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#4 Batboys and their text:

[digitald0rk]

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* NERD ALERT ! [ 2 ]

pairing : mark grayson x gn!reader.

synopsis : nerding out with your beloved bf :3

warnings : slightly suggestive and uh the usual pet names? he calls you his angel too <3 NOT PROOFREAD!! also mentions of dante sparda because the dmc anime is coming out 'm so excited!!!

w.c : 1.5 k.

a/n : THANK U SM FOR 200+ FOLLOWERS WHAT THE HELL SJSHJEHSLSKD. love you all <3

taglist : @vm4879bb-blog @hihowyoudoin00 @fairii-majii [ lemme know if you wanna be added too ]

READ PART [ 1 ] HERE !

if you're into video games, he's going out of his way to learn all about your faves.

when it comes to fighter games, thinks he's soooo slick looking up combos and learning them, he's all like “heh :3 gonna sweep them off their feet” and then gets absolutely BODIED LMAO.

if you show him no mercy he'll eventually start to get frustrated, not at you obviously you're his previous angel <3

“i’m not sulking.” he says, while clearly sulking. he was supposed to impress you! why are you so good at this :(

if he doesn't get a single win he's gonna suffocate one of your plushies when you're out of sight, it keeps staring at him, is that little fella mocking him? oh it'll pay for that.

you look at him amusedly when you come back to see the very obvious dent on your plushie, caused by a certain someone's fist.

“mark.” your eyes dart between the deformed head of your plushie and your boyfriend, biting back a smile.

“yeah baby?” he's all :3 bats his eyelashes all pretty at you, acting like he didn't just beat the shit out of your plushie like BOY YOU'RE NOT SLY.

but he is pretty, so you'll spare him, for now, not in the game though :p

on the topic of video games, he's actually decent at competitive games :] he loves playing them with you but if you die in the middle of a match he gets unmotivated to finish it (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

unless someone was trying to rizz you up or something during the game then yeah, HE'S GOING TO WIN.

do not play dress to impress in front of this man, he gets awfully competitive about it.

“pretty sure even cecil can dress better than that.”

“baby i think that's an eight year old.”

“still, cecil has more drip.”

gets all smug when he wins, god forbid he's not in top three he's gonna go on a rant about how unfair the world is.

he'll always vote for your fits positively though! even though they might be…. questionable at times but he loves his baby :D

minecraft with your boyfriend is actually really fun! except he accidentally set the palace that you built on fire once and literally REFUSED to touch the game for weeks after that (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

will get sad if an animal dies :(

has names for all your dogs and cats, calls them your children.

“don't forget, we gotta feed our children babe.” he tells you, sipping on his milkshake.

and normally you'd smile and say something equally silly except for the fact that you two were currently hanging out with a couple of friends and that sentence certainly earned some looks.

“you two-”

“in minecraft!” you'd clarify, and cue the feigned annoyance filled groans and mutters of how you two are insufferable.

also one time he got so invested in building that he literally stayed up for ten hours, building the perfect wedding venue for you two!

asked [ forced ] everyone to make minecraft accounts and invited them all to your wedding in minecraft.

he kisses you in real life too when your characters “smooch” in the pixelated game.

he's gonna marry you for real one day, just you wait.

his irises turn into literal hearts when you pull up in a cosplay.

he would also love to cosplay with you!

bonus points if it's one of his favorite characters, his ass is NOT TAKING HIS HANDS OFF OF YOU LMAOOOOOO.

and if you two do end up getting freaky, like roleplaying as the characters then yeah rip bed.

matching literally anything! matching kirby socks? sure why the hell not. matching seance dog mugs? hell yeah! he's all for it!

and yes, you two have some nerdy matching pj set.

and matching underwear too :3 you jokingly bought them but he isn't playing around when he wears them seance dog boxers!

you both keep trying to recruit oliver in one of your favorite fandoms, although the little thraxan has other plans.

