in which, mark lee is your boyfriend. that’s it. that’s the description.
anonymous said: helllooo~ if it’s okay, could i request like a cute little pillow talk scenario with Mark? just like talking about like your future together and like kids and stuff? thanks babes!
genre: pure sickening boyfriend fluff ( gender neutral reader)
warnings: u know da drill i dont proofread my shit.
word count: 1.2k
you’d lost track of how long you’d been staring at mark, your sleeping counterpart; it had become a hobby you were exceedingly good at.
your foreheads were inches away as you lay in bed with your boyfriend, and every time you scan his face in the moonlight you find another reason to love him. the little moles on his neck. his lack of makeup, allowing you to study the blemishes on his cheeks. his faded pink lips parted slightly as his slumber sighs begin to threaten small snores. you couldn’t seem to sleep, your mind racing with thoughts of him and his touch and his laugh.
you can’t help but to run your thumb across his cheekbone, the skin you feel warm and soft to the touch. to keep your hands off of him, to keep your eyes off of him would be impossible in this moment. this was the boy the stars danced for, you determine. enraptured isn’t the word. you lean forward and place your lips to his forehead. he’s hot. not in that way. well, yes, but no. his body radiates a heat, but you have a suspicion his hands are cold.
you’re lost in your own thoughts and images of the angels crafting this boy to be put on earth, here, with you. it’s not until you notice his breathing has quieted that you resolve to try and sleep. the sun will start rising in a moment; you’re not built for a lack of sleep, you’ve never been the type to thrive while tired, like mark.
“it’s late. shouldn’t you be asleep?” mark’s voice is coated with sleep. his eyes are still closed, and he hasn’t moved an inch, you’re not even sure if he’s fully conscious. you offer a half smile.
“technically it’s just really early.”
his bambi eyes flicker open, a twinkle in them as he peers at you. his hand reaches for yours, and he interlocks your fingers. his hand is warm. “why don’t you sleep?”
“i’d rather look at you.” you say blatantly. his lips curl into an embarrassed smile, he rolls his eyes.
“it’s true.” you shrug. he’s not one for cheesy lines, his best attempts being phrases he’d heard from johnny, which, to be honest, were never good. you tend to outperform him in both flirting and PDA. which is fine. his little love nudges, hand squeezes and laughs content you just enough. a comfortable silence fills the room, the air warm like a good hug. you suspect he’s fallen back asleep, but he proves you wrong when he hums.
“if one day we were…. like.. if one day we were married. would you- would that be okay?”
another silence, most likely less comfortable on his side.
to say you hadn’t thought of marriage with him would be a lie; god, you only ever thought of marriage with him.
“if this is your proposal i definitely have some complaints.” you laugh.
he laughs as well, but you can hear the unrest in his voice. “no, it’s not, i swear. i just. i like it when we’re like this.”
“i like it, too.” you nod, unsure of where he’s going with this rant.
“i mean. when you’re here… i don’t have to worry about anything when you’re here. it’s like, nice.”
you stifle a chuckle and his rambling. “well, i’m glad you don’t worry.”
he shakes his head, hair falling in the way of his eyes. “no, you don’t get it. i never not worry. i’m built for worrying about things. i always do it. but when i see you, it’s like… i don’t? like when i see you, and you hug me, time .. just… stops and… i just think about you?”
you smile softly, his shifting gaze illuminated the light pouring through your window. your heart soared at his words, and you squeeze his hand.
“i missed being with you. like this.” he sighs, inching forward so your foreheads grazed each other’s.
“to answer your question, i think it would be okay if one day we were married.”
he laughs. it’s your favorite sound ever, you decide. his thumb is caressing the back of your hand. is it possible to love too much?
“i want kids.” he blurts. you can’t help the snort that escapes you. that’s mark, either he says nothing or he says it all.
“right now? is it not a bit early in the morning for that?”
you can practically hear him blushing, his ears red instantly as he stutters a protest. “no, no, no- noooo, that’s not what i meant. i meant. babies. with you. later on. a lot later on.”
you nod. “i want kids too. maybe 5?”
“god, 5 is a lot, don’t you think? all we have is my tiny ass apartment and your even tinier flat?”
“well i don’t think we plan on living in our broke young adult homes forever, do we?”
“oh, yeah.” he thinks, staring at the wall behind you for a moment. “we’ll have a big penthouse.”
“a penthouse? for a family?” you scoff.
“you’ve obviously never seen jessie.”
“i haven’t. i’m a nickelodeon fan for life.”
“you’re sick, you know that?”
“more than anything in the world.” he nods. “but still. five?”
you laugh. “hey, you’re the one who brought up children.”
“yes, but five of them is overkill. one is lazy. two is mediocre. three is a good number. four is pushing it. five? at that point you’re being an overachiever and absolutely nobody wins at that point.”
you snort. “well, i guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
“we’re not having five children, ______ .” he says with resolve in his tone.
you find the conversation hilarious, 5 children seems reasonable to you, far into the future, at least. five little mark lees? obviously a good idea.
“you’d be a good dad.” you coo, distracting him from the previous subject successfully. his eyes light up.
you think for a moment, flashes of memories yet to be made. mark building blanket forts for his children, playing catch with them. you grin to yourself, heart swelling. “absolutely, babe.”
he practically coos, you can tell this was one of the things he’d worried about.
“you know. whenever i think about my future- i don’t think a lot about it? i have so much going on right now, i don’t think long term a lot? but i do know that… whenever i think about my future, it always has you in it.” he shrugs.
“so,, i don’t think there’s a timeline in which i’m not enchanted by you. i don’t want to do life without you, i don’t think i can do life without you, ____.” he whispers, as if the moon outside will hear.
you think tiredness makes him loopy, a subconscious guard being down and letting him spill out his soul universe to you. you lean forward and peck his lips momentarily.
“you are mark lee, the most important thing in my life. you were when we met, you are right now, and you will be forever and ever.” your words are coming out slurred now as drowsiness threatens to take over. he notices and smiles, his hand makes its way to the side of your face, and he brushes his thumb against your cheek. “we need to sleep. you need to sleep, babe.”
you hum softly, your eyes fight against the imaginary weights pulling them down. you feel mark’s thumb still drawing circles on your cheeks, and you can’t help but to let your eyes flicker close.
“it’s 4am, might as well say good morning.” he chuckles.
“this is why we’re having 5 kids.” you manage, sticking your tongue out at him.
his laugh is the last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep, it lulls you off to sleep and you can still hear it while you dream.
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