#Dexter's Laboratory x Reader

[bones4thecats]

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[ca-8]

Hi hi I hope your doing well after all that and I'm glad your back! And thanks to you I'm sorta obsessed with fusionfall!!

Would it be okay if I could get Dexter with a s/o who's from another dimension? Like they love to dimension hop and time hop.

They have this special pocket watch that allows them to take them and a number of people to different dimensions and timelines.

Another cool thing is they can use that pocket watch as a weapon ÙwÚ

Thanks in advance!

Aww, thank you so much! This means so much more than you think <3 And of course!~

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✫☼ 𝝙𝝚𝝬𝝩𝝚Ɍ 𝝬 𝝞𝝢𝝩𝝚Ɍ𝝙𝝞𝝡𝝚𝝢S𝝞𝝤𝝢𝝖Ⳑ 𝝩Ɍ𝝖ꓴ𝝚Ⳑ𝝚Ɍ!Ɍ𝝚𝝖𝝙𝝚Ɍ (𝝜𝝚𝝖𝝙𝗖𝝖𝝢𝝤𝝢S) ☼✫ (Part 1(?))

If there's one thing to say, it's that Dexter was fascinated by (Y/n) when they first met. He was practically glued to their side once they heard of their power: all the non-stop questions, then the non-stop follow-up questions, and the close up study of their interdimensional bracelet passed down by the Gods of Space and Time--it's safe to say that they grew close very quickly.

But soon, it became more than a fascination. Dexter didn't know how or even the second it had happened, it just did! It went from wanting to hear stories about worlds outside his own to needing to hear that beautiful voice as it weaves through (Y/n)'s poetic words. Taking a glimpse of them as they walked through the hallways with the most adorable curious look on their face suddenly turned into him showing them their latest invention the second their eyes would meet.

And yes, it's that curiosity, it's akin to his own. The way their eyes lit up at the sight of his outstanding craft makes him feel as though heaven rained down miracles upon him. So much so that it made it to the very top of his priority list whenever he gets his hands on his wrench. Now that the war with Fuse is over, he has all the time in the world to build to his heart's content--especially if it's for someone as spectacular as (Y/n).

Now, (Y/n) never stays in one place for a long period of time. In fact, it felt like they left as soon as they came. But the second their hypnotic gaze locked eyes with his as they said they will come back, hope sparked inside him, igniting an everlasting beating heart. That's why as soon as they left, he went right back in his lab to get to work.

Sometimes, he spends hours upon hours just to get something done just right. Not a screw loose or an exterior discolored, not too loud, not too dull--if there's more he could add or fix, by Genndy, he will do it!

Of course, Dexter has a tendency to overdo his passion projects. It's too long before his assistants have noticed he's been stumbling over more than usual and have passed out in exhaustion during important meetings (even the robots comment on the bags under his eyes when he has his back turned). Despite Computress' efforts on getting him to rest, he still keeps going. No matter who tries to persuade him--Ben, Blossom, Bubbles, DeeDee (although, admittedly, she wasn't much help to begin with), Frankie, Kevin, Gwen--he would not stop so long as he had the chance to be the one who sees that gorgeous smile. Not even when Buttercup chained him onto his own bed! (He foresaw the event and built an emergency escape slide)

Ironically, he was working so hard that he didn't even notice that (Y/n) had come back. And the news didn't take long to hit them either. They were furious! He just went through a war and he's working himself to death for no reason?? (Nobody told them that they were the reason why he was putting his health at risk...they didn't want to ruin the surprise <3)

So, in a fit of rage, (Y/n) marched right down to his lab and pulled him right from his desk. First, he was stunned; he thought he was hallucinating and seeing an angel dancing around him, when it was just his now long-time crush flaying their arms around as they scold him like an angry parent. Once reality had settled in, Dexter tries to tell them that he wanted to surprise them, before completely passing out from exhaustion: "Because who wouldn't want to see th-that...cute...smile...a-again-"

He passes out in their arms

A few hours later, Dexter wakes up to see (Y/n) holding him in his room, and ac the cool, composed man of science he is, he freaks out until he tumbles off the bed and collapses onto the floor. He stutters out questions, face completely covered in blush while his glasses fog up

But (Y/n), on the other hand, only giggles and walks toward him. Before he knows it, she plants a kiss on his lips. "Computress kinda...told me everything, after you passed out.

"So...I presume you...feel the same?"

"...I always have." They stand up, putting their hands on their hips. "BUT! If we're going to be together in A-NY sort of way, you have to promise to take care of yourself. No more pulling all-nighters, Mister...whatever-your-last-name-is!!"

Dexter stays still, stunned. Then, he smiles. "Deal. ...Thank you, (Y/n)."

They sit back now and let him lean into their shoulder. "Of course, you dummy." They admire the sight as he slowly falls back to sleep.

That's how the two officially came to be, and they've been almost inseparable ever since. (Y/n) decided that they wanted him to come along with them as they explore every dimension imaginable. Dexter couldn't contain his excitement and practically packed his entire lab. He even made their own "DimenShip" (A space ship designed for interdimensional travel; built to withstand every environment, atmosphere, and ecosystem that may or may not exist. It even comes with an old-school VHS player! He loves those, and (Y/n) thinks it's adorable)

(Y/n) always loves to see him wake up filled with excitement. He has new requests on where to go to every day, whether it's the past or another dimension made up entirely of computers and technology! (There was, and it's safe to say that they've lived there for a while...)

Occasionally, they'd stop to sniff the roses. If Dexter spotted a place that's perfect for a romantic moment, he'd practically lock them in the DimenShip as he sets up a nice little dinner between the two. Once (Y/n) gets mad enough to break the door down with their magical pocket watch (which not only lets them travel through space and time and glow a cool (f/c) color, but can also turn into a giant spiked ball whenever they want it to), they see nothing but a date from a cheesy romantic movie... A picnic with a display of their favorite food and sweets on top of a picnic blanket with two suns setting in the background of a black and white sky... two candles side-by-side of the picnic basket underneath the pink and lavender curling tree...and Dexter, with his hands folded behind his back as he has that stupid, lovable snarky smile on his face.

The first thing they'd do is pout at him, then run at him and tackle him onto the ground. They cover his stupid laughing face with kisses as they complain about him locking them in the DimenShip when he could just tell them to cover their eyes or look the other way.

"Then I wouldn't get this special treatment, mon amour~"

"Oh will you SHUT UP YOU FREAKIN'- ROMANTIC BASTARD-"

They'd laugh as they roll across the glowing grass, and he'd finally stop them as he presses his lips onto theirs. They'd press their foreheads together as their fingers intertwine, and when he finally leans back... "I love you, bunny."

And (Y/n) would smile, taking one of his hands and taking off the glove. As they caress the scars, they whisper, "I love you too, dummy."

(He'd call you bunny because of the whole "dimension hop" thing, hAH-!)

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I had a lot of fun making this, actually... It was a little intimidating to do because of what just happened recently, but I actually really liked making this. So.. thank you for requesting this. I can't say that a part two is guaranteed but MAYBE!! if I have an idea, I will definitely post a part 2!! And if there are any questions/requests ;3

........This man is my weakness I want a Dex so bad-

[botchedsundoll]

I love ur hc sm!! Can I request hc for Chris and/or Leon settling down with a family? They deserve a happy ending after so much fighting 🥹

L. KENNEDY, C. REDFIELD, C. OLIVEIRA X READER (SEPARATE)

ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; family/ kid hc’s

ೃ⁀➷ warnings; none!

ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; needed to add a little something for carlos bc i love him, half of this is mostly what theyd b like having kids LOL, no proofread im lazy ahahhahaah

C. OLIVEIRA

he’s a very domestic man at heart so had absolutely no problem with settling down with you after all the rc bs. was rather extremely willing to do so, actually

you want to get married? sure! you want a big wedding with friends and family? no problem! small wedding with only those closest to you? of course! you don’t want to get married? absolutely anything for you.

said this before and i’ll say it again, absolute girl dad.

to him, there’s genuinely nothing better than coming home to his girls - getting greeted by little arms wrapping around his legs the moment he steps through the door

attends every single parent event without fail - if he’s not working, of course… might call in sick to not let his little one down

sits down and does homework with them, yet he ends up confused aswell and the hw does not end up being done, unless you intervene

you know the ‘bad cop and good cop’ dynamic? he’s definitely the good cop - constantly letting the kid(s) off with pretty much anything and everything, claiming they’re too little to understand

as a result, he’s definitely the favourite

L. KENNEDY

almost always thought of the white picket fence life - a dog, pretty wife, two kids and maybe a dog. yet always shoved that into the back of his mind and ignored it completely

but now that he’s met you he lets himself dream a little, until those dreams become a reality

if you two have kids then at the start, he’ll be weary as fuck. constantly doubting himself, not knowing if he’ll even know what the hell to do once said kid is in the world

but he’s a complete natural! to the point it pisses you off. the moment the kids handed to their dad, all the tears suddenly stop and they’re all happy again - as if you haven’t been trying to get them to stop crying for the past hour

and he doesn’t even acknowledge it.

his kids are definitely pub (bar) kids. the two of you sat in a booth with friends having a drink and talking or whatever, and there’s just little toddlers running around - coming back to the table every once in a while for some apple juice or whatnot

sits there and watches cartoons with the kid(s), started off as a one off and now he genuinely can’t stop - when cartoon network starts playing the old cartoons later at night? you best believe he’s sat there watching them - screw bedtime. dexter’s laboratory is on

he’d be rather iffy about a big wedding. but if it’s what you want you best believe he’ll do it for you

C. REDFIELD

definitely that dad that falls asleep with the kids on the couch whilst watching a match of something on the tv

goes to the parent teacher meetings and genuinely does not give a fuck. has the most DEADPAN look on his face ever, went once and never again

like i said before, definitely bring his ‘military like’ bsaa training home but makes it something fun, something the kids aren’t afraid of at all

imagine bath time - chris shouting vigorous orders at them and the kid(s) just shouting back at him in response

‘DO NOT OPEN YOUR EYES OR IT WILL STING, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

“OK!”

he’s away from home quite a bit but whenever he comes home and the lights are off, he always tucks their sleeping form in before tucking you in yourself, planting a small kiss on your forehead, what a sweetheart

marriage is a bit of a… weary concept for him. he wants to and loves you a lot, don’t get me wrong. but what if someone finds out about you and takes advantage of that?

in the end, he manages to push those thoughts away and happily marries you

definitely gets the kid(s) into extracurricular sports/ activities and you best believe he’s at every match or training

usually rather soft and understanding with the kid(s), yet knows when to be firm and set his foot down - the perfect balance

[thedevilsruby]

*You're sleeping in bed, birds start to chirp outside*

Karl: HEY, YOU BIRDS, Y/N IS TRYING TO SLEEP

*You jolt awake, shaking in fear as gunshots are heard*

[pcvelitel-blog]

if u want dexdark fanfiction, i’ve got the dexdark fanfiction

[erensproudsimp]

Experiment

Hange Zoe x fem! reader Oneshot

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary : Hange and you have been dating each other for quite some time. One day due to rain, you went over to Hange's and hehe hot stuff happens.

I've used they/them pronouns for Hange due to them being non-binary, hope y'all don't mind. :)

"HANGEEEE!" screaming down the hallway near the university laboratory, you entered said place joltily.

By this time all the science students were used you to coming by everyday while causing a ruckus to meet your significant other. You couldn't help yourself being always excited to see the only person who could make your day a million times better and today as usual you had something interesting to show them. Well, by interesting you meant something random you saw that day and just picked it up to give it to Hange. Never were they ever weird out by this as they were as eccentric as you.

"Look what I found today!" proudly bringing your hand close to their face to show them the red rock you saw in your yard.

"Heh, as usual my dear y/n, you never fail to fascinate me," they chuckled eyeing the objet closely.

"I shall add this wonderful rock to my series of collection of stuff you keep bringing to me everyday!" smilingly Hange took it.

This brought a faint blush on your cheeks as just the thought of Hange keeping the random stuff you bringing daily made you feel somewhat special.

" Sooo, what are you working on today?" you questioned them while looking at the equipment on the table.

"Ohohoho you don't know what I've just made!" they excitedly said dexterously arranging the mess to show you.

While they were enthusiastically explaining to you her recent invention, you couldn't help but stare at their jolliness. The way they made absolutely anything sound captivating just spellbound you. To describe it, it was like a meteor shower falling enlightening the night sky which you could gaze for hours, yeah, that's how Hange was.

"Hihi, that's awesome! I'm so proud of you!" you praised her happily.

"Hehe, I'm glad you appreciated my invention, after all I am your better half," haughtily they said which made you subconsciously smile.

Right at that moment a loud thunder was heard making you jump. Since morning it's been cloudy and you really hoped that it wouldn't rain in the evening as it would pose a problem for you to travel home by bus. The droplets were hitting hard against the window panes indicating it was a heavy shower. Disappointment filled your being.

"Noo, now how would I reach the bus stop on time with this weather," you complained utterly dejected and tensed.

"You know y/n, you can always ask me for a ride in my car right?" Hange said while pouring a clear liquid in a testing tube.

"I know but I don't wanna bother you."

"Oh come-on y/n, how can you ever bother me?" they reassured, "and if you really don't want to sound like a trouble then come over to my appartment. It's win-win situation, you reach home and I would get more time to spend with you."

"W-what, Hange please, ugh okay then I'll come with you," sighing you responded.

Waiting for Hange to finish up whatever they were doing but it wasn't as though you as a finance student would understand it to be able to help her out. Instead you were scrolling on Tiktok when they came up to you without warning making you jerk, "GOSH HANGE! YOU COULD HAVE CALLED FOR ME."

Chuckling, Hange grabbed your hand to make you stand up. Losing your footing, you fell in their arms which they gladly grabbed you. Giving you a brief forehead kiss, they proceeded to drag you to the parking lot. At first you didn't process the action making you scream but when you got the hang of it, you ran alongside with them hand in hand laughing.

Hange unlocked the car and you got into the front passenger seat. Both of you were laughing while still catching your breaths.

"Now off to my house we gooo!" Hange yelled as you were wearing your seatbelt.

Throughout the whole ride both of you conversed about each of your days and the daily news.

"Can you believe that Sasha and Nicollo are finally going out with each other? I always knew that they were a match made in heaven," you rambled as Hange listened to you intently while also focusing on the road.

"I mean I could see it happening seeing their compatibility and the way they complete each other, just like you complete me," Hange added.

Her last words made your face heat up which you hid by looking outside. Luckily for you, you finally reached your destination. It wasn't the first you came over to her appartement so you took her keys and ran inside. Normally her place would be messy like a dumpster because that human barely had time in her hands to take care of their house but for once it was spotless clean.

"Did Levi come over?" you asked them, hand on your hip.

"I-yeah. Yesterday he did. But I swear I'll try to be more responsible from now on!" Hange affirmed.

You took a deep breath and asked, "so what are we eating tonight?"

"I don't know y/n, you choose," they replied kicking their boots off to enter the residence.

"How about we order Pizza?"

"Sure thing love," grabbing her phone to order said food, Hange said.

"How about you go take a bath while I take out plates?" you suggested.

"I mean only if you're willing to join me," they smirked while leaning on the door.

Out of embarrassment you threw a pillow laying on the couch at her, "NO!"

"Sad, I was really hoping for some fun in there," they replied before running into the bathroom as you were about to hit them with another pillow.

While you waited for her to come out so that you in your turn could go freshen up, you arranged everything to be able to eat. Having such nights with Hange is always something you've dreamt of doing but you never had the courage to ask.

A few moments later, Hange came out with hair dripping wet which they were trying to dry with a towel. Damn they looked hot in that condition. Before you could start simp over them, you excused yourself to go bathe.

Feeling the warm water touch your skin evaporated all your stress from you as you relaxed. Coming out of the bathroom wearing Hange's clothes, you went to sit next to them on the couch. You noticed that the pizza had already arrived so you took a piece of it to eat. You two watched this popular series called 'Attack on titan' together until the pizza was finished.

