment you’re worried that he would push you off of him altogether. 

With his hands on your shoulders and eyebrows furrowed, Steven finally takes a good look at you, his eyes trailing from your head to your feet, then back up to your face.

“Are you alright?” He asked, voice laced with worry, “You look so much thinner than I remember.” He commented. You tried to shrug off his concern, but he persisted. 

“And your eyes,” Steven began while tracing your under-eye with his thumb, “You’ve got terrible eye bags. Not that you look bad! You just seem…tired. More than usual.”

You placed your hand over top of his on your face and smiled softly, yet you knew you had to come up with a lie.

“If I’m honest, I haven’t been sleeping well lately,” You started, eyes drifting away from his own, “The long hours I’ve been putting in have made it difficult for me to rest at night. And being away from you hasn’t helped.”

You shifted under his gaze uncomfortable at the probing but still managed to finish.

“But I feel much better now that I’m with you,” You smiled, meeting his eyes again, but a frown had etched itself on his face.

“Y/N, please don’t lie to me,” Steven whispered, and you cursed yourself for having been caught, “What’s troubling you so much? Where have I been?” 

You frown yourself, gripping him harder and sniffling. You pulled his hand off your face and rested it in his lap, rubbing the tops of his hands with your thumbs. 

“You’ve just…been away,” You mutter, tears brimming in your eyes, “Away from me. I’ve missed you.”

“But where have I been?” Steven asked again.

“I-I don’t know. You’ve been here, but you just haven’t been yourself,” You answered while using your shoulder to wipe your face, “But you’re here now. You’re yourself now! I just want to stay with you…”

Steven pulled his hands from his lap and held your waist, kissing your cheek and shushing your sobs.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered against your skin, “I won’t leave you. I promise.”

You hugged him, arms wrapping your arms around his back and hooking them over his shoulders, and rested your head on his shoulder. His hands on your waist rubbed you gently and soothed the tension you hadn’t realized had settled there. You exhaled a shuddering breath before speaking up,

“I love you, Steven,” You sighed. He holds you tighter.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Steven responded.

Your right-hand falls from where it was resting and trails down his left arm to his hand. There was still something you needed to know. Slowly, Steven lets you pull the glove off his hand and it falls to the floor.

You feel a sob bubble up your throat as your eyes lay on the simple gold band nestled on his slender ring finger. You can’t help but caress the ring, relieved that he still wore it even when he wasn’t Steven. Shakily, you lifted his hand to your face and kissed his knuckles. Pulling away, you lace your fingers together and smile at him, a smile that he returns. 

Steven’s grasp on your hand falters before his arm falls limp. He looks around the room with furrowed eyebrows and gears turning in his head. 

“Why am I on the floor?” Steven asked, voice hoarse and not the same tone he had been speaking to you with. He shifted back from you and you in turn moved away from him.

“Please, just stay a little longer,” You thought, but you knew your plea would not be answered.

“And why are you sitting on me?” Steven, no, Dr. Two Brains asked, and you’re quick to pull away altogether. The doctor rubs his hand subconsciously and quickly notices his left glove is missing. He looks around panicked before finding it on the floor and swiftly pulling it on his hand and over his elbow. He rubs where his ring is under the glove and glares at you.

“What’s going on here?” Dr. Two Brains asks again, yet you couldn’t come up with a lie quick enough, “Answer me, Commander!”

“I-You fell!” You exclaimed, moving to kneel in front of him, “You fell after you called me to look at your schematics. I was just making sure you didn’t hit your head too hard is all…” Your voice trailed off as determination seemed to die down in your throat. 

Dr. Two Brains glares at you for a moment longer before his face softens, but it’s clear his suspicion remains.

“Right…” He draws out while swatting your outstretched hand away and lifting himself to his feet, “Did you look at the schematics yet?” 

“No, not yet,” You answered, dusting the dirt off your pants and fixing your coat. 

“What am I paying you for then?” Dr. Two Brains groaned while pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut. He opened them a moment later, sighing and looking over to the door of his office.

“And why are you guys just standing around?!” The doctor shouted, drawing your attention to the two henchmen standing in the doorframe. 

“Just how long had they been standing there?”

From the look they gave you, it was clear they had been there long enough.

“Sorry, Boss. We’ll get right back to work,” Meatloaf said before motioning for Charlie to follow him. They glanced at you one last time before disappearing somewhere in the lair. 

Dr. Two Brains turned back to you and just as he opened his mouth to say something he cut himself off, unsure.

“Are you crying?” Dr. Two Brains asked. 

“Were you crying?” You thought as your eyelids fluttered and you tapped your undereye with your fingertip, immediately noting the moisture there. 

“Uh-” You stutter, unsure of how to answer him. You felt that an affirmative ‘yes’ would make things more awkward than it already was.

“Oh, geez. I didn’t think I was that harsh,” Dr. Two Brains said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck, “Was I?” 

“No-” You clear your throat while trying to quickly dispel the discomfort that had gathered between you two, “It’s nothing. Just…allergies!” 

You scrubbed the tears from your eyes roughly and stood up straight, yet Dr. Two Brains was still cautious.

“Um, alright,” He muttered, “Just look over the schematics when you can.” He gestured to his desk before sitting down himself. You’re quick to pick up the offending schematics and scurry out of his office with a teary-eyed smile.

His gaze lingers on you a moment longer than it should have, his hand subconsciously coming up to caress the golden band on his left hand.

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You found yourself on the upper side of the lair on a “balcony” of sorts, schematics long discarded on a table in the main room. You’d look later. You pull the cigarette from your lips in your left hand, exhaling that smoke in one big sigh. 

Bad habit, you know. But sometimes you just want to forget the same way he does.

You hear footsteps approaching you on your left and aren’t surprised to see Charlie and Meatloaf peering up at you, unsure if they were allowed up there with you. With a sigh, you motioned for them to join you. They climb up and rest on the railing on either side of you. Meatloaf clears his throat as you take another drag from your cigarette.

“Sooo…” Meatloaf begins, dragging out his single word.

“Sooo…” You copy, not looking over at him.

“You and the Boss are a thing?” He asked, looking at your face for an answer. You frown and drop your cigarette on the ground, stomping out the few burning embers. 

“Do you two know my name?” You ask, fingers playing with your glove on your left hand.

“No, the Boss just calls you our commander. He never told us your name,” Meatloaf explains. Your eyes remain down as you take a step back from the railing and pull off your glove. You hold up your left hand for them to see the gold band that rests on your ring finger.

“I’m Dr. Y/N Boxleitner,” You said, dropping your hand back down to your waist and placing your glove back on, “Steven is my husband.”

Charlie’s mouth is agape as Meatloaf stutters out a few incoherent words before taking a deep breath and trying again.

“You’re Dr. Two Brains’ spouse?! I had no idea he was married!” Meatloaf exclaimed, and you chuckled bitterly.

“Yeah, he seems to forget that too,” Meatloaf is silent and Charlie places a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look up at them.

“We noticed…” Meatloaf whispered, trying his best to be comforting. Meatloaf rubbed your other shoulder and looked over to you in concern. 

“We’re sorry about what you have to go through. While Charlie and me don’t know much, we can’t imagine how hard it is for you,” Charlie shook his head affirmatively as Meatloaf spoke. You place your hands on theirs and sighed.

“Thanks…” You muttered out quietly, “It really is hard. After the accident, I thought Steven was dead until I saw the news broadcast about him.” Charlie and Meatloaf nod as you continue.

“In a way, he sort of is. He doesn’t even remember me most of the time,” You lean forward and press your face into your hands, elbows resting on the guardrail, “Everytime he forgets…It’s like losing him over and over again.” 

The tears finally fell freely down your face and the two henchmen looked at each other panicking, not knowing what to do to comfort you. They let you cry while rubbing your back and Charlie offered you a tissue when most of your crying was done.

“Thank you…” You sniffled before wiping your face and blowing your nose.

“Does the Boss really not recognize you?” Meatloaf asked hesitantly. You shook your head.

“Most times, no,” You answered, shoulders slumped and legs tired, “But I took that vow, ‘In sickness and in health.’ How funny…”

The henchmen are silent.

“I mean, really. What horrible act did I commit to deserve this outcome?” The tears were back with a vengeance and you rubbed your eyes extra hard to rid yourself of them, ignoring the sharp sting of your lab coat rubbing your delicate skin so rough, “It’s n-not fair. I’ve don’t nothing but love Steven with all my heart, and when he looks at me-”

You cut yourself off with a sharp inhale, suddenly unable to breath properly.

“He doesn’t even remember me!” You shouted, banging your fists on the railing and noting the small dents in the metal, “It hurts…More than anything, it hurts so bad.”

The henchmen stayed with you for the rest of the night, even helping you cook dinner and having a small sleepover that Dr. Two Brains wasn’t a part of. You looked absolutely tired when the three of you sat down to watch a movie and you ended up only making it half way through it before you were out like a light. The two covered you with a discarded, mostly clean towel that was lying around -- it was the closest to a proper blanket -- before leaving the lair for the night. Charlie glanced at your sleeping form one last time, sympathy for you overflowing, before Meatloaf called him over to the truck.

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Less than an hour later, Dr. Two Brains made his way into the main part of the lair, finding you passed out on the couch. As he approached, he pulled the towel off of you with a disgusted sneer and immediately noted the smell of cigarettes on you. It was faint even for the mouse nose, but it was definitely cigarettes he was smelling.

Dr. Two Brains grumbled to himself about forcing you to quit while grabbing a proper blanket and pillow from the storage area of the lair. He came back and covered your now shivering body with the thick comforter. There were a few holes in it and it smelled a little funky, but it was better than the damn towel that’s for sure. 

Ever so gently, Dr. Two Brains lifts your head and squeezes the pillow underneath it before dropping you back down. He watched you turn your head in your sleep and sigh. 

The Doctor felt odd as he stared at your face, subconsciously tucking a loose strand of hair out of the way. 

But the longer he looked at you the more you reminded him of his own spouse...

He always did wonder where they went after his accident.

[fairy-writes]

I LOVE THAT LAST ONE AAAAAAAAAA

okay so, another request:

pair: November 11 x Reader, of course. Dadvember dabbling, maybe, and a bit of April x November but in a caretaker to July way, not romantic.

time: early season, after November shows in Japan but not SET in Japan.

summary: this time the reader is a contractor. they wound up crossing paths during a mission and were initially on opposite sides, posing themselves as threats to one another in a similar way to November and Hei, but this time the reader winds up catching the eye of Frosty Danger, as he catches theirs, and they wind up in a secret relationship behind closed doors, furious rivals to the rest of the world. Reader doesn’t know how to deal with being attached to someone since it hadn’t happened before they became a contractor, neither does November, but at this point, does it even matter anymore?

Reader’s power: deadly plants that grow out of control and can wrap around targets and choke them, stab them, or poison them. their obeisance: they have to eat food that they absolutely despise but won’t make them sick. it’s just kind of annoying.

