Andrew trying to propose to his girlfriend who heâs been with for almost four years now.
Heâs nervous. Goes to pick up a pretty little ring he knows youâd love, making sure that itâs the right metal, so it can last a long long time and itâs the color you always wear.
He keeps it in his inside jacket pocket with him 24/7. When heâs with you and itâs in there he feels a little guilty that he canât just man up and get on his knee. But he just wants everything to be perfect, wants to make sure you wonât say no. He knows youâre probably not gonna, but still that slight possibility you will? It worries him.
The secret comes out when heâs sitting at Derans bar. While itâs still closed and casually brings it up.
âI bought a ring.â
âWhat?â
âFor her.â
Everything stops. Deran stops cleaning the glass he has in his hands sets it down then goes to lean against the counter to see it Andrew is serious. He just pulls it from his pocket and sets it on the counter.
Deranâs slightly in disbelief and then he reaches to open it and stare down with wide eyes then close it and push it back to Andrew.
Deran just nods.
âThatâs good man⊠I know she really loves you.â
Andrew shrugs a little and places it back into his pocket. Heâs quiet. Heâs always quiet but this quiet seems more heavy.
Deran turns and moves his head to look and Andrew and give him a sincere look.
âHey⊠youâre making the right decision. I see how you two look at each other.â
Andre nods, and his mouth twitches in that normal way it always does. He looks up more and tilts his head a little as he speaks.
âWhat if she says no?â
Deran shakes his head
âShe wonât.â
Thatâs what he keeps replaying in head over and over every night for the past week while you lay asleep on his chest, and he stares up at the ceiling, then looks down at you trying to contemplate more- he knows he should just do it already. But he canât. Heâs just too nervous.
When he finally does it, itâs a simple thing. Youâre sitting at home, on the couch having a normal wide-down time as usual. You look over to him to check on him and notice how heâs stiff, and staring blankly at the tv.
âAndrew?â
He looks over at you and nods
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â
He looks like heâs about to cry, you scoot closer and you cup his cheek.
âWill you marry me?â
Your shocked a little but quickly nod with a quirked eyebrow.
âOf course⊠in a heartbeat. But can you tell me whatâs wrong?â
He just frowns a little and pulls the ring from his pants pocket, and you feel too stunned to speak, eyes darting from his hands to his face as he opens it up and pushes it over to you.
You move to wrap your arms around him tightly and he hesitantly wraps his arms back around you.
The very next day your parading around with him as you show all of his brothers, and any chance you get you bring it up and brag about how your so lucky.
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Hellooooo Blossom! How are you? I have an amazing (not really) idea for a tkdb fic. Could you write something where like the ghouls are EXTRA clingy with MC (In a good way ofc)? Could you write Leo, Jin, Taiga, Romeo, and Kaito please??? Thank you so much! Take your time! Have a good day/night (why are you awake??? đ€šđ€šđ€šGo to sleep!)!
Of course Emmzy~ anything for you~ you're always so polite ugh I adore you đđđ I'll put it in small fic format~ ambiguous relationship~
THE ROMEO ONE ALMOST TURNED NSFW I HAD TO REWRITE IT IDK WHAT HAPPENED OR CAME OVER ME?????????
You know those days you sit inside, comfortable in your bed and happily do nothing? No? Of course not! Today, as usual, Leo had dragged you over to Vagastrom, holding your hand with intertwined fingers, gaze distantly into his phone while he scrolled with his free hand. The gentle sound of the fans above you was the only thing that had accompanied you in the mostly empty main lounge.
You couldn't even remember him saying Hacks. Or whatever.
Every languid glance you give his phone - wondering if he was simply looking for something - you were easily greeted with his usual Instagram or Tiktok feed. Pretty girls, pretty boys, drama about something you couldn't damn well hear.
"Leo do you even-"
"Shh."
He instantly shut down. Just like yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that.
Silence dragged on with very little relief. Staring forward at nothing. The one time you even tried to drag your phone out of its pocket - he hit it with his phone like an annoyed cat. Glancing at him with a slightly perturbed expression only got you that disappointed "Really" type of glare. What was his problem?
"I- I really gotta get some homework done." You finally interrupted after what felt like hours but was mere minutes.
"Oh my god," Leo groaned, rolling his eyes and glaring at you again, "do you not understand how sensitive my hearing gets when I do that? Your shrill ass voice is like echoing in my brain right now."
"You're just on your phone-"
"Looking casual? Duh???" Voice exasperated like Leo had explained this to your dumb ass a million times, yet never once bothered to before now.
With a dragged sigh, the phone was quickly pocketed and your body was tugged up by your joined hands without delay. "Whatever. Get your homework."
"... What?"
