#subspace x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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♡ YAN ! SUBSPACE X READER ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was far from the truth.

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

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

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

And you were right -- everything was fine.

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

Subspace T. Mine.

You felt your heart stop in the moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Subspace wanted everything you had.

Subspace wanted you.

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

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

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

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

He needed you.

So when you disappeared, Subspace was devastated.

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

Medkit suffered the consequences of his outbursts.

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

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

And he saw you.

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

He found you.

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

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

Subspace had found you.

And he wasn't going to lose you again.

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

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

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

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

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

The night grew still.

You swore you heard quick footsteps.

Multiple footsteps. Two people, max.

One sounded.. normal. The other sounded heavier.

Something wasn't right here.

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

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

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

" TARGET ACQIRED. "

You knew those voices.

Biografts.

A Biograft was holding you still.

" PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RESIST. "

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

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

You felt a sharp pinch in your neck.

You screamed.

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

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

A cold hand covered your mouth.

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

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

Subspace.

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

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

no no no no noononono

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

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

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

[piplup335]

Subspace and reader who got yeeted into Phighting!

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

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

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

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

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

All of a sudden, your eyes started to ache.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You glanced up.

Oh. You were ascending.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was Blackrock's greatest scientist.

Subspace.

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

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

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

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

The traits of the Inpherno’s residents.

"Uhhhhh..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guess it was time to come clean already...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, but it's not like-"

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

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

"Fine...I guess."

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

At this point, you had nothing to lose."

"...(Y/n)."

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

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

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

He was cut off by a sneeze from you.

“Sorry, Subspace…too cold.”

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

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

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

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

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

reqs are open, just go to the pinned msg!

thanks for reading! :D

[sojuzz]

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

★Subspace x Taller Reader

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

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

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

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

-to stubborn to admit that he loves you really.

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

-all bark no bite

-he likes it when you try and cook him things

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

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

-makes you learn the periodic table

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

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

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

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

A/N:im giggling so hard GOODBYE

[phighterss]

★ Subspace Relationship Headcanons ★

tags: subspace/reader, general relationship headcanons, sfw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nonymous-nb]

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★ Medkit & Subspace x Reader ★

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"Medkit and Subspace won't stop PHIGHTING."

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

Warning/s: [Subspace.]

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

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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 is 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 is solely on you. Subspace couldn't help his feelings, just being with you just makes him feel something.. 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 just for you to witness and see.. 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 male 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. "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.

You figeted with your fingers and try to think of possible ways to defuse the two large ticking bombs in front of you. "Would.. would you guys like to.. well— go somewhere to calm down..?" Yeah, you're bad at this crap. You began to sweat more as the duo looked at you, 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 another way possible. Just to show this teal phuck who you already belong to.

Not expecting him to make you 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 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 out. 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, facing towards you. "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 and talk with the warden.

"That's all that happened, sorry if they caused too much trouble." You apologized at the warden, vouching for those two. "hm, don't worry, 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 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—"

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

[milkcookiekin]

jealous phighters! (aka them dealing with creepy people)

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

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

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

“shhh, you’re ok now, dearest.”

hyperlaser - would likely make them his next target

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

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

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

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

“BACK THE FUCK UP, BITCH.”

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

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

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

“are they bothering you, my beloved?”

[sourle]

Can I request a medkit and subspace fighting over reader?? You can choose whether it's oneshot or headcanons and the gender of the reader :3 *I need more drama from those two*

They fight like a cat and a dog.

Medkit VS Subspace

Began!

"No! Honestly one eyed freak-" "you're one eyed too, smartass." Subspace fumes as Medkit cuts off his speech. It's been an hour since they started bickering insults at each other.

"Guys, please just stop. What is going on??" You huffed, crossing your arms as you give them a slight glare.

Subspace scoffed while Medkit just rolled his eyes at his nemesis. You can't help but mentally facepalm.

"Well, [Name]. I'm here to pick you up for our usual hang out until this green fucker tried to get you to cancel our time together." His voice is laced with venom as he glares at Medkit, which the Medic returns.

