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decaffeinatedpartymuggoop · 17 days

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Okay, we all know being a demigod is a shit position. Its scary and gets you killed in really nasty ways. But I feel like being a Big Three Kid has to be the shitiest position in all the shit positions.

Like, imagine being Thalia Grace. Your dad is king of the gods, lord of the skies. Led a war to get rid of a tyrant. And the only thing you get is his scorned wife AND brother, who both try to kill you (with one technically succeeding), a drunk of a mother, and brother who you thought was dead. Oh, wait, he’s not dead! No instead he was used as an offering to appease your dad’s wife and help fight in a war and prevent mass destruction.

Or maybe you can imagine being Percy. Son of the sea god, the stormbringer, the earthshaker. You get to live with a disgusting, abusive man for around 6 years. Who smells like literal shit. All because your scent as a demigod is too strong, BECAUSE of who your father is. You see things that you aren’t supposed to see and do things that people can’t do and go years thinking something is wrong with you. That your the problem. Then you get to the one place where you’re supposed to be save. But! Here is the kicker! You’re not! Your uncles hate you and you’ve been accused of stealing a symbol of power. A series of events that will kick off a war, and guess what. You’re a center point for it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.

Mhm, but then there’s Hazel. Daughter Pluto, god of the underworld and riches. But that doesn’t really change anything does it? She’s still living in 1930s America, in a red state. One where confederate flags still hang if you go deep enough into the city. She go to a school where the kids are supposed to be just like her! They still don’t like her tho. She’s got no idea who your father is, only that he left her with a parting gift. Only it’s not really a gift. Sure, she can pull rubies and diamonds from the earth, all worth millions. But anyone who’s ever gonna touch it will die. She lives with her mother, a woman gone so mad with greed it kills her. And Hazel, by the way. Laying dead Alaska, inhaling oil. But it doesn’t end there! She can’t have her mother suffering for eternity, can she? The answer is no. Hazel gets to spend the next 70 years in the Fields of Asphodel. It still doesn’t end! Because when she’s brought back to life, she gets to fight in a war against giants, her sad story seemingly never ending.

Nico’s a son of one of the Big Three, one of the most ancient and most powerful. But most people look at him as something bad, something not worth taking a second glance at. Something too look away from, mostly. He’s from the 30s, spent years in a magical time casino with only his sister at his side. She doesn’t stay for long though, she dies soon after they discover their heritage. And he doesn’t remember his mother much, a name without a face. A face without a name. He survived an attempted assassination at 2, though it wouldn’t be the only time his was life was threatened. He clings to his sister, even though she’s dead. He’s the son of the god of the underworld, is he not? There had to be a way, and there is. Only she won’t talk to him, she seems more concerned with communicating with the guy who got her killed instead. She chooses rebirth, and he decides to lay it to rest. She’s not coming back, and he has a war to fight in. (He gets stuck in a jar and forcibly outed a few years later, but that’s a lot to get into for now.)

Jason Grace is a pillar of New Rome, their golden boy, their American boy. He’s a son of Jupiter, a natural born leader. He’s been at camp for as long as he can remember, he wants to be praetor soon. He’s had a rocky start, but maybe he’ll be one of the lucky ones. Retire a veteran and live a long life with Reyna in New Rome. Only that never happened. He has no idea where he is, there’s a girl holding his hand, and she’s cute but it feels wrong. They get attacked and people come in and call him a Greek demigod, familiar, yes, but still wrong. It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t put things into perspective the way it does for Piper and Leo. He’s goes to a quest to rescue Hera, the name sounds wrong. He nearly dies but at least he remembers who he is. He spends the next 6 months trying to get back home, even though he isn’t too sure on where or what home is. He gets there, eventually, but it doesn’t stop there. He’s dragged on quests and battles and fights in the war but at least he survives it, he’s still there. Apollo needs help, he and Piper give him aid. He gets dumped. He doesn’t get to he a veteran in New Rome. Not with Reyna, not with Piper, not with anybody. He doesn’t get kids or grandkids. No, he gets shot down, another demigod buried.

