#f!mark

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Polyamory is woefully unpopular in this community so let me do my part to fix that real quick. One of my favorite ships ever is Lyn, Florina, Ninian, and F!Mark, all living in a cozy little farmstead in Sacae. Florina going out and doing mercenary work for Ilia and returning home to her lovely wives, Mark still traveling around and coming home every now and then to rest, I love the idea of this big family living out their lives happy together in their own little corner of the plains.

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[maureen2musings]

Stevns Lighthouse, Heddinge, Denmark

buchstabenhausen

(gear in tags)

[aciddrattboyy]

Wԋҽɳ Yσυ Mҽʂʂ Wιƚԋ Lσʋҽ

┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "your boyfriend arrives late for your study date and things(sex) happen"

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ: ★ Starring: Mark Grayson x F! Reader ★ Run Time: 3.9k ★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Drama/Rom/Adult Film] smut, both reader and mark lose their virginities, fingering(f!receiving), vanilla sex tbh, there will be eventual angst, set in au where they are in college before... (gulp) chicago incident, two part story ★ soundtrack: karma police, basta ya ★ pls pls pls any invincible fans HIT MY LINE i have no friends in this fandom and i desperately need them ★ 01 . 02 .

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noon. you invited mark over to your dorm at noon. it was three o’clock now, with no text messages or calls from your boyfriend; even after he assured you he’d be there about four hours earlier. mark had been… distant. constantly ditching you, not even showing up to dates or hangouts, or asking for rain checks if he had the decency to do even that. today was supposed to be a typical study date, with exams coming up you thought it would be nice. because even though mark left you hanging seemingly more often than not, the time he was there was, well, amazing. when he did manage to find the time for you he treated you like you were the best thing that ever happened to him, acted as the perfect, doting boyfriend. whether it was picking up your favorite food without asking or buying you a plushie of your favorite animal you didn't even remember telling him about, mark was loving.

but as the minutes ticked by, your phone continued being pathetically dry, and your dorm mark-less, you were starting to think maybe the good no longer outweighed the bad. with a sigh, you push back in your desk chair, slumping in the seat as you tipped your head back. you glanced over at your phone sitting atop a pile of books, almost mocking you with the lack of notifications, and thought about texting mark. again. dragging a hand down your face, you began to spin slowly in your chair, watching the room swirl by out of boredom. 

as you spun lazily, you could see your door slowly opening. and then there was mark, peeking his face through the crack, sporting that same guilty expression you were starting to think you saw more than him smiling. you plant your feet on the ground, coming to a halt as you looked at him with narrowed eyes and a frown. 

“if your excuse is you had to help your dad with work, lost track of time, or ‘had something to take care of’, save your breath,” you turn back to your desk, staring at the open textbook with your jaw clenched and brows pinched together. mark grimaced at your words, his hand twitching hesitantly on the doorknob, not sure if he should even come inside.

“alright no excuses,” he murmured softly, scratching at his nape as he stared at your back. sheepishly, he held up a plastic bag, the contents inside rustling softly. “but… how about an apology? starting with some food from that place you said you wanted to try?” mark’s voice had a hopeful lilt to it, although he knew he couldn’t keep fixing everything with food. he was entirely sure he’s been fixing anything at all, like a bandaid on a broken bone. but he also couldn’t exactly say: “sorry for being late to our study date. i promise i wanted to be here but my alien space dad made me go train with him since i just got super cool powers.”  it wouldn't be a secret identity if he started telling people. and unfortunately, people included you, no matter how much he didn’t want it to be this way. 

your glare aimed at your text book softened at his words, once again he had gone out of his way for you. acting as if he cared for you even as he was constantly blowing you off. a few quiet moments of you contemplating what to do pass by before you speak, turning in your chair slightly to look at him. 

“i guess that’s not a completely bad start.” marks face immediately lit up like an excited puppy as you spoke. it wasn’t a hard get the fuck out of my room and that was as good of a start as any when trying to make up for his major fuck ups. without missing a beat, he steps inside, closing the door behind him before toeing off his shoes, dropping his backpack near the foot of your bed and making his way over to you.  

