#mark x reader

offical pt.2 of this blurb

pairing: Mark Grayson x spider-woman!reader

summary : you get to know Mark more after you both pair up for a project

tags : fem reader, cat noir and ladybug type pinning, a bit ooc? mark being a dork, reader and mark both being a mess, reader has spidey powers.

notes: 2.k words..I'm ngl I lowk didn't proofread the whole thing bc I waa too excited to get this out so apologies in advance if anything LMFAO

Your body was still sore from last week, your back still aching after getting thrown into a building wasn’t exactly ideal especially when your professor reminds you that you have a project coming up that would determine your whole grade for the semester. Your eyes were heavy and as much as you were trying to pay attention, everything was blurring together. 

“Alright, since I felt like being nice… it’ll be group project. It’ll be groups of three but since we have an uneven number there will be one group of two.” The professor announced to everyone while he was cleaning up his desk. “Get to introducing yourselves and all that jazz,” he mumbled as  he focused on putting his stuff away.

Your head shot up and quickly scanned the room, everyone in their own cliques as they’ve spent way more time than you getting to know everyone around here. A few seats across from you, you catch your raven haired dream boy also looking around lost. His brown eyes met yours and you swear your heart skipped a beat when he did. His face lit up as he gave you that dreamy smile you dream about as he raises his hand to get your attention. 

Once the interaction registers in your brain, you quickly shoot him a smile as you wave, doing your best to not show that you are absolutely freaking out right now. Mark comes up beside you, and your trying your absolute best to not pay attention to the way his face is perfectly sculpted or the way he’s practically towering over you right now-

“Wow you look…” his eyes examine your face with a concerned look as his brows slightly furrow. 

You snap out of your daydream embarrassed and fix your dorky smile. “Like shit?” you sigh tilting your head up at him. 

He smirks while looking away, rubbing his neck like he’s trying to figure out the right words to say. “I was gonna say rough, but I guess we can say that too,” he chuckles as he looks back at you. You immediately wish you were granted with the power of time so you could go back in time to make yourself look nicer before walking into class. 

You run your hands over your face as you let out a tired groan trying your best to wake up. 

Mark sits down next to you placing down his stuff as he sits back in his chair. “Long night?” He asks. 

You snicker at the question as you throw your head back. “More like a long week,” you mumble before looking over at him. 

He laughs as he slumps forward to rest his head in his hand. “Yeah…you can say that again,” he says raising his brows in agreement and a soft smile. 

You both sit in silence for a bit, both of you trying to figure out what to say next before he clears his throat and sits up straight. “So I was thinking that maybe we could work together— since y’know seems like we’re the only ones left.”

Working with Mark? Spending time with Mark and possibly being able to exchange numbers so you guys can talk and hang out?

You sit in your chair nicely as you move loose hair from your face. “Oh uh— yeah of course! I’m so down,” you say with a little too much excitement that you’re praying he doesn’t notice. 

He smiles before taking out his phone to open his contacts. “Here, give me yours and I’ll give you mine so I can text you later,” he says, handing over his phone. 

You stumble to open your phone before handing it over to him. You both type in your numbers before switching back phones as class ends. He looks at the contact before getting up from his seat. “Thanks! I’ll see you later y/n!” He smiles as he walks off, the sound of a few small charms following him that you can’t seem to make out.

 With all the bullshit you’ve dealt with the past few weeks, the bruises, the bloody noses and the aching back, you left class feeling a few found relief. Everything seemed more colorful and you swear the birds were singing your favorite song, but you just can’t believe you were able to snag Marks number and have him say your name so sweetly.

Great things happen after all. 

That week you got to know Mark a lot better. You had gone from never speaking, to sitting next to one another and talking about little things like what song your listening to, making references to see if the other one catches it, to even working in the library and chatting with his best friend William and his boyfriend. It was nice to really get to know his character, taking in the small details of who he was. Now what you thought was just normal infatuation to get yourself through the day is now a full blown crush.

Today you decided to do some work for your other classes in a little cafe. You have headphones in listening to your music as you peacefully enjoy your drink before you see a man sprinting down the block with a silver suitcase. You stand up as you watch to see what direction he’s going in as cars of police chase him down. You groan as you close your laptop and put your drink down, sucking your teeth because this means you’ll probably have to procrastinate those assignments later.

