#markys day things

[curemarky745]

Sorry for not post for yesterday and today I’m trying to work on an animatic for the first time as you can see here :>

[andorshitdaily]

fuck it, Andor characters as shirts hats that go hard

[love222hate]

umm hello. how do i get over feeling like i have 2 earn the right to eat? also i know i am struggling with the childhood trauma because i am nonstop thinking about starry fondant birthday cakes and endings. im hoping for a birthday text from my mum. not interested in charles unless there's money involved.

[imperatorrrrr]

New Jersey Devils - February 2025 - Month in Review

The New Jersey Devils are 32-22-6 with seventy points, third place in the Metropolitan Division.

Out of a total of fourteen points, we came out of this month with six points, which is less than half and indicative of just how bad it's been getting lately for our team.

Roster Information: Jacob Markstrom is on the injured reserve. Jonas Siegenthaler is on long term injured reserve.

T's Five Four Stars of the Month:

Nico Daws

Jack Hughes

Dougie Hamilton

Jesper Bratt

T's Thoughts, in no particular order:

New Jersey, we have a problem.

No, seriously, we have a real fucking problem.

We have lost our goal scoring ability. We have lost our finishing ability. And we have no bottom six to speak of.

I'll get to all of that in a bit, but let's at least mention some of our positives before we get into dooming territory.

Nico Daws, beloved, so beloved.

if you had a nickel for each time T loved a player with the first name Nico, you'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but its strange that it happened twice.

he's stepped up so much for us while Marky has been down.

and we can't leave out Jake Allen either. unfortunately, he hasn't had the run support for his good goaltending.

our defense has also stepped up since Siegs went down.

Shea and Nemo aren't perfect replacements for everything Siegs brings to the game, but the D core has come together to hold everything together in his absence.

(side note: if anyone comes to me and tells me one is better than the other or one is more expendable I will bite your fucking head off)

wishing our Swiss soldier a speedy recovery

but this team has also let itself down.

anyone without a Hughes last name and who isn't Bratter, Nico, Dougie, and Timo (and probably Noes) has really disappeared when we've needed them most.

we have no scoring from anyone that isn't the core four forwards or Dougie and Luke on the blue line.

I can give our blue line a pass because as I said they've really done the job in Siegy's absence and also because our blue line besides Dougie and Luke aren't goal scorers or score sheet presences for the most part.

But where are our forwards?! Merce? Haulzy? Hello?!

The trade deadline is less than a week away and I'm afraid we're gonna need some changes in the bottom six.

I mean, honestly, we also desperately need a top six scoring winger, but I just don't think that kind of move is on the cards for us this season.

I'm expecting a depth center acquisition.

But who knows what Fitzgerald is cooking.

look guys, there's no way around it, we're in trouble. we're barely holding onto our third in the Metro spot. Columbus has games in hand and is just a few points behind us and is only getting hotter.

on the positive, we aren't that behind Carolina either, so we aren't destined for a wildcard spot just yet, but if things don't change and we don't control our own destiny, we may find ourselves fighting for a wildcard spot instead of sitting pretty in the Metro top three.

we gotta change things and we gotta change things fast.

our issue is finishing.

we have amazing goaltending, solid defense, but we cannot score a fucking goal for the life of us. Timo is arguably the most snakebitten player in the league. can we get our fucking finish back please?!

just a shout out to Jesp and Jack and their play during the Four Nations tournament.

anyway, we got to turn it around and lock the fuck in for March. twenty-ish games left of the regular season. let's fucking go.

[dazedhyu]

Sunrise 𓂃 🌆 lmk

:¨ ·.· ¨: paring ー bf!mark x fem!reader

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ warnings : established relationship, smut, unprotected rough sex (wrap it b4 you tap it!!), morning / afternoon sex, pussy slapping, praising, choking, creampie, dacryphilia, overstimulation, lots of pet names (he's literally obsessed w you) ... lmk if i missed any ><

★彡 1.4k wc!

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ authors note >< : hello hello! i went crazy on this... plz enjoy... a gift for my new fans since you guys are enjoying focus so much! i have three longer fics in the works rn that should be coming out through the next month or two (hopefully..) so stay tuned for those! (one dropping on valentines day so keep an eye out ;3) hope u love rough markie as much as i do <3

Just a few hours ago, you and Mark were tangled in the sheets, the warmth of his body the only thing keeping you grounded as the morning light filtered through the blinds. His breath was soft against your skin, slow and steady, like he was savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. You stirred awake to the feel of his hands gently tracing the curve of your body, fingertips lightly grazing over your skin as if he was memorizing every inch of you.

His lips brushed against your cheek, your jaw, leaving featherlight kisses that made your heart race, your breath hitching as his soft, sweet voice whispered, "You're so beautiful, baby. So perfect just for me."

You melted into him, your own hands reaching up to touch him, feeling the tenderness of his touch, the way his voice wrapped around you like a protective blanket.

It felt like the world was quiet, just the two of you, nothing but warmth and affection. It truly was such a 180 from the way he was fucking you right now, his fingers digging into your hips, harsh and possessive, each thrust coming fast and deep. His cock brutally pounding into you in a way that has your head spinning and walls tightening around him. 

His voice is the same, that soft, low murmur of praise. His hands move down to grip at the back of your thighs, pinning them down against your chest, making you cry out as he pushes himself deeper into your heat. His tip brushing against your cervix, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you that only he could ever reach. 

Mark's breath is warm against your ear, his hands gripping you so tightly it almost hurts, but you can't bring yourself to care. The rhythmic crash of his hips against you mixed with your whiny moans and his desperate grunts filled the room, each thrust pushing you further into the mattress. You can barely catch your breath, his name barely leaving your lips before he's smirking above you, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"You okay, baby?" His voice is so sweet it almost makes you forget how rough he's being. "Making you feel good, yeah?"

You try to nod, but the sharp movement of his hips makes your vision blur with tears. The soft, mocking chuckle he lets out makes it all worse, and before you know it, you're trembling under him, breath shaky, eyes glossy, and mind completely dazed.

"Poor thing," he coos, his voice soft, comforting even. One of his hands slides from your thigh to cup your cheek in his palm, his thumb gently wiping away at the tears streaming down your heated, red tinted skin. "You're crying already, pretty girl?"

You try to hold back a sob, biting your lip in frustration, but the words spill out anyway, "Please, Markie... pleaseー"

He cuts you off, his hand moving from your cheek to harshly slap at your aching clit, all while nearly sliding completely out of you before quickly pushing back inside with a deep thrust. His grin widening at the way your back arched up and cries grew louder. "You like that, don’t you? Like it when I'm rough, baby?” 

You weakly nodded with a small whimper, your nails digging into his back as you clawed at him, leaving marks that would stay. His chest rumbled with laughter, low and dark. Slapping your poor cunt once again before wrapping his hand around your throat slightly and squeezing, not enough to cut off air flow just enough to make you gasp, his cock twitching inside you with each moan and plea that escaped your lips.

The steady, brutal rhythm of his length slamming into you, stretching you out perfectly. Each movement deep and unforgiving. You're barely able to keep your eyes open as your body shakes, and nails digging so deep into him he winced. 

Your body feels like it’s on fire, it feels like your mind is about to shatter, but he doesn't let up. Not even for a second. "m-markie," you manage, but he's not listening. He's too busy watching you fall apart beneath him.

"You're so fucking perfect when you cry for me," he says, voice so sweet it makes your head spin. Another hard thrust and your vision blanks, your whole body a mess of trembling limbs and broken moans. "Thought you could take it... but look at you now."

“m-mark.. ‘m g-gonna-” You started but was completely cut off by his grip around your throat tightening, the guttural moan that left his lips feeling your walls pulse around him was enough to push you over the edge. “Fuuuuuck baby, cum on my cock. Be a good girl.” His voice was deep, commanding even. His hand that’s still on your thigh pushing your leg even closer to you, his pace and roughness somehow managing to deepen. 

