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alternative royal universe

day one!

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stylesupdates Y/N Styles out in Los Angeles yesterday!

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harryfan8 I LOVE HER

harryfan3 my mother 😌

harryfan5 y/n really is everyone’s favorite person

harryfan9 her leaving the royal family was the best thing ever

harryfan7 the only reason why she did that was for harry to keep his career 😭

harryfan4 and i love her for that

harryfan10 MY princess 🤗

harryfan12 the most gorgeous person ever

harryfan14 i wanna be her so bad

harryfan11 when you remember she goes home to harry

harryfan13 y/n is rarely seen with her sons…and she constantly gets praised for being a good mother…like what?

harryfan15 she takes care of them…y/n is literally their mother that birthed them. GET HELP

harryfan17 just because she’s not photographed with her sons or posting them on social media doesn't mean anything. why do you call yourself a harry fan if you don’t even like his wife?

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vogue Y/N Styles, a formal royal, gets interviewed by her husband Harry Styles and discusses her parenting life.

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harryfan19 MRS. STYLES!!!!

harryfan17 she seems so cool 😭

pillowpersonpp I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

harryfan22 y/n got interviewed by harry? omg

harry_lambert styled by me 💖

harryfan20 MILF MILF MILF

annetwist so beautiful darling!

harryfan24 HARRY INTERVIEWS Y/N? I AM SCREAMING

alessandro_michele best princess ever ❤️

harryfan27 “discusses her parenting life” harry is the one that watches those kids

harrystyles Y/N is the mother to my children. To say that I watch our kids and she doesn’t is idiotic. Can’t believe you call yourself one of my fans.

harryfan23 GET THEM HARRY

harryfan22 “can’t believe you call yourself one of my fans” he’s so fed up omg

phoebebridgers MY FAV GIRL

You may know her from being Princess Diana’s daughter or being the one and only muse for Harry Styles. Nonetheless you know her once you hear the name Y/N Styles.

Being a part of The Royal Family growing up had it’s perks including attending a One Direction concert in London just at sixteen years old. Meeting England’s Princess had a familiar singer in a boy band crushing.

Harry Styles went on to make songs and even albums about Y/N when he was still in the band. In 2013 a song called ‘Little Black Dress’ was revealed to be about a certain Princess. Niall Horan talked about the inspiration process in an interview recently which disclosed Harry wrote the song after seeing a photo of Y/N on Instagram.

(source: harry_lambert on instagram)

The world’s biggest Popstar and a Royal dating caused a lot of talk in the public. Many implied they wouldn’t last and it would end up being the largest scandal ever. But they were proved wrong after the pair announced they got married secretly in Amalfi Italy.

Not even a year later, The Royal Family announced Y/N’s farewell. At the time rumours were floating around why she decided to leave the United Kingdom. Many were saying Harry pressured Y/N into leaving The Royal Family so he could keep his career.

Though all those rumours were shut down once the Styles couple made a statement.

(Photographed by Anthony Pham)

Harry Styles: Are you ready darling?

Y/N Styles: I hope so.

H: *laughs* Alright let’s get started! First question…what’s your favorite things to do with our children?

Y/N: I love taking to them the park, seeing them interact with other children makes my heart swell. Oh! I also love bringing them to my pilates classes, the boys really love to mess around with the machines.

H: Ah good old pilates classes.

Y/N: Your favorite thing in the world.

(Photographed by Anthony Pham)

H: Alright baby, next question. What’s the best thing about having children?

Y/N: Probably seeing them grow.

H: I agree. It’s one of the sweetest things ever, I could cry about it.

Y/N: I know, I’ve seen it first hand Sue.

H: I seriously love you.

Y/N: I love you more.

(May 6, 2021 Y/N Styles at her baby shower last year)

H: How do you feel about being a mother?

Y/N: I love it. Being a mother is something I’ve always wanted and now having my own children to raise makes me so happy.

H: I’ve watched you become the mother to our kids and I can tell you love it so much. You always have a smile on your face.

Y/N: Thanks to you my dream of being a mother came true.

H: You make me feel special.

Y/N: I’m glad.

(Unseen photo of Y/N Styles with Elvis Styles, the youngest Styles child)

H: Who’s your favorite musician?

Y/N: The one that constantly writes songs about me.

H: I am so honored, my love. Without you I wouldn’t have any of my albums.

Y/N: I’m just so proud to call you mine. You’re the most talented person I know. Seeing you perform the songs that you made for me really makes me happy.

H: I love making you happy. It’s my favorite thing to do.

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harry_lambert Oliver & Y/N take on Love on Tour Night 3.

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harryfan30 y/n is literally the best mother ever

harryfan32 I NEED HER TO ADOPT ME 😭

harrystyles The loves of my life.

yourinstagram ❤️❤️

harryfan34 i love husbandrry so much 😫

jefezoff the cutest harry fans ever

harryfan31 y/n is such a supportive wife

pillowpersonpp my favorite people in the world!

harryfan33 harry has the best wife and children ever

harris_reed oli and y/n, one of the best duo’s

harryfan35 so she can take one of her sons to harry’s show but not all of them? y/n is the worst mother ever

yourinstagram i hate that i’m responding to this but my other two children don’t feel comfortable in crowded places because fans like you feel the need to be overbearing.

harryfan37 y/n is so sick of you guys

harryfan39 i feel so bad for harry and y/n’s kids…leave them alone

yourinstagram via stories

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pillowpersonpp she’s a director!

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harryfan42 Y/N DIRECTING MUSIC FOR A SUSHI RESTAURANT’S MV IS INSANE

harryfan40 she should’ve directed don’t worry darling

yourinstagram i love ya mrs. rowland

pillowpersonpp i love you more mrs. styles

harryfan44 my favorite besties ever 😭

brittany_broski this is the best thing to ever happen to the world

harryfan41 I AM SO EXCITED 😫

gemmastyles so pretty!!!

harryfan46 y/n directing a music video…harry’s best decision yet

mollyjane_x couldn’t be any more prouder 🤍

harryfan43 harry is so in love with this woman, i’m sobbing

paulithepsm the most excited for this music video

harryfan45 this is my don’t worry darling

annetwist my beautiful daughter in law 🥰

harryfan47 i wanna be her

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yourinstagram music for a sushi restaurant out now!!!

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harryfan50 I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

harryfan52 y/n has done it…again

harrystyles Thank you for directing darling. I love and appreciate you so much.

yourinstagram i love you for giving me this opportunity ❤️

harryfan54 they are so adorable 😭

harry_lambert best music video ever!!!!!

harryfan56 y/n gave us beadrry…i love her for that

mitchrowland will be streaming over and over

harryfan51 Y/N IS INSANE FOR THIS

jefezoff best director ever 🎥

harryfan53 the music video was a fever dream…y/n did so amazing

pillowpersonpp feeling like a proud mom 💖

harryfan55 harry having a royal direct one of his music videos 😫

alessandro_michele loved it!

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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N IN LOS ANGELES TODAY!

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harryfan60 PLS STOP THIS I’M CRYING

harryfan63 this is all i want 😭

harryfan65 i know it hurt you to post this

harryfan67 HARRY AND Y/N ARE THE IT COUPLE

harryfan69 she’s getting that dick everyday. she’s getting that dick everyday. she’s getting that dick everyday.

harryfan61 y/n is the luckiest woman on earth

harryfan66 someone please run me over

harryfan68 them kissing made me fall onto my knees

harryfan70 they are so in love omg

harryfan73 everyone’s mom and dad 😫

harryfan75 harry and y/n are the best thing to have ever happened

harryfan71 this is the cutest thing ever

harryfan72 i love them so much 🤗

harryfan74 you can immediately tell they love each other so much

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anxiouspineapple99 · 10 months

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Himbo Noodle Soup for the Soul

Pairing: squint and you can see potential hints of 501st x f!reader; - aka if someone wanted to make it smutty they def could. 🩷 …I’d totally read that too

Summary: Your sleazy boyfriend cheats on you and dumps you. But your favorite 501st himbos are coming to the rescue!

HELP IS ON THE WAY DEAR! HELP IS ON THE WAY!

But the boys can’t agree on a gift. So they all get you something different!

Warnings: FLUFF. It’s all fluff. Don’t come for me. I will not be accepting dental bills for tooth rot thx 😜Some talk of sexual transmitted infections, self loathing, self depreciation

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: This fic absolutely DOES NOT take itself seriously lol. I honestly had no idea it would garner the support it has and frankly I had fun writing it. I love sappy fluff. It fuels my soul. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

This fic was inspired by THIS post! 🩷💖

How could that sleemo do this? Not only did he cheat on you but then he broke up with you via hologram while you were working. A hologram, mind you, that said you should get tested for some STI he picked up from the slag he cheated with. You launched the handheld holoprojector across the supply closet, rage and heartbreak simultaneously fighting for dominance within your stomach. You had an implant that prevented pregnancy and diseases but that inconsiderate, two-timing, laserbrained, e chu ta didn’t know that. How could you be so stupid? You thought he was going to propose. You told everyone as much. This was humiliating. They’ll never let you live this down. They are still taking the piss out of Jesse for that girl from 79s. Obviously you were the problem. He wouldn’t have cheated if you were prettier, smarter, funnier…was it that weird sex thing he wanted to do that you weren’t comfortable with? Bet she did that with him. She was everything you weren’t apparently.

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You’d been skulking around the medbay for days now and the boys of the 501st had noticed. Kix realized your usual bubbly greetings you had for him when he entered the medbay had been replaced with a blank stare. You’d been distracted and making mistakes, very unlike you. Fives and Jesse saw the dark circles carved under your puffy red eyes as they passed you in the hallways. You’d stopped laughing at Hardcase’s jokes, now only staring off or giving a halfhearted hum in response. Tup and Dogma found you crying in a supply closet. When you finally stopped joining them for meals in the mess, they decided they needed answers.

