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wowowow user rnjfy posted wowowow this drabble is inspired by lauren spencer-smith’s song!! it’s really good and has me on my knees
fingers crossed — lmh.
in which he said he loved you but he must’ve had his fingers crossed.
—
the soft music rang throughout the fancy and definitely busy restaurant was a big contrast to the harsh pounding of your heart against your chest. the ice in your drink had melted—and the condensation had started to roll off the cool glass and onto the red cloth that lined your table.
“ma’am? if you’re not going to order anything, we’ll need to give up the table…” the assigned waitress looked at you with pity swirling in her eyes. this was the second time she’d approached you in the half hour you had sat and stared into nothing.
you could feel the embarassment creeping up your neck—but you swallowed it down as you smiled up at the young woman.
“sorry. you probably need the table… i’ll take my leave then.” after briefly bowing to apologize for any inconvenience, you wrapped your cardigan tighter around your shoulders as the cold wind greeted you.
you [7:16]: i’m at our table! the food looks really good, come soon! xx
no response. you wondered why you hoped for anything different, when all he seemed to be doing with you now is tolerating your presence. you terribly missed your boyfriend, but with how tonight was going you weren’t really sure how to feel.
the jingle of your keys sounded terribly loud as it echoed through you and your boyfriend’s empty apartment. you noticed the spot on your shoe rack where mark’s shoes were supposed to be—empty.
“as usual,” you mutter to no one in particular. the word ‘empty’ seemed to start to become a constant in your life.
your feet felt sore as you placed your keys in the small bowl you two had set up by the door.
“you suck at pottery.”
mark’s loud laugh surrounded the two of you as he struggled with the clay in his hands.
“dude! it’s crumbli—folding? what the hell!” he giggles as he tries to perfect the small bowl. your eyes lingered on his dark hair, his bangs falling slightly over his eyes.
“you suck at pottery.” you confirmed with a small nod, smiling at him as he rolls his eyes—a small smile curling at the edge of his lips.
“it’s just a unique bowl!”
your heart felt constricted in your chest. the small homey apartment that you two shared used to be close to what you would call your sanctuary.
now, you feel so so suffocated by the memories that would wash over you as you glanced over the decorations, furniture, artwork and other things that were scattered across your living space.
you walked slowly. the realization of what you need to do sinking in. your gaze catches the small couch that you both paid for.
“what d’you wanna watch?”
mark curls his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest as he flicks through the movies and shows netflix had to offer. you could hear his heartbeat going a mile a minute, but you leave your focus on the tv sat across from the two of you.
“what about friends?”
laughing loudly, mark quickly scrolls back up to the ‘watch again’ portion and clicks on the series you desperately loved.
burying his nose into your hair, “how are you not tired of this show?”
he giggles softly, the sound of the laugh track blending in with the silence of your apartment.
gulping down the memory, you start towards your shared bedroom. the sight of mark’s favorite guitar sitting next to your bed makes you uncomfortable, the tears in your shaky eyes seemed to be endless.
“y/n! c’mere. i wrote a song and uh… i wanted you to hear it, if that’s okay?”
the blush on mark’s face was something burned into your head. it was the most adorable sight and you never wanted to forget.
you nod, your hair bouncing at your shoulders as you sit next to him, watching as he clears his throat and fixes his fingers on the neck of his guitar.
his rough voice surrounds both your figures. the chords and the words—all of them blended so well together. they screamed mark, and you felt like you were falling in love all over again.
your movements felt robotic. you barely processed that your closet was now empty. mark’s clothes hung on their own, taking up only half of the large closet that occupied the left-hand side of your room.
the shine of your framed picture catches your gaze—it sat on your bedside table looking lonely now that you had taken your jewelry and other various knick knacks off the wooden table.
you pick it up shakily, your fingers caressing the smooth frame. the picture of you and mark on your first date, a concert. he had a bottle of water in his hand and his arm was slung around you.
his smile haunted you now, the look of love in both of your eyes felt taunting. your heart hurt even more.
a part of you longed to stay. to give yourself to mark, because at the end of the day, he’d come home. home to you. whispering apologies and empty promises of a next time.
but you were tired. and you’ve tried. you tried to stay. you tried to love him even when you knew he didn’t love you anymore.
the soft click of your apartment door sends a painful ripple from your heart to the rest of your body.
you stand there for a moment, your eyes closed as you whisper your last wish into the dead of the night.
i wish you said you loved me, when you didn’t have your fingers crossed.
