#lani writes

[lanisobased]

big brother bestfriend! nettspend 18+ drabble

thinking about big brother bestfriend! nettspend who only visited during the summer after your family moved a few hours away

every summer it was always the same “you’re such a cutie [name], don’t ever change” he’d smile down at you before running off and smiling in some other girls face

determined to change the way he saw you this summer you decided to finally dress how YOU wanted and not trying to cover yourself up.

sipping from whatever was in the cup your friend gave a while ago you finally looked up as saw gunner staring at you from across the room. slightly tilting your head and smiling he only shook his head before engaging back to whatever the girl in front of him was saying

shaking your head in annoying you tell your girls you were going to the bathroom, assuring them you’d be okay. you threw the cup away as you made your way down the hallway into the bathroom. praising the Gods it was open and closing the door behind you.

thinking about older brothers bestfriend! nettspend who saw you walk towards the bathroom and followed you inside knowing you weren’t actually using the bathroom

thinking about gunner who asked why you changed your whole aesthetic and not fully hating it but not fully loving it. only liking it because it was you

so when you tell him how you don’t like how he always referred to you as a cutie and how you despised it.

thinking about older brother bestfriend! nettspend that somehow managed to have you bend over the bathroom counter as he railed into you from behind making you stare at yourself in the reflection

“you wanted me to call you a slut huh? you wanna be my slut?” he’d ask as he watched you try to talk through the tears running down your face

“fuck gunner please let me cum” you’d ask all sweetly causing him to shake his head in disapproval

“only cute girls cum when they ask, so you- you’ve gotta wait” he told you as he only sped up his pace watching as more tears came down your face

“please- fuck look at you doll. you look so cute like this. all drunk on my cock”

“you think you’re cute don’t you. my little cutie huh?”

“fuck please. yes i’m cute yes yes yes”

“there we go. cum on your dick doll”

thinking about big brother bestfriend! nettspend who now visited whenever he got the chance and made sure you knew how much he loved your cute look in contrast to his dark look

[all-the-angels-ooo]

mixed signals

pro rev gerard way x frank iero

warnings: smut, cursing, unprotected sex, i think that's it for this one?

summary: post pro rev fight...that's basically it!! this is my first fic so plz bear with me!! criticism is encouraged, i wanna be a better writer for you guys if there's something you think needs to be changed ;)

a/n: special thanks to bestie (yk who you are) for proofing it before i posted and being so so encouraging!!

word count: 2,269

"What the fuck was that, Gerard?" Frank shouted, back turned to him momentarily as he went to put his guitar away. Gerard was silent as Frank turned to glare at him, avoiding eye contact as much as humanly possible. The funny thing was, Gerard knew that Frank didn't tackle him on purpose. He saw Frank trip over the speaker before crashing into him. It was just so hot, the tour felt way too long (for it only having been a month in), and he snapped. But he could never admit that to Frank. It would sound too stupid.

Fuck, I should've just finished the song Gerard thought as he stumbled for an answer. "Fuck off, Frank," he said instead, shoving past him as he made a beeline to...well, anywhere where Frank wasn't. He found an empty dressing room backstage and slammed the door behind him. Gerard let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and muttered, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," as he leaned his head down to rest in his hands. He ruined everything. Frank was going to hate him forever and they still had a month of tour left. Plus, they were still in a band together. Gerard would have to see Frank anyways. The room suddenly felt hot and small and suffocating, and Gerard went to peel his bandana and jacket off. He had just unknotted the bandana when he saw the door slowly open, and there stood Frank.

"Are you okay?" Frank asked softly, and Gerard felt even worse than he did before. He sounded so small and timid, like Gerard was gonna pounce on him again. Gerard pushed his guilt down with his previous anger and snapped a quick, "I'm fine," at Frank and moved to try to kick him out.

