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nonymous-nb · 5 months

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Medkit & Subspace x Reader

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"Medkit and Subspace won't stop PHIGHTING."

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

Warning/s: [Subspace.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait, are they gay for me—"

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

#—♡nb writings #phighting x reader #x reader #roblox x reader #medkit x reader #phighting medkit #phighting subspace #subspace x reader #romantic #medkit and subspace won't stop phighting

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overcastedsays · 6 months

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[Image ID: Image 1 of 3: A digital artistic rendition of a screenshot of Banhammer Phighting clipping into the side of a buildinging while pursuing The Broker. Banhammer says “YOU CANNOT RUN FROM THE LAW.” While the Broker sits and smiles idly. Image 2 of 3: A digital artistic rendition of a screenshot of Biograft Phighting saying “Eat 3 apples in quick sucession.”. They are pointing at Subspace, who confused looks back at Biograft from his desk. Image 3 of 3. A digital artistic rendition of a screenshot of Medkit Phighting saying “I’m a professional.” “All deaths are intentional.” He is firing his gun at a crossroads civilian while he looks towards the viewer with a tired, annoyed expression. The artist’s url (@overcastedSays) is written in the corner of each image /End ID]

some silly phighting screenshots with a little twist

thank you to @phightingscreenshots for a gold mine of phighting screenshots

(original screenshots under the cut)

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sourle · 7 months

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OMGG PHIGHTING X READER???? CRYING OUT OF HAPPINESS!!!!!! IM SO HAPPYYYY!!!

can u write medkit x reader from blackrock plz.. Basically the reader is also Subspace's co-worker beside Hyperlaser..

I gotchu'

And u never mentioned what type of it, one shot or HeadCanon but since I can do whatever I want, I'm making it a HeadCanon...

Medkit x Reader

Genre: fluff

Type: HeadCanon

Never you would've thought you would fallen for an Ex-Blackrock civilian, not to mention one who's wanted even.

You kept your feelings secret, especially from Subspace, knowing him.. he will definitely threw a tantrum about it.

You knew about Medkit, but not much. You just knew he's an oldie back at the blackrock.

You both first met at a Phighting match, being the new Phighter you are, you definitely gave your best and did a number on the opposing team.

One of your teammates who happens to be Medkit was a bit shocked, your skill definitely has its use.

The second time you met is in another phighting match, but this time you both are on the opposite team.

You defeated him and this time you really caught his attention by your skill.

After the match you were approached by another phighter, introducing themselves and a friend! Medkit!

And from then on you both started to talk to each other, he didn't trust you at first due to you being from blackrock (note that you haven't told him your alliance with subspace yet).

But slowly he warms up to you, he likes your chill and quiet nature, calmer than most people he friended as a Phighter.

I could say he does enjoy your company, and how calm you usually is.

The moment you told him you're working with Subspace, put a bit of trust broken in Medkit.

"Hey Medkit?" You spoke in a whisper, leaning against a box next to him. "Hmm?" He hummed, turning to look at you with narrowed eyes.

"I... Wanna tell you something, promise you won't get mad..." Your voice softens a bit, giving trust in Medkit knowing he'll keep the promise.

"what's it?" You look up from the ground, taking a deep breath as you cross your arms.

"I'm.. working with Subspace.."

Silence

Even so he unexpectedly accepted that, as long as you're not annoying.

He kept quiet about it for months before speaking out his concern, about you being a spy. You reassured him you're not and only there to be friends with him.

Though the trust is hard to regain back after it, DON'T WORRY DEAR READER!-

Slowly but surely you regain his trust by always having his back in battles... When you are both in the same team that is.

#phighting #phighting x reader #medkit phighting #medkit x reader #x reader #lemon writes #honestly i love medkit sm hes such a bbg for us all

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rocketmoment · 10 months

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civilian-sona

#roblox #roblox art #phighting #roblox phighting #roblox oc #civilian phighting #phighting civilian #phighting civilian sona #civilian sona #sorry for blinding ur eyes with pink lol

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deoreoo · 1 month

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Hello Hoji! Can I have some Rocket hcs from you? Either just general or x reader is good! (Or both if you feel like it-)

Rocket Hcs!