You could be any one of them, really. Pick your poison, but I guarantee you won’t like any of them. Spending years trying to find a place where you belong, where you feel safe. Only for it to never come.

Percy, who, if you really look at the books, isn’t really all that well liked until he’s at least 2 years into camp. Only to then be sidelined because the courages, brave, fearless daughter of Zeus is back from the dead. Nico, the son of one of the most feared and hated gods. Who has death written all over him, who excludes it so much animals can smell it and humans can sense it, who’s been ostracized and pushed off to the side since he was 10. Hazel, who was treated like disease as soon as she stepped foot on camp soil. Who’s gone her whole life looked as something that’s cursed, that will only bring misfortune, a bad omen.

Shit positions, all of them.

#Hazel and Jason make my head spin #also jaosn and Percy #I like how they both in a way didn’t want glory or to be some hero #i don’t think Jason mentions it much but they kids and grandkids mention in BOO is very telling #Percy’s is from the musical but whatever we all know the musical is canon #and show Percy thinking something is wrong with him and that he needs a mental evaluation of some kind is #everything #I’m making that canon now #I’d love to get a Thalia book #a trilogy maybe #first book is her with her mom and Jason + Luke and Annabeth on the run #ending with her dying #2nd book takes place after her resurrection and during the the war #final book is life with the hunters #and how she found peace in a world designed for her to struggle #I feel like out of all of them big three kids she’s the only one who got her happy ending #and in the fandom the hunters have gotten the reputation of being where Rick puts characters that can’t be shipped with anyone #but I really don’t think it’s the case with her #she’s also one of the only demigods where I think her story has come to a close #like it’s done #Percy’s story is almost done too #Nico and Hazel I feel aren’t quite there yet #percy jackson #thalia grace #hazel levesque #jason grace #nico di angelo #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians

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soullessjack · 2 months

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lord knows I do not have the capacity to explain it right now but I have so much disdain for how heteronormative and nuclear this fandom is hellbent on making destiel and lord knows I have an even bigger hatred for how jack is used to fuel it.

#just say you hate actual queer men and fuck off girl #you don’t want queer representation you want something palatable and sanded down and. Buzzfeed-ified I don’t fucking know #or even just how basic masculinity is treated in the fandom like oh my fucking god. queer men are not a monolith of effeminate nail painters #I am so tired and angry and I want to fall asleep but I can’t so here you get this #cal.txt #spn #supernatural #spn fandom #fandom critical #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #domestic destiel #jack kline #baby jack #you treat cas like a diet woman and dean like he eats raw liver for breakfast and jack looks like fucking junie b jones for some reason #I hate it here I truly really do and yet I can’t leave because I also love it

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the-broken-pen · 15 days

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Hiii, I love your writing! It's so great that you're back! Could you write something like two actors are playing hero/villain in a movie or theater, but both of them sometimes just gets too in character/or just gets too stuck in character, so for like moments they actually forget that they are just acting?

“You didn’t think I’d let you die by anyone else’s hand but mine, did you?” The villain cocked their head to the side, grinning.

Distantly, the hero registered the whispering of stage commands, but tuned it out.

“You can’t just kill anyone who threatens me,” they argued back. They watched as the villain’s grin sharpened.

“Watch me,” the villain whispered, stepping closer. Fake blood was drying on the side of the hero’s head, and it itched more than usual. Must be a new brand from costuming.

“I could arrest you,” they offered, but they let the hesitation show on their face. Visible enough for the camera to catch their unwillingness, no matter how fake it was. Good enough nobody could tell the difference between real and not.

“You won’t.”

The hero tipped one head to the side

“And why’s that?”

The hero shifted, leaning in towards the villain.

“Because you’re mine,” the villain whispered, tone playful as their eyes seared into the hero’s.

The hero’s mouth went dry. It wasn’t on purpose.

Something kindled in their chest.

“Oh yeah?”

