#mark grayson x reader

[gutterfuuck]

sandwiched between dick grayson and mark grayson. that’s it, that’s the post.

[red----son]

Patching up Mark after a battle

Mark had arrived at your window cut, bruised, and covered in a bit of blood and now he was in your bathroom sitting on your toilet while you patched him up.

"This might sting a little," you whisper. Mark hummed and you poured a slight bit of alcohol on his cut. The cut was located on his knee and wasn't deep.

"Sorry for bothering you this late, by the way," mumbled Mark. "It's fine. I must admit, I was a bit worried when I saw you outside my window, but at least you're in one piece." You put a band-aid on his knee and smiled at Mark. "I'm just glad you're okay."

You patch up Mark and close the first aid kit. Although you've always known he's invincible, it's the first time you've had to patch him up.

"Do you have of any those chips I like? " Mark asked. "I'm kinda hungry" "I think I have a few hidden in my room.  come on we can watch a movie or we can talk about what happened. I'll let you use my phone so you can call your parents" 

"do you think I can spend the night I don't wanna fly all the way home." Mark lies on your bed and shuts his eyes. " sure just call your parents" You throw your phone on your bed and it lands next to Mark. "I'll go find you some clothes so you dont have to sleep in your hero suit." 

Mark smiles at you "Thank you." 

Author note: soo..this was my first time writing for Mark...erm let's say I could have done better but I'm still proud of myself :DD hope you guys enjoyed

[angelltheninth]

NNN Day 4 with Mark Grayson

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, phone sex, dirty talk, teasing, sending pictures, mutual masturbation

A/N: Haven't seen s2 yet but plan to over the weekend.

"Why'd you send me that picture when I was in the middle of the sky?! Do you know what flying with a boner is like, huh babe? I was so embaressed!" Mark sounded so flustered and out of breath over the phone, and judging by him talking about a boner and the sounds you were hearing you could guess why. The same reason as you. Masturbation.

"It's your fault. You're the one who hasn't fucked me in over three days. A girl gets lonely you know. All I have for me are my fingers." You leaned your head back with a loud moan as you added a middle finger into your pussy, "I don't want my fingers Mark, I want your cock."

There was a loud crash from the other side of the phone, "I'm fine! Just... fuck! It's hard with... hold on... need to take this suit off me!" Thank god for his superspeed, "I really hope no one heard that." Mark was close already, not even the half-viltumite side of him could help him resist the temptation of jerk off with you, "I'll be home soon, then I can visit you, I can taste you again. God I miss your taste."

"Wanna feel you inside me again. Wanna feel you come. Can you do that? Can you come? For me, with me?" You let your back arch off the bed so your fingers could get in deeper, faster, knowing that he could pick up on it with his super-human hearing.

"Y-Yes, baby, inside of you, oh fu- I'll... breed you." That came out of nowhere, his low, dangerous tone, so demanding, so sexy that your body responded all on its own. "Did you-? Can I? Please, need it right now?" Part of you wanted to tell him no, to hold his cum until he was with you but that would have been too cruel, he already admitted to holding off for his entire patrol, plus the three days you've been apart. When he came you heard him throw his phone away, presumably not to destroy it, "Fuck, there's so much... oh my god, yes, ah, h-hold on."

You kept pumping your fingers in and out at a leisure pace until you heard your phone go off. It was Mark, sending you a picture. Now? Wonder what- "Oh my god. Mark! How much have you-?" He laughed awkwardly from the other side of the phone, he really needed to change his sheets now.

[xjulixred45x]

OKAY MY LAST INVINCIBLE POST BEFORE DEDICATING TO REQUESTS FOR THE REST OF THE MONTH DON'T KILL ME! THIS TIME IT'S FLUFF!

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Starfire!Reader

Imagine being an alien similar to DC's Starfire, you can follow the original line of the character (I follow more than anything the one from the comics or the 2003 series) where your planet was conquered by another race (thanks to your sister) Or you can go the more "family friendly" line, which is that you decided to explore the world outside your home planet but ended up in the hands of some kind of intergalactic trafficking network.

I imagine that if it is the first case, it is most likely that your race has been conquered by the Viltrumite themselves, which caused a MASSACRE to occur from which you and your sister were miraculously able to escape.

Regardless of what you choose, you ended up on Earth, although having gone through great traumatic events, so when you see this new world, with a strange species, you begin to attack by mere instinct (like what Starfire did in the first chapter of Teen Titans)

That's when Mark or rather INVINCIBLE appears.

He tries to fight you at first, get you away from the civilians, that is until he realizes how scared you are (especially if we're talking about the case of the Viltrumite invasion and you realize that Mark IS a Viltrumite). So he tries to change his strategy and try to calm you down as much as he can.

When he succeeds, he ends up taking you to the Globe's guardians to see what to do. I imagine that you are a little different than the original Starfire, you are more scared and defensive in this situation, at first you only trusted Mark.

For this reason, Cecil decides that you will stay in the Pentagon until they know what to do with you. Mark helps you learn the "normal" things of the Earth and show Cecil that you are not a threat.

(if you had to learn the human language by "lip contact" the whole team definitely makes fun of Mark a little for being in love now).

Imagine Mark and Eve bringing you clothes to try on!🥺Eve probably just created it out of nowhere, but she also brings clothes that her parents give her that she doesn't want and for some reason you like.

Mark offers to help you train! At first he tries to go easy on you, but when you almost knock him out with your laser beams, he learns his lesson.

