#mark stuff

This took me way too long to get to, and I’m so sorry! I suck at requests lately. I don’t know why you guys put up with me. I hope this is the drabble you were referring to!

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You spotted Mark on the porch before he turned and noticed you. He lit up, waving at you with a smile so big you had to return one.

How did he get so handsome? You wondered this as he stepped off the porch and crossed the lawn over to yours.

"She emerges," he said.

"I've been here longer than you have, I think. When did you get back?"

"Last night, when I saw you through the window."

"I've already been here for two whole days... And I definitely don't want to tear my hair out," you giggled.

"You mean, you don't like your parents nagging at you again? Like old times? The constant questioning of your career choice and why you're still single?"

You blushed. Mark offered the information you craved since the night before when you saw him from your bedroom like when you were kids. You went to bed that night wondering if Mark was in a relationship or even married. It delighted you to hear he wasn't tied down.

"I'm used to the questions," you told him.

Cocking his head, you noticed the subtle differences in him. He had stubble on his neck and a bit of creasing around his eyes, but the same cheerful smile and adorably tousled brown hair that you fell in love with as a young girl. Now he was a man, and taller than he was in high school.

"Then I hope you don't mind me asking if you're seeing anybody?"

"No," you replied, fighting the flush in your cheeks. "I'm free as a bird."

That pleased him, and he bit his lip, savouring the good news for later on in the night when he offered to buy you a drink to catch up over. The signals were unmistakable, and you were under his spell in less than an hour of conversation. Mark kissed you after asking if it was okay and ran with it when you tilted your head and leaned in close.

"This was such good timing," he spoke against your lips, in between kisses when you both needed to catch your breath and perhaps tone down the heat. You were in public—a bar, but still, you weren't alone. "You know, as much as I'd like to earn the childhood-home-fuck badge, I think I'd like to take you to a hotel so I can do things to you that would disappoint our parents."

"Anywhere is better than wanting to jump your bones in a bar. I think that guy over there might be getting turned on by this."

"It's a deal then? We'll get a room for the night and continue this little reunion somewhere I can finally see you with your clothes off?"

mina+mark tuan packs

Title: Brought to the Light

Characters: Mark x Trans male OC

Description: Mark has an affinity for making special home movies, starring Jace. When the contents of every electronic device in Salem are leaked, chaos ensues and Jace must step up to protect himself and Mark.

Warning: 18+ sex/story-related transphobia+homophobia+microaggressions/extreme violence/death/blood/loss of consciousness (this is a giant pile of smut and violence)

Note: A wonderful person commissioned this as a gift for a friend. If you want to commission me, head over to my Ko-Fi page or message me directly!

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Jace’s eyes fluttered. The tepid words fanning over the nape of his neck made his spine arch and goaded Mark into giving him his first hard thrust. When a moan left his mouth, Mark threaded his arm between Jace’s neck and the pillow to clamp his palm over his face. He then fed him a middle finger.

“Sh, not so loud, young man. We don’t want Daddy to come poking around for the sound of little boys being naughty, do we?”

It had been so long since you had been home. Your bedroom was almost exactly the same but maybe a bit cleaner since you had been gone. Your parents kept it just the way you left it, books, toys, awards, art projects and all. Even the sheets and the blankets were the same. You laid on your old bed, smiling at the familiar groan that the mattress made as it cradled your form.

Nothing was as refreshing as a cat nap in your childhood home. When you woke up, the sun was just beginning to set. You were drawn to the desk at the other side of the room once your head cleared from the remnants of thin dreams.

There was an old journal buried underneath some outdated magazines that you had cut images out of to make a mood board so many years ago. You opened it to the first page and saw your name and the date scribbled at the top of the page in blue ink.

MY journal. Do not read!!!!

Scoffing at your own teenage attitude, you turned the page to read the first hand-written paragraph.

A guy named Mark moved in next door. He's the same age as me. He's so cute. Like the cutest boy I have ever seen. I hope he likes me. His bedroom is right across from mine and sometimes I can see him.

You rolled your eyes thinking about the day you had met the new neighbours. They had a son named Mark that you remembered having an instant crush on. It was true that you could see his bedroom from yours. The flood of recollections had you peering out the window again, reliving the times you would both sit in front of the glass making silly faces at each other and hand-written signs.

That night after dinner, you returned to your childhood bedroom with the intention of turning in. Before you had the chance to undress, you noticed the window across the way was alight. Peering out into the darkness, you saw a form move by the window opposite yours.

You flickered your lights on and off like you used to and then went back to the window to see if you had attracted their attention. Sure enough, Mark was there, staring out with his hand shielding his eyes.

You waved at him and he smiled. He looked much different than the last time you saw each other. He had been such a skinny kid back then. The same could not be said for the man that was smiling at you from the next house over. He held up his finger, beckoning you to remain where you were for one moment while he disappeared into his room. When he came back, he had a piece of paper that he held up to the window but you couldn't read what it said.

Mark opened up his bedroom window and motioned for you to do the same. You lifted the handles and slid open the pane with a measure of struggle. It had been a long time since the window had been cracked and it gave way stubbornly with much protest.

The sound of crickets and the thick scent of warm evening night poured into your room as you hung your head out.

"You're home," Mark called out.

"So are you," you giggled.

"You look... Different. Like, in a good way. You're so... I don't know... Mature? I guess."

"Mature?" You continued to laugh.

"Well," he scoffed. "I mean... You just look older. Last time I saw you, we were so young."

"That's true," you sighed. "How are you?"

"Great, great. How about you? What are you doing home?"

"Just came for a visit."

"Me too," Mark smiled.

"It's good to see you," your cheeks suddenly turned pink, thinking of the journal entries you had just read.

"We should get together and catch up. Maybe tomorrow?" He asked.

"Sure," you gave him a timid grin while he scratched the back of his head.

"Great. Well, have a good night!"

"Wait!" You interrupted. "What did your sign say?"

Mark looked to the side and smirked. Lifting the piece of paper, he tried to hold it at an angle so you could read it.

Title: The Lesson

Characters: Mark x Trans male OC

Description: Mark falls prey to the Salem High rumour mill like so many before him. Popularity and looks won't get him far, but learning a valuable lesson from a beloved theatre kid might restore his pride.

Warning: 18+ oral sex/story-related transphobia+microaggressions/mature themes

Note: A wonderful person commissioned this piece as a gift for a friend's birthday! I was happy to explore new avenues and write something I might not have thought twice about! I’m always grateful for the opportunity to grow and expand my horizons with new types of characters. Patreon subscribers get early access to this fic.

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"Do it then, pussy."

Mark wound back abruptly but flexed his hand instead. Thoughts of what would happen to him if he beat up the trans kid came first, and then memories of walking into the hotel restaurant to the sound of Jace's pleasant voice carrying across the room came next. Mark dropped his fist and pushed Jace back onto his bed.

 "Ugh, whatever! Why did you have to make this weird? Now all I can think about is how long you were staring at my cock."

"Not long," Jace admitted.

His pale eyes narrowed. "You're weird."

"Okay," Jace laughed. "Tell me something I don't know."

Mark sat back down on his bed and avoided Jace's eyes. He expected Mark to lie back down and ignore him for the rest of the day, but he only sighed and scratched his knee absently.

"I know that Bex has probably told you all sorts of shit about me," Mark said.

Am I doing this right