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mark in chapter v.

[mymoonisgrey]

twins at the carousel. chapter v.

sum. a reality check followed by a derealization episode

tags. 18+, minors at your own discretion. explicit content, a little headcanon, yearning, angst, slow-burn, character death, cussing, smut, suggestive content, violence. you have violet eyes for lore reasons. may spoil the comics.

chapter IV here.

Mark watched you head inside your house with a frown, his hands tightening around the steering wheel for a brief second before he let out a slow breath. He’d been trying to make this better, in any way he could.

But he understood the root of the problem, and it wasn’t what it’d look like from the surface to anyone else. Like two best friends who had some stupid disagreement and forgot how to talk to each other.

This wasn’t about pride anymore. It wasn’t even about the argument. It was about two hearts that had spent years feeling things neither of them would say out loud. It was taboo, okay.

You guys shouldn’t have had sex together, period. It crossed a fatal line that ruined everything, and it did— and despite knowing the only way he’d ever fix this was by sitting down with you and talking about the one thing you’d both been avoiding…

Except… no.

He wouldn’t.

It felt problematic. Unnecessary.

He was already dealing with enough shit, and opening that conversation would only make things ten times worse— even if it meant mending things with you and having you smile at him again, call him Bean again.

With another sigh, Mark pushed himself off the hood of his car and took to the sky, deciding it’d probably be easier to bury himself in literally anything else than think about you for another second.

“…what’re you doing here?”

William looked up from his laptop with a puzzled frown as Mark awkwardly climbed through the narrow dorm window, muttering a quiet apology after nearly knocking over the tiny fan sitting on the desk.

“…to visit?” Mark offered with an awkward shrug, brushing invisible dust off the sleeves of his sweater as though that somehow made his entrance any less ridiculous.

William only stared at him for a second before slowly shutting his laptop.

“…oooookaaay…” he dragged out, squinting. “what’s with everyone looking at me like i grew a second fucking head today?”

Mark scoffed, dropping his backpack onto the floor before stuffing both hands into his pockets.

“What is it with everyone lately? I’m trying to be around and you all just—”

“Mark.” William cut him off, leaning forward until his forearms rested on his knees. “You pulled away a long fucking time ago. And I’m not talking about the ten months you were gone.” He added quietly, “and i know… i know you’re dealing with so fucking much, i know, but you’ve basically gone off rails.”

Mark opened his mouth almost immediately.

“No, I’m n—”

“Yes.” William interrupted without missing a beat, shaking his head once. “Yeah, you did.”

The room fell quiet. Mark’s brows slowly pinched together as he rubbed the back of his neck, rocking slightly on his heels before his shoulders sagged.

“…Did I?”

William’s expression softened just enough to be noticeable.

“…Yeah.”

Mark stood there for another second before giving up entirely, sliding down the side of William’s bed until he was sitting on the floor, forearms resting over his knees as he dragged both hands over his face.

“I can’t help but feel like my life’s getting fucking worse.” His voice came out quieter than he’d expected. “And I don’t mean on the space nazi side.”

A small laugh escaped William’s nose despite himself.

“…that’s honestly insane that i know exactly what you mean by that.”

Mark smiled for barely a second before it disappeared again. His fingers absentmindedly picked at the loose thread hanging from the cuff of his sweater, his knee bouncing restlessly against the floor.

“…Has…” He hesitated, eyes lingering somewhere between the carpet and the wall. “…Has Pea said anything?”

William frowned. “…About what?”

“I don’t know.” Mark muttered, frustrated with himself already. “Has she been… acting different?”

William thought for a moment, lips pursing as he searched his memory before giving a slow shrug.

“…Not really.”

Mark finally looked up. “What d’you mean, not really?”

“I mean…” William scratched the side of his jaw. “She’s been normal. Quiet, I guess. But that’s kinda… her lately.”

Mark’s gaze dropped back to the floor almost instantly. “huh.” Mark blows out a heavy breath. “…i guess— i dunno, i took her to B.C. where our moms went for like.. a summer getaway, we skipped rocks and what not, she didn’t seem to be in it.” He gestured.

“…no shit.” william replied, shrugging. “reminds her of her mom.”

“yeah I know that but, im trying.” Mark says quietly.

William watches him for a moment, “have you ever thought of something easier, than, y’know, all this?” he gestured with his hands. “maybe, like, hashing it out?”

“fuck no.” Mark breathes out immediately, closing his eyes. “im not ready for that can of worms.”

“well then fuck you man.” william replied, clapping his hands together. “i dunno what to tell you.”

somewhere else, you were looking at Mark, right outside an abandoned school you liked to hang out in with your cousin— something about these places brought you a sense of being grounded, especially looking at carvings on old desks, or the names of students on the walls.

“which one are you?” you ask, gesturing at him with your lollipop, green apple flavored.

“pardon?” Mark says, tilting his head. “Im the ‘fake’ one, if that helps you distinguish between us.” He muttered, his fingers air quoting.

“ah— should you be out?” you replied, a hint of concern in your voice.

He only smiles and sits down on a desk, the creak of metal filling the silence. “honestly? no, but, Cecil thinks being nice to me will keep me on the hook.” he replied, shrugging.

you skeptically watch him before sitting down yourself. “why’re you here?”

“to see you.” he replied immediately, not a thought processed. “duh.”

“why?”

“thought we established that, pea.” He rolled his eyes softly, “i lost my pea and theres one, alive and healthy, roaming around, i can’t help but want to watch.”

“ooh, alive yes, healthy, i doubt it.” you replied quietly, fiddling with the ends of your hair. ‘Mark’ just stared at you and blinked, waiting for you to elaborate.

“the head injury,” you gestured to your head, “i bleed every now and then and i lost my powers, and my irises lost pigment.”

“i noticed.” he nodded, worrying his lip. “violet’s an odd color, but it suits you.” his lips quirked up into a smile, “would’ve liked to see her with those irises.”

“they come with hemorrhaging, and lots of dependency.” you reply with a dry snort.

“do you see me complaining.” he countered, leaning forward, which makes you lean back. something about this version of Mark had you unable to think. unable to press your finger on what is so different about him when he looks… the same.

its a certain gleam in his brown eyes and how easily a smile comes to his face, almost like he had no—

“what’s your life like?” you ask, tilting your head.

“im flattered you’re interested in me.” he laughed softly, shaking his head and reaching out to twirl a lock of your hair around his fingers. “what else besides conquer, kill, occupy, and run the empire, hm?”

“horrible.” you reply.

“only ‘cause you’re brainwashed to think we’re bad, im trying to save everyone.” he murmured.

“by dictating?” you raise your brows.

“sometimes you have to do things to bring order to chaos, humans… they’re.. tsk.” He tutted, shaking his head. “does my face concern you?”

