#marcus pike marry me challenge

[undercoverpena]

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→ i do not read/write: ↳ non-con/dub-con, rpf, incest, abuse, animal play, pregnancy, underage or SA. major breeding kink. [i also don’t write major character death without warnings in place].

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[dancingtotuyo]

Sage (Marcus Pike Drabble)

Rating: PG

Summary: You and Marcus can't agree on anything.

Tags/Warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol

Notes: The challenge: write a drabble in 30ish minutes with the assigned Pedro boy for the prompt "finally, something we can agree on." Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the lovely dividers! No beta we die like my soul working 40+ hours a week.

Words: 452

Author Master List | Marcus Pike Master List | Daily Clicks for Palestine

“We should go out sometime,” Marcus says, a charming smile painted on his face as he leans against your desk.

You move your eyes up toward him and then pull them back to the case file in front of you. “No.”

“It’ll be fun. I know this great Mexican place just around the corner-”

“I don’t date coworkers, Marcus.” You look through the case file like it’s the most riveting piece of literature you’ve ever read. 

“Oh, Bob was gonna come too.” He points to the desk right behind you. 

You spin around and Bob waves at you with a smile. Marcus returns the gesture to your coworker. “See you at 7? I’ll text you the address.”

He’s gone before you can protest.

You laugh at something Marcus says as you finish off your margarita. Bob left an hour ago, but you and Marcus haven’t moved. They kick you out at closing. 

“Wanna come to mine? It’s just around the corner.”

“I told you I don’t-”

“Who said anything about a date?” 

“You told your mom about me?” 

“No.” Marcus scratches the back of his neck. 

You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Not intentionally,” He says weakly. “She really wants to meet you.”

“No,” You say as Marcus’s doorbell rings. 

“You want Pizza or Chicken for dinner?”

“Pasta.” You bite back a smile.

Marcus looks at you with a half-annoyed look. 

“I love you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Excuse me?”

“You just think you do. I have that effect on people.”

“You’re just being difficult. 

Marcus burrows his head into the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses on your skin. Your legs stretch out under the covers as you blink away the sleep haze. 

“Good morning.” His voice is soft and husky. 

“Good morning.” You smile.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“Never a good thing.”

“Why don’t you move in with me?”

“I like having my own space.”

“You can have the spare bedroom.”

“Beige or charcoal?” Marcus asks.

“Sage.”

“That wasn’t an option.”

“It’s a better one.”

“Silver or gold?’

“You should know the answer to that.”

“Humor me.”

“Figure it out, Mr. FBI.”

“Marry me?” He’s on his knee in front of you, a diamond ring set in the correct metal in a velvet box. 

You’re wide-eyed, not expecting it tonight. He’s looking at you with nothing but big heart eyes and a hopeful smile. It makes your heart melt. This is your man. He’s all yours. Your Marcus.

“Yes,” It falls from your lips as you meet him on the ground, pressing your lips to his. He laughs, arms wrapping around your waist 

“Had me worried you were gonna fight me on this too,” he teases. 

“Shut up.” 

#marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #the mentalist #the mentalist fanfiction #marcus pike fanfiction #pedro pascal #ppcu fanfiction #pedro stories #pedrostories #drabble

[rhoorl]

Week in Review: Nov. 26 | The Week Esquire Broke My Brain...Again

This week was one to give thanks for so many things - my family, my friends, my little corner of Tumblr … and the team at Esquire (we’ll get to that). I also realized this week I reached another milestone on here and while I don’t like to harp on the numbers, it really continues to floor me that anyone reads anything of mine. So I want to say thank you. I’ll spare you another sappy rambling post, but it has meant a lot to me to be here. 

With that being said, I wanted to do something fun to say thank you, but I can’t think of anything! What do others do? I’m looking around at a few ask games, but if you have one you really like, send it my way! That’s probably what I have the capacity for at the moment - because I really need to get some chapters out.

Fics I read this week:

This week I spent some time in the car, which allowed me to read a bit more than usual. Be sure to take a look at the warnings and summaries for all of my recs, just because I like it doesn’t mean everyone will.

Frankie Morales

Candy Cane by @cerridwen007 - Frankie and reader have some fun with a candy cane. Also, Frankie is still the 😺 👑

My Way by @goodwithcheese - Megan’s Frankie always does something to me and this was no exception. 

Javier Peña

Snowed In - Javier's version by @avastrasposts This one-shot was 🔥 the OFC took charge and held her own against our favorite DEA agent!

Joel Miller

Gun Cleaning by @avastrasposts - A little smutty one-shot that was oh so hot!

Dieter Bravo

Back Alley Bang by @morallyinept I really have no words for this one, just thots.

Tim Rockford

Hold Tight by @sin-djarin Tim Rockford and holsters. That's all. Oh and a brilliant use of repetition! 

Pause by @trulybetty I am really in my Tim era and this was 🔥 I want to know more about this couple and I really enjoy their dynamic.

Undercover by @secretelephanttattoo New series alert! I'm already hooked from the first chapter!

Marcus Pike

White Wine by @something-tofightfor Marcus is just the most thoughtful, ugh I love this man.

Ezra

Hue by @goodwithcheese - I don’t read a lot of Ezra compared to some of the other Pedro boys, but my goodness this was amazing. It was sweet and comforting, but Ezra is also a bit of a menace. 

Current Compulsory Series:

I Like the Way You (Frankie) by @undercoverpena

These are the series I am keeping up with at the moment.

Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog 

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest I finally caught up!!

OTHER CHARACTERS

Benny Miller / Mitch Keller

La Primera Fiesta by @marvelousmermaid Benny attends a family party for his girlfriend's family. I related to this so much as a Latina who married a tall, lanky white guy 😆 this was too cute and Benny was adorable.

Somebody's Someone by @dameronscopilot I finished Tulsa King this week and this was the first Mitch Keller story I came across and I loved it!

Pete Dunham

Like My Dreams by @laurfilijames I recently rewatched Green Street Hooligans - I feel like the last time I saw it I was in high school, maybe college, which was a while ago. Anyways, I loved Charlie Hunnam’s character Pete and I’m excited to check out Laur’s series. 

Posts from the week:

The Pedro boys celebrated Thanksgiving with @morallyinept and things of course were chaotic but hilarious. This post from @pedrostories was so helpful as someone who consumes fanfic and attempts to write it as well!

In case you missed it, a fun writing challenge popped up that I think is pretty cool! Do I know what I’m writing yet? No. But an idea will come to me I’m sure.

Feral corner:

You know … every week I think, you know, this will be the week where I’m going to be chill and not a thirsty ass mess - ha sorry, I couldn’t finish that without laughing. I can’t help it, blame Pedro (but don’t blame him, we need to thank this man).

So, we’ve all seen the recent Esquire photos right?! The thots were thotting and I am still processing. Will you probably see me reblog this countless times over the next few weeks? Probably. Am I going to shoehorn this photoshoot into the Working Title universe?! Definitely.

Can we just acknowledge the duality of this man? How he just walk around being such a ray of sunshine and so adorable but then turn into an absolute menace? 

Things I watched:

I spent most of the week away, but I did manage to start and finish Tulsa King, which I think is a pretty big feat. Garrett has a small role in it, but 🫠 I am here for it. I did manage to pay attention to the rest of the plot, shocking I know, and I really enjoyed this story.

Personal Stuff

Spent time traveling this week so I had a lot of car time and then family time. I went to Buc-ee’s, which is always a highlight of our road trips. If you haven’t been or know what it is, picture a gas station/convenience store/general store and then multiply that by 100. Is it a bit overwhelming and overstimulating? Yes. But I guess I’m a glutton for punishment because I have to go to one every time I pass by.

The holidays caused a bit of a blip in my health journey. I’m trying to reframe my thinking about it. My initial reaction would have been to write “ugh I was so bad this week and ate so many bad foods” but instead I’m just going to acknowledge that it was a holiday and indulged a bit. But a couple of days isn’t going to completely derail the last four weeks. This time of the year can be really tough when it comes to my relationship with food, but I’m trying to give myself some grace.

Fic updates:

I got a really fun ask about how the Triple Frontier boys would celebrate Thanksgiving. It was fun to think about the guys and yes, eventually we will get to Thanksgiving in Delta Landscaping.

I’ve gotten a couple of comments and messages about Working Title and Delta Landscaping and I promise I’m working on both (I think about them both at least once daily). I have a couple of PTO days in the next couple of weeks and I’m planning on dedicating some time to both so hopefully, I can get ahead and publish a bit more frequently.

Ok, I think that’s it for this week. I hope you have a great one. Drink water, get some sleep, and have some thots.

Masterlist

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3 

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? (Benny Miller, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? Part Two

#rhoorl week in review #rhoorl fic rec #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction

[munsonownsmyass]

Birthday and follower celebration

I just hit 550 followers, so that's amazing enough in itself (thanks to all of you lovely little beans that want to follow me ❤️), but I'm also turning 34 on the 3rd of February, so I wanted to make a little something 😁

And what better way to celebrate than with some games, asks and requests? The little celebration will run from today until February 12th. I hope you'll come celebrate with me. And feel free to send in as many asks/requests as you like 😁❤️

Fuck/Marry/Kill

Send me 3 characters and I'll tell you who I'd wanna fuck, marry and kill. If you'd rather switch kill our woth kiss, feel free to do so.

Would you rather

This one is kinda self explanatory 😆

Top 10

Want a top 10 of my favorite songs? Favorite blorbos? Or maybe food? Just send it in and I'll make a little top 10.

Moodboard

I might not be the greatest at making moodboards, but I love making them.

Hozier requests

I'm so lucky that I got Hozier tickets for my birthday. So I had this idea that you can send in a hozier song and a character, and I could make a little drabble.

Fic requests

I would love some requests. You want a continuation to something? Or want it from a different POV? Let me know.

Or you want something new? Please send an ask. I have some prompt lists here, but feel free to add your own idea, if you want something ❤️

Fluffy dialogue ◇ smutty one liners ◇ subtle love ◇ angry love confessions ◇ lovers in denial ◇ roommates to lovers ◇ late night talks ◇ more smutty one liners

Characters I write for: Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Quinn McKenna, Ryan Yellowstone, Matthias Helvar, Billy Russo, Marcus Pike, Tristan Thorn, Joel Miller.

Characters I'd love to write for: Benny Miller, Will Miller, Frankie Morales, Mr. McCarthy, Zach Wellison, Terrence Swaino, Evan 'Buck' Buckley.

Or if you want to challenge me with something new, you can always ask 😉

Tagging some of the lovely people I've met here. Thank you to you all: @e-dubbc11 @itwasthereaminuteago @theradioactivespidergwen @chvoswxtch @murdock-and-the-sea @mattmurdocksscars @boliv-jenta @wardenparker @lucy-sky @sio-ina-bottle @yarrystyleeza @darlingshane @anna-hawk @jvanilly @k-marzolf @hellspart-timer @danzer8705 @chellestrash @scorpio-marionette @iobsessoverfictionalmen @feelmyskinonyourskin @writerwoed @misspearly1 @toomanystoriessolittletime @bunnelbie @absurdthirst

#lilys birthday bash #birthday and follower celebration

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Nineteen - Kite

Word Count: 694

Warnings: anxiety, brief mention of alcohol, FEELINGS

Notes: I enjoy writing about this female reader and Marcus Pike, did this inadvertly become a mini-series?! 👀 What am I gonna do with these two?

Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenges

Your therapist is always coming up with some tasks for you to do. First it was the paintings which were quite fun and led to Marcus Pike, the sort of man in fantasy books who’s alive and an FBI agent. You find yourself questioning if he’s real or if you may need to talk to your therapist to recommend to your primary doctor that a serious change in meds is needed. Your reminder that you in fact not clinically insane is not when he kisses you, that’s a dream-like state he puts you in. 

It's moments like this when you’re doing something that you’d never think to do alone. Like the other night when he found some bar that you’d never heard of, the food was delicious, and the music was perfect. The band even had a CD that the two of you purchased. You didn’t tell Marcus that you haven’t owned a CD player in well over a decade, but you didn’t want to not support that band, they had been awesome! Plus, Marcus not only had CDs but cassette tapes so you could listen to it over at his place. You’ve been to his apartment, not for that, it was late and you really enjoy your tequila it was regrettable showing Marcus your sleepy drunk side, dozing off in the car and not remembering how you made it into his bed. 

Thankfully, you were able to salvage that mishap by offering to help Marcus with something he promised his nephew the following weekend: flying a kite. Two educated people could figure it out right? One just needs wind, some speed, and a goof grip on the string thing, right?

Both you and Marcus found this to be incorrect. The sacrifice of three kites wouldn’t be forgotten as both you and Marcus plop down in the grass park near his apartment complex where many of the agents live. The laughter at the situation and yourselves was loud as it was frequent. Two adults could not figure out a children’s pastime that’s been done for generations…well pretty sure it has. You roll onto Marcus’s chest and bop his nose gently.

“You’ll just have to tell your nephew and you, and your girlfriend couldn’t figure it out. It’s a lot more difficult than it seems. Even FBI agents have trouble.” Marcus’ eyes go wide for a moment, and he places his hand on the middle of your back.

