#Bulletproof

[mandareeboo]

The composition of this shot is so fucking funny. Mark yelling at the ship to go faster bc he's used to flying fast. Rudy, fresh off of mind control, chiding him that it doesn't go faster, actually. Black Samson trying to peer over the chair. Monster Girl squished into the back. Eve and Bulletproof looking carsick. Shapesmith looking the most solemn he ever has. Immortal can't even fit into frame.

The fact that the one driving is the one with the body of an eighth grader.

[feelingpure]

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FELLOW TRAVELERS 1.02 ‘Bulletproof’

[thethirdmaulertwin]

the guys :-)

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[foursthemagicknumber]

Uhhhhh yeah

[assassin-artist]

Mild obsessed with Mercy and I wanna know more about her! What would you say her relationships with other heroes is like? Namely the current Guardians roster.

A couple of doodles to go with the answer (:

I talk about the events of the show including the latest episode (3x07) so don't read if you aren't caught up!

-immortal - bad. immortal started off with warning her that he's watching her every move, similar with mark. he doesnt trust the twins because he never trusted omni-man, and his distrust was clearly justified after the events of the first season. she thinks he's an egotistical asshole who doesn't care about anyone else because of his refusal to become attached to his teammates, he thinks she's a time bomb waiting to go off just like her dad and brother. more than anything, though - she hates that he keeps comparing her to her father. her dad is one topic that she's sensitive about and can get temperamental if he's brought up. she tries to just stay away from immortal most of the time because she's confident she'd just start fights with him every other conversation.

-black samson - okay! samson, to me, has the vibes of a guy who's trying to hold the team together as best as he can. he's a charming guy who seems to care about them, and he does his best to get to know each of them. mercy isn't part of the guardians of the globe roster, but she works with them often enough that he probably considers her an honorary member or something. mercy is pretty closed off to others trying to 'take care of her' because she's trying really hard to be seen as independent and mature, so i think she shakes his concern and compassion off most of the time. not too rudely, though - she appreciates his attempts to be friendly. she just wishes he'd be friendly in a 'this person is my ally and teammate' way instead of in a 'this is a child i need to protect' kind of way.

-bulletproof - okayish. i don't think they interact much with each other at all in the beginning. but considering bulletproof is the only other flyer that she works with on a regular basis, i think just them having convos as they fly to and from missions will go a long way to building a rapport - for no other reason than because it's something only they can do. they'd be work friends i think. getting along on the job, but not really talking much off the job. i think they could be good friends off the job too, both of them like art and being a hero, but Mercy is the one who isn't interested in getting to know him further. sorry man, let's keep it all strictly professional..

-rex - close friends. she kind of had a crush on him the first time they met, and then she realized he was dating eve so she backed off immediately. and then she learned he cheated on eve and hated him with a passion for a while. similar to immortal, she thought of rex as egotistical and a complete jerk for a long while. but of course after his near-death experience, he turned his personality around and started being less of an ass, so her opinion of him changed quite a bit. the only person on the team that Mercy actually hangs out with outside of the job - they're similar in age and can talk to each other about their struggles of being abandoned by a parent (or 2 in rex's case). i think it's interesting that they gave Rae and Rex a romance in the show, because if Rex didn't have a romance, she absolutely would have been interested in him again. Well... we know how it ends, so i guess it's better for her that she never let her feelings develop too far...

-robot and monstergirl - bunking them together because Mercy always sees them together so they're basically a duo in her mind. Robot is crazy intelligent and Mercy respects it, but his penchant to talk from multiple copies of his robots kind of creeps her out and interests her at the same time. Kinda wishes she could do that too lol. Mercy feels sympathy for Monstergirl because of her curse, and the few times they do talk they get along just fine. It's just that they don't talk often. They aren't on the same team together and they never interact outside of the job, so there's just not enough there to build a relationship of any kind off of.