He watches your face carefully, delighting in how each hit of pleasure makes you weaker, more desperate. You're a complete mess of overstimulation and desperation and he loves it more than anything.

Your body tensed up, cries and pleads dropping to a stuttering mess of whimpers as your orgasm finally washed over you. You're barely able to respond, barely conscious, your body weak from the overstimulation, every nerve on fire as he continues to pound into you. Your hands weakly dropping to his sides doing everything you can to try and ground yourself, but it's no use, you're too gone, too overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure he's wringing from you.

Mark simply smirks, softly rubbing your thigh yet his thrusts are still relentless, his hands tightening on you, guiding you through the onslaught of pleasure and pain. 

"Baby, you're still so tight," He groans, his voice strained while he ignores your desperate cries for him to stop. He doesn't care. His pace never slows, not even when you try to squirm beneath him, when you can barely breathe, let alone form words. "m-mark.." You manage to breathlessly pant out.

"Can't stop now, baby," Mark murmurs, his voice strained, low. He doesn't slow, doesn't give you any mercy; he's got you pinned, each thrust sending shockwaves through you as he chases his own release. His hand loosens on your throat and travels down to your waist with an unbelievably tight grip. 

His breathing is ragged, every movement desperate as he fights to reach his high. "Such a good baby for me, always take my cock so well." His voice is barely audible, the words only adding to your overstimulation. You're not even sure if you can handle another round, but he's relentless, digging into you as if there's no stopping until he gets what he wants.

Finally, with a low groan, Mark stills above you, his body going rigid as he reaches his release, his cock twitching before he cums deep inside you. The two of you are left in a tangled mess of sweat and exhaustion. He's gripping and holding you even as he breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling in time with yours.

Neither of you can move for a moment, completely spent, hearts pounding in sync as you both come down from the overwhelming sensations. His eyes fluttered open to meet yours for a moment before he looked down, smirking at the ring of both of your releases around his length. 

Slowly, he pulled out, shushing you with a gentle kiss once you whined, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. His lips were soft, reassuring, against your skin as he peppered small kisses down your body, tracing the path from your chest to your tummy. Every touch was delicate, tender. 

His hands were light on your thighs as he parted them slowly, gawking at the way his cum dripped out of your sore hole. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, dark and full of desire. "Look at you," he spoke, voice low and soothing despite the ache in his tone. "my pretty baby. Always so gorgeous when i fill you up." His gaze was filled with admiration, but there was a hunger behind it; he wasn't finished with you yet. 

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, fingers tracing the sensitive skin there before he moved closer, as if drawn to the lingering warmth of your body. He pressed a soft kiss to your bundle of nerves, his grip on your thighs tightening as your legs tensed up. “Don’t move, baby, let me clean you up.” 

love letter from mae 💌 holy moly.. i had completely different intentions when i started plotting this and 100% got carried away LMFAO,,, i hope u enjoyed! mark is so yummy.. this is the quickest ive ever written something lol

ty for reading!! ♥︎♪ヽ(*´∀｀)ﾉ

[lulujeno]

finding out you sleep with a plushie

— nct dream ᡣ𐭩

cw : none! 100% fluff ^^

a/n : my tumblr debut yay! tried to make it as gender neutral as possible so i hope you enjoyyy

mark:

came home late from practice and found you sleeping on the couch with a winnie-the-pooh plushie tucked under your arms

first time seeing you sleep with the plushie despite knowing that you can't sleep without it

takes note of it for future occurrences

going on a flight? road trip? staying at your friends place? he will for sure remind you about the plush

when you forget the plushie at his place he will have it sitting on his bed against a pillow (sometimes 'reading' one of his books)

every time he sees winnie-the-pooh now he will take a quick pic of it to send to you

"yooooo why this lowkey looks like you"

doesn't forget to remind you that you're cuter tho

poor markie was so panicked when he couldn't find the plush after you texted him that you left it at his place

had a whole apology written down knowing how precious it was since its your childhood plushie

promised to buy you the exact same one and is basically crying now because he knows that it won't be able to replace the one you had

luckily he found it under his bed so we're all good!

renjun:

you were taking a nap on his bed when he saw you hugging a duck plushie

takes a quick pic for memories sake (and to tease you about it in the near future)

since then his little notes for you include a small duck doodle on it

"left early for practice 𓅭" "leftovers are in the fridge 𓅿" "goodluck for the interview today 𓅹"

when he's overseas for schedules he'll find something with ducks on it to give to you as a little souvenir

kisses both you and the duck when he sees you asleep after a long day (it calms him down)

would ask who's cuter, him or duckie?

you jokingly say duckie which causes him to nag to your plushie about stealing his partner

ducks are now his new favourite thing to draw (lyric sheets are his no. 1 victim)

when you couldn't find the plush he offers himself as something for you to cuddle with

resulted in him getting smacked and proceeding to help you find the duck

gets sulky after, saying that hes better at cuddling than the "piece of fluff"

you coo at his jealousy over a stuffed toy and cuddle the both of them

jeno:

he arrived at your place a little later than usual and sees you tucked in with a black bunny

he coos at how adorable the sight is and takes a picture to set as one of his many lockscreens of you

noticed that its the bunny he bought for you before he went on tour for tds2

"if you miss me just cuddle the bunny okay? he has black hair like me so it wouldnt be that much of a difference"

obviously cuddling a grown man and a 31cm plushie is different but what can you do when he's halfway across the globe?

also the type to kiss you and your bunny goodnight

caught him doing it one day and now try to stay awake long enough to catch him doing it again

you fail to do so since his schedules always end soooo late f u sm!!

would give your bunny a wash once every few months since the bunny is a representation of him and he takes personal hygiene very seriously! (his words, not yours)

the bunny would have a new ribbon tied to its ears, depending on what colour his hair is this time (always praying for the pink or white ribbon to come back one day)

gets jealous that you cuddle the bunny more than him

you'd get back at him saying that he's the one that bought the bunny

haechan:

could not shut up when he realised that the plushie you couldn't sleep without was a brown bear

teases you to no end because everyone knows the he is the og brown bear

he finds it too cute that you need a mini him to sleep

"awwwh, you're so in love with me that your plushie is basically me"

you tell him that its just a basic bear, theres no deeper meaning to it

you did buy it because it looks like him but he can't know that! the teases will be insufferable

doesn't care if it had another name before hand because it is now haechan jr.

if he sees the plush on the floor he'll pick it up and tuck it under your arms

the type to tell the little guy to take care of you in your sleep

you'd buy a mini version for him to bring around for schedules and tours

gives you updates about mini haechan jr. every second

practice room? recording studio? m/v shoot? fansign? filming 7llin? you will be getting updates!! not missing a single one

would post haechan jr. and mini haechan jr. on his instagram as a soft launch

it's a little too soft but its okay since you both want to keep it on the downlow anyways

jaemin:

found you sleeping one night with a pink bunny hidden under the blanket next to you

was cooing at how cute the sight was

also one to take pics because that's his partner!! why wouldn't he?

had to hold himself back from pinching your cheeks and opted to pat your head instead

will ask about it the next time he sees you and wont stop telling you how cute you are

you left it at his place once and suddenly theres a ribbon on your bunny's ears (i wonder who added it)

caught him having a full on conversation with your bunny a few times damn your bf is weird

basically treats the bunny like his child at this point

will remind you to bring your bunny when going on overnight trips with him

will not stop taking pictures of the bunny (he has a whole file for it on his phone btw)

"aigoooo look how adorable she is"

"awww both my babies look so cute I have to take a pic"

also one to send you pics of things with bunnies on it when on tour, buys it for you too sometimes

his cats loves bitting everything, including your bunny

makes sure that its as far away from luna, lucy, and luke after he caught them trying to bite on it

you're now 100x cuter in his eyes and he wont shut up about it

chenle:

slightly smiled to himself when saw you bring a dumbo plushie the first time you slept over at his face

he bought it so of course you'll be sleeping with it

why dumbo? because he has big ears and you're nosy as hell (his words btw)

you got sulky when you heard the reason and he corrected himself and said that it was because he was a yapper and you're the listener instead

starts calling you dumbo and the plushie dumbo jr. instead

would also ask to pick between him and the plushie

got so offended when you picked dumbo

"i am THE zhong chenle, who wouldn't choose me?"

