Characters: Mark Grayson, Samanta Eve, Rex Splode, Shrinking Rae, William Clockwell, Powerplex, Mohawk Mark, Sinister Mark x reader (separately)
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Mark Grayson / Invincible
Mark mostly sleeps on his back with arm holding you close
Recently he started having more restless sleep, moving around a lot, doing small jerky movements with his arms, kicking in his sleep
and even having nightmares that wake him up in the middle of the night searching for you
Can't seem to sleep well unless you're by his side
you feel guilty for even getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night just to come back to a sad Mark sitting on your bed waiting for you to return
Samanta Eve / Atom Eve
Due to her powers Eve isn't one that likes to have loads of blankets or pillows as she sleeps
her body is like a mini star from how hot she usually runs
so her preferred sleep position is far from romantic, which is butt to butt
just enough contact to assure each other that you're there but no grabbing unless you want to wake up as if you just ran a marathon
and you also run the risk of her snoring from sleeping in a weird angle
nothing really bad, but if you're awake you might hear it
Rex Splode
Now Rex may've had gone through some major personal growth since his very close brush with death,
but sleeping Rex didn't
sleeps like a starfish smack in the middle of the bed no matter what you do
if you do choose to share a bed tho he will sleep on top of you, arms spread and snoring loud
in the off chance you can wake him back up Rex will practically jump off you apologizing profusely, promising to not do that again
but no matter what, in the morning you still wake up in the same position
and no matter how big the bed is, Rex will still seek you out in his sleep to crush you with his body
Rachel / Shrinking Rae
Rae enjoys sleeping on her side, blankets only over her waist holding you close
She doesn't snore nor move much from that position, once she's asleep she's out
one of the best napping partners tbh
though you do need to get used to her shoving her face in your chest as she sleeps
William Clockwell
William is a true sweetheart, always considerate but brutally honest when needed
that's not him when sleeping
When asleep will is so selfish and he doesn't even realize
he has the horrible habit of hogging all the blankets, leaving you to freeze in your cold dorm room
just to later on kick them all off the bed
once he gets cold again he smushes you against the wall, spooning you like a koala
he just isn't the worst bed mate because his hugs are the best there are
Scott Duvall / Powerplex
Scott used to be an angel in his sleep, didn't move much, no snoring, knew how to share blankets
but since his sister and niece tragic passing it all changed
now Scott is restless, he moves a lot during his sleep, sometimes even waking you up with it
he also sleep talks, which is kinda funny when you can hold a whole conversation with him but not so much when you absolutely need to sleep
Not to mention his frequent nightmares that wake him up in tears, always repeating that day as if torturing him in his sleep
For both of you to have a proper night of sleep you need to hold him still with a death grip to help him calm down
and also to prevent him from accidentally slapping or zapping you
Mohawk Mark
Pushes you off the bed as soon as your guard is down and laughs at your surprised yelp of pain
if anyone even thinks of doing anything similar to you he'll rip their arms off and torture them until they die the slowest most agonizing death he can think of
them owning the plushies :3 like. opening the velcro on the back, flipping the switch to on, and squeezing them, hearing them talk… not living/sentient, just phrases the characters would say yk ?
Rex Sloan, Mark Grayson, Shapesmith, Scott Duval and William Clockwell, and plushies
I hope i did this justice anon, hopefully a good meal. Wasn't sure if this involved boinking the plushies, so they aren't, lmao.
Rex Sloan
Rex hasn't ever had much comfort, after his family sold him into experimentation and all that. Maybe one of the scientists felt bad enough to give him a plushie, and it becomes a big comfort to him even now.
I see him owning one of those traditional plushies. Think a fluffy brown bear with soft fur and a red bow around its neck and a smile stitched onto its face, as well as those warm brown eyes you see on some bears.
Rex is way too embarrassed about the perceived weakness, so he doesn't actually pull the plushie about a lot, only when he's completely alone and needs it.
Rex curling around his plushie, taking his gloves off and brushing his fingers against the velcro on the back, rubbing his face into the soft fluffy fur as he pulls it open and flip the old switch.