He definitely takes you out to eat junk food! More when he realizes that the Pentagon's food doesn't help you much because of your big appetite. Mark was surprised at how much food you could eat but luckily Cecil pays for it (just don't tell him yet🤫)

Definitely one of Mark's favorite things about you, when you're over the trauma, is your innocent attitude, even after all, you're very bubbly and friendly. which is at least difficult to find in your line of work, so he wants to keep that part of yourself as much as possible.

Mark definitely took you to meet his mother, at first he was a little nervous that she wouldn't accept you after what happened with his father, but surprisingly Debbie took it very well.

Thanks to this you were able to learn more about the culture of the Earth, you constantly asked Debbie about the places she had seen, what they were like and their culture (even some anecdotes about Mark when he was a child), and with your bubbly and youthful attitude she did not It was difficult for Debbie to warm to you easily.

Apart from that it helped you fall in love with the Earth quite quickly, see its beauty for yourself, which encouraged you to be your own version of a hero.

When you want to become a heroine, Mark enters into an internal conflict. On the one hand, he KNOWS very well that you don't want someone to make decisions for you, he respects that, but on the other hand, he is TERRIFIED by the possibility that you will get hurt, captured, or lose COMPLETLY your being or worse, DIE.

It is probably thanks to this conversation that you two become a couple.

In general, at first Mark tries to do your first patrols with you to teach you the basics, then he lets you do whatever you want, and he is SO PROUD when you beat someone.

"THAT IS MY GIRL!" kind of proud.

He definitely really likes flying with you and just wandering, at least he feels like there you two have more privacy. Apart from that he likes how you look in your element. according to him.

If you talk about the first case of origin that I mentioned at the beginning and your sister comes back, Mark sees through ALL the red flags and will be the first to warn you about her, since he went through something similar with his family, you don't want to go through that.

If both fight together, POWER COUPLE. LITERAL. You have certain skills that Mark doesn't, so they complement each other very well.

If Mark gets hurt, you go into RAMPAGE MODE and honestly? Mark doesn't know if he should be scared or more in love. or excited.

If YOU get hurt GOD HELP US, MARK IS ANGRY---someone is going to have a bad time. And You a Lot of cuddles.

Overall, both of them are like two Golden Retrievers being happy together.

@clemberryfriends

Shares, reglogs, and comments are very welcome

[toshn]

cw: overstimulation, pussy-eating

i just know for a fact that mark eats pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. the first time he got a taste of you, he’s decided he never wants to leave the space between your thighs. like no matter how overstimulated you get, he’s not stopping.

even if you choke out “i-i can’t- please, it’s too much…” it only drives him to suck your clit even harder while he moans, further adding to the already overwhelming pleasure. he’d always tell you “just a second baby, i swear i’m almost finished.” knowing damn well with a stamina like his, he’s no where near done with you. and it would always result in poor you full-on crying, brain mushed and reduced to a sobbing mess because he’s been at it for what felt like hours.

as much as he loves seeing you getting dicked down, he also loves seeing you helpless— unable to wriggle out of his grasp with his vice-like grip on your hips and all you could do is lay there and take it. of course, he’d always praise you when he’s done—

“you did so good f’me, i think you deserve a reward. don’t you think?”

and when you think he’s finally finished, you feel something prodding against your sensitive cunt and next thing you know, you’re flipped on your stomach.

[moonlightplaylist]

MARK GRAYSON CRUSH & DATING HEADCANONS

CRUSH

when he first saw you in the hallway at school, you caught his eye

he was just talking to William and when you passed by him, all his attention on William shifted to you

he couldn’t help it, you were just so mesmerizing

he didn’t fall in love with you immediately since he didn’t really knew what you were like yet

when he did get the chance to though, thats when he was head over heels for you

the more he spends time with you, the more he realizes how his heart beats faster whenever you’re around

whenever you talk to him, he often stutters and mixes up his words

it’s embarrassing for him, but its cute

whenever you tease him, his face just turns red and he tries to tease you back

Mark would mention you a lot to his parents

the first time you came over to help him study, his mom, Debbie asked “Mark, isn’t this the person you often talk about at dinner?”

Mark just stood there, red as a tomato and immediately denied

DATING

eventually he asked you out and you said yes

ever since he got his powers and became Invincible, he would often come late to dates

he would always come up to you, panting while his hand was holding flowers for you or a small gift

he would remember little things about you and try his best to make sure the gift he gives you is something you would like

you heard him apologize a dozen times already about how late he was

of course, you had no idea at the time about his powers and everything so you just assumed he’s being rude on purpose

this led to many fights

you both were able to work it out each time though by communication

when Mark finally told you he’s Invincible after another argument about him being late, you stood there thinking he’s probably making another excuse

“You don’t believe me? Fine.”

Mark then proceeds to float up in the air, his feet were off the ground

that’s when it hit you and made you realize why he was late all of the time

he wasn’t lying, he IS Invincible

ever since that day, your relationship with Mark was stronger than ever

you often had to make excuses for him, but you didn’t really mind (it can get annoying after multiple times)

he would often call you petnames — babe, baby

he would definitely love to cuddle with you and sleep beside you

Mark loves to admire you and think about how lucky he is to have you

[arieswritez]

vincible

vincible | mark grayson x gn!reader (fluff)

alright since you all asked so kindly here's the fluff from my last hc 🫶🏾 :

cw: slightly suggestive but nothing nsfw. that's all :D

"why's it looking at me like that?"

the two of you are in bed and with his weight pinning you down, you find it hard to concentrate on what he means.

your head's all fuzzy with the way he's been drowning you in kisses. he kisses you like it might be his last chance to do so: sweet, languid until they melt into something more feral. the way his costume hugs his body doesn't exactly help your concentration, either.

your body's warm as it soaks up his body heat - he's like a fucking furnace - and it yearns. . no. . demands for his attention. you ignore him, making a soft, impatient sound that sounds more like a whine as you try to guide his lips back onto yours.

however, he keeps his head turned to your right, staring at a spot on your bed and says, "what're you lookin' at, huh?"

you pull back, confused, then follow his line of vision.

finally, you see what he sees: a stuffed animal perched against your pillow.

you watch as mark squints at the toy, then, tilts his head and scoffs in indignation as if it's just hurled an insult his way.