—
in your face writer’s block!!!! i’m finally back with a drabble and hopefully this pushes my writer’s block fully away >:((( shares & likes are appreciated! i love you all <333
wowowow user rnjfy posted wowowow this drabble is inspired by lauren spencer-smith’s song!! it’s really good and has me on my knees
fingers crossed — lmh.
in which he said he loved you but he must’ve had his fingers crossed.
—
the soft music rang throughout the fancy and definitely busy restaurant was a big contrast to the harsh pounding of your heart against your chest. the ice in your drink had melted—and the condensation had started to roll off the cool glass and onto the red cloth that lined your table.
“ma’am? if you’re not going to order anything, we’ll need to give up the table…” the assigned waitress looked at you with pity swirling in her eyes. this was the second time she’d approached you in the half hour you had sat and stared into nothing.
you could feel the embarassment creeping up your neck—but you swallowed it down as you smiled up at the young woman.
“sorry. you probably need the table… i’ll take my leave then.” after briefly bowing to apologize for any inconvenience, you wrapped your cardigan tighter around your shoulders as the cold wind greeted you.
you [7:16]: i’m at our table! the food looks really good, come soon! xx
no response. you wondered why you hoped for anything different, when all he seemed to be doing with you now is tolerating your presence. you terribly missed your boyfriend, but with how tonight was going you weren’t really sure how to feel.
the jingle of your keys sounded terribly loud as it echoed through you and your boyfriend’s empty apartment. you noticed the spot on your shoe rack where mark’s shoes were supposed to be—empty.
“as usual,” you mutter to no one in particular. the word ‘empty’ seemed to start to become a constant in your life.
your feet felt sore as you placed your keys in the small bowl you two had set up by the door.
“you suck at pottery.”
mark’s loud laugh surrounded the two of you as he struggled with the clay in his hands.
“dude! it’s crumbli—folding? what the hell!” he giggles as he tries to perfect the small bowl. your eyes lingered on his dark hair, his bangs falling slightly over his eyes.
“you suck at pottery.” you confirmed with a small nod, smiling at him as he rolls his eyes—a small smile curling at the edge of his lips.
“it’s just a unique bowl!”
your heart felt constricted in your chest. the small homey apartment that you two shared used to be close to what you would call your sanctuary.
now, you feel so so suffocated by the memories that would wash over you as you glanced over the decorations, furniture, artwork and other things that were scattered across your living space.
you walked slowly. the realization of what you need to do sinking in. your gaze catches the small couch that you both paid for.
“what d’you wanna watch?”
mark curls his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest as he flicks through the movies and shows netflix had to offer. you could hear his heartbeat going a mile a minute, but you leave your focus on the tv sat across from the two of you.
“what about friends?”
laughing loudly, mark quickly scrolls back up to the ‘watch again’ portion and clicks on the series you desperately loved.
burying his nose into your hair, “how are you not tired of this show?”
he giggles softly, the sound of the laugh track blending in with the silence of your apartment.
gulping down the memory, you start towards your shared bedroom. the sight of mark’s favorite guitar sitting next to your bed makes you uncomfortable, the tears in your shaky eyes seemed to be endless.
“y/n! c’mere. i wrote a song and uh… i wanted you to hear it, if that’s okay?”
the blush on mark’s face was something burned into your head. it was the most adorable sight and you never wanted to forget.
you nod, your hair bouncing at your shoulders as you sit next to him, watching as he clears his throat and fixes his fingers on the neck of his guitar.
his rough voice surrounds both your figures. the chords and the words—all of them blended so well together. they screamed mark, and you felt like you were falling in love all over again.
your movements felt robotic. you barely processed that your closet was now empty. mark’s clothes hung on their own, taking up only half of the large closet that occupied the left-hand side of your room.
the shine of your framed picture catches your gaze—it sat on your bedside table looking lonely now that you had taken your jewelry and other various knick knacks off the wooden table.
you pick it up shakily, your fingers caressing the smooth frame. the picture of you and mark on your first date, a concert. he had a bottle of water in his hand and his arm was slung around you.
his smile haunted you now, the look of love in both of your eyes felt taunting. your heart hurt even more.
a part of you longed to stay. to give yourself to mark, because at the end of the day, he’d come home. home to you. whispering apologies and empty promises of a next time.
but you were tired. and you’ve tried. you tried to stay. you tried to love him even when you knew he didn’t love you anymore.
the soft click of your apartment door sends a painful ripple from your heart to the rest of your body.
you stand there for a moment, your eyes closed as you whisper your last wish into the dead of the night.
i wish you said you loved me, when you didn’t have your fingers crossed.