The bears voice is a bit slow and scratchy but the affirming loving words make Rex feel so warm and comforted. He keeps squeezing it over and over until he has to turn it off, not wanting to wear it out too soon.
Mark Grayson
Mark owns at least two or three plushies but hes also got a bit of a mental image he wants to keep for himself, so he hides them under his bed. He didnt want to bring them to college at the time, but Mark felt all torn up leaving them at home, so they get brought along.
At least one of them is seance dog, and says quotes from the comics, or if there is an animated show, its from that. The others are different animals, like a white tiger, and a weighted mascot lizard from some kinda zoo.
He holds the plushie against his chest, squeezing it to make it speak its phrases over and over, maybe even repeating along for comfort or need.
Mark kisses his plushies on the forehead too, rubbing his fingers against the velcro on the back as he gives them another squeeze.
Shapesmith
Shapesmith is real excited about plushies, especially the ones that can talk, because they dont have that kinda stuff on Mars, ya know? He ends up with a whole pile, laying on his racecar bed.
He spends way too much time lying in bed, kicking his feet and squeezing his plushies, smiling to himself as they repeat their programmed phrases.
Hes so careful as he opens the different pockets to access the battery and tech inside his plushies, as some have their velcro on their back, and others have small hidden pockets.
I can imagine Shapesmith even asks to get original phrases placed into plushies, because why not. He was given a racecar bed, so why not the plushie of his dreams.
Scott Duvall
Scott would deny any of his draw to plushies or need for them. Hes too focused on revenge and being tough, ya know?
Well, he would be, if the plushie on his bed wasnt calling to him. Not literally, obviously, but like, spiritually, or whatever. The plushie is one of those easter bunnies, with soft blue fur, and a big over the top bow. It used to have a basket with candy in it, but it doesn't anymore.
It doesn't have any batteries, so Scott has to sit down with the plushie and dig out batteries, chewing his lip as he turns it over, opens the velcro, and pulls out the little voicebox inside to slot the batteries inside.
Hes bouncing his leg as he closes it back up again, flipping it over and staring into the plushies glass eyes, before he squeezes it, exhaling at the holiday-themed voicelines.
Scott starts rubbing his face against the fluffy blue fur as he squeezes the plushie over and over.
William Clockwell
William has one plushie on his bed, and that's his best plush. Hes not ashamed of his bond to his plush or his need for it, so what. Hes still embarrassed about acting on it around others though, so he only does it when hes alone.
The plushie is a red panda with a bandana around its neck. William made the bandana himself, and its his favorite color.
William returns home from class and flops down on his bed, pulling his plushie to his chest and giving it a squeeze, only to frown when it doesnt speak like normal.
It results in him having to go digging for batteries, carefully pushing fluffy faux fur aside, opening the velcro with care, and replacing the batteries, ending it with a kiss to the plushies head.
When thats said and done, William lays back on his bed again with a sigh, squeezing it in his hands and smiling as the familiar loving words leave the plushie.
working on an ask with PP so I've been rotating him in my mind
It's a soulmates, neighbours AU set before his introdutory ep
You and scott share a wall, which coincidentally is where each of you plan your vengence on people that wronged you. What you don't know is who your conspiracy budddy is or that they're the same person you've been seeing in your dreams
Pls write something for Powerplex when you can. I literally don't even care what just something I am starving. If you need a suggestion maybe general relationship hcs? But again I will take ANYTHING lol please and thank you 🙏
Sorry for the long wait, couldn't organize my thoughts on this one (and also wanted to save some things for a one shot i've been planning for him)
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Don't trust me - Powerplex x Reader
Scott was hesitant on even starting anything w you, too scared of you getting tangled w the mess that he made of his life
but once you're in a relationship you're in no matter how much he tries to reassure you that he'll understand if you want to walk out, you know how devastated it'll make him
besides, you already got a taste there's no way you're letting him get away
Much like a skittish stray it takes some time for Scott to come out of his shell
once he does you first notice your tasks suspiciously already done or your food already plated waiting you in the microwave
and little by little you also start noticing him lingering around more often, always in the same room but just out of reach
Very clingy and overprotective, to the point of pouting when you go out by yourself, but at the same time he can't trust himself with your safety
especially since he thinks of himself as the biggest threat to you
despite that he can't will himself to not follow you around with big puppy eyes whenever he wants your attention
Scott is really scared of his emotions getting the better of him causing his powers to flare up
that's why he's always nearby but never close enough
He leans more towards book smarts than people smarts so communication is a must in this relationship
no vague gestures either, if you want something you must talk it out with him to prevent any misunderstandings
after some extensive talks with him and reassurance, that he doesn't need to keep you at arms length, that you trust him
