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can you hdggheehee.. maybe do like some fluff subspace hcs i love that man
SUBSPACE — fluff!
a/n: GAWDDD i think taph should get a subspace skin…baorry for this being so short i rlly dont have ideas for subspaxe www
dear SFOTH.. how did you end up with this rotting inphernal?!
he’s.. a mess. there’s not much to do with him.
butbutbut—! SUBSPACE loves you soo much.. he needs to find a way to show it!
LOVE LANGUAGES: while SUBSPACE cannot touch you without the fear of you getting hurt by his rot, he does have the power to CREATE.
this means you have your own BIOGRAFT. more specifically, one that has HIS voice and HIS personality. a little gift from HIM in case you miss HIM.
how do KISSES work with SUBSPACE? or..any physical affection? simple — gloves & HEAVY layers. SUBSPACE will do the absolute most to make sure he and his beloved can love each other.
you can kiss his hair, hands.. that’s it. the rest of it probably needs saran wrap.
CUDDLING: you can’t. unless you want to suffer with him and rot.
#; lauvesong writes#; mod lala#phighting x reader#phighting!#subspace t mine#subspace x reader#subspace phighting
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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 ^_^
#medkit phighting#subspace phighting#medkit x reader#subspace x reader#biograft phighting#phighting x reader#medkit phighting x reader#subspace x reader phighting
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don't wanna write a huge thing for it (yet, at least) but thinking about some of the phighters with an s/o that's a watcher
Medkit who brushes off the feeling of being watched so often he barely thinks about it being anyone other than the true eye, who dismisses the glowing, oddly-shaped eyes as a trick on his. Medkit who can't help but slowly get more and more on edge because, while Broker and Scythe play tricks and keep an eye on him, it's never been this bad before. Medkit can't ignore it any longer when he makes eye contact with the bright, burning holes of a pumpkin, who can only stare back until they disappear back into the crowd, who can only stare up at the ceiling in the first breath of fresh air he's had in weeks, thinking about his encounter. Medkit who finds himself looking for those eyes from that day on, more out of returned curiosity than anything.
Vine Staff who tends to them, tying bows onto their antlers and examining their rind for cuts or bruises, all the while talking about her day or any phights she's participated in recently. Vine Staff who shares her passion for gardening with them, pushing potted plants into their hands as she works without paying attention to how their hands brush. Vine Staff who leans on them to steal that coldness that runs through them after a long day, listening to the muffled crackling somewhere in their chest, who laughs whenever they recount some argument her and Shuriken got into ages ago.
Subspace that sees their gaze as some sign of approval. While he hardly needs the Swords to approve of his work, he's more than prideful about being admired. For a watcher to take any note of him, he has to be important in some way, surely. So, he entertains them, standing perfectly out of the way of his work so they can see every detail, record every meticulously thought out decision he makes for future generations to gawk at, leaving his name in the history books as it should be. Sometimes he lashes out, calling them out on their perceived judgement of him, other times he calls out to them for approval, for proof of his excellency. Either way, they've tangled themselves into his life in a particularly persistent way, one of the few other beings he pays any mind to. They should be honored, just as he is to have such a grateful audience.
many possibilities .. much to think about
#subspace t4t (toxic 4 toxic)#mod writes#phighting x reader#subspace x reader#medkit x reader#vine staff x reader
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SUBREADERKIT PREDISASTER ONESHOT OR DRABBLE OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT!!!! Honestly I say go crazy apeshit cuz I really wanna see what u come up with but pretty please at some point let reader give a kissie to medkit ok... And since this is subreaderkit and not readerkit make subspace somehow happy too ig😒
.....I think I got. Veeeery late. Oh my god
--subreaderkit anon
warning this was not in fact a drabble . its 3.3k words
dead heat ✦⬧ predisaster subspace x reader x medkit 💝
the noises of shuffling papers and hasty writing can be thought of as unbearable to anyone else. but to the two young blackrockian researchers, the source of the aforementioned ruckus, it's everyday ambience.
it'd be stranger not to hear it, really. in the rigorous curriculum of blackrock's institutions, there is a new project assigned every single week, and this week is evidently not an exception to this long-standing tradition.
brain rummaging through the right words to write, you tap your pen on your chin, eyes narrowing at the scrawled ink of the explanatory essay that was to be turned in alongside your project. the conclusion shouldn't be too hard, but after writing several pages about 'the long-term impacts of gears on an inphernal's biology' in the span of six hours? your brain's got nothing.
"..i can finish it, if you're stuck." a meek voice pipes up from behind you. if it weren't for the hand he gently clasped on your shoulder, as if cautious of startling you, you'd have missed the fact that he even spoke at all.
by some stroke of luck bestowed unto you by the deities, you had somehow successfully nabbed the perfect student to be your partner. one of two incredibly promising rising prodigies in blackrock's institution: medkit. or, to be more accurate, he politely rejected every other student leaping over desks to be his partner and asked if you two could work together.
when he asked so nicely, with that particularly hopeful shine in his eyes begging you to say 'yes'… even if he assured you that 'no' was an option, he made it difficult to believe. it caught you off guard, considering how he preferred to work alone if it was an option. it's obvious that medkit doesn't need the assistance of others to succeed. his own capabilities are capable of taking him far and beyond, and they already do. not only that, he rarely spoke in class aside from answering whatever question the professor posed.
he always stayed in his lane, hard-focused on himself.
but you guess this time was different.
medkit himself felt different too. when he beelined right to your desk, his stiff posture yet purposeful stride was reminiscent of a wind-up toy soldier. and when he stood in front of you, in front of a singular inphernal, his fingers fidgeted more than when he presented in front of the whole class. he was lucky that he wasn't getting graded for talking to you, otherwise it would be the only F on his report card.
you had initially found it strange and out-of-character, outside of the consistent pattern that he worked inside of. but you'd be a fool to pass up a collaboration with medkit of all inphernals. your grades were good, but they could be even better. and you have no doubt in your mind that medkit knew that when he came up to you.
medkit was unintentionally conniving in that way, taking all factors into consideration and cornering you when he was sure that his desired outcome was guaranteed.
no matter how you looked at it, accepting medkit's partnership held only benefits for you. but you couldn't help but wonder what exactly medkit gained out of partnering with you. in terms of performance, you were above average, but nowhere near his level. many weren't. and in a facility packed full of inphernals who clawed their way to a high ranking, who cared not for others but for themselves and their faction, you cannot help but be skeptical of the possible idea of attached strings.
you glance over your back, meeting medkit's worried gaze with similar concern. his eyes are round, dark, and cute, you think. like a baby deer's. "oh, are- are you sure? you've been doing all of the heavy research work, so i ought to do all of the essay-"
but he simply shakes his head, "really, it's alright." you frown, staring intently at the blank space next to the last word you wrote. sensing your hesitance still, he continues, "this subject is one of my favorites in any case, it won't take long."
it's becoming increasingly and abundantly clear that you aren't winning here, so you get up from the desk with a drawn out sigh and hand over your pen to medkit. his fingers delicately curl around it when it plops in his palm, treating as gently as he would if it were your finger.
he replaces you in the seat, promptly jotting down new sentences with little time needed to think about them. in awe, you watch him work. as he writes, your eyes can't help but follow the end of your pen as it glides across the page: dotting an 'i', rising and falling for an 'l', or following the curved tail of a 'y'.
then, your gaze falls from the hypnotic motion of the pen to the fresh ink shapes it leaves behind. medkit's handwriting resembles printed font, every word legibly neat and clear despite his vigorous writing speed. reading it feels as easy as him writing it. it's funny, because when you glance back to where you left off, it takes hardly any effort to discern when the writer switched due to the sheer contrast in penmanship. hopefully there's no "handwriting consistency" category needed on the rubric.
after stabbing a period next to a word, the tip of the pen suddenly stills. you tilt your head, curious of why. is he stuck? impossible, with the rate he was just writing at. is he done? maybe, he'd written more than half of a page.
