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Ready player 2

Gamer Shiesty!Mark x Reader

Part 1

Inspired by @clairewritesfanfics version of Shiesty, I didn't know i needed gamer Shiesty until now.

If Mark were to go back in time and told his past self, that he would one day. Buy Animal crossing, Stardew Valley and even the Sims. He would have promptly laugh in his face and tell him to fuck off

And really, Mark couldn't blame him. Because after all he hadn't meet you yet.

When the two of you started dating he didn't expect it to last long.

At best, he thought it would last for a week or two. Before ultimately the two of you would part ways due to respective differences.

But that never happen.

Instead he was surprise when not only did you made an effort to know the things he liked. But you remembered them too.

He mentioned offhandedly about an anime character he liked and you got him a keychain of said character.

Before he knew it, the two of you started talking about all his favorite series, games. Heck, he even showed you the cosplays he made and the figurines he collected.

For the first time in his life, Mark felt like could just be himself around someone. Not Invincible the masked hero or Mark the resident bad boy who gets in trouble with the cops.

Just Mark Grayson who likes to read Seance dog and learned how to sew so he can cosplay his favorite character.

So when he accidentally insult you, he knew he fucked up

You had invite him over to your place, its the first time his been inside your house. And Mark was trying his best to hid how nervous he actually was

He lowkey regrets not doing any romance routes in his games. Maybe it would better prepare him for these stage

Maybe you picked up on his nerves because low and behold you set up a game console for the two of you.

How did he get so lucky?

He toke his respective seat ready to play the game you set up. Mark already decided he would go easy on you on the first round

When the game boot up and the title screen appeared. It toke a minute for Mark to register the name. Mario Kart

"What's so funny?" You ask carrying a bowl of popcorn catching the tail end of Mark's snicker.

"I'm sorry Babe, its just-" Mark bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing again as he reach for the popcorn bowl "I think you bought the wrong game"

You stilled for a moment processing what he said "What do you mean?"

"Its a racing game, you nailed that part sweetheart but it's for kids"

You didn't say anything

"It's okay" He paused to munch on the popcorn "We've all been deceived by good cover art "

You watch Mark pop more popcorn in his mouth

"We can exchange it for a real game so you didn't waste your money, or if you like I'll find a way to get your money back babe"

".. Mark" You spoke softly drawing his attention immediately "I didn't buy these game for you"

He blinked "What?"

"I owned these game for a while now, i played a version of it when i was a kid. And when i saw they're releasing a new version, i got it for myself"

Oh "Oh" Mark looked between you and the tv screen

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"I don't understand, how can you like these?" Mark ask waving his hand towards the screen like it has personal offended him "I understand liking it as a kid but how can you still like it now, is it the nostalgia?"

You toke in a deep breath before responding "I had fun playing it by myself and with friends. You like racing games so i thought we could have fun playing it together"

Mark remembers when he introduced you to one of his favourite anime, you haven't watched the show before and despite it not being in your genre. You watched it with him and listen to him gush about it.

And here he was interrogating you on why you like Mario Kart when you set it up as a cute co-op gaming date with your boyfriend.

"Its fine" You sigh snapping Mark back into the present "We can just watch a movie or something"

Before you can take away the controllers Mark stopped you "Y/n- baby wait" grasping your hand Mark inhaled looking up at you with his sad puppy dog eyes "I'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that too you. I meant not like these game but i shouldn't be an ass about you liking it"

Your expression soften as you hear out Mark's apology, due you didn't respond right away. Letting him sweat for a moment before ultimately bringing him into a hug "Apology accepted". Mark sighed sagging in relief as he returned the hug tenfold, nuzzling his face into your neck before separating.

"Do you still want to play?" Mark asked holding up the controller

"Mark we don't need to play Mario Kart if you don't like it" You replied not wanting Mark to feel pressured into playing it with you

"I know but you like it. And if it's something you enjoy playing then I'm happy to play it with you" Mark replied blushing at how sappy he sounds, but it was no less true.