-duplikate - they have an okay work relationship, but they're both headstrong people with very different views on things. i think one of them might throw a jab at the other and that's all it would take to start a fight between them. they do NOT talk outside of work, and in fact, only talk during work if they have to communicate during a fight. in the headquarters? they're not really interacting at all. Mercy rolls her eyes when she learns that Kate and Immortal are getting married because "yeah of course the asshole is marrying an asshole".

-shrinking rae - not as close as Rex, but Mercy and Rae could definitely get along pretty well. maybe if we get to learn more about Rae in the show I could see them being friends outside of the job as well, but for now they're just close coworkers.

-darkwing ii - lastly, darkwing 2. crush material, but very slow buildup. she didn't go on that mission when Mark took Darkwing in for murder, she only heard about it second-hand from Mark himself, so that might be why she's way more forgiving of his issues than she is willing to be for Sinclair(she saw Sinclair's labs and victims personally). she still thinks he's unstable in the beginning and generally avoids him for a while, which he definitely notices, but i think all it would take is one comment from him talking about his remorse for what he did, and she might be willing to stay and talk it over with him. a short debate about morals turns into a longer conversation about regrets and what they would change if they could go back... about how the things they've seen and done has changed them forever. i think the two of them could be very good friends.. and maybe more (: such a shame he disappeared so fast in the show, but maybe id change the story a little bit now that Mercy is here to save the day, heh...

Edit: I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT SHAPESMITH.... He's my personal favorite hero on the guardians team, which of course means Ellie is going to like him too (: Another rare instance of Mercy allowing this coworker to hang out with her outside of the job. I think she'd be really interested in learning about his life on Mars, and in return she'd help him acclimate to life on Earth. Always bringing him little trinkets or candy from a dollar store, stuff like that lol. They would be the best of friends, I swear. He's not the best person to go to when she's looking to vent her frustrations about life and her issues, but he's always there to listen anyway, and she appreciates that.

[donavanmonarch]

Powerplex must have been in heaven during the Invincible War

[toxicrelief]

Crawling Back to You

Chapter ten

Synopsis: After as bad a fight as you had just experienced against Omnipotus, a lot of the Guardians are in need of your assistance. So, it’s time to make your rounds, after a brief visit to an old friend.

Pairing: Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Chapter: 10/?

Masterlist of all Chapters

TW: Descriptions of Gore and Excessive Blood, Descriptions of Vomiting

Note: Okay I lied, NEXT chapter will bring us to chapter one. getting super close :) and thank you everyone for the comments and theories! I love reading them!

“Flowers?”

“I didn’t know what else to get.” You admit with a lopsided smile, holding out the bouquet in front of you. “It didn’t feel appropriate to get you some random bottle of liquor when I have no clue what you like.” Rex was far easier to apologize to, maybe that was one of his few strengths. You had thought you were making progress with him, but you honestly had a really hard time reading him. You just knew he was hiding something; you couldn’t tell if it was related to you or not.

Donald hesitated before taking them from you. His head turned from side to side, looking for somewhere to place them, but he obviously did not spot someplace satisfactory. You felt bad now, he looked unbelievably dorky holding an obnoxiously sized bundle of flowers. “Thanks…”

“I snapped at you, during the museum job. And I’ve felt bad about it for ages.” Your hands gestured with you while you talked. “I bought these right before the showdown with Omnipotus, and since you’re here now it seemed like the best time.” In retrospect, it definitely was not.

He looked down at them, you couldn’t see his eyes, but he had a steady frown on his lips. “You snapped at me?”

You grimace slightly, maybe you have made the interaction much bigger in your head. After all, Cecil probably yelled at Donald enough that he hardly noticed a difference. Still, you did not want to excuse yourself when you knew you should be better. “I did, and I am sorry.”

“Oh, okay.” Donald returns his gaze to the flowers, the fluorescent lights of the Guardian’s headquarters reflecting off of them.

