#Marcus Chang

[accidentallyadramablog]

Okay so I'm adding another Taiwanese drama to my watch list: Trick or Love on Viki. It's a reunion of Marcus Chang and Eugenie Liu. Marcus sure does like to pick revenge dramas that lead to love. :-) I wonder if I'll need to rewatch Behind Your Smile afterwards.

[thedramagarden]

Trick or Love (2023) | Taiwan Drama

[binging-asian-dramas]

Trick or Love. 6-7

Story: 6

Acting: 10

Chemistry: 8

Comparable to: Behind Your Smile (Taiwanese drama); Coffee Prince (kdrama)

A gender bender romance melodrama that seriously goes over the top most of the time. The storyline doesn’t help it any, with a vengeful male lead and a doe eyed way to innocent, dimwit, yeah you know the type, female lead. You sort of roll with it at first and by midway the storyline forms a bit better, that is if you could last that long. Honestly it’s not that bad of a drama. I really like Marcus Chang’s dramas, I would have to say this would be my least favorite but still not the worst drama I’ve seen by far. There’s quite some doozies out there.

[milistefhan]

Uno de mis dramas favoritos ♥

[diversamenteintelligente]

(via LOST ROMANCE)

E se accadesse che durante una notte tu cada magicamente nelle pagine di un romanzo?

Questo accade a Zheng Xiao En, si ritrova al suo risveglio in un romanzo d’amore, dove le persone sono le stesse della sua vita reale, ma hanno altro ruoli.

Che potrà mai accadere? En riuscirà a tornare nel mondo reale?

[owlheartt]

Something I really like about timebomb is that Ekko actually knows what he's getting into.

I'm not really seeing it get talked about but in season 1 they mention that Ekko and the firelights help people addicted to shimmer get off it and lead more fulfilling lives within the community. I should probably rewatch the scene for the exact wording (might be misremembering tbh) but that comment implies A LOT.

First: Ekko's mission is helping people where he can, he would probably try and help Jinx even if he wasn't in love with her

Second: He has experience dealing with severe mental illness as that often goes hand in hand with drug abuse, namely depression/suicidal ideation like what Jinx was exhibiting

Third: He's probably mapped out best course of action FOR dealing with this and has already figured out his own limits/boundaries. Meaning he knew what he was getting into trying to talk Jinx out of suicide, and was thus more equipped to deal with the aftermath

Fourth: He's probably helped ex members of Silco's gang. The firelights seem to have a theme of healing and repairing and recovering, so they've probably also learned to forgive. If they're mission is to rebuild the lanes into a safe space, they can't exclude people they don't like, they have to make room for them. I think they fought Silco out of necessity, and I doubt Jinx would be the first person they help who's killed one of them.

These all might be a bit of a stretch but I think it really fits. Beyond that, it shows that Ekko can ACTUALLY help Jinx. As much as unconditional love can do, Ekko has the tools for Jinx's recovery and a path ready for her. He also probably knows that her "healthy" will look different from AU Powder's "healthy." On top of that, I expect he knows how to respect her even in the middle of psychotic breaks and won't agitate her already frail mental state

[burntheedges]

Loose Change

Marcus Pike x f!reader | 2.2k | masterlist | ao3

summary: You loved playing in the orchestra, but when you needed a change, you started busking at a few places around town just for fun. You weren't expecting the attractive man that stopped to listen. Or his smile.

a/n: happy birthday to my amazing friend and the best beta reader, @katareyoudrilling!! you are busy playing your violin right now, at this very moment, performing Holst's Planets, which I know must be amazing. so I hope you like this little treat when you get back. I'm so, so glad we met on here and so happy to have you as a friend. 🧡🥰 also shout out to @secretelephanttattoo who prompted me with what became the original version of this idea almost a year ago! and thank you to @hauntedhowlett for reading this and reassuring me since I obviously couldn't ask Katie. lol

tags/warnings: flirting, fluff, meet cute, busking, my attempt at sounding smart about music and playing violin, Katie I did my best lol, coffee mention, a teensy bit of angst/worry, touching, kissing, reader is a professional musician but no description otherwise

...

It was Tuesday, so you were at your spot near the Archives stop. Not inside the metro, since they could be a bit picky about that, but just outside. It was a good spot — you usually caught the suits going to work and the tourists heading for the National Mall or a museum. On Tuesday mornings it was busy but not so busy that you had to compete with other musicians. 

You’d been playing for about 30 minutes when you saw him. You tried not to smile when you caught the angle of his shoulders out of the corner of your eye. 

