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Fandoms-

Invincible

Dc comics

Hades (just the first atm)

Slay The Princess

Obey me

Undertale/Deltarune

Gachiakuta (currently anime only)

These are just what I can remember off the topic of my head feel free to gamble and request something that isn't on here lol

Will write-

x readers

pairings among canons

Headcanons and oneshots, just specify which

gender neutral readers, gendered only if its actually relevant to the plot (I'd prefer writing masc though)

Non ship stuff

Won't write-

Anything that falls under the proship category

NSFW(I am still a minor until July

^ do not request anything that feels fetishy, I'm not writing you vore

Memory Lane

Mark Grayson/Reader

Summary: Fun little picnic date with your boyfriend woaah. GN reader. A/N: As long as my pinned post says requests open you can be as late to the party as you'd like haha. Anyway nice timing for me because ya boy graduated just last week isn't that fun? WC:1.8k

“Ta-daa,” Mark grinned, setting you down gently on the grass and gesturing proudly to his little setup. It wasn’t anything too special, a blanket you recognized from his couch was laid out on the grass and there was one of those wicker picnic baskets set out on top. 

“Oh, this is cute,” You grinned, sitting down on the blanket and glancing around the area while Mark set out all the food he brought, “Did you make all of that?” You asked, leaning over. 

“Er, sorta? I mean I helped, kinda. It was mostly mom. And William,” Mark explained awkwardly, which tracks, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him cook, “I made those…” He added, gesturing to some wonky looking cupcakes, “And then William kicked me out of the kitchen,” He sighed.

You tried your best not to laugh but it was pretty funny, your giggles only fueled Mark’s devastated look but you’re sure he’ll get over it. You reached for a cupcake, hoping you’ll be able to tell him they don’t taste as bad but Mark cut you off.

“Those are for desert!” He whined, childishly.

“Grown man,” You scoffed, not bothering to try and hide your grin.

“You’re grown too,” He countered, laying back on the blanket and immediately having to swat away a bug “Don’t adults know not to spoil their appetite before a meal?”

“You’re right we’re so old,” You agreed, dramatically.

“We’ll start turning to dust soon,” Mark nodded, sitting back up to make sure everything was organized alright before popping some food in his mouth.

You followed after him, grabbing some food for yourself, Debbie (and William)’s cooking was as good as it had always been. 

“We’ve got college first, then we turn to dust,” You pointed out between bites of food.

“Right, right. That’s gonna be cool,“ Mark started “I don’t really need it, being a superhero doesn’t require a degree. But I get to go with you,”

“Going to college just for the person you’re dating, wow.” You muttered dryly.

“It’s not just for you,” Mark muttered, “I’ll do tons of college stuff, I’ll go to total ragers and get back out drunk,” He decided.

“Your mom would kill you,” You giggled, “Have you ever even been to a party that wasn’t like a family gathering?” You asked incredulously.

“Yes! There was that one time, halloween like… sophomore year?” He pointed out.

You did indeed remember, you had gone out trick or treating in goofy comic cosplays (Much to William’s dismay, you’re still not quite sure how you had managed to drag him into that) admittedly, you were starting to push it on that, but you had all agreed to try and squeeze out all the free candy you could before you’d be solidly too old to participate.

You’d been garnering a decent hull, the pillow cases you brought starting to get too heavy to comfortably carry when you’d all come across a house that obviously had company over. But they also had a bowl of candy set out, which was of course very important. 

While you had all been digging through the bowl, someone stepped out for a smoke break and had apparently known William who was already smooth talking the three of you into the party. Though, with the amount of people there, you doubt anyone would notice if you just walked in. William had scampered off quickly, flirting with some senior and leaving you and Mark to fend for yourselves.

While being left to fend for yourself against the crowd of teenagers you were subjected to witnessing the loonytoons sequence of events consisting of; a bowl of punch being spilled, soaking the few people nearby and the surrounding floor, someone slipping on said spill. In said person’s frantic grab for literally anything they gripped shoddily onto the doorhandle of the storage closet which swung open wildly into the wall, breaking the key that had been left in it. Someone else had gone to get paper towels to clean up the mess but in their rush they ended up slamming into you, who grabbed onto Mark for support but ended up just taking him with you into the closet, that slammed behind you as the person that was leaning on it forced themselves up.

You tried of course to not stay stuck in a closet, but with the locked door and broken key there wasn't going to be a solution until the host’s parents got home. Two of you, alone in a dark closet. Mark laughed nervously and you looked off to the side as you both processed your proximity, forced real close together by the lack of space.