"Well, Pardon me. But I came here to spend time with [Name] like we both promised." Subspace growls at this as he snapped his head to you which makes you jumped.

"Is that true!?" "I mean... Our hangout is tomorrow Space.." you trailed off as Subspace froze for a bit, "well let's change it today!" He huffed.

"What-" "No way, apparently they can't go out with you since they are hanging out with me." Medkit cuts you off, earning a sigh from you.

This is not good..

[lynxtheserval]

So hey y'all. I died, but I got better hehehe HAAA!! (Clash of Clans / personal joke reference go brrrrr)

So anyway, I got sudden inspiration for a very specific scenario with a Yandere Subspace x Reader who tried to run away with a faulty Biograft

Idk man it just popped into my head LMAO

Anyway I might make a part two, depends on how this turns out!

Yandere Subspace X Reader who tried to run away with a faulty Biograft!

(TW: Needles, Drugging, Being held Forcefully, Murder, Yandere Shit, Maybe OOC Subspace, been a while since I've written)

“NO!” You shouted, unable to move. You struggled in the functioning Biografts grip.

You watched as Subspace, the man who claimed to love you, ripped away the life of the only thing you could call a friend.

His hands viciously ripped the circuits out of the defective Biograft, your friend. The person who was going to get you out of this terrible situation. The situation that was probably going to get a lot worse from here.

After letting out his rage on the poor Biograft, Subspace stayed still for a few, long moments. He then started to slowly get up from his seated position on top of the deceased Biograft. Once standing, he slowly looked over to where you were being held. His gas mask was slightly off of his face, to where you could see his deranged, half rotted smile. Unfortunately, he wasn't smiling with joy or excitement. He was smiling with pure rage. He was pissed, the most mad he's ever been with you. He started walking towards you with a face pace, speeding up with each step, until face to face with you. He stared at you, with those unhinged, pink eyes. Subspace then spoke.

“Oh.. my! It looks like you might be regretting your decision!!” he cupped your chin and tilted it to face him, forced to directly look him in the eyes.

You tried to struggle but the Biograft had too strong of a hold on you, Subspace was just watching with an amused expression.

“Sweetie… you know this Biograft is stronger than that pathetic one!” He looked over and angrily pointed at the diseased Biograft, the faulty one. The one who thought they could take you away from HIM. What an idiot! He really needs to work on the code, to make sure this never happens again.

Subspace looks back at you, frowning. He puts his gas mask back on, straightens it, and sighed.

“My love..” He started, but you interrupted him with a yell.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!? WHY DO YOU WANT TO RUIN MY LIFE?! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU!” You shouted, in complete rage, in complete agony. Tears started forming in your eyes, and soon fell down your face in a constant stream.

He looked at you, his eyes seemed enraged for a moment, then seemed calm. He put his hand over your mouth, stopping you from yelling any more.

“Y/N… you know I'm just doing this for your safety, correct?” He keeps saying that, always trying to convince you he's trying to help you, keep you safe. He then wiped some of the tears away from your cheeks, and ran his hand through your hair.

You couldn't do anything, struggling wouldn't help, so you just gave up. Subspace noticed this, how your body went limp in Biografts grip.

“Biograft, let her go. She's calm enough now!” he snapped at the bot. The Biograft released its hold on you, and you fell down into Subspace’s arms. He looked down at you, it seemed as if he was smiling. He sat down with you in his arms, taking you into a full hug.

He hummed a small tune, trying to calm you down further. Running his hands through your hair, he then spoke.

“Let's go back home, okay?” He paused, trying to figure out what to say next. “I know today has been rough for you, but you can't leave me. All I do.. it's for your own safety!! I know that faulty Biograft was important to you, but it would hurt you. It WAS hurting you!”

“But it-” You tried to speak, but he interrupted you with a “shh”.

“Darling, just relax now, okay? This might hurt a teeny tiny bit, but you'll wake up feeling all better!”

Before you could protest, he stabbed a needle into your arm, and within a few seconds, your vision went black.

