#subspace x reader

[gr3milinz]

Hes rambling to you about his experiments

@subspacekisser1 (pls let me out the basement I'm sorry for stealing subspace from u:( I wanna see my family plss)

[piplup335]

Subspace x reader! (angst lmao)

HELLO , F E L L A S

I know I said I’d work on requests, but I HAD to finish this up 😭

mainly because SOMEONE (I’M LOOKING AT YA, @sourle) decided to write Valk angst and I decided I’d probably hop on the bandwagon and write Subspace angst :D

this is my first time writing angst, so idk if it’s good ;-; ehhh, I did what I could LMAO

anyway, enjoy :D

honourable mentions here!

@subspacekisser1

@lunarwashere

@sourle

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The crackling of the flames in the fireplace soothed your mind as you snuggled up to Subspace.

"Long day today, Subspace? How's work at the lab?"

The masked scientist glanced up at you with a groggy expression.

"Hm?? Oh...not too bad..."

He yawned.

"...just the usual lab stuff. There was also this chemical that somehow melted through the vial today...just a poison I'm working on currently. Reacted with another reagent and nearly burnt down the lab. It smelt funny too...but hey, the Biografts helped me clean it up!!"

You couldn't see it through his mask, but judging by his one visible eye closing and his cheekbones raising, you could tell he was smiling.

"I love you, (Y/n)...I feel so tired right now..."

"Awww...I love you too, Subspace...tomorrow's Christmas...wanna go to that one cat cafe? So you can catch a break?"

Subspace nuzzled into the crook of your neck. his warm breath lightly tickling your collarbone.

"I'd love that, dear..."

Subspace fell asleep in your arms as you lay on the couch, watching the flames dance around the firewood, the bright, formless shapes slowly reducing the wooden sticks to nothing but ashes.

The crackling of the flames and their mesmerising movements distracted you from the fact that your boyfriend was barely breathing.

The following morning, you woke up to your boyfriend still lying beside you.

He looked so damn adorable to you. His one visible eye was closed, and a few strands of his soft hair fell over his face. Sometimes you wished you could remove his gas mask just to caress his cheek…but he told you before not to do it, and you wanted to respect his wishes.

You gave your boyfriend a loving kiss on the forehead as you slowly slid off the couch, careful not to wake him up.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

You walked into the kitchen so that you could start preparing breakfast for the two of you.

Subspace couldn’t taste anything and always insisted on eating whatever was available, but you decided to change that today. You woke up earlier than him, and this time you'd get a say as to what he would eat.

And this time, you were determined to make him something a little more filling instead of just a slice of bread or two. You wanted to make him eggs and bacon- a dish he absolutely loved eating before the entire lab incident.

During those days, when you were cooking breakfast, Subspace would look at you with those pleading puppy eyes to make him bacon and eggs, completely disregarding and ignoring whatever alternatives you offered.

And you being you, you couldn’t resist his cute expression.

It was unlike him to enjoy such a simple dish, but hey- you still loved him.

As you were cooking in the kitchen, you felt a tug on your sleeve.

You turned to your left and was met with the sight of your beloved boyfriend standing next to you.

“Darling? Can we not have pancakes today? Do we have any more eggs left?”

You laughed, amused at his groggy, half-asleep expression.

“Subspace, you’ve been eating that same old thing for a week now. When will you ever get sick of it?”

“…never…so are there any eggs left?”

“Probably. But could you try something else for a change?"

Subspace hugged your side, his actions sluggish in his given state.

"I don't wanna...please, babe?"

He looked at you with those loving eyes...that loving expression on his face you could never resist.

You sighed, admitting defeat.

"Fine, fine, I’ll go prepare it for you later…I love you, Subspace. I always will.”

You couldn't say no to his request. To others, Subspace was a renowned scientist who made multiple contributions to Blackrock. They saw him as someone who had helped Blackrock advance their military, someone who had helped multiple residents improve their lives for the better. He was a hardened scientist who pushed through many sleepless nights to make Blackrock a slightly better place than the day before.

To you, Subspace was just an adorable bean you would not hesitate to kill for.

Your boyfriend was too adorable, too precious for this world...and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his figure in a hug.

"I love you, Subspace..."

Subspace didn't reply, but his actions said it all. You felt his arms slowly move from his side to wrap around your waist.

“…I love you too, babe…what’s that smell?”

A glance at the stove and the steady flow of smoke was all it took for you to get your answer.

“NO- my pancakes!”

You recalled the memory with such fondness. Even after the laboratory disaster your boyfriend went through, he was still the same loving demon you knew. Sure, he acted like a crazed scientist sometimes, but you knew your boyfriend was still the same sweetheart you knew all those years ago.

You spent more than an hour trying to make breakfast...because you spent 45 minutes looking back on and reminiscing about the past.

As you set the last piece of bacon on the plate, you smiled to yourself.

"Honey? Breakfast's ready!"

Usually, when you made breakfast for him, he'd immediately come rushing to the kitchen just to scarf down whatever you prepared for him with his signature grin on his face.

But just like you had different plans for Subspace, fate had different plans for the two of you.

This time, there wasn't a single sound coming from the living room. The fire was extinguished right before you fell asleep, but you wished the therapeutic crackling of the flames followed you into the early hours of the morning for a bit of comfort.

"Honey?"

Still no response. Now you were concerned.

Was he okay?

You, being the concerned girlfriend you were, went outside to check on him.

You shook him.

"Subspace? Please...wake up!"

You half-expected him to jump at you with that big, goofy grin on his face that you loved seeing so much. You expected to jump backwards in fright from the scare, only for Subspace to catch you in his arms as he pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

But that moment never came. Upon further inspection, you mentally facepalmed at your ignorance, cursing at yourself for not seeing the signs that something was wrong.

The once hot pink crystal floating above Subspace was nothing more but a dull pink, most of the colour gone. The once gleaming radiance of the crystal was now nothing but a dull glow.

You immediately checked his pulse. It was there...but barely. You sprinted to your phone, nearly tripping over your own feet in a frenzied panic. A quick dial later, you were arranging for an ambulance to the nearest hospital.

All you could do then was simply cradle your boyfriend's near-lifeless body in your arms and pray to whichever deity would listen.

Beep...beep...beep...

The steady sound of the hospital monitors filled the room. It had been like that for the past few hours or so.

When the doctors in the ambulance did a more thorough check on him, they determined that Subspace needed emergency surgery. You were not sure why, but they said that it was due to "severe poisoning".

Now, here you were, seated on a chair next to your still-unconscious boyfriend, waiting for the doctors to return with whatever results they had to offer. You sat in your chair, glancing at your boyfriend from time to time, hoping that the crystal between his horns would shine bright like it once did.

The sound of the door opening pulled you out of your thoughts. One of the doctors walked into the room...and he had a grim expression on his face.

"Doctor! How is he?"

The doctor let out a sigh. One that carried not hopes for the future, but carried acceptance- a sign that they had tried everything, and yet...

"I'm sorry. Your beloved will not make it."

And that was the nail in the coffin for you- the statement that confirmed your worst fears.

"Can I say goodbye to him, at least? Will he wake up?"

"No. He won't wake up. We've done a thorough and complete checkup on him. His given condition- his rot, that is, somehow reacted with more fumes inside his body. We've investigated them, and it seems that these fumes were inhaled quite recently. Regardless, it has worsened his state, causing the majority of his body to either shut down or stop working entirely. You have two choices. He does not have any known family members, so we'll leave this decision to you."

At the doctor's next words, you did not want to say anything. You did not want to accept that this was your reality- these were two decisions that you could not choose between. You knew that none of these choices would be a correct decision...they would all have harsh downsides.

"Either we pull the plug now and he dies a peaceful death, or we can give him further treatment to try and save him. The chances of his survival from this point on are low, and even if he does survive and wake up, the rest of his life will likely be painful for him to endure."

You loved Subspace...you loved him so much, and you didn't want to let him go just yet. There was so much you wanted to do with him. You wanted to finally stay with him instead of one of you just staying over at the other’s house for sleepovers now and then. You wanted to travel the Inpherno with him, just to see all the marvels the world had to offer. You wanted to be by his side for the rest of your life and wake up by his side just to hug him close to you, praising the gods for such a wonderful spouse.