“My girlfriend huh? That’s the first time you’ve said it and we’ve been at this nearly two months.” Tilting your head, you want to correct him, but damn he’s right. That’s a problem.

“Um…It’s not that I haven’t wanted to. I just, didn’t feel the need to say it. Though, I guess I should be more forthcoming with these types of things, huh…” Shaking your head, you choose to bury your face in his warm chest and Pike, being the man he is, softly plants a kiss on your forehead and lets you stay in place. Hiding however feebly for a few minutes. He usually picks up on small tells and ticks that tells him your mood and what you might need from him. It’s then you realize that you’re not sure of what his might be. Looking up, he’s just gently smiling. “You should ask me for more. Not just this kite issue and given that we’ve damaged three of them I owe you at this point.” A nervous chuckle has the agent sit up and pull you to sit next to him with his arm across your back at your hip.

“I have plenty, I have you sweetheart. It’s more than enough.” 

You can hear your therapist telling you to weight your options before speaking and ‘pause for the cause.’ Even you know you shouldn’t say it, just keep it next to your heart. The need to ask this incredibly kind man to marry you. Still might be kinda soon for that since you haven’t told him you love him, but that would be implied right?

Wait did you ask him to marry you? Did you just ask Marcus Pike for his hand in marriage?

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #Marcus pike #Marcus pike x female reder #marcus pike fanfiction #march #march spring prompts #day nineteen #kite #a Nerdie fic

[supernaturalgirl20]

Marry me?

Pairings: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Warnings: Proposal, fluff, heated kissing.

Mini fic for Our Last Christmas

Part of @toomanystoriessolittletime December writing challenge.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

There was a weird tension in the air as Marcus drove you to some secret destination. He had picked you up from work with a bunch of roses and a megawatt smile before leaning in and kissing you softly.

“Can’t you just give me a little hint,” you said, flashing him your puppy dog eyes as you pleaded with him.

“Afraid not, baby,” he says with a shake of his head. “But you’ll like it, I promise.”

“Hmm, you and your secrets.”

His hand reaches across and rests on your thigh giving it a quick squeeze. “It won’t be a secret for too long. I love you baby.” His gaze is on you briefly and his eyes are filled with adoration. “Ok, I'll trust you.”

“Thank you,” he says softly as he gives your thigh a final squeeze before gripping the wheel with both hands.

He seems nervous, somehow. Which is a little strange for a date night but you don’t question it too much. When he pulls the car off the road and parks it up he turns to you with a sheepish smile on his face. “I’m gonna need to blind fold you now.”

“What?” You gasp as you watch him pull a satin blindfold from the glove box. “What are you up to?”

“Come on, turn around baby.”

You do as he asked and he wraps the black satin cover over your eyes before giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You can hear him opening his car door and closing it behind him before he rushes to your side to help you out.

Waving a hand in front of your face he asks if you can see him. “It’s pitch black, Marcus. I can’t see anything.”

“Good.”

With one arm wrapped around your waist he slowly guides you to your destination before coming to a stop. Marcus moves behind you and wraps both his arms around your waist. “I love you, you know that?”

“Hmm, and I love you too. Fuck it’s cold.” He runs his hand up along your arms to try and warm you a little before whispering, “you ready, baby?”

“Yes…please, I’m dying to know what’s going on,” you say with excitement lacing your voice. He slowly undoes the tie and it falls from your eyes.

You fail to notice that Marcus has let go of you as you take in the bright sign staring at you from the snow covered lawn. You gasp out a breath as you cover your mouth in awe. “Oh my god, Marcus.”

Turning, you find him down on one knee, a small velvet box in his hand as he stares up at you with tears in his eyes. “I love you baby. So fucking much and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. If you’ll have me?”

Your heart has swelled and you begin to sob as he continues with his proposal. “From the moment I met you three years ago, I knew. I knew you were the one I was gonna spend my life with. That you were the one I was gonna start a family with and grow old watching the grandkids run around the garden. Y/N, baby, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

“Yes,” you shout through your happy tears as he stands and places the ring on your finger. “Yes I’ll marry you.”

He lifts you into his arms and kisses you passionately before you hear people shouting and cheering. “What the?” You say, shocked as Marcus turns his attention towards the sign of lights that spell out marry me.

Suddenly there are people there, standing behind the sign and you can make out your family and you cry all over again. Turning your gaze back to Marcus, you find him already looking at you. “Surprise baby. I wanted to have both families here so I flew your mom and dad in for the weekend. I hope that’s ok?”

“Ok? Marcus this is amazing. You’re amazing. I love you so much.” You say softly before reaching up and kissing him gently. He holds you tight before both your moms no doubt pull you away from him.

“Here’s to forever baby.”

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#pedro pascal #marcus pike x female reader #marcus pike #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x female reader #marcus pike x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #the mentalist fanfiction #stephsdecemberwritingchallenge

[scorpio-marionette]

One Word

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: angst, yearning, second chances, friends to lovers, one bed

A/N: I know I'm missing a couple days, but I knew what I wanted to do for this prompt. I'm still thinking about the others.

Part of @toomanystoriessolittletime 's December Writing Challenge

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"YES!!!"

You and Marcus abruptly come to a stop as a woman suddenly screams out in excitement. Looking over at the old soccer field the two of you used to play on, you see a group of people holding marque lights that spell Marry Me. A couple stands in front of them in a gleeful embrace. Clearly there was a proposal and she said yes. Coming down from the shock, your nerves begin to kick in. You had always wanted Marcus to propose to you, but he ended up proposing to two other women instead. One he actually tried to make a life with. The other leaving him abruptly for another. Now he's home from DC for Christmas and your heart is still his for the taking. The only reason you guys had been on this walk is because Marcus had wanted to catch up without his mother being privy to the conversation. You had agreed selfishly to get some alone time with him. The conversation had been light and fun. Now you dread where it may go.

You cautiously take a peek at Marcus. His eyes linger longingly on the happy couple. All he had always wanted to have a family of his own. To have a wife that loves him and children to care for. You know this. You've known this since you were fifteen. You had wanted to be the one to fill the role since you were eighteen, but he went off to college first. He met a bombshell of a beauty. Brought her home for the holidays. Did the cliché Christmas proposal, and she said yes. You were asked to be a bridesmaid. You watched them get married. You comforted him through his wife's infidelity and refusal to have kids. You watched him grow from it. Hopeful again that he'll see you. Then another beautiful woman came along. Strong and independent. An agent who understands his work. She chose him and then after he left for DC, she left him. You're ashamed to admit that you were hopeful again, but even you recognize that the hope has dimmed over the years. If Marcus was attracted to you, he would've said something. That's who he is. If he hasn't said anything by now, then you're just a little sister to him.

"Have you ever wanted that?" Marcus asks quietly. As if scared to break the silence.

"A proposal like that or to just be proposed to?"

"To get married," Marcus clarifies. "We both know I wanted to, but what about you? I don't think I've ever asked."

You blush like a fire has broken out across your skin. The man you're in love with asking if you've ever wanted to get married. Surely whatever gods are out there are laughing at you.

"Oh yeah," you try to say casually. "Had a guy in mind and everything."

This peaks his interest. "Who did you want to marry?"

Of course you would say too much. You mentally facepalm at your stupidity and quickly search your brain for a believable lie. It'll be hard to sell though, what with Marcus' FBI training.

"It-it doesn't really matter who it was, Marcus," you claim. "He was never interested in me."

Marcus quirks up an eyebrow at this. A guy wasn't interested in you? Who wouldn't be interested in you? You're intelligent, creative, kind, and absolutely gorgeous. How could he not see that? He must have been blind. For the moment Marcus let's the conversation go, giving you room to breathe a silent sigh of relief. He doesn't miss how your shoulders sag though. Had you wanted him to keep asking? The two of you continue your walk around town. Concluding with Marcus taking you home. He pulls you into his embrace, bringing you into his comforting warmth. He'd be lying if he said he didn't love the way you feel against him. Your body fits perfectly with his and you have been a constant in his life for many years. He's so happy to have you in his life. With one final good night, he watches you retreat into the safety of your home and returns to his parents.

~

With the morning sun, Marcus rises before the rest of his family. He slips down stairs to make coffee in the kitchen. With a fresh brew in the pot and a cup of americano, he sits in the bay window to watch the sun rise. He thinks of you and what you said last night. Still curious as to the mystery man you had wanted to marry. After an hour and a half, his mother comes down for some morning tea. She greets her son with a quick hug before placing the kettle on the stove. With curiosity eating away at his mind, Marcus asks his mother who it was you wanted to marry. Startled by the question, she nearly drops her chosen mug. She chuckles to herself

"Marcus, sweetheart, she had wanted to marry you."

Now it's Marcus' turn to choke on his coffee. There's no way you had wanted to marry him-

"And before you go telling yourself that there's no way, let's keep in mind that this girl has seen just about everything when it comes to you. She was your first crush until your friends convinced you it was weird. They used to think the two of you were siblings. She was your date to the prom when the girl you had asked turned you down. She was a bridesmaid at your wedding for Pete's sake. She even saw you off when you went to DC to live with what's her name, right before she broke off the engagement. That girl knows you and still loves you, so don't waste it."

Marcus is absolutely stunned by what his mother has said. He' always known you've been there for him, but he never realized for how mush of it. Flashes of memories come to him in a tidal wave. The two of you on joint family vacations. You being there when he started his band. Designating yourself as their first groupie. You patching up his knee when he skinned it. Him chasing off bullies who made fun of you. One memory of you at his wedding in the bridesmaid gown suddenly becomes you in the bride's gown. A veil covering your face as you make your way to him. Eager to be wedded. To kiss the woman he loves...

Wait, what?

It hits him like a ton of bricks. He loves you. He always has apparently. He just couldn't see it because- Well, there isn't a really good excuse. He never saw you the way you saw him. In the way you deserve to be seen. If anything, he hasn't seen you at all. He's taken your presence in his life for granted. He knows he has to make it up to you. It's not fair that you've been pining after him and all he's given is his failed love experiences. You deserve more from him than that. With this new information, Marcus gets up from his seat. He thanks his mother with a kiss on the cheek and rushes back up to his room. He wants to plan something, but he's trying to ignore his base instinct. His immediate response of an extravagant dinner date. This you we're talking about, not someone new. You know him better than anyone. He could take you to the Christmas market that gets set up every year, but that’s a bit of a cliché, and it'd be just his luck he'd sneak off to buy you something, only for you to think he's flirting with someone else. No, he needs to do some confirming. He needs it to be just the two of you. To make sure you truly want him and that his own heart had fallen for you.

~

A couple days pass with little contact from Marcus. It's not that you guys had plans made. You're just a little worried he's closing off emotionally. Maybe he ran into his ex-wife? She still lives nearby so that wouldn't be a surprise. He has been texting you though. Confirming your availability. Asking for any changes in food preferences. You're curious as to why he's asking you all of this when there's a knock at your door. Opening it you find a chipper Marcus with a cup of peppermint coffee. A holiday favorite of yours. He hands it to you as you let him into your childhood home, only for him to then abruptly walk further in to get to the second floor. You rush to catch up with him as he enters your room. You're about to ask him what he's doing when you see him pull your small suit case out from under your bed. He unzips it and flips it open, turning to you with a pointed look.

"You and I are going on a little Christmas trip," Marcus states. "We'll be back before Christmas Eve, so no one is worried about us missing anything."

"Um, okay, but why?"

"What? I can't spend time with my favorite person in the whole world?"

You're sure you turn bright red at Marcus' question. Especially if his smirk is anything to go by. Having no argument to present, you saddle up next to Marcus and begin packing. He helps to fold your clothes until you start pulling out your underwear. He seems taken aback by your handing him of your panties, but you trust him to not be crude about it. Besides, it's not like it's anything he hasn't seen before. After all, when you were in high school and Marcus was between girlfriends, the two of you would drive out to the lake with nothing but towels and the clothes you had on. Back then you insisted on wearing nothing but lace underwear, which was transparent, and cupless lace bras. Not much was really left to his imagination. You might as well had gone skinny dipping.

Once packed and your mental list checked over, you haul your bags to the car and get in. Marcus, ever the gentleman, opens your door for you before running around to his seat. You both comfy because it's going to be a bit of a drive before you arrive.

~

An hour or so has passed since you've start on your little journey with Marcus. Your music plays softly through the stereo. The man you've loved for what feels like a lifetime is gently holding your hand over the center console. His thumb smooths the skin across your knuckles. You could stay in this moment forever if time and Marcus would let you. To able to just be with him. A moment of togetherness without really needing to be somewhere or meet someone. You can't help but think this is the closest to living a dream as you'll get.

"Are you going to stay in there forever?" Marcus jokes about your daydreaming. Something you've always done.

"How long is forever?" You question.

"... you tell me. "

Marcus doesn’t usually hesitate when he answers a question. He can be far too sure that he knows the answer sometimes. You look at him as he drives. His profile has always been beautiful to you. The slope of his nose. The strength in his jaw and neck. The curl of his hair at the nape of his neck. He tries so hard to contain his curls even though they make him that much more attractive.

