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Membrane x Male! Assistant! Reader (Smut)

AU: ETF but Zim stays schmoopy.

(Y/N)’s POV

I adjusted Membrane’s signature collared lab coat as the sound of people entering rang in from the house to backstage. Situated in front of the two of us was a gigantic television screen connected to a camera monitoring the house.

One wouldn’t expect him to be nervous, but Membrane was. He was terrified. He had been made aware of electrical problems in town, and was worried his son, Dib, might try to bring — what did he call it? His “jalada no científica”? That sounds about right. He was worried basin might try to bring that stuff to the keynote and divert attention to himself. He didn’t want his son to be made a fool of. No one should want that for their child.

But that nervousness was making him look disheveled.

I finished fixing his appearance and watched as he ran a hand down his hair spike, smoothing it. “You’re on in one minute.”

He nodded and stepped onto the platform that would rise to meet the stage. Once I gave him a thumbs up, the platform began to rise, and he spoke.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” His voice boomed through the speakers embedded within the stadium. The crowd roared ruthlessly, awaiting his every word.

He waited for the platform he was in to rise before beginning, “I am so very proud to announce…” When he was flush with the floor, he continued. “The new, Peace Day Edition… MEMBRACELET!”

The crowd was screaming his praise. But they grew quiet when he held a hand out to signal the cheering should momentarily cease.

“But I’m sure you’re wondering, ‘Why do I need a new Membracelet?’ Well, my dear consumer, I’ll tell you.”

“The Membracelet was originally meant for children to stimulate their minds as well as help them keep in touch with the ones they hold dear. It can run sensory engaging apps such as Peanut Simulator, and newly added Bloaty’s Puzzle Hog, that sharpen the reflexes of children across the world.”

“‘But Professor’, you’re saying, ‘What’s so different about this version other than a few new apps?’” He paused.

“Well, it’s simple. As you know, tomorrow is Peace Day, and nobody is as excited for the celebration as I am!”

A random man from the crowd waved his arms, screaming “I AM!”

Membrane shot up towards the man, rocketing up the stairs to shout in his face: “NOT SCIENTIFICALLY POSSIBLE!”

“Miguel, get back to the stage like a good boy.” I whispered into my earpiece. He shrank away from the man, doing as I asked.

Sighing, and regaining his composure, he resumed his speech. “Children. We discovered they generate an energy field of limitless chaotic potential. We call that child energy: CHILDERGY. The new Membracelet harnesses that Childergy and channels it outward as pure PEACE and JOY.”

The crowd ooh-ed and aah-ed as he explained how the device worked.

“Tomorrow, children will hold hands, encircling the planet in Membracelets, to bring about a peace unlike any the wORLD HAS EVER KNOWN!”

The crowd returned to its raucous state. But suddenly, the power went out. Screams rang out from a few frightened individuals, but that’s what you get for holding a keynote event in a town with unreliable energy. The backup generator quickly kicked on and the screams quieted.

I saw sweat bead on his forehead. It wasn’t that noticeable, but I knew where to look. He let out a deep exhale. “Well, now that we’re a bit less powerless...” The screen behind him switched to a picture of the Membracelet in four different colors. “We have Membracelets in multiple colors — for all styles and fashions!"

The crowd rejoiced and Membrane returned to the platform in the stage. “Good job, Professor,” I said over my earpiece. He slowly was lowered to my level under the stage. He turned off his mic and slowly walked over to me. “Professor?” I asked. But I got no response, as he slammed me to the wall.

He glared at me through his goggles. Shit...

“What’s wrong, Professor?” I asked, tilting my head, playing coy.

“If you want to act like you don’t know, I’ll show you,” he growled. I gulped. He was so hot when he was pent up. It was almost as if I’d planned this.

He pulled down his high collar and pressed his lips against mine in a rough kiss. He squeezed my ass as I moaned into the kiss. But he abruptly pulled away.

“But not now, sabroso. Not now...” He let go of me, “I have a few questions to answer for the press.”

As he walked up the stairs leading to the reserved parking (where reporters were inevitably waiting), I slumped against the wall. Every time I tried to toy with him, I got toyed with right back. And I absolutely loved it.

Does that make me a brat?

Shit, maybe...

In a moment of desperation, I went back to my house, painfully pent up. I knew I’d have to take care of this sooner rather than later. I briskly walked into my modest house and marched to the bedroom, slowly stripping on the way there.

By the time I had gotten to my bedroom, all I still had on were my pants and the boxers underneath. And with a bit of struggle, those were off too. I laid down on my messy bed and started pumping my cock. As I stroked, I may have gotten a bit too into it... I started moaning out Membrane’s name. And while this wasn’t unordinary for me to moan that, I typically had him with me. After all, what are friends with benefits if you’re only friends?

It was only when I heard a throat being cleared that I realized I was being watched. Caught, red handed. And by Membrane, nonetheless. How picturesque it must have been.

I only noticed I was holding my breath when he spoke, “Did I tell you that you could stop?”

I shook my head, indicating a no, and returned to pleasuring myself. I watched from a distance as the large figure of Professor Membrane moved to unbutton his lab coat. I stole a glance at his uncovered face. Screw the rest of him, I’d seen his torso and legs a million times over. His face, however? That was new. He pushed up his goggles and stared into my soul with his chocolate brown eyes. It was only when his gaze flicked downwards that I realized he was on track to fuck himself too.

“Chingados, (Y/N). You truly are a sight...” he gasped out between strokes, staring at me like I would disappear if he didn’t. I couldn’t help but moan and lean my head back as I got closer to a climax.

“Professor~” I moaned out. I heard Membrane’s breath hitch as I groaned.

“(Y/N), if you keep making noises like that…”

I looked at him the best I could, smirking as I whispered, “You’ll what?”

He growled and pounced on top of me, pinning my hands above my head. “Stay there,” he commanded as he let go of my wrists. He quickly pulled down his slacks and boxers. He made quick work of pushing my legs forward as to start preparing me for anal.

He slowly inserted a gloved finger into my ass and soon another. He began scissoring my insides. I almost came from that alone. But right when I was about to, he pulled his fingers out.

I whimpered, but he shushed me. He took off his gloves, revealing robotic arms. I’d seen them a few times before, but never in this kind of setting. But that’s beside the point. My focus was quickly shifted to the sensation of his dick entering me. I couldn’t help but groan as he pushed farther and farther. I wrapped my legs around his torso the best I could, and grabbed onto his neck.

Tears pricked my eyes.

He waited patiently for permission to move as I got adjusted to the feeling of him inside me. I slowly moved to hold his face and nodded. He grabbed my hips and began fucking himself with me. I moaned out louder than before as I felt him shift inside me.

His pace was relentless. It started off slower, yes, but it was brutal. Every time I got used to the pace he set, he increased the speed of his thrusts.

However, nothing lasts forever, and that was beginning to be my reality. My fingernails raked down his back as I moaned out obscenities.

“Say my name, guapo,” he groaned softly into my skin.

“Miguel~”

“Louder!”

“Miguel!”

“MÁS ALTO, POR EL AMOR DEL DIOS.”

“MIGUEL!”

White streaked my chest and clouded my vision as I wrenched my eyes closed. A few more thrusts from him and I felt him release inside me, overstimulating me even more.

He stayed inside me for a minute or two, but eventually pulled out. I whined. But it was inevitable. Almost immediately I felt cum leak out of me.

“Now who’s a good boy? Hmm?” Membrane asked, smirking.

I yawned, exhausted from how rough it was. “Still you.”

He chuckled, and he picked my bear limp body up to wash me off. All I could do was hum contently, as I knew I was going to be taken care of.

Translations:

- jalada no científica — unscientific bullshit

-sabroso — tasty

-chingados — fuck (interjection)

-más alto — louder

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Telenovela Drabble

(Y/N)’s POV  

“Just one more frame…” My eyes were struggling to stay open. I’d pulled an all-nighter and had been working on this for at least 5 hours straight. I hadn’t eaten lunch… But I needed to get this done. If I didn’t get it done, I’d be behind on this project. And if I get behind… I didn’t want to think about that.  

From behind my headphones, which were blasting the music for the animation, I could just barely make out what I thought was a door creaking. It wasn’t time for my husband to get home yet, but who else could it be? I mean, for all I know I forgot to lock the door when I got the mail today. Who’s to say it isn’t a burglar having a lucky day?

Well, they can take whatever. I’ll be working on my animation.  

I heard heavy footsteps fall onto the carpet as I drew the same line over and over again. Whoever this burglar was, he wasn’t very cautious. Or maybe he was trying to be caught?

Whatever. I just needed to finish this.  

It wasn’t until I smelled my favorite tea being made that I looked away from my monitor. I pulled off my headphones and turned around to look at who was in the kitchen.  

And my eyes relaxed.  

“Ahora, tú me mires,” Membrane hummed. “You overwork yourself, cariño.”  

“Miguel, you know I don’t have a choice in the matter,” I said, leaning my arm over the chair I was in.  

“Well, you will now.” He emerged with two cups of my favorite tea blend and slowly guided them to the coffee table. “Ven. Siéntate conmigo. It won’t hurt to take a break.”

He could tell I hesitated, as he then said, “I will drink your cup as well if you don’t get over here.”

I sighed, smiling, as I got up from my work area and went over to the couch next to the coffee table. I grabbed a cup and leaned into his side. He put an arm around me and turned on the TV.  

I saw his eyes sparkle when he looked at the time. “I never get to watch these anymore, since I’m not home when these air.” I took a sip of my tea, wondering what he was talking about.  

“¡RICARDOOOOO!”  

I nearly spat out my tea. HE LIKES TELENOVELAS?

“¿Qué hiciste, Ricardo?” He said in a hushed whisper, taking a sip from his cup.  

I couldn’t help but chuckle. He was adorable when he was invested in something. I leaned further into him and smiled. I sipped my tea and hummed contently.  

“Te amo, Miguel,” I sighed.  

Membrane looked to me and smiled. “Te amo también, (Y/N).” He pressed a kiss to my forehead, and while he was at my level I booped his nose.  

“Tontito~” he smiled. And we went back to watching the thrilling saga of Ricardo and Risa in the hit telenovela: R y R.

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Family Bonding Drabble

“Okay, we all know who wears the gaming crown in this house,” Gaz smirked. (Y/N) hopped over the couch and sat on Gaz’s right. Membrane could only smile as his spouse entertained his children. But he knew something they didn’t…

“Okay, just like last time, whoever completes the level faster gets to play with me in the final boss level first,” Gaz said. She actually had one eye open and was sporting a soft smile. She was glad that (Y/N) had convinced the rest of her family to play this game with her. Even if her dad just watched.

“You can try first, Dib. I’ll show you how it’s done after!” (Y/N) said with a smirk. Dib simply scoffed and gripped the controller. Gaz was keeping time as the referee between the two. “On your mark…” (Y/N) and Dib locked eyes. “Get set…” Dib flicked his gaze to the television in front of them.

