#medkit phighting x reader

[pearlescentparade]

I FINALY DREW CHARACTER X READER ART CHEER FOR ME

i got a little too invested in rendering the apple and horns dont mind them 💔💔

[reiwini]

who will you choose ? Note: everything i write is just headcanon and my feelings about that character if there is something wrong please tell me ^_^

[l00kingatthem00n]

can i ask for some medkit :3? something like tending to his wounds or listening to him complain after a long day, can be platonic

━━ IT WAS A GOOD DAY.

WARNINGS: self-deprecation [mainly from medkit] - let me know if there is anything else.

Working with the Church of the True Eye is exhaustive, even isolating. After days with little to no contact from him, Medkit finds himself a block away from the little diner you've said to meet him at. He could easily go in and see you, get this over with. But he finds himself hesitating, wondering if he really should go over.

MEDKIT PRIDES HIMSELF ON HIS PUNCTUALITY. Whatever time is asked of him, whatever is needed, he comes and does what is expected of him. Carefully, meticulously, he’s maintained this perception of workplace professionalism. However, with the dark rings beneath his eyes, the disgruntled expression across his features, and the disinterested lilt of his words, it’s evident that he doesn’t enjoy his duties. He used to help people, or he thinks he used to help people, but now he can’t even begin with what he does. Medkit knows he'd be buried for spilling anything about his work. It’s simply just exhausting, enervating. But, he knows if he wants to keep living within Crossroads’ streets even somewhat comfortably— Safely, too —He’ll have to continue with such efforts. 

That’s why the Church of the True Eye is a frequent employer of his at the very least, but that’s putting it lightly. His timeliness, abilities and efficiency are what promise him paycheck after paycheck. Nevertheless, Medkit never wastes his time. Each hour, each minute, and each second is spent doing his work according to his rigid schedule. Again, it’s not out of a fondness for the work he does nowadays but more of a necessity to ensure that he still gets the money that he needs. He’s paid for his time; He might as well do what he does with a slight sliver of hope that they’ll cough up spare change. Ultimately, he rarely ever makes any last-minute rearrangements, nor is he ever late. 

And so, it is beyond his comprehension that he decides to be late now on all occasions. It isn’t that he’s lost in downtown, the winding streets and stores are familiar. He knows that antique store with its ridiculously expensive prices. He knows that the laundromat with their barely functioning machines. He also knows that the boutique the more than pleasant cashiers. It also isn’t even because he’s behind on time from pressing work, all that has been attended to throughout the morning. Truthfully, he’s far from lost, and he’s far from busy. Medkit is across the street from the diner you’ve agreed to meet at, far enough out of sight from the window on the street. It's to ensure that he doesn't risk you seeing him there, standing and stalling. Despite everything, his punctuality, he can’t bring himself to walk over when it's a walk that's a few measly minutes of his time. Maybe, even a measly seconds.

It’s only a stroll along the crosswalk, weaving through masses of strangers. Then, what gives?  Maybe he can blame his bodily paralyzation on the particularly exhaustive day he had at the Church of the True Eye. That's not to say that they already treat him well. Swords, they don't even try to generally treat him well, if anything, his contracts with them only have him recognized as a “valuable asset” rather than a “valuable member.” Medkit is above the crude and unprofessional language, something he leaves with Sword and his friend, Rocket. But, if he were to use any of their crass sayings, the one that would accurately describe his day would be that:

The Church have been up his ass. 

Whatever reason for their miserable ministrations towards him is beyond him. From the Broker’s consistent monitoring of his personal matters, Scythe’s insistence that he update her on gear modifications, to even Father Overseer’s impromptu call necessitating that he remembers his service to them, Medkit doesn’t know why they've been so inconvenient to him. To say the least. He thinks himself a decent employee under their dubious standards. He hasn’t exactly gone out of his way to interfere with their plans. And he certainly hasn’t been a prominent and lingering concern for dissension and betrayal. He does what’s asked of him, and does what needs to be done. 

It could be that his already thin patience has gone thinner, scarcely tolerating their wants and demands. That’s unlikely, though. He thinks he woke up fine. A warm mug of tea by the window side as the sunlight cascades through. Maybe, it could be that he’d done something a while ago offensive to the Church’s practice. Except, if that were the case, they’d have made a demonstration out of him and not press him so passive-aggressively. He’s more than familiar with what happens to those who’ve wronged them. While he thinks he’s important enough that they’d be less severe with their punishments, he would know for sure if he’s done something. 

It also couldn’t be that he’s secretly scared of you. In all his years, within the winter confines of Blackrock, the towering labyrinths of Lost Temple, and the neon inferno of Crossroads, he’s met many inphernals. Some were unkind, some were cruel, some beyond that. From their poisoned tongues to their stained hands, to their unspeakable actions. He remembers someone like that so well, someone he knew so closely that they’re now engraved in the recesses of his mind. 

But, some were kind, some were caring, some were too generous for their own good– Like you are. Once more, he’s not scared of you. It’s quite the opposite. For their society built upon conflict, you’re probably the most charmingly compassionate individual he’s ever met. Truthfully, someone like you should stay leagues away from someone like him. Medkit feels selfish for gravitating towards you. A guilt that settles in his chest for letting him be your friend. 

You’re good for him, too good for him. 

Now that he thinks about it, that’s most likely the reason why he’s stalling; So close yet so far from you. It’s been days, maybe weeks since he’s last seen you. Too preoccupied in the maddening world of work from the Church of the True Eye. He’d been kept beneath their watchful gaze for a long time. You’re kind, you’re patient, yet everybody has certain thresholds. As much as he wanted to call you, learn how you’ve been and what you’ve been up to, he knows the Church would be breathing down his neck for as long as he wasn’t attending to their pressing matters. Even then, when he returned to his apartment in Crossroads, he couldn’t bring himself to pick up the phone and call you. It felt unpleasant. No, it felt wrong to contact you when he hadn’t spoken to you in so long. 

That was when you decided to call him. His phone had rung three times as he contemplated picking it up. The first time it had rung, he had clicked his tongue and aggravatedly wondered who it was. The second time, his eyes widened with realization and he considered letting the noise go on and on until you would call it an end. And the last time, guilt came over him again at the thought of losing you even more with his lack of communication, so he picked up the phone. On your end, it’s quiet. For a moment, he worries that you never even meant to call him until—

“Medkit!” You gasp, “Oh my Swords, sorry, I didn’t think you would pick up. Hey, how are you–?”

You talk to him like no time has passed. That he hadn’t left you in utter silence for days, letting you wonder and worry regarding his well-being. Medkit is not deserving of anything from you who is so tender-hearted, not your sympathies nor your condolences. He’s your friend, supposedly, but he feels he isn’t deserving of such an intimate title too. Now, because here he is, meant to see you in this little diner. But, he’s here; On the sidewalk, standing from afar. A sinking guilt settles within his chest. He should just move, just move his feet and walk over. Medkit is not scared of you, so what is he scared of? 

He hisses through the gaps of his teeth; Nothing, he has nothing to be scared of. There are lingering worries about the worst possibilities that could occur if he were to see you. Would you be disappointed with him? Would you see him and spit venom at him? Would you wish him the worst and finally put an end to this friendship? Medkit doesn’t know. Even if his scattered and stressed thoughts lead him to believe that the absolute worst will happen, finally he feels himself moving forward. 

Weaving between the passing inphernals; Frantic office workers, lazing cashiers, and chatting friends –he makes his way over. From the street window, he can faintly see you at the back of the diner through the smudge and grime across the glass. Your horn colour and its distinct shape make it noticeable among the others. Before he knows it, his hand grasps the steel knob and he opens the door. A faint ringing of a bell to signal his arrival. Some young server briefly welcomes him as they pass him to give orders. The quaint atmosphere of the diner allows him a moment of clarity before he hears your voice ring boldly. He snaps his head to the back, seeing you smiling widely. 

You wave excitedly at him, “Medkit! Hi”

Medkit swallows thickly. The worst hasn’t happened, it seems far from it. But, he’s still worried. Still thinking something bad could happen to him. He slips into the leather chair, scooting closer to the table as he quietly greets you. Still, you smile at him as you place your chin in your palm. 

“It’s good to see you!” You tell him.

“I hope this was an alright place. I know you have more—" You gesture vaguely "—Eloquent tastes.”

“No worries, it’s fine.” He glances around another time. “It’s quite nice.”

You seem excited at his agreement, nodding along. “Right? I love the colours, there’s a bunch of decorations too!”

Your enthusiastic presence is overwhelming. Yet, it's also pleasant. He doesn’t know why, but he soaks in your sunlight. You're smiling t him as you babble on and on. The words are blurred from your frantic tongue. But, at some point, Medkit can’t help but follow along too, and he finds the faintest of smiles gracing his usually rigid features. Every time he meets your gaze, he practically admires that brightness he is so absent of. You babble on about something he doesn’t exactly catch. It’s not particularly a grievance of his, but you tend to speak quickly whenever you are so elated. Regardless, something clear comes through your chatter. 