As he stared at you in his arms, his glare came back. He looked back at the defective Biograft, wishing it could just come back to life, so he could kill it all over again. And again. And again.

He looked back at you, still glaring. How stupid of you, to think you could leave him, with a faulty Biograft helping you! No, never. He'll never let this happen again.

NEVER.

[mymellifluous]

for my pookies who are in lov with subspace

[ieatshoesalot]

Hiii.... can I have subspace x reader enemies to lovers oneshot.. I wanna punch him so bad...

YBES RAHH

EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU!!

Sorry if it's bad WAHGGGHHHHHHGGGGG dies

Warnings: super hot poison man, mentions of kissing but like.. Absolutely no depictions lol

This is like emr erm erm erm headcanons mixed with woneshawt... Ye DIES DIES DIES DIES

Subspace x reader enemies to lovers

Reader uses gn pronouns.

- you were probably walking or something.. Idk walking your pet or just taking a nice stroll for awhile.

- your clumsy ass was on your phone.. Probably looking at subspace fan art /j

- until you bumped into your future husba- I mean some stranger you don't know..

"WATCH IT!" (he's not yelling I swear I just headcanon that he would talk in caps)

"Yeah yeah.. Whatever." You said as you rolled your eyes slightly.

- after he had left you really didn't seem to like him.. And the worst thing is that he was on your team in the next phighting match.. (Reader is a phighter YAYAYAYAYAAYYAYAYAYAGSSCJBSCJGC)

*insert super cool time skip to tomorrow*

- it was 2:09 in the afternoon, the match was soon. You still had a bad feeling, hating the fact that bitch was on your team.

- you opened up your closet, getting your clothing on.

*cool time skip*

- it was.. Really chaotic. As expected, subspace was on your team.

- your team was loosing, barely even being on the point. You were trying to fer on point, but subspace had gotten fed up.

"GET ON POINT YOU IDIOTS..!"

"I am on point! You idiot!"

- you said that angrily, as your starting to also get fed up.

- you two started to argue, while medkit just stood there like: 👀

- eventually the round ended, ending up in you and subspace arguing.. Again. Everybody was just like: tf is going on?

*cool time skip to when you got home*

-you sighed, changing into baggy clothing. You laid on your bed, tired from the match.

-you slowly fell asleep, snoring like a mofo

*insert a time skip to where y'all warmed up a bit*

- to your surprise, subspace had started to slightly warm up to you. You two started to be frenimies, but not friends.

- neither you or him could get each other of their minds.

-you thought that it was just you thinking about the fact he's your frenimie, but.. You found out it was more.

- now to think about it, subspace had been acting.. More.. Nervous.

- did you..

- ..like him..?

*another timeskip to another match*

- this time.. Subspace and you were on opposite teams. Of course, he was going to target you for the shits and giggles.

- if he did.. You would too.

- both of you eventually spot eachother, fighting like children. Like, physically.

- untill.. Both of you landed on top of eachother. 👀

- everyone was like: OOOOOOOOO!1!!1!1!1

- once the match was over you two made out LMAOO /srs

- than you two confessed after two days of being awkward toward each other :3

RAHH!! I GOT LAZY BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED @subspacekisser1

[vinestaffery]

no one can convince me but this tag and including other ones make me not feel alone in my phighting selfshipping world thank you for making my days brighter!!!!!!!!

[phighting-x-you]

Subspace x reader fluff......... Starts drooling.... /nf

SURE!!

Subspace fluff headcannons ❤🧪

People wouldn't first strike Subspace as the affectionate type, but it's a completely different story when it comes to you

Even though he seems evil and moody, his whole demeanor lights up whenever you appear

He would gloat about his achievements and his successful experiments to you but he'd claim his favourite achievement of them all was having you as his S/O

^ He'd probably also brag about you to his coworkers about how amazing of a partner you are. Biograft doesn't seem to mind (then again it's Subspace's creation), yet Hyperlaser doesn't care in the slightest

"...And that's why I'm proud to have (Phighter name) as my partner!"

