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Doodles. Yay.
Also some others which are like fine but idk I don't like them this much now.
#invader zim#dib membrane#zadr#/I swear to god this ship is bad for my health.#/One side of me is an ex-anti and wants me to stop.#/And the other is in too deep and is enjoying himself.#/So like if I'm ever negative about this disaster of a ship then that's my ex hater side showing sowwy ahh gomen oomf chan.
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Part 10 of ?
Prologue 1 | Prologue 2 | Prologue 3
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
More pages under the cut 👇👇
#almost done I SWEAR#invader zim#space junk au#spacejunk au#arc 2#homesick#dib membrane#gir#zadf#original character#oc#AI Urania#ex invader odi#eruka#odi and lu#fanart#my art#2023#liizz
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next erasure page wip
time for Dib to realize "oh. zim is male. male male male male male manlymanmanman male"
dib doesn't register zim as a dude in his brain, just as "alien" so im excited to get to this part. I like heteroflexible characters a lot-- like, he wouldn't date a human guy but does the alien count?? hmmmm 🤔
IS IT OKAY DIB??? IS IT??
(if we're pals irl don't tell colb i used him for zim's holo form, i just think his nasty little badger face works well)
i wanted something a little feminine in the eyes but with real strong bone structure and colb has real pretty eyes/sharp ass cheek bones so /shrugs/
#erasure au#zadr comic#college zadr#weasel is zim's fwb who knows about him being an alien and dib is gonna get maaaaad jealous about it hehehehehe#like literally everyone in this au looks like someone in my life so why not lean into it#i used my ex gf for gaz and my SO for dib for instance it was totally on accident tho lmfao
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Anyone want to give me some writing promtps? I'm in a writing mood but I can't seem to pin down any concrete ideas. Preferably something vampire related, but anything is fine
#whump writing#whump#whump scenarios#I've been wanting to expand on that vampire and hunter oneshot but I need to be careful about it#my ex-rp partner called dibs on the story so I'm trying to write my scenes in a way that doesn't intrude on her work
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i ain’t never seen a normal pair of twins in a horror movie. it’s always one of them gotta act like their sibling’s jealous significant other and/or ex.
#my 6am thoughts lmao#specifically about#house of wax + scream 5 and vi#because nick moved like such a jealous ex w carly i legit thought they were exes until he called himself the bad twin#hated her man DOWN. took off his tank top n gave it to her to wear. the way he Held her when they were in the mf wax house.#i need a MINUTE#scream 5 is well. i don’t ship the meeks martin twins tbh they dont rlly have the sauce as far as shipping twins goes#but mindy was liv’s no.1 hater for ZERO reason she literally acted like liv took her man and her existing is a personal affront#vi is a lil diff but. given what ethan did to the dude who quinn was hooking up w. straight OVERKILL 1000x. like that was PERSONAL to him#that random dude was fw HIS girl!!! he had first dibs since literally day 1 🔪#but i just think its funny LOL#shipcest#sibcon#ceci speaks#jonescest#kirschcest#and the other two man idk. do they even have shippers. to be given a ship name.
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Encoder Zim, ch 3, pt 1
(Master post)
Year: 2024
HELLO, DIB!
(The Dib yelps. His finger squeezes the trigger of his weapon – a sophisticated piece of machinery that he’d somehow gotten really good at over the Earth revolutions. He curses under his breath – you must have made him miss his shot. Excellent.
You stand there, hands on your hips and grinning, waiting for him to turn around and acknowledge you. A laugh trickles its way out of your throat, growing in volume as the human scrambles, gathering up his equipment and –)
Eh? (Your laughter stops. You squint an eye at the human.) Have you gone deaf, human?? I said, HELLO, DIB!
(The human refuses to acknowledge you. Your ocular implant twitches, but you refuse to take your hands off your hips to grab him and force him to look at you.
You will win this little battle of wits – just like you won that stupid bet the human had subjected you to, all those years ago. Except the human hasn’t so much as looked at you. There’s shouting and the sound of ridiculous police sirens below, and the Dib is looking around the rooftop, his one good eye wide in panic.)
“Hi, Zim.” (It’s breathy and quiet as he rushes past you, all without actually looking at you. It’s insulting. Your claws tighten into fists at your sides as you march after him.)
That’s it?! Your future master graces you with his presence and all you can say is hi?!
(You’re shouting. He’s running, clearly looking for his escape route. You cackle as he skitters to a halt – and then fails to find the opening he’d purposely left himself, just moments ago.
You, of course, blocked his escape path. Because why wouldn’t you? The whole point of this little excursion is to capture the Dib and keep him from being a menace to human society.)
“Zim, I really need to get the fuck out of here.” (The Dib ditches his original escape plan and moves to the other side of the roof.) “I don’t exactly have the time to sit and chat.”
(You hear him mumble, “not that I even want to,” under his breath as he climbs onto the roof ledge and adjusts the pack that holds his weapon on his back. You blink as he then jumps onto the next roof – far more nimble than his gangly human form has any right to be.
You curse, deploying your pak legs to speed after him.)
#Zim#Invader Zim#dib membrane#encoder Zim AU#ZADR#a small one today but the brain is kinda mush#but also I -- I think they're exes#here#so....enjoy that as this starts to fill in for me as it fills in for you all too
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#other wybie#coraline (2009)#hakuno kishinami#fate/ex#nuovo pillbeam mennym#the mennyms#lollipop cookie#cookie run#charlotte emily#fnaf the silver eyes#sean zero escape#zero escape#k1 b0#danganronpa v3#dib membrane#invader zim#tumblr brackets#tumblr polls#tumblr tournaments#artificial kids bracket#definitely real kids bracket
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Zim: What's wrong with you? Dib: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of parental affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.
