#and it is about dads before anyone thinks it's about bearded alex or the car alex or any form of alex

[misskattylashes]

Brave of Miles to share this. Takes a lot for a grown man to admit to having daddy issues ...

[bjfinn]

BEEJ, BOOK AND CANDLE

"Beetlejuice"/"The Witches of Eastwick" crossover

1988, Eastwick, Rhode Island

Alex Medford opened her eyes. Everything was blurry -- just vague blobs of colour -- and she felt like a bag of pain. "Wh-what ... what happened? Where ..."

"All right," a voice said. "She's stabilised and conscious -- let's get her into the ambulance."

She felt herself being lifted and strapped in to the gurney, and then rolled into the back of the vehicle. She heard the doors close, and then the ambulance started up and began moving, sirens blaring.

"Where are we ..."

"We're taking you to the hospital," a voice said. "You were in a car accident."

Alex looked toward the sound of the voice -- a young man in his early thirties, with short brown hair and kind eyes sat beside the gurney. He was wearing a paramedic's uniform.

"You're very lucky," he said. "We almost lost you."

"Where's the ... the other guy?"

"There wasn't anyone else -- you crashed your car. No other vehicles were involved. And you were alone -- no passengers."

She started to shake her head, but the blinding pain stopped her. "No," she said. "I ... I mean the other guy I saw. He had a ... a striped suit. A-and ... green hair."

"There was no one like that at the scene, ma'am," he replied. "You must have imagined him."

"Y-yeah," she said weakly. "Yeah. Weird dream, I guess."

She fell silent and closed her eyes. But she couldn't stop thinking about the man in the striped suit.

*****

"I almost lost you -- that wouldn't be good."

"Who -- who are you?"

"I'm your guide, remember?" came the reply. "If I'd lost another one, my mom would be so pissed at me. Now, come on -- we gotta go before she finds out."

He held out his hand.

Alex hesitated.

"Come on!" he insisted. "There's no time to lose -- my mom ... she's -- she's the head of the department, and she's a real hard-ass. I already lost two this month, a-and if I lose you ..." His voice caught in his throat, and Alex could see the fear in his eyes. "Let's just say that it wouldn't be good ... for either of us.

"Now let's go! "

She awoke with a start.

*****

"What's your name?"

He looked at her, clearly frustrated. "I can't tell you that -- we've already been over this."

"Why can't you?"

He sighed. "My mom cursed me when I was born," he told her. "If I say my own name, I'll exorcise myself -- I'll die. Worse -- it'll be like I never existed in the first place."

"Why would she do that?" Alex asked.

"She hated me -- she always hated me," he said, his hair turning magenta. "Ever since I was born. She blamed me for my dad taking off -- but it's not my fault that she hooked up with a deadbeat loser! And ... and she said that when I was born I wrecked her somehow, and that's how come she's stuck in her human form! But I didn't do anything -- I was just a baby, for crissakes!" Tears began rolling down his fat cheeks, watering the moss in his beard.

"It's not fair!" he sobbed. "I was ... I was just a kid! Why didn't she love me?" He pushed his fists against his eyes like a child. "And ... and then she called me a -- a screw-up and a good-for-nothing piece of trash and made me a guide just to ... to punish me for being born!

"WELL, I NEVER ASKED TO BE BORN, MOM!" he roared at the ceiling. "I HATE THIS STINKIN' JOB! AND I HATE YOU!!! "

He broke down completely then, his body wracked with heaving sobs, and Alex found herself putting her arms around the demon, comforting him as he sobbed into her bosom, his face buried between her breasts.

"And now I can't even tell you my name," he sniffed, once he'd calmed down a bit.

"Can you give me a hint?" Alex asked. "Maybe I could figure it ou--"

Suddenly, she was awake in the hospital bed, her arm in a cast.

"It's time for your medicine, dear," the nurse said gently.

*****

"Okay," Alex said. "You can't tell me your name. How about a hint?"

The demon looked at Alex thoughtfully for a moment, and then he grinned and held out his hand. In it was a large scarab beetle, glittering emerald green.

"Insect?"

"No."

"Bug?"

"Try again."

"Beetle?"

"Yes!"

"Your name is Beetle?"

"That's just the first part of my name," he told her. "The second is something you drink."

"Coffee?"

"No."

"Tea?"

"No."

"Water."

"No! Come on, it's not that hard."

"I don't know ... beer, wine, whiskey, vodka, rum?"

"No, no, no, no and no."

"Hot chocolate." At this point, Alex was just trying to think of as many drinks as she could.

"Yeah," he said with a sneer. "My name's Beetle Hot Chocolate -- pleased to meet you."

"All right, no need to get snarky," she replied, grinning slightly. "I'm just thinking out loud -- eliminating possibilities.

"Milk."

"No."

"Uhh ... pop. Soda."

"No and no."

She sighed. "I'm running out of ideas."

"Come on! It's sooo obvious!" he cajoled. "It's right in front of your face!"

Alex's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to think of another beverage. She raised her glass to her lips and took a sip of --

"Juice!" she exclaimed.

"Yes!"

"Your name is ... Beetle-juice?" Alex said, smiling. "Like the star?"

"You got it, toots! You can call me BJ. Or Beej."

"Okay, Beej ... what do you want with me?"

"I told you -- I'm supposed to be your guide to the Netherworld."

"But I'm not dead."

"Yeah, I know," he replied. "Things got a little fucked up when they brought you back. Problem is, when they did that, you'd just taken my hand -- so I got dragged Topside with you."

"Can't you just go back?" Alex asked.

Beej shook his head. "Not without you -- at least, not until the revised paperwork goes through. And who knows how long that'll take? Till then, you're stuck with me, kid."

"Great," she sighed.

"Ouch -- that hurts!" he told her. "I'm just doin' my job, you know -- it's not my fault that this happened!"

"Sorry," Alex said. "It's just that it was only a couple of months ago that my friends and I got rid of another demon, and I don't think I can handle going through that a second time, you know?"

"Another demon?" Beej asked. "Who was it?"

"Daryl Van Horne," she told him. "We tried to conjure up the perfect man, and ... well, at first he seemed to be just what we wanted, but then ..."

"Then he turned out to be bad news," Beej concluded.

"You know him?"

"Not by that name," Beej replied. "But I know the type -- lots of demons are like that. Real scumbags."

"But not you," she said sceptically.

"Nope! I'm not like that at all -- I just wanna be free of this shitty job. And I wanna be able to interact with you breathers, that's all. I'm not interested in anything else."

"You're interacting with me right now," Alex pointed out.

"Yeah, but you were clinically dead long enough to meet me. And you're unconscious. Nobody else can see or hear me."

"Gee, I feel so special."

Beej stuck his tongue out at her. "This ain't no picnic for me either, toots," he said. "I'm stuck here, invisible -- that is, unless you help me."

"How?"

"Okay," the demon said, his face lighting up. "It's simple -- just say my name three times. Then everyone'll be able to see me, and I can tell my mom to take this job and shove it."

"That's it?" Alex shook her head. "Sounds too easy."

"Maybe for you. You try gettin' somebody to say your name when you can't tell 'em what it is and they can't even see or hear you anyway."

"You have a point," she conceded. "But that's it? No summoning spell, no nothing? That doesn't sound right."

"Trust me, baby -- that's all it takes."

She shook her head again. "No."

"Whaddya mean 'no'?"

"If I'm going to do this -- and that's a big if -- I'm going to do it right. With a proper summoning spell."

"Ah, jeez!"

"I'm not giving you carte blanche to do whatever you like!"

"Okay, okay," he sighed petulantly. "Make your stupid little spell, for all the good it'll do. But hurry up and make it snappy!"

"Hey! You're not the boss here, okay? You need me way more than I need you! "

Beej scowled at her, but he knew she was right about that. "Fine," he said. "But I'm telling you that all you gotta do is say my name three times -- anything else is just a waste of time."

"It's my time to waste," Alex told him.

Beej threw up his hands, completely exasperated. "Breathers! Always gotta complicate things!" He blew out his cheeks in a loud sigh. "Whaddya need?"

"First I need to get better so I can go home," she replied. "My ... body's still in the hospital. I can't do anything in this condition."

"Well, why didn't you say so?" Beej asked, frustrated. He snapped his fingers, and Alex was awake.

*****

"Looks like you've made a full recovery," the doctor told her. "And your baby wasn't harmed at all."

"Baby?" Alex echoed, perplexed. "What baby?"

"I'm sorry," the doctor replied. "I thought you knew -- you're pregnant. About six weeks along."

"Pregnant? How can that be --" Then she realised. Daryl. That bastard knocked me up! "Uh, no -- I didn't know. I'm ... glad the baby's all right."

"I just need to run a few more tests, but I think you can be out of here by tomorrow."

Beej, standing by the bedside, grinned and gave Alex two thumbs up. She pointedly ignored him, and he stuck out his tongue and flipped her off.

Alex pursed her lips and tried not to laugh.

"Thank you, doctor," Alex replied, smiling.

*****

"Did you know about the baby?" Alex asked Beej when they were alone.

The demon nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I could tell you were preggers -- I didn't say anything 'cause I thought you knew. It was Daryl, wasn't it? He's the father."

It was Alex's turn to nod. "It has to be -- there hasn't been anyone else. Can you tell if it's ... normal?"

"Normal?"

"Human. I'm not going to give birth to the Antichrist or anything, right?"

Beej chuckled. "Nah, the kid'll be a normal human breather like you -- well, maybe with second sight, or precognition, or something. But otherwise, normal as they come."

Alex nodded, relieved. Then a thought occurred to her. "Hey, how come I can still see you?" she asked. "I'm not unconscious now."

"I didn't say you couldn't see me when you were awake," Beej pointed out. "You were just too ... distracted in the hospital to notice me."

"Distracted."

"Yeah! I mean, doctors and nurses coming and going all the time, ordering you around -- 'Time for your meds! Time to check this! Time to check that! Breathe, don't breathe, cough, spit, do this, do that ...' "

"Okay," Alex chuckled. "I take your point."

"It was exhausting just watching it! I mean, how many tests do they really need to do before --"

"Okay, I get it." Alex rolled her eyes -- this guy was a real motormouth.

"I'm just sayin'," he told her, a note of hurt in his gravelly voice. "No need to get rude! If you want me to shut up, I'll shut up -- I don't have to keep talkin', you know. Some guys might not know how to take a hint, but I --"

"You're still talking."

Beej angrily clamped his mouth shut.

"Okay," she said. "Now to think -- how to create a summoning spell for you ..."

She looked over at the demon standing there, wide-eyed, his mouth firmly closed. "Any ideas?"

In reply, Beej simply looked up at the ceiling. His hair, she noticed, had turned from green to magenta.

Alex pursed her lips in annoyance.

He looked at her, giving an exaggerated shrug.

She sighed and chuckled. "Okay," she said. "I'm sorry -- you can talk."

"There! Now was that so hard? And people think I have no manners!"

"You don't," she told him.

He scowled comically.

"Do you have any ideas for the summoning spell?"

"Like I told you, it's not necessary. Just --"

"-- say your name three times, yeah, I remember. But an actual spell would protect me. And you."

"Huh?" Beej was confused. "What do I need protection from?"

"From anyone who wants to use you for evil."

"I'm a demon," he said. "Evil is what I do best! "

Alex laughed, a full, husky sound that gave the demon a warm tingle of pleasure. His hair turned green again.

"Somehow, I'm not convinced," she said.

"Whaddya mean?" he asked, indignantly.

"I think you're a trickster, a prankster, a con-man," she told him. "You like to have fun. And okay, your idea of fun is scaring people -- but you don't really want to hurt anybody, do you? If someone dies, so be it, but that's not your goal, is it?"

Beej's mouth twitched.

"I'm not trying to hurt your feelings," Alex told him. "I'm just trying to figure out what kind of demon you are, and how best to protect you -- and myself, and everyone else."

He sighed. "Okay, yeah," he said. "Sure, if they die I can't have any more fun with them -- and it means I got a lot of paperwork to do when I get back. And I hate doing paperwork! I can't spell so good, you know? It's a real pain in the ass."

Alex shook her head. "I think it's more than just that," she said. "If you kill them, then they won't want to be your friend, am I right?"

He frowned, his hair turning purple.

"I'm right, aren't I? You really just want to have a friend."

The demon looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"Nobody likes me," he said finally. "Everybody in the Netherworld hates me. Well, everybody except Tina -- she's the only friend I got. And she ... she hated me, too, at first. Well, maybe she didn't hate me, but she didn't like me much.

"And breathers can't see me -- well, unless they have the gift. Or ones like you, who died and came back. But there haven't been many like that over the centuries, and the ones there have been ... they never wanted to be friends with me. And some of 'em even tried to hurt me, or send me back to Hell.

"So, yeah, okay ... maybe this spell might not be such a bad idea after all."

"I'm glad you agree."

"So how long is this gonna take?"

"I'm not sure," she told him. "After what happened with Daryl, I want to be sure I do this right. It's not just the words -- the rhyming scheme and the cadence have to be right, as well."

"Sounds complicated."

"Luckily, I've learned since the last time."

"What can I do to help?"

"I need some time," Alex replied. "If you could leave so I can be alone to work on it? I'll let you know when I'm ready."

The demon shook his head. "No can do -- I gotta stick around. I'm still your guide until the revised paperwork goes through."

"Well, uh ... can you at least make yourself invisible? It'll be too much of a distraction seeing you hanging around the whole time."

"Yeah, sure," Beej said. "I can do that." He waved his hand and vanished. "See? Like I'm not even here!"

"I can still hear you, though," Alex chuckled. "You're going to have to be quiet."

"Oh, yeah, right," the disembodied voice said. "No problem. I'll be quiet. You won't even know I'm here. In fact --"

"Shhh."

"Uh, yeah. Okay. I'll just, uh ... I'll just sit over here on the windowsill and --"

"Beej!"

Chastened, the demon finally fell silent.

Alex grinned, shaking her head, and got to work.

*****

"Okay," she said at last. "I think I've got it."

"Finally!" Beej said, making himself visible once more. "I thought you'd never be finished! What was that -- like, six months??? "

"It was only forty minutes," she told him.

"Okay, well -- are we gonna do this?"

"Hold your horses, bub," Alex said. "First I have to prepare."

"Ah, come on!"

"I have to get myself centred -- you wouldn't want me to mess anything up, would you?"

Beej frowned. "I think you're stalling," he said.

"I promise you I'm not," she said, lighting a black-and-white-striped white pillar candle.

"So how long is this gonna take?"

"Not long -- just a few deep breaths to clear my head ..."

She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly through her nose, exhaled through her mouth. Beej licked his lips as he watched the rise and fall of her bosom, imagining her naked.

A few more breaths, and then she said, "Okay -- let's begin." She read the spell she'd crafted:

Though I know I should be wary

Still I venture someplace scary

Ghostly hauntings I turn loose

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!

Beej felt the change immediately -- he was solid! He took a deep breath of his own, filling his lungs for the first time in what seemed like forever.

"YES!!!" he crowed. "YES YES YES!!! You did it!" He grabbed Alex and kissed her. "Thanks, babe! I knew you could do it!"

Alex shoved him away and wiped her mouth. "Bleagh! Don't ever do that again!" she warned him, only half in anger.

"What? It was just a little smooch to show my appreciation!"

"You really don't know anything about boundaries, do you?"

"Boundaries? What's that?"

Alex chuckled. "Never mind." She looked at him. "So now what?"

Beej shrugged. "I don't know -- I've never been able to interact with the upper world before." He looked around uncertainly, biting his lip, his head turning from side to side in a distinctly ... reptilian manner. A predator, looking for prey.

Alex watched him nervously -- what had she unleashed on the world? She wasn't entirely confident in her ability to craft a spell that would bind him -- what if she'd made a mistake? Or forgotten some crucial element? What if he was more powerful than the spell?

"Hey," he said, interrupting her train of thought. "Can we get something to eat? I'm starving! "

[phoebenpiperx]

Chapter 2 -- Third Second Time's a Charm

read chapter 1 of my 911 Lone Star Tarlos fic here

Chapter 2 summary: TK gives Iris a ride home from the rehearsal...and the conversation is a bit strained because Iris won't stop asking questions.

...

“Thanks for doing this.”

TK shrugged, briefly taking his eyes from the road to smile at Iris. “No problem. Happy to drive you home.”

In fact, TK was just plain happy. The rehearsal had gone smoothly, and by this time tomorrow, TK would be Mr. Carlos Reyes.

Or however the name thing was going to work.

“I didn’t mean thanks for driving me,” Iris corrected. “I meant thanks for marrying Carlos.”

TK chuckled. “I think I should be thanking Carlos instead.”

He still couldn’t believe someone as amazing as Carlos had actually agreed to marry him. It truly was a dream come true.

But that wasn’t what Iris was interested in at the moment.

“So tell me about the proposal.”

TK’s grin got even bigger. He couldn’t believe it had been less than three months since his late night musings had started this crazy ball rolling.

Though he realized he’d never really told anyone about how the actual proposal had gone down. They’d naturally announced their engagement to their friends and family, but no one had ever asked for details about the proposal itself.

“Well,” TK said, his mind going back to that fateful night, “I’d been thinking about making a will and—”

“You didn’t have a will?” Iris interrupted. “Was that because you didn’t want to contemplate death, after all your comas? Or was it more of a self-preservation superstition, that as long as you didn’t acknowledge you were going to die, you wouldn’t?”

“I have one now!” TK quickly defended. Why did Iris always throw him so off-balance? “Anyway, I’d been thinking about making one, and decided it would just be easiest if I left everything to my husband, so I woke up Carlos—“

“Oh, I didn’t mean that proposal,” Iris stated matter-of-factly. “I meant the other one.”

It took a moment for TK for realize what she was talking about.

He hadn’t really considered Carlos asking him if they could un-cancel the wedding a “proposal”, even though, come to think of it, he had gotten down on one knee.

TK smiled, momentarily lost in thought, until Iris prompted, “So what happened?”

“Well,” TK began again, the unhappy memories of what had happened beforehand starting to encroach, “I was home alone, waiting. My dad had called, so I knew that he’d gotten there in time, but I was still worried about what would happen.”

Which was why he’d been watching Lou II. The bearded dragon had been a symbol of how much Carlos cared for him, but what did it mean now that TK had ratted out Carlos to Owen? Would Carlos be willing to forgive TK? Or would Lou II become a child of divorce before his parents were even married?

TK sighed before continuing, “So anyway, finally Carlos made it home and—��

“No, not that proposal either,” Iris interrupted. “I meant the other one.”

“What?! What other one?” What was she even talking about?

“The one in New York.”

TK felt a jolt and turned to stare at Iris, shocked and appalled that she somehow knew, that she had somehow figured out about Alex.

“That was a red light.” Iris calmly pointed out,

“What?! Shit!” TK frantically slammed on the brakes mid-intersection, glancing up to see that the traffic light now directly above them was, indeed, red. Luckily, no other cars were around, so no damage had been done.

As he cautiously continued through the intersection, Iris went on, “Carlos said your break-up in New York was what caused your relapse, where you almost died—that was your first coma, right?—so I’m assuming it was a proposal gone wrong...or else you’re even more of a drama queen than I thought. So tell me about it.”

TK didn’t know what to say. He kind of wanted to defend the drama queen comment, but since he had just run a red light over her questioning, perhaps she wasn’t wrong.

But he hadn’t thought about his proposal to Alex in ages because it was the complete opposite to what had happened with Carlos. With Alex, it had all been about the grand gestures—a public proposal, a fancy restaurant, an expensive ring tucked in his pocket—whereas with Carlos it had just been about wanting share his heart, wanting to share his life, and wanting to do so immediately, in the middle of the night, with no planning or preparation.

Because TK was certain he was meant to be with Carlos. The two were soulmates—even Carlos had used the phrase recently—and once TK realized they should make it official, he felt like there wasn’t a moment to lose.

Whereas, looking back, he must’ve known, deep down, that he and Alex weren’t right together. Pulling away, acting weird, spending all his time at spin class—TK had proposed to bring Alex back, not to commit his heart and soul for the rest of his life.

Whereas Carlos WAS TK’s life. And soon their lives would be officially—in the eyes of God and the law—each other’s.

So now was NOT the time to be telling Iris about the superficial proposal that felt like a lifetime ago.

Especially because he’d never even told Carlos.

“Please don’t tell Carlos,” he said quietly to Iris. “He doesn’t even know I proposed to Alex.” He only knew that there had been a bad break-up—nuclear bad—which had led to TK’s relapse.

“Of course not,” Iris replied. “I’m not about to tell him he’s your second choice.”

“Second choice?! No! That’s not—Alex didn’t mean—he obviously wasn’t the one.”

It was so clear to TK now. No wonder his dad had been wary about his proposal plans.

“But you proposed to him,” Iris stated matter-of-factly. “He must’ve meant something to you. Or do you just randomly go around proposing to the wrong people?”

TK began to sputter again, not knowing how to defend himself, when Iris calmly pointed out, “Red light.”

This time TK slammed on the brakes in time, causing the car to skid past the crosswalk but stop before it entered the intersection.

Iris gave him a look, saying, “You get flustered pretty easily, don’t you? I’d think that would be a bad thing for a paramedic...or a fire fighter.”

“I only get flustered around you!” Iris seemed to mess with his head the way no one else ever had.