Throwing the pizza cardboard in the bin, you went to see Hange already laying on the bed. Scooting to them, you placed your head on their shoulder as they held you tight with one arm and the other holding their phone. You were watching memes with her laughing when suddenly there was a video of two girls kissing came up which made your heart beat faster. You could tell Hange felt so as well as she swiped quickly to prevent awkwardness.

A little bit of tension remained in both of you yet no one made the first move. It kept growing as you felt their hot breath on your face because you were leaning on them.

Feeling bothered and assuming that Hange wasn't going to initiate it, you snatched their phone from their hand and kept it on the table next to the bed for you to straddle on them.

Shifting yourself to be more comfortable, you leaned down to smack your lips against theirs. Still processing whatever just happened, Hange went with the flow. For this moment at least. Hands on your ass, they squeezed them as you laid your body on theirs.

Lips still crashed against each others and tongues still fighting over control, Hange's minds began to fill with sexual fantasies that they could enact on you in this precise moment.

Pulling back from you, they settled your body on the bed to go search for something in the wardrobe. They came back with a blindfold facing you.

"Do you mind if I take your vision away for a while? I don't want to ruin the surprise of what I'm going to do to you."

Gulping hardly you took the black cloth and blinded yourself.

"Good girl," Hange praised giving you a headpat to continue their rummage.

With no warnings, you were pushed on the bed lightly. At first you didn't understand what was going on but that was before you felt a rope on your wrists which was being wrapped around them individually then pulled upwards signaling it was being tied down to the bed. The same thing was done for both of your legs.

Anticipation mounted in you as you felt hands running from your chest to your stomach.

"I hope that the ropes are not too tight, are they?" they concernedly asked.

You shaked your head to say no still having the blindfold on.

"No? Well, then I think you would love this being in your mouth," they said coming closer to you. You were expecting her to stuff her fingers in but it ended up being something you certainly didn't anticipate at all.

Holding your head up, they made you wear it. Initially it was uncomfortable but you managed to deal with it as it only turned you on more. It was a gag ball.

You laid your head on a pillow desperately craving Hange's touch but of course they were still searching for something.

"Don't worry y/n, I'll come to you as soon as I find that one thing I bought last week I wanted to test out," Hange spoke from the other side of the room.

Trying to keep your growing lust in control, you fidgeted with the device in your mouth.

" Ah-ha! found it, now wait for me y/n, I'll fuck you into oblivion soon," their voice coming out breathless.

Feelings the sides of the bed sink and a presence hoving above you, you became more excited to what Hange was going to do this time.

Their soft lips colliding again against yours as their hands ran down to unbutton your shirt leaving your bare chest naked as you weren't wearing any undergarments. For a few seconds Hange didn't do anything. As you were ripped from your eyesight, you couldn't see that Hange was in fact staring at the prefect roundness of your boobs displayed to them .

Unable to contain themselves, they ran their tongue on one of your breasts while the other was being fondled with their hands. Your breathing was quickening at their doings. Out of nowhere they bit your nipple softly making you bit the gagball stifling a moan.

Going lower on you they pulled down your pants while they kissed you on your bellybutton. Without warning again you felt a pain on your hip and teeth leaving your skin. Biting you again on the other side of your hip, Hange caressed your inner thighs. This time you couldn't contain the moan as it escaped your mouth through the gag ball.

Looking at your entrance, Hange saw that though they didn't yet completely lay hands on you, you were soaking wet. Then they assumed that it was probably from the long amount of time you had to wait for them.

You heard the opening of the cap of a tube. Your mind raced through all the possibilities of what it could be.

But of course it was the least thing you could expect as you felt something touching your cunt.

It was a lukewarm rubbery thing that was being ran through your swollen folds.

"Wanna guess what it is? Y/n," Hange said as you felt the object or whatever it was penetrate you. An 'hmm' came out of you as your back arched graciously making Hange widen their eyes.

"Ahaha, y/n you beautiful creature! You never cease to amaze me the more I explore you,"Hange complimented pushing the thing deeper into you.

" Lemme reward you for blessing me with his gorgeous sight and return you back your vision, "they continued.

Your insides felt empty as Hange had to remove the item to open the blindfold. You must say you had quite of the shocker to see them. Straddling you was a Hange that you didn't recognize.

They were wearing a black lingerie delicately complimented with black thigh highs and on their pelvis area was a strap-on-dildo.

"I wanted to experiment this on you," they gave you a light smirk before positioning themselves in front of your pussy. Taking the small bottle thrown on the bed nearby, Hange opened it. It was lube. Dropping quite some on the dildo, Hange jerked it to spread the lubricant.

Placing their hand on your hips for support, Hange inserted it again.

They couldn't describe how much they ravished to look at you in this state. As they were thrusting their hips in and out, the room became filled with your moans and Hange's name.

"Yes y/n scream my name louder. Make the neighbours hear how good I'm making you feel," Hange panted.

'Hmmm Hange I'm getting close, go faster please, "you begged them.

Taking your wishes into consideration, Hange did not double up the speed but rather trippled it. You were practically shaking on the bed as your screams got louder and louder.

Not late enough, you released yourself on them. The pleasure was so unbearable it almost hurted. Panting on the bed, you looked at the ceiling to regain control of yourself. Then looking back at Hange, only to see that they were already staring at you lovingly.

"Can you untie me now? I need to pee," you coughed.

"Ahaha, no piss on the bed," Hange declared as you were startled by their statement.

"Just kidding lemme help you refresh yourself," Hange joked making you feel relieved.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

[visual-explorxtion]

Scarlet Letter [Chris Redfield x Reader] - One Shot (NSFW)

Summary: In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, your captain, Chris, leads your team to find the research of the latest virus. But, the operation was unsuccessful. 6 months later, you meet him again.

A/N: Coming out of my cage, and I’ve been doing just fine🙃 I’ve shat this out of my ass unfiltered brain and have little to none expectations. Was suppose to be around 2k words but somehow shat out 4k instead. So, please expect nothing but 5 am bad writings🥲

Warning: Explicit content, like, hardcore explicit content if you haven’t catch the drift from the title by now.

Word Count: 4.4k

The scent in the atmosphere reeks of damp and saltiness- stiffening the senses in your nostril. The flooring beneath your heavy boots sways left and right as the hollow hallways creaked and groaned travelling further down the extent. The repetitive flashings of door to door is already making you sick in this dusky labyrinth. It's been 30 minutes since you set foot in this abandoned ship.

Your mission objective: to retrieve documentation and possible samples of the new variant strain of the virus. As easy as a retrieval mission may sound, the location of this requisition is also a motile laboratory. Admittedly, this is a dexterous way to cover any signs of your tracks– especially if what you are making concerns the wellbeing of the world and stirring another biohazardous warfare. But, to you, the work of fighting in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean is not the most ideal place in the world.

Cautiously trekking through the vessel, you've reached an intersection with hallways splitting into three different directions. A sturdy arm extends in midair, bringing your group to a halt. You all listen attentively, a few faint footsteps and unnatural growling swirls in the air but you can't quite pinpoint its exact location. The limb drops from your vision, instead it turns to face you all. The man's face is ragged, not only from exhaustion but also from the things he has seen through time. And yet, the amber burning in his eyes remains gleaming with hope. Chris Redfield, the captain of this retrieval mission, and your sole mentor since you've been recruited by the BSAA.

Chris glanced over you all once then began to sign with his hands. He splits your group into pairs; one team going left side, your group to the right and himself pushing forward. You all nod in agreement and move out to each direction of the crossroad respectively. Weapons engaged in position, lagging a few steps behind your teammate and check your watch. 0327 hour. Well...for you, time is of the essence.

In search of any signs of evidence but nothing seems to resemble what you were sent out to find. Corpses laid dormant in several rooms, blood tarnished the metallic floor deck but it seems to be running dry on the outer edge. Meaning they've died for a good few hours ago, but you don't see any signs of struggle. No stab or gun wounds, nor were they hit by any blunt instruments. Just blood oozing out, like the body itself is rejecting the vital fluid and pushing it out of the pores. Just the sight of this is rippling a chill down your spine. If this is the new strain of the virus, then you need to speed up your search for the documents, with evidence like this proves its value.

Another two steps along, you both reached a door unlike the rest of the ones you've seen. This one appears to be more sturdy and with an electronic keypad built into it. A room with a lock tells you that things that are usually classified or kept away from the prying eyes are often kept in a locked room. Maybe this mission wouldn't be so difficult after all.

Your partner carefully grabs a hold on the door handle and swiftly gives it a twist. To both of your surprises, it was unlocked. But that leaves a pit in your stomach as you know things generally don't work so easily. You nod and he pushed it open. The room is dimly lit and the beacon attached to your gun isn't doing any better. From what little light sources you both have, you can just barely make it out that you are situated in a conference room. A long, clear glass table sits tightly in the middle of the suite, with a few cabinets on either side and a laptop oddly placed at the far end of the desk.

"There. You go see if you can find any information. I'll stand guard"

They nod, speed away towards his objective and begin its continuous tapping on the keyboard. You took several glances at them impatiently before returning to inspect your surroundings for any imminent danger. But in return, they left out a hefty breath and shook their head.

"Dead end. Can't find anything on here." they sigh.

"Go look through the cabinets. There must be something." you tip your head towards the cabinet as you respond. Peering at your watch again. 0335h. Time is running out.

As soon as their back is turned away in your direction– immediately slamming the door shut and the electronic keypad emitted a small beep with its activation. You frowned and took three shots until the electronic part fizzled and the light darkens. They tugged at the door in frustration, but it wouldn't budge. As they look up to the smug grin on your face, fist clenched and pounding as hard as they could but the door stays deadlocked. You shook your head slowly, seeing the confused look on his face as you reached into your back pouch. In your hand, a palm-sized device– caught in red and blue wires, roughly composed with a digital face sitting just on top showing the number 30 on it. The blood on their face drained as they realised what you were holding.

"I sincerely hope you can make it out alive before this reaches 0." you smile, pressing a button and leaving the device on the floor. You turn and leave them effortlessly lashing out at the door.

***

Every twist and turn of a corner, you toss a bomb as you make your way back to the crossroad, heading to the direction where Chris set off. You wonder just how much he knows about this virus, or better yet, if he had any idea of your true intentions. Nevertheless, you won't let him compromise your only mission.

In your peripheral vision, you see Chris just up ahead. You ran to him breathlessly, staggering a step or two before reaching him.

"Captain! Are you alright? I heard gunshots." you gulped.

"I'm okay. What happened to the others?"

"We got separated in the middle of our search, then I heard gunshots so I went to inspect. Have you found what we are looking for yet?"

He nodded. "Yes. It seems that the new strain of the virus is worse than we think. I'll radio the rest of the team and get HQ to pick us up."

Chris walks off just a few steps, clutching the SD card for a closer inspection. Your shoulder shifts slightly and your hand gradually reaching for the back pocket and grasp for something. As he turns to press onto his in-ear radio, you plunge a cylindrical tube into his neck and dosed him. Arm sideswipes towards you, making you tumble back but catching yourself gracefully landing on your own two feet. Chris falters on his knees, just barely managing to pull out the syringe from his artery with the SD card spinning out of his grasp.

"What did you do to me?" He managed to push out a few words.

You stare at your feet where the SD card sits shyly just next to it. Picking it up delicately with your fingers and sigh.

"You know...I went through so much trouble just for this tiny thing." you wave the chip about as you make your way around the room. "But, no thanks to you...Captain." you smiled.

Chris sinking lower towards the ground as his muscles shake uncontrollably to keep himself upright. You stroll and position yourself in front of him, meeting him eye to eye.

"Hm. Somehow, I thought you might be smarter than this. All these...role-playing...serving under you." Force grabbing his chin and you inspect his face once more. "Did you enjoy yourself? Honestly, I had fun. But, all good things must come to an end." you whispered in his ear and drew your lips gently onto his. The warm sensation fills you for a split second before parting yourself from it.

Chris's face remains expressionless from the side effect of the drug, but you see a slight hint of awe in his eyes. Now, this is getting even more humorous to you. Glancing at your watch once more, 0400h. You stand, shoving the document chip in your pocket and letting your hand rest there as you lean against the window sill.

"Oh, Captain," you hear the distant pairs of footsteps gaining closer to your direction. "I'd wish we had more time." You smirk, just as the rest of the team surrounds you, gun in hand pointing in your direction and creating a barrier between you and Chris Redfield. Lifting up your left hand, hoping to prove your innocence but really, what good would that do?

You took an exaggerated breath and rolled your eyes, any minute now. As the team inches closer and closer towards you, out of the blue, a deafening 'BOOM' went off and shook the room. Without missing a beat comes another one.

"I believe that's my cue." Before they could react, the flash grenade releases out of your hand and a shock of light hits. Blinded by the flash, they fall prone and helpless to your defence. You took a few steps back, and with a charged run, you leapt out of the window and swan dive into the cold, pitless ocean to the muffled sound of explosions.

***

6 months you've been on the run and back to working independently. News about you spread quickly as you soon become a wanted criminal by the BSAA, but you also received more work thanks to the flamboyant advertisement.

Unwinding at a corner cafe in the middle of Paris, the sun shines just enough to be blocked out by your lavish sun hat while flicking through the top news pages. 'Increasing number of outbreak cases in several countries' seems like this is just the beginning of your newly found virus, and more importantly, turning a new leaf for your career.

Sipping a glass of '82 Lafite, breathing in your surroundings and admiring the view. Observing. The bustling street of passersby, the wind waking of emerald green trees and the leisurely patrons sitting around and behind you in this cafe. Sooner or later, this place will be a shitshow and overthrown by the hands of human-induced monsters.

You slipped a couple of bills and grabbed your lighter off the table before sauntering away before somebody did recognize you, not the first time you've had a run-in with an agent or somebody just wanting that bounty on top of your pretty little head. In this neverending cat and mouse game, there's only one winner, but you're not going to be the one that gets caught.

Wandering aimlessly down the streets to the sound of mild chatter and heels clicking against the cobblestones. Strolling at a comfortable pace and casually tipping your sun hat to adjust to the warmth of the sun, you abruptly stopped.

"I believe it is a criminal offence to publically stalk somebody. Or, did you forget that already?" you tease. Looking from behind, he stood there, dressed in black from head to toe. A perfect contrast to your floral white one-piece. "Captain... Well, I guess it would be best to call you Chris now." you faintly smiled.

Chris did not answer right away. He loomed, with that familiar upright frame but even more of a worn-out look on his face than the last moment you saw him. His cheeks concave a little, his stubbles have grown out to almost form a full beard and the light behind his eyes has diminished to blackened ash. It pains you to see him like this.

"I'm here to take you back," he ordered.

"And, what good would that do?" you paused, picking out your cigarette case from one of your pockets, a row of orange and white strips arranged neatly one next to the other. You drew one out and let it sit comfortably in between your slender fingers, out of your other pocket, a gold plated zippo and with a flick the cigarette sparked.

"Taking me back so you can get your ass praised? I'd suggest you go back and be a good little captain before the world goes up in flames." pressing the narrow stick against your lips and taking a deep drag, the warmth swirls and fills your lungs all the way with a slight tingle. The smoke rolls out in between your mouth and veils your face as Chris watches intently.

"I'm not here to turn you in," he spoke firmly and his eyes never left yours.

"Oh! Interest..." you gawked. Taking another long breath in. The ember burns away more and more like the distance between you and him. Drawing you closer until there is no distance left.

***

Mind hazed in red, you stumble backwards into your apartment, hands still entangled between each other's embrace and the passionate kisses. With each touch, your senses grow more numb, filled with nothing but lust.