“Oh, by the way,” you click your tongue, snapping your fingers as you meet his gaze. “If you don’t mind me asking...” 

���What took you so long? Knowing you, I was expecting to be late.”

Medkit pauses. His lips pursing together as he mulls over what to tell you. To tell you about his trouble, that he had been a stroll away, letting the time pass by because he was scared to confront you, only to finally come in a moment of blind courage; That would not be worth the effort. One day, maybe he won’t feel much a drowning in his stomach when he tells you about what strife lingers in his thoughts. For now, he’ll tell you little white lies— It’s not like you’d know anyway, right?

“I was occupied. My apologies.” 

You raise your brow. “Occupied by?”

“Them.”

“Oh.” 

There’s a silence that hangs between the two of you. He wonders if he’s already slipped up, saying so much with so little. Though you dispel any doubts promptly, waving your hand at him. 

“Psh- Don’t worry about those guys, let’s focus on getting a bite! I’m sure you’re hungry, it’s lunch after all.”

Then, you move your hand high up, waving it absurdly to catch the attention of any available staff. Reflexively, he lowers his gaze, letting his visage be obscured by it resting on his palm. The server clicks their pen, patiently waiting for your orders. With a quick skim of the menu, he lets you order for the two of you. While he isn’t particularly a fan of burgers, obscenely gross with oil and grease dripping down his hands. Gods, the thought alone disgusts him. He supposes he’ll let you take a reign meal plans for today, as a treat for his distance behaviour. As the server bids their farewell, promising your orders hastily, you turn to him. 

“So, Medkit, tell me about your day.”

Medkit scratches the nape of his neck, deciding to keep up with his little white lies. “Uneventful, just uneventful."

"I have got bothersome and relentless work from them as usual."

"Geez, really? That's rough."

"Of course, but it's nothing that I can't handle."

You chuckle, "Just don't exhaust yourself like you usually do, Medkit."

Medkit blinks slowly; Once, then twice. He chuckles too, soft and almost uncertain. He dismissively waves his hand at you.

"Oh, please, it's fine. I’d much rather hear what went on with you, truly.”

You seem surprised. He’s unsure why. It could be that he’s a little more straightforward than usual. He hopes he isn’t coming off as curt and snappy, that’s the last thing he wants you to think of him. 

“Oh,” you blink; Once, then twice. “Really?”

“Really.” He drums his fingers against the laminated table, “If I remember right, you said you got a teaching internship recently. Could you tell me about it?”

“Ah! You remember!” You somewhat squeal, sitting upright, “Yeah, I got a student teacher job in downtown Crossroads. Uh, where to start?” 

You contemplate for a moment, then you smile, “Okay, so–”

This time, he tries his best to discern your tongue. Somehow, you’re even brighter than before. Your hands are wildly gesturing all over for emphasis. Your smile is wider than it typically is, letting the wrinkles of your face glow. Your eyes have a distinct twinkle that he feels nobody in this diner would miss. It feels like nothing has passed, that nothing has changed. It was the same as it always was and it always will be. He hopes, at least. 

Maybe, it was a good day. With you, that is.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: dude. I COMPLETELY MISREAD YOUR REQUEST. I TOOK IT AS LETTING MEDKIT LISTEN TO YOUR DAY. TS PMO. 🥀 I STILL nailed down some of the original request, but omg whoever you are, please feel free to request again because i feel SO bad 😭😭😭unless you actually enjoy this but OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY

ultimately, this was such a cute thing to write... i ave to admit that medkit isn't my favourite, but writing him is so fun!!! i decided to leave this relationship as ambiguous if you cant tell...So feel free to interpret it as platonic, romantic or something In between heh

[chronobloxxed]

💉˖✧˚MEDKIT HEADCANNONS ! (request!)

feat. Medkit (established relationship)

dude im sorry i can't stop using the "___, who.." format

⭑Medkit, who finally worked up the courage to confess.

He had written a letter for you weeks ago, but he never had the courage to give it to you— until now, that is.

"Medkit? You wanted to meet me here?"

You walk into the cafe, a small chime rings through the building.

"Yes, over here."

He can hardly keep his composure, thoughts racing through his mind as you sit down at the table.

He hands you a neatly folded piece of paper.

"It's.. for you."

As you read the letter, a blush creeps up on your cheeks.

"I... yes, I'd love to date you, Medkit." You mutter, too flustered to make eye contact.

You catch a glimpse of the small smile creeping up on his face.

⭑Medkit, who loves holding hands, but would never admit it.

You notice that.. Medkit's been tense.

You don't miss the way he quickly glances at your hands, either.

Or the way he starts to reach for them, and pulls back at the last second.

"Darling, you know.. You can tell me you wanted to hold hands."

"..."

His gloved hand reaches for yours, intertwining your fingers with his own.

⭑Medkit, who memorizes every little detail about you.

He knows a lot about you. He knows what drink to order for you, he knows what sweets you like, even what kind of jewelry you prefer. Oh, and you bet this guy NEVER forgets anniversaries.

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"Happy anniversary, my dear." He mutters, as he hands you a small gift box. Along with a handwritten note sitting on top.

"Oh! Thank you-"

You're cut off by Medkit's lips on yours. As he pulls back, he looks to the side, averting your eyes.

But he can't hide the rosy tint spreading across his face.

⭑Medkit, who feels safe in your arms.

Another nightmare.

He shot up from the bed in a cold sweat, immediately checking the other side of the bed for you.

"..Love?" He says, shakily.

"Hm? Yes, Medkit?" You mumble, sititng up and rubbing your eyes.

"Please.. hold me." He pleads.

You open your arms, laying back down as he rests his head on your chest, with your arm around him.

"I'm here for you, my dear." You almost whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

The rhythmic rise and fall of your chest eventually lulls him to sleep. ♡

AHHHH I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY... also first request hope this is good!!

[phighter-kisser]

Can you do medkit headcannons where the reader was once buddies with him when he worked at Blackrock and recognizing each other after years in a phight? Take all the time you need ^^

I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING A WHILE FOR THIS!! I did platonic for this, hope that's alright!

Potential ooc Medkit? I didn't find much of him to go off of so I hope this is good ^^;

'Buddies' wouldn't be the exact term for how Medkit would describe your relationship - though he did tolerate you more than a certain someone.

He, even if he would never admit it, appreciated your company. He found you easy to work with (Or, in better words, working with you didn't give him a headache.)

Seeing you gave him a sense of relief, instead of the occasional annoyance and frustration he would get when working with someone else

You two would sometimes be awake in the late hours of the night, coming up with theories and ideas til you'd pass out at your desk with an empty cup of coffee.

Then came the ever faithful day his and Subspace's arguement escalated, like, a lot.

You weren't there that day, for one reason or another. Or maybe you were, Medkit wasn't really sure. He didn't see you regardless.

Everything just felt rather numb after he left. Odd could be another word to describe how he was feeling.

He didn't like it.

He longed for his days of engendering, looking back at those days with bittersweetness

Anyways, reuniting time!!

In Short: You and Him were on different teams and you ended up punching him in the face after he shot at you.

Nothing out of the ordinary considering how Phights were.

Honestly said punch felt like a bit of a re-awakening to him. Sure it hurt, but holy crap you were here in the flesh.

He was, albeit, dumbfounded to see you again. He didn't expect to see you again, especially in a Phight of all places.

After the match, he came up to you - To say it was awkward would be an understandment. Lots of you asking questions on where he had gone and him doing his best to answer them without giving out too much.

It felt like a small piece of him was back after talking to you.

The both of you ended up going to a bar of sorts to catch up, seeing as a intermission of a Phight didn't give much room to talk.

It was nice.

Yeah.. Maybe he would actually the two of you 'Buddies'.

[vinestaffery]

I'm praying that uh.. I don't know if this is gonna be answered or not but anyways!! (I couldn't hit the button to mNe this ankn for a bit)

Medkit X GN!reader Head canons before the accident?

Also I pray that this is easy to understand.🔷

hihi!!! thank you for requesting!! i absolutely understood this [and i am in love with medkit] so, i hope these are good enough!!! <3 have a nice day :3 I also somewhat based this off of the vibe of Bay City, Plastic Love, etc songs!!

PRE-MEDKIT HEADCANONS

Warnings: brief mentions of bullying Other: I made this where Pre-Medkit and GN!Reader aren't in a relationship, but hopelessly inlove with eachother. They just struggle at confessing because I love this type of trope! I also based this off of my own Blackrock Headcanon where at the start of Highschool, you must pass various tests before being placed in departments that fit you suitable in society. There is also mentions of Grav and Warp <3.

When you were brand new to the school that Medkit was at, you were hopelessly crushing on him, even though you barely interacted. You both had unique features unlike the other scientists within the department, but you were studying a completely different medium then him.