He can feel the burn of your gaze in him. It makes it so much harder to not blurt out how he feels or what he wants to ask. To think he's usually so much more confident than this. Only you can make him this nervous. Trying to ignore the sharpness of your gaze, he pulls off the highway to your exit. The hotel he picked is quint. Fantastic decor for not a lot of money and decent travel times to you favorite amusement park. The two of you will be alone for four days a you hang out together. Luckily, even after all this time, Marcus is still a passholder. Entering the lobby, the two of you stop by the desk to check in. With your keys and general instructions, you find your room. Stepping inside makes you almost instantly concerned. There's only one bed. Surely there's been a mistake. You move to approach the room's phone when Marcus stops you.

"What's wrong?"

"There's only one bed." You gesture to it as if he can't see it.

"Yeah, I they had a deal on single bed rooms," he explains nonchalantly. "We're both adults. We can share a bed."

Is the man trying to kill you?

First he asks if you want to get married. Calls you his favorite person. Takes you on an impromptu mini vacation. Now he wants to share a bed with you? You might just combust where you stand. Ignoring the way you gape at him, Marcus takes your suitcase to set up on your side of the bed. His own mirroring yours. He takes out toiletries. Some fresh clothing. Just taking his time as you absorb what he just said. He asks if you need the bathroom for anything but you don't need it at the moment, so he tells you he's going to take a shower. You sit next to your suitcase. It's only for four days and nights. You can survive this... right?

To distract yourself, you start gathering what you need for a shower before stowing away the suitcases. You turn on the TV to see if there's any news you guys missed on the drive over. About half an hour passes before the bathroom door opens and a shirtless Marcus walks out. All he has is a towel wrapped round his narrow hips. Water slowly dripping down the length of his torso. His hair his wet, pushed away from his face, and yet curls wildly at the back of his head. He saunters over to his case and pulls it out again. You swear he's taking his time to torment you. He wants you to look at him.

"Sorry," he says bashfully. "Forgot my boxers."

He looks down at your clothes.

"If you're going to shower, put on something nice after. I'm taking you to dinner."

With that, he returns to the steamy bathroom. After he closes the door, Marcus takes a deep breath. The entire time he put on that charade he could feel your eyes. When he looked at you to tell you he was taking you out, it was impossible to miss how blown out your pupils were. He'd be lying if he said it didn't inflate his ego. He likes the idea of you finding him attractive, but how deep does that attraction go? And does he feel the same?

~

Once again, back in the car, you and Marcus head out for dinner. Not knowing where you're going, you put on one of the dresses you assume Marcus had slipped into your case. It's a simple red sweater dress paired with rose patterned stocking to keep your legs warm and a pair of booties. A soft, warm smile crossed his face when he saw what you chose. He even took your hands in his and twirled you around the room a little so he could get a good look at you. Now you sit in comfortable silence as you pull up to the restaurant. Marcus comes around to open your door for you before wrapping your hand around his bicep. You always knew Marcus was strong, but feeling his muscle in you hand has your brain shorting out. His arm is firm and large though he's barely flexing it.

There's a bit of a line for the hostess desk, so you enjoy your time on Marcus' arm. You decide to do a little people watching when the woman from the couple in front of you peeks behind her. You instantly recognize Marcus' ex-wife. She turns around fully with an awful smirk on her face.

"Well, fancy seeing you two here," she greets snidely.

"Hello Jacqueline. Date night for you?" Marcus asks, trying to cordial with her.

"Anniversery, actually," she mocks. "What about you two?"

Before you can pipe in Marcus says "date night for us."

Jacqueline's eyes slide over to you as you hold yourself steadfast. She hums as if appraising you. Like her opinion still matters to her ex-husband.

"I guess it's your night at the ball, Cinderella," she says condisendingly. "You always did want Marcus to yourself. Have a good night."

You stare her down as she turns back around to her partner, whatever they are to each other. Your body suddenly droops as the tension gives and you head dips low, practically on Marcus' chest. You suddenly realize that you're not just on his arm anymore. The arm you had been clinging to is now wrapped around your waist and has hauled you to him. Your left hand rests on his broad shoulder while your right lingers on his chest, right over his heart. You raise your head to look at him and he's looking at you with a dreamy gaze. You half expected him to be staring at his ex. He had married her after all. But no, he's giving you his attention. You give him a soft smile. His pupils dilate as his sight drops down to your lips.

~

Despite of running into Jacqueline, dinner goes off without a hitch. You had a gorgeous waitress that was very obviously into Marcus, but he only paid attention to you. She got so disgruntled at not gaining his attention that she ended up switching with another for the rest the meal. When you went to leave, Marcus took your hand and very dramatically kissed the back of it as he pulled you up from you seat and led you out the door. Ever the gentleman, he helped you into the car before getting in and driving away.

Back in your hotel room now, you kick off your heels and begin slipping off your stockings.

"We should talk about it, you know."

You look up at Marcus. "About what?"

"What Jacqueline said," he tells you.

You sigh quietly. "She never liked me, Marcus. Of course she was say something like that."

"That's true, she would," he agrees. "But my mom said something similar too."

You pale at the information. Only your mothers knew how you felt about Marcus. They were ecstatic to hear how you felt and comforted you at the devistation of him choosing another. Why would Mrs. Pike let him know now?

"Is it true?"

"What?" You decide to play dumb.

"That you wanted me. That you've wanted me this whole time."

You audibly gulp. Looking everywhere but his face. "I don't know what you're-"

"You're lying."

Marcus takes your face in his hands. He makes you look at him. He isn't angry or disgusted. He's silently pleading for you to admit it because what you don't know is that he's in love with you. Even he doesn't realize how in love he is. He's loved you since he was eight years old. His problem is that he let the wrong people influence him over the years. Now he wants to know if he has the chance to make it right. To properly love the woman who's always been with him. His first love.

"Yes"

All it takes is one word.

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Born to Run / Chapter 15

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Marathon Runner f!reader (no y/n)

Rating: E (SMUT! 18+ only please)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Angst. Discussions of therapy. That’s about it.

Summary: Marcus makes a phone call, misses a phone call, and receives an unexpected voicemail.

A/N: I guess Marcus is a classical pottery expert now because this is my story and I say he is. I’ve got a degree in Archaeology, so this avoids me having to do any research into things I know nothing about.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter 14 | Chapter 16

With sweaty palms, Marcus hit the "video call" button from his laptop. It had been so long since they had spoken, and he was nervous. Had it been too long? Would this even help at all?

Here goes nothing.

After a couple of tense rings, a familiar face appeared on screen.

"Marcus? Marcus Pike?"

"Hey, Doctor T.," he said with a sheepish grin. "I know it's been a while."

"A while? Last time I heard the name Marcus Pike, he was about to start his big, fancy internship at the FBI. How have things been going? How are you? I know this is a cliché thing to say, but I never forget a client. I’ve wondered about you over the years, Marcus,” Doctor Tzouanakis said with a warm, friendly smile.

"Things have been great, relatively speaking," Marcus began. "I'm in a good position, still at the FBI. I, uh, I got promoted recently--I'm at HQ in Washington, D.C. now. Got a good life, a stable life, but I--" he cut off. "It's… it's stupid, I--"

"Can't be too stupid if you're contacting me about it after, what, almost twenty years?" His old therapist challenged.

Marcus huffed a laugh. "Fair, fair. I guess… I've been, uh, unlucky in love, I guess you'd say."

"I see. Unlucky how?"

"I just had two relationships end that were pretty significant in my life and I can't help but think that I'm sabotaging them myself."

"Why do you think that, Marcus?"

"You remember why I was seeing you all those years ago?"

"I certainly do. You had issues controlling your emotions, especially anger. You told me once that you ‘felt like you were a tea kettle with no release valve, nowhere for your feelings to go, and they just built and built until you couldn't handle them any more, and exploded.’" Doctor T. stated, matter-of-factly.

Marcus’s eyes widened. “Jesus. How do you remember this?”

“I read your file before you called,” she replied with a sly smile, tapping her temple with her pencil a few times.

“I can’t believe you have dusty files from twenty years ago tucked into a corner somewhere.”

“Give me some credit, please, Marcus. All my patient files were digitized years ago,” Doctor T. said with a wink.

“Some dusty computer file, then,” Marcus joked.

“I had to blow the dust off of my screen when I clicked on it.”

He sunk back into the easy repartee he had with his therapist as if he had never stopped his weekly, and then monthly, sessions with her back in college. He remembered why he had enjoyed his sessions so much--her quick, dry wit, and her easy challenging of all the thoughts and ideas that were inaccurate or downright harmful to his psyche.

“Tell me about being unlucky in love, Marcus.”

He sighed again. “I think I’m doing the same thing with love that I used to do with anger. I have all these feelings, and I don’t know what to do with them and then I throw them at another person, and they back away.” He continued, “I don’t have a--a problem getting into relationships, I feel like… I feel like women, y’know, like me. I’m… I’m good at the beginning part of dating. It always seems easy, effortless, and then when we’re at a crossroads, when it can turn serious or not, I screw it up.”

“How would you say you ‘screw it up?’” Doctor Tzouanakis asked.

“Well, with the first case, I asked a woman I had only been seeing for a few months to marry me and move to D.C. with me.”

“So you moved too fast, you would say,” his therapist supplied.

“Yeah. And I just… I knew she--Theresa--she wasn’t ready, and it was too soon. I knew I was moving too quickly, and I knew that her… her heart wasn’t in it, you know? But I did it anyway, and only got hurt.” Marcus scrubbed his hands over his face. “It’s like, the definition of insanity, right? You know what the outcome is gonna be, and you do it anyway.”

“You said ‘the first case.’ This has happened more than once? Recently?” Doctor T. asked.

“Almost one right after the other. It’s been… it’s been a bad couple of months.” Marcus chuckled humorlessly.

“One right after the other? How did the circumstances arrive so quickly again? Can you talk about that?”

Marcus looked into the middle distance. “I was out on this-this vacation to sort of get over Theresa, you know? I was being a dick at work and my coworkers arranged for me to stay at this cabin in Kentucky for a week to unwind, and the first morning I was there, I met…” Marcus swallowed.

“I met this woman. And I just- we couldn’t stay away from each other. I felt drawn to her, and I know she felt the same for me, it’s just--” he broke off. “The timing wasn’t right. I knew it was too soon after Theresa. I didn’t want her to be a rebound, but I couldn’t help myself--we couldn’t, I mean. We started seeing each other. I even extended my stay for her, and we were inseparable for the whole time, you know? I-I never told her, but I fell in love. I was in love with her. But when I had to go back to Washington, I couldn’t handle it, couldn’t handle doing a-a long distance relationship after what happened with Theresa. I came back to visit her the next weekend, and I bought two return tickets back.”

His therapist raised her eyebrows. “You wanted her to come back with you that weekend? You’ll have to forgive me for making a judgement here, but that’s not very realistic, Marcus.”

Marcus grimaced. “I know, it was just--I panicked, I guess. Trying to be with her long distance like that, I felt so uneasy the whole week, and I just couldn’t picture trying to keep that up for much longer before I went crazy. I thought that maybe--maybe we could find a way. She could stay there for a week, fly back, I don’t know…” he trailed off.

“What was her response, when you asked?” she prompted.

“She was skeptical, of course she was, and gave me all these legitimate reasons why she couldn’t just pick up and leave and I… I didn’t listen. I--I accused her of horrible things, I… I panicked, I left.” His eyes were threatening to spill over. “I left her there. I flew back the next day and I just… left her there. I didn’t say goodbye. We could have done the long-distance thing, we could have--God, I was a dick to her, I fucked it up,” Marcus finished, shaking his head.

Doctor Tzouanakis gave a little understanding nod. “It sounds like your recent experience with Theresa triggered a panic response from you. Do you think she’d come with you if she was given a… a more generous timeline?”

“I don’t know, that’s the problem. She has her whole life there, a house, her career. She’s-she’s an amazing runner and she has a big race coming up and I--I offended her, I think, asking her to come stay with me. She said she didn’t want to be my ‘kept woman,’ and I understand that, I don’t want that either! That wasn’t my intention when I asked. I’m afraid that whatever I offer her, it won’t be enough, you know? And I just don’t know if we keep doing this indefinitely, living separately. I want to be with her. In all the ways that means. I don’t want bits and pieces,” Marcus finished sadly.

“Do you think she wanted to continue her relationship with you, before this?” his therapist asked.

“Fuck--yes, she even said so, and I didn’t listen. And then I told her it was all well and good until she ultimately dumped me via text message.”

“Do you think that was fair?”

“No! I don’t. I knew it wasn’t even when I was saying it.” Marcus said, emphatically. “She didn’t deserve that. Theresa was in love with her partner at work. This was different. She…” he trailed off. “She was really good for me,” he whispered. “She showed me parts of myself that I--” he blushed. “Well, parts of me that I didn’t know existed. We were… well, intimate in ways I had never been with anyone before.” He looked down, feeling a little uncomfortable.

The therapist nodded. “Marcus, it sounds like you had a good and healthy relationship with this woman.” She continued, with a knowing glint in her eyes, “It takes trust and communication to… be ‘intimate’ in new or different ways.”