“Did we do something? She won’t even look at us,” Fives moved his food back and forth sadly. “Yesterday Dogma and I accidentally bumped into her and she immediately turned and ran crying in the opposite direction. We didn’t even get to apologize,” Tup mumbled as Dogma rested his chin in his hand.

“She doesn’t even laugh at my jokes anymore,” Hardcase whined as he poked the pathetic excuse for breakfast on his tray.

“If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about, she’s been practically catatonic in the medbay for the last week,” Kix hummed as he and Jesse squeezed in at the table with their brothers.

Rex, who had been silently listening as he worked on reports spoke up, “Her sleemo boyfriend cheated on her and then dumped her over hologram. And told her she needed to get tested for an STI.”

“Kriff…” Fives and Tup mumbled in unison wide eyed in disbelief.

“Hold on, the same guy who called us her…what was it…her ‘work himbos’?” Tup scrunched his nose irritably.

“Maker, what a shabuir. I always thought she deserved better, but this is a whole new low. He can say what he wants about us, I’ll be a work himbo. But he hurt our girl,” Fives growled as he clenched his fist around his fork.

Hardcase slammed his fist on the table, “Where is he? I’ll personally pay him a visit! I’ll show him what this himbo can do!”

“How did you find that out,” Kix leaned into Rex, “I work with her directly and she never confided any of that with me. Last thing she told me she thought he was going to propose.”

“I pulled rank. Told her I was worried about her. She crumbled into a blubbering mess and dumped it all on me and General Skywalker,” Rex shrugged and took a large swig of his caf.

“Cap! Permission to hunt the nerf herder down and put the fear of the 501st in ‘im!” Hardcase was already on his feet. He was itching for a fight and he was ready to show that worthless womprat that no one messed with one of his own.

“Stand down, Hardcase. I don’t need you getting locked up for some scummy nat-born,” Rex sighed, “Besides I may have already offered to put the fear of the Force in him with an unexpected visit and she was adamant that I let it go.”

“Well what can we do? We should help cheer her up,” Tup mused, swirling his cup of caf mindlessly. “Women like Hyellian musical noodles, right? Maybe we can do something with that?” Hardcase mumbled between chewing mouthfuls of food.

“Hardcase that’s the stupidest idea-” Jesse began but Fives interjected holding up his hand, “No. No, he has a point.”

Jesse whipped his head toward Fives, “What point? Fives, no!”

“Fives, yes!” Fives jumped to his feet with chaos twinkling in his eyes.

“Hardcase, yes!” Hardcase followed suit with unbridled elation scrawled into his expression.

“Shut up!” Resounded a synchronized admonishment from Jesse and Kix.

“Jesse is right, ‘Sorry your boyfriend cheated on you and might have given you some weird disease, here are some noodles?’ That is stupid. Women like flowers. She always complained that sleemo never bought her flowers anyway. Flowers say ‘He was a creep but you have us. And we buy your favorite flowers, unlike that walking STI.”

“Flowers? Boring and cliche, much like you my beloved vod.” Fives slung an affectionate arm around Kix who immediately shoved him off with a gruff, “Kriff off Fives. Not boring. Considerate. It shows that I listen to her. And women like being listened to more than Hardcase’s noodles, di’kut.”

“Nah, we should get wine. She loves wine,” Jesse kicked his feet up on the table eliciting a glare from Rex. “Remember a while back when I got totally wasted at 79s and she took me back to her place and took care of me? Once I’d thrown up everything in my stomach and then some, we got to talking and she told me about her favorite wines.”

“Jesse. Boots. Table.”

“Sorry, Captain.”

“Fine. She can drink the wine with the noodles we are getting her, right boys?” Hardcase was not giving up on the idea of noodles no matter what his brothers said. He knew the way to your heart was through your stomach.

“Wait. Isn’t this fraternizing? That’s completely against regulations!” Dogma pressed. A collective groan peppered with “Kriffing Dogma” and “You just had to say something” erupted from the table as all the men turned to look at Rex.

“I already got her something, so you won’t be hearing a word from me,” Rex never looked up from the reports he was poring over.

“Great! That’s settled then, wait… What did you get her, sir?” Fives narrowed his eyes at Rex and drummed his fingers on the table. “Now I can’t tell you that. It would take all the fun out of me watching you all fumble over each other trying to figure out what to get our sweet girl,” a mischievous smile crossed Rex’s lips as he stood up. “But I’ll be giving it to her tomorrow at 1700 hours. So you lot better get a move on. Good luck, gentlemen!” The boys heard Rex chuckling to himself as he walked away. “Good luck, indeed.” Fives’ eyes remained fixed on Rex until he was out of sight.

He sure as hell wasn’t going to let his CO best him at this, “We meet at her apartment tomorrow at 1700 sharp. We’ll see who the best gift giver is then!” After another round of bickering over who was going to find the best gift, the group dispersed. Fives and Tup opted to work with Hardcase, pooling their credits to buy the expensive noodles. Kix, Jesse, and Dogma opted to select their gifts independently.

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You were wrist deep in your second tub of ice cream of the evening as you binged holodramas and wallowed in your own self pity on your sofa when someone knocked on the door. You swore under your breath and wrapped your blanket tightly around you as you shuffled to answer.

The door slid open and there were your 501st lads bickering and shoving each other, each one toting an armful of gifts. They froze wide eyed and grinned sheepishly.

“Hey mesh’la! We are here to brighten your spirits!” Fives beamed proudly with an extraordinarily large takeout container and some flowers he had clearly picked from one of the garden boxes outside your apartment building in his hands. You were speechless looking from face to face positively bewildered. Suddenly you were self conscious about what a mess you were, eyes red and puffy, nose runny, hair untamed, potentially chocolate ice cream on your face and you were wearing someone’s blacks, though you couldn’t recall whose. “Hey! I was wondering where those blacks went!” Jesse chortled, “they look better on you cyar’ika.” Okay so they were Jesse’s.

“Boys, w-what is this?” You hugged yourself, an unconscious self soothing habit you’d acquired.

“We heard what happened. With uh…I guess he’s your ex now. We wanted to help you feel better,” Hardcase joyfully ripped the takeout box from Fives’ hands and thrust it toward you. “The noodles were my idea mesh’la! I heard the ladies love Hyellian musical noodles from that restaurant near the Senate! So we had to get you those! Fives, Tup, and I went in on them together for you! Also I got your favorite cookies.” His brilliant smile shining from his eyes even more brightly than his lips as he proudly placed the small bag on the takeout box. For the first time in a week your smile met your eyes, “Hardcase you’re too sweet! I do love noodles and I’ve been meaning to try these for a while now.” Hardcase gave Kix a playful shove, “Told you so, vod!”

Kix rolled his eyes before he held out an exquisite bouquet to you. “Kix, these are…these are my favorite flowers.” His warm smile met his shining amber eyes with a radiance that was unsurpassed even by the twin suns of Tatooine, “Yes, mesh’la. You mentioned once you’d always wanted flowers and that piece of bantha poodoo refused to buy them. But you’re worth all the flowers in the galaxy.”

You sniffed back tears as Jesse stepped toward you with your favorite wine, “Jesse how did you know…” He winked and gave his most charming smile, “You told me that night I stayed here. You know, the one where I got so smashed at 79s and you had to take care of me?” Your eyes widened, “You remembered that?” His only response was a soft kiss to your hand.

Tup leaned around him and handed you a small box the string it was tied with was intricately hand braided. “Tup this looks like the string bracelet I made you,” you tenderly toyed with it, smiling as the soft fibers tickled your fingertips. “I remembered when you showed me how to do it. You said you’d tried to teach that cockalorum once but he told you it was silly. Now we match. I always have mine with me. And those,” he gently tapped the box, “are just some of your favorite candy.”

Dogma shyly slipped you a folded sheet of flimsi. You placed the boxes, flowers, and wine on your end table by the door so you could unfold it. You gasped when you found it was a beautiful sketch of a beach sunset. Dogma flushed as he cleared his throat, “You said once you want to move to a planet with a quiet beach. I just,” his shy smile was one of the most endearing attributes and you loved seeing it now, “I hope this will suffice until you can do that.” “Dogma, it’s exquisite! You drew this? I can’t even imagine how much work this was.” You reached out and squeezed his hand, “I…you went through all that effort just for me?” He shrugged, squeezing you back before bashfully stepping aside.

Fives swaggered up, elbowing past his brothers holding out a messily wrapped package and the freshly plucked flowers. You couldn’t fight the urge to giggle at the sight, “Fives, are these the flowers from the planters outside? This one still has its roots attached.”

“Ahhh maybe? Just open the gift.” Your breath hitched in your throat at the holophoto inside. It was from the most recent deployment, in the medbay on the Resolute; Tup was in the hospital bed, still smiling regardless of his head being freshly wrapped from an injury. Kix was stoically fighting a smile in typical fashion. Hardcase donned his signature beaming grin as he flashed a thumbs up. Dogma was seated next to the bed and there you were. You were atop Fives’ shoulders as Jesse stood next to him, their faces pressed to your thighs. It was a moment you’d wanted to commit to memory forever. A brief glimpse of joy in a seemingly endless war. “These di’kut think I don’t listen, but I do. You were so happy there. I heard you say you wished you could stay like that with us forever. Now you can.” His honeyed voice dropped to a whisper, “You’re special to all of us, sweetheart.” The soft kiss he placed on your nose, a wordless promise that you’d always have a place with them.

Rex, who had been quietly observing, finally stepped through the huddled mass of clones crowded around you. He handed you a small box with a handwritten note. He placed his elbow against your door frame and propped his head on his fist, his gaze soft and affectionate as you read it.