he loosens up a little, with some more reassurance and a lot of patience Scott starts to allow you to touch him
to say he's addicted would be an understatement but you try to not say it in fear of him retreating back into himself
Though when he's sleepy Scott seems to calm down, all his worries, all those thoughts of being a threat to you are drowned out by his drowsiness
leaning more into your touch, letting himself lay by your side playing with your fingers
in some really rare days he'll just crash next to you, his arm thrown over your waist and his face shoved into your hair
you almost selfishly want him to always be like this, to always be free of worry and self hatred
it might be something that's better discussed with his therapist though
Just because his pain tolerance is dulled due to his powers it doesn't mean he doesn't feel it
you frequently massage his shoulders to try to help alleviate a bit of it, even getting him some heating pads to help his muscles relax
After all that happened Scott might've become a known criminal to the world, so he's not all that keen on crowds or public dates
instead he prefers more casual dates at home, his favorite being cooking for you and watching a movie until you fall asleep at the couch
it helps him feel normal again, you help him feel normal again
Once you finally get to the point where he feels ok with casual touches again he practically melts into you
always chasing after you for one more hug, asking for cuddles every night, just one more kiss
Speaking of kissing, it's way better that you've ever thought
you've read of electic kisses that gives the characters goosebumps, well that is real with Scott
when you kiss you can feel his power flowing through you and hear sparks coming out of him
nothing dangerous ofc but it scared the shit out of Scott the first time it happened
but now that he know it's safe he can't get enough of you
he made himself so touch starved these past months, he's so pathetic you couldn't not fuck him
Can we get,,, powerplex x male reader ,,,,, /nf ,, i will take anything🙏🙏🙏
this cringe fail girl rly does deserve some more fics even if I have to do it myself!!
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Reboot - PowerPlex x m!Reader
You and Scott knew each other since the first day of college, you got assigned as roommates and immediately clicked the moment you walked through that door
During the semester it was rare to see one without the other, even your teachers would ask you of the whereabouts of Scott if you showed up to class alone
Scott and you used to geek out about super hero comic books, excitingly waiting for the newest releases of your favorite sagas
going out to buy them together and boast about your respective collections
Often joke arguing on who was the better team or which of your favorite heroes would win in a 1v1
sometimes discussing random storylines the writers should've followed instead or character arcs that just didn't make any sense
yk, just very important conversations
Unfortunatelly for you time went by quickly, graduation coming and just like that you're both adults with adult jobs and fucked up schedules that didn't align no matter how much you tried
it didn't matter how many emails you exchanged, life dragged you along and eventually you and Scott grew apart and lost contact
The Sun shined high in the sky, lunch time just around the corner as you quickly approach the corner store for something to eat
Pushing the glass door your stomach rumbles, somehow distracting you from the 3m tall man in a elephant suit flinging a car towards you
you reflexively crouch down despite already knowing there's no way out for you, the car comes flying towards you in a head on hit
A bright flash of light blinds you, you hear a loud crash but none of the pain you expected
you slowly peek through your lashes, the car sits sideways just to your left, smoke pouring out from the huge blast attack to it that saved your life
when you turn to see your saviour memories hit you like the car that didn't
It has been almost ten years, the world had changed so much since then but it seems like fate has reunited you again
despite everything that happened, all the time passed, those eyes are still the same
you don't have much time to gape at him as one of his teammates grabs you, dragging you away from the fight
allowing PowerPlex to fight Elephant Man
"Don't break anything!" they shout back at him after settling you on a bench a few meters away from the strife "did he hit you?" they turn their attention back to you
you shake your head no, unable to find your voice
they glance over their shoulder "then wait here, the medics are on their way" once done checking on you they jump away to do damage control on the fight happening just across the street
It felt surreal, the last you've seen of PowerPlex he was being announced as the newest supervillain on the news and now-
now he's here, a hero, your hero
Just like a D tier background villain Elephant man is defeated swiftly, with no major hitches,
meanwhile the medical team does a quick examination on you, determining you came out unscattered if not for a little scare from the whole experience
they half heartedly shove into your hand a therapist's card, shooing you away to clean their station for the case the rescue team finds any more victims to the villain's attack
You look around a bit more, hesitant to leave already, your eyes soon meet Powerplex
comically being scolded by his way shorter teammate, you quietly approach them planing to patiently wait for your turn
the teammate noticing his gaze is somewhere else gives up on scolding him and just shoos him your way
Scott approaches you fidgeting with his uniform
"hi," you try "thanks for the save..."