You weren’t together yet, but maybe if you were, the night would’ve consisted of something other than a few hours of awkward blushing and attempts at conversation that quickly fizzled out as a result of the terribly distracting circumstances. It would’ve been worse if you were stuck with a stranger, you suppose.

“That doesn’t count,” You scoffed, “We were barely partying,”

“But it was a party I went to,” Mark pointed out, his tone stupid and smug.

“Fine, whatever,” You snorted, begrudgingly relenting, “You’ll have to go to all the parties you can in college, no way you’ll be invited to any after that,” 

“Come on, you wouldn’t want to invite Invincible to your birthday party?” Mark asked, flexing goofily.

“I would invite him to my birthday, because he is my boyfriend,” you nodded.

“Not because you’re a fan?” He questioned, leaning in and blinking obnoxiously. 

“No.” You deadpanned, pushing him away, “You think you’re gonna like stick with it? Being Invincible, I mean,”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be like dad– ” Mark cut himself off as he realized what he said, his smile falling for a few brief moments before he forced it back on “No, sorry, no I’m not. I’ll be like a different superhero that balances his partner and saving the world,”

“You’ll be good at it,” You grinned. Admittedly, you doubt it, Mark was terrible at showing up on time when you didn’t know he was Invincible and he was terrible at it now (albeit with better excuses) but now’s probably not the best time to call him out on that.

It is a nice thought, the two of you living together, sharing a bedroom and doing annoying everyday chores. Maybe even, way down the line, taking care of kids. Kids? Woah, who thought that? Must’ve been the wind.

That’s definitely a far off thought, but if they were as well behaved as Mark it wouldn’t be much of a problem. He’d always been such a goody two shoes you were struggling to think of any especially rebellions point in his childhood. 

“Remember that time we snuck out?” You blurted out, finally recalling a time when Mark had broken the rules.

“Oh god, yeah,” Mark groaned.

You hadn’t really done anything interesting, you lived in the suburbs so there wasn’t much you could do. But, you and Mark had decided that you were teenagers and you wanted to do teenager things, like sneaking out. You could only really wander around in the dark, something you could have done in the light without all the sneaking around but the whole breaking the rules part made it much more fun.

You’d ended up hanging at the local park, ducking between playground equipment and finally getting a grab at the swings without any sticky children scampering over to it first. You didn’t bother to swing too high, just moving back and forth with your legs dragging in the dirt, but Mark got to work as soon as he sat down, swinging so much you were starting to worry he’d loop all the way around.

You were hoping to have a conversation with him but that didn’t really work out considering he remained next to you for about a second at a time. The goofy grin on his face did make it almost worth it. Almost. Oh well, you talked to him plenty on the walk over, and you’ll talk to him plenty on the way back.

When he finally skirted to a stop you turned to face him fully, instead of staring intently at the patch of grass in front of you. You had been expecting to see his usual dumb smile but the expression that adorned his face was closer to one of embarrassment? Mortification? He was pulling the collar of his shirt over the bottom half of his face, like that would somehow hide him, and staring up at the sky. 

You followed, his gaze of course and what you spotted had you tumbling out of your swingseat in shock.

“The Immortal!?” You squeaked, your eyes following him as he floated down to the two of you.

“Do your parents know you’re out here?” The Immortal himself asked , arms crossed and just radiating disappointment as he eyed Mark specifically. 

“Y–yeah they totally… don’t,” Mark sputtered, sighing as he stood up, “We’ll go home,” he relented, stopping to offer you a hand and to dust the playground mulch off your back.

“I’ll escort you,” The Immortal decided, with enough finality to make you not want to argue with the hero.

You’d been dropped off first and made it inside without any further commotion from your parents but the next morning you discovered Mark had apparently gotten himself grounded.

“In hindsight, I don’t know how I didn’t pick up on the superhero connections,” you muttered, half to yourself, “Guess you look too dorky to be related to anyone cool,” You added, earning an offended noise out of Mark.

“I can’t believe he snitched on us– I mean I can– lost me my allowance for like a month” Mark huffed.

“How terrible,” You snickered.

“It was! I couldn’t afford any comics,” He further complained.

Mark paused to look over the remaining picnic food, you had both devoured almost everything with only small bits of leftovers for a few remaining dishes.

“Okay, now you may try my cupcakes,” Mark decided, pushing some of the deformed treats towards you. 

“How generous,” You rolled your eyes, grabbing a cupcake and biting into it.