Him, the reason you’d been thinking about coming to this spot more than twice a week, even though it didn’t fit in your hectic schedule of rehearsals and performances. You’d only started busking a couple of months before, dying for something different, to play something different. 

He was tall with dark hair and an absurdly handsome face. He was clearly a fed – he always wore a suit, for one, and he walked like the rest of them. Like he had somewhere to be but he didn’t necessarily want to go there. Blank face, steady gait. 

Broad shoulders. 

You decided weeks ago that he was probably with the bureau, just going by the suit and the direction he turned out of the station. But he was definitely the hottest agent you’d ever seen. He didn’t look like an agent, otherwise — were any other agents this attractive? 

And then there was the way he smiled whenever he stopped to listen to you play. 

You’d noticed, a couple of weeks back, that he always seemed to walk by whenever you were there. And he would always stop for at least a few minutes to listen and smile and distract you from your music. 

On that Tuesday you were just starting up the Indiana Jones theme song — you liked to throw in a few crowd pleasers, of course, and this one always caught people’s attention — when he appeared at the top of the stairs to the station. You’d also noticed that he seemed to stay longer when you were playing pieces from movie scores, so you had added a couple more to your repertoire. 

You refused to stare, but you tracked him as he got closer and slowed to a stop to your right. He joined the small crowd that had stopped to listen and you smiled to yourself. You could feel his eyes on you as you played and you fought a shiver. 

Like always, he watched and smiled and clapped when you finished. And then he dropped some change in your open violin case and turned to walk away.

As he turned, he caught your eye, and you felt the moment stretch around you. 

He winked.

…

The following Thursday you noticed something new — he appeared at the top of the stairs about 6 minutes earlier than usual, as if he’d caught an earlier train. 

You just noted it, at the time, nothing more than a curious change in his schedule. Maybe he had an early meeting? But then on the following Tuesday he did it again, and on the Thursday after that. 

As always, he seemed to really enjoy your music. He tapped his foot during “Fly Me to the Moon” and laughed when two little girls danced to “Let It Go.” (You didn’t let your eyes linger on how his laugh lit up his face.) He even seemed to appreciate the classical pieces that you knew many of your listeners couldn’t name. And each time, he stayed longer to listen, only turning to leave at his usual time. As if he’d gotten an earlier train just so he could stay longer. 

Your entire face turned hot every time you thought about it. That couldn’t be it, right? An earlier train, just to listen to me? You turned it over in your mind while sitting on the train yourself and in rehearsal and at home.

But whatever the reason, he did stay and smile and listen to you play, every time.

…

One Thursday morning, about two weeks after he changed his schedule, he didn’t appear at all.

When he didn’t come up the stairs at the new, earlier time, you shrugged, mentally. But when he didn’t appear at his previous normal time, or any time after that, you started to worry.

Maybe he’s sick? you wondered as you gently put away your violin, much later than usual. You might have stayed, waiting to see if he would appear, but you couldn’t push it any longer and make it home before rehearsal. Maybe he has a day off. You couldn’t stop yourself from running down the list of options in your mind as you started to walk towards the metro. 

Maybe he got a new job and I’ll never see him again? You bit your lip, brows furrowed.

But what could you do? You didn’t even know this guy, outside of your weeks-long habit of making eye contact twice a week. Steady eye contact that made you shiver and turn warm and smile, when you remembered it later, but nothing more than that.

Still, you worried about it all weekend. You even told your best friend, who already knew about your “hot FBI guy,” and who told you, “I mean, there’s nothing you can do about it until Tuesday.”

Thanks, Mari.

So, you worried. 

On Tuesday you woke up early, already jittery with nerves. Would he be back? You wished the question hadn’t plagued you all weekend, but it had.

You packed your bag and thermos of tea and headed for the metro with your violin. You knew you would be there about half an hour earlier than normal, but you couldn’t stand to be in your apartment for even another minute.

The crowd was a bit more sparse so early in the morning, but you quickly set up in your usual spot outside of the Archives station. You did a short warm up to get ready.

And then you took a deep breath, and began to play.

Immediately, you felt a bit more at ease – concentrating on the music helped. You’d made it through two pieces and were feeling much more relaxed when you were startled by a cough to your right. 

You jumped a little and your bow made a little squeaking noise where you held it against the strings. You winced as you turned. 

It was him.

He smiled and waved and you felt yourself begin to smile back. You spoke before you consciously decided to, and exclaimed, “you’re back!’