Before you begin to run out the cafe to get into your suit , you get a notification on your phone and it’s a text from Mark.

Mark :) : Heyy y/n, wanna come over to work on our project?

Your heart pounds as you view the text. You look down the block to see the police still after the man and then back down at your phone. It’s just one guy…plus the police handle petty little crimes like that anyways so it’s not thatttt big of a deal…

Yeah that’s cool! When do you want me over?

Mark :) : Mmm in like an hour?

You like the message as you quickly collect your belongings to rush back home to get yourself ready.

You made it to the address and your heart is thumping so loud you’re genuinely afraid he might hear it. You played with your hoodie anxiously as you physically tried to prepare yourself to knock on his door. It’s not like you haven’t hung out with Mark, you’ve been hanging out all week just not with only him…and at his house…in his room.

You take a deep breath as you bring your hand up to knock before you hear the door open. Mark suddenly appears before you making you jump at the appearance. “You scared the shit out of me,” you gasped before slowly relaxing your shoulders.

He laughs as he leans against the doorway. “I saw you just standing outside for like 5 minutes, it was kinda freaking me out I thought there was something wrong,” he says teasingly as he raises his brow.

Your heart drops to your stomach and you frantically search for an excuse to come up with to not look like a total creep. “I was scared I got the wrong house or something…didn’t want to knock and some random freaks out on me,” you huff feeling embarrassed.

He was wearing a deliciously snug white T along with some grey sweats. It was taking everything in you to not notice the way his shirt hugged his biceps or the way the waistband of his sweats were low enough to catch the waistband of his boxers.

“I guess you’re lucky this time then,” he says with a smirk before letting you inside.

As you took off your shoes you couldn’t help but take in the interior of his house. “Your place is gorgeous oh my god..” you say as you place your shoes by the door.

“Well my mom does real estate so I guess you could say she has an eye for interior design also,” he shrugs as he leads you upstairs to his room.

With each step you feel like you could throw up and explode. Just being in the same room alone makes it hard for you to function but to actaully be in the same room alone is a whole other battle you're going to have to face. He leads you in his room and the whole place smells like him. Small hints of his cologne and fresh laundry scent linger in the air, making you dizzy. He has a few posters on his walls showcasing his interests and figurines up on a shelf.

He makes his way to the edge of his bed where all of his work is laid out along with his computer. "Make yourself comfortable, you can sit here if you want or anywhere you feel comfortable with," he smiles as he sits on the edge of his bed, opening up his laptop. You make your way to sit in the chair near his desk and take out your belongings. You roll around his room in his chair while you both work, talking about dumb things as you try to settle your nerves.

"Y/n do you have those notes? I don't think I got them and I'm really not trying to read through these encyclopedias right now," he asks as he watches you look around his room.

You kick yourself as you make your way back towards his desk, "I should, I think I left them over here..." you respond as you tap your nails on your keyboard. As you go to search, you look at the various posters and pictures near his desk before your eyes focus on one that looked too familiar.

“Is that…do you have a poster of spider woman?” You say widening your eyes as you stare at the poster of you near his desk. On his desk you realize he has what look like small photocards of you hitting different poses. It was from some comic-con event you forgot they hosted. You tense at the realization before looking back over at him.

He quickly looks at the poster completely forgetting it was there before looking back at you, slightly embarrassed at you recognizing it. “Uhh…I can explain?” He says bashfully.

You lift your hands as you chuckle at the way he looks like he’s preparing to be humiliated. “Hey this is a safe place, it’s just I knew you were a comic nerd, but I didn’t know you would be into actual superheroes like spider woman,” you said, smirking as you crossed your arms.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He pouts as he puts his hands back to lean back on his bed.

“Well it’s not like she’s apart of any major league or anything…I would assume you’d have like maybe an Invincible one or Atom Eve.” You say, shrugging as you spin in his chair.

He snickers at your response as he opens his mouth like he’s about to speak before quickly closing it, like he’s choosing what to say. “I mean sure I guess they’re cool—especially Invincible, but I don’t know… I just really admire what she does and I think her powers are pretty cool too,” he says with a smirk as he looks off to the side.