"I'M VERY PLEASED FOR YOU, CREATOR."

"This isn't relevant to today's work..."

After experiments, Subspace would walk around, with his arm snaked around your waist, as he told you all about it

Isn't the biggest on PDA but he would sometimes kiss you in public to let others know you're his and his alone

^ Alone, however, Subspace would probably make out with you. Maybe even kiss/nibble on your neck if he was in the mood. I think he'd also kiss your hand

I don't know if Subspace would sleep alot as he's experimenting with things, but in bed he would definitely be the big spoon, or sometimes you would spoon him, he'd love to be in his S/O's arms

Overall, Subspace seems cold and cruel but he's warm and sweet to you <333333

[piplup335]

Subspace & a reader who is a toxic player!

HEYA, FELLAS!!!

sry I didn’t have time to write, I was quite busy these few days ;-; but hey, now I have time to write! I’m just cramming out whatever time I have to finally rest and finish up reqs :D

honestly I like writing for you all, so I’m not a fan of going inactive LMAO

anyway, enjoy!

requested by…yeah, you already know who you are, you just don’t wanna admit it. I know who you are :)

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"At last."

Subspace could feel the smugness radiating off of Medkit as he fired a crystal, instantly healing his teammates. Subspace had tried to chase after and take down the other team's Shuriken for one and a half minutes, only to get shot and taken down by Medkit himself, his sworn enemy.

Or rather, Subspace himself didn't try to take down Shuriken.

It was the player. The one controlling him.

More specifically, someone named (Y/N). He overheard the name when someone yelled at them to keep quiet…and judging by the tone, it seemed like this wasn’t the first time.

Deep down, Subspace never wanted to fight anyone. He just wanted to stay in his lab in Blackrock, tinkering on his newest experiments and inventions, improving the Biografts he held so dear to him...after all, the Biografts were the "people" he truly felt close to, the beings he saw as children.

But no, the creators of the endless game he was trapped in pulled him out of Blackrock for ungodly amounts of time, only being able to leave when the server was shut down for maintenance or when the game was closed for updates.

He rarely even got to see his creations as often, only being able to catch sight of them in what the players called a "lobby" or during one of the matches. Regardless of whether Biograft or Hyperlaser was on the same team as him or not, a familiar sight was always appreciated.

To the players, it was just an average video game where you use random characters and fight each other with swords and stuff.

To Subspace, it was hell.

He wanted to be left alone to work on his creations in the eternal winter of Blackrock.

But no, he had to be pulled out of the comfort of his lab just to fight people, most of whom he had never met before.

He didn't even have control of his actions either- everything was decided by the player.

The player. Subspace shuddered at the thought.

He always hated losing control of his body, watching helplessly as the player controlled his every movement. Controlled where he walked, who he attacked, how he attacked...Subspace couldn't even run to save his life if he wanted to.

Sometimes, whoever the player was would be nice to him. On those days, the player would make smart decisions to avoid death, allowing him to effortlessly eliminate multiple opponents by utilising his poisonous tripmines to shred the opposing team's defences.

In other scenarios such as this one, however, the player controlling him was terrible.

They would make the worst possible choices, immediately charging into battle even though he was meant to attack from a distance. They never used his crystals effectively, missing the opportunity to immobilise and slow down his opponents...they made so many bad decisions it was almost impressive.

Today, however, seemed a lot worse.

Not only did this one player, (Y/N), suck at utilising his abilities, but he would also curse him out for being "bad" and "useless".

And now, here he was. He was faced with a death screen with his limp body on the ground as Medkit ran past him to heal the rest of his team.

The player had spent almost two minutes trying to take down a SINGLE PLAYER. The amount of misfires on other people was impressive at that point...

And now it was all for nought.

"Damn it! You suck at this! I spend so much time trying to kill someone and I can't because you do less than 5 hitpoints for your normal attack!"

Subspace internally groaned at this. He was not allowed to cry out loud or make a sound outside his usual voice lines- that would alert the player that he and the others were self-aware about these phights being nothing more than a game.

