#robot invincible x reader

[crystal-to-bloom]

Invincible characters react to their first kiss with you ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕩 𝕊𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕕𝕖; ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*

Rex stood with his arms crossed, watching Y/n talk to Bulletproof. She was smiling just a little, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, answering something shyly — and it made something twist inside him.

He didn’t even know why he was mad. It just irritated him.

Why was she like that with him?

Why not with him?

Loudly — on purpose — he called out:

— Oh, cool. New dynamic duo? Y/n and Mr. Emotionless?

They both turned. Bulletproof just gave a short nod, not getting involved, while Y/n looked down awkwardly.

— What? — she asked softly as she approached Rex.

— Nothing, — he scoffed. — Just wondering if you're gonna be chatting with him all the time now instead of me.

She blinked.

— We were just talking…

— Yeah. I saw. Smiling at him like he's a stand-up comic, not a walking brick wall.

Y/n frowned a little.

— Are you… jealous?

He made a face.

— No. I’ve got eyes, that’s all. I remember when you couldn’t say two words around me — now suddenly you’re Miss Chatterbox with *him*? Feels kinda… weird.

She went quiet, then said softly but seriously:

— With him, it’s just like talking to a friend.

But with you… it’s different.

Rex looked away, scratched the back of his neck.

— Well… good. ’Cause, you know, I’m kinda used to you being my awkward, shy, ridiculously cute Y/n. Not someone who chats up every guy around.

She smiled a little:

— I’m still her.

It’s just… being around you is harder. Because I like you.

He froze for a second, then blurted:

— Damn…

— Was that supposed to be adorable and flustering at the same time?

’Cause, yeah, it worked.

She giggled, leaning her head lightly against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her casually and muttered:

— Alright, alright… Just no more “buddy-buddy” team-ups, okay?

They stood close — a little closer than friends, a little quieter than usual. Rex was looking at Y/n thoughtfully.

— So… — he said suddenly, — did you ever have someone before me?

She flinched just a little but didn’t look away.

— No… I didn’t.

— No one? — he squinted.

— Mhm. Not even… — her voice dropped. — Not even a kiss.

He froze, then raised his brows and stepped in closer, smirking:

— Hold up. Are you telling me… this — he motioned around her face with his finger and gently nudged her shoulder — this sweet, awkward, horned Y/n — and no one even tried?

Y/n looked down and shrugged:

— I… never really thought about it.

— No way, — he snorted. — What, was everyone blind?

She flushed even deeper, hiding a little in her hoodie collar.

— Ah, I get it now, — he said, drawing it out. — You were saving the moment. For someone… special. Like, I don’t know, some incredibly amazing guy.

He pulled an innocent face, clearly referring to himself. Y/n gave a shy little smile:

— Maybe…

Rex gave a thoughtful hum:

— Well, if that’s the case… I guess I could make the sacrifice.

She looked up at him — surprised, embarrassed. And he was already speaking softer now, with that look that always made her heart beat faster:

— Want me to be your first kiss? Only if you promise not to compare anyone to me afterward. No one’s gonna top it anyway.

Y/n giggled through the blush:

— Cocky much?

He leaned in a little, voice dropping to a playful whisper:

— Mhm. But you’re still saying yes, right?

She nodded.

Rex leaned in and kissed her — slow, gentle, like it wasn’t just a kiss but something a little more. And when he pulled back, he smirked again:

— There. Officially spoiled now.

𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 𝔼𝕧𝕖 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄

The rooftop was quiet, bathed in the amber hues of the setting sun. The city buzzed below, distant and unfocused, like background noise in a dream. Up here, it felt like the world had slowed down just for the two of them.

Eve sat with her legs crossed, elbows resting on her knees as she gazed out toward the skyline. Her hair shimmered in the dying light, like it had caught fire in the best way. Y/n sat beside her, close but careful — her hands in her lap, fingers nervously tracing the hem of her sweater.

They had been talking for nearly an hour now. Not about missions. Not about powers. Just… about things. About the little thoughts that filled their heads at night. Favorite songs. Old cartoons. Secret fears. Eve had a way of listening that made you feel seen, and Y/n always found herself saying more than she planned.

Then Eve turned slightly, a playful smile on her lips.

— You’re blushing again.

Y/n looked down quickly, tugging her sleeves over her hands.

— Am I?

— Mhm. You always do that when I look at you too long.

Y/n tried to laugh it off, cheeks now fully warm.

— Maybe I’m just cold?

— Sure, that’s why you turn red like a strawberry.

Eve nudged her gently with her knee, teasing but soft. Y/n peeked up through her lashes, finally letting out a breath.

— It’s not just the way you look at me. It’s… you. You always make me nervous.

Eve blinked, genuinely surprised.

— Me? Why?

— You’re confident. You always know what to say. And you’re beautiful. It’s kind of… a lot, when I’m sitting this close to you.

Eve was quiet for a moment, her smile dimming into something softer.

— That’s funny. Because you’re the one who makes me nervous.

Y/n looked up, eyes wide.

— Wait. Seriously?

— Yeah, seriously. You’re so… genuine. You don’t fake anything. It’s like when I talk to you, I can’t just hide behind all the stuff I usually do. And that’s kinda scary. In a good way.

Y/n blinked fast, heart thudding.

Then she said it. Barely above a whisper.

— I’ve… never kissed anyone before.

The words lingered in the air, delicate and vulnerable. Eve’s eyes searched her face, not for weakness — but for truth. And when she found it, her expression only softened further.

— Never?

Y/n shook her head slowly, tucking her hands under her chin like she could hide in them.

— I always thought I’d know when it was right. But it never was. Until now, maybe.

Eve inched closer, slowly — like she was afraid to break the moment.

— Y/n… would you be okay if… I was your first?

Y/n froze, breath caught in her throat. Then, after a beat, she nodded.

Eve reached up and gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, her fingers brushing Y/n’s cheek. The touch was light, reverent. Their eyes met — and held.

When Eve leaned in, she moved slowly, giving Y/n every second to change her mind. But she didn’t. She leaned in too, heart pounding, and when their lips touched, it was like a sigh — soft, unsure, but full of promise.

It wasn’t a dramatic kiss. No fireworks, no rushing. Just warmth. Care. A quiet electricity that pulsed between them like a heartbeat.

When they pulled back, Eve rested her forehead gently against Y/n’s and whispered, her voice a mix of wonder and playfulness:

— Told you. Not so scary.

Y/n smiled, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes shining.

— Only because it was you.

Eve let out a small, breathy laugh and brushed her thumb lightly along Y/n’s knuckles.

— Guess that means I did something right, huh?

— You did everything right.

And for a while, they just sat there — shoulder to shoulder, hearts a little lighter than before, as the sky shifted from gold to deep blue.

𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕤𝕠𝕟 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄

The park was nearly empty by the time they reached the quiet path. The wind rustled lazily through dry leaves, and the rare lampposts seemed to breathe light softly, not in a hurry to disturb their solitude.

Y/n sat down on the bench first, tugging the sleeves of her sweater over her fingers. Mark sat beside her, just slightly to the side — that awkward kind of politeness when you want to be close, but you're afraid to scare someone off.

— "Feels like the whole world’s already asleep," he mumbled, staring into the shadows beneath the trees.

— "But we’re not," she replied softly, with a gentle smile.

A bit of silence followed. Then Mark started telling her about how Rex tried to heat up a frozen burrito in the lab microwave and nearly caused a small explosion. Y/n let out a laugh she couldn’t hold back, hiding her mouth with her sleeve, and Mark smiled with relief.

— "I’m glad you came," he said after a pause, scratching the back of his neck. His cheeks were slightly pink, though he tried to hide it by looking away. — "You always kind of… hide a little. But I’m really glad you didn’t hide from me."

Y/n squeezed her fingers together.

— "I do hide," she admitted quietly. — "I’m not like the rest of you. Sometimes it’s easier — to stay quiet. Just to be near."

He turned toward her — and this time, his whole face flushed. Even the tips of his ears and his nose turned pink.

— "But I like when you're near. Even when you’re quiet. Especially then."

She lowered her eyes but didn’t turn her head. Stayed silent just a bit longer than she should have.

— "Can I… say something dumb?"

— "Only if I get to say something dumb too," he replied with a soft smile — and another blush.

She exhaled a little:

— "You would’ve noticed anyway. Even if I never said anything."

— "Noticed what?"

— "That I like you."

He froze, holding his breath for just a second. And when her words fully registered — he flushed instantly and visibly. Cheeks, ears, even his neck.

— "I… me too. For a while now. A lot."

Y/n clutched the hem of her sweater awkwardly.

— "Do you… do you want to kiss me?"

He swallowed, nodded quickly, then exhaled a shaky breath:

— "I do. But only if you do too."

She didn’t say anything — just nodded, barely.

Mark leaned in slowly — carefully, as if he was afraid of breaking something fragile. His lips met hers gently, almost hesitantly. The kiss was light, warm — like breath in the cold. So careful. So honest.

When he pulled back, Y/n still had her eyes closed. Then she whispered, barely audible:

— "That was my first."

Mark froze. Then blushed again — deep and bright.

— "Then I… I hope it was… good. I really tried."

She giggled softly, and he smiled too — calmer now, though still visibly pink.

— "Want to know something dumb?" he asked.

— "Yeah."

— "I wanted to do that ever since… you accidentally froze the door and then apologized to it."

Y/n snorted, clutching at his sleeve.

— "And you still wanted to kiss me after that?"

— "Even more."

She leaned in a bit, resting her cheek against his shoulder. And he, still a little flustered, wrapped an arm around her — careful, like holding a fragile gift.

And that’s how they stayed — in that corner of the park, beneath the quiet glow of the streetlamps. As if the lights themselves were softly blessing the beginning of something new.

𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 𝔸𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕟 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄

They were sitting aboard a small observation shuttle, quietly drifting in orbit above Earth. Through the transparent dome above their heads, the planet glowed in its fragile, blue beauty.

Allen turned to Y/n — his smile was wide, but not cocky. Just… warm. Kind.

– You know, – he said, tilting his head slightly, – you humans have this amazing thing. You give meaning to "firsts."

Y/n looked at him, a little puzzled.

– First meetings. First words. First glances. First kisses...

He paused, then continued a bit softer.

– Where I’m from, it’s more about efficiency. But the longer I spend here, the more I understand – a "first" isn’t just a moment. It’s… a memory. Something you keep.

He looked at her more seriously.

– I don’t want to just be part of your experience. I want to be something… good, if you’ll let me.

Y/n froze, looking at his face, at the kind, slightly sad eyes that suddenly held an entire universe of understanding.

– I… – her voice trembled. – I’ve never…

He nodded gently.

– I know.

Y/n gave a shy smile, her cheeks flushing.

– You don’t have to…

– I don’t have to. I just… want to. But only if you do too.

She was quiet for a long time, looking into his eyes. Then – slowly, but steadily – she nodded:

– Then… okay.

Allen leaned forward carefully, giving her time to change her mind. His hand lightly touched hers — warm, steady. And when their lips met — for a second, for a breath, for forever — she didn’t just feel nervousness… she felt a deep, quiet calm.

He pulled away gently, smiling:

– That’s going to be one of those “firsts” I’ll remember forever too.

Y/n let out a soft laugh through her light daze:

– Even though you’re from another planet?

He winked:

– Especially because I’m from another planet.

Allen pulled back slightly, and there was a flicker of nervousness in his eyes. He cleared his throat like something was caught there and said as casually as he could:

– So, if I understand human customs correctly… now we’re supposed to… eat ice cream?

Y/n blinked, confused:

– What?

– Or… wait… – He frowned in thought. – Watch a movie under a blanket? Or officially declare ourselves in love? Is that… protocol?

Y/n giggled, covering her mouth:

– No, not… I mean, not all at once.

– Aha! Good. Because I’m still not sure when exactly I’m supposed to give you flowers or meet your parents.

He leaned in slightly and whispered:

– I actually prepared a speech. Just in case I had to ask your father for permission to date you.

Y/n nearly choked with laughter:

– What?!

Allen shrugged with mock offense:

– I put effort into it! It included the line: “I respect your daughter and, as a representative of the Coalition of Planets, I humbly request your diplomatic support in the development of our romantic alliance.”

– You’re insane, – she laughed breathlessly.

He nodded with mock seriousness:

– It’s been medically confirmed. I have two hearts. Which means I can be twice as in love.

Y/n blushed, staring at him, and then he grew unexpectedly serious:

– But right now, both are beating for you.

And for just a second, despite all the laughter and awkwardness, her heart beat a little faster too.

𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕥 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄

They sat on the edge of the tech deck, surrounded by the soft hum of machines and dim lighting. It was almost empty here — as if time had slowed down. Y/n kept sneaking glances at him, trying to understand how he felt. Not how he looked — but what he felt like. The texture of his place in the world.

— You look a lot, — he said quietly, not looking directly at her. Just stating it.

Y/n flinched.

— I’m sorry. I just… — she swallowed. — I can’t help thinking that you…

He turned to her slightly, calm and composed:

— Not him. Not one of them. Not Rex.

She gripped the sleeves of her sweater, exhaling through her teeth:

— Yeah. You talk like him… look like him… But you’re not him. And I keep waiting for someone to realize that — besides me.

He was quiet for a long time.

— It matters to me… that you see it.

Y/n looked down, then slowly turned her head toward him.

— Can I ask something weird?

— All of your questions interest me.

— Well… — she hesitated, — what’s it like? Being… you know… real?

He looked at his hand, like he still wasn’t quite used to it.

— Complicated. Unpredictable. Sometimes too… loud. But it’s better than living behind glass.

Y/n blushed a little, but didn’t look away:

— Can I… touch? Just… curious.

He looked slightly surprised, but didn’t pull away.

— You can.

She carefully reached out and touched his wrist, running her fingers along his skin — it was warmer than she expected. Soft. Almost normal. But still… not quite. It felt like touching something that wasn’t supposed to be real, and yet was.

— Amazing, — she whispered. — It’s like… someone built a person out of all these parts, but it still turned into something real.

He smiled faintly — barely noticeable.

— Maybe that’s what a person is.

She stayed still, still holding his hand.

— You’re not like the others. I don’t know how to explain it… but it’s not about the body. It’s about you.

For the first time, he looked a little uncertain. And quietly said:

— Then maybe I don’t have to be afraid of being myself around you.

She was still holding his hand — uncertain, but not letting go. At some point, their fingers intertwined, and Y/n flinched slightly at the unexpected contact. He looked at her slowly, as if considering something.

— You’re trembling, — he said almost in a whisper.

— I… I’m not used to being this… close, — she murmured. — With someone who feels everything so clearly.

He lowered his gaze.

— I’m not used to it either. This… is a new protocol.

She let out a soft chuckle, then quickly covered her mouth, embarrassed. The corners of his lips twitched — almost a smile.

— Would you like me to try something off-protocol? — he asked, looking at her with such quiet intensity it made her chest tighten.

She couldn’t answer right away. She just nodded slightly. Barely.

Robot slowly leaned in — carefully, as if approaching the edge of a cliff. His hand was still in hers. And the moment their faces drew close, Y/n closed her eyes.

And then their lips met.

The kiss was quiet. Hesitant. Not out of fear — but out of newness. As if they were both learning to breathe again. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t long — but it held more than just a touch. It held recognition. An attempt to be honest. Courage.

When he pulled away, she kept her eyes closed for a moment longer. Then she opened them — and for the first time, looked at him differently. Not as someone strange or confusing. But as someone real.

— That was… — she stumbled, but her eyes were glowing, — …very off-protocol.

— Then I’m glad I broke it, — he replied softly.

Y/n laughed — quietly, blushing, full of warmth. And he simply looked at her, as if truly seeing her for the first time — and understanding: yes, he had Rex’s body… but to her, he was becoming himself.

𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 𝔻𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕚-𝕂𝕒𝕥𝕖 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄

They sat on the roof of an abandoned building, catching their breath after the fight. The sky was painted in golden-pink shades of sunset, and in the distance, the echoes of battle still lingered. The air smelled of dust, blood, and exhaustion — and yet, it was surprisingly quiet.

Kate stretched, brushing grime off her shoulder.

— Honestly? You were amazing. I saw how you covered for Monster Girl — that was badass.

Y/n smiled shyly, glancing away.

— I just… acted without thinking. Probably just lucky.

Kate turned to her, a bit closer now, her voice softer.

— That wasn’t luck. That was you. Every time, you're getting braver.

Y/n blushed, hugging her knees. But she stole a glance at her friend — a little longer than usual. Kate noticed. Her gaze grew warmer.

— What?

— I just thought… — Y/n whispered, unsure, — you’re beautiful.

Silence hung between them for a moment. Then Kate gave a small chuckle.

— And you’re adorable, you know that?

Y/n let out a tiny squeak and hid her face in her knees.

— I mean it, — Kate added, quieter now. — And… I noticed. The way you look at me.

Y/n tensed, ready to retreat, but Kate leaned in slightly.

— I like it.

Before Y/n could get scared of her own feelings, Kate gently leaned forward. Their lips met — soft, hesitant, but intentional. It was a post-battle kiss. A kiss after everything. Between two people who were already close… but only now brave enough to admit it.