You made an attempt at kicking off your heels and successfully discarded one side but your frustration did not go unnoticed. He grabs the back of your knee in one swift motion, fingers gently run along the underside and tug your heel off to the corner of the room. Skimming the edge of your sun hat, with a flick of the wrist it comes off and lands somewhere. You broke off his sultry kiss, gasping for air, face flushed in rose as his face mirror's yours. The colour of his eyes now burns as brightly as you can remember– like amber melted and infused to become a part of him. Its beauty encapsulated in the door to his soul. Tempting and mesmerizing.

Chris kept a hold of his gaze on your mouth– now red and puffy from excessively sucking on it. He leans closer once more, hoping to feel the sensation of you again, but you stopped him with the slightest touch of your index finger. The pad of your finger grazes tenderly along his lower lip, you could feel the vertical creases engraved across the top. Irritated, he parted his lips just enough for him to taste you, drawing in and softly nibbling on your skin with his canine, salivating down the palm of your hand. You snap your finger back and he growls, impatient for his desire.

Snatching a fist full shirt, you lead him through the hallway and enter a cosier area. Nothing in the room speaks personality; a cream wooden drawer, soft brown desk by the window, an unkempt double bed situated in the middle and a full body mirror with a sheet draped over it. You gave a shove and he collapsed onto the bed with a grunt. Spreading his legs wide open with a kick as he props himself up on his elbow.

Hands and knees crawling towards the prone stud and stopping until you both are face to face. His eyes scanning every part of you, searching for the slightest change of your emotion– a change that might sway your mind, rejecting him. You both lock eyes for a moment– trying to sense what goes on in their mind– his eyes flicker from your left vision to your right, taking all of your facial features in, memorising them. You leaned in close, just shy of an inch away, hovering just above his mouth, feeling his presence. He attempts to lean in closer but you withdraw a little as his voice comes out quiet with a plea.

Giving him one last glance over, you parted your lips for him as his tongue enters per your invite. Compassionate and needy, his kiss became more demanding as if trying to devour you all at once, marking you as his own. His teeth nibble and softly sucking on your bottom lip, it becomes even more puff up and a few droplets of blood oozes out as he licks them away, tending for your wounds. Hands entangled onto each other clothing, tearing them off of each other's bodies with any difficulty and tosses aside.

Chris's palms roam freely from your shoulder blades and slither down, taking in two handfuls of your ass and flipping you on your backside whilst he towers you on top. His mouth leaves you with a feverish haze, running his tongue over the length of your jawline and tasting every section of your luscious chest and working a trail of kisses down your abdomen. A firm grip shift to your thighs– almost spilling out– as he parts your legs wide opening, welcoming him to take a mouthful of you. You gasped when he took you in, hands helplessly reaching for the sheets, he drinks you in and teases you playfully by grazing you with his teeth and sucking on the spot. His burning hot tongue runs down your length, protruding your entrance several times before slithering back up top again.

Deep marks imprinted on your lower lip, stifling any noise that threatens to escape your throat, but that soon was broken free by your beloved captain. A hiss slipped, reverberating in your eardrums, as two rigid fingers explored your walls which made you tense up from this unfamiliar feeling. The continuous prodding made you twist and squirm even more so, as the pace quickens, the heat in your belly grew with the flaming desire, burning you over the edge and tightening around him. Gently, he retrieves his hand as he looks down at them, spreading his fingers apart. The white silken fluid cascades down the length of his forearm– gleaming with the scent of you– he runs his tongue along his limb, tasting every ounce of you without missing a drop.

Breathlessly, you watch him attentively playing with your discharge, still strung around his long, harsh fingers, lustfully smearing it across your pillow lips before nudging them into your mouth, giving you a taste of yourself. A bitterness intertwined with a hint of saltiness of his digits, his hand caresses your cheek as his mouth crashes back down onto your, feeling the heat of his rising through to you. Tongue twirls on top of one another, a lick of his canine and piercing his lower lip until he grunts in pain, antagonizing his pleasure and taking back your dominance.

You smirk at the brilliance of your work, blood trickles down the corner of his mouth as he swipes away with a flick of his thumb. The annoyance painted on his face made you even giddier, but his desire for control will make you wish you never had triggered something within him. Chris gave a rough tug, sliding you closer to his peaked length, gripping your hip so mean, bruises are bound to surface the next day. He positioned himself just barely touching your opening, loosely slipping up and down tormenting your craving for him to insert his dick deep within. Taking this as a challenge, your legs wrapped and locked around his waist, seizing the means of his movement but forward. A fiery breath scatters across the dip of your neck, creating goosebumps around the area, now covered by the moisture of his saliva.

He gazes at you, cocking one-side of his eyebrow, leaving you in confusion about his ulterior motives. In your new confoundment, his teeth sink deep into the curvature of your delicate skin as he plunges all the way to the hilt. You scream, can't decide whether it's from the pain of his chomp, or him stretching and filling your abdomen to the brim. Muscles twitch in discomfort, the size of this thing is tearing your physicality and sanity apart, all thoughts scattered from your brain, only white noise occupies your mind. Subconsciously, you wiggle out of his grasp, but only for him to throw your legs over his broad shoulders, slamming back down his length, hitting all your sensitive spots again. Your back arches from the force of his retaliation and your sweet moan echoes around the room.

His hip stirs with each thrust he takes and earns a moan in return, rearranging and moulding your internal organs into the shape of his. Subtly moving across your stomach, a hand tracing every curve of your midriff and stopping just below your belly button, lingering over your skin for a few moments before putting a light pressure where a thin wall of muscles separates his cock. Your head threw back in ecstasy and toes digging deep into the mattress, hands desperately grasp for his arms for strength as you scream out his name. Bedpost banging against the wall with each bit of momentum that caused the silk sheet to fall, exposing the full-length mirror just facing you. The animalistic position that presents before your eyes startles you and makes you turn away out of embarrassment. He constrains your jaw and twists you back into view.

"Watch it," he commands. “Look at how I’m fucking you senselessly.”

You witness the part where you and he connect, devouring his member inch by inch, feeling all the ridges and veins brushing over and over your sensitive spot, pushing you closer to the edge. Nails delving deeper into his flesh, creating new scars mixed with his old bullet wounds, you inhale a sharp breath as you unravel onto him the second time, clenching rhythmically to your descend. As the waves of pleasure crash before you, Chris slowly subsides his movement to let you adjust to your coming down, your vision returning to his face that’s filled with compassion.

Stamina quickly replenishes and before he could react, your leg hooks around his knees and pulls, he tumbles backwards, landing abruptly onto the mattress with a slight jolt. You flipped your position with ease, riding on top with his body heat still connected deep within. He seemed impressed by your skilled manoeuvre as he got handsy with your ass again, groping the rounded meat a handful of times before bringing his hand up and slapped it. The pain made you welp and clenches him tighter which earned a raspy moan slipping out of his lips.

Hip rolled against his hard length– prodding further into you– earning you another erotic hiss from his pent-up breath. In this position, your insides are being stretched wider between pleasure and pain. Your hands made their way to his chest for support as you began sliding back out, and all at once, dropping all the way down. He groans, the combined movement is wearing him down as you can feel his dick pulsing rapidly to indicate that he is on the verge. Your arm reaches backwards, a finger trailing up along his inner thigh, teasing the shape of his bulge and drawing circles around it. To his surprise, you grasp the base of his shaft, restricting his means of climax. Chris fists the sheets and growls in disapproval.

"Not so fast." you giggled.

Twisting and fighting as his loaded passion is met by the pain you've conflicted on him, which brushed your ego to see him act like this. Your little captain, patriotic and stone-faced on the battlefield, now falls weak under you– pleading for a sweet release. You comply, quickening up your pace, rolling your hips in between the intervals of riding, you positioned yourself at an angle, letting the head stroke your delicate spot harder. The repetitive motion numbs your mind, waves of bliss building up again in your abdomen as the slapping sound resonate louder around the room.

Blood rushing up to your head, with the white noise filling up your ears and thoughts once more, your body spasmed as you came, eyes seeing stars from the immense heat. You release the grasp of his dick as he cries out and injects you with his thick load– thrusting intensely with each discharge. His cum fills you to the brim, spilling down your thighs still freshly warm. You scoop up a little until it covers the tip of your finger and traces it along with your tongue before swallowing– salty with a minor chewy texture.

Your legs eventually gave out, still twitching from the aftermath, you flopped on top of the now exhausted Chris. Both gasping desperately for air, you listened closely to the pounding of his heart until it subsides to a normal beat. How very strange, being alive.

You put an abrupt stop to your internal thoughts so you don't ruin a good moment, considering this might be the first and last you get to do this with him. Pushing yourself off him, you lay silently with his arm tucked under your head, you sigh, seeing him fastly sound asleep. Thumb softly caress his cheek and faintly tracing the bags under his eyes, a slight pang hits you, recalling your own mistakes that lead him to this. Your eyelids grew heavier– struggling to keep yourself awake– you kissed him once more and whispered before succumbing to the darkness.

“I’d wish we had more time.”

***

Arm in search of the body next to him, but the cold emptiness is left in his presence. Eyes shot wide open, the room still shrouded in blackness with the pale moonlight seeping in. Chris sat up, trying to put the puzzle pieces together, remembering where he is. He scans the room, looking for a hint of you, but you were nowhere to be found. He sighs, picking up his undergarment off the floor and trudging out of the bedroom. The rest of the house is dim, but the moonlight gives him comfort and company at this moment, he knew you were already gone.

Taking a closer inspection around, he never noticed the simple furniture placed around the apartment that already occupies the space when you arrived. The lack of liveliness proves that you weren't going to stay for long. Of course, Chris was one of the reasons. Recollecting his items of clothing around the house piece by piece, he spots a red note sitting on the edge of the counter. A symbolic fragment that's surrounded by the monochromatic landscape. He reads to himself and shakes his head, skimming the bottom of the note where your initials are printed on. Hesitantly, he pockets the notes as he exits the place, leaving him with the final message:

"See you around. x"

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if you dont mind i would love to hear your thoughts on how and why peter seems to be more fulfilled by lower paying jobs (i.e photography, teaching) rather than by high paying jobs in STEM

(Sorry for the wait, anon! I did get this first ask, as you can see, it’s just that sometimes I tend to hoard asks that I want to give long in-depth answers to and then they get buried.)

So I think to best answer this the first thing we have to do is look at Peter’s 616 employment history -- what jobs he’s had when and for approximately how long. So here we have a more or less definitive list -- I may have skipped over a few minor jobs that aren’t important in the long run of the character history, but for the most part this is accurate. For the sake of brevity I am not going to count things he’s done as Spider-Man that have earned him money, like a brief bodyguard stint or his occasional time with the Avengers, because this is really more about his identity as Peter Parker and how his civilian employment plays into his life as Spider-Man than about his life as Spider-Man.

Works for the Daily Bugle on and off, through a variety of positions from part time to salaried, from the age of 15 onwards. Primarily a photographer. How good of a photographer Peter actually is varies from writer to writer, but he remains unmatched in his ability to get certain shots ranging from ones of Spider-Man (duh) to particularly high risk environments (different duh). He also briefly worked for rival newspaper the Daily Globe, the Bugle’s main competitor. His position as a full time newspaper photographer is his most well known (and most consistent) job.

A TA in grad school at Empire State University. At this point in time he labeled himself as having “the wrong temperament” for teaching -- and I would personally say I think his stints teaching college are much less engaging than high school.

Published author. His book, Webs, a collection of his Spider-Man photography, was a major bestseller that sent him on a book tour around the country. I hesitated sticking this on here because it’s very tied into his work with the Bugle -- and he was still working for the Bugle when the book was published -- but I figured it was worth including for the novelty of the fact that Peter’s technically a best selling author/artist.

Peter worked as a scientist at Galannan Alternative Research for Immunization Development (GARID) in Portland after his clone Ben Reilly took over the identity of Spider-Man. Although often overlooked in discussions of Peter’s job history, I think his stint at GARID is important in part because it illustrates how much of Peter’s time being Spider-Man took up and how a job with flexible hours was necessary for that balancing act. When he was working at GARID, Peter wasn’t Spider-Man, so it wasn’t difficult for him to keep a position at a laboratory. 

I mean granted the GARID job didn’t last long and there was sort of a whole big mutated monster case going on with it but you know. Anyway he pretty quickly moved back to New York and started working for the Bugle again.

Peter’s next major job at a lab comes in another period where he’s supposed to have quit being Spider-Man. (Which he did, very temporarily, and then he very much didn’t. Anyway, you’re seeing the pattern here.) He briefly worked at Tricorp, a private brain trust. This is a really short-lived position, even as Peter’s science gigs go, because -- Spider-Man.

At this point things get dicey employment-wise as Peter heads into a weird period of canon where Mary Jane was presumed dead. She wasn’t! But everyone thought she was. It was weird. When MJ came back (and promptly left for LA, not that I blame her), Peter exited this period of limbo by becoming a science teacher at his old school, Midtown High. This is the main career, beside news photography, that I think he really shines in.

Civil War/One More Day/Brand New Day hit and completely tank the direction of Spider-Man history. Peter’s marriage is erased by the devil and also he’s not a high school teacher anymore, for some reason, even though nobody remembers he’s Spider-Man anymore which is the reason he initially lost the Midtown High job. Make it make sense. Anyway, in Marvel’s desperate scramble to take Spider-Man back to the unmarried basics, as if they even got new readers that way, Peter returned to photography. When Dexter Bennett bought the Bugle out from under JJJ while JJJ was sick, Peter began working for the newly minted “DB” as a tabloid photographer. It wasn’t great.

He also briefly at some point in here worked at a comic book store for like five minutes. Mostly he complained about people who read comic books and made jokes about how he doesn’t get along with the X-Men. 

Under Slott’s run, Peter began working at Horizon Labs. Slott had a pretty major problem with Peter’s genius not being “recognized enough” and constantly had him inventing new things, showing off, etc. 

Horizon Lab became Parker Industries under Otto Octavius when he bodyjacked Peter during Superior Spider-Man and made himself CEO. When Peter got his body back, he was still CEO. It was bad but Peter did tank the company on purpose so that Otto and also nazis couldn’t get their hands on it, which was sort of fun. 

Peter went back to work for the Bugle, but as their science editor, because Slott was still in charge and there was some weird commentary about photography not being an adult job. Which I think is pretty weird in a medium that’s very dependent on visual art. But okay.

Then Peter got fired because he was busted for plagiarism of Otto Octavius’ work... that Otto did himself... while he was in Peter’s body... and Peter couldn’t reveal this because then he’d have to explain... and maybe I hate comics. 

In MC2 he becomes a forensic scientist! I really like this for him actually. I think it combines his interests and experiences in a very thoughtful way. But I do want to note it’s after a Spider-Man career ending injury, so again there’s not a real conflict there between his work as Spider-Man and a career.

Peter I think is an especially interesting case in how his character ties into his employment history because one of the first things he does in his story is figure out how to make money, and he does this because the Parkers don’t have any. If Ben and May were comfortable -- even comfortable enough that their teenaged nephew was unaware of financial pressures -- Spider-Man’s story would be completely different. But Peter immediately feels he pressure to use his new powers to earn money, at first with brute strength. And what he says he’s going to do with his earnings is that he’s going to take care of Ben and May:

(Amazing Fantasy #15) So the concept of Peter as someone who is very aware of financial pressure and who is pretty explicitly linking money to support is present from the absolute beginning. But at the same time, there’s a kind of selfishness presented in him here -- he’s only going to take care of Ben and May. They’re the only ones he cares about here, because as he’s stated they’re the only ones who have ever “been kind” to him. Peter at the beginning of his story is very rooted in his anger and his bitterness, and it takes him losing Uncle Ben -- because it wasn’t Peter’s “job” to stop the burglar -- to get him to the point where he starts to be able to see beyond that.