"um, you don't.. need to watch me write."
medkit doesn't look at you as he addresses you, likely to hide the otherwise apparent blush burning his face. a soft glow emanates from his crystal, gradually growing more prominent with every second. he had not a clue why you stayed there rather than sitting elsewhere or occupying yourself. watching him write couldn't be that interesting.
you lean down, and medkit immediately turns his head to the other side, determined to not face you. "well, i'm cheering you on, 'cause there's nothing left to do." a playful grin creeps onto your features, as you begin to chant, "give me an m~ give me a-"
he groans, effectively telling you to cut it out without using any words. "that's- only going to distract me more.."
you giggle. his heart giggles too, and he has to drag his hand over his face under the guise of a facepalm to wipe off the smile that his lips twitch into.
it's interesting. when he's being examined by proctors and higher-ups in much more rigorous tests, he can perform like normal. yet, doing something as simple as writing felt strenuous with your eyes on him. perhaps, he hypothesized, because he's accustomed to the judgement of greater authority. he's familiar with the way they scrutinize his work, and they do so everyday.
on the other hand, medkit has only concepts of what you think of him. he's rarely even spent a moment alone with you.
oh swords. he's alone with you.
"y'know, medkit, i've been meaning to ask…"
oh swords.
"...why did you choose me as your partner for this project?"
oh swords, oh fuck.
medkit stiffens. his lips repeatedly open and close as he carefully deliberates over what he should say to you. gears visibly turn in his head while he scraps responses as quickly as he constructs them. in a moment like this, every inflection and implication behind every word matters. it'd be a terrible shame to lose all of his progress in courting you (which is actually not a lot, in retrospect. but it felt momentous to him) to fumbling something as simple as small talk.
nothing involving you was ever simple to him.
with a quiet exhale, he sends out his winner, "well.. i… believe it's- important. to learn how to cooperate with different inphernals."
you narrow your eyes, skeptic. medkit's shoulders tense when he hears you huff. how unfortunate, he'd underestimated you. "yeah, right. you always like to work alone."
so you noticed even that? his heart skips a beat, both panic and fluster swirling in his chest. "i didn't take you for a liar, meds." your arms cross, and your appearance resembles that of a disappointed higher authority. something unfamiliar to medkit.
he could lie. he didn't do it often, but he's omitted a few details here and there. he was clever, and he could lie well enough. it helps that he has that "good" image too. no inphernal expects the "good" kid to lie.
but he doesn't have bad intentions when he lies. when he lies, it's to help. that's the only reason people should ever lie: to shield the damaged from complete destruction, and to gift hope to the hopeless. to heal. that's his job.
so naturally, the one time he can't slip by is when he's being selfish and stepping out of that role assigned to him from spawn.
"well?"
right. you were waiting for him. his grip on your pen tightens, as if clutching it would calm his buzzing nerves. it does not. they only get louder and hotter, akin to an angry nest of wasps.
he wants to be selfish and greedy and all the things healers aren't supposed to be.
"because.." his throat has never felt drier.
you uncross your arms, eyebrows worriedly knitting together at his uncharacteristic speechlessness. you thought it'd be fun to tease him—y'know, loosen him up a little—but you wouldn't have asked if you knew such a question would send him into a panic.
in an attempt to maybe move away from the topic, you start to shrug it off. "...i mean, it's only a question. you don't have to answer, i was just curious if-"
suddenly, medkit turns his head to face you and finally make eye contact. the sharp movement captures your attention completely, a stark contrast to the usual smooth way medkit carries himself with.
his voice is the loudest you've ever heard it when he practically announces, "i chose you as my partner because i—!!"
"—because he wants to feel better about himself, obviously!!" a harsher, more boisterous voice rings out from the door of medkit's dorm, seamlessly stealing his spotlight.
medkit's heart drops when your attention redirects to subspace as he waltzes right in. subspace maliciously grins as you give him your full, undivided attention on a silver platter.
"that's not true-" medkit desperately tries to defend himself against such slander, but subspace continues, "using a lower-ranking classmate to feed his savior complex, and not only that, but inviting them to his room?! how scandalous!!!" the pink-horned inphernal feigns a look of pity and dramatically rests his hand over his heart, to say it aches for you. "oh, you poor soul!! he didn't do anything to you, did he?!?"
you roll your eyes, but laugh at his over-the-top theatrics. if he weren't a researcher, you think he would've made a marvelous actor. "knock it off, subspace. you know medkit wouldn't try anything. we're just working on a project together."
even though you reprimanded him, subspace's smile grows, pleased at himself for getting a giggle out of you. on the other hand, medkit sighs in relief that you're not so easily swayed by the other inphernal, though he knows subspace is not at all convincing. but subspace's presence still had him on edge. and with you in the mix, medkit is damn near about to fall off.
"yes, and speaking of which—i'm done with the essay." you glance to medkit, and he gestures to you with a nod, "you can go back to your dorm now. we'll meet in the morning." he says decisively. though it pains his heart to send you away so soon (and without answering your question), it would mean getting you away from subspace. and that always takes priority.
when subspace sees this, he cackles. he could already guess why medkit was in such a rush. so naturally, he instigates, "oh, so cold!! the moment the project is done, he doesn't need you anymore!! just casts you to the side, like a failed experiment." his tone darkens at the end.
you quirk a brow when he skips up to you and leans in, his lower horns grazing your cheek as he lowly murmurs in your ear, "if you were the partner of the great subspace t. mine, you would never feel so discarded."
subspace enthusiastically pulls away, scanning your face for any signs of a fun reaction or fluster, only to be disappointed with a half-amused smirk.
"if i were the partner of the great subspace t. mine, i'd get my ear talked off about his latest inventions." for the first time upon stepping into medkit's room tonight, he frowns. for all you did in response was wave him off with nothing more than a chuckle, and head straight out the door.
yes, you laughed because of him again. but you laughed in the way a superior would laugh at a foolish, impossible idea of his, and not in the way you should have. you should have laughed in the way you would if you agreed with him.
but you didn't.
two pairs of eyes watch your back as you slide open the door, idling in the doorway. "it's alright, i'm sleepy as hell anyway. goodnight, you two. don't keep each other up too late with your bickering."
"goodnight… sleep well."
"no promises!"
the metal door slides closed behind you as you step out into the dormitory hall. your dorm is not too far from medkit's, but you're not exactly neighbors, so it's quite a walk. it's quiet at this hour, giving you the space for a nice, peaceful stroll. you stretch, mind wandering to what you'll do now that your night is free. maybe you'll just sleep early. that sounds good.
meanwhile, the other side of the door grows a few degrees hotter.
"...you gonna keep that pen for your shrine or something, meddy? creeeppppyyyy~" naturally, subspace is the first to cut through the tense silence. he peers at medkit from the corner of his eye, his snickers positively aggravating as he resumes mocking him.
medkit whips around to face subspace with a look of confusion mixed with disgust. "what- no, what?? subspace, what pen are you-"
clatter.
he pauses, then slowly cranes his head back. your pen had rolled off of his hand onto the last page of the essay, gradually slowing, then teetering between two faces, before it chooses one and stills completely.