Being at your crushes house is one thing, but also finding out that your crush admires you and also have merch? You can’t help but try to hide your hard smile.

You look back at your laptop to try and gain your composure. “I mean I get it, I used to secretly fan over some heroes too,” you say nonchalantly as you begin to type something down.

He looks back at you before also looking back down at his laptop. “Like who? Immoral?” He asks while biting back a laugh.

You gag as you lift your head back to look at him. “That dudes literally been alive since like the prehistoric era. I mean, heroes like Omniman or something.”

He freezes and his eyes go wide as he slowly glances up. “…why??” he asks in disbelief as he looks at you like you just gave him the worst take.

“Well like before he was evil and everything, I mean did you see the muscles on that man? Especially his ass in all of those news photos—“

“Stop talking; your privileges just got taken away .” He groans in disgust before he gets to typing away.

“Oh c’mon… I thought this was a safe place? Plus it’s not like your hero of choice is all that either,” you say, rolling your eyes as you roll your chair closer to him.

He looks up at you crazy before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to regain his composure. “First of all, not that safe,” he says, pushing his hand out in your direction as the other puts his laptop to the side to grab his phone. “Second of all, you genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says as he pulls up a fan edit and holds it up to your face proudly.

You stare at the edit, looking at slowed down clips of yourself from press interviews and fight clips that honestly surprises you by how good for body looks in these different angles. You feel your face heating up as you look back at him to see him watching the video also with a smirk of “I know right?” before you squint back at the screen.

“Do you have that video saved?”

He pulls back his phone as he purses his lips. “Don’t worry about that,” he says flatly as he puts it away.

You take this as an opportunity to tease him and to maybe boost your own ego at the same time. You laugh as you lean back in your chair. “Oh so you’re one of those. Didn’t know you had a thing for mysterious faceless women who give other people a hard time,” you tease, tilting your head to the side.

His ears turn pink and he lets out a huff as he slouches over because suddenly the assignment is much more interesting now than it was before.

You giggle as you sway side to side, enjoying the reactions you’re able to pull from him just talking about yourself. “It’s just wouldn’t you want to get to know her first, before putting her on your walls—“

“God you seriously have no idea.” He whines as he lets himself fall back on his bed. He brings his hands up to his face, slowly dragging them down before letting them fall to his sides. “I swear I make myself look like an idiot trying to get her attention, you don’t know how bad I try when-“ he quickly stops himself before he ends up saying too much. He just lets out a long sigh as he stares up at the ceiling, his dark brows furrowed and his face a pretty shade of pink.

You get a familiar sensation in your stomach as you stare at his face. He looks so good like this, sounding desperate for someone he doesn’t even know is you. It’s taking everything in you to not strip off your clothes to reveal your suit and jump on top of him, but you knew better than to make reckless decisions like that.

He moves his head towards you as a small sheepish smile appears on his face. “I sound like a total loser huh?” he huffs with embarrassment as he looks at you with his pretty brown eyes.

You softly smile as you tilt your head. “I think she’d like a loser like you,” you admitted softly, both of you laughing afterwards.

You look down at your screen to see a news notification pop up saying that a man stole parts to make a biotic weapon that he’s using to terrorize civilians. You click on it to see the face of that man you saw earlier at the cafe, the man you didn’t stop.

“Shit.” Both you and mark say under your breath as his phone begins to ring which he quickly picks up.

You also close your laptop trying to figure out a good excuse as to why you need to go, one that sounds good enough that you won't have to explain too much later.

Before you can open your mouth, Mark is standing around his room putting his phone down with a nervous smile. “I just got a call from my mom…she said she needs me to go help her out with a few really important things right now..”

Before he can explain more, you also shoot up from your chair as you begin to put your things away. “Oh that’s fine because I actually forgot I have somewhere really important I need to be at soon and I can’t be late,” you say quickly as you both stare at one another blankly.

Seems like perfect timing somehow, both of you don’t think about it too much as you’re both trying to get somewhere quick. “I’ll text you later?” He asks as he walks you to the door.

“Yeah! I’ll see you later,” you give him a quick smile before walking out the door, walking down the sidewalk before disappearing behind a bush and taking off .