Ben’s death also heightens the Parker’s financial pressures -- Ben is the primary earner in the household. (Aunt May in the original context of the early 1960s was most likely a homemaker, and as an older woman especially she wouldn’t be expected to have a job. But even moving the timescale up to a point where she would be expected as a woman to hold down a job, it’s important to note that early in Spider-Man canon Aunt May is depicted as being in very poor physical health.) While it’s not clear in the initial Spider-Man stories what Ben did, it’s clear that with his death whatever income the Parkers had coming in abruptly stops:

(ASM #1) This sets in concrete one of the central conflicts Peter and May have -- both of them lie to protect the other. Peter feigns being an ordinary boy in order to protect May from the stress of his secret life as Spider-Man, worried that she wouldn’t be strong enough to handle the danger he regularly puts himself in. But this is a learned behavior, and here we see that he most likely learned it from May: she doesn’t want him to worry about the very deep financial troubles they’re obviously in, so she pawns her jewelry, and she stresses to him the importance of his education. Again I have to note that there are some pretty significant social differences between the 1960s and today in regards to this story -- Betty Brant, for example, notes that she had to drop out of school and become a secretary because of her own family’s financial problems, something she’s ashamed of. So early Spider-Man is very rooted in money, class, education, and how those things intersect. I think it should be noted that the only early Spider-Man characters who are financially well-off are Liz, Gwen, and Harry. (We don’t know anything about Flash’s financial situation in early Spider-Man comics but retroactively we know his family situation is not well-off.) In high school, Liz’s father is a bigshot who owns a dining club, but later on the Allans experience financial hardship with Liz quite literally being on the streets when Peter reunites with her when he’s in college. Harry’s father is a rich businessman, but from the beginning he’s depicted as emotionally negligent, caring more about money than spending time with his son:

(ASM #40) “After all... I had a business to care of! Money was the most important thing of all! I had to get rich! I needed wealth... for that was the key to power!” So right away you have this link between wealth, corruption, and negligence. Norman’s pursuit of wealth is his given reason for his neglect of Harry. Later on we’d learn that Norman’s father was also abusive and that that abuse formed Norman’s ideas about power and wealth. (Spider-Man! It’s about cycles of abuse!) There’s a very contrast between Norman’s attitudes here and the Parkers loving (but poor) household. Gwen is the only exception here -- she and her father are depicted as comfortable, most likely edging into wealthy, although on nowhere the level the Osborns have been elevated to. But compared to Peter, Flash, and Mary Jane especially -- all from poor households, with MJ and Flash’s fathers both being abusive -- Gwen’s home situation is the picture of stability, both in terms of economic status and in terms of her loving and very present father.

My goal in outlining all of this isn’t to say that Spider-Man’s message is definitively “money is bad” because I don’t think it is. I think as a series Spider-Man is very aware of the comfort that money can provide. But I think there is a frequent message about excess in Spider-Man -- excess power, excess wealth. As Norman says above, in his eyes, money is the key to power. With great power, comes great responsibility. In Norman hoarding and abusing his wealth, he abuses his power. If he provides for Harry, it is solely through money -- there is no love or devotion in Norman’s money-focused world. And I think that’s important when you look at where Peter starts in his story, before Uncle Ben’s death. He’s going to use his powers to make a lot of money and he’s going to provide for Ben and May but he’s not going to care about the world outside of that. I think one of the interesting things about Peter -- and this is where Slott’s run especially fails the character -- is that he’s not interesting in getting rich. He’d like to be comfortable, for sure -- he’d like to have enough money to not have worry about it, to not have the need to hustle impede what he can do as Spider-Man, to be able to take care of his family. (And there’s some machismo stuff linked in here for him too -- in the early days of their marriage the fact that Mary Jane earns much more than him is something he struggles with.) But he doesn’t care about being rich. He doesn’t care about the money; he cares about the support that the money would bring. 

That feels like a simple statement but I think it’s actually a really big distinction, especially when you’re analyzing a character. And I think it’s because Peter understands that value that it makes him so empathetic to others who have financial struggles. One of my favorite short self-contained Spider-Man stories is called Windfall, from Marvel Fanfare #42, where a mixup with a check embroils Peter in the personal affairs of a bank teller, a young single mother who is fired from her job ultimately because she refused the advances of her boss. Peter gets her her job back -- through blackmailing the boss for his other sexual affairs, which some people might think is immoral of him, but I think really speaks to Peter’s understanding of how the greater world works, and what he’s prepared to do to get bigger justice. But more importantly he uses his own money to pay the young woman’s rent, and he does it in a way where she never even knows it’s him. Because he understands her situation, the way someone who had grown up comfortable never could. And that understanding I think puts him a place where it’s more important for him to both keep that understanding and maintain that ability to act relatively freely, in the way that bigger, more prestigious positions in scientific fields might restrict him. There’s a reason he keeps getting fired from these scientific positions and it’s not that he can’t get them, because we can see from his employment history very clearly that he can. It’s because the freedom to act as Spider-Man and what he can do as Spider-Man is ultimately more important to him.

And while high school teacher is my number one favorite profession Peter has ever had, I think that his position as a newspaper photographer is also very important to the character’s history, in part because the Bugle is such a big part of his life and the connections he’s made but also because the Daily Bugle itself is important. I think it’s interesting to note that two of the biggest superheroes of all time from both of the big companies -- Spider-Man from Marvel and Superman from DC -- have had long running journalism jobs, Peter as a photographer and Clark as a reporter. I don’t think I really have to go into a whole thing about how good journalists are so important and why it matters that we have these incredibly famous mythic figures that are positioned in the roll of journalists specifically. But I do think it is important to Peter that he’s put in that position as someone who cares about uncovering the truth. So ultimately I think what I mean when I say Peter is more fulfilled by his jobs as a photojournalist and as a high school teacher than by his comparatively more high paying stints working as a scientist in a lab is that Peter gets the most fulfillment out of careers where he can actively see, day by day, that what he’s doing is helping people, and that it’s a very direct line from him to the people he’s helping. His efforts can’t be twisted, they can’t be used for other purposes the way they can within a larger organization. He has a line of control in what he can do to help other people. It’s like how Spider-Man functions best as a street level hero: what he does best is saving and helping individual people, on a case by case basis. And you can turn around and demonstrate that in his civilian life best in jobs where he gets to directly interact with people. And ultimately to Peter making that difference is more important than a better salary.

(Marvel Knights Spider-Man #9)

[pedrobois-fanfic-collections]

Marcus Moreno x Reader: SuperVillainess

(he left out the specifics when talking to Missy btw, he didn’t full on HIMYM her)

Sorry tumblr isn’t letting me read more this

-

Marcus slumped into the door of his house, opening it, head downcast.

“Dad! Oh good you’re safe!” Missy ran over and grabbed him in a hug. “I was worried, I heard there was a high profile security breach at the heroics and I didn’t know if you were going to answer. What’s wrong?” Missy pulled back, studying his face.

“It’s nothing.” Marcus looked away, running his hand down his jaw absently.

“Is that where you go every month? Same day, same time, it’s not a heroics patrol, it’s… the prison isn’t it?”

Marcus sighed and rubbed her head, pulling her back for a hug. “You’re too clever for your own good, you know that?”

“I know.” Missy smirked.

“It’s more complicated than that, though.”

“Why, what are you doing at the prison? You’re not… it’s not about, that woman?”

“Your mom?” Marcus hesitated, eyes shifting. It would be so easy to lie. To assure Missy that it wasn’t, she would trust him if he tried hard enough. She might see past his lie but with enough conviction he could order her to trust him.

“Is it?”

“Yea, it is.”

“Dad… isn’t she a villain?”

“She’s been in prison for so long, and I’ve never given up hope on her that she would reform. She’s had a tough past, and we’ve been through so much together. I can’t give up on her.”

“Well, if you’re going to get her back, we’re going to need to know everything we can about her.” Missy grabbed her dad’s hand and dragged him over to the couch. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to need snacks. I’ll order a pizza and get drinks ready. You can start from the beginning.”

Marcus furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. “Alright…”

-

“Miracle Guy, we have to get into that lab, there’s human experimentation.” Marcus knelt on the roof.

“Why don’t you just rip the metal of the ceiling up?” Miracle Guy muttered.

“Because then I would fall through and whatever I land on would notice me immediately.” Marcus rolled his eyes.

MG sighed, “Fine, fine.” He reached down and thrust his hand into the metal, bending it back with a massive screech. The metal wrenched and tore, leaving a hole big enough for a person. “After you?”

Marcus raised his eyebrow, “Out of the two of us, who can actually fly?”

“Yea, well I thought you were the leader of the Heroics. Aren’t you supposed to lead?”

Marcus grit his teeth. “Will you just follow the damn orders?”

“Fine, but my name is going on the headline of the article.” MG jumped down through the hole and landed below with a heavy thud. “I don’t see anything.” He called up.

Marcus flickered his gaze towards the heavens, pulling out a flashlight, tying a rope to a chunk of the sheet metal, and sliding down.

It was true, in the gloom, there was little to see.

Except, there, a laboratory table. A woman, strapped to the table, lifeless. Or seemingly so. Wires and diodes attached to her and a series of machines all turned off.

“Huh, so your informant was good.” MG muttered walking over to the woman.

“Wait!” Marcus grabbed his cape.

“Hey, do not touch the cape.”

Not for the first time, Marcus rolled his eyes. “We don’t know who she is.”

-

“Is she mom?” Missy interrupted.

“Yes, don’t interrupt.” Marcus replied.

-

Marcus walked over to the lifeless woman and gazed down at her; flashlight held respectfully down. She was beautiful. With all your unique features, your height, your soft skin, your body, everything about you, tugged at his heart strings. Marcus felt his heart flop in his chest. Quickly he glanced to the side to see if Miracle Guy had noticed anything.

Miracle Guy gawked over Marcus’ shoulder but didn’t seem to notice the blush on his partner’s face.

“We gotta get her out of here.” MG muttered.

“Right.” Marcus looked at all the wires hooked up to you. What were they doing? Some of them were needles, seeming to pump strange chemicals into your veins, others were just diodes, perhaps monitoring your life signs? Yet there were no machines here idly beeping away.

MG grabbed a sticker attached to your skin at random and tugged it off.

Your eyes snapped open and you shot upright.

Marcus stumbled back, gasping softly, instinctively reaching for his weapons.

“Get away from me!” You cried.

“No, ma’am, we’re here to save you.” Miracle Guy gave you his winning smile.

The room burst to life, lights turning on and machines whirring into action.

Marcus shouted, “No!” As visible jolts of electricity charged into your skin. But despite the obvious watts of power, easily enough to kill a human, you seemed unperturbed.

You stumbled upright off the bed, reaching for two daggers that had been largely disregarded by the two men. The diodes and tubes slowly began to tug out of you as though you didn’t notice the pain of it, small spats of blood running down your skin as you glared wickedly at them.

“Ma’am!” Marcus tried again, concern twisting at his heart.

You looked in his direction but pointed the dagger at Miracle Guy. An arching blast of electricity shot out and slammed into Miracle Guy, knocking him back across the room and through the wall. “They named me Electrica.” You said in a low cold voice.

“Ok, introductions, that’s good. I’m Marcus Moreno.” Marcus pointed towards himself and smiled.

“I know who you are. Hours and hours, they spent on me.” Your arms trembled as you held out the daggers, spinning around and another arc of electricity shot.

Marcus jerked his head and an arm of metal came from the wall, becoming a conductor for the electricity. “Listen, I don’t know what they said, but I’m not the bad guy, I’m trying to rescue you from them.”

You straightened up, glaring at the conductor, glancing down at your useless weapons. “There is no more bad guys or good guys.” You murmured softly. “I will have vengeance on everyone. I could have stayed dreaming, a failed experiment, I will start with you.”

Marcus winced and swallowed.

You lunged forward, swinging your dual blades at him.

Marcus had range and strength, you had speed and dexterity. For every one blow he could strike at you, you could hit three on him. However, between his metal manipulation and your electricity, neither of you could ever land an actual physical strike.

After several minutes, blades were tossed to the side and the two of you stood together, locked in hand to hand combat. Marcus holding your dominant hand and you holding his dominant hand, your chests all but pressed together. The two of you were so close, your breaths nearly mingled as you panted heavily, you glaring with contempt up at him and Marcus simply defending himself.

And then Marcus got the upperhand.

He twisted your arm, spinning your around and thrust you into the wall, pressing his body against yours and holding you flush against it. Marcus’ chest heaved against yours as he leaned into you, head pressed into the nape of your neck, one hand on your shoulder, the other hand holding your wrist twisted behind your back. Swallowing hard and gasping for breath, Marcus breathed, “Please. Just. Give. In. You haven’t seriously hurt anyone yet. There’s still time to help you.”

You wiggled against him as you struggled to escape, ass pressing against his crotch, rather unintentionally, and Marcus inhaled sharply.

Abruptly you stopped, the two of you dead silent.

You blinked, face in the wall.

Marcus cleared his throat.

A smile spread across your face, “Oh? Is the goodly hero not so good after all?”

“Listen,” Marcus’ voice was deeper and gruffer, he kicked his foot in between your legs, “Just, stay still and this will be much easier.” Marcus tried not to breathe in your intoxicating scent. ‘Where was Miracle Guy?’

“Oh, but I think I like it much more this way.” You purred softly. “Tell me, what do you think if I do this?” You swung your hips in circles and Marcus had to fight from moaning. Damn, had it really been that long? “How about this?” You lifted your foot up and slammed it down on his.

Marcus sprang back in pain, grunting softly as you turned and kneed him in the crouch.

“Sorry, handsome, we could do amazing things, but I have places to be.” You winked, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. With another sharp jab to his throat you bent down and grabbed your daggers, opened a nearby door and vanished.

Marcus felt tears streaming down his face at the throat jab as he tried to catch his breath.

MG flew into the building, “What’d I miss? I called the media.”

Marcus groaned, massaging his throat, “She got away, no thanks to you.”

“You got bested by some cut rate villain?” MG snorted.

“Something tells me we’re going to be expecting a lot higher problems from her than just, ‘cut rate’ villainy.” Marcus muttered.

[tetsuuji]

December 8th: Ice Skating

Pairing: Sucrose x gn!Reader

Style: Scenario; Fluff, Platonic

Word Count: 471

Notes: Firstly, I want to thank all those wonderful people who sent their requests! THANK YOU, REALLY! I started on some of them already, but please be patient with me. Depending on how much free time I have every afternoon (after my daily dose of Genshin gameplay), I will post them one by one. Secondly, enjoy some Sucrose content! She deserves so much more love.

  It took Name awhile to convince Sucrose to join them for a trip to a frozen lake, but once they mentioned there could be something she could use for her research, her eyes glowed up, and her ears twitched a bit. It was a cute reaction to see, and Name was happy Sucrose joined them. They thought it was a good idea to take their friend outside, as she was spending all of her days and nights in her room or laboratory.

Even though it is hard for Sucrose to make friends, they somehow gained her trust. Whether that was because Name listened to her long stories about bio-alchemy or when they defended Sucrose from a group of pyro slimes when she was collecting flaming flower stamens, Name did not ask. They were glad they made another friend in Mondstadt. Sucrose was happy as well, although she did not show that in the beginning. 

She was too scared she would somehow offend Name as Sucrose did not know them at all, but she was observing them. She noticed they were easy to get along, with no signs of bad intentions. Name even invited her for a cup of coffee whenever they met in the town or outside adventuring. With time, Sucrose decided it was all right to let them inside her hectic life, which Name was grateful for immensely. 

Reaching their destination, Sucrose just wandered off to see if there was anything new she could take back with her, while Name left to take their boots off and replace them with ice skates. They did not skate for a long time, and hearing that waters near Mondstadt froze due to cold weather reignited the passion for their hobby. As Sucrose approached closer to the lake, she saw Name stepping onto the thick ice when they started sliding around its surface. Their movements were graceful, each slide holding its finesse to it. With each circle, Name was skating faster, spinning in the middle of the curve and raising their leg above the head when spinning in place. Sucrose was astonished by the newly discovered trait of her friend. 

