#idk its been sitting in my drafts for a while and i just couldn't get myself to answer

[httpiastri]

hello! since the year is almost over, i wanted to ask what your favorite moments from 2023 were in these series: f1, f2, f3, indycar, and freca/f4 (if you watched those)! happy holidays 💚❤️

f1 – so so many good ones to choose from!! watching oscar take his first points in his home race was magical. silverstone was pretty insane too, i was pretty much freaking out and not believing my eyes during quali. it felt so surreal, i still smile when i think about it, i remember how i was like jumping and going crazy in front of my tv while my cousin just stared at me like 🤨 obviously suzuka and qatar too, mclaren podiums will always have a special place in my heart. all of lando's podiums make me so warm too <3 and liam's first points in singapore !!!!

f2 – it would be silly not to say baku, no? it was such an amazing weekend to experience. ollie truly showed his capabilities and i was very proud <3 i also really loved his feature win in monza, an fda boy in prema's home race and just 🥺 and zandvoort, obviously! clem!!!

f3 – more lows than highs lol. no, but monaco was a good weekend, dino first in his quali group and then his 2nd place in the feature <3 paul in hungary, his redemption in the sprint !! and spa before they pitted with paul 🤭 hoping for more highlights for dino next year, he was too unlucky in 2023 :(

indy – i wasn't super into indy this year (planning on watching more actively next year!) but the indy 500 is something that springs to my mind. my whole family was gathered in front of the tv (even my brother and mom who don't really care for motorsports) and we were all so nervous for marcus (ericsson) lol. other than that, all i can remember is waiting up until like 2am for quali one weekend (cant remember which) this summer and then realizing that there was a storm and it was postponed several hours 😶

freca/f4 – hmmm i feel like most of the f4/freca races i watched were pretty unlucky for the drivers i was cheering for lol... all i can remember is arvid being crashed into, and me chatting with people in the live youtube chat lol. ohhhh but freca in zandvoort, the feature when kimi started p8 (?) but took the lead in like 2 laps and then won by 12 seconds despite the red flag, a great way to secure the title 😁

[osaka-lilac]

Asking you to kindly elaborate on the strollonso football au:

hello raapija my beloved, i would love to elaborate <3

for those out of the loop, refer to my tags on this post!

warning: i am an american with a incredibly basic understanding of footy ("soccer"). there is a reason the actual talk of any gameplay is basic and limited

fernando is this new guy to Lawrence Stroll's footy team right. (because in every universe, lawrence has to own a Team.) i can imagine he's some draft pick from spain for a new striker or something like that. possibly some trade, maybe a mid-season exchange (they do that in american football but idk if they do that in footy) those who know specifics of positions in footy please let me know your thoughts on what position fernando would play

lance: couldn't give two shits about footy. he's seen maybe once in a blue moon on the sidelines tagging along, and he's known for being visibly bored or on his phone during matches. (he has the Pout Blast 3000 for this.)

the reputation he receives from fans is much like the perceived impressions he gets irl: some spoiled kid who shouldn't be there. he's more into hockey than any match his dad's team could ever play.

now when fernando shows up its like a fucking slap to the face. like. "holy fuck i didn't think they could be this hot" type beat.

for the first time, lance shows up to a team practice with his father, not just a match. but he's really not there for the team: he is enamored by fernando. his speed. he's a sly yet devilishly handsome fucker with this wicked grin when he knows he's tricked his opponent yet again, and lance is obsessed.

not only does he start going to way more matches. he also starts showing visible interest and gets invested. and he gets loud. the mumbles online about his "spoiled reputation" turn to joy. he becomes a meme of the team for a few weeks after a clip of him getting frustrated after a poorly-called card is given to fernando ends up going viral.

and maybe this entire time, fernando has been watching this young boy from afar. he totally believes he can't be with his literal manager's young son and jeopardize his spot on the team and a shot at glory. and maybe he believes that lance initially isn't interested. but maybe when he sees lance become more invested in the team, he figures he might have a chance. he just can't figure out why lance has become so invested in what was, quite frankly, a very short amount of time.

