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fluff!

pairing: gn!reader x crush!mark

highschool au, crush au, classmate au

{8:07am} ☆･:* ׂׂૢ༘ ⋆

you and your crush!mark had first period together, orchestra. you played the cello and mark played the piano to accompany the orchestra. you’ve had a crush on mark for a really long time now, and your heart fluttered every time you were around him. you see mark settling down at the piano, pulling some sheet music out of his backpack that was slightly crinkled at the corners. you walked over and took a seat on the wooden bench mark was sitting on, that was just big enough for the two of you to share. “play something.” mark requested nudging your shoulder with his. you could feel your heart almost bursting out of your chest. you could also play the piano, and so you naturally began to press down the keys in such a way that it created a beautiful melody from the notes you were reading so easily yet carefully from the sheet that laid flat on the top of the glossy piano. you pressed a wrong key, causing the harmonies to clash dissonantly, and with that having been done, you let out a huff while you smiled and turned to the boy to your left, whom to your surprise, was already staring right at you. you swallowed then cleared your throat. “uh do you mind if i borrow this sheet music? it’s really pretty and i wou-”

“you’re really pretty.”

you stared at mark blankly.

“uhhh i mean. yeah sure of course. ill give it to you after class…” mark coughed, jolting his head a little, causing the lightweight hair covering his forehead to bounce. you thought it was really cute. after class, mark handed you the paper. “thank youuu! ill give this back to you tomorrow morning!” you waved to mark as he walked the opposite direction down the hall. you couldn’t help but notice something written on the back in pen that you could see bleeding through the thin white sheet. you flipped over the page, met with a little note that read:

hi y/n, I really like you. do you like me too??? (pls respond)

- mark ♡

with all the butterflies in your stomach, you could have sworn you were floating. did mark really like you back???

˚✧₊⁎ ༊*·˚

finally home, you ran into your room, jumping onto your bed squealing after burying your face into your pillow and kicking your legs in the air. you grab the sheet music from your backpack and pick up a pencil that was conveniently already on your desk. you pressed down on the worn down eraser of the mechanical pencil a few times, dispensing the stick of led out some more before writing:

yes, i like you

in response, right under mark’s note. you didn’t even bother actually practicing the song.

⋆｡˚ ☆ ୭̥° next morning

the bell just barely rang. you walk into the classroom to find mark standing up, gently leaning against the piano, twiddling his thumbs as his mind seemed to be somewhere else. you walk up to him. “here, mark.” extending your arms, holding the paper with both of your hands, looking up comfortably at the not-so-tall but taller-than-you boy. without even a small gesture in response to you, the first thing mark does is flip the page over to the backside in hopes to find your reply, as if he had been anticipating it.

marks eyes widen and his ears turn red.

you and mark exchange nervous smiles.

thanks for reading !

fool

bestfriend!mark x gn!reader

{4:48pm} ❀

mark wasn’t more than just a close friend, and you were okay with that. you were okay with it because the two of you were just close friends that also held hands when they walked, that wrapped their arms around each other, and that fell asleep on each other’s shoulders. just a close friend. however it was moments like these right now, sitting on the couch next to your close friend as he holds you very close to him, looking directly into his eyes, both of you teary eyed from feeling so cared for by one another, that made you wonder what exactly you were.

you were a fool for mark lee. as was he, for you.

fluff ☁︎

no warnings!

pairings: idol!mark x gn!reader

{12:19pm} ❁

in reality, you were just like any other fan.

you hear your boyfriend!mark walk into your apartment after making a quick trip to the store. you ran and clinged on to him before he could even shut the door behind him. “oh hi” mark giggled, dropping the bag in his hands to wrap his arms around you too. “mark” your voice quivered. “yeah?” mark questioned. “i love you so much” you said with it turning into a whisper. “I love you too.” mark stuttered, a bit flustered at the sudden change in mood. he pulled you tighter to his chest, bringing your head in with his hand on the nape of your neck, and rested his chin on your head. “are you okay?” he asked a bit hesitantly. “mhm” you mumbled into his sweatshirt. “i just cant believe it.” “you cant believe what?” mark instinctively tilted his head attentively. taking your head off his chest, you cup his cheeks and look up at the flustered boy. you started to tear up. “i cant believe this. i just cant believe you’re here right in front of me. i cant believe im looking at you. i cant believe you’re listening to what im saying right now. i cant believe im touching you. i cant believe you’re mine, mark. i cant believe you’re real and that-” before you could say more, mark tilted your chin up to place a kiss on your blabbering lips. “did that feel real?” mark smiled and wiped your tear that finally fell. “i love youuuu” mark said smushing your cheeks together with one hand. “thank you.” you attempted to say with mark still squishing your mouth. “for what?” his eyebrows raise, hand still on your face. “thank you for loving me.”