“what?” you breathe, and shake your head. “No.”

“so.. why can’t you look at me. im not him y’know.” he murmured, which makes you grind your molars against each other as you force out the awaited answer, “you’re identical.”

“bingo,” he laughed, low and steady. “im curious, tell me.”

you close your eyes for a moment to think, where would you start? the book is long, and unfinished, and unorganized. if anything, you don’t know which problem started what ‘cause even after the chicago incident, it brought you two closer.

“its… just a case of drifting.” you reply quietly, a mumble. “i can’t even place my finger on it.”

“yes you can.” ‘mark’ replied, his brown eyes memorizing the slope of your nose, your face’s shape, how many lashes sat on your waterline— “s’just me ‘n you.” He murmured.

“…if im being honest,” you mumbled, “maybe around.. a little over a year ago.” You sigh, “when Eve became a permanent figure around us.”

‘Mark’ stayed quiet for a beat, elbows resting against his knees as he watched you stare somewhere past him. There wasn’t any judgment on his face, if anything, there was too much understanding. It almost pissed you off.

“…mm.” He hummed softly, rubbing his thumb against his jaw. “jealous?”

Your brows pinched together almost immediately.

“…no.” You replied.

He only looked at you.

“…okay maybe a little.” You scoffed under your breath, rolling the lollipop around your mouth before pulling it out with an irritated sigh. “not of her. i don’t know her enough to hate her.” You gestured vaguely with the stick between your fingers. “i was jealous of…” You frowned. “…fuck, i dunno.”

“his time?” he offered quietly.

You looked away. “…mm.” You nodded.

“his attention?” he continued, his head tilting ever so slightly.

Another nod escaped you. “…his…” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “…everything.”

The corners of his mouth twitched.

“that’s more honest.” He murmured.

“Lets not.” You muttered almost immediately.

“What?” He asked, genuinely puzzled.

“You keep looking at me like you’re him.”

“I know.” He replied without missing a beat. “I know because you’re looking at me the exact same way she used to.”

Your head snapped toward him. “…what?” You breathed.

“My Pea.” He shrugged carelessly. “she’d stare when she was trying to figure me out.” His smile softened, though there was something almost mournful behind it. “…used to think i couldn’t tell.”

huh.

“You do the same shit.” He added with the faintest smile.

Silence settled between the two of you again, broken only by the wind slipping through the shattered classroom windows. Somewhere down the hall a loose door creaked lazily against its hinges.

“…does it bother you?” You asked quietly after a while.

“What?” He looked at you.

“looking at me.”

He frowned like the question itself was stupid. “Why would it?”

“‘cause i’m not her.”

“No.” He nodded once. “…you’re not.”

Another pause settled between the two of you.

“…but you’re close enough that my chest still does that weird fucking thing every time i look at you.” He admitted, almost absentmindedly.

You blinked.

“…what weird fucking thing?” You asked, unable to stop yourself.

He looked down at his hands for the first time since you’d met him, flexing his fingers once before letting out a quiet laugh through his nose.

“…beats.” He murmured.

Your lips parted, unsure whether to laugh or tell him to fuck off.

The silence stretched between the two of you again, surprisingly comfortable this time. You absentmindedly kicked your feet against the old classroom floor while he looked around the abandoned room, eyes catching on faded math equations still scribbled across the whiteboard and the dozens of carved initials scattered over the desks.

“…humans leave a lot behind.” He murmured, dragging two fingers over a carved heart in the wood before snorting softly. “shit handwriting, too.”

You laughed through your nose. “…yeah.”

“…you miss him.” It wasn’t a question, more like a teeny weeny observation from him. makes sense, he knew how you were programmed, albeit— weirdly? this whole situation blew your mind, as your smile disappeared almost as quickly as it’d come when you processed what he said.

“…every fucking day.” You admitted quietly, peeling the wrapper off your lollipop a little more just to keep your hands busy. “…i think that’s the worst part.”

“What is?” He looked over.

“…missing someone who’s still alive.” you look at your shoes.

His expression didn’t change, If anything, it softened. “…mm.”

A quiet crackle echoed from somewhere beneath the collar of his suit. ‘Mark’s’ eyes rolled so hard you were half convinced they’d disappear into the back of his skull.

“…there goes my parole.” He sighed dramatically, pushing himself off the desk with both hands before dusting imaginary dirt off his suit. “can’t even skip class without the old man’s tracking me. he forgets i can kill him sometimes.”

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. “…you’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been told.” He flashed you one last grin before taking a few steps backward toward the shattered classroom window. Halfway there he stopped, turning back just enough to glance over his shoulder. “…hey.”

you looked up.

“…don’t disappear on me, yeah?” He tilted his head.

Your brows pinched together. “…what?”

He only shrugged. “…mm. forget it.” Then he shot off, a strong gust of wind blowing your hair back, knocking a chair over, and every ounce of dust on the floor flew at you as you shut your eyes.

The room felt strangely empty after that. You stared at the poor chair for another second before looking down at the half-finished lollipop in your hand.

“…weird fucking guy.”

Mark landed a little too hard, the concrete beneath his boots cracking with a dull crunch that made him grimace almost immediately. William’s little talk gave him a reality check his ego wasn’t prepared for so he left, like the fucking idiot he was. “…shit.”

He rubbed a hand down his face, brows pinching together as he stared blankly at the mess he’d made before letting out a slow breath through his nose. His fingers lingered over his mouth for a second, thumb absentmindedly running across his bottom lip.

His phone buzzed. Mark barely looked at it before pulling it out of his pocket.

Eve.

“…yeah?” He answered quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey.” Eve’s voice came through the speaker. “Everything okay?”

Mark raised a brow to himself, glancing off toward nothing in particular before giving a small shrug she couldn’t even see. “…mm. yeah.”

“You sure?”

He scratched absentmindedly at the side of his jaw, jaw flexing once before he nodded to himself. “…just tired.”

“You still coming?” She murmured, “my folks left the house so… i think for once we could have a normal night without my dad terrorizing you.”

Mark looked down at his phone, lips pressing together for the briefest second. “…yeah.” He murmured. “…be there in a minute.” The call ended.

His thumb hovered over the screen instead, drifting almost automatically until your contact filled it.

Mark stared. Raised his brows. Scoffed quietly at himself. “…c’mon, pussy.” he muttered to himself.

His fingers typed before his brain caught up.

did you see the new seance dog teaser?

He read it once, his expression tightening almost instantly before he sucked the inside of his cheek and held backspace until the message disappeared.

“…fuck.” idiot, idiot, idiot. bringing up both of yours’ favourite show to start a conversation?

what happened to when he just COULD converse without a prompt.

Mark squeezed the phone once, hard enough for his knuckles to pale, before shoving it back into his pocket with another tired sigh. He stood there for another second, eyes lingering somewhere over the city skyline, then shook his head once and pushed himself back into the air.