would replace the plushie with himself after you sleep since he's petty like that, he wouldn't let a stuffed toy win over him

but would also put dumbo in between your arms if he wakes up first in the morning (it's to keep you company while he's cooking breakfast)

sends you pics of daegal and dumbo together like a proud dad

he's still chenle though so dont expect your plushie to get the same dad treatment as jaemin

the type to get you more dumbo related items since dumbo is the only plushie you sleep with

jisung:

his heart melted at the sight of you sleeping on the couch with a hamster plushie squished against your cheeks

if that man wasn't a simp for you already then he is now

needs a few seconds to just admire how cute you were for faling asleep while trying to wait for him to end his schedules

he's not one to bring it up directly, but that doesn't mean he won't tease you about it from time to time

probably annoys the members (read: chenle) about how adorable his partner is when cuddled up with a plush version of him

he's so down bad but you can't blame him for being in love

took him a few nights to realise that its the plushie he bought for you when you visited him during smtown live in tokyo

got so shy and couldn't contain his smile when he realised it

would ask you if you've given the hamster a name yet and when you said you haven't he suggested 'hamster'

you don't have the heart to tell him how corny it is so you agree to it

you both are down bad!!!!

if he sees the hamster on the floor he'll dust off any possible dust before tucking it under your arms again

takes a picture to make it last longer

you leave the plush at his place on accident once

send you a message saying that he can't believe you just forgot your son like that

takes a pic of him cuddling the hamster to show that he is being taken care of no ones focusing on the doll when his hands are right there

[10byten]

where the day gets softer-

★just a fluffy moment between you and this guy you adore more than anything. ★words : 1k

Your day has been long. The kind of long that sinks into your bones, makes your limbs heavy, makes your brain static. You drop onto your bed the second you step into your room, staring at the ceiling, feeling nothing and everything at once. Moving? Not an option. Thinking? Barely. You just wish you could skip ahead—to the part where you’re clean, wrapped up in blankets, and today is nothing but a blur in your memory.

Your phone buzzes. You ignore it. It buzzes again. You groan, blindly reaching for it, glancing at the screen.

Mark.

Your lips twitch into something close to a smile. Suddenly, you have the strength to lift yourself up on your elbows.

Markie - Hey, babe. You done with classes? Wanna see me for a quick kiss?

Yes. A million times yes.

Your reply is instant, desperate in the way you don’t even try to hide. The thought of seeing him makes something in your chest untangle, makes your ribs feel a little less tight. You sit up, glancing around your room, half-heartedly straightening things up. You should shower before he gets here, at least try to make yourself presentable—

The doorbell rings. Not even ten minutes later.

“Shit.”

You roll your eyes at yourself, but honestly? You’re not mad. You’re already moving, already reaching for the door, already smiling before you even open it.

And there he is.

Messy brown hair. Ridiculously pretty eyes. That smile—the one that always makes your stomach feel like it’s folding in on itself. He steps inside without a word, without hesitation, arms slipping around your waist, body fitting against yours like it was made to. A kiss on your forehead, soft, lingering.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

You exhale against his chest, sinking into him.

“Hi,” you mumble against his chest, breathing him in. Suddenly, today doesn’t feel so bad anymore.

“You got here so fast.” You pull back just enough to look at him. “Were you nearby?”

“Mhm. And I was kind of excited to see you, so I didn’t waste time.” His fingers slide through yours, effortlessly, like second nature. Leading you toward your room, toward the quiet comfort of your space. “Should I have given you more time?”

“No, it’s just—” You hesitate. “I thought I’d have time to shower before you got here. I feel gross. I wanted to look cute for you.”

His head tilts. Something amused, something fond in the way he looks at you.

“That’s an easy fix.”

Before you can ask what he means, he’s steering you toward the bathroom.

You blink. “Wait—”

“If you need a shower, let’s shower.” His voice is soft, but firm, like he’s stating the most obvious thing in the world. “I love being clean. And I love seeing you naked. This is a win for me.”

“You’re impossible—”

You don’t finish, because his lips are on yours, and your brain goes quiet.

It’s slow, unhurried, his hands moving with the kind of gentleness that makes your heart ache. He pulls your shirt over your head, unbuttons your jeans, sliding them off inch by inch. Every movement deliberate. Worshipful. And then his own clothes hit the floor, and the warmth of his skin against yours makes your breath hitch.

The water turns on.

He watches you with something close to amusement as you shiver at the warmth seeping in, presses a dozen tiny kisses across your face, like he’s mapping you out.

“So,” he murmurs, “how was your day?”

You huff, tilting your head up to look at him. “Not great. Until now.”

“On a scale of 1 to 10?”

You pretend to think about it. “Before you texted me? A 3. After your text? A 7. Once you got here? 8. In the shower? 9.”

He hums, pleased. “Excellent. That means I’m doing my job right.” Then, lower, softer—“Turn around.”

You do, closing your eyes, waiting.

For a second, his hands disappear. Your brows knit together. But then—

The scent of your body wash.

The warmth of his palms returning, slow and deliberate, moving over your skin in soft circles.

And just like that, the weight of the day dissolves.

“Mark…”

“Shhh,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “Let me take care of you. It’ll feel nice.”

And it does. God, it does. You let yourself sink into it. Let yourself exist here, in this moment, where everything is warm and quiet and safe. He rinses you just as carefully, and by the time the water shuts off, you feel boneless.

Then—softness. Warmth. He’s wrapping you in a towel, his hands impossibly gentle. You grip his shoulders, barely thinking, just following. He leads you back to your room, and you let him.

You sit on the bed, half in a daze, watching as he kneels in front of you, rummages through your drawer like it’s his own. He pulls out a pair of underwear, slides it up your legs, his touch featherlight.

“I can do that myself, you know.”

“I know.” He presses a kiss to your knee. “But you need someone to take care of you tonight. Let me.”

He smooths the fabric into place, then smirks. “Though, I usually prefer taking these off of you.” A wink.

You laugh, breathless, fingers sliding into his hair.

“And now?” His voice is quieter, lower. Eyes locked onto yours.

“10/10.”

The smile he gives you is something secret, something warm, something that makes your chest ache.

He smiles, pulling you down into bed with him, tucking you against his chest. His arms wrap around you, warm and steady, and you think—this. This is the safest place in the world. You could stay like this forever, feeling his breath against your neck, letting the rest of the world fade away.

And in this moment, you know. You’ll cherish this. This little pocket of happiness, this unexpected ending to an otherwise forgettable day.

“And now?” he whispers against your ear.

You smile, eyes fluttering shut.

“20/10.”

He kisses your temple.

And just like that, you fall asleep. Wrapped in warmth, in safety, in love.

Mark will always be your safe place. And nights like this always remind you why.

“Goodnight, babe.”

Your last thought before sleep takes you is simple.

You are loved. You are cherished. You are home.

-

[ayukas]

synopsis in a city that never snows, the first flakes arrives on the night two lovers say goodbye.

genre angst, missed timings word count 873

notes to celebrate molo... (ᵕ—ᴗ—) this was heavily inspired by the song, 认真的雪, by joker xue! renjun covered this song back in 2022 as well :D as always, constructive and kind feedback, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated, please enjoy!

the first time mark held your hand, it was on a summer night, with your fingers sticky from too many candied strawberries. you had laughed, warmth coursing through your hands, and he had sworn under the blinking neon signs that he would love you forever.

the last time mark held your hand, it was winter, but not quite cold enough to snow. his fingers trembled when you pulled away, leaving only warmth fading into absence.

you had spent your entire lives together. first as childhood friends, then as lovers, and eventually, as fiances. but somewhere along the way, life happened.

mark was constantly buried in music—late nights in his studio, endless hours tweaking beats, lost in melodies that never seemed to be perfect enough. you were drowned in wedding gowns and floral arrangements, your days filled with wine tasting, venue visits, and frantic brides who wanted their special day to be flawless.

at first, it didn't seem like a problem at all. you both had dreams, and you supported each other's ambitions. you saw how mark's eyes lit up when he talked about a new song idea, just like he saw how you thrived in the chaos of planning the perfect wedding for your clients.

but slowly, the distance started creeping in.