“Is that because you’re insecure? Because you don’t think you’re good enough for Carlos?”

Hearing someone else voice his fear aloud was more than a little upsetting.

Because yet, TK had always feared that he wasn’t good enough for Carlos. It was clear from that moment back at the police station after the brawl, Carlos calling him by his full name, looking horrified as TK talked about his relapse. Obviously Carlos had his shit together whereas TK was—as Iris had so bluntly pointed out—a hot mess.

So yes, TK was definitely not good enough for Carlos.

And it seemed pretty clear Iris agreed with his assessment.

“Is that’s what you think?”

Iris shrugged. “Why would I think that?”

“I don’t know!” TK snapped defensively. “But every time we’re together, I feel like I’m being...interrogated...like a serial murderer.”

“Are you a serial murderer?”

“What?! No! But that—that right there!—that is what I’m talking about! All these questions!”

TK could feel his heart pounding a mile a minute, feeling like he was being grilled.

Iris, however, seemed as calm as usual as she explained, “I’m just trying to get to know you. How else am I to do that?”

“I don’t know! Just...don’t bombard me with non-stop questions that I can’t answer.”

Iris gave him a curious look. “Why can’t you answer them?”

“Stop!”

TK literally felt like his head was going to explode!

Though if he’d expressed that thought aloud, Iris certainly would’ve pointed out he was using the word wrong again!

The car was silent for a few moments. Finally, Iris asked, “Would you like to ask ME questions instead?”

“Not particularly.” He wouldn’t even know what to ask.

“You’re alone with your soon-to-be husband’s former wife—and high school bestie—and you have nothing you want to ask?”

Oh. Right!

When she put it like that...

“So how did you guys meet anyway?” He remembered Carlos saying that she was a few years older, so he wondered if they’d met in some extra curricular activity or...

“Isn’t that a little off-topic?”

Off-topic?! There WAS no topic, other than Iris cross-examining him about his proposals.

Oh!

Iris and Carlos had been married, but TK had never thought to ask how they’d gotten together. Had Carlos done a traditional proposal? And had TK’s late-night offer not lived up to his boyfriend’s expectations? Now TK was curious.

“So how did Carlos propose to you?”

“Who said that he did?”

TK gave a frustrated sigh, asking, “Okay, then how did YOU propose to Carlos?”

Iris shrugged, pointing out, “I never said I did either.”

“Uggh!” TK grumbled, slamming the heel of his hand against the steering wheel. “Then...just tell me how you two decided to get married.”

“It wasn’t really planned,” Iris began. “We were at Luisa’s wedding. He’d brought me along—we did everything together back then—and, as always, everyone assumed I was his date.”

While today’s Carlos would’ve laughed this off, TK realized it must have been hard for young Carlos, everyone around him just assuming he was straight, his own parents blindly ignoring the truth. It must have been a difficult world to navigate...and TK was suddenly grateful that Carlos had had Iris there at his side to support him.

“We were out on the dance floor,” Iris continued, “and Carlos was lamenting that he’d never seen his dad look so happy before, so I simply pointed out that weddings did that to people. So later that night, after we’d both had way too much champagne, he asked if I really thought that a wedding was all it would take to please his dad, and I said we’d never know if we didn’t try.”

TK felt a stab in his heart. It was so sad to think of Carlos merely getting married just to please his dad, to get his father’s approval.

But it was even sadder to think that Gabriel would not even get to see Carlos marry someone he truly loved.

Though clearly Carlos had loved Iris, just not like that. She’d been there during the toughest part of his life, she’d gotten him through.

No wonder Carlos wanted her to be his best man.

“Thanks,” TK said. “For...you know...being there. Giving him what he needed.”

Iris smiled across the car at TK, replying, “Hey, what are annulments for?”

TK chuckled. He was relieved that the annulment had gone through in time, that Iris hadn’t caused a stink about ending their marriage, that she now seemed to fully support Carlos wedding TK.

Even if she did ask too many questions.

Though TK realized that maybe talking to Iris wasn’t such a bad thing. She knew a lot about Carlos, things Carlos had never shared but were probably important to know. And she was going to be around a lot these next 24 hours, so perhaps TK should be thinking of all the questions he could ask her.

Important things...like who had Carlos’s celebrity crushes been back in high school?

...

[spaceskam]

when you come home to me

Summary: Alex comes home for a few days and spends them in Michael’s bed.

Tags: bittersweet fluff, lost decade, implied sexual content

for the @malexremix here's a remix of @tkstrrand ​ ‘s fic If the world was kind, he would stay. 

ao3

Monday

Alex took a deep breath, hands squeezing the armrests of the airplane seat.

They’d just landed and he was just waiting for the clearance to get off the plane. Then he’d catch a cab to his dad’s house to pick up his car and he’d get to go home. He was crawling out of his skin with anticipation and nerves. He knew, logically, that he’d be welcomed back. But he always held a sliver of doubt. Alex was always just preparing himself to walk up to Michael’s airstream and find someone else in his bed.

He didn’t have insecurity around Michael’s bisexuality or anything. He wasn’t intimidated by the idea that Michael might choose to be with a woman because it’d be a simpler time while in Roswell. Honestly, anyone would be easier for Michael to date in Roswell. At least they’d be there full time.

Yet, he couldn’t shake his nerves. He’d gone too long without contact this time, he thinks. Three years. So much could happen in three years. Michael could’ve met someone and gotten married and had a kid and it would’ve been a socially acceptable timeline.

God, he really hoped he didn’t have a kid or a spouse.

The entire process of leaving the airport, watching a few of his fellow soldiers have a grand reunion with their family while he walked towards the doors alone, and riding home in a stuffy cab that smelled faintly of weed seemed to pass all too quickly and drag on painfully at the same time. He was as sure it’d taken his entire day as he was sure it’d been 15 minutes and he was about to fall on Michael’s doorsteps without the time to think of what to say.

The first sign things were going to go in his favor, though, was the fact that his dad’s house was empty. Alex knew his father knew when he was coming back to Roswell. Not that he deliberately went out to keep track of that date, but his dad always seemed to know everything that Alex did. Which would make sense considering his current CO was buddy-buddy with Jesse Manes. The fact that he wasn’t there, waiting to make it difficult for him to get to Michael’s, was a godsend.

Alex took a record-breaking run to his room. He grabbed his phone, his charger, a couple more items of clothing, and his keys and he was gone before his dad could even return.

Michael moved between Foster’s Ranch and the junkyard. He didn’t think about what it would mean if he was somewhere else. How would he find him if he wasn’t there? 

Fortunately, he didn’t have to dwell on that disaster seeing as Michael’s truck was right where he left it in Sander’s junkyard. He took a breath and climbed out of his car at the same time Michael emerged from the door. He had to lean against the car as he got a good look at him.

He looked practically the same, maybe with a little more facial hair going on, but the shirt and the jeans were more of the same. Alex didn’t have to touch it to know how soft the fabric was from years of use. He didn’t have to feel Michael rub his stubbly cheek on parts of his body to know it’d leave a beard burn rash for a day or two after he left.

He wanted to feel it anyway.

“Alex,” Michael breathed, his eyes going a bit wide and his lips parting like he couldn’t quite believe it. That hurt more than Alex had the words for. 

Alex pushed himself off the car and shoved his hands in his pockets, hoping to give his hands something to do while also keeping them to himself until Michael gave him the green light to do otherwise.

“Hey.”

Michael took each step down with his entire body weight, thud, thud, thud, like he didn’t know another way. It had Alex feeling nervous and excited and a billion other things.

“You’re back,” Michael said. Alex tried to smile, but it refused to find his face so he nodded and looked down.

“Temporarily.”

Michael was quiet for a moment, but he never stopped walking closer. He stopped just an arms-length away and Alex’s eyes trailed up him, trying to spot any difference. He didn’t really see any, only a few holes in his jeans that Alex longed to put his fingers through.

“How long?” Michael asked.

“‘Till Thursday,” Alex said, making that arms-length distance more like hands-width. Michael nodded slowly, his eyes betraying his thoughts and feelings. How that wasn’t enough, but he would accept it anyway. A twisted part of Alex basked in the fact that he was wanted at all.

Instinctually, Alex looked around the junkyard for any signs of life. Not that he was foolish enough to think that Sanders didn’t know something. More than once, he’d whistled for Michael like a dog instead of coming close enough to knock which Michael thought was hilarious and only happened “when you’re in my bed, Private, I think he’s got Spidey senses”. It was a little nerve-wracking, but Alex was able to convince himself that that didn’t mean Sanders knew it was him or knew what they were doing. There was reasonable doubt to be had. But. Still.

“Sanders is away, I’m looking after the yard for a while, no one’s around,” Michael whispered. Alex’s eyes drifted back to him and a smile finally found his face at the idea that they were completely alone. That meant he could convince Michael to stay in bed a little later in the morning. That meant he could get him to be a little louder. They could be a bit more comfortable in their own skin.

Michael moved until they were practically chest to chest, nearly stepping on Alex’s toes in the process. He wouldn’t have minded if he did, honestly. Michael reached up to grab his collar, tugging him in until they were nose to nose. He laughed softly, that tense knot of nervousness in his stomach exploding into pure excitement. For all the times he told himself he’d never come back to Roswell, this made it blatantly clear why he kept doing just that.

“Wanna go inside?” Michael murmured, tilting his head just enough to nudge his nose into Alex’s. Alex nodded quickly, feeling young and dumb and giddy for just a moment, and Michael smiled. God, he was beautiful.

Michael’s hand drifted from his collar down to his hand and he led the way into the airstream with Alex hot on his heels.

When the door closed, Alex started to unbutton his jacket. He expected frantic, desperate movement from both of them like usual, but Michael stopped and looked at him up and down for a moment. Alex grinned and slowed just a bit, just to tease. Michael rolled his eyes and leaned forward, his lips brushing Alex’s cheek in an experimental fashion. Something bigger than butterflies‒birds, maybe pterodactyls‒burst in his stomach at the small affection.

“Say ‘honey, I’m home’,” Michael asked against his cheek, voice quiet and unsure. Alex turned his head until they were nose to nose again and shucked off his jacket. It hit the floor and he didn’t give a shit about picking it up to fold it neatly.

Alex hooked his thumb into the hem of Michael’s jeans and tugged him in until they were pressed together from head to toe. He very much wanted to be pressed head to toe without their clothes between them. So he grabbed the belt buckle.

“Honey,” he said, breathy and not as sing-song as he was planning. Michael grinned anyway.

Alex yanked the belt out of the belt loops and Michael started to untuck Alex’s shirt, calloused fingers gliding over his stomach. Alex slowly started backing him further into the airstream towards the little bed that they’d made more happy memories in than Alex would ever tell anyone about. They were theirs. No one was allowed to taint them.

“I’m home.”

-

“You’ve been gone a while.”

Alex tried not to flinch at the simple statement, instead of letting his fingers trail over Michael’s skin. He had his ear against his heart and the soft, repetitive thud was soothing in more ways than he had the words for. 

“I got a promotion, things have been kinda hectic,” Alex said, quiet and clinical in hopes Michael would drop the subject sooner rather than later, “We were traveling a lot.”

Alex managed a glance up at him and met his eyes, silently asking him to drop it if he could. That was an easier said request than done, but still. Michael rewarded him with a hand through his hair.

“Congrats,” Michael said dryly. Alex scooted a little closer, pressing up against his body in hopes that it’d subdue whatever was going on in his head. It was all he could do.

“Tell me about you,” Alex said, desperately changing the subject as he rested his head on Michael’s chest again. His heartbeat was a little louder, a little faster. Alex wanted to soothe that away somehow.

Michael’s arms wrapped around him.

“Isobel got married.”

“To Noah?” Alex asked, a smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t know the guy and he had mixed feelings about Isobel, but Michael loved her and he thought Noah was good for her and therefore Alex felt the same. “That’s great.”

“Mhm,” Michael agreed, craning his head down to search for a kiss. Alex moved to touch his face and deepened the kiss with ease.

This he could do. This he knew would make him relax. It always did. Maybe that was stupid and immature, but it felt good. It was an easy way to see Michael smile, to hear him laugh, to feel his skin turn red with adrenaline and excitement. And Alex knew he was the cause.

He liked being the cause of good things and so far making Michael feel nice was the only thing on that list.

Alex pulled him down into bed with him all over again, a silent promise to add a tally next to that one item on the list.

Tuesday

Alex slept in late for the first time in a long time, allowing himself to wallow in bed even after he knew there was no more going back to sleep.

He rolled and buried his face in the pillow before remembering that he wasn’t alone. A small smile found his face, still hidden away from the world in the comfort of the pillow and he reached out, feeling for Michael. However, the bed was empty and his smile was replaced with a pout. He lifted his head groggily and looked for Michael only to see him watching him from across the trailer.

“Come back to bed,” Alex whined, reaching out for him and forgetting himself for just a moment. He shouldn’t be whining and begging and using grabby hands towards anyone regardless of what they’ve done. Still. He did it. He quickly dropped his hand and evened his face once he remembered.

Michael seemed unphased by the slip-up, a big, warm smile on his face as he leaned against the counter. He was shirtless and had a pair of jeans on that were unbuttoned and hanging loose on his hips. Alex could follow the line of hair across his abdomen down to where it disappeared beneath his jeans. It made him feel warm all over again and he could feel himself forgetting his composure, wanting to just reach out and take.

“I will in a second,” Michael said softly.

Alex scrunched up his nose in distaste which got a huffed laugh out of Michael, but he quickly let it drop and he sat up. He reached across for where his bag was and pulled out a pair of clean boxers to put on and then threw on one of Michael’s shirts on top of it. It wasn’t as warm as the one he was wearing, probably, but it would simply have to do. And it really, really would do.

Michael came closer, finally, and sat beside him with two mix-matched mugs in his pretty hands. He handed one to Alex and adjusted himself to lean against the wall as Alex took a sip. He found himself staring into the cup almost too afraid to take another sip in case this was just something he made up in his head despite the warmth blooming in his gut at the taste.

“What?” Michael asked, taking a sip of what was most definitely coffee from the smell of it.

Alex turned his entire body to look at him, disbelief thrumming through his veins and a smile pulling at his lips.

“Since when do you drink herbal tea?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. He had at least one vivid memory of Michael choking and spitting it out when Alex had forced him to take just one sip.

And it turns out he didn’t and all of the disbelief in Alex’s system lit on fire into pure euphoria as Michael said he got it just for him. A small hope and faith that Alex wasn’t just fucking around with his feelings and dropping off the face of the Earth. Not just that, but spending his money on something for Alex. They didn’t really spend money on each other and this wasn’t necessarily expensive, and yet…

“Thank you,” Alex breathed, moving forward to kiss him again. Michael kissed him back and then took the mug from him to place on the counter beside his own. The taste of the coffee on Michael’s tongue definitely clashed with the tea, but Alex craved it. 

The shirt he’d put on ended up on the floor and Michael grabbed his knees to pull him into his lap enough to lay him down. Alex felt high on him, on the idea that he bought him tea, on the fact that he wanted him to come back, expected him to come back. He held onto Michael’s back, tugging him in close and almost clawing at his back just to make sure this was real. That he was really here and they were really together if only for a moment in time.

“Ah,” Alex breathed, gripping him tighter as Michael’s teeth dug into the skin of his neck.

They seemed to have the same idea.

Wednesday

One day, when Alex had a house of his own, he was going to have an at-home library.

He didn’t have time for books much anymore, but the idea was still appealing and one day he wanted to have time for books. He wanted his walls to be lined with them, to have a full selection, to have the permanence of them. Michael, however, was already beating him at starting a collection.There wasn’t many in the grand scheme of things, but more than one should have in a living space so small, a stack of textbooks and non-fictional works on the table and a hidden pile shoved beneath the bed. 

The whole thing had Alex feeling light and fluffy again despite the fact that Michael was working and Alex had to entertain himself this morning. It was just so cute. Alex took a shower and got dressed and when he got all ready for the day, he found himself staring at the stack. He carefully took the top one and started to thumb through it.

He objectively knew Michael was intelligent. He didn’t care what people said about mechanics, the shit was hard work and took more intelligence than he was sure anyone really knew. Even Alex really only knew how to change a tire. Michael, on the other hand, had built an entire engine.

Still, opening the old textbook to see it was flat-out mechanical engineering in the most clinical way was enough to make Alex feel warm with pride. All the highlights and notes in the margin felt so personal and the loose-leaf paper tucked into the practice problem pages screamed Michael Guerin. He was just so fucking smart. Alex liked him so much.

A few vocabulary words later‒and most notably a lot of notes on how to build a bigger, more powerful engine and an asterisk to remind him to compare to notes in his Rocket Propulsion textbook‒Alex found himself peeking behind the little curtain to see if he could spot Michael. And he did, seeing him wiping his hands as he spoke to a pretty woman who was probably a decade or so older than them. She was very clearly appreciative and Alex couldn’t help but snort a laugh.

Alex went back to the textbook, making himself comfortable in Michael’s bed. He had a secret, personal, debatably gross affinity for the way the blankets began to smell after they’d had sex a few times without washing them. It was gross, but they smelled a little musty and a little like Alex’s body wash and a little like Michael’s skin and a lot like they were a product of the two of them existing as one. He’d enjoyed the smell since the summer after high school when they were resigned to the bed of his truck with his sleeping bags. The idea of it pulsed in his veins.

He brought the blankets to his nose and kept reading.

“You’re dressed,” Michael noted when he came back inside. Alex managed to drop the blanket at the sound of the door opening in a casual motion, trying not to do anything distinctly weird. If Michael noticed he didn’t say anything, instead happily sitting on the bed in all of his sweaty, greasy glory and pulled Alex’s legs into his lap.

Alex glared at him and deeply buried the urge to see what his neck tasted like when he was this messy.

“It was getting cold,” he said simply as he put the book down.

“That’s what the blanket is for.”

“So, I was just meant to wait here for you, naked?” Alex teased, gravitating closer unintentionally. His eyes drifted to that spot on his tan neck, glistening with the heat of the day. A little bit of staring and he realized he left a mark.

Huh. That was a first.

“That was the plan, yeah,” Michael said. He grabbed Alex’s hand and held it tight.

Alex teased him and watched him closely, considering pulling him down and saying screw showers despite the fact that Michael desperately needed one before he put his hands anywhere sacred. Michael, however, noticed the book.

“Engineering,” Alex told him when he asked, “You’ve got lots of notes in here, you building something?”

Alex turned a few pages, that one reminding him to compare notes in his rocket science book unintentionally catching his eye again.

“Just cars,” Michael said, tone of voice a little more tense than it should be.

Alex met his eyes and stared at him. And for the first time in a long time when it came to Michael Guerin, Alex got that weird feeling in his gut that said he wasn’t telling the truth. Which would be ridiculous‒what the hell would there be to lie about?

Instead of letting himself sit with the idea, however, Alex tilted his head back and closed his eyes, shaking it out of his mind. They were having a good week. Alex was being paranoid for no goddamn reason. He rubbed his thumb over the back of Michael’s hand before shifting to lay his head on his shoulder. He didn’t smell like the sheets. He smelled like Michael. And Alex didn’t care that he was probably getting him dirty just by being near him.

“What’d you wanna do?”

“Can we just…” Alex said, breathing out as he considered the fact that Michael did actually have to bathe and that they did need to change the sheets after him sitting on them. He wasn’t quite ready to give up the potency yet. He could only have it for so long. “Can we just sit here for a bit?”

“Of course.”

Without meaning to, Alex dozed off. When he came to, the sheets were changed and smelled fresh, though still of Michael, and Michael was clean and tucked up against him. Alex was reminded by how much he liked clean Michael as well. He couldn’t tell if he liked him dirty or clean more.

It didn’t matter. Alex reached up to press his fingers against the mark that was much more visible when he wasn’t grimy and Michael, unconscious and endlessly sweet, moved closer.

He wondered how hard it would be to get Michael to cover him in marks, little reminders for just a few more days after he left. That was, however, extremely impractical and irresponsible given, well, everything about his job.

So instead he cuddled closer and held him and tried to memorize the way his body felt this close.

Thursday

“Do you remember the movie Cars?”

Alex blinked a few times as he registered the words coming out of Michael’s mouth. He was struggling to stay awake considering they’d spent the entire morning testing out the true meaning of stamina and destroying the concept of a post-coital recuperation period, hours dedicated to whiting out Alex’s mind from the inevitable departure that was coming closer with each passing moment. They were running out of time and Alex was much more content to not think about it or address it.

And Michael apparently wanted to talk about Cars.

“What?” Alex asked, lifting his head. Michael was laying in the opposite direction, his lips swollen and red and his hair a frizzy mess where it laid against Alex’s shin. His feet were on the wall to avoid being on the pillow.

“Cars, like the animated Disney movie?” Michael said.

“I-I mean, yeah, I remember Cars. Just, like, where did that come from?” Alex asked, huffing a laugh. He grabbed one of Michael's ankles and brought it to his chest, just needing to touch him.

“Remember when we watched it in Spanish senior year?” Michael continued. Alex nodded, watching him. 

Michael seemed still a little dazed now that Alex’s eyes focused on him more. His fingers were playing with Alex’s leg hair and his eyes were half-lidded and the sun was shining even past the curtains, his tanned skin glowing. Alex had littered his skin in tiny red marks that he couldn’t ask for in return. He looked fucking godlike for a moment. Longer than a moment. 

