#and i was so sure that jane was jealous it was nice to see that confirmed

[peachblossomdrama]

RYAN || JANE me missing you

[coryosbaby]

more nasty stoner!donnie darko smut pretty please

18+, MDNI !!

Blazing up was just an excuse to get you in Donnie’s room, sweat slick from the summer heat, your tank top barely covering your breasts and your tiny shorts leaving little to the imagination.

You’re sitting on top of the boy’s thighs, face buried into the musky scent of his neck. Cologne and sweat, salty skin. You breathe it in and lave your tongue over his jugular. His hands trail up and down your back, sensations of sparks and outer space curling up his arm. He’s never felt that before.

“You and Seth aren’t a thing, right?”

He says it casually, to mask the suspicion in his bones from seeing you talking to him today. You pull away to look at him with furrowed brows.

“No. Why would you think that?”

He shrugs, bottom lip poking out. He’s pouting.

“I don’t. Just saw you talking to him.”

“He was just being nice,” you reply. “At least, I think. He asked me out and I said no.”

Donnie sighs. His head tilts back against the headboard while his hands squeeze the soft flesh of your hips.

“You aren’t.. you aren’t jealous, are you?”

“No,” he replies. But honestly the mary jane is kicking in and now he can’t bring himself to question you any further. Instead, he focuses on the smell of your vanilla perfume, and the way you’re warm between your legs.

It doesn’t take that long for you to start getting needy. Hips gliding against his pajama pants, eyes red rimmed and watery. Donnie hardens within seconds.

“How bad do you want it?” He asks. You drop your chin onto his shoulder, cunt catching on navy blue fabric. You sigh.

“So bad, Don.”

“I wanna do it while you’re on your back,” he reaches over to light up a familiar skunk smelling substance, inhaling and then passing it to you. “Not like last time. I’m gonna fuck you for real.”

“Fuck you for real” is actually code word for “I want to see your face when I cum inside you because I’m so in love that no one else does it for me.” But Donnie doesn’t say that, doesn’t even admit it to himself. Just licks his lips at the sight of you pressing the joint to your lips and clouding his vision.

You crawl off of him, popping the button on your jeans and shoving them past your thighs, pink lacey underwear coming into view as you lay down on the mattress. Donnie holds the joint in his mouth as he crawls over you and peels off his pajama pants. He teasingly snaps the band of your underwear.

“These are cute.”

“Fuck you, Donnie.”

An amused smirk plays on his lips as he spreads your legs. The wet patch on your panties makes him drool. He passes the joint to his left hand.

“I’m gonna eat you out first.”

You clench, empty. Your face blazes with heat.

“Are you sure?” You ask. You’ve never done that before. Donnie looks at you like you’re stupid.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You bite your lower lip, and after a moment’s hesitation, your fingers hook into your panties and slide them off. You throw them in a useless heap behind Donnie, spreading your legs even wider. The way he looks down at your cunt has you throbbing.

His hands splay across your thighs. He takes one last hit of the joint and sets it on his nightstand before his lips press against your inner thigh. Smoke still billows from his mouth.

“You sure you don’t like him?”

You roll your eyes at the mention of Seth again, but not before they’re fluttering shut when his tongue makes contact with your dripping core.

“Yeah, I’m sure. He’s a fucking prick, why would I—“

He licks a long stripe up your entrance, swirling around your aching bud before spitting back down on you. It’s disgusting, vulgar. You let out a whine, words becoming meaningless on your tongue.

“I don’t want you around him,” Donnie says. He’s teasing you, pulling away to conversate while your slick pools on his taste buds. “You’re never gonna talk to that prick again.”

“Okay,” It’s all you can say, breathy and desperate, hips moving towards his mouth. “Fuck, Donnie, please.”

“You taste so good,” he continues. Presses a kiss to your clit, makes you shake. “Little pussy’s so fucking pretty.”

He goes a little crazy, then. Just full on grabs you up by your ankles so your legs are over his shoulders, lower back lifted, and shoves his tongue deep into your hole. Your knees cage around his head, a gasp leaving your lips as he holds you close against his mouth.

You whine, listening to the sound of him slurping up your arousal, all spit slick with his dick hanging heavy between his legs. You don’t know if he’s ever done this before, but he’s pretty fucking good at it in a really messy, desperate way. He groans against you when your fingers curl into his hair, gently tugging.

Donnie’s cock is practically on fire from how horny he is. Humping against the empty air is all he can do, balanced on his knees as he eats you like a man starved. He can’t help it if his length finds its way into his hand and he jerks it to sustain himself, can’t help forcing cum out of you so he can get his fill.

“Jesus fuck,” you cry out when he massages your inner walls with his tongue, thumb coming up to rub circles over your swollen, achy clit. It’s embarrassing how quickly your orgasm is approaching, no matter how many weeks it’s been since your last sexual encounter. “Donnie.. wanna cum. Wanna get fucked, Donnie, can’t…”

He pulls his mouth away. Eyes glazed over, chin wet with slick. He’s so attractive that it has your head spinning.

“Be a good girl,” he coos. “C’mon, give it to me.”

Your vision practically whites out. Your body seizes up against his thumb, running away or running towards the sensations, you aren’t sure. When you come down, your best friend is grinning like a madman and laying you flat on the mattress.

When he fucks you, he fucks you hard and deep. You’ve grown to like it that way, despite ever thinking you would. It feels so good that while he’s balls deep, rubbing up against your clit and sucking on your neck to leave a mark— that fucker Seth will never be able to do this, will he?— you murmur out the words before you can stop yourself.

“Love it, Don, love you… cumming—i’m cumming, fuck..”

And you know then and there, as the truth falls from your lips, that you’ve probably fucked up this friendship forever. But the grin on Donnie’s face as you utter the words tells you all you need to know.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Jealousy, Jealousy

rockstar!Eddie x actress!reader

summary: you and Eddie have just started dating and decide to keep it on the down low until Eddie reveals that you’re together in an interview because you get jealous only for him to prove afterwards that he belongs to you and only you

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, jealousy, hurt/comfort

Not long after your meeting and multiple dates, you and Eddie decided to start a casual relationship, but wanted to keep it private despite your teams wanting you to go public because it would have been good PR. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Your relationships were the only things that were yours and you were going to keep it that way.

Even though everything was private, you still decided to go to the premiere of your movie together. As friends, of course. But the two of you seemed much more than friendly as you smiled on the carpet, looking at each other with nothing by loving smiles.

There had been multiple speculations about your relationship on social media so nobody was surprised when you showed up hand in hand, your outfits matching. And nobody cared whether or not is was for PR, they were just happy so see the two of you together.

Though, after a few minutes on the carpet, you and Eddie were pulled aside for an interview with one of the Hollywood gossip coverage channels. You could see the interviewer flirting with Eddie and that made your blood boil but you weren’t sure why. You were just hanging out casually. No strings were attached.

But you wanted them to be. You wanted to be able to call Eddie yours. You wanted to be exclusive and not have to worry about who he was hanging out with. You had wanted to be with him for so long and wanted to just take whatever you could get, but you weren’t satisfied with that.

“There’s the couple of the night,” the interviewer greeted and you couldn’t help but feel jealous because she was exactly his type, brunette with legs for days. And she looked so good in her black dress. You just couldn’t compare and almost wanted to look away from how much she was flirting with him.

“Hey,” Eddie greeted her with a smile and you mimicked it, not wanting to be rude. You didn’t want to tear her down just because she was flirting with Eddie. That wasn’t what you stood for.

“May I just say, you guys look amazing. I love the purple,” she eyed your outfits and you just nodded, wanting to agree with her. You guys did look fucking amazing.

“Oh, thank you,” Eddie nodded. “But I can’t take all the credit. It was all y/n’s idea.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible.

“Well, I love it. So, how’s the new album coming along?” Eddie couldn’t believe she was asking that. This was your night and here she was, asking him about his tour when the whole reason they were there was because your new movie had just come out.

“Good, good,” he nodded. “But enough about me. Let’s talk about my girl.” He looked at you like he was so proud of you and that warmed your heart while simultaneously making you go weak in the knees.

“Your girl?” The interviewer was just as surprised as you at the term of endearment. The only time he had called you that was behind closed doors and now he was just bringing out in the open.

“Yes, my girl. My girlfriend.” You both looked at Eddie in shock. He wasn’t supposed to announce your relationship like that. It wasn’t even a relationship. And even if it was, you had wanted it to be a soft launch on your instagram.

“I-I didn’t know that you were official.”

“Well, we are,” he gave her a sassy smirk. “It was nice speaking to you, what was your name?”

“Jane.”

“Jane. We should get inside.” He turned to you before leading you towards the door to enter the building.

As soon as you were inside, you pulled him into the bathroom before anyone could spot you. You really needed to speak with him and couldn’t do it with all of those people watching. This was a private conversation.

You pushed Eddie into the women’s restroom and pulled him into one of the handicapped stalls so there was more room between the two of you. He looked at you eagerly but his face fell once he realized that you were upset with him.

He reached for you and you let him pull you into his arms, his hands running up and down your back, trying his best to calm you down. He really hadn’t meant to upset you. He just wanted to make you feel secure about your relationship since jealousy was obvious in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, resting his head against your chest, pressing a kiss to it. He then pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours. “So fucking sorry.”

“No, no.” You took his face and cradled it in your hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I appreciated what you said.”

“You did?” His face lit up and he looked so fucking adorable.

“I did. I just pulled you in here so I could tell you that I wanted to do things for real.” His heart stopped in that moment. The hottest woman on the planet actually wanted to be in a relationship with him? What had he done to get so lucky?

“Oh thank god.” He let out a sigh of relief and you smiled in response.