"that's not their pen."
"i'm not stupid, meddy. it has their name inscribed on it."
"so what if they left their pen here, i can just return it in the morning-"
"you're always waiting." subspace's voice goes up at least two octaves for his terrible medkit impression, "oh, i'll talk to them tomorrow, or- ohhh, i'll ask to work together on the next project-" then he drops down to his normal tone, "-gosh, you're such a pathetic FAILURE!! you know what happens to demons who wait, meddy?!"
before medkit can react, subspace snatches the pen, the paper it was resting on fluttering up from the sudden deft movement.
"they LOSE!!"
with his echoing maniacal laughter, and a scrambling medkit behind him, he rushes out of medkit's room and down the hall. loud footsteps shake the calm-up-until-a-few-seconds-ago dormitory as the two race, and if one listened closely, they could hear the collective groans of the numerous inhabitants trying to sleep or work on their own projects.
"better speed it up back there meddy, or i'm gonna get there first~!!"
"what are you, a child?!"
the location of your room is common knowledge to subspace, who's invited himself inside a myriad of times to grace you with his presence and lengthy rants about his various accomplishments. or to drag you out to help him with testing a new gadget. here, subspace had the home advantage.
on the other hand, medkit can only tail him hopelessly. even if he did get ahead, he had no clue of where your room is. but he didn't need to. because medkit didn't need to be first to your room.
he just needed to be the one with the pen.
subspace skids to a stop outside of your door, frenetically slamming his hand repeatedly on your doorbell. within seconds, medkit catches up, breathless but determined. turns out sitting at a desk and writing and running experiments doesn't do very much for your physical health.
seeing medkit struggle, subspace scoffs. this is the way it should be, he thinks, with him in first and medkit in second.
he prepares to aim another venom-laced jab, but it doesn't even leave his mouth when medkit strategically pokes subspace in his side. a small attack, but surprisingly effective, considering that subspace is incredibly ticklish there. the pink demon shrieks, and the teal demon seizes the opportunity to wrestle your pen out of the former's hand.
subspace's face crinkles, shoulders raising in preparation for what medkit could only assume to be a retaliation. but then the pink demon's eyes flicker from the teal demon to the door behind him, and immediately fixes his posture and face to be 'normal'. knowing subspace wouldn't act out with your eyewitness, medkit shoots him one last burning glare before turning around. meeting your confused gaze almost makes him want to pivot right back around.
you blink, surprised to see the two at your door now of all times. or willingly together in general, for that matter. your eyes dart between them, noting their heavy breathing and slightly off-kilter uniforms. when subspace notices that you're observing him, he quickly adjusts his skewed collar.
"did you guys run here? is.. is there an emergency or-"
"your pen."
medkit holds it out to you abruptly, your engraved name shining from the light in your room spilling into the hall.
"you, uh, forgot it." his eyes, having reached his eye contact limit with you, opt to look at his boots instead. in the back, subspace snickers at his coworker's hopelessness.
the tips of your fingers brush against medkit's as you retrieve your pen, the steel cool against your warmth. with fond eyes, you turn the pen around in your fingers, relishing its return to your possession. it had been a farewell gift to you from your caretaker before you were sent to this facility. so needless to say, it's precious.
and shouldn't good deeds be rewarded?
with little warning, you clasp your hands around medkit's face and bring his head forward into a sweet kiss on the forehead.
his brows shoot up and a faint gasp escapes him. his stomach could earn a trophy for acrobatics due to how hard it's somersaulting. when you withdraw from your little stunt, you can see his much more apparent blush as a deep crimson crawls up his neck to the top of his head. a giggle bubbles in your throat at the sight.
"thank you so much, medkit. it means a lot to me, really…" now it's your turn to be shy as you awkwardly twiddle your fingers, the weight of what you just did creeping up your own neck and filling your cheeks. it may have been a teeny bit overkill, but seeing medkit's reaction? beyond worth it.
in disbelief, like he thought he'd found himself in his fantasies, medkit mindlessly touches his forehead where you smooched him. remembering he's supposed to respond, he manages to stammer out, "of-of course, it was no prob-"
"what about me?? i so graciously showed meddy the way here, and i don't get anything!??" medkit's eye twitches and his dreamy daze breaks as subspace whines, throwing his hands in the air. but you don't mind as much, simply offering a kind smile. "i couldn't have gotten my pen back without your kindness, subspace. you're so sweet."
he still pouts, eyes squinted in fury.
you roll your eyes in a lighthearted manner. of course, he loves to push things to get the most out of them. "and a genius. and talented. and handsome. and the best in all of blackrock." with each compliment, you count it off with a finger.
yet despite your extra praises, subspace's face remains shriveled in envy. it's only after he allows a few suspenseful seconds to pass that he livens back up again, puffing his chest out with a satisfied grin. "that's right!! don't you dare forget it."
you snort, "well, if that's all, goodnight again you two. don't open my door again tonight unless there's a fire or something." once they nod in agreement to adhere to your demands, you bid them goodbye with a small wave. with a dull slam, the metal door shuts, leaving the two demons standing and staring at it like fools in the silent dormitory corridor.
after a brief moment, subspace leans over to medkit and whispers, "...you owe me."
medkit hisses back, "no i don't."
parade postscript: when i was younger in like elementary school my class went on a field trip downtown and i brought a pencil that i had won from a class raffle and this girl threw it on the metro tracks, so naturally i made a scene and cried and said it was a pencil my grandma who died from lung cancer (true) gave to me when she died (false), and our supervisors got mad at her and went onto the tracks to get it for me i was an evil ass fking child
#sfw#subreaderkit anon#subspace x reader x medkit#subspace x reader#medkit x reader#phighting x reader#roblox x reader
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Phighting x Reader Valentine’s day special
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sorry for my disappearance, executive dysfunction, the day this will be posted (valentines duh) i’ll be flying out to spend two days with my partner 💜 im so excited to see them i love them so much hehehe, anyways same idea as christmas one what do the phighters do to celebrate valentine’s with you?
Sword:
- I picture him as someone who doesn’t go quite all out he still wants to do something nice for you. He’d get you a bouquet of whatever your favorite flowers are and in your favorite color too (if they grow in that color). If they’re roses he definitely cut his finger on them, he’s a little stupid but you love him. While not insanely fancy or expensive he takes you out for dinner as well, he didn’t consider making a reservation so hopefully wherever he planned has room. He gets you a super cheesy card but writes a super sweet message in it which makes up for an eye-rollingly cheesy card.
- He might wanna but he honestly doesn’t care either way, if you want to he’s absolutely down, if not he’s not going to be sad. So it’s your call.
Skateboard:
- He forgets about Valentine’s until like, the day of or before if you’re lucky. So you either get a very hastily bought gift of some chocolates, or him lying that he’s waiting till after to get the discount chocolates. You see through him but laugh and go along with it. To make it up to you he says whatever you wanna do for a date he’s down, as long as it’s not too too expensive.
- Bro is taking you to pound town. Or if you’d rather take him to pound town he’s okay with that too. Those were his exact words, while he didn’t/doesn’t do anything extravagant for Valentine’s he is definitely down for some Valentine’s sex. It’s nothing specifically Valentine’s exclusive but he does want to do it for the literal holiday of love.
Biograft:
- Similarly to Christmas he has the dictionary definition of the holiday but it doesn’t know much outside of that. But similarly to everything else he would love you to explain the tradition to him more, especially in your own words and opinions. Since it doesnt really grasp the concept of gift giving you don’t have to give him anything and it might not get your anything, obviously if you wanna give him something he’s not going to say no. And if you tell it that you want something special he’ll get it for you.
