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Invincible Variants x Fem! Reader Pt.1

Includes: Sinister Mark, No Goggles Invincible, Goggles Invincible, Mohawk Invincible, Omni Invincible

(I love these names sm lol)

Word Count: ~3.5k

Part 2

Warnings: Dark Content, Violence, Yandere Behavior

Sinister Mark 

“Oh, you’re pretty tough.” 

He was terrifying.

You made the horrible mistake of attempting to trade blows with this variant clad in yellow and black. You were strong, but nowhere near his level. A single hit to your gut gave you visions of the afterlife. 

It took all your strength to stay conscious. 

You fell harshly to the ground, and within an instant he was on top of you.

You tried to fight him off, but his hands pinned your arms to your sides.

Blood trickled down your forehead as you breathed heavily, your eyes staring back into his black goggles.

“I’m going to kill you,” he said, almost too casually. “Scream if you want, it’ll be music to my ears.”

You couldn’t beat him, but you could endure. 

Your body relaxed, your eyes unwavering. He raised a brow.

“Not going to plead for your pathetic life?”

“There’s no point,” you said. Those words felt like daggers to your throat. “Either way I die.” 

His gaze flickered up to the cut on your head, noticing the wound was closing ever so slowly. A healing factor? 

He then looked back at you and lifted a hand, before harshly jabbing it into your side, just below your ribcage. His fingers opened your skin easily. You gritted your teeth at the newfound pain, him examining the bloody tips of his fingers and your newly opened wound.

Was he going to torture you? Why couldn’t he just rip your head off and be done?

Every fiber of your being wanted to scream out. But you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

He noticed that your body was already attempting to close the wound, and you shut your eyes to collect yourself. You didn’t know how long they were shut, but once you opened your eyes you were still under his gaze. A smile graced his features. 

He… waited for you to collect yourself? 

He then leaned in, and for the first time you were afraid of him. His tongue dragged against your forehead, licking off the blood there. His chest was dangerously close to yours, and you could feel the warmth emanating from his body.

Strange. You were certain he was a cold blooded monster. 

“I don’t recall ever seeing you in my world,” he said. You felt a hand on your neck and your blood went cold. The pressure was terrifying, but he wasn’t choking you. He tilted your head up. “...Then again, I lost track after killing so many.” 

His lips then locked with yours. As you tried to resist he squeezed your neck, causing you to gasp. He then shoved his tongue into your mouth, the metallic aftertaste of your blood leaving you queasy.

In the heat of the moment, you noticed that he now only had one of your arms pinned down.

You needed to stop this. 

A punch was hurled at him and he easily caught it, pulling away from your lips. A cold smile graced his features.

“Feisty~” His hand rested on your shoulder and you felt something crack. You immediately lost feeling in your arm, it plopping back down to the ground beside you. 

Oh God. Oh God.

Your head shifted to look at your arm. Thankfully, thankfully it was still attached. 

“Now should I do your other arm?” He mused. “Or will you be good for me?” 

No Goggles Invincible

“This is so much fun!!” 

This variant was wild. You didn’t even know you had even encountered him. All you saw was a destructive blur.

Tremors caused you to lose your footing and you fell flat on your face, colliding onto a nearby rock. As you pulled yourself up, you heard a distant cheerful voice and noticed something, no, someone approaching fast.

You threw your hands out in front of you, fear now overtaking your splitting headache. Your last line of defense were your words.

“Stop!!!” 

That seemed to have worked because whatever was approaching suddenly halted, you feeling a strong rush of wind in the process. The force was enough to knock you over yet again, but this time someone had caught your hand, preventing your fall.

“Stop? Why?” A voice asked. 

It took some time for your vision to clear, but once it did you came face to face with a person clad in blue and yellow. He was smiling at you, and a look of curiosity was in his eyes.

“Invincible…?” You asked. But he was missing his goggles. “Is that you?”

“Yep! That’s me!” He happily said. You had a terrible headache, but was glad a hero was here to help. 

“I think someone’s attacking this place,” you told him. Since he was still holding your hand, you squeezed his. Concern was in your voice as you spoke to him. “Stay safe out there okay? I’d hate to see you get hurt.”

His smile widened.