"what'd you say?" mark sits up and away from you, puffing out his chest.

the plushie stares at mark with big, black, empty eyes.

you stare up at mark, confused, as he carries on his one sided beef with your plushie.

"they cuddle you while im not here?"

mark crawls over to your plushie and grabs it by its soft neck, his fingers wrapping around the entirety. he pulls it close, putting his nose right up against the toy's. "you wanna say that again, tough guy? don't you know who i am?"

"mark, what're you doing -" you giggle, leaning back on your elbows to watch the ridiculous display before he shushes you.

"hey, you stay out of this. i'll deal with you later." he snaps before turning his attention back to the toy. "oh, you don't care? well, let's see if you care about this -"

mark suddenly shoves the toy into his face.

he flops down atop your bed, wildly flailing with one hand while the other mushes the plushie against his face. he's comically good at it, too, looking like he's being mauled by some feral cat.

he's only emboldened by your uncontrollable laughter: grunting with effort as he rolls over the stuffy and delivers a few blows. even making his own sound effects before he rolls onto his back, your toy gaining the upper hand once again.

this time, he sits the toy atop his face and flails like he's being suffocated. eventually, his body falls limp. the hand that isn't holding the toy upright falling limply at the side of your bed.

your plushie's fought dirty and won.

"i dunno, mark," you manage to say between hiccuping laughs, "you seem pretty vincible to me."

"very funny." comes his muffled voice from beneath the toy. he sits up, stuffy still in hand as he fixes you with an accusatory glare. "laugh. yeah, laugh, while your boyfriend's being mercilessly beaten."

he crawls closer and he thrusts the toy in your direction, waving it side to side by the back of the neck, holding it at arm's length like he's afraid it'll attack him. "i guess you want him now, don't you?"

you raise a brow. "don't misgender my plushies, grayson."

mark retracts the plushie and flips it upside down, looking at its bottom. "oh, right."

you let out a chortle of laughter and he's on you in seconds: pinning you down and smushing the plushie against your face, making kissy sounds while you breathlessly beg him to stop.

[txraos]

The grip this man has on me rn it's unbelievable...

[tamayakii]

Fathers Love

notes: honestly i went in so hard without a plan this kinda fell through so I'm so sorry if it sucked, i wrote this in like, an hour with no beta reader or breaks. Sorry homies, this is all u get until i get more inspo <3 tags: @inuyasha330 warnings: angst, daddy daughter angsty, the way i was tempted to make this emotionally incesty but i DIDNT- thank me for that. anyways, dives over the pier.

The atmosphere felt thick around you, sitting in an unfamiliar environment. Your only comfort was your older brother but even then he felt distant, you saw the stars of the galaxy and more; you saw things that amazed you. 

“So this is what I missed out on?” whispering to him, when you had gotten your powers he had offered you a trip through the stars but you had rejected it; terrified of the powers granted to you through your DNA. 

Days before the incident in Chicago, your father had forced you to get a superhero suit when he found out that you too were blessed with the viltrumite powers, promising that he too would train you as he did Mark but; that no matter what you were still his little girl. 

You were always his little girl, when you came into this world Nolan had shed the first tears he ever would shed; he was so fearsomely protective of you. Never letting you go out alone, finally seeing the purpose of the backpack leashes marketed towards parents, always always kept you close to him. Growing up he was your hero, he was your everything. 

Now the suit feels uncomfortably tight with the memory of his words when he saw it on you for the first time, “just like me” he said, back then it was a compliment but now it was your fear.

“Yeah.. it’s amazing. Isn’t it?” Mark replied in turn, looking at you. There’s a pause before he puts his hand on your shoulder, “it’s gonna be okay.” he answers, you want to believe him. You wanted to but your gut told you otherwise but you stifled it. “I hope so.” 

The rest of the flight passed by quickly, with sleeping and eating orange-coloured goo there wasn’t much else to do besides daydream. After a while; all the stars looked the same, passing you by like blurs. 

You wondered about where your father went, leaving Chicago a mess, beating your brother to near death- Leaving the world without a word to you or your mother. How many stars away was he? You were left no time to wonder before Nuolzot announced your arrival, waking your brother up. 

The skies were pink turning into blue, and purple buildings and large arches decorated the sandy planet. The spaceship hummed as it slowly landed, a horde of blue bug people awaited your arrival. 

Cautiously you followed Mark, so close that you were practically his shadow. While he stared in wonderment, you looked for the meteor showers that were supposedly destroying the planet, but there was no sign of them. Only clear skies, no orange fiery balls of death. You held onto Mark's forearm, your gut twisting as Nuolzot took you further from the ship. 

“Wait, what exactly about this planet needs saving? Where are the meteors?” Mark questions, you let out a small breath. So he noticed too, you stared at the alien from behind Mark. Face twisting when he answers, forgetting about his own planet's demise that he had cried out about in your backyard before finding your brother at college.

