#nerdy!mark

nerdy!mark who loves getting to tutor you because you’re behind on work and who else could you go to other than him? you spend the time over at his place, sat comfortably on the floor together, text books spread out and notes flailed about.

nerdy!mark who hovers over you as you complain about needing a break, suggesting you two can take one for 5 minutes. you ask if he’s got anything in mind while looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours and he has to hold back from kissing your lips.

nerdy!mark who gets flustered whenever your knee keeps brushing against his, when you’re sat too close to him and all he can smell is your sweet vanilla scented perfume, swallowing hard. if you ask about it, he just makes up a small excuse, his ears turning red.

nerdy!mark who tries not to look whenever your top rises up and shows your stomach, no matter if you’re stretching or just leaning over to grab a snack that’s sat on the table in front of you both. he does end up taking a peek.

nerdy!mark who keeps pushing up his glasses that fall down the bridge of his nose, zoning out as he tries to figure out an equation for you before getting knocked out of his thoughts as he feels you pushing his glasses back up. “you’ll get annoyed if it’s on the tip of your nose, i’ve seen your nose scrunching.”

nerdy!mark who tries to explain something to you but you’re looking at him with such interest, your eyes slowly moving from his eyes to his lips and his brain short circuits. you notice and let out a small giggle, “keep going markie.”

nerdy!mark who notices you had fallen asleep on your text book, watching the way your chest slowly rises up and down, hearing a soft exhale exiting you. he bites back a smile, mumbling to himself, ‘you’ll be the death of me by the end of this course..’

nerdy!Mark Grayson variant x fem!reader

the word girl is used literally once, and nothing else is mentioned—so if you just want to ignore that, it’s chill.

tw: delusional variant, kidnapping, sort of Stockholm-ish, uhhhh the usual atp, basic short Drabble bs. The whole thing is a nerdy pun on comic retcons and the delusions of a broken man.

THIS IS NOT EVE SLANDER‼️ I LOVE HER, SHES JUST FOR PLOT IM SORRY

authors note: the crossed out pieces are your thought process that he’s “rewriting” if that makes sense. um i originally intended it to be full-mask, but idk if it still fits.

There might be another part sometimes after the miniseries. Or, well, whenever I feel the itch. Idk, I’m just vibing.

we need more nerdy Mark variants.

Mark knows what he’s doing is wrong.

He knows he shouldn’t have taken you from your universe, he knows that he definitely shouldn’t have kept you, and he knows that pretending everything’s normal was the worst thing to do.

He knows that.

But, having you in his arms again and feeling your heartbeat against his chest? With the soft lamp light reflecting off your hair, giving you this sweet angelic halo? the blankets pulled tightly around the both of you so tight you couldn’t wouldn’t want to leave his bed?

Sometimes it’s just….easy to forget how upsetting this could be, to just accept that what he did was wrong and stop giving it a second thought.

Sure what he did was wrong. Sure it made you….skittish. But you’ve come around! There’s no yelling, or hitting, or cursing.

Just shaking, and a few tears here and there. Honestly, they could even be tears of joy! Maybe you realized that you loved this version of Mark, and not the dumb best friend you had—who didn’t even make sure you were safe during the invasion! That Mark was too busy with Eve to care about the sweetheart you are.

This Mark would never do that to you. He’d tear down every building, burn every planet, and destroy every sun if it’d make you glance his way.

He’s not your Mark, of course!

He loves you. No version of him could love you like he does.

So, when Mark found you again, he figured it’d be easier to…retcon your “origin” and rewrite your home—with him, in his universe, in his arms.

Just as you’re meant to be.

“….and so, Seance Dog fought—please stop shaking, everything’s okay, curl up closer so you’ll be warmer. anyway, he fought this sorcerer and like reversed this curse—…oh, baby, ‘s alright. Shhh, sweetheart, it’s ok. I know. I know,” he cooed, brushing his fingers through your hair. He let out a soft hum, cradling you in his arms a little tighter.

He knew why you were shaky. Of course he did.

He wouldn’t admit it though. Never would. You just had to learn you were safe now.

No one would take you from him again. He’d make sure of it.

He made sure your Mark wouldn’t be able to find you—if that Mark could ever even see again.

He places a soft kiss to your brow, a barely there brush of his lips. He couldn’t deny the way his stomach flipped after he pet your hair—especially when your sniffles started to die down.

That’s his good pet girl.

“The plot gets confusing, I get it. They retconned a few things. But that’s ok! You have me to explain it to you.”