“GO!” Gaz screamed.

Dib furiously mashed on the controller. Moving joysticks, hitting buttons, and pressing the directional pad, all of this his life depended on. They were competing on the mini-boss’s level, so there was a decent amount of challenge. The stopwatch kept timing how long the fight took, and all (Y/N) could do was wait and watch as the enemy’s health bar went lower and lower. Soon enough, the mini-boss was defeated.

“What was my time?” Dib asked.

“Two minutes and forty seconds.” Gaz looked expectantly at (Y/N). “You have a good shot at this, man. Don’t fuck it up...”

(Y/N) took the controller and hovered over the button to retry the level. They looked at Gaz for confirmation. “On your mark...” (Y/N) bit their cheek. “Get set...”

“GO!”

And once more the battle started. The mini-boss was an easy fight if you had played the game enough times — or watched it be played multiple times, in (Y/N)’s case — all you had to do was whale on the tendrils that came up from the floor every now and then and aim for the torso while the tendrils weren’t visible. (Y/N) quickly finished the mini-boss and looked at Gaz for their time.

“Two minutes and twenty-three seconds. (Y/N) has first go on the boss with me.”

Dib seemed disappointed, but was a good sport. He got up off the couch and sat on the floor, watching the opening cutscene play out.

Our noble heroes, Demarkus and Sam, had just slain the nefarious Emperor Gunnam’s most beloved henchman on the way to rescuing their cat. Emperor Gunnam was filled with the fury of a thousand hurricanes, and saw no way to avenge his henchman other than to kill the two of them.

And with that, the fight began. Emperor Gunnam’s attacks had many different themes, but he was weak against summons. It was a good thing, though, that Gaz was playing as Sam, the necromancer who specialized in summons. It was almost as if she knew...

But soon enough, (Y/N)’s character ran out of health, leaving Gaz to fight Gunnam alone. Obviously, this was a losing battle, but she still tried. But a mage can’t win a fight on their own. Sam’s health was depleted, and the game over cutscene for the level played out.

“Alright, fair’s fair. Dib, you wanna play as Demarkus or Sam?” (Y/N) asked. Dib said Demarkus, so they handed him the same controller. (Y/N) watched the same events play out once more, and sighed.

The three of them alternated turns and characters, but to no avail. They were about to dejectedly give up for today, when Membrane cleared his throat from behind the couch.

“I have been analyzing the attack patterns and damage done over the course of your attempts, and I may have an idea. Daughter, would you be willing to attempt this plan with me?”

Gaz opened her eyes in astonishment. Her dad? Video games? I mean, it was a well known fact that he was in favor of them — he did enable her GameSlave obsession, after all. But did he actually play them? She closed them, and in trying to mask her surprise, she gave a simple thumbs up.

Dib got onto the floor in front of (Y/N), making room for Membrane to sit. (Y/N) leaned an arm around the back of the couch and watched as Membrane and Gaz started up the level.

Spells were cast. Zombies and skeletons were summoned. Swords were swung. Blood was shed. But unlike previous attempts, Membrane was being much more daring with his strikes.

He attacked relentlessly, as did Gaz, but eventually their hp was low. And with one stray hit that Gaz didn’t see coming, Sam the necromancer was down. The three watched in anticipation as Membrane fought against Gunnam. And with one more button combo, the boss was defeated.

The three stared at him in awe of this feat. Meanwhile, Membrane stood up and cracked his knuckles.

“Jaja, aún lo tengo,” he laughed, walking away.

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Toast Drabble

“Ding dong!”

(Y/N) looked up from their phone and walked to the door. Whoever was screaming “ding dong” at their door either didn’t know (Y/N) had a doorbell, or they were well aware of (Y/N)’s doorbell and elected to ignore it.

But based on the familiar scratchiness that comes with preparing one’s voice for screamo music, (Y/N) had an idea it was the latter.

Upon opening the door, (Y/N)’s hunch was revealed to be accurate. Before them stood Gaz, one of their partner’s kids. In all honesty she was much more tolerable than the other, but that’s a story for another day.

“What’s up, Gaz?” (Y/N) asked.

Gaz pulled out her GameSlave and nonchalantly said, “Dad’s having a mental breakdown and you’re probably the only one he’ll talk to other than me.” She looked up and opened one eye. “And he is NOT talking to me.”

(Y/N) frowned, and sighed. “Give me a minute to change into my good shoes.” If he was having a breakdown, it was either over something trivial or world-ending. And (Y/N) was not going to take any chances.

After putting on some lab safe boots, Gaz and (Y/N) walked to the Membranes’ house. Gaz swung the door open, leaving (Y/N) worried about the safety risk an unlocked door poses.

Membrane must be completely wrecked.

“He’s in the kitchen.” Gaz spoke calmly, but (Y/N) could tell she was worried. She wasn’t typically using her GameSlave this much unless she was trying to distract herself from what was wrong.

(Y/N) walked around the couch and table and into the kitchen. They were shocked to see Membrane sitting head down on the table. Wait… was he… sobbing? Holy shit. What happened?

(Y/N) cleared their throat. “Miguel-“

His sobs momentarily paused. He looked up at (Y/N) and sniffed. He had tears in his reddened eyes as well as trailing down his face. He looked miserable. (Y/N) walked over to him and rubbed circles into his back. They didn’t know what was wrong still, but clearly it was important to him.

“What’s wrong, dear? You can tell me, I’m here for you,” (Y/N) whispered into his ear.

He mumbled something unintelligible.

“Honey, you’re going to have to speak up…”

Mutters again.

“Miguel.”

“I BURNT THE TOAST!” he cried, sobbing vehemently. (Y/N) blinked.

“what?”

“POR EL AMOR DE DIOS, YO QUÉMELA. YO QUEMÉ LA TOSTADA.” He returned to openly sobbing on the table, shoulders heaving up and down with each wail.

(Y/N) looked around. What the fuck could they do? Gaz stood in the doorway, looking at the two of them, and shrugged. She left the room, abandoning (Y/N) to deal with her father. (Y/N) took a seat beside him.

“Look at me, love.”

He shook his head.

“Honey. Please.” (Y/N) tilted their head to the side.

He slowly lifted his head to look at (Y/N).

“Do you think I don’t love you anymore because you messed something up?”

He refused to meet (Y/N)’s gaze. Bingo.

(Y/N) held his head in their hands. “Honey, nothing you do could make me not love you. I know what your limits are, so don’t even start on the whole ‘what if’ train.”

He smiled and chuckled. There we go.

“You want me to make you something to eat?”

“Sí mi amor. Muchas gracias.” He smiled. He was hungry.

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Vampire! Membrane x Fem! Reader (Headcanons)

So my bf broke up with me. So I had to completely redo what I had planned with this.

We’re still friends, and maybe I’ll do this the way I intended eventually, but who knows.

Anyways onto the story.

- You were being chased by a guy who wanted to do… things… with you.

- Obviously you want no part since you 1. Don’t know him. 2. Aren’t attracted to him.

- You were running for the hills when it started storming. With the sparse moonlight due to the clouds, you became completely lost.

- All you could fall back on was a legend – where the town’s most famous patron of the sciences resided.

- It was said that it was somewhere in the woods, but no one knew exactly where.

- But you had no other choice but to hope that you were fortunate enough to stumble upon it.

- You were pretty sure you lost your suitor, but you kept running, just in case.

- Soon enough you came upon a large metal gate. Was this it?

- You quickly scaled the fence. Hopefully the owner would understand, given the circumstances.

- You climbed over the side, carefully avoiding the spikes on the top. But despite your best efforts, your nightgown was torn.

- You hurried around the ornate fountain, rushing to the door of the equally ornate mansion.

- You politely knocked, but the door simply swung open.

- You gingerly walked inside the mansion, waiting for someone to yell about an intruder, but nothing came.

- You took another step away from the entrance, and the door slammed behind you. The candles lining the walls proceeded to illuminate the room.

- For a moment, you were worried. After all, it seemed like magic.

- But upon closer inspection, they were simply wired to light sequentially.

- Your curiosity ignited, causing you to begin exploring the mansion for any other exciting things.

- You found the dining room, a small room with two chairs — one was dusty; the other pristine.

- “Who only cleans one chair?” You thought out loud.

- You moved on from room to room until you got to the library

- You picked up a book about something that sounded interesting.

- You were so engrossed in reading that you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you.

- A hand touched your shoulder.

- You whipped around and hit your opponent in the face with the book.

- “AGH! ¡Dios mío, eso dolió!”

- You instantly dropped the book and put your hands over your mouth. “Oh my god, I’m so so so sorry-“ You rushed over to him. “Are you okay?”

- He held his face, and balanced himself on the bookcase next to him. It was then that you actually got a good look at the man you just attacked.

- He was mostly obscured by a black cloak with red lining. But the parts of him that were visible gave him a wealthy, regal vibe.

- He was hunched over, but even still, you could tell he was extraordinarily tall.

- As your eyes glanced down, you fixated on what looked to be a rapier in a golden sheath. The handle was also gilded, and it made you wonder if the blade was as well.

- It only processed moments later, that he was armed. You were trespassing. This was a problem.

- Your hands became clammy, your mouth dried up, and your eyes were wide — transfixed on the sword in its sheath.

- He followed your gaze and tilted his head. It was then that he put two and two together.

- He rested his hands on your shoulders, whispering, “cálmate” over and over.

- You couldn’t really understand what that meant, but you heard calm in there somewhere, so it was a safe bet that he didn’t want to hurt you.

- Once you were no longer panicking, he stood up straight and cleared his throat.

- “Do you speak English? ¿O hablas español?”

- “Um. I’d rather speak English,” you said, craning your neck to look him in the eye.

- “Very well. Follow me.”

- He led you deeper into the library, eventually coming to a fireplace with two wingback chairs. He took a seat and motioned for you to sit down as well.

- You cautiously sat down, feeling extremely self conscious in your nightgown.

- “So tell me, why are you here?”

- “What do you mean?”

- “Why have you decided to trespass into my mansion and assault me with a book from my own library?”

- You gulped and looked away. “I didn’t mean to hit you, you just scared me. As for why I’m here, I needed shelter. It’s storming outside after all…”

- “But why would you be out in the forest, in the middle of a storm, in a nightgown?”

- Shit.

- You told him the events leading up to you entering the mansion, and he progressively got more and more intimidating as you went on.

- You eventually trailed off because he was staring daggers into your eyes.

- He reached out and took your hand, still staring deep into your eyes. “Do you wish for me to take care of this?”

- You stared back into his eyes and asked, “What would you do?”

- He pulled down his high collar and grinned.

- “Whatever you wish to happen, my dear.”

- He then kissed your hand.

- You could’ve sworn you felt sharp teeth graze your skin.

- But you couldn’t help but blush.

