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Gun N’ Roses

genre: angst, slow burn

summary: mark loves heartily and terribly, but his story has already ended

mark lee never knew real pain until he met you. The kind that makes his heart clenches till his whole body hurts, tears pouring pass horizon until there’s no more left. He never knew such a weak, carefree girl can put him in such hell. mark lee promised to never trust his own feelings again after getting his hopes up high thinking he could be with you forever. Your life ended before he notices and mark hated you for leaving him so early.

Here he is, laying on the lap of a random girl as she stroke his brown curls softly, imagining that it is your hand in his hair instead of some prostitute he paid to come. He almost forgot you were gone that moment as he suddenly felt complete. he put his hand on top the the girl and held it gently. But it isn’t yours he realized, too large and slender to be yours . It doesn’t feel right and anguish washed all over his body “get out” he said to the girl “what-” “i said get out!” he repeated more sternly this time, throwing a stack of money towards her as she rushed out. Mark collapsed right after the random girl left, not wanting to look weak in front of people. He lie on the cold hard floor, feeling numb and lifeless while looking at the sunset. The same sunset you and him got married under, with a truck full roses he bought for you. The truck is still there, and he couldn’t help but miss the way you look in your wedding dress. Mark got up from his previous position, took out his gun from under the bed that is now covered with thin layer of dust. He brushed them off, remembering how you’ve always convince him to stop bringing it everywhere and stop doing dangerous things. 

Mark rushed out of his apartment, drove at the top of the speed until he reached his destination - A truck of dead roses still there, next to the sea because of how much you like the salty breeze. he throws the gun at the back truck of roses and lit up a torch, burning away every last piece of gun and roses. Mark stood there silently, till all the ashes flew into the ocean as he walk away from the memories.

[markpalette]

Gun N’ Roses

genre: angst, slow burn

summary: mark loves heartily and terribly, but his story has already ended

mark lee never knew real pain until he met you. The kind that makes his heart clenches till his whole body hurts, tears pouring pass horizon until there’s no more left. He never knew such a weak, carefree girl can put him in such hell. mark lee promised to never trust his own feelings again after getting his hopes up high thinking he could be with you forever. Your life ended before he notices and mark hated you for leaving him so early.

Here he is, laying on the lap of a random girl as she stroke his brown curls softly, imagining that it is your hand in his hair instead of some prostitute he paid to come. He almost forgot you were gone that moment as he suddenly felt complete. he put his hand on top the the girl and held it gently. But it isn’t yours he realized, too large and slender to be yours . It doesn’t feel right and anguish washed all over his body “get out” he said to the girl “what-” “i said get out!” he repeated more sternly this time, throwing a stack of money towards her as she rushed out. Mark collapsed right after the random girl left, not wanting to look weak in front of people. He lie on the cold hard floor, feeling numb and lifeless while looking at the sunset. The same sunset you and him got married under, with a truck full roses he bought for you. The truck is still there, and he couldn’t help but miss the way you look in your wedding dress. Mark got up from his previous position, took out his gun from under the bed that is now covered with thin layer of dust. He brushed them off, remembering how you’ve always convince him to stop bringing it everywhere and stop doing dangerous things. 

Mark rushed out of his apartment, drove at the top of the speed until he reached his destination - A truck of dead roses still there, next to the sea because of how much you like the salty breeze. he throws the gun at the back truck of roses and lit up a torch, burning away every last piece of gun and roses. Mark stood there silently, till all the ashes flew into the ocean as he walk away from the memories.

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[12:02 AM] Mark lies wide awake with you tucked close beside him. His fingers rub gentle circles to your back and you look up at him, wondering what he had been thinking about for the past few minutes. But you don’t need to ask him because a smile finds his lips when he eventually looks back down at you.

“Tomorrow, I want to be with you.” You scoff at his simple yet, cute, confession and rest your head back on his chest before you replied.

“We’re always together.” He gives you a thoughtful hum before squeezing you closer to him, his body radiating warmth in the spaces barely left between you two.

“Not like that… I want…” His words trail away into silence and you glance up at him, giving an encouraging smile. The curiosity in your eyes not going unnoticed by him. “Don’t make me say it.” He groans and you giggle, the way his ears turn red letting you know exactly what he was talking about.

The way he feels the need to let you know and the way he smiled as he thought about it sets butterflies free in your stomach that you can’t quite digest. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand what you’re asking.” You pull at the edge of his hoodie around his neck, teasing and tracing lines on his collarbone, a coy smile tugging at your lips.

You see him visibly swallow and you suppress a laugh when he groans again, his free hand shooting up to cover his eyes in embarrassment. You gently pry them away and you melt at the sight of his pleading eyes, so doe-like and shining with silent begging. 

“Please, I want to fuck you.” And the explicit way he says it makes a whine escape, your heart jumping in delightful pleasure and you don’t miss the way his lips pull into a small smirk at the sound. With newfound confidence, his hand travels underneath your shirt and his index finger hooks around the edge of your underwear. You hold your breath when his face comes closer to yours, planting a sweet kiss right beside your pretty pink lips.

“Okay.” Cheeks flushing when Mark laughs at how choked up the word comes, barely slipping out of your throat. 

[markpalette]

mark lee was everything anyone could ever ask for, you were so airy and delicate in his heart that one snap and you could be gone. he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you one bit.

but you ain’t glass, you won’t break. he wants to lie down with you and watch the sunset. you wanted to joke around, live life the highest, drive around and get drunk till sunrise. you were so young, all soaked up in wilderness. he was the keeper but you’re not meant to be kept. Mark was sweet, but you were at sweet sixteen and not knowing anything.

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show me love | ml

sunday was for lazy kisses, the slide of lips on lips, easy and familiar. the way mark ducked his head and caught you with a hand curved around the back of your neck was familiar, and you felt warmth all the way  to the tips of your toes.

pairing | mark x reader | domestic!au | fluff | 1.5k |

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warnings: explicit sexual content, emotional + physical abuse, violence, mention of blood and injuries. 

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