Frank stepped inside quickly, pressing his back against the door and shutting is so Gerard couldn't leave again. Fuck, he's gonna be even more pissed off Frank thought as Gerard marched towards him. He put his hand on the handle and glared at Frank as he went to open it. "Move out of the way, Frank," he snapped as he tried to pull the door open. Frank let his weight fall on the door and it closed with a slam. "Not until you tell me what's wrong," Frank replied, a slight tremor in his voice from his nervousness. Usually he would leave Gerard alone if he was upset, as he tended to be a more keep-to-himself guy anyways, but there was something different about tonight. They had fought. Like, actually fought. On stage. In front of thousands of people. Frank couldn't just let it go this time. Him and Gerard had always been close, and this tour had been bringing them even closer. And, okay, maybe Frank had a little crush on him. Maybe. And all the kissing him and Gerard had been doing on this tour wasn't helping. Sure, there had been stolen kisses at other shows, but this was different. It was sloppy and perfect and hot and Frank would get excited instead of burnt-out every show just at the possibility that it would happen again. Frank's train of thought quickly shifted as he felt his pants starting to get tighter. No, no, no, Frank thought as he willed his dick to please, for the love of God, stop. Gerard was angry at him. Now was not the time.

Frank clenched his hands into fists as he pressed even further into the door. Gerard looked, well, kind of intimidating right now, but in a kinda sexy cowboy way, and oh God, not again, Frank thought before Gerard put one hand on the door by the side of Frank's face, the other reaching behind his neck and pulling him in to kiss him.

Frank made an oomph noise because holy shit, Gerard was kissing him. It wasn't just because they had a show, he was here alone with Frank, kissing him. Frank leaned into Gerard and moaned as Gerard slipped his tongue into his mouth. His knee pressed up in between Frank's legs and he slowly ground down onto him. Gerard was kissing him with all he had, hands now tangling in Frank's hair as he tried to deepen the kiss.

Frank was starting to grind faster and pulled away from the kiss as he gasped, head falling back against the door. Gerard moved his lips onto Frank's neck and left open-mouthed kisses all over before settling right below his jaw. Frank let out a whine as Gerard started sucking and biting on the skin.

"Fuck, I'm sorry Frankie," Gerard mumbled against Frank's skin as he leaned down momentarily to rest his head in the crook of Frank's neck. "I'm so sorry, baby. It was just so hot and tour is just driving me crazy and-" Frank cut him off as he rested his finger under Gerard's chin, gently lifting it so that they were now staring at each other. Frank pressed a gentle kiss on Gerard's lips and Gerard whimpered into his mouth. "Take this shit off," Frank mumbled, tugging at Gerard's jacket and watching as he pulled to shrug it off, throwing it somewhere in the room.

They stumbled across the room to the couch that was resting in the back of the room and Frank felt the back of his legs hit the couch before Gerard was pushing him down and caging him in. Gerard wasted no time as he pressed his lips hard against Frank’s again. Frank’s hips bucked up, looking for some kind of friction, and was rewarded with Gerard rubbing back down onto him. They were both a moaning mess, desperately seeking each other’s touch as things got more heated. Gerard pulled off of Frank and shifted so that his face was rested in between Frank’s legs. Frank was embarrassingly hard, the tent in his pants obvious as he struggled not to buck up into Gerard’s face. Gerard gave him a look, silently asking for permission as his fingers hooked into the belt loops of Frank’s jeans. Frank nodded and Gerard gently tugged his pants down along with his boxers and threw the discarded clothing somewhere along where his jacket was. Frank whined as the air hit his dick and Gerard lay his face on Frank’s thighs, rubbing his hands up and down his legs. “What’s wrong, baby?” Gerard said teasingly, batting his eyelashes as Frank whined and bucked up into nothing. Gerard inched his face closer and closer to where Frank needed him the most and Frank whined at the lack of attention his dick was getting. “Please, Gerard, I need it so bad, just please,” Frank begged, moving his hands down to wrap his fingers in Gerard’s hair. Gerard groaned and licked a slow stripe up his dick. “You’re so pretty when you beg for me, baby,” Gerard mumbled before he started teasing his tip, slowly licking around and sucking. Before Frank could beg for him to do more, something, anything, Gerard took him in one smooth glide. Frank gasped at the sudden warmth around his dick, it was so hot and wet and God, I can’t believe Gerard is sucking me off, Frank thought as his hips bucked up. Gerard hummed around him, sending a vibration through Frank’s dick.