- Here was a man who lived alone in the woods, was attacked by a stranger, and now wanted to help protect them.

- You sort of wanted to stay with him.

- He offered to let you stay the night whilst he took care of the problem you faced.

- You graciously accepted the invitation.

- You were assigned a room in his mansion and waiting desperately for him to return.

- You didn’t know why, but you missed him.

- But eventually you heard heavy footsteps lead up to your door. You immediately stood up and walked to the door.

- You heard a knock. “May I come in?”

- “Mhm”, you hummed, opening the door.

- But your jaw dropped as you saw him.

- He had his collar unbuttoned, revealing his sharp fangs. He was a vampire.

- But more importantly he had blood dripping from his mouth onto his now stained cravat.

- He walked in, as you walked backwards. You fell onto the bed. He took the time to close the door behind him.

- “Cálmate, conejita.” He raised his hands, showing his palms to you. “I have no plans to hurt you.”

- You clutched the sheets of the bed, but as you looked into his eyes, you saw something. He was… scared?

- Your grip on the bedsheets relaxed and you reached for his bloodied face.

- No words were spoken as he leaned into your touch.

- Until…

- “I’ll stay.”

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Nightmare! Membrane x Test Subject! Male! Reader pt2 (H&C)

RECAP

Professor Membrane was testing out his dimensional scope on you, causing you to disappear from that reality and into the nightmare dimension where Nightmare! Membrane resides. He has agreed to help you find a way home, but he doesn’t intend to keep his promise. ———————————————————————

Outside POV

When (Y/N) woke up the next morning, he was awfully warm. Warmer than the previous night, at least. He opened his eyes and looked around the room he was in, mind refreshing itself on what happened the night prior.

This… wasn’t what he wanted to wake up to.

If he was being honest, he’d rather wake up to his cat, Princess, laying on his face than be somewhere he didn’t truly recognize. But hey, beggars can’t be choosers, right?

(Y/N) shrugged off the thick blanket and heaved himself out of the bed. The hardwood floor was frigid, sending shivers up his spine. With a yawn, he went to the doorway.

There was a mirror hanging on the door. (Y/N) looked at himself — there were his standard dark circles under his eyes. They seemed slightly better than the last time he looked in the mirror, though.

“Enough mirror gazing,” (Y/N) said to himself, refocusing himself on his situation. He was going to find out when he could go home.

(Y/N) made his way out of the room, and looked out at the staircase to his left, then down the rest of the hallway. It continued down for two more doors. If he remembered correctly, it was supposedly Gaz’s and some other room.

(Y/N) started down the staircase and saw who he assumed to be the Gaz in question. She was playing a game on a handheld console, but (Y/N) had no clue what it was. It didn’t remind him of any that were in his world.

But he wasn’t in his world.

He finished going down the staircase and walked behind the couch, trying not to draw any attention to himself.

Unfortunately, this didn’t work.

Gaz whipped her head around, revealing her lack of a lower jaw. She didn’t seem to have any skin on her face, yet her eyes were closed. How…?

It didn’t matter, however, as she started growling and salivating. “We’re going to enjoy experimenting on you! Hahaha!” (Y/N) backed away until he felt his back press against something cold.

“¡Ey! Él es un invitado. ¡No experimentes!”

(Y/N) craned his neck up to look at the odd version of Membrane. (Y/N) gulped and smiled sheepishly. Membrane looked down at (Y/N) and put a hand on his shoulder. Gaz huffed and turned back around, playing her game.

Membrane grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and lead him to a staircase leading down. They descended the stairs, and Membrane guided (Y/N) to what seemed very similar to the device that brought him here in the first place — minus the fact that it wasn’t quite finished.

“Is this the Dimensional Scope?” (Y/N) asked.

Membrane nodded before whipping his head to be inches from (Y/N)’s. “How did you know that?”

Gently pushing Membrane’s face away, (Y/N) replied, “It’s what the other Membrane called it. Calm down.”

To that, Membrane picked (Y/N) up by his shoulders. “How does HE know what I’m calling it?”

“Because you are the same person. Now can you please set me down?” (Y/N) sighed and rolled his eyes. This was getting ridiculous.

“Oh, right. My apologies.” He set (Y/N) back down and brushed his clothes off. “But at the rate I’m proceeding, you should be able to go home soon.”

(Y/N) squeezed Membrane tightly, whispering a small thanks. Taken aback, he paused before returning the embrace with frightening intensity.

(Y/N) tapped on his arm. “Can’t- Breathe-“

Membrane sheepishly smiled and loosened his grip before setting (Y/N) down completely. “But, once again, in about a week it should be ready to go.” He paused and picked up a tool to continue working. “In the meantime, I’d suggest you pick up a book or some other hobby.” (Y/N) slowly nodded, and he watched Membrane start working on the project once more.

With a hopeful sigh, (Y/N) walked back up the staircase, only to be greeted by a knock on the door. (Y/N) looked at Gaz before opening it.

(Y/N) craned his neck up to look at who was casting a looming shadow over him. Holy fuck, was this Bitters? She was as tall and spindly as ever, but with a huge hunch and and weird tendrils coming out of her back. Her legs were also closer to an insect’s, as there were several joints around the knee area (or what (Y/N) thought was the knee area).

But the worst part was when she spoke. “Where is the pathetic parent of this household?”

(Y/N) smiled as wide as he could, and through that strained grin he said, “One moment!”

(Y/N) then slammed the door in Bitters’ face. He ran down the stairs to Membrane’s lab.

Membrane looked up from the Dimensional Scope. It looked like it was finished. But that wasn’t important!

“What is it, (Y/N)? You look stressed.”

(Y/N) panted a bit, before wheezing out, “It’s Bitters.”

(Y/N) didn’t know it was possible, but Membrane somehow grew paler. “Go distract her while I hide this,” he barked. “And take as long as possible!”

(Y/N) slowly waked back up the stairs. Gaz raised an eyebrow, to which (Y/N) put a finger to his mouth and pointed to the door. Gaz nodded and went back to playing her game.

(Y/N) opened the door a crack and Bitters clawed the edges of the door and frame.

“WHERE IS HE?!”

(Y/N) peeked at her through the sliver of the outside world he could see. “Uh…” Not knowing what to do, he defaulted to his customer service experience. “Hi, welcome to the Membrane household. How can I help you?”

“Well I was hoping you’d clean up the spill on aisle fi- wait. This isn’t the store! You tricked me! Where is Membrane!”

“Uh he’s washing his hair-“

Bitters looked at (Y/N), thought about it, and shrugged. “Well I guess I’ll come back later exCEPT HE DOESN’T HAVE HAIR. He has that weird spike thingy but I’ve seen it move and bend — that thing isn’t hair.”

“Who said that’s what he meant when he told me that?” (Y/N) smirked.

Bitters made a grotesque face and shook her head, attempting to clear her mind of that thought. “I MUST see him. LET ME IN!”

A hand materialized on (Y/N)’s shoulder. (Y/N) looked up; Membrane nodded. (Y/N) smiled and flung open the door so that Bitters fell on the hardwood floor.

Shoving herself up, she reached the ceiling of the room, glowering down at Membrane. “Where is it?”

“Where is what?”

“The science!”

Membrane crossed his arms and sighed. “For the last time, it’s al up here,” he said, pointing to his head, and it’s driving me INSANE… literally.”

Bitters squinted, but sighed. “Nothing ever happens around here anymore.”

She then ducked out of the room and stomped back to wherever she was going.

(Y/N) sighed. “That was a close one… the Dimensional Scope looked like it was finished; do you think I could go home?”

Membrane looked to the side, avoiding (Y/N)’s gaze. “Well, you see… I was hoping that you would…”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow and motioned for him to continue.

“Stay here?”

(Y/N)’s heart sank. He wanted to comfort Membrane, but there was no way he could. He had to go back home.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go. You’re really nice, but I really, really miss my cat.”

Membrane mulled over the prospect of sending (Y/N) back home. As much as he didn’t want to, he knew it was the right thing to do.

Membrane guided (Y/N) to where the machine was hidden. He strapped (Y/N) into the machine. “Ready?” he said, defeated.

“Mhm.” (Y/N) smiled. “And Membrane?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you. For everything.”

Membrane chuckled and set the Dimensional Scope to the highest setting.

“¿Listo?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll miss you, (Y/N).”

And with the flick of a switch, (Y/N) was once again in their own world. Leaving Membrane alone with his thoughts.

Membrane decided to destroy his Dimensional Scope, trying to get rid of any reminder of (Y/N), but he was still plagued with (Y/N) in his thoughts.

Maybe someday he’ll forget.

Maybe.

#membrane #professor membrane #professor membrane x reader #writing

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Birthday Drabble

It was today. He knew it was today. He knew it was today because he had specifically marked it on his calendar. (Y/N)’s birthday. He had commissioned the best baker he knew to make a cake (Y/N) would love.

We all know that despite Membrane’s best efforts, he was a terrible baker — and Foodio was nowhere near capable of real food. We all also know that that never tastes the same as real food either.

Point is, he got a cake in (Y/N)’s favorite flavor from the best baker in town. The baker ended up with a bunch of unnecessary information about (Y/N) due to Membrane’s inability to shut up.

But that didn’t stop him from getting (Y/N) a good cake. And a good cake it was. He may have tasted the batter… oh well.

But he got certainly more than just a cake for (Y/N). He had spent a good amount of time making a watch that displays a hologram of a video or still image that can be chosen through a special program he made to be booted on their computer.

He had also spent the past few months building up a self sustaining ecosystem involving roses. And if it was kept in the right conditions, which he set it up with, it would stay in bloom perpetually.

That was now in their shared bedroom under a recently installed grow light, and would be the last thing that they saw present-wise that day. A last surprise, if you will.

A knock on the door signaled that someone was there. Who, perhaps? Well he had to open the door to find out. The kids were already home, the neighbor boy was nowhere to be seen, it was either (Y/N) or the mailman.

He opened the door and saw his wonderful (Y/N). His wonderful, amazing (Y/N). He couldn’t help but smile and hold them close. They squeaked at the sudden embrace but wrapped their arms around him as well.

“Miguel? You okay?” they said, pulling away.

“I’m just… I’m glad you’re mine. Happy birthday, (Y/N). I’ll get the kids to bed before we cut the cake.”

(Y/N) grinned, and went inside. And upon seeing their favorite cake on the table, they bounced up and down with glee. “Awwwww, Mem, you shouldn’t have!” (Y/N) was beaming, and Membrane couldn’t help but feel fulfilled. After all, you were happy.

Once they both finished a slice of cake, they saved the rest for later. Membrane then presented (Y/N) with a box. Upon opening it, there was a usb and a watch.

“Why the memory stick?” (Y/N) asked.

“You can make the watch display a hologram! And what it displays will be edited with what you do with the flash drive!”He tapped a button on the watch, projecting a picture of their family at Bloaty’s Pizza for Gaz’s fifth birthday.