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we're gonna end up on the news
#n talks#if one more fucking person realizes they have a crush on the same person as me I'm going to fucking kshfhsjks#losing it. a little#for context this only really matters bc this is the 2nd time it's happened#and the 1st time I actually got to the point of confessing and being told we could have smth casual#only for them to turn around and date my best friend (& recent ex) in the SAME WEEKEND#so it's a bit touchy#and I've also been thinking about this guy since May or June at LEAST#so I definitely fucking got there first#but also I think all 3 of us are in no place to start a new relationship#my friend's freshly single (like so fresh this was how I found out)#the guy's not *freshly* single but the breakup was messy + the way he talks about it makes it pretty clear he's still working through it#and we're freshly out of an abusive relationship that has the added layer of never having a proper label so we can't even call it a breakup#(without feeling weird at least)#anyway we woke up today to musings of how and when we'd confess#probably just gonna talk to my friend tomorrow bc they said they like kinda just think he's cute (correct opinion)#meanwhile I'm sitting here like ''if things go well I think we have a chance of making it past graduation''#also. this feels selfish but also I fucking deserve to be sometimes#the last time this happened I got the short end of the stick so hard I got abused and traumatized#I think I get first dibs this time
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i found a good boy, and he's on my side | lando norris smau
lando norris x reader | a little bit of best friend!oscar
summary: when y/n's ex writes a messy song about her, fans push for lando to break up with her (he doesn't even consider it)
fc: sabrina carpenter
kind of a part 2 to what a coincidence, but you don't have to read part 1 for this to make sense
warnings: non-existent angst, lando very much in love with y/n, very brief mention of cheating (not lando), maybe some typos
note: y/e = your ex
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yourex Biting My Tongue out tonight
Finally sharing my truth
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user1 WE LOVE YOU Y/E
user2 ready for the tea 🍿
ynfan2 PLEASE LEAVE Y/N ALONE I BEG WE'RE OVER YOU
ynfan1 "sharing my truth" OHHHH BROTHER
user3 the y/n fans getting nervous
ynfan2 not nervous, sick of his lies
user2 perhaps y/n isn't as perfect as you think
user4 anyone else just here for the music
user5 @ yourusername YOU ARE SO OVER
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ynfan2 UNBOTHERED QUEEN
user2 is she just pretending her ex didn't drop a shady song about her
user6 lando still in the likes ... this is so sad
yourbff your reminder to not wear the red top this weekend
yourusername you've seen my outfits already TRUST there's no red in sight
landonorris that's my girl
ynfan1 MOTHER IS GOING TO SILVERSTONE
user4 how has lando not dumped you yet
user5 you really don't deserve lando
user3 HAS LANDO HEARD THE SONG YET? DUMP HER!!!
ynfan3 what's with all the loser hate comments
landonorris my girlfriend is sooooo leng now come give me a kiss
yourusername calm down
yourusername on my way tho
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landonorris a little summer fun
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user1 JEALOUS
yourusername who's the baddie
landonorris that's my girlfriend mate back off
ynfan2 WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS
user3 waiting for the dumping...
user4 crazy that they're still together
user8 i think some of y'all are a bit dramatic, the song wasn't even that bad and it's just his perspective
ynfan3 A LANDO FAN WITH A BRAIN
yourbff last pic i want her baddddd
landonorris so you don't want [redacted]'s number anymore?
yourbff WAIT I TAKE IT BACK
ynfan2 QUEEN Y/BFF FINALLY APPROVING OF ONE OF Y/N'S MEN
oscarpiastri you stole my best friend
yourusername we literally have plans next week
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yourusername is this thing on? 🎤
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ynfan1 MOTHER IN THE STUDIO!!!!!
ynfan2 the last pic has me crying 😭😭 i just know she's about to be a menace
user2 if she's actually making a response song that's kinda pathetic
user3 right? her fans all say y/e is using her for fame but she's also doing it
yourbff let me hear it first
oscarpiastri i better get the link first
landonorris ignore both of them, i get first dibs
user1 THE DRAMA if she's making a response song lando better get out of there quick before he's her next victim
user4 WE DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE
ynfan3 all these haters camping on y/n's post omg she's so famous
ynfan4 WE LOVE YOU Y/N IGNORE THE LOSERS
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yourusername my turn🩷
surprise! planned to keep these in the vault, but i guess things change. 'vicious' and 'eternal sunshine' live performances out now on youtube! studio version out friday 💋
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landonorris proud of you love 🤍
yourusername 🧡🧡🧡
ynfan2 OH MY GOD NO WAYYYYYYY
ynfan3 "my turn🩷" THAT'S MOTHERRRRRRRRR
ynfan1 love lando supporting her through it all that's a good man
ynfan4 SHE SPILLED Y/E IS SO DONE
yourbff i love you so much!!!
yourusername love you!!
user3 these songs are really good ... sorry for hating before
user1 some of y'all switching up in the comments, she could be lying!!
ynfan5 perhaps i misinterpreted the lyrics, but did y/e CHEAT ON HER???
ynfan3 pretty sure 👀
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yourusername it doesn't get, doesn't get better than this 🧡
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yourbff LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH
ynfan4 THESE HAVE TO BE LYRICS
ynfan3 more lover girl music coming soon LET'S GOOOOOOO
ynfan2 y/n writing her two shady songs about y/e then going back to writing cheesy love songs for lando we love to see it
landonorris how i obsessively adore you 🤍
ynfan2 y'all they're quoting future lyrics right in front of our faces i just know it
user3 it's not looking like a break up any time soon
oscarpiastri answer my texts
yourusername sorry been busy 🤭
oscarpiastri disgusting
yourusername NOT LIKE THAT.