He forced himself to keep his mouth shut.

Subspace was irritated- he wanted to yell out loud, retort at the player and get some common sense into his head. He wanted to instruct the player as to how to properly play him so that maybe, just maybe, the player could shut up for thirty seconds.

He was tired of seeing the death screen so many times in one match. By then, he had seen it seven or eight times in four minutes and was slowly getting tired of it.

He just wanted to break free from the puppeteer's grasp.

He just wanted to get out of the lobby. He wanted to head to Crossroads, down the familiar concrete path back to Blackrock. He just wanted to put on a warm coat amidst the everlasting blizzard in his faction.

The blizzard gave him a warmth in his chest...a warm feeling that reminded him of home.

"One last minute..." Subspace thought. One more minute, and he could rest for another thirty seconds...until being pulled straight back into another nightmarish round, another round where he'd experience the constant and tedious cycle of spawning, being controlled, getting killed, spawning again...

He wished he could go home, back to Blackrock. He did not like it here.

As the round ended, Subspace got a glimpse of the results screen.

He was last. Again. With thirteen deaths, zero kills, and only two assists.

“Darn it! Why’d I even pick you? Your damage output is trash!”

Subspace could hear (Y/N) let out a string of profanities upon seeing another loss. Just as Subspave thought all was lost and he’d die from madness after all this, he heard Zuka announce something- something he had yearned to hear for the past thirty minutes.

“Phighters- I got a message from the developers. Server’s gonna shut down, maintenance is happening soon.”

Five seconds later, Subspace felt energy return to his joints as he stumbled onto the floor.

Subspace tried moving his arm, then went on to flexing his fingers. It worked.

He let out a sigh of relief. It was finally over.

One by one, other phighters around the lobby stumbled and toppled over as they regained energy in their joints as the players got kicked.

The puppeteers were gone.

Zuka gestured into his van.

“We’re going back to Crossroads. Hop in.”

As the familiar tower in Crossroads emerged in the distance, Subspace finally let his shoulders relax. He was closer to Crossroads, closer to his laboratory, closer to his home…

Subspace wouldn’t need to fight his beloved Biografts like he was forced to in phights. It always tore him apart to attack his creations, the very things he had worked so hard to perfect…the closest thing he had to a true companion.

But now, he could rest.

Other phighters lounged around in Crossroads. Rocket could be seen making small talk with Sword

Hyperlaser and Katana could be seen heading to the nearest bar.

All the phighters seemed to want to have a chat with someone else before heading back to their respective factions.

Instead, Subspace trudged down the path to Blackrock without saying a word, exhausted and irritated from everything that happened.

Biograft spotted this and immediately sprinted towards his creator.

“I just don’t get it!! Why me?? Why do I always seem to get the most talentless players?? I can see their stats and half the people who play me are newbies!!”

Biograft listened. That was his task, anyway- to identify the needs of his creator and adapt to them. And right now, Subspace needed a listening ear- someone who would listen to all his woes about the day.

“Why am I even doing this?? It’s been a week without seeing a player that knew their stuff!! Dear Illumina, WHY?!”

Biograft may have been a robot, but he was programmed to understand what his creator needed and how to respond.

If he needed food, Biograft could cook up a meal.

If he needed a certain tool, Biograft could bring Subspace his trusty toolbox.

But right now, all Subspace needed was some comfort.

The duo trod back to the familiar snowy landscape of Blackrock in silence. Biograft knew that his creator just wanted to go home. He didn’t have the energy for this.

Back in the lab, Biograft listened to Subspace.

The lab was Subspace’s haven, the only place where he felt comfortable enough to let loose.

Subspace spent so much time in the lab, more time than in his own house so much so that Biograft would often worry for its creator. Subspace would then reassure it, saying that he’s just doing what he enjoys. Never once would Biograft ever see Subspace at his workstation without his concentrated expression, only changing when Subspace chuckled softly every time a component worked as intended.

But today was different.

Subspace was resentful of the player, and back in his lab was where he finally let out all his pent-up rage.

