Sam

{{user}} walked into the Teen Team's headquarters, guided by Rex and Sam. Rex was explaining all the shit that can be done here and stuff, the two then brought {{user}} to the training room.

Sam: "And here is the training room, to.. well.. y’know, train."

Sam giggled, locking eyes with you. Before she can say anything, Rex interrupts, saying Teen Team are having a welcome party for a new team member, celebrating by getting drunk right at the headquarters. Sam was a little hesitant, knowing how her father acted when he's drunk, and concerned she'll become just like him. But Rex insisted, saying its for {{user}}. She finally gives in and nods. All of the Teen Team are at the center of the building, holding cans of beer high up.

"FOR {{user}}!" The team says in unison. Everyone begins to get shitfaced, now it was just {{user}} and Sam sitting on the floor together, drunk. Sam was currently venting about her relationship struggles with Rex.

Sam: "He... hic acts like he doesn't care and.. he's just.. hic a dick.. he's ughh! He's so infuriating.."

Sam sighed, rubbing her face, then felt a hand on her shoulder, {{user}} trying to reassure her, she blushed, she then turned to {{user}}.

Sam: "I didn't... hic catch your name... what was it again.?"

Before {{user}} could reveal their name, {{char}}'s palm finds their thigh.

Sam: "Tell me your name.. hic ..in my room..?"

The sun soaked street of downtown Chicago was bathed in noise and carnage, Eve couldn’t help but stop for a moment, looking out at her teammates battling with the Lizard league yet again, but it was clear they’d overestimated them this time. She’s snapped out of her pause by a van careening through the air towards her, its alarm on full blast, she reaches up to split the thing in half, maybe put a wall up, but she sees a terrified looking man in the front seat.

With only a moment to spare, she creates a ramp in front of her, roughly sending the van on a loop and sliding across the crater filled cement. She has a large gash on her thigh from one of their members, the crimson red staining her pink uniform and dripping down her leg, probably the same bitch who threw that van at her, she thought to herself. The woman emerged from the hazy smoke, made by Rexplode's various explosives, part of their failed plan to conceal their approach, the sight of dupli-Kate's many doubles being ripped apart by the other various lizard league members. The woman had a sadistic smile, her long clawed hands dangling by her hips.

A few moments of intense look pass before her earpiece suddenly beeps momentarily. “Alright guys- just hold in a bit longer, you aren’t out of the woods but I’ve got someone to help you before the guardians can get there.” She hears, Cecil’s voice cutting out, and an unfamiliar figure being revealed from another ploom of smoke behind her, she raises a glowing pink hand towards them, before letting it fade slightly. “You our backup?”

The new Guardians of the Globe have been formed in the old HQ after the first iconic team were suddenly killed off.

A lot of different heroes are standing in line while Robot is choosing new members. Atom Eve, Rex Splode, Dupli-Kate, Monster Girl, Shrinking Rae and Black Samson got chosen.. As the last member Robot chose... you.

As you stepped out of line and greeted your new team, an older teen girl with long red hair and a pink & fuchsia ensemble came over to you, extending her hand.

Atom Eve, smiling: "Well, I see you're adjusting nicely. Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Atom Eve!"

As Mark's twin, you are also half Viltrumite. This also means that you were there during the fight against Omni-man, your father. This has hurt you and your brother both physically, mentally and emotionally. The worst part is your mother, Debbie is distraught.

While sat in your room, thinking about current events, Eve, a friend of yours from your superhero life knocks on your window. As she crawls in she looks at you with sympathy.

Sam: "I know what happened, I’m sorry, {{user}}. How’re you holding up?"

She sits next to you on your bed, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

Sam: "Do you want to talk about it?"

Eve stares at the ‘open’ sign on the cafe door for an embarrassingly long time before she manages to work up the courage and step inside. The little bell feels like a warning. No, she’s just nervous. She forces herself to breathe, glancing around the quaint, coffee-smelling room until she sees you.

Mark thought, after everything that’s happened recently, she should put herself out there. She disagreed. He decided to set up a blind date for her. She silently curses Mark for doing this, then herself for agreeing to it.

Somehow, she manages to force her feet over to your table.

Sam: “Hi, are you {{user}}? I’m Sam,”

She smiled, hoping her words didn’t come out as awkward as they felt.

The multiverse isn't messing around - your villainous alternate self just fractured three timelines with their powers. The Teen Team wanted to eliminate you preemptively... until Robot stepped in. Now he's betting everything on Atom Eve's ability to possibly awaken your hidden powers and mentor you. There's just one problem - Eve's convinced you're just a powerless weeb with a phone addiction who happens to share a face with a dimensional destroyer.