- Frosty anon

FORGOTTEN NAMES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Darker than Black

Pairing(s): November 11 x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Contractor!Reader, Reader is described as smaller than November 11

Notes: I tried to limit the use of “November 11,” mainly because we don’t know his actual name. I thought it was a fun challenge :)

I also adore Lovesick November 11

THIS ALSO TOOK ON A LIFE OF ITS OWN 

I'M SO SORRY IF THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU WANTED

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November 11 didn’t remember his name. His true name. The one he was born with. Not anymore, anyway. Sometimes, he liked to pretend that Jack Simon was his real name. But he knew he was just lying to himself. 

Just like he lied to everyone else. 

Everyone except you. 

The body before him was bloated and swollen. Rashes covered every exposed inch of the body, and November 11 suspected it was also under the clothing. It would make sense, wouldn’t it?

You always were thorough with your work. 

He stood and pulled off his sunglasses, turning to look at the detective, who was also inspecting the corpse. 

“What do you think?” The detective asked and he shrugged, adjusting his suit coat before speaking. 

“Looks like poison ivy. Or poison oak. Or whatever the third one was, I can never remember. Perhaps the victim had a severe allergic reaction?”

The detective stood and huffed, pulling off her gloves as she did so. 

“That’s what it looks like. There is only one issue: those plants aren’t native around here. So unless someone is carrying around some poisonous plants, I’d say we have a Contractor on our hands.” She said, and he just hummed to show that he was listening. 

Pulling out his phone and walking the opposite way, he dialed your number. 

You picked up on the third ring. 

“Hello?” Your tone instantly made a smile tug on the corners of his mouth. 

“Were you around 12th Street this morning, say around three o’clock in the morning?” He asked, hearing you hum a song. He also heard the crinkle of paper and the rustle of something.

You must’ve been in the kitchen. 

“I suppose I might’ve been. Why?” You say cryptically, and he laughs under his breath. 

“Just curious.” He said and heard you bark out a laugh.

“That’s a lie. Did you find my little present yet?” At that, he halted and spun on his heel, swiftly approaching the body. He knelt where it was propped up against the wall and pulled on a pair of nitrile gloves, cradling his phone in the crook of his shoulder. With gloved fingers, he rifled through the suit jacket and pockets. 

Only to find a flower. You always did like your flowers. 

It was a buttercup, if he remembered right. That was one thing he always picked up around you: your knowledge of flowers. 

“So, did you find it?” You chirp over the phone, and he hummed and hawed for a moment, letting you stew in your impatience. Only when you complain does he answer you, twirling the flower between his fingers. 

“Of course, I found it, love. Might I ask what it means?”

“Get over here, and I’ll tell you.” You say softly into the receiver, and he chuckles,

“Give me ten minutes, darling.”

When he arrived, approximately nine minutes and thirty-two seconds later, Bloomscape Flowers was closed. But he took the key from under the mat and unlocked it, stepping inside as he pocketed it. He walked past rows of flowers of all kinds. Chrysanthemums, pansies, roses—they were all here and carefully cultivated and blooming under your keen eye. 

All the way in the back, past the counter, there’s a door leading upstairs above the shop. Opening it, he catches a whiff of freshly baked bread and whatever you were making for dinner. It smelled delicious, but he knew better. He knew you would hate it.

You notice he walks in the second the door opens.

“Welcome home!” You call from the kitchen, and he immediately feels like a weight has been taken off his shoulders. Loosening his tie and hanging his suit coat in your coat closet, he toes off his shoes and follows your voice into the kitchen. 

“I’m home.” He said a bit belatedly, and you looked up at him with a beaming grin. 

“I noticed.” You teased, and his mouth quirked up into a small smile.

You step close, tugging off your oven mitts, and his arms go around your waist. You reach up to tug on his tie to tug him down to your lips, meeting in a sweet kiss that makes him forget everything that’s been weighing on his mind. 

The case he’s been forced to work on.

The fact that he already knows who committed the crime. 

And the fact that he has to disobey orders just to keep you safe. 

You taste like your strawberry chapstick, and as your lips move against his, he finds himself crowding you back against the counter so he can kiss you properly. He breaks away to press kisses to the underside of your jaw and feels more than hear you giggle as he reaches the ticklish spot just under your ear. 

“No marks, Nov.” You say, and he huffs indignantly.

“You’re no fun.” He goes to kiss you again, but then the oven beeps, so you put a finger to his lips to stop him in his tracks. He scowls at the stove as you go to open the kitchen appliance, seriously considering icing it over. 

But that would just make you mad, so he refrained. 

It isn’t long before dinner is served, and he digs into it with gusto. He loved your cooking. 

You, however, take your time. With every bite, you plug your nose and immediately chase it with water—your obeisance. Being forced to eat foods you despised was almost as bad as smoking. At least you weren’t going to die early because of it. 

Dinner is wrapped up quickly, mostly because you can’t stand eating for long when you have your price to pay. He washes while you dry and put away, so it takes little more than fifteen minutes to clean up your mess. Then, the two of you share the wicker loveseat out on your balcony. You have your legs thrown over his lap and lean your head against his shoulder. In return, his arm is draped across your shoulders as he looks out on the city. With his free hand, he pulls the crumpled flower out of his shirt pocket and studies it. 

“It means ‘You are radiant with charm.’” You murmur, and he looks down to see you already looking up at him,

“Pardon?” You jerk your head toward the flower in his hand. 

“The buttercup. It means you are a charming man. I thought it fitting.” You say, and he exhales a laugh, tucking the flower into your hair. 

“You are a thousand times more charming than I, my love.”

The scent of cigarette smoke was thick in the air as November 11 exhaled a cloud of smoke with a deep cough.

The body before him was frozen and crumbling due to his Contract. And because he used his Contract to freeze that idiot solid, he had to pay the price.

A tug on his free hand, he looked down to see July, staring blankly into the distance. July’s other hand is pressed flat against the glass of a window display. 

“They’re there.” The doll mumbled, and he tensed. 

Who was here? 

Only for you to step out of the shadows.

Despite you wearing a porcelain mask to obscure your features, he knew it was you. Knew it was you by the way you walked, the way you sprinkled seeds along the ground, and the way you paused for a split second in your step when you spotted him. Your eyes met his, and he only had the time to shake his head once before things went to shit. 

The detective who had inspected the body covered in rashes the day he found the buttercup pulled her gun and pointed it at you. 

“Stop right there!” She bellowed, and you cocked your head to the side, studying her through the glassy eyes of your mask. He could see the gears turning in your mind before you began to glow blue, the mask’s blank eyes doing nothing to hide the crimson glow of your pupils. 

The concrete cracked and splintered beneath their feet as two massive plants erupted from the ground. They looked almost like Venus flytraps if Venus flytraps got to be eight feet tall. One of them swooped down and scooped up the remains of the person he had just killed, swallowing the pieces whole before lurching forward in an attempt to eat him, July, and the detective. 

Well… Maybe not him or July, but it was certainly eyeing the detective with a hungry gaze—as hungry as a thing could look without eyes, anyway. 

As he started to move July behind his back, they were suddenly soaked in a torrent of rain. His suit was soaked, his hair dripping wet, his cigarette extinguished, and he could feel his socks squelch in his shoes. July looked up at the sky blankly and then to the side where April was waving a hand, surrounded by the same blue glow as you. He activated his own Contract and froze the ground surrounding one of your plants, freezing it over and shattering it. 

He could apologize to you later. 

Meanwhile, you ducked under a bullet from the detective and skipped backward to let your remaining carnivorous plant take over. It lunged and snapped but to no avail. 

You would have to get clever if you wanted to kill the detective. 

But there wasn’t anything November 11 could do to help you unless he wanted to give away his position as your lover. And that would definitely get you (and probably him) killed. 

It wasn’t long before you got your chance. 

You reached into your pocket, throwing a handful of what looked like dirt at the detective. She sputtered and spat out what he realized were seeds.

But it was too late. 

Vines took root in the concrete around her and wrapped her up like a Christmas present. But that wasn’t what made his stomach turn. That was the fact that she must’ve swallowed one or two. Because vines erupted from her belly and throat, spattering the ground with blood and innards. Your remaining carnivorous plant gobbled up her body, leaving no trace but the blood and guts on the ground. 

And even that was washed away by April’s rain. 

He pushed the door open to your apartment and heard you gagging. 

You must’ve been paying your price already. 

He shed his coat and shoes before following the sound of your despair to the master bathroom, where you were hunched over the toilet. You retched but didn’t actually get sick, a plate of food on your bedside table showing what you had been eating. He leaned on the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I’m home.” He said, and you waved half-heartedly from your spot at the toilet. 

Eventually, you stood and flushed, shuddering as you rid yourself of the horrid smell that was the food you despised. He leaned down to kiss you, but you recoiled with a disgusted look scrunching your nose. 

“You’ve been smoking again.” You said, and he huffed. 

“I had to pay my price, my love.” He said, and you still scrunched up your nose. 

“I’m not kissing you until you change and brush your teeth.”

So, there he stood, scrubbing his teeth with his toothbrush as you did the same, getting the taste of smoke and food out of your mouths. He rinsed and gargled with mouthwash before taking a shower. The towel hung around his neck as he rubbed the fabric over his hair to dry the blond strands. You look up from your book as he comes out, towel around his waist and little else on. He catches you staring as he changes into the nightshirt and pants you had laid out for him. 

“Like what you see?” He teases, and you roll your eyes, returning to your book.

“I always do.” You tease him right back, and he just laughs. 

Approaching your side, he leans down and finally kisses you. You carefully mark your place in your book before eagerly returning the kiss. 

Finally. 

[rinnie-marylin]

I swear wordgirl fanfics on wattpad are a whole new level of unhinged.

And i'm not talkin' about the 'crazy fun' kind. I'm talking about the DISGUSTANG kind of unhinged.

I've already seen a few DTB x reader smuts.

And multiple "tobey fucking kidnaps becky but it's ok because he's just inlove" fanfics. Like they just combined the yandere alpha man x tiny catgirl trope with this ship and it's horrifying.

[escapist-dreams]

Wait wait OP now I just want a drb reader villainous power couple- like when they first meet they're a bit competitive, but eventually they decide to work together to meet their own ends and decide they like it that way.

twobrains x reader headcanons bc i can't be the only one simping for this guy. under the cut bc long post. minors beware, it gets a little suggestive at times (like pg-13 levels, i'm not putting straight up pr0n in the main tag like an animal)

-Dr. Two Brains is a man who is very free and unrestrained with physical affection. If he enjoys your company, expect him to be extremely touchy feely with you in an almost infuriatingly casual manner. He'll pull you in close, hold your hand just for the sake of it, snuggle up next to you if he's sitting down near you, or just keep an arm around your waist. He's also not above letting his hands wander into less innocent places (with respect for all boundaries, of course.)

-That being said, as open as he is with the physical and sensual side of things, emotional intimacy is where he struggles. He has a reputation as the most dangerous villain in the city to uphold, and feelings are complicated when you have two brains that hate each other, so he has to have complete and total trust in someone before he really lets them in. He sees vulnerability as very high risk/high reward.

-The mouse brain cares about nobody and nothing except for cheese. While Steven will love you dearly regardless of the mouse brain's opinions, Squeaky will either see you as a means to an end for more cheese, a tolerable neutral party, or a distraction from his ultimate goals, depending on how into cheese related crimes you are. There may be a bit of infighting between the two brains depending on how mean Squeaky decides to be about the whole situation.