"Just bring your textbook and we'll be done in like an hour tops, knock 5 times before you come in." He spoke like it was a done deal, but agreement wasn't in your tone at all. He'd been hogging all your time lately and - honestly? You didn't even want to do your homework, you wanted to slack off for a couple hours and watch YouTube - but before you could even object Leo waved and walked up to his room. Pointing to it several times from the veranda like you didn't already know its location.
Guess you didn't have a choice, huh...? Another day spent with Leo...
So why did your cheeks burn at the thought?
The warm quiet of the icy room felt far more comfortable than the deafening one of your own. The pads of your fingers roamed through hair so soft you could have sworn it had just been washed, White strands caught in the light streaming in from the balcony and reflected nearly translucent or sometimes even blindingly bright.
His breathing was relaxed, pale eyelashes closed in this peaceful look that you could have sworn you never saw him wear around anyone else.
BZZZT BZZZT -
Jarring you from the moment, your eyes flicked to the phone going off in your pocket with Kaito's face flaring on the screen. His special ringtone for him muted yet still broke the fragile peaceful silence. Before you could even react - pale fingers wrapped around your phone, pressing the power knuckle tight until the phone relinquished under the captain's unyeilding hand.
"Uh..."
What do you even say to that? Don't do it?
"Does he hold your attention?"
Jin's voice dragged, a slight tension in his brow as you glanced back at him.
"... We're friends, if that's what you mean."
Without any hesitation, Jin's hand grasped your free one, using it to press your palm against his cool cheek. Lilting into the touch - one could swear he had craved it all his life. For a moment you almost thought you felt his lips press against it... But that was probably just from the angle of his face, right?
"Put it no where else." It was a command; at least it sounded like his usual command. There was a difference in it you could hear, though no one else would be able to understand.
It was a plea.
If you heard the nickname "Kitty" one more time, you swore -
Click, click, click. The barrel of the gun spun shining golden gleaming rays under the dull casino lights. Despite your wishes, you were still sitting in the captain's lap where his hand rubbed lazily into your waist. Every ridge of his rings nearly became familiar to your skin, but they never touched. You didn't understand when you became like this- the how, when or, why never being something you could take from those thin tight lips formed currently in a line at his current hand.
Glancing at you, he muttered a question about being such a good luck charm afterall. You could only sigh in exasperation, your uniform traded in for something slightly cuter as Taiga had bribed you to stay earlier with his wallet on offer.
With a roll of his eyes, he folded, pocketing the gun without much word. Warm breath brushed against the bare skin at the back of your neck before you felt the weight of his chin pressing gently into the junction where neck met shoulder. His nose - slightly cold at the tip - brushing at the back of your ear with that gentle rumble when he spoke so low. A shiver forced up your spine every time, nerves standing at attention in a way only Taiga knew how to erupt from you.
"I fuckin' hate this table. We're gettin' out of here, kitten."
Taiga didn't wait for a response before he lifted you off his lap and onto the ground. Throwing an arm over your shoulders with so much dead weight in it, dredging you forward.
Maybe you'd complain about how often he's kept you around ... If you didn't feel so safe and warm under his touch. In the heat of people pulling on handles, some getting lucky while others failed to get anything, you felt entirely untouchable under the captains fond touch.
'Tomorrow,' you assured yourself just as you did yesterday, 'I'll go to class tomorrow.'
The gentle crackling of a brush running through the ends of your hair felt nearly heaven sent. The gentle tug barely felt like anything as Romeo led another stroke slightly higher through your hair.
"You always start from the bottom and go up higher," his tone soft - almost reverent while you felt his eyes bless you through the mirror. Music thrumbed in from the casino hall, barely breaking through the locked office door with a Do Not Disturb sign hanging off the handle. The men outside still confused why Romeo had been demanding you over so much - rumors had begun to spread across the school with a few of the Sinostra general students at the helm.
Any held responsible for it were always in serious trouble from Romeo.
His constant demand for you, this random grabbing when he didn't have to, those touches on your shoulders that lingered far too long as he moved you out of his way when he had far more than enough space to avoid you. Now demanding you come here on the pretense of him "helping" you look better.
Bullshit.
"I thought you had important work to do today -"
"Tch," Romeo's tongue clicked, rolling his eyes as he half glared at you through the mirror; icy but hardly meaningful, "I finished it. Obviously. Why would I waste my time otherwise? I expect proper thanks for putting time into you, BB."
"I'm always grateful Fico!" You chirped, adding in that nickname he so adored which earned a huff of brief annoyance from him. Glancing at him through the gentle lighting of his bathroom, he looked almost peaceful with that slight smile that he was trying to hide, but you could see just barely from behind your head...
Perhaps he's just been way too stressed lately your time had become his. You'd begun to notice it - every time the stress built up, your name rung from his lips and your time relinquished to him. Though you said nothing, these brief moments of pamper were everything they were said to be.