The cupcake was… not good, to put it lightly. Weirdly crunchy but also pretty obviously undercooked, there was way too much sugar in the cupcake and the frosting just tasted like butter. It’d be rude to spit out the bit of cupcake already in your mouth but you’re sure the expression on your face was obvious and you weren't going to eat the rest.

“It can’t be that bad!” Mark squawked, grabbing a cupcake of his own and biting down, a bit of frosting sticking to his nose. You watched his face change as he processed the flavor, suppressing laughter as he forced himself to swallow. “Oh, that’s bad. I’m sorry.”

Doncil/Reader

Summary: Cecil and Donald with a hero reader. GN reader, no powers specified. A/N: Not used to writing either of them so apologizes if this is ooc at all. Gif is mid but it was the only one I could find with both of them. WC:751

You’ve probably been out doing hero stuff for a while, with consistency and especially if you’ve been taking on bigger threats it’s not a surprise that you’d end up getting the GDA’s attention. Cecil would certainly try to recruit you, especially if you’ve made a habit of swinging by their base. Unfortunately they can’t force you but it would get annoying if you kept showing up in classified areas without even working for them.

The chaotic part of chaotic good also tells me that you probably cause fair amounts of property damage but it’s okay, you’re just a little guy. Working for them or not, you’re getting dragged into lectures about how you could’ve done your job better (you got all the civilians out so who cares?) but depending on your powers you can always just fly off and not listen to that. 

You potentially not being on the GDA’s payroll is a little scary because it means they have pretty much no control over you. After a while Cecil would eventually come to trust you (as much as he trusts anyone) you’re a consistent ally and he does have some personal feelings involved. He probably would still have some sort of backup plan to deal with you though, it’s more a concern of mind control or whatever wacky superhero world antics than you genuinely turning evil. 

Outwardly, I doubt Cecil would ever be super feelingsy, especially not with a coworker. That’s an HR violation! Cecil might like you, he’d be self aware to acknowledge he likes you but he’s certainly too professional to actually make moves on an employee, or employee adjacent.

Cecil and Donald do have something going on but I doubt even they have a label for it. They’re just something. Unrelated to the /reader but yes related to Doncil when I pointed out Cecil has a framed photo of Donald on his desk to my tia she was like “Maybe that's the last photo of Donald before he died the first time,” So that’s my personal headcanon for that.

Cecil would probably make some selfish-ish calls with you, pulling you out of missions that you might be well suited for because they’re just a bit too risky for his liking. It could be rationalized by saying that you’re a valuable source of protection for earth, which you are, but he knows himself well enough to know it’s because he personally would rather not lose you.

I could see you ending up in the field with Donald at times, I’m pretty sure he goes out with Brit (though, admittedly I haven’t read those comics yet) so no reason not to spend time with another superhero. Probably the closest thing you’ll get to going on dates with how busy your jobs are. Donald is always obnoxiously self sacrificing on account of how many times he’s died already, it’s sorta his main thing he has to offer.

Cecil doesn’t really outwardly react to any of your flirting, he’s a serious guy, and professional enough to stay composed even if the stuff you’re saying is totally absurd. On occasion he might flirt back but it’s in the same deadpan he always has and it might take you a second to process that what he said wasn’t related to your job. Think Batman and Catwoman type flirting minus the one of them is a criminal part. He’ll always just go back to whatever he was doing before like he didn’t just temporarily break serious boss character.

Donald, on the other hand, would pretty easily get flustered. He’s old so lowkey seems like a kinda repressed gay guy to me, homophobia being bigger when he was growing up and all, and just didn’t get into any sort of relationship as a result of that, work took up a lot of time anyway. Whatever he has going on with Cecil only maybe counts as one. It’s like having a low alcohol tolerance, he’s never really been flirted with before so any flirting, no matter how mild affects him real hard. Your definitely not work appropriate comments always have him stiffly readjusting his tie or glasses as he tries to pretend his face isn't stupid red.

I’ll make you an ln’eta figure for it (I won’t) and also you should beat canto 3 already limbus is peak

(Ps: this is a joke submission)

Viltrumite Mark/Hero reader

Summary: Viltrumite Mark with a hero reader, yay. GN reader, no powers specified. A/N: So this is pretty short and whatever quality wise but I both just moved (currently in the process of unpacking) and totally misread the request and got like 1k into a oneshot before realizing this was supposed to be headcanons #whoops. WC:671(heh)

Mark’s taking over earth plot would be a lot more direct than Nolan’s, he doesn’t have to wait around to see if humans are compatible with viltrumites because he’s already proof that they are. His plan wasn’t to just go in guns blazing, that’s stupid, but he was ready to just murk any potential threats and get on with the colonizing with no one able to go against him.

