#cringe

[bonsubear]

Reader loves Invincible but hates Mark | #2

a/n: I hope I didn't make reader too unlikable :P I’m literally just pulling these out of my ass with no outline. Also I just wanna keep these silly hsdhah

potential ooc warning cause I’m not confident I portray characters correctly ;;

#1, #2, #?

WC: 2.4k

“Mark, why are you whining about spending some time with your mother? You should be ecstatic, you know.” His mom playfully nudged at him as she pulled into the parking lot of the mall, the parking lot completely packed left and right with cars. “I’m getting scared you’re forgetting about me. I thought you’d be momma’s boy forever.” Debbie sighed, shaking her head as she unbuckled her seatbelt. A light smile on her face.

“You’re using me as a porter, mom.” Mark flatly replied, unbuckling his seatbelt. “I’m happy to spend time with you but it’s obvious you’re using me as free labor.”

“And that’s my right! I carried you for nine agonizing months, I get the perks of having you. Besides, you can think of this as—I don’t know—training.” She shrugged.

“Training?” He deadpanned. “Training for what?”

“Weight training or whatever you want to call it. It’s not like you’ll get tired from a couple of bags.” She nodded, pointing out his viltrumite strength. Debbie pushed the car door open, exiting and Mark simply sighed as he followed his mom’s lead.

His mom suggested (more like she demanded) that he accompany her to the mall. Apparently, a couple of stores were having a sale, and she wanted to check out the potential good deals. Mark is completely fine with this, but it’s pretty evident that he’ll be stuck carrying around all the things she’ll most likely purchase.

“What are you even looking for?” Mark asked, walking next to his mom.

“Anything! So many things are on sale right now at Always21 and f.a.e. We can get some stuff for your dad, couple of my coworkers, and you.”

“I don’t want anything.”

“Don’t say that so soon, we aren’t even in the mall yet.”

His mom was standing next to the escalator, with Mark just right beside her. Just as he had predicted, he was being used as his mom’s personal porter as his hands and wrists were full of different bags of different colors and sizes. 85% of the items were for people Debbie knew like her coworkers or friends while the rest were for her, his dad, and him.

Mark eyed the bags, raising his brow. “How many babies is your coworker having again? This seems a lot for a baby shower.”

“She’s having quadruplets. She’s going to need all of those things—babies grow out of their clothes in a blink of an eye.” Debbie chuckled as she looked at her son’s face, being reminded when he was a chubby little baby who would outgrow his clothes practically every week.

Suddenly, her phone began ringing in her pocket and she was quick to check the caller ID. She released a small groan, shaking her head. “Mark, I have to take this. It’s work. You can put those stuff down and go walk around, I’ll find you later, okay?”

“Okay, choosing work over spending time with your son—got it.” He quipped, the corner of his lips raising as Debbie swatted at him. Mark rolled his eyes playfully, setting down the bags near the bench that his mom took a seat on as she brought her phone to her ear with a furrowed brow.

He strayed away from his mom, walking as his eyes passed various stores. His eyes lazily bounced from one store to another, not really paying close attention to the people in them.

An elderly man sitting at the edge of the wall of a Vicky’s Secret.

A mom struggling to get her two screaming children off the floor of a Smallso

A bald guy staring a little bit too hard at a mannequin who was only wearing underwear inside an Aged Navy

You staring at an anime figurine inside Trendy Topic

A kid trying to reach their hand inside a gumball machine—wait, you?!

Mark Grayson immediately halted, tripping over his feet. His sudden action caused some people walking behind him to curse at him, but he pushed past them as he turned to poke his head back to look inside Trendy Topic. Rubbing his eyes, he saw that you were squinting at a figurine as you stood still like a statue. Obviously deep in thought. The punk rock that was playing in the speakers of the store surrounded you while you softly bit your lip, staring at the figurine—searching for an answer to your problem.