“Fuck, Gerard, please I’m so close,” Frank whined as he thrust his hips up in a faltering rhythm, chasing his release. But Gerard pulled off with a pop and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Frank groaned in frustration but then Gerard was shoving two fingers in Frank’s mouth and he gagged slightly as Gerard said, “Suck,” and of course Frank complied because, well, it was Gerard. Frank wrapped his tongue around Gerard’s fingers, sucking them in and wrapping his tongue around them. He went on for a moment more before Gerard pulled them out and brought them down, lower and lower until he reached the curve of Frank’s ass. He pushed a finger into Frank experimentally, groaning as he felt Frank clench around him. Frank threw his head back and let out a gasp as he lifted his hips into Gerard. “Gee, more, please,” he whined and Gerard slowly pushed another finger in. Gerard suddenly felt hyperaware of his own dick now, pressing hard into his jeans as he watched Frank fall apart underneath him. He was a whining, writhing mess, eyes closed and mouth parted as he rocked down onto Gerard’s fingers. Gerard palmed at himself through his jeans with his free hand for a bit before pulling out of Frank and shoving his own jeans and boxers down just enough to let his dick spring free. Frank whined at the loss but was watching Gerard intently. Gerard spit into his hand as he jerked himself off for a moment, covering himself in his own slick before pulling Frank to rest on his knees and lining himself up.

“You ready, Frankie?” Gerard asked as he gripped onto Frank. Frank nodded and tried pushing himself onto Gerard’s dick, chasing some sort of friction. Gerard groaned as he slowly pushed into Frank, inch by inch as he scanned his face for any sort of pain. He settled for a bit to let Frank adjust and God, he feels so good why didn’t I do this sooner, but Frank was whining and Gerard pushed all the way in, gasping as he felt Frank around him. Frank was a moaning, sweaty mess underneath him; hair sticking to his face and sweat running all down his body, and he wrapped his legs around Gerard’s waist before saying, “Gerard, you gotta move, please,” and Gerard pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into Frank.

Frank gasped as Gerard set a punishing rhythm, fucking into him so hard that Frank saw stars. He moaned loudly, forgetting that they were backstage and that there were probably tons of people moving around outside the room right now, but that quickly left his mind as Gerard angled his hips differently and he was hitting that spot inside of Frank. Frank moaned loudly, moving his hand down to jerk himself off. Gerard noticed and caught his wrist, causing Frank to let out a moan of frustration. “Did I say you could touch yourself, Frankie?” he panted, gathering his other wrist as he pinned them above his head. Frank didn’t respond, his face now inches from Gerard. He could feel his hot breath fanning over him and Frank clenched around him just to see Gerard’s expression falter. He squeezed his eyes shut, brows furrowing as he started fucking into Frank harder.

“Please, Gee, I need something, just please,” Frank begged, his dick starting to ache with the lack of attention it was getting. Gerard moved his hand from Frank’s wrists and down to his dick as he started pumping him with the same rhythm he was rocking into him with. “Leave them there,” Gerard commanded as Frank went to move his arms back down. He whined and left them there and Gerard leaned down to press his lips against Frank. The intensity of it all was starting to get to Frank; the fight, the tension, the way Gerard felt inside of him, and he bucked his hips up as Gerard moved his mouth down to suck on the skin below Frank’s jaw. He tangled his hands in Gerard’s hair and he didn’t protest as he moved his hands down, tangling his fingers in his hair and tugging to coax a moan out of him. Gerard gasped into Frank’s neck, hips faltering as his fingers dug into his hips. “Fuck, Frank, are you close? Please tell me you’re close I don’t know how much longer I can last,” Gerard whined as his rhythm started faltering. Frank tugged at his hair in response and Gerard gasped, hips stuttering as he came. Frank gasped as he felt Gerard twitching inside of him and his own release followed quickly. He was cumming so hard he saw stars and his eyes squeezed shut as he felt Gerard riding him out.

Frank’s release lay sticky on his stomach and his shirt and he groaned as Gerard slowly pulled out of him. He climbed up just a little more to rest his head on Frank’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around him. Frank breathed him in, the unique smell of Gerard and the overwhelming smell of sex hitting him. Gerard leaned up for a moment, grabbing his bandana to clean Frank’s release up with. Frank slightly grimaced at that and Gerard noticed and said, “Well, it’s what we have. Unless you wanna walk around with cum all over you,” he smirked. Frank rolled his eyes at that and got up soon after to find his discarded clothes. His legs ached and wobbled slightly as he stood up, finding his bottoms as he tugged them back on. Gerard was still lying on the couch, watching Frank’s every move. He made grabby hands at Frank as he finished getting dressed and Frank went back to join him on the couch.

