Invincible characters react to their first kiss with you ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕩 𝕊𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕕𝕖; ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*
Rex stood with his arms crossed, watching Y/n talk to Bulletproof. She was smiling just a little, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, answering something shyly — and it made something twist inside him.
He didn’t even know why he was mad. It just irritated him.
Why was she like that with him?
Loudly — on purpose — he called out:
— Oh, cool. New dynamic duo? Y/n and Mr. Emotionless?
They both turned. Bulletproof just gave a short nod, not getting involved, while Y/n looked down awkwardly.
— What? — she asked softly as she approached Rex.
— Nothing, — he scoffed. — Just wondering if you're gonna be chatting with him all the time now instead of me.
— Yeah. I saw. Smiling at him like he's a stand-up comic, not a walking brick wall.
— No. I’ve got eyes, that’s all. I remember when you couldn’t say two words around me — now suddenly you’re Miss Chatterbox with *him*? Feels kinda… weird.
She went quiet, then said softly but seriously:
— With him, it’s just like talking to a friend.
But with you… it’s different.
Rex looked away, scratched the back of his neck.
— Well… good. ’Cause, you know, I’m kinda used to you being my awkward, shy, ridiculously cute Y/n. Not someone who chats up every guy around.
It’s just… being around you is harder. Because I like you.
He froze for a second, then blurted:
— Was that supposed to be adorable and flustering at the same time?
She giggled, leaning her head lightly against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her casually and muttered:
— Alright, alright… Just no more “buddy-buddy” team-ups, okay?
They stood close — a little closer than friends, a little quieter than usual. Rex was looking at Y/n thoughtfully.
— So… — he said suddenly, — did you ever have someone before me?
She flinched just a little but didn’t look away.
— Mhm. Not even… — her voice dropped. — Not even a kiss.
He froze, then raised his brows and stepped in closer, smirking:
— Hold up. Are you telling me… this — he motioned around her face with his finger and gently nudged her shoulder — this sweet, awkward, horned Y/n — and no one even tried?
Y/n looked down and shrugged:
— I… never really thought about it.
— No way, — he snorted. — What, was everyone blind?
She flushed even deeper, hiding a little in her hoodie collar.
— Ah, I get it now, — he said, drawing it out. — You were saving the moment. For someone… special. Like, I don’t know, some incredibly amazing guy.
He pulled an innocent face, clearly referring to himself. Y/n gave a shy little smile:
Rex gave a thoughtful hum:
— Well, if that’s the case… I guess I could make the sacrifice.
She looked up at him — surprised, embarrassed. And he was already speaking softer now, with that look that always made her heart beat faster:
— Want me to be your first kiss? Only if you promise not to compare anyone to me afterward. No one’s gonna top it anyway.
Y/n giggled through the blush:
He leaned in a little, voice dropping to a playful whisper:
— Mhm. But you’re still saying yes, right?
Rex leaned in and kissed her — slow, gentle, like it wasn’t just a kiss but something a little more. And when he pulled back, he smirked again:
— There. Officially spoiled now.
The rooftop was quiet, bathed in the amber hues of the setting sun. The city buzzed below, distant and unfocused, like background noise in a dream. Up here, it felt like the world had slowed down just for the two of them.
Eve sat with her legs crossed, elbows resting on her knees as she gazed out toward the skyline. Her hair shimmered in the dying light, like it had caught fire in the best way. Y/n sat beside her, close but careful — her hands in her lap, fingers nervously tracing the hem of her sweater.
They had been talking for nearly an hour now. Not about missions. Not about powers. Just… about things. About the little thoughts that filled their heads at night. Favorite songs. Old cartoons. Secret fears. Eve had a way of listening that made you feel seen, and Y/n always found herself saying more than she planned.
Then Eve turned slightly, a playful smile on her lips.
Y/n looked down quickly, tugging her sleeves over her hands.
— Mhm. You always do that when I look at you too long.
Y/n tried to laugh it off, cheeks now fully warm.
— Sure, that’s why you turn red like a strawberry.
Eve nudged her gently with her knee, teasing but soft. Y/n peeked up through her lashes, finally letting out a breath.
— It’s not just the way you look at me. It’s… you. You always make me nervous.
Eve blinked, genuinely surprised.
— You’re confident. You always know what to say. And you’re beautiful. It’s kind of… a lot, when I’m sitting this close to you.