“Aww! My heart! Don’t worry about me, cutie! I’m-”

[TITLE CARD]

You laughed, enjoying his enthusiasm. 

“I’m well aware,” you said. He was now beaming. He let go of your hand and floated around you in circles, a smile never leaving his face.

As you wiped the small trickle of blood from your nose, he then stopped behind you, before speaking. 

“But I’m actually not the Invincible you know,” he said. You froze at his words, confusion setting in.

“You’re…not?” 

“Nope! Do you see all this destruction across the city? That was all me! And oh, it was so much fun!!”

Your heart dropped at the newfound knowledge.

“You did this…” you whispered. 

“That’s right!” 

He hoisted you into the air and spun you around, vertigo now added onto your headache. He continued to speak.

“And it was awesome! The screams, the destruction, Oh ho! I enjoyed every second of it!”

…How could someone be so sadistic? Why was he telling you this?

Only one morbid reason came to mind.

“Oh God,” you said. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” 

“I mean, I definitely considered it!” He admitted. The fear on your face made his smile widen in response. “...But, you’re so sweet. I’d much rather not.”

He then pressed a kiss against your cheek and you froze, hearing the “Mwah!” sound from him as he pulled away.

“I’ll just make you my girlfriend instead, okay? How’s that sound?”

Sounded like a nightmare. You were panicking now.

“What’s your name?” He asked you.

“Let me go!” You exclaimed. He laughed.

“That’s a weird name-”

“No! I said let me go!!”

“Oh, okay! You’re the boss!”

He then dropped you, the sudden fall causing you to scream. You had completely forgotten you were hundreds of feet in the air. He watched your descent in good humor, before frowning. 

“Why isn’t she flying?” He asked. It immediately dawned on him. “Oh shit, she can’t fly.”

He then flew down and caught you, laughing at your terrified expression. You were mere moments away from death. 

“Why’d you tell me to let go when you don’t have powers?” He asked, still laughing at you. “I thought you did! You’re hilarious~” 

You were at a loss for words. As you tried to calm yourself, he smooched your face, only adding to your fear.

“Don’t worry!” He assured you. “I’ll be sure to hold onto you much tighter from now on!”

Goggles Invincible

“Let. Me. Go.”

This variant was condescending. Mostly towards others, but occasionally towards you. He had grabbed you in the midst of the turmoil and taken you into the sky. He now just casually floated in the air, with you in his arms.

“Now why would I do that?” He asked you. “I worked so hard to find you. It would be nice if you reciprocated my feelings.”

Buildings burned in the background, and it was all his doing. You couldn’t even push him away, his grip was too strong. 

“You can’t expect me to love you. I don’t even know you,” you said.

“But I know you, Y/n.” He brushed through your hair, removing some stray rubble. “And I know that you’ll love me. Eventually.”

You were sure you never met him before, but somehow he knew you by name?

He then abruptly turned, holding you closer as a stray bullet hit his back. He looked down, and you craned your neck, seeing a few police officers in the distance, guns outstretched.

“Surrender! Now!!” 

He sighed, before returning to the ground, setting you down gently. You barely blinked and he had already closed the gap, violently slicing through every person that opposed him. 

You watched in horror as he held one last person by their throat, lifting them off the ground. Blood seeped from that officer’s mouth as they gasped for air.

“You almost shot my girlfriend,” he told the officer. His voice was calm, but his tone was terrifying. “Maybe I should sever your spine for that.” 

He squeezed their throat harder.

“Or just rip you in two-”

“Don’t!!” 

He paused, turning to you, the officer still in his vice grip.

“Please,” you pleaded. “Don’t hurt them.”

You looked at him with so much desperation in your eyes. He smiled, thoroughly enjoying your expression.

“You don’t want me to hurt them, sweetheart? Well, unfortunately I already have-”

“Anymore.” You quickly corrected yourself. “Don’t hurt them anymore. Please…”

The silence that followed was deafening. You could hear your heart violently beating in your chest, awaiting his response. 

He then turned his attention back to the officer.

“Consider yourself lucky.” 

He released the officer from his hold, much to your surprise (and relief). The now freed officer collapsed to the ground and gasped for air.

You had saved that officer, but unfortunately not the others. It was a horrifying realization. 