“i uh got you a little bit of everything- well not everything everything but y’know a reasonable amount of-”

“thank you mark,” you cut him off quietly, not entirely sure how mad at him you still were. you take the bag from him, not able to meet his eyes as you set the bag down on your now limited desk space. mark stood somewhere to the side behind you, shoving his hands in his pockets as he rocked back on his heels.

“yeah, yeah no problem,” his voice cracked slightly and he winced at his own tone, feeling helpless and not at all sure how to really fix this without coming clean about his secret identity; something he could not do. the silence seems to drag on as you looked through the different containers. his eyes trailed over your desk and a fresh wave of guilt washed over him when he the notes scribbled into a notebook. “you.. um you got a lot of work done,” mark said awkwardly, grasping at straws to try to fix what he was rapidly breaking between you two. 

“yeah well it would’ve been easier if you had been here to help.” both of you freeze at your words that came out just a bit more harsh than you intended. mark frowned, not sure what to say. he reached out a hand, hovering it over your shoulder as he slowly opened his mouth. but you sighed before he can get anything out, running a hand through your hair before you turn in your chair to face with a faint frown of your own. “look, i’m sorry for talking to you like that. let’s just eat yeah? i’ve done enough studying for the both of us” you offer mark a small smile, one that he returns hesitantly. he takes a step back when you get up from your chair, grabbing the bed and heading over to your bed. 

“yeah that… sounds good.” mark nods, following you over to the bed. he sits next to you, mirroring your cross legged posture with his back leaning against the wall. he slowly scoots closer as you pull out the various containers until your knees are touching. you didn’t acknowledge it, but you didn't pull away and that was as good of a win as any. his eyes light up with an idea before leaning over the edge of the bed to grab his laptop. “thought we could watch something while we ate.” he offers softly, already turning on youtube and putting on the type of videos he remembered you telling him you watched sometime in the past. you nod at him softly, your smile growing both in size and genuineness just a bit.

“good thinking,” you respond softly, the anger already subsiding just from being with him. mark had a way of making you feel good, even if it wasn't for long, even if he upset you more often than you’d really like. you knew deep down he was still a good guy, and you desperately wanted to see him be better. wanted to see him start living up to his apologies.

the two of you eat in a somewhat comfortable silence, interrupted by laughs or brief commentary on what you were watching. and everything starts to feel normal again. for you, but also for mark. for just right now he wasn’t Invincible. he was mark grayson, a freshman in college with the more amazing girlfriend by his side. it felt nice to feel normal again, even if he had been waiting his whole life to get powers, to be just like his dad. you find yourself curled up against mark’s side, watching random videos with your head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped loosely around your waist. the sun was starting to set, the fading sunlight casting shadows and warm orange light through the blinds. 

when you tilt your head to look up at mark, he meets your gaze. his lips slowly pull into a goofy smile that makes you huff with amusement.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” you murmur playfully while tracing idle shapes over the fabric covering his chest. he pulls you closer, the movement almost imperceptible as his expression turns warm.

“you’re just so pretty,” mark answered just as softly, getting lost in your eyes with a stupid smile. only a second passes before he realizes what he’s said; his eyes widen, face flushing red as he sputters out apologies while trying to pull away. “oh shit that was so stupid- fuck im sorr-” before mark could run away and hide, you grab his face and pull him into a kiss. he lets out a muffled noise of surprise, eyes wide before his brain catches up to what was happening. then he’s humming softly instead, hands finding your waist as he kissed you back gently. “wha… what was that for?” he whispered breathlessly when you pulled away, your faces only inches apart. 

“am i not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” you ask teasingly, smile only growing as your swipe your thumbs over his cheeks.

“no- i mean yes- uh yeah you can kiss me,” he lets out an almost self deprecating laugh, hands squeezing your waist gently. “i’m fucking this up aren’t i?” you pull him into another kiss, languidly moving your lips against his.