so maybe fernando's on the side for a while in a practice. lance is there, but he seems distant. not in the game. not really watching the drills by the other players with much enthusiasm. and fernando's a smart man. and he puts some pieces together in his brain. and makes a move.

he comes up to lance and asks to talk with him once practice is done. when all the other players are gone. in the locker room. of course lance agrees

flash forward a bit. n lance is like. hanging out by the exit outside of the locker room. he counts all the players. and when there's only one left. he goes inside. finds fernando sitting on one of the benches, still in his kit.

they get to talking. what lance does outside of being at games, (i can imagine him being a student but i don't have the will to kin assign him a major right now), what his favorite hockey team is (habs. of course) and of course, the loaded question:

"lancito, what's gotten you so interested in the team now?"

of course, lance doesn't really respond to this, kinda dances around the question. he gets flustered. he doesn't want to be found out. what if he sees right through him, what if he already knows, what if he tells his dad??

fernando leans in slightly, and slides his hand over lance's hip. he cups his chin softly, and slowly turns lance's head to look at fernando straight on.

"be honest, niñito."

and when has lance ever been anything but honest.

[helplessautomaton]

Could I request tecchou with prompts 3 and 12? Thank you I love your work!

3 (“don't you see? I'm the only one who really cares for you”) + 12 (“please.. just let me hold you.”)

sorry for the long wait, i realize that i, in fact, have drafts that need to get done! anyways hope you enjoy this, its currently 3:30 am and my head hurty

no TWS i can think of, i think, maybe idk

Life wasn't exactly in the cards for you and anyone close to you knew that well. Your mood reflected every bit of frustration. However you tried your best to look up in the worst of it all, it's that or to the grave you go. Your poor lip had been picked at so many times, the blood staining your nails. You wondered if the skin would ever stop healing. Afterall, what's one public display of terrorism on your way to work caused by who knows, gonna do to ruin your already shit year? That's right, bring Tecchou Suehiro into it because you wanted to be heroic against your body’s wishes. It was alright for a while, he talked to you a far bit longer than the rest of the victims of the attack. You jokingly took pride in his coworker’s comment about Tecchou spending just a little longer on you. The letters came frequently, more so legal nonsense with “support” mentioned in them, then there was one from Tecchou. The name didn't click originally and the letter was almost discarded had you not kept reading down. He thanked you for your bravery and how much it takes, rolling your eyes but it did make you smile. 

Applauding you for what you did that day kept circling back in your mind, something to latch onto with a heart barely full of pride. The legal letters stopped but tecchou’s letters did not, after the third letter, you wondered why he even bothered scouting out your address. Everything you felt was now sinking down into the dark blues of regret in your mind. Then the letters were not enough so he came in physically, a little cafe date then to a restaurant, then something bigger. It all became just a little too much then way too much. You used to not notice the way he would make sure you were physically okay, but you followed his eyes carefully. His questions about your health did get annoying and not comforting like they used to be. People who used to check in stopped, like they were scared but you never knew why. You got a hint that Tecchou’s behavior towards you affected his line of work. The white haired man who scoffed at Tecchou’s extended talk with you that fateful day was the same man yelling loudly at him. Forcefully taking the infatuated soldier with him while giving you mixed signals on how he felt about you, Tecchou’s expression went blank in his coworkers grasp. 

The last person you talked to got exposed for horrible things, you only found out by Tecchou. Your world was falling apart in a weird way and you didn't even know why anymore. The man in question only tilted his head at your quickly distressed face, you forgot why he was even with you today. He tried to comfort you but you resisted in your scrambled up mind. Tecchou let out a sigh before speaking up, “don't you see? I'm the only one who really cares for you, i deeply care for you,” He said your name with such care in love but you were too deep in mental turmoil to even realize it. Tears quickly spouted from your eyes, while you cried out on why this was happening to you, why everyday was such a horrible day. You barely felt Tecchou’s figure try to hold you before you pulled away, your hands covering your face as you still cried. Trying to sit down on the floor but Tecchou refused to let you sink down, still desperately wanting to hold you. “please..just let me hold you. I want you to be okay.” Why can't you have an okay year?, why couldn't you have friends that weren't such horrible people? Why did it have to be you that people were afraid of? Why out of anyone did you decide to play hero? The only person who had stayed was Tecchou, it was always Tecchou. 