Mark stopped, “The ones that kill billions?” He questions slowly. Stepping in a way that covered you from Nuolzot, as if he was gonna attack as an answer to Mark. But only to leave you two in confusion about his answer, 

“The Monarch will explain all.” You begin to wonder who the Monarch was, what it was. Was there no one else to help this planet? Why come all this way when there must be nearby planets that could help? 

“Your Majesty!!” The alien calls out, pulling you out of your thoughts, “May I present, Invincible and His sibling, Of Earth!” You and Mark stammer before bowing, figuring it was the most respectful thing to do. 

“Hello, Kids.” Shock runs through you like a viper, making your heart drop and your limbs go numb. “It’s been a while.” Your bottom lip quivers and you look up- Dad. There he is, tears fill your lash line as you rack your head for answers, 

“Dad?” Marks voice sounds like the wind, moving farther away. Your brows further, shaking your head as you watch Mark approach him. Memories of childhood and happiness flood through you like a dam broken, the love for your father washes over you before something else hits you. Anger, Despair, Sadness. 

It was like looking the devil in the eye, the same one that had killed thousands. Your fists clench as you step back, lowering your head as you gaze at him through your eyelashes. Body quivering with the amount of power it takes to not scream at him, to hit him, to ask him why he ruined everything. 

And Mark hugs him. He fucking hugs him. It’s like a knife in your heart, biting your lip so hard you taste the iron in your blood. The longer their embrace goes, the longer your heart squeezes. Emotions wrap around you like an old friend amidst the eye of a hurricane, words become distant as you remember all of the pain he put you through, put your mother. Your brother. 

You’re brought back to reality when Marks hand touches your shoulder, Nolans eyes catching yours making you flinch from his gaze. “Guess they don’t know you like we do… Fuck you.” Thats the last word your brother says before he takes off, for a few seconds you look back at him. The man that is your father, he goes to reach out; mouth opening and you take off just like Mark. Catching up to him, tears being blown away by the harsh oncoming wind.

But despite all that, he catches up to you; “you’ll never make it home on your own!” You speed up, leaving Mark and Nolan behind. You wanted your silence to hurt him, to cut him deeper than he cut you but it wasn’t possible because he made a hole in your heart. 

Mark catches back up to you and Nolan follows again, bargaining with Mark. Promising a ship back home, that Nuolzot wasn’t lying. That they do need help. You let out a yell of frustration; can’t they leave you alone? If you had to fly back to earth on your own you will.

You keep flying, even when Mark doesn’t follow anymore. You keep going until you feel your body adjust to the lack of oxygen, till your tears float in the endless void of space.

“Wait! Wait up!” You stop at your brother's voice, lips quivering. “Please. Wait.”

“Look.. just five minutes-” He bargains “What?! No! Absolutely not! I- No! Are you insane?!” You push him away, but he floats back, angering you more. He grabs your forearms, 

“Just five minutes is all. Is there is actual trouble; then we’ll help them out. If not, we can leave. It’s just five minutes.” Mark explains, his dark eyes are wide and begging. 

“..fine. But i’m not saying anything to him.” Mark nodded, before pressing his forehead against yours. “That’s okay,” he answers gently before flying with you beside him. 

“Five minutes.” Mark orders, Nolan looks at you but you don’t look at him,

 “don’t you wanna say anything to me?” Nolan asks- arms out in defeat. He expected this, expected hatred, expected yelling or anything. Anything but silence. He hated silence. Especially from his little girl, that hurt him the most.  Both you and Mark flew down to the civilization in response, following Nolan through the building. Mark and him made small talk- more like argued. 

You spaced out, trying to bide back the pain that holds you tight, you look up to see another bug alien approach your father and kiss him. Your mouth flies open; Words are exchanged but they’re tuned out. 

Seconds feel like hours, Nolan walks to a crib and realisation hits you hard. You feel sick, he made a new family. You’ve been replaced. You’re not his little girl anymore, you were nothing to him. Bile rises through your throat, 

“I’m gonna be sick” You shout, turning and sprinting out the door to barf into a potted plant, Mark storms out afterwards and Nolan goes chasing, his bug mate as well. “Oh dear- are you okay?” She asks, holding the baby in one arm and the other rubbing your back. You feel bad, normally you would be thankful for any pity when you barf but now her touch makes you wanna scream. Shrugging her off, you sneer at her before storming off as well. 

You see your father and brother, rage making you see red. “What I did on Earth was..” Your fist connects with Nolans jaw as he speaks but it only makes him stumble a bit. 

“Fuck you! Just fuck you!! You get to come to earth and make a family- make us love you as if you loved us and then you fuck off to make a new one!?” You cry out, your voice breaking from the strain on your vocal cords. Nolan rubs his jaw, his eyes hold anything but anger, but youre blind to it. 

“Please... It’s not what you think.” He pleads, holding his hands out. You slap them away and push him, 

“You put me into this fucked up world! You promised me you’d never leave me and look what you did! You left me! You almost killed Mark! Mom cries every night and i don’t know what to do with myself!” You hit his chest, “you said i was your little girl but you left and made a new family like we were nothing! Well fuck you!” You hit his chest over and over again, to no avail. 

“Please. Listen.” He grabs your wrists, “You have to listen. You and your brother need to help these people; if not, viltrumite will kill them. They already know i left my post.” Tears roll down your cheeks,  and you lean your head back and thrust into his nose. 

“Post!? We were just some fucking post to you!? Why do you care about them? Why not us? What about me!?” Headbutting him made no difference, you struggle in his grip. The sight of his babygirl crying broke him; he was supposed to protect you and all he did was hurt you.

