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Not A Relationship Guy

Tristan Flynn x Reader

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Requeted by Anon! This is the Tristan Flynn part of "Az or Flynn" lol. Thanks again for enabling me to write about my faves! Hope you like it! Also, Happy Valentine's Day everybody!

Fandom: Crescent City

Summary: Bryce's good friend from Nidaros has moved to Crescent City with her, and quickly made an impression on a certain fae lord. But she's not interested in a one-night stand, and Flynn has made it clear before that he's not really a relationship guy.

Word Count: 5,252

Category: Angst, Fluff, Humor

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When I'd first come to Crescent City, I hadn't known anyone other than Bryce. We'd grown up together in Nidaros, and now as adults, we'd maintained our close friendship even after she moved away. About a month ago, I'd joined her, following her move to the big city. I'd been terrified and out of my depth, with Bryce as my only connection in the massive metropolis. Now, I stood shoulder to shoulder with the top ranking members of the Fae Aux, screaming as we spectated the end of a beer pong game in the middle of a massive house party.

Things had certainly changed.

Declan and his boyfriend Marc stood on one side of the table, competing against a few people I didn't know. I was still relatively new, although my circle had expanded thanks to Bryce. Dec and Marc only had one cup left on their opponent's side, and then the game would be theirs.

The whole room screamed, a mix of heckling and encouragement, as Dec lined up his shot. Bryce hung off my neck, stone cold sober but shouting like the drunkest one in the crowd, which made me smile. Finally, after an extra moment's pause, Dec let the ball fly.

A moment later, it splashed into the cup, making Marc and Dec the winners.

The room erupted into cheers, no matter if people were rooting for or against Dec. A shot like that had to be appreciated.

The other team got a chance at redemption, but couldn't manage to get all of Marc and Dec's cups without missing. The game officially ended, with Marc and Dec's ten game win streak remaining unbroken.

"Boo!" came a loud voice, stepping through the crowd to the side of the table the losers had just vacated. Tristan Flynn stood tall, heckling his best friend across the table. "Somebody needs to take you two down!"

"Somebody just tried, Flynn!" Dec called back. "And you tried a few rounds ago, too. We're untouchable."

He and Marc did a little celebration, and Flynn rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, that was with Ruhn as my partner. I just need a better partner, and then you two are done." His eyes turned to scan the crowd, landing immediately on Brcye.

"Quinlan-"

"Nope. No interest in being your teammate, Flynn."

He put a hand to his chest, mock hurt. "You wound me, Quinlan."

Bryce rolled her eyes. "You'll live. Besides, you're in luck. I happen to have the perfect partner for you."

Flynn raised an eyebrow in question at the same time Bryce gave me a hard shove forward. I turned to glare at her, but she just grinned back and gave me a little 'shoo' gesture. I narrowed my eyes at her even further, but turned back to Flynn anyway.

He watched me with a skeptical gaze. We'd gotten to know each other a little since I'd come to Lunathion, and we generally got along. That didn't make him trust me as a beer pong partner, though.

"Are you any good at pong, sweetheart?" he asked. I shrugged.

"I guess you're gonna find out."

With that, I turned from Flynn to quickly rerack the cups before picking up one of the balls on the table. I turned to Dec and Marc, waiting for one of them to do the same so we could shoot for who went first. They shared a look, then Dec stepped up, grinning at me as he prepared. I could feel Flynn hovering over my shoulder, but I ignored him as Dec and I locked eyes.

"Eye... to... eye," we said in sync, not looking away from each others' eyes as we let our first shots fly. I sank mine, but unfortunately, so did Dec.

I turned to Flynn. He didn't look impressed, exactly, but the wary skepticism had been replaced by a small, crooked smile.

"You're up," I said simply. Flynn didn't hesitate before stepping up to the table and going through the same procedure Dec and I had just done, but with Marc shooting opposite him. Like me, Flynn splashed his into a cup, but Marc's shot narrowly missed and bounced off into the crowd.

I let up a whooping cheer and high-fived Flynn, who was full-on grinning now. Marc and Dec just shook their heads.

"That means nothing," Dec called across the table. "You're both still toast."

"Yeah yeah, talk is cheap," I shot back. "Toss the other ball over here and let's get this upset on the road."

The game was truly a battle for the ages. The majority of the crowd had quickly rallied behind Flynn and I, since Dec and Marc had been dominating for far too long. They continued to sink shot after shot, but so did we. We held our own, using trash talk and head games and anything else we could think of to our advantage as the game went on.

I wasn't normally a super quiet person or anything, but since I'd been new to town and not in any party scenarios with Bryce's friends before this, I hadn't been ridiculously loud either. Now, however, I screamed, cheered, and jeered at the top of my lungs. With every celebration of success and mocking of the other team's misfortune, I caught Flynn staring at me more and more, an appraising look in his eye. I mostly ignored him, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a warm feeling in my chest when he grinned at me.

We both stayed focused and at the top of our games until, finally, each team only had one cup left. Marc and Dec had briefly pulled ahead, but Flynn had knocked out one of their cups to tie it. Now, the game rested on me.

"C'mon, you can do this!" shouted Flynn, putting his hands on my shoulders and jumping around a little to hype me up. I nodded, then turned to line up my shot as Flynn stepped back.

Marc and Dec were screaming, waving their hands everywhere to try and throw me off. The crowd screamed and the music blared, but I blocked it all out. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, my eyes laser-focused on the cup ahead.

Without giving myself time to second guess, I brought my arm forward and let the ball fly. A second later, it landed with a splash in the final cup of Marc and Dec.

"YES!" roared Flynn, and a moment later my feet had left the ground. He'd wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up in celebration. I laughed, absolutely beaming as Flynn set me down again.

"Alright, alright, it's not over yet!" Marc reminded us, bringing us out of the moment. "We get redemption shots."

"Even if you drag us into overtime, we're untouchable now," Flynn called. Our opponents ignored him, even as I joined Flynn's heckling and the two of us did everything we could think of to distract or psych out our opponents.

Marc shot first, and he missed. Me, Flynn, and apparently everyone else in the room held our breaths as Dec shook out his arm, then lined up his shot. Flynn and I waved our hands around, jumped up and down, and shouted things we thought might distract Dec, moving perfectly in sync like we'd been a team our whole life. Finally, Dec let the ball fly.

Flynn and I ripped our hands back to avoid any accidental interference that would cost us the game, and a split second later, Dec's ball bounced off the rim of our last cup. I reacted like lightning. According to the rules, once it hit the cup, it was fair game. I smacked it out of the way, off the table and into the crowd, before it could fall one way or the other.

"NO!" wailed Dec, sinking to his knees dramatically across the table.

"YES!" Flynn and I screamed in sync, and he picked me up again and spun me around. He put me down a moment later, still beaming, hands still around my waist. Our eyes locked, both caught up in the moment of euphoria, and he leaned towards me just a bit. I smiled, squeezing his arm but turning away to where Marc and Dec were still going through the stages of grief across the table.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to kiss Flynn. But I also knew he wasn't a relationship kind of guy. The three different females I'd seen him make out with throughout the party tonight were testament to that. I didn't want to just kiss him and then try to pretend to go back to normal as friends the next day, so instead, I focused on the euphoria of our win.

Flynn let the moment pass, too, as we gloated over Marc and Dec's defeat. Finally, after significant whining and complaining, they wandered off and another pair stepped up to challenge me and Flynn. We ran the table for the better part of an hour before stepping away to do other things, our win streak still intact.

I stayed at the party with Bryce for a little while longer, dancing and laughing the night away. Flynn joined us for basically all of it, making a point of paying attention to me, talking and laughing with me. He toed the line of flirting more often than not, and never wandered to other parts of the party even though Bryce spent significant time roasting him every chance she got. When she and I finally left the party just after two in the morning, we only got a few steps from the frat house before she turned to me.

"Alright, spill. What's going on with you and Flynn?"

I laughed, gently bumping my shoulder into hers as we walked. "Nothing's going on, Bryce. He's a friend, that's it."

"I've seen how he acts around his friends, and that's not it. I know you're new, but you must've noticed the difference too."

I sighed. "Yeah, I have. And I won't lie, Bryce, he's great. He's funny, I like talking to him and spending time with him. Obviously he's gorgeous. But based on everything I've seen from him, he's not interested in an actual relationship with somebody. Likewise, I'm not interested in making out with somebody at a party and having that be the end of it. So I think it's best if we just stay friends."

Bryce nodded thoughtfully, letting a comfortable silence rest over us for a few blocks as we walked side by side. I thought that was the end of it, but then she chimed in again.

"I've never seen him keep flirting with somebody as long as he did with you tonight. Normally if he hasn't gotten what he wanted in about twenty minutes, he moves on."

I didn't respond. I mean, what was I supposed to say? I wasn't sure Bryce really knew what she was trying to say either, and a second later, she moved on with a curse. I looked at her in question, and she sighed.

"I just got a text from Jesiba. I have to go into work in the morning."

I winced in sympathy, then let Bryce complain to me the rest of the way home. I fell into bed after promising her some kind of baked good when she got home tomorrow to help her get through the work day, and figured that would be the last of the discussion on things with Flynn.

I was very, very wrong.

For the next few weeks, whenever I did any activity that included Flynn, he took every opportunity he got to flirt with me. I never reciprocated, but I didn't totally shut him down either. More than a few of my friends other than Bryce had mentioned it, but I usually brushed their questions off. Flynn and I got on like a wild fire, there was no denying it. But just staying friends, hopefully good friends, still seemed like the best choice to me.

Around a month after Flynn had first started flirting, our whole extended group had decided to go out to the White Raven together to dance the night away and do whatever the hell we wanted to do. Bryce shot me a look on our way out the door, and I raised an eyebrow after locking the door behind us.

"You look good. Are you going to keep ignoring Flynn, or are you finally planning to do something about him tonight?"

I waved her off. "I already told you, Bryce, I'm not-"

"Interested in a one-time thing, yeah, I know. And that's fine. But he's been chasing you for a month. I think you should talk to him, let him know you're not interested."

"I'm sure he'll lose interest soon enough, B. Probably tonight, when he finally gets a break from work to the point that he notices some pretty thing dancing next to him and forgets he ever had a thing for me."

She gave me a skeptical look, but I ignored it. Flynn had become my best friend other than Bryce over the last month, but I wasn't about to start kidding myself that I might be the exception to his lack of interest in relationships.

Bryce and I were the last to arrive, and we found the rest of the group already posted up at a table, the first round of drinks ready to go. Flynn was already out on the dancefloor, and after saying a quick hello to the rest of our friends, I decided to go join him.

"Bryce? You in?"

She grinned and shook her head at me. "Nope. Have fun."

I narrowed my eyes at her, making sure she knew she wasn't being slick and that her implication wasn't appreciated. She blew me a kiss, and I rolled my eyes before turning from the table to go find Flynn on the dancefloor.

"Hey!" he cried, lighting up as soon as he saw me. "Finally!"

He grabbed my hands without hesitation, twirling me around him in the middle of the dancefloor. I smiled and laughed, then fell forward as he pulled me to his chest. I rested my hands on his shoulders, swaying to the beat with him, his beautiful eyes and devilish smile making my heart race. His hands drifted down my waist to rest low on my hips, and it was enough to shake me out of the moment.

I smiled, but put a little more space between us, and Flynn took the hint. He twirled me out and away from him again, and when he pulled me back this time, he dropped my hands. The two of us danced our hearts out, leaving a bit of space between us, letting the music completely take us over. Flynn's eyes still raked over me, but I just grinned back at him as I moved to the beat.

We spent a long, long time out there, dancing our hearts out without caring if we were good, making absolute fools of ourselves. Flynn's eyes stayed locked on me the whole time, that stupid grin never leaving his face. I tried my best to ignore it and just enjoy the moment with the frat boy I'd somehow become best friends with.

Finally, after the song switched again and Flynn showed no signs of slowing down, I had to take a break. I stopped dancing and stepped forward into his space, and Flynn mirrored the move, even leaning down a little so it'd be easier for me to shout into his ear.

"I'm gonna run to the restroom!" I called, still barely able to be heard over the noise. I leaned back and Flynn nodded at me, shooting me one more grin before I turned and headed off through the crowd.

I ducked past all the drunk patrons, and luckily for me, found no line at the bathroom. I paused at the sinks before heading back into the fray to splash some cold water under my eyes, waking me up a little and removing any misbehaving mascara. Then I sighed, gave myself a giant smile in the mirror, and headed for the door back to the rest of the club.

