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Angel Face

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Summary: Eddie takes Dustin to pick up his sister from the airport and is surprised with seeing his long ago best friend.

Word Count: 3395

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“You know Henderson, I didn’t know you had a sister.” Eddie turns his head slightly to glance at the younger boy in the passenger seat. He had found out about her when Dustin gathered everyone up in a meeting to announce the news that she was moving back.

“It’s not like it was a secret.” Dustin shrugs before turning his body to face Eddie. “Thanks again for driving to pick her up. It means a lot to my mom and I that you said yes when I asked.”

“Why couldn’t your mom do it again?” Eddie wasn’t complaining, he owed his friend one after he dragged him out of the upside down, though he would’ve driven him even if he hadn’t.

“She had to work because her dick of a boss wouldn’t let her take off.”

“Bummer. Tell me about this famous sister of yours that everyone knew about except for me.”

“Oh she’s the best! She’s the coolest, kindest, most caring person I know. Whenever she would come visit she’d always bring gifts for not only me but the guys too. And she was constantly sending me new dice in the letters she sent me. She’d ask me all about my interests and if I mentioned something just once she’d bring it up again in a couple of months asking if I still enjoy it. She was so quick to bond with everyone when she first met them and it wasn’t a shock that they all basically adopted her as their sister too. I mean she was there for Will in ways that I don’t even know about and I know that she had been in communication with him while they were in California more than the rest of us. And you’ve seen how Nancy and Mike interact. They don’t have the best sibling relationship so she had tried to give him the closest thing she could to what we have. And Lucas and Erica adore her completely. I get most of my best qualities from her.” Eddie smiles as he listens to Dustin ramble on about his sister. He could tell how much he loved you when he asked him to pick you up. It was obvious in his voice and his eyes how excited he was and how much he adored you. It’s why Eddie had said yes without asking questions or double guessing. Sure he had to cancel band practice but it was worth it to see Dustin so hyped up.

“She as annoying as you too?”

“Haha, very funny. I actually think you’ll like her.”

“Well the Henderson clan does seem to have a hold on me.” What with Dustin being his best friend and his mom taking a liking to him and constantly inviting him over for dinners.

Dustin practically jumps out of the van while it’s still moving as Eddie parks it in the airport parking lot. If it wasn’t for Eddie grabbing onto the back of his shirt he would’ve. Once it’s stopped fully Eddie has to rush to catch up with his friend who’s almost running to the entrance. When he finally gets him to slow down Dustin bounces with every step he takes closer to baggage claim. Eddie can’t help but smile at his excitement. Admittedly he’s excited to meet the sister that had the whole gang so excited. They had all burst into excited gasps and cheers when Dustin had brought her up and Eddie couldn’t help but feel left out at not knowing why everyone was so excited.

At the baggage claim Dustin bounces up and down in his spot while he tries to spot you in the crowd. This is easily the most exciting day of his life. His sister is coming home permanently! When you called him up to tell him that he swears it could’ve been the best day of his life. He hasn’t seen you for a few months because of school and dad not letting you visit when you normally would once a month. And while he’s upset for you that you flunked out, you had been so excited to get your degree, he’s glad you decided to continue it at a school close enough to Hawkins that you can live at home.

You spot Dustin in the crowd within minutes of getting to baggage claim. It was hard to miss the thinking cap you sent him months ago disappearing and reappearing over people's shoulders.

“Dusty!” You squeal and shoulder your way through the crowd so you can bring him into a hug.

“Y/n/n!” He flings himself into your arms and you could cry at the warm feeling of his arms around you. You were losing your mind being stuck with your dad for so long. The only thing you regret about flunking out was that you hadn’t instead dropped out forever ago and moved back.

“You’ve gotten so big, oh my god.” You pull away from Dustin still holding him at arms length to get a good look at your growing brother. While the two of you talk Eddie finally gets a good look at you and his eyes nearly bug out of his head as he recognizes you.

“Y/n?!” The sound of his voice has you whipping your head around to see him. His voice is deeper than the last time you heard it but you’d still recognize it anywhere.

“Eddie?! Is that you?”

“You know it, Angel Face.”

“Oh my god!” You abandon Dustin to jump into Eddie’s waiting arms. “What are you doing here?”

“Brought Dustin to pick up his sister which turned out to be you. Didn’t even know he had one till like a week ago. I thought your brother went with you when you moved.”

“We have the same dad but different moms. Dusty got lucky with dad honestly. You know Dustin?” Your face is still buried in his neck and he holds onto you tight.

“What is going on?” Dustin asks, breaking out of the shock of seeing his sister wrap herself around his friend that she’s never met.

“Eddie was my best friend before I moved away with dad. But we lost contact after high school started because we got busy with life.” You finally let go and turn towards your brother while Eddie keeps his arm around your shoulder afraid if he stopped touching you you’d fade away like a good dream.

“She got busy with school and friends while I got busy with the band and Hellfire.”

“Is the band still around?”

“The members have changed a bit since the last time you were around but yeah, Corroded Coffin is still kicking. We even play at the Hideout sometimes.” You turn your head to look at him and gasp when you really take in how much he’s changed. You’d been too shocked at him being here to really notice anything before.

“Whoa Eddie your hair got so long.” You pull a strand between your fingers while he goes to rub the back of his neck.

“I know, I should probably get it cut.” Dustin's mouth gapes at that. Every time someone had suggested that to Eddie, even as a joke, he would yell at them to shut up. He never thought he'd see the day where his friend actually agreed with that statement.

“No, I like it. It’s very metal.” As the goofiest grin Dustin has ever seen spreads across Eddie’s face he realizes two things. One, that Eddie’s obviously absolutely smitten with you and two, he’s gonna have to let Steve know that his chance is gone because with the way you’re smiling and playing with Eddie’s unruly hair you obviously have some sort of feelings for him too.

“Jeez how much stuff do you have Y/n?” Dustin asks as he spots your suitcases coming towards him on the conveyor belt.

“I brought everything I could fit in my bags. All my clothes, books, records, important memory stuff. I had to buy two new suitcases.” You grab two of them off of the belt while Dustin grabs the other two and Eddie swings your duffel bag that you dropped when you hugged Dustin over his shoulder. “I shipped a few things over before I left too. They should be showing up at home over the next few days.”

“What about your car?”

“I sold it.” You shrug. “I’ll miss Bessy but I can just buy one here once I find a job instead of having a friend drive her down and have to drive them back.”

“I can drive you around till you get one.” Eddie offers while taking one of the suitcases from your hand.

“You don’t have to do that Eddie bear. I’m sure you have better things to do.” Dustin watches as Eddie practically melts at the nickname. His shoulders slouch like all the tension he’s been carrying around just disappeared completely, his head drops so it’s leaning towards your own, and he gets the most relaxed smile.

“Better than hangout with my Angel face whenever she needs to go somewhere? Never.” You giggle at that and shove his shoulder in a playful ‘stop it’ kind of way.

“Alright can we go now?” Dustin's had enough of watching Eddie flirt with his sister.

“Yeah, let me take one of those for you Dusty.” You go to take one of the suitcases from Dustin since Eddie took one of your own but as soon as you get it in your hand he takes it from you. “You don’t have to do that Eddie, you’re already doing so much.”

“And yet not enough. Now come on Hendersons lets go.” Eddie starts walking away with a suitcase in each hand trailing behind him and the duffel swung around so it rests on his back leaving you and Dustin no choice but to follow behind him.

Once you get to the van Eddie packs everything into the back not letting you do any of the work, trying to shoo you away when you tried to help. Meanwhile Dustin had just dropped off the suitcase he was carrying at Eddie's feet before moving to the passenger seat.

“Get in the back Dustin. Let your sister sit up front, I’m sure she’s had a long flight.” Eddie says as he opens the door for you just to find Dustin already in the seat.

“What about the rules of shotgun?”

“I don’t mind sitting in the back.”

“You’re not sitting in the back Angel face.” Eddie leans on the top of the van with one arm while leaning closer to you. You sigh and roll your eyes feigning annoyance as you cross your arms and lean back on one foot. Dustin just groans at the scene in front of him before climbing into the back hoping it stops whatever this is. Once you’re in Eddie shuts your door and runs around the front to his side. You spot the familiar bandanna as it flows away from him as he goes.

“Is that the bandanna I sent you?” He nods in response as he starts the van up. “You still have it?” There’s butterflies swarming in your stomach at the thought of Eddie holding onto the little memories of you the same way you had him.

“This old thing?” He reaches behind him pulling it out of his back pocket to show you. “It’s only one of my favorite possessions along with this.” He then hooks his thumb around the chain hanging from his neck pulling the guitar pick necklace out of his shirt. You gasp when you see it and lean over excitedly grabbing it to inspect it closer.

“Is this the pick I got you when Wayne got you your first real guitar?”

“Yep.” You smile wide before excitedly fumbling to grab one of the chains on your own neck that has the ring he gave you before you left on it. You’ve only ever taken it off maybe a total of six times since then. “No fucking way! Is that-”

“Your ring? Yeah.”

“Hey guys can we go now? Everyone’s waiting for us.” As much as Dustin was genuinely enjoying two of his favorite people being so excited and happy and learning the origin story for certain trademarks of each of you he didn’t want to keep everyone waiting much longer all because neither of you could keep it in your pants.

“Everyone?” You turn to look at Dustin, your eyebrows scrunched together while Eddie pulls out of the spot.

“Shit!” He wasn’t supposed to say anything. “Y/n you have to act surprised when we get home. You’re not supposed to know they’re all there.”

“Okay, I can act surprised.”

The drive back home is filled with you and Eddie catching up after all these years. He explained how he knows Dustin from school and how he invited him to Hellfire which led to their friendship. And then Dustin had brought up all the Vecna stuff and how Eddie’s a hero to which Eddie's eyes had gone wide because he had been thinking that you wouldn’t believe him or think they were crazy. But you had shocked him by understanding everything and telling him that you wish you could’ve seen his mini concert. At the questioning gaze he held you had just shrugged and told him about how you were around last summer and went through something like that, though your adventure was more Russian based.

When the van is parked in front of the house Dustin jumps out and runs to get inside to let everyone know you’re here with Eddie yelling at him to get his ass back here and help with your stuff. You just laughed and told him it was fine while opening the back doors. You grab two suitcases while he grabs what he had while leaving the airport.

“Hey Eddie, I didn’t expect that when I moved back we’d be reunited but I’m super glad we were.” You send him a smile so wide it causes your eyes to close while he shuts the doors and it stuns him for a minute.

“Yeah, yeah me too.” He licks his lips and starts making the short trip to the door. “Don’t forget to act surprised.”

“I won't, I won't.” Eddie opens the door and gestures for you to go first.

“Welcome home!” Everyone screams as you enter the living room.

“Oh wow! You guys are all here!”

“Damnit Dustin, you told her?”

“Why do you have to be so bad at acting Y/n?”

“Sorry Dusty. Now, I’ll hug everyone once all my stuff is in my room alright? If I don’t take it now they’ll stay in the doorway forever. This way Eddie.” You start to lead the way out of the room to the bedroom that’s been yours since the first time you visited Claudia’s new house.

“Why’s Munson following her like a lost puppy?”

“Yeah so apparently they’re long lost childhood best friends or something. They’re so painfully into each other though.”

“No way, he would’ve known her then instead of being shocked you even had a sibling.” Dustin shrugs at Mike.

“He probably didn’t realize we were related because she looks like a spitting image of her mom instead of anything like dad. You should’ve heard them though. Oh Eddie, your hair has gotten so long I like it, it's sooo metal.” Dustin raises his voice to mock you before deepening it to mock Eddie. “I’ll drive you around till you get a car, let me carry all of your bags Angel face, I should probably cut my hair.” Robin gasps at those last words.

“No way he said that! Eddie like loves his hair to death. He’s always yelling threats at us when we joke about cutting it while he sleeps.”

“Oh but he did, the moment she commented on how long it was. And the man melts when she calls him Eddie bear.”

While they all talk about you you’re peacefully rolling your suitcases into the corner of your room and telling Eddie to just leave the others wherever and the duffel bag can go on your bed. Once all that is down you sit on your bed and fall back so you’re laying there with your legs dangling off the bed.

“You tired?” Eddie asks, leaning over you.

“A little.”

“Want me to tell everyone you don’t feel good or something and send them home?”

“No it’s fine, I’m excited to see everyone. It’s just been a long day.”

“Alright well c’mon then, you’ve got people to see.” He holds his hands out for you to take and pulls you up once you grab them. You keep a hold of one of them as he pulls you back to the living room.

“How was the flight in?” Steve asks as he pulls you into a hug.

“It was alright no screaming babies this time around.”

“That’s good.” You’re not really paying attention to Steve anymore though as your eyes spot Will from over his shoulder.

“Will!” You rush over to the boy giving him a bear hug. “I’m so excited you guys have moved back too! I was planning to fly out to Cali to see you guys again when Dustin told me you were back permanently.”

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“God I’ve missed you too bud. C’mere Johnny boy.” You hold out your arms for Jonathan after separating from his brother. “I’ve missed you too.” You murmur into his shoulder before separating and greeting Nancy with a nod and kind smile since the two of you have never been as close as you were with everyone else though maybe now it’ll be different. “Bring it in Sinclairs!” As Lucas and Erica embrace you in a group hug Eddie admires the way you interact with everyone and the big smiles on everyone's faces. You embrace Robin next, the girl pulling you into a hug as soon as you were done talking to Lucas and Erica. After you greet Mike and El you move back to Eddie's side.

The two of you sit on the couch with you staying as close to him as possible. While you talk to everyone you absentmindedly play with his rings which you don’t even notice you’re doing until he moves his hand away from you to grab the bag of chips Dustin had been offering. You would’ve stopped then too if it wasn’t for Eddie placing his hand back on your knee for you to keep going.

“Do you need someone to drive you back up to get your car?”

“I sold it before I left.” You shrug while answering Steve.

“Oh, you can always call me if you need to get anywhere.” Eddie’s heart drops at that because why would you pick him and his beat up van that slightly smells like weed over Steve and his nice clean BMW.

“I appreciate the offer Stevie and I’ll call you if I need you but Eddie already offered to drive me around. Right Eddie bear?”

“Y-yeah.” He smiles wider than he ever has before and he tilts his head down as he looks at you, your foreheads almost touching. “As long as I’m not working I’ll drive you anywhere you wanna go, Angel face.” Steve looks over at Dustin wide eyed because he hadn’t believed him when he was talking about how obvious they were. The boy fake gags at the two of you and misses Steve's stare.

“You heading home Eddie?” Dustin asks once he’s the only one left over.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later Dustin.” He ruffles the kids hair and starts to make his way to the door with you trailing after him.

“I’ll probably pass out after you leave.” You yawn through your words. “So unpacking will have to wait till tomorrow.”

“Yeah you should get some rest.”

“Do you wanna come over tomorrow and help? We can listen to a bunch of my new records and catch up some more?”

“Yeah of course. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He brings you into a hug and when the two of you separate you lean up and kiss his cheek feeling bold.

“Good night Eddie bear.”

“Night Angel face.” Once you shut the door and he’s heading towards his van his hand goes to his cheek in shock before another big grin takes over his face.

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panandinpain0 · 9 months

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Could I ask for an Edward Cullen x male reader where the reader is Bella’s best friend (who moved right after her)- He ends up becoming infatuated with him instead, and they just have a happy time??

This is Different...

Twilight timmmmeee- time to reach into the archives of my memories and pull random facts from my ass.

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy <3

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Requested by: Anon

Edward Cullen x Male!Reader

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Bella had to kept telling herself to wait just one more week, because then (Y/N) would be there and she could vent to him about how weird this town was.

The two had grown up together in Arizona and were practically inseparable. Their parents did that thing where they were convinced Bella and (Y/N) were going to date and get married and all of that, which just isn't happening. But it made his dad easier to convince when they asked if (Y/N) could move to Forks, Washington with Bella.

(Y/N)'s parents had just gotten a divorce and his dad was moving anyways, and he was old enough that he just wanted to stay with his dad (and little sister that would come to visit every once in a while) until he was an adult.

So after Bella left to Forks, (Y/N) and his dad started packing their bags and started their trip.

Bella could not wait to tell him about the school, the weird but oddly charming students, and the standoffish Cullen family.

Finally the week came to an end and Charlie drove Bella to pick them up from the airport.

(Y/N)'s father, James, had planned to buy a car once they got to the new house, but Charlie had so kindly offered to drive them until he did get one.

At the airport Bella ran up to (Y/N) and he caught her in a hug, laughing at her eagerness.