“Look i.. I needed you and your brothers' help. They’re good people. We need to save them” 

“What about me dad? What about me? Where were you when i needed saving?” your words fall more gently, and you press your forehead on his chest. You wanted to be his little girl again; giggling in his arms as he swung you around.

“I promise, we can talk about all of this soon. But you have to help me save these people.” 

And like the little girl who did anything for her daddy's approval, you caved. You hung onto that promise, not realizing that he wouldn’t be able to keep it but for now, it comforted you, warm like your father's love.

[gutterfuuck]

since i am currently having to basically rewrite the other half of my “my boy” fic ft sinister mark, i have decided to also preview it! there is no smut in this preview, however that does not take away my warnings!

as always mdni, tags are below to conceal them! if you are not comfortable with dark content, please do not read! block if uncomfortable!

“” mark grayson, invincible.

you had known him for as long as you could remember, he definitely wasn't like the other kids your age. as much as you watched him, you never dared approach him until he approached you.

"i wanna play with that now" he'd said to you, pointing to the plush omni-man doll you had been running around with, imagining that he was flying. you wanted to yell no, stick out your tongue and run away from the other child, that was your toy. you had bought it from home. if it had been anyone else, you would've freaked out. you offered your doll up to him, he took it. "thank you!" mark beamed, dropping to his knees in the sandbox right next to you, you had expected him to run away with it.

he was sweet, gentle. careful with the way he dragged your plush through the sandcastles you had made previously for this reason, to knock down the sand-baddies that you both imagined. your omni-man was returned to you, albeit a little sandy. at least he hadn't been taken and thrown into the mud, or a puddle, like he had been before by some older kids. y/n and mark became inseparable, as thick as thieves.

-

mark grayson developed his powers early on. mark grayson took over the world with his father. mark grayson had known you for as long as he could remember, at least, he thought he did. you were always nervous to talk to him, he thought that you were scared of him.

he held no compassion for humans, indiscriminate with his destruction. he didn't care, he'd level a city before he was told 'no. he hated humans, plural. not his human, singular. you were different. he hated it, truly. you were nothing but a passing thought in the grand scheme of things, a pet, just like how his mother had been for his father. that's what mark told himself, made himself believe. mark was feared, a force to be reckoned with... and you were his wite, his sweet, innocent, weak, soft little wife. he kept you, housed you, clothed you.

but he was almost never home.

you chose to ignore the state of your planet, chose to be blind to his brutality. you told yourself that this was to ensure your survival, eventually you'd leave and make your escape. yeah right, eventually. the truth was, you loved him. you really did love him, truly. how couldn't you? his face was gorgeous, his eyes perfect pools of dark murky brown. when he was home, you'd sometimes secretly stay awake to observe how peaceful he looked; chest rising and falling, breathing quiet with his eyelids closed. you could only look at him, you craved to touch his face, you refused to be confronted by him asking why you were wide awake when you should have been asleep.

a black and yellow blur wizzed straight past you, almost knocking you to your feet in the kitchen. he was home. you steadied yourself, your attention snapping back to the omelette you were in the process of making. he must've been angry, he had gone straight past you without a single word from his lips. he dashed his suit at your feet, it made a splatting noise against the white tiled floor and left a red splatter on the snowy white kitchen floor. tainted.

"wash it." “”

[saint-siren]

Sugar

summary: cooking for someone is the sweetest expression of love.

pairing: mark grayson x gn!reader

content warnings: soft yan!reader, poisoning, gaslighting, caretaking, fluffy if you ignore that reader is a lil crazy

author’s note: I never posted this here but in honor of s2 of invincible, here’s this fic I wrote after s1 😵‍💫 my first mark fic

Mark remembered his mom making pancakes on the weekends. It was his favorite breakfast when he was a kid. There was less time for sit down breakfasts as he grew older and spent more time outside the house working, going to school or hanging out with William, it remained a nostalgic thing for him. The smell of butter, the sizzle of the batter hitting the hot pan, he hadn’t realized he missed it.

Not until he woke up to the clattering of pans downstairs. Debbie was out for the day already, busying herself with work. As of late, the house had become stifling and she felt ill at ease. Mark was mostly left to his own devices for food and Mark being Mark, mostly subsisted on take out.

You had slept over (in the guest room, per Debbie’s request) and woken up early to make breakfast. Into the dry ingredients, you added a vial of powder as white as flour. You sprinkled it all in, hand inside the bowl, careful not to let it spill anywhere. You mixed carefully. With a focus as complete as ever, batter dropped onto the pan, sizzling. 

“Making breakfast?” His voice almost made you jump. You thought you were used to him sneaking up on you.

“Good morning to you too, Mark” You smiled to yourself, not looking up at him. “And yes, I’m making you pancakes.”

You didn’t look up but you could tell he was surprised by the pause and the awkward shift of his silhouette.

“I didn't…I know I only eat out these days but I don’t need you to cook for me, I feel kind of like an asshole watching you cook for me in my own house” He mumbled, looking away.

“I know I don’t need to, I want to. I’d feel better if you didn’t eat pizza everyday for breakfast.” 

“It’s not everyday, just…most of the time” He was embarrassed you’d noticed. “Are you not gonna have some?” He changed the topic. 

“I had four bowls of captain crunch at 5am, I’m not exactly sure more sugar is a good idea for me right now.”

You flipped the pancakes onto a plate, sliced a pat of butter onto the top and poured the syrup. Mark, even in his quest to be somewhat gentlemanly, could not resist. The first bite of the buttery pancakes drenched in the syrup evoked strong feelings. Longing, gratitude and love. The yearning for an innocence abandoned and the feeling of being loved was so strong he could cry.