And that was how Mark mange to salvage the date, only to lose the battle that was Mario Kart.

It seemed simple enough, cross the finish line. Something Mark is familiar with

What Mark didn't account for was how brutal you were with the turtle shell

Mark can figure out the best route of the race course but it was the power ups that got to him

He wasn't familer with them and even when you explained what each were he was still getting use to them

Meanwhile you were incredible experience in the game and it shows

Mark used the squid to ink up your side of the screen, limiting your vision in hopes of catching up

But you were still able to navigate through the course from the small clean gap the power up didn't cover

Which Mark is impressed by and finds attractive as hell

"I can't believe i lost" Mark stares in disbelief at the screen as you cross the finish like first

"Well that's not true you came in second place, that's a good first try" You point out patting him on the back

"Yeah but I'm usually come first" He muttered with a pout "I swear I'm usually good at these"

"Hmm i don't know" You hummed thoughtfully "Sounds like an excuse to cover up your skill issue"

"You did not just say that" Mark gasp

"Oh but i did, what are you gonna do about it Bowser?" You smirked raising your controller

"Oh now it's on!" Mark grinned in return starting round 2

Mark ended up winning that round and both of you ended up having a competition too see who can get the much wins

Mark knew some of the characters, like Peach, Mario and Luigi. But he was surprise there was more then one Mario and Luigi who apparently called Wario and Waluigi

You start to explain the characters history as the two of you played, even going into the other Mario games.

"I'm not sure if they kept these in the new release but in the original Mario and the thousand year door. The robot who was Princess Peach jailer fell in love with her when he watch her take a shower"

".. What?"

"And in another section she had to take off her clothes when she turned invisible to sneak around the castle she's in"

"What!?"

"Yeah it happened"

"Why- wait no go back, rewind. Tell me more about what happened with these perv robot"

By the end of the night not only did Mark have fun playing Mario Kart but he also takes back the Mario franchise being a game only for kids

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idk why 'cause he silly one :pp

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I thought this audio sounded kinda like him, hi S3 spoilers kinda blegghhhhh

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These fanart is fire! The anon who made these should feel proud 🤩🔥

VCS fanart by anon (spoiler for chapter 6)

They were waiting for Mark to snap WAHAHAHA

Oh-ho, and looks like I was right, Mark is pretty even when committing a crime.

Thank you, anon!

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Fat fat FAT.

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These two don’t get along at asaaaaaaalllllll

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I wanted to try my hand in drawing the varients >//<

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I’m A Reporter, Mark.

Pairing: Mark Grayson x reader

Word count: like 600ish

Synopsis: You’re Mark’s super hot best friend and reporter. The question he wants to ask you is if he’s ever going to get out of the friend zone.

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), AFAB reader, super fluffy (does that even count as a warning?), Mark’s easily flustered and reader probably likes that, super unedited LOL

a/n: hey guys, the longer invincible fic is taking me so much more time to write than i originally predicted. with new commitments popping up, now except it to be released sometime next week. as an apology, here’s a drabble i cooked up in the car.

Blah blah blah proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

“Are you even listening to me?”

Mark clears his throat. He hopes that you don’t notice the blush that’s started to bloom across his face. “Oh, yeah totally.”

You roll your eyes. “Ok anyways, what I was saying is that I’m about to get a really big break in this Invincible story.”

“Really?” Mark asks, biting back his smile as he continues to watch you put on your makeup.

“Yes! I ran up to him after he stopped a bank robbery and asked him if I could set up a time to interview him.”

“Huh. I heard he usually hates media and news reporters. He must have a soft spot for you,” Mark teases.

“Oh shut up,” you roll your eyes. “He’s probably just being nice.”

Truth be told, Mark’s liked you more than friend for a long time. When the two of you were younger, your days were spent chasing his bullies around the schoolyard and shoving their heads into woodchips while rattling off a billion questions about why they would go after him of all people. By the time middle school rolled around, you had been around his family long enough to the point where you could walk into the Grayson house unannounced and nobody would bat at eye–not even his suspiciously awkward dad.