While he was trying to sort out who exactly to kill you show up and well you certainly do seem like a threat to the empire, as far as non viltrumites go, but for some reason he decides against just killing you on the spot. Something about you is very distracting and it gets on Mark’s nerves.

You do give good insight on earth, if nothing else, you have connections with other heroes and that’s certainly helped him with figuring out who needs to be dealt with. Some of the bits of earth culture you’ve shown him end up being rather interesting, food made for taste rather than nutrition and those books with pictures are his favorite so far. Small things pile up and make it easy for him to rationalize lurking around you, all for the empire of course.

He ends up spending much more time than intended around you, lucky Mark, viltrumites have stupid long lifespans because otherwise someone would have probably been sent down to figure out what the hell he was doing as it’s clearly not his job. 

He’d probably try to recruit you to the empire, whether or not your powers are actually strong enough to keep up with a viltrumite or not (But of course you can, Mark wouldn’t associate with someone weak, viltrumites only spend time around people that can push them past their limits). If you rejected his offer he genuinely wouldn’t be able to understand it, Viltrum is the only correct ruler for any planet, surely you’re smart enough to see it!

He knows he should fight you for control over earth, strength rules after all, but he ends up coming up with a million and one excuses for himself on reasons not to do that. Really, Mark would just rather not hurt you, especially since the only win condition on his end would be to fully kill you and he definitely doesn’t want that. 

Eventually, you could wear him down, Mark is loyal but he’s not much more loyal than literally every other viltrumite to step foot on earth, genuine kindness really gets to a guy. It would take a lot of effort on your end, maybe a bit of beating him up and even then he would still have most of Viltrum's ideals hammered into him, the human half is still there you just gotta really lock in to bring it out. 

If– for some reason– you do agree to help colonize earth well he’s just over the moon (literally!) Mark gets to like you and do his job. Getting everyone else on Viltrum to accept you when they barely accept him is going to be difficult but that’s a later problem, he’s sure he’ll get it figured out. In the meantime he has to focus on helping you serve the empire, between the two of you there isn't much earth can do but letting his guard down could only lead to trouble.

After enough time of staying on earth he’d probably pick up heroing as well, partly because being a soldier is literally all he knows how to do but also because his main connection to earth is one. Mark both likes following you around, being near you is nice, and he’s partial to being able to protect you against any threat, even if you’re fully capable of dealing with it yourself it’s much better for his peace of mind to know you didn’t get totally got.

Fih

Not you

Mark Grayson/Reader

Summary: You know it wasn't really Mark, so why do you keep reacting like it was? GN reader. Attempts at hurt/comfort A/N: Bit more of reader being consciously scared of Mark but I tried, promise. I haven't attempted anything all that angsty in a hot minute so cut me some slack if it's mid. WC:1k

You love Mark, you swear, but it’s gotten harder to be around him. You’re trying, sucking it up and forcing yourself to hang around him anyway, you’re friends, you’re supposed to spend time together. Mark can tell, though, and you can tell he can tell, every interaction between the two of you has been stiff and uncomfortable lately but neither of you had the bravery to actually say anything about it.

You’ll get over it, you’ve been together for years you can get over a weird rough patch.

“There you are,” Mark grinned down at you from your window, his smile sharper than you had ever seen it, “I was wondering where you were hiding,” he added, climbing down and slinking towards you.

“Hey!” Mark smiled, same way he always did, climbing through your window and clapping a hand on your shoulder. You hoped he didn’t notice the way you flinched. 

“You’re early,” You answered casually, shifting stiffly to give him more room to sit on the bed.

“Wanted to make sure we had time to hang, I’ve been busy,” Mark explained, knocking his head against your shoulder.

You hummed in response, grabbing the remote and turning on whatever action movie you had agreed to watch. It was corny and probably exactly the kind of turn your brain off movie you needed, but the weight resting on your shoulder was distracting and not in a good way.

Mark’s hand wrapped around your throat with just enough force to allow you to barely breathe, you doubted it would last long before he squeezed tight enough to pop your head off.

“You were always so annoying,” Mark started, pressing you against the wall, “Nothing to say now? Not gonna tell me I can do better than this?” He gritted out, his grip finally tightening enough to fully cut off your airflow. 

Mark laughed, the same way he always did, glancing down at the way your hands scratched uselessly at his arm.

“You’re way too weak to beat me, but it is funny to watch you try” he snickered

You sat up quickly, internally wincing and the way you left Mark to flop down without you to lean on. He’s fine, he can steal one of your pillows if he really wants.