“I know.” You pressed another kiss to his lips, this one rougher before pulling away. “Things don’t start for another hour so I think we have time for a quickie,” you said, pulling away, twirling one of his face framing curls and Eddie swore he was going to cream his pants right there. You always managed to say exactly what he was thinking to the point where he could have sworn that you were in his head.

“Even if we didn’t, I’d take the chance.” Eddie’s lips were on yours in a flash and he licked in your mouth, letting his hands traveling down your body until he got to the slit in your dress that had been torturing him all night.

His hand moved through the slit and he stuck his hand down in your underwear, his fingers staying where they were, moving back and forth so you got a little sensation but not the full thing.

“Eddie, please,” you begged and right when you were about to take matters into your own hands, he shoved his fingers up your cunt, pumping them in and out. “Oh-” you moaned and Eddie just smiled against your lips.

“That’s it, honey, let it out,” he urged and you turned, pressing your back to his chest so he had better access. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you and you let out more moans, causing him to cum just at the sound, hoping that it hadn’t seeped through the fabric of his pants.

He removed his fingers once he thought you were ready and turned you around to face him, sucking the slick from his fingers to get rid of it and you swore you were even more soaked. God, he was so hot. You needed him now more than ever.

“Always taste so good, honey,” he smiled. “How do you do that?”

“I don’t know,” you breathed. “Need your cock, now,” you demanded and Eddie quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled down both them and his underwear, causing his cock to spring free. Beads of precum were falling from it and you were desperate to have it inside of you.

“Love it when you’re bossy.” He removed the condom he had in his pants and quickly undid the wrapper before rolling it onto his dick.

Once he was situated, he pushed you against the wall and pushed up your dress before slamming his dick into you and you both let out loud moans at the sensation. He pounded into you which contradicted his sweet words that he was whispering in your ear.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, so he could fit all of himself inside, the outside of your pussy almost touching his balls. Your eyes watered at the feeling, but it just felt so good that you let it happen.

“Oh my god,” you whined and Eddie kept going, thrusting the hardest and fastest that he could, having no plan of stopping anytime soon. Not when you looked so hot pushed up against the wall, your hair getting messed up from it. Your lipstick was all smeared from his kisses and your eye makeup was looking a little smoky from the sweat.

“Fuck, feel so good honey. And you look so fucking hot wrapped around me.” His voice was raspy and so hot.

He slowed down his pace as you reached your climax but you let him stay inside of you as he continued to pump in and out of you until you were both breathless and thought you had been gone long enough.

Eddie pulled out of you and let you pee while he cleaned himself up and tied off the condom while you made sure you were all set. After you exited the bathroom, you touched up your lipstick and tried to fix what had smeared onto Eddie’s face, but he wouldn’t let you since he wanted to show everyone that he belonged to you. So, you exited the bathroom hand in hand, ready to officially debut as a couple.

[luveline]

Can I request an Eddie and Roan, where she goes to Wayne's house and Eddie and Reader are there talking with Wayne but also planning what to get Roan for Christmas?

eddie and roan ♡ fem!reader

“Got it?” 

Roan nods and hops up the last step to Uncle Wayne's while you and Eddie follow behind her. You're carrying a big Christmas cake held tight to your chest while Roan's father insists on carrying the drinks, an eighteen pack of glass cokes, enough to keep Wayne going for the next two weeks at least, less with help. 

“Uncle Wayne!” Roan calls as she opens the door. It swings wide and hits the wall. She doesn't care. She's about to see Wayne for the first time in almost two weeks, and she missed him like crazy. Eddie almost got sick of hearing her ask when he'd be feeling better. “Uncle Wayne!” 

The second shout is much more desperate.

Wayne appears in the curve behind the kitchen doorway to smile at her. “Hello, my chicken.” 

Eddie snorts and slams the cokes down on the sideboard with a jumble of clinks. Wayne is a great dad, but he never called Eddie anything so saccharine. Bud and babe was about as good as it got. Roan gets all the sweet stuff, chicken and gorgeous and baby girl. It doesn't quite make Eddie jealous —nothing feels as secure in parenthood as knowing someone else loves your kid just as much as you do. Wayne would die for Roan without question. He can call her chicken if he likes. 

Roan barrels across the carpet in her Mary Jane's and slams into his legs. He pulls her up into his chest, giving her hair a smattering of quick kisses, her dress bunched by his hugging arm. “It's so nice to see you, honey, I missed you!” 

She grins and makes a pleased, almost feral sort of sound as she kisses his cheek. “I missed you too! We missed our sleepover!” 

“Yes, we did. So I get you for two days, yes?” 

“Yes!” she shouts, looking over her shoulder at you and Eddie to confirm. 

Eddie holds up his now empty hands, though they don't stay that way for long as he takes the cake from you. “No arguments here.” 

Roan laughs and squeezes herself under Wayne's chin. He wraps her up and keeps her, assessing you and Eddie with suspicious eyes. “How are you both doing?” 

Eddie brushes past Wayne to put the cake on the table. Wayne isn't really asking Eddie; they know too much about one another having spent the last decade together, first by sharing a wall and now working side by side at the shop. Eddie's sure Wayne's sick to death of his complaining by now, but you're deserving of some sympathy for sure. 

“She's getting better. Aren't you, sweet thing?” Eddie asks you. 

“I'm fine,” you say, shooting Wayne a smile. “It was probably the same thing you had.” 

“Yeah? He take care of you?” 

“Always does. He's never let me down.” You cross your arms over your front. “But how are you doing?” 

“I know you missed her,” Eddie interjects, “but if you're not feeling up to it, she doesn't have to stay all weekend.” 

Wayne raises his eyebrows to protest. Roan beats him to it, yanking herself away from his cuddling to glare at the suggestion. “Dad, you said!” 

“Said I'd see if he was up to it, yeah,” Eddie placates. 

“I'm up to it.” Wayne gives Roan a soft smile. “We'll be good, right? Watch TV, eat hot dogs for breakfast, lunch, ‘n’ dinner. Dad's just being silly.” 

Roan leans back into the hug, relieved, and Wayne pulls her head to his chest, covering her ear subtly. “Thought you needed to get some things? You know, from Santa?” he whispers, ‘Santa’ mouthed without sound. 

“Yeah, if we knew what to get her,” Eddie says, brushing his hair behind his ears. “Kid's impossible. Asked Santa for a baby sister and a pet turtle.” 

“What's wrong with that?” 

“Wayne–” 

“The turtle, I mean.” He nods at you apologetically. 

You aren't offended at the idea of a baby sister being an easy gift, and you laugh at his correction. “We don't have room for the tank, I already checked.” 

“She got the measuring tape out and everything.” 

“What?” Wayne asks. “Put it outside.” 

“It's not that easy,” Eddie sighs morosely. “They're very particular creatures.” 

“It’ll suit you nicely, then.” 

You laugh again. Roan wriggles to be put down, curious at the sound, though she wasn't as deafened as it seemed. “Santa will bring the tank, guys, that's how Santa works, and the turtle. We just need to move the couch,” she says simply. 

“Where will we watch TV?” you ask. 

“Here?” Roan suggests. 

Eddie nudges Wayne in the side. “Looks like I'm moving back in after all.” 

Coats are taken off, shoes stacked in a corner. Wayne makes everyone a cup of coffee and a sandwich, even Roan, though her coffee is milk with just a splash of coffee that she begs for but doesn't touch after the initial sip. Theories for where they might house and care for a pet turtle are shared through crumbs and foam moustaches, Wayne with a lap full of grandchild, and you with an armful of Eddie. He keeps turning to you to scan your face for signs of fatigue or sickness, eyes lingering, his hand resting and rubbing at the top of your thigh. 

“We'll have to give up our room,” he suggests to you with an air of defeat. Despite his sombre tone, love lines his gaze. “When the turtle gets huge and wants to go back to the ocean, we'll have to fill our bedroom up with a swimming pool.” 

Roan sits back guiltily. “Well, maybe not like that. Can the turtle sleep with me?” 

“That could be fun. We'll get you a water bed,” you say, to Eddie's delight. He chokes on a handful of chips and needs to be whacked on the back lest he asphyxiate, and while you're still laughing at your own joke and his reaction, you pat him more gently on the back before passing him your full coke. “Here, handsome.” 

Wayne's pretty sure his nephew's found his soulmate. “What about a tortoise instead?” he asks Roan, attempting to spare you both. 

Roan pouts at her Uncle, confusion furrowing her thin brows. “What's the difference?” 

“Couple hundred dollars?” Eddie asks. 

Wayne kicks him under the table, but never hard enough to hurt. “Nothing much, chick. I'm sure Santa will figure it out.” 

[pedroscurls]

second chances | pt. 1

Character(s): Marcus Pike x fem!Reader Summary: After a stressful past couple of days at work, Marcus is ready to spend his day off relaxing. Until he gets a new neighbor asking for his help. Word count: 1.3k  A/N: I've become a Marcus Pike girlie and I can't go back now. Don't even get me started on Lisbon... So, I decided that Marcus Pike deserves a happy ending. Stay tuned and enjoy! Warning: None.  SERIES MASTERLIST - ultimate masterlist

Since moving to Washington DC – alone – Marcus has busied himself with work. Long hours in the office. Late nights. Barely any sleep. It was his way of distracting himself from the fact that Lisbon had chosen Jane over him. Marcus wasn’t a jealous man, but he was filled with frustration at himself for seeing a future with someone who was so obviously in love with someone else. 

Marcus was never going to be the one Lisbon chose. 

And he should have known better. 

Now, after six months of being in DC, Marcus’s colleagues finally convinced him to take the next couple of days off. Each day was getting better and better, but the pain still lingered. 

He wakes that morning to the sound of a knock at his door. Marcus looks at the time; he’s usually awake and out of the door by six, but with today being his first day off, he had decided to sleep in a little bit. It’s only eight in the morning and Marcus wonders if he just stays in bed that maybe the person knocking on his door would just leave and after a few minutes, the knocking stops. 

With a relieved sigh, Marcus sits up from bed and decides to get ready for the day. He isn’t yet sure what he has planned, but he does know that he wants to keep to himself, to minimize the amount of people he would need to talk to as much as possible. He stands from his bed and stretches his arms above his head, dressed in a white v-neck and plaid boxers. 

“Coffee,” he mumbles to himself. “First thing’s first, need coffee.” Marcus runs a hand over his hair and walks out of his bedroom to the kitchen, beginning to make a pot of coffee for himself. 

He looks around and lets out a sigh. He had imagined that his life in DC would be different, that he’d be with Lisbon, that she’d give more life into this home, but instead, he’s standing alone in a very bland and basic apartment. It has a nice view, but how nice could it be if you can’t share it with anyone else?

He walks to his patio and opens the sliding door. Marcus can hear the sounds of cars – honking and speeding – as it passes below him. He glances over to his right and Marcus can hear the chatter from his neighbor. He doesn’t remember someone living next to him, so he just assumes that it’s someone new moving in. Marcus just hopes that this new neighbor of his won’t keep him up at night. 

His mind drifts to Lisbon and Marcus wonders what she’s doing. Her green eyes and smile had captured his attention from the moment he laid eyes on her. Marcus was sure that what he had with her was real, that it would be his second chance at love after his failed marriage, and for a while, Marcus believed that his life would be different when Lisbon agreed to move in with him to DC, then agreed to marry him. 

Marcus never wanted to let her go. 

His thoughts are interrupted when the coffee pot goes off and the knocking on his door begins again. Marcus figures that the person wouldn’t leave until he answers, so he walks towards his door and opens it. His eyes soften instantly at the sight of you and he’s now become so aware of what he’s wearing. 

“Um–”

“Hi, I’m so sorry. I know it’s early and you’re probably getting ready for work, but I’m having trouble with moving my bed through the door and I just–” you take a deep breath, realizing that you must be rambling and that you’re asking a complete stranger to help you move. 

“Let me start over,” you say. “Hi. Good morning. I’m your new next door neighbor,” you laugh nervously and then tell him your name. 

The corner of Marcus’s lips lifts upwards and he nods, looking over your shoulder at the large bed that’s leaning against the wall. “Nice to meet you. I’m Marcus.” Then, he points to your bed. “You sure that’s gonna fit?” 

“A bit too late for that, I think.” You blush. “I should have just hired movers, but I thought I could do this myself.”

“You’re in luck,” he chuckles. “It’s my day off and I have no plans whatsoever, so I’m happy to give you a hand. Let me just get dressed and I’ll be right out.” 

Then, you look down at his frame and realize what he’s wearing. Your eyes slightly widen and the blush on your cheeks redden even further. “Oh right! I’m so sorry. I’ll just–” you clear your throat and point over your shoulder, turning on your heel and tripping over your feet. “See you in a bit.”

Marcus quietly chuckles to himself. He finds your clumsiness cute and he gives you one more glance before he shuts his door. He walks back into his bedroom and slips into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Marcus walks back into his kitchen and grabs two mugs, pouring the coffee he made into each cup before he walks out of his apartment. When he looks up at you, he smiles when he sees you trying to make the bed fit into the door all by yourself. 

Eager, he thinks to himself. And independent. 

“Hey,” Marcus calls out softly. “Here, take a break.” He hands you a mug of coffee. 

You look up at him and smile, taking the mug from his hand and leaning against the wall with a sigh. “You’re amazing, thank you.” 

“So, it’s just you moving in?” Marcus asks, sipping his cup of coffee.

“Yeah. I got a new job teaching kindergarten at a nearby private school, so…” You take a careful sip of the coffee and look down at your feet. 

“Well, welcome to the club. I just moved here about six months ago.” 

“From where?” 

“Texas, you?” 

“California.” Then, you raise your mug and gently tap it with his, smiling up at him. “Cheers to us newbies here in DC.” 

Marcus chuckles. “Cheers to that.” 

You drink about half of the coffee before you set it down. You then clasp your hands together and look up at him with a hopeful look in your eyes. “You ready?” 

He smiles to himself. “That was barely a break.”

“It was five minutes, that was enough.” 

Marcus chuckles. He finds that it’s easy to talk to you and he’s beginning to enjoy being around you, even if he just met you ten minutes ago. “Alright, you’re the boss.” 

It takes you and Marcus the next half hour to bring your king-sized bed into your apartment and then into your bedroom. Your apartment is a bit smaller than his, but it might also be because of the amount of boxes scattered around. Once you and Marcus set your bed the way you want it to in your bedroom, you lead him back outside to your living room and plops down onto the couch. 

“So, uh, I should get going and–” 

“Wanna grab breakfast?” you interrupt him. “Sorry. If you have something to do, that’s okay. I appreciate all your help, Marcus.” 

Marcus wants so badly to say yes, to get to know more about you, but he has to remind himself that this is what happened last time with Lisbon. He’s sure that love and being in a relationship is no longer something he’s interested in. 

“I actually have to go into the office,” Marcus lies. “But rain check?” 

You nod and stand from the couch to walk him out of your apartment. You smile up at him and then reach down to grab the two mugs that were left in the hallway. You hand it over to him and stare into his eyes. “Next time, I’ll bring coffee to you.” 

Marcus smiles and takes the two mugs. “Sounds like a plan.” 

“Thank you again, Marcus.”

Marcus nods and then begins walking towards his apartment before he turns around and faces you. He’s a few feet away from you and you’re about to walk into your apartment before he stops you and says, “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

—

next.

[twig-tea]

Twig's GL Recs for March-July 2024

[Here’s my rec list for GLs through to Feb 2024 ]

Fake Buddies Korean, YouTube, 7 episodes (one ep BL, one ep GL, one ep crossover, and then 2 more BL prequel eps and two more GL prequel episodes), approx 45 minutes when compiled, Apr 27-Jun 28 2024

At first this was a little three-part series in which it turns out both members of the couple are secretly in a homosexual relationship with their best friends and using the other as a beard. Lots of comedy of errors and puns (“I like lilies better than roses”) as the characters try to make each other understand the situation they’re in. The backstory prequels were really cute friends to lovers, and it was really nice to see these couples land in solidarity! This series is short and cute and pure fluff.  

To the X Who Hated Me: YunO x Jane Korean, YouTube, 3 episodes ~6 mins each, aired May 22-29 [microseries complete, X who hated me series may be ongoing]

When the previous 2-ep miniseries under this umbrella landed (which I wrote about here: ), I had no idea it was going to be a series of microseries! These are all short but good second chance romances. This one has a “reality”-show-within-a-show format, with a frustrating misunderstanding, and a good kiss. Be sure to always watch past the credits for this series! 

You Are My Star, Thai, YouTube, 1ep 37 mins (aired as 3 12-min eps and then they compiled into this one short film), May 18 [complete]

This was a cute Thai GL that I enjoyed mostly because of the very clear cribbing of specific scenes from recent BLs. It was mostly trope-y (both cuteness and drama), with good kissing. See if you can spot the BL references.

Xiao Xiang Yi Jiu, Chinese, YouTube, 7 episodes 2 mins each, May 20-June 3 [complete]

This little microseries is about a girl becoming an intern for her crush/idol. Happy ending, and they do become explicitly girlfriends! No kiss because censorship.

Lonely Girls Korean, YouTube, 4 episodes 8 minutes each (32 mins compiled) May 14 [complete]

This is about a couple that struggles with the closet, lack of communication, and how to make their relationship last in the face of uncertainty. Also there’s good kisses. SukFilm have done other series before and since, but this is my fave GL of theirs so far. 

The Two of Us Deep Night spinoff, Thai, YouTube, 6 episodes, 15 mins each, airing May 30-July 4 [complete]

I was so confused at first, because I didn’t realize this was supposed to be their story during the events of Deep Night that we didn’t get to see. I was excited about this one but bummed that we started the miniseries with a health scare and then a threat by Meiji to marry some guy just to make Freya jealous? I found it a little frustrating that two women in their 40s could not be honest with each other. The couple is so cute, but the storytelling is not, so take this rec with a grain of salt. Still, it’s so nice to see women in their 40s being super cute and in love in between the drama so I’m keeping it on this list! I am very glad to have gotten the dance sequence and the bath sequence. 

******

And of course currently airing right now so take with a grain of salt because i don’t yet know how they end, but 

Ayaka is in Love with Hiroko Japanese, 8 episodes, 25 mins, airing July 4- August 22 [ongoing]

This is a laugh-out-loud funny office comedy in which Akaya flirts desperately with her senior colleague at work, Hiorko, who then spends her evenings complaining to her friends at the lesbian bar about oblivious straights who don’t understand the meaning of what they say. I've written a little more about this show here. It is my favourite GL of the year so far and if it stays this good is on its way to being one of my favourites of all time!

The Secret of Us Thai, 8 episodes, 50 mins each, airing June 24-August 15 [ongoing]

This series starts with the cutest episode of all time and then devolves quickly into serious drama lol but it did a good job avoiding pure “noble idiocy” so I’m hopeful it will continue to hold up. As of ep3 things are happening that I did not expect, so I’m really curious how this one will go. In the meantime, it is also worth noting that these actresses are excellent kissers.

[UPDATE: Of these two that were airing, I ended up thinking I was going to have to retract for The Secret of Us but instead retracted for Ayaka Is In Love With Hiroko. I had way more fun with Ayaka week to week but the ending was really disappointing; The Secret of Us in contrast nailed the ending. I wrote about it a bit here. ]

[birdwonder]

Do you think any of the creepypastas would be okay with a s/o that has a few dogs and cats? Have a good day!!

CATS AND DOGS .