For a moment, she forgot about the plants and different colored fur she found on the frozen grass nearby. It was stunning to see Name in their element, enjoying what they were doing. Sucrose loved their performance as well, giving them a small applause as Name stopped skating to take a deep breath. That was not something Sucrose could imagine just by Name’s story they shared with her, it had to be seen. 

Sucrose took her notes out of her backpack and quickly scribbled a few words on an empty page before Name could notice what she was doing. New Name Entry: Dexterity in their movements, proud physique; should observe more for personal improvement. 

[bones4thecats]

Cartoon Villains Characters

This is the Cartoon Villains Character List. If you wish to find another, go to my Request Form and you may find other parts of my blog!

᯽ Bill Cipher ~ 🧿 ᯽ Summerween Trickster ~ 🍬 ᯽ The Gnomes ~ 💍 ᯽ Chutzpar ~ 🐂

᯽ Lord Hater ~ ⚡ ᯽ Commander Peepers ~ 💡

᯽ Ludo Avarius ~ 🐢 ᯽ Thomas ‘Tom’ Lucitor ~ 👿 ᯽ Rasticore Chaosus Distastervaine ~ 🐊 ᯽ Toffee of Septarsis ~ ☄️

᯽ Mojo Jojo ~ 🐒 ᯽ His Imperial Majesty ‘HIM’ ~ ❤️ ᯽ The Rowdyruff Boys ~ 💀 ᯽ Sedusa ~ 🌹 ᯽ Fuzzy Lumpkins ~ 🌾

᯽ Aku ~ 👹 ᯽ Demongo ~ 👻 ᯽ Scaramouche the Merciless ~ 🎼 ᯽ Ezekiel Clench ~ 🃏 ᯽ Josephine Clench ~ 🌂

᯽ Benedict ‘Father’ Uno ~ 🔥 ᯽ The Delightful Children From Down the Lane ~ 💐 ᯽ Grandfather ~ 🥔 ᯽ Knightbrace ~ 🪥 ᯽ Mr. Boss ~ 💱 ᯽ Stickybeard ~ 🍨 ᯽ Count Spankulot ~ ��� ᯽ The Toiletnator ~ 🧻 ᯽ Mr. Timothy Fibb ~ 🦭 ᯽ Mr. John Wink ~ 🐃 ᯽ Numbuh 11 / Cree Lincoln ~ 🌷 ᯽ Numbuh 274 / Chad Dickson ~ 🌻

᯽ Vilgax ~ 🐙 ᯽ Kevin Ethan Levin / Kevin 11 ~ 👾 ᯽ Hex ~ 🪄

᯽ The Lich ~ ⚰️ ᯽ Ice King ~ 🧊 ᯽ Gunter ~ 🐧 ᯽ Hunson Abadeer ~ 🧛‍♂️ ᯽ Flame King ~ 🕯️ ᯽ Scorcher ~ 🔪 ᯽ Vampire King ~ 🤴 FIONNA AND CAKE ᯽ Winter King ~ ☃️ ᯽ Scarab ~ 🪲

᯽ Rob ~ 🛡️ ᯽ Julius Oppenheimer Jr. ~ 💣

᯽ The Beast ~ 🏮

᯽ Black Hat ~ 🎩 ᯽ Demencia ~ 🦎 ᯽ Dr. Kenning Flugslys ~ 🥽 ᯽ 5.0.5. ~ 🧸 ᯽ Penelope Numon Braxton / Penumbra ~ 🌙

᯽ Lord Garmadon ~ 🌋 ᯽ Morro, the Master of Wind ~ 🍃 ᯽ Pythor P. Chumsworth ~ 💜 ᯽ The Omega ~ 🔮 ᯽ Acidicus ~ 📖 ᯽ Aspheera ~ 💙 ᯽ Char ~ 🍵

᯽ Slade Joseph Wilson ~ ⚔️ ᯽ Trigon ~ 👑 ᯽ Gizmo ~ 💻 ᯽ Jinx ~ 🎆 ᯽ Mammoth ~ 🏋️ ᯽ See-More ~ 👁️ ᯽ Billy Numerous ~ ➗ ᯽ Kyd Wykkyd ~ 🟣 ᯽ Dr. Light ~ ☀️ ᯽ Cinderblock ~ 🪨 ᯽ The Brain ~ 🧠 ᯽ Monsieur Mallah ~ 🦍 ᯽ Blackfire ~ 💅 ᯽ Brother Blood ~ 🩸

᯽ Katz ~ 🐈‍⬛

᯽ Susan ‘Mandark’ Astronomanov ~ 🔭

᯽ Kevin ~ 🚲

᯽ Hector Con Carne ~ 🐻 ᯽ General Reginald Skarr ~ 🎖️

᯽ Nergal ~ 🖤 ᯽ Boogey Man ~ 😱

᯽ Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz ~ 🔫

[ca-8]

Okay okay Comett hear me out...

Dexter with a s/o who is like Raven from the show Titans?

Same back story and Everything.

Let's say that one day during a mission with the Titans something goes wrong and she's transported to the fusionfall universe.

Thanks in advance❤

A body flailed deep through the winds of space and time.

(Y/n) was unconscious, so they couldn't feel screeching light's jagged blades pushing against their chilled skin. Air held no home here, but an impossible storm rages on in between the interstellar threads. Despite light speed dragging them through plane after plane, silence pushed them into a deep and eerily tranquil slumber.

Memories of the last battle rang true even within the resting confinement. Flashes of their and their friend's enemy appeared few and far between; a tall, lanky demon with glowing black symbols covering most of his ruby skin. It was without a doubt that those symbols only belong to the creations of Trigon, a father who so lovingly tries to hunt his child down for the sake of power and will destroy everything else if deemed necessary.

And "necessary" pretty much means if he's bored or in a particularly poor, blood-thirsty mood. So, all the time, basically.

Which was why the winds seemed never-ending, why (Y/n) couldn't sense their friends anywhere near them as they slowly regained consciousness, and why never waking up from spiraling darkness appeared to be better than waking up isolated and alone.

But soon, the winds stopped. The threads of interstellar infinity released them of their grip, and their limbs didn't feel so tight against their body anymore.

Life sprung to their senses — one that was small and wounded toward the inability to stand and breathe. Beast Boy, they thought, but the life's energy didn't quite sync with their friend's energetic and laid-back nature. Still, is that an excuse to ignore a cry for help?

A flash of their father's face blinded them from within the confines of their waking mind. Every inch of their own agonized figure pulsated against their will to move, but a hero's will goes beyond physical capabilities. If their leader was present, he'd confirm it.

Screaming arms and hands were raised, and with bulging, crying eyes glued shut, (Y/n) released a cry; a demand that this cornered prey is to be shielded from its predator. Needles of pain pushed deep into their skin, through the pale patterns of Azarathian runes that curved over the ocean of (s/c), and pricked the surface of their muscle. Their train of thought was already running off the rails, but it wasn't enough. Tilting their head back toward the cornered life, a whisper fell through their lips.

The needles, suddenly enlarged to be as thick as swords, stabbed through them entirely. Before succumbing to the deepest slumber once more, they sensed the wounded prey standing on its own.





"....future..?"

".....impossible........never seen..."

"......how......is....?"

One voice faded in and out, repeatedly. It was like being submerged in a bottomless ocean, and (Y/n) would occasionally near its surface to hear humanity for only a second before getting forced back into the depths of the sea. Although the voice left, the curious and acutely knowledgeable energy never once disappeared.

Which meant that they were kept in a room where they once again battled for consciousness, and the formerly wounded prey was in there with them.

It wasn't long before the voice slowly became clear. "Could it be that the near-collision is creating some sort of rip? Or that the soldier's interference with time and space...?" it said. A male with a Russian-ish accent, from what they could make out, and perhaps one close to their age. They couldn't imagine an adult possessing a voice so high and...squeaky.

Probably better to check before making assumptions. With as few movements as possible, (Y/n) shifted. Something soft and thin moved underneath them along with a harsh texture that covered the top of their body. Their hood was off — in fact, it wasn't on them at all (and whoever made this decision better have a good reason if they want to keep all their limbs intact) — and the back of their head was well cushioned.

So, a bed, and no bondages to keep them held down. For once, their luck was starting to improve. (Y/n) moved their head to the side and slowly opened their eyelids, barely containing a hiss when a bright light burned their retinas. They shut their eyes tight and slowly tried again, and when they finally got used to the too-well-lit environment, their sights instantly landed on the prey.

Strange, no wonder they first thought he was Beast Boy. He was definitely under the average height, and if it weren't for the fact his skin was humanely pale and his hair shimmered with a bright orange, they would have mistaken him for their shape-shifting friend. However, this boy appeared as powerless as any other human.

He turned, and as soon as the narrowed ocean behind his eyes met with the glowering (e/c) of (Y/n)'s own, he was instantly startled out of his strict demeanor. The clipboard fell right from his gloved hands and hit the clean tiled floor, and his thick glass almost went right along with it.

"O-Oh! You are awake!" he exclaimed.

"Hope I didn't interrupt your conversation," (Y/n) stated.

"Huh-? O-Oh, do not worry about that, ehehe..." the boy stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, hey! Wait!"

He rushed over to them when they tried pushing themselves up from the mattress. "I've yet to properly analyze your wounds; my assistants and I took care of all your external injuries, but I fear that you may possess internal damage."

They pulled the cover off of them and saw most of their arms and legs wrapped tightly in bandages. A large gauze covered their waist; they could feel its cotton texture rub uncomfortably against what could be a gash. The only familiar sight was their black leotard and its ragged new look didn't appear too awful, at least.

The young man winced at the sight. "My apologies, I have been rather preoccupied with our...current situation-"

"Where am I?" (Y/n) asked.

He stood still for a second as his face began to drown in realization. "So it is true, you are not from here," he observed.

"Tell me what's going on."

Then, the young man fell silent. He hung his head to where they couldn't see much of his face, but by the way his bottom lip quivered, his lack of response couldn't foster peace.

"...We are at war," he finally said.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened, but they let him continue.

"A planet entirely made of fusion matter — an infectious substance whose prime goal is to overcome any and every organic matter — is planning to conquer Earth. My friends, my family, and everyone, including myself, is doing whatever it takes to stop such an event, including taking down the planet's master: Lord Fuse."

(Y/n) didn't know how tight their face had become until they softened at the sight of his sorrowful expression. He was clearly trying to keep a brave face, but with every word that fell from his lips, every feature of his grew close to devastation.

They sighed. "Well, isn't this lovely. Just what I needed today."

The boy's head perked up as they stood right to their feet. (Y/n) stumbled, but forced themselves to keep whatever composure their body could muster. And in this situation, every fiber needed to be pushed to its limits.

"Wait, I just told you, you need to take it easy!" he insisted, speeding toward them as they walked to the door. His hand grabbed their wrist, and though his grip wasn't rough, it was enough to keep them close. "Listen, usually I am the one asking the questions, typically when all my loved ones' lives are not at stake (you did just fall right out of a portal, after all...). And that is precisely why you need to stay here. Your body has suffered near-critical damage and it is not safe out there-!"

"It's fine." (Y/n) yanked their wrist out of his hold and held back a yelp when a sharp pain flashed through their forearm. "I need to find my teammates."

"Your...what?"

"My... I can't stay here."

They began to the door again until the boy ran in front of them and held out his arms. "I am serious. You saw what is out there. Your power, the way you used it against those things..." His eyes darted to the side, and it was probably because their eyes were still trying to adjust to the room, but they could have sworn a good portion of his face was pink. "...It was incredible. But now, you are in no condition to fight!"

"You have enough on your plate already."

The young man furrowed his eyebrows together. A subtle throbbing moved all throughout their body, but they could still stand.

And if they could stand, they could fight.

"I appreciate the patch-up," they said, "but as far as you're concerned, you never saw me. Now move."

He blinked up at them with parted lips and a gaze that begged for them to stay. Then, suddenly, that gaze twitched into irritation. "You saved me out there," he said. "I was dying, and I probably looked so weak and pathetic...and then, miraculously, you appear out of nowhere, a-and all my pain had suddenly gone...!"

He pushed himself up against the door with a fierce look. "I am not letting you back out there until you've healed. It is the only way I can repay you."

(Y/n) was glaring at him now; while they admired his chivalry, stubbornness has often proved to be a thorn in their side. "Thanks." They lifted themselves off the ground and toward the blinding ceiling, and the young man's face fell. "But no thanks."

As he reached up to call out to them, they vanished in the summoned shadows.

So he wasn't lying after all.

(Y/n) spread through the ruined air and above a depressing wasteland. What used to be neighborhoods were now corpses of houses, scattered few and far between while the unlucky ones were completely dismantled. Not a sign of organic life sprang to their vision; the only thing that tried to replicate grass here was the green goo that awkwardly spread for miles on end. The silence that rode along with the wind added to the eeriness, but hopefully, all of it would be the only dreadful sight they should see today.

How do I even know everyone else ended up here? they thought, ignoring the growing weight pressing down on their body. (Y/n) reached into their pocket and took out their phone. Its cracked, broken screen was just what they needed. Great. Never thought I'd have to add 'traverse through an unknown, war-devastated dimension for my missing teammates' to my to-do list, but I really shouldn't be surprised at this point, should I?

A figure scurried beneath them in the corner of their eye. (Y/n) stopped and searched the ground, and being the dusted winds, a figure resembling Starfire hurried from behind each pile of despair. Their chest suddenly became light, as if their heart flipped at the sight of their dear ally alive and well.

And even if it did do that, there was absolutely no way (Y/n) would tell her about it.

They zoomed toward the ground and landed on the rocky surface. A sharp spark of pain stabbed through their calves and they let out an agonized groan. There's no way I'm stopping now. They forced themselves to their feet again and rushed in the direction where they thought they spotted Starfire.

Although, something was off. The figure did resemble so much of the bubble alien princess, but shouldn't she be searching above ground too? And if she was too injured to do so, (Y/n) should have heard her voice calling out for either them or their other teammates. Starfire could never be silent for this long, especially if they were all separated like this.

She was behind them.

(Y/n) whirled around to shoot a beam of darkness at the figure, but another stab of agony made them lose their balance and just barely miss. They cried out as they fell to the side and got a better look at what they really saw earlier.

It was as if Starfire was dropped in a large pot of that green goo stuff and held every nerve in her body prisoner. Her long blood-red hair hovered over her glowing figure. She loomed above (Y/n) with glowing, glaring, pupilless eyes that shined a hellish spotlight. Her clothing held similar taste, but the vibrant color was replaced with a shredded darker contrast.

Out of all this, only the fusion matter that was now her skin kept (Y/n)'s attention. There's no way, they thought. Not her!

She — no, it — raised its arms, and a shimmering green beam exploded from the palms of its hands. (Y/n) leaped out of the way and pushed off the ground, flinging themselves to its side and chanting a spell that almost made them bite their tongue. Shadows emerged from their hands and sped toward the imposter, and the backlash almost tricked them into thinking their arms just tore off from their body. They screeched, much louder than their sore throat appreciated, and dropped from the air.

(Y/n) looked up. That spell was to trap that thing against the wall behind it. It wasn't much, but it had to be enough to get help; their body was on fire, and the reason they tolerated it for so long was because they thought an ally was nearby.

The young man popped into their head. But who knows how far they are from him now?

The thing held out its hands, and just like in (Y/n)'s worst nightmares, it grabbed the spell and turned its dark energy into a mess of failure. They could only watch as it melted within its grasp and fall right in front of them as nothing but a steaming shadow of what it once was.

(Y/n) pushed against the ground, but torment bit every piece of their body. Chains of exhaustion held them below, and they couldn't look up this time. They knew it was slowly coming toward them, readying its final attack, but they couldn't face it.

They couldn't face the fact that they let their friends down.

And yet the punishment never came.

Heaven screamed from behind. (Y/n) whirled their head around to see a familiar new face running toward them with glints of determination glistening in his glare. They turned back to the figure, and they saw that whatever he blasted at it made it thrust into the wall behind them. But it wasn't enough; the figure popped out of the cracks and released a haunting cry, and it zoomed right above (Y/n) and to the boy they thought they left behind.