Eve was quiet for a moment, her smile dimming into something softer.
— That’s funny. Because you’re the one who makes me nervous.
Y/n looked up, eyes wide.
— Yeah, seriously. You’re so… genuine. You don’t fake anything. It’s like when I talk to you, I can’t just hide behind all the stuff I usually do. And that’s kinda scary. In a good way.
Y/n blinked fast, heart thudding.
Then she said it. Barely above a whisper.
— I’ve… never kissed anyone before.
The words lingered in the air, delicate and vulnerable. Eve’s eyes searched her face, not for weakness — but for truth. And when she found it, her expression only softened further.
Y/n shook her head slowly, tucking her hands under her chin like she could hide in them.
— I always thought I’d know when it was right. But it never was. Until now, maybe.
Eve inched closer, slowly — like she was afraid to break the moment.
— Y/n… would you be okay if… I was your first?
Y/n froze, breath caught in her throat. Then, after a beat, she nodded.
Eve reached up and gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, her fingers brushing Y/n’s cheek. The touch was light, reverent. Their eyes met — and held.
When Eve leaned in, she moved slowly, giving Y/n every second to change her mind. But she didn’t. She leaned in too, heart pounding, and when their lips touched, it was like a sigh — soft, unsure, but full of promise.
It wasn’t a dramatic kiss. No fireworks, no rushing. Just warmth. Care. A quiet electricity that pulsed between them like a heartbeat.
When they pulled back, Eve rested her forehead gently against Y/n’s and whispered, her voice a mix of wonder and playfulness:
— Told you. Not so scary.
Y/n smiled, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes shining.
— Only because it was you.
Eve let out a small, breathy laugh and brushed her thumb lightly along Y/n’s knuckles.
— Guess that means I did something right, huh?
— You did everything right.
And for a while, they just sat there — shoulder to shoulder, hearts a little lighter than before, as the sky shifted from gold to deep blue.
𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕤𝕠𝕟 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄
The park was nearly empty by the time they reached the quiet path. The wind rustled lazily through dry leaves, and the rare lampposts seemed to breathe light softly, not in a hurry to disturb their solitude.
Y/n sat down on the bench first, tugging the sleeves of her sweater over her fingers. Mark sat beside her, just slightly to the side — that awkward kind of politeness when you want to be close, but you're afraid to scare someone off.
— "Feels like the whole world’s already asleep," he mumbled, staring into the shadows beneath the trees.
— "But we’re not," she replied softly, with a gentle smile.
A bit of silence followed. Then Mark started telling her about how Rex tried to heat up a frozen burrito in the lab microwave and nearly caused a small explosion. Y/n let out a laugh she couldn’t hold back, hiding her mouth with her sleeve, and Mark smiled with relief.
— "I’m glad you came," he said after a pause, scratching the back of his neck. His cheeks were slightly pink, though he tried to hide it by looking away. — "You always kind of… hide a little. But I’m really glad you didn’t hide from me."
Y/n squeezed her fingers together.
— "I do hide," she admitted quietly. — "I’m not like the rest of you. Sometimes it’s easier — to stay quiet. Just to be near."
He turned toward her — and this time, his whole face flushed. Even the tips of his ears and his nose turned pink.
— "But I like when you're near. Even when you’re quiet. Especially then."
She lowered her eyes but didn’t turn her head. Stayed silent just a bit longer than she should have.
— "Can I… say something dumb?"
— "Only if I get to say something dumb too," he replied with a soft smile — and another blush.
— "You would’ve noticed anyway. Even if I never said anything."
He froze, holding his breath for just a second. And when her words fully registered — he flushed instantly and visibly. Cheeks, ears, even his neck.
— "I… me too. For a while now. A lot."
Y/n clutched the hem of her sweater awkwardly.
— "Do you… do you want to kiss me?"
He swallowed, nodded quickly, then exhaled a shaky breath:
— "I do. But only if you do too."
She didn’t say anything — just nodded, barely.
Mark leaned in slowly — carefully, as if he was afraid of breaking something fragile. His lips met hers gently, almost hesitantly. The kiss was light, warm — like breath in the cold. So careful. So honest.
When he pulled back, Y/n still had her eyes closed. Then she whispered, barely audible:
Mark froze. Then blushed again — deep and bright.
— "Then I… I hope it was… good. I really tried."
