#i am a child of divorce and i <3 divorce its the best thing that happened 2 my parents after me. so i wanna know
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everyone on this site loves talking abt divorce so i wanna see something
#polls#radio transmissions#i am a child of divorce and i <3 divorce its the best thing that happened 2 my parents after me. so i wanna know
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"If its meant to be it'll be." PT. 3
Ex’s to lovers 🤍
Part 1 Part 2
Summary: You and Han have been dating for 3 months but have been best friends for a long time and one day while you’re getting ready you get an unexpected text from him.
Warnings: Angst (sorta), Swearing (Bad Language), Mentions of having relations.
Han Jisung x Fem Reader
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"A fool?" - Han glared at her.
"Yes a fool." - She returned the glare back.
"Your all big a bad now since we broke up huh?" - He said coming closer to her.
She looked at him and backed up a little be startled by the sudden moving of him.
"I've always been this way!" - She exclaimed as him getting closer to her made her heartbeat pace, and she became very hot.
"Hm.. I don't think so Y/N. You were always sweet and nice, even in bed.." - Han started laughing, "Now look your getting all nervous cause im getting close to you? Some things never change." - He smirked at her and looked down at you.
"I am not!" - She yelled out, he was right and she knew it and she just looked away and then his phone went off ruining the awkward moment.
He picked up his phone. it was the makeup artist he left her for. When Han picked up the call, her heart dropped. She was pissed, jealous even. Picking up a call from his new girl, in front of me his ex!?. No!.
"Alright ill be there soon sweetie, bye love ya." - Han hung up on her.
Sweetie!?, a nick name? already!. Her face filled with anger as she stared at Han and the boxes pilled up. Her hands made fists and her voice became sharp and filled with anger.
"Get out Han! take your shit and go!" - She yelled at him backed away before she could push him.
"Woah! Chill!" - He replied back
"Just take your stuff and leave! i don't wanna hear from you or see you at all okay? this is the last time we will ever be in contact." - She yelled. She didn't wanna let him go, she loves him. But is it worth tearing herself down? No not at all.
Han was shaken up. He's never seen her like this at all. Her words hurt him, never contacting her or seeing her? Now they're not together but it still hurt, seeing the love become hatred and them becoming now strangers, not even friends or acquaintances.
"What about Bbama? He's gonna wanna see you or do not care about him either?" - He shot back at her.
"Bbama..? Yes of course i care for him! Hes my baby.." - Her voiced soften.
"Okay, well then that means we have to see each other y/n. We have to share custody like divorced parents over their child. We can make a schedule and when im on tour you'll get him full time got it?" - He looked at her packing up most of the boxes besides one.
"Yeah that works.. but were only talking when it comes to Bbama, other than that we are staying far away from each other.." - She glared at Han, she looked broken and in her voice you could tell to.
"Okay y/n." - Han said packing up the last box and got into the car.
"Okay Han.." - She started to tear up when his car was driving away. This was for good and it hurt her. Bad.
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DWT WITH A PREGNANT S/O!!
a/n: there are they/them pronouns used but they are a female/ have female prts if you couldnt tell by the name of this lol :)
TELLING DREAM
you showed him the pregnancy test nervous of he would say thinking it would be something along the lines of ‘what the hell i thought you were on birth control.’ ‘im to young to have a child.’ or even ‘i never even liked you in the first place dating you was just a joke with me and my friends i didnt know you were in love with me.’ but it was nothing like that.
he looked up at you then looked back down at the pregnancy test. “your pregnant?” he asked “yea im really sorry” you said tears in your eyes “i get it id you want to break up with me” you said again tears running down your face.
“baby im not mad at you!” he said as he lifted your chin to look at him. “this is the best news of my life. the person i loves has a mini them inside of them thats amazing news!” he explained happily
DURING THE PREGNANCY
you would always be cuddling patches. she loved coming up and laying on your belly, which made you and dream always smile.
you would be going thorough alot of changes and dream would always be right by your side for whatever happens or anything you need
he saw a pregnancy pillow and decided to buy it for you, which is now your new favourite thing to cuddle with instead of dream.
the dream team was having a movie night and invited you, which you said yes. you brought out your candy cane pillow and started cuddling it in ‘your spot’ on the couch.
“baby i got you some f/s” ( f/s mean’s favourite snack) dream said smiling at you “ooo gimme” you said going over to him and snatching the snacks the n going back to your spot.
“you remind me of a pregnant lady” sapnap says “hmm i wonder why!” you say smirking “whats that supposed to mean?” george asked “well i am pregnant!” you exclaimed
“WHAT?!” sapnap yelled “SINCE WHEN?” goerge asked “a few weeks ago” you said
“im happy for you guys you are going to be good parents” sapnap said
“well…” george said
“shut up!” dream yelled “we know that we are going to be great parents!”
“are we though?” you asked “babe what do you mean?” dream asked
“think about it your only 23 and im only 21 we have been together for what 2-3 years? we arnt married yet we are still young i mean what if we arnt always in love?” you stated
“y/n you think that we arnt always going to be in love?” dream asked
“clay im just saying that things might change and we might not always be in love and the reason why im saying it is because ive seen it with my own eyes. my parents falling out of love and my mom getting cheated on. im just saying i dont want either of us or our kids to go though a divorce its scary especially id your a kid it can traumatise a child and the reason why i know is because that happend to me and i became a wreck i dont want another person to go through that” i said practically crying at this point
“aww love i get that its scary and i dont want that to happen either but thats why we need to have trust ok?” clay said coming over to me and hugging me.
“i love you clay” i said hugging him back
“i love you too y/n” clay replied
when the child is born
you just had the child and are currently holding it. crying but happy tears. (obviously)
“clay shes so cute!” you said
“what are we gonna name her?” dream asked you. you though about it
“what about sage?” you said
“i love it, and i love you” clay said kissing you “look at that thing that you pushed out of your whom, it’s beautiful!”
the smp’s reaction
you just got home and you walked into the house to see george and sapnap right there so happy for you guys. when you walked in you saw all of the smp
“welcome home!” niki said getting up and running over to you. “hi!” you said tiredly.
“how are you feeling? hows the baby is it healthy?” phil asked you also coming up to you taking some stuff for you same as niki. “thank you guy!” you said
you picked up sage and sat down holding her close to you.
“can i hold her?” tubbo asked
“um i need to feed her and she needs to go to sleep but you can hold hee when she sleeps?” you said
“ok!” tubbo said excitedly
you got up and went into you and clay’s shared room and started breast feeding her. all you wanted to do was sleep but noooo your child comes first then clay then your friends then you. thats how things always go.
you knew that you where definitely going to over work yourself but thats ok because you were doing it to your loved ones.
after you where done feeding sage and she fell asleep you went downstairs and into them living room making sure to keep the baby asleep.
“tubbo!” you said as you went over to him.
he gasped happily you let him hold your baby girl. god she was so beautiful. tubbo held her and he was so happy.
“babe come on its time to go to bed you need to sleep come on.” clay said
“no!” you said as you sat down next to niki. “babe please you need some sleep!” he said “im not that tir-” you said cutting yourself off with a huge yawn. “nor tired hun?” clay said laughing
“shut up im fine.” you said “babes if you want we can cuddle and sleep if thats what you want” niki said
“ok come on bed time” you said grabbing niki’s hand going upstairs and into your room. you and niki laid down and you laid on top of her.
“goodnight lets go to sleep” she said as you practically fell asleep in an instant.
a/n: hi!
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Hi I don't mean to sound too stalker-like, but I saw on Twitter where you replied to someone and said that you didn't think personally that Loustat's divorce era was going to last too long in the show. You said you think maybe the end of season 3 they'll be back together. Can I ask why?
hi! that's not stalker-y at all lol you're totally fine! but I do hope a mini-essay is okay because I have a lot of Thoughts(TM) on this.
general disclaimer, as per usual: this is purely speculation. I know a lot of people on here think they know the exacts of what's going on with filming right and and throughout s2, exacts that may negate what I'm saying, and that's fine, you do you, but also since you're not telling me what it is you know, I am only running with what I know so. this is my speculation based on novels, the show, general television knowledge, and stuff my guy RJ has been saying.
okay so I'm trying to figure out how best to start this. let me just give a bullet list of what it is I'm thinking and then I'll elaborate:
Overall length of the IwtV TV show
Future Anne Rice stuff on AMC
Audience
RJ
Condensed storylines
S1 Finale - specifically 'love of my life' and Daniel's 'Well, isn't that neat and tidy?' commentary
Louis' future
Louis/Armand + Lestat/Nicki in the next two seasons
Exploration of Loustat in future seasons
Akasha storyline
so let's start with the "Overall Length of the IwtV TV Show." outside of The Walking Dead series and its multitude of spin-offs, most shows on the AMC network, even super successful ones, have only run between 5-7 seasons. Mad Men, Breaking Bad, and Better Call Saul are really well-regarded AMC shows that all only ran for 5-7 seasons. and while it could continue like TWD, it seems fairly unlikely. my personal guess is that IwtV is going to fun for 6-7 seasons, leaning toward 6 if I'm being honest. But like??? Who know??? I could be super off-base, but from the way television is going nowadays, I think a 6 seasons show is something we would be lucky to get. I think this article here really helps explain why this is a good thing, overall, and also why it's happening more often on television.
this brings me to future Anne Rice stuff; so AMC bought 18 of Anne's books. Obviously we have MW going on which is...........a thing..........but! we also have the Night Island series happening! I fully believe they may do several TVC-related spinoffs. Like, depending on Devil's Minion stuff, we could possibly get some kind of Devil's Minion show. We could easily get an Armand mini-series that would also work with Marius and Bianca and Pandora's stories too. Stuff with the Court when we get to the Court, etc. are all things I think we could see. With this in mind it's important to keep in mind that they are making the Immortal Universe. I think we're going to see a lot more beyond IwtV and I think this impacts the storytelling.
alright so now let's get into the audience; the audience is watching for Loustat. yes, they are watching for many things. yes, everyone knows they are watching for many things. but people are watching for Loustat. s1 is a Loustat love story, love tragedy. within minutes of the pilot, they are meeting, they are flirting, they are courting, and by the end they are utterly married and in love. we witness their early marriage, we witness their first marital problem, we witness them have a child to fix their marriage, we witness them separate, we witness them get back together, and we witness, in the finale, this love story close a chapter in a beautiful and heart-wrenching way in which lestat knows louis is going to at least stand aside while an attempt is made on his life, in which louis is destroyed by the "death" of his love, where they get so lost in one another in every single way that matters. the audience is watching for loustat. to a degree, you can't wait too long to give them that or people will get antsy and impatient.
now, in a much more succinct paragraph, Rolin Jones, and a multitude of writers for the show, have described this as a gothic romance. they have specified in a dozen articles and interviews "this is a love story." Rolin Jones repeatedly hones in on the fact that the chemistry read between Sam and Jacob going as well as it did was fundamentally important to the long run of the show. to not use that chemistry would be a waste and RJ has made that very clear, imo.
the show is also condensing storylines, as they should and as they need to. we're obviously not getting all 13 TVC books in their entirety, or in their order. during the first bts video we really had, RJ said that the first trilogy, tva, and prince lestat were where they were primarily pulling stuff, with a couple of other additions that he didn't name, but I very much believe were at least memnoch and merrick and some of the court aspects of the last two books. all of that being said, i think we're obviously seeing iwtv right now, but parts of merrick, parts of qotd, teeny parts of tva, and I think next season is iwtv, qotd, tva, merrick, tvl, and a teeny tiny bit more of prince lestat. basically, since they're mixing the stories together, it's like?? I mean, Loustat reunite in TVL. qotd is complicated but they float off romantically intot he sky together. comaaaaa in memnoch-merrick, saving louis' life in merrick and it's a super sexy blood sharing scene, then......married prince and consort??? like idk, if we're condensing the story then when loustat reunite, they, in general, stay together.