He was holding a large machine gun-looking weapon until he dropped it and pulled out a (rather comically) large wrench from behind him. He leaped from the ground and was ready to swing his new partner at the creature, and when it seemed to have been face-to-face with him, he plunged the wrench forward and captured its neck within its jaws. Before they could blink or breathe or even remember they were in seething pain, he twisted his weapon and tore the creature's head right from its body.

With strange grace, he landed on his feet, and the creature plunged to the ground behind him, not even bearing a twitch.

The young man looked back at it for a second before rushing to (Y/n). "Hey, are you okay?!" he yelled.

(Y/n) didn't think to respond. They didn't know what they were feeling. Was it gratitude for being saved from their own mistakes, or an eerie shock from watching something that looked like their friend die right in front of them?

They kept debating until he kneeled in front of them. "Oh good god..." he gasped. (Y/n) peaked at themselves and saw that almost all the bandages were ripped open, and streams of blood freely flowed from the re-opened wounds.

"Here, we need to get you back to my lab," he said.

Everything was moving so quickly. They blinked, and suddenly they both were off the ground and leaving the decaying corpse far behind them with him carrying them in his arms. (Y/n) peered over the young man's shoulder. "Is...that a jetpack?" they asked.

He looked down at them and flashed an apprehensive smile. "Ehehe, well, you never know when you need one!"

They narrowed their eyes at him for a moment, and when he began to lose his composure with that red face of his, they snickered. "Glad to know weirdness comes in handy every once in a while."

They felt a shiver run through the young man's body and had to force the growing smile off their face.

"Hey..." they began. "Uh, thanks. For real this time."

His face glowed with a shy beam. "Of course. I need to repay you, remember?"

"You wouldn't have to if I'd just did what I was...nevermind."

The beam faded, and his eyes locked on their sullen face. "I take it that was your friend back there?"

They didn't answer.

"I understand how you feel. I have had to see many of my friends in that treacherous form. But you should know that doesn't mean they're gone."

(Y/n) felt another stab, but it wasn't in agony. It was a light shank filled with hope.

"Those...things. Fusions, we call them — they resort to those forms when they have taken something dear to the person they resemble. And if your friends are anything like you, I doubt they could be taken down so easily," he explained.

They turned away, but a smile reached their lips. "...Thanks for that. You must be some sort of hero around here too, huh?"

A long string of stutters erupted for the next few moments. "U-Uh! Well, I-I do not know about hero per say- well, I-I mean, I do make basically e-everything around here, which I humbly pride m-myself in-!"

(Y/n) giggled. They hated it, but in a way, it felt...relieving. Like a weight was slowly being lifted off their chest. They turned back to him, and his face was even more red than before. "Shut up," they joked.

He squeaked and kept silent, which proved to be surprisingly boring almost instantly. "Hey," they said, "so what's with this 'lab' you mentioned earlier?"

"Eh-? O-Oh! That's where, uh, basically the main base is. Many of my friends are there, and they actually offered to help with getting you better...also, you left something there. A cloak of a sort."

(Y/n) winced. How did they leave their hood behind??

"Well, thanks for not destroying while I was gone," they said.

"Ah, I would never! I happen to take VERY care of personal items! (Unlike some people I know...)"

"And with you touching my things, talking my ear off, and saving my life, it's really something that you still haven't told me your name."

He screeched out something that sounded like a few hundred apologies all at once. "Dexter!" he finally blurted. "It's...u-uh, Dexter... My apologies, I am usually not this...flustered..."

"(Y/n)."

Dexter looked back at them, and every shard of nervousness faded into warmth as tender as the setting sun. "Beautiful. As I expected."

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HELLO! Sorry this took me a little while... I've been kind of

Nevermind.

I hope you enjoyed! It was really fun making this; I think I'm getting the hang of Dexy again. And though I haven't dived into Teen Titans in a long while, I hope this version of (Y/n) as Raven is written as you wanted!! Thank you so much for the request!~

(Now where is it..?)

[spookysanta]

dreams. (e.d)

Summary: her mind conjures up questions in the middle of the night and they have to be answered immediately. 

Pairing: Ethan Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: bad writing, mentions of the (impending) apocalypse

hello! here’s another blurb for you guys while i finish up the next part of online. this is really short, too.. sorry :/

UNEDITED

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Her mind wanders at night. Maybe not to things that are relatively important, and maybe not to things that fall under the category of “coherent”, but she can’t help it.

Her dreams are strange, too. And she’s a believer of “dream meanings”, in that—while quite strange—the events that take place in her dreams are symbolic of things that will happen in the future. And possibly, she eats pizza before bed sometimes; that could be a reason for her strange mind-happenings, but it’s an ongoing investigation at the moment.

They laid together in bed on Thursday night. It was late and rainy but she was determined to get a full night’s rest (even with her boyfriend snoring obnoxiously in her ear). Her mind began to drift away, with the topic of the evening being: “which cartoon character would survive the apocalypse?”

Obviously, the answer to this question was Dexter from Dexter’s Laboratory or Mojo Jojo from the PowerPuff Girls.

Her eyes popped open, turning over in her boyfriend’s grasp around her waist. She poked him on the cheek. “Bubby.” She whispered. “Baby.”

“Hm?” he hummed. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She waved him off, desperate to get to the real issue. “I have a question, and I need you to answer it as honestly as you possibly can.”

“By chance, is it a question that can be asked in the morning?” Ethan grunted.

“No! It’s got to be answered now.”

He sighed. “Alright. Lay it on me.” He already had a hunch of where this was going, because guess what she had eaten before bed?

“Which cartoon character do you think would survive the apocalypse—Dexter or Mojo Jojo?”

Is she serious? He thought.

“You woke me up… to ask me if Dexter or Mojo Jojo would survive the apocalypse.”

“Mhm.” She nodded as she watched his brown eyes open to stare at her. She knows he was trying to determine if she was losing her mind—which, she’ll admit, he does often—but this was an important question that needed answering.

“Well, I don’t either of them would survive.” She felt him shrug around her. “If anyone at all would survive the apocalypse, it would be Courage.”

“The pink dog?”

“The pink dog.” He repeated with a scoff, “he is a legend.”

“He definitely wouldn’t last through the apocalypse.” She shook her head. “He’d be scared to death—literally.”

“You asked for my opinion, and I gave it to you.”

“It’s the wrong opinion.”

“Okay fine, who else would you put on the list of “apocalypse-surviving cartoon characters”?”

“Timmy Turner, no doubt.”

“Definitely.” He replied with a laugh. “As soon as he hears about an apocalypse, he’s callin’ up Cosmo and Wanda to protect himself, his friends, and his family.”

“For sure.”

“Y’know who else would survive? The Teen Titans. But I mean, if we’re being totally honest, the only member that has anything to worry about would be Robin.”

“Why’s that?”

“He has no powers, E. The only things he has going for him are his fighting skills and his metal stick thingy.”

“Well, he’s got Raven, Starfire, Beastboy, and Cyborg to protect him. I think he’ll be fine.”

“And what will Beastboy do protect him? Turn into a bird? I don’t think so. Robin’s a goner.”

Ethan was wide awake now, not even because of her shenanigans, but because he was laughing so hard at her logic. “Who else?”

“Oh! Pinky and the Brain. Brain is safe—duh—and Pinky is…well, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Ren and Stimpy, too. Maybe both will be safe because Stimpy will do anything at all to please Ren; if Ren says to get in the bunker, Stimpy’s gettin’ his ass in there.”

“Y’know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you’re crazy. And I think that we should go to bed.” He yawned, kissing her on her forehead. “But you’ve made some valid points, so how about we sleep on it, and reconvene in the morning?”

“Fine. Fine.”

[ca-8]

Doing this again because people like it for some reason

[ca-8]

Dexter x (Y/n) Scenario (When You First Meet)

A young girl strolled through the quiet hallways of Hubert High School. As the morning sunlight danced on her (s/c) skin, she looked down at her watch: seven-thirty. Her parents had always pushed her to be early to class, but she didn't mind. She didn't particularly like the loud bustling hallways filled with people, so the peaceful atmosphere of solitude had always filled her with tranquility.

She tried to hold onto that tranquility when she found her class. Or, to be more specific, her new class. 'It's just like what Mom and Dad said: 'Don't be nervous. Just think of it as your old school. And if boys try to harass you, we're allowing you to break their wrists.' The girl giggled at the last comment, fixed any imperfections on her comfortable outfit, took a deep breath, and entered the senior science classroom.

"Good morning," the girl greeted quietly to her teacher, who was sorting out some papers at her desk. The teacher tore her attention away from her papers and smiled up at the girl.

"Hello! May I help you?" she asked. The girl straightened her posture and tried to put more confidence in her voice.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n), and I'm new here. Are you Ms. Jones?" she said.

"Oh! Well, yes! Welcome to Huber Highschool, (Y/n)! Please, have a seat anywhere."

She took a good look at the layout of the seats and went ahead and chose the one at the front. She figured that would be the easiest way to get in and out of the classroom, so why not?

Just as (Y/n) sat down, a redheaded student entered the classroom that immediately caught (Y/n)'s eye. Her eyes widened at his seemingly professional scientist outfit, gloves, and everything! 'So cool...'

(Y/n) couldn't tear her eyes off of him as he walked up to the teacher's desk with a positive grin. "Good morning, Ms. Jones!" he greeted with a thick accent. Their teacher turned to him and gave him a similar smile.

"Good morning, Dexter! Why don't sit next to our new student, (Y/n)?"

His sky blue irises landed on her dumbfounded figure, and she flinched and tried to regain proper posture. Dexter gave her a welcoming smile, which she sheepishly returned, then casually sat next to her. (Y/n) peeked at him pulling out a science book before she pulled out her own book.

'I'm gonna go ahead and say it now. He's a major teacher's pet and a massive geek.' Her eyes darted towards him again. The redhead's eyes were glittering with curiosity as he read whatever was on the pages. (Y/n) felt a smile tugging on her lips as she suppressed a giggle. 'A cute one!'

As time passed, more students came in to fill the classroom with obnoxious chatter and gossip. (Y/n) frowned deeply at the rowdiness, but kept to her own business. The only thing that made her smile was seeing Dexter clearly hating the lack of silence in the corner of her eye as well. The way he rolled his eyes when the more 'energetic' students bursted made that giggle she was trying to hold erupt from her throat.

'Guess we already have something in common.'

Once the bell rang, the student's conversations finally died down much to (Y/n)'s relief. "Alright class, I have a special project for you all to do. You will be dissecting frogs today!"

The class either had groans of disgust or little shouts of victory. (Y/n) looked over at Dexter to only see him grinning.

"Hmph. Too easy," she heard him chuckle.

"Everyone, pair up with the person next to you. Brian, will you pass out the materials to each group?"

Everyone did as they were instructed, except for (Y/n) and Dexter. (Y/n) was in the corner of the front row, so it was either the window or the adorable geek. Since she would have no luck with the window, she turned towards the readhead to see him staring right at her.

The two stared at each other in an awkward silence before Dexter let out a nervous laugh. "So...ever dissected a frog before?" he started.

(Y/n)'s tensed shoulders started to relax. "Only one or two times. What about you?"

His gentle smile turned into a cocky grin as he let out an arrogant chuckle. "Hah! Ever since I was two years old!" he said with a strange glint in his eye.

As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, his eyes widened, as if he regretted what he just said. However, (Y/n) laughed at his reaction, thinking it was just an exaggeration. Dexter started to beam at her reaction and laughed along with her, and the two proceeded with the assignment. The uneasy atmosphere had completely disappeared.

Dexter was basically doing all of the work, even with (Y/n)'s offers of helping. Every time she tried to do the assignment, he would always point out how she should have cut it, and would always persist with the assignment by himself. From time to time, he would give facts about frogs that (Y/n) have never even heard of before (mainly because she's not really a biology person). He then began to show off his intelligence about biology as a whole, which got an impressive reaction out of her.

"I've never heard that fact before! Were you in an advanced biology class or something?"

Dexter chuckled as he continued carefully slicing open the frog's corpse. "You can say that..." he said.

"Okay, you're, like, really cool," (Y/n) said with a curious sparkle in her eye.

Dexter suddenly froze as his face turned almost the same color as his hair. His head whipped towards her when he yelled, "Really?!"

The entire class quieted down, and people began to laugh and whisper behind them. Ms. Jones raised an eyebrow at the duo. Dexter's bright red face shifted to a deeper shade as he sank into his seat. (Y/n) gulped and decided that this was her opportunity to finish the project.

"It was nice meeting you, Dexter," (Y/n) said as they packed up their things.

Dexter turned towards her and smiled warmly. "I look forward to being your science partner this year," he said before heading towards the doorway.

A fuzzy feeling floated around (Y/n)'s chest as her smile had grown. She began to pick up her own things until she heard someone shout, "Nice job today, dorkster!"

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow at the group of giggling kids at the back of the room, then turned to Dexter. His back was facing her, but she could still sense his frustration. Her face saddened when he didn't respond and just left without saying a word.

[ca-8]

(Heartbreak From War)

(Fusionfall X Reader) Chapter One

    Sobbing. That was what (Y/N) heard in the darkness. Everything on her body stung and ached terribly, so she couldn't move. All she could do was listen to the cries.

    "She can't be dead!" a male voice shouted.

    "(Y/n)...sweetie, please wake up..." a female voice whispered closely.

    "Where are the paramedics?!" another female voice shouted in the distance. (Y/n) became more conscious as these familiar voices continued to shout and weep.

    'Huh...what's going...on...?' her mind mumbled. A sudden dryness entered her throat, and a blinding light drove out the darkness.

    (Y/n) gasped as she shot awake on her bed. She whipped her head around only to see that she was in her room. She turned her head towards the window to her left, and she was greeted by the moon dominating the night sky. The young woman looked over to her alarm clock, which read three o' nine.

    (Y/n) laid back down on her bed. Her (E/C) eyes stared up at the ceiling, pondering about her dream before sighing when she realized fully what it was. 'That happened four years ago. I should have gotten over it by now,' she thought. Her eyes wandered to the right side of the room when they caught sight of a (F/C) necklace on her nightstand.

    Inside of the glass case, the necklace glittered under the moonlight. Small four (F/C) gems were lined up on one chain, while the biggest spot for a missing (F/C) gem hung below them in the middle, separating the smaller ones into twos. The main spot for the larger missing gem hung like a teardrop as if it was the symbol of (Y/n)'s life: beautiful, mysterious, and despairing.

    (Y/n) sighed and turned her body towards the window. The stars that partnered the moon were glimmering over the black and white CN sign. (Y/n)'s small town was beside the logo, so her house had a perfect view of it. Slowly, (Y/n)'s lips curled into a smile.

    'I shouldn't be stuck in the past. I'm visiting someone who I haven't seen in a while today! Who knows when he's going to disappear again? And I have to meet Dexter at his lab for a surprise...Gosh, I haven't seen him in months...And Frankie asked me to come in Foster's Home...Wonder what that's all about...And Ben asked me to hang out with him and Gwen...And Blossom...' Before she knew it, (Y/n) drifted back into a peaceful sleep.

~That morning~

    Seven o'clock. The time when the sun was starting to peek over the hills that surrounded CN City. Sunlight bathed the town, and shined through the windows of the suburban houses and large buildings to awake the citizens. Past the suburbs and into the hills was a small isolated town where the sunlight hit its next house. In that house contained a not-so-human girl that once saved the planet: (Y/n) (L/n), the teenage deity.

    As the sunlight warmed her (S/C) skin, (Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open. She raised up on her bed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then put on a bright smile. 'Hate getting up this early, but it's going to be worth it!' she thought, then jumped out of bed.