“Bathroom,” You mumbled before he had the chance to ask where you were going so suddenly.

You slammed the door shut, maybe just a bit too hard and leaned against it, letting yourself lean against it and slide down to the floor. How hard is it to just be normal!? 

It’s not Mark’s fault, you shouldn’t be upset at him but you’ll still catch that faded purple along your neck in the mirror (keeping hoodies on helps, at least), and it’s not exactly easy to avoid that familiar voice between voice messages, phone calls, and just general hanging out. Things just keep coming back to you and aside from being an overall detriment to your mental health it’s really obnoxious.

You were sure you were going to die, you can’t overpower him, your vision is fading. The last thing you’re going to see is that stupid grin.

Your wall exploded inwards, an impact hitting the variant grabbing you, tossing you both wildly to the side. Luckily, you were knocked out of his grip, less luckily you ended up slamming into your stairs. Ow. 

You managed to force yourself up, just a bit, catching two Marks locked against each other. One of them was shouting angrily, the other had a calm smirk on his face.

After spending a probably concerning amount of time in the bathroom you heard Mark calling your name, paired with knocking on the door.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” You answered, your voice cracking. Had you been crying? You quickly scrambled to wipe your eyes before opening the door and once again coming face to face with Mark.

Mark faltered once he saw you, staring at your probably red eyes, maybe you should’ve rinsed your face first. 

“…Can we talk?” He asked after a pause.

“We’re talking right now,” You mumbled.

“You know what I mean.” Mark sighed, stepping back and sitting on the edge of your bed.

You hesitated but figured standing awkwardly in the doorway is the weird option so you sat next to him, leaving about half a foot of space between the two of you. You fidgeted with your hands and avoided eye contact with Mark for a few uncomfortable moments until he spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” Mark sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Wha– you didn’t do anything!” You sputtered, turning to face him.

“I should’ve been faster, should've gotten you somewhere safer, I shouldn’t have left Angstrom alive in the first place,” Mark rambled, his head in his hands. 

You stiffly reached out and wrapped your arm around his shoulders, and Mark melted against you easily, resting his head on your chest. You pat his head and he wrapped his arms around your torso. 

“Sorry, this isn’t supposed to be about me,” He mumbled against you, “You don’t have to be around me if I scare you,” 

“I like you Mark, and I know that wasn’t really you,” You answered, it was technically true, you knew it wasn't Mark. Makes it all the more annoying that you keep reacting like it was. “I’d like to keep being friends,” 

“You sure? I won’t be mad if you never want to see me again,” Mark asked, tilting his head up so his words were more clear.

“Would you be sad?” You asked after a beat.

“Little bit…” he relented 

“Good, I’d be sad if I never saw you again,” You decided.

“Cecil has some people you can talk to… if you want,” Mark squeaked, “Help you be less scared of me if you want,” he trailed off.

“That sounds smart,” you nodded, it is an absurd enough situation to require professional help.

Test of strength

Omnimark/reader

Summary: You realized you don't actually know how strong Mark is, if only there was a convenient way to test it. GN reader, reader has superstrength A/N: You didn't specify which sort of reader but I assumed one that could keep up with him, so he gets hero reader back!! WC:1.1k

You’ve gotten used to working with Invincible, picked up on how he acts when he’s irritated, or tired, even when he’s happy (but that’s a once in a blue moon event). Something you’re pretty proud of actually, considering how little the guy actually emotes. On top of that, with how much time you spend fighting together– it is your job– you’ve got a solid idea of how he fights, and how he fights is not full effort. You can totally tell he’s holding back, which is fair when you’re fighting regular criminals but you’ve fought so many actually juiced up supervillains and you’ve still never seen him punch someone full force. 

You first really realized this a couple weeks ago and it’s been bothering you since. You could probably ask him to lift weights until he couldn’t anymore but even with GDA training equipment he might not hit his limit. So what would be the best way to test that? You could try him against you, you’re certainly above average in strength and depending on exactly how much he’s been holding back you might even outclass him.

It’d be a lot easier if Mark ever bothered to participate in sparring matches with literally everyone else. His edgy loner image was just too important, you guess. He doesn’t technically work here anyway, something about his dad not letting him, which is funny to hear coming from a grown man. At least he hangs around, it would be so hard to track down otherwise. It took a bit of wandering GDA halls to find him, (maybe you can bother Cecil about his civilian life? Mark seems like the type to keep things separate but still) it’s not like it was too awful to kill time.