-Dtb would never allow himself to hurt you. He may be grouchy at times, he may raise his voice in annoyance (and immediately regret it), he may break promises if it means he gets cheese out of it, but he would never lay a hand on you in anger. He isn't perfect, and he's certainly evil, but he draws the line at being abusive. That's one low he simply refuses to sink to.

-He makes an active effort to compliment you a lot, especially on specific things so you know he's being genuine. He's pretty fond of calling you cute or sweet, and he makes sure to let you know he thinks pretty highly of your intelligence to balance out how much he brags about his own. If you shoot him compliments back, it'll catch him off guard and he'll absolutely melt. As popular as he is as a villain, he's also still highly feared, so it's rare that he feels genuinely loved.

-As much as he wants to give you hickeys, he is also highly nervous about where the line between love bite and painful bite would lie when he has teeth that can chew through solid steel.

-He likes having you around while he's building rays. It's nice having someone to bounce ideas off of, and even if you don't fully understand how it all works, just giving him the chance to explain his process out loud if he's hitting a wall can help him realize exactly what may be going wrong.

-Sometimes he'll make an unnecessarily long string of really bad puns to annoy you because he thinks you're cute when you're suffering from his terrible almost-comedy.

-If you are not already an active villain, twobrains will offer to show you the ropes of doing crimes and help you plan out your first spree. Of course, if getting involved isn't really your deal, he'll be perfectly content with letting you hang back at his lair while he and the henchmen go on cheese heists, as long as you bring him a block of cheddar now and again when inevitably he ends up in jail again.

-If you ARE already a villain with a decent reputation, expect him to get just the slightest bit competitive about the title of top villain. He won't take it too far, but he definitely gets a little salty if you ever manage to rank higher than him, and then immediately tries to one up you with an extravagant heist, which, most of the time, will fail spectacularly. Also expect him to consider rampaging through the city while constantly slipping flirting in with the standard villain banter to be a date.

[thewildsophia]

So I’m really curious and want to know ya’lls opinion. I’m working on a WordGirl Dr. Two Brains x reader fic and wanted to know if anyone would actually be interested in reading it. If not, I won’t post it and just keep it to myself but if even one other person would like to read it I’ll post it.

I find it’s kinda a hassle to upload fic to tumblr both from the way I like to structure them and also tumblr limiting the text block size to like 4096 which makes it hard to copy/paste my fics from google docs to here. It’s kinda saddening to go through that work to upload here and then only get like 2 likes lmao.

[thewildsophia]

WordGirl//Dr. Two Brains x Reader

A/N: Back on my bullshit again lmaoo. Idk why but my sister reminded me of how 6-year-old me was in love with Two Brains back in like 2010. Anyway, I'm very disappointed by the shattering lack of fanfics for this guy. So, like always, I made my own headcanons for him. I actually do have a full fanfic drafted out for him, but I'm not sure when it will be finished.

A/N pt 2: LMAO I FORGOT TO TAG THIS PERSON. So I got the idea from an ask on @cheese-induced-madness ‘s page about an affectionate reader and wanted to do my own version of it.

A/N pt 3: so apparently it wasn’t cheese induced madness who posted the prompt I was referencing??? I had to search for it again but it was actually by @dearest-painter. Sorry!

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"Read More Link" placed due to length

Dr. Two Brains x Affectionate!Reader

I imagine it’s in Reader's nature to be both physically and verbally kind, but with Dr. Two Brains their affection is multiplied by like 100 lmao.

And Dr. Two Brains LOVES it omg.

Two Brains is also affectionate in nature but doesn’t show it often until you and him become official. I mean, he loves his henchmen but he doesn’t always treat them the best :/

You and him are probably both touch-starved sorry I don’t make the rules. But that’s okay because you have each other.

You would often try to be in physical contact with him as much as possible: brushing shoulders, holding hands, bonking heads, anything really that allows you to touch him. It’s your own brand of affection and he doesn’t mind the unconventional choice of touch.

I feel like he’s also weird with the way he chooses to show physical affection. Like yes, he enjoys hugs and holding hands, but he also gives little love bites while kissing you or he straight up just walks up to you and bites your shoulder. He’s very careful with his teeth tho.

You often try to keep him calm while he’s working on things. Squeaky doesn’t let him rest much, so Two Brains gets antsy when he’s not being productive.

He may have been working on something for hours on end without taking any breaks, so you’ll walk up behind him, rest your chin on his shoulder, and lace your fingers with his, stopping his motions. He’d ask you what’s wrong before you’d hug him, wrapping his own arms around his waist and kissing his cheek. 

He’d giggle at the ticklish sensation of your lips on his skin and shake from being embraced so tightly. You’d whisper sweet nothings into his ear before letting go of him and allowing him to turn around and face you. 

If you told him to take a break, he’d do it in a heartbeat for you. 

You’d cook sometimes for him, and other times he’d cook for you. Most dishes have cheese in them, but occasionally he’s able to eat something small without cheese and squeaky not getting upset at it. 

I could see you two carrying each other around the secret hideout at random times. Like you could be doing your work or cooking and he’s on your back. Or Two Brains may be working on some invention and you’re on his back, arms wrapped around his neck and legs hugging his waist. 

You can’t tell me he doesn’t have the strength to do so. And since I’m tall and strong you’re also strong. Sorry, I make the rules now lmao. 

You also like to carry him with him facing you and peppering kisses across his face and neck, leaving him a flustered and stuttering mess in your arms. 

Sleeping with this man (not like that (¬_¬") ) is so random and never consistent. He sleeps at random times, sometimes late at night, other times in the middle of the afternoon. 

The only consistent thing is how he chooses to sleep with you.

He often begs you to go to sleep with him even if you just woke up. He says that you calm him enough to actually fall asleep and that you keep squeaky at bay. 

If you just woke up you’ll lay with him until he falls asleep and then go back to whatever you do. If you were just about to go to bed then there’s no problem!

I will say that this man is ALWAYS all over you. He often likes to lay on you lmao. Even if he didn’t start off laying on you - like if you two were originally just next to each other - you’ll wake up in the morning barely being able to breathe because this man is laying on you like you’re the fucking mattress. 

Two Brains will apologize with this small voice and it’s hard to stay man at him. 

He also likes to snuggle into you. Two Brains likes to lay his head under your chin and face in your neck where he’ll kiss you while his arms wrap around your waist with legs tangled. 

He likes it when you gently comb your fingers through his hair, being careful of the mouse brains, and whisper quiet words of affirmation to him. He falls asleep FAST. 

Little. Spoon. Fr.

This man just LOVES to be held and you hold him so gently okay??? 🥺

He feels secure in your arms. You hold him firmly yet carefully and he’s never felt so loved than in those quiet moments. 

Two Brains probably gets a little jealous when you also dote on his henchmen. He knows that it’s just your nature to be kind and physically affectionate, so he doesn’t actually get mad when he catches you squeezing their shoulders or hugging the two together. 

He’s just a little jealous that it isn’t him you’re holding (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

He gets over it fast when you run up to his and rest your head on his shoulder. Or better yet you, literally, sweep him off his feet and deposit the both of you somewhere else.

When it comes to dealing with the mouse brain, your verbal affection shines. 

There are some days when Two Brains and his mouse brain disagree with each other, the mouse brain usually berating Two Brains. You’re there to comfort him and get the mouse brain back in line.

Because of that, the mouse brain doesn’t particularly like you. It thinks you're nothing more than an obstacle in the way of acquiring more cheese. When Squeaky took control he forced Two Brains to push you as far away as possible. It hurt, but you knew those weren’t the actions of Two Brains himself.

When Two Brains was allowed to be himself again this man was crying, BEGGING for your forgiveness and him affirming how much he loved you and didn’t want you to leave him.

You told him you were never mad at him and THREW himself at you. Bro had you pinned down on the ground just by laying on you and crying into your chest. He didn’t move for a few hours lmao.

Two Brains gets flustered a lot. He’s not used to much verbal affection considering he’s a villain and all. Even when he was just Steven no one really paid mind to him in that way.

So whenever you say something simple like, “You look handsome today, as you do every day.” or “You’re so pretty <3” he absolutely loses his mind. This man is blushing and stuttering like a little schoolboy omggg.

He also just really appreciates hearing you say kind things about him; Two Brains doesn’t have the best self-esteem. He’s more than confident in his intelligence, but not so much in the physical department.

He knows that he looks…odd. Not many people found him attractive when he was Steven, and even less now as Dr. Two Brains. So hearing you say he’s pretty and that you love him makes his day every time.

But he doesn’t just receive compliments from you; He makes sure to voice just how much he loves you the same way you do. 

He says casual things like, “You’re so sweet.” or “Oh, look how pretty my S/O is.” It’s so cute really, he can’t help but blush whenever he’s trying to compliment you. You just make him so nervous sometimes because you’re so beautiful/handsome (whatever you prefer) to him.

In more intimate movements like when you two are cuddling or just enjoying each other’s presence in the few fleeting free moments, Two Brains is much more confident in what he says. He’s not as much of a blushing mess as when you two are around his henchmen or Wordgirl. He’ll whisper how much he loves and adores you, pressing gentle kisses to your skin in between breathless praises.

However, if you say even the simplest of compliments to him in these moments, all of his previous confidence leaves his body and he’s back to the muttering, stumbling mess he usually is. 

Call him pretty, call him smart, call him kind he absolutely loves every word you say about him. Just be careful with how much you say in one sitting because one complements too many and he’ll start crying from how much he loves you.

Two Brains is a sucker for praise. His henchmen often praise him for his intelligence and ingenuity with his creations, but this man will do anything for you to praise him.

Two Brains will make inventions based on your late-night ramblings or he’ll cook and clean for you; This man would pull the stars out of the night skies as a gift for you if you only said the word.

Dr. Two Brains is completely and totally infatuated with you and he’s so lucky that he’s found someone who is equally infatuated with him.

[fairy-writes]

so…I’ve seen you write something for Hei from Darker than Black, and if it’s not too much trouble I WILL request more of him in the future, there needs to be more DtB content out there.

BUT

I also saw a note about November 11, and I wanted to ask if you might be willing to do something with him with a femme civilian reader? she’s very shy, not very outgoing and not prone to going many places on her own unless she has to go to a store or feels daring enough to go to a café, but wound up affiliated with a contractor and November’s job is initially to just get rid of said contractor, but as he gathers intel he winds up very interested in the reader. at first curiosity, but it blooms into something he just can’t quite put his finger on. meanwhile the reader just sees a very friendly Jack Simon, and falls for him too.

but he has a very icy secret, can he keep it or will he be forced to choose between his profession and what he knows is in his heart?

…also mild Dadvember because he’s very much July’s dad and I will hear nothing to the contrary

KNITTED WITH SECRECY

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Darker than Black

Pairing(s): November 11 x Reader

Word Count: 6k (PLS READ IM BEGGING YOU)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Civilian!Reader, Reader is described as smaller than November 11, Reader is also implied to have longer hair

Notes: THANKS SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST

I LOVE NOVEMBER 11 SO MUCH

(This also takes place outside of Japan, just FYI)

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This whole day was a mistake.

