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REBLOG IF YOU THINK BOYS CAN WEAR MAKEUP
( my dad says they can’t so I want to prove him wrong)
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Masterlist
Prompt List:
Drabble List
Imagines:
What About Sex?* (2) (3)
Deal*
Series:
Famous FWB Series***
1. Music Video
2. Repayment
3. Beg For It
4. Complications
Impulse
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Fake Texts:
Oh Dear God (Sextape Part 2)
Wheelchairs (What About Sex Part 2)
MASTERLIST ツ
You guys wanted a masterlist, so here it is! (my first few posts I’ve ever made are cringe worthy) click the “x” things.
FAKE TEXTS
Really? (x)
I got my calvins! (x)
You tell justin you’re pregnant (x)
lol i’ll punch your ass (x)
wow way to ruin the moment bieber. (x)
are we still going to lunch? (x)
boy if you don’t get.. (x)
announcing your guys relationship to the fans via twitter and instagram (x)
innocent girl with a hood playlist (x)
sorry i’m hanging with my bff (x)
No presents! (x)
Best friend and girlfriend issues (x)
Babe….free wings (x)
Piss off m8 (x)
Are you done? (x)
Cute Paragraphs (x)
You tell him you’re pregnant (x)
Your album drops (x)
Swimming in money swimming in liquor (x)
You’re preggo and go on tour with him, but your water breaks (x)
April Fools! (x)
My number one pet peeve (x)
You have a tongue piercing (x)
Teasing him ;) (x)
Your nudes get leaked (contains nudity) (x)
He gets mad because you don’t answer (x)
“BOOM HAHAHA” (x)
He misses your daughters dance recital (x)
No more makeup (x)
Standing up for you (x)
Spoiling him (x)
He calls you a thot (x)
So you forgot huh? (x)
More messed up than my life (x)
stop pouting and grow up (x)
You irritate my soul (x)
salty ex’s (x)
SERIES; FAKE TEXTS, AU’S, IMAGINES
You’re getting married and he’s secretly in love with you PART 1
You’re getting married and he’s secretly in love with you PART 2
You’re getting married and he’s secretly in love with you PART 3 (Final Part)
You’re mad at him PART 1
You’re mad at him PART 2
You guys meet at his concert PART 1
You guys meet at his concert PART 2
You guys meet at his concert PART 3
BREAK UP SERIES
INSTAGRAM AU’S AND TWITTER AU’S
First photo shoot together (x)
He posts about your pregnancy (x)
Your guys relationship via twitter and instagram (x)
You passed the test (x)
Your daughter is lesbian (x)
IMAGINES
Never forget You (x)
Famous Heartbreaks (x)
Bad Start, Good Ending (x)
The First Date (x)
I don’t Hate You (x)
It’s Your Day Today (x)
Do You Forgive Me Now? (x)
Yeah, okay…..show off (x)
Confession (x)
We’re so proud of you! (x)
OTHERS
You like Jack Johnson and accidentally confess your feelings for him, thinking he was your brother justin (x)
Why I love that this happened:
- Liam’s love tap to the Nialler bulge
- Louis’ serious threat to back hand the Nialler bulge with more strength than Li Li
- Niall’s offended and surprised expression
- Zayn and Harry just admiring what is taking place.
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i’ve been laughing for like 5 years
When people start talking about how One Direction are still singing teeny boppy music 5 years down the line;
One Direction won ‘Best International Band’ and ‘Best Fan’ at the 2016 Italian MTV Awards! Congratulations boys!
*complains about having no room for books* *buys more books*
.caramel hot chocolate and bright blue summer sky.
(idek but this is probably my favourite thing i’ve ever drawn, ever)
don’t delete the caption pls, maybe reblog and tag them in it if ya’re feelin nice? danke :)
Some free wallpapers! Follow for more! - @markiplier - @therealjacksepticeye - @pewdie - @gamegrumps -
A Little Thing Called a Love Story
So hey, here’s another requested imagine! Once again, this took much longer than it should have. I finished this about a week ago but haven’t had a moment to edit it and post it in a timely manner!
