I’m late to the party but I’d like to request an Invincible fic where the reader is on a picnic date with Mark the summer after high school reminiscing about the past and pondering the future.
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?
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“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.”
“Hey, when we move in together, I’ll do the cooking,” You decided, knocking his shoulder