The villain shrugged one shoulder in perfect time to the script, and the hero pulled the next line to the tip of their tongue—

“Prove it.”

That was not the next line.

That wasn’t a line at all.

The villain blinked just once, the only sign of surprise they would allow, before their grin widened. Their shoulders loosened into something feral, something that delighted in this change.

Something that belonged off-stage.

“I’m covered in the blood of the people who hurt you,” the villain’s voice was smooth sliding down the hero’s spine. They shivered. “What more proof do you want, love.”

They blushed furiously at the nickname, even underneath the stage makeup, and at the pleased look on the villain’s face, it was visible.

What was the line what was the line what—

Their hands fisted into the front of the villain’s costume, dragging them closer. The villain let them, hand settling on the hero’s waist in a movement far too smooth.

“I don’t know,” the hero murmured, and they were just as surprised as the villain when their lips hovered just over the other’s ear. “Why don’t you stop trying to kill me, for starters.”

The villain tugged them closer, and the hero’s eyes went to their lips.

The villain looked at the hero like they wanted to devour them.

Fuck, what had been the line—

“Oh, but you’re so pretty covered in blood, Hero,” the villain crooned, and the hero opened their mouth to say something, their tongue a separate entity from their brain at this point—

“Hold!” Someone off-stage called, and they both froze. A second later, they were halfway across the stage from one another. Slipping out of being the hero and back into being themself felt like hitting a brick wall.

If the way the villain shuddered was any indication, they had forgotten they were playing a character too.

The hero turned away to face the tech crew, hand settling over their face to hide their blush.

The villain’s gaze was molten and heavy on their shoulders, even from as far away as they were.

“I don’t think that’s in the blocking,” the stage manager frowned, flipping through the script.

None of that was the blocking. No matter how much the stage manager searched those pages they would never find those lines.

Fuck.

“Improv,” the hero choked out, flushing. “It was, uh. A creative choice—“

From behind one of the curtains, they heard a crew member snort, muttering something about teenage actors and horniness—

The villain was smirking, a wicked thing.

“Right,” the stage manager said slowly, brow furrowed from where they sat. They murmured something into their headset, eyes shifting up between the villain and the hero, before they slid a screen in front of themself.

Just barely, the hero could make out the shape of the scene they had just filmed.

The screen went black, the room silent for a moment, before the stage manager let out a long suffering sigh.

“We’re changing the blocking.”

“What?” The hero yelped.

The villain settled their hands into their pockets, unbothered and grinning.

“We’re keeping the scene,” the stage manager nodded towards their tablet, and the hero almost passed out on the spot. They watched the stage manager eye the pleased and possessive look on the villain’s face. “For now, though, let’s call it a wrap for the day.”

Shuffling began, lights flickering off, and the hero escaped to their own dressing room, panting slightly.

Dear god, they were so fucked. They had forgotten they were acting, again—

“Improv, hm?” The villain grinned, lock sliding into place. The hero hadn’t even heard them come in.

The hero groaned. “I don’t know what happened—“

“Yeah,” the villain nodded, and they were closer than they had been a moment ago.

The hero swallowed.

“I’m sorry.”

The villain raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

The hero waved one hand between them. “For, you know—“

The villain was still smiling.

It was then they remember who had fought so hard in the writers’ room for the villain and the hero to end up together.

‘Enemies to lovers,’ the villain had said, eyes dark. ‘The fans will love it. There’s been sub plot for the last two seasons.’

The directors had pushed back, but now—

Oh. The villain wasn’t mad.

They were pleased.

The hero choked.

“You,” the hero tried.

“Me,” the villain agreed, and then they were kissing, all-consuming and desperate.

They made a noise in the back of their throat, the villain twining their hand into the hero’s hair.

“You forgot you were acting,” the villain murmured against their lips, and kissed them again before the hero could defend themself. “That I’m not really your villain and you aren’t my hero.”

The villain settled the hero onto the counter, coming to stand between their legs, one hand on their hip.

