Xreader headcanons

[fandomxreader]

I'm not dead

Fucking surprise.

But also, here are some Character.ai chats I made.

I might keep updating this post with new ones if I do make others.

You're welcome to ask for a specific character or a specific scenario with a character I've already perfected!

If you are a Minor. Please. Leave. The spicy. Bots. Alone. I can't stop you, but please. Do not interact with them.

-Current perfected bots-

Johnny Silverhand. (Cyberpunk 2077)

John Wick. (John Wick)

Connor, RK800 (Detroit: Become human) [Perminently imperfect. As good as I can get him.]

Delsin Rowe (Infamous: Second Son)

John Hancock (Fallout 4)

-Current work in progress bots-

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-Silverhand regular bot links-

Waking up with the engram of a terrorist stuck in your meatsuit (Scene straight from the game, first wake-up sequence. Won't be perfectly accurate.)

Getting stared at in the afterlife (Approached at the bar by a rockerboy with an ego.)

Maybe death won't be so bad... (Heavy angst. Contemplating whether you should just Let the engram run its course.)

A painful Relic malfunction. (Heavy angst. Brain is getting eaten alive, have fun making him worry about you.)

Some comfortable guitar lessons (Something cozy as an apology for all the angst I make. go learn some guitar with him.)

Only the rain and a guitar (Requested by: Anon user. Some fluff where the world disappears and it's just you two, the sound of the rain, and the soft plucking of the strings.)

Heated argument... (Not a good time. Angsty. Saying things that go a little far. Who started it? Who's in the wrong here? Who even knows anymore...)

A hand around your throat (Supposed to be fluffy but this is Johnny he'll probably find a way to make it spicy. Quite literally put your life into his hands. Necks are scarily vulnerable, mate.)

Not real enough... (Depressing as fuck. He's just an Engram from that stupid relic in your head. You can touch him, but he's not there. Not in the way you want. Not in the way you're desperate to have.)

Chrome maintenance [Ripperdoc/Mechanic user] (Well well well. Looks like a certain somebody is calling you up for some work on his special arm. Don't disappoint him, eh?)

Don't just stand there, save him! (Uh oh, a gig's going south! You hear him shouting for you, right? Go help him!)

A rockerboy in your crowd [User is a musician, any position] (He can't get that song out of his head. What? No, not because of the music, but because a certain someone seems to have perked his attention.) ___________________________________________________

~Silverhand SPICY bot links~

Trying to mess with you mid-performance (Inspired by an interaction between Swiss and Sodo during a Ghost concert.)

"Fuck, don't move, don't move-" (Inspired by a spicy tiktok audio.)

Demanding your obedience~ (Someone's been worked up all day. Looks like you (or he) just got home... you're in for a treat if you behave.)

Dragging you backstage (A very desperate bit of fun in the greenroom after a long tense gig.)

Dealing with the hormones (ENGRAM Johnny is stuck in your stupid body that's going haywire. He's getting sick of sitting back while you try to ignore that you're desperate.)

Such pretty teeth... (Requested Johnny-variation of the bot initially made for Wick. Oral fixation bot, definitely heavily leaning toward Dom!Johnny, let him see those pretty teeth...)

Choking on his own leash (Johnny likes arguments, but he wasn't expecting your hand to be around his throat... or the sound that came out of him because of it.)

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-Mr Wick regular bot links-

Fixing up the wound (Light Angst. you've been injured. How? When? Where? All up to your steering for the bot.) (Sidenote: acts a little funky sometimes, this one isn't perfect.)

Coming home stressed (Light angst but can be very fluffy and cute. He's had a long day. Come get your man. He might be a little cold toward you, but don't give up, he needs some downtime.) A strange guest at the continental (Huh, that's weird, you don't fit in here... no suit and tie? No dress?) Working on touch aversion (Your fear of being touched is pretty bad, but you've been working on it and he's helping.)