It was supposed to be simple. Go out, get groceries, and then go home. Maybe. Just maybe! You could stop at that cat café you had been dying to try on your way home.

Maybe Al wouldn’t be too upset about smelling other cats. 

Who were you kidding? He was always upset when he smelled another animal on your clothes. It was part of what made having the little bobtail so much fun. 

You stifle a sneeze and rub at your nose as people mill through the grocery store. There had been a sale on shrimp and vegetables, hence why you ventured out of your apartment in the first place. But it seemed that you were out of luck. You had yet to find said shrimp or even the veggies on sale. 

And you were looking forward to eating healthy for once, too!

Oh heavens… You were turning into your mother.

You end up ducking out of the grocery store without having bought anything except for some cat treats and wet food and slowly make your way home to your little dingy one-bedroom apartment. 

Only to run straight into the one person you don’t want to talk to the moment you get into your apartment complex. You hear your name from a shrill voice and cringe internally. 

“Hello, Mrs. Ellis!” You say cheerily and pour all your fake happiness into your words. You wave ‘happily’ to the old woman outside on the bench near your building. She’s knitting something that looks vaguely like a scarf? She had made you something last year for Christmas, and you had just given it to Al as a plaything because it was so itchy. 

Of course, you didn’t tell her. 

“How are you doing, dearie? Are you eating well enough?” She asks, and you nod, pointedly ignoring the fact that you still didn’t have groceries for the week. She didn’t need to know too much. She already knew way more than she let on, and you blamed it on your ability to never shut up when you were nervous.

But she didn’t need to know that either. 

You make aimless small talk for a few minutes until you are positively dying to go upstairs and see your beloved cat. Al’s probably getting close to yowling at the empty apartment by now, and you can’t afford another noise complaint. 

“I really gotta get upstairs, Mrs. Ellis. Al’s waiting for me and all. I need to give him his daily treats, y’know?” You say quickly, and the woman nods happily, curls bouncing, before returning to her knitting. 

Your assumption was correct. You could hear Al screeching his lungs out like a child possessed as you made it to the third floor of your apartment building. However, he quiets down when he inevitably hears your keys jingling in the lock. The second the door is open, you can hear his heavy paws on the floor as he tries to get out and see what you have. So, you stick your foot in the crack to stop him, nudging him back with your toes as you squeeze in through the door. 

The little (big) bobtail cat chirps, meows, and weaves between your legs as if trying to trip you. He can surely smell the treats in your grocery bag and, despite already being rather hefty, is begging for more. 

“I know, I know, I’m coming!” You say to your cat and set the bag on the countertop in the kitchen. Al doesn’t bother trying to jump up; he’s too heavy for that. And while you had tried several times to put him on a diet, it never seemed to stick. 

It was clear that Al had you wrapped tightly around his paw.

But it was a routine you enjoyed, and routines were good, so you really didn’t complain too much.

Your routine was obliterated that next week. 

And it all started with a knock on the front door. 

You look up from your Nintendo Switch from your parents and frown, pausing your game and heading toward the entrance of your humble abode. Al was hot on your heels, his collar jingling as you opened the front door. 

“Mrs. Ellis? How can I help you?” You say hesitantly and yelp as she pushes something into your hands. Your heart sinks as you look at what she has given you. 

It’s another scarf. 

By the looks of it, it’s the one she was knitting last week. It’s horribly long and rather lopsided, with horrible colors of yellow and green that burn your retinas. 

“Just a gift for you, dearie! For always working so hard!” She chirps and abruptly leaves you alone in the doorway. 

You look down at your feline companion, who is on his back, batting at the end of the scarf. He trills and chuffs as he plays with the long knitted garment.

“Well, Al… looks like you have a new toy.” You mutter and shut the door. 

That evening, you get another knock on the door. You look back up from your Nintendo Switch—you hadn’t moved since you sat down—and grimace. Two people at your door in one day? It could only be your landlord. Maybe you had gotten a noise complaint that you didn’t know about? You glance at your snoozing feline wrapped in his newest toy and shrug. 

Hopefully, it wasn’t a burglar or worse. Your landlord. Or even worse than that, Mrs. Ellis with yet another scarf. 

It’s none of the above. 

You open your front door just a crack and come face to face with a chest. You blink and look up. 

Styled blond hair, gray eyes hidden behind sunglasses, dressed in a white suit, purple button-down, and matching tie. He’s handsome, exceptionally so. And looks to be around your age, too. You feel your ears burn and your heart speed up. 

Calm down! He was way out of your league anyway!

Besides… You shift your gaze and realize the man isn’t alone. A woman and a child are with him. The woman has dark skin and beautiful golden eyes. She’s dressed in a fuchsia coat with a fur trim. The boy wears a button-down and bow tie with shorts, suspenders, and loafers. 

What an… odd group of people…

“Uh… Can I help you?” You hesitate before remembering your manners at the last second. The man dips his head as if tipping an imaginary hat, and his lips quirked into a dashing smile. 

“Good evening, ma’am. My name is Jack Simon. Might we come inside?” His accent is incredibly attractive, and you feel your ears burning again. 

But… You don’t know any of these people… So you close the door just a smidge. Jack Simon’s smile falters just the tiniest bit. 

“Why should I? I don’t even know who you are.” You say, and the woman chuckles,

“She’s got you there.” She turns her attention to you and grins, “My name is April. This is July. We’re here on official business from MI6. We’re hoping to speak to you about a neighbor in your complex?” She says kindly, and you mentally take note of their strange names and open the door a crack.

“Which neighbor? There are like fifty in this building alone.” You say skeptically and narrow your eyes when Jack Simon reaches into the breast pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a photo. 

Is that…?

“It’s been some time since this picture was taken, but do you know—”

“That’s Mrs. Ellis.” You blurt, effectively cutting him off as you look at a photo of your much older-looking neighbor. The picture looked like it was taken about sixty years ago when she was in her mid-teens. But the slope of her nose was the same, as was the shape of her eyes. 

Jack raises an eyebrow.

“Does she have a first name?” At this, you shrugged and bent down to pick up Al, who had woken from his nap and was currently trying to escape. April lets out a quiet gasp of glee and lets go of July’s hand. 

“Oh, look at the cute kitty! Might I ask their name?” She asks and extends her hand to let Al sniff. A deep rumbling purr is heard as she scratches under his chin. You let out a tight laugh. 

He’s getting heavy.

“His name is Al Pawcino. He’s an eight-year-old bobtail and incredibly overweight, but we’re trying to work on that.” You say quickly, and she lets out a loud laugh.

“Al Pawcino! You’re kidding!” Jack tries to step in, but you are emboldened by the interest in your feline friend. 

“Al Pacino was my dad’s favorite actor.” You say, and even July steps forward to pet Al. His eyes creep you out a bit. They’re blank and empty like that of a doll. 

“If we could get back on track, please,” Jack says, exasperated, and you nod. 

“I don’t know her first name. I'm pretty sure she doesn’t know mine, either. She lives… actually, I don’t know where she lives in this complex. She mainly sits downstairs and knits.” You reply and shift Al in your arms. 

You were starting to babble again. 

Jack raises an eyebrow.

“Knits?” You frowned and nodded again, setting Al down and retrieving the new scarf on the hook by your door. Al tries to escape, so you nudge him back with your foot and step outside so you can shut the door behind you. 

“Sure, all the time. Here, I’ll show you, they’re kind of bad, though. Al plays with the other one.” You say and hand him the horrendous article of clothing.

The man studies the knitted fabric and then to you.

“Do you know why she gave this to you?” He asks, and you shrug,

“She said she gave me this one because “I’ve been working so hard.”” You reply, and he hums before folding up the ‘scarf’ and tucking it into his trouser pocket. 

It bulges awkwardly, but you don’t have the heart to tell him as you just let out an indignant cry,

“Hey! What are you doing?!” He looks pointedly over his sunglasses (who even wears sunglasses at night?), and your mouth snaps shut.

“We have reason to believe that she is not who she says she is. This scarf is evidence.” He says curtly, and just like that, the odd little trio left you alone outside your apartment.

You watch them leave, and when they descend the stairs, you turn and go to open the front door.

Only to find that it’s locked.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

The next time you see the mysterious Jack Simon is just the following week. He doesn’t have April with him, which is odd. Even with your brief first encounter, you had the feeling they were always around each other.

One hand is occupied with his cell phone, which is pressed to his ear. The other holds July’s hand. The doll-like boy simply stands there on the street corner with Jack and watches the world pass by.

You gulp down the last of your coffee at the café and head out, having already paid for your drink. 

What are you doing?

Surely you aren’t—

“Mr. Simon! July!” You find yourself saying, and they both turn to look at you, almost in unison. You offer a friendly smile that you hope doesn’t look too awkward and come to a stop before them. Jack says a quick goodbye and ends his call, smiling that same dashing smile as before.

Again, you can feel your heart speed up.

He says your name, and you duck your head in greeting.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again.” He says, and you fall in stride beside him and his… friend? Son? Acquaintance?

“Likewise, can I ask how your investigation is going?” You ask, and he pulls down his sunglasses to wink, 

“That is confidential information, ma’am.” He quips, and you roll your eyes. 

“I’m part of the investigation, right? Surely I can be told something.” You ask, unsure of where this excitement about the investigation into Mrs. Ellis is coming from. She was a bit obnoxious even though she meant well. But Al didn’t like her, so by proxy, you didn’t either. So, by all means, you shouldn’t have cared about what happened to her. 

But there was something about this mysterious Jack Simon man that wanted you to keep him talking. He had a voice as smooth as silk that made tingles go from the tips of your ears down to your toes. 

Said man sighed, looked both ways, and as the light signifies that you could walk, the three of you started crossing the street. 

“I suppose you can know a little…” He muses and smiles as you give a quiet cheer. “But not here. We need to be away from prying eyes.” He continued quickly, and you blinked several times in confusion. 

Just what was he about to tell you?!

The car you’re in has blackened windows and heated leather seats. The driver is separated by glass and keeps his eyes on the road. Save for the size, this seems more like a limo than anything. 

“Might I offer you a sparkling water?” Jack says and you lurch awkwardly as you get buckled. 

“Uh… No thanks… I’m not the biggest fan of fizz.” You say, and Jack shrugs, taking one for himself before closing the center console that held the drinks. He raps on the glass separating you and the driver, and the car rumbles into motion. 

“Now… What to tell you about the case?” Jack mutters to himself. You glance at him from where you had been looking out the window. He sat across from you, with July at his side. The little boy was watching you, hands folded neatly in his lap. 

He kind of gave you the creeps… He was so… doll-like…

“What do you know about Contractors?” Jack says abruptly, and you startle slightly. Then you frown. 

“What like construction contractors?” You reply, and he shakes his head. 

“I mean the ones that appeared when Hell and Heaven’s Gate appeared ten years ago.” 

A shiver ran down your spine at that. 

You had heard whispers. People talking in hushed voices over coffee about speculations about people with supernatural powers. About Dolls with no emotions who could see you through their medium. 