And now you couldn't. Not with Subspace's condition.

You didn't want to let him go just yet.

But then again, you loved him. You wanted the best for him.

And the best route for him to go down wasn’t one where he’d be suffering for the rest of his life.

You wanted him to live happily, not live in constant pain.

You knew your decision.

December 31. Almost a week after you made your decision.

Snowflakes fell from the sky outside, coating the ground in a layer of snow.

Within the comfort of your house, the flames crackled in the fireplace, consuming everything it touched.

But even the mesmerising movements of the flames couldn’t distract you from your thoughts. Not after what happened.

Beep…

That final, high-pitched sound. That damn, cursed sound. You knew that single beep would haunt you for years to come. What you did was for your boyfriend’s sake, but at what cost?

“5…4…3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”

You could hear the cheers of Blackrock’s residents from your home as fireworks were launched into the air, painting the black canvas of the sky with bursts of vibrant colour.

“Happy New Year, Subspace…”

A tear trickled down your cheek as you hugged a small photo frame to your chest.

It was the last photo you had of Subspace. A photo you took with him one day before his death.

“…I’ll always love you.”

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aaaaand that’s another story down! hope u guys enjoyed! :D

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*runs*

[milkcookiekin]

nicknames phighting characters would give their s/o (part 2)

subspace - my god/goddess/deity, gorgeous, my other half

“gorgeous, care to help me out here?”

katana - dearest, my soulmate, my husband/wife/spouse (he’s not really creative with this stuff)

“my beautiful little soulmate..”

hyperlaser - doesn’t give you nicknames, he thinks your name is nice.

vine staff - lovely, light of my life, my everything

“you’re so adorable, lovely..”

banhammer - cariño, love bug, sugarplum

“you see them?!” *points to you* “they’re my cariño!”

scythe - darlin’ (in a sexy Southern accent), beautiful, buttercup

“stand behind me, darlin’, I got this.” *little wink*

medkit - my beloved, love, darling (in a sexy British accent)

“I’ll come to bed soon, my beloved..”

[nonymous-nb]

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"Cruelty."

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Just a small drabble due to boredom.. :)

You were his first, and so was he to you.

Medkit and you have been dating for about 2 years.. you both were happy together, people had told the both of you the you guys were like a one true pair. You both were perfect, until the day where you lost feelings for him. You didn't mean to, you swore, it was just how life wanted it.

You both talked it over and tried to do some different things, Medkit knew he needed to let you go though he still tried as he loves you dearly and suggested trying and maybe hangout.. maybe it'll change? Then the time came, where Medkit had to hold himself back from breaking as you utter the word.

"I'm sorry.."

You felt bad, you wanted to comfort him and tell him it was fine, but you knew it's better than trying to continue this one-sided relationship. You were about to leave until Medkit took your hand.

"one.. one last hug..?"

His voice.. it was broken.

"One last hug.."

You then held him in a tight hug, you felt his figure shaking slightly, as he hugs you tighter. He wanted to fight for the both of you, he wants you, he wants you so bad.

why was life so cruel to him?

Now there he was, watching you with someone else, hand in hand. His hand twitched as he wished that you didn't lose feelings, now he's just there in the corner.

He stood there; watching as you gave his enemy a kiss on their forehead, the scientist letting out some giddy nonsense sounds.

"..."

"Why is life so cruel to me?"

*runs away 🏃*

[h3avymachin3ry]

Hi!! How are you!! Is it okay to request for a subspace with a very energetic s/o who likes biografts? Thank you!!

✶⋆.˚OVERDRIVE !

subspace x energetic! gn! reader (who also likes biografts)

i'm doing great, anon! i've had a lot of motivation recently so im spitting shit out like crazy!!! wuah!!!

divider by sister-lucifer! i reblog all of the ones i use on my main- @syx6vii

You were always the first to ask Subspace about his biografts.

"Hey, Subspace! Whatcha doin'?"

Your cheerful voice rings out through his lab, where he's tinkering with a biograft prototype. Clicking and typing away on his computer, as he analyzes the blueprints.

"Oh?! Visiting me in the lab, gorgeous??" He turns his attention to you, swiveling his chair around to face you.

"Well, since you asked—I'm experimenting with different behaviours and mechanisms!! To make them more efficient at..."

His voice trails off, and he continues rambling as you pull up a chair next to him. You nod occaisionally in acknowledgement, admiring the way he goes on and on.... He really loves the fact you listen to him talk about his inventions.

He even assigned a biograft to be your bodyguard.

That means he had to alter the whole kill-on-sight code, but it was worth it! He loved seeing how happy you were.

"Thank you so much, Subspace! I- I don't even know what to say, this is SO COOL!" You exclaimed, glancing back at the biograft with absolute joy.

"I knew you'd like it!! Of course it is I, Subspace T. Mine, who knows my partner the best!!" He beamed.

Subspace loves talking you to sleep while he's spooning you.

It doesn't happen often, since he works pretty late into the night.

But when it does, it's pretty nice. You're curled up against him, your back pressing against his chest.

Your eyelids start to feel heavy, your "mhm"s growing more and more faint.

"Darling??" Subspace says softly, making sure you're asleep before kissing you on the cheek.

"Goodnight, my treasure..."

Subspace never gets tired of you and your energetic personality.

He loves you. Everything about you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you cheerfully burst into his lab, he loves all of it.

"Subspace?"

"Yes, sweetie??"

"Do you.. ever get tired of me? I mean, like, how i'm so.. troublesome, sometimes?"

"No!! Of course not!! How could i ever get tired of you?! Youre, well.. perfect..!!" ♡

:D I don't really know how to write energetic personalities since im dead inside myself but i hope this is ok!!!

[phighterss]

★ Subspace Relationship Headcanons ★

tags: subspace/reader, general relationship headcanons, sfw

★ Subspace, in general, is a very prideful demon, he’s proud of his achievements. his inventions, his experiments, and his region.

★ When you become his S/O, you better bet that list just got longer.

★ He adores you with all of his being. I’m not joking, he would do anything for you. Make an invention for you? Sure. Kill somebody who ruined your day in a painful and merciless manner? Of course! Subspace worships the very ground you stand on and he isn’t afraid to make it known through his words and actions.

★ Subspace yaps nonstop about you to his coworkers and when his coworkers aren’t around, he’ll just talk to his Biografts, gleefully kicking his feet and giggling while writing down logs for his experiments (that he will definitely show you later, without a doubt.)

★ If you’re away for a while, he will lend you Zeta and insist they come with. Subspace wants to make sure you’re okay at all times, so who’s more qualified for the job of protecting you, than his more reliable Biograft of all time?

★ Whenever Subspace is off-duty, expect him to spend the whole day cuddled up close to your side or going out on a date with you. When I say this man loves spending time with you, I mean it. He wants to spend every waking moment with you by his side and has even tried to convince you to drop by while he’s on-duty so you can be together while he’s working (he’s that desperate.)

★ Subspace, as we all know, is a batshit crazy mad scientist. He is not afraid to kill someone who harasses you or even so much as looks at you the wrong way. Attempting to convince him not to hurt somebody is often futile. He is very violent and in his rage-filled moments, he is hard to snap out of it.

★ He loves to participates in phights with you, same team or not. If you are on the same team, expect him to be the one at your side protecting/assisting you at all times. When on the opposite team, he will go extra soft and easy on you, regardless of your strength. Subspace loves you to death and he can’t bring himself to hurt you too much with his poison. Oh, he couldn’t bear to see you hurt, especially not by his own hand!

★ After phights, please praise him. Subspace is a sucker for being praised and a stroke to the ego is just enough to make him fall in love with you all over again. He wants to be treated like he’s on a pedestal, so when his partner decides to compliment him, for even the most innocent of things, he melts instantly.

★ Subspace has definitely made inventions with you in mind. So if you ever voice your complaints about anything, like a defective watch, broken electronics, or an old toothbrush, on his days off, expect him to bring home a few little nifty gifts he was cooking up after he finished up his experiments and Biograft enhancements.