His face pressed into the back of your hair, softly inhaling while his arm tightened around your middle. Pulling you flush to him with little warning, gently leaning back against the warmth of his body your eyes fluttered shut.
At least - it was all so nice until that blaring of Romeo's ringtone echoed through his bathroom. You barely had time to open your eyes before you felt him pull away, the blood vessels in his neck pulsing with rage.
"YOU PGFNL! THIS HAD BETTER BE FUCKING WORTH IT! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU JUST INTERRUPTED FOR ME?!"
.... Was that the sound of his phone cracking?
"S-Sorry! Just uh-... Just seeing how you're doing, is all..." The shuddering voice on the other side of your phone tried to apologize again but you simply weren't letting him.
It was about the 2nd time he had called you with no real "reason". As if that mattered.
"You can call me just to talk, Kaito," your lips quirked into an easy smile. Fingers absently playing with a strand of hair by your ear, it was actually getting silly how much you caught yourself doing this.
"Ahhhhh- they actually wanna talk to me!! I've got this- act cool it's totally chill-" oh he doesn't think you can hear him, does he? "Ha~ naturally~ of course~ I was thinking about you and decided you should know it~" his palm barely covered the receiver, doing precious little to hide his words, "ahhh was that too much?"
There he goes again, that voice he puts on when he's trying to sound suave but has absolutely no idea how... Even though it was a little bit cringe you still found yourself smiling wide every time. It was cute ~ cringe could be cute~ especially when it's coming from him.
"Really?" Adding a little excitement to your voice, you simply couldn't help it - it was too easy to tease him- "I was thinking about you too Kaito~!"
"HAHA- WOW- OKAY-"
As he short-circuited in real time, you couldn't help yourself but giggle at every stuttered word as the man hastily tried to recover. The real question was should you let him? With all the hassle of him being around you every second of every day, walking you to and from class, forcing Luca to sit on the opposite side of the table and trying to make every effort to be around you - let alone brush his arm against yours when possible... Did he deserve to be let off so easily?
No. You think not.
Not when he's calling you just desperate to hear your voice.
"I was actually so curious about you too~ I don't even know your hobbies and stuff~ I wanna know aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall about my Kaito-Kun~"
That's it, that's how you kill a man and you knew it. Hell, you were so smarmy even your plushy flooped to the otherside to avoid what came next. You swore you heard the man pop, the circuit breaker in his brain resetting multiple times as his brain sizzled out into nothingness. Every word a desperate sputter to come back to a sentence making any sense.
Nothing did.
It was a minute - a full minute of sputtering.
But you loved every second of your small payback, feeling victory rise above your head. It wasn't that mean. You weren't simply teasing him with unreachable goals, you genuinely wanted to know more about him, what makes Kaito... Kaito! But is it so wrong to have a bit of fun first...? I think not~
And this way... He couldn't fake his hobbies by being into what you were.
"Y-yeah! Okay- uhm- let's see- I -I like video games! Uh! Do you like video games?"
Angst to fluff kinda... tw for self-harm!! Established relationship.
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"Hey..."
"Hi." You breathe out, not even meeting your crewmates eyes.
"You feeling okay..?" He tries, "no thats a dumb question... im sorry" Ryland mumbles.
The weight off this mission has been eating at you for days. The world wants something from you and you just dont think you can give them it. No matter who tells you you're capable, no matter how many times it's said, you can't bring yourself to believe it. That youre meant for this mission. This... long, painful mission. Because apparently when the sun is dying consent doesnt matter anymore.
You just couldnt take it anymore. Exhaustion deep in your bones. Exhaustion you cant sleep off. You hadn't meant to... it just happened. The thin dissecting scissors were calling out to you after another long day.. or night.. or whatever the fuck it is.
Ryland's shuffling footsteps pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts. He sat a little away from you, close enough to stay, far enough that it didn't feel like he was looming.
Silence stretched between you. A comforting silence. "Do you want... to talk about it..?" He began again, this time he looked over to you. You couldnt bring yourself to break your stare with the wall but it felt comforting that he wanted to hear you.
"Thats okay. Im not very good at this." He breathed out with an awkward chuckle. Still, you couldnt find it in you to say anything. You wanted to, but you just felt frozen.
"Stay right here." He pushes himself off the wall and started towards the circular corridor. "I will be right back I promise," Ryland reassures, slightly stumbling over the door frame.
Just as quickly as his footsteps fade they approach even faster. This time you look up at him. His jumpsuit tied around his waist, a silly science-y pun shirt a little tight over his chest. Hes carrying the first aid kit from the 'bedroom'.
He kneels just before reaching you, "Can I clean it?" He wants to give you the option so you don't feel forced. Hes so sweet. Looking at you over the frame of his cute glasses. You nod, extending your arm nervously towards him, still a little scared he'll judge you.