So just this time, let him hold you.

[janethealien]

erm guys

I have an omori au in my head

omori faith au..

!!please note I only have the main characters thought out so far!! :(

(more under cut bc uhh nervous, my friend really didn't agree with my choices for characters and that was a bit discouraging..)

ok so first of all kel is john. thats bc he's my favorite and tbh I like au's where sunny isn't the main protagonist.. its more of just a strong gut feeling that he should be john.. (i don't see him working as well with other main characters and opinion moment)

hero is both father allred and garcia, as in he is instead heavily injured during the exorcism.. him and kel don't really contact each other at all due to what happened until later aka chapter 2 onwards..

also!! lisa is sally!! she's doing a bit better than her brothers, just trying to find her way in life and it's going a little worse then anticipated..

aubrey is amy!! i feel most confident with this one because of both not really liking their homes and stuff:p (also!! fyi ages are played around with a little bit to fit the story!!)

basil felt like he was more fitting for tiffany!! aka extreme devotion (he basically did everything for sunny even tho he didn't care..) he sort of knows he's being manipulated, but couldn't care less as long as he's helping sunny..

okay sunny is gary... he gets people to join in the same way as gary does, but instead his personality is just like canon sunny

his story only makes sense with mari!!! who is miriam bell.. aka mari's family runs a cult that she later takes over after they die.. they summon sunny and the two act like siblings so nobody notices anything.. mari dies not bc she was too old for being a vessel, but because her perfectionism led her to do something she was not physically able to handle yet..

OTHER STUFF!!!:

hero, kel, and sally were by themselves for a bit with their mom, and took care of her while taking care of themselves as well!! their mom still dies tho and all the orphanage stuff still happens.. hero eventually becomes a priest, and kel follows his steps since he wants to be like him as sally goes off to do her own thing..

that is all sorry idk I got nervous about this au it's been sitting in my draft because I was worried it had to be the greatest thing ever,,,,,😰

also I may or may not make designs it's just been a silly concept for now

[alexturnerpet]

୨⎯ 𝐔𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ⎯୧

｡･ﾟﾟ･𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵･ﾟﾟ･｡

۵ Alex Turner x Reader

↳ Prompt: Your dad invites you to a dinner with a relatively new friend, Alex, and after a lot of unbearable sexual tension, Alex decides he has had enough and that he absolutely needs you.

↳ Warnings: light smut, Age gap, public sex

↳ Word count : 1.1k

A/N: This has been rotting in my drafts so i just wanted to get this out here and i’ll eventually get to your requests lol and this is not proof read and i haven’t touched this in a while idk if i even like it anymore.

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Admittedly, you wanted nothing more than to break off the plans you had with your father, but he seemed genuinely enthusiastic when he invited you to have dinner with his new friend Alex from work.

You couldn't bear making him upset by cancelling on him last minute. 

Entering the restaurant, you immediately spot your dad and the back profile of his friend . You thanked him in your mind for choosing a spot near the entrance as you’d rather save yourself from the embarrassment of walking around the place like an idiot searching for them.

They didn't notice you approaching them until you were only a few feet away from them. Your dad gave you a warm smile and stood from his chair as he finally acknowledged you.

“Hey! Im glad you made it!” He greeted you, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“Of course! how could I ever pass up an evening with you?” you smiled back.

You pulled away and turned to finally have a look at the man your father wanted you to meet.

You almost let your jaw drop at the sight of this man. He was intimidatingly attractive. His hair was pushed almost perfectly away from his face making his widow’s peak known and his facial hair was starting to grow out.

“Alex, this is my daughter.”your father said excitedly, sporting a smile.

He extended his hand to shake yours. “Nice to meet you.” he greeted.

You had to exert a considerable amount of control in order to not like your hand shake as you reached over to shake his. 