he's still staring into the same cracks on the floor you've been scrutinizing "...no need" he finally says
you look up at him "No! I mean, you're like" struggling to find the right words you go back to looking at the cracks "we- we used to be crazy about heroes and all that and now, now you're one "
Scott is taken aback " I guess I did end here" you exchange a breathy laugh "hey, we've got this document for you to show to your boss to explain your absence" he tries a half smile
you let out a gliggle "So this means we can hang out a bit more?" you light up "maybe I could buy you something to eat, you know, as a thanks"
Scott stiffens " I uh," he sighs giving up on trying to make up an excuse " I'm still under surveillance after what I did in Chicago"
"oh" you exclaim " does it- is it ok if I still give you my number?"
"y- yes I... yes, I'd like to have your number" he stutters out
"good, cuz I don't want to lose contact again"
You leave prompted by more personal arriving at the scene, leaving Scott with a scribbled napkin in hand
a smile grows on his face, maybe things will start to look up for him from now on
idk if you still do invincible oneshot but like hear me out right. powerplex and fire powered reader right... but they're soulmates like their powers literally combine/complete each other??
like reader's fire makes Scott's electricity stronger and vice versa.. instead of hurting each other at all whatsoever....like when they touch while using their powers they kinda merge and get more dangerous do u get what I'm saying.
and perhaps reader is also on a quest for vengeance against a man whom the law does NOT care about and they maybe... team up... and get their revenge.......
This may be the longest fic I've written, the changing POVs was very different but also rly helpful. Sorry that there isn't much action but I thought this story needed smt more instrospective
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Between Embers and Sparks - Powerplex x Reader (Dream Soulmates and Neighbors AU)
-You and your neighbor share the same wall where each of you plans vengence on the people that wronged you. What you don't know is who's your conspiracy buddy nor that they're the same person you've been searching for in your dreams
One moment you're lost in thought, the stagnant days bleeding together in a way that your mind can't help but go numb. Numb to the situation you're in, numb to the cold you feel running through you, numb to the emptiness at the pit of your stomach you felt your entire life. Your fire does little to keep you warm, you slug through the path ahead of you, a fog clouds your mind and you can't think straight.
Did you pass through here before? Didn't you hear the voice coming from this direction?
You can't remember, your mind scrambling into itself until you get dizzy from your own thoughts
The flames surrounding you grow, now covering you completely but you can't feel the burn. Electricity crackles by your left, your legs move before your mind could move following it into the blinding mist
Walking in a maze, with walls made out of smoke that shift at the slightest breeze, the only thing guiding you was the sound of electricity that at times tried to sound like the ghost of a voice. Blabbering something that you never understand other than the gut feeling that's calling for you
The skies dark, no stars to guide you through this, you have to be careful with your steps or you would not be able to hear the spectre that calls you over the sound of the gravel path
Tripping over your feet and yet your legs refuse to give out just yet, you're almost completelly burned up, the smell of burned flesh seers into your nostrils, the maze shifts again.
