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after feeling you shift for the umpteenth time on his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck to get closer and tucking your head in his neck, mark finally asks you "what are you doing?" he giggles and flinches from the way you huff from your spot, "i'm not close enough" you grumbled. mark side eyes you before chuckling, "you literally wrapped yourself around me under my blanket, intertwined your legs with mine, and are miles deep into my neck- how are you not close enough?" he laughed. you lift your head from his neck, pouting "do you not like it?" "no, i don't mind it. i like you close too." mark shakes his head, turning so he can stare at your face with a goofy smile. "i'm okay like this" "well i'm not" you quickly say, frowning now as you feel yourself getting frustrated. mark looks at you in playful shock, "what are you trying to do to me? merge bodies? tarde souls?" to his surprise, you shake your head and push his head out the way with your own to go back to your spot, wrapping you arms around his torso and hugging him tightly. "that's exactly what i want to do but i can't!" "well yea, that's kinda impossible" mark giggles as you squeeze him but stopping when he feels you sniffling on his hoodie. "hey-", he taps your hips, "are you really upset?" you lift your head again to reveal some tears and shake your head yes. mark sighs, "you're ridiculous" and moves his hands from resting on your waist to your sides as pulls you into him. you put your head on his shoulder and whispers into your ear, "i don't have the ability to trade souls or merge bodies but i can keep you warm so we can take a nap? is that good, baby?" "...yea, that's okay." mark hums before contining to hum in your ear to lull you to sleep. <3

#SO CUTE DIDKSKCOSKCKSKCIFKDKCKS #mork #11:59

LA VIE EN ROSE | mark lee

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SUMMARY. How do you ruin your ex-girlfriend’s (whom you’re irrevocably in love with) wedding that you helped her plan for almost a year? Yeah… Mark’s not too sure either. But funny enough, these letters from said ‘future self’ know exactly how. 

GENRE. spin-off of seven letters! | soulmate!au | ex!au | wedding planner!au | fluff | angst

WORD COUNT. 15k+ words

playlist. ivy by frank ocean • dear april by frank ocean • never not by lauv • pluto projector by rex orange county • get to you again by mac ayres • frozen by sabrina claudio • focus by h.e.r • no song without you by honne • edition by rex orange county

NOTE: text that is in bold are from the letters!

author’s note. this is long over due lmfao. but here she is! finally! this is the second instalment for a collab i hosted last year Of First Snows and Soulmates happy reading~ 

taglist: @jae-bam@baekhyuns-lipchain@keemburley@huangberryyy@hyuckefi​ @chenrapika @sourirensoleille @sehunniepotwrites@give-seconds@infnteen@leetaeyonglover@adoreateez​ 

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#MARK LEE ONGFFICIEJXJSX #mork

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍

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PAIRING: dad! mark lee x fem reader

GENRE: fluff, comfort, humor, angst, parent au, established relationship! au, slice of life! au

WC: 1.2k

NOTES: mentions of pregnancy, babies, children?

↳ “Did you just dude your husband?

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Mark buries his face in your shoulder, inhaling your scent for the last time.

A month.

One whole month.

“Don’t be so dramatic, dude,” you murmur. “We can always FaceTime, plus I’ll be back before you know it.”

He recoils dramatically. “Did you just dude your husband?

You roll your eyes, ignoring mark and taking your two year old son in your arms, peppering kisses all over his face.

“I love you, baby. Take care of daddy for me, okay?”

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#mork #7:18

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mark x reader | g: fluff | wc: 0.8k | tw: food mention

〔 𝟎𝟗:𝟐𝟔𝐩𝐦 〕 “am i really your boyfriend, y/n?”

the question is so out-of-the-blue, you nearly drop the freshly carven watermelon from your hands and into the kitchen sink. “if your name is ‘mark lee’ and you were born on august 2nd, 1999 in toronto, then yes. you are really my boyfriend,” you say from over your shoulder. “why? do you not want to be?

that’s not it,” he sighs, propping himself on an elbow as he stretches across the couch. “it’s just kinda hard to remember that i’m your boyfriend when you have six other guys flirting with you all the time.

you chuckle to yourself. “since when have the dreamies been flirting with me?

so you’re admitting that they do!

that’s not what i meant, my love.” you quickly gather the fruit into a container and bring it to the living room, offering a fork to your boyfriend before sitting down beside him. “what ‘six other guys’ would you be talking about, other than them?

true…” he murmurs, stabbing at an innocent cube of watermelon and shoveling it in his mouth. you half-expect him to squirm in satisfaction, but he doesn’t. instead, he exhales an exasperated sigh and tosses the fork onto the coffee table. “ahhhh, i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know.

don’t know what?” you ask, offering him another cube with your fork.

he shakes his head before shifting his position to bury his head in your lap. “it’s nothing…

it doesn’t sound like it’s just ‘nothing’, babe,” you coo, silently running your fingers through the soft weight of his hair. your other hand catches around his wrist, and you carefully lift his fingers to your lips in a chaste kiss. “what’s going on?

just been feeling lonely, i guess.” he glances up at you with puppy-like petulance before pulling his hand away to cover his face entirely.

you take his confession with serious consideration, but something about it is so cute, you have to press your lips together to stifle the laugh forming in your chest. “mark, we live together,” you remind him, half-jokingly.

i know!” he grouses. “i know, but…but we have different schedules, so we don’t always get to see each other…and sometimes it feels like the guys get to see you more than i get to see you.

and i know that doesn’t make sense, since you only see them when they’re with me,” he continues, without taking a single breath. “but every time we get the chance to be alone together, one of them always gets in the way. it feels bad and it’s not fair and i know i’m being a baby but that’s just how i feel right now.

a loaded silence settles, and as much as you want to comfort and reassure him, you’re not exactly sure of the right way to do so. you part your lips to say something, but whatever you’re thinking about replying with lodges itself in your throat. you drape your hand over his cheek and trace the tip of your fingers across the line of his jaw, almost in place of an apology.

he sighs once more, turning to his side to avoid your direct attention. “do you hate me now?” he murmurs, the pout in his voice muted by prickles of apprehension.

you chuckle, freely this time. “do you really think i could ever hate you?” you ask, promptly chomping on a piece of watermelon.