“Fuck,” they gasped, and they could feel the villain’s grin against their skin.

“Mhm.”

Somehow, the hero’s arms had ended up looped over the villain’s shoulders.

“Maybe stop killing people, and I’ll consider it,” they said between breaths.

“What?” The villain pulled back slightly.

“The line I forgot,” the hero said. They could drown in the villain’s eyes, they were sure of it. “Maybe stop killing people—“

“Don’t care,” the villain bit out, and then their mouth was on the hero’s again and nothing else mattered.

Maybe they weren’t truly hero and villain—but god were they good at pretending.

Three months later, the internet couldn’t decide what was better—that finally, after years, the hero and villain had ended up together on screen; or that off stage, their actors were desperately, hopelessly in love too.

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nemmet · 9 months

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i can’t believe that be cool scooby doo is a show that actually exists (/pos)

#NOTHING COULD HAVE POSSIBLY PREPARED ME FOR THIS EPISODE #I LOVED EVERY SECOND IT MADE MY DAY #i just think it’s neat that fred canonically knows how to do eyeliner and they treat it as a normal thing and don’t mock him for it #he’s just living his best magician life and i am very proud of him :’)#yet another iconic fred hyperfixation to add to the list #also i typically spell it like ‘freddie’ when it comes to fred scooby doo but i used the ‘freddy’ spelling to keep the pun intact lmao #scooby doo #be cool scooby doo #scooby doo fanart #fred jones #fred scooby doo #fred jones fanart #nem art :)#scooby doo and nemmet too!

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dykedvonte · 1 month

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Ulysses obsession with the Courier is a special type of sad to me cause the Courier’s part was so important but so unwitting. They had no idea what was in the package they delivered and neither did he. Neither had an idea of what it could’ve done and the Courier was only caring out their job (mind you the Courier could be killed via notes in the express contract if they don’t). To them it was just another regular delivery to the divide and one that they likely thought would help, just like all the ones before.

It’s so tragic for Ulysses to hold so much ire to the Courier when it really was the case of it could’ve been anyone. Anyone could have delivered that package but they did and so he focused the blame on them and it destroys what he is trying to instill in the courier on a fundamental level.

#like yeah the courier delivered the package but in the end that’s a job #any random courier could’ve delivered it especially since we know in the past the factions were farther apart and this travel was a smidge #safer but courier six got it and this Ulysses blamed them #like I don’t care much for Ulysses because I think lonesome road embodies don’t shoot the messenger at it core #and what people focus on doesn’t focus on the fact that in the bigger picture #everything went wrong because two factions were at war and at some point the codes would have been delivered #and the divide destroyed cause with how close it is to NCR territory it would of been found #like there is an inevitable and too many people treat Ulysses as if he knows more or is more aware of the idiosyncrasies of conflict #when he’s like fundamentally flawed just at the standard of being a legion apologist STILL and just how focused he is on one persons #involvement cause yeah choices matter even the small one but I think Veronica’s quest says it best with a line from the courier #you can’t control what they do #like the courier couldn’t and can’t control what they deliver and yet it’s got them in hot water multiple times #like do you think they enjoy being shot or knowing they are indirectly responsible for activating the annihilation of a community #to me it’s hypocrisy to be willing to end the world or one world to prove a point and whatever argument made that only military factions #suffer forget there are innocent civilians suffering that had no part and Ulysses is no better than the Courier #I don’t like devils advocate and a lot of the dlc just feels like that but idk I know people love it but the depth is just not there for mr #ulysses fnv #fallout #fallout new vegas #courier six #the courier #lonesome road #the courier has very little personality outside what we give them but some lines and delivery paint a picture #like uhhhh undertale deltarune rules ig

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giddlygoat · 11 months

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i don’t want to finish these so i’m tossing them into the graham sketch corner

#ttcc #graham payser #graham ness payser #the pacesetter #toon town: corporate clash #giddly’s art #he’s so loser. i love him #i tried stealing from the color palette of the painting there on the right and it was wacky adjusting to unusual values #i love how shiny everything looks in that style tho. props to the artist #ALSO i know the guitars are wacky. i accept that i don’t have a great grasp on guitars yet

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its-not-sof · 1 year

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intimately aware

mark (fluff + smut)

summary: romanticizing the concept of knowing your partner deeply, and finding the joy of discovering something new. a series of vignettes capturing moments of everyday intimacy.

