#that bum

cake

I can’t stop looking at this...

i am just the tiniest bit disappointed that the george costanza image does not feature ridiculous awful victorian underwear

i don’t want you to be disappointed, please accept this quick doodle

Summary: Mark is still jealous and determined… but, how do you feel?

So, in contrast to the last, I thought it’d be good to get this from Reader’s perspective to show both! This is a lot shorter, but hopefully you’ll like it all the same! ;3 Also, recommend listening to this while reading! (Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys) 

Part One

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Enjoy!

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    The slamming of doors had become a constant in your life by now, but that didn’t mean they would hurt any less. Rising tempers caused another fight between you and Evan, for the past few weeks, it seemed like that was all you did anymore. There wasn’t any sentiment or love between you, just pent up frustration and misunderstandings. He’d been so upset lately… You never knew why, you’d try to help- only he would push you away and get pissy. Which in turn, would make you upset and for the first few times, you just walked away. But after a while, you began to fight back and try to figure out what was wrong. He’d never say- but the fighting seemed like an endless loop of going back and forth between each other. Then, the two of you’d storm off, either leaving the apartment or disappearing into your room.

      It was just exhausting by this point.

     Maybe that was why you spend more time with Mark.

     You knew it was probably wrong; spending time with an ex as you fight with your boyfriend- usually not the ideal situation, right? But, that was your situation. The worst part about it was that you started to have feelings for him again, yet your feelings towards Evan had only declined. You felt guilty; you weren’t cheating on him, of course, though it somehow felt like you were still betraying him. Albeit, were you even sure if you wanted to be with Evan anymore?

     You weren’t, but the sound his door makes- the pounding, smashing sound against the its frame that meant he was upset with you, it hurt and gave a gut wrenching feeling that you hated beyond belief. Whatever caused you two to fall so low, also made you want to escape- escape directly into the loving embrace of your ex and feel the warmth that you’ve missed.

     That’s why, even after the argument today, you went to see Mark in a hope that he’d be able to brighten your day in a way that Evan no longer could. 

      But, you didn’t expect to be in the situation you were in now. Stuffed together on a couch, sat between his legs and back against his chest as he absentmindedly played a game, you’d be playing along if it weren’t for your distracted mind. There were too many thoughts that buzzed about in your mind and they wouldn’t let you focus.   

     Your stare was blank and held sorrow- not many words were shared, instead, you enjoyed listening to the rhythm of his heart and the feeling of the rise and fall of his chest, it brought you peace like many times before. You felt his muscles move as he played and soon, your eyes shifted from the screen and onto him.

     A ghost of a smile crept up on your lips, this moment reminded you so much of the past.

     You missed Mark, there was no doubt about that. These were the secrets you held in your heart, and they were a lot harder to hide than you thought they’d be. It almost seemed as if Mark knew, and even more so, shared them. Could that have been possible?

     If he did, then was it even worth hiding them?

     Before you knew it, a consequential confession slipped past your lips.

     “I’m breaking up with Evan.”

     It came out as a mumble, it caught an ounce of Mark’s attention, but he hadn’t heard exactly what you said.

     “Say again?”

     “I’m breaking up with Evan.” You repeated, louder this time. It caught his full attention, he paused the game to look at you- though you could tell he wasn’t surprised. 

     “What happened?” That was his question, and quite frankly, you let out a soft laugh at that. Mark must have known, didn’t he? It was so plain to see, after all.

      You sat up, made contact with those beautiful brown orbs and as the clock ticked away, the two of you got lost in each other’s eyes. Your answer was simple and hardly audible, but he seemed to hear it as loud as day.

     “You.”

    Mark’s breath caught in his throat as you watched his reaction, he wasn’t upset and if anything, it looked as if a new light or wave of glee spread across his features. A hand reached out and caressed your cheek, you felt your heart racing and you swore you could hear it too. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled you closer and soon with both his and your own eyes shut, his lips brushed against yours. You returned the action that unknowingly sent his heart a flame. The silent conversation stopped, though the feelings lingered and with foreheads pressed together and smiles spread across lips, you opened your eyes to meet his warm, mesmerizing gaze.

     “Mark?”

     “Yeah?”

     “I wanna be yours,” You needed to be, you were like a moth drawn to his light. Evan, well, he was a glow stick in comparison to Mark’s Olympic torch. You wanted to be with him again, you wanted to be his.

      “You’ve no idea how happy that makes me, chickadee,” And sure enough, you watched as his eyes lit up with exuberance.

     You were certain your eyes mirrored his own in this loving moment. It felt as though this moment liberated your heart from the oppressing clouds of frustration Evan created. And soon after this realization, you dove back in for another kiss from the man who freed you.

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I’m in a group chat with a few other people from my AP Art class when I was in HS and a while back I changed the icon to Cory’s butt and it has yet to be changed.