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18 invincible help!!! there's a villain under the sheets!!!

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For the new updates and revamp!You're Dead Everywhere But Here, can you add a note to the first chapter for new readers a warning with potential spoilers in the comments? Just looking out for new readers! It might be confusing! 💖💖

Oh my God, you're so RIGHT! I didn't even think about that! I feel like a brainless monkey... Thanks for looking out for the new readers, running to fix this oversight right now!!

Thank you!!!

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I love Clark Kent because realistically both a nice 6'5 superhero with godlike powers AND a friendly 6'5 country boy reporter would be rolling in bitches, but Clark suffers from terminal Sweetiepie Syndrome and has zero game as a result

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Fighting for his LIFE on the phone with a cute girl. He's so real for this.

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I'm happy to see that the notes are still divided into people who are roasting him for the use of "hey-o" and people who are being very open about their carnal desire for this man.

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How I feel after rewriting my whole fanfic to be longer (20k to 30k), edited the whole thing, updating it on both platforms, posting a new chapter, and a new one in the making:

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You're Dead Everywhere But Here │Invincible Variants x Reader x Mainstream Invincible │#5

An Invincible that was friends with you in his dimension has something up his sleeve...

MARK bring me a beer and bend over I'm back

also I've rewritten and edited the chapters but there's no actual plot change so you can just read this with no worries. I've updated it on here and ao3, but if you want to reread cause of the "new" content and to refresh since its been two months LOL I suggest going on ao3 for easier digestion. not required though!

#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #?

CW: swearing

WC: 4.6k

Jesus fucking Christ, what was wrong with you?

You tried not to grumble under your breath, and with how much you were huffing and puffing you resembled that of the big bag wolf in that three little pigs fairytale.

You sat on an old mattress, your back against the wall as you stuck a spoon inside a can of pineapple that you had stashed away inside of your hideout. It was still miraculously good for consumption—at least, gauging from how it tasted.

The expiration date was scratched off so you couldn’t exactly tell whether or not if it was well past the suggestion for consumption. You chewed on the pineapple chunks that were coated heavily with sugar, forcing yourself to swallow the processed fruit that held a sicky and strong sweet taste.

It wasn’t great but it filled your stomach from hungering pains, so it was whatever.

You actually sort of missed the G.D.A dungeon, they served good food from time to time. Especially on Thursdays. The chicken pot pie was divine, whoever cooked that shit really deserved a raise.

You didn’t know chicken pot pies can taste that good before your capture—but then again you never really tasted a real one. The closest you got before was one time when you stole a box of half frozen pot pies.

You had changed out of your blood-stained ripped prison unison, finding a pair of pants and black top that were a size too big for you. They were dusty and had a couple of holes, but you didn’t care. You were just grateful that there was something to change into with how this hideout was hoarded with miscellaneous items.

You would just throw random shit that caught your attention into your hideouts—which was usually junk.

You reached to scratch your skin, feeling the dried patches of blood on your skin that clung like stubborn Velcro. Some of it was smudged with how you messily tried to wipe off the excess.

Suddenly, a plastic cup filled with broken pencils, dried pens, and used erasers fell on the floor. The insides of the cup were scattered on the floor, rolling away on the concrete flooring.

Your eyes flickered away from what you were looking at that was currently upsetting you, focusing on the Invincible variant who was responsible for knocking off the cup.

He muttered a quick apology, hastily picking up the fallen contents and putting them back where they originally belonged before going back to what he was doing.

Mask was exploring the dusty shelf that was filled with random objects and items you had thrown together in the past in an attempt to clean up. Half-burnt books, old DVDs, mini figurines from kid meals from various fast-food joints, and more useless trash that people had thrown away.

The masked Invincible had made it his personal mission to find you something better to ear, clinging on to the mention of you keeping various amounts of nonperishable foods in all of your hideouts to fill your stomach when resting.

You were completely fine with just the canned fruit, annoyingly telling him that so he could stop with the noise, but he had brushed you off. Saying that you deserved to eat something “better.”

What is he, mother hen?

You snorted quietly to yourself at the thought, shaking your head. It was better than him trying to make conversation down here at the secret bunker, thankful for the silence. He had surprisingly kept his promise to shut the fuck up when you let him follow you, and you weren’t in a rush to get his grating voice back to buzzing in your ear.

You were thankful, sure, but that didn’t make you any less uncomfortable.

Having one Invincible variant in your vicinity was dangerous, and your mind was on high alert, at least on high alert as it could be with how tired you were—on whatever he could potentially do.

Your gaze shifted back to what you were staring at earlier, resuming cursing at yourself and having a mental crisis as your eyes narrowed.

Your mind was even more on high alert because it wasn’t just one variant you had down here—it was motherfucking two.

Yeah, I did go crazy. You thought as your glare didn’t waver. Whatever disease those freaks had rubbed off of me. Only explanation on why I let another one down here...

The silent Invincible wore a close carbon copy to your world’s Invincible. The only difference was the mask he always wore was absent, his sharp but exhausted features on full display for you to observe.

Unlike Mohawk, who had a noticeable line crease with how much he smiled, this one had no wrinkles at all. You would say it was similar to the white one, but it wasn’t. There were no smile wrinkles, but there were wrinkles on his forehead like he had a permanent deep-in-thought look.

He also had a permanent line on his lips with a downcast gaze like he had been given the most devastating news.

You internally sighed, bringing another spoonful of processed fruit to your mouth as your mind wandered off.

You didn’t fully understand why you had allowed him to accompany you, nonetheless, let him inside the bunker with you and Mask. It was basically signing your death warrant to let two superhuman (were they even human?) beings inside close quarters with you.

Yet, against your better judgement, you did anyway.

You blamed it on how utterly tired you were. But it was an immature excuse, of course. You could’ve told him to bug off, but you didn’t and you hoped your impulsive decision wasn’t going to bite you in the ass anytime soon.

The no masked variant had made his presence known when you and Mask were about to enter inside the secret entrance that was propped behind a big smelling dumpster. It caught the two of you off guard, unaware someone was stalking the two of you. How long was this one following them? Did anyone follow him?

Mask was ready to drive him away, and you were all for it until you caught a glimpse of this Invincible’s eyes.

It sounded—still sounds stupid, but something about this one seemed... different.

He held that familiar look towards you that made it apparent that he knew you, holding some sort of relationship with you. His body leaned closer to you as he held a puffy, teary gaze in your direction. That look wasn’t that of attraction, obsession, or possessiveness like the others. It held something else—something nicer.

Mask was telling him to go somewhere else and leave you alone, but it was like the variant didn’t hear anything that he said. His eyes were on you, half focused and unfocused with how badly he was dissociating.

He was touch and go, and you wondered faintly if he was even aware of what was happening with how out of it he seemed.

He suddenly spoke, whispering your name. His lips barely parted. He hesitated before saying your name, trying to remember how to pronounce it with how long it had been since he said it out loud.

His voice was croaked and scratchy, like it hadn’t been used in such a long time.

“... I’m so lonely.” He confessed, his eyes flickering to the empty spot next to you like he was expecting someone else that should be there. A pitiful glimmer of hope flashed his empty brown eyes, lighting them up just for a millisecond before it was taken away as fast as they appeared when he realized the person wasn’t there.

You watched his shoulders sag, and his eyebags intensify. His gaze snapped to the entrance that you and Mask were going to enter. “... Can I come?” He asked, barely above a whisper as he looked like an abandoned puppy that had lost their will to live so long ago.

“You have to go somewhere else, man.” Mask interrupted, stepping in front of you to block his line of sight. The no mask simply paused, becoming silent. Deep in thought.

He stood there, back straight as he hovered inches above the ground. His eyes trickled down to stare at the ground, not making an effort to go away or move any closer. He chose to just... stand there, waiting for the two of you to crawl inside the entrance and leave him behind.

You poked your head out to catch a glimpse of his sorrowful face, the blood splatter on his face and chest doing nothing to deter you from seeing the sad man underneath the carnage.

“What do you want?” You asked, and Mask looked over his shoulder—surprised that you weren’t just going to tell him to get moving.

No-Mask paused, blinking slowly. He himself wasn’t even sure what he really wanted, his attention getting snapped back to reality. “Help you, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Protect you, but...” He clarified, trailing off, thinking back to William. He wanted to protect you; you were his friend and William’s friend—but he didn’t want to force it. His boyfriend always gave him a choice, even if option a was clearly better than option b. William always gave him a choice.

He wanted to give you that too. Did he want to leave you with this masked version of himself? No, but he wanted you to choose, not him. That’s what William would’ve wanted to—he can practically imagine his deceased boyfriend scolding him if he didn’t. “... If you want me to leave, I’ll leave.”

You stared at him with pity. Whoever he was feeling so heartbroken for wasn’t directed towards you, but someone else that was out of his reach. It was such a different sight than you were used to. New and fresh.

You still didn’t like it—like him, but the pity forming in your chest was weakening your resolve. You shouldn’t ask this but...

“Who am I to you?”

His brown eyes lifted from staring at the ground, unblinking as he spoke softly. The Invincible spoke it without skipping a beat. “... A friend.” His voice was so small, if a wind were to stroll by you were sure it’d take it and him away.

And with what he said, he was going to go away.

.

.

.

You cursed at yourself, tearing your eyes from the pitiful Invincible. “Fuck it, get in.” You threw yourself inside the entrance as Mask looked at you in shock. You didn’t want to turn and look at either of them, already regretting what you just impulsively said.

“Put the dumpster back in its spot!” You yelled as you walked further in.

Mask was sputtering out reasons why No-Mask should not come with the two of you, but it fell on deaf ears as you ignored him. No-Mask stayed quiet as he followed after you, glancing over to the other variant as if to say you’re closing the entrance.

Now, you are here. With two Invincibles. In an enclosed space because the overwhelming emotion of pity got to you. Great.

Something was thrown to your face, and you caught it with your hand. You looked down at your palms. It was beef jerky.

“That was in a photo album.” Mask laughed, amused he found it there. It was a photo album of random strangers that was clearly not related to you at all. You undid the wrapper and plopped it in your mouth, chewing it to soften the hard texture.

He watched you eat it, smiling to himself how you scarfed it down with more gusto than when you were eating that can of fruit. “Taste good?” Mask continued, trying to make small talk.

“It’s fine, Invincible.” You snapped, swallowing the dried beef. It did taste better than the pineapple.

“You can just call me Mark.”

“No thanks Invincible.” You refused.

You weren’t going to get personal and use his actual name. You didn’t want to add any more to their delusions. Besides, it just felt strange. You learned of this superhero’s civilian name through a different version of him.

Speaking of the original Invincible—you did need to find him. He was annoying, but he’s the closest ally you can get.

A silence passed, and No-Mask spoke up. “... You can sleep.” He suggested, “I can keep watch.” He offered. Keep watch just in case there is someone trying to break in but also keep watch on Mask who looked offended as soon as he said that.

“I’m—I’m not going to do anything! I’ll also keep watch!” He flushed, knowing the implications of the Invincible’s words.

“...”

“I’m not!” Mask reiterated, watching No-Mask’s expression not falter one bit. However, he did give him a light side eye, conveying that he did not trust his words at all.

“Sorry to break the news, boys, but there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping with you two,” you pointed, throwing the pineapple can that was now empty to a lonely corner, “here. Might fucking wake up in doggy style for all I know.” You half-heartedly said.

Mask broke out in a rambling mess, trying to reassure while simultaneously defending himself that he would never do something like that.

He threw in very subtle jabs at the other variants, Sinister in particular. His sick mind would be more likely than anyone else to do that. He was a psychopath, and Mask wouldn’t be surprised if he was some sort of sexual deviant as well.

You rolled your eyes at him, moving to look at No-Mask who—had a sour expression?

“What?” You asked, and he flickered to look at you.

“... I would never do that.” He stated, a bit angry that you had clumped him in with the other variant. Also, he just wouldn’t do that, he’ll never in a million years cheat on William. “That’s... weird. I would never touch you like that.”

“Why?” You asked, raising a brow. “What are you, gay or something?” You chuckled, tilting your head. It was supposed to be more of a playful joke to make yourself laugh than a genuine question.

Though he only faintly nodded, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah.” He confirmed. Mark wasn’t a stickler for labels, but it wasn’t like he could deny he fit in that box.

Shock shown in your face, not expecting that genuine response “Oh.” You popped your lips. “Just cause you play for the same team doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep still. Could still do something.” You pointed out, and No-Mask just stayed silent as a response.

In a strange development, all three of you were all talking to each other in a normal enough conversation. You let the men dominate the conversation, not that keen in genuinely joining in.

The two Invincibles had tried to coax you to sleep a few times then and there, but you sternly refused, not wanting to be in such a vulnerable state with them here.

There wasn’t anything that they could do to change your mind, so they just talked, and you joined in sometimes. For a while you just listened to them, but they had morphed into background noise that lulled you to sleep—and lightly participating in conversation helped make you stay awake.

“-I tried to explain the entire lore of Séance Dog to William, but he didn’t get it.” No-Mask recounted. He got more active in talking whenever he brought up this William guy, and Mask seemed to know who he was.

“It was because it was super ‘unrealistic,’ wasn’t it?” Mask asked, his back against the wall.

“Yeah. Couldn’t get it—or like it as much as I did.”

“It’s weird so no surprise he didn’t like it.” You pitched in. You read the comics when you were bored, having collected them because of people discarding them in the trash. You rubbed your eyes, drowsiness haunting you.

“It’s not weird, it’s a masterpiece.” Mask remarked.

“Both then, whatever.” You shrugged. You eyed No-Mask, a faint smile on his lips after a two hours of talking. It all seemed to be contributed to the fact that he was talking and thinking about this William guy. “Whose William anyway?”

You and Mask watched him tense, and Mask sighed softly. “He was our best friend.” He answered him, not knowing if his counterpart was going to dig deep into the relationship they had with William. Back at the ship when Angstrom brought them here, he stayed silent—but Mask had kind of figured out William was a little bit more than a best friend.

Many variants talked about various things out of boredom, and there were some who briefly mentioned William. Specifically killing the poor guy. No-Mask didn’t react, but Mask found himself noticing how more dissociated he looked whenever their best friend was mentioned.

The masked Invincible felt bad, so he went over to talk to him. Admittedly he kind of ran his mouth off, jumping from one topic to another. No-Mask just listened while Mask talked and reacted with small twitches. He figured the other one wasn’t really listening, and Mask was thankful for that since he talked about things he wasn’t proud of.

“... and is—” No-Mask sucked a breath, his lips thinning, “was my boyfriend.” He muttered, his voice cracking just a bit. He clasped his hand over his other one, gripping it tightly. “Nolan got him.” No-Mask bitterly spat out, his back hunching over like it was painful to think about that man.

Mask tensed, becoming silent at the mention of that man.

“Nolan?”

“Omni-Man.” Mask informed, and you nodded hesitantly as it wasn’t common knowledge of the Earth’s traitor’s civilian identity. “... He’s our dad.”

You turned to No-Mask, puzzled. “Your dad killed your boyfriend?” He parted his lips, speaking softly with grief riddling him.

“... Killed you too. Got everyone important to me.” He hesitated, looking at your face. A flicker of something appearing before it disappeared when he looked at the Invincible who was standing across the room.

He looked back at you but flinched, averting his gaze. It was hard to look at you without thinking of your mutilated face, torn apart by his dad’s bare hands.

Nolan had used his fingers to literally dig inside your flesh like it was a bowling ball before pulling, evident by the holes in your head when he arrived too late to save you or his boyfriend.

“Shit. I would be depressed as fuck too, I guess.” You commented, a bit too loudly. That was supposed to be more of an inside thought, but you’re very used to talking to yourself, so your brain didn’t compute it wasn’t supposed to be an internal comment.

“... You’re awful at words.” He deadpanned, but a crack of an amused smile played on the corner of his lips. He raised a hand, stifling a laugh that choked out of his throat.

Even though you were a pretty good friend that understood him well in his dimension, listening to his problems so intently—you were quite bad at how to give comfort. That was more of William’s thing. You really tried to offer helping words, but you always ended up phrasing it the worst way possible somehow.

