#mark x reader fluff

it’s always stated with the same corner booth.

back against he wall. two ice drinks. the music of the coffee shop that tried to hard with their playlist. and mark lee, headphones around his neck, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his forearms, tapping his pencil like he’s composing something instead of taking notes.

you met here very sunday since the start of the semester. no one ever said it out loud, it just became a thing. somewhere between midterms and early spring, you stared saving him a seat without asking. he stared buying you drinks without checking the order. and now?

now it’s may, and noting has changed. and everything has.

same time every sunday, rain or shine, exams or not, it’s a routine now.

but lately, it’s been feeling like more.

“hey” he says, soft and breathless, cheeks pink from the wind. his hoodie sleeves are pushed up, his hands are warm from the drink he bought you.

you take it, fingers brushing his. “you’re too good to me.”

mark grins, and it’s the kind that settles into your skin.

“nah” he says, gaze lingering for a moment too long. “you’re just easy to remember.”

and that’s the thing about mark

he says things that sound simple, but it sticks with you way after.

you tell yourself it doesn’t mean anything. but you also know better.

-

he’s been sitting closer lately.

like closer.

his knee bumps yours and stays there. his fingers hover near yours over the table. sometimes he leans in to show you something on his screen, he could just turn it around, but he doesn’t.

“you’re not even typing” he teases, watching as you stare at the blinking cursor on your doc. “is that the same sentence from last week?”

“i’m thinking.”

“you always ‘think’ when I’m around.”

you narrow your eyes. “you’re distracting”

mark raises a brow, his voice low and soft. “good distracting?”

your eyes meet, you look away first.

but you’re smiling.

-

lunch is apart of the loop now, it didn’t even start out that way, it just happened.

now he carries your bag like he’s meant to, touches your back to guide you through doors. orders something new so you’ll try it. slides half of it your way without even looking up.

you take a bite. he watches you chew like you’re the one on his mind, not the song lyrics scribbled into his phone notes.

“you like it?” he asks, biting back a grin.

“you could’ve just ask me to try it.”

he shrugs. “where’s the fun in that?”

your knees are touching again. neither of you move this time.

-

outside the air smells like rain, you sit on the library steps, shoulder to shoulder. he pulls his hoodie sleeve over your hand without saying a word.

you let him.

“i got into the songwriting program.” he says, his voice carful.

you turn to him. “mark!, that’s huge.”

“it’s in vancouver..”

“oh..”

the silence took over both of you, before you started to speak again.

“are you going to go?”

“i should.” he looks down at his hands. “it’s a big opportunity, i’ve wanted it for a while”

you nod, even tho you can feel your chest tightening.

“but” he says, glancing sideways at you, “i keep thinking about this, thinking about us..”

you blink. “us?”

he shifts his face to you. “every sunday, the way we act like this isn’t something. like we’re just.. friends or something who accidentally touch too much and look a little to long.”

you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

mark leans in, his voice quieter now. “i didn’t want to mess up what we have, but i’d regret not saying it more.”

he takes your hand, his thumb runs slow circles against your knuckles.

“i like you.” he says. “way more than i should if this was just a routine.”

your throat feels tight. “i’ve liked you since week three”

his brows lift. “week three?”

“you wore that green hoodie and fell asleep while we studied, i was done for.”

he laughs, bright and soft, and then he looks at you differently.

softer ..

hungrier..

“can i kiss you?”

you nod once. “please.”

the kiss is everything it’s been building to.

it was gentle at first. just his mouth pressing into yours questioning first. then firmer, like now he knows the answer.

you fingers curls into his hoodie. his hands slides down your spine, you breath him in, something that’s always been just him.

his lips part slightly. the second kiss lingers, and so does the third one.

you could kiss him forever and never get bored.

and he kisses like he might feel the same.

“i’ve been dying to do this” he whispers.

you swallow hers, heart knocking into your ribs. “then do it again.”

and he does.

-

you sit there for a while. your fingers tangled in each other, as your heartbeats as well.

mark looks at you like the sun just came out.

“so what now..?” you murmur.

he squeezes your hand. “we break the loop.”

-

the next sunday, you don’t go to the booth.

you go somewhere new, more quiet, just you and him and the hum of something that feels like the start of a different story.

he gives you his hoodie again, but this time, you don’t give it back

your hands in his, as he pulls you closer as you walk, fingers sliding against your palm in lazy, knowing patterns.