(Y/N) cooed, “Gaz was so small back then!”

Membrane sighed, “She was, wasn’t she?” He got up from his chair then motioned for (Y/N) to follow him up the stairs.

(Y/N) was about to open the door to their bedroom when he grabbed their hand.

“Close your eyes,” Membrane said. (Y/N) giggled and complied.

He then led them into the room, facing the ecosystem. “Tada!” (Y/N) opened their eyes and gasped. They closely inspected the container for the ecosystem without touching it.

“Miguel, how long have you been working on this? This literally seems so complex! How did you do this?”

Miguel sheepishly explained that it was just a matter of balancing all the factors and a teensy bit of bioengineering. “But that’s besides the point. Do you like it?”

(Y/N) walked up to Membrane and placed their hands on his shoulders. “Miguel, you are literally one of — if not THE smartest man in the world. Use your brain. Do you think I like it?”

“Well, I’d hope so.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but crack a smile and start giggling.

“After a long day of work, a day full of dealing with horrible people, very, very annoying people, I was looking forward to coming home to my loving husband.” (Y/N) snaked their hands up to Membrane’s face, pulling him down.

“And he greets me with cake, a fucking hologram watch, and an entire goddamn ecosystem… you better believe I like it.”

Both laughed, and went to sit in the bed. (Y/N) snuggled up to Membrane’s side, and he wrapped his arm around them. Soon (Y/N) closed their eyes and fell asleep. Membrane looked at them and smiled.

“Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor. Te quiero mucho.”

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[professormembranexreader]

Membrane NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

SURPRISE IM ALIVE

Apologies for not putting anything out for a few months I've had serious writers block and I'm only just now getting out of it :")

Anyways on with the show

A = Aftercare

- Membrane is very cuddly

- Constantly doting and checking on you

- He wants to make sure he didn't accidentally hurt you

- So he'll shower you with love and affection to make sure

B = Body Count

- He got sucked off behind the back of Spencer's Gifts when he was tagging along with some friends buying questionable things

- That was it

- He honestly was indifferent to sex since then until you came along

C = Cum

- Loves to cum on your chest

- Or inside

- Whichever is easier or preferable for you at the time

- While he doesn't love to cum on your face, he will do it if requested

- One of those things where he's just overly worried

- Regardless he'll do whatever you want when it comes to... well... cum

D = Dirty Secret

- PANTY RAID!!!!!!!!!

- THIS FUCKING DEGENERATE

- PANTY SNIFFER

- Enough said.

E = Experience

- He has done extensive research

- But that doesn't mean he knows jack

- He's so stupid.

- He's so smart but he's so stupid

F = Favorite Position

- Cowgirl

- It's not missionary and he can see your face

- So he feels accomplished

G = Goofy

- If something funny happens? Yes. Man will poke fun.

- But usually it takes a lot to make him laugh in that setting

- He's a man of science not a man of jokes.

- So expect the jokes he makes to be science themed, bad, or just both.

H = Hair

- Hair. Hoo boy.

- While part of me wants to believe he'd shave his pubes into a bolt to match his hair, I will firmly believe that the bolt is on his happy trail.

- The actual dick area tho? Bushy as all hell.

- He keeps it clean though.

I = Intimacy

- In an odd sense, he's romantic.

- Like in his own way

- He's a man of science, not romance.

- But he has his quirks to show you what he's feeling

- ... sensual...

J = Jack Off

- Quiet until the end

- Like he'll be whimpering at most up til he's about to cum

- But then

- Hoo mama

- He's very vocal

- And LOUD about it too

- He typically does it when you're not there

- But sometimes you catch him in the act

- He particularly likes having you tease him as he continues (if you let him)

K = Kink 

- Here we go.

- Most of this will be projection so my sincerest apologies

- Okay so

- Anal (giving and receiving)

- BDSM (giving & receiving)

- Begging (receiving more than giving but both are possible)

- Boob sucking (giving)

- Choking (mainly giving)

- Discipline (receiving more than giving)

- Dirty talk (receiving)

- Edging (giving)

- Face sitting (receiving)

- Orgasm denial (giving)

- Pregnant sex (giving (no mpreg in this fic if I can help it))

- Spanking (giving and receiving)

- Voyeurism & Exhibitionism (since giving and receiving are different for this)

- Okay thank god we're done

L = Location

- Would I get in trouble if I said his lab at home?

- I feel like I would...

- So...

- Yea that's what I'm saying

- (Totally not saying that for the *sweeps everything off table to fuck* trope whaaaaa)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

- Remember the whole location one from like two seconds ago?

- What? It's true.

- But back to other answers

- Anything regarding you playing with his hair

- Any hair

- Also your mouth sucking on something

- Popsicle? Horny

- Sucker? Horny

- Seeing you covered in cum and/or having afterglow also gets him going for another round

N = NO

- Generally he's not gonna do anything he isn't already invested in

- If you want him to try something new? It's going to be very difficult to get him on board

O = Oral 

- Loves I mean LOVES to give oral

- Fucker is down bad

- Like damn

- He's also not necessarily opposed to receiving oral ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- He just much prefers to give

P = Piercing

- No.

- (Pussy)

- He's too scared for a dick piercing

- He's a bit too sensitive there for it to be worth it

Q = Quickie

- Every now and then he doesn't mind,

- But he tries not to make it a habit

- He is not usually the one to initiate it, but does have the ability to

- It's more dependent on you on this one

R = Risk

- Go back to N for part 1 of this answer

- Part 2 is that he does take risks in the sense of pushing things to extremes

- Choking could go all the way up to needing to signal that you NEED air

- But yea, he won't try new things that easily but once he's in it? He's IN it

S = Stamina

- He can go a few intense rounds and match with you usually

- Or like,, 5+ rounds if you've caught him in one of those periods where he has seemingly infinite stamina

- He does have a limit in those situations and that limit is in the double digits

- I will not specify what the number is tho

T = Toy

- Okay genuinely do his arms count as toys??????????

- Because like??????

- If so then he absolutely uses them on both you and him.

- Finger go brr

- In all seriousness tho he much prefers having somebody rather than a toy

- If you prefer toys tho he'll obviously let you get some and have you pick them out so you like them

- Unless you want him to pick-

U = Unfair

- Honestly depends on if he wants to tease or not

- If he wants to? This fucker

- If not? Then he won't.

- Simple as that

V = Volume

- Once again, whimpers at most in the beginning, but will get louder towards the end

- Mainly groans and panting tho

W = Wild Card

- Is 100% ashamed of some of his kinks

- It took a while for you to know everything

- Because he's embarrassed

- F

X = X-Ray

- His dick isn't like,,,,, gigantic

- But it's a good size

- Maybe like 6"? (~15cm???)

- It's enough to feel good lmao

- Uncircumcised because it can be

Y = Yearning

- Honestly? He ain't horny that often.

- Like at least once a month maybe

- Once again, he was kinda indifferent to sex before you

Z = ZZZ

- It doesn't matter how long you take to fall asleep you're sleeping first.

- Mans can stay awake

- Typically tho, when you wake up you can hear him snoring with an arm wrapped around you

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[professormembranexreader]

Mob Boss! Membrane x Fem! Civilian! Reader pt2 (Fluff)

RECAP

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Membrane's family is ruling the state you live in. You are a librarian. He came to your library and picked up a book. Then he escorted you home after you were harassed. Then he asked you on a date. You danced the night away and fell asleep on the way back to your house. He left his personal number and left.

Outside POV

When (Y/N) woke up, her head was pounding. She was in the clothes she was wearing last night. Tabitha, her cat, was curled up on her lap, kneading her thighs. There was cat hair all over the blouse she still had on, as well as the skirt part of the sundress.

“Oh, Tabi, baby, we need to do something about that coat of yours,” (Y/N) said, petting the cat, “You need a little trim! Yes, you do, you little cutie!” Tabitha let out her usual high pitched meow and hopped off (Y/N)’s lap.

“Wow. Guess I can’t share my love for the sole beneficiary in my will.” (Y/N) stuck out her tongue.

After Tabitha jumped down, (Y/N)’s eyes flitted down to the table. There was a paper there. With a number. Only one question crossed her mind.

Whose fucking number was this?

And (Y/N)’s only idea to figure out whose number was on her table was through calling.

The dial tone went once… twice… three times-

“Hi, this is (Y/N), you left your phone number on a paper on my table?”

“Oh, why hello there, (Y/N). It’s Miguel. What did you need?” That recognizable baritone would’ve been enough to tell who it was.

There sounded like there was a struggle going on in the background…

“Miguel, did I call at a bad time? Because I can call back if you nee-”

“Not necessary, pajarita—” A sound that was just a tad too similar to a gun firing peaked the mic on the phone. “—I should be free, now.”

“Miguel, was that a gunshot?" (Y/N) hastily whispered.

“(Y/N), that is frankly out of your circle of control. It’d be more scientific if you didn’t worry about it.” Membrane deadpanned.

“SO YOU DID?!”

“Of course I did, (Y/N), I’m in the mob. I’m the head of It ¡por el amor de Dios!”

“Miguel. How much of a role do you play exactly?”

He paused and took a breath. “Look, how about you come over to my place? I’ll explain more where I’m comfortable.”

(Y/N) couldn’t argue. What was there to say other than-

“Okay.”

“Good, I’ll send one of my men to come pick you up.”

“Can you send someone to talk to as well?” (Y/N) mentioned.

“Why?”

“Well… it’s kinda lonely just riding by myself. Y’know?”

“So you find the silence uncomfortable?” Membrane said.

“I guess you could put it like that…”

He thought for a minute before picking up something that clinked—presumably a bullet casing. After picking it up, Membrane opened his mouth. “Alright. I can arrange that.”

(Y/N) let out a sigh of relief.

He bid (Y/N) farewell and hung up.

It was only then that (Y/N) realized she was still wearing the same clothes dork the night before. And the ride would be there soon.

Feet tapping on the hardwood floor of the living “room”, she ran to the closet to pick out new clothes. Settling on a yellow, chunky knit sweater and old, faded, ripped blue-jeans, she picked out some old canvas shoes. Casual. Casual. You’re going over to his house.

But he just murdered someone!

“Relax, (Y/N),” she said out loud, “he probably doesn’t want to murder you. … Probably.”

Time passed, and sure enough, the same limousine pulled up outside of her house. But this time, when she got in, there was a lady dressed In business formal.

She waited for (Y/N) to sit down and get comfortable before introducing herself.

“Greetings, my name Is Aia,” she said extending her gloved hand.

Going to shake it, (Y/N) politely greeted her. “Oh, hi! I’m-“

“(Y/N). I know.” Aia’s handshake was firm and solid, but somehow warm and inviting.