Knees finally collapsing when you're meet with a ball of pure lightning, and something in you tells you that this is what has been calling for you
Opening your eyes you're met with your off-white ceiling, your mouth feels sticky, cold sweat pools under you dampeding your bed in an uncorfortable wet puddle, every muscle that is able to pounds with your heartbeat, aching in pain. It takes all there's in you to drag yourself out of bed into a well needed shower, maybe that would help you with your dream indulced hangover
You've been having these strange dreams since you moved here, always making you wake up with these nasty feelings almost as if you were getting sick just for having them
The steaming hot water runs down your body leaving a tingling feeling on your skin, the almost lava like temperature makes you feel like you're washing away the bad feelings you woke up with but not the memories freshly burned into your mind. Stepping out you try shoving the lonely feeling that's been haunting you on back of your mind and try to focus on your quest
Rhythmic beeps fill the stuffy white room, holding the cold hands of your best friend does little to calm yourself. She's been like this for months, since her boss O'Deorain ignored her concerns over turning their particle acelerator on, now she's stuck to this bed and you, well you got hit with the worst of the explosion but instead of being incinerated it took you apart and made you into what you are now
Something with the power to make him finally listen
"Tara I promise to make him pay" squeezing her hand you take your attention to the shitty TV on the corner playing the annoying and loud dingle of the news
Images of the lab appear on screen with construction workers everywhere, the bastard in question right front and center before they transition back to the new's anchor "Just in, months after the tragic accident in the particle acelerator Mr O'Deorain is announcing the grand reopen the Alfvén labs!" the reporter keeps her professionally fake smile. The room's temperature shoots up with your rising anger, quickly letting go of her hand you see yourself out of the room before your emotions get the better of you, whatever the anchor is talking long forgotten. You have to get out of here before you fuck everything up again
How could he? Does he have no shame? After all that he fucked up he's still has the audacity to open the labs again. Drinking your pipping hot coffee you analise the layout of the labs from when you worked there, knowing O'Deorain he wouldn't want to change things much, he's particular like that
Mumbling to yourself you pounder about how you could slip past the cameras all the way to the top to put an end to all this once and for all. As you trace a clear route your thought process is interrupted by a commotion on the other side of the wall
"INVINCIBLE WHERE'S YOUR REMORSE?! HAVE YOU NO shaME-"
Before you can complain your neighbor suddently stops, thinking that was the end of all that you sip the rest of your coffee and go back to mulling it over. Maybe if you jumped on the second floor balcony from the building next to it you could...
"YOU THINK YOU'RE ABOVE CONSEQUENCES BUT YOU'RE WRONG," your neighbor continues to shout
Your nose scrunches up, you carefully set your glass down on the side table before fisting your hands
"YOU'LL PAY FOR-"
Banging your fist against the wall you yell "HEY KEEP IT DOWN YOU ANIME VILLAIN WANNABE"
At your protest the other side goes dead quiet, you give it a couple more seconds to be sure if that scene has trully ended. After you still don't hear anything you feel yourself cooling down, maybe you did need to step away for a bit before you burned yourself out
Scott still feels the jolt of shame from his neighbor not only yelling at him about his speech but also because they heard him practicing like a overgrown teatre kid trying for the main role
In a attempt to distract himself Scott makes his way down for a convinience store run to get something greasy as an excuse for him getting some air
Stepping out of the elevator Scott immediatelly regrets going out in his old stained pants uppon seeing a neighbor out getting their mail. Putting his head down he prays that they don't see him and he can slip pass without being known as the sloppy neighbor
"Hold the door please!" you call out quickly approaching him with your mail in hand
Scott can't do much more than do you the favor while offering you an awkward thin lipped smile
"Thanks you adjust your hold as the newspaper starts to slip, the front page highlighting the soon approaching Chicago memorial
His face abruptly sours startling you
Noticing your reaction Scott immediately changes his demeanor " Ah, sorry that wasn't about you," he points at what's in your hands " The uh, Chicago Memorial. I can't believe a year after that and Invincible is still free after what he's done"
Looking down you check the front page "Hm yeah, and it's not just him that is running free even after destroying many lives..."