“Shh, it’s okay…”

As he hovered towards you, you instinctively took a step back, before his hands reached out to grab you. He held you in place, leaning in so only you could hear. 

“I did that for you, Y/n. Can’t you see how much I love you? …And I think I deserve a reward, don’t you?”

Your startled look was adorable to him. He leaned in, pushing his lips against yours. 

He was gentle. And you had to reciprocate, or he’d kill that last officer, you just knew he would.

So you swallowed your fear and pushed your lips against his. He smiled into the kiss before capturing your lips again, holding you as close as humanly possible this time.

Once you both pulled apart you were breathless, and a knowing smile was on his face.

“See? I told you you’ll love me.”

Mohawk Invincible

This variant was maniacal. The second the prison was attacked you cursed under your breath, gathering your files in hand before making your way down the now crumbling hallways. 

You were the head nurse of the psychiatric ward in this prison, and to say you were desensitized to all situations was an understatement.

“I quit,” you grumbled, hearing the sounds of what seemed to be mass destruction outside. “Once I file these reports, I’m getting a new job-”

You stopped when someone slammed through the roof of the prison right in front of you and into the hallway, landing harshly in a pile of cinder blocks.

That person then quickly pulled himself up, wiping the blood from his nose.

“Fuck,” he spat. He was wearing black and blue, and had a mohawk.

Judging by how he looked more pissed than hurt, you decided your best course of action was to remain silent. 

He then crouched low, you assuming he was going to take off, but he paused midway when he saw something in his peripheral vision.

You stood there, clad in high heels, a ruffled blouse, and a pencil skirt. Notes were in one hand, and your other hand was on your hip. Although you were frowning, his eyes lit up, his attention now solely on you.

“Hey baby~” Those words rolled off his tongue too smoothly. “How’d you end up in a hellhole like this? I’d be breaking in just to see you.”

“I’m assuming you’re the cause of all this chaos?” You asked him. He made his way over to you, a smile on his face. 

“Yea, you’d be right.” 

Just your luck to meet the person behind all this. Fire was slowly beginning to spread, and your way out was now obscured by smoke. 

“You know…” he said. “I thought this world sucked, but you just might change my mind.”

He seemed completely unfazed by the now raging fire farther down the corridor. You on the other hand had internally panicked, your way out now engulfed in flames.

“Can’t change anything if I’m dead. I don’t suppose you’ll get me out of here?” You asked him. He laughed.

“I mean I could get you out, but I’d want something in return.”

“I see. I’m on my own then,” you said.

You then spun around and raced off, heading back the way you came. Much to your surprise, a few seconds later, he flew right beside you, continuing the conversation.

“You’re going to fucking die at this pace,” he casually said, his tone somewhat amused. Although annoying, he was right. Your high heels were slowing you down significantly. So you pulled them off and ditched them. “Aw, that was my third favorite thing about you.”

Third? "What’s the first thing?” 

“Your ass."

Classic.

You stopped when faced with a wall of fire, your new route now also engulfed in flames. 

You were trapped. 

Sweat dripped down your face as you took a cautious step away from the fire, your back bumping right into his chest. His arms then wrapped around your waist, keeping you still as he leaned in over your shoulder.

“So, are you gonna die here? Or do you want my help?” He taunted you. You were already feeling lightheaded, it wouldn’t be long now. 

You kept quiet for a bit, your body becoming heavy. 

“...Guess I’ll…” you choked out. “Just die…”

Your legs then gave out, and everything went black.

~

As you regained consciousness, you noticed two things. The first was that you were laying on your back, a ways away from the prison. The second was that someone had pulled their lips away from your lips, their body on top of yours.

“Oh shit, that actually worked-” 

“Get! OFF ME!”

You pushed as hard as you could, the person pulling back a bit. It was him. You coughed as you spoke.

“The hell’s wrong with you?! Kissing me while I was unconscious!?”

“I was RESUSCITATING you!” he yelled. “What the hell is wrong with you? You’d rather die than ask for help?!”

“I don’t want your help!”

You tried to move away from him, but his arms locked you in place.

“Oh no you don’t! I saved you, so you owe me.”

“I didn’t want-”

His lips were on yours again, and since you couldn’t push him away, you bit his bottom lip as hard as you could. 