As you’re in the air you mutter obscenities to yourself because you ruined a good afternoon that you could’ve spent with Mark all because you wanted to spend one with Mark.

Once you arrive, you see a few of the GDA's beloved hero’s, including Invincible.

Just your luck.

.✦ ݁˖ you’re secretly crushing on the cute guy on campus, Mark Grayson. While Mark is secretly crushing on his favorite hero…you!!

blurb , hero!reader, mark still goes to uni, ladybug x cat noir type pinning 😭, mark being pathetic and head over heals, reader lowk hates invincible, mean hero!reader.

warnings: suggestive? (barely) , mostly fluff tho

notes: hihihi first writing sorry if it’s kinda butt im tryna escape my creative block but here’s just a small blurb of what my ideas are!! :))

Most people your age struggled with finding a healthy balance between college and their own personal lives. Either by trying to find a good mix of studying for a big exam and also going out to get blacked out drunk, or hanging out with their friends and also making enough money to survive in your dorm next month. You weren’t like the average student though, as you had to figure out how to balance all of that on top of your responsibilities being a hero.

Even with being a part time student it wasn’t easy, if anything it was far from it especially with the recent surge in activity in the area. What made it all easier was taking a peak at your campus eye candy, Mark Grayson. You’ve never really spoken to him, not really. Though you always search for him during lecture halls and on the rare occasion you might even catch him at a party with one of his friends. He’s such a sweet boy, you replay that time he came in late with his brows furrowed as he frantically searched for a seat. Luckily you had an empty spot next to you, which he quickly scurried over to trying to not bring attention to himself. His hair was frayed and he was catching his breath like he just ran a marathon to get over here. He smelled like fresh laundry which honestly surprised you given his state, perhaps he really was perfect after all. He ran a hand through his dark hair before glancing over at you, pursing his lips like he was thinking before tapping you on your shoulder.

“Hey uh” he whispered before glancing back at the professor then back at you with a shy smile. “Have you taken any notes?” He looks down at your notebook where you’ve been writing down important information before looking back up at you fidgeting with his fingers, silently berating himself at the sound of his own question.

You let out a small chuckle as you catch his cute expression. “Why you need ‘em?”

He takes out his notebook and clicks his pen before lowering his head with a boyish smile. “Yes please…”

You honestly wish you were a full time student. Maybe if you were then you’d get another class with him, or just maybe more time to analyze his face longer for your dreams later tonight.

What you didn’t know is that once his classes were over there was more to Mark Grayson then you knew. As Mark was none other than the Invincible, the son of Omniman. You also didn’t know that the strongest hero on earth was one of your biggest admirers.

You weren’t apart of any hero group, you had told the press that it was easier to work independently, less stress on your part and more of a wildcard when it comes to assisting teams. But oh how Mark wished you worked alongside Eve and everyone else. That way he could steal more time with you, maybe get to know you better and see who it is you really are.

He’s heard about you from the others, Rex referring to you as an “edgy hardass” who thinks they’re too cool to be apart of a team like theirs. He’s seen clips of you on social media, and admired your strength but it all really began when he was able to finally see it for himself. He was out on patrol, flying high above the city before he heard sounds nearby that sounded like trouble. He quickly flew over and that’s when he finally saw you in all your sweat and glory, you were fighting off a few villains with ease alongside a few downed hero’s that were irrelevant in his brain. He could’ve easily joined in and stopped it within a few seconds but watching you move was to rhythmic and enchanting he couldn’t help but just watch in awe.

Once you caught him just watching you instantly grew irritated with his useless presence. “You gonna just float there on your ass and watch or are you gonna make yourself useful and help out the others over there?” You spat out with irritation as you pointed to the direction where everyone else was with your head as you fought.

“R-right! Sorry.” He stumbled over his words as he was waking up from his daze before helping out the hero’s that were hurt.

It was like that every time you ran into Invincible. Him constantly stumbling over his words, making himself look like a dork or trying too hard to impress you which you would just respond with rolling your eyes and sighing under your mask. Your confidence and your strong attitude made him bite his lip and want to throw his head back with a pleasant groan.

Mark had a few posters of you in his room, a small keychain that represented you that he wore on his bag around campus and a hidden folder in his camera roll filled with fan edits of you.

