#tomark fic

[cynicaltodeath]

TOMARKTOBER TIME!!!!! This started as a personal thing for my kid fic au but I decided I’d release it out into the world so here you go tomarkers, do with this what you will and tag your entries with #tomarktober for all the world to see

[touchdownxboy]

After "It Hurts" I have been thinking of reposting "The Days in the Waves"

ONLY THING IS it was never finished, and I don't have any plans to do so.

Would anyone be upset if I posted an unfinished fic, or would yall wanna read it regardless?

[terminals3v3n]

one of my favorite tomark fanfics ever got deleted

it was one man drinking games on lj

[tomdelongefuckedmymom]

They didn’t need to sit outside and watch the rain - Mark’s mom would have been plenty happy with them coming in and taking over the living room like they always did - but this was where they stayed for now. 

A moment passed, and then Mark took a seat on the ground next to Tom, close enough that their knees brushed together, the two silent as they watched a puddle of water near them growing larger, and larger, spreading closer to where they sat, each starting to feel more of the pleasant buzz that came with smoking those little joints Tom was always pulling out from behind his ear or inside that Altoids container. 

But the physical contact seemed to break some spell over Tom, and he leaned his head on Mark’s shoulder, reaching forward to dip his fingers in the growing puddle and drawing out two cartoon boobs. 

“That’s us,” he said, and Mark laughed, reaching over to dip his fingers in the same puddle, adding an exaggerated penis to the top of the breasts. 

“Now it’s a dick and balls,” he added, and Tom cackled. 

“Sounds like our band,” he grinned against Mark’s shoulder. “Scott’s the dick and we’re the balls. Two nuts outta the same sack.”

- from The First Five Times, a Tomark fic in progress I've got cooking for y'all

[tomblinkies]

can you post a list of fic recs?

see you - nordstarr on ao3 @nordstarr

kissing lessons - tripledogdare on ao3 (I dont know if they have tumblr I'm sorry)

crappy love songs - howtomflirts on ao3 @howtomflirts

star gazing - littlewindmill on ao3 (I dont know if they have tumblr either)

(all of these are tomark fics, that's all I read rn-)

these writers are incredibly talented, all of them are tagged for their tumblr next to their fic!!

I also suggest reading fics by sadwhales on ao3!! their tumblr is @farfromohio

[shutupandplayasong]

Sometimes I think about that fic I read where instead it of being labeled "tomark" it was labeled "delongus"

[blvrkr]

Im tomark fic starved, No pressure but you have a big fan here, (Im eating this OMT era up) All your writing is so good please dont feel like no one reads it because I love it sm 😓

[extraordinarrygrrrl]

Hey guys! I'm in the process of writing a Warped Tour romance fic, with a light dash of Tomark/blink and some other skatepunk bands! It would mean the world if you checked it out and even give some feedback. I'm a fairly new writer and I'm super proud of this work in progress! XOXO Khloe!

[kantuh]

help :P

tomark people what are good fic / oneshot prompts i havent written since like november and im outta ideas

[whatthefuckisapetekey]

I crave tomark comfort fic. Where tom get comforted I need more. Like no smut tho bc it tbh ruins it.

[former-ghosts]

your tomark fics…. NEED MORE

there is absolutely more to come! aaaa it's very nice to know there are people looking forward to my silly fics!!<33

[touchdownxboy]

Title: It's All Fun and Games (Until Someone Gets Hard) Rating: Explicit Author: touchdownxboy

Tom resumed his position on the floor, swaying slightly as he did so. He quickly downed the shot, and waited for Lissy to pour him another.

"So, what's the game?" Mark asked, a little suspicious of Lissy's intentions.

She smirked, her right dimple making its appearance. "Well," she paused, looking around to make sure no one was there. And pouring herself another shot, this time of the purple shimmer drink. "You two…" she paused, flicking her head back to take the shot. "You two have to kiss, for as long as you can. No touching. No hands on each other. No pressing your chests together." She wagged her finger at them. "No no."

Mark scoffed, folding his arms. "This sounds like it's strictly for your own entertainment.

Lissy pouted. "No." She pondered this further

I wanted to reshare this cause I'm proud of the editing/rewriting and think this fic needed a bit more love.

[eukalypsenow]

The Adventure – Chapter 12

I-is anyone still out there? Let me know! Part of this was inspired by “The Urethra Chronicles 2″ around the 40 minute mark: https://youtu.be/Prba5s__6u0?t=2400  For those who can‘t open my fic on tumblr: Wattpad Link

[tomdelongefuckedmymom]

happy bday to my favorite tomark writer @cosm1c-chaos

have you read her tomark fics yet? you should read them and leave her a little comment! sappy smut guaranteed to lift your mood 🩷

[tomblinkies]

someone tell me to update my tomark fic

[tomarkstories]

This time I cannot run

(So this is a re-post of an old tomark fic from like 2012 I took down a while ago)

A one-shot tomark fic. Mark knows that we know.

They knew. They totally knew. Was it really that obvious? They tried to joke about it all the time but apparently, some people looked right through them.

The venue was big. There was a balcony going across the room where the fans with seating tickets were. A banner (probably made of paper or fabric) was hanging from the middle of it. The big letters painted in black read ”JUST KISS HIM, TOM”.

This,

had gotten too far.

Tomark. Tomark exists. Tomark tomark tomark. It was everywhere on the internet. Small, moving pictures they called ”gifs” with him and Tom expressing their love for each other in interviews. Photos fans had worked hard on to change Skye’s face to Tom’s. ”Every AVA song is about Mark” and ”every +44 song is about Tom”. They had no idea how fucking right they were.