—
in your face writer’s block!!!! i’m finally back with a drabble and hopefully this pushes my writer’s block fully away >:((( shares & likes are appreciated! i love you all <333
wowowow user rnjfy posted wowowow this drabble is inspired by lauren spencer-smith’s song!! it’s really good and has me on my knees
fingers crossed — lmh.
in which he said he loved you but he must’ve had his fingers crossed.
—
the soft music rang throughout the fancy and definitely busy restaurant was a big contrast to the harsh pounding of your heart against your chest. the ice in your drink had melted—and the condensation had started to roll off the cool glass and onto the red cloth that lined your table.
“ma’am? if you’re not going to order anything, we’ll need to give up the table…” the assigned waitress looked at you with pity swirling in her eyes. this was the second time she’d approached you in the half hour you had sat and stared into nothing.
you could feel the embarassment creeping up your neck—but you swallowed it down as you smiled up at the young woman.
“sorry. you probably need the table… i’ll take my leave then.” after briefly bowing to apologize for any inconvenience, you wrapped your cardigan tighter around your shoulders as the cold wind greeted you.
you [7:16]: i’m at our table! the food looks really good, come soon! xx
no response. you wondered why you hoped for anything different, when all he seemed to be doing with you now is tolerating your presence. you terribly missed your boyfriend, but with how tonight was going you weren’t really sure how to feel.
the jingle of your keys sounded terribly loud as it echoed through you and your boyfriend’s empty apartment. you noticed the spot on your shoe rack where mark’s shoes were supposed to be—empty.
“as usual,” you mutter to no one in particular. the word ‘empty’ seemed to start to become a constant in your life.
your feet felt sore as you placed your keys in the small bowl you two had set up by the door.
“you suck at pottery.”
mark’s loud laugh surrounded the two of you as he struggled with the clay in his hands.
“dude! it’s crumbli—folding? what the hell!” he giggles as he tries to perfect the small bowl. your eyes lingered on his dark hair, his bangs falling slightly over his eyes.
“you suck at pottery.” you confirmed with a small nod, smiling at him as he rolls his eyes—a small smile curling at the edge of his lips.
“it’s just a unique bowl!”
your heart felt constricted in your chest. the small homey apartment that you two shared used to be close to what you would call your sanctuary.
now, you feel so so suffocated by the memories that would wash over you as you glanced over the decorations, furniture, artwork and other things that were scattered across your living space.
you walked slowly. the realization of what you need to do sinking in. your gaze catches the small couch that you both paid for.
“what d’you wanna watch?”
mark curls his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest as he flicks through the movies and shows netflix had to offer. you could hear his heartbeat going a mile a minute, but you leave your focus on the tv sat across from the two of you.
“what about friends?”
laughing loudly, mark quickly scrolls back up to the ‘watch again’ portion and clicks on the series you desperately loved.
burying his nose into your hair, “how are you not tired of this show?”
he giggles softly, the sound of the laugh track blending in with the silence of your apartment.
gulping down the memory, you start towards your shared bedroom. the sight of mark’s favorite guitar sitting next to your bed makes you uncomfortable, the tears in your shaky eyes seemed to be endless.