Mark was absolutely whipped, absolutely desperate.

Both of you wanted one another, but both clearly oblivious to the situation at hand.

✨Part Four✨

(Mark Grayson x GN!Reader)

✨Part One | Part Two | Part Three ✨

Word Count: 2,575

Chapter Debrief: Mark has an epiphany and you’re starting to find cracks in your relationship with Todd.

Case Notes: I am so sorry for the long wait for this update! The next chapter will be the final part in the series and hopefully it’ll be a conclusion you will all enjoy. Anyways, here’s part four. Special shout outs to @jellibean420 and @splodencible for talking through this chapter with me. Love you both immensely.

The punching bag swings back toward him.

THWACK.

Mark drives his fist into it again, harder this time, the heavy bag jerking violently against its chain before swinging back.

It doesn’t help. Nothing has. Not patrol, Not training, Not throwing himself at every asteroid hurdling somewhat towards Earth’s atmosphere.

The gym echoes with another thud as his fist connects.

Across the room, William glances up from where he’s pretending to stretch out on a yoga mat.

“You know,” he calls casually, “those bags never actually hit you first.”

Mark ignores him, throwing another punch at the bag. Another, and thrice more,The chain groans overhead, like a ghoul.

William sighs dramatically, abandoning his mat entirely before wandering over to Mark, “You’ve been beating the crap out of that thing for forty-five minutes.”

Mark doesn’t respond, the right chords of muscle in his back fighting against the material of his shirt as he throws another punch.

“…Should I call someone?”

Still nothing, no response. William folds his arms, watching as Mark takes his emotions out on the bag, “So. You gonna tell me why you’ve looked like somebody kicked your puppy for the last…He checks an imaginary watch, “… three weeks?”

Mark finally stops, huffing out a breath as he catches the bag and stops its swing. He rests his forehead against the punching bag, breathing hard, “… Y/N’s dating Todd.”

William blinks before gasping scandalized, “Todd Williams?”

“Todd fucking Williams, dude.”

“The football guy? The one who used to make fun of them for following you around? Todd that kicked your ass sooooo many times?”

“William.”

“I’m just making sure we’re talking about the same Todd!”

Mark groans, stepping back from the bag, and throwing his hands up, “They picked Todd.”

William studies him for a long second, lips pursing as he cocks his head to the side, “…Didn’t you reject her?”

Mark freezes and his eyebrows knit together, “That’s not what happened.”

William gives him a look, “The version I heard from both of you was: They told you they loved you…”He begins counting on his fingers, lifting his fingers one after another, “…you said you didn’t feel the same… you left them crying…in a parking lot… at night …then didn’t talk to them for weeks. So… that’s kinda exactly what happened.”

Mark rubs both hands over his face, groaning into his palms, “I was trying to give her space.”

“You gave her the entire state of Illinois, mark!”

“I didn’t know what to do!”Mark lets out a frustrated sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, leaning back against the wall, “I tried apologizing. I bought flowers.”

“…Good.”

“I went to her house.”

“…Also good.”

“And then I found Todd in her bed.”

William’s eyebrows shoot upward, “…. Well. That probably complicated things.”

“It complicated everything.”Mark responds.

“So…” William says carefully, and Mark sighs dramatically, already aware of what’s to come, “Let’s review. You rejected them.”

“I didn’t reject—”

“You didn’t return their feelings. You left them crying in a parking lot— at night, mind you. Then you just ghosted them for weeks. Theeeen when you decided you missed them and wanted to fix things you show up unannounced and got mad they were busy kissing someone else when you got there.”

The silence that follows is almost impressive. Mark opens his mouth to explain, why he wasn’t in the wrong, but no argument is expressed.

“You don’t even hear it, do you?” Wiliiam asks, worried for a brief moment he isn’t getting through to his thick headed friend.

Mark’s shoulders slump, “I wanted to apologize, but I hate seeing Todd with her.”

William’s eyes narrow, “… Why?”

Mark blinks, looking befuddled by the question, “What do you mean why? Because it’s Todd!”

William waits, expecting Mark to provide better explanation, “… And?”

“He treated us like crap. And now he’s…”Mark gestures helplessly, “… there. With his hands all over them.”