Your cheeks burned unexpectedly, a twinge of embarrassment creeping on you. “Fu—”

“They are, aren’t they?” Mask snickered, unable to help but tease you. It was fun to see you express emotions other than anger; it really warmed his heart. This was the closet thing he ever seen you conscious and relaxed. It was just like back in the hospital room.

You snapped your neck to look at him with a crazed stare, wanting to pounce at him and choke him out. “Fuck both of you. I can kick you two out.” You barked, pointing at the door. The nape of your neck felt warm.

“Sorry, sorry.” Mask apologized, but he didn’t mean it as he was giggling to himself. “We’ll behave.” He promised, but you simply rolled your eyes.

The topic shifted, and you just stayed silent as you sat on the old mattress. They talked about stuff they only knew about, being an outsider meant you really didn’t understand things they were referencing to.

As time slowly ticked by, you felt your eyelids grow heavier. You stifled a yawn, not wanting the two of them to know how incredibly exhausted you felt.

You were becoming well-rested, and if you powered through this tired state you could go out again and find help and somehow ditch these two. Your Invincible must be somewhere, and you faintly wondered what he was doing. Probably saving people or something, he probably doesn't even know you're out here. 

You figured No-Mask would be easier to leave behind with how he didn’t even force himself down here, but Mask... you’d definitely need to find a way to get rid of him with how stubborn he was to stay by your side.

You quietly hung your head against the wall, blinking slowly as you tried to formulate a plan.

It’s been a few hours since you fell asleep.

Mask and No-Mask noticed how close you were to falling asleep and just continued their small conversation, trying not to bring attention to how they knew you were dozing off.

Then finally, you completely stilled with your eyes shut.

Mask walked over silently, and No-Mask eyes trailed silently—following his every move. He watched as he picked you up, and he hummed in displeasure to give a warning that he was there and not to try anything to his friend.

“Don’t worry, just fixing their posture. When they wake up their neck will be sore if I left them like they were.” Mask reassured, gently putting your head against the mattress. Though, Mask was clearly displeased that the variant was there—if he wasn’t, he would for sure kiss you.

Instead, he brushed your cheek and straightened up the collar of your shirt. Mask heard a rustling behind him, but he didn’t look as he was preoccupied with just taking in the sight of your sleeping face.

“... Sure.” No-Mask nodded, but with his tone it was like he knew that Mask wanted to do something else.

“What?” he asked, looking behind his shoulder at the quiet variant that was glaring at him. “I’m not bad like the others, you know that. We’re not bad like them.” Mask said in a hushed town, turning to fully face him.

No-Mask was holding a clear plastic water bottle. Where did he get that? He curiously wondered. It must’ve been under some of the miscellaneous junk.

No-Mask stared at him, a brief silence passing by them as he gripped onto it—his eyes bore into him with a calculating gaze. “... No, maybe not like them but somewhere close.”

After he said that, he quickly threw the water bottle at the blue and black variant—Mask easily catching it. He looked at him puzzled, wondering what was going through his head.

No-Mask nodded as if to say go ahead, drink it.

Mask slowly opened it, and he noticed how the cap had no resistance—the cap smoothly came off like it was already opened beforehand. His guard was completely down, not threatened at the quiet Invincible.

“I would never hurt them, I love them.”

“...”

“I do! Why are you staring at me with that look like I’m going to do something!” Mask accused, pushing his mask upwards. His face was revealed, and his hair was overgrown with purple eyebags to accompany it.

“... I miss William, you know. I loved him.”

“Yeah, I know.” Mask nodded, his accusatory voice still there but more calm. “I’m sorry that happened to you, dude. He was a good friend to me so I’m sure that must’ve hurt.”

No-Mask flinched, like the way he called William a friend pained him. “And if William was right here, in my reach, I would do anything, so he never ever disappears.” His voice cracked. “Anything.”

Mask stayed silent, awkward at how to respond to that. He took a swig of the water bottle so that he didn’t need to say anything, and No-Mask watched silently as he did that.

He didn’t begin speaking until he watched him swallow half of the bottle, his eyes shifting down to the ground. “So that’s how I know even with how much you love (Y/N) and never want to hurt them, you would do anything too. Even something bad.” He whispered.

“I won’t hurt them.”

“... I know you’re probably planning to take them back to your home. If you do and (Y/N) refuses to go with you to your dimension,” He blinked, his quiet voice unwavering. “Would you let them go?”

“...”

“You wouldn’t. You’ll use force. You would do whatever it takes, even if (Y/N) didn’t like it.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“How do you know that for certain?” Mask said bluntly, his fists clenching. He wanted to refuse the variant’s words as baseless assumptions but... no, he wouldn’t. ... Right? “You’re just making assumptions.”

No-Mask shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes wandered to the pill bottle that he had quickly hidden from Mask’s view. He had found it along with the water bottle while silently observing his surroundings when he was conversing with his counterpart before you fell asleep.

It was a relief that you still had bad sleeping habits. In his dimension, you always kept some form of sleeping pills to get you to catch up on some rest, so he was hopeful you’ll keep some lying around too.

If there wasn’t any, he was just going to knock out Mask the old fashion way.

He crushed half of the pills in the bottle inside the water to ensure that the variant would actually knock out cold. “I know for certain that you would, we’re the same person after all...”

“... and I would do the same exact thing too if it were William.”

That made Mask become silent. He wanted to say something, a retort or a counter but he just simply shut up—biting his lip as he looked away, walking to the other side of the room. He threw the water bottle to the ground, getting as far away as he could get.

Mask sat on the ground, staring at his mask that he just removed seconds ago. His gut was stretching itself and twitching at what he was saying, and it made him feel sick.

A good twenty minutes passed, and Mask found himself feeling abnormally tired. Drowsy even. Did today really take a toll on him?

No-Mask side eyed the other Mark, already knowing how sleepy he must feel. He was ready to fall asleep any minute now, and he just had to wait so that he could take you away to someone who can help you. This dimension’s Invincible should be safe enough, but where could he be?

“I’m not bad like the others.” Mask whispered to himself as he closed his eyes and No-Mask narrowed his eyes at that.

No-Mask waited before saying something, observing how the other Mark kept his eyes close. His chest raised in a soft, rhythmic pace. “Tell that to the kid you killed.” He whispered, thinking back on the ship when Mask had rambled to him. He was out of it pretty badly, but he heard everything as clear as day. No-Mask assumed that the black and blue Mark didn't know he was listening with how quiet he had been, but he was. He knew everything he did. 

Even though Mask was in denial, he was capable of hurting you just like everyone else. And he would do it too if things didn't go his way. Just like what he did to that kid—even though he felt guilty about doing it, he still did it. 

It wasn't like Mark was shaming this variant of himself, because if it were William instead of you dying with that type of circumstance, he would do the same thing too. 

I know this is short but like next part is WAY longer i still havent finished it and this just gets the ball rolling and to alert everyone that hey um... i didnt abandon this... im still cracking mark

also me when mask did something bad and i vaguely mention it at the end:

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You're Dead Everywhere But Here │Invincible Variants x Reader x Mainstream Invincible │#1

You were thrown out to the wolves—well, in this case, Invincibles and they seem a bit too eager to see you. You do not like that.

updated as of 07/18/2025

#1, #2

CW: swearing, light gore, suggestive themes, violence, light freakiness

WC: 3,1k 5.2k

“This is complete—” You clenched your hands into fists, your nails digging at your palms. Your nails were a bit overgrown, not having the opportunity to cut them since your capture. You’ve been biting at them though, the ends of your nails having sharp edges that lightly pierced your skin. “—bullshit!” You spat, gritting your teeth.

You flung your head back, giving a short yell to the sky. It wasn’t coherent, maybe a few curses then and there as you shouted. While you did so, you used your legs to begin kicking at the dirt out of deep frustration, flailing your arms around as if you were having a temper tantrum—which you totally were. Any sore loser would be in your situation.

Your hands jumped to the tight metal collar that the assholes from the G.D.A had forcibly attached to you, the feel of the cold metal only worsening your temper.

It was blinking a green hue, and as you dug your grubby little fingers between the small gap of your neck and the collar with the intention of ripping it apart—the green light changed to a ruby red, sending painful shockwaves of electricity through your body. It hurt like hell, and it was obvious that the G.D.A had tailored this electroshock collar specifically to you.

You’ve been shocked before—many hurtful things have happened to you. You’ve nearly experienced all forms of physical human suffering through heroes that tried to stop you. Sometimes even other bad guys such as yourself that tried to take you down because of their own personal agenda.

That’s why you know that secret—stupid—law enforcement agency had whipped this thing up just for you. It was ten times worse than regular electricity, like it was made with the use of something foreign.

Ugh. You felt like a dog strapped with an e-collar for punishment—you hated this form of entrapment. It came close to being thrown into that stupid underground cell with nothing to do but just rot while the guards looking at you with indifference.

After sprouting out more curses and grunts, you quieted down while huffing. You put your arms to your side, finally looking around you to take in the area you were dropped in by a couple of agents covered head and toe in gear. They dropped you off like you were an Amazon package, not sparing a second glance before leaving you be noticed by God-knows-what.

You raised a brow as you did a full 360, taking in the complete destruction that surrounded you. This was supposed to be somewhere in Chicago—you weren’t sure where with how there wasn’t any identifiable landmarks. Everything, literally everything, was wrecked and banged up in some way.

Blood splatter, broken structures, and pieces of human remains that were torn apart were scattered in every nook and cranny you could think of. It was brutal and barbaric. Many of the bodies were unidentifiable of who they were with how their faces were mutilated—complete fucking overkill.

An angry vein popped on your face, your eyes narrowing in annoyance. This... ruthless scene only served to fuel your bad mood. Those bastards had to drop me off at the worse spot in this joint, huh? You scoffed, clearly unimpressed.

Your ears perked up as you could hear civilians screaming from a distance, a mixture of fear and pleading. You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes as you turned away from the noise. Whoever done this could’ve at least done a solid job and killed everything before you arrived—that was their goal, right?

You sighed, your thoughts drifting off to something else. Particularly the recollection of what had made you end up here in the first place plaguing your mind.

You had been captured and locked away after another confrontation with Invincible, and you couldn’t believe you had been such an idiot to have been caught off guard. It was just so... ugh! Just so stupid, idiotic, and confusing!

That dull-witted superhero, Invincible, got into your head and messed with you. It was crazy—it drove you up the fucking walls when you thought back to the moment in that small dingy cell of yours.

A phantom bitter taste flooded your mouth, and you couldn’t help but bite your tongue.

Even with his yellow mask covering half of his face and its lens shielding his eyes—his face was so expressive, and you could see it clearly. It makes your skin crawl whenever you have to stare at it whenever he comes to you like this.

“There’s no way you’ve always been like... this.” He said—God, why did every time he’d confront you, he used that tone? That soft, aggravating tone was like he’s talking to a scared animal rather than a criminal who wanted nothing more for him to go away.

His expression made your skin crawl, his voice dug under your skin like an annoying tick, and the way he tried to reason with you made you want to rip your own flesh off.

“The fuck you know about that, pretty boy?” You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest as you sent a hard glare his way.

He only continued to stare at you with that same look, his shoulders relaxed and not in a rush in ending whatever this is. “You know—how many times are you going to give me these pep talks? There is never this much talking during a fight—probably ‘cause it’s a goddamn fight, not a book club.”

Invincible sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “However long it takes. You don’t hurt people and that’s good enough for me to think you can be redeemed.”

“Tell that to the people I sent to the hospital. I don’t think they’ll find me ‘redeemable’ material.”

“Okay, fine, I misspoke—you don’t kill people. Even then, you’re... different from the other villains. Your different from... everyone else.” He replied, taking a step towards you, pushing past the debris you caused.

The way he said that last part was breathy, like he was referring to something else. “I mean, it’s not too late to turn a new leaf. Change your ways.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. You’ve done it so much already between this exchange that you’re afraid they might get permanently stuck.

“What makes you so confident to say that, huh? Did you waltz in and take a psychology course and suddenly,” you gestured to your head as if it blew up, “boom! You know exactly what I’m thinking? What I’m capable of? Who I am?” You dryly snorted, an unamused smile gracing the corner of your lips.

“Maybe.” He couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. He found you effortlessly funny—entertaining. Whatever you do practically light him up like a Christmas tree in December. “We’ve fought long enough for me to know you pull your punches, drag out the fight just a few minutes more...”

“Oh really? Good job, detective. Thinking of changing professions now?” You sarcastically remarked.

Invincible hesitated, there was something at the edge of his tongue that he wanted to say but it was far too delicate to disclose. Or maybe he didn’t have the right words to articulate them well.

He cleared his throat, changing his mind. “... and I think you do that because you like the company I give you.” He continued, pushing past your sarcastic quip. “And I like giving it to you.”

There was a moment of silence.

Your breath hitches, a small—horrified squeal itching at the back of your throat. You took a step back, your face distorting into different emotions. What on Earth was he saying? “What—What the hell are you getting at?” You snarled, biting down the stutter that threatened to slip up your words. Though it seemed like he heard it as clear as day.

You clicked your tongue. “I’m going to kill you for this sappy shit your saying. You’re dumber than I thought if you reached to that conclusion.”

Invincible’s lips quirked into a smug grin, tilting his head to the right just slightly. “I don’t think you will—I also think we can be pretty good friends.”

... Friends? Is he crazy? Did some parasite go up his nose and into his brain that’s making him say these ridiculous things? Invincible is annoying, sure, but not downright delusional.

While you were lost in thoughts—wondering why the superhero was sprouting out less-than-regular nonsense—his shoulders stiffened as his eyes flickered behind you.

There was a G.D.A agent that had snuck up behind you, the invisibility they had on thanks to their high-tech gear disappearing. They had a gun in hand—and not the regular ones. It looked different, built with another purpose and functionality in mind.

“Wait, fuck, look out!” He screamed.

You immediately became tense, zipping around to see what was behind you. However, it was too late, the gun set off and a painful electric bolt stabbed into you.

The pain was irregular from just normal electricity; the pain was excruciating. Like one million needles were suddenly thrusted deep inside you at your very core. Your body immediately went limp, your knees first to fall to the ground as you were being subjected to absolute torture.

It hurt. It fucking hurt.

Invincible was shouting in the background—yelling about something. It was hard to focus with, you know, the pain.

Your body spasmed on the ground. You wanted to scream with how much it hurt, but only a squeezing choking sound escaped your throat.

“—what the hell! I had this all under control, why did you do that!” Invincible’s words seeped into your ear, and a quick ‘woosh!’ sound came faster than lightning to you.

The hero crouched next to you, quick to cradle your head in his lap as he watched your body involuntarily contract—each of your limbs shaking uncontrollably. It was difficult to watch.  

He held your face upright on his lap, looking down at you with panic and worry. He was in clear distress, feeling his hands tremble as he cupped your face oh so delicately.

This—This little shit! Why was he acting like he didn’t plan for this, account for this? It made sense now, saying anything to catch you off guard using fake notions for friendship while some goon came up from behind. You should’ve known—should’ve fucking known.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck! You’re going to be okay, I’m—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He apologized, sounding so apologetic as he continued to hold you.

You wanted to push him away, so you weren’t forced to look up at him and feel him. He held you so dearly and fearfully, and you didn’t like that. Not one bit.

His eyes shifted to the agent that had shot you, standing there silently. He glared daggers, anger swallowing him. “How do I make this stop! Tell me how to make it stop hurting them! Tell me!” He demanded.

Your body was quick to turn into a state of exhaustion, the pain being quick to overwhelm you. Black dots appeared in your vision, multiplying rapidly until everything just became a void as Invincible’s shouting faded into the distance.

The last thing you felt was your head being carefully set on the ground, a gust of wind flying past you. Then you heard the sound of someone choking, being strangled by something—Invincible still shouting.

You grimaced at the recollection. You couldn’t believe you easily got distracted by the—ugh—friendship talk. You should’ve known that he was just saying all that shit to throw you off, but with that hero it was always confusing! Everything he did threw you off!

Every other super would immediately get straight to business, throwing punches or whatever special ability they had when they came on scene and seeing firsthand at the absolute destruction you caused.

Sure, some of them stopped to say something cheesy and comical to make fun of you. Rex Splode was an example of this, his grating character throwing some bullshit joke. But even then, he and everyone else put the safety of civilians above ‘talking it out.’