“i think you’re doing just fine,” your fingers tangle in mark’s hair, deepening the kiss, starting it off slow, gentle, but one thing led to another and soon enough you’re pulling him closer as you fall back against the sheets. mark follows you willingly, hovering over you with his hands on either side of your head. one of mark’s legs slot in between yours, involuntarily pressing his knee against the apex of your thighs. you gasp softly against his lips, grip tightening in his hair. when you roll your hips, a shudder runs through both you and mark when he realized what you were doing. the revelation only served to send blood straight to his already semi-hard dick.  

the kissing grows frenzied, the air between you heavy with harsh panting and even messier kissing. your laptop had been precariously moved out of the way and onto the corner of your desk. both of your shirts? thrown god knows where. was this all happening just a bit too fast? maybe… probably… definitely. but slowing down seemed to be the last thing on your mind along with mark’s. who was now practically buzzing with nervous excitement and lust. he’d kissed you before, many times actually. but never like this. never half clothed and making out with you as if you were trying to eat each other’s faces off while you ground your hips against his knee.

shifting slightly, mark props himself up on his elbow, body pressing more firmly on top of yours. he smooths his free hand up your waist, hesitantly thumbing over the hem of your bra as he waited for some sort of signal to stop. but none came, in fact, he could feel your back slightly arch into his touch. he let out a low groan, muffled by your lips, the obvious tent in his sweats pressed snuggly against your thigh. for a brief moment he thought maybe he should be embarrassed. but how could he when you seemed to just as affected. and somehow a lot more confident… with a gasp, and much reluctance, mark pulls his mouth off of yours, panting heavily against your lips.

“have you uh… y’know… before?” his voice was barely a whisper, face feeling hot and eyes slightly widened as he looked down at you.

“no…” you start, your voice equally as quiet as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “is it that obvious?” your brows twitched, just barely pinching together with a hint of worry and newfound self consciousness. 

“no- no no!” mark quickly squeaks out, shaking his head with wide eyes. “i just- you seem so- so…” he trails off, not entirely sure what to say anymore.

“we don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to. do you want to stop?” your voice was soft, a small smile on your face in hopes of making sure mark knew his comfort was important above all. but it only served to make mark feel more… feel more of whatever was making his stomach flip and his cock twitch against your thigh in a way that was getting harder to ignore. he swallowed the lump in his throat when thought about what ‘keep going’ would actually entail. 

“um… no. not really,” he murmured softly, a sheepish smile on his face. he feels his face heat up all over again at the admission. but before he can doubt himself, you’re smiling at him. and then you were kissing him, and it was like you had never even stopped at all. 

the kissing quickly grows heated, hands fumbling to rip each others pants off through breathless giggles and sloppy kisses until mark was seated between your open legs; both of you in nothing but your underwear and your bra long gone. mark smoothed his hands over your inner thighs, chest still somewhat heaving from the rather heavy makeout session just moments ago. he swallowed thickly, thumbs tracing over the lacy edges of your panties. his head snaps up when he hears a small noise leave your lips. the kind of noise that has his body going hot all over again.

“can i…?” mark wasn’t sure what he was exactly asking permission for. but the way you were looking up at him made him pray to any existing god that he was granted the sexual prowess of a veteran pornstar just for tonight. upon seeing you nod your head, he sucks in a deep breath, feeling both a wave of arousal and anxiousness. with shaky hands, he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slowly pulls them off of you. looking at your naked body, mark was afraid he’d bust right then and there. but then your voice, soft and playful, cut through his thoughts currently being led by his dick. 

“c’mere,” you reach out, tugging on his hand and pulling him closer until he was hovering over you again. the backs of your thighs resting atop of his, the bulge in his boxers not too far from your pussy. you could tell he was a little nervous. and although you never got verbal confirmation, it was clear to see that mark was a virgin; somehow more a virgin than even you were. you card a hand in the hair at his nape, pulling him into a kiss that seemed to make mark relax just a bit. kissing was good. kissing was familiar territory. and after a small while, you placed your free hand on top of his hand not supporting his weight and slowly inch his palm downwards. 

marks breath hitched in his throat, body temporarily going still. that is until he felt how fucking wet you were as you guided his middle and ring finger through your soaked folds. a guttural groan vibrates through his chest, only barely muffled by your tongue in his mouth. 

you were panting against his lips now, soft mewls escaping you led his fingers to circle your clit. teaching him what you liked, how you wanted to be touched. and to mark’s credit, he was a very fast learner. soon enough he was moving on his own, your hand holding onto his wrist instead as he pumped two fingers inside of you. he ground his palm against your clit, making your hips buck into his hand as the pleasure just kept building. 

