#Needless to say man I wish this movie leaned more into the horror of living on this farm for the chickens

[mintpopz]

That scene in the first chicken run where babs says that she hasn't laid any eggs put the fucking fear in me I was yelling at my screen like DONT KILL BABS despite me knowing that Babs is alive in the fucking sequel 💀

[certifiedskywalker]

Dating Allison Hargreeves Would Include...

My Dating Diego headcanons did very well so I figured I should make some for the other Hargreeves heart throb. The lovely, the charming, Allison Hargreeves!

You met Vanya (yes I know, wrong sister) at the coffee shop near the orchestra house.

(By the way, let me know if we want something like this for Vanya and the rest of the siblings. I’m already working on a Klaus piece. Thanks friends!)

She stopped in one day, shy as ever, and asked for a tea.

You noted her violin case and started talking about music.

From then on, you became fast friends.

So when Reginald dies, Vanya turns to you for comfort.

“He’s dead.”

“Who?”

“My father.”

She doesn’t seem sad, per say, but you can tell she’s mourning something.

Vanya asks you to come with her to The Umbrella Academy to read the will and such with her siblings.

“Are you sure that you even want to go?”

“No, but...I think I need to.”

So you go with her on the grey skied day to the mansion she grew up in.

You’re in awe of the mansion.

The architecture is breathtaking and the interior is stunning.

“Who knew so much pain could be held in a house so pretty?”

“You don’t even know the extent of it, Y/N.”

But you did.

You helped proofread and edit Vanya’ autobiography, so you knew the Hargreeves.

You knew about the contents of the chapters Vanya had cut from the final copy and the details she spared from touching the light of day.

You knew about Luther’s less than superb leadership.

You knew about Diego’s biting words and Klaus’ pyromaniac tendencies.

You were also familiar with Allison Hargreeve’s innate arrogance.

So when she came down the stairs to greet you and Vayna, hair tumbling over her shoulders as if she were living art, you tried not to be swayed by her beauty.

‘Tried’ is the key word there.

As Vanya and Allison share a rather strange embrace, you have to tear your eyes away and look anywhere but directly at her.

Allison takes notice of you bashfulness, your averted gaze and overall appearance.

She’s never met someone like you before.

Despite being a movie star and having met plenty of actors with plenty of prestige, Allison had never been so shocked when it came to meeting someone as she was with you.

You were stunning to her.

She wanted to know you.

“This is my friend, Y/N. Y/N….this is-”

“Allison,” you say nervously, cutting off Vanya’s introduction.

Vanya gives you a puzzled look, confusion written across her face.

Allison is only smiling.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you add quickly, extending your hand to Allison with as much professionalism you can muster.

“It’s lovely meeting a friend of Vanya’s.”

She says it like she’s never met any of Vanya’s friends before.

It’s because she hasn’t, that and you make her nervous.

Allison has never had to be nervous before.

She always got what she wanted and now what she wanted was a person.

She suddenly regrets not keeping in contact with Vanya.

Allison wished she had met you sooner.

And maybe it’s the way you’re staring at her that makes her believe you wished you could have had the chance to meet her sooner as well.

Thankfully, before either of you can say something stupid, another one of Vanya’s siblings breaks through the awkward tension gathering in the foyer.

“What’s she doing there?”

Judging from the tone and brooding exterior, you surmise the man is Diego.

“Ignore him,” Allison tries to comfort Vanya, but your friend has already withdrawn.

“No, he’s right. We should go.”

“No, stay,” Allison pleads, “I want you to be here.”

She turns her carmel eyes to you and you swear you see stars dancing in the dark pools of her pupils.

“Both of you,” she adds, sending you a smile that makes your knees weak.

Maybe Vanya missed something when she was writing her book.

Allison seemed kind…

...or at least now she was kind.

Perhaps she’s making up for lost time?

“Okay,” Vanya sighs, “we’ll stay. Is that alright with you, Y/N?”

“More than alright.”

“Perfect! Why don’t you two wait in the den and I’ll try to find the others?”

Vanya only nods at her sister and Allison gives her a grin before making her way towards a hall.

Before she leaves, Allison send a wink your way and you’re left in a daze.

“The den is this way,” Vanya says, her voice is enough to pull your attention away from Allison’s retreating figure.

As you explore the room in which Vanya spent her younger years reading and avoiding her family, Allison was thinking of you.

“She seems….nice. More than I expected her to be,” you say to Vanya as she studies the book shelf in the lounge.

“She surprised me too,” Vanya admits, “I guess dad’s death really hit her.”

You only nod as Vanya continues to reflect in her childhood home.

It’s then Pogo comes in, happy to catch up with Vanya as she introduced him to you.

You’re talking about the first time Vanya invited you to see her perform when the rest of the siblings file in.

“Vanya, it’s good to see you,” says Luther who, at least from Vanya’s account from her novel, seemed larger than life.

“It’s good to see you too, Luther,” she greets before who you can only assume Klaus give her a brief hug.

It seemed very touch of affection in the room seemed force.

All glances and words laced with some undercurrent of mutual suffering.

All except the stare Allison had fixed on you.

Sadly, it was rudely interrupted when Luther cleared his throat.

“Vanya do you mind excusing your friend. We have some family business to discuss.”

Vanya is about to protest, Allison already to leap to your defense when you speak up.

“It’s alright,” you say, touching Vanya’s arm, “I need to find the restroom anyway.”

You’re walking towards the door that leads into the foyer when you hear Allison’s soft voice.

“There’s one close to my room. Second level, towards the end of the first hall on your left.”

You look over your shoulder and send her a grateful smile.

You’re out the door seconds later and miss how her lips part in wonder of your tender grin.

Needless to say, due to the large and winding hallways of the Umbrella Academy, you’re lost as soon as you make your way to the second floor.

Your search for the restroom becomes a desperate need for help.

You’ll take anyone as a guide at this rate.

After what felt like fifteen minutes of wandering around and hearing a few shouts from the siblings downstairs, you think you finally have found the right hallway.

Music is filtering in from one of the two doors at the end of the hall, a rather pop-bop tune.

You recognize it as Tiffany’s ‘I Think We’re Alone Now’.

A blast from the past.

You also notice that one of the door, presumably the one that housed the record player the song was sourced from was slightly ajar.

Panic forgotten and sense long lost in the creaking wooden floors of the mansion, you peek inside the crack of the door.

Allison is dancing around her room with a girlish sort of glee.

She flourishes her pink-feather boa, her lips spread in a smile that sparkled like stars.

You’re so swept away in her movements, you accidentally lean against the door enough to poke your head inside the room.

It’s then Allison sees you.

You expect her smile to fade into a frown or for her to scream.

But she doesn’t.

“Fancy a dance, Y/N?”

She extends her hand to you and you find yourself unable to refuse.