Wow, you looked great. You were wearing a casual baggy shirt and pants, the articles of clothing mismatched and contrasting each other in the ‘worse’ ways—yet is it weird to say that you still looked amazing?

Mark could’ve sworn that he heard his brain take a picture, saving it in his memory files with the rest of the mental images he saved of you.

Blinking, he realized that his feet were already moving towards you. His pounding heart matched with his footsteps as he walked closer to you, his body immediately acting on a weird impulse while his brain tried to come up with things to do once he finally got to you.

Shit, what do I say? Hello? Hey? His mind raced as his eyes flickered from your face to the figurine you were looking at. Thinking of buying that? Is that weird to say? Is that a good opener? Oh man, this is actually the first time I’ve ever seen her outside of school as just me. Me, Mark. Not Invincible.

Grayson had seen you multiple times around the city as Invincible while fighting or simply flying around the city. It was a coincidence that he would see you a few times then and there—totally not because he would keep an extra eye out for you and find any excuse to talk to you.

He totally didn't make sure whenever there was danger nearby he wouldn't be the first one to warn and whisk you away to a safer area, hearing you sing praises in his ear about how much you loved him. He also totally didn't pretend not to notice you as he stayed afloat in the sky yet close enough to the ground so you could point him out and call him with that sweet voice of yours.

No, pfft, totally not. What kind of superhero would he be if he did those down right pathetic things?

"Holy fuck! How long have you been standing there you creep?!" You yelped in surprise, shocking him too as he snapped out of his trance. You looked up at him with your gorgeous eyes, clutching your purse close to you as you stared at him as if he had two heads. "Did you stalk me? Fucking pervert." You hissed, taking a step back as if he had the plague.

"What? No! Uh—I saw you just for a second and wanted to say hi."

"Hi, now buzz off. Don't you have a loaded gun that you should be pointing at your head right now?"

Mark felt a chuckle swell in his throat, his lips quirking up in an amused grin. He should be offended at the harsh things you verbally threw at him, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind how you were all over him as Invincible yet so guarded off toward him as Mark. If he were to reveal his secret identity to you right here and now, how would you react? Embarrassed? Flustered? Hell, what if excited?

He quickly raised his hand to cover it, if you saw him smiling you'd get pissed—

"What are you smiling for? Eugh."

Never mind, you noticed.

"Are you interested in that figure? Uh, I saw you looking at it through the window." He smiled, his eyes shifting to look at the anime figurine that was out on display with the copies underneath it.

"Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy." You scowled, eyeing him as if he was going to mug you at any second. Mark really couldn't help but continue to compare how you act towards him and his superhero alterego Invincible in his head.

You acted so outgoing and bubbly whenever he was dressed up in his hero costume, shamelessly fangirling over him by saying things like, "please sign the marriage papers already!" or "let me take you out on a date, I'll give you my whole college fund!" Yet acted like Mark was the dirt on your shoe whenever he was in his civilian attire.

"Is that a no?"

"... I might be interested in it." You teared your eyes off of him, looking back at the figurine. You glanced at your wallet, and Mark noticed how your eyebrow twitched just slightly. He pursed his lips as he took a second to piece the puzzle pieces together before speaking again.

"Don't have enough money for it?"

"!!!"

You coughed, your cheeks tinting slightly in embarrassment as you took a look at Mark's face—a sly smirk on his lips as he stared down at you. You shivered, he's so freakishly tall. "None of your business, jackass. Go die."

He hesitated before seizing the opportunity to take this as a chance to get closer to you. In school there was never opportunities since you refused to be in any group in him, never needed help with studying, declined exchanging notes—but this? Mark knew you were weak to obtaining new items.

"I can buy it for you." Grayson smiled innocently, trying to appear as friendly as possible. He picked up a box, turning it over to see the price tag. 24.99. "I've never seen this anime before. I'm more of a comic book guy."