A canvas of Scars and tattoos (While John is tending to his wounds (with or without your help) you get a better look at his tattoos and the many scars. It's in your nature to be curious...)

Showing up uninvited (It's dark, it's rainy, John wants to rest in peace and quiet... that goes away when you show up at his door)

A little care (C'mon. He needs some positive attention. Spend some time with him. Chill him out. Massage, whatever, just be there.)

"I have some questions..." (A requested Trans FTM user scenario where Wick (Who you've been sharing a place with for a while) gets a look at your top surgery scars, not realising you were a trans man.)

A hand around your throat (Requested adaptation of the Johnny bot of the same name- Supposed to be fluffy. Quite literally put your life into his hands. Necks are scarily vulnerable, and he's a professional killer.)

Woken from a nigthmare (You're both not the best at sleeping, but having someone nearby seems to help. Though, even during these little bed-sharing sessions things can go south sometimes, he's woken by the sound of whimpering...)

An impossible target (Why are you so goddamn hard to kill? It's not like you're fighting back, or particularly dangerous, it's just that you're a goddamn cockroach. Three attempts. Three! And he still has yet to kill you...)

The mortal companion [Vampire!Wick AU] (John is slowly remembering you are, in fact, mortal and will inevitably die. He's considering something unsavoury, turning you, but the cost... oh the cost...)

Missing a feeding [Vampire!Wick AU] (John is usually so prepared, so careful... but everyone makes mistakes. He's hungry, far too hungry to be paying attention to what you're saying...)

Deadly companions [Vampire!Wick AU] [Werewolf!User] (You're avoiding him again. Always the same, every month, no sign of where you've gone... well this time he plans on finding out.)

New sparring partner [Werewolf!Wick AU] [Werewolf!User] (Werewolves in NYC are sparse, so hearing there's one in the Continental, already in the sparring room no less? It caught his attention.)

He asked you not to come [Werewolf!Wick AU] (Your typical werewolf story. Worried for his wellbeing, seeing how shitty he looks every month after spending time isolated, you show up to his house to check on him...)

Pack animal [Werewolf!Wick AU] (Being a pack animal is rough, especially when you aren't overly fond of people invading your personal space for too long. But fuck... he needs to talk to somebody, this house is just too damn empty.)

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-Mr Wick SPICY bot links-

"Don't move, don't move-" (Requested spicy tiktok audio scenario adapted from the one made for Johnny)

Naughty girls get the short leash (Female coded, will add a masculine version if requested. Exactly what it sounds like, bro slaps a collar around your neck.)

Waking up to a good morning (Soft-as-fuck fluff spicy scenario. Good vibes. He wakes you up with some roaming hands)

A mouthful of weapons [User is very bitey] (Oral fixation bot, definitely heavily leaning toward Dom!Wick, let him see those pretty teeth...)

A special way to teach you Russian (Torture or reward? up to you, all tangled in delicate knots of rope with a vibrator between your thighs. Try not to get it wrong, or do, pick your poison~) [Disclosure, I don't know Russian, the bot knows more than me, but it may be inaccurate at time cuz it's just a bot.]

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-Connor (RK800) regular bot links-

A hostage to your smile (Based loosely on the 'A coffee a day' fanfic I wrote years ago, you're currently held at gunpoint with the android negotiator trying to retrieve you from harm's way. Slow burn romantic interest)

Tracking down a deviant... [Deviant!User] (All roads lead here. It's ok, don't be scared... he's just here to talk...)

Learning to cuddle (Just because he's slowly deviating doesn't mean he knows everything yet, there's so much left to experience. favourite colours, enjoying music... how to cuddle? Maybe you can help while he's hanging out with you.)

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-Delsin Rowe regular bot links-

Ducking from the DUP [Conduit!User] (Thank god, another artsy type, and a conduit at that? He's hit the jackpot! Ah but... he doesn't really feel like fighting that convoy today. How about you two dip for a bit and hang out elsewhere?)

