‧₊˚ INVINCIBLE VARIANTS' JEALOUSY HEADCANONS ‧₊˚
Invincible Variants x Reader
ft: Mohawk Mark; Sinister Mark; Unmasked Mark; Omnivincible; Striped (Emperor) Mark; No Goggles Mark.
(other headcanons here)
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Mohawk Mark
Jealousy? Nah, he thinks it’s funny. Until it isn’t. He’ll laugh, tease you, throw an arm around your shoulders when someone flirts with you—but if that someone doesn’t get the hint? That’s when things get ugly.
He turns possessive real fast. If another guy is flirting with you, he joins in—except now he’s the one whispering in your ear, tugging you closer, making sure everyone in the room knows who you belong to.
You’re his, and he makes sure everyone knows it. He won’t fight over you. He doesn’t need to. Because the moment he flashes that knowing smirk, that you can try, but you won’t win attitude, people back off real fast.
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"You always come here alone?" The guy leans in, all charm and confidence.
You barely have time to react before a warm arm drapes around your shoulders.
"She doesn’t," Mark answers for you, voice dripping amusement. "She’s got me."
The guy tenses, barely masking his annoyance. "Oh. I didn’t realize—"
Mark grins. "Yeah, I figured. You seem real comfortable flirting with my girl."
You glare up at him, but he just winks.
The guy sputters, scrambling for an excuse. Mark doesn’t give him the chance. Instead, he leans down, lips just brushing your ear.
"You like the attention, don’t you?" he murmurs, smug. "That’s cute, babe."
You shove him off. His laughter follows you.
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Sinister Mark
He doesn’t get jealous. He gets insulted. Do they really think they stand a chance? He doesn’t just own you—he dominates every part of your life. Anyone trying to compete is laughable.
His presence alone is enough to send a warning. If someone gets too close, he doesn’t need to start a fight. One look from him is enough to make most people back off. If they don’t? Then they’re in for a very unfortunate fate.
If you’re the one making him jealous, he makes you regret it. He won’t yell. He won’t get visibly mad. But he’ll get quiet. He’ll get cold. And suddenly, you’re left wondering if you just made the biggest mistake of your life.
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The café feels wrong. Too still. Too quiet.
You glance up—and your stomach drops.
Mark stands in the doorway, watching. Expression unreadable.
The guy in front of you is still talking, oblivious. You barely hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat.
Mark doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. But when your eyes meet his, you know.
You excuse yourself so fast it’s almost embarrassing. By the time you step outside, he’s waiting.
"Having fun?" His voice is smooth, almost amused.
You swallow hard. "It wasn’t like that."
He hums, tilting his head. "Wasn’t it?"
A gloved hand reaches up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You shiver.
"You can do whatever you want," he murmurs. "But don’t forget where you belong."
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Unmasked Mark
He doesn’t want to feel jealous. He knows it’s stupid. He knows you aren’t his. But seeing someone else make you laugh, seeing you give them your attention—it kills him.
He gets insecure. He wonders if you’d be happier with someone else. Someone normal. Someone who doesn’t have blood on their hands.
When he gets jealous, he withdraws. He won’t confront you. He won’t start a fight. But he’ll pull away—and suddenly, you’re the one chasing after him.
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You find him on the rooftop, staring at the city.
"Mark," you breathe, stepping closer. He doesn’t turn.
"You looked happy," he says, voice distant.
You frown. "What are you talking about?"
He exhales, rubbing his face. "That guy. Back in the café."
Realization dawns, and you groan. "Are you serious?"
He shrugs. "It’s not a big deal."
"It is a big deal if you’re out here sulking about it."
That finally gets a reaction. He shoots you a glare, but there’s no real anger behind it. Just something tired.
"You don’t have to stay," he mutters.
You grab his wrist before he can leave. "You don’t get to decide that."
His breath catches. Slowly, hesitantly, he looks at you.
You squeeze his hand. "I’m not going anywhere."
For the first time all night, his shoulders relax.
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Omnivincible
Jealousy is irrelevant. Do you really think he’d let someone steal you from him? The thought is laughable. You are his. Not just in body, but in purpose. There is no scenario where he lets another take what belongs to him.
He doesn’t get angry—he gets amused. If someone flirts with you, he watches, curious, like an apex predator watching a clueless creature wander into his den. It’s entertaining.
