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୨୧ hi everyone, i'm mae!

୨୧ 20 | she/her | college student

୨୧ this blog is meant to be for fun and to help improve my writing!

୨୧ i write fem!reader, fluff; platonic or romantic, angst

⇾ i'm still relatively new to tumblr so please be patient with me

୨୧ reqs are open! there is no guarantee that I will do them, but feel free to drop in and chat

⇾ currently fixated on: INVINCIBLE, HUNGER GAMES, DAISY JONES & THE SIX

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i didn’t mean to drop off the face of the earth after my birthday but i got busy with college and kinda got tired of writing all together. completely changed my major so i fell in love with college again tho <3

of course, the new season of invincible is coming out, but i haven’t watched it yet since im waiting to watch it with a friend,

fear not, i will still be writing for mark and have a post planned to come out (hopefully before easter). im still open to requests, which will hopefully help with my motivation to write

i also just got into the rookie (thanks to the friend mentioned above), im currently on season 2 but wanna write for them BAD

i went to my first concert on sunday and spent monday recovering :p ive just spent the week working on classes and prepping for my birthday so sadly no writing.

i didn't mean to take so long for this request but i got swamped with class work pretty quickly after i started writing.

you ever seen the northern lights? me neither - request

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“When I told you that one of my life goals was to see the northern lights, I didn’t mean that as in— ‘Hey babe, could you fly me to see the northern lights?’—you do realize that, right?” You ask your boyfriend, a defined furrow between your brows as you walk alongside each other in the beautifully lit streets of Tromsø, Norway. 

That’s right. Norway. As in, the country of Norway, approximately 4,000 miles from your homes. 

What business did either of you have in Norway? Literally nothing!

And yet, here you are. 

After you had gotten over your fear of heights—or more specifically, flying while Mark carried you—he began flying you to more and more places for dates. Within the states that is. 

Wanted to get some authentic NY pizza? Mark would just fly the both of you there.

Wanted to experience the sunset on a nice, warm beach? Off to California the both of you. 

All of that to say, you didn’t question it when he told you to close your eyes as he was taking you to a new place for a date. You loved it, actually. The spontaneity of it all just added excitement to your relationship!

So, yes. You blindly trusted your boyfriend to fly you to whatever new place he had in mind for a date. 

“Is this even legal?” You ask him with a small scoff of disbelief as he takes his hand into yours, a small shiver going through your body at the warmth from his hand. “You know—I don’t even have a passport.” 

Mark’s voice cuts through your quiet mutterings, his voice as warm as his hand. 

“Babe, sweetheart, light of my life—” he rambles, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, “Calm down. It’s alright, alright? I do this kind of stuff all the time… and no one's said anything.”

“Huh, come to think of it… I think Cecil mentioned it once.” You hear your boyfriend whisper to himself in thought. 

“Oh my god I hate you,” You mutter in defeat. “No you don’t.” Mark’s quit to cut in—and damn him, because no you don’t. “No I don’t.” You agree, somehow even more defeated. 

“Look, don’t let it stress you out too much. We’re already here, what’s the worst that can happen?” He asks you with his stupidly cute grin. 

“Don’t even say that, you’re gonna jinx us. Suddenly there’s gonna be a hoard of aliens trying to invade Earth… again.” 

Mark winces at that, knowing you were right. He just seems to have the worst luck in the world. 

It’s when a particularly hard gust of wind passes the two of you that he notices a few things. One, you’re shivering like a tiny, little chihuahua—it’s a surprise he doesn’t hear your teeth chattering. And two, you’re not dressed properly for the cold weather of Tromsø, Norway. 

Which is… probably his fault. Considering he didn’t tell you where he had planned on taking you and just said, ‘Wear something warm.’ 

Which wasn’t much but it should’ve been a sign enough for you to wear more than a long sleeve and jeans!

Okay, he’s just deflecting but still. 

“You’re freezing,” he points out as he holds one of your hands in both of his, now noticing you were cold to the touch. 

“Wow, thanks Captain obvious, I hadn’t realized.” You said with a salty huff, shuffling closer to him in hopes to steal some warmth. Damn him and being half alien, he didn’t even need to puffer jacket that he was wearing!

And it’s like he read your mind, cause in a split second he had taken off his puffer jacket and wrapped it around you. And of course he was wearing a knit sweater under it—the knit sweater you had gifted him last christmas. If you weren’t freezing you would’ve been chewing him out for not telling you to dress properly. 

“Here,” he murmurs softly, helping you put on his puffer and zip it up. 

One of the reasons you loved having a boyfriend, you could wear his clothes and they would be somewhat oversized. Oh, and the having a boyfriend too or whatever.

