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what makes me really happy is an AU where Ethan is a knight in shining armor and Mark is a prince who’s utterly unimpressed with his skills but finds him entertaining to watch so he’ll skip his royal duties during the day to watch Ethan train.
Mark sitting on the ground, eating an apple while watching Ethan practice his fighting on a dummy. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing prince things right now?” Ethan asks.
“Aren’t knights supposed to be good at fencing?” Mark replied with a smirk, spitting out an apple seed. Ethan shoots him a look.
We take off the next day in the middle of the night in order to arrive
in the early morning in New York, so Mark can kick off his day at work at 9. I
sleep a little in the plane, and wake up around six am only to find out that
Mark has spent the most part of the flight working, and that he has been
watching me sleep for a while.
When I see his hands joined in his lap and his blank gaze staring out
the window, I realize it’s the first time in a long time I catch him not doing
anything. He can’t hide behind his work load at this moment.
“It would be nice if we could go out while we’re in New York.”
I tell him, hoping I’ll start a long and normal conversation, without monosyllabics
and without the mention of Liam or the police.
“I would love to go see a show on a Broadway stage.” I murmur.
“We had fun last time.”
His eyes move to me, his eyebrow raised. He wasn’t listening. My heart
sinks a little, but I won’t hold it against him. Even though this trip is a way
for me to relax, we are still aware of the danger. I may be trying to relax,
but he is not. He will be nervous every day.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask him.
“I’ve been talking to you for ten minutes.”
Even though he’s busted, he keeps his composure.
He says before clearing his throat and leaning on his forearms on the table
between our seats, giving me all of his attention. "I’m
"Can we go out
sometime? Go for a walk or go shopping?” I ask him again.
“Abby, please.” He whines, sitting back against his seat.
“You said he
“I do not want to
push my luck.” He cuts me off.
“You said I could
take my mind off things during our stay.” I remind him. I was counting on
this trip; I was looking forward having a good time away from LA.
“I never said
you’d be going out.” He retorts.
“And how to do
you expect me to have a great time if I do exactly what I do in LA?” I
counter. He doesn’t answer me.
“You could come with me.” I propose.
“I won’t have time.”
“Then I’ll take Jacob with me.”
“What if he fails protect you?” He asks. I open my mouth to
reply, but no sound comes out of my mouth.
“You’re carrying our baby, Abigail. You can’t be so reckless.”
“I’m very aware of this baby, thank you.” I grumble.
“Then why do you want to put it in danger so much?” He snaps.
“I don’t!” I utter, shocked. “How can you say that?”
He sighs deeply, and I stare at him, shocked he thinks I want to hurt
“Abigail, just leave it okay? There are plenty of things to do
without going out. Why are so difficult?” He says.
“Because I hate this!” I exclaim. When I see Jacob’s head rise
from the corner of my eye, I decide to tone it down a little.
“Because my best friend hates me and my husband is always working
and avoiding me on purpose.” I explain. When I say this, Mark frowns as if
I was inventing things.
“Abigail-” He starts to protest.
“Look at me and dare tell me I’m being crazy.” I cut him off.
I know he’s going to deny it, and I honestly will flip if he does. I know he’s
worried, I know he’s stressed out, I’ve kept my mouth shut until now, but I
won’t if he is dishonest.
His phone lights up and starts to ring before he can answer me. He
reaches out, but I’m quicker than him. I grab it and hold it up, staring at
He looks up at me, his voice calm.
“It’s important.” He says quietly showing me his palm. I
ignore him, his phone vibrating in my hand.
“All you do is giving me orders while you hide behind your work,
but you never really talk to me anymore.” I say to him, reproachfully. I’m
not really reproaching him for it though, it hurts me, but I know it’s because
he’s worried and anxious, and it’s my fault if Olivia and Liam are after us.
“My phone, Abigail.” He repeats impatiently. Really, Mark?
“Now you’re just being an asshole, Mark.” I mutter. He doesn’t
care. He takes the phone from my hand, and I let him do. He chose his work over
“We’ll continue this discussion later.” He says, rising from
his seat. I watch, dumbfounded, as he leaves and goes to the back of the plane
to take the call.
I can’t help the tears that burn my eyes at that moment. For the first
time after weeks of supporting his bad mood, I tried to express my feelings,
and he just doesn’t care. I don’t like this Mark at all, the one who hurts me
and isn’t even sorry, the heartless asshole who wants to control every aspect
of my life.
