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toomanystoriessolittletime · 4 months

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New Years wishes

Week 5 of the Winter Writing Challenge

prompt: "I wanna be your last first kiss.“

Summary: After spending difficult six month without Marcus he surprises you for New Years Eve.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Rating: G

Warnings: fluff, also angst, little heartbreak, Marcus is having a tiny midlife crisis, but it all turns out good in the end

A/N: totally stealing from Greys Anatomy I'm not even sorry

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You don’t know why you let Charlotte talk you into going to her New Years eve party. You weren’t big on parties, and you definitely weren’t looking forward to this one.

But you were looking forward to this year finally being over.

That’s the only reason Charlotte used to talk you into coming to her party, to celebrating this year finally being over and to starting a new year which would hopefully bring you more than heartbreak.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your gaze landing on the necklace you were wearing.

The necklace Marcus had gifted you for your first anniversary.

It was a little cupcake on a golden chain, because it was through a cupcake that the two of you reconnected a year before.

Marcus was Charlotte’s big brother. Growing up you had the biggest crush on him but it would almost take twenty years for it to finally become more.

And it was a chance meeting.

You were working in your little bakery, not far away from FBI headquarters and Marcus had moved to town after getting offered to be the leading agent of the art crime division. You would only learn later that this new job originally also entailed a new fiancé.

But her loss was your gain in the end. Marcus started to spend all his lunch breaks in your little bakery, reconnecting and slowly falling in love with you.

And things had been going perfectly.

Eight months after you officially started dating he moved into your little house, just outside of the city you had inherited from your grandmother after she died.

You were so in love with each other, that you really didn’t know how to react when Marcus wanted a break.

It had been after another lengthier mission that Marcus had come home and asked for a some time apart. That he needed some time to think about his life and how he could be the best version of himself for you, and while it broke your heart, you were willing to give him everything he wanted if it made him feel better.

That was almost six months ago and you had both only seen each other a handful of times. He assured you that it wasn’t you, that he had some things he needed to work out with himself and that you deserved to have the best version of himself if you still wanted him.

Of course you wanted him. You would always want him.

You were beyond confused, asking yourself if it was something you did that made him feel this way.

You missed him. Every single day.

You went from daydreaming about the future with him together, both of you planing your wedding, where you would live, how many children you would have, to lonely microwave dinners and reruns of the bachelor until you fell asleep in front of the TV.

Christmas had been beyond depressing.

You never had much family left in the first place, and the last years had been spent with the Pike’s. You were invited of course, but you could not bring yourself to go there and spend the day with Marcus and his family, when you were hurting deep down about your relationship status.

You had tried to talk to him since he moved out, but he had only asked for more time, telling you that he would understand if you were getting tired of waiting, that he did not want you to wait until he figured his shit out.

Charlotte had warned you that Marcus was supposed to be attending her party that day too, and your heart already was hurting only thinking about seeing him again, without being able to actually be with him.

You just hoped that he would figure his issues out, because you could not keep living like this.

The taxi was driving through the busy city.

Charlotte had asked you to make some cupcakes, so the taxi was taking you to your bakery where Charlotte’s husband Eddie would be waiting for you to help transport the cupcakes back to her place for the party.

You could have just taken them to her yesterday, but she insisted she wanted them today.

Paying the taxi driver you grabbed your purse and took a look around, trying to check if Eddie was there already, but all you found was a black town car with a driver waiting in front of it. Shrugging to yourself, you searched for your keys, making your way to the entrance of your bakery when you heard your name behind you.

Turning around you found the driver, an older looking man smiling at you, asking your name again.

„Uh, yeah?“ You answered confused.

„Hello, I am Andrew. I am instructed to take you to your surprise,“ he said.

„Which surprise?“ You asked.

„I do not know. I only know I should take you there,“ he answered.

„Who told you to take me there?“

„Marcus Pike.“

Before you got into the car you tried to call Marcus, but he did not pick up the phone. Then you tried to call Charlotte who only told you that she knew about a surprise, but she didn’t know what it was about.

Still hesitant you sat in the backseat of the car, the radio quietly playing while the landscape flew by.

After a while you had an of idea where you were going.

One of your last dates with Marcus was spent house hunting. You had been searching for a while but could not find something you both liked immediately. You did however find a piece of land that you both fell in love with. It was overlooking the whole city while still not being to far out to commute to work every day, which you and Marcus could do together since you worked only two streets apart.

But before you could have made any further decisions, Marcus had asked for this… break. You were getting more nervous the more familiar your surroundings became, until the car stopped and you turned your head to look to the side, a sea of candles illuminating the night.

The car door opened and Andrew gave you a warm smile.

„I’ll wait here if you’ll need me,“ he said before he helped you out and walked back to the drivers side to get back into the car.

You took a deep breath, before you slowly rounded the car and walked towards where you could already make out Marcus waiting for you, surrounded by what must be hundreds, if not thousands of candles.

You were suddenly glad you had decided to wear your winter coat.

As if this whole set up wasn’t overwhelming enough, it was the first time you saw Marcus since the beginning of November.

He was waiting for you in the middle of this set up, a soft smile on his completely shaven face. Nervously you sucked your bottom lip in, walking towards him, while you looked around, seeing that these candles seemed to make up a shape. Of what, you were not sure.

„Hi,“ you heard Marcus say as you stopped in front of him.

„Hey,“ you whispered.

„You look… you look beautiful,“ he smiled, his hand reaching out to touch you, but stopping himself halfway through. You took a step closer, taking his hand and he sighed.

„You shaved,“ you said and he smiled.

„Yeah. I think I shaved my midlife crisis right off with the beard,“ he huffed nervously, his brown eyes set on you. He squeezed your hand.

„I owe you an explanation. And the biggest apology of my life,“ he sighed, shaking his head to himself. He took your other hand before he looked at you.

„Yeah. What happened? Was it something I did? I…“ you began but he shook his head.

„Remember the undercover mission I had been on for a couple weeks in May?“ He asked. You nodded.

„I ran into my ex wife.“

„Oh,“ you whispered. He took a deep breath.

„And I let her fuck with my head. And then I ran into Theresa and I couldn’t talk to you, because of the Undercover thing and it left me with my stupid thoughts for two weeks up to the point where I was certain that something must be wrong with me and that you deserve so much better,“ he said.

„Marcus…“ you mumbled, shaking your head.

„I know,“ he smiled sadly, „And instead of finally talking to you when I was back I pushed you away. You, the person I want to grow old with. I love you. So much. It’s…,“ he took a deep breath.

„Charlotte told me how miserable you were. She also told me what an idiot I am. My therapist too,“ Marcus continued.

„Therapist?“ You asked.

He nodded.

„Yeah. I wanted to find out what was wrong with me,“ he shrugged.

„There’s nothing wrong with you, baby. You’re just…“ you were looking for the right word.

„An idiot?“ He offered. You smiled.

„Yeah. But you’re still my idiot,“ you said softly and he released a deep breath.

„I’m so, so fucking sorry what I put you through these last months. If I could erase these last months, I would.“

You looked at him, your Marcus. There would be more talking about this in the future. Yes, these last months were hell, but he was here, right now. He loved you and you loved him. That was enough for the moment.

You got on your tiptoes, your arms wrapping around Marcus and kissed him. He stumbled back surprised before his arms pulled you against him and he deepened the kiss.

„I missed you so much. I’ll kill you if you ever hurt me like that again,“ you mumbled against his lips.

„Never,“ he vowed, rubbing his nose over yours.

„So… what is all this?“ You asked, looking up at him.

„This… This could be our dream house,“ he said. He pulled away from you, taking your hand and started walking.

„Right now, we could be standing in our living room. Fireplace right there, biggest couch we can find right here,“ he gestured. You smiled, following him. Now you could see the candles on the ground made out lines of different rooms.

„This,“ he lead you forward along the line, „could be the kitchen. Got you that big island you always wanted so you can have enough space to bake too,“ he winked and you grinned.

„What’s on the other levels?“ You asked. He turned and pulled you in his arms.

„Bathroom, Office, Guest Bedroom, Bedroom with walk in closet….“

„What about a nursery?“ You asked and he smiled shyly.

„We can fit one in there too, I think,“ he mumbled and kissed you.

„Two,“ you said and he nodded.

„I gotta say, this is all very romantic but last time I checked we don’t own this piece of land.“

He hummed.

„When did you last check?“ He asked, a smile sneaking to his lips.

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes.

„I signed the papers this morning. It’s yours,“ he said and your mouth dropped open in shock.

„What?“ You gasped out.

„I bought it. For you. For us, if you want. I just… I want to make you happy. I…“ you stopped him with your lips on his mouth.

„You’re insane,“ you chuckled.

„Now you notice?“ He joked and you shook your head with a grin, letting your head rest against his chest when you heard the first firework go off, the sky glittering in pink lights.

„What time is it?“ You asked and he looked at his watch.

„Almost midnight,“ he whispered.

You both looked up at the sky, more and more fireworks lighting up the sky.

„I want to spend every single day of my life loving you. I wanna be your last first kiss. I wanna be the best version of myself for you,“ he whispered against your ear. You blinked the tears away, cuddling closer against him.

„I love you,“ you mumbled against him.

„Happy new year,“ he whispered, kissing your hair. You looked up at him, the man you loved.

„Happy new year.“

#my fic #Marcus Pike #Marcus Pike x fem. reader #Pedro Pascal #stephswinterwritingchallenge #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

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kayleezra · 10 months

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Someone New (Part 2 to Someone Else) // (Marcus Pike x GN!Reader)

(not like the fun Hozier song unfortunately)

Word Count: 5,248

Warnings: nada unless you count angst and self-esteem issues 👍

Summary: so… I can’t thank those enough that hyped up the last part and thus encouraged me to write a second one! I truly had no intentions to continue it but then it was so well received I had to! If you’re wondering how I wrote self-esteem issues so well, it’s because I’m self-projecting 😌

AND I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, LIFE IS A B!TCH (there will be a part 3)

I can be better. I can be whatever they need me to be. People will only stay if I create my worth by being useful. I can be useful. I am useful. I’ll become whatever people need. People deserve what they need, I’ll give that to them no matter the cost. I’ll be what you need me to be.

You want to sleep away from Marcus, you want to be alone, to be allowed the space to process what you’ve just been told. You find some solace on the couch but it isn’t far enough to allow yourself to cry. Marcus will hear, you don’t want him to hear.

Marcus lies alone, hating himself, not for telling you but for even getting distracted in the first place. Now the bed that’s usually warm and full of love is cold and he can feel your warmth pulling at him from the living room where you lie. After nearly an hour of tossing and turning, he gives up.

You can’t sleep, your mind is swirling with things you could have done differently. Should’ve dressed nicer for him, he always said he loved when you dressed down because it was your ‘truest self’ but looking back on it… he was probably bringing attention to it in hopes you’d notice and change it. Been more spontaneous and fun, why stay in and cook for each other when the whole world is just outside your door? You rip apart everything, everything he’s said or done. How long ago did this all start? How far back do you have to be unsure of his words and actions?

The hurricane of thoughts, slamming against the inside of your cranium, comes to an unsettling halt when Marcus enters the doorway. He looks like a mutt hoping to be adopted: scared, guilty and hopeful. And yet… when you see him… your chest tightens and your mind is screaming at you and at him to the point where your thoughts are incomprehensible.

“I know I don’t deserve… I-. will you please come to bed? I- I can’t sleep when uh- when the bed is just so empty and cold,” he looks at the ground and rubs his neck uncomfortably, “we don't have to cuddle or anything I just-” he scoffs at himself. He can't believe he got up and would ask you this. “You know what, forget I said anything,” he says before turning around.

You wanted to find solace alone but… you also don’t want to push him further away than he already is. So you get up from the couch and walk to the bedroom, once filled with dreams that you now know will never come true and thus the guilt that comes with it. Marcus is surprised by your appearance and clearly happy but he holds himself back he knows things aren’t the same and he doesn’t have the right to want you close. So he lets you lay in bed next to him with a distance that says ‘divorce parents’. You’re scared this is worse than the physical distance that distanced the two of you into separate rooms. So you move towards him… with a hesitation that says ‘happily married with 2 kids’. You’re scared of losing him and at this point will do anything to keep him so you sleep next to him as though nothing happened. You even bring your arms around him and hold him as if you love him the same, as if he still loves you the same.

You just have to pretend to be happy and then one day… you’ll believe it. If you just keep pretending that things are fine for you… then they will be. While also improving yourself to ensure Marcus stays interested, of course… but right now you play the part of pretending so that everything’s fine.

Just pretend that Marcus's touch doesn’t feel like betrayal. Just imagine that it’s yesterday and everything you thought you knew is still true. You’re happy and Marcus is happy and the two of you are happy together.

Emotional exhaustion is the only reason that you end up asleep. You didn’t feel tired, but then again a lot has happened in the last few hours that you didn’t see coming. You know you’re mentally and emotionally exhausted because you’re in bed with him. Because you didn’t stand for the one ounce of self-respect you have. You’ve imagined being cheated on and betrayed, how you’d calmly walk out and let their regret and sorrow eat them alive because you deserve better. But here you are, in the bed and arms of a man who just told you he’s interested in someone else.

Marcus doesn’t sleep. You didn’t calmly walk out but the regret and sorrow eats him alive all the same. He deserves it, he knows he does and he hates it, he wishes he wasn’t so stupid as to get distracted and hurt you because now he’s left with nothing but the mess he created. He’s confused, how could he love you and yet so easily get pulled into Teresa’s trap? He never questioned his love for you, you took up all the space in his mind so how was Teresa able to squeeze in? When he thinks back to when he and Teresa first met there’s nothing, just another co-worker. When did it become more? He remembers thinking about you when she spoke about being single, about how happy you made him. Then… he remembers seeing and talking with Teresa and only seeing and thinking about her. When did that happen? How did that happen? How could he let this happen? And yet here you lay next to him. He knows you’re only in his arms because you’re scared he'll leave because that’s basically what he said to you. He’s resurrected the evil voices that taunt your every being, the voices he helped you fight into submission, a battle that took you years. He’s broken every moral code, value and promise he’s ever made to himself and to you. By 3:00 am his grief eats him alive to the point where he can’t fight his exhaustion.