She giggled softly, and he smiled too — calmer now, though still visibly pink.
— "Want to know something dumb?" he asked.
— "I wanted to do that ever since… you accidentally froze the door and then apologized to it."
Y/n snorted, clutching at his sleeve.
— "And you still wanted to kiss me after that?"
She leaned in a bit, resting her cheek against his shoulder. And he, still a little flustered, wrapped an arm around her — careful, like holding a fragile gift.
And that’s how they stayed — in that corner of the park, beneath the quiet glow of the streetlamps. As if the lights themselves were softly blessing the beginning of something new.
𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 𝔸𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕟 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄
They were sitting aboard a small observation shuttle, quietly drifting in orbit above Earth. Through the transparent dome above their heads, the planet glowed in its fragile, blue beauty.
Allen turned to Y/n — his smile was wide, but not cocky. Just… warm. Kind.
– You know, – he said, tilting his head slightly, – you humans have this amazing thing. You give meaning to "firsts."
Y/n looked at him, a little puzzled.
– First meetings. First words. First glances. First kisses...
He paused, then continued a bit softer.
– Where I’m from, it’s more about efficiency. But the longer I spend here, the more I understand – a "first" isn’t just a moment. It’s… a memory. Something you keep.
He looked at her more seriously.
– I don’t want to just be part of your experience. I want to be something… good, if you’ll let me.
Y/n froze, looking at his face, at the kind, slightly sad eyes that suddenly held an entire universe of understanding.
– I… – her voice trembled. – I’ve never…
Y/n gave a shy smile, her cheeks flushing.
– I don’t have to. I just… want to. But only if you do too.
She was quiet for a long time, looking into his eyes. Then – slowly, but steadily – she nodded:
Allen leaned forward carefully, giving her time to change her mind. His hand lightly touched hers — warm, steady. And when their lips met — for a second, for a breath, for forever — she didn’t just feel nervousness… she felt a deep, quiet calm.
He pulled away gently, smiling:
– That’s going to be one of those “firsts” I’ll remember forever too.
Y/n let out a soft laugh through her light daze:
– Even though you’re from another planet?
– Especially because I’m from another planet.
Allen pulled back slightly, and there was a flicker of nervousness in his eyes. He cleared his throat like something was caught there and said as casually as he could:
– So, if I understand human customs correctly… now we’re supposed to… eat ice cream?
– Or… wait… – He frowned in thought. – Watch a movie under a blanket? Or officially declare ourselves in love? Is that… protocol?
Y/n giggled, covering her mouth:
– No, not… I mean, not all at once.
– Aha! Good. Because I’m still not sure when exactly I’m supposed to give you flowers or meet your parents.
He leaned in slightly and whispered:
– I actually prepared a speech. Just in case I had to ask your father for permission to date you.
Y/n nearly choked with laughter:
Allen shrugged with mock offense:
– I put effort into it! It included the line: “I respect your daughter and, as a representative of the Coalition of Planets, I humbly request your diplomatic support in the development of our romantic alliance.”
– You’re insane, – she laughed breathlessly.
He nodded with mock seriousness:
– It’s been medically confirmed. I have two hearts. Which means I can be twice as in love.
Y/n blushed, staring at him, and then he grew unexpectedly serious:
– But right now, both are beating for you.
And for just a second, despite all the laughter and awkwardness, her heart beat a little faster too.
They sat on the edge of the tech deck, surrounded by the soft hum of machines and dim lighting. It was almost empty here — as if time had slowed down. Y/n kept sneaking glances at him, trying to understand how he felt. Not how he looked — but what he felt like. The texture of his place in the world.
— You look a lot, — he said quietly, not looking directly at her. Just stating it.
— I’m sorry. I just… — she swallowed. — I can’t help thinking that you…
He turned to her slightly, calm and composed:
— Not him. Not one of them. Not Rex.
She gripped the sleeves of her sweater, exhaling through her teeth:
— Yeah. You talk like him… look like him… But you’re not him. And I keep waiting for someone to realize that — besides me.
He was quiet for a long time.
— It matters to me… that you see it.
Y/n looked down, then slowly turned her head toward him.
— Can I ask something weird?
— All of your questions interest me.
— Well… — she hesitated, — what’s it like? Being… you know… real?
He looked at his hand, like he still wasn’t quite used to it.
— Complicated. Unpredictable. Sometimes too… loud. But it’s better than living behind glass.