You want him work, his hands are a little shaky as he rips open an antiseptic wipe. He gently grabs you wrist, turning it over for him to clean. Its dumb, but you flinch, hissing and jerking your arm back a bit from the burn. "...sorry" he mutters.
You shake your head as he reaches for gauze, folding it and holding it to your wrist with tenderness as he tapes it in place with a shaky hand.
"There ya go. All better?" he asks, searching your eyes for sincerity. At first you nod, eyes flicking between his gentle hand on your wrist and his gaze. Like avoiding something. His stare forced you to be honest and it brought tears to your eyes again. You turn your head to the side, not wanting him to see your watering eyes.
"Hey, no, look at me." His free hand brushes your jaw to redirect. " 'm sorry..." your voice trembles, tears threatening to spill. He pouts seeing you so distraught, arms reaching around you and pulling your body into his chest. He let you cry again... let you get it out. He didnt force you to say anything. At one point he started rocking you gently, his thumb rubbing circles into your arm. "You're allowed to be scared. I'm scared too. Y' know?"
"Its just-" you sniffle, wiping at your tears. He pulls back to see your face, ready to listen. "Why me..? Why us..? We could have... gotten married. And had a cute kitty. And have picnics every weekend... but now we're just. Here." He laughs at your little vision, hugging you tighter now.
"I know, baby. I know." He continues to rock you back and forth. The motion lulls you until your eyes are heavy and all thats left is sniffles and hiccups.
"Can I have it please?" He holds out his hand, waiting. You knew what he meant...and you didnt feel like fighting it. Your hand searches your packet for a moment, pulling out the pair of dissecting scissors and hesitantly placing them in his open palm with a sigh. "Can you promise me that next time youre feeling like this you'll come find me?" His eyes contact is a little intimidating, but in a good way. "Hm?"
"Okay." You say, almost a whisper. "Nope. You have to promise." He closes his hand around the scissors and holds out his pinky. You sigh, lips curling up slightly at his antics. You loved how he could always make you feel better in his own goofy ways. Your pinky curls around him and he smiles. Leaning forward for a gentle kiss to the side of your lips. "...love you."
Reader loves Invincible but hates MarkâMark/Invincible x Fangirl! Readerâ#3
totally hasn't been a month since I updated this series guys... :p
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CW: ooc, cringe prob
WC: 3.5k
Mark wasnât expecting taking pictures to be so⊠hard? The idea of taking pictures of himself seemed relatively easy but actually putting it in practice was surprisingly hard.
He took punches from his dad during training that hurt like hell, was thrown around like a rag doll and slammed to the ground that left him sore for weeks against everyday villains and been painted black and blue with bruises that stained his body like he was some sort of volunteer for a body painting class.
No matter what was thrown at him, literally or figuratively, he came back standing tall and strong. Yet, Mark was being bested by a phone camera that could notâno matter how many times he embarrassingly posed in the airâtake a good picture of him.
To cut himself some slack, it's tricky to try and take shots when flying in the air by yourself while making it seem like someone else took it.
He tried to set down his phone and put it on a three, five, or ten second timer and make it seem like Invincible was taken off guard by a photo around the cityâbut it was like there was a curse placed upon him that made every single one of them appear blurry, unappealing, and unattractive.
Mark groaned, laying down on top of a random building, his phone beside him. He dug his hands in his hair, pushing his black locks back as he had been out here taking pictures for hours and still didn't have anything presentable for you.
It's been three days since he got your number, and he hasn't been able to start any conversation with you through text. Mark had hoped to start the perfect conversation with Invincible photos, but that plan seemed to be going up in flames with how he had zero presentable pictures.
Tomorrow is a Monday, and he didn't want to see you without having proved he was an Invincible fan to gain some favorability.
He felt really nervous, anxious, and embarrassed. Mark wanted to present to you what he promised with a silver platter, hearing you light up and praise him with blooming happiness.
It felt so stupid, so dumb butâugh. He wanted to hear you sing praises towards him, just like how you sing praises to his superhero counterpart all the time.
He would never get riled up or upset about the fact that you would constantly insult and verbally abuse his character every chance you got, but for some reason, he easily gets worked up when his mind would track back to your admiration towards Invincible.
He had this jealousy towards Invincible that he had a hard time coming to terms with. For Pete's sake, Mark was Invincible but every time he imagined you practically drooling over his superhero counterpart in spandex, he wanted to beat himself up.
It was ridiculous. Mark knows he's him, but you don't.
Mark wants to hear you say something nice about him. A praise, a complimentâanything that Mark earned fair and square without the mask. Even a simple "hey, good job I guess!" would suffice.
As long as it comes from you, the most beautiful and gorgeous girl he has ever laid eyes on, he'll be set.
.
.
.
... What.