An uneasy anxiety wakes you, the time reads 4:42 am. You feel… different… cold and robotic. Numb. You’ve allowed yourself to take blame and create a solution that you can provide, it’s made you indifferent and detached. You're no longer a loving partner but an actor playing one, acting out the role perfectly but you can only act it perfectly if you don’t let your own emotions get in the way. You think about picture-perfect relationships, often subliminally misogynistic, and use them as your guide. You’ll get up and dressed and make breakfast, a big one, a big ‘I’m sorry’ movie breakfast! Marcus will be happy. You carefully remove Marcus’s arm from you. His touch isn’t warm, it burns your skin and feels like a lie. You breathe better without his arm on you, without him touching you but you don’t allow yourself to enjoy that freedom because you have a job to do. You shower, shave, exfoliate, wear perfume, do your hair and put on a nice not-so-casual outfit before creating an expansive spread for breakfast. You’ve gone about the morning like a stereotypical 1950s housewife, all that’s missing is a husband that won’t appreciate your work.

It is just as you’re setting everything in place that Marcus appears. You can tell he’s confused like he’s trying to figure out if this is real or a dream. A dream… see you can be his dream if you just try.

“What’s all this?” he asks, confused. And now you feel silly…

“I- um-…” you’re suddenly nervous and can’t find the right words, the words that don’t scream ‘I’m terrified you’ll leave me so I’ll do and be whatever you want me to’. While fighting to find the words Marcus slowly makes his way to you. You take a deep breath,

“I just… I wanted to remind us how… good, happy we are together,” you muster out.

“Oh baby you don’t have to do that, I’m always happy with you, you never have to remind me,” Marcus says solemnly. ‘Then why are you interested in someone else’ your brain says. You nod as though you believe him.

The two of you sit and enjoy your hard work but it’s filled with a heavy and awkward silence.

“What time did you get up? I mean, you did all this,” Marcus says while gesturing to the food, “and you’re dressed up.”

“It’s nothing, I just couldn’t fall back asleep this morning so…” you shrug, “I got a head start on the day. Plus I figured it’d be nice for you to not have to wake up to what looks like a beached sea creature,” you joke. You smile and laugh at yourself, trying to ensure he doesn’t see how truthful you’re being, how negatively you’re seeing yourself. Marcus puts his cutlery down and looks at you seriously, leaning into the table and giving you his hands to take. You place your hands in his, leaning over the table yourself.

“You never, never, are anything other than beautiful to me, ever.”‘Then why did she catch your eye?’ “I love seeing you relaxed and happy more than anything, I love it because it's like you’re bearing your soul to me.”‘Then why weren’t my soul and I enough?’

His words burn, they hurt, you’d actually prefer poisoned words or a physical blow because what he’s doing now is so much worse. It’s a reminder of what was, what could’ve been, of what he’s capable of faking.

You smile and scoff, unable to take in his words completely without crying. He can’t see you cry. You take your hands from his.

“You’re the only one who thinks that Marcus and it might be because you need to see an optometrist. Plus,” you continue to ensure he can’t break down your defences, “I had time and wanted to remind myself how hot I can be.” Another joke, anything but face reality, change the topic, nod and smile, but don’t look in the mirror too long, don’t look at Marcus too long, don’t interpret his words, let everything roll off your back and avoid the actuality.

Marcus knows what you’re doing, he knows you too well not to and it breaks him to see you put up all your defenses. To have you listen to all the evil little voices in your head, to have you act and the worst part? He knows it’s all because of him. He knows these defences, he encountered them early on in your relationship, and he helped take them down. Now he’s the reason they’re up. You’re creating a version of yourself you believe he’ll like, a version he’ll love, but he truly does love the real you. He loves waking up to your relaxed body, no matter how awkward the position seems or the state of your pyjamas. He loves waking up to see the hairstyle your pillows made you, to see whatever face your face has found itself in even when it leaves you drooling, especially when it leaves you drooling. He loves your morning breath and your slightly cranky and disoriented mood when you first wake. He loves seeing your shoulders be relaxed and your jaw unclenched, even if it gives you less-than-perfect posture and a double chin. He loves all these things that you hate because he knows it means you’re at ease with him. That you trust him. That you don’t have to put a show on for him, a brave face that you wear too often. He’s one of the few that get to see you, not a facade. Got, Your brain quickly corrects, got to see.

“I think we need to talk about what I said last night,” Marcus says.

‘You mean how you found somebody else?’, “I don’t know that-...”

“I know it’s going to… suck to put it lightly but I told you for a reason. Because I do love you, and I’d never hide anything from you, including some silly crush.”

“Silly crush? You told me she took up your mind, that you were mesmerized by her laugh. It wasn’t just finding someone attractive or enjoying their company!” you begin to raise your voice.

“I know, I know. I- I just don’t know what to do. I do love you, I've envisioned our lives together, growing old and being the cutest couple in the care home…”

“Then how could you fall so easily for Teresa? How could you love me if you are able to forget all about me at the sight of another woman?!”

“I don’t know, I- My mind is a mess. I can’t give you an answer. I’m sorry. But… I don’t want you to do this, to be this.” Marcus says while motioning towards you and the absurd breakfast you put together.

“Marcus… I don’t know that I can do that. I look at you and… all I see are my flaws, reasons I’m not good enough. And I know you’ll argue that but it doesn’t matter what you say because I no longer trust a word you say.” Tears well up in your eyes, this isn’t how your morning was supposed to go, you were supposed to fake happiness until everything was fine.

Your words break Marcus’s heart. Flaws? You didn’t have any in his eyes. He’s desperate.

“But tell me you’re willing to try, please?”

I can’t lose him, he’s my everything. He just needs time, he’ll realize he’s being silly and come back to me. He has to. Things will be fine. They have to be.

You take a deep breath and nod, “I’m willing to try,” you say just above a whisper. The words hurt because it means stabbing yourself in the heart every moment that you look at him. Pretending that you’re enough when you’re not. This isn’t the same as pretending things are fine because Marcus has already admitted it isn’t, that he knows about your defences and doesn’t want you to use them. To openly let yourself get hurt.

— a week later —

The day has taken everything out of you, you’re exhausted but you’ve got housework to do. Truth is, this last week you’ve felt like utter garbage and have tried to hide it by putting more effort into your appearance. If you look good on the outside, you'll feel good on the inside right? Well, it hasn’t really worked but it’s given you something to think about besides the crushing cloud of melancholy that fogs your head. However, between the cloud and the energy you’ve exerted trying to ignore it, you’ve come home exhausted. Although it doesn’t feel much like home anymore, you’re constantly on edge now, waiting for Marcus to say or do something. All while finding subtle ways to improve yourself. You’ve slacked a lot on the house duties. Marcus hasn’t said anything and he’s picked up your slack. He reassures you that it’s okay given the circumstances, that he wants you to ‘focus on yourself’.

Marcus has found a way to come home early every day this week, except today. Your brain tells you that he doesn’t have to stay late to work but is instead spending time with Teresa. But you can’t find it in yourself to care. You’re too tired if he wants to leave, and you knoe he will but at this point there's nothing you can do to change that.

While you mentioned taking a break, allowing him to explore, he really hasn’t. He’s felt so guilt-ridden about what he’s done to you, he just wants to make it all better. That in no way redeems him, he knows that. He’s invested more in you, trying to communicate how awful he feels, how he knows he fucked up. Then a case calls extra attention from the team and in walks Teresa… He sees her and feels guilt. He wants to run away from her and into your arms but then she smiles at him… and he forgets you. He forgets how you make him giggle when you wake up annoyed at your alarm every morning. He forgets how you always pour his coffee before your own. He forgets that you’ll plan spontaneous dates after a rough week to help each other forget about it even for a little. He forgets the adorable face you make when concentrating or trying to remember something. He forgets the way you jump and scream when he accidentally startles you that always ends in the two of you laughing in each other's arms. He forgets that he has a piece of the sun waiting at home for him.

You change out of your day's clothes and into some nice loungewear. Nice enough to be comfy but not enough to fall asleep immediately in. You put some music on and begin cleaning, maybe it’s the slightly messy state of your house that is attributing to your dark cloud. If you clean the house, you’ll clean your mind. You know that's not true, that this time it isn’t something you can clean or tend to, to solve. But you do it anyway, hoping it’ll provide some relief. You start in the kitchen, getting lost in the loud music, before you make your way to the bathroom and laundry, losing track of time. Then all that’s left is vacuuming.

It’s late, you haven’t eaten or bothered to prepare anything, it didn’t feel necessary when you heard Marcus wouldn't be home for dinner. You’re tired but the music is keeping you moving and there’s a small feeling of accomplishment from getting so much work done in spite of your down mood.

The moment work is finished, Marcus is filled with guilt again. He’s here with Teresa… you’re at home… It’s like she has a spell over him. He thinks of you and his heart sinks. He thinks about how sad he feels with you and happy he feels with Teresa… he’s made his choice. He goes home feeling sick to his stomach, but he can’t continue like this, in limbo. He thought he’d feel lighter with his mind made up but he feels heavier until he gets home and opens the door. You’re singing, and moving to the music while vacuuming. He smiles, he loves coming home to you, he wants to come home to this forever… Your singing is offkey and he loves it, it’s not a show you’re putting on.

Marcus goes and pauses the music and in a split second, you turn and scream before realizing it’s him. You put a hand to your chest, catching your breath. Marcus laughs,

“I didn't mean to scare you but this was the least startling way I could think of letting you know I was home.”

“How was work?”, you ask with a small smile, mustering all the energy left in your body to resemble slightly happy and not broken down. Work… Marcus thinks, that’s right, work, his decision.

“I’ve made up my mind,” You furrow your brows, too tired to connect the dots. “I know who I love, who I want to be with more,” ‘Oh… right, I let him pick, let him decide.’

“And?” Marcus takes a deep breath,

“I want to be with Teresa.”

Time stops and you’re numb, “oh,” is all that comes out. Your eyes aren’t focused and nothing feels real. “Umm… what does- where…” you begin to stutter out.

“I’ve booked a hotel and will find a new place.”

“You’ve already booked a hotel?” you ask emotionless.

Marcus nods, “Back at the office.”

“You’ve already planned…” He’s planned out how to leave. Staying wasn’t ever an option.

“I’m sorry…” Marcus starts but you can’t bear to hear it.

“No no, you- you told me what you felt and I gave you time to decide. You’ve decided. This is just… the cards we were dealt…” you say numbly. Marcus hates to hurt you because he really does love and care for you, he’s just not sure you’re his endgame.

“I-I‘ll go pack a bag,” he says before leaving the foyer.

He decided. In your clouded head and act you forgot that things could end. That no matter what you did… it wouldn’t have been enough. Somehow this hurts less than when he first told you about Teresa, maybe part of you already knew and grieved. Maybe it was the mix of self-hatred and pessimism that took over your life last week that made the blow more bearable. What hurt was the future. What was your future? Before it was always you and Marcus… now everything was… gone. You’d have to build yourself from scratch. The unknown for the indefinite future was horrifying. Your heart begins racing, everything you knew, the stability in your life, is being stripped from you overnight. Your breaths become shallow as you think about having to move, will you be able to find a new place? Will it be nice? Close to work? What if it’s a dump, infested with rodents and insects? Your hearing is long gone, all you hear is the whirlwind in your mind. Your shallow breaths make you lightheaded and burn your lungs. You lower yourself to the ground with the help of the couch.

Everything’s a blur and then Marcus’s face is there, in front of you. He looks worried, why’s he worried? What’s happened? Is he okay? Finally, he touches you and you hear an echo of your name come from his lips. Me, I am what’s wrong.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you breathe out, taking some grounding breaths, focusing on how hard the ground feels beneath you. When your senses come back to you, you briefly forget what Marcus has just told you. You see him and think you’re glad he was here to help, but then it dawns on you, he’s the reason it started.

You quickly get up like his presence hurts, because it does.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-…”

“It’s fine you’re okay,” Marcus says while moving to give you a reassuring touch. You maneuver away from him,

“I’ll let you get back to packing,” you finish without looking at him and walking out the front door. You need air and space.

You don’t go far, your mind is too busy to let your legs carry you far so you find yourself on a nearby bench, no more than 5 minutes from where Marcus is. You don’t know what to do, nothing feels real. In 30 minutes the night's cool air has appeared and made you shiver so you return to the place that hurts most with a new numbness from the cold.

Inside is Marcus with a few bags packed.

“I was worried, I texted you but,” he motions to your phone left on the counter.

“Sorry,” you say quietly, “lost track of time. Have you got what you need?”

“Uh… yeah…”

You nod, “when did you want to get the rest of your things?” This was really happening.

“Um, I’m not too sure yet but within the week for sure, if that’s okay?”

“Of course, not like I’ll be anywhere else,” you laugh coldly.

“I’m really sorry-…”

“Don’t. Don’t be, I- I want you to be happy so… don’t worry.”

Marcus begins to make his way towards the door with his bags, “I’ll text you about my things.”

“Of course,” you say with a sad smile and with that… he leaves.

The night is a bit of a blur, at first, you were in a mixed state of denial and numbness but at one point you were too tired to hold yourself together and you broke. You ended up laying down on the floor, the bed and the couch having too many memories of him. You don’t sleep and not just because the ground is uncomfortable.

At 6 am panic sets in. You can’t live here, you have to move. You open your phone and begin rapidly planning your future, taking screenshots and sending emails. Just like you have your whole life, you’re left to go it alone, to depend on no one but yourself, working yourself into the ground and then working some more. As heartbreaking and frustrating as it is, you also know one more thing about yourself: no matter what, you always get to the finish line, and you can depend on yourself.

—-4days later—-

You’ve spent all your free time packing and searching for your future. On your days off you’ve gone to different homes and renting spaces and neighbourhoods to see what could be a good fit. You find an apartment near your workplace that’s decent. It’s small but it’s just you so… it’ll work. It’s clean and safe and you can afford it which is all you can really ask for. You’ve been so busy you haven’t had time to grieve, or in other words, you haven’t allowed yourself to grieve by burying yourself in other things.

You’re signing the lease when your phone buzzes in your pocket.

It’s a text from Marcus that reads: ‘I can pick my stuff up tonight or tomorrow if tonight is too late of notice.’

You text him it’s fine and set to meet at 5 pm.