Y/n blushed a little, but didn’t look away:
— Can I… touch? Just… curious.
He looked slightly surprised, but didn’t pull away.
She carefully reached out and touched his wrist, running her fingers along his skin — it was warmer than she expected. Soft. Almost normal. But still… not quite. It felt like touching something that wasn’t supposed to be real, and yet was.
— Amazing, — she whispered. — It’s like… someone built a person out of all these parts, but it still turned into something real.
He smiled faintly — barely noticeable.
— Maybe that’s what a person is.
She stayed still, still holding his hand.
— You’re not like the others. I don’t know how to explain it… but it’s not about the body. It’s about you.
For the first time, he looked a little uncertain. And quietly said:
— Then maybe I don’t have to be afraid of being myself around you.
She was still holding his hand — uncertain, but not letting go. At some point, their fingers intertwined, and Y/n flinched slightly at the unexpected contact. He looked at her slowly, as if considering something.
— You’re trembling, — he said almost in a whisper.
— I… I’m not used to being this… close, — she murmured. — With someone who feels everything so clearly.
— I’m not used to it either. This… is a new protocol.
She let out a soft chuckle, then quickly covered her mouth, embarrassed. The corners of his lips twitched — almost a smile.
— Would you like me to try something off-protocol? — he asked, looking at her with such quiet intensity it made her chest tighten.
She couldn’t answer right away. She just nodded slightly. Barely.
Robot slowly leaned in — carefully, as if approaching the edge of a cliff. His hand was still in hers. And the moment their faces drew close, Y/n closed her eyes.
The kiss was quiet. Hesitant. Not out of fear — but out of newness. As if they were both learning to breathe again. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t long — but it held more than just a touch. It held recognition. An attempt to be honest. Courage.
When he pulled away, she kept her eyes closed for a moment longer. Then she opened them — and for the first time, looked at him differently. Not as someone strange or confusing. But as someone real.
— That was… — she stumbled, but her eyes were glowing, — …very off-protocol.
— Then I’m glad I broke it, — he replied softly.
Y/n laughed — quietly, blushing, full of warmth. And he simply looked at her, as if truly seeing her for the first time — and understanding: yes, he had Rex’s body… but to her, he was becoming himself.
𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 𝔻𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕚-𝕂𝕒𝕥𝕖 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄
They sat on the roof of an abandoned building, catching their breath after the fight. The sky was painted in golden-pink shades of sunset, and in the distance, the echoes of battle still lingered. The air smelled of dust, blood, and exhaustion — and yet, it was surprisingly quiet.
Kate stretched, brushing grime off her shoulder.
— Honestly? You were amazing. I saw how you covered for Monster Girl — that was badass.
Y/n smiled shyly, glancing away.
— I just… acted without thinking. Probably just lucky.
Kate turned to her, a bit closer now, her voice softer.
— That wasn’t luck. That was you. Every time, you're getting braver.
Y/n blushed, hugging her knees. But she stole a glance at her friend — a little longer than usual. Kate noticed. Her gaze grew warmer.
— I just thought… — Y/n whispered, unsure, — you’re beautiful.
Silence hung between them for a moment. Then Kate gave a small chuckle.
— And you’re adorable, you know that?
Y/n let out a tiny squeak and hid her face in her knees.
— I mean it, — Kate added, quieter now. — And… I noticed. The way you look at me.
Y/n tensed, ready to retreat, but Kate leaned in slightly.
Before Y/n could get scared of her own feelings, Kate gently leaned forward. Their lips met — soft, hesitant, but intentional. It was a post-battle kiss. A kiss after everything. Between two people who were already close… but only now brave enough to admit it.
When they pulled away, a quiet cough came from the edge of the rooftop:
One of Kate’s clones stood by the broken railing.
— Sorry to interrupt, but next time, could you maybe give us, the duplicates, a heads-up before… y’know, that starts?
Y/n turned bright red, covering her face. Kate sighed deeply.
— You’re my clone. Haven’t you learned tact?
— I’m a copy, not a saint. I was on lookout duty… and then this happened. What was I supposed to do, not watch?
Kate rolled her eyes and turned to Y/n with a half-smile.
— Remind me to delete her later.
Y/n laughed softly, hiding her face against Kate’s shoulder. And for the first time all day, her laughter wasn’t nervous — it was warm and full of light.