- Apologies I don’t do NSFW Biograft stuff.
Katana:
- He would unironically call it a corporate holiday, he’s that kinda guy. He is absolutely not against celebrating it he just doesn’t understand why such a big deal is made out of this day in particular, especially since in his words ‘I love you everyday why do I have to show it to you today specifically?’ If you want to celebrate it he’ll get you something small, and take you out on a date, somewhere secluded though since he doesn’t want to deal with the big crowds of Valentine’s day.
- He doesn’t care either way, it’s up to you honestly, since he doesn’t care much for Valentine’s it’s not anything he specifically wants to do. He will though he has no problem with it.
Ban Hammer:
- Gets you the most big obnoxious gift possible, especially just to embarrass you. Like big ass teddy bear and a big bouquet. He’s a dork but he’s your dork. Unfortunately he probably has to work for some amount of time because criminals don’t care that it’s Valentine’s so oh well you suppose. To make it up to you he takes you out to a really really nice restaurant, no reservations, he’ll just use his power of being the warden to get them to give you two a table. And dinners on him get whatever you want, he’s got the bux for it.
- Oh absolutely, he could barely contain himself during dinner, while nothing unique about it he just wants to since it’s Valentine’s and he wants to ‘show his love for you’ (like he hasn’t already.)
Rocket:
- He gets you something obnoxious as well, big stuffed animal but not specifically a Valentine’s themed stuffed animal just a big one, maybe a shark or axolotl, who knows. You spend the day together at his place, lounging around, watching shows, making meals together, even if he’s a hazard to any kitchen he enters. It’s sweet and he’s very cuddly and clingy, more so than usual. Might get you a card, if anything it’s homemade and actually really nice, he hates saying sappy stuff but he can put up with writing it down.
- You’re at his place all day, probably spending the night. What do you think? 100% dude, it doesn’t even have to be exclusively at night or even in the evening, you’re there all day he might wanna when you’re both just chilling on the couch watching TV.
Slingshot:
- One of the busiest days possible for his cafe, so you probably won’t be able to see him that day, you celebrate on a neighboring day. He bakes you a pastry you really like specifically customized to be Valentine’s themed, hearts and pink and red type of thing. Gives them to you in a heart shaped box to top it all off. As for what you do when you do celebrate I think he’d take you on a picnic, makes all the food, especially homemade bread to make sandwiches with and obviously pastries galore. Somewhere sunny and green.
- Yeah, he wants to say I love you in as many ways as possible, one of those being making love to you. He might make a special pastry to get you both in the mood if you catch my drift, he tells you about it though it’s nothing you don’t know about.
Hyperlaser:
- He’s got work basically everyday, that includes Valentine’s day. He also doesn’t see much of a point to it, he thinks it’s over the top and pointless. He’s alright if you want to do something but he doesn’t really want to, and doesn’t plan anything, and unless you specifically ask he doesn’t get you something. He’s not that much of the romantic type, like a at all. Sorry you knew what you were in for when dating him.
- Doesn’t particularly want to, he’s not a low libido so it’s only if you really want to. It’s not that he doesn’t want to specifically he just doesn’t have much desire to.
Shuriken:
- Again one of the busiest days for the cafe, he doesn’t have much of a chance to see you. So similarly to Slingshot he instead ops to celebrate on a different day. He doesn’t really care what you do as long as you spend the day together, and he has some way to show off, he’s a bit dumb but he wants to impress you as much as possible. Gets you something Slingshot baked, probably pesters him into making you something specific.
- Again only if you want to, he could but he’s not specifically wanting to. Not to say he’s against it but after work tires him out he doesn’t have that much energy to get freaky with.
Scythe:
- She is going to make it a day to remember that’s for sure. Robs the nicest bar she can find for the nicest alcohol one can steal. Takes you on a fancy ass date, probably held the place at gun point to get in without reservations but it’s Scythe what else do you expect from her? Gets you an expensive gift to top it off, she’s got expensive tastes what can she say? Also don’t worry if you can’t get her something, she is absolutely alright being gifted something else.
- Once you get home from the dinner there is fucking rose petals making a trail to the bedroom, and oh my gods if she’s rough or intense normally crank that up to fucking 13. Bed is covered in rose petals but there’s only a 60% chance you make it to the bed before she fucking jumps you. Again if you didn’t get her anything she says seeing your blissed out almost passed out face more then makes up for it, it was the part she was most looking forwards to. Hope you didn’t have plans for the day after, she is not holding anything back.
Medkit:
- On the complete opposite side of the coin he makes no big deal out of it. While he doesn’t do nothing per se it’s nowhere near fancy or extravagant. Scythe might make him work too, so he’ll probably just take you out for a nice-ish dinner. Gets you something small but meaningful, no card or flowers, he writes enough for the cult- I mean church, and he thinks flowers as a gift is pointless, they wilt and die rather quickly so why bother?
- He’s tired but if anything does any up happening it’s very slow and sensual, he normally is but he wants it to be especially so for the day of love. It’s definitely making love rather than just having sex and definitely not pure fucking.
Boombox:
- Bro 100% writes you a personalized love song, he probably doesn’t even release it it’s for you and you only, not for anyone else. He also gets you your favorite candy, a big bag of it.
(sorry these are probably getting shorter ive been up since 5:30 for my flight. i’m about to pass the fuck out)
- Yeah, he wants to for sure. Probably does something cheesy with it though, rose in his teeth on the bed, he then bursts out laughing and ruins any mood he was trying to set. But oh well you still do it and it’s nice. He’s always pretty sweet in bed and especially so with it being Valentine’s.
Subspace:
- Doesn’t have the day off since holidays aren’t big in Blackrock, but he’ll do stuff before and after he leaves. He orders takeout from your favorite breakfast place to have together before he leaves. When he gets back he gives you your gift, what does he get you? Sorry no clue again i’m about to pass out. Oh well it’s nice and nothing obnoxious or something you’ll never use, it’s practical but nice and sweet.
- Probably, as long as it’s not a bad pain day for his rot, if it is he’s huffy and puffy because he wants to have sex but his condition is getting in the way. Just kiss him repeatedly and he’ll melt and will stop complaining. If you do though he will be more intense with it then usual, not that hes normally gentle by any means, but he was probably pent up during work thinking about it so he’s basically pouncing on you as soon as he returns home, whenever that is.
Vinestaff:
- Once again, cafe is busy as hell so you’ll celebrate on a different day. She gets you a vase of beautiful flowers she grew herself, she grew and cared for them for weeks in preparation, taking even better care of them than usual. And that’s saying something considering it’s Vinestaff. You go out for brunch somewhere not fancy but definitely nice and maybe a tad pricey but it’s alright. Also she gives you, so so, many kisses all day, you’re going to be scrubbing off lipstick for like 5 minutes straight. Not that you’re complaining.
- I sound like a broken record but if you want to she’s absolutely down, but isn’t specifically looking forward to it, she could take it or leave it.
Coil:
- Gifts you something really nice he stole from a Blackrock noble, and a thing of assorted chocolates. He’s more boastful then usual but you know it’s because he loves you and wants compliments from you in return, he absolutely compliments you as well don’t get it confused, he just is also being more self complimentary then normal. Definitely doesn’t do a card, loving words are not his forte but oh well.