Wait a minute… 

Your eyes narrow at Jack Simon and his mysterious child acquaintance, July. 

“Are you a Contractor?” You ask hesitantly, and his eyebrows shoot up. 

“What makes you say that?” He asks, but his tone has changed. Something icy cold, like frost glazing over a window and dropping the temperature. You can’t help but shudder. 

“Your vibes. And July, too. I’ve heard about Dolls, and it makes sense that he’d be one of them.” You say, and Jack Simon stares blankly for a moment.

Then he begins to laugh. 

A deep body-shaking laugh that has him covering his mouth. You feel your face heat up.

Eventually, Jack gets his emotions under control and takes a deep breath. 

“You’ve got me. July is a Doll. I’m a Contractor. April is as well.” He says, and you freeze.

“But I thought Contractors worked for the black market? You said you worked for the United Kingdom and MI6!” You blurt, and he nods his head to the side,

“Not all Contractors work for the black market. Many work for corporations like PANDORA or secret services like MI6.” He explains, and you hum. 

“So you’re like a super secret spy?” You say, almost teasing, and he chuckles at that, making your heart stutter for the umpteenth time that day.

You like the sound of his laugh. 

It is then that you remember why you’re in the darkened car in the first place and snap your fingers. 

“Mrs. Ellis! Why are you investigating her, and what does she have to do with Contractors?” You say, and Jack grins,

“Why, she’s a Contractor herself.”

You choke on your saliva and erupt into a coughing fit. 

“She’s a what?!” You gasp as soon as your hacking subsides. Jack shrugs, adjusting his violet tie.

“MI6 has reason to believe she’s a part of an enemy organization. We don’t know her power, only that she’s encoding messages in her knitting.” A jolt runs through you. 

Her knitting?

“But why give it to me?” You ask, almost scared of the answer. Jack glances out the window as buildings pass briefly before looking back to you. 

“To hide her messages? Who knows. But—”

A phone goes off, playing a jaunty little tune, and he whips out his cellular device.

“Talk to me.” He says, and you hear someone female speaking on the other end. Maybe April? She chatters on momentarily, with Jack humming to show he was listening. But it isn’t long before he hangs up and looks at you seriously. All traces of his sense of humor were gone. 

“It seems someone has broken into your apartment.”

Your apartment had been ransacked. 

The dining table was overturned, and the chairs were pushed up against the wall. Your bedroom had been ripped apart, and drawers from your dresser were thrown about. Hell, they had even gutted your mattress!

Al squeezed himself out from under your bedframe the second he heard your voice. He came yowling down the hall and cannonballed into your legs, causing you to stumble back against the ever-so-sturdy Jack Simon. He holds July’s hand as you scoop up Al and make your way into your abode in a daze. 

The remaining scarf is gone. 

As is your Nintendo Switch. 

And your journal. 

And probably something else, but you don’t care to check. How had no one heard the noise? The walls were thin enough that the floorboards creaking could be heard next door. 

April is already there as well. She looks at you sympathetically, pulling you into a one-sided hug.

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll find out who did this.” She says, and you snort. 

“It was Mrs. Ellis’s “enemy organization” wasn’t it?” You mumble, and April looks at Jack sharply. 

“Just how much did you tell her?” She inquired, and Jack shrugs, 

“She’s very persuasive.” That is all he says. 

July approaches you as Jack steps out to make a call, and you sink onto your gutted couch with Al still in your arms. Tears start to burn your eyelids, and you bury your face in Al’s fur as July begins to pet his head. 

“What do I do now? I can’t stay here, can I?” You mumble to April, who has taken a seat across from you, dragging one of the chairs over to sit down and cross one leg over the other. 

“Most likely not. That’s what Jack is calling about. We can house you at an MI6 safehouse in the area.” She said, and you nodded with a sniffle. 

At least you have that going for you. Jack comes back into your apartment and surveys the room. 

“The car is still waiting outside. Pack a bag.” He says, and it spurs you into action. 

You hand off Al to July, whose expression doesn’t change but seems happy to hold the overweight cat nonetheless. Then, you head to your destroyed bedroom and track down a duffel bag you had purchased when you swore you were going to start going to the gym. 

Ha, that didn’t last long. 

Clothes are stuffed in the bag, and you also pack some of Al’s toys and treats and pull out an unopened bag of food. It should last you a month or so. After all, you aren’t sure how long you’d be staying at this supposed safehouse. 

Al is corralled into his carrier and then, you are all loaded into the car and off to the next destination. 

Weeks pass. 

The safehouse is secure, and Al acclimates easily enough. He happily thunders through the halls after jingle balls that July tosses for him. However, you don’t acclimate as quickly. 

You’re left with nightmares of people breaking in to murder you, and the tiny little safehouse does nothing to quell your fears. It’s all cement walls and cold floors. Your room is barely big enough for a twin-size bed and a dresser. There’s a crack in the window that lets in the frigid air at night, and the dining table is barely big enough for the four of you.

Not that the four of you eat together or something. Both Contractors and July are rarely home. Well… that isn’t entirely true. Usually, April is home with you while Jack Simon is out doing who knows what with the Doll. 

April wouldn’t tell you what they were doing. She just said it was ‘reconnaissance’.

But things change three weeks into your little hiding stint. 

You look up from the book April had lent you as Jack and July come in through the front door. July looks as bored as ever but makes a beeline for Al, who perks up at the sight of his friend. Jack, however, seems stressed. He holds an envelope in his hand, running his other hand through his hair and mussing it up. 

It looks… really good like that.

“Any news?” April asks, and Jack simply tosses the envelope and collapses onto the sofa next to you, kicking his feet up in what seems like relief. His head leaned back, and you quickly looked back at your book before he could catch you staring.

“Read the envelope.” He grunted, exhaustion thick in his voice. April shrugs and opens the envelope. 

You set your book down in interest as her eyebrows shoot up, and she looks vaguely alarmed. Well, as alarmed as a Contractor can look, you suppose. 

“Is this real?” She asks, and Jack lolls his head to the side to look at his companion. 

“Took it right out of Ellis’s mailbox. So, unless they planted it—which there might be a chance of that—it’s real.” He said, and you held out a hesitant hand. 

“Can I see?” You ask, and April hands you the envelope and contents. 

You stare blankly at the glossy piece of parchment. It’s an… invitation? The paper is shiny and black, with neat writing in gold lettering. There’s a time, a place, and Mrs. Ellis’s name—which her first name is apparently Ava—all embossed on the front. 

It looked ridiculously expensive. 

“And this is important… Why?” You ask, confused and more than a little worried. Jack finally sits up and plants his feet on the floor,

“It’s a gala. And Ellis is likely to be there. But there’s an issue. And that’s because this organization—and Ellis by proxy—already knows April’s face, which is why she’s been here with you.” He said, rubbing a hand down his face. It was as if a lightbulb went off in your mind,

“So you don’t have a partner to get inside, do you?” You say, and Jack nods an affirmative. April pipes up then,

“She could go with you.” She says and gestures to you. You blink dumbly before it registers just what she has said. 

Go with Jack Simon to a gala?

“Absolutely not!” You and Jack say in unison, and it would’ve been funny had you not panicked at the idea. Though you are panicked likely for a different reason than Jack. April throws her hands up,

“She’s perfect! No one at this organization knows her face!” She tries, and you are already shaking your head. 

“Mrs. Ellis knows my face! Won’t she be there?” You say, and April visibly pauses before her shoulders slump.

Jack, however, seems to be considering the idea despite the outburst. You jab a finger at him in your panic,

“Absolutely not!”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” You grumble, fussing with the strands of hair hanging by your ears. The rest of your hair has been swept up into an elegant chignon at the back of your head. Jack reaches over and moves your hands away from your face.

“Stop touching it. You look stunning.” He says, and you have to turn your head to hide your embarrassment. 

He looks handsome, almost excessively so. Dressed in a pitch-black suit with a plum tie and matching pocket square, he might as well have been a statue at a museum for people to ogle at. You were dressed in a matching plum dress with a low back and cascaded to the floor of the car. The windows were tinted black as always, and you were pretty sure it was the same driver chauffeuring you everywhere. 

The two of you looked for all the world like a couple. 

“Have you arrived yet?” April’s voice crackles to life in your left ear, and it takes all your power not to flinch. She’s just outside the gala event with July, keeping an eye with the Doll’s spectre and the earpiece hidden masterfully in your ear. Jack wasn’t able to have one on account of his shorter hair, so it was up to you to relay any information he or she told you. 

“Not yet. Almost.” You said it, and it was then that the vehicle rolled to a stop. You looked out the window to see couples walking into a large building where the gala was supposedly held. 

You suddenly felt very underdressed despite your extravagant gown. 

Jack got out of the car first and extended a hand to you, which you took. His hands were smooth and cold as they always seemed to be. But he was strong and steady as a rock as you stood and settled your hand on his arm. He leaned down until his lips brushed your ear, 

“Smile, darling, we’re on camera.” He whispered, and you shivered. 

Did he know the effect he had on you? 

He had to. You were rubbish at hiding it. Hell, even April had picked up on it and teased you about your little (ginormous) crush when doing your hair. 

The two of you make it to the doorman, who accepts your (fake) invitation without any issues, and you are allowed inside. 

It’s very quickly that you have to refrain from gasping at the sheer size and magnificence of the interior. There’s a massive crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling, surrounded by murals of angels and demons and everything in between. Couples are already mingling and dancing on the dance floor, and a small string orchestra is set up in the corner, playing soft music. There are tables with white tablecloths set up around the dance floor where more couples and potential donors are chatting.

Jack leads you to the dancefloor,

“Shall we dance?” He asks, and you can’t bring yourself to say no. 

But it isn’t long until you realize you are very out of your comfort zone. You step on Jack’s feet at least twice before he speaks to you again,

“Keep your eyes on me. Let me lead. There’s a good girl.” He murmurs, and you nod, keeping your eyes up and focused on his face. He offers you a charming grin that has your heart thundering in your chest. 

“The target has been spotted. She’s on the second floor.” Comes July’s voice in your ear, 

That was quick. 

You start gently steering Jack toward the spiral staircase leading up to the second floor. 

“July found Mrs. Ellis. She’s on the second floor.” You whisper to your dance partner, and he nods without a word, effortlessly taking the reigns of the dance until you leave the floor and make a subtle beeline for the staircase. But of course, you have to make it look natural, so you stop and socialize when the situation calls for it. 

“She’s headed toward the server room,” July says again. So, you relay that information to Jack, who takes the initiative and seems to know where he’s going. Or, at the very least, he’s walking with the confidence to make people believe he knows where he’s going. 

The server room is the third door on the right after rounding a corner in the maze of hallways. Your heels are thankfully muffled by the carpet, but you also have to keep a hand on Jack’s arm to keep from toppling over. 

“Why did April talk me into these death traps.” You mutter under your breath and hear Jack let out a breathy laugh,

“If it’s any consolation, you look lovely.” He replies, and you roll your eyes to hide how your heart has leaped into your throat.

“So you’ve said.”