Something to keep with you to remember how loved you are.

Always, Rex.

PS your work himbos never liked him anyway.

You opened the tiny box to see a pair of delicate earrings with little gems that were 501st blue. “Rex, these are incredible. But…these are…I mean. This is so much. I really don’t deserve these. Or any of this really,” your voice was soft, shaking in disbelief at your current situation.

“No? I’d disagree, cyare. In fact every single trooper standing here would disagree with that, wouldn’t you boys?” A chorus of “That’s right, Cap!” and “He’s right cyar’ika!” echoed through the empty hallway. “Besides,” Rex continued, “the ones you’re wearing now are from that scrawny little tit. Correct?” Your nod was barely visible as you stared in awe at the troopers before you. He reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. “Thought I’d replace those unsightly things with something that reminds you of the real men in your life who actually care about you every time you look in the mirror.”

Your lip trembled looking at the overwhelming display of love you’d received from the boys. Your boys. It was then the dam broke and you could no longer hold back the tsunami of emotions and tears that had been pounding at you all week. “I…you…thank…” you couldn’t form words between the heavy hiccuping sobs. Rex moved in for an embrace. It felt as safe and warm as it had when you’d first confided in him. You pulled back and wiped your face on your sleeve. You inhaled deeply and though your breath was shaking still you were smiling when you looked at the anxious faces quietly watching you, “I can’t possibly eat all of these noodles AND the takeout I already ordered. You boys get in here and we can watch a holofilm while we dig into all the food.”

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You and your boys piled on and in front of your sofa until it was just a mess of limbs and laughter and poking and teasing. Once settled you had every trooper touching you in some form, even if it was just a hand resting on your arm, or leg. Rex claimed the spot to your right, his arm lazily resting along the back of the sofa. Kix squeezed in on your left, hands immediately beginning a soothing dance through your hair. Jesse squeezed in behind you, insisting on sharing the middle cushion with you. He positioned you snugly between his thighs. You stopped wiggling when he began drawing soft lazy shapes along your arms, shoulders, and neck with the pads of his fingers, gooseflesh prickled over you followed by a shiver running down your spine. Hardcase and Tup rested their elbows on your thighs and stroked the insides of your legs while ignoring Jesse’s protests of not wanting them hanging on him too. Fives scooted up to you as he sat on the floor, lifting your knees over his shoulders and resting his back against the couch. Dogma laid on the floor, head resting on a pillow between Tup and Fives. His hand reached behind him absently massaging your leg.

For the first time in a week you felt better. You felt loved. You were home. The food, wine, and holofilms lasted late into the night and one by one the clones who’d come to cheer you up had fallen asleep on and near you. Armor had been piled everywhere in your tiny apartment. The flowers were in vases and Dogma’s sketch was already framed. And when you made to switch out your earrings, Rex insisted on doing it for you. You reiterated you could do it, but he was so persistent you let him. “Much better,” he had crooned giving you a tender tap on the chin when he’d finished and chucked the old pair in the garbage.

Hardcase’s snoring was cutting through the silence like the Z-6 rotary blaster cannon he loved to use. Your legs had fallen asleep but you were unwilling to move and disturb any of them. Kix and Rex had made themselves comfortable on your lap, their feet kicked up on the arms of the sofa. Jesse shifted, wrapping his arms around you with a tender squeeze and a mumble that sounded a little like “darling little cyar’ika.” You nuzzled closer and allowed the warmth of their bodies affectionately piled around you to lull you to sleep.

Turns out that loser dumping you was the best thing to have ever happened to you because now you could have as many evenings like this as you wanted. You definitely could get used to himbo slumber parties.

Tag list babes 💕(plus everyone who was interested in this): @dystopicjumpsuit @deejadabbles @sunshinesdaydream @starrylothcat @wings-and-beskar @littlemissmanga

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konniesreality · 1 year

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Hey Konnie 💕 Yesterday I entered the void for the first time in my first ever try! Your void challenge post inspired me so much, thanks a lot 🫶🏼

PSA: I know i'm lucky for having entered the void so easily, if anyone is struggling to enter the void don't get discouraged 🙏🏻 entering the void is easy and it's worth it, so KEEP PERSISTING 💕 but please, keep in mind that I may have some advantages hence why I was able to enter the void so easily (to keep it short, I'm familiar with meditation since I was raised as a buddhist by a buddhist mom, and in Buddhism we have a kinda similar concept called "sunyata" which I studied!)

Here's the list of all the things I manifested:

▪︎I revised a lot of trauma - I can't recall because it simply never ever happened, sorry!

▪︎ An older brother - As an only child I always wanted an older brother/sister because I usually felt lonely, and now I spent all my day looking at our childhood pictures 💖

▪︎ My desired body with my desired weight - they said that type of body wasn't possible weighting 100 lbs... well, that's not how it is in my reality lol

▪︎ My desired face - my face claim was a famous tiktoker and tbh I didn't want people to compare me to her (she's not a good person) so I just shifted to a reality where she isn't famous.

▪︎ Revised never meeting my ex - I don't want to give details but I feel so relieved!

▪︎ Revised my bodycount - I always regretted losing my V card at such a young age, now i'll wait for a right person 💖

▪︎My desired username on twitter - It was my dream username but I was already taken 😭

And that's all for the moment 💕 thank you so much 💗

THATS FREAKING AMAZING! IM SO GLAD MY CHALLENGE HELPED! Ily!!

#manifesting #void state #law of manifestation #void state success story

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sunflower-author · 4 months

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Hello 😁🤚🏻

I hope you are in good health and have a full spirit 💖

I'm having trouble getting in a writing mood and reading others story always make me happy. I've never really sent request before so this would be my frist, I hope it's not much trouble, and if you can't find inspiration for it, I'll understand if you can't or don't want to do it.

I was hoping you could write a yandere assassination classroom, the entire class of 3-E or just a few like Karma, Nagisa, Itona (anyone really) with a reader that couldn't care less about their yandere nature, and someone blurts out (do to feeling guilty) that they have been stalking them home and had taking some of their stuff (the class thinking reader will get mad) but reader just shrugged and say they already knew and that they need to work on their stalking because she figured them out on day 2. Gender doesn't matter, but if you do gender fluid that be nice if not anything else is good.

If you don't wish to write it, please say no◇

Please have a good day/night. ♡

SO SORRY!! This took much longer than I anticipated for!!

I really hope you like it!! If not please lmk on things I can fix!!!

Also, somehow this was a bit rushed too sorry!

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"Hey Ritsu, are you connected?" Tomohito asks, sitting down at a desk beside her.

"Yes, the girls put the cameras in, there are no blind spots," Ritsu answers.

"Wait, no blind spots? Wouldn't that be... I don't know..." Kaede says worried.

"The cameras are only in their living room, we didn't put any cameras in anything else if that was what you were thinking," Tomohito says reassuring Kaede.

"Well we did put some listening devices, in some of the plushies we gave them, isn't that right? Itona?" Rio asks, putting an arm around him.

"Making them was a bit tricky, but it was a lot easier to make than the cameras," Itona says, playing with his remote car.

"You guys are seriously trying too hard," Karma says, in a mocking tone having his dumb smirk, plastered on his face.

"Really now? and what do you suggest we do differently?" Ryoma asks, clearly annoyed.

"You all a bunch of babies, if you really loved Y/N you'll skip this boring stalking thing, and just take things into your own hands," Karma says, with a statistic smile.

"If we were to do that Y/N would hate us forever," Nagisa counters back.

"Really?, Because I think that if we keep them long enough, they will eventually fall for us, I mean humans are social creatures, needing contact in order to survive, with us being their only contact they will eventually fall for us, right?" Karma says explaining.

"Even if that were to happen, if we keep them isolated they might break, losing themselves then loving us, I don't want that to happen," Nagisa says seriously, looking up at Karma.

"A small price that might be paid," Karma says, shrugging "But if it were just me, they wouldn't break, but now that I am sharing the chances would be higher," he says as if the class were all just a nuisance.

"Guys! Shut Up! Y/N just walked into the building!" Hinata says, panting a bit as she just ran into the room.

With that, the room goes silent...

Until...

"Takuya I'm sorry, but I'm busy after school today how about tomorrow?" you say walking in the room. All eyes are on you, ".....Um.. Hey guys?" you say unsurely.

The tension in the room faded, and they all started talking like nothing happened. It was a bit scary how the mood can change like a flip of a switch.

"Hey Y/N! What were you talking about with Takuya?" Manami asks, in her usual timid voice.

"Oh just if I was able to hand out at the ramen place later on today, but I'm hanging out with Rinka and Ryunosuke later," you say casually.

"Heh, sorry Takuya but there are already three of us, maybe next time we'll invite you," Rinka says teasingly.

"Hey Y/N, do you wanna come with me to the teacher's lounge? Korosensei just came back from Germany yesterday," Kaede asks, popping her head out the door. "Sounds fun and good, I'm in," you say excitedly, as you head out the door.

Takuya waits for your footsteps to become gone before saying "You just want more pictures of Y/N that's the only reason you and Ryunosuke, are taking them out," clearly annoyed.

"Oh whatever, you always like looking at the pictures in the end, just like everyone else," Ryunosuke says rolling his eyes.

"I.. just make sure they're good," Takuya says embarrassed.

"Your talking to the best snippers in class 3-E, we always have good visuals on our target," Rinka says, hearing the pride in her voice.

"I thought you guys said that Rinka and Ryunosuke stopped taking pictures of Y/N?" Manami asks worried.

"I... well... it's complicated," Hiroto says, trying to explain it to her, as he was the one who told Manami that they stopped taking pictures of Y/N.

"He obviously lied to you," Karma says blankly. "Your too empathic, we needed you to stop worrying over Y/N, knowing that you would break, telling them everything... well ruining everything for all of us," Karma says explaining.

"I admit that I'm not the best actor, but you guys didn't have to lie about Y/N, I care about them, just as much as any of you guys, I even made the drugs you asked for," Manami says, as he holds up a bag of different bottles.

"Wait... what drugs?" Nagisa asks, confused and curious.

"You know the the drugs, I made my own chloroform, something that calms the mind, something that weakens muscles, and lastly something that can make them sleepy," Manami says explaining.

"We didn't... Karma!" Nagisa says, angry by the thought Karma would do such a thing.

"So what if I was, I promise I won't do it alright, especially now that you know," Karma says as he puts his hands up.

"Hey guys! We're back," Kaede says, walking through the door. Signaling to everyone that you are nearby, it became a habit sometimes when they talk they become so engaged in the conversation, that they lose track of anything else, including your presence.

"Ah Y/N, just the person I wanted to see," Karma says, with a sweet smile. You know something is up when he smiles like that, just when does he normally smile sweetly?

"Karma... what do you want?" You ask hesitantly, staying cautious.

"You know, we barely spend time with each other, most of the time you just hang out with everyone else... it seems like your avoiding me," he says hurt, clearly acting.

"Karma you know that's not true, everyone just makes plans with me every single second of the day, you know this, so what's your point?" you ask, wondering what he is trying to say.

"It's just that...don't you think it's a bit odd... that every day you have someone that wants to hang out with you, it's a bit abnormal behavior? Ever noticed how everyone treats you slightly differently? Or the fact that they know small details about you, that you've never shared before? Do you wonder why is that?" Karma says still smiling, but with a mischievous face.

"Karma..." Nagisa says, with a dark look, warning Karma.

"You messed up my plan, I'm just returning the favor," Karma says looking at Nagisa, then turns to you.

"Well, don't you?" Karma says in a smug tone.

"... I wonder why, on my first day of school, Rinka and Ryunosuke were following me home, I wonder why Kotaro somehow knows when I'm going to mess up on things, I wonder why Nagisa has a whole notebook dedicated to me, and lastly I wonder why you act so innocent when you are the worst one out of everyone, do seriously think I don't know that you hurt people that I talk to that is not in this class? And a whole lot more things of you and the rest of the class," You say, calm and collected.

"You knew this whole time?..." Nagisa asks with wide eyes.

"Anyone would have been able to see and know what you all were planning," You say turning to look back at him. (Any normal person would be oblivious to it all)

"Heh, I knew I couldn't fall in love with just any normal person, turns out you truly are unique," Karma says proud that you were conscious of what they were doing.

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ikimaru · 1 year

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Hi sunny.. its been a while since i checked my tumblr.. just wanna say i really love your art and it reallyyyyyy inspired me to draw.. back before i only drew on paper but when i saw your art i too wanna try to do digital art! And so i did! I havent been drawing for a while.. but yesterday i picked up a pen and drew something.. it made me feel like i wanna keep drawing again.. uhmm if its not too much to ask.. can u give me some tips on how you do that lineart? I cant quite explain it but its just so amazing how you do that! Ya know when the lineart becomes that color.. lol when i draw my art looks so flat.. even if i added some shadows and stuff.. im just super curious on how you do art! Well anywayyy just wanna say it i love you and your art ☺️💖 thanks for being an inspiration!! 😘

heyy thank you so much! happy to hear that ;v;

ohh there's various ways, generally speaking unless your brush is a fully opaque line that entirely blocks out what's below, some of the color is gonna pass through, especially if you put it on multiply or add a filter on top like overlay, it's gonna change colors, I think you've mainly see me do one of these two lool (the first example is literally the SAI default brush and I only started using it again recently)

if you have a fully opaque line and want to change color anyway, you have to do so manually! hope this helps c:

#Sunnyasks

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youngharleezy · 1 year

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A Special Kind of Heartache

A lil SZA’s SOS inspired Jack fic 🤭 everyone tell @harlowcomehome thank you for being an angel and helping me get out of my writing funk. WE LOVE HER YOUR HONOR

Anyways enjoy my friends 💖💖 as always, all the feedback is welcomed here!!

“Babe! Can you come in here for a sec?” You yell from your bed, wrapping yourself a little tighter in all your blankets. The new SZA album was playing from your phone that laid beside you. You were listening intently and were really trying to take it all in. You just knew this was your new favorite album even though it had only dropped yesterday.

It was only a matter of seconds before you heard footsteps approaching your shared bedroom with Jack, him standing at the doorframe. “What’s up?” He asked a little out of breath. You knew he had been working tirelessly the past couple of weeks trying to produce new music, and for a split second you felt guilty for distracting him and for even thinking of asking from him what you were about to ask.

You sat yourself up on your bed, the large sherpa blanket draped over your head. “I need you to do me a favor.” You say, quickly holding a finger up at him as your favorite part in Kill Bill was about to blast through your phone speakers.

Jack waits for you to give him the signal to speak as you sway to the lyrics, him silently laughing at you.

“I need you to break up with me,” you start. You don’t even hesitate before continuing knowing that Jack would be confused on your request. “I need to really feel this album. I need to HEAL, Jack. And I can’t do that when if I’m in a happy, healthy, beautiful relationship. So break up with me.” You finish, giving Jack the metaphorical mic to speak.

He lets out a deep laugh, one from the bottom of his belly, as he shakes his head at you and walks back to his home studio. You follow behind him in a hurry, almost tripping over your fort of blankets as you scurry off the bed. You make sure to have your phone in your hand, still blasting SZA, as you follow behind him. “Break my heart, Jack! I’m begging!”

“I’m not breaking up with you.” Jack laughs to you as he approaches the kitchen, ignoring your steps behind him as he begins to make himself a sandwich.

You take in a deep sigh as you prepare yourself for what you were going to do next. You drop to your knees, grabbing his thighs as you look up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster. “Please?” You begin to beg, silently gagging at your pathetic state.

“Get up, Y/N. You look ridiculous.” Jack laughs down to you, causing you to roll your eyes and stand up beside him.

“Yeah, you weren’t saying that in the shower this morning, Mr. Tumnus.” You say annoyingly to Jack as you straighten yourself up.

Jack drops the piece of bread that was once in his hand down on the plate in front of him, his eyes locking directly with yours. “What did you just call me?” He asks with a questionable tone.

You realized in that you had full control of this moment. If he wasn’t going to break up with you for no reason, you’d surely find one.

“I called you Mr. Tumnus.” You say confidently, crossing your arms over your chest as a smirk sat at the end of your lips. SZA was still playing in the background as you watched Jack stare at you in shock. “Oh, and Drake is cooler than you! You wanna be him so bad!” You shout to him, hoping to hit every nerve.

Jack forgot his task of making his sandwich as he walked towards his studio, choosing not to fall into your trap. You knew you needed to dig deeper and hit him where it really hurt. You took an audible gulp before this one, “Louisville sucks ass. I don’t see why anyone would be proud to be from that place.”

Jack quickly turned around, causing the two of you to be chest to chest. Jack looked down at you, waiting to see what other remark you had to say. You take another audible gulp before you finish with your final insult. If this didn’t work, you really were going to feel like such an asshole. “You are, you are a mid rapper at best.” You whisper, closing your eyes to avoid watching his reaction. You were doing this for the sake of SZA, and you couldn’t back out now.

“If I break up with you, can we get back together in like an hour or two?” Jack says, eying you up and down. You give him a frantic nod, excitement taking over as you finally get to hear SOS to its fullest potential. “Okay, well, Y/N. We’re over.” Jack says, stepping back from you.

“What, why?” You yell out for theatrics sake.

“Because you really hurt my feelings, hit me where it hurt. Damn” He finishes, walking back to his studio and closing the door behind him.

As if it was waiting for this moment, Special begins to play from your phone. You turn it up as loud is it could possibly go, ready to hear the song how it was meant to be heard- heartbroken. You scurry back to your bed in your fort of blankets just as the chorus begins.

I wish I was special

I gave all my special

You scream from under your blankets, the tears in your eyes already beginning to form. However, you weren’t heartbroken, you just felt guilt.

AWAY TO A LOSER

NOW IM JUST A LOSER

Not only did you insult Jack for the sake of really feeling the music, but here you were belting at the top of your lungs that he was a loser, which was the furthest from the truth.

You turned the song off and decided you needed to apologize to Jack. You chose to leave your fort of blankets behind this time because you wanted Jack to take you seriously.

You took a deep breath before knocking on Jack’s studio door, waiting for him to answer. You weren’t sure why you were knocking as you typically barge right in, but you had to remind yourself that you guys were broken up at the moment. It wasn’t long before the door opens, Jack staring at you in confusion. The moment that your eyes landed on his, you began to sob.

“I’m so sorry for all the mean things I said to you, Jack.” You start, managing to say those words in between gasps.

Jack only chuckles before pulling you into his arms, walking the two of you to the futon he had in the studio. He whispers “I thought this is what you wanted, Y/N,” in your ear as his nails scratched your head that was digging into his chest. If you weren’t sobbing so hard you would address the chuckles you felt leaving his body, but you didn’t have it in you at the moment.

You composed yourself after a couple of minutes, starting your apology. “It was a low blow to say that you looked like Mr. Tumnus and that Drake was cooler than you. Oh and that Louisville sucked and that you were a mid rapper.” You say in between sniffles. “I’m really sorry I said those things. I didn’t mean it. You know that right?”

Jack pulls you closer to him, kissing the top of your head as you lay your head on his shoulder. “I didn’t think you did, babe.” He laughs.

“I also called you a loser. Which isn’t true.” You say.

“When did you call me a loser?” Jack asks suspiciously, trying to recall everything you had said to him.

You gasp at your confession, taking it back immediately. “Oh I was just kidding. I never said that.” You quickly say. “Can we get back together though? I miss you.”

“I never went anywhere,” Jack laughs out, but pulling you closer to him as the two of you began to kiss on the futon.

“You know I never meant any of that? Honest?” You say between kisses and Jack laughed out loud “I know! You were just trying to hit me where it hurt, but I think you should probably make it up to me right?” He smirked and you giggled “I like how you think.”

The straddled him, kissing and sucking on his neck, which you knew would instantly change the mood.

“Nobody gets me is a pretty good song right?” He asked while you were between kisses.

“Jack!” You hit him with the pillow that laid beside you “you listened without me?”

“We broke up remember?” He laughed “I was going through it too!”

#jack harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fluff

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dvrtrblhr · 1 year

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Hi! Just wanna say love your art, especially your DimiClaude. I know you’ve heard this a lot at this point but the couples drawings for Valentine’s Day were super cute. Your style is inspiring!

Hope to see even more DmCl from you in the future ❤️

AAAaaaAaa thanks a lot 😭💖💖💖 Your message made me super happy!

I'll keep drawing and writing Dimiclaude, definitely!

Here is something I sketched yesterday:

#fire emblem #fe3h #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von riegan #dimiclaude #fe16 #fire emblem: three houses #my art #ask me stuff

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spaceyflowers · 1 year

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headcanons for the gun + goo + crystal + kouji + dg found family agenda

inspired by this lovely post and from watching the anime 💖

> in the korean dub of the anime, crystal referred to gun as "oppa" which means older bro basically so in conclusion the found family agenda is real, thank u for coming to my ted talk ^_^

> okay but my headcanon is that gun is proud to be an older bro figure to her and she used to be embarrassed but now she doesnt care lol

> ALSO dg's text to crystal in the anime was so funny?? he sends a vid of 2 highschoolers performing with zero context, only accompanied by a text saying "Interesting!" 😭😭

anyways thanks to that i now headcanon in their silly little group chat together he loves sending random things he finds intriguing, even the most mundane shit

ex:

(gun usually leaves them on read lol)

> in james's early days, he got a lot of respect from the others but ever since he changed his identity to become a kpop star, they've stopped taking him as seriously

goo: there's no way you want me to take you seriously when yesterday you were hip thrusting to music for the whole world to see

> gun and his awkward ass older brother energy. who is also an asshole of an older brother. he can get snarky with crystal but he never lays a hand on her. he will toss kouji and fistfight goo tho. as for james? he wants to fight him but james always finds a way to escape/de-escalate the situation lmfao

> kouji demands to be given money everytime his siblings ask him for a favor. "what's the big deal, you guys are loaded anyway!!!!"

> he also tries to use his "little brother pass" to get out of situations but it never works. never.

> goo and kouji make lots of deals with bets and mess with each other the most; they also team up together a lot to prank the others <3

> james and crystal 🤝 being the only ones who don't cause trouble in public

> family nights always end with gun or goo or both in the hospital.

james: we're going to eat out at a restaurant together and you two are not going to fight. got it?

gun: ok.

goo: sure, sure~

[they fought that night.]

[cue crystal facepalming, james shaking his head, and kouji watching with amusement as he eats popcorn]

> everyone treating kouji like a little nuisance but being protective when he actually gets in danger 🥺😭😭😭😭

> when any of the brothers cause trouble or something, they always awkwardly approach crystal like she's a mom they don't want to have yelling at them (bc they'd rather have that than actual consequences from charles choi LMAO)

gun: i killed a man.

goo: i may or may not have burnt down a building or two

kouji: um... i fought with the wrong group of hackers..

james: could you please keep it a secret from your dad that im going on vacation?

crystal: i hate you all.

#lookism #geniuses #crystal choi #gun park #goo kim #kouji #james lee #dg lookism #ihaninose's post and the anime awakened my love for this found family again <3

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wardenparker · 1 year

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The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating Your Ex - ch 5

Marcus Pike x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

When Marcus unexpectedly runs into his ex-wife he is plunged into a world of complications where rekindled attraction and deep-seated insecurities reign. Unfortunately for him, it is also a world where his ex-wife is not the only ‘ex’ around, as a new case crosses his desk that will require all hands on deck. ✨💖Inspired by and based upon absurdthirst’s Tequila💖✨

Rating: Mature, but as always this blog is 18+ Word Count: 7.9k Warnings: **Blanket warnings for this series include: divorce, break ups, collegiate Greek life, underage drinking, food/alcohol consumption.** Generic bashing of Patrick Jane, lots of guilt and self-flagellation in the inner monologues. Summary: As the stress starts to pile up, there is some serious conversation to be had between two people who have notorious trouble communicating. Notes: Every step forward these two take just leaves me a little more in love with them.

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4

The day ends up being excruciatingly long. Taking the daguerreotypes back to your lab doesn't reveal anything much at first besides the fact that they were very improperly stored for many years, but over the course of several hours things begin to slowly paint a picture - so to speak. When your eyes start to feel crossed, fuzzy, and glossy around eight-thirty that night, you're grateful to see Marcus appear in the laboratory doorway looking run down but thoroughly unaccompanied by the agents from Texas.

"Hey," you hum, suddenly very pleased with yourself for sending an exhausted Silvia home half an hour ago.

“Hey.” Marcus shoves his hand through his hair and sighs. “I’m sorry, I know it’s too late for dinner - we hit a dead end and I just wanted to see you.”

"Why is it too late?" Peeling off your gloves, you toss them in the bin under the far counter as you round your lab table, offering him a hug if he wants one. "If it's because you want to head home and have some alone time, that's fine. But it's not too late for us to have dinner together, if that's what you're thinking."

"To be honest, I don't want to go out." Marcus admits, feeling completely drained from having to deal with the Janes for hours after you had left with the daguerreotypes. They had hit a brick wall and Teresa was obviously worn out from travel and working on the weekend, so Marcus had called it a night. Work could continue tomorrow. "I just want to go home, shower and be lazy."

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Ringing your arms around him, you let him sag against you just to feel the support of someone else being there for him. It’s clear he had a rougher day than you did, and you can completely understand why. “Your place or mine?”

“Would I be completely selfish if I asked to go to my place?” He asks softly. He wants you to see it, to see you there. “We don’t have to, but I will need to get my car.”

“Of course we can go to your place.” You prop your chin on his chest to look up at him and offer him a quiet smile. It’s not a stretch to imagine that he bought a big family-ready house when he got here and is now just puttering around it making little improvements until he has someone to share it with. It nearly brings tears to your eyes to think you could actually get to be that person again. “If you want to give me your address I’ll just stop over at my apartment to grab some clothes for tomorrow and meet you there?”

“Okay.” He snorts and shakes his head. “Maybe we should exchange numbers. Since we didn’t get around to it yesterday.” He jokes with a smirk.

“We got a little…swept up in things.” And you aren’t sorry about it for one single second, but you do take your phone out of your pocket to hand to him.

Marcus hums, smirking at your trusting him with your phone as he opens the messages and sends himself one. Unable to stop himself from messing with you.

To: 202-867-5309: ‘Hey baby, it’s me. I cannot tell you how GREAT last night was. Easily the best I’ve ever had.’

He hits send and pulls out his phone when it dings and grins. “Awwww, thanks babe.” He jokes with a wink as he hands the phone back to you and starts sending you his address.

"What...?" You look down at your phone, seeing the text he sent himself, and burst out in a fit of giggles. "It was, though." You have to admit that. "Definitely top five. I'm not really sure anything can top our wedding night, though."

“That was a good night.” Marcus smirks and shakes his head. “Although I’m not twenty anymore and I don’t know if I can move that way.”

“We were young and very limber.” And as energetic as you had both been that night in the hotel room after leaving the backyard wedding his parents had hosted, it had all been lovemaking. Every second of intimacy is infused with the promise of a lifetime of support and affection.

“I knew you’d have a house,” you grin at seeing his address pop up in your phone screen. “You were never an apartment guy even when that was all we could afford.”

Marcus pout. “I had a condo in Austin, I’ll have you know.” He tells you dramatically before he shuffles slightly. “I, uh— I bought it when I thought—” He breaks off and sighs. “When I thought Teresa was following me out here. Because at the time, housing was insane - so I jumped on it.”

“And I’m sure it will be perfect for whatever life brings next.” As determined as you are for that to include you, Marcus is in charge of his own life. And until you are able to sit down and have a real conversation about the future, you aren’t going to suppose anything at all.

Part of him wants to jump the gun, to open his mouth and make plans with you. But he had driven you away with that so he just hums. “I’ve got to get an Uber home. Unless….” He gives you a small smile. “You wanna give a guy a ride home?”

“Come on.” The smile on your face softens, spreading into a wide grin as you offer him your hand. “We’ll stop by my place on the way to yours.” The note of hope in your voice is unmistakable, but you don’t even mind. “Maybe I’ll pack a couple of clean things? If you want me to stay more than one night, I mean…”

Marcus takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and squeezes it gently. “That will be good. Makes sense so we don't have to get up early if we don’t have to.” He’s not going to push, but if you’re offering, he’s going to take whatever you give him.

“So…” you glance up at him as the two of you walk out of your building together, out to the parking lot where your Mini waits. “Teresa seems nice. When she’s away from Patrick, anyway.”

“Teresa is…independent.” Marcus concedes. “And unfortunately, played her cards close to her chest. I had a thought that Jane might be an issue - especially when he showed up at her house one night and seemed surprised I was there, but I shook it off as being ridiculous.”

“Ever the optimist.” You can’t fault him for it. Not really. His ability to see the silver line in anything is one of the things you always loved about him.

“Yeah.” Sometimes that optimism seems like a curse and he shakes his head. He had taken his shot and had been honest - to a point - and it just hadn’t worked out.