Yet, with Invincible, it was the opposite. He seemed to be more concerned about you than the wreckage and terror you spread.

You would’ve brushed it off if he treated you and civilians equally—many superheroes had this high morality to their character, wanting to be a ‘bigger person’ so you were used to that—but that wasn’t the case for him.

Destroying downtown Chicago like it was a fun game of Godzilla loose on the town? He’d just sigh and shake his head, calling out to you as if he had just caught you in an embarrassing act.

Throwing a civilian in the air at full speed to slow him down because he had to catch them otherwise they’d die? Oh, Invincible will just catch the guy and go, “Come on!” in a stupidly playful way as if you had gone a little bit too far with playing around.

“Weirdo.” You shivered, his weird behavior never failing to make you feel wrong.

The next time you see Invincible, you will, for sure, kill him. Or erm, the Invincible of this dimension?

You had been dragged out of your cell and been briefed about some evil alternate Invincibles wreaking havoc all over the world, and they needed every available resource they got out there to fend off the evil variants.

And apparently you were included as an ‘available resource.’ Great.

Well, you supposed you could practice the best way to kill your Invincible with the knock offs. Even though you’re forced to do it, there’s no harm in seeing the good in the bad.

You jumped in the air, using the ground as a surface to leap off of. You were high in the air, peering down below.

Squinting, you scanned the area.

The destruction stretched for miles. Blaring cars and screams filled the air. You saw some injured civilians using each other as support to try and run to safety.

You averted your gaze to not look at the innocent people below—all those government assholes told you to do is fight off variants, not save lives. That’s their mission, not yours.

“NO! Please! AARRGHH!” You heard a blood curling scream screech up ahead, and your ears perked curiously. You decided to make your way towards it, jumping off destroyed buildings like a frog leaping off lily pads.

When you were close enough, you landed a few feet away.

You looked up ahead, seeing a tall figure standing before a freshly dead body. The skull was crushed, bits and pieces of brain spilled out from the cracks. You tilted your head, observing—assuming they were what they are from an educational guess—a variant.

He had no mask, his face on full display along with his mohawk haircut. His suit was torn on his shoulder, dust debris sticking to the spandex of his suit. He had a large shit eating grin on his face, visible smile lines accompanying it. He seemed to be having fun.

You were surprised. Is that what Invincible actually looks under the mask? Huh, I guess he is actually a pretty boy. You remarked in your head.

You put a hand on your hip as you continue to watch this Invincible variant. He began cackling to himself as he turned his head, his back facing you as he was choosing where to go next.

A smile creeped on your lips, your eyes dilating like a hunter watching its prey being unaware of what was behind them.

Without a second of hesitation, you leapt off the roof of the building you were on as you hurled towards Mohawk Invincible. You raised your fist, landing a solid hit on the upper part of his back between his shoulder blades—sending him flying to a brick wall.

“Score!” You whistled, his legs up in the air as his head was shoved into a patch of dirt. It reminded you of a groundhog burying its face in the ground, and it made you snort.

You slowly approached the downed variant. “Those G.D.A motherfuckers kept me in their basement for way too long, my body is all tense. Thank God I’m out, but fucking sucks I got a shock collar on me.” You hummed, talking to yourself.

You used the tip of your foot to leap from the floor—sending yourself flying to the variant with your leg ready.

Mohawk grumbled under his breath in a daze, “What—”

A harsh kick dug in his side, sending him flying once more. Though this time, he caught himself, jamming his hands into the ground to stop the momentum of your kick. He whipped his head up, swatting at the dust of dirt to see his assailant.

You used the cloud of dirt to your advantage, a tight fist meeting his jaw. It sent his head backwards, but he had dug his heel in to catch himself from being sent flying. He whirled his head back, extending his arms to tackle the person who had just sucker punched him.

You grunted, falling backwards. The mohawk variant didn’t waste time climbing on top of you, putting his whole-body weight to trap you.

You felt a hand grasp at your neck, a large amount of pressure squeezing at your throat following swiftly afterwards.

Mohawk Invincible raised his free hand ready to beat the shit out of whoever ambushed him, his eyes darting to your face.

His eyes were wide and angry, but an undertone of excitement in his emotions. That faded quickly, however, as the dust settled to reveal who was underneath him. His clenched fist softened, surprise and complete shock itched in the features of his face.

Mohawk blinked, taking in the familiar face that was struggling against him.

He waited for just a moment to see if your face would change into someone else’s, testing to see if his vision was playing tricks on him. Or maybe he finally went crazy with how long you two have been apart.

But no, nothing changed. You looked the exact same—minus a few details. Like how your hair was disheveled and the eyes that used to stare at him so lovingly held nothing but sharpy pointed daggers.

There was no doubt in his mind that he was staring right at this dimension’s version of you, and it made his stomach squeeze in delight. Mohawk was in disbelief and in awe.

“Oh, shit... (Y/N)?” He called out your name, a name that he hadn’t spoken out loud for the longest time. It felt strange to use it, but it felt so right too.

Your eyebrows furrowed, confused. Your chest felt heavy as the tone he used was the exact same one your Invincible used for you constantly.

“That’s me.” You hissed, watching how his gaze bore into you. Not with malice, hatred, or anger—just... nostalgia. His brown eyes blinked to the collar on your neck that was underneath his hand.

With him distracted, you took the opportunity to land a hit on Mohawk—his weight lifting as he didn’t brace for it.

You rolled the two of you over, and you connected your hands to his throat, pushing down.

“How do you know that name?” You questioned. He shouldn’t know your real name.

"Fu—Fuck—(Y/N)," He choked out, staring up at you with something you couldn’t recognize. It was something warm yet wretched, and you squeezed down harder as you stared into them.

Your Invincible always wore goggles so you never had to see his eyes. You faintly wondered if he had this look every time he looked at you. You scowled, that thought made you uncomfortable.

The look wasn’t hatred nor fear, not even anger. It was... some form of desperation. Not desperate to live, but desperate for something else. But that wasn’t right. It was more like... desperate for someone else.

"It's—It's you. Shit, it's—it's really you." He heaved out, his hands jumping to reach your arms. You expected him to dig his nails in your skin or try to snap a bone, but instead, he was holding them. There was no effort to tear your arms away.

Hell, he was actually using his thumb to caress you.

Your eyes squinted, not understanding what was happening but you didn’t release your hold—and he didn’t seem to mind as he sat his neck up, bringing it closer to the chokehold you had on him. He looked up at you with half lidded eyes, enjoyment in his eyes.

Your hands were—damn, they were still perfect. He could feel rough calluses which were certainly new, but it added to the experience rather than diminishing it. The familiar weight of your body on top of him threw him into euphoria and—oh, fuuckkk, he even got a whiff of your scent.

He wasn’t expecting to find this dimension’s version of you so soon. He held hope that this dimension of you was still alive, planning to go looking for you after he wrecked some shit to satisfy his end of the deal with Angstrom, but instead you found him.

He also wasn’t expecting you to jump at him like this—with incredible strength too. Your punches actually hurt a little bit, Mohawk still feeling the sting on his jaw.

Are you a super in this dimension? That would certainly make sense on why you jumped at him—but your suit looked like shit. It looked like a prison uniform rather than a functional superhero suit—

Actually. God. Who cares? Right now, he doesn’t care about whatever backstory you had. He could learn about it later because currently this little act was pretty fucking hot.

He bit his bottom lip, his hands sliding down from your arms to your waist. Jesus, that was the same too—he squeezed the familiar curve that he used to grab so much. He loved it—and he still does.

You were currently sitting on his stomach, but if you just moved your sweet ass a little lower, you’d be at a much more perfect spot. You can continue choking him however much you wanted, but if he could just nudge you a few inches down— [1]

You gasped, pulling your hands away as you recoiled backwards—jumping away from the man. The touch of his grabby hands lingered on your waist, and you shivered as you made a disgusted face.

“What kind of perverted freak are you?” You asked in disbelief, taking a defensive stance. So, your Invincible likes to scold your ear off and—what? This one likes to be touchy?

The Mohawk variant merely coughed, a laugh escaping him as he stood up from the ground. He brushed a hand over his Adam’s apple, his throat feeling empty now.

“What’s wrong, babe? Figured your Mark liked being choked with how quick and comfortable you were to do it to me.” He chuckled, his arms outstretched. "Can't blame a guy for enjoying the sample. You know—I'm kind of itching for another one, round 2?"

You shot him a quizzical stare, looking at him like he was crazy. “... Who the hell is Mark?”

“Your boyfriend, duh.”

Now you looked at him like he was an insane asylum patient.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Mohawk Mark rolls his eyes, snorting. “He doesn’t bag you?—Ah, whatever. Your friend or something. Looks like me but less attractive.” He brought a finger to rub the inside of his ear.

You only continued to stare at him like he was nuts. “I don’t know anyone with that name.” You reiterated, irritated at this odd interaction. The fact that he called you babe was not lost on you, and you wanted to punt his face in with the audacity he had to call you that.

That seemed to genuinely surprise him, his eyes wide.

Every single Mark variant had some sort of relationship with you. Friendship, partners, mentorship—anything up there. “You’re a super, right? You gotta know Invincible at least.” He asked, leaning forward trying to gauge what the hell this dimension’s Mark was up to for you not to know his civilian identity.

You scoffed. “Me? Superhero? Don’t fucking play with me. I’m not fighting you out of a heroic duty. I didn’t have much of a choice here.” You corrected his assumption, tugging at the collar that was beeping on your neck. "But Invincible? Yeah, I know him. He's the reason I got thrown into G.D.A's little dungeon and have this thing on me."

Not a superhero. Huh.

That left him a little dumbfounded. Actually, your whole attitude and demeanor left him dumbfounded. Not that he didn’t like it—he really did—but it was just different.

You were soft in his dimension, physically and personality wise. It was the same for the other dimensions according to some of the variants that shared stories about you on the ship. He didn’t contribute, only half listening. This certainly was not what he was expecting—but he liked the surprise.

“You’re not a good guy? Wow, that’s new to me. What’d you do to get thrown in there?”

You groaned, your shoulders sagging. You were frankly done hearing the nonsense that this Invincible variant was spitting at you. It makes you confused and annoyed. Does each version of this guy make it a point to talk so damn much each fight?

Not entertaining his question, you lunged forward.

He blocked your attacks, dodging your fists and leg jabs. “So, you’re bad? That’s pretty cool, I’m getting pretty excited.” He joked, though the way he said it indicated he meant it.

My God, he’s going to continue to talk?

“You’re going to definitely like me then. I’m pretty naughty, especially when it comes to fucking.” He cooed, winking at you flirtatiously. [2]

“Shut the fuck up.”

“It’s fine, we don’t have to get to the ultra-good stuff right now—we can continue this foreplay. Fun!”

“You’re more annoying than my Invincible.” You took a jump backwards, Mohawk leaping at you with a wild grin. You steadied yourself, preparing to hold your ground before a blur of black and blue intercepted.

You whipped your head to see what happened—and eyes widened as you saw that another variant was here. They wore the same black and blue palette that the Mohawk wore, but their face was fully covered by a black mask.

“Ya dick!” Mohawk screeched, pushing off the newly appeared variant. "I'm in the middle of something here, go somewhere else!"

The fully masked Invincible only slapped the other’s face to the ground as a response, standing up hurriedly to take a good look at you.

He had heard the commotion when passing through, and your voice had made his ears perk up.

It had been so, so long since he heard your voice. It’s been so long since he heard you speak—breathe. His body started moving before his mind could process that you were alive in this dimension, his instincts overriding his brain.

He breathed out your name, feeling his whole body go light as he took a hesitant step towards you. It really was you; his ears didn’t play tricks on him—not this time. “Your alive here. Alive and healthy...” He scanned your figure, and you tensed. “... and strong. That’s good.”

You clicked your tongue. "What am I supposed to be? Dead?"

“Yeah. In my dimension you died. You were sick.” He answered solemnly, his voice breaking as he took more steps to reach you. You responded by taking the same amount of steps back, keeping the distance.

This one was different than the other one—he was sad but still held that same desperation. Instead of it being shown through his eyes, it was through his quivering voice. "I've missed you; I've missed mom. Both of you meant so much to me—"

“—What is with this sentimental bullshit?” You cut him off, talking more so to yourself than him. You felt like you were intruding in some sort of sad romcom scene that wasn’t supposed to be directed at you, but it was.

This was really killing your appetite to kill Invincible.

You couldn’t help but ask, curiosity getting the better of you. "Did we know each other?" You apparently knew the pervert and now this sad guy too.

He flinched, looking physically hurt from the fact that you didn’t know how deep your two’s relationship was. Words compiled into one big ugly lump in his throat. He wanted to say everything and anything—and so much in between. “In my dimension we knew a lot of each other. We were—”

“—Well, I’m not whatever lame ass version you think I am.” You cut off, snapping, not wanting to learn more. You shouldn’t have asked anyway, that was your fault.

Your eyes darted to him and the mohawk one. You maybe had a shot in killing him, but two of them? It’s best to sneak off. It’ll be even worse if more Invincibles showed up.

Worse in the fighting aspect and worse in the... whatever you call this strange thing happening between you and these variants. Some alternate version of you apparently had relations with these mentally unwell men, and you didn’t want to find out how many more Invincibles had the googly eyes for you.

"That's okay! As soon as we find mom, you can get to know me, and I can get to know more of you. Then we can go home.”

“Hey! I found them first, I get dibs, dipshit!" Mohawk didn’t waste a second to spring into action, his face contorting at the fact the masked asshole wanted to be the one to take you home. He was taking you home, not a second-rate version of him.

He jabbed his finger into the masked Invincible’s chest, “Go cry to your mommy instead of moping around here! I was here first, fair and square.”

“Don’t talk about them as if they’re an object!” He shouted.

"Waaa! Waaa! That's what you sound like!"

You sweat dropped at the scene. They were acting like children fighting over a toy, though it worked out great in your favor as it gave you an opening to escape from this situation.

Turning on your heel, you were ready to make a break for it.

“You’re both immature.” A cold voice pointed out, and you froze. You snapped your attention up, spotting two Invincibles hovering in the air.

When did they get here? How long had they been there?

One adorned the signature colors of Omni-Man on the design of an Invincible suit; a red cape attached to his shoulders being a new addition to the look.

The other one wore a white uniform, with no resemblance to the Invincible suit beside how it was snug on his body. A cloth draped over his lower area, stopping just above the knee.

The Omni-Invincible had his arms crossed, his strong biceps popping out. He had a head tilt aimed at you. [3]

“Let me take a wild guess,” You sarcastically began, “you know ‘me’ too?”

They both answered at the same time with a clear resounding ‘yes.’

The red and white one looked over to the two variants that were squabbling with each other, but the white one kept his eyes on you, unblinking, making sure to see each move you made.

A move of a limb, a twitch of a finger—he wanted to see it all.

Your nerves screaming for you to get moving. I’m getting out of here. You jumped in the air, bolting through the sky, wanting to go literally anywhere that was far away from them.

.

.

.

You could hear something whirling a few feet behind you, nearing you hot and fast.

Amazing. Guess you weren't going to escape so easily.

[yawnzshit]

glasses are the sluttiest thing a man could wear.

[readingbunny44]

Favorite Way to Shut Up┃Rex Sloan x Female! Reader

a/n: every man should be a munch god bless

song I listened to while writing this: eat this (I also listened to burn?)

Rex purposefully doesn't shut up, and it drives you crazy. Good thing there's a way to shut him up that you both enjoy.

CW: 18+, eating out, public area, masturbation, author's first munch fic take a picture!!, ooc cause I could care less rn making Rex close to canon as possible I just wanna goon thanks <3

WC: 3.3k

"—yeah, that's basically what happened with that guy. What a fucking asshole, am I right? Like, get a load of that guy, pfft." Rex laughed, his scratchy voice scoffing as he shrugged his shoulders. "I told him to zip up his homeboy after he was finished sucking on his dick, and lemme tell ya, he did not like that one."

"Really now? That's so interesting." You sarcastically replied, your eyes narrowed to side eye him. He was casually sitting on the counter; he was wearing his superhero suit but had his mask off. He had come straight to you after finishing a mission, the bruise that was forming on his eye showcasing that.