When they pulled away, a quiet cough came from the edge of the rooftop:

— Ahem.

One of Kate’s clones stood by the broken railing.

— Sorry to interrupt, but next time, could you maybe give us, the duplicates, a heads-up before… y’know, that starts?

Y/n turned bright red, covering her face. Kate sighed deeply.

— You’re my clone. Haven’t you learned tact?

— I’m a copy, not a saint. I was on lookout duty… and then this happened. What was I supposed to do, not watch?

Kate rolled her eyes and turned to Y/n with a half-smile.

— Remind me to delete her later.

Y/n laughed softly, hiding her face against Kate’s shoulder. And for the first time all day, her laughter wasn’t nervous — it was warm and full of light.

[midniqhtt]

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𑣲 #my crazy boyfriend (teen team guys) I @luv-lock

When they act crazy but think it's normal.

[midnightshindig]

Hey👀👀 could we get some first kiss rex hc that are just emotional as hell?? Not necessarily angsty hes just feeling feelings😞🙏

Rex Splode x Reader: First Kiss

ughhhh i'm not over rex

also what the HELL Rudy

gonna deadname him forever sorry guys, not a biggot just a hater </3

hcs under the cut!

Rex is a nervous bitch

he hasnt really had a first kiss he's cared that much about since he was fourteen with Eve

and even then he was fourteen so he didn't really know how big of a deal it was

BUT this is post-lobotomy Rex

and he really likes you

and he can't mess this up

he can't "Rex it up" as Amanda lovingly put it when he begged her for help

"Pleaaase Amanda- you're a woman- kinda- you know about this romance junk!" he pressed his palms into prayer and knelt at her, shuffling towards her comedically as she rolled her eyes

"First-!" she shoved a pointed finger into his face "Don't call romance 'junk', it's annoying."

Amanda sighed a long, heavy sigh, and pinched her temple

"And two, I'm calling in reinforcements."

two hours later Rex is in his room with Mark, Eve, William, Amanda, and Rudy all piled in

Rex isn't sure why William OR Rudy are there, but he figures more the merrier

"ooookay." William starts, leaning onto his propped up knee "You've been seeing this person for how long?"

Rex swallowed his spit nervously "uhm... we've been like talking and going on dates and shit for a few weeks- uhhh..." he starts counting on his fingers before Rudy cuts him off

"Rex and Y/n have been mutually exclusive for two months and three days."

Eve's jaw goes slack "Two months?! Rex what the hell?" her scolding is teasing yet bewildered, a playful hand gesturing from its place around Mark's shoulder "Just kiss them already, why are you being a wuss?"

Rex buries his head in his hands, overwhelmed by the overlapping conversation and criticism as the room erupts into dialogue

"I JUST-" he calls out, quieting the room

"I want to make it memorable. And... special."

His face is on fire

he's blushing so hard it hurts

Okay now they HAVE to help him figure this out

so three hours of brainstorming and meticulous planning-- some light lunch and snacking-- later, Rex has a game plan

Everyone shuffles out of his room as quietly as they can, except for Eve, who tells Mark she'll catch up in just a minute

The door closes them into the same space, alone

"Oh, uh... what's up, Eve?" Rex's shoulders tensed as he took in Eve's serious expression and folded arms

She broke out in a small smile "Do you really like this person, Rex? Like you're not going to cheat and be a dick?"

He nodded a small, but intentional nod. Intimidated as fuck by his ex-girlfriend.

She responded by rushing forward and pulling him into a bone crushing hug

"oOoooo I'm so excited for you" she pulled him closer, as he slowly wrapped his arms around her in return

"Ha- Thanks, Eve. I appreciate it."

Eve pulled back and stared into his eyes intensely "Don't freak out, just be yourself, okay? I'm so happy for you, Rex."

As they separated and Eve made her way out, Rex flopped back onto his bed

He'd just received the blessing of his only true friend, this couldn't possibly go wrong.

A few days later, and you're reading in your room

a slip of paper came under the door

"Hm?" you set your book down and went to retrieve it

It was a crude drawing of the two of you-- yourself and Rex-- in the mountains?

It was hard to tell

he was not a good artist.

Regardless, you opened the door to find another piece of paper

and another

and another

all littered with doodle of the two of you, tracing through the GotG HQ to the "back door" so to speak

"Rex?" You inquired cautiously, fearful it may be a trap

"Hey!"

you flung around and caught Rex's nose in a high kick, before realizing your mistake and covering your mouth in surprise

"Ah!! Rex!! fuck- I'm so sorry!"

Rex hit the snowy floor like a crumbled piece of paper, holding his bruised nose and trying to shake it off

"iiiii'm good! I'm fine! Wuh-uhh... fuuuuck." He steadied himself by leaning onto you a little, wrapping an arm around you

You assessed the situation, thankfully not having broken his nose

"Oh Rex, I'm so sorry... and after all your hard work with those drawings.... is there anything I can do to help?"

"You can kiss it better."

The silence was thick with romantic tension, and you stared at him wide eyed while he stared back in abject horror-- at himself, not you

"No-NO! FUck- this wasn't- Ugh! Stupid- Stupid0" he groaned, sitting in the snow and leaning against the GHQ

You looked down at him, confused

He just held his bruised face in his hands "That's not how it was supposed to go."

Carefully, you sat next to him in the thick, powdery snow.

"How what was supposed to go?" you placed a loving hand on his upper arm

Rex leaned into your touch, eventually leaning his head onto your shoulder "I wanted to say all this shit about how much you mean to me- and how much of a better person I want to be for you, and all this stuff..." he pulled out snow-soggied crumpled notecards, passing the ball of paper to you as you deciphered key phrases and bullet points

He sighed again, nuzzling into your shoulder "Iwanted our firstkiss tobe special, yknow?" he looked up at you with the saddest eyes, obviously welling with tears "You deserve that much."

Now it was your turn to blush so hard it hurt

or maybe it was the cold.

"R-Rex- I don't... I mean..."

the longer you trailed off the louder the thumping in Rex's chest got

eventually, though, you spit it out

With a warm affect "Rex, you're so perfect."

and you leaned down, kissing his lips gently

He reacted swiftly, bringing his hand to your cheek, warmth bringing solace and comfort to the bitter cold threatening to permeate your layers the longer the two of you sat in the snow.

The kiss lasted what felt like forever

but in reality it was maybe three minutes

You noticed Rex opening and closing his eyes, to check if you were still there

When you finally had to part lips, Rex sifted himself up to be level with you, allowing him to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull your head to his chest

"I really like you, Y/n. And I want to be a good guy for you."

"You are a good guy, you're the best guy I could ask for."

"No. I'm not. But don't worry, babe." his humorous tone crept back into the serious situation, easing the tension a little

"I'm going to be."

[gatorbites-imagines]

You could do all three ideas for Robot. Like it starts with the reader being into him as the machine (sexy smart Robot am I Right?) Then they find out about test tube body (omg new boyfriend form) and then he makes himself a proper body so he can experience the joys and whimsy of life (final boyfriend form).

Imagine thinking you bagged a hot robot baddie, only to figure out he's not actually a real robot but a guy(tm). A very smart guy, but just a guy. If him being a robot was one of the things you found attractive about it, then I don't think Rudy minds bringing the robot bodies into it. 

I can only assume he would have to trust you a lot to show you his true form, when he's all test tube baby looking. There would also be a fear you would find him disgusting. When it turns out you don't, then his love (and borderline obsession, cuz this guy isn't healthy) would just grow. If you thought he was protective before, then I don't know what to tell ya about after. 

The big question is. Does he still use the DNA of Rex when making this body? It would obviously be a body that matches your age. Does he spend time finding out what your type is? Who on the team you find most attractive? Or, does he use the DNA of his actual physical body and make his own healthy body? 

[bunji-enthusiast]

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥

Summary/Excerpt || “Who are you when no one’s watching?” He pauses at the question, as if the query had truly eluded him. But then he answers.

WC: 2.7k

A/N: wasn’t thinking of writing anything for him, but the more I thought about it — the more interesting all the scenarios and drabbles can be. Minor allusions to suicidal tendencies I guess? This was a good way to get the feelings out.

A superpowered society of people was a grievance few could afford, or rather keep up with that is. Missives of machines, clones of the greats, and those who follow in their footsteps. The moment this population was addressed, it was a far-right of undoings that may as well spell their death from the moment one is born this way. In a hastily addressed letter, signed sincerely from the very first known superpowered individual — a whole new world opened up. Those who could take up the mantle, should or could; however, it is up to the individual how you wish to go out [In a blaze of glory?].

It is by the biggest fish possible, or just by mere accident. How one’s death goes will be how people know you, for better or worse. 

For Rudy, it was a fine line he had walked every single year — every single day — and he will continue to do so, which he found [highly] unfortunate. Trying to connect with one’s emotions and desire in the grand hole of the concept was a rudimentary thought, though he found it was worth the effort, in order to necessitate the greatest array of tools possible, just to protect all those he held dear. Even if he was viewed as a malicious person. 

Rudy just wishes you wouldn’t be one of those people, who would view him as such. He garnered valuable memories with you, formed a bond. It was something he dearly would never weaponize. All that he’s done, all that he ever will do. Will have been in the name of something good, he hopes. 

“Robot?”

He hums in response, flickering a light on at his work desk. His mechanic counterpart speaking in tandem, the person once in the dark was illuminated by his unconscious action. Rudy had learned to leave a light on for those who wished to speak to him, though he was far used to working in the shadows, there are those who lived with the light constantly. Something that he envied in a way. He turns, his willing gaze raking over their [worldly] appearance. For a moment he scrutinizes the details momentarily as his eyes adjusted to the light, before a flash of recognition finally lingers in his mind. 

It was you. One of his dear ones, and he had strikingly thought that you held him in the same regard. Rudy is aware that may not be the case of this relationship you share with him however, but he could dream. He’s dreamed of it many times. “You told me you were going to the downtown memorial service?” He says, tapers of confusion evident in his voice as he returns his gaze to what he had been mulling away with. 

“Did. But plans changed.” You replied, a forlorn tone, finding a chair to sit down at. “So I came back here.” 

Rudy arches a brow, but that quickly reverts back to his neutral expression, having gathered why the change had happened. “I understand,” He simply thinks, feeling the incessant swirling that fetters the gut of his stomach. Rudy understands far more than necessary, “Did you want to talk?”

“Not really.” You shrugged, shifting the subject as you leaned back into the chair you found home on. You cross your arms over your chest, shooting him a pointed look. “What’re you working on?”

Another one of his [many] projects, though it’s importance wasn’t high on his list of priorities. He could spare the time, a lot of time. Since it was you in particular, despite the obviously grim and vicarious circumstances, he was truly elated to see you: and hear your voice. Rudy frowns at your deflection, though there was no blame to be placed, the times now were quite difficult to deal with. Both mentally and physically. He rests his working arm on the armrest of his own chair.

Rudy turns on the swivel, laying his foot against the floor to come to a stop. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He subverted the focus —  the silence — and you [could] only sigh, tilting your head as you lean forward. 

His words were carefully considered, as he steps into zones, out of tandem often. Though, Rudy wants to take a careful, comfortable step into a zone where he dared to tread. 

You take the moment to collect your thoughts, scratching at the sleeve rolled up on your arm. “You know, I’ve never taken news of a passing well.” Rudy hears those words so clearly, and his eyes widen. He certainly wasn’t expecting a situation like this to present itself, and not with you. Not at all. But, Rudy maintains a calm posture despite the brewing storm of thoughts that swam in his mind at the speed of a bullet train. He stays silent for the moment, then replies. 

“I highly doubt anyone has.” 

“Right.” You mutter, hanging your head. Far into your hands, “Mourning someone who was alive once was easier.” You admit [a hint of finality, he assumes], and you hang back, same as before. Those gentle hands of yours, more than he cared to admit, scraped down the flesh of your kind face. He thought to himself once, and wondered what the touch of your hands felt like. 

(Rudy had stood aside, standing in his familiar orange mechanical suit. In the genuine flesh as he had watched you take the brunt of many attacks, but he multi-tasked, taking care of the metaphysical obstacles with relative ease. Though he was famously known for; finding ways, information and identities. There was just one thing he couldn’t figure out even beyond the layers of all what he could do, and that was you. 

Not wholly anyway. 

“Two more minutes.” Rudy announces to the group, and it was as if all it once that a slight change of ease assimilated themselves into their bodies, fending off the attackers in order to buy time for the genius. He could hear shouts, comments from heroes who got pissed off [however rightly so], and the enemy who directly engaged the rest of his team. The wires were flimsy in the grasp of his hands, but Rudy worked, familiarity shooting through his veins as the barrage of fire and explosions ticked away the seconds in his head. Red wisps in his vision, and he couldn’t focus, nor direct the energy as to why. 

He briefly felt a glimpse of the scar on his cheek, a fresh reminder from a short skirmish—a fight that should have been quick but somehow stretched on and on, leaving him drained. There were people who had briefly praised him. But in the quiet moments like this [despite the throbbing pulse that reminded him of the situation he was in], when no one was watching, Rudy wondered how much of it was truly his. How much of it was just... obligation.

The mystery of it all hits him again, and he gasps as a beam narrowly hits his side. Rudy’s eyes flit over to whoever deflected the attack, it was Invincible. He sighs in relief, a nod to his brief moment of heroism. Rudy watches as Invincible’s shoulders deflate, tired he guessed, but so were many of the heroes. The black haired hero re-joins the others in the fight, leaving Rudy to return his focus to what was necessary. He lets out a low groan, feeling the weight of the pressure incessantly squeezing the heart in the cavity of his chest. Rudy sometimes wished that he didn’t go through with what he did, taking the measures he had performed early on, just to live longer in a more able body. The years had barred him with no sense of time to take it easy however, so he continued. 

"Why am I doing this?" he thought, eyes narrowing. "Every time I fight, every time I try to save someone, it feels like I'm just going in circles. Nothing ever changes."

A rare moment of exhaustion, especially for someone of his stature. Yet, Rudy tries not to falter. He flexed his fingers, trying to force them to calm, but they clenched involuntarily. 

He exhaled, the air feeling heavier with each breath. The weight of his mission, of his promise, was suffocating. As a genius, Rudy had been told since childhood that he had no choice but to succeed. It was his destiny, and it was theirs for him, too. But no matter how many lives he saved, no matter how many battles he fought, there was always something missing—a sense of true accomplishment, perhaps. Or maybe it was the gnawing feeling that his efforts would never be enough. It was that alone that will continue to remind him of his ability to be human, despite the biological factors. 

Finally, he reaches his small goal. Rudy reaches up into the air with the object, a mass portable object of destruction. Something easy enough to facilitate with just one of his suits. “I'm done! Someone grab it and press the button when they get close.” He shouts, unwavering in his steady devotion to the craft. 

Rudy immediately feels the weight lifted off his hand, and he smiles inwardly to himself. He knew well enough from the memory of the breeze tickling his hand many times over that it was you, with your capable ability to reach speeds unknown to the human body, or even to foreign beings that arrive on Earth; you alone had that special capability, particularly with your quick reaction time. 

Though he’s seen that look on your face, expectant – solemn. As if you were waiting for something to completely turn the tides in the favor of your opponents. Rudy wasn’t able to completely narrow that aspect, so he could only assume. That he could only do, as he watches the device in your bruised hands reach toward its destination. 

Succession was an unfeeling matter, he and you both knew that well. That bond of understanding was something you two had shared with one another. He knew the feeling too well—tight, like the weight of his duty pressing on his chest. His red hair hung in his eyes, messy and unkempt, as if his mind had been too distracted to care.

Rudy wishes he could feel it too – your hands, the weight of probable doom — as he watches and waits for the outcome like the rest of the heroes.)

“Who are you when no one’s watching?”

Your question pulled him back to the moment, this very time. The details rang a story you dared not tell aloud. Red rimmed your eyes, tears both shed and unshed. A giveaway to your darkest layer of the mind you held. You were in a place many had been before, your heart was wounded. You, like him, like so — so many — other heroes had questioned this reality [tearing out your hair, sobbing yourself to sleep, then repeat. Without bearing the shame of being seen]. Symptoms made physical, made real. Indented to crushingly guilty thoughts of why you had survived, why the others didn’t. There was a time that he had felt that way too, so he gave thought. 

Rudy pauses in his movements, resting his chin against the strong force of his hand; It was as if the query truly eluded him. But then he answers —

“Just myself.” He says, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Without going into the nuance, without manacles that hid away the thought. Rudy was, without question, a confusion made an existence. But the answer was appallingly simple that it had shocked you, blinking away the blurriness as you looked around, anywhere but at him. 

The environment was the same, untouched, nonetheless disturbed by the many familiar presences [young, old. They were all the same in the face of combat]. Heroes, even despite their power on the tier listing, so strong and hopeful. Though the years weather anyone down in no time when it comes to this line of work, so the expectant wanting of the experiences were partly to blame. You could feel the compositions of wires radiating from within the walls, all working hard to support the electricity that gives the view of what you wished for. 

You and Rudy wished for two very different things, you didn’t know that though. You wanted to know things, but you respected the impassable boundaries. 