"Looks like somebody missed me!" (Y/N) squeezed out a laugh, Bella cutting off his air supply with the grip of her hug.

"It's been absolute agony without you here, I have so much to tell you- and warn you about."

"Oh damn, that doesn't sound good," (Y/N) replied as Bella helped pick up one of his bags.

"It's crazy out here." She nodded, and the two shared a look that only childhood friends could share.

"Any cute guys?" they had a hushed conversation to the car, Charlie and James too wrapped up talking about fishing to pay attention.

"I'm sure you'd find them cute," Bella scoffed, throwing a teasing smile over her shoulder as she loaded the trunk.

(Y/N) scoffed back, betrayed at her diss.

"I'm sure you went for the stalker-ish one anyways." With a sly smirk he got into the backseat, closing the door on her denials.

...

(Y/N) had settled in, conveniently living next door to the Swan's house, and drove with Bella in her old truck to school that Monday.

"So, Jessica is into Mike and Angela is with Eric. And Tyler flirts with everybody, but nobody goes out with him?" (Y/N) recapped from the tangent of drama Bella had been giving him.

"Yup, pretty much," Bella confirmed, turning into the school parking lot.

"And all of the Cullen's are super hot- but they're dating each other?" (Y/N) asked, more suspiciously this time.

"Well, they're all adopted, but yes. Except for Edward- but I already told you what happened."

"Yeah the weird smelling thing and the he disappeared just to come back with a different eye color."

"They could just be colored contacts," Bella corrected, still not sure herself.

"Strange... Welp, let's do this," (Y/N) sighed as he got out of the passengers seat of the car.

Bella shrunk into his side, all of the attention on her once again. Last time it was because she was the new girl, but now it's because she had her attractive best friend with her.

"Yo, Bella!" Mike called out, giving (Y/N) a confused glare.

Bella waved back and started walking over, (Y/N) following at her side. Leaning down to whisper in her ear (Y/N) held back a laugh, "You left out the part about Mike's crush on you."

Bella just rolled her eyes as they met up with the group.

"Everybody, (Y/N)- (Y/N), everybody," Bella lazily introduced.

"You just moved here, right?" Angela asked, holding Eric's hand as they lent up against Tyler's van behind them.

"Yes, I did. I grew up with Bella in Arizona and where she goes I go," (Y/N) laughed, nudging Bella in the side jokingly.

That's when he noticed her distracted state. Following her line of sight he realized she was staring at a car full of probably the most attractive people he'd ever seen.

"Who's that?" (Y/N) asked the group, acting clueless to get more information.

"Those are the Cullen's-" Jessica jumped right into the rant about their family.

When she was done she came closer to (Y/N), grabbing hold of his hand as she batted her eyelashes at him. "Let me show you around!"

Shrugging, (Y/N) waved to Bella, who rolled her eyes at Jessica's obvious flirting.

...

"Where'd you find that guy? He's so hot," Jessica gushed to Bella at lunch. (Y/N) hadn't sat down yet so she'd finally gotten a second to ask.

"We grew up together- he wasn't that hot when we first met, trust me," Bella almost snorted, playing with the food on her tray.

"You guys aren't like..." trailing off she wiggled her eyebrows to imply.

"No- god, no," Bella laughed. "He's like my brother."

"Oh, good. Less competition then," Jessica sighed.

"I don't think you'll be having much luck either, Jessica," Angela pointed out, nodding in (Y/N)'s direction.

He was flirting with some guy in the lunch line, the guys face bright red as he laughed at something (Y/N) had said.

Jessica looked heartbroken but Angela and Bella just laughed about it.

When (Y/N) finally joined them Bella raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" (Y/N) shrugged indignantly, opening his milk carton.

"Not even a full day in and you're already jumping on them," Bella teased, popping a grape into her mouth.

"Hey, you told me there wasn't any cute guys here, I just wanted to see what he was like," (Y/N) protested. "I didn't even like him that much. Kind of a dick."

Hearing a sudden and loud snort of laughter, (Y/N) and Bella turned around to see the Cullen's lunch table, Edward hiding his face as he looked towards the windows as his siblings glared at (Y/N). Or maybe they just all had RBF- save for the short girl with the pixie-like hair. She smiled at (Y/N) and waved, so he waved back.

"They're so weird," Jessica whispered as she dug into her lunch.

"How much have you actually talked to them?" (Y/N) questioned, taking a bite of his apple.

Jessica didn't answer for a minute, looking kind of embarrassed. Angela rolled her eyes, answering for her. "Once- and it was Edward rejecting her."

(Y/N) snorted and then apologized, "Sorry. It just seems like you're holding a grudge on people you barely know." He then changed the subject, not wanting to make an enemy out of Jessica.

She really seemed like a good friend, he didn't want to go pushing her buttons, that'd be mean.

...

"Mr. Molina, it's nice to meet you. I'm your new student, (Y/N)."

"Ahh, Mr. (L/N), is it?" (Y/N) nodded. "You can sit in front of Edward Cullen. You're lucky we had an empty seat," he joked, pointing to where he was talking about.

That was when (Y/N) got his good first look at Edward Cullen. His gaze was intense, just like Bella had said, but it was less scary than she described it.

Seemed like a guy worth getting to know.

Walking over to the desk with Bella, (Y/N) held out his hand to Edward. "You're Edward Cullen, right? Mr. Molina told me to sit in front of you, but I've heard stories and wanted to introduce myself." He smiled confidently.

Edward hesitantly took his hand and shook it, (Y/N) not reacting to the hard coldness of his skin.

Or at least he didn't show it- (Y/N) was immediately thrown off but didn't want to put off this attractive guy.

"Like you said, I'm Edward. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." (Y/N) winked and sat in his chair, not looking back at Edward or Bella once.

Bella just rolled her eyes with good nature. She'd seen him do this before, if she'd felt uncomfortable or threatened by someone, (Y/N) would draw the attention to himself. That's what worked about their friendship, he could take the attention that she didn't want.

At the end of class, (Y/N) packed up his things and then helped Bella do the same. He waved to Edward with a "Bye!" and they left.

Out in the parking lot his siblings all waited for him by the car.

"What's up?" Emmett asked, his arm around Rosalie.

Alice squealed, "Oh! It happened, didn't it? I thought it was Bella at first but then I saw him and just knew it would happen!" She jumped up and down and clapped her hands.

"What happened?" Rosalie questioned again, Jasper smirking as he sensed Edward's emotions.

"He fell in love," Alice stage-whispered. She was teasing him, of course, but Edward grumbled all the same.

They all piled into the car but before Edward got in he looked across the lot to see (Y/N) leaning on the truck hood talking to Bella.

He hadn't fallen in love. He couldn't- not with a human.

With Bella it was just an obscene thirst... but this was different.

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Sorry to cut this short, I wouldn't be opposed to writing more for this! I just think this is a good ending and leaves an open spot for a potential part 2!

Hope you liked it anon!

-Author Max <3

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pedropascalsx · 2 years

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An Unexpected Confession {Marcus Pike x F! Reader}

Summary: Marcus Pike is dreading returning home for the holidays. Dreading the inevitable questions about his non-existent and frankly sad love life. But an unexpected confession from his best friends little sister changes things.

Info: Reader has no physical descriptions other than having hair please note that she as referred to Bunny - her childhood nickname - multiple times throughout the story.

Warnings: Legal age gap, fluff, Oral (Fem receiving), Some flirty texting, Phone sex, Masturbation (M&F), Unprotected sex, Creampie, Mentions of food, Eating, Little bit of controlling parentage, Mentions of terrible Hallmark movies and a VERY cheesy ending.

Word Count: 10,000+ (Yeah this one got away from me a little).

A/N: Marcus Pike might be my kryptonite. I absolutely struggled with this one. I love this character, I love canon Marcus and Fanfic Marcus and trying to do him justice and failing absolutely terrified me. This is the first time I've successfully finished writing a Marcus Pike fic and I really hope you all enjoy it.

Thank you to my gorgeous beta @wheresarizona for beta’ing and being so wonderfully supportive.

Thank you to @whataperfectwasteoftime @honestly-shite @theewokingdead and @ezrasbirdie for being so lovely and supportive and keeping me motivated.

He sat for a few minutes, rubbing his palms against his jean-clad thighs. The sound of his fellow passengers scrambling to get off the plane made him roll his eyes. Four days. Just four days at home. He could do this.

Before he knew it, he’d be back on the plane and ready to return to DC, he just needed to get Thanksgiving at home over and done with.

He stood slowly and pulled his backpack from the overhead compartment before swiftly exiting the plane and making his way into the airport and down to collect his rental car.

Four days at home with his parents and siblings, their partners, and their kids. It would be nice, he reasoned with himself, he hadn’t met his youngest brother's new baby yet, and it would be lovely to spend time with his newest niece.

He’d barely gotten into his rental when his phone began to ring, and he grinned at the name flashing up on his phone.

“You keeping tabs on me?” he chuckled into the phone as his best friend Mike instructed him to meet him at a bar instead of going straight to his parent's house.

“A beer sounds great,” Marcus says as he buckled his seatbelt, “Text me the address, and I’ll come straight over.”

The bar was new, sleek, and modern. It was situated in the same spot where Marcus’ parents took him shoe shopping for years as a child. It seemed that every time he returned home, more and more had changed and became even more unrecognizable.

“Pike!” He heard from the corner of the bar, and he couldn’t stop the huge grin from spreading across his face, “Get your ass over here.”

He quickly pulled his friend in for a hug and greeted a few others he hadn’t seen or spoken to in a while. Marcus took the time to catch up and chat quietly with each of them, and before he knew it, one beer had turned into several.

After a while, they had been joined by Mike's dad, who was thrilled to see Marcus again, and he’d suggested they take it back to his house for a few more beers and some takeout pizza. An idea that went down very well with all the guys.

It was dark by the time they made it back to the Anderson household. All cars were left in the bar parking lot as they scrambled into the back of a few cabs after coming to the sensible conclusion that they were all too drunk to drive.

Snuggled up in your bed, you heard the commotion downstairs and rolled your eyes. With your container of Chinese food comfortably nestled in your lap, and an oversized glass of wine in your hand, you giggled at what would most definitely be a messy evening downstairs and resumed your Netflix marathon.

Blissfully unaware that the man you’d harboured a massive crush on for years was having the time of his life in your kitchen - the man that had no clue that you were madly in love with him and still referred to you as your childhood nickname, Bunny.

The next morning rolled around quickly, you’d slept better than you had in weeks, and you quickly dove back into the same routine you’d lived for years.

The first few weeks were tougher than you’d imagined they’d be, returning home after graduating college. You’d studied Criminology and Criminal Justice at A&M University, and the only job offers you’d had so far were out of state, and your parents weren’t happy about you leaving Texas. You missed the freedom you had living in your own apartment and being able to come and go as you pleased.

But you knew you had the next few hours to yourself, the rest of the house still sleeping soundly, you climbed out of bed and made your way downstairs. Stomach rumbling with excitement for the pancakes you were about to indulge in.

Slipping into the kitchen, you switch the radio on before turning your attention to preparing the batter. Grabbing it all out of the pantry and placing it on the countertop. You took a large handful of chocolate chips and start to pop them into your mouth whilst beginning to measure out the ingredients.

The soft humming of the music pulls him from his slumber, his head pounding as a consequence of the countless beers he’d consumed the night before.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he pulls himself upright, still dressed in the same clothes as the day before. He stands up and follows the music in his search for a much-needed glass of water.

He stumbles, almost choking on the air at what greets him in the kitchen.

You’re still leaning over the counter, measuring out some milk as he enters, the music drowning out his footsteps. He’s greeted by the sight of your barely covered ass, wiggling along to the music as your too-tight t-shirt continues to rise up over your hips.

His cock throbs in his pants at the sight of you, feeling himself growing harder and harder and having to pull at the front of his jeans to readjust himself. Guilt rises from the pit of his stomach as he realizes that he’s growing hard over his best friend's sister.

His best friend’s not-so- little sister.

You took a step back, and he clears his throat to announce his presence, the gasp that left your throat was much louder than you could have expected as you spun around to see Marcus standing awkwardly in the doorframe.

Your cheeks heat with embarrassment as you start apologizing profusely.

“Hey,” he soothed, putting his hands up in a placating gesture, “I should have said something sooner. I just didn’t want to startle you.”

“I didn’t know you were here,” you say a little too quickly back.

“Yeah. I uh-” he scratched at the back of his neck, “Met your brother and your dad for a few drinks, and they turned into a few more.”

“Oh,” you reply, pulling at the threadbare t-shirt you’re wearing and immediately realizing just how exposed you are, “Shit. I didn’t..”

“It’s okay,” he says with a slight chuckle, “I didn’t know either. I’ll let you finish up.”

“Do you want some?” You ask as he turns on his heel.

He raises an eyebrow, and you push again, “Some pancakes? Chocolate chip?” You ask as you force down a giggle.

“I love chocolate chip,” he says with a grin. “Sounds great.”

“Cool.”

You pop down to the guest bathroom and pull on the robe hanging from the back of the door before bouncing back into the kitchen, and you see Marcus setting the table. Pouring out two glasses of orange juice as you start frying up the pancake batter.

You place the large stack on a plate and grab the maple syrup from the pantry and butter from the fridge before taking a seat in front of him.

“Help yourself,” you say with a shy smile before bouncing back up and out of your chair. “I almost forgot.”

You rifle through one of the drawers and pull out a small bottle of Advil and place it in front of him, seeing him blush pink before offering you a smile of gratitude.

“So how’s college, bunny?” He asks with a wink after taking two pills, and you groan in response.

“Bunny? Really?” You ask, and he laughs back at you.

“It suits you. Always has. Always bouncing around like a little bunny, it’s cute.”

“It’s childish,” you say before shoving a forkful of pancakes in your mouth and swallowing quickly. “You know I’m not a child anymore?”

He swallows at your admission and fights back the urge to tell you he knows. Instead, he just takes a few more bites of his pancakes and sips his orange juice.

“I graduated,” you say before taking a small sip of your own drink, “Got a few job offers. One in California, was offered something in Montana, and uh, I've been invited to interview for a position in DC.” You say with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

“Shit! That’s fantastic,” he says before reaching over and giving your hand a squeeze, “DC is incredible. Are you going to do it?”

“I’m not sure. My parents are not keen on me leaving the state,” you say with a sad smile, “But I’d like to. I mean, I doubt I’d get it but starting off my career in DC would be kind of perfect.”

“You gotta think about what’s best for you, bunny. Think about what you want.”

You nod in agreement, and you both sit in silence for a few minutes, occasionally sharing a soft smile and a fleeting glance before he breaks the silence.

“What do you want, bunny?” He asks as his eyes meet yours. Those gorgeous brown orbs burning into yours as his question floats in the air.

You , is your first thought, and you blush at the thought of accidentally letting that escape from your throat - the thoughts flashing up in your head making your panties dampen.

“Freedom,” you whisper quietly, “Being able to do what I want to do without fear that I’m letting everyone down. Being able to go wherever is best for me and not for everyone else.”

“Agree to the interview,” he says before wiping his mouth and hands on the napkins he laid out. “Even if it’s not for you, you’ll get to see how beautiful DC is.”

He stands up and takes his plate and glass to the sink, washing them up and popping them in the rack to dry.

“I better be getting home, and I've got to pick my rental up from the bar.”

“Do you need a ride?” You ask as you take your dirty dishes to the sink, dumping them in but deciding they can wait until later, “I need to pop to Target anyway.”

“You sure?” He asks before scratching the back of his neck, looking unsure.

“Positive,” you say with a smile, “Just need to get dressed. Give me ten minutes?”

“Perfect.“

The drive to the bar is quicker than you anticipated, you’d both engaged in a little small talk, and he teased you about the first time he saw you drive a car, making you want to melt with embarrassment.

“Don’t know how you didn’t see that mailbox, bunny,” he needles with a loud roar of laughter, and before you had a second to register the words falling out of your mouth, they did.

“I was distracted by you.”

An awkward giggle forces its way out of your throat as you attempt to change the subject, a look of pure confusion painted across Marcus’ face as you do so.

“We’re here,” you say, looking down at you the steering wheel, “Have a—”

“You were distracted?” He asks quietly. “By me?”

“Marcus, I-I,” you sigh loudly before a small fit of giggles starts to fall out from between your lips, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanksgiving at the Pike’s, right?”

He hums in response, eyes still fixated on you as he unbuckles his seat belt and starts to climb out of your car. “You bringing that world-famous apple pie cheesecake thing?” he asks as he steps out onto the sidewalk.

“Of course,” you say, looking up at him with a small smile. “See you tomorrow, Marcus.”