I lock myself in the toilet and cry for a while. I think I hate him at
this point. He’s just so hurtful to me, and it’s like it enjoys it. Between Bea
and him, I don’t have the strength to keep all these emotions to myself. I feel
so lonely now that I don’t work anymore, now that Bea hates me, now that I
can’t go out, and Mark isn’t even there for me anymore.
And I don’t know how long I’ll have to deal with this. It could take
months before they catch Liam, and Bea and I may never talk to each other
I wish I didn’t tell Thany about Liam. He would have gone on with his
lie, and Mark and I would be happy. How long has it been since I’ve truly felt
happy in my life?
The pilot announces the imminent landing of the plane, so I’m forced to
get out of my hiding place. I dry my tears and walk back to my seat, slipping
my shades on so my puffy red eyes don’t show. I bet he’ll understand I’ve cried,
but he won’t say anything. And that’s what happens. He comes back and sits in
front of me without a word, the train lands in silence, and we get out of it
without talking to each other.
When I touch down, Mark tries to put his hand around my nape to lead me
to the car, but I am not about that life. I brush his hand off and show him I
know how to walk alone. I don’t let him open the door for me either. The ride
to our apartment is silent as well.
I won’t talk to him until he realizes he can’t treat me like shit just
because e I’ve messed up and put us in this situation. I mean he can, I know I
did wrong, but there are limits to everything.
Our apartment in New York is smaller than what we have in LA, because
most of the time he comes here alone, for short stays. I’ve been there around
10 times since he bought it. Jacob has an apart for himself right below ours
that Mark paid for.
Once we’re there, I get out of the car by myself and slam the door
closed. Inside the apartment, I grab a book and go lay down, not in our room
but in the guest room, so I don’t have to see Mark, but he follows me in there.
I pretend to read while he sits on the edge of the bed.
“Are you going to sulk all day?” He asks me. He doesn’t look
like he’s about to apologize. I glare at him.
“You’re giving me the silent treatment?” He asks. I turn a
“If feel like you’re eighteen again.” He sighs. I bite my
tongue in order to not cuss him out. I don’t care how immature I am being, I
decided that I won’t let him treat me however he wants and order me around
“I have to go to work now.” He says, rising to his feet. Good.
Go. “I’ll see you tonight.” He says before exiting the room. I watch
his back as he retreats, and when he closes the door, I grab a pillow and throw
it at it.
I miss it completely, and it hits the wall next to the door. I bump
against a picture frame of the both of us. The frame flips, falling from the
hook, and falls to the ground, breaking into pieces. I gasp, hoping Mark didn’t
hear the noise.
I freeze and listen to see if he’s coming back here. After a beat of
silence, I understand he didn’t hear that. I get out of the bed and walk over
the crime scene, the frame is completely broken. Nothing super glue can fix. We
don’t even have superglue.
The picture is one of Mark and I during one of our rare vacations. We
went to Taiwan with his family. On the picture, Mark has his arms around me,
and he’s kissing my temple while we sit in a hammock on the beach. We both had
golden tans at that time.
I need another frame.
That’s a good excuse to go out, isn’t it?
When I hear Mark leave the apartment, I grab a vacuum and clean the
scene. Then I wait. I know Jacob is driving him to work, so I can’t call him
now because he’ll be with Mark.
I also know that when I call Jacob, he will say no, because Mark told
him not to drive me anywhere.
But, I he learns I’m already outside, he’ll have to come and get me. So,
I wait an hour and a half, until I feel like Jacob might be alone, ten I call
“Mrs. Tuan?” He says as he picks up.
“You know you can call me Abigail when Mark isn’t around.” I
tell him, to make sure Mark is working.
“Yes. Sorry.” He mumbles.
“I need you to drive me to the closest mall, please Jacob.” I tell him.
“I need- “
“Sorry, Abigail. I understood; but I cannot do that.” He answers.
“Mark told you not to, I know.” I say. “I thought you might do me this
favor, but it’s okay, I’ll walk.” I lie.
“Abigail, you’re not supposed to go out.” He reminds me. This actually
is funny. I’m making him as crazy as I can make Mark. Soon he’ll start smacking
his tongue and running his hands through his hair.
I open the closest window and lean out, so the microphone of my phone
can record the traffic noise outside.