Sadly for you, it seemed to have no effect. 

He laughed into the kiss, before pain then seared through your lip.

“AH! What the hell?!” You exclaimed, blood now dripping from your top lip. He rolled his eyes.

“You started it.”

Omni Invincible

“...”

This variant was calm.

Of all the people he could encounter, of the billions of people on Earth, he had to spot your variant.

He knew you quite personally in his world, so seeing a different version of you here was jarring to say the least. 

He didn’t believe in fate, but this… the probability of seeing you here, at this exact moment? That alone made him question himself.

So he remained silent, and just watched you from the sky.

Amidst the chaos, your car had refused to start. You turned the key as many times as you could, the engine whirring for a few seconds, before coming to a complete halt. 

“Well, there goes my escape plan,” you sighed. 

You then exited the car, shutting the door behind you. People were screaming and running past you, trying to get as far away from the destruction as possible.

“Guess that’s my next course of action,” you mused. You locked your doors, and paused, staring at your reflection in the car window. 

He frowned. 

You should really be focused on getting away from the turmoil, but you were taking time to sort out your thoughts instead? 

You never really had survival instincts. 

“If I die here, then so be it,” you murmured.

You then ran, moving away from the middle of the street, opting to stick more to the sidelines. You had gotten a ways away from the destruction until you heard explosions, noticing a building in the distance was crumbling. Your head whipped to the left, thankful you weren’t in that area. 

In your rush, you failed to notice that you were heading towards a large sinkhole where the ground had crumbled. 

He furrowed his brows, arms crossed.

He shouldn’t interfere. 

You got dangerously close to the edge, more focused on the destruction behind you and not the impending doom directly in front of you.

He shouldn’t interfere.

You then fell over the edge. A gasp of surprise escaped your lips, quickly followed by an ear-piercing scream. 

He was forced to act. 

Your screaming stopped when you realized you were no longer falling. Relief washed over you in waves, before confusion followed, your eyes looking up to meet your savior. He was clad in red and white. You recognized that outfit.

Omni Man? 

Wait no, it wasn’t him… who is this? 

“Hey.” Was all he said, his expression neutral as he looked down at you. You could see your reflection in his goggles. “You should be more careful.”

You didn’t care who it was. He saved you, and that’s all that mattered. 

Tears spilled from your eyes as you thanked him profusely, causing him to frown.

“I thought I was ready to die,” you said in between tears. “But I’m terrified of meeting my end.”

Those words…

It was the exact words his version of you said before she died. 

It was… unpleasant to hear them again. 

He didn’t say anything, and you noticed that you were both ascending. Now out of the large sinkhole, you were greeted with the gentle breeze from the world above. You assumed he was going to set you down here, but instead he veered to the right, leading you far away from the destruction. 

The once large city was now a speck in your peripheral vision.

He landed in an open field of flowers, before setting you down. 

“I need to go back,” he told you. As he turned away from you, you nodded in agreement.

“I understand. You have to help more people, right? And stop the bad guys!”

“. . .”

“Just be safe out there, okay?” you said. 

While he was faced away from you, you noticed how darkly stained his cape was towards the bottom. 

What was that?

Before you could examine any further, he had turned to face you, a small smile on his face. He offered a hand, and you happily accepted, intertwining your hands with his. 

When certain words left his lips, you were taken aback.

“You… want to kiss me?” you whispered, disbelief in your voice. A nod from him confirmed you heard him correctly. “O…o-kay.”

He then leaned in, his lips pressing gently against yours. You returned the gesture, the two of you sharing a kiss. He was so sweet, so gentle. That set your heart ablaze.

You didn’t know who he was, but you knew you loved him. 

As he pulled away you quickly leaned again for a quick peck, kissing his cheek. 

“Thanks for that, you should go now. People need you,” you said. Your eyes held so much adoration for him. He then ascended into the air, pausing to say something else.

“I’ll check in on you later, Y/n.”

And with that, he was gone.

Your heart was still pounding from the kiss. But as you calmed, you furrowed your brows, letting your thoughts sink in.

“...How did he know my name?”