You get back to your place and begin packing, not only your stuff but Marcus’s as well. You try not to get sentimental about packing the things you once shared but tears escape nonetheless. You try to lessen the pain by forcing yourself to get as much packing done as possible, the sooner you can get out of this place, the better.

This place hurts to live in now, it feels like you’re living with a ghost. You yearn for Marcus to return but the old Marcus, the ghost of him. You’re constantly bombarded with flashbacks of happy moments between the two of you. That wasn’t the worst of it though. The worst was seeing what could have been. Walking into the kitchen and seeing the two of you attempting a new recipe together. Going to do laundry and seeing a new detergent that Marcus bought because it smelt nice. Going to bed and seeing an older you and Marcus reading comfortably in that same bed. It was like memories you hadn't yet created… and now never would. That hurt the most. These illusions make you want to run back into Marcus’s arms and make them a reality, but this reminds you of the second worst reminder: you never wanted to leave Marcus’s arms… Marcus wanted to leave yours.

You’re folding extra linens when there's a knock at your door. You know it’s Marcus so you just tell him to let himself in.

How weird that the two of you used to have keys to this place and enter with the relief of having finished the day and being able to see each other. And now, one of you has to knock, one of you is now a stranger and the other can’t bear living in these four walls.

Marcus walks in as you finish folding the item in hand, placing it in a box. He stops in his tracks just as quickly as he entered. He takes in the state of what was once his home. A lot of decorations and non-essential furnishings have been stripped off and gathered near the front door, along with boxes, more than was necessary for his stuff.

“What’s uh- what’s going on?” he asks confused.

“Packing,” you say quick, almost crudely.

“You’re moving?”

“Yeah,” you take a breath and finally stop and look to Marcus, “I just can’t live here being reminded-...” you can’t finish. Marcus looks to the ground nodding,

“Right, right.”

You walk towards a pile of what looks like miscellaneous items, “I just don’t know how to divvy this stuff,” you explain motioning to the pile.

Marcus takes a closer look at the pile and understands the pile, it’s items you got together. Most were pretty material except one, on the side lay a folded blanket, the fleece tie blanket the two of you made together. Each of you picked a fleece pattern and then the two of you sat on the living room floor and laid them out atop each other, made the appropriate cuts and lastly, tied them together. The blanket would find its home as a throw blanket on the couch that the two of you often used when cuddling together during movie night, date night, or just because. That breaks Marcus’s heart, and it’s then that he takes in the four walls that he’ll never see again, the place that made him so happy, that this part of his life is ending. But he did this, he doesn’t have the right to be heartbroken, this was his decision, his choice.

“Um I don’t think I need any of it,” he says quietly.

“Okay, well if you don’t want it I’m donating it, I’ve already taken what I need,”

“The blanket,” Marcus nearly yells, he says it so quickly like he was afraid it was gonna disappear before his eyes.

You notice there’s something in the tone of his voice but are too tired and broken to really care or process it.

“Okay,” you say while handing it to him.

Giving him the blanket fills you with heartbreak and relief. This was one of the items that hurt most to have to pack away and the pain it caused told you you couldn’t keep it. It not only held the memories of making it but the browsing of the fabric store together, Marcus choosing the most god-awful patterns he could find claiming it was his choice, the dozens of nights spent asleep on the couch after unintentionally falling asleep, and thousands of minutes spent under it.

Marcus feels every one of those minutes through the threads. Minutes he didn’t think would end, certainly not so suddenly. As he runs his hands over the material the memories run through his mind, memories he assumed he’d continue making with you throughout your mortal lives.

“Is that all?” Your voice breaks him from his thoughts

‘You’ his brain thinks, “Uh no, that should do it.”

You nod. You have so many questions for him but the pain in your chest and hurt sob stuck in your throat won’t let you ask. Was it something I did? Why wasn’t I enough? I tried so hard. You knew asking wouldn’t help ease the pain no matter the answer he gave you, even if he apologized and ran into your arms the damage was already done.

You quietly help Marcus take his stuff to his car. Emotionally you’re numb but your brain is screaming at you that this is the end.

“Thanks,” Marcus breathes when you place the last of his things down.

“No problem,” you turn to walk away, returning to the four walls that allow you to cry in peace but turn back to him.

“Marcus?”

“Yeah?” he looks at you with hopeful eyes.

“I hope the two of you are happy,” you walk away before he can say anything or see the tears that fall. Marcus is left standing on the sidewalk with his things in his arms realizing he’s just made the biggest mistake of his life, and there's nothing he can do to fix it.

Taglist: @spideysimpossiblegirl @littlemisspascal @writer-darling @avengetheunnatural @currentobsessionrabbithole @harriedandharassed @alberta-sunrise @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @louderfortheback @trey-18 (also tagged those that were so kind about the first part!)

#marcus pike x you #marcus pike fluff #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 1 year

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i never really understood why everyone was so into agent whiskey and just never looked in deeper but i read all of palomino recently (i’ve been a fan of yours since the beginning of consent though) and… girl. GIRL. a work of ART. i suddenly love whiskey. you’ve made me understand the hype

SWEET ANON. Thank you for this message, you really came for me 😭 I’ll be honest, even when I started writing Palomino, I didn’t expect to fall head over heels for this cowboy. But there’s something about him. He's written as so one-dimensional in the movie, but that monologue in the diner? It gives me goosebumps every time. And it just makes me want to give him all the happiness he deserves.

I am so, so honoured to be the one converting you to Whiskey 🥹 It is my mission to spread the Jack love! Now, I'll be remiss if I don't mention a few of my favourites Jack fics. Since many Whiskey fics in the fandom fall under a particular kink that I'm not into (no judgement, I just don't read it), I'm very picky and I haven't read too many, but these are all amazing:

Cognitive Dissonance by @prolix-yuy is the Jack fic that converted me to Whiskey in the first place. It's one of my favourite series hands down - LJ knows how crazy I am about her cowboy! She has also written some other excellent Jack oneshots, including the super hot Jack x Reader x Marcus Pike threesome Two Truths and a Lie.

Stars Hit The Ceiling by @jazzelsaur I'm pretty sure was the first threesome fic I ever read, and it is still one of my faves. Her Whiskey is delicious and is written so beautifully and sensitively. I can't get enough of the dynamics between these three.

Salty Caramel by @iamskyereads is such a fun and sexy action piece. I remember when Skye mentioned this Whiskey and sex pollen idea to me and my brain literally short-circuited before I even read it. I love everything Skye writes and her Whiskey is no exception!

Over Ice by @haylzcyon is like a warm fuzzy winter coat. This adorable fic gives me all the feels, and Hayley was kind enough to entertain my request for the follow-up Shaken Not Stirred. I love this universe so much!

Under Marula Trees by @deadhumourist sends me on safari vacation with Whiskey and all the gang? Yes please! I love this fic to bits, and I'm ready to dive back in whenever Ani is!

#fuckyeahasks #palomino series #agent whiskey fic rec #jack daniels fic rec

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lady-bess · 2 months

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Just A Date - Marcus Pike

Part of the LadyBess Valentine's special! 8 Characters; 8 Dates 💜

Marcus Pike x GN!Reader Mature/18+ (Minors DNI Please✨) WC: 1.8k Notable Tags: Museum Date, Marcus being a lil' sweetheart, Kissing, Fluff, I let Marcus be an art expert for once, Grand Gesture, Surprise for Reader, Admission of Feelings, SFW, This might be the most sfw thing I've ever written.

Ah, everybody’s favourite sweetheart. The Golden Child of Pedro characters! And rightfully so. He didn’t deserve the treatment he got in The Mentalist, and I’ll never shut up about that. It turns out I have many ‘Roman Empires’ in the PPCU, and his heartache is one of them.

Sure, he might move fast by some people’s standards, but he’s a well meaning guy and has learnt to trust his gut! He is an FBI agent, after all. You don’t do well in a career with the FBI if you don’t have some extent of a trustworthy instinct, so quite frankly if Marcus asked me to jump I would only ask him, “how high?”.

So, in light of his abhorrent treatment, I’m giving Marcus the Valentine’s day he deserves!

He had everything planned out perfectly. Now all he had to do was hope you’d like it as much as he prayed you would.

Marcus had learnt from his mistakes in previous relationships, and had been sure to make sure the pacing of yours was much steadier than what he’d gone for in the past. He was very much a “when you know, you know” type of guy, but even though that feeling was present with you, the last thing he wanted was to scare you off.

You’d been together for a couple of years now, having met by chance in a café one afternoon not long after he’d moved for his new job. He took dating you in his stride, needing to turn over a new leaf since moving away, and you’d been the breathe of fresh air he so desperately was looking for. You’d changed his life, and he’d never been happier than he was now.

You knew everything about his previous relationships; Marcus had wanted there to be no secrets about his previous marriage, or even the reason why he was so solemn when he first arrived in the city. But you’d been understanding, having had your fair share of heartache in your time too, and not a single part of his previous relationships had put you off. Besides, everyone had a little baggage, right?

Marcus picked you up just after five o’clock in the evening, arriving to your door in a smart suit and with a bouquet of roses in his arms. You opened the door and chuckled at him, letting him in for a few moments before setting off.

“You really shouldn’t have, Marcus,” you said, placing the roses in a vase before grabbing your jacket for going out. He shrugged, hands in his pockets as he tried to nonchalantly brush off the (obviously expensive) bouquet he’d just bestowed upon you.

“Well, I did, because I wanted to. Besides, you love roses, so don’t act like you don’t want them,” he teased, chuckling to himself. You rolled your eyes, not able to deny a thing, then kissed Marcus softly as you shrugged your jacket on.

“I do love them, and I love you. Thank you,” you said, and he smiled.

“Anytime, love. Now, shall we?” he said, holding his arm out for you to take. You giggled and took it, hooking your hand around his bicep.

“Come on then, Pike. Show me what you’ve got,” you said, and with that you left your home towards his car.

Marcus got you into his car before driving across town, choosing to take the scenic route to avoid some of the after-work traffic that he knew would be around at the moment. The soft melody of the radio played in the background as you looked out across the sprawling landscape, watching the sun set over the horizon and people go about their nights after a long day of working. You smiled over at Marcus, reaching over and placing your hand on his thigh as he drove.

Twenty minutes since setting off, Marcus pulled his car into a parking lot around the back of an art museum you’d had your eye on visiting for a while. You felt excitement brew in the pit of your stomach as you got out the car, Marcus coming round to you to link his arm around you again.

“We’re finally visiting this place then?” you said, poking Marcus’ nose softly to taunt him. He chuckled, leaning forward and kissing your cheek softly.

“We sure are! I hope this is alright?” he said.

“It’s wonderful, Marcus. You know I love when you go all art-expert on me,” you giggled.

“You’ll regret saying that one day,” he chuckled, “Come on, let’s get inside. I have a surprise for you once we’re in,” he said.

It wasn’t long before you were in the door of the museum, but the entire time your brain had been running a million miles an hour wondering what the surprise could be. Marcus usually had a surprise lurking up his sleeve on dates, but today of all days you were drawing a blank at what it could be given where you were. Perhaps a private tour? Or maybe he’d got you passes for access to the museum beyond tonight?

Your answer was soon given.

As you approached the entrance, Marcus left your side for a moment to speak to someone on the door. You couldn’t make out their conversation, but saw Marcus shake their hand before laughing with them, and then calling you over. He held out his hand for you to take as you got closer, and the man he’d spoken with nodded towards you.

“Good evening,” he said, “And welcome! As we discussed, Mr. Pike, once the two of you set foot inside you’ll have three hours, and then I’ll need you back out here. Is that all good?” he asked. Marcus nodded, squeezing your hand.

“Understood!”.

“Alright, I’ll let you both in! Have fun, and see you in a couple of hours!” the man said, then turning towards the entrance and unlocking the door.

“Marcus, what’s going on?” you whispered.

“You’ll see, my love,” he said, smiling wide like a child in a sweet shop. His hold on your hand tightened as the doors opened fully and you were allowed inside.

This museum had been one you’d wanted to visit for a long time, but the prices always were enough to put you off. For so long you’d only dreamt of being able to set foot inside the doors of this building, and sure enough it did not disappoint once you were past the entrance. Marble flooring spread out across the entranceway, the dazzling pearlescent white shining bright, the surface almost mirrored from how well it was cared for. The walls were an elaborate design of travertine, small fossils littered throughout, and labradorite was used sparingly as intricate decoration. Light bounced around the room from several hung chandeliers and candelabras, creating a warm glow.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed, standing on the spot and craning your neck to admire the grandeur of the foyer. Marcus watched you, smiling to himself, already feeling proud.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he said.

“Yes,” you agreed, “simply wonderful”.

“For the next few hours, it’s all ours,” Marcus said.

You turned to look at Marcus and smiled wide, laughing in slight disbelief under your breath. All ours? you thought. Was there anything this man wouldn’t do?

“Are you serious?” you asked. Marcus nodded, grinning.

“Yes, sweetheart. Three hours; no staff, no customers. Just us,” he said, “Do you like it?”.

“Marcus, this must have set you back a fortune!” you said, slightly pissed at him for spending what would be undoubtedly a lot of money on tonight, but at the same time you were so enamoured with what he’d done that it was hard to be mad at him. Smiling softly, tears prickling your eyes, you nodded over at him. “I love it”.

“I’m so glad,” he said, sighing in relief as his hands darted up to catch your cheeks in his hold. Pulling you close, he kissed you tenderly, and for a brief moment it felt like it was not just the museum that was deserted; the whole world disappeared around you.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips, “For everything, Marcus. You’re wonderful, and I love you,” you said.

“I love you too,” he said, thumbs softly caressing your cheeks. “Now, come along. We have a whole museum to explore, and just three hours to do it,” he chuckled.

“Well then, we best get started!” you said, and with that Marcus grabbed your hand and pulled you off towards the first exhibition.

For more from this series, check out the Just A Date Masterlist! For more works from me, here's my main Masterlist! ❤

LadyBess xox

#pedro pascal #fanfic #fanfiction #marcus pike #the mentalist #marcus pike the mentalist #pike and reader #reader insert #reader insert fic #gender neutral reader #fluff #sfw #valentines day #valentines fic #the softest shit i've ever written actually

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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FIRST of all, congratulations on 11k! That’s absolutely incredible and you deserve every single one of them ❤️

Second—I have some masterlist recommendations. In no particular order:

@starlightmornings writes some of the softest, heart achingly beautiful stories I’ve ever had the privilege of reading. My very favorite is her Magic Markie series, and NOT just because she wrote it as the most thoughtful birthday present I’ve ever received. She captures every Pedro boy with a unique voice and it really shines here with all of them involved. Also—World Enough and Time is an absolutely gorgeous time-travel fic and her Pero is just delicious.