     "First I have to drop off the cupcakes at the Powerpuff Girls' formal..." (Y/n) mumbled to herself as she got out her clothes from her closet. Once she put them on her bed, she grabbed her phone from her nightstand. With one push of a button, her phone came to life, and it displayed a message from five minutes ago.

    Ben: Good morning, beautiful~

    (Y/n) blushed and rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. Ever since the nineteen-year-old broke up with his girlfriend, Julie, he's been hitting on the superpowered woman. She hasn't really caught any feelings for him, but she thought his actions were cute! And she was sure Ben felt the same way. After giggling at the winky face sent after and replaying with a 'Morning, Tennyson', the nineteen-year-old put down her phone and put her attention on her necklace.

    Her smile slowly diminished. Subconsciously, she made her fingers lift the glass cage and graze over the gems. The same gems that saved numerous lives countless times. The same gems that turned her into unstoppable beings. The same gems that couldn't save her father-

    (Y/n) shook her head to get rid of an unpleasant memory. When her phone buzzed again, she forced her attention back to it. It was Ben again.

    Ben: You know where to meet up, right? Do I need to send you directions?

    (Y/n) snickered and began typing.

    Me: I know where to go! We're meeting up at the Townsville Park.

    Ben: Aaahn! Wrong!

    Confusion was written on her face.

    Ben: Haha, just kidding. Yeah, you're right.

    Me: Oh my gosh, Ben... See you there.

    (Y/n) smiled to herself as she headed towards the bathroom.

~

    About fifteen minutes later, (Y/n) was staring at herself dressed up in her bathroom mirror. Her (H/L) (H/C) hair was in her favorite signature style, she wore her favorite (S/F/C) shirt with the same-colored leggings and a (F/C) skirt, and a pair of (F/C) boots. To put a finishing touch, (Y/n) walked back to her room and put on the necklace. Instantly, energy surged through her body, and (Y/n) took in a deep breath as her powers settled in. Seconds later, a (F/C) light swirled around her irises before settling inside them, and her eyes returned to their (E/C) color. A confident smile was placed on her lips, and she headed downstairs.

    "Okay, green hockey cupcakes, puck fudge, chocolate chess queen cake, sugar cat cookies, blueberry puppy cake, strawberry pie in the shape of a book...Jeez, what was their theme again?" (Y/n) said as she set the containers of each dessert on the kitchen islands. She remembered when she agreed to do some of the baking for the Pokey Oats University formal to get some stress off of the girls' backs, but had forgotten again.

    Then it hit her: the deal was that Blossom, the head of the Honors Society, was originally going to host the event. However, since Buttercup and Bubbles thought it was unfair for Blossom to take the lead, the entire Powerpuff Girl Trio decided to do a theme of their interests. Buttercup represented the sports teams, Bubbles represented the local Townsville animal shelter she volunteered at, and Blossom represented the intelligence of the University.

    (Y/n) giggled to herself. "Those girls can never agree on one thing, huh? Now how am I going to carry these all the way to the University?" Her hand held her chin, and after a moment of thinking, an idea popped into her mind.

Her finger touched the gem to the far left of her necklace, and a (F/C) light surrounded her. (Y/n)'s original eye color turned back into (F/C) as (Y/n)'s body was lifted off the ground. Her hair extended to her feet as strands of (H/C) hair transformed into (S/F/C) colored ones, and it went back into her (but flashier) signature style. Her (F/C) skirt and (S/F/C) fused into a (F/C) dress with tiny (S/F/C) gems covering the bottom. (Y/n)'s necklace floated from her neck and onto the top of her head, forming a light (F/C) glowing halo. Finally, (F/C) wings sprouted from her back, and the light around her disappeared as she floated gracefully back onto the ground.

(Y/n) smirked. 'Angel Form. A little over the top for bringing sweets to a college, but hey, why not?' She held up her hands and an (F/C) glow outlined them. At the same time, another (F/C) glow outlined the sweets and they floated up in the air. "Alright, let's get going," (Y/n) said.

    She exited the front door and locked it behind her. With the desserts floating by her side, (Y/n) pushed herself up in the air and soared into the cloudless sky. 'Besides, I might run into some trouble while I'm out. It would be nice to get a little work out in the morning!'

    It was a perfect day in the heart of CN City. Humans and creatures of all kind roamed the streets as they went along with the day. Up in the sky, (Y/n) smiled down at the serene town. A couple people looked up and waved at the demi-goddess, which she returned. Once (Y/n) flew past the heart of the city, she saw the university up ahead, and she knew she was in Townsville at that point.

    The college grew larger in her view. She swung around the building and saw a separate one at the back. Her wings hung straight beside her, and (Y/n) slowly landed in front of the smaller building. Her feet gracefully touched the ground, and she walked through the opened doors.

    Immediately, she saw the honors society president in the middle of the gym. "Stephanie, go ahead and put the banner above the stage. Hannah, go check on Brian and Rosie to see if they got the balloons ready," Blossom ordered. (Y/n) grinned and approached her. "Hey, Red," she greeted.

    Blossom tensed up and turned to her with a pink tint on her cheeks. When she knew it was her friend, she immediately relaxed, but the pink tint didn't go away. "I told you not to call me that," she said, smiling. "Would you rather want me to call you Shortcake?" (Y/n) responded. Blossom's blush went deeper as she pouted and said, "Nevermind... Hey guys! Come get the desserts and store them in the refrigerators in the back, please."

    (Y/n) waved at the cakes, and they floated and rested into a couple of the students' arms. "Everything looks amazing, Blossom!" she complimented, observing the decorated gymnasium. "Thanks! We still have a few things to do, but the place should be ready for tomorrow night," Blossom informed. "Did you have to go in Angel Form just for this?"

    "No, but it was the first thing that came to mind." (Y/n) held onto her halo. After a small flash surrounded her body, she was back to her human self. "Hey, thanks, (Y/n). The desserts look awesome," Blossom said, her pink eyes softening.

    "No problem, Red," (Y/n) said. "I know how you are when you're stressed." The girls laughed.

   "So how are you and Dexter doing?" (Y/n) asked.

    Blossom's smile faltered. "Uh, fine!"

    (Y/n)'s smile faded completely as she raised an eyebrow. "I can tell something's wrong," she said. She knew that the nineteen-year-olds didn't really have a chance to interact as a couple much lately, but something else was off.

Blossom's eyes widened and she held up her hands. "N-No! Everything's cool!" she laughed. (Y/n) looked at her suspiciously and was about to press her again until a high voice called her name.

    "(Y/n)!!" Bubbles yelled, hugging the woman from behind. "AH! H-Hi, Bubbles," (Y/n) giggled, turning around to wrap her arms around the Pokey Oats cheer captain. She opened her blue eyes and gave her the kindest smile she's ever seen. "Did you bring them yet?!" she asked, bouncing. The purple octopus in her arms stared at (Y/n) with an empty smile.

    "Yep! Just like you asked," (Y/n) responded, pointing to the students who were hurrying to the back of the gym once they saw Bubbles. She squealed and ran over to them. "Ah! Bubbles, don't eat them yet!" Blossom scolded as she ran after her sister. (Y/n) laughed at her trying to hold her sister down, but as soon as she felt an unknown presence fly past her, her laughing ceased.

    She turned around, but all she saw were students carrying party objects and decorating the gym. "Hmm..." she mumbled, and her eyes widened when she sensed someone speeding right towards her. In the nick of time, (Y/n) ducked, and she only felt fabric just barely graze the back of her neck.

    Crash!

    (Y/n) stood up and almost put her hand on her necklace until she saw Buttercup rubbing her head and growling. At that moment, (Y/n) relaxed and smirked. "Hey, Buttercup," she said. The leader of the Pokey Oats hockey team looked up and scowled.

    "Don't look at me like that! The only reason you were able to dodge me was because of your stupid necklace," she snapped. (Y/n) looked down to see that one of the gems on her necklace was glowing. "Fair point," she said, snickering. Though, when she saw a red gash on Buttercup's forehead, her stomach dropped.

    "Oh my gosh!" (Y/n) said, running up to her. "Here." She kneeled down in front of her, and one of her hands held onto one of the gems while the other one hovered over her wound. "Hey, what're you-?" Buttercup started, but was cut off by (Y/n)'s hand glowing (F/C). The wound was then covered with an (F/C) coating and it closed up within a matter of seconds.

    (Y/N) grinned in relief. "You're so reckless," she acknowledged. A deep red hue covered Buttercup's pale cheeks, and she pouted while averting her green eyes. "Buttercup! What did I say about speeding inside the gym?" Blossom exclaimed. Her sister huffed as she got up and stomped off.

    "I'm so sorry about her, (Y/n). Ever since the hockey team has been threatened to shut down, she's been a little on edge," Blossom apologized. "It's no problem, really! I can take her," (Y/n) assured. Bubbles walked up to the duo while staring at Buttercup. "What's the deal with you guys anyway?" the blonde asked.

    "Buttercup wants to 'take me down', as she said in her own words. She thinks if she beats me, she'll be one of the strongest people on Earth, or something like that. I'm suprised she hasn't told you," (Y/n) explained. The two sisters exchanged confused glances.

    "THE STRONGEST!" Buttercup shouted, turning back to the trio. The girls laughed until (Y/n)'s phone buzzed. "What's wrong?" Blossom questioned. (Y/n) pulled out her phone from her pocket and saw that it was a reminder to meet with Dexter. "Crap! I forgot I had to meet Dexter at his lab. Sorry girls, I have to go."

    Bubbles whined as Blossom looked away with dejection in her eyes. (Y/n)'s eyes softened when they landed on her, and she put a hand on her shoulder. "I'll tell him you miss him," she reassured. Blossom smiled wearily, but her eyes still held sorrow.

    "And I'll miss you!" Bubbles whimpered, wrapping her arms around (Y/n) again. She smiled and ruffled her blonde hair. "I'll be back for the formal, silly," she said. Bubbles looked up at her and smiled, then flew off from the ground and to the stage. (Y/n) examined the area and saw a scowling Buttercup leaning against the wall.

    "Can't wait to see your outfit for tomorrow night," she commented. She whirled her head towards her and glared. "I'm not wearing a dress if that's what you're thinking!" she claimed, then zoomed off.

    (Y/n) laughed to herself and turned to Blossom. "Later, Red," she said, and after receiving a wave, she exited the gym.

~

    'Good thing the college isn't too far from Tech Square,' (Y/n) thought as she walked through the bustling city. Flying cars soared through the sky while colossal buildings towered the area. (Y/n) breathed in the clean urban air (thanks to a large air purifier that Dexter built a while ago), and a calming breeze flowed through her (H/L) hair. Apart from the blood-red factory building that was coming up in view, the city was as calm as ever.

    Soon, (Y/n) was in front of DexLabs. Its blue and white structure overlooked (Y/n)'s the small figure but in a comforting way. The teenager smiled as she thought of the times when the building used to be a normal house, and she and her friends would come to sleepover and look at all the inventions Dexter has made. However, thanks to them growing up, and the growing success of DexLabs, those times turned into distant memories.

    Those memories soon turned into reminders of Dexter's sister, Dee Dee. (Y/n) giggling at the times where she would constantly break his inventions, and while he was harshly scolding his sister, the younger version of (Y/n) would be laughing in the background. She remembered the day where Dee Dee had to go off to college, which was on the other side of CN City. She remembered how Dexter constantly asked her, Ben, and the PPG to come over so he wouldn't be lonely, even if he refused to admit it. She remembered how even after all that, Dexter became more reclusive and buried himself in his work instead of talking to any of his friends.

    Her smile faded. 'I'm glad that he asked me to come in today. I hope he isn't too overwhelmed with all this work,' (Y/n) thought, walking up to the glass door. She observed the many robots swarming around the place. The only thing that made her worried was that no human employees were around anywhere. 'He's getting so used to artificial life. I hope he takes a break from work and works on his human relationships.'

    Before (Y/n) walked into the building, she turned to the factory that was across Dexlabs. She held in the urge to roll her eyes at the dramatic scene: Rain clouds producing lighting, the glowing 'menacing' red lava mixed with the black paint, and the depressing background it was put in. (Y/n) stuck her tongue out at the place and went inside Dexlabs, secretly wondering what the factories' CEO was doing. 'Probably fawning over his Dee Dee shrine again.'

    "Greetings, (Y/n)." That robotic voice made (Y/n) jump and spin around. She laughed nervously at the sight of Computress, Dexter's assistant, staring at her with blank green eyes. "H-Hello, Computress," (Y/n) greeted.

    "It is nice to see you again," Computress started, smiling. "Dexter has requested your presence."

    "I'm aware of that," (Y/n) politely informed. "Do you know where he is?"

    "He is on level thirty. He will be delighted to see you."

    "Oh, really?"

    "Yes. He has been thrilled while waiting for your particular visit."

    (Y/N) beamed. "Thank you, Computress." The robotic assistant nodded and walked off. (Y/n) turned and headed towards the elevator at the end of the main room.

    She stepped in and pressed one of the buttons for level thirty. As the doors closed and the elevator lifted (Y/n) took a deep breath. 'When I see him, I'm going to give him a hug so bone-crushing so he'll feel how much I've missed him,' she planned. 'Then I'll beg him to come outside. Then I'll just drag him to the dreaded sunlight.'

    The elevator stopped and the doors opened. (Y/n)'s eyes widened at the sight of millions of machines stacked upon each other. The lights on the ceiling were mostly covered by the complex inventions, so any light barely made its way into the room. (Y/n)'s eyes narrowed angrily. 'He's been working like this for the past few months?! Ugh, I'm totally taking him home with me. He can't live like this.'

    (Y/n) traveled through the piles of impossibly possible machines. In the distance, she could see a bright light in the middle of the dull room, and she sped up. Walking around another stack, her eyes lit up when she saw the sight of her genius friend sitting at a desk piled with numerous amounts of papers.

    (Y/n) internally squealed, but instead of running up to Dexter and tackling him with a hug, she tiptoed her way up to him. On the way, she heard him mumbling something about new inventions and deadlines, and her happiness died a little inside. She stopped right behind him and leaned into his ear, thankful that he didn't notice her yet. "Hey, Einstein," she whispered.

    "GAH!" Dexter jumped up from his seat and pulled a weapon out of his lab coat, then aimed it at (Y/n). She didn't faze and only smirked deviously, watching as he caught his breath and took in who scared him. Slowly, he put the weapon down as his blue eyes softened, and he grinned at her.

    "Normally, I would have blasted your head off for doing such a malevolent act, but since I have not seen you in a while, I'll make an exception," he explained in his famous accent. (Y/n) giggled and embraced Dexter in that bone-crushing hug she planned for him. His small grin transformed into a wide smile as he wrapped his arms around her. A comforting silence was hanging in the air while they secretly recalled pleasant memories.

    (Y/n) tried to pull herself out of the hug, but the redhead's grip kept her in his embrace. "You missed me that much, dude?" she chuckled. He opened his eyes and quickly let go of her, blushing. "U-Uh! Don't get the wrong idea!" he shouted. (Y/n) laughed and ruffled his hair, but stopped when she got a good look at his face.

    Dark bags were under his eyes and the light blue in his eyes had almost turned grey. A couple of scratches covered his cheeks while a crack sat in the corner of the left lens of his glasses, and his lab coat was covered in dirt. Her eyes narrowed and Dexter noticed. "What's wrong?" he asked.

    "You," she said, and Dexter flinched, looking offended. "Have you been getting any sleep lately?" she asked.

    "Um, well..." he dragged on, and her eyes glared daggers into his soul. "Look, I'm sorry if my appearance worries you, (Y/n), but deadlines have been piling up on me," he explained, sitting back down at his desk.

    "Why don't you get Computress and your robot workers to help you with all this?" she said.

    "They do, but there are countless inventions that still need to be worked on. And those inventions are to be handled by me. No other robot or person can handle that job."

    (Y/n)'s eyes softened, and she approached him and wrapped her arms around him while putting her head on his shoulder. "I'm worried about you, Dexter," she confessed.