His hair was still disheveled, strays of hair sticking out but his man bun perfectly intact. "Ha, if you think that's interesting, you're going to be blown the fuck away—I haven't even gotten started at the best part of my day!" He laughed, dangling his feet in the air as he stared at you with his green eyes.

You sighed, your low lackluster response only seemed to make him continue, ranting and rambling about something that you immediately started to drown out—does he ever run out of things to yap about?

It was like he was allergic to being silent, running his mouth about some topic without considering that the other person did not care one bit about hearing it.

Couldn't he see that you weren't interested about what he had to say? Oh, who are you kidding, of course he knows. He also knows that you can't simply walk away, stationed right at the help center desk.

It's your job to stay right at the help center desk, sitting there to look nice and approachable for anyone who has questions about where something is or someone they can go to for a particular problem.

You weren't allowed to get up and leave, even for the bathroom. You had to make sure not to drink any excess fluids before each shift so you wouldn't be holding your bladder behind the desk.

The only time when you're allowed to be if the next person on the rotation comes to take your shift, allowing the shackle to jump onto them.

Rex knows this perfectly, having visiting you for months and inquiring information out of you from either asking about it or observing it.

It drives you crazy how this man's sole mission is to annoy you each chance he has, only gaining more knowledge just to dig into your skin deeper—for being a superhero, he has a lot of free time to spend it tormenting on a poor girl like you.

"—that's basically it for that. Dupli-Kate can be a real bitch sometimes." He snorted, covering his mouth, "She should rebrand herself as Dupli-Bitch with how her bitchiness is multiplying each day." He joked, laughing a little bit too hard at his joke.

You raised a brow, unamused.

"What? Come on, lighten up beautiful that was pretty fucking funny." He continued to laugh, shaking his head as you simply frowned. "I'm starting to think you don't like me! My feelings are kinda getting hurt." Rex pouted, forcing a whine.

"If your feelings are hurt, maybe you should leave." You snapped, rolling your eyes as it was clear as day he was lying.

"You don't want me to leave." He cooed, his eyes squinting down at you. His eyes trailed down, below your face and below your neck. Slowly, he reached farther than that—his lips turning into a mischievous smirk as a sly glint appeared in his eyes.

You shivered, an electrifying jolt going down your back and jump starting a pulsing beat between your legs.

You really hated that this annoying, stubborn, and persistent guy was hot. Really, it was unfair that such an unlikable person was blessed with such an attractive face and body.

Not only was he tall, broad shoulders, and sharp features that so many guys would be envious to have—he was in excellent physical condition. Even though his superhero costume was baggy in small areas, that didn't stop his pronounced muscles to bulge through like it was a need to have their presence known.

"I do, actually. I had a pretty shit morning today, so I don't want to deal with your overactive ass right now, okay? I'm in a pretty bad mood." You hissed, raising your chest and huffing.

Ugh, you really hated how he was staring at you right now, the light purple bruise somehow making him more attractive than he already was. "You already tormented me for," you looked over at the clock that was on the white marble desk, "four hours. Do you not have a life you should attend to?"

"Nope!" He confidently answered, a goofy smile spreading on his lips. "I could be here for your entire shift."

"You're insufferable."

"Ahh, don't be mad at me." Rex whined, inching towards you with a pout. "You're mad at the bad day you had, not your favorite superhero." He winked, raising an arm to flex his muscles.

"No, I used to be mad at the bad day but now I'm mad at you. I thank you for your service, but you're a real pain in the ass." You furrowed your bars, rearing your head back as Rex lowered his head to be at eye level.

A smirk danced on the edge of his lips; his eyes suddenly half lidded as his eyes kept on flickering down to a certain part of your body. He wasn't even trying to hide his wandering eyes.

"How about I lick that anger out?" Rex purred, the words coming out smooth and low. How he delivered that line with his scratchy voice made your body scream, the pulsing pattern between your legs basically signing his name in morse code.

You blinked, your breathing taking a pause as you stared at him with wide eyes.

You saw this coming from a mile away, but it still shocked you every time with how shameless he was in asking to have a long taste of you.

This small trend of every couple of weeks asking to eat your pussy started the first time you two met, Rex encountering you by chance. The building was so big that there were some areas that he had never walked around in because of the absence of a reason.

For whatever reason, he was compelled to stand by your side and bombard you with one sided conversation. For an hour, you endured the long ramblings of this superhero, occasionally responding with a strained politeness.

Then another hour passed, then another, and another.

It frustrated you and made you upset, your brain feeling like it was being boiled with how you endured this senselessness and curse filled rant from a superhero that was so full of himself.

You begged him to stop talking, citing things you would rather be doing with your time. For an unexplainable reason, you listed one of the reasons was being spread open and eat out.

In your defense, you were running on three hours of sleep that day, so you were slightly out of it that day. Your mouth and mind were too connected to each other, failing to register which ones should've been kept as an inside thought.

You were horrified when that flew out of your mouth. Even more horrified, yet surprisingly aroused, that Rex actually agreed to shut up if you allowed him to go down on you on the desk.

Absolutely even fucking more horrifying—you actually agreed.

It was unprofessional, downright wild, and absolutely stupid to have agreed to something like that. You didn't even hesitate for long before you said yes with too much excitement in your voice.

You'd admit though—it was so good. He was a bit clumsy at first, and you thought you needed to instruct him, but it was like he naturally melted into the role as he absolutely devoured you and swallowed you whole leaving you a shaking mess.

But you promised yourself that you wouldn't let something like that happen again—for goodness’ sake it was in a public space! Anyone could've seen that!

"No!" You yelped, your cheeks turning hot as you shook your head. You looked around, expecting someone to pop out and call you both out for having an inappropriate conversation. "Can you just shut up?!"

"No can do, my tongue always needs to be doing something." Rex winked, and you flushed deeper at that. "Lighten up, will you? It's a Wednesday so no traffic coming through here—not that many people come here anyway," he began speaking matter-of-factly, gesturing to the empty but spacious hall you both were in.

Rex then pointed at the camera in the corner, pointed to look at the entire hallway. "And that camera has and always will be busted because I'm pretty sure even the top-level management forgot this place on this floor exists." You looked up, the surveillance camera no having a blinking light like all the other cameras did in the building.

"I don't even think they know they have people on their payroll doing this job." He chuckled. "The only person we gotta worry about baby is the next person whose clocking in—which isn't for a fat while, right?"

You stayed silent, shuffling in your seat.

"So, shut me up by letting me eat that gorgeous pussy of yours." Rex licked his lips, already moving his attention to how quickly he can remove your pants. "Last chance—unless you really want to hear about how I spent a good forty minutes trying to flip a water bottle upright in detail."

Each time he asked, hinted, offered—you said yes, every time.

"Fine." You huffed as if you were annoyed, though deep-down excitement swelled in your chest. Your nerves were screaming, already beginning to imagine the dirty scene of your legs pulled apart of the brown-skinned superhero whose so eager to get diving into your pants.

And it was like Rex knew that his smug smirk grew wider as he jumped from the marble counter. You stood up from your chair, looking around the hallway to make sure no one was going to turn around the corner and declare they heard everything.

You felt a hand snake around your waist, pulling you close to his chest as he used his leg to kick the chair away from you. The chair wheeled away in a fast speed, the momentum of his kick sending it crashing into the wall.

It made a loud sound, and you gasped, snapping your head to look at him. "You—someone could've heard that!" You whisper yelled, the arm he had wrapped around your waist becoming tighter as he pushed you against the edge of the desk.

"No one heard that!" Rex rolled his eyes, dismissing your worry. He let out a low purr, his eyes clear that he was focusing on one thing. "So, tell me what sort of treat I'm getting today." He chuckled, his hands moving to grab your ass to lift you up.

He pushed you on top of the desk, and your words got caught in your throat as you looked up at the tall and muscular superhero whose eyes were trained solely on you.

"It's been a while—am I exploring in a jungle or walking along a desert?" He jested, his hands trailing up to undo your pants, doing it so seamlessly like he had practiced the fastest way to get them off in his head. "Either way is cool, it has the same goal."

"You usually don't ask a girl that." You glared, but your heart rattled against your chest as he was pulling down your pants, the bottoms you chose today now on the floor. Even though you two had done this multiple times, you still had the same thrill and nervousness that coursed through your vines each time.

You shivered, your bare ass touching the cold surface of the desk. The air was also chilly, goosebumps showing up on your skin.

"Fucking sue me then for asking how my meal is gonna be dressed—ooo, these are my favorite pair." Rex commented, practically singing in joy seeing the black lace panties that you had chosen to wear today. He jabbed his fingers on either side of the thin side of the underwear, his brown gloves feeling thick and chunky against your exposed skin.

"It was like you knew I was gonna ask!" He joked, tilting his head as he slowly slid off the black underwear that was the last layer of protection for your cunt—you almost whined at how slowly he was taking it off of you, already feeling how excited you were through the wetness that seeped out.

"You're going ridiculously slow."

"Eager, are we?"

"For fuck's sake—yes." You nodded, and he looked up at you with his green eyes that were filled with thirst and lust.

"Good, because me too." He noted before quickly pulling your panties way, throwing them behind him. He dug his hands between your legs, pulling them apart and setting your feet on either side of the end of the desk—the cold air hitting your fully exposed pussy.

He lowered himself down, getting on his knees so swiftly like it was muscle memory. And it must be with how he sighed in relief, having been waiting to do this all day being unable to think clearly about anything else beside the taste of your cunt in his mouth.

He pulled your silt a little wide, staring at it as if he was admiring this vulnerable part of you. It was just for two minutes, but you quickly grew inpatient at the staring game he was doing. You softly groaned, reaching a hand to grasp at tied bun, holding it tightly as you tugged his head a centimeter forward.

"Alright, alright, I hear you loud and clear!" Rex jokingly rolled his eyes, flicking his gaze to look up at you. You blushed; this angle dirty yet so sexually appealing that it made your body scream for him to just lick you already.

His gaze landed back to your wetness, leaning forward taking one long lick that made you instantly release a moan that was just waiting for a reason to get out.

After taking the first lick, he continued. Moving his tongue in short rhythms on the folds of your pussy and grazing your clit. He melted into your cunt, his hands relaxing on your thighs to keep your legs apart as he continued to taste the delicious treat, he had basically dreamed about eating for a whole week.

You released soft mewls and moan, moving your hand that was tightly gripping his bun to let a gentle hold on his head—swinging your head back as you sighed.

Your soaked pussy and Rex's saliva mixed together, making the most wettest environment as he continued to lick you like a lollipop—eager to move his tongue around and inserting it each fold he came across.

He lapped around your clit, his tongue cupping it and moving up and down. Rex could feel in real time your clit swelling, turning bigger as he continued to stimulate this sensitive muscle that brought you the greatest pleasure known to a woman.

You brought your head forward, looking down at the brown skinned male who was so deeply focused on eating you out. You bucked your hips forward, begging for more of the stimulation that he happily was giving.

You gasped as you felt him suddenly sucking your clit, the pleasure hitting you and causing you to squirm at the sensation. He moaned as he sucked, feeling your legs contracting as you tried to hold them together and keep your legs open.

Rex wrapped his arms around your legs, holding them in place as you continued to contort and spasm—the action involuntarily because of the sensation he gave by blowing you.

"Hhh, shit—fuck," You groaned, petting his head as you watched him swallow you whole. You could hear him slurp and suck, his Adam's apple going up and down on his neck as he inhaled your juices like this was his first time eating today. "M-My god—keep eating my pussy Rex," You begged, trying to bring yourself closer to his mouth, "it feels so fucking good."

He nodded his head, the small bopping movement making you back straighten. The mix of his salvia and your juices trailed down his chin, dripping down to his neck.

Rex pulled away, inhaling before going straight back to servicing you. You gasped, not expecting him to only pull away for one second to catch his breath.

His tongue touched and bullied your sensitive button that was so swelled up that the pleasure turned up to 100. Your head felt light, your eyes having a hard time on focusing as the pleasure overrode your body. You were unaware how you were breathily calling out his name, repeating it and singing it like it was a prayer.

That only encouraged him to continue—not that he really needed it—finding it such a hot turn on that you were moaning his name with that sweet voice yours, whine and desperate coating around his name.

You didn't care anymore that someone could just turn around the corner and see your pussy be absolutely defiled by Rex Splode, your mind only focused on the most amazingest head you were receiving.

It felt too much, yet not enough, your body conflicted in what to do as you pulled away but brought yourself back right in with your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Rex didn't like how much you were moving, trying to keep that pussy away from his mouth. His grip on your legs tightened, his gloves digging into your skin as you shook your head as you got the message: "don't fucking move."

You found that exciting, how much he wanted to service you.

You twitched, a tingling where Rex was at. Your hand suddenly gripped on his head, grabbing a fistful of is disheveled hair. "R-Right there, keep going right there!" You commanded, and he obediently nodded, causing you to jolt.

The tingling sensation built up, incoherent babble leaving your lips as you arched your back. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, your muscles tensing.

Rex could physically feel each part of you unraveling because of him as he continued. He brought one of his hands down to his pants, hastily unzipping and lowers his pants just below his hips. It was enough to spring out his shaft, long and hard—some precum leaking out.

He began to pump his own cock, going in a fast speed as he ate out your pussy.

He moaned while masturbating, vibrations only adding to the pleasure you were experiencing as you called out his name—basically screaming it with how loud you were being.

The release crashed down on you, spasming as you came while his face was still face first in your folds. You gripped on his hair, pulling and holding it for dear life to assist you as you rode out the orgasm.

Rex grunted; his eyes closed as he pumped his hard shaft for one more time—white liquid erupting from the tip of his cock that landed on the polished ground.

Your hard grip loosened, pulling your hand away and settling it on the edge of the desk. You were panting hard, your chest rising and falling while a bead of sweat rolled down the side of your face.

Rex slowly pulled away; his lips messily outlined by the wetness of your cunt as he looked up at you with his mesmerizing green eyes, his hair ruined and messy thanks to you.

"So, do I get 20% tip for that?"

"... I think I need to shut you up again."

I may be new at writing smut, but at least I’m free 🕊️🕊️🕊️

[readingbunny44]

Reader loves Invincible but hates Mark┃Mark/Invincible x Fangirl! Reader┃#3

totally hasn't been a month since I updated this series guys... :p

#1, #2, #3, #?

CW: ooc, cringe prob

WC: 3.5k

Mark wasn’t expecting taking pictures to be so… hard? The idea of taking pictures of himself seemed relatively easy but actually putting it in practice was surprisingly hard.

He took punches from his dad during training that hurt like hell, was thrown around like a rag doll and slammed to the ground that left him sore for weeks against everyday villains and been painted black and blue with bruises that stained his body like he was some sort of volunteer for a body painting class.

No matter what was thrown at him, literally or figuratively, he came back standing tall and strong. Yet, Mark was being bested by a phone camera that could not—no matter how many times he embarrassingly posed in the air—take a good picture of him.

To cut himself some slack, it's tricky to try and take shots when flying in the air by yourself while making it seem like someone else took it.

He tried to set down his phone and put it on a three, five, or ten second timer and make it seem like Invincible was taken off guard by a photo around the city—but it was like there was a curse placed upon him that made every single one of them appear blurry, unappealing, and unattractive.

Mark groaned, laying down on top of a random building, his phone beside him. He dug his hands in his hair, pushing his black locks back as he had been out here taking pictures for hours and still didn't have anything presentable for you.

It's been three days since he got your number, and he hasn't been able to start any conversation with you through text. Mark had hoped to start the perfect conversation with Invincible photos, but that plan seemed to be going up in flames with how he had zero presentable pictures.

Tomorrow is a Monday, and he didn't want to see you without having proved he was an Invincible fan to gain some favorability.

He felt really nervous, anxious, and embarrassed. Mark wanted to present to you what he promised with a silver platter, hearing you light up and praise him with blooming happiness.

It felt so stupid, so dumb but—ugh. He wanted to hear you sing praises towards him, just like how you sing praises to his superhero counterpart all the time.

He would never get riled up or upset about the fact that you would constantly insult and verbally abuse his character every chance you got, but for some reason, he easily gets worked up when his mind would track back to your admiration towards Invincible.