His smile widened and he ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “Yeah,” he said, and you blinked. His voice was very deep and warm. “I was sick last week. You… you noticed?” he asked, and looked at you with his head still ducked. It was very cute.

You felt your face get warm, realizing what you’d given away. “Of course,” you said, deciding to lean into it. You looked around and saw that the rest of your small crowd had drifted away, so you stepped closer. “I mean, you’re a regular.” You smiled and tilted your head.

He stepped closer, too. He was looking up at you now. “Do you have many regulars?” He looked hopeful. It was a very cute look on him.

You shook your head, laughing. “You know, I do have a few. But only one that I look for every morning.”

He started to grin. “Just one?”

You bit your lip and nodded. “I might keep an eye on the exit over there while I’m playing, you know.”

“I uh…” he laughed, looking a bit sheepish. “I might have started getting up earlier, so I could be here longer.”

You grinned at him. I knew it. “I might have noticed.”

For a moment you just smiled at each other. He cleared his throat and held out his hand. “I’m Marcus, by the way.”

You looked down at your hands, which were holding your violin and your bow.

“Oh! Sorry,” he started to drop his hand, but you quickly transferred your bow to your other hand, gently holding both in your fingers. You held out your hand and introduced yourself.

He slid his hand into yours, and you couldn’t help but notice it was warm, and big. You shivered. 

“Nice to meet you,” he murmured, not letting go of your hand. “Do you think I could buy you a coffee sometime?” He squeezed your hand gently.

You smiled. “You’re early today,” you said, voice teasing. “How about now?”

He grinned and nodded. “Now is great.”

You slipped your hand out of his, immediately wishing you hadn’t. But you turned to pack up your violin. “You know,” you said, looking at him over your shoulder, “I was hoping you’d talk to me, sometime.”

Marcus was still smiling. “I wanted to,” he said, a bit wistful. “I didn’t want to bother you, if I was just some guy to you. Thought maybe it was just me that couldn’t keep my eyes off of the pretty violin player every morning.”

You turned back to your violin case, grinning. “You didn’t notice how I kept sneaking glances at the hot guy in the suit? The one who actually seemed to appreciate the music?”

You stood and turned, and found him suddenly much closer. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at you. “I might have. And I do. You play beautifully, you know. Just didn’t want to assume anything.” He looked down at your bag. “You ready?”

Nodding, you let him take your hand and lace your fingers together. “Let’s go.”

He led you to a cute coffee shop just around the corner. “I usually stop in here on my way to work, but lately I haven’t had time.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him as he held the door open. “No?”

He smiled. “I might have been staying and listening until the last possible moment, before I would be late to work.”

“Marcus,” you said, voice serious. “Have you been skipping your morning coffee to listen to me play?”

He laughed. “Maybe. Is that weird?”

You shook your head, smiling, as you stepped towards the counter. “I’m honored,” you said, mock serious, and he laughed again. He was so lovely when he laughed, you wanted to make him laugh again. “But really, how have you been dealing without coffee?”

He smirked. “Well, it’s been tough,” he said, matching your mock serious tone. “But worth it.”

Your face warmed again as you turned to order. Marcus bought both of your coffees before you could stop him. “I’ll get the next one,” you said, and he turned to look at you.

“Next one?” he asked, smiling. “You’d do this again?”

“What, you wouldn’t?” You asked, teasing.

He picked up your coffees and nodded towards an empty table by the window. “Oh I would,” he said, sounding sure. “Just happy to hear you would, too.”

Over coffee you learned you’d been right – he was an FBI agent – but you never would have guessed what he focused on. “Art crimes, huh?”

He nodded. “I know, it’s not the usual thing.”

You shrugged. “Not sure I know much about it, either way. But it sounds interesting. Did you study art or something else related to being an agent? Wait, what do agents study?”

Marcus laughed and you let your eyes trace over his eye crinkles. Cute. “I studied art history, but yeah, agents study a lot of things. And you studied music?”

You nodded. You told him a little bit about the orchestra you played with, and the shows you were doing.

“Could I…” he looked hesitant. “I’d love to come to a show. If that’s alright?”

You grinned. “I’d love for you to come to a show, Marcus.”

He looked down at his watch and frowned. He sighed. “I better head in, before I’m late. I wish I could stay longer. Could I take you to dinner? Maybe this weekend?”

You shook your head, but teased him, “Marcus, I said I’m paying next time. So I’ll take you to dinner.” You raised your eyebrows and he laughed again, looking relieved. You gave him your number and smiled when he texted you his. 