Ft. Rocket who you met in the most absurd way

First of all i think you both met oddly to say the least-

Imagine being an innocent civilian and BOOM a 'rocket' flies past your face! And then you die-

Jokes aside- you would be mortified and Rocket would have to apologise so so sooo many times that other civilians would look at you both. Mind you this happened on the street....

Though this interaction was usual you managed to befriend rocket In a way-

And yes this means you have to babysit a overly excited teenager and get dragged out in his shenanigans with sword

But you arent complaining since its just an explosion here and there- anndddd thennn zuka scolds the three of you for doing something reckless....again

But you and rocket would laugh it off and sword just sighs at the trouble you guys have cost

Rocket would definitely invite you on phights to watch him on a safe distance

And because he cares about his friends so much he does'nt want you to get hurt from his- 'rocket" again... or from any other phighters

So he's very extra careful which is a shocker considering his clumsiness

He also appreciates you since you dont question his overly energetic self and clumsy self!

Overall i think rocket is a very fun friend to hang out with! Unless he nukes your house :]

#phighting x reader #rocket #phighting rocket #phighting!

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raaorqtpbpdy · 1 year

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Dead on Arrival

Written for the Phic Phight Prompts: In some hospitals, CPR is done to a patient despite them being declared dead on arrival. This is a courtesy to the family. The doctor doesn't expect the scream when they lay down the defibrillator paddles on the boy's chest (from @eyesofcrows), Danny gets caught in the middle of a bank robbery. Can he diffuse the situation without revealing his powers? (@wingedflight), and For some reason someone uses defibrillators on Danny, the feeling is all too familiar to him (@phantomphangphucker)

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[Warnings for blood, injury, violence, flashbacks, minor dissociation, hospitals, and near-death experiences]

Daniel Fenton was dead on arrival. Everyone there when he was brought to Amity Park General Hospital knew that. No pulse, no breathing, already cool to the touch. But his parents were inconsolable, desperate. They demanded something be done. So the doctor called for a defibrillator and started chest compressions, just for the parents' peace of mind. They'd just lost their fourteen-year-old son. It was the least the doctors could do to extend them this courtesy.

When the nurse came in with the defibrillator, they cut away the boy's shirt to press the paddles to his bare skin, ignoring the slick blood covering every inch of skin. They all knew nothing would come of this, that it was more or less for show, but they did it anyway. The nurse set the charge.

"Clear," warned the doctor before administrating the shock.

None of them were expecting the corpse to scream. A visceral, bone-chilling scream. A scream that rattled the windows, that made the lights in the whole hospital flicker with the force of it. A scream like the auditory incarnation of pain itself.

The doctors and nurses all slammed their hands against their ears, desperately trying to block out the sound, to no avail. It was the most horrible thing they'd ever heard in their lives. But it meant one thing. Danny Fenton was alive after all.

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It was rare for Danny to encounter trouble with humans. He was a ghost hero, after all, so he mostly dealt with ghosts causing trouble. There were a few exceptions, like Freakshow, and sometimes Vlad, but even the exceptions were at least ghost-adjacent. These guys weren't.

They were one hundred percent human, committing a one hundred percent human crime. Two in the bank lobby, two more cracking the safe. Danny had just been coming to cash a birthday check when they showed up waving guns around and demanded everybody get down on the floor. It wouldn't have been fair for Danny to go ghost to fight a bunch of bank robbers, but of course, they were pointing guns at civilians, and he wasn't about to let that slide, either.

"That's it, nobody's gotta be a hero," one of the robbers said, and that sounded like a cue if ever Danny had heard one, because there was no way he was about to let that happen.

"Excuse me," he said, standing up to get their attention entirely on him. Immediately both the robbers in the reception area had their guns trained on him. It was preferable to having those things aimed at regular humans, not to mention an unfortunately familiar position for Danny to be in, so he had no trouble remaining calm as he raised his arms to show them he couldn't fight back.

"Si'down, kid," barked one of the robbers.