“Mark, hi!” You called once you spotted him walking through the halls, running to catch up to him, he nodded as you approached and that was plenty acknowledgement from him, “You busy?” You asked, slowing your pace to walk side by side with him. “Not particularly,” Mark answered shortly.

“Cool, cool.” You let the silence linger for a bit before talking again “You’re pretty strong right?”

“Yes?” Mark tilted his head, probably starting to question your intelligence.

“How strong?” You asked, just asking is a bit boring but much less work for you.

“Very.” Which was a real specific and helpful answer, thanks Mark. You suspect he doesn’t actually know but is too prideful to admit it. Or maybe he does know and wants to make you do more work, under the assumption he’s somehow figured out your scheme. 

“Man of many words.” You rolled your eyes, “Arm wrestle me,” You demanded, flexing your dominant arm. You weren’t getting enough out of him to segway smoothly, this was easier.  

“What?” Mark asked, finally actually turning to look at you (seriously, who taught this guy how to have a conversation?).

“Do you know what arm wrestling is? It’s something people do on earth to test how strong they are,” You explained slowly.

“I was born on earth.” Mark grumbled– you did know that, for the record, but messing with him is funny- “Why do you want to do that?” 

“To see if I’m stronger than you, duh,” Why else would you want to do it? Mark tries to act all smart but damn is he dumb sometimes.

“You’re a human, of course you’re not,” Mark dismissed.

“Wow.” You huffed, “Okay, whatever, I see how it is,” You sighed dramatically, hanging your head, “Oh so powerful alien doesn’t think his human friend can do anything,” You glanced back at him after a few moments, catching the way his jaw was clenched. “...Are you going to deny it?” You asked after a few moments of silence.

“Fine, let's arm wrestle,” Mark relented, taking a turn into the nearest room with actual tables.

“Are you gonna deny it?” You reiterated the question, following after him. “If you win,” He decided, sitting down and holding his arm out.

“When I win,” You corrected, sitting at the table and taking his hand.

Mark was evidently very strong, it took your full effort to push against him, and he still didn’t look like he was even close to breaking a sweat. It seems to be that your ego may have been unfounded, you talked too much trash to lose terribly now, that’s embarrassing. Sure you did reach your original goal of figuring out his strength in proportion to yours but now you need to win, you need to knock Omni-boy’s ego down a few pegs while keeping your pride intact.

An outcome that’s proving to be difficult with how close your arm is getting to the table. Uh oh. 

“Hey Mark,” You started, your words coming out a bit strained with how much effort you were putting into not getting trashed. You got a short reply of your name in return and decided that was enough to continue “If I win you’ll agree that I’m not a weak human or whatever I said earlier, but what do you get?” 

“I wasn’t aware we were staking anything on this game,” 

“Well it’s only fair, I could handle your patrols for the next week,” You offered, “Or, since you’re offering to say something, maybe I could tell you how big and strong I think you are,” you added, leaning in as much as you could while still keeping your elbow on the table.

Mark’s expression didn’t change but you could see the red tint on his face, and more importantly feel the falter in his strength. Taking advantage of the opportunity you created, you slammed his arm against the table with your full force, breaking the table and giving you the win.

Mark just stared at his hand in silence as you celebrated your victory. 

“You- you cheated.” He sputtered, a little cherry on top of your win considering how little he ever broke his composure.

“Cheated how?” You asked, some obvious smugness seeping into your tone

“You distracted me.” Mark huffed, standing up and brushing the bits of table off of his suit, “I’d like a rematch, no tricks this time,”

“Nope, I won and I believe you have something to tell me,” You grinned, rocking on your heels.

“This is ridiculous.” Mark complained, switching right back into his usual cold demeanor. You cleared your throat making him sigh, “Fine, you are strong and capable. For a human.”

Mohawk Mark/Reader Headcanons

Summary: General Mohawk headcanons, GN reader A/N: These are admittedly kinda mid but writers block still has me and I'd like to keep up with weeklyish uploads. I've got a billion drafts but its they're so early on gah gah .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. WC:806

POSER!!! This idiot dresses up all edgy and totally claims to be an actual punk but ends up running an empire which is not punk. Not self aware about it at all, anti establishment mostly because he’s not allowed to do whatever he wants under it, doesn’t care if other people are oppressed.

Really loud (and OBNOXIOUS), talks just to talk definitely loves the sound of his own voice. Most of the time he forgets what he said as soon as it leaves his mouth. Don’t watch movies with him, he crunches stupidly on popcorn and also talks with his mouth open just generally, ew ew.