now let's talk about what we know with the show thus far, beginning with the s1 finale. obviously the s1 finale is important, duh, but like??? god, there are three huge aspects that I think we're going to revisit fairly quickly in s2 and that impact the future seasons. the first is the 'love of my life' line with armand. like there's so much there, but namely when it comes to thinking of louis and armand's relationship (which will undoubtedly be coming to some kind of definite end in s2) and what that means for loustat and what that means for armandaniel. like obviously louis is going to be confronted, no doubt by daniel, about 'love of your life??? really??' not to mention the 'you're still with the guy that killed your daughter?????' and the inevitable explanation of louis' even more bizarre weirdness in how he's acting in dubai, the mental destruction he's been faced with, the true numbness and everything he's forced himself into, since claudia died. and then, of course, there's 'well isn't that neat and tidy?' comment daniel makes re: lestat's "death" and calling louis out for saving him out of his love for him. like louis is going to have deal with that, daniel isn't going to let it go when he gets over floating armand. it's !! going to be everything, things that will conclude or lead us into the s3 stuff. it all comes back to loustat. all of it.
louis' future is the next thing to discuss!! obviously I'm not trying to start anything by being like 'louis' story revolves around lestat' but to some degree it does and also they revolved around each other so heavily. like lestat's whole storyline in s1 is he comes to new orleans, falls fatally in love with louis, and it changes everything. s2 is very much about all of that, even if lestat won't be in paris for a large part of it. s3 is going to be lestat telling his life to louis, one way or another. that's why he wrote tvl, to tell louis all of the stuff he couldn't and wouldn't tell him before, to explain what he's gone through, what his vampirism truly was like, etc. like louis is going to be part of tvl. RJ has said they're looking to make it not a book, obviously, so I think louis is going to be an active person to lestat's story, I think lestat will be telling him directly. loustat. and it's part of why i think s3, possibly early/mid s4 will be the loustat get back together. because lestat telling his story, everything that will follow, is just. it's them? they have to be together.
the inclusion of louis/armand in s2 and the inclusion of lestat/nicki in s3 serve storytelling purposes, sure, but they also serve to show us as an audience why loustat don't work with other people. and, going back to 'the audience is watching for loustat thing,' if we have to see them be with other people for two seasons, we're going to need that to be worth it. them getting back together in s3, possibly early s4, would accomplish that.
exploring loustat in future seasons!! so if lestat shows up in dubai/2022 at least by the end of s2 as would make sense (to probably save louis from an attempted suicide attempt), we're going to see them reunite. s3 being about lestat's life and them talking for the first time in forever will inevitably lead to some kind of getting back together, sometime soon. s4 will, imo, start really getting into the nitty-gritty of qotd (something i'll talk about in the last paragraph), and then i think they're going to take the qotd storyline and end it with this 'well. the queen of the vampires is dead. we need to blahblahblah' and I think we're looking at a super early prince lestat and court creation, lestat becoming the royalty of the vampire world and the court's creation coming about to prevent whatever thing louis is talking about in dubai (the vampires he hears around the world and stuff) and the akasha stuff. so i think by s5-ish we're in full prince lestat mode and that is where loustat are, essentially, modernly married in the books. I also just. like s1 very much established they can't see the other with another person, very much established that they need each other and love each other in a way they'll never love or need another. like it's all right there, it's all something we'll see continue.
lastly!! I think the akasha storyline is going to be imperative here. I think we're going to get hints of the akasha stuff all throughout the next two seasons, getting more and more heavy the further we get into s3, obviously and especially with lestat's waking of akasha in tvl. i think loustat are going to get together right at the end of s3, leaving us with them together during s4, only for lestat to get snatched in the middle of the night from his and louis' bed, just as he was snatched from his and nicki's bed by magnus, by akasha sometime either in the s3 finale too or early s4-ish. then loustat are together, romantically, but not on screen, meaning it's not like straight up loustat stuff for entirety of those seasons as they'll be separated. it will make losing lestat to akasha all the more horrific (he and louis had just found each other again, we will have seen him getting taken by magnus in the previous season(s), etc.) and makes the impact of loustat....abundant.
this is super long and rambly and I'm fairly tired so god knows if it all makes sense but !!! this is why I think we'll get a fairly soon loustat reunion and why I think it will be <3 everything. like, even when they're together, they're going to have a lot going on and a lot to work through so it's never going to get boring and it's going to make their romance all the more lovely to witness.
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Starting Over - Chapter 7
Marcus Pike x female reader
Co-written with @absurdthirst
Recently arrived in Texas and only slightly removed from his divorce, Marcus finds himself smitten with the women at the housewares store that is helping him furnish his new Austin condo. It becomes a more complicated situation than he could have expected, but Marcus has never been one to shy away from a challenge when love is on the line. ✨This fic takes place *before* the events of The Mentalist.✨
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 8.4k
Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this fic will include divorce, past abusive relationships, deceased mothers, father issues/family trauma, unplanned pregnancy.* Cursing and food mentions, unplanned pregnancy, pregnant reader, just a giant continuation of the fluff machine.
Summary: After such a successful bit of engagement ring shopping, looking for things for the Pike-ette is slightly more dramatic...
Notes: Introducing some long talked-about characters this chapter, because we love a best friend support system!
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6
“Soon.” You nod, knowing he wishes that this barrier didn’t exist. The last thing you want him to feel today is sad or guilty, so you smile encouragingly instead. “We’ll have her out as soon as we can.”
The drive to the next stop on your day out is only a few minutes, but the enormous building at one end of the strip mall promises endless amounts of time wandering around inside. "Yes we will, and we will throw a party." Marcus promises you. Parking and picking up your hand, he kisses the back of it. He wants to coo over onesies with you. This is something he can indulge in, and he wants to. He's going to be a father. Have a child with the most wonderful woman he's ever known.
“Alright, Babies ‘R’ Us. Time to meet the Pikes.” The grin you absolutely beam at him as you climb out of the car is blinding, and you all but drag him inside, just as giddy as he is to ‘ooo’ and ‘ahh’ over all the adorable things you’ll want and need for the first baby to join your family.
There’s so much. Marcus’s eyes widen as he enters the store. He can’t even take it all in. “I— wow.” He breathes out, immediately softening when he sees the little outfits. “I want one that says Daddy’s Little Special Agent.” He decides immediately when he notices the cute little wording on some of them.
“If I have to get it specially made, I promise it will happen.” You squeeze his hand in yours, looking at every little saying and graphic with the softest expression you’ve ever had in your life. You genuinely might cry just looking at all these cute little clothes. “Honey, look at this one.” The nearest rack sports a Superman-style ‘S’ and reads Mommy’s Little Superhero underneath. “It’s all so cute.”
“Oh my god.” Marcus chokes out, reaching for the little outfit and pulling it off the rack. “We’re having a baby.” He murmurs in awe, as if it’s just really hit him.
“We’re having a baby.” All you can do is nod along with him, tucked into his side and sniffling away the emotions that immediately bubble to the surface when you say the words. “A little mini us.”
“A Pike-ette.” Marcus can’t help but put the little outfit back so he can caress your stomach. “God baby, I love you.”
“I love you, too.” This store must see so many moments like this. Moments of tenderness and appreciation dotted around its aisles constantly over the years. Gentle touches and excited murmurs. “I’m really glad my tea screwed up my birth control,” you laugh, a few tears escaping despite your best efforts.
"I am too." He might hate that he was not free to do things as he wants to right now, but he will never regret his first child with you. His own eyes are misty, and he bites his lip to keep from outright crying already.
“Hey, hey, hey.” A soft chuckle passes your lips, and you press a kiss to each of his cheeks. “We just walked in, we can’t both of us lose it immediately. There’s a whole lot of browsing left to do.”
"I might not make to the cribs." He confesses with a laugh. "I just can't believe that - this is our life. You – you've given me so much."
“We’re going to have to get everything personalized,” you hum, lacing your fingers through his so you can start to stroll around the store together. “Pike-ette on everything. So all the kids can use all the things one after the other.”
"So we need to make sure it's gender neutral colors." He agrees. "Although, I want them each to have their own baby blanket. One that has their initials sewn into it." His eyes mist up again just thinking about it. "Running around with their thumbs in their mouths and their blanket in their arms.
“I can immediately agree to both of those things.” Squeezing Marcus’s hand again, you bring it up to your lips to press a kiss to the back of his hand as you walk. “Each one a different color or pattern, so the kids can tell them apart well before they learn their own initials.”
"I don't know what happened to my baby stuff." Marcus admits quietly, looking over at the different variations of rattles that are on a display rack. "I know my mom kept them, but after..." He gives a small shrug, as if it didn't matter.
“I’m sorry, honey.” Marcus’s mother was more precious to him than anything, and you hate that he lost those memories. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t have anything of mine, either. My mother donated all my baby things once I was old enough. So we’ll start from scratch together.”
"Yeah, I'm sure Andrew got rid of all that." Marcus rubs your back, choosing to focus on you rather than deal with the Pandora's box that was his relationship with his father. "We will choose what we want for our family."
“You don’t have twins in your family, do you?” Not that it would be an issue, but you do raise one eyebrow in curiosity, wondering if you should be worrying about pushing two giant Pike-ettes out of your body instead of one.
“Not that I know of.” Marcus gives a small, apologetic smile. “I never knew my grandparents on my mom’s side and with my father….” He just trails off, not willing to bring down the mood. “If we have twins, I will make sure that I pamper the hell out of you.” He promises.
“I don’t think there’s any in my family, so I think we’re safe.” Bright and sunny is the way to go, and you look up at home with a smile. “You’re going to be such an amazing dad.”
“I hope so.” He doesn’t voice the worry that the only thing he knows is what not to do. You don’t need that burden.
“I’m positive.” On a small rack nearby are skinny notebooks with storks or rattles or little pink and blue balloons depending on the pattern, and you scoop up one with little flying storks delivering baby bundles. “First purchase.” A pen is out of your purse in a flash, and you giggle evilly. “So, how do we feel about Marcus Jr?” You ask, flipping open the notebook to start collecting name ideas.
“Ugh.” Marcus makes a retching noise and shakes his head. “No, absolutely not.” He sticks his aquiline nose up in the air. “The second, maybe. But never a Junior.” He adopts a snooty tone just to make you grin.
“Alright, no juniors.” You’re giggling manically in one of the aisles and a snooty looking couple across the way huffs at you, only making you giggle more. “I bet they’re having a junior,” you whisper to Marcus, giggling the whole time.
“Probably.” Marcus snickers and shakes his head. “We could go with Alex? Alexander for a boy, Alexandra for a girl?”
“Ooh, I like that.” Alexander/Alexandra goes on the top of the list and you hum, trying not to get teary at the very first baby names you’ve ever considered together. “What do you think about Charlie? For Charles or Charlotte?”
“I love that.” He nods eagerly. Reaching out to rub your back again. “I really think we are going to have problems narrowing names down.”
“They can all have two middle names.” You joke, adding Charles/Charlotte on the second line. “Their birth certificates will take forever to fill out.”
Marcus laughs and nods. “That would work.” He agrees easily. “They can have four names.”
“I was probably like sixty percent joking, but you’re locked in now.” It’s a relief to see the shadows leave Marcus’s face and watch him light up with excitement again, and you’re going to hang on to that light with him as tightly as you can. “Most kids worry when they hear their middle name getting yelled, our kids are going to get an extra level if they ever hear both middle names.”
Marcus laughs and shakes his head. “I have a feeling you will being doing the yelling. I will the one that is disappointed and gives them a look that breaks their hearts.”
“You’re not mad, you’re disappointed.” You quote, knowing all upset parents use the line at least a few times in their kids’ lives. “Besides, yelling is the only way I’m gonna be heard with four kids running around.”
“I can imagine.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “I’ll buy you a bullhorn.” He promises. “Whistles to get their attention.”
“I’m gonna need it.” But still it makes you laugh, imagining the beautiful chaos of having a bunch of Pike-ettes running around and Marcus coming home from the office each day to endless hugs. “I really can’t wait.”
“It’s starting sooner than you think.” He reminds you with a grin, sliding his hand down over your stomach again.
“Seven more months.” Sniffing back the emotion of that little fact, you bury your face in Marcus’s chest and sigh happily. “I apologize in advance for any and all cursing you out during labor.”
“Any and all curses are completely valid.” He wraps his arms around you soothingly. “I won’t even think of being upset about that.”
“You’ve already had one screaming wife.” The way you roll your eyes dramatically and grin reminds him that you’re not worried. That she’ll be out of the picture soon enough, and the two of you will be free to have the life you dream of without her complications. “You don’t need a second.”
“At least this one will be screaming for a very worthy reason.” He teases, leaning in and kisses your nose. “But as I have a penis, and will not be pushing a watermelon out of a hole the size of a watermelon seed, the choice to be drugged is completely up to you.”