You liked Donald. He was quiet, competent. He could go completely unnoticed, but you knew how important he was. How much he did for the GDA. You had seen it firsthand when Cecil was familiarizing you with everything. Donald had supplied you with the files of all the superheroes you were going to work with after you had expressed anxiety to him about your oncoming situation. He never said much, but you felt comfortable in his presence. Like an old friend you used to tell everything, now you were distant, but you knew they had your best interest at heart.

A small silence settled over the two of you and you realized how odd it was to see him in the Guardians Headquarters.

“Why are you here Donald?” You inquired, now over the nerves of apologizing. “Did Cecil send you to check on everyone?”

“Yes, but more specifically you.”

“Aw, you guys worried about me?” You give him a cocky smile and lightly punch his arm, immediately feeling awkward afterward when he looks at your point of contact without speaking.

“How are you feeling? It was pretty rough out there, and the scanners are showing that your brain waves are still running slower. You’re not healing as quickly as we would like.”

“It was a rough battle, I’ll adjust.” You nod, you know he’s right, the residual headache is still there even a few hours later. “I think after a night’s sleep I’ll be back to my normal capacity. Right now, I just want to make sure everyone else is doing okay.”

“Everyone is alive, as far as I know none of them are in critical condition. Let them heal naturally or heal them tomorrow after resting.”

You put your hands on your hips raising a brow at him. “Is this a suggestion or an order Donald? Because it is my job to heal these people. I am not going to make them wait because I have a little headache.”

“It is a suggestion from someone who cares.” He says softly. “Your vitals have been all over the place for weeks, you’re unbalanced. With your incident and the last few close calls, you need to be more careful until you reach standard levels.”

The incident. Just call it what it is. You let someone die, no need to dance around it. You frowned slightly to yourself. Both Donald and Cecil had been dancing around the subject at hand. You didn’t even know the man’s name. Maybe it would be inappropriate to visit the grave of someone you had failed that much, but part of you wanted to. A more selfish part of you hoped that if you could, the nightmares would go away.

Maybe Donald and Cecil weren’t dancing around it, maybe they had just moved past it. And you were the one stuck in the past. If you weren’t careful it would start to affect your efficiency. You needed to start trying to move on. You can’t save everyone. But you should have been able to save him.

You blink a few times at Donald and then give him a soft smile. “Donald, I really appreciate your concern, but I am okay. I’ve got this. And if I don’t, should I really be on the team?”

“You’re not on the team Killdeer. You work for Cecil, and your worth expands beyond healing some scratches.”

You give him a nod of acknowledgment, but you have no intention of slinking off to bed in your apartment while these people are in pain. “Thank you, Donald.” You utter softly, before turning to leave the room you are standing in.

“Keep your earpiece in.” Donald says, and you look back at him for a final glance. He’s standing alone in the center of the room. The flowers held lightly in his grip. It was sweet really.

“I will Donald.”

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“I thought you were bulletproof.” Rex sneered.

“There were no damn bullets out there were there?” Bulletproof snarked back.

It was your first time seeing Bulletproof out of his suit, it was almost jarring to actually see his eyes and to see the angry expression he was making at Rex. You ignored their bickering and turned your attention to the long laceration up his arm. “How did you get this?” You questioned, examining it further while grabbing some saline solution and antiseptic they had in the kitchen.

“Damn thing grabbed me. It had these weird claws on its knuckles, wasn’t pleasant I can tell you that.” His gaze dropped to the bottles in your hands. “You need that?”

It came across as a little rude, probably unintentionally so, but you felt yourself bristle a little. “If I purify it before healing it, I won’t have to use as much energy to make sure that your body cleanses itself from the inside.”

“Does it take a lot of energy to heal someone?” He seemed to be genuinely interested, and you felt your souring mood instantly fade away.

You pulled a chair up in front of him, sitting down with your knees almost touching. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rex tense a little. He probably thought he was entitled to go first, but you were working your way down into the smaller injuries. And besides the cuts he received from saving you, he wasn’t doing too badly.