He had this jealousy towards Invincible that he had a hard time coming to terms with. For Pete's sake, Mark was Invincible but every time he imagined you practically drooling over his superhero counterpart in spandex, he wanted to beat himself up.

It was ridiculous. Mark knows he's him, but you don't.

Mark wants to hear you say something nice about him. A praise, a compliment—anything that Mark earned fair and square without the mask. Even a simple "hey, good job I guess!" would suffice.

As long as it comes from you, the most beautiful and gorgeous girl he has ever laid eyes on, he'll be set.

.

.

.

... What.

His body tensed as he immediately sat up from the floor, his face burning with a pink flush as he had taken in the thought that crept inside his mind.

Sure, he wasn't going to deny the fact that you were beautiful—you are! You take care of yourself like crazy with the products you buy and use every time he saw you at school so it's perfectly natural to think you're a very pretty individual—well, even without those he knows that you'll still look amazing!

Mark would be crazy to think you’re not! Hell, if you gave him the chance, he'll kiss the ground you walk on just because of how attractive you are to him!

... What.

His cheeks flushed a deeper pink, edging close to red as his hands flung to hold his face. What was that?! Mark internally screamed as steam was practically emitting from his face because of his embarrassing thoughts.

He felt sick, his stomach doing backflips as a sudden whirl of images of you appeared in his head.

Mark stared and observed you long enough that all angles of you were burned into his memory. Those long moments he looked at you during class was now biting him in the ass, leaving him a redden mess as he tried to calm himself.

That—is definitely not a creepy way to think about a potential new friend, right?

It's nothing weird, he thinks—or more so he tries to convince himself.

He's simply stating the obvious to no one but himself! Perfectly normal thing to do! Mark just really wants to be friends with you because you’re awesome, you’re into nerdy stuff like him and you'll make a perfect potential new candidate for friendship!

Perfectly normal to stare at your number and jot down potential first messages in his notes app to find the perfect one to send to you!

Perfectly normal to rehearse how to talk to you in the mirror for the past three days so that you'll start to see him as a cool guy rather than the guy you hate with a burning passion!

Perfectly normal to search up what other stuff he can buy for you and start putting some money on the side reserved just for you if an opportunity like that ever happens again!

Perfectly... normal... yeah. Normal friend stuff.

"So, this is where you ran off to?" A familiar deep voice snapped him out of his thoughts, causing Mark to jolt. Before standing up, he scrambled to get his phone and put it behind him. "Imagine my surprise when your mom woke me up asking where you were."

"D-Dad! Hheeyy." Mark cringed; his cheeks were still dusted a light pink. "What, uh, what are you doing here?" He squeaked out.

"What are you doing here? Your mom's been looking for you." Nolan raised a brow, looking at his son with curiosity. He was wearing his Invincible suit and was obviously hiding something behind his back.

"N-Nothing! Nothing. I just went out flying for a bit, heh." Mark shrugged his shoulders, trying to remain casual to hide the fact that he had been out here taking pictures of himself for you.

How much time had passed that his dad went out looking for him? It's been a couple of hours sure—but not that long, right?

"Uh-huh." Nolan nodded his head slowly, not convinced at all by the reasoning. With Mark's entire arm hidden by his back, it was clear that his son was hiding something. "I take it that whatever is behind your back is a part of," he paused, raising his hands to do air quotations, "flying?"

"Yup! Exactly!" Mark nodded quickly, toeing around his dad while still shielding his phone behind him like it was some sort of ancient relic. It would be embarrassing if his dad found out what he was actually doing—he would never live it down.

"I'm, uh, going to do some more flying! —so just tell mom I'll be back in a jiff!"

"Have fun with your 'flying'—and whatever your hiding behind there." Nolan let out a dry laugh, watching his son's cheeks flush into a deep shade of red as he stuttered out a reply.

"Behind my—whaaat? I don't know what you’re talking about dad," He raised his free hand to do a circle motion to his head, "I think old age is getting to you—uh, anyway, bye! Gotta go take—I mean, fly! See you at home!" Mark yelped, leaping off the building and taking flight.

Nolan watched the blue and yellow silhouette of his son disappear, zooming past a building with so much speed that he had never seen him have before.

He paused before letting out a deep laugh, shaking his head.

Mark sat at the dinner table. He was helping his mom by folding pieces of square paper into origami swans. It was for leaving a nice touch to the houses that his mom was selling—or something like that.

He didn't really know the whole reason why, listening to his mom absentmindedly as he was busy tapping his foot as his hands mindlessly moved on their own, thinking about you and the photos that he took today.

The recent ones he took before coming home were surprisingly better, but not anything crazy good. They looked so immature, like a baby with wobbly hands took them.

"-rk? Mark?" His mom's voice called out to him, and Mark snapped out of his thoughts. He accidentally ripped the paper origami that he was halfway into making, startled at suddenly hearing his mom’s voice.

"Uh, yeah?” He laughed awkwardly as he stared at the blue paper he just ripped, sheepishly pushing it aside. “Whoops.”

"What are you thinking about? I've been calling your name for five minutes," Debbie laughed, shaking her head as she grabbed the swan origamis that Mark had mindlessly folded. "Thinking about something important?”

He shook his head, his leg jumping up and down.

“Okay. How about someone important?—"

"No!" Mark straightened his back at the mention of 'someone,' an image of you flashing in his mind. His anxious leg stopped bouncing, coming to a halt as he blinked at his mom.

Debbie raised a curious brow at his reaction, his reply to what she had innocently asked being a bit too fast.

Her son cleared his throat, trying to act casually and brush off his odd behavior. "Ha, I mean, no. Nothing important, really."

"Hm." Debbie let out an amused hum, wiggling her eyebrows at her son's contorting face. It was funny, but almost sad how clear his emotions were written on his face. Even though a part of her wanted to find out what was going on with him, she sighed as she decided against it. “Whatever you say, Mark.” She chuckled.

A small silence passed between them, before Mark broke it. "You know, actually, mom I do have sort of a question to ask you."

"Yes?"

"Hypothetically," Mark cleared his throat, gesturing with his hands. "would there be a reason why someone would randomly just hate another person?" He shrugged his shoulders, trying to seem disinterested at the possible answer.

"Hate? That's a strong word. Are you sure hate is the right word in this 'hypothetical' question?"

"Yeah! Like, really hate. Hate to the point," Mark didn't notice the small smile that crept on the corner of his lips, but Debbie certainly did, "where she—they insult you every day and call you a creep and stuff."

Debbie was taken aback at this, blinking before responding. It was obvious that this situation was about him and some other person, specifically a girl with how he fumbled on his words. “Can I have more info about this—“

“Hypothetical—“

“—hypothetical situation?”

Mark squinted, blowing raspberries before speaking again. “Like, this girl, just really hates this guy for some reason even though the guy didn’t really do anything. Or at least, not that he remembers.” He sheepishly elaborated, grabbing another square sheet of paper to continue folding.

“Oh, he must’ve done something alright. No one just hates someone for no reason.”

“But he doesn’t remember doing anything bad!”

“It doesn’t have to be something drastic—it can be something so small that really impacted her.” Debbie explained. “We’ve all disliked a person for the pettiest of reasons that doesn’t really make sense. Something that was so unmemorable to you was so memorable to her, it happens.” She shrugged.

“Yeah, okay, but—wait me? This, this isn’t about me, mom.” He caught her words, his cheeks warming. “It’s a hypothetical question for someone I know at school. Not, pfft, not for me.”

“Sure.” Debbie nodded, a sly smile on her lips. “Not for you.”

“Mhm. Anyway, what do you think the guy should do to get the girl to not, y’know, hate him?” He brought a hand to rub the back of his neck, scratching his nape awkwardly as he inquired.

“Spend a lot of time with her. Even if you have to force some situations.”

“Spend... time with her?” Mark deadpanned; the solution she provided sounded too simple to work. 

Debbie nodded, already seeing the gears turning in his head as he ingested her words. “Just find ways to be constantly around her. Show her you aren’t as bad as a guy that she thought you were from whatever mistake you did.”

Mark hesitated for a moment before speaking, thinking long and hard about the simple wisdom his mom had bestowed on him.

Suddenly, he stood up, knocking his chair backwards as he ran over to the staircase. “Thanks mom! That really, really helps actually!” He smiled, stepping on the stairs. He halted, popping his head around the corner. “But again, the hypothetical situation wasn’t for me—it’s for someone I know from school.”

"Sure it is, I'll believe that when pigs fly!" Debbie sang, wiggling her brows at her son that had a deep flush spread through his face.

"Nice talk, mom!" Mark waved a dismissive hand, running up the stairs to his room.

Argh, it isn’t hard! … Just send it… Send it!

Mark internally screamed at himself; his eyes glued on his phone that was laid flat on its back on the comfort of his bed.

He had been going on a cycle of pacing around the room and staring intently at his phone screen trying to convince himself that sending a message to you wasn’t going to be the end of the world.

But honestly—it might. What if you decide to block him because his first message was weird? Sure, he worked hard on it, but he worked hard on a lot of things yet still screwed it up!

He dug his fingers in his scalp, kneeling in front of the open phone screen that had a chatroom open. The profile picture of the letter of your first name was taunting him, Mark imagining it was sticking its tongue out with how stupid he looked for the past forty-five minutes.

The Vasian had already typed out the message he wanted to send, picking the best one from his notes app. Now, if only he had the strength to just—push the send button!

Mark thought to consult William about this, but he would never live it down. His best friend didn’t need a reason to actually believe that he was into “getting off” at mean girls.

Not that he would ever get off to you in a million years! That would be disrespectful—and indecent! You didn’t deserve to be only used as some sort of finishing material!

Mark Grayson groaned, “Aaahh, what am I thinking?!” He jumped on his best, his phone bouncing. His thoughts suddenly shifted to masturbation rather than sending a text message to kick start his plan—those two didn’t correlate at all!

From his mom’s simple words of wisdom, he realized that she was right.

If he were to force you two to hang out with each other so frequently, you would start not hating him because of how you’ll realize he was a perfect friend for you!

You wouldn’t hate him anymore! Whatever he did to make you hate him so much just—poof! Gone!

… But how is he supposed to make that happen when he can’t even pass the first step of his plan?!

Mark bit his lip, staring up at his ceiling as he fished for his phone that he jumped next to. His fingers grazed over the open screen, accidentally hitting some letters on the keyboard as he tried to grasp for his electronic.

Ping!

His heart froze, the familiar sound of a message sending sounding next to him.

He scrambled to sit up, making his neatly folded bed a mess as he accidentally knocked down one of his pillows to the floor.

He shakily brought his phone to his eyesight, trembling as he saw what he had just done.

Mark Grayson Hey👋🏻 It’s Mark Grayson. You gave me your phone number at the mall 3 days ago. I have the photos of Invincible if you want to take a look 😄 I’ve been busy so forgot to show you😅 z zsl ᴰᵉˡᶦᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ

“Z-Z-S-L?” He read his mistype out loud when his fingers accidentally brushed up against his keyboard. “Who sends Z-Z-S-L?! That wasn’t supposed to be there!” He shouted, embarrassment overriding his entire nervous system.

Should I delete it? No, it’ll only delete on my end—not hers! Fuck, fuck, fuck—

Mark Grayson Hey👋🏻 It’s Mark Grayson. You gave me your phone number at the mall 3 days ago. I have the photos of Invincible if you wanna take a look 😄 I’ve been busy, so forgot to show you😅 z zsl ᴿᵉᵃᵈ

(Y/N) (L/N) oh

(Y/N) (L/N) thats ok ig

(Y/N) (L/N) lemme see

Mark's phone had immediately buzzed three times in only one second after he sent that message, his eyes in shock that you replied so fast. He had expected to wait for a few hours for hours to receive a response, but that seemed to be not the case.

He swallowed thickly, nervous but happy that he got your attention.

Mark Grayson Okay👍🏻 Sending them now🙃 ᴿᵉᵃᵈ

Mark Grayson [5 photo attachments] ᴿᵉᵃᵈ

Mark had only sent you a third of the pictures he had taken today, making sure to choose the best ones.

His back was up against the wall as he had his phone only centimeters away from his face, not blinking so that he would read your reaction the millisecond it seconds.

He subconsciously held his breath, the minutes ticking by so slowly. If he wasn't half viltrumite, he would've probably passed out with how long he was holding his breath for.

(Y/N) (L/N) jsjdjsskk

(Y/N) (L/N) my brain short circuited wtf

(Y/N) (L/N) im legit creaming my pants

(Y/N) (L/N) n u took those ?? thank GOD ur smooth brain didnt mess up those glorious pics

(Y/N) (L/N) hes so fineeeeeeee

Relief crashed over him, his tense muscles relaxing as he let out a giddy laugh. He rolled to his side, his smile reaching his ears as he took a moment to reread your text messages.

Even through text, you were endearing, and it seemed like you were more softer. While you still called him stupid, it was definitely less explosive if you were physically in front of him.

God, he was so happy you liked them.

Mark Grayson Do you believe me that I'm also an Invincible fan now?😁 ᴿᵉᵃᵈ

(Y/N) (L/N) idk wouldnt u like to know weather boy

Mark Grayson ? ᴿᵉᵃᵈ

(Y/N) (L/N) but actually good job n the pics, theyre so up close n personal

(Y/N) (L/N) thx

Mark let out an unimaginable squeal. It sounded inhuman—had he always been able to make a noise like that!? Was it possible to feel this happy and overjoyed over just a few pixels?

He hurriedly replied with a thank you, trying to come off like your small praise towards him wasn't a big deal to him. Which it totally was, but you didn't need to know that.

Mark Grayson Do you want to hangout after school? 🤔 ᴿᵉᵃᵈ

(Y/N) (L/N) tf hell no

(Y/N) (L/N) why would i willingly choose to be seen in public with u

(Y/N) (L/N) i already gave to charity n that was 3 days ago

Mark Grayson Not even if I have more Invincible stuff to show you? 😄 ᴿᵉᵃᵈ

(Y/N) (L/N)keys

Mark Grayson raised his brow. "Keys?" He whispered, tilting his head in confusion.

(Y/N) (L/N) fine wtv, but ur getting in my car so i can swerve in a nearby tree if i have to

(Y/N) (L/N) i know u dont get bitches so its a new experience but

(Y/N) (L/N) dont drool in my car ok creep

(Y/N) (L/N) i'll bill u the cleaning fee if u do

Mark Grayson I won't do that I promise ᴿᵉᵃᵈ

Mark Grayson I'll see you at school tomorrow then! 😊 ᴰᵉˡᶦᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ

Mark Grayson Where do you want to go after school? ᴰᵉˡᶦᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ

The read receipts suddenly turned into delivered, and he pursued his lips in disappointment. Though, his spirits lifted as he reminded himself that he got to successfully get you to hang out with him after school!

While the details of where you guys would be going will be fuzzy since you didn't reply, Mark still took it as a victory!

... Now, he just needs to figure out what Invincible stuff to you show you since he promised it. It couldn't be just more pictures; it had to be something more than that.

Mark sighed—at least he had 24 hours to figure it out.

keys = kill yourself

How I feel updating this fic after a month has passed:

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Exquisite update as usual bestie thank u for feeding us

Ah, thank you anonymous for this nice compliment 💕

I grabbed chapter four from the deep freezer and lazily heated it up in the microwave and served it to you guys in a doggy bowl—thank you for thinking it was an exquisite meal 😼😼😼

me when I have to feed my 700 kids (followers)

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bonsu:( how heartbroken are we (me) going to be for mask mark at the end. give it to me straight it doc 😰😰

heyyy,,, 👋🏽

uh, I don’t imagine you guys will be heartbroken—I think.

I can’t give it to you too straight (cause I’m queer ha get it slaps my knee) but my post before this has a spoiler if you really want to be diagnosed…

But genuinely don’t think you guys will be chugging 12 cold beers for mask mark at the end 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 trust trust

Thanks for sending this anon!

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HIII!!! i’m too shy to come off anon im sorry 😞 but i was curious about something…

just ignore me if this touches spoiler territory, but will the ending be with mainstream mark? cause i love him but you made them all so lovable… if it’s the case r asks welcome after the story closes about what it would be like to end up with the other variants? OK BAI IM EMBARRASSED

Hiii!!!