The tension builds between you as you move

It’s nearly unbearable

As the song draws to close, you and Allison are a mere centimeters apart with noses almost brushing. 

You can feel her breath on your skin

And Allison can feel her heart hammering in her rib cage.

“You uh...you got some moves,” she breathes, the air tickling your neck slightly.

“Thanks,” you say with a shy smile.

You can’t tell who makes the first move, but you’re sure it was Allison.

Her lips press against yours in a flurry of soft pecks and your hands instantly bury themselves in her bouncing curls. 

Her lips are soft a taste of some sweet fruit that you are too caught up to directly place. 

When Allison pulls away from you, she pulls your bottom lip with her a bit.

The action sends a shock through you that, smiling, Allison picks up on.

“I’m glad Vanya brought you here,” she murmurs.

“Me too,” you replied before kissing her once more. 

(Okay so that’s how you two meet, now we’re gonna get into the cutesy stuff! Get ready for teeth-rotting fluff my friends!)

Being an actress, Allison loves movies so be prepared for movie nights!

Sharing and swapping sweatpants during said movies night and cuddling under a thick blanket.

“What are we feeling tonight, Y/N? Comedy? Horror?”

You normally just let her choose and without fail, she selects a good flick.

“Romance it is!”

If she does choose a horror film, you both end the night clinging to each other.

Allison likes horror movies, for that reason alone.

Often times the movie goes unwatched as you and Allison get too caught up in each other’s touch.

She’ll just start kissing at your neck until your eyes close and bliss, the film long forgotten.

However, if you’re both really into whatever you’re watching, Allison gets all sort so snacks ready.

Popcorn, candies, anything is fair game.

“Are you making brownies?”

“For movie night!”

“I think they might be burning....”

On lazy weekend days, when you’re both not busy or working, you slip on comfy clothes and set the record on to dance around.

Slow dancing to Elton John songs all the time.

Allison will never say it aloud but she loves to watch you move, especially when you think she’s not around.

You both dance goofily when you’re together, but when you’re alone, moving your body to the rhythm....

It drives her wild.

Most times, however, she finds herself longing to hear ‘Tiny Dancer’ come on the record.

It’s your song.

You tuck your head into the crook of her neck and hold each other tight.

It’s your shared, quiet moment.

You good on shopping dates to record stores sometimes to expand your musical horizons.

“What about this Queen record?”

“We already have that album at the house.”

“We?”

It was a slip of the tongue really, so natural that the term fell from your lips like an instinct.

“Yeah, we.”

“I like that,” Allison hums, pressing a swift kiss to your cheek.

Klaus teasing Allison about how she’ll never do better than you.

“You’ll never find someone as honest or kind as Y/N. Granted, the bar is low, knowing you…..”

Going window shopping with Allison only to walk into whatever store and have a little fashion show.

“How do I look?” You ask, sending a shy glance towards Allison.

Her eyes have been on you ever since you walked out of the dressing room, completely in awe of you.

Allison can’t help but stare.

“Fantastic, breathtaking….I don’t have a vocabulary big enough.”

Long story short, you guys end up making out in the dressing room.

Speaking of, you guys totally share all and any clothes possible.

Sweaters, jackets, scarfs, you name it.

“Is that my jacket?”

“Maybe...”

“It looks good on you...too good.”

Watching her do her makeup in the morning.

“You should take a photo. It’ll last longer.”

“But you’re right here, being beautiful.”

“I could say the same for you.”

One drunken night, Allison does your makeup.

You wake up with lipstick smeared all over your face and eyeshadow smudged just about everywhere.

“How do I look?”

“Still as stunning as ever, Y/N.”

However, like every relationship, issues do arise.

Due to the fact she’s never actually tried to be her true self, since her powers allowed for her every whim, she tries to win you over with ‘glitz and glam’ instead of ‘rumoring’ you.

She tries to spoil you.

Expensive clothes for expensive dates.

Expensive gifts to spruce up your place.

You don’t not like the presents but you can tell Allison is giving you her everything because she, herself, is insecure.

That’s when you claim control for one night in particular.

She’s already dressed up, ready to go out because she had reserved a table at some upscale restaurant in the city.

She looks gorgeous, as always, but this time it is different.

When you lay eyes on her now you see her confidence waver when Allison turns to face you.

“Ready to go, babe?”

You only smile and shake your head as you step towards her.

You reach for her hands and intertwine your fingers with hers.

Allison is shocked to say the least and doesn’t know what to make of the silence.

You’ve been together for a bit now and she is suddenly overwhelmed by an irrational fear that she has overstepped some unseen boundary.

“Y/N, don’t you want to-”

“I only want you,” you say, looking into her eyes as you begin to sway to an imagined tune. “I want you, Allison. Not the fancy dates or rich things….you don’t need to compensate. I love you, Allison.”

She’s happy you said those three little words first.

She didn’t have to ‘rumor’ you to hear them.

She didn’t want to.

She never did.

“I love you too.”

After that, you are closer than ever.

So close that you meet Claire.

Allison has her flown out for a week in New York and you spend time together.

You take her to museums and parks.

Allison can only watch with hearts in her eyes are you spend time with her daughter.

“Your mom is the best, you know that right. Not the best cook, but she’s really awesome.”

“Hey, I make a mean grilled cheese.”

One day, while you and Claire are playing a board game that Allison had already lost, she finds a picture that her daughter drew.

It’s in crayon but the figures are unmistakable.

Claire, Allison, and you...

Like a family….

….a family Allison didn’t know she could truly have.

You’re cuddling one night, your head rested atop Allison’s chest and her fingers working through your hair when she brings it up.

“I want a family.”

“What?”

“I want a family with you, Y/N.”

You’ve never heard Allison so dire, so serious before.

You lift your head to meet her gaze a find a light smile on her lips.

“You have one,” you murmur as you sit up and position yourself on her lap.

“You have me, your siblings, Claire,” you’re straddling her now and Allison’s whole focus in on you. “We’re your family. We love you. I love you.”

“I love you.”

You’re kissing then, hands caught in her curls as your lips meld together in a passion you’ve never held for someone before.

Allison makes you feel like you’ve never lived before you met her

And Allison swears she didn’t really know what life was about until she met you.

[secretblog1212]

Fuck, Marry, Kill.

So this is kind of really shit but I can’t figure out how to make it not shitty so here you go folks. XD sorry. Pretty much more High Steve with Robin just chilling with hints of sad because oof. Not a ship, they just friends.

The store was empty for the first time in three, long, trying, and teenage filled hours. Needless to say Steve and Robin were dead on their feet as they closed up shop.

Robin was quick to lock the doors, and Steve sped threw mopping the ��poop deck’, otherwise known as the shops front. Chairs were flipped and scoops were washed at record speed. Robin was about to grab her purse when Steve stopped her.