Mark, like most teenage boys, could eat. You silently kept cooking pancakes and he kept eating them. It was a lovely morning, the air was sweet and the sky was a vibrant blue. You spent the day in Mark’s room, in pajamas, tracing shapes over his skin with your fingertips as you watched a marathon of movies he liked. He eagerly explained every gag and bit of trivia. But as the sky began to darken with the day’s end, Mark’s energy declined.

He was sluggish and he felt a bit warm. When he insisted he was alright, you still stayed by his side. A comfort he was secretly grateful for. Even when Debbie came home, fatigued, you kindly asserted that you would stay up with Mark and watch over him. It was only right, Debbie already had enough to deal with and she fussed over Mark until the early hours. If there was anyone she could trust Mark to, it would be you, just while she got some sleep at least.

You wiped the sweat from Mark’s brow with a gentle hand. You brought him water and aspirin, you rubbed his tender muscles, you changed his sheets soaked by sweat. Mark felt like shit but knowing you were there, unperturbed by his frequent vomiting, was a comfort beyond words. You even slept in the same bed as him now, holding his hand, rubbing over it with your fingers. He felt like a kid again, cared for and safe.

Even though after more than a week, Debbie wanted to bring him to the hospital, you waved away her concerns. “Part of this might be coming from Mark’s emotional state after what happened, maybe we have grief to blame for this, in part. Mark doesn’t need a hospital, his symptoms aren’t worse than the stomach flu, he just needs to be cared for” you had said, so convincingly, so knowingly, that it made her hesitate. You only had his best interests at heart. Mark even spoke up and said he didn’t need to go to the hospital. He had been in the hospital so often, he was sick of it. Even the memory of the strong antiseptic smell brought a sense of dread. He would rather be with you, at home being touched by your familiar, healing, hands.

He loved you so much, and told you as much very often. When you were showering with him, washing him because he was too winded; your wet, warm skin carefully cleaning his, he murmured ‘I love you.’ He was vulnerable, tender, worn and tired but he was certain of one thing. He couldn’t live without your warmth. Everyone else counted on him, they needed something from him and if he failed to deliver he’d be letting them down. It’d be another fuck up to add to the roster and yet another time someone he loved would look at him like a loser. But with you, he felt the closest thing to unconditional love he had ever experienced from anyone besides his mom. You didn’t care who he decided to help or what he messed up, you would always accept him. Even if you weren’t always pleased with what he did, you never judged him harshly for his mistakes. For his wins or his fails, you loved him. Mark thought it was way more than he deserved and part of him really did regret his actions more in the face of your forgiveness. He did feel like such an asshole when he found comfort in your acceptance, when you consoled him as if he really deserved it. But fuck if he didn’t need it.

He obviously couldn’t rush off saving people like he had, so he stayed safely inside. His world was small and manageable. His body was whole, if aching and feverish. That was what you intended. For Mark to be safe. He was always putting himself in danger like it didn’t matter, running off to save the world like no one else. Sometimes he would come back intact and sometimes he wouldn’t. Sometimes he was a hair’s breadth away from death. But Mark didn’t want to stay put, you weren’t strong enough to protect him directly and you couldn’t order him to. What were you to do?

A bit of poison wouldn’t do him in, in fact, you were certain it wouldn’t even keep him down very long. But buying even this amount of time was a blessing. You wanted to keep him safe, keep him inside forever if that’s what it took but that wouldn’t work. For now, you were just buying a little time and some peace of mind. You tell yourself you were driven to this.

A few days later, Mark’s strength had recovered somewhat. You fed him soup and he kept all of it down. He was relieved to be recovering even though he would miss being babied by you and Debbie’s worries eased meaning you were safe from her suspicion. He went back to school, back to saving the world eventually. You waited until enough time passed. Until you could return things to how they should be.

The moment came six months later, the previous night you two had been out with William and Eve. He’d rushed off to the city with Eve while you were in the middle of eating at some greasy pizza joint. Your heart fluttered as you gazed at the empty space next to you in the booth. At least Eve was with him, though it was a poor consolation. They were fighting the same aliens they were overwhelmed by a few weeks ago. He came home in one piece, thankfully, but he had been fighting so much lately. Cecil asked so much of him, he’d been flying off to this and that attack. He was bound to be hurt again soon, even just that month there had been threats he’d barely escaped from. It was your misfortune to fall in love with a hero, it meant that he would never really be safe and neither would you.

You called Mark to sleep over at yours when he came back that night. Your mother worked late or sometimes, simply didn’t want to come home so the house was yours. The two of you watched mafia movies, argued about whether the godfather was overrated or not and ate an ungodly amount of popcorn. The following morning, you cooked a big breakfast, muffins, bacon, omelets. Pancakes. 

He ate so hungrily it hurt your heart. He truly did love your cooking. Even though Debbie had gradually started making dinner for him again months ago, he had really missed your cooking. It wasn’t that her’s wasn't delicious, it was just…there was something that made him warm inside about the idea that you should make something for him. That you thought about him, cared about him enough. That much effort wasn’t necessarily a given in a high school relationship. It was new and nice to be with someone who showed their love for him so frankly.

You watched him eat with such a sweet look on your face. You ate with him, an omelette and bacon, for the sake of appearance. Planned out in anticipation of Mark’s tastes and in the interest of keeping suspicion to a minimum, you added your remedy to both the muffins and the pancakes. The muffins had less of it, as you knew Mark would be likely to eat more pancakes than muffins but if he chose to forgo that for the opposite, he would still be made ill. You even had plans for the unlikely event that he chose to eat neither. But Mark wasn’t rude enough to pass up food made for him by someone he loves.