“Alright. Saturday?” He stood and reached out to help you up from your chair. 

“I’d love to.” 

Outside on the sidewalk, he hesitated again. “I’m glad we finally talked. I…” he ducked his head, looking shy again. “I wondered if you would notice I wasn’t there when I was sick.”

You stepped closer and slipped your hand into his again. “I wondered if you would be back.”

He looked surprised. “Of course,” he said, eyes tracing over your face. “I couldn’t stay away.”

You decided then that you didn’t want to wait for your dinner date. You leaned forward and brushed your lips lightly over his. You felt him gasp, but before you could pull away, suddenly unsure, his hand came up to cup your jaw. He kissed you again, firmer this time. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that,” Marcus murmured, lips moving against yours. His thumb traced your cheek.

“Me too,” you said, pushing forward to kiss him again.

He stepped back, but it was clear he didn’t want to. “Saturday?”

“Saturday,” you agreed, and he grinned and squeezed your hand before he let it go. “See you then.”

...

a/n: happy birthday from Marcus and me!! lol

[lionlena]

Even if you fall apart... (Marcus Acacius x wife!reader)

I'm back! (For a moment)

Marcus Acacius pulled me out of the hole of the abyss and the lack of desire to write.

Summary: Marcus returns from war and has a PTSD attack. (Yes, I know it's ancient Rome and there was no such term back then, but I'm sure that even in ancient times many soldiers had to deal with the emotional consequences of war)

Warnings: established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, soft!Marcus, mention of miscarriage, mention of blood, and death of a side character

*I've established canon that Marcus loves dogs…

Even if you fall apart…

You hated it when Marcus wasn't home. You hated the emperor's greed and his wars. You and Marcus had been married for three years, but you didn't see him often because of the constant wars. The first time he had to leave you right after your wedding night and you felt devastated. But when he returned, he proved to you what a caring and loving husband he was. When he left you for the second time, you were pregnant. But when he came back, he had to face your sadness after losing your child and then he proved to you what a supportive and compassionate husband he was. When he left you for the third time, he promised you that it would be the last time, but when he came back, you could easily see the sadness and tiredness in him. And you knew that the emperor would send him to the battlefield again, so you understood that despite how much you hated Marcus' absence, you had to focus on the good times.

You tried that this time too, but you saw that Marcus had returned as someone else. More tired, more sad. Even his warm smile didn't reach his eyes. You knew that he had lost his loyal friend in the battle, and you tried to show him support.

Knowing how much he loves dogs you decided to bring home a new puppy and it seemed to cheer him up as he watched the playful pup run around the floors.

"He's really fast," he remarked one evening as the pup chased a firefly. "I'll need him on the hunt…"

"He's untamed." You muttered and took the glass of wine from Marcus.

"Like my lady."

You snorted in mock outrage and rolled your eyes, earning a quiet chuckle from him that warmed your heart. It seemed like everything was going in the right direction. But suddenly, in his crazy play, the puppy knocked over the table, from which the vase fell. You saw the exact moment Marcus' face changed. He flinched at the sound of the bang and dropped his wine glass, which shocked him even more. His eyes widened and his face contorted in pain. The wine flowing on the floor resembled blood.

"Marcus… Honey?"

"NO!"

His scream shocked you. You had never seen him like this. You caught the puppy in your arms and immediately pushed him into the arms of the maid who was standing nearby.

"Leave us alone!" You growled.

You usually tried to treat your servants with respect, but that wasn't important at that moment. You saw her curious gaze and you were sure that something bad was happening with Marcus and you didn't want anyone else to witness it.

When you were alone, you ran up to Marcus and grabbed him by the arms:

"Should I call a medic and…"

You didn't finish your sentence because Marcus screamed and pushed you away with such force that you fell to the floor. You didn't know what was happening. Your husband would never, ever intentionally do any harm to you. You saw him retreat to the wall, pressing his back against it. You had the impression that he was terrified. Only Marcus was never afraid. He wasn't stupid or reckless, but he wasn't timid either. He was a Roman general who rushed into battle without batting an eyelid. And yet you could clearly see the state he was in.

You slowly got up from the floor and looked at him sadly. It hurt you that he was suffering.

"Marcus… my dearest…"

You saw Marcus put his hand on his chest and try to catch his breath. This time you approached him slowly like a wounded animal.

"Honey, it's me… Y/n… I'll come closer… try to breathe…"

You took a step forward.

"Breathe… I'm here…"

You tried your best to keep your voice steady and calm. Even though you were trembling inside.