Scott can almost taste his electricity in the air as it heats up, but he never feels the stung that it's needed for his powers to activate, that's so odd. He's so lost in his own thoughts that he doesn't notice the long silence stretching until you speak up once again
"Well, hopefully someone stands up to them" you say stepping fully into the elevator
He chuckles "and hopefully soon..." finally Scott lets go of the door allowing you to go
Despite the painfully blundered conversation Powerplex can't help but feel more motivated to be the one to make Invincible and all those false heroes pay now that he has someone on his side
Skipping his walk Powerplex runs up to his apartment, cleans out his living room giving himself enough space to think things through and make the final decision to steal the kinetic bateries from work. Once satisfied with the progress Scott puts away his coffee mug and goes to bed
Fog clears a path as you walk foward on this old creeky brigde you find yourself on, now you can see more clearly this is not a maze anymore but a small town that reveals itself to you as you tread through the smog
You feel the cold wind nip at the ambers you here call a body, with each step the feeling of being watched grows more, then as if brought by the breeze the voice reaches your ears
This time it sounds clearer, the static doesn't cover it entirely and though you can't make out what it's saying you almost can recognise it
Clouds form into an old decrepit hospital and for no reason other than the voice beconing you, you go in. Inside you cross pass corridors and stairways each older than the next but also more tangible than anything you've ever seen in these dreams
Finally reaching what looks like the end you enter the basement, a metalic smell almost reaches your nose over your own smell of ash, each step vaporising the wetness on the floor you stop right in front of a wall
You're puzzled, you could swear that you heard it coming from right ahead, touching the rust red wall it evanesces between your fingers
It's only then that you're met with the owner of the voice you've been hearing all these nights
standing in front of you is a man made purely of lightning, sparks fly off his yellow and blue shifting form, god he's beautiful
Something on the corner of your eye catches your attention, one of his sparks turns into a warmer and warmer orange eventually changing into an ember, you watch as many other sparks go through the same shift eventually forming into big flames spiraling around him. They mix with your own and you feel something inside you that you can't quite place
Glowing yellow eyes meet yours looking right through your entire being it's intensity burns you more than the explosion have ever had
Your whole body is shocked awake, muscles tense and dificulty to suck in a breath. Your shaky hand rises slowly to be set over your pounding heart
What was that? You've had weirdly intense dreams before but nothing compares to this. It felt like something, someone was actually there staring you down
Hours pass with you tossing and turning in bed unable to fall back asleep, those eyes still fresh in your mind. Giving up you make your way to the kitchen, you pour yourself some milk mixing it with coccoa and use your own flames to warm it up, maybe this will help you calm down enough to sleep until work
Passing by your living room in your way back to the bedroom your map of the labs catches your eye, putting your cup down you start thinking could you really jump down from that high and use your flames to catch you? You've never created such big flames on comand not to mention trying to break a fall with them, you've only ever been destruction since that day
"FUCK!" frustrated you bang your hands on the wall, tear prickle at the corner of your eyes "THIS WHOLE THING IS STUPID, HOW CAN I DO THIS?? HOW CAN I MAKE HIM PAY IF I CAN'T EVEN CONTROL-" you hiccup unable to finish your phrase, resting your forehead against the wall you try not to set your apartment on fire again but your whole body is burning with everything running in your mind
Why couldn't you at least have died in the blast? You were the closest one to the center. Why did it turn you into this? Why save your and not her?? Why did -
"Still in this side. In case you forgot" Your neighbor knocks on the wall
"What, are you going to tell me off now?"
"No, it feels like it was eating you up for a while now. You also have the right to put it all out"
He renders you speechless with his answer, he was dead right and so patient with you, a total stranger. Maybe you were way to harsh on him
"...hey," gently knocking on the wall you call for your neighbor "I'm sorry for waking you up," you rest your back to the wall " and ... for yelling at you the other day"
You hear a soft chuckle from the other side "Don't worry. I couldn't sleep anyways" a thud follows his silence, you guess he's resting against the wall too "and, apology accepted, it must have been weird to hear that whole speech on a random night..."
"It was a good speech"
"You don't need to coodle me," he says with a chuckle "and I really was yelling..."