Warning: The events in this story are unrealistic. Some things are said that we all know Mark would not say. This was solely the request of a fellow Markiplite, so please do not hate on the dialogue or story in general. Thank you.
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Your POV
“I’m heading to the Grumps, (y/n), I’ll see you later!” Mark grins as he leans down to kiss you over the side of the couch. You’ve just woken up from a nap, your head still situated on the soft, red leather of the armrest.
You enhance the Spiderman-like kiss by placing your hands on Mark’s cheeks, feeling his stubble poke against your palms. You giggle into his lips.
“What? What’d I do?” Mark gasps, retaliating from the kiss.
“Your scruff tickled me, that’s all.” You smile warmly at the man hovering above you.
“I know, I know… I need to sha-”
“Mm-mm! I like your stubble. Makes you more… manly,” you retort quietly before grabbing his arm and pulling him to stand in front of you. “Now hug me, damn it.”
Mark chuckles heartily as he leans down and envelops you in his muscular arms. You breathe in his familiar scent and lazily wrap your arms around his waist, forcing yourself into an awkward half-sitting, half-lying down position.
“I love you, (y/n),” Mark whispers huskily in your ear. His breath trickles down your neck and forces goosebumps to protrude from your skin.
“I love you more, Mark,” you reply, your voice still soft from sleep.
“Not possible.”
Mark releases you gently and you settle back into your laying position. Mark runs his fingers through his hair before leaning down once more to leave a passionate kiss on your lips. You desperately want him to stay, but the Game Grumps have been asking for him to help them with a video for a while. You completely understand. You love when Mark goes places and gets involved with the production of fantastic sketch comedies, skits and games. He always brings home a new element to his plethora of voices, personas and actions while he does occasional mindless tasks. Mark never ceases to surprise you with what he’s going to do next, and you love every bit of it.
The familiar formation of Mark’s soft lips soon parts as his face retreats from your own.
“Don’t miss me too much,” Mark says gently, once again combing his fingers through his hair. He chuckles heartily.
“You know I already am,” you reply with a grin. You yawn and stretch your arms and legs as Mark glances at his watch, a hint of pink swelling on his cheeks.
“Stop being cute, I’m going to be late,” Mark jests with a grin. You giggle. He sighs happily with a handsome smirk and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before walking towards the door of his apartment.
“I’m missing you too. I’ll be back in a few hours, okay? You can still come, you know.”
“No… I’m alright. I’d take to long to get ready now anyways.” You gesture to your clothing; pajamas, as usual. “You go and have fun, I’ll have dinner waiting for you when you get home.”
He grins at your words. You love cooking for Mark, especially since he seems to enjoy everything you make.
“Can’t wait, baby. See you later!” Mark blows a cheesy kiss to you just before he steps out of the apartment door. You hear the door click and immediately ponder what to do in the time he’s gone.
You know you wouldn’t be able to handle going to see the Grumps. You had known Danny since you were in college, and with college comes… flings.
Yes, you had dated the fabulously flamboyant Danny ‘Sexbang’ and occasionally involved yourself with him.
Intimately.
You haven’t dared to tell Mark, you simply didn’t want to make things awkward between him and Dan. It’s not a basis of lying to your boyfriend more than it is the fact that the topic has never come up, and you’d like to keep it that way. You’ll tell Mark eventually, you know it. But for now, you want to keep Mark’s friendships undisturbed by a few irrelevant events in college.
Besides, what’s in the past doesn’t and shouldn’t affect you or your relationship with Mark.