Then when high school came, it became blatantly obvious to everyone–except you–that Mark was head over heels for his “best friend.” Even his mom would badger him about when he’d finally ask you out. And every time Debbie did, Mark would stammer out some excuse about how you were “just friends.” And every time, Debbie would shake her head and smile. She knew her son was in love with you, and she was more than ok with that reality.

So now, you’re both twenty three years old and he’s in your apartment watching you get ready for an interview with Invincible. A part of him wants to tell you that the masked hero is actually him. However, the more logical part of him knows that telling you the truth puts you in grave danger with every single one of his enemies within and beyond the city’s radius.

“Do you think I look hot enough?”

Mark almost scoffs when you stand up from your vanity chair and smooth down pants.

“Hot enough?” Mark wanted to gripe. “Baby, you look divine.”

“You always look good,” Mark answers with a shrug of his shoulders.

You flash him that golden smile and grab your bag stuffed to the brim with all your “super important and imperative files,” as you always put it. You sling an arm through his and smush the side of your face against his bicep.

“I’m so lucky to have you with me! This is why we’re best friends!”

Ok, ouch. Mark decides to ignore the fact that his heart felt like it was yanked out of his chest and trampled on. If William, Rex, Eve, Amber, or any of his friends could see his current predicament, they’d point their fingers and laugh.

“Do you think Invincible thinks I’m hot?” You add.

“Uh-uh-yeah-he would, probably. No, yeah he would,” Mark stutters.

“Speaking from experience?” You coyly ask.

“No? What-”

“I’m a reporter, Mark. I do reporter things. Besides, I’d be more than happy if Invincible thought I was hot.”

So Mark will definitely have to talk to you about this later. But for now, he can relish in the possibility that he may have been granted temporary parole from the friend zone he’s been stuck in since forever.

“Let’s just get to your interview, you dork.”

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Omni-Mark y/n: H-he didn't recognise me? Oh oh lair! Lair! I shall bath alone for now on fpr these betrayal!

If the reader looked different one day, would Mark recognize you? Invincible doodle based on this headcannon by @clairewritesfanfics

I'm in love with how she writes prisoner Mark, one of my favourite Marks who doesn't get to shine a lot in the fandom. And this headcannon inspired me to make a doodle of their reactions. Non-coloured version↓

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can you tell i rewatched the original lilo and stitch recently

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hey guys where's all the capvincible fanart 💔

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So I've heard there's a mcdonald's in the pentagon

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i see your “reader dies in every other universe” trope, and i raise you “reader doesn’t exist in any other universe” with the alternate marks

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Can I request some hcs of a reader who can make the evil Mark’s literally melt like butter at the slightest touch or compliment. Like he’s normally very stoic and serious/scary and downright evil but as soon as the reader calls him “baby” he’s like defenseless puppy. Absolutely adores the reader but despite his softness, will still murder anyone who dares to look at them wrong.

Specifically thinking of Sinister, Viltrumite, Sheisty, and Emperor, but you can add whoever else you’d like!

Characters: Target, Shiesty, Sinister, Viltrumite

Emperor Mark (aka Target, Striped Mark)

I am still unsure how to portray this guy. He is one of the more difficult variants to write for, and I don’t know whether he’s immature and overcompensating or is a perpetually exhausted boss, but either way, he is a barking chihuahua towards anyone who isn’t you. Ferocious, loud and territorial, but harmless, as long as you’re around.

He hates it when others speak with you, especially “the help” or even your own friends. He glares at them without fail, but stays quiet because the last time he made a scene about someone disrespecting you by making unwarranted eye contact, you reprimanded him and refused to spend time with him until he promised never to get in the way of your social events.

Shiesty Mark

He used to be a total slob; not in the dirty doesn’t shower and brush teeth-way, but in the messy-leaves his clothes littered around the room-way. 