Shortly after breakfast, Mark was in the bathroom vomiting. It seemed far more likely that the pizza joint with the sticky seats and chain smoking cooks gave him food poisoning than anything having been wrong with your food. In his head, it didn’t even occur to him. When you helped him into bed, he felt grateful that he was with you. It was such a relief not to say that he was fine, not to have to be brave. Nobody cared for him as gently as you did. 

Your sheets and your pillows smelled like you. Mark felt weird smelling your things but it was nice to be surrounded by comfort. You washed him in your soap so he smelled like you too. He couldn’t have wanted you more in that moment, he wanted your skin against yours. He wanted your voice, the brush of your fingertips against his. When he was well, he wanted to be someone you would be proud to be with. To be that hero you deserve. When he was this sick, he still had that desire lingering somewhere in the background but he melted down into the barest of wants. And what remained was a need for you, an uncomplicated desire. He felt as if he’d dissolve into your mattress if he couldn’t feel you.

“I’m right here, Mark” You murmured, cleaning the sweat from his chest with a cloth. You have such gentle hands, your eyes stay on his to make sure you’re not hurting him. Under your loving attention, a few tears roll down Mark’s cheek. He can’t help it, you’re always there for him. Without you, who does he have to lean on like this? His mom was already a wreck, Eve had her own problems, William had no idea how to deal with something as big as what he went through — he doesn’t even know how to deal with it. He cannot live without you, who doesn’t understand what he went through but understands what he needs better than anyone.

“What’s the matter? Does something hurt?” You asked, panicked at his tears. Mark didn’t cry easily, you hadn’t meant to put him in so much pain he’d cry. You had added just enough, you always operated on that balance. Just enough pain, just enough sickness, just enough time.

“No, it’s just-” Mark’s voice was raw. “I’m glad I’m with you, that’s all.”

You softened. Hearing him say that made you melt into a puddle of sticky sweet syrup. It only strengthened your resolve and you were overcome with the need to keep him safe. And with the knowledge that if something happened to him, you would die. When the savage, gruesome fight happened, your stomach was in knots for days while you heard no news. Your heart squeezed painfully as if you were going to have a heart attack and it went on for days. When you slept to escape the constant anxiety, you had nightmares. You didn’t even go to school, you couldn’t get out of bed for anything other than checking whether or not he’d come home. For weeks you lived in hell, thinking you would lose him. And although he was alright that time, a piece of that moment lived in you every time he flew off toward danger. 

“I love you so much, Mark” You bowed your head and rested it against his chest, hearing his strong heart beating. You pressed a kiss there, along the contours of his chest, right over his heart.

“I love you too” He mumbled weakly. There couldn’t be anything sweeter than you.

Your love was falling over him like powdered sugar. These moments, without knowing it, he had come to need them. Being sick was the only time he was allowed to fully be human. No one needed or expected anything of him. Under your care, he could be briefly vulnerable. 

That was all you needed to ease that inkling of guilt that rose in the back of your mind. Who was protecting him like he protected everyone else? No one but you. It was why you had to resort to using underhanded methods, if everyone was trying to protect him, if they only cared — you wouldn’t need to. That was what you reasoned, anyway.

Mark needed you, anyone with eyes could see that. And you had no intention of abandoning him. Whatever you had to do, in your eyes it was all the desperation of a powerless human trying to save the man they love. It was romantic, even. You anticipated the moment where Mark might put two and two together. It made you anxious and you had practiced the speech you’d give him a thousand times. “I love you and I’m scared. I’m so scared for you. I always am." But you soothed yourself with the knowledge that Mark would understand, above anyone else, you’d earned the benefit of the doubt.

Because Mark knew what he needed, even if it was something he couldn’t have expressed on his own. Even if it was something that he shouldn’t. He was only human — even if he was half viltrumite — could he really deny your feelings and his own? No. Not when you were his saving grace. How could he not understand what you were trying to do when his sentiments were nearly the same?

You were watching Mark sleep, laying next to him, his arm around you. His skin was warm and his breaths were labored. You reassured yourself as you pulled the blanket up to his chest. You would take good care of him, he knew that. He had to, he had to know. He just had to.

[nobitchs-world]

Me after realizing I have to wait for new chapters of my fav fic

[ambcass]

Hi! I was wondering if I can request mark grayson dating a fem!reader who’s like raven from dc? Like powers and all that also maybe can she have a soft spot for kids and mark? (May it please be hc’s? Please and thank you🫶🫶🫶)

okay!! i made these lowk gn reader but there's some parts that show reader is fem.

🍂 ᴍᴇᴛ ʜᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋ. ʜɪꜱ ᴠɪʙᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ…ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ.

🍂 ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ! ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴋɪᴅꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅɪᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴋɪᴅꜱ.

🍂 ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ.

"ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴏɴɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴀꜱᴛʀᴀʟ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ… ᴇᴛᴄ." ʜᴇ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ.

"ʏᴇꜱ, ʏᴇꜱ, ʏᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ?" ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴊᴀᴡ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ.

🍂 ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏʟ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ>> ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙᴜꜱʏ. ᴍᴀʀᴋ'ꜱ ʙᴜꜱʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ʏ'ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜꜱʏ? ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ!! ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʙᴜʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱɴᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ. ᴘʟᴜꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ꜱɪᴅᴇ.

🍂 ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴀꜱᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʀᴀᴄᴇ? ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ. ꜰʟʏ ʀᴀᴄᴇ? ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴀᴅ, ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ, ꜰʀᴏᴡɴʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ.