“o-oh fuck-” you cry out when he hits that sensitive spot inside you, arms wrapping around his neck as you nuzzle your face against the sensitive skin just below his jaw. if it were not for the string of muffled moans leaving your lips, even mark was able to tell you were getting close almost embarrassingly fast by the way your thighs trembled against his and how your hips snapped up to meet each thrust of his fingers. “fuck- fuck ‘m gonna- hah-” 

mark felt like he was almost there with you; he could feel the damp patch on his boxers growing as his dick continued to throb in it’s confines, leaking a lot of precum. his hips twitched involuntarily, searching for some sort of relief. but he would continue to push his own wants aside, breathing heavily through his nose as he peppered your collarbone with wet kisses and focused solely on making you cum. and that he did. biting back a moan of his own at the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers, your whole body going taut under him as you held onto him tighter. 

after a few moments filled with only heavy breathing, your body goes limp against the sheets as he pulls his fingers out with a soft squelch. there was a very satisfied smile on your face as you looked up at mark, who somehow looked more fucked out than you. 

“you were… surprisingly good at that.”

“ha, thanks… hey, wait what do you mean surprisingly?” you giggle softly at the small pout on his lips, lifting your head just enough to press a kiss against his lips.

“don’t think about it too much,” you mumble as you pull back, trailing your hands down his sides until your palms met the waistband of his boxers. “uh there’s condoms in the drawer if you…” you trail off, eyes widening when you realized what you had just implicated. “i- i didn’t buy them they were uh- a gift from my roommate a while ago…” you look up at mark with narrowed eyes after seeing the way his lips were pursed, twitching with the force he had to use to keep himself from smiling. for now, mark would bite his tongue, not wanting to face your wrath when his dick was so hard it was starting to hurt. 

“condoms. got it.” the words were strained under the weight of his stifled laughter, but before you could comment on it, he was already leaning over you. rummaging through your night stand, he was able to pull one out, settling between your legs with the gold foil in his hands. “but are you sure you want to do this?” there was a hint of vulnerability in his tone, sounding almost worried that you’d regret being with him, or you were for some reason only doing this out of pity. but then you were giving him that warm smile and nodding your head, and suddenly all doubt jumped out the window. 

through more muted laughter and clumsy, inexperienced hands, the two of you manage to get the condom on without mark blowing his load then and there. placing his hands on your hips, he leans down to kiss your lips, rubbing soft circles on your skin with his thumbs. you hum into his lips, gently holding onto his biceps as you kiss him back just as passionately. but when mark reaches a hand between your bodies to line his tip with your hole, the energy shifts. less playful and more so intense, romantic. like the both of you realize what you were doing, and what it means for the relationship going forward. 

“are you sure?” mark whispers against your lips, eyes fluttering open to gauge your reaction.

“yeah, yeah i am,” you breathe out, eyes shining with something that made mark’s stomach flip in an almost scarily good way. he nods, adams apple bobbing before he presses his lips against yours again. he snakes his free hand up the bed, intertwining his fingers with yours above your head as his hips slowly push forward. it takes a little while of patience and whispering sweet nothings to each other before the two of you are comfortable enough for mark to start moving, the whole situation intense for both of you in a way that was both exciting and a little nerve wracking. 

“h-holy fuck-” mark’s voice comes out as a shaky pant, head hanging as he looked down at where your bodies met. his hand in your squeezes gently, the other holding onto your hip as he slowly rolls his hips; pulling out until only the tip was inside before slowly pushing back. “feel s’good,” he groans softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he continued to slowly fuck into your wet heat. his hand leaves your hips, entwining his with yours and pinning you to the mattress. you bite your lip, muffling the whimpers and moans spilling from your mouth. squeezing his hands tightly, you tilt your head when you feel mark starting to suck and nip at the skin of your neck

“y-you can- nngh- go faster,” your breathy words do not fall on deaf ears. mark’s whole body stills for just a second before slightly readjusts on top of you. the moment he quickens his pace, both of you are turning into moaning messes. kissing sloppily and exchanging spit as the cheap bedframe rocks slowly with mark’s movement. he lets go of one of your hands, reaching down to rub messy circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb.

it didn’t take long for mark to get close, hips already stuttering as he teetered on the edge as your cunt fluttered and clenched around him. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling any and all embarrassing noises that leaves his lips. your hips buck up to meet his with each thrust, thighs shaking with your own impending orgasm. your nails rake down his back in a way that has mark groaning against your skin.

intense orgasms hit you both at the same time; mark’s thighs trembling right along yours as his hips jerkily buck his dick inside you until he spilled every last drop into the condom. collapsing on top of you, the room is silent save for heavy breaths and the smell of sex. after a few moments, mark presses a soft kiss to your jaw before slowly pulling out and flopping onto his back next to you with a content sigh after tossing the condom into the trash bin under your desk. 

“that was…”  mark turns on his side, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling your back flush against his warm chest. nuzzling his face against your hair. “was… amazing,”  he murmured softly, voice full of bliss as he held you tight. you giggle softly, letting your body melt into his warm embrace. at some point, you both clean up; with shrugging on a shirt and underwear and mark slipping back into his sweatpants. cuddling up under your sheets, it was easy to fall asleep in his arms, perfectly content and feeling loved.

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3 ʟᴏʙʙʏ ﹕ꜰɪʟᴍᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

[pineappical]

yeah

[voguefashion]

Jackie, Caroline & John F. Kennedy photographed by Mark Shaw in Hyannis Point, 1959.

[limitedseries]

Sorry if I'm distracting you from... From what? From looking for your wife.

[coleoffduty]

finally rendered those baela and rhaena sketches;

baela, lady of driftmark 🌊 & her younger twin sister— rhaena of pentos 🪷

(post on x)

[cherryyluvs]

Hey, I really loved your mark bar fanfic I was wondering if you could write one where it takes place in the university but instead of a bar it’s a party and Mark can’t help it but get jealous and possessive of you. And if you don’t mind, can you probably make it smutty? I’m so down bad for that man. 😊🫣

Ask and you shall receive 😏🔥 Jealous Mark at a party? Oh, it’s about to get real messyyy ,

Never written smut before so this is my first time. Understandable if you dont like this. ill rewrite it😘😛

CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content

Lewd Lovers’

The pounding music vibrating the walls and floor. People were everywhere, packed into every corner of the house. Laughing, talking, the scent of alcohol mixed with sweat.

 And the faint smell of cigarette smoke in the air.

 You’d excused yourself from william and amber.

“I shouldn't even be here” You think to yourself while stepping away for a second. Going down the dark hallway towards the quieter side of the house. 

Just to breathe.

Just to think

And before you even realized Mark was already there.

“When did he get here?”

He grabbed your wrist as you passed by, you barely had time to turn around before he pulled you into the shadows. Down the hallway and into a dark corner beneath the staircase

“Mark–” 

He was already pinning you against the wall, one hand to the side of your waist. His gaze was sharp and focused on you and only you.

 You noticed him checking you out, 

The way that deep V-neck provided a perfect view of your breasts, and that stupid mini skirt showing off your legs. 

“What are you doing? You whispered in shock.

“Can’t stand seeing those pricks eye-fucking you out there” Mark snarled, his eyes staring into yours.

“Every dumbfuck in that room thinks they’ve got shot with you.”

You let out a shaky breath, heart beating fast. As Mark’s fingers dug into your hips.

“Mark you know–” you paused, feeling the hard bulge of his cock against his jeans, the heat of it seeping into your thighs. 

Mark couldn't help it.. But the need to touch you, to fill you, to claim you as his.

“I cant fucking standing it anymore.” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, slowly placing sloppy kisses on your neck.

His teeth then start nipping at your lower lip, his other hand gripping your jaw. Tilting your head back to deepen the kiss as his knee pressed more in between your legs. 

You pull back from the kiss breathing heavily.