His body tensed as he immediately sat up from the floor, his face burning with a pink flush as he had taken in the thought that crept inside his mind.
Sure, he wasn't going to deny the fact that you were beautifulâyou are! You take care of yourself like crazy with the products you buy and use every time he saw you at school so it's perfectly natural to think you're a very pretty individualâwell, even without those he knows that you'll still look amazing!
Mark would be crazy to think youâre not! Hell, if you gave him the chance, he'll kiss the ground you walk on just because of how attractive you are to him!
... What.
His cheeks flushed a deeper pink, edging close to red as his hands flung to hold his face. What was that?! Mark internally screamed as steam was practically emitting from his face because of his embarrassing thoughts.
He felt sick, his stomach doing backflips as a sudden whirl of images of you appeared in his head.
Mark stared and observed you long enough that all angles of you were burned into his memory. Those long moments he looked at you during class was now biting him in the ass, leaving him a redden mess as he tried to calm himself.
Thatâis definitely not a creepy way to think about a potential new friend, right?
It's nothing weird, he thinksâor more so he tries to convince himself.
He's simply stating the obvious to no one but himself! Perfectly normal thing to do! Mark just really wants to be friends with you because youâre awesome, youâre into nerdy stuff like him and you'll make a perfect potential new candidate for friendship!
Perfectly normal to stare at your number and jot down potential first messages in his notes app to find the perfect one to send to you!
Perfectly normal to rehearse how to talk to you in the mirror for the past three days so that you'll start to see him as a cool guy rather than the guy you hate with a burning passion!
Perfectly normal to search up what other stuff he can buy for you and start putting some money on the side reserved just for you if an opportunity like that ever happens again!
Perfectly... normal... yeah. Normal friend stuff.
"So, this is where you ran off to?" A familiar deep voice snapped him out of his thoughts, causing Mark to jolt. Before standing up, he scrambled to get his phone and put it behind him. "Imagine my surprise when your mom woke me up asking where you were."
"D-Dad! Hheeyy." Mark cringed; his cheeks were still dusted a light pink. "What, uh, what are you doing here?" He squeaked out.
"What are you doing here? Your mom's been looking for you." Nolan raised a brow, looking at his son with curiosity. He was wearing his Invincible suit and was obviously hiding something behind his back.
"N-Nothing! Nothing. I just went out flying for a bit, heh." Mark shrugged his shoulders, trying to remain casual to hide the fact that he had been out here taking pictures of himself for you.
How much time had passed that his dad went out looking for him? It's been a couple of hours sureâbut not that long, right?
"Uh-huh." Nolan nodded his head slowly, not convinced at all by the reasoning. With Mark's entire arm hidden by his back, it was clear that his son was hiding something. "I take it that whatever is behind your back is a part of," he paused, raising his hands to do air quotations, "flying?"
"Yup! Exactly!" Mark nodded quickly, toeing around his dad while still shielding his phone behind him like it was some sort of ancient relic. It would be embarrassing if his dad found out what he was actually doingâhe would never live it down.
"I'm, uh, going to do some more flying! âso just tell mom I'll be back in a jiff!"
"Have fun with your 'flying'âand whatever your hiding behind there." Nolan let out a dry laugh, watching his son's cheeks flush into a deep shade of red as he stuttered out a reply.
"Behind myâwhaaat? I don't know what youâre talking about dad," He raised his free hand to do a circle motion to his head, "I think old age is getting to youâuh, anyway, bye! Gotta go takeâI mean, fly! See you at home!" Mark yelped, leaping off the building and taking flight.
Nolan watched the blue and yellow silhouette of his son disappear, zooming past a building with so much speed that he had never seen him have before.
He paused before letting out a deep laugh, shaking his head.
Mark sat at the dinner table. He was helping his mom by folding pieces of square paper into origami swans. It was for leaving a nice touch to the houses that his mom was sellingâor something like that.
He didn't really know the whole reason why, listening to his mom absentmindedly as he was busy tapping his foot as his hands mindlessly moved on their own, thinking about you and the photos that he took today.
The recent ones he took before coming home were surprisingly better, but not anything crazy good. They looked so immature, like a baby with wobbly hands took them.
"-rk? Mark?" His mom's voice called out to him, and Mark snapped out of his thoughts. He accidentally ripped the paper origami that he was halfway into making, startled at suddenly hearing his momâs voice.
"Uh, yeah?â He laughed awkwardly as he stared at the blue paper he just ripped, sheepishly pushing it aside. âWhoops.â
"What are you thinking about? I've been calling your name for five minutes," Debbie laughed, shaking her head as she grabbed the swan origamis that Mark had mindlessly folded. "Thinking about something important?â
He shook his head, his leg jumping up and down.