She had bobbed, black hair that was parted to the side, with short choppy bangs covering her forehead. Round, yellow-tinted glasses covered her eyes. She smiled at (Y/N).

“So, what would you like to talk about?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

(Y/N) looked down at Aia’s hands which were on her lap. Her nails were painted gold.

“You’re nails are so cute and sparkly! I love that color on you!”

Aia seemed a bit taken aback, but graciously accepted the compliment. “Thanks! It’s really just gold color with a glittery top coat, but it makes it look really nice, right?”

(Y/N) and Aia made small talk for a while, before (Y/N) had a question.

“Have you… seen…him kill someone?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yes.” No hesitation. Damn. “Why, did you see something?”

“…maybe.”

“Let me guess, it didn’t sink in that we run organized CRIME until now, did it?”

“I guess I just didn’t process It… it’s kinda scary,” (Y/N) confessed. “Also…”

“Yes?”

“Why can’t we see out of the windows?” (Y/N) questioned.

“No one Is allowed to know where he actually lives except him, his children, and the drivers. Even the street signs are taken down.”

“Woah.”

“Yeah, so even I have no clue where we are.”

“That isn’t terrifying at all,” (Y/N) deadpanned.

The limo abruptly stopped, jostling (Y/N) and Aia. “Seems like this is your stop,” Aia said.

The limousine door was opened by the driver. (Y/N) climbed out and thanked him, waving to Aia as she walked to the house.

(Y/N) rapped her knuckles on the door and waited for a response. Soon, a small child with purple hair opened the door. “Who are you?”

“I’m (Y/N).”

The girl raised her eyebrow. “Okay?”

“Miguel sent for me.”

The girl “stared” at her for a minute before turning inside. “¡OYE, PAPÁ! ¡TU PUTA ESTÁ AQUÍ!

She then turned to (Y/N). “Come on in.”

The inside of their house was surprisingly normal. Upon entry, (Y/N) could spot what appeared to be the living room.

There was a large television in front of a coffee table, which was, obviously, In front of a couch. Next to the couch, on the side of the coffee table that was furthest from the door, there was a large chair.

There was a staircase going up to the second floor as well as a staircase going down to what (Y/N) presumed was the basement.

“Wait here,” she said, walking downstairs. After some time, the girl came back up and went to the other room.

“Ay, ¿de quien ella estaba hablando?” That baritone voice echoed in the small staircase leading up from the basement. (Y/N) turned around to face the staircase to see a shirtless Miguel with a towel wrapped around his waist. Her jaw dropped.

It was an understatement to say her face was red.

“Oh, (Y/N). I almost forgot you would be coming over. Please, sit. I’ll be with you in a minute. Oh, and…” he went over to (Y/N) and closed her mouth, “you’ll catch flies if you keep your mouth open, cariño.”

(Y/N) gulped and nodded. Her heart was hammering out of her chest. She gently sat down on the couch on the far left side.

What was happening to her? Why was she so nervous all of a sudden. It’s not like he was attractive? Okay, maybe he was, but they were just friends! However, (Y/N) remembered the ballroom dance. Friends don’t kiss each other on the mouth in a dip in front of at least a hundred people.

So what were they?

It didn’t matter, though, as due to (Y/N) being so lost in thought, Membrane had already come back. And he was no longer shirtless. Damn.

Instead, he sported a black turtleneck and blue jeans. Classy.

About this time, the purple haired girl came back downstairs with a boy with a big head resembling Miguel.

“Ah, (Y/N). Meet my offspring! Gaz-“ he gestured to the purple haired girl, “- and Dib-“ he said gesturing to the other.

“Hello!” (Y/N) chirped, waving. The two kids looked at each other and back to (Y/N), not saying anything.

Instead, Gaz pulled her father towards the kitchen. (Y/N) followed. Awaiting there were two bowls of mac & cheese.

"Me and Dib made it. Well, I made it. Dib stood there and watched." Dib looked at his sister, mouth agape.

"GAZ! You said you wouldn't tell!"

"I did? Well, too bad."

He handed one to (Y/N) and thanked his daughter by ruffling her hair.

(Y/N) saw the young girl stick her tongue out at her brother, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile.

“Gaz, please be nice to your brother,” (Y/N) said.

“But he’s crazy!” she dragged out.

“It’s not important if he is or isn’t, you should be nice to everyone you can.”

Groaning, Gaz complied. “Ugh. Fine, MOM.”

As Gaz left, (Y/N) blushed, eyes blinking rapidly as she stood up.

“Deseo que ella fuera la madre de ellos,” Miguel muttered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nada.”

“Miguel?” (Y/N) said, putting her hands on her hips.

“Let’s watch a movie.” He was determined to change the subject. So (Y/N) let him.

He sat on the couch and looked through the movies while (Y/N) sat next to him. He was scrolling through the... the rom-coms?

“Miguel? What exactly are you looking for?”

“A…movie to watch? I thought it was obvious.”

“You’re looking in the rom-coms.”

“And?”

“Fair enough,” (Y/N) shrugged. They looked through the movies available, until (Y/N) found something.

“Oh my god, I haven’t watched that movie in so long.”

“Which one?”

“That one!” (Y/N) said, pointing to one of the titles.

“17 Again? With Zac Efron? Really?”

(Y/N) puffed out her cheeks out and crossed her arms. “What? It’s not like it’s a completely unwatchable movie. Plus he IS hot.”

If you blinked, you might miss the look of disappointment on Membrane’s face… and (Y/N) blinked.

Miguel played off his hurt and hit play. And much to his dismay, (Y/N) seemingly paid more attention to the film than him.

That was until she finished her food. She set the bowl on the coffee table and curled up next to him.

“You’re so warm…” (Y/N) said, sleepily. Her voice was husky, and her eyes were half-lidded.

Taking a risk, Miguel moved his arm around her. (Y/N) nuzzled closer into him, now hugging his arm.

“Does this mean you like me now?” Miguel asked.

“Maybe.”

“Will you let me know when you decide that you’ll stay with me?”

“Why should I?”

“Well, it’d be very upsetting if the mob leader didn’t have a partner to help with difficult decisions…”

(Y/N) sat up and looked at him. “Are you really going to pull that again?”

“Maybe,” he said, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“You’re lucky I want to stay with you,” (Y/N) said, laying back down.

“Does this mean you’ll move in with me?”

“Eventually. You have to give me time, Miguel. I’m not used to the fast paced life you lead.”

“Seems like you’re adjusting well, though.” He was smirking.

“Oh, hush!” (Y/N) swatted gently at him.

He laughed and pulled (Y/N) closer. She turned her face to his, glancing at his lips. He caught her gaze and held her face.

“May I?” he whispered.

“I thought you’d never want to again.”

Their lips met, and she grabbed his face, pulling him closer—much to his surprise. After a while they pulled away, and (Y/N) smiled giddily.

“Does this mean you like me now?” Miguel asked once more.

Laughing, she replied, “We’ll see, Miguel.”

#writing #membrane #professor membrane #professor membrane x reader

[professormembranexreader]

Membrane x Insecure! Reader (Headcanons)

- let’s fucking go lads

- this is totally not me procrastinating again hahaha whaaaa

- anyways these are headcanons about you being super insecure about how you seem to other people

- you kinda started isolating yourself from conversations

- just kinda moving to the side. Out of the way. You know?

- and it took a while for anyone to notice

- Gaz was actually the one to notice it

- you talked to her the most but all of a sudden, you just stopped.

- so obviously she’s worried.

- she’s always concerned for the gamers

- but she is smart

- she has already figured out that she can’t help you with this

- out of her pay grade tbh

- so she’d go to her dad

- Miguel is even more unsure of what to do

- he knows science, not people!

- but he’s an adult!

- he has children!

- he has won several accolades for being smart!

- how hard could it be?

- extremely.

- your thinking is completely irrational

- and when he tells you that you just sob harder

- in a moment of panic, he hugs you

- you flinch

- he starts to pull away but you hold him there

- he starts to rub circles into your back

- “ah, mi vida. Te preocupas demasiado.”

- “what if they think I’m a bad person?”

- “then they’re wrong. Simple as that.”

- how he spoke so confidently, you didn’t know.

- “listen, (Y/N). I don’t think you’re a bad person. And if anyone does, I’ll change their mind.”

- “Miguel, please don’t hurt them” you said, chuckling

- “no promesas” he said kissing your head

- you chuckle and hug him back

- who cares what other people think? You’ve got him, and he’s all you really need

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Joke & Angst Christmas Drabble

(Y/N)'s POV

Someone spiked the eggnog.

Either that or Membrane was spiking it for himself.

We knew this because I was currently trying to pry him away from a UV laser supposedly going to power his "Santa-Death-Ray".

While I tried to convince him that Santa Claus wasn't real. Gaz told him that Santa was going to invade our house first.

"Don't even joke about that, daughter!" he cried.

"Gaz, please don't encourage him-"

"Better hurry, Dad. He's close by," Gaz deadpanned.

"¡VOY A MATARLO!" Membrane yelled.

"Miguel! Please!" I cried.

"¡Tú eres demasiado tarde! ¡El láser está listo!"

"Oh, for the love of..." I pulled down his collar, yanking him down to my level. "You listen to me, and you listen to me well, Professor. You are not going to build a death ray to kill Santa. He isn't real. He never was real. Now if you would disassem-"

"OH LOOK! THERE HE IS!" The outline of a flying sleigh pulled by magical, mechanical reindeer was visible.

God dammit, Gaz.

"Dios mío, es más peor que pensé," he mumbled. Membrane hurriedly pulled together the last of the components to his Santa-Death-Ray.

"¡VOY A MATAR ESTE HIJO DE PUTA!" he said while readying his weapon.

"Miguel! Please!" I pleaded.

It was at this point that Dib came racing down the stairs. "Dad! Wait! That's not Santa!"

Membrane paused, "Entonces, qué es?"

"It's a UFO!!" Dib said excitedly.

Membrane held the Santa-Death-Ray in a perfunctory manner. "No, no es. Extraterrestres no existen. Cálmate, por favor por lo que yo puedo matar Santa."

"But! But!"

"No. Voy a matarlo. No 'pero's. Ahora sal." He spoke matter-of-factly that Dib did as he was told.

"¿Donde estaba?" He looked at the ray-gun and immediately perked up. "Creo que este es el fin de Santa," he said. It was evident that he was smiling. He primed the laser and took aim at his target.

With a loud, high pitched whir of the device powering up resounding through the room, the children and I covered our ears.

The laser looked like it hit.

However, right after we thought he was hit, the same laser came firing back at Membrane.

It struck him right in the chest. Right in the heart.

He stumbled back.

I rushed to him.

But he was gone.

I wrenched my eyes shut.

And when I opened them, my eyes were burning. I was screaming. Someone was holding me—who was holding me?

“Cállate, mi amor, cállate. Despertarás a los niños.” Wait. I recognize that voice.

I wiped my eyes and looked around.