“Hey Rob, I was wondering if you wanted to smoke tonight? We could just throw a movie in or something.”

Well that was new. Not that she didn’t know Steve smoked every now and then, but she’s never been invited before. They had been getting closer over the summer, so it kind of made sense, and hey, if he was going to offer it out for free who was she to say no.

“Sure, just let me go home and change first, meet you at yours in about an hour?”

Steve’s smile was damn near blinding. He nodded along eagerly, and they split off, Robin heading to where her mom was picking her up and Steve to his car.

After five minutes of small talk Robin decided she couldn’t put it off any longer.

“Hey mom, I was wondering if I could hang out at a friends house tonight. They’re having a movie night, I know it’s kind of last minute but I thought it might be okay since I’m off tomorrow anyway.”

She hummed in thought, “Who’s house is it?”

“The boy I work with, Steve, I’ve told you about him before.”

“He won’t try to get in your pants?”

Robin couldn’t hold back her laugh, “Not a chance, he knows I like girls mom.”

The elders face lit up, “Oh of course then Honey, I’ll drop you off whenever your ready and maybe he can take you home tomorrow.” She relented, relaxing back into her seat.

They pulled into their driveway and Robin made quick work of showering and getting comfy close for the night. Clad in sweat pants and an old band t-shirt she threw her still wet hair up in a messy bun and gathered her favorite blanket in a bag. Down stairs her mother was watching the end to the nightly news.

“Ready Mom!”

The brunette turned and did a once over of her daughter. Concluding that she was appropriately dressed for a sleepover she picked her purse up from the coffee table and the two made their way out the door.

A quick drive later and they were pulling into the Harrington’s long driveway, the first floors lights sprinkled to show where exactly Steve was.

Her mom wished her well and Robin made her way to the doorbell. Soft chimes sounded through the house.

The double doors were yanked open to reveal none other than Steve Harrington himself, ushering her inside and waving to her mom as she pulled away.

“Welcome, welcome to the wonderfully cozy Harrington residence. We have two of fifty rooms occupied, my bedroom and the living room, feel free to pick either to get fucked up in.”

Robin eyed the blank walls of the too clean house. It just wasn’t Steve at all, it seemed empty? Lonely? Like some Hallmark mansion, just not realistic at all. Down the hall she could see the flashing glow of a television and pointed. “There.”

“Living room it is then.” Steve hummed with a soft nod. “That’s where I got everything prepared so I was hoping you’d say that.”

God he was a dingus.

There was a large L shaped couch in the middle of the room, a TV facing it against the wall on top of a dresser like stand, and a coffee table littered with snacks, movies, and a few blunts between the two. Given the stack of blankets already pulled out Robin assumed that tonight was going to be filled with warm, cozy cuddling and lazy conversations.

She wasn’t complaining though. She plopped down on the bouncy cushion and reached to flip through the movie choices.

“Anything in mind Harrington?”

“Nothing particular. They’re mostly horror though.”

That raised an eyebrow, hadn’t he already had enough horror in his life already? “You a big fan of horror then?” she asked.

Steve just kind of huffed then chuckled. “My dad says a real man doesn’t watch musicals or romance stuff. He only allows ‘manly’ movies in his house, don’t you want to watch a manly movie Rob?”

Robin just rolled her eyes and mumbled. “Wouldn’t know good movies if it hit him.” But she loved a good horror movie herself, she grabbed the copy of Nightmare on Elms Street and waved it in Steve’s face. “Pop her in then buddy.”

A minute later and they were situating blankets across the two of them as trailers flickered across the screen. Really Robin thought five blankets was a little excessive but Steve seemed to think it was lacking. He leaned forward and grabbed the pre popped popcorn, a lighter, and the first blunt of the night.

Ever the gentleman Steve gave her the first hit. She held it in her mouth, coaxing it down her throat while he took his own puff. After a few seconds she opened her mouth and let the smoke find its own way out, floating from her mouth and into the air like a cloud.

Steve was not as patient or content to see the slow going process, after a few seconds he blew the air out like flames from a dragon's mouth.

They traded it back and forth, watching each other’s different tricks as the drug slowly took effect, till the movie started up, their eyes glued to the screen.

Something Robin realized fairly quickly was that Steve was not a fan of horror movies. She could feel him slowly pressing further against her, flinching when things got too jumpy. She couldn’t blame him, besides if she could help comfort him through this one then she could find at least one happy movie to put in next, right?

After a particularly gruesome scene she decided she couldn’t wait that long. You might be thinking, why doesn’t she just say she wants to change the movie? Well, the thought didn’t even cross her mind. Instead she moves in with a quick distraction.

“That Nancy Thompson is pretty cute right?”

Steve stares up at her for a few seconds before nodding. Hell yeah she was cute.

“And that Glen dude, any character Johnny Depp plays is going to be eye candy.”

“Yeah.”

Good. If she had him talking then he wasn’t paying attention to the movie.

“Quick! Fuck marry kill, Johnny, Nancy girl, or Tina?”

He stuttered for a few seconds, his mind wrapping around the character selection. “Umm, kill Tina, Marry Johnny and fuck Nancy?”

Robin couldn’t help but laugh at how unsure he sounded.

“Hey well how about you?”

“Mmm,” she paused to think. “Kill Johnny, Marry Tina, fuck Nancy.”

The game kept up with characters before moving onto people they knew in real life. “Clair Burk, Tommy H, and Carol.”

Steve huffed long and hard for that one, taking another drag before even contemplating. Robin thought about her own answer as well, Clair was pretty cute, and surely Carol would have some redeeming qualities. Tommy was a nice guy if you caught him around the right people, but prone to violence, she’d have to go with “I’d marry Clair, fuck Carol and kill Tommy.”

Steve actually laughed at that one. “Understandable, understandable. But get this okay. Fuck Tommy, kill Clair, Marry Carol.” He was quick to continue when Robins head jerked to look at him, eyebrows raised. “I’ve known them for a super long time, right? So marry Carol cause we could just act like friends, and like I know you like girls and all but Tommy is kinda cute. He has freckles Rob, freckles. And he’s super strong-“

She stopped him before it could get graphic “Woah woah woah keep it PG, I don’t need a full description of how you’d want him to give it to you.”

They’d cycled through most of the kids in their grade that they both knew by the time the credits started to roll.

Steve sat up and stared her down, excited not unlike a golden retriever.

“Wait wait wait okay okay. So. Watch, sleepover with, or dinner with, kid addition.”

Color her intrigued. She gestured for him to continue. “Okay So Mike, Dustin and Max?”

The kids had grown on her since that night at the Mall, she’s like to think they were all friends. “Okay so watch Max, Sleepover with Dustin and Dinner with Mike.”

Steve burst into laughter.

Fine, if he was going to just laugh at her she’d give him something to laugh at.