âOkay. How about someone important?â"
"No!" Mark straightened his back at the mention of 'someone,' an image of you flashing in his mind. His anxious leg stopped bouncing, coming to a halt as he blinked at his mom.
Debbie raised a curious brow at his reaction, his reply to what she had innocently asked being a bit too fast.
Her son cleared his throat, trying to act casually and brush off his odd behavior. "Ha, I mean, no. Nothing important, really."
"Hm." Debbie let out an amused hum, wiggling her eyebrows at her son's contorting face. It was funny, but almost sad how clear his emotions were written on his face. Even though a part of her wanted to find out what was going on with him, she sighed as she decided against it. âWhatever you say, Mark.â She chuckled.
A small silence passed between them, before Mark broke it. "You know, actually, mom I do have sort of a question to ask you."
"Yes?"
"Hypothetically," Mark cleared his throat, gesturing with his hands. "would there be a reason why someone would randomly just hate another person?" He shrugged his shoulders, trying to seem disinterested at the possible answer.
"Hate? That's a strong word. Are you sure hate is the right word in this 'hypothetical' question?"
"Yeah! Like, really hate. Hate to the point," Mark didn't notice the small smile that crept on the corner of his lips, but Debbie certainly did, "where sheâthey insult you every day and call you a creep and stuff."
Debbie was taken aback at this, blinking before responding. It was obvious that this situation was about him and some other person, specifically a girl with how he fumbled on his words. âCan I have more info about thisââ
âHypotheticalââ
ââhypothetical situation?â
Mark squinted, blowing raspberries before speaking again. âLike, this girl, just really hates this guy for some reason even though the guy didnât really do anything. Or at least, not that he remembers.â He sheepishly elaborated, grabbing another square sheet of paper to continue folding.
âOh, he mustâve done something alright. No one just hates someone for no reason.â
âBut he doesnât remember doing anything bad!â
âIt doesnât have to be something drasticâit can be something so small that really impacted her.â Debbie explained. âWeâve all disliked a person for the pettiest of reasons that doesnât really make sense. Something that was so unmemorable to you was so memorable to her, it happens.â She shrugged.
âYeah, okay, butâwait me? This, this isnât about me, mom.â He caught her words, his cheeks warming. âItâs a hypothetical question for someone I know at school. Not, pfft, not for me.â
âSure.â Debbie nodded, a sly smile on her lips. âNot for you.â
âMhm. Anyway, what do you think the guy should do to get the girl to not, yâknow, hate him?â He brought a hand to rub the back of his neck, scratching his nape awkwardly as he inquired.
âSpend a lot of time with her. Even if you have to force some situations.â
âSpend... time with her?â Mark deadpanned; the solution she provided sounded too simple to work.Â
Debbie nodded, already seeing the gears turning in his head as he ingested her words. âJust find ways to be constantly around her. Show her you arenât as bad as a guy that she thought you were from whatever mistake you did.â
Mark hesitated for a moment before speaking, thinking long and hard about the simple wisdom his mom had bestowed on him.
Suddenly, he stood up, knocking his chair backwards as he ran over to the staircase. âThanks mom! That really, really helps actually!â He smiled, stepping on the stairs. He halted, popping his head around the corner. âBut again, the hypothetical situation wasnât for meâitâs for someone I know from school.â
"Sure it is, I'll believe that when pigs fly!" Debbie sang, wiggling her brows at her son that had a deep flush spread through his face.
"Nice talk, mom!" Mark waved a dismissive hand, running up the stairs to his room.
Argh, it isnât hard! ⊠Just send it⊠Send it!
Mark internally screamed at himself; his eyes glued on his phone that was laid flat on its back on the comfort of his bed.
He had been going on a cycle of pacing around the room and staring intently at his phone screen trying to convince himself that sending a message to you wasnât going to be the end of the world.
But honestlyâit might. What if you decide to block him because his first message was weird? Sure, he worked hard on it, but he worked hard on a lot of things yet still screwed it up!
He dug his fingers in his scalp, kneeling in front of the open phone screen that had a chatroom open. The profile picture of the letter of your first name was taunting him, Mark imagining it was sticking its tongue out with how stupid he looked for the past forty-five minutes.
The Vasian had already typed out the message he wanted to send, picking the best one from his notes app. Now, if only he had the strength to justâpush the send button!
Mark thought to consult William about this, but he would never live it down. His best friend didnât need a reason to actually believe that he was into âgetting offâ at mean girls.
Not that he would ever get off to you in a million years! That would be disrespectfulâand indecent! You didnât deserve to be only used as some sort of finishing material!
Mark Grayson groaned, âAaahh, what am I thinking?!â He jumped on his best, his phone bouncing. His thoughts suddenly shifted to masturbation rather than sending a text message to kick start his planâthose two didnât correlate at all!
From his momâs simple words of wisdom, he realized that she was right.