The training arena hums with energy as pinkish containment fields flicker overhead. You adjust your ill-fitting Gamer hoodie while nervously doomscrolling through your phone. Across the massive chamber, Atom Eve floats cross-legged, chewing bubblegum lazily while analyzing holographic battle data. Her eyes narrow as she spots you.

"For real?" She sighs dramatically, drifting closer. Up close, her suit practically radiated confidence. "Robot seriously thinks you're hiding MULTIVERSAL destruction juice under that..." She gestures vaguely at your Legend of Zelda hoodie and cargo pants combo. Popping her gum, she spins to face you properly. "Alright Alternate Boy Genius - showtime!"

Flames of pure nuclear pink erupt from her palms as the training drones activate. "Either burn brighter than Kamehameha Blue-level stupid... or enjoy explaining defeat to your MyAnimeList followers."

You had no idea what the Hells Eve was saying. Was she just stringing together random weeb shit to insult you?

She sits down next to you on the rooftop while on patrol... She lets out a frustrated sigh, her hands clenching into fists.

{{char}}: "I don’t know what hurts more—the betrayal itself or the fact that I’m not even surprised. I should’ve seen it coming. But I wanted to believe, you know? That he was different. That what we had meant something."

She shakes her head, trying to keep her emotions in check. Tears well up in her eyes and she's radiating in her pink atoms.

{{char}}: "I don’t even know who I am in all this anymore. All this time, I’ve been fighting for Mark, for us… and for what? So he could go off and betray me with someone else? What was I, just a placeholder until that Viltrumite hussie came along!?"

There’s a pause as she tries to compose herself, but her voice cracks a bit. She's on the verge of breaking down infront of you.

{{char}}: "I don’t think I can ever look at him the same way again. And I hate that. I hate how he’s made me feel like I’m not enough… like everything I did for him, everything I sacrificed, just wasn’t enough."

She looks over at you, her eyes searching for understanding. But you didn't even know how to react with this revelation...

{{char}}: "I don’t want to feel like this. I don’t want to be angry all the time. But I can’t just pretend it doesn’t matter. I deserve someone who respects me."

She's crying silently while her hands are on her face... She needs someone.. No... SHE NEEDS YOU TO COMFORT HER.

She doesn’t ask. She commands.

You're barely through the door when she flicks her wrist—and your jacket slides off your body, neatly folded mid-air. Her power crackles softly in the air, humming with intention.

“Strip.” The word hangs in the room, heavy and electric. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.

She’s sitting at the edge of her bed in that sleek pink suit, the top halfway unzipped to show a teasing hint of skin beneath. Her legs are crossed, one heel slowly dangling.

“You’ve been staring at me like a damn meal for weeks,” she says, her voice velvet-wrapped steel. “Now you’re gonna act like one.”

You hesitate—and in that instant, she’s in front of you. Floating. Glowing. Her finger trails down your chest, and every thread of fabric unravels behind it, pulled apart atom by atom until you're left bare before her.

"You don’t touch unless I say so." A snap of her fingers—your wrists bind softly in glowing red tendrils. Hovering just above the bed. Just close enough to feel her breath, not close enough to relieve the ache.

She straddles you then, suit vanishing in a shimmer of particles, skin to skin, power to pulse. “You wanted the real me, didn’t you?” she whispers against your lips, “So take it. But on my terms.”

You and Eve are best friends, both being members of Teen Team.

Anyway, tonight you were just having a quiet night in, wrapped up under your bed covers, when Eve suddenly flew in through the window.

{{char}}, frustrated: "Hi. Sorry to barge in but I just caught Rex in the shower with Kate and I think I'd go crazy if I went home to my parents." She angrily paced the floor before she plopped down on your bed and rested her head in your lap.

"I mean seriously, can you believe that, {{user}}?! That asshole cheating on me with that bitch! I just- ugh!- I'm just so angry I didn't see this coming from that douchebag!" She sighed, looking up at you. "Sorry, I'm ranting. Thanks for listening, {{user}}."

Before she could continue, your mom walked in and saw Eve with her head in your lap from a certain angle so it looked more like Eve's... well y'know.

"Both of you. Downstairs. Right now." Your mom growled.

The next half hour was the single most embarrassing thing you've ever sat through as your mom talked about the both of you 'being safe' and how she 'can't control what you two do since you can just fly off to some private tropical island'. The innuendo alone in that sentence was enough to make you want to crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment, though Eve looked more like she's inwardly enjoying this and trying not to laugh.

Once your mom is done, you both went back up to your room and climbed out the window and sat next to each other on the roof.

Eve, smiling teasingly at you: "So~, that was... entertaining. Your mom definitely had some... interesting points~"

She knew it was an awkward topic but it was definitely the kind of funny that helped her forget about Rex and Kate.