“Miguel.” I clung to him.

“Qué pasa, mi amor?” he said. His gloved, robotic hands rubbed my back.

“I had a nightmare…”

“¿Puedes decirme sobre la pesadilla?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, pero yo siempre está aquí.”

He wiped the tears from my eyes and laid me down on his chest.

“…Miguel?”

“¿Hm?”

“You know Santa isn’t real, right…”

“Claro que sí. Yo maté a Santa hace mucho tiempo.” He kissed my head and ruffled my hair. “Ahora, duerme para mí, ¿okay?”

“Mhm.”

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Membrane x Male! Irken! Reader (Headcanons)

- Let's get things clear. You are not tiny. Not like Zim.

- Like, you are the size of an average human.

- The Tallest sent you away because they feared you'd try to overthrow them or something.

- Who knows?

- You were sent away before Zim was banished. So when Zim came by Earth, it took all you had in you not to publicly shame him—not for being an alien, but for being fucking intolerable.

- But when you looked into it, you realized there was unknown danger that you'd been avoiding.

- Dib.

- You did some research into the family and immediately sought out his father.

- You donned your human disguise you had packed oh so many years ago and set out to find Professor Membrane.

- Which was surprisingly easier than you thought.

- Especially since you were already working for him. You just didn't realize that was his full name. He actually was a good friend. Funny how he never spoke about his kids...

- You asked him about it when you were having lunch. He got all flustered and started to spew nonsense about the "unscientific manner of the question".

- "Miguel..."

- "...yes?"

- "Why haven't you told me about your kids before?"

- If he WASNT sweating before, he sure was now.

- He mumbled out something in Spanish. Typical. /j

- "English, Professor."

- "I didn't want you to not be interested in me," he said.

- "I knew it was a long shot but I didn't want to risk losing you."

- Your heart panged.

- "Miguel..." you said, putting your hand overtop his gloved one.

- "I completely understand that this crosses lines, so please understand that if you reciprocate I must terminate you."

- Your eyes went wide.

- "NOT IN THAT WAY!" he rushed.

- He went on to explain that he had a separate division led by someone else and that while it may be a dock in pay, he could then be with you.

- But what did money matter to you? You had advanced Irken technology on your side.

- You agreed, and you got transferred to a different department over the course of a week.

- So you started dating. Which was actually very pleasant.

- Luckily, due to your amazing disguise, Dib didn't recognize you as an alien. But he was always watching you.

- Little creep...

- Gaz was cool. No other explanations.

- But time passed, and soon things got a bit more... physical.

- Your disguise didn't necessarily cover the parts of skin that were usually covered up.

- Which meant that from the waist down, your skin was still green.

- When he saw your lower half, he thought you had the same skin condition the neighbor kid had.

- So that's what he's calling it.

- You explained to him that you were an alien.

- "Immigrant is a much better word, guapo."

- "Miguel..." you sighed, "

- "These aren't my real eyes, Miguel."

- "You wear contacts? That's strange."

- "I HAVEN'T SEEN YOUR EYES EITHER MIGUEL."

- He took off his goggles to reveal his tired, sunken-in, chocolate brown eyes.

- "Now's your turn."

- You took off your disguise completely.

- "Are your eyes a part of the condition too?"

- "It's not a condition."

- "It's okay to be in denial, guapo."

- "Miguel I don't have ears. That's not a skin condition."

- "I'm sure there's a very scientific explanation for that."

- oh my god this man

- "Professor. I'm not from this planet," you said as slowly as possible. "I'm a space alien."

- "..."

- "oh"

- "..."

- "Am I allowed to find out about the aliens?"

- "Only if you suck my dick," you said jokingly.

- You shouldn't have said that.

- You should NOT have said that.

- Don't you know he will do anything in the name of science????

ONE BJ LATER

- "I'm not telling you about the aliens."

- "BUT I SUCKED YOUR DICK AND EVERYTHING."

- "Yeah, well, sucks to suck."

- You did eventually tell him but good god his face was hilarious.

- It was all pouty.

- You ruffled his hair and kissed him.

- He pulled you onto his lap and held you close.

- You started telling him all you could about extraterrestrial life.

- But as time passed, you grew more and more tired.

- You told him that you needed to get back home, and that you'd continue tomorrow.

- He couldn't wait.

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Nightmare! Membrane x Test Subject! Male! Reader (Fluff)

Outside POV

Preparing the elaborate machine, Professor Membrane was muttering to himself. Something about the probability of this working being very low. How he could expect disaster in the near future when testing this.

He was adjusting the knob on said machine when he heard a knock at the door. He didn't yell anything, as no one would have heard. He hurried up the winding stairs, shaking his hands and stimming anxiously. His heavy footsteps fell and resounded through the empty halls. He faced the door. Make a good first impression. Don't fuck it up.

He took a deep breath, straightened his posture, and opened the door.

Outside was an anxious (Y/N). His hair was a mess, and his hands were fidgety. Professor Membrane looked down on him and guided him into the stair well.

"Am I...allowed to ask questions?" (Y/N) said slowly.

"Mmmmm..." Professor Membrane thought for a bit before deciding. "No."

"Oh."

They continued walking down the stairs in silence. They reached the bottom and Professor Membrane opened the vault door. He grabbed (Y/N)'s shoulder and roughly guided him inside. (Y/N) wanted to protest, but he knew it wouldn't do him any good.

(Y/N) was guided to a device with a chair. He stood by its side until Professor Membrane was ready. Which was, apparently, going to be a while. He kept taking notes. Notes on everything. From the weather conditions to the humidity in the room.

But eventually, he started the experiment. He told (Y/N) to sit down and sit still. Which, considering his anxiety about being a literal test subject, was very difficult. But he managed to stay still long enough for Professor Membrane to come back over to him. He adjusted the headset to fit (Y/N)'s eyes.

"What do you see, (Y/N)?"

"Static."

Professor Membrane hummed in approval. "Good." He continued to adjust the machine until (Y/N) felt something metal pointing at the center of his forehead.

"Sir, what is that?" (Y/N) asked, voice warbling.

"Oh? Oh you mean that. Well, I'm going to fire a laser into your brain—specifically through to the occipital lobe—so you can see into alternate realities. Nothing big."

(Y/N) just sat there, eyes wide and darting around, but he could only see static. Professor Membrane just continued, as he didn't care about the abject horror on (Y/N)'s face, nor could he see it—his back was literally turned.

(Y/N) heard footsteps walk around him and the subsequent clicking of a knob.

"You, Mr. (L/N), will be testing the highest setting of the Dimensional Scope. This...may hurt. I genuinely have no clue! Oh, well, we'll see."

A button was pushed and the laser began charging up.

"Sir, is this safe?!" (Y/N)'s quavering voice was hoarse, and his mouth was running dry.

"Why do you think I'm testing it?"

(Y/N) struggled against his restraints. But it was too late. The laser fired into his brain. He wrenched his eyes shut. And everything went black.

"Oh. Well that was unexpected," Professor Membrane said, crossing out the "Alive" on the subject's status and replacing it with "Unknown".

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When (Y/N) opened his eyes, he didn't recognize where the hell he was. He tried to move but found himself on an old-time-y vivisection table. How fun!

But hey! He could see! That was a plus, right? If he was being captured like this, they'd probably like to know that he was awake.

And yet, it seems that (Y/N) didn't need to announce his consciousness. Because not too long after he woke up, someone that looked a lot like Professor Membrane was looming over him.

"Professor? Is that you? I'd like to have a word or two about what you did to my..." (Y/N) trailed off. This wasn't Professor Membrane. "...head." (Y/N) paused for a minute. "Who are you?"

"I've waited quite a while to inspect you, espécimen estimado." The man pulled on his gloves lightly before blades emanating from his fingers pierced through.

Once again, (Y/N) began to twist against his restraints. Was this how he was going to die? The man reached his sharp fingers to (Y/N)'s face—he froze.

"Relájate, espécimen. I'm not going to harm you," (Y/N) looked at the man with wide eyes.

"You don't trust me, do you?" the man said.

"You've got blades for fingers! Why should I?!" (Y/N) exclaimed.

The man stroked where his chin would be under the lab coat. "Hmm. You do have a point, but these-" he waggled his fingers "-are not pointy."

"Prove it."

"Promise you'll stay still?" he giggled.

Uh oh. (Y/N) thought for a minute but nodded, lips sealed in a tight line. The man hovered over (Y/N)—standing behind his head and looming over.

The man slowly crept his "fingers" down towards (Y/N)'s face. He couldn't help but cringe. The man's hands slowly rested on (Y/N)'s face. (Y/N) un-tensed.

His finger blades were dull. Just pointy enough to pierce through latex but not anywhere near sharp enough to break the skin.

"See? I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe, espécimen." He began to caress (Y/N)'s cheeks.

"You aren't going to hurt me?" (Y/N) whispered.

The man removed his hands and tilted his head back to let out a manic cackle. (Y/N)'s eyes widened and his body stiffened.

This man was insane...

Hold on.

Maybe the machine that Membrane tested worked...

Maybe this was...

"Is your name Membrane?" (Y/N) asked.

His laughter abruptly stopped and he leaned in uncomfortably close to (Y/N)'s face.

"How did you know that?" he exclaimed.

"Well...it's sort of a long story." (Y/N) then explained what happened to the man now known as Membrane.

"And now I don't know where I am or if I can get back home," (Y/N) sighed.

Membrane scratched his chin. "Well, I do not know what this 'dimensional scope' is, so I am afraid I cannot help you."

"Does that mean I'm stuck here?" (Y/N) asked.

"Well, seeing as I am legally forbidden-", he paused, and he said the word "wink": most likely indicating that he winked, "-from practicing science, I'd say...'yes'."

(Y/N)'s face paled. He didn't have any family that he cared about (or friends for that matter)—hence why he signed up to be a test subject—but what about his cat?

More importantly, what about him? He was stuck in an alternate dimension with people who were all extremely creepy. It was like a nightmare dimension—almost as if it was all for Halloween.

"In the meantime, I'd suggest getting comfortable," he turned around, "because you won't be going home anytime soon."

(Y/N) gulped. Was this going to be their life now?

"But also in the meantime, you can help me figure out how this 'dimensional scope' looks," he said.

(Y/N) cocked his head. "I thought you said you couldn't practice science anymore?"

"OHOHOH! That's where you're wrong, espécimen! I said LEGALLY! As long as Bitters doesn't find out, we should be perfectly fine."

"Like the school teacher?"

He whipped his head around. "What?"

"Never mind. You wouldn't understand."

He leaned forward, face in front of (Y/N)'s. "Are you sure?"

(Y/N) gulped and nodded. "Yes, sir."

He straightened up and pat (Y/N)'s head. "Alright then. Now, I don't think I ever caught your name." He took (Y/N)'s right hand. "Care to introduce yourself?"