Mrs. Ellis is hunched over a computer, typing at blinding speeds for a seventy-something-year-old woman. She’s dressed in a turtleneck gown with long sleeves and a thumb drive stuck into one of the servers, which looks very expensive. 

“I thought you’d have more tact than immediately heading to the server room,” Jack quipped from the entrance, and both you and Mrs. Ellis jumped. 

Why was he talking now?! Shouldn’t you have snuck up on her?!

“I danced with a few strapping young gentlemen!” She defended herself without turning and pressed a button. All the lights go out, and you can hear screams of surprise from downstairs. Mrs. Ellis turns and begins to glow blue.

So she was a Contractor…

What was her power? Her arm shoots to an impossibly long length and wraps around your throat, dragging you across the floor until she has you in a chokehold against her torso. Her other arm snatches the thumb drive and stuffs it down the front of her dress for safekeeping. 

“Elasticity. Now, that’s a Contract you don’t see every day.” Jack says, but you’ve spent enough time with him to hear the tightness in his voice. 

He’s worried about you.

He takes a step closer, and Mrs. Ellis’s arm tightens around your throat until you gasp for air. 

“Any closer, and I snap her neck.” Mrs. Ellis snarls, and Jack stops. You can see the lines around his eyes, illuminated by the lights of the blinking servers.

Then… He starts to glow… That pale blue glow with red glowing eyes that you now associated with all Contractors.

Right… You forgot he was a Contractor, too.

It seemed that Mrs. Ellis was not privy to this information because she backed up a bit, and you could hear the panic in her voice when she spoke next. He begins to walk forward and she is too panicked to follow through on her threat.

“Wait—Who are you?! Not the CIA?!” Jack grinned, and you cringed.

It looked so… sinister…

“Darling, I’m November 11 from MI6.” He said proudly, and by then, he was in front of you, grabbing ahold of her coiled arm around your neck. You watch as the skin darkens and frost creeps over the palm and fingers. 

It’s getting cold.

Freezing even.

Soon, you hear a wheezing, rattling gasp behind you, and Mrs. Ellis literally shatters into frozen pieces.

Well, that didn’t take long.

You all but collapse with a choked inhale into Jack Simon’s—or is it November 11?—arms. 

“Are you alright, love?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“I could’ve died. What do you think?” You snap, instantly feeling bad but also not caring.

He put you in danger.

You.

A civilian.

A regular human.

Someone who had a pet waiting for them at home.

Jack sighed, pulled you upright by wrapping a cold arm around your shoulders, and together, you started walking toward the server room exit. However, instead of bringing you back to the car, he took you to one of the balconies that dot the exterior of the second floor. You lean on the stone railing and rub at your still-tender throat. A cold breeze sweeps through the gardens, and you begin to tremble and cry.

You could have died.

What would’ve happened to Al had you actually died? Would he be given to the shelter? He wouldn’t be adopted. No one would want an overweight bobtail cat who was getting older and was as cantankerous as they came.

A suit jacket was draped over your shoulders, and you look over to see Jack, a lit cigarette between his lips and a sad sort of look on his face.

“I’m sorry.” He says around the cigarette, and you shrug,

“I agreed to this.” You reply, and he shakes his head,

“We more or less coerced you into it. And for that I’m sorry.” He says, and you give a watery laugh,

“Well then, I accept your apology. Thank you.”

The mission is wrapped up without any further issues. Jack, April, and July are summoned back to MI6 headquarters.  You were gifted a brand new apartment with a few months off rent as a thanks for your contributions and an apology for the danger you were put in. 

Part of you wonders if it’s Jack’s doing. You had a feeling that MI6 wasn’t usually this generous.

Either way, you weren’t complaining.

The trio is kind enough to help you move what’s left of your old apartment out of storage and into the new place. July isn’t much help, but he keeps Al occupied, and that’s all you could ask for.

“Will you be alright?” April asks as you heft the last box onto your newly assembled dining table. You turn and smile at her,

“I’ll be fine. Tell your boss thank you for all of this.” You say, and she cackles,

“You have Jack to thank for all of this. It was his idea.” She replies, and you blink.

So you were right! 

Jack peeks his head out of the new guest bedroom where he had been building a bed frame.

“Are you telling her all of my secrets?” He teases, and April sticks her tongue out,

“Only because we love you!” She chirps, and you choke on the water in your mouth.

Love huh?

You actually liked the sound of that.

April decides to track down Al and July, leaving you alone with Jack. You meander your way into the guest bedroom, where Jack is lifting the mattress onto the box spring on the bed frame.

“And done!” He says, wiping the sweat off his brow and turning to see you. You grin at him and reach forward boldly to squeeze his hand.

“Thank you. For everything, I mean. Keeping me safe. All of it.” You say, and he dips his head in what you like to imagine is embarrassment.

“Don’t mention it.” He replies and squeezes your hand back.

The room is silent after that, but you don’t let go, and neither does he.

At least… Until…

“I should really get going. We received another mission this morning, and our flight will leave soon.” He says and your smile drops into a sad sort of quirk of your lips.

“Keep in touch, yeah? Come visit when you’re in the area.” You try, and he huffed a laugh.

“Of course.” He says and lets go of your hand.

You hold Al as Jack Simon, July, and April get into the darkened car on the street. Jack paused before he got in, turned to look up where you were standing, and waved. You waved back as best you could with Al in your arms and smiled until they were out of sight. Then, with a sigh, you head back inside to get Al some dinner.

You only wished you knew you’d never see them again.

[cheese-induced-madness]

HI I'M THE PERSON THAT REQUESTED MOTHER!READER AND HOLY FUCK EVERYTHING ABOUT IT HAS ME SCREAMING THANK YOU SO MUCH <33

I don't even know where to begin, but I just wanted to let you know that I adored it so much and that you are an amazingly skilled writer! The entire exchange between Becky and her mother felt so natural that I could actually see something like that happening in the show, had they done more with Lexicon and just Becky's family/backstory in general. Also I loved each and every one of the bonus headcanons!! They're all great, but I especially found the one where Tobey wants to impress her so that there's one less thing standing between him and his crush to be especially adorable and in character. Though, I think the one about all the villains dreading Becky's mom's visits is probably my favorite bc…yeah, they absolutely would lmfao.

Also!! I want to apologize for the awkward wording in the first paragraph of my ask! I totally goofed up when I sent it bc I made the assumption that you were planning on sticking to Dr Two Brains x Reader stuff and that any headcanons would be related to that, so that's what I meant when I referred to myself as a simp. I desperately hope I didn't give the impression that I was calling myself a simp for Wordgirl or anything like that and I am so, so sorry if I did 💀 Though, I'm so glad I made that error in assumption bc I literally got the best fic and headcanons I could have ever asked for out of it, so thank you! 💚

If it's okay to do it here, would it be alright if I request a Dr. Two Brains x Wordgirl's Bio Mom!Reader? Ngl, with your skills, I'm very curious to see what you could do for something like that 👀 (No pressure or anything, of course <3)

Thank you again!

AAAAAAAA THANK YOU FOR ALL THE COMPLIMENTS, I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT BC I REALLY PUT A LOT INTO THAT ONE <3

And I can absolutely do dtb x reader for this scenario! now i'm glad i left his role in all this so open ended in part 1. I'll just go with headcanons for now but if there's any ideas you particularly like in here, feel free to request a full fic!

for those that haven't read it, here's part 1.

-Doctor Two Brains is not typically a patient man, but when his status as the top villain is on the line, he considers it of utmost importance to play his cards very carefully. It's easy enough to lie in wait and shoplift cheese subtly until the time is right to strike. With a new hero in town, he considers it best to watch a few lesser villains attempt to battle you and learn from their mistakes when you are inevitably victorious.

-Once he feels he has the perfect plan, then he makes his move and carries out a proper heist. Theatrical, flashy, one that sends a message. One that will properly signal that he is the fiercest and craftiest villain you'll face in this city.

-But of course, just like all his plans, this one falls through when you turn out to be stronger and smarter than he bargained for. And it really doesn't help that you're a lot prettier up close, I mean, really, it's just distracting.

-Of course, this doesn't dissuade him from trying again, and again, and again, and of course you and Wordgirl take him down every time. And each time he fails, he can't help but admire your strength a little more than before.

-It's strange to him. He's been attracted to power before, sure, but he's usually only interested in other villains. Normally he finds heroes with their self righteousness and annoying, pesky little moral code to be nothing more than a bother, but something about the way you so fiercely fight for the side of good has him blushing. He can't help but scold himself for it, it's SUCH a cliché, he's supposed to be better than that.

-The mouse brain doesn't like this one bit. It was bad enough his human host still thinks of Wordgirl almost like a daughter, but now he's catching feelings for her actual parent? Ugh. Squeaky thinks this is all a waste of time and totally counterproductive to GETTING MORE CHEESE, DAMMIT! Unfortunately for Squeaky, Steven has somewhat of a spiteful streak and will stick it to the mouse whenever he can, so his little crush on you holds pretty strong.

-Eventually he sorts his own feelings out and gets daring enough to test the waters. He starts flirting with you in the middle of a fight, much to poor Wordgirl's absolute horror. She's even more horrified when you seem to reciprocate. Gross, her mom-slash-partner in crime and her arch rival who's kind of her quasi second dad are being all lovey dovey. Huggy's kind of just off the the side watching this unfold like a bad romcom and he's absolutely invested.

-Dtb is not entirely sure he thought this through when you haul him off to jail and leave him with a kiss on the cheek. Talk about confusing. It's great that you seem to feel the same and it's kinda hilarious watching Wordgirl lose it, but... What does one even do beyond just idle flirting in this situation? It's not real easy to advance things into a proper relationship outside work when his day job is fighting you.

-He wants to catch you alone for a moment and work something out, properly separate work from his love life. He has his henchmen hold up a cheese shop on one side of town and starts turning buildings to cheese as far away as he can so you and Wordgirl have to split up. Lucky for him, You decide to take him on yourself, and he has his chance to ask you to dinner before you take him to jail again.

-You fall into a sort of rhythm. Outside of committing crimes that you have to stop, he's pretty pleasant company; very affectionate, very sweet, he always seems happy to have you around. He tries pretty hard to be romantic when you're off work to make it clear there's no hard feelings no matter what happens during the hero-villain back and forth.

-The henchmen are always pretty excited when you're over because that usually means the boss will be in a good mood and be a lot nicer to them.

-Every once in awhile he'll invite you and Wordgirl over to his lair for a movie night with the henchman so maybe this whole thing will be a little less awkward for her. She's always pretty tense at first, suspecting this will be a trap, but after a couple nights that go incident free, she starts to trust that he won't pull anything. It's oddly domestic, and it reminds her of when he was just Dr. Boxleitner and they were still friends. You can't help but be happy that she gets to have a sense of normalcy every now and then as Wordgirl and not just as Becky.

[cheese-induced-madness]

okay can i request dtb x reader, where reader is kind of new to the city but even that they are kinda smarter than the other characters and i mean knowing that becky is wordgirl by just looking at her (it'd be funny if reader was a new teacher). BUT HERE'S THE TWIST THEY LIKE CRAZY SCIENTISTS (AKA THE'RE SAPIOSEXUAL), MAYBE EVEN BECKY NOTICES THIS AND ASKS READER BUT FULLS ON DENIES THIS FACT

common sense is absolutely a superpower in its own right in this show lmfao. ngl, i kinda took this into light angst territory but only in the sense that reader is wildly concerned for becky's safety because oh my god that's a wholeass child fighting criminals on the reg.