“See you tomorrow, bunny.”

You’re not sure how long you sat in the parking lot outside the Target for, rerunning that day over and over in your head.

It was many years previous, and you’d barely had your driver's license a month, seeing your brother standing on your drive talking loudly to someone out of your eyesight, and you’re not sure how you did it, but the sight of Marcus Pike walking out of your house and towards your brother made your breath hitch, and you somehow took out your family’s mailbox.

The sound of your brother's laughter still rung in your ears when you think about it now, Marcus looking across at you with those big brown eyes filled with worry as you climbed out of your car, drowning in embarrassment, the embarrassment being pushed away by ugly jealousy when you looked back over at him and saw his new bride (now ex-wife) wrapping her arms around his waist, all of them giggling at your predicament.

“Ugh,” you growl before stepping out of your car to head into the store, “Baking supplies and other shit that Target tells me I need to buy,” you grumble to yourself.

The rest of the day flies by in a blur. You stocked your car with the sodas and beers ready for the next morning, prepared a few of the side dishes, and wrapped the gift your mother had asked you to pick up as a thank you for Mrs. Pike.

You barely had time to fret over your little admission earlier that day and the look of shock etched across his stupid gorgeous face as he asked you if you’d really been distracted by him. How could you not have been? You think to yourself as you climb the stairs to your room, ready to settle in for the night.

Your phone had been charging the entire time you were downstairs, sitting idly on your windowsill and forgotten about. You pick it up to set an alarm, and a text from an unknown number lights up on your screen from almost an hour ago.

Thank you for the ride earlier, bunny, and for breakfast. Not sure if this is still your number - Mom had it scribbled down in her address book. See you tomorrow - MARCUS PIKE.

You giggle at the way he typed his whole name at the end of the message, and a smile creeps across your face as you punch out a reply.

You’re welcome, Marcus. Hope you didn’t get in too much trouble for not making it back home yesterday. Will see you tomorrow, getting up extra early to ensure you have plenty of pie. Goodnight 💕

Looking forward to diving into your pie. Goodnight - MARCUS PIKE.

You giggle again at his clearly unintentional innuendo before punching out your last text and setting your alarm.

You don’t need to type your whole name at the end of every text, Marcus. See you tomorrow.

Oh, good to know. See you. - Marcus ;-)

“Dork,” you whisper out loud before putting your phone down and climbing into bed, “Oh, I’m so fucked.”

You stood quietly at the door, standing behind your parents, your brother, and his wife clutching three of the pie/cheesecake hybrid you'd created out of curiosity a few years back in your hand. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves.

Of course, it has to be Marcus who whips open the front door, standing there with that gorgeous adorable smile, dressed in a tight grey t-shirt and comfortable jeans, scolding yourself internally for the way your breath hitches upon seeing him.

“Come on in,” he says as he stands back. “Everyone has been banished to the living room. No one enters the kitchen without my Mom’s written consent,” he says with a loud chuckle.

“Hello, Marcus Pike,” you say with a little grin as you stand in front of him.

“Hello, Bunny,” he replies with a smile that matches yours before gesturing at your hands “Pie?”

“Two for today, one for you to take home or eat whenever,” you shrug.

You’re not sure what to expect, but you certainly weren't expecting his next movement. Without another word, he bent down and placed a kiss that slightly lingered on your cheek before pulling away and giving you a small thank you. Leaving you standing alone in the hallway as he whisked the pies out of your hands and took them down into the kitchen.

After a few moments, you slip off your shoes and made your way into the living room. Both families are engaging in general chit-chat whilst the kids are mesmerized by the Disney movie playing on the tv.

“Are you cold?” Marcus asks as he walks up from behind you and gently grabs at the sleeve of your coat.

“Oh, no. It’s lovely in here, I-uh-I just forgot to take it off,” you say, skin heating a little as he stands in front of you, unknowingly taunting you with a flash of dimple, “I'll go take it off.” You murmur before heading back towards the hallway as Marcus goes to chat with your brother.

You hang it up in the closet before stepping into the guest bathroom to take a quick look at yourself, admiring the dress you’d ordered after one too many glasses of wine. It was pretty. It was gorgeous, in fact. White with pink roses, a ruffled necklace, and a split that shows off a smidge of thigh. Innocent but with a hint of sexy. You’d worn it with one person in mind, and you take a deep breath before stepping out and wondering if he’ll even notice you in it.

He was pretty sure everyone in the room heard him gasp - the sight of you walking back into the room, wearing a dress that seemed tailor-made for you, and just about took his breath away.

“Look at you,” Mrs. Pike gushed as you blushed in the doorway, “You get more and more beautiful every time I see you.”

Marcus could tell you were a little embarrassed and noted the shiver of anxiety that seemingly ran through you as you stood there, fingers interlocking whilst staring down at the ground.

“So, who needs a beer?” He asked after clearing his throat and stepping towards you, giving you a small wink as he did so. “Think you can help me, Bunny?”

You follow him into the kitchen and watch as he leaned into the refrigerator, seeing the muscles in his back and shoulders stretch under the material of his shirt. You hate yourself for being unable to look away, and it wasn’t until he turns back around to you and starts popping the beer bottles down on the countertop that you’re able to look away from him.

“Bottle opener is in the top drawer,” he says before grabbing a few bottles of juice for the kids.

“I know,” you say with a grin, “I’ve been here before.”

You start to pop open the bottles, dropping the caps in the little glass container on the counter that Marcus’ dad kept there for recycling.

“You-uh, you look really nice,” he stutters as he scratches the back of his neck, “I mean, you always look nice, but yeah, you uh- you look beautiful. Really beautiful.”

You giggle at the bashful look on his face as you feel embarrassment heat up in yours, “Thank you, Marcus Pike.”

“You don’t have to use my full name, you know?” He teases back, both of you mirroring your conversation from last night.

“Oh, good to know,” you quip back with a wink.

You spent the next few hours chatting and catching up with the rest of Pike’s, stealing occasional glances at Marcus. Eventually, Mrs. Pike makes the announcement for dinner, and you just about skip into the dining room with excitement.

The table is set beautifully, and each dish is ready to be plated, making you just about drool in anticipation for the meal you’re about to feast on.

“You’re next to Marcus, dear,” Mrs. Pike announces as you look around the room.

He’s engaged in conversation with your father, who’s sat to his left as you sit down next to him. Mr. Pike takes charge of cutting the turkey and makes everyone say one thing they’re thankful for, hearing the usual, family, friendship, good health, and so on until it gets to you.

“What are you thankful for, bunny?” Mr. Pike asks with a charming grin, and it’s not hard to see where Marcus gets his from.

“Family,” you murmur, “Friends…” and just as he’s about to move on, you surprise yourself, “The chance to interview for a position within the FBI in DC.”

Half the table responds with their congratulations, the other half with surprise, and some with obvious disapproval.

“DC?” Your mother splutters. “That’s ridiculous. You can’t interview for a position in DC.”

“I haven’t responded to the invitation,” you squeak back, “Just thought it was nice that they’re thinking about me.” You shrug lightly and turn to Marcus, who’s next to answer the big question, and he immediately steps in to take the heat off of you.

“A new start, new beginnings, and the chance to see a wonderful new city,” he says before reaching down and giving your knee a reassuring squeeze.

Rest of the confessions over, you all dig into the seemingly endless supply of delicious food and chat amongst yourself. Purposely working hard to avoid your mother's glare as you eat your dinner.

“Can I be excused?” You ask as everyone finishes their meal, “I would like to finish preparing dessert if everyone’s ready for it.”

After a loud smattering of yeses and people cooing over your much anticipated dessert, you slip into the kitchen and finish the last bit of decoration.

Making sure to pop the store-bought and freshly reheated pumpkin pies on the tray for those who want them.

Just as you’re reaching into the fridge to grab the whipped cream, you hear footsteps behind you.

“Need any help?” Marcus’ voice calls out from the other side of the kitchen, “Thought you’d gotten lost in here.”

“Avoiding the daggers my mom is shooting from across the table,” you say with a giggle as you get the ice cream from the freezer, “I think I’ve gotten just about everything needed for dessert… Do you know of any strong, handsome men that would consider carrying in one of the trays for me?”

“I don’t know about handsome,” he blushes, “But I think I've got the strong part handled.”

“Eh, I think you’re doing pretty well in both departments,” you say with a giggle, “Let’s go eat.”

“Holy shit, bunny, it gets more delicious every time,” Marcus whispers into your ear after he demolishes his third piece of apple pie cheesecake.

You hate the way your thighs automatically clench together at his choice of words, completely innocent but somehow laced with some filthy unspoken desire that you couldn’t help but wish to hear in a completely different circumstance.

“Thank you, Marcus,” you glance over at him. “Hopefully, the one in the refrigerator will be just as delicious.”

“I have no doubts I'll be licking the pan clean,” he winks.

After dessert and football, your mom announces it’s time to leave the Pike’s in peace. You had spent the majority of the football game clearing up with your mom, listening to her rant about how interviewing in DC would be a silly mistake and how you’ll be crushed when they pick someone more experienced over you. Despite you informing her multiple times that it was entry-level.

The drive home is completely silent, you curse yourself for not taking your own car and making an excuse to go somewhere and wait in a line for some Black Friday shopping you didn’t want to do.

You practically skip upstairs to your bedroom, locking the door behind you and changing into a comfortable t-shirt and foregoing pajama pants.

You switch on some shitty holiday movie and get cozy in bed, trying to avoid thinking about the headache your mom is going to give you tomorrow when she inevitably grills you more and more about the interview.

The buzz from your phone makes you jump, and you groan as you roll over to pick it up.

Marcus Pike (1) new photo message.

A photo of the empty pie tray makes you giggle as you type out your reply.

Y: Wow! Someone was a hungry boy.

Marcus: Can never get enough of your pie. Would eat it every day. So good.

Y: You are aware of how filthy that sounds, right?

Marcus: Shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t. I am so sorry.

Y: Marcus, I’m playing with you. You’re adorable. No apologies needed.

Marcus: Meany. Thank you again, though. It was truly delicious, as always.

Y: You're welcome. Glad to see you’ve learned how to text a little better… No more signing your name?

Marcus: Oh, sorry ;-) - Marcus

Y: Ha ha. Thank you for your help today. Appreciated it.

Marcus: Anytime, bunny.

Y: Marcus, you do not need to keep calling me bunny.

Marcus: I like it.

Y: Ugh, I don’t. I’m not a little girl anymore, Pike.

Marcus: I’ve noticed.

You swallow the lump that forms in your throat, taking a large gulp of wine, and punch out your reply.

Y: Yeah? What have you noticed?

Marcus: You.

Marcus gulps as he types out the last text. You. He had noticed you. For the past 24 hours, he hasn’t been able to think of anything but how much he had been noticing you.

Y: Anything specific?

Marcus: Bunny…

Y: Marcus…

Marcus: You. I’ve noticed you. Everything about you. You’re different than before, still shy… but a little more confident. Looked gorgeous in that dress today too.

Y: You really think so?

Marcus: Yes, you’re gorgeous, bunny.

Y: You're gorgeous too. I’ve always thought so.

Marcus: Sweet girl.

Y: You think I'm sweet?

Marcus: I know you are… thinking about how sweet you are right now.

Y: You wanna find out?

Marcus: Bunny… this is a dangerous road for us to be going down.

You can’t ignore the disappointing feeling that starts to rise in your tummy.

Y: You don’t want me?

Marcus: I didn't say that. You’re a lot younger than me… you’re my best friend's little sister, and I just don’t want you to do something you might regret.

Y: I could never regret you.

Marcus: Sweet girl.

Y: You touched my knee earlier, and I thought I was going to melt, Marcus.

Marcus: Yeah? Fuck. Did I really affect you that much?

Y: Yes. You drive me insane. You have for years… Marcus, you don’t even know… you called me sweetheart at Christmas, and you have no idea what that did to me… what I did afterwards.

Marcus: Tell me.

He watches the text bubble pop up and disappear over and over again, and after the seventh or eighth time of watching the bubble disappear, he decides that he needs to check you’re okay. His finger hovers above the call button for a few seconds because pressing on it and slowly dragging it to his ear.

INCOMING CALL: MARCUS PIKE

“Fuck,” you groan as his name flashes up on your screen. With a tentative push of the button, you bring the phone to your ear and breathe out a breathy hello.

“Are you okay?” He blurts down the phone, “I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” The worry clearly dripping from each and every word and makes your whole chest clench.

“I’m fine,” you whisper back, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. You could never make me uncomfortable, Marcus.”

“Good. You-uh- you had me panicking there for a moment, sweetheart.”

He must have heard the shaky breath you exhaled the second the word left his lips, a silence lingering between the both of you for a few moments.

“Sorry,” he says barely above an audible whisper, “I didn’t think.”

“Please stop apologizing, Marcus. It’s fine, I’m just… I… I’ve had a bit of a crush on you for ages, and I just… I don’t want you to think of me as Mike’s silly little sister with a stupid little crush when it’s not just a cr—” you cut yourself off with a sigh, and much to your surprise, he responds with a small chuckle.

“I think we’ve both established you’re not little anymore,” he says, and you can almost hear the grin that’s splashed across his face.

“Yeah,” you purr back, “Good.”

“I’m not going to pretend you don’t have me intrigued as to what you did, though, sweet girl, but I won’t press you for an answer.”

You giggle down the phone, and it’s like music to his ears.

“I don’t think your mom would ever let me in her house again if she ever found out.”

“Can't say I was planning on sharing, sweetheart.”

“You’re doing that on purpose now, aren’t you?” You say with an exaggerated sigh.

“Mhmm, maybe…”

“Marcus…”

“Yes, Sweetheart.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m talking to you.”

“Oh.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m talking to you.”

“Bunny, do you not want to tell me?”

“I do. But I think you’ve already guessed.”

“I have an idea, but I don’t want to be presumptuous.”

“What do you think I did?”

He lightly scoffs, and it’s almost like you can hear his thoughts churning in his head; you’re certain he goes to speak a few times but stops himself each time.

“I think… fuck .”

“Do you think I snuck off and made myself cum to the thought of you calling me sweetheart?”

His voice drops lower than you’ve ever heard it, and you feel like you might just explode as he replies the deepest, “ Yes ” you’ve ever heard.

“That’s what I did.” You feel heat rise in your cheeks as you admit to it, a new bravery sweeping through you as you admit to the man that’s managed to unknowingly invade every thought you’d had for the past few years that you fucked your fingers in his parent's house whilst thinking of him.

“I bet you looked so fucking pretty,” he breathes out in response, voice still low, and somehow every word seems to be going straight to your pulsating core.

“Marcus,” you rasp out as you fight the urge to do something about the arousal creeping through your veins.

“Do you want to do it right now?” he asks, and a needy moan escapes through your lips, “Do you want to play with that pretty pussy, while I stroke my cock thinking about you? Thinking about how good you looked bent over the counter the other morning?”

“Yes,” you moan out as your fingers twist the bed sheets beneath you, “I want to hear you.”

“ Fuck ,” he grunts, and the sound of his phone dropping to his chest and his pants being kicked off floods through the speaker, “I’m so fucking hard for you, sweetheart. Can't stop thinking about how fucking pretty you are, how soft and so fucking sweet.”

The sound of him spitting into his hand makes your pussy clench as you reach into your panties and gasp at the amount of slick that’s coating your pussy. You smear a little across your little bundle of nerves and breathe out a moan of relief as you finally give your clit the attention it’s been screaming for - pulsating steadily under your hand as you rub perfect circles into it.

“Fuck,” Marcus grunts, “Feel good, baby?”

Another moan slips through your lips at the new endearment, and you want to beg for him to call you it over and over, “So fucking good, Marcus… Wi-wish it was you.”

“Yeah?” he growls as the sound of skin slapping against skin grows louder. “You want to feel my fingers in that tight little pussy?”

“Oh fuck , yes, yes,” you moan as your orgasm steadily draws closer, and you increase the pressure on your clit, rubbing harder and faster. The combined sounds of your moans and his groans coming together like the filthiest symphony ever created.

“Marcus, I’m gonna, I’m gonna come,” you gasp.

“Do it, baby, let me hear, fuck, I bet you look so pretty right now,” he rambles as he continues stroking his cock, wishing it was your warm heat clamped around him, bouncing up and down as he fucks up into you.

You come hard and fast with a moan of his name, and he quickly follows suit, the sounds of his grunts and groans being ripped through his throat with every pump and squeeze of his throbbing shaft, his bare stomach laced with ropes of his pearlescent spend.

“Holy shit,” he mutters as he reaches over to grab some tissues from his nightstand, “You okay over there?”