Whipped. All of the Marks are, but this one's “friends” go out of their way to accuse him of this because he is a different man from who he was before meeting you.

I think I’ve mentioned it before, but he’s the type who does not repeat his mistakes. He is prone to being a manchild, but he never weaponizes his incompetence. You wish he wouldn’t scatter his laundry all over your shared home? Ask him nicely and he will fold everything and keep them in one corner for easy access. You don’t like it when he leaves his used glass unwashed on the kitchen counter? Tell him and you will never see dishes pile on the sink again. 

He doesn’t care if his buddies make fun of him, but the moment they insult you is the moment they lose their right to live.

scenario:

“Am I dreaming?”

“No.”

“You’re shitting with me. This is some cruel prank, right?”

You laughed and tapped the package on the table, its plastic cover shimmering under the warm light of your living room. Today was Mark’s birthday. It was hard to forget because he’s been telling you that it was almost his special day a whole month earlier. 

You hung a blue and yellow “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” banner over the flat screen TV and had his favorite songs blasting from his Godzilla-shaped speaker. His friends were coming over in a few minutes but you decided to give him his present early. 

It was the newest GameCube with holographic features and a vibrating controller. 

“This was just released in Japan two days ago, they say the program doesn’t even have English installed.” He held the box up like it was the most precious set of chinaware. 

“I knew a guy who knew a guy who helped get the global release models.”

He set down the box and lifted you in the air. “Have I ever told you how lucky I am to have you?”

You ran your fingers through his hair just as the doorbell rang. “That will be your guests.”

He carefully set you down and started walking towards the door. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? I mean, I know we have a more private thing later tonight planned, but it would be nice to have you here.”

“You’re sweet, but we’ve talked about this. I don’t think your friends like me very much so I’ll only be here for a few minutes to welcome them and then I’ll catch up on some reading in the cafe downstairs while you guys play with your new toy.”

“There is no way they don’t like you.”

You threw your hands up in surrender and went to check the food. 

As you put the freshly baked lasagna on the kitchen island, the racket of Mark’s clique filled the whole condo unit.

“Imma set up the console, you guys can go ahead and eat if you want,” you overheard Mark tell them.

Familiar faces popped in, some smiling, some had their mouths in tight lines. 

“Cool place,” said one of them. It was Kurtis, a guy who had bleached hair and wore really loose pants.

You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

His grin was more sardonic as he added, “Guess Mark must’ve been really good for you to let him move in.”

The others snickered.

“You got any beer here, sweet thing?”

You maintained your polite smile. “It’s in the fridge. Feel free to take anything.”

One of the girls rolled her eyes and she went back to the living room.

You refused to show them any weakness and resumed cutting up the lasagna.

***

“Look at these graphics.” Kurtis whistled as he and Mark raced against each other. 

The living room boomed with music and the roar of digital car engines. The smell of booze and lasagna permeated the air.

“Right? Apparently, the stores in Japan all sold out the hour they released this thing.”

“So how did you get your hands on this thing?”

Mark beamed proudly as he crossed the finish line first, the controller almost vibrating out of his grip. “What do you think?”

“You stole this thing from Japan?”

“No, dumbass, they got it for me. Best part is that there shouldn’t even be an English setting but lo and behold. They gave it to me right before you guys came here. It was quite the surprise.”

“Ah.” Kurtis put down his controller and reached for his beer. 

Mark did the same and looked at him. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. Tell me.”

Kurtis shrugged. “You changed.”

“What?”

Their friends who were in the room with them suddenly stiffened.

Kurtis shrugged again. “Dude, you just said ‘quite.’ And who the Hell uses ‘lo and behold’?”

“They use those words.”

“Exactly. Just a few months together and now, you act like–” He waved his bottle “–like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like the kind of guy we used to make fun of. Look at this place, bro.”

Mark wasn’t an interior designer, and he would’ve been fine living in a dingy apartment so long as he had his essentials, but since he started living with you he has learned to appreciate a good painting and potted plant, how one piece can really bring an entire room together. The old him would have scoffed at the person he has become. 