ynfan5 Y/NLANDO WILL ALWAYS PROSPER
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landonorris we are never breaking up btw
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ynfan2 LMAOOOOOO
yourbff i'll have to break all of your bones if you ever hurt her
landonorris the scary thing is that i actually believe that you would
oscarpiastri hurt her and your life is over
landonorris DAMN DID Y'ALL READ THE CAPTION OR NO
user3 they're kinda growing on me y'all ...
ynfan4 everyone say we love you mom and dad
user4 worst news of my life
user2 i'm gonna be forced to like her this is terrible
yourusername thank god
landonorris if you leave me i think that i just might lose it completely
yourusername don't ever quote my songs at me again
#lando norris#f1#f1 x reader#f1 smau#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#formula 1#lando norris x reader#lando norris au#lando x reader#lando norris smau#lando norris fluff#lando norris x you#lando norris x y/n#lando norris imagine#lando x you#lando x y/n#lando norris insta au
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Lucky Charm ~ Lando Norris
Summary: Y/N finally decides she’s ready to brave the chaos of race day at the paddock, and the boys are more than happy to give her the introduction she deserves
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ynusername: imola here I come 🇮🇹
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username1: ofc she’s going to support lando
alex_albon: who said anything about lando?? maybe she’s there to cheer for me??
landonorris: can’t wait to see you bby 🔥
username3: I swear these two are complete goals
username4: it’s not fair how one person can be this pretty
carlossainz55: there’s a seat in ferrari with your name on
maxverstappen1: woah there! we’ve already called dibs on having her at red bull
landonorris: um excuse me…I think you’ll find y/n will be spending her weekend with me
ynusername: you lot are the worst 🤦🏻♀️
username5: I love seeing all my favourite people argue
username6: this is my highlight and the race hasn’t even begun yet…
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landonorris: race day ready with my lucky charm by my side 🍀
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username7: mum and dad 🥺
ynusername: cannot wait to cheer for you tomorrow!! ily
landonorris: ily so much more ❤️
danielricciardo: @landonorris i love you more than y/n does
ynusername: @danielricciardo that’s impossible
username8: how have we survived waiting this long for paddock y/n and lando
charles_leclerc: it was worth the wait tho…right?
username9: can you pls just marry each other now and have lots of beautiful babies
alex_albon: how do you race for 2 hours and still manage to look this good norris
landonorris: @alex_albon you just need a y/n in your life, she always leaves me looking a million dollars
alex_albon: @lilymhe get better
ynusername: @alex_albon oi we do not accept lily slander in this household
landonorris: ahem, aside from me ofc
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ynusername: ready for the race and to cheer for my man! 🏎️🏁
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carlossainz55: if you’re cheering for your man, why are you not wearing my shirt??
username10: excuse me sir?? you are very much mistaken
ynusername: if I was cheering for my favourite ex team mate of lando’s then you’d be my number 1 😍
danielricciardo: 💔💔💔💔
landonorris: did I ever tell you how good papaya looks on you?
landonorris: I just know I’ll win today with my lucky charm watching over me 🩷
username11: pls can we all adopt y/n as our lucky charm
francisca.cgomes: how have you been here 2 days and you’ve still not come to visit me
pierregasly: ha! she’s come to visit me, how does it feel to be second fave??
ynusername: @francisca.cgomes just saving the best til last aye
username12: if we do not see y/n at every race from now on there will be a protest
username13: I just want a love like theirs…is that too much to ask for??
georgerussell63: if you want a shirt upgrade y/n then just lemme know…
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landonorris: cloud nine ☁️ p1 and an evening with my best friend…what more could a guy want?
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oscarpiastri: that reminds me mate, I’m in the room next door, have you got any ear defenders?
ynusername: OSCAR PIASTRI!! SHUT YOUR MOUTH
landonorris: good idea, it’s gonna get loud tonight!
mclaren: another top week lando, well done! this lucky charm of yours might have to show up more often
username14: I don’t want this race weekend to end
username15: pls lord don’t let this be the last time we see y/n at a race
danielricciardo: congrats bud, fully deserved!!
maxverstappen1: a million dollars for y/n to be my lucky charm next weekend
landonorris: no amount of money will ever let me give y/n to you…she’s mine only
carlossainz55: is it possible to love two people more?
ynusername: stop with the third wheel dramatics!!
ynusername: had the best time ever!! can’t wait to do it all again soon my love 🩷
˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗
#f1#f1 imagine#formula 1#formula 1 x reader#lando norris#lando norris imagine#lando norris au#f1 au#formula 1 au#f1 x reader#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#formula 1 x you#f1 reaction#f1 social media#formula 1 social media#lando norris social media
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Part 9 of ?
Prologue 1 | Prologue 2 | Prologue 3
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Thank you for supporting this comic, we’re almost done I promise :’)
#in case you’re wondering#It’s been YEARS since Dib hasn’t heard a genuine laugh from Zim#Also if you don’t know. Odi is terrified of SIR Units. so that’s why he’s scared of Gir#and other characters made cameo yaaay#invader zim#spacejunk au#space junk au#arc 2#homesick#zadf#dib membrane#gir#ex invader odi#lu the erucian#han#meg#doe#tip the warden#eruka#AI Urania#original characters#iz oc#my art#2023#liizz
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I've been confused for my own mother before (buying something with a credit card with my deadname on it, having a doctor's office receptionist double-check that I am the patient and not calling on his behalf because I "sounded more mature" on the phone and parents can't make appointments for adults), but I think the funniest wrong conclusion I've had strangers make about trans things I've had around was this time I was putting my old shit up at a flea market. I was selling stuff at a "this shit's gotta go before I'm about to move and I'm not hauling these back to another city"-price, and this old man who apparently frequented there to find stuff that's actually valuable being sold at such prices came to have a look at the goods while I was setting them up.