“you as well” you tried to muster up a confident smile but it fell slightly when you noticed his eyes linger up and down your body, making chills wave throughout your body. 

You tried so desperately to push that thought out of your mind as you went to take a seat next to your father.

“Oh you might not wanna take this seat, it has a pile of beans on it and I already  told a waiter about it but they haven't come back to clean it yet.” your father alerted.

“oh”

“take the seat next to me, its clean I promise.” Alex joked, letting out a small laugh.

Your nerves instantly shot up, you already had trouble just shaking his hand. How were you supposed to sit next to him for a whole dinner?

You hesitated momentarily before accepting his offer. 

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Your hand fisted the beige cloth of the table as Alex’s fingers grazed over your clothed cunt. 

Your legs closed subconsciously, locking his hand right in between your thighs. You looked over at him and he only gave a slight smile as he continued to 'listen' to your dads story.

Your dad being so engrossed in his story, never even detected the way that his friends hand never left the thigh of his daughter throughout the whole night.

Or that you’d been palming Alex through his pants.

Your lips pursed in an attempt to contain all the potential noises that were dying to spill out of you, and Alex was just so eager to hear them.

His fingers never stoped moving even after being tightly clamped between your legs. You were dripping, all the playful taps his foot would give you, the lingering stares, the times where is hand would ‘accidentally’ brush against your thigh, had you lusting for more.

You were so grateful that the table was high enough so that your dad wouldn't get suspicious.

His hand slipped into the leg hole of your loose shorts and his fingers rubbed your clit against your panties.

Involuntarily, a whine escaped your mouth.

Your dad paused his story, a worried cast plastered on his face.

“are you okay y/n?”

“yeah yeah i’m fine just.. cramps.” you lied.

“oh i’m sorry honey, i wish i had some pain killers for you. ” he frowned.

You shifted in your seat slightly, still even while your father was talking to you, Alex never stopped rubbing circles on your clit.

“i think i uh, have some advil in my car, ima go get that.” you said, turning to face Alex momentarily, hoping he’d get the hint and revoke his hand from your shorts.

Which he did promptly.

You stood up and made your way to the entrance of the restaurant. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t secretly hoping that Alex would come up with a lie as well and follow you to the car.

Just as you were about to go through the door, you turned back, hoping to see Alex following behind you.

But, you were let down as you noticed Alex getting back to conversing with your father. You knew it was a stupid thing to hold out hope for, but still it didn't stop disappointment from wearing your face.

Your father noticed you glancing at them and gave you a smile. Which you of course, returned. Your smiled faded just as fast as your turned to walk away.

Disappointed, you really considered getting in your car and driving away while texting your dad some excuse on why you left.

A frown was plastered on your face as you slipped into your car, and turned in the engine.

You almost changed gears before you heard taps at your passenger window.

You jumped slightly before turning to realize that it was Alex. Your once faded smile reappeared again.

You wasted no time in unlocking the door.

“Hey there, you weren’t thinking of leaving right?” he inquired.

“oh.. uh no of course not.”

“funny, could’ve sworn that i saw you about to step on the gas.” he smirked.

“okay fine, i was.”

A look of worry suddenly appeared on his face “was it me? was it what we were doing?” 

“no no it wasn’t that its just..” you hesitated. You weren’t sure how you felt about letting a man you’ve known for 3 hours max that you wanted him to follow you to your car.

“oh i get it, you wanted me to follow you. didn’t you?” he smirked.

You couldn’t help but smile at his cockiness. His lips curled tightly as he leaned in towards you. His lips felt better than you could have ever imagined.

“You’re such a fucking slut. Letting me touch you like that back there. Anyone could’ve been able to see me touching you like the whore you really are.”

His arm snaked sprung your waist pulling you into his lap. You, almost instinctively, began go grip your hips against his.

“look at you. God you were fucking soaking earlier.”

He held up his digits to you, showing off the semi-dry glisten that you knew was from your cunt earlier.

You watched intensely as his fingers entered and left his mouth with a pop.