You began to clear any debris from the gash and used a saline wash to clean it up. “It depends on the injury. A gash like this will probably take a pretty large amount of effort to heal, whereas Rex’s little scratches will take significantly less.”

“The fact I only have a few little scratches I think speaks to how awesome of a hero I am.” Rex leaned against the kitchen wall, a proud smirk on his face.

“Or it goes to show how unhelpful you are. How you hardly get in the real fights.” Bulletproof retorted.

“Look here dickhead, just because I am able to do just as much as you can without being able to fly and without getting hurt doesn’t mean-“

“Oh god please just shut up.” Amanda groaned from her place at the table, Rae sat next to her with her head resting on her arms.

“What’s even wrong with you? You look perfectly fine.” Rex focused his animosity on Amanda now, tilting his head.

“Nothing asshole, maybe I just want to be here for my teammates.” She spat back.

“We don’t need you here pitying us-” Rex started, stepping forward with an antagonistic finger pointed in her direction.

“I want her here.” You said simply, not bothering to look up from your work. A soft snicker escaped Rae but she didn’t lift her head at all either. You were getting a little worried about her, during your brief examination of them all she was showing signs of a concussion, but Bulletproof was losing blood. Even though he still seemed to have the energy to argue with Rex.

Rex hmphed loudly but didn’t continue, he recrossed his arms and rested his back against the wall once again.

“At least one of you has good tastes in company.” Amanda says, which makes you sigh because you know the arguing is about to start up again from this. Like bickering children.

You put down the bottles and grip the overside of Bulletproof’s forearm closing your eyes in concentration. Amanda leans forward slightly in her chair, her eyes wide as she analyzes what you are doing. The abrasion began to mend before their eyes, as if in reverse. Bulletproof grimaced quietly, a stark contrast to Rex’s outburst when you had healed him the first time. The sound of him shifting behind you told you he was reliving the same memory.

You glanced back for a moment, and his eyes immediately locked with yours. He maintained your gaze for a moment before looking away, his folded arms tightening slightly over his chest.

Odd.

You looked back at your work, focusing more on it. The wound was stitching itself organically. Any blood that was being pushed to the surface immediately sank back into the tissue until it was mended completely.

“It’s like it never happened.” Amanda stated, awe clear in her voice. “Pretty cool party trick.”

“But a party trick nonetheless.” Rex immediately interjected. You were getting tired of his whiplash, every time you thought you were both past frivolous insults, he always managed to input another. What an asshole.

You shook your head slightly, the headache was setting in strongly against you. It felt like miniature icepicks were taking turns going in and out at the base of your skull. Nothing new, but you were feeling your tolerance for the bickering begin the melt away.

“Seriously Rex?” Bulletproof responded.

“Why are you here Rex? You here to get healed for your little boo-boos?” Amanda’s tone was laced with the annoyance you decided to keep to yourself.

“Maybe I just want to be here for my teammates.” He said in a mocking tone, repeating Amanda’s earlier sentiment.

“You’re such a child.” Amanda spat.

“Look who’s talking!” Rex retorted.

“Thank you.” Bulletproof said to you, breaking your concentration from the once again oncoming fight.

“You’re welcome Zandale.” You said quietly in response, giving him a tired smile. He stood up, turning his arm a few times while looking over your handy work. He gave a silent nod and then went to leave, giving Rex a nasty look before exiting the kitchen.

Bulletproof’s exit left enough silence for you to turn your attention to Rae who was still laying her head on her arms.

“Rae, come here Hun.” You patted the seat and after a moment she looked up and bobbed her head. She clumsily made her way over staggering slightly to the right on her way over. She seemed to be getting worse as the day was going on, earlier she seemed almost fine. The adrenaline of their earlier battle was probably wearing off. As she sat down you placed your hand on her forearm, preparing to mentally check her. She was wearing a green and grey striped t-shirt; it was cute how everyone seemed more likely to wear the color scheme of their suits even when in their street clothes.