He was interested in some of my dishware, and asked politely if he could have a look at them while I was unpacking, and chatting with me while he waited for me to be done since he couldn't buy them before I was done (I let him have dibs, but the cash register wouldn't ring them up before I was all set). He apparently noticed that some of my silverware that I'd gotten as graduation gifts and literally never used had my old name engraved on them, but he didn't say anything about that.
But when I put up my old graduation dress - which wasn't worth much, cheap fake silk but it was a nice cut - he remarked "she must've left in a hurry to leave that behind." Since the finnish language doesn't have gendered pronouns, I didn't immediately make the connection that he was referring to someone female before he gestured at the dress. Once it clicked, I figured the best course of action was to just nod that yeah, she's not coming back for those and I'm not keeping them.
Dude had concluded that my deadname must be an ex that dumped my ass so fucking fast she didn't even pack her silverware or nice clothes.
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Everything would be so much better if the hero and villian were dating. Everything except dc comics and marvel they have theyre own drama there.
Goku dates vegeta? Better!! (Or trunks and goten date tbh lol)
Dexter writes love notes to mandark? Better!!!
Meggatron and Optimus are star crossed lovers?? SURE!! I WAS WATCHING THE NEW SERIES AND THEY ACTED LIKE THEY WERE MARRIED ONCE AND Divorced BUT ARE TRYING FOR THE KIDS!!
#zim and dibs fucked up shit ruined in 2020 by a fucked up ex of mine#ewhhh#enimes to lovers#rant#i personally#am tired
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what’s mine is yours
if mark isn’t going to make a move on you himself, his friends will surely find a way to make one on his behalf. the opportunity arises after an evening of drinking at mark’s apartment that lands you tangled in mark’s sheets wondering if he feels the same chemistry that you do.
pairing: mark lee x reader
genre: fluff, suggestive !!MDNI!!
length: 4.9k
warnings: adults drinking alcohol and getting drunk, dialogue about sex, both reader and mark are drunk the entire time, mark is a pussy!
net tags: @kflixnet @k-labels
Drinking with the boys always led you into sketchy situations. There was the one time Haechan insisted on breaking into a waterpark to ‘visit the mermaids’. Or the time that Renjun ordered a cab for all of you to go over to his ex-girlfriends house to win her back. Jaemin once threw up in the kitchen sink and didn’t tell anyone until morning.
So, yeah, drinking with the boys always led you down odd roads and tonight wouldn’t be any different.
“Okay!” You exclaim drunkenly, head previously falling forward as you dozed in your spot.
“Which one of you gentlemen are going to drive me home?” Your eyes lazily trail across the room at the boys all scattered about in various positions.
“Uh, I’m not good to drive,” Mark says and shoves his thumb into Jeno’s shoulder to ask “you good to drive?” Which earns him a shake of his head.
The rest of the group reacts now, all to let you know that none of them were sober enough to be behind the wheel.
“Okay…” you drag out the word and pull out your phone to open the rideshare app and struggle to type in your apartment’s address.
“Uber is $65.” You say bluntly, again scanning your eyes around the room expectedly. When you don’t get a response, you speak up again.
“This is the part where you say ‘Oh, here Y/N, we’ve got it.’” You tease and Haechan just rolls his eyes and groans.
“Just stay over. It’s fine, you can take the couch.”
“I call dibs on the couch.” Chenle’s voice is muffled from where his nose is nuzzled in the cushions. You’re genuinely surprised that he’s still breathing. You’re not too sure how, though, he’s buried pretty deep. He’s clearly not about to move any time soon.
“Fine, you can sleep with Mark.” Haechan says, hand signaling to the boy who was too distracted by his phone to keep up with the conversation until his name was spoken.
“Wait, dude, what?” Mark exclaims, his wide and glossy eyes switching between you and Haechan quickly. His drunk brain can barely keep up.
You hear a snicker from over your shoulder, “That’s a good idea, Y/N, why don’t you sleep with Mark?” Jaemin’s hand sits lazily on your shoulder.
You frown, a little too drunk to pick up the pieces and put them together.
“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” Jeno says, his own giggle escaping his lips. The two aforementioned boys had smoked earlier, leading to a fit of giggles shared between the two.
“Why is this a better idea than walking her home?” Mark panics, watching you slowly absorb all that’s going on around you. It doesn’t seem like you’ve picked up on how obvious the boys are being and he’s thankful for that.
“It’s cold out and we’re all tired. Just take one for the team and let her sleep in your bed.” Haechan argues. He’s getting more and more frustrated by the minute. Mark has been complaining for weeks about his crush on you, and the moment that Haechan finally does something about it, Mark protests?
“Where will I sleep?” Mark stupidly asks and Haechan’s head falls back onto the couch when he rolls his eyes.
“With her, Mark.” He says with a frustrated tone, his eyes shut and squeezed.
Before Mark can object again, you finally put the pieces together and move to stand, nearly falling into Jaemin’s lap behind you in the process.
“Come on, Mark.” You say, your hand is out in offering for Mark to grab. His slow brain goes a bit numb, too focused on the gold ring on your middle finger. He hadn’t noticed you wear it before.
When he doesn’t move fast enough, Haechan groans and rolls his eyes, grabbing Mark’s arm by the wrist and placing his hand on yours.
“I have to do fucking everything around here, don’t I?” Haechan says to the group, excluding you two who have already begun your drunken trek to Mark’s bedroom.