William nods slowly, “and?”

Mark stares at him, “I don’t know what answer you want.”

“The honest one.”

“I am being honest.”

“No.”William shakes his head, pushing his hand back through his hair in frustration, “You’re telling me everything except the one thing that’s actually bothering you.”

Mark frowns, “What are you talking about?”

William studies him for another long moment, then sighs. Deeply. Like a man accepting that he’s about to explain algebra to a particularly lovable golden retriever, “When you saw Todd kissing Y/N… were you upset because it was Todd? … Or because someone else was kissing Y/N?”

Mark looks like a fish out of water again, mouth opening and closing. His heartbeat suddenly feels very loud and he rubs his palms against the fabric of his pants.

William watches realization threaten to surface, watches the emotions as they almost bubble before Mark shakes his head, swatting the idea away like an annoying gnat in summer heat, “That’s not—“

William groans. Loudly, “Dude.” He points an accusing finger at Mark, “I have watched you mope around for almost two months. What exactly is not clicking in that super-powered head of yours?”

Mark just stares at William whos metaphorically twisting his arm to face what his actual feelings are. Mark finds himself confused. Exhausted. Heart pounding for reasons he’s still trying to refuse name, “… I miss my best friend.”

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The diner is loud. Not obnoxiously loud. Just comfortably alive.

Silverware clinks against ceramic plates. Someone in the corner laughs loud enough to turn a few heads before immediately apologizing. The coffee machine hisses behind the counter, filling the room with the smell of roasted beans and vanilla syrup.

It feels… normal. For the first time in months, normal doesn’t hurt quite so much now. Todd slides into the booth across from you, setting down two milkshakes with an unnecessarily dramatic flourish.

“One chocolate.” He pushes it toward you, “And one strawberry.”

You grin, but look a bit confused, “I didn’t order chocolate.”

Todd blinks, making a motion at your sweet treat, “… yeah ya did.”

You shake your head, still a bit polite, “I definitely didn’t. I don’t like chocolate ice cream. I asked for chocolate chip.”

“Huh. I mean it’s still got chocolate in it.” He scratches the back of his neck with an embarrassed laugh.

“I mean, It’s different things, but okay.”you say, a bit passive aggressive, the glass infront of you starting to sweat.

A tiny pang settles somewhere behind your ribs. Mark knew. Without asking. He’d been ordering your milkshake before you’d even sat down for years now. Practically your entire friendship. You push the thought away before it has a chance to grow roots.

Todd takes a drink of his milkshake while you talk, stirring the metal spoon in his glass when he finishes, “do you like strawberry? I’ll trade you then.”

You willingly accept his trade, pushing yours towards him, fingers brushing as he hands you yours.

Todd smiles, “Crisis averted.”

The conversation picks back up easily enough. Work. Movies. A customer who walked into the convenience store wearing a bathrobe and confidently tried to pay for chips with Canadian coins.

Todd is funny. He’s way easier to be around now that he’s matured since high school. He’s Attentive, he asks questions and he listens to your answers. He’s trying to grow a relationship with you that you appreciate.

Maybe that’s enough. Yourself from a few years back would be in disbelief, but maybe people really can change.

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After dinner, the two of you wander through the small downtown strip, shoulder to shoulder. The evening air is warm, carrying the scent of fresh rain from earlier that afternoon.

Todd reaches for your hand and you let him, lacing fingers together. His thumb brushes across your knuckles. You sigh, content, a smile pulling at your lips.

“You’ve been smiling more lately,” he says.

You glance over, curious from the comment, “Have I?”

“Yeah.” His lips quirk up, pulling your entertained hands to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of yours, “It’s nice.”

Something soft settles in your chest. Maybe this is okay. Maybe you’re really going to be okay.

You pass the little florist on the corner. The same one Mark got that bouquet for you from. The same bouquet sets in the window and catch’s your gaze. Bright yellow flowers. Tiny suns.

For just a heartbeat, you stop walking. Todd notices, of course, “You like those?”

You blink, looking away , “…Yeah. They’re my favorites. Have been since—“

“They’re cute.” Todd interrupts.

Cute. The word lands strangely. Before you can dwell on it, Todd nudges your shoulder, gently pulling you along, “C’mon.”