"are you free for dinner tonight?" you had called him one evening, hopeful after realising that it had been a week since you last saw each other.

mark hesitated, fingers still hovering over his keyboard, the track on his screen unfinished. "i'm sorry baby, i can't. i'm in the middle of recording."

"okay. maybe next time." you swallowed the lump in your throat.

another night, mark had sent you a text. wanna go for a walk with me? it had been his way of making up for lost time, a small attempt to piece things back together.

you stared at your laptop, stared at the intricate lace details you were designing for your next client, before sighing. sorry markie. i have a deadline tonight.

missed opportunity after missed opportunity. you were always just a second too late, a step too far apart.

one night, as you left your office, the city's skyline stretched out before you, wrapped in a haze of golden streetlights. you exhaled a breath you didn't know you had been holding and pulled out your phone.

looks like it's about to snow tonight.

mark's reply came quickly. this city never snows, silly.

you smiled as his response, but somehow, it felt more like an ache than amusement.

you should've known that love wasn't just about holding onto memories, but more about making new ones. but how could you, when you and mark were just echoes of the past, too exhausted to build a future?

it was in the soft glow of a wedding hall, watching your clients, a bride and groom, sway in each other's arms, that the realisation hit you like a slow-moving train.

you could plan the perfect wedding for someone else, but you couldn't save your own.

you thought about your own engagement. the excitement you once felt when mark got on one knee and whispered promises of forever to you. but what was the point of a wedding if there was no time left for love?

mark had wanted to play you a song that night. a song that he had written for you, about you. it was the reason he had asked you to go on that walk.

he imagined sitting beside you on a bench, fingers strumming softly against his guitar strings, watching the way your face would light up like it always did when he played for you.

instead, he played it alone. in the dim glow of his studio, voice cracking on the last verse, wondering if you'd ever get to hear it.

after all, you were always missing each other's timing.

and so, when you finally sat across from each other in that quiet cafe, it wasn't anger that filled the space between you. it was resignation. exhaustion.

you both knew it was coming, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

"i love you," mark whispered, voice breaking on the words.

you smiled, but the tears welling up in your eyes was unmistakeable, "i love you too."

"but love isn't enough, is it?"

you looked away.

you weren't sure who let go first, but eventually, your hands fell away from each other.

there was no dramatic fight. no desperate pleas. just silence, punctuated by the soft clink of a spoon against a coffee mug, and the sound of both your hearts shattering.

mark reached for his coffee, but his hands were shaking too much to even lift it. you had watched him for a moment longer, memorising the curve of his jaw, and the way his eyelashes cast shadows against his skin.

and then, you stood up.

he didn't stop you.

that night, as mark stepped out of the cafe, he tilted his head back, letting out a slow breath. that was when he felt it.

a snowflake. then another.

his phone buzzed, a message from you.

it's snowing.

mark broke.

right there, in the middle of a city that never snowed, he wept for the love you had lost.

perm. taglist ♡ @renjunsversion @ddolbyong @f6llsun @egojo1st @sungbites @nonverdolly @strwberie @blondemrk @chenlezip @markkiatocafe @stqrgr7 @jisungji @taroddori @haeriaes

[jks1uv]

𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ; mark grayson | one-shot |

summary: after the world is rebuilt, mark grayson gets to see you in a dress again.

pairing: gf!fem!reader x bf!mark grayson.

trope: established relationship.

genre: fluff + romance + some comedy + the tiniest bit of angst but in a nostalgic way.

warnings‼️: just a lot of corniness (i’m sorry 😭).

word count: 1,026.

random disclaimerrr: i’m back w some more marky poo fluff by popular demand (the voices in my head)! this is the sequel to The Only Exception but can be read as a standalone :) tysm for the love on my mark / invincible fic guys seriously i’m so fucking grateful 🫶🏽🫶🏽 happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jks1uv

It’s been a few months since the many variants of Invincible wreaked havoc upon your city.

Life for many is trying to get back into the groove it was in before. Tragedy for the many casualties is the one thing that’ll never leave or change.

The Spring Formal is still on and somehow, it seems kind of silly to be fretting over your dress and heels and shoes and—

Mark’s caller ID pops up on your phone, momentarily pausing your inner troubles.

“Hey, you.”

You hear his smile through the phone and it makes you smile instinctively.

“Hey.”

Mark taps the speaker icon as he changes out of his superhero suit. “I finally found something to wear this Saturday.”

“You could’ve pulled off the Adam Sandler look.”

His laugh is muffled by the t-shirt sliding over his face but you hear it nonetheless.

“What time you gonna come pick me up, Invinciboy?”

He groans in annoyance and you giggle wildly at him.

“You’re never gonna let that one go, are you?”

“Nope!” You pop the ‘p’.

It’s Saturday evening.

Currently, 5 minutes till 5; the time Mark’s supposed to pick you up.

Your hair is styled nicely, your dress a pretty pale yellow.

You took inspiration from Andie’s dress color from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003) and thought it’d be a subtle nod to your superhero boyfriend.

The dress is a gorgeous spaghetti strapped silk gown with a tight fitted corset and a flowy silhouette.

The jewelry is kept simple; a thin chain rests on your collarbones, a small watch wraps around your wrist with pearl earrings adorning your ears.

Your heels are a glossy black and add 3 inches to your height, perfect for a slow dance moment!

You feel beautiful, and you are.

You’re looking over yourself in a full body length mirror, your eyes skim over your face and arms.

It’s time.

Your room clouds with the last few spritzes of perfume you spray and you walk out.

You’re coming down the stairs when you hear Mark’s voice mixed in with your parents’ laughter.

When did he get here?

You turn the corner and the lively atmosphere morphs into one of quiet admiration.

Your mom is in awe, she marvels over the amazing reflection of herself. You’re a wonderful image.

“You’re so beautiful.” She whispers.

Tears prick your eyes as you hug her and your dad is holding back the urge to see you as you used to be all those years ago.

Back when you were trying on your mom’s dresses and experimenting with her makeup and jewelry and shoes.

He simply nods and hugs you, his chin resting on your head.

“You look great.” He says.

“Thank you.” You shyly reply.

Mark is staring and how can he not? You’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and you’re his girlfriend now. Your beauty enhances from his love, he thinks.

Your parents part and let you and Mark have some time with this first look.

“Wow.” He sighs as his eyes take you in.

They innocently wander across the expansion of your figure and you silently do the same.

“That good, huh?” You smirk.

Mark doesn’t have it in himself to fight your teasing because right now, he’s feeling sappy.

His eyes shine with an intensity that show the fireworks you’ve set off in his heart.

“You’re beautiful.”

The speed your confidence boils down to a timid attitude is that of a world record timing.

You instantly look down on the floor from his gaze and interlock your fingers together.

“Thank you, handsome.” You smile.

He nods to himself and chuckles. “No problem.” His cheeks tinged a light pink.

Mark holds his elbow out for you to take and you do. Your arm interlocks with his and you walk outside, a soccer mom van awaiting as your chariot.

Courtesy of William.

You and the girls make a move on taking photos while Mark, Rick and William get some food and chat with Amber’s boyfriend.

You take a quick glance at Mark and see him looking at you.

It’s cheesy but the world around you quiets down when your eyes meet his. Like there’s a secret language you speak with your eyes alone.

The DJ puts on a slow song and all the couples hit the floor.

You look at Eve apologetically but she shrugs it off.

“I’ll be alright, Y/n. Don’t worry.”