- Oh without a doubt you’re fucking on Valentine’s. Doesn’t even have to be at night he’s raring to go anywhere you happen to be, and do not expect him to be sweet and gentle during it, he is the hellhound he’s going at it like an animal. But he’s super sweet and caring afterwards don’t worry.
im so fucking tired i’m going to post this and then hopefully pass out, i also kinda need to pee but the seatbelt sign is on </3 , anyways happy valentine’s everyone have a great day and hope you enjoyed!
#x reader#phighting#phighting x reader#phighting!#i won’t tag a freaky so the people with it blocked can still enjoy this#sword x reader#skateboard x reader#biograft x reader#katana x reader#ban hammer x reader#banhammer x reader#rocket x reader#slingshot x reader#hyperlaser x reader#shuriken x reader#scythe x reader#medkit x reader#boombox x reader#subspace x reader#vine staff x reader#vinestaff x reader#coil x reader
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Kiss attack that dumb rotting bitchass face. Subspace x reader 🙏
I looove Subspace,,babespace,,,
Subspace relationship headcannons! 💕💉

Subspace is enamored by you! He never leaves your side, regardless if you're in a Phight or not. If you weren't on the same team, he'd just target you for fun!
^ Though he never attacks you, he just loves to chase you! It's just a game to him. When he catches up to you, he tackles you, trapping you in a hug.
^^ It's a sweet moment until the Banhammer and Coil on your team come over to beat him black and blue. But he doesn't care, atleast he got to hold you for a few minutes!
If you were on the same team however, he'd never leave your side, opting to defend only you instead of helping the rest of the team.
^ He freaks out badly if you get hurt, forgetting everything about the Phight and holding onto you for dear life.
"My precious Y/N! Are you alright?!" Subspace panics, cupping your face in his hands. "Who did this to you? I'll kill them!"
You attempted to push him off of you, insisting you were fine. "I'm fine, okay? It's nothing Medkit can't fi-"
"MEDDY! GET OVER HERE, NOW!!" Subspace yells, cutting you off. Nearby, a tired Medkit turns around and groans, trudging towards you. As he healed you, Medkit began to flatly berate Subspace.
"Instead of whining over a teammate getting hurt, why can't you just help the team? You're lucky we aren't losing."
"Oh, hush! Y/N's safety is a priority."
Outside of Phights, Subspace treats you as if you were royalty. Always taking your hand and kissing it or holding doors open for you. He also gives you cheesy petnames, such as "princess" or "cutiepie".
He loves to boast about you aswell, whether people wanted to hear him or not. Responses are varied, but only Biograft sounds pleased about his obsession with you.
He's very touchy. Preferring to hold your waist instead of holding your hand. He loves cupping your face in his hands and squishing your cheeks.
In private, he softens up. Instead of being the manic, evil scientist of Blackrock, he becomes an attention-seeking puppy, cuddling into you.
Sometimes, he makes small inventions just to impress you. Ranging from blinking lights displaying a cute message or a miniature Biograft.
At night, he's always clinging onto you. Big spoon, little spoon, it doesn't matter! He can't fall asleep without holding onto his beloved!
Subspace loves you dearly, willing to protect you from anything and show you off to the world.
#phighting x reader#phighting!#subspace phighting#subspace x reader#also experimenting with a different layout with the gifs.......lmk what u guys think.......
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subspace x poisoned!reader
- h-how did this happen? where were you? who did this to you?
- so many questions are running through his mind but he doesn’t care, all he knows if he needs to help you, cure you somehow!
- he’s stressing out all of the time and spending day and night to help find a cure for you, but he refuses to go to medkit for obvious reasons.
“it’s fine, i’ve got this, i’ll help them! they’re gonna be ok, they’ll be fine..”
- he thinks he can do this all on his own, he swears he’ll save you, he’ll make sure you live to see another day…
- he keeps you nearby to make sure you’re in stable condition, and he’ll reassure you that he’ll help you, and that he’ll take you out on a fun date somewhere, anywhere you want!
- but soon, you’re gone.
- you’re gone and you left him all alone. he promised he’d help you. he swore he’d help you.
- he’s stunned, he’s heartbroken, he’s lost.. how could he let this happen to you…?
- he lost the one person who loved him unconditionally.
“i-i failed them. i promised… i swore on my life..”
#phighting x reader#subspace x reader phighting#subspace phighting#subspace x reader#angst#like heavy angst
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━━ KEEP FALLING IN LOVE.
WARNINGS: canon-typical violence [i also used a lot of crude metaphors], lmk if there's anything else.
love language headcanons with subspace and hyperlaser.
SUBSPACE.
giving.
PHYSICAL TOUCH: - Even without the pretext of romance, Subspace is casual about skinship. By himself, as Blackrock's most infamous scientist, it's not comforting that someone so twisted and rotted would so casually sling an arm around another. It's unsettling. To know that someone so highly regarded and so highly feared asserts themselves so closely, acts so intimately despite the blood that so proudly soaks their hands. It's uneasy. It's terrifying. It's dangerous.
- To you, however, it is anything but. It is tender. It is reassuring. It is secure. He calls you "his" to affirm that he dares not crush you beneath his heel like he does all the rest. You may have to thoroughly remind him, but he'll understand if you're not savvy about his physical affections. If not for the general discomfort of lingering so close to someone whose very presence is poisoning, then it'd be for all other reasons, such as personal space or boundaries. Swords, he can understand. He remembers those lowly colleagues of his trying to get him to cozy up to them.
- Though if you are completely fine with his means of love, it's almost as if you've given him the opportunity to be close to you in ways you couldn’t fathom. You’ve given him the chance to be beneath your skin and bone, laying near the fragility of your heart as a sign of love. In other words, he's all over you. Maybe to a bothersome degree. Those casual affections only become sickeningly sweet when he's around you. After all, you are just about everything to him. Other than his devotion to Blackrock and its progress.
- But, again, his hands will seldom be away from you. An arm will lazily but securely drape around your waist, occasionally squeezing your sides to remind you of his presence. An unexpected embrace and he'll bury his head into the crevice where neck and shoulder meet. And if you'd let him, he'll kiss you as much as you please. His lips will find whatever skin that they can reach, softly nipping and kissing as he were revering you like he reveres himself. There's so much that Subspace does and would do to have you; All of you.
receiving.
WORDS OF AFFIRMATION - The Head of the Robotics Division, Blackrock's greatest scientist, there are a multitude of titles and names that revere Subspace for his absolute brilliance and talent. However, whatever sweet praise they may have for him, it is utterly nothing when he hears your honeyed words upon his ears.
- If it wasn't apparent, you're what matters most to him other than the success of Blackrock. How others perceive him means nothing, whether they fear him or respect him; as long as you love him, then all other beliefs are practically worthless. After all, what does it matter if his exasperating colleagues tell him that he's a genius? He has you. Those words mean infinitely more when you briefly and blissfully kiss his cheek, praising him for his endless erudition.
- Though for your sake, it'd be wise not to mention that near-feverish flushing of his cheeks. It'd also be wise not to mention the near-worrying dilation and shaking of his pupils. Lastly, it'd be best not to mention the faint tremors of his body. Somehow, someway, a cruel and cunning scientist like him acts like a skittering student whose crush had just complimented them.
- If you do end up mentioning his dopey bashfulness, then expect for Subspace to impulsively chastise you. He's an inphernal with a reputation to uphold. And as much as he'll try to dull his usually sharp words, he'll slip to his old habits when it comes to being vulnerable with you. Of course, he'll apologize in his own way.