You keep walking.

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A few blocks later, you duck into a sporting goods store because Todd wants to “just look. You already know what that means though after spending the last few months with him.

Twenty minutes later, he’s comparing baseball gloves like they’re life-changing investments.

You wander a few aisles away. A little girl, maybe seven years old, struggles to reach a basketball balanced on the top shelf.

You smile, bending over to her height, “Need some help, sweetie?”

She nods enthusiastically. You straighten and grab the ball, handing it down to her.

Her face lights up, “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.”

Her dad wanders over from the end of the aisle and offers a grateful smile before they disappear toward the register.

When you catch back up with Todd, he’s watching them leave.

“What?” You ask, catching the odd look on his face.

He snorts, “You’re such a people pleaser.”

You blink, “What?”

“I mean…” He shrugs, “You don’t have to help everybody. Her dad would have gotten to her.”

“It took two seconds.”

“I know.”He laughs, heavy arm thrown over your shoulder as he pulls you into his side, “I’m just saying… you kinda let people walk all over you.”

The words aren’t cruel, exactly. Just… jeering, as he guides you to the register as well

“I don’t think helping a kid reach a basketball means I’m getting walked on.”

Todd chuckles, “whatever you say, babe.”

The conversation moves on. But something small catches in your chest, like a loose thread on a sweater, you’re afraid to pull because everything will unravel.

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Later, you’re both sitting on a park bench sharing fries. Todd steals the last one.

You gasp dramatically, “My fry.”

He grins, “Should’ve been faster, babe.”

You bump his shoulder, “Rude.”

He laughs and his phone buzzes, pulling his attention from the playful banter, he glances down.

“What?” You ask curiously, and he silences you with a finger, taking his call.

The conversation isn’t long, Todd barely speaking, but you’re unable to hear whoever is on the other end was.

“It’s Brandon.”He says when he ends the call without reading the notification, “Wants me to come watch the game.”

“You already made plans with me.” You say back to him, eyebrows knitting together and a pout gracing your lips

Todd shrugs, reaching over to brush hair away from your face, “I mean… I’ve seen you all week.”

The sentence hangs there, oddly. And he notices your displeased expression and laughs, “What?”

“Nothing, Todd.” You huff, your eyes rolling.

“No, what?”

“… you do this a lot. You make plans with me and we will be actively in the middle of doing something and if Brandon calls— you’re gone..”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re reading way too much into it.”

Maybe you are, but still… The words sit strangely. Because there was a time not very long ago when someone else kept choosing another person over you.

You shove the comparison away almost as soon as it appears. Todd isn’t Mark. This isn’t that. Todd loves you. He’s said so, and he means it. Romantically. Not in the platonic way Mark had always meant it.

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

As he walks you home, Todd slips an arm around your shoulders, tucking you against him again, “You think too much.”

You laugh softly, the irony of him noticing how the gears won’t stop turning, “I’ve been told.”

“I’ll fix that.”

You look up at him, “What does that mean?”

“It means…”he smirks, one finger taps your forehead lightly, “I’m gonna get you to relax.”

The gesture is playful. The words almost are. But something about ‘I’ll fix that’ lingers after he says it. Not enough to start an argument. Not enough to make you leave.

Just enough that, later that night, lying in bed with the house quiet around you, you find yourself replaying it. Along with the milkshake, and the flowers, with the way Todd had laughed when you helped that little girl.

Tiny things. Easy to dismiss. Little cracks rarely look dangerous when they first appear. They just let in a draft.

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

It’d been far too long since you last heard from Mark. Both of you having been too prideful to reach out after that disastrous night in your bedroom.

So, needless to say you were a bit surprised to find him sitting in your bed in your room when you get home from one of Todd’s games. He’d left to celebrate the win with his team, and you were exhausted. Still reeling from a stupid, petty fight you and him had before his game and having zero interest in spending the next handful of hours at a party drinking with his stupid friends.

“Mark?” Your voice comes out quiet, softer than you meant it too, “what’re you doing here?”

“Your window was unlocked,” He stands up, he looks stronger than he had five months ago. His muscles have filled out and that familiar seance dog tshirt strains against his chest now, “Look, Y/N, before you say anything, just let me talk please.”