That’s okay, stay as anon be mysterious 💕

Also sorry for the late reply, did NOT mean to ignore you 🥀 I’m happy I made them all so lovable for you, that’s great to hear!

Expand the post for spoilers!

My intention is to definitely make you pair up with Mainstream Mark in the end. Firmly decided that when I wrote chapter 2

Sorry if that might’ve burst your bubble 😭

Hm, about the asks after the fic ends, possibly? I’m just apprehensive to say a definite “yes” or “no” because I truly don’t know what I’ll be thinking and deciding in the future

But free feel to send them after the story ends! The door is always cracked open, so take advantage of it! I probably won’t do them immediately but oh well I guess am I right

Thanks for sending this! Don’t be embarrassed for sending this ask, I’m happy you did! And thanks so much for enjoying the fic so far 🫡🫡

💕💕💕

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THEY HAD A CHILD?!? AS IN BABY??

Also I need a backstory of every mark variants with reader cause WHATTT?!?!

HAHA YES!!! A BABY!!! Wrinkly ahh baby with you and Omni-Mark’s DNA in it!! He cracked you open and gave you the backshots of doom 😝

Too bad he didn’t like the kid too much … 😀🧍🏽‍♀️

Bro if I do write a backstory on the mark variants, the tone of them would be SO different from each other im cackling just thinking about it

I’m actually getting giddy thinking about Omni Mark’s backstory like a lil freak though 😭 it just seems so fun to write cause of what I’ve mapped out in my head if I do do it.

I feel like his story would be the top 3 of most entertaining lolol—at least for me 🙃

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I'm So Hungry I Could Eat Your Ex │ Oliver and Mark Snippet

Very small snippet of Oliver doing the "I'm so hungry I could eat …" trend on Mark

CW: ooc, does not fit anywhere in canon plotline, very short

WC: 1.6k

Oliver was giggling to himself while holding an old, clearly worn-out phone that he had found two weeks ago when he was aimlessly walking around the house.

It was boring to be left alone, and it was only natural that he went snooping around drawers and cupboards in search for something to entertain himself.

That was when he found an old phone that used to belong to someone else in the house, the older model and the scratches that littered the front of the screen clear that it had a previous owner a long time ago.

Though it was his now—not that mom or Mark knew.

They said that he wasn't allowed to have his own phone until he was older and was taught properly about internet safety. Which was stupid, he'd been on the internet before on Mom's phone and it wasn't like it had fists to fight him!

Not that he would lose if it did—he'll so kick its ass.

Using his not-really-brand-new phone, he found the App Store and began downloading a bunch of stuff.

It was mostly mobile games with bright flashy colors and the simplest game mechanics known to man, but he became hooked on them quickly. That was until Oliver became slowly fed up at how each time, he finished a level, a one-minute advertisement would pop up to interrupt his fun.

He associated his phone to simply playing games when no one was around, not really thinking anything more of it.

That was until one of his mobile games advertised TikTok to him, and he was so curious on seeing what it was he downloaded it immediately.

And boy, it was the best thing ever!

Oliver discovered so many funny things and discovered funny people! He followed everyone and anyone that made him laugh, and he actually began gaining some mutuals because of how active he was in every comment section he came across.

His favorite thing right now however was the trend that was going around about people saying they were hungry and calling out the name of the person's friend that they shouldn't know—it was hilarious!

Oliver kicked his feet in the air, the phone close to his nose as he opened up the comment section.

XxsupercoolkidxX 😂😂😂ts so funny i gotta do it 2 my bro

He got a notification that someone replied to him.

bonsubear LOL do it n post it while the trend is still alive !!

XxsupercoolkidxX ok😂😂😂😂

Oliver jumped from the couch, floating in the air with his phone still in hand. He scrunched his brows as he tried to think how to get the funniest reaction from his brother, not really knowing how to find out the names of any of his friends.

Especially one that would get a big reaction out of him.

Eh, he'll figure it out!

He snooped around hard enough to find this thin, black book that was lying around the house. It was stashed inside the corner of a closet, clearly tossed and forgotten about as soon as it hit the wall.

In front of the cover was written in a white marker, Mark Grayson, with the year written next to it.

This belongs to Mark!

Opening it curiously, it was a bunch of photos with words next to it. He had an unimpressed look on his face as he flipped through the pages absentmindedly, not really interested in what the paragraphs had to say.

He came across endless pages of random people posing for a picture, and Oliver pouted as he thought this was boring.

That was until he came across a page that had a picture of a girl with curly hair, the frame around her picture adorned with hearts drawn on. The colors were pink and red, with yellow stars next to it.

Underneath the photo portrait was the name Amber Bennett, and it seemed like Mark really liked her.

“Hehe.” Oliver giggled, a mischievous grin blooming on his face. His lips resembled that of a cat’s smile with how the corner of his lips curled, rounding upward. “Perfect!”

Mark Grayson was sitting at the dinner table, having entered the house through the sliding doors. He was stuffing his face with the dinner that they had last night, heating it up in the microwave moments prior.

He was hungry and tired, practically shoving the food down his throat without swallowing with how empty his stomach was. He had pushed off not eating because of so many things happening for too long, the stomach pains while flying over here actually caused him some trouble.

Oliver flew around the corner, hiding the phone behind his back that was already recording. He had a sly grin on his face, Mark not noticing as he was too preoccupied by filling his stomach.

“Hey Oliver.” He greeted lazily, not sparing a glance as he barely chewed his food.

“Hehe, hi.” Oliver giggled, already unable to suppress his laughter that was bubbling in his throat. He hovered closer to his older brother, shifting the phone in his hand to face his direction. It was slanted, but it still captured Mark eating—completely unaware what was about to happen.

“I’m—pfft—I’m so hungry right now.” The purple-skinned boy snickered, covering his mouth with his free hand.

“There’s still leftovers from last night.” Mark pointed out, still not looking over to the direction of his younger brother that was having difficulty in holding it in. “Go heat it up for lunch, it’s still good.” He commented, stabbing his fork inside a cube of meat and popping it in his mouth.

Oliver shook his head, dismissing what his brother had told him to do. Mark was about to plunge his fork into another piece of meat, Oliver continuing to speak. “No, like, I’m so hungry right now I could eat Amber Bennett.”

CRACK!

Mark hand slipped, the fork going straight through the ceramic bowl that held his food in and impaling itself inside the wooden frame of the dining table. His head whipped to Oliver, his eyes wide and blinking like crazy, processing what his younger brother had just said so casually.

Oliver jumped, startled, letting out a nervous laugh.

“How—what I—how do you know her?!” Mark stuttered, looking at Oliver as if he had grown a new set of arms. He stood up from his seat, the chair getting knocked back and falling on the floor with a thud.

He let out a nervous, but deranged laugh not knowing exactly how to take his brother bringing up the first ever girlfriend he’d ever had. “How do you know her? How—ah—Oliver how do you know who that is?”

“Uh... you never get hungry for some Amber Bennett?” He shrugged. The camera was still filming.

“Wait—well uh, I used to I guess—okay that’s beside the point. Oliver, how do you know who that is?” Mark repeated the question again, walking towards his younger brother. He narrowed his eyes, noticing the phone peeking out of his back that had the flash on.

“Are you filming me? Whose phone is that?”

“It’s mine.”

“You’re not allowed to have your own phone yet! I didn’t get my own phone until I was fourteen!”

Oliver stuck his tongue out, blowing raspberries. “Sucks to be you! I’m mom’s favorite!” He taunted, bringing the phone in front of him to emphasis his point. “Got my own phone and everything.”

Mark scoffed, shaking his head. “I’ve been with mom for 18 years, I’m pretty sure I’m her favorite. Now, give me that phone—how’d you even get that?!”

“No!” Oliver screeched, turning on his heel in the air to run away. “I still have to post this!” He screamed before running out of the room, Mark quick on his trail.

“Post?! You are not old enough for social media!”

“I’m old enough for some Amber Bennett!”

“No, you’re not! Never say that again!”

Oliver burst out laughing, his smile reaching his ears as he landed on the wooden sleek floors just in time before Mark swung his arm in attempt to grab the younger Thraxan hybrid.

The momentum he was going at in the air didn’t transition well when he hit his feet on the ground, his socks causing him to slide across the floor. His eyes widen as he was hurled straight into a wall, crashing inside of it leaving a gaping hole of his silhouette behind.

He let go of the phone he had in his hand, the electronic flying across the floor.

The front door suddenly opened, Debbie holding a bag of takeout that she had bought before coming back home. She looked up, a gasp leaving her lips as she immediately noticed the gaping hole that was inside the wall of the hallway.

Oliver hissed, rubbing his head while he stepped out of the hole.

“Oliver!” Debbie gasped out.

Oliver jumped, looking at his mom. “Uh,” his eyes flickered at the hole in the wall that was obviously shaped like him. He raised a finger, pointing at Mark who was standing behind him, trying to muffle his laughter. “He did it! He pushed me!”

“What?! I did not push him!”

“You so did!”

“I so didn’t! Stop lying!” Mark turned to his mom, pointing at his younger brother. “He has a phone somehow! And he brought up my ex!” 

Debbie looked at the two of them like they were wild, shifting her gaze from Oliver to Mark. She was confused on what was happening, not expecting to be greeted so soon with chaos. “What?”

“What’s an ex! I said Amber Bennett stupid!”

“Stop saying her name—how do you know her?!”

Oliver simply stuck his tongue out, “Amber Bennett! Amber Bennett! Amber Bennett!” He repeated like a mantra, Mark raising his voice as he grabbed a hold of Oliver’s shoulders—shaking him back and forth in an effort to interrogate him.

 Debbie sighed, shaking her head as they continued to bicker loudly.

Oliver I'm so hungry I could eat the fine piece of ass called your older brother aka Mark Grayson !!

also this is just so random whyd i write this

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You're Dead Everywhere But Here │ Invincible Variants x Reader x Mainstream Invincible │#4

#1, #2, #3, #4, #5 ...

Main Mark and the variants fighting until they realize something's missing. Finally, some peace! But there's something around the corner...

updated as of 07/18/2025

CW: ooc, violence, mild gore

WC: 8k 8.1k

You tried to use the Invincible variant that was holding you as a stepping stool to give you a jumping leap, but he quickly acted as he grabbed a hold of the heel of your foot.

You yelped in surprise, not expecting a quick reaction as you slipped and fell downwards. Not wanting you to fall, he used his free arm to wrap around your leg to catch you.

You were now dangled upside down in the air, pressed against the variant's muscular body.

You grunted, straining your neck to lift your head away from Mask’s legs so you wouldn't be smothered against them. You pressed against his knees using your hands to create more distance from the lower part of his body, extremely displeased at this bad positioning.

"Wait, wait a minute!" He stumbled; his voice was close to a begging tone as he had a firm but soft grip on you. It was evident that Mask didn't want to hurt you. You didn't care as you thrashed wildly against his hold, wanting nothing more than to get away from the man.

Trying to loosen the grip he had was strenuous with how this positioning actively worked against you, making it hard to get out of.

It felt like you were a fish caught by a hook—no matter how much you struggled his grip didn’t let up. Hell, it felt like the more you did the more he made sure to hold you even tighter.

"Fucking shit!—Let go of me!" You yelled through gritted teeth as you tried to look up as you kicked your legs wildly, though it was difficult to do so with how close your two bodies were.

"Just listen to me, I won't hurt you—I want to help you!"

You grunted, shaking your head. "I am not finding out what your sick definition of help is!" You retorted, refusing to even play with the idea of hearing what this blue and black variant had to say.

It would be a very stupid and bad decision to spend one more second with this Invincible variant, especially with how ‘great’ the previous interactions with the others were.

It was really absurd, incredibly ridiculous, and absolutely infuriated you to your core. Being caught off guard and captured, then thrown into a dingy prison basement, and then to top it all off being used as an asset against your will was already upsetting.

But it didn't just stop there—your supposed opponents that the G.D.A told you to fight were some deranged, mentally ill freaks that wanted nothing more to push their delusions onto you because they apparently had a relationship with—well, you?

You were expecting a fight. A brutal, disastrous fight where you were crowned victorious in the end. That’s how all fights go—how all fights should go. It was the basic formula known to man.

Instead, it was some big reunion where they all drooled over you like a bunch of slobbery dogs looking at their long-lost favorite toy.

You would’ve rather been beaten to death then ever go through that again!  

Each fiber of your being wanted to run away and come back with a flame thrower to kill each single one of them, exterminating their annoying asses to guarantee you’ll never see them again.

Especially that black and yellow degenerate.

"Okay, okay!" He panicked, "I can see how this looks but you have to trust me!" Mask desperately pleaded, a whine scratching at the back of his throat as you continued to fight against him. "I got you away from the others, they're way worse—"

"Oh!" You rolled your eyes, a scoff quick to escape your throat. "My hero, my hero! Thank you so much for rescuing me!"

You clasped your hands together, each word dripping in sarcasm. "Say, what do you want as your reward? Money?" You asked before pausing for dramatic effect. You let out a wild fake gasp. "Oh, of course not! Me, right?"

Mask was taken aback with that witty response, defensive words choking in his throat as his cheeks heated up underneath his black mask. "No! (Y/N)—No, I—that's not what's happening!"

You furrowed your brows, digging your fingernails in his knees. "Either way, I don't want to fucking know what is happening!" You replied, spitting out the curse word with venom.

You brought your head close to his leg, opening your jaw wide. You clamped your teeth down hard, making sure to make it hurt as much as it can. Your teeth sunk into his skin through the thin layer of spandex, the soft sensation yet sturdy muscle meeting your mouth.

The Invincible variant gasped in shock, not expecting the sharp sensation of your teeth to dig inside his leg. His grip loosened, allowing you to finally wiggle out of his grasp.

Even though his mind didn't know how to react to this, his body certainly did. His foot jerked to your face, and before you could raise your hand to block it his foot already contacted the top of your forehead.

It was immediate, and your head swung backwards from the kick.

It didn't take you long for you to hit the ground, the road splitting in half as you were smacked to the ground—rolling like an unstoppable boulder.

You crashed into a fire hydrant that stopped your momentum, but at a consequence of it busting open and water gushing out everywhere. The water sprayed on the ruined road, the cracked sidewalk, and onto you.

Your prison jumpsuit quickly became soaked with water from the broken fire hydrant, the loose fabric sticking to your skin making it hug your silhouette.

At first, Mask didn't realize what he had done—watching you crash into the fire hydrant not registering that he had been the one to be the cause. When he finally realized, he was fast to descend down.

"I'm, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to kick you like that, I don't even know why I—are you okay?!" He hurriedly rushed to your side, crouching as his eyes looked at your forehead that was forming a noticeable bump.

Water still escaped from the fire hydrant, but it turned into a light lawn spray as he looked at you.

Your eyes hazily opened, pushing yourself up using your elbows. You slapped a hand on your forehead, your brain feeling like it shifted with how hard the kick was. You winced, jumping at how there was already a bump forming.

The variant next to you was repeating apologies, reciting them like scriptures. You couldn't really pay attention. Your blurry vision taking its time to adjust as your hearing made everything around you, particularly Mask's voice, sound like white noise.

"—let's get you somewhere safe," Mask hurriedly looked around before landing his eyes on you again, "someone might've heard that. We have to go." He spoke with urgency, placing a careful hand behind your back.

Your blurry vision quickly became clear, and hearing returned to your ears, your healing properties finally kicking in and fixing the damage that had been done to you.

The bump that was rapidly swelling on your forehead also died down. You blinked, your eyes finally trailing to the Invincible variant.

He was too close for comfort, and you tensed as you felt the hand that was cupped on your back. Your gaze moved to his face, and his goggles were completely void of glass besides the small remnants that edged the outline.

His brown eyes were on full display, and they looked deeply into yours as if they were the only thing worth peering into. It was clear as day how much blind affection, softness, and worry filled those eyes.

It made your skin crawl to be viewed with so many tender emotions for so many reasons, one of them being that you knew it wasn't directed towards you. It was someone else who was a different version of you that got to experience another life than the one you have currently.

You felt like a second rate to some weaker version of you that died. A version of you that didn't even have powers.