January 12th - 7:34am

“Y/N, it’s time to get up,”

You whined at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. It felt like it had only been a second since your alarm went off, you promised you were only closing your eyes for just one minute longer. You mumbled a half-hearted unintelligible retort as you sunk right back into your pillows. It wasn’t your fault that your new sheets were so comfy.

Mark smiled and laughed at your groggy display.

“I know it’s nice and warm under there, but I also know you’re going to hate me if I let you be late for work again.”

You groaned, turning your back to him indignantly.

“Just five more minutes…” you pleaded sleepily.

“You said that five minutes ago, love.”

“Yeah, but this time I mean it…” you mumbled, curling into your covers.

Mark smirked.

“I promise you’ll feel better once you’re up and in the shower.”

You closed your eyes again, silent,

“I promise I’ll make you feel better once you’re up and in the shower…”

The addendum suddenly piqued your interest, as you rolled over to face Mark.

“Promise?”

Mark smiled.

“I promise. Now get over here, pretty girl…”

With that, you were coaxed out from beneath the covers, following Mark’s enthusiastic lead to your bathroom.

February 13th - 8:39pm

“Are you sure about this?” You asked quietly.

Mark searched your hesitant gaze.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Y/N,” he replied, lacing your fingers in his and placing a kiss to the back of your hand.

You breathed out an anxious sigh. You desperately hoped they would like you.

“I’m nervous,” you mumbled, glancing off to the side.

“Don’t be. They’re going to love you just as much as I do,” Mark whispered, sincerely. “Well, it’s pretty hard to top how much I love you, so that might be a stretch,” he joked, smiling at you to brighten your mood.

You took a deep breath as Mark turned off the car engine and stepped out. You followed suit, putting on your best smile.

You hoped they’d see just how much you loved their son.

March 9th - 1:26am

“You like that, huh?”

You whimpered beneath your boyfriend’s touch, his fingers finding your most sensitive bud with practiced ease. He gently teased you, giving slight pressure, just the way he knew you liked it.

“M-Mark,” you moaned, breathing heavy.

He quickly removed his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth and making a show of sucking them clean. You suddenly whined at the loss of contact.

“You drive me insane,” you murmured, slamming your lips against his, pulling him closer.

Mark’s hands continued their exploration down your figure, roughly palming your flesh and gripping you with a fierce possessiveness. He began to trail hot kisses down your throat, nipping and sucking at your delicate skin.

“Mark, I need you to fuck me,” you begged, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Mark smiled in between kisses, deliberately slowing down again.

“Now, Mark, please…” you murmured. “I can’t handle your teasing tonight.”

Mark smirked.

“You know me too well, pretty girl…”

April 27th - 3:34pm

“How much longer, Y/N?”

You had been sitting in front of your laptop all day, answering emails, working on assignments, and overall taking way too long for your impatient boyfriend to handle.

“Just a few more minutes, love, I promise,” you answered. Mark pouted.

“You said that an hour ago, babe,” he retorted, bringing his chair closer to your desk. You sighed.

“Yeah, but this time I mean it,” you smiled at him sweetly, knowing you were pushing your luck.

“C’mon, Y/N, just give me an hour and I’ll let you work all night if you want to,” Mark pleaded. Your lips curled into a smirk at his words.

“I hope I’m working on something much more fulfilling all night, Mark,” you chided, finally stepping away from your computer and into his waiting arms. Mark smiled.

“I knew I’d get you eventually,” he bragged, shifting your body across his lap and pulling you in for a soft kiss. You rolled your eyes but inevitably curled into his embrace.