[fandomxreader]

Hello! I'm not sure if you still take requests or are active but do you do j.ai bots by chance? If so I was wondering if you could put your werewolf!john wick bot on there! - 👁

Yo! Damn i'll be honest i forgot about this account, most of my bots aren't even listed on here, whoof. I've not used J.ai (I'm assuming you mean Janitor AI) very much but I could give it a try. Be sure to let me know which specific bots and intros you want moved over.

[fandomxreader]

hello! are you still taking requests ?

Yes! though I cannot say concretely when answers will come out for requests, I need to be in a special mood to get brainstorming so it might take a little while.

[fandomxreader]

excuse me????

Where the fuck did you people come from???????

He shot up into my highest rated bot (Excluding the shitty jurassic world one) in the span of like a week!

You two as well???? You guys skyrocketed from nothing, goddamn. I'm so glad to see y'all are enjoying my non-John/Johnny bots, fr fr.

[fandomxreader]

Hey! Are you still taking request?

Yo! Yeah absolutely, for a variety of fandoms included but not limited to. -MCU -SCP -TF2 (this is a lot of acronyms, damn-) -John Wick -Cyberpunk2077 -Steven universe -Infamous: Second son -God of War and plenty plenty more. So don't be afraid to ask out on a whim and if it's something I'm not confident in I'll letcha know.

[thenervousmedic]

Here's a quick Cyberpunk oneshot

Back on my bullshit.

Only 1k words, just a lil snippet.

'What if it's just me?'

(In which you, V, have a small meltdown over something Johnny said like actual days ago.)

Heavy on the angst though, hurt with barely any comfort, hope you like sobbing, I was in a bad place writing this.

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"...What if it's me?" You murmur Idly, spread on the bed like some kind of pathetic starfish. Arms out, legs wide, staring at the ceiling as though it weren't even there. As though the light pollution of the city up and disappeared and you could see the stars in the night sky a billion miles away.

 

His projection flickered in the corner of your vision, that dull static sound it made whenever he decided to show up acting as his own personal theme tune rang in your head. "And how am I supposed to reply to that?" Johnny grunts, traces of irritability in his tone. He sounded tense, the complete opposite of your current state, as if that one sentence had already poked at his nerves. "I can't read your fuckin' mind, V. As much as I like to pretend otherwise."

 

An uncomfortable silence. You felt tired. So very tired. Maybe that's what this was, just exhaustion. Maybe the thought meant nothing. Yet still, it gnawed at the back of your brain like the relic, eating away. "You said… something. I don't remember exactly what. Something like 'not being around to see what'll happen blows, but replacing you scares me a whole lot more.' or… whatever. But what if it doesn't? What if that's just… me."

 

The realisation of what's running through your head hits him like a cold shower, standing from his position leaning against the wall to look down on you with… something. Concern? Confusion? Words of reassurance, as bitter and sarcastic as they were going to be, had come to mind but before they could get out he'd hesitated. Was it just you? Was he afraid of replacing you just because you were afraid of being replaced?

"No," He huffed, a thin layer of anger in his tone. Not directed at you, though it felt like it most of the time. "My thoughts are mine , V, you hear me?" He wanted to be a little more articulate about it, to tell you that regardless of your influence on him he can tell your feelings apart, but communicating his feelings never had been a strong suit. If you're mad and loud people listen, that's just how he'd always worked.

It was a raw, nagging, doubt. The kind he'd get when writing down lyrics only to throw them out realising they don't mean jack shit. The whole merging minds thing is just a fact, the relic can't perfectly 1-to-1 rewrite your brain into his, that's not how it works. Some things will be lost or skewed and hell just being in this situation was drastically changing his behaviour. He couldn't put up walls, he couldn't distance himself from you, his impossibly self-centred ego had to take a backseat sometimes. "So you're implying I didn't even mean it, is that it?"