They laid together like that for a while, holding each other, breathing each other in as they processed what had just happened. Gerard was playing with Frank’s sweaty hair and he propped himself up on his elbow as he looked down at Frank and said, “I’m sorry I lost my temper out there tonight.” Frank bit his lip at Gerard before turning it up into a smile.

"Well, if this is the outcome of me accidentally falling on you, I might have to do it more often."

[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have & To Hold: Part 12

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

Warning: smut - oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v

A/N: surprise! idk who still cares for this but one of my new years resolutions is to finish some of my unfinished series so here we are.

Series Masterlist

It's late when Marc arrives to your father's home, well, his home now. He anticipates you're already asleep as he heads to the office to decompress after that very long talk with Layla and everything else he had to deal with today.

He had to admit that he did still care for the woman. Did he love her? No, but he'd always want the best for her.

Laying everything out on the table was good for him. He admitted his faults, apologized for being so stubborn and never reaching out until now.

Layla was still stubborn and firey as ever, but she understood. She accepted Marc's apology and offered up her own as well.

Then she asked if it was possible to try again.

That's when Marc admitted he had fallen for someone else, for you. He didn't tell her the whole truth behind his relationship with you, but he explained that it was unexpected. And it's true.

He didn't expect to fall for you when he agreed to the proposal your dad set out for him. Then the more time he spent with you, the more he understood why everyone called you Sunshine. You're sunlight personified.

You bring warmth and joy to everyone you meet, even Marc. And Marc thought he'd never feel this way again after Layla and all the bad he's done. But you brought something out of him, you allowed him to open himself up to love and light.

Seeing Marc's face when he spoke of you, Layla could see that Marc had genuine feelings for you. He seemed happy and she couldn't deny him that, despite everything that he's done and what happened between them.

So when Marc presented the divorce papers, she signed them.

They said their final good-byes and wished each other well.

After that, Marc immediately brought the papers to the L/N Family lawyer to set everything in motion. Then he had meetings for the rest of the day all around the city.

Body tense and craving the numbness alcohol can provide, Marc steps into the office, heading straight for the bar cart.

You switch on the desk lamp at the desk, causing Marc to jump.

"Fuck, Y/N! The hell you still doing up?"

You scoff, twirling your father's letter opener in your hands, “I think there’s some important things we have to discuss, Marc.”

He sighs as he pours amber liquid into a glass, “I agree, but it should wa-” his words are cut off as the letter opener flies at him, landing into the wall beside his head.

He looks at you with wide eyes, "The fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"No, Marc, what the fuck do you think you're doing?! You keep hiding things from me! What else are you hiding from me, Spector? Huh?" You stand from your father's desk, slowly stalking to your fiancé, "First you don't tell me about the arranged marriage my dad planned, then about your DID. You don't warn me about my dad's suicide plan. And now you don't tell me how you're still married?"

Marc gulps down the liquid and places the glass onto the bar cart, "I was planning on telling you-"

"When?! After we got married?!"

"No! Before that, I swear I planned to, but there's so much shit going on! I didn't want to stress you out because you're going through a lot!"

"Doesn't matter! I still had the right to know!"

"I know! And it's whatever now. She signed the divorce papers, I brought them to the family lawyer. They're being filed as we speak and it should be finalized by the time we get married. " He sighs again, running a hand through his hair and glancing at the letter opener lodged into the wall.

He looks back at you, "Listen, from now on, I promise, no more secrets." You scoff and roll your eyes, but he continues, "I'm serious, Y/N, no more secrets. This was my burden to bare and I handled it. Whatever happens now, we'll handle it together. I'll tell you everything that went down today if it makes you feel any better."

"You make me so angry sometimes," you say through gritted teeth.

"I know," he replies as he slowly closes the distance between you.

"Sometimes you make me want to scream."

"You always can. I won't judge," he says sincerely as he stands before you, hand hovering over your closed fist at your side.

"I really want to punch you," you mumble as you look at him.

"Do it," he says in a serious tone, "I've kept you in the dark for a lot of things, but I won't anymore. I'll let you do whatever you want. If you don't want anything to do with this business, fine. If you decide you want to partake in it, I'll let you. You have control here, Y/N," he slowly grabs hold of your wrist. He unravels your fist and guides your hand to his chest, "I let you in, Sunshine. I wanna give you my heart. It's up to you what you do to it."

You stand there speechless. For the first time, you don't know how to respond. Something in Marc's words stirs something in you. A fire in the pit of your stomach comes alive and begins to burn inside you.

Not knowing what else to do, you grip his shirt with the hand that rests on his chest. You pull him close and press your lips to his in a heated kiss. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, one hand gripping onto his hair.

Marc's hands go to your waist, pulling you even closer to him. You feel the heat of his body against yours as he kisses you back. His mouth moves against yours and you're so distracted by the taste of him you don't even realize he was walking you towards your father's desk.

He lifts you and places you onto the desktop with ease and he pulls back to look at you.

There's a haze over his eyes, his lips are slightly puffy from kissing you. His hair is disheveled from when you were gripping it.

"Do you want this?" he asks in a low whisper, his fingers grazing along the hem of your shirt.

You nod, "Yes. Fuck, Marc, fuck me."

He doesn't hesitate to pull your shirt off you in an instant, then working on your pants.

You never thought your first time with Marc would be in your father's office on his old desk. But fuck it, it's the heat of the moment. You're just hoping your dad isn't watching you about to get fucked in his office from above.

You're naked as the day you were born, laid out on the wooden desk. The cool surface a complete contrast to your body that feels like it's on fire.

"Need to get you ready," Marc murmurs as he drops to his knees, pulling your legs to rest on his shoulders, "Been dreaming about this pussy," he mumbles in between your thighs.

He licks a stripe up your slit and it causes your breath to hitch. Honestly, you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

He spreads your lips apart, delving in with a careful taste. He hums and smiles up at you, "Sweet, just like I imagined."

You whine in desperation, "Marc-"

"I know, baby. I know. Already desperate for me, aren't ya?" His thumb reached up and draws slow careful circles around your clit. The bud already hardening underneath the pressure.

You hiss out a "Fuck!" Your jaw goes slack when you feel his mouth on your again. His tongue collecting your slick, devouring you like a starved man. Your fingers weave through his locks, gripping tight, and keeping him place.

You grind up into his face and eyes staring into yours as you use his face for pleasure.

You see the lust in his eyes, the hunger and desire for you. Fuck, that look alone could make you cum.

Speaking of which, you let out a moan as you grind harder against his mouth, "Shit. I'm close," you say and it makes Marc immediately pull away.

"What-"

"Shush. The first time you cum is on my cock," he says as he immediately unzips his pants, pushing them and his underwear down enough to free his dick.

He grips himself at the base, the tip just hovering over your entrance, "This still okay?"

You roll your eyes and wrap your legs around him, "Shut up and fuck me, Spector."

Marc smirks and teases your entrance with his top. He coats himself in your slick and then slowly enters you.

Your head drops onto the desktop as he fills you, "Goddamn you feel good."

He gives an experimental thrust into you and then smirks when you moan in pleasure. He then grips you by the back of the neck and pulls you to sit up. He holds you close to him as he fucks into you.

With each snap of his hips, the desk beneath you shakes and creaks. A few of the knick knacks tip over, some pens roll onto the floor. Neither of you care in the moment, obviously, too lost in the lust.

"Harder, Marc. Please. I want it." you beg him with pleading, lust filled eyes.

"You want me to fuck you harder?" he asks in panting breaths.

You nod, "Make me forget. I don't want to think about anything else but you."

"Fuck, keep talking like that, it's gonna be over a lot sooner," he groans, thrusting into your faster and harder.

You chuckle and press your lips to his. He happily kisses you back as he fucks into you. One hand holds onto your thigh while the other is in-between you two, working your clit.

You pull away for air, your lips grazing against his. In short breaths, you murmur out, "I'm sorry I was a bitch."

He chuckles while he continues to fuck you, "It's okay. I deserve it."

"Did you really mean it? You'll give me control whenever I want it?"

He nods, "Whatever you want, Sunshine. I just want you to be happy." He leaves you speechless again, but it's fine, especially since you feel that winding in your stomach grow tighter and tighter.

"I'm close."

"Give it to me, baby. Lemme feel you. I got you, baby."