“I’ll be talking it over with the doctor, believe me.” As much as you want to say you’ll brave a natural childbirth, your stubbornness isn’t the only factor at hand, and you never know what can happen once labor has started.
"I completely concur and only want you to be as comfortable as you possibly can be." He ducks his head and nuzzles his nose against your neck. "I love you, baby."
"I love you too, Marcus." And what a freeing, full filling feeling that is to be able to say freely after weeks of keeping it inside.
Marcus made a mistake this morning, the mistake of not leaving his phone at home. He couldn't because of work, but he should have. The buzzing in his pocket makes him groan, pulling away and sighing as he reaches for it. "Sorry." He murmurs as he fishes it out of his jeans pocket, tensing up and freezing for a second, his jaw immediately clenching when he sees the name flashed on the screen. "Shit. What the fuck does he want?"
“Who is it?” Your eyebrows furrow with concern at his reaction.
"My father." He tells you before he hits the small button on his phone to talk and puts it up to his ear. "Special Agent Marcus Pike." He uses a professional tone, acting like he doesn't know who is on the other end of the line.
“Marcus.” Andrew Packard’s deep baritone tumbles on the other end of the phone. It isn’t harsh though, no militant or any like you expected. Not from what you can hear anyway. “I just got a very interesting call from Amanda.”
Marcus groans quietly, glancing up at the ceiling as if he’s begging a higher power for patience. “What in earth did she call you about?” He asks shortly.
“Well, to be honest, that’s the exact same question I asked her.” He laughs, still hoping after more than thirty years that he might elicit some kind of sympathetic chuckle from his son, but it doesn’t happen. “And then she told me some cockamamie story about you and her reconciling and now you’ve gotten your mistress pregnant?” This time it isn’t a laugh, but a choked sound of confusion. Andrew Packard is well aware of the things his only son despises about him so this can’t possibly be true. “I thought I should call.”
“We have not reconciled. I would never get back together with someone who was cheating on me.” Marcus is seething, rocking his jaw in anger. “She withdrew the divorce papers without my knowledge and the lawyers are trying to fix their fuck up but she’s being difficult.” It was more information than his father had in months from him, maybe even a year. He spoke to the man as little as possible. “Showed up in Texas with the intention of pushing back into my life.”
“I see.” The sound of papers being shoved around can be heard in the background and your hand softly soothes small circles into Marcus’s back while he talks. “So is the pregnancy a lie too, then?” His father asks after a pause.
There is an equally long pause, Marcus trying to find the words and swallowing harshly. "No, that's true." He sighs. "I started seeing a woman here in Austin, believing I was single." He makes sure to add that portion, believing it to be of the upmost importance. "We— the night after we— uh," Marcus blushes furiously, never having talked to his father about these types of things and feeling like a kid in the principal’s office. "Amanda showed up the next morning and she - my fiancée - she is pregnant."
“Congratulations.” Andrew clears his throat, like the word was either difficult for him to say or to cover a bit of thickness in his voice. “I take it you had no intentional of telling me?”
"We just found out ourselves." He is sounding defensive because he is defensive. Even if he didn't have any intention of doing more than sending his father a sparsely worded email at Christmas like normal. "The only reason Amanda knows is because I had hoped it would convince her to go away."
“She said she was in your house, is that true?” It’s more like a low-key interrogation than a conversation, and Andrew makes a displeased sound in the back of his throat. “Has she threatened you at all? Amanda, I mean. You or your new fiancée?”
Marcus snorts, blowing out an exasperated breath. "The lawyers said that it would be better if I show that I am trying to be accommodating." He rolls his head around his shoulders. "Amanda is...precise with her words."
“That’s not an answer, son. Has she threatened you or your fiancée at any time?” Now the sound is obvious - pen on paper - he’s writing things down.
He stiffens slightly, annoyed at the tone his voice, the fact that he's writing shit down. That he doesn't trust his offspring, who is a federal agent to handle his soon-to-be ex-wife. "She wants the trust." He spits the word out as if it's offensive. "But I will handle it, Andrew. Thank you for your concern."
“I—" Andrew sighs when his son calls him by his first name, knowing that that usually signals another six months at least of not speaking. Although that won’t be the case this time, regardless of whether or not Marcus is happy about it. “Am I allowed to know the name of the woman carrying my grandchild, at least? I won’t even ask to say hello, I know that’s asking too much.”
His voice catches in his throat, wordless handing you the phone. Unable to say anything else because the only thing that was coming to mind was that his child, his children would not be Andrew Packard's grandchildren. He had never been Marcus's father, so he would not step in for the fun of being a grandfather.
“Hello?” You’re shocked when Marcus actually lets you talk to his father, but your arm wraps around his waist tightly to keep him beside you.
"Hello." Andrew is shocked when he hears a woman's voice, halfway anticipating a dial tone. "I— this is Andrew, Marcus's father. To whom do I have to pleasure of speaking to?"
“Marcus’s fiancée.” You give him your first name, limiting it to that as you continue to rub his back gently.
Andrew repeats your name, nodding to himself and writing it down on his notepad. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything? I'm sure my son is taking good care of you."
"We have everything we could possibly need." You won't give him any details but stay polite, not wanting Marcus to be too upset even though he is the one who handed you the phone. "Thank you for asking."
"I know he won't reach out, but if you need anything..." Andrew pauses, knowing that it could very possibly upset his son even more, but he wants to make sure you know that he will be there. "Just send me a message and I will do everything I can." He's sure that Marcus has told you what a horrible man he is, detailing all his faults, or maybe not even mentioning him at all. He swallows harshly and waits for your answer.
"That's kind of you, but we have everything under control." Glancing up just in time to see Marcus roll his eyes at your choice of words, and you know you'll have to dignify them later by telling him that you were just being polite to not make more waves. Which is the truth. "It was good of you to call, but really. Marcus and I can handle everything."
Andrew senses the conversation is over, and he gives a small sigh. "Very well. It was nice to speak with you. I won't bother to ask to speak to Marcus again, please have a good day." He murmurs, looking down at the information he had managed to gather from his only son during the six-minute conversation
"Goodbye." Tapping Marcus's phone to end the call, you put the electronic back in his hand and reach up to hug him tight. "Well, that was unexpected."
Marcus shakes his head, closing his eyes as simultaneously wraps his arms around you and stiffens in your hold. Conflicting emotions warring inside him and threatening to spill out in a shout or hysterics, he hasn't quite decided which would be more appropriate.
"Do you want to go home, baby?" From your place in his arms, you look up to find his eyes closed and his full lips drawn in a deep frown. "Or back to my old place?"
"I— I don't know." He doesn't need to see Amanda right now. He knows that. He shakes his head, prying his eyes open and blinking before he focuses on you. "She fucking called him. Told him I knocked up my mistress." He hisses bitterly.
Regardless of the fact that that is technically true, you're not about to point any sort of pedantics. "Do you think she's trying to get his sympathy? Like that would make a difference somehow?"
"It's a fucking mind game." It only took him about thirty seconds after answering the call to figure that out. "She knows my feelings on my father and decided that it was the best way to torment me. Shove the proverbial mirror in my face. 'Look how much like him you are'." He scoffs but there is a slight edge of panic to his tone.
"She's grasping at straws, love." Both of your hands soothe down his arms and you look around with a sigh. "Why don't I pay for the notebook I picked up and we can go back to my old place and sit for a while? Madison usually comes over on Saturday nights when Naomi isn't working. It might be good for you to see an old friend again."
Marcus shakes his head, hating that the outing had been tainted. "No, no I'm not letting her ruin this." He decides, rolling his shoulders back and trying to push away the onslaught of emotions that always seem to come with dealing with his father. "Let's keep looking."
"How about stuffed animals?" You suggest, wanting to move away from anything that might loudly pronounce the word Daddy right now.
"Are you a zoo animals motif type person or sea creatures?" He asks, desperate to recapture the previously high spirit of the outing.
"Typically I would say zoo animals, but I could be persuaded for a cute otter or a dolphin." Taking his hand, you head for the next portion of the store down, where stuffed animals of all shapes, sizes, and colours can be seen lines shelves and walls.
"We could do a mixture of both?" He smiles, the first time since that damn phone rang. "Maybe have someone paint a wildlife mural on one wall and an underwater one on another?"
"We could do that. The nursery will be used over a couple of years so I'm sure we'll change things here and there." On one shelf, eye level with you, are a whole family of puppies made by the same company. Soft cotton corduroy in different colors with their little pink or red tongues hanging out. "I'm going to want to get all of them," you laugh, picking up a brown and white spotted one. "I can just tell."
Marcus hums, picking up another one and holding it up. "We should." He suggests. "Get all of them. They might not be making them by the time all the Pike-ettes are born and then how will all the kiddos have matching puppies that are different enough that they tell them apart?"
"I dunno, babe." But you grin just to hear the soft happiness in his voice. "There's six of these little guys. We're gonna have to pick out the four cutest. They can each come home from the hospital with their own puppy."
"Two for back up." He decides, unable to decide between the colors. "Just in case one puppy gets ruined. They can take mommy or daddy's puppy to keep safe."
"Okay, so which one is Daddy's?" A few feet away, there is a station of shopping baskets, and you scurry over to grab one and bring it back for Marcus to load the little stuffed puppies into.
Marcus chuckles and picks up a puppy that has soft purple fabric. "This one."
"Nice choice." It's the same color as a favorite sweater of his and you file away the information in the back of your head that purple is a comfort color for Marcus. From the other end of the shelf, you pick up one maybe of light gray-blue fabric with a black spot on his back and over one eye. "I think this one is Mommy's."
“That’s a good choice.” Marcus approves, taking it and setting it by his in the basket.
"And the other four will be gummed on, drooled over, slept with, played with, and generally carried everywhere by the Pike-ettes." One by one the other puppies are added to the cart and you chuckle. "It makes them sound like a little band. Or your little back-up singers. You could be Marcus and the Pike-ettes."
“Well, I was in a band.” Marcus teases playfully. He feels a little better, reminding himself that you are building a life together. A completely different situation from his father.
"You should take it up again." He still has his bass; you saw it hanging safely on his - your - bedroom wall last night where it stays locked away out of Amanda's grasp every day.
“I think those days are far behind me.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Can’t help you out with the babies if I’m practicing or playing.”
"But you were so sexy the time we went to that karaoke bar." It was about a month ago now, and you cringe to think that you had been out drinking while having no idea that you were pregnant. Marcus though? He brought down the house that night with an amazing rendition of "Where is My Mind?"
He can’t help but grin, wide and proud that you like the fact that he can sing and play an instrument. “Maybe when it’s just the two of us.” He says finally. “I’ll get a guitar and play for the baby.”
“That would be very sweet.” You shoot him a happy little grin, almost victorious but mostly just soft and full of love.
"So we will have a pack of kids carrying around puppies and blankets." Marcus hums, looking into the basket of the cart with a grin before he looks back at you. "Anything else?"
“Let’s wander back toward the front and see if anything catches our eye on the way out.” He’s smiling and light again, and you’re so grateful to see that the phone call from his father isn’t going to ruin day for him.
Marcus takes point at the cart, steering it for the two of you. Not because you can't push it with six stuffed puppies in it, but because he wants to leave you free to wander when something catches your eyes. "Let’s do it."
He really should not have left you free to roam, because the second you zero in on the silly Dad and Mom t-shirt section, your eyes light up with glee at all the bad puns. “Look!” You practically cackle, holding up a t-shirt that says Nacho Average Dad on it along with the image of a large sombrero. “It’s terrible and it’s perfect.”
“Oh my God.” Marcus groans to hide the chuckle and shakes his head. “It’s horrible. Put it in the basket.” He looks around, wanting to find some cute maternity shirts for you. Maybe a ‘bun in the oven’ one. He’s always thought those are funny.
“You should wear it when we go back to the Outpost while we’re in DC.” The more you think about it, the more it feels like the perfect first trip to take with him. Back to the place you should have met all those years ago.
“Yeah?” He grins at you. “You want to go back to that shitty little bar?”
“For old time’s sake.” You tell him with a grin. “Do you want to pick out a shirt for me to wear?”
Marcus nods quickly, moving over to the racks. “Call me crazy, but I really want one of those ‘What’s cooking?’ t-shirts with a picture of a bun in the oven.” He admits. “Corny, I know.”
“Corny but cute.” That is exactly the kind of choice you would expect from him, and part of why you offered to let him pick something in the first place.