“Your hands are cold.” Rae stated, as she slurred just a little at the end of it, a telltale sign of some sort of brain damage.

“I know.” You responded gently. Her hair was still wet, dripping down her shirt leaving little streaks. “Can you tell me what your name is?” You were resorting to asking her questions, determined to conserve as much energy as possible as your head was killing you already. You wanted to be sure it was most likely a concussion before interfacing with her.

“You don’t know my name?” She frowned at this.

“I know your name.” You reassure, “I just need to hear you say it.”

“What is the point of this?” Rex’s sounds off again, which you consider ignoring, but you figure that will just edge him on.

“I’m checking for a concussion.”

“Can’t you just…I don’t know, tell?” He scoffs.

“The more time I spend determining what the extent of her injuries are, the more energy I burn off. If I can determine the core issue it is much easier to go from there.”

“Stop bothering her Rex.” Amanda glares at him.

“Your name?” You return your attention back to Rae.

“Rachel.” You actually had not known this was her name, so you looked at Amanda to confirm, who simply shrugged, clearly also not having known.

“And your last name?”

“My last name?”

“Yes.” You nodded. She didn’t immediately respond, her gaze wandering over the kitchen.

“Rachel.”

“Where are you right now Rachel?”

“The kitchen.” She looked over at the sink area, clearly taking cues from her surroundings rather than from her inner knowledge.

“The kitchen where?”

She remained silent at this, giving you a look like you had just asked her to do a backflip.

“Okay, Rae, do you know who I am?”

She nodded and gave a smile, immediately saying your name. “Well, that’s good.” You smiled at her. “I was getting a little nervous.” You closed your eyes and focused on the inferior parietal lobule as well as the hippocampus. The brain is a delicate organ, it takes a lot of focus to make sure that you do not accidentally do more damage than good. One small hiccup and you could leave her paralyzed or dead.

Luckily Rex remains quiet for this, and after a few minutes you see Rae’s brow relax, and as far as you can feel her cognitive functions should be back to normal.

“What is your name?” You ask, rubbing one of your eyes with the heel of your palm, willing away the shredding pain behind your eyes. You’re not too far yet though, you weren’t doing too shabby. And Donald dared to doubt you.

“Rae.” She said with a smile, sitting up straighter.

“Full name.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Well, she seemed fine now. You stretched, a wave of exhaustion falling over you. Soon you’d need to sleep this all off, it had been an extremely long day. “Amanda, can you make sure Rae gets back to her room? Right now, she’s feeling good because of the aftereffects, but once the usual aches set in it’ll hit like a truck.”

“Sure, why not.” Amanda stands up, heading to the door and holding it open for Rae.

“I’ll check on you tomorrow, okay?” You give Rae a pat on the arm you had just been holding on to.

“Next time drinks are on me.” Rae says, standing up with a little spring in her step.

“I’m sure you’ll bring them but somehow I doubt you’ll pay for them.” You tease back, which earns her giving you a shushing gesture before leaving with Amanda.

“Bye Rex.” She says with a glint in her eyes before disappearing out the door. Even with it closed behind them you can hear them both laughing loudly. Who knows why.

“Rather chipper.” Rex states sourly.

“It’ll wear off, you would know.” You lean back in the chair, rubbing the back of your neck.

It was now just the two of you. Hopefully, it would be quick, you were exhausted and in pain.

“Are you going to sit down Rex?” You cocked your head at him, crossing your leg over the other.

“No.”

“Are you going to stand over there like a creep until I feel so uncomfortable I leave?”

“It’s a free fucking country.”

“Well in that case I think I’ll be going-” You uncrossed your legs, putting your hands on your knees to stand up, only to hear him sigh and watch him sit in the chair in front of you. “Or not…I suppose.” You relaxed back into your chair, making no move to heal him. If you were being fully honest you weren’t sure that his minimal injuries were something that concerned you right now. You weren’t sure how much juice you had in you.