“I’m already outside. I’ll see you later Jacob.”
“Abigail!” He screams down the phone. This is going just as I planned.
“Yes?” I pipe up.
“I’ll drive you, wait for me.” He mutters. I know he’s not happy about
that, but I got what I wanted.
“Oh, you’re so kind. Thank you.” I reply sweetly, closing the window.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He grinds out. I giggle.
“I’ll be waiting.” I pipe up before hanging up.
I wait inside for twenty minutes, then put my shoes on and go wait for
him in the lobby. I don’t want him to come up to the apartment. He could lock me
in. When I see the car pull up in front of the building through that glasses of
the doors, I get out to meet him.
Jacob gets out of the car, and I can tell he’s frustrated with me. He
almost slams the driver’s door closed.
“You tricked me.” He declares.
“I really need to go to the mall.” I retort, walking towards the car.
“I have orders.” He counters.
“I do not care, Jacob.” I sing, reaching out and grabbing the handle of
the door. It’s locked. I turn around and shoot Jacob a glare. He raises his
eyebrows in a challenging manner.
“You don’t want
to drive me? Fine. But I’m sure he didn’t forbid going for a walk.” I
declare, before turning o my heels and walking down the street aimlessly, just
to make him panic.
I hear Jacob swear
from behind me. He quickly catches up with me.
did not.” He admits. “But
I’m going to lose my Job, Abigail.”
“I’ll hire you
“Abigail, this is
not reasonable.” He complains.
“I often hear you
complain about your husband’s disproportionate reactions, but you know how to
push his buttons.” He remarks. I actually laugh, because I can’t believe
Jacob is siding with Mark.
“You know very
well how he’ll react.” He says. I turn around and decide to lash out,
because I don’t need him to be like Mark at all, and he has no right to judge me,
because he doesn’t know how I feel.
“Do you know how
I’m reacting? Does anybody care?” I ask him. He stops dead in his tracks,
his eyes widening. “I
know all of this is my fault, the accident, Liam, Olivia, I know it. And it
looks like everyone is trying to make me pay for it.” I tell him.
“And I probably
deserve to be treated like this.” I admit.
“But no one cares
about how I’m feeling. My husband is distant, he barely talks to me anymore, my
best friend hates me, I don’t work, I’m pregnant and I spend my days
alone.” I complain openly. I have never complained ever since we came home
from the hospital, I always kept my mouth shut and stayed home. But I can’t do
“I’m not asking anyone to care… I don’t need your sympathy. I do
not need your advice or discipline, Jacob.” I tell him. “All
I want is to go shopping.”
His mouth hangs a
little open, and his eyebrows are furrowed. He gapes at me for a moment, before
clearing his throat.
agrees. Thank god!
He leads me to the car
and I get in in the back.
“I didn’t know
you felt that way, Abigail.” Jacob says to me as I fasten my belt.
“I know. That’s
because I didn’t want to talk about it, Jacob.” I reply, and he starts the
engine before driving off.
The weather outside is hot, very sent, the sky
is cloudless, but there is a soft, fresh breeze. The few steps I take outside
the car to the mall feel like walking on the moon. There are loads of people
outside, everything is so busy and loud. I haven’t been in such an environment
for a while. I clutch my bag and Jacob escorts me inside. I get distracted by
everything. I observe and look around. I feel ridiculous. I find it ridiculous
that it feels so new to me.
After successfully buying another frame for the picture, I wander inside
another baby store. They all seem to attract me. I’m so excited for peanut to
come out, and buying things for him or her makes it even more real to me. I
know it’s useless t buy too much clothes, because babies grow out of them so
quickly, but it’s adorable to look at those tiny things.
Jacob follow me in the aisles, quietly. I try to ask his opinion
sometimes but he’s not very enthusiastic. I know he’s dreading the moment Mark
will learn that he let me go outside.
As I look around the shoe section, Jacob’s phone starts to buzz. I turn
around and hear him sigh as he looks at the caller’s ID.
“Mr. Tuan.” He says as he takes the call, bringing his phone
to his ear. I turn around and pretend not to mind, but I try to listen
“I’m with your
wife in a store.” He says to him. I hear Mark yell, but I don’t
distinguish the words. I’m not surprised by his anger. I’m going to get it when
he comes home, but then he’s been such an ass lately that I think I’m immune to
is…shopping.” Jacob admits. Mark screams again, and Jacob sighs. When I
look back at him, he’s putting his phone back in his pocket.
coming.” He declares. I think he hates me.