Your arms cross and you sigh, making a vague motion to give him the floor.

“I messed up. And it shouldn’t have taken me almost a year to actually apologize to you… and I know you’re with Todd now, and honestly I was kinda waiting for you and him to break up but—“

“Mark—“

“No. Let me finish.” Mark says, stepping towards you, “I keep screwing up, and I’m sorry. But I miss you, Y/N. I miss us and the way we were and I’m sorry I’m the biggest asshat this side of the galaxy. I had no right to get jealous because you’re dating freaking Todd”

“Mark—“ you try again but he covers your mouth this time with his hand, something he’d do back when things were good and you were rambling too much or wouldn’t let him finish a thought. Your lips quirk against his palm into a smile, and he half expects you to lick him, but when your tongue stays put he just pulls his hand away.

“Sorry. I know you’re happy with him, I’ve seen all TikTok’s and instagram pictures. I get it. But I miss my best friend. Can we get back to that? Please?”

You soften, and you’d be lying if you hadn’t missed him too. When you and Todd fight and you want to vent or when something good happens and you want to celebrate. You miss these surprise visits through the window.

“Yeah, we can get back to that. I’ve missed you too.” You finally say, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him in for a hug, “it’s been way too long.”

“Yeah,” Mark agrees, his breath warm against your ear, “it has.”

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synopsis: just another night of your husband and daughter spending time together, and mark's worst nightmare becomes reality: he's a grandpa.

pairing: girl dad!mark x female!reader

genre: fluff, marriage!au, dad!au

word count: 2.4k

contains: daughter doesn't have a name, but he calls her "cookie". fluff, domesticity, mark is a very very VERY dedicated and loving girl dad. cookie is still 5.

author's note: can't believe i said no more #mookie </3 what was i even thinking??? happy belated father's day to the best girl!dad markiepoo <3<3<3. i hope you enjoy this piece! not proofread (yet) <3 meelings are open (as usual)!

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𝜗ৎ idol!mark x fem!idol!reader

SUMMARY. friends with benefits but with mark lee <3

CONTENT. very suggestive content (obv) - minors dni . fwb2lovers . reader is implied to be in sm ent . they interact offline so the way they text changes . a shit ton of petnames . 3rd slide is freaky . ooc!mark (?) . reader is lowk nonchalant

AUTHORS NOTE. i’ve actually liked nct for like 2-3 yrs but they weren’t my ult group and ever since mark (my bias 💔) left , i’ve nvr felt such agony oh my days - i coped by reading mark fics hehehe 😛 very short but if u like this then lemme know <3

another smack lands on his face. “appa. up please" mark sighs dramatically before finally opening his eyes. his 3 year old son is standing beside the bed wide awake. mark glances toward the clock. three thirty-seven in the morning shines bright back at him.“why are you awake?”

cub immediately lifts both arms. “up.” mark closes his eyes. without another word he reaches down and lifts the boy onto the mattress. the second cub’s feet touch the bed he takes off straight across mark and straight toward you. mark watches as his son practically launches himself onto your side of the bed before immediately curling up on top of you.

you let out a sleepy noise when the toddler suddenly lands on your chest. your eyes crack open. “baby?” you mumble, still half asleep. your son immediately snuggles closer and buries his face against your neck, “hi mama.” your hand automatically finds his hair. “hi.” the two of you start drifting back to sleep. mark, however, is now fully awake and trapped on the edge of the bed. he reaches over to pull the blanket higher over both of you and wrap an arm around your waist. immediately, your sons eyes opens and his gaze narrows at mark, “no.”

mark blinks, “no?” cub grabs your arm and hugs it tighter, “my mama.” mark looks at you and youre smiling into your pillow. “buddy,” mark says carefully, “i’m literally giving you the blanket. appa is also about to fall off the bed.” he scoots even closer to you, “my mama.” mark lets out a laugh, “she was mine first.” cub shakes his head, “mine. you finally start laughing. cub reaches up and pats your cheek, “sleep mama.”

mark attempts to move closer. immediately a tiny hand shoots out. you're laughing harder now.

“don’t encourage him.”

“i’m not.”

“you’re laughing .”

“because you’re getting bullied by our son.”