“Yeah, I remember we had a sub and she couldn’t figure out how the subtitles worked so we watched it in Spanish with French subtitles,” Alex said.

“You put your head down and your shirt rode up a little ‘cause of it. I sat there for, like, thirty minutes trying to figure out how to tell you that your shirt rode up and I could see, like, a millimeter of your boxers and an inch of your skin. It was nothing, really, but I remember feeling like it was the most scandalous thing I’d ever seen. And I stared at you the whole class period trying to work up the nerve to say something to you, anything, even if it was just saying I liked your shirt,” Michael rambled, his voice a little muffled against Alex’s leg. That didn’t stop Alex from feeling like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. “Anyway, if you could be in that universe, would you wanna be a living car or a living plane?”

Alex breathed a soft laugh, trying and failing to move past the part where he had just admitted something insanely sweet from a time months before they even really spoke one-on-one for the first time. Clearly, they needed to go at it like that more often. They didn’t tell stories like that. They didn’t talk about things that mattered.

To Alex, that mattered.

“Plane,” Alex whispered, slowly pushing himself to a sitting position and trying not to jostle Michael too much even if it felt awkward. Alex kissed his knee as he slowly took one of his legs back. “I like to fly.”

“You like to fly,” Michael repeated, soft like he was keeping it for himself. Alex smiled and slowly shifted one of his other legs away. Michael pouted adorably about it and Alex slowly made his way up his body. 

“Yeah,” Alex said, fingers sliding over his thigh as he placed himself over Michael. The pout faded into something a lot more serene. “I did really well in flight school.”

“You have a pilot’s license?” Michael asked.

“Yeah. Air Force.”

“I’ve looked it up before, not everyone in the Air Force flies planes,” Michael said softly, reaching up to rake his fingers through his hair, “I didn’t know you did.”

“It’s a convenient thing to have and it was offered to us for free. So, you know, if we ever need to fly away, I can handle it,” Alex said. Michael stared at him for a moment. Maybe longer than a moment.

“Okay,” he said, pulling him down for a kiss.

It was languid and slow, the sun bearing down on them and making it hotter in the airstream than it already was from them alone. And Alex reveled in it. He wanted to soak in as much of this feeling in every way.

Because in twelve hours, he would be gone.

His flight was at five. He had to leave Michael by two so he could drop his car off at his dad’s and then he had to call a cab. And that would be it. He would be gone and he wouldn’t know when he would be back.

It was hard, leaving. Alex wanted so many things, all of them so out of reach, and his body ached for it. But he couldn’t have them. It wasn’t about what he wanted and, even though Michael seemed to want it too, Alex knew it was bad for them. It was messy and there were too many other players and it was best they stole this small time and didn’t make it harder than it had to be. They kept it physical and casual because it was what was best.

And yet.

Michael’s hand pressed to the base of his spine, a hot presence holding him close. He touched every inch of skin he could and he kissed him like it was important. Michael kept tea for him and put off work to be here. He hadn’t looked at his well-loved notebooks since Alex got here. His attention was on Alex. All of it. He was wanted here. Alex loved the way that felt.

He loved him.

It was almost torturous how something could be literally in his hands and simultaneously entirely out of reach. The silly game Alex played with himself, letting himself get all excited about going home because he wanted to see him while reminding himself that there was no guarantee that Michael was waiting. There was no promise made. Hell, they barely spoke about things unless they were trivial to make sure they didn’t make things worse.

And he loved him.

Alex didn’t have to ask if Michael was seeing other people when he was gone, he knew he was. He was handsome and smart and hardworking despite what he’d have others believe. He knew one day he’d come home and Michael wouldn’t be open to letting him in his bed. He’d find someone nice, someone cozy, someone safe. Someone who didn’t keep him waiting around. It was only a matter of time. It was stupid to care too much.

But Alex loved him.

They didn’t start another round this time, bodies too fraught and fried and tired to try. Instead, they kissed until the kissing stopped and they just held each other. The sun was shining on them, the clock was ticking, and Michael’s skin was sticking to his with sweat from how hot it was but neither of them was bold enough to move.

And Alex loves him.

Friday

Alex let out a shaky breath as he watched the clock tick to 1:45 AM.

He’d run out of time. Michael was laying on his back, sound asleep with his head leaning towards Alex. It hurt to look at him, but Alex mustered enough courage to touch his face carefully and push his hair back. He kissed his forehead and then his cheek, watching to make sure he didn’t stir, and then slowly got out of the bed that had been so nice to him these last few days.

Alex gathered his things quietly, putting on his shirt and his pants and his shoes. He grabbed his phone and his keys and held them tightly to muffle any excess noise. His heart felt like it was going to melt out of his chest as he looked at him. Apparently, all the touching didn’t help him feel ready to leave at all.

God, it hurt. It hurt so fucking bad.

Alex closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn’t tell Michael when his flight was or when he was leaving out of self-preservation. He didn’t trust himself to leave if Michael was awake. And yet it still felt like the hardest thing.

Beside Alex’s bag was a soft, worn black sweater. The sleeves and the neck were stretched out. It smelled like Michael. Alex found himself pulling it over his head despite it still feeling a little hot in the airstream. He wanted to keep something, just this one thing, just for a little while.

Quickly, to make himself feel less embarrassed about it, he opened one of Michael’s notebooks to leave a note. He had a million things to say. He settled on something simple.

Borrowed your sweater, it was cold hope that’s okay.

I’ll give it back next time I’m home

- AM

He started at it and swallowed, trying to make sure it was enough. Maybe he could smother it in tiny hearts or find something to make a kiss print with or something. Something that would let Michael know that he loved him even though that wasn’t an option. He couldn’t think of anything worthwhile, though, and instead just flipped it over.

I’ll be back, I promise

Alex took another deep breath and looked at Michael again, mentally saying fuck it as he leaned back down to kiss him on the cheek and breathe in the smell of his hair. It was intoxicating. He wanted to crawl back into bed with him. It was so much better than being out there, running special operations because he was talented. That’s what he was told. Talented. We need you, do you really need a vacation right now? You’re important. Your decryption is incredible and needed. Fine. Five days, but then you need to come back. Captain. 

Five days.

“I’m going to come home,” Alex murmured, standing up straight. He swallowed the lump in his throat and found a tack in a small cup of screws and other pointy things, sticking the note where Michael would see it.

This wasn’t it. He was going to come back. Maybe Michael would be with someone more permanent by then and maybe this was the last time he’d get to kiss him. And that would be fair and Alex wouldn’t complain.

But maybe not. And maybe he’d have more of him in his future. More talks. More anecdotes about liking Alex.

More. They could have more one day. This wasn’t over.

Alex got in his car and drove.

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Derek Shepherd x reader - Never again

The gestures fic with Derek was so cute!! Ugh I love him. Just wanted to say that I really enjoyed that fic and idk if you’re still up for wiring so many Derek fics but an angst one with a fluffy ending could be fun, totally up to you tho! Keep it up :3 - Anon❤️

Sitting in the oncall room, your leg bouncing up and down nervously as you thought. You had already cried, and to anyone who looked at you could see it in the puffy red eyes, tear streaks down your face.

The door swung open, and Derek stormed in, a furious look on his face.

“How dare you!” He yelled, “how dare you come marching into MY OR with the chief demanding me to stop my surgery!”

You didn’t have it in you to fight, you didn’t even have it in you to raise your voice.

“The surgery would have killed her.” You spork softly.

“That still gives you no right to go to the chief behind my back!”

Flicking your eyes to him, you quickly turned away, training them on the floor so you didn’t have to meet his furious expression.

“I didn’t want to Derek, but I had no choice, she would have died on the table and you know it. At least now she still has a good few months...”

“You don’t know that! You aren’t a neurosurgeon, I could have done it!”

“You’re too personally involved.” You muttered.

Derek slammed his hand into the wall and you jumped, wide eyed as you stared at him. Never had he done anything like that, or been this bad. Sure you’d had your disagreements, who doesn’t have fights? But this something totally different.

“I care for my patients! That’s a lot more than can be said for you! How many have you lost this week huh? 6?”

You gulped and shook your head, drawing a small breath.

“8...”

“Exactly, at least I’m not going around killing my patients, we’d get less bad rep if you weren’t here.” He snapped.

With that, Derek stormed out, leaving you sitting in there alone.

Maybe he was right.

Numbly, you stood up and stepped out of the room. A small crowd had formed.

“(Y/N), you good?” Alex asked.

You simply just nodded and started to walk away, refusing to meet eyes with anyone or speak with anyone.

It went that way until you got to the chief office and knock on the door before opening it. Slipping it on and letting it fall shut.

“(Y/N)? What can I do for you?” Richard asked kindly.

It hurt you to do this, Richard was like a dad to you. He always helped you when you needed it, and you felt horrible for what you were about to do.

Heading to a chair, you sat down and placed your pager upon the desk, daring to meet his confused eyes.

“I want to resign.”

Richards eyes widened and he leant forward a little.

“I don’t understand, what makes you want to resign? Your a damn brilliant surgeon, one of the best cardio specialists we’ve had since Burk, even Yang likes you. Are we not doing enough for you? Do you want a raise because we can do that.”

You smiled softly and shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“It’s nothing like that sir, I’ve just decided it was best if I resign, maybe take a break from surgery for a while.”

Richard frowned, but he could see there was no changing your mind so he nodded and pulled some paper work from his desk.

“You’ll need to sign these.”

Nodding, you took your time in signing them and handed them back thirty minutes later. Richard stood, making you stand as he came around and held out his hand, you shook it and let yours fall back to your side.

“If you ever need a job you’re always welcome back.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

With that, you and Richard headed out the door, you went to the changing room for attendings, while he went another way. Once you got in there you pulled out your clothes and quickly changed, then pulled out your small amount of personal belongings.

Leaving the room, you headed to the stairs, and jogged down. So far no one had noticed but it didn’t last long, soon Cristina was running over with Meredith, Alex, Lexie, Owen, Mark, Arizona and Callie.

“You can’t go!” Lexie blurted.

Laughing softly, you pulled you in forna brief hug.

“I need some space, alright? But if you need anything just call me. Especially you Cristina I spoke to the chief about throwing you a few cardio cases here and there.”

Cristina was speechless she opened her mouth but quickly closed it. Then opened it again finally finding the words.

“Thank you so much.” She said softly.

Smiling at her, you bid your byes to all of them, reminding them to stay safe and headed to the doors.

Heading outside, you took a breath and headed towards your car. You had just opened the door when a voice rang out from across the parking lot.

“(Y/N) wait!” Derek pleaded.

You quickly jumped into your car and slammed the door closed, quickly shoving the keys into the ignition. You weren’t ready to face him after what had happened.

You pulled out and drove away, passing Derek at the side of the road, his face fell as you drove past him and you didn’t dare look back.

You decided to travel, go see some other towns and smaller places, wanting to get out the city for a while.

Whoever someone called, you made time to talk to them, all of them besides Derek.

Finally after a nearly two months, you came back, you went back to your apartment spend a few days unwinding.

News spread fast that you were back, everyone came to see you. And after you’d been back for two weeks there was another knock on the door.

Thinking nothing off it, you walked over and opened it, only to come face to face with Derek.

He looked tired, warn down, sad. He had dark circles under his eyes, he had a bit of a beard and his hair was scruffy.

“Hey...” he breathed.

“Hey.” You muttered.

Derek launched forward and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and held you tightly.

“Don’t do that... don’t do that..” he whispered, “I didn’t know if you were safe...”

“I’m sorry... I should’ve let you know I was okay... I was upset...”

Derek smoothed his hand over your head, and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“I’m so sorry, you were right, I know you were. I’m so sorry (Y/N).”

Bringing your hand up, you balled them into the fabric of his shirt and closed your eyes.

“You’re an ass..” you grumbled.

“I know.”

“You an idiot.”

“I know.” He chuckled.

“I love you.”

“I know. I love you too.”

Both of you stood there, just simply holding each other. Yes, you were upset with him, but sometimes you fight with the people you love, and sometimes harsh things are said, but sometimes you can forgive too

[murobrown]

I was tagged by @soberingquiet thank you so much, it was so much fun! :) ♥ 

1: What are you wearing? A tank top, hoodie and sweatpants

2: Ever been in love? No, I don’t think so

3: Ever had a terrible breakup? I’ve never even been in a relationship so...

4: How tall are you? 150 cm

5: How much do you weigh? Too much

6: Any tattoos do you want? I want a small tattoo of my cat somewhere on my hand or arm 

7: Any piercings that you want? No, I’m not that much into piercings

8: OTP? What?

9: Favorite show? Bojack Horseman

10: Favorite band? It is hard to pick just one but I have to say Beatles. They are my ultimate favorite because they are with me the longest :) 

11: Something you miss? Being 13 and happy and confident and comfortable with myself

12: Favorite song? King’s Crossing by Elliott Smith was the first song I thought about now

13: How old are you? 22

14: Zodiac sign? Cancer

15: Hair color? Brown

16: Favorite quote? In many ways I prefer my own company, it gives me time to think. 

17: Favorite singer? I can’t pick just one so there are top 3: Alex Turner, Jake Bugg, Elliott Smith

18: Favorite color? Black

19: Loud music or soft? Loud! Even soft music has to be loud!

20: Where do you go when you’re sad? I don’t really know, I never had such spot...I usually go for a walk because I can’t really cry when I’m around people

21: How long does it take you to shower? Depends if I have to wash my hair or shave. I can be done in 15 minutes when I have to hurry but usually it takes me around 20 - 30 minutes

22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? Not more than 30 minutes

23: Ever been in a physical fight? I used to fight with my brother when we were kids...like A LOT. But it was always just this sibling fight, I never ever got into fight with anyone else

24: Turn on? Any kind of musical talent, confidence, gentleness, right sense of humor, good taste in music and movies

25: Turn off? Spitting on the ground, aggression, rudeness, beards

26: The reason I joined Tumblr? I just really liked Arctic Monkeys

27: Fears? Everything...but number one are doctors, then confrontation with people, failure or being perceived as rude or ignorant or mean or annoying...just being an asshole in someone’s eyes

28: Last thing that made you cry? My fat ugly disgusting body and face

29: Last time you cried? Few nights ago

30: Meaning behind your url? Name of my cat - Muro - and his dominant colour - brown -

31: Last book you read? The Beatles by Lars Saabye Christensen

32: Last song you listened to? Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd

33: Last show you watched? The Inbetweeners

34: Last person you talked to? My mom

35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted? She is my classmate from high school and she is studying in the same city as me and she has a car. I have to move to my dorm next week so I asked her if she is planning to drive there any time soon

36: Favorite food? I don’t know...probably pizza

37: Place you want to visit? Gothenburg or any place in UK

38: Last place you were? I was at my dad’s place in past three days...he lives in a diferent city so it counts hah

39: Do you have a crush? I don’t even know anymore

40: Last time you kissed someone? Never

41: Last time you were insulted and what was it? As I meantioned I was at my dad’s place and yesterday his wife decided not to talk to me at all. I have no idea if I have done something or she was just in a bad mood because everything was fine before....I am not sure if I felt insulted but it was strange

42: What color underwear are you wearing? Black

43: What color shirt are you wearing? It’s dark green I guess

44: What color bottoms are you wearing? Gray

45: Wearing any bracelets? Yeah, when I was cleaning my room like 4 years ago I found this choker bracelet and I put it on for fun but I never really took it off since

46: Last sport you played? Badminton with my mom

47: Last song you sang? I’m Gay by Bowling For Soup

48: Last prank call you remember doing? I never prank called anyone

49: Last time you hung out with anyone? I guess my dad and his wife can count haha

50: Favorite movie? Submarine ♥

Thank you so much again!!! ♥ I am tagging: @whitedeadflower @am-going-back-to-505 @playit0ut @release-the-bat @ahead-of-0urselves @all-across-the-sands @somekeepsakes @artsyhippie @strikingyeosang @owlbeee @agoodafternoon @grargll @imthejoshinthepack ...if you want to of course! :) 

[alrightinbed-betterwithapen]

Clever Little Things — Chapter Five — D. Dobrik x Reader

A/N: so this part was heavily inspired by THIS VIDEO. Also @poisxnyouth was a giant help as always! I hope y’all enjoy! ♥️

Clever Little Things Masterlist

Masterlist

Warnings: Smut, marking, oral, sex, being tied up, masturbation, etc Smut y’all

Summary: You still dislike David, and pissing him off is fun for you. Especially when the night ends like this...

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The rest of the previous night is a blur of fighting tongues, and hands pushed down your jeans, ripping your own orgasm out of you, then feeding you the mess.

He leaves without finishing his edit.

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The trip went on smoothly after that night and conversation with David, expectations were set. But neither of you were afforded a night alone for the rest of your time in Chicago. Things went on as normal: David was still a prick, and you were an asshole right back. He grated on your nerves when you weren’t fucking him, so there were no appearances to keep; you still genuinely disliked him.

It’s especially irking for David when his hometown friends take as quick a liking to you as his LA friends had. Ilya and Dima are delighted in your ability to hold your liquor and Alex loves the jabs you give David. David grins through it all and it makes him livid. He is a direct extension of these people, they formed who he was as person through childhood. But you still didn’t like him?

Yeah, you couldn’t become best buds for sake of appearances, but he thought you’d soften to him a bit by now.

When you don’t, it spurs a level of petty in David he didn’t know he had. He watches his friends accept you with open arms, charmed by the quiet, sharp witted girl. His teeth were sensitive from the grinding by the time they all touch back down in LA well into the evening.

David and some of the crew had been invited to a party in the hills opposite his own home. Apparently there were going to be a bunch of big creators and it actually seemed like some good footage for the next vlog.

David spends the walk out of the plane and to their rides convincing a few people to come out. They could leave right from the airport and Natalie will take a car back to his house with everyone’s shit. Jason reminds David of the vlog he needs to post before tomorrow but that’s not an issue. David’s finished vlogs at parties many times before he explains. He’s snide with his follow up comment,

“And (Y/N) has to be there anyway ‘cause I need clips. She’s a good little worker bee, it’ll be done in no time.”

Jason gives you a side eye, eyebrow quirked, waiting for your response.

“What the fuck ever,” you tell them, making a show of furrowing your brow, “I can finish up both of your vlogs there, Jay. Not a big deal, I’ll dip out when I’m done. Asking would have been nice though, dickface,” you’re scowling at David, moving to throw your shit in the car Natalie was taking back to the house, chucking it on top of Zane’s duffel bags.

“Woooo! Fuck yeah, drunk (Y/N) is the fucking best! You gonna do another keg stand?” Zane’s bellowing as you make your way to David’s Tesla he had stored at the airports private parking garage while they were gone. Zane’s referencing the binge drinking you’d done with Dima three nights ago and how you’d held out for longer upside down over the keg of PBR, making Ilya swell with pride and call his best friend a pussy.

“Yeah, no. I don’t think so,” you laugh to the bearded man draped over your body, patting the arm haphazardly thrown across your shoulders.

“Why?!” Todd’s joining in as you climb to the back of the car, everyone finding their places. “Bet you could make Logan Paul look like a little BITCH, (Y/N)!”

“What the fuck, Logan’s gonna be there?! Why didn’t anyone tell me that! Now I almost don’t wanna go,” David’s groaning as he pulls out of the garage, head thrown back in despair.

“You don’t like Logan?” you’re asking, looking around the car to everyone for explanation, “I figured you’d guys would have a lot in common.”

David’s stare is hardened in the rear view mirror, rage in his brown eyes. He doesn’t even reply. Jason turns from the front seat and laughs loudly at that,

“Yeah, they are pretty similar, aren’t they?”

“Oh yeah, I film dead bodies all the time,” David’s saying, tone light but gaze still burning through you, “but that’s for my private collection.”

That had the car full of people hollering with laughter. You can only smirk at the man before being distracted by your phone for the rest of the ride.

David wants to wipe the look off your face with his dick.

——

The party is what you expected. Loud and annoying with content creators everywhere. David finished his vlog before you’re done, basically ignoring you the entire time if it wasn’t about the edit. You stay a couple extra minutes after the man wanders off with his camera, stuck in the middle of a tricky transition you want to finish before you head out.

Jason’s pulling your headphones down out of nowhere, startling you to look up.

“So, I think things are about to get crazy. Grab your guys’ shit and get ready to go,” he’s ordering, sounding too much like a dad for you to ignore his warning before walking away and into the adjacent room. You shove everything in your giant bag, hauling it over your shoulder before following the way Jason went.

You’re just crossing the entrance way when you see David drop his camera to his side and holler at a tall blond man,

“Don’t compare what I do, to what you do! Go fuck yourself, man!”

“What? I’m gonna call out shitty production value when I see it, bro. Like look at you! You still film everything yourself, you only have one extra angle, and your camera dude isn’t even here! You’re still Vine-ing out here in Hollywood! That’s weak, man,” Logan Paul is laughing in David’s face.

There’s a group of people around them, phones recording. Logan is getting more aggressive with the second and David is following suit. You stand back and watch the scene unfold. David’s lithe form is buzzing and he’s moving closer to the man while continuing to scream,

“Weaker than getting your jaw rocked by KSI, pussy!”