“You say that like it’s easy.” You said, but the look you receive from Rudy makes you question what you had just said. He pressed both hands into the armrests, supporting himself as he stood, then walked over to you — Rudy was just a few steps short of your spot. He crouches down, leveling his gaze with yours. Rudy was making himself smaller against you on purpose, to give you room to breathe. 

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, “It isn’t.” He replies. “However, my belief is easy.”

Your arms drop to your lap, one hand still fiddling with the fabric of your sleeve. Confusion stirs in you, but you let him continue. Out of the corner of your peripheral, something scrawls closer. Just almost daring to touch. 

“My perception of things will present things very differently to me, then it does to you.” He admits, almost a scornful tone. A hindered string of resentment beneath it. “But my belief in you, in our friends. Will tell me it is enough to get through even the worst of things, even if I am sure that we are doomed.” Rudy closes his eyes for a moment, taking short residence in the quiet. His words — the words of a walking man, a walking metal one to sure [He wasn’t completely metal, not always], revered you with a sense of clarity that you had not been endowed with before. Even if the stairs to a light, away from a shadow of a former life had not completely formed. Your sense in what he meant, was both damning, but also relieving. 

Your hand reaches for his, he looks back at you, seeing a lop-sided smile on your face. Rudy wasn’t sure what it was, but something festered in his chest. But he was granted a sense of reprieve, even if his words did little to give you a sense of peace; he was glad that he could grant you a semblance of something similar. 

A windowed beat cracks against the glass, snapping you out of it as your eyes flit over to the windows, which gives anyone a view to the world outside. Rain, and even more thunder. 

“Lighting.” He affirms, “The weather seems to be particularly bad today.”

“Dunno…” You chuckle, tilting your head as you try to get a better look at what so little the view the windows offered. “I kinda like the clouds, they’re pretty, even for looking so grey.” 

Rudy takes a quiet mental note of that comment, “Good for nature, for the grass. Not so much for us, we would’ve gotten sick if we were caught out there.” You only nodded, leaning back as you sighed. Rudy stands up, offering you a hand. 

You take his assistance, almost suddenly startled as you immediately get pulled up into a stand by his hand. “Thanks.” You mumble, taking a moment to collect yourself, suddenly [far too loudly] wincing from the soreness that settled into your bones. Incoherent curses could be barely heard beneath your breath. 

“Today was rough?” Rudy questions, a tone of amusement evident as he walks over to an array of cabinets. The door to one creaks as he opens it, and you could only muster a mock-laugh as you swaggered over to his side, leaning against the counter. 

“No shit sherlock.” You began, crossing your arms, cracking the bones in your fingers. “It was all sorts of things today.”

“Do tell.” He responds, and you eye him as he takes out two packets of tea. You debated on whether or not you should call that out, or against the thought that he remembers that was something you liked in particular. You end up not doing so, instead taking his [not so] subtle request, taking the invitation to launch off into your rant about each and every detail that bothered you. 

Rudy continues to listen, and that was his one easy act of heroism. 

The man made flesh, who once hid behind metal. Learning to listen, it was that in which he remembered how [boisterous] he used to be in his speeches, when he talks: But learning was an experience in life. 

You, one of his dearest ones, are one of the only people he listens to.

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If machine head had a mouth i feel like he'd spit in your mouth <3

Also dive into your pussy but like menacingly ya know?

[ichorai]

xerox ; robert reynolds ; part three.

part one. | part two.

pairing ; robert (bob) reynolds x reader, thunderbolts & reader

synopsis ; you had one last job before you were free. no more splitting, no more deaths. unfortunately, that job seemed to rope in four other assassins and a... a man in hospital-wear?

words ; 4.3k

themes ; action, angst, slowburn, fluffy near the end, the beginnings of romance

warnings / includes ; violence, reader has the ability to split into multiple bodies (think dupli-kate from invincible), the void is hot unfortunately, foul language, everyone's mental health sucks but they're actually getting better now!

a/n ; this chapter is a bit shorter than the other two just because it only covers the very end of the movie PLUS a little bonus scene to get you guys excited for future avengers tower moments :) thank you again for all the support! also did you guys catch the mutant mention wink wonk

main masterlist. read on ao3!

Bob’s first room had an angry, middle-aged man standing in the very center, veins protruding out of his neck as he yelled gibberish. Flecks of spittle fell from his slurring lips. Bob, whose warm hand was intertwined with yours, flinched at the sudden volume. 

Walker didn’t hesitate to strike him down with his taco-shaped shield. 

“He seems nice,” Ava said.

The room gave a massive rumble, as if upset that things weren’t going its way, and the walls began to close in. 

“This way!” Alexei bellowed, ushering everyone forward into a wooden wardrobe full of clothes. 

“Narnia?” you asked as you shouldered through moth-eaten coats, giving Bob a quick glance over your shoulder. 

Bob gave you a nervous smile. “It was one of my favorites as a kid.”

The floors gave out beneath you, and you found yourself free-falling for a few seconds before landing on the rough ground with a resounding thud. The new room smelled of gasoline and burnt rubber tires.

You helped Yelena up to her feet, only to be whacked over the back of the head with a sharp plastic sign that read ALFREDO’S BAIL BONDS! in a hideous shade of red, by a chicken mascot that had equally hard-on-the-eyes yellow feathers. With a low moan, you started crawling away from the crazed chicken, who had turned to attack Ava and Alexei. 

“Oh, God!” Bob exclaimed, scrambling over to give you a hand. “Are you okay?”

“IF YOU DON’T STOP HITTING ME WITH THAT SIGN—!” Alexei gruffed from across the room, now bleeding from the nose.

“I was on meth!” Bob shrieked apologetically right before grabbing your head and shoving you down just in time to duck away from another sign-swing from the high chicken. 

Whilst lowered, you spotted a stack of wooden vegetable crates across the street. There seemed to be no other exits from the room. Ava kept the chicken occupied and distracted by repeatedly phasing through him, so you took the opportunity to break open the bottom of the crates, which smelled faintly of rotting tomatoes.

“Through here!” you called. “Crawl through the crates!”

Past-Bob made a bee-line for current Bob, the sharp end of the sign aimed straight at him like a crude stake. With a stinging cheek and a clenched jaw, Bucky stepped in between them and punched the chicken square in the face (beak?) with his metal arm. 

As you made your way through to the new room, you distantly heard Walker gagging behind you. “I hate tomatoes.”

Through the crates was a cleaner, more sterile space. The new room looked… clinical. You immediately tensed, eyes darting back and forth. There were beakers, needles, and measuring devices everywhere—all the marks of a science lab. You had to suck in a deep, painful breath to remind yourself that this wasn’t your room—it was Bob’s. A few meters away from you, there was an operating table. Big surgical lights looming over it like curved, robotic flowers. And on the bed sat past-Bob, shoulders hunched into himself. He looked the very same as the Bob right beside you, holding your hand. But his eyes were sunken and empty. Tired.

“I’ve been here before,” Yelena whispered. “Malaysia.”

Bob bit down on the inside of his cheek. “It’s where it all started. I was roaming Southeast Asia. Thought I’d figure something out. A way to find more drugs. And there’s this guy… he started talking to me about a medical study. A trial drug that can make me stronger and not feel like… me anymore. It was like a miracle.”

You felt your face fall with sympathy. You squeezed his hand, and Bob met your gaze with pursed lips. Slowly, the group began to advance towards Past-Bob. At least he wasn’t swinging a sign at all of your heads in a chicken suit this time.

“I thought I would get to show everyone that I was more… that I was something,” Bob told everyone, shame tinting each of his words a melancholic blue.

Past-Bob, now shrouded in shadow, finally straightened. 

“And look what you unleashed,” the voice purred, echoing in your head as if he had managed to worm inside and tapping at the very base of your ear drums.

That wasn’t Bob, you realized with a heavy pit in your stomach. It was the Void. He hopped off the surgical table, turning to face the team, face dark, but eyes glowing.

“How could you possibly think you could be worth anything?” he said, calm as untouched waters. You could feel your skin prickle.

Yelena stepped forward. “We’re leaving.”

The Void stayed silent for a moment, scrutinizing the ragged team of misfits and criminals with an empty expression. Then, he shook his head in miniscule movements. “No,” he simply said.

Behind him the surgical table rose into the air and flew across the room at a startlingly rapid speed, crashing against Yelena and Alexei, pinning them against the wall behind. The long strips of buzzing, artificial lights above were torn from the ceiling and wound around Bucky, keeping him to one of the lab’s counters. Several metal frames from a window came whizzing across the room to bury into the edges of Walker’s suit, keeping him stuck on the ground. Ava was sent flying into the other side of the lab when a crumbled garbage can wound about her midriff. She would have phased right through it, but there was a force weighing her down. 

You managed to dodge the door that was coming at you, having to relinquish Bob’s hand to do so, but missed the heavy metal shelf used to store plastic pill pots heading toward you from the opposite direction. It slammed into your stomach, knocking the wind from your lungs, and you were left struggling fruitlessly against the wall it lodged you up against. 

“Stop,” Bob pleaded to the Void with wide, watery eyes. “Let them go.”

“You think they care about you?” The Void stepped closer until he was right in front of you, close enough that you could feel it—the cold darkness. The dread. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. The weight of all you’ve done wrong, all the people you’ve murdered and maimed, all your deaths, all your lies—resting right on top of your sternum. You gasped for breath. You felt something cold touch your face, so cold it felt blistering hot. You simultaneously wanted to pull away and lean in closer. The Void’s fingers were caressing your cheek ever so gently, and Bob did nothing but watch. He felt frozen to the floor, paralyzed with fear and uncertainty. 

“Xerox… lovely, sad Xerox…” crooned the Void, almost sing-songy. “Bob’s got a fixation with you, you know. It’s pathetic. He’s like a sad mutt begging for scraps from the table.” There was an amused hum from him before he continued, this time speaking to Bob. “Xerox doesn’t want to help you. None of them do. They’re all using you. Deep down, you know they despise you. You’re a burden.”

“That’s not true!” Yelena screamed from the opposite side of the room. IV drip wires wrapped around her throat so tight her eyelids fluttered and her words were caught on her tongue. 

“Isn’t that right, Xerox?” said the Void, his cool thumb slipped beneath your chin to tilt your head up as he regarded you with those cold, blank eyes. “You chose the darkness. You chose me.”

“I came…” The weight was growing stronger. The words felt like thorns in your mouth, painful to speak. What was he doing to you? “I came to help him.”

The Void tilted his head. Then, you felt the coldness close around your throat. The edges of your vision darkened. If your hands weren’t pinned back, you would’ve been clawing at your neck for breath.

“I told you… he doesn’t want your help. He’s pathetic. Why would he deserve it? Deserve you? Now tell him. Tell him the truth. It’s what he needs to hear… some tough love.”

When you opened your mouth this time, words spilled out that weren’t yours. “I don’t want to help you,” you found yourself saying. Not to the Void, but to Bob. Your Pal. You gasped, a cold tear slipping down your cheek. The words came out grated, as if someone had forced you to swallow razors. “I never liked you, Robert. You’re nothing. In fact, worse than that. You’re an active hindrance. A thorn in everyone’s side. I wish… schkk—I wish you had stayed dead when they shot you down.”

“That’s right,” murmured the Void. “Good.”

“Please stop,” Bob ground out. You weren’t sure if he was saying that to you or to the Void. 

His dark counterpart laughed a deep, rumbling noise. “Robert the Hero. Doesn’t sound right, does it? Fake. Like a comic book story. What a joke.”

Walker was close to prying himself out of his confines. 

The Void flicked his wrist. All the glass from the beakers and volumetric cylinders in the lab exploded. Crystal shards scratched at the team’s face, leaving everyone with stinging, bloodied cuts. The Void’s hand slipped away from your throat to pull out the piece of glass that had embedded into your skin. 

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he said, almost a whisper. It would’ve sounded sincere if it hadn’t sounded like an automated message. “You do enough of that to yourself. Did you enjoy what I showed you? The darkness has been kind to you, hasn’t it? The only one you can trust is yourself.”

“Yes,” you choked out, and your head bowed into a nod even though you hadn’t wanted to. “I deserve to relive it all. All the worst parts of me. I’m just as bad as I thought I was.”

Bob was breathing heavily, expression twisted into one of pain. The Void was hurting you. He was hurting you. 

“I’m stronger than you,” Bob told his alter-ego, trying to sound more confident than he was. “I can beat you.”

The Void grinned. It was a terrifying sight. Wolfish. Predatory. “Let’s see.”

The shadowed figure finally stepped away from you, and you seemed to lean forward, as if chasing his touch. Once the Void was far enough, Bob watched you recoil with a trace of disgust to your expression. At yourself or at him?

“It wasn’t me,” you croaked, misty eyes now glued to Bob. Not the Void. Just Bob. “Palindrome. It wasn’t me.”

And Bob believed you. He trusted you. With a determined nod, he ran forward and swung a punch to the Void. The dark mass hit back with equal ferocity, sending Bob sprawling to the ground. Glass dug into his skin.

“Get up, Bobby,” Walker gruffed. “Get up!”

“You thought you would be some great man? Some savior?” taunted the Void as he kicked at Bob. “You can’t even save yourself.”

You watched in horror as the Void picked Bob up by the scruff of his sweatshirt, and struck him three more times. 

“We will always be alone.”

The room began to shift, elongating. The entire group was pulled further and further away from Bob and the Void. Bob watched the team go—his friends grow smaller with the distance—and blew out a choked breath. Alexei was bleeding profusely from his head. Yelena’s face was turning blue from the cords cutting her airway. Ava, Bucky, and John were still working against their bonds. Bob glanced at you hanging limply behind the shelf, staring at nothing in particular with glazed eyes. No doubt that was the Void’s doing. 

Bob turned. His lips curled angrily. Then he launched himself at the Void with a mangled cry. He began punching the figure with all his might. To his fury, the Void only smiled, unhurt.

“There we go,” the Void whispered in a mocking manner. “Show them how strong you are.”

The room began to crack and crumble. Darkness began to eat away at Bob the more he struck his darker self. His shoes were swallowed first, now beginning to crawl up his shins. 

“This isn’t right,” Bucky gruffed. 

“Bob, stop!” Yelena coughed out. Having had enough, Alexei strained as much as he could to push the weight off of them. Just enough to let Yelena wriggle loose. She slipped out with a pained groan, tore the IV off her, and began running towards Bob. The room shifted to try to stop her—throwing cabinets and beakers and tables at her, but she lithely dodged each one. 

By the time she got to Bob, the darkness had seeped up to his neck. 

“I’m here,” she said, wrapping her arms around Bob from behind, trying to hold him back. Bob kept hitting the darkness, relentless.

“It will always be just us,” the Void told him, almost comforting. “I’m the only one you can rely on.”

Yelena held onto him tighter. “I’m here, Bob,” repeated Yelena. “You’re not alone.”

Finally, Bucky managed to tear himself free. He helped Walker get free, and Walker then stalked over to push the shelf off of you with a grunt. You collapsed with a dizzy intake of breath. Ava and Alexei were quick to free themselves afterwards, bonds slightly loosened—it seemed that Yelena’s words of comfort were actually helping. 

The rest of the team ran towards Bob, Yelena, and the Void. 

“We’re all here,” Yelena told her friend. “We’re here for you, Bob.”

You kneeled down beside him, hand wrapping around the wrist that led to a now-bloodied fist. The team piled together, all holding Bob—and each other. In the tangled mess of limbs and arms, Bob began to weep. His head knocked against yours as he sobbed, and you held him all the tighter. 

“Let it out, Pal,” you said. “We’ve got you.”

Then the entire group fell backwards. Your spine hit the rough surface of a broken road. After blinking several times and adjusting to the sudden onslaught of light, the city of New York came back into view. The shadows were slowly but surely melting away. 

The team slowly struggled to their feet. People were gradually but surely returning from the Void’s realm.

You sniffled, wiping an errant tear with your sleeve. The Void’s hold on your mind was still fresh, and you certainly felt a little worse for wear. You felt Bob’s concerned hand on your shoulder, and you turned and enveloped him into a sudden, tight hug, yanking him close. He emitted a noise of surprise, but his arms wound around you out of instinct. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said, breathing shallow and rapid. “I don’t wish you died. I don’t think you’re a burden. I think you’re really sweet and cool and—” Your words were spoken so quickly and pretty muffled into the fabric of his sweatshirt that Bob didn’t really catch them.

Bob held you until your breaths mellowed out a bit. Even patted your back a few times for good measure. There were no complaints on his end for the hug, but he wasn’t very sure why you were giving him one. 

“This is nice,” he started, uncertain.

“Sorry, I didn’t ask if I could hug you,” you whispered once you pulled away, cheeks flushed.

“You don’t need to ask,” he said, almost too quickly. There was a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. “You don’t ever need to ask to hug me. It’s nice. I like it.”

Walker came to stand beside you, having done a quick survey of the premise. “You were great in there, Bob.”

Bob blinked at the bearded man and smiled. That was probably the nicest thing Walker has ever said to him. Too bad he had no clue what he was talking about. “Thanks, Walker,” he said, still smiling goofily. “In—wait, in where?” Finally, Bob took a glance around. There was wreckage everywhere. Had the Avengers totaled New York yet again? “Woah. What happened here?”