He searches through the selections and holds up a shirt. It’s not exactly what he was looking for but it’s adorable. “What do you think?”
“Awwwe!” The purple maternity t-shirt in his hands has a little cartoon dinosaur eating a taco where it will sit over your growing bump, and reads Preggosaurus Tex-Mex over the chest, and you can’t help but laugh. “They even match!”
Marcus grins. “So that’s a yes.” He nods happily and shoves it in the cart to add to his. “We will definitely have to wear them together.”
“Absolutely.” Leaning into his arms is the easiest and most natural thing in the world, and the two of you push the cart full of stuffed animals and cheesy t-shirts to the front of the store with wistful smiles on your faces. “Ya know,” you hum, looking up at him as you stand in line at the cash register. “We actually should have dinner with Naomi and Madison tonight. If only to give them the news.”
“It might be a good thing.” Marcus admits, glancing at you before he looks down at the items in the cart. “I might hurt Amanda’s feelings too much if I see her right now.”
“For once, I wasn’t even thinking of her.” Although it might be a good idea to store the baby things at your old place at first. “I was just thinking we might want to share our happy news with our closest friends, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry.” Marcus immediately apologizes, feeling bad for bringing her up. “I shouldn’t have— you’re right.” He nods. “We should tell them.”
“No need to be sorry.” You promise him, picking up his hand in yours to leave a kiss on it. “She’s an unfortunate fact of our lives. Like having a mouse in the house. I just thought it would be nice to ignore the mouse for tonight.”
“What mouse?” He responses with a small smile. “No mouse here.” He sighs and rubs his hand over your stomach. “Just a peanut.”
“Ooooo, peanuts.” It wasn’t meant as a snack suggestion, you know that. But you’re still nearly salivating at the thought. “Honey roasted peanuts sound amazing.”
He snickers and leans in, pressing his lips to your neck. “Hungry huh?” He teases. “We will have to make sure we get some if they don’t have any at the register.”
“I have been on a Reese’s kick lately, and I had a couple of peanut butter sandwiches last week.” The realization makes you light up, almost giddy in a way. “I think we have our first official craving. Peanuts for the peanut.”
“Interesting.” He can’t even stop the wide grin. “Our little one likes peanuts.”
“I feel a childhood nickname coming on.” Chuckling, you push your cart up to the registers as the couple before you departs, and Marcus starts to unload the little family of stuffed animals onto the counter. “Oo, score!” You spot a little rack of snacks at one end of the counter, with a few tubes of peanuts in amongst the chocolate. “Baby, will you grab two?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at Marcus with a grin.
Chuckling, he grabs four, wanting to tuck a couple of packs into his car for an emergency snack for you. “Just in case.” He tells you when he holds up the packets. “Don’t want a hangry momma-to-be.”
“Smart.” Chuckles the cashier as she starts to swipe the puppies through the register and bag them. “These guys are so cute. I can’t believe they’re getting discontinued,” she comments, shrugging her shoulders.
“Oh, they are?” Marcus raises his brows at you, happy that he insisted that all of them be bought now. “How sad, they are cute.”
“I guess you were right about grabbing all of them, then.” You grin at Marcus, nose wrinkling with how wide the smile grows.
“I was right.” He looks back over at the cashier. “It will probably be the only time I’m ever right. So I’m going to savor this moment.” He jokes. “She’s the one with the instincts.”
“Moms usually are.” The girl smiles. Barely a few minutes later you’re out in the car again, your head leaning on Marcus’s shoulder while you wait for the AC to kick in and text Naomi.
To Naomi: Double date tonight? Our treat. 🍽🍾✨
It only takes a few moments for the typing bubble to appear and there is a response.
From Naomi: 🍾? What are we celebrating? Did the Wicked Witch pack up her broom and fly back to Portland?
To Naomi: We wish. It’s not that, but we do have news! Madam Mam’s at 6?
“I…may have suggested Thai tonight,” you admit sheepishly, tearing into the first packet of peanuts.
Marcus throws his head back and laughs. “Of course it’s fine. Pad Thai sounds great. And I’ll let you have all the peanut sauce with the spring rolls.”
From Naomi: Sounds great! We’ll see you then!
“Agent Pike, you are a handsome and considerate man.” And the goddamn love of your life. You really are the luckiest girl in the world.
“I guess the real question is if you prefer smooth or chunky peanut butter?” Marcus reaches over and caresses your knee. “So I know what to buy when you have a craving and we run out.”
“Chunky.” The nod you give him is full of authority, considering you’ve practically inhaled half the tube of peanuts already.
“Chunky it is.” Marcus grins, thinking that you look absolutely adorable and reaches forward to start the car.
******
A few hours later, you’re fidgeting in place waiting for your watch to hit six and your friends to arrive at the restaurant you suggested. It’s a gorgeous night and you decided to wait for Naomi and Madison just outside the front doors, but the anticipation is killing you now. “I’m just scared she’s going to be upset,” you mumble into Marcus’s arms, even though you know it’s ridiculous. “It’s not like we thought we were going to live together forever; I just don’t want my best friend to be sad.”
“I don’t think that she will be sad.” Marcus thinks that her and Madison are more serious than she’s let on, and maybe now that you are going through so many changes, she will take the next step with him.
“You don’t?” You probably sound like a blubbering idiot right now, but Marcus is stalwart and calm with his arms around you.
“No, I think she will be happy for you.” Marcus tightens his grip on you. “Maybe a little pissed at me, because of the circumstances. But she knows I’m not screwing you around.” He hopes. Naomi’s opinion meant the world to you, which means it means the world to him too.
“Naomi adores you.”
“Yeah, I’d be intimidated if I couldn’t bench more than you.” Madison appears around the corner with Naomi under his arm, jovial as always and already talking smack. That usually meant the night was sure to be upbeat.
“Hey.” Marcus turns in his seat and greets the two of them, standing up and moving to give Naomi a hug and slapping Madison on the shoulder. “You should worry, I’m gonna be lifting more than you soon.” Completely bullshit of course, he hates lifting.
“Only if it’s to drop a house on the Wicked Witch,” Madison jokes, leaning over to give you a hug before he heads into the restaurant between Marcus and Naomi.
“As a federal agent, I shouldn’t be making pre-meditated jokes.” Marcus huffs with a grin before he stands. “I’ll let them know our party is all ready.”
“Did you guys have a nice day?” You reach over to squeeze Naomi’s hand and feel an army of nervous butterflies erupt in your belly. Or maybe that’s the baby. You really can’t be sure.
“We always do.” Naomi smiles and searches your face, seeing your nervousness. “Hon, what’s wrong? Do I need to beat her ass? Because I will.”
“No, it’s not like that.” The trouble with saying yes to Naomi is she’ll actually do it, even if you’re just being sarcastic or overdramatic. So you shake your head and grab her hand to follow Marcus when he signals that you’re ready to be seated. “Everything’s okay. There’s just a lot going on.”
“Ummhmmm.” She obviously thinks there’s more going on, but she’s not going to push you. “Good thing you called me out to get drunk tonight then.”
“Yeah, totally.” You hum, knowing full well that you’ll be drinking ginger ale with your dinner and not a cocktail.
Naomi doesn’t catch that, too busy perusing the menu after you’ve been sat down to decide what she is going to eat. “God everything looks so good.” She gushes happily. “What are you having?”
“I’m debating between pad Thai and the Masman curry.” You glance at Marcus and try not to grin, knowing he’ll zero in on the fact that the curry in question also features peanuts. “We could always just get a bunch of stuff to share?”
Marcus hums and nods his approval. “That sounds like a good idea. Spring rolls sounds good? Extra peanut sauce?” He asks, smirking at you.
“Yes please.” The giant grin on your face is goofy enough you have to bite your lip to not laugh and Madison points one finger between you and Marcus with a furrow in his brow. “What’s going on?” He insists, knowing that something is going on. “Peanut sauce just isn’t that funny.”
Marcus decided to fuck with his friend. “I licked peanut sauce off her last night.” He jokes, winking at you playfully.
Naomi almost chokes on her water, knowing full well that you and Marcus haven’t been intimate since your first date. She is agonizingly aware, mostly because of how hard you try not to pout about her and Madison being cute together. “Is that what we’re celebrating?” She asks, perking up in her seat. “Are you guys fucking again?”
Marcus gives a small pout, frowning slightly. “Not exactly.” He admits, knowing that he still has some issues with total intimacy.
"So what are we celebrating?" Naomi sits back in her chair and casually reaches for Madison's hand, lacing their fingers together in an unconsciously intimate movement.
Marcus bites his lip, mirroring the same movement with you, picking up your hand and kissing the back of it. “We have a lot of things to celebrate.” He tells them with a small smile.
"Ooooooh, oh my god." The excitement in Naomi's demeanor hits near giddiness, and she tugs on Madison's hand with glee. "I told you! I knew they weren't going to let the Wicked Witch stop them!" She turns her gaze on you almost dreamily. "You finally told him, didn't you?"
"That's one thing." You nod, impossibly wide smile growing even more just before the waiter walks up to take your drink orders. "I did finally put on my big girl panties and tell Marcus that I love him."
All of you order, Marcus insisting that the two of you wanted to wait for heavier drinks and ordered a water for himself while you ordered one of the specialty boba teas. “We’ve also decided something else.” He announces after the waiter walks away. “She’s moving in with me.”
"In with you, like in with you?" Naomi nearly bounces out of her chair, but the confusion is written on her face. "Even with the Wicked Witch there?"
"Yeah. Even with her there." You half-chuckle, shrugging your shoulders and squeezing Marcus's hand. "It's more important to us to be together and not let her spoil things. But, if it's okay with you, we were hoping I could leave a few pieces of furniture in my old room until either she's gone, or we can put them in storage."
“Of course.” Naomi frowns slightly and leans forward, wondering why you are in a rush to live together. She knows it will cause more drama. “Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, hopefully this is over in a year.”
"Hopefully." Though you can definitely agree with that sentiment, there's more at stake that you can't just wait out. "We're not prepared to let her hijack more of our relationship, though."
“Okaaaaay.” She looks suspicious but she nods. “I agree with that. Although it might have been more peaceful to just have Marcus move in with us.”
"That could be misconstrued as giving her the condo." And giving in to any of her inane demands in the lowest possibility in the world right now.
“True.” She’ll concede that point. “So I guess that makes our choice easier.” Naomi shrugs and looks over at Madison. “You’ll move in with me.”
"You were right." That beaming smile of yours is turned back on Marcus while your friends share a kiss, and you lean your head on his shoulder for a moment. "Twice in one day. Very impressive of you, baby."
"A man in love can always recognize another man in the same situation." He quips and winks at Madison and Naomi before looking down at you and kissing your forehead.
“Which is how I know you’re not done announcing shit,” Madison points out, only pausing in teasing when the waiter returns with your drinks and takes the food order for the table.
Marcus grins when you order everything with peanuts on the menu, rubbing your back and humming happily. Once the waiter leaves again, he looks over at you. “Do you want to tell them, baby?” He asks softly.
You want to tell them everything - be in a world where you can be excited with your best friends about the very best parts of your life getting so much better - and you nod before taking Marcus’s hand under the table again. “We, um—l” The thickness in your voice is disbelief at all that happiness, and when you clear your throat you have to blink back those joyful tears that have been brimming all day long. “We decided we want to get married.” You tell your friends, beaming with happiness and love and pride in the man beside you. “As soon as the Wicked Witch is gone. Otherwise, I love him so much I might have dragged him up to City Hall today for the license.”
Naomi gasps, nearly choking even though she hadn’t had anything to drink yet. “What?” Her eyes dart between the two of you. “That’s— that’s great!”
“I hope it goes without saying that I need my ride-or-die maid of honour?” Reaching for Naomi’s other hand on the table, you give it a quick squeeze before needing your own hand back to wipe away a tear that managed to spill.
“Without saying.” Naomi promises, flashing you a brilliant smile and choking back a happy sob. “I can’t believe it!” She lifts a brow at Madison and grins. “You have been shown up.” She teases playfully.
“With Pike, I’m used to it.” He grumbles good-naturedly. Not that he hadn’t been carefully rooting through his girlfriend’s jewelry box and browsing jewelry store websites for a month now. He’s not going to let someone as amazing as Naomi slip away.