- Eventually. ^^'
GIFTS: - For his most illustrious position at Blackrock, there are many luxuries that are easily accessible to him. The finest and comfiest clothes can be tailored at a moment's notice if he should ask, the most decadent meals can be made if he ever wanted them, and the most expensive gifts or commodities can be bought without even worrying about the numbers. Subspace follows such sentiments and practices as a reminder of what his brilliance has brought for him.
- By that logic, it wouldn't be wrong to assume that Subspace would only want gifts that satisfied his standards. He wants the most beneficial tools, the most opulent clothes, everything else of the sort. Yet, truthfully, Subspace adores whatever gifts you have to offer him. From costly presents to hand-made goods, Subspace cherishes each one- Not that he'd ever openly express such sentiments.
- You believed your first gift to him would be met with reluctance. Maybe he'd politely smile at you for your extravagant present before casting it aside somewhere where no one and not even himself could find it. However, to your surprise, he had gazed at it with a fondness that, at the time, you didn't know he was capable of. And later on, you'd find it proudly displayed on his desk. An almost entire spot dedicated to your craftsmanship.
- Subspace wouldn't have told you, at least not yet, that he always holds and looks over whatever gifts you give to him. Sometimes, it's to pass the bleak time in his laboratory or office. Other times, it's to remind himself of the love that you so eagerly give to him. No matter what, whether you consider them "half-assed" or "gaudy," he looks at each gift completely mesmerized.
HYPERLASER.
giving.
ACTS OF SERVICE: - Some part of him used to be ashamed that he doesn't love as extravagantly and grandiosely as others. Unlike other inphernals, who could so easily embrace or cherish their partners with ease, Hyperlaser almost acts as if you're a complete stranger to him despite your being your lover.
- Too many times, he's "messed" everything up. He tries to offer you sweet praise, but his words are choppy and mumbled. They're curt and blunt, almost as if he's referring to you like a colleague rather than a partner. Then, he tries to offer you his physical affection, and they're clumsy too. It's either he handles you stiffly, like he's never held anyone in his life, That, or he handles you roughly, like he would anyone in a phight. You reassure him that there's no need to apologize for his inexperience, but he feels the guilt in his gut every time.
- Hyperlaser tries to make up for his awkwardness by making your day-to-day life less stressful. It'll be simple things. Maybe he's just opening and holding the door for you as often as he can. Maybe he's accompanying you on your errands. Or maybe he's smoothing the creases in your outfit. It's simple stuff he hopes you'll think is sweet; It's simple stuff he thinks you'll like.
- Over time, they're less and less simple, but he still believes his involvement in otherwise "insignificant" chores is nothing. He'll insist on cooking for you, whether that be in the rising dawn or the latest nights; It's a tender notion. Sometimes, you'll come home to the procrastinated pile of laundry done and neatly folded on your bed, courtesy of Hyperlaser. And when he feels his safest with you, he'll occasionally join you in the shower to do something like wash your hair for you.
- It is everything to you. It is everything that Hyperlaser is so persistently by your side. If not because of what he does to help you, then it's because he listens to each word of yours. He hangs onto each fleeting thought, complaint and comment of yours. He carries them onto the day in the hopes to make everything easier for you. It takes Hyperlaser time to realize that he has always been tender, soft, and loving the way that he believed fit. And so, through all of this, he learns that he doesn't need to change anything about himself or how he loves; He already loves as extravagantly and as grandiosely as he's seen.
receiving.
PHYSICAL TOUCH: - It's foreign to him. He's to used to being met with the violence and cruelty of skin ship, returning it with the same sentiments. Hyperlaser has known cracked ribs, swelling bruises, stinging cuts, and debris lodged in his limbs that he almost is unsure of what to do when its anything but. He nearly retreats from each gentle and innocent touch you offer him.
- It was bad the first time. You had unexpectedly touched his shoulder from behind, and so, he reflexively had spun his heel and nearly swung at you. Forgive him. So much of his younger days were spent on learning drill commands, firing through a sniper rifle, and learning how to kill. Hyperlaser had felt so guilty when he realized what he could've done. Spent an entire week trying to make it up to you despite your reassurances that "It was fine!" and that "It was an accident!"
- It takes time; Everything takes time. Hyperlaser allows himself the vulnerability that is letting his rigid guard down, if just with you. Only then, does Hyperlasser realize that he wholly adores your touch. He loves you. He loves to feel you. He loves to have you feel him. It's safe and secure to him, something that is so fleeting to him sometimes with his life as Blackrock Mercenary.
- Nevertheless, he greedily accepts whatever affection you lavish him with even if he does not openly express such. So lean against him, rest your head on his shoulder or on his helmet and trust him as he does to you. So hold his hand, intertwine your fingers with his own calloused ones. And most importantly, take off his helmet and take his scarred visage in your hands. Whisper your honeyed nothings and handle him like he is not the hardened mercenary he has become. Tell him, through your touch, that he is everything to you as you are to him.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: hi! yes i am writing out the requests, don't worry. i'm mainly posting this so i can get a feel for how i want to format my writing posts and i wrote this a long time ago...so with some revisions, here we go!! but yes, i am churning out requests :]
#sorry if these either are ooc or mischaracterized...#i actually havent played phighting in a while#anyway touch starved hyperlaser my most beloved hc#phighting#phighting!#phighting x reader#phighting! x reader#subspace x reader#subspace t mine x reader#subspace tripmine x reader#hyperlaser x reader#roblox x reader#sfw
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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?
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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 (・∀・)
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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)
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Subspace x reader enemies to lovers!
oh my days I almost DIED just writing this thing
this was painful to write to the ending may seem quite rushed aAAAAAAA I’M SORRY
regardless, this is the last thing on the agenda! so just sit back and enjoy the fic :>
…I hope my blog is still alive enough for people to appreciate it…
credits to one of my friends on Discord for helping me with this!
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You loved participating in phights. It was your job and hobby and you really couldn't ask for a better life. The once-mundane days took a turn for the better once you joined the roster. Now you work alongside other Phighters as well as the Flipside duo to give the residents of the Inpherno some daily entertainment and to you, your daily income.
Your job was great, and the people you worked with were wonderful. Despite not knowing them because the majority came from other factions, they were still welcoming and hospitable to you, their new teammate. Sometimes. It depends on whether or not they were matched up against you for the day. Their teamwork with you was always impeccable and synchronisation was on-point. Still, one person was on the roster where harmonisation and unity could never be found in any of your books. No, instead of strategising and executing meticulously planned attacks, the both of you would fight over who gets the last hit. Even when the both of you worked together, you would still bicker with him like an old married couple.
It was Blackrock's infamous mad scientist, Subspace T. Mine.
You two could never agree on anything, be it which direction to ambush enemies from or what colour would look good on the other.
All the Phighters still remembered the latter. You and Subspace started an entire 30-minute argument debating that alone...
While waiting for your scheduled phight, you saw Subspace sitting on a bench and polishing one of his Biografts with a small cloth. As usual, to you, he was dressed like an absolute buffoon. The look on his face was one of tranquillity and care as he tended to his Biograft. So, you being you...you decided to ruin that moment for him.
"Oi, Subflop! Dressed like a walking fashion disaster again, huh? When will you switch that old Blackrock attire for something more stylish?"
Subspace looked up from his cleaning, his once peaceful and calm demeanour shattering. His face fell, and an annoyed groan escaped his lips.
"(Y/N), shut up!! It's not like you know any better to begin with!! You look like something from a sitcom during the 1900s, so you have no right to criticise me for my fashion sense!!"
"If I told you to shut up, your mouth would probably hurt from all that rot!"