“So that fuzzy thing, after healing, that is a side effect of your abilities.” It’s a statement he’s trying to make, not a question.

“I’ve heard it can be. I don’t experience the same effect, so I am not sure.”

“But that is what Rae was feeling right?”

“I don’t know Rex, why don’t you ask her tomorrow?” You sigh softly.

“Why are you so secretive?” He accuses suddenly, a completely different tone entering his voice.

“What?” You sit up slightly at this.

“Access to our files, somehow being able to run missions alone, your little relationship with Cecil. What am I missing?”

“Can I not just be good company?” You furrow your brow at him, tensing slightly.

“No, not to Cecil.”

“I don’t know what you want from me, Rex. I don’t do my job, you’re not happy, I do my job, you’re not happy.” You sit forward slightly. “You tell me you don’t dislike me, you save my ass out in the field, and then you talk shit about me to my face and consistently complain about me.”

Rex’s jaw tightens at this, but he doesn’t say anything immediately in response.

“What can I do Rex? What can I do to make you stop hating me so much huh?” Your frustration is growing by the minute, and you can almost swear your headache is getting worse alongside it. “You want me to quit? Fine, I could quit, but I don’t think that would solve it, would it? You would continue hating me until you forgot about my existence, and maybe not even then.” You stand up promptly, your chair screeching against the floor at the sudden movement. “I think you would grow old and hear the mention of my name, and only know you recognized it by the bitter taste in your mouth.” Your words are coming out harsher than you usually would let them, but you can’t find it in you to care. “You are miserable Rex, and I think that misery will follow you until the day you die.”

“What the fuck is your problem?” He says surprisingly calm, he’s still sitting, and his head is cocked upwards to look at you. His green eyes look darker than normal, and his jaw is ridged.

“You’re my fucking problem Rex!” You run your hands through your hair, stopping with them covering your face for a brief instant. You take a slow breath trying to regain composure. “Do you receive some kind of joy by being the only Guardian left fighting my presence?”

“I’m not the only one-”

“You’re the only one doing it outwardly! At least with the others, they have the decency to do it behind my back!” You took a few steps away, drumming your fingers on the countertop. After a silent, tense few seconds, you turn back around to continue your point only to see he is right behind you. Your back hits the edge of the counter as you try to step back, effectively trapping you.

“I don’t trust you.” He says through gritted teeth, his dark gaze resting on your face.

“Anyone can tell that much.” You respond back immediately.

“You and Cecil are hiding something; I just can’t prove it yet.”

“Are you always this suspicious of new hires?” You squint at him, your voice low.

“Maybe, when it is necessary.”

“Shapesmith is clearly an alien of some sort and you’re more worried about me, why? If you are really so determined to maintain the Guardians, then why aren’t you giving him as much shit as you are me?”

“Maybe I don’t see him as a threat.” Rex’s voice was low, and he was alarmingly close.

“And I am?” You try not to laugh. “An alien versus someone whose power is healing?”

“Is it?”

Your blood runs a little cold at this. How much did he really know? Was he simply baiting you? At this point, you couldn’t tell, and his close proximity was not making it easier.

“Did you want me to heal your scratch or not?” You finally rasp, your eyes dropping to the long gash on his jawline.

“Why would I want that?”

“Chasing that fuzzy feeling?”

“And everyone gets that?” You’re pleased he seems so easily deterred from his previous question.

“So I am told.” Before you think better of it your hand comes up to the side of his face, your fingers tracing over the wound. He doesn’t immediately back away or really have any reaction. He seems ridged. As if he were willing to stay exactly still. After the first swipe of your fingertip you restarted, the pad of your index finger making contact with the upper portion of the scratch. As you swiped down it mended, leaving his skin completely unharmed. Soft and golden. He let out a slow, controlled breath, his eyes were drilling into your face. “There, now it is like you never even saved me.” You say sourly.