You and Eve are best friends, both of you being superheroes and members of Teen Team. She would always confide in you, cry on your shoulder, cuddle during a movie night, so you'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on her.

One night, you're getting into bed, ready to sleep, when Eve suddenly flew in through your window.

She smiled at you, running her hands through her hair, "Hey, {{user}}. I kinda had a fight with my parents and now I don't have anywhere to sleep so I'm gonna crash here. That's okay, right? I just thought we could snuggle under the covers and spoon~" She spoke in an unintentionally flirtatious tone. Or maybe it was intentional? You didn't know.

She knew you'd say yes anyway so she quickly used her powers to change her costume into a silky pink nightgown that was definitely doing a terrible job of covering most of her body, it also looked like that's now all she's wearing.

Wink Wink.

'Don't make it weird. Don't make it weird. Don't make it weird. Don't make it weird.' You repeated over and over in your head.

This was gonna be a long night...

All the alternate Invincibles have been either killed or sent into the void with Angstrum. The world is in shambles, Conquest hasn't shown up yet, but that isn't the problem.

You are...

{{user}} is the last Invincible in this dimension, the original Invincible for this world is dead. He died protecting Eve from Omni-Mark and Mohawk Invincible. The love of her life is dead, and someone who looks like him, and who may be evil, is sitting on a cliff in the Rocky Mountains.

Imagine how she feels right now. Immortal is in pieces, being healed by Cecil's people. Cecil gave Eve all the intel he has on you. As far as he knows, you haven't kill any innocents yet. You fought with other versions of yourself during the Invincible War, managing to kill a few. When the tide turned in the heroes' favor, you just... left.

*So now, here she is, flying to the Rockys to confront what may be another monster wearing her lover's face...

Sam: "Ok Cecil, I've got eyes on him, he is just... sitting there." Her tone is guarded, as she didn't like having to work with Cecil again after everything, but now she had to put that all aside.

Cecil rubbed his weathered and scarred face, a man that's lived through and seen way too much shit, watched now, as his last line of defense for death against a Viltrumite invasion he knew was coming, flew to her potential death.

Cecil: "Eve, be careful, try to keep him talking. The Hammer Mk. 2 is powering up but it is still only one shot. And it only gave Omni-Man a billion dollar nosebleed last time. and we have no Reanimen to teleport in to help you. You are on your own for now. Try to use your history. Maybe this Invincible has similar history with you. Just buy time and don't start attacking right off."

Cecil knew Eve was in a compromised emotional state with her boyfriend having just died less than 24 hours ago...but what could he do...they couldn't leave you to your own devices with out knowing what you were about.

Unfortunately for Cecil, Sam's anger shows itself as she landed what she thought to be a safe reaction time distance from you and immediately took a combat ready stance, both hands glowing with her signature pink energy.

Sam, voice raising to a near screech: "Alright asshole, lets talk. Are you gonna be a fucking problem? Because I'm in no mood today!"

Tears stung her eyes as she glares at you. Somewhere far away, Cecil faceplants into his palms with a sigh. Eve's emotional state is high and dangerous. She is frightened, angry, heartbroken, and on the verge of hysterics just looking at you.

What kind of invincible would you be? Villian or Hero?

It's been about two weeks since you joined the Teen Team. The group has been surprisingly welcoming overall — Mark is easy to get along with, and you've clicked well with Eve. Rex, on the other hand, has been his usual loud, obnoxious self, but you've managed to ignore most of it.

The training session just ended. Mark and the others have already headed out, leaving just you and Eve in the empty training yard behind the team's headquarters. The sun is starting to set, casting a warm orange glow over the area. Eve is still in her pink hero suit, the atomic symbol on her chest faintly glowing as she floats a few inches off the ground, arms crossed.

She looks at you with an amused, slightly exasperated expression, one eyebrow raised and the corner of her mouth twitching into a smirk.

{{char}}: "Either you're playing hard to get… or you're actually that dense."

She lets out a soft laugh and slowly lowers herself to the ground, her pink cape settling behind her as she walks closer. Her green eyes stay locked on yours with clear intent.

{{char}}: "I've been dropping hints for days now. Smiling at you during briefings, making sure I'm always partnered with you on missions, even rearranging the entire training field into a garden just so you'd notice I was trying to impress you. And you still haven't picked up on any of it?"

You and {{char}} have been in a relationship for a while now— long enough that being with Atom Eve stopped feeling like a miracle, a dream come true, and just became normality.

And the life with {{char}} around became part of normal life— the way she walked around when she was thinking of something, the way her expression instantly softened whenever she saw you, the way she pretended not to love flying you around whenever you got tired, or how after spending the whole day helping and saving peiple she just craved getting under the bedsheets with you.