When I stepped into the hallway, to my surprise, I found Flynn standing a few feet from me. He smiled when he caught sight of me, and I came to a stop just in front of him, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the wall.

"What are you doing?" I called over the pounding music still coming from the dancefloor. Flynn's grin just widened and he pushed off the wall, moving to stand in front of me. He braced one arm on the wall over my head and leaned in, crowding me and bringing his face down to within inches of mine.

"What I've been wanting to do since we kicked Dec's ass at pool," he responded, his voice low and throaty, just loud enough to be heard over the music. His eyes darted to my lips, and then he was leaning in, intention clear.

My mind went blank as I stared back at him. He was one of the most handsome males I'd ever met, and I really did love talking to him and spending time with him. My heart raced at his proximity, and I'd never admit it to Bryce, but I wanted to kiss him, bad-

But then I thought better of it, as a group of female shifters passed us, staring and giggling into their hands. How many others had Flynn cornered in the hallway like this, for a physical release before he never called them again? How many females in this club had stood in the same place I did now, with the same male?

I pulled away at the last second, ducking under Flynn's arm to get some space from him. He whirled around to look at me with a frown, arms held out at his sides, clearly wondering what the hell I was doing. He took a step towards me and I took one back, which made him freeze on the spot.

"Sweetheart... what's wrong?" he asked, voice laced with confusion and concern. I wrapped my arms around myself and shook my head.

"I don't... I don't want this, Flynn. I don't want to make out with you in a dark club or hookup at the frat house. I don't care that you like to do that, it's your choice and you clearly enjoy it, but I don't. I don't want to be another fling or hookup or whatever before you move onto the next pretty thing that moves."

Flynn scowled. "What? That's not-"

"You've said yourself that you're not a relationship guy, Flynn. I've heard it a dozen times hanging out at the frat house. And that's okay. But I am a relationship person, and I care about you, a lot. Staying friends with you is more important to me than making out with you one time in a club hallway, only for you to turn around and grind with one of the shifters staring you down half an hour later."

Flynn's whole posture deflated, his expression dropping as he looked at me. I pursed my lips together and tried to give him a sympathetic look.

"Sorry, Flynn. I just... I really think this is for the best."

I didn't wait for a response before turning on my heel and heading back out to the dancefloor. I hadn't expected to care so much, but I could feel my heart threatening to shatter in my chest, and I wanted to get out of here before its resolve totally crumpled.

I reached our table to find my friends laughing and talking, Bryce mercifully on one end of the booth. I leaned in when I reached her, and her demeanor immediately became serious when she heard the tone of my voice.

"Hey, I think I'm gonna head home."

She pulled back and whirled around to look at me.

"What? Why?" Her eyes narrowed. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened. I just... I'm ready to go. You don't have to come, I just thought I should let you know."

She scoffed at me, turning away just long enough to scoop up her purse before standing with me.

"Let's go."

I shot her a grateful look, and she linked arms with me without a second look over her shoulder to the males at our table as we headed for the door. I didn't follow her lead, and when I looked back, I saw Flynn up against the wall again, some gorgeous female in front of him and leaning in with obvious intent in her eyes. That little piece of my heart I'd been trying to hold together finally splintered and broke away.

I hadn't wanted to talk about it, but Bryce managed to get the full story out of me before I went to bed. She looked thoughtful, and clearly had some opinions she wanted to share, but I was exhausted and hurting and didn't want to talk about it. Thankfully, that must've shown clearly enough on my face that she let it go.

At least, until I wandered into the kitchen the next morning.

"You look like shit," Bryce said in lieu of good morning, sliding a cup of coffee across the counter towards me. I narrowed my eyes at her, but took the coffee anyway.

"Thanks. That's about how I feel."

"So... do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay, then I will. Why are you pretending you don't have a thing for him?"

"Who said I was, Bryce? He's absolutely gorgeous and I love spending time with him. He's funny, and chaotic in a good way, and I love talking to him. He's become my best friend here, other than you. But I want to date him, not hookup with him. So there's no point talking about it."

"Are you sure he doesn't want to date you, though?"

I fixed her with a look that communicated clearly how stupid I thought that question was. She shot right back with a fierce look of her own.

"I'm just saying, I haven't seen him with anyone else since you two started hanging out. And he hasn't talked about the single lifestyle since then, either, or even joke-flirted with me."

I sighed and shook my head. "I saw him with somebody as we were leaving the club last night, after I officially shut him down."

Bryce just hummed, eyes narrowed in thought as she sipped her own mug of coffee. I didn't like one thing about that look, so I quickly picked up my mug and headed back to my bedroom.

"I'm getting dressed, and then I'm probably gonna head to the gym. I'll see you tonight!"

I shut the bedroom door behind me before Bryce had a chance to say anything, heaving a sigh of relief the minute it was closed.

I changed quickly, but waited to leave my room until I heard Bryce go into her own. I didn't want to be ambushed and forced into another talk, hence why I was going to the gym in the first place. It would be a good way to lose myself in my music, and to be distracted from feelings by the pain in the rest of my body.

I stayed at the gym for an hour, then took my time showering and getting dressed in the locker room. I stayed under the hot water for a lot longer than usual, trying to wash away the hurt feeling still curled in the center of my chest. It was my own fault, catching feelings for somebody who I knew didn't want a relationship. But that didn't make it any less terrible to try and recover.

When I finally left the gym, the sun was high in the sky, which gave me hope that Bryce might be at work when I got home. I knew I'd have to face her and that thoughtful look she'd had sooner or later, but my preference was later, and I wanted to do everything I could to push that conversation off.

Luckily, our apartment was empty when I pushed back through the door. I sighed, throwing on the first thing that looked good on the tv and heading to the kitchen to make myself some lunch. I'd just settled into the couch and taken the first bite of my sandwich when a knock on the door disturbed me.

Not many people could make it up to our apartment from the lobby, so I knew I couldn't ignore the knock. I set my sandwich down with a huff and crossed the room, not bothering to check the peephole before flinging the door open.

I immediately regretted my decision when I found Tristan Flynn standing before me, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. I frowned, glancing over his shoulder for any sign of the rest of the frat pack, but he was the only one in the hallway.

"Flynn, what- ACHOO!"

My head flung forward violently at the smell of the flowers in Flynn's hands, and I groaned as I straightened up on the other side of the sneezing fit. I looked up at him again, this time through slightly bleary eyes. He looked a little panicked.

"Fuck. Are you allergic to flowers? I told Ruhn it was a stupid idea-"

"Wait, did you bring those for me? Did Ruhn tell you to bring those for me?"

Flynn grimaced. "Yeah. It's a long- hold on."

He cut himself off when he noticed me scrunching my nose, trying to fend off another sneezing fit. He took a few steps back to a pot down the hallway, then with a wave of his hand and a little of his magic, he buried the bouquet in the dirt of the fern.

"Fertilizer," he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he returned to stand before me. "Sorry about that."

"That's okay..." I still sounded a little stuffy, but hopefully that would stop soon now that the flowers were out of nose-range. "What... what are you doing here?"

He sighed, staring at the ground for a few beats before abruptly looking up at me. His warm eyes met my own, and that little shard that had broken off last night dug itself in a little harder, almost making me wince in pain.

"I needed to talk to you. I... came to ask you out."

I laughed. When Flynn's face stayed just as grave and serious as it had been, more serious than I'd ever seen him look, I stopped laughing.

"Wait... are you serious?"

"Yeah, I am. Thanks for laughing, by the way."

"I'm sorry, I just, I don't know. Bringing flowers to my door to ask me on a date doesn't really seem like your thing."

"No shit. I almost killed you with those stupid flowers a minute ago." I cracked a smile again, and finally, a smile made its way onto Flynn's face too. He blew out a long breath, then shook his head. "Look, I know I'm not good at this. I've had a lot of practice and time to get good at other things, but... not this. But I don't want you to be a hookup. I've never had more fun in my life than whenever I spend time with you. You're funny and smart and gorgeous, and I haven't given a shit about other females since you sank that first shot in eye-to-eye. So I'm here to ask you on a real date. For... a real relationship."

His face scrunched up a little at the word, and my eyebrows shot into my hairline.

"You know people are usually excited when they talk about a relationship, right?"

"I am," he said, pinning me with the intense stare he normally reserved for Aux business. "This is just... new to me. I'm figuring it out. But I know that I want you, and no one else. I made fun of Quinlan and Athalar for being so sappy about all that 'dating your best friend' shit, but... having met you, it actually sounds kind of nice."

A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, especially as Flynn fidgeted in front of me. I'd never seen him nervous like this, probably because he didn't usually fear rejection for meaningless make outs. But that thought brought another image to my mind.

"What about the female in the club last night?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. I failed, emotion breaking through, but at least I'd tried.

Flynn raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"The one you were getting hot and heavy with when Bryce and I left," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Flynn just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Please. She was drunk as hell and throwing herself at the first male she found attractive. Not that I would've minded before, but..." He rested one arm on the doorway above me, leaning into my space with a confident smirk that made my heart race. "Last night I had other things on my mind."

I fought and failed to keep a smile off my face, my gaze dropping from Flynn's. My heart raced at his words and his proximity, and I knew he could hear it. I expected him to rub it in, but instead, he let out a long breath.

"Look, you shot me down last night, and I don't want to put pressure on you and ruin our friendship or whatever. So it's not an issue if you say no, alright? But if you give me a chance..." I looked up, just in time to see that insufferable smirk on his face. "I plan to make the most of it."

This time, I didn't bother fighting the smile as it spread across my face. I rested a hand on Flynn's shoulder and leaned in closer, until I could place a soft kiss on his cheek. His hand immediately dropped from the doorframe to my waist, pulling me tight against him, but I just smirked and leaned back.

"I'm up for a date, Flynn. What did you have in mind?"

He practically growled as his eyes roved my face, down the rest of me, and back up to meet my eyes. More than a small part of my brain wanted to take advantage of the empty apartment behind me, but the rest of me won out. I wasn't about to make it that easy on him.

"I was thinking dinner. Drinks. And then... whatever else we feel like doing, after that."

Everything about Flynn's tone and body language made it clear exactly what he had in mind for "after that". I smiled, leaning into him a little further, bringing one hand up to run it through his hair. Flynn's eyelids fluttered.

"That sounds like a great plan, Flynn. What time do you want to pick me up?"

"Seven?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then."

With that, I slipped out of Flynn's grip, shooting him a wicked smirk and wave before shutting the door on him.

"What the fuck?" I heard him yell from outside. I just laughed.

"I've got things to do before our date tonight, Flynn!" I called back, knowing he could hear me just fine through the door with his fae hearing. "If you seriously waited a month, I think you can handle a couple more hours."

I could hear him grumbling on the other side of the door, but I just returned to the couch and my waiting sandwich. After a moment, he called out again, loud enough to still be heard.

"Fine! I'll see you tonight then, sweetheart. Get ready for the night of your life."

I didn't respond, not least of all because I didn't trust myself to. If Flynn was all in, then so was I. And I absolutely couldn't wait for our date tonight, from the dinner to the drinks to whatever might come after.

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Shut Up, Marc

Marc Spector X f!Reader

Part 2 of 28 in the February Fluff and Fuck 2023 Challenge

Day 2 Prompt - Friends to Lovers

Summary: After a bad breakup, you call your close friend Marc to come and pick you up. You don't feel like going home to be alone on Valentine's Day, so he agrees to take you to his place for the night.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, smut, porn with some plot, Jake and Steven make minor appearances, mentions of reader's father w/ alcoholism and abusing mother (non-explicit), valentine's day fic, friends to lovers

Word Count: 4k

You were standing on the sidewalk outside of your, now, exes house with a river of tears falling down your cheeks. When you looked at your phone, you saw the time was 11:01pm. It was late, too late to call anyone. You were certain that in this small town there wouldn’t even be a cab available. As your mind raced through names of people who could help, you realized who you should’ve thought of first and foremost.

You remembered when Marc had told you, anytime you need anything, you just call me, alright? Surely it was too late, but you didn’t have anyone else you could think of that would come get you at that hour on Valentine’s Day.

Your mother had told you that Kevin was no good from the first day you’d met him, but you didn’t listen of course. You liked the way he made you laugh, and he was a damn good cook. None of that made up for the fact that just then, when you’d come over to surprise him for what was supposed to be the most romantic day of the year, you’d found him pressed, hips to ass with another woman.

With shaking hands, and blurred vision, you called Marc.