Terrible about schedules or remembering to do things, you can make plans with him and he’ll genuinely mean to show up but get distracted with something random and less important or just blank on what you were supposed to be doing. He’ll make it up to you though, at whatever random hours he remembers, but he brings flowers and sometimes (half eaten) chocolates, how sweet of him.

I can totally see him having an awful band, plays terrible covers and even worse originals. He invites you to pretty much all of their practices and whatever shows (setting up the middle of a park or something similar without actually getting the proper permissions) cornily goes like “this ones for you babe!” before playing just straight noise.

^If you do anything musical he’s making you join doesn’t matter if you suck (Mark is worse) or if it’s just not related, you could like play the harp or be an opera singer and he’d still drag you in, he’s always saying punk music needs more variety anyway (not something he’s said ever but don’t point that out).

If you end up rejecting him/if there's like a period before he properly asks you out he’ll end up going out with people that look similar to you. Is both projecting onto them really hard and hoping you’ll get jealous. If you point out that everyone he’s dated shares at least a few things in common he’ll just deny it adamantly with no actual counterpoints until you give up.  

Generally wouldn’t handle rejection well, it’s not a concept he’s too familiar with among his peers and it's not like he listens to his parents when they tell him no, either. Would pretend like he didn’t hear you or maybe stop whatever you dislike before going back to it a week or so later. 

Like a lot of the alt Marks his evil is through the roof, convinced he’s god’s gift to viltrum and because Nolan’s way of raising him was different, he looks down on humans so he’s terrible to be around no matter who you are. But if you power through and manage to deal with being around him he doesn’t become more tolerable sorry, he’s stuck like that. He does, however, become a little more helpful(?) buys your groceries (probably not what you actually or needed) that sucky coworker stopped showing up for their shifts. If you say anything about it he’ll either act like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about or come up with some stupid tsundere excuse. 

Not feelingsy in the slightest, if you vent to him he’ll at best stare blankly but good odds he laughs at you. Refuses to ever acknowledge his own emotions either, he doesn’t have feelings, he’s a viltrumite. Have fun dealing with that.  

I do think his version of Debbie was abusive, I’m leaning not physically but she held some resentment for Nolan and took it out on the smaller version of him. The feeling of knowing one of your parents dislikes you has gotta suck and I think it got internalized in a low self esteem high ego way. 

Spent a lot of time out of the house because of this, the Grayson house was a house not a home. Went out to parties, concerts, random parks, literally anything that seems slightly exciting. If you’re dating him or even just his friend you’re getting dragged out to whatever bull he’s decided to do next.

I think he kind of loved being Invincible actually, aside from the training his dad made him do. He gets to run around (mostly) unsupervised and punch people as hard as he wants. Plus he just loves showing off, and having people cheer for him? It totally rocks. 

It's you!

Fullmask/Reader

Summary: Surviving the Invincible war is a pain, it sure would be bad if one of said Invincibles recognized you, wouldn't that be inconvenient A/N: Ugh I think I might be writers blocked but we ball. Ya'll will never guess what I have in the drafts though. It's another Omni-mark fic woah!! No clue what about him is so fun for me to write but WC:1.3K

You weren’t sure what time it was, the sky had been stained red since yesterday, smoke and fire making it impossible to see the sun. Guess the time isn’t really a concern when evil versions of Mark have been tearing through literally everything, it’d be pretty hard to make an appointment in these conditions. 

You stiffly shuffled through the streets, dodging bits of fallen buildings and overturned cars, really hoping to just stay out of sight. You considered ducking into one of the buildings but even if you could find one that wasn’t on the verge of collapse even odds a Mark flies through it again anyway and you’d personally prefer to not get murked by your friend but evil. Safer to just be small enough to not be seen. 

Speaking of, you ducked under a pile of fallen concrete as you heard the sound of one of them flying overhead. They seemed to be targeting large groups and it sounded far away so you’re probably fine, but better safe than sorry. You’d rather keep your bones intact and in your body. 

You stayed there for a few minutes, slowly moving back out from your hiding spot once you were pretty sure he had moved on, everything here was destroyed enough that he’d just be passing through anyway. That seemed like sound logic until you ended up staring directly at the Invincible.

He was a few yards away from you, still up in the air but not nearly as high as he had been. His face was fully covered so you couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking, but using the other Marks as reference, it was probably something murderous. Probably something murderous, and he was staring straight at you.

Awesome.

You ducked back down behind your pile of rubble, he’d obviously already seen you but it was better for your peace of mind while you tried to figure out if it was even possible for you to get out of this. You know he’s faster than you and he’s obviously stronger than you (unless you’ve suddenly gained the strength to punch through buildings) unless he lacks object permanence you’re in trouble.