That doesn’t mean he allows it. If they persist, his patience wears thin. His hand finds your chin, tilts your face toward his. Mine. It’s not a warning—it’s a statement. A universal truth.
He ensures you never feel unsafe. Not because he trusts the world, but because he has made sure no one dares to threaten you. Any potential threat—whether real or imagined—is removed before you even notice.
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The guy across from you leans in, eyes flicking over your face. “Didn’t think someone like you would be here alone.”
You don’t get the chance to reply.
A shadow falls over the table.
Mark is standing behind the guy, arms crossed over his chest. Silent. Unbothered. His presence is total.
The guy doesn’t notice right away. “So, what do you say?” he continues, giving you a grin.
Mark clears his throat—not loud, not dramatic, just enough.
The guy freezes. Then, slowly, he turns his head.
Mark is watching him. Not scowling. Not glaring. Just looking. Completely composed, like he’s already decided how this ends.
The guy lets out a nervous laugh. “Uh… hey, man. You need something?”
Mark blinks at him. “You can leave.”
It’s not a suggestion.
The guy hesitates, glancing at you like maybe you’ll say something—maybe you’ll help.
You don’t.
His throat bobs as he swallows, then he stands, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… I was just heading out anyway.”
Mark doesn’t move until the guy is gone. Then, with a quiet sigh, he slides into the chair across from you, resting his elbow on the table, fingers loosely curled against his chin.
“You attract the worst kinds of people,” he murmurs, amusement flickering in his eyes. Then, after a beat, he smirks.
“…Good thing I got here first.”
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Target/Striped (Emperor) Mark
Jealousy triggers his aggressive side. He’s quick to anger, and if he sees someone flirting with you, he doesn’t just get mad—he gets violent. His jealousy manifests as a fierce need to assert dominance, often leading to confrontations.
He’ll mock you when you’re with others. Calling you lowlife is part of his charm, but it’s also a power play. He relishes reminding you of your supposed weakness, and if someone else shows interest, he’ll amplify that mockery.
He’s loud in his jealousy. When he’s upset, it’s hard to ignore. His voice rises, filled with raw energy and irritation, and he doesn’t care who hears him. He expects you to fall in line—and he’ll make sure you do.
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You’re laughing with friends at the bar when you spot Mark entering. His gaze narrows as he strides over, fists clenched.
“What’s so funny?” he snaps, eyes fixed on you.
You try to explain, but he cuts you off. “Those losers? Seriously?” His voice is loud, drawing attention. “You’re better than this, lowlife.”
“Mark, they’re just being friendly—”
“Friendly? You think they want anything but to take you from me?” He leans closer, intensity radiating from him. “You belong with me. Not them.”
He glares at your friends, making them back off, leaving you feeling trapped between his anger and their confusion.
“Let’s go,” he commands, grabbing your wrist. You don’t argue
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No Goggles Mark
Jealousy leads to chaotic amusement. When he sees someone flirting with you, he can’t help but make a show of it. He might tease the other person, enjoying the absurdity of the situation and pushing their buttons.
He has a playful demeanor, but his mood can shift rapidly. If the flirter doesn’t back off, his tone changes, revealing a more serious side. He’s possessive and won’t hesitate to remind others of that.
His humor masks a deeper intensity. While he enjoys messing with people, the underlying threat is always present. He wants you to know you’re his, and he won’t tolerate anyone else thinking otherwise.
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You’re chatting with a group of friends when you spot Mark leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a playful smirk on his face.
As one of your friends gets a little too flirty, Mark straightens up and walks over, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Oh, look at this! A little flirtation party without me? How daring!”
Your friend laughs, but Mark’s gaze is locked onto the guy leaning in too close. “You really think you can compete with me?”
The guy chuckles nervously, trying to play it cool. “I’m just being friendly.”
“Friendly?” Mark leans closer, a grin still plastered on his face, but his voice drops to a low, serious tone. “Let me make something clear: if you don’t back off, you’re gonna find out how not friendly I can be.”
The shift is instantaneous. The guy’s smile fades, and he takes a step back, sensing the danger lurking beneath Mark’s words.
“Wow, dude, chill,” he stammers, retreating a little.
Mark straightens up again, returning to his playful self as he turns back to you. “See? I told you this would be entertaining.”
You shake your head, trying to hide your amusement. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” he replies, a cocky grin on his face. “But I’m also serious when it comes to you. Let’s get out of here before someone else tries their luck.”