However, you cannot help but think of the time you met Mark. It was on the Game Grumps set for a Ninja Sex Party song in which you were to be featured in alongside Mark (by the suggestion of your best friend Suzy Berhow, who also happens to be on the Grump crew). You’ll never forget the first time you saw the devilishly handsome man walk through the doorway of the Grump living room; his red and black checkered flannel fit perfectly to his torso and his soft yet manly facial features beckoned you to introduce yourself. His handshake was just as gentle as his brown eyes, his baritone voice droned into your ears as he stated his name.
“My name’s Mark,” he said as a smile spread across his face, his cheekbones shifting his glasses up slightly.
“(Y/n), nice to meet you.” You smiled back.
From the moment you released from your handshake, Mark wouldn’t leave your side (in the most comfortable way possible). By the end of the filming session, you were head over heels for that man. You knew Danny was jealous by the way he would stare, but that didn’t matter to you. It would have never lasted between you and him… you had two completely different personalities that certainly did not create an attraction further than what used to be sexual. Even so, you were and still are over Danny. You certainly didn’t want to commit to the acts of meaningless intimacy anymore, you knew you were better than that.
And you still are.
To this day, you couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. Mark is beyond the greatest man in the world, which makes you the luckiest girl in the world. He’s your best friend, your boyfriend and your soulmate all in one- and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
So, as you lay on the couch staring at the blank ceiling, you ponder your ability to come up with something to distract yourself with while Mark is gone.
Your eyes roam the living room until they come across the playstation laying on its side next to the TV. A few games are sprawled next to it, but you already know what you’re going to choose.
GTA V.
You’d be lying if you said you aren’t obsessed with the game. You and Mark have never laughed harder than when you play this game and multiple playful competitions have come about with it. After all, it is one of your favorite times- when you and Mark just play games and laugh and have an extensive amount of fun.
You find yourself grinning at the memories of past gameplays with Mark. From Five Nights at Freddy’s to I Am Bread, you and Mark have laughed, cried, encountered jumpscares and worked through mind-enthralling concepts too many times to count. Each time he went to play something new for his fans and subscribers, he was eager to experience it with you after filming.
You are in love with everything that Mark is made of, from his loud indoor voice to his childish personality.
You glance at the door of the apartment, half expecting Mark to be standing there. You shove the thoughts of missing him to the back of your mind and focus on starting up GTA.
**********
Mark’s POV
I know I’m blushing by the time I close the door to my apartment behind me. (Y/n) has no idea what she does to me. I am completely and utterly in love with her- she drives my emotions crazy everytime I see her.
It’s beyond my own belief that I’m already missing her after taking three steps down the hallway of my apartment building. And now, I’m off to the place that I met this wonderfully charismatic woman that I can proudly call my girlfriend. I grin widely as I make my way into the elevator.
The entire crew involved in the Game Grumps YouTube channel are my very best friends. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be so overjoyed when thinking about the girl laying on my couch back in my apartment. After all, we met each other at a filming of a video we both took part in a long while ago. Two years ago I would never have dreamed of meeting someone like (y/n), and I more than likely wouldn’t have planned on following her around like a puppy that day until I gathered the courage to ask her to go out for coffee with me.
From then on, I knew she was the girl for me.
As my mind races through memories of the past two years with (y/n), I make my way into my car and turn the engine on. I sit back against the comfortable upholstery of the seat and listen to the hum of the engine for a moment as I peer up at the brick apartment building beside the car. This is my home, and home is where (y/n) is.
I smile absentmindedly and adjust my glasses before setting the car into gear. I drive off towards the Grumps’ house with happy thoughts bouncing in my conscience.
••••
After four hours of filming and having a grand time, I sat with Danny and Arin to have a discussion about the rest of the video process.
We don’t get very far into that matter before we all start shooting the breeze about our lives, telling stories and making jokes about each other and previous videos.
“So, how’s (y/n)?” Arin asks after some laughter had calmed.
“She’s great. I couldn’t be happier and I have you guys to thank for it!” I reply.
“You don’t have to thank us, Mark. It’s your own personality that caught her- hook, line and sinker,” Arin retorts.
“Yeah!” Danny, who’s slightly more tense than usual, agrees. “Plus, she sure is a catch in bed, am I right, Mark?”
Arin smacks Danny’s arm.
My eyes widen and my brain instantly goes numb. It’s as if the entire world doesn’t make any sense at this exact moment, and my brain can’t handle the dysfunction. “Did you… have you… what?”
“Wait, you didn’t know?!” Danny exclaims, jumping from his seat. “Oh my god- Mark, I’m so sorry… I thought she told you!”
“You… you and (y/n)? When?” I manage to choke out. No tears threaten to fall, but I take note of my fists clenching at my sides.
“It was a long time ago- we went to the same college. I swear, Mark, I would never have told you if I knew-”
“Just…” I say quietly. Danny tries to approach me but I hold my hand out to halt him. “I think need to go.”
I push myself up from the couch cushion and calmly make my way out of the living room. My hands are still balled at my sides. I hear voices calling from behind me, but my mind muffles them with my own thoughts.
My girlfriend… and my best friend? When were they going to tell me?
I notice Suzy on the way out. She waves and smiles at me but I continue walk right past her. I see her frown out of the corner of my eye just as I walk out the front door.
The previously calming sound of the engine starting up again is forgotten as soon as my foot rests on the gas pedal. I unclench my fists, wrap them around the steering wheel and begin the drive back to my apartment.
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Your POV
It’s nearly 6:00pm when you see Mark’s car roll into the parking lot from the kitchen window. You’ve prepared one of his favorite dishes and just finished placing everything on the dining room table.
You hear the engine to his car shutting off, followed by the echoing sound of a door slamming shut. You watch as his figure, outlined by darkness, walks into the building.
A minute or two passes before you hear footsteps trodding down the hallway outside the door, a jingle of keys, a turning of the knob. Mark appears in the doorway and you can’t resist running to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and envelop yourself in his warmth and scent. You feel his hands rest gently on your back.
“Hey,” you say softly. “I made your favorite.”
“Really?” Mark’s voice vibrates against your chest.
“Of course! Anything for my special boy,” you say in a mother-like tone. You step back and ruffle his soft hair. His mouth twitches into a smile.
Mark takes a step forward to close the door, then breezes past you without a word. You grow worried about his visit to the Grumps’- Mark doesn’t usually act this way.
“How’d it go?” you ask in a cheery voice, following him into the kitchen.
“It was fun. We got a lot of work done,” he replies quietly. He makes his way to the table and sits down in his usual seat, setting his keys next to him.
You take the seat next to him and place your hand on Mark’s arm. He slides it away from you to pick up his utensils, leaving your palm to flatten on the tabletop.
You decide that he might just want some space, so you leave him be and begin eating the dish. The clinking of silverware on the plates fills the deafening silence that makes you shuffle in your seat. You sense uneasiness from Mark- something you’ve never felt from him before. You keep trying to look at his face, his eyes, something to even remotely allow you to know what he’s feeling, but he retains his focus on his plate. He hasn’t made eye contact with you since he left for the Game Grumps’.
The meal is quickly finished when Mark stands, taking his plate to his kitchen. You jump up and carry your own in as well, attempting to catch a glimpse of his expression before he leaves the room. He looks away as he brushes past you.
“Mark… please tell me what’s wrong. Did they say anything to you over there? Do you need me to beat someone up for you?” you ask with a chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Mark halts in the doorframe and turns around. He finally reveals his face- a contortion of sadness, confusion and anger plagues the face of the usual bubbly, happy man you know.
“When were you going to tell me about Dan?” he whispers.
His tone stings you worse than any yell that may have been directed towards you. Your body quivers and your eyes quickly fill with tears. You blink them back.
“Mark, I-”
“(Y/n), please… were you ever going to tell me?”
“Yes! Oh my god, Mark, yes! I would never keep such a thing from you-”
“Then why haven’t you told me yet?” Mark’s eyes become solemn and his expression turns grave. He steadies himself against the wall.
“I didn’t want to hurt your relationship with him, Mark. He’s your best friend… and I never found a way to bring it up,” you say softly.
The five feet between you and your boyfriend suddenly feel like a million miles, and all you wish is for him to hug you again, for his lips to graciously fall onto yours and allow you both to forget everything that troubles you.
“Is there anyone else you’ve been sleeping around with that I should know about?” Mark says sternly, raising his voice slightly.
Your heart pangs. Your entire body feels as though you’re walking through fire, melting into a mixture of rage, sadness and regret that shoots from your toes to your fingertips. You open your mouth to speak, but no sound fills the tense air.
“(Y/n)…” Mark’s voice cracks.
Without a second thought, you storm out of the kitchen, whisking his keys up from the table on your way to the apartment door. You open it and, leaving Mark looming in the kitchen entrance, slam it behind you.
The elevator sets into motion close just as you hear the door to the apartment open once again. A sensation of loss drifts through you as the number above the doors counts down and your thoughts run wild in a convoluted mess.
Why would Mark say that? Should I have told him sooner? How did he find out?
Where do I go now?
****
You’re not sure how you ended up at Suzy’s. After driving for what seemed like hours, you somehow found your way here.
You sit in your best friends driveway with the car off, rain drumming on the windshield, for a long while before she appears in the front doorway. You notice her squint for a moment before sprinting to the drivers side door. She swings it open and the sounds of the storm more prominently find their way into your ears. Between taking off your seat belt and staggering into the house, you are unable to form a coherent answer to Suzy’s repetitive question;
“What happened?”
She takes you inside and sets you on the couch before rushing to grab a towel. She returns with a large, brown bath towel and drapes it across your shoulders.
“I’m going to make some coffee, okay?” she says lightly, patting your shoulder.
You nod your head and she disappears again.
You begin thinking about what you’re going to tell Suzy. She knows about you and Danny, but she doesn’t know you hadn’t told Mark.
You lean your back into the couch and stare at the colorless ceiling. You wish you could go back in time, to erase anything you had with Dan and clear your mind of the worry you had about Mark finding out and hindering his relationship with the Game Grumps crew. You wish you could start over with a slate as blank as the ceiling.
Suzy returns quickly with two mugs of coffee, handing one to you before sitting down beside you. You envelop your hands around the warm ceramic as you down a sip, then another.
“You remember… about Danny and I, right?” you squeak out.
“Oh no… (y/n).” Suzy peered at you with an understanding expression.
“He must’ve found out while he was filming with you guys. He came home and he was so…” you drift off, visualizing Mark’s distant mannerisms. “…so different. He wouldn’t look at me, he would barely respond to anything I asked him, and he would pull away if I tried to touch him as if he found me repulsive.”
“(Y/n), he just got upset and didn’t know how to deal with this. Mark would never ever do anything like this unless he was upset, especially not to you.”
“That’s not all, Suzy.” You glance at her as she halts her coffee cup in mid-sip. Her eyes beckon you to continue. “He asked me why I hadn’t told him, and I said that I didn’t want to hurt his relationship with you guys. He asked me if there was anyone else-”
You sniff, tears now freely rolling off your cheeks as you recall the exact words that came out of Mark’s mouth. You remember his tone of voice, his clenched fists, his stern expression that left you on edge and disconnected from your own soul mate.
“…if there was anyone else I’d been sleeping around with,” you manage to finish, choking out the last few words..
“And then?” Suzy asks gently.
“And then… I just left. I couldn’t bear to see his face anymore. I didn’t know what to do, so I got in the car and left,” you sob. You manage to set the coffee on the couch’s side table before curling into a ball and allowing your emotions to take over your body. Your sobs shake you as Suzy gently rubs circles on your back. “I love him, Suzy! What the hell do I do now?”