but you really were just like any other fan, only now when you said i love you, you received the same words in response.

hiii thx for reading!!!

cool.

fluff ☁︎

pairings classmate!mark x gn!reader

—{6:03pm} ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

you were at mark’s house to work on a project you were partners for. you only met mark a few months back, but you were pretty close. the two of you happened to have most of your classes together, so naturally you got to know each other quickly. you and mark have always been kinda flirty, and it was safe for both of you to assume that you liked each other. mark has been wanting to make his move for a while, but always misses his timing. so he saw tonight as an opportunity to actually ask you out.

for the past 2 hours or so, you’ve been sitting at the desk up against the wall in his room, going through your slides presentation. your eyes are getting tired so you close them for a minute, subtly swaying side to side, trying to keep your balance and not pass out onto the desk.

“oh yeah did you ever do the research for the second slide?” … “y/n?”

when you didn’t answer, mark glanced over to you, seeing you fighting to keep your head up. mark saw this as a perfect opportunity for him. he gently pulled your head to lay on his shoulder. he smiled proudly to himself. he stopped talking, trying to let you rest. getting a blurry glimpse of mark’s hands typing on the keyboard through your slightly opened eyelids, you were almost asleep. that was until mark’s mom opened the door briefly, before awkwardly apologizing and closing the door. the sudden noise jolted you up off of mark’s shoulder.

mark cleared his throat. “uhm, so im just finishing up this slide.”

“sorry, i was just really tired.” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

you stood up to stretch your legs and wandered around mark’s room a little. you noticed the guitar propped up against the corner of the room. you sit on the floor with the guitar in your hands and begin to strum it cluelessly.

“that sounds awful.” mark laughed, turning around in his spinny office chair to face you.

“here look.” mark sighs, walking over to you. he sat behind you, putting his arms around your back to get a grip on the guitar. with his hand, he guided your fingers into different positions on the frets to form simple chords, moving your other hand under his to strum the strings.

your eyes were fixed to his face that was so concentrated on the strings, looking at them from over your shoulder. he looked so cute with his determined expression.

“see, that’s how you play an e minor chor-” eyebrows raised, blinking a few times, mark was startled to see you staring at him. you didn’t look away though, observing how mark’s ears turn red, and feeling his palms get hotter as they still lied on top of your hands. it seemed mark was about to say something because he took a small breath in, but before any words left his mouth, you kissed him on his cheek. now the peaceful stillness of the room was becoming a bit awkward, so you break eye contact and switch your attention back to the guitar. “wait so how do you play this thing again?” your interest in the guitar only lasted for a moment, before mark leaned in closer to you, connecting his lips with yours to place a short but sweet kiss. both of your hearts beating so quickly, nearly jumping into one another’s chests.

“i think now might be a good time to tell you that i like you.” mark scratched the back of his neck, looking away from you.

“i like you too mark.” you said, looking at the back of his head turning towards you again.

“oh cool. cool.” he sucks in his lips nodding his head slowly.

“soo uhhh….” he continues, “do you.. i mean.. are.. or- can i-”

you helped him out, as he was clearly struggling. “will you be my boyfriend mark?”

“yes.”

you were smiling like an idiot.

“cool.”

hi thanks for reading xoxo …i should really branch out to writing for more of the neos

fluff ☁︎

no warnings!

crush!mark x gn!reader

bestfriend au | crush au

{11:04pm} ୭̥⋆*｡

you were at your bestfriend!mark’s house, like you usually were on friday nights. a movie played on the tv while mark’s head rested on the throw pillow on your lap as you played with his hair. you and mark were super close so it’s not like this was anything new to you.

“it’s getting pretty late, so i should probably head out soon.” you yawned. mark lied on his side toward the tv, but he shifted his position to look up at you, grabbing onto your arm.

“…cant you just stay here tonight?”

you look down at the concerned boy.