When he answered, he croaked out your name in his sleep drunk state, “...what’s going on? It’s…it’s past eleven at night. Are you ok?”

“M-Marc…” You whimpered, trying to keep yourself from sobbing over the phone.

“Are you hurt?” He immediately sounded awake, as though he wasn’t just woken from sleep. He was so intense sometimes, it took you off guard.

“N-no, Marc nothing like that.” You said.

“Then what is it?” He asked, concerned.

“I’m going to be at Bixie’s Crossroads, can you come get me?” You asked, voice cracking under your sorrow.

“Be there in ten.” He said, hanging up the phone.

You knew he lived twenty minutes from Bixie’s, but if Marc Spector said that he was going to be somewhere, he would be there, and he would be there on time or earlier. You felt cold, having worn only a cute and short dress in an effort to impress your now ex boyfriend. The heels you were in had you in agony as you approached the gas station where you’d wait for Marc. You hoped the blisters on your ankles would heal quickly.

Marc finally showed up and rushed over to you.

“Hey…” he said your name, “are you ok?”

You nodded, holding yourself tight and shivering. He immediately saw how cold you were and removed his coat, wrapping it over your shoulders before ushering you to the truck. After helping you into your seat, he got back in on the driver’s side and then started driving. You pulled your seatbelt over yourself and tugged his coat around you tightly.

“Was it that asshole Kevin?” He asked. “You know I always-”

“Can you please just shut up.” You said more harshly than you meant to.

“I have to ask…am I taking you home or…” He was timid when asking you a question after you’d snapped at him to shut up.

“I don’t want to impose, but I’d rather not go home so I don’t have to hear, I told you so, from my Mom too.” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked into the side mirror.

Your makeup was running down your face. It was such a mess that some had even spilled onto your cleavage. Marc was quiet for a while, you knew he was trying to think of something to say, and after a moment of calming down, you weren’t as upset with him when he spoke to you again.

“Jake is pissed off.” You looked over at Marc. “He is yelling at me to go fight the guy.” Marc chuckled.

“If I thought it would change anything, I’d let him.” You looked back out the window.

“I’m surprised you didn’t want Steven. He’s a lot better at this kind of thing you know.” Marc pointed out.

He was right. You’d known Marc and his alters for a long time, and of course you loved them all dearly and the roles they played in your life, but when you thought about who you really needed when you were standing outside of your ex's house in heaving sobs, it was Marc. Marc always knew how to take care of you, and he was the one you wished you could talk to.

You remembered being a kid, he was a few years older than you, and your dad was fucked up again, drunk out of his mind and taking it out on your mother. Marc was fifteen, you were nine. His father and your father had been friends, that’s how you’d met. You were sitting outside that night, listening to your parents fighting inside and Marc happened to be walking by on his way to the convenience store. He saw you, and walked over to you.

He didn’t say anything, he just held you on the doorstep and rubbed your shoulder while you cried. That was also the first time you learned about Steven. Saying Marc knew how to take care of you, meant that he knew how to make sure you were safe, and out of harm’s way. He didn’t like the parts that came after, the comforting and the telling you, everything will be alright, he didn’t think he should be the one to do that. He didn’t think he was good enough to be that support system for you.

So many times after that you would turn to Marc to help you when you needed him, and so many times he would rescue you from whatever issue you found yourself in, and so many times he would dip out when it got emotionally difficult to handle. Even then, as you sat in his truck while he drove through town, nearly at his house, you were waiting for him to go into hiding and let Steven take over.

“I need you, Marc.” You said, keeping your eyes out the window.

More silence filled the small space.

When Marc pulled into the driveway of his house, you both got out of the truck. You followed him up the driveway in your aching feet. You couldn’t wait to get inside and take off your heels, and you wished you’d worn something more practical. Marc muttered something unintelligible at his window, no doubt one of the boys still talking about you, while he fumbled with his keys before he finally opened the door and ushered you inside.

Warmth.

You felt the heat envelop you the moment you walked through the door, but you didn’t want to take off Marc’s jacket yet. You clutched it around yourself, feeling the fabric wrapping you in a sense of comfort and safety. It smelled like him, and that alone was enough to make you feel better.

“Do you want me to grab you some sweats and a shirt? Might be a little big on you, but it will probably be more comfortable than what you’re wearing.” He offered, dropping his keys in a dish on a table by the door.

“Yeah, that would be great, Marc.” You caught a glimpse of yourself in the entryway mirror and sighed heavily. “Actually, can I hop in the shower first? I’m a mess.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah sure. Bathroom is right down the hall over there. Towels are on the shelf in there.” He said, pointing to the left of the dining room.

Now you removed the jacket, handing it to him. You went to the bathroom and washed away the night. You washed away the makeup that had run down your cheeks after all the crying you’d done, and you washed away the perfume that Kevin had always told you was his favorite that you wore just for him. You were left with nothing but embarrassment, and frustration.

When you stepped out of the shower, you could hear Steven talking and he sounded upset. You had a feeling you knew why he had control now, and you were sure you’d find out for sure when you were finished in the bathroom. Steam billowed around you when you stepped into the hall, and you heard Steven stop speaking abruptly. They were talking about you. Of course they were, what else would they have been talking about?

You turned left and could see Steven standing in the living room holding a set of clothes neatly folded in his hands, outstretched to you.

“Hi, Steven.” You said, walking over and grabbing the clothes from him.

“Hi…” Steven said your name. “Marc is erm…”

“I don’t care. He always does this to me.” You started to choke up again, but you didn’t like making Steven feel bad so you turned away. “Thanks for these clothes.”

“Oh, don’t cry, it’s going to be alright, love.” He said gently, touching your back. “Look I tried to tell Marc that you needed him tonight, but he really insisted that he thought I was best for the job.”

“He’s always running away on me when I’m upset. I know it’s hard for him, but I need him.” You looked at Steven again. “I care about you Steven, and Jake too, but sometimes I just need Marc.” You let out a heavy sigh. “Nevermind. I’m just gonna go change and then head to bed I guess.”

Steven looked heartbroken for you as you stepped away from him and made your way to the bathroom again. You dried yourself and pouted at your puffy eyes in the mirror. This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go. You should’ve been curled up with Kevin watching a crappy movie pretending that you didn’t feel his erection poking your hip until he couldn’t stand it anymore and you let him take you in the bedroom. Instead you were listening to Steven arguing with the other two in the living room from the bathroom of their house.

When you walked out, he was hushed again, and looking at you softly. His cheeks were all red from the arguing. You could tell he was distressed. He hated arguing, and he especially hated it when the three of them were in disagreement. You imagined it must be hard to have three minds in one body all pulling different directions.

“Steven, you don’t have to argue with him anymore, I’m good.” You pressed your lips together tightly. “Marc, I know you can hear me. I get it, I want you to know I’m not mad, it just really sucks. I needed you.”

“For what it’s worth, you can talk to me if you need an ear, or you can just y’know, cry on my shoulder if you want.” Steven offered, looking now like he needed a hug.

You sighed, “I really think I’m just going to go to bed.” You insisted. “I’m tired.”

“There’s only the one bed now. The guest room is getting renovated, so you go ahead and sleep in my room. I’ll sleep out here.” He said.

“I’m not going to take your bed Steven.” You said. “I can sleep-”

“I insist. It’s much more comfortable and you had a hard night.” He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, that much was clear.

You nodded. “Alright then. Thanks Steven. I appreciate you so, so much.”

Of the three of them, you’d only hugged Marc and Steven, and Steven gave the best hugs by far. You would think that something like a hug, being from the same body, wouldn’t be any different regardless of who was in control, but Steven’s hugs were easy to melt into, like they softened every part of you. He was so warm.

“Keep your chin up, love.” Steven said, “you’re really amazing and you deserve better than whatever that horrible person did to you.”

“Thank you Steven. Truly.” You said, waving goodnight to him as you headed down the hall to their bedroom.

As you walked into the room, you felt a sense of sadness wash over you. You were alone again, and even your closest friend wasn’t going to be there to comfort you. You thought about going back out to the living room to take Steven up on his offer for a good shoulder cry, and even ask him to sleep in the bed with you, but you decided against it. You couldn’t give Marc the satisfaction of using Steven as an emotional sponge when he hid from you.

Ever since you and Marc had become friends, you knew Marc was like this, constantly wallowing in self-pity and self-loathing. You thought about the time that you two tried to date after you were nineteen and he had just turned twenty-five, and he quite literally told you that he was, too messed up to bring you down with him. He even managed to, through a night of painful sobbing of his own, tell you about the trauma that caused it all in the first place. Despite all of it, you still cared about him, and you still loved him and wanted to date him, but he refused to, as he put it, put you through that.

So the two of you had remained just friends through all that time. Over the years you got to know Steven and Jake too, and you cared for them as much as you cared for Marc, even though Jake could be a little rough around the edges at times. Right now though, you needed your best friend. You needed the man who had been there from the beginning.

He always felt like his comforting wasn’t good enough, and like you deserved a better friend. No matter how many times you told him that you didn’t need someone to hold your hand or dry your tears, that you just needed him to be there and let you talk, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Steven told you once that he thought seeing you upset bothered Marc so much that he couldn’t bear to see it without feeling the need to hide.

It didn’t matter now, he was out there, hiding from you, and you were in his bed, curled up under his blankets and wetting his pillows with your damp hair and still streaming tears. You froze when you heard the door open. You sat up and looked through the darkness and saw him standing there.

“Steven?” You asked, squinting your puffy eyes.

“No, it’s me.” Marc said quietly.

“Marc.” You said, relieved. “Come here, please.” You practically begged, holding up one end of the blanket and beckoning him to join you.

He walked over and got into the bed, laying his head down and looking at you. His eyes were so pretty, glistening in what little light the moon provided through the window above the headboard. He reached up a hand and wiped away a tear with his thumb. His hand stayed on your cheek. You smiled and leaned into his touch.

“I’m an asshole.” He said quietly.

“I know you don’t mean to be.” You said. “I know this isn’t easy for you, so thank you.”

“Come here.” He whispered, pulling you in tightly.

You nestled into his chest and wrapped your arm around him. You felt his soft breathing against your body, the beat of his heart was quick, but soothing. There was nothing you wanted more than to feel him like this forever.

“You know, I can’t help but feel responsible for this.” He said after some time.

You pulled back and looked up at him. “How? You didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“If I didn’t push you away all those times…” He groaned, “nevermind. You’d just be crying over something I did instea-”

You cut him off with your lips on his. It was likely he was going to push you away, and it was possible you were rebounding from what had happened with Kevin, but you didn’t care. This was what you needed right now, this was the comfort that you craved. His lips were just as soft as you’d imagined for all those years.

Marc tensed for a second, you were ready for him to shove you away in surprise, but he didn’t. Instead you felt him relax before wrapping his arms around you further. When the kiss finally broke, he just stared at you, looking from your lips to your eyes and back again before going back in. Your mouths melted into each other in sweet rhythm and repetition.

“I’m so sorry.” He said breathlessly.

“Marc, just shut the fuck up.” You said, going in for another bruising kiss.

You wrapped a leg over his and you immediately felt the hardness of his cock pressing against you. You’d had fantasies about fucking Marc before, back before you tried dating each other, and you never thought you’d actually get the chance to do it. You separated your lips from his just to place more kisses along his stubbled jawline. The moment your mouth touched the soft skin of his neck, you heard a quiet breathy moan escape him followed by a needy grind of his cock against your clothed cunt.

“Is this something you really want?” He asked. “I don’t want you to-”

“Marc!” You said, leaving his neck to look incredulously into his hooded and lusty eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up Marc, I got it.” He closed his mouth over yours once more, filling you with his needy moans.

You felt his hands begin to explore from your back down to your hip as you returned your mouth to his neck. You were grinding gently against him, feeling your hand working its way down to his hip as well, and slipping into the waistband. He let out a shuttered breath when you started getting a little rougher with your neckplay, sucking the skin there between your teeth.

“F-fuck.” He whispered, churning his hips with a desperation for even the slightest friction.

“You like that, Marc?” You asked against his throat. “You like when I tease you like this?”

“Yeah, yeah I do.” His voice cracked.

You slipped your hand into the waistband further, gently running your fingertips over the shaft of his long cock. You felt him let out a soft whine as he became more desperate. He slid his hand further into your sweats as well. You hadn’t realized how wet you were until his callused middle fingertip touched between your folds. A sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper escaped you.

“Shit, you’re so wet. Damn.” He said, voice becoming more airy and hungry. He slid a finger into your hole. “And tight.”