“You get me for one hour, love. Don’t make me regret it…” you murmured, ghosting your lips across his neck.

Mark’s ears perked up at your suddenly suggestive tone. Not another moment passed before he lifted you up into his arms and carried your giggling self to straight your bedroom.

May 21st - 6:32pm

“Mark…”

You stared at your boyfriend from across the bedroom. What on earth was he thinking?

“What? I thought you liked surprises, Y/N?”

Mark glanced back at you innocently, giving you his best puppy eyes.

Your cheeks flamed in embarrassment as you looked at your boyfriend’s idea of a “surprise”.

“I can’t wear this, Mark…” you mumbled. Your fingers brushed the skimpy lace garment neatly wrapped with care in the luxury box in front of you. Just looking at it set your insecurities ablaze. Mark sighed softly, taking a step closer to you.

“Y/N,” he began, closing the box and gently taking your hand in his. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset.” You shook your head quickly.

“I’m not upset! I just— I’ve never— I’m not used to getting gifts like this,” you stuttered. “I didn’t know you wanted to see me in something like this, I guess I’m a little bit embarrassed. It’s not your fault.”

Mark smiled, brushing your hair away from your face and bringing your hesitant gaze back to his sincere eyes.

“Well, the surprise wasn’t supposed to be that I want to see you in that, Y/N,” he murmured. “You know how sexy you are to me, right? But I want you to be comfortable too. Next time, I’ll ask you first.”

You nodded silently, leaning into his tender touch.

“I’ll wear it, but just for you, okay?”

June 10th - 12:24am

“Can you keep doing that, please…”

Your boyfriend sighed in your arms as you ran your fingers through his soft, dark hair. You smiled, lightly scratching your fingers against his scalp.

“Of course,” you murmured, relishing in the fact that you got to hold him close and make him feel good for once. These moments were becoming scarce, with his schedules seemingly never-ending and your own career taking off it was hard to find moments of quiet intimacy.

Mark’s breathing began to even out, slowing slightly as he relaxed into your embrace. You pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, pulling him closer to your chest.

“I love you, sweet boy.”

July 23rd - 7:45pm

“Mark, have you seen my—“ you called to your boyfriend before abruptly colliding into him.

“These?” He teased, holding up your favorite pair of shoes.

You glared at him playfully before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, taking the shoes from his grasp.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. “I guess I’m just a little scatterbrained today.”

Mark smiled.

“It’s no problem, I know you always forget where your shoes are when you leave them by the front door.”

You gave your boyfriend a grateful look, slipping your shoes on quickly.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you declared. “How do I look?”

Mark’s eyes lingered on your body, noting how the dress you chose showed little skin but somehow made you even more alluring to him. He smirked.

“If I answer with what that dress makes me what to do to you, we’re not going to make it out the door in time,” he murmured, drawing you close and pressing a kiss on your neck, not wanting to mess up your carefully applied makeup.

You giggled at his response and playfully pushed him off you.

“Alright, settle down, pretty boy,” you replied, quickly kissing his cheek.

Your lip gloss left a shiny pout mark on his face, but he didn’t seem to mind. He wanted nothing more than to show everyone tonight that the prettiest girl in the room was all his.

August 1st - 11:52pm

”Mark…”

A small mumble of your boyfriend’s name tumbled from your lips as you slept fitfully. He still wasn’t home, and as ashamed as you might be to admit it, you never slept the same without him there.

After tossing and turning for what felt like ages, you heard the sound of your bedroom door opening.

You turned to face the direction of the noise, and you smiled when you saw your boyfriend’s tired form heading towards your bed.

“Mmm… Hi, love,” you whispered, waiting for him to join you under the covers. Mark cradled your face in his hands gently.

“I’ll be back after I shower, I know you can’t sleep without me,” he teased, kissing your forehead.

Once your boyfriend was back in bed with you, you felt your body relax into his arms. Mark shifted closer to you, burying his face in your hair.