“you know” mark says, his voice just above a whisper. “i still remember the first time you smiled at me.”

you glance up at him, lips tugging up. “yeah?”

he grins. “felt like my heart hit a loop right then.”

you roll your eyes, laughing softly. “your so corny”

“but you love it.”

you bump his shoulder. “i do.”

mark stops walking, as he turns towards you with that soft, sweet look that always unravels you.

“your my favorite part of the week” he says. “my favorite person, you know that right?”

you reach up, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “yeah i know..”

he smiles. “good.”

then quietly. “you’re my baby now, okay?”

you blink, as your breath catches.

“say it back” he teases, leaning down until your nose brushes. “please?”

you whisper it. “yours..”

mark hums against your mouth when he kisses you again. his hands curls around your waist, pulling you in like he doesn’t plan to let go.

and he won’t.

not next week. not the other after.

because the loops broken now.

and what’s left is something more.

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⟡ 秋のメモ… ︵ ︵ ིྀ - welcome to the first fic of the love and louder series!!, i was rushing to write this so im so so sorry!!, please enjoy this!!, im gonna come back with a banger for my love renjun !😼

There were two instances where you were positive Mark returned your feelings. When you first met him through Ethan, you noticed how Mark was the only one who hadn't left your side as Teamiplier recorded a video. The second occurrence was, after months of catching him looking, Mark confessed you were attractive. You don’t know why it stuck, especially when Tyler and Amy agreed and everyone moved on with their lives. It was a compliment you’ve received before, but hearing Mark say such a thing made your feelings for him even worse. For the past eleven months you had been tiptoeing around Mark and making sure you didn't look at him unless he spoke, not hugging him for a beat too long, and being careful of what you said. Because Mark had gone so long without speaking to you—especially with your birthday tomorrow—you weren’t sure what to do.

The next day you did your best to dress up nicely, especially because your college buddies encouraged you to wear a crown on your birthday. Not only did the entire campus know you aged one year, but those who had your number spammed you with birthday messages or invites to their weekend parties. Ethan offered to give you a ride home, so at least you knew he wasn’t upset with you. In the middle of one of your classes you finally received a text from Mark, the only text you were more than happy to get.

Mark: Happy bday, (Y/N)

It was a simple message that made your face warm with excitement and hands heavy with sadness. Mark hadn't called or texted all week, hadn't invite you to hang out, and no one else had either. You almost tripped over your own two feet walking off campus, so you put the phone away and looked for Ethan’s car. He pulled up a few seconds later and rolled all the windows of his car down before he waved you over. Your feet dashed across the pavement, and your mood lifted with the eagerness to talk with someone in person. Once you tossed your bag into the back seat, you buckled up and Ethan pulled away from the college. “Happy birthday, chick,” Ethan said happily. Your smile was as wide as Ethan’s, and deep down you were more than content someone wished you a happy birthday face to face.

The ride was long and filled with music from Ethan’s aux cord. Your eyes watched as trees passed, dogs ran with their owners, and couples walked hand in hand. Music blasted from the radio, so you didn't bother asking Ethan where he was taking you even if it wasn’t to your house. There were familiar landmarks that had you realize Ethan was driving toward Mark’s place, and your heart hammered due to the mere thought of being near him. Ethan didn't pick up on your uneasiness, however, as he pulled into Mark’s neighborhood and turned the radio off. “I’ve gotta pick up a camera Mark borrowed. Is that okay?” Ethan wondered as he turned a corner. You could only nod.

It didn’t take but two minutes until Ethan was parked in Mark’s driveway. The younger man left his car with ease and only stopped to wave you to follow. As you reached for the car door and hopped out, you wracked your brain for what you did that could have made Mark so indifferent to you, along with Tyler, Amy, and Kathryn. It seemed as though everyone but Ethan and Chica had forgotten you existed, but it was too late to back down. You were already watching Ethan open the unlocked door, already stepping inside after him, and already scared to death when Ethan flipped the lights on.

At least thirty people jumped out from behind the couch, corners, and doorways. Tyler did his best (and failed) to hide behind a lamp. Everyone had party whistles in their mouths that made your reaction even more bewildered. Streamers rained down, thrown from your friend’s hands. Your family was there as well, having been invited by whomever set up the surprise party. All the messages unanswered and invites to recordings were all because your people wanted to surprise you. It was relieving, heartwarming, and especially grand considering Mark smiled at you from the corner of the room. He wore a blue button down shirt, arms bare and crossed, a party hat on his head, and a smile that let you know the party was his idea. Mark was such an asshole, but you were in love with him.