You giggle at his immediate concern for you as you slowly come out of your pleasure-filled haze.

“I’m good, really good. Are you okay?” you ask, and you shudder at the nervousness that had seeped in at the end of your question.

“Yeah, I’m good. That was uh— that was fucking incredible, baby.”

“It was… Holy shit, Marcus,” you blurt out as you fall into a fit of giggles, “That might have been my favourite Thanksgiving yet.”

“Yeah, I, I can’t say I was thrilled to be coming back,” he says before clearing his throat, “But you’ve certainly made it a nice homecoming.”

“Good, I'm glad I made the trip a little better… We should probably get some sleep,” you say after glancing at the time on your watch, “Speak tomorrow?”

“Shit, it’s late. I didn’t realize. Yeah, I’ll text you in the morning. Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Marcus Pike.”

That night you dream of him. Remembering pieces that you can’t quite fit together the next morning but enough to make your heart flutter with anticipation.

The house is eerily quiet as you make your way down into the kitchen, robe wrapped around you as the autumn chill makes itself known in every corner of your childhood home.

Your phone perched comfortably inside the pocket, waiting for a text from Marcus to light it up.

It doesn’t take long, you’re pouring the milk into your cheerios as it quietly vibrates against your hip.

Are you free for lunch today?

You abandon the task at hand and hastily type out a yes and wait impatiently for his next message to buzz through.

Pick you up by the playground at 12:30?

Your chest starts to pound with excitement as you type out your reply.

Sounds perfect. See you then, Marcus Pike.

His reply comes seconds later.

See you soon, sweetheart - Marcus Pike ;-)

The morning flies by in a tizzy, anxiety, and excitement bubbling up in your belly as you purposely avoid your Mom and her inevitable amount of questions about whether you want to interview in DC or not.

You ate your breakfast in a comfortable silence, but left the dishes in the sink as you heard her and your father make their way downstairs. Just narrowly missing them as you sprinted upstairs and immediately jumped into a slightly too hot shower. You style your hair as you usually would and put on minimal makeup before pulling out a sundress that’s definitely a little too short for the chilly weather.

You take the stairs two at a time after noticing your clock displaying 12:22, and just as you finish buttoning up your coat you hear your Mom call you into the next room.

“Where are you going in such a rush?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, “I didn’t know you were going out. You never said anything?”

“Seeing a friend for lunch, last minute plans. Won’t be more than a few hours.” You say with a halfhearted shrug.

“Who?”

“What?”

“Which friend?”

“Mom…,” you say with a slightly petulant eye roll, “Claudia. She’s home for thanksgiving. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Don’t go letting her fill your head with ideas about following suit and abandoning your hometown,” she calls out after you as you slam the front door just a fraction too hard.

He’s already waiting as you jog down towards the playground, the chill in the air making you curse yourself for not bringing a scarf. As you approach his car, the butterflies in your tummy seem to explode into three dozen more, but it doesn’t stop you from reaching out for the door handle the second it’s in reach and pulling it open.

“Hey,” he offers gently as you slide into his rental.

“Hey, yourself,” you offer back with a smile.

“Options are a leftovers sandwich made by yours truly at my house, everyone is out until the evening, so it’ll be pretty relaxed or if you’d prefer, we could find somewhere that’s open and eat out.”

You tap the bottom of your chin as if you’re really thinking about it before biting down on your bottom lip and slowly letting it roll out through your teeth, “Mhm. Rosa’s bakery is open until one. I vote for the first choice as long as we can swing by and grab a fresh loaf of her sourdough.”

“Sounds perfect,” he quips back before making his way toward the small town.

With a fresh loaf tucked up under your arm and two cream cakes nestled in a box under his, you follow him into the kitchen.

Few words had been spoken on the drive, the radio providing a comforting soundtrack to the already comfortable silence between you both.

“I’ll heat up the leftovers if you slice up the bread?” he asks whilst handing you a glass of wine.

“Sounds like a plan,” you murmur as you take a sip before setting it down on the counter.

“Thick or thin?” you ask as you pull out the chopping board and reach over to grab the bread knife from the block.

“Thick.”

Sandwiches made, wine glasses topped up, and a random Hallmark movie blaring out on the screen you’re both comfortably nestled in front of.

“So, we should probably talk about last night?” Marcus finally slips out as he takes a bite of his sandwich.

“Do you regret it?” You ask a little bit too quickly.

“No, of course not. No. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I did.”

He hums a content mhmm before diving into the rest of his sandwich. You both eat in silence and watch the shitty movie playing out in front of you.

It’s like it happens in slow motion, plates gone and forgotten about, the part of the movie where the girl realizes the boy was right there in front of her the entire time; Marcus’s hand slowly reaching around the back of the sofa and resting on your shoulder.

You turn to look at him, and he’s already staring at you, neither of you really sure who made the first move, but before you can register it’s really happening, his mouth is pressed against yours, breathing you in and silently begging you entry, his tongue licking your bottom lip like a silent prayer that promises salvation at the altar that would only exist when the two of you finally slot yourselves together.

It doesn’t take long until you’re straddling him, mouth wrestling with his as your tongues fight for dominance. His hands trail down the expanse of your body as yours tangle up in his hair.

He forces his lips off of yours and whispers, “Are you sure you want this?”

And after a rather enthusiastic ‘yes,’ you’re being led up to his bedroom, your fingers interlocked with his.

He walks you into his room and sits down on the edge of his bed, pulling you onto his lap, “We don’t have to do this. We can just talk or watch a movie, sweetheart.”

“Marcus, I'm in your room. I'm pretty sure I've ruined these panties, and I'm saying yes.”

“Fuck,” he grunts as he pulls you in for another kiss before laying you down on his bed, his hands slowly rubbing up your thighs before suddenly stopping and pulling away from you, “Sweetheart, you’re fucking soaked.”

You can feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment as his hands swipe back up and through the slick that had slowly been dripping from the moment he first picked you up, “I’m sor-” you attempt to choke out, but he silences you with a quick kiss.

“Don’t apologise. It’s fucking sexy,” he murmurs as he pulls your panties down your legs and throws them to the side, “Can I taste you?” He grunts out as you feel him press his clothed rock-hard cock into the meat of the thighs.

A little anxiety rises in your stomach as you play back his question, “Oh, you don’t have to! I know men don’t actually like doing that…”

His laugh throws you, and you swallow the lump that forms in your throat, “Boys maybe, but men, men fucking love eating pussy… Do you not enjoy it?” He asks as he tucks a finger under your chin and pulls your face up level with his.

“I-uh-I, I don’t actually know,” you admit quietly.

“Sweetheart, have you ever…? Had?”

“I’ve had sex,” you say bluntly, “With my college boyfriend, but he never wanted to do that. He said it’s just for porn.”

“Oh, sweet girl,” he says with a flash of annoyance, “He never got you ready before he fucked you?”

You shake your head as he peppers a gentle kiss on your thigh.

“Can I?” He asks again, “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop immediately.”

You nod your head in agreement and gently brush his cheek with your thumb, and he reaches up to grab your hand, “Baby, I'm going to need to hear you say it.”

Unconsciously you nod again before giving him the verbal confirmation he was asking for.

You can’t believe the gasp that escapes your lips as he slowly drags a finger through your folds, opening you up and praising your ‘pretty, pretty pussy’ and licking a stripe up from your entrance to your clit. He hums in approval at the taste of you, his tongue working magic on your clit as you adjust to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure being pulled from you with every flick of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, Marcus,” you whimper as your hands move into his hair, your hips beginning to roll on their own accord, chasing his tongue and your forthcoming orgasm, “Don’t stop,” you blurt out as you feel it threaten to rip through you.

The sound of you begging drives him insane as he continues devouring your pussy, salivating at the taste and smell of you, whilst trying to ignore the way his cock is straining hard against his zipper.

He can’t believe it. Never in his wildest dreams could he imagine that you could have been wanting him this badly. He tries to ignore the way he can feel warmth rise in his chest every time you moan his name. His mind is running one hundred miles a second as you reach your crest, and he wants nothing more than to pull you close to him and keep you there for as long as he can, but he knows he can’t make the same mistakes as before.

He doesn’t know what this is, you don’t know what this is, but what he does know is he wants to show you how you deserve to be treated, to be touched, to be fucked .

He groans in delight as you soak his face with your arousal, breathing out the most delicious moans and whimpers he’s ever heard as he continues to lick at suck at your clit throughout your high.

Your chest heaves up and down as your vision starts to become less blurry, the high of your orgasm slowly starts coming down, and you have to gently push his face away from your pussy to stop him from continuing the little kitten licks to your overstimulated bud.

He brings his face up to yours, and you bite your lip, the sight of your arousal coating his mouth and chin makes you clench around nothing, and he makes no effort to clean it off as he brings you in for another kiss. Refusing to hold back, he kisses your mouth like he’s been deprived of your lips for years, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and gently dragging his teeth over it. He swallows each of your moans as they stream effortlessly into his mouth. Your hands run down his back, grabbing at the tight muscles and slowly running your fingertip down it until you’re reaching the hem of his shirt. You slowly pull it up, and he begrudgingly breaks the kiss to let you rip it off of him.

The heat of his body is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before as he envelopes you in his warmth, peppering the gentlest yet hungriest kisses down your neck whilst rolling the strap of your dress down and off your shoulders. He moves back off you, and a silent command is given to continue taking off your dress. You unbutton the few buttons on the front and roll the dress off of your body, and he rips off his belt and frees himself from his jeans.

Your breath hitches when you see the little spot of wetness on his boxers from where he’s been steadily leaking precum.

“I want to taste you,” you blurt out as he frees himself from his boxers, his thick cock swinging heavily between his legs - the tip almost purple with need, “Can I suck your cock?”

“Oh, baby,” he grunts as he slots himself back between your legs and reaches around to unclasp your bra, “I’d fucking love to feel your lips around me, but I don’t think I’m going to last very long as it is. I’d really like to fuck you if that’s okay?”

“Please,” you beg in response, “Please fuck me.”

“I’ve got some condoms in my drawer,” he says before giving your lips a fleeting kiss.

“I’m on birth control,” you answer back, “And I’m clean. Was checked at my last physical, and I’ve not had sex since… I’d really like to feel you.”

“I’m clean too. Got a physical when I started in DC, and I've used condoms on the two occasions I-uh- hooked up.”

You nod at him and bite down on your lip with the sweetest expression etched upon your delicate face, and it just about drives him insane. He gently runs a finger through your folds and slowly pushes it into your entrance just to check you’re ready.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans as he lines himself up with you, kissing you once more before gently pushing the tip in, “Tell me if you want me to stop, sweetheart?”

He grunts as you clamp down around him. He’s barely inside, but the way you reacted to him calling you sweetheart was nearly enough for him to blow his load immediately. “Relax for me, honey,” he coos as you take a deep breath. He’s thick, much thicker than your ex and you can’t help but whimper at the pinch of him. “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?” He immediately asks as your face contorts beneath him.

“No, baby, please, don’t stop,” you beg, and he has to internally tell himself not to tell you how much he liked hearing you call him baby, “Keep going.”

He inches himself into you, slowly letting you adjust as he’s completely sheaths inside of you, little grunts channeling out of his mouth as your walls flutter around the girth of him. The warmth and tightness of you is almost overwhelming, almost enough to milk him of his spend without him having to move.

His left hand moves up to your breast and gently rolls your puckered nipple between his finger and his thumb, bringing his mouth down to, sucking it gently for a few seconds before repeating his actions on the other one.

It’s only when you start begging him to move that he grinds his hips, his lips engulfing yours as he kisses your mouth with fervor, slowly, he begins dragging his cock in and out of your heat, pushing hard enough to reach that spot that has you seeing stars. Never before has penetrative sex ever felt so good for you; the only clitoral stimulation is the coarse patch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing your bundle of nerves. “Faster,” you beg, and he grunts in response, his hips moving faster and faster, and eventually, your own start to move quick enough to meet his. The feeling of him buried deep inside of you sends you over the edge, and you just about scream his name as you clamp down around him hard, your arousal gushing and flooding his cock and thighs. White hot pleasure courses throughout your body, and you swear you can feel him everywhere.

“Good girl, such a good fucking girl,” he praises over and over until he can’t take it anymore, and he’s filling you up - covering your fluttering walls with his cum, the heat of him making you moan in delight.

He collapses on top of you, making sure his arms bear the weight of him, his head buried into your neck, both of your chests heaving up and down as you try to regain your composure.

“Wow,” you eventually breathe out, “That was so much better than I’ve ever imagined.”

He chuckles into the soft skin of your neck and slowly brings his face up to yours, “How often have you imagined it?”

“Shut up, Marcus Pike,” you giggle as you pull him in for a kiss.

He pulls away and sits back on his haunches, looking down at you, hair tousled, skin glistening with a shimmering layer of sweat, “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know? You are gorgeous, bunny.”

You bite your lip as he gets up and makes his way into the en-suite bag to grab a damp cloth to clean you up, biting down the urge to compliment how cute his butt is as he does so.

The gentle way he cleans you up makes your chest fill with warmth. He took extra care whilst dragging it, wiping it against your clit, and then he climbed into bed behind you and held you as you both drifted off to sleep.

He held you tighter than you’d ever been held, and you slept more comfortably than you have in a long time.

“Shit,” you hiss at the sight of his alarm clock reading 4:28 pm. “Marcus, baby,” you murmur as you shuffle around in his arms to face him, covering his face in little kisses to wake him up, “Baby, your parents will be back soon, and I’ve gotta get home.”

He groans before pulling you closer to him, and you giggle at his softness. “Could keep you snuggled up in my bed forever,” he says, kissing you between every word.

You hum back, “And when you go back to DC tomorrow evening, and your parents find me in your bed, how do I explain that?”

“Well, I’d just have to take you back with me,” he says with a wink.

You both dress in silence, stealing the occasional glance before continuing to straighten yourselves out.

“Ready, sweetheart?” He asks whilst reaching his hand out for you to take.

“Are you calling me sweetheart to get me back into your bed, Agent Pike?”

“Fuck,” he hisses, “Call me that again, and I drop to my knees right here, sweetheart.”

“Mhm, good to know what gets you going, Agent,” you wink.

The radio hums quietly on the drive back, he’d agreed to drop you off at the playground again but said he wouldn’t move until you texted him once you’re back inside your house, and you rolled your eyes but agreed.

His hand rests comfortably on your thigh, squeezing gently every now and then. It isn’t until he pulls up to the spot he’d picked you up at that he begins to speak.

“I don’t want you to think I’m saying this for selfish reasons or because of what happened between us, but I really think you should consider interviewing in DC,” he says before interlocking his fingers in yours. “You shouldn’t miss opportunities because the people you love are guilt-tripping you into staying close. But you also shouldn’t do things because other people are telling you to. I just think you should really think about it. Think about where’s best for you and for your career.” He brings your hand up to his lips, softly kissing the back of it.

You offer him a wide smile in response and nod a few times before giving him one last kiss, “Will I see you before you leave?”

“I was really hoping so,” he answers with a grin, “Breakfast?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Text me the second you’re inside?”

“I promise,” you reply with another eye roll, “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

You skip back towards the house, only turning to give him a little wave once, and the second you’re inside and kicking off your shoes, you send him the text you’d promised.

“Finally,” your mom calls out from the kitchen, “It’s after five.”

“You know I’m well into my twenties, Mom,” you shoot back as she gives you the once over, “I don’t need to be coddled.”

“No one is coddling you, bunny, you just need to be more mindful about coming and going while you’re staying in our house.”

You scoff at her words, anger boiling in your stomach as her insistence that you move back home after you graduate replays in your mind.

“I moved back because you practically gave me no other choice,” you say as you start to walk back out of the kitchen, resisting the urge to groan as you hear her footsteps right behind you, “I’m not going to argue with you, mama, but I’m also not going to let you dictate my life. I said no to California and Montana because of you, but I’m not going to miss the opportunity to work in DC.”

“He’s 12 years older than you, bunny,” she says with a raised eyebrow, “Let's not pretend that the job is the real reason you’re considering DC.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I can see the playground from the kitchen window, I saw you get out of his car.”

You scoff and turn on your heels as you march up to your bedroom.

You pace around for a few moments, not sure what you want to do, and then you’re doing it.

Dialing the number that you’ve had written down on a post-it and pressed against your mirror for almost a week.

“Hello, can I speak with Eleanor Smith?” You ask with a shaky breath.

Within two minutes, you have settled on a date to interview, the following Monday at 10 am sharp at FBI headquarters in DC.