“y/n! c’mere. i wrote a song and uh… i wanted you to hear it, if that’s okay?”
the blush on mark’s face was something burned into your head. it was the most adorable sight and you never wanted to forget.
you nod, your hair bouncing at your shoulders as you sit next to him, watching as he clears his throat and fixes his fingers on the neck of his guitar.
his rough voice surrounds both your figures. the chords and the words—all of them blended so well together. they screamed mark, and you felt like you were falling in love all over again.
your movements felt robotic. you barely processed that your closet was now empty. mark’s clothes hung on their own, taking up only half of the large closet that occupied the left-hand side of your room.
the shine of your framed picture catches your gaze—it sat on your bedside table looking lonely now that you had taken your jewelry and other various knick knacks off the wooden table.
you pick it up shakily, your fingers caressing the smooth frame. the picture of you and mark on your first date, a concert. he had a bottle of water in his hand and his arm was slung around you.
his smile haunted you now, the look of love in both of your eyes felt taunting. your heart hurt even more.
a part of you longed to stay. to give yourself to mark, because at the end of the day, he’d come home. home to you. whispering apologies and empty promises of a next time.
but you were tired. and you’ve tried. you tried to stay. you tried to love him even when you knew he didn’t love you anymore.
the soft click of your apartment door sends a painful ripple from your heart to the rest of your body.
you stand there for a moment, your eyes closed as you whisper your last wish into the dead of the night.
i wish you said you loved me, when you didn’t have your fingers crossed.
—
in your face writer’s block!!!! i’m finally back with a drabble and hopefully this pushes my writer’s block fully away >:((( shares & likes are appreciated! i love you all <333
wowowow user rnjfy posted wowowow this drabble is inspired by lauren spencer-smith’s song!! it’s really good and has me on my knees
fingers crossed — lmh.
in which he said he loved you but he must’ve had his fingers crossed.
—
the soft music rang throughout the fancy and definitely busy restaurant was a big contrast to the harsh pounding of your heart against your chest. the ice in your drink had melted—and the condensation had started to roll off the cool glass and onto the red cloth that lined your table.
“ma’am? if you’re not going to order anything, we’ll need to give up the table…” the assigned waitress looked at you with pity swirling in her eyes. this was the second time she’d approached you in the half hour you had sat and stared into nothing.
you could feel the embarassment creeping up your neck—but you swallowed it down as you smiled up at the young woman.
“sorry. you probably need the table… i’ll take my leave then.” after briefly bowing to apologize for any inconvenience, you wrapped your cardigan tighter around your shoulders as the cold wind greeted you.
you [7:16]: i’m at our table! the food looks really good, come soon! xx
no response. you wondered why you hoped for anything different, when all he seemed to be doing with you now is tolerating your presence. you terribly missed your boyfriend, but with how tonight was going you weren’t really sure how to feel.
the jingle of your keys sounded terribly loud as it echoed through you and your boyfriend’s empty apartment. you noticed the spot on your shoe rack where mark’s shoes were supposed to be—empty.
“as usual,” you mutter to no one in particular. the word ‘empty’ seemed to start to become a constant in your life.
your feet felt sore as you placed your keys in the small bowl you two had set up by the door.
“you suck at pottery.”
mark’s loud laugh surrounded the two of you as he struggled with the clay in his hands.
“dude! it’s crumbli—folding? what the hell!” he giggles as he tries to perfect the small bowl. your eyes lingered on his dark hair, his bangs falling slightly over his eyes.
“you suck at pottery.” you confirmed with a small nod, smiling at him as he rolls his eyes—a small smile curling at the edge of his lips.
“it’s just a unique bowl!”
your heart felt constricted in your chest. the small homey apartment that you two shared used to be close to what you would call your sanctuary.
now, you feel so so suffocated by the memories that would wash over you as you glanced over the decorations, furniture, artwork and other things that were scattered across your living space.
you walked slowly. the realization of what you need to do sinking in. your gaze catches the small couch that you both paid for.
“what d’you wanna watch?”
mark curls his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest as he flicks through the movies and shows netflix had to offer. you could hear his heartbeat going a mile a minute, but you leave your focus on the tv sat across from the two of you.
“what about friends?”
laughing loudly, mark quickly scrolls back up to the ‘watch again’ portion and clicks on the series you desperately loved.
burying his nose into your hair, “how are you not tired of this show?”
he giggles softly, the sound of the laugh track blending in with the silence of your apartment.
gulping down the memory, you start towards your shared bedroom. the sight of mark’s favorite guitar sitting next to your bed makes you uncomfortable, the tears in your shaky eyes seemed to be endless.