“i really shouldn’t… i have to wake up early tomorrow and-”

“pllllleeeeeeeaaaaassseeeee” he tugs your arm.

you reach for your phone to check the time.

“..fine...10 more minutes.”

mark squinted his eyes and scrunched his nose in satisfaction, before turning his head back to the tv. you look down at mark as his focus drifts back to the movie, your hand still playing with his hair. apparently the movie was really funny, because mark broke out into laughter, then looked up to you, seeing you looking down at him. still smiling with his mouth wide open from laughing, he closes it to form a reassuring grin.

“you’re really pretty y/n.” he flutters his eyes.

“what”

“nothin.” he giggled turning his head back to the movie.

you froze at mark’s sudden compliment.

you and mark have been best friends for a long time, and truthfully, you’ve always liked each other. however, neither of you ever really felt the need to confess because most of the time, it honestly already felt like the two of you were dating. and recently things have been happening that keep confirming your feelings for one another.

after a few minutes of admiring the boy, you got his attention.

“mark, look at me.” you said, turning his head to face you with your palm on his cheek. mark looked up at you with a sleepy expression. you tilt your head and squint your eyes to pretend to get a better look at him.

“mmm… you’re really pretty too, mark.”

mark covers his face with his hands in embarrassment, hoping to hide his rosy cheeks. you took his hands off his face and kept them in place over his chest.

“mark..”

“yeah?”

“can i kiss you?”

“yeah.”

you brought your head down to meet your lips with the ones of the boy that layed on the pillow over your lap.

maybe you would stay a little longer.

back with another mark best friends to lovers (._.)…. i should really write for other tropes….send requests xoxo!

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eye for an eye

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bestfriend!mark x fem!reader

—*ೃ༄ {8:46pm}

you sat next to your bestfriend!mark on your couch, telling him about your day.

“and so then after-”

mark suddenly flicked your forehead, cutting you off.

“hey what was that for???”

“i don’t know.”

you stared at mark.

“continue.” he requests.

“no, no. you know how this works. you flick me, i flick you back. now come here, just a bit closer.” you say passive aggressively.

“psh what kind of logic is that?” mark says subtly scooting away from you.

“an eye for an eye. it’s only fair. now come here markie.”

“so does that mean if i push you, you have to push me back?” he nudges your shoulder.

“yes mark, that’s exactly what that means.” you said a little too calmly, smiling with wide eyes.

mark stood up abruptly, running over to the kitchen island, you following behind. he stood on the opposite side of the counter, hands planted on the surface, shifting his weight towards either side of the island, away from whichever side you stepped towards.

both of you were stuck, so the only reasonable thing for you to do was climb over the counter. before mark could get away, you grabbed his shoulders. then you realized what your situation looked like. you were sitting on the counter with your arms resting on the sides of mark’s neck, his hand on your knee, looking directly at each other.

“well i should probably head home before it gets too dark.” mark said.

you nodded, only breaking eye contact to let mark help you down from the counter.

“maybe you’ll get me next time.”

“hm” you said quietly in agreement.

maybe this type of situation should have been awkward, but it didn’t feel that way at all.

now in front of the door, mark pulls you in for a hug and says the usual “see ya later.”

it was never weird for you two to hug, but this time when he hugged you, your heart skipped one beat more than it usually did, as you and mark held on to each other for a little longer than normal.

you watched mark leave your apartment. lost in your thoughts from the way you just felt, you stared blankly at the closed door in front of you. about a minute of silence passed until you heard a knock. still standing in front of the door, you open it almost immediately to be faced with your bestfriend, mark.

“mark. wh-”

mark leaned in to peck your lips without any hesitation, catching you off guard.

“kay now do it back.” mark said expectantly.

“huh” is all you could say.

“an eye for an eye. you said it yourself.”

you blinked repeatedly.

“it’s only fair, right?” mark said through his smile and raised eyebrows, shaking his head, mocking you with your own words.

it took you a moment to comprehend what was happening.

to tease him back, you pinched his ears, pulling his head down more level to your face, directly guiding his lips to meet yours.

although the moment was brief, it was more than long enough for you to confirm exactly how you felt about mark.

“ow ow ow” mark said, giggling out of the kiss. “my ears.”

“there. now we’re even.” you let go of his ears.

mark’s annoyed sigh turned into a smile. he ruffled your hair and pulled you to his chest.

“mark.” you said into his shoulder.

“mhm?”

“are we like…dating now?”