The collar of his puffer hid the lower half of your face, but it certainly didn’t hide the small glare you had directed at him. 

“C’mon,” he muttered, a small pout on his face, “Don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry.” His hands come to cup your face, squishing your cheeks gently. 

You were still glaring at him, but you leaned into his touch—primarily because his hands were warm and you needed all the warmth you can get. 

“You’re lucky I’m not some villain because I would spend my life dedicated to mildly inconveniencing you till the day I died.” Your voice is slightly muffled from the collar of the puffer covering your mouth, but you still got your point across. 

“So you forgive me?” He asks with that dazzling grin of his, his eyes lit up like a kid on christmas morning. 

“Yeah, whatever.” You say with a roll of your eyes, and while he can’t see your mouth, he can see the way your eyes crinkle and he knows you’re smiling too. 

“That’s my girl,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Stop being so cheesy.” You say, huddling further into the collar of the puffer to hide your smile and the blush now on your cheeks. 

He’s quick to wrap you into his arms, being playfully obnoxious as he rocks the two of you side-to-side. “You love it,” he counters, “You love me.” 

“Whatever.” You mutter again, but still bury yourself further into his warm embrace. “I’ll love you if you buy me some hot chocolate.” 

“Deal.” He agrees quickly with a grin. 

“And some gloves. My hands are still freezing.” 

“I’m sure we can find a store that sells gloves nearby.”

“And those pretty silver earrings that we saw.”

“Okay, now you’re pushing it.” He says with a huffed laugh, keeping an arm around you as he pulls you to start walking. “Two out of three is enough love for me.” 

“I want those for christmas,” You mutter as you continue walking.

“Sure babe.” 

“I’m being serious!” 

“Shhh, you’re disturbing the public.” 

“What public? There’s no one outside! Everyone else was smart enough to stay in the warm indoors.”

“Ooo, look it’s the northern lights!” Mark points behind you. 

“You’re just trying to distract me.” You argue. 

“Is it working?” He asks with a grin. 

“No, you big oaf,” You say with a shake of your head, “Now let’s find me some hot chocolate.” 

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anyways... wanted to update y'all that im working on another request, which will hopefully be out on monday at the latest. it's a cute request so i hope y'all will enjoy it.

i also do wanna write some Mark works based on some SC songs. i've been listening to her newest album since it dropped and think that will be fun to write.

this was my very first request and it was so fun to write!! i really hope you enjoy it anon, i kinda got carried away and think it might be a bit longer than some of my other posts...

regardless, i hope you enjoy!!!

Mark takes you on a date flying - request

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“C’mon, please?” Mark begs you, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout—and there he goes with those damn puppy eyes. Seriously, no man should be able to be this cute. 

“Mark I just—I don’t know, I’m terrified of heights… I don’t think I can do this.” You explain once more with a shaky sigh, feeling your heart racing at just the idea of Mark taking you out flying. 

Your two feet are planted on the soft grass of the small field the two of you are in—Mark himself hasn’t even lifted off an inch from the ground and you’re shaking. There’s a slight tremor in your hands and it honestly feels like your heart is going to beat out of your chest. 

You’re scared of heights, okay? Everyone is scared of something… 

You’re so lost in your own thoughts—all the terrible possibilities racing through your minds when Mark’s soft voice cuts through. 

“Hey, hey…” His voice is soft as he speaks to you, his touch gentle as he takes your trembling hands into his own. His hands are steady—no ounce of fear in them, why would they? Flying is like breathing air to him. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” He murmurs, his warm hand cupping your face, gently nudging you to meet his gaze.  His eyes are warm, soft… the prettiest brown eyes you’ve probably ever seen and they’re just so loving that your heart melts. 

Because he’s looking at you like that. With all that love and… god do you love this man. 

“I promise you that nothing bad will happen, okay? I’ll be holding you the entire time—you won’t have to worry about anything.” His words are as reassuring as they can be. You want to believe him, of course. 

I mean, he told you his biggest secret, you’re dating… you have to trust him. Believe that nothing will happen. 

“Just trust me, yeah? I’m—” 

“Yeah, yeah you’re Invincible, we get it.” You cut him off with a small grumble, not being able to stop the laugh that falls from your lips at the scandalized look he gave you for stealing his ‘thunder’. Leave it to him to make you feel better just by being himself. 

You didn’t even realize when you started smiling, but you couldn’t stop as you gazed at him. 

Mark Grayson, a total dork… that loves you like there’s no tomorrow. 

“... okay” you said with a small nod, “I can do this.” 

The way that Mark just beams at that has you happy that you agreed. The smile on his face, the way his eyes shine even in the darkness of the night that envelops you. 