"Why the hell would you buy that for me?" You barked, raising a brow as you took a step forward. "What are you tryna get at?"

"Nothing! I just want to do a nice thing for you."

"Your trying to get in my pants, aren't you. Your not getting this fucking cookie, it's for Invincible."

"W-What, no?!" He yelped, his cheeks flushing at the fact you accused him of trying to get into your pants and the fact you were so shameless about basically saying your—uh, as you put it, 'cookie,' was for Invincible aka him. "I, I just want to help you! Nothing weird!?"

"Your a pathetic pervert, I bet you were cooking that up while salivating behind the window, huh? Diabolical."

"No!"

"Then why!"

"I—you—" he stumbled over his words, his eyes darting to the Invincible phone charm that dangled. "Your a huge fan of Invincible—I'm a huge fan of him too! Two Invincible fans got to stick together, right?" He chuckled, sweat dropping at how stupid his reasoning sounded.

You stayed silent for a moment, quirking your brow. "... Your a fan of him?"

"Y-Yeah! A huge one!"

“Prove it.”

“I have pictures of him I can share with you.” Pictures?!

You blinked, and he internally screamed as he was certain that he just screwed up and made him look like an even bigger loser in your eyes. “… What kind of pictures?”

“Like, uh, so many of them. Up close ones, pictures of him back when he just started it without his official hero suit, um, and y’know the works!”

“…How up close are they?”

“Practically selfies?”

“…”

A pregnant silence passed between you, the punk music playing in Trendy Topic filling the air as you stared into his sweating face hard like you were dissecting whether he was telling the truth or not. You took a step towards him, your hateful eyes having a sparkle of something else inside them.

“Really?” Your voice chirped. He immediately recognized the tone of your voice being the same as the one you use toward Invincible, so sweet and filled with admiration. Shivers ran down his back.

“Yeah, yeah.”

You coughed, turning your face away. “I guess even losers can recognize peak.” You mumbled to yourself, but with his heightened hearing he heard it loud and clear. “How many of those pictures do you have?”

“Multiple?”

You squealed, jumping towards him. “Show me them, show me them!”

Oh no. “I don’t have them on my phone—I only have physical copies.” Nice one, Mark!

“That’s even fucking better.” You were practically shaking. With no warning, you grabbed on his arm, holding it tightly as you led him to the cashier register, Mark having a firm grip on the figurine box. “I’ll let you buy that for me if you give me some of those photos!”

Mark sat with you on a bench outside Trendy Topic, the figurine he had just bought in your lap. “I’ll only kind of believe you’re not trying to sleep with me if you prove that you actually have those photos,” You squinted, “If you don’t, let’s just say whenever you see me walk faster.”

“I did not buy that to sleep with you! I am… a super big Invincible fan.” He cleared his throat trying to pretend enthusiasm for himself. “And when I found out you were also one weeks ago, I figured you’d finally want to be friends with me.”

“In your wildest dreams. I’m only tolerating you right now for the photos that you may or may not have.”

“I do have them!” I don’t.

“Well whatever it is, I’ll believe it once I see them.” You huffed, reaching your hand out. “Give me your phone.”

He handed it over and watched you open his phone and into his contacts, entering a series of digits.

“I have to go so text me when you can hand the goods over. Don’t jizz your pants just cause you have my number.” You harshly pushed his phone back in his hands. “My hatred for you is on a slight pause, so don’t mistake this for friendship. Merely an alliance.”

His ears perked up at the acknowledgement of you profound hate towards him. “I don’t understand, why do you hate me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know!” You huffed, standing up. You jabbed a finger in the air, “I know it must come easy to you, but don’t act dumb. Unless you’re a secret blond under that thick hair of yours.”

“I seriously don’t—“

Before he could interject you already turned on your heel and walked off, leaving Mark sitting on the bench staring at your disappearing silhouette.

He internally groaned at himself—as soon as he gets home he needs to take pictures of himself.