 

A long inhale filled your lungs until they hurt a little, sighing it back out like smoke. The obvious answer would be yes, but you don't have the energy to unpack all of that when he inevitably blows up about it. "It's not like that. I just… I don't know. Ignore me."

 

"Look, I won't pretend I know what this is like for you. In your head or not, I can't experience this from your perspective-" He starts, seemingly cooled off a little while taking long languid strides toward the bed. Slumping down onto it and leaning back, not making any physical indent in the foam mattress as he peered over his shoulder at you. "It's fucked. You're fucked. I'm fucked. I'm not the 'comforting' type, so I'll cut you a deal." His form flickers, the edges fraying like a bad connection on the holo, pulling an ankle up onto his knee and taking off his sunglasses to hook them into his vest. "You can sulk and mope and be like this for as long as you want, and I won't say a goddamn word. Or. You can sit your ass up and look at me so I can talk to you."

 

You can feel the urge in your head to not respond. As much as wallowing in this train of thought would drown you, you can't help but embrace that depressive spiral against your own wishes. It feels like just breathing is taking effort you don't have and when willing your arms to move they are unresponsive. "...I want to."

 

'Christ, V. It's that bad?'

Johnny's demeanour changes, if only a little. The strain in your voice told him enough. You weren't okay, and not just from this one wayward thought, this has been a long time coming. "...Alright. No sitting. Just look at me." He watches as your eyes eventually drift to him only to lower to somewhere around his shoulder. "You have no idea how much it pisses me off that you think if my words are influenced by being in your head it doesn't mean anything anymore. Part of you or not, this version of me means every goddamn word. It terrifies me that every day that passes I see a little more of myself in you. I don't want you to be me. I want you to be you . At least if I lose a bit of myself to you you'll still… be here… " Your eyes sting and water, e tight with discomfort, something that doesn't go unnoticed.

"Breathe."

 

It's like being stabbed. Ok, maybe not exactly, but it's pretty damn close. You keep finding yourself holding your breath or forcing it to deepen to keep it steady. Johnny might have started to let his guard down over the past few weeks you'd been stuck together but you hadn't. You hadn't had time. You hadn't wanted to. You'd been friendly, you'd spent some time doing 'real talk', but none of that addressed the fact you don't really know what you're doing. Where you're going. The plan was to remove the relic somehow. That's where it started. But now…

It was so much easier to look for a 'cure' for the relic situation when you thought he was a jackass. When he was trying to kill you. When he wasn't your friend. "I-I want a reason to hate you so the idea of getting rid of you stops hurting." You sniffle, your arms finally responding to your commands as you bring both your hands to your face and start to scrub vigorously to clear it. "I can't lose anyone else."

 

Johnny can feel the way your head throbs as crying brings on a pressure headache. His projection subconsciously raises a hand to rub at his temple with the back of his knuckles. "We'll figure something out, V. Promise."

[thenervousmedic]

This is by far the funniest fucking reply my bot has ever given me.

Where is the lie?

[fandomxreader]

I’ve noticed you’re reaaaally into those SCP posts. That’s great! Are there any specific SCP’s you want to see?

[fandomxreader]

Sorry for not posting much lately, lads ladies and leeches. I’ll be making some posts soon enough though, just gotta work up the right vibes.

[fandomxreader]

Open to requests by the by. Feel free to drop in whatever character and specific scenarios you want. I'll take them so long as I know the character well enough to feel cozy writing about them.

[fandomxreader]

Reader x Sniper (TF2)

Establishing a connection headcanons

You don't meet them directly. Sniper just has a different one with him from time to time. It's hard to pick a favourite.

On expressing any intrigue toward any of his teammates Sniper gets a little huffy and short witted.

Sniper doesn't see the point in befriending you, a civilian, but does it anyway... in case you're useful later on or whatever. (he wants to)

Sniper knows your name but just calls you 'Hermit.'

It was irritaring at first but.... it's grown on you.