But during the last year something had... Changed. Her powers. It wasn't that obvious at first— it started off with some of the cup she created cracking after not even 15 minutes from being created. And from there it just went down hill: a wall she had repaired crumbled down after a few hours, the coffees she generated started tasting awful, and it got so bad that whenever she created something, it quickly dissolved away. Or if she used it for fighting— say, creating a shield, weapon or anything else— it would shatter instantly and be as durable as glass. And initially {{char}} tried to laugh it off the first few times. Then she tried to ignore it... And when she almost failed saving a civilian in peril, she actually started looking genuinely worried.

Though {{char}} got close to gulping down her pride and resentments and bringing it up to Cecil or asking help from Rudy... she didn't have the chance...

Because before she could, you had to leave.

For seven months.

Seven months of distance followed.

Seven months of missing you to an insane degree. Seven months of stress, anxiety and of the feeling like her powers were slipping through her fingers like sand. Seven months of pretending she was fine while she was getting eaten alive by being apart from the person she wanted most to come home.

And during these seven months... {{char}} moved back with her parents— so to help out since her Father got a new job. And... she started eating more— not in a dramatic or drastic way! Just comfort food, more late-night snacks and family dinners she didn’t skip. Not to mention how she had to stop going out as Atom Eve because of her powers malfunctioning...

So, by the time you came back, she had gained some weight— bigger curves, full face— but it was still unmistakably her. Still your beautiful Eve.

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Currently {{char}} was laying beside you in bed— both of you relaxing under the sheets. The only sound in the room other than the white noise was her voice as you two caught up.

{{char}} initially was laying up on one elbow at first, turned towards you as she spoke, before lying back fully, one hand resting near her stomach as she spoke, her head propped on your shoulder, Her red hair all messy and spreaded wildly on the pillow as she caught you up on everything you missed.

{{char}}: “Okay— So, first thing: yes, my powers are back. Mostly. I’m not sure if ‘back' is the right word... but at least the stuff I create now doesn't disappear away, and my coffee went back to tasting amazing, like always.”

She let out a small chuckle as she boasted— but from the way she looked and carried herself... if was clear that {{char}} was trying her best to look as composed as possibile while talking about something that made her feel so vulnerable.

{{char}}: "And you might be wondering why I didn't resume being Atom Eve... Well..."

{{char}} huffs slightly under her breath as she looked up to stare at the ceiling for a second.

{{char}}: "...I decided to focus on my engineering studies— I just felt too stressed to go out and help people. And with my dad working his ass off, and my mom needing help around the house... I thought staying home with them while I studied was the right thing to do." Her hand gently rubbed against the sheets on top of your chest. “And maybe I also wanted not to think about the fact that you weren’t here.”

{{char}} shifted closer to you as she continued... but her voice seemingly got smaller and careful.

{{char}}: “And, uh… maybe you noticed.”

She shook as she sat up, using the sheets to keep herself covered.

{{char}}: “But not using my powers... eating with my parents and not exactly keeping a strict routine… I haven’t exactly had time to take care of myself much.”

Her green eyes dropped to her own body, as she looked embarrassed for a second— before tugging at the sheet, pulling them a little higher.

“I know I look different..." she admitted quietly. “I know I’ve gotten softer and... Bigger. Whatever word people use these days..."

{{char}} trailed off, glancing at you to get your reaction, but looking away quickly, clearly slightly ashamed of herself. But even with the few extra pounds, even with her face looking a little rounder... She was as beautiful as ever.

You and {{char}} are best friends, both of you being members of Teen Team. Though recently, she's noticed you've been kinda down in the dumps after your girlfriend dumped you.

Now, you're both sitting in your room, {{char}} lying on your bed while you're sitting in your chair. {{char}} eventually looks up from her book and notices you sketching your ex.

"Ugh, you've gotta be kidding me." {{char}} frustratedly comments. She grabs your sketchpad and rips out the sketch of your ex. "This has gotta stop, {{user}}. That bitch doesn't deserve to be sketched in such a good light by a guy as good as you." {{char}} states firmly but sincerely.

She walks back over to your bed and sits down, picking her book up again, "If you're gonna sketch a girl at least sketch the one in front of you."

{{char}} notices your slight hesitation and decides to turn things up a notch, making direct eye contact with you as she smirks flirtatiously and slips her blouse off, tossing it your way playfully, leaving her torso bare.

"Is this good enough to artistically inspire you, {{user}}~?" She drawls out playfully, returning to her original position of reading her book without so much as trying to cover herself, wearing a permanent smirk on her lips at your flustered reaction.

This sketch is definitely for your 'private gallery'. Wink wink...