“guys no im not watching [ insert media name here ] !” “but oliverrr :(”

you're bother super annoying <3

sometimes mark will send you photos of oliver enjoying some piece of media you're into and act like a proud dad.

you two go to comic con together and get carried away, ending up with wayyy too much merch.

“mark, baby i love you but i don't think we need another signed poster.” you try reasoning with him, only to eat those words back the second he flashes you his sad puppy dog eyes.

you sigh, he really has you wrapped around his finger, doesn't he?

but you have him wrapped around your finger too, because when you look at him like that, asking him to take you to this signing event of your favorite foreign author, he wastes no time in picking you up and flying you wherever you want <3

no matter the time, he just wants to see his sweetheart happy :]

you two are insufferable with your references, sometimes people think you two are talking in some alien language.

rex hears mark on the phone, just who the hell is dante sparda? and why has mark mentioned this name like thirty thousand times in the past half an hour he's been on the phone with you?

as rex said, “you two match each other's freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public.”

“hey babe i got us these matching swords!” he smiles, all happy at four in the morning at your window like it's the most normal thing ever.

you squint a little before making out the sword's design, oh it's from your favorite game.

he doesn't protest in the slightest when you attack him with kisses, this is where he belongs.

he adores movie nights, you two cuddled up on his bed, watching something he loves? he's never been happier.

you two once had to stop making out because the plot got thicker, so you two locked in! even though your lips are swollen and shiny just like his from the shared passion a few minutes ago. he could care less about the next plot hole when you're right here, pressed up against him.

he can't stop staring at your lips, god you're addicting.

he snaps out of it when his favorite character dies though ⁠(⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠∧⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠) aw man.

building legos together! he gets all bashful when you praise him when he finishes a part of the main piece.

reward him with kisses and he'll melt.

he once tried making you pancakes, except he tried to draw one of your favorite characters with the pancake batter. and he's no artist, but he tried his best.

he's now on his 48458th attempt and it's looking like your favorite character….a little….. not really.

he'll just douse them in maple syrup, that makes everything better.

when you question the odd shaped pancakes in your sleepy dazed state, he ends up telling you the truth, embarrassed.

but when you kiss him oh so softly, your kiss far sweeter than any maple syrup, his nervousness melts off until all there's left is you.

you and only you.

you two take those extremely specific uquiz quizes together like "which xyz character would hate you the most" or "who do you kin from xyz"

if he doesn't get his fav when he takes a "which character are you from seance dog" quiz he'll be all :[

"this is rigged." he says, taking another one in hopes of getting his favorite character this time.

going to the sea and painting on the pebbles and rocks with him, he loves watching the sunlight reflect off of your hair, you look like an angel, his angel. and god your eyes-

“hey does this look like eric cartman?” you show him the paintwork on your rock, snapping him out of his lovesick trance.

“babe, why is he on ozempic?” that comment makes you two giggle.

he continues, “should've picked a bigger rock, my love.”

“i saved that one for you….. you know, if we were penguins i would you the shiniest, prettiest rock i could find, which is this one so….” you shift closer to him, placing the pretty rock onto his palm.

he presses a kiss to the side of your head, fiddling with the rock in his hand. “you're adorable.”

he presses a kiss to that same rock when he's away from you on a mission, it grounds him, knowing you're there, waiting for him.

when you two end up moving in together, unpacking things takes less time than decorating your shared room.

hanging posters with him, asking him if they're centred. putting your favorite figurines on the shelves along with your favorite comics, building your own safe haven. the whole room embodies you both so well, anyone who sets foot in this room would instantly be met with a bunch of your and his interests.

his dumbass <3 accidentally ends up leaving one of his figurines on the bed, so when you two are needily making out and grinding, excited that you two wouldn't have to be quiet or keep your voices down — straddling him and pushing him down on the bed, he lets out a small squeal of surprise.