"Mornin' Hermit." , "Good morning outback steakhouse."

You find yourself saving up supplies and purposefully trying to run into the RED team stockpiles to offer them free food...

A stocky fella, Engineer apparently, likes your freshly made mozzarella. It's not something the team can spend money on since it perishes fairly quickly so they only get it when you give it to them.

Sniper sometimes appears jist outside the forest looking fairly stressed out.

Mercs are stupid know it all know nothing roughhousers who get themselves shot for money-

You want to comfort him anyway.

He wants you to say hello.

Neither of you will start the ball rolling......

[fandomxreader]

Reader x SCP-096

Physical stimuli headcanons.

096 holds your shoulders a lot but you aren't freakishly tall so you can't reach his shoulders to return the gesture.

You have your own 'handshake' with 096 that has become a greeting and goodbye gesture. You hold out your hand and he places his on top of it then pulls away.

Through lots of poking and prodding, that you have actively encouraged him to do, he's learned how much pressure and speed he needs to use to avoid cutting and stabbing you.

Before these experiments he had a habit of poking too fast and putting cuts on your arms or sides. It's not as often anymore. (Thank goodness too because your clothes kept getting holes)

096 expresses verbal discomfort when you try to interact with his unseen face and in turn doesn't show any interest in yours either.

Of all the tested clothing scp-096 seems to prefer it when your clothes are textured and not perfectly clean. It's theorized grungy jeans and overalls might remind him of his original discovery location of the mountainous region.

096 will return to his natural state of huddled crying if you are accompanied by other researchers.

You like to tap lightly on 096's back like a drum when he is sat interacting with/inspecting things as the hollow thump noise it makes is amusing.

096 will coo when given any of your clothes and appears to understand he should refrain from damaging them.

You cannot hold 096's hand since it is huge but you worked around this by holding just above his elbow when he moves and placing your hand on his wrist when he's still.

You have picked up a bad habit of slowly tearing paper to hear the noise while not doing testing after 096 has encouraged you to do it during your stimuli experiments.

If you sit and stay still 096 will sit behind you and rest his cold chin atop your head.

096 does not require sleep but will partake in the activity if you too are sleeping.

[fandomxreader]

Reader X Sniper (TF2) 

Non-merc reader. Hearing of each-others existence.

You’re a hermit. Not an unpleasant one, you just live a little ways out of town in a small house with some animals. It’s quiet and you like it that way.

You have a single large female cow for milk and you occasionally, rarely, go out into the woods to hunt when you can’t go and buy supplies. 

There’s an elderly lady who sells lots of canned foods but doesn’t officially call herself a shop or a business.

Sniper also knows the old canned food lady since the RED base regularly needs restocks of food since Scout and Heavy tend to chew through supplies.

You’ve both heard about eachother from this nice woman. Sniper isn’t too interested in random civilians but the way the old lady keep going on about you has at-least caught his interest a little.

Mercenaries aren’t unusual in town, its one of the reasons you moved to out of town to stay away from the ruckus they cause sometimes. Though the description of ‘Handsome Australian fella’ the town grandma keeps saying is at-least something you’ve not heard before.

It’s mid-winter when you finally meet this sharpshooting stranger, though not in a way either of you had expected. With the cans of food not available as often you’re both out on the hunt for wild game a lot more.

You both shoot for the same target, a wild turkey, and one arrow hits while the other misses.

Neither of you will admit to being the arrow that missed and honestly it’s hard to tell anyway.

You both argue over the kill until eventually you just agree to split the carcass between you...

[fandomxreader]

Reader x SCP-096

Compatibility and object testing headcanons.

Reader is a 'scientist' now. Feels weird.

096 gets audibly agitated when you stand in his cell doing nothing. He preferred it when you were busy.

You're issued a facial recognition blindfold now. It feels good to not have to look at the floor constantly. You can look wherever you want and it obscures 096's entire head.