You nod and turn around to find Mark already two steps ahead of you.

“May I have this dance?” He asks with the suave of a 17th century duke.

“You may.”

Mark’s hands find your hips and your hands find his shoulders.

Being this close, gently swaying side to side while looking into each other’s eyes feels so intimate. A feeling of peace clouds the air and for the first time, Invincible can take a backseat and let Mark Grayson drive the car.

“This is nice.” He says.

“Mhm.” You nod once, twice.

Your fingers interlock behind his neck and it causes his neck hairs to arise.

“That tickles.” He huffs out.

Your lips split into a grin and you shake your head. “You’re so romantic.”

He shrugs and smiles back, taking a moment to really look at you.

He sees all of which makes you unique. Your makeup may cover up the moles and freckles and scars that litter your face but it only enhances your beauty for him.

The slight curve of your nose, your round cheeks and soft jaw.

Your eyes, though have a magnetic field of their own. They draw him in and make him never want to look away.

“You’re staring.” You mumble out, your bashful nature coming to the surface.

He blinks and lets the corners of his lips quirk up. “I can’t stop.” He whispers.

You rest your forehead on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace.

It’s a different kind of spring this year. A spring that’s relatively normal, easygoing. The kind that is the start of a new beginning and makes you wonder, same time next year?

[hiiikiko]

𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖇

[6: nerds and jocks]

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

tlou m.list | series m.list

spider-man!ellie x reader

synopsis: guess who’s back?! wait…. actually.. god no

“Ellie, I already told you to fuck of—.”

“Who’s Ellie?”

Mother fucking hell.

“Abby, what the hell are you doing here,” you furrow your brows and pinch your nose bridge, not in any mood to deal with her.

“That anyway to greet your favourite ex?” she teases, putting her hands up in mock surrender.

“Seriously, just tell me.”

Abby smirks, “Can I come inside first?”

You knew she wasn’t going to take no for an answer so you reluctantly make room for her to enter.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

ELLIE’S POV:

What the fuck was she doing with Abby? Why was Abby at her fucking door?! Actually, what am I doing here?? Why did I think I even stood a chance with her, of course, she’d choose that stupid fucking rich jock.. Ugh, I’m such a fucking loser..

Ellie scoffs as she gazes at your apartment from the building across yours, I can’t watch this bullshit anymore, I should get going.

Ellie swings off the roof and heads back to her place, muttering to herself, “Can’t believe I was going to tell her about this stupid power.”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

She smiles and sits down on your couch, “Came here to ask if you’d go to that Winter Ball thing with me.”

You had totally forgotten all about the Snowflake Ball, a shitty fundraiser banquet hosted by Abby’s parents along with the rest of the city council.. you had gone every year since you were about 12.

“Shit, totally forgot about that,” you groan, “but the answer is no,” you lead her to the door, gesturing for her to leave which she comply with.

Abby narrows her brows at you, “What do you mean no?”

“I mean no as in I’m not going,” you begin to shut the door.

Abby puts her hand on the door, “What do you mean you’re not going.”

You groan, “I mean that my presence will not exist in that vicinity.”

She rolls her eyes, “Well, I knew what you meant but—.”

“Good night, Abby,” you smile a sickeningly sweet smile and shut the door.

You felt a little bad about being so blunt but, come on, there’s no way Abby would’ve taken a hint.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The next day, you woke up with a headache, there was no way that you could make it through today without a coffee, especially since you woke up to a flurry of messages from Abby and… your father… that can wait till later, right? Coffee first.

You head across the street and grab a quick drink then hail a cab, today you had a photoshoot… with Ellie… that is if she didn’t cancel again.

You sigh and lean your head against the window, watching the towering buildings pass by, hoping to catch a flicker of red and blue.

“Finally, you’re here,” Markus, your stylist and designer, cries dramatically as you enter his studio, his voice almost too high for your headache, “God, you look like hell.. well, I suppose nothing a little concealer and blush can’t fix.”

“Good morning to you too, Marky,” you roll your eyes and toss your scarf and sweater off, taking a seat on a nearby chair while the makeup artist Andy prepped his tools, “So, what kind of shoot are we doing this morning?”

Markus beams widely, “I’m going for uptown girl but if she were a downtown girl with a hint of espresso and some indie undertones but not leaving out a hint of city pop.”

Wow.

You just smile and nod, something you had grown used to.

“So… just Andy, Leoné (the photographer), you, and me today?” you quirk your brow as Andy begins to apply concealer to your dark circles.

“Yeah..” well, shit, “oh, but that scrawny white girl is coming to, uh, Ellen?” he says as he flips through his look book.

You try to suppress an ‘oh’ expression so you just nod, “Ellie, you mean.”

“Whatever, Ellen sounds better anyway.”

You roll your eyes and laugh a bit.

As soon as you’re done being prepped, Markus practically shoves an outfit into your chest and throws you into a closet to get changed, warning you over and over to not ‘force’ anything.

The dress fits, just needing a few alterations which Markus quickly fixes with a few clothes pins and stitches.

“Perfect,” he claps and shoos you off to the set which is the next room over, he decided to use the brick wall of the old building and a simple stool.. you didn’t really understand what he was going for but I mean, as long as you got paid, right?

Leoné greets you as you come into his cameras view, “Hello, Y/n.”

“Leo,” you smile and take a seat on the stool as Markus adjusts your hair and the way the dress falls around you.

Your eyes dart past Leo and land on ‘Ellen,’ who’s fiddling with the lights and making sure everything is plugged in.

You try your best to stay mad at her, not wanting to forget how she had made you feel like shit last night and how she seemingly likes to play with your feelings.. but it was hard when she looked so adorable clumsily messing with the camera lenses, her hands a little shaky under Leoné’s critical eye.

You giggle softly and rest your chin in the palm of your hand, tilting your head a bit to show more of your neck and the dresses straps while your hair fell to the side.

“Good, good,” Leo yelled, using his hands for emphasis as he snapped picture after picture of you, directing you with his sharp words and gestures.

You could feel Ellie’s eyes locked on you, you couldn’t tell if it was because you were the subject of today’s shoot or something else..

After the shoot, you’re allowed to change back into your clothes. You walk over to Markus and thank him again for giving you this shoot.

Making your way out of the studio is such a relief, the studio was hot from the lights and equipment. Before hailing a taxi, you just lean against the brick wall of the building and take a few deep breaths.

“Hey,” Ellie says softly.

Your eyes snap open and you look up to Ellie who’s leaning against the railing of the stairs, her eyes fixated on your form below her.

“Hi,” you mutter and push yourself off the wall and make your way to the edge of the sidewalk, clearing your throat to hail a taxi.

Ellie scoffs and follows you, “So, you and Abby back together?”

“What?” you furrow your brows and look back.

“You heard me, are you and Anderson back together?” she crosses her arms and looks at you, though it seems she’s staring right through you and into your soul, making you feel a little uneasy and shift your feet.

“What the hell? No, of course not,” you scoff.

“So what was she doing at your apartment last night?”

“H-How did you know she came over?” your eyes widen a bit.

“I-I saw her go into the building when I was leaving.”

Bullshit.

You scoff, “You’re such a shitty liar!”

Ellie’s eyes widen, she actually thinks that maybe you’re the one with spidey sense for a second, “What? No, I’m not! I’m a great liar!”

You fold your arms, giving a look that screamed ‘really?’

She quickly pushes her glasses back up her nose bridge, a nervous tic you think, “I-I mean, I’d be a great liar.. if i were one, that is..”

You can’t help but laugh a bit but quickly resume your angry expression.

“Are you stalking me, or something?”

“What? No, of course not, I’d never do something like that.”

“I don’t believe you,” you scoff and make your way back to the street.

“Why not!”

You spin on your heel, “I don’t know, maybe because you somehow know my place of work? Know who comes over to my place? Somehow show up wherever I’m at? Need I say more?”

“I-I.. I can explain..” she sighs defeatedly.

“Do tell.”