“Mark.. someone could see us”

But Mark didn't seem to care and focused on claiming your mouth and body.

Mark slid his hand under your skirt, his fingers touching your inner thigh. Slowly going up until he felt the damp fabric of your panties. Pushing them aside and going into your slick folds.

“You’re so wet for me already” he coos into your ear. His fingers rubbing along your slit before circling your sensitive clit. He pushed in two fingers knuckle deep into your pretty pussy. 

Pumping them in and out at a slow and steady rhythm.

Teasing till you were trembling with the need of more. He could feel your slick walls fluttering around his fingers. 

“Mark–!”

“That's it, baby. Let me hear how much you want it” His thumb pressing circles against your throbbing clit.

 Mark captured your pink glossy lips, swallowing your moans and whimpers.

The risk of being caught only heightened his arousal, showing everyone who you belonged to.

Mark’s finger plunged deeper, stretching and hitting that magical spot inside of you, your walls clenching around his finger. Drawing him in further

“Fuck you’re dripping so much” he groaned against your lips. 

“Such a little needy thing aren't you ?”

“Bet you've been thinking about my cock all day, imagining how good it would feel splitting you open.” 

He pumped his fingers harder, faster , you threw your head back and saw stars from how good it felt. The wet sloppy sound of your pussy and lewd moans filled the air, his palm grinded against your clit with each thrust.

With a low groan , Mark removes his fingers from your wet swollen cunt. Ignoring your whine of protest he quickly undid his jeans.

“I'm gonna make you mine, right here where anyone could catch us.” 

The sight of you - cheeks flushed , lips swollen from his kisses..  Makes him go feral. 

Putting your legs around his hip. His cock sprang out of his boxer, bright pink tip with pre-cum leaking. 

“Beg for it, baby. I wanna hear those pretty lips tell me how desperate you are for my cock”

“Mark, I–... I'm yours.” your breath hitches as you slowly feel him push his tip inside.

He began to push forward slowly, letting you adjust to his size as he sank deeper inch by inch.

“Ah! Fuck, Mark.” Whimpering as you clutched onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist tighter. 

“Nngh~", so tight... Like this sweet little pussy was made just for my cock.”  The feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him was indescribable. Growing tighter by the second as your climax approached.

The sound of your moans roused Mark, urging him to increase his pace. his hips slamming against yours, cock hitting deeper and deeper into you, The obscene slap of skin on skin, the way your pussy shaped his cock. Mingling with your moans and cries of ecstasy. 

Mark could feel your walls start to quiver and spasm around his cock, And you could feel his cock pulsing and twitching as both you and his orgasm finally overtook, your cries muffled from under his hand.

Slowly, Mark pulled out of you, watching with a smug grin as a trickle of his cum followed, dribbling down your inner thigh. <333

[gyrmirr]

can i tell you that i'm empty?

[mystybird]

Coca Cola 🇺🇸

[saywhat-politics]

In his resignation letter, Marks wrote that health secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. wanted "subservient confirmation of his misinformation and lies."

March 28, 2025, 7:40 PM MST

By Berkeley Lovelace Jr.

Dr. Peter Marks, the Food and Drug Administration’s top vaccine regulator, has resigned, an official at the Department of Health and Human Services said Friday.

“If Peter Marks does not want to get behind restoring science to its golden standard and promoting radical transparency, then he has no place at FDA under the strong leadership of Secretary Kennedy,” a spokesperson at HHS said.

[maureen2musings]

Frosty trees under the stars and aurora

matalalta

[geralallfandoms]

I’m so so delighted to see new Mark Sloan fics in the tag omg! Could i request Mark x a reader who feels he never makes time for her / fell out of love with her so she breaks it off even though she’s pregnant and he didn’t know yet? He’d see her working around the hospital and realize how much he misses her and on top of that that she’s pregnant w his kid. Realizes what a big mistake he made cause of it. Angst w a fluffy / happy ending if possible? tysm!! ✨

Omg love this idea!! I'm happy to do it, I hope you like it!!

Copying or translation is prohibited without my permission

Gift not mine!!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

Not so secret secret

You tried to ignore it. You really did. But you couldn't do that when you woke up in the morning to find Mark already gone. Not when you were making dinner and waiting for him, only to be told that he had already eaten at the hospital.