“It’ll be okay, (y/n). We’ll figure this out together, okay?” Suzy goes quiet for a moment. “I know Mark didn’t mean it. He was just… angry. We can work through this.”
“And what if we don’t?” you ask through the fabric of the towel. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what your life would be like without Mark- the man who you’d spent the past two years with. Two years of wonderfully goofy, idiotic, meaningful memories that you didn’t know what to do with now, or what would become of them.
“Let’s not think about that. Mark would never hurt you, I know it. Let’s just watch some reruns of Friends, okay?” Suzy smiles. “We’ll stay up all night if we have to, just as long as you forget all of the negative things you’re thinking right now by tomorrow morning.”
You didn’t know what kind of mindset Suzy had that made her believe you could forget about the events that took place tonight, but you willingly surrendered to her television/coffee remedies.
It wasn’t long into the second season of Friends that you had actually gone five minutes without clustered thoughts of Mark in your head as your tears turned into hiccups. And in those five minutes of peace, you drifted off to sleep.
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Mark’s POV
“(Y/n)…” I say quietly, as if it would retract everything that I’d just said.
She storms past me, grabs my keys and rushes out the door. When I hear the door slam shut, my stomach falls to the floor. Tears well up in my eyes as I immediately move to chase after her. When I step outside the door, it’s too late. She’s already moving down the elevator.
I rush back into the apartment and watch out the window as she speeds away in my car, rain pouring down from above.
What the hell have I done? I don’t want to lose her… she’s my everything.
I shouldn’t have said that to her. I had absolutely no idea what was coming out of my mouth! I would never ever see her as someone who sleeps around with people. I was angry, and I realize now that my anger can bring out the absolute worst in me.
I need to find her. I need to apologize. I didn’t mean anything that I said, (y/n)…
I should have listened to what Danny had to say. I should and shouldn’t have done a lot of things, and (y/n) needs to know it.
I take off running out of my apartment, into the elevator, down to the lobby and out into the rain-soaked streets. I decide to go to Danny’s first, then go on the search for (y/n).
Luckily, Danny lives a block down the road.
I didn’t break my sprint as I approached his home, suddenly unable to differentiate between the rain and my tears as I thought about losing (y/n).
I make it to his front door, soaking wet and out of breath. I knock twice. There’s movement inside soon before the door swings open.
“Mark?!” Danny exclaims. “W-what are you doing here?”
Between pants, I attempt to state the reason for my presence, “(Y/n)… she left… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to-”
“Mark, come inside. You’re soaking wet- we can talk about this when you’re calm, okay?” Danny states as he leads me into his home.
He runs to retrieve a towel and tosses it to me. I hug it around my shoulders as I stand in his living room, dripping wet and panting.
“Do you want anything? Coffee? Food?” Danny asks, frantically looking me over.
“I’m fine,” I mumble .
“Alright.”
“Danny, I’m extremely sorry for walking out today. It just came as such a surprise to me that I had no idea how to deal with what I was feeling, so I chose to leave. I understand that what is in the past doesn’t necessarily matter now, and I just want to apologize for how rude I was,” I manage to say in an organized manner.
“Mark, there’s no need to apologize. I would have reacted the same way, and I know I was out of line to say what I did anyways.” Danny gestures to the couch and we both sit down. “(Y/n) means nothing more to me than a friend now, and I know for a fact that she is head over heels in love with you.”
“She probably isn’t anymore, though,” I reply, fixing my gaze on the carpet.
“What?” Dan asks as if he genuinely didn’t hear my correctly.
“I… I practically called her something that you should never ever call a woman,” I say with a shaky breath. “She stormed out, Danny, and I feel awful about it. I don’t want to lose her, ever- I just want to take back everything I said. I never meant any of it. I don’t even know where she is, but all I want is to hold her again and know that she’s still a part of my life. She’s the best thing that’s happened to me…”
A tear sails down my cheek. I desperately hope Danny mistakes it for water from my hair.