“um i guess” mark patted your back.

“okay...boyfriend.” you giggled.

you felt mark’s arms tighten around you

“i love you…girlfriend”

thx for reading!!!!!!

you look good in red

fluff . no warnings!

pairings mark x gn!reader

read pt 2 ➪ here !

{7:45pm} ﹋ ֪֢ ♡︩ ·

you lied on your bestfriend!mark’s bed as he was humming and looking at his phone simultaneously. neither of you said anything, you just kept each other company while you were in your own worlds.

you admired the boy, tracing an imaginary outline of his soft features. you giggled at his subtle reactions to whatever he came across on that screen.

you couldn’t help but notice how the color of his shirt complimented his skin tone and features so well.

“you look good in red.”

mark looks up from his screen

“me?.. oh thanks”

“yeah…you should wear red more often..” you yawned as you flipped over to lie on your other side, hoping to seem collected through your embarrassment.

now you and mark were facing away from each other.

“what about you?” mark breaks the brief silence.

“what do you mean?”

“i mean do you look good in red?”

“oh uh i don’t know…”

“well then let’s see.”

mark grabs a hoodie, nearly the same color as his shirt, from his closet and tosses it to you.

“here, put this on.”

you slip his hoodie on.

mark takes a step back and pretends to contemplate how you look, although he already knew.

“hmmmmm…. maybe red isn’t your color..” mark teased.

you scoffed, and turned around to lie facing away from him.

“i’m kidding!!!!!” he giggled.

“y/n”

you felt the bed sink in slightly as mark lied down next to you.

“turn around”

you shifted over to lay on your other side to be faced with mark looking at you with fixed, careful eyes.

“y/n.”

“yeah?..”

“you do look good in red.”

read pt 2 ➪ here !

hiiii im back after a little while… hope you like it !!!!!

hiiiii~~ can i request a scenario where nerd!mark and athlete!reader are on a study date and mark finds reader so cute when they don't understand the material? also bonus points if the reader is shy and doesn't want to ask for help cus they're embarrassed

Thank you!! ur writings make me so happy

focus

genre fluff ﹋֪֢ ♡︩ · no warnings!

pairings nerd!mark x athlete!reader

4:18pm — ♡

“yn,” your math teacher addressed you, “im worried that your training is interfering with your studies.”

that wasn’t the first time you’d heard that, and yet, you still couldn’t think of a good excuse to tell. “look, yn, i’ve made it easier for you by arranging some study sessions with a classmate of yours.”

you actually felt kinda relieved to hear that. surely, some extra studying couldn’t hurt.

“in fact,” he continued, “he’s right here.” he gestured to a familiar boy walking into the room.

it was mark. you knew mark, but you never crossed paths much, considering how different your priorities were…you were all about training, and mark was all about studying…

“so i have to spend the rest of my afternoon with this nerd?” you accidentally said aloud.

“now, yn, we still have to be professional during after-school hours.” your teacher demanded.

mark just chuckled and smiled at you. his round glasses and ruffled hair added a gentlemanly charm to him that made you swoon a little.

“i’ll be off now, but feel free to stay in the classroom.” your teacher said, shuffling together some lose papers. “mark, just lock up the door as usual, i trust you as our class president.”

you widened your eyes. “he’s class president?”

“you didn’t know?” mark raised an eyebrow.

“i—uhh”

“i’ll leave you guys to it then.” your teacher nodded before he exited the room.

you approached mark. “if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t even know our vice principal until last week… so um, don’t take it personally.”

with that pathetic attempt at explaining yourself, mark sensed you were nervous. he walked up to you, his arms crossed and head nodding ever so slightly. “alright.” he said with a grin. “i won’t.” he looked at you for a second longer before pulling a chair out from the desk. he insisted that you sit, and he sat beside you.

and so the studying began… you handed mark a crumpled up page from the deepest, darkest depths of your backpack, and he looked confused “do you… want me to throw this away for you?”

“no!” you snatched it back. “that’s my calculus homework!”

“oh shoot!” he couldn’t hold in his cackle. “I’m sorry— yn im sorry.” he said it with the biggest smile on his face, weak from the laughter.

“whatever. just tell me how to solve this. or save us both some time and just tell me the answers.” you slumped in your chair.

he scanned the page briefly. “yeah, so it’s simple, really..” mark inched the graph paper closer to your side of the table.

he pointed at some numbers and rambled, of course, you couldn’t keep up. so you did the next best thing, which was letting your mind drift off to somewhere else..