“So what do you want to do about dinner?” There is something - a doubt - in his voice that you don’t like, so you change the subject quickly.

“I have some stuff at the house or we can order something.” Marcus tells you, wondering if he shouldn’t just take you out like he promised. “If you want to go out, we can.” It’s something he does, sacrificing his own wants for someone else, and it’s just natural at this point.

“No, baby. You wanted to stay in.” You’re not going to take his comfort from him, that would be a shitty thing to do. “We worked all day. Let’s have something delivered when we get to your place. Chinese? Pizza?”

“Whatever you want. I honestly don’t have any preference.” He just wants a shower and a comfortable pair of sweats to lounge in.

“Chinese, then?” An order of kung pao chicken and lo mein were always his go to when class or work has been particularly hard, and you squeeze his hand gently. “I’ll even share my crab rangoon.”

“What did I do to deserve that?” You were horribly possessive over the creamy wontons. To the point you had smacked his hand the last time he tried to steal one and really got mad at him.

“I have grown as a person,” you tease, sighing slightly as you step outside and the crisp fall air hits your senses. If you’re ever lucky enough to stand up with him again - like that wonderfully vivid dream you had last night - you’ll even put it in your vows if it proves to him that you’ve changed. “I love you more than crab rangoon, Marcus Pike.”

He can’t help but bark out a laugh, tossing his head back and making it a full belly laugh. Enjoying the ease of the moment and the spontaneously funny comment. “That proves it.” He promises as he tugs you closer with your joined hand and cups your cheek. “You love me more than crab rangoon, huh?”

“Yeah.” In the chilly air he radiates heat, and you let yourself be reeled in against him without hesitation. “I absolutely do.”

“I’m gonna need that in writing.” He teases. “For when you are looking to stab me with a chopstick.”

“When we get home I’ll write it out and you can hang the framed note in the living room as proof.” You love him more than anything and it has taken walking away to realize that. But the sidewalk outside your office isn’t the place for that discussion.

“Bribery.” Marcus jokes, not mentioning that you are calling it home, like it’s where you two live together. He swallows down the butterflies in his stomach, knowing it could just be a turn of speech. It doesn’t mean anything.

“Evidence.” Leaning in to press your lips to his, you let the kiss linger for a few seconds before pulling away. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Marcus dutifully follows you to your car and climbs in after opening your door for you again. He groans slightly as he closes the door and starts to put his seatbelt on. "Your house and then mine." He sighs, exhausted from the day and the mental fortitude it took to deal with Jane. He honestly doesn't see how Teresa did it every day.

t doesn’t take long - under an hour - to get everything accomplished, and Marcus orders your dinner from DoorDash on the drive between your places so that by the time you pull up in front of his white-picket-fence-American-dream picturesque house in The Palisades, all you have to do for the rest of the night is relax.

The house is adorable: classic Victorian with fresh white paint with blue shutters in the windows and a little front lawn, with the whole property fenced in in a way that says the last owners definitely had a dog. It’s exactly the kind of place you can see him happily raising his kids and doing yard work on the weekends, even tossing a tennis ball or frisbee for the pup. It’s classic Americana - and classic Marcus.

Marcus fidgets slightly, aware that you are judging. Perhaps not in any negative kind of way, but he had explicitly told you what kind of home he wanted when the two of you were dreaming as teenagers, the kids you had been. This was it, and he feels surprisingly vulnerable. His car is in the garage and he gives a careless shrug. “This is it.”

You reach for his hand once you’re out of the car, offering him a smile. “I love it,” you promise him.

He gives you a small smile and walks up to the door, rolling his eyes when he sees the mailbox stuff full. “Gone one night.” He huffs, letting go of your hand to unlock the door and grab the mail.

“All the best junk mail that Washington DC has to offer.” Inside, you follow Marcus as he deposits your bag and the mail on a side table in the hallway, then into the kitchen to grab drinks and chopsticks before dinner arrives. Take out in front of a movie would have been a classic Saturday night for the two of you years ago, and it’s a comforting ritual to return to.

Marcus sets everything out and kicks off his shoes. “I guess a tour is in order?” He offers.

“You have a little bit more to show than I did,” you joke, trying to lighten the load that the day has left on his shoulders.

“You know me, too many plans.” He smiles weakly and rubs his hands together. “It’s got a basement, but I’m sure you don’t want to go down there.”

“Show me everything.” In the most hopeful and optimistic part of your mind, you are already wondering what it would feel like to come home to this house. To drop your keys and purse on that side table and be greeted by those kids or that dog he always dreamed of. “Even the scary basement. I-I want to see it all.”

“Okay.” He gestures around the kitchen. “This is the kitchen, it was renovated, but I want to add an outdoor kitchen for when the weather is nice.” He admits. “It looks out over the backyard, so it’ll be like an extension of the kitchen itself.”

“The fact that you even have a backyard in D.C. is impressive.” Visions of the backyard barbecues his parents used to throw, dance through your mind and you grin. “Taking a page out of your dad’s book, huh?”

“I guess.” He can’t help but smirk slightly. “He did teach me to use a grill.”

“The perfect way to celebrate good weather is with a cookout. You know I believe that.” God that smile. With his dimple on display he really does look every bit as boyish as the night you met.

“Yeah, I remember that shitty little charcoal grill we had on the balcony of our apartment.” It’s the first time he’s mentioned living together and he hums slightly. “The entire apartment would smell like burgers.” They had been broke and couldn’t afford steak or much else, but it had been fun.

“I bet you never had a housewarming party. Even after you made friends at work.” Your free hand sits comfortably on his waist and you hug him ever so gently. “A backyard burger party before it gets too cold would be killer.” The grin that graces your lips along with the idea is just a touch devious, though. “I’ll make all the cheesecake you could possibly want.”

“It’s a nice thought.” Marcus muses, imagining a get together over here without the pressures of work or anything hounding them. He takes care of the team by taking them out regularly, but that would be strictly social.

“So.” You nudge him a little and smile again. A little wider this time. “Kitchen and backyard. What’s next?”

“The basement is in here.” He motions to the door that leads down. “Through here. It’s a good size. Perfect for storage.” It’s strange to be giving you this tour but he opens the door and flips on the light.

You're halfway down the stairs when Marcus's phone rings - the unknown number on his caller ID letting you know that your dinner has arrived. "Saved by the bell." you joke, knowing that he fully understands your tendency to be creeped out by smaller, dark spaces. Besides, there's something off right now - something making him uncomfortable - and you're fairly certain it's you. So maybe just having dinner is better.

Marcus chuckles as the two of you turn around and go back upstairs. He knows why he’s slightly unnerved. Seeing three of his ex’s in a room would make any man start to think. And Marcus tends to overthink. You’ve run out on him once, crushing his heart when you insisted on a divorce. Now you’re back, looking at him like you did so many years ago. Seeing Teresa made him remember that feeling when she stayed in Texas, chose another man, it wasn’t even half as bad as you walking out of his life. He honestly doesn’t know if he can risk this again.

Beating Marcus to the front door means you pay the teenager delivering your food, and flash a grin at him as you close the door behind you with the stuffed-full bag of Chinese in your arms. Straight into the living room is where both of you go, plopping down on his comfortable sofa to hand out containers. The thin sheet of cardboard between containers catches your eye, and you pop up quickly to retrieve a marker from your purse - scrawling "I love you more than crab rangoon and will always share my favorite things with you" on the cardboard before coming back to set it in front of Marcus at the coffee table.

Marcus stares at the cardboard for a moment, grinning and huffing at the written declaration. “Cute.” He wrinkles his nose at you and there is a moment where he wants to kiss you, as he steals your crab rangoon. Just to see if you will let him get by with it. But that doubt stops him. “I’m gonna shower before we eat if, that’s okay.” He murmurs, standing up. “Drinks in the fridge, make yourself comfortable, okay?”

"Sure." The complete change in his demeanor from last night to tonight is borderline crushing, but you bite back the disappointment in your reaction and just smile. You don't deserve a second chance. Deep down, you know that. But it was so close last night that you could taste it, and feel it, and there's nothing you can do now but admit how desperately you want it.

Marcus chastises himself as he makes his way upstairs. It doesn’t dawn on him that he grabbed your bag until he is setting it down on his bed. Sighing softly, he looks at the mirror over the dresser. “Just fucking relax.” He tells himself.

Waiting for him to finish is almost interminable, and it's not like Marcus takes extra-long showers or anything. It's just the pure torture of waiting for him to come back and probably tell you that this was all an awful mistake and that you need to leave. Anticipating rejection is like having a knife poised in your gut and just waiting for the twist, but you're not walking out of his life this time without a fight. He would have to look you in the eye and tell you that he felt absolutely nothing for you to get you to even falter.

He feels a lot better after the shower. It’s amazing to him what hot water and clean skin can do for his attitude. Dressing in comfortable grey sweats and an FBI t-shirt, he’s more relaxed as he comes downstairs. Frowning slightly when he sees that you haven’t started digging into the food. “You didn’t find something you wanted to drink?” He asks, sure that there were still a few cans of soda in his admittedly empty fridge.

“I wanted to wait for you.” You tell him honestly, getting up when he appears at the bottom of the stairs. “I…think we should talk while we eat.”

That’s not good. Marcus nods and decides to put it off for just a second longer before you tell him that it was a mistake. “Let me get a drink.” He manages before he walks into the kitchen, that knot of doubt squeezing his guts like a fist.

He comes back a second later with two cans of ginger ale and sets them down, which gives you just enough time to take a deep breath before smiling as reassuringly as you can. “I’m not…really sure how to do this,” you admit, hating how uncertain you sound as you try to set your thoughts in order. When he sits down next to you, you scoot a little closer, afraid of being rejected if you reach for his hand but needing to be next to him. “So I’m just going to put it all out there on the table.” You can do this. Just tell him how you feel. “I love you. I never stopped, honestly. And I know that I’m not exactly in a position to ask for anything, but after seeing you again and especially after last night, I can’t imagine a single version of the rest of my life that doesn’t include you. So I’m asking. I’m asking you to take me back and give me a second chance if you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Walking out was the worst decision I ever made and I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.”