Mark once even read a fanfiction. A small story about himself and the sexiest man on earth, Thomas, obviously. It had been about how they took care of ”stuff” before a show. Had turned him on a lot.

Travis was almost done with his drum solo. His hip hop stuff both confused and amazed him and Tom since they weren’t into that stuff at all, but not even the biggest punk rock fan would disagree to the fact that watching Travis play those drums was extremely powerful and almost magical.

The crowd had been crazy that night at Brixton Academy. Those London people were always crazy. The band hadn’t been there for over one year. Rumours said they had sold out the show in only fifteen minutes. And that was huge if your name wasn’t Justin Bieber.

Another great thing about that one night was that Tom was sober. Not even a little drunk. This made his voice sound so much better, and he was still as funny as when he was drunk.

There it went. Travis pulled off his last beat and the venue went all dark while people screamed and screamed and applauded and screamed. It was time for Mark and Tom to get on stage again to finish the show off with Dammit followed by Family Reunion. Confetti would soon fill the room. Mark smiled because he knew it was the kids’ favourite part of the set. Jack always went crazy when the confetti started pumping out, he would even start dance some nights, and that kid was usually really shy about that kind of stuff.

Mark was just about to walk out on stage again when someone grabbed him by the wrist. He quickly turned around, expecting to face their backline guy.  It was Tom. He wore his Gibson around the neck and that big, crooky smile on the lips. ”Mark….” He said quietly, almost whispering, and smiled even bigger.

”What is it, Tom? We have to get out there again..” He answered and immediately felt very boring and grown up with that kind of answer. They could do what the fuck they wanted to. It was their show. Maybe they should bring back the flaming ”FUCK” sign. Mark smiled when memories from old, good times started rushing through his mind.

Tom kept the smile on his face and pulled Mark closer, still by just his wrist. His instrument touched with Mark’s white fender.  He leaned over and put his lips close to Mark’s right ear, still holding his wrist. Mark could feel Tom’s breath in his ear. He immediately felt blood rushing through his body. Blood pumping in particular parts of his body, making things grow... ”Why don’t we just… you know.. do it? The sign, you know” Tom whispered after a few seconds of what seemed to have been him doubting whether he really should say it or not.

So. Tom wanted to kiss him tonight in front of thousands of people. Nothing weird with that, eh? They sure would make a lot of people happy if they did it. Actually, Tom came with stuff like that at almost every show they played. He’d always try to kiss Mark, or even just hug him. Mark would always just laugh it away. There wasn’t much that embarrassed him in life but when Tom started doing those things to him in public, he just couldn’t. He got so nervous every time it happened. They had been so so so close revealing it many times. There were tons of interviews up on the internet where they had been only a few seconds away from kissing each other. Then Mark would start laughing, come up with a funny comment or just simply lean away from Tom. He was scared and it was the lamest thing ever.

Tom suddenly tightened his grip around Mark’s wrist. He leaned over even more and their lips were only a few inches away from each other now. ”Come on.. Maaark” he whispered, almost in a moaning voice which made Mark crazy. Tom’s breath on his lips. ”This time you cannot run…” He continued, still whispering, in that exact same tone as in Not Now where he sang the almost identical line. He could easily kiss Tom right now. It was dark and no one would notice. Their families had gone backstage, except Travis’ kids that were still hanging around his drumset like they always did. The crew were busy doing work on stage and they were already used with them two fooling around with each other. Of course, they took it as a joke and didn’t see the fact they were two grown, married men, seriously in love.

Mark closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them with a smile on his lips, which was still just a few inches away from the guy facing him. Anything that would’ve felt embarrassing or weird just fell away as soon as he met Tom’s eyes. Those beautiful brown, thin, eyes that were so full of life, always. The crooked, mischievous smile that he’d fall for every time though he’d seen it every day for over 15 years. He sure missed the lip ring but could easily say that he would look fucking ridiculous with it now. And the cheeks. Those bruised cheeks he used to have all those acne problems with. They were wonderful no matter what, and he loved feeling them against his.

Light.

Lights and thousands of faces.

They were supposed to be out on stage right now. ”I’m sorry” Mark casually said and broke their eye contact. He got out of Tom’s grip and put his hands over the bass and walked out on stage, welcomed by the crowd. He didn’t even look back to see Tom come after him.

Dammit became a mess. Tom fucked up almost every second of the song and Mark, he forgot the whole second verse. Travis however,  was totally flawless as always. Their families were sitting at the side of the stage, looking a bit bummed out. He could feel how the confetti confused Tom even more and God, they hadn’t been this bad since the reunion shows in 2009. He was almost embarrassed when the last riff of the song went out and the crowd started cheering. They had not deserved that.

Tom had turned his back on the crowd and took off to his guitar tech. Mark started to get nervous. They always knew what to say between the songs but it was empty at the moment. He couldn’t joke about something, he would just feel really stupid in this situation.

Come on Travis, start a beat. This awkward silence makes me crazy.

”So…” Mark finally said in the microphone. The crowd cheered . ”I… I just..” he continued but couldn’t find the words. He let go of the microphone and put his hand on his forehead instead, staring down at the floor.

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.

All he wanted to do was to do make things right but what instead came out of the microphone a few seconds later was his worn out voice almost yelling the oh so meaningful lyrics about shit and piss and fuck and cunts and cocksuckers, motherfuckers, tits and farts and turds and twats.

And that’s exactly what would happen tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. Next week.  Next year. Forever.