The vibe is much different when you’re in his room behind a closed door. He keeps his room tidy usually, but his unmade bed and loose bath towel on the floor suggest he wasn’t anticipating company. You prefer it this way, it makes you feel less like a guest. Especially when you’re about to use his bedroom as a hotel, nonetheless.
It also helps when his ruffled sheets make his bed look all the more inviting and comfortable. You flop your belly down, snuggling into his pillow. It smells faintly of tea tree shampoo and musk. You wonder when the last time he washed his sheets was, but you aren’t sure you want to know the answer. It smells like it’s been quite a while but you’re too drunk to care.
“You want some clothes?” He says from his standing position. He wasn’t expecting to see you so… comfortable. You look as if you’re at home in his bed.
He can’t believe it. You’re here in his bed. Sure, you’ve been in his room a million times, you’ve sat on his bed a million times, you’ve even cuddled with Mark on his bed a million times. But this time is different. You’re sleeping here, you’re going to wake up here, you’re going to be lying side by side with Mark for a minimum of 8 hours and he’s not sure he’ll be able to hold it together that long.
“No,” you say looking down at your athletic shorts and crop top. You weren’t wearing a bra, anyways. “A toothbrush would be nice, though.”
He scurries off to the adjoined bathroom and rifles through his drawers quickly, praying that he’d have at least one clean spare toothbrush.
“Unless, of course, all your hoes have used all of them.” You tease. You aren’t quite sure where that comment came from or why you felt compelled to say it but it has an effect on Mark as he stills for a moment before continuing his search. He finds one and walks back over to where you’re still lying on the bed.
“My hoes don’t ask for toothbrushes.” He says in half-honesty. It’s true, no girls have ever asked him for a spare toothbrush. Sure, that’s due to the fact that he’s never had a girl stay over before, but it’s still the truth nonetheless.
“Ew. Good to know I don’t have much competition then. At least I have basic hygiene.” You say, already loading up the toothbrush with his toothpaste.
His brain goes haywire at the comment. Does what you said mean what he thinks it means? Why are you including yourself on the list of Mark’s “hoes”? Do you want to be one? His only one?
Once you’re done, Mark has already changed into his outfit for bed. He’s hesitant on whether or not to wear a shirt. For your comfortability he probably should, but you’ve never been bothered by his bare chest before in all the times you’ve been over. What would make this time any different?
He decides against it as he gets himself ready for bed, trading spots in the bathroom when you go back to bed. His heart is beating out of his chest, which is saying a lot for how much the alcohol still present in his system has relaxed him.
He’s equally thankful for and also angry at Haechan for the stunt he pulled to get you into his room. He’s wanted this for a long time, thats no surprise, but is this how he wanted it? He wants you to know that you’re special to him, is a drunken night sleeping in the same bed enough to tell you that? His head is spinning and it comes to a halt when he sees you lying in his bed on your phone waiting for him to come to bed.
You look natural there, like you’ve always belonged.
“I’ll be right back.” He panics and runs out of the room before you can acknowledge him.
He sulks out into the living room once his door is shut behind him where all the boys still remain. Only Haechan and Jeno are still awake, playing some video game on the TV.
He plops down on Haechan’s left, careful not to sit on Chenle’s knee which Haechan is resting his back against.
“How’s it going in there?” Jeno asks and Mark groans in response, pouring himself his final shot and downing it quickly. The burning sensation in his esophagus is a welcomed distraction from the flurry of thoughts in his head.
“I don’t know what you want, Mark, honestly.” Haechan says, eyes still trained on the TV in front of him.
“I know, I know. I just want her to know that she’s special to me and not just another girl.” Mark groans, playing with the idea of pouring himself a second nightcap shot.
“Did you tell her that?” Haechan says like it’s obvious.
“She’s drunk, Hyuck.” Mark counters, deciding finally to pour himself another shot of the room temperature liquor. Mark is drunk too, so he’s not too sure why that factor matters right now.
“Did you try telling her?” Haechan repeats himself, earning a shoulder check from Jeno.
“What he’s trying to say is that it’s in your hands at this point. You know what you want and you know how to do it. You just need to grow the balls and get it done.” Jeno says and Haechan leans his shoulder on Jeno’s shoulder to signify a quick hug in thanks.
Mark doesn’t move up from his position in an act of procrastination, and Chenle, who Mark previously thought was sleeping, kicks Mark swiftly in the lower back to force him to his feet.
“Go before she falls asleep and you lose your shot again.” Chenle says, head still buried deep in the cushions.
“How the fuck are you breathing, dude?” Mark asks dumbfounded.
“He has his ways.” Haechan responds, an arm wrapping around Mark’s hips to shove him out of the way of the TV screen.
Clearly, Mark is no longer welcomed out in the living room with his friends, so he moves back to his room with you, quietly opening the door in case you had fallen asleep.
You haven’t, of course. You’re far too concerned about Mark to relax long enough to fall asleep.
“If you want me to go home I can just get the Uber it’s fine.” You say the moment Mark walks through the door.
Fuck, he thinks to himself. He can’t even have one second to think.
“No, you can stay.” He says, heading back into the bathroom to brush his teeth again after the two shots he took.
“You just seem a little off, so I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It’s no big deal, really.” You say, already moving to stand up out of his bed, moving at a much slower pace than normal due to the alcohol still in your system.
“No, please, stay.” He says, walking over to your spot, essentially blocking you from standing.
Your face still doesn’t seem convinced so he shares the truth in the best way he knows how, “I want you to stay.”
You still don’t seem fully convinced, but you lie back down anyways and wait for Mark to join you. He’s stalling at this point, moving around the room and unplugging every socket he can see.