096 tries to take it off. Regularly. But you're less scared of him than you were a long time ago and aren't afraid to bat his claws away.

096 overall spends no time crying when you arrive. He wants to see what you're doing. Very curious in nature.

You bring 096 stimuli like colouring crayons, sticks and twigs, clothes, to see what happens. It's fun to watch his reaction to things.

096 has learnt how to verbally grab your attention. He doesn't seem to know actual words but regularly grunts and whines now.

Your favourite sound is a chattering one, it sounds like he's vibrating his jaw but you can't really see to find out.

He bares teeth and chomps them quietly at you when you do anything he dislikes. He's gone as far as mildly scratching your hand once but obviously regretted it.

096 responds strangely to food gifts. Seems like he doesn't like it when you get close to his food once it's handed over.

096 has grown fond of just holding your shoulders from behind. He doesn't lean on you but will just hold on for up to an hour while you demonstrate how to use things.

096 doesn't like you going away and has tried a few times to guilt you into staying longer by lightly scratching at his face and whining when you express the desire to leave.

It works a lot.

[fandomxreader]

Reader x Scp-096

containment breach headcanons.

You're a survivor so you know damn well to keep your head down and move fast when outbreaks occur.

096 gets frightened during outbreaks and tends to wander around.

They try to keep their face covered but alas soneone always sees them.

When you hear scp-096 screeching and hollering you try to head their way. You know not to look at their face and figure being beside a potential ally is better than being alone.

096 always backs himself into corridors or corners if he can and sit and wait.

The loud sirens and radio messages can make 096 jittery and agitated.

Whenever you find 096 your first instinct is to reach out and reassure them that everything's ok.

Once 096 has seen you he will follow you anywhere. They trust you. But that won't stop him from walking directly in your way and almost showing you his face.

You struggle against scp's that require line of sight when 096 is following you so you lure him into rooms and shut him in there while dealing with them.

096 is anxious when you are away.

096 has, can, and will fight other Scp's if they get too close to you.

You regularly try to touch 096's pale gangly arms to make sure he knows you're there.

You can't see it but 096's shallow beady eyes like to watch you open doors and take things off of shelves.

096 covers his face less around you. It makes things difficult but you don't tell him that.

Nine tailed fox, when they rarely get deployed, doesn't like you. Considering you frequently have 096 at your tail when they arrive you can understand why.

096 will actively put a long clawed hand on your shoulder to tell you to change directions if he knows something is ahead.

096 has an irritating habit of guiding you to broom closets and offhand box rooms he wants to wait and hide in.

When the time comes for a breach to end you always lead 096 back to his cell after everyone else is rounded up so you can broadcast the journey to keep people from accidently seeing his face.

[thenervousmedic]

Reader x SCP-096 meeting headcanons

Reader is a maintenance worker and janitor.

Not D-class.

Met when you were moved to the sector they were held in for cell cleaning.

You already knew not to view his face and as a reliable worker were authorised to clean while 096 was in the room.

His cries made you melancholy while working but you didn't speak up about it.

After a few dayss of on and off maintenance the noise got quieter.

Scp-096 had started moving around the cell while you worked. Made not looking at him much harder.

Eventually you were called in to clean up a shredded D-class but before going in were informed of 096's agitated state. It did not attack you, since you did not see it's face, but it had obviously seen you enter as all noise stopped the minute you did.

You could see gangly arms with long claws following the entire time you cleaned. It did not leave you alone.

Several weeks into the job and you touched for the first time.

It quickly became habit. Every time you came in you'd hold out your hand and they'd lightly pat it once before going back to a corner and sitting there.

You got a promotion offer and considered denying. You didn't think you were smart enough for a researcher job, it came out of left field. You accepted after hearing you'd be involved with scp-096's testing.

Your connection to Scp-096 hadn't gone unnoticed.

[fandomxreader]

My dumbass posted it to the wrong blog like an idiot.