“That’s right.” Marcus tosses his old friend a smug grin. “Beat your ass at the Academy too.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Madison rolls his eyes dramatically and takes a sip from his beer bottle. “You’ll get married first, fine. We’ll just have to have our first kid first.” A conversation about having a family a month ago was what precipitated the ring browsing, but they hadn’t said anything to their friends yet. You and Marcus having such a precarious situation had made them not want to flaunt their happiness – apparently they shouldn’t have worried.
Marcus shifts in his seat, unable to hold back the proud smile from creasing his faces. He quickly glances over at you to make sure it’s okay that he announces it. “About that…” he starts teasingly. “It’s a good thing you aren’t in a betting pool on those odds.”
“Are you seriously trying?” Naomi practically jumps forward in her seat, eyes wide with that level of excitement that really only comes from seeing the people you love truly being happy. “Oh my god you’re going to be the best mom I can’t fucking stand it.” As much as she jumped forward, she’s now out of her chair and hugging you in a flash.
“It’s uh…it’s not so much that we’re trying,” you laugh, letting go of Marcus’s hand and hugging her back tightly. “I am pregnant.”
“You are preg—” Naomi’s eyes widen dramatically and she leans back from her hug. “That one time?” She demands, looking over at Marcus. “No offense, but that’s – wow.”
“That was kind of our reaction.” Having it out in the open - enjoying the chance to tell your best friends - is the perfect end to what has really been a perfect day aside from the five-minute intrusion by Andrew Packard this afternoon. “We’re really excited though.”
“Are you okay?” Madison leans forward, a concerned frown on his face directed towards Marcus. He had learned a bit about his friend’s past, although it wasn’t well known. Marcus liked keeping his family history in the past.
Marcus nods and you can’t help but be grateful that he already had a friend in Austin when he moved here. You can’t imagine if he had had to deal with all of this without a friend nearby to confide in. “The situation isn’t perfect.” That is the understatement of the year, but you have to shrug it off. “But it’s all what we wanted for our relationship further down the line, anyway.”
“Does she know?” Naomi asks, brow raised curiously.
“Yeah, she knows.” You shake your head, knowing how impossible the situation really is. “It’s a completely tangled web. But at least when everything finally gets untangled, we’ll have our family.”
Huffing, Naomi hugs you tightly one last time before she moves to hug Marcus in a quick, but fierce hug. “I know you will, but you better take care of my girl.”
Marcus laughs, hugging your best friend back. “Don’t worry about that. We’ve already figured out the little peanut likes peanuts.” He jokes, winking at you over her shoulder. “First cravings apparently.”
“Hence the Thai food?” Madison guesses with a laugh.
“Hence the Thai food,” you agree, one hand floating softly to your so-far unchanged belly.
Sitting back down, Naomi has a proud look on her face. “I’m going to be an Auntie!” She squeals happily, knowing that she will be in this kid’s life in some capacity. “We just need to make sure momma’s okay while all this…” she waves her hand in irritation, “drama plays out.”
“You’re going to be the best auntie.” Naomi’s capacity for love is probably only surpassed by Marcus’s, and you know without hesitation that this baby is going to be spoiled for love right from the start. “And Madi is going to be the uncle we all have to keep an eye on, or he’ll get them into trouble.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Madison tries to act offended, but the grin spreading across his face gives him away. “I would never be so bold.”
“Bold is your middle name, baby.” Naomi teases. “And I love you for it.”
“So now you see we had so much news, that we needed a night with our friends.” Marcus tells them, reaching for your hand again. “It’s going to be rough if Amanda wants it to be, but I’m determined to get things taken care of so we can focus on our future.”
“She’s going to try to make it hell, but we’ll be ready.” Madison is sure of that, but he raises his drink toward the middle of the table in salute. “Congratulations, guys. Here’s to you.”
“To our little Pike-ette and my amazing fiancée.” Marcus adds, taking a sip of his water after Madison.
“Pike-ette?” Naomi coos, taking a sip of her cocktail. “That’s so cute I could die, you guys.”
“How much does Naomi know?” Marcus asks, looking over at you. The trust hasn’t been officially mentioned by him, just that Amanda wasn’t happy with the original divorce settlement.
“The basics,” you murmur back. It’s his story to tell not yours, and you had stuck with just telling Naomi that Amanda was after more money instead of divulging all the complex details of Marcus’s life to her. He’s guarded about it to begin with, the last thing you wanted was to make him feel like you couldn’t be trusted.
“She might as well know.” Marcus rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. “Especially because it’s going to get worse before it gets better.” He gives Naomi a bland smile and a slight shrug. “I’m the illegitimate son - the bastard - of Andrew Packard, and because of that, I have a trust fund that Amanda wants to get her hands on.”
Naomi’s face goes from blank to confused to recognition in about five seconds. “Andrew Packard the multimillionaire computer guy?” She lowers her voice, obviously understanding that it isn’t something he flaunts. Before today all she knew was that he was raised by a single mom.
“Yeah, that’s the one.” He blows out a breath, figuring it was better to tell her himself rather than whatever Amanda could come up with to try to damage his reputation with your friend. Madison grimaces, knowing how much Marcus hates to talk about his father. “My mother was his mistress for twenty years, until her death when I was in high school.” He knows it doesn’t make his mother look very good, but she had made peace with what she was and what she had done.
“And Amanda knew?” It doesn’t take much for Naomi to guess that.
“She was my wife.” Marcus reminds her. “I didn’t think I needed to keep that a secret, but the trust never came up because it wasn’t mine. It still isn’t mine.” He rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t belong to me until I turn forty or upon the birth of my first child.”
“Which is in…” the quick math only takes her a split second. “Seven months. Fuck, you guys. She is going to get so much worse.”
“Yep.” Marcus sighs and leans back, moving to throw his arm around your shoulder, rubbing it gently. “But I’m not giving her a dime.”
“By the time they’re old enough for college, tuition will probably take up the entire thing anyway,” you joke, trying to lighten the mood as best you can. “Right now we just want to be happy thinking about our future. That’s all. Happy daydreams and plans that can’t be spoiled no matter how hard she tries.”
“Oh, she’s going to try.” Marcus huffs. “She called my father.”
“Shit.” Madison drops backward in his chair and groans. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”
“Nope, dear old dad called me today,” Marcus scowls at that. “Poking his nose where it doesn’t belong because Amanda told him I followed in his footsteps.”
“Which is obviously ridiculous.” Naomi has no problem jumping on that comparison, even not knowing the entire situation. “You’re supposed to be divorced. You are divorced, as far as any of us are concerned. She’s the crazy woman who can’t let shit go.”
“She told him what she told our lawyers. That we ‘reconciled’.” He rolls his eyes and blows out a frustrated breath. “So I got to be interrogated better than the fucking FBI, and I am the FBI.”
“Look on the bright side,” Madison offers, rolling his eyes. “Since you’ve already talked to him this calendar year, you can skip the courtesy Christmas call.”
Marcus snorts, nodding his head in agreement. “I guess that is a silver lining.” He huffs, looking over at you and twisting his body so he can caress your stomach.
“The Pike-ette is the ultimate silver lining.” You’ve decided, and lay your hand on top of Marcus’s.
“God you two are adorable.” Naomi rolls her eyes and grins happily. “There better be a t-shirt with Pike-ette on it in the near future.”
“We got really cheesy t-shirts at the baby store today.” The arrival of the spring rolls has you groaning happily and digging in almost immediately. “I have a feeling cheesy parent t-shirts is going to become a thing for us.”
Marcus pushes his own little cup of peanut sauce towards you. “Of course. We’re cheesy.” He grins and lean in to kiss your cheek since there is already a little dabble of peanut sauce on the side of your mouth. “We deserve to be cheesy.”
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Loved your post about making friends with your 10 year old self and I definitely vibe w it but also it's sort of weird and complicated and uncomfortable because I'm a trans guy who started transitioning as an adult, and honestly. I don't know how I feel about that kid. You know? I know this is a highly individualized experience [and you don't have to answer this ask, I'm honestly just sort of spitballing] so I guess I'm just sending this question out to the masses - how do you approach that? How do I find grace for that kid who was so miserable, when thinking about them hurts?
i dont know if i can give you any sort of really helpful answer only cause i don't know you and this is the kind of thing thats so personal and takes so much time and emotional work. like absolutely it's possible but yeah it's complicated.
i'm also a trans guy who didnt start transitioning until i was almost 25 so, i definitely get it. for many reasons, transness included, i spent most of my life feeling very divorced from my body and cut off from my own spirit, and the process of sort of coming back to myself has been painful. i guess the big thing is "that kid" is still you. even if you had to be so cut off from yourself, it was just you, and you were trying to survive and you probably coped the best you could. for me i am like, just recently as of this year starting to feel like i'm a real person for the first time ever. it can take a lot of energy to deal with that and sometimes you don't have the time for it and you just keep on trucking until you do have time to deal with it.
in and outside therapy ive spent a lot of time either imagining or making art about the idea of meeting my childhood self now as an adult, and processing how that would make me feel and how it would make my child self feel and how we would handle it. that may be something that could help you?
its def gonna hurt. but i guess one thing i keep thinking about is like, the miserable kid that you were still survived so that you can be here now. so for me it feels like the least i can do is give my child self a mental hug just for getting me here. and sometimes you don't hug someone just for their benefit but for both of you to get some comfort.
i hope at least some of this is interesting and/or helpful idk. i feel like i could ramble on about the topic for a long long time, it's definitely been occupying so much of my brain space for the past ten years lol.
sending you love <3
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January 24, 2023
Ok, last day of classes for the week! I have a lot to do today, my life is a little hectic at the moment. I have one of my best friends coming to watch the puppy today which is great.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about friends and about myself lately, brought on by my birthday party laments most likely. Anyway, I've been thinking about how like, I've never actually had long-term, healthy relationships modeled to me. My parents got divorced when I was very little, and then my dad had a live in girlfriend for 6 years before she and her daughter moved out. My mom got married to another guy for 5 years until they divorced, and then she had a baby and moved in with a man for about 3 years before they split up. And I was living like, around these different families for different periods of time at different rates. So a stable family was never like, modeled to me and the closes I came to one was gone after 6 years. I don't know how to make and maintain long-term relationships. And certainly I've had difficulty engaging in healthy relationships and I say that taking on the full understanding that I had engaged in toxic behavior in relationships, romantic and platonic. So on one hand, I think I should cut myself some slack, like obviously this is hard to learn and obviously I'm going to fuck it up on accident and I just need to keep working at it. But on the other hand I am like, so mad and sad and upset and I just feel defeated. Like it is so embarrassing to be a 23 year old adult woman going to grad school and being like, "yeah I really struggle making and keeping friends and I am still learning to navigate a lot of social systems and social queues." like ugh girl really. It's just not the vibe and that's so disappointing.
Another thing I have been thinking about is how hyper-vigilant my mother made me. I saw a tiktok this morning that really resonated with me. This lady was talking about how a parentified child can learn hyper-vigilance as a way to try to keep their parents/siblings happy by trying to read facial expressions and tone and try to manage how everyone in the household feels. She said it's a form of control and like, feeling like you have control of a situation. And then had the thought that maybe my childhood was my mom begging me to get control of her, and I never could. Because that's a ridiculous thing to ask a child I mean imagine me asking a one year old to help me get control of myself like, it's not gonna happen that one year old has never seen like a tiger yet its not even been bowling.
I just feel like I am getting better at identifying how I feel and trying to reach the root cause of it. I am beginning to think maybe the way to feel better about myself and make more friends is instead of examining every flaw I think I might have with a magnifying glass, pushing myself as hard as possible to fix it, maybe I just start accepting that the world is how it is, people are how they are, and maybe I am worth the time and effort it takes to be myself.
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Devlog #3
December, 2nd, 2022.