“Big fire hazard guy?” You tease from your position in bed, his pillow parallel to your chest where your head lies. There’s something about the hopeful anticipation in your eyes that makes Mark’s head spin.
Or maybe it’s the alcohol. Probably the alcohol.
He laughs dryly, finally laying down next to you. His head is flat against the mattress, blocking your view of his face from your position atop the pillow beneath you.
“Oh, here, you want it?” You say, offering him the pillow. Mark chastises himself internally for only owning one pillow.
“Nah, you take it, you need one too.” Mark waves you off and adjusts to bend his arm behind his head, resting on his forearm.
You think for a moment before replying, “Well… you’re here aren’t you?”
“Wh-“ Mark’s question is cut short by you sitting up, placing the pillow beneath his head, and then laying your own head on his chest.
He hopes you can’t hear his heartbeat when you ask, “Is this ok?”
He, very boldly in his opinion, responds by wrapping his arms around your body. One over your shoulders and one around your waist. Thank you, alcohol!
“Just peachy.” He says, voice cracking.
His limbs are still stiff around you, but you don’t mention it as you sit up one final time to flip the light switch by the door.
You feel him jolt when you lie your head on his chest again. You feel like rolling your eyes at his dramatics.
“Seriously, Mark, I can go home.” You say, gauging his level of discomfort by the stiffness of his limbs and the sound of his breath that he’s clearly attempting to get under control.
“Nope.” Is all he says as he wraps his arms around you tighter and pulls you in. A beat passes as you feel his muscles relax beneath your head.
“You’re confusing, Mark Lee.” Is your message of acceptance as your fingers find his collarbone, tracing circles around it and scratching into the caverns gently.
He scoffs at your words, “I’m confusing?”
“Well, you say you want me here but you’re clearly uncomfortable.” You retort. He just wishes you would let the conversation settle. He’s trying his hardest.
“I’m not uncomfortable.” It’s a half truth and he knows it, but he’ll say anything to get you to shut up.
“When’s the last time you had a girl in your bed?” You ask and thankfully you can’t see him roll his eyes in the darkness.
“A while.” He swallows. He can tell where this is going and he doesn’t like it.
“You could’ve just said that!” You say with a soft, almost condescending, tone as you coo, digging your head further into his chest.
“It’s not that. You think you have me all figured out but you don’t, so just drop it please? Let’s go to sleep.” Mark pulls you even closer at that and it’s your turn to stiffen.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper into his pec and he sighs, the hand around your waist holding you tighter.
“It’s fine, just settle down.” He says and you try your best, but your mind is now running a mile a minute.
What the hell did that mean? If you aren’t making him uncomfortable, and if it isn’t that he’s just out of practice, then what is it? Why is your best friend acting so weird?
Your mind can’t help itself but say, “Are you drunk?”
“Very. You?” He says honestly. You smile against his bare chest.
“Very.” You giggle and he does too, his hand traveling down your body to grab at the back of your knee to hoist your leg to rest over his. The ice has been clearly broken as he relaxes into the new position.
You nuzzle in closer to his chest, your hands continuing to explore the dips and curves of his shoulder.
“Did you drink more when you went out there?” You ask, not really wanting to go to bed just yet. You have an odd feeling that your night isn’t over.
“Yep.” He pops the ‘p’ sound. He can’t tell if you’re prying to try and collect information or if your drunk brain is truly just curious, so he keeps his answers brief.
You giggle out your question, “Why?”
“You don’t usually have this many questions.” He deflects, but you catch him.
“You don’t usually avoid answering.” You retort and he sighs, chest rising and falling slowly below your head. It’s a nice feeling, you think.
You’re anticipating an answer, but he doesn’t give you one. Frowning, you move your head so that your chin rests on his chest, your eyes level with his cheek from where he’s lying back. He looks down at you in the dark of the room to notice your impatient stare.
“Just needed a little extra liquid courage, that’s it.” He shrugs and you frown deeper. That answer just gave you more questions than answers.
“But-“ he cuts you off.
“Just let it go, please.” He begs, his voice genuinely sounding desperate. Usually you have a free pass to tease Mark, but something is different about him tonight so you don’t pester him any further. You lie your head back down over his chest and continue to stroke his shoulder lazily. You seem to be getting more and more comfortable with each other here, which pleases you.
He appreciates the gesture, clearly, as the hand that was previously around your waist travels back down to your leg to grab a large handful softly, his thumb stroking over the side of your thigh near your knee gently.
It’s a nice moment, you think, and before your brain can tell you otherwise, your lips are puckering to leave a gentle kiss to his bare skin beneath your head. His breath hitches softly at that, so you move your head gently away from the spot to rest your forehead against his chin.
Truth be told, you aren’t quite sure why you did it. You and Mark have cuddled a million times before, but you’ve never kissed him. You’ve never even given him a cheek kiss as a greeting. Your lips have never touched Mark Lee, but for some reason tonight you felt compelled to. It was innocent and short enough that you could pretend it didn’t happen at all.
You can feel Mark slowly turning his head, your heart beating at a mile a minute at the sheer unknown of how he will react.
Just as your mind begins to conjure up rejection scenarios, you feel something.
His lips make contact with your forehead, his warm breath fanning over the top of your hair as he stays in his position, gentle lips kissing your forehead. You hold back a gasp, and your heart picks up pace. He still hasn’t moved, which you’re thankful for, as you absorb the feeling and attempt to process your emotions quickly.
That was a move.
That was a move.
Mark is making moves on you. Do you want him to? You can’t lie and say you haven’t thought about him romantically before. He’s your best friend, he’s seen your lowest and your highest and he’s stuck around through it all. He’s also undoubtedly attractive and your type. But you’ve never imagined him in this context.
