#tbh im not satisfied w the summary i picked

[uriekukistan]

title is from sufjan stevens' "fourth of july" bc i had it on loop while i was writing....

fiction, future, and prediction | Yuuji Character Study | Angst | 8.5k words

Yuuji loses his grandfather in bits and pieces, not all at once.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Grief/Mourning....it's 8.5k of Yuuji grieving okay that's it that's the plot

“Your grandfather has taken a turn for the worst, unfortunately.” Her words hit like a kick to the stomach, jarring in its abruptness and sickening in its force. “Oh,” Yuuji replied in a small voice. When he hung up the phone, his head was spinning and his ears were ringing. A turn for the worst…How was he supposed to go to school with information like that on his mind? But if he went to the hospital now, he’d just be scolded by his grandfather for shirking his responsibilities and not living his own life. You don’t need to be here every day. Don’t waste your time here. Go join a club. Go study. Go hang out with your friends.

[huangels]

so one night stand isn't an option anymore? - mark

request: heyy person~ can you pleease do a mark scenario where a movie night ends up in a making out session, both of you being only friends. what happen after and all that

a/n: i didn’t write any smut bc i can’t so it’s just solely making out i guess. also i feel like my titles are getting longer and longer and idk how to cut them down tbh. also pt2 it was getting a bit too long so the end may seem a bit rushed sorry for that… also pt3 idk how i feel about this scenario hmm

summary: Being bored out of your mind, you show up unexpectedly at your best friend, Mark’s place. Things get hot and heavy as alcohol runs through the both of your systems.

genre: uhh?? idk lol fluff and smut? but not really fluffy and there’s no actual smut? (im a mess sorry)

warnings: cursing, suggestive smut

word count: 2k

A knock echoes through Mark's empty apartment as his roommates are out on this Friday night. Mark gets up from his desk in his room, making his way to the front door. Another impatient knock comes and Mark shouts out that he's coming.

He swings the door open, thinking it's one of his drunken roommates coming home, but is surprised when he sees you standing outside his door, in nothing but a large sweater with the University's logo stitched to the front. The sweater is long enough to cover your shorts but Mark knows you're wearing them as the ends of the drawstring peaks under the sweater.

"Y/N? What're you doing here?" Mark asks, stepping back to let you into his home. You come in while tossing your keys onto the small table by the door and beelining to the couch in the living room. Mark follows after closing and locking the front door. As he enters the living room, he sees you sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through your phone.

Mark lifts your head before taking a seat himself and then placing your head down on his lap. You lock your phone and let it drop onto your stomach with a groan after seeing pictures of all your friends hanging out in a club without you.

"Mark~, we should do something, anything. I'm bored as hell right now and all my friends left me," you explain, looking up at your best friend from his lap.

"What do you want to do then?" he questions, running a lazy hand through your hair.

"I don't fucking know, that's why I came here," you say, throwing your hands up and almost hitting Mark in the face. He grabs it before it can, holding it above your stomach. A silence flows by as the both of you think about what to do.

"Can we go clubbing and just get drunk off our asses? We can dance and let loose," you say, wrapping your other hand over the one holding onto Mark's hand. His face twists at your suggestion.

"Y/N, we're gonna need one of us to be sober to drive home safely," he tells you, causing you to groan loudly.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you, No fun Mark."

"How about we stay here and watch a movie, you can pick," Mark offers while looking down with a small smile, and when you don't answer, he sighs and adds, "I'll bring out the beer."

He gets up from his spot on the couch, but you grab onto his wrist. He looks back at you with a raised eyebrow.

"You have ginger ale right?" you ask, and Mark's confusion spreads.

"You just want soda?"

"No you dumbass, mix it with vodka."

"Ohhh, aye aye captain."

Mark leaves the living room area to prepare snack and drinks, yelling behind for you to select a movie. You scroll through Netflix absentmindedly, nothing really catching your eye, so you select a random one that you've seen before.

With a tub of dulce de leche ice cream in one hand and two glasses of Copperheads in the other, Mark enters the living room again. You don't know if caramel ice cream and liquor is a good mix but you welcome him with helping hands as you reach out to grab your drink. Mark plops down next to you and you start the movie, both clinging to the tub of soft ice cream.

Halfway through the movie, you grow bored, having seen this movie multiple times. The tub of ice cream is left on the coffee table, still open and all melted, and your drinks empty, even after Mark had to refill it a couple times.

You don't know if it's the alcohol running through your veins or how good Mark looks in a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but you move closer into Mark's chest. Your head rests on his shoulder, as you turn to sit on the side of your hip so that you can swing a leg over his lap. Mark doesn't react so you slide your arms through his, linking them, as you nestle up to his side. The arm you're holding moves to your leg, slowly rubbing the side of your thigh and calf.

Not satisfied with it, your free hand starts crawling up Mark's arm, before making its way to his neck. Mark still doesn't react, but he notices your actions and starts to sweat, all of his upper body burning up inside. He's very confused, trying to figure out what you're doing without being obvious, but the way your hands run all around his upper body causes him to lose focus.

At this point, the both of you aren't even paying attention to the movie. You're too busy trailing your fingers lightly over his chest, stomach, neck, hair, arms, then his thigh. On the other hand, Mark tries not to think too much about it as he doesn't want his erection to become obvious. After it's getting way too hot for Mark, not being able to breathe straight anymore, he finally speaks up.