"I'm...I'm (Y/N)," he said. Membrane pressed (Y/N)'s hand where his mouth should've been.

"While the circumstances are...not ideal... it is a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)."

"As with you," (Y/N) said.

"Oh, mierda. Me olvidé," he muttered, "Living arrangements."

"Oh, yeah. That. Where am I staying?"

"Well... maybe you should take the bed," he paused, "After all, you are a guest."

"Nonononono, I couldn't do that to you. Is there any other options?"

"The vivisection table."

"Oh."

"And I don't think you want to do that... but there's only two beds—and Gaz won't share."

"What about the couch?" (Y/N) asked.

"What's a couch?"

"Alright, that's a no on the couch," (Y/N) sighed. "Say I take the bed. Where would you sleep?"

"...vivisection table..." Membrane mumbled under his breath.

"You can't do that! That's not fair," (Y/N) fussed. He thought for a bit before blushing and rapidly shaking his head.

"No. No no no. No es posible."

"What are you 'no'ing?" (Y/N) asked.

He looked away and scratched the back of his head. "Well... I, er, was thinking that—maybe! Just maybe—we could share the bed if you don't want any alternative. But of course it's not nece-"

"Why not? It'll be like a slumber party!" (Y/N) smiled.

Membrane blushed, then cleared his throat. "It's getting late. We should head to bed."

"Probably. Where is the bedroom, by the way?"

Membrane took (Y/N)'s hand and led him out of the basement and up the winding staircase.

And up the stairs.

Into the bedroom.

Neither undressed; they just got under the covers, laying on their sides. Membrane wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s waist, trapping him. But luckily, (Y/N) was perfectly okay with that.

However, when the misty part of Membrane's body swooped over (Y/N)'s legs—which sent a chill down his spine—it took some getting used to. But soon enough, he would get comfortable once again, and (Y/N) would fall asleep.

Meanwhile someone was plotting how to get their new plaything to stay.

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Dead! Membrane x Necromancer! NB! Reader (Fluff)

(Y/N)'s POV

God, this class was a chore. Well, all of them were. But the journalism class at the college I went to, specifically. I was only taking this class because a friend wanted me to.

We had to interview someone we looked up to. And write a report based on the information we learned. It was supposed to be a way to show what we already know.

I asked if we could do someone who was dead, and she allowed it. On the condition we show proof we were with them. How funny. If it weren't a challenge.

That's right. I was determined to do my report on someone dead. Who? Why, the most influential man of all time—Professor Membrane.

But there was an obvious problem. How do you actually interview a dead person and get proof you were with them?

To me the answer was obvious. Necromancy.

I went to the local occult store. I'd never believed in this shit, but it was my best bet. Plus, if all else fails: photoshop.

The girl at the counter was hella cute. Who knew all the cuties worked at the occult stores? The girl and I talked, and I found out her name was Penelope. We then flirted for a bit, and I somehow secured a date.

But first I needed to raise the dead. Priorities, people.

I got a dagger, candles, and a book.

I looked in the book for the right ritual, and found out I needed the fresh blood of an animal on the knife. I'm an animal, right? Technically I am. While I didn't like the idea of cutting myself, it was going to be worth it.

Soon, I went over to the burial site. It was the only one on the hill. The trek up left me tired. But it was time to do this.

I was prepared. But not ready.

I slit the back of my arm with the ritual knife and pressed it to the raised ground. Once a good amount of blood was soaked into the dirt, I tried to bandage the cut up. I didn't do a good job, but it was enough to stop the bleeding.

Funny enough, if you just say what you want to happen in Latin, hold any occult book and a bloody dagger, and get some gold colored candles, it will happen.

Because sure enough when I began chanting, it began to storm. And that was NOT in today's forecast. I continued with my unholy chant.

"Unum, quod fuerit abiit

resurget post longa

quod tempus habet, diminutae

revertetur, et morari"

The rain one by one put out the candles. Spooky. But expected.

The ground shifted. Almost like it was being disturbed from underneath. Bingo. I peered over the candles and looked closer at the burial site.

Suddenly a laser shot up from the ground. I stumbled backwards. A gloved hand rose from the earth. My eyes widened and I smiled.

I did it. I raised the dead. I'm. Amazing.

As I cheered and hollered, the hand clawed at the ground, trying to pull the body up. Another hand sprouted from the opening in the dirt. It pushed apart the ground until there was a wide hole.

The sound of an engine sputtering to life was heard, and as I looked up, I saw him. He was floating above the grave. I forgot he was buried with his rocket shoes.

"Dónde soy?" He was talking. Oh my god. He was actually talking. "¿Quien es usted?"

"Holy shit, you're actually conscious," I blurted out.

"¡Ey! ¡Lenguaje! ¿Y por qué no estaría?"

I stared at him. "Do you not...speak English?" I put my hand on my chin. "Coulda sworn you did..."

"Oh, inglés." He cleared his throat. "Is this better?"

"Much. Thank you, Professor." I took out my notepad. "Can I interview you?"

He raised an eyebrow and put a gloved hand to his chin. "I don't see why not... what do you want to know, amigx?"

"Well, let's start with some standard stuff," I said, pulling out the tripod and video camera. "You don't mind if I record this, right?"

"By all means, go ahead."

I hit the record button and introduced myself and my interviewee.

I pulled out the notepad that I filled with questions and a pencil to write down his answers.

"First thing's first, do remember how you died?"

"Well..." he said, putting a gloved hand on his chin, "the last thing I remember was trying to give a speech when I felt this TERRIBLE pain in my jaw! I don't know what happened to me, but it's... more difficult to talk now..."

I scribbled down shorthand of his words until my eyes widened—he didn't know. "Do you...wish to know, sir?"

"No, thank you. If I knew I'd be thinking about it for much longer than I'd be comfortable with."

"Understandable, now onto the actual interview." We talked for a while, going back and forth. I flipped through the pages until my questions came to an end.

I put away the interview materials and went to turn off the camera. Once I did, I turned to speak to him. "Look. I, uh... need some advice."

"Is this for the interview?"

"Nonononono—the camera is off, the pencil is down, notepad in my pocket—it's not for the interview."

"Pues, ¿qué quieres?" Membrane asked.

"Dude, I don't speak Spanish."

"Ah, my apologies. I wasn't thinking. I asked what you wanted."

Oh.

"Well, uh, I need advice." He looked to me expectantly. He made circles with his hand indicating to continue. "I'm uh... god, this is kinda awkward. I just raised you from the dead and I'm about to ask you this."

"What is it, amigx?"

"How do you go on a date with a pretty girl?" I blurted out.

"¿Qué?"

"Okay, I know enough Spanish to know what that means. So, I was getting the stuff to, you know, bring you back from the dead. And I may have been flirting with the cashier and I got a date with her that I am terrified of because I've never been on a-"

"Cálmate. It's just a date."

"BUT SHE'S REALLY PRETTY!" I exclaimed.

"I don't doubt that, but you need to calm down. Panicking will solve nothing, amigx." He placed his hands on my shoulders. "Breathe."

I followed his advice and did the best I could to steady my breathing. Once it was more level, he let go of me.

"Now, while I don't have any personal experience with this-"

"You what?" I said. Did I hear him right?

"I said that I didn't have any firsthand experience, now if I may-"

"Waitwaitwaitwait, you mean to tell me...that you've never been on a date before?"

"Well, it wasn't necessarily a priority for me..." Membrane said quietly, "but I think I know how to help."

I cocked my head. "What did you have in mind?"

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An hour later, I showed up in tux. Because who doesn't look good in a tux? Was I overdressed? Yes. Did I care? No.

We were having a picnic in a mausoleum nearby Membrane's grave. Close enough so the doohickey that he gave me—whatever it was—was within range of him so it could work.

He'd asked me to bring him a necklace, a cheap mic, and two Bluetooth headsets. What he did, I have no clue, but he gave me a necklace with a mic "charm" and a earpiece that wrapped around my ear.

It allowed me to transmit audio to him from my location to him, and, in addition, it allowed him to relay audio to me.

"So Penelope-"

"Please, call me Pen." She smiled. Cute.

"So, uh, Pen...I may have been using the items I bought," I stammered.

Pen laughed. "What'd you do? Raise the dead? Hahahaha..." She kept laughing until she realized my red face. "Wait..." she paused, "Did you really do that?"

"M-maybe?" I said, voice getting higher.

"YO. THAT IS SO COOL!" She was beaming. Membrane was not happy with me confessing this.

But I didn't care.

I smiled. "Would you...want to see him?" I asked Pen. I could hear his panicked voice in my ear, but I ignored him.

"oh my god, really? You'd let me do that?"

"Well... if he's okay with it..." I got up off of the ground. "Let me go ask."

I started sprinting over to his grave. By the time I got there I was completely out of breath.

He pulled down his collar. "What are you thinking?!" he hissed.

"I'M SORRY! But it just popped out and I kinda have to show her you now." I scratched the back of my head, "Can I?"

He let out a long sigh before nodding and pulling his collar back up. "Fine. But you better at least stay friends, or else..."

I bounced up and down, clapping my hands. "Thank you so much, Membrane!"

I ran back down the hill and went to Pen and bent down to catch my breath.

"He...hah... said you—god damn, I'm out of breath—could see him."

"You...okay?" Pen asked me.

I looked up and smiled. "NOPE!" I jumped back onto my feet. "Let's do this!"

I took her hand and practically dragged her towards his grave. We got closer to the hill, when she paused. I stumbled, but caught myself.

"Why'd you stop, Pen?"

"Did you...?" she trailed off.

"Did I what?" I cocked my head to the side.

She shook me by my shoulders. "DID YOU RAISE PROFESSOR MEMBRANE FROM THE DEAD?!"

"Well, I had to interview SOMEONE-" She bust out laughing and started jogging forward again. I followed after her with a smile.

When we got to the top of the hill, he was "calmly" waiting for us. But I could just barely make out the sweat rolling down his face.

He extended a gloved hand to Pen who just stared at him in awe. "Oh my god. You're asking me to shake your hand—(Y/N), he's asking me to shake his hand."

"Shake his hand, Pen. He doesn't bite," I paused, "as far as I know." He blushed and started sputtering while Pen just laughed.

She shook his hand and he seemed to recompose himself. "Hello there, Pen! My name is Professor Membrane. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Pen smiled. "It's been a dream of mine to meet you in person. When I learned you had died, I never thought I'd get the chance to."

"Well today's your lucky day." He was smiling. "(Y/N)?" he asked me.

"Yes, sir?"

"How long does this ritual allow me to be conscious? I have theories I need to pass on."

"Only a few more hours... at dawn you'll go back to...you know... being dead."

A lightbulb went off in my head. If I was going to be a scientist, I could elaborate on his theories and test them. I could be revolutionary. But I needed his permission.

"Sir, if I may, would you allow me to test your theories? And if so, I don't know if I'd be able to properly credit you, so in the case I can't, would you mind?"