Hello again, all you beautiful faceless homunculi. I'm back after 9 long grueling months stuck in a Hong Kong labour camp. I have finally escaped and am back to work on whatever it is we do here at wackyratTM or whatever its called now. Anyways I've started drinking again and when I drink I get creative. Which is why I decided to finally sit down and birth this monstrosity I'm calling a devlog. So you're welcome. Speaking of monstrosities the game now has its first character. Now we'll I can't tell you too much them. I can tell you that they are guaranteed to stick with you right up to your final breath. I'm honestly sorry I created them ; only I've created that's more horrific is my son Matthew. Suprise, suprise I'm not some lowly virgin typing this out on a Belle delphine keyboard; well staring longingly at my "my little pony" collection. I am infact a divorced dad of 3 , ok 2 beautiful children and one Matthew. Thing is Matthew isn't even my son. He's the product of my bitch ex-wife hooking up with some Puerto Rican pro overwatch player; And the bitch had the audacity to make me child support for him for 13 years. It only ended then because it came out that his father was underage at the time of conception. Meaning not only is my ex-wife a bitch buts she's also a pedophile. Hey, at least it allowed me to get custody of me kids and also Matthew. Oh and you better believe I gave one hell of a testimony at her hearing. A little bit of perjury is ok, right ?. On another note , have you guys ever been to a SOAD concert? If not,The fuck are you waiting for ? If you have though. Then I've got a story for you. So I had acquired tickets through an almost legitimate source. I show up all decked out in my best leather vest + jort combo. It was going pretty well and I had worked my into the moshpitt. That's when shit went south. Next thing I know I'm getting groped more than a Japanese schoolgirl on a train. So I do the natural thing and headbutt the motherfucker giving me an impromptu prostate exam. Dudes nose shatters there's blood everywhere. Serj is yelling at me to get the fuck out of his show and security is treating me slightly better than FedEx treats there packages. Anyways long story short don't mix cocaine , Adderall and crushed up Flintstone vitamins. Anyhow I wanna get this published already cause it's been so damn. So in light up that I'm gonna wrap this up but don't worry there is more stories to come. Hopefully. Maybe. But you know don't hold your breath. Adios , your friend tinkleshits.
P.S. to whoever stole my Kia Sorento..... FUCK YOU
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My unorganised thoughts on the Hungarian Grand prix
(there's a lot to get through omg)
-SEBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
- I am absolutely heartbroken for sebs retirement but I don't blame him whatsoever, he deserves so much better than what he was getting
-on the back of that, FUCKING ALONSO?? They must be joking (although piastri to alpine is delicious)
-latifi placing his rusty Williams into p1 in fp3 was the best thing to happen all year. Shame he messed up at the final turn during quali I feel like he couldve qualified higher if he didn't do that
-ferarri just ferarri-ing as usual (why in the flying fucks would you put hards during wet conditions when multiple other drivers had big issues with their hard tires before this. Poor Charles
-also binotto blaming it on the car and saying it wasn't strategy... Bro are you blind
- incredible drive from max, not much more to say.
- Danny ricc's overtakes on the AM's were beautiful, shame he couldn't get in the points. This is the Daniel we know and love so hopefully we see more of this (also it was so cute when he apologised to lance after the race for the collison, gotta keep on good terms with your bff's inlaws)
- yuki😭 man has no luck
-tho pierre coming out of no one up the field, what a guy. He's has too much bad luck with that car(yuki too), he deserves better than that
- as an este fan, I'm just gonna ignore the blocking he did on alonso, also ocon fighting all the ex teammates was cute, nothing better than overtaking exes( I am a child of divorce)
- max and Lewis after the race >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
- I'm so sad Russell didn't win but max is unstoppable so I'm not surprised, nice to see the mercs bouncing back
- its so sad yet very funny that merc are about to pass ferarri on points in the constructors. That's when you know its bad for ferarri when merc had the horrible start they had at the beginning of the year
- what the fuck am I supposed to do for 3 weeks
- anyways see yall in spa for pierres 100th gp... In spa😭
#So much happened I couldn't keep up#f1#esteban ocon#Fernando alonso#lance stroll#sebastian vettel#lewis hamilton#George Russell#mick schumacher#kevin magnussen#pierre gasly#yuki tsunoda#alex albon#Nicholas latifi#charles leclerc#Carlos sainz#daniel ricciardo#Lando norris#Zhou guanyu#Valtteri bottas#Max verstappen#Sergio perez
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Omg I love the would you rathers so much- anyway here are my answers:
1. I’m sorry, but I am absolutely chomping. I feel like he’d still make a sexual reference either way, like “Damn, you’re that excited to go down on it? 😏”
2. Yeah Jennifer is getting someone else. Best part is I can get rid of a guy I don’t like!
3. I would never do that to Bubba 😭, I’ll take one for the team. My no-major injury streak had to end sometime
4. Look, Patrick is the one of the many people I’d rather not make an enemy with, so I’ll gladly go sleep on the couch. Chances are someone else might tell him to shut up though.
5. I do not trust Chucky within an inch of my life. Jason will at least be courteous and withhold on the chopping, can’t say the same for Michael but if I’m quick enough, I can get by without a stab wound.
6. Omg this one was so hard. I guess I’ll go with Beetlejuice. At least I can make him go away
7. As a child of divorced parents, going into the kitchen with two people are arguing will be just like old times. If I want chips I’m getting chips
8. Well, I have no idea how hard she’s flinging that table. So sorry Carrie, as much as I would like to help you, I’d rather not possibly die by table
9. So my favorite Slasher is Jason and my favorite Non-favorite is Pennywise. I honestly don’t know if either of them really need my help, but if I had to pick one…..I’ll save Penny. Jason has a history of coming back after dying so he’ll be up and going again soon. Penny can only do so much against an adult
10. I’m going to Mama Voorhees, I think she’ll appreciate the honesty. If I go to Freddy, I’ll have to owe him a favor, and something tells me he’ll take full advantage of that
11. Truth. God knows what they’d make me do as a dare.
12. Again, a very hard choice. I guess I’ll go with Patrick, at least he’ll try to make me look flattering.
13. I would definitely want Penny to turn into Freddy. It would come as no surprise to anyone if “Freddy” flirted with Pam. Plus, it’d be kinda funny seeing Jason chuck Freddy through the wall lol
What are your answers though? 👀
I'm so glad you liked them XDD
Oh he sure would- that or he'd be over dramatic and toony and, like, you would see his soul would crack inside his eyes XDD
Exactly!! I'm glad this is the consensus so far XDD Like, Jennifer's telling ya'll that A sacrifice must be made., and you're just going 'Okay! :D :D :D I have a list!'
That's very brave of you ^^ ^^ XD Bubba should make you a stew.
Oh same. We can brave the living room together! I think if we build the best fort- it should be fine. Haha
Again, guys-
I just don't think these are the actions of a polite boy!! This is a bitter old man!
6. Hahahaha, I'm glad it was hard 😈😈😈
7. Sameeee!! Don't mind us, guys, just gettin cheezels. Hey do we have- Hey. Hey. HEY- DO WE HAVE THE CHICKEN FLAVOUR??
8. Good call 😅
9. Good point!! We shouldn't worry too much about Jason. He's stubborn ^^ Also- same as Fox Anon!
10. Very honourable!! And you now may befriend Jason because you're pure! Congrats!
11. OKAY YOUR TRUTH! Here we go- from Billy and Stu: Would you live inside Christine, a car, if she allowed you to do so??
12. Ohhh, good choice!! Yeah, and you'd probably get some really nice, expensive digs out of the deal!
13. Its always funny to see Jason take the hammer to Freddy XD I agree.
Thank you for your answers!!! They're were great! Also thank you for the opportunity to give my answers, too! ^^ They're below if you're interested ^^
I'm eating that popsicle normally. I canNOT bite cold things, or hot things, or wood- My teeth are SO SENSITIVE!! If he has a reaction, oh well that sounds like a him problem and he can deal with it.
I'm sure I can find someone for her...
I kinda wanna meet Aubrey II!! 😅😅😅 So yeah, I'll go! Bubba can stay inside and have a tea. But I'm gonna see if I can, like, drop some food down from above somehow.
Couch!! Patrick is scary. Bring all your blankets and pillows and books for the fort. Also chocolate- we'll need rations.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this one was hard!! I think I have to go with Jason and Michael too, though! I'd rather be manhandled to death (What? Look me in the eyes and tell you that some of those gifs of Michael holding women against walls with knives and yanking them around doesn't do something to you. Look me directly in the eye- ) then whatever that dreaded big red button does... God forbid.
Drayton!~ I love Drayton ^^ And I'm very good at listening. And-
... no no no- No. No. NO
7. Like I said, I'm with you here.
8. ... *sigh* I'm probably gonna get concussed. Bring on the table!
9. Favourite Slasher? Freddy. Favourite Non-Slasher? Probably Aubrey II now!
... I would love to see this fight XD And I would probably try to save Aubrey II. Like you said- Slashers have a knack for comin back.
10. If Freddy can help me I'm going to him. That way- if it all goes south still and Pam finds out anyway- I'm not going down alone. I am taking him with me. Ha
11. Oh dear god. ... truth...
12. Oh!! Oh! This is hard. I... hmmmm... I'm gonna go with Jerry. He might be nicer to me 😅😅 And he does have a good sense of style.
13. Oof... the thought of real Chucky being oh so confused and wondering why the hell Tiffany is throwing shit at him again is hilarious... But yeah, option B. I'd rather get Freddy chucked out a window then cause a divorce.
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I know I’ve posted links to these pages before, but not for many months, and I’m now using them again and really need to reiterate how awesome this is. Obviously, a podcast like The Bugle is going to have a fanbase full of the type of people who would go through every episode and catalogue the hell out of it. Obviously. Obviously this exists.
Both those links look like the same thing, but they’re different pages. One is a properly organized list of the first 193 episodes, going through each section of most episodes and noting what was discussed, and listing instances of the various running jokes, motifs, features, recurring characters, etc. The other is a disorganized mess that, for each episode up to 146, lists some key phrases and topics. It is so helpful. It looks like a mess at first, but it’s amazingly helpful that if I vaguely remember some joke or other that was made in any of the first 193 episodes, I can CTRL+F for it on that page, and I will probably find it. Not quite 100% of the time, obviously, but this page has come through for me more often than it’s let me down, when I recall some offhand comment Andy Zaltzman made sometime around 2009 but I don’t know its context, and I check this page for it, and there it is. It’s fucking great.
It’s the sort of thing I’d make, but I don’t have to, because it turns out I fit so perfectly into the demographic of Bugle fans (autistic, the word I’m looking for is autistic) that the other ones are just like me and they beat me to it. It was incredibly helpful when I was making Bugle compilations last year, which I maintain were an excellent use of my time, even the one the ended up being the length, and arguably breadth, of a feature film (it’s the one about John Oliver and Sarah Palin, it was supposed to just be a short audio compilation but it’s 74 minutes long and features enough photos and video to count as a documentary).
Aside from how helpful they are, it’s just really entertaining to read the thrown-together lists of “things that happened in this episode” out of context. The properly organized list is great, but the one that’s an unformatted mess has a charm I hugely enjoy, and creates some amusing out-of-context summaries. To grab a few at random:
37 21/7/08 Obama an the media Dr love/The Slaying of Nigel Obama/VP ideas/Europe loves Obama/ Andy describes badgers/Crazy Belgians/Stalin&Rasputin leading best Russian pole/Warmonger cowboy fancy drees/Batgirl is jewish/HFH: Gulveg the Norse giantess
56 15/12/08 Riggles leaving do/lettuce or fairy wings/Blagoiavic corruption/Obamas 1stspeech Old McDonald/Michael stone claims his attack was art/OJ giving birth/Neither Obama or McCain are eligable to be president/Canada in shambles/Plans to cut down smoking/Names for Andys child/British sportsman of the year/Scottish tennis, "Foot fault f*ck you"
109 29/3/10 US healthcare bill a big fucking deal/Death threat on Twitter/Bullet falls through Eric Cantors window/US Israel settlements talk/British MP's cabs for hire/The American on healthcare & National treasure, thinks he's on the radio, guns in Starbucks/Flipping Vanilla Ice the Bird/Roll call of donors
115 17/5/10 Britains Coalition Gov./UK has only 1 more Female MP than Afganistan/Berlusconnis divorce terms/Grecian economy is fucked/Phillies fan tazered
127 20/9/10 Pope in UK/$80 million to keep tigers alive $50 million given/Tea Pary wins midterms/Christine O'Donnel... hates masturbation, is a witch, cross breeding animals/Sport of shinti
131 18/10/10 John beats Riggle at fantasy football, Riggle threatens to kill him/Sporty Pussycat Doll/Bugles 3rd Birthday/Andy is drunk/Chilean miners get out/Someone throws book at Obama
Fucking excellent. Someone scribbled all these notes and put them on the internet so that ten years later I could easily look up in what episode American comedian Rob Riggle threatened to murder John Oliver. Thank you for your service, whoever made this. This is what the internet should be for.