Well, Mark is coming
to join us, but I don’t really feel like shopping anymore. I pay for my items,
and wander into another store aimlessly. I’m just waiting for Mark at this
I’m a little bit sad.
I’m sad because this pregnancy isn’t the happiest moment right now. It was
during the first months, but now I feel like I only have peanut on my side. I’m
sad that Mark doesn’t understand why I want to go out so much. And I hate the
fact that he thinks I’m putting peanut in danger on purpose.
I don’t like us at the
moment. I know it’ll pass when Liam and Olivia are arrested, but it’s still
hard to live. I don’t feel like he loves me right now.
I should just stop.
Let him being an ass to me and not try to take my mind off it. Just take it all
and the stay home and relive it again and again until he stops.
I’m trying to keep my
spirits up, but what is the point? It’s making it worse.
As I think about that,
a few tears start to roll down my face, in the middle of the onesies section. I
decide I’ve had enough. I feel ridiculous, crying in the middle of baby stuff I
go back to Jacob who was waiting for me in front of the store.
“I’m done Jacob, where
is Mark?” I ask. I hope he can’t see I’ve cried.
“Mr. Tuan said I
had to take home. He can’t come here.” He explains. His face is hard; I
know he’s mad at me too. I’m making everyone mad trying to make myself a little
mumble, before following him out of the mall.
In the car, Jacob
keeps glance at me insistently through the top mirror. When I catch him
watching me, he turns his head and plunges in deep thoughts, forgetting about
“What’s wrong, Jacob?”
I ask finally. As we stop again.
“I don’t think Mr.
Tuan doesn’t care about your feelings.” He says to me. I stare at him.
Where is this coming from? Now he wants to be a couple therapist?
“I think he
doesn’t want to acknowledge them. He hates seeing you sad.” He explains.
He doesn’t seem to know if he should be telling me this or not.
“I don’t get it,
Jacob.” I reply, frowning.
there.” He says. “He
was there, at the mall, and he was mad. He was furious.”
He was there? He came
and didn’t walk over to me to yell at me?
“He was going to
go find you, but he stopped when he saw you crying.” He explains.
“He stood there,
staring at you.” He says. “And
he left. He looked shaken.”
I stay silent,
perplex. I didn’t know me crying would calm him down. He saw I had cried in the
plane this morning, and it didn’t deter him from being an asshole.
I know he doesn’t like
to see me cry; he would comfort me usually. I don’t know if this means he’s not
mad at me, or if it means he’s so mad at me he doesn’t care about seeing me
bring himself to acknowledge and deal with your feelings.” Jacob says
I don’t know what that
even means. Or maybe he’s saying Mark doesn’t like to see me cry, and he’s
already stressed out so he doesn’t want to deal with me?
“Thank you Jacob.
The light is green.” I tell him. His eyes go back to the front, and he
starts driving again.
Mark comes home late
that day, which leaves me time to ponder about everything that happened
I think Jacob is
right. He’s very quiet and observant, he must know how Mark is feeling these
days. It already happened once.
Mark told me he couldn’t’
bother thinking about my feelings, because he was depressive.
I wonder if all this
is happening because he’s depressive. Liam and Olivia ae out in the nature,
trying to hurt me, and he has no control of them, he doesn’t know where they
I think that would be
more than enough for him to fall into depression again, considering what first
brought him there. The idea makes my heart sink. He was just starting to
But maybe it’s not
depression, just stress. Maybe that’s why he can’t be as present a she usually
I eat dinner alone,
watch TV for a bit, then around nine in the evening, I shower the day off and
slip into a night dress. I come out of the bathroom with a towel on my head and
sit in front of the dressing table. I dry my hair energetically, before taking
the towel of. When I look up in the mirror, I see Mark standing in the doorway
of our bedroom, leaning against the frame of the door. I turn around to check
if its’ real.
Mark looks tired. His
hair is slightly ruffled, his tie gone and the top two buttons of his shirt
undone. He looks yummy.
“How long have
you been watching me?” I ask him.
while.” He says. He doesn’t look angry.
“Are you going to
stand there and stare at me?” I ask.
“You don’t want
to yell at me?” I’m surprised. I was prepared for a thermonuclear
point? You never listen to me.” He shrugs. I’d like to say that that is
not true, but it is. I watch him for a moment, and he stares at me with soft
eyes. He moves, pushes himself off the wall and starts walking towards me.
Abigail.” He admits. Oh, I know I’m right. I didn’t know he would admit it
so quickly though. Maybe that’s why he is coming home late.
said in the jet.” He says quietly. I drop my towel on the table and look
up at him as he stands in front of me, his hands in his pockets.
“I probably don’t
show it, but Liam being out there make me nervous to a point you can’t
imagine.” He murmurs in a way of explanation.
“I know that,
Mark. I know you’re beyond worried.” I reply softly, standing up so I can
get closer to him. "And that’s why you can’t take care of me anymore. I know that, and it’s
my fault if it’s happening-“
When I say that, he
"No, I’m not getting revenge because of the accident-”
“Well, I feel
like I probably deserve it.” I cut him off. He looks a little bit pained.
that.” He says, his tone scolding. I sigh, putting my hands flat on
the lapels of his jacket.
“I don’t want to
push you, Mark. I can leave you alone, if you let me occupy myself so I don’t
get sad.” I tell him.
“You want to go out.”
His eyes search on my face, and I hold his gaze, waiting for his answer.
He shakes his head.
“I can’t let you, Abigail. I don’t like it.” He whispers quietly.
Before I can sigh in disappointment, he takes my hands in his.
“But I have a deal.” He explains.
“You behave this week and we’ll go out together.” He proposes,
arousing my interest.
“Where to?” I ask him.
“The gala Ros invited me to.” He replies. So that’s why he
wanted me to pick out an outfit for him. He had planned to go to a gala alone?
“You were going to go alone? Will Ellie be there as well?” I
“I was about to cancel, and I don’t know if she’ll be there.”
“I don’t have a dress.”
“We’ll go shopping the afternoon before that.” He proposes. I
grin, and his eyes widen.
“Yes?” He asks.
“One more thing.” I say. “I want to have some time alone
with you, just you and me.”
He doesn’t seem to understand. I slip my hands out of his and wrap my
arms around his neck. His hands come up my back.
“We can watch a movie, or just have dinner together. No work, no
cellphone, no Liam.” I explain. I miss my husband. And I know he’s willing
to make some effort. he’s not totally gone yet.
“Okay. I’ll free myself.” He agrees.
"Yes.” He says before pressing his lips onto mine. He kisses
me tenderly and lovingly, the softest he has ever been these days. I kiss him
back, my tongue meeting his in slow licks.
At this very moment, I know %ark is okay, deep down there, he’s still
making progress despite Liam and Olivia.
Can you do an imagine where you are sick and mark to a day off to take care of you
~Sleep, you need it~
Authors note: This sucks tbh. I am so sorry. If you would like me to re-write this feel free to ask.
You woke up feeling congested and you your head was pounding. You looked at the device that had so rudely had awoken you to see you had a text.
Mark <3: Hey! Wanna grab breakfast before practice today?
You really wanted to go but you just weren’t feeling up to it. Being sick sucked. you tried to think of a way to say no without him trying to come see you so he didn’t get sick too. you thought maybe schoolwork?
Y/n: Hey Mark! Sorry but I have so much schoolwork, I’ll pass <3
You sent the text as you sneezed and laughed at yourself. You then went to the washroom to take a hot shower to help feel a bit better.
You stepped out of the shower still feeling gross so you decided to get back into pajamas and go back to bed. Once changed you checked your phone. you had received a text from Mark.
Mark <3: How about I bring you breakfast then! Just so I know you ate
You looked at the time the text had been sent and it read 7:04 you looked at the top corner of your phone for the current time and it read 7:22. you quickly tried to type a response so he wouldn’t head out to your place. but before you could finish he had sent you another text.
Mark <3: On my way with your favorite!
“Oh no” you thought aloud. you quickly went to go get cleaned up so it was less obvious you were sick.
You were putting your hair up and tried to conceal your paler than normal face when a knock sounded from your door. you went and opened the door to be greeted with a smiling Mark holding your favorite food. You smiled at him and he look in your eyes and then his smile faltered.
“You ok Y/n?” He asked concerned reaching out for your face in which you backed away quickly.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” If he touches you then he will surely feel how hot your skin is.
“Oh, ok then.” He spoke with some sadness in his tone. The last thing you wanted was for him to be upset.
You both went to the living room and he set up the food in the coffee table. you sat as far away on the couch as you could because you didn’t want to get him sick. He tried to scooch closer to you but you simple shrunk against the arm of the couch.
“Ok Y/n, Thats it? Do I smell or something? Are you mad at me? Why can’t I get close to you? I just want to hug you and have a nice-”
You cut him off “I’m sick.” he looked at you with some hurt in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked.
“I didn’t want you to be stressed anymore than you already are.” You said and looked at your feet.
“Y/n, You know I love you, I am worried that you were mad at me when you were just sick! That’s it, We are going to your bed and You are going to go to sleep. I will call in and say I need to take care of you, no arguments now let’s go.” He said and picked you up bridal style.
Once in the bedroom he gently placed you on the bed and laid next to you. He pulled the covers over you both and hugged you around your waist. he looked in your eyes and gently kissed your nose.
“Go to sleep Y/n you need it.” he whispered. and with that you closed your eyes and drifted to dreamland to the sound of his heartbeat.
Mark is currently backing the production of The Last Train, a film written by the survivor of a suicide attempt. It started as a play called ‘Subway Suicide’ and through sold-out performances has helped reach people who have suffered with depression and suicidal thoughts. The producers would like to reach a wider audience and put a high quality film version of their play into as many film festivals as possible. You can support the film here at it's KICKSTARTER and pledging $25 will get you an autographed pic of Mark (ships worldwide). A $250 pledge and he’ll take you to dinner if you can make it to LA, Dusseldorf or Paris :)
Warnings: Fluffy fluff that is fluffy. Other than that, none!
Summary: Mark and the reader have a lazy day together. A day that consists of watching a movie and lots of cuddles. Based on a request from @youtuber-imagines-and-things ! Thank you!! :)
A/N: This was unbelievably fun to write! It’s my first Markiplier fanfiction but I’m excited to write more for him. :) Please tell me what you think! :)
“Hey Maaaaark?” I called through the house for my boyfriend. I was currently lying upside down on the couch in the living room, my legs propped up against the back of it.
“Hey Y/NNNNNNN?” Mark mocked, chuckling as he entered the room, playfully pushing my feet off the back of the couch as he went by. “Watcha need?” he questioned, finally plopping down next to me on my right. I shifted and lay my legs on top of his lap.
How did you get yourself out of your rough times? X
Being positive // thinking positive
Taking each day as they come.
Writing down and marking off daily tasks, even if it was to simply get out of bed and make breakfast.
Taking things slow.
Slowly spending more time with friends
Writing down my thoughts
Spending time doing things I like and pampering myself
Falling in love with myself again and realising that I’m better than this and that my time is limited.
(Took me a while to answer this, as I realised its been a good 3 years since I’ve been in a bad place. I just got used to doing all of the things listed above during my days - It works I promise)
So Impersonal - Will/Hannibal, 1.3k, Hannibal finally gets what he wants, Will likes to hear him beg. Light D/s and bondage. [ao3]
The first time Will agrees to fuck him, Hannibal leaves his dignity on the floor, kicked into the corner alongside his finest Italian suit. Will pins him face down on the bed, painfully hard cock pressed flush against his body, leaking onto the sheets.
“Tell me what you want, Dr. Lecter,” Will purrs, immobilizing Hannibal’s wrists at the small of his back with one strong hand.
Will is fully clothed, still in the suit he wore at dinner, and Hannibal feels the rough slide of fabric against his skin as Will straddles his thighs, the jut of his hard cock tenting the front of his pants and rubbing against Hannibal’s ass as he moves.
“You know what I want,” Hannibal chokes out, turning his face in a desperate attempt to catch a glimpse of Will over his shoulder.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you don’t want me to fuck you tonight.” Will tightens the grip on his wrists. “And you’ve been waiting so very patiently, too.”
Today we spent the overcast morning hiking above the ocean out at Torrey Pines. It is just about the best thing in the world. Mark took today off (super rare) and I realized this is the longest stretch he has been home in a couple of months. Everything is so much better when he is around! And Jude just adores him, which will never stop melting my heart.
After we got back in the car we drove up to our favorite Mexican joint for carne asada burritos and horchata. Yum. Now we are back watching the tournament (my bracket is killing it, by the way) and thinking about enjoying an afternoon brewski on this now sunny day. Hope you are all having a good one!