“y/n! c’mere. i wrote a song and uh… i wanted you to hear it, if that’s okay?”
the blush on mark’s face was something burned into your head. it was the most adorable sight and you never wanted to forget.
you nod, your hair bouncing at your shoulders as you sit next to him, watching as he clears his throat and fixes his fingers on the neck of his guitar.
his rough voice surrounds both your figures. the chords and the words—all of them blended so well together. they screamed mark, and you felt like you were falling in love all over again.
your movements felt robotic. you barely processed that your closet was now empty. mark’s clothes hung on their own, taking up only half of the large closet that occupied the left-hand side of your room.
the shine of your framed picture catches your gaze—it sat on your bedside table looking lonely now that you had taken your jewelry and other various knick knacks off the wooden table.
you pick it up shakily, your fingers caressing the smooth frame. the picture of you and mark on your first date, a concert. he had a bottle of water in his hand and his arm was slung around you.
his smile haunted you now, the look of love in both of your eyes felt taunting. your heart hurt even more.
a part of you longed to stay. to give yourself to mark, because at the end of the day, he’d come home. home to you. whispering apologies and empty promises of a next time.
but you were tired. and you’ve tried. you tried to stay. you tried to love him even when you knew he didn’t love you anymore.
the soft click of your apartment door sends a painful ripple from your heart to the rest of your body.
you stand there for a moment, your eyes closed as you whisper your last wish into the dead of the night.
i wish you said you loved me, when you didn’t have your fingers crossed.
—
in your face writer’s block!!!! i’m finally back with a drabble and hopefully this pushes my writer’s block fully away >:((( shares & likes are appreciated! i love you all <333
wowowow user rnjfy posted wowowow this drabble is inspired by lauren spencer-smith’s song!! it’s really good and has me on my knees
fingers crossed — lmh.
in which he said he loved you but he must’ve had his fingers crossed.
—
the soft music rang throughout the fancy and definitely busy restaurant was a big contrast to the harsh pounding of your heart against your chest. the ice in your drink had melted—and the condensation had started to roll off the cool glass and onto the red cloth that lined your table.
“ma’am? if you’re not going to order anything, we’ll need to give up the table…” the assigned waitress looked at you with pity swirling in her eyes. this was the second time she’d approached you in the half hour you had sat and stared into nothing.
you could feel the embarassment creeping up your neck—but you swallowed it down as you smiled up at the young woman.
“sorry. you probably need the table… i’ll take my leave then.” after briefly bowing to apologize for any inconvenience, you wrapped your cardigan tighter around your shoulders as the cold wind greeted you.
you [7:16]: i’m at our table! the food looks really good, come soon! xx
no response. you wondered why you hoped for anything different, when all he seemed to be doing with you now is tolerating your presence. you terribly missed your boyfriend, but with how tonight was going you weren’t really sure how to feel.
the jingle of your keys sounded terribly loud as it echoed through you and your boyfriend’s empty apartment. you noticed the spot on your shoe rack where mark’s shoes were supposed to be—empty.
“as usual,” you mutter to no one in particular. the word ‘empty’ seemed to start to become a constant in your life.
your feet felt sore as you placed your keys in the small bowl you two had set up by the door.
“you suck at pottery.”
mark’s loud laugh surrounded the two of you as he struggled with the clay in his hands.
“dude! it’s crumbli—folding? what the hell!” he giggles as he tries to perfect the small bowl. your eyes lingered on his dark hair, his bangs falling slightly over his eyes.
“you suck at pottery.” you confirmed with a small nod, smiling at him as he rolls his eyes—a small smile curling at the edge of his lips.
“it’s just a unique bowl!”
your heart felt constricted in your chest. the small homey apartment that you two shared used to be close to what you would call your sanctuary.
now, you feel so so suffocated by the memories that would wash over you as you glanced over the decorations, furniture, artwork and other things that were scattered across your living space.
you walked slowly. the realization of what you need to do sinking in. your gaze catches the small couch that you both paid for.
“what d’you wanna watch?”
mark curls his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest as he flicks through the movies and shows netflix had to offer. you could hear his heartbeat going a mile a minute, but you leave your focus on the tv sat across from the two of you.
“what about friends?”
laughing loudly, mark quickly scrolls back up to the ‘watch again’ portion and clicks on the series you desperately loved.
burying his nose into your hair, “how are you not tired of this show?”
he giggles softly, the sound of the laugh track blending in with the silence of your apartment.
gulping down the memory, you start towards your shared bedroom. the sight of mark’s favorite guitar sitting next to your bed makes you uncomfortable, the tears in your shaky eyes seemed to be endless.