Then her phone rings, “C-Can I tell you later? I gotta take this.”

You sigh, “Whatever.”

She gives you a sorry look and quickly runs to her truck, disappearing into the sea of cars.

“I can’t stand her,” you scoff.

Maybe going to the ball with Abby wasn’t such a bad idea.. I mean, at least Abby had some rep.. even if she could be such a boneheaded jock.. and so what if you like Ellie, she’s kind of nerdy.. and sweet… and a complete fucking idiot.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

ELLIE’S POV:

“Fuckin’ Jesse!” she mutters as she turns the key in the ignition, “Why did he have to call now of all times, it better be fuckin’ urgent.”

Ellie tried to play it off but there was something in the pit of her stomach telling her that something was gravely wrong..

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

tags: @elliecoochieeater @wavesgocrash @g3latin @elliesflowersblog @usuck @elliessweetheart @miss-chananandler-bong @lvlymicha @prettywhnyoucry @g0d-wont-let-me-die @errorlovernotfound99 @thatgiraffefromtlou @ilovewomenfr @abbyswh0r3

[curemarky745]

CLASH TO BE CHAMPION EPISODE 10 SPOILERS!!!!

•

•

•

FIREPOUND IS CANON OMF!!!! I did a screenshot redraw of the kissing scene!

[andorshitdaily]

ANDOR + Texts From Last Night

[blbyena]

non-boyfriend!mark x reader , celebrity!ready, famous!reader first meeting , shy markie, reader and mark have a shooting together

Fluff

Part 2 of Courtside Chemistry

-

After your viral encounter with mark you both get booked to shoot for Ralph Lauren....

The Australian Open had ended, but the buzz around it hadn’t. And somehow, neither had the buzz around you and Mark Lee.

The clips of you two meeting—just a brief, casual courtside interaction—had practically set the internet on fire. Fans had caught on to the easy smiles, the way Mark had leaned in just slightly when you spoke, the way you had tucked your hair behind your ear when he did. It wasn’t much, really. But to the world, it was enough. #MarkY/N trended for days. Edits of your interaction flooded social media, captions ranging from “They look like a movie couple” to “When worlds collide in the best way possible.” Some fans even speculated a hidden history between you two. You had laughed when you first saw the theories—one thread had literally broken down the exact moment Mark’s gaze softened while looking at you.

And then, just as you thought the hype might settle, an email changed everything.

Polo Ralph Lauren – Official Campaign Proposal

You scanned through the message once. Then again. And then one more time just to make sure you weren’t imagining things.

The brand had just signed you as an official ambassador—a dream collaboration in itself—but their next idea was what made your breath hitch.

A joint campaign with Mark Lee.

The reasoning was simple: the world was already watching. Why not lean into it? The brand wanted to capture that very energy that had fans talking—elegant yet effortless, chemistry that didn’t need to be forced. You weren’t sure what stunned you more: the fact that Polo Ralph Lauren wanted to capitalize on this sudden attention, or the fact that they had already reached out to Mark.

And that he had agreed.

You arrived in Korea late last night, exhaustion settling deep in your bones from the long flight. But there was no time to dwell on it—your first official shoot as a Polo Ralph Lauren ambassador was today, and you had to be on set by 8 AM sharp. The morning felt like a blur. Your team was already moving fast, making sure everything was in place, briefing you on the schedule, confirming outfits, and prepping for the interview later in the day. But underneath all that, you felt it—the nerves.

This was your first major campaign as an official brand ambassador. Not just a feature, not just a special guest. You were the face of it. And on top of that, you’d be shooting with Mark.

The same Mark Lee who had unknowingly set the internet on fire with you just a few weeks ago. The same Mark Lee who, whether you admitted it or not, made you just a little more nervous than usual.

As you checked your phone for the time—7:58 AM—you heard someone call out:

“Mark just arrived.”

And just like that, your stomach flipped.

This was really happening.

You spotted Mark just as you were checking the time again. He had just arrived, dressed casually in a hoodie and cap, but even in his laid-back look, he had that effortless presence that made people turn their heads.

For a second, neither of you moved. There was a brief pause—just a flicker of hesitation—before you both stepped forward at the same time.

“Hey,” Mark said first, voice quieter than usual.

“Hey,” you echoed, offering a small smile.

It was… a little awkward, but not in a bad way. Just the kind of awkward that came with seeing someone again after the entire internet had spent weeks analyzing your first meeting. Before either of you could say more, a staff member clapped their hands. “Alright, you two! Let’s get you into wardrobe.” Mark nodded, flashing you a sheepish smile before heading toward his changing room. You exhaled and followed the stylist toward yours.

Inside, your outfit was already laid out—a fitted white top, a brownish jean skirt, and a colorful scarf that was meant to be wrapped around your arm. It was strikingly similar to Mark’s look, which consisted of a beige jacket and matching pants, a white tank top, and the same scarf detail around his jeans. As the team worked on your hair, giving it a sleek wet-look finish, you could hear muffled voices from the other room. Probably Mark getting styled at the same time. It was strange knowing he was just a few feet away, both of you preparing for a shoot that was about to push you even further into the spotlight.

You took a deep breath, rolling your shoulders back. This was it. No turning back now.

As you stepped onto the set, the first thing you noticed was the background—a breathtaking sunset sky casting warm hues over a safari-like landscape. The sand beneath your feet was soft, slightly uneven, making every step feel intentional. Mark was already there, standing a few feet away, hands tucked into the pockets of his beige jacket. When he noticed you, he straightened slightly, offering a small, shy smile. You walked closer, stopping at a comfortable distance. For a moment, neither of you said anything, just letting the sounds of the crew adjusting the lighting and setting up equipment fill the space.

Then, almost unconsciously, you nudged at the sand with your foot.

Mark noticed, tilting his head slightly. Then he did the same—just a small, casual kick at the ground, mimicking you.

You hummed, looking around the set. The warmhues of the sunset sky made everything feel almost surreal, like you had stepped into a completely different world. “This is kinda crazy,” you admitted.

Mark tilted his head. “The shoot?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I mean… first the Australian Open, now this. Feels like everything happened so fast.”

Mark exhaled a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Tell me about it. One minute, I’m just watching a match, the next, I’m in a whole campaign.” He glanced at you, eyes warm. “With you.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. Before you could say anything else, one of the staff members called out, signaling that it was almost time to start.

The shoot was about to begin.

The photographer called for the first set of shots, and you found yourself standing on one side of a large, striking black tree, Mark on the opposite side. It was a cool contrast against the warm sunset sky, adding depth to the scene.

You tried to settle into the pose, your body angled slightly toward the tree, arms relaxed at your sides as you played with the positioning of your scarf. Mark mirrored you on his side, adjusting his stance, clearly following the subtle direction the photographer had given him.

For a moment, it felt like a quiet, peaceful standoff between the two of you, each of you locked in your own world. But then, the photographer gave another instruction.

“Alright, Mark, look at Y/N,” they said. “And Y/N, face the camera.”

You hesitated for a moment, your gaze naturally meeting Mark’s. His expression softened, and you couldn’t help but notice the way the light hit his features, giving him that almost cinematic glow. You could feel your heart beat just a little faster as you faced the camera, but your eyes stayed locked with his.

There was a quiet intensity in the way he looked at you. Nothing forced, just a natural connection that felt… easy. It was the kind of chemistry that the photographer had asked for, but you didn’t need to fake it. It was already there.

Mark’s gaze never wavered as the camera clicked rapidly, capturing the moments between you. You didn’t even realize how much you were leaning into the interaction until the photographer called out, “Perfect!”

You blinked, suddenly feeling self-conscious as you pulled your focus back to the shoot.

The photographer then decided to push the chemistry that had been building between you and Mark during the shoot.

“Alright,” they said, looking between the two of you, “For this next shot, Mark, take a seat with your back against the tree. Y/N, you’ll sit on his leg. Don’t worry, we’re aiming for something intimate but not uncomfortable. We just want to capture that natural connection you two have.”