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Hey 🍀!! Ok so your update made me think a lot. Like really a lot and so I decided to give it some time, settle all my emotions and first thoughts. I read ch20 again and all your ask from yesterday. I am sorry but I have a feeling that OC should not go for another child. I am not accusing her I know it’s a big thing to say. I understand about her insecurities after pregnancy how her body change. (Complete support for all the people who go through body shaming issues). She says no one prepared her for that changes but now she knows those changes. 2nd pregnancy is going to do no good for her body and self confidence . It’s going to make more changes which she will be more insecure of. I know every one is different and handle issues and difficulties differently. But what makes her think she is going to be ok with her body after baby 2. In fact if she is not happy about her self how she is going to keep 2 kids happy. It’s not an easy job at all. And with Jun needing company that’s not the only solution I see. Like why not consider adopting then. (Again a big topic to discuss)
I also disagree with her wanting Youngi to chase her when she got the topic of divorce. It’s like she was threatening him with it. Clearly there was lots of miss communication between them because he thought she deserves someone who can give her more time more attention and just agreed. And like because of that they all three went to hell. (I also considering Jun here because I am sure it must have affected him when both his parents were going through tough times.)
Saying all this I still feel a soft corner for OC. No one is perfect. Does she want Youngi back in her life now. Like has she thought about it. I just want the best for this family.
Ok I think I should stop it’s quit a big ask with heavy topics.
And last but not least 🍀 u r an amazing writer who made her readers think so much about this topic and as always I am so happy to read about characters that r not perfect. The gray in them makes them more relatable more real. Love you ( Jun get well soon baby)
hi! im glad it made you think! its a topic we should learn to speak more openly about
whilst i do agree with you to a certain extent, loads of moms want to reach the amount of kids they want before they get back to working on themselves (physically). i think a lot of ppl just don’t want to go through the changes that come w pregnancy, go through all that work to get back to where you were, just to end up pregnant again and have all that work go to waste.
this is what its been like for yn. shes wanted 2 kids since forever. so i wouldn’t say she shouldn’t go for it just because the 1st pregnancy didn’t prepare her. i think these things come and go. sometimes you feel good about yourself and sometimes you don’t. that’s life. we’re human
but yn has always been fixed on having 2 kids. it was supposed to happen way earlier but things got in the way. (a divorce for example) so now she feels like shes running out of time
when yn looks at jun, she knows deep in her heart she would do it all over again with a snap of her fingers. it’s when she’s isolated, when she hasn’t seen jun in a while, when she’s alone, that these horrible thoughts and insecurities prevail. i think everyone can relate that when you’re alone with your thoughts, they can get suffocating
we’ll see how the story unfolds! i enjoyed reading ur analysis and i hope to hear from u again soon <3
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I'm not doing okay
It's currently 3 AM. Usually, this isn't an unfamiliar time of day for me, but right now, it's foreign and something I wish I wasn't experiencing. I'm scared, I'm angry, I'm frustrated. I wish there was more I could do, but all I'm capable of is slowly building my life and urging myself to succeed.
Thoughts race through my head wondering what my future will look like. Will my dad ever be able to walk me down the isle? Will he be able to see me graduate from Community College? Will he make it to the liver transplant? Right now... a lot of these things are looking like a "no". I'm devastated. You really can never prepare yourself enough to see your hero and most beloved family member in such a vulnerable position. He's so weak and is becoming increasingly frail... all in the span of a couple of short weeks.
I'm awoken tonight, at 2:30 AM, by the echoing sounds of violent vomiting through the walls from the master bathroom to my room; it really is a shame my closet wall is the bathroom wall. Now I can't sleep anymore. Not that my sleeping has been any good lately. Restless, on and off fits of weird, and often times uncomfortable, dreams have been plaguing me this past week and a half. I guess I can try to find the bright side tonight. At least I know I'll be awake enough to shower this morning. It's 3:29 AM and I need to wake up at 6:45 to prepare to leave for my classes and drive my friend to school with me.
Guess the early bird gets the worm...
I feel very... alone. I feel like I pissed my best friend off, just by talking about my textbook buying habits. I don't know how to talk or be around people on a deeper level. Even these friends, who have known me for nearly a decade now, are foreign to me at times. Sometimes I feel so selfish, like I don't pay enough attention to them. Sometimes I find it really hard to relate to them. They like to say I'm rich. I'm really not, but I can't ever say that to them because they just don't believe it. The only reason I have the things I do is mostly because of my brother, or years and years of saving items and things. From collecting hand me downs and taking advantage of every opportunity I can when I can.
Especially back in the day, when I lived in the desert and my dad was with Karen still, we struggled a lot. Karen would spend all of my dad's money. He was retired and got a decent pension, but that wasn't enough to support his child with a birth defect AND his selfish wife's spending habits; so he got another job at a Tax Man. Those years were really rough... He wasn't around a lot and the abuse I suffered from Karen was at some of its worse at that time. I only have the things I have because I played my cards right. I'm not rich, I may be fortunate, but I'm not privileged in such a way like that. Things are quite a bit better now, because my dad's new wife - my step mom - has her own pension. Which is great because Karen took half of my dad's in the divorce.
My dad... he used to buy meat on sale on the extra weeks of work during the longer months. He would store them in a deep freezer and use that to feed the family for the month until he could scrounge up enough to buy more again. He struggled to pay bills. He got angry at Karen for spending money they didn't have. But my dad is SMART. He worked his ass off and saved every penny he could to provide for his family and kids so they never FELT poor. This extended to me, even in his retirement. To say we're rich is an insult. I hate that my friends can so casually call me that because we play our cards right. We were never given a good hand, we just played the slow and long game, and put on good little white people smiles.
My dad shouldn't have spoiled me like he did. As I get older, the more I realize just how much that took out of him. The only reason we got the Oak Hills house was because he put his entire inheritance into building it. His dead father, who he loved so much, left him a small chunk of change and he couldn't use it for himself. He used it to build a house in a better school district for me and used it for my extensive surgeries. That money is just gone. Especially after the divorce... he never kept documentation of his inheritance he put into the house so that was never given back to him after the divorce. I struggle to keep my leg healthy because of how much he struggled to give me the medical help I needed.
We may not be outwardly struggling... but we're not well off. My stepmom, god my stepmom had it even worse than my dad did. She would collect cans from people at her various jobs to pay for her children's necessities and extracurricular activities. They would run the water on the lowest possible pressure and have lights on only at specific times of days because some months the bills were almost too expensive to pay. I shouldn't have to apologize for being "privileged" the way I am. It's not a privilege. It's the result of years, decades, of hard work, tears, and thrown away dreams. This isn't being rich. This is what sacrifice looks like. And now it looks like a frail man who shouldn't be dying as quickly as he is.
I don't know what I'm going to do with myself when he passes. As time moves on... I feel less comfortable confiding in my friends about the struggles I go through. I fear judgement. I fear being too intense. I'm just not built to interact with people, no matter how close they are to me. I can't control myself, I can't control my emotions, I can't be a good friend unless I'm throwing money at them. Even when I have no money to throw, I still do it. Why do I feel the need to buy people's friendship. I guess the answer is simple. I'm not good enough to have friends with just my personality and social skills. I need to have something that makes people want to keep me around. Otherwise... they'd easily see what a shitty person I am.
It's funny how I worry about my dad walking me down the isle someday... I don't know if I'll ever get married. I'm an awful partner and my mental illnesses, whatever the fuck they may be, are just too intense. I feel horrible putting people I love through my tantrums and indecisiveness. I'm one of those people that probably shouldn't be alive. I'm more of a burden on this world than it's worth.
If only my dad didn't put his inheritance into my leg. I'd much rather of killed myself years ago then grow up to be the person I am and see my dad in the state he's in now.
#I have never felt this way before#It's such a dark and hopeless feeling#worse than any depression I've felt#I feel sick to my stomach.
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Just need to vent
Where do i begin? Well all my life i have felt broken and defeated i guess you can say. I watched my own parent go thru things and this probably affected my life in a huge way but as a child you really don’t know the difference you just go with the flow. I mean personally I was never abused or anything like that but it was a very dysfunctional home maybe at some point i might write about that but I think i just wanted to try and put my feelings somewhere that they might be able to be heard and maybe help someone else and maybe if i am lucky enough someone can help me also. So when i got to the age of knowing what right is my parents finally decided to get divorced and then things went from bad to worse. I watched my mother get into a worse relationship with a person who did not care enough about my mom to not put his hands on her. She would cover up the abuse and lie about things which i now understand the principle behind that. I’m not saying that was right but i understand it. Then things wound up happening there and i moved out and began my own life and relationships. I got pregnant with my first child at 17 and if i look back on that relationship it was probably some type of abuse but I was to young and blind to admit it. Moving forward i then got in a relationship 5 years later and got pregnant with my second child, this relationship was definitely abusive- physical, mental, financial everything i was the punching bag for it all no matter how “good” i thought i was being it was never enough. Now in the midst of these two major relationships i found out i was a type 1 diabetic and honestly i would never take care of myself. In the beginning it was i felt that i was being cursed for whatever reason and then in that second relationship i mentioned it was my form of not wanting to live or die. Let me explain that part- i knew i had my children and I knew i was the only one they had because their other parent was no where in the picture. So consciously i wanted to live but sub-consciously i did not want to keep going thru the abuse of my second child’s father. I was constantly in the hospital due to what’s called DKA because it would be days or weeks even when i would not take my insulin because i just didn’t want to explain to anyone what i was dealin with. Finally i was strong enough to leave that relationship and I honestly don’t know where i got the strength from but i did. Then i started taking care of myself but i also have always struggled with being jealous and insecure whenever i am involved. SO this brings me to currently i am with someone for about 3 years and what i thought was the best thing in my life is turning out to be exactly the same without the physical abuse. I do not feel good enough he is constantly lying about stupid things and then when i bring it up i am always wrong or imagining things. It’s like a never ending battle, then he convinced me to move from my home state where my entire family is and I’m here in a new place for almost 10 months now and I haven’t met a friend out here yet( maybe its because of my lack of trusting people) maybe its because i am very introverted now I don’t know but i can say I know i am very depressed and its killing me slowly i know this much. HE has me here alone and he does what he wants and has cheated several times and then says oh I’m not stopping you from doing anything you can do whatever you want, if only it were that simple though. I want to leave and in my heart its telling me to leave but i have no money to pack up and go anywhere and i also have three dogs that i will not leave with him because although he doesn’t hit me he does hit the dogs and whenever i try to defend them the argument gets worse for us but in my mind I’m like they don’t have a voice so i am their voice. I just feel so broken and i keep asking him why does he stay with me if he wants others and he tells me he does that to get my attention because i am so hard on him and he wants me to realize that he loves me so much but I’m like how do you love me if you keep doing this. Help me !!!