No matter what happens, no matter whether you get offered the position or not, you’re standing your ground and taking charge of your own career - without anyone else in mind.

Marcus texts you a few times throughout the evening, his family occupying all his time and dragging him out for dinner on his last night before flying back to DC.

You decide you’ll inform him that you’re interviewing at breakfast.

You meet him in the same spot he dropped you off, sliding into the passenger seat and greeting him with a kiss.

“Hey,” you murmur against his lips.

“Hi, baby.”

He drives you to a breakfast diner, and you settle into the booth in front of him.

“Excited to get home?” You ask as he skims through the menu.

“Excited to sleep in my own bed, I guess,” he says with a small shrug of his shoulders.

“Mhmm,” you hum as sadness fills out across your chest, “Do you ever miss it here?”

He clicks his tongue before looking up at you, “Sure, I do. I mean, I miss the people, the familiarity and stuff… But sometimes, it’s nice to be away from it all. There is shit here that haunts me every time I come back, but there is also a lot of stuff that I'm really fucking happy to see as well. I know in my head and my heart that right now, DC is where I need to be.”

You nod your head a few times before glancing down at the menu despite having already decided on blueberry pancakes.

“Did you think about it at all?” He asks as he scans the menu again.

“Yes,” you answer, unsure of whether you’re ready to tell him about the interview.

He talks to you about his job, his apartment, and about his partner at work. You hang off every word, asking questions, him countering with his own every time you hit him with a new one.

Before you know it, you’ve been there for over two hours, and he’s becoming more and more cautious of the time and that he needs to pack his stuff ready for his flight and pop around to his siblings and see his nieces and nephews before he goes home.

He insists on paying for breakfast and refuses your offer of leaving the tip. He holds your hand as you make your way back to his car, and he walks around to the passenger side and opens your door for you, stealing a long and passionate kiss before you climb in and closes the door for you.

An air of awkwardness haunts the ride back to your house, his hand rests on your thigh as it had done the last few trips in his car, and he gives you those reassuring squeezes every time he senses you need it, but it feels different.

“I-uh-” you start to say as he pulls up to the bottom of your drive. He foregoes dropping you off down the block a little, and you lose your nerves and instead wish him a safe flight and hope to see him again at Christmas if he makes the trip back.

“I’m going to miss you, bunny,” he admits with a slight smile, “Can't believe I've been so in the dark over all of this.”

You shrug your shoulders and lean over to kiss him, “Well, at least you know now. You can always give me a call on those lonely nights.”

“What about the nights when I just need to hear your voice?”

Your heart stutters in your chest, you didn’t expect that, and you bite down on your lip to suppress the words threatening to spill out.

“You can call me anytime.”

He kisses you again, neither of you caring about the fact that you’re right outside of your house.

“See you, Marcus Pike.”

“See you, sweetheart.”

Those scenes from those terrible Hallmark movies where the guy or girl runs through the airport play on a loop in your mind.

It’s not quite like that.

Instead, it’s your dad speaking up for you as your mom scoffs and tuts at you for taking your future into your own hands. Booking a last-minute trip that you barely had time to pack for and your Dad driving just a little over the speed limit to ensure you don’t miss your flight.

It’s looking around the departure lounge for a sight of him that you never catch and spending the short time in the airport trying to work out if you’re even on the same flight as him.

He told you that he turns his phone onto airplane mod the second he steps into the airport, being self-conscious that he’ll forget to once he boards his plane, so you aren’t surprised when all of your calls go straight to voicemail.

You board the plane almost last, scanning the aisles for him and breathing out a disappointed sigh as you reach your seat, and you’ve still not spotted him.

Anxiety rises in the pit of your stomach as the plane takes off, and you realize that you’ve yet to book a hotel and or a rental car in DC.

It eases about an hour and forty-five minutes in - once the seatbelt signs have been switched off and a movie you’re not really paying attention to officially bores you to the point of no return.

He’s stalking down the aisle, staring down at the floor as he makes his way to his seat, which is four rows in front of your own.

You sit for about twenty-five minutes trying to work out what to say, and eventually, you give up, just unbuckling your seatbelt and taking a few tentative steps until you’re standing at the end of his aisle.

He glances up, clearly thinking you're a stewardess, and he gets ready to politely wave you away before he does a double take and rips out his earbuds.

“I-uh, I have a big interview for this incredible opportunity on Monday, and I completely forgot to book a hotel and a rental car… Any chance you could help me out?”

Butterflies take flight in your tummy as that gorgeous dimple makes an appearance, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he nods, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

#marcus pike #pedro pascal #marcus pike smut #Marcus pike fic #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x female reader #marcus pike x oc #the mentalist fanfiction #the mentalist #my fanfiction #my fanfic #pedro pascal characters

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thinking about mike being miserable when will moved away to cali and then not only throughout those 6 months he thought will was distancing himself from mike (not getting calls or letters) and ignoring all the years of history they had, he also thought will had a crush on a girl and brought the painting for HER to his and mikes REUNION at the airport !! n then he thought will was STILL ignoring him at the roller rink, and to make matters worse , will keeps trying to repair mike's and el's relationship even as mike desperately tries to convince will that el and him ARENT destined, it WASNT fate that they met and that meeting each other was STUPID LUCK

mike was getting his emotions kicked in the ass and spat on and left to die bro he got emotionally mugged 😭😭😭

#byler #mike wheeler

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eclipsebyler · 2 years

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Will and Mike’s relationship has everything El and Mike’s relationship lacks.

Meeting El in the woods isn’t fate nor destiny, because it’s just simple dumb luck — Mike doesn’t only think that, he believes it. It’s the truth.

In Mike’s perspective — they only met by pure chance, by accident. They aren’t meant to be together in the long run. Or maybe they weren’t meant to be for each other at all, because he thinks El just needed someone, not him specifically.

And then you got him declaring a love confession to El by the end of the season, saying a completely different narrative:

Doesn’t sound so convincing, does it? (It looks like El doesn’t believe it herself.)

Ironically, the only flashback we see of Mike and Eleven's "love" throughout the monologue is that exact moment: their meeting in the woods — a scene full of contradictory statements from Mike.

On one hand, he says they just met out of pure dumb luck. And then he turns around and says his life started that moment. Which is the truth? Well you can scroll back above or rewatch it. Because it's right there.

Mike isn’t alone in these thoughts, however, about their relationship.

El doesn’t see herself with Mike and their relationship to last in the future. It’s implied when she pertained to him as her first boyfriend, meaning she could meet more people:

She also questioned whether Mike still loves her or not. Even with Mike sending her a bunch of letters and focusing on her when they reunited at the airport and spent the day in Rink-O-Mania — she picks up on his lack of affection.

In El’s perspective — Mike doesn’t love her for who she truly is, that he just sees her for her superpowers. And when she lost it, that’s where their love ends. This letter is explanatory in itself. From, El. Not Love, El.

Mike and Eleven’s relationship throughout the seasons has developed to the both of them thinking the other doesn’t love and need them anymore. To them not seeing their relationship to last in the future. To them doubting their own self worth because of each other. And you expect me to believe a love confession full of contrasting statements would just fix all of that?

It’s so easy to just let El hear the word I love you from Mike, and Mike hear El say she needs him, and for them to communicate to resolve that. But the show had to go through all these lengths only for it to be resolved by one person: Will.

Mike heard El needs him from Will. El heard Mike loves her because of Will. Will’s love for the both of them is what fixed their problem.

And interestingly, comparing from the points above - Will and Mike’s relationship has everything Mike and Eleven’s relationship lacks.

Approaching Will in the first day they met, in their kindergarten’s swings, was Mike’s choice. It’s not by chance or fate. He went to him by himself, asked him to be his friend and to him — meeting Will is the best thing he’s ever done.

Will on the other hand, who’s canonically in love with Mike, sees himself with him not just on a certain period of time - but also in the future.

Loving Mike and spending time with him is something he would do for the rest of his life. It’s not just a childhood crush that he can get over with so easily. Especially considering they’ve known each other for 10 years and are best friends. He will always need him. And without him, he would feel lost.

And Mike feels the same way. He couldn’t lose, Will. Home isn’t the same without him.

They both canonically make each other feel like they’re better for the way they are. Will doesn’t feel like a mistake when he’s with Mike and he makes him feel better for being different. And Mike is the heart of the party and he’s not someone who should feel useless because there will always be people who needs him. Will’s painting had made him realize that.

In good days and in bad days, Will and Mike will always be together.

Them being endgame and canon is going to close both of their arcs beautifully, and it’s not just because they’re a gay ship, but because that’s literally what the show has been building up to. I don’t think the writers put so much effort in their bond only for it to amount to nothing and waste all of it. Remember when they took most of the day filming the van scene? And literally how every scene of them has such beautiful cinematography and dialogue?

Yeah. We are so getting that Byler endgame (and Milkvan bones) in Season 5.

#byler #byler is so endgame coded #platonic elmike is superior #you all will see the light soon #can't wait to get out of this messy love triangle #willelmike moments in s5 where they all coexist peacefully

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latoyalestrange · 8 months

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THE FOOL

p. pascal x f!oc

Masterlist | Playlist

Summary: Naela wonders if her dream is worth her efforts. She's 25 now, and she's seen dozens of people's careers take off years before hers. Why can't she catch a break?

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: A lil childhood trauma thrown in there, loneliness, a quarter-life crisis. I'll make up for it, dw. Not edited bc I do what I want lol.

Taglist: @marvel-sw-lover , @lokislittle , @red-red-rogue

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CHAPTER ONE -- HALF TRUTH

The beautiful in-between, the calm before the storm, or as Naela liked to call it, pure hell. The days, weeks, sometimes months she waited for her manager to call her with a verdict. She busied herself with her second job (the only one making her money) and other auditions in this period, but there was always a sense of existential-level dread that hung over her like a dark cloud everywhere she went. She could zone out for as long as her environment would let her, either daydreaming about getting the role or reminding herself of what she could've done better.

She was doing just that when she felt her phone buzzing on the leather booth next to her. She knew it could only be two people, her boyfriend or her manager. She recalled her last audition, a nameless Netflix show where, if she were to miraculously get the part, she would be a key character to the story. Tons of lines, a romance sub-plot, and even some character development. She also hated to admit it, but she really hoped it wasn’t her boyfriend.

It’s not that she didn’t love him, she did, but she loved acting so much more. They’d been together for close to three years. She had met him in her senior year at UCLA and they were a match ever since.

Sure enough, it was her manager, Mike's, name on her screen. Every single time he called, it left her breathless for a second. A familiar tightness in her chest and empty expression returned. She answered and hesitantly put the phone to her ear.

"Hello--"

"Naela!" She pulled her phone away, letting her eardrums recover. "Naela! Naela Rivera!"

"What? Why are you yelling?" She questioned him in a hushed tone, not wanting to attract attention on her break.

"You got the part! You're gonna be on a Netflix show!"

She was silent for a moment, then laughed, "What?" He must be joking.

"I'm serious! The Casting Director just called, the show is called Narcos, and you fly out to Columbia in two weeks." Silence again.

"I have work--"

"Hello?? So quit! You'll be shooting for six months anyway. Listen, I'll let you process this but I already told them yes. I'll send everything over." She blinked away the surprise on her face and nodded.

"O-okay, yeah, thanks..." She heard the line disconnect, but she held her phone up to her ear, still stunned, frozen.

God...this was everything she's ever wanted. She instantly thought of her fourteen-year-old self walking dogs, running lemonade stands, and babysitting every chance she got to save up. Then her at fifteen, getting her first job under the table and putting every bill they gave her in a jar. Then her at eighteen, spending so much of it to move to Los Angeles. Lastly, her now, at twenty-five...working forty-hour weeks, auditions on her days off and sometimes having to choose between an audition fee or food. On top of that, fighting with her boyfriend when she told him about her breakout role. Apparently she chose the job to spite him, knowing she’d be able to cheat on him with the illusion of it being part of her job. Eventually she convinced him that it was just a job and that she loved him, but all she kept thinking was how he should be happy for her. She wondered what her future self looked like.

The next two weeks were a blur of signing contracts, packing, setting up a direct deposit with her landlord, calling her family to tell them the news and mentally preparing herself when the madness ceased just a few days before her flight.

Even then it still didn't feel real when she got to the airport, stepped on the plane, or when she finally landed in Columbia. If the temperature change wasn't enough, the live tropical plants that decorated the airport definitely made her realize she was far from home. To Naela's surprise, and her dread, Mike was waiting for her outside of the terminal. Glasses, linen button up, slacks and all. He jogged over to her, his arms open for a hug. she reluctantly reciprocated, side-hugging him back.

"Oh, Naela, so glad to be here for you. This place is paradise! Have you seen the lounge yet?"

She gave him a tired smile, "No, I just got off the plane--"

"Right, right, getting ahead of myself. Go get yourself a juice or something, I'll go get your bags." He jogged off to baggage claim, that same chipper smile on his face. Naela stood there for a moment, confused. He wasn't normally so excited or helpful. She shook her head and turned to start towards the lounge, which looked a little crowded with chatting patrons. She weaved through the couches and tables to get to the juice bar with an array of selections and fresh fruit toppings. Naela, taking advantage of all the options, made a cocktail of pinapple juice, frozen mango, lemon, and orange. Taking one sip lifted a small weight off of her shoulders. Her first taste of paradise and fucking making it after all those years. A proud smile shown lightly through her jet-lag RBF.

The moment was short-lived, however, when Mike found her, her two large suitcases rolling behind him and her heavy duffle slung over his shoulder. He instantly dropped the patterned bag at her feet, his chest heaving a bit.

"Had no idea your bags were this heavy..." Naela repressed a chuckle as she saw her manager struggle and humble himself.

"I got it, thanks," she replied cheekily, taking both suitcases in her hands and carrying her duffle with ease. He looked shocked for a moment, then led her towards the exit. She smiled to herself as his back was turned.

Once they were outside, it was still just as crowded, but much, much, hotter. The humidity alone was bad enough but the early afternoon sun was brutal. She was sweating already, even under the shade of the building. She reluctantly took off her hoodie, which she was sure left her hair frizzy, just adding to the look. She wiped away the beads of moisture forming on her face, making her realize her deodorant was packed away in her suitcase. Luckily, she didn't have to suffer for long, the shuttle with the film company text on the side pulled into the drive after just a few minutes. Mike instantly opened the door and sat himself down in the farthest seat.

The driver, however, got out to help Naela put her bags in the trunk, at which point, four other men gathered around the shuttle to do the same. She didn't even notice them waiting with her, but she did now. Two of them were dressed more comfortably, like her, and the other two looked more polished, and professional. She immediately made the connection, more actors and their mangers.

Once her luggage was tucked away, she joined Mike in the air-conditioned van, not saying a word. The inside of the car was incredibly clean, it looked brand new and smelled that way too.

The next passenger to climb inside was older than Naela for sure. Some scruffy stubble shaped his cheekbones and sharp jaw perfectly, and he had the same curly, frizzy hair Naela had. He wasted no time sitting himself right next to her and giving her a polite smile.

"Hey, I'm Pedro," he introduced himself, a little breathless from the heat. He extended his muscular hand for her to take. She instantly look it and smiled brightly back at him.

"Naela." She added, feeling his hand totally engulf hers.

"You have a beautiful name, Naela. Nice to meet you." Other people were still getting into the car, and she could hardly focus, due in part to his confidence.

"Thank you--" Another man reached over from the row of seats in front of them and offered his hand as well.

"Boyd Holbrook. I've already met Pedro, but not you." Wow. Was every actor going to be this attractive? She already felt out of place by the second one.

"Naela. Nice to meet you." She shook his hand just as she did Pedro's. Boyd's were a bit softer, but hers were still small in comparison. He nodded, smiling and turned around to face the driver again, who was just starting the van.

The drive to the studio was mostly silent, very bumpy, but luckily not very long. When she saw all the trailed lined up outside of the warehouse, it finally sunk in. The biggest set she'd ever been on, and she was one of the stars. Everyone went their separate ways after getting out of the shuttle, and Mike led her to her trailer. Her very own trailer. It even had her name on the door. Once she got inside, she set her luggage down and looked around in awe.

"Okay, Naela! This is your home for the next six months." She didn't respond as she spotted the back bedroom, instantly going in to check it out.

"Don't forget the cast dinner at six, okay?" He called to her once she disappeared behind the curtain partition.

"Okay!" She answered. At times like these, she wondered if she really needed a manager that badly. She looked around a bit more, unpacked some things, then started getting ready. Only after she turned on the AC, though.

