hm mark

not going to be nct related!! but i dont follow pd101 at all and i’ve never watched a single episode but i just heard that samuel didn’t get in and i just???? i’ve watched this kid grow up from seventeen pre debut days and he’s improved so much and i can tell he loves being an idol so much and what the heck i saw him cry during his performance i just???? man idk what to feel im glad daehwi got in and i know how the other trainess worked so hard to get into their places now but :-( imagine how samuel’s feeling rn goodbye im emotional

PAX East Confrontation

(A Darkiplier & Antisepticeye fic. Warning for some violence.)

It was around 3am and most of the con had quieted down. Guests retired to their hotel rooms to rest after a long exciting day. Seán lay next to Signe, still mostly awake. He was too excited to sleep. The panel had gone so well! He was giddy at everyone’s reactions to his video. He couldn’t wait to see Robin and high-five about it. He wanted to bounce up and down but didn’t risk waking his partner. The dark hotel room was suddenly lit from Seán’s phone. Though he hated checking his phone so often, he couldn’t help himself. He was too wired to ignore it, so he he gently rolled over and slid the phone under the covers so the light wouldn’t bother Signe. It was a text from Mark. It read:

“Hey Jack, you awake?” another text “Sorry, Seán. I’m still in the habit, haha.”

Seán replied “It’s okay. Yep i’m up! Today was awesome!”

“Hell yeah! Hey um, since your up do you mind meeting me to talk? I don’t want to wake anyone else but I need somebody.”

“Yeah okay, give me 5 minutes. Everything okay?”

“I’m okay. Um, i’ll meet you in stairway D, if that’s okay. I feel like walking. We can go to the balcony, it should be private at this hour.”

“Cool, see you.” Seán carefully left the bed and threw on some clothes. He grabbed his keycard and quietly shut the door. The hallway was colder than he expected, but he didn’t mind. He was too bouncy to mind the cold. At the end of the hall was the door to the stairs. Seán always liked the feeling of roaming a hotel at night. Hotels were inherently fun for some reason, and the empty halls felt a bit spooky but free. He entered the dark stairway and called, “Mark? You in here?”

Mark appeared from the shadows, wearing a smart suit. An odd change from his comfortable con-going clothes but Seán didn’t question it. Mark spoke, “Hi. Thanks for meeting me. So uh, you don’t mind climbing the stairs?”

“Nah, let’s go!”

Mark and Seán walked together in silence. After a flight, Seán asked, “So hey, what did you want to talk about?”

Mark said, “It can wait.” Something was off about his voice, but Seán decided to give Mark his space. Their footsteps echoed in the stairway. Seán found himself looking over his shoulder, suddenly feeling mildly unnerved that the stairs were so dark. The light looked funny in there. He glanced at Mark’s face and noticed how unsettling the shadows made it look. He laughed to himself nervously. “Hm?” Mark hummed.

“Ha, nothing. Too much coffee is messing with me, I think. Gonna drink more in a couple hours though,” Seán enthused. The two made it to the balcony.

The city was dark and so was the moon, offering no moonlight. Mark and Seán were barely silhouettes in the night. Seán ran to the edge of the balcony and marveled at the stars. “Okay I know I should be in bed but this is amazing!” he cheered.

Mark chuckled, “I knew you’d think so.” Mark joined Seán by his side. The two stood together, enjoying the quiet moment.

Seán sighed contentedly, and asked, “So what did you want to talk about?” It was then that Mark grabbed him from behind and threw him onto the ground. Before Seán could react, he was hit with a swift kick to the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

“Alright Anti, come on out,” Mark said, his voice weirdly deep and distorted.

Seán gasped and regained his breath, “Mark, what are you-”

Mark kicked him again. “You can’t hurt your host, but I can. If you want to keep his body, I suggest you take over.”

Seán was so confused. He’d never seen his friend violent like this before. He scrambled to his feet and made a run for it. “Mark I don’t know what this is but it isn’t funny!” Mark caught up to him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and slamming him back to the ground. “Fuck!” Seán shouted, as his head hit the hard concrete floor of the roof. “Mark please!”

“I bet that hurt a lot. A few more of those and he’s gone, so come on out, glitch boy,” Mark said in a too-calm voice.

“Mark stop, you’re acting crazy!” Seán cried.

“Mark. I always hated that name. I mean Dark is pretty stupid too, but at least it separates me from him,” Mark, or rather, Dark, mused, holding Seán down. Seán struggled to push him off. Regaining focus, Dark struck Seán across the face and pulled his hair, “Come on, Anti, I don’t have all night.” Seán just stared up at him, bewildered. Dark breathed an impatient sigh and hit him again. Seán cried out weakly. His head was getting fuzzy. Another blow. His whole body jolted with the impact. His vision started to go. “Tick Tock,” Dark said, wiping the blood from Seán’s lips with a handkerchief. Seán just whimpered. Dark huffed impatiently and started to strangle him. Seán’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and just as he passed out, Dark released his hold. He stood up, adjusted his clothes, and began to drag Seán back towards the door to the stairs. “Next time I guess. You’re cutting it close though,” he said to the limp body.

After a moment of silence, the body started to glitch and fizzle. The sound of static sharply emanated. Dark smiled and let the body hit the ground. He backed up, eagerly awaiting Anti’s presence. The glitches grew more violent, and where bruises had appeared on Seán’s neck, now were self-inflicted gashes, gushing blood. Skin turned paler and hair faded into a washed-out, sickly mint green. The body twitched, and then, from it’s position laying on the floor, was at once standing up, albeit slumped.

“You…” came a garbled voice. The body lunged at Dark, who casually dodged, “You bastard, what the hell do you want?” Dark didn’t answer, he merely tipped up Anti’s chin to look into his bright eyes. Anti clenched his fists. “That was a dirty trick, even for you,” he said, hitting Dark’s hand away.

“Oh?” Dark feigned innocence. Anti hated his calm, inviting demeanor. He was cool-headed even during a beating. It was rare to see the facade crack and true wrath show through the veil.

“You used their bond lure him out here. That’s cruel,” Anti said.

“Oh no, did I betray little Seán’s trust? How awful. Can you imagine if I did something like that to an entire unsuspecting audience?” Dark said, with dry sarcasm.

“That’s different! Those people, they’re just faceless masses. They don’t know him. They chose to trust him ‘cause they think he’s funny and kind. Even cute,” Anti said, wrinkling his nose at the idea, “A five minute meet, greet and hug isn’t real trust. Seán and Mark are actually friends.”

“Are you upset that I hurt him, then?” Dark asked, raising his eyebrows.

Anti frowned. “What do I care? I’m just saying it’s cruel and unnecessary. There are easier ways to get my attention.”

“That’s rich coming from Mister Throat Slitter,” Dark gestured.

Anti gently touched the wound, feeling the warm blood on his fingertips. He felt a pang of something, but it couldn’t be guilt. He’d never admit Dark had a point “What do you want, anyway?”

“I’m not happy with your little stunt,” Dark said, turning his back to Anti.

Anti snickered, “Oh my god, all this to tell me you’re a jealous bitch? I could have figured that out on my own! Jesus, Dark, you’re fucking extra. Drama queen prick,” Anti clapped Dark on the back. Dark’s body flickered and suddenly he faced Anti again, catching his wrist. He gripped it too tightly. Anti was able to glitch to break away. “I’m fucking off to bed, dude,” Anti scoffed, turning to leave. He got a few steps before Dark teleported in front of him, and knocked him back with a punch to the face. “Fuck! So it’s like that? Okay i’ll throw down!” Anti said, rolling up his sleeves. He hated how pretentious Dark could be, but wouldn’t mind a fight. It could be fun.

“Now now, I just want to talk. I only hit you ‘cause I couldn’t let you leave so soon,” Dark chided.

“Oh really? Not ‘cause I pushed your buttons?” Anti taunted.

Dark smiled. “How long do you think they’ll love you for anyway? How long until they get tired of the novelty and just want their precious Seán safe and sound? They’re starting to figure it out, you know. That without their attention, you’ll fizzle and fade. Sure you’ll manage blips here and there, but after a while you won’t even have the energy for that”

“Are you kidding? You saw the panel, they love me! At the first hint of me they screamed and cheered. They can’t help themselves. I hurt Seán, badly, and they begged for more. They’ll never love him more than the spectacle,” Anti gloated.

“Spectacle,” Dark pondered. He ruffled Anti’s hair as if he were a child, “You know, that’s a great word to describe what you are.”

“Ugh don’t do that! Personal space. Fuck sake. What about you, huh? What happens when they get tired of you?”

Dark looked perplexed, then a look of realization hit him. “Oh my god. You think i’m like you. Tell me Anti, where do you think Mark’s body is?”

Anti tried to hide his confusion. “Well obviously it’s…it’s uh.”

“Probably asleep or taking a shit, that’s where it is,” Dark answered for Anti, who crinkled up his nose. Not the imagery he wanted to think about. “You see, I don’t share. This body’s mine. Mark can do what he wants, and whether the audience believes in me or not doesn’t matter. I’m not like you, Tinkerbell. I don’t need admiration to live, i’m well past that point. I just like it. What I don’t like is sharing the spotlight with you.”

Anti was dying to ask how Dark was able to manifest his own body, separate from Mark. He’d ask, but more annoyed with Dark’s arrogance. He scoffed, “well, it’s a little late for that, now, isn’t it?”

Dark flickered up to Anti and twisted his wrist behind his back. Anti tried to glitch away but Dark’s energy was overwhelming. Anti felt a rare twinge of panic. Dark had grown in power. “I’m going to ask nicely. Cut the antics, stay in the background, and i’ll play fair,” Dark said cooly, too close to Anti’s ear. Anti went to hit him with his free elbow but Dark caught him and twisted harder, forcing him to kneel. Any harder and the bone would break, which even for Anti would take some time to heal.

Anti was defiant nonetheless, “Or what?”

Dark grabbed Anti by his hair and made him bow his head, “Or i’ll make sure you don’t have a body to go back to.”


The next morning, Seán awoke and checked his phone. No new messages, nothing to report. On the way to the vendors section of PAX he saw Mark with his gang. Ethan and Tyler were dabbing at fans. Seán ran up to them. Mark caught his eye and went to meet him. “Oh hey Seán! Did you sleep okay? You look a little out of it.”

“Oh yeah, i’m probably getting the PAX plague. That’s what you get for hugging a jillion people!” Seán laughed, “Throat hurts like hell but it’s worth it! I gotta tell you though, I had this super weird dream. You were in it and you like, punched me in the face? Then the dream switched over to Resident Evil 7. Fucking bugs in my face and this time I could feel them!”

“Gross! Sorry for being a dream asshole. Can you make it to our panel today?”

“Yeah i’ll see you then!” Seán waved to the crew and trotted off. He glanced back at them one last time, and for a moment, he saw a second Mark in the distance. He shrugged it off as a cosplayer, and continued. He coughed, “Ugh. Stupid sore throat.”


AFTER TEN YEARS I finally finished all the drawings I wanted to post together. 

Meet Mazuku! A very grumpy one winged pegasus whose special talent is silent flight. He’s very tired. 

His little friend is a snapdragon, a species created by @theghostlymuse​ ! (UNENDING thanks to Kenzie for letting me use her awesome species~!! Look how perfect he is!!!) His name is Rufus Petunia Chaparral. Or Rufus. Most of the time he’s just Shrimp. 

I’m so obsessed with these two, thanks so much to everyone who helped me with them LMAO Steph for naming Mazuku and Moon for helping me with his palette ~

Mark Is Acting Weird (3/?)

Genre: Angst (Mark x reader)

Summary: In the middle of his tour, Y/n notices that Mark had been more distant and not really acting like himself and she doesn’t know why.

Word Count: 1680

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 7.5

Sorry for any errors.

Originally posted by j-miki

*not my gif

You had your hopes up of their return being in the morning as planned, but unfortunately their flight was delayed and you had to suffer another few hours without Mark, your boyfriend of two years. With the new plan in action, it was now the evening and you were waiting for the seven boys in their dorm.

Because you were who you were, you couldn’t help but arrive earlier than planned, keeping yourself busy by cleaning up a few things and playing with Coco. When the hour came near you waited “patiently” by the door. It had been three months without Mark and you just wished he allowed you to pick him up at the airport, but since you two were still a secret, you knew better than to go against his decision.

“It’s 11:04! They said they were going to be here at 10:30, what is taking so long?!?” you whined. You threw yourself off the couch and let out an ugly sigh.

Literally within a minute you heard the door knob fidgeting and you jumped back up and ran to open it.

You were greeted by seven smiling yet exhausted faces. “Y/n!” they all cheered, except for Mark, who shouted “Babe!” as he ran to you.

Mark practically tackled you down with a hug and his lips crashed into yours. On normal circumstances neither of you had this much pda in front of the rest of the boys, but considering that these last three months felt like three years, you couldn’t care less.

All the boys gagged at the two of you, “Eeeeeeewwwwwwww!” “Agh my eyes!” “Get a room!”

“Shut up!” Mark laughed. “You’re all just jealous cuz you all don’t have girlfriends!”

“YoU AlL doN’t hAVe gIrlFriEndS!” Jackson mocked. “Whatever! Just let us say hi to y/n already!”

You gave Jackson a hug first. Being as extra as he was, he spun you around before he let you greet the others only to hug you again when you finished your round of hugs.

The boys were all tired and the excitement of being home died down once they all dispersed into their rooms to unpack (more like fall into their beds).

You stood by Mark’s bed, sorting out his packed clothes that needed to be put away or sent to the wash. “Babe, why don’t we go back to your place. I want to show you the stuff I got you and I know that if I lay down, I aint gonna get back up again.” He whispered into your ear, hugging you from behind.

“But you’re tired. I am sure you will be happy in your own bed.”

“I’d be happier if you were in my bed with me.” You could feel him smirk as he kissed your neck

“Guys.” Yougjae’s sleepy voice broke the two of you out of your bubble.

With a blushed face, you peered back at him. Youngjae stood at the doorway holding coco in his hands, having followed her into the room. “I love you both, I really do but the last thing I want to overhear is you guys flirting and it leading to something very mentally scarring…Y/n for all of our sakes, take that boy home with you” he requested.


“I see you haven’t changed the place a single bit.” he smiled as he looked at the picture of you the two you kept on your coffee table.

“Wow, how tired are you that you didn’t notice the new couches you were sitting on?!?” you laughed. “Aw, baby you are too tired!” you cooed as you gave him a small peck.

“Hm” he hummed with a smile, feeling your lips on his “Wait.” He whined pulling you back and kissing you again when you kept the first kiss so short.

Unlike how he usually kissed you, nice and slow until it got heated, he now went straight to the deeper kisses, not really giving you a chance to catch up. He pushed you back on the couch, getting on top of you. His lips moved down your neck and his hand went up your shirt. He slipped it off you and you helped take off his sweater, but then you came to your senses. “Mark, wait!” you said with a labored breath.

He didn’t stop and you had to tell him again, which thankfully he listened. “What is it?” he asked looking down at you

“You are moving too fast. I don’t want this to lead to anything, not yet.”

He lowered himself back down on you, this time kissing you more gently. “C’mon babe, let’s just do it already.”

“Not yet, I want to wait. Remember?”

“But it’s been two years!” he argued

“But you agreed we would wait till we were married.” You threw back at him. “You promised me.”

“Ugh fine.” He sat back up with a tense jaw.

You grabbed your shirt and moved up to him. “Look, Mark I get it. I really want to also but-“

“Shhh, just give me a second” he said soft but sternly. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down

You stayed quiet, simply putting your shirt back on until he was ready to talk again

He looked back at you with a look you couldn’t describe. “If you want to wait, then we will wait.” He practically groaned.

You gave him a peck. “Thank you”

“Yeah… yeah ok”

There was a silence between the two of you and you knew things were still not right. “Mark?”


You scooted closer to him “Are you mad at me?”

Now he looked confused. “What?”

“The last few weeks or so you have been distant with me. You’ve never been than distant with me before and then suddenly you get back and it’s like… well more pda than when you usual. Most of the time when you get back you aren’t this affectionate. It’s all out of character… And because of what happened right now… Are you mad that we haven’t had sex yet?” You finally had the courage to bring up.

He looked away from you, staring into space for a long time. The fact that he didn’t say anything didn’t make you feel better.

“…Why don’t I show you the gifts I got you?” he asked entirely avoiding the topic

“Mark” you began sternly. “just tell me.”

He ignored you, getting up from couch, not bothering to put his shirt back on. He grabbed the backpack he left by your door and placed it on the coffee table.


Still he ignored you. He opened up the bag and started unloading it.

You let out a disappointing sigh. “Mark”

“Y/n, I really don’t want to talk about this right now. It is already late and right now I just want to give you your gifts and then we go to bed!”

“Ok fine” you said softly.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Ok” he mumbled. “Um let me just, uh, show you now.” Finally, he looked back at you. He reached into the bag randomly pulling out a velvet box. “This is a gold necklace I got from Malaysia. I felt it matched that gold bracelet I got you last year.”

You opened the box. It was a thin gold chain with cute little pendent. The fact that it was gold is the only thing that would make it match the bracelet he was talking about, but it was the thought that counted and it was still a beautiful necklace. “It’s so pretty, thank you” you said softly still sensing his frustration.

He let out a yawn as he pulled out a folded up blouse. “I got you this in Hong Kong. I hope I got the right size.”

You took the shirt and opened it up. It was a simple low cut white blouse with “I *heart* HK” on it. You held it against you to compare the size. “Um, it’s a size too big… but don’t worry I am still going to wear it.”

He pulled out another shirt from the backpack. “I got you this shirt from Japan because it has bad English on it and I know those always make you laugh.”

You opened up the black t-shirt to read “Today will be yesterday” in big letters. “Oh my- you can’t be serious!” you laughed “They were actually selling this? Like a legit stand and all?”

“Ha, yeah. There were other shirts that had grammar errors but this was the funniest”. He went back to the backpack again. “This next gift isn’t actually from me. It is from Momma Bam.” He pulled out a small box and handed it to you.

In the box was a cute pair of silver earrings. “These are so pretty!” you squealed. “Agh, remind me to call her tomorrow and say thank you. I really miss her! Next time Bambam goes to Thailand, I am going to hide in his suitcase to go see her!”

“Well good luck with that plan… ok, last gift, I know you were mad at the giant maknae for breaking your pair of beats, so when I was in Singapore I bought you a red pair.” He said as he pulled out a box of headphones.

You sat next to him with an armful of gifts, each of the ones he got you had a thought behind it and you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilt for saying he was acting so weird. You had just been overthinking his actions when all this time he was probably legitimately really tired and busy, but he was still thinking about you.

You slid your hand in his. “Thank you for all this stuff, I love them.”

He kissed your hand and pulled you into a lazy hug side hug. “I’m glad you do babe.”

By now his tension was gone, but you could he sleep getting to him. It was probably best to let the whole topic go and just let him get some rest. “C’mon baby, let’s go to bed.”

-Admin Boat

anonymous asked:

is it really a crackpot thoery considering shiro was the blue lion pilot in the og series?

Well, I mean, the crew has said time and time again that they’re not necessarily sticking with the old series when it comes to writing Legendary Defender, and all the things they’ve changed so far are definitely proof of that, but… it could make sense if Shiro was the Blue Paladin.

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badboy!hyuck x nerd!mark

-bet all of you were thinking of bad boy!mark hm


-have you seen that one fanart of markhyuck in the chewing gum era where hyuck had his arm around mark and mark looked so innocent with his lil circle rimmed glasses and was holding hyuck’s hand that belonged to the arm that was around mark

-did that make sense

-who knows

-i dont

-even tho mark is older, he’s basically hyuck’s bitch let’s be like 1000000% real

-he’s the dominant one in the relationship

-nobody even knows how they started dating

-the most innocent boy in school with the bad boy

-so cliCHE

-hyuck reads people really easily

-and poor mark runs around with his heart on his sleeve and hyuck’s seen him get his heart broken one too many times and he couldnt take it anymore

-mark blushes sososososo easily and hyuck always takes advantage of that

-will call mark babe anytime anywhere

-”hey, what’d you get for question 2, babe?”

-”d-dont call me that at school!”

-”aw im sorry babe, i didnt know it affected you this much”

-donghyuck’s a fuckboy confirmed

-mark probably tries to tutor hyuck but hyuck always tries to pull some shit


-they end up making out anyway

-mark turns bright red at any type of contact

-donghyuck could put his arm around mark and mark would just immediately redden

-donghyuck’s the jealous type

-but it’s lowkey bc he has to stay cool!!!1!!1!!! cant let mark hyung know im jealous!!!!1!!111

-you know that cliche thing where person a slams their hand on like the wall or locker and pins person b against the wall

-sbfvsjdbfh hyuck does that to mark for fun

-donghyuck smirking is art and mark goe swehjbdsfkgbhjds,kf every time he smirks

-mark is such a precious lil angel in donghyuck’s eyes with his lil circle rimmed glasses and his soft pink hair donghyuck wants to protect him from everything dsfgvsjbfabhskjd


-there’s a saying around school: “mark’s the only thing donghyuck loves” and tbh theyre right

-sure hyuck’s friends with the dream team but mark’s just different, ya know?

-they can just lock eyes and theyll both know what theyre thinking

-if hyuck ever gets into fights you better fuckin believe mark’s there to patch his boyfriend up!!1!

-sometimes hyuck will just end up at mark’s house with bruises and a cut lip and give mark a heart attack

-hyuck just really likes when mark takes care of him

-”sit still hyuck, i cant get rid of the blood if you dont stop moving”

-”and if i dont?”

-sassy mark is a thing hyuck thoroughly enjoys

-”if you dont fuckin sit your dumbass down and shut the fuck up im going to throw you out of my house and dump you”

-”shit babe ok”

-most of the fights hyuck gets into is for mark now

-ever since they started dating

-if someone says shit about mark, they better be ready for hyuck to beat their ass

-”hyuck you gotta stop getting into fights for me!”


-”ok then why did you get into another fight?”

-”… he threatened to steal you away from me”

-”… bitch you are so dumb”



-donghyuck would do anything for mark honestly

-mark could ask him for the galaxy and donghyuck would find a way to do so

-mark likes wearing his leather jackets

-and hyuck’s friends tease him when they see mark wearing his jacket or when it smells like mark

-”hey donghyuck where’s your jacket?”

-”uh….” *mark runs over waving donghyuck’s math homework with his jacket around him*

-whenever mark wears donghyuck’s clothes, donghyuck’s brain goes eshfkavsjdbfkygsdfjdbshkf

-donghyuck on the inside: “mark looks so smol and cute wearing my jacket… he is drowning in it and i am drowning in my feelings for him… oH NO HERE HE COMES I NEED TO SAY SOMETHING TO LET HIM KNOW I APPRECIATE HIM”

-donghyuck on the outside: “lol hey hoe wanna hang out after school”

-sweaterpaws mark is a common occurrence in the winter and doNGHYUCK CANT HANDLE THIS

-mark steals hyuck’s sweaters all the time

-hyuck started buying bigger size sweaters so whenever mark wears them, he’s basically drowning in them

-but then hyuck also drowns in them so mark likes holding hyuck’s sweaterpaws hands


-mark probably likes to tug on it lightly while they kiss

-it drives mark absolutely insane when hyuck plays with his lip piercing

-whenever hyuck licks his piercing mark just pouNCES ON HIM


-mark is a jealous hoe too

-whenever girls look at hyuck, mark’ll grab his arm and put it around him


-mark the type to kiss donghyuck’s cuts so they can ‘heal faster’

-donghyuck gets a lot of nightmares so he tends to sleep over at mark’s a lot

-or have late skype calls

-mark doesnt mind at all when he wakes up at 3 am to his ringtone

-late nights always simmer donghyuck down to a slow boil and he becomes mellow and malleable and all his barriers just come tumbling down and mark just falls in love with him over and over again every time they talk at late nights

-whenever hyuck has a nightmare and he’s sleeping over, mark will wake up before hyuck does

-and he’ll look over sleepily and wakes donghyuck up slowly

-and theyll stay awake for like an hour or however long it takes donghyuck to calm down

-if anyone saw donghyuck the way he was after a nightmare, they’d never look at him the same

-he’s just so pliable and weak at times like that

-usually it’s hyuck pulling mark onto his lap but when the nightmare’s really bad, mark will pull hyuck onto his lap

-mark’s mom loves donghyuck like he’s family

-”so when are you and donghyuck getting married?”


-hyuck likes peppering kisses on mark’s lips until he cant take it anymore and pulls hyuck by the collar to press their lips together

-pstt hyuck likes it when mark tangles his fingers in his hair

-whenever hyuck is yelling at his friends and mark comes swoopin in he turns into mush


-“hi hyuck! why’re you yelling?”


-bad boy!hyuck becomes such a softie for his baby boy nerd!mark ;-;

Control (III)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Mark

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 1,931

Summary: On a night out with your friends, you accidentally text the wrong number for advice. The guy on the other end of the phone is abrupt, harsh and kind of an ass - but he also happens to be right. Which explains why you keep texting him. Right?

Originally posted by eatmark

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