David’s pushing up to go chest to chest with Logan when a man you don’t recognize pushes past the blond and guides David back, trying to calm the brunette as Logan starts yelling even louder, “You don’t even have a mic on your- David! DAVID! You don’t even have a mic on your camera, bro!”

You see Zane recording it all, laughing manically (which means he’s plastered). David’s now ranting to the still unidentified man, pulling away and out of his hold. You can’t hear his words over the volume of the party which had gone up as they realized a fight was happening. Jason is looping around to grab Trisha and Zane, when David turns your way finally.

His face is flushed with anger and he looks almost out of control when your eyes meet. You can only raise your eyebrows and give him a smirk, shaking your head at the dick measuring contest you’d just witnessed.

He’s storming past you, not pausing, and breathes out,

“We’re fucking leaving.”

A giant roll of eyes later, you do a 180 and follow him out. Jason on your heels arguing with Zane about staying when Trisha catches up to you and gives you a smile too big, “That was hot.”

Can you strain your eyes from rolling them? Cause at this rate, you will. David is seated in his car before you guys even make it outside.

Time passes slowly during the drive, you’re listening to the three men banter about what fucking happened with the blonde piping up every once and a while. Zane wanted to stay and thought it was a joke. Jason didn’t want to come in the first place and is just ‘I told you so’-ing all over the place. And Trisha is placating David, telling him he would have totally had Logan.

You say nothing.

There are already some people at the house when you get there and Zane continues to rage. Trisha and Jason are grabbing their shit and are off quickly, you tell them you’ll have the vlogs posted tomorrow.

You’re exhausted and really just wanna go home. And David will never send people home, not that you would ever expect him to. You start to order an Uber and David’s form looms over you before slapping your phone playfully and catching it before it drops to the ground.

“Fuck that. You’re not leaving.”

“David. I’m fucking tired. And-,”

“And you need some of my clips and you haven’t even checked if you can use all the bits. Sit down and let’s finish this shit,” he’s commanding.

He’s right and you begrudgingly find a place near him on the couch and finishing up. His friends still partying are eager to go out somewhere and are ordering their own Uber a half hour after you guys return. They’re begging David to come out but he says he needs to finish the edit. He urges them to go out without him and they oblige easily. Natalie even goes with, leaving you both alone to work.

But he’s still vibrating with adrenaline from the near fight with Logan. It’s obvious from the way his brow stays furrowed and his feet tap nervously on the ground. You find the whole thing funny. David has such first world problems.

“Alright. I’m done. I think I’m gonna order that ride now,” you’re telling him, packing up your stuff and pulling out your phone.

“Nah, I’ll give you a ride. I just need to find music to finish, it can wait.”

“David...” you give the man a look, exasperated tone heavy in your voice.

“Don’t fucking argue with me right now, (Y/N),” he’s hissing though clenched teeth, throwing his laptop to the side on the couch. He rises and you follow, you don’t particularly like taking Uber’s this late, so you listen to the man. Even though the rebellious voice in your head says not to obey.

The ride to your apartment is quiet for a while until you break the silence, wanting to poke the bear a bit.

“So, you were really gonna fight Logan Paul? Really?”

“Don’t even start,” David says, fingers gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“What? I’m just curious as to what the hell happened back there,” you reply, pulling on an overt expression of innocence.

“He’s a fucking cunt. He’s not usually that bad but I think he was fucked up on something. He wouldn’t leave me alone about production value! Like what the fuck?” he’s ranting, playing with the rings on his fingers idly, “He just kept comparing us and I had enough.”

“And your plan was what? Go toe to toe with a dude who has like half a foot on you? Yeah, that would have went well,” you’re laughing, shaking your head at him. He’s side eyeing you, face scrunched in disbelief.

“What? You got a hard on for the guy?” he grits out.

“No. But, like, what makes you better than him? Especially after that shit show.”

“What make me better th- Are you SERIOUS right now? Are you fucking ser-,” David’s crowing, hands fumbling for the auto drive so he can properly turn and unleash on you, hands flying with his words, “You should know enough about that asshole to understand how unalike we are! He has no conscious, he uses everyone around him and he’s a little bitch on top of it. So don’t even-“

“You’re a little bitch too.”

“Why don’t you go fuck him then!” David screams as your eyes widen, shocked for a moment. That’s all he needs though to take in your sudden change from cocky to still as you shake your head No in disgust. He’s smirking when he adds, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. It was my cum dripping off your face five days ago. It was me you were gagging around, you fucking bitch. Remember that! Now. Shut. Up.”

You’re unmoving in your seat at that outburst and obeying him steadily. David is angrier than he’s ever been at you and you momentarily think you fucked up. He’s taking control back of the car and doesn’t look at you again until you arrive to your home. You’re unsure of what to do, but David’s hopping out and grabbing your shit out of the back before you have your seat buckle off. He’s stalking behind you to your apartment and you don’t glance back, nervous to see if David is still as angry as he was.

He is. And that’s apparent as he pushes past you once the door is open and throwing your bags wherever. You barely have the door closed behind you when David is grabbing you around the waist and throwing you over his shoulder. You gasp and start to protest but he doesn’t respond, just continues to your room before throwing you on the bed roughly.

“Take off your shirt.”

Ripping it off your body too quickly at that order, you begin to undress fully, anxious to see where this night goes. You’re both desperate for sex with one another and you think this will be a nice rough session with the way he’s grabbing your discarded shirt and ripping it to shreds, the veins in his arms prominent with the rage flowing through him.

Naked and ready, you watch David crawl on to the bed, moving towards you so that you have to move against your headboard. He grabs your hand and drags it to the post on the bed, beginning to tie your wrist to it.

“What the fuck, David! You can’t-“

“I can stop,” he says, not stilling his movement, gripping the edge of the ripped fabric and pulling it too tight around your wrist. He moves to do the same with your other arm as he continues, “I can untie you and leave. Or, you can take my punishment and I might let you come later.”

His red face hasn’t lessened since his outburst and you’re actually really turned on by how outwardly angry the man has been all night. You think this might be a good outlet for his frustration and honestly, you’re looking forward to the marks he’ll leave on you.

You nod your agreement even though he hadn’t stopped restraining you. He looks pleased as he pulls back to kneel between your bare legs. The smile etched on his lips make your pelvis pulse and you throw your head back. He’s laughing as he begins to kiss up your bare thigh, other hand gripping your hip, nails digging in to bite at skin. You gasp out a soft moan and wiggle in his hold.

“That’s right, baby girl. You better remember who you belong to,” David croons, pulling back and off the bed to undress himself, “I don’t want you even thinking about that fucking blond cunt tonight. You think I’m like him? I bet he can’t pull orgasms out of anyone the way I can out of you, little girl.”

You laugh and pull at your wrists, legs spreading as he climbs back between them. His hands go to press on your thighs, pushing them away as he bends down to suck on your hip, biting and sucking to mark up the skin. You push your pelvis up and his lips trail upwards in response, not going the way you want him too.

His kisses trail up to your breast where he takes a nipple in his mouth sucking and playing with nub while you groan out, “David, mmm, c’mon.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles into your skin as he moves his head to your other breast, repeating the flicks of his tongue that have you crying out. His hands are caressing your sides, soft and sweet before scratching down and repeating the process over and over as his lips make their way up to your neck. All you can do is extend your throat as he paints your neck red with his bites. He’s too close and at the same time too far. He’s pushing his hips into yours for a brief moment, before holding his weight on one arm above you, hovering.

You fucking love that grin on his face.

It promises more, as he lowers himself down and settles between your parted thighs. His hands move to dig his nails into the tops of your thighs then stills, his head tilting to look up at you.

“Punishment, remember?”

He’s explaining, eyes locked to yours as he tears down your thighs, a scream pulling from your throat. You’re blinded by the pain and don’t notice the man move himself further down. It’s when his hands are almost all the way down your legs, you feel his tongue push between your folds and start moving.

The guttural noise that comes out of you might be embarrassing if he wasn’t pushing your legs back and moving his fingers to start caressing you as well. Your hips start lifting up fluidly, pushing up against his face as you turn and bite the pillow to stop you from sounding like a needy whore.

His tongue is flicking around your lips, stopping to suck on your clit every couple moments, while his fingers gather your slick and one slides in smoothly. It’s so good. Your arms contract, trying to jerk down and bury your fingers in his brown locks, but your destroyed t-shirt restrains you, making you cry out in frustration as he adds another finger and crooks them upwards, hitting your g-spot.

It’s torturous not being able to touch David while he eats you out. You just want to move his head and thrust against him. The man loves that you can’t though, breathing out a soft laugh against your heated and damp skin. He’s rolling his tongue around your clit, massaging it greedily when his fingers push up against the bundle of nerves inside you and stop, applying too much pressure. He sucks the nub into his mouth, his free hand going to bruise your thigh with his grip.

You’re about to come, tension building in your stomach and back rising from the bed when he pulls away completely. His face shines in the light of your bedroom and you’re left to shake through your ruined orgasm as he smirks, making a show of licking his lips.

“Fuuuck DAVID!” You scream, yanking at your tied wrists and writhing on the bed at the loss. And the dick has the audacity to laugh at that, pushing his hips flush against your core. He’s so hard, you hadn’t even noticed. The promise of him fucking you makes the anger inside you fade, groaning and arching into the man when he bends to suck on your breast.

“See what you don’t get when you’re being a little bitch, baby girl? I wanted to feel you come around my fingers but you don’t deserve it,” he’s mumbling around your skin, and you can feel him stroke himself against your wet cunt, lining up.

Your head is turning to bite the pillow again as he pushes in, but David’s hand not supporting his weight goes to wrap around your throat, holding you in place and not allowing your gaze to drift from his. It takes your breath away, unable to touch him or hide your face as he starts to thrust in and out.

Your hips are fucking upwards on his downstroke, desperate. It makes him chuckle and groan out lowly, “Yeah baby girl, you wanna fuck yourself on me? Does that feel good for my sweet girl.”

“Yes, daddy,” you snarl, trying to poke at his pet names but it makes him still and an obvious shudder goes down his body. His eyes widen at the words and he leans down to bite your bottom lip too hard before letting it snap back.

“Yeah? YEAH?! I am your daddy, huh? You don’t call me anything else, you understand?” He’s commanding, grip tightening on your throat so that you can only nod out your affirmation instead of speaking it.

He doesn’t stop fucking you, just repositions your thigh around his waist and bends your hip so he can pound in deeper. It’s the combination of him hitting so deep and his nails digging into your throat that has you staring to come again. David’s eyes look panicked as he feels you flutter around him.

He’s reeling back, pulling out and stroking his cock over you rapidly. You yell into the room, head slamming from side to side in utter frustration; you just wanna come, you just wanna come around him.

His warm come hits your stomach, his grunts overpowering your screams as he pulls the last of the feeling from himself until he’s too sensitive. He’s so gross, hand coming down to rub the come into your skin, drawing patterns into your stomach. You mewl ‘daddy’ pathetically at the touch, looking down to watch, just as enraptured as David was in the act.

He’s breathing hard still, the sticky mess fascinating him when he scoops some up and shoves it in your hung open mouth. You’re so wanton, sucking it off his fingers and then massaging the digits like his dick is in your mouth.

He pulls them out and slaps you cheeks fondly, an evil grin plastered on his face. Then he’s untying your wrists letting them fall limply to the duvet before standing up and off the bed, pulling on his discarded pants. You’re so confused when he leans against your dresser across from the bed and crosses his arms.

“Finish yourself off.”

You’re just staring at him in shock, “You’re not going to help me?!”

“No. You were bad, baby girl. I said I’d let you come, I didn’t say I’d do it for you. Now, let daddy see you come.”

He’s ordering, eyes staring at the wet mess your pussy had become. You moan and immediately start rubbing at yourself, two fingers pushing into your heat while you work over your clit.

“That’s it, baby. Does that feel good, are you gonna come around your fingers for me?” he’s narrating as you stare into his eyes, pulling pleasure from yourself with each twist of your wrist and flick of your fingers over your sweet spot. You’re breathing is quickening and you can’t help moaning out,

“Daddy, please. I wanna come for you, I wanna be good for you. Please just touch me.”

“No.”

“Pleeeease,” you’re trailing off, falling back against your bed, heat uncurling through your body as you come. The notion of being abandoned to take care of yourself is pushing you over the edge. Your hips jerk onto your fingers and you hear David cuss through his teeth as your body bends and contorts from your orgasm. You can’t think at all when he croons out,

“That’s daddy’s girl.”

When your legs stop shaking and you can think about anything other than David’s tongue and fingers and cock, you feel him sit next to you. His hand caresses your side as you’d turned over during your writhing.

“You’re so good for me. Maybe next time we can play together... If you can manage to tamp down on being a bitch in the future,” David’s whispering softly to you, kissing your shoulder and moving off the bed. You grunt out a short ‘fuck you’ as you hear him laugh down your hallway and out your front door.

His come is still drying on your stomach when his text rolls in,

Send me a picture of your thighs, I wanna jerk off to my marks tomorrow.

——

[smilesthroughfandoms]

Every Single Star vs. the Forces of Evil episode in one sentence or less

I’ll probably post a more in depth-review later this week, as I have opinions literally no one wants to hear but I will proclaim anyway, and then I’ll probably also due a revision of my ‘Past Queens Connection to Star’ post from way back in season 2. Cause that needs an update.

Anyway, enjoy!

Star Comes to Earth: Princess Cinnamon Roll that Could Kill you comes to earth and meets Misunderstood Safe Kid.

Party With a Pony: Spoopy Wardens hunt for the glitter pony while Star gets ice for Marco’s sweaty back.

Matchmaker: In which we learn it was probably a bad idea to give Star the wand in the first place.

School Spirit: Star misunderstands football and Marco tries to get Ferguson to blow his whistle not in that way.

Monster Arm: “Not my bowels! I love my bowels!”

The Other Exchange Student: Star is jealous of the meatball man from Bakersfieldville.

Cheer Up Star: “It’s supposed to be ironic!”

Quest Buy: Very accurate depiction of what it is like to work in retail.

Diaz Family Vacation: Both Marco and Star see new sides of their dads but that’s not necessarily a good thing

Brittney’s Party: Star and Marco party on a bus that Ludo hijacks

Mewberty: Star gets horny and snares boys in her web but not in that way

Pixtopia: Marco messed up and Alfonso marries Ferguson’s rebound

Lobster Claws: “… You can’t eat children.” “Really? Not even the annoying ones?”

Sleep Spell: “Camera Phooone!”

Blood Moon Ball: We’re suppose to ship them now, right?

Fortune Cookies: Love is never the answer kids

Freeze Day: Father Time offers Star and Marco some mud before riding away on his wheel-mobile pulled by giant time-hamsters I am not making this up.

Royal Pain: King Santa Claus destroy mini-golf

St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses: Princess Prison sure is a nightma–OH MY GOD ARE THOSE CLUBS?!

Mewnipendence Day: No wonder monsters hate Mewmans so much.

The Banagic Wand: Star still doesn’t get Earth and like all of us, Marco is always hungry.

Interdemensional Field Trip: Miss Skullnick fears the “Big Change” while Marco sends Jackie cat memes

Marco Grows a Beard: Ludo is out, Toffee is in, and Marco will probbaly be terrified of beards forever

Storm the Castle: “SURPRISE!”

My New Wand!: DIP DOOOWN

Ludo in the Wild: Wait, since when did Ludo become badass?

Mr. Candle Cares: “Star and I have recently become smooch buddies… On the lips.”

Red Belt: Marco searches for a meaning in life and Star searches for hammer.

Star on Wheels: *epic remix of Marco saying Star is in trouble*

Fetch: Marco can’t open juice and Star runs away from her problems and sending thank you cards

Star vs. Echo Creek: Star gets high and destroys a police car

Wand to Wand: Both Ludo and Star are terrible at magic also major ship tease

Starstruck: Star and her idol Sailor Super Saiyan destroy a park and Marco is 100002% done with this shit

Camping Trip: King Butterfly has a mid-life crisis and tries to control an eagle

Starsitting: They’re gonna be great parents some day.

On the Job: Buff Dad is best dad and buff babies are adorable

Goblin Dogs: “You might think this line is long, but listen to my goblin song!~”

By the Book: Ludo and Star still suck at magic and Glossaryck is a bigger troll than Alex Hirsch

Game of Flags: And I thought my family was dysfunctional...

Girls’ Day Out: Janna is back and is still awesome btw

Sleepover: “TRUTH! STAR HAS A CRUSH ON MA–” *cue fandom freakout*

Gift of the Card: R.I.P.  Rasticore Chaosus Disastorvayne… He couldn’ get his fucking chainsaw to work

Friendenemies: Star becomes one with Christmas tree while Tom and Marco go on a date and sing a romantic pop ballad.

Is Mystery: Meatfork is apparently a family name and Ludo is really starting to freak me out tbh

Hungry Larry: “He’s still hungry…”

Spider with a Top Hat: He tries and he is awesome and that’s all that matters

Into the Wand: SPAAAAADESS!!!

Pizza Thing: Marco is OCD about mushroom and Pony Head buys skinny jeans

Page Turner: Moon, how did you miss Toffee in the orb he was right there!

Naysaya: Marco is a mood in this episode

Bon Bon the Birthday Clown: Honestly my favorite episode overall

Raid the Cave: Glossaryck is the true neutral asshole.

Trickstar: Weird Al is a treasure and I’ll mes up anyone who makes Marco cry!

Baby: Aw, look at the little deadly baby, I love her!

Running With Scissors: Marco gets a new edition to his shipping harem and she is so cute!

Mathmagic: Why did the chicken cross the road?

The Bounce Lounge: Marco is definitely the mom friend.

Crystal Clear: The Chancellor guy is amazing and Rhombulus just needs a hug and wAS THAT ECLIPSA IN THE BACKGROUND?

The Hard Way: “SURPRISE!” 2.0

Heinous: Oh, so that’s how Marco got all that money.

All Belts Are Off: This is the negative side of “Pro-tag teen hangs out with older adult figure” trope done splendidly

Collateral Damage: Marco how do you not know what a possum is?

Just Friends: I’m fine! *blows up sign to prove just how fine I am*

Face the Music: This song is actually a banger

Star Crushed: Looking back, I’m starting to think the writing peaked at this episode....

BATTLE FOR MEWNI EDITION!!!!!

Return to Mewni: This is… just an exposition filler. Not much else to say….

Moon the Undaunted: B4! B4! B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4!

Book Be Gone: Seriously, did Glossy take trolling lessons from Alex Hirsch this is hilarious!

Marco and the King: This is the  “Pro-tag teen hangs out with older adult figure” done slightly better

Puddle Defender: Aw, look at the little buff babies, they’re getting so big!

King Ludo: The mime stole the show.

Toffee: Yeah, I think the writing peaked somewhere around here...

Scent of Hoodie: Huh, so Ponyhead can be written as likeable, who would’ve thought?

Rest in Pudding: The colors are not doing the censors any favor here, huh?

Club Snubbed: I literally yelled “Phrasing!” whenever they dropped the title

Stranger Danger: Is she the new antagonist of the series? I can’t tell

Demoncism: Tom is a wonderful baby boy and Ponyhead is written as likeable, part 2!

Sophmore Slump: *sobbing* Jackie deserved better, dang it!

Lint Catcher: I’m starting to wonder if there is any competant authority figure in Mewni

Trial by Squire: I think the writers were all like” You think these guys will ship anyone with Marco?” and decided to test that theory.

Princess Turdina: I got more lore out of this episode than I thought I would.

Starfari: Welp, she makes me uncomfortable.

Sweet Dreams: *Sailor Moon-ing intensifies*

Lava Lake Beack: Proof that this fandom will ship anyone with Marco at the slightest inclanation

Death Peck: Rich Pigeon is my new favorite birb and Ponyhead is written as likeable for the third time

Ponymonium: Well, it was nice while it lasted.

Night Life: The writers made so many new ships they had to get rid of an old one!

Deep Dive: “Chicken butt”

Monster Bash: Well, that explains the cheekmarks.

Stump Day: I think they just made an episode based around a picture from that bookcover.

Holiday Special: *insert every cheesy Christmas/Holiday episode trope here*

The Bog Beast of Boggabah: The title is fun to say and the episode is average at best.

Total Eclipsa the Moon: Seriously, I’m supposed to think she’s an ultimate villain.

Butterfly Trap: In which we are all Sean, don’t lie we were all him at the end

Ludo, Where Art Thou?: Dennis is best brother, hands down.

Is Another Mystery: *sniff* I got more emotional over this episode than anyone else did and I’m not sure how I feel about that

Marco Jr.: I… I just… Why? What’s the point?

Skooled!: Epic advertisment fakeout combined with wonderful character development and lore with a shock ending makes a 8/10 episode.

Booth Buddies: Old Man McGucket ships Starco, proceed to react accordingly

Bam Ui Pati!: Ponyhead is kinda likeable in this episod–nevermind she’s back.

Tough Love: Oh man, it’s happening! It’s happening guys here we go!

Divide: We are going to war everybody–And they’re all dead. That was quick.

Conquer: They should have paid Alex HIrsch to voice Glossaryck at this point, it’d be more in character for him.

Butterfly Follies: Proof that someone will always complain about politics no matter what.

Escape from the Pie Folk: Is anyone else disturbed by the fact that he kinda resembles Eclipsa more than Festivia?