A pink tint appeared across your face, making his cock even more erect than before. He loved how the smallest things had the biggest reactions from you.

You hummed as your began to kiss his neck lightly, almost catching him by surprise.

"You're a fucking gem. If I would've know how fucking needy you were I would've taken you in the bathroom much.. much earlier." His momentary pause was due to your tongue stroking that spot that was just right.

“let’s go to the back seat shall we? I'm dying to taste you again.”

[cherry-ber]

“You notice how wine makes people wanna feel, like sexy?”

Pairing: idol! Mark Lee x female reader

Plot: Lonesome creeps into everyone's mind, even those who seem to have it all.

Genre: fluff mostly, angst.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, extremely painful for me to write this since I feel lonely idk if that triggers you too.

A.N: inspired by the first draft of too drunk to fuck and my bff's dependence of wine to exist 😳 this took me 10 hours to write but it might still be pretty shit. And yeah Clueless some how

After a long, long week of continuous recordings, dance practices, re-recordings and photo sessions, all he wanted to do, was sleep for twenty hours straight. He knew that he was a very lucky man, he was really living the dream. Not everyone was able to do what they loved, with people they genuinely liked, and still get payed for it, but he was. He had always been grateful, he knew the real value of things in real life, and sometimes he felt like he didn't even deserve it.

An insane amount of people knew his name, knew him, and constantly made sure that he knew how appreciated he was, but he couldn’t understand it at all. Sure, he proved himself over and over again how great he could be, and he was proud too, but why did people really loved him? Sometimes it's easy to lose yourself, but lately he was struggling even more, he felt lost and unworthy, he felt guilty, even, because he shouldn't feel this way.

Mark was home alone, after his friends went out to have dinner and drinks. He excused himself out of the reunion saying that he would call his parents and then heading straight to the bed. He wasn't lying at all, he did have a small call with his family, and then went to his room, expecting that he'd fall asleep soon and forget about what he was feeling, he was done with that for today.

He played a movie in his computer, knowing that whatever it was, he wasn't paying attention anyway. He hated to admit it, but he felt like he was missing something, rather, someone. He felt ridiculous, knowing how much people loved him, how many friends he had, but he couldn’t help it, he would be lying if he didn't say he could use a little company. Mark was busy most of the time, which, although tiring, was an escape from his loneliness, it was moments like this where he'd have enough time to sink in this small puddle of angsty feelings, that just grew until it was as big as an ocean. He couldn't explain why he felt so bad, he had enough friends to count on, and even when he considered he was only in need of a physical affect, it turned out to not be the answer, even when he masturbated, when he was finished, those feelings were still there. As the movie went on without him noticing, he turned his head to the side, and imagined someone next to him, wearing his clothes and stealing his blanket. He giggles, imagining cuddling someone to sleep, their heat making him feel home. He finally closes his tired eyes with a smile, hoping his dreams will be sweet and last long.

He wakes up in a bad mood, and doesn't really want to talk to anyone, his older friends notice, and decide to let him be, they know that if something is really wrong, he'll come to them eventually. After a quick shower, he decided he needed some privacy, some time alone, despite being scared of being stuck with himself, and went out on his own, ignoring the texts on the group chat, where everyone wondered where he was going. He had breakfast in a small Cafe, went to a movie matinee, an art gallery, a theater play, and then to a mall to buy himself expensive clothes. He had an okay day, and he grew a little bit of joy, finding himself alone and still almost enjoying his time, but mostly, ignoring his mind when he saw a couple, and wished he could have that too. He enters a restaurant, intending to order something take out for his friends, as an apology for being moody and worrying them. He waits stand up next to the door, with a cup of coffee they offered him, until he suddenly turns around after hearing his order being ready, and ceashes with someone as he does. He spilled his drink over his and their clothes. He starts apologizing, but all he gets as a response is a soft, sweet giggle. He looks to the stranger's face, and is met with a fond smile.

“It's okay, go get your food, I can fix myself”

He's caught off guard, and all he can do is shake his head yes and do as he is told, coming back to them, apologizing again.