“Really?” He asks with a grin and before you could even respond his arms are wrapped around your waist and he’s pulling you into a kiss. 

It’s soft and sweet, like all your other kisses but there’s also something more to this. The trust that you have to put into Mark to agree to go flying with him, the gratefulness that is radiating off of him—so grateful that you could trust him in this way. 

One of your hands finds its way to the hair at the nape of his neck, gently tangling with his black locks as you kiss. 

And it’s only when you pull away, when you’re no longer so absorbed in what he is that you realize… you’re no longer standing on your two feet anymore. 

You’re floating. 

“Mark,” a terrified squeak of his name leaves your lips as your arms wrap tightly around him, hiding your face in the nook of his neck as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

Mark’s chest rumbles under your touch as a small laugh leaves his lips. “Sorry, sorry,” he mumbles, an amused grin on his lips even when you can’t see—you know it’s there. “In my defense,” he presses a kiss to your hair, “I didn’t even realize.” 

“What do you mean you didn’t realize? You didn’t realize we were floating?” You ask, voice muffled from where you’re hiding. Your heart is racing once more, your arms trembling from where they’re tightly wrapped around him.

“I just,” he mumbles, “I was just… so happy, I didn’t realize that we were floating.” 

Oh and what that does to your heart—he was so, consumed by you, so happy that he didn’t realize that he lifted the two of you off the ground. 

“I hate you.” You grumble, which has him laughing once more. “No you don’t,” he’s quick to rebuttal, and he’s right. No you don’t

“Just keep your eyes closed, yeah? I’ll tell you when to open them.”

And you listen to him. You keep your eyes closed, face pressed into the nook of his neck. You’re flooded by the scent that is uniquely him. The natural scent that is him that’s mixed with the cologne that he started wearing after you mentioned it smelled good. 

All of that and just being in his arms helps you relax. 

Even though you know you’re flying in the air, feeling the way the cold wind jostles your hair as you get further and further from the ground. 

It’s okay, because you’re with Mark. 

—

It’s his small whisper of your name that breaks your focus. 

“Babe,” his voice is soft as he speaks into your ear. The puffs of his breath tickle you and you feel goosebumps spread over your body because of that and what you know is to come. “Open your eyes.” 

It takes you a moment. 

You squeeze your eyes shut tighter, arms tightening around him for a fraction of a second. 

You peel your head away from where it had been pressed into the nook of his neck and you open your eyes. 

You’re greeted by the familiar sight of Mark’s face, a grin on his face as he gazes back at you. 

“Look,” he tells you, gesturing with a small tilt of his head. 

And even though you’re absolutely terrified to turn your head and see just how far you’re off the ground, you listen to him.

And it feels like your breath was stolen right from your lungs. 

You’re thousands of feet from the ground and yet, you’re not focusing on that. 

You’re focused on the city below you, that’s completely oblivious to the two of you in the sky. 

The city lights are like stars the way the twinkle below and it’s just a city… yet it’s so beautiful. 

It’s not a sight that you have the privilege of seeing often, or if at all, and you can’t even explain the beauty of it. 

It’s the same buildings you see every day, the same roads, the same parks, everything is the same. 

But it’s breathtaking. 

And when you finally turn back to look at Mark, he just has that same dumb grin on his face. While you were admiring the view he was admiring you. And god did that make you feel things. 

“Mark this…” Beautiful doesn’t feel like it justifies it, neither does gorgeous, spectacular maybe? 

“I know.” Mark finishes for you instead. “Can’t even explain it, huh?” 

“No… you can’t,” you murmur with a soft grin of your own. 

“I knew you would like it, even with your fear of heights and all,” he explains to you, “I knew I had to show you. That’s why I kept bugging you about going flying with me. Wanted to share this with you.” And you swear he’s blushing by the way his words falter for a moment and the way his eyes glance away.  

“I’m glad,” you murmur, “That you did. That you didn’t stop bugging me about it. It was scary… it still kinda is but… I feel better because I’m with you.” You feel stupid for the way you feel yourself getting emotional, tears gathering in your lower lashline, but you can’t stop it. It’s Mark.

Mark is quick to pepper your face with kisses, a happy laugh coming from him as he squeezes his arm around you for the smallest second. 

“Me too,” he adds, pressing a final kiss to your forehead, “Really glad.” 

The two of you bask in the moment before he speaks up again. 

“So does this mean we can go higher?” He asks, already drifting the two of you higher in the night sky. 

“Mark!” Your voice calls in alarm but a happy giggle also comes from you, a smile ever present on your face. 

This time, your eyes are open, admiring the city below you as Mark takes the two of you further in the sky. A happy feeling is settled in your heart as the two of you fly through the night. 

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