@mothandpidgeon comes up with incredible AUs. Helter Skelter and Looking are just two that I go back to over and over. Also, if you’ve ever wanted to get into the darkness of some of these guys, Mothy is your girl. She digs so deep into their psyche and her characterization is just second to none.

@lowlights is where you want to go for softness with just the tiniest bit of angst. Her Gardener Din AU and Love and Dumplings in particular stay with me wherever I go. ALSO Mi Media Naranji has some gorgeous scenery and the sweetest Javi G I’ve ever read.

@thewayofthemandalorian is truly one of the best people I know, and was one of the first writers I found here when I came to the fandom. She has some incredible AUs as well and is just so prolific, but right now I’m absolutely obsessed with All’s Faire. Modern teacher Pero Tovar is truly something to behold. Oh!! And Ineffable—her Ezra is just dreamy.

@iamskyereads makes me weak with her prose. She is also arguably one of the most amazing Javier Peña writers in existence. She has a remarkable ability to nail his voice and actions, as well as write interesting and complex and believable reader/OCs to go with him. And not just Javi—Pero, Dave York, and Ezra also get the same treatment. It’s like she’s studied them all for years.

@unhinged-summer-fun has the unique ability to nail a story and the characterization of everyone in it every damn time. Every time she gives me something new to read I gobble it up like a greedy rat. She gave me the most beautiful series in the world—Triptych. She took The Thief and made him into someone I trust enough to love Marcus Pike the way he deserves.

@the-scandalorian writes Din Djarin the way I desperately want to write Din Djarin. Simone just gets the man and I think I’ve read everything she’s put out at least twice. And I’ll read it again and again and again. Especially monster!Din.

@leslie-lyman ruined me with Stranger at My Gate. Truly one of the people I read and go, “Wow she gave this to us for free?” And every morsel of something new she gives me I devour and wait patiently for more. She has a way of writing a sentence that can stab me in the heart and I’ll thank her and ask for more pain, please, because I know she’s just going to fix it.

And these are just a handful. I have so much love for so many writers, but I’d be here ALL night if I listed everyone. Again, congrats on 11k!! ❤️

MasterList by @starlightmornings

MasterList by @mothandpidgeon

MasterList by @lowlights

MasterList by @thewayofthemandalorian

MasterList by @iamskyereads

MasterList by @unhinged-summer-fun

MasterList by @the-scandalorian

MasterList by @leslie-lyman

Thank you so much love!!!❤️

#absurdthirst follower celebration #absurdthirst 11k follower celebration

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maswritingblog · 1 year

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I totally agree with your anon, The Arrangement is also one of my comfort stories, I keep coming back to it whenever I feel down and tired. Your Marcus is perfection, so much that I'd love to have one of my own, he would make everything better and easier, lucy (and now the baby) are so lucky 🥺 I'm dying to read more, thank you so so much ❤️

Marcus Pike is the sweetest boy who deserves the world and Lucy just wants to give it to him 🥹

#I really can't take all these compliments I'm gonna explode #the arrangement

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mellowswriting · 3 years

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Have you ever written Pedro characters taking readers virginity? 👉👈

an || pls I could not shut up about Marcus Pike as usual (more under the cut btw)

Din Djarin: He’s a little bit nervous. Not because he doubts his own ability to make it good for you, but because he’s never been someone’s first before. It doesn't feel like something he’s earned. But when you whisper that you trust him, that you know he’ll keep you safe and make you feel good, he becomes more excited than nervous.

Din opts to power down all of the lights in the Crest so he can strip down completely for you. You deserve it and in a way it becomes a first for him, too. Because this isn’t just sex. It’s intimacy. Despite his experience with sex, he’s never felt so much of someone’s bare skin against his, never felt someone’s lips slotting with his, never pleasured a lover with his tongue.

It isn’t until you’re two orgasms in that he asks you if you’re ready. He pushes in slowly, groaning at the feeling of your tight heat around him, and gently massages your thighs as you get used to him. He learns pretty quickly that kisses are an amazing distraction, so he draws you into a sweet, slow kiss until you’re ready. Din sets a slow pace at first, not speeding up or slowing down unless you ask him to. He doesn’t know how he manages to hold back until you’ve cum at least one more time, but the moment he finishes all over your belly, he finds himself wanting to turn on the lights, if only to see how pretty you look all fucked out and covered in his cum. He doesn’t, not yet. But one day.

Javier Peña: Javier is beyond eager. The second you stammer out that you’re a virgin, Javier crowds you back against the wall with that damn smirk on his face. If you want the expert to take you apart for the first time, he’s all on board from the very first second. God, he wants to show you it all, everything that the world of sex has to offer you, but he composes himself to start with the simple part. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

It’s the little things that tell you that he genuinely respects that this is a big deal for you. The two of you go to your apartment so that you’re in a comfortable and familiar space and the entire time, he’s reassuring you. “Just tell me if it hurts, if you wanna stop, okay angel?”

Javier dives between your legs like a starved man and every sweet sound you make is like throwing gasoline on a fire. He encourages you to wrap your thighs around his head and grind up against him all you want. “Be selfish,” he whispers, kissing your inner thigh. “I like it.”

He leans against the headboard to let you ride him so you can set the pace and he can watch your face as you feel yourself getting split open for the first time. It’s the perfect way to let you adjust and still give him perfect access to draw circles against your clit and give you those kisses that have you so distracted you find yourself grinding down against him. Fingertip bruises bloom on your hips from where he guides you as you ride him, constantly gritting out how fucking good you feel around him. He doesn’t stop until you’re trembling and overstimulated above him.

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales: This sweet man is ready to roll up his sleeves and get to work. He’s on a mission and he’s not coming out of it without a success worthy of a commendation.

Frankie is analytical. His sharp eye catches the little things, every hitch in your breath, every tremble that wracks your body, every little sound of pleasure you make. He’s going to find every little thing that makes your body sing for him until you pull him away because he’s just too much. Frankie nuzzles your inner thigh and kisses your skin, eyes still full of an eager energy that makes your heart melt. The kisses he gives you are so deep that you can taste yourself on his tongue and he whispers, “Are you ready, honey?” so sweetly that you can barely handle it.

Praise is murmured low in your ear as he bottoms out inside of you and Frankie has to bury his face in your neck because if he looks at your pretty face while he’s buried inside of you, he’s going to finish far too soon. The pace is sweet and slow as he rocks into you, cradling you as close to him as possible, all while he whispers how much he loves you and how fucking perfect you are. He finishes a split second after you and doesn’t let you out of his arms for a good long while afterwards.

Marcus Pike: Dear god, he’s an angel about it. Marcus’s eyes light up at the prospect of getting to share something so intimate with you. Just knowing that you trust him so much, that you love him so much you’re willing to give him this important moment with you warms his chest. Communication is key, so he’s going to want to talk to you about it and set boundaries, just to make sure you’re comfortable. He wants you to know that your pleasure is his ultimate goal here - and is there anything more attractive than that?

And of course, because this is Marcus, he goes all out. He rigorously cleans his entire house, lights candles long before you even arrive so the air carries a light, floral scent, and turns the lighting low. He’s made sure to stock his refrigerator with foods he knows you like and gets a bottle of bubble bath and some soothing lotion for afterwards. As much as he feels like he overprepared, he’s just so fucking excited. Being so thorough and caring is a natural thing to him, but it’s amped up by a thousand by how excited he is.

Marcus welcomes you into his home with a kiss that immediately devolves into something hungry. You’re all smiles when he drags you into his bed and it’s sweet and slow despite how needy you are for him. He can’t stop kissing and sucking little marks into your neck because the sounds you make are so addicting. He finds your sweet spots, remembers all the little things you told him in the talks preparing for this moment, and soon you’re crying out with his fingers buried inside of you and his tongue on your clit.

Of course, he asks again if you’re sure that you want this and the way you beg for him has his jaw clenching. Fuck, he just loves you so much but he can’t tell you now, not while he’s splitting you open on his cock and watching the way your eyes flutter closed. Marcus has to kiss you when you start babbling, “Please, Marcus, you feel so fucking good,” because the desperation in your voice threatens to throw him over the edge.

It’s during the long bubble bath afterwards that he whispers that he loves you as he carefully washes your body. The way you relax back into him and say it back without hesitation has his arms wrapping around you tightly. He never wants to let you go.

Agent Jack Daniels: Cue the golden retriever energy because he’s so fucking hype about getting to show you just how many times a man should be making you cum in a night. Hint: it’s at least three times. “Oh, darlin’, I can fix that.” is the first thing that falls from his lips and you want to roll your eyes because fuck, he’s so cocky - but the problem is that you know he has the goods to back up that cockiness.

Jack wastes no time the second you tell him you want him. He drags you right up to his penthouse and into his bed and - oh jesus, he’s got silk fucking sheets. Of course he does. But you don’t have long to admire the fabric because Jack slots his lips over yours and presses his thigh between your legs and fuck, he’s barely got your clothes off and you’re already writhing beneath him.

His fingers dig into your thighs and he’s got that signature smirk on his face as he groans, “C’mon, grind that pretty pussy on my face,”. There’s something so filthy about the way he devours you that has you throwing caution to the wind and doing just what he asks with your fingers buried in his curls. Once he’s satisfied that you’re drunk on pleasure, he kisses his way up your body to your lips.

And suddenly the smirk is gone, the cockiness fades a bit to the background. Jack lovingly rubs your cheek and asks, “Are you sure, pretty girl? You want me to fuck you?” The sweetness of your “please, Jack?” brings a soft smile to his face and he kisses you gently as he finally buries his cock inside of you. His voice is rough as he pours on the praise until you cum around him and the feeling steals the thoughts right out of his fucking brain. You’re both all fucked out and giggly for a while after.

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albertasunrise · 2 years

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A Problem Shared - Part 3

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Summary: When Marcus is struck down with a sudden but serious illness, you both bond over shared ills.

Pairings: Marcus Pike x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. If you are easily triggered by health problems then do not read. (Sorry this took so long... everything's a tad hectic atm. Hope this was worth the wait!)

Part 1, Part 2

"What do you mean no?" Lisbon asked, her voice cracking and eyes filling with tears "What's wrong with him?"

You knew who she was. You knew what this woman had done to Marcus, how she'd broken his heart and left him a shell for some weeks when he'd first started. You'd silently hated her from afar for years but now, as she stood across from you with tears staining her cheeks you could no longer keep that grudge.

So you told her.

"Well, he was diagnosed with cancer at the beginning of the year. He's in remission but he got a cold which turned into Pneumonia and now his organs are failing." You started, eyes flitting up at her audible gasp and you noted the fat tears rolling down her face "The doctors have advised we turn off life support. His organs aren't strong enough to sustain him and we're just prolonging his suffering now."

"Have his parents come?" She asked and you shook your head, finally allowing your emotions to show.

"No, they uh... Well, they don't want to turn the machine off. They don't want to make that decision and I get it, I wouldn't either." You answered and she nodded sadly "I guess there's a part of me that's still holding out hope he'll make it." You said as you rested your hand on your stomach, her eyes following the motion.

"Are you?..." She asked, trailing off and you simply nodded, a small smile gracing your lips "Is it his?" You nodded again.

"Our own little miracle." You said and she smiled back at you.

A sad, tense, silence washed over the two of you as the information you'd given the other agent filtered through. It was a few minutes before she composed herself enough to speak again, her shoulders shaking as she carefully arranged the words she wanted to say.

"He doesn't deserve this." She started, grabbing your attention "What I did to him... He deserved better."

"He did." You said and she winced a little at the statement.

"I did really care for him." She assured you "I would have come here and married him if Patrick hadn't told me he loved me. I know he would have made me happy and I like to think I would have to but..."

"You weren't in love with him." You said and she shook her head.

"No."

"He understands that." You said to her and she gave you a weak smile "Despite how broken he was for a while, I don't think he ever held your decision against you." You continued, eyes drifting to the engagement ring on her finger "You can't help who you love."

Lisbon nodded her head as she gave you a weak smile, tears escaping from the slight movement.

"Can I see him?" She asked softly and you could only nod in reply.

"I can take you later." You said after a few moments of silence.

"Thank you." She replied and you nodded, giving her a weak smile before leaving the kitchen with your lunch in hand.

...

Your arrival at the hospital went the same way it had every day only this time, you weren't alone. You reached his room, hands shaking as you opened the door to his glass room. He was the same as the day before. Smothered in tubes and wires, eyes sunken into his skull.

"Hey, sweetheart." You said sweetly as you stopped at his bedside and bent down to place a kiss on his brow "I brought someone to see you." You said, turning your head to look at Teresa who was stook by the door awkwardly "Come on." You said, motioning for her to approach before stepping back so she could stand beside him.

"Hey, Marcus." She said softly, her voice wobbling a little "Normally the convention is to ask you how you've been but... Well, that would be pointless." She said, chuckling to herself "Can't answer me anyway." She choked, her hand taking his carefully and her eyes drifted down to it "Shit Marcus I'm so sorry this has happened to you... You deserved so much better than this."

Silence reigned over you both for a while as she silently sobbed. You couldn't help but watch her with pity plastered all over your face, a small part of you hating the fact you felt sorry for the woman that broke his heart.

"I hate that I hurt you." She continued after a few tense moments of silence "I never wanted to do that... I should have dealt with it all better."

She paused a moment. Her eyes drifted up to his face which was partially obscured by the tube down his throat and the tape that held it in place. She let out a stuttered breath before turning her head to look at you and sobbing.

"Does he have any chance of recovery?" She asked and you sighed.

"He needs a new kidney." You stated and she nodded "With a new Kidney, he has a good chance of fighting this."

"But?..." She trailed off and you sighed.

"He's a rare blood type." You said defeatedly "He's AB negative like me but they won't let me donate because of the baby."

"Oh." She replied, her eyes drifting back to him.