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I love the invincible variants so much! Also this is my first ever post! Feedback is very much appreciated ♡

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⭑.ᐟ Inspired by: @starzyangel work of mark Grayson x streamer!reader

⭑.ᐟreader is male, mark grayson x male reader supremacy🤫

“Did you know I’m like, best friends with invincible?” You said as you looked at chat. Putting your arms behind your head, leaning back in your streaming chair. Your shirt raised a bit to show your happy trail before smirking, leaning forward when your chat started to go crazy.

“I’m being serious too guys, he literally saved me once and said he watches my streams. Kinda cool isn’t it?” You said, not knowing mark was certainly watching your stream. His face had a dust of pink on his cheeks looking at you.

God you were handsome, it was so quick when you were in danger.. he hadn’t realized he saved his favorite streamer who he bought mini figurines of. You had gripped onto him hard as he saved you from debris, the way your eyes soften at him.

Oh boy.. his heart was going to burst. He didn’t expect those [color] eyes to look into his. After placing you down, he awkwardly admits he’s a big fan of you and flies away.

He smacks himself on the head for admitting that, he can’t help it! Your cocky and chill demeanor on stream and in real life makes him just wanna.. ugh! He has no words expect to just be noticed by you.

And now you know that his hero persona is a fan of yours.

Mark watches your streams like it’s a ritual, with snacks, drinks, he just watches you play horror games. He loves how you’re so engaged with the games and the chat.

Talking to them about how their day is going, talking about your own day. He can’t help but be.. Parasocial.

He denies it at first when William catches him, but now he’s laying in bed looking at his ceiling thinking like..

“Am I… parasocial?” He either doesn’t care, or he does. But he can’t help it. You’re like a drug he needs to stop hooking on.

Never in his life would he admit he has a crush on you. A boy crush.

Okay maybe he admitted to William, but that’s his best friend for crying out loud! Mark likes women, but you, you’re something he never expected to fully grasp onto.

Like, he would like every thirst edit of you, it could be a funny edit and he’d laugh at it when he’s on break during burger mart.

Or if it’s a boring night and you started to stream, he falls asleep to your voice.

Bro’s a simp for his streamer, he can’t help it that you’re so damn charming.

But of course he needs to focus on saving the world and being [title card], he can’t just keep Fiening over some guy with [color] hair and eyes.

Would be the one to eavesdrop on someone talking about your latest stream when it’s been a year of quitting watching you.

Now he’s back on the grind. Oh poor mark, now he’s binging all the streams he missed in a year all in one single night.

Too anxious to gift to you. He’s pacing in his room left and right, biting his hand as he watches his computer and seeing you rant about how donuts are better than bagels.

He finally mans up and gives you a tier sub.

The way your eyes light up, and now he’s gifting you all type of stuff. When he has the money of course, he has self control.

But shit, seeing you in person, outside of his hero persona. You both had bumped into each other. You said sorry with a small smile, while mark just stood there broken like a computer. Thinking he was mad, you offered him to go get coffee with you. He only nodded as he followed you, fanboying inside as he mentally smiles hard.

He hasn’t smiled this hard when he had the unlimited seance dog comic book.

And this was just the beginning of getting to know you out of his hero life.

Aroace Edd canon cuz I said so

I propose an idea! Romantic Yandere Mark Grayson with batsib mc….oh I can feel the chaos that these two worlds would bring😂

A/N: "BIYVjhKDjshuguj" was my inital reaction to this requests because this is tew good. If you've seen my Mark Grayson post then you know exactly how insane this mf is.

Warnings: Pure crack to be honest? Like this is not even a serious post. I was laughing the entire time. Don’t even know where I was going with this but…I had fun

Requests? always open!

Masterlist

Two black haired, attention whore yanderes with the same last name, walk into a room with their darling in it...who's winning?

I mean technically their meeting is not too far fetched. Mortal Kombat and DC had a crossover..and Invincible is also apart of Mortal Kombat which means- nvm, you didn't ask for that.

Here's the thing, everyone in the family dislikes Mark but yan! Mark and Dick HATE each other the most but because they are low key so similar. Mark is obviously way more extreme but i digress. He brings out the absolutely worse out of Dick.

Like Dick has picked up a Knife and contemplated murder.