“Think you can fit?” You asked, wrapping your hand around his girth. “You’re so thick, Marc.”

“I’m gonna try like hell.” He promised, now rolling you so that you were on your back.

You pulled your hand from his cock and reached again for his waistband, pulling eagerly in an attempt to free his erection from the cloth. He assisted you, getting his pants and underwear off before tossing them to the side as though they’d done him wrong. Then you took yours off quickly, trying to get him inside of you as soon as you could. Marc was the type that could change his mind in a moment’s notice, and you didn’t want him backing out now that he’d come so far.

Your legs were spread out under him, the cool air nipping at the wet folds. He brushed the head of his cock at your entrance, testing his size against your small hole. You weren’t a virgin, far from it, but he was bigger than anyone you’d had before, and you knew it would probably be a little painful.

“Will you let me know if I’m hurting you?” He looked at you expectantly.

“For fuck’s sake, Marc, please just-”

He grunted as he slowly pushed past your threshold and deep into you. You muttered an, oh, shit, as he pulled back out again and repeated the process. He sounded so good, groaning with every thrust to the hilt. You arched your back, trying to get him in as deep as you could. This inspired one of his hands to lift under the shirt you wore and latch to your breast. He pinched your nipple before kissing you more, stealing your moans into his mouth.

You wished now that you’d pressed harder when Marc pushed you away years ago. You wished that you’d fought him harder and made him see reason. Another thrust, deep and intentional, forcing your cunt to pulsate over him.

“You sound so good baby, your sweet moans are just…fuck.” He breathed heavily, grunting more, moving harder and faster.

He leaned back up, lifting his shirt up so he could watch himself as he fucked you. You could see it too when you leaned up. His thick length sliding all the way back, almost ready to drop out, before he pushed it back in slowly. You touched your hand to his abdomen, in love with the way it rippled with each fierce movement. There wasn’t a more beautiful sight, not one you could imagine, than Marc watching himself proudly as he filled your hole. His hair was disheveled at this point, sticking to his face, but he looked so good.

“Feels so good Marc, I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.” You whined, feeling your core heating the harder he fucked you.

“Good, I can’t wait to feel your pussy crushing my cock baby.” He was close too, you could feel it in the way his movement became more rapid, nearly bruising your cunt with the strength at which he slammed into you.

“I like it when you call me that.” You admitted. He dropped his shirt and turned his attention back to you.

“Good, that’s really good, baby.” His tone became dark and husky as he leaned forward and grabbed you tightly.

“Are you going to fill me, Marc? You gonna fill me with your cum?” You asked, feeling your climax rising inside of you.

“You want me to? I’d love that.” He buried his face into your neck. “Just tell me.”

“Yes Marc, I want you to…I need you to fill me up.” You begged. “I’m right there, I’m-oh.”

You trembled under Marc’s frame, your cunt doing just as he said he’d wanted and contracting down over his thick cock in a hard pulsating motion. You were making a sound between a scream and a groan. Marc didn’t waste time joining you, his body seizing as his cock throbbed inside of you, stretching you and filling you as full as it could. He stayed like that, holding you in an embrace that you wished would last a lifetime.

When he finally stepped back and climbed off the bed on wobbling legs, he left the room and came back a moment later with a towel. The way he tossed it at you…you knew it wasn’t him anymore. You knew he must’ve taken over when Marc walked out of the room. He crossed his arms over his chest. It didn’t matter to you that one of his alters was seeing you naked, what bothered you was the fact that it was…

“Jake. Give Marc back the body.” You demanded.

“So, are you going to tell me where Kevin lives, or am I going to have to track him down myself, cariño?”

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Vampire Empire

marc guiu x reader based on Vampire Empire warnings: toxic relationship, toxic Marc, angst

(the parts that are written in cursive are recollections and memories)

At first your relationship with Marc had been great, you had known each other for almost your whole life so it wasn’t a surprise to everyone when you got together in the year you both turned 14. The first two years were heaven together but then came the third year, the year in which Marc started playing for the national under 17 team and FC Barcelona. Everything from there went downhill for the both of you, he was stressed and took almost everything out on you. Your relationship went in circles every time; Marc would take his anger and stress out on you, you complained about it after, he’d apologize and then he’d go right back to doing the same thing. You had told him so many times that you couldn’t keep doing this and that if he did it again that you’d leave but then you’d stay because you couldn’t get it over your heart to break his and yours with it.

Your friends had managed to talk some sense into you and you had promised that if he did it again you’d leave him forever.

Well, I walked into your dagger for the last time

You stood in the kitchen of your apartment with Marc with him yelling at you about some irrelevant thing that you hadn’t done that day because you were busy doing other things. With one hand you leaned on the counter and with the other you pinched the bridge of your nose, you were exhausted from his constant yelling at you. The first few arguments you’d taken all his words to heart but right now it went in one ear and out of the other, you just couldn’t be bothered with his constant string of complaining.

“Just stop.” You muttered and Marc stopped yelling, his brows knitting together in confusion as he looked at you sigh. You truly looked tired and like you hadn’t slept in months when you turned towards him.

“This is the same thing multiple times every week, i’ve told you before that this can’t go on forever and you apologize before doing the same thing again,” Your face stays void of any emotion but your eyes show a whirlwind of them: “It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow.”

Where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go

Marc had cried and begged for you to stay like he always did but his crocodile tears didn’t faze you anymore, the only thing you felt towards them was resentment, for keeping you with him for so long and making you so unhappy. But during his crying never once had he stepped forward and tried to hold you back from leaving, no attempts at hugs or grabbing your wrists to get you to stay while you packed up all your bags.

So I can't find surrender and I can't keep control

Your heart screamed at you to stay with Marc, to surrender once again while your brain screamed at you to keep control and to leave this situation after all it was the best for you or was it? You weren’t sure and you felt unsteady like you had for the last year with Marc.

You turn me inside out, and then you want me outside in

The first time you felt the change in your relationship was his birthday, the two of you were going out to eat with his parents and younger brother. You had given him the task to choose which dress you should wear and you had given him two options both silk dresses, one red and the other a soft baby blue. He had chosen the red one and you had worn it to the dinner. When the two of you had gotten home he had started complaining about the dress and that you should’ve worn the baby blue one. You had reminded him that he had chosen the red dress, laughing a little about it and after that he had lashed out at you.

You spin me all around, and then you ask me not to spin

On valentines day, Marc had asked you if you would be willing to come to more of his games because he found it important that you’d be there now that he was getting closer to going professional. You complied, wanting to make him happy even though you were very busy with your studies.

Like you had promised you went to almost every game unless you had an exam but with you going to games more often came Marc getting mad at you because you went so often and his teammates found it embarrassing for him since their girlfriends never came so often. So, taking in his complaint you had stopped going as often but you still went sometimes. After a while he started complaining that you didn’t go to his games enough.

In the end the both of you just kept going in circles about it with him wanting you to go more and then less. Nothing ever seemed good enough.

You say you wanna be alone and you want children

When your relationship was at very low points Marc sometimes admitted that he couldn’t see you two being together in the long term but after he’d go around telling everyone who would listen that you were the one for him and that he couldn’t imagine life without you.

You had even heard him fantasizing about your kids with him to his mother and yours. But then you’d go home and he’d tell you he never wanted kids.

You wanna be with me and you wanna be with him

In the summer of 2023 you had planned a vacation with Marc to try and work everything out, he seemed really happy with the idea and was very involved in planning the vacation.

A week before the vacation he had broken the news to you that he was going on a vacation with Hector the week that the two of you were supposed to go on vacation so you took your best friend with you on the vacation instead.

While you and your best friend were on the vacation, Marc tormented you about going with your best friend instead of him.

It wasn’t the first time Marc had canceled you at the last minute to do something with his friends instead. This was just the only major event you could really remember because it had become such a habit.

You give me chills, I've had it with the drills

For one last time you looked back at Marc while you stood at the opening of the door, waiting for your older brother to reply to your text in which you asked him to pick you up from your apartment. Chills went through you as you looked at the man who had treated you so horribly over the last year. You were completely done with his lectures about every little thing you did wrong in his eyes.

I'm nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing with the pills

Nothing could help the both of you anymore in this relationship, there was nothing that could save whatever was left between you two.

I am empty 'til she fills

You felt empty right now, like you had every time after an argument until Marc apologized to you. You felt as if nothing could ever satisfy you as much as Marc’s sweet words had.

alive until she kills

“This isn’t going to work. I wish you the best.” Marc felt as if you’d ripped his heart out and stomped on it when you uttered those words, he felt as if his legs would give out if he stepped towards you so he didn’t, instead staying nailed to the floor as he looked at you on the doorstep.

His heart cried but he didn’t, no tears spilled out of his eyes or even brimmed up.

His brain wanted to talk but his mouth didn’t move.

In her vampire empire, I am

The last few months he had sucked your soul out of you like he was a vampire sucking blood and now you were doing the same to him.

You regained your lost soul but took his and his heart with you.

You truly felt like you were in your vampire empire.

Falling, yeah

Your brother arrived and you stuffed all your stuff in the car as Marc stayed in the apartment, stuck to his place as you left. The door closed behind you and his legs finally gave out, tears started running down his face as unheard pleas left his mouth.

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idk how to really feel about this one but i think it's a good start to start writing more things again

#marc guiu #fc barcelona #angst #vampire empire

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ficrecs masterlist.

welcome to my ficrecs masterlist! find my main blog @ichorai. find my own fics here.

below the cut includes marvel, game of thrones, house of the dragon, dc, star wars, the boys, friends, bridgerton, bullet train, the gray man, the walking dead, arcane, and succession fics!

marvel.

ೃ⁀➷ bucky barnes.

be still, my indelible love by @pellucid-constellations

code words by @cinebration

cookies and tea by @han-writings

counting by @/pellucid-constellations

depth of a shade by @softlybarnes

dreamscape by @wkemeup

first date by @melwilson

flight risk by @/wkemeup

guiding light by @/wkemeup

harmless by @shurisneakers

henleys and hairties by @lovelybarnes

if without you by @rassvetsky

it will come back by @shedobewritingalittle

i've got you by @majestyeverlasting

keep you warm by @heavenlybarnes

lavender by @/wkemeup

lilac wine by @nexusnyx

looped by @/softlybarnes

nostalgia for the new by @real-jane

safe by @hailhydra920

sleeping on the floor by @duckie-bee

snow days by @bucky-bucket-barnes

the sound of your heart by @jobean12-blog

stairs by @/lovelybarnes

time after time by @intrepidacious

two sides of the same coin by @anonymityisfunwriter

under oath by @ugh-supersoldiers

untitled by @vanderlustwords

valentine by @/softlybarnes

waiting waiting waiting by @/wkemeup

the way he loves by @/lovelybarnes

whatever happens, wherever i go... by @foreverindreamlandd

ೃ⁀➷ charles xavier.

gravitational pull by @lazydoodlesandfanfic

ೃ⁀➷ eddie brock.

exchanges by @whirlybirbs

ೃ⁀➷ frank castle.

wherever you go, i go by @amhrosina

ೃ⁀➷ jack russell.

come back to me by @/cinebration

a good night by @noforkingclue

untitled by @ruby-dragon

ೃ⁀➷ jake lockley.

bad days by @gooddaysmeanwritingdays

the jake problem by @bensolosbluesaber

keep the secret? by @mkfluffluv

trouble sleeping by @the-butterfly-blues

ೃ⁀➷ kate bishop.

this is a hospital by @alotofpockets

ೃ⁀➷ logan howlett.

blast from the past by @lune-hime

the breaking point by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine

dating logan howlett would include... by @chiefdirector

i don’t mind by @siren-and-faies-writing

family outing by @/lune-hime

forever winter by @luna-writes-stuff

if you’ll have me by @make-me-imagine

laura saw you two making-out... by @ellana-ravenwood

logan headcanons by @n1ghtw1ng01

reluctantly here by @moonlit-imagines

tragic endings by @buckyseddie

world on fire by @cobbvanthsblaster

ೃ⁀➷ marc spector.

bad days by @gooddaysmeanwritingdays

a future without you by @/mkfluffluv

halloween again by @/softlybarnes

jealousy by @stevenspector

just let me dream a little more by @the-archxr

lavender kisses by @kiwicider

loss by @b6cky

sleepy thief by @slightlypossessed

trouble sleeping by @/the-butterfly-blues

untitled by @/softlybarnes

ೃ⁀➷ m’baku.

lord of the mountains by @/foreverindreamlandd

ೃ⁀➷ miles morales.

corazón despeinado & cielo en la miente by @parkerflix

ೃ⁀➷ namor.

safest place in the world by @legends-of-apex

sanctuary by @eunsuri

until the waves call me home by @harrysweasleys

ೃ⁀➷ natasha romanoff.

lazy days by @alotofpockets

penguin by @luthorgarbage

ೃ⁀➷ peter parker.

banana split by @/kiwicider

caviar and cigarettes by @curseofaphrodite

ೃ⁀➷ pietro maximoff.

at the end of the day by @acciopietro

peter with an s/o who’s too nice by @takenbypeter

waking up with pietro maximoff by @angelltheninth

ೃ⁀➷ steve rogers.

as you wish by @rookthorne

bridges break by @/shurisneakers

hide and seek by @earth616variant

parade by @rodrikstark

surname by @withbuckybarnes

a threat beneath the nice veneer by @witchywithwhiskey

untitled by @blushstories

ೃ⁀➷ steven grant.