"He needs either a kidney from another AB negative doner or O Neg... both are super rare blood types and so a chance of a kidney becoming available to him is slim to none." You continued, watching her nod numbly "I did loads of research and in theory, there's little chance of me donating a kidney to him hurting the baby but because I've only been in remission a little over three years they..."

"You had cancer?" She asked and you nodded "Jesus." She choked and you gave her a sad smile.

"Kinda what brought us together I suppose." You confessed "I knew what it was like to go through this. Was able to support him as his cancer treatment was so much worse than mine... Suffered so much more than I ever did but... Well despite everything... We have so much to look forward to with the baby coming and now-"

You didn't see her pulling you into her arms. Just felt her warm embrace as she held you there and allowed you to sob into her silk blouse.

“I’m so sorry this is happening.” She said softly as you pulled away “I don’t know you well, but I can see you care for him a lot. You deserve so much better than this.”

“Thank you.” You replied as you gave her a small nod, a weak smile crossing your lips.

“I also know you know who I am…” She continued, her expression changing to one that looked like gratitude “I know you know I hurt him, so thank you for letting me see him.”

“It’s in the past.” You replied simply and she nodded “I had hoped to be his future.”

“There’s still hope.” Theresa said softly as she put a friendly hand on your arm “Don’t give up hope that he’ll come back to you.” She finished before glancing once more at Marcus “Rest up.” She said affectionatel “You’ve got two people to fight for now.” She finished before cupping his cheek affectionately and placing a soft kiss on his brow.

…

Another month passed… then two… and before you knew it you were five months pregnant. Your bump was obvious now and all your clothes accentuated it. People gushed about how you were glowing. How you had the perfect bump and yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to be flattered by the comments.

You and the baby were healthy yet Marcus remained the same. The machines kept him alive, kept him hanging on and the doctors kept advising the same thing. Turn off life support.

Marcus’ parents still refused to come. Refused to put an end to his suffering and you had no power to do anything. All you could do was watch from the sidelines as he lay there, hanging in limbo for the inevitable to happen.

You wondered how much longer he could stay like this. Stay on a machine that breathed for him as another cleaned his blood. All these things that did the work his organs couldn’t. How much longer could this go on?

“I was right.” You said, sitting at his side as you did every day.

You’d had your twenty-week scan earlier that day, a small moment of happiness as you’d watched your baby on that screen.

“We’re having a girl.” You said, smiling like a loon at the photos in your hand “She’s doing perfectly, about the size of a grapefruit.” You finished as you stood up to place the new photo of your daughter next to the one the nurses had kindly placed on the table beside his bed.

You stared at the two images side by side a moment, amazed at how much she’d grown in the two months since the last scan.

“Been thinking about names a little.” You confessed as you sat back down in your chair “Really like Arabella… could call her Bella or Bell for short. Also like Liberty.”

He said nothing, like always. No twitch of a finger to show you he’d heard you. The doctors assured you he was still in there but you’d lost all hope he might be able to hear you.

He was lost to you now.

3 months later…

“We’ve got a kidney for him.” Announced Marcus’ doctor as he practically sprinted into the room.

“What?” You screeched, turning in your chair awkwardly to face him “From where?” You asked as you rubbed your aching back.

“I can’t tell you those details, I can tell you it’s a match and it’s his.” The doctor said smiling at your heart soared “We’ll be taking him to surgery shortly.”

You nodded, eyes flying back to the still motionless Marcus beside you. You couldn’t believe it. He actually had a chance now? For 8 months, you’ve sat here and waited for his body to fail or his parents to finally decide there was no hope. Now there was a kidney. Now there was a chance that he’d live to meet his daughter. To be at your side when she was born.

The next few hours were pure madness. Marcus was whisked off and you were guided to a waiting room where you now sat, rubbing your aching back as you waited on news of the man you loved. A family was sitting across from you. The lady, maybe three or four years older than you, holding her son in her lap as she watched the clock tick the minutes away. You wondered who she was here for. What was wrong with them and if they were as sick as Marcus.

You tried to find anything to focus on other than your thoughts. Your attention was grabbed when the little boy across from you started to mutter something to his mother "Mommy... that lady's wetting herself."

You looked down to see water dripping onto the floor and you started to sob.

"No, not now." You cried as you shook her head "You gotta wait baby girl. Daddy's not better yet."

The lady stood and grabbed the attention of a nurse as you sobbed from your chair, crying harder when a set of hands tried to guide you out of the room.

“No, she can’t come yet.” You sobbed “Marcus needs to be there!… He has to be there!”

“Ma’am… your waters have broken which means baby’s ready.”

“I still have three weeks.” You cried harder as you were guided into a wheelchair “She’s early… she’s too early.”

“Ma’am-"

"He should be here." You choked, finally allowing the nurse to help you sit before you were whisked away to the maternity ward.

The events that followed were a blur then. Your next coherent thought was being told to push and your heart racing in your chest as you tried your utmost to do as you were asked. The injection they'd given you made the pain easier to endure but the exhaustion that washed over you was something you struggled against.

Each time the doctor ordered you to push you did, but each one seemed to drain you more than the last and just when you thought there was no way you could do it again, you were rewarded with cries to match your own. Your sobs were stopped in their tracks as your tired eyes searched out the owner of these sounds and you were greeted by a wriggling infant as she was placed on your chest. The nurse smiled sweetly at you as she congratulated you.

"Hey, you." You said softly as you gazed down at your little miracle "I'm so pleased to meet you." You cooed as you smiled lovingly down at her.

You were given a few minutes before the nurse returned, arms outstretched and ready to receive.

"I just need to get her cleaned and weight." She said kindly as she scooped her into her arms whilst the doctor started to poke and prod your stomach.

"It's not quite over yet." He said as he gave you a friendly smile "Just need to deliver the afterbirth and then we'll get you cleaned up and settled into a room." He stated and you nodded, willing the last part to be over so you could hold your baby in your arms again.

The last part was over quickly and with military-like precision. Your sheets were changed and you were moved to a quiet room where you lay there with your daughter in your arms as she slept soundly.

"I wish you daddy could see you." You said, your voice cracking as you spoke.

Your name being called pulled your attention from your baby and you looked up to see Marcus' doctor smiling back at you "I hear congratulations is in order." He said sweetly as he walked to your side and smiled down at your daughter "She's perfect despite being 3 weeks early. They think they read the scan wrong but want her to stay in for a few days to be safe."

"These things happen." He said sweetly before stepping back a little so you could look at him.

"How is he?" You asked after a few minutes and he nodded.

"He made it through the surgery... The next few hours will be vital." He answered and you nodded "He's on hulk strength antibiotics. As long as his body doesn't reject the kidney and his body starts to fight. He's got a good chance of pulling through."

"Thank you." You choked as you smiled at him, eyes drifting down to the infant in your arms who was now staring up at you "You hear that sweetheart?" You said softly as you stroked her cheek "Things are looking up."

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 1 year

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omg penny, I found your blog a few days ago and I’m OBSESSED with the way you write Marcus, he’s just so good, and so kind, and perfect and deserves the world and I hate what Teresa did to him so your stories make me so happy because I just want him to be happy

Anyways, I’m rambling but seriously, you’re a treasure! Thank you so so much for sharing your talent with us! Hope you have a great week! ♥️✨

GIVE MARCUS PIKE THE WORLD!!!!

I've made it my fanfic mission to give that man the everything he deserves.

I also want to dissect his weird little brain and find out what makes him so delightfully strange.

Thank you so much!!!! I'm so glad you like my writing! LOL

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mothandpidgeon · 3 years

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MOTHANDPIDGEON MASTERLIST

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The Outlaws (Outlaw!Joel Miller x f!reader) - SERIES ONGOING ✨ Wanted for murder with a bounty on your head, your only hope of escaping the Pinkerton detectives is an outlaw named Joel Miller and his sidekick Ellie. But Joel has other plans for you.

Stiff (no outbreak!Joel x age gap!f!reader) As Joel's getting older, his body isn't working the way it used to. Luckily, you're happy to help him out.

Homecoming (no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader x Frankie Morales) Frankie asks his neighbor to keep an eye on things while he’s in South America and gets more than he bargained for.

Aunt Flo’s First Visit (pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader) After Sarah gets her first period, Joel is determined to be a supportive parent despite the fact that he doesn't know the first thing about menstruation. But when he goes to the pharmacy to shop for supplies, he finds himself in way over his head. Joel Drabble A little drabble for the end of episode 7

Forgive Me (Joel Miller x f!reader/OFC) ✨ When Joel finds himself in possession of some sexy photos, temptation makes him question himself as he's fascinated by a woman he's never met.

Reputation series (Regency AU Din Djarin x f!reader) ONGOING Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 ✨ - Chapter 3 ✨ - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 After scandal damages your reputation, you are finished with society. But a mysterious bachelor by the name of Mr. Djarin has a reputation of his own. And you are determined to keep yourself from getting mixed up with him.

Wanted (Din Djarin x bounty hunter!f!reader) ONGOING Chapter 1 The Mandalorian may have escaped Nevarro with the asset but he has the remainder of the bounty hunters’ Guild on his tracks. While you might not be a match for his strength and beskar, if you can gain his trust posing as a nanny, you’ll be able to single handedly bring down the best bounty hunter in the parsec.

Stitched (Din Djarin x GN reader) Din learns to knit. Pure softness and yearning.

Prizes Writer Wednesday ficlet at the fair.

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It’s a Bad Wind that Don’t Blow Somebody Some Good (Ezra and Cee) Cee deserved a fresh start after escaping the Green. She could’ve been somebody if a series of tragedies hadn’t befallen her. And Ezra was one of those tragedies. A chance encounter years later gives him the chance to make things right. Or at least explain why he abandoned her and left with everything they had.

The One That Got Away (Dave York x f!reader) - ongoing Part 1 - Part 2✨ - Part 3 You’ve been on the run for years but you’re finally ready to turn yourself over.

Extra Credit (Professor!Dave York x f!reader)✨ [mind the warnings] With graduation on the horizon, you just have to pass Professor Dave York’s class. But a bad choice on the final assignment leaves your grades in jeopardy. But he’s willing to give you extra credit if you can follow instructions.

Looking (Marcus Pike x f!reader x Dave York)✨ Although you're married, Marcus Pike takes you up on your proposition. Your husband, Dave, doesn't mind if you sleep with other men...if he can watch.

The Sins of the Father (a Molly York story) - ongoing Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 Dave York starts training his daughters young. One day Molly might have to put her training to good use…Grappling with the sudden death of her father, Molly York grows up trying to fill the gap he left in her life. And looking for revenge.

Looking (Marcus Pike x f!reader x Dave York)✨ Although you're married, Marcus Pike takes you up on your proposition. Your husband, Dave, doesn't mind if you sleep with other men...if he can watch.

Homecoming (no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader x Frankie Morales) Frankie asks his neighbor to keep an eye on things while he’s in South America and gets more than he bargained for.

Be Kind Rewind (Frankie x f!reader x Santi x Benny x Will) The boys find Frankie’s sex tape.

You're Breaking My Heart (Frankie x f reader) Angsty 500 follower drabble.

Southpaw (Dieter Bravo solo) ✨ After an accident leaves Dieter without the use of a hand, he becomes acquainted with the other.

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Here I Go Again (Eddie Munson x OFC) ✨ Eddie’s become good friends with his new neighbor. Despite the fact that she’s got at least ten years on him, he thinks about her more often than he should (and in ways that he shouldn’t).

To Catch a Thief (thief x f!reader) ✨ The necklace shimmered hypnotically, a massive diamond at the center, even more beautiful in person. This was what he’d been after. The only problem was that this particular piece of jewelry was now hanging around your neck as you slept.

Pedro from the Phone (Pedro Across the Street x reader) PART 1 - PART 2 “Who is this?” “What? You called me.” Unexplainable phone calls keep connecting you and Pedro.

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supernaturalgirl20 · 3 years

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Just Friends?

Part 2

Pairings: Marcus Pike x reader

Warnings: Fluff, mention of having children, talk of not wanting children,mutual pining,maybe some angst.

Summary: you meet all his family and learn a little more about Marcus. His grandmother can’t help but meddle.

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When you’d both finished showering and resting, the slight awkwardness from earlier gone, Marcus’s mother called you for dinner. Upon entering the kitchen his brother and wife were there and greeted you both.

“So your Y/N, I was wondering when we’d get to meet you.” His eyes roam over your figure before he turns to Marcus. “Jesus, how did you score her, she’s gorgeous and your…”

“Ha ha very funny.”

Arthur walks over to his little brother, “seriously though, I’m really happy for you Marc you deserve it after everything you’ve been through.”

“Thanks.” Marcus couldn’t help the blush that rose up his cheeks. He looked towards you hoping you’d save him from his brother bringing up the past. You take the hint and walk over to him wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I think you mean how did I score him, I mean look at him, he’s so handsome and he’s such a nice guy, I’m certainly one lucky girl. Those other women didn’t know what they had, but I mean their loss is my gain right?”

Marcus’s arm that’s wrapped around your waist squeezes in a silent thank you. Without thinking too much about it, you lean up and kiss him gently on the lips. It’s a quick peck really, but Marcus can feel his lips tingle.

“Aw look at you two, all cute and in love. How come your not like that Arthur?” Melissa narrowed her eyes at him before bursting into laughter.

“Want to swap?” Melissa nudges him in the ribs. “Only joking baby, you know I love you.” William joins you in the kitchen, “you better get settled at the dinner table or your mother will go mad.”

“Is my bubba here?” An older lady walks in behind William and you can only assume it’s Marcus’s Nan.

“Memaw, I’ve missed you so much.” You look on with a smile at how cute he is with her. He gives her a big hug and kiss in the cheek. She moves him aside and looks you over, before turning and whispering in his ear. You can’t make out what she said but whatever it was, it put a blush in his face. They finally make there way over to you and Marcus wraps an arm around you.

“Memaw, this is Y/N, Y/N, this is my memaw.”

“It’s lovely to meet you dear, my bubba has told me all about you. Your not planning on breaking his heart are you?”

“No ma’am, I plan on being with him for the long haul.”

Marcus is looking at you and there is something in his eyes you can’t place, but before you can dwell on it his mother is calling everyone to dinner.

“About time, I’ve had dinner ready this past half hour.”

Dinner was amazing, Elaine was a brilliant cook, something she past onto Marcus. His family were just perfect, something you’ve wanted since your parents passed away. The way they interacted, and they were so welcoming to you, you felt like part of the family.