you two stop, looking at each other all 0_0

“sorry, i think-” he starts, reaching behind his back to pull out the culprit of poking him in the back, and surely it was none other than his favorite seance dog figurine, the absurdity of it all is enough to make you chuckle, he laughs sheepishly with you. a little embarrassed that seance dog ruined the sexy atmosphere.

but when you put the figurine on the nightstand, turning it to face the wall, he realizes he's gonna have the best night of his life.

and oh boy was he right :3

© digitald0rk 2025. do not translate, copy or steal any of my work RAHHHH. thanks for reading and remember you're awesomesauce! want more? click here ★

[iamgonnagetyouback]

PRACTICE MAKES A SURGEON PERFECT.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ R. LUPIN

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you started dating remus, you’ve learned that he’s full of little surprises. but nothing prepares you for the moment he asks to practice braiding your hair—only to find out the real reason why, and suddenly, you’re falling in love with him all over again

WARNINGS ಇ. fluff, so much softness it might make your heart ache, remus being the most gentle and loving man ever, you falling hopelessly in love A/N ಇ. fell in love with remus all over again ‹𝟹

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The evening is slow, the kind that stretches between the golden lamplight and the hush of a world at rest. You’re curled up on the couch, a book open in your lap, but your eyes keep flickering toward the man beside you.

Remus is quiet, fresh from a shower, his hair still slightly damp, his body dressed in the soft familiarity of an old sweater and sweatpants. There’s something so comforting about him like this, settled and warm, but there’s also a hesitance to him tonight, a pause in the way his fingers tap absently against his knee.

Then, a breath. A clearing of his throat.

“Can I practice something?”

Your brow lifts. “That depends,” you say, closing your book slightly. “What are you practicing?”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. “Braiding.”

The answer catches you off guard, but not unpleasantly so. “My hair?”

He nods. “If you don’t mind.”

It’s such a simple request, but the thought of his hands in your hair, of him sitting here with you, so quiet and careful, makes something tender unfurl in your chest.

You shift slightly, gathering your hair over one shoulder before glancing up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Go ahead, doctor.”

The couch dips as he moves closer. Then, the first touch—his fingers threading through your hair, warm and steady. He’s careful, dividing the strands with an almost reverent gentleness, and yet there’s something sure about the way he handles you, like he’s done this before.

His breath is soft against your shoulder, his touch delicate, and you let your eyes drift shut for a moment, allowing yourself to sink into the warmth of it.

“That’s cute,” you murmur.

He hums in acknowledgment. “What is?”

“That you’re practicing.” A smile tugs at your lips. “Is it for our future daughter?”

There’s the slightest pause, his fingers hesitating before continuing their careful work.

“No,” he says simply.

Your brow furrows, curiosity blooming. “No?”

His fingers tighten slightly around the strands, barely noticeable. “Not exactly.”

You grin. “Oh, is it for other girls, then?” The question is meant to be teasing, lighthearted, but the moment it leaves your mouth, you feel the way he stills, just for a second.

“Of course not.” His voice is steady, but there’s something in it—something firm, like the idea itself is absurd.

You blink, tilting your head slightly. “Then who—”

“It’s for my patients.”

The world stills.

You shift slightly, trying to see his face. “What?”

He doesn’t stop braiding, fingers moving with quiet precision. “The little girls before their surgeries,” he explains. “They can’t go into the OR with loose hair—it has to be tied back. But some of them don’t know how, or their parents aren’t there to do it for them.” He pauses. “So I do it.”

And just like that, your heart aches.

You can see it now. Small girls, nervous in their hospital gowns, sitting on the edge of their beds with their hands clasped tightly in their laps. And then there’s Remus—soft-spoken, gentle, kneeling in front of them, carefully weaving their hair into neat braids before surgery. Talking to them in that quiet, steady way of his, making sure they feel safe.

“Remus.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

He ties off the braid at the end of your hair, his thumb grazing your shoulder in a lingering touch.

“It helps,” he says simply. “Gives them something familiar. Makes things a little less scary.”