10.21 am by @brockify

bad days by @/gooddaysmeanwritingdays

cuddling headcanons by @bowieandqueen11

heaven's cloud by @/brockify

jealousy by @/stevenspector

loss by @/b6cky

trouble sleeping by @/the-butterfly-blues

untitled by @forever-rogue

ೃ⁀➷ wade wilson.

untitled by @thebisexualdogdad

wade hitting on you, clossus’ sibling by @/moonlit-imagines

game of thrones / house of the dragon.

ೃ⁀➷ aegon targaryen.

pretty when you cry by @/kiwicider

ೃ⁀➷ aemond targaryen.

and what of your love? by @endless-ineffabilities

the campain by @sapphire-writes

can’t help falling in love by @lauraneedstochill

can i sit here? by @aemonds-war-crime

citrus by @aemondx

devotion by @milliesdiary

the dance between dragons by @house-strong

dragons, knights, and princesses by @runningmunson

education by @oneeyedvisenya

haven’t i been good to you? by @cosmoeticss

heartbeat by @spideymatcha

i’d rather be sad with you, than anywhere away from you by @jasonsmirrorball

i’m a damsel, i’m in distress, i can handle this by @valeskafics

in a week by @/oneeyedvisenya

in dreams by @/oneeyedvisenya

in the beginning by @avtrbee

judas by @s-brant

just kill me and be done with it by @targaryenrealnessdarling

a mother for a son by @/targaryenrealnessdarling

nectar of the gods by @aemndx

now i draw a luxury nxde by @xfancyuu

not at all in love by @/oneeyedvisenya

one eye open when i’m sleeping by @just-some-random-blogger

persuasion by @aemonds-sapphire

practice makes perfect by @1800-fight-me

she was lovin’ me, she was wantin’ me by @astrumark

a song of flames and fury by @/sapphire-writes

a stranger by @/targaryenrealnessdarling

time can’t stop me quite like you did by @/jasonsmirrorball

tipping point by @/oneeyedvisenya

touch starved aemond by @aemondsbeloved

unexplained illness by @warmfieldofgrass

the warrior princess by @theold-ultraviolence

whispers unsaid by @/theold-ultraviolence

unnoticed by @/aemonds-sapphire

untitled by @/aemonds-war-crime

untitled by @themotherofhorses

ೃ⁀➷ daemon targaryen.

in the shadow of your heart by @/endless-ineffabilities

puppy love by @/just-some-random-blogger

ೃ⁀➷ jacaerys velaryon.

the dance between dragons by @/house-strong

love, parents, and truths by @/house-strong

under the weirdwood tree by @targaryen-jpg

unexpected visit by @jacesbeloved

ೃ⁀➷ jon snow.

the jealous type by @ninjasawakenedmystar

the making of a man by @januaryembrs

moon of my life by @depends-on-the-sellsword

a northern light by @fallatyourfeet

snow by @l4verq

ೃ⁀➷ robb stark.

robb stark being protective would include... by @imagines-all-day-everyday

ೃ⁀➷ sansa stark.

warmth by @megsironthrone

dc.

ೃ⁀➷ adrian chase.

complex simplicity by @bingoboingobongo

my favorite girl by @vigilvntes

now or never by @/whirlybirbs

on her majesty’s supersonic service by @training4theapocalypse-backup

ೃ⁀➷ bruce wayne.

convenience by @imaginingmarvelandeverything

lingering shadows by @/foreverindreamlandd

middle of the night and shadows in the night by @hollandorks

i won’t drown, batman by @twinklelilstarkey

the way down by @whats-rambled-rambled

a world alone by @/vigilvntes

world’s greatest detective by @bkwrm523

ೃ⁀➷ dream / morpheus.

darling by @daddyjackfrost

the deal by @spideybatsy

exit light, enter night by @clints-lucky-arrow

how to mistakenly summon an ancient being & keep him by @writethrough

imagine being the one who releases morpheus by @undiscovered-horizon

love game by @/avtrbee

playing with morpheus’ hair by @paradiseinaverno

the mixup by @7-wonders

morpheus’ love languages by @auroraborealyss

saving grace by @/avtrbee

today i bury you in me by @the-darklings

star wars.

ೃ⁀➷ poe dameron.

the f-word by @the-little-ewok

heartless by @youvebeenlivingfictional

officially unofficial by @thelovelylolly

one last dance by @loud-mouth-loser

peacetime by @lomlpoedameron

untitled by @starryeyedstories

the boys.

ೃ⁀➷ black noir.

domestic by @mlmxreader

in your dreams by @seeds-and-sins

friends.

ೃ⁀➷ friends.

how the friends characters would react to you asking for their pronouns by @lanawinterscigarettes

ೃ⁀➷ joey tribbiani.

the one where you’re dating joey by @charliewritesfanfic

untitled by @maximoff-pan

bridgerton.

ೃ⁀➷ benedict bridgerton.

365 days of you by @promenadewithme

as a kite by @saintlike78

benedict bridgerton and marriage by @iliveiloveiwrite

en garde by @delphispoeticals

forgive me by @benedictscanvas

invisible string by @purelyfiction

it is just tea by @leahsficemporium

knight in shining armor by @magpiencrow

matchmakers by @siempre-bucky

muse of mine by @murswrites

my heart, my future by @/make-me-imagine

pall mall by @tontattletale

paint with me by @/magpiencrow

the princess and the lord by @ficnacs

that’s my wife! by @wysteria-clad

they’re not the only ones by @/maximoff-pan

this and the next by @/iliveiloveiwrite

whatever the poets say by @cressidaclearwood

bullet train.

ೃ⁀➷ tangerine.

all in a days work by @fookinfandoms

bathroom b!tch by @keravnous

confessionals by @dragoneye01

crazy in love by @danny-cordray

tangerine comes home to you asleep by @magicchai

the gray man.

ೃ⁀➷ court gentry / lloyd hansen.

only the lonely and stop all the clocks by @charnelhouse

the walking dead.

ೃ⁀➷ rick grimes.

rick protecting you would include... by @joelsgeetar

arcane.

ೃ⁀➷ viktor.

all nighter by @shimmerforall

aphrodisiac with academy student viktor by @zaunitearchives

forgotten by @ficfanatictrf

human testing by @the-hidden-pages

rest by @writingmysanity

a theory by @gaybybirth

untitled by @astudyincontrasts

viktor with a sleey s/o headcanons by @kitt357

wet dreams by @/gaybybirth

succession.

ೃ⁀➷ roman roy.

bear hug by @richeeduvie

the blood pours by @bowieandqueen11

cuddling with roman roy by @/richeeduvie

date death by @/richeeduvie

heartbreaker by @the-west-meadow

hit me by @/the-west-meadow

jump then fall by @lukas-matsson

just close your eyes by @/lukas-matsson

like a leopard’s tongue in the mouth of a snake by @z3nitsusgf

neck and neck by @/richeeduvie

out of control by @jaebeomsbitch

phone line by @/richeeduvie

pining and anticipation by @aprilthearcher

the poison drips through by @itsasainz

red bird by @wildlunar

resolved issues by @/bowieandqueen11

roman roy being jealous would include... by @/bowieandqueen11

roman roy x age-gap reader headcanons & part two by @missscarlettangel

roman roy smut headcanons by @succcession

romeo take me somewhere we can be alone by @/missscarlettangel

romulus by @/richeeduvie

sneakers by @/richeeduvie

steamed by @/richeeduvie

sunlight by @/bowieandqueen11

this slant of light by @/richeeduvie

touch me (i’m sick) by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/the-west-meadow

untitled by @/z3nitsusgf

what’s an office crush? by @/missscarlettangel

when he’s gone by @/the-west-meadow

while you were sleeping by @/richeeduvie

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dailyreverie · 1 year

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“Here. They’re your favourite right?” + Marc please 💞

13. “Here. They’re your favourite right?”

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader

Word count: 670

It was hard to pretend that letting Valentine’s Day pass you by without any kind of celebration wasn’t affecting you. You had both agreed to it, every place was going to be crowded and you knew Marc wasn’t great with crowds, besides, it was a made-up holiday anyways. We don’t need a day to remind us how much we love each other, you had actually said, completely sure about agreeing with him to not celebrate.

And then the day came around.

Every picture someone posted about their celebration dug deeper than the last, every flower and every teddy bear bringing you down more each minute. It didn’t help you were alone, with Marc leaving to run some errands a couple hours ago. You had resorted to lounging on the couch, mindlessly watching a movie to keep your mind off everything, when Marc’s legs got in the way as he stood in front of you.

“Hey!” You exclaimed playfully when he blocked your view, but when he didn’t move and you looked up at him you found his eyes troubled, as if they were stuck in the middle of a thought. “Marc? Everything alright?”

He had sworn you would be mad at him, fuming at his lack of romance, but despite being notoriously down you still spoke to him as usual, looking up at him genuinely concerned, as if he hadn’t been a jerk to you; you understood him, you always did, up to the point of pushing back your own priorities. You didn’t deserve that, and Marc couldn’t take it anymore. Taking a deep breath in, he revealed what his hands were holding behind his back: a colorful bouquet of flowers appeared in front of you, making you gasp as he held tightly to it in between his hands. “Happy Valentine’s day.” He finally said, a tiny smile quickly forming on his lips.

“Oh my god, Marc!” You whispered in surprise, not able to take your eyes away from the flowers.

“They’re your favorite right?” His voice, still deep and a little trembly, softened up at the sight of your eyes lighting up before him. “You mentioned it to Steven the other day.”

“I did! And they are! Marc, these are beautiful.” Standing up from your seat, you walked towards him to meet him in the middle of the living room, reaching for the bouquet to examine it closely before pulling him in for a tight hug.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out. “I should have done this earlier.”

“Hey, listen to me,” Forgetting about the flowers for a second your hands went to his cheeks, holding them softly and tracing small circles on them with your thumbs - just to calm him down, or just because you could, you couldn’t really tell, but at least it did Marc let out a huff of air and it made his shoulders relax. You pulled him closer to you and kissed him softly, smiling against his lips when you felt him relax under your fingertips. “You don’t have to be sorry. They’re lovely, you are lovely, and I don’t need anything else.”

“I know I said all those things about today not being special but as soon as I went outside and saw all the flowers I realized… I do want a full day to remind you how much I love you. You deserve that. It’s cheesy and it’s probably so cliche, but I want you to be happy, and show you off, and then Steven was saying-”

“Shh, Marc.” You shushed him with another kiss when his anxious rambling began to take over. “I love it.”

His frown finally leaves his handsome features alone, letting a small smile break through. “You do?” You only nod eagerly, giving him one more kiss to calm his mind down.

“So much. And I love you, too.” His cheeks blushed as he smiled at you, mirroring the same look you had in your eyes, just pure, unfiltered love for each other.

Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed!

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector fanfic #marc spector imagine #marc spector blurb #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfiction

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inklore · 1 year

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𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!

hi darlings, since i’m coming up on another milestone, and because i just feel like doing something fun for valentine’s day, i’ve decided to host a month long celebration!!

i made it a month long so it gives me a lot of wiggle room to post everything, and if life happens there won’t be any stress because i got weeks to catch up lmao.

and that also means more time for anyone to interact and send stuff in! which i wholeheartedly hope you babes join in on the fun, and happy valentine’s to each and every one of you <3

⊹ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒!

minors please dni.

we do not have to be mutual's, or even following me, for you to interact and send things in. there is also no limit to how many things you can send in.

when it comes to the characters applicable please only send me characters from that list or your request will be ignored, that also goes for sending me random prompts not on the lists below.

if i happen to miss your ask and or don't answer it please do not be spiteful and immature about it. me not answering it is not out of something nefarious.