“You two know I’m not getting any younger right?” Everyone looked to Marcus’s memaw, with confusion.

“What are you talking about mom?”

“Well I want great grand-babies, and I merely stated that I’m not getting any younger. So when am I going to see some?” Her gaze shifts from Marcus to Arthur.

“Nana I told you, myself and Melissa don’t want children. We like our life the way it is.”

“Ridiculous, kids these days. Well that leaves Marcus, so?”

He nearly chokes on his food. “I…eh….”

You place your hand over his and turn towards his memaw, “well we definitely wants children, don’t we baby? We just want to wait until we’re married, I’m kinda old fashioned.”

Marcus leans over and whispers a thank you into your ear. “Since you brought it up, why aren’t you married or on your way there at least? I know you Marcus, you love love, and you move fast, so why haven’t you proposed already? How long have you been dating, nearly a year?”

“Memaw you know what happened, I want to takes things slow this time, I don’t want to rush anything.” She lets out a sigh.

You had tuned out, still focused on her earlier comment. What does she mean a year, what has he been telling them.

Changing into your pjs, which was just one of Marcus’s T-shirt’s you stole years ago, you crawl under the duvet and wait for him to finish in the bathroom. When he comes out he’s in his usual grey T-shirt and sweats, and your eyes drift down his body to his very large package. Stop looking at it. Stop! Marcus doesn’t see you that way.

“I’m sorry about memaw, she means well. We’re her only grandchildren and she’s been pushing for great grandchildren for a while.”

“I like her, she’s brutally honest, it’s refreshing. You can’t blame her really, I mean how many people get to live to see their great grandchildren.”

Marcus crawls in beside you, and your heart flutters, you have and insane urge to kiss him. “So…..what exactly have you told your family about me? They seem to know a lot, plus they seem to think we’ve been dating a year. I…” Marcus is quiet and he’s rubbing the back of his neck, which you know means he’s nervous.

“Ok look, there’s something I have to tell you…I lo..”

He doesn’t get to finish what he was saying as the bedroom door swings open, revealing Arthur.

“Do you not know how to knock, we could have been having sex.”

“Oh your too much of a goodie two shoes to do that here with mom and dad in the house. I need to sleep on the floor, Melissa kicked me out of our room.”

“What? Why?”

“Over nana sticking her nose in…again.”

You and Marcus just sit there staring, waiting for him to explain. “Look, your not to say anything, but Melissa is the one who doesn’t want kids, me I’d have five. I’m happy to not have any though if it means I have her, but every time nana brings it up she think I’m putting her up to it and we fight.”

“That must be really hard. I’m sorry.” Arthur looks at you with a new found admiration. “Thanks, it is. But I love her, so what can you do. So can I sleep on the floor?” Marcus finally speaks up, “why can’t you sleep on the couch?”

“God no, that thing is so uncomfortable.”

“Fine, but only tonight. We want our alone time too.” Arthur wiggles his eyebrows, “I’m sure you do little brother, maybe nana will have her wish after all.” Marcus throws a pillow at him. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight you love birds, don’t be getting up to anything, I have great hearing.”

You snicker at the interaction between the two brothers. You turn over and give Marcus a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight.” If only Arthur hadn’t of come in, he would have finally told you the truth, that he loves you, and has been in love with you for years.

Maybe this was a sign!

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What Hurts the Most Part 2

Rating: M

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Word Count: 7100

Warnings: Some language, brief mentions of sex(nothing detailed truly just mention), alcohol, yearning and angst-plenty of it still so lots of sadness [I don’t think this is as sad as part 1 but I could be wrong]

Summary: Time heals all wounds, but for Marcus and you, it seems to only strengthen the ache of them.

A/N: I want to say I’m going to fix what I broke in Part 1 but unfortunately I am cruel and sad and in my feels but you guys technically asked for it. However, I cannot deny the thoughts on a Part 3 I’ve been having, where I just might fix this all, so if y’all would like Part 3 let me know😅This was greatly inspired still by What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flatts, Falling by Harry Styles, and pretty much just a long list of sad songs I created a playlist for that made me feel things while writing this. So put your sad music on, or don’t, and without further ado, I give you part 2 xo

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*2 weeks later*

As you walked out of work and made your way to your car, you found yourself searching the parking lot, disappointment filling your chest when you don’t see who you were hoping to find: Marcus.

You hated yourself for it, hated the way you had spent everyday the past two weeks hoping to see him outside of your house or work, waiting to apologize to you, to tell you it was a mistake.

Anytime you even saw a SUV like his, you immediately were turning your head to look and see if it was him at the wheel, hoping for even just a glimpse of him. It was ridiculous and made you feel crazy but you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t stop the way you’d grip the steering wheel, the way you’d check the license plate hoping to see it match his, the way your heart would race at the thought of him being a little close.

You hated the way you looked for him everywhere you went, hoping maybe you’d run into him, that you’d get just a glimpse. Would he be okay if you saw him? Would he ignore you? Would he look as happy as he had in those pictures?

It had been two weeks, there were no longer any messages shared between you both, no checking to see how the other was, and your heart was heavier each day that passed. It had been two weeks and Marcus Pike, the man that told you he would be there no matter what, had cut you out of his life completely.

Your hand flies to your mouth as a sob escapes your lips while you drive, the memory of a week ago hitting you of when you had to see Marcus and his new girlfriend plastered all over social media. The images that had further shattered your heart. You hadn’t meant to see it, Marcus never posted anything and you had been missing him, so you had clicked to look at his story only to feel the salt getting poured deeper into your wounded heart, the burning pain seeping through every cut that he had placed.

The tears pour down your face as your mind plasters the picture of them both smiling big, repeating the comment over and over again in your mind:I can’t wait for more days like this with the love of my life.

Less than a month, they had been together less than a month and he was already calling her the love of his life. Less than a month, when you had been giving him pieces of yourself for over four years. Eight years of friendship and four learning every bit of each other and you never got anything even close to that.

Then he had posted videos of him trying different foods with her, her voice sickly sweet and kind, it made you hate her because she sounded as perfect as she looked. She was everything you had always been insecure about: beautiful with perfectly styled hair, flawless skin to match her perfectly figured body, she was dressed in clothes you knew you could probably never afford, she had bright eyes, and a big bright smile, she oozed confidence. She was everything you knew Marcus deserved to be with, gorgeous and peppy, the opposite of what you felt you were and it killed you inside. It killed you because even though you were always insecure that you weren’t enough for someone as handsome as Marcus, he always made you feel like you had been more than enough for him.

But it was all a lie and you realized it when he removed you from his social media the next day. Then when you tried to text him to tell him you wanted to meet up again, to try speaking again because God did you miss him, you realized he had blocked your number as well.

Your Marcus was gone, a lie. The man that had told you that he would always be there for you, wasn’t there anymore, he wasn’t fighting for you, he was ridding himself of you and there was nothing you could do anymore. The chance you thought you had to maybe keep him in your life- gone. His actions spoke enough, there was no room for you in his life anymore, you never mattered, your friendship meant nothing. She was all that mattered and you weren’t her.

And now you were stuck in this shitty routine of waiting for him, waiting for a call or a text that you know will never come. Waiting for him to show up at your door with flowers, telling you that you’re everything he needs, that he missed you. You were stuck still hoping, holding onto that maybe this was all a sick joke or that he just needed time away from you to see that you mattered to him as much as he always told you that you did. You were stuck in the constant cycle of remembering different things about him or things happening during the day that made you immediately want to text him. You were stuck spending every night crawling into bed and crying yourself to sleep when you don’t hear a word from him, knowing the man you loved was truly gone even though you couldn’t let yourself fully accept it.

As you walk through your door wiping away the tears from your drive, you catch the glimpse of the picture you both had taken at one of the holiday events he had invited you to, you see him smiling brightly at you. A smile you know you won’t see again, you reach over, running a finger over Marcus’ form before you feel the tears well in your eyes again. You place the picture face down and you know tonight will be no different than the ones before.

*One month later*

Marcus hates himself, he hates the person he’s become the past month. The guy that was going out multiple times a week, acting like he was in his early twenties instead of in his thirties just to try and not see your face every time he closed his eyes or had time to think.

He lets Victoria drag him out constantly, no matter how tired he was, anything to keep his mind busy. He lost himself in the constant fancy dinners, the different clubs Victoria wanted to go to, the constant shopping trips she wanted that ended up with him buying her something expensive. He lost himself in the constant drinking he was starting to do because Victoria always had a drink in her hand and she made sure he did too and it just felt like it numbed the pain a bit. He lost himself in her or at least tried to but she wasn’t you. He couldn’t lose the thought of you.

No matter how hard he tried to block you from his brain, he couldn’t. You were always there and he hated it. He didn’t hate you, he hated himself. He hated what he had done to you. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around what he had done to you. How could he have hurt you? His best friend, the woman he loved, the woman that was in his every waking thought and every dream at night, how could he have let himself do this?

Marcus hated himself and he knew he deserved this, deserved the misery he felt with Victoria. He deserved the way he cried every night, the waves of pure agony that would wash over him. He deserved the way he missed your text messages, that he missed you asking how his day was, the random memes that would make him grin to himself, the random cute puppies he would receive on days you knew weren’t going well for him. He deserved the way he would drive past your house at night, just to feel close to you, something about seeing your car parked in the driveway and the light in your living room on making him feel like he had some part in your life. He deserved the way he wanted to run to you, to beg you for forgiveness each time he did.

He deserved the shitty sex he would have with Victoria, the way it wasn’t exciting, how routine it felt with her. She didn’t do anything for him, not like you had, there was no spark, no equal giving. She only cared about her pleasure and God did it drive Marcus mad but he just tried to finish the act as soon as it would start to try and satisfy what he was missing. He deserved the way he hated that she would spend the night because that was your side of the bed. He deserved the way he would wake up missing it being you wrapped around his arms.

It wasn’t fair to Victoria, he knew it, but she treated him more like a trophy than anything. It was now just a convenience for them both, even though it seemed like Victoria was getting more joy out of it than him. The way she would make sure to let all her friends know he was a big shot FBI agent. She would dangle him like a shiny new toy and God had he made a mistake. No longer did he feel special, he just felt used. She’d always take his phone and post pictures of them and it felt like she just had something to prove to everyone. Then you had removed him from social media after the first time Victoria had done this and it crushed him because he knew how shitty it must have looked. He knew he should have removed those pictures but he had dug his grave, he had to pretend to be accepting it.

Marcus deserved you removing him, he deserved you not texting or calling him. He deserved the distance you had put between you and him as you figured out how to mend the heart he had broken. He had no courage to show his face around you and he deserved to feel this way because you deserved so much more than what he did.

As he clutched the picture of you both at the FBI’s Christmas dinner the year before, tears drenching his pillow, he knew he deserved this too, deserved the restless nights, the constant memories hitting him. He deserved this and he didn’t deserve you.

*Two months later*

You wanted to say you hated Marcus Pike now, you wanted to say you didn’t love him anymore, but that would be a lie.

It had been two months since you had seen him and the pain in your chest felt no lighter than before. You still felt that emptiness in your chest, like you were walking around missing a massive part of you. You still searched for his face in every person you saw daily. You still looked at every black SUV you passed by.

And one day you actually had found his face. You remember the day a week ago so clearly, you had been on your way to work when you pulled up to a black SUV at a stop light. You remember the way your heart had immediately started racing before you had even looked over, like it already knew, then you had glanced over because you couldn’t resist making sure it wasn’t him and sure enough there Marcus Pike was in all his handsome disheveled glory. You remember the way your knee started trembling, knowing if you had been standing you would have fell, the way your hands on the steering wheel started shaking. He was there next to you and he didn’t even know. He was on a phone call, you could tell that much from the way his hands were moving animatedly. He looked exhausted from what you could see, his curly hair grown out longer than he usually had, his scruff was longer than usual that it almost made you think you were seeing things. Marcus usually kept himself neatly kept even when he had his scruff growing out. But it was him, it was Marcus.

A part of you wanted to honk, to make him see you, to see what look would come across his face but as your body continued to tremble and the anxiety flowed through your veins, you knew you couldn't. You looked away hoping he wouldn’t notice you, especially not with the tears that were streaming down your face. Would he have even greeted you if he saw you next to him? Would he even recognize you or had he forgotten what you looked like already? Did he see cars like yours and think about you too?

The moment the light had turned green you had rushed to get away from him, trying to put as much distance between him and all the memories you had gotten better at subduing. You gripped your steering wheel until your knuckles turned pale from your tight grip, not releasing the breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding until you no longer saw him in your rearview mirror.

Even now as you were stuck sick at home with bronchitis, barely able to hold yourself up, pain in your chest with each breath you took, you missed Marcus dearly. He always took care of you when you were sick asking if you needed anything and bringing you soup.

You had thought this was just a simple cold or allergies, brushing it off until you had woken up drenched in sweat, your body temperature burning while you felt like ice was running through your veins at the same time. You remember the way you couldn’t get out of bed because of how fatigued you had been, the tears that streamed down your face at the pain you felt both from the fever and the hard time you were having breathing. The way you swore during the high fever that you could hear Marcus’ voice calling your name asking if you were okay.

You remember the doctor diagnosing you, saying how you needed to rest and take your medicine to heal because you were borderline to getting pneumonia next and it would be worse, as if it wasn’t already. You hated that you had been too busy, still caught up on Marcus that you had let yourself not pay attention to your own body. You never let yourself get this sick.

You hated the way you longed for Marcus every time your fever spiked. You longed for him to be there holding you even if you told him to stay away because you didn’t want to get him sick. He’d tell you he didn’t care and that he’d be staying right there. He always made sure you were resting and taking care of yourself when you were sick, checking on you and staying with you when he could, texting you when he couldn’t and telling you silly jokes to make you laugh.

It made you hurt even more, yearn even more, because it made you want nothing more than him at this moment. You wanted your best friend back.

His mom happened to call and check on you as she did every few weeks since her son had left your life and had taken her son’s place the moment she heard you were sick. Mama Pike had immediately brought you some homemade soup and left you groceries and plenty water and Gatorade to keep you hydrated. She checked on you daily to make sure you were doing well. You had told her she didn’t have to but she had told you that you were family and that’s what family does.