★ You can’t convince me otherwise that Subspace is a creep. He would probably follow you around without you knowing or send one of his Biografts on over to watch you. He just wants to know your safe at all times, and obsessively thinks about what would happen if he isn’t there to protect you and ends up overthinking it to the point where he kind of stalks you.

★ He’s a huge flirt with you. He doesn’t care where he does it, who’s watching, or if you’re in the middle of a phight. Subspace wants to vocalize his deep admiration for you and thinks that flushed pigmentation on your pretty face is to die for.

★ He’s very touchy. Always has his hands on you at all times. One arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close to him, or your hand in his. Any sort of physical contact is a huge yes for him.

★ Very much into PDA. Not afraid to show you off to public and make everyone envious that the prettiest demon in the entirety of the four regions combined is all his!

★ As much as he likes showing you off, he despises when anybody tries to make advancements on you or shows even slight interest in you. It makes him want to kidnap them and preform whatever cruel experiments he’s cooking up. Extremely possessive.

★ If I had to rate him a number from 1-10, i’d have to say i’d give him a 7. Can offer you all the affection in the world and more, but can be extremely unstable and violent towards others.

★ Conclusion: We love and worship Subspace here, guys!!!

[bloodyinkandquill]

Subspace x Reader

yippee, tried to be be as character accurate as possible since this man is an asshole /aff

- When you first met ‘the great’ Subspace T. Mine you thought he was too loud and cocky, but after getting to know him you realized that he was but he also had a more affectionate side to him, though he usually only showed it in private, he had an image to maintain!

- You’d just affectionately roll your eyes and scoff as he went on and on about how great he is, you found the best way to get him to quiet down is to pet his head between his upper horns, he’d just go quiet and was much more tolerable, it embarrassed him but he loved it so he didn’t complain too much, he just loved talking about how great he was, even if you already knew that

- Despite him going on and on about his experiments and great successes he absolutely forbid you from entering his lab, too many toxic substances and chemicals he wouldn’t be able to handle it if you got injured because of him, especially seeing what they’ve done to him, speaking of while he acts all nonchalant and like it doesn’t affect him, you know how he is behind closed doors, holding him as he shakes from just how excruciating of pain he’s in, it’s unbearable sometimes and you do all you can to make it better for him, but there’s only so much comfort you can provide

- He is absolutely infatuated with you, he’s never been so in love before, honestly he was started to question if he’d ever find love till you, he spoils you even if you protest it, being the head of Blackrock’s science and engineering he makes a very good amount of money, plus occasionally participating in phights gives him extra bux as well, so he gets you extravagant gifts and takes you on needlessly fancy dates, you roll your eyes at the pampering but if that’s how he wants to express his love for you you won’t say no

- He wants to touch you, hold you close, kiss you, but with the poison littering his entire body it’s not the safest to do, so he just goes for small safe touches, holding your hand with the non-decaying one, bonking your shoulder with one of his horns, carefully as to make sure his crystal doesn’t touch you, he avoids kissing you too much, since his mouth is also affected by the rot, but if you want to pepper his face all over with kisses while he has his gas mask and bandage on he will absolutely not complain

- Subspace definitely uses his experiments to make really odd gifts, one of the only times he allowed you in his lab he showed you a chemical reaction, from a safe distance away, that produced heart-like smoke clouds, you thought it was sweet but a little concerning, you also stopped caring about if he came back form the lab with what might have been blood on his uniform, though if you thought it might have been his blood you still worried

- Jealous beyond belief, someone so much as looks at you he’s snarling at them from behind his mask and pulling you closer to him

- He’s tall but not the tallest so if you are taller than him he huffs about it saying how dare you be taller than him, you roll your eyes and pick him up like a cat by the scruff, if your strong enough, and he just dangles there absolutely fucking gobsmacked that you dare do that, it’s so funny you have to stop yourself from dropping him because your laughing so fucking hard

- He is constantly boasting to you about himself, he’s egotistical but it’s something about him you love, you just smile and tell him you know he’s amazing, that gets him a bit flustered as he stammers before continuing on about his greatness and expertise

- Subspace probably has a Biograft with the specific job of watching over you whenever you go somewhere without him, like he’s in his lab working and you go out to get groceries, you get some stares at the store for having a 5’8 robot standing behind you scanning anyone who gets near you but you’ve just gotten used to it by now

- I like to think he purrs, laying his head on your body, maybe lap or chest and you just pet his head as he purrs contently, if anyone saw he would so absolutely berserk about someone seeing the powerful head scientistof Blackrock in such a domestic moment, probably threatens them not to say a word as you sigh and tell him to stop threatening people

sorry if these are a bit ramble-y, hope they’re good tried my best to be accurate to his character while still being good for self shippers lmaooo, my best friend is actually a subspace simp, i’m unsure if he’s a self shipper but i do know she’s absolutely in love with this man, i just smile and non and send them art of him, he sends me art of lampert in return because i am so autistic over him, seeing art of him is not enough i need to become him, anyways thanks for reading this was fun like always!

UPDATE: sent it to said friend and she adored it so yippee!!

[interastical]

Another Phighting writing account??YAYYAYYAYAYAY

can you do yan!Subspace x former assassin!reader (reader is gender neutral!). The reader was from Blackrock but ran away and uhh Subspace kinda found them again.. oneshot please!

(I stole this request from someone because the other writer hasnt update for a while and I am in desperate need of fanfics.. thank youu!)

sorry for taking so long on requests! i've got a good handful in my inbox now and since i got a lot of my assignments out of the way, i can start working on these ahaha

requests are also still open! please feel free to send some my way in my inbox :)

aanyways, thank u for being so patient!!! here we go

tw - yandere themes, kidnapping, drugging, semi-realistic violence

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♡ YAN ! SUBSPACE X READER ♡

˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖

Your life at BLACKROCK was -- to put it bluntly, a living hell.

Your entire life, all you ever knew from the moment you entered this world and were shipped off to that horrid faction, was violence, war, weaponry, and murder.

You were trained to hurt people. Hurt demons who dared try to question Blackrock. Those who tried to flee, to escape the freezing confines of the place.

Rules were strictly abided to at Blackrock. Make one mistake -- consider yourself a goner. The best outcome was you being thrown in prison, the worst outcome was being slaughtered publicly.

You were made to abide by the rules and silence those who made the smallest of mistakes.

Nobody ever thought you'd break the rules one day yourself.

So when you one day disappeared, having vanished off the face of the Inpherno, Blackrock believed you were a goner.

That was far from the truth.

You knew the ins and outs of the faction, making your escape was relatively easy -- a cakewalk.

As an assassin, you specialized in stealth, speed, and agility. Maneuvering past guards and treading through freezing cold blizzards did not falter your escape in the slightest.

And when you were finally out, taking a deep breath of the fresher, evenly temperature air, you believed to be in the clear, as long as you managed to keep a life of anonymity, what could go wrong?

And you were right -- everything was fine.

Until one day, when mindlessly watching a PHIGHT, you noticed a familiar face participating in the round.

Subspace T. Mine.

You felt your heart stop in the moment.

Back in Blackrock, the two of you hardly had any form of connection. Rarely spoke to one another, as the two of you were on completely different fields of work.

His rambles about discovery and science nonsense made no sense to you. His work partner - Medkit, seemed constantly annoyed by the guy's presence as well.

You always talked to Hyperlaser more often. You still occasionally met up with him and Katana to go out for drinks in Crossroads -- as Hyperlaser was your only friend from Blackrock who swore to keep your existence a secret to that awful, awful faction.

But you did always take note of how Subspace.. stared at you often, whenever the two of you did manage to encounter one another back in Blackrock.

You remember constantly asking him if he needed something, and he'd whip out some awful excuse, saying how he was just "focusing on something next to you" or "staring off into space".

Yet, he always did it often. It got on your nerves.

The guy was .. a little weird. It's no wonder you constantly avoided him.

But Subspace... knew everything about you. Unbeknownst to you.

He'd often send a Biograft to just .. watch as you worked in Blackrock. He was so utterly captivated by the way you'd wipe out any filthy traitors with a single swipe of your blade.

You were so.. powerful -- flawless, perfect.