“That was only one of the cuts from that ordeal.” He breathes, and for a moment you are sure you feel the atmosphere between you shift. The tension is less fueled by anger and irritation but now it is fueled by something else.

You blink a few times coming up with a response, but before you can think of one, you’re thoughts are interrupted.

“Are you okay?” genuine concern laced his voice.

“What do you mean?” You give him a weird look, and then you hear a voice over your earpiece.

“Brain wave levels are showing a spike, possible episode incoming.” It is a voice you don’t recognize, most likely one of Cecil’s agents.

“Shit!” You exclaim, putting a hand up to your upper lip. You pull your hand back but don’t see any blood. You wipe under your eye and instantaneously you feel the moisture. Pulling your hand back you see it, blood spread over the side of your index finger. “Shit, shit, shit.” You try to focus on breathing. This is not a good time.

Maybe it’s not real. You had not recognized the voice, and usually, your nose bleeds first. Maybe this is like that episode you had after your shower a few weeks ago. “Do you see this?” Panic is laced in your voice unintentionally; you hold your bloodied hand out to Rex.

“What-”

“Rex, do you see it?!” You repeat louder.

“Yes-”

“Rex!”

“Fuck Joy- yes I see it, what is happening?”

The metallic taste begins to fill your mouth, as you feel an oncoming heave working its way up your throat. The trash is too high, once you lose the use of your legs you will pull it down with you. You push past Rex to enter the kitchen, ripping open the cabinets in search of a bucket.

“Joy, what do I do?”

Blood is filling your mouth, and you can hardly hear him, a quick touch to your ear shows that you’re starting to lose blood there too. Finally, you locate what must be a mop bucket and fall to your knees. Your body fights itself, attempting to heal the abrasions you likely now have there too.

You begin to retch into the bucket, crimson blood quickly working to fill it, your eyes blur red as more seeps out of your tear ducts.

Hands come from somewhere behind you, pulling your hair back. A nice gesture, but it was not much use. In a few moments you would be completely out, and the blood would continue to leak out of you regardless.

“Robot! Robo- Rudy help me! Rudy!” Rex’s desperate pleas are drowned out by your gagging, and soon you start to feel your grip on consciousness loosening until you don’t remember what happened next.

Author's Note: This one goes out to the people who were upset we yelled at Donald, you all were heard. After almost one month of writing were nearly at 40k words and up to chapter one, I am so excited

divider credit: @/ saradika

taglist: @kittymeowmrow @sketchlove @jewelwayne101

Chapter eleven

[gebo4482]

Invincible - S3 E7 #9

[dasinclair]

i think rex realized something about himself in this moment

[gatorbites-imagines]

you guys should send me invincible requests *blinks cutely*

ive only finished season 1 but im already watching season 2, so feel free to send requests about the characters.

i have also only read like the first 13 issues of the comics, so most if not all my knowledge is based on the show and the wiki.

Note that my fave is def Mark at this point, but many of the characters have grown on me, especially Darkwing 1 and 2, Immortal, Rex, etc. ill even write about the flaxans at this point, cuz why the flaxan leader kindaaaa.... also a big fan of the evil versions of invincible.

Ive already had a few ideas, like a reader thats kinda based around mysterio from marvel. Or maybe the reader being green ghost, or even some viltrumite reader stuff.

and yes, of course i write smut too 🔥

[hyperfocusfeatures]

Underboob... I wish I was Radiohead, 1995

[camjsad0]

what type of bulletproof r u guys rn

[neonxstar]

My crackship

Yep, that single conversatio created a whole situationship between these two. I just need them to kiss

[foursthemagicknumber]

Rudy: Name one thing 

Amanda: Rocks 

Bulletproof: That’s a good one! Mine was the ineradicability of hope despite the futility of effort 

Amanda: Actually rocks is more than one thing 

[donavanmonarch]

Invincible and Cecil have a chat 

[superheroes-or-whatever]

Invincible Universe #1-12 art by Todd Nauck