As grateful as you were for her, you couldn’t deny the way your heart had dropped at her words. His family might have considered you a part of them still but Marcus did not. You waited daily for a message, anything from him asking how you were doing, thinking he would care even a tiny bit about you not being well. You knew Mama Pike wouldn’t keep quiet, yet nothing ever came and in between being sick and aching for a man you knew never cared for you, you fell into the feeling of despair and it felt like you were drowning and wouldn’t be able to come up.

*Three months later*

Marcus thought time was supposed to make things better, instead it seemed to make things worse. He was angry and frustrated constantly, ready to bite anyone’s head off at the littlest things. He despised himself, no longer did he recognize the man he saw in the mirror, the bitter sad man that looked back at him. He had become someone he didn’t even want to be around.

Everyday you constantly filled his every thoughts and everyday he thought about all the things he could have done differently, all the things he should have done differently. He should have never let himself fall for Victoria, he shouldn’t have let his lapse in judgement get the best of him. He shouldn’t have turned his back on you so easily, broken your trust so easy. He had known his wrong, every night of guilt, everyday he tried to push you away. He knew what he was doing and he kept on and now here he was, aching for you, missing you.

He had screwed up, he even admitted so every time he was on the phone with his mom. He had fucked up and he let her chew him out like a child each time, especially when you had gotten sick and she had gone to take care of you, doing what he should have been. He had always taken care of you the way you were always quick to take care of him. He might have got angry and frustrated with everyone easily but not his mom, not when she was the only one to call him out on his shit. It made him feel like a small boy again but he deserved it, he was acting like anything but a man.

Marcus was a coward, he thought he had hurt you too much, you deserved so much more, that no apology would be enough to fix what he had done, so he kept hiding from you. He left you at your weakest, didn’t offer you any help. He was pathetic and he knew it. He didn’t deserve pity and he was glad his mom wasn’t afraid to not give it. She kept trying to push him to text you but any time he even thought to, he’d quickly talk himself out of it. It was like that part of him still didn’t want to own up to what he knows he had torn apart.

Why would you want to hear from him? The man that had stabbed you in the back, that had broken all the trust you had given him. He deserved your hatred, you didn’t need him in your life, not after what he did. He deserved to be someone you never wanted to talk about again. Someone you refused to even acknowledge again.

He hated it, the constant debate, the part of him aching to reach out to you, to text you or call, to show up at your house with the biggest bouquet of flowers or dozens of your favorite cookies to beg you for forgiveness. His own insecurity held him back, the part of him that got sick to his stomach remembering your hurt eyes, the broken look on your face, all the tears you released for him. He had hurt you, he had made you shatter, he had seen it for himself, he deserved no second chance. He was never supposed to do that to you, not you, not after you had already been through so much.

He was miserable, spending most nights on his couch, blankly watching tv, feeling empty, numb. He had stopped going out with Victoria, her energy exhausted him, he didn’t want to try keeping up anymore and he stopped. He stopped caring if she whined about how boring he was getting, he stopped caring about if he even saw her once a week or not, if he answered her messages. He even avoided her as much as he could as work, hiding in his office most days, telling his assistant to lie that he wasn’t there when he was.

He had been so excited about Victoria and how special she had made him feel, how exciting things had felt, how easily he thought he was falling for her. Now he could barely enjoy her company. She was nothing like the person she had made herself seem to be and neither was he. Anytime they had sex, he thought of you, it was sick and God he knew even more how he deserved all this shit, but he couldn’t help it. He closed his eyes and imagined you because he missed you, he missed the connection you both had, the way you made everything around him disappear, how easily he could get lost in you, you had been his happy place, his peace, and he missed every sweet and gentle moment even more than the sexual ones. He missed you.

Marcus was a coward indeed, dragging this practically nonexistent relationship on. He knew he needed to have the discussion with Victoria, she knew his heart wasn’t in it. Hers wasn’t either but he knew it wouldn’t be fair to drag it on like this without them discussing exactly what they wanted from this. He knew he didn’t want much of it anymore.

He might as well be single with how much time he was spending alone- preferring being alone. He wanted to mope alone, he didn’t want Victoria’s bubbly personality trying to drag him everywhere and anywhere. He could barely be physical with her anymore, their relationship was more of a friends with benefits thing than what he had with you had. Him hiding from her and only taking her out once or twice was proving that. It made him laugh humorlessly when he thought about it, the way things had turned out. He had thrown everything beautiful between you and him away for this, for something that ended up being nothing.

As he typed a message to send to you, he can’t help but get the feeling that you don’t need him again, not after all this time apart, not after how much he had broken you. How could you need someone like him? Every doubt in his head started screaming at him, reminding him of his wrongs again, telling him you didn’t need or want anything from him. He throws his phone down next to him after erasing the message, fingers rubbing his scalp at the headache forming.

He saw you in every car like yours, every place he drove by that you both used to go to, every sidewalk you both used to walk down, every restaurant you both acquainted. He saw you in every part of his house, laid out on his couch head on his lap as you told him about your day, graciously moving around his kitchen as you baked his favorite desserts or cooked his favorite meal, you comfortably cuddled up under his blankets surrounded by all the pillows he kept on his bed because you said he had the comfiest bed in the world, you humming in his shower as you both got ready the mornings after you spent the night.

He remembers enjoying finding your hair on his bed sheets, seeing your shampoo bottle next to his, being able to inhale your scent in his pillows for the next few days, having muffins for everyday of the week to feel like you were there every morning. You were everywhere and even though he was spending so much time at home, he realized what he was missing the most, the fact that his home no longer felt like home because you no longer were there to make it that way.

God how he missed you and he couldn’t help but wonder if you were still missing him too.

*Four months later*

You took a deep breath as your hand went to the handle of the door of what used to be you and Marcus’ favorite Italian restaurant. You had spent so many days wanting, craving the stuffed pasta shells smothered in their perfect alfredo sauce, but too afraid to get close. Your heart dropped anytime you drove by it just as it did any other place you drove past that you both had gone to. Yet here you were, taking deep breaths, ready to take the step of feeling like you were taking some type of control.

The town was full of memories of you and him, every street, sidewalk, park, restaurant. Four months later and you still ached for him but not as much as you used to. You could spend most days pretending you didn’t have a hole in your chest, like there wasn’t a part of you missing. You still thought about Marcus daily, hoping, waiting still for the day that maybe just maybe he would return. You loved him still, you knew deep in your soul that you did, the love and relationship you both had, you knew was not something that would heal overnight. But loving someone meant knowing when to let them go and you were trying to the way he had let you go.

Maybe it was stupid and you knew people would judge you and think the way you’re acting and handling this was all ridiculous, but they didn’t know Marcus the way you did. Even though it seems that you didn’t know him at all, you only thought you did, but you still held onto that man. That side of him had been yours even if it was all an act because even if you didn’t know what was real or not anymore, that side of him had been your Marcus, the man that made you fall for every piece of him.

You quietly uplifted yourself, knowing you probably looked silly standing at the doorway as long as you had been. You were just going to walk in and grab your to go order and leave, you could do this, you could handle this. You had mastered shoving memories down, you could do the same, you were prepared for this.

Except you weren’t prepared at all the moment you walked in, not when you saw Marcus and his girlfriend standing by the hostess podium, waiting to be seated. You felt your heart drop, everything around you seemed to go silent as you saw his girlfriend wrapped around arms smiling up at him, it was like you heard white noise only and there was a spotlight solely on them, making sure for you to see. You wanted to turn around, to run away, you felt the tears prickling at your eyes, every emotion, every memory, every word slamming into you at once.

Marcus turned to look at you and you saw the flash of surprise cross his face, like he couldn’t believe you were there either and you visibly saw him gulp, what looked like the flash of hurt coming across his face. You both stood there staring at each other, time seemed to stop, Marcus Pike was truly there in front of you. He looked more put together than when you had seen him on the road and it hurt, it was like the knife was pushed right back into your heart, he had cut his hair and was clean shaven and he looked as handsome as he always did. You shoved the memory of how soft his hair felt under your fingertips, how you always loved tracing your fingers down his jawline when he was freshly shaved, telling him what a different person he looked like without the scruff but how you thought he was pretty either way.

“How can I help you ma’am?” you heard the hostess call out, breaking you out of your stupor and looking away from Marcus. You cleared your throat walking up to the podium and giving her your name, your voice sounding shaky. You felt so uneasy and you knew your body language was showing it, you were fidgeting with your hands, biting your lip, and trying to ignore knowing he was close by. The hostess told you to give her a minute while she grabbed your food and you could simply nod.

“Y/N...” you heard Marcus’ soft voice breathe out and it sounded like a whisper, as if he was hoping you wouldn’t hear it. You froze, your body tensing up, God please no, I don’t want to face him, I don’t want to face her.

But you knew you couldn’t pretend, your body had betrayed you and let him know you had heard him. You turned around and gave him a forced smile before looking over at his girlfriend who was looking you up and down clearly judging you. You hated how much prettier she looked in person. “Marcus,” you breathed in acknowledgement with a short nod.

You hoped this would be it, that this was all the interaction you both would have. You saw Marcus’ eyes on you, soft, he was looking over you himself and you almost felt insecure as those brown eyes took every part of you in. You felt naked in front of him and when his eyes fixed on yours again, you saw it-the sadness of yours reflecting in his own. You felt like the breath got knocked out of you, could your previous thoughts be wrong, had he missed you? He was looking at you as if he was trying to memorize you.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” his girlfriend asked sweetly but you could hear the ice in her tone at being left out. Her eyes met yours and they were even colder, it almost made you feel like she knew exactly who you were and you didn’t understand why she was treating you as if you were some competition. She had him after all, he had chosen her, not you.

Marcus looked away from you, as if she had pulled him out a trance, you saw the frown that came across his face, disappearing almost as quickly as it had come, you saw the way his jaw tensed. He now looked as uncomfortable as you had, “This is y/n...my bes-an old friend of mine...um, this is Victoria...”

You hated the way your knees started to tremble as you heard those words, the way he almost called you his best friend. You hated how much deeper the knife seemed to go, an old friend, that’s what you had become. “Nice to meet you Victoria,” you said through a tight lipped smile and she frowned at you.

Marcus opened his mouth to say something but his phone went off. “I’m sorry I have to take this,” he mumbled, pulling his phone out of his jacket and walking off to the side just leaving you and Victoria who had crossed her arms narrowing her eyes. The hostess came back, saying your name and handing your food over, you nodded at her and turned ready to leave this situation behind.

“I know who you are,” you heard Victoria’s voice say with hostility dripping from her tone, sounding nothing like that sweet voice you had heard in Marcus’ videos of them. It stopped you in your tracks. “Don’t think you can worm your way back where you don’t belong.”

You grit your teeth, anger flaring, you fisted your hands into fist, nothing quickly fired you up than being talked down on. You had done nothing to get in between them. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered trying to sound as calm as possible. You would not start a scene.

Victoria scoffed rolling her eyes, looking down at you, “I sure hope you don’t because Marcus is mine, he loves me.”

You gulp, hands starting to shake, you wanted to scream at her, to tell her he had been yours first but what was the use. She was right, she had him, and there was no use for doing any of those things.

“Look Victoria, I’m not trying to get between you both. I have kept my distance from him and will continue to. He’s yours,” you say softly admitting what you knew was true, trying to push back tears as you looked over to where he was talking on the phone running a hand through his hair as he does when he’s stressed, “Just...please take care of him...if you haven’t...if you haven’t noticed yet he has some bad days and he’ll shut you out but that’s when he needs you most he just won’t admit it. Hold him tight and let him know he’s not alone, I just...please love him in every way because he deserves it more than anything in this world.”

Victoria rolls her eyes laughing at you. “Now you want to tell me how to take care of him? You’re pathetic, I don’t need tips from you, you couldn’t even keep him around. I’ll listen to you if I ever decide I want him to leave me. You’re right, what am I worried about, just look at you,” she sneers and you hate it, you hate how small you suddenly feel.

You don’t know why you had told her that but you could see it in the way he was pacing on the phone, the tenseness of his shoulders that he wasn’t okay and you couldn’t help but blurt it out because you knew him still, you could still read him. You simply nod trying to fight the tears burning in your eyes from spilling over.

Victoria takes a step close to you and you step back, you hated confrontation and you could tell she wasn’t done with you. “I bet you still cry for him, you’re as pathetic as he said,” she smirks at you as your breathing becomes harder, the anxiety starting to pour into every inch of you at her words, “You know he was only with you physically because he felt sorry for you. He thought his pathetic little friend was going to go throw herself at men to fill her pathetic little void from her ex so he decided to sleep with you. I don’t know how you even kept him around as long as you did, you definitely couldn’t ha-”

“Victoria!” you heard Marcus speak out harshly stopping her. You looked at him and he was looking at you, he opened his mouth, you knew he had heard what she said. You looked at him shaking your head. Marcus stepped towards you, looking at you apologetically, “Y/N let me explain.”

You backed away from them both, the unshed tears starting to stream down your face. He never cared about you, it was all out of pity. The last walls of hope you had up, fell, crumbling to the ground the way everything around you seemed to be. That’s why he chose to move on, why he was able to forget about you so easily, why it seemed like you never mattered to him. You never mattered, it was truly all a lie, you were pathetic and he pitied you, how else would Victoria know what had started your friends with benefit relationship.

You both had never spoken it to anyone, that you both agreed on a night when you both had felt lonely missing the connection of being with someone. How you had admitted to him that maybe you would turn to dating apps just to scratch that itch, to give you that even if just for one night. He had offered the idea and now it makes sense, he pitied you and had just been trying to be a good friend. If it felt like he had stabbed you in the heart before, now he had completely blown it to pieces.

“I really was the idiot that fell for something that was never real and here I am still pathetically loving you.” you spoke out brokenly, watching the way his face fell. He took another step forward, saying your name in the same broken tone that was begging you to hear him out. You ran out of the restaurant, he wouldn’t see you cry more.

Marcus watched as you left, this was wrong so wrong, how had this happened, he moved to follow you before he felt hands on his arm stopping him. He turned to see Victoria frowning at him, this was her fault, she had lied to you. “Victoria, what the hell was that?” he asks dumbfounded at what he had heard her tell you. “Let me go, I need to stop her, I have to explain.”