Marcus swallows harshly and his heart leaps up into his throat. They are words he’s wanted to hear for years. Since the day you told him you wanted a divorce. That loving him wasn’t enough. He reaches for your hand, taking it gently. “I- I’ve waited for so long to hear those words.” He admits quietly, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. “But—”

“But.” You nod your head slowly, trying not to grip his hand too tightly, waiting for the words to come. For him to say no and tell you that it’s too late and you hurt him too badly. The words you absolutely deserve.

“But part of me wonders if you’ll do it again.” Marcus’s words are quiet, strained. “Because I plan too much or want too much or say the wrong thing and you decide that you don’t want to do it anymore.” He licks his lips. “Today I had three women in the same room who dumped me. And only one of them really shattered my heart.”

“You have every right to doubt me.” Goodness knows you would, if you were in his position. “But I want to make plans with you. All the big plans and little plans you’ve ever had, I’m ready for them.” When you do squeeze his hand, you can’t help but look at the place your wedding rings used to sit, wanting to have them back again. To have his trust again. “I know you want to be married with kids and a beautiful domestic life and I know that I’m the one who put that on hold last time.” Two fingers under his chin tip his eyes up to yours. “My birth control is in the bag I packed. I will throw it in the trash right now.”

Marcus’s eyes widen and he quickly shakes his head. “No.” He rushes out. “I don’t want— I mean I want that but—” he reaches for your other hand and gently pulls it down from his face. “I don’t want having a baby with me or throwing birth control away to be a means of proving anything to me.” He tells you. “I just got a little in my head today.”

“Anybody would have.” The fact that he didn’t say yes to the grand gesture gives you an oddly disappointed feeling in your gut but you push it away. You’ve wanted kids for years now - and your mind’s eye has always unhelpfully made them look a bit like Marcus in your daydreams - so it shouldn’t surprise you. “I’m just…I’m not very good at this.” He was always the articulate one, and you half-laugh in spite of yourself. “Last night you said it was always me for you. Well…it’s always been you for me, too. When I managed to pull my head out of my ass long enough to think, I realized that the world is a damp shade of gray without you in my life. But I figured you would have found someone else already and moved on. So I never let myself look you up.”

“I’m sorry.” Marcus is good at apologizing, and he means it right now. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was just- using you for last night. I had hoped to spend the entire day with you. Much differently than we did.” He huffs, flashing you a smile. “I just don’t know if I could handle it if I lost you again.”

“I don’t feel like you used me. I think we just got interrupted, and this conversation would have happened this afternoon instead of tonight.” If anything, your relief at seeing him walk into your office tonight was proof that it was him and not just the sex that you craved. “How or if this happens is entirely up to you. Whether that’s lightning fast or slower than a sloth, or even— even if you decide that you can’t forgive me. But…” You want to kiss him - lips or cheek or hands - anything. But you don’t want to make him feel pressured. “I’m all in. If you decide you want to give us another chance, I’m all in. Communication, planning, big dreams, all of it. I just— I love you so much. And I want to give you everything.”

Marcus swallows, looking into your eyes and he swears that he falls more in love with you. Hearing the words that he needs, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. “I love you.” He promises. “I didn’t - I want this.”

“I know you didn’t.” And you’ll live with that guilt - shame - for the rest of your life. But at least maybe you can fix some of the mistakes you made when you broke his heart. “I will never stop being sorry for what I did, I hope you know that.”

“I just never understood why you insisted we had to divorce.” He admits quietly, needing to talk about the things he hadn’t brought up at the time back then in an effort to be as accommodating as possible.

“It took me years to figure out why I thought like I did.” And when you had that breakthrough, it came along with a personal hatred and depression that lasted for multiple years. Ruining your life over something so obviously flawed was the worst life decision you ever made. The tears in your eyes at this point are pure shame. “I really thought that the options were family or career. That there was no way to do both. And saying it out loud is just…it’s the stupidest I’ve ever felt. If anything, you deserve to be with someone smarter than me.”

Marcus snorts and shakes his head, thinking that’s the most ridiculous thing you could have said. “Baby, you are the smartest person I know.” He promises you, cupping your cheek. “I was the one struggling in school, remember?” He hadn’t been a horrible student. It had just taken more work on his part. “I just wish you had talked to me about it. I would have never made you choose one or the other.”

“I should have talked to you.” You sniffle, very aware of that now-obvious fact. “When my parents got married, my mom gave up her full-time job to work a couple of days a week for barely above minimum wage, and then gave that up to have me and Leah. I had sorority sisters telling me how lucky I was that you were so smart and charismatic because it meant you were going to get a great job and I could stop torturing myself figuring out a career. And my two friends from home who got pregnant young and had to quit their jobs to take care of their kids.” It had felt hopeless at the time. Like drowning without a clue as to how to swim. “I…I didn’t want to disappoint you by loving my job too much or by being a bad mother. And I just…panicked.”

“You would have never disappointed me. And I don’t think you would have been a bad mother.” Marcus reaches out and caresses your cheek. “Baby if you had told me that you decided you didn’t want kids, I wouldn’t have forced you to. I would have needed time to get used to the idea. But I never wanted a forced family. Who knows?” He shoots you a small grin. “I might be shooting blanks from that time you kneed me in the nuts.”

“I was very drunk and slipped on my Halloween costume. It wasn't my fault!” You protest immediately, breaking into giggles at the memory of that night. You’d sobered up fast and had babied him for days in apology. “I was scared of what growing up and having a future meant, honey.” Leaning into his touch is safe. It’s comforting. It’s home. “I didn’t find out until it was too late that I didn’t want a future that didn’t include you.” The explanation feels like far too little too late, and extraordinarily dumb to boot, but he deserves the truth. No matter how awful it makes you feel. “By the time I got around to figuring out that I really do want to be a mother, I had lost the guy whose kids I wanted to have. And it was my own fault.”

“And I don’t want you to think that I can’t compromise.” He wishes you had this conversation twelve years ago. Maybe it wouldn’t have been this way. Maybe it would have been the house you bought together and there would already be kids. But he doesn’t want to dwell on that. “Why don’t we eat, hmm?” He asks. “We can still talk, we should talk.”

“Yeah.” You nod, feeling like an idiot no matter how reassuring he is. But the container of crab rangoon sits squarely in between you and you have no intention of moving it. “I don’t know what would have happened if we had talked then, but I know you have nothing to apologize for.”

“I don’t want you to continuously apologize either.” Marcus grins and reaches for the container. “Honestly, maybe some couples counseling? If you want and feel like it would be good.”

“Absolutely.” You nod. You would agree to almost anything to have him back in your life - but that actually sounds productive regardless. Therapy has done wonders for your life over the years. “Getting some communication tools can only be a good thing.”

“I agree.” He opens the container and smirks at you, feeling better now that he’s expressed what he’s feeling. “Now, what were you saying about sharing the crab rangoon?”

“That you should absolutely have some.” He can have the whole thing if he really wants. Anything as long as it makes him happy. “All the rangoons and dreams you want.”

He shakes his head and picks one up to feed it to you. “Shouldn’t just be my dreams.”

It’s a sweet gesture, intimate without being sexual, and you savor the moment for what it is. “How about we share, then?” Your offer when you finish chewing. “Food. Dreams. All that good stuff?”

“Compromise.” Marcus smiles at you, his eyes soft and full of love. “I like that.” He pops the rest of the rangoon you had taken a bite of into his own mouth.

“Not our strong suit historically, so I think it will be a good place to start.” It’s a fact, and you’re not going to start hiding behind those now after everything. “Should we start big or small?”

“What do you mean?” He asks curiously.

“Like do you want to talk about how many kids we want and what kind of second wedding we’ll have, or do you want to stick to thinking about what kind of nice date we’ll go on when this case is closed?” As far as you’re concerned, the future holds all of those things, so you don’t mind dreaming about all of it.

“I don’t want to rush you.” Marcus protests slightly. “It’s been a long time. Those rose-colored memories might not live up to reality.” He wants to plan with you but he also doesn’t want you to be disappointed by him as the man he’s become without you.

“We can dream a little without having to pin everything down.” That’s something else you were never very good at - taking his random comments about thinking a shirt at the mall was nice as meaning he desperately wanted it or his musings about maybe rearranging the living room in the old apartment as your cue to completely redecorate. “But we can also keep it small until you’re comfortable talking about more long-term things. I mean it, love. I’m all in, if you want me. So we can do this at your pace.”

Marcus snorts, shaking his head. “That’s my line, sweetheart.” He reminds you. He’s always been the one jumping in too fast. Hell, he’d proposed both times without there being any thought in his head beyond wanting to be with them forever. The last proposal had been in a hallway at the Austin field office.

“I know.” Your head bobbles a little as you reach for one of the creamy fried wontons in the box between you. “But on top of it being the truth, I also wonder when the last time was that you had a partner that gave you a little romance of your own.”

Marcus is a giver. Always putting others first and taking care of the people around him, wanting them to have everything they could want or need even at the expense of his own desires. Even you had been guilty of taking his immense good nature for granted once in a while. But never again.

His brow wings up and he contemplates the question. “Hell, I don’t even know.” Marcus shrugs slightly. “Never really thought about it.”

"It seems about time that changed, my love." He deserves to be treated as well as he treats everyone else, and you're going to see to it that from now on, he is.

“So on a scale of one to the Addams family, how weird was today?” He asks with a slightly amused smile on his face.