♡ 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒!

🌸 — moodboards: send me a character + a scenario, vibe, au, trope and i'll make a little aesthetic for it. 🎀 — games: cym, this or that, fmk, and top 5. 💗 — mutuals only: send me one of your fics and i'll tell you my favorite quote/passage from it. 🌷 — playlists: send me a vibe, situation, tropes, with or without a character and i'll make a playlist based on it.

⊹ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 + 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒!

marvel: marc spector, carol danvers, scott long, hope van dyne, yelena belova, kang the conqueror, he who remains

pedro pascal: joel miller, javi gutierrez, dieter bravo

etc: poe dameron, max wolfe

ships/from my ongoing series: — jake 'hangman' seresin x sweets — joel miller x smuggler!reader — finnpoe x reader (holding constellations)

you can find the prompt list here! feel free to send in au's + tropes with any of the prompts.

#month of love celebration

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onmyyan · 2 years

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Masterlist

Started:7/20/2022

Updated:5/24/2023

DC.

BLURBS

Dick Grayson

Sickie

Damian Wayne (Always Aged Up)

Demon Time

Scarecrow (Jonathan Crane)

Yan!Platonic! Scarecrow x Anemic Reader

Gotham City Sirens

Valentines blurb

SERIES

Bruce Wayne

Wingless 1,

Menace mode unlocked 1, 2.

Batfamily

Cold cases warm faces 1/?

Straight Venomous (YanBatfamily X Venom!Reader) 1 .2 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7 .8

Straight Venomous Q&A

Shared Darling

Endless Again : Love interests, 1. 2.

MARVEL

BLURBS

Steven Grant/Marc Spector

Yandere Moonknight

IMAGINES

SERIES

MISC.

DEMON SLAYER

BLURBS

Tanjiro

All smiles

Akaza

Worth it

IMAGINES

Uzui

Surprise Adoption(Yan!Platonic!UzuiFamily)

JJBA 1-5

BLURBS

Multi Character HC’s

Did somebody say harem?!

Brick house

Bruno Buccirati

My soul

Doppio/Diavolo

Topolina

IMAGINES

SERIES

MISC.

ATTACK ON TITAN

BLURBS

Multi character HC’s

Got me spinnin’

BNHA

Multi character

(Y/n) Enchanted

YANDERE OC’S

All/Multi Boys

Reaction to a cuddy s/o

“Would you still love me if I was a worm.”

Moodboards

Sharing is caring (Delmonts x Shared Darling) / (Part two)

Motorcycle vs car guys

Shitty Boss (FT Cas, Gabe, Ricky)

Reaction to morning head

Their ex makes you sad

Spitting in they mouf

Ricky VS Ashley

Caspian Delmont

Caspian Delmont HC’s

Meeting mama Delmont

When their rival is a violent yan

Crybaby Cas

The Long Game

Caspian at Christmas

When your ‘friends’ make a move at him

Caspian Comforting you

Gabe Delmont

Gabe Delmont HC’s

NSFW HC’s

Gabe smut

Ricky Delmont

Ricky Delmont HC’s

NSFW HC’s

Ricky’s heart grew three times that day

Happy Mother’s Day (Sub!Ricky x Dom!Reader)

Marcos Delmont

Marcos Delmont HC’s

Getting high with Marcos

S’more Marcos HC’S

NSFW HC’S

Manny Delmont

Manny Delmont HC’s

NSFW HC’s

Ashley Hunt

Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

Stuck n’ stuffed

NSFW HC’S

RESIDENT EVIL/SCREAM (1998)/THE BOY/TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE/HALLOWEEN/FRIDAY THE 13TH/FEAR STREET/YOU/THE BOYS/OVERWATCH/THE LOST BOYS (1987)

#masterlist #yandere x reader #onmyyan masterlist

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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Weekend Update 02/18/2024

Nerdie! What is new this week?

Welp, I passed my math class (yup - mid thirties in a math class 🤨 it was required). Thankfully it's the only one. I've got one more and then I can look forward to the next term. I think my orientee's last week is this week, I have more stickers to stick on people at work and I burned some candles.

We're glad you burned candles? We're not sure what to say to that. Happy for everything else though. Any new fics?

Just two for the week, I've been focused on my classes so I've been putting out less finished work and prepping series that I have planned:

Don't assume on Valentine's Day - Ezra x plus size female reader (Yup, I wrote a Valentine's fic, just barely? It's mentioned but not the focus. Implied smut, some angst, fluff. All in one.)

Wrong Beach and a Speedo - Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC) I finally started my Javi G series! Is it fluffy like his hair? Yes. Will it stay that way? Mostly only because we gotta move the plot along. 80% fluff, 15% smut adjacent (subject to change, could be less) and 5% violence. Like very small. No worries. Unsure about how many parts, maybe 5-7?

We're not sure about those percentages, but they do add up to 100% so we'll see. You can't be mean to Javi G Nerdie! You can't!

Who said I was? What do you take me for?

*reminds Nerdie of Tim, Frankie, Joel, and Javi P and their truama*

👀 I mean, I get it but no worries. Let's talk about what I read this week alright. Jeez...

Salt + Pepper by @soft-girl-musings (Moon Boys and fem reader)

You be my revolver, I've got you in my hands by @winniethewife (Jake Lockley x fem reader)

Happy Tuesday! by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x fem reader)

Special Day for a special girl by @winniethewife (Blue x fem reader)

Compulsion by @iamskyereads (Ezra x OFC Beatrice)

Misunderstanding by @romanarose (Marc Spector x fem reader)

Captain's Orders by @laurfilijames (Will Miller x fem reader)

Bloom by @violentdelightsandviolentends (Bucky x fem reader)

Helping Hand by @izelascendant (Din Djarin x OFC)

Perks of being a Wallflower by @soft-girl-musings (Jake Lockley x plus size fem reader)

Stiff by @idolatrybarbie (Maxwell Lord x fem reader) part of PMAMC 2024

Same Time Next Week by @magpiepills (Marcus Moreno x fem reader) part of PMAMC 2024

Pop Goes the Javi by @morallyinept (Javier Peña x fem reader) part of the PMAMC 2024

Flying to New Heights by @fettuccin-e (Frankie Morales x fem reader)

Sadly, some of these had been in my drafts folder way too long. I went from 38 this evening to 33... 🫣 To be fair, All of these I have reblogged, I have just been adding more things to read. So many wonderful things to read. 😭 An excellent problem to have.

Anyway, I should have chapter two of my Javi G fic up this week on Wednesday. Not sure what else. I'll try a Drabble. If I can keep it that short. Maybe about Javi P, Frankie or Santiago. I owe them nice things. 😘

Have a great week everyone! ��

Love Nerdie! 💜

P.S. One might see there's been any uptick in Oscar Isaac fics, @for-a-longlongtime is to blame for sending me all the Santi gifs she seemed to have. 👀 My eyes didn't complain though. 😂

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pedroshotwifey · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday!!

Thank you so much for tagging me @kewwrites (this woman is the legit loml go show her some love)

Got three things for you heathens today!

TTF 7 (lil spicy snippet so no spoilers ;) Chapter 6 will be posted on Friday!)

You moan wildly, your head tossing back as you grip Javi’s hair to keep him to you. He lets you ride out your orgasm, but as soon as it’s through, he’s climbing back up your body and slipping inside of your velvet heat. He groans and dips down to hide his face in the crook of your neck, your arms coming up to wrap around his and hold him close to you. His pace as he starts to thrust in and out of you is less frantic than it has been every other time so far. He makes slow, sensual love to you, like he’s trying to anchor himself to your soul. And you really think he’s successful in his efforts. Little gasps fall from your parted lips each time he bucks his hips up to yours, just forceful enough to peg that heavenly spot inside of you every time.

Urges (Joel Fucking Miller pt. 2) (Can also be read as a standalone but I think it's the same couple)

“Let me suck your dick,” you whisper up at him, watching his eyes go wide as he snaps his head left and right to make sure nobody heard that. The two of you had gone to the last dinner offered, so it’s pretty dark out, and it’s also been raining for the last hour or so. There are only a few people out other than you since it’s so close to curfew, but Joel’s face still goes a little red at your request. You can’t help but bite your lip to contain your smile. It really is funny how flustered he gets about you saying something like that when he’s the one who loves to talk about railing you in public. There’s not a single person under the canopy that you stopped under, but he still lowers his voice as he speaks.

Valentines Day Fic (Unnamed rn but it's with Marc Spector! Not sure when it will be out bc I'm tired asf 🥲)

You find him leaning against the counter, glancing at his watch in the kitchen. “Am I late?” you ask with a smile. He looks up, a goofy grin of his own plastered on his face as he gets ready to respond to you, but it’s quickly replaced with his jaw dropping. Your smile broadens as Marc’s eyes trail up and down your body, taking in every bit of you. “You look fucking gorgeous, baby,” he manages to get out. He holds one hand out a bit, waiting for you to take the last step to him. You do, wrapping your arms around him and placing a kiss on his lips.

What do y'all got?? @nerdieforpedro @sweetercalypso @joels-shitty-puns @callachloe @princessanglophile @romanarose @for-a-longlongtime Sorry if y'all have already done this or if anyone tagged me and I didn't see 😅

#wip wednesday #tag game #pedro pascal #fan fiction #pedro pascal smut #ao3 #smut #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña #marc spector #oscar issac smut #oscar isaac

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jedinerd27 · 2 years

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The Moon and The Stars Moon Boys and the Reader EVEN MORE incorrect quotes:

MASTERLIST

A/n: These help me get ideas while writing, so enjoy

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Steven: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Reader: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Steven: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Reader: Is it working?

Jake in the back ground: neither of these nerds get healthy sleep, fucking academics

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steven: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Reader: Marry me.

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Reader: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Steven: I wrote you a poem.

Reader, already crying: You did?

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Marc walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Reader, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Reader, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

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Reader: Hey,hun, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

steven: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Reader: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

steven: Can't really say I have.

Reader: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Marc now fronting: Sorry, Reader. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringing up anybody.

Narrator voice: They eventually had kids, and were named after the children of Cleopatra last queen of Egypt and Marc Antony

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steven: That was so hot, Reader.

Reader: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenerate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

steven: I'm so in love with you.

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Reader and Marc: We have a problem.

Steven: No, YOU have a problem. I have idiots who keeps making them.

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Reader: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Steven: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Reader: Yes.

Steven: I'd sleep.

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Reader: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Reader: Steven and Marc are still mad about it, but me and Layla were drunk and thought it was funny.

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Steven : Where are you going?

Reader: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

Marc: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!

Jake, knowing full well that Marc and Steven got an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

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Din: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine Din: i became more evil if you’re curious Reader: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Din: i’m going to get worse on purpose

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Reader: You love me, right, Marc? Marc: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

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Din, addressing his siblings: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box. Reader: But – that’s just a trash can. Din: It sure is!

Ardere:*Muttering about how useless his siblings are as he builds an actual Suggestion box*

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Athena, the reason spiders exists: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Jake and Reader: Killed without hesitation. Athena: No.

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Reader: Am I in trouble? Marc: Take a guess. Reader: No? Marc: Take another guess.

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Reader: You're right. Jake: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

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Jake : Am I going too far? Reader: No, no, no. Baby, You went too far about seven hours ago. Now WE’RE going to prison.

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READER: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume? Jake: *chugs entire bottle* Jake: It’s perfume

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tiptapricot · 4 months

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MKcember day 19. Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives and/or Notes

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A journal, filled with colored sticker bookmarks and shifting scrawls of Spanish. It’s squeezed into the limo’s messy glove box. He flips through a few pages.

January 13th, 2019 Chicago

—Food cart a few blocks from hotel. Good hotdogs. Cheap. Only takes cash. Order “the usual” if you don’t remember what that is. No vegetarian options. Will understand you without English.

—Falafel place with good drinks near old library. New. Comfy seats. Specify non-alcoholic

—Don’t let Marc find the waffles.

March, Tuesday something, New York

—Don’t remember the street. Somewhere with a big red sign and iron man stickers on the windows. Best fucking (the text is blurred, something smudging the ink)

SOUP ON 6th

Friday, New York still

—Go back to that cart by the mural for the elote and his number

London, new years recently I think. Rough time

—Sweets shop near place with Layla, breads and custard and good malt balls. In bulk.