Your actual first two friends was Grav and Warp, who were close friends to Medkit. The three of yous, excluding Medkit sadly, were always bickering. But, your mind would always drift to that strange boy with glasses and bright green horns! Sometimes, Grav and Warp would catch you daydreamin' or staring at him from afar, which would influence in slight teasing. They couldn't help it, you were so inlove with him like those iconic high-school lovers trope!

That was until Grav and Warp somehow, ironically, got you intentionally partners of research with him. Quickly to blame them, you and Medkit actually got along quite well! With how you both examined small details and examined the fine details in each artifact given. He was surprised on how much of a similar level of learning you both had, but it ended up with you getting targetted for his arroudous bullying.

Medkit was known around the school, especially for how he acts and how different he is. Especially his horns, and how they are drastically different to many other Blackrockian's. They were unique, stylized with curves and fascinating features that seemed to bring out of Medkit more. It was something you fell inlove with about him, but you'd never admit it truthfully to his face.

For Medkit, it was your eyes. He's seen many robloxians in his life-time, but your eyes just stood out. How they seemed to keep him captivated, it was one of the reasons he struggled because he didn't want to look like a weirdo. He'd zone out endlessly, forgetting all of his surroundings but be amazed but your looks and your eyes. It was something he loved about you, and one of the many reasons why sometimes, you'd catch him not replying but making heavy contact. It'd make him forget how to breathe! Of course, he'd get embarrassed each time you called him out... he'd just say he was zoning out or dissociating, thinking, whatever excuse he can use to save himself.

Medkit and You were basically two peas in a pod after your first assignment with him. But, because you both studied different mediums, you were separated into a different department after a while and he was placed with a whole new person. Agriculture was your one, while his one was robotics and certain, secret project. But, that never stopped your guys endless meet-ups. Your department and his were very strict, keeping everyrobloxian on their toes and to keep a look out, since the very best were the most to survive.

Picnics were occassional, sometimes even inviting Grav and Warp alone if possible. They also studied a different medium together, which was the environmental setting, but their department was hated for it's easiness and lack of 'strong' competitors. It didn't bug Grav and Warp since they seemed to have already aced everything. Medkit and you, on the other hand, had to fight restlessly just to see one another or to complete a singular class assigned. Being one of the smartest kids was one thing in your shared departments, but you could tell it was taking a toll on Medkit.

Medkit was always one to push you away when you came to support him on heavier tasks, always saying that there is no need to help him, that you wouldn't understand. Sure, some pieces may be difficult, but it didn't stop you from helping your boyfriend friend from getting out of such a place. Medkit would get defensive, you'd retaliate but end up helping him in the end. Sometimes, you'd shamelessly get yourself into his dorm complex and finish off the work yourself.

Medkit and you would go out on dates spend time together whenever you both can. Sometimes, it'd be spending time in one anothers presence, others may be going to the parks or ice-skating. He was a pro at ice-skating, while you were to be held by him. You always got embarrassed and flushed at each time he'd hold you, sometimes even feeling him against you. It made you flare up, in which he'd get worried your getting sick!

Medkit has sketched you sooooo many times in his work books. Sometimes, he'd became so zoned out thinking about you, that he'd have someone tap him on the shoulder if he wasn't paying attention. In the end of the day, he'd always get the answer correct if possible, in a some-sort of short response and go back to thinking about you.

Subspace found out about his crush about you, and kept urging and making stupid jokes around him. It got to the point, that Hyperlaser had to separate you two from one another. It was that bad, mostly because Medkit despised Subspace. He has no right talking about you like that! And he proves it, but he also proves the fact he is so into you.

He has tons of letters in his drawers that were supposed to be sent to you, but he never had the courage. Some are even ranking before he was transferred from the shared-department you both were in. Sadly, because of being kicked out of the school after the accident, he lost all those letters. But, who knows, Grav and Warp snuck around and about and found a bunch...

You would sometimes kick your legs and dedicated paragraphs to him in your work. When it came to english assignments, especially in some parts of your class-curriculum, you'd write so many aimed sentences towards him. Of course, your teacher didn't bother to question it, since no matter what you wrote it was aimlessly on theme. It just had that sort of aimed ring to it, and I'm sure Medkit would understand what you wrote instantly.

Medkit compares you to the moon, no take backs. Sometimes at night, when he struggles to sleep, he watches the moon. It reminds you of him, especially when you are unavailable a lot. You were the moon, and he was the sun watching from afar. The stars that trinkle support each dime, each feature that he loved about you.

Nature was what reminded you of him, or small little trinkets you were able to collect. They were your reminder, and you'd dedicate each trinket to him.

Overall, you both are just two teenagers aimlessly falling in-love with one another, but are so unaware and obnoxious to every sign given!!!

[fernzwing]

HI!! IM NOT DEAD !!!

More so - i am mostly online on Roblox fandoms as of recent! I am also mostly online on X / twitter (H3RBZWING) and discord :'))

I might still post about the dca but its might be only roblox from now </33 idk if i wanna continue tumblr so i'll just pop in now and then !!! since i am busy with college too.

ANYWAAAYS hi! ive also been yumeshipping / selfshipping a lot lately. and ive been.. hheh.. getting into forsaken and blocktales. i have new f/os too hsgsjhfkse

Heres some art ive made outside of tumblr :-))

[phighting-x-you]

this whole yandere phighting x human reader could turn into series can't wait to see your writing for part 3

valk and dom tell reader on what the phighters is about to do to them which reader obviously freak out.

I love cooking for you guys ehehehe,,,

Yandere! Phighting x human! reader part 3!!!

First thing the Flipside Brothers did was open up the Phighting! roster on their shared computer and scanned through it (Coil had showed mostly everyone how to do it after you had been transported here).

Looking through the list, they had found something interesting. Most Phighters had a small, white crown beside their names. They had learned the crown had symbolized having something called "admin commands".

"Why is everyone an admin?" Valk murmers, taking his glasses off to clearly look at the screen. "Where did Coil even learn to do this?" Dom pondered the question silently. Suddenly, he pointed something else.

"There, look!" His finger jerked towards Katana's name. It was the only name in the list lacking a crown. "Why doesn't Katana have the commands? Surely that must mean something."

"Here's what we'll do." Valk said, turning to his brother. "You stay here and make sure this doesn't disappear, I've got a phone call to make." Valk quickly stepped out of the room, fishing his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. Dom, meanwhile, took a picture of the screen incase it disappeared.

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Katana had been sitting by his fireplace, listening to the crackling as he fretted silently over the upcoming party.

Suddenly, his phone rang. Unhooking the phone from the wall, he held it up to his ear.

"Hello, Katana?" An urgent voice leaked through the phone's speaker.

"Who is this."

"It's Valk, y'know, from the Flipside. Listen, y-you've gotta come over. It's bad, really bad, what we've discovered."

"...I'll be there soon."

Katana cut the call and hooked the phone back up to its spot on the wall. Putting out his fire, he grabbed his gear - partially broken from Hyperlaser ripping it away from him - and travelled out into the night.

As soon as Katana arrived, the Brothers showed Katana their findings and told them about what would happen at the party.

"I'm aware." The samurai spoke solemnly, gazing at the photo displaying the list of names.

"Y-You knew?" Valk asked, dumbfounded. He stood up and slammed his hands on the table, exasperated. "Then why the hell didn't you-"

"I was attacked." Katana answered, cutting the smaller idol off. "I tried to warn Y/N, but Subspace and his minions found us and stopped me."

His voice was unusually shaky. Katana was known for showing little emotion, but ever since the game had become self-aware, his voice had trouble staying calm. "He wanted to kill me. And Hyperlaser..."

He stopped himself. It was silent for a few moments before Dom cleared his throat, resting chin ontop of his clasped hands.

"We have to do something. Otherwise, one of the two may happen." He declares lowly. "Y/N will either end up mutilated, or the process may kill them."

"But, even if we did stop them, how do we even get Y/N out of here?" Valk questions. "I mean, it isn't like we can get then out of the game, can we?"

"...we can-"

A loud knock at the front door caused all three Inphernals to jump. Katana froze, too afraid to move. What if it was Subspace looking for him again? Dom stood up.

"Stay here." He said, and cautiously headed to answer the front door. Valk and Katana, on the other hand, stayed put, not moving an inch.

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Dom answered the door, revealing an anxious Boombox. The eyes on his visors were big O shapes.

"O-Oh! Dom, hey! I-"

"Boombox, I'm really busy right now." Dom said, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded. Boombox swallowed, as if he was about to confess to murder. Then, he broke down completely.

"L-Look, man, I screwed up. Big time. I need your guys' help." The DJ pleaded, frantically looking back over his shoulder. Hesitantly, Dom pulled Boombox inside and locked the door. After fully locking it, he turned to face the DJ as he leaned against the door.

"What is it?" He asked, the impatience slipping off his tongue. He was caught off guard when Boombox desperate grabbed onto his arms and stared him down, tears pouring down from behind his visor.

"THEY'RE GONNA KILL-" Dom quickly clamped his hand around Boombox's mouth, afraid of attracting any unwanted guests from outside.

Firmly, he pulled him into the living room. Removing his hand, he motioned for the DJ to talk as long as he was quiet. Gasping, Boombox pulled his visor off and violently rubbed at his eyes.

"T-They're gonna kill me...! I-I said too m-much a-an-and Y-Y/N looked at me weirdly a-and I saw Hyperlaser whispering s-something to Medkit- I'm done for, d-dude!" He rambled, struggling to stop the flow of tears.

Dom put his hands on Boombox's face, attempting to steady the troubled musician. "Hey, hey. Nobody's going to kill you. What did you say that was "too much"?" Dom questioned, wiping a tear away with his thumb. Boombox leaned into his hands, as if he were a child who was desperate for reassurance from an adult.

"Well...

...I never knew you sold actual boomboxes." You said, taking a sip of your milkshake. Boombox was polishing his stock as you spoke. He looked over towards you, smiling.

"Well, being a salesman isn't my main profession, it's more of a side-hustle. Just to make some quick cash if I've gotta buy anything." He responded, sitting the newly-clean speaker on a nearby shelf.

"So, you excited for the party?" Boombox asked, sitting down beside you. Nodding your head, you smiled gleefully. He smiled back, patting your shoulder.

"I can't believe it's been half a year already, time really does fly." You mused, automatically leaning into the DJ's touch. Boombox felt his face heating up, his visor's eyes turning into spirals.

"Y-Yeah, it's insane!" He answered, focusing to much on your touch to stop blurting out the next sentence. Feels like a lifetime ago since we brought you here."

As soon as he said that, Boombox felt you shifting quickly, and that was all he needed to tell him that he had screwed up.

"You brought me here?" You asked, quirking an eyebrow in curiosity. Mentally cursing himself, Boombox quickly shook his head.

"Oh, no! We didn't!" He stumbled over his words in an attempt to save the situation. "I was just..repeating a lyric I'd written earlier! I'm taking up songwriting, y'see?"

Miraculously, you smiled, letting out a small "ohh" sound to indicate you believed him. Sighing shakily, he shook his head and grinned.

"Oh, I should get going! Sword said he was going to teach me how to spar!" You said, getting up. You and Boombox said your goodbyes before going to meet Sword wherever he was.

Sighing with relief, Boombox stood up and stretched. He loosened his tie and undid one of his top buttons, lying in the heat of the moment had made him sweaty.

He looked around, and his heart stopped. Hyperlaser was staring at him from afar, standing beside Medkit, who had a scornful expression on his face. Boombox felt sick.

...that's what happened." Boombox concluded his story, clamping his hands over Dom's for comfort. The idol sighed, pulling Boombox close, rubbing his back as the DJ began to sob again.

"You're safe here, nobody's gonna hurt you. I promise. Dom spoke, tilting Boombox's face up to meet his eyes. Boombox calmed down at his soothing voice.

"I just feel awful. We didn't even ask Y/N about the idea, we just assumed they'd like being turned into an Inphernal. A-And-"

A cautious knock on the door interrupted Boombox, startling him. He began to shake again, convinced Medkit or Hyperlaser had found him. Feeling Boombox's anxious body shivering, Dom pulled out his phone to see at his door, and sighed.

"Boombox, it's okay. It's nobody here to hurt you, it's only Y/N. They look worried." He explained, gently letting Boombox go. "I'll go let them inside, okay?" Boombox wiped a tear away as Dom went to let you inside.

Opening the door, you looked up at Dom, giving him a wryly smile. He motioned for you to come inside, and you immediately saw Boombox, rushing towards him and enveloping him in a hug.

"Boombox, are you alright? I was looking everywhere for you! Medkit said-"

"Stop." Boombox cut you off, grabbing your hands and squeezing them. Your eyes widened, confused and anxious. "Just stop. Y/N I- I need to tell you something. I need to tell you the truth."

"What truth?" You inquired, the near unfamiliar feeling of fear seeping into your stomach. Boombox looked over at Dom, who nodded his head. The idol sighed.

"Y/N. Come with us, we need to talk to you. You haven't done anything wrong, but...you might not be safe." Before you could question him further, Boombox pulled you into a lung-crushing hug, squeezing the life out of you while repeatedly whispering "I'm sorry - I'm so, so sorry."

A nearby door creaked open, getting Dom's attention. Valk was looking right at him, his face riddled with nerves. Dom sighed, looking back at you and Boombox. It was time to tell you everything.

[howlingmod]

under the mistletoe

summary - every phighter (seperately) x reader, as it sounds

misc - HAPPY HOLIDAYS ..... smiles

sword

"What?"

-doesn't plan it ; i don't think he knows it's a thing. no reasoning i just don't think he would be aware. he's not totally in the dark about all the little romanticisms of the holidays but this one's a little lost on hi.

-he doesn't really get it is all ......... it's cute sure, but he kisses you all the time, what's so special about this?

-he'll still get a little shy though, he's kissing you! in front of people! and you're fine with that! what! he's confident enough in your relationship, but he's still a little awestruck everytime you guys do something so intimate in public

-he likes knowing you're fine with people knowing you're together about as much as he likes to show you how much he loves you.

skate

"C'mon baby! It's the rules!"

-doesn't actively try to set it up too much. he's moreso just nudging you in the right riection every now and then and staring at it for most of the night. it's very obvious to everyone else.

-he just thinks its a staple! the mistletoe kiss is right up there with the new years kiss, it's one of the most romantic gestures out there (in his book)!

-honestly very sweet about it, will probably put his arms around our waist or grab and hold your hands to pull you closer.

-also he just likes showing you off and this is the easiest way of doing that other than all the verbal bragging he's doing that night. whoops.

katana

"..."

-not going to set it up or care much. it's a cute tradition, but nothing super important to him. plus, it's really gonna depend on your surroundings. if you're around other people, he'll keep it in mind for when you're alone (consider it a delayed one). if it's just you two, then he's a lot more likely to oblige.

-it's really up to you. if you seem nervous or uninterested, he's not going to push it at all. he'd much rather go at your pace and make sure you're ready and comfortable than pry for a silly tradition.

-he's a very sentimental kisser, so expect to be there for a few seconds. he likes taking his time so he can put as much of his heart into it as he can.

-while the tradition itself isn't anything to him, the gesture is very important to him. he's got some pretty gnarly scars, so knowing you're still willing to do something so intimate when you can see and feel them makes him happier than he knows how to say.

banhammer

"Funny seeing you here!"

-doesn't plan it really. he thinks about it, he thinks it'd be cute, but he doesn't really push you over there. he might whine about it a little afterwards if he doesn't end up doing it (it's so tropey, he has to man), but that's about it

-he takes it a liiitle seriously. he's all for traditions like this man you don't get it, he just thinks they've got such a charm to them. they're so simple and yet have so much payoff ...

-he's dropping a shitty one-liner sorry. he thinks its fun to flirt with you like you two aren't dating. he's gotta prove to you he's a good boyfriend, alright?

-sweet kisser though. if you're especially shorter thn him, he might lift you up into his arms a bit to make it easier on the both of you. if not, you're still getting pulled right up to him. it's cold outtt .... ::]

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rocket

"Well, you know what they say!"

-nudges you in the right direction. he wants at least one, it's a classic! he's pretty similar to skate in this regard.

-it's a big show of affection in his eyes just because it encompasses so many feelings for him- he gets to show you off, he gets to kiss you, AND he gets to do something stupidly cheesy, what more could he want?

-he's a little messy with it- more so because he's excited. he ends up going in a little too fast and maybe bumping eachother if you're not careful.

-he'll have an arm around your waist for the rest of the night. he's pretty proud of himself.

slingshot

"What? Oh- OH!"

-doesn't plan it at all. in all honesty, it probably happens at the cafe rather than a party. it just got thrown in with all the other holiday decorations, so he hung it up without really thinking about it.

-if it happens during the workday, he's a little iffy on it, he'd like to mantain as much professionalism as he can ... buuut he might still give you a little peck before rushing off to work on the orders. if you're alone, then he's more than happy to linger a little longer.

-the type to hold the side of your face or your shoulder while kissing. he likes the stability of it and just thinks it's cute ...

scythe

"Well well- lookey here."

-she planned this. she's the reason the mistletoe is there. this was not fate this was a grand plot and you don't even know the start of it.

-oh come on- of course scythe of all people would be all over this! it's an easy way to show off your relationship (she's possessive, sue her) and to get a free kiss. there's no way she's gonna pass up an opportunity like this.

-she makes a big show of it, sorry. she loves to get under your skin and fluster you, so she's gonna spend her time getting closer and teasing you about you looking a little embarassed.

-the kiss itself is surprisingly chaste and sweet, she likes showing you off but she's got class, alright?

shuriken

"Well, I'm waaaiting ..."

-plans it. he spends a good part of the night herding you over there at least once but most likely twice. sue him for wanting to kiss his partner...

-he's not super used to the tradition, so it's still got that allure of something new to him. he's got a hyped up view of it, so he's pretty excited and it shows in how he's grinning like an idiot the moment he gets the chance.

-this isn't to say its gonna wear off to him though- it'll get normalized, sure, but he still looks forward to it every time. it's romantic! it's cute! let him live!

-annoyingly sneaky about it too- please don't act too surprised, you're only going to feed his ego

hyperlaser

"Negative."

-it's a hard no in public. no explanation needed he's not doing it. If you really wanna you can kiss his helmet, and honestly ......... he would think it's cute. it's a stupid tradition but you pull it off.

-if you do, he'll return the favor later (once you have less eyes on you) by leaning his head against yours. it's not a huge deal but it's a little way of him sort-of doing it back .. in spirit at least.

-in private ... ehhhh. he's still iffy on it. if you ask really nicely he might lift his helmet up just enough, but that's about it. it's just not super comfortable for him.

-not a pda guy but he'll hold your hand and keep you at his side. it's nothing special toan on looker but to him it's a show of love and care- if he didn't love you, he wouldn't bother holding you so close to him. he values his space and privacy, so know that him including you in it is a way of him showing your importance to him.

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medkit

"Really?"

-doesn't plan it ; he thinks its silly. around people, it's gonna be a no, he's not super into PDA. if it's just the two of you ... you could convince him.

-he still thinks it's stupid, but he's willing to do stupid things if it means you're happy. a very chaste kisser but that doesn't take any of the sentiment out of it, he really does mean every little gesture of affection.

-he's going to hold your hand most likely, it's a little comfort to him- he's prone to squeezing your hand in a nonverbal 'i love you.'

-he'll be thinking about it everytime he sees mistletoe again for the next few days. it's driving him a little crazy he's coming home and staring at your lips a little bit while you guys tell eachother about your day. expect a few more kisses than normal

boombox

"(You wanna?)"

-the truest of neutrals. he thinks it's cute and he doesn't mind pda, but it's not something he sees as super important. he's very confident in your relationship and he's pretty affectionate already, so it's your call really

-it'll probably be just a quick peck, but that's only because he's probably kissed you a few times already and has haf an arm around you the whole night anyway

-really, it's just not necessary. you're already pissing everyone off with how sweet the two of you are you don't need the extra gesture.

subspace

"Ugh- Don't be ridiculous!"

-he's only going to realize if someone else walks him through it. he's not super familiar with all the traditions that go with the season, so a lot of them come off as pretty strange to him.

-if it's around other people, it's not happening, sorry. at most, he'll take you kissing the mask, but even then he might grumble a bit (he likes showing off, being vulnerable and recieving affection is a little different). nothing personal, he's just not taking it off around others.

-if it's just you two though ... then he can be swayed. he'll still think it's stupid and you're being strange but he signed up for that. he'll do it if only to see what all the fuss is about.

-'that's it?' and then he's doing it again the next time you ask. he is not immune.

vine staff

"Oh! Well, only if you'd like to..."

-she will not notice unless someone points it out to her. she's spent a lot of holiday seasons with shuriken and slingshot, so she just forgot this was apart of the holiday honestly. she's a lot more accustomed to the chaos than the sweeter little things (help her).

-while everyone would ask first, she's the most 'whatever' about it. It's a cute thing, don't get her wrong! she just doesn't feel the need to perform, for lack of a better term. she loves you and knows you love her, she doesn't really feel the need to show that off too much.

-if it was a smaller gathering, she'd be a little more into it, but if it's a bigger party she's happy to just talk to you about anything and everything under the mistletoe instead.

-very short and chaste but sweet all the same. she might grab and hold onto one of your hands, she usually won't let go afterwords either. smile

coil

"Aww- Did you plan this?"

-he doesn't set it up at first. the first time, he kinda forgot it was a thing- he's been busy! but once he realizes he's got a free 'kiss s/o' AND 'show s/o off' card, it's over. he's so smooth with it it's annoying. whether he meets you there so you have to stop below it or he casually leads you over while you're both talking, it might as well say gullible on the ceiling.

-like skate, he likes pulling you real close. he's a fan of physical affection, so you bet he's taking the chance to throw his arms around you. even afterwards, he'll keep an arm slung around you.

-he can't go to big parties, so he's usually just around skates gang, but he'll still take the opportunity to brag. he knows you're a catch, he knows you're sweet on him, how could he not be a little smug?

-if you pull a fast one on him and pull HIM under the mistletoe though, you can bet he's impressed. he'll be teasing you about it for a bit, but only because he thinks it's adorable.

[acupofinkedblood]

Pre-disaster Medkit x reader x Subspace

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Having been spawned in Blackrock is certainly a conflicting experience for said Inphernals. On the one hand, they were introduced to the pride of their region at such young age, were nurtured by the promise of a better future when Blackrock had achieved its influential glory that spread all across Inpherno. They were the tomorrow of which Blackrock had entrusted, especially those who were taken in by the government personally. Yet on the other hand, everyone knows the deed about Blackrock’s dullness as well as how distant the Inphernals there are. Blackrock does not believe in tears, everyone knows that. And you do too. Ever since the day you came into this world, you were taken by the authorities to be able to educate your ‘promising talents’ so that you can serve this region. It’s your fate at this point

• It’s not that much of a surprise when you met other fellow children when the caretakers took you to the kindergarten facility. After all, the more young talented one they have control over, the better for the sake of Blackrock’s future. None of them looked like they were keen on starting a conversation, and by that time, you probably felt the same too. Slightly dumbfounded, maybe a hint of uncertainty in such strange environment. After all, when you just spawned, you were already dragged away to this place with little explanation - something about your purpose and continuing legacy and so on. Your time at Blackrock has started like that, a dull color of the walls and pile of books of advanced knowledge. Nothing more, nothing less

• The said children need to go through a test after a good while of being provided with proper education, mostly to choose some worthy ones to pay attention too. Fortunately enough, you have passed the exam with little room for error! It was definitely something worth celebrating about, especially when you have managed to prove your worth to the higher ups. As for the other? Who knows anyway. The authorities might have some other trivial tasks to assign to them. Personnels are a great source of Blackrock at this time after all. It’s best to not waste them. On the other hand, your faith has been paved to another direction, away from them. You were chosen as one of their bright stars, as well as some other bright students of the facility who will soon be trained by the superiors themselves - what an honor!

• Though you didn’t really mind any of them much, since you know that most of them have better things to attend to rather than socializing too much for the sake of friendship or whatsoever. They have always been like that, Blackrock folks have always been like that in their nature. Sure, casual interaction did happen from time to time, but it wasn’t enough to form a mutual friendship. A bit uneasy, that was understandable for you to feel so. But at some point, you will miss this moment of solitude that you used to have control over because you might have lost that little privilege of feeling the inner peace within your mind when a certain pink-horned Inphernal spotted you during the training program. Trust me, you will miss your peace, I’m not pulling your leg

• Your first meeting with Subspace wasn’t actually the most pleasant experience. Definitely not the worst, but you have seen better examples of good manner — even those with poor excuse of a glorified oxygen tank is more pleasant than that somewhat — which at least it’s more than enough for you to make a face toward Subspace’s behavior. Who in their right mind would come up to someone out of the blue then demand them to fix their own project because they were doing it ‘wrong’? You didn’t know who the hell was this guy. Before you could protest, Subspace already explained in details on why your project was a miserable waste of potential. He kept going on and on for who knew how long. This dude was the example of an obnoxious know-it-all, especially now. Though Subspace did make sense actually. He had good observations, it was just that he had quite the peculiar way to shove it into someone’s mouth whether they like it or not

• After that endless lecture, he glanced at you as if he was expecting you to start praising him. Subspace had always been the mentor’s favorite investment due to his outstanding performance both in thinking and execution. He was the center of attention, so it was understandable how he was waiting for you to compliment his analysis as he was technically doing you a huge favor by offering you a chance to be heard by the ‘great Subspace’ himself. If you didn’t have enough brain cell to proceed the situation quick enough, it’s guaranteed that he will definitely make a fuss about it. Weren’t you impressed by him? Then he would prove you wrong! Think of it as a narcissistic speech that calling you out for being arrogant. I’m serious, that’s Subspace for you - he has always been like that much to everyone’s distress

• It wasn’t until you were fished out of the situation by a fellow Inphernal who seemed to be just as fed up as you when it came to Subspace. Medkit might not be the best when it came to being a peacemaker, but is the one of the few people that could drag Subspace back to save other’s peace? Probably. And here Medkit was wondering where did his nuisance of a partner just ran off to, just to find out he was out here terrorizing you much to his own amusement. The two of them went back and forth about leaving you in peace. Subspace didn’t feel like stopping, which Medkit had to take your side to shoo him off to his place. It was comical, being stuck between them arguing as if they were a moment away from biting each other’s head. In the end, Subspace finally left because he ‘had something more important than dealing with stubborn amateurs’ thanks to Medkit’s efforts. But did he give up on pestering you? Oh you wish

• Though when you looked back, you realized that Medkit was giving you this apologetic look before saying sorry on the behalf of his partner. Pre-disaster Medkit was definitely not as uptight as the current version of his. He was more opened somewhat, and showed that he cared about others without the need to hold himself back. Stress hadn’t dragged his man’s smile down into a frown just yet. One could even describe Medkit during that moment as a relaxed individual with that unspoken charm he carried when he wasn’t being buried under a pile of reports. Before he followed Subspace, he decided to take a bit of time to check up on you. A friendly conversation, you could think of it as such. Before he left, he even made a jest about if Subspace kept bothering you, you could always come to him for help

• After that encounter with Subspace and Medkit, you might get this odd feeling of your peace slowly getting turned upside down even when the day was just as normal as ever. Just a head up: Your intuition wasn’t wrong. You weren’t overthinking it up because within no time, your normal dull life will bid you a farewell before it packs everything up to leave and leave the chaos tending you instead. Because as if those deities from above wanted to make a joke out of your life, you have became a crush of, not just one, but two people at the same time period. To make it worse, those two hated each other as if they were like sliver nitrate and sodium chloride - in which came into contact would form a displacement reaction of precipitation, simply cannot harmonize together. Before you realized it, things already went south

• You still thought of them as your friends since what could possibly happen? It felt nice to have company of two person who, funny enough, were like yin and yang. You found it to be amusing, which was probably why you didn’t mind Subspace’s questionable behavior or didn’t think too much of Medkit’s nice gesture. The three of you were like a trio, much to everyone’s surprise. But in reality, things were a bit different than you imagined

• Ever since that interaction, Subspace just kept appearing in pure ‘coincidences’ as he claimed it to be whenever you were around. Even when he didn’t care for the not-so-positive first impression hae had made, he simply gave himself the right to think that it wasn’t that bad anyway. Mainly he wanted to get under your skin for the fun of it, but also wanted your attention as much as possible. Whenever he feels the urge to, he will just seek you out and drag you into indulging in some of his research even when it wasn’t even your field. But that was even better because he could ramble on and on about what he was doing if you question him. He enjoyed being looked up, especially by you. Even his way of pursuance was rather…obnoxious

• Subspace is arrogant as hell. It wasn’t that much of a secret on how he thought he was better than anyone else. But that way of thinking had its reasons. He was the brightest star of the facility who was greedy for achievements of his own, he knew he was better as he never stopped learning and trying, and those praises were what got him going until now. Through trials and errors, he received their approval with the promise of the next big shot. That mindset gave him the confidence to know exactly what was he doing. Being around people who wasn’t insecure was actually quite the fresh air, if you knew what I meant. If you had any uncertainty, he would be more than willing to give you a piece of his mind to set you on the correct path. The thing here was that Subspace had the ability to determine which theory could have worked regarding the current circumstances, so he knew exactly what he was doing when provided insight to you - who he wholeheartedly adored

• Sometimes Subspace would just following you around when he had nothing better to do. Pre-disaster Subspace wasn’t as busy as a bee compared to the current time. He wasn’t promoted to a higher position just yet, but was just a candidate for it. Of course, that gave him plenty of break time with how quickly he finished all of his reports in normal days. Usually he would drag you to stay by him while he was doing some research, but if you declined just in time he was getting bored of his little project, then congratulations - you just got yourself a little tail that definitely made his presence known with how lousy he was. He was like a magnet to you. Though it wasn’t in a cute puppy way, but rather a goddamn sticky flytrap that insists on not letting you go as long as he was in his break time

• If you were the type to not enjoy blank moment of silence in a conversation, then it was never a dull moment around Subspace. He was such a yapper, it felt as if there was no way that you could make him stop being such a smartass. Whether it was about his project, himself, his accomplishments or anything — yes, he mainly talked about himself unless you have something more interesting to drag him into — he could never shut up as long as he was still awake. Though a funny thing about that was Subspace could be such an interesting gossip partner. Observant might not sit in the same sentence with Subspace for the majority of the time, but when it comes with ‘to prove that he is better’? Buckle up buttercup, you just got a free ticket to the hottest tea you could ever imagine

• Though of course, his default wasn’t sugar, spice and everything nice. He was mean, whether it was his nature or he simply didn’t want to acknowledge the other way around. Subspace was the prime example of a menace. Fortunately enough, this menace adored you. If someone picked on you — like a co-worker of yours or some other low-ranking idiot — he wouldn’t just sit there patting your back to comfort you, oh no no. Subspace would drag those who had wronged you down to the mud, even got them out of your way forever if he felt the need to. He did that behind your back because he knew that you wouldn’t approve of his way of sweeping trash out of your feet. If you ever questioned about why someone was fired in your department, Subspace would just grin before dragging you away to clear your mind instead

• Subspace’s love language consists of physical touch and gift giving. Gift giving was pretty self-explanatory, since he did want you to look at the present he got you so that you can be reminded of him. As absurd as the sound, it used to be all handmade by him from scrapped materials that he didn’t need in his main work anymore. Before he even came up with the idea of making a Biograft, he used to gift you a little toy which resembled a mini version of himself with moveable limbs. It did look cute though, you gotta give him credit for that. As for physical touch, do I have to explain how much of a leech that bastard could be? He could literally be glued to your hip if work didn’t come first. Him touching each other wasn’t a big deal, sure. But Subspace only let others touch him if they were someone he tolerated, and well - he liked you. Therefore, he tolerated you

• Then again, there was someone out there that could be quite the rival for Subspace to look out for. He simply lost count how many times Medkit had managed to scoop you out of his company under the excuse of needing some help in the lab. Subspace wasn’t the only one who had taken a liking to you. If he wanted to file a complaint against Medkit, then the engineer himself would simply clicked his tongue in annoyance. He wouldn’t dare, as Medkit would roll his eyes while putting a hand behind your back like a habit

• Unlike Subspace’s intensity, Medkit provided you a nice little comfort zone so that you could have some peace of mind. It felt good to take a quiet moment to yourself after your ears have been tortured by the relentless speech of a certain someone, wasn’t it? Medkit’s company was a pill to soothe your worries in this cold facility. Sometimes you even joked about him being a doctor with how well he handled wounds or other’s wellbeing so effortlessly, and he simply scoffed at it lightheartedly. You didn’t know that he only did it for you. Medkit could never imagine him being a doctor, but hearing you thought so kinda caught his interest somewhat. Not gonna happen soon though, as he thought

• He was a nice guy. For someone who had to be stuck with Subspace for the majority of the time, it was surprised to see that they were like two different sides of a coin. If Subspace only wanted what benefited him, then Medkit used to want to ensure people’s wellbeing before his own needs first. He simply wanted to make the world a better place where everyone could live without pain or suffering. That was admirable of him, on how much he cared, how much he wished to achieve his goal and how much he wanted it. Medkit prioritized caring for others first, that included you. Altruism might not be the best word to describe him during that time, but he was definitely anything but selfish. Which how much Medkit loved you, he just wanted to make his dream come true quicker just for your sake

• Medkit was definitely a gentleman when he was in love. All he wanted to do was to keep you safe. He cared, and he wasn’t afraid to show it to you when he felt like the right moment had arrived. Tending to your general health at any possible moment, doting on you when he realized you were tired, going back and forth just to get you something…Maybe he would call himself out for being so cringey, yet when he looked at you, he simply forgot about how embarrassing it would be for someone like him to be so hopeless within your palm. If Subspace was a fever dream, then Medkit was the serenity of a future domestic partner. He was so gentle with you, even when he was being playful. One thing for sure was that Medkit definitely smiled more when he was around you, which made some of his friends like Grav or Wrap teased him nonstop about it

• If you don’t want to go to Subspace for any questions you had in mind at the moment or he was nowhere to be seem, you knew exactly who would he there to entertain your curiosity. Medkit was such a yapper, if you allowed him to. He took pride in his studies after all. His research didn’t just stop at what Blackrock had originally assigned him to do because of his own interest in matters revolving around life itself. You would be surprised to hear the logic behind his theory about the connection between an Inphernal’s gear and the deity that was supposed to be in charge of that region. Or some mechanical matter that you needed some advice on performing correctly. Trust me, he would geek out immediately. Though at some point he would realized how much he was rambling and stopped midway. That flustered awkward smile was definitely a cute sight of his

• There was something he kept away from you though. Like you already knew, Medkit was a scientist, though his field leaning more to engineering. With that being said, you could believe that he had quite the keen eye to sketch the blueprint out of his mind. But did you know that inside that little notebook he always kept by his side, blueprints weren’t the only thing that he sketched inside? You sure had taken quite the spot on the pages with how Medkit just kept daydreaming about you while zoning out. He wouldn’t say that he was the artistic type. Maybe he could be familiar with gears and machines, but you? Hell, he kept drawing you over and over again, yet he didn’t have the guts to show you. Mainly was that he felt embarrassed, but also because he felt like his skill wasn’t that impressive to begin with. Maybe one day in the near future, if the book wasn’t left behind for unknown reasons, of course

• Don’t think that this guy would be just your average nerd who was just so happen to be pretty handsome himself. If you thought Medkit was just all uptight and no-nonsense during this time, then he would gladly prove you wrong. This man was serious for most of the time because he had something better to pay his mind to — you, for example — rather than bothering himself with unnecessary trivia. But that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to have fun. His humor might be a tad dry, though it was pretty entertaining to see him used his sarcasm on you in a lighthearted manner. If he wasn’t the one that trying to crack a joke to cheer you up, then he would be the one who was caught off guard with your little tease then proceeded to stiffen his laughter. And you already knew the drill: Medkit’s laughter worth every little silly thing you did to make him less tense

• His love language when it came to you was act of service and quality time. He mesmerized your schedule, your reference to your coffee, picking up a little thing about your quirk to analyze on how should he be at your services in an appropriate sense. From the little thing such as caring the equipment for you, to personally heal you if you got injured in an experiment. would be the type to quietly put a blanket over your shoulders if you dozed off on your desk, then carefully tidied it up while occasionally stealing a glance over your peaceful state. When you woke up, he would be sure to put a hot coffee near you to help you freshen up. Since Subspace kept taking most of your time, Medkit couldn’t help but wanting to kick that rascal in the face so he could have some quality time with you. After all, you both need a bit of escapism to relax together, right? Just you and him, maybe a glass of coffee or a pack of cigarettes, together

• The two of them were smitten by you, but they hated each other enough to quietly made it a competition on who could win your favor first rather than telling you right away. It was like an endless game of tug and war. If only just knew just how stubborn the both of them were, the things they tried to do to win your heart. Medkit could try and deal with Subspace by dragging him away from you as much as he could for your sake, while Subspace wouldn’t hesitate to sabotage the other just to make his image looked better in your eyes. They kept throwing dirt into each other’s place years after years. Would things be better if they just told you right away without this stupid waiting period? Maybe. Would they do it? Hell no. If they had to keep this up until the three of you got into a nursing home, then they would without a second doubt. How childish

• It was funny how you remained a neutral ground with them when they were an inch away from taking each other’s eye out. If you failed to acknowledge any of their feelings, then you were guilty of accidentally dragging this whole drama out for a ridiculous amount of time. Even your fellow co-workers just wanted to beg you to choose between one of them already. But then again, would that be a good idea? If you chose Medkit, then would Subspace actually leave the two of you in peace? If you chose Subspace, then would Medkit still playing nice? Honestly, you got yourself in quite the tight mess. Good luck with dealing with them, no one can fish you out of this situation now. But then again, they wouldn’t try to do anything drastic to each other soon, right?

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: Should I cut down on the details of my headcanons? I feel like it’s too detailed (｡•́︿•̀｡) Though I usually want to make the setting clear- What should I do?

Note 2: I used past tense in this specific work for a reason, not just out of the blue (・∀・)

[phighterss]

Their reaction to the reader proposing. Like dramatically dropping down to one knee with the ring 🎉

ps: this is all written assuming ur already in a committed relationship with them

scythe

cups her face in her hands and does the loudest little squeal known to demonkind and sweeps you off your feet into a bone crushing hug. yes she accepts!! of course she accepts!!!! you're her little sugar wugar lil bugaboo after all!!

medkit

just...... stares. at your face, then your forearms, then your hands, then the ring. mouth a little agape in shock he standing there like "O,O" he doesnt say anything for a bit hes PROCESSING ok this doesnt happen everyday and he surprised af!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gently cups the back of your hand and takes the ring. gives you a chaste little kiss on the lips and whispers his approval. yay!!!!!!!!!!

the broker

stands there shocked for a minute or two its almost concerning. does a little giggle and after picks the ring out and slides it onto his ring finger. he doesnt even say anything just a little knowing smile. ten minutes later he will kiss you utterly senseless he is quite the joyful fella!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nonymous-nb]

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"Everything."

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i lied, here's another drabble as i try to finish 3 requests with dying creativity<3

You and Medkit sat under a tree that you had found 3 weeks ago, the tree was a pretty mix of green and brown as some of the leaves fall down onto the grass that you both are sitting on. The demon beside you adjusted his glasses and fiddled a bit as the awkward silence grew louder before he finally spoke with a bit of hesitance. "I could have made the effort to support you, the way you always supported me.." Medkit quietly said and that is when you figured out what this talk was about as Medkit continued. "..Who knows what life would have been like."

You couldn't help but chuckle a bit before shaking your head, "No, we made are choices..." You cut yourself off as you spotted a pretty teal like flower beside you, picking it up from the grass before looking back at Medkit. "We could have made better ones, but.." You gently turned his face towards you before putting the flower on the side of his head, Medkit couldn't help but feel a bit flustered at the gesture and forced himself to keep eye contact with you. "I don't have any regrets." You smiled at the other, that was when Medkit couldn't help but look away, feeling more flustered, but the feeling of your hands taking his own made him look back at you.

"You were a wonderful experience."

Medkit couldn't help but let out a soft smile, before his smile faltered as he felt his eye burn as tears run down from his now singular eye.

"You were.. everything."

Medkit couldn't help the tears that fell down his eye as he look at the grave that was in front of him, your picture with him and the others leaving a bitter memory inside his head.

He finally place the bouquet of teal like flowers onto your grave and bid you farewell as he felt a certain dealer's presence somewhere near him.

{ I love Medkit }

[milkcookiekin]

if project 2025 goes through if a republican is elected as president, everyone is fucked because the president will essentially become a dictator. (when he says he won’t become a dictator aside from day one, he’s fucking lying, he’s taking away the rights of millions just by implementing this project alone) everybody is fucked.

if a woman has some sort of medical issue, or is raped and gets pregnant, no matter their age, they’re basically being forced to keep the baby because project 2025 will get rid of abortions, and they will no longer be able to prevent pregnancy. if you are a single mother, you are both demonized and at risk of having your child taken away. abortion isn’t murder if the baby isn’t born yet!! it’s not infanticide if the baby isn’t born yet!! some people can’t afford or provide for a baby!!

if you have any sort of mental health problems or physical disabilities, you will be demonized for that, and you most likely won’t get the help you need because they will treat you as if you aren’t human.

for lgbtq+ people, they could be discriminated anywhere and not face any consequences. openly coming out as an lgbtq+ person means your entire existence is fucked because you could get fired from your job at any point if your boss feels the need to fire you and you are most definitely at risk of facing retaliation and harassment as a result. for those in same-sex relationship or are only attracted to people of the same sex, you will no longer be able to adopt your own child if you want one. they will stop any and all acknowledgment of LGBTQ+ people and will see them as nothing more than lesser beings. you can be harassed anywhere and they won’t do anything about it.

this isn’t even the half of it, and if you say you agree with project 2025 and want it to happen, you are either a rich, christian white person or some edgy teen in their sweaty clothes who hasn’t washed their ass in a week. go take a shower, you nasty little shit.

i’m honestly tired because both options for presidents are awful, one supports genocide and is on the verge of death (Joe Biden) and the other plans to become a dictator (Donald Trump), and he could easily swoop in if the first guy dies during his presidency and implement those laws.

this has nothing to do with phighting and i’m so sorry for the lack of content, i’ve just been wanting to bring awareness to the danger many people are in right now, i will get back to my writing soon, but if i have a platform that i can use to voice my and many others thoughts and my concerns, i will do as such. these are only a few of the problems project 2025 comes along with. if you are not in any of these minorities, at least try to help them out because we are at risk of becoming another North Korea. what happened to the land of the free?

[interastical]

just had a silly idea....how would they respond to reader asking "would you still love me if I was a worm"...any phighters really 👉👈

`` WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I

WAS A WORM ? , ,

" ... darlin' ... what? "

SWORD

Considering how socially awkward the guy is, even with you as his partner, he'd still find himself giving you the most confused stare of his life as the question left your mouth.

"What kind of a question is that??"

When your question is left unanswered for a few short moments, you give him a raised brow and cross your arms - a stupid smirk on your face.

He's flustered, the blush on his cheeks beginning to show.

"Of.. of course I would still love you,"

He'd say, after processing your question - and after succumbing to your teasing and playful glances.

MEDKIT

The question doesn't catch the guy off-guard. Medkit knows you, and he knows how often you ask ridiculous questions when things grow silent between the two of you.

When he doesn't answer, yet still feels your gaze locked onto him, he sighs.

"Don't ask such ridiculous questions. You know I love you."

He leans in and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead, letting out a soft, comforting chuckle erupting from your throat.

Your chuckle makes him smile.

VINE STAFF

She hums, thinking over your bizarre question for a small moment. Looking down at the bed of flowers the two of you were just planting, her fingers would brush against the petals of one of the blooming flowers.

"Dear.. the way I wonder how your mind comes up with such silly questions," Vine Staff smiled, slowly and carefully picking the flower off of the bed.

She'd turn to face you, reaching her hand out and placing the beautiful flower onto your head.

"Demon.. worm.. plant.. it wouldn't matter to me." She explained. "You're still my blossom."

SCYTHE

She barks out a laugh that echoes throughout the canyons of Lost Temple - a laugh that you were convinced could be heard for miles.

The desert outlaw wiped a tear from her eye, giving you a playful smirk.

"Darlin'... the things you come up with!"

Scythe strolled towards you, her heels clicking and bringing up small, tiny clouds of desert sand as your posture shifted - instantly becoming flustered up as you felt her reach her robotic, clawed hand under your chin, lifting it up with ease.

"Whatever you are.. it don't matter. You're mine, love. Ain't nothin' gonna change that."

Scythe chuckled at your frozen state, taking the chance to steal a kiss - planting it right on your cheek.

COIL

The two of you were in the midst of a brawl between a bunch of Biografts sent by Subspace to track the two of you down. During the playful banter that you and Coil shared as you both took down the robots with ease, the question came up.

Coil shattered the face of one of the Biografts', before pausing and turning towards you, holding back his laughter.

"Did you just ask if I would love you even if you were a worm?"

You laughed - taking down one of the Biografts attempting to charge towards you, turning your head towards Coil and giving him a wink, sticking your tongue out.

Your intoxicating laughter made the hellhound erupt in laughter as the two of you moved side-by-side to fight together against the incoming group of Biografts.

" Lil' ol' you, a worm? Pshh.. wouldn't stop ya from being cute," Coil grinned sheepishly, sending his own wink your way before rushing ahead towards the small swarm of robots, leaving you stunned for a moment - processing his reply.

With a blush rising to your face, you shook your head, letting out a sheepish chuckle at his goofy behavior, before running after him to lend a hand.

[phighter-kisser]

been feeling like shit today so imagine your favorite character comforting you in their own way

chance not-so-subtly panicking, trying to figure out how to comfort you and it ends with you two cuddling on the couch under a blanket

1x1x1x1 laying on top of you like a weighed blanket while john doe plays with your hair

medkit sighing and pulling you into a hug before making you some hot chocolate while you dry your tears

sword practically tripping over his own two feet trying to figure out what happened and reassure you all at the same time

[vinestaffery]

first meeting: medkit & subspace

MEDKIT wasn't that talkative when you came around. when valk and dom had introduced you for the first time, you were reckless and ignorant to the damage the opposite team was doing, to the point he was healing you the entire time. he was disappointed when he found out that the team had won because of your reckless nature, that his patience and composure for the direst situations were only aimed towards you. despite his limits of tolerance, his anger did come to matters of ignorance that would throw away all that match fighting. when you finished the match, he berated you the entire time. yelling at how stupid you acted, how the match would've unfolded correctly if you had only taken care of yourself throughout the entire time. the tension between the two of you's as you argued, other phighters spectated throughout your argument. you couldn't believe your ears when you heard him insult your gear, how you fought and such! your timing and attacks were horrible, and your defense was terrible! you were in complete shock. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "[...], are you even paying attention?!" Medkit finally exclaimed, unable to contain his frustration any longer. His voice boomed across the arena, drawing the attention of both phighters and spectators alike.

"You can't just charge in blindly like that! You're putting yourself and others at unnecessary risk!" He continued, his tone a mixture of exasperation and angered concern for you at most.

Despite his sudden outburst, [...] seemed unfazed, shrugging his words with a careless wave of their gear. "Relaaax! I got this, I know exactly what I'm doing," you replied nonchalantly. This response only served more frustration to Medkit then it should've.

He couldn't believe how nonchalant they were, especially since he was having to only pay attention to them. Throughout the remainder of the match, Medkit's attention was divided between his duties as the doctor and his growing irritation towards [...]'s reckless behavior.

When the match had concluded, crowd's slowly dispersing, Medkit couldn't shake off that lingering sense of disappointment.

The echoes of the phighting match had faded, leaving behind a tense silence in the arena. Medkit approached [...] with a determined stride, his expression a mix of frustration and concern.

"[...], we need to talk," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the quiet air.

[...] turned to face him, their expression defiant. "What's there to talk about, Medkit? I fought my way through just fine," they retorted, crossing their arms defensively.

Medkit shook his head, his patience wearing thin. "That's not the point, [...]. You were reckless out there. You put yourself in unnecessary danger," he argued, his tone edged with exasperation.

[...] scoffed, rolling their eyes. "I can handle myself, Medkit. I don't need you hovering over me so overprotectively," they shot back, their words dripping with defiance.

Medkit's frustration boiled over, his voice rising in intensity. "This isn't about me being overprotective! It's about you being ignorant and putting yourself at risk. Do you even realize how dangerous your actions were?" he exclaimed, his hands gesturing emphatically.

[...] bristled at his words, their own frustration bubbling to the surface. "I'm not ignorant, Medkit. I know what I'm doing," they insisted stubbornly, refusing to back down.

Medkit sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You may think you do, [...], but there's a difference between confidence and recklessness. You need to learn to listen and be aware of your surroundings," he urged, his voice softer now, tinged with concern. "We could've lost, and it would've been all your fault."

The tension between them hung thick in the air, neither willing to concede their point. But beneath the heated argument, there lingered a mutual understanding – a recognition of the importance of safety and knowledge in the unforgiving world they inhabited.

In the end, as the echoes of their argument faded into the distance, Medkit and [...] both knew that their disagreement stemmed from a place of care.

SUBSPACE was a more ... stranger, and definitely more interesting than any other phighters yet. He was known as "Subspace T. Mine," and worked at the head of Blackrock's robotics division, and was a scientist tinkering with energies of crystals shared between his two sharp horns. It was quite interesting, to say the least, catching your attention. His skills were intriguing, watching him constantly bicker towards his creation and another masked-figure who was to be named 'Hyperlaser'. When he first met you, he preached himself higher then you were, which made you a bit iffy at the start. But, soon you started to get used to his weird-antics and his sayings, as-for speaking in third-person was his way of communicating. Sometimes, you'd catch him fixing his robot creation, 'Biograft', who had also caught your eye with his interesting ideology and interactions with Vine Staff. But, it didn't change the strange interaction you shared with Subspace at all. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The sun blared horribly, as the putrid smell of gunk and disgusting smell of rotten fish seemed to be emanating from the phighter right next to [...]. They glared, looking up to face the tall figure above, their arm patched, though it seemed useless with the obvious bleeding and small smoke. They couldn't help but be a bit curious.

They coughed, "What's going on with your arm? It looks... pretty bad." Subspace's eyes darted to face down to you, raising a brow as he just smiled. "Well!!! Aren't you such a curious one? Maybe it's at these times, you shouldn't stick your nose into things that don't matter to you..." He snarled a smile, but it was obvious he disliked your curiosity.

"Well..." [...] embarrassingly looked away, but looked back. "It sorta adds character, is it like a... souvenir from a failed experiment or something?" Subspace looked away, then back to his arm as it lifted up. His skin slowly shuffled on it, disturbing you as you held back a gag.

"This old thing? Well!" He puffs out his chest proudly, "I, Subspace T. Mine! Head-scientist at Blackrock's Robotics Division, mastermind behind many of our ingenious creations, has never failed an experiment! I am infact, working on a groundbreaking energy source for our faction," The demon rambled.

You couldn't even understand half the thing he had just said within his words. You just shook your head, concerned on the demon's mindset. You raised a eyebrow, skeptical, "Oh, really? And what's this energy source supposed to do?"

Subspace's eye had a gleam, "If I told you, [...], I'd have to disintegrate you! But of course, you'd know nothing about that at all with your tiny, itty bitty brain!" You rolled an eye at this improper behaviour.

"Yeah, yeah, Subspace. We've all heeeard about your big plans. Just make sure you don't blow yourself up at all to smithereens with your strange experiment, 'kay?" Subspace smiled wickedly.

"Ohh, don't worry your little head about that, [...], I have everything under control... mostly."

You shook your head, amused. "That's what worries me."

hello!! im very proud of this, as for this is my first time i believe i have actually felt comfortable and happy with my writing. this is not proof-read, i hope you guys enjoy these stupid little scenario type of situation!