Not when you were pregnant for months and he hadn't noticed.

You worked hand in hand with him in the hospital, at the neurosurgery area alongside Derek, you knew it was an exhausting job, that took up a lot of time, but lately you felt like Mark was never really there. You'd see him in the mornings at the hospital, as he'd leave home early without even letting you know, and then at night in bed when he'd come back late from the bar.

You tried not to think about it like that, you tried to convince yourself that it was just your ideas, but you felt like nothing was the same anymore. That maybe, after three years, Mark had already gotten bored and now he was looking for a new, younger adventure.

And the moment you found out you were pregnant, you knew it was all over.

You had never talked to Mark about having kids, but he always took care of buying the condoms and the morning-after pills. An indirect way of saying "I don't want children."

And that was the last straw.

You decided to get up early, almost midnight, to prepare breakfast and waited for Mark to wake up so you could talk.

So you could end it all, before he found out, before he was the one to end it all and hurt you even more.

So when Mark woke up and found you sitting in the kitchen, breakfast ready and a backpack too big for work, he knew something wasn't right.

"You woke up early..." Mark said as he approached you, placing a hand on your back as he kissed your temple.

"I wanted to talk..." You said as you poured coffee into his cup.

He simply nodded, a slight smile on his face. You wanted to believe that it was just a smile of gratitude and not a "finally" one.

"I think it's better if we stop all of his..." You said without looking at him, trying not to cry. It was for the best. The best for you, so you wouldn't have to suffer when you found out that all of this was because he was seeing one of the new interns.

"What?" Mark said seriously, leaving the cup on the table. "What are you talking about?."

"We had some wonderful years...I had some wonderful years with you, but it's over. It's the best for both of us..." You said as you stood up and grabbed your backpack with your stuff. "I love you Mark, but it's not the same anymore and that's okay. I understand. And I hope you understand me, I'd rather do this than get hurt..." You slowly approached him and gave him one last kiss on his cheek.

"No, of course not, I can't understand you...what's all this about? Is that your excuse? Why would you get hurt? What the hell do you mean?!" He said as he stood up and stood in front of the door, not letting you out.

You knew this would happen, but you really prayed that he would just accept it and confess that he wanted this to end too.

"Mark, I don't need to explain. You don't need to pretend, okay? I need to go to work, and so do you." You said, trying to get him to move.

"Pretend?! Pretend what?! What are you talking about woman?! Did I miss something? Did I do something that upset you? You can't just walk away and leave me with that cheap excuse." He started yelling and you could only look at him seriously. Did he intend to continue pretending when you had realized?

You just looked at him and Mark, enraged, moved away from the door, letting you out.

The moment you got into your car you felt like everything was falling apart. You had never imagined this, much less with a baby on the way. You had never imagined a life that wasn't with Mark.

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That day at work was one of the worst. Everyone instantly noticed that something was not right between the two of you, because you two always ate together, how you walked hand in hand through the hallways.

"Tell me what he did so I know how hard to hit him." Derek had told you while both of you were studying a case together.

"What?"

"Mark. I know he did something. You're sad, you weren't together at lunch, he's been coming to work early for weeks, and he hasn't been spreading the word around the hospital about the fact that he's going to be a father." Derek had told you and that was what made the tears and sadness come out completely.

Derek had noticed and Mark hadn't. The person you loved, who had sworn to love you, the father of your child hadn't noticed.

Since that day you had been taking refuge in their house.

And now it was a month since you two stopped talking.

You tried to pretend that everything was okay, but it wasn't. Not when the next day, you had your first doctor's appointment.

That day you had arrived early at the hospital with the idea of going between two operations that you had with Derek.

And Mark had arrived early too. Not by coincidence. Oh, of course not.

Mark had been after you all this time, trying to find the reason for the sudden separation.

Mark had been watching you work through all the surgeries, following you around the hospital like an abandoned puppy...or a stalker. But he didn't care.

He missed you too much. He couldn't go on without you, he couldn't understand why you had decided to end it all, not when everything was going so well.