Mark’s face flushed instantly, his usual calm demeanor slipping just a bit as he glanced at you. You couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, and he gave you a shy smile in return. As you settled into place, sitting carefully on his lap, you both tried to keep the mood light. The whole thing felt surreal—especially with everyone watching, but you and Mark quickly shifted into professional mode.

“Alright, perfect,” the photographer said, snapping a few shots of you both looking directly at the camera.

“Y/N, put your arm on Mark’s shoulder, please.”

You did as asked, letting your hand rest gently on Mark’s shoulder, trying to stay relaxed. The camera clicked as the both of you posed.

For the final shot, the photographer gave a new direction: “Now, I want you both to look at each other. No smiling, just… serious, intense. Feel the moment.”

You hesitated for a second before locking eyes with Mark. The moment felt electric, and as you did, Mark’s hand moved, resting on your hip. Your breath caught in your throat at the unexpected warmth of his touch.

You tried to stay composed, the heat rising in your chest as you forced yourself to focus. It was just a shot. A professional shot. But there was something about the way Mark was looking at you—seriously, yet with an undercurrent of something else—that made you feel like you were losing control.

The camera snapped away.

The photographer lowered their lens and nodded. “Perfect.”

You broke the gaze, trying to shake off the intensity that had built up between you. Before you could even fully process what had just happened, the photographer showed you both the shot.

It was beautiful. Every detail, from the natural chemistry to the way the light hit your faces, was captured perfectly. You could barely recognize yourself—yet, at the same time, you knew it was you.

And then, the photographer called for everyone to wrap up.

You and Mark both stood up from the tree, and suddenly, the whole set erupted into applause. There was a sense of relief, pride, and accomplishment as you both turned to thank everyone.

“Great job, both of you,” one of the crew members said with a smile.

Mark smiled back, giving you a brief but warm look. “Thanks, everyone,” he said, his voice a bit more relaxed now.

You nodded, your heart still racing from the final shots. “Thank you, really. This was amazing.”

As the applause died down, you exchanged one last smile with Mark—no words needed. It was the perfect end to a successful day.

After you finished changing, you stepped out of the building, ready to head back to your hotel. As you walked through the exit, you spotted Mark standing outside, chatting with his manager. His manager seemed to notice you from a distance, nodding in your direction and mentioning that you were about to leave.

Mark looked over just as his manager spoke, his eyes brightening when he saw you. Without missing a beat, he jogged over to you, his usual calm demeanor still present, but there was a slight eagerness to his steps.

“Hey,” he greeted, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Just wanted to say thanks for today. I really enjoyed working with you.”

You smiled back, feeling a little shy under his gaze. “I did too. It was… really fun.”

Mark nodded, his gaze flickering to the ground for a second, clearly a bit bashful. “I actually have a concert soon with my group. If you’re free, you should come. It’d be nice to see you there.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the invitation, and you couldn’t hide your excitement. “I’d love to.”

There was a brief, comfortable silence between the two of you. Then, you hesitated, your nerves bubbling up a little. “Sooo, should I give you my number?” Mark’s face turned slightly pink at the question, his shy smile growing wider. He rubbed the back of his neck, and you could tell he was trying to stay cool. “Uh, yeah. That would be great.” You pulled out your phone, and Mark quickly entered your number, smiling as he finished.

“I’ll text you the concert info,” he said, his voice a little softer now. You nodded, still smiling. “I’m looking forward to it.”

With one last shy smile, Mark stepped back, his manager waving goodbye to you. “Take care,” he said as he turned to head back toward their car.

You watched them leave, feeling a mix of excitement and warmth, already looking forward to the next time you’d see him.

-

The long awaited part 2 I hope y'all like this one as much as the first one 😭

[blue-jisungs]

late night comfort

author's note. how is he even real :(

summary. your boyfriend reassures you that you’re perfect in his eyes, no matter what

warnings. reader is just having a bad day :( ,, not really a warning but female pronouns + mark calls reader pretty, my girl etc + not proofread, sorry!!

word count. +- 800

mark opened the door and almost right away took off his shoes and threw his bag into a corner. the hour wasn’t late, they managed to finished their work as scheduled so there he is, 8:30pm sharp, back home.

the tv in the living room is off, there’s no rattling of cutlery or music playing on the speakers. but your shoes are right next to his. the sight makes his heart flutter just when he hears–

“markie?”

he smiled at the nickname, locking the door.

“yeah, it’s me! are you in bed already?” your boyfriend asks and right away goes to the bathroom. good thing he took a shower right after practice and switched into new clothes, so now he just needed to clean his face and…

“myeah” you answered, something off in your voice.

mark worked quickly on his face care routine, skipping two steps only to finish it earlier. then, he almost jumped into the bedroom and grabbed his pjs.

“is something wrong?” mark asked, frowning. you’re on your side of the bed, facing the window. not turning or even peeking at him. buried under the duvet, you sighed.

“nope, just tired” you murmured.

your boyfriend almost tripped over his own legs because he rushed too early to take a step while his pants were halfway on. only because he feels like there’s some hidden meaning to your words.

“wanna talk about it, dude?” mark asked and the mattress dipped under his weight settling down.

“not really. good night, markie” your voice is muffled by the duvet.

“hey, no. at least give me a kiss, huh? i missed you like crazy, pretty, and all i see is your… well, technically the back of your head” mark joked and stretched his head, still sitting straight.

there’s silence.

“did i do something wrong? come on, i’ll die without a kiss from my girl” he whined, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

“i don’t… i don’t feel pretty today” your voice is quiet but still clearly bouncing off the walls due to the comforting silence in the room.

“what?” mark couldn’t believe his ears. you, the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on, doesn’t feel pretty today? that’s ridiculous. and heartbreaking.

“so no kiss, sorry. i’ll kiss you as much as you want tomorrow, i don’t want you to look at me now” you said, voice bitter.

“what are you talking about? no, please… you looked so angelic this morning and i bet nothing changed. did anyone tell you something?” be grunted, brows furrowing “i’ll beat them up”

“with respect, you’d lose. no, it’s just… one of the days when i look in the mirror and instantly tear my gaze away” as you spoke, mark hated the fact that your back is facing him. that he can’t see you and your adorable face.

“i know” he finally said, voice small “i had those days too. but i promise, you’re so so so beautiful, du– baby”

there’s a small movement and mark laid his hand atop your shoulder.

“can i see you? just for a split second? i missed your pretty face, seriously” mark whined.

your chest moved while letting out a deep sigh and you slowly, shyly even, turn around to peek at him through your arm. mark’s face instantly lit up, ebony irises scanning your features and a toothy smile showing his pearly whites in a boyish manner.

“ha, i thought so. you’re as stunning as ever. as if jit even more beautiful! wanna know why?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. you nod slowly, curious “because you’re laying in my bed, next to me, in our shared home”

“if i give you your goodnight kiss will you lay down and shut up?” you joked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. and mark saw that a relief washed over you. he nodded dramatically and you sat up, covers falling off your shoulders. pulling him by his shirt to close the distance, his lips almost instinctively landed on yours. the kiss is short but sweet, a form of saying ‘thank you, i love you. i needed to hear that’.

and mark felt it, knew it.

wrapping his arms around you and suddenly pulling you back to the laying position, with your head perfectly laying in the crook of his face.

“to me, you could be even covered in ketchup and mustard and you’d be still the prettiest dude ever–” mark started, only to be interrupted by the laughter erupting from your chest.

“okay, okay. i got the memo, silly boy” you poke his chest and feel him smiling from above you “same applies to you though…”

masterlist <3

taglist. @l3visbby ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @w3bqrl

[toshn]

teachers assistant mark grayson pining for the girl who wants his job 🧘‍♀️

mark grayson: “she'll be the death of me—“

— contents: teacher’s assistant!mark pining over f!reader — from the author: thank u sm for ur request!! i loved writing this like sm^^

there he was again. sitting at the teacher’s desk while mr. wilson discusses whatever topic in biology he’s on. your friend told you he was only present in some of mr. wilson’s classes—but a semester has already passed and you still saw his stupid face. you thought he’d only last for a few weeks and then you’ll be able to get the extra credit and finish as top of your class. but no. this ‘mark’ guy is overstaying and he’s gotta go.