"Can I come closer?"

You saw a small change in him. He blinked and took a deep breath, then nodded.

You were so close you could touch him, but you held back, feeling that he had to decide about it.

"Can I help you somehow?"

In response, he extended his hand towards you. You immediately took it. Your small and delicate hand contrasted with his large, strong, and calloused one. You felt him squeeze you tightly.

"Y/n…"

"I'm here, honey. I'm here all the time."

You saw him sigh with relief, and then he slowly slid down the wall to the floor, pulling you with him. You knelt next to him and placed your free hand over his heart. You stayed silent for a few moments. You watched as your husband's breathing returned to normal. Finally, you asked quietly:

"What was that?"

Marcus swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at you with sadness and embarrassment.

"I'm sorry… I don't know… I'm so ashamed…"

You turned towards him and took his face in your hands.

"No, no… Don't blame yourself or apologize. What happened was in no way your fault and it won't make me respect you any less."

Marcus took a shaky breath and covered your small hands with his large ones.

"It was like a nightmare… Like a memory and a dream in one… I… I was there again… I heard the crash of the ships falling apart…" He closed his eyes and whispered: "I felt fear… fear that I would fall apart…"

You looked at him sympathetically, your thumbs rubbing his stubbled cheeks.

"Even if you fall apart, I will pick you up."

Marcus looked at you with love and devotion. He couldn't hold back anymore and pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair.

"You are a blessing from the gods."

You stroked his hair tenderly.

"No… You are my blessing…"

And you meant those words. Because you knew that among Roman husbands, domineering, demanding, and strict, yours was an exception.

You hugged him tightly and kissed his temple. You felt Marcus relax and that was the most important thing to you at that moment. Although deep inside you felt your own fear. Fear for Marcus, for another war expedition. And you silently prayed to the gods to surround him with care and not let him fall apart when you were not around.

Permanentny tag list: @harriedandharassed

[alshaverpressbox]

the MOOSE is LOOSE new jersey devils @ minnesota wild, 29 march 2025

[jetslay]

DC Super-Heroes by Bernard Chang.

[andichoseyou]

The Eras Tour surprise songs parallels

June 3, 2024—Lyon, France: Glitch / Everything Has Changed (mashup) and Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

[accidentallyadramablog]

Taiwan bringing out the classic tropes this summer. Marcus Chang and Eugenie Liu in Trick or Love

CEO, fake dating, woman cross dressing and pretending to be a gay man, matchmaking grandma who just wants chubby little grandbabies, fake dating, sexually repressed lawyers, innocent plucky hardworking woman who protects her family, queerbaiting in the bts videos. Like what if it was coffee prince but the guy knew the girl was a girl and asked her to pretend to be his gay lover and also there is a revenge/childhood connection plot and the woman from the love triangle is nice and super hot and if she ends up single I'm flying to Taiwan to heal her broken heart and we get to watch GNC Eugenie Liu make Marcus Chang turn into a puddle of feelings as he learns to trust others for the first time in his 40+ years of life? This daily drama has me hooked and I keep having war flashbacks to Yorke Sun in V-Focus everytime his character is on screen.

Eugenie still has that vulnerability face that works overtime from Behind Your Smile but I LOVE when her character gets angry. Eugenie should play an evil career woman some time.

I love the OST

Photos from fandol16888 on Instagram

[invinciblerodent]

i don't know about you but i've been up since 2 am so this is hilarious to me

[philosophybits]

Accept death in a cheerful spirit, as nothing but the dissolution of the elements from which each living thing is composed. If it doesn't hurt the individual elements to change continually into one another, why are people afraid of all of them changing and separating? It's a natural thing. And nothing natural is evil.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (2.17)

[percyweasleyapologist]

How I See: Academic Disaster & Co

If you need any explanations, lemme know!!

(p.s. Percy, Penny, and Oliver are all Poly as well)

Percy Weasley (Bi King) Oliver Wood (Trans bc yes)

Penelope Clearwater (Omni w/ preference for women. She has no clue how she ended up with two guys lmao )

Audrey Diggory/Audrey Xu (I have two versions of her, so I made both)

Marcus Flint (Idk why he looks high? also AROACE MARCUS!!!)

Cho Chang (Ally fr fr) Cedric Diggory (He's trans bc yes)

[spywhitney]

the bear: highlights toxic bosses and work environments and shows there are healthier, better ways to do things so everyone is happy etc etc etc*

"carmy was right for how he treated syd and marcus in review".