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𐙚⋆.˚ WHAT AM I? — mm

𝜗ৎ 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ⋆.˚ .ᐟ [stranger!mackiah x reader] ...୨ᢉ𐭩୧... wc. 2.8k w. curse words! fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

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i met her on a monday evening she was standing outside of the park and ride … knew i was falling when i looked inside your eyes she said, "i know you are, but what am i?"

the weather was hot.

so hot that mackiah thought his skin was about to melt off of his body as he waited for his bus to arrive, about to leave a whole dreaded day of work behind him. he was so done. done of his boring ass job at a place he absolutely hated. done with waiting to get to do something he actually liked with the degree he had been working so hard for. done with pretending he was okay when he was overwhelmed with his routine.

but he would get a break from life soon, he could feel it.

“you don’t look too happy.”

mackiah’s thoughts were interrupted by a honey laced voice, coming from a girl that now stood right by his side.

you were the most gorgeous person he had seen in his entire life, with long eyelashes and eyes that seemed to hold the entire universe in them.

fucking angelic, if you were to ask him.

“i don’t really have anything to be happy about right now,” he shrugged after a couple seconds of admiration, a slight amused glint taking place in his eyes.

“fair enough,” you nodded. “now, tell me, what’s got you so frustrated on this fine monday?”

mackiah sighed. what did have him so frustrated? it wasn’t like anything special happened.

“i hate my job,” he blurted out, surprised at the fact that he had voiced that outloud to a person he had never met before.

“then quit,” you shrugged, making mackiah raise his eyebrows with surprise.

“it’s not that easy,” he spoke, looking at you with questioning eyes. “i’m not particularly rich.”

“i’m not either, not at all,” you commented, turning your face to look back at him. “but i do something i love, and i think that’s worth more than anything else.”

the boy let out a surprised chuckle, amused and surprised altogether at how earnest you sounded. “where have you been? i’ve been looking for a woman like you for all my life.”

you smiled at his words, seemingly a little flustered. “then talk to me before i have to leave, and one day we could be maybe more than two lost souls just passing by.”

the boy couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as his heart began to try and beat out of his chest. the setting sun was hitting you perfectly, as if it was trying to make you look even more unreal than you already did by making your glossy lips shimmer in a particularly enticing way.

maybe your lipgloss tasted as sweet as you looked; maybe like strawberries.

wait.

what was happening? he had met you no more than five minutes ago and he already felt like he could live in that moment forever, like he wanted to.

so he did just what you had asked —he suspected he would always do that regardless of the request . he talked, all the fifteen minutes it took for your bus to arrive.

“i have to go,” you said as you watched your vehicle park in front of you, a laugh dying down from a particularly funny comment he had made.

“wait, can i have your phone number or something?” the boy asked, hands balling up at his side to try and stop himself from reaching out for you.

“sure, here,” you nodded, trying to bite back a smile as you reached for a small paper to scribble your number into. “can i ask why?”

“i think i’m in love with you,” mackiah blurted, his eyes immediately widening at the weight of their own words.

shit.

“i know you are, but what am i?” you said before he could have the chance to take his words back, taking his hand to place the paper into it as you looked into his shocked eyes for a couple seconds before walking away into the bus that awaited.

tell me, have you seen a sunset turn into a sunrise? kiss right through the night? 'cause we should try that sometime hold you 'til the mornin' and if I said I'm fallin' would you just reply "i know you are, but what am i?"

“fucking finally!” kamden exclaimed as the car rolled into the driveway of the summer house he and his friends had rented for the next couple of days.

“i’m so glad we’re here, my ass feels flat,” mackiah chimed in from the front seat, waiting eagerly to get out of the car and stretch his body like he had been needing for the past four hours.

“your ass can’t be flat no matter how many hours you sit on it,” brian spoke out, dramatically holding the air as if to show him what he meant, only causing him to let out a groan before stepping out of the car.

the house was beautiful, spacious and perfect for a desperately needed vacation. well, it wasn’t like mackiah had much going on after he quit his job —only because the hot girl at the park and ride told him to— but a vacation was always needed nevertheless.

mackiah felt content for the first time in a while as he leaned on the balcony railing, his eyes on the ocean. the only sounds that could be heard were the waves and his friend´s screaming voices from inside the house.

that, until a voice called him from a distance.