“I know! I know… I had a good thing and I scared her away, and then got mad at her for stepping back,” Marcus groaned, slapping a palm to his forehead.

“Are things definitively over between the two of you?” Doctor Tzouanakis asked. “If not, you might be able to talk to her. Communicate. It sounds like you both have the tools you need in your relationship to negotiate this fight, too.”

“I don’t know if she’d agree to see me again…” Marcus winced. “I said some awful things.”

“And that’s something that you’re going to have to risk, Marcus. You can ask for forgiveness, but you have to go in there accepting that her answer might be ‘no.’ Can you handle that?”

Marcus nodded. “I can. I have to. I- God, I love her so much, I’d do anything for her. Including…” he let out a shuddering breath, “let-letting her go.” He looked down at his hands.

His therapist spoke up in reassurance, “Marcus, you have so much love to give. That’s not a bad thing! You have so much to offer a potential partner. You aren’t broken, no matter how you might feel after what sounds like a really tough few months for you. You just have to understand how to express your love in healthy ways, just as we helped you express other emotions all those years ago.” She smiled, “Marcus, I’m proud of who you’ve become. I’m really glad you contacted me, and I’m glad we spoke today.”

“Thank you, Doctor T. You’ve been… this has been really helpful, you have no idea.”

“I like to watch my young clients grow into happy, well-adjusted adults. It reflects well on me, after all. A testament to my methods,” she said with a wry grin.

Marcus laughed, brushing a few errant tears from his eyes. “I haven’t forgotten what we talked about. I still use it.”

“Damn, I’m good.”

“Thanks, Doc.” He smiled.

“Do me a favor? Let me know how it goes with her.”

“I will.”

Marcus closed his laptop and let out a big sigh. He felt more clear headed now--using his lunch break to call his old therapist had definitely been a good idea. He packed up his stuff from one of the private “cells” (what most agents jokingly called the one-person soundproofed “quiet work” offices running the length of the top floor of the building) and made his way back down to his own office. He was surprised to see it was already occupied by one of the junior agents, Carson, surrounded by a handful of interns.

“Hey man,” Carson said by way of greeting. “Hey, we’ve got a case we could use your help on.”

"Sure, go ahead," Marcus said, setting his messenger bag down on his desk.

"Well, the ‘Met’ says they have a Euphronios Kylix that they supposedly purchased from a 'reputable dealer' for almost three million," Carson explained, "but the provenance is murky to say the least, and--"

"Euphronios, as in 'Getty Museum Krater' Euphronios?" Marcus asked.

"The very same," agreed Carson.

"And they're thinking it's looted, I take it?"

"Let's just say it wouldn't be a shock. But here's the thing--one of the curators at the museum is now claiming that it’s actually a fake," Carson continued. "But all signs point to it being looted: the lack of provenance, the price, the--the fame of the painter…" he trailed off.

Marcus frowned. “So the museum wants us to find out if it’s a fake or not,” he began. “If their two options are ‘looted’ or ‘fake,’ I assume they’re probably pretty invested in it being fake, considering the fines they’d get for looting on top of the price they already paid for it.” He glanced up at Carson. “Are you sure they’re not just saying it’s a fake to get out of any fines? How sure are we that it’s a forgery?”

One of the interns chimed in, "If it's a fake, it's a fucking good one, Agent Pike. Was hoping you could take a look at it, sir."

Marcus nodded. "Yeah, let's take a look. Where are you set up?"

Carson replied, "Everything for this case is down in Conference Room C on the lower level. Want to follow us down?"

Marcus took the elevator down, all the while discussing Euphronios's style markers with one of the interns--Bolton, she had said--who was pursuing a Classical Archaeology degree.

“...and you can tell that the painter used a diluted clay slip, because there’s a wider range of color on the figures,” she explained, breathlessly. “Agent Pike, I just wanted to say I’ve read your Master’s Thesis on the representation of women and children on fifth century BCE Athenian vases. I’m planning on using it as a source for my research paper coming up at the end of the semester.” Bolton looked up at him, doe-eyed.

Marcus coughed. “Th-that’s great! Uh, thanks.”

She stepped closer. “I was wondering if you wanted to meet to discuss it sometime? I have so many questions,” she said with a coy smile.

Marcus tried to step back without looking like he was doing so on purpose. “I-if you have questions, you can always email me, I’d be happy to talk through it,” he sidestepped.

Thank God the elevator door opened to the lower level. Bolton pushed past him and Carson, looking disappointed.

Carson laughed and clapped Marcus on the back. “Caught the eye of some little undergrad ingénue, huh?”

Marcus shook his head in amusement as they walked together towards Conference Room C. “Poor thing, hope I didn’t hurt her feelings.” They reached the door. “You coming in?”

“Just a sec,” Carson held up a finger. “I need to make a call first. That room is a fucking dead zone for signal. Be there in a few.”

Marcus took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly. This was what he loved the most about the job--the research involved, the analysis, debating art styles over pizza with a team. He opened the conference room door and stepped inside.

The door didn’t open again for ten hours.

When Marcus finally exited the conference room at the end of the incredibly long day, Carson and his team were in a flurry of excitement. “Bolton, give the Classics department at the Met a call first thing tomorrow and tell them we confirmed that it’s a fake. Awasthi, we need to pay the seller a visit. Find out where he lives, his known associates…”

The interns and Carson all began to talk over each other as Marcus headed toward the stairwell.

“Pike!” Carson called out. “Pike, drinks with the team to celebrate tonight?”

Marcus hesitated. He felt as if he had been in stasis for the last several weeks, pining over you. Today, the conversation with his therapist had him feeling optimistic for the first time since the two of you had snuggled on the couch watching ‘The Thing.’ He would call you tomorrow, apologize, tell you how he felt, and maybe things would be okay. And if not, well, then he had a few glorious weeks with you that he knew he’d never forget, for as long as he lived.

“I’m in,” he replied with a smile. “Let me get my stuff from my office and I’ll meet you outside.”

As Marcus exited the stairwell, his phone pinged several times in quick succession. Oh, right. He probably didn’t have any signal until just now. He checked his notifications. A couple emails, a news alert, and-- Marcus’s heart started to pound. A voicemail. A voicemail from… you. He took in a shaky breath and held the phone up to his ear.

“Marcus? I-I’m sorry to call you like this,” the message began. Your voice was thin, watery. “I don’t-- I wasn’t sure if you wanted to hear from me-” Marcus quickly cut off the message, wanting--needing--to get to the privacy of his office. He could hear you sniffling between your sentences. Oh, God, you were crying. Marcus nearly ran the rest of the way to his office and shut the door, not bothering with the lights. He collapsed into his desk chair, his hand clamped over his mouth in an attempt to stymie his emotions, and started the message from the beginning again.

“Marcus? I-I’m sorry to call you like this. I don’t-- I wasn’t sure if you wanted to hear from me, but I-- the marathon is tomorrow and I’m just… nervous, I guess. My runs have been shit lately and I just-- I wanted to hear your voice, I guess. It’s silly, I’m still-- I’m still mad at you, for what you said, but all I really want is to hear your voice. It was better, you know, with you... I-I was better with you. I’m sorry for the way we left things. I d-didn’t want it to end like that. I-fuck, I… I didn’t want it to end at all, Marcus. I love you. I… I love you. I-I l-love you, so much. I-if you get this and you--you want to talk, if you still w-want me, I-- I’ll come with you, Marcus. I’ll go anywhere with you. I was s-scared to give up my life here and follow you but I w-want you to know, I’m-- I want to be with you, whatever it--”

The message cut off suddenly, out of time. Marcus was still staring at the screen, his hand pressed hard over his mouth, silent tears spilling out of his eyes and down his cheeks. You loved him. Oh, God, what had he done? You loved him, your marathon was tomorrow, and he wasn’t going to be there with you. He checked the time. It was almost midnight, far too late to call you on the eve of your big race. He missed his chance, he missed his chance to--unless… An idea started to form in his mind.

A knock sounded at his door and he startled, looking up. Carson. “Marcus! Hey man, you coming? Wait, what’s--”

Marcus jumped up. “No, not coming. I-fuck, I need to get to the airport, I--”

Carson raised both his palms and his eyebrows. “The fuck are you--”

Marcus was already grabbing his messenger bag. “Carson, I’ll give you--” he looked through his wallet, “seventy-three dollars if you give me a ride to the airport right now.”

“Marcus! What the fuck for?” Carson followed him as he shut his office door and locked it.

Marcus looked at him, eyes shining, a genuine--if watery--smile on his face.

“For love.”

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[sirenreading]

The Proposal

(Day 23- Proposal) of december challenge

pairing : Marcus Pike x afab!reader

word count: 600+

warnings : pregnant!reader, fluff and lovely marcus

Part 1

“Babe, where are we going? it’s freezing out here!” you tightened the hold of Marcus’ leather jacket around your arms, barely fitting over your 6-month pregnant tummy, the jacket barely helped from the cold but you didn’t complain loving hovering his smell wrapped around you.

“Just a few more steps.” Your boyfriend held you as you walked with a blindfold covering your face, you could feel the snow under your feet as you walked up an unknown ramp.

“alright and here we are.” He laughed.

“You ready?”

“Marcus, what is this? Can I take this blindfold off please?”

“Okay! now.”

You pulled off the blindfold and peeled your eyes over to the glowing sign saying “Happy 2 year Anniversary” You ran over to Marcus, pulling him into a kiss.

“Not yet, baby. First, we gotta eat.”

he escorted you into a building and seated you at a window that still gave you a view of the glowing sign.

“Your dinner sir.” The waiter placed two plates with house salad and soup on the side.

“Marcus this is so perfect, Thank you for being the perfect man for me for the past years, especially the past few months.”

“I could say the same to you, After leaving my last relationship I was in a bad place till I met you. You've turned me into a better man in the past year, I truly believe that.”

You could feel tears piling in your eyes as he spoke.” I love you so much.”

“I wasn’t done baby-“ He got out of his seat getting on one knee on the side of the booth, You brought your hands up to your mouth in a gasp.

“Will you marry me?”

“Of course I’ll marry you-“

Marcus couldn’t hold in his sob anymore, letting tears fall as he slipped the ring into your finger.

You could tell he was a shaking mess before tonight, he’s spent months planning how and when to ask you to marry him. He didn’t want to make the same mistake with his ex and ask after a few weeks but he loved you and wanted to start the rest of his life with you.

“Marcus you don’t have to be scared, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I would hope not with my daughter in your belly, He placed his palm on your stomach feeling a kick.”

“She’s been very active today, I think it’s because she knows your voice.”

Marcus smiled, getting on his knees to be eye level with your stomach. “well little one, daddy is going to make your mother his wife, and hopefully, we can have the wedding before you arrive.”

“I don’t think so Pike, I will not be pregnant and about to pop in my wedding photos.”

After a few more moments of Marcus rubbing circles into your stomach and talking to your daughter, the waiter finally brought back your main corse for the evening.

You and Marcus waved a thank you and you immediately dug into the creamy pasta, being this far along made you feel as if the baby was stealing all the food, you were always starving.

Marcus watched as you stuffed your mouth with a slice of sourdough bread, You looked up meeting his chocolate-colored eyes, seeing them soften on you.

“What-” you say with your mouth now biting down on a piece of bread.

“I love you, future Mrs.Pike.”

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[imtryingmybeskar]

Day Seven of Steph's Christmas Challenge.

A little Duality ficlet but you don't have to have read it to read this. *SPOILER* This was part of my original idea for the epilogue - a little glimpse of part of their honeymoon - but it fit so well into the Christmas Challenge I couldn't resist. Set just under a year after the last chapter of Duality. If you ever get a chance to go to Bruges, do. It's incredibly beautiful.

Marcus Pike x F! Reader. 18+ only, smutty touching and a little boob play. Word count: 1011.

(Idk why but this look always gave me Marcus vibes)

Christmas Market

As you broke through sleep into wakefulness, there was a moment of brief panic as you didn't recognise the bed or the room you were in. But then you remembered, and a sleepy smile graced your lips as you rolled over to cuddle in to the man you had married just a couple of months prior, your hand groping across the expanse of mattress to find him. Except he wasn't there. A tiny sigh escaped as you sat up, your eyes still half closed in your semi awake state. You scanned the room until you landed on the enormous balcony window that was next to his side of the bed. He was standing in front of it with the curtains drawn back, and even in the gloom of the room and with his back to you, you could appreciate how beautiful he was - those big, strong thighs and his broad back. You shuffled out of the bed and padded across to him, slipping your arms around his waist and kissing over his shoulder blades.

"Hey baby," he murmured, his voice deep and thick with his own recent slumber. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"Nuh-uh," you hummed against him, revelling in the musky, sweet, sleep smell that still clung to his skin. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I guess the time difference must be messing with me, huh?" You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Oh yeah, that hour between London and Bruges. Its a killer." You nuzzled your nose against his back, wanting to get closer even though you were already pressed as far up against him as you could be.

