Status Updates From Kissed By My Teammate (My D...

That shit good

This is Mal, raw and true. The tang of his breath, the stale sweat on his clothes, the bed hair, it all makes him feel so real, so human, so perfectly imperfect. He’s not a fantasy figure from my forbidden kinky sex dreams anymore. He’s Mal. My Mal. Who sweats, and makes mistakes, and tries to hide it all because he thinks someone else is going to hurt him.

~ :)

I wrap my arms around his wide shoulders and hold him close while he cries silently, the wet tears soaking into my chest through my hoodie. He doesn’t make a noise, only gasping a breath now and then, but he keeps his head burrowed into my chest, and I hold him and stroke his hair and kiss his head until his tears slow down and he stops trembling.

~ WHAT THE FUCK, THEY'RE SO AHHHHH

“You’re not fucked, Mal, you just need therapy.
And I don’t want you to ever think that you’re not worthy of love.” He gulps. ”Because you are. I love you.”
My mouth opens but no words come out for a moment.
“What?” I say.
“I love you.”

~ MY BABIES

Wow skimming that was intense

But I am gonna skip the rest of it

I scoff. “I don’t let you see it because it’s fucking disgusting.”
“It’s not disgusting. It’s just a scar,” he says.

~ 10/10 emotional backstory explanation

MAL HAS NEVER EVEN SAID THEY'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP, HE'S STILL AT THE "I DON'T WANT ANYTHING WITH YOU" STAGE. THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE, HIS FIRST TIME ADMITTING HE WNATS / THINKS OF THEM AS MORE

“Sorry I’m so weird,” he whispers. “Do you still wanna be my boyfriend?”
I close my eyes. God, I wish he wasn’t drunk right now. I wish he meant all this stuff he was saying. I want it so badly it hurts.
I run my fingers through his hair. “Yes. I do.”
...
He lets out a long breath, hmm-ing contentedly and I settle in, stroking his hair and enjoying the moment.

~ What the fuck happened, how did we get here. SOBBING

“Of course I’ll stay with you.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ll do whatever you want, Mal. I’m here for you.”
“Can I have a hug?” he asks.

~ Omg, the tears

“The scar,” he murmurs. “Happy fucking birthday, sport. This year you get stitches.”

~ He got me, Mal got me. I'm like, crying over him. Probably my sickness making me more emotional BUT like... historically maybe I should admit that they just always get me

“You’ll be sorry!” he declares as he nestles down. “Dildos in every hole! I fucking mean it. Nostrils, ear holes, everything.”

~ I can't, drunk Mal is actually so fucking cute.

Falling in love in cowboy costumes >>
Or like, realising you're in love. Same thing whatever

How many times can you fuck in one morning? Asking for a friend.

~ I love Nick. Woops his name is North... I'm watching IG vs JDG okay, leave me alone myself

How sweet, Mal is making him quit smoking /s