But you wouldn’t want to take advantage of him. This is Mark you’re talking about here. There is no “casual fun” with him. Whatever is happening is already changing the course of your friendship, do you want to keep it going and take it further?
He doesn’t give you the opportunity to decide before his hand finds your chin, pulling up to signal that he wants you to look at him. You comply, of course, with probably too much ease.
His eyes dart between your two as he tries to read you. He wants this. He knows he wants this. What he doesn’t know, though, is whether or not you want this too.
“Are you too drunk to know what you’re doing?” He whispers and you can feel the air from his words hit your lips and it only makes you want him more.
“No.” You whisper back meekly, your eyes trained to his lips. He’s never looked so kissable. In fact, you’ve never even considered the idea of kissing Mark. Now that you’re here, though, you can’t believe it’s not crossed your mind before. You want him so bad that it feels like you’ve wanted him forever.
Your answer was clearly all he needed to brush his lips over yours. It feels like the wind is knocked out of you as you lie there, not even pursing your lips, just allowing him to adjust to the feeling of being so close with you.
The moment is beautifully intimate, you won’t lie, but you’re feeling a bit impatient and if Mark spends any more time cherishing the moment rather than seizing it you may combust. So you take the next step and officially slot your lips over his, your hand coming up to grab at his jaw to keep him steady on you. He reacts without hesitation, kissing you back with as much force as you’re giving him.
The kiss is remarkable in all the ways that it truly isn’t. There’s no sparks or fireworks, and it takes you a while to get into a rhythm. Your teeth knock his a few times and you both miss the opportunities to insert your tongues into each others mouths. It’s almost laughable how bad the kiss is from a black and white perspective, but you’re satisfied. Because, above all else, the kiss is natural and it feels right.
Once you’ve found your rhythm though, you’re fully emerged in the feeling. He’s a slower kisser than you thought he would be, clearly still attempting to savor the moment with everything in him, and you let him.
It’s nice, you think, being here like this. Every first kiss you’ve had has spurred an emotional rollercoaster inside of you. You’re typically too preoccupied with doing the right thing, looking hot enough, memorizing the other person’s likes and dislikes, and thinking about the future when you kiss someone. Kissing Mark is different. You aren’t full of worries, you’re simply enjoying it. A part of you tries to pin it on the comfortability that comes with being as close friends as you are, but another part of you that’s been hiding for a long time tells you otherwise.
Your adrenaline spikes at the thought, and it spurs you to make the next move to straddle across his waist. He reacts instantly, his hands finding your hips as he kisses you harder.
You like Mark, you realize. Perhaps your heart is a little behind your head as you’re already kissing him, but the realization sparks something in you nonetheless.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he admits when his lips leave yours to trail down your neck. You aren’t sure if Mark is intending to bring the heat up, but it’s working when he finds that one spot near your carotid.
You hum, hand threading in his hair to keep him close. You love this. You love this moment. You never want it to end.
As if he hates you, Mark’s mouth leaves your neck to look at you to do precisely that.
“Are we doing this?” He says and you’re startled by his honesty and boldness. Is this the same Mark who was too scared to even sleep in the same bed as you?
“Define this.” You ask. It’s a valid question, he has to say, but he’s not bold enough to say it by name. Sure, he can grow a pair when he absolutely needs to, but his natural instinct is to quietly observe the other person, not be observed himself.
He doesn’t respond with words, but with an action much more bold than he realizes when his hands find your hips again and move you down to rest over his crotch. He’s not hard yet, but you still get the gist of what he’s trying to say. A gasp escapes you, earning a coy smile from the man below you.
“I take that as a yes?” He teases and you aren’t given the opportunity to respond before he sits up fully, meeting you in your sitting position to wrap both his arms around you tightly as he kisses you again.
Now the kiss is hot. His hands are busy all over your body, lighting fire in its path. You moan encouragingly into his mouth when his hands graze the underside of your breast. He catches the message quickly and moves his hand higher to officially grab you, both of you moaning at the contact. Your mouths connect sloppily, and you begin to feel a poke from underneath you.
It takes all the self control in your body to slow things down, but you owe it to Mark to talk about this.
You say his name into his mouth quietly, which he interprets as a moan, and responds with his own groan right back.
“Mark,” you say a little more firmly this time, your hands finding his shoulders to signal that you have something to say.
“Are you sure?” You ask and his previously anxious eyes soften.
“Are you?” He retorts and you roll your eyes deliberately at him.
“I asked you first, idiot.” You say and he smiles, bringing you in for a hug, his nose finding the crevice between your neck and shoulder. You can feel him relax below your fingers when you hug him back, your hands threading into his hair. The moment from before is long gone, but you prefer this.
You smile from your position on his lap. This is easy, you think. Much easier than it ever has been. It almost scares you how natural this feels with him, but you don’t allow your brain to indulge in the anxiety of it all. You’ll happily wait as long as Mark needs to give you an answer if he’s holding you like he is now.
“I’m sure that I want you, if that’s what you’re asking.” He says and it makes you smile again. He’s trying to get you to say it first. Your best friend has never been very sly, although he likes to think of himself that way.
“That is what I asked, but that’s not what I meant.” You say, throwing the ball back into his court.
All this back and forth is giving you a headache. Under any other circumstance you’d have been fed up with all the pussyfooting and made an actual move, but you want to give Mark the chance to say what he needs to say. You have a feeling that he needs the floor more than you do.
“I want to fuck you, but I don’t think it would mean the same thing to you as it does to me.” He says finally and you melt at his indirect confession, holding him tighter and slightly swaying your bodies side to side.
“Then ask.” You say simply, still not taking the power he clearly wants you to. He’s used to you being the bolder one, he’s never had to fight with you to get you to offer your mind.