“You don’t… remember?” you asked, eyeing him with kinked brows.. “Did you hit your head a bit too hard?”

Bob patted down his skull. “Feels normal.” He laughed a bit—a nervous, knee-jerk reaction. “Sorry, I’m a bit confused.”

“Are you okay?” Yelena asked, looking at him with nothing but concern. 

Bob’s brows twitched, still completely lost. “Yeah. I’m fine. Why’s everyone looking at me like that?”

“Are you serious?” Alexei deadpanned. “We were in crazy rooms of despair and misery and—”

“Thanks, Alexei,” you cut in, giving the giant of a man a pointed look. “You did good, Bob. I can explain the details later. For now—”

Your reassurance was cut off by Valentina shrilly speaking into a phone, only a few yards away. You could feel anger twist your insides just from seeing her. 

“I’m going to kill that woman,” Alexei gruffed.

“We can’t kill her. We have to take her in,” Bucky said with an exasperated sigh. It was clear that he had plenty of experience being the voice of reason. 

“What happens when he regains his memory?” Walker asked. “Will we have to go through that all over again?”

Yelena shook her head. She took Bob by the elbow and began leading him towards Valentina. “Okay. Come on, Bob.”

“I’m going with you guys?”

“Of course you are,” you said as you walked alongside them towards Valentina, nudging Bob with a soft smile. “We’re a team now.”

Bob returned your smile easily. “That sounds nice.”

Yelena nodded. “We stick together from now on.”

When Valentina spotted the Thunderbolts coming towards her, she began to hurry backwards. “Hello, team! I know we’re all dealing with very big feelings right now, just give me—give me half a second—!”

She disappeared behind some wreckage. 

As you rounded the broken pieces of construction, you were met with the blinding flashes of about fifty cameras. There were news trucks, reporters, microphones, the entire shebang. Even a podium for Valentina to stand behind as she hushed the audience. A small part of you thought about all the dried blood on your face and body—it was a relief your suit was dark, or it would’ve looked like you were mauled by a bear. Or, more likely that you were the one that mauled the bear. 

“What’s going on?” Bob leaned closer to whisper to you.

“No idea,” you whispered back.

“Cool.” The smile that appeared on his face was boyish and lopsided. “It’s nice not being the only one who’s confused.”

“Are we live?” Valentina asked one of the cameramen. Once he nodded, she began speaking with a shiny, rehearsed smile. “For years, I have been working secretly to develop a new age of protection. Today, the citizens of the United States need that protection. Thanks to my hard work, they got it. Ladies and gentlemen… meet the new Avengers.”

Avenger? You? That didn’t sound quite right. The Avengers were heroes. They were a beacon of light and hope and occasional destruction of city-folk. You were… 

Just a person trying to do better.

The Thunderbolts stared at each other in a mixture of disbelief and disdain. Bob began to clap loudly, but you put a hand on his, forcing him to lower them down. 

“What?” he asked, still completely miffed, and you shook your head with an I’ll tell you later look. Bob nodded solemnly and put his hands behind his back, which made you hold back an amused grin. The snaps coming from the cameras seemed to flare with every tiny movement you made, so you weren’t too keen on giving them anything to pick apart. 

Yelena strode up to Valentina. She covered the microphone, leaned down, and said, just loud enough so she and the rest of the team could hear. “We own you now.”

This time, you didn’t bother trying to smother your smile. The cameras went crazy.

“Have you seen the news?” Bob asked you, settling down next to you on the couch. He handed you the steaming mug of tea, made just the way you liked. His knees knocked against yours. 

You glanced away from your crossword puzzle and took the mug with a warm smile. “Thanks. Seen what? I haven’t checked ever since news of mutants broke out.” You were still waiting for your own test results to come back. The memory of the clinic drawing your blood made you shudder. It did, however, make you feel slightly better knowing that the entire team was squashed in the tiny waiting room right outside the door for you. Even Bucky, who swore up and down that he was busy that afternoon still showed up. You made a mental note to get him a smoothie from that juice shop he liked so much. 

Bob gave you an awkward grimace. “They’re writing about us again.”

This made you roll your eyes. “They’re always writing about us.”

Just yesterday, Ava had shown you an article that said: THE HEROES NOBODY ASKED FOR! IS NEW ALWAYS BETTER? 

Which, to be fair, was a completely valid article. However, counterpoint, none of you asked to be on the Avengers. Except Alexei and Walker at some point, you suspected.

“No,” Bob said, clearing his throat. “Not us like the group, but us us.”

“Oh?” You quirked a brow. “What are they saying this time?” Last week, they were convinced Bob was a special secret agent of sorts. 

Bob handed you the rolled up newspaper he was holding. 

SPOTTED: BOB WHO? MYSTERY MAN SEEN WITH NEW AVENGER ‘XEROX’ — ROMANCE BLOSSOMING IN THE TOWER?

Though you were wearing a baseball cap, that clearly wasn’t enough to hide your identity. Beneath the article title was a grainy image of you and Bob in the park, feeding the ducks. The two of you were wearing identical, fond grins; but you were looking at the ducks, and his eyes were trained on you. There was another photo beneath where the two of you were sharing a milkshake in one of your favorite diners. You let out a sigh—you supposed you couldn’t be going to that diner as often anymore.

“Oh,” you muttered, reading through the first few lines, which turned out to be a whole bunch of speculative nonsense. “They’re always doing this, aren’t they? Making something out of nothing.” 

“Right,” said Bob, nodding. “It’s nothing. You’re right.”

When you caught his eye, noting the slightly crestfallen look on his face, you shook your head, assuming he was just upset about the whole ordeal. You could understand—losing your privacy overnight wasn’t something you were very keen about, either. “Try not to pay too much mind to the news people. I guess we just have to lay low for a while. It’ll die down. They’ll move on to the next big trendy thing in a minute or two.”

“Yeah, of course,” Bob said. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “Does this mean we have to stop going to the park together?”

“No,” you reassured. “We just have to put on some better disguises. I’m sure Valentina could scrounge up the money. After all, she kinda has to do whatever we want now.”

Bob smiled, all awkward and endearing. “Good. Yeah. I… I like the time we spend together.”

“I like it, too,” you said, lips upturned. Bob had to force his eyes away. It was nothing. Right.

You patted his leg and returned to your crossword puzzle. You were about halfway through the crossword book that Bob had bought for you from the musty cornerstore two blocks away. It was the first gift you’d ever gotten from someone. 

Yelena walked into one of the Tower’s many common areas an hour later to find you and Bob leaning against each other, dozing away. Your puzzle book was discarded to the side, pencil sticking out one of the pages to mark your place. Bob’s mouth was slightly agape and he looked about two seconds away from slipping and face-planting painfully into the boniest part of your shoulder. Your legs were intertwined with his in a position that certainly couldn’t have been comfortable. Yelena regarded the two of you with a downturned smile. 

“Okay, you sleepy lovebirds,” she muttered, grabbing a neatly folded blanket from the corner of the long couch and draping it over the both of you. You stirred ever so slightly, mumbling something under your breath, then settled back closer to Bob. “Sweet dreams.”

The two of you were startled awake just as Yelena was leaving and Alexei stormed in, loudly complaining about how this lady in the grocery store wouldn’t buy the Avengers Wheaties cereal box even though he’d explicitly recommended it to her.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly, standing up to stretch upwards like a feline after a long nap. Bob watched you with a sleepy grin. “Ooh, that just reminded me. I need to go pick up some ingredients for soup night tomorrow. Walker hates tomatoes, so tomato soup is off the menu.” 

With no hesitation whatsoever, Bob asked, “Can I come with you?” 

You thought distantly to the news reports. Let them think what they want. Whatever you had with Bob, you liked it just as it was.

“Yeah,” you said. “I’d love that. We can stop by the library afterwards, too. I’ve heard they’ve got a new copy of…”

Alexei and Yelena watched the two of you head out, animatedly discussing some sort of new mystery book, shoulders practically pressed up to each other. 

“Are they—” Alexei sent his daughter a pointed look. “You know?”

“I’m not speaking about this with you,” Yelena curtly said, turning on her heel. “But no, not yet. Ava and I have a bet going on.”

This made a devilish grin spread over Alexei’s face. “He makes it obvious, the way he looks at Xerox. I give them a week.”

Yelena scoffed. He was such an optimist. She gave them three months at the very least. “You’re on.”

[slutoru1207]

Variant!Invincible x Variant!Reader funny imagine

haha i had fun writing this

The battlefield was pure chaos. The Invincible War had brought together versions of Mark from across the multiverse, and now? Now there were also multiple versions of you.

And it was absolute insanity.

One Mark—dressed in a sleek black and red suit—landed beside the original Mark, wiping blood off his face. "Okay, not gonna lie, I was not expecting this many versions of your girlfriend."

"Tell me about it," Mark groaned, dodging a stray blast. "They’ve been all over me for weeks!"

"Sounds like a dream."

"It’s not!"

Meanwhile, across the battlefield, your variants had found their Marks.

"Hey there, handsome," one of you cooed, sidling up to a Mark with a scar over his eye and a much darker aura. "You look dangerous. I like that."

Scarred Mark raised a brow. "And you don’t look scared of me."

You smirked. "Why would I be? I’ve got a thing for bad boys."

Somewhere else, a more unhinged Mark—eyes burning with bloodlust—was being held back by two versions of you, both giggling. "Aww, you’re cute when you’re trying to kill people."

"Let. Me. Go," he snarled.

One of you poked his cheek. "Nah, you’re kinda fun to mess with."

Back with the original Mark, he turned just in time to see three versions of you hanging off different versions of himself. One had her arms draped around a Mark with a robotic arm, whispering in his ear. Another was poking at a Mark with white streaks in his hair, teasing him about how cool he looked.

And the worst? One of you had cozied up to a Mark in a full Viltrumite uniform—the kind that screamed evil overlord.

"So," she purred, tracing a finger down his chest. "Conquering planets, huh? That’s hot."

The Viltrumite Mark smirked. "You’re intriguing."

Original Mark nearly had a stroke. "ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH A VILTRUMITE?!"

Your variant shrugged. "I mean, yeah. Have you seen him?"

Mark groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I can’t deal with this. I can’t."

Meanwhile, the Guardians of the Globe watched the multiversal madness unfold, completely dumbfounded.

"Dude," Rex whispered, eyes wide. "I don’t know whether to be jealous or terrified."

Dupli-Kate sighed. "Both. Be both."

As the battle raged on, it became very clear that the variants—both of Mark and you—were a force to be reckoned with. Some worked together perfectly, back-to-back in combat, protecting each other without hesitation. Others? Well…

"Babe, heads up!" One of you flung a chunk of debris toward a Mark locked in combat.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t her Mark.

"THAT'S NOT MY MARK!" the original you shrieked as the wrong Mark got flattened.

"Oops."

Mark groaned. "I hate this war."

Suddenly, a new portal ripped open in the sky, and out came even more Marks and Readers, their outfits and battle stances making it very clear they had been fighting in their own universes. One Reader stepped forward, looking around with a smirk. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

One Mark, wearing an old, tattered cape, scoffed. "Oh great. More of you."

Another Mark, who looked far too comfortable covered in way too much blood, tilted his head at one of your variants. "I know you."

She grinned. "Yeah, you killed my Mark. Wanna make it up to me?"

Even Original Mark had to do a double take. "WHAT?!"

The battlefield somehow became even worse. One of your variants challenged a Viltrumite Mark to a sparring match, another was actively helping a villain Mark take down a Guardian, and one had somehow convinced a half-robotic Mark to carry her bridal style mid-battle.

"She actually pulled it off," one of your other selves whistled, watching in awe. "Respect."

At this point, even the universe itself seemed exhausted by the sheer amount of chaos. But through it all, one thing remained the same.

It was chaos. It was madness. And, somehow, it was the most entertaining thing that had ever happened in the multiverse.

Because, at the end of the day, no matter what universe they came from—

Marks were Marks.

And Readers? Readers would always drive them insane.

[clairewritesfanfics]

Villain Creation System Chapter 3

Pairing/s: Invincible x Reader x Invincible Variants

CHAPTER 2: Tutorial Mission START Series Masterlist <<read the synopsis and trigger warnings first>>

For a fake world, the chemistry lecture here was as dull as the real one’s. 

After Mark disappeared to who knows where, you resumed life as a college student and went to class. Biochemistry, a fascinating subject, but the teacher had a voice that could put dragons to sleep. Compared to your philosophy professor, the man detailing the steps to the citric acid cycle spoke without a change in his inflection and was less “discussing” and “more reading from his powerpoint.” 

It was a good thing you–this version of you–took up philosophy. The so-called “hard sciences” are fun, but being human means having limited time, and when buttloads of information is crammed into you without time for processing and then quizzed, the fun tends to diminish. 

The bell rang.

“I will upload the modules for the next session by tonight, and don’t forget to answer the formative quiz for today’s lecture. Have a good day, everyone.” 

You opened your planner. This was the last class for today, and there didn’t seem to be anything else written here, only this semester’s schedule. 

Huh.

[Accurate to the real thing, I’d say.]

“If that is a jab at me then you’re wasting your breath, or whatever energy you use to talk.” You didn’t like social engagements. It would seem this version of you was the same. Good. At least you didn’t have to worry about making small talk with strangers. You had this body’s memories, but they were limited, imperfect. 

“What should we do now?” You asked, walking out of the auditorium. 

[That is up to the Host. ]

[Your will is my will.]

“Is that your way of telling me you’re not gonna help me?”

[ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ]

You rolled your eyes and opened your phone. The list of contacts you had were straightforward; parents, several family members, some old classmates and friends. Vague figures in the back of this brain’s memory. The system told you not to bother contacting any of them. [It would be pointless] was its reply when you inquired why. 

You checked the apps. Facebook was a thing here but Twitter was replaced by “Z” and Youtube was “WeTV.” A lot of the creators “you” followed were news outlets.

You clicked a WeTV link to a livestream report of a monster attack in Australia, then another in Brazil, and one in the Philippines.

“Geez.” You were never going to complain about being bored again. “Those poor people.”

[Look on the bright side, Host, here the destruction of nations can be blamed on an external threat rather than the political leaders. In your reality, you humans have no one else to blame but yourselves.]

Spoken in a robotic voice with a cheery lilt. It seemed genuine in its attempt to comfort you, so you bit your tongue and continued scrolling.

Monsters, villains, more monsters, more villains. Hundreds of people injured, dozens dead.

Just then, a light bulb went off in your head. “I think I know what I’m supposed to do now.”

The dorm was too far so you went to the campus library. You found a vacant computer near the wall, far from prying eyes. 

[Resorting to cyberstalking, I see.]

“Before I can make him snap, I need to figure out what makes him tick.” 

Judging from his socials, Mark’s popular, not just as Invincible, but as Mark Grayson. He was on the debate team back in high school, played bass at a band called Indigo Muse, and, if the many, many, many posts about him were anything to go by, he was well-loved by the ladies.

When you couldn’t find any family pictures, you decided to study his superhero identity. 

This world’s Invincible wore a black suit with blue accents. Most pictures of him were blurred, which was either on purpose or incredibly fortunate, because he didn’t wear a mask or cowl. 

UNKNOWN SUPER SAVES BUS OF TEENS

NEW SUPERHERO RISES THE RANKS

INVINCIBLE HELPS OLD LADY DOWN THE STREET

Going by the news articles, he’s been a hero for a mere four months. “No wonder the corruption meter is mostly empty.” You’ve seen this play out before, not in Invincible , but in various coming of age stories. This Mark was a fledgling. His morals were still intact, but judging from that 3%, he’s starting to see that the world of superheroes isn’t squeaky clean.

You pushed down the pity in your chest and continued with your research.

From what you can tell, the professional supes were employed by the Global Defense Agency aka the GDA. The veteran heroes were known as the Guardians of the Globe, and there was the Teen Team, composed of younger heroes. Invincible wasn’t part of either. He assisted both groups in the past, usually to evacuate civilians. 

No interviews, no press conferences. 

He was surprisingly mysterious. With how much of a flirt he was, you thought for sure he would be the showboating type, but judging from the poorly recorded videos of him zooming around, he did his job quickly and left before news reporters could hound him. 

There were only so many news articles and blog posts about him before you realized there was nothing else to study. 

You opened your notebook and made a summary of everything you knew so far:

Womanizer

Doesn’t remember me from childhood

English major *shares same philosophy class

Bass player 

Debuted as a hero four months ago

Not part of a team

Popular as civilian and hero 

Home life?

You circled the last item on your list several times. Try as you might, Mark’s parents were mysteries to you. Omni-Man disappeared ten years ago and you had nothing on Debbie Grayson. Her son didn’t have her as a friend on Facebook and he had zero pictures of him and parents.

“Not even a hint?” You asked the system.

System: (づ_ど)

Giving up, you decide to switch topics and begin digitizing your lecture notes.

[You’re actually studying?]

“Not like I have anything better to do. I can’t exactly hack into the Pentagon’s database and my head hurts from all that research, and since someone refuses to be useful, I’m stuck on what to do now.”