"Nah, it was good just, you know, own it" you play with your fingers, your temperature has gone entirely back down to normal "if you say it with confidence it'll work great." you try to sound encouraging to him
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind for next time I bother you" he teases you
This time he can actually get an actual laugh out of you, he must be really proud of himself for that "Well I got work tomorrow, so see you then" and with two more knocks on the wall you push yourself off
"Yeah, see you then" is the last thing you hear before leaving
Weeks pass and you don't talk to your new friend, your best guess is that your schedules haven't lined up since your last talk for you to listen to each other loosing your minds in your respective sides
Today you move out under the veil of the night, you got a bag full of bomb, a hand full of flames and a head full of revenge
You manage to sneak in when the construction crew is leaving for the day, using the mess of various people entering and leaving the building to infiltrate without raising any suspicion. Moving fast you go from room to room, setting your bombs up around any volatile chemicals you can find. You then make your way to the main office, waiting for an emotional reunion with that micromanaging egomaniacal asshole. Pushing the comically large doors open you're met with
an empty office...
Of all nights for him to mind his own business it had to be tonight??
Seething with anger you dump the rest of the bombs in his desk leaving with the crowd, with the detonator to start the countdown in your pocket you slowly walk out
With careful steps you reach the limit of the reach of the detonator, activating it you keep walking, trying to make it look as natural as possible to not raise suspicion to you, not looking back until you hear the loud explosion behind you, then following the large crowd of people running away from it, completelly vanishing between them
Arriving home you toss your bag away and flop face down on your couch defeated
Of all times for him to losen up and not be sniffing down someones neck it had to be today??
Digging between the cushions you fish out the remote and turn on the tv. The news anchor stands once again in front of a photo of the Alfvén labs but this time she reports on the explosion, you don't pay attention to what she's saying too frustrated to listen
Shoving your face on the pillow you curse at yourself, mentally apologizing to Tara for failing her since you couldn't kill that bastard
Ok that you destroyed the lab before he could reopen it but that isn't enough you wanted to completelly destroy everything he was
Tall long hallways extend into darkness, only being lit for a second by a flashing red light at it's end, the air feels stuffy making it hard for Scott to breathe
The longer he walks the longer the hallway feels, anguish weights at the pit of his stomach anxiety gnawing at the edges of his heart
Scott's pace quickens trying to find the source of the voice before -
A deafening sound rings out completely drowning the voice, all the lights turn blood red painting the whole scene into a sea of crimson making it hard to discern what's in his way
Stumbling and bumping on near invisible pipes and boxes scattered through the corridor as he runs. Suddently Scott slams against what he now can see are two huge metal doors
His shoulder throbs and crackles back into it's usual shape, it's own buzzing drowned by the sirens. Using both hands the electric man pulls the heavy doors open, the burning smell hits his senses, ignoring it he squeezes himself through finally making it into the room
Inside Scott is met with a person entirely made out of fire kneeling down in the destroyed room surrounded in a blaze. He gasps, realizing that this is the origin of the voice he's been following all this time
Burning hot orange eyes snap to him holding his gaze captive, the heat rapidly rises yet it doesn't burn him. The flames around the room grow bigger and bigger, Scott reaches out his hand for the entity
Grabbing Scott's hand the spectre's warmth washes over him just as they're both surrounded by a huge fire and electricity hurricane consuming the room
Gasping for air Scott sits up in bed, heart pounding in his chest unable to focus his eyes or hear anything over the ringing in his ears
His body feels way too hot and the sweat running down his back does nothing to cool him down
The fire sprite's face burned in his mind, so out of this world but yet so familiar in a way he can't quite place
With a deep breath Scott can finally get air in his lungs, looking to his side his phone marks the 7th, today is the day
Running a hand through his hair Powerplex gets off bed to shower feeling his electricity running inside his veins despite not being charged
Sitting down on your kitchen counter you wait for your pasta to boil, today wasn't that remarkable of a day. The police is still searching for the labs bomber and thankfully nothing led back to you
Your plan, even though it failed, succeded!
The news plays quietly on the background catching your attention. It's talk of a new villain in town, a tall blonde man with electric powers attacking civilians during the Chicago memmorial
Odd, you talked to someone about that a while ago
You keep watching, seeing the recording of the villain, he calls himself Powerplex
You almost instantly recognizes the speech, your neighbor? He's the guy!