He fucks into your harder, deeper. You're sure the desk will break any moment now by how hard Marc's fucking you.

"Fuuuu-mmf!" Marc swallows your cries with a kiss. He feels the fluttering of your pussy around him and he feels in absolute bliss.

"Shit," he groans, and pulls out, jerking himself off just above your pussy. He enters you again and gives you a few more thrusts before pulling out and cumming right onto you.

He's a sweaty, panting mess and you're sure you look the same. As he catches his breath, he reaches onto the desk at the tissue box. He takes a few and wipes up the mess he left on you as well as your own mess. He then wipes himself off, tossing the remnants into the bin beside the desk. You sit up with a groan, rolling your neck and shoulders.

You sigh and look up to the ceiling, "Sorry, dad."

Marc snorts and helps you off the desk. He catches you when you lose your footing, a smirk on his face.

You roll your eyes, "Don't even."

"Didn't even say anything."

You sigh, gathering your strewn out clothes, "Let's shower and go to bed."

"Yes, ma'am," Marc murmurs, wrapping an arm around you and guiding you out of the office.

"We still need to talk more, you know," you say as you both climb the stairs.

He lowly chuckles, "In the morning. We'll talk. Promise," he pauses to kiss your head and then continues to guide you to, now, your shared bedroom.

[halohelene]

Journal Entry – February 12th, 1995

I shouldn’t have watched it. I know that now.

But after last night, after hearing that whisper, I had to see the tape again. Had to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.

I put it back in the VCR. The static started immediately, the warped footage rolling in like a bad dream. But this time, there was something new.

A title card.

"The Lovesick Episode."

I don’t remember this episode. No one does. It’s not in any archives, not in any episode guides. But there it was, flickering on my screen in faded white text.

The show began as usual, with the host—a puppet with wide, unblinking eyes—standing in the middle of the set. The colors were still muted, the audio still scratchy, but there was something wrong with the way the puppet moved. The strings jerked awkwardly, its felt mouth opening and closing as if speaking, but no words came out.

Then, the music started. Slow, droning, like a warped music box struggling to play.

A new character entered the scene.

I didn’t recognize this puppet. It wasn’t one of the regulars. Its head was too large, its limbs too long, its fabric too old. It swayed slightly, as if struggling to stand.

The host turned to it and finally spoke.

"Oh dear, you look lovesick!

The new puppet twitched. Its head tilted too far to the side. The screen glitched for a second, and when it stabilized, the set looked different. The bright, painted houses were now… rotted. The colors bled down like water-stained paper.

And then, the puppet began to change.

Its felt face stretched, the seams pulling apart. Its button eyes rolled unevenly in their sockets. The sound of heavy breathing filled the audio—ragged, wet gasps.

The host stood still. Watching.

The tape skipped.

Now the new puppet was alone on the screen. It was staring directly at the camera.

Its mouth opened.

A voice, barely more than a whisper, spoke through the speakers.

"Why did you forget me?"

I hit eject. The tape didn’t budge.

The puppet moved closer.

The screen cuts to static.

I yanked the tape out, nearly breaking the VCR. My hands were shaking. The room felt colder. I swear I heard a faint, distant humming—like the warped melody from the episode.

I don’t know what I saw. I don’t know how this tape even exists.

But I do know one thing.

Somewhere in my house… something is humming that tune.

[mara-twins]

Conditions

Word Count: 1116

A/n: Sorry anon that this took super long to get up and that it might not be what you are wanting. If anything, just send in another one when the requests open up again. 

It was six days until October 31st, Halloween, and you just got invited to the most looked forward to party of the season! Jackson Wang’s Halloween Parties are legendary! You’re normally invited, but you’re excited more so now because your friends got invited, too! Excitement engulfs you in a hug and your group’s cheers of joy boom like thunder through the quad.

“Now we just need to look for dates!” One of your friends screams excitedly.

“Dates? Why do we have to bring dates, can’t we just go as a group?” Another one of your friends asks.

“Oh you guys can’t have forgotten how I’m really trying to get with this guy’s from my chemistry class.”

“How can we when you’re always bringing him up?” You laughed.

“My point exactly!” That first friend replies.

“Nah man, I’m hoping to find a really hot person at the party who I can have lots of fun with.” A third friend says making the whole group laugh. When the laughter dies down everyone goes their separate ways; some to class, others go home – like yourself.

On the way home the ending part of your friends’ conversation played through in your mind. Some of your friends were gonna find dates. Others were planning on going together, but going home with someone else. You didn’t really want to mess around with some random person and you didn’t really have a crush on anyone at the moment. Or at least, you didn’t have a crush on someone who could see you as a significant other.

Tragic, I know.

You did have feelings for someone, your best friend, Mark Tuan. However, you know Mark well enough that if he liked you he would have told you already. It was just the kind of person he is, but that’s just it. He hasn’t. You have been best friends since diapers and have been there for each other through everything!

There was a time last year where you went to school abroad just so you can get away from him for a bit to deal with your feelings. For the most part, it helped, you came to the conclusion and decision that you would much rather keep Mark as a friend than lose him altogether. Nonetheless, as hard as things can get you couldn't see Mark no longer being in your life so you just dealt with the hand that was dealt.

You got home, putting down your keys and dropping your bag by the door, then heard something coming from the kitchen.

“Babe is that you?” Mark calls out. Oh yeah, he’s your roommate, too. That story will be for another day.

“Yeah, don’t you have class right now?” You say now sitting your rump on the couch and mentally rolling your eyes at the pet name. Your heart skips a beat, but like always you push down your feelings. You put on that nonchalant mask and play your part of just the best friend. Mark comes into the living room, joining you on the couch, carrying two beers.

“I’m skipping today because I rather not hear about Jackson's Halloween party. I’m already helping with it I rather not hear more about it then what is needed.” Mark hands you a beer.

“Thanks, but um speaking of the party,” Mark groans as you continue, “I’m calling in that favor now.”

“What did you need, babe?”

“My friends and I met up with Jackson earlier. We were talking about dates and stuff.” You see Mark’s jaw clench tight when you say the word ‘dates.’

“I don’t have a crush on anyone right now (that’s not you anyway), and I’m not looking for someone to go home with that night either.” Mark’s jaw relaxes. “So, can you be my date?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re already gonna be there, please? I’ll even help you guys clean up if you stay that long. I just don’t want to really be by myself at the party.”

“Sure, but on one condition.”

“Condition?”

“Yeah, this can’t be a one-time-only date.”

“What the heck, Tuan?!”

“That’s my condition,” Mark’s voice decibels lowers than it once was. His fingers intertwined with his other hand and his head facing the floor. Your mind goes blank, but your lips get tugged by its corners; leaving you smiling.

“Look, I know this might be kind of weird with us being friends and shit. And being friends for a long time now, but I really just needed to get  the fact that I really like you off my chest.”

“Sounds like you’ve been thinking about it for a while. Exactly how long has it been now?”

“How old are we now?”

“THE HECK, TUAN?!”

“I’m sorry, okay? I couldn’t help it and then you left last year,” he sighs, defeated. He started talking again, but that next word was never completed. You gathered up your nerves and used it to push your next action. You touch his forearm gently, which makes Mark break his staring contest with the floor. Your hand caresses his cheek, cupping it endearingly, and you lean forward. Mark closes the space between you, connecting your lips. You couldn’t hide your Smile and neither could Mark. Your lips pull apart, but your foreheads seem to be glued together.

“I only left last year because I couldn’t handle seeing you like every day and not having the courage to tell you I have feelings for you too.”

“So, instead of us having our first date the night of the party, how about we have it tonight? Let me take you out for dinner?”

“On one condition,” You threw his words back at him.

“Condition?” Mark mimicked you.

“You need to go to your last class of the day.” Mark groans at your condition making you laugh.

“Hey, education is important!! We aren’t paying for our classes for nothing.”

“Fine, but only if you kiss me one more time.” To which you did.

Needless to say, things with Mark have been going well since that day. Jackson was your biggest supporter and was beyond happy when you told him while helping set up for his party. It seems he was secretly hoping that you two end up together. As to what the future holds, you don’t know. But for right now, you were just wanting to get through the party matching Mark in your Bonnie and Clyde costumes. As it turns out you guys don’t stay at Jackson's long before you’re both all over each other. You both knew that that night is definitely one for the memory books and you’ll probably caption it, ‘Halloween with my best friend/boyfriend, Mark Tuan. 💕