"W-what are y-you do-doing Y/N?" he asks with a choppy voice, his throat already dried up. A smirk grows on your face as you finally got a reaction from Mark. You turn your head that was laying on his chest to rest your chin on his shoulder, your mouth right by his ear.

"Mark," you purr, dragging it out sweetly. He pressed his legs together, trying to control himself. His hands tighten into fists, digging his short nails into his palm. He can smell the bitter scent of liquor through your breath. 

"Mark, is it bad that I want your right now?" you flirt in such a silky voice that causes Mark to let out a breath, his chest now rising speedily. There's no going back now, for the both of you. Mark gulps as your hands continue to torture him. You can see beads of sweat on his forehead, coating the hair that falls upon it.

"Is it bad that I'm thinking about all of the fun things we can be doing instead of watching this movie?" Your hand traces a line from the side of his neck towards the middle of his chest and down to the ends of his stomach. Mark is as stiff as board now, afraid if he’d even move one muscle he would explode out.

"Do you want to know what those fun things are?" you hum, pushing his wet hair away from his forehead. Mark's mouth falls open slightly, not being able to breathe through his nose anymore. You shift your head so that your lips are situated by the side of his neck, gently ghosting over it. His skin radiates heat that you can physically feel on your lips. You let out a breath, letting it cool over his heated skin. Mark shivers as a soft whine erupts from his throat unknowingly.

You repeat yourself slowly, every breath fanning over the hotness of Mark’s neck. He nods roughly in response, still not able to look at you. Your hand slivers up Mark's neck to the side of his face and turn it towards yours.

Mark sucks in a breath while coming face to face with your complexion, eye darks and hooded, lips parted and slightly pouted, and your cheeks flushed pink. From the alcohol or her bold actions, he doesn’t know. You stare straight at his lips and he feels as if your gaze bore into it as his lips start to feel sore, stinging a bit. His tongue darts out to wet them unconsciously. Mark's legs begin to bounce up and down in anticipation, gaping down at your own glistening plump lips.

A smirk spreads across your face as you close the distance between you two, connecting your lips. You move your lips slowly and softly, drawing it out. The feeling is new, it ignites something within you. So, you stick out your tongue to wipe it across Mark's bottom lip, then tugging on it lightly. Mark let's out a low groan, prompting you to continue.

Pulling away, you stare into his eyes, droopy and filled with lust like yours. You shift your position so that you're fully sitting on Mark's lap. The both of you are chest to chest as your arms loop around his neck and his hands hold onto your the curve of your lower back.

Unable to contain yourself, you crash into Mark's lips, knocking the air out of his lungs. The kiss is more fiery and passionate now, full of lust for the other. His large hands work their way around your body, feeling each crevasse, each line, each curve. The two of you completely let go as you deepen the kiss, biting his lower lip once again. He moans into your mouth and you take this opportunity to run your tongue through his, tasting a mix of sweet ice cream and vodka. Somehow a delicious combo, especially in Mark’s mouth. 

Mark detaches from your lips to breathe, and you move towards to his neck, leaving trails of wet kisses from his cheek to his jaw and down the side of his neck. His wandering hands snake under your large sweater, running his fingers up and down your spine. You bite down on a spot on his neck, it's warm and soft, and continue sucking and nipping until you leave a bruise-like hickey. His head falls back onto the couch, eyes shut tight with pleasure. You drag your tongue over the multiple marks you left on his neck and collarbone, then kissing them lightly.

The room is filled with heavy breaths as Mark plays with the hem of your sweater. You understand what he wants as you disconnect your lips from his neck to pull the sweater over your head. You toss it nonchalantly behind you, before reaching for Mark's shirt. He complies, letting you take off his own top.

The both of you admire each other's bodies. Having new skin to explore, his hands automatically start roaming your smooth skin as you do the same. You trail your hands over his shoulders and down his chest to his toned stomach, feeling every inch of skin. 

The look you and Mark share tells the both of you that it is going to be a long night. 

With your eyes still closed, you take in a deep breath and try to change your position in bed, but something heavy is hindering you from moving. You finally open your eyes, waiting for it to focus. The room you're in is not your own red painted room, but a white one. Glancing over your shoulder, you spot the top of Mark's brown hair as his head is buried in your upper back.

Quietly, you try to pry his arms that hug your figure under the sheets. Successfully doing so, you swing your legs over the edge of his bed and stand up. Looking down, instead of the sweater you were wearing last night, it's the black t-shirt that Mark had on. You hear a shuffle behind you from the bed as you whip your head around.

"You're already leaving?" Mark begins, sitting up from his position, his chest bare and his hair is sticking out in random places. "What am I to you? You're one night stand?"

You chuckle at his outburst, Mark's voice deep and raspy from sleep. His eyebrows are furrowed as he pouts. You lean back onto the bed over your arms and plant a kiss on his sullen lips.

"I just need to use the bathroom," you explain, causing Mark to blush while gnawing on his lower lip, replying with a soft “oh right.” You turn and make your way to his bathroom.

When you get back, Mark opens the duvet for you to slide into. You return in his arms, resting your head on his shirtless chest. A comfortable silence rolls by, as he plays with the ends of your hair.

"What now Y/N?" Mark asks with a soft voice, "What are we now?"

"Whatever you want us to be Mark," you answer, looking up with a glowing smile. Mark leans down, so his forehead rests against yours.

"My girlfriend it is then."

"So one night stand isn't an option anymore?"

You almost fall off the bed as both of Mark's hands dart for your sides, tickling you.