"You little-"
As the both of you started bickering over another useless topic, Valk and Dom walked in to signal that the map was ready for the grounds of another phight...only to watch you and Subspace all up in each other's faces again. Valk watched on in mild shock and Dom just let out a weary sigh. By then, even the Flipside brothers were well aware and accustomed to the constant quarrels between the both of you.
"Looks like the phight's underway before it even started, huh...?"
After one long and tiring year, the Christmas season was here. Valk and Dom had the oh-so-wonderful idea of throwing a Christmas party to celebrate. They invited all the Phighters, including Subspace.
This time, you added extra precautions to ensure nothing could go wrong during that day. Not for you, at the very least. You could care less about what happened to Subspace. Although...recently, you've been feeling a little weird inside.
Long gone was your loathing for him. By now, you've accustomed yourself to the name-calling, all the teases and insults...but instead of feeling pure hatred towards him for the daily jabs, you felt warm inside. A sense of familiarity. It was almost affectionate, in a sense. It was as if, just for once in your life, you cared about what happened to him.
Your mind wandered to the events of what happened a few days ago. Of course, given the rivalry between the both of you, none of you would give up the opportunity to mock each other during the party. Hence, Subspace gave you a dare.
Dress in your usual Phighter outfit. Not a suit, not anything stupid like a carrot costume. Just you and the outfit you always wore while phighting.
Of course, who were you to say no? You accepted the dare despite the risk of standing out like a sore thumb and decided to go along. Then again, what’s the fun of a dare without a little self-implemented twist? This was a party, after all. It didn’t have as strict of a dress code as phights.
So, you got to work on your new fit. You added a few details here and there, such as a small bow tie and slightly more casual outerwear compared to your Phighter outfit. “It retains the same vibe,” you thought to yourself, “just a few new modifications here and there.”
After many days and nights, you finally finished your final touchups. It was elegant, yet casual. Your gear rested by your side, strapped on via your belt. You opted for a hat you liked, but never got to wear due to the nature of Phights. Gone were the usual armour pieces you wore, allowing you to opt for comfortable clothing. And you finished all that just in time too, for the party was two days away, on Saturday.
Now all you had to do was get through one more day of Subspace’s mockery and teasing.
He wasn't gonna make it easy for you, was he? Of course not...it was Subspace, after all. Since when has he done anything other than annoy you?
This phight, however, the both of you were on the same team. Despite the many rounds the both of you played together, it would not change the fact that no one was willing to give up the rivalry and work together.
As the round kicked off and the Phighters got at each other's throats, so did you and Subspace...
"Come on, Midspace! When are you gonna man up and go for some close combat?!"
You flashed him a cocky grin as you rushed at the Phighter whose health Subspace slowly whittled down and finished him off with your gear. All he could do was groan in annoyance as he got another kill assist...which he now had four of. You, on the other hand, had stolen four kills from Subspace.
"Leave me alone, (Y/n)!! Just let me get some kills for my reputation as the greatest scientist of Blackrock!!"
You cackled in his face, as you always did to taunt him. It had become a staple of your day to do anything in your power to annoy him. Unfortunately, you didn't watch your step and walked right into one of the bright blue target marks on the floor- Rocket's phinisher. A loud blast and a panicked screech from you was all it took for him to divert his attention from your ally, Coil, and face your injured self. You tried to plead with Coil for help, but he was already gone to heal Scythe, who had also been caught in Rocket's phinisher earlier.
It was now a deadly 1 on 1 between yourself and Rocket. You were severely wounded and below 50% HP. Rocket was still in good condition and could definitely hit you from where he stood. The outcome of the match was clear as day.
Furthermore, this phight was one of the Annihilate matches, and it was going to end soon. Your team was behind by three kills. The score was 24-27, and there were only forty-five seconds left on the clock.
Forty-five seconds. More than enough time for Rocket to finish you off.
A smug grin formed on Rocket's face as he launched himself up in the air. You could see his darkened silhouette in the bright daylight as he aimed his rocket launcher at you with his prosthetic arm.
"Time to blow stuff up!"
Rocket's projectiles caused damage spanning over a large area, and you knew that. With your reduced movement speed due to your injuries, you knew that you wouldn't be able to outrun the missile.
As you closed your eyes, waiting for the final blow and for the counter to increase itself by one, you felt a harsh jab to your side. You fell over, gasping in pain as you glanced up at your saviour who took most of the damage for you, leaving you at 15 HP instead.
Subspace. That cocky, arrogant Phighter who you hated. Or so you told yourself.
"Out of the way!! Witness MY GREATEST INVENTION!!"
Rocket tried to flee, but it was too late. He was rendered helpless as he was sucked into the swirling vortex created by the crystal. Before anyone could react, five shots were fired behind Rocket. At last...the tie was broken. 25-27.
The counter went up in your favour. 27-27. Scythe and Coil both had triumphant grins on their faces as they rushed back to the battlefield, Coil immediately connecting his coil to you to regenerate your lost HP.
"We got 'em good! Those suckers won't be respawning for the rest of the match!"
Your blood froze as you saw the enemy Slingshot turn the corner. The four of you had been found. Slingshot's eyes locked with yours. He noticed everything about you- the pained look in your eyes, the way you grasped your arm in pain...he knew you were vulnerable.
And if attacking you meant that he could have a final shot at settling the score despite putting himself in danger, he would do it. He dealt damage faster than you could heal, and Slingshot knew it.
He pulled back the band of his slingshot, aiming for a kill... and the win.
"Nice try- agh!"
A quick slash to his back caused him to release the projectile just before it fully charged. It struck you just as you reached 50 HP. 30 HP left...and twenty seconds on the clock.
Scythe rematerialised behind him, a faint teal mark hovering over his torso.
"Leaving so soon?"
Not even Slingshot's shoes could save him from the wrath of your three teammates. Scythe took advantage of her mark to land a good slash. Subspace finally hit one of his tripmines and managed to deal long-term poison damage. Even Coil could land a hit with his projectiles.
But Slingahot had tricks of his own. Just as Scythe was about to finish him off with one final cut to the back, he deftly stepped to the side.
Scythe and Coil were almost out of tricks.
As Slingshot hovered in midair and charged up for another shot, your blood went cold as you remembered one single fact.
Singshot's projectiles charged up two times faster when he was in midair.
Ten seconds remaining on the clock. Scythe missed her Chasing Flourish, and Coil missed his Combo Breaker. All their efforts to stop Scythe had failed, and you were going to die. You knew it.
Scythe and Coil were both out of tricks...but Subspace was not.
Slingshot was battered and bruised, but he had his eyes on you as he prepared to fire the finishing shot.
He did not have eyes for the tripmine to his right, however. One wrong step and the quiet beeping of the tripmine was replaced by an ear-piercing bang.
28-27. Three...two...one. The voice of the announcer over the speakers confirmed it- your team had secured victory.
As all ten Phighters piled into the back of Zuka's van, you glanced over at Subspace. He seemed to be deep in thought about something. His eyes seemed to be glancing at every detail on the ground, from the stray breadcrumbs to the neat ridges imprinted in the rubber flooring.
"What's on your mind, Subspace...?"
His one eye widened at your voice. He couldn't recall when was the last time you called him by his actual name instead of yet another insulting term.
"...nothing much, (Y/N). Just...forget it."
You could see his face flush slightly, but you ignored it and just stared out the van as it drove along the dirt pavement back to Crossroads. You were thinking back to the events of that phight. You thought about how Scythe and Coil showed up at the right time, about how you almost caused your team to lose and how Subspace saved you back there...wait.