Subspace wanted everything you had.

Subspace wanted you.

The way their blood would hit your face, your stoic expression unchanged at their screams and cries -- as you silenced them with ease.

He so badly wanted to talk to you. But he could never find the courage to do so, despite his greatness, talking to you was his only flaw.

Medkit was often forced to listen to his constant rambles about you, often tuning it out and focusing on crystal studies.

But oh -- did Subspace just want to bring you in, set you down and tear you open, digging around at your inner workings, watching as your blood would stain his skin.

He needed you.

So when you disappeared, Subspace was devastated.

His work became sloppy, slower, and his emotions became violent.

Medkit suffered the consequences of his outbursts.

Nothing was never enough. Not without you. He needed to see you again -- even if you were some lifeless, rotting corpse in the midst of a blizzard, or if you were out there somewhere, he needed to find you.

So when he felt eyes on him during a PHIGHT match that he'd found himself participating in, he turned his head.

And he saw you.

You looked different. Your appearance was different, but it did not change the fact that your face was the same.

He found you.

The match? Subspace didn't care about some stupid bux anymore. You instantly clouded his mind. Thoughts of you, your face, your skills, your expression -- everything.

He could hardly hold back the manic laughter bubbling in his chest, rising to his throat.

Subspace had found you.

And he wasn't going to lose you again.

Walking home to your apartment in Crossroads late that night was no unusual activity for you. After saying your goodbyes to Hyperlaser and Katana, you strolled down the empty sidewalk, your apartment building only a few blocks away.

The sounds of crickets in the distance, the soft breeze of the night and the lack of any demons around was rather peaceful for you.

Thoughts of seeing Subspace again had almost completely left your mind, the soft buzz of alcohol from drinking earlier had you a little more careless.

But the sudden rustle of a bush from not far behind you shattered the relaxation you were undergoing, as you froze.

As a trained assassin in the past, you had high reflexes. Any slight noise off in the distance; you were trained to take note of, and prepare to defend yourself.

The night grew still.

You swore you heard quick footsteps.

Multiple footsteps. Two people, max.

One sounded.. normal. The other sounded heavier.

Something wasn't right here.

You quickly took a few steps back, not taking your eyes off of the bushes behind you, your dominant hand moving to reach for your gear so that you could summon it--

You were suddenly yanked backwards by cold, rough, metallic hands wrapping around your waist, locking your arms to your sides.

It wasn't a demon's skin that you felt from your assailant.

" TARGET ACQIRED. "

You knew those voices.

Biografts.

A Biograft was holding you still.

" PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RESIST. "

You ignored the bucket of bolts, slamming your head back onto the robot's in hopes to damage it enough for it to loosen its grip, allowing you to escape.

As you felt the arms around you begin to loosen, a figure suddenly ran in front of you.

You felt a sharp pinch in your neck.

You screamed.

Not out of pain, you were trained to have a high pain tolerance.

But you weren't an idiot. You were clearly getting kidnapped -- and you'd most likely just got some kind of injection.

A cold hand covered your mouth.

"..shh, shh." a familiar voice -- slightly muffled underneath a mask, spoke. "Don't scream, beloved. I only gave you a small pinch!"

The demon in front of you -- you recognized him instantly with horror.

Subspace.

You -- how -- he actually noticed you earlier?!

You noticed your vision growing foggier and foggier - your brain turning into mush as comprehending thoughts became harder and harder.

no no no no noononono

You felt Subspace move his hand away from your mouth and over towards your cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb.

"Don't panic." Subspace reassured -- his voice becoming quieter and quieter, sounding farther off into the distance as your consciousness was quickly deteriorating. "I'll take good care of you."

The last thing you felt was being slowly lifted up by the Biograft - and your world faded to darkness.

[exnoiafork]

I need my Subspace x reader.. wuahahahahaaa need… NEEEDDDDD

please take my hand in marriage

Happy Birthday!Subspace x reader :3

[you ran up to subspace, wrapping your arms around him him. you actually prepared a bunch of gifts for ur boyfriend about 3 days before October 23, and you couldn’t wait to see his priceless reactions to the stuff you got him. First of all you got.. oh god don’t get ahead of yourself Y/N!!]

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR!!”

[Subspace turns around, and he gasps.. um.. dramatically’s the word. Anyway, um he seems really flustered, NO ONE was happy to celebrate his birthday before for obvious reasons. he just played “screams.of.victims.mp4” on repeat while eating a cake he probably bought from a convenience store. So yeah.. really surprised I guess..]

“Y/N!! Come here, the GREAT “Subspace T. Mine” has a cake we can both eat!!!”

[that sounded overly dramatic..]

“Alright.. alright! Here.. I have some of your favorites!”

[You chuckle, amused (?) by how energetic he is. As if he’s not always like that. You give him bacon and eggs.. yeah. really basic but he gobbles it up like some ancient gluttonus beast that’s been starving for the last 300 years.]

“Oh jeez.. be careful, you might choke!”

[You giggled, though you can’t blame him. Hunger is a strong thing that barely anyone can phight.]

[you’re giggling as if he’s not a step closer to death. holding in tears.. :3]

S;T: @subspacekisser1

[vinestaffery]

Hey guys, I am so sorry for all the angst. As for a gift, I've decided to give you all some sort of comfort scenario. I've also lately been on a very bad writer's block, so I apologize for no posts. School is back, and I am not doing well, but I decided to let my heart out through writing comfort scenarios.

Make sure to take care of yourselves and to always look out for your immediate needs. You are special, you are loved, and you are adored in this world. Even though it may not feel like there is never going to be an end to a certain pain of suffering, it will get better in the long run. You are deserving of all the love in the world; you are cherished gracefully and gently by the wind and nature. Never let yourself down. <3

Some of these scenarios may not have had written paragraphs, but I probably explained them well enough in their bullet points!!!!

CW/TW: briefly mentions of abuse/attempted kidnapping, self-harm, attempted suicide, and harrassment. These topics aren't described perfectly or explicit, but are mentioned within the scenarios. If these trigger you, please avoid this post at all costs. Thank you.

B. ZUKA.

He knew not to trust you at night alone, weary that you could've gotten lost or hurt somewhere.

People in Cross Roads can be dangerous, as the mixture of different factions all combine together there, right in the center.

When you came home late, he wanted to discuss where you were.

"Where were you all night? I was worried and concerned."

He looked serious, and it frightened you.

"I was just out with some friends."

He didn't take it too kindly that you were ignorant and gave him the cold shoulder.

Even avoiding eye contact.

He knew something was up, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

He investigated your arms, especially the one you held onto with your spare hand.

Bruises that were scattered across your forearm

God, the fury he felt when he found out you had been harmed at night made him even more angry.

Not just angry at the prepatrator, but not even being there to help you.

To support you

What good of a boyfriend is he if he can't even protect you alone?

"Who did this?" You couldn't breathe.

"It was no one, Zuka, I promise you."

"No, who did this?" There it was.

The full-blown worry and anger that he would relish in if he found out who did it.

You listed the appearance of the demon that had tried luring you into an alleyway.

Lucky enough to escape with a few bruises, you had gotten home.

Home to where now, your boyfriend cradles you in his arms.

He treated your wounds, making sure they didn't hurt as much as they did before.

"I'm sorry for not being there." Hearing him so defeated, it was too much.

You could feel the brink of tears escaping your eyes.

"Who did this to you?" Zuka threatened. You hesitated, not wanting to burden him with your worries. But his protective nature was evident in the way he held you tighter, waiting for an answer that you weren't ready to give. The fear of retaliation from the demon kept you silent, knowing that revealing the truth could only lead to more danger.

"I... I don't know; look, it's nothing." You tried to avoid the topic. The thoughts and feelings of their hand on the direct spot were bruised; it was too much to handle. Zuka's gaze softened as he wiped away your tears, his concern evident in his eyes. "You don't have to face this alone," he reassured you, his voice filled with determination to protect you from whatever was causing you pain.