“(y/n)? are you okay?” your friend asked, taking a hold of your shoulder worryingly. you didn’t realize the nasty scowl you had on as you stared at mark. you shook your head and hoped he didn't notice—no. you hoped he noticed. notice the ugly mean face you were making towards him so he could hopefully tuck his tail between his legs and leave that sweet teacher's assistant badge for you to use.

you looked at your friend beside you, "yeah. i'm okay, i was just... thinking of something."

"you mean mark?"

your eyes widened in shock, with a bit of disgust, "no way."

"you were totally looking at him. your eyes were about to jump right out of their sockets with how much you've been staring at him." they smirked, giving your shoulder a light shove. "c'mon. there's no need for you to hide your wittle crush on wittle marky.” they teased, “you know, i’ve seen him give you that look the other day. and the day before that. and even the day before before that.”

a deep resentful frown spread across your lips, your arms folding against your chest. that was by all means the farthest thing imaginable from what was going on. and there was no way he was looking like that towards you. there was a mutual understanding that you can’t be friends with the enemy, in this situation, he’s the enemy breaching foreign territory since he has the job you’ve been wanting. and it wasn't like that was the main reason you've been staring. you needed that job for the extra credit, but maybe a small part of you in the back of your mind agrees with what your friend said. you're never telling them any of that though. "i'm so gonna kill you one day."

they shrugged, shifting their gaze back to the power point mr. wilson was discussing.

halfway through the lecture, you looked down onto the blank notebook staring back at you. awaiting to be written on. you lifted your head to look at the power point when for some reason, something enticed you into looking at the teacher’s desk. where mark was at. you tried to subtly look at the desk for just a split a second, only to come into eye contact with mark. who was seemingly already staring at you beforehand. he must be plotting some kind of ploy to keep you away from stealing that sweet teacher’s assistant position. you quickly looked away before it could prolong and tried to soak any information that left the professor’s mouth.

you understood nothing. you instead doodled mindlessly on what was supposed to be your notes for today's lecture for the entirety of the class, failing to comprehend anything at all. the lesson wasn't really getting through your head for some reason, and you figured it was one of those days. the only thing that snapped you away from further drifting off into space was the professor’s loud voice bidding farewell, signaling the end of the lesson. you couldn't even remember the first thing the professor said, or hell, even anything. all you could think about really was coming into eye contact with mark. but maybe that’s because you hated him so much.

you were packing your stuff back into your tote, already planning on where to eat lunch at with your friend, when all of a sudden, a large hand appeared on your desk. placing your research paper down which had a large 'B' marked in red on the upper-right corner of your paper.

your mouth went agape. that was a flawless paper. you revised the damn thing more times than you could count and made sure each and every citation was reliable and substantial. you even went out of your way and consulted different professors in the field to make sure what you were doing was right. and mark had the balls to give you a B?

"how is this a B? did you check my paper?" you accusingly smacked the material in hand to emphasize that you are not happy with your grade.

he raised his eyebrow, "yeah. and what if i did? if you have any problems. feel free to talk to mr. wilson for whatever concerns you have." he blatantly responded, quickly walking away before you could protest any further.

"that little shit. he knows i'm onto him. he knows i'd be a better assistant than he would so he's- he's doing this on purpose!" you frustratedly ranted towards your friend, who was busying themselves with cleaning up their spot. “he’s unbelievable! how-how is someone like him allowed to be given that job!” you shoved the remainder of your stuff into your bag and scurried off towards mr. wilson, leaving your friend behind with an exasperated sigh.

noticing you approaching, mr. wilson turned his head towards you. “(y/n), how can i help you?” he politely greeted with a smile.

you slightly shifted on the spot, changing your demeanor slightly. you stretched your hand out and showed him your unfairly graded research paper. “mr. wilson, i was wondering what was the criteria for me to be graded with a B? my work deserves more than this grade i was originally given.”

he nodded his head in understanding, “ah. your academic paper. mark was the one who graded these on my behalf. what’s the matter with it?”

“professor, it really seems to me that he’s irresponsibly and unfairly grading papers that don’t deserve low gradings, i really spent my time and effort into producing an output that i was sure to get a higher mark than this.”

he took the paper out of your hands and skimmed the first two pages, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “this is a good paper, i’ll talk to mark about this later. for the mean time, i’ll be keeping it. i’ll give it back to you tomorrow.”

“thank you so much, mr. wilson. i really appreciate it!” you cheered, leaving the room with a content expression before a mischievous smirk crawled onto your lips. when mr. wilson finds out how bad mark messed up, he’s sure to give the job to you and-

“you just had to tell him. didn’t you?”

before you could get a few steps in from leaving the classroom, mark stood in front of you at the doorway. all tall and broad, preventing you from reaching the exit in peace.

you raised your eyebrows and scoffed, “you graded my paper unfairly and you know it. step aside-“ you squinted your eyes to look at the name tag beside him, rolling your eyes internally at the title above it, “grayson.”

you turned to his right to quickly leave him behind without saying anything more to mark. you were gonna be late for your lunch date with your friend after all.

mark held a hand to his chest, biting his lip to prevent the feelings bubbling up from within his chest. he wanted to jump out a window and scream how pretty you were even when you were mad at him. his heart was thumping so loudly it was ringing in his ears and it felt like it was about to implode into itself. he turned around to look at your retreating figure one last time, before preparing himself to face the professor over a grade he gave on a whim to piss you off.

she'll be the death of me.

@ toshn, pls do not steal or ur cheeks will!! be clapped.

[lovelywetdreamer]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MORE OF CECILS DAUGHTER! READER AND MARKKK

Since your dad, Cecil, was training Mark to fight a new threat, he allowed Mark to crash at his place. He was second-guessing allowing Mark to stay at the house. The idea of his precious daughter being left alone in the house with filthy men. But on the other hand, he never has to worry about your safety ever again. He can get also more work done without the pain in his heart of leaving you alone.

To bad for your dad, Mark became more disrespectful in his own special ways. While you making breakfast in the kitchen, Mark decided to eat you from the back. He knew your dad could come any moment, but the idea of getting caught made him shove his tongue deeper.

"Don't burn the egg, baby. You know your dad hate brown eggs." Mark smile against your cunt.

It was one of those days after Mark had done training, he was crashing at your place. There is a bedroom next to yours that is meant for Mark. To be honest, Mark doesn't even know what that room look like. He too busy being in your room.

Well, it's more like he's too busy being inside you. Mark can't help but get horny after he gets done training. He needs your pretty little pussy in his mouth the first thing he gets off from training. Your dad doesn't know, but you stop wearing panties in the house. It would be pointless because Mark ripped your panties off you. Tonight is no exception. Mark got his hands wrapped around your neck as you were on all fours. "Fuuck! You are sucking me in so good baby." Mark moans into your ears as the tip of his dick is hitting your womb. He wasn't lying. He couldn't pull his cock out even if he wanted to. Your sweet soft walls squeezing around his hard dick. You could also feel him getting hard inside you.

It was hard not to cum on the spot by the way Mark's thrust became more ruthless and deeper. Thanks to your dad's training, Mark has gotten better in bed. His heavy balls rubbing against your soft thighs. He lasted longer in bed now. He still fucking you after he coming in you. It was awful yesterday when your dad ask what that clear stinky liquid on your foot. You had lied to your dad that it was sunscreen because you can't tell him his future grandchildren leak out of and landed on your foot.

Mark removed one of his hand off your throat and moved it down your clit. Rubbing your swollen clit was the thing you needed to push you over the edge. "M-Marky I'm about to c-c-

You couldn't finish your sentence because your heart dropped. Your father was standing infront of bedroom.

Are you guys finally gonna get caught?