OHH your stuff for mark grayson is so cute 💗 how about hcs or a drabble of him being grumpy and his s/o tickling him to cheer him up! since it always does for him, i bet he's kind of childish in that way
Hello Mousy 💗, I'm feeling a little worse today with my stomach flu so I chose to do a small w/e this is, hope that's okay !! And you are very right, Mark can be a little childish but he just wants your attention and some loving.
CW: Fluff, "babe" as an endearment, unedited, GN!Reader
Mark Grayson, son of Debbie and Nolan Grayson. Half-human, half-Viltrumite and a god damn superhero of all things.
Mark Grayson? Also, the world's poutiest man alive when you reject his attempts to get your undivided attention.
Work had been piling up for you, and it was starting to affect not just you, but your needy boyfriend as well.
He was finally able to call in for a mini-vacation, just to enjoy the long weekend but unfortunately, the long weekend was not a luxury you could afford. Your company was in dire need of preparations to be made and proofed before the overhaul happening next week.
In the morning, Mark wanted extra cuddle time after your alarm had gone off, but you were in desperate need to get ready so you could finish your work faster; fine.
During your lunch break, Mark took the time to craft up some lovely sandwiches, hoping the two of you could sit and eat it under the sun, but you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, took your food and ran back to your desk to work; ... fine.
Throughout the rest of the day, Mark did his best to leave you to work but his vying for your attention and touch was obvious as he followed you around the house in between meetings and document printing.
He would rest his chin on your shoulder, watching you work but as still as he tried to be, the presence of someone quite literally watching you work made you uneasy so you shoved him away, telling him to go watch TV or something.
Mark murmured to himself, eyebrows and nose scrunched at the vexing distaste of being ignored and rightfully pushed away, "The audacity, I just want cuddles..."
Leaning upside down on the couch, legs propped straight up against the wall, he idly watched you as you speak on the phone with your courteous "phone voice". The one where you seemed a little too sweet and too innocent, like the ones the baristas at his favourite cafe often used. Usually, your phone voiced amused him, but not today. Today, he was hellbent on being grumpy about everything you did, unless it was cuddling him.
When you had hung up the phone, he sighed in an attempt to get your attention. The pout was forming, you could feel it, but you had to will yourself to ignore him. A few more passive-aggressive huffs later, you waved your hand asking if he would like to just order take-out for dinner.
There were a lot of things Mark wanted to eat for dinner, but he stubbornly decided against giving you a definite answer or suggestion. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes closed as he huffed in defiance. Now you were trying to get him out of the house and away from you! This was not fine.
"Mark?"
You called his name once more following a lack of response. Finishing your last page of the day, you sighed. The looming shadow of a clingy boyfriend started to fill the once, supposedly ambient workspace. Even if you weren't done work for the day, you probably would have caved.
You stopped short of the couch, hands are your hips as you stared down at your grumpy boyfriend. His head lulling off the seat of the sofa from the way he had orientated himself.
"Mark," you called out again, this time growing a little impatient with the childish attitude. His eye twitched behind his closed lids at the sound of his name but remained unmoving otherwise. "Fine, I guess I'm only ordering the barbecue rice dinner set for myself tonight."
It was unusual for Mark to not cave at the sound of one of his favourite orders were mentioned. Lee's BBQ was one of Mark's go-to places when he was feeling some savoury with a hint of honey and Lee's always had the best cure for that craving. With a tired huff of your own, you bent over your own body, stretching out your aching muscles and rubbed the soreness out from your shoulders before leaning over Mark with wiggling fingers.
He grimaced at the feeling of your shadow hovering over his body, but not a moment later, a strangle cough mixed with laughter erupted from your boyfriend, filling the room in a cacophony as he started to roll around on the couch. It was a rather futile attempt to escape your dancing fingers, as they raced across various parts of his torso, finding all his weak spots as he writhed.
In between wheezes of your name breathless pleads to stop tickling him, Mark finally caved in, shouting his order amidst falling off the sofa and onto the floor by your feet, gasping for air as he the residual laughter wore off, "P-please, just the usual combo with extra sauce on the side."
You hummed in response, pulling out your phone to call in your orders. Sitting up from the floor, Mark fanned himself, a now brighter smile on his lips as he watched you purse your lips in anticipation.
"Hello, Lee's BBQ are you calling for take-out?"
The familiar sound of Mrs. Lee's voice seemed to finally calm the both of you down, your smile stretching as you hopped on the spot, "Hi, Mrs. Lee, it's [Y/N]! Mark and I will be coming by for our usual? The combo c with extra sauce on the side and the— Yes that's right."
Mark outstretched his arm, pulling you closer to him by your knees as you nodded along as Mrs. Lee confirmed your small order, "Oh and what's the soup of the day?"
Pulling away from the phone you mouthed, "Want the soup?" to which Mark nodded along, whispering a please and thank you as you passed on the order. With your order in the process, you hung up with an ecstatic thank you before plopping onto Mark's lap.
"Foooooood!" Mark hollered happily, hands coming up to squeeze your sides as you rested your head on his shoulder. "Finally, I'm starving."
"Starving for attention too, you lil' baby," you teased, finger poking at his nose blindly in an attempt to irk your boyfriend some more for bothering you with all his needy sighs.
Mark huffed in response, pretending to bite at your finger to deter you, "I wanted cuddles this morning, you left too early. I wanted to eat lunch with you, you ran away back to your desk."
Jerking back from his shoulder, you offered him a pointed look, "I was rushing so I could get done faster."
"I don't care if you finish faster, I much rather spend some time throughout the day with you," Mark pouted, eyebrows crinkling as his lips turned downwards.
With a small flick to his forehead, you chuckled, "Yeah, but I care. I want to be able to enjoy my evenings free from work, otherwise, I'll be working all night."
Your boyfriend pursed his lips before muttering a, you're right, pulling you in for a firm hug and a contented sigh. Toying with the hair at the nape of his neck elicited another sigh, the man physically melting into your touch as he finally got the attention he's been vying for all day.
"We should start heading over to pick up the food," you pointed out, only for Mark to pat your butt softly, head shaking as he silently asked for a few more minutes to lavish in the affection you were giving him.
He's a big baby and I love him 🥺
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