Moon Remembers: I was expecting a freakout but was pleasantly surprised

Swim Suit: I’m starting to get a bad feeling about Rhombulus

Ransomgram: Why is everyone in this dimesnion hot?!

Lake House Fever: She’s a good mom

Yada Yada Berries: They missed an opportunity to have a Seinfeld actor guest-star, just saying

Down by the River: I’m glad that she can relax

The Ponyhead Show!: And Ponyhead is offically no longer likeable, can someone toss her into an abyss please?

Surviving the Spiderbites: SpiderSlime is canon proceed to react accordingly

Out of Buisness: How did this place go out of buisness???

Kelly's World: Man, they’re really setting these non-Starco ships up to fail, huh?

Curse of the Blood Moon: Pfft, yeah, sure, Starco won’t be canon at all!

Princess Quasar Caterpillar and the Magic Bell: I think Ludo has the most consistent character arc out of the entire show’s history.

Ghost of Butterfly Castle: Moon, Star is your daughter and Star supports Eclipsa, why would you not tell her?

Cornball: This episode has a heartwarming lesson that I hope more people come to realize

Meteora's Lesson: I’ll take any Toffee scenes I can get

The Knight Shift: I honestly don’t remember what happened n this episode

Queen-Napped: Seriously, can someone please dropkick Ponyhead into an abyss?

Junkin' Janna: The JanTom interaction I’ve been waiting for

A Spell with No Name: These types of episodes stopped being charming awhile ago

A Boy and His DC-700XE: I think Tomco has more ground to stand-on then Starco at this point

The Monster and The Queen: Don Panchito voices Globgor! There’s hope for this show yet!

Cornonation: They’re the best couple/parents/anything around!

Doop-Doop: I honestly think Rick just put Morty through some flux-capacitor or something

Britta's Tacos: Hey, remember these people that we suddenly brought back? No? Me neither!

Beach Day: This feels like a Season 1 episode and it’s nice

Gone Baby Gone: I want a TV show aout them now! Disney, please!

Sad Teen Hotline: Mr. Diaz is way to invested in Star’s love life.

Jannanigans: Hello last minute Janna character development!

Mama Star: So that’s how Mewni came to be--and I don’t care anymore

Ready, Aim, Fire!: Let’s get that finale ball rolling people!

The Right Way: Ok, that spell is actually pretty badass.

Here to Help: There, Starco’s finally canon will you guys just shut up now!

Pizza Party: Moon you idiot you ruined everything!

The Tavern at the End of the Multiverse: Toffee was right all along... I think we all knew that in some way

Cleaved: I expect nothing substanial and that’s what I got

[davidcarner]

Sarah vs The Unexpected Life, Ch 5, The General Speaks

A/N Guys, you all are amazing. I never thought I’d see a response like this. Fair warning, this chapter was planned much different, but it took a life of it’s own. Only about 20 % of what I planned to do got done. In fact, I even had to change the title. I hope you enjoy the General Speaks

The knock on the door was insistent. The door opened a crack and an eye looked out, the chain still holding the door open.

“Casey, let us in,” Morgan said.

“What are you doing here, Grimes?” Casey asked. Morgan looked at Alex and swallowed. Alex nodded to go ahead.

“Well, see, Alex and I, we were-”

“He’s probably doing the same thing there that I was here, Johnny,” came the voice behind him. Casey looked at Alex, who’s eyes got huge. She looked shocked for a second and then smiled at her dad.

“Let us in, Dad, before they figure out we’re all over here.” Casey had to admit his daughter made some sense. Her taste in men was questionable, but who was he to judge. As long as the bearded gnome made her happy. Ugh, were those lady feelings? Casey opened the door.

“Well, seems like if I’m the kettle, you’re the pot,” Morgan said, feeling proud of himself.

“Your girlfriend’s dad knows many ways to hurt you, and leave very few marks.” Carina said. Casey grunted at Carina, smiling. “Casey, don’t grunt at me that way in front of the kids.”

“Okay, changing subjects,” Alex said before she learned things she could never unlearn. “Sarah’s car is still at work, Chuck’s car is parked outside, is Operation Charah successful?”

“Not according to the general,” Casey said. “Operation Charah is only successful when her objectives are filled.”

“What exactly are her objectives, Casey” Morgan asked.

“She’s on her way over her now to explain it to all of us,” Casey replied as there was a knock on the door. Casey opened it and saw Emma carrying Clara. Alex held her hands out as soon as she saw the baby, and Casey noticed Morgan looked a little worried. Emma came in and was followed by Molly who was right behind her. “Remember Grimes, those things you do with my daughter can lead to one of those,” Casey said where only he could hear. Morgan’s eyes got very wide. Casey gave off a pleased grunt. Carina leaned into his ear, knowing what he had said.

“Maybe you shouldn’t forget that either,” she said, and leaned back as Casey whipped his head around with an identical look as Morgan. “What are our orders, General?” Emma looked down at Molly.

“It’s very simple, until my Mommy and Daddy are married, Operation Charah proceeds,” Molly said smiling. Morgan looked at Casey to make sure he heard clearly. Casey shrugged.

“Just so we’re on the same page here, General, Daddy is…”

“Chuck,” Molly said like Morgan was stupid. Casey grunted happily at that. “He’s been so good to me, and I love him. I need him in my life, and Mommy does too. Anyone can see they love each other.” Emma laughed.

“She’s right, you know,” Emma said. “And, be ready for a fight with those two. They’ll use ‘complicated’ as a reason every time. Work, there’s the children to think about, Chuck’s lack of confidence, Sarah will be scared to rush things because they haven’t known each other long enough, there will be a million excuses, but the truth is, when you know, you know, and deep down, these two know.”

“They make each other better,” Molly said. “Oh, and I also want a little brother, so that’s part of Operation Charah as well.” Everyone tried to hide their laughter, except Casey who looked queasy.

“General, that’s not something you can usually order someone to do,” Casey said, trying to get out of this. Molly pouted.

“Mr. John, please,” Molly asked, looking sad. Casey groaned.

“Never thought you’d be taking orders from someone so short, huh, Casey?” Morgan asked. Casey shook his head.

“Never.” Casey looked over at Carina. “Which do you think is going to be easier, finding a new IT guy or this?”

“An IT guy, or Piranha?” Carina asked, looking at Morgan. Morgan gulped. Casey turned, an evil grin on his face.

“You’re in the nerd world, Grimes, ever heard of Piranha?” Morgan looked like he was about to pass out.

“I mean you hear rumors, I’m sure they’re all urban legends,” he said, adjusting his shirt collar for more air.

“Morgan, you’re trembling,” Carina said, moving towards him. Alex gave her a look, but nodded to go ahead. “Do you know Piranha? Is Chuck, Piranha?”

“That’s preposterous,” Morgan said. “I have no idea who Piranha is.” Carina looked like she was about to move in, when Alex shook her head. She leaned forward and whispered something in his ear. “Chuck Bartowski is Piranha, and the stories aren’t even close to true. He can do so much more.” He turned to Alex, his eyes shining. “Did I do good?” Alex nodded and smiled. Casey grunted, disgusted.

“So what do we do?” Emma asked, worried about Chuck.

“Nothing,” Casey said. “Walker would have our heads if we had him join.”

“Why can’t Daddy work with Mommy?” Molly asked. Emma started to say something but decided to save her breath.

“He’s scared for Clara.”

“Isn’t Mommy worried about me?”

“Molly, have you seen your mommy?” Carina asked. “She’s amazing, no one can hurt her.”

“Then that’s how we fix it,” Molly said. Everyone was confused. “Mommy and Daddy live together, and that way my whole family is safe.” Casey and Carina shared a look. They both thought and thought. Morgan looked at Alex, she shrugged.

“Guys,” Morgan began hesitantly. “Tell me why her plan wouldn’t work, but because I can’t see why not.”

“Well, if you can get them to agree to live together, it actually is pretty good. The problem is where? That apartment isn’t big enough for the five of them,” Casey said, wondering how the five year old was the smartest kid in the room.

“Chuck’s house is huge,” Morgan said quietly. “It was paid off by the insurance after Ellie’s and Devon’s deaths. It has five bedrooms, one of them has been converted to an office, and one is a play room. Only three of them have beds. One has a single, one has a toddler and a crib, and the third is the queen size that use to be Ellie’s and Devon’s.”

“What’s my bed look like?” Molly asked. Morgan raised an eyebrow. “The toddler bed.”

“Well, I kinda bought it and decorated it knowing that Clara would need it soon, it’s a Star Wars bed.”

“What’s Star Wars?” Morgan’s mouth dropped.

“We have to fix this, now,” Morgan said to Alex. She calmed him down.

“It would be better for them if we were close by,” Casey said.

“There is a duplex for sale next door to his house,” Morgan said. Carina and Alex smiled. “I mean it would be for the mission,” Morgan said to Alex, who nodded. If she said anything she would burst out laughing.

“There is no way you’re moving in with my daughter, Grimes.”

“No problem Casey, you and I will just live together,” Morgan said, smiling. Casey turned to his daughter.

“You know I love you,” he said in a choked voice.

“It’s okay, Dad, I would enjoy living with Morgan, and if it makes you feel any better you can just tell yourself it’s for the mission,” Alex said, trying not to laugh at her father.

“That fixes one problem, but if Bartowski starts working for us, what about his company?” Casey asked

“You mean Intersect Games, where the minds of Bartowski and Grimes meet?” Morgan asked. He shrugged. “It’s not like there’s much going on there.”

“Morgan, what do we not know that we should?” Carina asked. Morgan looked a little disappointed.

“Chuck’s good at making video games, he is, but he’s so much better at hacking and encryption and all that stuff. We’re doing okay, but we’re small, our receptionist is part of the State Work Release program for crying out loud. Chuck is amazing, but it’s just the two of us, really,” Morgan looked a little depressed.

“I’m just spitballing here,” Alex began. “But, why not merge the two companies. There’s plenty of room in the Burton Industries building. IF, Chuck worked as the IT guy, that would free Skip, who would love to work on video games,” Morgan had to agree to that. “And, every job wouldn’t be about hacking. He could work on games, computer protection, that kind of stuff.”

“That’s for Walker and Bartowski to decide, but that makes a whole lot sense,” Casey agreed.

“Are we really doing this to those two?” Emma asked.

“Doing what?” Morgan asked. “We won’t force them, but we can encourage and push them along. Emma, I’ve known Chuck forever, and he’s taken nearly nine years to move on from Jill, if we wait for them, we may all be dead. Sarah has her eyes locked on two things until she saw Chuck, work, and Molly. Besides, we’re doing it for the children,” Morgan said.

“'Ren,” Clara said. Everyone looked at the little girl in surprise. She giggled and clapped her hands together.

“Operation Charah is a go,” Molly said.

“No, it can’t be Operation Charah,” Morgan said. “They would figure that out.” Molly nodded. “How about Project OMAHA? Objective Married And Happy Always.” Molly nodded.

“Now I have to go get Mommy and Daddy to drive me to school.” With that, she turned and left.

“You all will do constant surveillance on her when she starts to date, right?” Emma asked the rest of the group. They all nodded and watched Emma leave.

}o{

Casa de Walker (formerly Bartowski) approximately 5 min ago

Sarah thought about what her daughter just said. She was terrified, not because she was terrified about what her daughter suggested. No, she realized she actually liked that idea. That’s what terrified her. She had no idea how to date someone. The look on Chuck’s face was terror. She just wasn’t sure if it was because of what Molly had said, or Chuck was worried that it would upset or push Sarah away.

“I’ll deal with this later,” Sarah mumbled a little louder than she meant. She saw Chuck’s face and eyes were troubled for just a second and then nodded. She rebuked herself silently. He had taken that the wrong way. “I have a big appointment this morning,” she said as cheerfully and casually as she could. She went into her closet. “I’m going to be lazy and take these clothes into the bathroom and let the hot water knock any wrinkles out of them.” She pulled out a purple button up blouse and a black skirt that went down just to the top of her knees. She walked out and held them over her. “Professional enough?”

“Who’s the client?” Chuck asked. “Not that I need to know, but if I did I could give you a more informed answer-”

“Chuck,” Sarah said smiling. “I get it, you’re spiraling, I’ll tell you if I can’t tell you, okay?” Chuck nodded. “It’s a Mrs. McNeally. She and some other teachers had money in a company that held a part of their retirement fund. The company has been hit with some ransom type virus and can’t get their money out.” Chuck’s face look troubled.

“I had a Mrs. McNeally in the fifth grade as a teacher,” Chuck said softly. “If it’s her, she’ll love it. Please fix this for her, she deserves better than that.” Sarah nodded, afraid to speak. This guy, he cared, he kept putting others first, he was making her feel things she didn’t know if she ever felt. She got her things, walked to the doorway, and thought she ought to fix something from earlier. She walked over, bent down and got within an inch of his lips, staring into his eyes.

“Chuck,” she said softly. “I misspoke earlier. I meant we’ll take care of it later. It’s been me for so long, you kind of get use to just saying it. I’m sorry.” She leaned in and kissed him. It was short, but there was a WHOLE lot there. She pulled away smiling.

“You know if that’s the way you apologize, I look forward to all of your apologies.” She raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Wait until I’m not apologizing,” she said and walked over to the door, when Emma appeared.

“I’m going to take Clara and Molly over to see the gang at Casey’s if you two don’t mind,” Emma said.

“Who’s the gang?” Chuck asked.

“Casey, Carina, Alex, and probably Morgan,” Sarah answered. Chuck began to chuckle. Emma waved and the three left. Sarah turned back to Chuck, smirking. “What, don’t want to be judged taking the walk of shame?”

“Mrs. Walker, I don’t know who came up with that phrase, but 1. Nothing happened, 2. If it did why would there be any shame?” Sarah smiled.

“I like you, Chuck.”

“I’m rather fond of you myself.”

“I’m going to shower, make yourself at home.”

“I’m going to assume I should stay out of the bathroom until you’re done.” Sarah smirked.

“I’ll let you make that decision, but I will remind you, I am ex-CIA.” Chuck gulped.

“Noted.” Sarah laughed and left. Chuck looked around the room, it wasn’t his anymore, but there was still something about it. He got up headed into the kitchen, and saw breakfast had been made. He grabbed a plate, sat down, and began to eat. He heard the shower stop and shortly Sarah walked out, in a full bath robe.

“Thought I should eat before I get dressed.” Chuck nodded toward the food when the door opened. In came Molly, followed by Emma. Clara was squirming in her arms and Emma put her on the floor. “Are you coming to see me, Clara?” Sarah asked. Clara clapped, and stood up. Sarah crouched down on the floor and held her hands out. Chuck dropped his bacon as he saw Clara get herself up and took a few steps toward Sarah. She started to tumble when Sarah snatched her and gave her a big hug.

“Mama,” she said. Chuck had gotten off the stool, crouched like Sarah, a few feet away, tears running down his face. Clara saw him and reached toward him. Sarah let her go, and she walked six hurried steps to Chuck, who grabbed her in his arms. “Dada,” she said, and Chuck openly sobbed. Sarah didn’t understand until he spoke.

“Thank God,” he said through his sobs. “I didn’t mess you up.” Sarah put her arms around both of them, and then Molly, not wanting to be left out, came and gave them all a group hug. Chuck could have sworn he heard it, but maybe it was in his mind, but the word came through loud and clear. Awesome.

}o{

“So she had never taken a step before?” Sarah asked, a little surprised. Chuck shook his head. Sarah was driving again, and Chuck found he really didn’t care.

“No, the therapist said with these kind of cases, sudden changes in the family, trauma, all those types of things, can affect development. Not that there’s anything wrong with learning to walk at even 18 months, but it can slow them down. Of course, I thought worst case.” Sarah gave him a tight smile, took his hand and squeezed it.“

"Mama!” Clara yelled from the back seat. Sarah wanted to grin, but she knew she shouldn’t.

“Chuck, about that,” she began.

“Maybe I should let her call me Dad,” Chuck admitted. “Ellie and Awesome would be fine with it, I know.”

“I don’t mean to speak ill of the dead, but was he that awesome?” Chuck smiled.

“He was even awesome brushing his teeth,” Chuck replied. Sarah laughed. Chuck looked down, worried. Sarah squeezed his hand for him to talk. “The therapist also said that when she did respond positively that as long as it was healthy I should try and keep her in that environment as much as possible.” Sarah gave him a glance grinning. Chuck blushed, but kept going. “She even suggested I might date, and get out of my funk.” Sarah fought the grin on her face, but lost. “What I’m trying to say, Sarah, is that you’re good for her…and me,” he added in a whisper. “Thank you.” She grinned at him.

“You’re good for me and Molly,” she replied. “Thank you.” She pulled up the hand she was holding, kissed it, and winked at him.

“Mama!” Clara yelled. Sarah looked at Chuck who shrugged. She looked in the review mirror at Clara.

“What?” she asked. Clara giggled and babbled something at her. Chuck shook his head, Clara had been more responsive and expressive in the past two days than the past three months.

“This isn’t fair,” Molly said. “She gets to call you Mama, but I can’t call him Daddy.” Sarah couldn’t help herself.

“She’s got a point,” Sarah admitted. Chuck looked at her.

“You’d let your daughter call some guy you’ve only known for 2 days, Daddy?”

“Chuck, honestly, if you and I are never are a thing, are you still going to be in her life?”

“If you’d let me, yeah.” Sarah shrugged with his answer. Chuck looked at her, but she wasn’t helping. He decided to end this, here and now.

“Molly, you realize by calling me that, that changes our relationship, right?” Chuck asked. Molly looked confused. “I wouldn’t just be your friend. I would be a parent first, the same way your mom is.” Sarah looked in the rearview mirror and gave her daughter a look. She just smiled back. Sarah had a bad feeling this wasn’t going to go the way Chuck hoped. “You understand that I would have to tell you no, like your mom. Make decisions you wouldn’t like?”

“So if I call you Daddy, I am basically agreeing to what you just said, right?” Molly asked. Chuck nodded, pleased with himself. He looked at Sarah, but the look on her face and her slightly shaking his head left him confused. He had just defused the entire situation. He had figuratively stopped the bomb.

“Okay, Daddy, I understand.” Sarah burst into laughter seeing Chuck’s face.

}o{

They had dropped the two children off with minimal fuss, although Molly did tell Mrs. Wood Chuck was her Daddy. Chuck went to explain, but Mrs. Wood was giggling too hard. Sarah was no help as she linked her arm through Chuck’s and said they should get home and get him out of yesterday’s clothes. Chuck went quite red, and Mrs. Wood’s giggles left, and full out hysterical laughter replaced it.

“Sorry if I embarrassed you,” Sarah said. Chuck had been quiet the entire ride. Chuck looked up at her, and shook his head, as if drawn out of his thoughts.

“Sorry, I was thinking about Mrs. McNeally,” Chuck replied. “Maybe I should come to that meeting and listen in on what’s going on. Kind of just be a free advisor.” Sarah gave him a smiled.

“Chuck, you want Clara to be safe. That’s exactly the sort of stuff you shouldn’t be doing.”

“But, Molly’s safe,” Chuck retorted. Sarah gave him a, “well, duh,” look. “If someone came after Clara you’d protect her, right?” Sarah thought about giving him the safe answer, but for some reason that wasn’t enough. She took his hand.

“Like she was my own,” she answered.

“So, what’s the problem?”

“I don’t live with you,” she replied. Although the therapist did say that keeping her surroundings the same would be best for Clara.

“Oh,” Chuck said, having not thought of that.

“That being said, since apparently you’re now my child’s father, and I’m your’s mother, feel free to stop by any time,” she said. “I’ll even leave the Morgan door unlocked for you,” she said softly, waggling her eyebrows at him.

“I can’t believe you,” he said, sounding insulted. Sarah was a little surprised. It was more of the same flirting they had been doing. “Taking the Chuck Bartowski eyebrow dance and trying to turn it into your own!” Chuck crossed his arms like he was pouting. Sarah now understood he was playing and went along

“You named the eyebrow dance as yours?”

“I didn’t name it,” Chuck said, like he was explaining something to a child. Sarah looked over at him, her mouth open. “Those that saw it gave it the name,” he replied as suavely as he could.

“Pbbbth.” Chuck’s mouth dropped open as they pulled into the driveway.

“I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but I am sorry. Know I am not responsible for your actions.”

“Bring. It.” And Chuck hit her with the eyebrow dance. Sarah yawned.

“I mean it was okay,” she said getting out of the car. How does that nerdy eyebrow dance make me want to tackle him?

“Well, that proves it,” Chuck said. “It was what I was afraid of.”

“What’s that?” Sarah said as he led her around front, and she stopped. It was a white house, a picket fence, and a red door. She hadn’t even been paying attention to the house during their verbal sparring.

“You okay?” Chuck asked. Sarah nodded.

“I love it,” she said. Chuck looked at her questioningly.

“Hmm, could it be I was wrong?” Chuck asked, grinning. Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Since you were immune to the eyebrow dance I assumed you just weren’t human, but if you love this house,” and he hit her with the eyebrow dance again. She bumped his shoulder with hers. “Nope, alien.” Sarah laughed. “Fifty cent tour?” Sarah nodded.

As Chuck showed her around, she found herself thinking how big this was for Chuck and Clara, but it would be perfect for the five of them, or even one or two more. She thought the girls could share the one room, Emma could have her own room, and the master bedroom…she fought the blush that threatened to rise.