“We can fix this, Mark. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other and I know there’s nothing that can come between you and her. I’ll call Suzy,” Danny concludes before sliding out his phone from his pocket, pressing a few buttons and lifting it to his ear.
“Hey, Suzy,” he says calmly. “Mark’s here. He said some things that he completely didn’t mean to (y/n), which he feels awful about, and now we have no idea where she is. She’ll probably show up at your house, so please just let us know if she’s there and in one piece.”
There’s a pause.
“Thank you so much, Suzy. We’ll see you tomorrow.” He hangs up the phone.
“So… are we going to look for her?” I ask, my mind suddenly racing with various explanations and apologies I should give (y/n).
“We sure as hell are,” Danny replies, standing up. He shuffles to another room and returns with his keys in one hand and a flashlight in the other. “Let’s go.”
****
Danny and I drove around for about an hour when he got a text from Suzy that said (y/n) is at her house and that she’s fine.
“Can you drive me there? Please, Danny? I can’t bear the thought of her going to sleep crying…” I ask, eagerly glancing out the window.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Mark. I don’t want you to get into more trouble than you’re already in. When (y/n) has your ear, she won’t let you go until she’s made her point,” Dan says, turning the car back towards his house. “Besides, can you imagine what she’ll say to you? You don’t need any fighting tonight.”
My heart tugged at the absence of (y/n)’s presence in my arms, the smell of her perfume on my shirt after she hugs me, the way she’d whisper good morning, having slept in with me after a night of gaming.
“I guess you’re right,” I say quietly. “I just… miss her, you know?”
“Oh c'mon, Mark, that’s puppy love. You’ve gotta man up now!” Danny replies with a chuckle.
“You have no idea,” I laugh slightly.
I couldn’t fall out of love with (y/n) even if I tried.
“You’re staying at my house tonight and we’ll figure out a way to get you two back together tomorrow.”
“Okay…” I say, closing my eyes and resting my head against the car window. (Y/n)’s face appears behind my eyelids and I smile, soon drifting off to sleep.
****
I wake up with a start to the sound of thunder booming outside the window. I find myself on the couch in Danny’s living room beneath a plaid flannel blanket. The TV murmurs softly in the background.
“It’s still raining,” a groggy Danny says as he appears in front of me. “Here’s some coffee.”
I take the mug from his outstretched hand and graciously sip the hot liquid.
“What time is it?”
“About 9:30 in the morning.” Dan takes a seat next to me. “Suzy says that (y/n) is still sleeping.”
I remember falling asleep wishing all of this was a dream. I remember the words that I regret ever saying. I remember watching her hair sway across her back as she left my apartment. I remember running into the rainy streets, the water splashing against my ankles, the salty tears mixing with the fresh water.
“…when do you think I’ll be able to see her?” I squeak out, my voice cracking.
“Soon, Mark. Soon.” Dan pats my back. I sit up slowly.
“What am I going to do?”
“Just be you.” Danny smiles.
We sit in silence for a few moments, listening to the droplets tapping against the glass of the window. I usually love the rain; I love spending time indoors with (y/n), busting out a new video game or just holding her hand while we watch a scary movie.
Danny’s phone sounds and interrupts my daydreams.
“Let’s go,” he says. We set down our coffee, hurry out the door, into his car and drive off towards Suzy’s.
My heart is pounding, my palms are sweaty and my stomach is in knots. I have no idea what I’m going to say to her.
Will she even listen to me?
I hope so. I really, really hope so.
Danny taps my shoulder and tosses my a strange looking bottle.
“Breath spray- you’re gonna need it. There’s nothing more cliché than a man going to apologize to his girlfriend on a stormy Saturday.” Danny chuckles.