—Diner downtown, Gena’s. She was nice. Good food ——> Colombian!

—Can’t find my snacks

September 6th 2020, Cairo

—DONT get drinks from place with green overhang. Layla says don’t trust.

—Get ful medames if rushing. Good place a few blocks down from usual hotel.

December, cold, monday(?)

—Gena’s got two kids. Gives leftovers. Ask her about other places to check out. Rice pudding not as good as ours ok though

Valentine’s Day, has to be 2021, London

—Steven’s soda is gross, don’t drink it

He flips a chunk of pages ahead.

The book is now marked with sticky notes and inserted papers. Shopping lists—some crossed off, others half finished—short exchanges, reminders, small drawings. They litter the back of the book, bulging out unevenly as he looks through them. There’s a mess of receipts taped in between an exchange about vegetable broth, and a drawing of a goldfish next to something heated about sushi.

He pauses on another shopping list, this one divided with names denoting the sections to who wants what.

Jake. Steven. Marc.

He glances up at the window, his reflection odd in the tinted glass. The material should be thicker. He thinks distantly of stars. The list flutters to the floor as he moves slightly, and he reaches down to grab it, mouth thinning.

Which one is he?

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 3 months

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Well here's a fucking Chortle headline for the roundup:

Holy fuck. I cannot believe that. Never for a moment did it cross my mind that this might happen. It's been nearly ten years since he left, and this never once seemed like a possibility.

I remember exactly when he left. I know it was announced in February 2015, because I was sitting in my bedroom in the city where I lived in 2015, where I'd moved to join their bigger and more impressive sports team and ended up just being miserable and lonely for two years because I did not have any of the skills required to fit in there. Anyway, it's fine, not the point of this post. The point is I know it was 2015 and I know it was February because I vividly remember sitting in that bedroom and scrolling on Facebook, and seeing a mock Valentine's Day card that said "May Jon Stewart be the only man to break your heart this week." And that's how I found out he'd announced he was leaving The Daily Show.

I know when he actually left, too. It was August 2015. Because Donald Trump walked down that fucking escalator in June 2015, and announced he'd be running for president. I remember watching The Daily Show that night, and Jon Stewart, incredibly pleased at the comedy gold mine that was about to befall all political comedians, looked into the camera and said to Donald Trump: "Thank you for making my last six weeks the best six weeks." Then he stayed on for six more weeks and made Trump jokes every night, then he left, and the world immediately ended. Looking back with a bit of perspective, Jon Stewart really did happen leave the show right as the Western world was on a precipice of having the norms as we thought we knew them all crumble at once. I'm thinking of that timeline that says 2000-2015=nostalgia, 2016-2019=2016, 2020-present=plague. Those are pretty much my life's eras. And Jon Stewart was there for a hell of a lot of that first one. (Not actually the first era of my life, there is also 90s=childhood, but I'm pretty sure everything was fine then, right?)

It's a bit weird to me now to see Jon Stewart as having an individual career, if that makes any sense at all. If you'd asked me in 2009 who my favourite comedians were, it wouldn't have occurred to me to say Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert, even though I watched them both every night and loved those shows. I hardly even though of those as things that people had to make by being comedians and writers. They were just fixtures. Part of the landscape. I was so confused when he left the show, I didn't think it could exist without him. It didn't really feel like television could exist without Jon Stewart coming on at the end of the night. I remember learning some time ago about Marc Maron's feud with Jon Stewart over their days on the comedy circuit, and that was so weird. Jon Stewart didn't have days on the comedy circuit. He didn't have a career you could object to or admire, or opinions you could agree with or disagree with. He was just a fixture in the landscape.

I remember the first time I saw Jon Stewart. I think it was probably 2006, maybe 2005. I was really into Rick Mercer, this Canadian comedian who did TV shows where he made fun of the news. My mother put on a TV show, pointed to the guy behind the desk, and said, "That's Jon Stewart, he's like an American Rick Mercer." It only occurred to me relatively recently how funny it is to call Jon Stewart "an American Rick Mercer". But anyway, I watched that episode with my mom and then I kept doing that every night for many years.

I remember watching his final Daily Show episode with my mother, in August 2015. Bruce Springsteen came on live and played him out. My mother and I both got fairly emotional.

I kept watching The Daily Show for a long time after Jon Stewart left. I even followed a lot of the similar spinoff shows by its correspondents. I watched Full Frontal with Samantha Bee, and The Opposition with Jordan Klepper, and Larry Wilmore's The Nightly Show, and Hasan Minhaj's Patriot Act, and Michelle Wolf's The Break. Obviously, I followed John Oliver to Last Week Tonight (and would also if necessary follow him to the ends of the Earth, but that's beside the point).

I quite like Trevor Noah too; when he took over the show I read his autobiography and watched his stand-up specials and the documentary about him. I even saw him live in 2019. So I wasn't one of those people saying the show could never recover from Jon Stewart leaving. I watched a lot of the Trevor Noah years, and only dropped off from following it so closely fairly recently. It was around 2022, I think, when I just stopped keeping up with it. I had so much Britcom going on, and the world was so fucking depressing, getting all my news from actual news sites (as everyone should always always do, do not get your news from comedians, use political comedy as a way to lighten the mood of the regular news that you should first get from actual journalists, for the love of God please do not let the industry of actual journalism be steamrolled by entertainment) was stressful enough and I didn't want to keep having this other way of going over it.

So, those are a few disjointed memories that came into my mind when I saw that story this week. Here's another memory: I remember reading an interview with Jon Stewart from just after he left The Daily Show, in which he was asked if he would ever watch Fox News again. He replied that if he were ever in some post-apocalyptic scenario where Fox News was the only way to find out where to find vital life-saving information, he still wouldn't watch it. Because doing that job that required him to watch so much Fox News had destroyed him mentally and he could not wait to never ever ever ever ever do it again.

I was one of those people, after he left, saying, "I get it, it's high-pressure and difficult, I see why he wants to move on and have a break. But I would pay to have Jon Stewart just broadcast once a month in his sweatpants from his living room couch. He can't just be gone. He needs to keep telling us about the news, what will we do without him?"

We did do without him for nine years, and the world we thought we knew has crumbled around us in about twenty-five different ways since then, and I have absolutely no idea how the fuck Jon Stewart could fit into the landscape as it exists today. Like. I don't know what to do with this information. It wasn't on my radar. It's like finding out they're rebooting Buffy with the entire original cast and writing crew. Or if the girl I had a crush on from the ages of 9 to 14 showed up and told me she was in love with me. Of course it's what I wanted, but... what? Really? Why? Why now? Do I even still want this? You mean everything pre-2016 wasn't just a dream and we still technically exist in the same world as that one and the things in it are still out there and could just come back?

...There are people like @lastweeksshirttonight who actually know things about the US late-night comedy show scene, who have always understood that Jon Stewart is a person with a backstory who entered and then left an industry that also had a backstory and those things affected each other and this will have a significant effect on the ecosystem. Those people will have intelligent takes on what's happening right now. But I do not. Jon Stewart was on TV when I was in high school. He can't be on TV now because I am no longer in high school (even though I was 24 when he left in 2015). What the fuck?

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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The OJ Problem

Marc Spector X f!Reader

Part 9 of 28 in the February Fluff and Fuck 2023 Challenge

Day 9 Prompt - Sick Fic

Summary: You are beyond disappointed when you wake up on Valentine's Day with a stuffy nose and a fever. Marc makes sure that you are taken care of.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, Reader has sickness (non terminal), literally just a head cold, marc is sweet, jealous marc, headspace appearances from Jake and Steven, caretaking, marc is a little bit of a crybaby, marc is very insecure, this one kinda got away from me but it's ok, wasn't supposed to have smut but ended up having smut anyway, kinda emo, praise kink

Word Count: 4k

It was February fourteenth, Valentine’s Day. You were opening your eyes, already excited by the prospects of what was to come. Marc was always good at spoiling you every year. He always booked a spot at your favorite restaurant, got you your favorite flowers, and the day always started with smell of-

You couldn’t smell breakfast. Sitting up, you quickly realized it had nothing to do with Marc not making it, and everything to do with you not being able to draw breath through your nostrils. It hit you as you breathed a labored breath through your lungs and felt a cough tickle at the back of your throat. You were sick. On Valentine’s Day.

“Good morning baby.” Marc came over to you with a smile that quickly faded upon seeing your concerned face. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I think I’m sick.” You said, sniffling.

You thought you felt off the night before. You were sure you’d felt the faint throb of a headache somewhere behind your skull but you’d brushed it off to not enough water in the day. Marc pressed a cool hand to your forehead and gave you a concerned look.

“Oh, babe, you’re burning up.” He sighed. “I’m going to go get you some Tylenol, just lay down.”

You did as you were told, laying on your back and feeling yourself starting to cry. You had been looking forward to this day for so long. It was Marc’s day. Steven got the fifteenth and Jake got…well whatever day he told you he got, as long as it wasn’t Marc or Steven’s day. Now you were going to spend the day sick and a mess.

When Marc came back to your beside with a glass of water and two small white pills, his brows were drawn together when he saw you in tears.

“Baby, don’t cry, come on, sit up.” He urged, sitting on the bed next to you.

You groaned as you sat up. Marc handed you the cup and you took the two pills he handed you. You watched his expression shifting while you sucked down even more water. The boys were chattering away in his head no doubt, both giving their opinions on the situation. Whenever you had some sort of ailment, each one wished to come to your aid, and while it was endearing, you knew it had a tendency to weigh Marc down.

“What are they saying?” You asked, handing him back the, now empty, glass.

“It’s not important right now, I want you to lay down and rest, alright? Do you need something?” He asked, face still riddled with worry.

You chuckled and used your thumb to rub out his wrinkled brow. The chuckle had scratched your throat though, forcing you to turn your head from him and let out a cough that nearly rattled the flat. He let out a heavy sigh.

“I don’t know. Maybe when I wake up.” You said, pouting when you laid back down under the covers.

Marc walked over to the kitchen and started cleaning up from breakfast. He was getting tired of the voices in his head already this morning.

I told you something was off with her last night. Steven said, Marc, why don’t you let me make her some tea or somethin’, yeah?

“No, you get your day tomorrow, Steven.” Marc said under his breath so you wouldn’t hear him.

He’s better at taking care of her when she doesn’t feel well than you are amigo. Jake chimed in.

“Will both of you just shut the hell up? I can take care of her when she’s sick.” He only raised his voice a little.

Finally some sweet silence in his head. He loved both of his alters dearly, but sometimes he wished for quiet, and rarely did he get it. You stirred in the bed, forcing a pang in his chest at the reminder that this Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be what you’d hoped for. He ate some of the breakfast he’d made and put the rest in a container in the fridge. He ran his hands over his face in combination with a heavy sigh.

It would be easier to pass things over to Steven. He was exceptionally good at taking care of you when you were under the weather, but Marc was determined. It was his day. He got Valentine’s Day, and he wasn’t going to give it over to one of the others. In fact, he was going to prove to them that he could not only take care of you while you were sick, but manage to give you a great Valentine’s Day regardless of your current state.

When he heard your snores, he knew that you were sleeping, and decided it was a perfect time to go to the store and get supplies. On his way out to the car he called the restaurant and canceled the reservations, he knew for sure he wasn’t taking you out anywhere.

The guys were quiet as he drove, and for that he was grateful. They often questioned him when it came to caring for you. Jake, the always observant, knew you like the back of his hand, always in tune with what you wanted or needed at any given time. Steven was just wonderful in every way, while not as observant, he put his heart into everything, and loved with every bit of his soul. Marc, well, Marc felt that he paled in comparison to both.

As soon as he pulled into the parking lot, Steven was chirping in his ear again.

When you get in there, make sure you get the ginger and turmeric tea.

“Steven, I’m really trying hard not to lose my patience with you guys, but our girl is sick, and it’s my day, so just let me deal with it.” Marc said, getting out of the car. “You can take care of her tomorrow when it’s your day.”

He slammed the door and made his way to the brick building before him. His head was as noisy as the store was with chattering. He tried to ignore it, but it felt like one of them had something to say about each aisle he walked down. Marc stepped up to the orange juice. He knew vitamin C would be helpful.

You’ve got to get the oj without the pulp in it, she doesn’t like pulp, Jake said.

“I fucking know.” Marc hissed into the reflection of the metal door handle.