But Mark didn’t like who he used to be before he met you. 

He was about to make a retort when he caught a whiff of cigarettes. He walked into the kitchen. Two of the girls were smoking and drinking orange juice straight out of the jug.

“Nah, you guys can’t smoke here, and for the love of God, we have glasses for a reason,” he reprimanded, confiscating their cigarettes in one swift motion. 

Kurtis was right behind him. “See what I mean, man? You’re a total pussy now. You never used to care about this kind of shit before.”

“Okay, okay.” Mark nodded. “I get what you’re saying, but I’m still me. I just… I dunno, I just like this place, and I like following the rules here.”

“You like–ugh, bro, you are whipped.”

He chuckled. “I guess I am.”

His friends blinked. No one expected that.

Kurtis recovered and smirked. “They really that good of a lay?”

“What?”

“I mean they got you acting like this after a few months of dating when the cops couldn’t even keep you in jail. Come on, man, are they that crazy in bed?”

Something ticked in Mark’s jaw. “Hey–”

Kurtis wrung his arm around his shoulders. “Maybe we’ll understand if you let us have a taste, hm?”

***

You were forcing yourself to remain interested as you read an entire book chapter dedicated to the whiteness of a whale. You were determined to finish Moby Dick today, or at least finish this boring part before your date. 

The gentle ringing of the coffee house door signaled the entrance of a new customer, but you didn’t look up, intent on overcoming this damn novel. 

“Babe?”

Goodbye, Ishmael. 

You looked up. “Mark?”

His hair was ruffled, like he just blowdried it, and he had changed clothes. 

You set down the book. “What’s wrong? Party already over?”

“Yeah, um, we kinda got into a fight.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh my God.”

“I may have made a mess of the living room, I’m sorry.”

“Oh–”

“I also accidentally broke the GameCube.”

You put a hand over your chest. “Must’ve been some fight.”

He hung his head. “I’m sorry, it must’ve cost you a lot to get that gift.”

“Oh, sweetie.” You rose from your seat and pulled him into an embrace. “It’s okay, it was your GameCube. I’m just sad that you didn’t get to use it for long.”

“I think I’m going to have to take a break from gaming. At least for a week.”

“Don’t you have that online competition next weekend?”

“My team and I decided to disband.”

You stepped back. 

He answered your silent inquiry without meeting your gaze, “Long story, I’ll explain someday.”

“Well, it’s still your birthday, what do you wanna do?”

He played with your hands. “I just want to spend time with you.”

“I know, let’s go watch a movie–”

“Um, I just cleaned the living room and kitchen, so I think it would be good to let the place air out.”

You laughed like you didn’t see the rust on the sleeves of his jacket. “We do have a cinema. C’mon, birthday boy.”

Sinister Mark

Oh, boy. 

This one lives for conflict, second only to one specific variant (I think you know who). Fortunately for him and unluckily for the rest of the world, you don’t care. Hell, a part of you even enjoys seeing him drenched in blood. 

He has no restraint and will pick on people for the pettiest reasons. Man breathed too close to you on the subway? He’s hunting him down. A woman pushed you and cut in line for the cashier? He’s taking her hair. 

Others have tried to ask you to stop him, but you don’t, because your Mark is always stressed because of work and he deserves the fun. 

When you do want him to stop, maybe because you’re tired or hungry, all you have to do is call his name and he will dump what he’s doing to come to your side.

scenario:

Your little bee was late. Normally, you wouldn't have cared. You can forgive waiting for a few minutes, but tonight was a Friday and your favorite murder mystery show was premiering a new episode.

Plus it was exceptionally hot and humid today, and your cheap-ass boss refused to lower the AC temperature than the standard.

So here you stood at the steps of your office building at five p.m., foot tapping impatiently as you waited for your ride home. Sweat soaked you in every possible place.

And like the universe's idea of a joke, a co-worker you hated suddenly joined you.