“I'm such an idiot, I'm so sorry” he's totally embarrassed, and he feels a blush running through his face.

“It's alright, it wasn't your fault”

The stranger walks inside to take a table, and he rushes out, walking back home. That giggle makes its way to his mind a couple times as he arrives.

After eating, he goes to bed, feeling somehow full with himself, but he doesn't know if it was after forcing himself to like him, or if he was so desperate for someone that a small interaction like that would get him sleepless thinking this person would be his person.

On that same week, he founds himself running into that same stranger everywhere. When he goes get coffee with his friends, when they go to buy groceries, when he heads to the studio, and he wonders if he should be worrying, but decides not to.

Surprisingly, he founds her again, when he is entering a new coffee shop, and she walks her way out. He opens the door for her, and is met with her fond smile again, that grows larger as she recalls his face. She mumbles a sweet 'thank you' and keeps walking. Some courage grows inside Mark, and blurts out whatever his brain was fast enough to say.

“Thanks for not spilling that coffee back” the young lady finds the sentence, although awkward, funny, and turns back to him to reply.

“Maybe I should pay for your coffee, though, you were enjoying it until I crashed into you” Her melodic voice is enough to put Mark in a trance, and loses control of what he's doing, disconnecting from his awkward self.

“Actually it was my fault” he giggles remembering how sweet she was, even after Mark probably just ruined her day “Did you get a horrible stain?”

She walks closer to him, small steps that make his heart beat faster.

“It wasn't horrible, I wouldn't say that, it was just, slightly bad”

“I don't want to be a weirdo, are you busy right now? I could use some chatting, and I really owe your laundry money”

She was never an outgoing person, but she was flattered by his proposal. She was meeting someone, but she figured it wouldn't be important enough to not cancel.

“I would love that, but you owe me nothing” she giggles and walks beside him into an empty table.

“I'm Mark, by the way”

“I know that” she laughs it off, attempting for things not to be awkward “My name is Y/N”

It was only after several months, that Mark found himself, again, over thinking about how lonely he was, and how desperate he was for it to end. Whenever he had the chance, he'd spend time with his new friend, and for some weeks, thats was enough, until he realized that, all she wanted from him, was a friendship. His friends noticed, too, how after a while, that wasn't enough for him, but he was terrified he'd lose her, but they'd often try to help him out in whatever way other men would think was best, teasing her when she was at the dorms, insinuating how cute of a couple they'd be, and shamelessly asking if by any chance, she'd have feelings for him, never really giving away Mark's crush on her, not explicitly at least.

One afternoon, when they were all watching a movie together, when suddenly, Johnny and Taeyong convinced everyone to go out and have dinner, even after Mark suggested they just called the restaurant, because he was too tired to go out.

“Oh” Taeyong said, grabbing his keys and putting on a hat “then you can stay here with Y/N and order something and we can take our time”

The girl was a little disappointed, she loved spending time with the other guys two, but she agreed, knowing that Mark wouldn't want be convinced to leave the couch.

She sees then leave, and turns around to look at her friend, somehow aware of what his friends were trying to do; leave them alone, after last night they discussed Mark should just accept the reject, and confess. The boy asked, pleaded and begged them not to leave them alone, after he opened up about his feelings, but of course, his friends thought they'd know better.

“Can you order pizza while I take a shower?” his attention called back to where he was, as the sweet woman walked into the living room, with a bottle of wine and two cups. Mark chocked in his spit, when the thought of her showering, and how much he'd love to enter the scene, crossed his mind.

“Yeah, sure” he watched her walking away “Do you want some clothes?”

“Well, if I could steal one of your hodies tonight, I wouldn't mind”

He does as he's asked, calling a pizzeria and taking off his hoodie, hoping that she'd appreciate the smell of his cologne, that he wears only when she's coming around.

When she comes out, wearing her jeans and tank top, he throws the sweater at her, she puts it on and sits in the couch next to him, ready to start eating, reaching out for the bottle to serve them a cup after the first bite.

“I don't want to drink that” he'd never been a fan of alcohol, he knew he could use a boost, but he was still afraid of it.