“Let me get a shower, and changed, and well scoot,” he said. “Make yourself at home, and know, I have no CIA training if you decide to come in the bathroom while I’m in there, but I can scream in a very effeminate way.” Sarah laughed at him, and as he turned, she grabbed his arm, causing him to turn in surprise. She pulled him in for a kiss. Chuck swore he heard colors with that one. When she let him go, he was a bit wobbly.

“Hurry back,” she said softly, and turned to head downstairs. She swore she heard him mumble something about “not worrying about the hot water,” as she left. She explored downstairs and took a long look at his office. It felt like him. It was him. “Chuck Bartowski, what am I gonna do with you, and what are you doing to me?”

“I could ask you the same question,” he said softly from behind. She spun and saw him in jeans, button up shirt and his chucks.

“Casual Friday?”

“Yeah, but when you’re the owner, and you don’t have any clients, every day is casual Friday. But back to your question…”

“I don’t have an answer.”

“Me either, but it’s more than just me and you.” Chuck replied. Sarah nodded

“Let me be honest, part of me loves the fact your daughter is calling me Mama and my daughter is calling you Daddy. There’s another part that is scared to death. Part of me says screw it, let’s throw this thing into overdrive, and a part that says take it slow, and I don’t know which is which, or what I should do.”

“Thank God!” Chuck said, feeling relief. “I feel the EXACT same way!” Sarah stepped up to him.

“What do we do?”

“Why don’t we spend the weekend together, as a family? It’s Friday, let’s do movies tonight, Disney tomorrow or Sunday, or a park, or whatever, and see how it goes. Sunday, we talk.”

“Where?”

“My place is bigger.”

“Is this one long weekend, or is there a curfew?”

“I promise to be a gentleman if you stay, but I would understand if you didn’t.”

“What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman?” Sarah asked softly. Chuck’s brain nearly exploded. She patted his face and then kissed him softly on the lips. “I’m so sorry I enjoy doing that to you. Come one, let’s get to work.”

A/N hehehehehehe Ain’t I a stinker…

[pedroscurls]

Title: You’re Safe With Me

@sginger1995​ requested: Could you do a story where a new resident moves into max's building and she has an ex thats abusive that she had kids with and max starts acting like a dad for them and a husband for the new resident?

Character(s): Max and Reader Summary: Max didn’t expect for you, the new tenant, to be newly divorced with two young children. However, the more time he spent with you, the more he realized that you had taken him out of the walls and shown him a world that he always knew he could live.  Word Count: 2,465 Warning: Fluff! Mention of domestic abuse!!  Author’s Note: Ahh!!! I have been waiting so long to write this request. If anyone that knows me knows that Max is my #1 weakness (Denny coming in a close second). He is bae and one of my favorite characters that JDM has played. I know. Something must be wrong with me, right? Anyway, @sginger1995, thank you so so much for requesting this! I loved the idea behind it and I couldn’t wait to start writing! I hope you enjoy it! :-)

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You were waiting for a sign from the universe to tell you to pack up and leave. The bruises and scars that covered your body was enough of a sign, but you never realized it until your ex-husband almost killed you. You two children were staying with your parents while you left to go to New York to find a new home.

The divorce was finalized. The restraining order had been issued. Though, the nightmares never ceased. You hoped New York would bring a positive change into your life and the lives of your two children.

Then, you saw it. There was an ad in the paper for a newly renovated apartment that had an amazing view. You hoped that it was in your budget.

You decided to check out the apartment spontaneously. Dressed in a casual loose, spaghetti strapped, pastel yellow dress, you hitched a cab and told the man the address of your potential new home.

After paying the driver the needed fee, plus tip, you exited the yellow car and looked up at the building. It was tiny and unlike the large building in the city of New York. However, when you turned around, your breath was taken away at the sight of the amazing view of the bridge. You knew your kids would love it.

Stepping into the building, you took the old-fashioned elevator to the designated floor. Once the elevators stopped, you opened the doors and stepped out. Glancing back at the paper in hand, you heard the sound of a machine cutting wood nearby. Deciding to follow the noise, your flip flops quietly padded against the hardwood floor.

You noticed the door was open and took that as an invite to step inside. You looked around; it was big and just the right size for you and your two children. The three large windows casted a natural light to illuminate the home, but not without admiring the view.

Suddenly, you were brought back to life when the noise ceased and you heard someone clearing their throat. Turning on your heel to face the person, you looked at him and noticed that he was wearing all white – white v-neck, white pants – and he was covered in saw dust.

Behind his rugged look, you noticed his beard that was tinged with specks of grey and his gentle brown eyes followed by the deep dimples that was hidden behind his facial hair.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“I – Uh, I saw your ad in the paper and I wanted to check it out.”

“Well, as you can see, I’m not yet done renovating,” he smiled.

You blushed. You were desperate to have a fresh start and new life, and gaining a crush on a potential landlord was not the way to go about it. “I see that… Is the apartment not for rent, then?”

“No no, it is. I mean, if you don’t mind the sound of the train and the poor reception, then it’s yours.”

“Mine?” you were astonished. The man didn’t even ask for personal information.

He stepped forward. You noticed the height difference, but there was an aura about him that somehow made you feel safe. “I’m Max. I should probably start there,” he said, maintaining the gentle smile.

“I’m [Y/N]…”

“It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N]. Like I said, the apartment is yours if you don’t mind those two downfalls, and of course, if you don’t mind allowing me to work.”

You smiled, “Just as long as you’re not doing it while I’m sleeping, we should be fine.”

“So, you’ll take it?” he asked.

“I don’t think it’s in my budget, to be honest. This is a beautiful apartment in a beautiful neighborhood with a beautiful view and –”

“Twenty-two hundred.”

You almost choked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Two thousand, two hundred for rent, including utilities.”

“You’re joking.”

“I can assure you that I’m not,” he chuckled.

“O – Okay… Then yes, I’ll take it.”

“Great. I’ll need more information later, but how about you and I go for a cup of coffee?” Max asked. He hadn’t expected anyone to see the ad in his paper – after all, no one read the newspaper anymore. Though, he was glad to see you walk through that door. You were like a godsend, especially since his life was beginning to spiral downwards.

“Oh, uh…” you mumbled.

Max’s face dropped. He knew he shouldn’t have risked it and put himself out there. He should have known that you just wanted an apartment and nothing else. “I understand –”

“You know what? Let’s go out for a cup of coffee. I’m new around here, so I’d love to have a tour guide.”

Max relaxed, smiling once more. “Great. Let me get ready and change into something much more decent. I’ll be quick.”

You decided to walk through the apartment, already imagining where the furniture would be set up. You knew that your two children would love the big space, and especially the view. You found yourself with your arms wrapped around your frame, staring out the large window.

You didn’t know how much time passed, but before you knew it, Max reappeared dressed in a white button-up shirt with dark brown pants. You smiled, and he extended an arm for you to take. Without hesitation, you looped your arm through his and followed him eagerly.

Meeting Max happened almost three months ago. Since then, your two children had moved in with you and you were going through a nasty custody battle with your ex-husband. Your children were eight and ten, both boys. Alex, the older one of the two, had your husband’s blue eyes while Adam, the youngest, had your brown ones. It was a good thing that both boys looked like you and nothing like their father.

“Mommy, are we going to the movies with Max tonight?” Adam asked, swinging his feet while sitting at the dining table. She was preparing dinner and both boys were seated and ready, waiting for their mother to place the food on the table.

“I don’t know, honey. Max has a lot of work to do,” you replied. In the three months that you met Max, it surprised you how well he was with both your boys. Every time they were together, you wondered if anything would transpire between the two of you. You wished he made a move, kissed you, admitted his feelings, but it never happened, so you stopped wishing for something that may never occur.

“He promised we’d watch the new movie that’s out though, mom,” Alex added.

Before you could reply, there was a knock at the door and both boys scrambled off their chairs to run to the door.

“Who is it?!” they both asked.

You laughed quietly to yourself, shaking your head. You knew it was Max, but it was still an adorable moment. You placed the spaghetti and garlic bread onto the table, grabbing four glasses and filling them with water.

“It’s Max,” he replied.

“It’s Max!” both boys exclaimed with excitement, struggling to unlock the door.

“Hold on, Max! We’re opening the door!”

You heard a chuckle from the other end of the door and decided to walk towards it. You watched with amusement and leaned against the wall with your arms crossed. You smiled to yourself and watched as both boys managed to unlock it without your help.

When they opened the door, Max stepped inside and hoisted the boys into his arms. He was dressed casually in a dark colored shirt and pants. He kissed both Alex and Adam’s heads before walking towards you.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hi. Dinner’s on the table,” you smiled.

“Mom made spaghetti,” Adam said.

“And garlic bread,” Alex added.

“That sounds incredibly delicious. Can you both sit at the table while I talk to your mom for a sec?” Max asked, setting both boys down onto their feet. They nodded and ran to the dining room, leaving you with Max in the hallway.

“What’s up?” you asked, furrowing a brow.

Max fidgeted. He pocketed his hands and lowered his gaze. You wondered what was on his mind, so you reached a hand out to touch his shoulder gently. “Max?”

“Do you – Um, want to grab dinner with me sometime? I know you’re dealing with a lot, but I don’t mind cooking for you for a change. We can even stay here,” he suggested.

You cleared your throat. You never thought this day would come. You couldn’t help the smile the lined your lips and the blush that appeared on your cheeks. “Really?” you asked.

“Is that surprising?”

“I just – Kind of always had a crush on you and waited for you to ask me out.” you rolled your eyes. “Wow. I sound like a teenager right now. I’m sorry. I’d love to have dinner with you, Max.”

Ever since you stepped into his life, Max hadn’t gone to his secret hallways. He didn’t even have the urge to spy on you when he heard the water running in the tub. He was waiting for the right moment to ask you out, and he was so glad that he had been so patient.

Max grinned and leaned down to kiss your cheek. You shut your eyes and rested a hand absently on his chest. Pulling back, you looked up at him and smiled with a pink hue tainting your cheeks.

“If we don’t eat with the boys now, they’re going to start without us. If they do that, my dining room will end up becoming a big mess,” you giggled.

Max chuckled, “You’re right. Plus, I promised them both a movie.”

“That you did. They’re both excited.”

Leading him back to the table, you noticed Alex and Adam chewing on each a slice of garlic bread. They looked up at you and grinned innocently.

“You boys are trouble,” you teased.

“But we love you,” Adam smiled.

“Mhm, he’s right. We do love you, mom.”

“Well, good, because I love you both very much too.” you kissed the crown of their heads and sat down next to Max.

Your youngest son, Adam, added, “And we love Max too!”

Alex grinned. “Mhm! We love you, Max!”

Max felt tears pool at his eyes. He had never known what it was like to be loved. His mother had died when he was young that he forgot what it felt like to have that bond with her. His grandfather, August, didn’t show him any affection while growing up, so love was long forgotten.

When you stepped into this apartment three months ago, Max didn’t realize how good of a decision it was to give you this place. Since then, you showed him a life that he always yearned to have for himself: a beautiful woman who could potentially become a wife and two loving children. A family.

Max spent almost every day with you and your boys that he had grown to love each and every one of you. However, the boys held a special place in Max’s heart.

“I love you guys too,” Max finally responded. “You two are the best. Do you know that?”

“Do you love my mommy too?” Adam asked, watching as you gave an ample amount of spaghetti onto his plate.

Max hesitated, glancing at you. “Your mother’s a great woman. I’d be stupid if I didn’t.”

You bit your lower lip, setting the plate down in front of Adam before preparing a plate for Alex as well. Both boys were aware of the abuse from your ex-husband, so they were never really close with their father. They spent nights crying to sleep because they heard your pleas followed by screams of pain.

Meeting Max and spending time with him showed both of your boys how a family should be like and they yearned for it. Max made you happy while their father made you cry. They were young, but they were smart enough to know that your happiness mattered more to them than you thought.

“Good, because I think my mommy loves you too,” Alex giggled, twirling his fork around the noodles.

Max glanced over at you and smiled, resting a hand on your thigh absently. You stiffened for a moment before relaxing, resting your own hand against his for a moment.

“All right, boys. Eat up, okay? Then, we’re going to go and watch a movie with Max,” you said.

“You’re coming?!” Alex grinned.

“Yes, of course. Besides, I want some popcorn and candy,” you smiled, poking his tummy.

The rest of you ate rather quickly. Max cracked a few jokes and the boys spent the entire time giggling. When they finished dinner, you told both boys to get ready and they sped to the bathroom eagerly.

You were cleaning the dishes when you felt Max wrap his arms hesitantly around you from behind. He placed soft kisses onto your shoulder and up to behind your ear, gently nibbling at your earlobe.

“Max…” you whimpered, causing him to push into you from behind.

“I’m sorry,” he bit his lower lip, pulling away. “We’re moving in all sorts of directions, aren’t we?”

You nodded placing the clean dishes into the dishwasher to dry. You turned around and wiped down the counter before walking to the table to clean as well. “It seems that we are, but I don’t mind one bit. The boys love you, Max, and whatever direction you and I decide to go in, they’ll always love you. I won’t take that away from them.”

Max bit his lower lip. “Really? What if we don’t work out?”

“Then we don’t. You mean a lot to them, okay? They never really had a strong male figure in their life. I’m certainly not going to take that away.”

“What about their father?”

“He was an abusive asshole who never showed them the time of day. I don’t understand why he wants custody of my boys.”

Max sighed. He had seen a few of her scars and the protectiveness that Max felt almost made him do drastic things to her ex-husband. “He wants to hurt you, that’s why.”

“I know he does, but when I win, he’s never going to see them again. I will make sure of that.”

Max nodded, hesitantly kissing your cheek. “Alex and Adam mean hell of a lot to me too. I’m not letting them go either.”

“Besides, we’re going work out,” you added.

Max smiled, “Oh yeah?”

“Definitely.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I’ve just got a good feeling about us,” you winked.

Alex and Adam ran back into the kitchen, both boys wrapping their arms around Max’s legs.

Max chuckled, looking into your eyes and nodding. “Yeah, I’ve got a good feeling about us too.”

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Jack: everyone on the internet calls it a miracle that,we're alive

Me: really?

Jack: babe. Remember how I said earlier that sometimes you just look really stupid?

Me: it didn't seem like a miracle to me...

FBI: Well you should ask one of the cops then. Cause I ain't ever seen anyone deader or a room more filled with natural gas to the point where ee could not see for over two hours. We had to feel along the walls with a hope and a prayer we were doing it right to get them off the wall, using night vision goggles on our gas masks.

Me: well I don't have access to the tv channels... That's how I do it every day... Blind..

FBI: what did you do that day any way besides listen to their hearts to see if they would live?

Me: that was all... Well i burped at one of them... Sometimes they don't like to just be living they like something funny. I only did 2 tho... Brian was already awoke.

FBI: yeah he did that on his own. But Sabrina they didn't need any medical treatment. They just came back to life but how?

Me: some dead hang around their body until it's safer to get back in. Some that have had training.

Jack: IDK what I did baby but I was just there

Me: you remember where you were before?

Jack: the wall. Then just watching you but out of body like I sometimes do when I'm sleep but that was all. I seen you go to the store and I tried handing you your purse but you didn't seem to notice

Me: well I didn't know you were dead in the car

Jack: well you didn't even say thank you but you seemed to notice i was there when you got down. You said "well that was weird but not so much. It will be better when you get done being an ass hole and actually get the nerve to come see me. But let's go jn the store." I think. Did you?

Me: probably when I shut the door. I say it so much.. I don't really notice.

FBI: So what about the other 4?

Dinah Julie. My dead mom: i did. This momma. I said "well let's get back in now. Your girls are waiting." She knows how i do it. just gently glide over and shove them in at the light of speed.

My dad: so you just shove them in huh?

My mom: well they don't go. She just listens to their hearts. Oddly they took D down first and she just happened to go down and she knew he was on the floor and that was that.

Me: its weird that i didn't know it was him.

My mom: well shit you should had you seen his whole torso and all

Me: i just wasn't expecting him. I think i would wanted to know why he was there and

My mom: wanted to control

Me: cause a scene more... Get in the way. I Just shut up and work around things that I dont realize... That aren't that important... At that moment... Like i would had mommed out and been all why the Hell did this happen this way and WTF. Not control but know and then people will have to stop and deal with my drama and it causes more of a mess.. Because had i realized i would been upset. I knew there was a certain set of people up to 6... But the extra 2 i was not aware of

Jack: so excuse me ma'am

Me: i was mad at yoh.

Jack: haha.

Me: apparently for getting kidnapped!.

FBI: i don't wanna laugh but..

Me: but so the fact that there was more people didn't really matter because they were being taken care of.

Mom: well you didn't even take care of any of the Germans! It was the old guy you burped at!

Me: the people I'm closest to. I know them and i know their soulmates. And i can't watch their soulmates suffer any more because I've watched it a lot and iy hurts me a lot to see it. Not that the other people aren't important or significant but those two impact my life greatly and most often.

Jack: every single time i get kidnapped all you do is get pissed off at me. Time before last you fucking yelled at me "fuck you and your fucking Dali lllama that you rode in on!!" And you were so fucking pissed and your eyes were red, your brown part. And I was all... "Fuck idc what you say. I'm gonna live" and I felt really stupid because I was sure i was gonna die... Because I was shot in my lung and i thought it got ky heart. And you said that. Fuck you and your fucking Dali Llama you rode in on. I never heard that shit in my life. And i just saw a llama all clean and fresh snd i knew i was dead and you said "the whole fucking world seen that! Shut the fuck up! Go to sleep you're on my fucking nerve" next thing i knew I was in an American Chopper... And i said "thank you" and you said "yeah fuck off" and i said "fuck you bitch!!" And i started to cry and you smiled this slick sick smile all sly... Tilting your head so no one around could see it. And i knew. You said "you're welcome" and i started laughing and i said "i hate this bitch. I'm gonna fuck her hard" then about 6 weeks later after i got out of the hospital in Germany I was at Circle K in Belen and I was just got into town the day before and i smelled this girl in line and i was explaining to you "babe this girl ... I haven't smelled you in so long but she smells just like you where did you say you were?" And this girl did like you and reached back and scratched her head and when all uggghbbhh and i thought no way is that you. So i said it again and you flashed your left arm up your back to scratch it. And you said "oh my fucking God I'm going to kill something" and the cashier said "bad day?" And you said "no. Some stinky boy who is about to --" and i had grabbed your hand you had behind Your back and you didn't move or try to kill me or scream or even pull away. And so i stuck my head up next to you and said "she means me"

Me: and you smelt fucking good although your little beard was ragged... And i was all Fuck this goddamed ass hole sniffing chicks and shit like he's a school boy in love so I kissed your fucking face. But i didn't know it was you.

My mom: his point is that she actually saved his life then, too. I gave her his coordinates and she emailed every person she could think of and even posted it public so someone could find him ASAP. And they found him within 15 minutes. Not next to alive. But completely dead. And i told her. "Uh Your soulmate is dead you know" and she said "oh" "reached over metaphysically and shook his foot and said "dead people don't have sex, don't you know?!" And the first thing to come to life was his dick! I swear to you! I even asked him "did you miss your legs jumping into your feet and put both feet into your penis?" And he's still got no blood pumping in his other head and he says "i think she'll like" sick little bastards. Ive seen her walk into a McDonald's and find a shot gun victim shot in the chest and lean down and whisper "hey im gonna get some food. I think they got hot fries" and shoowm they come right back to life! Talk about enticing a fellow! She does that a lot. Just give Some one the thought they left off on is the best way she always says but if you can't figure that out, bribe.

Me: McDonald's is always easy. Food. If that don't work. Shopping. Sometimes its back to work or home but that yoh can usually tell. Most the time in reality it's the hospital... But I remember that one dude. He was all bleeding and all sat down and ate some food he had ordered. A quarter pounder big Mac they had them back then and some fresh medium fries. And a large soft drink. Coke with a small ice. He wanted the ice for a small cup not the large. He had just got off work. See he just got up off the floor all "where my food. Get. Out the way miss" and sat down and ate. Man he needed a transfusion... I wasn't sure what all went down. I just sat down near him whistling and all.. And he wolfed his food down and he said "man i don't feel so good" and fainted. Man i felt bad. He fell in slow motion just halfway... I went to help him sit up and slipped on this puddle of blood... He must had bled out half his blood. Most of the time i didn't go to the hospital with them. But him i did. He died. A lot. He didn't have enough blood. So i stopped the dude cause he kept zapping him. I said "you can't do enough electricity if he don't have enough of the joints -- the jolts are too much you're gonna fry his self and he already ate those fresh. He ain't got no juice in his wires.... I see you're not an electrician.he ain't got no blood!!! See You're gonna need 3 bags of saline for there to be enough liquid in his veins for his heart to even pump. Hes empty. How you gonna run a car without no gas?!" Finally the EMT eyes lit up said "you meant zapping him won't do no good. You called me froggy and i been lost since then Cause you know that ain't my name" "its because your voice. Like you got a frog in your throat. Well juice him up, Vince!" "Man you act like you aint from the Bronx, i swear. You didn't think you would get shot in there?" "You can't shoot an angel my buddy" "well what did he do that was so wrong then?" "That's not what I meant" "but you did get shot and it bounced off" "oh that's just my mom. She's my bullet proof vest"

Jack: how come I didn't get your mom?