“I missed you, today,” he admitted softly. You let out a soft sigh.

“I always miss you, Mark,” you mumbled, stroking his cheek.

You boyfriend stilled, hesitating before he spoke.

“I don’t want you to have to miss me, Y/N. I promise you’ll never have to sleep alone,” he murmured. “Soon…”

September 27th - 10:32am

You slept in on your day off, since rolling out of bed in the mid-morning was a luxury you could hardly ever afford.

You stretched as you made your way to the kitchen. Your tired gaze nearly missed the surprise waiting for you on the counter.

‘for Y/N—

enjoy your day off, sleepyhead :)

all my love — M’

Your favorite iced coffee drink sat next to the handwritten note, a small heart drawn on the side of the cup. You smiled to yourself and wondered how you got so lucky.

October 31st - 10:15pm

“You’re so cute when you do that.”

Your boyfriend smiled bashfully.

“What are you talking about?”

You laughed and pushed his hair away from his face.

“When you do that thing with your lips. You always bite your lower lip when you’re thinking hard about something. What’s on your mind, Mark?”

Your boyfriend laughed and looked down at his lap, suddenly shy.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered.

You gave him a disapproving look. You knew he was hiding something. Mark sighed in defeat.

“It’s just— seeing you giving out candy to all those kids trick-or-treating tonight made me think about how you would be as a mom. I know it’s weird, but I kind of liked it…” he admitted, avoiding your gaze.

You smiled faintly.

“Do you want kids someday, Mark?”

Your boyfriend hesitated before turning to look at you.

“Yeah, I think I do. I’ve never thought about it until recently, but my god, a little version of… you and me would be so fucking cute.”

You stared at your boyfriend, an unfamiliar feeling bubbling up inside you.

“I think I want that too,” you whispered, pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

Mark responded in kind, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

“I love you, Y/N…”

November 6th - 6:35pm

“Mark, come back… it’s too cold without you,” you whined as you boyfriend got up from the couch.

“I’ll be right back, Y/N, I promise,” he answered, kissing the top of your head.

Your heating was out during the coldest time of the year, and you decided to use your boyfriend as a replacement heat source. Mark had no complaints, immediately volunteering to hold in his arms while you worked on your emails.

You shivered slightly in his absence, pulling your blanket around your shoulders.

“I’m back, c’mere,” Mark opened his arms and coaxed you back onto his lap. Once you were settled again, he sighed into your shoulder.

“Hey, Mark,” you murmured, hesitantly.

Mark hummed in acknowledgement, waiting for you to continue.

You took a deep breath, hesitating before letting out a small sigh.

“It’s nothing,” you whispered, relaxing back in his arms.

Mark closed his eyes, content to hold you close as long as you’d let him.

December 29th - 8:47pm

“Mark— Ah!”

You cried out as your boyfriend teased you through your third climax that night. His tongue flicked and swirled across your heat, making you squirm against his face. Mark slowly pulled away, admiring his work.

“Do you have one more round in you, pretty girl?” he murmured, pressing soft kisses on your inner thighs, sucking and biting the smooth flesh.

Your breathing was still labored and your eyes slid closed for a moment, coming down from the pleasure high you’d just experienced.

“Give me just a second, okay?” You huffed, a smile stretching across your face as you finally caught your breath.

Mark moved to brush your hair away from your face and steal your waiting lips in a passionate kiss.

“Y/N…” he whispered your name like a prayer, reverently admiring your post-coital afterglow expression.

You slowly opened your eyes and lost yourself in his intense gaze.

“I love you,” you whispered, brushing your fingers across his cheek, moving to stroke his hair the way you knew he liked.

“Can I show you how much I love you, Y/N?” Mark whispered, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

You smiled.

“Please,” you replied, capturing his lips in another kiss.

Mark smiled, and instead of returning to his previous position, he reached over to your nightstand drawer.

You watched his movements, confused, until he returned to you with a small velvet box in his fingers.

“Y/N, will you—“

“Yes.”

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