By five-thirty, she was ready. She put on a red two-piece sundress with sleeves that hung off her shoulders. That particular shade of red she loved; she was always told it complimented her tan skin. She refreshed her dry curls and put on some comfortable nude heels. She couldn't bare putting makeup on with the heat, so she just brushed through her brows and put a light layer of mascara on her lashes.

She knew she was early, but she also knew it couldn't hurt to get to know some of her castmates beforehand. She told herself she didn't have anyone specific in mind. To her surprise, however, she found mostly every seat filled when she arrived at the patio.

Most people didn't look up when she rounded the corner, but as soon as Pedro saw her, he started waving her over.

"Naela! Your seat is here." She was sure everyone could see her blush, everyone's eyes on her as she joined them at the table.

"Ah, there's my Lucia! The Golden Trio is all here." The director added. Wait. The Golden Trio?

He sat at the very end of the table, Boyd on one side and her and Pedro on the other. He outstretched his hand. No...that means Pedro is...Javi? She recalled the scenes she performed at the casting call with a character named Javi. From what she gathered, their characters were friends with benefits.

Out of politeness, she obliged and met his hand with hers. "Thank you, sir," was all she could think to say. Once she sat next to Pedro, she finally allowed herself to take in the scenery. Lush fruit trees grew over the courtyard and a grand fountain stood tall in the center.

"Exhausted yet?" Pedro muttered, leaning toward her.

She chuckled, "I don't think I've ever been so tired. I slept on the plane, too."

"I know, somehow sleeping made me more tired," He laughed in response, then continued, "Do you like your trailer? Definitely not what I'm used to."

She shook her head, "No, me neither. It's making my apartment look bad." They laughed again in unison. Unnoticed by Naela, Boyd was smirking over at Pedro, shaking his head too.

The extra twenty minutes they had before the dinner went by fast along with the flow of their conversation, which never stopped, aside from some interjections by Boyd and Joanna. It was honestly refreshing for her. Before they knew it, the table was being set with colorful fruits and vegetables, arepas and other appetizers, an entire roast pig for the main course, and cholado for dessert. Normally Naela would be put off by the entire pig in front of her, but she hadn't eaten a full meal in the 36 hours it took to get there.

After giving each other a few quiet moments to eat, Pedro was the first to start up the conversation again with "So Naela," he washed down his last bite with a fruity cabernet, "Tell me about your family."

She took a deep breath, "I grew up in San Antonio. It's just me, my mom and my brother, Sebastian. He helps my mom run her restaurant.”

"You guys must be close. No boyfriend, then?" he mused.

"Yes, actually. He’s Josh." she laughed. "What about you?"

"It's just me and my siblings now." His response wasn't wounded, it was more accepting than anything.

"I'm sorry," she replied instinctively. "I don't know if I could recover from that. You were right about my family being close." She chuckled painfully.

"Thank you. They make it better...they really do." He took another greedy sip from his wine glass. "I had a feeling you were Lucia," he added.

"Is that so?" she replied sheepishly, trying to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks again by looking down at the table.

"Mhm," he hummed confidently. "Listen, if at any point theres something that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me." He leaned in closer, making sure to look her in the eye as he said this.

She nodded, "Thank you, Pedro. I appreciate that." She wasn't sure if it was the wine or the company, but she could tell by the flushed feeling she had that her entire face was red. If Pedro noticed, he didn't say anything.

They continued talking as they waited for everyone to finish. Once conversation lulled and everyone was feeling even more tired from such a filling meal, the director stood at the end of the table to announce, “Alright, everyone...go get some sleep. Table reading is inside, tomorrow at 7 AM. It's gonna be a long day of reading but you'll live." A few actors chuckled but most did not. Naela stretched as she stood, she felt like she'd been sitting forever.

"Goodnight, Naela." Pedro stood too, and Naela had to fallow his eyes upward to maintain eye contact. She could feel a pit in her stomach form. Hm, didn't realize he was that tall.

"Night, Pedro..." She hesitated, smiled tiredly up at him, then finally turned to go back to her trailer. His eyes lingered for just a bit too long as she walked away, but eventually Boyd snapped him out of it by patting his back and saying his goodbyes as well.

It felt so fucking good to get ready for bed that night. She was in her comfortable clothes again at last and she was clean. She dimmed the lights and decided to scroll on social media for a bit. She came across an ad for Game of Thrones, and remembered Pedro had mentioned being in the previous seasons.

Needless to say, her curiosity got the best of her and she looked up "got pedro pascal scenes".

Holy shit.

This job just keeps getting harder and harder.

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Ok, since you were friendly with bylers, I want to actually know your own interpretation from some scenes that we as bylers sometimes use as bylers proofs, but mileven ones.

*I am just asking this on anon because the last time I tried to be friendly with a mileven off anon and just ask something, I received a wave of hate from a lot of milevens on my asks*

Ok, your thoughts about:

Mike claiming that his relationship with El is love at first sight, when the duffers made clear that they don't believe in it and they made fun of that trope with Argyle and Eden (while Mike is really annoyed by it behind them)

What do you think about the difference between mileven break up scene and byler rain fight, with Will being devastated and El hanging out and being really happy with Max after. Why do you think they decided to joke about it even when all other couples that broke up had been taken serious, like stancy.

About the fact that they made Max assure El that Mike would be at her door crying for forgiveness and at the same episode Mike goes to Will's door instead to scream "I'm sorry" and actually accepting that what he said to Will was wrong instead of blaming other as he did to El ("Max corrupting her" instead of understanding that she is mad because he lied).

Are you satisfied with the fact that the duffers used Will's feelings to save Mike and Els relationship?

The fact that El NEVER once said something that she likes about Mike or complimented him or tried to know what he likes or his interests, what leads to Mike to think that to her, he is just a random nerd and she is going to leave him for whatever reason (his words before Will's speech to him)

The fact that for some reason, Mike hides from Will what's the real problem in their relationship and says to Will that he need to say something but if he said "that thing" he would lose El, even tho he just needs to say "ily" and there is no reason to believe he is going to lose her, since she asked him for it.

Why do you think Mike acted the way he did with Will at the airport if it's confirmed that Mike don't know and don't even suspects that Will is gay nor in love with him?

What do you think about the writers choice to have a focus on Els memories with Max with Max saying "there is more to life than stupid boys" right after the monologue and El and Mike aren't talking after what's suppose to save their their relationship problems.

There are more things I would like to ad but those ones I really want to know what you think. I'm asking you this because you look like you are going to awser seriously without being bitter about it. Also, if you want to know bylers thoughts about all of this, let me know, I would explain to you our interpretation of it.

(I'm sorry you've gotten hate from people, that sucks.)

1) I don't know if it was actually love at first sight, I think Mike just said that because he was trying to say anything to save El. I do think he truly loves her, but he fell in love with her more gradually throughout season 1, not at first sight. And in hindsight, sometimes when you really love someone, it feels like it was immediately when you met them even if it wasn't. So Mike might have just felt like he loved her immediately and said it that way in a high pressure situation, that doesn't mean it's completely accurate to what actually happened, memories can be unreliable too. And the Duffers say lots of things, and sometimes they are inconsistent. That happens, they're human. Also, where's the proof that they said this? I think you're probably talking about that tweet with "wrong answers only", but how do you know the Duffers wrote it and not a different employee who believes differently than them? And I don't think Argyle and Eden were making fun of the trope, they hooked up. Even if it was meant to make fun of the trope, that doesn't make it untrue for Mileven. But like I said before, I do think he was being hyperbolic.

2) I think it was because they were more making fun of Mike specifically than Mileven/their relationship. And S3 was playing on the summer blockbuster sort of thing, so it was kind of different than the other seasons. And the rain fight was probably from Will's perspective, and so it was trying to portray how he was feeling. Mike was caught off guard by El dumping him and probably didn't really believe it at first, but Will believed everything Mike said and took it to heart. So I think that's the difference. Additionally, the Mileven breakup wasn't meant to be serious because they just got back together later that season, and still obviously liked each other while broken up, wanting to get back together. The break up wasn't serious because it wasn't supposed to be taken seriously, they still acted like a couple and loved each other, and they got back together pretty quickly.

3) Again, because the break up wasn't serious, they both knew they would get back together. And Mike did apologize to El and tell her the truth later, he was just scared because Hopper literally threatened him. What was he supposed to do when a grown man threatened him? And of course Mike went after Will because he was visibly upset. El ran off giggling with Max, and Mike was surprised and confused about what was happening, so he needed some time to process it and vent to his friends. The urgency in the scenes are completely different. Mike could tell he really hurt Will, but El was fine, so why would he run after her? They were different circumstances, so I don't think it's really fair to compare them.

4) Yeah, I think it makes sense for the time period. He substituted El's name in place of his to be able to get out his feelings without outing himself. He doesn't know how people might react to finding out about his sexuality, it's the 80s, the height of the AIDS epidemic, he's scared. He just needed to get closure somehow, knowing Mike will never feel the same way about him, in a way that didn't possibly risk his safety. And *Will* didn't fix their relationship, he didn't know what Mike was going to say to El, he just tried to boost his confidence a bit. Everything Mike said to El was his own feelings, and repairing what happened in the Mileven fight earlier that season. Will had no idea what the problem between them was, so he couldn't have directly fixed it, and he didn't, he just helped a tiny bit, like any friend would. So yeah, I think the way it was written makes complete sense.

5) I think when we see them in the show they have a lot going on dealing with all the Upsidedown plot related issues, is there really a good moment for her to start listing everything she likes about him? They're going through literal hell, so of course they aren't just spending time complimenting each other. She said she loves him, he should know that without being given a list of her favourite qualities about him.

6) Mike was scared of losing El, and maybe worried if he said the problem out loud, that would make it feel more real. Will isn't entitled to any information that Mike isn't comfortable sharing with him, and they had drifted apart a lot since S3. Mike is just a 15 year old boy, not all of his decisions necessarily make perfect sense, he wasn't comfortable telling anyone, he struggles to express his feelings.

7) Because they hadn't seen each other in so long, and barely kept in touch. It would be pretty awkward seeing an old friend again after months of trying to call them and not having them reach out. Will could have called Mike, but he didn't, so they drifted apart. Their connection is just a lot weaker than it used to be because of all the things they've been dealing with. Being awkward around a friend you haven't had contact with for a long time is completely normal.

8) That scene was about Max and El specifically, so of course it focused on them. And that line was about how platonic relationships are just as important as romantic ones, they don't have to be mutually exclusive, El can have both kinds, and both are important. Romantic relationships aren't better than friendships, they're equally as valuable, both kinds of love matter and can make El's powers stronger. And Mike and El were talking a little after, he was the only person she talked to at all, so clearly she feels safe to open up to him after all the traumatic stuff she just went through.

So those are my thoughts and interpretations, I don't think any of those events in the show proves anything about Byler.

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gaiath · 2 years

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭...

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐬 𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥/non-man

This is a long one!

As soon as Jane entered school in California she met you. It surprised her how quickly you came to her defense when Angela felt particularly bitter, so, basically everyday.

You defended her in class and everyone was shocked but specifically her. She looked over at you with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. Right after the bell rang, she rushed over to your desk and let out a shy yet meaningful Thank you.

The two of you became such close friends and she always wanted to be close to you and immediately asked Joyce if you could come over. Joyce, Jonathan and Will were so relieved that she made a friend in that hell-hole so they didn't deny you the opportunity to come over.

They all showed appreciation for your kindness towards her since no one in that school took time out of their day to be truly nice.

Jane and you would have sleepovers where the two of you had to quietly giggle at what the other had said. When you made a joke about Angela she would gasp, slap her hand over her mouth and let out a breathy laugh.

You'd take her to get ice cream, show her your music taste, give her a little fashion show of your new clothing, offer to help style her and take her to your favorite spots.

You made her feel as if she were floating on the fluffiest clouds that had ever been formed. She would gush about you in her letters that were for Mike so much to the point where she had to erase some sentences so he wouldn't question: who is she? Who are you?

The way she wrote about you was so sweet and innocent she couldn't help but wonder, who wouldn't want to hear about you?

!Alert! Mike's jealousy wouldn't like to hear!

Jane found herself yearning to be near you all the time. Whenever something interrupted that she had to contain her mental meltdown.

A long thought that would make a long appearance in her head is, "how do I tell her about Hawkins? Should I?" Ever since she met you she knew that she had to protect you, she wanted and needed to. The last thing Jane wanted to do was scare you away and make you think she was psychotic because of the stories she had about her experiences.

She feels so strongly about you, a bit similar with how she felt with Mike but this was...better and sweeter. Don't get me wrong, they had been through a lot together but you made her feel a lot better than Mike was currently treating her. It was only through letter but she could tell, he wasn't in it.

I mean, he couldn't even say he loved her meanwhile she practically screamed it out so easily at the end of every letter. She remembers one day before you left her house you hugged her, said your goodbyes and right after you let out an I love you.

It left your mouth so smoothly and it surprised her. She had become familiar with the fact that friends would often say this to each other but she wanted to hear you say it all the time. She didn't waste longer than a second before saying it back.

Eventually, Mike would come to California to visit. You went to the airport with the whole crew in order to meet him and to ease Jane's and Will's nerves. The tension that was created was so suffocating you wondered how having a simple conversation with Mike would be like. You knew he was familiar with you and how you made Jane feel.

She hesitantly took the flowers he gathered for her because she wished they were from you-

But she has to shove those thoughts down very quickly.

You were there for the Rink-O-Mania incident but you didn't just sit there and watch with wide eyes as Jane was repeatedly humiliated. As you always do, you stuck up for her.

You punched your way through the circling crowd that pointed and chuckled at Jane, picking her up when you reached her. She looked at you with a humiliated expression before quickly taking your hand.

You fully supported her decision to knock on Angela's head with a roller skate. You didn't villainize her like Mike very vocally did, instead, you reassured her as you sat next to her in Argyle's van. Jonathan and him also reassured her but in a humorous way.

When she stormed off to her bedroom because of Mike's remark during dinner, she grabbed your hand and took you with her. When you slightly questioned her about it she mumbled a mournful "I just need you" as she looked at you with glossy doe eyes.

You sat on her bed as she took her spot next to you and asked "Do you hate me?" "I could never hate you, Janie." She looked at you with eyes that had such sadness in them you completely crumbled under their gaze. "You promise?" "I promise."

Her hand made it's way towards the side of your cheek as she leaned in and gave you a strong kiss.

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 4 months

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Bella Swan AU: Canon Divergence Master Post

Twilight

What if Bella Found Out Edward Thought She Was Unremarkable and Plain in the Beginning of Twilight? (She Knows, He Told Her Himself, Bella Agreed With Him)

What If Edward Couldn’t Suck the Poison Out?

What if Bella Got Pregnant in Twilight? (Or Sex Pollen A-Hoy!)

What if Bella Passed by the Cullen Table on Her First Day?

What if Bella Had Returned to Phoenix Before Edward Got Back from Alaska?

What if Jacob Never Told Bella His Old Legends?

What if Bella Was Struck by Lightning During the Baseball Game?

What if Someone in the Phoenix Airport Thought Bella Was Being Trafficked?

What if Bella Had Confronted Edward in that First Biology Class? (He Eats Her)

What if Renee Came to Help Bella Move to Forks?

What if Bella Woke Up with No Memory After the Van?

What if Bella Had Realized Her Mother’s Voice on the Call with James Was a Recording?

What if the Van Incident Never Happened?

What if Edward Tore off Bella's Arms When Trying to Suck the Venom Out? (Yes, Someone Asked This)

What if Bella Was Sick the Day of the Van Incident?

What if Bella Had Moved to Forks Because Renee and Phil Had Died?

What if Bella Was Super Head Over Heels for Rosalie Instantly?

What if There Was No Parking Lot?

What if Bella Ended Up in a Coma After the James Altercation?

What if James Killed Charlie and Renee in Twilight?

New Moon

What if After New Moon the Cullens Actually Stay Away Then Come Back Later?

What if Bella and Edward had Sex Early New Moon and Bella Became Pregnant? and What if She Didn’t Make it To Volterra?

What if Bella’s Birthday Never Happened?

What if Bella’s Birthday Never Happened II: The Break Uppening

What if Bella Went to the Volturi For Help With Victoria in New Moon?

What if Bella Was Bitten in New Moon When the Cullens Are Gone?

What if Edward Did Stay Away in New Moon and Came Back When Bella Was in College?

What if Bella Didn’t Stop Edward’s Suicide?

What if the Venom in Bella’s System From James Slowly Turned Her Into a Vampire (Presuming the Cullens Remained Absent After New Moon)? Horror Film A-Hoy!

What if Bella Was Turned By Victoria in New Moon, Not Killed by the Wolves, Then Alice Shows Up?

What if Bella Was Bitten By Laurent and the Wolves Found Her?

What if Demetri Decided to Visit During Bella’s Birthday Bash?

What if Jasper Did Bite Bella at the Party?

What if Bella Rejected Edward After New Moon?

What if Carlisle Had to Turn Bella at the Birthday Party?

What if Victoria Had Turned One of Bella’s Friends?

What if Bella Never Went to Italy to Save Edward but Ran into the Volturi Years Later?

What if the Cullens Never Returned and Bella Went to Cornell?

What if Bella Broke a Bone When She Jumped Off the Cliff?

What if Bella Murdered Someone in New Moon to Feed Hallucination Edward?

What if Victoria Had Been in the Meadow Instead?

What if Bella Never Hallucinated Edward?

That Time Bella Had a BDSM Relationship with Jacob Based Only on the Desire to See Hallucination Edward Again

What if Charlie Threw Bella Out After Her Trip to Italy?

What if After Months of Depression and Not Eating Right Bella's Blood Smelled Bad to Edward?

What if Bella Had Been Severely Injured from Jumping off the Cliff?

What if Edward Hadn't Chosen the Worst Way Possible to Break Up with Bella?

What if Bella Hit Her Head in the Woods and Forgot Everything that Had Happened in Canon?

Eclipse

What if Bella and Carlisle Were the Only Cullen Survivors in Eclipse?

What if Bella Had Stabbed Herself in Eclipse?

What if Bella Had Started Dating Mike Newton in New Moon? (Mike Newton Would Have an Accident When Edward Returned)

What if Bella Suggested a Polycule Between Her, Jacob, and Edward?

Breaking Dawn

What if Bella Fled With Renesmee After Breaking Dawn?

What if Bella Died in Childbirth?

What if Edward and Jacob Had Forcibly Aborted Bella?

What if Bella Lost Control When She Met Charlie in Breaking Dawn? and Would This Make Her a Better Mother and Would Emmett Make Poorly Timed Jokes?

What if Bella Had Eaten Charlie? (Again)

What if Bella Became Pregnant Before the Honeymoon?

What if Bella Miscarried? and What Did Carlisle Think?

What if Bella Somehow Survived Breaking Dawn Human?

What if Bella Woke Up as a Vampire with No Memory?

What if the Vampire Pregnancy Made Bella a Hybrid Instead?

What if Edward and Bella Crash Landed in Antarctica for The Thing in Their Honeymoon?

What if Bella Didn’t Decide Imprinting on Renesmee Was Cool?

What if Edward Broke Bella’s Pelvis in Intercourse?

What if Sex with Edward Made Bella a Vampire?

What if Bella Had Still Been Eating Human Food While Pregnant?

What if Bella Had Gone to Volterra After Turning?

What if Bella Didn't Let Alice Plan the Wedding?

What if Bella Hadn't Gotten Pregnant but Had Gotten a Tropical Disease?

What if Bella Had Insisted on an Abortion? (May Not Have Been an Option, Actually)

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bimboaudino · 5 months

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TGTF Medallion In Bangkok

I sat in the private jet, the gentle hum of the turbines barely entering the soundproof walls of the airplane, sipping on a martini as I think about what I’m doing. I was going to Bangkok on a work trip. My company had just signed a major deal to open up and buy business there and I was going to meet the partnering companies to get things started.

But it was more than a business trip. I knew I’d have more than just a few days off to enjoy in Bangkok. I shivered at the thought, pulling out a small silver medallion with a red gem embedded in it. I remember when I had discovered it on a less than legal auction and could barely contain myself.

I was looking for something a little kinky. Something that would let me act out my true desire, and then be able to go back to a normal life. It wasn’t that I was a gay man, the thought didn’t sit well with me. But to be a woman, that was something very different. To have someone see me as less, as weak and as submissive, and to act as such. The thought sent shivers down my spine, I could almost feel my cock harden as I stared at the small silver piece of jewellery.

"Another?" a female voice asked, snapping me out of my fantasy. It was the air hostess. A young brunette who had been trying to flirt with me since the plane took off. I quickly stowed the medallion and took another stiff drink, nodding my head. She walked off, making sure to sway her hips as she went.

Id always been rather a disagreeable man, and this had often gotten in the way of any type of romantic relationships, my wife barely talked to me. So instead I focused on my career, working hard and climbing the ladder. Soon enough I was a very successful CEO. But I’d always wanted to know what it would be like to be on the other side. To be weak and powerless, and have others dominate me. This was something I kept a tight lid on, keeping it secret and letting it manifest in my fantasies. To be agreeable, submissive, and powerless in the hands of others.

I knew the medallion could grant me that experience, the moment I laid eyes on it.

I had found it on an auction on the deep web, an online black market, bidding high to win the item. When it arrived I was in a cold sweat, holding it and knowing what it was and what it could do. Id tested it a week ago by imagining my wife’s image, finding myself in her form, the mental and physical changes almost throwing me for a loop. It had been a crazy few hours before I used the medallion to change back, having found myself thinking as her after a short while. I’d have to be careful.

I looked out the window seeing we were on the approach to the airport, and a smile creeped onto my lips. Tonight was the night. I was met at the airport by a car sent from the Thai business association, and was escorted to my hotel, the Hilton hotel where all the guests for the conference were staying. I dropped off my luggage, a single suitcase and made my way back out to the city. I was staying in a rather large penthouse and would have the entire thing to myself for the night, but before I could get around to my plan I was of course to give a talk for my company and discuss the business agreement.

"Great talk Jake" my associate Mike shook my hand as he beamed.

I thanked him for coming as we mingled with the post conference crowd. Many powerful rich men, just as I was, gathered here.

The next few hours were spent in boring meetings and talks with business associates and CEOs.

I finally managed to wrap things up, leaving the conference to head back to my hotel. It was a huge building, and a quick elevator ride to the top floor. I walked out onto the balcony overlooking the city, the nightlife already bustling in full swing, the sounds and smells reaching all the way to me. I was just able to make out in the distance the red lights and neon signs of the infamous red light district. It was the place I’m planning to get more than a little intimate with if all goes to plan.

I could see it vividly in my minds eye, I was to become a sex worker, selling my body for money. The thought alone was enough to make my cock throb and my breath hitch. I had thought long and hard about this, the things id do and the ways id be used. Id be forced to use my body to pleasure strangers. Id be treated like a dirty whore, and not be able to do anything about it. The though of being so submissive, agreeable and powerless excited me, and had led to many a night where id cum to the thoughts and fantasies of being a woman and being forced to have sex with strangers.

"I'm going to do this" I tell myself, feeling the medallion in my pocket, running my fingers over the cold metal. I can already feel the nervousness growing inside me, my heart beat rising. I'm actually going to do this.

I look at the medallion, and take a deep breath, calming myself.

In my minds eye I picture her. An Asian girl, young barely 18, petite yet busty, with a cute face and an innocent look, and short bob hair. She was dressed in a latex Short shorts, the shiny fabric ending well above her thighs. On her feet was a pair of latex thigh high leggings with built in heels, the rubber fabric ending a few inches above her knees, giving her legs a smooth, bare look. On her arms she wore latex gloves, the tight material going up all the way to her shoulders, and covering her arms, save for a few inches of bare skin around her wrists. At her neck was a choker, the same latex material as her leggings and gloves. Her hair was jet black and flowing.

Her face the image of innocence and naivety, her expression a shy, meek one. Her personality was different. It was a complete contradictions compared to my own. Yes, she was a submissive, agreeable and meek, eager to please and willing to do anything.

A low knowledge, simple, and unintelligent girl. A dumb bitch.

She was a whore, a prostitute, a sex worker.

Her name? That's easy, her name is Mei, Thai in origin, her English is broken and simple.

I see it all in my minds eye, and I clutch the medallion tightly, a strange warmth emanating from it.

It was time.

I took the medallion and held it firmly, imagining the girl I pictured in my mind, the latex outfit and the handbag. I concentrated, feeling the medallion pulsing in my hands, getting warmer and warmer.

It felt like electricity was running through me, starting from my toes and fingertips, running up my body and converging around the medallion, a warm heat emanating from it.

As the electricity ran up my body I could feel the changes starting.

My hair, it was lengthening. It started to reach down from my neck, running down my head. The sensation was strange, but not uncomfortable, a strange itchy sensation. My head felt lighter as the hair grew out, the itch growing worse, until it was almost unbearable. My hair now hung a few inches past my shoulders, and the itch was gone, the weight of the hair being longer felt heavy.

It was starting.

I was becoming her.

My feet were next, a tingling sensation running up my legs as they changed. My shoes began to tighten, and I was able to feel them shrink, my feet shrinking with them.

The first thing I noticed was that my body felt lighter, the shoes having grown a small heel. But it was more than that, my weight was now centred lower.

My foot and calf muscles were also getting tighter, my legs becoming dainty and lithe. The transformation continued up my legs, traveling upwards.

They were changing, the transformation spreading up my legs.

The tingle continued, moving up my hips. I could feel the change happening, the bone structure changing, my body slimming down, and my hip width widening.

My hips were starting to widen, the muscles growing tighter, my body slimming down as the transformation travelled upward, my height dropping as the room around me felt larger and larger.

My chest was next, the transformation traveling up my torso.

I could feel a pressure on my chest, the sensation was strange. It was growing tighter and tighter, the sensation of my torso and rib cage shrinking to petite female proportions, gone was broad muscular chest, and in its place were two small mounds.

My breasts, they were forming.

They grew from small pea sized nubs, to the size of lemons, the pressure on my chest was getting intense, the mounds growing. Knowing that I now had breast tissue, my nipples erecting and hardened.

They were small and perky, and highly sensitive.

The transformation had spread upward, continuing to my shoulders, and down my arms, the sensations travelling along my arms, and to my hands.

I could feel the tingling in my fingers, the digits changing and shrinking, the skin softening, becoming feminine. My hand felt smaller, the skin softer, and the nails longer.

I was getting excited, the changes happening so far were wonderful. The sensations continued up my arms and to my neck, my body was slimming down, my neck becoming thinner and feminine, my jaw and face changing.

My face, it was one of the most strange changes.

My nose and cheek bones changed, my face slimming down and becoming feminine, the masculine jawline vanishing, and the chin becoming smaller. My eyes grew slightly larger, my eye lids changing and becoming daintier, and the skin on my face softening, my eyebrows thinning out. As my race began to shift I could feel my eye lids begin to grow longer and thicker, my eye lashes growing fuller and longer. Taking on an Asian slant, like two beautiful almonds, they began shift from a bright blue to become a deep shade of brown.

My mouth changed, the lips filling out, becoming thinner and softer, and my lips grew slightly larger, the corners turning upwards, forming a small natural pout. My nose gaining an Asian look, and a small button like nose, with the same change occurring to the rest of my body.

I could feel my ears changing, they were shrank very slightly as two pinpricks indicated piercings now present.

I look down at my body, the changes were nearly done, I was now only around 5ft, and I could feel my height had lowered even further, the room around me appearing large. I could see my thighs now with a thigh gap, and my feet and calves were now smooth and dainty, the skin soft.

My pelvis finally started to change, the transformation moving to the very last place.

My groin area, the skin became smoother, and the area around the groin area began to shrink, and I could feel my penis and testicles retracting, a strange sensation, my crotch becoming a vagina, the labia growing from nothing and expanding outward, the labia lips becoming full and soft.

The sensations were traveling downwards, my cock and balls were retracting into my body, and disappearing. My cock shrinking into a nub, and my testicles disappearing, the scrotum shrinking, the skin smoothing and tightening, the area becoming a fully functional pussy, the lips forming.

The sensation of having a vagina was strange, I could feel the new emptiness, the lack of testicles and penis was so alien, but also amazing.

The transformation was almost done.

My puffy pussy growing wet and warm at the knowledge of the final things to come. My breasts finished growing the size of Cantaloupes , ripe fruit that hung from my now petite chest, and my ass finished changing, becoming a firm, bubbly, jiggly rear, and the last thing to change physically was my skin tone, my body colour changing from a pale white to a light bronze, a light tan, a beautiful golden hue of the Thai people.

The transformation was complete.

I was no longer a 40 year old disagreeable man.

I was a 18 year old, cute, Asian, whore.

But my clothes were up next, the transformation starting with my lower half.

The tingling started at the bottom, a sensation spreading up my legs, traveling slowly. My boxers began to tighten, shrinking down, becoming smaller and smaller. I felt the thong dig into my cheeks, and then the elastic around the waist and hips stretched outwards, and began to grow.

As the thong shrunk and stretched outwards, I could feel the front part of the thong digging into my new pussy, and the sensation caused a shiver to run up my spine, the back strings spreading my cheeks so they were visibly outlined against the latex, the transformation causing the thong to shrink further.

The transformation continued upward, the tightening sensation spreading up from my crotch.

My T-shirt was next, the cloth beginning to stretch out.

I could feel the transformation traveling across my body, and the material was stretching, the T-shirt tightening, the fabric becoming more revealing. I could see my midriff as the shirt began to rise, the transformation continuing upwards.

I could feel the sensation spread up from my groin and hips, the t-shirt lifting, the fabric beginning to reveal the skin of my abdomen.

The material rose, and I could feel the air touching my belly, the transformation continuing upwards, the t-shirt rising, the material becoming smaller.

The tightening was reaching my shoulders, and the material had risen just under my bust, taking on a shiny gloss.

My chest began to rise, my new tits pushed up, as the latex shirt was tightening, the material becoming a tube top, a bright pink crop top. The material clung to my figure, and the transformation spread upward, the shirt lifting my tits, becoming tighter as a deep V neck was formed, the V neckline dipping low between the breasts, showing off the cleavage, the material clinging to my figure.

The transformation spread down my legs, the material tightening, the latex leggings turning into thigh high boots.

What was left of my trousers forming into a pair of short shorts, the shorts were tight, and the material became shiny and pale, the fabric stretching and turning into latex, the shorts were tight around my ass, the material clinging to the curves, outlining the ass cheeks.

My arms covered in latex, a pair of latex shoulder length gloves covering the skin, and the rest of the t-shirt had already become a tight shiny crop top.

The transformation finishing as a tight chocker forms around my now petite neck and I stood there, dressed in latex and rubber, the transformation completed, I was now her.

The sensations subsided, and I looked down, seeing myself, I was now her, the girl I saw in my minds eye, the transformation complete.

My brain suddenly felt strange, a weird fog setting in, clouding my thoughts.

"Me head feel strange" I say in a small voice, my words coming out in broken English. A strong Thai accent smothering the words.

The thought of speaking in an Asian accent was strange. It felt alien, but at the same time, right.

"Why I speak like this? Is not make sense"

"My name" I say, the thought of what I used to be was so strange. "I...not remember"

I try and remember who I was before, but the more I tried, the more the thoughts and memories seemed to fade.

"I remember, Mei" I say, a smile forming on my face, a new name, yet it fit. It was like a switch had been pressed in my cranium, flushing away most of my knowledge.

The thought of who I was, Jake, was strange, like trying to remember something from another life, the more I thought about it, I could remember it, yet it felt unimportant.

I could remember who I was before, I just didn’t care right now and that was okay, that was perfect.

I see a handbag, and walk over, picking it up, the transformation had given me everything I needed.

It was filled with a few things.

I take the handbag, and begin to explore, looking around.

I find a mirror and look in, I was no longer a 40 year old white man with dark blonde hair and a short buzz cut, I was now a 18 year old Asian female prostitute, the transformation was perfect. My bag containing a passport and new ID, the ID showing my name as Mei Saetang, an Asian prostitute, my profession and job was listed, the age of 18 years old.

The handbag also contained a few other items, condoms, cigarettes, a small amount of currency and a small makeup kit.

Suddenly the penthouse felt strange to me, no longer belonging, and it felt too expensive for my new form.

"I want to leave" I think (in fluent Thai), looking around. "I should find the elevator"

I leave the room, taking the room keycard and medallion in my new handbag, finding myself quickly adapting to the shoes, the heels and the latex were so comfortable, a natural fit, it was like they were made for me.

I drowned my fear of being seen as my hazy mind reasoned that if anyone saw a Thai hooker leaving the penthouse they would just think I was leaving a customer.

The heels were surprisingly easy to walk in, and as I walked I could feel the latex rubbing on the skin of my thighs, the shorts so tight that every time I walked I could feel the fabric of the latex thong riding into my new pussy.

The elevator door opened, and I walked in, partly glad it was empty yet at the same time feeling strangely like I wished someone was there to observe my new body. Pushing the button to go down, and as I rode the elevator, I could feel the cool air conditioning against my skin, and the feeling of the latex clinging to my skin felt good.

Ding

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out, walking to the exit of the hotel.

The lobby was busy, a lot of people, and the feeling of being stared at, but my hazy mind wasn’t bothered by it, I even could make out some English words that some of them were saying, feeling strange how I only understood the odd word here or there but the word 'slut' and 'whore' were still familiar to my new cortex. I giggled knowing they thought I was a prostitute, one that had just finished with a client who had brought her back to their hotel room.

I felt a sudden surge of wetness between my legs, a damp patch forming on the thong.

Walking out the door and into the street, I knew where to go. I needed to find the redlight district, the night was still young, and I could already feel the excitement and anticipation building, I was going to get fucked a lot, and soon. Noticing how short my new body was, the street seemed a lot bigger, the world around me a lot larger, the men all around me so much taller. Their smell strangely new and strong to my petite nose. Yet strangely it smelt comforting.

As I walked along the streets, the warm evening air brushing against my bare shoulders, I could hear some cat calls and whistles. A sign I was getting close.

It wasn’t long until the crowds parted, and I could see one of Bangkok’s famed locations. The red light district.

It was like entering a whole different world, the smell of sweat and sex.

The sound of music and laughter, the neon lights and the flashing signs, and the many brothels, bars and strip clubs, it was like a dream come true. My heels clicking on the stone pavement as I walked, the air was filled with the smell of cigarettes and the sounds of sex.

The street was packed, the sidewalks were crowded with young women, much like myself, the other girls all dressed in skimpy dresses or short skirts and some dressed in lingerie.

They were all prostitutes, and some of the women were standing out in the open, talking to potential customers.

As I walked, a few of the girls glanced over at me, giving me a look only reserved for competition.

Some were even glaring.

The girls all dressed in slutty outfits, they were all working the street, some were standing out on the sidewalk, trying to attract the attention of the male customers, trying to get them to buy their bodies.

And yet I was starting to feel strangely comforted by the scene around me.

A few men looked at me, their eyes scanning my body, and I felt a strange surge of arousal, their stares feeling more and more intense, and a small group of men, wearing smart suits, looking foreign, started to walk over, the sight causing me to stop and smile at them. Internally I had just recognised them as 'foreigners' as though I had always been Thai, causing my nethers to clench even more.

This was it, my first potential customer, I could feel a surge of emotions, a mixture of apprehension, nervousness, fear and excitement, all fighting for control.

What left my mouth as they approached was the most stereotypical possible thing I could imagine a hooker would say.

"Want good time?" I ask them, speaking in broken English, a cute thick accent.

It was the most obvious thing that came to mind.

One of them answered, speaking in English, his words were slightly slurred, he had clearly been drinking.

"Yeah we want a good time, how much is it, you're a cheap one aren't ya, I bet your really loose as well" he laughed.

I smile up at him, fluttering my eyelashes, yet not understanding most of what he said besides the words 'yeah', 'how much ‘and 'cheap'. I lean presenting my chest at the most sensual angle I can for him, feeling him tower over me only making my womb tingle and rev harder.

"Me cheap" I say, a cute giggle, "me do good time, and me very good."

My words were broken and accented, my brain no longer able to speak English fluently, only understanding a little, and what I did understand made little sense. But I did know that the way I was talking likely turned them on no end. My mind telling me men like it when I make myself seem dumber than them.

One of the men leaned in, and whispered into my ear, his hot breath on my skin, sending a shiver up my spine, a strange wave of emotion washed over me as my crotch felt a fire light in it.

"So what can you do for us" the man whispers into my ear, his lips so close to my petite ear, I didn’t really know what he was asking but I assumed it was price.

"Me do good time 500 baht each handsome man" I say, giggling and smiling up at him, my large eyes meeting his.

To them I was just a cute Asian prostitute and they wanted to be serviced by a cute, submissive, young and dumb whore. How lucky for them that’s what I am now.

The man who had whispered into my ear, smiled, and leaned back. Looking at his well dressed buddy before looking back at the petite hooker in front of him.

"Okay 500 baht each, how much for both of us to double team you?"

I smiled up at him, and nodded, "me love you, me give special offer, me take both for 700 baht yes? Me think both very handsome with big cock" my nethers tingles at my own accent and statement, my brain praying it was true.

He grinned, "Deal" he said, "lets go to our hotel, its close"

He took my side and placed a hand on my ass as he lead me away, his friend putting a hand over my petite shoulders

I could feel a strange wetness in my pussy, the thong clinging tightly between the delicate lips.

There was no doubt the men were horny and wanted to fuck me, and I was going to give them a good time, it was my job.

"We have a suite in the Hilton, its just down the road, follow us" the man says, squeezing and leading me my the ass. It was demeaning but it felt so good, like I was being owned and dominated.

The other man was on my right, his hand resting on my petite shoulders, his arm so much larger than mine.

They both lead me away, down the street, to an all to familiar sight.

I could see the hotel, the familiar logo.

Hilton Hotel Bangkok.

The sight sent a shiver up my spine, my mind flashing back, remembering, I was staying there myself, before I had used the medallion, and now I’m being lead to the same place, only as a prostitute.

I was so short, only coming up to the men's chests, and the two were well built, they could easily overpower me, and a strange thought crossed my mind.

I would happily let them.

That was my purpose now, and I could feel a growing excitement and arousal as we walked.

We walked into the building, and the sight of the reception area was one I recognised.

"Hello Sirs, welcome back to the hotel," they are greeted, the receptionist was a middle aged woman. She was dressed in a formal business suit. Her eyes shift down towards me, I could feel her judge me, glaring at me knowing what they would do to me soon enough in the privacy of their room. Clearly disgusted at this girl in front of hers life choices.

The men simply nodded, leading me past the counter and towards the elevators.

The elevator doors opened, and the man with a hand on my ass guided me in, his friend joining us, and the other man pressed the button. The doors closed and the elevator began to move, the feeling of being trapped in a small box with two dominant males was intoxicating, the heat radiating off them was amazing, and my nose could smell the scent of their cologne, it was a musky masculine smell.

The feeling of the soft hand on my ass, slowly kneading the soft flesh through the latex. I let out a high pitch moan. My legs rubbing together involuntarily.

I could feel the juices trickle from my pussy, the thong already damp, and the hand slowly moved downwards, sliding under the short shorts, moving inwards, until a finger brushed against the soft lips, the man's thumb finding the sensitive clit, and rubbing it through the fabric, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

I couldn’t hold it, I had no willpower, my body had been reduced to that of a young woman, and I had no more control.

I moaned loudly, a loud, sensual and girly moan.

I was putty in the men's hands, and I didn’t care, it was what I wanted in that moment.

Ding

The elevator doors opened, and the two men led the way, the one holding my ass leading me by the pussy, his fingers stroking the sensitive bud, as the other walked still had his hands over my shoulder leaning in for a drunken kiss.

I kissed him back, a sensual open mouthed kiss, the alcohol on his breath was strong, but I didn’t mind, my body was on fire, my heart pounding, and I could feel his hand squeeze my shoulder closer before it went under and slid up and under my cropped top.

Breaking the kiss and letting out a gasp, the man's hand found the small, sensitive, perky nipple and he began to play with it, flicking and rubbing.

"Lets get you to our suite baby girl, we'll show you a good time" the man

They lead me to a door, and one of them unlocked it, the man behind me pulled his hand from under the short shorts and pulled the keycard from the pocket.

He opened the door and the three of us entered.

The room was big and luxurious, a huge king size bed in the middle of the room. I gulped, this was really happening, I’m going to be fucked.

The man who was behind me, shut the door, and the man who was at my side, led me over to the bed.

"Take a seat baby" the man says. I look up at him in confusion then watch his gestures, realising that he was commanding me onto the bed.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, my ass feeling like a cushion beneath me, and look up at the men, they are so much taller, so much bigger, and a part of me just wants to give myself up, to be at their mercy, the thought alone making me feel tingly all over.

The two men start to unbuckle their belts and remove their pants, the bulges are so clear, and it's so obvious they are rock hard, they are both wearing smart trousers, and I can tell they are western men, maybe Americans, judging by their appearances, they seem familiar, my mind suddenly resurfacing shaking hands with them but their names no longer came to mind, I had met them at the conference today. they were some big wig executives of some company I had just bought, I had been a multi millionaire CEO, and now I’m reduced to being an unassuming whore in their hotel room.

It was almost a dream come true.

As the two men drop their pants and pull out their cocks, the sight makes me gasp, they are so huge, and so thick.

"Me like" I say, licking my lips, unable to keep my eyes off them. A strange desire id never had surfacing in the moment.

Watching them grow, understanding that it was me that had made them grow. My body, my purpose was to please men, and it was true to purpose, evident by the swollen Falas before me.

The one who had grabbed my ass, the one with the slightly longer hair and darker skin, stepped closer, his cock was so big and thick, it was almost intimidating.

The other got on the bed behind me.

"What’s your name, baby girl?" the man asked.

I look up at him, confused, I had no idea what he was asking, his words seemed foreign and confusing. My arousal in the moment lowering my comprehension further.

"My name" the man in front of me said, repeating the question, "tell us your name"

My brain finally realising what he’s asking.

"Me name Mei" I say, my voice coming out more high pitched, sounding cute.

I smile, and lean forward, the heels making my feet arch up, making me seem even more submissive, I rest a gloved hand on my knees, smiling blissfully dumbly up at him.

He smiles, and leans in, placing a hand on the side of my face, and kisses me on the lips, his tongue entering my mouth, the kiss was so intense, the alcohol on his breath less strong than the others, and his hand reached around and cupped the back of my head, pulling me into him, my body, my purpose was to be submissive and obey, and so I gave into the kiss.

Our tongues danced and fought for dominance, his tongue was so dominant, and I could feel a heat inside me.

"Now get on your hands and knees, ill take your pussy and my friend will take pretty little mouth and fuck it" the man says.

The men's commands were so dominant and powerful, and the words made sense to me, I couldn’t remember understand the sounds but the meaning was clear.

I nod, and stand up, turning around and getting onto the bed. I turn around and get onto the bed, onto my hands and knees, presenting myself, I was his, my pussy was his, and my mouth was his friends. All for just 700 baht, the cost of the sex.

The man in front of me slowly edges forward, his one eyed monster staring me in the face, my eyes transfixed on it.

Behind me the client looks down at me grabbing my petite waist, pulling the latex short shorts down, the cool air hitting my bare pussy and its sensitive lips.

"Your such a slut" the man says, his hands on the soft hips before swatting my ass causing it to jiggle pleasantly with a 'Plap' , as the other moves forward, the man's large, swollen, and throbbing member was right in front of my face.

There was no escape, no stopping the inevitable, and all I could think about was pleasing these two men, giving them a good time.

My body was trembling in excitement and anticipation, as I could feel the other man's hands grab my hips, Condom freshly placed , guiding himself up to my puffy rose,, teasing it as he rubs the hard member against my softness. The sensations controlling my whole world, I pull myself back to reality, reminding myself the man in front of me also need attention.

Leaning forward letting out a small moan, kissing its tip between my plump lips.

my huge almond shapes eyes gazing up at him as I stick my tongue out, and run it around the tip of his cock, a strange salty taste. But my body couldn’t get enough.

"Oh fuck" the man groaned, "she is a fucking slut"

I giggle, a high pitch feminine giggle, and move my head forward, kissing the swollen tip before finally engulfing it, careful to avoid touching it with my teeth, and began to suck, slowly bobbing my head, the sensation of having the tip of his cock inside my mouth and the taste, it was like nothing else.

My whole world was now this, to please men, to have men dominate me.

Finally having had enough of the teasing the man behind me plunges in, his condom ribbed member plunging into my wet, tight and delicate pussy.

The sudden sensation, and the feeling of fullness, his cock so much larger than I had anticipated. I let out a loud, girly and pleasurable moan, the sensation almost making me climax. On the spot as I moan on the rod in my mouth, sending pleasant vibrations throughout the man's cock.

The feeling of being penetrated in both holes, the man behind me, his throbbing cock plunging in and out of my pussy, his hands gripping my soft petite waist.

"Fuck she's a slut, you really know how to pick them," the man I was sucking exclaims with a deep grunt

"Yeah, she is the perfect little Asian whore, I tell you man, the women here hit different."

The sound of their voices, their accents, they sounded pleased with my body, only making me more enthusiastic.

"You think her tits are real?"

"Who cares man, her ass is a work of art, I would love to cum on that."

'SLAP' he emphasized the word with a smack of my ass. It didn’t stop, my muscles down below clenching around the member. Massaging it in a fashion only a woman could.

"I'm getting close." the man grunted, his cock twitching and swelling inside me, as if the sensation wasn’t already driving me wild, the sensations and his grunts making it more intense, my own climax rising to meet it. Gazing up at the man in front of me, letting him know I was his in the moment, and the sensation was overwhelming.

Behind I could feel the hot liquid shoot from his cock, the condom preventing any leakage, and I could feel it pulsating inside me. The feeling and his grunts and groans making me reach my own climax, the most intense one of my life. A constant wave of pleasure running through me.

"Me too" the man I was sucking called out.

A pulsating sensation, a swelling before I could feel a warmth on the roof of my mouth and a salty taste, the sensation of the man Cumming, his cock throbbing in my mouth, shooting his seed into my throat, his musk filling my mouth.

I push myself down onto it to its base, making sure not to let it leak. Finally the pulsating stops and I pull myself off it with a gasp. Opening my mouth, my gaze locked with him, showing him my prize.

"Swallow it" the man commands.

And so I do, the sensation strange, the taste not the best but I swallow all of it, the man's essence disappearing down my throat. I finish gulping dramatically before I once again open my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out to show him.

"Good girl" he says, his hand petting my jet black hair, the sensation of the touch was nice, his hand moving down and stroking my face. The men get up and one rummages in his wallet, the other pulls the condom off his softening member, smirking before tying a knot in it. Before handing it to me, "for later slut, when your hungry" I don’t understand the words but I take my prize.

The man gets a wad of bills and puts it between my tits.

"Thats a good slut, and we'll see you again if you are still around this week" the man says. I giggle vapidly, being demeaned as the notes are shoved between my tits, the cool paper touching my skin, making me shudder, and I can feel the man's finger stroke the top of my cleavage. Not understanding what he said but having an inkling that I would be seeing them again before the week was over.

My first job complete, I had been transformed and fucked, and I was happy, a feeling of contentment, the money shoved between my tits a sign of a job well done. I was 700 baht richer.

I stood up, taking the wad of money in the middle of my chest and the condom still tied at the end and placed them in my handbag. Quickly shimmying the short shorts back over my caboose, before bowing to the men and strutting out of the room giving them another smile and a wiggle of my hips on the way out.

Walking back towards the elevator, I press the button, the door opening and I step inside, a feeling of happiness, and the feeling of being used. I felt like a woman.

In that moment my mind rushes back to me, my male one. My thoughts rush back to me and I can see it in the reflection of the mirror, my eyes widening. There was a woman, a young Thai prostitute, a hooker, in the elevator mirror, her hair messy and a blush and smile on her dazed face.

The realisation that that was me hit, the realisation that id almost lost control, I scramble with the elevator controls, leaning forward awkwardly in my heels, the short shorts hugging the round and full cheeks of my ass, I had lost control, my mind had been so easily subverted.

The doors opened and I rushed out into the penthouse floor, my key card granting me access, panting as I enter the huge room slamming the door behind me.

I rush towards the bathroom, the huge room, a mirror on the ceiling above the bed, the huge bed and the view through the huge window looking over the city, the skyline at night, pulling out the medallion and willing myself back to how I was before.

A flash and the sensation and sight of me expanding, my clothes tightening before shifting into my old business suit as I return to my form.

My mind returning and I breathe heavily.

I had just turned into a whore and almost lost control, the experience was exhilarating, the transformation was so quick, so instant, I had loved every second of it, the lack of control,

The experience, the sensation, the feelings, and the powerlessness I had felt, the pleasure and the domination by others.

Sweat runs down my wrinkled forehead as I sit up straight, the suit now feeling tight, a discomfort in the front. I unbuckle and loosen the belt, the front of my trousers tenting forward, the tent in my crotch couldn’t be contained as I recall what I had just experienced.

I was me again, I breathe with a sigh of relief.

Yet a nagging sensation pulled at me, seeing the condom still full made something inside me itch for more.

I had to go back. This wasn’t the last time, it was the first.

I had to do this again, it was so intense.

I had a week of the conference ahead of me

This was only the first day, and I was in control, I had a week.

I had a whole week with the medallion, and the thought made me tingle all over.

Id be seeing Mei again soon enough.

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