[...]

The system fell quiet and let you be.

The minutes flew by as you typed.

“Excuse me.” A feminine voice whispered and your knee jerked against the table.

You gasped in pain, earning a few looks from the neighboring students. 

“Sorry,” the snooper said.

[Ding. The character known as Amber Bennett has made contact.]

No kidding! Couldn’t you have warned me that she was here!?

[Host looked so deeply invested in studying that this system did not wish to disturb you.]

[Fufufu.]

Rubbing your knee, you met Amber’s apologetic eyes. “I didn’t mean to spook you, but uh, your typing’s… a little loud.”

Ah. That would explain the hard glares from some of the people here. “Sorry, I got too excited I guess. I’ll keep it down.”

“Thanks.” She glanced at your desk. “By the way, I can’t help but notice, you're in Professor Gonzales’ class, right?”

When she saw your brows crease in confusion, she added, “Biochemistry?”

“Oh, yeah.” 

“We share the same class then, I’m Amber Bennett.”

“I know.”

She blinked, wide-eyed.

You quickly added, “You’re one of the scholarship students. I saw the university page congratulating you.”

“Yeah, um, about that…” She turned to your monitor. “Your notes are easy to follow. Especially compared to the professor’s powerpoint.”

“I try.”

She grabbed her shoulder. “This is gonna sound weird but are you available for tutoring?”

“Tutoring?”

There was a collective “shhh” from all directions and Amber ducked her head.

“See, I’ve been struggling with chemistry since the first day and I’ve never failed before, but–”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

You nodded.

She beamed. “That’s great! I think we’re already in the same group chat for the freshmen course but just in case–” She pulled out a pen and you pushed a blank page towards her. She scribbled her number.

“I’ll pay you, of course.”

“Sure, we can talk about details some other time.”

“I really appreciate this–”

You gave her your name and her smile brightened. “You’re a lifesaver! I should go now before the rest of the library decides to crucify us both.”

You raised your hand in goodbye and then picked up your notebook.

No, Amber, you’re the lifesaver here.

***

That evening, Amber asked to meet with you at the campus coffee shop. 

The Coffee Mug, more colloquially known as The Mug, was three storeys high and looked far more interesting than any Starbucks you’ve been to. Cubist and art deco paintings lined the bare brick walls, contrasting the wood and iron furniture. Bossa nova jazz played from the ceiling speakers.

“I gotta hand it to the author, or whoever, whatever made this place, they know how to design a good-looking cafe.”

You almost didn’t mind that the person who asked for your help was already eight minutes late. 

You were getting impatient, mostly because it was seven o’clock and you still haven’t had dinner. You had a black coffee to stave off the hunger pangs, but the scent of toasted savory pastries and the sight of cake called out to you like a siren. 

[Just order, Host, don’t tell me you’re waiting for Amber so she could pay.]

“What do you take me for?” You harrumphed. “I’d love to, but it would be rude to start eating without her.”

[!!]

[Really? How so?]

You shrugged.

“But drinking is okay?”

“Yes.”

[You humans sure do like making things harder for yourselves.]

“Tell me about it.”

God, where the Hell is she? 

As you started debating whether manners were truly necessary, your phone pinged. It was Amber. 

Hey, are u at the cafe?

Im so sorry, my group meeting decided to have overtime.

I wired u some money, dinner’s on me. sorry again! 

Well, damn. Guess God does listen. 

Spirits lifted, you got up and practically skipped towards the menu. This place might’ve been called a coffee shop, it had a big menu not unlike a diner’s, and the food selection was listed with colorful chalk on giant blackboards hanging behind the counter. 

You’ve been thinking about what to eat even while you were at the table. But even now you weren’t sure what to get. A sandwich and salad combo? The lasagna? Maybe something from their all-day breakfast? 

[Ding.]

“I recommend their three-cheese omelette.”

You barely had to turn your head to find Mark’s chin hovering over your shoulder. Soft dark bangs tickled your cheek.

“Mark.”

“Gorgeous.” He winked and then approached the counter.

The girl handling the cashier noticed him and her surprise turned to coyness as she pushed back a pink strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. “Hey, Mark.” If this were a cartoon you’d imagine her eyes would be in the shape of hearts right now. 

You couldn’t blame her. Looking around the floor, a mix of subtle and unsubtle staring were aimed at Mark. You understood. Six feet, jet black hair, strong biceps, a pretty waist that led to the most callipygous butt you’ve ever seen. 

That being said, you’d rather not get into the habit of ogling at rear ends without permission, so you walked closer and stood beside him.

Mark leaned onto the counter, flashing a flirtatious smile. “Hey, Kelsey. Can I get my usual, for dine-in, and an om–”

“I’ll get the large grilled chicken salad with honey mustard and one medium choco mint frappe.”

Mark snorted, but didn’t say anything else as he handed her a few dollars.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Don’t be like that, consider this my olive branch.”

“For what?”

“For cutting our date short and not walking you home.”

“First of all, that wasn’t a date, because if it was, then your standards need quality control. Secondly, it wasn’t like I needed to come home. I still had classes.” 

Not wanting to third-wheel, Kelsey put Mark’s change on the small metal plate beside the register and hurried off to prepare the orders.

Without skipping a beat, Mark put the change in the tip box. “Then what is your ideal date?”

You tilted your head.

“You said my standards need to improve, but how do I know yours is any good?”

“I guess you don’t.” You crossed your arms. 

His grin turned mischievous. “Let me guess, you want a fancy dinner? No, you don’t seem like the type who dresses up frequently. I know, is it this cafe? Are coffee shops your thing? Bookish girls like these kinds of places.”

You turned on your heels. “I’m ignoring you now.”

Folding his hands behind him, he trailed after you, remaining two steps behind, pretending like he couldn’t outpace you with those long legs of his.

“Wait, is that why you’re here? You’re waiting for a date?” He watched you take a seat. “That can’t be it though, who orders before their date?”

Refusing to look at him, you opened your phone as you expressed your gratitude, “Thank you for paying, now would you kindly get lost?”

[Host, what are you doing? This is the perfect time to seduce him.]

Yeah, not happening. I need to be five kinds of drunk before I even consider– “What are you doing?” 

He slid into the seat across from yours. “Hey, I’m hungry too.”

“There are other tables, y’know.”

He cocked his eyebrow and you briefly scanned the room. Right. This was a university cafe. Dammit. He did pay for your food, and he wasn’t totally obnoxious to warrant a kick out. 

With a sigh, you opted to just ignore him and kept refreshing your phone.

“So, are you going to study here?”

“...”

“The music’s pretty nice, if a little basic.” 

“...”

“I can’t really stand music when I’m studying, or the sound of people talking. When I’m reading, I’m reading. When I’m listening to music, that’s all I’m going to do. I guess I’m not a multitasker, I like to think of myself as–”

You slammed twenty-five dollars on the table. “Please take this and leave.”

He put his elbows on the table and leaned closer. “Nah.”

Ugh.

“What do you want from me?”

He flexed his arm and leaned his chin on the palm of his hand. “Tell me why else you’re here.”

“To eat dinner.”

“And?”

“To study.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“You want me to leave, don’t you?”

“...I have an appointment.”

“Is the appointment romantic in nature?”

“Not even a little bit. It’s purely academic, and I’d like to keep it confidential, so could you–”

Kelsey arrived holding two trays. “One large grilled chicken salad with one medium choco mint frappe, and one freshly toasted cheese and sausage eggdesal[1] with a cup of black coffee.”

“Thanks, Kels, but you didn’t have to bring it here, I would’ve gotten it.” Mark said. 

She giggled, “Nah, it’s the least I could do. It’s not everyday you stay here to eat.”

“Well, I still feel bad since the place is packed.”

“It’s my pleasure. We’re not super busy right now since most of the students here just buy one drink for their whole stay.”

“You’re a doll.”

“Enjoy your meal.” She smiled at both of you and returned to her station.

He took a sip of the coffee. “Sweet girl, that one. You know, she’s a physics major–”

“How do you do that?”

His lashes flickered over the rim of the cup.

“How can you… charm people so effortlessly?”

Foamy coffee squirted through his mouth and nose and onto his sandwich. Luckily for you, you reflexively pulled your plate back just in time.

You pulled out the pack of tissue you kept in your backpack and slid it towards him. 

He patted his chest and coughed into the tissues. 

You folded your hands over the table and waited patiently for him to regain his bearings. Once his coughing calmed down, you asked, “Well?”

“Wow. You…wow.”

“It’s a genuine question, I think I deserve a genuine answer.” If it weren’t for your unique circumstance, you would have folded like a cheap hooker if Mark Grayson approached you the way he did after the philosophy lecture. The rest of your brain would’ve had no chances in overriding your hypothalamus. Or your loins. 

“I don’t know where to begin, I–”

“Mark?” 

Amber was here.

“Wow,” he breathed, attention switching from Amber to you. “You really did have a meeting.”

She looked baffled but there was no trace of anger or anything. “Why’re you here, Mark? You hate eating here.” 

“I was just about to leave.” He picked up his sandwich. “See ya, girls.” And with that, he departed, leaving you alone with Amber, who was–according to past posts–his ex-girlfriend. 

Amber laid her bag on the now empty chair. “Sorry for being late, I didn’t expect us to take two hours deciding on how to divide a simple report on childhood obesity.”

“It’s okay, ‘cause of you I just found my second favorite place.” The first will always be your bedroom. 

Amber twiddled with her fingers as you poured the honey mustard over the salad.

“Mark didn’t, I mean, he–”

“I didn’t tell him about the tutoring,” you reassured her. “I didn’t know if you wanted people to know, I just told him it was for school.”

“Really? Thank you! But that’s not what I was going to say.” She cleared her throat. “How do you know Mark?”

“We attend the same philosophy class.”

She looked everywhere except your gaze. “This probably isn’t any of my business, but you seem like a nice person so you should know that Mark doesn’t do the girlfriend thing.”

You used your fork to toss your salad. “I see.” 

“Don’t get me wrong, he isn’t evil or anything. He’s a sweet guy, it’s just that, he isn’t boyfriend material.”

You nodded. “Thanks for telling me.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Good, good. Listen, if you do want to hook up with him, that’s totally your call, I just thought I should tell you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be too busy for a boyfriend, anyway. Thanks, I really do appreciate it.”

Mark Grayson? Please. Not even in a hundred lifetimes. 

[ Ding. ]

You dropped your fork.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, my hand slipped,” you muttered, trying not to gawk at the system’s holographic screen.

[Affection: 12%. Darkening: 3%.]

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[toxicrelief]

Crawling Back to You

Chapter fifteen

Synopsis: Rex doesn’t seem to mind your company much, and you don’t mind giving it, at first.

Pairing: Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 6.6k

Chapter: 15/?

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Rejection was starting to get easier. Maybe it was because you had real-world experience now that you didn’t have before. Or maybe it was because you had more important things to worry about than whether a patient was going to let you heal them or not.

“I did it!” You said, almost ecstatic. You panted out a few breaths, putting your hands on your knees to try to regain your loss of oxygen.

“Did you just run here?” Cecil said dryly, handing some kind of booklet to a worker standing nearby.

“Yes!” You straightened up, still not having caught your breath. “I did it!” You repeated again, giddiness overtaking your composure.

“Don’t waste my time, kid. Did what?”

You open your mouth to answer then realize it might not be the best idea to blurt this out with everyone else around. “Oh… uh… The thing-”

He blinked at you a few times before sighing and rolling his eyes. “Alright, everyone out.” Without missing a beat the different agents and workers around the room hastily made their exit. To hold that much respect, so much immediate power. You were almost jealous; you couldn’t seem to ever get anything done without everyone around you questioning you or being suspicious. “Now, what are you talking about?”

“Viltrumite blood.” Your excitement hadn’t ebbed. “I just tested it out in the room, it’s easy- like ridiculously easy-”

“Christ, have you slept at all?”

“Yes.” You tightened your brow a bit, feeling mildly offended. “Am I allowed to be excited about something we have been working on for months or-?”

He nodded quietly, taking in the information while putting a hand over his mouth in thought. “How do you know?”

“I-” You were starting to feel a little deflated. “Well, I mean I just said, I tested it out in the training room…on the blood bag?” You wrapped your arms around you in a defensive stance. “And I felt it, yesterday I saw Mark- or Invincible or whatever. We shook hands, and I felt it. It was like he was just another person, but still, I don’t know- different.”

“Different?”

You thought carefully for a moment. “I suppose you could think about it like getting water somewhere on a trip, or just in a new place in general. The water at home you are used to, it tastes like home and you’re comfortable drinking it. Then you go somewhere new, and in other places it can taste weird, or bad even, I guess. It tastes like water, you know it’s water. But you’d rather the stuff from home.”

Cecil hummed softly, still thinking. Although you doubted he ever stopped even when he was off duty. If he ever was. “Very good, Killdeer.”

“Yeah?” You felt your excitement return a little from the direct praise.

“Yes, this is good. I want you integrated back in with the Guardians.”

“Wait, what? Already?” Your grip around your arms loosened a little, this was not at all the direction you had expected this to go.

“Yes, already. We are down three Guardians.”

“Won’t there be some resistance?” You responded quietly.

“I have spoken with the Immortal and Robot. I explained that the fainting spells are from overexertion and they took it well enough. It should get them off your back, but honestly, I’m sure it’ll still be tense.” He shifts slightly as if he isn’t sure what to say next. “Donald told me about your discussion.”

You nodded, swallowing roughly at the mention of the topic you had been avoiding thinking about since your conversation with Donald. Maybe you should be angrier with Cecil, furious that he hid it from you. You had been unhappy at the idea of it, but after talking to Donald you had received almost a type of closure. Last night you hadn’t been plagued by your repetitive nightmare. It wasn’t gone, you knew you would be seeing that grotesque imagery for a long while still to come. But now, you knew what it was. Why it happened. A part of you still blamed yourself. You should have swept the perimeter, asked Cecil if there would likely be anyone else on the premises. At the end of the day though, it had happened. You didn’t have control over it, you weren’t even conscious while doing it. But it had still happened.

Cecil had done a lot for you, at least it felt that way. He found you and encouraged your abilities. He trained you, got you a specialized room in the training facility and in the hospital. You had grown fond of him. A small voice chirped in the back of your head, was it possible you were making excuses for him? Not properly holding him accountable for anything he has done?

As if you’re the one to be holding anyone accountable.

“I am glad to see you’re…shit, I don’t know, taking it well?” He was never amazing at being sentimental or comforting. He could do it, but it seemed like he only had it in limited quantities. Saving it for widows and orphans.

You gave him a tight smile. “I manage.” After a moment of loaded silence, you spoke up again. “When should I check in with the Guardians?”

“Soon. Within the next few days is preferred.”

--

“Where did you even find this?”

“Oh, don’t get started with me, I never buy this shit.” You dropped two magazines on his lap, you had seen it for free in a random kiosk while walking outside the hospital. It was about two times smaller than the magazines Eve had brought.

“You paid money for this?” He held them up, his mouth drawn together in an almost too-intentional frown. The way his lips were slightly quivering told you that he was struggling not to laugh.

“You gonna pay me back?” You asked, sitting at the end of his bed like you had the last visit.

He opens his mouth to respond with indignation, but his words are delayed slightly as he watches you. Maybe you should have just sat in the recliner rather than right against his leg. You hadn’t even considered he might not want you to. “Well…fuck, how much were these?”

“Twenty bucks.” You lied, a small smile spreading across your face as you looked down at the booklets you had given him. They were so obviously not worth that much that it tickled you.

“Twenty- what the fuck?” He itched the section of his head that was available to him outside of the helmet contraption. “You got scammed.”

“Not my problem, is it?” You held your hand out, knowing full well he most assuredly did not have his wallet anywhere nearby.

“Just add it to my tab.” He sighs, leaning back again in his bed.

You had seen him when you first arrived this morning. Tension filling your body as you peeked through the curtains. His whole demeanor had changed at the sight of you, that same shit-eating grin that you had seen the night before spreading across his face. If he was going to be nice you were not complaining. You even found him…enjoyable? Now that he wasn’t giving you that telltale look of disgust, and spitting accusations against you, you were actually getting to know him a little. So far the conversation had mostly revolved around furniture and home décor. But this morning he even talked a little about Mark. Which you listened to with bated breath.

“Are you even listening?”

You nodded a little too quickly, with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Aw shit. You’ve got some schoolgirl crush on him, don’t you?”

“Oh, brother.” You rolled your eyes. “Have you never had a favorite hero, Rex?”

“Yes, and you’re looking at him.” He had said, looking a little bitter for the rest of your visit.

Eventually, you left to go run rounds, but now you had come back. The doctor you had been working with had shooed you away after practically tripping over you for the fifth time. Why not see just how new and improved Rex seemed to be?

You pulled your phone out in an exaggerated manner, opening your notes.

Rex’s head snapped up to watch you. “You’re not.” He uttered in disbelief

“I am.” You said, your smile grew more by the second as you typed ‘Rex: $20’ and showed the screen to him.

“Ugh. More stingy than a hooker.”

“With much less of the fun.” You laughed, putting your phone away.

