#medkit × reader

[theemptywallet]

Huzzah!

Okay, so, may I have a Chicken Rice but with Poached Chicken, and with Medkit, where the reader is too kind and caring for their own good; volunteering in an orphanage, helping the elderly, and caring for the sick, much to Medkit's dismay. So now Medkit has to deal with a sick reader who keeps denying that they're sick.

No rush! Just take your time (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

–★

Little body, big heart.

Medkit and reader platonic fluff

It started small.

An itch in your throat, a chilly feeling that wouldn't seem to go away and an ache behind your eyes that you blamed on a lack of sleep. It's nothing serious though,nothing you couldn't work through, right? A little cold was no reason for you sto stop. Especially not when the twins at the Crossroads orphanage were counting on you to read them a bedtime story, or when your old Inphernal friend was still recovering from their fall or when you needed to deliver medicines to a bunch of sick demons and definitely not when you had already agreed to helping Zuka deliver goods. There were too many people in need, so why stop for something like a little chill? So you pushed on like you always did, running around to complete errands. And it worked. For awhile.

But now, you find yourself slouching on your couch, shivering in your hoodie, head down like a wilted plant and sniffling like a leaking faucet. You felt like a truck had ran over you. Or maybe a million trucks. You looked at the calendar on your phone. Volunteer shift at the Crossroads orphanage in a few hours. How where you going to help the kids out if you were sick? Oh! That's okay,because you can cancel that but still help to deliver soup to that elderly Inphernal. You'll just put on a mask, pass the soup really quickly and all will be well! And after that you will help Zuka.Then by tomorrow you would be fine and you can go help out at the orphanage…

Suddenly, you heard keys jingling outside your door and knew that it could only be that one person you've given your keys to. (Close friends yknow) You bolt upright, wiped your nose on your sleeve. Quickly clearing the unholy mess of tissues on the couch, you shove the blanket you had been using aside. Definitely how a not sick person would look like now.

Medkit stepped in just a second later and locks the door behind him. His eyes dart around the room and finally fixes themselves on you.

“Hi!” you gave him your best innocent smile.

He doesn't reply. Instead, he walks over to the coffee table and sets down his bag, squinting his eyes and scanning your body up and down in what can only be described as diagnostic judgement.

“You didn't answer my calls.” He said flatly.

“Heh…sorry, was probably asleep…” you grinned sheepishly.

“Yeah, sure.” his tone was dryer than sandpaper. “You sleep in jeans and I see you sitting up straight the moment I step into your house?”

You laugh weakly. “What? I'm just…uhm…chilling.”

He points at you. “Sniffling,pale, sweating. Not a very ‘chill’ look to me.” he says as a matter of factly.

“I'm just a little tired.”

“Yeah, and I'm a sfoth deity.”

You sniffle again and quietly curse at your body for betraying you.

His hand-gloved, icy cool-rose toward your face with purpose. You didn't flinch, just blinked as his fingers brushed against your temple and then your forehead. He exhales sharply like he was trying not to say something he'd regret.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, crossing his arms. “Allow me to guess.You were probably out delivering cold medicine while you yourself have a cold. Or volunteering somewhere again with no help whatsoever like you're on a solo mission. Am I right?”

You slumped.”I just don't wanna disappoint anyone who needs my help…plus I don't wanna worry anyone.”

He threw his hands up, exasperated. “I knew you'd say that. That's why I broke into your house when you suspiciously didn't respond to my calls! Okay, not broke in. Let myself in. But my point still stands!You're too kind for your own good.” Medkit then kneels down in front of you, checking your entire body for any other telltale signs of illness. The corners of his eyes crinkle slightly in concern. Or maybe frustration. After all, it was pretty much impossible to read this guy sometimes.

Medkit shoves a thermometer in your mouth.

“39 degrees Celsius. Fantastic. You're boiling alive.”

“It's not the worst I've had.”

Medkit side eyes you. “That isn't as comforting as you think it is.”

He then slowly pulled you up, bringing you into your own bedroom like he lived there (at this point he does lmao). “You're on house arrest. Doctor's orders,” he said. “Don't you hate being called that?” you teased.

He doesn't reply, but you see a soft, almost imperceptible curve to his lips - a smirk that was more a reminiscent smile than anything else.

Medkit tucks you into bed, pulling the blanket tighter around you and places a wet cloth on your head.

"You can't keep doing this," he muttered. "You run around fixing everyone else, but what about you? Who's taking care of you, huh? I've ought to call every place you volunteer at and tell them to ban you from ever entering again,”

You look up at him with a weak smile.”I have you, don't I?”

That shut him up. For a few seconds at least.

“Tch…”

Later, you were nestled in a bundle of blankets and Medkit was fussing over something like hydration or whatever. You sit up and reach out to check your phone to see if the orphanage had enough volunteers. Medkit immediately pulls away you phone and gently pushes you back to bed with his finger on your forehead.

“Nope. Lie down. Rest.”

“But I-”

“No buts.Do you want me to sedate you?” he asked, deadpan.

Medkit stood up and crossed to the kitchen, boots quiet against the floorboards. You listened to the soft clatter of a mug being placed on the counter. Medkit comes back with a cup of tea.

“Drink your tea before I replace it with cold medicine.”

He brushes your forehead with the back of his hand. “Never do this again.You're lucky you're my favourite patient.”

“I'm your only patient.”

“Exactly," he said with a smirk, "And I'd like to keep it that way.”

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this one is a bit shorter cuz I bum

also im prepping for artfight lmao

I added too much dialouge idk LOL

[pearlescentparade]

I FINALY DREW CHARACTER X READER ART CHEER FOR ME

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

[reiwini]

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

[fernzwing]

HI!! IM NOT DEAD !!!

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

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

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

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

[phighter-kisser]

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

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

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

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

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

[lauvesong]

Wah! How about medkit headcanons with a wife yn LIKE LIKE THEY MEET EACH OTHER IN PHIGHTS and he cant help but we sweet with them<3 I JUST WANT FLUFF!! LOSTS OF ITAAA

MEDKIT with a wife!reader who also competes in PHIGHTING!

a/n: im so sorry this took so long!! i LOVED this prompt so much i love writing medkit… ik u wanted hcs but i couldnt help but want to write a short fic 🥺🥺

MEDKIT..stoic, strict MEDKIT. always the one to scold a phighter during the matches for their foolishness and lack of spacial awareness.

you were a RANGED phighter, quick on your feet and easily stationed for battle, so it was rare for MEDKIT to see you at his little healing camp.

..until HYPERLASER spotted you sniping at his teammates.

you looked up to see his gun aimed directly at your goggles. despite your “quick feet,” you weren’t quick enough to dodge the blinding beam that hit you.

stumbling backwards, you immediately ran towards the closest healer on your team. SUBSPACE was not the ideal choice, so unfortunately you had to run across the entire map, searching desperately for a medic whilst dodging BAN HAMMER’S aggression, KATANA’S skill, and the most annoying of all, COIL.

you knew you were done for, until you spotted a familiar teal glow from behind a wall. BOOMBOX was wincing with each step and beat he made as he ran from the corner. he had slight gunshot holes on his shirt and tie, and you knew. it was him.

scurrying to the corner while carrying your heavy weapon, you crashed into a familiar figure , taking both of you down. as MEDKIT opened his mouth, about to scold and yell at you, he stopped.

MEDKIT stood up, brushing the dirt off of his clothes as he crossed his arms while glaring at you. “what are you doing here?” he questioned, eyes sharp as daggers; behind them was a glint of worry and softness.

quickly, you rambled to him about HYPERLASER and how you got injured. pinching the bridge of his nose, MEDKIT took your arm and dragged you towards a stone for you to sit on.

you gulped, bracing yourself for the pain of MEDKIT’S gunfire. squeezing your eyes closed, you held your breath and puffed your cheeks out. MEDKIT removed your goggles, gently placing them in his briefcase.

you pondered why he didn’t just heal you immediately, the easy way. opening your eyes, you saw him patching up your wounds carefully, handling you as if you were glass.

“you need to be more careful,” he stated. behind his strict demeanor, was that man you loved so deeply worrying about you. he had lost so much, and you certainly won’t be a part of that.

his fingers grazed across the bandages, you felt the cool metal of the wedding band on your skin. gently, MEDKIT took your hand in his as he spoke, “i know a spot where they won’t hurt you. you’ll have a better chance at hitting the enemy without having to come back to me.” MEDKIT helped you up, leading you to the area he spoke of.

when you reached said place, MEDKIT helped you get onto the platform, handing you your weapon as well. MEDKIT always struggled with words of affection and love, but you could see in his eyes that he cared for you deeply. he kissed your hand gently before he departed to go back to his regular healing duties.

oh, you loved him so much.

[bloodyinkandquill]

Phighting x Reader Valentine’s day special

IF TEXT IS IN RED ITS NSFW OR SUGGESTIVE

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!

[acupofinkedblood]

Pre-disaster Medkit x reader x Subspace

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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 (・∀・)

[phighting-x-you]

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

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

I love cooking for you guys ehehehe,,,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who is this."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...we can-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[howlingmod]

under the mistletoe

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

misc - HAPPY HOLIDAYS ..... smiles

sword

"What?"

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

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

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

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

skate

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

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

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

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

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

katana

"..."

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

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

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

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

banhammer

"Funny seeing you here!"

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

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

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

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

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rocket

"Well, you know what they say!"

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

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

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

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

slingshot

"What? Oh- OH!"

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

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

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

scythe

"Well well- lookey here."

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

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

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

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

shuriken

"Well, I'm waaaiting ..."

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

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

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

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

hyperlaser

"Negative."

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

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

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

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

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medkit

"Really?"

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

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

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

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

boombox

"(You wanna?)"

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

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

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

subspace

"Ugh- Don't be ridiculous!"

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

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

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

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

vine staff

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

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

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

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

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

coil

"Aww- Did you plan this?"

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

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

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

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

[phighterss]

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

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

scythe

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

medkit

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

the broker

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

[nonymous-nb]

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"Everything."

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

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

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

"You were a wonderful experience."

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

"You were.. everything."

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

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

{ I love Medkit }

[pearlescentparade]

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

[reiwini]

💙...

[milkcookiekin]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[phighter-kisser]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn't like it.

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

Anyways, reuniting time!!

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

Nothing out of the ordinary considering how Phights were.

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

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

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

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

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

It was nice.

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