Though you guess if you had to admit you were a speck jealous. Those versions of you probably had normal lives, normal hobbies, normal jobs—normal everything. Even if their life wasn’t that pretty, it probably was better than what your life was right now.

Although that small trace of jealousy disappeared as soon as you remembered they had the misfortune of dating Invincible. The Invincible variants were whack, crazy, and probably made their lives a living hell.

You grimaced and shrunk away as he reached a hand out to you, aiming to caress your forehead with his blue gloves. Your face contorted into a glare; your hand flying to secure his wrist and fling him behind you like he weighed nothing but a grain of salt.

Mask was flung inside an empty cafe, breaking through the brick wall and through the marble counter. A pot of cold coffee that was abandoned at the workstation during evacuation fell on his shoulder, pouring out and staining the side of his suit.

You pulled yourself up, the soaked clothing making you shiver uncomfortably. I need to change out of this.

You looked around to see where you were. Even though the surrounding buildings and structures were decimated and resembled more of an apocalypse than a functioning city—you thankfully were able to recognize what part of Chicago you were in.

You squinted, trying to jog your memory. You had made secret deserted spaces that people and the city itself forgot existed as hide outs. Those places were for you to retreat and hide in whenever you were finished doing your routine destruction and ‘rough housing.’

That's how you were able to run and disappear so fast whenever superheroes tried to capture you during your ‘hobby.’ It was funny hearing them frustrated and angry when you slipped away, their muffled voices coming behind the entrance of one of your many hideouts whenever they walked past one.

At least, that's how it used to be. Other superheroes seemed to have moved on from you, the only super showing up to stop your reenactment of Godzilla movies on the city before being locked up behind bars was Invincible.

.

.

.

It was odd, honestly.

To totally toot your own horn, even though you were a regular menace and an everyday pain in the ass that everyone became ‘use’ to—you were still that, a menace.

You knew that the secret organization sent any hero near your vicinity to deal with you before you could cause any more indirect casualties—but they seemed to have changed their mind one day and only sent Invincible.

Sure, he stopped you each time—but it must’ve not been efficient to send him every time with how quick you were to get to wrecking shit. There was no way he was the closest to you every single time with how you made sure to pick different spots to remain unpredictable.

There was rare times when other superheroes did get the chance to fight you instead, but it always went back to that same grinning hero.

If you didn't know any better, it felt like he called dibs on you.

You couldn’t help but think that because there were multiple times where he unknowingly stood near a concealed hideout you were in. It was easy to eavesdrop him conversing with himself, overhearing mutters and incoherent whispers.

His mutters were always along the lines of hoping you were okay, that you'd heal and recover quickly, that he hoped he made a good impression this time—and something about how he should stop running to you?

You got a slow, sinking feeling form into your stomach as you thought more about this world's Invincible.

He was always weird, treating you differently from other criminals. You always chalked it up to be a potential hero complex, all superheroes having some mild form of it. That’s what you theorized, anyway.

Saving the city, saving civilians—it's inevitable that a shiny new hero thinks they can save a villain from the mess they are.

It wasn't the first time a super thought they could change you, ‘fix’ you for the better. You always spat out a harsh refusal over and over again until they finally gave up. It was easy, just be an insensitive prick and they wished the kind words they spoke to you were punches instead.

Invincible was the longest, being stubborn about offering you redemption and friendship no matter how much you drilled it into him that you won't budge.

You literally beat it in him with each encounter, but he would show up once again with a smile whenever you were out and about.

You became used to seeing him, even with how annoyed you were each time. It became familiar to just randomly turn around and see him staring at you while you were punching holes inside a building, like a shadow waiting to be acknowledged.

However, he was still a good guy—at least, you think. Experiencing these different versions of him made your head wonder if he had more interest in you than he should have beyond just the potential hero complex and annoying moves for friendship.

It seemed like all his variants so far did, having some sort of romantic relationship with your counterparts. You didn't want to think it but—did your Invincible hold some sort of affection for you?

Of five variants of five realities, Invincible liked you in each one of them.

What's to say this reality was any different in that regard?

What's to say that he didn't view you more than a criminal?

What's to say that your Invincible wasn't like them?

You swallowed thickly, forcing yourself to snap out of your train of thoughts.

That just wouldn't make sense, Invincible viewing you in a romantic way. It just logically wouldn’t. You treated him lower than dirt more times than you can count—he'd have to have his own form of delusion to form lovey-dovey thoughts for you.

You had to hold out hope that your Invincible was a good, weird, but normal superhero. If the Invincible variants were searching for you—you needed help getting them off your back until this war blows over somehow.

"Don't fucking touch her!" You heard Mask shout, and you turned around to see what he was screaming at. As you did, you were met face to face with an Invincible variant that had sneaked up behind you. They wore a similar get up to your Invincible's suit, but they had washed out colors and bigger goggles.

Your eyes widen, looking behind the newly appeared variant to see Mask approaching fast with his arms out. You were fast to sidestep, the newly appeared variant getting pushed to the ground where you previously stood.

You heard someone land behind you, and you turned around in a defensive stance to see that another Invincible variant had shown up.

Before he could get the chance to say anything, you jumped at him—socking him in the jaw. Twisting on your heel, you used the small momentum to kick his side. The variant was kicked to the ground, the wind knocked out of him.

You jumped backwards, your back hitting someone else's. You looked over your shoulder to see that it was Mask, his fists raised ready to fight the variant he had roughly pushed aside.

Shifting your head to look at the sky. There were two more variants that were preparing to throw themselves at you, both having different versions of the yellow and blue Invincible suit that strayed far from the original.

You clicked your tongue, pressing your back further into Mask's as you knew if you fought them all by yourself, you'd be in deep shit. "If you're serious about helping me—then you'll help me get out of this alive. Then you'll fuck off and leave me alone."

"I can do the first one but..." His voice was muffled behind his mask, hesitance clear in his voice. His brown eyes flickered behind him, your hair in his view and the press of your back sending shivers down his spine.

Mask breath wavered, forcing himself to tear his gaze away from you to refocus on the Invincible variant that was picking themselves up from the floor.

"I won't do the second one. I'm sorry. I'm not leaving you."

Mark huffed, trying to fight off the exhaustion that was threatening to overtake his body. He didn't know how long he was fighting these evil versions of him, but it must've been less than an hour with how the sky didn't shift to a different hue at all.

They were doing a number on him and to each other with how they were all strained in some way. Ragged breathing, minute slower movements, and taking any opportunity to catch themselves before jumping back into the chaotic fight.

The only variants that didn't seem completely worn out were Viltrum and Sinister—but even then, the two seemed out of it like the rest of them were. [1]

"Are you kidding me with this bullshit!" Mohawk Mark screeched, his snarky voice making every variant pause. "Why the fuck are you fighting us?" He pointed, hovering next to Omni-Mark whose red cape was half torn.

Mark jumped, not expecting everyone to collectively stop fighting to look at who Mohawk was pointing at—which was him.

They all took in Mohawk's words, being interested to know the answer to his question. Either that or they were taking advantage of the rare stillness.

"What, what do you think!" He stuttered out, his voice squeezing as his body became more agitated than it already was. Mark felt on edge, like each nerve of his body was exposed. "You all think that you can just kidnap (Y/N)! They don’t belong to either of you!"

"They don’t belong to you either." Omni pointed out, his eyes narrowing at Mark with haughtiness. "Please, remind me again, what relationship do you two have?" He quipped, tilting his head in amusement.

Mark felt a lump form in his throat, his whole body feeling like someone had just ripped off his skin. Being reminded that these evil versions of him had something that he didn't have was painful—like he was being punished.

To add more salt to the wound that the red and white variant had opened, Mohawk jumped at the opportunity to rub it in Main Mark's face on what he didn't have and ever got to experience—you.

"We dated—got together senior year of high school and continued dating when she went to college." He let out an airy laugh, gesturing at the lower part of his body with both hands. "Suck it."

Viltrum took the surprise pause of the fight to add in his own relationship with you, tone flat but lighthearted—an invisible smile on his lips. "We married. I met them the first time I went to Earth on the rooftop of their apartment complex."

His eyes flickered to the punk-style Invincible, the mention of college making him remember something. "... It was after they dropped out."

Sinister laughed, a playful grin gracing his lips. "Pfft, those are stupid. Mine was an inspiring journalist who wanted to bring me to 'justice'—oh, how it was practically destiny that they landed themselves to be my plaything." His hands twitched, thinking back on the first time he met you.

A smug, almost shit eating grin danced on his lips. "I could tell it made them feel alive, even through their senseless wailing. No matter how hard they tried to hide it, that bitch enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed them."

Omni shook his head, waving his hand as if all the words that the others spoke were meaningless. "She was my pet, the only perfect thing that could be my wedded partner.”

His lip quirked upwards, recalling the first time he saw you. "It was a long process to domesticate them, but it was worth everything." He chuckled before his smile faltered, transitioning to a frown.

"Oh, and we had a child together." He shrugged his shoulders before continuing, speaking casually like it was nothing too extraordinary.

He seemed displeased to have remembered that fact, his expression turning sour. "Shame there wasn't much use for it. Got in my way more than being convenient."

Mark choked on nothing when he heard that, his soul feeling like it got kicked out of his body as he tried to recover from the shock.

He burned his stare in the variant that resembled the suit his father once wore like he had just grown two heads.

"Child?—Child?!" He screamed, shaking his head as his mind was swirling with all this information that hit him at once.

Viltrum huffed hearing that, avoiding looking at Omni. "(Y/N) and I would've produced a child eventually." He murmured, defending himself like it was some sort of competition to who hit more milestones with you.

"Ugh, that's pointless! Why have a child?" Sinister rolled his eyes, thinking that it was absolutely absurd that his counterparts would think of having an offspring. His posture was relaxed as he voiced his thoughts. "Their body should only be available to me, not something else."

He hummed, as if agreeing with Sinister, "It was a good enrichment for a while, then the thing got annoying." Omni explained. "Didn't want to keep it around anymore."

"Anymore? The fuck that's supposed to mean?" Mohawk questioned, both hands settled on his hips. With how he phrased it, he didn't think it was farfetched to assume that his counterpart did something horrible to the child.

Omni-Mark stayed silent, not responding. That earned a raised brow from Mohawk, suspicion surfacing through his sharp features.

Mark finally snapped out of his shell shock, interrupting the variants' small conversation. "Fine, maybe I don't have a relationship with them like you guys had." He began reasoning, his eyes blinking fast behind his lens.

"But that doesn't mean I don't care about them, that doesn't mean I don't want her just as much as you all do—probably even more!" He gestured, shaking his head frantically as he raised the volume of his voice the more he continued his speech.

"I want to be close to them, I want them to be mine, I want them to..." His voice died down, closing his eyes before opening them again, "to feel for me like I do for them." Mark confessed in a hushed tone.

The words escaped from him faster than he could think of them. "I like them." He admitted, the complicated feelings that he had dealt with for so long surfacing brightly without being pushed down into the void of denial.

It was like a wave of clarity washed over him, crashing down on him so unexpectedly.

The first time he saw you, intense feelings bubbled up in him that he never experienced before. It only became worse the more he saw you, being consumed with the feelings that overtook his thoughts.

Mark Grayson began secretly begging the world to let him hear that you're out there so he can chase after you—the light at the end of the tunnel that only shows itself every once in a while.

Whenever he was with you, it was like his whole body was alive. He never felt like he ever truly lived before meeting you, each part of him waking up as soon as your presence basked his soul and body like sunlight.

It didn't make sense; there was no rhyme or reason why he felt this way. It was so wrong, but so endearingly right.

It felt so right just to be near you, look at you with so much affection and adoration that it was unmeasurable.

He drowned in thoughts about you that hijacked his mental space, each nook and cranny of his mind tied to you somehow. Each time he resisted and pulled away; he rushed back in with a tighter grip than before.

This pull never happened with Amber, his first girlfriend and the first person he'd ever been intimate with. As well as confess his superhero identity.

He liked her— loved her, cared for her and had feelings for her, but it wasn't the same. She just wasn't you.

Amber didn’t make him feel like his whole life purpose was fulfilled by just watching you do whatever, tracking your movements like he was writing them down in the folds of his brain. The physical contact he received from you, mostly violently, didn’t cause his body to soak up each centimeter of it like it was starved for it.

That subconsciously seeped into their relationship. He put so many things above Amber, missing so many places that she wanted him to be present because he was her boyfriend. He put their relationship on pause countless times to be a superhero, saving the world and saving lives—it was hard to drop it for her.

Though it came easy when it was for you, not for Amber.

Then there was Eve. She was a great person, helping Mark to understand what it truly was to be a superhero. She was there by his side and understood the hardships that the world relentlessly threw at him, giving him an open shoulder to talk about his problems.

It made sense their natural friendship blended into something more. She pulled him in—but not in the same way.

Eve didn't compare to you, not even close. Mark wanted her to, grounding himself and swallowing down this claim that she was the one—his girlfriend, his everything, his.

Everything else came secondary when it came to Eve. That was until he heard you were out there again instead of safely locked away, and suddenly it became easy to leave Eve behind when he was so adamant about staying with her.

He was so immersed in so many things and with Eve that when you were in that cell made by the G.D.A, his mind didn't wander to you so frequently anymore.

Mark didn't have to worry about the next time he'll see you again, always constantly on his feet ready to fly over to you.

Mark didn't have to worry about whether the last time he saw you was the final one, paranoid that you'll suddenly disappear without a trace. The chance to earn a mutual connection with you completely gone.

Mark didn't have to worry because he knew where you were and knew you were okay, safe, alive, and waiting. When things slowed down, he planned to visit you and show you that it was okay to give him a chance.

He wanted—no, he needed to earn your trust, earn your interest. That he could change your mind about rejecting him, even if it meant being a broken record that was on repeat.

Since, in truth, he wanted you to be his from the start.

It was unreasonable, illogical, but it felt more right than wrong. It was stupid, fucking pathetic even just like how Cecil said—but Mark couldn't help it. He tried to deny it for so long, but he couldn't anymore. It was impossible to.

It was love at first sight with you, and he wasn't going to let you get taken away. Mark wanted you to be his, and he'd push everything and everyone aside to get that opportunity.

He raised his voice again, stern and firm. "And I'm not going to let any of you take them just because you all failed at your chance. You don't get do-overs."

"Aw, cute!" Mohawk mocked, lifting a hand to form a mouth puppet. "Practiced that speech of yours with good ol' buddy right hand?" He let out a forced coo, turning his mouth puppet into a circle—going up and down in a slow motion.

That earned a hearty chuckle from Sinister, but not Viltrum or Omni. It also didn't get a peep out of Mask either, not a single word coming from the masked Invincible variant.

"You almost sound as corny as—" He whipped his head around, searching for Mask. His mischievous grin dropped, and the others followed suit in looking around to spot the missing variant.

There were supposed to be five among them, yet there were only four. The yellow and black variant's relaxed posture disappeared as soon as the absence of one of them was brought to his attention, spinning around to confirm that the other's presence was truly not there.

"Jesus, where the fuck is the other one." Sinister growled, snapping his head to the direction of your body. He zoomed past, the others lagging behind to search for your unconscious body.

Mark drifted behind, his heart leaping to his throat.

The place where you were supposed to be—empty. Dried blood and the broken metal fragments of the collar were the only things there.

It didn't take a genius to piece together what happened, and it enraged Sinister how foolishly easy it was to sneak off with you.

Sinister fists clenched, screeching at the top of his lungs at a random direction. "You're dead! " His growly voice carried out, dragging his words across the distance.

Viltrum's hand grabbed a hold of the end of Omni's cape, draping it over his neck and pulling it towards him tightly. "Where did he take her." He spat out, eyes darkening as he tugged at the red cape he was using to strangle the variant.

Omni had quickly dug his fingers in between the space of the cape and neck, ensuring that he wouldn't be asphyxiated. "Your guess is as good as mine." He grunted, bringing his head forward before swinging it backwards—smacking Viltrum's face.

The white uniformed variant let go of his hold, and Omni-Mark whipped around to punch him in the chest, knocking him a few inches away.

"There goes the 'alliance!' Not that it was going to last long anyway. Ugh! He could be anywhere in this shithole." Mohawk grumbled; displeasure written on his face with how a deep frown embedded itself on his lips.