"I just like looking at the view here," he said quietly. "Its so stunning. Come. Look." He pulled gently at your hands to break them apart and then slid behind you in one fluid and graceful motion. You had already both much admired the view when you had first checked in and come up to the room the afternoon before, but it was so much more magical at night. The jutting spire of the cathedral ahead of you was lit with a gorgeous yellow glow, the shadows cast by the gargoyles and grotesques that adorned it making it even more starkly beautiful than during the day. Christmas lights were scattered here and there below, beacons of warmth in the winter chill that occasionally reflected off of the canal in pools of colour that rippled in the wind. The moon was also casting a scattered facsimile across the water, and high in the sky the rainbow frost halo surrounding her spoke of how cold it was outside. But not in here. Here, you felt extra cosy surrounded by the warmth and strength of Marcus's arms.

He kissed your head and then nosed softly at your ear before speaking again. "Do you know why I wanted to come to Bruges as part of our honeymoon?" He nibbled over your lobe, making you shiver at the pleasant feeling of his warm breath and his moustache and beard against you.

"Th-the beer?" you guessed.

You felt his smile against your skin. "Okay, yes," he admitted. "And the chocolate. But mostly it was the idea of visiting the Christmas market here. You know how much I love Christmas. The lights, the food..." He paused before running his hands up and over your breasts, over the silk of the beautiful purple chemise he had given you as an early Christmas present. "...the gifts," he continued in a low voice, pushing himself against you as he began to stiffen in his boxers. You hummed low at the feeling of him against you, arching your back so you ground backward into him while pushing your breasts more firmly against his hands. "But I love Christmas markets, especially. There's just something about all those people gathering together because they all love Christmas too. An anticipation, an excitement in the air that is just so Christmassy and you don't quite get anywhere else. It's so...pure." You let out a moan that was decidedly not pure as Marcus softly rubbed your hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He continued as though he hadn't heard you, though you had definitely felt his cock jump at your back at the sound. "And then of course, there's the entertainment - the carousel, the ice rink, the carol singers. And the beautiful lights, the decorations, the trees. It all just comes together to make it a beautiful experience." You were barely concentrating on Marcus's words anymore, only on the low cadence of his voice, laced with arousal despite his innocent words. "Can we go tomorrow?" he asked, exaggeratedly mouthing the words against the skin of your neck, flicking out his tongue to taste you.

"Yes, Marcus," you whimpered, though whether it was in answer to his question or to encourage him to continue what he was doing, you yourself weren't entirely sure.

"I promise I'll buy you something sweet," he hummed. "And we can drink some mulled cider while we wander and take it all in." By now, you were pressing your thighs together in a desperate quest for some friction between them. The lips of your pussy were wet and sliding over each other as you squirmed, and your arousal began to leak to your upper thighs under the attention of Marcus's hands and mouth. He spoke even lower and more softly now, positively purring into your ear. "I have to say though, I've enjoyed this view even more than what's out there." His fingers ran over the lace edging at your breasts and gently pulled at the fabric, exposing you fully before his hands swiftly covered you over again, alternately massaging your flesh and skating his palms over your nipples.

"Marcus," you sighed again.

"Let me take care of you, baby," he murmured. "Let me take care of my beautiful wife."

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And he did, in a gorgeous, dazzling haze of endless, heated pleasure and tender, caressing love. Just like he always had. Just like he promised he always would.

Day Eight

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[ladydorian05]

A Christmas with you~

Oh god...where do I begin, okay as of today Dec/24/2020, the movie We can be heroes isn’t out yet, so everything is just from my imagination, interactions, personalities and everything else that may sound slightly canon, it’s most certainly NOT canon. I hate using ‘Y/n’ on reader inserts but this time I had to. Thank you @din-damn-djarin​ for being my beta for this fic, I really, really appreciate it. Go check out her fics, I adore her Neigbor Marcus Pike series, it’s SO good. 

This is a monster of a fic, where did so many words come from?

Hope you guys like it.

Thoughts are in italics 

A Christmas with you~

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x f!reader

Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend for years, what you don’t know is that he’s also in love with you. Could a little push from one cunning young girl help you both get together during the most wonderful time of the year? (sorry, still suck at summaries)

Warnings: Reader’s superhero name is “Striker”, why? Because my brain thought it sounded cool, I jump from POV to POV, one plotting child, best friends to lovers, a pair of pinning idiots and implicit spiciness.

Words: 7K something

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It was no secret to any of the members of the Heroics that you had no family to spend the holidays with.

In a way they were all your family, you were all a close-knitted team, but sometimes, it just wasn’t the same.

Then, there was Marcus and his daughter. He had been there from the moment you joined the team he became a very close friend, your best friend. Most of the time you got partnered with him, especially when it came to reconnaissance missions, you worked well together, you trusted each other and always had each other’s back.

Eventually, you began to feel differently towards him. You were no fool, you knew what you felt for him was definitely more than simple fondness, attachment or admiration. Your heart rate increased when he was close, his smile makes you smile, you would do anything for him, anything to keep him and his loved ones from harm’s way.

He’s always been so charming and handsome and a total gentleman. There had been times where you had wanted to take the first step, confess your feelings to him and see where that would take you, but you couldn’t; at first because he had been a married man about to become a father when you met him and then when his wife stopped being a part of the picture, well you just wanted to be there for him as a friend, he had enough on his plate raising Missy on his own, he didn’t need you to dump all of your feelings on him.

He was doing amazing on his own, but you wanted him. No, you wanted both of them, Marcus and Missy, to know that you would be there for them whenever they needed you. Besides, you were just friends, he’ll never see you as anything more.

“That will be all for today, everyone’s dismissed. I wish you all a happy Christmas eve and remember to keep your locators close, we all know how crime rates increase during this season. I'll see you again here until the 26th” Ms. Granada said, taking you out of your thoughts and officially ending the debrief meeting.

Every year, during the holidays, most of the team got a leave from duty, beginning early on Christmas eve, until the 26th; that was if no major crisis happened that required the whole team, otherwise only a handful of volunteers were left on patrol duty during those days.

Seeing as you’ve never celebrated the festivity, you always volunteered to be a part of the patrolling team. Not that your teammates had never invited you to spend Christmas with them and their families, they had done it on multiple occasions, not wanting you to be alone, time and time again you had reassured them that it was alright you didn't mind spending the night patrolling.

In truth, you always declined because you didn’t want to intrude, the celebration was all about family and spending time with loved ones, you knew your friends had good intentions but you just didn’t want to feel like you didn’t belong there, like you were invited to tag along out of pity.

Eventually, the invitations stopped coming your way, and while it hurt a bit that they gave up on you, you were also relieved for not being put on the spot again and again having to decline their generous offers.

But this year, unbeknownst to you, a scheme was beginning to brew inside the head of one young girl, to make you change your plans for the night.

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Missy wasn’t blind, she knew there was something between her father and Striker, even before she learned that her father was a superhero.

When she was younger, she had shipped his dad’s alter ego and Striker. They always looked so in-sync on the tv, like the perfect duo, but now that she gets to watch them both in real life? She had no doubts, they liked each other.

And it wasn’t just when they were in costume, Striker had always been around ever since she could remember, all of her birthday parties, her school festivals, even helping her dad every time some mom came up with the idea to have bake sales at school over and over again; what’s wrong with that woman?

She had noticed all the constant glances, the here and there ‘accidental’ brush of hands, even the full-on staring; just like right now, during the debrief, her father’s eyes kept straying from Ms. Granada to Striker and every single time he turned his attention back to the meeting before he could notice how Striker had been doing the same thing. Oh yeah, they were both pining for each other.

The problem was that they were SO stubborn, she’s been trying to bring it up to her dad, but he would immediately change the topic of the conversation with some question about school or any upcoming mission, it was frustrating!

She wanted him to be happy, she wanted both of them to be happy, and being superheroes was dangerous business, she wasn’t about to wait until something happened to either of them, as dramatic as that would be, for things to move forward. Like always, it was up to her to give them a push.

“You know, if you keep staring at her like that she’ll burst into flames.” One good thing that came with the pair of pinning adults was that the whole thing made them so easy to tease, and she loved to tease her father.

“I think you're mistaken, that would be something Lavagirl could probably do, not me sweetheart.” With a chuckle, Marcus puts a hand on her head to ruffle her hair. “Ready to go?” Changing the topic, again. This time she wasn’t about to let it go.

“Not yet. Actually, there’s something you haven’t done.” Missy crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Oh, really?” Marcus smiled as he mimicked his daughter’s stance. “And what is that thing I haven’t done?” he said with amusement.

Missy smirked. “You haven’t asked Y/n if she wants to come home and celebrate with us. “The smile on Marcus' face disappeared, a stunned expression replacing it.

“What!?”

“Yeah, you should invite her, we can all have dinner together and maybe she can stay and open presents with us.”

“Uh…Missy, sweetheart I don’t think that’s a good-“

“Oh, come on, dad! It’ll be great! It’s not as if we’re doing something REALLY special tonight. Please?”

“Sweetheart, she’ll probably say no, you know she never comes to Christmas parties.” His hands moved from his chest to rest on his waist as he spoke.

“Which is why you should invite her over. We’re not throwing a party; it’ll be just the three of us. And even if she says no, you won't lose anything just by asking.”

He wouldn’t know what to do if she rejected him. How cliché of him to fall in love with his best friend.

He had slowly fallen for you, so much so that by the time he realized what was going on, he was already a goner.

He had always known how beautiful you were, your smile, the way it illuminated your whole face; your eyes, your nose, your lips. He noticed how you were always helping people, inside and outside your Heroic persona, he also noticed how you tried to dismiss your own worries, not wanting to ‘burden’ others with them.

If only you would let him do for you the same things you do for him. He would love nothing more than to share whatever problems weighted down on you. He also knew you never accepted invitations to any Christmas celebration, at first, he had thought maybe you were being shy, being the new member of the team and all that, but year after year you always declined every single invitation from your teammates, he had always hated the thought of you spending the holidays on your own, patrolling the city.

He had never tried to invite you himself, back when his wife was around, they had always traveled to her parent’s house so it was useless to ask you to tag along, and then, after she left, it had been difficult to even try to celebrate.

If he asked you to come to Christmas and you said no, if you rejected him…well what hope could he have that maybe, just maybe he could find the courage to confess his feelings. But the probability of them being unrequired scared him so much. Should he risk it all?

Missy didn’t need to be a telepath to know what her dad was thinking, he was thinking too much and that normally resulted in him chickening out, well this time she wouldn’t let him.

“Or do you actually like the idea of her spending Christmas patrolling the city in a cold night most likely on her own?” This time she copied her father’s stance, silently challenging him to a staring contest, she had this in the bag, her dad had never won a staring contest in his life.

“You can be so stubborn when you want to, little lady.” Marcus said after a few seconds, breaking eye contact.

“Who do you think I got it from?” She said with a self-satisfied smile on her face.

“Come here.” Marcus pulled her in a hug. “I love you; you know that?” he said, leaving a kiss on top of her hair.

“I know, I love you too. Now stop stalling and go ask her.”

“Okay, okay. Sheesh, you’re also bossy.” He squeezed her a little before letting go and walking towards y/n.

“It’s called leadership!” He shook his head laughing, well, at least he was doing something right, god knows raising Missy almost on his own hadn’t been easy.

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You had been waiting to see which teammates would be staying with you this year to agree upon a schedule, when you noticed Marcus approaching you, he stood in front of you with a wide smile making his adorable dimple appear.

“Hi there.” He greeted while rubbing his hands together, one of his nervous ticks.

“Hi there yourself, everything okay?” It was weird, you could see how tense he was and he kept shifting from foot to foot.

His eyes widened and his head kept moving as he nodded. “Yeah, yes, everything’s alright.”

“Okay.” Now this was a Marcus you didn’t get to see often. Normally he was so self-assured, he always carried himself with confidence, even in the face of danger. “Are you excited to go home and spend a whole day with Missy?”

“Of course, it’s been some time since we’ve had the chance to spend a whole day together.”

“I’m glad you got the chance, she’s been working so hard, you both have, you deserve some time off.”

And so do you. He thought.

“You know, you’re right, you should also take a break.” He frowned. Marcus could see the bags under your eyes. You had also been working harder, pulling more time than the others. You did this every year during this season and it always pained him, while everyone else went home to their families you didn’t even hang your suit and equipment for a night and a day off, no, you made sure to keep everyone safe.

“I don’t know, not many of us volunteer for patrol as it is, and I don’t have any plans for the night or tomorrow so, why not?” You looked down at your feet. It was the truth, why bother taking a break, only to go to a cold empty apartment? You could find a better use of your time like this.

Marcus, swallowed, steeling what little resolve he had, it was now or never.

“You know, we- Missy and I that is. We were wondering if…maybe, if you don’t have any other plans; and of course you can say no, but it’ll be great if you said yes, and it’s nothing formal-” You watched him with amusement as he kept rambling, “It would be just the three of us and well, pizza and movies and junk food, staying up until midnight and opening some presents. Don’t worry, you don’t have to actually bring anything, it’ll be fine with jus-“

Shit, why was he talking so much, and why wouldn’t his hands stop moving!? Something like this hadn’t happened to him in a freaking long while, since he first invited a girl he liked on a date, like twenty or so years ago!