Something inside you shatters—not in a painful way, but in a way that makes it hard to breathe, hard to hold the sheer depth of your love for him inside your chest.

Without thinking, you turn, shifting onto your knees to face him fully. He looks at you, confused at first, but there’s a quiet patience in his expression, a willingness to let you feel whatever this is.

Your hands lift before you even realize it, fingers brushing along the sharp edge of his jaw, tracing the warmth of him, memorizing the way he feels beneath your touch.

“You are unbelievable,” you whisper, voice thick.

His lips twitch slightly. “Am I?”

You nod, your fingers curling lightly at the nape of his neck. “You sit there and tell me something like that, like it’s nothing, like it’s just some casual part of your day—” You pause, shaking your head. “And you don’t even realize—”

He exhales a quiet laugh, tilting his head slightly. “Realize what?”

“That I love you,” you say simply, honestly, achingly.

A breath. Just a small, quiet moment before his eyes soften completely, something tender and endless settling into them.

He doesn’t say anything at first. He just looks at you, really looks at you, and then his hand lifts, fingers ghosting along your cheek, the side of your neck, your shoulder—like he’s committing you to memory.

And then, slowly, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours in the kind of kiss that says everything.

It’s slow, gentle, something deep and unshakable, something that lingers. He kisses you like he’s trying to make sure you understand, like he’s trying to return every ounce of feeling you’ve just given him.

When you finally pull away, your forehead rests against his, your breaths mingling in the small space between you.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, smiling.

“In the most absurdly sweet way possible.”

He huffs a small laugh, eyes crinkling. “It’s just braiding.”

“No, Remus,” you say, reaching up to cup his face, your thumb tracing along his cheek. “It’s you being the best damn person I know.”

His expression softens, something warm and unspoken flickering in his gaze.

And when he kisses you again, it feels like home.

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SUNGHO

sungho does not deserve this. one second, he’s lying peacefully on your bed, head in your lap as you mess with his hair, and the next, he’s being shoved into your closet because your friends have suddenly decided to show up unannounced.

“you owe me,” he grits out as his lovely girlfriend pushes him inside and shuts the door with no mercy.

an hour. he’s stuck in there for a whole hour, broad shoulders cramped uncomfortably in the small space, forced to listen to your friends chatter away while he suffers in silence.

by the time they finally leave, he stumbles out, looking thoroughly pissed. arms crossed over his chest, lips pulled into a small pout.

“i almost died in there,” he huffs dramatically.

you do feel bad, but also… his grumpy state is adorable. reaching out, you try to touch his arm, hoping he’ll melt at your touch, but he remains as stiff as a cardboard cutout.

you say his name sweetly. “you know i didn’t have any other choice,” you explain, but sungho only frowns harder, looking everywhere except at you.

you sigh, but you know exactly how to break through his shell. standing on your tiptoes, you press a sweet kiss to his cheek. he tries to keep up the sulking act, but you don’t miss the way his lips twitch.

so you keep going, cupping his face and trailing soft kisses along his cheek, forehead, nose—until he’s smiling from ear to ear, his hands settling on your hips as he soaks in the affection.

“are you still mad at me?” you ask, lips brushing the corner of his mouth.

“yes.”

sungho isn’t mad at all, but after being trapped in that closet for way too long, he’s milking this for all it’s worth.

“but i made it up to you,” you pout.

he flops onto your bed, looking up at you with a lazy smile. “not enough.”

you smile back, leaning closer. “what do i have to do then?”

without warning, he grabs your wrist and flips you onto the bed beside him. “stay right here,” he mumbles, pressing his face into your neck, voice muffled. “and maybe let me sleep over.”

“that’s just gonna get us in more trouble,” you snort.

but you both know you’ll let him stay anyway.