“Those didn’t even cost you twenty bucks, did they?” He gave you a nasty look, but it wasn’t the same as any he had given you before. This one didn’t have the load of intention behind it. He was enjoying your company, even with all your uncertainties you knew this for sure.

You simply shrugged at him, until he let it go scoffing to himself.

“Do you want me to…” You paused, knowing it was best not to get too comfortable. Against the warning buzzers going off in your head, you decided to offer it anyway. “Do you want me to help you at all?” It was vague, you knew it was. But you also knew he would understand what you were implying.

He blinked at you, his residual smile fading slightly. “Well…”

“It’s fine really, don’t feel bad for saying no. If you ever feel bad for anything-” Fuck.

“What?” He brow drew together slightly but he didn’t say anything else, waiting for you to clarify.

“Sorry, that was- really rude, actually, shit.” Yeah, you were not making this any better. “This is just a little jarring for me.” You held your hand out at him.

“Did you just gesture to all of me?”

“Yes?” You winced, a shade of embarrassment dusting your cheeks.

He sighed, but his disposition towards you didn’t close. “I guess that makes sense.”

“You guess?”

“Yeah, I guess.” He almost snapped, a semblance of the Rex you had known poking through. “Sorry.” He said without wasting a single breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.

So, it was a conscious choice. He was choosing to be nicer. The realization of this overtook any hurt your ego might have obtained from his retort. Was this his way of apologizing for being a dirtbag to you for so long? Rather than saying it directly he just intended to pretend it never happened? You weren’t sure how the prospect of this sat with you.

“Almost broke your cover there.” You said softly, hoping your response would be well received rather than egging him on further.

He was still pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed. But his lips perked up in an unmissable smile.

You felt a little more comfortable after seeing that, so you poked his leg to get his attention. His eyes opened, his gaze landing where your hand had touched then slowly traveled up to your face.

“So, what about it?”

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes drilled into you until you felt the need to look away. That unfamiliar feeling from yesterday returned briefly.

“Fine.” He rasped out with feigned reluctance. “But you’re not going to accidentally fuse this thing to my head, are you? ‘Cause I’ve already got accelerated healing and shit; I don’t have to risk it.” He pointed up to the metal contraption with his metal-enclosed stub.

You pretend to consider the possibility, then shrug. “I actually don’t know.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Who said I was trying to make you feel better?” You met his eyes again as you chuckled. For that moment you wondered if he was remembering the first time you had almost this exact same interaction. Back in his room after you had accidentally injured him. That felt like a lifetime ago now.

“Fine, let’s get it over with, Nurse Joy.” He sat up, shaking his hand out a few times before holding it out to you.

“Okay, what is that all about?”

“You don’t know who Nurse Joy is?” He looked genuinely surprised.

“Should I?”

“Did you even have a childhood?”

You just gave him an incredulous look.

“Ugh.” He pulled his hand back as you stood up to move to the recliner. Since it had wheels it was much easier to pull up to the bedside and comfortably sit next to him rather than pulling him towards the other end of the bed. “Pokémon?”

“Pokémon?” You repeated, he had to be joking.

“Yeah, fucking Pokémon, get over it.” He grumbled quietly.

“The kid’s show?”

“As I said, did you even have a childhood?”

You laughed, he seemed surprisingly embarrassed for having been the one to give you the nickname in the first place.

“I watched some SpongeBob.” You said intentionally, knowing it would irritate him. Whether it was true or not was another story. For you to know, not for him.

“Figures.” He gives you a sideways glance which you pointedly ignore. You hold out your hand, waiting for him to willingly give you his forearm, after a second’s hesitation he gives it to you. He feels warm, you’re almost concerned he has a fever, but from how lucid he is you doubt it. You brush your thumb lightly over his skin as your fingers grasp the underside of his forearm. You could swear you felt him jerk slightly. It was possible your hands were cold to him. If he felt this warm to you, they had to be.

“You good?” Rex hadn’t breathed in since you grabbed his arm. “I know it feels uncomfortable at first, but are you really not used to it yet?”

“Are you seriously asking me if I am used to feeling my skin stitch together on its own?” You nodded curtly. “Jesus Christ.” He sat back against his bed as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

You snickered before closing your eyes to concentrate.

--

“You’re back?” Bulletproof froze at the door of the training room just as he was about to enter.

You glanced back at him, internally sighing. “Yep. Surprise!”

He nodded before continuing into the room, taking residence at a machine next to you. “You enjoy your break?”

You tried and failed to hold back a scoff. “Break? What break?”

He lifted several plates onto the metal bar before settling his back against the bench. “About the best you’re going to get around here.”

“How was the whole mars thing?” Small talk didn’t bother you much, it was better than tense silence. And at least he was being amicable.

“Shitty. After all of that, I’m surprised Shapesmith is staying on the team, but I ain’t leading it so-”

The conversation lulled briefly. Shapesmith was not someone you harbored poor feelings for, but it would be a lie to say you weren’t at least mildly bitter that everything came so easy to the guy. Even worse, you didn’t think he even realized just how easy he was having it.

With everything that had been happening, and all of it happening so quickly you hadn’t sat and thought about how miserable you had been. Shit, it was hard to imagine that at one point you had been attending missions with the Guardians without resistance. You were been going on missions solo too, with zero failures so far. Well…one failure. They didn’t even know about that and still, you never felt welcome. Rae was lovely, Bulletproof was cordial. Shapesmith did whatever he does, and Amanda didn’t seem to mind you. But the people who disliked you made it known, more than the people who liked you or felt neutral did.

Immortal demanding your submission hadn’t only occurred the one time. Every mission you had with him felt like a humiliation ritual. He would pause briefings to call you out specifically, asking you to repeat what he had just said. Like a fucking schoolteacher. Kate would either glance at you out of the corner of her eye, or she’d snicker quietly. Rudy let you be, but even he would question you in briefings, asking you what exactly you were planning to do. It made sense at first, to them you were just a healer. They have no clue what else you were capable of. Even still, they knew you had enhanced strength and durability as much as the next person. The first few missions should have been proof enough.

You felt yourself starting to get worked up at the unpleasant memories. Black Sampson, although he never paid you much mind, had taken it upon himself to scold you after a stakeout. Cecil and Donald lied to you to your face. And Rex… God, Rex took up enough space in your subconscious to write a fucking book. And now he got to act a little nice and it was like it never even happened? You had played into it, been glad for the lack of hostility after so long with it. Now as you were letting it fully sink in though, you realized that you needed something. You need an apology. Even if you felt that you were responsible for what happened to him and Rae, it didn’t erase everything he had done.

Still stewing in your own corner of regrets and grudges a voice sounded off that drew you out of it. At least, for the time being.

“Well, I’m glad you’re back.”

You gave Bulletproof a genuine smile. “Me too.”

--

You had been avoiding his room all day. It was like there was a detector in your head that sent off sirens every time you neared it. You thought sleeping on it would make it easier to manage but you had simply just festered. Rex was getting better. Today they were removing the headgear after you had rendered it useless with one session. As much as you hate to admit it, your return to hospital work has had extreme benefits. All of the work you did on Rex hadn’t even left you with a residual twinge. In the moment it hurt a little, but the second you removed your hand, it was over.

‘You don’t deserve to be in the Guardians’ How many times had he used that stale line with you? You weren’t worth it.

When a break finally made its way into your schedule you decided to sit in Rae’s room. Picking at something you put together haphazardly at the cafeteria earlier. “He’s so annoying.” You continued a small rant you had started up; every added sentiment just fueled the fire. Rae was not conscious to hear any of your ramblings. However, once she finally woke up you were sure she would be happy for that.

You dropped your food back onto your tray. “Do I even have the right to still be mad?” You looked her over with a sigh, before pulling her blanket up a bit higher. She was no longer in the incubator. After a brief discussion with her doctor, he told you that she was healing at a quick rate, her body was just keeping her in a comma-like state until she was healed up better. For a moment, you considered it, it would be so easy to reach forward and press your fingertips to her arm, speed it up. Cecil had told you specifically not to accelerate her healing. He probably had his reasons, not that he ever told you them.

“I miss you.” You said it softly, a whisper. “I’m sorry I didn’t go with Rex. I don’t know if I could have stopped this, but I wish I had been able to try.” Her face showed no signs of change. The beeping on the monitor remains the same. What else had you expected?

“Sorry, I thought I heard your voice in here.” A nurse poked her head through the door, you had seen her a lot over the several days you’d been spending almost all your time at the hospital. Her name was…Stephanie? Or Stacy? Hannah?

“Yep, I’m here. Do you need me?”

“Oh, it’s no rush, Rex was just asking about you.”

“Oh, really?” You scoffed, looking back at Rae as if she could see the irony of the situation.

“…yep.” She thought you were quite odd.

“I’ll check on him in a bit, thank you.” You sighed the moment the nurse left, leaning further back into the recliner as if you could shrink out of existence. Eventually, you had to face him, you were just wasting time. “Don’t go anywhere, yeah?” Again, no response. “Tough crowd.” Hopefully, if she had been conscious, she would laugh at that rather than leave you in the awkward silence you had made for yourself.

The short walk to Rex’s room felt even shorter today, as you stood outside of it you wondered what you would say. Would you play nice? That is what you seemed to do best. You’d done it this far at least. Confrontation scared you. Eventually he would leave this room and the two of you would be on the same team again. Then again, the chance of things being awkward never had deterred him before. If it had, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Hello, Rex-” You started as you walked in, but you stopped as soon as you saw him. He was asleep. A hand still gripped around one of the pathetic magazines you had gotten for him. You had never seen him look so relaxed, almost peaceful.

God, you were becoming soft, you should wake him up and demand an apology, something. But you didn’t. You stepped past the curtain, took the magazine out of his hand, and placed it quietly on the pile. The hospital blankets always felt scratchy to you, maybe you should offer to bring his duvet from his room at the Headquarters. You straighten it out gently, your hand brushing over his in the gesture.

If the circumstances had been different, you wonder if the two of you could have ever been friends.

--

Groundhog Day. That’s a movie, right? The one where Bill Murray lives the same day over and over until he learns to fall in love or something like that. It’d been a while since you saw it, but it didn’t seem to matter. As far as you knew you were living it. Wake up, hospital, Guardians, hospital, Rae, apartment, sleep. Over and over. You had stopped by Rex’s room a few times since the last time, but it was oddly quiet, he would just read or asked you about your day. It wasn’t unpleasant, but you were positive he could sense your shift in demeanor. Maybe he was worried that if he talked too much you would remember that you were upset with him. Rae still wasn’t awake yet, but the doctor assured you it would be any day now.

“Check this shit out.” Rex flexed his left hand for you to admire.

“Oh, wow.” It was like a toddler showing you a bark chip at the park that was bigger than the rest.

“Oh, come on, you don’t think it’s at least a little cool?”

“It’s cool, Rex. But I can’t credit you for any of that, you literally had no hand in making it or installing it or-”

“Did you just make a pun?”

“Have you ever looked into getting diagnosed with ADHD or, I don’t know, literally anything that is wrong with you?”

He laughed, rubbing his new hand absentmindedly. “What’s got you so pissed off, hm?”

“Should I go grab a mirror?” You said it like it was a joke, but honestly, you weren’t sure why you were feeling so sour. You were suspicious it was probably because of the Groundhog Day thing though.

He’s quiet for a beat, looking down at his hand as if waiting for it to move on his own. “Fuck, I’m- well, you know.” He gestured at you helplessly.

“What?” You laugh, confusion clear in your inflection.

“You know.” He reiterates, his mouth opening and closing while he tries to formulate the words.

“I’m not good at riddles.” You raise an eyebrow at him, squinting slightly.

“Christ, well you know-”

“You already said that.”

“Hold on!” He would have been wringing his hands through his hair if it wasn’t about two centimeters long. “Well, I’m sorry.”

You sat for a second waiting for him to continue, but he didn’t. “Oh, that’s it? That’s all you were trying to say?”

“Baby steps, okay?” He puts his hands over his face like he’s being physically pained.

“…Okay?” Should you push him to see what exactly he was sorry for? Or just hope he meant for everything and let it go?

“I was an ass.”

“Was is a loose term-”

“Okay, first of all, can you let me get this out or are you just going to keep interjecting?”

You tilted your head to each side as if deciding, but you didn’t say anything else.

“I was an ass, and I still am.” He glanced over at you. “But I was really fucking shitty to you. And maybe it took a bullet to the head to fully see it, which is not amazing.”

You hummed in agreement, which earned you a scathing look.

“But either way, I regret it. You have always…carried your weight with the team. I just don’t like new things.” Once again you think he’s going to continue but he doesn’t.

“Oh, uh-” He’s almost wincing waiting for your response. “You don’t do this a lot do you?”

“Are you telling me I’m bad at apologizing?”

“I’d never dream of it.” You rolled your eyes, but you gave him a subtle smile. “I appreciate it.”

He nods at you, the edges of his mouth downturned trying to hide his own grin.

“Let me see.” You hold your hand out, gesturing for him to let you see his new hand.

“Hm?” He doesn’t move, holding his hand in the other direction further away from you.

“God, what do you think I’m going to do? Rip it off? Let me see. You were the one talking all high and mighty about it.”

“Be careful.” He apprehensively holds it out to you.

“Are you kidding me?” You blink a few times at him.

“I don’t know!” He says defensively. “It’s all new to me too.”

You shake your head at him, taking your nondominant hand and placing it under his wrist, then you use your dominant hand to trace lines over the faux skin. “It feels real, did they tell you what it’s made of?”

Rex didn’t respond with haste, his eyes focused on your hands. “Uh, I think they said something but I kind of wasn’t listening.”

“I don’t know what else I expected.” You sighed, placing your palm against his knuckles. You couldn’t feel…anything. Whatever this was there was no blood in it. It was entirely mechanical. “It feels so real.” You murmured softly, more to yourself than to Rex. “Lemme see the other one.” He held out his other hand without hesitation, flexing it slightly before you touched it. Now you had a hand on either of his. It was interesting, how much you could feel in his right versus his left. You were so focused on it that you got carried away for a moment, your fingers brushing lightly over his real hand.

“Does it feel the same?” Your voice came out in a hushed whisper, you were trailing your index fingers over the two separate hands. After a pause you looked up at Rex, who looked down at his hands as soon as you made eye contact.

“Uh…Yeah pretty- I’d say pretty similar.” He swallowed roughly.

You should let go, this was going on for longer than it should, you were going to make him uncomfortable. His hands were soft though, and when you brushed your touch over his knuckles on either hand, he flexed them, as if it was a reflex. It fascinated you. But it did something else too, it brought back that feeling. The one you’d been ignoring. You liked that the smallest touch caused his body to react in some way. In any way. You would have to put that away to think about later.

“Hello!” A chipper voice forced its way through your thoughts. Causing you to immediately draw back your hands from Rex. Shit, now it looked even worse because you had jumped so hard. The heat that was quickly manifesting on your face probably was also not doing you any extra favors.

“Hey, Eve.” Rex straightened up, clenching his fists against the hospital bed. “You bring any more magazines?”

“I don’t know how often you think that they release more of those, but it is not that often.” She sits down at the end of his bed, her gaze landing on you. “Hello again.”

“Hi.” You responded. You needed out. NOW.

“We didn’t get to properly meet, my name’s Eve, or, well it’s Samantha but everyone calls me Eve.”

You say your name in return, giving a mildly awkward nod of your head. God you were making it worse.

“I thought your name was Joy?” Eve gives Rex a quizzical look, and he doesn’t return it, suddenly very interested in the seam of his shirt.  

“So, how did you and Rex meet?” You really didn’t want to open that can of worms again.

“We were on the Teen Team together. That was a lifetime ago though.” She smiled at him.

Now, you had no reason to feel at all jealous. You didn’t even like Rex. Eve seemed really nice, and you were actually interested in learning more about her. But something about the way she sat down without hesitation, and the smiles she kept giving him were making you feel mildly queasy. You should really get more sleep. “The Teen Team?”

“You never heard of the Teen Team?” Rex spoke this time, surprise clear in his voice.

“I don’t really keep up with…well anything I guess.” You shrugged, you hadn’t really cared to keep posted until the Guardians were massacred.

“They were the best team ever!” Rex exclaimed loudly.

“No, they weren’t.” Eve rolled her eyes. “We weren’t even the number one teenager-centric team.”

“In my eyes we were.” He held his hands to his chest, fingers intertwined, as if reminiscing.

“Who else was on it?” You asked, gazing jumping between the two of them.

“It was me, Rex, Kate, and Robot.” Eve answered.

“Just the four of you?”

“Hey, that’s all we needed!”

You sat for a few more minutes listening to them reminisce. After one particular story about Rex staying at her house for a year straight you realized where you had recognized her. She had been in one of the pictures on his wall in his room. You weren’t sure exactly what their history was but, you were glad he was able to keep one friend off the team. It still made you feel oddly upset, but you were determined to be mature. There was genuinely no reason for you to feel like this anyway. It was stupid.

“Well, this has been lovely, truly, but I should really-”

“You should stay.” You glanced to the side to see Rex staring at you. His brow was creased slightly, his eyes slightly unsure. You wished he wouldn’t look at you like that.