He was being the usual twit that he was. Hitting on you despite the ring on your left finger.

After ten minutes of getting nothing from you aside from stone silence, the creep snidely remarked, “You know what I think?”

He slowly stepped closer to you, close enough that you could smell his rancid breath as he said, “I think that you're not actually taken, I think your ring is a fake and your fiancé is fake, all so you can have an excuse to be a frigid and stuck-up–”

He never got to finish.

Your “fake” fiancé was here.

More of your colleagues were on their way home when they found your Mark beating the tar out of the resident creep.

A woman turned to you and barked, “Do something!”

You tilted your head. “But he deserves it.”

Your answer made her take a step back. Why did people seem so shocked when you revealed that you supported your future husband? Did they think you had compunctions when it came to punishing annoying creatures?

You watched Mark throw the man on the ground. You didn't see why the others were so concerned. They should be grateful. That prick has been a nuisance since the day he joined the office. Mark was making the world a little better; not that you cared about the state of the world.

You pulled on your collar. It was getting hotter though, so you approached them.

“Marky, let's go,” you whined, circling your arms from behind him. “My head hurts and I'm all sweaty.”

He stopped punching. The fact that the pervert was still breathing meant that your honeybee was holding back.

Mark turned his head towards you and you kissed him on the lips.

“Hey.” He smiled.

“Hey, you're late.”

“I know,” he sighed and rose to his feet, twisting around so he could hold you by the waist. “I'm sorry. I had to deal with some pests that wanted to invade the planet.”

“Again?”

He shrugged. “They never learn.”

“Mmm, you're getting blood all over my coat.”

“I'll get you a new one.” He kissed your forehead. “You said your head hurt?”

You nodded softly.

“I'll give you a full body massage in the bath.” Securing you in his arms, he began to hover.

“Just a bath and a massage this time?”

He grinned and flew so high you can see an ambulance rushing towards your office building. “No promises.” He nuzzled your cheek. “I've barely seen you this week.”

Viltrumite Mark

This one was trained to be the perfect murder machine from the moment he could walk. Quiet, precise and deadly as a sharpened blade, Mark has no issues with killing even children if that is his assignment. 

However, in your eyes, he’s a stray dog who has never known love. 

The first time you hugged him, he went still as a statue and you spent thirty minutes explaining how humans express affection through physical contact. After that, he has no shame when it comes to touching you. He likes to hold your hand, the fabric of your shirt, cradle your cheek, pat your head and lay his chin on the top of your skull. 

scenario:

“So it’s just pure sugar? And you humans actually pay for this?” Mark asked, turning the frog-shaped cotton candy. It was mostly pastel green and had two big black circles for eyes. “It’s hideous.”

“Don’t be like that,” you said, glancing at the plastic headband you bought from a vendor at the theme park entrance. Rather than animal ears, two green barrel springs bounced on top of his head, each one bearing a golden star. “He reminds me of you.”

Mark furrowed his brows. “I am not green.”

“He has your eyes.”

“My eyes are not black.” So he claimed, but from where you stood, his brown eyes resembled two pools of obsidian liquid, absorbing light everywhere, taking in as much information as they can.

You picked off one of the frog’s eyes and Mark made an offended face. Smiling, you held the piece of sugar cloud to his mouth. “Open up, space boy.”

Those dark eyes flitted from you to the green fluff, then at you, then back to the fluff. Finally, he obeyed. The sugar melted instantly on his tongue. 

He pursed his lips.

“Well?”

“It is… not disagreeable.” He smiled and bit down on the other eye before pushing the cotton candy towards you. “You take a bite as well.”

“It’s okay, this one is all yours.”

He cocked his head, the stars slinking to the side. “But is it not customary for lovers to share food?”

Cliche as it was, your heart skipped a beat with how he looked at you as he said those words. Your stomach dropped a bit, too. 