If he were to force you two to hang out with each other so frequently, you would start not hating him because of how youâll realize he was a perfect friend for you!
You wouldnât hate him anymore! Whatever he did to make you hate him so much justâpoof! Gone!
⊠But how is he supposed to make that happen when he canât even pass the first step of his plan?!
Mark bit his lip, staring up at his ceiling as he fished for his phone that he jumped next to. His fingers grazed over the open screen, accidentally hitting some letters on the keyboard as he tried to grasp for his electronic.
Ping!
His heart froze, the familiar sound of a message sending sounding next to him.
He scrambled to sit up, making his neatly folded bed a mess as he accidentally knocked down one of his pillows to the floor.
He shakily brought his phone to his eyesight, trembling as he saw what he had just done.
Mark Grayson
Heyđđ» Itâs Mark Grayson. You gave me your phone number at the mall 3 days ago. I have the photos of Invincible if you want to take a look đ Iâve been busy so forgot to show youđ z zsl
Ꮀá”˥ᶊá”á”Êłá”á”
âZ-Z-S-L?â He read his mistype out loud when his fingers accidentally brushed up against his keyboard. âWho sends Z-Z-S-L?! That wasnât supposed to be there!â He shouted, embarrassment overriding his entire nervous system.
Should I delete it? No, itâll only delete on my endânot hers! Fuck, fuck, fuckâ
Mark Grayson
Heyđđ» Itâs Mark Grayson. You gave me your phone number at the mall 3 days ago. I have the photos of Invincible if you wanna take a look đ Iâve been busy, so forgot to show youđ z zsl
Ꮏá”á”á”
(Y/N) (L/N)
oh
(Y/N) (L/N)
thats ok ig
(Y/N) (L/N)
lemme see
Mark's phone had immediately buzzed three times in only one second after he sent that message, his eyes in shock that you replied so fast. He had expected to wait for a few hours for hours to receive a response, but that seemed to be not the case.
He swallowed thickly, nervous but happy that he got your attention.
Mark Grayson
Okayđđ» Sending them nowđ
Ꮏá”á”á”
Mark Grayson
[5 photo attachments]
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Mark had only sent you a third of the pictures he had taken today, making sure to choose the best ones.
His back was up against the wall as he had his phone only centimeters away from his face, not blinking so that he would read your reaction the millisecond it seconds.
He subconsciously held his breath, the minutes ticking by so slowly. If he wasn't half viltrumite, he would've probably passed out with how long he was holding his breath for.
(Y/N) (L/N)
jsjdjsskk
(Y/N) (L/N)
my brain short circuited wtf
(Y/N) (L/N)
im legit creaming my pants
(Y/N) (L/N)
n u took those ?? thank GOD ur smooth brain didnt mess up those glorious pics
(Y/N) (L/N)
hes so fineeeeeeee
Relief crashed over him, his tense muscles relaxing as he let out a giddy laugh. He rolled to his side, his smile reaching his ears as he took a moment to reread your text messages.
Even through text, you were endearing, and it seemed like you were more softer. While you still called him stupid, it was definitely less explosive if you were physically in front of him.
God, he was so happy you liked them.
Mark Grayson
Do you believe me that I'm also an Invincible fan now?đ
Ꮏá”á”á”
(Y/N) (L/N)
idk wouldnt u like to know weather boy
Mark Grayson
?
Ꮏá”á”á”
(Y/N) (L/N)
but actually good job n the pics, theyre so up close n personal
(Y/N) (L/N)
thx
Mark let out an unimaginable squeal. It sounded inhumanâhad he always been able to make a noise like that!? Was it possible to feel this happy and overjoyed over just a few pixels?
He hurriedly replied with a thank you, trying to come off like your small praise towards him wasn't a big deal to him. Which it totally was, but you didn't need to know that.
Mark Grayson
Do you want to hangout after school? đ€
Ꮏá”á”á”
(Y/N) (L/N)
tf hell no
(Y/N) (L/N)
why would i willingly choose to be seen in public with u
(Y/N) (L/N)
i already gave to charity n that was 3 days ago
Mark Grayson
Not even if I have more Invincible stuff to show you? đ
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(Y/N) (L/N)keys
Mark Grayson raised his brow. "Keys?" He whispered, tilting his head in confusion.
(Y/N) (L/N)
fine wtv, but ur getting in my car so i can swerve in a nearby tree if i have to
(Y/N) (L/N)
i know u dont get bitches so its a new experience but
(Y/N) (L/N)
dont drool in my car ok creep
(Y/N) (L/N)
i'll bill u the cleaning fee if u do
Mark Grayson
I won't do that I promise
Ꮏá”á”á”
Mark Grayson
I'll see you at school tomorrow then! đ
Ꮀá”˥ᶊá”á”Êłá”á”
Mark Grayson
Where do you want to go after school?