Upon entering the lab, Subspace collapsed onto a nearby chair, groaning in annoyance.

“That little sh-!! I did what I could to accommodate his stupidity, but what did he do?? Curse me out, that’s what!!”

Subspace got up, pacing around and stomping on the ground to emphasise his point.

Biograft watched his creator. It could hear everything the player said, and despite being on the opposite team, it could almost feel a sense of empathy towards his creator, deep down in his processors.

“And do I have a damn choice as to whether or not I get controlled?? No!! This crap is all part of a VIDEO GAME, and I don’t have a say as to whether or not I participate!! Can’t I like, call in sick??”

Subspace picked up a screwdriver and was about to hurl it at the wall…but he paused, looked at the tool, and set it back down on his workbench.

He collapsed back into the seat, groaning in annoyance.

“…apologies, Biograft. It’s been a rough day…and I finally get to let loose.”

Understanding his situation, Biograft’s processors whirred to life, processing the new information. The soft hum of the processor was the only sound in the lab as Subspace lay on the chair.

As Biograft’s processors grew silent, it walked over and put an arm around its creator.

For once in a long time, Subspace felt some warmth.

And it wasn’t from his usual coat.

-

thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

if you do have feedback, please drop it in the comments so I can improve my writing for you guys! :D

[subspacekisser1]

help

at first I was like

,,Hmm.. Subspace 🤤🤤"" as a joke..

but bro..,,

I donr think its a joke anymore..

[phighterss]

★ Subspace NSFW Headcanons ★

tags: subspace/reader, general nsfw headcanons, nsfw, talk of kinks

★ Look at me DEAD in the eyes and tell me that Subspace isn’t an absolute FREAK in the sheets.

★ Subspace has zero experience in things of sexual nature at all so when you first ask him about it he’s very curious about it (and very willing) to participate

★ I’m gonna be real with you Subspace is probably a switch, but more dominant leaning. He’s fine with either as long as he’s doing it with you, but there’s something more appealing about him bending you offer his working desk and thrusting up into you like an animal.

★ Not impartial to being submissive in bed, though. At times he loves being the pillow princess and letting you take care of him.

★ I’d say he’s pretty into bondage, preferably tying you up. Subspace likes how in charge and in control of the situation he is in. Taking what he’s giving you without question, his face stuffed into the crook of your neck, nibbling on it as he grinds his needy cock against your stomach.

★ LOVES quickies. He’ll just drag you into a private area to fuck and be done with it a few minutes later; it’s his way of getting relief throughout the day.

★ As for noises, he’s very whiney and whimpers a whole lot during sex, he starts whining and pants more when he’s getting close. He lets out the occasional moan but it’s not as common.

★ Very rough when topping. He doesn’t enjoy teasing you and prefers to just get with the act already and he does it at a hard and merciless pace. Subspace likes the way you feel, and he’s not going to hold back to bask in all you can give him. Though, even though he doesn’t like teasing you, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like getting teased, himself.

★ Subspace enjoys both giving and receiving oral. He loves stuffing his face between your legs and making you squirm, but also loves when you tease the tip of his dick with your tongue. It’s heavenly, in his opinion.

★ Making out with you is by far his favorite thing in the world. Pressing you up against a wall, sticking his tongue in your mouth, and listening to all the pretty heated noises you make is like a drug to him. He loves making you feel good, it really strokes his ego.

★ Loves making you cry from the pleasure. He finds it so beautiful and sexy you have no idea. Major dacryphilia lover.

★ Is fine with semi-public workplace sex. He doesn’t necessarily care who’s looking or watching. There has been multiple instances where Hyperlaser has walked in on you two (poor hyperlaser)

★ Absolutely open for experimentation — he’s a scientist, after all. He’s definitely not going to deny the opportunity to find something he likes, so, he’s down for anything and everything.

★ Conclusion: Subspace is a horny freak.

[nonymous-nb]

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★ Subspace x Tall!Reader ★

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"Tall ass bitch. — ..my tall ass bitch."

PHIGHTING! | Head-canon | Fluff | Romantic.