“y/n! c’mere. i wrote a song and uh… i wanted you to hear it, if that’s okay?”
the blush on mark’s face was something burned into your head. it was the most adorable sight and you never wanted to forget.
you nod, your hair bouncing at your shoulders as you sit next to him, watching as he clears his throat and fixes his fingers on the neck of his guitar.
his rough voice surrounds both your figures. the chords and the words—all of them blended so well together. they screamed mark, and you felt like you were falling in love all over again.
your movements felt robotic. you barely processed that your closet was now empty. mark’s clothes hung on their own, taking up only half of the large closet that occupied the left-hand side of your room.
the shine of your framed picture catches your gaze—it sat on your bedside table looking lonely now that you had taken your jewelry and other various knick knacks off the wooden table.
you pick it up shakily, your fingers caressing the smooth frame. the picture of you and mark on your first date, a concert. he had a bottle of water in his hand and his arm was slung around you.
his smile haunted you now, the look of love in both of your eyes felt taunting. your heart hurt even more.
a part of you longed to stay. to give yourself to mark, because at the end of the day, he’d come home. home to you. whispering apologies and empty promises of a next time.
but you were tired. and you’ve tried. you tried to stay. you tried to love him even when you knew he didn’t love you anymore.
the soft click of your apartment door sends a painful ripple from your heart to the rest of your body.
you stand there for a moment, your eyes closed as you whisper your last wish into the dead of the night.
i wish you said you loved me, when you didn’t have your fingers crossed.
—
in your face writer’s block!!!! i’m finally back with a drabble and hopefully this pushes my writer’s block fully away >:((( shares & likes are appreciated! i love you all <333
request for established relationship!mark pls where reader comforts him while he’s in quarantine and reassuring him about the whole tds2 situation :((((
omg omg this is so !! i feel so bad for the dreamies, and i really hope they were able to find their own comforts through this situation :( thank you for the req op ! i hope you enjoy < 3
warning/s : hurt / comfort, sobbing!mark :(
you are enough — lmh.
in which you being there for him was simply all he needed.
“baby? what’s going on?”
your tired voice filters through mark’s phone. he hears the confusion and exhaustion clearly even though he’s not with you physically. he tried to look for any sign of annoyance in your voice but—
“mark? are you there?” your continuous sincere concern could’ve brought him to his knees.
a sob rips through his lips, “y/n—“
and it was as if a bucket of ice cold water was dumped right on you. your eyes widen as you hurriedly sit up with your phone pressed to your ear.
“baby, hey. why’re you crying?” your tone is light as mark listens to the ruffles of your sheets. he faintly hears you moving about before his screen lights up with a notification.
y/n <3 is requesting to video call with you!
a small smile tugs itself onto his lips as he hesitantly presses the camera icon on his phone. he’s wearing a black jacket with the hoodie up and despite him only showing half his face, you could tell that he’d been crying for a while before calling you.
“there’s my favorite boy. what’s going on, hmm?” your face was illuminated by the yellow light of your lamp. your hair was a mess and your eyes were so so tired, but all mark could do was sob even more at the love and concern you had for him that seemed to overpower anything else.
you watch as his face crumples, his head tilting lower so you wouldn’t see him.
“i-i just feel like i’ve disappointed them, our fans.” hearing his pained voice even just through your phone was excruciating. you wished of nothing more than to hold him in your arms.
“they’ve been waiting so long—we’ve been waiting so long. the guys and i have been practicing so hard and yet i just had to go and mess things up—“
“hey, hey. none of that now.” your gentle voice stops his spiralling thoughts as he stares at you through his phone. he sees the light frown you now have on your face and how you’ve started so pout a little at the conversation you two are having.
“you didn’t mess things up, okay? these things happen for a reason. no one’s disappointed in you—especially your fans. they love and care for you so much and prioritize your health just as much as the guys and i do.”
he watches as you smile gently at him, “have you opened twitter? everyone’s wishing you a speedy recovery. not one person is saying anything about being disappointed in you.”
your words were slowly putting his heart at ease. he was always surprised at the way you seemed to be able to calm his heart down no matter how far you seemed to be from him.
“i love you, my sweet boy. and they do too. we all just want you to get better and we know you’ll be able to come back even better than ever!” your giggles fill his quiet room as you imitate his opening performance of ‘beatbox’.
“i love you so much, my y/n.” he whispers into the phone, more tears pricking at his eyes—but now, they were because of your abundant love for him.
your smile warms his heart, the look in your eyes was something he wished to cherish forever. “i’m sorry i can’t be there with you.”
mark immediately shakes his head, his eyes shining towards you.
“your presence is more than enough for me.”
—
rather short !! but i hope you enjoyed this nonetheless op ! :DDD
teacher’s pet » mkl
genre | smut (mdni!!), college professor!mark x student!reader
word count | 1.7k
summary | you’re infatuated by your english literature professor, and your grade is suffering because of it, so you decide to talk to him about it
warnings | smut, afab!reader and female pronouns, oral (f receiving)
now playing 💿 teacher’s pet by melanie martinez
“professor lee,” your words are delicate as they fall from your lips, and you do nothing to suppress the nervous smile that appears on your face when he looks up at you over the rim of his glasses.
class has just ended, and the other students have just finished filtering out. the air feels thick despite the fact its now only you two in the room. “may i talk to you about something, sir?” you fiddle with the cuffs of your sweater as you stand at the front of his desk.
“of course,” he replies with a friendly smile. he sets down his pen and rises from his chair, moving swiftly around the desk and taking a seat on the edge, right in front of you. suddenly you’re hyper aware of how he’s now at eye level with you. he clasps his hands together, resting his elbows on his knees, and leans forward a bit to hear what you have to say.
“what’s on your mind?”
all of a sudden, you seize up. you’ve never had to talk to him in private before, and you’re frozen under his kind brown eyes that are fixed entirely on you. you attempt to get any coherent string of words out, but your mouth will just not respond. after a second of silence he lets out a gentle chuckle, and your cheeks flare with heat.
“taking a wild guess here, this is about your grade, yeah?”
a little ashamed that he already knows, you give him a timid nod. “yes, sir.”
“i’ve seen your transcripts, i know you’re a very smart girl, y/n. but your grade in this class just doesn’t reflect that.” as he speaks he adjusts his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. you stare at his fingers as they move. “i’ve been meaning to ask you about it for a while.”
“i, i-huhm,” you gulp, praying that he can’t tell how nervous you are in his presence. your chest begins to tighten up, attempting to stutter out any morsel of an excuse. you lower your head in embarrassment, fidgeting with the fabric of your skirt. he must have noticed the way your breathing involuntarily stutters.
“hey, it’s alright, sweetheart,” you hear him say, and you feel his fingers brush against your hand. your heart flutters as you feel him gently pull you forward, closer to him. a gasp catches in your throat as you snap your head up to look at him, your eyes wide and body temperature rising as you’re now standing between his legs.
his hand holds yours gently on his knee, thumb brushing across your knuckles. his free hand rises to brush your hair off your shoulder. you swear your legs could betray you at any second.
“i’m here to help you, okay? but you have to tell me what’s going on.” theres a tone in his voice and a warmth in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. his aura is so… loving.
“i think- uhm,” you swallow hard. “i think i’m just a bit distracted is all.”
he hums in thought. you feel your resolve starting to crumble at a pace that’s impossible to recover from. as your eyes dip down to his lips, you notice the way they tip up in a teasing smile.
“what’s distracting you?” his words are slow, heavy.
hot blood rushes through your veins. you can practically feel your pupils dilate. “i wish i could answer that,” you breathe.
english literature had never been your forte as it is, but now that mr. lee- the genuinely most heart stopping man you’ve ever seen- is teaching that subject, it was as if you couldn’t write an intelligible sentence to save your life. you never would have expected a simple professor your sophomore year of college to have such a destructive effect on your grade, as well as your sanity.
coursework is something you can just never will yourself to focus on when he is in the same room. how he sticks the stem of his glasses between his teeth while he grades papers, the way his forearms flex when he leans against a table, that deep voice of his rambling on and on about god knows what while you’re sat in your seat, practically drooling on the end of your pen and rubbing your thighs together as you can only dream of the things you wanted him to do to you.
how can you tell him that he is your distraction?