Mark pushed the bedroom window open with the heel of his hand, climbing inside with the same ease he’d done a hundred times before. Except this time there wasn’t the usual crooked grin, or some dumb comment before his feet even touched the floor. His shoulders looked heavier somehow, hoodie hanging off him in a way that made him seem smaller than six foot two had any right to. Eve looked up from her bed, the smile she’d been wearing disappearing almost as quickly as it’d appeared.

“…Mark?” she called, watching him stand there.

He didn’t answer right away, his eyes wandered around the room instead, catching on everything and absolutely fucking nothing. The bookshelf. The lamp. The jacket thrown over her chair. The family photo on her dresser. His brows pinched together almost instinctively before relaxing again, his jaw flexing once as he rubbed at the back of his neck. It was like watching someone search for a thought they knew they had five seconds ago.

“…Mark.” Eve tried again, quieter this time.

“…mm?” His head turned slowly, almost lazily, like she’d pulled him back from somewhere he hadn’t realized he’d drifted into, but his brown eyes remained away, elsewhere.

She frowned. “You’ve been standing there for like…” she glanced toward the window before looking back at him. “…a minute.”

“…have i?” his question came out genuine, as he rubbed his neck slowly. that was the part that unsettled her, how oozy doozy he looked.

Mark looked around the room again, almost embarrassed, rubbing both hands over his face before dragging one through his hair hard enough to leave half of it sticking up. He let out a tired breath through his nose, shoulders rising with it before falling just as heavily. “…sorry.”

Eve climbed off the bed slowly, stopping a couple feet away from him. She didn’t touch him. Didn’t think she should. Something about the look on his face told her he was wound too tight, like one wrong movement would send him somewhere else entirely.

“…what happened?” she asked carefully.

Mark opened his mouth. Nothing. Everything. Fuck off. His eyes drifted toward the window behind him. Then the floor. Then somewhere over her shoulder. Anywhere but her.

“…i dunno.” He shrugged. His voice barely carried, he frowned almost immediately afterward, annoyed with himself, rubbing hard at his forehead before letting his hand slide down over his mouth. “…fuck.”

Silence swallowed the room, Eve watched him chew the inside of his cheek, his fingers refusing to stay still for more than a second. They kept tugging at the cuff of his sleeve, then rubbing against his thumb, then disappearing into the pocket of his hoodie before coming back out again. Even standing still, he couldn’t seem to settle into his own body.

“…did something happen with…” She hesitated just long enough to regret asking. “…with her?”

Mark lazily hummed and only stared at the floorboards between his feet, lips parting ever so slightly before pressing together again. His throat bobbed once.

Eve shut her eyes for a brief second, letting out a quiet breath through her nose before looking back at him. “…Jesus Christ, Mark.”

He finally looked up, confuzzled, almost offended if anything, “…what?”

“i asked you a question,” Eve said, raising a ginger brow at him. “Are you—”

“what movie are we watching?” Mark cut her off, toeing his shoes off with the heel of the other one, missing entirely and sending it into the side of her dresser with a dull thud. “woops— sorry,”

Eve’s eyes twitched a little bit, “okay can you tell me whats going on with you?”

“Nothing!” He snapped, rubbing his face. “Just noth-nothing, okay, im having a bad day, y’know, ptsd or whatever, can we just watch the fuck-awful movie?” He gestured to her laptop as he climbed onto her bed and flopped down.

Eve blew out an exasperated breath and nodded, setting up the movie from an illegal website and lying down beside him.

and no, if you thought Mark was paying attention, no.

“…where do you think they’re gonna go?” She gestured to the protagonists of the movie, her nails scratching his forearm lightly.

“Violet.” Mark mumbled mindlessly.

Eve lifted her head and furrowed her brows drastically at him, “what?” She muttered, confused.

“Huh?” Mark blinked. “Sorry, i-i meant Canada.” He replied, nodding mindlessly.

“Huh?” Eve narrowed her eyes. “…Mark we’re watching the hunger games.”

Mark blinked. oh okay.

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hai hai haaaiiiii could you dooo maybe viltrumite mark x viltrumite reader hcs!!!! please!!!! maybe one of them defects or something oooooooo

Viltrumite Mark/(Viltrumite) reader HCs

Summary: Viltrumite Mark and Viltrumite reader woah. GN reader. A/N: Gah this is a smidge short only so much I can do in headcanon form haha but I do quite like writing viltrumites it's a fun culture. I may have to take a brief break from requests next week because JJK is mauling me sighs writing something about it might get it out of my system so I can get back to Invincible but it might also make it worse. lol. WC:807

Viltrum’s population is low, obviously. so every viltrumite is at least aware of one another if not familiar, and the only two viltrumites to be born after the scourge virus are certainly going to be aware of each other. Even if Mark barely counts as one.

You were a proper pure blooded viltrumite and when Mark first left earth he was admittedly kind of terrified of you. He was pretty scared of all the viltrumites but because of your younger ages you were the only one that hunted him down for ‘training’ (Aside from his father but he had the decency to go easy on him), that always felt like a more one sided beat down than anything with his lack of actual combat experience. You had the courtesy to wait for him to heal between sessions at least.

Once Mark grew up enough to actually fight back he came to appreciate your company, it didn’t really progress past training with some banter and occasionally some pointers passed between the two of you but you’re viltrumites, it’s the closest thing to friendship either of you are ever gonna get.

If/when Mark develops a crush on you he has no idea, even if he wasn’t terribly emotionally repressed (as viltrumites are!) he’s too stupid to even know what a crush is, viltrum lacks any bit of romance outside of reproduction. He thinks it’s just a strong comradeship, just buddies being pals especially if you’re another guy.

Secretly Mark does look up to you, you’re a lot more confident than he is, you don’t have to prove yourself as a viltrumite, you don’t have anything else tainting your blood. You’re powerful, cool, and as nice to be around as another viltrumite can be. But all of that makes it much more surprising when you’re the one to defect on the mission you were sent on together. 

Once he was grown enough to take on his own missions Mark was sent back to Earth to actually take it over, he assumes he was sent specifically because he had been there before but he barely remembers anything. You were sent to earth with him, he assumes this is because he’s technically from Earth but again he remembers nothing from the first time he was there and feels no attachment to the planet. 

Humans aren’t strong enough to tank a light shove from a viltrumite and they don’t have any fancy armor to compensate which makes this more of a diplomatic mission, talk to whoever's in charge, lay out the terms, destroy a few cities if they refuse, and that's all there is to it. You left Mark to deal with the negotiations, which wasn’t very nice of you. 