"Can I please see what they did? So I can treat it." Zuka asked, permission was key in times like these and was definitely needed. Your mindset was scattered everywhere, untidied wires trying to connect comforting topics and memories. It struggled to block out the demon moments ago. Zuka's A gentle touch on your shoulder brought you back to the present moment, his calming presence giving you a sense of security. "I trust you," you whispered, allowing him to inspect the bruise and provide the care you needed. He nodded, taking your arm into his gentle palms. They were calloused and rough, but they brought back the feeling of love and home. A place you were fond of, set in your destined memories. Zuka's Touch was a reminder of the unwavering support he always provided, a beacon of light in your darkest moments. As he began to tend to your bruise, you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you, knowing that you were not alone in facing your demons.

"There, it should be able to not hurt as much, but still be careful." Zuka muttered, his hands laying on your elbows before pulling you into a hug. He kissed the top of your forehead, swaying slowly left and right. In that moment, you realized how lucky you were to have someone like Zuka in your life. His presence brought a sense of comfort and reassurance that everything would be okay in the end. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to fully embrace the warmth of his embrace.

DOM.

You understood that popularity wasn't your thing.

So did Dom.

But when it came to paparazzi, it was horrible.

Every day, you had to live with trying to cover yourself from photographers and fangirls that would pretrude on your residence.

Sometimes, I even have to deal with harassment every morning because of it.

It overwhelmed you a lot, especially when you just wanted to be with your partner.

You'd have to watch Paparazzi get scared off by Firebrand.

But one night, you had a weird text come through.

Some anonymous fangirl who had threatened the lives of you and Dom's

It was terrifying and heartbreaking to see such threats made against you for just having Dom as a partner.

Of course, you didn't want to bring it up.

Why bring up something that you can totally deal with yourself?

Oh, how you were wrong.

Days on end, you were getting texts and calls.

It made you unbearably grouchy, and Dom could tell.

When it started to get mentally twisty, your arms became a stress reliever for you.

That's when Dom had to step in after finding you in your bed, completely drained.

The phone is going off constantly.

"My Eminence, what seems to be the matter? You've been locked in your room for days."

All you could do was croak and fall to tears.

"I can't do this anymore, Dom, the calls, the messages!—"

He was shocked when he heard your phone go off again—another call.

When you went to pick it up, Dom grabbed it first before you.

A snarky, swearing demon screamed on the other side.

Death-threats and others, it was revolting to hear.

"Who is this? You best own yourself up, you freak. Harassing my girlfriend? I'll have you burnt to a crisp," and boy, that shut them up real good.

You were shaky, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down as Dom hung up and placed the phone flat on its screen.

His eyes seemed to go from rage to soft care and worry.

"My Eminence, my Universe, why didn't you tell me about this?"

You fell into his caring arms once more.

Maybe, just maybe, if you weren't afraid of speaking up, this would've ended.

The thoughts grew stronger, and he could tell.

"My Universe, Eminence, don't let thoughts that may fill your mind with unneeded water fill your mind; it was not your fault; it's okay to be afraid if you can't speak up about that stuff."

You only let out a shaky breath, a sniffle, and a sob.

"I was so afraid you'd hate me that you'd call me horrible things."

His heart broke, and you couldn't trust him at all.

"Oh, my star's goddess, I'd never hate you; I'm worried sick! Please, never ever let yourself be afraid to inform me of such poverty."

You only let out a smile and a confirming nod, which he took in as an answer.

"How about we go to your favorite store, hm? The one you love dragging me to."

SCYTHE.

Days were growing overwhelming by the second.

When you decided to move to Lost Temple as one to join Scythe, you didn't expect it to be so hard unboxing everything and walking down the streets in opposite attire.

Lost Temple and Thieves Den had entirely different aesthetics, especially for you.

Scythe knew how hard it is to change factions, especially with how they are looked down upon.

"Angel Eyes, is that you?"

You had only been ridiculed a few hours before Scythe's return home from work.

Sobbing endlessly, it never seemed to stop.

"Angel Eyes?"

Her voice was more worried as she soon began to kick down the door.

You had forgotten to get her a spare key, but mostly because of the stuff going on.

They had been rejecting all offers to you, overpricing food access, etc.

It was overwhelming.

You were subjected to such measures of torment for even being there.

"Darling! I'm coming' in on a one, two."

You unlocked the door, letting out a loud click! The door is slowly sliding open.

"Aah, my dear. What's got 'ya lockin' the door so early?"

"Just some things, safety, and all that."

Scythe knew you were wrong, as for the look in your eyes.

"Angel Eyes, I know what's up; how's about you letting me in?"

You nodded, letting her in as you watched her march on in and grab onto you.

She dragged you onto her lap as she spread her legs across the couch, laying her mechanical weapon down on the side.

Her hands lay on your hands and thighs, staring up at you.

She could see the tears that twinkled ever so neatly.

"Ya' been cryin'; what's the matter?"

"Just... some things happen, Scythe."

"Just some things, ay?"

You nodded, but she knew much more than you did.

Her eyes stared gently into yours, a gloved hand reaching to lay neatly on your cheek. Scythe sighed. "Sugar, You know you can always talk to me, right?" She whispered softly, her voice filled with genuine concern. You knew you were afraid to open up, but you did so anyway. You were hesitant.

"Some of the people in this town don't like me at all. "You really don't like me at all." Scythe's expression softened as she listened, her hand gently rubbing your cheek in a comforting gesture. "I'm sorry to hear that, sugar. But don't you worry, I've got your back," she reassured you with a warm smile. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, grateful for her unwavering support in the face of adversity.

"You're a good person, and that's all that matters," Scythe added, her eyes filled with understanding. With her by your side, you felt a newfound sense of courage to face the challenges ahead. "I know, I'm just... afraid? What if something happens to me?" Scythe's eyes darkened as she nodded. Something could happen to you if you weren't careful or someone took your presence wrongly.

"Stay vigilant and trust your instincts," she advised, her voice firm yet comforting. With Scythe's guidance, you knew you had a strong ally to help navigate the uncertainties that lay ahead. "And the broker is always a call away." Broker was a close friend of yours, so you knew what to do if Scythe wasn't around to support you.

"You got me, sugar?" Scythe asked, fingers holding onto your chin as you stared and nodded. "Yes, Scythe." She let out a smile. "That's my good, angel."

SUBSPACE.

THE GREATEST INVENTOR OF ALL OF BLACKROCK!! And he's YOUR partner!

If that didn't risk you getting strange looks from others and such an overwhelming reputation in Blackrock,.

Subspace was always busy, sometimes never having as much time as you two used to as kids.

After Medkit's whole fasco, he's been going insane over the crystals while you watched you two lose time with each other.

You thought maybe, just maybe, Subspace would slowly forget about your own existence.

But you couldn't let those thoughts trick you! He'd never do so!!!!

That's if they weren't 'true' from the start of the gossip train.

"Did you hear? Subspace was out with another demon!"

"Isn't he supposedly with someone already?"

It was heartbreaking to find out that your own partner had decided to spend time with someone entirely different, and even much longer than ever.

"I heard it was a date!"

"I feel bad for his actual partner; that's so sad."

Then, the mean comments started riding in about you.

Rumors.

Endless, endless rumors.

It was getting so much that you ended up attempting that very night.

Yours and Subspace's anniversary.

"MY PRECIOUS TREASURE!! I'M HOME!"

You sat in the bathtub, the pill bottle clear of any, as you slowly dunked your head.

"Precious? Where are you? I must tell you about my new biograft invention!!!"

Only a few more seconds, as the voice of his became nothing but a fine line of void.

The blaring light of the hospital ceiling eroded through your vision.

Was this heaven? Valhalla?

"MY PRECIOUS!!"

Subspace? Your partner? What's he doing here?

His arms wrapped around you as he sobbed. How could you do this to him? How could you leave him?

"Never, ever, do that again! You had me scared half to SOFTH!"

You stared at the pink-red demon that had been crying endlessly at you. You could tell by his puffy, red eyes.

"What happened?"

"I found you in the bathtub; I was lucky enough to even get to you in time."

The seriousness in his voice conveyed serious regret as you sobbed and cried.

"I don't deserve this; why'd you take me away? Why aren't you with the other person you met up with in the cafe?"

"ANOTHER PERSON!? What are you talking about, my precious?"