Subspace saved you.
Instead of prioritising your downfall, he actually went out of his way to save you.
During previous matches, he wouldn't care if he caused the entire team to lose. Subspace didn't care if he had to respawn after that, he didn't care if anyone got injured...if he could do something that hindered you in any way, he would do it. But this time...he saved you.
"Why did you help me?" You asked. "You usually try your best to make sure I die, but you assisted me this time."
Subspace stayed silent for a moment, his eye seemingly fixed on a random spot on the ground. He looked up at you, his gaze averted.
"...I just wanted to win this time. Don't get too comfortable with it."
And just like that, he went back to staring at the ground like it was no big deal. Although this time, you could have sworn he was stealing small but subtle glances at you every now and then.
24th December. The day of the Christmas party, and another day you'd have to see that damned Subspace.
As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but feel proud of your handiwork. You managed to transform your usual Phighter outfit into something so stylish.
You paced around your room, thinking to yourself. Your mind wandered to Subspace daring you to show up in your Phighter outfit.
The more you pondered over that day, the more confused you were by your prior decision. Why did you agree to go along with it? Why were you still sticking with the dare?
"Well," you told yourself, "I like this outfit. It's something I'd wear on a daily basis, minus the armour plates. Yeah...that's why."
Your mind wandered to what Subspace would be wearing at the party. Would he be wearing a suit? Would he be going casual? It wasn't like the Flipside brothers organised a fancy ballroom party after all, it was just a celebratory party located in a rented villa. Perhaps Subspace would look nice? Wait...
...why did you care about how he would look?
Did you truly hate him? Or was it just something you told yourself on a regular basis just to mask how you really felt for him?
Ah, you had more issues to worry about anyway. The party would start in half an hour, after all. You added the final touches to your look and left the house only to be greeted by a blanket of snow coating the soft grass. There was a snowstorm the previous night, so everything looked like something out of Blackrock.
...Blackrock...you wondered. Did Subspace put on winter wear whenever he wasn't working? Did he look cute in it?
"No!" You reprimanded yourself. But the more you tried to deny it, the weaker your own rebuttals became.
You had fallen for the mad scientist after who knows how long.
It was almost expected, in a way. Although you hated each other, this also meant that the both of you knew each other well...but used that information against each other instead.
Maybe things would be different if the both of you stopped mocking each other. Maybe you should buy him his favourite coffee with some nice toppings...
You were deep in thought as you walked towards the bus stop. Your eyes were fixed on the soft snow, your mind already somewhere else, drifting away like the little snowflakes in the sky.
You also did not notice the person in front of you.
Bumping into the individual, you let out an "oof" as you fell to the floor with a soft thump. As the both of you met each other's eyes, you were filled with a mix of irritation and...infatuation...?
Subspace Tripmine was standing in front of you. In a suit.
He even had a small white rose tucked into his pocket like he was going to some romantic ball.
A small blush crept onto your cheeks as you took in his appearance. For once, you actually thought he looked quite attractive.
You didn't know it, but he did too.
Now instead of it being a dispute about who was the better Phighter, it was a silent war between the both of you as to who would confess first.
You saw the signs. So did Subspace. But denial can only last so long...
"Hey...you look nice."
Subspace was, for once, actually calm when he spoke to you. It was almost as if he was trying to act like a decent and civilised individual for once.
"Thanks...for once, you don't look too bad yourself, hm?"
"What do you mean?! When do I not look good?!"
"Every other time, Fartspace."
"You-!!"
Despite the romantic tension in the air, the both of you still found something to fight over...but soon enough, the chat was less of two rivals bickering... and more of two hopeless romantics trying to express their interest in the other in the most subtle way possible, but failing horribly at it.
Well, it was mostly you trying to get him to confess.
"If only we talked like this more often...maybe we'd be dating by now."
"Trying to swoon me, (Name)?"
"Swoon you? Please, since when did I ever try to swoon you, poison-tongue?"
Internally, Subspace was a blushing mess. He'd long since realised his true feelings for you, and he knew you were starting to catch on. He knew you just wanted to see him flustered, and it was working perfectly.
By the time the bus finally arrived, the both of you had faint pinkish tints on your cheeks. The both of you flirted with each other to the Banlands and back, and you almost felt...closer to him, in a sense. You did get to know him better. You knew his favourite pastry now, his type of coffee...heck, the both of you even managed to chat about life outside of Phights.
But despite the prior rivalry, you didn't want to use that information to annoy or mock him. No, you wanted to do something nice for him instead.
Maybe you'd ask if he'd like to go to the nearby cafe with you. Just the two of you. Perhaps even call it a date, just for funsies.
Unfortunately for the both of you, you both had to part ways at the villa. Subspace wanted to meet up with Hyperlaser for some discussions, and you had your friends you wanted to find.
"Well, guess this is it, Subspace. I'll see you around, yeah?"
"Sure thing...!! Don't think this means our rivalry is over, though!!"
Subspace waved at you as you walked off to find your friends. Hyperlaser stood behind Subspace, waiting for him to send you off.
"I'll see you later..."
His voice dropped to a whisper so only he could hear the next words that left his mouth.
"...my sweetest poison-berry."
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and that’s it for this fic! hope you all enjoyed, and do drop a request into my inbox or feedback if you have any!
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Requests you say......heh.....subspace kissy......let me kiss him......or let him kiss me.....ehehehehehehehe

i thought no one would ever ask me to do a phighting x reader….💔
but hey! there is one here 😄but it’s a subway sandwich…😀 ( i dislike him btw 🙁)
"by the way i hope you can still stand the stinky smell on him when you kiss him"
(I also hope this post going get flop too 😒)
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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.
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OK LAST ART POST I PROMISE IM SORRY I JUST HAD TO SNEAK MY 3RD FAV IN HERE..... AND his greedy ass gets 3 drawings can we please kill him with hammers
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Ouh em gee yalls blog theme is so cute I love it
Onto the request, Subspace x reader with reader showing zero interest in him, and instead showing a liking towards medkit 😋
╰┈❥ YANDERE (YOUNGER) SUBSPACE
AN: ty! me and Sword worked hard !! I'm very new at writing Subspace but I loveee how much he sucks/aff
♡ You were an esteemed scientist at Blackrock, someone looked up to by interns and other scientists alike. If you caught Subspace’s attention you have to be someone he either looks down upon or thinks of as almost as great as him. Your smarts are where his obsession started
♡ Subspace is extremely egotistical and that doesn’t go away when obsessing over you. He expects you to fawn over him and is personally offended when you don’t even look his way. He forces you up to his lab with excuses of “needed extra eyes” to make you sit with him as he works, it’d be almost soft if he wasn’t talking the whole time.
♡ During those (reluctant) trips in his lab, you meet someone...different. Medkit. While Subspace goes on a rant about his latest inventions you look longingly at Medkit from afar, and every time he notices he smiles back. You’ve talked a few times, planned a few dates, and even done projects together. It’s a slowly blossoming relationship...Until Subspace finds out.
♡ He’s furious. He’s Subspace T. Mine, Blackrock’s finest inventor and scientist! Theres no way he’s losing to ... to... Medkit! In a way, he stops seeing you as just a pretty decoration and more as a trophy to be stolen from Medkit’s grubby hands. He yells at you for it, for being so pathetic as to choose some pacifist over someone who could create a metallic tapestry in your name, for not choosing him.
♡ You will love him. You WILL stay with him. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, how much he has to mutilate you, how much he has to destroy your spirit. Subspace is a coward, but that does not mean he is not cruel.
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