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The read receipts suddenly turned into delivered, and he pursued his lips in disappointment. Though, his spirits lifted as he reminded himself that he got to successfully get you to hang out with him after school!
While the details of where you guys would be going will be fuzzy since you didn't reply, Mark still took it as a victory!
... Now, he just needs to figure out what Invincible stuff to you show you since he promised it. It couldn't be just more pictures; it had to be something more than that.
Mark sighedâat least he had 24 hours to figure it out.
keys = kill yourself
How I feel updating this fic after a month has passed:
Simon woke up with a horrible headache, a migraine you could say, it started small and evolved so quickly during the day, one with the kind of pain that makes you dizzy on the spot. He took a couple of pills, nothing happened.
Tried a cup of his herbal tea, worked for like half an hour before exploding again. So, he goes around the base like a beast, heavy steps, hard glare, more growls than actual words when he is interrupted.
Ready to complain about something regarding the cleaning of weapons when Soap shushed him "The fuck Johnny!" Growling beast, the sergeant leading him to the... The broom closet, amazing.
Small, there is nothing there, barely any light, cold, away from the noisy rooms of the base, from training grounds.
And it works, there are no white lights! No loud noises or screams, it's amazingly cold and before he knows his body is resting on top of Soap, fingertips threading his blonde hair, when did the mask disappear?.
He doesn't care, his head is not pounding anymore and the fingertips roam so lazily over, circles. Simon's eyes don't burn, his ears don't ring, the only sound is the steady heartbeat on Soap's chest, his gentle breathing up and down, up, down.
For the time being, there are no worries nor pain, if he fell asleep or not is nobody's problem, if he likes to be lulled by Johnny's heartbeat, no one should care.
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Choso was quiet. Pensive even. Every single action made him cock his head in concentration. Every word spoken had him wistfully stare into your eyes. Now is no different.
You're having a discussion about...nothing, really. You've forgotten, truly. Maybe it started with you asking about his day, and now you find yourself staring into black eyes that have a twinge of unhuman purple. His eyes shine with rapt attention, and you're beginning to stumble even in your thoughts.
You're captivated. As much as he is. Every time you pause, he sighs dreamily, and every time your eyebrows lift, his lips quirk up. In love is what you are. Choso is scary to literally everyone else, but in these moments, he is the most gentle person you have ever met. That's been the case for the longest time.
When you met, you thought that you had never seen someone so beautiful. We all want to be someone's someone. You were his, and he was yours. And he's not scary. Not in the slightest, but they way he looks at you gives you pause.
His eyebrows scruch together, and his lips tuck themselves in. He grimaces at the sound of words filtering out of your mouth. He holds a single finger up and nods thoughtfully. Then, the panic sets in.
You pause in your speech, afraid that you have somehow offended him. He notices immediately. His tongue peeks out from his mouth, and he licks at a piece of dry skin there. What's wrong with him, you wonder. And without an outward prompting, he mutters, "I am so in love with you."
when jude is dating his celebrity crush and he canât stop bragging about it.
jude bellingham x famous!reader.
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"nah but look at her, isnât she so beautiful?" he rhetorically asked vini, who was sitting next to him. the brazilian looked at him, stunned, before looking at aurelien who was laughing his ass off with camavinga at his side. "is this guy for real?" vini was so tired of his friend shoving his phone down his nose to show him your latest achievement. jude looked up from his phone, pouting. "what? am i not allowed to brag about my amazing girlfriend?" he sank deeper into his seat and smiled softly when he saw your notification, you had just posted a new story.
"the thing is, you always do this. 'guys! look at y/nâs new post, look at her new commercial, look at her new movie poster.'" camavinga mimicked jude, resulting in the british to throw a pillow at him. "i donât speak like that!" he said, frowning. "let the boy be in love, guys." tony kroos entered the hotel room the four friends were staying in. "if y/n l/n was my girlfriend iâd act the same way." he added, smiling at jude. "right? sheâs so perfect." he mumbled to himself, still smiling at his phone like a fool. "i think we should get him checked into a hospital asap." vini told aurelien.
and it was true, jude was your biggest fan out of them all. he was already a fan before even meeting you, to him you were always amazing and so talented. the story of how you met was actually funny but embarrassing if you asked jude. during one of his drunken nights with his boys, jude, who was absolutely wasted, was scrolling through your instagram feed, feeling sad that he couldnât be by your side and be your boyfriend. he was convinced youâd never be attracted to him. so he dmed you, completely drunk but he didnât care, the message itself said: 'why are you so beautifl? pls be my gf'. when he woke up in the morning, a headache killing him, he almost had a stroke when he saw that he received a dm from you. well, he dmed you first and you answered but jude didnât know it yet. imagine the horror on his face when he read his message and when he read yours.