Warning/s: [data not found.]

Extra: [brain dead + my brain can't think of anything LMAO]

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• Ngl, I feel like Subspace wouldn't really care if you're tall or not..... lemme just write something up rq.

• Okay so, first of all, he thinks he's the tallest working demon in Blackrock. (He likes to intimidate shorter people with his height.. you can't change my mind.) So seeing someone taller than him and most importantly.. HIS OWN PHUCKING ASSISTANT— he was a bit flabbergasted when he wasn't the taller demon in blackrock now. sad lol.

• He does find your height quite useless and useful sometimes.. that's when he needs to reach much higher places that he can't reach that is.

• He doesn't like you nor does he hate you though, you guessed. he just thinks he doesn't need any assistant as he can do anything by himself, plus he has his biografts to order around.

• That's until neither of them could reach a tall ass shelf.

• He once ordered the biografts carry each other to get something off the shelf anddd... they all fell onto him LMAO—

• He did call out for you to get the stuff he needed, until you said something about him getting a chair or a ladder so he could reach it, yeah, he never asked again as he felt dumb of not thinking of that. -5 pts.

• Don't worry, you got him some mechanical parts as an apology that you think he'd like, so he won't kill you afterwards.

• He thinks it was a nice upgrade for his biografts though. +1 pts

• He is still an ass to you.

• But, he actually forgave you after about 3 months as you kept giving him the things he could use for his biografts, and occasionally asks you to buy some things..

• When he's chill and tired, do ask him about his latest inventions, he'll lighten up, he hides his little excitement and talk about it 24/7 and will never stop.. what have you done. +5 pts

• He now does insist that you go shopping with him at times, whenever he feels like it as you have an advantage to look for stuffs he wants. called you a dang giraffe too

• He makes you his personal eye shopping tree as you can see much higher places..

• Oh yeah, you carry everything too lol

• When you're now on his good side, he would repay you with a nod when you do/did something useful or worth his time.

• Don't worry it's gonna change overtime.. wink wink.

• For most parts, he acts like he doesn't like or care about anything, but wants you to get it for him secretly. do get it for him though.. +3 pts

• Oh, right, forgot to say that when you ask about his biografts or his inventions, AND you're actually interested in them??? Just know he's secretly giddy about it. +20 pts

• But now that he knows you're interested in his inventions, he showcases them to you, he never misses any damn details about it. (he talks about how efficient some of the component parts are too)

• Yay, you're on his good side, he's never letting your ass go now.

• Ngl, he dislikes it when you show anyone else with the same interest as you have for him, your interest shall solely be towards him, and him only.

• If he needs you for something and he can't find you? Yeah, doesn't happen you're the 2nd tallest in this building. no he doesnt wanna be on 2nd place.

• He also has this tendency to steal you away from anyone you talk to.. no matter how important it is, he's the boss, YOUR boss to be exact. So you should only follow HIS orders.. you are his assistant after all.

• Yeah, he only wants you to be interested in his doings and no one else. jealous ahh bit—

• [Y'know what, let's skip to when you guys are dating, yeah? I can't think of anymore bs.. why do i even do this..]

• You'll be the one carrying everything, no matter how small or big it is, you're carrying it.

• He uses you as a ladder, he makes you carry him whenever he can't reach crap.

• Also not only you're his ladder, he makes it as an excuse to do less things. Oh he could reach that? he calls for you. Oh no, it's it's a bit high up with a ladder besides it.... calls you anyway. You're his personal ladder now and you can't get away with it.

• He also makes you give him some piggyback rides, his legs are tired.

• Will definitely blush if you carry him bridal style.

• Don't do it in public though, he might present you a certain tripmine. *winks.*

• Also whenever he has some conversations with Scythe and makes him uncomfortable, he makes you as a shield.

• Scythe definitely think he's being babied.

• Overall, you're his.. you can't change that.

• You can't get away nor run now after all, you have him by your side..

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[Ngl, I don't think Subspace really cares about how tall anyone is, he just wants his inventions done and stronger.]