“Huh? Why is that?”

“I don't drink wine” She recalled how he'd often drink with Johnny and her, whenever Johnny wanted to open a bottle, which happened quite often, but decided not to insist, although she did pour a cup for herself.

Mark, and any other men, really, always wondered what could she be thinking about, she was wild, energetic, but calmed and peaceful, she was always kind, but wouldn't hesitate to start a fight if to defend herself or someone else, she was never scared, but she was sensitive and fragile. He couldn't help the sigh that left his body, remembering why he had feelings for her in the first place. He knew how much she'd hate to be in a relationship, they had already discussed it, after some girl confessed to Mark, and she mentioned how relationships to her were useless, since she got all the love she wanted from her friends, and that way, she made sure that all the love she gave was reciprocal. When he told his manager about his feelings, expecting him to give him helpful advice, he just told him to forget about her. “women like her are too complicated, it's not worth it”. He wondered then, how many other guys would think the same, and refused to be one of those.

They were both full, and cuddling in the couch, she was sipping her second cup, when Mark suddenly poured a cup for himself too, and drank it in one large sip. He felt a rush through his body, his face flustered, and a numb sensation in his limbs. He was trying to keep himself still, but the sudden alcohol in his body made him bubbly and the woman next to him realized. The cheesy romcom that was playing on the back made him giggle in every other scene, and with every minute that went by, he felt looser and looser. He served another cup and drank it just as fast as the first one. Soon, he found himself leaning towards the body that sat next to him. Y/N pat her thigh, inviting Mark to rest his head there, which he did, while fidgeting with his fingers.

“You notice how wine makes people wanna feel, like sexy” he lets out in a serious tone.

Giggly, his friend shakes her head no, and places her cup in the table in front of them. “Do you feel like sexy?”

He sits himself back, eyes wide open, same serious expression in his face.

“I guess so?” he laughs at how dumb he must sound “I feel... Jiggly”

Her sweet, loud laugh fills the room, and Mark is proud of himself for making her so happy.

“Love, you should go to sleep already” he feels his face hotter and hotter, and can only imagine how red he must be “you were already tired, I'll clean up and meet you in your room-”

Mark bursts out of his bubble and speaks

“Don't do that” he says softly, as if he was genuinely hurt by her words “Please, don't do that”

Worried, Y/N walks closer to him, “Do what?”

He looks down to his feet, feeling tears forming in his eyeballs, product of his low alcohol tolerance, and his overall emotional state. “Dont call me love. You don't love me”

She reaches for his hands, attempting to make him look straight at her eyes “Of course I love you Mark”

“Not the way I want you to”

She had never been good with other people's feelings, especially romantic feelings, she had a hard time catching indirects.

“In which way is that?” hesitant, Mark stares at her for a couple seconds, before staring at her lips, too numb to do better, he grabes her chin and pulls her closer to him, a sweet, slow kiss surprising her as much as himself. When he pulls away and expects a response of any kind, all she can do is try to look at him.

“Oh, Mark” she finally manages to say “is this the way you feel?” he nods, still nervous but hopeful that she'll feel the same “You're drunk, go to sleep” she turns around as she cleans as quick as she can, as mark makes his way to his room, or to the first room he sees open.

Before the other men living in the dorms arrive and ask questions that she doesn't want to answer, she leaves, leaving a post it note in the fridge for Mark”

“Drink water and have a painkiller,

I had to go home. Thanks for the wine

-Y/N”

Too many weeks after, Mark calls her phone one more time before he enters the dorms, wondering if he had really done the worst thing in the world, for her to ghost him like that. He let a tired sigh out, grateful that he was home alone again. He goes to his room, ready to sleep for as long as he can, but when he opens the door, the lights are on, and in his bed sits what could be only described as an angel, beautiful as always, smiling and kind Y/N, with a cup of wine in her delicate hands, and another one on his nightstand, that she offers him as he's taking off his shoes and sweater.

With pain and regret in her eyes, as he's taking the first sip, she attempts to break the silence. “You ever notice how wine makes people feel sexy?”