What mattered to him now was knowing what you were doing entering the ultrasound office.

So when you walked out of there, you collided with Mark who was standing in front of the door like your bodyguard.

"We need to talk. I want to talk." He said as he took you by the arm and led you to one of the break rooms.

"Mark, no. I have to work and so do you. There's nothing to talk about, everything is very clear to me." You said, trying to leave again. You didn't want to do this, you didn't want to tell him what was going on, what you really felt. You didn't want to hear confirmation that he didn't love you anymore.

"Well, but for me it's not. It's not clear at all. I don't understand what's happening to you, I don't understand why Derek looks at me as if he's going to kill me at any minute. "I don't understand why you suddenly decide to end all this when everything was going so fucking well." Mark said while looking you straight in the eyes.

"No... I'm not going to let you act like a victim. There's nothing to explain and you know that perfectly well. I got your message okay? You don't have to pity me."You were trying not to scream but his "confused" attitude only made you angrier. "You can't blame me for not wanting to get hurt by all this."

"I remind you that *you* left me! You're the one who says everything is clear but all I see is a glass full of shit!" Mark said angrily.

"I left you because I won't run after anyone asking for affection and love like an abandoned dog!" You told him as you got closer to him.

At your words Mark froze.

"Is it clearer now? I'd rather we finish now than turn into the poor doctor who was cheated on by her partner with the young, cute and tender intern." Mark just stared at you, no longer angry, only confusion and regret on his face.

"Is that what you think? That I'm sleeping with an intern? Is that what you think of me?"

"Yes. That's what I feel, what I've been feeling for weeks. I feel like our relationship is over, but maybe you feel sorry for me and don't dare leave me, so I decided to take the step myself." You said and at this point you couldn't hold back your tears.

Mark ran a hand over his face and slowly lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of you, his hands on your hips, waiting for you to look at him.

"Honey I...fuck...I'm sorry, I don't-" he tried to say, but when he heard you start crying even harder he knew he needed to calm you down, and the best way to do that was to explain everything to you.

"Why don't you love me anymore?..." You said between tears.

"My beauty...I never stopped loving you...I never slept with an intern while I was with you and I never will because I love you and you are the best thing that happened to me in this life... I-...I know I've been a little absent and distant..."

"A little? Mark, we didn't even have breakfast together anymore, we wouldn't see each other at lunch, you didn't call me to come to the hospital together..." You said taking his wrists trying to make him let go of you, but he took your hands and started kissing them.

"I know...I know, fuck, I'm so sorry my love...I really know I didn't act right, and I have no valid excuse for my behavior...It's just that everything feels too unreal. You feel unreal. I'd never been in a serious relationship and I just needed some time to prepare myself. I needed time to think that the Mark of before had come to an end, that now everything would change because I want to change for you. Because you're not like the others...and I'm not trying to justify myself, I know I've been an idiot and I'm so sorry...please darling...don't leave me...don't take him away from me." Mark said as he rested his head on your stomach.

"I'm pregnant..." You said quickly.

"I know. I've been trying to come to terms with it for weeks, thinking about the idea of having someone calling me dad." Mark said as he caressed your belly.

"So do you still love me? Or do you just want me to forgive you because you want to have a baby?" You said, trying to hold back your tears, scared of his answer.

"I never stopped loving you my sweet girl, I will never stop loving you. I will love you until the day I take my last breath. I will take care of you and our baby as if that were my only purpose in life.

And it is.

___________________________________________I hope you really like it😭I'm not very happy with how it turned out, I hope you get the idea. 😔🫂

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[glassgob]

milli blue

[Image ID: Digital bust illustration of Ver'million Blue from Friends at the Table: Partizan. She has wild, teal hair that covers half of her face. Her face and body are decorated in teal markings resembling the cuckoo wrasse. She's wearing goggles around her neck and a leather jacket. End ID.]

[markgraysonswifething]

I think we as a society moved on WAYYY too quickly from how fucking hot he looks with the thraxan fit on? Like? Strong ass arms out? THIGHS OUT? GODDD.

[batmanpopsicle]

Happy pride month batjokes nation. My phone almost did not survive this one