“you look happier than last time i saw you,”

he recognized your voice immediately, all too familiar from the countless dreams you had invaded ever since that one fateful evening. was it really you? i’d be too much of a coincidence.

“it was certainly not the fake phone number,” he answered into the air, looking down in hopes to see you on the sand.

“what are you talking about?” mackiah watched as you furrowed your eyebrows, giving him a confused expression.

what was he talking about? whatever it was, it completely banished from his brain the second his eyes set on your perfect face as the image made its way to the special place he had for you in his brain, along with the citric smell of your perfume, the paper he still kept inside his phone case—

oh, right.

“the number you gave me that day,” he commented once the trance was over, his chest feeling the unfamiliar flutter as he watched you from above.

“it wasn’t fake, you never texted me,” you defended, your voice still as calm as it had always been.

“of course i did,” his eyebrows furrowed, were you really gaslighting him? “you know what, wait there.”

he said before walking away, almost ran down the stairs with his eyes glued to his screen as he scrolled through the old chats. he ignored the questioning looks from his friends, continuing his decided strut until he was standing in front of you outside of the house.

“here, i did text you,” he showed you a chat on his phone screen, one with a number that was definitely not yours.

“that’s not my number,” you shook your head. “mine ends with an eight, not a five.”

“oh my- are you serious?” he groaned, frustrated at himself for holding onto that number for so long in absolute bane. “i did all that complaining for nothing?”

you chuckled at his words, amused at his antics while he continued to act like he had just received the worst news of his life.

“yes,” you nodded, teasingly. “but whatever, i’m here now, and it’d be a waste if you don’t tell me why the heck you thought my perfectly drawn eight was a five.”

it didn't take long for you and mackiah to be sitting down on the sand, talking for a while until a head popped up from the door to his house.

“mackiah? you have to go grocery shopping with siyun,” kyrell said before noticing you, his surprised expression quickly turning into a friendly one. “oh, hello, i didn’t see you there.”

you greeted him back with a friendly smile, trying to hide your laugh as the younger boy tried to save himself from grocery shopping to no avail.

“the guys and i were planning to make a bonfire after sunset, you and your friends should come,” he mumbled as he stood in front of you, ready to go.

“i’ll talk to them,” you nodded. “now go before he physically drags you away,” you laughed, pointing at siyun, who boredly waited for him at the door.

“i’ll see you later then,” he smiled, giving you a once over for the last time before waving and jogging up to his friend.

and just as he had said, you found yourself sitting in front of a bonfire hours after the sun had hidden, clutching your side as you laughed at one of mackiah’s terrible jokes.

“that was awful, not even funny,” you said, trying to conceal your laughter, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“say that again when you’re not dying to laugh, please,” he poked at your side with a satisfied smile. there was a certain fondness in his eyes as he admired the way the light of the fire reflected into your eyes.

you were fucking ethereal.

“i was laughing at you, not with you,” you clarified, your smile dying down as you focused on his handsome face, watching as his eyes flicked down to your lips for a few seconds.

“sure, whatever makes you happy.” the boy muttered, moving closer as he watched your gaze mimic his. his tongue darted out to wet his lips instinctively as he leaned in, giving you the chance to part away or close the remaining distance between you.

what kind of madwoman would ever back away from mackiah fucking mercer?

a small sigh left his lips right before reaching yours, merging together in a tentative and tender kiss, as if you were testing the waters of what it meant.

just as he had thought the very first time he met you, your lipgloss tasted like strawberries and your lips fit together like puzzle pieces.

like they were made for each other.

the slow pace didn’t last very long, and it took even less for both of you to be out of breath while you laid on the sand, lips swollen as you watched the sun begin to rise in the distance. your head rested on mackiah’s shoulder as he caressed your hair.

“this didn’t do any favors to my initial thoughts of falling for you, by the way. i think i'm deeper down now,” he broke the silence, voice soft.

“i know you are, but what am i?”

open the door to my apartment, we get in kissin' on my neck and throw my jacket to the side i know your heart is beating quick and if you put your head on my chest hear the same in mine, yeah and we'll be making love until the sun comes up

“wait, keys,” mackiah chuckled, parting away from your lips for only a couple seconds to try to fish his keys out of his pocket, fumbling with the lock before letting you into his apartment.

you didn’t waste time on latching your lips to his neck, leaving wet kisses down the span of it as you grabbed his jacket and attempted to get it off of him.

the boy couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at your impatience, enjoying your affection for a couple more seconds before parting away and grabbing your chin with no force.