A/N: GOOD question... also sorry this is late !! i was on holiday <3

EYELESS JACK would rather you didn't have pets, his heightened senses mean that he can smell and hear them a lot better and it just isn't pleasant. Besides, what can a cat or dog do that he can't ? He's got good senses, can protect you, keep you company, got sharp teeth and hell if you just want something to put a collar on- ... But if you already have these pets, he'll only mutter complaints now and then but is happy if you are. Probably did want a dog once-upon-a-time so he could kinda get into it eventually, as long as they aren't scared of him.

MASKY definitely is a dog guy and I'm thinking Will Graham-core where it's a man who wears plaid in the woods, with loads of pet dogs. Yeah, he'd be fine with it just as long as they all behave. As for the cats, they're not his thing but if they leave him alone then he'll leave them alone. Definitely thinks it's cute how you dote on them, your loving nature towards them being something that makes him drawn even closer to you.

HOODIE doesn't seem to mind. He seems to love giving the dogs and cats little scratches, finding them nice company while he lurks around your house. If you live together, he helps take responsibility for them under the circumstance you don't get any more - not until one passes away. You find him talking to them in silly ways sometimes. He looks at one of your cats and shakes his head as it climbs all over his stuff, "don't walk around here like you pay bills, freeloader." If he can't be bothered to walk them though, he's 100% saying they're your pets and he doesn't have to do anything. Would prefer the cats.

TICCI TOBY does NOT want pets !! His whole life animals have been afraid of him so he's convinced it wouldn't go well for him to meet them. When he sees you have so many pets, he stays far away from them. You likely have to help him warm up to your pets and vice versa. If they tend to bite and scratch, its best you keep Toby away from them. But if any are particularly docile, it might be emotionally healing for him to have one rest on his lap. However, he is a jealous man and will scowl if you pay more attention to those animals than him. Oh, your dog just did a trick ? Well look at what he just learnt to do with an axe ! JEFF finds the amount excessive. One pet is enough and two is pushing it. Still, he likes to watch how you handle them with care and if they keep you happy, he's not going to mess with that. At first, he wants them to leave him alone, shooting glares at the pets even if they're friendly. But he'll get over it and learn to like them somewhat. He'd honestly like them more if they were friendly with him but were tearing up everyone else, now that'd be fun. But nope, just regular domestic animals. He ain't helping look after them unless you adopt one together, then it's like your fluffball kid. He'd also rather have a dog pls. JANE tries to be fine with it but god the fur ? She really hopes they don't shed a lot and if they do, keep them out of your shared bedroom. They're not allowed on the bed but she'll compromise with the couch if they have to. Constantly stocked up on lint-rollers to get fur off of your clothes. Likes the cats more for sure. She thinks you're crazy for having so many pets but doesn't want to diss it since you clearly love them. Eventually, some motherly instinct will kick in for some of them and she'll want to sew some cute accessories and clothes for them. Also gets them loads of collars to colour-coordinate to your outfits.

[nonbinary-potatoes]

Hello! You seem very cool, and I love reading your microfics!

May I leave a request for Lily finding out the marauders are animagi?

(I love everyone who sends asks)

Lily's POV, 7th year at hogwarts, no obvious canon divergence

Word count: 825

It was a nice afternoon. The library was quiet for a change, but that was probably because it was supposed to be a hogsmeade weekend. Lily had spent an hour arguing with Mary that morning about the fact she was staying back to study with Remus rather than going out to the village but Remus looked exhausted and had spent the last night in the hospital wing again and it felt wrong to leave him alone in the castle while everyone went out.

Lily looked up from her notes, proud of the solid 30cm of parchment she had managed to neatly write on astronomy. Remus hadn't come here to study. Instead, he was intently reading a copy of Jane Eyre. He was a freakishly fast reader, eyes darting left and right and flipping the page after hardly a minute. Lily definitely wasn't jealous.

"Its almost lunch time, I think we should head for lunch and then we can just go to the common room until the others get back" Lily muttered quietly, she knew better than to get on Pince's bad side especially when there was only a few other 7th years in the library also studying for their NEWTs. She stretched her arms out in front of her before folding her parchment and tucking it into her bag with her pens. She'd made a point of using muggle pens this year as a subtle show of her not being ashamed of who she was after all the drama with Severus, a few of her friends had taken to it too and she held a lot of pride in her muggle life.

Remus looked up from his book, marking the page and shoving it into his pocket, Lily stared for a moment immensely jealous of men's pockets. He could fit a whole book in there, and she could hardly shove her fingers into hers on a cold day... and skirts hardly ever even had them at all.

"Its not fair that your pockets are that big" Lily sighed, pulling her backpack over one shoulder, she was about to add to her statement when an oversized dog bounded across the library and planted its head in Remus' lap. It looked like a st Bernard, but it was pure black and absolutely massive. Remus didn't even bat an eye. He just placed his hand on the dogs head and muttered, "Hi padfoot"

Lily did a double take. Padfoot? As in Sirius? Was a dog now?

"Is he a fucking animagus?" She asked, shocked and unable to even fathom Sirius shutting up long enough to keep a mandrake leaf in his mouth for a whole month. Let alone managing the rest of the animagus process without messing up.

Remus looked up and blinked in confusion before looking at the dog. "Oh... yeh, he is, " he shrugged and stood up, "lunch then?" He offered a hand to Lily to stand. She just raised an eyebrow and gestured back to his seat.

"No. You have questions to answer, " she insisted, mind reeling with all iterations of how, why, and when. Remus slowly sat back down; sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked at Lily expectantly.

"That's Sirius?" She started with, staring at the dog. Looking closer, she could see it (he?) had those same blue/grey eyes that Sirius had. Remus nodded, the dog curled up at his feet. Could a dog look smug? Lily was sure that dog looked smug.

"And he's an animagus...?" Lily almost refused to believe it, but of Remus' three overly loud and obnoxious friends Sirius did seem the most likely to manage such complicated magic.

Remus fiddled with his fingers, looking at the dog that was nuzzling into his calf. "Yeh he is, so are James and Pete," he spoke affectionately, but Lily hardly paid any mind to that because James Fleamont Potter and Peter Stanley David Thomas Pettigrew were both animagi How was that fair? Three of the stupidest idiots she had the misfortune of meeting also happened to be smart enough to become an illegal animagus.

"How long?" Lily hissed, somewhere between annoyed and impressed. There was no way this was true.

"Since third year," Remus shrugged, so casual about this all. Maybe it was his idea? That was plausible, Lily supposed.

"Are... are you one too?" She asked curiously, half praying that Remus had been the ring leader of this endeavour. At least then, someone intelligent could take the credit.

Remus shook his head, and Lily visibly deflated. Of course, the three idiots had done this all themselves.

"I've gotta do it now," she declared, determined not to let James Potter one up her in any way possible. "I'm gonna become a fucking animagus, and I'll do it quicker than they could dream of doing it" she grumbled under her breath, she stood up and made her way to the restricted section to search for books on the topic.

[epickiya722]

You know what, seeing someone say Audrey is a "bitch" stirred some unwanted feelings in me because rewatching the first movie and comparing her to other Disney antagonists, Audrey isn't all that bad to me.

At most, what she did was make snide comments and that's about it.

She never tried to sabotage the VKs to send them back to the Isle. She only tried to make Ben jealous after he (being spelled) practically humiliated her in front of the whole school by declaring his love for another girl.

And she wasn't wrong about being cautious around the VKs (practically Mal) because Ben did get spelled, did he not! Didn't Mal use magic to manipulate Jane?

Even onscreen, we don't even see her be mean to other Auradonian kids.

And at the end of the first movie, she was the one to have a change of heart and even danced with the VKs.

And the thing about the Family Day scene, I don't even blame Audrey for not wanting her grandmother to talk Mal. I wouldn't either. That's the same girl who took her boyfriend away, the same boyfriend she known for years given the books and photos seen in the third movie.

Mal is the same girl who happens to be the daughter of Maleficent. THE FAIRY WHO SPELLED AUDREY'S MOTHER WHEN SHE WAS JUST A BABY TO HAVE A SLEEP-LIKE DEATH. Mind you, Maleficent probably did it because she could, not because she was hurt about being invited to a christening. Isn't Maleficent the "Mistress of Evil"? You really think a villain with that title would be like "woe is me, you didn't invite me, wah, *sad tears*"? Nah, she just wanted to cause some mischief. Look, some villains just want to be evil and cruel without any reasons, no sad backstory required. (Keep in mind, Descendants was following the stories of the animated films.)

Also, to me, watching the Family Day scene, Mal looked almost smug, kinda... it just didn't come off like she was being nice when Audrey told her grandmother not talk to her. Queen Leah didn't freak out until Mal made that face, probably getting flashbacks to when Maleficent cursed her daughter.

Granted, the VKs did deserve to have a chance to prove they're not like their parents and I like the VKs, I do. (In fact, most of my faves are the VKs, Sea Three included.)

But to me, Audrey really isn't all that bad that some people like to say she is. She was snarky, but let's not sit here and act like she was the only character doing it (just saying, she left no crumbs). She was cautious and had every right to be. But she never tried to sabotage anyone and she isn't shown to be mean to other characters until the third movie, but that was more so out of anger (after all the wrong she went through) and being corrupted by the scepter.

Collectively, throughout the three movies, the worst Audrey ever has done was steal the crown and scepter and use Maleficent's magic.

But not to excuse her actions, but I'm blaming Auradon for that one.

Why do they only have one guy holding down the museum?! Why?! Makes no sense!! Twice, twice someone managed to get into the museum undetected and the second time a lone person succeeded getting not one, but two items!!

Why was Maleficent's scepter not properly cased?! Oh, they be making sure FG's wand is safe and secured, but knowing how powerful Maleficent's scepter is they just leave out in the open! Just stupid! Stupid!

Expected though, since someone had the "brilliant" idea to have the barrier open and a bridge form through a button... but that's for another day...

[vole-mon-amour]

You know, I was surprised by the amount of people asking for s4. I understand, it's your favourite show. Mine, too. I'll be devastated if we never see Phil as Jamie again (he's my fav character, can't do anything about it). I'll miss him very very much.

However,

1. I was amazed by the amount of things they got wrong but general audience saying that the finale was perfect and asking for more. We must be watching a very different show.

2. After that AMA with Brendan, I simply don't trust the writers to continue this. In my mind it's a bit of a relief that we're probably not getting more because of the possibility of them ruining it even further.

Sure, one of my fav episodes (Sunflowers, 3x06) was written by Jason S. and Joe Kelly. Brendan was probably involved in some way, but not enough to give him credit for writing and directing it.

International break, 3x10, was written by Jane Becker. There are moments that I dislike, but the entire Uncle day? Roy & Jamie being besties? Roy finding the right words after he sees Jamie giving a nod to Sam that couldn't represent his team? Chef's kiss. I still think the way they handled Roy x Keeley was awful, but still. It was, more or less, a nice episode in my opinion.

Mom city, 3x11, was written by both Jason and Brendan & I absolutely LOVE it for most part (especially if we ignore the entire 'forgive him' thing with Jamie's dad). Jamie-centric episode that I'll always cherish & it's a shame we didn't have more of those. Give Phil all the awards. Love love LOOOVEEE IIITTT. Even better, give Jamie his own spin-off and invite Phil back as Jamie. (But then again, the fear of them bringing James back into Jamie's life and showing it as a good thing... The fear is Real.)

However, how could all Jason, Joe, and Brendan together write and release 3x12 as is is beyond me. How could they give us all those parallels, all that build up, only for it to ruin it in the finale? Jamie and his dad, Beard and Jane, the weird triangle thing that before this was mostly presented as ot3 but suddenly turned in the dumbest possible '2 people are chasing another same one' and Roy & Jamie both being OOC as HELL. Even ot3 aside, what was that bar talk? Jamie would never. Then at Keeley's house and Roy that's 'been working his ass off for the past year' but actually regressed to the point of BEFORE we see him in s1. He was presented as mentally mature in s1. I understand that he's jealous and insecure, but getting back to throwing punches at your best friend trying to convince himself/believing that after one night stand (that was VERY poorly addressed in 3x10 and 3x11 in my opinion) you're getting back together with your ex when she's been turning you down again and again? After that misogynistic comment about "But she's a woman, so you never know." WHO wrote that and why? Who allowed this to appear in the actual episode? And don't give me the "He's only human" treatment, he was always human but he never treated Keeley that shitty. He was better than that from the beginning. Or is it just me who wanted him to be better? Plus, Roy attacking Jamie after KNOWING what Jamie went through and how awful it is for him.

Before TL there was a show that I loved very much, but it disappointed me to the point that I started hating it, dropped it before the last season aired, and blacklisted it everywhere. I won't name it, but the writers were absolutely awful and treated the fans and the main gay ship like clowns. Typical Cis White Guys behavior towards their own characters and writing them as OOC as possible. I was very afraid this might happen to TL but was hoping that it won't. After 3x12? You guys. All my trust into their writing and believing in knowing what they're doing completely disappeared.

I am gutted bc of how much this show means to me and how it helped me through the darkest time in my life, but also... Are we sure we want more? Are we sure we trust them to continue this with these characters? I can kinda imagine the female football team, but to continue with all of our favs?

Mmm, I'm not sure about that, guys. Are you?

[heard-nsfw-is-back]

Part one of??? Something??? Idk it's a wip. Eventual steddie smut dw

Steve who was so used to doing what the kids needed

Steve who was where his family needed/wanted him

Steve who was so used to doing things for other that when he couldn't he just sort of..lost it. He took three jobs just to feel useful. Ran himself ragged and always stayed late unless he had another job to be at then he took the bare minimum to make sure he wasn't late. He never was. He cooked and cleaned so much his house made his nose burn. Robin had made a moment once about how she wished she could have more of Steve's cooking and from then on he made her a lunch every day.

She sat him down once and very seriously asked him if he was ok. He just broke down. He looked bad, his hair was a mess, and the bags under his eyes would make a fashion designer jealous. She jumped a little and then held him so tight. Steve sobbed and screamed a little in to her shoulder.

When he could breathe again and drank enough water to satisfy Robin's glare, he told her how he felt. Her lips pursed and held out her hand. "Bring me your phone and call one of the other jobs, because you're not quitting Family Videos." Steve say up at the small order but shook his head. "No no I need to keep busy. My. My brain just can't." "Zip it. Phone." Steve sighed and brought his phone over.

An hour later Steve was back down to just one job. The managers were surprisingly ok with him quitting with no warning. Privately Robin thought they noticed how strung up Steve was. "Ok let's see." Steve's leg was bouncing. Nerves and boredom waging war on him. 'We can make you a to do list? I could use some help around my house and I know Eddie was looking to fix up the house the government bought him and his uncle." Steve inhaled sharply. "What? I thought it was a decent place when we first saw it?" Robin shrugged. "I guess not. Something about the walls and insulation? I don't know I wasn't really listening."

Steve laughed, and Robin grinned. "I'm sure it's just weird for them to go to two bedrooms to 3." Steve nodded. He had the check he was given still. Too many zeros. Made him almost sick. "Well I can definitely try. Not sure how helpful I'll be but I can try." Robin nodded once. "I'll call Ed to let him know." Steve smiled. It's been a while since he saw anyone but Robin these days. Nancy and Jonathan went to college and got an apartment. The kids were focused on applying to colleges. El, Jane? No, El. She was working on tutoring and getting her GED. She wanted to go to college with Max and Lucas. Argyle was with Eddie more now. Helping with the band. Which, was really really good. They got invited to different theaters to perform. Apparently being framed as a murderer to being cleared and getting a really good house was great for publicity.

Robin was writing stuff down while Steve strained to hear Eddie's voice. The scars made breathing harder for him so his voice came out lower now. Took to much effort to ignore the pain, Eddie said. "Easier like this." His voice sometimes was a whisper and Steve couldn't help the shiver that ran down his back when he spoke. Fuck. How was he supposed to help Eddie when all he could think about eventually was how nice he sounded. Ugh it was weird, Steve liking the effects of genuine trauma and near death had on Eddie. He needed to get back to work.

[reixtsu]

Hello there thank you for following me and if it's okay can I please ask for a jealous chuuya with a Yuutsu darling

And where he

Gets jealous when she spends time with dazai more than him and chuuya can't take it anymore especially when dazai tells chuuya that he is her favorite

She is an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr and

(You can make the smutty if you want to)

“She’s mine!” A Chuuya Nakahara x (requested)! OC

Characters: Chuuya Nakahara, Yuutsu, Osamu Dazai

Genre: Angst(?), Fluff…maybe smut in the sequel to this!

Warning(s): Double suicide mention (*ahem* Dazai pointing at you), bickering

Scenario: Chuuya has noticed that his darling Yuutsu has been out a lot, stating that she is busy with her friend. She never mentioned who this ‘friend’ was, so Chuuya started to get suspicious. Despite his failed attempts on bringing the subject up, she would never say who the said person was.

Headcannons:

The audacity.

This man is a choleric, temperamental short king who has commitment issues! Once he cares for someone, he cares! He just wants someone who will love him and stay with him! So when he sees Yuutsu with someone else…especially that bastard that everyone ‘hates’, oh.

How could that disgusting womanizer that is no longer human breath around his woman? How DARE he?!

Chuuya loves Yuutsu and gets easily jealous of her. He sees Yuutsu as his little baby girl darling.

Scenario:

Chuuya Nakahara, the handsome short Port Mafia executive; one of the most powerful members in the organization, has never felt this weird before. It felt disgusting. It was as if a bitter and slimy food had taken the form of an emotion. He didn’t know how to name the feeling, but every time Yuutsu would say that she had plans with her friend, it left him feeling weird with…negativity.

With his usual choleric and blunt personality, he would have usually put the person in question in a chokehold and demand what’s happening, but this was a romantic relationship. He couldn’t result to violence. He wasn’t about to become an abusive person to the person he loved dearly in this cruel world. Thus, he tried to bring the topic up.

He noticed that Yuutsu was gracefully putting on her Mary Jane shoes. Her pink silky bangs swiftly covered part of her face. For some reason, Chuuya's heart started to beat faster as he found her small movement so… mesmerizing.

"Oi, where're you going? Surely I can go too," Chuuya clicked his tongue, placing a hand on his hip as he looked at her expectedly.

Yuutsu turned to him with her soft pink eyes. "You can come if you'd like, however you might not like where I'm going." She replied in her sweet tone.

Chuuya scoffed. "I don't like how this is going, but I'll go with you." He paused for a moment, his irritated expression quickly turned into a blushing one. "But don't think too much of it! I'm only going because…because there might be danger! Don't want a pretty girl like you dyin' in these dirty streets."

Yuutsu chuckled, her laugh bringing shivers along his spine. It was the kind of shiver that was welcome…a sort of thrill.

"Sure thing, humanoid puss and boots," Yuutsu chuckled, refraining herself from laughing too much.

"Oi oi oi," Chuuya proceeded to look irritated, smiling a bit but was still ticked off. "I am not a cat, or short, or whatever! I'm still growing and stronger than that cat will ever be!"

Yuutsu simply smiled at him and walked out the door, Chuuya following closely behind.

The sun was high in the sky, shining a golden light over Yokohama. Chuuya squinted slightly, hoping his eyes would adjust to the light as he followed Yuutsu to this mysterious place of hers. He walked beside her, holding her hand with one pinky interlocked with hers.