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a moment of vulnerability
this is such a long read but ......................................
ive acknowledged that i really need to allow myself to be sad. that i really do need to cry !!! seriously its so important to let your emotions out and cry as much as you need to. anyways
over the weekend, i got to see my some of my cousins for a festival !! saturday was rly fun, i went with my manang and her best friend, drank some m* water (which was okaaaaaay but i drank too much with her best friend so we were literally vibing out on the hill), found MY best friends right before i was gonna cry because i didnt want to carry a big bag of shirts and sweaters + i thought i wasnt gonna see them at all u __u but anyways it was a fun time because my manang got to see her friends from middle school and i ALSO found some of my middle school friends too :3 i felt kinda bad cuz we were switching stages, found justin right in the middle, and dragged him away looool but anyways it was still a fun time. some time throughout the day we had a small convo about one of our cousins, how my manang disapproved his actions and stuff but i really cant help but agree and disagree at the same time because he was probs going through things that we havent, so its highly possible he was expressing his grief in a different way. we talked about some other stuff but her best friend later apologized about it to me and i said omg NO dont apologize because i absolutely dont mind talking about it. i havent seen her and my cousin for awhile and we usually dont talk about important things like this so honestly like it’s cool. whenever we see each other its light convos but i really think its nice to actually talk about things that do matter.
we got home thanks to wayo’s semi-crazy driving (i was a seatbelt for mocha and my manangs bestfriend) instead of getting a $300 uber drive thats only 20 mins away from my place. idk how it was brought up but i got to talk to them about my situation with my dad, because i guess she knew about the lunch(es) with my him. my parents are divorced so i rarely got to see my dad. i saw him for the first time in YEARS around august last year so it was kinda bittersweet? i felt so sad because he was so skinny compared to before and it kinda tore me apart. I felt torn because.. am i allowed to feel sad? there was a topic that was brought up often: my dad always said my mom was so mean to me as a kid and even growing up and i mean, i do remember that, its why i go to therapy :< or atleast i used to, im now looking for a new one. i told her that it messed me up because my mom was always getting angry at me and i had always felt like she used to take her anger out on me while treating my brother like a prince. my dad sometimes came home once a week so i felt really defenseless as a child and when he DID come home, he was always protecting me. my manang understood, and she said tht she knew how much my dad would say he loved me, how he would alwaaaays talk about me. and that broke me because 1) i dont remember such an important action 2) how could he say such important things while he was not present. he was not available throughout my childhood and when i had moved back to SJ, i suddenly could not get used to that im going to see my dad everyday for the next few years. but the thing that really hurt me the most was looking forward to being with my dad but it was always him and my mom fighting every single day. your parents are your number one experience and source of a healthy relationship, so when you grow up not seeing them in love, it really changes your view. my manang says something that makes me really think, “do you think your mom took out her anger at you because your dad always protected you when he couldve supported her needs” and i just really thought about it. “i think maybe its because he expressed more his love for me compared to her and she may have gotten jealous because he doesnt come home often. or maybe because i really resemble him the most and it makes her mad.”
but going back to our lunches, i told them about how my lunches went: we just ate good food, talked about superficial stuff, didn’t talk about deep topics because i plan on doing so a little later when i have my emotions all settled in. right now, its all over the place and i cant organize it. but overall, i think it was a good way to unpack ~some~ of my emotional baggage because ive always kept it in. my cousin asked if my brother goes with me, i say no. ive always asked my brother if he wants to go eat with me and dad, he always says no quickly. and i dont get mad at that, honestly. i dont know what he’s thinking, maybe he doesnt want to face him, maybe theres something else i dont know about. when he’s ready we can go eat together but i wont pressure him to do so. my manang says she’s sure theres he’s holding something in and he really needs to talk about it sometime soon. i agree but if i push one wrong button it might not end well. im letting him do his own thing until he’s ready
cool takeaway: they were validating my feelings, telling me how ive grown and i just felt kinda relieved. like hey! i AM growing! im emotionally growing into a better person. people actually do see this! i need to pat myself on the back. goodjob alexie :3 i slept with my manangs and it felt nice because i know we’re all growing older so we don’t spend time together. it felt like we were all kids again :”)
sunday was more of a mess ; ^ ; i took something on an empty stomach and my body was just iono. destroyed. i still had fun!!! just... more of a crackhead energy pouring outta me. i saw my best friends and their family a lil later and im so glad i saw them. an hour before that, i got to see my fave rapper and be with my cousins for a bit. i got a lil annoyed because we spent most of the time waiting for everyone to get their alcohol, water, or find a porta potty. AND the connection was SO bad. its the main reason why i was going to cry because how tf am i gonna keep in contact with my families ; ___ ; i went to get alcohol with my cousins gf and these guys bought us alcohol and honestly i was just relieved to get out of the line BUT the m* was hitting HARD and so i didnt realize i was spilling shit lmao. we found my other cousins and then next thing you know i was left with one other cousin. i felt so drained because i wanted to have a fun time with my cousins but i found out that 2 of them + my brother had to go home because her baby was getting sick and idk where tf my other cousin and his gf was at. i was SO lucky to have found wayo when i turned my back. i was about to cry because i was looking for them for the past few hours. i quickly held his hand because i really was not walking straight :”( i yelled “im so glad u found me !!!!” he dropped me off where everyone else was at and i just felt so much at peace. i sat with brian while mocha and jordan was in the front i think and iono i just felt nice. jhene aiko was playing while four of us were all laying down cuz man ................. that shit hit SO hard. i dont remember much except enjoying the music and being in a safe space with them. one part of the whole event was just holding on and hugging everyone while waiting to get into the bus. my love language is physical touch so just those actions help alot. of course doesnt have to be in a romantic setting but especially when its cold!! i love hugs ; v ; hold on to me if u need it !!! hold my hand if ur cold !!! i dont mind !!
one thing that really fucked up my mood was seeing too many guys that looked like my first and latest ex. at first it didnt bother me, but then i kept seeing too many. i asked brian and mocha that it kept reoccuring and i thought it was a sign that i dont deserve good things, that maybe there was unresolved things that are coming back to me. and then i got mad, because i broke up with them in the first place because i put myself first. and it made me even more mad because i dont understand why it was happening. they kept telling me “you’re okay. you’re fine you didnt do anything wrong” and they keep me so sane.
i saw my other cousin before we exited the venue and let him know ill be going with my other friends. his gf was hesitant but we let her know that i trust them with my life ; v; i melted on the floor when we reached their airbnb n knocked tf out when brian drove me n mocha back to my home. we woke up the next day feeling extraaaa groggy. i opened up ryans package and despite being a lil bit brain ded i was just kinda overwhelmed because there was so much !! like i didnt expect it, but i was also appreciative !!! and then i cried LMAO because anyone can tell there was so much thought he put in it and iono it made me so emotional because is this something i can accept?? am i deserving of it?? but i was so thankful ; - ; i think he’s an amazing and wonderful person so i really thought about if im deserving to be in his space ; _ ;
overall,,,,,,, sunday was fun but a shitshow in the middle and i preferred saturday better ; _ ; still had alot of fun but i think those experiences really help me reflect about things. i really need to set my emotions straight before im able to let someone in my life.
ANYWAYS! im growing into a better individual. the progress is VERY slow but i really need to take my time. i need to remind myself that there are people who love me, who support me, and see and acknowledge my growth. i need to forget that my journey is lonely. and if there is anyone feeling so lost, i am here and i love you!! ^_^
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Your turn to chase after me
Husband! Wakasa x Reader
~ tags. Vice CEO wakasa, unrequited love (we all love this tag), toxic relationship, pregnancy, cheating, forced marriage, ghosting, divorce, modern au, alcohol, grammatical error, typos.
~ wc. 1.5k
~ a/n. I finally finished this. ITS 3 AM IN MY COUNTRY.
You knew that Wakasa would never care for you, yet you still hope that some day he would look for you. Both of you were trap on this Shitty forced marriage, It’s not like both of you wants it.
You knew from the beginning that he would never need you, That he already like someone and it’s not you.
One night he walked in to your bedroom, drunk. You two made love but was it really love? When you woke up you noticed that there was no wakasa on your side, It’s just you and yourself, all alone. Time flies, as it flies he’s still distanced to you. He’s so far that you couldn’t reach him. Many so called “Making Love” Happened, Let’s say to the point you always get morning sickness.
You always knew that he doesn’t love you, he love someone else, He don’t intend to make you pregnant.
One day he comes home, Again he smells like alcohol.
“Wakasa, Can you not come home drunk?I hate the smell”
“Huh?This is normal for me y/n”
“But for me, it’s not” You know that you’re pregnant but you haven’t told him, He’s always busy with his “work” but still have the time to fool around with his lover. “Then you better get used to it. It’s not like we’re not married for 11 months, tch so dramatic”
“I-im pregnant” you were hoping for something good but like always, fate wasn’t by you and wakasa’s side.
“You? You don’t even deserve to bear my child, Don’t forget that this was just a force Marriage, I’m gonna divorce you soon, After i get what I wanted.” so in his eyes your just a stepping stone to the thing he wanted?
“Im just joking, i never wanted to be pregnant with your baby too. I’m on a birth control pills.”
“Ahh then good night, your joke was not nice. My girl would get angry if you’re pregnant. Don’t joke again” huh how ironic, how can a woman joke about her pregnancy, he’s too dumb to realize that since he was drunk.
you’re on your way to your OB for check up, means today the baby in your tummy is 2 month old.
“I see, If the mother is healthy then expect the baby to be healthy too. You should lessen your junk foods. i suggest you to buy yogurt too and some oranges, Both is the best for the baby, Orange contains high vitamins and yogurt contains calcium.”
“Thank you, doc. I would go back next week”
“What about the father…if you don’t mind my question?”
“I’m planning to divorce him. I think i would move out here in japan soon too, That’s why i’ll visit you next week. Maybe you know someone on paris?”
“...Does he know about the baby?”
“Yes,i already told him, but he don’t want a baby.” he doesn't want a baby with you but he do want a baby. You knew you lied to your OB, You told him but you take it back.
“I know someone on paris, don’t worry i’ll help you out. Visit here again the day before you fly out of our country.”
Tomorrow would mark your 1st year anniversary with wakasa. You wanted to make it special by surprising his morning with a divorced paper on his office table. Just like the OB said, Visit her before you fly out. You visited her, she gives you the information you need and the contact number of the OB in paris, she checked up your health yoo, if you’re able to travel. After that you file a divorce petition, by the power of money, you got the divorce paper immediately. Wakasa don’t have any idea what’s going on, Poor wakasa.
Today, today is the day…you would be free, free as a bird. Today you need to let go of your feelings and leave it on this house. Wakasa came home early, he thought that him and his spouse could go on a date or even a movie night would be fine, since it’s your anniversary he decided that you deserve having a date with him, you're a good little spouse after all.
Welcomed by a dark living room, the lights on the living room was off. He thought that you were just on your bedroom, laying around waiting for him. He directly go to his room to change his clothes. While he’s changing he feels that his surrounding was cold.
He knocked on your door, no response. Knocked again, still none.
“y/n?” His patience is not very long, so instead of knocking and wait for your answer, he just opens your door to be disappointed. No y/n at all, just a bundled paper on your bed. Must suck being him. He saw a letter and read it.
“ Wakasa as you see this I'm probably on somewhere, some place that you might not be able to find even if you’re powerful enough. Open the bundled paper, if you want to read them then just read them but i know you don’t have enough patient reading a useless document. I want you to sign it. Tomorrow someone will visit you at your office and get it. Let’s be free, i want you to know that i’m not a stepping stone, i would never be one. Fuck every girls you want, i don’t care. Make them pregnant, i don’t care. But never make me a fucking stepping stone to become the heir of your father. Just sign it”
he was confused, when did he–ohh when he was drunk. He saw it, It was a divorce paper…he guess this is it. He didn’t read it anymore, he wanted to be free too. He just signed it with literally no effort, not until he saw another letter.
“Too my dearest wakasa<3
Before you read this i want you to sign the letter first, don’t worry This wouldn’t be a long one. If you ever don’t want to read this, just throw it away. I wanted to say thank you for taking care of me. At first i wanted your affection and love but i guess that was impossible since you already have someone and i’m the one who destroyed your relationship with the girl you dreamed of, i never intend to destroy it, this is what your father and my father wants. I tried telling him that i don’t want to get married but he insisted. I want you too know that i'm 2 month pregnant with my baby”
…why, just why? He know that he told you that he don’t want a baby with you but since it’s already exist, he can’t do anything, he would gladly take care of the baby…it was supposed to be “his” baby too, not just yours.
“ Don’t worry, i would take good care of it. Since their daddy denied them before they were born, mommy would give them the love they need from their father. I’m sorry if i lied to you, i don’t wanna abort this baby thats why i would rather stay away from you. This baby is the best thing that ever come to my life, don’t want to lose it now. I also stay away for the best, if i never stay away both of us would just argue and would ask the child useless questions like ‘‘would you prefer living with mommy or daddy?’’ and i don’t want that to happened. This is better. Don’t try to find us, just stay there and chase the girl you’ve always adored”
Now, Regrets…If only he show you his good side. Now it’s too late, The divorced paper were already signed, he should’ve read all the letter first. He regret not checking you up or asking where are you going, he regret not caring. All he feel right now is regret, He should have never drink again after you said that you don't like the smell of alcohol, he shouldn't said to you that you don't deserve to bear his child, he should've believe you when you said you were pregnant and didn't say those mean words. He wants to go back, the first day of your marriage, the first mistake too, he wants to go back and change his first mistake.
Instead of having a honeymoon with you, he's hooking up with his "girl", the girl who he treated like a royalty even though she really just want money, how could he be so fucking stupid. There's no one anymore, this house, his house that supposed to have your presence is empty, everything is so dark and lonely. He wished he listened to Shinichiro when he said "you shoud tell her you love her before it's too late" now he wants to chase you, he wanted to take care of you while you're pregnant, he wants to be a father that he is. everything is so useless, money, power, people, everything is useless without his spouse, he thought of divorcing you but not in this kind of way, he lost everything, the best way to cope with it is to drink with his best friends.
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