"Don't you dare besmirch the names of Gomez and Morticia Addams by comparing them to Patrick and Teresa Jane," you snicker, shaking your head as the two of you settle in to eat in earnest. "Honestly, Agent Jane isn't so bad. It's her narcissistic husband that I can't stand."

“You noticed that too, huh?” He asks, shaking his head and humming as he picks up another crab rangoon.

"He might as well walk around in a t-shirt that says 'I <3 Myself'." And he would have bought it for himself, too. That's the kicker.

That makes him laugh. “Has to be underneath those suits.” He jokes. “Who wears a vest nowadays? MBA wielding salesman assholes and former con-artists, apparently.”

"No." Your eyes go a little wide and you laugh in disbelief, with your fork stopped halfway to your mouth. "Is he seriously a con man? That makes so much sense."

“Yeah. He grew up in the traveling carnival, or circus scene.” He tells you. “Incredibly observant and used it to claim he was psychic. Until…” Marcus frowns slightly, hating that anyone - even Patrick Jane - went through that kind of pain. “Red John killed his wife and daughter. His first wife, that is. That’s how he came to the FBI - by way of Teresa when she was at the CBI.”

"Red John?" It takes you a second, rolling back through the index of names and random facts in your head, before you tilt your head at him in surprise. "The serial killer? Well shit."

“Patrick Jane killed Red John.” Marcus doesn’t blame him for that. He would have done the same if it had been him.

"Shit." You shiver a little, not out of discomfort with Patrick Jane killing someone, but just at the fact of it. "I guess...remind me not to piss off Jane, then."

He chuckles and reaches out to spear a piece of your broccoli. “Actually I don’t think Patrick would ever kill someone else. Unless something happened to Teresa. Which, as much as I don’t like him, I understand.”

"Well, he just rose from boring and annoying to weirdly interesting but still an asshole in my books, so I guess that's something?" When he holds his container out to you in return you snag a piece of chicken and grin.

“You love General Tso’s but would never order it, always eating mine.” He pretends to pout but he loves this. He’s missed it. “Although I don’t think we ever ate Thai together.”

“It never sounds like the best option but it always looks so good.” He’s smiling - honestly smiling - and it really does ease your tired heart. “Do you want to pick a Thai place for the next time we go out? Or hell, even the next time we order in?”

“We could do that.” Marcus agrees to that readily, liking the idea. “I think we deserve a proper date again, don’t you? You and me going out and having fun together? Would you like that?”

“I’d love that.” Even thinking about it makes your cheeks burn a little and your smile grow. “What else would you want to do that night?”

Marcus hums thoughtfully, aware that you are happy with the idea. "Wellllllll, I am hoping to go home with the most gorgeous woman there. So there's that." He teases playfully, offering you another bite of his chicken.

“Oh yeah?” The giddy flip in your stomach comes with a hum, and you accept the bite happily. “I mean, if she is who I think she is, I can guarantee it.”

"Yeah? You can guarantee that?" There had always been a lot of fun teasing and jokes between the two of you. The relationship had been, in his mind - magical, until the day it wasn't. "I hope so." He goes on. "I remember the first time I met her, I swear I fell in love then."

“You fell in love with cheap tequila and a tight t-shirt?” Just because you remember every second of that night doesn’t mean you don’t love to hear Marcus reminisce, and take a sip from your soda can to hide a happy sigh. “I bet she fell in love right then, too.”

"I fell in love with a gorgeous pair of eyes and the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard." He leans in to kiss you softly before he winks at you. "Didn't hurt that she was hot enough that I shared the good booze with her."

“There were a lot of body shots that night.” You practically snort at how very stereotypical that part of the night was - flirting in his room at the frat house and letting yourselves get completely caught up in the delicious feeling of wanting that comes with new love when you’re extremely horny young adults.

"Yes there were." Marcus can't even hide his reaction to that, not that he would. Not from you. But just talking about that night has him hardening. "You really liked having the salt licked off your nipples if I remember right."

“I had the hottest guy I’ve ever seen sucking on my tits.” You point out, smirking a little at the memory. “Of course I liked it.”

"I mean, they're great tits." Marcus's grin gets a little wider. "And I was just a horny teenager. A beautiful girl is gonna let me drink tequila off her body and lick her tits, who am I to stop her?"

"I would have rioted if someone tried to stop us." You laugh again, shaking your head as you both beam at each other. "There was no way I wasn't spending the night with you once I realized you were interested."

"And I don't think there were many nights you didn't spend with me after that." Marcus grins as he picks up another piece of chicken. This time for himself.

"I'm just lucky that your brothers liked me," you muse, thinking of the way his frat brothers had basically treated you as a little sister once they saw how inseparable you and Marcus were. "I showed up for one damn party and then never really left."

"They didn't have any issue with you, unless we were having sex." He snickers, remembering all the times the door had been beat on for being too loud.

"Which was a lot." And you would never apologize for that - not even then.

"They didn't give you a stuffed bunny because they thought it was cute." He jokes.

"Aww, really?" You feign innocence, even though you both know that at the time you had cracked up laughing over the fucking like bunnies joke. "And here I thought they just found me adorable."

He snorts, leaning in against you. "They were all surprised that we didn't end up with an accident." He admits.

"My sisters were too." The other girls in your sorority had practically made up a list of baby names at one point. "They even had a baby shower theme picked out."

"I didn't know that." Marcus shakes his head, amused at how certain your college friends were that you were going to have kids and here you are so many years later and none of the happily ever after had happened yet.

"Yeah." You nod your head slightly. "They were going to throw a little garden party. It...it would have been cute." And for every year that has passed, you have wished more and more deeply that there had been a reason for it.

"Well..." Marcus senses the slight disappointment and he sighs. His shoulder jostles yours slightly and he sends you a sweet smile. "When you do have a baby, make sure you invite all of them to the shower."

"When we do, I will." It's a promise that you'll stand by, no matter how long it takes to happen, and you slip your hand in his to squeeze his fingers gently before laying your head on his shoulder. "And it will be a garden party."

"It can be in your own garden." Marcus responds, hoping that by that time you might consider this home. He would landscape the backyard into whatever garden oasis you wanted.

"Only if you like the idea of turning part of the backyard into a garden. We have to both like it." Following his trail of thought, you snuggle a little more deeply into his side and reach for the last crab rangoon to split in half.

"It's big enough that we can have a garden area." He looks over at you with a grin. "Although you know I kill any plants I touch beyond grass." He was not blessed with growing anything it seems and you had teased him when he had killed every plant you brought home.

"Which is why you won't be allowed near my rose bushes." The grin on your face is teasing when you look up at him, but there is so much love in your eyes that it nearly overrides every other emotion. "We can put a little bench or a swing out there to sit together."

"It would be nice." It's a thought that sends a warm flood of contentment through him. "Relax with a glass of wine after work when the weather is nice."

"And an extra place for our friends to sit when we have those backyard barbecues that I know we'll end up throwing once I get you a new grill." It's already become his first gift in your mind - something that you can do for him to make him smile and show him even just a little of that loving care that he gives to everyone else.

Marcus smiles and leans in to steal another kiss. "You don't have to do that." He promises. Just the idea that you would think about buying him a gift makes him feel good.

"I want to." Another stolen kiss lingers, and you both smile into it. "It can be a surprise, or you can pick out your dream grill. But this way every time you use it, you'll have an extra reason to smile."

“I don’t know.” He wrinkles his nose at you playfully. “My dream grill is pretty expensive.” He warns. “Alllll the bells and whistles.”

“Bring it on.” You grin, placing a kiss right on the bridge of his nose. “I make good money and intend to spoil you.”

Marcus shakes his head and smirks. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really.” Years ago, your definition of spoiling him had been largely sex related, and while that isn’t going to change unless he wants it to, it’s definitely going to include more now that you can actually do more to take care of him. “You think I don’t realize how much you scrounged for that little diamond chip in my engagement ring? You deserve every ounce of spoiling I can possibly give you.”

“I always felt guilty that I couldn’t get you something bigger.” He admits. “You deserved to have a gorgeous ring.”

“You could have given me aluminum foil and I still would have worn it proudly.” You tell him honestly. “The ring isn’t what matters, it’s who gives it to you.”

“I know.” He smiles at the thought. “I just wanted to give you the world.”

“And I love you for that.” Your head rests on his shoulder once more, fingers trailing up and down his arm as gently as a breeze. “It’s going to be better this time, Marc. I promise.” I’m going to be better. The silent thought rings loud and clear in your head.

“Just talk to me and we will be good.” Marcus promises. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to make decisions by yourself.”’

“And I want you to feel like you can dream with me and plan for the future without being afraid that I’ll react poorly.” Since it’s exactly what happened last time, it is bound to be one of the biggest issues in communication. “If I am even bordering on being overwhelmed, I promise I’ll tell you.”

Marcus hums, having learned his lesson with planning too much but he nods. "I'll work on that." He promises, knowing that it will be an issue but he doesn't want it to hinder a relationship with you.

“We’ll work on things together.” Couples counseling will be smart for both of you, but for now you tip your head back and leave a kiss on the sharp line of his jaw.

"Eat the rest of your food." He urges, smirking at the feeling of your lips on his skin again. He needed this. This talk was good for him and hopefully good for you.

“Bossy,” you tease, grinning when he huffs.

"I just call it leadership skills, sweetheart." He teases and sends you a small wink and leering grin. "Or should I stop being bossy? You seemed to like ‘Director Pike' earlier." He hadn't missed the way you had shifted slightly.

“I’m not mad about it.” Marcus being a little older and a lot stronger had always been a bit of a turn on and he knew it. “Bossy can be fun sometimes.”

He smirks and leans back, pointing his chopsticks at you playfully. "You know it, baby." He teases. "Be a good girl and I'll show you some other tricks I've learned."

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