Robin turned to face him and reached to grab ahold of his side, squeezing away at the fleshy skin. “Oh your going to laugh at me? Well you have a better idea Dingus?”

Steve’s laughter doubled and his hands grabbed onto her wrists. No matter how hard he tried to squirm to the other side of the couch he was stuck. Their legs had gotten tangled in the many many blankets about an hour ago, and neither had the motivation to unstick themselves.

Boy does he wish he had.

“I was lahaughihing cause mihine is the sahahme! Ihits the sahame.”

Oh. Well, no reason for her to stop. “Yeah, cause Mike's a shithead and gets in trouble, of course it was going to be the same! But now look at you Stevey, Hmm let me think of one.” She slowed down for a second, focusing in on who she would pair up. “How about Lucas, Jane, and Will? I won’t stop tickling you till you answer.”

I Steve kicked out as she moved her way up his ribs, digging between the bone. Somehow he ended up with his back against her, trapping himself.

“Wahahtch Lucas, dineher with Jahanehe, Wihihill sleheep ohover!”

She slowed down her fingers, not quite stopping but changing to fluttery touches that left him giggling.

Steve’s arms felt heavy and all he could think about was the tingling of her nails over his stomach and neck. He let his hands drop into his lap and threw his head back onto Robins shoulder.

“It feheheels weirherd.”

Robin leaned down to his ear to tease the poor boy. “Do you mean it tickles Steve?”

The boy nodded, hiding his blush in the crook of her neck.

“Come on, you can say it buddy. Tick-le, easy peasy.”

Steve burrowed deeper into her neck, hiding himself away from the word.

“Fine,” she huffed. “If you won’t say it then at least tell me that you like it. It’s kind of obvious at this point.”

He only leaned further onto her, probably hoping to disappear.

“Well that just confirmed it Dingus.” She cooed.

She kept up the light touches till Steve’s face had lost some of its pink. He was still squirming occasionally when her fingers strayed a bit to close to his side, and he rolled himself so they were chest to chest.

If she was wondering what kind of stoned Steve would be before she had her answer. He was touchy and clingy when high, and it somehow fit perfectly even with his previous bad boy routine.

His breathing evened out and he was fully slumped against her.

Robin stretched as far as she could for the remote and a bag of chips before laying herself back down. Now that Steve was actually asleep she could try and really watch the movie. What were best friends for if not being a pillow anyway?

[fionnfanatics]

Request: Hello! Can you do a Jack Lowden x female reader? You can write about anything I just need more of this beautiful man in my life 😍 Thank you!

A/N: I can’t get enough of this Scottish beaut.

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Every Thursday night was the weekly Y/N-Jack movie night. You had been having them for so long, you barely remembered how they started. All you remember was telling Jack you had never seen Jaws, and the rest was history. Every week you took turns hosting the movie night, trying to pick a film the other hadn’t seen.

You had been friends for 3 years now. When you moved to Oxton, Jack had been the one who found you in your moment of need. You had been totally lost, not knowing north from south. He had helped you find your way to your apartment, offering to introduce you to the city the next day.

An instant friendship had been born that day.

Now the two of you were inseparable. Everyone thought you were a couple, even your families. But unfortunately for you, you were just friends. No mattered how much you wished it were otherwise.

Jack: be there in 10

You shook your head when Jack finally texted you. He was already 15 minutes late, not that it really mattered. No matter what Jack did, he was always late. You were surprised he ever got a job. His time management was almost non-existent.

15 minutes later there was a knock on the door. You rushed over to get it, pulling Jack into a big hug once you opened the door.

“Hello darlin’.” Jack greeted, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling away. Jack then took his jacket off and hung it on the coat rack.

“Made it just in time. Look at it come down out there.” You told him, gesturing towards the window. Needless to say, it was now pouring outside. “Can I get you a bevvy?” You asked him, heading towards the kitchen.

“I’ll just take whatever yer havin’.” He shouted, heading towards the living room. Moments later you walked into the room with two beers and popcorn. “Thanks Y/N.” He spoke when you handed him a beer. “What are we watchin’ tonigh’?”

“A horror film!” You exclaimed, making Jack wince.

“Aye! You know I hate those stupid films!” Jack complained, slumping into his seat. You just laughed at his dismay, popping in the movie.

You were about halfway through when you had enough of Jack’s constant comments. He was always talking to the characters; ‘no don’ do that!’ or 'I told ye he was an idiot.’ It was funny at first, but now you were getting annoyed.

“O’ shut up.” You complained, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. He gasped, looking at you in mock anger. No longer were either of you paying attention to the movie, you were now in an all out popcorn war.

Popcorn was flying everywhere as you both let out battle cries, completely forgetting that the two of you were grown adults. You were having too much fun.

“Ahhhhhh!” Jack yelled, tackling you onto the couch when he ran out of ammo. He shook his hair out over you, making popcorn fall into your face.

“Jack!” You complained, trying to breathe through your laughs. Jack was laughing too, trying to pick some popcorn out of your hair.

When your eyes met, the laughter stopped abruptly. Your eyes widened when you took in your position; laying flat underneath a blushing Jack while he just stared dazedly down at you.

Suddenly Jack was leaning towards you, effectively knocking the breath from your lungs. When his lips finally met yours, you completely froze.

All rational thought went out the window as your best friend kissed you. Warning bells were going off that you should be kissing him back, but you were too stunned to move.

Jack jumped away from you abruptly as if he had been electrocuted. You quickly gasped in air, not realizing you had been holding your breath the whole time.

“I should go.” Jack spoke briskly, all but jumping out of his seat as he made his way towards the door.

“Jack, wait!” You exclaimed, snapping out of your shock. You rushed after him, throwing open the door after he had slammed it shut. “Jack!”

He completely ignored you, halfway towards his car as the rain drenched him. You groaned in annoyance, pushing yourself to follow him into the rain.

“Jack, stop.” You shouted, grabbing his arm to pull him back.

“What?!” He yelled, turning on you with a glare. You stumbled back slightly, a bit frightful of him. Jack immediately saw this and forced himself to calm down. “Look, I know what yer gonna say, alrigh’? And I really don’ feel like hearin’ it righ’ now.” He sighed, rubbing his temples.

“But Jack-”

“I know ye don’ feel the same way. I never wanted to make things awkward between us, and I’m really sorry.” Jack continued, ignoring you once again.

“I wasn’-”

“I’m sorry if I ruined everythin’, I didn’ mean to, really. It’s just that I’ve liked ye for a while now. And I just couldn’ help it.”

“Jack, I-”

“I’m sorry. Maybe we can pretend this never happened? I want ye in my life, I really can’ lose ye. Not over these bloody feelin’s.”

“SHUT UP YE ABSOLUTE GALOOT!” You shouted, frustration coloring your tone. Jack froze, eyes wide in shock. You had never raised your voice at him, he found himself kind of liking it. “If ye would listen to me for one damn minute!”