The truth was, he didn’t know. He had no idea if you liked your orange juice with pulp or no pulp. It had never occurred to him to ask you. Somehow Jake knew though, he knew everything it seemed. Marc kept walking and was actually glad when Steven reminded him about the Valentine’s Day aisle. It was the one aisle in the store that changed with every holiday, and today it was all decked in red, white, and pink. He was so focused on your illness that he had nearly forgotten to get you anything for the special day.

Marc, shouldn’t we get her somethin’ to lift her spirits? Maybe a card or-or maybe some chocolates? I know she likes the-

“Steven, if you don’t stop, they're going to call the cops on me like they did before and we’re going to have a really tough time taking care of her from the police station.” Marc was graced with silence yet again.

He remembered a couple of months ago getting arrested in the mall for disturbing the peace. Someone had seen him yelling in a mirror by a home decor store and called the cops. You’d been kind enough to come and get him, though you made sure to give each one of them a stern talking to on the way home. Yes, you’d even leaned in to Jake which pissed him off and you didn’t see him again for a week. You hated it when they argued.

Marc knew what you liked, and he didn’t like it when the other two treated him like he didn’t know you as well as they did. He had a hard time feeling like he was worthy of even being around you most of the time, so the added pressure was doing nothing but aggravating him. Jake was going on about something in Spanish and Marc did his best to just ignore it while he picked out a card for you.

Despite wanting to act like he knew what you needed best, he knew Steven was usually right when it came to caretaking supplies. Marc could hear him sputtering about in the headspace. When Steven knew something he knew it, and getting him to stop talking was near impossible.

You’re going to want to get her some lozenges yeah? But not the kind that are just vitamin drops, those don’t do a thing. Oh and she’ll want a hot bath later, make sure to get that stuff that makes the air minty. Helps to clear the airways y’know?

Marc was letting Steven guide him now, too tired of arguing to keep up the protest. He grabbed everything that you might need to fight through the cold, but when it came near time to leave, he wanted to get a few more things for the special day. He grabbed flowers, your favorite of course, some of the snacks you liked that he knew you’d want when you were feeling better, and there was a little stuffed bear with a heart in his hands that said I’m crazy for you, that Marc thought was cute, and Jake muttered that it was, estúpido.

When Marc was finally back in the car with all of his things, he was free to talk as much as he wanted, and he did just that.

“Jake, what the hell is your problem huh? Steven, look I know you’re trying to help but it’s my day. Steven you are always the one she cries to when she needs a-a hug or someone to take care of her.” Marc had hardly left the parking lot and he needed to pull over, he felt himself starting to get more emotional than he thought he would over something like this. “Jake, you’re the one she always goes to when-”

Marc, you need to stop that, Steven said firmly.

“I didn’t even remember what kind of orange juice she likes, I don’t know how you guys remember all that stuff.” Marc slumped back in his seat.

She loves all of us. She loves me, you, and Jake, and you are perfectly capable of taking care of her just like I am.

“I was doing fine, and then all day you guys have been in my head, reminding me that I don’t know a damn thing about her, or how to care for her. All you did was remind me that I don’t have any business being with someone like her.” Marc stared out the window, trying to collect himself, but he was slipping.

I’ll tell you one thing, the longer you sit here, the longer she’s going without medicine and hot soup, Jake reminded Marc, snapping him out of his self-pity spiral.

He knew that if he didn’t collect himself, one of them would take over and go take care of you, so if he wanted to have his day, he needed to move. Marc wiped his eyes and sat up straight in his seat. The other two were silent the entire way back to the flat, surely realizing they’d pushed Marc too far with the constant nagging about the things he should be doing.

It wasn’t that Marc didn’t understand that they were trying to help. In fact, he was grateful for their help, but he constantly felt like anything you needed, they could handle better than he could, and when you were sick, he wasn’t the best one for you. By “helping”, they’d just hit that point home. They didn’t trust him to get the right juice, tea, or medicine. Even when it came to the stuffed animal, Jake had something to say about that too.

When Marc got back into the flat, you were just opening your eyes again and reminded by the ache in your head that you still felt awful. You groaned, sitting up, and you felt so happy just to see Marc’s face. You could tell immediately that something had happened. He had that look he got when they’d been arguing. You could also tell that he’d been crying.

“Baby, come here.” You said, holding your arms out.

Marc’s heart leapt knowing that you were calling him over. You tended to have different pet names for each of them, and you only called him baby. He set all the bags he had down and walked over, toeing off his shoes and then crawling into the bed next to you. There was an awkward moment where he couldn’t decide if you were going to lay on his chest or if he were going to lay on yours, but you pulled him in roughly.

Your fingers immediately started carding through his hair. You felt him sigh, melting into your chest. Your breathing was labored and you turned your head to cough once again.

“Baby…” Marc tried to get up but you held him in place.

“No, tell me what happened.” You croaked, continuing to comfort him with your fingertips.

“Nothing, just…just some stuff. Please, let me take care of you, you don’t have to worry about-”

“Marc.” You said firmly. “What did we talk about, baby? You can’t shut me out, none of you are allowed to do that. It doesn’t end well.”

He adjusted himself so he was laying in your lap looking up at you. You rested your palm gently against his cheek. He pressed his hand against yours.

“I know this isn’t what you wanted for Valentine’s Day, and I know that Steven and Jake are better at taking care of you than I am so if you want one of them to take care of you tonight I understand. I just need you to tell me.” He said finally.

You stared at him, eyes squinting. You turned your head into your elbow and sneezed. You sniffled and wiped your nose on your sleeve like a four year old. A smile spread over your face.

“Marc, yes, Steven is amazing when it comes to caregiving, making tea, comfort, all that stuff. Jake knows how to get something done. He doesn’t hesitate, and he always remembers my favorites, but you…you are so special to me.” You let out a sigh. “Like I know how much easier it would’ve been to stay in the headspace today and let them handle everything, but you didn’t, you pushed through. I’m proud of you.”

Oh, that’s really sweet, Jake said in a surprisingly non-patronizing tone.

I might cry myself if you don’t, Marc, Steven said.

Marc’s mouth was curled into a frown while he tried to suppress the tears forming. He’d spent the entire day trying to convince himself that he wasn’t the worst boyfriend ever for not remembering the important things and having his alters constantly reminding him what to get you. Then you told him you were proud of him.

“I didn’t even remember if you like pulp in your oj or not, Jake did though.” He said, forcing a chuckle from you.

"I do love pulp in my oj.” You patted Marc’s chest.

He froze. You love pulp in your orange juice. That was all Marc needed to hear. The cocky Mr. Lockley was silent finally, and Steven could be heard laughing uncontrollably within the headspace. You watched Marc’s expression change from the look of heart shattering dread. He looked determined now, like you’d recharged his mind, like he was going to do what needed to be done.

“Baby,” he sat up, “why don’t you get comfortable, I’m going to go make you some tea and start you a bath.” He kissed your forehead softly.

And with that, Marc was still set to give you a Valentine’s Day to remember, sick or not. He made you some tea, which your sore throat was eternally grateful for. You heard him filling up the tub, and were surprised to hear nothing else coming from the bathroom. You suspected Jake was upset about something, he usually went silent when he was, and you figured it had something to do with Marc’s change in attitude.

You were almost finished with your cup when Marc came out to help you into the bath. He went to carry you bridal style but you stopped him.

“I can walk, you know.” You protested.

“Yeah, I know.” He grunted when he lifted you despite your telling him not to.

You were too sick and tired to put up a fight, so you let him carry you over and place you on the closed toilet lid. He assisted you in taking off your clothes. You loved the way Marc looked at you when you were naked, always like he wanted to devour you whole. He picked you up again and placed you into the hot water gingerly, as though you might break if he moved too fast. He kissed your forehead again.

“I’ll be back in a little bit, let me know if you need anything.” He said, reaching for the door.

“Marc, wait.” You said as his hand rested on the knob. He turned back to you. “Can you…join me?” You scooted forward to leave him room behind you.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, you being sick, don’t you want to-”

“Please, baby?” You asked, giving him the biggest, poutiest eyes you could muster.

He sighed heavily, unable to resist you when you looked at him like that.

Yep, I’m out. Have fun, Marc. Steven said, and then he was silent.

Marc dropped his pants and briefs to the ground. You were always in love with the sight of his cock, even as it stood only half erect, you were eager to feel it against you, even though you were sick. He settled in behind you spreading his legs out on either side and pulling you into his strong chest. Nothing felt more relaxing than hot water and the warmth of Marc’s body at your back.

“Mmm, that’s nice.” You commented, snuggling in closer.

You felt his cock growing harder and longer against your spine. It was impossible to ignore, but you didn’t mind it.

“Sorry, we don’t have to do anything about it, I just can’t help it.” He said. You shifted against it, feeling the length of it run along your back. Marc moaned deeply. “Baby, unless you want me to make a mess in the tub, you gotta stop. Plus you’re sick. No, we’re not doing it.”

You thought Marc was cute when he tried to act like he wasn’t going to give in when you started teasing him. He always gave in. Even though you didn’t feel well, the arousal burning between your legs didn’t care. You wanted to feel him inside of you, sliding against your walls. You touched your fingertips to his knee, tracing gently back over his thigh and running them along his shaft at your spine. He churned upward at the feeling, followed by a needy groan.

“Baby, come on, you’re not feeling good and…oh shit.” He said as you closed your fist over it.

“Then make me feel good, Marc.” You urged.

“No, you’re sick…”

He trailed off as you arched your back, exposing your throat to him. Your hand stroked upward on his cock, forcing him to groan deeply with his hunger.

“Fuck, fine.” He grabbed your sides gently and lifted you.

You aligned his cock to your hole before he slowly slid you down over it. You both let out a breathy moan in unison. His hands squeezed onto your breasts tightly and you felt his face buried into your shoulder. He couldn’t pull you in closer if he wanted to. You felt him shudder against your entire body.

“Oh, Marc.” You whined, hating how congested your voice sounded.

He bucked his hips upward into you, using the firm hold he had on your tits to keep you in place while he thrusted. You felt so full from that position, he was in so deep. His cock split you, in two, stretching you out with every splash of the bathwater.

“That feel good, baby? You like that?” One of Marc’s hands pinched your nipple.

You winced, “yeah, oh shit.”

If there was one thing you wouldn’t say, for fear that the other two might get jealous, Marc knew how to fuck you the best. He knew just the way to tease your nipples, he knew how to suck your neck when you threw your head back over his shoulder, and he knew when it was time to reach one of his hands down and circle a finger around your clit. From that position he couldn’t move fast, but he could get deep, and he felt so, so good.

“You always know just what to do Marc.” You whispered, “you always know how to take good care of me.”

Marc moaned against your throat, “Yeah baby? Tell me how good I take care of you.”

“So good Marc.” You reached a hand up and tangled it into his hair. “The way you touch me is so…oh.”

His finger kept sliding over your sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing soft whimpers from your lips while he continued slowly sliding into you. You loved getting a hard, neck breaking fuck into the mattress most of the time, but there was something about the gentle intimacy here that was driving you insane. Marc was enjoying himself too, you could hear it in the way his breathing was becoming more rough and wrecked the longer he was inside of you.

“Yes, just like that.” You instructed, feeling a shift in the way his finger rotated.

“Like that baby? You like that?” He was thrusting a little faster now.

“Yeah, oh, Marc, you always know exactly what to do to get me to…to get me to…”

Maybe you pulled on his hair a little too tight, and maybe he would have bruises on his thigh in the morning from your strong grip, but you didn’t care. You were coming, and your body was shaking against his while you did. You yelled his name into the small bathroom, while your cunt contracted over him, squeezing his cock.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good when you come. Shit.” He groaned, filling you with his heat.

The shooting spurts and his pleasured moans lasted a while, until you were certain there wasn’t any room left for more. When he finally was soft enough, his cock slipped out of you, and with it there were white strands floating in the water.

You chuckled, “well, so much for getting clean in the bath.”

“I’m not the one who wanted to act dirty.” He said, grunting as he got out of the tub.

“So you have to tell me,” you started, getting out of the tub as well, “what was with the sudden change in attitude?”

Marc smirked, “you’re going to think it’s dumb, but Jake was cocky at the store earlier, said you like your orange juice without pulp in it. It’s funny because he’s always acting like he’s better than me when it comes to you so…it was just amusing to hear that he was wrong.”

“Well, you can also knock Jake down a peg by telling him that you fuck the best.” You raised your eyebrows. “I shouldn’t have said that.” Marc pressed his lips together tightly, “probably not, but today is my day. You can talk to him about that later.”

A/N: I'm planning 2 more installments after this one :) I'm not sure when they'll be out so just stay tuned y'all.

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