You had time to kill while he was sorting that out, you still couldn’t do anything interesting, no excuse for mindless destruction when it’d only dwindle the planet’s resources. You ended up wandering through the nearest human city, your clothes stand out a bit but much less than you did on most other planets, they didn’t even know about viltrumites!

It was interesting, you’d always been a soldier, either taking orders from your higher ups, striking fear into lesser species, or occasionally fighting alongside someone of the same rank (Mark, Mark is the only person on rank with you.) so the casual atmosphere was strange. Once you got adjusted to the fact no one was trying to lower your guard for an attack the whole thing was rather nice actually. 

Are those second thoughts about a mission you’re having? Well that’s no good!

Mark wasn’t quite sure what to say when he found you indulging in some pointless earth activity, he’s not sure he’d ever seen you so… relaxed. He was beginning to consider the planet having some sort of gas leak. You did manage to convince him not to start on mindlessly destroying the planet just yet. 

Now he would never admit this, but Mark was getting a bit worried about you, he’d never seen you back away from a fight. He could maybe rationalize it with the fact it would barely be a fight but you spent a good chunk of your childhoods jumping him so that clearly isn’t the case. But he’ll go along with it for a bit, the two of you aren’t in too much of a rush.

It’s a lot more of a problem when you start to actually align yourself with humanity, Mark should kill you, that’s what you do with a viltrumite when they become a traitor. The issue is, he doesn’t really want to do that, he’s pretty sure he’d lose and he doubts he would be happy even if he did win. 

Deciding what to do gets a lot harder when you start trying to convince him to betray viltrum with you.

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Right There... Sinister Mark x Neighbor!Reader (AMAB Smut)

My bad y'all! Shit be a hot hot minuet since we got this one and I know I keep saying it, it this series is NOT dead! I promise you that I fully intend to get all the variants we've got covered their AFAB and AMAB smut scenes!

TW: Biting, blood consumption, dirty talk, dry humping, slight orgasm denial, mild mind break, breath play, choking, and no hands orgasms.

Pt.1 , Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Sinister AMAB Obvs +18 only!

His words linger heavily in the air as he brings his lips to the side of your neck, a whiff of an almost familiar cologne grazes your nostrils as he dips his head low. A quick sharp pang rings through you when he latches onto your neck, his teeth digging into the tender flesh while one hand roughly grips your hip to keep you pinned to the tree. A shaky pained yelp slipping from you, your head craned to the side as you try in vain to pull yourself from him. The weak attempt is only met with a cruel chuckle that stirs in Mark’s throat before he lets go. The pull back is nearly as painful as the bite because he throws his head to the side, making sure to nip the already agitated skin near the puncture site as he recoils. 

You could tell he broke the skin and that you’re bleeding, the little bit of blood that coats your skin gives a vague warmth. With a shaky hand you reach to touch the new wound, and when your fingers brush against the abused skin you flinch away, another soft cry leaving you as you do. 

Your breath unsteady as your chest heaves, your sight slightly blurry as tears collect in them but you do manage to focus enough on ‘Mark’ to notice the crimson painting his lips. Your eyes are wide and you struggle to swallow the lump in your throat as you look him over. Besides the alt colors of the suit you would never know by looking at him that this isn’t your Mark. The tuft of pitch black hair that’s on full display from the top of his suit, the toned definition of his muscles, and even the body language is close to the Mark you usually know. If you ignore the bite he gave to your neck, you might be convinced that this could be your Mark, until your eyes slowly drag back up to his face. 

Lips that are curled into a tight, thin smile. A small trail of your blood running down from the corner of his mouth as he watches, his tongue poking out from the corner to steal another taste of you as studies you. His interest piqued but he isn’t quite sold on you yet. 

You taste like his. You look like his. But he needs to know you can take him like his. Like he trained his version on you to do. He needs to know if you’re even worth wasting more fun on. 

The modest tilt of his head and his unwavering attention almost lull you into a false sense of safety. The strong hand on your hip holding you in place feels like something you’d only ever imagined Mark doing. The rough bark of the tree that you’re pinned against digs into your back roughly as you shuffle your weight. Your knees weak and your shoulders already ache from the tension you've been holding in your body since this encounter started. 

“Wh-Why?” Your voice comes across as far too meek for your liking, reading as if you’ve already resigned yourself to being his without much fight but that’s far from the truth. 

“You told me to ‘bite you’. So I did. I gave you what you asked for.” Mark’s free hand comes up to the side of your face, his gloved fingers brushing close to your ear as his thumb toys with the corner of your mouth. The smallest amount of pressure is all it takes for him to pry it open, slipping the unwelcomed digit into your mouth. 

You let out a distressed gag, your tongue immediately recoiling from the intruder as you wrap your hands around his arm. You try to pull him off of you but he’s unmoving, your garbled words that somewhat resemble pleas fall on deaf ears. 

“Now, let's see if you give me what I want.” It’s said in such a steely voice that it sends a shiver down your spine before he continues. 

His thumb glides along the bottom row of your teeth on the side as his fingers change their position to mercilessly grab hold of your mandible. His expression unchanging as you struggle in his hold. One of your hands shoots out towards his face, your nails weakly digging against his skin but they don’t even leave scratches. 

His gaze is fixed squarely to your face. He takes in the view before him as if he’s so uninterested. He doesn’t crack wise or a smile as he watches you come undone because of him. 

The panic that falls over you takes total control. Tears spill from your eyes as a string of fearful whines come from you. As you struggle against the tree, you kick the dirt and rocks around the tree from around you. Your trashing does nothing but remind you just how powerless you are against him.  With widening eyes you feel his grip tighten ever so slightly as you struggle, another pained cry leaving you before your fight or flight kicks in. You blink the tears in your eyes away and you choke back the cries in your throat as you try to steel your nerves. 

Your fingers curl under his mask as you tug it to the side, it doesn’t come off but it's enough to get him to focus back in on your eyes. His gaze had never left you but it had wandered back down to that little possessive mark he gave you on your neck. The skin still red and angry as the blood slowly dried against your flesh. Though once his eyes travel back up to meet yours he’s greeted with a more appetizing sight.

Instead of fear, fury is shown in your eyes. Your brows furrowed and your mouth curved into the best scowl you could manage. You lift your leg to try and kick his stomach, your foot colling with his sturdy frame but he doesn’t budge. With your back against the tree, you try and force distance with your foot still pressing into his lower half. You pull your leg back just to kick him in the crotch but still get no reaction visibly. Despite the forced thumb, you practically spit at him as you speak. 

“Fu-ghck yeow” 

It’s a garbled curse but he can make it out easily between the hate burning in your eyes and the venom dripping from your words. 

“THAT’S WHAT I FUCKING WANT!” Between the aggressively excited declaration, the pressing of his knee to your crotch, and the hand that once held your hip now having punched a 5 inch hole into the trunk of the tree beside your head you’re more than a little taken aback. 