-Moving to Fair City was, all things considered, not the worst decision you could've made. Sure, they had a pretty unusual crime problem, but all the resident lunatics seemed more interested in the theatrics of their crime sprees than actually hurting anyone, so while things were often chaotic and inconveniencing, you were more or less safer than in the average city, and rent was WAY cheaper. And, if you were being honest with yourself, some of the local supervillains were pretty easy on the eyes. No wonder the locals had regular popularity contests for them, they definitely had charm.

-You were always a little uncomfortable that the resident superhero seemed so young. You were a fifth grade teacher and she didn't really look or act much older than any of the kids you've taught, so knowing what could reasonably be assumed as an 11 year old girl was out fighting criminals, even more or less harmless ones, coupled with the fact that the city officials were encouraging it, really set off some alarm bells.

-It set off even more alarm bells when a kid that looked identical to said resident superhero down to the last feature sat down in your new 5th grade classroom with the rest of the students.

-You didn't really know what to think of Becky Botsford. In class she was a perfect angel, always happy to participate and eagerly raising her hand to every question, always respectful to every one of her classmates, if a bit sardonic at times. She seemed like such a normal kid. Too normal. Of course she'd be the one with such a massive secret. Though given her intelligence, you did have to wonder why she never stopped to consider covering her face at least partially when out and about as Wordgirl.

-You didn't know how to breech the topic with her. I mean, it's never easy asking a kid if everything is alright when you suspect something may be wrong outside of school, but this was a whole different level. Why would she take it upon herself to protect a whole city when she was just a kid? Pent up aggression? For attention? Because she feels as though she has to simply because she has the ability? And did anybody else know about this?

-You caught her at the end of class to talk for a moment, which you could tell made her panic a little. It didn't surprise you, she was the type to never get in real trouble so it must've really gotten to her thinking she'd done something wrong. Poor kid. You quickly assured her that no, she wasn't in trouble and that seemed to calm her nerves a bit. And then they kicked in full force when you asked if she was Wordgirl. What were you gonna do, beat around the bush when it's painfully obvious? Your student's safety was on the line here.

-She nervously tried to deny it. She was not a very good liar. Eventually she saw you were unwavering in your conviction that you knew who she really was, and simply admitted defeat, begging you not to tell anyone. You really weren't sure how nobody else had figured it out yet, but then again the general populace of Fair City seemed... a bit ditzy, to put it nicely.

-You promised not to tell on the condition that she at least tries to be a little bit safer about all this, and to keep you posted so you can at least TRY to be there for this kid if you can't dissuade her from doing stupid dangerous things like playing crimefighter. Sure, the criminals she's been fighting so far are more in it for the sport than to do any real damage, but what happens when someone genuinely dangerous decides they've had enough? It worried you.

-You fell into a sort of mentor role, occasionally tagging along to see just what she's dealing with, offer moral support, and point out obvious holes in her opponents' strategies that she may not notice herself while getting so deep into the hero/villain routine. It worried you, but none of them really seemed to improve on their plans much. Except for one.

-Dr. Two Brains seemed to genuinely value your input and was smart enough to act on it. It started when you simply pointed out how he was leaving the ray central to his plans guarded by only himself, and he was much easier to take down than his henchmen, given his physical weakness. As his whole plan fell apart before him from such a massive oversight and he was captured, you could see the gears in his mind turning, his eyes shifting to you every so often and quickly flicking away to stare off into space. The next plan was not so easy to foil.

-The next time he used three rays, leaving one unguarded. When you pointed this out, Wordgirl attempted the same maneuver, and to your immediate horror, the second she reached the ray, a cage sprung up around her. Though she managed to pry it open, it still granted Twobrains enough time to escape.

-It went on like this for some time. The doc came up with new schemes, you would find a weak point in his plan, and he would immediately adapt to patch the hole in his own logic. Like a game of chess across the great game board that was Fair City. It vexed you, but at the same time, it was difficult not to respect him for his cunning and wit. You just couldn't seem to turn your thoughts away from him. You told yourself it was just the frustration, you were just hung up because of how many times he slunk away from you, but something about that thought wasn't quite right, and deep down you knew it.

-It all came crashing down on you when he managed to distract Wordgirl with his henchmen for long enough to catch you alone, holstering his ray gun and putting his hands up in an unsteady truce before creeping towards you, whiskers twitching and a mischievous smirk on his lips. He slowly circled you, eyes half shut and devious, watching you, silently daring you to make a move. It caught you off guard when he started commending your intelligence, waxing poetic about how easily you've defeated him time after time.

-You failed to notice how close he was before he snaked an arm around your waist, gently holding you by your lower back, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek. Your face was flushing bright red. You shouldn't want this, he was your enemy, but you couldn't find it in you to push him off. His hands were so gentle, so warm.

-Your mind was racing with a thousand thoughts at once, and when he offered a chance to join him, to rule the city in chaos as the undefeatable top villains. Your mind practically short circuited and your heart skipped a beat. You couldn't deny your crush on him any longer. For a fleeting moment, you stopped to think that maybe you should take him up on that offer.

-But it was all wrong. You wanted to be with him, but not like that. Not helping him fight the hero you swore to protect.

-It pained you to pull away from him. This may have been your only chance to have gotten to know him better, to know him outside the evil schemes and the cheese addiction and the constant fighting, and you dreaded the thought of throwing out your one shot to really get a good look into his mind(s?), but you couldn't compromise your own morals and put others at risk just to chase a crush. Perhaps there was a way to seek his companionship without getting involved in a life of crime.

-You took a deep breath, took his hands in yours, looked him straight in the eyes and... immediately saw his confident flirty bravado fall to pieces as the fear of your rejection seeped through the cracks. Was he just as nervous about this as you were? God he was cute.

-You steeled your nerves again and did your best to politely turn down his offer to rule the city with him, explaining you'd rather stay firmly within the law. His face falls and his shoulders droop, his disappointment clear. You give his hands a reassuring squeeze.

-"But I wouldn't be entirely opposed to meeting up for coffee and cheesecake sometime?" you add. He perks back up, eyes wide with the promise of not only a date, but a date with cheese involved.

"I can pick you up tomorrow at 10am. How's that sound?" he asks. You give him a nod. "Great!" he exclaims, slipping his hands out of your hold and squeezing you in a tight hug. "I'll see you after the fight~," he whispers in your ear, and when your brain stops reeling, he's already escaped.

-When Wordgirl locates you, you still feel woozy, and your face still feels hot. Did that really just happen? Did you actually invite the evil genius you've been dedicated most of your free time to stopping out on a date? Thoughts race through your mind as you try to contemplate the morality of dating the man that just ten minutes ago you considered to be a mortal enemy and the greatest threat to the safety of the city.

-You snap out of it when Wordgirl calls your name. "Where's Twobrains? Wasn't he just with you?" For a split second you panic at what your student would think of you for that little encounter and your eyes dart around, desperate to look anywhere but in her eyes where she could see the guilt.

-"He got away. He's a lot faster than me, being part rodent and all that, so there wasn't a lot I could do," you lied. Becky narrows her eyes at you, suspecting you weren't quite telling her everything, but she didn't press the matter. She left well enough alone, knowing you could sort it out together later on, but the side eye she gave you every time Twobrains' name was mentioned for the rest of the day did not go unnoticed.

-The next day, the date with Twobrains goes fantastically. He shows up right on time in a pale grey button down and black slacks, his wild hair tied back neatly and a deep red bowtie on his neck, in contrast to his usual purple. He still had the dorky rubber opera gloves on, but you wouldn't have it any other way. He holds the van door open for you, holds your hand on the way to the cafe he picked out, and doesn't even rob the place for the cheesecake. All in all, a perfect gentleman.

-He's sweet and honest through the date, answering every one of your questions truthfully, and lord knows you have a lot of them given there's so much mystery surrounding who he really was beneath the theatrics, beneath the persona he put on for the spectator sport that was being a supervillain. It's a little awkward, trying to figure out exactly how to navigate your interest in him when you fight for opposing teams, but he's always quick to dispel the tension with a joke or a compliment about how well you always keep up with him.

-You learn that he has a passion for the arts alongside science, namely music and theater. You learn that he's skilled at chess but has lost every game of uno he's ever played. You learn that he always loves a good star crossed romance story. You wonder if that last part was maybe a hint.

-He's just so sweet and genuine compared to his typical over-the-top, dramatic and mischievous personality. When he drives you home you can't help but wish you didn't have to leave him. He walks you to your door, and you can't stop yourself from planting a soft kiss on his lips before retreating inside in a rush, amazed that you actually managed to work up the guts to do that. Your face flushed and you felt dizzy, giddy with excitement for the next date.

[cheese-induced-madness]

For some reason I've become obsessed with psychonauts and word girl so how about some hc for dtb x fem reader who has psychic powers? She is technically a hero, but the thing is that she fights her battles quite differently than what he is used too. While most heroes fight psychically, she fights in the mental world and often saves people from themselves. just a thought

Can't say I know anything about psychonauts but I think I get the general premise you're going for. The concept of doing the whole hero thing in the mindscape is an interesting one given how the wordgirl villains seem to primarily wreak havoc on the physical side of things, even the ones with a focus on mental ability and intelligence.

To probably nobody's surprise at this point, I got carried away with this one again and ended up writing a ficlet as a point of reference for the headcanons. Hope that's cool with you, anon.

The fic is like, kind of heavy on the angst and maybe a little scary(?), but the headcanons after soften the blow with a happy ending, I promise.

Venn Diagram of the Minds

You don't exactly know what to expect from tapping into two connected brains at once. Would they think as separate entities in a shared headspace? Blend together as two halves of a whole? Was there any way to tell which thoughts belonged to whom? It was all new territory and you were positive it would be your most difficult opponent yet.

He doesn't notice when you sneak into his lair. He doesn't notice you creeping across the steel rafters above him. He doesn't notice how sleepy he is all of a sudden before he drifts off to sleep on his couch. Excellent. You're gonna need everything to run smoothly if you're going to make any progress with this one, even if this first mission is simply recon.

You try to ignore the pit in your stomach as you tap into his mind. You had a feeling this wasn't going to be pretty, but there was no turning back now. It was time. You closed your eyes, relaxed your body, and set your senses upon the two conjoined minds beneath you.

You swallowed your fear, and you allowed your own consciousness to dive in.

-xXx-

Bright, near blinding yellow is the first thing to enter your blurred vision. It almost hurts to look at. As the world around you becomes clearer and clearer, you start to make out your surroundings beyond just abstract colors, and you notice you're in a hallway, the floors and wallpaper mimicking the holed patterns of cheese.

Behind you, you hear the distant sound of high pitched squeaking and skittering footsteps. You look back, but the hallway seems to stretch on forever, the yellow walls reaching on and fading into darkness. Claw marks streaked across the cheese-print paper and the hardwood floors.