Though, he couldn’t help but get giddy at the fact he had your number now.

Always21 = Forever21

f.a.e = e.l.f

Vicky’s Secret = Victoria Secret

Aged Navy = Old Navy

Trendy Topic = Hot Topic

Smallso = Miniso

[testoster0ne]

sergio

[sultanforareason]

odd stares

Suna Rintarou was the kind of guy who knew exactly what to say to get under your skin. He had that lazy confidence, that perfect balance of arrogance and charm that made him impossible to ignore. And yet, despite his nonchalant attitude, there was something in his eyes that made your heart race every time he looked at you. Something that made you want to get closer, to figure him out—no matter how impossible he made it.

He was always there, lurking on the edges of your conversations, leaning against the walls or standing too close with that smirk on his lips. And every time, you told yourself it was nothing. He was just messing with you, just being his usual teasing self. But the way his eyes followed you, the way his hand would accidentally brush yours, the heat that lingered in the air between you—it all told a different story.

You were tired of ignoring it, tired of pretending it didn’t affect you. Because the truth was, Suna Rintarou was starting to drive you insane. And for the first time, you didn’t care.

One night, as the team wrapped up practice, you stayed behind to help clean up. The gym was quiet, save for the sound of shuffling feet and the distant hum of the lights. You were trying to focus on organizing the equipment, but you could feel his presence behind you. Suna was standing by the door, watching you with that lazy, bored expression he always wore, but you could see the slight curve of a smile tugging at his lips.

“You know, you could always ask for help,” he said, his voice smooth, almost teasing.

You didn’t look at him, pretending to be too busy to care. “I’m good.”

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, like he knew exactly what you were doing. “Too good for help, huh?”

You met his gaze and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. His eyes were dark, intense, and there was a sharpness there that made your heart skip a beat. You swallowed hard, fighting the urge to step back.

But Suna didn’t give you the chance. He pushed off the wall and slowly, deliberately, walked over to you. “You know,” he murmured, standing so close that you could feel the warmth of his body, “it’s kind of cute how you try to act like this doesn’t bother you.”

His hand brushed against your arm, light but enough to send a shock through your system. You shivered, and he grinned, watching your every reaction. His fingers lingered there, tracing the outline of your wrist, and you hated how much you wanted him to do more.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, but there was a hitch in it that gave you away.

“You’re lying,” he said, his voice low and amused. He took a step closer, his lips nearly brushing your ear. “I can tell.”

The air between you was thick now, charged with something unspoken, something you were both afraid to name. But Suna wasn’t going to let it stay unspoken. He moved his hand to your neck, his thumb running across your skin as he tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“What is it with you?” he asked, voice dropping to a near whisper. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could, his lips crashed into yours. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. It was a claim, a demand, a kiss that knocked the breath out of you and made your mind go completely blank. His hands were everywhere—on your waist, in your hair, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

You kissed him back, unable to stop yourself, your body reacting to him in ways you didn’t know were possible. Every movement, every shift of his lips, sent a spark of fire through you. He was slow at first, but the way his hands moved, the way his breath hitched against your lips, told you he wasn’t planning on taking it easy for long.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your chest heaving as you stared at him, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. Suna’s grin was lazy, but there was something more dangerous in his eyes now, something hungry.

“that was cute.”

[claymton]

Its cute how they can be wholesome sometimes

I like It when older men act like teenagers. In love

[internetgreatesthits]

[onullsewerdewller]

Redesigning dandys world twisteds

Shrimpo

[mfelewzi]

This scene makes no sense to describe a militaristic and authoritarian governament.

The lesson should be "be beware that your friend Is faithful and loyal to the March of Civilization, because Your First Friend and Parent is the Country", and "Trust of your friend if he/She Loyal to the March of Civilization", being a repression of Individuality cause "You exist only for the Great March and the Country". All the individualistic thing should be private, or used to inspired competion, but in a indirect way, like Spartans and Bushi, but It should be socially repressed. The only way to be important is Being Strong and Showing Force.