My mom: cause you got your own and she saved your. Cranium! That's why you got shot in the lung. But tree said not to save you from it and we got upset! Until you got a boner and we thought it was funny

Jack: you know how i got kidnapped and shot?

Me: checking on a "homeless shelter" and they thought you were an actual kidnapper and they kidnapped you and held you hostage until your time was up and no one saved you so they killed you?

Jack: what the fuck babe

Me: i told you I'd kill your dam horse, too. Did you know that's what happened?

Jack: not until this fucking second "DAD"

Me: I told you all that shit about what he did in Iraq with that barbaric guy. And how he was in on 911 And how he used drones to shoot Iraqis for no fucking reason. I wrote it. I told everyone.

My mom: that's not Jack's fault so why.

Me: he was supposed to know. I wasn't supposed to leave him at Circle k. But who else was there? Alex Laughlin And I couldn't stand the sight of him. I got sick and i had to leave

Jack: well you told me to get the fuck out the car

Me: because I thought you were him! And you got out and every one went over and including Matt Hagan and i was all fuck this shit. I'm not doing this, I'll get myself killed.

Jack: well thanks a lot "dad" for getting me fucking killed and pretending to care

Me: i fucking told you. I hated you Jesse and I meant it. You fuck with me one more fucking time you're gonna eat fucking dirt. Do you understand?

Jesse: no

FBI: Sabrina so you're telling me that Jesse You're always emailing is a terrorist?

Me: yeah why didn't you know that?

FBI: because hes a dam liar. Mother fuckers of God. He calls them homeless shelters. That you run. But you don't do that shit you build them their own houses

Me: exactly. I don't fuck with home less people. They dont want homes. I bought some and then the homeless rented out the houses and moved back oj the streets. They explained to me they prefer to live outside. So i don't fuck with homeless. Take them food. Make sure they got umbrella and plastic sheeting for rain storms and blankets and so on and feed them but don't touch them. Leave them where they be. I teach my daughter that "they are homeless because they want to be" granted that isn't all. Some have other circumstances. But I dont fuck with homeless. They live under the stars. No rules, the truest most free people in the world. I dont fuck with them and it PISSES ME OFF YOUD USE MY NAME on a HOMELESS SHELTER, how fucking dare you. When its KIDNAPPING.

Jesse: well what do you want me to do? I'm here to please you!

Me: choke to death and die. Choke on your lies. And die. What the fuck do yiu think.j

Jesse: no

[monsterrsmind]

I'll be missing you

I think with most every relationship you have, there is always special little things you’ll always remember, no matter what happens later in life. Here’s what I remember about the three relationships I’ve had: after three years with SMJ, i remember youremineforever, zimbabwe2kx3, and Lammie. after four years with MDS, There is really nothing significant that sticks out…except the fighting. after only 27 days with ALJ, and falling too incredibly hard, too incredibly deep, too incredibly fast, I remember everything….The first time I told you i loved you. The first kiss. The first time we had sex. The first time i spent the night with you…I remember the last time i spent the night and the last kiss I gave you, and the talk we had in your car later that day. I remember my heart breaking, and i know how badly it still breaks. The things I remember, however small and insignificant they may seem to anyone else, these are the things that have always meant a great deal to me. These are things that are my memories and are the things that it doesn’t matter who else understands or likes it or not. They belong to my heart. Everyone has their own. Good things and/or bad things that they remember. -Me circa ~2011 After so many years apart from each one of them here’s what sticks out: SMJ- I still remember Lammie, and Zimbabwe. I remember the first time we had sex. I remember peanut butter mayonnaise cheese and bologna sandwiches. I remember how your family became my family, and how happy we were when Aunt Dawn graduated nursing school and how terrified I was right along with you when your mom got hurt. I remember you telling me how Mr. Eww abused you. I remember wanting so much more for you that you could see in yourself. I remember slowly drifting away, though I can’t recall how or when it really all started. Its hard to pinpoint exact moments like that. I remember going to hang out with your sister after we had broken up and being so sad that you couldn’t even look at me. Like you weren’t even mad at me anymore, like you’d just completely forgotten I had even existed. Like a ghost you couldn't see even though I was standing right next to you. I remember holding your hand at moms funeral, I know how scared you were and even though we hadn't been together for a long time that moment was familiar. I'm glad that we have been able to move past all of the relationship-y feelings, good, bad, and otherwise, and be friendly now. Dare I say, even friends? MDS- As before, nothing good really sticks out in my mind. All we ever did was fight. You were abusive. I still remember, in terrorizing flashbacks, being cornered against the wall, or locked in the bedroom no way of escaping, and the fist flying at my face. I remember not being able to talk to friends or family because you always listened in and then would ask me why I care, and you always wanted me to get paid money for babysitting Alex you didn’t understand that they are family and I wasn’t going to ask for money to see them. Money you would have taken anyway. I remember constantly being accused of cheating on you, when it turns out you had been cheating on me. I remember being so afraid to leave, and yet for some unknown reason I really did love you, and didn’t want to leave. I remember you wanting me to spend nights with you and I would text my mom and tell her to say no and send that to her first. Then I would delete that message from my phone and ask her. I was so afraid to just tell you no. I remember you always telling me I was different around my family and when I told my mom you said this she explained that it was probably true because I felt I had more power around my family because they’d have my back and he didn’t like that. I remember always doing your homework for you. And not being able to go to college or have a job because you were afraid I would go home with someone else. I remember being so confused when your sisters got taken away from your mom because their dad was growing weed and selling crack out of the house and wondering why you would still do these drugs with your mom knowing how angry you were when the girls got taken away because of it. I remember all the times we spent at your aunt Kim’s house on the lake. That woman is the best thing that ever happened to you. I hope you appreciate her. I honestly believe she and her kids are the only sane people in your family. I remember your “size” and I remember the only reason that was even an issue was because you constantly brought it up and couldn’t let it go. I remember always being asked if SMJ pleasured me more than you did. I remember that was what finally broke us up. We were living at my moms house and you asked me that again and I guess I did have more power being at home so I told you I was done and you needed to leave. I remember you tried to take Avery and leave your bearded dragon. I remember the cops having to be called because you were getting loud and threatening. I remember trying to set up visitation rights for Avery. I remember that didn’t last long, I don’t know why, and then we didn’t speak again. I remember a year-ish later I was working at wegmans and you showed up with JL and JC. Not to buy anything. Just to try to intimidate me. I remember a few years after that working at ARC and you showed up at the house to deliver products from jostons paper. That was the last I saw you. Thank God. The only thing I miss about you is Aunt Kim. I hope someday that woman can knock some sense into your god damned head. I replay this in my head all the time. You scarred me in so many ways. I hope you never do this to another woman. And if your aunt even happens to find this and read it and find out all the terrible things you did, I hope she knocks you six ways to Sunday. Listen to her. AL- Last time I posted this we had just broken up. I was still hurting and everything feels a thousand times more intense when you’re in the thick of it. Now, I can’t really recall much. I remember spending nights with you in that little shop that was meant to be an office not someone’s house. I remember having to literally sleep on top of you because you only had a small futon not big enough for the both of us. I remember you having an ex that tried to warn me about you and I didn’t listen. I’m glad we didn’t last long, looking back now. I would hope you would have gotten your life together by now, but I know you haven’t. And now there’s another. SCA- I am still trying to put all the pieces together. Of all my boyfriends you were by far the best. I honestly can’t complain too much. You were really good to me and I appreciate that. I remember just feeling so comfortable with you right from the start I opened up to you quicker than I ever had before. I remember late lights and juicy juice and tumblr and reddit and grape juice guy. But things weren’t perfect. We were like a puzzle and the pieces almost, but never quite exactly fit together right. But so many little things kept us from fitting perfectly. We were never on the same page. I loved you so much I know I could have spent the rest of my life with you, but you never saw it. You weren’t in that place. And a part of me understands that its because of your shitty home life. A drunk, abusive mother and a father who just let it happen. He was never brave enough to walk away, and while the physical abuse didn’t happen to you, it took a toll on you emotionally and mentally. You learned to hermit into yourself and not rely on anyone for help while I sought out treatment. I got myself a therapist and a psychiatrist and got the meds and the help that I needed to at least try to fight the hurricane that raged inside me. You saw your primary doctor who you even admitted wasn’t really helping you, but you never got real help. And looking back I think that hindered us right from the start. I know my reliance upon you took a toll also. I was so busy trying not to drown in my floods that I think a lot of times I started to pull you under. And that wasn’t fair, so I'm sorry for that. You also kept the teeth thing from me with ample time over three years to tell me. I can’t promise that, had you told me sooner, everything would have been fine. I don’t know. I like to think I would have been glad you told me before three years, but I just can’t say with any degree of certainty. I haven’t spoken to you in over two years. And still I find myself wondering “what if…” much more frequently then I care to admit to anyone but my therapist. I only see you occasionally if I stop into Wegmans at the right time. And you look right through me as though I’m a ghost. And I suppose in some ways I am. I’m slowly (very slowly) learning to let go. Someday my bones won’t temble with every thought of you. Someday you’ll be nothing but a passing memory I can smile at as it fades past. Someday. So for now this is my list. I’m learning a little more everyday how to heal myself and let go. That everything in my life doesn’t always have to be all or nothing. I’m learning how to love myself more than some boy who can barely give me a second glance. Someday I’ll be proud of me again. Someday I’ll manage to glue myself back into one piece. Until then…~ 1 note Feb 14th, 2016

[spaceskam]

thanks for being his romantic lead

not sure what this is. i started out with a plan and then it became crack and now here we are. you asked for it. kinda. HAPPY THANKSGIVING

ao3

"Don't be mad."

Michael eyed Liz as she blocked the entrance to Isobel's house. They were getting together for Thanksgiving and he had two grocery bags full of last-minute items that Isobel had frantically called him to pick up on the way. And yet Liz was blocking the way.

"I'm already mad," he said, though the suspicion never left his face. Her shoulders dropped.

"What, why? I didn't even tell you yet!"

"Because you didn't even tell me not to be mad whenever you ran your car into my truck, so whatever you did this time must be horrible," he pointed out. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Okay, but that was an accident."

"So whatever you did this time wasn't–hence the pre-requisite of anger."

Liz rolled her eyes but sighed. She dropped her arms. "Jayden is here."

Michael’s mood immediately soured at the name of the kid he hated. Or, tried to hate. The guy followed Michael like a puppy and did way too much to try to hang out with him so they could be friends. While that wouldn’t inherently be the worst thing ever if that’s all he was, it was still annoying. The icing on the cake, however, was that Jayden was Alex’s boyfriend. Emphasis on boy. The kid was barely 23 and acted like he was even younger. Isobel’s theory was it made Alex feel like he was young again. Michael just hated seeing Alex with anyone else.

“Why did you invite him?”

“I didn’t!” Liz exclaimed, “Alex asked if Jayden could come because, you know, his dad moved away and his mom is in jail and his grandparents are dead. None of us could say no.”

Michael frowned because of course the human golden retriever had a shitty family situation. Hell, that’s basically how they even met him. They’d found some guy on Reddit who knew too much about aliens, so they tracked him down. They were expecting someone ex-military and went prepared for that, not some kid who lived in a slightly sketchy one-bedroom apartment on the edge of Roswell. He had apparently made all of it up when he was bored and was super stoked to find out he was right, immediately asking Michael how his telekinesis worked despite the fact Alex and Max literally had guns on him. Michael remembered Alex had softened to his childlike wonder almost immediately.

“Fine,” Michael grumbled, pushing inside and trying to evade making eye contact with Jayden as he made his way to the kitchen. It didn’t really help seeing as Jayden all but jumped over the couch to get to him.

“Michael, hey! Look, I brought my Switch, we can play Mario Kart!” Jayden suggested, eyes wide and hopeful as he smiled at him. Michael just sighed.

Then issue with Jayden, aside from literally everything, was that Michael couldn’t figure out what Alex saw in him. The guy was as tall as Max, but was all bones and body hair. He had a scruffy blond beard and long, wavy blond hair to match. It was usually hidden beneath a beanie of some sort that was always pulled low, forcing you to look at his creepy crystal blue eyes. He was pale and wore baggy clothes that did nothing for him, always wearing one too many layers even when it was hot. He and Alex didn’t look like they fit and that was a fact that had nothing to do with Michael’s feelings. They were just opposites in the worst way.

“Yeah, maybe,” Michael said and Jayden just nodded excitedly. He stood in Michael’s way for a moment and it became clear he had no intention to actually leave his side.

“Jay, c’mere for a second,” Alex called which Michael both hated and was thankful for at the same time. Jayden, always the puppy, went to his master with ease.

Michael didn’t look their way as he beelined to the kitchen. Isobel was by the stove and gave him a grateful look when he dumped the bags onto the counter. Her grateful look pretty quickly switched to the irritating sister look when she caught his irritation.

“Oh, come on, you had to know he was coming,” she said, digging through the bags, “I really don’t get how you manage to dislike him. He’s cute and he adores you.”

“Yeah, he does, it’s really fucking annoying,” Michael grumbled. She snorted before her eyes went wide and she jutted out her bottom lip.

“But you’re, like, cooler than Minecraft,” she teased and Michael physically cringed.

“Pokémon,” Max corrected as he appeared from basically nowhere, “He said Michael was cooler than Pokémon.”

“Even better,” Isobel giggled. Michael just dropped his head in his hands.

“I don’t understand why he even likes me, I’m constantly a dick to him.”

“We like you and you’re dicks to us,” Max pointed out. Michael rolled his eyes so dramatically it almost hurt. It was worth it.

“He knows Alex and I have history, yet it doesn’t seem to bother him. Aren’t most people supposed to hate their significant other’s ex? Max, don’t you hate Kyle?” Michael pointed out. Max shrugged.

“I mean, yeah, but I hate him a lot less than I did before he played a massive part in, you know, reviving me,” Max said. Michael groaned.

“Fine, Valenti doesn’t count.”

“Look, Michael, he’s gonna be around, just try to not ruin my entire dinner,” Isobel scolded. Michael sighed and then nodded.

He could at least try.

-

Jayden did this thing that only Alex seemed to find charming. He would sit and ask about aliens until they were blue in the face. He was so curious and he would ask the same questions and he would bring up shit they hadn’t even thought about, much less had an answer for. He seemed more interested in aliens than the actual aliens did.

But, today, Michael was entertaining him because he wanted to support Alex. Even if it killed him. Which it just fucking might.

“I was thinking about that, actually, and your TK can lift more than you can physically, so what are your boundaries? My working theory is that if you can completely visualize the weight of something, you can move it, is that how it works?” Jayden asked, leaning into the dining table. It was the eighth question that night about Michael’s limitations. He took a slow breath.

“I don’t actually know. I just sort of what to move something and I do it, I’ve never really gone that far into the logistics,” Michael explained. Jayden nodded, taking a bite of the ham Isobel had spent like a whole two days preparing.

“Wow, this is really good, Isobel, thank you so much,” he said. She smiled. Alex looked at him with the world’s softest eyes, casually untucking his hair from the collar of his shirt. Michael was really pissed. “Ooh, Michael, there was this episode of Star Trek that I gotta show you, it was abo-”

“I don’t like Star Trek,” Michael cut him off, but forced a smile so he didn’t seem rude. He was working at it. Jayden’s face fell for a moment but quickly went back to the smile. However, it was hard not to notice how he leaned back in his chair and towards Alex.

“Oh, that’s fine,” Jayden said, “Hey, so, have you thought about how you can breathe oxygen? Do you think there’s something different on your planet’s atmosphere and the pod you were in just adapted you to be able to breathe oxygen, or do you think there’s another oxygen-filled planet out there?”

“Dude, I don’t fucking know,” Michael said, slightly exasperated. Jayden leaned into Alex and looked slightly wounded which only provoked Michael more. And he’d already started, so might as well. “You keep asking us these dumbass questions that you know we don’t know and you never leave us alone. Do you seriously not know how annoying you are? Literally, give the alien shit a break. And, no, I don’t want to play your stupid game with you. It’s like you don’t get that you’re fucking my ex. I don’t like you, I don’t want to like you, and I will never like you, yet you still come around. We don’t want you here, you aren’t apart of this. Can’t you just get that through your head?”

Michael knew he’d gone too far whenever he realized everyone at the table was staring at him. It was so silent he could hear a pin drop. Most of them just looked shocked he did that, Alex looked pissed, and Jayden just looked like the sad puppy he was.

“I’m sorry,” Jayden said softly, “I didn’t realize I wasn’t welcome.”

Michael’s shoulders dropped as he steadily looked between Alex and Jayden.

“Hey, no, you are welcome,” Liz and Alex both tried, but Jayden just pushed back his chair.

“No, it’s okay. I’m sorry for intruding. I guess I knew I wasn’t really like you guys. Didn’t really fit. That’s my bad,” he said, forcing one of those smiles that he had but this one didn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you for dinner, Isobel. Best one I’ve ever had.”

Jayden quickly exited the room with his plate in hand and no one moved until they heard the sink turn on. He was washing his plate.

Alex was the first one to speak up, glaring at him in a way that had never been meant for Michael Guerin. It made him feel younger than Jayden.

“You don’t have to like him or talk to him, Guerin,” Alex said with his voice hushed, “But you have to respect my relationship. You have to respect that he is a fucking person with feelings and you can’t just embarrass him and outcast him like that. I thought you of all people would know that.”

Alex’s chair scraped back and he quickly went to go check on his boyfriend. Michael started sinking in his chair. He’d really gone too far.

“God, Michael,” Isobel commented, “You couldn’t have even waited until after dinner?”

-

“Hey, are you okay?”

Alex moved up behind Jayden, placing his hand gently on the small of his back. They were always careful when it came to touching each other. They both had rules of not doing it when the other one was unaware. That had led to people getting hit on accident.

“Am I that bad?” Jayden asked, head still bowed as he washed his plate well after it was clean. “Like, am I annoying?”

Alex didn’t know what to say. To him, Jayden wasn’t annoying. He could watch him get overly enthusiastic all day long, it didn’t matter the subject. But Alex was also aware not everyone was blinded by adoration.

“I think for Michael you’re a lot,” Alex said, resting his chin on Jayden’s shoulder, “You two are similar in ways you can’t see. You’re both the same level of chaos. Michael’s stays mainly on the inside, you let yours out. I think it’s too much for him.”

“He’s so cool, Alex,” Jayden groaned and Alex smiled, “I know you guys broke up for a reason, but I don’t know how you did it. I mean, he’s not my type, you are, but I, like, I want to be his best friend. He’s so much fun.”

“I know, love,” Alex said, pressing a careful kiss behind his ear. Jayden finally smiled and lifted his shoulder, finally looking to Alex. “But you gotta go slow. He’s prickly.”

Jayden grinned in that special way that was for Alex and no one else. It made him feel warm inside.

“You’re prickly,” Jayden said, “I love how prickly you are. I just wanna make a me-shaped whole in all the cactus spikes you got on you and stay there forever.”

Alex laughed helplessly and placed a hand on his scruffy cheek, pulling him down for a kiss that possibly didn’t last long enough.

“There’s already one there.”

-

“No offense, but I think you’re focused on you,” Isobel said.

Michael let out a little laugh and looked up to her, waiting for her to explain what was so bad about him actually giving a shit about himself for once.

“I know you love Alex, that’s obvious. But, as someone who loves him, shouldn’t your first desire be for him to be happy?”

“I do want him to be happy,” Michael retorted.

“Well, news flash, he is. Jayden may be a baby, but Alex lights up around him. Let him have some joy for once,” Isobel said. She was annoyingly wise lately. Michael blamed all that time she was spending with Maria.

“I’m trying! It’s not my fault the guy is so annoying!” Michael complained. Isobel gave him an annoyingly mothering look.

“You need to go apologize, though. Alex was right, you of all people should know what it’s like to be outcasted. Like it or not, Jayden is with Alex and he’s going to be around. Don’t make him feel unwelcomed when the rest of us like him,” she lectured. Michael frowned.

“I don’t want to apologize.”

Her eyes drifted upwards and she sighed.

“You need to or we’re all going to lose Alex,” she pointed out. It was a lot more of a threat than anything else and he heard it loud and clear.

“Ugh, fine.”

Michael very unhappily dragged his way outside to follow where Alex and Jayden had gone. Part of him hoped they’d already left so he didn’t have to deal with it. Sadly, they hadn’t.

“Wait,” Micahel called. Alex turned on that hardened face as he looked at him. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Alex pressed. Jayden cowered behind him even though he was a good six inches taller.

Michael licked his lips. He could do this.

“For being a massive dickhead,” Michael sighed, “I shouldn’t have made you feel like you weren’t welcome ‘cause you are. Yeah, you annoy me sometimes, but I also kinda love your boyfriend, so there’s a conflict of interest.”

Alex scoffed, shaking his head. Michael saw him open his mouth to argue, but Jayden spoke first.

“How is that a conflict of interest?” he asked. Both Alex and Michael didn’t really know what to say to that. “I mean, we both love Alex. That’s something in common.”

“I mean,” Michael started, a dry laugh coming from him in his shock, “I guess, but you get to actually love him and I get to be jealous.”

Jayden blinked dumbly. “Why can’t we both love him?”

“Whoa, hey, I did not agree to this,” Alex said quickly. Jayden laughed and shook his head.