RIWOO

you’re having a movie night at leehan’s place. you love them the most—cozy blankets, dim lights, and, best of all, an excuse to cuddle with riwoo while everyone else is too engrossed in the movie to notice.

you’re in the kitchen, waiting for the microwave to finish, the smell of buttery popcorn filling the air.

you sense a presence behind you and smile, already knowing who it is. but before you can turn, riwoo places his hands on either side of you, caging you in against the counter.

“you’re taking forever,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear.

“you’re just too impatient,” you tease, rolling your eyes playfully.

before you can react, riwoo spins you around and steals a quick kiss—soft, teasing, gone too soon. but then, he kisses you again, this time lingering.

your fingers curl into his hoodie, the scent of popcorn and his cologne making your head spin. the thrill of getting caught at any moment, if one of your friends decided to walk in, only makes you want to kiss him more.

the microwave beeps, startling you both apart. your breath is unsteady as you glance toward the living room, making sure no one is coming.

riwoo, completely unbothered, just smirks. “sit next to me,” he says, pecking your lips once more.

“what?” you blink at him, dazed.

“not taesan. me.”

he leaves first, acting like nothing happened, though the tips of his ears are red. you take a second to compose yourself before following, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and settling into the empty spot beside riwoo.

you pretend nothing happened in the kitchen, but the way he immediately leans into you, his warmth engulfing you, says otherwise.

JAEHYUN

you make your way toward the fitting room to try on a cute top you found while shopping with friends, only for jaehyun to slip in right behind you and lock the door. he wastes no time pressing you against the wall, eyes flickering between yours and your lips.

“jae, what are you—”

“just one kiss,” he pleads, though you both know it’s never just one. his hands slide up your waist, lips moving against yours in a way that makes your knees weak. your fingers curl into his shirt as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

you lose track of time, of everything except the warmth of his touch—the way his fingers slide up your back, the way his hands tangle in your hair—until both of your phones start buzzing, the group chat flooding with messages about your whereabouts.

you pull away with a gasp, chest rising and falling as reality crashes back in. jaehyun exhales, lips brushing over yours as he grins. “ignore it.”

“they’re gonna get suspicious,” you whisper, eyes darting to the persistent notifications lighting up your screen.

“mm, let them.” his thumb drags lazily over your lower lip before he leans in again.

you barely manage to stop him, pressing a hand against his chest. “jaehyun,” you scold, though your voice lacks any real conviction, “we’re gonna get caught.”

he huffs, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “fine,” he mutters, but then he smirks, arms tightening around you for just a second. “but you owe me later.”

rolling your eyes, you push him toward the door. “whatever, just go.”

he slips out first, and you take a moment to fix your hair before following.

but as you rejoin your friends, pretending nothing happened, the way your lip gloss has vanished—and how jaehyun’s lips are looking a little shinier than usual—does not go unnoticed by them.

TAESAN

taesan loves sneaking around.

he thrives off the secrecy—the stolen glances, the brief touches, whispering things in your ear under the guise of a joke, the way no one suspects a thing (even though they totally do).

so when he suddenly pulls you into the janitor’s closet, you’re not surprised.

“taesan—”

“shh.” he smirks, backing you up against the shelves, lips grazing your ear. “don’t wanna get caught, baby.”

before you can retort, his lips are on yours—slow, teasing. his hands ghost over your waist before gripping it properly, deepening the kiss.

he’s enjoying this—his little secret, the thrill of nearly getting caught, the way you melt under his touch. he pulls back slightly, and you assume he’s about to make another teasing remark, but his words are swallowed when you grab his collar, crashing your lips against his.

your fingers tangle in his hair, his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer, closer, until—

rattle.

someone jiggles the door handle.

you both freeze.

“is someone in here?” a voice calls.

taesan grins. “looks like we’re stuck together, babe.”

you slap a hand over his mouth. “not the time!”

LEEHAN

leehan is a little too good at keeping things lowkey—no one suspects a thing.

he’s good at pretending you’re just friends in public, but when it’s just the two of you, he showers you with all the affection in the world.

which is why it takes you a while to notice he’s being sulky.

at first, you don’t think much of it. leehan isn’t the loudest in the group, so when he only responds with nods and one-liners, you assume he’s just in a quiet mood. but then, he doesn’t sit next to you like he normally would. doesn’t lean in to whisper jokes only you can hear. doesn’t even laugh at yours a little harder than everyone else.

that’s when you know something’s wrong.

so you pull him aside under the excuse of showing him a cool fish. your friends don’t even question it.

“alright,” you say once you’re alone, “what’s wrong?”

leehan crosses his arms, looking away. “nothing.”

you raise an eyebrow. “liar.”

he exhales sharply through his nose, clearly debating whether to tell you, before mumbling, “jaehyun grabbed your arm earlier.”

you blink. “...because he got startled.”

leehan pouts. “still.”

you bite your lip, fighting back a smile. “you’re adorable when you’re jealous.”

his nose scrunches. “shut up.”

you laugh, reaching for his hand. he lets you, but keeps his gaze stubbornly fixed on the fish tank.

“you know you get to do more than just hold my hand when we’re alone,” you tease, tracing abstract patterns on the back of his hand.

he swallows, trying to keep up the act, but you don’t miss the way his lips twitch. still, it takes more soft reassurances, a few playful pokes, and at least three compliments for his sulkiness to finally melt away.

but just as you’re about to go back, he surprises you—grabbing your wrist and pressing a kiss to your lips.

you panic, looking around to see if anyone saw. “leehan—”

he just laughs, completely unbothered. “what? they still don’t suspect a thing.”

WOONHAK

woonhak is sneaky.

he takes your hand, his expression casual as ever while the group chatters away. at first, you think nothing of it—he does this often, holding onto you like it's second nature. but then—

crack.

you wince. “did you just—”

he hums in response, unfazed. crack. crack.

“woonhak!” you whisper sharply, trying not to draw attention.

“shh,” he murmurs, cracking another knuckle with ease.

you grimace at the sensation. it doesn’t exactly hurt, but it’s unexpected, and by the time he’s done cracking all ten of your knuckles, you’re staring at him in disbelief. you try to tug your hand away, but he doesn’t let go. instead, he shifts his grip, thumbs pressing gentle circles over your knuckles, soothing away the tension he just caused.

you turn to glare at him, ready to scold him properly, but then he smiles. that smile—the one where his lips part just enough to show his teeth, and his eyes shine with unfiltered adoration.

you sigh, any irritation melting away.

so you let him hold your hand, pretending to be engrossed in whatever ridiculous debate your friends are having.

and when, in one swift motion, he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a soft, fleeting kiss against your knuckles, you don’t even bother to pull away.

you only suppress a giggle, hoping no one else noticed.

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[uwutrait]

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[r-ubii]

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ hi..

ㅤ♡𓈒 ཾ 𓈒ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ᡣ 𓈒⋅ ⩊ ⋅𓈒ྀིა ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ♡ ྀི༘

ㅤ┈֯⠀ ͚֯ 𝅘ྀི𝅥ㅤ   ㅤ  ့ ◌๋ ✿ ˚ㅤ   ㅤ ぱ 𔓘 ͚𝆬 𝃞

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ㅤ ೃ❀𓈒𓏶ྀིㅤㅤ ㅤ ꒰ ᥩ ᪲ ․ ۜ ̫․ ꒱𝆬 𓈒ㅤ   ㅤ 𓂂 𓏴 ཾ

ㅤ𔓘 𓈒♡͙ೃ࿔ ͙ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ੯𑁦ྀི༘𓈒𝆬 ✧ㅤㅤ ㅤ ெ♡ ༚

[digitald0rk]

rex thoughts i just had to get out of my head. gn! reader. kinda suggestive.

rex sloan who's awfully romantic.

rex sloan who can't keep his hands off of you — his hands are calloused yet his touch is gentle but firm, slipping underneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, his lips against yours are insatiable.