“Don’t you dare go after her or I will never speak to you again. You’re on thin ice as it is, you haven’t taken me out in over a month, you can’t-you can’t go after her,” she says pleading and he sees it now, the insecurity. “You’ve been fine without her, she’ll be okay. The truth is hard but we have to accept it.”

Marcus looks back at the door you had just walked out of, he felt conflicted but he knew it was time to face everything he had been shoving straight on. “That wasn’t close to how I told you, that wasn’t the truth at all. You lied to her.”

“Don’t you see? She’s just trying to worm her way back into your life. I know we’re not in the best place but me and you work even if this isn’t much anymore. You saw her, she’s just going to drag you down again, she’s still pathetically in love with you. You’re not walking out of here, this is my night with you,” Victoria argues and Marcus runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Do you hear yourself right now? This isn’t about us, you hurt her on purpose. Are you even sorry?” Marcus asks exasperated pulling his arm out of her grip, “Don’t speak bad about her, you know what she meant to me, what she still does.”

Victoria scowls at him, “How could someone like that mean anything to you? You’re with me, not her. I don’t drag you down with my sadness. You left her for me. Just look at her, she’s crying about you four months after, I was helping you out, you’ve been just fine since I blocked her number from your phone and deleted her from your social media.”

Marcus swore he saw red when he heard Victoria’s words. All these months that he had thought you had removed him, all the time that you might have called or texted him and he wouldn’t have even known. A harsh glare came across his eyes and he saw Victoria freeze in place and her hand came to cover her mouth, “Marcus..baby I didn’t-”

Marcus put a finger up to stop her, no longer would he do this. No longer would he torture himself, he didn’t want her, he wanted you and he was going to go fight for you the way you deserved him to from the beginning, “Who do you think you are talking about y/n like that? She is kind and loving, she is selfless and wonderful, she is the most beautiful, hardworking, humble, human being I know. I don’t care about her bad days anymore, I’ll help her through every single one. When have you been there for me? This isn’t just about us working better, it’s about a connection. This,” he said pointing between the two of them, “has been nothing but a convenience thing and you just admitted it. This hasn’t been working.”

She shook her head at him, eyes wide, “You can’t do this Marcus, you chose me. This past month you’ve just been busy. This is just the stress of work talking, you know this isn’t true. You’re not thinking clearly. You can’t choose her over me. Even if this hasn’t been working, I’m the better choice, she’s nothing! You can take me out, I’m not begging you to be tied down like she is, even if you don’t love me. It doesn’t bother me, I can be whatever you need me to be, she can’t. I’ll start checking on you if that’s what you want but come on Marcus you know you can’t give her what she wants. Remember why you came to me in the first place.”

Marcus scoffs shaking his head, “For the first time in months, this is the clearest I’ve thought, For the first time in months, I’m sure about this. And I’m sorry, I truly am that we both let ourselves use each other but this is done Victoria. This is more than us looking pretty together for you to show off to everyone or for me to try and keep myself busy. This is more than you pretending to care, I want what’s real. I want her. The moment you blocked her on my phone, the moment you told her those lies that you just did, you crossed a line and now my respect for you has left. You can’t do that to people just because you want to keep our friends with benefits going. You knew she was my everything.”

“I’m sorry...please let us discuss this over dinner,” she pleads, reaching for him again. Marcus moves his shoulder avoiding her. “I’ll make you forget about her, we can forget this.”

“I don’t think so, you crossed a line Victoria, I’m sorry. This is done,” Marcus says calmly, turning to walk away.

“Where are you going? Don’t you dare leave me here Marcus Pike, I didn’t drive here for us to not eat, for you to run off for that woman that needs to grow up. You’re going to miss how simple this was,” Victoria grits out, stomping her foot.

“I’m going to tell the woman that you think so lowly of the truth because maybe I don’t want simple. She needs to know the truth,” Marcus says honestly as he pushes to open the door looking behind his shoulder as Victoria glares at him, “That I love her and that it’s her, it’s always been and always will be her. Goodbye.”

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hey, you're incredible and amazing and I hope you're taking care of yourself 🥺💖 if you are still taking request, can you write something for Frankie o Marcus Pike? from promt list 1, number 1 "a wedding?" and number 65 "hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing!"

love you 💖

I went with Frankie and I hope you enjoy 💕🥺

Frankie x Fem!Reader ; warnings: slight language

Frankie Masterlist

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You almost bowled Frankie over as you threw open the door and welcomed yourself into his house. You had knocked and at the loud pounding he had almost dropped what he was doing in order to come and answer. Instead of waiting, you'd used your spare key to his house and let yourself in.

"Oh, hello there," he said as he closed the door behind you with an amused grin on his face. As soon as he saw the distressed look on your face, his own faltered, "what's wrong, Bee?"

"Everything, Francisco!" you groaned as you opened the fridge to grab out a beer. You made quick work of opening it and taking a large swig before sitting down at the counter, "I have once again single handedly fucked myself over!"

"You want to elaborate a little more on that?" he asked as he helped himself to a drink and joined you. He'd been busy preparing everything for your weekly movie night, hadn't been expecting you for a little while - not that he ever minded you being around. Sighing heavily, you rested your head on his shoulder, "what could possibly be so bad?"

"You remember my ex - Brad?" Frankie immediately groaned - for reasons both the same and different to yours. You nodded in acknowledgment.

"Ew, Brad."

"Yup," you laid your head on the table before letting out a long sigh, "well Brad is getting married. And guess who is invited? Me - and my boyfriend."

"You don't...have a boyfriend," he reminded you as you just threw up your hands in exasperation, “so…”

“I know, I know, I know,” you groaned as you took another drink, “it just came out - here he is all fancy and getting married and I’m just...not. I didn’t want to look like a total idiot and be all oh yes, of course I’m still single but would love to come to your wedding alone. So...apparently I have a boyfriend. I need to find a fake boyfriend or find a damn good excuse for why my boyfriend couldn’t make it at the last minute.”

“Shit,” Frankie couldn’t help but laugh at your little dilemma as you groaned at yourself. You just couldn’t keep your big mouth shut it appeared. When had it ever done you any good? Never. You should have learned by now. A few beats of silence fell over the two of you before he suddenly made a small sound, “I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” you raised your eyebrows as your heart started to beat wildly in your chest. Sure, you might have been in love with your best friend and have been for some time, but you’d never ask him to do such a thing. You’d purposely pushed that thought to the back of your mind as quickly as it had bubbled up. It would make things infinitely more complicated - and what if something happened and you slipped up and confessed your love for him? That was a situation you’d rather avoid all together if possible.

“Come with you,” he grinned, clearly proud of his brilliant idea. He wondered if you could hear the loud pounding of his own heart; as soon as you’d mentioned the idea of a fake boyfriend he’d grown excited. Was this his opportunity to finally come clean and tell all the ways in which he loved you? Maybe, maybe not. But if he didn’t try, he’d never know, “I’ll be your boyfriend - fake boyfriend.”

“Oh Frankie,” you couldn’t help but smile at the sweet look on his face. Gods, how could anyone not fall in love with him? But reason quickly took over you and you weakly shook your head, “no, it’s okay. I couldn’t ask you to do something like that.”

“I want to,” he insisted with a soft ruffle to your hair before he could stop himself, “come on - what are best friends for, Bee? Besides its just a wedding...”

“I don’t know...I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to..”

“I want to,” he promised softly, “come on, it’ll be fine - you might even have fun! Besides - I want to see you break out some more of those amazing dance moves!”

“Frankie…”

“What could go wrong, Honey Bee? It’s the perfect solution!

I could fall harder in love with you. I could confess my love to you. I could make a huge fool out of myself. I might never get over you.

“Okay,” you agreed before you could stop yourself. The excited look on his face was enough to make you melt as he just grinned from ear to ear, “let’s do it.”

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“Wow,” Frankie’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw you, his megawatt grin enough to make you melt. He held his hand out to you, ever the gentleman, which you took as he pulled you in for a hug. You’d agreed to meet at the venue, and go from there; it probably would have looked more convincing if you’d arrived together, but you weren’t sure if you could handle anything more than what was needed. As soon as you spotted him, your heart started doing flips in your stomach, “you look absolutely beautiful.”

“What about you, handsome?” you ran a hand through his dark locks, unsure if you were doing it out of your own volition or you were playing the part of doting girlfriend, “you clean up pretty well yourself.”

“Thanks,” he whispered softly as a tinge of pink flushed up into his cheeks. He politely greeted a few passersby. You repeated the action, remembering a few faces from when you had dated Brad a few years earlier, “hold my hand Bee - we have to make this look convincing!”

Something came over you and you were quite sure what possessed you, but you took his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together, before leaning over and offering him a kiss. He hesitated for a mere fraction of a second, unsure of how to respond, but then offered a simple, saccharine little kiss.

And it was electric - sending shivers down your spine as your whole body warmed up. People always spoke about seeing those proverbial sparks when they kissed the one. And this...this had to be it.

Opening your eyes, you found Frankie looking back at you in awe and momentarily wondered if he had felt the same thing. A gentle expression softened his features as he looked at you in wonder. Maybe...maybe you’d both felt it...but no. Surely not. You wouldn’t flatter yourself with the idea that Francisco Morales fancied you like you did him.

“Gotta act the part, right?” you teased nervously as you started pulling himself in the venue, “come on, boyfriend!”

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The rest of the ceremony was spent in comfortable silence as the two of you sat close to each other, but still leaving a small distance between your bodies. It was almost like the two of you could feel that something had shifted, even with the smallest of kisses. You were hyper-aware of his closeness to you the entire time, feeling his body heat radiate onto you, your entire being humming with excited, yet nervous energy. Little did you know that Frankie was feeling the exact same thing, all the while trying to figure out how to finally (finally!) tell you about his true feelings.

His hand was resting on the wood of the aging bench, next to yours, but not touching. Both of you consciously, or subconsciously, kept inching your hands closer and closer until eventually they were touching. Frankie seemed to overcome his nerves and put his hand on top of yours before gently squeezing it as a sign of ressaurance, before lacing your fingers together. The smell gesture was enough to kickstart your heart and you were unable, or unwilling, to keep the smile off of your face.

What was suddenly happening?

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After the ceremony, a beautiful affair - even you had to admit - the two of you went to the reception, still buzzing happily, but unable to quite form the right words. Whatever was happening, it was coming fast, and honestly...it had been a long time coming for the both of you. Neither of you tried to fight it anymore, deciding to let whatever happened, happen.

“Listen, Bee,” after you’d gotten to the reception and the bride and groom had cut the cake and had their first dance, Frankie finally gathered up the courage to speak. He reached for your hand and held it tightly, “there’s something I need to tell you -"

“Hey! You made it!” Brad wore a beaming grin he came over and still managed to steal Frankie's thunder; he tried not to let his expression falter too much, "you look great!"

"Wouldn't miss it," you said - only a small lie - before reaching down and grabbing Frankie's hand. Despite your initial hesitations, you were glad you came, and honestly happy for him, "and two make a lovely couple. I'm so happy for you both - really. You deserve it."

"As do the two of you," he grinned, grabbing Frankie's shoulder and giving it a squeeze, "the two of you! Can't say I'm surprised though...always thought the two of you had a little something going on. How long has it been official?"

"Oh umm…" you gave Frankie a look of surprise as you tried to think on your feet. He looked just as thrown off as you did, "a-a couple of years. We've been together for a...bit."

"Time to make an honest woman out of her, Morales!" Frankie's expression paled as your eyes widened in surprise. But he was quick on his feet and chuckled lightly, "I'm happy for you guys too. Who would have thought? I guess most of us did...anyway! Thank you both for coming and have fun - open bar!"

"Thanks," you both managed to weakly say as the groom bounced away to greet other guests. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turned to Frankie and offered him a meager smile.

"Yeah...so I guess the whole fake boyfriend thing worked!" you cheered lightly, trying to keep the situation from turning any more awkward than it was, "we could...probably just leave honestly. Maybe grab a pizza and drinks and watch a movie?"

"Do you want to dance?" he completely changed course with his question, his voice nervous and almost cracking in anticipation. You paused for a moment before deciding that yes...you really, really wanted to slow dance with Frankie.

"I'd love you to," you whispered gently as he took your hand and led you to the lightly illuminated dance floor.

And it was so easy - so effortless. His arms wrapped around you and yours around him as you melted into his body. He was so soft and warm and smelled heavenly; why hadn't you ever done this before? It felt so...right. As you swayed to the music, everything seemed frozen in time and nothing mattered but this moment - him. This was where you were supposed to be the entire time. Home was in his arms, home was Frankie.

After what seemed like a small eternity, you pulled back and looked at him, his eyes searching yours as well. He stopped and his hands found your face as he gently traced over your features, a smile gracing his own. You put your hands on his wrists, trying to control your breathing as you stared at each other, lost in your little world.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you leaned up and kissed him. And this time it wasn't some quick or rushed brush of lips - no this was slow and meaningful, every feeling and emotion poured it. It just felt so perfect, so right, like the two of you had been doing this for ages and ages, not the first time. You wished it would never end, that you could spend an eternity wrapped up in his arms.

"I am so in love with you," he whispered against your lips when you finally pulled apart for a breath of air, "and I've been trying to figure out how to tell you for years."

"I...I love you, Frankie," you grinned at him, "its always been you...I just never knew how to say it. I was scared...nervous."

"Sweet Honey Bee," he stole another kiss, this one sweet and saccharine, "how could it be anyone but you?"

"Frankie…" his name was a soft, reverent whisper as you melted into his touch, "I don't even know what to say…"

"I'm hoping you'll say yes to getting out of here and getting a pizza and some beers and relaxing back at mine? Just like usual," he suggested as you nodded eagerly, "there's one more thing."

"Anything."

"I want to kiss you," he grinned, "like a lot more. I feel like an idiot for not doing that sooner.

"That's a guarantee, love," you promised him, "kisses and a lot more than that."

"God, you're amazing," he grinned as you started to pull him away and to the exit, "I wish I would have told you years ago."

"We were both fools," you admitted, "but think of all the time we have to make up for! And besides - you're always worth waiting for, Francisco!"

He was awestruck as he just stared at you before running after you and scooping you up in his arms and carrying you bridal style. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you grinned at him like a lovestruck fool - which, you supposed, you were.

"I love you, Honey Bee."

"I love you, Francisco."

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