Suddenly, all the variants had something thrown at them, pushing them to the ground. A large wall from the collapsed building nearby was on top of them, the heavy weight grounding and crushing them.

Mark floated above them, having gone and grabbed a fallen chunk of a structure to pin them down. It wasn't going to delay them by much, but it gave him a running head start.

Each second counted to go searching for you and find the Invincible variant that stole you from right under his nose.

He propelled himself forward, flying in a random direction. His hair was pushed back as the wind howled against him; his forehead furrowed. Mark brought his hand to his ear, holding the earpiece that Cecil had given him.

"Donald? Donald are you there?" He asked while looking down, flying above structures. The city had been bulldozed by his evil counterparts, making it look more like a salvage yard rather than an international hub.

"-Uh, yes. I've—I've been here the entire time." Donald jumped, clearing his throat. He was surprised at being suddenly addressed, having been silent this entire time.

He had been observing safely at headquarters, watching through the screen. While the cameras themselves didn't have audio, Mark, having an earpiece, allowed him to finally listen to something.

Donald had been overhearing this entire time, and he had begun to think that the superhero had forgotten he was there. He felt out of place, and he couldn’t possibly interrupt him to remind Mark of his presence. He was saying vulnerable things that seemed rude to cutoff.

"Can you try and find (Y/N)?" Mark queried, scanning the streets below him for any sign of you.

He could care less that Donald may have overheard everything he said—it didn't matter. The time was ticking, and he was not going to leave you alone with your kidnapper nor let some other Invincible find you first.

"Mark I-" Donald shook his head, beginning to speak before being brashly interrupted.

"I don't give a shit what you have to say Donald! Just tell me if you can try and find them or not!" He snapped, his question shifting more into a demand.

Each letter of his words was as sharp as a blade, coming out of the blue which shocked the older man.

A static silence overcame the intercom, and Mark back tracked. He didn't mean for it to come out so harsh. "I'm—I'm sorry Donald that's not what I meant. I didn't mean to-" He sucked in an unleveled breath, "Can you try and find them? Please?"

"... Sure thing, Mark."

You hissed, pulling your hand out of the esophagus that you had forcefully slid your hand into. You ripped the tube out, throwing it aside as the Invincible variant fell on his knees—clawing at the gaping hole in his neck.

The blood gushed out like a geyser as you took a step back, your chest rising and releasing a huff.

Your hair was a mess, tangled and mangled together from fighting the Invincible variants that tried their hardest to take you down and submit to them. They were relentless, and you were grateful that Mask mitigated the fight—doing his part and killing two eviler versions of himself. [1]

You looked over to Mask, the variant lunging a rusty metal bar that he got from a hanging sign inside the chest cavity of his opponent. It hit straight to his pumping heart, a gritted gasp escaping their throat before the light in their eyes disappeared.

Small muscle memory jerks remained, but it died down as Mask dug the metal bar harder—twisting it for good measure. He then pulled it out effortlessly, a string of thick blood and cartilage following as he threw it aside.

Comparing yourself to him, you probably looked like absolute shit. There was hardly any blood on him, the only liquid there being was the dried coffee stain and the damp areas of his suit from the fire hydrant.

You, on the other hand, were covered in sticky blood. Your neck was painted in a deep shade of red, it dripped down from your neck to the collar of your prison uniform. It looked like a badly botched tie dye job, minus the metallic smell that made your skin crawl.

The tips of your hair were dipped in the liquid of death as well, the affected hair forming clumps at the end and hardening.

You hated killing—not because of a moral compass, merely because of the smell that made your stomach feel absolutely sick. You could never avoid making a huge mess, so your face was always met with the waft of blood exposed to oxygen.

You breathed heavily as you blinked to look around. All four variants who tried to jump you and Mask were dead, the one you just killed on the ground—the blood gushing out of his throat formed a puddle.

You swallowed, putting your hands on your knees to catch a breath. The odor of blood seeped into your nostrils, and you gagged as your stomach was not taking too kindly to that smell. It felt like you were going to throw up with how it twisted and swished.

“Do you feel sick?” Mask softly asked, hopping off the variant he had just shoved a rod into.

He surveyed the slaughter you both caused, mentally noting the splattered blood along the concrete. “It’s because of the blood, isn’t it?”

You gagged once again, bringing a hand to pinch the tip of your nose. “Kind of.” You replied bluntly, not elaborating more on it.

“The odor I’m guessing?” He continued, and you gave him a funny glance. Mask rushed to explain, “In my world, you also hated the smell of blood. It always made you feel nauseous—I got good at not getting too much on me because of that." He laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

"Ding ding ding." You clapped lazily. "Never been a fan of it. It makes me want to projectile vomit everywhere."

"You did one time. It was on me though." He joked, but not really. It did actually happen when he rushed to the hospital after a fight because he promised to visit you at a specific time.

Mask had forgotten to change out of his blood-soaked suit with how panicked he was to arrive on time. The moment he appeared by your side from entering through the  window, the metallic smell hit your nose, and you puked all over him without sparing a second to register to face somewhere else.

"I won't do the second one. I'm sorry. I'm not leaving you."

Mask's words echoed in your mind, and you mentally rolled your eyes at the reminder. The only reason why he wanted to stick around was because he wanted to project the variant version of you onto you—all of the variants did.

It was annoying. However, with how more docile and suppressed he was compared to the others, you had the chance to break this illusion of his. It wasn't the first time you've successfully pushed someone away.

You bit your tongue, feeling a dry laugh threatening to escape. "Guess all I did there was be sick and puke on you. Very romantic." You sarcastically responded, looking over to see how the masked variant would react to what you're going to say. "With how weak they were, they  should've died sooner."

"..."

"Honestly, they managed to pull the short stick of our childhood." You bitterly mentioned, a small flashback to your childhood played in your mind. "If whatever illness I had didn't take me immediately, I would’ve just done it myself. That would've been the best option."

"..."

"Not only were they weak, but they were also stupid too apparently." You added, continuing to watch how he'd react to your words. His eyes were boring into yours, and you didn't peel away from them as you simply glared.

You were ready to dodge anything he threw at you or came at you with, expectantly waiting to move your legs to dodge an incoming fist.

A second passed, then another, then another.

“... Haha!” He suddenly burst into a small fit of giggles, raising a hand to cover his mouth. Startled, you flinched, your eyes turning wide at this unexpected reaction. You couldn’t gauge if this was some kind of ploy to catch you off guard so he can hit you by surprise, but the more he laughed the more confused you got.

“Is something wrong with you?” You asked annoyed, not understanding why he was laughing. His giggles were dying down, and he brought his hand back down to his side. “You found that funny?” He shook his head frantically, taking a few steps towards you.

“No, no. I just—even though your different in this world you’re still the same.”

You scoffed, taking his statement as a lie. “Bullshit.”

“No, you are! When we first met,” Mask took your hand, cupping it into his. You jumped but didn’t pull away as you were curious to what he had to say. “You said something so similar about yourself. Looking back on it, you were trying to drive me away.”

He sighed, “You thought that if you pushed out all the worst traits of yourself, no one would want to stick around.” he said in a low voice, almost recalling it in a fond. His thumb brushed gently over your knuckles, as if trying to soothe a wild animal.

The smooth texture of his gloves sent goosebumps down your spine, causing you to tense. I’m not listening to this. You thought, but his gaze held your body firmly into place, like a nail driven in wood.

"You were wrong, though," he whispered. "It just made me stay longer."

Your breath hitched, your heart squeezing at those words.

You yanked your hand back instinctively, your heart hammering against your ribs in an uneven rhythm. "Don't say shit like that," you snapped, your voice cracking halfway through the sentence. "You don't know me."

“I do.”

“No, you don’t!” You screamed, shaking your head. You stepped away from him, needing the distance like air in your lungs, "I'm not the same as them, I’m different," you muttered, your voice quieter, heavier now. "I'm stronger, I’m powerful—I’m worse.”

He tilted his head, the smile slipping away from his face, replaced by something that looked almost like sadness. Not that you could tell with the mask that covered it, but his eyes expressed it. "Maybe you are," he agreed after a moment. "But I’m happy to learn.”

Shut up.

“I love each part of you, even the worse ones."

You stood there frozen, caught between cursing at him and lunging at him—but you did neither. You just stared at him; words caught in your throat and your hands flexing not knowing what to do.

Finally, you turned on your heel, going to the direction of the nearest hideout you owned. “Come on, we need to go.” You called out, walking without checking to see if he was following.

“We?” He repeated, hope filled in his voice as he quickly trailed behind you. Not bringing attention to the fact you dismissed everything he had just said, not bothered by it.

“Don’t misunderstand anything! This is momentary. I’m tired, exhausted, and clearly can’t think straight with how I’m even letting you tag along!” You grumbled; eyes stuck stared ahead. “You’re protecting me from whatever lunatic of an Invincible we come across.”

“I—”

“And don’t talk.” You whipped around, causing him to halt in his steps. “It lessens the chances of you saying stupid shit and I’ve been dealing with each one of you freaks yapping like it’s a talk show so I deserve some silence,” you hissed, referencing his whole cringe speech, “oh and, ten steps back when you’re walking with me—I don’t want you humping my leg.”

“Got it!” He happily chirped, overjoyed that you were allowing him to be with you without telling him to fuck off.

“Ughhh, shut the fuck up!” You swiveled back around, walking in a faster pace than before. You heard him begin walking at the distance you commanded him to follow, and you dug your nails in the palm of your hand.

This was stupid—you were going back on your word about how bad it was to spend one more second with this variant, yet here you were letting him follow you to your hideout. You wanted to pull your hair out with how you should be telling him to screw himself and to get lost, but you bit your tongue as you merely continued strolling.

Even worse, your cheeks were a tad warm. You hated what he said seemed to affect you. You tried to ignore how your heart was softly rattling against your chest, taking deep inhales and exhales to calm it.

Maybe the forced proximity of being near crazy variants were beginning to rub off their lunacy onto you, making your headspace cloudy.

At least it was only down to one.

An Invincible was standing on the roof of a building, peering down the alleyway that you and Mask were walking in.

He wore an exact replica of this world’s Invincible suit; the one small difference was the fact his gloves were blue at the end of his knuckles. The male also didn’t have the mask on; blood scattered on his face and chest.

His eyes were downcast, his hand over the other, holding it as he stared at you.

It was a way to self-soothe himself, no longer having his favorite person in the whole world to hold his hand anymore. His heart ached at that, breaking more than it already was.

His eyes burned thinking back on how his partner was forever gone—he’ll never see that handsome face ever again, the witty personality, and the easygoing jokes that always made him feel better.

The Invincible would’ve started crying if he hadn’t already squeezed out each tear already. He didn’t think he’d be able to produce any more with how hollow he felt, completely dried out.

He continued to watch intently, having witnessed the brutality you caused minutes prior. He didn’t mean to come across the scene, having been just wandering around aimlessly after doing the orders that Angstrom had instructed him to do.

The variant had stayed silent, watching from a safe distance. He hadn’t expected to find you here, but he supposed it made sense.

The Invincible had been preoccupied thinking about his special one that his mind didn’t think to remind him about you until now.

You were special too. A good, dear friend. You were the second person to truly understand him and be by his side through everything. Accepting who he was and supporting him.

Guilt and grief swelled in his chest as he found himself hovering to you just a few feet away. You were completely unaware of the presence that was stalking you as you silently fumed at the predicament you were in.

Finding you made the emotional weariness drag him down further, like weights were placed upon his chest.

Seeing you made him think of—

“... I miss William...” He croaked out, his voice sounding like it hadn’t been used for such a long time. He whispered out the name William like it was something sacred, holding the name of his dead lover with so much tenderness.

William was his boyfriend and his first best friend, the person he cared so deeply about more than himself.

You were his second-best friend, the only other person in his life that he relied on. The three of you were a great trio that protected each other, being brought together by the wonderous work of his late boyfriend.

You died while trying to protect William, Nolan determined to kill the boy Mark was in love with—saying that having a big of a distraction as William would only hinder him from doing what his life’s purpose was.

There was only so much that you can do against a viltrumite while having the capabilities of being human. You were completely butchered, the overkill that Nolan did was unfathomable. William’s death was less severe; you stood between him and the painful ending he would’ve originally received.

He lost the two most important people in his life that day, dying next to each other and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

All three of you promised to be together in the future, live in the same neighborhood so that every day whenever you and William wanted, you’ll all get together and hangout. Him and William would live in a cozy house just for the two of him, and you would be the next-door neighbor with the key to let yourself in anytime.

That’s what you three had promised—before Nolan ripped and tore that promise apart like it meant nothing.

Maskless Mark eyes shifted to the variant that had his face completely covered, squinting his eyes. He was too late to protect you and William, but he wasn’t going to repeat that same mistake with this dimension’s version of you.

William would’ve wanted him to protect you too—protect you from a stranger. He could practically hear his boyfriend’s nagging voice on how he shouldn’t leave (Y/N) alone with a guy, talking about how creeps would take any opportunity to snatch you away simply because you were beautiful.

“Guys are like dogs, Mark! Their dicks are like detectors looking to stick it in a pretty face!” William ranted they snuggled up together, rewatching reruns of the Bachelor.

He was mad after hanging out with you at the mall. There was two men who tried to make very aggressive moves at you, and you had to pretend that you were dating William for them to finally back off.

“... I’m a guy too?” Mark softly said, tilting his head.

“Yeah, but you’re a good guy! That’s rare! The rest of the cis male population are dogs who are raging assholes who don’t know how to respect anyone.” William quickly said, waving his hand.

William went on to say that you didn’t have the privilege like him and Mark and that you needed extra protection. He jokingly promised that he wouldn’t get jealous because you would never take his sloppy seconds.

His body was suddenly energized, pacing closer behind you both above the tall buildings. For the first time since the death of you and William, he felt something other than sadness and grief. He felt happy.

It was... nice to be reunited with a friend.

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[readingbunny44]

President Bear! Your “You’re dead everywhere but here” has got me in a CHOKEHOLD. Like seriously, this the 11th time I’m rereading this fic. What gave your writing the right to alter my brain chemistry?? Hmm??? Bro’s writing is majestic 😭💕

I must ask, when is the next chapter coming out? No pressure or anything, I’d just like a general update

Luv u and ur mind 😚❤️

-🪼 anon

PRESIDENT BEAR?? HAHA! I'm happy to earn a title 😼

Rereading it?? 11th times?? Aw shucks im kicking my legs in the air and squealing!! I'm so overjoyed you liked it so much, I never fail to get happy whenever someone tells me they like it so much!😭😭

Hmm it must've been the totally not suspicious white powder that dropped in there while you were reading, I snort it before I write to keep myself awake.

When the next chapter is? Hmm it might or might not be posted a second after I post this ask ;)

Thank you so much jellyfish anon!! <3💕💕

[readingbunny44]

You're Dead Everywhere But Here Invincible Variants x Female! Reader x Mainstream Invincible is Soo cool, when will the next part be released?

Hi !!

Thank you so much for finding it cool! I love hearing that!💕💕

The next part will be released this Friday or Saturday—probably around night time? (I always update on night time ngl💀)

I’ve been busy with catching up with assignments and stupid ahh college finals I have to study for 🥀 buttt I’ve finally been able to carve out some time so hehehe 😈😈😈

I literally did not mean for the new part to take this long, I blinked and it’s been more than a week wtf 😭 I hope this doesn’t become a pattern 😀

Thanks for sending this Anonymous! 💕💕💕

[readingbunny44]

This may be really stupid but like whenever I'm reading (or rereading let's be honest your stuff is really good-) your dead everywhere but here story but like I don't really imagine y/n??? I don't imagine one of my invincible ocs either lmao I'm imagining bakugo from bnha. I don't know how this happened. Send help

Omggg thank you so much for rereading my stuff?? I experience straight up pure joy whenever I hear that, I have the same surprised pikachu face each time 😭💕

BAKUGO FROM BNHA?? HAHA I guess I could see it but that’s a real shocker to me 💀 I mean, as long as you’re still enjoying the story then yay 😭

IM RUNNING TO HELP YOU we can see if a lobotomy helps hehee 😈😈😈🪡🪡🪡

Thanks for sending me this, it made me giggle HAHA