God that confidence did work well for the speech, you root for him until Atom Eve kicks his ass. Degected you change the channel and turn your attention back to dinner
Straining the pasta you put it back into the empty pot, dump in the tomato sauce and start seasoning. Humming to yourself you run around the kitchen grabbing herbs and throwing them in the pot
a bit of basil, oregano, olive oil, salt and -
The loud sound of a door slamming breaks your line of thought, your eyes snap to the wall in front of you immediatelly recognizing that it was your wall buddy
you stop humming, listening in on him indistinctly yelling and pacing around on the other side
Finishing to cook you wait out for your neighbor to calm down, once you don't hear anything else in his appartment you approach your conspiracy wall
"Hey," you call out for him, waiting for a bit for his answer you hear nothing, when you think that he won't be answering you're about to go back to your pasta you hear a dejected
"hey you" softly from the other side
"So, I saw you put the speach to use," you try making conversation "you sounded great. All that practice paid off"
You hear a loud grumble that soon gets muffled, you guess he's using his hands to cover his face
not knowing what to say to comfort him you panic "Your hair looked great tho"
"...thanks" he laughs bewildered
A quiet beat passes with neither of you really knowing what to say but not wanting to end the conversation
"Sit with me?" you hear the blonde say
"Of course"
You cross your legs and rest your back to the wall, pasta completely forgotten in the pot. You sit in comfortable silence watching the sky go dark behind your glass balcony door, the cold air running in from the gap you left open
With your legs cramping up you stretch them out over the wood floor, suddently remembering about your pasta
"Hey, did you eat?" you ask thinking of invinting him over to try to properly console him
a beat passes, no answer. Is he still there or has he fallen asleep on you? You wait a bit more for an answer but none comes. Getting up from your place you stretch, feeling the satisfying pop of things falling back into place. With a quiet good night you leave your neighbor rest as you finally go get your dinner before bed
Warm cinders make up what you could call a body, the strong smell of charcoal lingers behind you, smoke rising at each step you take vaporizing all the humidity on the floor. Looking around you're back in what you've been assuming are some kind of woods, the trees almost unrecognizable behind the fog, you only knowing what they are since you've been here many times before, walking this dirt road so many nights that your footsteps are burned onto the ground leading you in circles until you would wake up
Walking further in you come upon a barbed wire fence you've never seen before, have you finally escaped that haunted city? The cries of the creatures so far away you struggle to hear even the loudest of them
Touching the fence you feel the metal melt inbetween your fingers, clearing the path ahead of you almost like water. Pushing ahead in the field you see a trail of footsteps that don't belong to you, though they sizzled the earth the plants around aren't burned. Are they his? Are you close to finally getting what you've been looking for?
Cutting though the fog you find yourself on a parking lot overlooking the dreaded city, you haven't escaped it. You can't ever escape this -
A presence cuts your spiraling thoughts off, turning around you see the electricity man approach you instead of the other way around, this time you can clearly distinguish his form. You can now properly see his sharp cheekbones, slick back messy hair, large strong shoulders and his soft sad eyes.
You've never seen anyone like him before, his presence disarms you in a way that no one else has. Approaching him you can recognize the melancoly inside him
Have you been looking for him or was he the one looking for you all this time?
Letting your guard down you let open up to him, venting about what has been anguishing you, about failing your friend, about how you became this and the monster it made out of you. Tears burn behind your eyes but none can come out before evaporating, you ask for him to sit with you and he obliges
And for the first time since the accident you're able to feel someone else's warmth
Sunlight filters through your purple curtains stirring you awake, sunrays tinted pink by your curtains dyes your whole room in such a warm tint. Siting up you stretch your arms high above your head feeling your back pop vertebra by vertebra, your movements slugish still feeling groggy from the vivid dream and relishing finally waking up without feeling like you were slammed back into your own body
The emptiness that has lingered in your chest for as long as you remembered has eased, almost inesistant as if that dream had somehow healed something deep within you
Opening your balcony you let the cold morning air in, you feel much lighter, lighter than you've felt in years. Steping out you hear on the other side of the herbs wall your neighbor tending to his plants
"Your back doing ok?" you tease him
"Thanks for the help there. You traitor. I thought I could trust you" he retorts back, but there's no bite in his words
That manages to get a laugh out of you "Sorry, sorry. Let me buy you some breakfast to make up to you"
with a audible smile he asks "Is this a date or..."