Yeah... You don't have time to unpack all that just yet.

You turn your gaze ahead once more and decide to press onward. The other end of the hallway was much brighter, albeit still dimly lit, but you could see the end of it so you thought it would make for a better first impression. Start with their best self, get to know the good qualities a little, then look at the bad with the context of the good in mind. Otherwise you might end up biased against them and that gets in the way when you're trying to help.

You reached the end of the hallway and came upon a doorway with no door. The hinges were still attached, broken and bent, and more claw marks were carved into the frame.

You try to ignore your own unease and press on, crossing the threshold and entering the room. The cheese-print walls remained consistent, but the furniture was more varied, and you were relieved to give your eyes a break, switching your gaze between the purple armchair, low walnut table and a couch in a tasteful shade of forest green. You had a feeling these walls were a very different shade, once upon a time. You drew closer to the low table, papers and a couple books messily strewn across it. Near the center was a book that drew your attention: "Superheroes and You: A Practical Guide by Prof. Steven Boxleitner." You remembered that name.

You never knew Dr. Two Brains before what happened to him, but the local hero tipped you off about the tragedy that made him turn to the life of a villain to begin with. It's why you were so interested in trying to fix things to begin with. You suppose you could be called bleeding-heart, but it's what you felt what right. Nobody deserves a fate like this.

While you paced through the room, examining anything that could give you hints about the mind you were dealing with, your thoughts were interrupted by a voice calling from another room.

"Squeaky, is that you?" the voice called. "I told you, little buddy, we're gonna get more cheese in the morning," a door opened, and out stepped- Dr. Two Brains? "Just wait a little- oh..." He stopped in his tracks when he saw you, and you were just as frozen. The first thing you noticed was his hair. It was much shorter and neater (though that was a low bar to clear), and instead of stark white, it was a much more plain shade of brown. The whites of his eyes were, well, white, instead of bloodshot pink, and his cheeks were noticeably lacking the whiskers he possessed in the material world. He stared at you, confused.

This was getting awkward.

He broke the silence before you. "Uh... hi... who are you and why are you here? It's supposed to be just me and Squeaky up here." His expression changed to panic. "Oh god, don't tell me he fused another brain to us without bothering to ask."

"No, no, nothing like that," you assured him. Well, that's worrying. "I'm just here to help, that's all."

His fear seemed to subside but his apprehension remained. "Help with what?"

"With, well..." you gestured around the room. "With all of this. You're in a bit of a unique predicament and I think I may be able to help you out of it. Let's be honest, do you really enjoy having a violent rat stuck to your brain?" you asked. His panic returned.

"Don't call him that, he's a mouse, and it's fine, I'm fine like this, I don't need help, I'm perfectly fine with having Squeaky around," he hurriedly denied.

You weren't buying it. "So the guy who literally wrote the book on heroism is totally fine with having his body taken over and used for crimes? You're totally cool with being constantly pressured into stealing cheese?" you pressed. "Do you even LIKE cheese enough to steal this much of it?"

You heard a hushed squeak from outside the room. And then another. And then three more. Squeaking and skittering and scratching on the walls from the other side, getting louder and louder. Steven looked terrified.

"Oh god, you made him angry," he choked out.

Before you could ask what was happening, you were almost suffocated by the onslaught of mice pouring into the room from the holes in the mock-cheese walls, screaming at the top of their lungs and circling you both. Steven tried to run, but a wave of rodents toppled him to the ground, swarming him. He screamed, muffled by the sea of fur and whiskers, drowned out by the endless cacophony of ear splitting, endless squeaking.

You looked down and sure enough, they were climbing your legs just the same. You kicked, trying to shake them off, clamoring to escape, to run back through the hallway and get as far away as you could, but you only made it a few steps before the tidal wave of mice knocked you to the ground as well.

A shriek cut through the barrage of noise at mind bending volume. It almost sounded like a pitched up roar. You craned your neck up to look down the hallway just in time to see a massive white mouse, bigger than a bear, charging directly at you, its sharped teeth the last thing you see before it all goes black.

-xXx-

Your eyes snap open and you gasp for air, your trance broken and tears threatening to fall. You try to calm yourself down, forcing yourself to take deep breaths, quieting yourself before you're heard.

Looking down, you don't think Dr. Two Brains is in a state to notice much.

He was curled in on himself on the couch, one arm tucking his legs close to him and the other holding the side of his head as a green energy swirled and crackled around his second brain like a thunderstorm. He was sobbing, shaking, pleading for it to stop.

"I'm sorry, Squeaky, I'm sorry! I don't know what I was thinking, I'm sorry!!"

He let out an agonized cry, and you felt a pang of guilt. You knew the mouse brain was violent, but you didn't realize just how low he could stoop or how easily offended he was, otherwise you would've gone in with a great deal more care not to anger him.

You wanted to comfort him, to ease his pain somehow, but you knew it wasn't your place, the mouse hated you already and your presence right now would only make it worse.

He let out a cry of agony. It was getting painful to watch.

A door opened, and his henchmen rushed out to the couch to see what was wrong. They took one look at their boss, then exchanged a glance and a nod. The shorter of the two rushed out of the room while taller one rushed to his boss's side, immediately pulling him into a hug, which the doc reciprocated, clinging to the larger man like his life depended on it while he rubbed a steady hand over his back in slow circles. The shorter one came back with a block of cheese, taking his place on the other side of Dr. Two Brains, gently tapping him on the shoulder and holding it out to him. He quickly snatched it up and started tearing through it, scarfing it down in record time. This seemed to calm the aura clouding his second brain, and by extension calm him, so you presumed Squeaky had been more or less appeased.

You didn't entirely feel right just leaving after somewhat causing this mess without an apology, but it would have to wait. What mattered was that for now, he would be alright, and you would have your chance to fix things later.

You spared one last glance back at them, huddled up on the couch. It was good to know he had people that cared about him even as the top villain in the city.

You couldn't help but notice the henchmen had clearly seen you and were all staring straight at you, though the henchmen seemed to be too preoccupied with comforting their boss to really do anything about your presence. You keep your eyes locked for a moment before turning back around, hopping out the window you came in from and making your escape.

Dr. Two Brains stared at the window, expression unreadable.

"Did you know her, boss? Did she do this to you?" the shorter henchman asked.

"No," he replied, voice flat and hoarse from crying. "I suppose she's the new hero in town. Maybe she's taken an interest in me, who knows..." He went silent for a moment. "This is going to be interesting..."

-xXx-

Bonus Headcanons because I feel bad leaving it on a sad note:

-After your first encounter, dtb is VERY guarded around you. Steven isn't really mad at you, but he's biding his time to see what you'll do next. If he actively seeks your help, who knows what Squeaky will do.

-He wants so desperately to be free, or at least to have better boundaries with his mouse brain, but he can't voice that.

-You may have inadvertently caused the jekyll and hyde split in him to resurface a bit. It sorta phased out for awhile after the two brains learned to live with each other and Steven just kind of accepted that they'd be doing crimes as long as he didn't have full control over himself, but now that his loyalty to Squeaky has been called into question again, well... they haven't quite been getting along quite so well.

-Your subsequent trips into his minds are much more well prepared. The mouse flood caught you by surprise the first time, but not again, especially now that you've honed your defenses to keep them blocked out and keep Steven protected. You've also learned that it's best to completely knock Squeaky out before attempting to say anything that might offend him.

-It's not easy for Steven to open up about what it's been like, trapped in his own body like this. He trusts that you want to help him, but it's a lot to unpack and he hasn't even really come to terms with it all himself.

-You teach him methods to keep himself safe and to keep some of his own thoughts private. He may not be psychic by nature but he's got a damn strong understanding of psychology and neurology, so learning to better control his own mind comes fairly naturally to him. It's not a perfect solution, and he'll never be able to fully resist the mouse brain as long as it's attached, but Steven is certainly fairing better than he was before. You just hope he stays that way until you can find a way to separate them. But it does bring you some hope that when you next drop into his mind, the doorway on his side has a door again, this time with a lock.

[cheese-induced-madness]

twobrains x reader headcanons bc i can't be the only one simping for this guy. under the cut bc long post. minors beware, it gets a little suggestive at times (like pg-13 levels, i'm not putting straight up pr0n in the main tag like an animal)

-Dr. Two Brains is a man who is very free and unrestrained with physical affection. If he enjoys your company, expect him to be extremely touchy feely with you in an almost infuriatingly casual manner. He'll pull you in close, hold your hand just for the sake of it, snuggle up next to you if he's sitting down near you, or just keep an arm around your waist. He's also not above letting his hands wander into less innocent places (with respect for all boundaries, of course.)

-That being said, as open as he is with the physical and sensual side of things, emotional intimacy is where he struggles. He has a reputation as the most dangerous villain in the city to uphold, and feelings are complicated when you have two brains that hate each other, so he has to have complete and total trust in someone before he really lets them in. He sees vulnerability as very high risk/high reward.

-The mouse brain cares about nobody and nothing except for cheese. While Steven will love you dearly regardless of the mouse brain's opinions, Squeaky will either see you as a means to an end for more cheese, a tolerable neutral party, or a distraction from his ultimate goals, depending on how into cheese related crimes you are. There may be a bit of infighting between the two brains depending on how mean Squeaky decides to be about the whole situation.

-Dtb would never allow himself to hurt you. He may be grouchy at times, he may raise his voice in annoyance (and immediately regret it), he may break promises if it means he gets cheese out of it, but he would never lay a hand on you in anger. He isn't perfect, and he's certainly evil, but he draws the line at being abusive. That's one low he simply refuses to sink to.

-He makes an active effort to compliment you a lot, especially on specific things so you know he's being genuine. He's pretty fond of calling you cute or sweet, and he makes sure to let you know he thinks pretty highly of your intelligence to balance out how much he brags about his own. If you shoot him compliments back, it'll catch him off guard and he'll absolutely melt. As popular as he is as a villain, he's also still highly feared, so it's rare that he feels genuinely loved.

-As much as he wants to give you hickeys, he is also highly nervous about where the line between love bite and painful bite would lie when he has teeth that can chew through solid steel.

-He likes having you around while he's building rays. It's nice having someone to bounce ideas off of, and even if you don't fully understand how it all works, just giving him the chance to explain his process out loud if he's hitting a wall can help him realize exactly what may be going wrong.

-Sometimes he'll make an unnecessarily long string of really bad puns to annoy you because he thinks you're cute when you're suffering from his terrible almost-comedy.

-If you are not already an active villain, twobrains will offer to show you the ropes of doing crimes and help you plan out your first spree. Of course, if getting involved isn't really your deal, he'll be perfectly content with letting you hang back at his lair while he and the henchmen go on cheese heists, as long as you bring him a block of cheddar now and again when inevitably he ends up in jail again.

-If you ARE already a villain with a decent reputation, expect him to get just the slightest bit competitive about the title of top villain. He won't take it too far, but he definitely gets a little salty if you ever manage to rank higher than him, and then immediately tries to one up you with an extravagant heist, which, most of the time, will fail spectacularly. Also expect him to consider rampaging through the city while constantly slipping flirting in with the standard villain banter to be a date.