“I’m sorry-” You were interrupted by a doctor peeking into the room.

“She’s awake.” Is all he said before passing on by.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. But it was so nice learning more about you, Eve.” You stood up.

“Likewise.” She smiled back.

You turned to Rex, who was still staring at you. As you made eye contact his jaw clenched. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here.”

--

You wanted to hug her, but you didn’t. Instead, you walked in and stood awkwardly by the curtain as a doctor and nurse duo filled her in on what had happened. She glanced over at you a few times, but in all mostly paid attention to the two who were talking. While you waited, your mind drifted back to Rex, replaying the feel of his hand against yours. Entirely normal and definitely not indicative of anything else.  

“We’ll be in first thing tomorrow morning to run some tests, m’kay?” The doctor said to Rae, which she nodded back politely to. “She’s been in here almost every day to share lunch with you. Hell of a friend.” The doctor pointed at you. You could curl up and die.

Rae’s attention focused on you as the two of them left. “Every day, huh?”

“I think they overdramatized it a day or two.” You gave her a smile.

“Did you at least save me some chips?”

“I tried, but you never seemed to want to take them from my hand.”

Rae gave a soft chuckle, wincing after the exertion.

“Can I help?” You plopped down in the recliner, wheeling it over to the bed.

Rae laughed again, holding her hands out to stop you as you eagerly moved forward. “Hold on, let me catch my breath.”

“Sorry.” You responded quickly.

“Don’t be.” She laid back, closing her eyes for a short period before opening them again. “I appreciate the offer, but I must decline.”

You open your mouth to argue. You wanted to help her, needed to.

“It has nothing to do with you.” She says before you can interject. “I don’t want to be healed yet.”

“What? Why?” You tried not to sound like you thought she was crazy.

“I need to remember this. Remember all I have had to go through as a hero, as a Guardian. Whatever.”

You nodded even though you didn’t really understand.

“It’s exhausting, isn’t it? You win one battle, but eventually, you will lose the next. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But it’ll happen. There’s no other way for this all to end.”

You blinked a few times. “It is exhausting. But doesn’t it help to know you’re making a difference?”

“What difference?” Rae’s voice still came out soft even though her words carried bite. “I have been in this business a long time and I don’t think I have ever seen it.”

“The Headquarters is too high up. Too far.” You start, leaning forward on your knees. “I have been in this hospital for months on and off, and more recently I have been here all day every day. I can see the difference in every single patient who tells me about how a superhero saved them. It can feel like every day is exactly the same, but to them-” You gesture to the rest of the hospital. “It means everything.”

Rae nods, but she still looks exhausted.

“You don’t have to continue, Rae. You can quit.”

“Like you did?” She gives you a cheeky grin, obviously having been waiting to say something to this point.

“Well…” You sucked on your teeth trying to bide your time. “Quit is such a strong word, isn’t it?”

“I knew it!” She said triumphantly. “I told Rex that you’d be back.”

“Ugh, I’m so glad you both were so worried.” You rubbed your face tiredly.

“I wasn’t worried, I knew you’d be back. You wouldn’t leave me.” Her eyes shined. “Misses-spends-every-lunch-in-my-room-while-I’m-in-a-comma.”

“Is that going to become a whole thing now?”

“Only until I forget.” She pokes you. “How is Rex doing by the way?”

“Rex?” You pretended to have to think about it. “Yeah, I think I heard he’s doing okay.”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“He’s good. I swear.” You laugh. “He seems to be trying to turn a new leaf.”

“Well, that’s good.” She smirked before opening her mouth, “Must have found someone worth being better for.”

“Oh my god, Rae are you still on about this?”

“He asked me for your number and address so he could apologize, there’s no way that means nothing!”

“It could mean nothing!” You respond with a layer of exasperation.

“Sure.” She lengthens the word as long as she can in a tease. You chuckle in response, covering your face with both hands.

“You could always stay with me you know.” You say it after she has gotten the teasing out of her system. “If you need a break from the Guardian’s. I have a spare room.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She reaches out, placing a hand on yours. “Thank you.”

--

You stood in a breakroom area at the hospital, taking a quick break between patients. A soft click told you that someone had entered the room with you. One glance back revealed that it was Rex, freshly healed up, flexing his new hand in front of his face. He looked good, healthy. He wasn’t wearing the hospital garbs anymore, they had been replaced by street clothes. You didn’t pay much attention to them though; your eyes were drawn immediately to Rex himself. He had his hair tied up again in the trademark look you had become accustomed to.

“Wow, you healed quickly.” You titled your head at him, hoping your voice reflected that you were happy for him, rather than sounding condescending.

“I told you, accelerated healing.” He rolled his shoulders, taking a few steps forward.

“Even still.” You closed the distance, looking him over. Accelerated healing sure, but accelerated hair growth? That really did shock you. “Well, you look good.” It slipped out, instantly making you press your eyes closed. Embarrassment hot against your face.

“Do I?” He cocked his head to the side with a smug smile.

“Don’t push it, hotshot.” Hotshot? God, when did you get so overconfident?

He stepped closer, you had to crane your neck slightly to continue looking at his face. He was standing awfully close, but you didn’t back away. Why did you never back away?

“Why do you keep visiting me? Hm?” His voice comes out in a hushed tone, ghosting over you.

“It’s good for comradery, in the team.” You stammer out, your eyes drifting down to his lips as he speaks.

“Bullshit. Maybe that first visit was just for that, but you kept coming back. You could have just come the once. But you didn’t.”

You swallowed dryly, he was leaning in slightly at this, his sage eyes searching over your face. “I needed to make sure I didn’t make a mistake. I- I mended your bullet wound.” You admitted it quietly as if you were scared for him to know. “I wanted to be sure I didn’t actually cause lasting damage.”

He sighed and stepped away from you, running a hand through his hair up to the elastic before dropping his hand to his side. “I wouldn’t have even been here if you had just come with me.”

Silence enveloped both of you. You knew that he was right, but you also hadn’t expected him to voice your exact thoughts after whatever was just happening. “I…I know.” You whispered.

“But you can make up for it, can’t you?” You looked up, feeling mildly confused, just in time to see him cross the distance he had walked away back to you. “Make it up to me.” In what felt like a millisecond his mouth was on yours. His hand travels up the back of your neck into your hair. He felt greedy, his hand closing tightly over as large of a cluster as he could grasp. He deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping over your lips to gain entry-

You snapped your eyes open, quickly adjusting to the dark. Soft rays from the streetlights far below sifted in over your curtains leaving a soft yellow glow on your ceiling. Your breath was coming out in swift heaves. It felt uncomfortably hot in your room, so you threw off your duvet, still panting in an attempt to regain your lost breath. You could still feel his hands in your hair.

Shit.

Author's Note: Guys be honest am I moving too fast? Like I know were almost at 70k words but it’s finally starting to be less one sided and I feel like I’m waterboarding you guys. Also hopefully you guys have seen or heard of groundhog day or I just mischaracterized you so bad 💔

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[vikuo-kuma]

“Who are You?”

—Teacher Assistant! Hero! Reader x Invincible (series)

Information: So like hear me out, what if Reader isn’t a hero that works with the GDA. They help out whenever hear the news from their associates(might create an oc for it.) AND they’re from Earth. Reader just so happens to be a teacher who tutors Oliver and somehow never bumped into Mark.

———————

Prologue

“There’s an alien attack going on at an elementary school near a local area of Chicago, we’ll be zooming in on one of our reporters”

“A local elementary school? That’s strange why would any alien attack a school of all choices”, Mark stared at the television in the living room, sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal.

“Mark, quit staring at the TV and get ready to head to school!”, Debbie shouted from the kitchen while she finishes up chores. “Yeah listen to what mom said!”, Oliver said as he walked into the living room where Mark was.

“An attack on an elementary school?”, Oliver looked confused as he stared at the TV screen to see what Mark was watching. Mark looked towards his watch like he was waiting for some queue to check out the place.

“Strange, Cecil would usually call by now..”, a feeling of confusion and concern washed over Mark as he stood up ready to change into Invincible.

Before he left the room he overheard something from the T.V. screen.

“There are currently— wait! No— there are no hostages held in the elementary school, there seem to be people running out of the school!”

“What?”, Mark went back to the couch and sat back down, suddenly interested in the news. Watching intensely, he saw a figure fly out of the school. It wasn’t just the alien, it was a person too.

“Who is that?!”, the news reporter shouted with a shocked expression on her face. The camera man zoomed in on the flying figure holding the alien. They looked almost feminine, a mask and visor covered up their face, with a suit that looked almost tech related.

Punching the alien, the person created a ripple in the air and the alien went flying violently back into space.

The figure landed in front of the school, which revealed another person who was holding on tightly towards the mysterious hero. “You should be safe now”, the voice of the hero sounded robotic, but their eyes were humane.

“Thank you.. uh?”, the woman wanted to know what the hero’s name was.

“Technos”

“Thank you Technos”, The woman seemed to blush shyly like a high school girl with a crush.

The mysterious hero grunted, flying off before the news reporter could attempt to interview them. The reporters tried to chase after them but failed because they couldn’t fly at all so they resorted to interviewing the people.

“They were so cool! I want them to sign me an autograph!”, a kid shouted, trying to copy some of the hero’s moves.

“They’re kind of… hot”, one of the staff members spoke out, embarrassed to even look at the camera.

“That’s all folks, a new superhero has come out of hiding! It’s kind of strange how none of the Guardians of the Globe had come to save the day, don’t you think?”, the speaker chuckled almost awkwardly.

“Wait isn’t that where my tutor works at?”, Oliver finally spoke up, interrupting Mark’s thoughts.

“I think I gotta check up with Cecil..”, Mark muttered, walking out of the room and quickly changing into his hero costume.

—————

“The servers are finally back on, sir”, Donald reported, standing beside Cecil.

“… Damn it, but apparently the alien attack was resolved by someone”, Cecil pinched his the bridge of his nose before looking at the report for the alien attack. His eyes suddenly sharpened at a specific detail.

“What is it sir?”, Donald looked at Cecil’s face with confusion. “It’s nobody from the GDA..”, Cecil replied, gripping the paper with the strength he has. “Nobody we know of”, he added with a look of uncertainty.

“Donald, set up a meeting with the Guardian’s of the Globe and be sure to include Invincible as well”, Cecil quickly ordered, “I’m going to get to the bottom of this”.

———————

A/N: Guys did I cook, or am I cooked?

[sludgewolf]

Rex Splode x Reader - Realization

AN: this was written for season 2 Rex, it'll be a multichapter slowburn running parallel to what's happening in the story. It got way darker than I expected so check the warnings before reading it WARNINGS: grafic descriptions of gore, near death experience, survivors guilt, fantasy medical treatment, canon expected violence Genre: angst, slow slow-burn, realization of feelings Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post Masterlist Invincible Masterlist

the lizard league are B tier villains, barely worth your time, that's what the team always said when they started to act up again

nothing but childplay, practice villains even

so, why is it that against such enemies you find yourself laying in a puddle of your own blood, the oh so familiar warmth of it abandoning you in favor of the cold hard floor, life flashing before your eyes as you hear the screams of your friends around you and yet you find yourself unable to do anything about it.

You still remember when you first became one of the Guardians of the Globe

when you got notified that they were looking for new members, you didn't quite know what to feel

jittery about meeting so many other heroes? nervous about whichever tests they'll put you through? excited to be able to upgrade from back alley thugs?

maybe all at the same time

no matter how nervous you were up until that morning, it was nothing compared to the way you couldn't will yourself to stay still in midst of all the others, your fingers felt electrified, the arrowheads in your suit vibrating with your nerves and your blood rushing in your ears, muffling Robot's words as he called out the few who made it into the team

Robots voice is just as slow and monotonous as it always seemed to be, "-ing-rae, Dupl-... Trigger"

you almost miss him calling out for your name, you look around still in some kind of daze as all that were accepted cheered

the first person to approach you was Rae, you can't quite explain it, you just kinda clicked from there

you spent most of your free time together, you'd push her to explore every nook and cranny of your new base, even using your powers to make it interesting and she'd drag you to hang out with the other guardians

most of them were really fun, if not a bit too eccentric to your taste

but meeting Rex though, it was.... something

To put it simply he's an ass, always trying to be funny and a smart-ass even in the worst of times

and his ego, don't even get you started on the ego of that guy

to say that your first impression of him was the worst one could get was an understatement. After that you made an effort to interact with him the least you possibly could for the sake of the team and your own

at least, that was your plan until Robot decided to put you two together in all training exercises, having determined that your powers would work the best together

and you do hate to admit but you did combo rly well together, your projectile manipulation and his explosive coins really were a force to be reckoned with

resigned you accepted your fate and treated him as just that annoying classmate in the group project

but once you got over the first hurdle in your partnership you started to get along better than before, Rex learned you wouldn't tolerate most of his bullshit and you learned he more often than not spoke before thinking

it didn't take long before you started, not quite getting along but tolerating each other better, creating dumb combos that were more fun to put in motion than being useful during battle and even developing some banter between you two that from an outsider's point of view could be considered fighting

but that was comfortable for you, never friends but more like combo buddies

So you can't help but wonder if it was because you didn't take your training as seriously as you should that now you found yourself in such position

your breath growing weaker, you can no longer feel the heat of the crimson puddle you lay on

the pressure on your chest disappears as Komodo lifts his foot off of your rib cage before slamming back down mercilessly

you choke unable to pull the air back in your crushed lungs, you look back at the villain who just killed your best friend and know he's already done with you, you're left to this slow and agonizing death, slow enough for you to think of everything you could've done differently

things you could've done to save your friends, things you should've done to stop them

and now you're left here, unable to do any of them

you failed Rae and you failed the world

with those haunting thoughts you feel your body grow heavy, black spots cover your vision until they're all you can see, all you can feel

Not even the doctors are sure on how you survived your injuries, your ribs and lungs were smashed into nothing by Komodo, not to mention the various lasserations covering your body and the nasty concussion you suffered during the fight

some said you were lucky, others that you were a fighter through and through

you on the other hand couldn't even think of your own condition, Rae had just about every bone in her body crushed, Rex got shot straight through the head and Kate fucking died

you really were lucky, dumb stupid luck

The doctors stitching you back together, rebuilding your ribcage from goop was excruciatingly painfull, having most of your ribs replaced by metal substitutes was horrible, you felt like you were already rusting from the inside out

but you were also the first in your team to get back to your feet, the first to start physical therapy and the first to be allowed to visit the others

After much persistence you were allowed to go see Rae, she was...

she was in worst shape than you imagined, inside some kind of aquarium that worked as her all encompassing life support, from looks alone she seemed like she was hanging by a thread even here

even with the best doctors it felt like death itself loomed over Rae

The nurse accompaning you tries to take you back to your room, pleading for you to not strain your new lungs,

you force yourself to calm your breathing, not wanting to go back to the antiseptic box they've been keeping you for forever

pulling your IV pole you will yourself away from Rae's window, you wander though the hallways for a bit the nurse trying to keep your mind away from Rae

As you turn on yet another hallway in this maze of a hospital you come upon Rex's room just as his doctor is leaving

it doesn't take much convincing for both medics to let you come in to see him

you blame it on boredom but really it is that you're just that desperate for some familiar face, to see someone from the team recovering

"hey" you call out, your voice still raw from all the surgeries Rex turns to look at you, the helmet keeping his brains in tonking against the bed frame " what's with the back brace grandma?" he smiles at you you chuckle " as if you're much better than me Ms Artritis" "Ei, not fair! You're the only one here with two fingers to point" he laughs at your antics, scooting to the side to give you a place to sit on his bed

your visits become more frequent, frequent enough that he waits for you every evening

when the doctors deem that he recovered enough for walking they start scheduling your physical therapy sections together

your recoveries start to improve quickly after that, it's not long until you're discharged with a grocery list of medications and your check-up scheduled to the end of the month

But you can't keep yourself away, Rae still worries you and Rex would start talking to the walls without you here

Eve is the first to notice it, during their talks intead of gushing over the beautifull mahogani tables of a suburban mom's house Rex can't stop talking about you

she chuckles at it but prefers to let things run it's course, this Rex is much different from the one she dated, things might turn out fine

Another month passes untill Rex is finally discharged too, he wants to immediately go back to work, he has a new hand and he feels restless

which is why he jumps headfirst into the first mission Cecil offers him and get's banged up

it wasn't horrible but this is not the big come back he tought of for himself

he's so lost in thought that he's caught off guard when a voice calls him when he gets back to the base

"Already trying to dent the metal plate they put on your head grandma?"

he turns and sees you, on a tanktop that shows off the scars over your collarbones, your hair falling over your eyes but you look much healthier than the last time he saw you

you smile at him as you walk pass his figure, making your way to your room

his face grows warm, Rex open and closes his mouth unsure of what to say as he blushes

If you liked this pls reblog and comment so I know to write more like it reblogs >>> likes

[cheesepeese1017]

found this derth of incinvible stuff for pretty much every character under the sun

Masterlist!

wow uh oh my god this took all day, this will be updated.... maybe? anyways k thanks baiiiii

Allen

Allen X Reader NSFW Hcs

Allen NSFW Alphabet

Allen x Human!Reader 

Allen X Girly!fem!reader

Atom Eve

Mark & Eve X Reader: Learning French

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

Bulletproof

Rex Splode X Bulletproof hcs 

Cecil Stedman

Cecil X Retired Superhero! Reader

SFW and NSFW Cecil X fem!Reader HCs 

superhero!Cecil hcs!