“I’d be lucky if she even looks at me,” I reply, but accept the breath spray. The distaste on my tongue makes me more uncomfortable than anyone else, so I spray the minty mist onto my taste buds.
“Don’t you even begin to think that way, Mark.”
I stay silent. Suzy’s house is in sight. When Danny pulls in the driveway, we idle on the gravel for a long while before the front door swings open.
(Y/n) appears on the top step, followed closely by Suzy. Her eyes are puffy, her cheeks a rosy red and her hair a beautiful mess. I can’t stand it anymore. I unbuckle forcefully and swing open the door before sprinting to (y/n). Just as she notices me, I grab her in my arms and swing her around.
“Mark?!” she mumbles against my shoulder.
“I don’t ever want to let you go, (y/n). I’m so, so, so sorry. I never meant anything that I said, and I never have and never will think of you as that kind of person. I was angry, and I had no right to be. I don’t want to lose you… because you are the love of my life.” Her arms wrap around my waist. I squeeze her tightly. “I’m mortified at myself for not being able control my anger, as I’m not typically an angry person and I don’t know how to handle such things properly. I can’t stand the thought of not having as wonderful of a girl as you in my life, and I was selfish for thinking that I was the only one who could have you. I overreacted, and I’m truly, truly sorry for it. Please, don’t go. I don’t know what I’d do without you-”
(Y/n) moves up onto her tiptoes and grabs my cheeks. Her eyes, the most gorgeous color I’ve ever seen, stare into mine with a welcoming glisten. “Mark, you are one crazy son of a gun. But I love you, and I always will. I may have overreacted a tad too much as well and I know that I would’ve been angry if I were in your shoes. I don’t think I could live without your goofiness, regardless of the things you may say or do, so I’m not going anywhere as long as you aren’t.”
“Oh, just kiss!” Suzy and Danny shout in sync.
I stare into (y/n)’s eyes for a long while before she glances at her feet for a moment. I tilt her chin up gently and place my lips on hers, sparks flying just as much as the first time our lips met. The rain continues to pour around us, some droplets slipping along my cheeks. We don’t break the passionate kiss and, instead, embrace each other with a force that feels as though we’re saying ’I don’t ever want to let you go’.
Thunder booms in the distance, but we remain where we are. My mind focuses on nothing but (y/n) and the feeling of having her so close to me, knowing that we both want each other by our side’s.
I don’t ever want to lose you… ever.
As my inner monologue delves into my emotions, it releases its joy by forcing me into my next action- I securely wrap my arms around (y/n)’s waist and begin to spin her around once more. Our lips separate for a brief moment as she begins laughing.
“M-Mark! Don’t drop me!” she giggles.
“I’m not ever going to drop you, m'lady,” I reply suavely before placing her back into the gravel.
“I love you, Mark, but you owe me a peaceful homemade dinner date.” (Y/n) smiles up at me, her cheekbones meeting her eyes.
“I love you more, my dear. How about you meet me at my place around six- there’ll be a mighty feast awaiting a lovely princess,” I say, already plotting the meal.
“How ‘bout you just invite a certain princess over for some video games, then begin the majestic feast?” (Y/n) traces her hands across my chest.
Our previously hectic situation has turned into normalcy much faster than I could have ever hoped for, and this is exactly why I don’t think I could survive without (y/n). She keeps me sane, balanced, and, most of all, happy.
She is my happiness.
“Anything for my princess,” I conclude before leaning down to kiss her once more. Her hands lock into my hair as my own link on the small of her back.
Thunder crescendos again, proving almost as loud as my love for this wonderful girl. I can hear Suzy and Danny murmuring in the background, more than likely growing uncomfortable with our love story.
But that’s just what it is- our love story. This moment is exactly how the rest of our lives began- holding her in my arms, in a blissful lip lock, in the middle of a rainstorm.
Nothing else mattered to me in that moment besides (y/n), and I was completely and utterly satisfied.
I couldn’t have asked for a better companion.
