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Member: Mark x Reader
Word Count: 718
Of course I’m not caught up, when would anything on this blog happen when it’s supposed to?~
“Woah, stop! Hey, what’s wrong with you?” the strange man shouted as he ducked the frying pan in your hand. You ignored him and immediately held it back up again, panting softly.
“How did you even get in here?” you asked, eyeing the stranger closely. “This tower is over eight stories high,” you said, narrowing them even further as you glared at him.
It had been a rather normal day – you had been painting and keeping yourself busy, trying to ignore the fight you had had earlier that day with your mother, when you heard a commotion near the window. When you walked up the steps, you saw the stranger in your room and immediately grabbed the closest object you could find in self defense.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” the man shouted, throwing up his hands in surrender. You kept the pan in your hands, wrapping them tightly around the handle in case the man tried any funny business. “Let me explain. First of all,” the man paused, shooting you a smirk and something that looked like a cross between a lustful look and a smirk before continuing. “Hi. I’m Mark. Mark Tuan.” You groaned and motioned for him to continue.
“I was just on my way to…a different…tower?” he said, more as a question than a statement, smiling at you weakly. Any form of bravado went out the door as he tried to make up excuses for why he was standing in your living room.
You rolled your eyes and motioned for Mark to sit down on the chair in front of you, following him closely with your pan and making sure he knew that if he tried anything, there would be hell to pay.
“So let me get this straight,” you said, brushing your long hair away from your face as you walked circles around him in interrogation. “You climbed up an eight story building because you were trying to find a…different tower? Is that usually how you get into buildings? Because it’s a pretty unsafe thing to do, you know,” you reprimanded.
You thought back to how your mother always uses your hair to climb into the tower and ignored the fact that that seemed just as unsafe. This was about the stranger, not you.
“Uh…yes?” Mark said, looking up at you in questioning. “I mean no. I don’t scale building often it’s just that…there was no door…and your tower! It was…so…lovely?” he continued, obviously lying through his teeth. You gave Mark a short laugh, continuing to walk around him in circles, your hair following you around his chair, over and over.
“Just admit that you were running away from something and hid in the first place you could find!” you exclaimed, bending down closely to his face with a triumphant grin. Mark gave you a surprised look but then his face fell into a smoldering smile and he chuckled.
“Wow…pretty and smart,” he commented. “Just my type,” he added, shooting you a wink.
You rolled your eyes and were about to pull back and walk away when your hair got snagged on the chair after being wrapped around it so many times. You felt yourself falling and gave a little squeal while you braced for impact, but luckily (or unluckily as you saw it) you fell straight down into the chair and onto the lap of Mark.
“Uh…” you said, staring up into big brown eyes that flashed shock first but then softened to compliment the smirk on his lips.
You had to admit that he was rather charming in a rogue type of way. He had soft brown hair that looked like a cloud and you wanted nothing more than to run your hands through it. His cheekbones and jawline were well defined and it took all your strength not to run your fingers along them.
Unfortunately, there was his over the top attitude.
“You know, if you wanted to do this, all you had to do was ask. I love to – ” you didn’t let him finish and instead panicked, closed your eyes and smacked him on the head with the pan. You peeked one eye open and sighed at his now unconscious body, groaning to yourself.
Would you ever get a day of peace and quiet in your tower of isolation?
Characters: Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard from Nora Sakavic’s “All for the Game” (“The Foxhole Court”) trilogy. Because I thought to myself, “Hey, it would be fun to use these characters today, but how am I going to fit in ‘pipe?’ … Oh my god, that’s literally in a quote from the books!”
Neil wanted to sleep. Not
quite in the I’m-going-to-collapse-onto-the-closest-flat-surface kind of way,
but it was getting there. It was starting to feel unbelievable that this had
only been a single day, everything blurring together into an impossibly long
stretch of awake. He’d been up early
for practice, and up late for a game – they’d won, but that was a triumph he didn’t
have the energy to celebrate right now – and the distance from the stadium to
his apartment only seemed to be getting larger.
Neil thought back to the
locker room after the game, to the offers of “Hey, Josten, are you coming out with
us?” He’d wondered, at the time, how his teammates could possibly have anything
left in them. Now, the walk leaving him room to think, he was starting to
consider that his teammates’ energy might be owed to the fact that they hadn’t driven for hours in the middle of
the night just to get back here for a few hours of sleep before morning
practices. He was going to have to remember to leave earlier next time.
Finally, at long last,
Neil reached his apartment. The short distance from the stadium had been a major
selling point, but he was beginning to question his math on that. He was also
beginning to seriously consider foregoing the bed tonight in favor of the
much-closer couch. That is, until he opened his door and found a very familiar
person smoking on it.
“You’re not supposed to
smoke in here,” Neil told Andrew for what had to be the hundredth time. Andrew
quirked an eyebrow, a silent repetition of his first retort: You should have picked a different
apartment, then. It was so typically Andrew that Neil was beginning to
question the fact of his presence – Andrew had once called Neil a pipe dream,
but it was Andrew who seemed like the dream now. Neil wasn’t sure he wanted to
Neil sighed and put his
bag down on the kitchen table. He noticed the smoke detector lying dismantled
on the counter and quirked a smile at the thought of Andrew climbing onto a
chair to take it down; Neil usually did this for him, when he knew he was
coming. He couldn’t quite keep the smirk off his face as he turned back to
Andrew. “Miss me already?” he teased. “You just saw me last night.”
Andrew threw him an ugly
look. “Oh, Neil,” he scoffed, “if I never saw you again, it would be too soon.”
“You’re a terrible liar,”
Neil replied. “What are you doing here?”
Andrew took a folder off
the floor beside him and threw it across the room. Neil had to scramble to keep
the papers from scattering all over the floor, and he shot Andrew a dirty look.
Andrew was not impressed. Neil opened the folder and began examining its
contents. It took him several tries to understand the significance, partly
because he was so tired, but also because he wasn’t sure he could believe it.
He looked up at Andrew,
who looked just as bored as ever. “You have to be the slowest reader ever,”
“Is this real?” Neil
Andrew shrugged and Neil
looked down at the papers again, still in a state of disbelief. This was an offer
to join Andrew’s team, to be on the same schedule again, to not have to put so
much effort into just seeing him.
Andrew said, “Yes or no?”
“Yes,” Neil said without
hesitation. He looked up again, a wild grin taking over his face. “You asked to
come out here to bring these to me?” he asked.
Andrew’s eyes were cold,
but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he said, “Don’t let it go to your head.”
Neil smirked. “Wouldn’t dream
of it,” he said, going over to Andrew and pulling him into a kiss. He didn’t feel
like sleeping anymore.