Annoyed!Cecil x Annoying!Reader (enemies to lovers adj)

Cecil & Prodigy!Child!Reader

Mark & Cecil's Child!Reader Angst

Donald and Cecil x SingleMom!Reader

NSFW ALPHABET Cecil Stedman 

Cecil X reader from another dimension

Cecil & Villain!Child!Reader

Cecil x Housewife!Reader

Young!Cecil x Reader

Worried!Cecil X Reckless!Reader

Cecil & Delinquent!Child!Reader

Cecil X Wife!Reader: Showering Together

Cecil x Male!Reader

Cecil x Superhero!F!Reader

Cecil x Assistant!Reader

Cecil x OgGotG!Reader

Cecil & family!Reader hcs

Cecil and Rex (seperately) X Viltrumite!Reader

Cecil, Donald, Rex and Mark Proposal hcs!!

Cecil X FTM!Reader

Reckless!Cecil X Reader

Cecil X Angel!Reader

Donald being a wingman for Cecil x reader

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

Valentines Hcs!!

Conquest

Conquest NSFW Alphabet

Debbie

Debbie x Fem!Reader

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

Donald

Donald NSFW Alphabet

Donald X Reader hcs (sfw and nsfw)

Donald and Cecil x SingleMom!Reader

Cecil, Donald, Rex and Mark Proposal hcs!!

Dupli-Kate

The Immortal X Kate NSFW drabble

King Lizard

King Lizard X Reader

King Lizard X Queen Lizard!Reader

Valentines Hcs!!

Mark Grayson

Mark & Cecil's Child!Reader Angst

Mark & Eve X Reader: Learning French

Mark & Bestie!Reader

Cecil, Donald, Rex and Mark Proposal hcs!!

Mark Grayson X Cosplayer!Reader

Mark x Coquette!Reader

Mark & Sibling!Reader

Mark x Reader who got blood drawn

Mark x Reader: Failing a test

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

Mauler Twins

Mauler Twins x Silly!Reader (sfw and nsfw hcs)

Monster Girl

Monster Girl, Robot & Child!Superhero!Reader!! (platonic)

Multi-Paul

MultiPaul x Reader

Multi Paul x Reader!

Multi-Paul x Fem!Reader who can copy powers

Oliver Grayson

Oliver & Viltrumite!Reader

Omni Man

Nolan & Magical Girl! Reader

Rex Splode

ex!Rex X M!Reader

Rex x Transmasc!Reader

Rex X Cecil’s Daughter!Reader

Rex Splode x Poison Ivy! Reader

Rex Splode X Gn! Reader: Moving in together

Rex Splode X Gn!Reader

Rex X FTM!reader: Pegging

Rex x Gn!Reader: Karaoke

Rex X Reader (who is besties w/ Mark)

Rex Splode NSFW Alphabet

Cecil and Rex (seperately) X Viltrumite!Reader

Cecil, Donald, Rex and Mark Proposal hcs!!

Rex Splode x Reader: First Kiss

Rex x Reader: Meeting the Parents

Rex Splode X Bulletproof hcs 

Rex x Reader Hospital Smut

Rex x Reader: meeting the siblings

Rex X Oblivious!Reader

Rex Splode X F!Reader "You're losing blood" "Nuh uh"

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

Valentines Hcs!!

Robot/Rudy

Monster Girl, Robot & Child!Superhero!Reader!! (platonic)

Shapesmith

Shapesmith NSFW alphabet 

Shapesmith X Reader (feat: Wingman Rex)

Shapesmith X GotG!Gn!Reader

Shrinking Rae

Shrinking Rae X Reader

The Immortal

Immortal x Viltrumite!Reader

The Immortal x F!Reader hcs

The Immortal X Kate NSFW drabble

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

William Clockwell

William Clockwell x M!Reader hcs

[gatorbites-imagines]

Do you think you could write something for Rudy Conners (Robot) ? He's literally my favorite of all Invincible 😭

Rudolph “Rudy” Conners relationship headcanons 

I've watched the new episode of rick and morty like,,, four times already. My attraction to rick sanchez is still alive and present, its just been dormant for a while.  

Anyways, Rudy. Heres just a handful of headcanons. 

Rudy has always come across as a bit (much) of a creep, if you guys know what I mean? 

Like, yes, he would stalk everything you do, where you go, who you talk too, so on and so forth. Of course, he's keeping track of everything, and making sure everyone you interact with are good people, worthy of being around you. 

Well, maybe not to this extreme degree, at least until later on when he starts getting some screws loose, more than he already has anyways. But he does get kinda,,, much sometimes. I could see his relationships falling apart because he gets too controlling or overbearing. 

So, fucking, touch starved. When he grows his new body, Rudy has no idea what to really do with it. Hes so touch starved it downright hurts, and makes him almost sick to be held and kissed. We have no idea how long his original body has been in that tube, and I can't imagine he got much contact before that either. 

He would also grow his new body depending on like, what you like, same as he grows his new body the same age as Amanda in the show cuz he likes her. Then, whatever body he grows in this verse, would be based on the reader and what he likes. This might even mean his body isn't based on Rex either, if let's say, you really really liked blondes, or smth. 

But, lets say he did base his body off of Rex and his DNA, because you find Rex attractive. Then Rudy does feel like the type to get jealous, in his own way. Wouldn't let it get in the way of business, but you do catch him narrowing his eyes or clenching his jaw when Rex play flirts with you. 

The kinda guy to watch you sleep. Like, way too much. Forgets his new body is tired, needs to eat, all the good stuff. He would much rather stay awake and watch you breathe, or lay with his head on your chest so he can listen to your heart. 

Craves validation much more than people assume. Like, hes gone so long without anyone seeing him, instead just seeing Robot, it would make sense that hes insecure. That he needs you to confirm that yes you love him, yes you want to be around him and spend time with him. 

Like mentioned before, Rudy feels like the type to stomp boundaries if he thinks its for the betterment of the relationship, so you have to be really patient sometimes, because by God can he be frustrating. In the end you can talk him into respecting it, and he will, 90% of the time. He tries, mainly because it makes you happy. 

He also seems the type to wear the Robot armor as like, some kinda defense when he's feeling vulnerable. Imagine he comes back from a bad patrol, and you just want to talk, but he won't step out of the armor because being vulnerable makes him queasy. 

With the plans Rudy has for the world, you will have to be alright with some things, unless you guys are gonna break up at some point. If you do, then Rudy just loses even more screws I feel. Or maybe you can reel him in, who knows. 

[bunji-enthusiast]

𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬!

Summary || he’s not sure how he let himself fall for you so easily.

W/C: 2.2k

A/N: the worms got to me. Need to write more of him. He's not calm when it comes to you.

Subtlety was a routine, a style, [perhaps, not entirely] it was something he grew accustomed to. Maybe, that was why he had grown so used to this habitual intimate song and dance, where nothing quite went past what had been said and done, but it continued anyway. Rudy swears his breath stops, an interval in time where you make him feel like he was new to the world, like he was an adventurer. The one with the penchant for exploration, the one who always seemed to find something new that was previously unknown. He hadn’t quite felt that young in some time—for all his years that felt so long and extraneous, your presence seems to ease the tension in his bones. That somehow simultaneously makes him anxious and relaxed. Rudy wasn’t going to find out why, with this feeling he bears so heavy in his chest, he learns to shuffle it away — just like all his other weights. A weight of feelings, all just to focus on what he can and needs to do. 

Tragic, he assumes. But he was not going to distract himself with something as such. Rudy learns to reel his curious habits in, especially in the face of the bitter stares that could freeze hell over themselves. His feelings are self-effacing matters, so he does not draw attention. Yet, it was as if the retention grows weightless in the face of your presence, an unassuming energy that does not realize what they are so capable of. Once again, he labels that fact a tragedy. Rudy’s brows always furrowed whenever he falls into this contemplation, easily laid in thorn when he steps into something completely different, a sort of softness that trapezes the cold metal of a society he long has come to know as an aching soreness in his body. As if it were that singular log cabin that emits warmth, a sudden salvation in the harsh snowstorm one has traversed for hours on end. 

Rudy despises it really, if his body could transmit a color of the palette. It was always going to be something muddy, moderate between red and yellow. Converging into orange, and right there at the top is where you would be impossibly standing. The man was always torn between learning why this is, or just simply standing there right where the safest of boundaries had allowed him to step. 

He knew he was no stranger to the experiences one learns in the most dangerous of circumstances, even in the domestication of day to life. It was strangely intuitive the way something from a life that he thought he’d never belong to, would call out to him in insignificant details, rattling as they can be: Which is what had made them so significant to him. Details previously glossed over, now he gazes upon with—garnering an ounce of hope for what may be there. That large step would only need to take the step further. 

Rudy had before retraced his steps in all his interactions with you, trying to surmise for the most possible amount of negative connotations. But there was none at all, it was just a normal interaction here and there, additionally with positive notes of hope. That was something that had allowed him to continue looking forward to all his interactions with you—despite his harbored doubts—whether big or small, he was always so careful with you. 

Given the first few times he’s interacted with you, knowing so little about you, Rudy thought this was simply going to be another person to work alongside; so long as his abilities to fulfill his goals weren’t interrupted. He certainly was proven wrong, with time, he had learned so many things about you at your own leisure. His view of you was formed, it was skewed, and it was always changed. Though it was never in a terrible light that he had initially categorized you as, being able to know you as a person was always the most interesting experience. Despite his high intelligence, he grew even better with your influence, even if he had so reluctantly refuted this matter of fact. He’s learned things about you, and you in extension, learned things about him. 

Rudy knows about; your favorite places for drinks, your favorite movie, book series, and even your terrible experiences with past loves. Admittedly, Rudy has groaned inwardly toward himself whenever you had recounted tales with a terrible former love, his chest always tightens just at the thought of knowing something like that had happened to you [Why was he letting himself feel this way for you so easily?].

Currently he had been briefing a small team of heroes he had gotten acquainted with awhile ago when you had come in, sweat dripping down the curves of your appearance. You had been training, he assumes. 

“Hey Rudy!” You greet, and he briefly acknowledges your greeting with a nod. Rudy finishes his discussion through the intercom, sending them off with a good luck. He returns his attention to your form, watching the way you had walked. It was as if your infectious energy radiated from you in deep waves. 

He tilts his head, a small taper of curiosity thrumming in his veins. “How are you?” The amusement was brief in his tone, but asking about your time seemed to be a good way to carry the conversation. You took a moment to sigh, stretching out your arms as you groaned. The exhaustion is clearly evident in your face. 

“Could be better, but I think I'm improving.” You grinned, lifting your arm and patting your bicep. “I won for once today.” You smiled softly, and he returned the sentiment with a small one of his own. Once again, there was no negative temper, no wrong misstep. Sincerely, he knew better than having to overthink every little thing. But that’s what had equated to his well-thinking, being able to think up things immediately and react accordingly. Atleast, without the slightest doubt that something may go wrong—Rudy probably over-thought his reasoning behind it too. 

He comes to a stand, resting his hand against the console. “Winning, or a draw?” Rudy questions, and you shoot him a pointed glare, though it doesn’t last long. Only melting into an eye-roll at him knowingly, you lean against a pillar, crossing your arms as you think about your answer. 

“More like my sparring partner conceded I supposed, had 'em in a headlock.” You snort, shrugging your shoulders. Rudy’s brows lift, his eyes carrying a temper of quiet awe. 

Rudy rests his hands comfortably in the pockets of his pants, “Headlocks can make the opposing player panic you know.” You nod at the confirmation, uncrossing your arms as you inhaled largely, then exhaled at the relief eased in your back. 

“Still gonna take it as a win.” You said, crossing the room in a few paces. Rudy almost stiffens at the sudden lack of distance [he recollects himself mentally]. 

His gait laxities, leaving his shoulders to deflate as he offers you a small meaningful smile. Rudy had already juxtaposed a response, but instead, he offers; “I suppose even in our grim situations, wins are needed.” And the man certainly doesn’t miss the way the light returns to your eyes. He inwardly curses himself at the sensation of his heart racing, it was a complication he didn’t need. But the joyful atmosphere you brought down to what would be surely uninviting tales of circumstances, made him feel more at peace. 

“Exactly, trying to not be so damn depressed every so often. Is. a. Struggle.” You enunciate, gesturing within each space. You whine as you pat down your head of hair, suddenly thrown off by the hair strands invading your peripheral. 

Rudy shrugs, a knowing nod, “Struggles shape our experiences,” He pauses with a hum, “It isn’t too terrible.” Rudy extends his hand toward your head, posturing for a moment — his split difference of behavior was noticeable. But he resumes anyway, furling his knuckle and brushing the individual strands out of your face. The tension was palpable enough, but he continued speaking despite it

“Too terrible being?” You interject, arching a brow at where the man was going with his words. The way he spoke, it was as if it was carrying [loving, yet tired] warmth — it pitted a fire even in you. Presenting itself in the form of courage to protect such an alien thing. Rudy’s inhumanity and humanity was a rare subject, whether through action or verbal discussion. He had seldom let the focus fall on him, and often shifted it. 

“Being.” He postulates, tilting his head as he searches mentally for an example. “Your penchant for humour seems to dictate the mood of our teammates.” He denotes with sigh, almost envious, yet reminiscent of something else you couldn’t quite name. Rudy wasn’t sure if he could open a wall like this so easily, but the way you carried yourself with such ease made it amicable. He takes his hand back, almost forgetting how long he had let it hang there then he had initially allowed it. Rudy hasn’t forgotten how much you influence those around you though; the way your kindness had affected the way they did things, or how they would defend those dear to them very verbally. Your ability to spew insults and construct carefully thought out sentences was unmistakable when you were riled up, it amused Rudy quite a lot. It was also rather entertaining when you behaved this way in large crowds of enemies or people in general, he didn’t even need to locate you on his own, your tempered mood was easy to hear.

“Really?” You sounded genuinely surprised, Rudy only nodded with a hum. Watching you as you re-tied your hair, “I hadn’t really noticed, whoops.” You grin, feigning a terrible expression as if you were a kid that tore open the Christmas presents too early. 

“Anyway…”

“Hmm?” He blinks for a moment, a movement of ease that turns away the tiredness that settled behind his peripheral vision. 

A comfortable silence settles over the room, and you limp on your feet as you swaggered over to a chair. You sat down, pulling down the fabric of your pants. “How about you take a break? Doesn’t have to be long.” You grin, crossing your arms. Yet the way your brows were pinched, the crinkles beneath your eyes were not of contentedness or joy. Your gait was closed off—

Something was amiss. 

Rudy did not like it. 

He calls out your name, and your eyes flit back to his. There was something in the air, easy enough to create a barrier without an ounce of effort from either user, you almost flinched. You didn’t mean to, but it was a genuine surprise. Despite his usual aloofness and calculated, methodical movements, he appeared to be concerned, just in the way he said your name. Your heart skipped a beat; nearly. You didn’t want a word of it, but it seemed he already jumped to that for you.  “Are you alright?” He asks, his tone almost leaving no room to argue. Rudy was always straightforward, to the point. He hated beating around the bush in particular circumstances. 

You tilt your head, eyes briefly closing for a moment. For a moment you considered conceding, but you weren’t exactly sure if what Rudy could do would help. You instead go for an innocent posture, “I am—”

“[Name].” he interjects, brow furrowed. 

You tried to wave him off, offering a half-hearted smile. “I’m fine, Rudy. Really, I just—” You hesitated, realizing the lie was already hanging awkwardly in the air. You winced again, your side throbbing.

But Rudy wasn’t buying it. His eyes were intense, scanning you like he knew something was wrong. “No, you’re not. Something’s off.”

Reluctantly, you pulled your sleeve back to reveal the deep scrape along your forearm, red and raw. Rudy’s face tightened with concern, his lips pressing into a firm line. Without saying a word, he guided you to sit down, his tone now serious.

“Don’t move,” he murmured, rushing off to grab a first-aid kit. When he returned, he knelt beside you, his eyes soft but focused on tending to your injury. There was a tenderness in his touch that made your heartbeat a little faster than usual, but you didn’t say anything.

Rudy didn’t seem to notice, absorbed in the care he was giving you. As he cleaned the wound, his brow furrowed in concentration. “You should’ve told me sooner.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you whispered, shifting a little under his gaze. “It’s not a big deal.”

His eyes met yours, and there was a flicker of something—frustration? Relief? You couldn’t quite tell. But then, he shook his head, and his voice softened. “You are…” 

Rudy doesn’t finish the sentence, but you had the feeling of what he meant. You didn’t urge him to finish it like you usually would. 

The subtlety Rudy always seemed to wear as a badge seemed to have fallen off, and you hadn’t dared to make the wrong step. You were almost afraid. 

Afraid that he’d pick the badge back up, neither of you seemed to point that out. Subtlety was a dance, and you two seemed to be failing at that. 

Well, not that you minded.