You were swept up into Amy and Kathryn’s arms and cut off from Mark during most of the party. The only time you were able to talk was when you dodged your family to thank him for hosting the celebration. His cheeks went pink and you did your best not to overreact, and then your best friends took you away to gossip about things that occurred during your separation from them. Mark and you glanced at each other from across the room as you greeted those he invited. Whenever Mark rose his eyebrows toward the end of the night, you understood it was a promise to meet up and speak with you privately. It was midnight when things finally settled down, and most people had filed out and gone home.

Tyler and Kathryn had kitchen duty, and emptied bowls of chips and candy into the garbage. Ethan and Amy were in the living room, and you and Mark migrated to the swimming pool. There, you and Mark picked up Solo cups and streamers and stuffed the garbage into a black trash bag Mark held. By the time you filtered party hats from the pool, you were tired enough to sleep on one of the chairs situated at the side.

Mark joined you with a huff, and together you laid back on your respective chairs and accepted a party well done. You rolled up the sleeves of your pink sweater and gazed up at the sky, admiring the stars that appeared through the light pollution. “Thank you for this,” you told Mark once again. He tilted his head to look at you, and a hesitant smile graced his face before Mark sat up to look across the water. The pool lights caught tiny waves the filter made, and you joined Mark in pretending the sight was interesting. “At first I thought you were pissed at me or something,” you continued.

“Never. We were all super busy trying to get your family flown into L.A.” Mark’s voice had a smile in it that radiated pride, which you thought he deserved to have. “It was perfect,” you replied. Mark tilted his head to smile at you, the dimples in his cheeks more prominent when he did so. A cold wind blew and jostled you from the hypnotic waves of the pool. In a split second Mark decided to sit beside you and provide body heat. It wasn’t odd for Mark to be so close, especially since the past couple of weeks it seemed as though he got comfortable around you. If it weren’t for the darkness Mark would have been able to see your red face.

You leaned into Mark, allowing your head to rest against his shoulder. Mark let his head fall against your own, and you both sat in silence for a moment before you decided to speak up. “You know, I was scared you forgot about me.” Over your own voice you could hear the frantic beating of your heart. Mark’s close proximity made you dizzy, and speaking so quietly was all due to the feelings you had for him. Mark had to have known how you felt, or at the very least knew you wanted more than a platonic friendship. Like many awkward people, you never acted brilliantly indifferent to those you had feelings for. If Mark didn't know the fans definitely did, and it was odd Mark hadn't seen their compilations of you staring at him for too long or blushing and laughing with him.

Mark’s thumb suddenly pressed at the space between your eyebrows, and you realized your eyebrows were creased with concentration. “You think too much,” Mark muttered. There was a hint of a smile on his face that made your cheeks burn with embarrassment. His body was angled to face you, and your legs rubbed against each other’s because of the small cushion of the chair. The friction of Mark’s jeans against your leggings was distracting, but you did well at maintaining eye contact with the man you worked with.

“Maybe I should think less,” you dared to say.

“Maybe I know how to help you.”

It happened slowly. Mark’s eyes, as dark as the sky, blinked and focused on your bottom lip. He then looked back up at you in a silent question for permission, and when you nodded he leaned in and shut his eyes. You followed suit and reached a hand up to Mark’s cheek, feeling the angle of his jawline in your palm and the scratchiness of his stubble. His own hands held your face to guide him in the darkness, and then the warmth fluttered along your toes, your stomach, and finally your chest. Mark’s lips were soft and warm, gentle even. You opened your mouth to invite him closer—you wanted him closer. What you desired secretly for so long had finally come true, and Mark was the one to do anything about it. How long had he liked you? How long had he known about your feelings?

SMUT :

whenever mark is too tired from work, you’re quickly on your knees. “can make you feel better markie, release some of your stress from today, hm?” and god, he can’t say no when you’re looking up at him with those perfect doe eyes of yours that have a hint of desire in them. he hummed in response, leaning back against the headboard, “go on pretty..”

he always teases you for being sensitive just like you do with him. whenever you’ve got a hand on his thigh so close to his dick, he has to move your hand further down and groans, “not so close.. please..” but you never listen until marks keeping your hand there, rubbing his crotch against your hand, “k-keep it there..”