“you can tell me, i promise.”
your brain is full of fog. you no longer have enough sense to decipher whether or not you’re being completely delusional in thinking he wants exactly what you do. but theres such a strong force pulling you in, weighing you down that you just can’t bring yourself to fight it anymore.
so with not a single thought in your mind other than just your utter need for him, you can’t stop yourself from swiftly leaning forward and stealing his lips in a kiss.
you pull away as soon as you realize what’s happened, ready to babble out some sort of justification for having done something so inappropriate, but you notice one of his hands now lays on your cheek, and the other that held yours has pulled you in even closer, your fingers now resting on his upper thigh. his eyelids are low, breath heavy, glasses fogged.
in a split second you’ve gripped his button up shirt in your fists and pulled your chests together with full force, your lips moving desperately against his. he slides both his large hands around your waist, venturing down to where your skirt falls. you feel his fingertips brush against your skin, digging into the plush of your thighs just below your underwear. you groan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and practically rutting against him for any sort of friction you can find.
he takes this as a hint, gripping the back of your legs and hoisting you up as he stands. you cling to him, fervently kissing him as if he’d disappear if you separated. his hands knead your flesh under your skirt, kissing with you with equal messy hunger.
the kiss breaks once more when he makes it to the other side of his desk, plopping you down in his wheeled office chair. you squeeze the fabric of his collar in your fingers, chasing his lips when they pull away from yours.
“i’ve got some extra credit for you, sweetheart,” your professor says, your chin held between his fingers as you gawk up at him towering over you. face flushed and lips raw, he grins deviously at you from above. you gaze at him like he’s an angel in disguise. “you think you can earn it?”
“yes, sir.”
“good girl,” he purrs, lowering himself to the floor in front of you. your breath quickens, pussy beating with desire at just the mere image of your professor on his knees before you. the loving aura he had is now gone, replaced with nothing but lust.
his eyes are trained solely on your face as he flips your skirt up, revealing your lacy white panties that are already soaked, leaking onto the faux leather of the seat.
“is this okay?” he asks you. you nod frantically.
he smirks at your eager reaction, hooking his fingers under the hem of your panties to pull them down your shaking legs. you whimper sweetly as his fingers trace ever so lightly against your dripping entrance. but you whine as the tender friction disappears, and he’s suddenly right next to you, hot breath tickling your ear.
“you have to be quiet, pretty girl, do you think you can do that for me?” he warns. you arch your back, nails digging into the arm rests, begging for him to continue.
“yes, sir,” you mewl once more.
he hums in satisfaction, placing a hot kiss on your jaw. sweat collects on your hairline as you watch him loosen the black tie around his neck, whipping it off his shirt so harshly it cracks against the tiled floor. the silky fabric covers your mouth as he presses it to your face, and ties it in a tight knot at the back of your head.
needy whimpers of anticipation bleed into the cloth around your mouth as he lowers himself between your legs. the moment his tongue finally meets your weeping core you choke out a muffled cry. as his tongue delves in he groans against your skin, the deep vibration making your head fall back and your eyes squeeze shut. he keeps his hands on your trembling thighs to keep the wheels from moving, sinking his fingers into your soft skin.
your own hands move from their place on the arm rests into his blond hair, raking and yanking as you mercilessly attempt to ground yourself despite the bold pace he’s already moving at. your breath feels muggy against your skin as its trapped in your mouth as you moan.
each second that passes as your professor devours you makes it harder to keep yourself quiet. his tongue swirls faster and faster with little warning, his nose brushing your clit with every bob of his head. a dull buzzing begins to simmer inside you and you just know you’re making an absolute mess of his face.
rapidly approaching release, one of your hands finds purchase on the edge of the desk, gripping so hard your knuckles burn white. the other stays in his hair, tugging him impossibly closer to your core. he notices you’re close, and shifts his tongue up to focus solely on your clit. tears start to spill through your lashes and down your red cheeks as you cum on your professor’s face, and he works you through your orgasm while lewd, pathetic whines are stifled by your makeshift muzzle.
panting heavily, you shiver as he tugs the tie down to hang loosely around your neck, a string of saliva connecting to your lips. you open your eyes and blush when you’re met with his face, covered and glistening from your juices, the lenses of his glasses still cloudy. his pretty wet mouth grins at you, a hand coming up to wipe away the tear stains.
“such a good student, you’re my sweet little teachers pet, yeah?”