“actually, he’s kinda cute..” you admitted to yourself while observing his side profile.

focus.

“it must be the glasses. he looks good with glasses.” now you were noticing things you hadn’t payed any attention to before.

focus.

“why is he so close to me…” your heart skipped a beat at the realization.

suddenly, mark’s voice became clear at the mention of your name.

“yn… focus” he cooed, not even looking up from the paper. he must have felt you staring, but oddly, you didn’t look away from him.

mark stopped his writing, but he kept his pen to the paper, holding it still as he turned to face you.

almost immediately, your confident demeanor crumbled, and now, head lowered, you depended on mark’s answer to break the silence.

“solve this one. it’s what i just showed you.” he rolled his pen to you.

“oh. okay.” you hesitantly took hold of the pen, and did your best to pretend like you understood, but mark obviously wasn’t buying it. after writing some gibberish, you gave up.

“um, mark?”

“yeah?”

“im a little embarrassed to ask… but.. can you explain it again?”

he didn’t look surprised. he looked at you endearingly. “as expected..” he chuckled, weighing his head side to side to stretch out his neck. his gaze shifted to the clock on the wall behind you. “you know, we should probably head out now.”

“already?” you looked back to see the time for yourself. he didn’t say anything for a second, he just nodded and flashed a gentle smile. “you get too distracted.” he nudged your shoulder. your cheeks burned a little when he did that. “well you’re too distracting.” you nudged him back.

mark grabbed his shoulder where you touched as if he were injured by your strength. “i’m so distracting yet you couldn’t focus on a single thing i said?” he teased you. you didn’t have a witty comeback, so you just stayed silent and stuffed some things wherever they could fit in your bag.

at that point, it was clear to both of you that the next few study sessions you had lined up, would be far more exciting…

a couple weeks of studying with mark went by, and the flirting made its way into your classes. he was getting bolder in his advances. it started with some subtle compliments but now he’s been giving you these corny winks from a across the room, and he makes it really obvious what he’s doing.

once mark started sitting next to you, hell broke loose. one time, the teacher asked the class to solve something, and you miraculously managed to figure it out before mark did. it still backfired tremendously…

“oh my gosh, i got it!” you whispered to mark. “it’s 29!”

he smiled at you for a second, before raising his hand, while simultaneously blurting out, “29! it’s 29!”

your teacher looked pleased. “that was quick, mark. as always, you never disappoint me with your calculating abilities.”

mark threw is head back laughing as quietly as he could, and you kicked his leg underneath the table.. as hard as you could.

later, you would find yourself sitting with mark, side by side, staring down at your math textbook.

“okay, so tell me, what's the answer to number 4?" mark questioned you.

you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you had no idea what was going on. “i don’t know it.”

mark paused and laughed out of disbelief. “yn, it’s a good thing you wanna be an athlete and not a mathematician.”

what he said was true, but it annoyed you regardless, so you snapped back.

“and it’s a good thing you’re cute, ‘cause that’s the only reason i haven’t killed you yet.”

“psh,” he laughed in an exhale. “are you into me or something?” he kept his eyes fixed on the paper in front of him.

you giggled, “i think that’s the first time i’ve actually known the answer to a question you’ve asked me.” you smirked to yourself, feeling proud of your smooth talking.

when he didn’t respond, you continued.

“yknow.. mark, for being top of the class, i thought you’d have a bit more common sense.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he didn’t even bother looking at you.

“yes, mark, i’m into you.”

he still avoided looking your way, but he couldn’t hold back his smile. you stayed staring at your cute math tutor, and you could tell it was making him shy. “yn. focus.” he tapped his pencil on the table.

you tried to pout. “but the math isn’t cute...”

he tapped his pencil more aggressively.

you didn’t try to fight back. you started jotting some things down desperately trying to figure out the equation, until he tapped his pencil again. “yn. i need you to focus.”

annoyed, you jerked your head to face him. “i am focused. im literally doing the math-” your eyes traced his features.

“no, i mean on this.”

“on what?”

he smiled and tapped his pencil to his cheek.

“i need you to focus on me.”

this ended up being longer than intended... but thank you thank you so much for requesting, im so happy to hear that you like my writingggggggggff!!!!! also sorry this took so long, im kinda backed up on requests LOL.