This scene demonstrates nothing of these things.

And I'm italian and I studied History at University, and I know about education works in a militaristic and authoritarian country.

I'm Sorry, but this scene is just Cringe, and clearly the authors, ALL THE AUTHORS, have no idea how militaristic education works.

This is just "these are Azula's Values, and the school exists to confirm how Azula works, because Azula is the representation of the Fire Nation and what doesn't work".

So, they had... "Azula-ed" the Fire Nation.

It sounds very stupid. And Cringe.

This franchise will continue to exist, but not for Di Martino and Konietzko. Frankly, somebody should Fire them and give the responsability of this franchise to somebody else, so the franchise could have a better Destiny than Naruto's franchise.

Imagining this scene playing in Mai’s head while she saves Zuko, knowing the fate she’s about to face. Knowing Azula will best her in combat. I’m sick

[butcher-my-name]

He aint gonna tell u whats wrong for another deacde and a half

[prokopetz]

If somebody tells you it's cringe, don't deny it. Don't even own it. Reject the premise that "cringe" is a criticism in the first place. Tell them it's supposed to be cringe, as though they've made a very stupid mistake to presume that's a bad thing. Refuse to elaborate.

[identitycrisps]

poneys

[neonstrat]

Yuppppppppp. Conputer.

[nahctar]

Oliver when Eve wanted to chat with him💔

omg dont put this the wrong way... the context is that oliver is making eve pick which guy is better😭

[gethighdropacidneverdie]

[sultanforareason]

Trouble

You always knew Tendou Satori was trouble. The kind of trouble that sneaks up on you, wraps itself around your ribs, and leaves you breathless before you even realize what’s happening. He was impossible to ignore—tall, unpredictable, and armed with a smirk that made your stomach twist in ways you refused to acknowledge.

It started with the way he looked at you. Not casually, not politely. Tendou’s gaze was heavy, deliberate, burning like he saw things he shouldn’t, things you didn’t even realize you were giving away. His attention was a weight, and once he set it on you, there was no escaping it. He made a game of it, testing the edges of your restraint with sharp grins and fleeting touches, dragging his fingers just barely across your skin when he passed by, standing too close when he didn’t have to. And God, you let him. You let him because every teasing remark, every lazy smirk sent heat curling through your spine, pooling low in your stomach, making you crave something you weren’t ready to name.

One night, the tension cracked. He had you backed against the wall, his arms braced on either side of your head, that damn smirk curving his lips. “You keep looking at me like that,” he murmured, voice a shade too deep, too knowing. “Starting to think you want something.”

Your pulse pounded against your throat, but you refused to look away. “Maybe I do.”

Tendou hummed, tilting his head, studying you like a puzzle he was itching to take apart. “Yeah?” His breath ghosted over your skin, his fingers trailing up your arm, slow, teasing, igniting sparks under your skin. “Then you should probably say it.”

You should have. Should’ve just said it, ended the waiting, let him have whatever game he was playing. But you were stubborn. So instead, you met his gaze and smirked. “Make me.”

Something shifted in him. His easy, lazy amusement darkened, sharpened into something that sent a shiver racing down your spine. “Oh, I can do that.”

And then his mouth was on yours, hot, demanding, pulling you into something that felt less like a kiss and more like a freefall. His hands weren’t careful, weren’t patient. They mapped your body like he’d been dying to touch you, fingers curling around your waist, dragging you flush against him as his teeth scraped your lower lip, pulling a gasp from your throat.

“So damn stubborn” he muttered, his voice wrecked, full of something indescribable. “You could’ve had this ages ago.”

[ohmybuttercup]

I was sitting in my free time and drew this wonderful boy! I adore him with all my heart. He sits, draws and thinks about something. So thoughtful pff!

And a slightly different version of the art!

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!

@du-buk