"The RUMORS!! Everyone's been talking about how you were on a date with someone else, cheating on me!!"

Subspace was confused. Is she cheating on you? Oh, he'd have his own creation chop his head off and finish him!

"Cheating!? My precious, my pearl, my gem! What ridiculous rumors you've managed to get ahold of! I'd never cheat on you, never!"

You stared at him.

"Really?"

"REALLY! I was just meeting up with Hyperlaser about my biografts and inventions! Nothing more! I had even purchased you fine, delicate flowers to put in your vase once more."

You were stunned— absolutely stunned. He never cheated on you; it was all a misunderstanding.

"But the proof? The…"

"Whoever was stalking us, my precious, it is not true! I love you with my fullest heart, and I would never replace you with anyone else. You deserve the world, if not the whole universe! I would do anything to make you happy, precious!!"

"Now, please, never pull such stunts again... I love you dearly!!!!"

Maybe, just maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

"Alright..."

"Rest, my gem!! I will be here always, from now on."

And so, you did.

[sojuzz]

well idk if I have asked this before since im a forgetful persob but can u do Subspace and taller reader plslss im so odwn bad for this 30 y/o man

★Subspace x Taller Reader

-scary ass dog priveleges,dating him means you get a chihuahua.

-he calls you/petnames: my fucking Christmas tree,dearest,doll,gorgeous, hotstuff..

-i think this man is just salty as much as he loves you when it comes to you being taller than him

-you honesty can't even kiss him in the mouth without it reeking of blood

-to stubborn to admit that he loves you really.

-subspace purposefully tells you to grab him something off a shelf he can reach, ask him why cant he just do it since hes the right height and he says "your taller" with a scoff

-all bark no bite

-he likes it when you try and cook him things

-honestly how does he even kiss you?? You'll either feel the mask or a disfigured mouth that REEKS of blood

-i just thought of something so funny..like imagine he stacks discarded biografts just to be taller than you..HELP

-makes you learn the periodic table

-"you know doll,were like a happy family, you, me and a microwave of a robot."

-the duo i think you guys would be is walter and jesse

-tries to impress you with a shelter of explosive crimson crystals

-its giving "bitch to the world soft for my lover"

A/N:im giggling so hard GOODBYE

[lavenderscented-stories]

I have had this shitty ass scenario rotating in my head for the whole fucking night. Basically the whole sub vs med x reader BUT neither of them get to confess before the disaster, shit happens and reader doesn't recognize their friends (as in the disaster fucked them up) Medkit escapes Blackrock meaning reader never sees him after that....and then reader just distances themselve from Subspace bc he got WAAAYY worse than he was before and they were just scared of him. Bonus points if reader moves to another faction and doesn't talk to either of them for YEARS fearing what might happen. and then boom they meet these fuckers in a phighting match. Can u tell I love pain. (Btw not necessarily a request just sharing this here)

I need to dissect your mind to find more scenarios.

You’re so right about this, Subspace and Medkit absolutely regretting the fact that they never got to confess for who knows how long. Subspace would most likely rant about it to a random Biograft while Medkit vague posts about you to Scythe (I miss my wife tails meme)

Imagine the reader is the reason why he says “I charge extra for emotional attachment” like- in game it’s a funny little quip but here it has MEANING

Reader becoming a Phighter for the haha silly but then The Horrors™️ (they try to avoid the two of them as MUCH as possible but it’s inevitable)

Everyone is confused about the three of them, especially those who are close to reader

Subspace, Medkit & Reader when they all meet up for the first time:

[piplup335]

Subspace and reader who got yeeted into Phighting!

This took too long…second fic, requested by @subspacekisser1! Enjoy, and thanks for taking a week’s worth of my time! :D

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It was supposed to be a generic bug in your favourite game. One that you wanted to check out. A small portion of Crossroads bugged out, and you wanted to check it out.

Just for laughs, you joined a small group of players by Crossroads' edge and jumped into the water. Like the good times, of course, when life and death didn’t matter and everything was just a game.

As you watched the other players jump off the border of Crossroads and into the sea, phasing through the floor, you followed suit.

One jump and you were falling…falling towards the water, through the ground and into the endless void…

All of a sudden, your eyes started to ache.

Perhaps the beautiful sight of the void was getting too much for you to handle? The eternal blue was quite saturated, after all...

You watched as your main, Subspace, fell into the void, with no end point in sight, falling…wondering when it would end…

Your eyes grew tired, and they started aching. You closed your eyes to let them rest…and the relief from that washed over you like a gentle breeze.

Only now, that gentle breeze felt like an entire hurricane.

Opening your eyes again to see the source of the strong winds, you see the blue void again…but it’s much closer up than you remember.

Deciding to turn your head away from the screen and rest your eyes, you turn left.

The sight of the endless void greets you, almost as if sneering in your face.

The winds that rushed past you? That’s because you were falling into the void.

It’s almost as if the void was trying to convey a message…

“Welcome to the void, (Y/n),” the winds seemed to whisper to you, “this is where your journey starts, and also where it’ll end.”

How pathetic, having your new life in an unfamiliar universe end minutes after it started? All because of a video game…

A cyan frame of radiant light surrounded you. Abruptly, the winds stopped, the void was silenced and, for the first time in the entire incident…you felt alone. No one was there to whisper condescending words in your ear…nothing was there to give you the sense that you weren’t alone in this final journey.

“This is where it all ends, huh? This is where I’ll die…”

The light pulsed slowly like the faint heartbeat of a dying soul calling out for help.

It gradually sped up, and you felt light...as if you were ascending.

You glanced up.

Oh. You were ascending.

The base of Crossroads seemed to get closer and closer, and you realised that you were about to crash headfirst into the bottom of the concrete pavement in Crossroads.

"Wait, stop, stop! I'm gonna get hit!"

Momentary panic set in as you steadily approached the only plane of ground present seen in the void, protesting to whoever or whatever would respond to your helpless pleas. Just as you came into contact with the undersurface of the concrete, however, the frame pulsed one final time, illuminating the surface above you. A blinding flash of light- and you were gone, like the endless whispers in the void.

All you saw was a bright flash of light. One moment you saw the endless void looming ominously below you, promising an eternity of solitude and suffering...and the next, you feel a rush of wind against your face. It wasn't the eternal cold of the void- instead, it felt like a cooling breeze. A temporary rush of adrenaline coursed through your veins- you felt...energised.

Taking a glance at the new, unfamiliar environment, the adrenaline quickly died down as you took in the now-familiar sight.

Individuals in monochromatic shirts strolled around aimlessly...monochromatic horns protruding from both sides of their heads.

Another glance to your right. You saw a familiar grey van with a familiar one-armed individual...wait, where was half the sunlight? Why's it filtered?

Looking up, a dizzying sight met you. The Crossroads tower...where a certain individual would regularly jump from the top, blaring out a particular tune from a boombox...

Your suspicions were confirmed. You were definitely in Crossroads...

Deciding to explore your surroundings further, you paced on...but didn't expect to crash into someone after just a few steps.

"Ouch!! Watch it!!" the individual screeched.

Rubbing your head, you hissed in pain. You were swiftly silenced, however, as you glanced up at the person you crashed into.

It was Blackrock's greatest scientist.

Subspace.

His pink irises glinted in what little light filtered through Crossroads’ tower.

“Hey, watch your step, will ya- what the hell?? Where’s your horns??”

Reaching up to feel the top of your head, you came into contact with nothing but thin air.

It was then you realised that you may have had some basic knowledge of this world but you came here, but you wouldn’t be provided with one thing.

The traits of the Inpherno’s residents.

"Uhhhhh..."

You trailed off. What were you gonna tell him, you got thrown into the void from some other dimension where the Inpherno was nothing but the starting point for a video game.

Subspace didn't even bother listening to whatever you had to say if you even had anything at all. he immediately began inspecting you, brushing apart strands of your hair to check for whatever stumps of horns may be there, but of course- there was nothing.

"The hell- even Hyperlaser has more signs of horns than you, and all he has left are little stumps beneath his helmet!!"