Leave it to you to have this kind of effect on him, only you could reduce him to a babbling idiot, if this kept going on, he wouldn’t be able to actually ask you the question.

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Oh my god! What is he doing!? Missy stared at her dad as he kept talking and moving his hands around while you just looked at him with mirth and confusion.

She had to do everything in this family, didn’t she?

“Would you like to join us tonight and maybe even tomorrow?” Missy interrupted her dad before he could keep on talking.

 Marcus hadn't been so grateful to his little girl than in that moment. “Umm, yeah, would you like to join us?” Marcus looked at you with a smile and hopeful eyes.

“Oh…OH!” You were speechless, you weren’t expecting an invitation this year, least of all an invitation from him. While it wasn’t weird for him to invite you to special occasions, he’s never once tried to invite you to spend Christmas with him. You always thought this time of year was special for him and that he preferred to spend it alone with Missy. “I-I…”

“Please say yes! It’d be fun, we just sit in front of the tv and watch movies while eating junk food!” Missy jumped in hugging you. She wasn’t scared to use her resources, every single one of them, if that meant that y/n agreed to the invite; she’d even use the puppy eyes if she had to, she had to exploit that one before it stopped working.

“I don’t know, we can’t leave the city defenseless…” Puppy eyes it was.

“Pretty please! I’m sure it’ll be fine, you always stay on duty, they can manage one year without you!”

Oh no, not the puppy eyes! You stared at Missy’s brown eyes, they looked so much like her father’s. You shifted your gaze from Missy to look at Marcus only to find him doing almost the same expression. God damn it! Not him too, he’s too old for that face to work, why is it working!?

What the hell, it’s not like you didn’t want to.

“Okay, I’ll join you guys”

“Yes! You’re the best, see ya later!!!” Missy gave your middle a squeeze before running out of the room, leaving you and Marcus staring after her.

“You mister are way too old to be pulling the puppy-eyed look, you should be ashamed.” You turned to see his smug face.

“I’ll keep using it for as long as it keeps working.”

“What a disgrace.”

“So umm, does six work for you?”

“Yeah, I’m just going to let the others know I won’t be a volunteer this year. See you then.” With a smile you gave Marcus a quick hug before approaching one of the members of the Heroics that, much like you, always volunteered and was the one in charge of making the schedule for patrol rounds.

“Yeah, see you.” Marcus said shaking his head, long after you had left his side. He needed to get a grip of himself, if not, he would have a long night waiting for him.

~~~~~~~~~~

Even if Marcus said not to bring anything, you hated arriving at a friend’s house empty handed, even if it was Marcus, especially if it was Marcus; so you made sure to grab a couple of things on the way to your apartment. Some bags of everyone’s favorite chip flavor and enough ingredients to make some cinnamon rolls.

You took a quick shower once the glaze was done and the cinnamon rolls were in the oven. With one towel around your body and another one around your hair; you stood in front of your dresser debating on what to wear.

It’s not like this was a date; as if. So why worry so much?  Still, you kept on throwing clothes on your bed, you told yourself enough by the time you were seriously contemplating putting on a dress.

You put away the mess you made, leaving out a nice button up shirt and a pair of comfortable dress pants, the ones that had actual pockets, you finished your look with some comfortable boots, you were probably going to end up taking them off at some point so you also put on some cute Christmas themed fuzzy socks.

Satisfied with your choice, you decided to put on a baggy T-shirt to take the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and to prevent the glaze from dirtying your clothes when you poured it on the buns once they were cool enough.

You were fifteen minutes late by the time you got dressed, packed everything up, and grabbed the presents for Marcus and Missy that you had wrapped up a week ago. You send Marcus a message saying that you were on your way.

~~~~~~~~~~

Marcus went into full panic mode when they got home an hour and a half away from the time he told you to arrive, they lost too much time lining up to pay at the supermarket, he insisted on going once he remembered he was out of your favorite candy, he also got a bag of chocolates and some sodas.

For a moment he contemplated getting some beers, but soon dismissed the idea, he wasn’t that much of a drinker and he didn’t like to drink in front of his daughter. Besides this wasn’t a date, of any kind, just his daughter and best friend; who he had been in love with for a long time now, spending some quality time together.

Shit, he forgot about the pizza!

“Missy, go take a shower and change into something more comfortable but nice and then come give me a hand, we need to set everything up in the living room” He said as he dialed the number from the pizza place the three of you loved.

Missy took the grocery bags to the kitchen before doing what her father asked her to do, but in reverse, that way there was a chance that you would arrive while she was still getting ready leaving the two of you alone for a few minutes.

She opened the chocolate and candy bags dumping the contents into two different small bowls, she listened as her father finished ordering the pizza on her way to the living room where they had a slightly bigger tv than the one in front of the breakfast table, she left the bowls on the coffee table in the middle.

“Missy, I thought I asked you to do something else before setting everything up.”

“I know, but we’ll finish faster this way, you need to take a shower too. Can you get the glasses from the cupboard?”

He sighed but went to the kitchen to get the aforementioned glasses.

“Hey, did you order the potato wedges?” Missy asked, taking one of the soda bottles and putting it inside the fridge.

“Yup.” Marcus answered, passing her the second bottle. “Give me a hand with the plates please.” He bumped her with his hip as he passed her.

They inspected their work for a moment before going to their respective rooms to get ready, Missy decided to take her time choosing her clothes, she even contemplated whether it’d be too much to take a bath instead of a shower.

 ~~~~~~~~~~

Never before, in his whole life, had he gotten ready for ANYTHING as fast as today. He almost pulled out a suit from his closet before doing a double-take and grabbing a nice shirt, some black denim pants, and his favorite sneakers.

He decided to forgo any kind of hair product and only dabbled a little bit of cologne on his wrist and neck. On his way to the living room, he stopped by Missy’s room to knock on her door.

“Are you ready darling?”

“Not yet!” Was her muffled response.

“Okay, I’ll be in the living room, take your time but remember we’ll have a special guest over.” A special guest? Come on Marcus, she’s been here multiple times before, she’s like part of the family, maybe not in the way he wished her to be but still.

~

“Okay, dad!” A special guest!? Really!? He was hopeless, did he even notice how obvious he was? Why hadn’t he done something about it yet? Y/n could easily slip through his fingers by the time he decided to actually make a move. She needed to up her game.

 Marcus kept staring at the clock as it read five minutes past six, leg bouncing. Maybe his clock was wrong, maybe he didn’t put the right hour, maybe it was forward by a few minutes.

God, he was a mess, he needed to calm down, it was just Y/n, his best friend; she’s hung out with them before, on multiple occasions, except…well she wasn’t JUST Y/n, she never was and never would be.

She was everything, she became everything to him in such a short time that sometimes it scared him. If he had to be truly honest with himself, he needed to admit that he began to fall for her the moment they met, he fought against it for years, he was married with a baby on the way for god’s sake.

He had loved his wife and he would’ve never cheated on her, but he also couldn’t deny the connection he felt with you from day one, he had never felt something even remotely close to it with anyone else.

If things had been different, he would have told you about his feeling’s way sooner, he had been selfish, he knew he couldn’t afford to lose you, he lost his wife, Missy lost her mother, he couldn’t lose you too if you didn’t feel the same, that would’ve destroyed him when Missy needed him more than ever.

So, instead he kept it silent, holding on to the hope that maybe, someday, he’d be able to act upon his feelings for you.

He was startled by his phone chiming in his pocket, the first thing he noticed was the hour, quarter past six; and the second, your message. ‘I’m on my way.’

He sighed, you would be there soon, could he maybe try to hint at something tonight? Well, if he didn’t, maybe he could bring ‘that’ out.

~~~~~

Fifteen more minutes later you were finally ringing Marcus’ house doorbell, not for the first time, you were happy with the proximity of your apartment complex to his house.

“Hey! Why didn’t you use your key?” Marcus' smiling face greeted you. “Oh, I see why.” You were holding a container in one hand, balancing two gift boxes on top and the cloth bag with the chips in the other.

“I kind of couldn’t even if I wanted to.” You laughed.

“I told you, you didn’t have to bring anything but yourself; here, let me help you.” He took the container with the cinnamon rolls from your hands. “Come on in.”

“As if you didn’t know me Marcus, I never come here with empty hands.” You followed Marcus to the kitchen after closing the door behind you.

“This thing is warm, what’s inside?” he had left the bag and the container on the counter, he also put the boxes aside.

“Well, you have two options, you can try to guess or you can open it.” You said with a smile, taking the bags of chips out to fold the bag they were in.

“I know it’s warm, is it something sweet?” so guessing it was, you loved to play this kind of game with him every time you brought baked goods.

“Yes.”

“Can I smell it? Am I allowed to do that?” he asked, eyebrows raised and a big smile on his face.

You faked a thoughtful look before nodding. Marcus lifted the container close to his face and took a deep breath.

“Cinnamon?” His eyes opened wide in delight. “No way, don’t tell me! Are these, you brought cinnamon rolls!? Holy sheesh!”

You laughed at him, you knew he loved cinnamon rolls so you made them as often as you could, you even gave him the recipe but he claimed that they just didn’t taste the same when he made them himself. You thought he was just too impatient to make them and preferred to just eat them.

He opened the container to keep the bread from getting soggy because of the condensation inside it.

“My god! They look delicious, I swear could kiss you right now!” What!?

 FUUUUCK!!! YOU IDIOT! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!!!! he froze up, there was a moment of silence between the two of you before it was thankfully interrupted by the doorbell.

“The pizza is here! Just in time.” He said with maybe too much enthusiasm. The delivery guy deserved a big tip, he just unknowingly saved his ass.

 Did you hear correctly? Did he say kiss? That’s what he said, right?

No, well yes, he did say it, but he probably didn’t mean it like, well...THAT. It was just an expression, he was overjoyed you brought him food and you were just thinking too much into things. Yeah, that was it, you were thinking too much.

“I heard the pizza arrived! Don’t start without me!” You shook your head, clearing your thoughts as Missy appeared around the corner. “Hi y/n!”

“Hi Missy.” You opened your arms towards her for a hug that she walked right into.

“You got chips, nice. Wait do I smell cinnamon rolls!?” Like father, like daughter.

“Ah-ah-ah! Don’t touch those, little lady. Those are for later.” Marcus said stepping into the kitchen. “Now, come on, I left the pizza on the coffee table.”

“But dad, they’re WARM.” Missy argued, stressing out the last word.

“Don’t you think it also hurts me to leave them there? We can reheat them later in the oven.” Marcus said with his hands on his hips. Missy looked like she wanted to say something more, so you decided to cut in.

“Mis, why don’t you take the gifts I brought and put them under the tree? We’ll be there in a minute.” You said handing her the boxes.

“Okay, but I get to pick the first movie!” Both of you watched as she walked out.

“I swear this girl.” Marcus huffed running a hand through his hair.

“Don’t you dare finish that thought Moreno, you’re just as bad as her when it comes to your precious buns.” You said shaking your head.

You hear him gasp as you walk to the fridge, knowing he probably stashed the drinks there. “You wound me!”