A wicked low cackle rings through your ears as he brings his head back to your neck, his thumb still poised in your mouth and his hand still gripped round your jaw as he forces you to look to the side. 

“I was ready to snap that pretty little neck of yours.” His words pull another shiver of fear that runs down your spine but you bury it before he continues. “I hate when you look like a pussy. All whiney and teary eyed. It’s so fucking BORING!” He gives another quick nip to your neck before he grabs hold of the lobe of your ear with his teeth, grinding the little flab of flesh between his teeth as he pulls his fist from the tree and presses it against your chest, applying just enough pressure to knock the wind out of you. 

Coughing between breath being forced from you and the thumb still tucked on your mouth, you’re barely able to regain yourself before he lets go of your ear to whisper something in your ear as his hand travels slowly down your body. 

“I hate it when you look at me like you’re scared…” His words trail off as his tongue swipes out to take a generous lick of the blood that’s collected on your neck, a pleasure filled hum leaving him before he finishes that thought. 

“I love it when you look at me like you hate me!” His words cut with his fingers forcing themselves down your pants, hand running over the crotch from the outside as he gives you a quick squeeze.

Arching your back, you try to move away from his hand but he doesn’t let you. Instead he pulls back his head from your neck and finally removes his thumb from your mouth, bringing the wet digit to his own lips to give it a quick taste. 

A strained cough leaves you as your face darkens with a blush, your lips tightening to a scowl when you feel him give you another testing squeeze. 

“You know, you might actually be a little bigger than my version of you.” Another rough squeeze earns him a groan that you couldn’t hold back. You feel a sliver of shame growing inside you when it slips out, especially since he seems to take it as license to do more.  “That’s that voice I want. I’m gonna need you to start fucking participating or this is going to get boring quick.”

“Get-get your hands off of me!” 

“That’s a start.” Mark forces the two of you closer, his hand hooking around the leg you’d kicked him with to hold it up more. Your weight now supported between the tree you’re against, the single shaky leg you've still got planted on the ground, and him… His hand digging into the fabric of your pants and into your flesh as he holds you. 

“Let go…” It’s a warning. One that he knows he doesn’t need to heed. 

“Aww, look at you trying to be all tough! That’s the kind of attitude I LOVED fucking out of you.” 

Your glare is unwavering as you watch him, the uptick of the corners of his mouth forming a wicked smile. The dried blood from your neck coats his mouth and chin as he watches you struggle against him. The whole time his dick only gets harder and harder. Between the hatred emitting off of you and the sheer amount of time since that last time he’d had you, he’s not exactly eager to show some patience. 

“Why do you want me!? I’m not yours!” Your voice struggles to sound sincere, the way he’s caressing your dick from outside your pants is distracting you but you try in earnest to carry some vitriol in your words. 

“I don’t care whose you are. You’re going to be mine.”

“No! No, I’m not! You’re not my fucking type, you psycho!” 

Despite the mask, you can see his face harden when he registers your words but you don’t care. You’d rather die than than give this fucker the satisfaction of claiming you.

“I don’t like you! I don’t want you! You’re not my Mark and I’m NEVER going to be yours! I bet whatever version of me YOU had was a total fucking loser who just faked everything!” 

“Shut up.” It’s a stern word of warning, one that unfortunately you decide to ignore.

“I will never think about you instead of him.” 

There’s a quick twitch to his nose when you say that, one that you barely get to register before he’s wrapped a hand round your neck. His fingers and thumb digging into either side of your throat. The hand that was against your groin is the one he forced against your throat, the one that’s held your leg still where it was before. 

You let out a rough cough, your voice straining as you barely manage out another jeer. “Yo-You’re not-not as hot…Ye-ach! Yellow and black…isn’t go-good-good…on Mark.” 

He tightens his hold on your throat just a little, making sure to not go too hard because he wants you conscious. He wants you awake. He wants you aware. 

He waits for a second, relishing how warm your skin feels even through the gloves, drinking in how the calmed hatred in your eyes contradicts the panicked scratching and attempted prying to his hand. 

If you aren’t going to think about him instead of the loser you know then he’s going to do something incredibly cruel. 

“Then I’m going to ruin this face for you.” 

Mark floats for a second, repositioning himself infront of you properly as he kicks your legs apart further. He forces you to properly hook your one leg around him before he lets go of your throat, the hand that was wrapped around your neck now mimicking the other hand to force your other leg around his waist. 

“Hey-What-waht are you doing?!” Your confusion only grows when he reaches up to quickly rip off his mask, shaking his head slightly as he does so his hair settles faster. 

“I told you. I’m going to ruin his face for you.” 

Instead of soft, caring and playful eyes like you’re used to from Mark you’re met with intensity that borders on the sadistic. 

You never admitted it but you always found Mark incredibly handsome…You on more than one occasion had to cover for yourself when William saw your eyes lingering on Mark just a little too long. You constantly had to bury those feelings you'd slowly been growing for Mark over the years so as not to upset the friendship you’d created. But every once in a while, all those what if scenarios would plague your mind. 

What if you told him? What if he told you? What if you had just once chance with him? What would you do if he pinned you against the wall? 

All those self-indulgent thoughts are nothing compared to what’s happening now. 

You’re too lost in thought to realize what he’s doing. Your eyes wide as you focus on the beautiful man in front of you, the way he tilts his head back just enough so he’s looking down at you when he slowly grinds himself against you, his shoulders square as he arches his back to press against you harder. 

A quick gasp leaves you, your eyes clenched shut as he starts to rut against you. You tilt your head forward as you bite back a moan. You can feel just how hard he is as he presses against you, your own growing need unmistakable to him as well.

“You’re getting harder.” There’s a callousness in his voice that sends a chill through you. 

“Sh-shut up…” Your voice is low as you struggle to hide your growing need from him. You writhe in between him and the tree, your back arching as you let a small moan slip from you . 

You can’t see the proud smirk he gives you but you can tell he was emboldened by your voice. Strong hands hold you in place as he floats a little off the ground, the twigs under his boots snapping as he shifts lightly before he rises. The tent in his suit grows when you let another small mewl escape you as you feel him quicken the pace of his rocking hips. Your hands struggle to find something to grab hold of that feels right and you subconsciously make the choice to drape them over his shoulders. 

“And you thought you’d get away with being such a fucking brat.” He gives a rough snap of his hips, chuckling when he sees your eyes flutter open as you tilt your head back, your hair messy and dirtied by you thrashing it against the bark of the tree. 

“AH! Fu-Fuc…” Your chest heaves as you feel him continue his rutting, the continuous rolling of his hips encouraging your own growing desires as you let your mind wander. You can feel the inside of your underwear is getting wet with precum, his relentless bully only working you over and over more. Your throbbing erection begs for more attention but you aren’t willing to give him the win and he’s got no intention of rewarding your bad behaviour. 

“I know you love this. You get off so quickly with dry humping…It makes you feel like you’re getting away with being a naughty little bitch, doesn’t it?” His voice is low as he speaks, he leans forward to give you a quick kiss but you deny him. Your head thrashing to the side again to avoid his lips but he captures them anyway, giving you a brisk but rough french kiss as he forces his tongue in your mouth. 

You moan into the kiss, bucking your lips against him as you finally start accepting the pleasure he’s giving you. You let his tongue probe around your mouth, teasingly running your own wet appendage over his before he gives a quick corrective nip to your lip.With every pass of his tongue over yours and every thrust of his hips, he can feel you getting more and more undone. He knows you’re getting into this, he can tell by the way you’re aching your back. The way your soft moans are muffled by the kiss as he reconnects your lips with his over and over again, each time he pulls away you’re leaning forward, trying to keep the contact going for just a second more. 

You’re getting too cocky…

“I had to fuck my version of you into submission and I’m not above doing it to you too!” He forces himself against you roughly, his chest suddenly pressed into yours and you lock your legs behind his back without a second thought. He rewards your surprisingly submissive act by replacing the quick thrusts of his hips with a deep, leisurely pace instead. 

His version of you was always more turned on by the teasing, the back and forth, the quick and sharp motions suddenly being undone when he decides to force you to beg, the pure degradation that comes with benign his personal little fuck toy. He never lets you feel like you’re in charge…and you both like it that way. 

You’d only ever dreamed about Mark doing this to you, forcing you to submit to him, dominating you every conceivable way. So now you’ve got this fierce and borderline cruel version of him...Are you even sure you want him to stop anymore?

Your hands ball into fists in his cape, the article catching the wind as he slowly drags his hips up and down against you.  Each pass of his hidden erection to yours only serves to push you closer to your end. You’re wildly aware of how quickly you changed your tune about him but it isn’t you fault, he…he’s just too pretty. Too demanding and controlling. Too domineering in the way you need.

But worst of all?

He’s just too Mark. 

The quick pants of air you hear from him, the way you catch his head tilting to the side more often to the left than the right, the lust filled moans that sound just like the way you imagined them countless times before. The thing that really does it though? His voice…All those terribly raunchy things you want Mark to say to you? The harsh words of degradation that only make your cock ache for his touch more? The things that your Mark would never dare say to you because he’d never want to hurt your feelings?

Well, this one has no such reservations. 

“God, I bet you’d take me so well…You’re already acting like a bitch in heat, I won’t even have to train you, will I? You’d take Daddy’s cock ten times then still beg for another round, wouldn’t you?” He isn’t expecting an answer but he’s pleasantly surprised when he gets one, even if it’s just you pathetically mewling out his name. 

“I-I…Ma-Mark…” You roll your hips in time with his, trying to urge him to quicken the pace by squeezing your legs around his waist, but he keeps in time with his slow rhythm. 

“You’re so fucking close, aren’t you? You want me to reach down your pants and give that little cock of yours something to cum into, don’t you?” 

You nod weakly as you look up at him with pupils blown. He isn’t blushing, he isn’t breaking a sweat, and he’s barely even reacting to you as he toys with you. You on the other hand? Your face is flush, your lips are slightly parted as you let quick moans and pants slip past them, and your back is dramatically arched as you try to goad him into playing with you more. 

He gives you one last deep thrust before he stops his movements all together. Your pride goes out the window as you let out a desperate whine, you look up at him confused with your mouth agape. 

“Wh-why’d you stop!?” 

“Finish yourself.” He still holds you but he’s not moving a muscle.

“Wh-what?” You lick your lips hesitantly, your mouth achingly dry so you got to kiss him again only for him to be the denier this time. 

“No kissing. No more help. No more rewards. Finish yourself.” It’s a demand that he knows you’re going to follow. He’s scoured and memorized every inch of your body. He knows any and everything that’ll undo you. And he knows you’re way too close to your orgasm to deny yourself the pleasure. 

You start slower than before. Dragging your aching cock against him to the best of your abilities while he has you pinned with your legs up. There’s so many layers of separation between your erections but you don’t let that stop you, your hips quickening their pace as you chase your orgasm. Each pass of your hips you try a new angel, a new moan, or anything that’ll entice Mark to rejoin in the fun. 

“Faster.” A swift correction that you’re happy to listen to. You buck your hips against him, your eyes finally landing back on his face after you closed them to imagine your own Mark and you having this moment. Again, instead of those soft sweet eyes, you’re met with a pair of intense orbs that look at you with nothing but disdain…And you can’t bring yourself to stop. 

Your eyes are locked with his as you hump against him, your legs tight around his waist while your arms cling to him. He saw through your fake tough act, knowing you’d become his favorite little toy in dimension. And he sees through you now. 

“Go on. Do it.” 

“Oh-Oh god…Fuck! Mark!” Your voice wavers as your rhythm slowly fades into erratic and frenzied thrusts, the obvious wet spot that’s formed on your pants from your precum presses into the tent of Mark’s suit, the hero finally letting a small moan out when he feels the warmth. Your lewd moans echo off into the woods as you let yourself be overcome by your pleasure. You thrash against him as you cum in your pants, the spot on your pants darkening as the cum seeps into the fabric as you work yourself through your orgasm. Your hands having quickly shot to his head so your fingers could lace themselves in his dark hair as you pulled yourself closer, struggling to catch your breath as you shutter against him.

He lets you ride out the high but once he thinks you’re done, he brings hand down to pat against your shaking leg to tell you it’s time to let go of him. You slowly unlock your legs from him, he has to catch you as your legs give out the second you put weight on them. You’re slumped against the tree as you sit on the ground, you grimace and shift uncomfortably as you feel the wetness in your pants, another small influx of shame slowly dawns as you as your senses work their way back to you. 

You close your eyes to try and steal a moment of rest but you feel a tight tug from your hair, your eyes fluttering open to look back up at Mark who’s got your hair pulled tightly in his hand. 

“Who the fuck said you were done?”

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"What the fuck is wrong with you huh!"

Calling you upset would be an understatement you were livid, you were so close to killing him.

"I can explain-"

you cut him off before he can continue.

"explain what?"

The words started flowing out of your mouth, all the pent up emotions coming out all at once, you didnt even notice you voice cracking.

"-Why you just left without telling me, how I had to find out for other people where my boyfriend was, or maybe, just maybe how ever since you got your powers...you don't have time for me"

you were hurt as much as you wanted to put yourself in his shoes, you just couldn't do it.

as much as you know it's his job. you just feel so insignificant in his life you can't even help him, and sometimes those feelings cloud your judgment.

"I-I'm sorry"

gosh he sounded like a kicked puppy, now you feel like a bad girlfriend, you can't even be his safe place when he needs you.

"Mark, I-I'm sorry, I was being too harsh, I know you would have texted or called when you had gotten the time"

you take a deep breath you look at him and he cant even look at you, you made him feel so ashamed of himself.

you take a few steps towards him, you lift your hand to caress his face.

"sit, let me heal you."

Fuck you feel like an awful girlfriend.

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offical pt.2 of this blurb

pairing: Mark Grayson x hero!reader

summary : you get to know Mark more after you both pair up for a project

tags : fem reader, cat noir and ladybug type pinning, a bit ooc? mark being a dork, reader and mark both being a mess.

notes: 2.k words..I'm ngl I lowk didn't proofread the whole thing bc I waa too excited to get this out so apologies in advance if anything LMFAO

Your body was still sore from last week, your back still aching after getting thrown into a building wasn’t exactly ideal especially when your professor reminds you that you have a project coming up that would determine your whole grade for the semester. Your eyes were heavy and as much as you were trying to pay attention, everything was blurring together. 

“Alright, since I felt like being nice… it’ll be group project. It’ll be groups of three but since we have an uneven number there will be one group of two.” The professor announced to everyone while he was cleaning up his desk. “Get to introducing yourselves and all that jazz,” he mumbled as  he focused on putting his stuff away.

Your head shot up and quickly scanned the room, everyone in their own cliques as they’ve spent way more time than you getting to know everyone around here. A few seats across from you, you catch your raven haired dream boy also looking around lost. His brown eyes met yours and you swear your heart skipped a beat when he did. His face lit up as he gave you that dreamy smile you dream about as he raises his hand to get your attention. 

Once the interaction registers in your brain, you quickly shoot him a smile as you wave, doing your best to not show that you are absolutely freaking out right now. Mark comes up beside you, and your trying your absolute best to not pay attention to the way his face is perfectly sculpted or the way he’s practically towering over you right now-

“Wow you look…” his eyes examine your face with a concerned look as his brows slightly furrow. 

You snap out of your daydream embarrassed and fix your dorky smile. “Like shit?” you sigh tilting your head up at him. 

He smirks while looking away, rubbing his neck like he’s trying to figure out the right words to say. “I was gonna say rough, but I guess we can say that too,” he chuckles as he looks back at you. You immediately wish you were granted with the power of time so you could go back in time to make yourself look nicer before walking into class. 

You run your hands over your face as you let out a tired groan trying your best to wake up. 

Mark sits down next to you placing down his stuff as he sits back in his chair. “Long night?” He asks. 

You snicker at the question as you throw your head back. “More like a long week,” you mumble before looking over at him. 

He laughs as he slumps forward to rest his head in his hand. “Yeah…you can say that again,” he says raising his brows in agreement and a soft smile. 

You both sit in silence for a bit, both of you trying to figure out what to say next before he clears his throat and sits up straight. “So I was thinking that maybe we could work together— since y’know seems like we’re the only ones left.”

Working with Mark? Spending time with Mark and possibly being able to exchange numbers so you guys can talk and hang out?

You sit in your chair nicely as you move loose hair from your face. “Oh uh— yeah of course! I’m so down,” you say with a little too much excitement that you’re praying he doesn’t notice. 

He smiles before taking out his phone to open his contacts. “Here, give me yours and I’ll give you mine so I can text you later,” he says, handing over his phone. 

You stumble to open your phone before handing it over to him. You both type in your numbers before switching back phones as class ends. He looks at the contact before getting up from his seat. “Thanks! I’ll see you later y/n!” He smiles as he walks off, the sound of a few small charms following him that you can’t seem to make out.

 With all the bullshit you’ve dealt with the past few weeks, the bruises, the bloody noses and the aching back, you left class feeling a few found relief. Everything seemed more colorful and you swear the birds were singing your favorite song, but you just can’t believe you were able to snag Marks number and have him say your name so sweetly.

Great things happen after all. 

That week you got to know Mark a lot better. You had gone from never speaking, to sitting next to one another and talking about little things like what song your listening to, making references to see if the other one catches it, to even working in the library and chatting with his best friend William and his boyfriend. It was nice to really get to know his character, taking in the small details of who he was. Now what you thought was just normal infatuation to get yourself through the day is now a full blown crush.

Today you decided to do some work for your other classes in a little cafe. You have headphones in listening to your music as you peacefully enjoy your drink before you see a man sprinting down the block with a silver suitcase. You stand up as you watch to see what direction he’s going in as cars of police chase him down. You groan as you close your laptop and put your drink down, sucking your teeth because this means you’ll probably have to procrastinate those assignments later.

Before you begin to run out the cafe to get into your suit , you get a notification on your phone and it’s a text from Mark.

Mark :) : Heyy y/n, wanna come over to work on our project?

Your heart pounds as you view the text. You look down the block to see the police still after the man and then back down at your phone. It’s just one guy…plus the police handle petty little crimes like that anyways so it’s not thatttt big of a deal…

Yeah that’s cool! When do you want me over?

Mark :) : Mmm in like an hour?

You like the message as you quickly collect your belongings to rush back home to get yourself ready.

You made it to the address and your heart is thumping so loud you’re genuinely afraid he might hear it. You played with your hoodie anxiously as you physically tried to prepare yourself to knock on his door. It’s not like you haven’t hung out with Mark, you’ve been hanging out all week just not with only him…and at his house…in his room.

You take a deep breath as you bring your hand up to knock before you hear the door open. Mark suddenly appears before you making you jump at the appearance. “You scared the shit out of me,” you gasped before slowly relaxing your shoulders.

He laughs as he leans against the doorway. “I saw you just standing outside for like 5 minutes, it was kinda freaking me out I thought there was something wrong,” he says teasingly as he raises his brow.

Your heart drops to your stomach and you frantically search for an excuse to come up with to not look like a total creep. “I was scared I got the wrong house or something…didn’t want to knock and some random freaks out on me,” you huff feeling embarrassed.

He was wearing a deliciously snug white T along with some grey sweats. It was taking everything in you to not notice the way his shirt hugged his biceps or the way the waistband of his sweats were low enough to catch the waistband of his boxers.

“I guess you’re lucky this time then,” he says with a smirk before letting you inside.

As you took off your shoes you couldn’t help but take in the interior of his house. “Your place is gorgeous oh my god..” you say as you place your shoes by the door.

“Well my mom does real estate so I guess you could say she has an eye for interior design also,” he shrugs as he leads you upstairs to his room.

With each step you feel like you could throw up and explode. Just being in the same room alone makes it hard for you to function but to actaully be in the same room alone is a whole other battle you're going to have to face. He leads you in his room and the whole place smells like him. Small hints of his cologne and fresh laundry scent linger in the air, making you dizzy. He has a few posters on his walls showcasing his interests and figurines up on a shelf.

He makes his way to the edge of his bed where all of his work is laid out along with his computer. "Make yourself comfortable, you can sit here if you want or anywhere you feel comfortable with," he smiles as he sits on the edge of his bed, opening up his laptop. You make your way to sit in the chair near his desk and take out your belongings. You roll around his room in his chair while you both work, talking about dumb things as you try to settle your nerves.

"Y/n do you have those notes? I don't think I got them and I'm really not trying to read through these encyclopedias right now," he asks as he watches you look around his room.

You kick yourself as you make your way back towards his desk, "I should, I think I left them over here..." you respond as you tap your nails on your keyboard. As you go to search, you look at the various posters and pictures near his desk before your eyes focus on one that looked too familiar.

“Is that…do you have a poster of h/n?” You say widening your eyes as you stare at the poster of you near his desk. On his desk you realize he has what look like small photocards of you hitting different poses. It was from some comic-con event you forgot they hosted. You tense at the realization before looking back over at him.

He quickly looks at the poster completely forgetting it was there before looking back at you, slightly embarrassed at you recognizing it. “Uhh…I can explain?” He says bashfully.

You lift your hands as you chuckle at the way he looks like he’s preparing to be humiliated. “Hey this is a safe place, it’s just I knew you were a comic nerd, but I didn’t know you would be into actual superheroes like h/n,” you said, smirking as you crossed your arms.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He pouts as he puts his hands back to lean back on his bed.

“Well it’s not like she’s apart of any major league or anything…I would assume you’d have like maybe an Invincible one or Atom Eve.” You say, shrugging as you spin in his chair.

He snickers at your response as he opens his mouth like he’s about to speak before quickly closing it, like he’s choosing what to say. “I mean sure I guess they’re cool—especially Invincible, but I don’t know… I just really admire what she does and I think her powers are pretty cool too,” he says with a smirk as he looks off to the side.

Being at your crushes house is one thing, but also finding out that your crush admires you and also have merch? You can’t help but try to hide your hard smile.

You look back at your laptop to try and gain your composure. “I mean I get it, I used to secretly fan over some heroes too,” you say nonchalantly as you begin to type something down.

He looks back at you before also looking back down at his laptop. “Like who? Immoral?” He asks while biting back a laugh.

You gag as you lift your head back to look at him. “That dudes literally been alive since like the prehistoric era. I mean, heroes like Omniman or something.”

He freezes and his eyes go wide as he slowly glances up. “…why??” he asks in disbelief as he looks at you like you just gave him the worst take.

“Well like before he was evil and everything, I mean did you see the muscles on that man? Especially his ass in all of those news photos—“

“Stop talking; your privileges just got taken away .” He groans in disgust before he gets to typing away.

“Oh c’mon… I thought this was a safe place? Plus it’s not like your hero of choice is all that either,” you say, rolling your eyes as you roll your chair closer to him.

He looks up at you crazy before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to regain his composure. “First of all, not that safe,” he says, pushing his hand out in your direction as the other puts his laptop to the side to grab his phone. “Second of all, you genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says as he pulls up a fan edit and holds it up to your face proudly.

You stare at the edit, looking at slowed down clips of yourself from press interviews and fight clips that honestly surprises you by how good for body looks in these different angles. You feel your face heating up as you look back at him to see him watching the video also with a smirk of “I know right?” before you squint back at the screen.

“Do you have that video saved?”

He pulls back his phone as he purses his lips. “Don’t worry about that,” he says flatly as he puts it away.

You take this as an opportunity to tease him and to maybe boost your own ego at the same time. You laugh as you lean back in your chair. “Oh so you’re one of those. Didn’t know you had a thing for mysterious faceless women who give other people a hard time,” you tease, tilting your head to the side.

His ears turn pink and he lets out a huff as he slouches over because suddenly the assignment is much more interesting now than it was before.

You giggle as you sway side to side, enjoying the reactions you’re able to pull from him just talking about yourself. “It’s just wouldn’t you want to get to know her first, before putting her on your walls—“

“God you seriously have no idea.” He whines as he lets himself fall back on his bed. He brings his hands up to his face, slowly dragging them down before letting them fall to his sides. “I swear I make myself look like an idiot trying to get her attention, you don’t know how bad I try when-“ he quickly stops himself before he ends up saying too much. He just lets out a long sigh as he stares up at the ceiling, his dark brows furrowed and his face a pretty shade of pink.

You get a familiar sensation in your stomach as you stare at his face. He looks so good like this, sounding desperate for someone he doesn’t even know is you. It’s taking everything in you to not strip off your clothes to reveal your suit and jump on top of him, but you knew better than to make reckless decisions like that.

He moves his head towards you as a small sheepish smile appears on his face. “I sound like a total loser huh?” he huffs with embarrassment as he looks at you with his pretty brown eyes.

You softly smile as you tilt your head. “I think she’d like a loser like you,” you admitted softly, both of you laughing afterwards.

You look down at your screen to see a news notification pop up saying that a man stole parts to make a biotic weapon that he’s using to terrorize civilians. You click on it to see the face of that man you saw earlier at the cafe, the man you didn’t stop.

“Shit.” Both you and mark say under your breath as his phone begins to ring which he quickly picks up.

You also close your laptop trying to figure out a good excuse as to why you need to go, one that sounds good enough that you won't have to explain too much later.

Before you can open your mouth, Mark is standing around his room putting his phone down with a nervous smile. “I just got a call from my mom…she said she needs me to go help her out with a few really important things right now..”

Before he can explain more, you also shoot up from your chair as you begin to put your things away. “Oh that’s fine because I actually forgot I have somewhere really important I need to be at soon and I can’t be late,” you say quickly as you both stare at one another blankly.

Seems like perfect timing somehow, both of you don’t think about it too much as you’re both trying to get somewhere quick. “I’ll text you later?” He asks as he walks you to the door.

“Yeah! I’ll see you later,” you give him a quick smile before walking out the door, walking down the sidewalk before disappearing behind a bush and taking off .

As you’re in the air you mutter obscenities to yourself because you ruined a good afternoon that you could’ve spent with Mark all because you wanted to spend one with Mark.

Once you arrive, you see a few of the GDA's beloved hero’s, including Invincible.

Just your luck.

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pt 2 to the mark x hero!reader coming out soon!!

this is a fem!reader fic so apologies for not making that known (；ω；).. this one is longer than the first so I hope u guys enjoy :))

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invincible text fic!!

hi! i've always thought mark would be a dorky soft boyfriend. ALSO what do we think about mark saying 'chat' ironically? i feel like it suits him but i might've overused it lmk. enjoy! this is my first attempt at writing any type of fanfiction, i'm open to feedbacks!