At that point, you were fairly annoyed, perplexed and stunned. One moment you were playing a video game, and five seconds later you ended up in the game's world itself, as well as the very character you always played as having a most one-sided conversation with you

Feeling annoyed by the lack of information, you groaned to get his attention.

"Dude- the reason I don't have any horns wasn't because they got pulled out or something- I just wasn't born with them."

Finally stopping his endless inspections, Subspace finally paused to stare you in the eye, his gaze boring a hole deep into your soul.

"WHAT?! How could you not have been born with horns?? Every resident in the Inpherno has them, I- what?? HOW?!"

Guess it was time to come clean already...

"Well, uhhhh...I'm not from this world. This dimension, specifically."

At your words, Subspace froze. Not from this world? Wasn't the Inpherno one of the only habitable places for demons? Then how did you get here? What even were you?

"Then...where are you from??" he asked, with a panicked expression. "Are you immortal, since you don't have horns that can be pulled out??"

"Hornless demon- or whatever you are..."

"...you aren't gonna hurt me, are you??"

You were quite shocked by what he said. This was Subspace- him not being his high-and-mighty was something new, contrary to his in-game dialogue.

"I...literally cannot," you say, exasperated, "because I don't have a gear, like you guys."

"WHAT?? You don't have horns to pull out, and yet- you're calling yourself weaker than us?!"

"Yeah, but it's not like-"

"I must get back to the lab to analyse you at once!!"

You stood there, shocked. Follow Subspace back to his lab? You weren't even sure if you would survive his experiments- they were either typical experiments and tests a generic scientist would carry out, or grotesque and unorthodox like a mad scientist. But then again...you were quite interested in the life of your video game main. This was something you had always been curious about- what was Subspace's life like? Weighing your options, you made a decision. You would probably be stuck in the Inpherno for a long time, and this was your only shot at shelter, openly presenting itself to you as if the universe, regardless of how much it wanted to screw you over, still wanted to make your life slightly more bearable in some way.

"Fine...I guess."

"Excellent!! This research will prove useful for my inventions!! Ah, I got too caught up, I forgot to ask!! What's your name??"

At this point, you had nothing to lose."

"...(Y/n)."

"...so yeah, that's how I ended up here..."

You were talking to Subspace on the way back to his lab in Blackrock. The eternal winter from that region was already lingering in the atmosphere- you hadn't even reached Blackrock but were already starting to feel cold.

"So...you're saying that your survival does not primarily depend on a set of horns, but depends on your health condition and age?? Interesting...I do hope that-“

He was cut off by a sneeze from you.

“Sorry, Subspace…too cold.”

Without saying a word, Subspace took off his coat and passed it to you.

“Here, take this…I’m not sure what I need to take into consideration when researching your species…but I hope I can assist with your needs!!”

You held the coat in your arms. The fabric felt soft...and smelt of lavender. Putting on the coat, it felt very comfortable and warm...

You had a feeling that your new life probably wouldn't be so bad after all.

-

and that’s it! sorry if it’s out of character, I’m still new to this ;-;

reqs are open, just go to the pinned msg!

thanks for reading! :D

[milkcookiekin]

jealous phighters! (aka them dealing with creepy people)

subspace - would most likely try to kidnap them and experiment on them, because he’s psychotic.

“maybe you’ll think twice next time before doing that.”

katana - trusts you and is very reasonable, but when they’re not, he just takes you away for a drink. (doesn’t have to be alcoholic)

“shhh, you’re ok now, dearest.”

hyperlaser - would likely make them his next target

“I don’t care if it’s not a part of the job.”

vine staff - emotionally manipulates and “bullies” them into leaving you alone.

“you seriously think you’re worthy of them?”

banhammer - very extra about it, more so than shuriken and boombox are. he’s practically growling angrily at them like he’s about to tear their head off.

“BACK THE FUCK UP, BITCH.”

scythe - very upfront about the fact that she’s your wife, and if they don’t leave you alone, she’ll kill them, it’s as simple as that.

“it’s out of self-defense darlin’, don’t worry about it.”

medkit - is very calm about it, holds your hand to reassure you and let you know you’re safe.

“are they bothering you, my beloved?”

[nonymous-nb]

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Medkit & Subspace x Reader

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"Medkit and Subspace won't stop PHIGHTING."

PHIGHTING! | One-shot | "Fluff" | Romantic..?

Warning/s: [Subspace.]

Extra: [we love Medkit and Subspace daily phighting. + not proofread as always + He/They Reader]

ah, yes.. what a normal day, the soft breeze of the wind, the noises that the civilians make every now and then. You sighed to yourself, quite content at the peaceful atmosphere as you try and munch on your beloved [favorite dessert] and your [favorite drink]. Oh, what could go wrong on this fine day?

"Hm? Oh! [Name]!!" A loud giddy voice called out to you as you flinched not expecting anyone to call you. Looking at the source of voice there you saw him; waving his hand in a fast pace. "Oh, Subspace! I didn't think you're the type of person to come to cafes." You said as you watch him fast-walk towards you, while some civilians avoided him like a plague not wanting to irritate the psychotic scientist. Now that he was near you, he sat down on a vacant seat, his smile getting wider behind his gas mask. "You are absolutely correct, I don't go to cafes!! I just thought having a nice alone chatting time with my beloved.. friend. would be delightful!!" You sense that he didn't didn't really like the word friend, whenever you guys are together. You just shrugged it off not minding it. "Hm, is that so.. then I don't mind...?" Now, you don't hate Subspace, but you have this gut feeling that something bad gonna happen sooner or later. "Now, do tell how you are doing?" He hummed a bit as he asked, propping his head onto his hand as he waits for you to talk. And so you did.

Subspace just continued to stare at you listening to your words attentively, his attention solely on you. Subspace couldn't help his feelings, just being with you just makes him feel something.. warm? And he likes it for some reason. The way you move, smile, talk, laugh— oh, how Subspace just adores you so much! He's just so lovestruck, how can you not see?! The occasional lovestruck glance he gives you, the way he's more touchy with you than usual, the way he let you hold him like he was made for you.. Hell, even Hyperlaser and his Biografts noticed this behavior! Then why can't you?! Subspace couldn't help but think of opening your head that's hiding your brain just to see how you can't see his visible feelings, for you to witness and see how much he loves and wants you! No matter.. you will be his in no time, his plan will work.. it always will. He chuckled darkly to himself as he now put his focus back onto you. The person who made him feel such unspecified feelings. If this was a game, there would be hearts surrounding Subspace right about now.

if only he knew.. that this shlt is an actual game.

"Hope I'm not bothering you, [Name]." Subspace little obsessive daydream came to a halt, as he gave the most irritated and sinister smile to the person that interrupted his little date with you. "Medkit! it's nice to see you again." You exclaimed a bit as you see the very well known wanted healer. "It is a pleasure to see you too, [Name.]" Medkit smiled softly as he looks at you, a smile that has pure adoration and love, but that smile then slightly faltered as he sees a certain scientist. "And I see you're here as well.." He huffed at the scientist. "And I see you like butting in to my conversation as always, Meddy!!" The scientist exclaimed back, his hand on the table turning into a tight fist, trying to stop himself from punching the living crap out of his enemy. He would do that right now.. But not in front of his beloved specimen. "And I see you like disturbing [Name] again as well." The healer glared, his hand twitching to get his gun that's idly sitting on his holster. "The only one who's disturbing [Name] is you. Why don't you go somewhere else and leave us alone." Subspace hissed as Medkit came closer to you, the hand that's trying not so hard to punch Medkit now gripped the poor table. You could hear the small cracking sound it's producing.

Watching the two duo silently and quietly made you sweat, you see the civilians in the corner of your eye looking at the scene while walking away quickly not wanting to be caught up in that mess, some of them gave you sympathetic looks as they left as well. Damn, you're stuck here with no help. How nice is that?

You figeted with your fingers and try to think of possible ways to defuse the two large ticking bombs in front of you. "Uh, would.. would you guys like to.. well— go somewhere to calm down or..?" Yeah, you're bad at this crap. You began to sweat more as the duo looked at you and stared. You couldn't really decipher what they're thinking, it looks like it'll take a while longer to make them calm. "I think I'd like that!!" Subspace suddenly stood up from his seat taking your arm, as he pulled you onto him, his grip tight, but not tight enough to hurt you, no. Subspace will think of branding you in another way possible. Just to show this teal phuck who you already belong to.