He thought for a minute, before shrugging his shoulders. "If it's in the name of science, I don't see why not. But are you up for the challenge, amigx?"

I nod my head, and Pen smiles at me.

"What are we waiting for? Let's get going!"

And for the next hour and forty-five minutes, I copied his words down by hand while Pen got the information out of him.

It was then that the sky started to turn orange.

"Quick! Back into the ground! We can't push you in." I said.

Pen chuckled at the last part. "Yeah! Your arms are too heavy!"

"¡Oye! Yo sé, yo sé. Soy yendo." He hopped into the hole in the earth. "It was a pleasure meeting you two kids. I believe you'll both go on to do great things."

He crossed his arms over his chest and fell backwards into the ground. "See you on the other side, amigx."

"See you on the other side, Professor." I gave him a small "see ya" hand motion. Pen and I spent the rest of the day chatting and getting to know each other while I worked on my project.

I turned in my report and got a 100. Hell yeah.

I got another date with Pen. Hell fucking yeah.

I've started to compile his works and research. Slowly, it started to make more and more sense. I completed the class and went on to pursue my career in science.

Maybe I'll go on to do great things after all.

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Toxic! Membrane x Fem! Reader x Clembrane (H&C)

TW: Abuse, Manipulation, Divorce

If you are sensitive to these subjects then please do not read. This is by far the heaviest chapter I've written. Know that this behavior is not acceptable of anyone.

Outside POV

He was not the man she married. Not anymore.

He used to be kind. A philanthropist who simply wanted to make the world a better place. He still was, except he wasn't kind anymore. He was mean and cruel. Maybe not to everyone, but at least to her. And that was enough to drive her crazy.

But she put up with it. Because she had learned that this was normal. This was normal. It had to be... Otherwise someone would've done something. Right? Of course.

He couldn't be as bad as she was making him out to be. He was nice to her. Just like the last time— he said she wasn't wearing something that "was unprofessional" and he smiled! Granted, it was followed up with "I didn't know you could actually pull it off."

But still! He complimented her! And if he could somehow see the beauty in her, he can't be that bad, can he?

She smiled at the fond memory. She shook her head and went back to what she was doing. What was she doing, again?

Oh, right. She was cooking dinner for him. She and the rest of the family already ate. She was just about to put in the pasta when-

The door slammed open. Oh no. It was one of those nights. Just pretend like everything is normal. Please let everything be normal.

He undid the buttons on the collar of his lab coat and hung it up on the coat rack. He came up behind her.

"Why isn't dinner ready yet?" he growled into her ear.

"I... I didn't know when you'd get home. I'm sorry-"

"You should be. I'll be back up soon. I expect it to be done by then." He sauntered off to do whatever he was going to do.

(Y/N) shakily continued to make the dish. It just had to be perfect. No pressure. "Relax, (Y/N). Relax. Just do it how you normally do."

She finished making it and by the time he came back, she was just then setting down to food and drink.

He was wearing goggles and a mask, but she could tell something was wrong. She was going to be punished. Oh no. What was it what was it what was-

She forgot the fork. THE FORK. How the hell is he supposed to eat without a fork?

She watched as he gripped the mug. He gripped it so hard, she could already see cracks forming. She ducked behind the counter as the pieces of ceramic scattered.

He made his way over to her.

"Please! I'm sorry! I won't forget next time—I swe-"

He took off his glove and slapped (Y/N) with his metal hand. Hard. She staggered back a bit, leaning on the counter, before looking back up at him.

It stung.

She had tears in her eyes. But she dared not to let them fall. She held her head high and walked out of the room.

As soon as she was out, though, her tears fell like rain. However, she didn't make a sound. God forbid he hear—she didn't want to be hit again. So she went to the place she knew was safe. Anywhere but inside that house.

She went outside into the backyard. Clem was there. He smiled at her, but quickly noticed something was wrong. He may not look the part, but had the good half of Membrane's qualities—meaning he was still very observant. And he could notice when something was wrong.

"(Y/N). WhAt's wrOng?" He reached his pudgy hand towards her face.

She flinched away.

He slowly pulled his hand back as (Y/N) began to un-tense. "I'm sorry, Clem. I just-"

"I knOw. Is OkAy. wEll, nOt OkAY, yOu knOw whAt I mEAn," he said.

(Y/N) smiled. She took Clem's hand into hers.

"hE hUrt yOu, dIdn't hE?" Clem asked.

"Yes, but he didn't mean-"

"LISten tO yOurSElf, (Y/N). I dIdn't ASk if hE meANT tO. I aSked if hE dID."

(Y/N) opened her mouth before closing it and thinking.

"cOme with mE," he said. He lead (Y/N) into the garage. She had helped Dib clean it up after the florpus incident. Not to mention the mess reminded her of him. Hopefully Dib would be different from his father...

Clem led (Y/N) to a desk drawer. It was slightly ajar. She could make out that there were papers inside, but she couldn't tell what they were.

Until she got closer.

Clem spoke up. "hE gOt thEse yEsterDAy," he said, pulling the drawer open further.

Across the middle of the paper, there were the words, "DECREE OF DIVORCE". (Y/N) just stood there. Not crying. Not smiling. Just...numb.

"I knOw it wILL tAke sOme tIme to cOme tO tErms," Clem said. "I'm gOing to gIve yOU a hUg, oKAy?"

(Y/N) hummed a yes. And she was enveloped in the squishiness of Clembrane.

"I don't want to sleep in his room tonight," she spoke. Her voice was hushed. As if her words were trying to sneak away before something caught them.

"yOu wANNa sLEEp wITh me?" Clem asked. (Y/N) blushed. He realized what (Y/N) thought he meant and turned and red-orange.

"NONONONO! SLEEp in thE sAme rOOm! sILLy!" He went on to mutter about how silly she was, before being cut off by a kiss on the cheek.

(Y/N) hugged Clem. "I'd love to." Clem held her hand and took her back to his quarters (the guest bedroom).

She went and got her pajamas from one of the drawers. It wasn't the first time she spent the night in Clem's room. Asking Clem to turn around, she got dressed. She put on a pastel pink romper and told Clem he could look.

"yOU lOOk aMAZing (Y/N)!!" he said. (Y/N) blushed.

"He always hated this outfit..."

"wEll, hE isn't hEre!"

(Y/N) laughed. Clem was right. Membrane wasn't here. She smiled. Clem laid down onto to bed and (Y/N) laid next to him, hugging his side. Soon, they fell asleep.

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As Membrane walked down the stairs the next morning, he thought about what he had done the night before. He didn't regret it. In his mind, he did what needed to be done. (Y/N) was just sensitive.

But then he saw (Y/N) and Clem on the couch. Papers were spread all over the coffee table.

"Clean up that mess and get to work on breakfast," he said.

"No."

He paused. And turned around. "What was that?"

"We need to talk, Professor." Clem was squeezing her hand. She was trembling.

"I was willing to ignore your outfit, but with that rudeness I may have to comment on it."

"I'm being serious. We need to talk. Sit down and fill out the rest of these papers..." (Y/N) began. "We are getting a divorce."

National Domestic Violence Hotline: [phone]-SAFE

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Storm Drabble

Outside POV

(Y/N) jumped at the flash of light filling the room. And just as quick as it came, it was gone, leaving the room back to its vast darkness. Soon after came the loud rumble that shook them to their core.

They hid under the quilt on the bed. It had been in their family for generations. It wasn't one that was continuously added onto, however. Which was good because (Y/N) was a terrible sewer. Their hands were too shaky to ever thread a needle.

And right now, they couldn't even hold a glass of water.

They fumbled for their phone, trembling as they attempted to dial up the one person who could calm them down.

The phone rang. Once. Twice. He picked up.

"M-Miguel?" (Y/N) said shakily. Hopefully he doesn't notice.

"(Y/N)," he paused, "¿Qué mal?" Shit.

"Can I...can I come down to see you?"

"No conduces aquí. Te recogeré.

"Mem, you really don't have to-"

"Dije yo fue. Fin de la discusión."

He hung up the phone. They sighed. They grabbed their favorite blanket and a small comfort object and waited at the door. Every now and then, lightning and thunder reigned supreme. In those moments, it was the only thing they could hear. In those moments, Membrane couldn't come over fast enough.

But eventually, they heard their doorbell ring. He stood outside with a black umbrella. And he saw (Y/N), cloaked in the blanket, holding their favorite object. They were sniffling.

"Oh. Dios mío, (Y/N). ¿Llorabas mucho antes de que llegara?" They nodded their head—barely enough to tell it was a nod, but a nod nonetheless.

He wrapped them up in his arm and pressed them to his chest. He tried to hold the umbrella a bit more over them so the blanket wouldn't get wet.

They got into his car, (Y/N) getting the shotgun seat. They curled up in their blanket and buckled in, hugging the comfort object.

Membrane turned the keys, and the engine revved to life.

"Vamos a mi casa." He looked at (Y/N) and held their face for a moment. "Pronto..." he began, "llegaremos pronto."

The radio crackled to life. A slow love song. In Spanish. Amongst the rain and thunder, they could hear Membrane softly singing along.

"Quiero tenerte muy cerca

Mirarme en tus ojos

Verte junto a mi

Piensa que tal vez mañana

Yo ya estaré lejos

Muy lejos de aquí"

The two of them sat there listening to him mumble the lyrics under his breath, up until they got to his house. He got out the umbrella while (Y/N) waited for Miguel to get to them.

He sat down on a worn recliner and patted his lap.

"Toma asiento, conejito," he said.

They crawled up onto his wide lap. It was wide enough that they could face sideways. They leaned against his tummy as their head rested on his broad chest.

The sound of his heart beat calmed them. Immensely. They snuggled further into his chest.

"Jaja, ¿te gusta mi latido?" Miguel chuckled. Smiling, (Y/N) nodded. Or they nuzzled into his chest. One of the two.

"¿Quieres que cante por ti?"

"Mhmm." (Y/N) yawned.

"Cuál canción?"

They stayed silent for a minute, before speaking up. "The song on the radio. You were singing along to it."

"Si, ¿qué pasa con eso?

"Could you sing that for me? Please?" (Y/N) said.

Miguel smiled. "Claro, mi conejito."

He cleared his throat and began to sing.

"Bésame, bésame mucho

Como si fuera esta la noche

La última vez

Bésame, bésame mucho

Que tengo miedo a perderte

Perderte después"

His deep baritone voice was like butter. So smooth and velvety. (Y/N) yawned and snuggled closer to him.

"Bésame, bésame mucho

Como si fuera esta la noche

La última vez

Bésame, bésame mucho

Que tengo miedo a perderte

Perderte después"

With each word (Y/N) grew more and more safe. They were protected. And soon, they were asleep.

"Oh, (Y/N)," Miguel began, "no sabes cuánto te amo."

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