Maybe if you stay there still and real quietly he’ll get bored and move on.

After a few seconds of that expert plan he called your name and you could hear the sound of gravel crunching under his boots. Yeah, you’re pretty fried. Once the sounds of his footsteps got a bit too close for your liking you bolted, it was a last ditch effort and probably wouldn’t work but it was better than sitting around and waiting to get murdered.

Of course, you couldn’t outrun superspeed and he caught up quickly, a hand clamping firmly around your wrist as he said your name again. You tensed, squeezing your eyes shut and preparing to get your skull squished or your arm torn off or whatever else.

“It’s you,” The Invincible choked, yanking you into a hug with an almost human amount of force.

“...Mark?” You tried after a few uncomfortable (at least for you) moments.

“Yeah– yeah it’s me,” Mark breathed, pulling back slightly and cupping your face with one hand “Are you okay? You shouldn’t have been left out here,” That last bit seemed a bit more to himself, his voice hardening.

“What?” You squeaked, he sounded like Mark Mark, who you’re sure doesn’t wear a mask like that, or you know, murder people. The blood coating 

“I’m sorry, this is a lot,” Mark apologized, shifting his hands to brush off the lingering dust from your jacket. “You look— you look good,” he noted, awkwardly. 

“Thank… you?” That would be how one typically reacts to a compliment, probably with a bit more confidence. You definitely could be asking more questions, this general situation is highly questionable, but the chance of making this guy mad is just a little too worrying. You got a stiff nod in return so your safe answer worked out well enough.

“Do you know where mom is? She wasn’t at home,” He asked, once he was seemingly satisfied with whatever  he had been looking over.

“No,” You didn’t– Mark’s mom was cool with you just not update you on her evacuation spot cool– but even if you did you wouldn’t be selling Debbie out.

“Alright, that’s fine, that’s fine. I’m sure she’s okay,” Mark muttered, “I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” he said finally, scooping you up and bolting into the sky before you had a chance to question anything.

It took you a few moments to adjust to the sudden altitude and high speeds, the wind smacking your face making it hard to keep your eyes open. He briefly flew through the layer of smoke covering… everything, making you cough and tear up which triggered a series of apologies from the Mark holding you. The air above was clean at least, and you could see the sun! Looks like it was sometime in the afternoon, which isn't particularly relevant information when you’re about 500 feet in the sky but it’s nice to know.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked after a while of flying in silence. You were fairly certain he wasn’t going to drop you at this point.

“Oh, my house– or this Mark’s house,” Mark answered you easily, “It’s where Angstrom said to meet and the others should leave it untouched,” he explained, “Once he gets here we can go home,” He added, “I might have to come back for mom later though. I’ll make sure you’re settled in before leaving.”

“Excuse me?” You sputtered, not sure what ‘home’ entails.

“My dimension,” Mark admitted sheepishly, “I know this is a lot, but I promise I can take care of you,” He added quickly at the mortified face you were probably making. 

“I have a life here,” You pointed out, hoping to appeal to some humanity or something. 

Mark didn’t answer, his grip on you tightening as he flew the rest of the way to his house. He gently set you down once he landed, putting a hand on your shoulder when he felt like you were about to run. He started to say something but his voice kept cutting out or being interrupted by another sob or shuttering breath. He ended up giving up and resting his head on your shoulder, his tears wetting your shirt even through his mask.

Gross!

“‘M sorry,” Mark forced out after a while of that, “You deserve better than this,” He sniffed, pulling off of your shoulder.

“So you’re gonna let me go home?” You asked, hopefully.

“No.” Mark answered quickly, his grip tightening, “I can’t go back home without you,” he admitted, glancing off to the side. “I can be good for you, but I need you to stay with me. Please.” he begged.

“Doesn’t really feel like a choice here,” You said awkwardly, glancing off to the side.

“It’s not,” Mark sighed, “Anything you want, I’ll do it. Just– you gotta come home with me,” 

“Ha, you’re kidding! That’s a face I haven't seen in a while,” Mark’s voice sounded from above the two of you, making the Mark in front of you wrap his arms around you protectively, glaring up at– what you can assume was– the other variant you couldn’t see from the odd angle you had been shoved into, “Come on man, don’t be greedy. You should really learn how to share!” 

You barely had time to register the shift in the air before you, and the variant wrapped around you, were sent flying. Luckily he tanked most of the impact but you would really rather be literally anywhere else right now.