“Alrigh’, alrigh’. Sorry, what were ye tryin’ to say?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

“I like ye too Jack.” You said quickly, before he could interrupt you again. “I was just shocked that ye felt the same way, that’s all.”

“You, er, like me? Really?” He asked, eyes looking doubtful.

“Oh for bloody sake!” You exclaimed in exasperation, pulling the man down by his collar and crashing your lips with his. Suddenly neither of you cared that you were dripping wet in the freezing cold air. The only thing that mattered was that the two of you were finally giving into your feelings. There were no more secrets between the two of you.

“Feel free to shut me up like tha anytime.” Jack spoke as the two of you broke apart, both breathing heavily. You couldn’t help but laugh. “So does this mean tha I can finally tell my mum that we’re together? She asks every time she calls.”

“Yes, i’d say that’s alrigh’.” You joked, a warm smile on your face.

“Great! I also think my brothers had a bet goin’. I wonder who won.” He mumbled, a curious look on his face. You just rolled your eyes, shivering slightly as your wet clothes clung to your skin.

“Come on ye complete numptie, let’s get inside before ye catch a cold.” You told him fondly, taking his hand and walking back into your apartment.

“Quit callin’ me names woman!”

[def-initely-soul]

What A Small World Part 1

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

A/N: heeeey everyone! I know some of you are going to kill me for not posting the next part of Blood Relations buuuut… this is a birthday gift to my homegirl @chessireneko . It was originally gonna be a one shot, buuuut…. I got caught up to the story a little to much so… I guess this is my next series!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE AND I WISH YOU ALL HAPPINESS AND LOVE (insert Mark Tuan here) 💓💓💓

Pictures in the moodboard aren’t mine, taken out of Pinterest.

Words: 5639

Pairing: Mark/Reader

Warnings: mature themes, mentions of alcohol/drugs, implication of attempted rape (okay, I know this seems bad but it’s your standard University AU)

In your high school days,  if someone told you, you would meet your childhood friend again in college, you would have been ecstatic.

But now… Now it is slightly different.

Mark Tuan turned out to be your worst nightmare.

When you first arrived at your college dorms, you felt overwhelmed. 

Being the first time you were away from your home for so long terrified you, but also brought a tingling sense of excitement. The thought of the unknown and experiences yet to be lived managed to overlap the longing you began to feel for your home the moment it was out of reach. You had spent all your life there, in the outskirts of your little town. It was there where you had your first friend, where you had gone to school, where you had shared your first kiss, where you learned that kissing wasn’t the only thing you could do with another person. You had experienced joys and heartbreaks, success and fails and now that you are more than half the country away, you missed it all. Even the bad stuff.

But these nostalgic thoughts came to an end when you attended your first day of classes.

Having a dorm room entirely to yourself would be considered by most a blessing,  but the first days of your stay here, it only managed to make you feel more lonely. You were used to living in a boisterous environment, as your parents were two of the loudest people you knew, so when you were met with the solitude of your empty room, it rested uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach, resulting in a small case of homesickness. So when in your first day of classes you reunited with an old high school friend, you were beyond excited.

You remember Nora clearly through your high school years; besides she was one of the most popular girls in school. Always knew how to dress and act, with politeness and kindness towards everyone and not just her close friends, as people of her ‘status’ often seemed to do. 

In school you never were really close, only sharing the typical ‘hi-s’ and ‘goodbye-s’, at the start and end of school, respectively. You were from different statuses, so a friendship between the two of you was as normal as the sun coming out from the west. It was nothing personal, just the way things worked in high school. 

But in college, where such tactics and customs were nothing but childhood memories to most, a friendship bloomed between the two of you. At first, it was the need for something familiar inside a yet unknown life, for both of you and seeing a known face was like a lifeline. But as you both began to feel more comfortable in each other’s presence, you both realized you had more in common than what you had believed in high school. 

Both of you had a taste for bad horror movies and nights in. The sci-fi genre was your ‘go-to’ as long as it concerned books and you came to realize that 90’s pop was the guilty pleasure of you both. It occurred to you this was the first time you had clicked with another person, this well.  You had never felt this close to anyone before, not even your high school friends who lost contact the moment your roads parted. Maybe your parents, or a childhood friend you can barely remember.

And it wasn’t only because of your shared interests. You both understood one another in things no one did before. It was like you found your platonic soulmate.

But even platonic soulmates have their differences. One specific difference that came in the form of a party on a late Friday night.

“Come oooon, Y/N! It’s just a party!” Nora whines in front of your closet, as she goes through your clothes, brushing aside anything she deems unsuitable for a party. And that makes up more than half your wardrobe.

“It’s never just a party. I can assure you it will result in drugs, weed, regrettable drunk sex and eventually the police shutting it down. Besides Gamma Omicron Tau is the organizer…” you murmur bitterly from your bed, where you sit with your laptop in your lap, ready for binge-watching the latest episodes of your favorite show. 

The Gamma Omicron Tau is the college equivalent of your typical high school jocks. Only with more time, energy, money and sex drive, with not one brain in sight to compensate for their lack of morals.

Needless to say, you don’t like them.

Nora turns to look at you, incredulously. “That’s what a party is!” she announces, before returning once again to your clothes. “Come on, I promise you’ll have fun. That’s what college is supposed to be for!” she exclaims dramatically.

“I thought it was for achieving higher education and academic success…” you reply, uninterested as you click the first episode.

“Well, yeah, that too” Nora turns to look at you and as soon as she sees the opening of the episode, she rushes to you and lowers the laptop’s screen so it closes with a click. “You are coming to the party. I won’t take no for an answer!” she announces, her eyes serious on you, as she places the laptop on the bed away from you, and she drags you to your closet.

“I’ll only ruin your fun. Besides I have nothing to wear!” you screech in a last attempt to make her leave you be, but you realize your mistake as soon as Nora pulls that dress out of your mess of clothes.

She turns to look at you with arched eyebrows.

You scoff, nervously. “This… I would never wear this…” you stutter.

Nora tilts her head to the side unamused. “Then why did we buy it?” she inquires, her leg tapping on the floor, a motion you had come to recognize as a sign of impatience. You gulp.

“Because you insisted on me buying it after you practically forced me to wear it! Where I clearly told you it wasn’t my kind of thing” you insist, trying to get away from her grip to return to your Netflix session. Unsuccessfully that is.

“Yeah, cause as I recall you looked like a man’s wet dream” Nora shoves the dress towards you and you catch it just in time before it falls to the floor.

“Put it on. Then I’ll apply makeup to you and we’re leaving” she declares strictly as she walks to your pack of cosmetics on your desk.

“B-b-but-”

“No buts! You’re coming, you’re gonna have fun and that’s final! Aaaand you’ll probably get laid too!”

At the last words, you laugh. “Yeah, sure, whatever…” you mumble as you reluctantly start to change.

Nora raises her head to respond, but as soon as she sees you changing she’s satisfied, so she says nothing.

God, you already feel like you’re gonna regret this.

Half an hour later, finds you and Nora walking towards the Gamma Omicron Tau house. The building is booming from the loud music, with an ocean of people that keeps entering it. You see guys with perfectly styled clothes and girls with minis and high heels. You’re glad you at least wore your army boots, instead of stilettos as Nora had originally suggested. It was the only thing you didn’t back down to for today’s occasion.

Although it may be a high contrast to the little red dress you’re wearing.

You still don’t know why you agreed on buying this. It is a short, satin, burgundy dress with a deep sweetheart neckline. Its off-shoulder straps are hanging loosely on your arms, as the dress hugs you tightly in all the places you wish it wouldn’t.

When you saw yourself in the mirror, with your hair tied in a loose knot at the base of your neck, you liked it. Admittedly very much. But from the moment you stepped out of the dorms, your insecurities began to bug you. What if you show too much skin? What if the dress doesn’t look good on you, after all? What if? What if? What if?

Nora, sensing your discomfort, links your arms together. “You’re gorgeous, ok? I would be surprised if no one tries to talk to you tonight” she says, more calmly than earlier with a soft smile on her features.

“Well, then… Prepare for the surprise of your life…” you half-joke as you begin to fix your dress in order to hide more skin.

Nora huffs in annoyance. “I swear to god, one day I’m gonna slap you…” she says as you move towards the entrance.

You smile. “As if you haven’t done that already….” you joke and Nora nudges you playfully on the ribs, as you enter the house.

The party is huge.

In every corner there are people dancing, drinking, smoking, making out or all four. From the moment you enter the building the distinct smell of alcohol and smoke fills your nostrils, making you scrunch up your nose in disgust. 

The only way you’re getting through this is with alcohol. 

So the both of you make your way towards the kitchen where the bar is, to grab two cans of beer and then you move to a more open space where the real party is taking place. The lights are dim and the music coming from the speakers engulfs the room, as everyone dances to the beat of the current song. The smells of sweat and smoke mix together, and as time passes by, with you downing one beer after the other, it bothers you less and less.

You and Nora remain through most of the party in that room, talking and scanning the place for anyone recognizable. 

It’s then when you feel as if someone’s eyes are on you. It’s that shivering feeling that travels up your spine and causes you to turn around to spot the source of that feeling.

At first, you don’t see him, due to the haziness that has taken over your senses. But as your vision starts to clear, you notice him. Notice him and wonder why haven’t you before.

You first observe the way he’s standing. He’s leaning against the wall, one leg pressed against it and his hands are crossed upon his chest in a leisured fashion but not quite. It resembles the calm before the storm. The eerie serenity before the hunter attacks his prey. Which, in this case, is you.

He’s wearing black faded jeans with rips and holes in them. Above them hangs loosely a black band T-shirt, but as it reaches his chest, it becomes tighter, and you gulp at the thought of what could be underneath the fabric. 

Then your eyes move to his hair. It is a perfect shade of ashy blonde, thoroughly disheveled that calls you to feel it underneath your fingertips. His ears are adorned with multiple loop earrings, a sight that honestly turns you on more than you’d like to admit. 

And when your eyes travel to his face you realize the boy is gorgeous. His lean figure expands to his face as well, with slim features and defined cheekbones. His pink lips are tight in an almost smirk as he stares at you.

And his eyes.

God, his eyes.

They are a very dark shade of brown, almost black. The intensity of his gaze keeps you still, like a deer caught in headlights, as you feel your body getting hot. His eyes travel your body, from your head to your toes and then back to your eyes, approvingly. And when your eyes meet again, he smirks darkly at you, as he bites his lower lip.

You feel your cheeks flush and a familiar feeling expanding in the pit of your stomach, as you quickly look away, embarrassed.

Nora doesn’t seem to notice, as she continues scanning the place for a potential partner for the night. And then she finds one.

“Hey, Y/N, look over there!” she almost yells in your ear, to be heard over the music as she discreetly points to a slightly buff man with white blonde hair, who just know walked into the room with two cans of beer. You look back at Nora questioningly.

She smiles a wicked grin. “We’ve been looking at each other for over half an hour…” she says, conspiringly. Your eyes widen with shock.

“Already? Well, what am I supposed to do now?” you reply. Nora nudges you.

“I’m not gonna leave you alone, stupid…” she whispers, as said man makes his way towards you. Nora, of course, isn’t gonna leave you alone. But as you look at the man approaching, you realize you’ll ruin the mood, so you make the decision to let them be, as you roll your eyes.

“You can thank me tomorrow with breakfast…” you say, as you begin to walk away, leaving her the chance to actually be alone with him. Nora stares at you wide-eyed before she opens her mouth to protest. But just as she’s about to talk she feels a hand resting on her waist, as said man stops beside her.

“Have fun!” you yell, trying to be heard over the music. You’re not sure if Nora heard, but she just throws you a grateful smile before she turns her attention to the man next to her.

As you walk away, you quickly pick up your phone to send a message.

[You, 1:34]: have fun take precautions and don’t hesitate to call me if something happens. I’m gonna take a stroll around the house so when you’re ready to go just hit me up :)

You hit send and wait for Nora’s reply.

After not even a minute later she replies.

[Norababe, 1:35]: you got it babe. Srsly thanks ;)

You smile at the screen and then you put your phone back in your purse. Since you have nothing to do now, you flirt with the idea of talking to that stranger from before. The one that seemed to eat you with his eyes.

You decide to risk your chances with him. Besides Nora said you might get laid tonight and that actually isn’t a bad idea. It’s been a long time since you had sex and well… you missed it. But as you turn around to find him, you see the spot empty and the boy is nowhere to be found.

Great, what are you gonna do for the rest of the party?

It turns out the house has a lot of unused rooms. And most of them host especially horny couples.

You stumbled upon a lot of them, trying to find an empty room, a number which you don’t want to remember.

After realizing the handsome stranger was nowhere to be found, you abandoned the large dancing area and decided to walk around the house to find anything interesting to kill time, while you wait for Nora’s departure message.

You thought you might find something worth your time inside one of those rooms, but as far as you went you only stumbled upon images you wish to forget.

As you walk down the hallway of the first floor, which is still filled with people dancing or making out, you spot a room at the corner of the corridor, where no one seems to be near it. You move towards it quickly, pushing through sweating bodies to see for yourself if this was the place you would rest quietly for the rest of the night. 

You knock once, twice waiting for anyone to halt you from opening the door. When that doesn’t happen you reluctantly open the door and you sigh in relief when you see the room is devoid of people.