Mark and Dick's interactions are hilarious though?? Like they both have the exact same fake smile and passive (heavy on the aggressive) behaviors.

"Ahhh, Mark, we're always pleased to host you since y'know your parents obviously need some sort of break from an irritant, such as yourself."

"Thanks, Dick! But regardless of how much of an irritant i am to them, least i still have two biological parents to care for me. Maybe it's because they're not patrons of the circus....?"

*backhands him*

Jason isn't subtle and has whipped out his guns, ready to blast that mf. He's been the closet to causing Mark to blow up the mansion. It was a whole thing and you dumped Mark over it but of course he gaslighted you.

I think the family doesn't like the fact you're dating someone who can easily take advantage of you. (ironic) Mark is clearly dangerous, he's half viltrumite and they may not know everything his people are capable of but they know he can cause a lot of havoc. Mark is not only a threat to you but to them as well. He puts them in a state of constant high alert. They're always staring him down, searching for any signs of danger. I'm sure Batman has a fail safe plan all ready to go. They are eager for the moment they can take this mf down. Do you think they have the supers on speed dial just in case? Ugh even uncle Clark is disapproving of this too.

Your sisters try endlessly to have heart to hearts with you because WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING????? MARK?! They'd rather you date poke-a-dot man or something because why????

Mark isn't a dumbass, he knows they hate him. He also knows just how scared they are of him and it gives him some sort of sick pleasure knowing he could truly have you all to himself if he really wanted to. But there's really no point in that yet, you're wrapped around his fingers. He totally has thought about going back to his planet with you and keeping your pretty self locked up where your family won't ever find you. That'd really stick it to em'

The cocky, manipulation is just oozing off him every time he's around. The way he shoots threatening looks towards your siblings when they try to get your attention or "playfully" insulting them. There's never a moment where his head isn't held high, looking down at your siblings as if they were beneath him...He runs this place when he's over. Which is all the time because Bruce is like okay, if you won't leave him, you have to be supervised.

Can you imagine combined family dinners with Mark's family and yours??? First, there is definitely a fight of who is sitting next to who. I'll say your brothers win this and are sitting on either side while Mark is fuming as he's across from you. The tension is so freaking high. It's rather silent around the table but everyone is looking at each other either like "I'm ready to kill him when you are" or "i'm going to kill you, mark...". I headcanon that even Bruce has beef with Nolan. They clash rather constantly on their differences of how to handle villains. Nolan is a stone cold killer to Bruce, who is rather set in his ways. It's no wonder Mark is his son. You aren't going to be with this kid for long. "So, Bruce? How's things on your side of town? Still letting your boyfriend out of jail so you can keep playing tag?" "The Joker isn't my boyfriend, i'm just not into murder, unlike some "heros" are. I like to set an example for my kids." "Ah, is that why Jason threatened to kill my son at gun point last month?"

You and Debbie are the only ones who like are trying to be civil and are sort of ignorant to everything going on.

"Um, so i made brownies with Mark's mother for everyone! Anyone want a piece?"

"Of course, love. You know your brownies are my favorite, i've been waiting all day."

Your siblings act like savages and eat the entire pan, stuffing it in their mouths so Mark cannot get any. Bruce doesn't do anything to correct his children out of spite.

Bruce is also debating on just handling them right here. He could have Kal-el over in matters of minutes and this could all be over with.

(Okay but Mark and Damien beating each other’s asses???? Damien cannot bite his tongue and Mark is trying to be nice because he’s a kid but he then Damien call him a "little bitch boy" and it pushes him over the edge. Mark just jumps over the table lollllll???? Sad thing is, Damien gets in tons of cuts with the butterknife he was just using for his sweetroll heheh))) "I though you were invincible...guess i was right in calling you a little bi-" "OH YOU'RE DYING TONIGHT"

I love both adaptations of him

IF YOU WANT TO REPOST MY ART CREDIT ME (I pisted it on my tt (iandeverything) ; My baby

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I posted it on my tt (iandeverything)

Wukong is hotter now lmao-

‧₊˚ 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.

➽─────────❥

"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.”

Mike in his uniform for work and his casual outfit

Idk he looks kinda zesty or it's just me

This stuck in my head too long (Macaque as an impostor lmao)