The ginger looked around, familiar with where they were. He looked pretty content, enjoying being in the company of Yuutsu after a begrudgingly hard evening the previous day. It felt nice to be alive in her angelic presence. He was content, until his 'bastard radar' went off.

Chuuya cursed under his breath as he saw the Armed Detective Agency in sight. Was this the place Yuutsu was going? What business does she have with them? No…surely she can't be seeing that bastard of a mummy that smells like rotten mackerel, right? Chuuya sure hoped that wasn't the case.

As Yuutsu led them closer to the agency, the more irritated Chuuya got, though Chuuya didn't show this at all.

"Oh! Well if it isn't the most beautiful woman in the world, my beautiful Belladonna, Yuutsu!" A flirtatious flamboyant man called out from near the building. A tall young man with a tan trench coat and chestnut hair waved to the both of them, standing in front of the entrance.

Yuutsu smiled, making Chuuya horrified.

"Ah, Dazai!" Yuutsu giggled, running up towards him a little.

Chuuya couldn't walk at all for a moment as he just stood there in prue horror and disgust. How could that bastard Dazai have that courage to talk to Yuutsu like that? Yuutsu was his girl, not Dazai's, that thing that is no longer human. He couldn't even breathe when Dazai wrapped his slender arms around  Yuutsu's waist to bring her into a tight embrace. Yuutsu timidly returned the gesture, making Chuuya want to rip Dazai's musty crusty arms off his woman. It made his blood boil with such possessiveness.

"Oi you sh*tty bastard! Hands off!" Chuuya slapped Dazai's arms away and gently but swiftly brought Yuutsu closer to him, wrapping one arm protectively over her waist. He didn't mean to, but he also hissed.

Yuutsu's eyes widened, surprised with the sudden turn of events.

"Ew, it's the shorty snail that wears a hat to try to look like an ugly giant," Dazai remarked with mock disgust, making the most dramatic disgusted face at the shorter man.

"You're the ugly one here! How dare you touch Yuutsu!" Chuuya growled, glaring daggers up at Dazai. "Ugh! I'm going to kill you!"

"Being killed by you is prue dissatisfaction. I'd much rather do a double suicide with your beautiful girlfriend." Dazai retorted nonchalantly.

"Oi! Don't bring my girlfriend into your stupid shenanigans!"

"Maybe she prefers being with me. Perhaps that's why she hangs out with me more than you! She sees me everyday, mind you.~"

Chuuya paused for a moment, almost not believing Dazai's words before he whipped his head to look at Yuutsu. His face looked a little betrayed and angered.

"A-ah…s-stop fighting…" Yuutsu muttered quietly, scared at the two men fighting.

The hatrack scoffed and turned his attention back towards Dazai. "Who cares? I'm the one she sleeps next to at the end of the day! She loves me much more than your flat ass!"

Dazai dramatically gasped, placing a hand over his chest, visibly wounded. "Mind you, my ass is better than yours! Who wants a thick ass?!"

Yuutsu had to prevent herself from laughing too much.

"She likes me for my better, more superior and thicker ass!"

Dazai scoffed. "Well I may have a flat ass, but at least I have depth, complexity and character! I am much more entertaining than you will ever be!"

"I am stronger and can protect her better."

"Guys, really- let's stop bickering about this," Yuutsu muttered, hand shaking a little as she stepped forward in an attempt to stop the two men from fighting any further. It was embarrassing to be the subject of conversation.

"Mind you, I am her favorite." Dazai said sternly, looking coldly down at Chuuya. It seemed as if he was hovering over him.

Chuuya stopped functioning, anger boiling within him like a kettle. He activated his ability and really wanted to hurt Dazai. "You wanna go, huh?"

Dazai just laughed as if a toddler had challenged him to a game of chess. "You are really temperamental, aren't you. That must be why everyone leaves you in the end, because you always resort to violence."

That hit a cord in Chuuya, making him lower his arm slowly as he stared at the ground. Dazai's comment hurt deeply, as if a dagger was stapled and glued into his core. A rush of memories flooded his head as he remembered all those who betrayed him. Could it be that Yuutsu was one of those people who betrayed him now?

"Chuuya!" Yuutsu called out gently, wrapping her delicate arms around Chuuya's shoulders. "Shh, it's okay. Don't fall into those memories. I'll be here for you."

Chuuya flinched slightly at the sudden touch. He still felt really wounded, however felt a little comforted knowing that Yuutsu was at least concerned about his well being.

"I'm sorry Chuuya…I had not intended to cause such chaos between you two…I hated seeing it." Yuutsu muttered quietly, obviously uncomfortable and anxious. "I'm just friends with Dazai, nothing more. I was afraid to tell you because I thought you would kill him. I don't want Dazai to die."

Both of the men's eyes softened slightly. A rare, gentle and genuine smile slowly painted across Dazai's face.

"I see…" Chuuya coughed awkwardly, not knowing how to handle the kind of situation they were in. "It was my fault. I just can't stand this….fish."

A very comical dramatic sigh escaped Dazai's lips as he rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I'm willing to tolerate Chuuya for you when you're around. We both are. Isn't that right, now Chuuya?"

Chuuya snarled, disliking the idea of tolerating Dazai. "Fine, but only because I love Yuutsu and I don't want her to feel concerned."

Yuutsu smiled and hugged Chuuya tighter. "Thank you, my love!" Her cheery smile and angelic voice brightened up the atmosphere. "Thank you too, Dazai-san."

After the…incident is what Chuuya preferred to call it- Yuutsu and Chuuya went back to their expensive shared penthouse that they called their home. They both flipped onto the couch and sighed, tired from the day.

"Oi, doll, your mine and only mine." Chuuya grabbed Yuutsu and made her sit on his lap. He frowned, feeling a little grouchy. "That bastard Dazai is filled with disgusting germs and doesn't deserve to have an angel like you."

Yuutsu's face blushed crimson red. She chuckled, flustered at the position they were in. "I-i got that…"

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Author’s note: I am so sorry it took me a long time! *bows* I am almost done with the drawing, which shall be shown in the sequel to this one.

I enjoyed writing this very much! It was a very interesting request!

For the smut part, that shall be in the squeal!

Also, to those who requested Milgram, thank you s much! I shall start writing your requests soon!

[your-average-dad]

No Need To Say Goodbye-

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Mike Wheeler thinks he has been doomed by god. Lucky for him, all he is, is 12 years old.

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Mike is not good at many things. Or any, for that matter. He’s not the brawn like Lucas, or the brain, like Dustin… In all aspects of a ‘team’, Mike doesn’t bring anything to the table. He knows this.

Except that he’s a damn good leader; making decisions, looking out for everyone else.

Looking out for Will.

He thinks, maybe, the one thing he’s good at is protecting people.

When Lucas was tripped by that asshole Troy back in first grade, Mike had checked to see if he was okay. He even offered his Spiderman Comic book to him. Sure, he didn’t stand up to Troy (god help him if he tried something like that) but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Lucas wasn’t seething with anger anymore, and Mike had gained a new friend. Someone to protect.

Dustin Henderson didn’t move to Hawkins until 3rd grade, and everyone knows that 3rd grade is the year where every friend group gets locked into place. When you decide on your ride-or-die’s all the way through middle school. It’s hard to be the new kid, and even harder when you’re in a small town. But Mike met this new kid in his science class, and Dustin was immediately folded into their little circle of outcasts.

The leader of the damned. Thats who Mike was.

Which is why, when Will wants to play hide-and-seek, he gives in. Because when he met Will on the playground in kindergarten, something in that useless heart of Mike’s told him that this kid would need someone who could he could rely on.

So here Mike is, counting to 50 in a spare bedroom like a 3rd grader (he’s much too old to be playing these games) all because Will wanted to.

After counting all the way up, he crept out of the room, and into the living area.

Lying soundly asleep on the couch was Mr. Murray Bauman, letting a snore escape his open mouth occasionally. If Mike looked closer he might have been able to see a string of saliva connected to the couch cushions from his lips.

First Mike checked under the couch, flopping to the floor and back up again when no one was underneath.

“This game is so stupid,” he muttered under his breath.

He shuffles through the rest of the living room, batting at the curtains and glancing behind furniture half-assed.

Mike doesn't like doing childish things. For god's sake, he's twelve! He should be doing more adult with his time, like... Talking to girls? Talking about girls? He's not actually sure what about talking to and about girls makes him more mature, but his parents are always nagging about the fact that he has no interest, and Lucas and Dustin enjoy talking about it, so he joins in.

He talks about Jane, that one girl in his English class who can never remember the difference between "two", "to", and "too". She's an incredibly sweet person; with long brown curls that she rarely ever cuts.

He had shown up once to school with a botched bowl cut, courtesy of his mother's phenomenal hangover. She had looked at him curiously.

"Your hair," she had stated.

Mike flushed. Of course he would. The haircut was humiliating. Absolutely no other reason.

"Yeah, um, my mom cut it."

Jane's curiosity melted into a frown. "Did that make you sad?"

Mike laughed softly. The teacher was going over past, present, and future-participles on the chalkboard. "No. Is it supposed to?"

She shrugged. "I do not like my hair short."

"Well, good thing it's so long then," Mike said, examining her ringlets. "It's pretty."

Jane smiled.

"Pretty."

She went back to frowning at her worksheet.

Short and sweet. That's something Mike liked about Jane. She shared very little about herself. And a tiny, selfish part of him liked it because it meant he could talk more about his own interests. Maybe that made him a terrible person. He wouldn't be surprised if he was.

It frustrated Mike more than could possibly be imagined that Will was jealous of Jane. Yes, she was nice, but he didn't care about her more than he cared about him. Not by a landslide. If they really were that close, Will would understand that, right?

Mike walks towards the guest bedroom door, his palm on the handle, when a thundering noise is heard from above.

Dustin comes clambering down the stairs in such a hurry, Mike has half a mind to think something is chasing him.

"Guys!" He yells as he reaches the edge of the stairs. He halts as he remembers the sleeping body of Mr. Bauman just feet away from him.

"Guys?" He whispers again, looking around. He doesn't see Mike just around the corner. Instead, he scrambles into the kitchen and starts whispering harshly. "Will? Lucas? Anyone?"

A cabinet in the kitchen opens, revealing Will with an annoyed expression.

"Dustin, I told you, you can't hide in here!"

Mike used this moment to creep up on them both in triumph. "Found you both!"

"What?" Dustin asked, blinking hard. "Oh! Hide-and-Seek! You guys are still playing?"

"Still playing?" Mike repeated. "We started like, 30 seconds ago, dude."

"I just told you that you couldn't hide with me," Will reminded him, climbing out of the cabinet. Mike reached out to help him up, but Will ignored him.

Frustration struck Mike in the gut. Was he still upset about Jane? It wasn't that big of a deal.

"30 seconds..." Dustin mutters. "No, no. That can't be right. I've been gone for at least an hour. Maybe longer."

"Gone?" Will repeated. "What do you mean?"

"The wardrobe!" Dustin yelled, throwing his hands up in exasperation. He took in Mike and Will's confused eyes and sighed. "The wardrobe upstairs?!"

"Shh! Jesus dude, lower your voice. We weren't supposed to go upstairs!" Mike said, crossing his arms.

"Well I did! And you know what? I discovered something so far beyond your puny comprehension that it puts Tolkien to shame!"

"Does this mean I won?" Lucas asked, emerging from the spare bedroom. Damn, Mike was just about to check there before he was interrupted.

"That's not fair! Dustin lured me out with his dramatics!" Will said, crossing his arms.

"Forget the hide-and-seek game for a second!! This is so much more important!" Dustin exclaimed.

All three boys shushed him.

In the living room, Mr. Bauman stirred.

"What could possibly be so important?" Mike sighed.

"I have just discovered..." Dustin paused for effect, holding up jazz hands, "... A new realm."

Mike laughed. Lucas and Will's eyebrows rose.

Will spoke, his voice full of awe, "Wait, really?"

"Of course not," Mike shook his head. "You said yourself, the game started a few minutes ago. He wouldn't have had time for all that."

"I can only assume time works differently in-between realms," Dustin explained, mainly to himself. He pushes past Lucas and Mike, and starts up the stairs yet again.

Lucas rushes ahead of Mike and glares at Dustin from the bottom of the stairs. "Dustin, you dumbass, you're going to get us in trouble!"

"That is the least of our worries right now! There is a goddamn evil dimension filled with elves and dwarves on the other side of some random ass closet upstairs, and I discovered it all on my own!"

The boys blinked up at Dustin.

"Are you on drugs?" Mike asked.

Dustin rolled his eyes, "Drugs are bad for your brain chemistry, dipshit."

"A portal to another dimension, though? Inside Murray Bauman's bedroom? It's a little ridiculous, don't you think?" Lucas asked.

"Oh that is so typical of you two to try and bring logic into this. You believe me, right Will?" Dustin asked. All the boys turned to stare expectantly at the smallest among them.

Will winced. "I don't know... It seems a little out there..."

Dustin's mouth opened, and closed. Then it opened again, and a frustrated groan escaped before he closed it again. "Don't you guys trust me?"

"You've been wrong before," Mike muttered.

Dustin shot him a glare. "Follow me. You won't regret it." He dashed halfway up the stairs again before turning. None of them had moved. "Please?" He begged.

Will stepped forward, sympathy seeping through his eyes. "Looking couldn't hurt."

And as Will went up the stairs, Mike followed.

Unfortunately for the boys, an incredibly obnoxious bear had just awoken from its slumber.

"Excuse me!" Yelled a sleep-drunk voice.

Shit.

-

Mike had expected a scolding. Maybe even a threateningly raised hand. At the very least, he assumed they'd be sent to bed without dinner. And sure, Murray was pissed, but here he is, making risotto for the five of them, humming along to some obscure song blazing from a nearby cassette player. He's got an ugly ass apron on, and he and Lucas are helping him chop onions.

Dustin had touched his eyes with his onion-ridden hands, and is currently weeping uncontrollably in a corner of the crammed kitchen.

Mike looked over at Will, setting the table solemnly. Normally Dustin's antics would evoke a chuckle out of him at the very least, but Will didn't even look up. Mike briefly thought about rubbing onions in his own eyes, just to get Will to say something, but quickly decided against it.

He set down his knife, rinsed his hands quickly, and made his way over to Will.

"Do you need any help?" He asked, his voice picking up the familiar inflection that appeared the moment he spoke to his best friend.

"No, Mike, I'm fine." Will gave him a tight-lipped smile as he stepped around him to place the next napkin, fork, and knife.

Mike's eyebrows crinkled. If he thinks about it... It was honestly getting a bit dramatic, right? To be so hung up on some random girl that Will would begin giving him the cold shoulder?

"Well sorry for trying to help my best friend."

Will winces. What did Mike say wrong? Was his temper really that awful?

"I don't need your help, Mike."

Will stepped into the kitchen, politely asking Murray if there was anything else he could do to help prepare dinner.

Mike stood, stunned.

Then he ate dinner, stunned.

He even forgot to offer to clear the dishes after. Mrs. Wheeler would have had a cow.

“Trouble in paradise?”

Mike choked on his drink. “What?”

He looked to Murray on his left, smiling smugly at him over his glass of scotch. The older man gestured over to Will in the kitchen, rinsing dishes off.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mike scoffed.

"Please, you children fight like my Nana and Nono did." Murray takes the last sip of his scotch, the singular ice cube beginning to water down the intensity. Mike fought the urge to wrinkle his nose at the smell of the drink. Or the suggestion Murray had just thrown at him. Or both.

There are things that you feel, and there are things you keep to yourself. And if Mike has learned anything from his mother, ever the perfect housewife, it's that emotions are something you keep to yourself. Lock up in a box and tuck away to never ever see again.

So no, there is no trouble in paradise. Mike has no problem with the way things are right now. Or with the way Will is treating him. If there is any trouble about, it's Will's fault for making a big deal about it, right?

Or so he tells Murray.

Murray snorts. "Sure kid. Keep telling yourself that."

[muzaktomyears]

Mimi’s views on the NEMS staff, the Beatles, and their relatives:

Mimi liked Brian very much. His impeccable manners and charm won her over the first time they met. He came to the house often, she said, and assured her more than once that she should never worry about John, that he would always look after him and not let anything bad happen. That helped to ease her mind somewhat as John prepared for a career in music and not an artist as she had hoped

As Brian began to fit into the inner circle, Mimi began to wonder why such a kind and generous man wasn’t married. Or why he didn’t have a girlfriend on his arm when he attended the parties. She finally asked Cynthia if there wasn’t a woman hiding somewhere; that surely Brian wouldn’t be going through life as a bachelor. It was Cyn that told her Brian was homosexual. She claims to have been completely surprised and had no idea. But that’s all it had been, just a surprise. He still remained one of only a few people who attached themselves to the Beatles that she genuinely liked.

Also on that list was Derek Taylor. She enjoyed him immensely and especially loved his quick Liverpudlian sense of humor. She marveled at his large family and invited him to bring them all down to Poole for their summer holidays. They stayed at her house while she went up to Liverpool.

She seemed less impressed with Mal Evans, but in later years relied a great deal on Neil Aspinall, once he took over Apple. To her Mal was little more than a gopher, but she had met Neil when he was a young lad driving the boys around from gig to gig. Later she would telephone him when she needed to know where in the world John was or the telephone number of another member of the inner circle.

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[for her views on George and Paul see here]

There was no real opinion on Ringo. Mimi said she really didn’t know him that well because he had joined the group so late. But she adored his mother and said she always made a point of looking her up whenever she was back in Liverpool.

Unfortunately, with George, she was equally critical of his family. At that time there were rumors going around that George’s father was “dating” some of the fans. There’s no need to mention how disapproving she was of that. Mrs. Harrison, she’d felt sorry for her when she died because she felt the poor woman couldn’t help enjoying all the fame she experienced by being George’s mother but she criticized her all the same. As far as Louise, the sister, went she dismissed her completely with a wave of her hand. Mimi had no time for people who made money off the Beatles unless they were Beatles. Apparently John had told her what was going on in America with her radio shows, and fan clubs, and special appearances, and even an album. He had nothing to do with her, so neither would Mimi.

As far as Jim McCartney, she said all the parents called him Lord McCartney or Gentleman Jim because he seemed to have a royal air about him the bigger The Beatles got, but “he’s all right” she laughed. When she told me this, I could picture a small yet exclusive group of ‘parents’ gossiping about each other in a playful way. Or, in some cases, maybe not that playful.

Pattie Harrison was one of her favorites, along with Jane. Mimi said Pattie was always very nice and very pretty. So pretty, in fact, that Cynthia was jealous of her and had always tried to keep up with her fashion-wise. Mimi didn’t care for Maureen at all because she was always quite rude to Ringo’s mother who, as I said, was also one of Mimi’s favorites.

The Guitar’s All Right as a Hobby, John, Kathy Burns (2014)

[jenyifer]

The Trainee ep 9 initial reaction

Well I enjoyed the few offgun scenes and I liked Pah finally having the accounting scene wrapped up. I’m not gonna talk about the Judy Bah-Mee scenes cause 😩 WHY DOES BAH MEE GET MORE SCREEN TIME THAN RYAN?! Okay okay let’s get to the photo review.

I love these doodle intro scenes with Ryan extremely adorable heheh Ryan so tiny.

Valid form of comforting someone well done Pie

Can Jane look any less enthused to go to lunch with this man. Also it gave me the big feels when Jane suggested to go get lunch and looked at Ryan like he wasn’t afraid of who knew. 🥲 but I am not thrilled that Ryan hasn’t learned anything from the previous times he thought Jane liked someone. ESPECIALLY AFTER Jane tells Ryan that they’ll do dinner instead? But I guess Ryan is supposed to be baby so….. 18-20 year olds are stupid in a first relationship.

Me: omg it’s going to trigger him with the memories of his parents car crash and he’s going to have to go cry on his cat when he gets home

Time Delay: oh yeah…… this isn’t that straight show with bright and first where Off was also a director on a set.

But Great timing with that crash. Ryan called Jane first 🥹 Jane’s Ex really was not compelling in anyway so that was nice I didn’t want to see him in the next ep.

HE’S SCARED!!! HE DOESNT WANT TO LOSE YOU TO BRIGHT THEN LIVE ALONE AND SAD FOREVER CAUSE THEY KILLED YOUR CAT.

Jk but Jane’s ✨anxiety✨ came to say hello haha also he really doesn’t care about Pah. Not caring if other people know which is 10/10 good.

Well. I hated him APOLOGIZING TO THE GIRL WHO CONSTANTLY LOOKED DOWN ON HIM. He should fuck her ex boyfriend just for the thrill. Gah I hate the evil lesbian plot line. But I like Pah so watched his scenes. It wasn’t fair him having to apologize. If someone cheats or abuses or manipulate my friend they are dead and I don’t care what feelings they have. Bah Mee still is the secondary main character for some god forsaken reason. But what sympathy I’m supposed to feel for her is none.

That’s a real issue when you start working. I grew up in Mississippi which is a southern state that is very poor and loses in everything. So when I moved started my job I still struggle sometimes because I don’t have family money. I can’t change up my look. I can’t just go out to eat everyday or buy a new car. Feels like everyone can tell I’m a poor idiot. Of course that’s usually just in my head my work is still good. So I liked this conversation btw Pah and….. the president of the company.

I was very happy that Pah’s supervisors got slapped on the wrist for not teaching Pa. Whatever episode they introduced they introduced the invoices I went on a rant about how important this is. Also side note about Pah’s shoes… I’m pretty sure he’d have to wear closed toed shoes not because of the look but for safety. Can’t have an employee get injured on the job and he’s with the art department they paint and make stuff. He could get hurt. Just my workplace experience so grain of salt. We do have delivery and lab guys who dress super causal but closed toed shoes are actually important and enforced.

I think he has lied to Ryan? When he gets upset and anxious he says some lies like why doesn’t Ryan leave and Ryan doesn’t work hard. He definitely lied to him about things he needed Ryan to do when Jane was jealous of Ryan’s friend.

Awwwwwwww Off doesn’t like to hug people but if it’s Gun it’s okay 🥹💚💚💚 okay back to Jane and Ryan it was terribly cute when Jane asked Ryan if he looked like someone who had feels then when Ryan shook his head he stood up and hugged him. Jane has learned Ryan needs things spelled out clearly. He doesn’t want there to be any confusion between them. Very good healthy relationship shit. I enjoy it.

[creedslove]

teresa is the worst person i have ever encountered she had the audacity to string marcus along when she knew damn well she was just gonna run back to jane. the way that she was like he’ll understand. HE’LL UNDERSTAND???? she didn’t even care that he was heartbroken, just imagine how sad he was when he got the call.

i wanna be the controversially young post grad student he falls in love with at a book store and we go on artsy adventures and dates and i give him everything he wants😫

I couldn't agree more, anon! That woman = the devil 😡

She is just so inconsiderate of his feelings it is revolting, she never loved him and she knew she didn't love him and she never would but she thought it was better to keep him around to boost her ego and make Jane jealous than just be alone, and then as if that wasn't enough, she didn't even have the decency of giving him a decent breakup, she just assumed he would understand it and that was it. Once he was back, he was so caring to check on her and worry about her when she deserved nothing but his despise and indifference. And then, even if Jane is a dick he at least had the decency of apologizing to Marcus because she couldn't even do that, and she acted as if Marcus was the weird one! Fucking bitch!

I totally agree with this scenario, now hear me out, bestie:

You are the post grad student he runs into at the bookstore when you are both looking for the same book. You have a paper about it and he needs it for research for a case, and guess what: there's just one copy. Marcus, as the gentleman we know he is, lets you buy it and you two have a friendly chat, hitting off instantly because not only you are smart but you are also breathtakingly beautiful and you can't wrap your head around the fact that man is so handsome and nice!!!! you even promise him you will lend him the book once you are done with it so he suggests you two exchange numbers, which you glady do.

It doesn't take longer than a couple of days for you two start texting each other and he immediately regrets it, not because of you, but because of him he knows he is taking a liking on you and the times that happened it didn't end well, so he was just willing to have night stands here and there in order to soothe his sexual needs, but now he had met you and even if everything in him screamed he should just stop it, he agreed on going for a coffee with you.

And after your coffee you two found out more things in common and decided to go out more and more times, going on artsy adventures and he was surprised to see you actually seemed to like him too, however, Teresa also seemed to like him too and we all know how that ended. So he decided to be brutally honest with you and admit he didn't want anything romantic with you, he only said he'd been hurt pretty bad the last time he tried and he wasn't ready to do it again; he was sure you would walk away from him and that would be the last time he would ever see you, but instead, you gave him a sympathetic smile and caressed his arm, assuring him you two could be friends if that was what he wanted.

And he took that opportunity, in a sweet torture where he wanted you as his, as a girlfriend, lover, partner but he was just too afraid to fuck things up, so he took the role of your best friend extremely serious. You two were always together, hanging out, going to bars, having dinner at restaurants and even at each other's house; you even invited him to spend holidays with you and your family because you didn't want him to be alone. Everyone assumed you were a couple, no matter how hard you both blushed or cleared your throats. Your heart ached, you wanted Marcus the same way he wanted you, but you had committed to respect his decision.

He trusted you blindly and finally opened up, telling you in details what happened since the end of his first marriage to his disastrous engagement with Teresa and you hated that woman from the start. You felt your blood boiling at what he'd told you and you knew if you had the opportunity you'd slap her for hurting him like that. It didn't make any sense to you how she could do that to him, and you also blamed her for not being able to have a relationship with him. So you decided to kiss him, perhaps now he had got some closure, he would feel ready to be with you, and even if Marcus kissed you back and deepened the kiss, he stopped after a few seconds, his heart breaking again because he was sure you were kissing him out of pity. He excused himself and left and after that, things were awkward between the two of you, he avoided you and you felt too embarrassed about being rejected.

So when one of your post graduation classmates invited you out, you accepted in a heartbeat. You knew you would never do what Teresa did, you wouldn't play with that guy's feelings, but there was no harm in going out for a couple of drinks without any commitments.

And obviously life is full of tricks, so guess who's at the bar with his co-workers after another successful mission? Exactly! Marcus spots you the minute you walk in, heart fluttering in his chest because for a brief moment he thought you'd come for him, but you hadn't, because your date walked just behind you and it was pretty obvious what the two of you were doing. You tried seeming unaffected by it and ignore the fact you could feel Marcus's burning gaze on you the entire time.

And at that moment, he realizes he had done everything wrong, that once again he had fallen in love with someone but he had been too much of a coward to admit it and that fucking hurt. When you excused yourself to go to the restroom, Marcus followed you, needing to see you.

And it killed you to see those puppy sad eyes, they were all so expressive and now all you could see was his sadness, but you were honest with him: you told him you were in love with him but you couldn't wait around for something that wouldn't happen. You told him you wanted to get married and have a family some day and since he didn't want a relationship, you couldn't just keep your hopes on him.

Once again his heart was shattered because he saw you two wanted the same things in life, not only that, you wanted the same things with each other, so Marcus kissed you, and before he could beg you to end your date, you told him to wait for you because you were just going to say goodbye to the guy you came with

A year passed before he proposed to you, on your anniversary of course, because he considered the day at the bar your dating anniversary and you obviously said yes! The past year next to him had been the best in your life, you were both so in love and even if he got a little insecure, you reminded him you two were meant to be.

Your ceremony was beautiful, it happened at the sunset on a warm summer day, he was looking so handsome and you were just his beautiful princess walking down the aisle. He took you to Paris on your honeymoon no matter if other people thought it was cliche or cheesy, you knew he did it with his heart and you spent incredible romantic days visiting galleries and museums during the day and making love at night

About two years after your wedding, you began feeling nauseated and lightheaded and it only took a test to know you were expecting your first child. Marcus's eyes filled with happy tears, he hugged you so tight and fell on his knees, kissing your stomach because he couldn't even believe how lucky he was

The FBI sent him to his old branch for a few weeks to work on a case just near the holidays and there was no way in hell Marcus would leave his pregnant wife behind, so you traveled with him, staying at the nice hotel the bureau had provided you two and when he was invited to the office' Christmas party he made sure to take you out to buy you a beautiful new dress, you were a few months along and he didn't want you to be uncomfortable in a tight dress no matter how sexy it made your breasts look; he helped you pick a simple but beautiful gown and you were GLOWING there was no one in the world who couldn't tell Marcus Pike was enamored man.

At the party, you met his old team and some other people, even if you weren't showing that much yet, it was pretty obvious you were pregnant just by how Marcus rested his hand on your womb constantly and then you saw a dark-haired woman watching the two of you from afar and you knew who that was. You smiled at yourself, remembering you'd overheard she had broken up with a guy named Jane and you couldn't help but feel amused at how funny things can be. She watched with jealous eyes the man she discarded as if he was nothing, how he didn't even acknowledge her in the room because he only had eyes for you. You turned around and pulled Marcus for a kiss, not caring about the PDA at all, knowing that displaying yours and Marcus's love was the best slap across the face Teresa could ever receive.

Did I get carried away? Yes, I got carried away bestie...