“No, not like that. Just, like... What’s so wrong about loving people? Why should I not like you for loving someone I love? Like, good, give him more love. He deserves all the love. Why can’t we just shower Alex in love?”

Michael blinked at him. Alex blinked at him too, though it was for probably different reasons.

“So you just want me to... love you for loving Alex and continue to love Alex myself?” Micahel clarified. Jayden shrugged.

“Why not? I love Alex and I love you for loving Alex.”

Alex let out a shuddered breath and put his hand over his face.

“I’m too sober for this.”

“Okay,” Michael said, nodding slowly, “So you have no issues with me outwardly showering Alex in love and affection?”

“As long as Alex is okay with it, then I don’t even have a say,” Jayden said. Michael licked his lips and then looked to Alex with raised eyebrows.

Alex’s face was flushed and he couldn’t even hide the smile, though it was unclear if it was from discomfort or just being really overwhelmed. Then he just shrugged. Michael smirked. He figured he could have fun with this.

“Alright, well, you two have fun. I love you, Alex Manes,” Michael declared, reaching forward to grab his hand and then he pressed a kiss to it, “And happy Thanksgiving.”

Alex looked between Jayden and Michael who both seemed to be totally okay with everything that was happening. Alex squeezed Michael’s hand and leaned towards Jayden. This was going to be interesting.

“Happy Thanksgiving.”

[smilesthroughfandoms]

Star vs. the Forces of Evil episodes in One Sentence (Season 3 edition)

Star Comes to Earth: Princess Cinnamon Roll that Could Kill you comes to earth and meets Misunderstood safe kid.

Party With a Pony: Spoopy Wardens hunt for the glitter pony while Star gets ice for Marco’s sweaty back.

Matchmaker: In which we learn it was probably a bad idea to give Star the wand in the first place.

School Spirit: Star misunderstands football and Marco tries to get Ferguson to blow his whistle not in that way.

Monster Arm: “Not my bowels! I love my bowels!”

The Other Exchange Student: Star is jealous of the meatball man from Bakersfieldville.

Cheer Up Star: “It’s supposed to be ironic!”

Quest Buy: Very accurate depiction of what it is like to work in retail.

Diaz Family Vacation: Both Marco and Star see new sides of their dads but that’s not necessarily a good thing

Brittney’s Party: Star and Marco party with someone who hates them while Ludo hijacks a bus

Mewberty: Star gets horny and snares boys in her web but not in that way

Pixtopia: Marco messed up and Alfonso marries Ferguson’s rebound

Lobster Claws: “… You can’t eat children.” “Really? Not even the annoying ones?”

Sleep Spell: “Camera Phooone!”

Blood Moon Ball: We’re suppose to ship them now, right?

Fortune Cookies: Love is never the answer kids

Freeze Day: Father Time offers Star and Marco some mud before riding away on his wheel-mobile pulled by giant time-hamsters I am not making this up.

Royal Pain: King Santa Claus destroy mini-golf

St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses: Princess Prison sure is a nightma–OH MY GOD ARE THOSE CLUBS?!

Mewnipendence Day: No wonder monsters hate Mewmans so much.

The Banagic Wand: Star still doesn’t get Earth and like all of us, Marco is always hungry.

Interdemensional Field Trip: Miss Skullnick fears the “Big Change” while Marco sends Jackie cat memes

Marco Grows a Beard: Ludo is out, Toffee is in, and Marco will probbaly be terrified of beards forever

Storm the Castle: “SURPRISE!”

My New Wand!: DIP DOOOWN

Ludo in the Wild: Wait, since when did Ludo become badass?

Mr. Candle Cares: “Star and I have recently become smooch buddies… On the lips.”

Red Belt: Marco searches for a meaning in life and Star searches for hammer.

Star on Wheels: *epic remix of Marco saying Star is in trouble*

Fetch: Marco can’t open juice and Star runs away from her problems and sending thank you cards

Star vs. Echo Creek: Star gets high and destroys a police car

Wand to Wand: Both Ludo and Star are terrible at magic also major ship tease

Starstruck: Star and her idol Sailor Super Saiyan destroy a park and Marco is 100002% done with this shit

Camping Trip: King Butterfly has a mid-life crisis and tries to control an eagle

Starsitting: They’re gonna be great parents some day.

On the Job: Buff Dad is best dad and buff babies are adorable

Goblin Dogs: “You might think this line is long, but listen to my goblin song!~”

By the Book: Ludo and Star still suck at magic and Glossaryck is a bigger troll than Alex Hirsch

Game of Flags: Queen has no patience and legs.

Girls’ Day Out: Janna is back and is still awesome btw

Sleepover: “TRUTH! STAR HAS A CRUSH ON MA–” *cube gets crushed*

Gift of the Card: R.I.P.  Rasticore Chaosus Disastorvayne… He couldn’ get his fucking chainsaw to work

Friendenemies: Star becomes one with Christmas tree while Tom and Marco go on a date and sing a romantic pop ballad.

Is Mystery: Meatfork is apparently a family name and Ludo is really starting to freak me out tbh

Hungry Larry: “He’s still hungry…”

Spider with a Top Hat: He tries and he is awesome and that’s all that matters

Into the Wand: SPAAAAADESS!!!

Pizza Thing: Marco is OCD about mushroom and Pony Head buys skinny jeans

Page Turner: Glossaryck is awesome and how did Moon miss Lizard-Loki in the orb?!

Naysaya: Tomco friendship confirmed and Marco finally asks out Jackie while Star the supportive noodle armed friend cheers on

Bon Bon the Birthday Clown: Starco fans cry, Jarco fans rejoice, and Ludo now has the book god dammit Nefcy

Raid the Cave: Glossaryck is the true neutral asshole.

Trickstar: Weird Al is a treasure and I’ll mes up anyone who makes Marco cry!

Baby: *glances around nervously* So… Star is similar to Eclipsa, huh? *Nervous laughter* Great…

Running With Scissors: Marco gets a new edition to his shipping harem and she is so cute!!!!!!

Mathmagic: Don’t worry Star, I can’t math either.

The Bounce Lounge: Marco is definitely the mom friend.

Crystal Clear: The Chancellor guy is amazing and Rhombulus just needs a hug and wAS THAT ECLIPSA IN THE BACKGROUND?

The Hard Way: “SURPRISE!” 2.0

Heinous: Oh, so that’s how Marco got all that money.

All Belts Are Off: “Jermey is the biggest dick…. around!~”

Collateral Damage: Marco how do you not know what a possum is?

Just Friends: I’m fine! *blows up sign to prove just how fine I am*

Face the Music: Moon=Badass, Star=Why?, River=Loving Husband, Marco=Shocked, and we got to meet Ludo’s family so pretty cool episode overall.

Star Crushed: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH–remember when we though Bon Bon the Birthday Clown was the end of the world?–AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

BONUS ROUND! BATTLE FOR MEWNI EDITION!!!!!

Return to Mewni: This is… just an exposition filler. Not much else to say….

Moon the Undaunted: B4! B4! B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4!

Book Be Gone: “I hate that fucking book!” -Ludo, at some point probably.

Marco and the King: *Party music intensifies… and then slowly dies down*

Puddle Defender: They’re bonding and getting so big and I am so proud–Star you idiot don’t go alone!!!!!!

King Ludo: The mime stole the show.

Toffee: I can’t…. I just�� how do you want me to react?! To much happened and I mean…. what do you want me to say? I’m still processing just…. What do I say? *slowlys ponders how I will survive until November*

Scent of Hoodie: Huh, so Ponyhead can be written as likeable, who would’ve thought?

Rest in Pudding: Ish da Glossaryck! And he’s Globgoring all over da place!

Club Snubbed: I literally yelled “Phrasing!” whenever they dropped the title

Stranger Danger: "Something like that” whY WOULD YOU SAY THAT IF YOU WERE ON THE SIDE OF GOOD?!?! SERIOUSLY GUYS THIS BUGGED ME FOR WEEKS--

Demoncism: Tom is a wonderful baby boy and Ponyhead is written as likeable, part 2!

Sophmore Slump: *sobbing* Jackie deserved better, dang it!

Lint Catcher: Introducing a Lavaboe! He’s pure and wonderful and deserves a raise and did I mention I love him?

Trial by Squire: I think the writers were all like” You think these guys will ship anyone with Marco?” and decided to test that theory.

Princess Turdina: I got more lore out of this episode than I thought I would.

Starfari: Welp, she makes me uncomfortable.

Sweet Dreams: *Sailor Moon-ing intensifies*

Lava Lake Beack: Proof that this fandom will ship anyone with Marco at the slightest inclanation

Death Peck: Rich Pigeon is my new favorite birb and Ponyhead is written as likeable for the third time

Ponymonium: Well, it was nice while it lasted.

Night Life: The writers made so many new ships they had to get rid of an old one!

Deep Dive: “Chicken butt”

Monster Bash: ........ Well, that explains the cheekmarks. 

Stump Day: I think they just made an episode based around a picture from that bookcover, not that it was bad.

Holiday Special: *insert every cheesy Christmas/Holiday episode trope here*

The Bog Beast of Boggabah: The title is fun to say and the episode is average at best.

Total Eclipsa the Moon: Seriously, I’m supposed to think she’s an ultimate villain.

Butterfly Trap: In which we are all Sean, don’t lie we were all him at the end

Ludo, Where Art Thou?: Dennis is best brother, hands down.

Is Another Mystery: *sniff* I got more emotional over this episode than anyone else did and I’m not sure how I feel about that

Marco Jr.: I... I just... Why? What’s the point?

Skooled!: Epic advertisment fakeout combined with wonderful character development and lore with a shock ending makes a 10/10 episode.

Booth Buddies: Old Man McGucket ships Starco, proceed to react accordingly

Bam Ui Pati!: Ponyhead is kinda likeable in this episod--nevermind she’s back.

Tough Love: Oh man, it’s happening! It’s happening guys here we go!

Divide: We are going to war everybody--And they’re all dead. That was quick.

Conquer: So Glossaryck has upped his trolling antity and turns out Eclipsa’s probably evil, Meteora’s a baby again, and Globgor is her husband and imprisoned in crystal... Idk about you guys but I’m going to go scream into the void...

[smilesthroughfandoms]

Star vs the Forces of Evil Episodes in One Sentence

Star Comes to Earth: Princess Cinnamon Roll that Could Kill you comes to earth and meets Misunderstood safe kid.

Party With a Pony: Spoopy Wardens hunt for the glitter pony while Star gets ice for Marco’s sweaty back.

Matchmaker: In which we learn it was probably a bad idea to give Star the wand in the first place.

School Spirit: Star misunderstands football and Marco tries to get Ferguson to blow his whistle not in that way.

Monster Arm: “Not my bowels! I love my bowels!”

The Other Exchange Student: Star is jealous of the meatball man from Bakersfieldville.

Cheer Up Star: “It’s supposed to be ironic!”

Quest Buy: Very accurate depiction of what it is like to work in retail.

Diaz Family Vacation: Both Marco and Star see new sides of their dads but that’s not necessarily a good thing

Brittney’s Party: Star and Marco party with someone who hates them while Ludo hijacks a bus

Mewberty: Star gets horny and snares boys in her web but not in that way

Pixtopia: Marco messed up and Alfonso marries Ferguson’s rebound

Lobster Claws: “… You can’t eat children.” “Really? Not even the annoying ones?”

Sleep Spell: “Camera Phooone!”

Blood Moon Ball: We’re suppose to ship them now, right?

Fortune Cookies: Love is never the answer kids

Freeze Day: Father Time offers Star and Marco some mud before riding away on his wheel-mobile pulled by giant time-hamsters I am not making this up.

Royal Pain: King Santa Claus destroy mini-golf

St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses: Princess Prison sure is a nightma–OH MY GOD ARE THOSE CLUBS?!

Mewnipendence Day: No wonder monsters hate Mewmans so much.

The Banagic Wand: Star still doesn’t get Earth and like all of us, Marco is always hungry.

Interdemensional Field Trip: Miss Skullnick fears the “Big Change” while Marco sends Jackie cat memes

Marco Grows a Beard: Ludo is out, Toffee is in, and Marco will probbaly be terrified of beards forever

Storm the Castle: “SURPRISE!”

My New Wand!: DIP DOOOWN

Ludo in the Wild: Wait, since when did Ludo become badass?

Mr. Candle Cares: “Star and I have recently become smooch buddies… On the lips.”

Red Belt: Marco searches for a meaning in life and Star searches for hammer.

Star on Wheels: *epic remix of Marco saying Star is in trouble*

Fetch: Marco can’t open juice and Star runs away from her problems and sending thank you cards

Star vs. Echo Creek: Star gets high and destroys a police car

Wand to Wand: Both Ludo and Star are terrible at magic also major ship tease

Starstruck: Star and her idol Sailor Super Saiyan destroy a park and Marco is 100002% done with this shit

Camping Trip: King Butterfly has a mid-life crisis and tries to control an eagle

Starsitting: They’re gonna be great parents some day.

On the Job: Buff Dad is best dad and buff babies are adorable

Goblin Dogs: “You might think this line is long, but listen to my goblin song!~”

By the Book: Ludo and Star still suck at magic and Glossaryck is a bigger troll than Alex Hirsch

Game of Flags: Queen has no patience and legs.

Girls’ Day Out: Janna is back and is still awesome btw

Sleepover: “TRUTH! STAR HAS A CRUSH ON MA–” *cube gets crushed*

Gift of the Card: R.I.P.  Rasticore Chaosus Disastorvayne… He couldn’ get his fucking chainsaw to work

Friendenemies: Star becomes one with Christmas tree while Tom and Marco go on a date and sing a romantic pop ballad.

Is Mystery: Meatfork is apparently a family name and Ludo is really starting to freak me out tbh

Hungry Larry: “He’s still hungry…”

Spider with a Top Hat: He tries and he is awesome and that’s all that matters

Into the Wand: SPAAAAADESS!!!

Pizza Thing: Marco is OCD about mushroom and Pony Head buys skinny jeans

Page Turner: Glossaryck is awesome and how did Moon miss Lizard-Loki in the orb?!

Naysaya: Tomco friendship confirmed and Marco finally asks out Jackie while Star the supportive noodle armed friend cheers on

Bon Bon the Birthday Clown: Starco fans cry, Jarco fans rejoice, and Ludo now has the book god dammit Nefcy

Raid the Cave: Glossaryck is the true neutral asshole.

Trickstar: Weird Al is a treasure and I’ll mes up anyone who makes Marco cry!

Baby: *glances around nervously* So… Star is similar to Eclipsa, huh? *Nervous laughter* Great…

Running With Scissors: Marco gets a new edition to his shipping harem and she is so cute!!!!!!

Mathmagic: Don’t worry Star, I can’t math either.

The Bounce Lounge: Marco is definitely the mom friend.

Crystal Clear: The Chancellor guy is amazing and Rhombulus just needs a hug and wAS THAT ECLIPSA IN THE BACKGROUND?

The Hard Way: “SURPRISE!” 2.0

Heinous: Oh, so that’s how Marco got all that money.

All Belts Are Off: “Jermey is the biggest dick.... around!~”

Collateral Damage: Marco how do you not know what a possum is?

Just Friends: I’m fine! *blows up sign to prove just how fine I am*

Face the Music: Moon=Badass, Star=Why?, River=Loving Husband, Marco=Shocked, and we got to meet Ludo’s family so pretty cool episode overall.

Star Crushed: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH–remember when we though Bon Bon the Birthday Clown was the end of the world?–AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

BONUS ROUND! BATTLE FOR MEWNI EDITION!!!!!

Return to Mewni: This is... just an exposition filler. Not much else to say....

Moon the Undaunted: B4! B4! B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4!

Book Be Gone: “I hate that fucking book!” -Ludo, at some point probably.

Marco and the King: *Party music intensifies... and then slowly dies down*

Puddle Defender: They’re bonding and getting so big and I am so proud--Star you idiot don’t go alone!!!!!!

King Ludo: The mime stole the show.

Toffee: I can’t.... I just... how do you want me to react?! To much happened and I mean.... what do you want me to say? I’m still processing just.... What do I say? *slowlys ponders how I will survive until November*

[smilesthroughfandoms]

Star vs. The Forces of Evil Episodes In One Sentence

Star Comes to Earth: Princess Cinnamon Roll that Could Kill you comes to earth and meets Misunderstood safe kid.

Party With a Pony: Spoopy Wardens hunt for the glitter pony while Star gets ice for Marco’s sweaty back.

Matchmaker: In which we learn it was probably a bad idea to give Star the wand in the first place.

School Spirit: Star misunderstands football and Marco tries to get Ferguson to blow his whistle not in that way.

Monster Arm: “Not my bowels! I love my bowels!”

The Other Exchange Student: Star is jealous of the meatball man from Bakersfieldville.

Cheer Up Star: “It’s supposed to be ironic!”

Quest Buy: Very accurate depiction of what it is like to work in retail.

Diaz Family Vacation: Both Marco and Star see new sides of their dads but that’s not necessarily a good thing

Brittney’s Party: Star and Marco party with someone who hates them while Ludo hijacks a bus

Mewberty: Star gets horny and snares boys in her web but not in that way

Pixtopia: Marco messed up and Alfonso marries Ferguson’s rebound

Lobster Claws: “… You can’t eat children.” “Really? Not even the annoying ones?”

Sleep Spell: “Camera Phooone!”

Blood Moon Ball: We’re suppose to ship them now, right?

Fortune Cookies: Love is never the answer kids

Freeze Day: Father Time offers Star and Marco some mud before riding away on his wheel-mobile pulled by giant time-hamsters I am not making this up.

Royal Pain: King Santa Claus destroy mini-golf

St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses: Princess Prison sure is a nightma–OH MY GOD ARE THOSE CLUBS?!

Mewnipendence Day: No wonder monsters hate Mewmans so much.

The Banagic Wand: Star still doesn’t get Earth and like all of us, Marco is always hungry.

Interdemensional Field Trip: Miss Skullnick fears the “Big Change” while Marco sends Jackie cat memes

Marco Grows a Beard: Ludo is out, Toffee is in, and Marco will probbaly be terrified of beards forever

Storm the Castle: “SURPRISE!”

My New Wand!: DIP DOOOWN

Ludo in the Wild: Wait, since when did Ludo become badass?

Mr. Candle Cares: “Star and I have recently become smooch buddies… On the lips.”

Red Belt: Marco searches for a meaning in life and Star searches for hammer.

Star on Wheels: *epic remix of Marco saying Star is in trouble*

Fetch: Marco can’t open juice and Star runs away from her problems and sending thank you cards

Star vs. Echo Creek: Star gets high and destroys a police car

Wand to Wand: Both Ludo and Star are terrible at magic also major ship tease

Starstruck: Star and her idol Sailor Super Saiyan destroy a park and Marco is 100002% done with this shit

Camping Trip: King Butterfly has a mid-life crisis and tries to control an eagle

Starsitting: They’re gonna be great parents some day.

On the Job: Buff Dad is best dad and buff babies are adorable

Goblin Dogs: “You might think this line is long, but listen to my goblin song!~”

By the Book: Ludo and Star still suck at magic and Glossaryck is a bigger troll than Alex Hirsch

Game of Flags: Queen has no patience and legs.

Girls’ Day Out: Janna is back and is still awesome btw

Sleepover: “TRUTH! STAR HAS A CRUSH ON MA–” *cube gets crushed*

Gift of the Card: R.I.P.  Rasticore Chaosus Disastorvayne… He couldn’ get his fucking chainsaw to work

Friendenemies: Star becomes one with Christmas tree while Tom and Marco go on a date and sing a romantic pop ballad.

Is Mystery: Meatfork is apparently a family name and Ludo is really starting to freak me out tbh

Hungry Larry: “He’s still hungry…”

Spider with a Top Hat: He tries and he is awesome and that’s all that matters

Into the Wand: SPAAAAADESS!!!

Pizza Thing: Marco is OCD about mushroom and Pony Head buys skinny jeans

Page Turner: Glossaryck is awesome and how did Moon miss Lizard-Loki in the orb?!

Naysaya: Tomco friendship confirmed and Marco finally asks out Jackie while Star the supportive noodle armed friend cheers on

Bon Bon the Birthday Clown: Starco fans cry, Jarco fans rejoice, and Ludo now has the book god dammit Nefcy

Raid the Cave: Glossaryck is the true neutral asshole.

Trickstar: Weird Al is a treasure and I’ll mes up anyone who makes Marco cry!

Baby: *glances around nervously* So... Star is similar to Eclipsa, huh? *Nervous laughter* Great...

Running With Scissors: Marco gets a new edition to his shipping harem and she is so cute!!!!!!

Mathmagic: Don’t worry Star, I can’t math either.

The Bounce Lounge: Marco is definitely the mom friend.

Crystal Clear: The Chancellor guy is amazing and Rhombulus just needs a hug and wAS THAT ECLIPSA IN THE BACKGROUND?

The Hard Way: “SURPRISE!” 2.0

Collateral Damage: Marco how do you not know what a possum is?

Just Friends: I’m fine! *blows up sign to prove just how fine I am*

Face the Music: Moon=Badass, Star=Why?, River=Loving Husband, Marco=Shocked, and we got to meet Ludo’s family so pretty cool episode overall.

Star Crushed: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH--remember when we though Bon Bon the Birthday Clown was the end of the world?--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH