#marcusleerp

Mabel swatted Marcus Lee away with her sweater paw. “Dipper made me swear to never again touch his hygiene products after I wrote ‘Dippy Fresh’ on his body wash,” she explained, bottom lip slipping into a small pout. “Besides, yours smells way better!”

Romantic tension starter.

Tabby arranged her face into a mock scowl, but she didn’t move away as his hands fumbled in her hair. “How rude,” she teased. “Maybe this was a deliberate style decision. I could be taking windswept to a whole new level.” Barely two seconds in this house and she was already fighting back the kind of smile that makes your cheeks hurt. “Besides, I could say the same to you,” she said, reaching up to touch a strand of purple. 

Already thinking of all the fun activities awaiting her, Tabby practically danced the whole short walk to Marcus’ front door. She knocked, her mind in the world of water fights and sandcastles. When Marcus opened the door, she fished the sunscreen out of her bag and tossed it to him. “We’re going to the beach!” she announced, voice rising to a higher pitch than normal in her excitement. “Hurry up and get ready, because I wanna build sandcastles!” 

A soulmate connection. A mental bond between two people which allowed them to connect from any distance through both thoughts and verbal speaking, and the ability to see events through one another’s eyes inside their own mind. This would go on up until the pair met physically, and would continue whenever they were physically seperate. 

Usually if you had a soulmate connection, their voice would start sneaking into your head around the ages of fifteen or sixteen. Sometimes the age would be younger or older, but that was the average. Not everyone had them, but god did everyone seem to want them. Emilio included. The boy was a hopeless romantic after all, and so far he was the only member of his family without one. “Don’t lose hope,” his grandmother would tell him. Hers and his grandfathers hadn’t developed until their early twenties, after all. Still, at 22, Emilio was fairly certain he was doomed to a life swimming in the soulmate-less dating pool.

One night, Emilio was walking home after a bad date with a cute boy. It was a nice night, lots of stars and he hardly wanted this night to be a complete waste. He stopped his walk by the lake, lying down in the grass and looking up at the twinkling sky. Suddenly, a moving image flashed into his minds eye. It seemed to be a college party. Lots of drunk students crowding a too small apartment. Everything felt so real, yet he could still see the stars in the sky above him. At the same time though, he could practically hear the bass heavy dance music. It was bizarre, and exactly how everyone described the feeling of their connections.

Was there someone on the other end? Could they see his view of the night sky just as clearly? Should he say something? “Am I crazy or is someone there?” he spoke aloud. Thoughts worked too, he knew that but since he was alone there was no harm in using his voice.

Why were so many people overcome by bitterness on Valentines Day? Emilio wondered this as he wandered down a bustling side street. After all, this February 14th, he was very single. But Valentines Day was a day to celebrate love, wasn’t it? Emilio could appreciate and feel the joy of the love around him, even if he wasn’t currently feeling it himself. Besides, love was more than romantic and he hated the idea that those outside of relationships felt left out of Valentines Day.

These musings led him to the door of a florist, a smile breaking out over his features. His shift at the diner started in fifteen minutes, which would be enough time to buy some flowers for his co-workers and still walk the ten minutes it took to get to work from here. Pleased with his plan, he pushed the door open.

Nobody was at the cash register currently, but Emilio did hear some sounds coming from the back room so he figured someone would emerge soon. He busied himself examining the vast selection of flowers. Were roses too contrived? Should he pick some up for Esta and Gia? As he wandered, he heard footsteps and looked up. Someone had returned to the counter and Emilio couldn’t help staring a little longer than was socially acceptable. 

This boy was cute, in a scruffy, well muscled, adorably sweet seeming way. His hair was purple, and he was smiling to himself as he checked his phone. Emilio scratched the back of his neck with his index finger, turning back to the flowers in the hopes that his flushed cheeks weren’t noticed. He really didn’t want to develop a crush on a boy who worked in a flower shop. It was really hard to find constant excuses to buy flowers. Why couldn’t he work at a bakery or something?

A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and Emilio grabbed several bouquets of roses before he lost his nerve. He headed over to the register and placed the six bouquets on the counter. He had come in here to buy only five. “Hey,” he said, flashing the boy a goofy grin. “Just these, thanks.”

As Tabby stumbled through the empty hallways towards Marcus Lee’s dorm room, she wondered how long it had been since she was last here. Her days had become a haze of adrenaline and temporary highs. The scent of smoke and blood still filled her nostrils and her head was buzzing with it’s own form of intoxication. She felt as if she was floating above the ground. Every colour appeared brighter, every sensation more intense. It didn’t seem possible to feel more alive.

She knew she had been missing classes, and her friends must have noticed. Yet none of it seemed to matter when she felt like this. Seeing Marcus’ door just ahead of her, Tabby darted forwards, hoping desperately that his roommate wasn’t home. The feeling of the vampires teeth on her neck, and his body pounding into her, had left Tabby craving her boyfriend. So, after the vamp was finished and her debt paid, she had made her way here.

Reaching the door, she knocked twice and then reached for the handle. It was unlocked, and she slipped inside to find him on his bed. Tabby tossed her hair, leaning against the doorframe and grinning at him. “Missed me?” she asked, sweetly. Her body felt hot, electrified and he looked so stupidly cute. It was easy to forget where she had just been, what she had been doing, and the new vampire bite mark on her neck covered only by her hair.

HAP BIRTH PART 2, I BROUGHT YOU SOME CAKE!! It’s vanilla with strawberries bc I didn’t know what you like.