no,” he admits, sheepishly. “damn, i didn’t mean to make a big deal about this. i just…kinda exploded after seeing haechan cling onto you so much today. sorry.

don’t apologize,” you tell him, shaking your head. “i can’t promise you that it won’t bother you again in the future, but what i can promise you is that i’m in love with you, and only you, mark lee.

as cliché of a line it is, it’s more than enough to melt away all of his insecurities. he sits upright and wraps his arms around you, pulling you on top of his lap and into a kiss so passionate, it leaves you breathless and nearly begging for more.

can you do something for me?” he asks you after finally pulling away, his lips as hot as the fever spreading across your cheeks.

you nod, stealing one last kiss from his lips before resting your head on the crook of his neck. “of course. what would you like me to do?

belong to me.” his voice is steady, despite how fast his heart is beating. you can feel the pads of his fingers slip underneath the hem of your shirt as he leans into you. “nㅡnot that you’re a piece of property or anything! just…be mine. just mine. no one else’s.

you smile, not just because you know that he’d never objectify you like that, but also because you don’t even have to consider the consequences to know that you’re ready to be his for the rest of your lives. “i wouldn’t want to belong to anyone else.

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tags: @keytomythoughts @chakrasanddrugs @ficsingeneral @wjsszns @afterourspring @svng-chan @doderyscoffee @minkyungstudies @fakektexts @quintessentialing @littleteafawn @galaxyjisung @hyuckefi @heephoria @babybinnyboy @minavenue @cookydream @toffeemingi @parkg-sung @chnhua @demuremochi @amorjun @vantxx95 @moon-mumu-moon @catscoffeeandkpop @ilandsghost06 @nanascupid @notbeforelong @zukuroo

author’s note: thank you so much for reading! i would love to hear your thoughts on this timestamp! any feedback is welcome and greatly appreciated :)

© 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃.

#mork #1:05

spring in osaka

*:༅。 pairing: best friend!mark x gn!reader
*:༅。 wc: 1.4k
*:༅。 warnings: suggestive, steamy. steamy. did i say steamy?
༻**✿・゚summary: you and mark share a bedroom and he’s annoyed because you won’t stop ignoring him.
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the wood-framed door slides shut.

you quickly glance up from the murakami you’re reading to see mark walk into your shared room, humming a familiar tune you heard him play on his guitar a few days ago. the floorboard creaks softly with every step he takes on the polished tatami mats as he rummages through the wooden wardrobe for, seemingly, a spare towel. a faint, fresh scent of after-shower floats throughout the room like the cherry blossom petals in the garden outside.

it’s spring in osaka.

it all started out as a joke haechan made on one fine drunken night, when all of you were huddled around empty red cups and a dollar-store ouija board renjun brought over to summon spirits for fun. we should all go visit taro’s grandmother and feed chickens under the moonlight. 

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#mork #12:59

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 | 이민형

Every relationship comes with a story. This is ours.

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𝐒𝟎𝟏 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟎𝟏; in which you & Mark tell your respective sides of your love story.

viewers, if you’d like to be added to the taglist for this series, please let me know! thank you so much! ㅡ soojin, the producer.

# 𝑫𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 :: ~13 minutes (2.6k words).

# 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 :: swearing, alcohol consumption.

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The video opens with a shot of Y/N walking into the studio, hand-in-hand with Mark. The set is completely white, with two white chairs seated across from each other, a white table, a set of white earbuds, and a set of white noise-cancelling headphones. Y/N takes a seat in the chair to the right, while Mark sits in the chair across from her.

“Can you introduce yourselves?”

  • Mark: (points to Y/N) “You wanna go first?”
  • Y/N: “Sure.” (waves to the camera) “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m 23 years old, and I’m working to become a journalist.”
  • Mark: (waves to the camera) “Hi, my name’s Mark. I’m also 23 years old, and I’m an aspiring author.”

“How long have you been together?”

  • Mark: (glances at Y/N) “Almost 2 years now, right?” 
  • Y/N: (nods) “It’ll be 2 years next Monday.”

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I ALWAYS CRY WHEN I READ THESE

#gosh i love #crying but what did we expect :3 #mork #12:47

the one with the ex boyfriend. [mark]

summary: you and your ex boyfriend, mark, take part in a video interview surrounding your past relationship.

based off of ‘the exes confronting each other’ seventeen series by @skydivingstars

[ex boyfriend interview series masterlist] [main masterlist]

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[The video begins with a bare set. Both the wall and the ground are grey, save for the two black spinning stools in the middle of the screen, only a metre or two apart.]

[Two people walk in, from opposite sides of the screen, gently taking a seat on the stools. They give each other awkward smiles, both nervously fiddling with the caps of their drink bottles before placing them on the floor.]

[We’re currently doing a series on exes and past relationships. I believe your mutual friend asked you to do this? Okay. Well, we’ll just be asking a few questions. If at any time you feel uncomfortable, or if you just need need a break, just let us know. We can skip a question or edit a section out if you would like. Ready?]

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[Could you introduce yourselves and your relationship?]

[Y/n is biting her lip, zoning out.]

Mark, shyly raising his hand slightly as if he were in a class: uh, I’m mark. y/n’s ex boyfriend.

Y/n, suddenly zoning back in: I’m y/n. mark’s ex girlfriend.

[And how did you meet?]

Y/n, smiling at the memory: orientation week in freshman year.

Mark, nervously giggling: I, uh, ran into her during the club sign-up-

Y/n: literally ran into me. I dropped my coffee!

Y/n, beaming at the camera: but don’t worry, he was super sweet and offered to buy me a new one.

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Mark, scratching the back of his neck: I saw it happen in a movie once

[Y/n looks to the side at him, their eyes meet and they both send each other small smiles as if sharing a private joke.]

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[When did you first realise you were interested in each other?]

Y/n, trying to stop herself from smiling: pretty much straight away, actually.

Mark, shyly: really?

Y/n, briefly glancing at him before focusing on the camera: he was cute and he bought me a coffee. of course, I wanted to get to know him a bit more, but, you know-

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Mark, refusing to look at Y/n: I, uh, I honestly didn’t think I had a shot with her after I spilt her coffee

Mark: but when I bought a new one for her, she was really nice about it

Mark: and I, um, wanted to ask her out

[And did you?]

Y/n, straight away: no

Mark, scratching the back of his neck: er, no, I didn’t

[So Y/n asked Mark out?]

Y/n: um, no, not exactly

Mark: our friends, they knew we liked each other

Y/n: they left a note at my apartment that was asking me out on a date and they signed it from Mark with his number

Mark, doing air quotes with his fingers: I got the same note “from Y/n” with her number

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Mark: I texted her first, though

Y/n, dryly: oh yeah, you really took a leap of faith there

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Y/n: does sending nothing but emojis even count as texting?

[Mark tries to kick her stool from where he’s sitting.]

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[Why did you break up?]

[There’s silence for a moment. They both speak at the same time.]

Y/n: we were too busy

Mark: too busy

[They both say ‘too busy’ at exactly the same time. They look surprisedly at each other, shocked they said the same thing at the same time.]

Y/n: we’d been dating for-

[She turns to look at Mark.]

Y/n: just over two years?

Mark, nodding: yeah, 2 years and 4 months I think.

[She offers him a grateful smile before turning back to the camera.]

Y/n: we’d been dating for over two years and we were in our junior year of college and we both got really busy.

Mark: we both had internships and side jobs and studying. and then there was a lot of family stuff, too.

Y/n: it was really difficult to find time for each other, and we missed our two year anniversary.

Mark, glancing at Y/n for confirmation: I think that was the… first time? we thought something was wrong.

Y/n, nodding: yeah, first time for me.

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Y/n: it sucked having to break up when you never even lost interest in the person

Mark, nodding: yeah

Mark: it felt like- it felt like you’d gone overseas or something. like we were still dating and I just never saw you. it didn’t register straight away that we weren’t together.

Y/n, smiling at him sadly: yeah. I felt the same.

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[Zoom in on Y/n]

Y/n: I think I cried for a week when we called it off.

[The camera zooms out to show Mark staring at Y/n, his expression unreadable.]

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[What did you love most about each other?]

[Again, neither of them answer straight away.]

[Mark clears his throat.]

Mark: I don’t think there is just one thing.

[Y/n is surprised by this answer - she clearly had one thing she planned on saying. She listens to him talk.]

[Zoom in on Mark]

Mark, blushing: I kinda- I thought Y/n was perfect.

[The camera pans to Y/n, who is blushing, too.]

Mark: she, um, she was perfect to me, at least. I loved everything about her.

[He turns to see her reaction, and finds comfort in her expression. They both smile at each other, though it’s clear they’re both deep in thought.]

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Y/n: I loved how in touch he was with himself.

[Mark laughs briefly at her answer.]

Y/n: like, he knew exactly what he wanted to be when we first met and he strived to become that person. I thought it was very admirable.

[It is obvious that she’s being sincere due to the blush on her face.]

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[What did you hate about each other?]

Mark: the schedule

Y/n, laughing loudly: oh, god, the schedule

[The schedule?]

Mark, now laughing, too: we had this, like-

Mark, turning to Y/n for help: what even was it?

Y/n: like, a system, I guess? we had this calendar thing where you put your activities and meetings and stuff in - obviously we just had work and classes and stuff - to see when the other was free.

Y/n: we found that, most weeks, the only time we were able to meet was before 8am on a Monday or after 9pm on a Thursday

Mark: because, half the time, we were studying or working or had training sessions or something until late at night

Y/n: we had a schedule so on Monday mornings I’d pick Mark up at 7:30 with a coffee ready and drive him to his morning class

Mark: and I’d pick her up from her Thursday shift at work and we’d hang out then.

Y/n: it was so weird - having scheduled times to see each other

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Mark, quietly, pointedly as he reaches for his drink bottle: it was the best part of my week, though

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[Would you say you were in love?]

[Y/n thinks for a second before nodding.]

Y/n: uh, yeah, I would.

[Mark’s cheeks go even brighter red.]

Mark: me, too.

[Silence.]

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[Zoom in on Y/n]

Y/n, smiling fondly at the memory: I used to think we’d get married

[The camera pans to Mark, who is smiling fondly at Y/n.]

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[Would you give it another shot?]

Y/n, looking to Mark briefly before answering: I, um- yes.

Mark, feeling secure now that Y/n has answered: yes.

Mark: definitely.

[Now?]

Y/n: errrr-

Mark, gigging at his own blatant obviousness: yeah, I would.

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[Well, that’s it for today. Thank you so much for coming in, guys. You’re free to go.]

Y/n, smiling at the staff behind the camera: thank you!

Mark, bending down to get his drink bottle: thank you, everyone!

[Y/n hops down off her stool, swiftly grabbing the unopened bottle at her feet. She stands up to find Mark waiting for her.]

Mark, checking his phone: so, I, uh, know it’s a Saturday but I was wondering if you had time to go for a drink or something?

Y/n, wincing: I can’t today, I’m meeting Chaeryeong after this.

[Someone off-camera gestures for them to clear the set and they begin to walk off, the sound beginning to fade.]

Y/n: how about tomorrow?

Mark: I’m busy all day tomorrow.

[They are no longer visible on set, only a snippet of their conversation is caught.]

Y/n: ….Monday?

Mark, laughing: 7:30 still work for you?

Y/n: yeah

Mark: great, it’s a d-

[The sound cuts.]

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#yes so cute #mork #1:36
girlswithmightymuses

[1:02 am]

“Mark,” you whispered, “are you awake?”

A soft grunt was your only response.

You turned around and saw your boyfriend sleeping with his mouth slightly open, his face pressing into the pillow. The soft light from your bedside lamp illuminated his face, making him look ethereal. Well, as ethereal as someone with messy bed hair and his face half immersed in the pillow could look, you supposed.

You closed the book you were reading, marked the page and placed it on the small table next to you.

You didn’t want to wake him up- heaven knows he needed the rest- but, to be fair, you were about to get yourself some ice cream, and you knew that he’d be upset if you ate ice cream without him.

“Mark,” you said louder, shaking the arm that was draped around your waist. “Wake up.”

He woke up with a start, looking around frantically. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” His voice was slurred with sleep.

“I’m fine.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at him.

He sighed in relief, and then squinted at you. “What are you doing awake? What time is it?”

“One o’clock. And I wanted to know if you want some ice cream because I’m about to go and get some for myself.”

“Oh. Is everything alright?” He looked towards you, concerned, and reached out and laced your hands together.

You hummed. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“On the fact that my favorite character may or may not have died in the book I’m reading.” You fought to keep your voice steady.

You were probably being irrational, you knew. But you couldn’t help it. You were the kind of person to immerse themselves in your favorite worlds- you didn’t just read books; you became one with them. Their struggles became yours, their happiness was yours, and their sorrows had you crying with them. 

And Mark knew that. 

So that was why he squeezed your hand in sympathy, rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes, sat up and kissed your temple telling you to “not worry” and he’s “got you”, and got off the bed to get two bowls of ice cream for you and him.

#i do this #mork

[8:59 am]

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Mina looked up at her dad. She was the only one who knew he was home. The two of them had decided to pull a little prank after she had woken up and found him sleeping on the couch. Mark had pulled an all nighter as the group started to prepare for another come back.

“I’m gonna hide right here, baby. When mommy comes in here we’re gonna scare her, ok? Remember daddy isn’t here..it’s our secret” he said as he kneeled down in front of his daughter, kissing her nose. Careful to not spill the water from the toy gun on the floor, planning on spraying you when you got in shot

“It’s just daddy..” he whispered, scared he was gonna scare his daughter too. The little girl giving him a toothy grin, nodding in agreement. Her messy brunette hair bouncing as she ran off to her parents room. Her long curly hair being the last glimpse Mark got of his daughter.

“Mommy..” she whispered, whining as she tried to climb up on the bed. Eventually finding her way into your arms.

“Mommy?” She asked out, nuzzling into you. Her tiny cold hands cupping your cheeks.

“Wake up, mommy..” she whispered again, a bit louder this time. Your eyes fluttering open with a sleepy smile. You had become much more of light sleeper since you had Mina. The 5 year old was known to wake up ever so often.

“Good morning, baby~ did you sleep good?” You asked, pulling her close to your chest. The little girl nodding her head.

“Mhm~ but..” she trailed off. Your eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“I’m hungry..” she whispered with a happy little smile. Her hands moving from your cheeks to her stomach. A sleepy chuckle slipping your lips as you roll onto your back, sitting up and scooping up the little girl.

“You’re silly, baby” you coo, tickling Mina. Your smile brightening as she giggles, squirming in your eyes.

“Mommy! Mommy!” She giggled, trying to roll away from you. Getting you to stop, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“I love you, my silly girl” you hummed, watching her relax in your arms.

“I love you too, mommy” she whispered back, holding onto you as you got up. Hiding her knowing smile into your neck, resting her head on your shoulder.

“What should we eat?” You ask out, stepping out of your bedroom and walking down the hallway. A small ‘I don’t know’ making you hum.

“How abouuuuut some eggs, and rice, annnd kiwi and strawberry?” You ask of, trying your best to remember what you had to even cook. Your eyes set on Mina.

“Yes please!” She chimed, subtly tensing up as you got closer to where mark was, and before you could react you were being hit with water and a figure jumping out. A sharp surprised scream erupting from you. Mina freezing in the moment before giggling as you realized it was just Mark. Setting Mina down as you walked over to Mark who you swore was gonna fall over from laughing so hard.

“MARK! I COULD KILL YOU!” You fuss, trying your best not to smile, hitting his shoulder. Mina laughing just as hard, walking in between the two of you, wanting Mark to pick her up, which he obliged to.

“Haha! Mommy we got you!!” She chimed breathlessly in between her giggling, only making you laugh.

“You were in on this! Mina you’re supposed to be on Mommy’s side!” You huffed, playfully raking your hand through her hair. You knew she was a bit of a daddy’s girl, which made it even cuter he had talked her into helping.

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[12:56 pm]

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Mina gripped on her father’s hand as she walked with him through the airport. Normally you both wouldn’t allow her to go to the airport when mark had to leave, but this trip was longer than what either of you were used to. Mina had never been away from her dad for more than 3ish months at a time, but this was a world tour. NCT was going on their biggest tour to date.

“Daddy, look” she giggled, pointing at Jungwoo who accidentally lost his shoe. Hearing the girl giggle he looked back, making a face at her playfully. The boys loved playing with Mina and she loved them too. She wanted to be with them any time she got the chance.

Mina made a face back at Jungwoo. Sticking her tongue out before giggling. Yet mark was getting more and more tense as they got closer to boarding.

“The flight leaves in 5 minutes. We need to start getting on the plane..” the boy’s manager warned. Mina’s eyebrows furrowing as she tried to make sense of what he was telling them.

“Mommy we didn’t bring my bag..” she said, looking at you confused, tugging on your hand to get your attention. Mark already starting to well up with emotion as he heard his daughter’s confusion.

“Baby, you can’t come with us” he said softly, keeping the little girl close.

“W-why?..” she asked back, softening as she saw marks face. He wasn’t one to cry, he promised himself he wasn’t gonna cry. At least not in front of his daughter. It would only make it harder to leave.

“I wanna go with you, daddy. Don’t leave” she whined, starting to tear up as she hugged onto mark. His heart melting as he squatted down with her. Taking her into his arms.

“I want you to come to. I wish you could Princess” he whispered, his mask starting to crack as tears started to well up in his eyes. Mina let out a pitiful whine, nuzzling into Mark’s neck.

“Daddy don’t leave, please don’t leave.” She cried in between her shakey breath. Mark only squeezing her closer.

“I know, I know, I’ll come back. Don’t cry anymore, baby...please” he said sitting down with her on the bench they had been seated on as they waited to board. Gently rocking the little girl as he tried to calm her down. Wiping at her tears, kissing right under her eyes.

“Don’t cry, baby...I promise” he whispered, tears starting to slip down his own cheeks. It hurt every time he had to leave, but watching Mina’s reaction wasn’t even comparable to heart breaking. It was like taking his heart away. She was his entire world.

“...Pinky...promise?” She asked in between shallow breaths, putting her pinky finger out for Mark.

“Pinky promise, my Princess” he said, wrapping his pinky around hers. Smiling out of surprise as she wiped away his tears.

“You can’t cry either, daddy..” she said with a soft smile.

“Mark, love, you have to go..” you warned, letting the two get up. Mark bringing you into a big hug, careful not to squish Mina.

“I love you..” he whispered, kissing on you a few times, before letting go.

“And I love you, my Princess” he hummed, kissing his daughter. Handing her off to you as she waved him goodbye.

Chuckling softly as you made sure he had everything.

“Call me when you have the time. I love you. Be careful.” You rambled. Mark nodding as he started to walk off.

“Daddy, wait, wait!” She whined, wiggling out of your arms and running to Mark, stopping him in his tracks.

“One more..” she begged, tugging on his leg. Mark scooping her up and hugging her close.

“Be good for mommy. I’ll be home before you know it...I love you, Princess..” he whispered

“I love you too, daddy...”

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#mork

[12:24 am]

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“Come on baby! Let’s go see daddy” you hummed as you unbuckled your daughter, gently scooping her up.

“We’ll see daddy?” She asked out excitedly, holding onto you. She had slept the whole car ride, which was nice because you were afraid she would have cried.

“Yea, we’ll see daddy and Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Johnny” you list as you carried her into the SM Building. A few fans awing and waving to her as you passed. The shy little girl nuzzling into your leg.

“Mommy..” she whined out, reaching up for you to hold her.

“Sorry she’s a bit shy..” you chuckled as you scooped her back up, getting her to wave at them before continuing upstairs. Finally getting to the practice room that held your husband and band members.

“Knock for me, go knock knock” you hummed in her ear, showing her what to do. Letting her tiny hand beat on the door a bit more aggressively than you thought she would. A male laughing on the other side as he opened the door.

“Impatient much?” The male asked out. Your husband giving you a playful wink as he fully let you in.

“That wasn’t me that was her!” You chuckled, handing off the little girl to her father. Yet she wasn’t as excited as before she gave him a quick hug before wiggling in Mark’s arms, signaling she wanted to be put down.

“I didn’t get my kiss yet, little one..” he huffed, shutting the practice room’s door back. Setting her down when she gave him a quick peck. Her focus more on Jaehyun, Doyoung, and Johnny who were just as excited to see her.

A stifled laugh leaving your lips as you watched her run from her dad to the other men in the room. Mark watching with a defeated pout as she was scooped up. Giggling as Doyoung squeezed her. The three men dotting over how cute she was and playing with her.

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“Mina, baby~” you called for her, sitting on the opposite side of the room. Johnny was filming a JJC and thought it would be cute to see out of the four of them who her favorite was. Of course you thought it would be her dad, but went along with the idea.

“Mommy?” She called back, happily sat on Jaehyun’s lap. Hesitantly getting up to waddle back to you.

“We’re gonna play a game, ok?” You asked and watched her light up, pulling her onto your lap. The little girl nodded, looking back at you.

“Ok~ out of Daddy, Johnny, Jae, Doyoung who is your favorite? Run to whoever is your number one, most favorite out of them.” You whispered, standing her up and counting to 3 before you let her go. Your eyes getting big with amusement as she ran for Johnny and Doyoung. All four men calling her name, begging for her to pick them.

It seemed as if she didn’t know which one she liked more, stopping between them and moving back and forth. The little 4 year old jumping onto Doyoung, making everyone laugh. Doyoung getting up with her, bouncing her around.

“That’s my girl!!” He chimed, bringing her back to you. Sitting down with you and letting her crawl back into your lap.

“Wahhh~ ready time pick your second favorite?” You asked tickling her sides as she jumped up. Doyoung relaxed victoriously beside you as she nodded. Her eyes darting between her choices. Once again surprising everyone by faking out Johnny and running to Jaehyun. The giddy guy getting up and tossing her into the air, gently catching her.

“Atta girl! Ohhh goodness~” he cheered excitedly. Repeating the same process. Mark looking far more defeated, making you melt in your spot. Mina and him looked so similar it was crazy. He loved her just as much as she looked like him, but it seemed like she liked everyone else more. But, Mark was such a good dad. He was so gentle with her cause he was afraid of hurting her, and whenever she cried he would start playing the guitar for her, just to see her smile again.

“Ok! Round three!” You chimed, letting her go. The little girl already knowing her pick, jumping on Johnny. The giant of a man squeezing her tight.

“Good choice, Princess~” he hummed, taking her to the other side of the room.

“Mina! What about your daddy?!” Mark cried out. The little girl peaking over to see her dad. A quiet whine slipping her lips as she struggled to get down. Johnny quickly setting her down and watched her run as fast as she could. Nearly tripping over her own feet.

“Daddy...” she whispered, nuzzling into him. Melting everyone’s heart. Including Mark who was less hurt now that she was hugging him.

“I love you the most. You’re actually my favorite, don’t tell oppa..” she whispered out although everyone heard. Mark melting even more in his spot as he held his daughter. Kissing her head and whispering back

“I love you too, my baby girl..”

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[5:58] — it was almost 6 o’clock which meant your boyfriend and a few of his group members were bound to come over at any moment

a quiet evening just for you and mark turned into a a few of his members asking if they could tag along. both you and mark would never dream about saying no to the boys, so there you were making extra food for the guys

you honestly didn’t mind it you loved how his members were there for him whenever you couldnt he so it was the least you could do to show your token of gratitude for all the day for mark

your thoughts were cut off from the familiar guitar strings that opened for angel by nct 127, the song tentatively began to play through your google home as you placed the food on plates for the boys to grab when they walk in

the soft hum of the song always made your heart clench. everytime you heard it, it reminded you of your boyfriend who you were so completely and utterly inlove with

you were so lost in the music that you didn’t even hear the boys walk into you apartment with marks spare key at hand

you jumped as you felt arms slither around your waist but calmed down as you smelled mark’s familiar scent from behind you

“hey baby” mark whispered as his lips were pressed at the shell of your ear. he placed a light kiss on the sensitive spot under your ear causing you shutter at his touch

before you could reply, you saw johnny, jungwoo and jaehyun all trudge into your shared apartment with mark

you sent them smiles as you pulled away from mark’s arms and walked toward the group of boys and gave them warm smiles

“how have you been?” johnny asked you as you pulled away from him and moved to jungwoo

“i have been good, finals are almost over” you replied as you hugged jungwoo and finally made it jaehyun

when you pulled away from the last boy you motioned towards the counter that had plates of food on top of it, “you guys are probably hungry. i made some food”

“you are amazing!” jungwoo exclaimed as he walked passed you and swiftly grabbed a plate

there was a chorus of thank you’s as they walked to the table leaving mark behind

you made your way back to your boyfriend as he opened his arms wordlessly telling you to meet his embrace

you took small steps towards him, admiring his newly dyed brown locks and his black frames that you adored with your whole being

when you got close enough you snaked your arms around his waist and pulled him into a tight hug

“i missed you” your words were muffled as your face was squished against mark’s chest

mark pulled away a bit so he could place his hands on each side of your face, “i missed you too, my love”

then he closed the distance between the two of you to engage in a loving and passionate kiss. his lips felt perfect on your’s like they usually did. whenever you kissed mark you felt like you were having déjà-vu all over again, like it was your first kiss with the boy

he brushed your stray locks out of your face as his lips were still attached to yours

“you guys better not be having sex in there” you heard johnny tease, which caused the two of you to pull apart and let out breathless laughs before the two of you finally walked to the table

“finally the lovebirds have graced us with their presence” jaehyun teased you as you rolled your eyes

“okayyyy” mark exclaimed as he began to eat his food, you are slowly, soaking in how filled and warm the apartment felt with more then just two people in

you listened in on the conversations the boys were having but for the most part you just admired mark as he laughed and had harmless banter with his members

“you must really like this song, huh?” jungwoo asked you looked away from mark and turned to him

“yeah i like all you guy’s songs” you nodded with a small smile, without noticing the other conversations at the table began to die down

“no but this one is special” johnny said in his well, usually johnny matter

“why’s that?” you asked as you turned to mark who’s cheeks looked like they reddening quite drastically

“uh well, you see-“ mark started before he got cut off by jaehyun

“mark wrote this about you”

your eyes widened as you froze. what? how could that be possible?

“me?” you asked before shifting towards mark who was actively avoiding your eyes

“how? we weren’t even dating then” you questioned more towards you boyfriend obviously

“i mean it was after i had first saw you and i just went back to the dorm and kept writing and then yeah” mark shyly said as he began to rub the back of his neck

you didn’t say anything as you brought your hand to the back of his hair, blissfully running your hands through his hair

“there’s no need to be shy about it, mark, i mean we are dating now. i’m flattered you wrote this for considering it is one of my favourite songs” you said as you moved closer to mark and rested your head against his shoulder while leaving and innocent kiss on his neck

“you think that’s the only one he wrote about you?” jungwoo smirked as mark shot his head up and cut him off before he could say anything else

“okayyyy”

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title — a clouded fate
pairing — badboy!mark lee x female reader
featuring — lucas wong/wong yukhei, johnny seo, lee taeyong, nakamoto yuta (mentioned), lee donghyuck (mentioned)
word count — 17.2k  
overall warnings — extreme drug use, drug dealing, alcohol use, language, religion, addiction, drug overdose, vomiting, one explicit smut scene
smut warnings — fingering, protected sex (stay safe, always!), high sex, corruption kink for like 0.2 seconds, degradation
collab — bad boy bingo collab, link here
lyrics inspiration  “call it quits, call it destiny.” bruno major, easily ; “gotta stay high all the time, to keep you off my mind.” tove lo, habits
writing playlist  — link here

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i miss him too :( i hope you like this!! decided to make it christmassy as it is that season <3

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‘How long are you home, daddy?’ Maeve asks, tiny hands holding onto Mark’s knee.

‘A whole week, princess,’ he grins, tugging on the ends of the three year old’s double plaits.

‘Really?’ Her face lights up, bouncing on her tights covered feet.

‘Yeah Mae! We’re gonna go see all of the Christmas lights.’

She gasps, dancing in circles around her older brother Noah.

‘Noah, did you hear what daddy said?’

You watch from the kitchen, where you’re washing up the dishes from dinner.

Mark had been granted a week off from his idol duties, in the way that he was now perfectly able to spend Christmas with all four of you.

Maeve had yet to spend a conscious Christmas with Mark. Mark had been there for her first Christmas, just like he’d been for Lucas and Noah, but since then he’d been swamped with promotions and end of year award shows that Mae had never seen her father past present opening.

‘And- Mae- I’m gonna be here all day on Christmas! So we’ll have dinner all together, won’t that be nice?’

‘With ice cream for dessert?’

‘You can have whatever you want.’

‘Within reason,’ you chime in, making Mark laugh loudly.

‘Grandpa and grandma are coming from Can-ada, right?’ Noah chirps.

‘They sure are buddy,’ Mark answers, before scooping up Mae in his arms, ‘but for now, it’s time for bed!’

‘Daddy no,’ Maeve whines, pouting dramatically and flopping her head into Mark’s neck.

‘It’s your bedtime, Mae. And yours, Noah.’

Noah was just old enough to understand the concept of bedtime, whereas Maeve didn’t understand why she couldn’t just play all night.

‘Lucas doesn’t go to bed until later-‘

’That’s because Lucas is older than you.’

You and Noah quietly exchange kisses, hugs and goodnights, leaving Mae to bicker with her father.

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‘Well done,’ you say flatly, watching as Mark begins opening every window in the kitchen to wave out the smoke.

‘I got distracted,’ he huffs, pulling out the burnt cookies and placing them on the counter, ‘Mae started whining.’

’This is why you need to have like… four tabs open at once in your brain. That way you don’t forget.’

‘We’ve still got enough ingredients,’ Mark files through the bags of flour and sugar still on the bench, ‘we’ll just have to make more.’

‘Mama, are the cookies done?’ Noah asks as he walks into the kitchen.

‘Not quite yet my lovely,’ you smile sadly, ‘they didn’t cook properly.’

‘Oh,’ the small boy pouts. He always melts your heart- looks and acts exactly like Mark.

‘Why can I smell burning?’ Lucas appears in the doorway, towering over his younger brother.

‘Your dad burnt the cookies,’ you deadpan.

‘I did not-‘ Mark tries to argue, but Lucas just laughs and rolls his eyes playfully.

‘Classic dad.’

‘I don’t burn food that much!’

‘You burnt the first birthday cake you made for my last birthday-‘

‘And I got it perfect the second time, did I not?’

‘It was eh,’ Lucas shrugs.

‘Looks like I should probably get started on the second batch,’ Mark sighs, ‘Mae was really looking forward to decorating these.’

‘I don’t think she would be happy with the taste,’ you point out, ‘I’m sure she wouldn’t mind waiting an extra half an hour.’

‘I’ll turn on the cartoons,’ Lucas sings, turning on his heel and walking into the living room to go and distract Maeve.

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‘Daddy said I could put the star on top of the tree,’ Maeve whimpers as you toss the gold glowing star onto the floor with the rest of the ornaments, ‘it’s my turn.’

‘We need to put all of the baubles on first Mae,’ you explain, holding up a glittery wooden tree bauble that Lucas had made at school several years ago.

Maeve had been itching to decorate the tree all day - not quite understanding that you and Mark had to actually put it up first - especially since it was her turn to put the star on top of the tree. You do it in a sort of rota, one year Lucas does it, the next Noah, and so on.
Mark enters the room, having rounded up your two sons.

Not long later, your Alexa is softly playing Christmas music while your multi coloured Christmas lights light up the room.

Considering there is five of you, it doesn’t take too long until your tree is covered from head to toe in baubles. You don’t have a cohesive theme at all - you have several block colour and glitter ornaments, but mostly handmade ones from school or ones that Mark has acquired on tour or at various tourist attractions.

‘Ok, I think we’re done!’ Mark announces, hanging the ‘Noah’s first Christmas’ ornament in between the Disneyland and Vancouver, Canada ornaments.

‘Can I do star now?’ Maeve immediately asks, causing the four of you to chuckle.

‘Of course you can baby girl, come on,’ Mark smiles fondly, picking up Maeve and hoisting her up so that she can reach the very top of the tree.

‘Go on Mae,’ Lucas encourages, clapping as Maeve slides the star on correctly.

‘Well done Mae,’ Mark grins, placing wet kisses on her cheek as she shrieks.

She claps excitedly, happy with the praise that she is receiving.

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‘Are you excited to meet Santa?’ Mark asks his three kids.

You’re surprised that he can even see them underneath the piles and piles of coats, scarves and gloves.

Maeve bounces on her toes, looking somewhat like a three foot tall lilac beach ball, ‘yeah!’

Maeve and Noah are practically vibrating in pure excitement while Lucas looks more apprehensive.

He’s ten now, so has begun to question the existence of Santa, and while naturally the three year old and the five year old are all for it.

‘Are you going to tell him what you want?’ You ask Mae, who nods rapidly.

‘I’ll tell him about aallll the toys that I want, and the puppy.’

’T-the what?’ Mark splutters, the first time he was hearing those words.

’She’s been talking about it for weeks,’ you explain, ‘ever since her seat mate at preschool got one.’

‘Right,’ Mark nods, tightlipped, ‘I’m sure Santa will make a good decision on that.’

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‘Goodnight, Mae-bee,’ Mark hums into the slightly lit room, the only source of light being her pink nightlight.

‘Wait, daddy?’ She chirps, reaching out for him from under her duvet covers.

‘Yes, angel?’

‘Can we have a cuddle?’

‘Maevie, it’s late-‘

‘But we haven’t snuggled in ages, you’re always at work and I miss you-‘

‘Okay, fine, just for five minutes.’

Mark picks up Maeve from underneath her armpits, carrying her through the hallway and into Lucas’ room. Lucas is the oldest, and so old enough to have a decent sized double bed in his room.

‘Mae requested snuggles,’ Mark explains, dropping Maeve down onto his bed, where she leans into her brothers side.

Mark prides himself on how close his children are. They rarely argue aggressively, but rather small spats that get resolved within minutes or petty fights over who has the biggest slice of cake. It’s no secret that Mae is the most affectionate amongst the three, constantly craving kisses and cuddles and love.

‘Dada,’ she mumbles like a baby who has just learned to speak, tiredness clearly taking over.

‘I’m coming, don’t worry.’

Mark somehow manages to get beside them, so that Maeve is in the middle clinging on to her Cinnamoroll stuffed toy. Maeve’s eyes flutter shut in the comfort of the presence of her father and brother.

Lucas just carries on playing his video game, after muting the volume so that she can be at peace.

‘What game are you playing?’ Mark questions in the form of a soft whisper.

‘It’s the one you got me for Christmas last year, remember?’

Mark does remember, although Christmas Day was the first he’d ever seen of it, considering you had bought all of the Christmas presents as Mark had been busy.

‘Oh, yeah, I remember now. They all look the same to me, though.’

‘It’s nice to have you here for Christmas…’ Lucas muses, still not taking his eyes away from the screen, ‘Mae talks about you all the time. She misses you when you’re at work.’

Mark fills with guilt, the thought of his baby girl wanting him to be there for her breaking his heart into tiny pieces.

‘Of course, she’s just a bit too young to fully understand… but I think she knows that you go away for us.’

Mark contemplates his words for a few seconds before swallowing the lump in his throat.

‘I’m happy I could be here too… just sad we didn’t make it to Canada this year.’

‘It’s alright… Maeve’s already experienced Canada Christmas with Grandma and Grandad twice before. She remembers the snow.’

Mark doesn’t say anything afterwards, eventually falling into a premature sleep with Mae between his arms.

By the time you notice the silence filling your house, all three- well, four of your babies are fast asleep, Noah curled up at the bottom of Lucas’ bed with a fluffy blanket thrown over him.

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Christmas Eve goes down a storm in the Lee household.

You make a massive effort to try and get Lucas in a festive mood, which proves incredibly difficult compared to Noah and Maeve, who are forever hollering about how Santa will be visiting that night.

You’re currently rounding up the younger two for bed, having allowed them to stay up for slightly longer to watch your favourite Christmas movie.

‘Mummy/mommy, we have to put out the cookies and milk for Santa,’ Noah reminds you.

‘I know I know, why don’t you three come help me, okay?’

The three kids trail through the corridor behind you and into the kitchen.

‘Lucas, you pour the milk, Noah you get the carrots for the reindeer, and Maeve, I’ll help you put our some cookies.’

Lucas and Noah do their respective jobs, the glass of milk fully poured and bag of carrots on the kitchen counter.

You open the packet for Noah, and he takes out a couple, dropping them onto the plate with a clunk. Lucas pours the milk without spilling any, and Maeve fusses over the packet of cookies, making grabby hands at a few and then putting them onto the plate next to the carrots.

‘Come on, Noah you can hold the glass and Lucas can carry the plate,’ you instruct, grabbing Mae’s tiny hand and walking towards the living room together.

‘On the mantelpiece,’ you say, prompting Noah and Lucas to put down the milk and food.

‘There we go, now bedtime little ones.’

‘But-‘ Noah tries to argue, but you instantly interject.

‘The faster you go to bed, the quicker Santa comes.’

Noah pouts but seems to understand your words, trailing out of the room and up the stairs. Mae is nearly out, eyes rolling into the back of her head in pure exhaustion.

You carry her to bed, covering her with her duvet and kissing her on the forehead gently.

Lucas goes to bed not long later, giving you and Mark the opportunity to take their gifts downstairs.

You wait until midnight to be sure all three of them are fast asleep before grabbing the bin bags full of wrapped presents.

‘You grab Maeve’s and I’ll take Noah’s,’ Mark says, trying his best to stay quiet as the separate gifts in Noah’s bag slide around and bump into each other.

You both tiptoe down the stairs, putting down the bin bags in the middle of the living room. You begin unpacking Mae’s while Mark goes back upstairs for Lucas’ bag, arranging her pile like you’re playing a game of Tetris on the smallest armchair.

Her gifts are all wrapped in silver paper with penguins dotted all over. You put minimal amount of sellotape on, hoping that they would be accessible for her to open.

Mark returns fairly quickly, flicking on the Christmas tree lights, for reasons you could only assume were ‘vibes.’

It’s a nice atmosphere, light small talk about how your three babies are growing up far too quickly, and discussing memories of Lucas’ first Christmas in Canada.

The presents are all unpacked and places on the chairs when you start cuddling on the bean bag. You know eventually you’ll have to move and go back upstairs so that the kids can wake you up in the morning, but for now it feels nice to just be alone together for a few minutes.

Mark’s skin is warm, and you rest your head in his neck.

‘I love Christmas,’ you whisper, ‘when we get to be together.’

‘I love it too. And I love our family so much.’

‘Lucas is so mature now, isn’t he? And Noah and Mae are so big.’

‘They really grew up in the blink of an eye… so I guess it’s true what they say…’

’They love you so much Mark. Even when you’re at work, it’s “when’s daddy coming home this,” “will daddy be home to tuck me in that”.’

‘My babies…’

‘It’s one in the morning, we should go back up to bed,’ you yawn between half lidded eyes.

‘It’s Christmas day, isn’t it? Merry Christmas, love.’

‘Merry Christmas, Markie.’

Mark suddenly produces some mistletoe out of seemingly nowhere, and uses his free arm to hold it above your heads.

‘You didn’t need to put up the mistletoe to ask to kiss me,’ you roll your eyes.

‘I’m trying to be romantic,’ he chuckles, catching your eyes.

It’s a soft kiss, filled with love and affection for each other. He tastes like the chocolate chip cookies that Maeve put out, with a slight hint of milk.

‘Come on, let’s go up to bed now. We’ve got a long day with three excitable kids to look forward to tomorrow.’

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decided to write Lucas because i feel like i write ab maeve too much help,,,,,, anyway enjoy anon <3

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‘Mummy/Mommy?’

‘Hmph,’ you unknowingly swat at your son, who, despite his small stature, is trying his best to tower over you, trying to catch your attention. He figures that he should try his luck with his Dad, whose arm is wrapped around you.

‘Daddy?’ He calls out slightly louder, grabbing Mark’s arm with his tiny hand and shaking it lightly.

‘Huh? Lucas, what’re you doing up, buddy?’ Mark wakes with a start, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

‘I… had a bad dream.’

‘Oh dear,’ Mark pouts sympathetically, gently swatting at your arm to wake you up.

‘What?’ You huff, annoyed at being awoken from your peaceful sleep, assuming that maybe Mark was fidgeting or trying to get comfortable.

‘Lucas had a nightmare,’ Mark explains when you see the three year old child’s silhouette at the end of your bed, clad in long blue pyjamas and clutching the stuffed brown bear Johnny and Ten had given him at birth.

‘Oh no sweetheart,’ you frown, opening up your arms for him to crawl into.

Lucas is shaking like a leaf by the time he’s in between both of you, big brown eyes swimming with tears.

‘What happened?’

‘I- I- I don’t wanna talk about it,’ Lucas stutters, sniffling at wiping at his eyes with the bear’s head.

‘That’s okay,’ you smile, kissing his boiling hot forehead, ‘you don’t have to tell us. But you’re safe with mummy/mommy and daddy, okay?’

‘I know,’ he mumbles.

Mark had turned on his bedside lamp at this point, a soft orange light illuminating the room. The absence of darkness clearly comforting him as he wriggles closer into your chest. Mark also shuffles closer to you, so that Lucas is comfortably sandwiched between you.

Mark runs his hands through Lucas’ black hair, grinning fondly at the way Lucas leans into his touch.

‘Nobody can hurt you here,’ Mark reassures him softly, ‘we’ll protect you, ok?’

‘Promise?’ Lucas lisps, pulling his arms out from the heaps of blankets, holding out a tiny pinky.

‘I promise,’ Mark confidently wraps his pinky around Lucas’.

‘Do you want to go back to bed?’ You ask your son after a few minutes of silent cuddling.

’Scared,’ Lucas responds simply, rubbing his heavy eyes slowly.

‘Okay baby,’ Mark smiles, brushing the bangs out of his eyes, ‘you can sleep here tonight. But just tonight, ok? Tomorrow me and mama will get some lights for your room for nighttime. And then we’ll make a little den for you, alright? One where monsters and scary people can’t get to you.’

‘Thank you dada.’

‘You’re welcome baby. Now go to sleep.’

‘G’night mama.’

‘Goodnight Lu.’

‘An’ goodnight dada.’

‘Goodnight Lucas. I love you.’

The three of you quickly fall asleep, completely entangled in one another, fear free.

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