    Dexter tensed, and she could have seorn she saw his cheeks heat up. "(Y/n), I wanted this. The world needs me, and if this state and dependence on coffee is my price for it, then so be it." He yawned at the end of his sentence.

    (Y/N) sighed and turned Dexter around so he could face her. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders as she explained, "The world also needs you to be healthy. Sooner or later, you're going to collapse if you keep this up." Dexter frowned, averting his eyes from hers. (Y/n) wanted to smack him, but she held in the urges and gave him a smile. "Come on, a small break wouldn't hurt. You said you had a surprise for me, didn't you?"

    Dexter's eyes lit up. "Oh, of course! Follow me." The scientist got up and led the teenager to the other side of his lab. (Y/n) beamed with happiness and caught up with him. "I've been feeling guilty about missing your last birthday..." Dexter started.

    (Y/n) patted his back. "Worry about yourself first, dummy." Dexter let out a weak chuckle. "I will get to that. But I wanted to make up for it." As he finished, they approached a giant tube with (F/C) liquid inside of it. (Y/n)'s eyes glimmered with curiosity, and she gazed back at Dexter, who had a light pink tint dusted on his pale cheeks along with a shy smile. He went up to the tube and pressed the big red button beside it. A small hole opened at the bottom and sucked the liquid out, leaving a floating ring with an (F/C) gem that shined brighter than any star (Y/n) has ever seen.

    "Woah..." she uttered. Dexter observed her face as if he was trying to gain as much pride as he could. "I have noticed that you have a fondness for jewelry, so I decided to craft a small gift using platinum that little gem you like."

    She was about to approach the machine until Dexter predicted her actions. He gently put the ring in his gloved hand and proceeded towards (Y/n). She gasped softly when he carefully grabbed her hand and held it up to put the ring on her ring finger. At that point, (Y/n)'s (S/C) cheeks were the same color as Dexter's hair. She wanted to suppress her fluttering heart, but her feelings were too strong to be put down. She looked into his eyes; they were exhausted, but still held warmth. His lips were the same. "There's one more thing," he said. With her hand still in his palm, he pressed the gem, and it flipped up to reveal a picture of her and him alone together with happiness on their younger faces.

    Tears pricked her eyes and (Y/n) used her other hand to cover her mouth. "Dexter..." she managed to say after a few moments. "This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done to me. Thank you so much." She lightly pulled her hand away and held it in her chest, looking away.

    Dexter's smile dissolved. "Something's wrong, isn't there?" he predicted. (Y/n)'s turned back towards him. "No, I-...I just thought..." Her fluttering heart started to crack. "I just thought this would be something you'd do for Blossom..."

    The redhead's hand went by his side. The warmth in his eyes transformed back into dullness while a frown held onto his lips. "We broke up," he admitted.

    (Y/n)'s eyes widened with shock. "What? When? What happened?" She started following him when he began walking back to his desk.

    "A few weeks ago. It started out fine until we began fighting. Then there were the silent treatments and the making-ups, and back to fighting...It got out of hand, and that was when we stopped talking to each other entirely." He came to a halt at his desk with his back facing her. (Y/n) stopped and held a saddened look in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said, deciding whether or not to hug him again. Though, when he turned around, he made the decision for her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

    "Don't apologize. I believe we have made the right decision. We don't love each other like we used to," he mumbled in her ear. (Y/n) put her arms around his waist. "You guys are still friends, though, right?"

    Dexter pulled away and smiled. "Of course." The two pulled away slightly but didn't break apart. Dexter looked as if he wanted to say something else, which sparked (Y/n)'s interest. "Something's wrong, isn't there?" she repeated what he said earlier, smirking. This time, Dexter didn't laugh. (Y/n) put a hand on his strangely warm cheek and brought his attention over to her.

    "You can tell me." He was hypnotized by her stare for a moment before he shut his eyes tightly. "(Y-Y/n), I r-"

    "Dexter."

    The duo yelped and whirled around to see Computress. "Computress, I'm the middle of something!" Dexter barked. "You are required to attend a meeting in fifteen minutes," she continued. Dexter glanced at (Y/n) before turning back to his robot assistant.

    "Whatever happened to you attending the meetings for me?" he inquired. "Professor Utonium wishes to meet you in person."

    Dexter fell silent. "Professeor Utonium?" (Y/n) asked. "I work with him," Dexter responded. (Y/n) felt her shoulders slump, but she remembered her meeting with Ben. She walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

    "We can finish talking later. I'm sure this is important, and you need to shower. Seriously."

    Dexter snickered. "I'll see you later, (Y/n)," he said, turning to her. (Y/n) responded with a "Bye Dexter," and walked out of the lab, hearing a defeated sigh behind her.

~

    "AHH!"

    As soon as (Y/n) entered the Townsville park, people were running past her with fear on their faces. "What the heck?" she mumbled, then ran deeper into the park. When she set foot in the heart of the small forest, she stopped once her eyes laid on Ben in his human form in front of a giant green monster.

    Its slime dripped on his green jacket, but Ben was too focused on hitting his Omnitrix. (Y/n) heart pounded in panic. "Ben! What are you doing?!" (Y/n) yelled. "My Omnitrix! I-It's not working!" he shouted. The slime monster continued to emerge from the trees, its red eyes glaring down at him. (Y/n) could see the trees sticking to the monster.

    'I gotta help him!' (Y/n) declared. She gripped onto her necklace and felt herself float off the ground. With (F/C) light taking over her body, her normal outfit transformed into a tight (F/C) jumpsuit with (S/F/C) colored streaks down her thighs and across her chest. Her body disappeared, and her invisible self flew right into the monster. 'Ew...' she thought but kept her composure. Once she was in the middle of its body, she held her breath and held onto her necklace again.

    The light covered her once more, and she felt her ears turning pointier while feeling her clothes becoming looser. With her hair transforming into a long thin braid, her eyes glowed their signature color. (Y/n) held up her hands and quickly created a forcefield around the smaller version of her body, and she enlarged that shield to blow up the monster to bits.

    Free from the inside of the monster, (Y/n) breathed in the fresh air and gently floated back onto the ground. She opened her eyes and grimaced at the sight of slime all over her simple (F/C) dress. Ben held a dumbfounded face the whole time, but when her glowing eyes spotted him, he gave her a charming grin. "Did I ever tell you looked incredibly cute in your elf form?" he asked playfully.

    (Y/n) scoffed. "Tennyson. Nice to see you and your..." She hesitated when she focused on his superpowered watch. "...malfunctioning Omnitrix." The grin Ben held turned into a frown once he laid eyes on his weapon. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Something's been going on with my Omnitrix lately. I haven't been able to summon any alien forms. It's like its energy is just...gone."

    Just when (Y/n) was about to respond, two of her other friends came running towards them. "Sorry we're late," Gwen said, catching her breath. Kevin approached Ben and looked over his shoulder. "So your Omnitrix isn't working, huh?" he said.

Ben turned to him and shook his head.

    "Have you tried turning it off and turning it back on?" he asked. They all looked at him as if he just said that superpowers were a myth. "...(Y/N), can you please help us?" Gwen asked.

    "What do you need help with?" (Y/N) responded.

    "We need you to tap into Ben's Omnitrix to see what's going on."

(Y/n) gasped softly. "What? I-I mean, I could, but what about you, Gwen? Can't you use your spellbook to do that?"

Gwen sighed and took the purple and gold spellbook out of her backpack. She lightly grazed her fingertips and said, "I can't." (Y/n)'s eyes widened. "What? What happened?"

    "I don't know! My magic has been weakening for the past couple of weeks, and now I can hardly do anything. A lot of my spells have been unsuccessful, including the ability to magically communicate. And it's not only us. We've heard that most of the imaginary friends back at Foster's home came down with a mysterious illness." She put the book back in her bag and approached (Y/n). "(Y/n), please. If your magic hasn't been affected like this, we need your help."

    (Y/n) hesitated, but comforted her friends with a smile. "Why should I refuse? I'm more than happy to help."

Gwen let out a sigh of relief. "What about you, Kevin?" (Y/n) asked, turning to the dark brunet. "Have your powers been weird lately?"

    "I can still turn into any object I touch, but it seems to be getting more difficult."

    "Hmm..." (Y/n) walked up to Ben and touched the Omnitrix with her fingertips. She took in the silence around as she breathed in, letting all of her thoughts and emotions melt away. She tilted her head back, feeling her braid flow in the wind, and took in one last deep breath before her vision turned white.

    EEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!!

    "GAH!" (Y/n) yelled, jumping back. The others flinched as the girl caught her breath. Her heart raced inside of her as if it was about to burst out of her chest. Her face was covered in sweat, and her hand quickly held onto her necklace to turn back into human form.

    "(Y/n)! Are you okay?" Ben said, putting his hands on her shoulders. "I..." (Y/n) started. "I saw static..."

The trio went silent before Gwen spoke up. "What do you mean by that?"

    "I mean I saw literal static. And there was screaming too..." Ben's face was covered in horror. "Ben, who did you fight before your Omnitrix became like this?" (Y/n) asked, looking up at him.

    "Nobody. This monster was the only enemy I saw within the past few weeks." Gwen and Kevin looked around at the leftover green slime as if they had just noticed they were there.

    Once (Y/n) retreated back to her original form, she spotted a familiar symbol on the ground. A giant red M with little black spikes on the side reminded her of an annoying brat accompanied by a weirdly hypnotizing laugh. "Mandark..." she mumbled.

    "Maybe he has something to do with this," Gwen guessed, narrowing her green eyes. "Then let's get this prick and earn some answers!" Kevin declared, then ran towards the direction of Tech Square. "I'll check in with Nigel and Jack to see if they're alright, and see if Jack knows anything too. I'll head over to Foster's Home too. That's probably why they needed me..." (Y/n) said, mumbling the last part.

    Gwen nodded and headed after Kevin. Ben started to run after them but turned back to (Y/n). "Hey, (Y/n)?" he said. She turned around and saw him with a bashful grin. "Thanks for the information. Maybe we should-"

    "Ben!" Gwen grabbed his wrist and forcefully pulled him in her direction. "Not now!" she yelled, and they disappeared behind the trees. (Y/n) tilted her head in confusion, but shrugged it off and headed towards the Numbuh One's house.

~

    "Nigel!" (Y/n) yelled as she ran up to the treehouse. She knew that she didn't have time, but memories of her and the KND flashed in her mind.

    The sleepovers with the smell of hot chocolate and junk food. The presentations of weird but fun weapons to use against despicable adults. The immature nonstop laughter from when they teased Numbuh Four for liking a girl. (Y/n) was friends with the KND, so much so that they were like the siblings she never had. These memories made the worry within her fade.

    But as she rang the doorbell to Nigel Uno's house, she recalled another memory. It was Nigel the week before his thirteenth birthday. He was raging towards the other kids about how he didn't want to grow up and leave the KND. Numbuh Three hundred sixty-two and a couple of other kids were trying to calm him down, but it only intensified his frustration. (Y/n) heard it all from Numbuh five. When she went to visit him afterward, it was the first time she ever saw him crying.

    The rest of his team had their memories wiped willingly. Some broke down, but they did it together. After that, they were just regular teenagers. (Y/n) had to get to know them all over again.

    At the time he was finally thirteen and was about to get his memory wiped, he gave into the memory. However, when (Y/N) came to visit him again, he told her his entire plan of going with the Teens Next Door. Ever since then, he's been going on secret missions by himself trying to get his friends back.

    "(Y/n)?" Nigel Uno asked while waving a hand in her face, snapping (Y/n) out of her trance. "Ah! Hey Nigel!" (Y/n) yelled, trying to seem cool by leaning her arm against the doorframe.

    Her friend's grin was filled with chaff. "So I'm guessing you didn't hear a word I said."

    Her cool composure disappeared. "Uh..." she trailed off with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks. Nigel chuckled and gently held onto her hand. "Come on. I need to show you something," he said, pulling her into his house.

    "The T.N.D. and I have been getting recent reports of strange occurrences around the city," he informed as they got to his backyard and into the treehouse.

    "And these reports were...?" (Y/n) asked, trying to ignore the dull emptiness of the treehouse. It was upsetting without the rest of Nigel's team with him: The studious Numbuh Two, the high-spirited Numbuh Three, the courageous Numbuh Four, and the feisty Numbuh Five. They were still there, but at the same time, they weren't.

    "Any sort of technology has been malfunctioning. When it was fixed, they were only able to work for a certain amount of time. It seems that the less advanced it is, the more defective it will be." They approached a room with a large screen above a display of buttons.

    "My computer has only had minor issues, but I managed to track the bigger problems." Nigel pushed up his sunglasses and pressed a few buttons, and presented before (Y/n) was a map with red and orange dots covering most of it.

    "These dots represent the malfunctions. The orange ones represent the minor issues, and even over some people, who I assume have those magic powers. The red ones are a bit more interesting."

    "What do you mean?" (Y/n) questioned.

    "These reports have been saying that through static, there have been strange faces appearing and disappearing. All of them aren't clear, but some have said they've managed to see some sort of small monster with red eyes. A few people even said they've been hearing screaming too."

    A feeling of dread took over (Y/n). "H-Holy..." she stuttered. The eighteen-year-old examined her reaction before he continued. "Just yesterday, orange dots appeared over Mandark Industries."

    "Mandark? Then Dexter would be at risk too! And if that happens..."

    "Then all our technology might collapse, and people who possess any sort of power will lose every ounce."

    Nigel looked as if he wanted to point out something else, but he kept quiet. However, (Y/n) already knew what it was as she glanced down at her necklace with concern. "What could be causing this?" she wondered.

    "We don't know, but whatever it is, we need some sort of protection against it. Have you ever experienced anything weird with your power within the past few weeks?"

    (Y/n) looked down at her necklace again. She gazed deep into it and sensed for any imperfections, but it looked the same as ever. "No, my powers have been working just fine."

    "Hmm...Okay, I need you to report this to Dexter. I already got the news about Ben and Foster's Home, so we'll need to keep an eye on them. I'm going to check in with the KND bases on other planets to see if they're still running fine."

    "KND bases? But you aren't-"

    "I know. Even so, I made a voice changer so my voice can sound like their new leader, Numbuh Three hundred sixty-three."

    (Y/n) opened her mouth until she recalled the old supreme leader of the KND, Numbuh Three Hundred Sixty-Two, having her memory wiped a few months after Nigel. She began walking out of the room but was stopped by the former Numbuh One. "Hey, be careful out there, (Y/n). We don't know what to expect." She turned to him and gave him her famous confident expression.

    "You know I'm always careful, chief." She winked at him, and he made a 'tch' sound accompanied by a smile. "No you're not," he said, snickering. (Y/n) giggled and walked out of the treehouse.

    Once she reached the outside, that smile was wiped off of her face. She made the mistake of looking up at the sky when she saw something abnormal in the corner of her eye. When she did, her eyes went small at the sight of a small green dot.

    (Y/n) shook her head and opened her eyes again. It was still there. She rubbed her eyes and looked back up. It was still there. (Y/n) felt the dread inside of her becoming bigger and bigger, and she soon found herself running towards Tech Square, unaware of one of the brightly glowing gems on her necklace. She didn't know what that green dot was, but her instincts told her that it was far from good.

~

    "Ahem, Saturnbase? This is Numbuh three hundred sixty-three, come in, Saturnbase," Nigel said into the radio in a high pitched female voice. No reply. Sweat dripped down his face as he pressed another button.

    "Jupitarbase? Is anybody there?". Nobody answered. "Plutobase! If anyone's there, please respond!" Silence.

    Nigel stepped and watched the screen show three separate information boxes. All of them had the name of the KND bases, and what caused him to have a pang of distress was the name 'offline' under all of them. 'Something's not good...I need to warn them!'

    He quickly ran out of the room, not caring about the consequences if he showed up to the KND moonbase. As he headed towards the underground where his old rocketship, the screens behind him turned to static. And within that static was a green blob begging for help.