biting down on your bottom lip, he breathes heavily at the small sound you let out at the action, his grip on your waist tightening as he lays you down on the bed, his hold on you not faltering in the slightest — his lip don't leave yours, as if the mere action of pulling away is going to hurt him.

and when he slips his tongue in your mouth, you're done for. you can taste the wine you two had shared earlier, that he had so proudly announced to you — he had stolen from immortal.

he presses his body against yours, his hands roaming up and down your body, not leaving a single inch untouched.

rex sloan who slowly trails kisses down your neck, he takes his time. each kiss leaving you burning up with a desire only he can fulfill.

your head is fuzzy and you barely register him tenderly brushing your hair away from your covered eye, tucking the strands behind your ear after pressing a kiss to them, the action almost reverent.

you send him a slightly surprised look, the difference between his earlier desperate, needy actions and this sweet tender gesture is definitely not good for your heart.

"what?" he tries to sound cocky and confident like his usual self but you don't miss the slight quiver in his voice.

rex sloan who gently cups your jaw in his warm hand, eyes sparkling with something you've never seen before, the intensity of his gaze burns your skin and leaves behind a flush, matching his own.

"wanna see both your eyes, pretty." he whispers, looking right into your eyes.

he flashes you his signature charming grin, although you can't help but notice how his eyes are filled with a certain fondness — a sincerity that makes your chest tighten.

rex sloan who, for the first time in his life, is ready to strip away all the walls he built to protect himself and is ready to bare his heart and soul to you.

rex sloan who's scared shitless, he's never been this open — he's never done this before, but he trusts you.

rex sloan who decides to give you his heart because you trust him — trust he's changed, that he's trying his best.

rex sloan who will never forgive himself if he disappoints you.

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[aurohas]

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[lachatalovematcha]

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆

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[sepsh]

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   ꀤ.ㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤ𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌.

𝟫𝟫   ⭑   𝟢𝟢!ㅤㅤ⊬ㅤ  𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀.ㅤㅤ𑃲ᜳܳ𑃱ᜳㅤㅤ𝗱𝘂𝗼.

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀:ㅤㅤ마크!ㅤㅤ🎞☆’ㅤㅤ𝑓.ㅤㅤ+해찬.

ㅤ❛ 仲ㅤ·ㅤ間 ❜ㅤ⎯⎯⎯ ㅤ𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤꀤꀤ.ㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤ𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗌.

ㅤㅤ  ( 밤! ) ♡ㅤ𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹.ㅤ네’ㅤ𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍.

ㅤㅤ  𝗍𝖻𝗁, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

ㅤㅤ  𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍:ㅤ(⌖)ㅤ𝗁𝖺𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌.

ㅤㅤ  𝖋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗍?ㅤ ݁ 𑪏 ᯓ۟  ⁍ ׅㅤ𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

❛ㅤ𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆,ㅤ마크.ㅤ❟

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋.ㅤ[𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧]ㅤ𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋.ㅤ[ ✷꧞ ]ㅤ𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋.ㅤ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓.ㅤׅᲹׄ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꀤꀤꀤ.ㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤ𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌.

해찬's sniper wifey.𑵅ᐟ

해찬!ㅤ๋ׅ🧸 ׂ♡࣭ㅤbears allies.

name,ㅤw.ㅤ( ͡•. ͡•.ﾍ᪲)

⭑  mark's secret duo.ㅤ𑈍

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꀤᏙ.ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤ𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗅𝖺 𝖋𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾.

𝖏𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖋 𝖾́𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾́.

𝖋𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖎𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 (𝗈𝖋) 𝖋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾́.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  ׁ ׅ 𝕾𝖎𝖓 ໋𝖼𝗂̣𝗍𝗒ׁ ׅ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝔰𝔢𝔲𝔩  𝆮  𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌.

ㅤㅤㅤ  𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾́𝖾:

﹫𝖋,  𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖋𝗼𝗿.

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𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗌   ✷   𝗈𝓯    𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋, 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎ߪ𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆.