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ishabull · 4 months
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More Peaceful Than I Am
Chapter 4 of The Way We Were Drawn
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Word Count: 2.9k
Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader
Chapter Summary: After a long day, you and Marcus agree to meet each other at the National Mall for your second date.
Warnings: nondescript female reader, architect!reader, could be interpreted as original female character, no use of Y/N, fluff, mutual pining, self-doubt, mentions of food and eating
Author’s Note: Gosh, it’s been a while! I got an internship right after I posted the last chapter, and that took up my time and energy until school started, which is always its own rodeo. And I’m also preparing to study abroad in Italy next semester and you can totally tell towards the end of the chapter. Lots going on, but the next chapter is finally here!
I hope y’all are okay with just following the dates you and Marcus have for the next few chapters, cuz that’s the plan lmao
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Of all of the things Marcus could have done with his life, career pathways he could have taken, he was grateful every day that solving art crimes with the FBI was the one he chose.
He loved his job. He’d always been fascinated with art and seeing the world through other people’s eyes—even if he never thought he had the skill for making it himself. He’d still examine the skill of others, finding the little nuances that made up an artist’s personal style.
He felt that he was truly making a difference in people’s lives, as well. It came with the whole Special Agent thing—being there for a victim at a horrible point in their lives and putting his energy into helping restore them somewhat to normalcy. He had a natural empathy with every single one he’d met, letting them know that they were seen and heard as a human being and not just as someone who lost some valuable piece of art—or came to find what they thought was valuable was anything but.
And deep down, there was always a part of him that enjoyed seeing the perpetrators come to justice. It was about protection to him, just as much as it was about morals.
Marcus Pike loved his job.
But damn, if there weren’t parts it he dreaded. Days filled with seemingly endless paperwork to fill out and case briefs to give and an inability to do much of anything else because they were waiting on paint analysis results from the lab.
In essence, days like today.
It was barely eleven o’clock and his brain was already swimming with the legal jargon that came with filling out reports. He’d tried everything from putting on music to getting a protein shake from the vending machine to simply scrolling on his phone for a few minutes. He just couldn’t focus, and it wasn’t only the monotonous lack of actual progress on the case.
It was you.
Marcus had left your date incredibly hopeful. He’d been elated that the connection you’d shared upon your initial meeting only grew when you actually had some time to get to know each other. He was thoroughly enraptured by you, unable to stop himself from being amazed at the way you spoke and the way you listened to him with eager attention. How he’d wished for artistic skill so you could see yourself the way that he saw you that day—like a breath of fresh spring air, the sunlight finally filling the sky after a cold winter.
After leaving with the promise of a second date, he’d had to check himself and restrain from inviting you to dinner the next day. As much as he’d wanted to see you again, to get the chance to touch you more than just a hug and the occasional shoulder bump, he didn’t want to repeat past mistakes. He didn’t want to be too much, too fast.
Was only a couple of days later too fast?
By the time lunch rolled around, Marcus had made barely any progress on his reports, and he was relieved by the promise of a break. He made his way to a small, secluded sitting area where he knew he could clear his mind of all thoughts and get minimal interruptions from his colleagues.
And yet, all he could think of was you.
He wondered how you were doing, if your day was going well or if it was just as frustrating as his. What were you doing today? Was it something you found joy in or was it something that was mind-numbingly boring?
Would you want to see him again? Or maybe just talk on the phone?
Marcus’s finger hovered over your contact information in his phone, hesitating. He briefly worried, thinking of all the ways he’d moved too fast in the past. Moving in together too soon here, proposing too hastily there. Coming on too strong and generally giving more love than he ever got in return.
But aren’t the beginnings of relationships supposed to be fun? Aren’t you supposed to be excited, to want to spend time together? Besides, it would only be your second date. The furthest he’d gotten with you so far was a hug and a lasting desire for more. He’d slept with Teresa on the first date. How could he be repeating history when you’d only known each other for a week, and he was already seemingly taking his time?
If anything, he could talk to you for a few minutes and return to work having had a bright spot on this dreadful day. Maybe set something up for when you see each other next, even if it isn’t as soon as he’d like.
Truthfully, he just wanted to hear your voice.
He pressed call.
Three rings on the line later, and you answered.
“Hey, Marcus! What’s up?”
He let out his breath, closing his eyes in relief. “Not much. Just on my lunch break. Do you have a few minutes?”
He heard you shuffling around some stuff on your end before you responded. “Of course, I do. Anything for you. How’s your day been?”
Marcus groaned and dragged his hand through his hair. “That’s kind of why I called. This case we’re working on is at the point where it’s paperwork and waiting on other departments. I can’t focus on anything today.” He sighed, dropping his voice. “The only thing I can focus on is thinking about you.”
“Oh, Marcus,” you sympathized, your heart leaping at his words. “Is there anything I can do? Do you wanna talk about it?”
“You’re already doing it,” he smiled. “Just talking with you is enough.”
“I’m glad. But if there’s anything else I can do, seriously, just say the word. I wanna be there to support you when and where you need it.”
Marcus chuckled lightly. His heart skipped at the thought that you would already offer your support to him, having only met each other just over a week ago. “Thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate hearing that.” He paused for a second, considering your offer. “Actually, there is something I wanted to ask you. About our second date…”
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You must really be infatuated with this man, you thought as you packed up your stuff after finishing work later that day. You’ve been doing things you normally wouldn’t, all because of him. You gave away one of your drawings immediately after meeting him. You’d cleared off your whole desk and stopped work to make a few minutes for him mid-task, completely neglecting the fact that you had a brainstorming session with your design team barely twenty minutes later. Now, you’re walking to the Washington Monument after work, still in your business casual clothes from work and carrying your day bag on your shoulder, for your second date with Marcus.
Infatuated is one word. Absolutely smitten and incredibly giddy have also crossed your mind.
It had been Marcus’s idea to meet after work. He’d wanted to not only see you again and have your second date, but also to make something good of a long day. You had been quick to accept, and soon your last-minute plans were set.
As you walked up to the monument, the slight chill of early evening settling into the air, you couldn’t help the skip in your step or the racing of your heart. It didn’t take long to find Marcus—his broad frame and dark hair being easy to spot, especially with him still in his work suit. You paused quickly to admire him, your breath catching at his handsome appearance as he looked up at the obelisk with the Capitol Building in the distance.
You could certainly get used to spending evenings like this.
You walked up to Marcus, stopping at his side and following his gaze up at the monument.
“You say you’re an art guy, but this is the second time I’ve seen you staring up at architecture. Are you sure you don’t have something to tell me?” you asked him jokingly.
“Hello to you, too,” Marcus chuckled, his gaze coming back down to eye level as he turned to you. “In my defense, both of those times had only the building, no art, to look at. And both times I ended up looking at you.”
You felt your face heating up as you turned to him. You were met with amusement, his eyebrows raised and his mouth curled in a small smirk. But all you could see in his eyes was happiness and a slight twinkle. It’s just the setting sun reflecting in his eyes, you told yourself as you beamed at him. He can’t possibly know what he’s already doing to you.
“Okay, that’s fair,” you conceded, still reeling slightly from his admission.
He took half a step closer to you, a knowing look in his eye. “In any case, it’s good to see you. I’m glad you wanted to do this tonight, so spontaneously.”
“And I’m glad you called me.” You ran your gaze over him again, this time from the front. His hair looked as if he had been running his hands through it all day and had tried to tame it at the last minute, pieces of it still curling up. “How did the rest of your day go?”
Marcus sighed deeply. “About as well as the morning did. I was a little bit less distracted, but a little bit more restless.” He looked back at you. “I’m not really in the mood to talk about that now, though. I just wanna enjoy my time with you.” He paused as his stomach growled. “And maybe get some food.”
You laughed and pointed back the way you came. “I saw some food trucks parked around the Mall as I was walking in. We could scout out our options and get something at one of those?”
Marcus groaned at the idea. “Sweetheart, that sounds fantastic. Lead the way,” he said, gesturing at the sidewalk.
You smiled and glanced at your feet, your heart racing. Sweetheart. He called you sweetheart. He easily fell into step beside you as you started walking towards the parked trucks, and you couldn’t help the way your fingers flexed towards his.
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The two of you had marveled at the variety of options—from the classically American barbecue and burgers to sandwiches and tacos and more—and after deciding, had found an open picnic table where you could eat. Conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself relaxing into how nice and how easy it was to just be around Marcus.
And from what you could tell, he was feeling the same.
By the time your meals were finished, the sun had set below the horizon and twilight had fallen. Lights were blinking on all around as you and Marcus started walking around, aimlessly following the path as you passed museums and monuments alike.
You walked in comfortable silence for a while, taking in the beauty of D.C. at night. Marcus walked close to you, his shoulder occasionally bumping into your own. Your fingers reached out, aching to take his hand, but hesitating to actually do so.
You didn’t know that Marcus was having a similar battle in his head, debating whether the things he wanted would be too soon, too fast, too much.
As you approached the Capitol Building, standing proudly over the National Mall, you broke the quiet between you, interrupting his hesitations and halting your own.
“You know, a lot of the government buildings were based on architecture from ancient Greece and Rome? The founding fathers wanted to emulate the great democracies and republics of the past, and so they had our capital designed to show that.”
Marcus smiled and looked over at you to find you gazing at the Capitol. In the face of all of his worries, all his insecurities, you amazed him. You didn’t even know it, but you were constantly finding a way to ease his mind just a little further. Amidst his precautions to prevent repeating past mistakes, you were there to remind him of why he got so quickly hooked on you in the first place.
He loved getting to know you, sure, but this? Hearing you talk about the things that you loved, dishing out trivia knowledge as if it were candy? This was what he had been longing for ever since Teresa—someone with their own passions, who found ways to engage them, and most importantly, someone who wasn’t afraid to share them. And he melted internally at the thought that he had finally found it—found you.
“A lot of the buildings were inspired by the Pantheon in Rome,” you continued softly, not noticing as Marcus shifted to be ever so slightly closer to you. “Like the Capitol, Jefferson’s memorial, the Supreme Court…”
You stopped walking as your face fell slightly into a frown. He probably wanted to have this date tonight in the first place so that he could get to know you better, not for you to do a nervous infodump. God knew how many of your past romantic pursuits had grown disinterested because of them. You turned to him as he didn’t respond, expecting to find him staring off into the distance with his eyes glazed over, clearly not listening.
Instead, you found him looking at you as if you had personally designed each and every building around you.
Eyes widening, your breath hitched as you returned his gaze.
Marcus chuckled lightly after a few moments. “Please don’t stop talking on my account, sweetheart.”
You cocked your head, lifting an eyebrow at him. “You’re not… bored? By me talking about the buildings? By me basically sounding like a tour guide?” You’re not bored by me?
Marcus took another step closer to you and finally—finally—reached out, taking your hand firmly into his, as if to make sure you understood what he said next.
“You could go on and on, spitting out trivia for every single building in this city for hours on end, and I’d still listen with rapt attention to every single word you’d say.”
Your expression must have still held a hint of disbelief, because he continued on.
“In fact, I find it incredibly attractive that you do. You clearly have a great interest, and a lot of knowledge to go with it. And I’m honored that you feel comfortable enough to share it with me.”
Your face warmed, feeling like you could float away with how elated you were. His hand, still intertwined with yours, kept you grounded.
“You make it easy,” you murmured, a small smile on your face. “I’ve just found that not everyone wants to listen.”
Marcus squeezed your hand, shaking his head slightly. “I understand, one hundred percent. Believe me, I’ve learned the same thing. Just wait until I get going on classic movies, the roles will be reversed.”
Your smile grew as you laughed with him, the tension and anxiety finally leaving your body. “I can’t wait.”
Marcus watched as you visibly relaxed into his presence. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, wanting to watch as you lit up, but also being overcome with the desire to kiss you. Next time, he told himself. You just opened up to him, and he didn’t want to rush you into another vulnerable moment so soon.
He settled instead for a hug, holding out his arms as an invitation with a muttered, “Come here.” You went willingly, melting into his grasp and resting your forehead on his shoulder.
You sighed audibly, breathing out a laugh. “That got really deep for a second date for a moment there.”
Marcus just smiled and tilted his head so it was leaning on yours. “I hope it wasn’t too deep?”
“No. It was good. Just right.”
He silently let out the breath he had been holding. “Good,” he whispered, just barely loud enough for you to hear.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment longer, wrapped up in one other and taking a moment together. Before long, you continued on, and Marcus’s hand never left yours.
By the time you worked your way back towards the Washington Monument and the metro that would take you back home, night had fallen. You were leaning on Marcus and trying—but failing—to hide the occasional yawn.
He walked you to the entrance to the underground station, smiling as you covered another yawn with your hand. He took your hands in his, glancing at your lips briefly before moving to kiss your cheek. Your eyes were soft as he pulled back.
“Good night,” he breathed. “Get some sleep. And text me when you get home?”
You nodded as you returned the sentiment and gave him a small smile before descending into the station. Marcus stood and watched you go until he couldn’t see you anymore.
And as he walked back to his car to head home himself, he found his heart skipping an extra beat with a realization that shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did.
Marcus Pike was falling in love with you.
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for-a-longlongtime · 4 months
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I loved the first part of Nothing That I Didn't Know, but wondered who your ideal sandwich pairing is? 🥪
Santi x Frankie x Reader
Javi x Tim x Reader
Or maybe something else?
Or is there another one lurking in there?
I've been saving this one for a rainy day, @linzels-blog <3
SUCH DIFFICULT CHOICES.
Okay let me start by saying that, unfortunately for her, Javi x Tim x reader isn't even my ideal sandwich for that WIP. (That's not to say I don't love those three together though!) To me, this is the real MVP sandwich of that fic:
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Tim Rockford x Javier Peña x Marcus Pike. I mean, I hope you're ready...
Then sometime in May next year, there's a Frankie Morales x Benny Miller x reader sandwich coming up for @rhoorl (which I think I mentioned here the other day? but my memory is shit so maybe I only mentioned it in a spiral squad evening on Discord, haha).
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At some point I'll also get to writing a Javier Peña x Judy Moncada x reader sandwich one shot (first FFM fic, yay!). I'm looking forward to that one because that should be a trip - and yes, it's definitely going to be part hate fucking. (And lucky for me, I know that this one is definitely NOT gonna be more than just a one shot - unlike several WIPs that totally escalated) Thanks for the hyping on this one @legendary-pink-dot <3
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I haven't taken any official notes for this yet, but I am planning a Dieter Bravo x Javier Gutierrez fic which I suspect may end up becoming more than just a one shot (hopefully it'll stay contained as a very short series, we'll see what happens). In that case, I'm pretty sure that there will also be a Dieter x Javi G x male original character or male!reader chapter (👀 @sin-djarin I know I haven't said anything about this yet because it was just a passing thought, but the vague idea for it *exists*)
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But honestly?
Yeah, Santi x Frankie x reader is hands down my absolute favorite sandwich. For SO many reasons. It's how they actually pushed Tim x Javi aside, because they wanted to be the first fic I posted. What can I say - I have a really big soft spot for all three of them. Plus, y'know - Santi and Frankie, that's pretty much canon IMO, just look at Triple Frontier. <3
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Thank you for asking and letting me yap about my sandwich love! Honestly, it's not like I only like threesome fics, or even that I intend to only write those (for example, there definitely is an Ezra x Marcus Pike WIP outline! And there's not going to be a sandwich pairing in there) - but, you know. There are so many fucking fantastic writers out there who write all kinds of pairings so beautifully, and I totally love that. I want to add something of myself and the things I care about to that.
Personally I'm a sucker for representation because I think it's super important for everybody to be able to see themselves reflected in fic, and even to just see the diversity of gender, sexuality, intimacy and all kinds of relationships. So bi, gay, lesbian and queer characters, as well as polyamorous relationships, really have been part of my fic ideas from the beginning - particularly because there are a lot fewer of those than straight male x female couple fics in the Pedro verse. I’m glad that you and others are here for that sandwich love ❤️🥪
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deadhumourist · 1 year
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Fandom Finds - last week of Dec
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Hello! I finally got to catch up on some much-needed reading, and I'm in absolute awe of how incredibly talented people on here are. So I'm going to do a weekly round-up of things I loved in the Pedro Pascal fandom- art, fics, you name it. Here's what I loved in Dec (and a little before then, as it's the intro post!)
A gentle reminder to please support and reblog from your favourite creators to ensure more people see their amazing work!
Here we go, under the cut:
Starman (series) - @imtryingmybeskar (Ezra x F!Reader)
You know when you read something so good, you close your laptop because no words you can put on paper is going to come close to what you just read? That was me last week. This series is incredible - sensitive, insightful, a transportive glimpse into something very different. Ezra drops into his soulmate's lap, but it's not as simple as that. Clear your schedule. Read it.
Driving Mr Tovar (series) - @sirowsky (Pero Tovar x F!Reader)
When I read the original series, I turned into that crazed fan that sent the author songs that reminded me of her fic. Luckily the lovely author humoured me and we are still friends today. She's currently updating the series and the updated version is EVEN better than the original (I'm halfway through the reread of Chapter 1). Pero Tovar doesn't let anyone into his life, least of all his new driver. But he has no idea who he's up against and how his life will change. Perfect holiday escapism right here.
Queen of Poisons (series) - @artemiseamoon (Ezra x F!OFC)
Arte's Ezra and fantastic OFC Nyx has been living completely rent-free in my brain since I first inhaled the series months ago. The push and pull between these two is delicious and her heroine is a deeply nuanced badass who doesn't stand back when faced with danger. If you like supernatural worlds and strong female protagonists, you will love this.
Flowers for Ishtar (series) - Beskarberry (Din Djarin x F!Reader)
I already screamed at the author like an unhinged banshee, but this was one of the most fantastical, wild series I have ever read. Non-human!Mando and F!Reader have a solid partnership until he starts acting very weird. Please, for the love of the reptilian spacepope, read the extensive and detailed warnings, because this won't be for everyone. But if you do proceed - it's funny, magical, soft, sexy, unhinged and brilliant science-fiction fantasy with our favourite buckethead.
My only wish (series) - @foli-vora (Jack Daniels x F!Reader)
Come get your fluffy, sweet Christmas goodness here! Jack Daniels grinches his way into a a situation he never thought he's find himself in. Special appearance by a hilarious little menace who forces Jack and Reader's hand as subtly as a sledgehammer. Treat yo'self.
Unnamed (one-shot) - @juletheghoul (Frankie Morales x F!Reader Siren)
Jules' short and utterly *beautifully* devastating story about Frankie and a Siren will haunt you in more ways than one. It's the kind of story that you think about at 2am when you can't sleep.
The Fox, the Mage and the Cupboard (series) - @littlemisspascal (Multiple characters x F!Reader)
Make a cup of tea, settle under a fleece blanket and let Rae transport you to a magical world where you can forget about all the madness and real world problems. It features Javi G, Din and Pero and she makes them all very special, very distinct from each other. This series feels like a soft hug with some yearning for good measure.
An Evening with Monsters (series)- @clydesducktape (Triple Frontier boys in individual stores x F!Reader)
Kinktober hit different this year with this delicious line-up of monsters - the Triple Frontier boys are an absolute feast in this series. Thia is an incredibly talented writer, it might not be Halloween anymore, but you'll be yearning for these boys anyway.
All about the Bass - @katareyoudrilling (Marcus Pike x F!Reader)
Listen. This author has created a musical universe with the most perfect Marcus Pike (a musician) and I refuse to leave. I refuse. Get your bag, we're going to Yearnsville and staying there - this is romantic and soft and amazing. Marcus and you join an orchestra and it's not just musical notes flying. *chef's kiss*
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prolix-yuy · 2 years
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LJ's 500 Follower Requests!
This celebration is complete, enjoy all the stories!
The Debt: Pero Tovar x F!Reader
@fuckyeahdindjarin: Pero Tovar (continued from this drabble), Companionship as Salvation
Home: Dieter Bravo x OC F!Reader
@hnt-escape: Dieter Bravo (from Below the Line), Wild Card
Negotiations: Max Phillips x F!Reader
@browneyes-issac: Max Phillips, Immortality
Phantom: Ezra x Original Female Character
@the-blind-assassin-12: Ezra, Emptiness of Attaining a False Dream
Flight Plan: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (from Sex Worker!Frankie AU)
@lowlights: Wild Card, Fear of Failure
The First Ever Touch: Din Djarin x F!Reader (from the I Think of You Series)
@pedrito-friskito, Din Djarin, Companionship as Salvation
In Print: Ezra & F!Reader
@littleferal, Ezra, Immortality
Coming Due: Pero Tovar x F!Reader
@blackirisesinthesunlight, Pero, Everlasting Love
The Road Behind: Eventual Javier Peña x F!Reader
@beecastle, Javier Peña, Heroism (Real and Perceived)
The Road Ahead: Javier Peña x F!Reader
@iamskyereads, Javier Peña, Reunion and The Power of Words
My Bluebell Song: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x F!Reader
@marvelouslyme96, Jack Daniels, Reunion
Legacy: Din Djarin x Original F!Character
@chaoticgeminate, Din Djarin, Identity Crisis
Two Truths and a Lie: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x F!Reader x Marcus Pike
@aynsleywalker, Jack and/or Marcus, Chaos and Order
Burn in My Bloodstream: Din Djarin x Xi'an
@amban-rifle, Heartbreak of Betrayal
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current wips & potential wips
Imma post this and then go hide my face with my hands, thanks @brandyllyn my love 💕
The order I used is just the actual posted in-progress WIPs and then whoever the hell things are thrown around in my WIP Google Folder
- Relative Dating - Indiana Jones x Reader fic; In Progress Here
- Long Shot - Stewy Hosseini x Reader; In Progress Here
- Bateman Begins - Nathan Bateman x Reader; In Progress Here
- Homestead - Benoit Blanc x Reader; In Progress Here
- I Don’t Mind the Company - Josh Lyman x Reader; In Progress Here
- Chapter and ‘Verse - Christopher Pike x Reader; In Progress Here
- Enemy at the Gates - James Bond x Reader
- Lulu Gal - George Russell x Original Female Character (Gilded Age, not the F1 Driver)
- Ken-Doll and the Ugly Fuckling - Kendall Roy x Reader
- Charming - George Russell x Reader (Gilded Age, not the F1 Driver)
- Stress Relief - Marcus Pike x Reader
- Pinned - Marcus Pike x Reader
- That Yeehaw Motherfucker - Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Reader
- Hollow - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand
- Look On and Cry - Ralyan Givens x Original Female Character
- Friendly Rivaly - Benny Borracho Magalon x Reader
- Down a Peg or Two - Nathan Bateman x Reader
- Nathan Bateman Wife Me Up Challenge - Nathan Bateman x Reader (Sequel  to Nathan Bateman Buy Me This Challenge)
- Impressions - Will Miller x Reader
- Ma’am - Josh Lyman x Reader
- Doorstep - Josh Lyman x Reader
- Voracious - Diego Jimenez x Reader
- Birds and the Bees - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader
- Untitled William Tell Oneshot
- And 3 works of original fiction (books) that I won’t be posting here.
No pressure tags: @massivecolorspygiant @foxilayde @littleferal @cowboystokes @wasicskosgirl @elen-aranel @iamskyereads @charnelhouse and anyone else that would like to join!
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albertasunrise · 2 years
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Marcus Pike - Masterlist
Masterlist, Fic Requests - Masterlist, Taglist form
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Ada Series:
Coffee and Crisis - Chapter 1, Chapter 2*(Complete)
Marcus has been pretty unlucky in love. With a failed Marriage and engagement under his belt, will his luck finally change when he meets a pretty, young English girl in his favourite cafe?
Crisis Calls for Coffee* (One Shot)
Ada and Marcus have been dating a few months when someone pops up to throw a spanner in the works for their relationship. Will their relationship survive the latest crisis life throws at it?
General:
These Violent Delights - Chapter 1*,  Chapter 2*, Chapter 3*, Chapter 4 (Complete)
You notice that a mysterious, handsome man has moved into the apartment across from you. You can’t help but introduce yourself but how will your boyfriend react to your new-found friend?
Amateur Heist - Chapter 1, Chapter 2
You know his name is Marcus Pike. You know he works for the FBI. You’ve seen him around the gallery the past week, or so. Thrown him longing looks when his back’s turned but he’s here for a reason, a tip that the gallery was going to be a robbed. What you don’t know is that you are about to get a lot more acquainted with him as his life will literally be in your hands.
Turn of Events - Part 1*, Part 2*, Part 3* (Complete)
Marcus had been unlucky in love. A failed marriage and failed engagement under his belt already. So what if a one night stand leads to everything he’s ever wanted?
Just Friends - Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (Complete)
You and Marcus shared something in common. You were unlucky in love. You’re the office manager for his department and he's your boss but after one fateful evening, your lives are to be entwined forever.
Plain as Day
You wished Marcus would see what was right in front of him. Wished he would see that you loved him unconditionally but instead you had to watch as he fell for the wrong girl over and over again. When he finally see it. It's too late.
A Problem Shared - Masterlist
When Marcus is struck down with a sudden but serious illness, you both bond over shared ills.
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wyn-n-tonic · 2 years
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So The Hope of it All has gotten some attention today that has set my little heart on fire. For those of you who do not know, I'm actually working on rewrites of it right now and they're giving me a goddamn headache. That being said, this is one of my favorite things I've ever written and I felt a nice little masterlist for it was in order.
Summary: Marcus Pike is back in his hometown assisting on a case when he runs into the familiar face of Ava Thomas who takes him on a walk down memory lane. Pairing: Marcus Pike x OFC Ava
Part One Part Two Part Three
Thank you so much for reading and all the nice comments, I really appreciate it!
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crystxlclear · 2 years
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sudden desire
chapter eighteen: lights will guide you home
part nineteen of sudden desire
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pairing: marcus pike x original female character (coraline meyer)
word count: 1.7k
warnings: angst? pining? brief mentions of alcohol, pregnancy, infertility, the usual for this fic!
author’s notes: y’all i’m sorry 😶
She should be happy. She really should be. 
But she’s not.
People move around her, drinks in hand, smiling and laughing and dancing to the music that rings through the space. But she’s sitting in the corner, pretending she’s just tired. Bea is curled up on her knee, her cheek pressed against her chest, half-asleep and exhausted at the late hour. 
An engagement party had seemed like a good idea at the time. Everyone had been so enthusiastic about it, especially James’ sister. They’d planned this beautiful party for her and for James, and she’s grateful — really, she is — but she’d spent most of the night sitting in the corner cradling Bea as the excitement of the day caught up with her. 
Fairy lights blink overhead — stars in a still, empty ink sky — the trees, tall and willowy, green and full, sway in the gentle breeze. The air smells like blossoms and grass, the comforting honeysuckle of a midsummer’s night. Roses dot the courtyard and ivy climbs up stone walls and across a stone arch, from which pictures of James and Coraline hang on fine string. It’s beautiful, all that she could ever wish for, but something seems wrong, and she can’t quite place it. 
James had been rushing around trying to catch up with all his family from out of town. He comes from a big family: more cousins than he could count, at least five aunts and uncles on each side. It had been hopelessly overwhelming by the fifth relative, and Coraline had forgotten half their names in her panic. She came from a small family — her mom was an only child, and her dad had only one brother and a sister — and barely any faces to recognise at Christmas parties. 
“Corrie.” Her father’s voice is fond when it calls over the music floating on the breeze. His hand brushes over her bare shoulder, familiar and comforting. The stiffness in her shoulders — a tensing of her muscles she hadn’t even realised had been there — melts away at the sound of his voice. 
Her father settles in a chair beside her. He sits there for a moment, both of them in silence, and taps his foot along to the gentle melody of a song she doesn’t recognise. It sings of happiness and love, but it seems too distant. 
“Where’s Marcus?” He asks, after a moment. 
Marcus. 
His name sends an ache through her heart. 
She takes a sharp breath in through her nose. 
“He had to work.”
It’s not a lie, on her part. That’s what he’d told her when she’d invited him; maybe he was lying, but he’d never really lied to her before. Not intentionally, not about anything like this. 
They’ve barely seen each other lately, and when they do it’s almost not the same. Not at first. Eventually, they melt into that familiar ease they’ve had since the day they met. She doesn’t know what’s changed between them — there’s nothing, not on the surface, and he swears she’s not done anything to upset him — but the air isn’t the same. They’re not the same. But at least they talk; those few weeks when he’d neglected her phone calls had been dreadful. 
Her father hums and taps his fingers against his knee. The courtyard is dappled with white roses; Coraline slips the petals of one between her fingers, letting the silk brush over her fingers. “How are you doing, Corrie?” 
Cora hums. How is she doing? She realises she has no idea. 
And, even if she did, she’s not sure she’d know how to put it into words. 
“I’m fine,” slips out instead. 
She can’t tell if her father scoffs or if he laughs. Maybe it’s both. 
His eyes are fixed on Kimmy and Daniel, who twirl around the makeshift dance floor, grinning wildly. It’s more of an uncoordinated swaying than a dance. Her mother cuts an elegant figure across the floor, the blue satin of her dress flowing behind her like a gentle wave on the ocean, with Elliot in her arms. His head rests against her shoulder, his weary eyes drooping. Everyone looks so happy. So content. 
“Mind if I see the ring?” Her father asks. It almost comes out of the blue.
Coraline smiles. She uncurls her left hand from around Bea and holds it out for her father to inspect the engagement ring that sparkles on her ring finger. 
It’s beautiful. It really is. Thin, silver, studded with so many diamonds. It must have cost James a fortune. She’d gasped when she’d seen it, nestled into a small velvet box, prominent against the deep fabric. Her father hums, lifting his chin in approval, as he brushes his thumb over her ring. “He did good,” he notes.
She lets out a little half-sigh and smiles the best she can. She’s still not sure why she’s not happy. She’s still not sure why she can’t bring herself to smile. She doesn’t mean to sigh as she watches James dancing with his mom in the far corner of the courtyard. He’s grinning - delirious with happiness, almost - and, every so often, he looks over to check on her and Bea. Sometimes, he sweeps by, brushes hair back from both their faces and offers her a glass of champagne or a slice of cake. He’s lovely he really is.
“It’s a shame Marcus couldn’t be here,” her father insists. His voice sounds far off. A smile plays on his lips.
Oh.
“How long have you known?”
Her father brushes his thumb over her ring, once again. He doesn’t answer. “It really is a beautiful ring.”
“Dad,” she whispers. Her words exhale in a breath, floating on the breeze. Her dad drops her hand and pulls his gaze back forward towards the crowd. He stares out, longingly. Like he’s searching for someone or something, or the right words, or whatever it is that’s stuck in his throat. He looks so much like Coraline, sometimes she sees far too much of herself in him. 
“About five minutes after I met him.” He watches her. “How long have you known?”
Coraline almost has to stifle a laugh. She chews at her lip and shivers in the cool night air. “I love James.”
“I know.” Another silence stretches on and on and on. Her heart beats out of her chest. So hard against her ribcage that it almost hurts.
She loves James. She does. Really, truly, she does. And she loves Bea - this little girl who trusts her so much that she’ll curl up in her lap and sleep, even in the middle of a party - loves her like she’s her own. And she could be; at least, that’s what James had suggested, now her mom can’t be around so much. It breaks her heart, that she’d leave such a sweet girl, pretend she doesn’t matter even though she has her hair and her eyes and her smile. 
Coraline can’t imagine ever abandoning something so precious.
“James’ sister did a great job,” her father insists.
“Yeah.” Her voice is airy, light, a dandelion seed on the breeze, as she watches the twirling figures - dancing in silk, gossamer and petals - move to the music. It’s like something out of a daydream, a novel filled with faeries and magic, romance and wonder. 
It all feels so heavy, inside her.
“I’m surprised Loren had no hand in this.”
“She did,” she whispers, “The flowers, all of the flowers.”
But Maisie has been sick lately and Loren’s been worried, terrified, even. She’s been stuck at home with a sick toddler who cries more than she sleeps and refuses her medicine. She’d tried to help and welcomed the distraction, but the toll of it all broke her before she could finish her work. Maisie is better now - finally taking the medicine she needs - but Loren still looks wistful and far away as she and her boyfriend, Ward, dance to Fix You by Coldplay, her cheek resting against his broad shoulder. 
He works long days and, sometimes, nights. A doctor in the ER, and damn good at it too. She sees the toll it takes on them both; Loren, alone, all day with a baby and Ward at the hospital, alone, all day, without them. He’d quit if he didn’t love it. She’d ask him to quit if she didn’t love him.
The weight on Coraline’s chest presses harder. Her breath shakes.
It’s all so stupid. Ridiculous. Pathetic. That she has everything, all she could ever want; a love, a fiancé who would give her the moon, a girl who might one day think of her as her mother. A career, a life, great friends, amazing family. Everything, everything, everything. And so many have nothing. 
But all she wants and all she can’t have eats her alive. Night after night, keeps her away. Lurks in the shadows, presses up at her windows. Haggard faces and mournful ghosts, suffering and crying and endless. She’s so cold when she should be hot and it’s not right.
She doesn’t want the moon.
Maybe she wants the sun, instead.
 “Want anything to eat, sweetheart?” He asks and ducks to kiss the top of her head. She’s so far away, she almost doesn’t hear him. He sees her face, the melancholy. Knows her too well for her to hide it. He watches as Bea shuffles in her lap and tucks her head further into the crook of Coraline’s arms. She hums and mutters softly in her sleep. So carefree, so peaceful.
“Dad-” She whispers.
“I’ll grab you some pizza. Veggie?” He chuckles to himself. “Of course, veggie. Stupid question.”
“Dad-” 
“Do whatever feels right for you, Corrie.” He lifts his drink to her. A silent toast. The amber of his whiskey glitters in the moonlight. “Whatever you choose, it’ll be the right thing.”
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katareyoudrilling · 2 years
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And the Walls Came Tumbling Down
Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 1)
Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader
Summary: There was only one bed
Word count: 1.5k
Rating: Mature (18+ only. NO MINORS)
Content Warnings: none
A/N:  Remember when I said I only wrote original characters? Ha! Silly me, when am I going to learn to stop putting myself in boxes?  This idea popped in my head last night and wouldn’t go away.  I have only watched Pedro’s scenes from The Mentalist, so I apologize for inaccuracies.  I hesitate to even try to add my voice to the many, many incredible writers on here with their varied and wonderful takes on Marcus Pike.  I love them all.  But I’ve decided to lean into the more-is-more mentality of the fandom and just go for it.  I’m tagging some people I think might enjoy this, I hope that’s ok!  Thank you so much for reading!  Be gentle!
Update: I decided to make this a series!  This is Part 1.  Here is Part 2!
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Great.  Just great.  Not only were you forced to share a room at this crappy airport hotel, there is only one bed.  One fucking bed.
You move farther inside the room and drop your carry-on luggage on the dresser with a groan.
You hear Marcus swear under his breath behind you as he realizes the extent of the predicament you were in.
You and Marcus didn’t usually work together.  Definitely not alone together.  He arrived at the DC office 3 months ago and had quickly gained a reputation among your co-workers for being friendly and kind, in addition to being devastatingly handsome.  But not to you.  To you he was cold and distant.  You were never on the receiving end of one of his megawatt smiles.  Not that you cared.  You definitely didn’t.
The two of you being assigned to this case was a weird fluke – your respective partners out of commission for different reasons.  You were headed to investigate a theft in Sacramento, CA.  Rumor had it, Marcus had some connections there.  You were fuzzy on the details.
You were supposed to catch a connecting flight out of O’Hare tonight, but icy conditions forced your flight from Dulles to reroute to Moline, Illinois.  Wherever the hell that was.  Of course your luggage was trapped on the plane.
You thank your lucky stars that you bought a t-shirt from a shop at the airport while Marcus arranged for the hotel and for the fact that you always kept a spare pair of underwear in your carry-on.
Marcus is still frowning at the bed.
“I suppose we could hang up a sheet, like in It Happened One Night,” you offer.
His head snaps up in surprise, “You know that movie?” he asks.
“1934, Claudette Colbert, Clark Gable, possibly the best movie ever made?  Of course I know that movie,” you reply, annoyed.
“Right, of course, sorry,” he stammers.  “Well, I don’t know about hanging a sheet, but how about a wall of pillows?  Our own wall of Jericho?” he suggests with a shrug.  You definitely don’t notice how his suit jacket stretches across his shoulders.
“Works for me,” you reply, voice tight.  You grab the toiletry kit generously supplied by the hotel front desk, your newly acquired John Deere t-shirt, and head for the bathroom.
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Marcus stares at himself in the bathroom mirror, fists clenched against the countertop.  This is bad.  So bad.
One hotel room.  One fucking bed.
He had begged at the airport for them to find him another room.  He had failed.  And now he had to somehow get through the night – beside you.  You and your plush lips.  You and your soft curves.
He had been drawn to you instantly the first time he met you.  It had been a month after his move to DC.  You had been on assignment when he first arrived, so missed those first few weeks post-Teresa.
You were so smart and witty.  Your smile lit up the room.  Your laugh haunted his dreams.  Also, you were fucking gorgeous.  He felt himself falling.  He had to put a stop to it.
So, he decided to keep his distance. He only interacted with you when he had to.  He returned your friendly smiles with a stiff nod.  Eventually, you stopped giving them to him.  Apparently, the plan was working.
The sting of Teresa’s rejection has faded now.  Looking back, he can’t even believe it happened in the first place.  She was so wrong for him and there were so many red flags.  But it did happen and could happen again… if he wasn’t careful.
He was never supposed to be on this assignment, but it seems someone wants to torture him.  Not only is he going to have to spend a lot of time with you, the case is back in Sacramento.  Which means he is going to run in to Teresa at some point.
Marcus strips down to his boxers and splashes some cold water on his face.  He had built a pillow wall down the middle of the bed while you were in the bathroom.  He tried very hard not to look when you came out in that awful green t-shirt that barely covered your ass.  He really tried, but he couldn’t help but catch a glance of your bare legs as you scurried to the bed and got under the covers.  The sight made his mouth water and his cock twitch.
He is in so much trouble and he can’t hide in here much longer.
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Marcus finally emerges from the bathroom and climbs onto the other side of the bed.  The mattress sinks with his weight.  You’ve kept your eyes screwed shut so you don’t accidentally catch of glimpse of him undressed. You don’t need to torture yourself with that image.
“Uh, I think I should warn you…” Marcus’s deep voice interrupts your thoughts.  “I’m… umm… a snuggly sleeper.”
“What?” you laugh, and turn your head towards him.  That was unexpected.  His profile is barely visible in the darkened room.  But the thin band of light coming through the gap in the curtains is enough to highlight the curve of his nose and mouth.  You do not notice how striking and gorgeous he is.  Definitely not.
“What do you mean you’re a snuggly sleeper?  Is this pillow wall not enough to keep you away from me?” you tease.
“I… uh… I mean, it should be?  But I wanted to warn you.  I want you to know I would never try to take advantage of this situation.  While awake anyway… and I hope not while asleep either,” he explains, urgently.  He exhales and rubs a hand down his face.
“Consider me warned.  I don’t know why you would even want to… with me… when you clearly hate me,” you murmur into the dark.  It’s easier to talk when he can’t see you.
He barks out a laugh.  “Hate you?  Hardly.”
You turn toward him again and find he’s looking back at you.  The light glances off his bare chest.
“Sure you don’t,” you retort.
Marcus takes a deep breath.  “Did you know that I was engaged when I transferred to the DC office?”
“I heard something about it.”
“Did you hear that she broke it off the day after I got there?” he continues.
“Ouch, I’m sorry, that must have been rough,” you apologize, mentally kicking yourself for being so hard on him.
“Ha, yeah, rough doesn’t begin to describe it,” he laughs ruefully.  “She works in the Sacramento office.”
“You’re kidding? Where we’re going for this case? Fuck.”  You stare at the ceiling in shock.
“My sentiments exactly,” he sighs, exhausted.  No wonder he has been so tense since getting this assignment.
“I didn’t know.  How long were you together?”
“Less than two months,” he admits.
“Two months?!” you exclaim.  You roll so you’re fully facing him now.  “That’s rather quick…”
“I can be a bit… impulsive.  I might have skipped a few steps.”
“Might have?  I’d say so,” you chuckle.  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh.”
“No, it’s ok.  I can laugh about it now too.”  You can hear the smile in his voice.  “I just don’t want to make the same mistake again… and when I met you, I was afraid I might,” he confesses softly.
“What are you talking about?”  You can’t believe what you’re hearing.
He rolls to face you.  You can barely make out his features in the dark, but you can feel his intense gaze on you.  The thin strip of light from the window highlights the curve of his broad shoulders.
“You’re funny and beautiful and smart…  I didn’t stand a chance.  Now I find out you know old movies?” he groans.  The sound of it goes straight to your core.
“I had no idea,” you whisper.
“I shouldn’t have said anything.  I’m sorry.  I’ve made it weird,” he berates himself.
“No, it’s ok.  It’s good even.  I uh… I feel the same way,” you admit, heart pounding in the quiet room.
The space between you suddenly crackles with electricity.  Your eyes lock across the pillows between you. Your eyes have adjusted and it doesn’t seem nearly so dark anymore.
“I don’t want to skip steps again.  I don’t want to mess anything up.  But I think maybe we could have something,” he pleads with you.
“I think you might be right,” you swallow thickly, arousal coursing through your veins.  “There’s just one problem.”
“There’s this wall,” he laments, his voice deep and seductive.  He runs his large hand down the length of the pillows.
“Yeah…” you breathe, watching him, “and you don’t have a trumpet.”
“I don’t have a trumpet,” he concedes with a dramatic sigh, “but, I am pretty good with my hands.”
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Part 2
A/N: I love It Happened One Night!  If you haven’t seen it, you really should!  I think there could be more of this if I get inspired.  How to Steal a Million, anyone?  We’ll see…
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ishabull · 11 months
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Allowing The Idea to Find You
Chapter 2 of The Way We Were Drawn
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Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Chapter Summary: Marcus finds your drawing in his pocket and debates with himself over whether he should act on his feelings or let them be.
Warnings: nondescript female reader, architect!reader, could be interpreted as original female character, no use of Y/N, language, light angst, self-doubt, mentions of food and eating, mutual pining, fluff
Author’s Note: One semester later, and I’ve finally got another chapter done! I guess now is a good time to say that I am currently a full-time design student at a university right now, which is an EXTREMELY time-consuming thing, so I work on this when I can and when I have the motivation. I will certainly not be churning this out at a quick or even regular timetable. Thank you for being patient with me for this story!
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Marcus didn’t get back home until evening the next day.
His team had called him in after the disappearance of another painting, their next case hitting the ground running as soon as it had come in. The debriefings with his team and meetings with the witnesses went late into the night, until Marcus had been too tired to drive himself home, choosing instead to crash on the couch in his office.
The next day had worn him out even more. The first full day of a case always did, leaving his brain too full of the new case to think about much else.
So he didn’t get a chance to think about you from the moment he set foot in the FBI building until he was finally back in his apartment with takeout from the nearby diner the next night.
He replayed his visit to the museum as he munched on the biscuits. His face broke into a smile at remembering yours, at the way you had laughed with him. You had been beautiful as he watched you draw, and had only become more so when you explained why you were there.
Art and design are very closely intertwined. In many cases, the architecture is the art.
He had never thought about buildings like that. Sure, he could appreciate a well-designed space, but it never occurred to him that it could be called art, too. None of his art history classes in college had ever acknowledged architecture unless there was a sculpture carved directly into the space. Although, it made sense. Just because the building was large and couldn’t move didn’t mean it didn’t qualify as art, too.
Were you an architect? An artist? Perhaps an interior designer? Did you just have an appreciation for these things without them being part of your career? Or did you just enjoy drawing?
Marcus desperately wanted to talk to you again. You were so easy to talk to, willing to laugh off the more embarrassing moments that afternoon and just talk about art. You had made his mind spin with your determined eyes and your lighthearted laugh. You were still making his mind spin with the new ideas you had introduced to him in your brief conversation.
And even better, you had expressed interest in seeing him again, too. There had seemingly been no hesitation that that was something you’d wanted. And normally, he’d be willing to take the leap and ask you out somewhere, but—
Marcus hadn’t gotten your number.
He desperately checked off each moment he had spent with you, trying to remember exactly what had happened and hoping he had just forgotten that part. But even when he relived the moment, first just remembering as Marcus, then examining deeper as Special Agent Pike, he came up short. 
The only definitive thing that had been exchanged was names. No exchange of numbers, no plans to meet up again. 
Marcus sighed. There was little to no chance that if he went back to the museum, he’d see you again. You’d finished your drawing; he saw it with his own eyes. 
Maybe… it was just meant to be a chance encounter. Nothing more. He knew he was a hopeless romantic, that he had a tendency to jump into these things quickly, but it had just felt so nice. At the very least, he knew your interests were somewhat aligned with his. Something he never could seem to find with Teresa.
After cleaning up his dinner, Marcus moved toward his bedroom, ready for the whole day to be over. Was it so much for the universe to give him something good that could last? He had so much love to give. Neither his ex-wife nor Teresa had wanted it from him. Maybe he had been a fool for hoping that you could become the exception. A fool for falling in love just a little bit with a stranger he met at a museum for what couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes.
Marcus shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket, the same one he wore yesterday to the museum. But, to his surprise, unlike when he had grabbed it yesterday, there was something in them. Something small, flat, and… pokey?
What the hell was that?
He pulled out the item, holding it in his hand as he examined it. It looked like paper. It had been folded up, sure, but it was definitely a piece of paper.
He slowly took a deep breath as he began to unfold it. As the contents revealed themselves, Marcus couldn’t help the small gasp that left his mouth.
On the paper was the drawing you had done yesterday. It was all right there on the page—the undulating ceiling, the surrounding wings of the museum, the tables and trees in the courtyard, even him.
And at the bottom of the page, you had scrawled out, “Marcus—call me sometime,” alongside a little smiley face and what had to be your phone number.
Marcus let out a soft chuckle, a shy smile on his face as he sat on the edge of his bed.
His heart was thumping so hard that he was sure it would break through his chest. Every what-if he thought could only go anywhere in his head suddenly opened up to the very real possibility of more. And if Marcus knew how to do anything, it was acting on his feelings when he thought something could become more.
He just didn’t know how to slow down once it actually did.
And that wasn’t even a bad thing, necessarily. Plenty of people fell in love quickly and their relationships only ever got stronger with time. But those relationships had people that shared the same feelings, the same intensity, and a mutual agreement that they wanted it to progress quickly. Marcus just never had that. He was always the one to care more, to put more into it than he received in return. And that had always led to heartache in the end.
He knew that he should be worried about if you had anybody else in your life. But for all his anxiety around being yet another person’s second choice, he found himself hopeful about what this thing with you could become.
You’d given him your number, after all. He hadn’t even asked for it, and you still gave it to him. Surely that had to count for something.
As much as Marcus wanted to call you now, he could barely keep his eyes open anymore. The sun had long since set below the horizon, which only dogpiled on his exhaustion from the new case. On a Sunday night, no less.
Besides, you’d probably be tired, too. He wanted to call you at a reasonable hour, at the very least. He didn’t need you thinking he wanted a one-time thing or even something casual. Marcus wanted to do this right.
So he trudged through his nighttime routine, determined not to sleep in his clothes two nights in a row, and carefully set your drawing on his bedside table. 
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he whispered to the paper, just as he slipped into sleep. “I promise.”
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You weren’t necessarily disappointed that Marcus hadn’t called you yet. He had had to leave in a hurry for “work stuff,” whatever that meant. Maybe he was just busy. You knew work could certainly get like that for you sometimes, too. 
Maybe he didn’t want to look desperate. Wanted to wait an appropriate amount of time to call so that he wouldn’t seem like he was just waiting for you to come around.
Maybe he hadn’t found the drawing yet. You had been rather sneaky in giving it to him. Why hadn’t you just handed it to him like a normal person? Been more overt in your interest?
Or maybe… maybe he wasn’t calling because he wasn’t interested in you like that. He probably already had somebody. A man as handsome as him surely had to have someone at home. He could have just been being nice. He was making conversation, not flirting.
Yeah, you definitely weren’t disappointed Marcus hadn’t called yet. 
You had just happened to meet a handsome, kind, and funny man who helped you pick up your stuff and then actually listened to you go on a mini rant about design. Without interrupting or trying to show he knew more than you.
In all your years of design, through college and into your career, you had yet to meet a man that checked all those boxes. Many men in architecture had horrendous egos, and anybody outside the field generally didn’t care to listen to you go on and on about it. 
Which is probably why Marcus seemed perfect. He was definitely someone you wanted to get to know better. Someone who you could enjoy being around and someone you could learn from, someone you could learn with.
And he had been so damn handsome, too. You wanted to sit for hours staring into his eyes, a brown so deep they looked like voids. You wanted to run your hands through his hair to see if it was as soft as it looked.
If only he would just call.
By the time Monday came and nearly went, you were really starting to feel a pit in your chest that he hadn’t even tried to contact you. You tried to remind yourself that it had still only been two days, that he was probably busy with whatever kind of job he had that called him in after five o’clock on a Saturday. But he hadn’t even texted you, nor had he done anything that indicated he was interested beyond what he’d said at the museum. You didn’t even know that he had seen your note at all. 
So when you got an incoming call from an unknown number after dinner that night, you nearly dropped your phone on the floor. You managed to just barely get a grip on your phone before taking a deep breath as you pressed the green answer button.
“Hello?”
You heard the person on the other end of the line let out a small breath. “Hi, uh, this is Marcus. I met a woman at the Smithsonian a few days ago. She gave me this drawing she did and it had this number on it, and I’m hoping—assuming—you’re her?”
You let out a small laugh. He’d found it. “I am,” you smiled. “Hi, Marcus.”
“Hi,” he breathed out your name, chuckling nervously. “I’m so glad it’s you. I was worried for a second there that we’d both wanted to see each other again, and I had no idea how to find you.”
“I’m sorry, that’s my fault,” you said, settling in on your couch. “I should have just handed you my number instead of hiding it in your pocket when you weren’t looking.”
“No, it was cute! Finding it made my day a hundred times better.”
“Well, that’s good. When did you find it?”
“Yesterday. Last night,” he clarified. “It was late by the time I got home and found it, though. I didn’t wanna call at an unreasonable time, especially the first time I called you, so I just waited until now.”
Ah, okay. “I appreciate that. I either wouldn’t have answered because I’d have been asleep, or I would have been too tired to hold a conversation,” you huffed out a laugh.
“Oh, believe me, I was about five minutes away from collapsing in my bed from exhaustion when I found it. I wouldn’t have been much better,” he chuckled.
Your laughter mixes with Marcus’s across the phone line. “In any case, I’m happy you called. I know we just met once, and it’s only been a few days since then, but I really enjoyed talking with you. I haven’t stopped thinking about it, about you.”
Your heart raced with anticipation as Marcus took in a sharp breath. “I enjoyed talking with you, too,” he said, his voice dropping in both tone and volume. “I swear, I could have sat there with you until they closed the gallery. Every spare second I’ve had since then, I’ve been wanting to see you again, to get to know you better.”
Though he couldn’t see it, you ducked your head as a huge grin spread across your face. You lowered your voice to match his. “It’s good that I decided to be sneaky and different in giving you my number then, huh?”
“Oh, absolutely,” he insisted, his own smile to match yours clear from his tone. “Different is good. I could definitely use a little different.”
You hummed in acknowledgment. “Meeting you was definitely a good different for me.”
“Funny, I could say the same thing about you,” Marcus said. “And like I said, I’d love to see you again. I wanna learn more about you, what you’re passionate about, what makes you excited…”
“I would love to,” you quickly agreed. “This might sound crazy, and you can totally say no, but what if we went back to the gallery where we met? I may have sat there for days doing that drawing, but I never actually went through the exhibits. It’d be fun to walk through them together.”
Marcus let out a small, astonished laugh. “You know, that sounds great. I didn’t quite take it all in like I’d have liked to. What do you say, next Saturday afternoon? We meet there and go through the exhibits and get to know each other?”
“That sounds perfect,” you smiled. “I already can’t wait.”
“Me either,” he said, repeating your name. “I’ll text you so you have my number, too. See you Saturday?”
“See you Saturday,” you confirmed. “Bye, Marcus.”
“Bye,” he whispered, just before he ended the call. You flopped back onto your couch cushions, clutching your phone to your chest and letting out the giddiest giggle you think you’ve ever had. You lay there for a moment, taking in the whole situation, and after a few minutes, you felt your phone buzz under your hands. As you picked it up, you saw a new notification had popped up.
Hey, it’s Marcus, it read. I can’t wait to meet you again :)
And as you typed out your reply, you couldn’t help but think that maybe Saturday couldn’t come soon enough for him, too.
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Lissie! I love you so much for spreading this end of year love! You are truly one of the gems of this hellsite (affectionate)!
A few shout outs for some of my favorite fics over the year:
@honestly-shite Notes on Tutoring is a masterclass in tension and illicit affairs. I yearn constantly for their Dave York and it’s just plain rude the state they’ve put me in.
@asta-lily Prince of Dorne and Absence of Judgement are two of my favorites from this year. Lils is brilliant and has been responsible for me staring into the void for hours on end.
@the-ginger-hedge-witch Read You Like a Book! Better than a majority of the crime novels I’ve read! Ren is a true talent and I know one day I will own her books and place them proudly on my bookshelf.
@yespolkadotkitty Fighting Blind! Made me fall in love with that grumpy Spaniard! Seriously! I think about this story once a week! It’s so beautiful!
@mandocrasis Bonded! Birdie made me fall in love with Max Phillips and now I don’t know what to do with myself! Now all I do is think about that snarky vampire and I’m just flabbergasted!
@blueeyesatnight Amazing story Strongest Member of the Team (and her whole master list)! Blue is constantly giving out quality content that always has me laughing and smiling!
@wyn-n-tonic Frizzy verse! Seriously amazing storytelling for Frankie and her ofc Lizzy Miller! No one can take on emotionally honest source material like O.
@disgruntledspacedad Better Love series was my first Javier Peña fic and one of the first authors who encouraged me to post my writing! Jay’s talent is awe-inspiring and earth shattering.
And finally-
@jazzelsaur Between the Raindrops. A story I was woefully late to but now am completely obsessed with. Catch me outside with my banner and my bullhorn screaming about Jess’s brilliant writing and her amazing way to communicate emotions. Everything about this story is evocative and gut-wrenching and I will never stop shrieking about it.
wow! lots of love from Cat!! Thank you dear 🥰🥰🥰
@honestly-shite for Notes on Tutoring (Dave York x f!reader)
Mr York becomes your new classical guitar tutor in your final year at music college. A dark, mysterious man, you struggle to get a read on him but that doesn’t stop you from finding many ways to push his buttons. You manage to infuriate him with your stubbornness and forced complacency but there is definitely something else too. There’s a pull that you feel whenever he is near. You wonder if he feels it too.
@asta-lily for The Prince of Dorne (Modern!Casino owner Oberyn x reader)
Dorne was his kingdom, one he ruled over with reverence to those who played, and drank, and laughed; and mysterious accidents met those who dared disturb his peace - ruling his playground with the wisdom of a king yet the temper of a boy. Thus, they dubbed him - ‘The Prince’.
AND for Absence of Judgement (Marcus Moreno x f!reader)
You travel in search of inspiration; fate seems to hand it to you in the most backhanded of ways as you lock eyes with a mysterious stranger from across the bar.
@the-ginger-hedge-witch for Read You Like a Book (Marcus Pike x f!reader)
When Marcus Pike is called to Chicago for a short-term assignment, he never expects to meet someone who makes him want to stay forever. Is this Marcus’s chance at home?
@yespolkadotkitty for Fighting Blind (Pero Tovar x original female character)
Curator Jade is hurtled back in time by a mysterious axe.
@mandocrasis for Bonded (Max Phillips x original female character)
Prudence travels the country investigating paranormal claims and reports. When you get a call about a possible vampire you don’t hesitate to check it out. What you don’t anticipate are things going sideways and getting yourself bound to the vampire for the foreseeable future. If you’re lucky, you’ll make it out of this ordeal alive.
@blueeyesatnight for Strongest Member of the Team (Marcus Moreno x reader (eventual wife))
@wyn-n-tonic for The Fizzy Universe (Frankie Morales x original female character)
A snapshot series in to the lives and relationship of Francisco Morales and Elizabeth Miller, Benny’s and Will’s sister.
@disgruntledspacedad for the Better Love series (Javier Peña x original female character/named reader)
He’s a DEA Agent. You work for the CIA. You’re an unstoppable force. He’s an immovable object. A collision between you is inevitable. The fallout will be monumental. Slices of life from your adventures with Peña in Colombia.
@jazzelsaur for Between the Raindrops (Frankie Morales x original female character/named reader)
Frankie’s life is coming apart at the seams, when Ellie, a widow facing her own share of struggles, moves in next door. Together they find friendship, healing, and something more.
send some love to your favourite fic writers for new year ✨
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madslorian · 3 years
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April Fanfic Recommendations
I'm back! I have unfortunately written 3 papers in the last 2 weeks and honestly even though I had time to read at night and come reblog stuff during the day, I could not compile this list for you in my spare time.
This is a collection of I believe 3 weeks, so I left out some stories that I will include in another post instead! This week we're trying something different where I include the author's tags or warnings. That makes me feel hella vulnerable fully exposing what I read, but it's okay! I want to be more open in what is intended for those 18+.
** means NSFW and not intended for those under 18, and please pay attention to warnings!
Authors mentioned this week:
@frannyzooey
@mylifeisactuallyamess
@starryeyedstories
@tintinwrites
@dameronology
@autumnleaves1991-blog
@ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa
@absurdthirst
@bison-writes
@221bshrlocked
@heatherbel
@slater-baby
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⊱{Frankie Morales}⊰
**RUNTIME BY FRANNYZOOEY
↳ Smut!!, cockwarming, PIV, and filthy dirty talk.
**TITLE MENU BY FRANNYZOOEY
↳ Smut!!, oral sex (female receiving), mutual masturbation, and another round of dirty talk making me blush.
**POST CREDITS SCENE BY FRANNYZOOEY
↳ Smut!!, PIV, and you guessed it, dirty talk.
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⊱{Poe Dameron}⊰
**YAVIN HIGH REUNION BY MYLIFEISACTUALLYAMESS
↳ Smut!!, mentions of divorce, mention of a child, angst, fluff, alcohol, swearing.
IT'S TIME BY STARRYEYEDSTORIES
↳ Childbirth, swearing, emotions, but overall just a happy little Dameron family.
SOFT (MINI-SERIES) PART 1 / PART 2 BY TINTINWRITES
↳ Naughty words, sexual references, enjoy part 2...
THE LIGHT SIDE (MINI-SERIES) PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 BY TINTINWRITES
↳ Implications of sex, pregnant reader, fainting, naughty words, angry Poe, this one made my heart go soft.
**PROVOCATIVE (MINI-SERIES) PART 1 / PART 2 BY TINTINWRITES
↳ Smut!!, College Professor!Poe x Student!Reader, kinky, spanking, and then freaking out when emotions are mentioned.
INSOMNIA (MINI-SERIES) BY DAMERONOLOGY
↳ 5 chapters, swearing, fluff, angst, mentions of injury.
POE DAMERON'S WIFE (MINI-SERIES) (AO3) BY ZIVABALLERINA
↳ 5 chapters, Poe Dameron x OFC, implied death, fluff, mentions of injury, swearing, fluff again, Poe being fricken adorable with a baby for a second on chapter 3, loss of friends. (There's also a part 2 to this story listed on AO3, however, it hasn't been updated in almost a year.)
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⊱{Cassian Andor}⊰
**THE SUN ON BOTH SIDES BY NO-DROIDS
↳ Smut!!, PIV, sex pollen, dub-con, drug use, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, dirty talk, oral sex (male and female receiving).
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⊱{King Arthur}⊰
**LITTLE ONE (MINI-SERIES?) PART 1 / PART 2 BY AUTUMNLEAVES1991-BLOG
↳ Smut!!, PIV, really rough sex, restraint, sir/majesty kink (daddy equivalent), language, torture, spanking, nipple clamps, blindfolds, choking, unprotected sex, squirting, gagging, and a bit of fluff, so basically any filthy thing I've ever thought of was in these pieces.
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⊱{Max Phillips}⊰
**WITH CHERRIES ON TOP (SERIES) BY ITHINKHESGAYBUTWESAVEDMUFASA
↳ Smut!!, language, adult themes, sexual innuendos, workplace harassment, family issues, angst, hurt/comfort, manipulation. I've already recommended this (when I was on chapter 1) but I have since finished this story and loved it!
**UNHOLY SACRIFICE BY ABSURDTHIRST
↳ Smut!!, PIV, religion kink, virginity kink, religious guilt, severe blasphemy, lewd acts in a church, desecration of holy grounds, oral sex (female receiving), loss of virginity, unprotected sex, blood, blood-drinking, creampie, death, so much filthy shit I don't even think I could explain how hot it was.
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yeah I had to use that gif, he looks like a wooly mammoth and I laughed when I saw this scene
⊱{Pero Tovar}⊰
SWEEP ME OFF MY FEET BY BISON-WRITES
↳ Modern!Pero, mentions a car accident, mentions of injury, fluff.
**EL BAŃO BY ABSURDTHIRST
↳ Smut!!, PIV, handjob, derogatory language, loss of virginity, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie.
**AS SWEET AS HONEY, AS TEMPTING AS DEATH BY 221BSHRLOCKED
↳ Smut!!, PIV, angst, blasphemy once again, dub-con, sex pollen, mutual pining, voyeurism to some degree, unprotected sex, hot dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, oral sex (female and male receiving), creampie, slight choking, fluid exchange, overstimulation, squirting, I come back to this one often.
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⊱{Javier Peña}⊰
USED TEA BAGS BY AUTUMNLEAVES1991-BLOG
↳ 18+, language, implied sexual situations.
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⊱{Dave York}⊰
BLANK PAGE BY HEATHERBEL
↳ Smut!!, murder, violence, blood, death, reader in danger, slight dub-con, oral sex (both male and female receiving), unprotected sex.
GRAY AREA BY SLATER-BABY
↳ Canon-divergence, sharing clothes, age gap, the realization of feelings, falling in love, getting asked out, fluff, character exploration, mentioned divorce, mentioned former Dave York x Carol York, non-explicit murder/violence/injury.
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⊱{Marcus Moreno}⊰
WE ARE FAMILY BY STARRYEYEDSTORIES
↳ Themes of pregnancy, babies, and childbirth (no birth scene).
THE PAST, PRESENT, & FUTURE (MINI-SERIES) PART 1 / PART 2 / **PART 3 BY BISON-WRITES
↳ **for smut!! (I'm doing all these tags on my own so bear with me) Original character, mention of injury, running away from home, friends/coworkers to lovers, mentions of Marcus losing his wife, slight steam in part 1, making out like teenagers hehe, meddling kids, kids forcing the adults into a date, drinking, and more making out in part 2, Miracle Guy interrupting stuff, kids using their powers to manipulate Marcus and OC, angry and yelling at the kids, injury.
Smut tags - oral sex (female receiving), PIV, protected sex
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⊱{Marcus Pike}⊰
FAMILY MAN BY STARRYEYEDSTORIES
↳ Headcanon, parenthood, and children.
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prolix-yuy · 2 years
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Want to join the fun? Head to @writersironchef for details, prompts and to find other writers entries!
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Slow Dancing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader
The Bridge: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x F!Reader (continued from Slow Dancing)
Forbidden Kiss: Ezra x GN!Reader
Stop That, Right Now: Pero Tovar x F!Reader
Teamwork: Pero Tovar x F!Reader (continued from Stop That, Right Now)
Taking a Bath Together: Marcus Pike x F!Reader
The Devil You Know: The Thief "Casillero del Diablo" x Original Female Character
Falling Asleep: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x GN!Reader
Staying the Night: Jack Russell (Werewolf by Night) x F!Reader
Mistake: Jack Russell (Werewolf by Night) x F!Reader (continued from Staying the Night)
The List: Marcus Pike x F!Reader
My Everything and Beyond: Marcus Pike x F!Reader
Anywhere but Here: Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos
Lovesick: Joel Miller x GN!Reader
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Words please!
Likely
Blink
Tear
Hold
Sure thing buddy :D
Likely
This is from part two of That Yeehaw Motherfucker, a Jack "Whiskey" Daniels fic
Were you tipsy, or were you actually having a good time? Well the most likely (and most shocking) answer was that it was a little bit of both. After you’d agreed to stick around for one drink, Jack had returned to the table with his own drink - and shots for all three of you.
Blink
This is from In Black and White, a George Russell x Original Female Character fic
“I’m so sorry!” It was a softer voice than he expected. George finally turned to face the person properly. As he did, his breath caught in his throat. 
He recognized her eyes, first. They had so often been bright with mischief, or a taunt, though now the gold-flecked hazel was shaded with nerves. In just a blink, they were bright again, and George’s lips pulled into an unwitting smile. 
“Mr. Russell!” She laughed with an open ease and joy. “I’m terribly sorry—I was distracted.” 
“That does not surprise me one bit, Miss Flannery.” 
Tear
This is from the Autumn Flush chapter of Cold Snap (which I swear I'm still working on)
The celebration is a small one, but you’re certain it couldn’t be lovelier. The town’s judge officiates; half of the town turns up to see the two of you married. You can’t shield or mask your joy, and you don’t want to. Tears spring up in your eyes as you exchange vows; you have to stop yourself from leaning into his chest and clinging to him in front of the others. 
Hold
This is from Sleeper, a Marcus Pike x Reader fic
“And your connection to this painting?” You hold the remaining pictures in your hand up, waving them a little. Pike’s expression flashes with embarrassment of his own, a bashful smile taking over his lips.
“I’m uh…I’m also something of a collector.”


“…Uh huh,” You nod, “So this isn’t Mish’s. This is yours.” 


“It is.” 


“You think you have a sleeper.” 
“I think it’s a possibility.”
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albertasunrise · 2 years
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Sooooo a few of y’all asked to be added to my tag list, which I did, but for whatever reason your usernames didn’t save and I’ve lost em now 😭… So if you wanna be added, please can you let me know via this link again ♥️
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