“don’t be impatient now, sweetheart, wait a second.” he muttered, voice raspy before he left a peck on your lips and let go of you to take his jacket off and throw it to the side. “come here,”

in a second, your lips were pressed together again. his hands roamed around your body until they settled on the small of your back and your jaw, simultaneously pulling you closer and tilting your face however fit him best.

the way he kissed you made your knees feel weak, like they would give up on you in any second; the only thing holding you up being your unwillingness to part away from mackiah.

he wasn’t feeling much different, so incredibly immersed in how it felt to have you so pliant in his hands, so close, so his.

standing up turned into sitting as you stumbled onto the couch, your legs placed in every side of his lap as you straddled him. “oh, hey,” you muttered, a breathless smile between kisses.

“hey, pretty,” he smiled back, and your world fell to absolute shambles at the etherealness of his smile, his kiss bitten lips, his messy hair and shimmery eyes.

“your heart is racing,” you commented with a teasing smile as your hand rested on his pounding chest.

he took his hand to your own, feeling for a second before answering with the same amused tone. “yours is too.”

how couldn’t it be? the boy sitting under you seemed like a fucking fallen angel brought to earth for the sin of being so fucking beautiful that nothing could ever compare.

“your fault,” you smiled before joining your lips yet again.

and mackiah had that smile stuck in his mind for the rest of the night. every single one of your reactions to his touch were like treasures, and he had never felt more greedy in his life. he wanted it all; your happiness, your sadness, your pleasure. everything you were willing to give him he would take as his hands explored your body like he was trying to find the city he had someday belonged to.

like he was trying to come home.

but one day, maybe i i could put a ring on your finger before you change your mind, yeah

“come on, it isn’t much further,” mackiah chuckled as he guided your blindfolded figure through an unknown path.

“you’ve said that like four times!” you exclaimed, holding tight onto your boyfriend’s hand with fear of falling.

“well, i’m telling the truth now,” he smiled, endeared at the cuteness you so naturally possessed. “we’re actually here, so stop complaining and don’t take the blindfold off until i tell you to.”

he let go of your hand for a couple seconds and you felt him move behind you, his arms encircling your waist and his chin taking place on your shoulder. “okay, you can take it off.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight you were met with once your eyes got used to the light again. a beautiful meadow surrounded you, the colors of the sunset contrasting the flowers to form one of the most incredible views you had ever seen.

“kiah, it’s so beautiful,” you muttered, eyes unable to look away from the scenery.

“almost as much as you,” your boyfriend smiled before leaving a loud kiss on your cheek and letting go of you to walk in front of you again. “i have something to give you.”

you ripped your eyes away from the view to focus on him, smiling at the fact that there was no better view than him.

“i know we’re young, and it might be too early to decide anything,” he began speaking as he looked for something in his pocket, “but i know i’m spending the rest of my life with you, sweetheart, and i don’t want you to ever doubt that.”

your heart raced as you watched him pull out a small box.

what on earth was he doing?

“i won’t ask you to promise your life to me just yet,” he continued before any questions could come out of your stunned mouth. “but i wanted to make it clear that i do intend to someday, and this is just practice for when that happens.”

he opened the box to show a pair of beautiful rings.

“the promise rings we saw at that store near the beach where we met for the second time,” you breathed out. “you drove all the way there?”

“yeah, just for you,” he smiled, taking them out of their holder and holding his hand out for you. “may i?”

you looked up at his face just then, uncontrollably fond of his nervous expression.

“of course you may,” you agreed and watched him visibly beam of happiness as he slipped the ring on your finger, pulling at that same hand to make you stumble into his grasp before twirling you around a couple of times.

“i’m so fucking in love with you,” mackiah muttered as he sat you down, looking at you with mesmerized eyes.

“i know you are, but what am i?”

𝜗ৎ 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ⋆.˚ .ᐟ ampers&one debut because mackiah has completely destroyed everything and has changed me as a person. 𐙚⋆.˚ .ᐟ @tiramisumin @astrasng 𐙚 back to the masterlist. 𐙚 please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

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