You’ve never had the talk with him regarding the exact nature of your relationship, because you were having fun with the way things were, but now you were afraid. Mark was sweet. He was also clueless with how human relationships work. You were his only friend so far, so it was natural that he would feel attached to you. He was naive, so wouldn’t agreeing to be his count as taking advantage of him?

Gentle fingers on your cheek grounded you. “I can see that my words have troubled you. If you are full then I won’t force you to eat, I will, what is the phrase…” He paused, then grinned proudly as he continued, “I will hide away your share for you.” 

You laughed. Mark wasn’t always so touchy, but ever since you explained how it was normal for humans in a close relationship to express affection physically, he has been liberal with his touches. 

“You mean, you will put away my share,” you corrected, taking his hand and swinging it beside you.

He frowned and dipped his chin. The stars drooped like dog ears. “I thought I got it right for sure.”

You smiled. You have a lot of things you wanted to show him. “Come on, let’s go try and win a bear–!”

Your words were cut short when Mark’s arm disappeared from your side and extended firmly behind you. His hand gripped firmly over a young man’s wrist.

He twisted his arm and the boy yelped. 

“This one was reaching for your bag,” he explained calmly, black eyes boring into the teenager trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

“I-I’m sorry, it was a prank, I swear! I didn’t plan to steal anything–augh!”

“Mark, stop!” You put your hands over his arm. “He’s just a kid.”

“Do you know this person?”

“No.”

“He was trying to touch you without your permission.” 

“I’m sure he was just being stupid–” you turned quickly to the teenager “–right?”

“Y-yeah! Yes! I just made a bet that I could get close enough to open your bag, s-swear to God! I wasn’t gonna steal or grope you! It was a prank!”

Mark faced you and blinked slowly. “You once said that pranks are dangerous and foolhardy and often break the law.”

“Well–”

“Where I hail from, miscreants have their bones broken.”

You heard the kid mutter an oh, God and you did the one thing you could think of at the moment: you grabbed Mark’s face and kissed him. 

That seemed to reset his brain because he let go of the kid and dropped the cotton candy to the ground. His arms stiffened beside him like two metal limbs, unsure of what to do next.

When you finally pulled back, he stared at you. “That was a kiss,” he muttered, his prior coldness had melted away entirely, leaving nothing but wide-eyed surprise.

You tried to pull back your hands but his arms came back to life and held them in place. “You said kisses are special, and we shouldn’t give them recklessly.”

You chuckled nervously. “I know, I’m sorry.” Consent was a bit tricky to teach. 

You averted your eyes and dared to ask, “Did you hate it?”

Tender fingers touched your chin and pushed you to look back at him.

“It was not disagreeable.”

this author has a few things to say:

There may be mistakes that I did not spot because I wrote half of this on my phone while lying on my back. The heat in my country is killing me.

I could not think of a good scenario for Target and I’ve kept anon waiting long enough so I just left it alone.

I know that a lot of people headcanon Shiesty to be a fuckboy, and honestly, he can be, but I remember watching him and thinking that bro gave strong "girls have cooties" vibes. Not saying he's a virgin (but he can be), but he feels more like a virgin than a playboy. He strikes me as someone who is more into playing video games than he is getting laid.

Viltrumite Mark is so cute, he is just perfect for corruption.

My variants keep raising the bar for my future spouse.

Disclaimer: The images above are not mine but are screenshots from the Invincible TV series.

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˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞ˎˊ˗ ᥫ᭡

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘢𝘺𝘺! 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘢𝘺𝘺! 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶!”

Is all you hear three days later after you broke up with mark.

It’s blasting outside your window, and definitely bothering the neighbors.

But it makes you laugh seeing him standing outside on your front lawn looking so desperate to see you again.

The music lowers for a minute, and you hear him yell, “did it work?”

Shaking your head, you smile and respond with, “Come inside and find out.”

After that he’s clingy af and let’s you give him a manicure while you yap about what he’s missed, cause that’s what good boyfriends do.

Feel free to use the pics, it took me 5 minutes to make them! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

[weaver77]

I fear women

I want fish