#so i...

much unwillingly you pick the phone up and see mark's name flashing on the screen but with the sleepiness still smoothing every little bone within you, you just placed the phone back down and went back to sleep.

or at least tried...

it wasn't like mark to be calling at this ungodly hour so once you hear the phone stop buzzing your heart feels at ease until 2 seconds later the phone starts buzzing again.

uffing you pick up the phone 'you better not be drunk mark lee' is the first thing you say

'hi y/n! actually...' you try to listen to the background noises but the only thing you can hear is a small giggle and mark scoffing at someone

'I'm not drunk but... ' he says nervously and even if your eyes can't completely open from the sleep state you can still picture him scratching his nape as he smiles with a glint of anxiety.

'what's wrong then? is everything ok? is Johnny there?' you ask, knowing they share apartment.

'well johnny is here, yes' mark scoffs 'and ill be beating him up for this, but here goes nothing'

it's almost 4 am and mark's conversation doesn't make sense to your half asleep brain so you just hold the phone to your ear with a confused expression.

'y/n' he calls your name, his voice nervous but somehow determined 'I called you because I have something to tell you' and you hear the giggles again 'I like you'.

'wha.. mark?' your heart was now beating hardly against your ribcage and if you were half awake 5 seconds ago now you are halfway about to have an heart attack.

'I like you, y/n' he repeats his voice filled with something like hopefulness 'I like you and I want to ask you out on a date, a simple coffee or maybe a movie. whenever you can and if you want to of course because I understand if yo-'

'mark' you cut him as he starts to stumble on his words 'I like you too, mark. and I'll go on a date but let's decide it later maybe... when the sun rises maybe!?'

and you almost hang the call when you don't get a reply from him but then you hear the incredulous/ happy laugh from Mark and a "oh my god man, she said yes" and you can't help to smile silently because he was too thick to have noticed your flirting on all classes you share, lunches and study sessions if it wasn't for johnny to literally draw out the signs.

So here is my version, of "choose your favourite song out of the top 5 that played when I shuffled my playlist"

Randomly had a dream starring a character who you used to write for, that kicks you in the muse for them all over again?

Because now I'm low-key thinking of adding Margo back as a muse as a result of exactly that. She was always fun, and I just haven't been giving her the love she deserves lately, and...

I just miss writing her!

♡･ﾟ: *  UNPROMPTED !   ┊   always accepting.  ↳   @bhaarga​​  has entered the fox den:   Sacred lotus blossoms are held out like an offering, or they would be an offering if they came from anyone else. For him, this God of Absolution - Destruction given flesh, they are a gift, carved from his own thoughts, his mechanical heart. It is hello, it has been so long. It is almost, almost 'I have missed you,' but his heart does not know how to translate the feeling into words. He holds them out and his eyes seek her own. His mouth curls ever so slightly.

THERE IS A PREVIOUSLY UNEQUALLED SONG ECHOING INSIDE HER TIGHT RIBCAGE, a grand  &  hypnotic  &  harmonious melody that fills the vacant spacing betwixt fragile bones and that builds a holy cathedral in the ancient marrow within  ;  it’s a siren song, a merciless string of divinely crafted notes that pulls her closer into the soothing embrace of a something that is entirely foreign to her  (  it feels warm  &  cold at the same time, the KISS OF DEATH  &  THE KISS OF THE MAIDEN conjoined into one  )  . 

For naught but a fleeting moment, the demoness is wholly overwhelmed by sentimental inertia. Her body does not move, not even her fur-coated appendages dare to ruin this instant with their fervent sways   ──   Still she remains, desperately holding her ichorous muscle in her clawed hands with the unique purpose of cruelly hindering it from SINGING, from externalizing all the flutters  &  all the missed beats that are oh so disgustingly uncharacteristic for someone who has long since been known to be a MAN-EATER. But such visceral things cannot be contained by mortal means and they soon begin to flow... Her hostility is vanquished, her cracked soul is completely stripped of its defenses and in the eyes of a god, SHE STANDS BARE.