I've been unable to work on my longer WIPs for some reason but take this. for lack of a better title:
idiots locked in the world's most romantically charged staring contest
Heist Mark x Y/N | 628 words
You wait just around the corner, quiet and out of sight, and lightly smack Mark's arm with the back of your hand when he tries to peer around you, lest someone see and you have both your covers blown.
Your partner rolls his eyes exaggeratedly and you level him with a stare.
You understand the anticipation, but patience is crucial for jobs like this. You wait for the signal. One wrong move could cost you a lot more than just your loot.
The little nook of the building you're waiting in is, rather conveniently for means of slinking around unnoticed, out of the way, and quite narrow. Even with Mark leaning back against the opposite wall, you are mere inches apart.
He checks his watch. 'Should be any minute now,' he utters in a hushed voice.
You nod. Several seconds pass. Distant chatter echoes down the halls, muffled into a steady background ambience of rich party attendants blissfully unaware of the thieves in their midst.
You look at your partner, simply because you have nothing else to do. He's craning his neck again in a futile attempt to peek around the corner more subtly.
His suit for the night is crisp, and gives his silhouette a sharper outline than the more typical cosy sweaters and soft flannel shirts. His hair looks especially dark cast in shadow, but there's enough light from outside the enclosed space that you see it reflected in his eyes. Softly glowing white and orange and magenta specs, floating on deep brown. Pretty.
It's as he turns his head back to face you, that he notices you staring, and meets your gaze without missing a beat.
Mark smiles, faintly roguish, but gentle and just for you.
He holds your stare, and something to the way he does so makes you wonder if he sees the same lights sparkling in your own eyes, and if he finds the sight as oddly captivating as you do.
A minute passes.
Mark loosens his tie.
It's a simple, small thing, but it stirs something inside of you, and you don't know why, but your breath hitches a little and your eyes widen slightly and he definitely notices. But he doesn't say anything and neither do you. All he does is keep looking intensely into your eyes until he doesn't because his gaze is flickering elsewhere — trailing across your features, settling on your mouth for longer than can be dismissed and when you bite your lip subconsciously it's as if he's mesmerised. You can hardly recall where you are or what you're doing here, none of it matters as much as his head tilting ever so slightly and then—
A voice through your earpiece jolts you out of your stupor. You suddenly take stock of the warmth from Mark's breath on your face. Your noses almost bumping. When did he get so close?
You press a button on your earpiece to answer the call, and by the look on your partner's face, he hears it too. It's Wubba and Bubba, giving the signal as agreed, and the moment is gone and your friend clears his throat and straightens up, as a confusing mixture of disappointment and frustration and lingering excitement flutter and twist in your gut.
When he moves out of your immediate space, the inches feel like miles.
You push the feelings down. You have work to do.
Mark mumbles something over the voice channel before turning back to you once again.
'You ready, buddy?'
The corner of your mouth quirks up, matching his own eager grin.
'You know I am.'
His grin widens.
'Good,' he says, adjusting his sleeve and finally getting a better look around the corner, now that the coast is decidedly clear. 'Alright, partner. Showtime.'
So far I've only seen Joel and Grian's videos but objectively one of the funniest things is them getting stuck in mini, self-inflicted death loops by stepping on a bed, launching into the air, dying to fall damage, spawning at the same bed, accidentally stepping on it again, rinse and repeat until they finally break the muscle memory that keeps making them walk forward on instinct
theres no difference between exercise and black magic both of them hurt your body at first and drain you of energy but the more you dabble in it the more powerful you become