🍂 ᴅᴀʀᴇ ɪ ꜱᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ? ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ? ʜᴇʟʟ ɴᴏ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴅᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ (ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ.)

🍂 ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛ, ᴍᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ. ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛꜰɪᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴏɴ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴜʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪꜱ ɢɪʀʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ.

[toshn]

MARK GRAYSON: “YOUR HANDS ARE COLD—“

— contents: in which mark holds your hand for the first time. — from the author: first mark drabble,, eat up my underfed deprived of invincible content bbys!! more coming soon!!

“this was a bad idea. there’s too many people.”

you looked at the bustling crowd, many of whom were at stalls opting to buy something, some were eating to their heart’s content, and a few of them were children, running around here and there. it was a lively sight. however, you didn’t see it as a romantic place for a first date.

“i’m sorry, we should’ve gone somewhere else.” you looked at mark with a small apologetic grin. “come on, let’s look for some place quieter.”

“no no! it’s okay, i like it here! it.. you know, feels alive.”

“we won’t even be able to hear each other with all the noise! and what if i, or you, get lost?”

mark leaped forward, marching his way into the busy crowd, “we’ll be fine, trust me.” he turned back with a smile adorning his lips.

your concerns turned into a reality when after a few steps into entering the never-ending sea of people, you realised you’ve lost sight of mark. you craned your head in all directions in search of him as you opened your mouth to shout his name, but before you could, you felt a hand grip yours tightly. it was mark. his fingers wrapped around yours and your palm was against his. you felt your cheeks warming up.

“hey, i’m right here.”

“i can see that.”

“your hands are cold, are you alright?” he said, his face painted with worry.

“i’m ok. i have someone who can warm them up.” you cheekily replied, tucking your other hand in your coat.

mark smiled as he led you through the crowd, all you could do was follow him and stare, or rather, admire his back. mark abruptly stopped in his tracks, resulting in a pause with your daydreaming. you turned your head to the side to see what mark was looking at. it was a crochet stall, the very stall you’ve been hoping to go to at the fall market. there were bees, flowers, cows, mushrooms, all sorts of cute stuff. you hurriedly went to the stall and grabbed the first cute item you could get your hands on.

while you were looking around the stall in glee like a child on a christmas night, the buzzing feeling returned and a warm hand caressed yours. you turned your head to face mark, who was staring at a duck wearing a strawberry he held in his other hand, his hair shining a color from the distant setting sun and a small smile on his lips that you couldn’t miss. he looked incredible.

trying to not let your nerves get the best of you, you picked up a crochet sweater with your other hand and offered it to mark.

“i think this would look good on you."

@ toshn , pls do not steal or ur cheeks will!! be clapped.

[moonlightplaylist]

ᡣ𐭩 A DATE WITH MARK GRAYSON ᡣ𐭩

contains a small spoiler from season two of Invincible

you and Mark have been in a relationship for many months already

you two went through a lot together, especially since how he’s literally a superhero

despite that though, you both were able to overcome the challenges and became stronger than before

later that day, he asks you to get some coffee together. his treat

you immediately said yes since you haven’t see him in a while, he just came back from space and all you want to do is just know what happened out there

when you arrived at the place, he was sitting there at a table

when he noticed you coming in, he immediately turned his back and started waving at you with a small smile on his face

he seemed okay, thank gosh

you went over to him and sat down across from him, he seemed relieved to finally see you

“Mark! I’m glad you got back safely. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, not being able to text you in space made me just want to fly to Earth to see you.” He said and chuckled a bit.

Mark always had a soft spot for you

whenever you tell him you think that you two aren’t spending enough time together, he always tries to cancel his mission so he can stay with you unless it was something he actually needs to do

he told you everything that happened — omni man, new half-brother, sequids everywhere, etc

listening to it just made you realize how much Mark has been through

“I really need a break from space and everything that happened, right now I just want to spend time with you.” He said and then placed his hand on top of yours.

you could feel your heart flutter a bit

even though he’s busy a lot, he always tries his best to spend quality time with you

isn’t that so sweet? trying to make time for you despite having a busy schedule

“Yeah, just know that I’m here for you okay?” You responded, trying to comfort him. A smile forms on his face and he looks into your eyes.

“Thank you. I really needed to hear that. I love you, so much.”

[xjulixred45x]

I just watched the first episode of the second season of Invincible and OH MY GOD, can you imagine how terrifying it would be to have Mark from the other Dimension as a Yandere (whether romantic or platonic)??? I mean, he literally left PARALYZED Eve so he wouldn't have to kill her and on top of that support her so he could visit her!

Can you especially imagine a Darling without powers or abilities? The poor creature would have been TERRIFIED of Mark, probably at first, before he came back like that, they were dating and everything, but as soon as Mark saw things "right" everything turned upside down. Darling would be running away from him constantly but Mark sees it as a kind of GAME.

What if Darling tries to go with the resistance? Mark will think she was kidnapped and will go on a KILLING spree until he finds her, he always tries to maintain that "calm boyfriend" image and keep his voice soft around Darling, but it's hard to believe him or stay calm when he's COVERED IN BLOOD NOT HIS OWN.

Nolan just watches as a spectator, tries to encourage Mark to be tougher on Darling or be some kind of "mediator" but really only supports Mark in everything he decides for Darling's life. And he's like "aw, Young love".

Although I don't think he will paralyze her if she continues to run, he just believes she was kidnapped or manipulated, Darling can't leave him after everything they've been through, right? She understands things as they are, that's what she said, of course, it was before HE had to invade the earth and with half-truths, but it counts for something, right?...right?? It's okay, eventually you'll see things right.