“Uh huh, let’s go before she decides to start eating without us.” You grabbed one of the cold bottles of soda inside the fridge and made your way towards the living room. “Don’t forget to bring the chips.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Together you made your way to the living room.

~~~~~~~~~~

Missy decided to sit on the carpeted floor right in front of the coffee table, that way her dear pining love birds would be forced to share the loveseat.

“What took you so long? I hope the big box is for me, also I already picked a movie.”

“Don’t be impatient, you’ll find out soon.” You said as you ruffled her hair a little, leaving the bottle of soda on the table close to the glasses.

“Oh no. Sweetheart, we forgot to move the couch.”

“It’s okay dad, you two can have the loveseat, besides this way I’ll be closer to the snacks.” Don’t be suspicious Missy, you don’t want to ruin this perfect chance. Phase one, getting them to sit together: complete, phase two is on hold.

“You sure you don’t mind darling?”

“Nope, can I start the movie?”

~~

Oh god, they were going to be really close to one another.

Calm down, Moreno. You’re fine, this is fine. It’s your best friend. He reminded himself for the millionth time that day.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him, maybe it was because this was your first Christmas with them and all the domestic stuff was getting to him.

He turned to look at you “After you.” He said gesturing towards the loveseat with his hands.

“Thank you. What are we watching Missy?”

“First Home alone, The Santa Clause, Arthur Christmas; you know, the classics with a touch of new stuff.”

“Let’s begin then.” Everyone sat in their respective places with a plate and a slice of pizza.

As the evening progressed, he found himself using the ‘stretching move’ to put his arm around you, when he noticed you weren’t bothered by it, he willed his body to relax and enjoy the company of his favorite people in the world.

 As the movies kept playing on the screen and the snacks disappeared little by little. You felt yourself get more comfortable.

For a moment you let your imagination run wild; for a moment you let yourself believe this was a normal occurrence, family movie nights, cuddling with Marcus on the loveseat, going to sleep beside him afterward, waking up beside him, help him raise Missy…

You needed to stop this, as wonderful as everything sounded inside your head you knew none of that would become a reality.

“Okay, it’s getting late,” You got startled by Marcus nudging you softly with his shoulder before pausing the movie, you hadn’t even realized you leaned into him “don’t think that I’ll forget about your bedtime just because Y/n is here.”

“But dad!”

“No, come on, let’s open some presents and then I want you to go get ready for bed. I can see your head nodding from here, you’re tired, go on choose one.”

Phase two: Leave the love birds alone, has officially begun. Missy thought, wishing for her dad to finally take the opportunity to climb that last step. Phase three of her plan, officially having you as a mom, depended on it.

“Okay,” Missy said pretending to be disappointed “Y/n, which one is mine? The big one?”

“Sorry Mis, It’s actually the small one.”

“Oh.”

“’Oh’? What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t you have faith in me?”

“I do, but what cool stuff could possibly be wrapped in such a small box?”

“You’ll see once you open it, sweetheart.” Marcus left the remote control on the table and returned to his previous position on the loveseat, arm around you and all.

Both of you watched as Missy broke the wrapping paper and opened the wooden box taking out what looked like a smart watch from inside it.

“Oh! It’s one of those cool watches!” Missy exclaimed with surprise.

“Yes and no.” you said, leaning in towards her.

“what do you mean?”

“This one’s special, see I got Tech-no to make it especially for you. It does work like any other smart watch, but you’ll be able to use this one even if you don’t have a Wifi connection or aren’t close to any phone tower.”

“What!? How!?”

“It’s linked into one of the Heroics main recon satellites, it has a GPS function that’ll show you the map and your location no matter where you are, it also has the emergency button. It’ll alert your dad, me, or the Heroics mission control station. It has many more functions, I think, but that’s all I remember. Tech-no included a manual, you’ll get it once you turn it on. Oh yeah! Almost forgot, aside from being able to use conventional charging cables, I don’t know how but he also included solar panels.”

“OMG! I can’t believe it!! It’s the best gift ever!! Thank you!!!” Missy jumped from her place on the floor to tackle you in a hug.

“You’re welcome, I thought it could come in handy now that you’re in the saving the world business with us.” You said with a laugh.

“Hey, Missy, you still want the big box? We can exchange.” Marcus said with raised eyebrows.

“No way! This is mine, I’m gonna go charge it. Thankyousomuch, goodnight, bye.” With that Missy took off running towards her room.

“Hey, don’t forget to brush your teeth!” He reminded her.

“I won’t!”

You both heard the door to her room slam close.

“Wow Y/n, you didn’t have to.”

“It’s no big deal Marcus, you know how much I love her, and I worry. She’s too much like you.” You said staring at him.

“Wha-what’s that supposed to mean?” He said feigning offense.

“I mean it in a good way! She’s kind and selfless, headstrong, brave, and so intelligent. What we do is dangerous, and now that she's exposed to it, well, knowing her she won’t stay behind anymore. All we can do is give her the tools to keep herself and her team as safe as possible.”

Could you be any more perfect? He knew you loved his daughter, it’s always been clear to him, but could she love him just as much?

“You know now I have to try and top that gift next year, right? There’s no way anything I got her this one is going to top yours.” He said with the most serious face he could muster.

“That was the point.” You answered with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Mala.” he said, squinting his eyes at you.

“You think I’m bad!?” you gasped, “I’ll show you bad mister.” You stand up from your seat, you walk in your Christmas themed socks; boots long forgotten in favor of comfort; towards the tree to take the gift you brought for him. “No present for you, I’m going to keep it.” You said smugly .

“Now that’s not fair.”

“Oh, I think it is.”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“What? What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said I’m sorry, oh benevolent woman! Goddess of the amazing Christmas presents! I kneel before you.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You laughed at him.

“The things I have to do for a present.”

“You didn’t really kneel.”

“You serious?” he asked flabbergasted.

“No. Now open your gift before I change my mind.”

Marcus eagerly tore the paper apart, revealing a thinner wooden box than the one Missy received. Inside, Marcus found an old throwing knife.

You stared at him, holding your breath as he opened the gift, it wasn’t some cutting edge piece of tech, but you knew how much that knife meant to him.

He was speechless, he instantly recognized it the moment his eyes laid on the engravings of the blade, this had been one of his father’s throwing knives. While not exactly a superhero, his father had served in the army as part of a special secret division. He had preferred knives instead of guns. And he taught Marcus everything he knew about them, that was the reason he had chosen to fight with swords, in memory of his father.

But how, how could you have gotten hold of one of his knives, they had been lost during his last mission.

“I-I, how-” He swallowed hard “How did you find it?”

“Well, I remembered what you told me, about your dad, what he did and a-about your dad’s last mission and well, remember last time I took some days off a few months ago? I did some research and found the town he had gone to. I asked around and I found this old lady, she treated your father’s wounds at some point during his mission and he tried to pay her by giving her one of his knives, she never sold it. I told her about you and well, she insisted on returning the blade to you.” You finished your tale a little bit breathless, he became really quiet when he opened the box.

He couldn’t believe you remembered that, it’s been so long since he told you about his father.

Had it been a mistake to search for the blade? Did you overstep? Maybe you should have told him before going on that trip.

“Marcus, I’m sorr-” One moment you were trying to apologize to him and the next you were being enveloped in a pair of strong arms.

“Thank you.” He said breathless, leaving a kiss on top of your head. “This means so much to me.” You just smiled and hugged him back.

You stayed like that, relishing in the feeling of his arms around you, holding you tight to his chest.

This woman, this wonderful, amazing, beautiful woman… fuck it, he knew what he had to do.

You felt a pang of sadness and longing as Marcus’ arms began to retreat from around you.

“Wait here. I-I need to go get something.” You watched as he left the box with his gift on the table, stood from his seat and disappeared around a corner.

 Calm down, calm down, it was just a hug. You told yourself.

Marcus came back to sit beside you a minute or so later holding a small baby blue box with a white ribbon on top in his hands.

“I-I’ve been waiting for the right moment to give you this. It’s nothing like what you gave us but…I hope you like it.” He reached for your hands and left the box in your palms.

Upon a closer look, you noticed the box came from a jewelry store, an expensive one at that. You opened it carefully, not wanting to damage the little box. Inside the box, lying on a silky looking piece of fabric, you saw a beautiful heart shaped golden locket, there was a flowery design with some vines on the surface giving it some texture.

“Marcus!” You gasped. “You didn’t have to; this must’ve been really expensive.”

“Go ahead, open it.” You did as he said not lifting the heart from its silky bed. Inside, you found a small picture of Marcus, Missy and you.

You remembered that one was taken during Missy’s birthday last year, in the picture the three of you were laughing, your faces dirty with cake frosting from the small war that took place moments before his mother had taken the picture without them noticing.

“Marcus! This is beautiful, thank you so much!” You were about to hug him when he raised a hand to stop you.

“There’s more.” You were confused, he was acting a bit strange, you noticed he was tense as you looked from him and back to the necklace. “Turn it around.”

Once more you did what he said, closing the locket you took it in your palm noticing something engraved into it. On the back you found that it was indeed engraved. It read:

‘For the holder of my heart~’

It’s now or never. He held his breath as he watched you read the words. He began to worry when you didn’t show any kind of reaction.

“What?” you whispered, it can’t be, could this mean, did he, what?

“I-I was going to wait to give it to you, I had this elaborate plan, I wanted to ask you out, take you to a nice restaurant, then maybe we’d go to a park or something. I also thought of giving it to you on your birthday, but then we got kidnapped by aliens and I lost the courage, because what if I ruined everything? What if I ruined our friendship just because I fell in love and you didn’t feel the same? Then things would’ve become awkward and we’d stop hanging out and eventually we would’ve become strangers and I never want that to happen, I want you, I want you in my life, in our lives and I can’t imagi-”

“Marcus.” You interrupted him. “You love me?”

“More than anything.”

“How long?”

“Long time now.” You nodded slowly. Your brain still trying to process everything he just said, but mainly repeating ‘he loves me!’ over and over again.

“Can you... help me put it on?” you gesture to the necklace still in your hands.

He nodded, taking it in his hands as you turned around for him. He didn’t understand what was happening, you were still here, you asked him for his help to put his gift on, so that was something good, right?

“Done.” He said stunned as you turned around to face him with the biggest most beautiful smile he’s ever seen.

“You love me?” You asked again. Your voice, now full of emotion, a stark contrast from the flat one you used a moment ago.

“Yes.”

“You really, really love me?” now he was getting confused.

“Yes Y/n, I love you, you and only you.”

“Good. Because I love you too.” He barely had time to react before your lips were on his and just like that, time stopped, right there, in that moment, there was only you, the feeling of your lips on his, the pounding of his heart, the feeling of your hands, your fingers as they carded through his hair.  

He couldn’t get enough of you. He pulled you closer to him until you ended up straddling his lap, his hands on your hips, your lips moving in perfect sync with his as if it wasn’t the first time you kissed. His senses overwhelmed by you and how you made him feel.

Suddenly, you leaned back, ending the kiss with a smack; much too soon for his liking; leaving you both a panting mess.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of you saying that, of you feeling the same way.” You said breathless, giving him a small peck when you finished talking. 

“Oh, honey-is, is it okay if I call you that?”

“It’s more than ‘okay’ Marcus.” You said laughing.

“I’m glad, because I’ve been dying to call you all kinds of beautiful names. And me too, honey; I’ve imagined countless times telling you how I feel about you. I’m so sorry it took me this long to tell you.” He pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, in a kiss more intense than the first one making you moan. You felt his tongue lick your lips, silently asking for entrance, letting go of your inhibitions you let him explore the insides of your mouth, your own tongue tangling with his.

This time he ended the kiss, making you whine from the loss of contact.

“I want you, but tell me to stop, and I will.” He whispered in your ear, “Tell me if it’s too soon and I’ll stop.” he sucked on your earlobe before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, alternating between kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin there.

“Don’t you dare stop Marcus.” you gasped, “Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?” you asked as you ground your hips against his earning a groan in response.

He returned to your lips for one more hungry kiss before outright growling “Hold on tight, honey. Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.” His hands slid from your hips to your ass, supporting you as he stood from the cushions making you squeal in surprise. Your arms went around his neck as you tried not to fall backward.

“Marcus! Warn me next time.” You admonished him “What about Missy? What if she hears us?” You ask as he begins to walk towards the part of the house you knew led to the bedrooms.

“That’s why we’re going to my room, so we don’t have to worry, it’s soundproofed. Now like you said, we’ve waited long enough.” He squeezed your ass before latching his lips on your neck again.

~~~~~~~~~~~

He stirred awake, with the feeling of your hand drawing mindless patterns on his naked chest. With a smile, he remembered what happened last night when he finally confessed to you, and what happened after as well.

He let his eyes open, slowly, letting them adjust to the little morning light that managed to seep through the curtains. He turned his head to look at you, your head resting on the hand that wasn’t drawing shapes on his chest.

He smiled at you, lifting one of his hands to hold yours, lifting it from his chest to place a kiss on your knuckles.

“Hey. Merry Christmas.” You greeted him with a smile.

“Merry Christmas indeed. Did you sleep well, honey?” he asked, lowering your hand in his and resting it on his chest right over his heart.

“Better than ever.” You gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment before leaning in at the same time to share a sweet, slow kiss.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Who would save the world if we did?” You managed to ask between little pecks to his lips.

“I bet the others can do it just fine.”

“Okay, well, who would keep Missy out of trouble?”

“Yeah, I don’t think either of us can keep her from that.” he stared at you, before saying your name. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Marcus.”

You stayed in bed, in each other’s arms, until one of you remembered that neither of you turned off the tv last night, and he remembered the cinnamon rolls had been left on the counter in the kitchen.

Once dressed, Marcus in his pajamas and you in one of his shirts (that almost made the both of you stay in bed longer) and a pair of pants that he let you borrow to keep you comfortable, you set out to clean the living room.

When that was done, you set to work together inside the kitchen preparing breakfast for everyone, reheating the cinnamon rolls and making fresh coffee.

The two of you were soon joined by Missy, whose only reaction to the two of you being now together-together was a very happy, very exasperated ‘Finally!’.

He looked at his little family with a smile on his face as he sat down on the table. He could finally say that this Christmas he finally received what he’s always wished for, what he’s been yearning to have for years.

Your heart.

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[absurdthirst]

Kind of a very specific head canon. I’m in a sexless marriage and it’s really bumming me today. (It’s been 3 years. 😭)

I want to know how the Pedro boys would react to this information if you were a close friend, or maybe someone they hold a torch for.

Yes I’m seeking to fulfill my own Pedro fantasies. What of it. 😂

When They Find Out You Are In a Sexless Marriage: 

Javier: This one is difficult for him. Despite his reputation, Javi doesn’t poach and he respects marriage. His parents were together until the day his mother passed and he ran out on his own wedding because he knew he couldn’t give Lorraine what she wanted or needed. He wants you, but he’s just going to ignore it and continue to try to fuck away the feeling at the brothels.

Ezra: Oh little bird, you need to let Ezra take care of you. Our resident loquacious prospector will shower you with elegant phrases. He is nothing if not opportunistic and in his mind if your partner is not seeing to your needs like they should, he is more than willing to shoulder the responsibility. He will  have you in a cot in seconds if you give him a hint that you are amenable to the idea. 

Mando: A marriage bond is a very sacred thing in the Mandalorian culture. He already feels guilty enough for not being able to squash those feelings that he has developed. Has he kept an eye out for a bounty puck with their name on it? Maybe. But he won’t touch you while you are bound to another. 

Catfish: Fish has done plenty of things wrong in his life. But the only time that he’s slept with a married person was when they didn’t tell him after he took them home. And he was disgusted with himself for a long time, still feels guilty. He’s going to ask if you’ve been to counseling and urge you to follow your heart and do what’s best for you. You can love them and still not need to be with them. 

Tovar: This is a very difficult decision for Tovar. He is a man of questionable morals, but at the same time, he believes in marriage. However, it’s obvious that your partner does not hold the same standards he does. Do you want him to kill them? He can. He will also give you a tumble like you have never had before if you want. However, you will have to approach him, because he will not assume that you want to fuck him just because you are not getting fucked at home.

Max Phillips: This cocky motherfucker. THIS cocky motherfucker actually surprises you. He asks you if you want him to eat them. Not turn them, just eat them. Because he’s pretty fucking pissed about that. Human lives are too short to be living without sex. Don’t they know that??? Also, anytime you want to blackout from cumming too hard, let him know. 😉 He will let you bounce on his cock. 

Agent Whiskey: Ohhhhhh this cowboy is heated. He will be taking your partner behind the woodshed and giving them a talkin’ to. Some harsh words will come out of his mouth, including basically telling them to ‘shit or get off the pot’. He won’t mince words, if they don’t want you, let you go, because he does. 

Marcus Pike: He hates it. Absolutely hates the fact that your partner doesn’t appreciate you like you deserve. Because if you were his, he would never let you think for a moment he didn’t want you. However, given his divorce, he won’t make a move. He would gladly do it if you left them, but he respects you too much to try to do anything with you or take advantage of your situation. 

Oberyn: He and Ellaria have you in the bed within minutes. Making up for the lack of love that you have experienced during your unfortunate time. He might have to be talked out of challenge this partner of yours. He’s killed before and your partner has dishonored you. Besides, as a widow(er), you can do what you wish.

Dave York: Be careful where you tell him this. He will have your bent over the next nearest surface as he makes up for the three years drought. Expect not to be able to walk really well. He’s also plotting a very discreet elimination.  

Marcus Moreno: He’s uncomfortable with the information, to be honest. He could have done without knowing that you are in a marriage where your needs are not being met. He wants you, God does he, but he also respects the bond of marriage and cannot give his daughter that kind of example. 

Max Lord: He urges you to leave them. He stayed longer in his marriage to Alistair’s mother than he should have, even knowing she was cheating on him. All for his son, but he wasn’t happy. You shouldn’t be unhappy, you are too precious to him. He can give you the name a of a good lawyer. 

Zach Wellison: He is surprised to say the least. You are just amazing and he can’t imagine not wanting you. He listens to you complain but he won’t touch you. Not until you leave that piece of shit who isn’t taking care of your needs. 

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Day 18- Her Husband -Marcus Pike

Day 18: Her Husband - Marcus Pike 

This prompt was requested by my dear @yespolkadotkitty​ whom I adore. Her writing is Ah-Mazing and you should check it out! 

This is my first time writing for Marcus Pike so please be gentle with me. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reblogging, commenting, and liking. 

November Writing Challenge Masterlist 

Day 17: Grass Cuttings - UH OH I HAVEN’T DONE THIS ONE YET! 

“Did you see who he came with?” 

“Yes...not who I expected for someone like him. She’s so...plain.” 

“I agree! Nothing special about her...even her dress! Didn’t someone tell her this was a formal event?!” The women cackle together in amusement but you don’t feel anything but shame and disappointment. 

It was obvious they were talking about you. From the moment Marcus had told you about the Gala you were reluctant to go. It wasn’t your scene at all. You found more comfort in a pair of leggings, a sweatshirt, and the game on TV. The idea of dressing up and parading around for snooty socialites was not your idea of fun. 

“I just can’t believe that’s her husband! He’s so handsome, sweet, and an FBI agent. How did he end up with her? …Maybe she’s good in bed. She has to have something.” 

You can feel your eyes fill with unshed tears and you move around the brood of women quickly. They gasp slightly as you shove past them, obviously knowing you had heard them. You ignore the frantic calls of your name as you rush to the restroom. Locking it behind you and leaning against the door. The sobs escaping. 

A few moments later a knock comes quickly at the door and you groan, “Go away Marcus, I want to be alone right now.” 

There is only silence, and for a minute you think he listened to you. Until the knock comes again gentler. “Sweetheart? Please...let me in,” his voice is low and you feel your defenses beginning to crack. 

The lock turns slowly before you take a step back. Marcus comes inside relocking it behind him before pulling you into his chest. His arms engulf you in his warmth and a hint of cologne. “What’s wrong honey?” he asks beginning to rub circles into your upper back, and placing kisses on your exposed shoulder. 

Your tears stain the front of his tuxedo and you clutch to him tighter. “Yourtogoodformemarcus,” you sob. 

He pulls your face from his chest, running his thumbs under your eyes collecting your tears, “What?” he asks. 

You take a breath shuddering, “I said… you’re too good for me Marcus. Everyone out there sees it,” you throw your arm out towards the door, “I’m just...plain, a nobody.” 

“Sweetheart...did someone say something to you?” 

“...I overheard some of the women gossip. They were talking about how handsome, and talented you are working for the FBI...and then they said they couldn’t believe you would be with someone so...plain.” 

You step away from him and wrap your arms around your waist, looking down at the black and white floor tiles. 

“Honey...you are not plain. Do you even have any idea how beautiful you are?” 

You shake your head and he chuckles lowly, reaching for your hips to pull you closer. “Then let me remind you.” He tilts your chin up to meet his eyes and you see the smile split across his face.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Even beyond the physical looks; the way you build relationships with your employees and their families, how you take care of me and seem to know what I need before I even ask. The way your body feels entangled with mine every night as we sleep, and how your nose crinkles when your alarm goes off.” You feel your eyes become glossy but he doesn’t stop. 

“Plain? God, are you kidding me? Some mornings I lay in bed and watch you and just have to pinch myself that I have this gorgeous creature asleep in my bed. That I get the honor of making love to you and tasting those delicious lips that always tend to taste like sweet maple. Sweetheart, you are everything to me.” 

Your openly crying now, and he pulls you in for a kiss. His arms sliding over your shoulders, pulling you as close as he can. His lips steady and warm against your own.  You sigh into the kiss before pulling back and resting your forehead against his. “I’m so glad I married you,”  you sniffle. 

“I am too, I am one lucky man. Now, come on Mrs. Pike let’s go show them what we’re made of.” you release him and move to the small sink and freshen up. He holds out his hand and you interlace your fingers with his. 

He guides you out and back to the party heading straight for the socialites. You try to pull away but his hand is firm in your own as he tugs you close to his side. They are all laughing and talking but quickly shut up as he gets closer. 

“Agent Pike! We were just talking about you and how your team recovered that rare Picasso last month! Quite a triumph!” A woman in a gaudy gold dress says placing her arm over his. 

He pulls his arm away and moves behind you placing his hands around your waist and pulling you close against his chest. “Yes, that was quite a discovery. I am very proud of my team for the work they did to recover it. I wanted to introduce you ladies to Y/N Pike, my beautiful wife.” 

“Oh yes! That was your name,” another in pale pink says, “We were wondering how you snagged such a handsome husband such as Agent Pike. How lucky!” 

You cringe slightly and Marcus tightens his grip around you, “No your wrong,” he says. 

“Excuse me?” 

“I said… you’re wrong,” he says slowly, “I’m the lucky one. Let’s get going sweetheart, nice to meet you...ladies.” 

He guides you from the room, never looking back, “Marcus,” you pull on his hand to stop him, “Don’t you have to stay for the whole event?” 

“Nah, I’ve had enough of those people for a lifetime. Let’s pick up a pizza, change into our sweats, and watch the game.” 

You smile before pulling him closer and kissing him slowly, “That sounds perfect. Lead the way my love,” Yes, you were so glad he was your husband.

#November writing challenge #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #The Mentalist #Pedro Pascal #day 18 #my writing

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Gonna take part in Steph’s @toomanystoriessolittletime December writing challenge this year (🤘thanks Steph for putting it together 🥰)

Driving Home for Christmas - Marcus Pike x f!reader

Meet You There - Ezra x f!reader

Marry Me? - Marcus Pike x f!reader

Just Us - Marcus Pike x f!reader

Christmas market - Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warmth - Marcus Pike x f!reader

Lunch Date - Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Getaway- Dave York x f!reader

I Do - Marcus Pike x f!reader

This will bring me right up to new years and then I’m taking a long overdue hiatus. I promise I WILL have all my outstanding requests done and posted and my Frankie series will be finished. I will still be writing away (I have a mafia au series I’m working on for Oberyn (it’s super smutty 😈) and one or two other things, but I won’t be posting until at least February.

K, luv ya

Char xx 😘

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🎄December Writing Challenge🎄

Day 10 - Proposal - Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst Words: 1020

December Writing Challenge Masterpost

Marcus’ first wedding had been a rush job, which should have been a sign that it wouldn’t last. It had been with his high school sweetheart at the age of twenty two and it had broken down within five years, the divorce finalised on his twenty seventh birthday. He had asked her to marry him in his car as he dropped her off at her parents house for the weekend. He picked her up on the Monday morning and she had arranged everything, from setting the date with the local church to organising who was sitting where at the reception. Marcus didn’t mind, was excited even, he just wanted her happiness after all. 

With Theresa, he thought it was what she wanted with him, he truly did. They were going to move away and start a new life together, so marriage as the next step made sense to him. He knew the question had been a surprise by the look on her face and a hesitancy to say yes straight away. Then when he got the call from her to say she had changed her mind about everything, he realised it must be him. A failed marriage and then a failed proposal? What was he doing wrong? He had seen his siblings do it right, his friends from school who had attended his first marriage all had kids now for goodness sake, why wasn’t life happening the way it was supposed to for him?

His self confidence had taken a big hit after that. He didn’t go on dates or even flirt with anyone he was interested in for a long time. It had been you who had asked him out because you were tired of waiting for him to take the hint. You had engaged him in conversation in the break room for weeks, had invited him to drinks a couple of times but he shut you down every time. So you had to be blunt in the end, cornering him in his office like a lion caging in prey, asking him to go on a date with you. You think he said yes just to get you to leave. 

But that was how it began, and you were glad you had been so forward because otherwise you wouldn’t be staring at him now, a few years later, on his knee and holding a ring up to you with a question on his lips. 

It had taken him so long to get to this point because he had to be sure. If marriage with you didn’t work out, that was it, he wasn’t going to try again just to fail again. He was tired and getting older, he wanted to settle down and you gave him a hope he didn’t think he’d feel again. He really thought it could work out this time.

You had told him your plans for the future early on. Climbing the career ladder had been your priority most of your life but you wanted to share your life with someone as well, someone who appreciated you for your goals and ambitions, who also wanted a family and wouldn’t mind taking a step back to allow you to shine, as a mother and a boss. Marcus was the perfect man for you in that respect. And when he realised he could have everything he wanted in a woman in you, he fought hard to overcome his insecurities that had creeped in from Theresa’s rejection, to be the best boyfriend he could be. 

Marcus had been planning this day for months, getting your family and friends involved on the secret to ensure you were here at this exact time for this moment. He had brought you on a weekend away to the beach and had spent all day Saturday lounging on sun loungers and reading books in the private beach of the hotel you were staying at. You had been shocked at how beautiful the place was, had insisted that Marcus need never spend a lot of money on you, but he had just smiled and kissed you sweetly before shooing you in the direction of your shared room. 

In the evening he had handed you a long sundress, his favourite on you, and asked you to slip into it because he wanted to show you something. He took you on a walk along the beach as the waves were coming in and the sun was beginning to go down, the sky a blend of oranges and pinks. 

And then he turned to you and got down on one knee, producing a box that opened to reveal a ring. 

“I think you’re wonderful. I am so in awe of everything you do, I know I tell you all the time how proud I am of you, and I plan on continuing to do that for the rest of my life,” you both chuckled as he reached for your left hand, “please marry me.”

You saw his eyes shine with unshed tears and you felt your own running down your cheeks. 

“Yes I’ll marry you,” you laughed, though it didn’t need to be said. You let him place the ring on your finger, and that’s when you heard the cheers and screams of your friends and family running on the beach towards you. 

Before they could get to you though, you turned and grabbed Marcus who had stood up, bringing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around you to hold you tight to his chest and your own tugged at the front of his shirt to pull him impossibly closer. When he pulled back he sported a beaming smile that had you kissing him again. 

You knew his history and his fear of the future, so you weren’t sure if this was ever coming. You didn’t mind, as along as you were together, and you proved your love by staying with him through whatever life threw at the two of you, then you knew you would last forever. But a proposal was the cherry on top of an already fully risen cake. 

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