"I was just wondering if this is really the best use of your time," Danny said casually, staying on his feet, keeping the robbers' focus all on him. "I mean, surely you have better things to do than rot in prison, right?"

"There'll be no prison, 'cause we won't get caught!" the other robber said.

"Sure you won't," Danny said sardonically. "Except, you're not wearing masks, and this place is full of cameras." Idiots. Danny's presence might've given them a fighting chance, that is, if every public building in Amity Park hadn't made the switch to Fenton Spook-Proof Security Cameras about a year ago. "So I have to wonder what exactly your plan is here? Are you gonna get radical plastic surgery with the money you steal?"

The one closest to Danny smirked. "Robbie hacked the cameras before we came in, ain't that right, Robbie?"

"Uh... I thought Nick was supposed to do that," said the one standing by the teller's desk.

"What?!" said the first guy. "That was your job!"

"I don't know how to hack cameras, Jack." Robbie responded.

"Jack, Nick, and Robbie, huh?" Danny repeated. "Robbie the robber? Who's your fourth guy, Steal?"

"Melvin," Robbie said, "but his last name is Steel. How'd you know that?"

"And what's your last name?" Danny asked.

"Johnson, but I don't see what that has to do with anyth—"

"Robbie you fuckin' moron!" Jack groaned. "Now he knows our names and our faces!"

"Oh, shoot!" Robbie lowered his gun to slap a hand over his mouth.

"That's not a bad idea," Jack said, putting on a wicked grin and leveling his gun at Danny, whose eyes widened. "He can't talk if he's dead."

"Wait!" Danny shouted, but he didn't have time to say anything else before Jack shot several rounds into his gut and he collapsed backwards onto the floor.

Dark red bloomed across Danny's shirt. It stung a little, but it wasn't so bad, actually. Not as bad as an ecto-blast, but worse than a paper cut, he decided. Although, that could've just been because his brain hadn't caught up with the injury yet. His extremities were already loosing feeling as blood pumped out of the holes in his abdomen and pooled around him. It was a shame. Danny really liked this shirt, and now it was completely ruined.

He knew he'd bleed out before the police arrived, even though the robbers had failed to prevent the teller from tripping the silent alarm. He'd probably be okay in the long run, but he'd pass out for a bit while his body healed. All Danny could do was hope these idiots didn't realize that everyone else in the bank had also heard their names, and could therefore identify them just as well as Danny could. As long as he was the only one who got shot, everything was okay. That was his last thought before he lost consciousness from the blood loss.

The next thing Danny knew, was the all too familiar sensation of electricity shooting through his heart. It wasn't as strong as the last time, but it reminded him of it, of the portal accident, and the memory alone made it feel much much worse. The phantom pains that tore through him as he recalled the worst experience of his life increased the pain a thousand fold.

A scream ripped from his throat.

Whatever was happening in that moment didn't exist to him.

He had no idea where he was, or how he'd been zapped, or what else, or who else was around him.

All he could see was green.

All he could feel was a burning pain lighting up every nerve in his body, ionizing his atoms, rearranging his molecules.

The smell of ozone and charred meat filled his nose.

The metallic taste of blood overtook his mouth as electricity arced between his teeth.

His screams would echo in his head for months to come, would haunt his dreams as long as he haunted the Earth, perhaps longer.

It was overwhelming.

He was overwhelmed.

After a lifetime and a moment, the pain started to fade; the sensations ebbed. Everything was still. Everything was quiet, but for the ringing in his ear drums.

Danny felt floaty and faraway. He fisted his hands, digging his nails into his palms to ground himself, and pushed himself into a sitting position. Gradually, he became more aware of his surroundings.

He was in a hospital room. It smelled like antiseptic and blood. The light was out. Shattered glass glinted on the countertop. The hospital bed was thin but soft under his hands. He took a deep, shuddering breath.

No one seemed to be there until Danny looked down. A doctor, two nurses, and Danny's parents were all unconscious on the floor, blood dripping slowly from their ears. Alarmed, Danny checked to see if they were alive, and sighed in relief when they were.

He'd done this.

It was all his fault.

#phic phight 2023 #phic phight #fic #things i wrote #dp #danny phantom #angst #danny fenton

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