“You’re making this really difficult for me, aren’t you?” He jokes and you let out a genuine laugh, kissing the crown of his head once you’re done.
“You’d regret letting me take the lead.” You read him honestly and he scans his brain for a conflict, but you’re right. He would regret it.
“You know me so well.” He says, resigned acceptance on his voice as his hand rubs wide circles into your back.
“I know, that’s why you like me so much.” You snark and Mark leans back to look you in the face with a shocked expression of offense.
“You said you’d let me take the lead!” He whines and you giggle, hand coming to rest on his cheek.
“You’re taking too long.” You attempt to justify yourself.
“I wanted to tell you.” He pouts and you move to grab the other side of his face with your other hand.
“You still can.” You gently inform him, quieting down and looking deep into his eyes.
You had anticipated a confession right then and there, but he continues to stare back at you. You can see the wheels turning in his head and you roll your eyes once more in faux annoyance, a teasing smile on your lips.
“Now, Mark.” You taunt with a giggle and he breaks out into nervous laughter, leaning away from your hands and you let him go hesitantly, resting your hands back on his bare shoulders.
He clears his throat and averts his eyes to the bedpost as he gathers his thoughts. It’s cute, you think, how flustered he is. All of this drama for you? Mark is this nervous to confess to you? You’re not a self conscious girl by any means, but you feel a little out of bounds by the idea that Mark Lee is flustered over you.
He’s amazing. Why doesn’t he think that you would notice that about him? Why does he look like he’s preparing himself for rejection right now? Does he really think of you that highly? Or worse, does he think of himself that low?
He clears his throat once more, saying your name quietly and grabbing your hands in his. You feel as if a bit more distance has been put between you now as you’re no longer holding him, but you allow him to guide.
“I’ve been into you for a while,” He says, taking in a sharp breath after the phrase is out. Although you were expecting to hear it, actually being in the moment feels more intense than you thought it would be. Your toes curl in anxiety as you attempt to keep your cool.
“and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before I kissed you— that I genuinely blame on the alcohol—but this is all me.” He says with a sigh at the end. If the confession had been pretty, it wouldn’t have been Mark’s. But you love it all the same.
A smile slowly creeps over your face as you look at him through your eyelashes. You don’t want your reaction to influence him, you want him to fully own this moment.
“Say something please.” He says with a cute impatient lilt to his voice that makes you laugh.
Your poker face, if you even had one in the first place, slips when you open your mouth to respond.
“Mark, I’ve been into you for… well…. not that long,” you say and he laughs in response, hopeful eyes and expectant smile on his face.
“but this is all me, too. I swear if I had known before I would’ve done something before.” You draw an x with your finger over your heart and Mark grabs your hand and presses a gentle kiss to your fingertip. Your heart melts as he grabs your hand with his two and draw them down to his chest.
“I like that you let me.” Mark says, leaning in as if he was about to kiss you. You smile, tilting your chin to meet him.
“Thank you.” He whispers before meeting your lips together in a sweet kiss.
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The Popsicle Comparisons
Pyrrha: Jaune’s bigger.
Yang: Waaaaaaay bigger!
Nora: Thicker too.
Weiss: My singing career really helped me take it.
Blake: Took me a few tries, but I can reach the end.
Glynda: I can kiss the tip when I sandwich him.
May: I wanna do that…
Velvet: I love his carrot~!
Ruby: I can’t get my hands around it.
Coco: I can’t keep my hands off of it~!
Cinder: Oh, look, it’s my discipline stick~!
Emerald: Yeah, Daddy’s bigger.
Militia: It was fun when we sandwiched it between us.
Melanie: We have to do that again~!
Neo: 🥰🍆💦
Winter: The limp I got was divine~!
Harriet: I pulled so many muscles that day… Worth it~!
Elm: He picked me up like a twig when we did it.
Salem: My ex-husband was a shrimp compared to him.
Willow: I love how he remodelled me to fit him~!
Kali: I’ve never had a human before, but good gods~!
Raven: And, I thought I was a top~!
Summer: We need to do it again, the timing was off.
Sienna: Pro-Faunas on the streets, Pro-Human in the sheets~!
Terra: I’m gay, but when it comes to, Jaune~!
Robyn: I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t divine.
Fiona: The big bad wolf is coming to ravage the poor defenceless lamb again~!
Jessica: Yellow, my one weakness~!
Jinn: You think you know everything, but then you really know everything~!
RWBY Girls: AHHHHHHHH~!
Saphron: …
Saphron: Dibs. I go next.
RWBY Girls: Eh?!
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RSNM: …
Mercury: D-Did you really…?
Jaune: Yeah…
Ren: A-All of them…?
Jaune: Yep…
Sun: One is surprising enough, but all of them?!
Jaune: Shocking, I know…
Neptune: How did that all happen?!
Jaune: Word of mouth.
Ren: Is that metaphorical, or literal?
Jaune: Yes.
Mercury: How can you manage that?!
Jaune: Semblance.
Ren: So… The whole team?
Jaune: Which ones?
Mercury: The bad girls?
Jaune: A few here, and there.
Ren: The teacher?
Jaune: You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.
Sun: The moms?
Jaune: Not all at once. I think…?
Neptune: The faunas chicks?
Jaune: They tend to bite, and scratch…
Mercury: The green ring girl?
Jaune: I still don’t understand the yellow weakness bit.
Sun: The, Relic?
Jaune: There’s some knowledge for you.
Ren: Your sister-in-law?!
Jaune: Was my first.
Mercury: Your sister?!
Jaune: Another brocon. Joy…
RSNM: …
RSNM:
YOU ARE A GOD!!!
Jaune: …
Jaune: No comment.
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