Not expecting him to yank you over to stand up; your beloved drink then spilled over, due to the slight bump you had on with the table. "My beloved drink.." You thought to yourself, quite sorrowful. But that thought stopped as you felt someone else tugged you away from Subspace grip. "Sorry, I think you already have a.. fair share amount of time with [Name], it's best if you leave them in my care." Medkit held you as if he's protecting you from the danger, that danger being Subspace. The scientist couldn't help but widen his eye. Medkit? The traitor.. the motherphucking bitch who had the audacity who left Blackrock just for his own selfishness, is here to take you away, especially from him? Oh, he can't have that. "Hands off them, Medkit." Subspace horns lit up hot magenta, once he gets you away, he'll make sure to shove a tripmine down Medkit's throat, as he gripped your free arm. Medkit just gave him a glare, almost daring him to make a move, he knew that once Subspace starts acting up. You wouldn't trust him ever again.. Not like you should of.

You never wanted anything than to leave in peace right now.

Dear Illumina, what did you do to get this unlucky. What are you gonna do now? These two are about to rip your arms off. But it looks like some deity felt pity for you as the well known warden is here. "You two." He started off as he stood above your little group. "Are making so much scene in this area." He halfly growled at the two demons, his face then faced towards you before looking back at the two demons. "And you two had the audacity to cost trouble for this civilian." He couldn't help but sighed as he took you out of the two demons' grasp. Neither of them liked that. "Oh, isn't it the infamous warden!! Would you mind and take this abomination outta here? he's ruining [Name]'s and I's moment!!" He exclaimed as he pointed an accusing finger at the healer. "Am I really the problem, or are your psychological tendencies is just that bad." The two then started to bicker with each other, spilling threats by threats while you just went away and talk with the warden.

...

"That's all that happened, sorry that they caused too much trouble." You apologized at the warden, vouching for those two. "hm, don't worry 'bout it, I shall escort them away, do be mindful with those two.. they're a big headache." He told you as he went to where the duo were to take them away. "What— Why are you taking me away!? I'll have you remember that I, Subspace T. Mine, does NOT accept this!!" Subspace began thrashing around like a rapid animal, hissing as BanHammer held onto him, hard, to restrain his movements. "You're lucky that someone higher than me is on your side, if not, then you would be in Banland not too long ago." BanHammer snapped at Subspace, as he was about to do the same to Medkit, just to see that he's gone. BanHammer couldn't help but release a small irritated sigh. As he took the thrashing Subspace away.

Subspace looked back at you and gave you a sad glance, your heart slightly ached at the look of his face, wanting to help him but they're no longer in your sight.

"I guessed that's slightly fixed." You flinched a bit as you didn't expect Medkit to pop out of nowhere. "What the fu—" You were about to finish your sentence until he hugged you. "Sorry that you had to deal with that guy.." Medkit kept you in his arms, holding you like you were hurt, letting you go for a moment as he looks at you, smiling. He was about to say something until he heard a familiar voice called for his name, his remaining eye twitched at the timing of a certain dealer. He then looked back at you and smiled once more. "Let's go and hang out again sometime again." He bid his farewell as he took your hand to softly plant a kiss onto it, walking away to the shadowed corridor to leave.

You just stood there trying to figure out what even is happening in your life, you just wanted some drink and desserts.

"Wait, are they gay for me—"

[Woah, another update— what am I on rn..💀 you can also tell that I have no idea what to do at the end :sob:]

[deoreoo]

hi i really like your writing!! i was wondering if you could do like subspace x reader snd the reader is a rivaling scientist or engineer from a different faction like playground or something, i think that would be cool have a nice day!! :3

LITOST

Subspace × Engineer Reader!

Okay so uhm... im not really busy now ish??? BUT YEAH IM BACK!!

Under the dim light of a solitary desk lamp, You were furiously scribbling notes onto a stack of paper the room around you filled with a haphazard array of discarded prototypes and crumpled drafts.

The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, its rhythmic cadence almost mocking the sense of urgency in your movements. Each stroke of the pen brought forth ideas that, while promising in the moment seemed to fall short of the breakthrough they desperately sought

With a frustrated groan You tossed the latest draft into the trashcan, but it missed its mark, fluttering down to join the scattered debris on the floor

The pile of crumpled papers, filled with half-formed theories and abandoned dreams, continued to grow a silent testament to the countless hours spent chasing the elusive spark of innovation.

A few seconds pass before you slammed your own forehead onto the desk with a dull thud, the impact barely registering over the throbbing frustration that seemed to pulse in temples. The room was eerily quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers and the low anguished murmurs that escaped from your lips.

"Maybe this is like karma for choosing engineering..."

As the minutes dragged on you felt your eyelids grow heavier with each passing second. The relentless strain of the long hours began to weigh on them, pulling your own thoughts into a foggy haze

Your poor attempts to stay awake became more desperate punctuated by occasional, futile slaps to their cheeks and half-hearted sips of cold coffee- jumping up in down inside your apartment, and even walking around playground's park

Despite the best efforts, you return back to your apartment the room's dim light seemed to blur and waver as your eyes struggled to stay open.

Soon enough your head drooped slightly, chin resting on the crumpled notes spread out on the desk. Breathing slowed, becoming more rhythmic and even, as the exhaustion began to overtake their frustration The ideas that had once seemed so vital now floated in the periphery of their mind, merging with the dreams of sleep that beckoned irresistibly.

"Maybe just a little bit..."

Amid the scattered papers and discarded blueprints, Your own body finally surrendered to fatigue. Their breathing became a soft, steady rhythm, the room’s quiet now embracing the stillness of their unintended rest

BANG

BANG

BANG

Your deep sleep was abruptly shattered by a series of sharp taps against the window most likely pebbles, thrown with a persistent urgency.

groggily and sitting up properly, the remnants of frustration quickly giving way to confusion. The pebbles continued their insistent patter, echoing through the quiet room.

Groaning, You pushed aside the scattered papers and shuffled to the window. pulling the curtain just enough to peer outside. Only to get flashbanged by the sun making you quickly close the curtain back

"Dear illumina..."

You whisper under your breath before looking back outside again, your eyes adjusting to the now bright sky only to see people... 2 people... people frlm blackrock to be exact- but it did make you think where the other one is-

The unexpected intrusion yanked you fully awake as your mind races with questions and disruption.

"HEY LOOK WHAT I MADE PEASANT"

Was what Subspace yelled at you, you could tell he was grinning behind that mask as he was playing with pebbles on his right hand.... you assume he was the one who threw it on your window...

"What is wrong with you?? Cant you give me some sleep??"

Glaring at him he just let out a snicker before pulling a Biograft infront of him as he booted the robot alive again, that made you a tiny bit curious

"So what-"

"TARGET LOCKED, ENGAGING INTO BATTLE MODE"

Your eyes widen as your breath hitches when you heard what Biograft had said as you make a mad run away- hearing Subspaces manic laugh and the sound of an engine and metal clanking right behind you as you jumped down on a window on the other side of your apartment

"THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE PERFECT SCIENTIST IN ALL OF INPHINITY. DIE"

with Biograft's glowing orange sensors and a deadly retractable blade pursued relentlessly. As it swung its arm, the blade sliced the air dangerously close. You yelped and ducked, narrowly missing the strike. weaving through crossroads your mind racing for a way to out wit a strong tincan-

As You rounded another corner you were abruptly yanked to the side by a familiar figure. Hyperlaser- as he presses a finger to your lips to silence you. They remained still as biograft trundled by, its heavy footsteps reverberating through the alley

Hyperlaser leaned in, whispering harshly, "This is just out of pity. Don’t think too much about it nor expect me to help you ever again."

With that, he stepped back and left you, allowing You to regain footing and organize your thoughts.

"Maybe i do need to move to another city...or maybe just anti-blackrock my house..."

You mumble since you did not want to get your head chopped off... and also did they just walk all the way here to playground-