You step inside quickly and close the door behind you as you enter yet another bedroom. Now that you’re here, the sounds of the party become muffled and blurry and you bask at the comfortable silence that falls around you. A nice change from the deafening music downstairs.

You walk around the room slowly as you start to take in its details. It’s a little bigger than the other rooms with dark shades of red, gray and black dominating the space. On your right, there is a balcony which stares directly at the front lawn of the house, with a wooden desk right next to the glass doors and on your left, you see a big canopy bed with graphite covers. But what catches your attention is the wall in front of you, with shelves of books covering it completely. There must be over a hundred books in here you realize and you step closer to read the titles in admiration.

And as you pull an unfamiliar book to inspect it, the door from behind you opens. You don’t immediately turn to see who it is, as you are far too lost in the book on your hands.

Only when the stranger speaks, you realize you’re not alone.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” a deep voice says.

Your eyes stop upon the page as you repeat the words in your mind. Is it the man from before? You imagined his voice to be different, as you turn around to face him and-

It’s not him.

The man isn’t as handsome as the previous man was. He is handsome but not as much. He is more on the buff side and as you see his jacket with the gold letters ΓΟΤ you realize he’s on the baseball team.

You think this might be his room and you’re intruding but no such words left his lips. He said he was looking for you.

“Um, I’m sorry but I don’t think we’ve met before…” you say cautiously, gripping the book in your hands a little tighter.

The man has his hands in his jacket’s pockets as he shrugs and takes a step closer.

“You’re right, we haven’t. But that’s what I’m here for…” he says and only then do you notice the faint gleam in his eyes that informs you, you should get out of here as fast as you can.

“I’m sorry, I… I have to go…” you say quickly as you try to walk around him to reach the door. But his hand grabs your wrist and stops you from moving.

“You know, I’ve been watching you all night babydoll… That dress is a complete sin… You wouldn’t be walking around like that if you hadn’t the same thing in your mind as I do…” he whispers to you with a hideous grin, one that makes the bile in your throat rise. You feel sick as you try to push him away.

“Let go of me…” you struggle to break free from his grip, but his hands won’t move, you realize with fear.

“Oh, come on, don’t you want to get to know me? I swear you’re gonna be screaming my name by the end of the night…” his disgusting words reach your ears and his breath reeking of alcohol fills your nostrils as he moves his face to the crook of your neck. 

You shiver at the implication of his words and you prepare yourself to scream as loud as you can when the door opens again.

But you don’t hear it as a blood-curdling scream breaks free from your throat, right next to the man’s ear.

The man immediately hisses in pain, as he takes a step back, covering his ears. “You little bitch-” he begins as you turn around to run for your life; only to bump into the handsome stranger from before.

This stops you immediately as you look into his eyes. The stranger looks straight at you with his intense black eyes that look more serious and dangerous by the second. Is he with the other man? Is this a plan to trap you here?

But as soon as these horrific thoughts infiltrate your mind, you see the handsome stranger step aside and look menacingly towards the Gamma Omicron Tau member.

“Oh, Mark… Hi…” says the other man, nervously as he looks anywhere besides the stranger, his name you just learned. You look over to Mark as he approaches the other man with slow threatening steps and crosses his hands over his chest. He stares down the other man who fidgets uncomfortably in his spot.

“I think Michael is looking for you, Doug…” Mark says scaringly calm, as his eyes continue to pin down the other man. 

The other man looks as scared and uncomfortable as you were a few seconds ago. But that doesn’t make sense to you, since Mark is obviously less strong than the other man, and you’re sure he’s going to stand his ground-

“Ah, okay, sure…” he replies meekly, still looking at his feet. 

Your eyes widen with shock as you watch the previously oh-so-confident man, dissolve into a weak mess. The man steps around Mark quickly and goes straight for the door when-

“I know you aren’t the top in your classes, but I didn’t know you had no manners as well” Mark states mockingly as he stares at the now-motionless man by the door.

“Apologize” Mark’s voice booms through the room, even though calm. 

You look at him with a curious expression before returning your attention to the other man.

He looks at you and you see the humiliation in his eyes, as he struggles not to react. But aside the humiliation, you see the anger that resides in his eyes, at Mark’s order.

“I’m sorry…” he says through gritted teeth and he looks back at Mark, as you realize Mark must be some sort of authoritative figure around here.

Mark nods at him. “Okay. Now, get out” he says with a commanding tone and the man is gone within a matter of seconds.

You stare at the now closed door for a moment before you remember the other man in the room. Your eyes return to Mark. You find him staring at you with curiosity lacing his gaze, all anger from before, long gone.

And suddenly you remember how he looked at you before, all lust and yearning and it’s your turn to shift uncomfortably in your spot.

“Um… thanks for that…” you say to him as you look at your feet.

“I believe that’s mine” Mark brushes aside your comment. 

You bring up your gaze to see him with a half-teasing smile, pointing at your hands. You look down confused only to see the book you had picked up before, still in your grip.

“Oh…” you say, calmly. You completely forgot you were still holding it. “Sorry…” you reply as you put it on top of the desk, but then you frown in bafflement.

“Wait… this is your room?” you ask, almost accusingly.

Mark laughs. “I’m afraid so, yes” he replies, entertained by your lack of knowledge and your accusing tone behind it.

“Oh…” you repeat, timidly, as you struggle to look anywhere else than his intruding eyes. “Well, then… I… I should go…” you manage to say as you begin to make your way towards the door.

“But you haven’t told me your name…” he accuses with a slightly teasing tone.

You turn to look at him and your feet pin you to the floor, as you’re left unable to do anything but stare back in those eyes of his, that seem to want to swallow you up.

“Wh-…. why would you need that for?” you say quietly, as you feel the weight of those few beers in your judgment. Like they haze up everything.

Mark grins. 

“Nothing in particular…” he replies, but the look his eyes give you, says something different as his feet slowly bring him closer to you. 

Again you do nothing but stare.

Now that he’s closer you can detect a certain familiarity on his face, but you can’t put a finger to it. 

Not since there is a sinful spark in his eyes as if he’s anticipating your next move.

When you do nothing but gaze back, he blinks at you as a note of uncertainty crosses his features. And then it’s gone, as he falls to his familiar state of confidence, once more.

“Besides, it’s not fair for you to know my name, when I don’t know yours…” Mark smiles seductively before he eyes you up and down as if he’s staring at his favorite dessert.

His eyes make you cower, as you shift in your spot, wishing to at least be wearing something more… well, more covering.

You cross your hands on your chest defensively, but as soon as you see the smirk that takes over Mark’s lips, you realize you only managed to emphasize the way the dress clings to you and you drop them immediately, awkwardly glancing anywhere but him.

Mark steps even closer now as his piercing gaze travels up your body, sending pleasurable shivers up your spine. Now he stands right in front of you, your bodies almost touching, a feeling of anticipation slowly begins to wash over you.

You feel as if you’re trapped, like a moth to a flame. You don’t know if this is right or wrong, if you should be here or not.

But you know you definitely want this.

Your eyes land on his muscular torso, as you can clearly see it is as you suspected. The fabric of his shirt hugs his well-built frame tightly and you feel your mouth water. 

Your gaze travels to his neck, his beautiful and long neck and your eyes slowly widen, wishing to sink your teeth into the skin of his collarbone. Then you move to his face. The smirk is now long gone, with an unreadable expression taking over his features. 

And when your eyes meet his, your breath hitches in your throat. 

They stare at you with a hidden desire, a fire you both long to dwell on with each other, and a passion that seems to take over you both. His eyes are intense upon your features silently waiting. Anticipating that moment which will serve as a threshold between now and what is to come. 

The moment when not only your eyes meet, but your bodies as well, and upon the look in his eyes, you feel a familiar heat building between your legs.

“It’s Y/N…” you whisper, too lost in staring at his lips and wondering how they would feel capturing yours. 

Mark breathes heavily, before you, his hands falling limply to his sides, as he too finds himself captivated by your soft-looking lips. The moment is intense, both of you knowing what is to come next, no one wishing to stop it.

You see the movement of his Adam’s apple as he gulps, the only sign of his nervousness and that makes you want him even more.

“Y/N…” he repeats breathlessly as if the air in the room has vanished. You see him take another step closer, no more room between the two of you, and lust floods you for the impending, feeling your underwear getting damper by the second.

Then Mark’s hand raises in the air towards you. You long for the moment his skin will touch yours, yearning to feel his fingertips on you and then-

Your phone rings.

You jump slightly in your spot at the sound, simultaneously taking a step back, as Mark’s hand swiftly falls to his side, and he crosses them on his chest again.

“S-s-sorry, I have to take this…” you mumble, in the wake of the ruined moment, as you see Nora’s number on your screen. 

Mark nods uninterested which makes you look at him confused for a second before answering the phone.

“Yes?”

“Hey! It’s me! I’m at the front door, ready to go back to the dorms, where are you?!” her voice comes loud through the speaker and you flinch at the sound, earning a soft chuckle from Mark.

“I’m… I’m on the first floor but I-”

“Great! I’m coming over!” Nora yells into the phone before she hangs up. You blink in total confusion as you look at your phone.

Fucking amazing.

“Is everything okay?” Mark asks with a teasing grin. You turn to look at him, the confidence from before reappearing in his stance.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just… My friend wants to go home and I can’t let her go alone…” you say with a tone of disappointment in your voice. 

Why did Nora have to go and ruin every intimate moment? You wish you could stay more, but you aren’t gonna let your friend go home alone, especially after a party like this.

“Oh, it’s okay…” Mark’s uninterested tone makes you turn your gaze at him, baffled. But he stares at you like nothing has happened.

Well, nothing did but there was something there. Something that was going to happen if your phone didn’t ring and you can’t be the only one who noticed.

But Mark doesn’t seem at all bothered or disappointed by your imminent departure. He doesn’t even make an attempt to get your number or something. Instead, he picks the book you left and places it back to its original position, as he walks around his room and plops himself on his bed.

His room. In the Gamma Omicron Tau house. Of course.

He’s a Gamma Omicron Tau member. Douchebaggery runs in their blood. And suddenly all his confidence, or more properly cockiness, doesn’t seem at all attractive.

You frown at him, a mild anger slowly infiltrates your mind. “Right…” you murmur. “Well, this has been nice….” you say, sarcastically, wishing to coax a reaction out of him.

But Mark does nothing but smile, and it’s nothing sort of stunning as it was previously, only managing to infuriate you more, before he shrugs and looks at his door, meaningfully and then back at you.

As if he’s telling you to get out.

You scoff and you open your mouth for one last sarcastic remark, when you hear Nora’s loud voice, calling you by your full name from the corridor outside.

So you let it drop with a huff of annoyance as you make your way to the door.

But before you can reach it, you feel a grip closing around your hand and you turn to see Mark looking at you wide eyed.

“Your name is Y/N L/N???” he asks in urgency, surprise written all over his face, while Nora’s calls of your name repeat in a loop.

You stare at him, weirded out, not understanding where this is coming from. Does he know you?

“Yes…” you say, cautiously, shifting nervously under his gaze, as he lets out a breath. “Why?”

“We… I know you! We used to be friends!” he says with a spark residing in his eyes.

Now you frown at him, even more perplexed. Is this a trick? “What?”

“I know you” he repeats. “We were friends once! You even had a weird nickname for me! What was it…?” he says quickly, before struggling to remember something, while you continue to feel creeped out by the whole situation. 

But then Mark’s face lights up in recognition, and he turns to look at you with a wide smile on his lips, the only one that has been sincere till now, you notice.

“Markiepoo!” he exclaims loudly, his face resembling the one of a child during Christmas morning.

“Markie…” you say in confusion before it hits you. “Markiepoo?! You’re Markiepoo?!” you almost yell, unable to believe it at first.

‘Markiepoo’ was the nickname you had for your first friend. It was a boy, two years older than you, around 9 years old at that time and you had met him when his family moved in the house next to yours. You became friends when you discovered a wounded kitten in their backyard and rushed to help, only for it to scratch you and for the boy to come help you, after hearing your cries. After that, you became inseparable for the next two years, before his family disappeared. No one knew why they left or where they went and they left no means of communication for you to reach them. That’s how he disappeared from your life.

And now that is how he appears again.

The boy smiles, almost childlike as he nods. But in a second the innocence is replaced by the arrogance you became accustomed to, in this short amount of time.

“What a small world…”

As you and Nora walk side by side, reaching your dorms, you still can’t believe what happened today. Besides the fact that you nearly got assaulted, you almost had sex after a long time and the man turned out to be your long-lost childhood friend. Who happened to be one of the most notorious Gamma Omicron Tau members.

Mark fucking Tuan.

Nora explained to you on the way back, you had just walked out of the room of the most infamous playboy on campus. 

No one knew how many girls he had slept with. Not even Mark himself. And he was also known for not coming back for seconds. Once done and that was it. Mark was into the one-time thing, never getting into something more serious with any commitment that threatened to take away his freedom.

And you almost slept with him.

The thought keeps on plaguing your mind, as you lay your body on your bed and Nora sleeps on the other bed of the room, the image of his lustful eyes still burned on your brain.

Fuck why did you have to listen to Nora? Netflix and popcorn would have sufficed.

But suddenly the thought doesn’t seem as appealing as it did a few hours ago.

Not with a certain pair of eyes haunting your mind.

sooooooooooo, how was it? I expect feedback on this so don’t hesitate to ask me anything! Again happy birthday to the beautiful @chessireneko , I wish you all the happiness in the world, love!! 💓💓💓