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foli-vora · 1 year

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run to you: chapter three

marcus pike x f!reader

A/N: here we are! We've left holly jolly december behind and now we can return to our not-really-regularly programmed angst. Thank you for the love and support for this! I can’t tell you how much I giggle reading your reactions and comments and asks lmao. So glad you guys are loving it! Here we go, enjoy! x

Summary: Following on from ‘Traitor’ and ‘You’re Somebody Else’. An unexpected visitor throws you right back into the life you thought you left behind. Working beside the man that put you behind bars is one thing, pretending like you never loved him is another.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: angst - naturally, swearing, mentions of food/eating, mentions of the 'break up', reader keepin' up that delicious saltiness and marcus and his audacity, a new golden retriever character (face claim), I think that's it? Please note, flashbacks are in italics.

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This story will have explicit sexual scenes in the future so 18+ only.

It’s not him.

You can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, though a part of you remains wary of the stranger on the other side of your door. The man gives a friendly smile at your unsure hello, introducing himself warmly as his hand briefly dives into the inside of his suit before he brandishes his badge and flips it open for what you suspect to be the thousandth time in his life.

Your ride, you assume inwardly.

A plan had been put into place for an agent to pick you up and take you to your apparent new workspace, and for the few days that passed after that phone call, you worried again and again that it would be him. That it would be Marcus arriving to escort you and then you’d be stuck in a car with him for an unknown amount of time.

You couldn’t do it again just yet. The thought of seeing him again so soon, of being stuck in such a confined space as him, made you feel a little nauseous. The whole situation already felt stifling, complicated.

What you were thinking when you agreed to this was now a mystery to you, but you stayed resolute in your decision and decided to just do what was requested, and keep any contact with him to a strict minimum.

Turning from the door and leaving it open for the agent to walk through should he want to, you walk to the kitchen and slide on your cardigan, eyeing him as the thick knit slides over your shoulders.

“Do they teach you how to do that in FBI school or something?” You don’t mean it to come across as sarcastic as it does, but he apparently doesn’t mind, and remains unfazed at the brief snip.

“Do what?” Agent Wilson asks, crossing over the threshold into your apartment.

His pretty forest green eyes rake over your hung paintings—originals—in vague fascination, and he steps up to the framed canvases to study the artworks quietly.

“The badge thing,” you explain, keeping him in the side of your vision as you finish packing your bag, “it’s just always so… smooth. Surely it has to be practised—do you stand in front of a mirror every night?”

Wilson snorts quietly, his lips widening into a grin as he finally turns to face you. He seems younger than most of the other agents you’d noticed walking through the office, an almost boyish twist to his features that shines through with his smile.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he drawls, tucking his hands into his trouser pockets and shrugging lightly. “And no, they don’t teach us—guess it’s just the mark of a good agent.”

God, did he just wink?

Your lips curl upwards before you can help it.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you chuckle, heaving your bag over your shoulder and grabbing your keys.

He makes small conversation easily, and you wonder if that’s part of the job too, or if he’s just incapable of sitting in silence. You don’t mind, relieved to feel somewhat comfortable despite being in the presence of a federal agent. At least he wasn’t looking at you like a criminal, like something just to be used to further his investigation.

Agent Wilson—Jacob, he encourages after twenty minutes of chatting in the car—seems to have a good, enjoyable air about him, but it does little to stamp out that remaining caution lingering in the back of your mind. You hate that you don’t, can’t, trust that instinct anymore. Alex had had a good air about him, too, and you had been painfully wrong about that.

The new space is tucked away from the main streets, along a quiet street away from most of the hustle and bustle. Jacob comes to park outside an abandoned shop with a single level above, a plain vacant sign plastered over its filthy front window. He passes the shopdoor for another beside it, brandishing a small set of keys from his pocket and unlocking the two, heavy duty looking locks before tugging the door open.

“After you, ma’am,” he smiles.

You make a noise, “Enough of that. You know my name—use it.”

Stepping over the threshold and into the tiny, narrow entrance way, you eye the steep set of dark stairs carrying to the upper level and begin your hike up, readjusting your bag on your shoulder as Jacob slams the door shut and follows along after you, each step creaking under your combined weight.

It's a small space, but brightened well from the window that stretches wall to wall on the far end. At least you wouldn’t be holed up in some dark, dusty room for an unknown amount of time like you’d originally thought. Admittedly, it’s quite pleasant, and clean.

There’s a tiny kitchenette, consisting mainly of a small bar fridge, sink and microwave, but you don’t need much more than that. There’s a couch, and a small dining table, though most of the room is taken up by the makeshift studio: an adjustable easel, clean worktops, rolls of cotton canvas and other various materials.

Everything is neat, organised to near perfection. The shelves hold a generous collection of several mediums and brushes, brands you’re more than familiar with and have been using for most of your career, and all sorted as you would have done.

Someone knew what they were doing, or rather, someone knew how you liked your things.

“Is everything up to standard?” Jacob asks as you study everything with a deepening frown.

“Yeah,” you reply dryly, “yeah, it’s… it’s perfect.”

“Agent Pike oversaw it all—”

“Right, of course he did,” you snap, dropping your bag onto the small dining table with a bit more force than necessary.

How does he remember everything? You hate it. Did he take notes back then or something? Was that a part of the investigation? Just how much information does he have stored on you in his stupid little government office? How much did they all know about you?

It makes you tremble with rage, and you’re half tempted to tear everything from its place and rearrange it into something new.

Silence follows your brief bite and a small bud of guilt blossoms in your stomach from the anger you unintentionally directed at Jacob. He’s taken aback, his thick brows high in shock when you eventually swivel to face him, the unspoken questions already running across his features.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur remorsefully, fire spreading across your chest, “that wasn’t directed at you.”

“Really? Couldn’t tell,” his face morphs into a frown as his eyes narrow in on you, “I take it you have a history with Pike?”

You can’t help the expression of surprise. “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“What happened with Marcus and me…”

There’s worry building in your chest that he’s doing this on purpose. Like he wants to make you talk about it, wants to remind you of what happened and why you’re here, wants to see you squirm and get upset in some sort of sick power play.

But nothing else comes. He stays quiet, completely dumbfounded, his lips pressing together as his frown deepens further in confusion. He genuinely doesn’t know. Maybe that’s why he’s treating you like a normal person. Would he treat you differently once he knows?

“Uh, am I meant to? I swear, I read those case files front to back like twenty times and there was nothing about you two. There was barely anything about you. Did you guys date? Was it a nasty break up or something?”

“Twenty times? Seriously?”

Jacob shifts a little in defence. “Look, this is my first major case with the art squad, okay? I’m not messing this up.”

Ah. He’s new to the team. That explains it.

The worry slowly grows into understanding and you soften, nodding to his words.

“You won’t mess up. And, yeah—we had… a thing. It was messy, to say the least. Really messy. It’s still fresh, and I guess, I don’t know, I guess I just can’t…” you trail off, eyes downcast, unable to find the words to continue.

Can’t talk about it. Can’t deal with it. Can’t handle having to see him, talk to him, be around him.

You feel like an idiot. Never once did you think you’d be stuck in this kind of position, working with—for?—the man who promised you the world and tore it all apart at once. You had promised yourself you’d never go back to this life the second the gavel fell, and yet, here you are.

Despite now doing it all for the ‘good’ guys, you still hate it, hate the idea of it, and seeing Marcus regularly will no doubt shatter the sense of healing you’d developed over time.

A sympathetic smile curls Jacob’s lips. It’s warm, reassuring.

“You don’t have to tell me, ma’am. It’s not my business.”

Relief.

Maybe you can get a bit longer out of this easy, little friendship before he finds out about everything. It’s nice knowing you don’t have to be alone during this period with people who make you uncomfortable and look down at you for all your past discretions. You’d cling to this peace as long as you could.

Exhaling lightly, you smile gratefully at him.

“Thank you. And what did I say about the ‘ma’am’ thing? Cut it out.”

—

You keep busy most of the day, relaxed in Jacob’s presence. He keeps himself occupied and stays mostly out of your way, stepping in when you need a hand with anything before returning to the couch at the back of the room and bouncing between his phone and the sleek laptop in his bag.

The peace doesn’t last as long as you hoped.

The echo of the door slamming shut rings through the room when night starts to kiss at the horizon and you look at the stairs in a mix of curiosity and building dread. Jacob had previously said he and only a handful of other agents have the keys to this space, so there was no need to worry about anyone entering that shouldn’t be there.

Though you worried about a particular agent entering.

Sure enough, a mop of mussed dark hair comes into view first, followed by familiar features that simultaneously send a jolt through your body and make you feel like you’d been dunked in ice. Marcus gives you a strained half smile before turning to greet Jacob who quickly stands at the presence of his boss.

You grumble under your breath and turn your back to them, pausing to turn the music falling from the bulky headphones covering your ears up and hoping to high heaven Marcus is purely stopping by for an update before moving on to whatever other FBI bullshit he has planned for the day.

Wishful thinking.

Anger flickers to life in your chest—you can feel him watching you. It’s somewhat easy to ignore at first, focusing instead on the task at hand and the music now drilling through your skull, but after some time, the feeling of his eyes following you around the room starts to chip away at your patience.

It’s like you can hear it now.

Chip. Chip. Chip—

“Can I help you?” You snarl, throwing down the wide brush in your hand and turning to glare at him, knocking one side of your headphones off from covering your ear.

He’s half sat on the table you threw your things on earlier in the day, his arms crossed loosely over his chest as he studies you. You see the effort it takes to keep his features clear of emotion with the tightening of his jaw and the way his throat bobs with a swallow.

“I bought dinner,” he says finally, and it’s then you notice the bag of take out just behind him. “I figured you might be hungry. Wilson says you haven’t left all d—”

“I’m not hungry,” you dismiss moodily, turning back to your work.

He sighs sharply, and you hear the table shift as he stands, the rustling of a plastic bag soon following. From the smell carrying over to you from the open bag, he got your favourite. Bastard.

“Don’t do this right now, okay? Just come and eat, and then I’ll leave you alone.”

“No. In fact—” you tear your headphones off completely and whirl on him, “—I’m done for the day. I’m going home. Where’s Jacob?”

He’s not here. Why isn’t he here? God damn it.

“‘Jacob’?” Marcus repeats, one hand pausing in the middle of pulling out a container from the bag, his brows twisting. “You guys must’ve made fast friends.”

You don’t bother to entertain his comment with a reply. He noticeably shifts in the corner of your vision as you continue to pack up your things, speaking only when you pull your cardigan on and throw your bag over your shoulder.

“I sent him home,” he says, and your sharp gaze flies to him with a shine of outrage. He remains unfazed, continuing to unpack the food with a weary sigh. “Look, you can leave—take a cab or whatever, just… please eat first.”

The vicious words of rejection sit on your tongue, ready to pierce the air and cut through him, but the rumble of your stomach cuts through the moment before any of the words could fall from your lips.

Your snacks throughout the day had only kept the hunger at bay, but they were nothing of true substance enough to really fill you. And, you have to admit, the food smells fucking incredible.

“Fine,” you agree quietly, “but then I am out of here.”

—

He glows in the candlelight. Your legs intertwine under the small table, his fingers curling and twisting around yours as you both lose yourselves in conversation, the chuckle that rumbles from his chest every now and then sending that pleasant tingle down your spine.

“Are you good with spice?” You ask after the waiter softly places the dishes in front of you.

Alex grins, breaking his hold on your hand with a final rub of his thumb along the back of your hand. You miss his touch already. He reaches for his cutlery, giving a small shrug and a playful narrow of his brows.

“I like to think so, but feel free to prove me wrong,” he grins wider, eyes following the curve of your smile.

“This isn’t too hot, but it’s my favourite of all time,” you admit, cupping a hand under the fork you hold out to him should any of the rice spill from the heap of food balanced on the prongs. “If I had to live off of one meal for the rest of my life… this would be it.”

He leans over the table, wrapping his lips around the fork and taking the curry with a noise of distinct satisfaction. It settles low and hot in the pit of your stomach and heat spreads across your chest.

“That’s good,” he groans, nodding his approval and you practically beam at him. “In fact, I might just—”

He digs his own fork into your food and steals another mouthful while you make a noise of lively disapproval, your cheeks aching from your impossibly wide smile as you playfully bat his hands away from your plate, his laughter soon mixing with yours.

—

It’s silent.

It’s uncomfortable.

He doesn’t say a lot. He briefly asked about your supplies and if he had missed anything, to which you replied a simple and sharp no, and that had been the length of your conversation so far.

You keep your eyes away from him and focus instead on your food, ignoring the quiet sounds of him eating his own meal. In fact, you ignore his existence entirely. If it bothers him, he doesn’t make it known.

The tip of your fork drags through the leftover smattering of curry before you give up, now full and satisfied, and let your fork drop to the plate. The clatter of it hitting the ceramic rings throughout the room and it brings his attention straight to you, his posture straightening slightly.

“Thank you,” you mutter curtly, briefly letting your eyes fly to meet his.

“You’re welcome,” he returns quietly, another forced smile curling his lips.

“Am I free to go now?”

The smile drops, his gaze along with it, and he sighs, reaching for his napkin and wiping his fingers before brushing it over his lips.

“You were free to go the whole time,” he argues softly, a slight frown deepens his brows, “it’s not like I cuffed you and sat you at the damn table.”

“Oh, that’s a first,” you smile bitterly, standing from the chair and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Will Jacob pick me up in the morning, or do I have different babysitters every day?”

You didn’t know whether or not to expect this to be a normal thing past the first day.

He gives you a look as he stands and starts to gather the containers into a neat pile, “Didn’t you read the information I gave you?”

No. No you didn’t. The crumpled manila folder remains in the same spot it’s been in since you’d all but thrown it onto the set of drawers in your bedroom after coming home a few days prior.

“Uh, I may have glanced over it,” you lie, fiddling with the strap of your bag.

His eyes flicker over your face before a twitch of a smile pulls at his lips, clearly not believing the words falling from your lips. He makes a noncommittal noise and nods, almost expecting it.

“Agent Wilson will escort you to and from your apartment every day, he’ll also be your security while you’re here unless someone comes to relieve him.”

“Security? Why do I need security? Am I in danger?”

“No,” he comforts, “but there’s no harm in being cautious.”

The brief wash of panic that had built in the pit of your stomach calms slightly at his reassurance. It’s not like you were new to how dangerous this sort of thing could be, but you’d never seen it from the other side. In the past, you’d never had reason to truly fear anyone, because you were on their side doing their deeds. Now, on the ‘right’ side, you’d be seen as no better than Marcus and his team, an enemy.

“Okay,” you exhale deeply, “makes sense. Well… okay. Bye.”

Turning away from him, you make a beeline for the stairs and start your descent, scrolling through your phone and bringing up the Uber app. You’d doubt you’d be able to hail a cab from here, and you didn’t fancy walking the empty streets at night to find a more populated area to get one.

“I’ll take you home,” Marcus says before you’re even halfway down.

You freeze and swivel to glare at him, your narrowed eyes following how he hesitates at the top of the stairs.

“What?”

“Wilson isn’t here to escort you home, so I’ll do it.”

“Is that why you sent him home? You wanted to play taxi for me? No thanks.”

Marcus sighs, already coming down the stairs and getting closer and closer with each step. Your heart betrays you, welcoming his incoming proximity with a quickened beat despite the intense ache it now lives with.

He pauses a step or two above you, his brows coming together as he glances over your shoulder.

“It’s pitch black outside. Not to mention there are no cabs around here, I’m not letting you—”

“‘Letting me’? Look, I know you want to play knight in shining armour or whatever, but I would literally rather risk my chances alone on a dark, empty street than spend five minutes in a car with you.”

Something flashes through his eyes, but it’s gone before you can really search their familiar dark depths to identify it.

Silence follows your words, and it’s the first time you feel the icy chill that hangs over the darkened staircase despite the thick cardigan wrapped around you.

His face eventually takes on a harder edge after studying your face, the muscles in his jaw flexing.

“Understood, but as the senior agent overseeing this investigation, it’s my responsibility to ensure the safety of each and every member of my team, agent or not—that includes you. So, like it or not, I’m taking you home.”

And with that, he brushes past you, bringing a light wave of cologne over you as he goes, and continues on his way, wrenching the heavy door open at the bottom and waiting for you with firmly raised brows.

“You said I could take a cab,” you argue weakly, stubbornly sticking to your spot on the stairs and crossing your arms.

“I lied,” he mutters, “and yeah, before you can say it, it wouldn’t be the first time—let’s go.”

rty tags: @maryfanson, @toomanystoriessolittletime, @cecilyjmorgenstern, @donnaa, @spishsstuff, @albertasunrise, @hungrhay, @tanyaherondale, @dreamcatcher121, @elegantmusicdragon, @aninnai, @harriedandharassed,

everything pp tags: @maievdenoir, @javier-pena, @lv7867, @dihra-vesa, @katronautt, @radiowallet, @januarystears, @missminkylove, @beskarprincessjenny, @mswarriorbabe80, @danidrabbles, @sergeantbannerbarnes, @amneris21, @eri16, @absurdthirst, @hnt-escape, @acourtofsnakes, @ezrasbirdie, @mstgsmy, @lovesbiggerthanpride, @coaaster, @sherala007, @kelseyxyeslek, @greeneyedblondie44, @wyn-n-tonic, @you-got-me-starry-eyed, @shirks-all-responsibilities, @withasideofmeg, @harriedandharassed, @andruxx, @buckybarneshairpullingkink, @spideysimpossiblegirl, @prostitute-robot-from-the-future, @tanzthompson, @mad-girl-without-a-box, @hope-for-the-best-98, @fangirl-316, @christina-loves, @jediknight122, @hallway5, @xoxabs88xox, @nicolethered, @churchill356, @massivecolorspygiant, @just-here-for-the-moment, @gracie7209, @pinkie289, @lavenderluna10, @goodgriefitsawildworld, @juletheghoul, @punkerthanpascal, @itswanktime, @karolydulin, @pedrostories, @fabilei, @ghostwiththemostbitch, @omlwhatamidoinghere, @cannedsoupsucks, @chaoticemz, @hows-my-hair, @alexxavicry, @cran-berry-vodka, @deadhumourist, @outercrasis, @thisshipwillsail316, @toxicfrankenstein, @hotchlover, @ew-erin, @mishasminion360, @jitterbugs927, @penelopeimp, @woodland-mist, @pedro-pastel, @spaceserialkiller, @adriiibell, @1andthesame, @elegantduckturtle, @captain-jebi, @magpie-to-the-morning, @sharkbait77, @sleep-tight1, @musings-of-a-rose, @karlawithacapitalk, @woomen23, @frasmotic, @songsformonkeys, @loonymagizoologist, @aynsleywalker, @ruhro7, @bluestuesday, @what-iwish-you-knew, @princess-djarinn, @totallynotastanacc, @girlofchaos, @pjkimrn, @bangaveragewhitewine, @trickstersp8, @rominaszh, @gooddaykate, @ms-loverman-066, @bunniwarrior, @detectivecarisi-1, @tintinn16, @iceclaw101, @bport76, @thatpinkshirt, @tusk89, @withakindheartx, @curiouskeyboard, @pedropascalsx, @sirpascal, @racetrackheart, @patisseriel, @timpletance, @titabel, @xdaddysprincessxx, @dnxgma, @astronomeoww, @dindjarinswhore, @alwaysdjarin, @mando-amando, @mx-ferelden, @trinkets01, @jxvipike, @thesmutslut, @thereisaplaceintheheart, @scentedthingtidalwave, @mwltwo, @loveslide, @artsymaddie, @untitledarea, @sukunababe, @emiemiemiii,

marcus pike tags: @pedrohoe04, @evyiione, @androah, @wildmoonflower, @naughtynecromancer, @quica-quica-quica, @stevenmylove, @lawfulgranola, @fuckoffbard, @dins-cyare, @eatommo, @serini-ty, @chaoticevilbakugo, @raphaelaisabella, @f*cklife_imdreaminghere, @iceclaw101, @randomchick546, @jxvipike, @in-for-a-pennyx, @littleone65, @joelmiller81, @Curiouser-an-curiouser, @h-hxgirl, @thevoiceinyourheadx, @shadowolf993,

so many don’t work so i’m thinking of deleting the ones that haven’t worked for a while.

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike #pedro pascal x reader #the mentalist fic

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undercoverpena · 20 days

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welcome to jo’s march madness master list part dos

i broke the original masterlist i did (the one i posted a few weeks ago), so welcome to the re-do... and it's pink!.

it has been lovely to read some new pieces, and discover some new writers. i've tried to break them down into characters, but I've not highlighted content warnings, so please check warnings/ratings.

some links ⥄ all my fic recs ⥄ are you after some less than 3k fics? check out @goodwithcheese's quick pic fic here

part one of the list here

JOEL MILLER

mine by @secretelephanttattoo [joel x tess]

denim on denim by @fuckyeahdindjarin [joel (in shiv's world)]

just to see you smile by @gnpwdrnwhiskey [joel x oc!bee]

a lovers pinch by @hier--soir

honey, i won't be home by @trulybetty [jackson joel]

rookie mistake by @fuckyeahdindjarin [seams!joel]

new perspectives by @thetriumphantpanda

the duke's illicit affair by @hellishjoel

northern lights by @morallyinept

raw edge by @fuckyeahdindjarin [seams!joel]

adoration (bodies series) by @morallyinept [tw: mention of breast cancer]

thirst for beauty by @psychedelic-ink [plus size!reader]

voicemails by @fuckyeahdindjarin

august slipped away like a bottle of mine by @joelsgreenflannel

breakfast is served by @maggiemayhemnj

MARCUS PIKE

second chances part 1 + 2 by @pedroscurls

i'll crawl home to her by @ezrasbirdie

DAVE YORK

love at first... sight by @goodwithcheese

out of sight by @goodwithcheese

constellations in his eyes by @janaispunk

DIN DJARIN

this is the way by @psychedelic-ink

a rule of three by @5oh5

then we'll find out together by @missredherring

western skies chp. 3 by @julesonrecord

JACK DANIELS

southern nights by @secretelephanttattoo

part one of the list here

#jo: marchmadness24

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radiowallet · 1 year

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Radiowallet's Masterlist

Hello All! Welcome to my masterlist! My name is Cat. I am but a humble little nerd just pushing my silly stories out into the world. Please come in, have a look around, and leave a reblog or a comment if you find something you like. This is an 18+ blog, so please minors, turn around and I’ll see you on the flip side. All smut will be denoted with * at the end!

Please always feel free to jump into my inbox! I'm harmless and stupid, like an overactive hamster! I am here for laughs and fun and any kind of clowning about you’re up for!

If you prefer reading on AO3 you can find my account here.

To receive notifications of any new writing I post, please follow me at my writing library @radiowallet-writes and turn on notifications.

To learn more about my original writing, please follow me at @catepagewrites

Thank you for stopping by!

Sub-masterlists containing all writing related to the characters including multi-chapter fic, one-shots, drabbles, and extras.

Marcus Moreno

Din Djarin

Frankie Morales

Javi Gutierrez

Dieter Bravo

Ezra (Prospect)

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

Dave York

Bucky Barnes

Oberyn Martell

Joel Miller

Shortcuts to my multi-chapter fics and series. These stories also have links on the above character masterlists.

Like a River* - Marcus Moreno x F!Reader x Frankie Morales (on-going series)

Radiant* - Thief!Marcus Moreno AU (on-going, loose fit series)

A Good Man* - Western!Marcus Moreno AU (on-going series)

Tied* - Doctor!Din Djarin AU (on-going, loose fit series)

You Weren't Mine to Lose - Din Djarin x F!Reader (ongoing series)

To New Friends - Javi G. x F!Reader (slow burn, ongoing series)

First Assignment - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader (on hiatus)

To Sleep - A Moonknight drabble series (ongoing)

Meant to Be* - Oberyn Martell x F!Reader (Complete)

Eyes Open* - Marcus Moreno x OFC (Complete)

Pretend Alleyways* - Marcus Moreno x Dieter Bravo (on going)

Miscellaneous Character Drabbles

In the Middle of the Night - Selina Kyle x Batman (2022 The Batman)

You Know You Love Me - Max Phillips x F!Reader

I'm Going to Ruin You - Pero Tovar x F!Reader

I Can't Get Enough of You - Javier Peña x F!Reader

Iced Tea and Pink Skies - Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Fic Collections

300 Follower Celebration Prompts

500 Follower Celebration Prompts

31 Days for Marcus Moreno

Cat’s Horny Canapés

Kinktober 2022

MoodBoards

Pedro Character Assigned FOB songs Parts 1 2 3

#marcus moreno #din djarin #frankie morales #javi gutierrez #dieter bravo #ezra prospect #bucky barnes #jack 'whiskey' daniels #Moonknight #The Batman #Joel Miller #Selina Kyle #pedro pascal characters

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for-a-longlongtime · 6 months

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Sunday Fan Fic Poll Time

Alright, let’s throw another poll out there. Many authors have their own distinct style in how they present their stories. So this one is about pairings and points of view!

Often fic will be written from the readers (your) perspective, but there are other options. Like third person: maybe an original character (she/her/they) whose name is used frequently, or perhaps an existing character like Anika (The Bubble), Gabriella (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent), Santiago or Benny (Triple Frontier).

Another third person POV is when PPCs (that’s Pedro Pascal Characters, for those of you new to fanfic) are in a crossover fic, such as Dieter/Marcus Moreno or Ezra/Joel - there are some outstanding fics out there that do this so well.

Regardless of a pairing, there’s a lot of fic that’s written from the PP Character point of view; you’re in Dave’s head experiencing the story, or finding out how Marcus Pike feels about the person he’s with (he’ll probably will want to move in together soon 🙃). Maybe you prefer that instead of a reader POV? Or a switch between Frankie and reader’s perspective to find out how they both feel?

I know this is a broad question, but I’m really really curious what YOU like and want to read more of.

(Note: I meant to write second person POV - not first - for the reader option below, but can’t edit it anymore)

Please feel free to reblog, would love to get a lot of opinions!

#pedro pascal character fic #Pedro pascal character smut #fanfiction polls #character polls #fan fiction #nerding out about writing #x reader #polling #research #authors #fan fic #slash fic #crossover pairings

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iamsherlocked-1998 · 4 months

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Masterlist ✨

Hello! I´m Sarah.

I write only for Pedro's characters - not for Pedro himself.

I prefer one shots and littles stories.

I'm always open to requests, love have conversations.

Many of my stories include GN!Reader & M!Reader, they have LGTBI content (male x male). I don´t usually use original characters, but there are a few of then.

The stories may contains smut of varying degrees, violence and speak about sensible topics.

I love add gif and pics in my fics for made it more interesting.

My first language isn't english, please be patient with some errors in writing.

Please consider re-blogging it and leaving a comment, In fact I like to answer them. I also usually follow users who follow me❤

Come browse and have a good time 🥳

Din Djarin (The mandalorian):

-Cold is a phase (series): A little Christmas story, although it has some angst at the beginning.

PART 1

PART 2

-A Harmless Indulgence.

Story with blind reader, small domestic moment.

-When the storm passes

Contains description of nightmares and post-traumatic stress.

-Infection (Dincobb).

Zombie AU, with a little surprise in the end.

-In good and bad times (Dincobb).

The marshal helps with Mando's injury.

-Winter days

Just smut without plot.

-The Unknown (series): With a OC, Mando meet someone special.

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3.

-The Cave.

My version of the living waters.

-The Sorcerer (series, crossover): Doctor Strange is coming.

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3.

-The Hangar (Dincobb): Peli found an unexpected guest in her workshop...

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3.

-Communication.

Grogu first words

-Very long night (Dincobb).

A canteen night...

-Stolen days (Dincobb).

Wounds heal and bonds are created...

-Together.

My version of the reunion in The Book of Boba Fett.

-Goodbye.

A little anguish.

-Darkness (+ 18).

This story contains violence and loss of self-control.

-Mistletoe (+18).

A special to celebrate the end of Christmas with something a little spicy, Dincobb.

Oberyn Martell (GOT):

-Hot springs.

Just smut with our prince.

-IMAGINE (Dark, +18).

Javier Peña (Narcos):

-Healing.

The reader is a victim of drug traffickers since childhood and know Peña. Obscenity ensues.

IMAGINES:

-Joel Miller

-Break-up (multi characters).

-Sick (multi-characters).

-Din Djarin (Belong).

-Family.

-Earth.

-Dave York.

Marcus Pike (The mentalist):

-Broken Branches

A halloween story with some smut.

OTHER ACTORS AND CHARACTERS:

-Sherlock BBC (the smiling client).

A horror story based in the film.

#myself #pedro pascal #sherlock bbc #Writting #pedro pascal characters #benedict cumberbatch #marcus pike x reader #oberyn martell x reader #javier peña x reader #the mentalist #narcos #game of thrones #pedro pascal x oc #din djarin x reader #din djarin & grogu #doctor strange

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Fandom Finds - last week of Dec

Hello! I finally got to catch up on some much-needed reading, and I'm in absolute awe of how incredibly talented people on here are. So I'm going to do a weekly round-up of things I loved in the Pedro Pascal fandom- art, fics, you name it. Here's what I loved in Dec (and a little before then, as it's the intro post!)

A gentle reminder to please support and reblog from your favourite creators to ensure more people see their amazing work!

Here we go, under the cut:

Starman (series) - @imtryingmybeskar (Ezra x F!Reader)

You know when you read something so good, you close your laptop because no words you can put on paper is going to come close to what you just read? That was me last week. This series is incredible - sensitive, insightful, a transportive glimpse into something very different. Ezra drops into his soulmate's lap, but it's not as simple as that. Clear your schedule. Read it.

Driving Mr Tovar (series) - @sirowsky (Pero Tovar x F!Reader)

When I read the original series, I turned into that crazed fan that sent the author songs that reminded me of her fic. Luckily the lovely author humoured me and we are still friends today. She's currently updating the series and the updated version is EVEN better than the original (I'm halfway through the reread of Chapter 1). Pero Tovar doesn't let anyone into his life, least of all his new driver. But he has no idea who he's up against and how his life will change. Perfect holiday escapism right here.

Queen of Poisons (series) - @artemiseamoon (Ezra x F!OFC)

Arte's Ezra and fantastic OFC Nyx has been living completely rent-free in my brain since I first inhaled the series months ago. The push and pull between these two is delicious and her heroine is a deeply nuanced badass who doesn't stand back when faced with danger. If you like supernatural worlds and strong female protagonists, you will love this.

Flowers for Ishtar (series) - Beskarberry (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

I already screamed at the author like an unhinged banshee, but this was one of the most fantastical, wild series I have ever read. Non-human!Mando and F!Reader have a solid partnership until he starts acting very weird. Please, for the love of the reptilian spacepope, read the extensive and detailed warnings, because this won't be for everyone. But if you do proceed - it's funny, magical, soft, sexy, unhinged and brilliant science-fiction fantasy with our favourite buckethead.

My only wish (series) - @foli-vora (Jack Daniels x F!Reader)

Come get your fluffy, sweet Christmas goodness here! Jack Daniels grinches his way into a a situation he never thought he's find himself in. Special appearance by a hilarious little menace who forces Jack and Reader's hand as subtly as a sledgehammer. Treat yo'self.

Unnamed (one-shot) - @juletheghoul (Frankie Morales x F!Reader Siren)

Jules' short and utterly *beautifully* devastating story about Frankie and a Siren will haunt you in more ways than one. It's the kind of story that you think about at 2am when you can't sleep.

The Fox, the Mage and the Cupboard (series) - @littlemisspascal (Multiple characters x F!Reader)

Make a cup of tea, settle under a fleece blanket and let Rae transport you to a magical world where you can forget about all the madness and real world problems. It features Javi G, Din and Pero and she makes them all very special, very distinct from each other. This series feels like a soft hug with some yearning for good measure.

An Evening with Monsters (series)- @clydesducktape (Triple Frontier boys in individual stores x F!Reader)

Kinktober hit different this year with this delicious line-up of monsters - the Triple Frontier boys are an absolute feast in this series. Thia is an incredibly talented writer, it might not be Halloween anymore, but you'll be yearning for these boys anyway.

All about the Bass - @katareyoudrilling (Marcus Pike x F!Reader)

Listen. This author has created a musical universe with the most perfect Marcus Pike (a musician) and I refuse to leave. I refuse. Get your bag, we're going to Yearnsville and staying there - this is romantic and soft and amazing. Marcus and you join an orchestra and it's not just musical notes flying. *chef's kiss*

#fic recs #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic

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ladyxskywalker · 2 years

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July 2022 (part two)

fandoms featured on this list; moon knight, pedro pascal characters, the batman, the amazing spider man, bridgerton, oscar isaac, charlie hunnam, the originals / tvd, & misc./multi fandom 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

✨️ apologies for this month’s list being a little shorter than usual ! I had some things going on, so some of these are comfort reads, & repeats that I’ve read again, new things I’ve read, or various series that I’ve started. hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Aug 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Jake Lockley

Six Stops by @lcvenderblues (gn!reader)

Love in Bloom, & Sunday Kind of Love by @egcdeath

✨ Marc Spector

Happy Birthday by @writingforcurrentobsessions

✨ Steven Grant

Spirals And Skin by @clints-lucky-arrow (artist!steven) (tattooed!f!reader) **

Tilt, Shift, & Balance by @the-little-ewok (steven x f!reader, marc x f!reader) **

Who Wouldn’t Want That? & Darling, I Fancy You by @yespolkadotkitty (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Clarity by @ezrasbirdie (dentist!ezra universe) (f!reader) **

Daze by @iamskyereads (slice of life) (domestic ezra universe) (prof!f!reader) (cw: children) **

In the Dark (series) by @frannyzooey (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

Where the Foxglove Grows by @mandoblowmybackout (plus size, neurodivergent, f!reader)

✨ Jack (Agent Whiskey) Daniels

Tangled Up (series) by @writeforfandoms (dragon rancher au) (f!reader)

✨ Marcus Pike

Desperado by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

Starting Over (series) by @wardenparker , & @absurdthirst (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy, divorce)

✨ Oberyn Martell

Yes, I do? by @toomanystoriessolittletime (modern au) (escort!oberyn) (f!reader)

✨ Pero Tovar

Full Moon Confessions by @artemiseamoon (f!reader)

Risk by @forever-rogue (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy mention) **

✨ The Thief (Casillero del Diablo)

The Painting by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Pascal Characters

Euclidean Geometry by @leslie-lyman (modern au) (poly!relationship) (f!reader) **

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ Alfred Pennyworth (The Batman)

Penny For Your Thoughts (series) by @eupheme (cw: age gap, daddy kink) (f!reader) **

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield)

Approach Shift (series) by @psithurista (f!reader) **

Beautiful Distraction by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader) **

✨ Bridgerton (Benedict Bridgerton)

Truth Unseen by @make-me-imagine (gn!reader)

✨ Bud Cooper (Oscar Isaac, Suburbicon 2017)

A Softer Side by @leiakenobi (f!reader) **

✨ Clash of the Titans (Draco, Mads Mikkelsen)

Of Gods and Men (series) by @KrystalFlare on fanfiction.net (draco x goddess oc) **

✨ Cobra Kai (Johnny Lawrence)

Challenger by @SecretSecret on ao3 (f!reader) **

✨ Duke Leto Atreides (Oscar Isaac, Dune)

The Sun on Your Skin by @writefightandflightclub (gn!reader) (touch starved reader)

✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Safe With You by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader)

Under the Cherry Blossom Trees by @flightlessangelwings (fluff, angst) (gn!reader)

✨ John Watson (Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows)

The Doctor Is In by @cinewhore (black!f!reader) **

✨ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by @Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x klaus mikaelson, elena x elijah mikaelson, elena x kol mikaelson) **

The Artist (series) (a choose your own outcome story) by @brittishmenorbust on ao3 (f!reader)

Bienvenue (series) by @Merontheshore on ao3 (klaus mikaelson x ofc) (kol mikaelson x ofc) (elijah mikaelson & ofc) **

Endlessly Enough (series) by @brittishmenorbust on ao3 (damon salvatore x f!reader)

Labyrinth: A Bonnie Bennett x Klaus centric universe (series) by @artemiseamoon (bonnie bennett x klaus mikaleson) **

✨ Raymond Smith (Charlie Hunnam, The Gentlemen)

Right Hand Woman by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

✨ Rick Flag (DC, Joel Kinnaman)

Motivation by @loverhymeswith (f!reader)

✨ Roswell New Mexico (2019) (Alex Manes x Micheal Guerin)

here everyone knows (you’re the way to my heart) by @catchingpapermoons on ao3 (malex) **

** be sure to check out part one for star wars, the mandalorian, kenobi, rogue one, & triple frontier fic recs 📖

#moon knight fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #tasm fanfiction #dune fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #oscar isaac character fanfiction #charlie hunnam character fanfiction #misc. multi fandom #pxk monthly fic recs 💫#pxk monthly reading list 💌

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generallybrontidefeelings · 2 years

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Stressed: Marcus and Honey decide to buy a house

Title: Stressed: Marcus and Honey decide to buy a house

Rating: T (mentions of sex, nothing explicit)

A/N: thank you to all the wonderful friends who gave me time, and who encouraged me, and let me know I could take my time returning to Marcus and Honey.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!eader, Marcus Pike x you

Summary: Honey catches Marcus looking at houses, and their relationship gets more serious.

Warnings: zero, this is 100% fluff

"Whatcha looking at? Porn?"

Marcus grabs the laptop screen and almost slams it, but catches himself at the last second. He’s a grown man for God’s sake.

"No!" He squeaks. Then clears his throat and tries again, "No."

You pause in the living room doorway in his townhome, and toe your shoes off. You'd just gotten back from work, and are aching to ditch your bra and tote full of files, and papers, and Tupperware. When you'd walked in you hadn't announced yourself, because you were practically living there. You hated to admit it, but you two were on the brink of cohabitation. In fact your roommates had asked about subletting your room. Since...you weren't using it. It was a task you had quietly ignored for the last week, and you knew you needed to tell Marcus.

You planted your hands on the waistband of your blue trousers - Marcus's favorite - and put a little pout on.

"You know I don't care if you watch it without me."

He puts both hands up, letting the computer rest on his thighs, secure in his grey sweatpants. He'd had a day off from the office and thoroughly enjoyed it. So it seemed.

"I promise it wasn't porn."

"Baby, it's really okay-"

"It's not porn!"

"Okay, then what is it?" His defensiveness is almost comical. It's a good thing Marcus chose to be a cop because he would make a terrible criminal for being a bad liar. Sweet man.

He sighs.

"Zillow."

"House porn is still porn," you say without missing a beat.

"Just sit down here, please. I've missed your butt all day," he says, extending his arm and inviting you into his lap. You untuck your shirt as you go, then settle on his thigh, leaning back into his sturdy chest as his hand lands on your thigh top. The chair lets out a protesting squeak. With the other hand he settles the laptop on your knee and you help him reorient the screen.

"I was looking at houses in the area. Nothing fancy, just the essentials: backyard, solid kitchen appliances."

"I've always dreamed of doing a fixer upper," you admit, leaning further into him.

"With these prices that might be all the down payment I can make. I'm told the market is not a buyers market right now. Whatever that means."

You look down at him, and think about how much you love him.

"This one is okay. I'd need to gut a lot of it, but some paint, some new counters and it would be nice. Original floors too."

You look at the listing, reading about the old creation. It has plenty of character, from the outdated chandelier to the baseboards which are covered in dust, even in the pictures. You shift a little in Marcus’ lap. You don’t buy a major fixer upper just to flip.

"Why are you looking at houses right now? What brought this on?"

He closes the laptop and draws your arm back to wrap around his neck so he can hold you and look at you.

"I feel like I've outgrown this space. It was fine while I was a bachelor but-" he shrugs and looks at the couch and bookshelf in the cramped little room too "-I'd like something permanent. Or at least big enough for a dog."

"You want a dog?"

He raises his eyebrows. "Do you want a dog?"

"Uh, yeah I want a dog."

"Then let's get a house."

You play with his hair, and he shows you some of the houses he has bookmarked. None of it seems real, and you suddenly feel very young.

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As Marcus gathers all his financial information so he can start talking to a real estate agent, you start to have small, little second thoughts. The idea is nice, and you want to move in with him. But you are not anywhere financially ready to make that kind of commitment. Emotionally, yes. Mentally, absolutely. You practically live with Marcus as it is.

But a house has the potential to become a home, and that is nerve wracking.

And you still haven’t decided what to do about your apartment. Your roommate texts you just one long row of question marks one day, and you can’t put it off any longer.

“Marcus?” you ask from the kitchen doorway. He looks up and his reading glasses slide down his nose a little. You smile fondly.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

Your feet pat against the floor until he can wrap an arm fully around your waist. “My roommates want to sublet my room. I’m here so often, but my lease is good for another year, so, they think it's time to��” push me out of the nest.

Marcus looks at you with his forehead scrunched in the middle. You hope he can connect the dots. “Is this house stuff making you nervous?”

“Yes, very much.”

“Honey,” he says, and closes the file with all his finance information for the realtor. “I want to buy a house because it’s time for me to live in a house. I love you, and I want to take you with me. I know this is a big step.” You pluck at his fingers pressing into your waist. “Are you feelings anxious about it?”

You are. Your face heats up. You say every word slowly so it comes out right. “I am anxious that if you buy a house I’ll have nowhere to go if we break up, and I am anxious because I want to help buy it and I don’t make very much money.”

You glance at the manila folder on the table. It’s full of a lifetime of money making. A lifetime of jobs and investments and Christmas bonuses. You were so proud when you negotiated your salary up at your part-time job, but the income is barely enough for a mortgage. You doubt you would qualify.

Marcus somehow hears every word. “Okay, I have three, maybe four thoughts. Ready?” You nod and smile.

“One, keep your lease, sublet the apartment, and raise the rent a little bit. Thought number two: you will always have somewhere to go if somehow this doesn’t work.” Marcus swallows. He wants it to work so bad. “Three, I am buying a house. Don’t touch your savings.”

“But-”

“Nuh uh. I’m fiscally prepared to do this,” he leans in to press his nose against your cheek. “You give me the best company, and are so good at puzzles, and make the best pasta sauce. Let me give you a house. If we decide to stay together long term, we can talk about putting your name on the title and mortgage. But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Wordlessly you lean into Marcus and bury your face in his neck. He wraps around you fully, arms criss-crossing against your back. You’re not sure you deserve this man.

“You don’t have to be the man of my dreams everyday, y’know?” you say, your voice thick with waiting tears. “What was your fourth thought?”

“I want a home with you. You deserve more than my bachelor pad.” You nod, unbelieving how this man wormed into your life and made it so much better.

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“I like the beveled ceilings,” you say, stepping over a pile of broken plywood. Something crunches underfoot.

“They were an addition by the last owner. I think it gives the place a lot of character!” The upbeat real estate agent - Cindy something - gestures with her pen like she’s Vanna White. Marcus looks skeptical. The ceilings are a little low, and the beveling does not help. This is the fifth house you’d seen today and the prospects were not what you were expecting. Even Marcus, ever hopeful, began to have doubts around house three. You had watched him scrub his hand over his beard, the tell tale sign of frustration.

“This room has great southern exposure. And an extra storage feature,” Cindy explains. She pries open a cupboard built up high, the doors of which have been painted over. The paint snaps apart when Cindy gets them open. “Perfect for swapping things out in an ever changing room. Could be a guest room, or a craft room. Could be a nursery!”

Marcus quickly steps in. “It would make a nice guest room.” He is just as done with Cindy’s nursery comments as you were. You knew Marcus wanted kids, and you do too. But one step at a time.

You toe off your shoes in the foyer of Marcus’ townhouse. He’s behind you sorting out his keys, phone, work phone, wallet, shoes. You know you’re both thinking about Cindy’s comments.

“I don’t think any of those were the ones,” you say quietly. You sound defeated.

“Me neither,” he says, and kisses your cheek while walking past you to the kitchen. “I was thinking something older.”

A baby. A family. A house. So many options for the future swirl in front of you. It’s terrifying, but you can feel a kernel of truth in all of it. It is a tiny voice but it says you should try.

“Marcus?” you ask, standing in the door of the bathroom. He’s sitting in bed, hands folded. You look at each other. Without hesitating you crawl on the bed and sit next to him. You take his hand.

“Marcus, I love you.” You say it confidently. You’ve said it a hundred times before but you need him to know that you aren’t scared. “I want to do this with you.” You’re not sure what ‘this’ is yet, but you thread your fingers with his. “I think we should get a dog first, though.”

“Cindy’s comment made me nervous too.”

You huff and squeeze his hand. “Why are you so good at that?”

“Hours of interrogating criminals.”

“Ugh, bringing work to bed again,” you say, and dramatically throw yourself back on the duvet. Marcus follows, spooning you against his chest.

“You liked the handcuffs,” he murmurs in your ear and you squirm at the reminder. He rises up to lean over your face. “You ready to do this?”

You cup his jaw and feel the soft hair you’ve grown to love. “I’m ready to build a home with you.”

He kisses your palm. “That’s very sweet, honey, but I meant the sex we’re about to have as practice for when we christen the new house.”

“Marcus!”

Taglist: @leias-rebelion @sarahjkl82-blog @honestly-shite @danniburgh @missredherring @whistlingbirdie @captainjaspenor @simsiddy

Taglist note* I have been gone a while so I used old urls from my old list, so if something has changed or you don't want to be included please DM me and I will fix it

#Marcus Pike #the mentalist #the mentalist fanfiction #Marcus Pike fanfiction #Marcus Pike x You #Marcus Pike x Reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #Marcus and Honey #stressed #Stressed series

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senorabond · 13 days

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Rumor Has It: Chapter 9 Peña x f!reader x Pike

Pairings: Marcus Pike x f!reader; Javier Peña x f!reader; future Peña x f!reader x Pike

Chapter 9 Summary: Flashback: All rules go out the window the first time you and Marcus are truly alone.

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI), Explicit sexual content, additional warnings may be added for future chapters

Chapter Warnings: no use of y/n, flashback, workplace romance, oral sex (m receiving), Marcus being the softest saddest boy, bearded!Marcus, ‘good girl’ origin story

Reader/Character notes: Reader is fem!afab; No mention of Reader’s body size, shape, composition, or skin color.

Words: 4.4k

Author’s Note: I wrote most of this at the same time I was writing chapter 8; I just couldn’t get this image out of my head of sad-boi!Marcus, watching his classic films, eating his pint of Ben & Jerry’s… I decided to break up this flashback as well because there is so much I want to do with bearded Marcus and the word count was getting untenable.

Thank you to my darling, my lovely beta, Kilamonster! I’m forever grateful for your unceasing encouragement and feedback. Besitos para ti 💋💜

Dividers by @saradika!

Masterlist || Previous Chapter

One Year EarlierWashington, D.C.

Pike had been acting weird ever since he went on that work trip to give a deposition. At first you thought he was just grumpy from being jet lagged, or perhaps the deposition hadn’t gone well. His office door was closed most of the time, which was very unusual for him.

The poor man looked like somebody had run over his dog. You’d never seen him look so haggard in all the months you’d been detailed to his unit. His shoulders drooped, his shirts were wrinkled, and his usually well-groomed appearance turned a bit unkempt. You had to admit the beard he’d been growing for awhile had a rakish charm about it. He’d let his hair grow out, and the forelock that fell over his forehead was simply dreamy and emphasized his large, coffee colored eyes. Apparently the sad boy look did it for you.

You saw a few members of his team try various things to engage with him, inviting him to happy hours and trivia nights, bringing him coffee and pastries each morning. He was always grateful, insisted on paying for the food and drinks, but declined all invitations. Whispers were starting to circulate about various reasons for the change in Pike’s demeanor.

You hate rumors. Which is how you find yourself sitting in your car on a Friday night, fully intending to go to the gym, but thinking about Pike instead. This had gone on long enough. Either he needed to be snapped out of it, or needed a friend to talk to about whatever he’s going through.

Instead of driving to the gym, you stop by the store to pick up a six-pack of beer you’ve seen Pike drink at happy hours, and go to his place. He’s hosted team hangouts there, always making sure to include you. The case you’re on now occasionally results in late nights with a few of the team ordering massive amounts of takeout and working late into the night, camped out in various locations around his living room. You’re always the first to nab the cozy throw blanket off the back of the couch and hunker down into the plush cushions.

Tonight is different. You’ve only been alone with Pike a few times, never for long, and never at his place. Those few times you have been alone were always work related or out at a social function for as long as it took for someone to get back with the next round. By the time you begin to second guess your decision to go over, you’re already in his neighborhood and turning down his street.

You think to yourself that it’s still not too late to turn back. Then Pike’s face from that afternoon comes to mind – those big, brown eyes of his that are usually so full of passion and intelligence had dulled the last few weeks. With your mind made up, you park in front of his townhouse and grab the six-pack from your passenger seat.

A few steps from the front door, you pause when it occurs to you that the windows are darkened. His car is there, but the only light you can see is coming from the fan-shaped window at the top of his door. He might be out, or sleeping – you check your watch – at seven o’clock on a Friday night. Or, he might have somebody over, and having a young-ish female agent from work showing up would just be an awkward mood killer.

You hesitate, then take a step forward, thinking you’ll leave the beer for him and send a text. Shaking your head, you realize that’d just be creepy, and turn around to go back to your car. Just then, you hear his front door open and whirl around to see Pike standing there in a white undershirt and joggers.

“Hey –”

“Hey!” You cut him off, a little too loudly and flinch. “Hey, sorry, um…” You’re not quite sure what to say at this point, it all sounds too dumb. He doesn’t look angry, just a bit bemused by your presence. Thankfully, Marcus ends the awkward silence first.

“Do you want to come in?” Stepping back, Marcus opens the door a bit wider and you can see that he’s barefoot. You’re not sure why you find that endearing.

“Yeah, thanks.” You step inside, noticing that most of the interior lights are off except for a couple at the back of the house. There’s faint noise coming from the TV in the living room. Not sure what else to do, you stand there and awkwardly hold up the six-pack.

“I brought beer.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you.” Marcus politely takes the beer and shuts the door. As he walks back to the kitchen, he asks over his shoulder, “Did I miss a group text about a hangout?”

“No, I just…” Sighing, you hover at the threshold of his kitchen, where he’s opening two of the beer bottles. You decide to lean into the awkwardness and just go for it. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, of course I’m okay. Why do you ask?” Marcus answers far too quickly and casually, so you push.

“You’ve seemed…off lately.” Accepting a beer, you take a swig to steady your nerves. The words all come out in a rush. “Ever since you went to give that deposition. You just haven’t seemed yourself.”

Marcus watches you silently. You shrug, and admit, “I guess I was kind of worried.”

You pause, your stomach in knots, sure now that you’ve just been imagining things, and that you’ve overstepped the limits of your professional relationship. Marcus takes a deep breath and places both hands on the island counter, leaning with his arms straight. He fixes you with an unreadable expression.

“Did the others put you up to this?”

“No!” You assure him, stepping forward and putting your beer bottle on the counter. “Nobody put me up to this. Nobody even knows I’m here.”

Wanting him to believe you, you place a hand on his upper arm, feeling the well developed muscles flex under your touch.

“Really, Marcus. You can talk to me. What’s going on?”

Marcus sniffs, then takes a long pull from his beer.

“Have you ever seen Casablanca?”

~*~*~*~

An hour later, Casablanca plays quietly in the background, and the two of you are settled back on the couch, washing down pizza with more beer.

Turns out Marcus hadn’t expected to see you standing there when he opened his front door. He’d gotten an alert from his doorbell camera and figured it was the pizza delivery guy. You laugh together when he shows you the video captured of your exchange.

“So, wait – you were just sitting here in the dark, watching a classic romance, in your pajamas? Where’s the pint of Ben and Jerry’s?” You’re both laughing at your lighthearted ribbing. You swear Marcus blushes a bit, but the beard and dim lighting makes it hard to tell.

“In the freezer…” You laugh even harder at this revelation. “What? I was saving it for after the pizza!”

“You’ve been holding out on me, Pike?” You give him a playful push with your foot. “Go get it!”

Marcus’ smile looks almost back to normal as he gets up and pads off to the kitchen, returning with a pint of Chunky Monkey and two spoons.

“So,” you start, swallowing your first bite. “Who is she? Or he – I don’t want to assume, of course.”

“Who says there’s anyone at all?” Marcus demures, taking a large spoonful for himself. You sit facing each other on the couch, hunched over the shared ice cream.

“Seriously? The movie, the comfort food, the sweats – it’s Breakup Recovery 101, and you could teach the course.” He chuckles as you knock his spoon away with your own to go after a large piece of walnut.

“I know it’s cliche, but...”

“But it helps,” you finish for him, and he nods. Selflessly, you let him take the chunk of chocolate you were gunning for. The ice cream is starting to make you feel cold and you look around the room.

“What?” Marcus asks, turning his spoon over to lick it clean.

“Where’s the blanket that’s normally here?” You pat its usual spot on the back of the couch.

“Oh, hang on, I’ll get it.” While you dig around for another piece of chocolate, he disappears upstairs. A minute later he’s back with the cozy throw. “Sorry, I usually put it out if I know you’re coming over.”

Marcus spreads the blanket over both your laps while you hold the ice cream out of the way.

“You don’t normally keep it out here?” Marcus shakes his head.

“Nah, I don’t usually need a blanket. But you got cold the first time you came over – for the Superbowl party, I think? I went out and got one so you’d be more comfortable the next time.”

You stare at Marcus, blinking, as he picks through for the good bits. This man, who barely knew you the first time you came over, went out and bought a blanket to keep at his house on the off chance you got cold here again. You don’t even remember saying you were cold at the party, you’d just put on your jacket until the house warmed up a bit. You’re not sure what to make of the feelings stirring inside your chest.

“Thanks, Marcus. That was really thoughtful.” He shrugs in reply.

“I like my friends to be comfortable.” And that’s when you remember Marcus sees you as a friend, and you see him as one too. You swallow around a lump and clear your throat.

“I didn’t even know you’d been seeing anyone. Will you tell me what happened?”

After a deep breath, Marcus tells you everything – about his last assignment, the woman he’d briefly been engaged to when he came to D.C., and the man she stayed behind for. He tells you about seeing both of them when he went to give the deposition. And in return, you tell him what a badass he was for laying it all out for that asshole.

“Well, I don’t know about ‘badass.’ This is so embarrassing, but I actually said I’d grown the beard out for,” he raises his fingers in air quotes, “‘an undercover thing.’”

You try not to laugh, but fail miserably. “Aw, that’s not so bad.” Marcus rolls his eyes.

“No, really! Once after a bad breakup I dyed my hair blue and sent my ex a glitter bomb.” Marcus laughs and tugs playfully at a lock of your hair.

“I bet you looked cute as hell with blue hair.”

“Trust me, I didn’t look nearly as cute with blue hair as you do with a beard.” You reach up and stroke the side of his scruff. The shared laughter fades, and you’re left just looking at each other, taking one another in.

The words bubble up in your chest and flow out, “She was so stupid, Marcus. I bet she doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

Marcus smiles ruefully and ducks his head, and you leave your spoon in the carton so you can take his face in both of your hands. His cheeks are soft and warm under your touch.

“I’m serious. You’re an amazing agent, an incredible friend, and an even better human being. I mean it when I say it’s her loss.”

Marcus’ eyes go soft and he swallows. You realize you’re still holding his face and begin to retreat, but he holds one of your hands in place, his fingers cold from the forgotten ice cream in his lap. Closing his eyes, he takes a breath and turns his face to kiss your palm.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

Your chest is tight from holding back the urge to do – what, you’re not exactly sure. Anything, whatever it takes to bring that smile back to his face and erase the sadness from his eyes. Leaning in, you brush a gentle kiss across his cheek, then another.

And then his lips are on yours, warm and soft, slightly sticky from the ice cream. Marcus is moving, setting the half-melted ice cream on the coffee table and letting your spoons clatter, his lips never leaving yours.

Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer and you can smell the sweetness of the dessert on his beard. When he deepens the kiss, you sigh into his mouth, enjoying how his tongue tastes and feels against yours.

The scratch of the stubble doesn’t hurt, but the hairs on his upper lip tickle at your nose when you suck gently on his bottom lip. He moans, which seems to surprise him, and he pulls away, breathless.

You try to follow but he holds your upper arms while saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry – I shouldn’t have – so many reasons…”

You can see he’s overthinking everything, so you put it plainly.

“I want this, and I want you. Is that how you feel too?”

Marcus says emphatically, “God, yes. But–”

“Let me make you feel good, Marcus.” You press your forehead to his and stroke his cheek. Placing light kisses to the corner of his mouth, then the apple of his cheek, the scruff on his jaw, you add a soft, “Please.”

Marcus inhales sharply through his nose, and his hands flex, tightening their grip on your arms for a second. You lay a kiss at the corner of his eye, the place that crinkles so sweetly when he smiles. Turning his face into yours, he nudges your cheek with the gentle slope of his nose. His arms encircle you, one hand coming up to cup the back of your neck.

“Let me help you forget.”

Smoothing your hands over his chest, you try to slow your breathing. Being in Marcus’ arms, practically in his lap, is making you feel desperate. You’d do anything to make him feel better, anything to make him feel cherished.

“Just for tonight?” A hint of pleading enters your voice. Slowly, you pull your feet under you, kneeling on the couch. Marcus swallows thickly, and when he finally speaks, his words come out hoarse.

“Say it again.”

Not quite sure what he means, you pause for a moment, pulling back to bring him into focus. His pupils are blown, his soft lips parted. Marcus looks as wrecked as you feel.

“Say ‘please’ again.” The words send tingles straight between your legs.

“Please, Marcus.”

It comes out in a whisper, immediately followed by his mouth on yours. His broad chest feels hot under your hands where you grasp the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

He slips his large hands under the hem of your sweatshirt, then molds them to your ass. Putting your arms around the back of his neck, he lifts and helps you clamber over until you're straddling his lap.

“I want to make you feel good too,” he pants between your lips.

Marcus leaves a scorching trail of kisses and licks down your neck until you gasp and grab a fistful of his soft hair to hold him to the spot that makes you dizzy. Feeling the evidence of his growing arousal, you roll your hips to press against him, sighing from the relief the friction gives you. Marcus lets out a soft grunt and pulls you into him again, this time lifting his hips up to meet yours.

Unzipping the loose hoodie you’d intended for the gym, Marcus helps you free your arms from the fitted cuffs and tosses it somewhere on the floor behind you. You’re only wearing a lightweight tank top over your sports bra, and, in the back of your mind, you’re happy you happen to be wearing the nice one that actually makes your tits look good.

Deciding to show them off, you strip the tank top over your head and toss it to the side of the couch you’d been sitting on. Marcus lets out a breath and pauses to admire your body, running his hands up and down your exposed midriff. As his hands caress your breasts, your nipples harden against the soft fabric of your bra, and he swipes a thumb over one causing you to shiver.

Reaching down, you tug the hem of Marcus’ white undershirt up and he leans forward, allowing you to pull it all the way off. You knew his arms were nice, but his chest and shoulders would have made your knees weak if you were standing. His golden skin is dappled with a light sprinkling of freckles down the column of his neck. You lean over to kiss at the base of his throat, feeling it vibrate when he hums, then lick and suck your way across his neck and shoulder.

“Your mouth feels good,” Marcus intones huskily.

Smiling, you nip gently at his earlobe before whispering, “It’ll feel even better on your cock.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “You want to suck my cock?”

In answer, you reach between your bodies and palm his dick through his soft jogging pants, then give it a small stroke. He grunts, then turns his head, capturing your lips in another heated kiss.

When you moan, he deepens the kiss and drags his hot tongue against yours. He tastes so good, you’re reluctant to stop, but the size and heft of him through his pants is too tempting to resist. Sliding a finger into his waistband, you give it a playful tug and feel him smile against your mouth. You slip your hand inside and wrap your fingers around his sizable cock.

“Oh my god,” you murmur, and he huffs a small laugh that gets drawn out into a moan when you grasp him firmly in your fist.

“I'm flattered,” he says lightly, but as you give him a tentative stroke his brow creases and he lets out a soft gasp.

“Trust me, it's not just flattery.” His breath hitches when you stroke him again and he kisses your bare shoulder. You reach down with your other hand and pull his cock free of his pants to give you more freedom of movement.

Glancing down between your bodies, you're disappointed that you can't make out much in the darkness of the living room. Setting a slow, easy pace, Marcus groans and rests his forehead on your shoulder, grabbing a fistful of each ass cheek in his hands.

“Does that feel good?” Your voice comes out low and intimate, almost a whisper.

Nodding, he makes small movements with his hips to thrust up into your hand.

“Do you want more? Do you want my mouth?”

He lets out a guttural moan and nods more empathically, pulling back to kiss you again. Breaking the kiss gently, you slide down between his splayed thighs and kneel before him, the plush rug comfortable under your knees. In this new position, you're more acutely aware of how wet you've been getting.

You can see the top half of his cock trapped between his stomach and waistband, and eagerly reach for him.

“Take this off first,” he instructs softly, toying with the strap of your sports bra with a quirk to his lips.

Smiling, you obey and pull off the tight garment, watching his face to see his reaction. In the dimness of the living room, the light cast from the TV flickers silently across his face, highlighting the cut of his jaw and cheekbones.

“Beautiful,” he whispers to himself, and cups your face in his hand. He drags the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, unconsciously flicking his tongue out to wet his own. You decide you like seeing him from this angle, awaiting his next word or move, basking in his praise.

You grasp at the elastic waistband and Marcus lifts his hips. As his cock is freed, he watches you intensely under heavy lids. Pulling his jogging pants all the way down to his ankles, you let him adjust and get comfortable while you stroke his thighs.

Your mouth waters, impatient to feel the swollen head of his cock slipping past your lips. Grasping the solid weight of him in your fist, you pull up from the base, delighted to see a drop of precum pearl at the tip. Before it can spill over, you lean in and lick the salty substance away.

“Fuck,” Marcus’ hips spasm involuntarily, the head of his cock bumping into your mouth. “Shit, sorry.”

Ignoring his apology, you engulf him in your mouth and swirl your tongue around the ridge, then flick it at the sensitive spot just underneath. Keeping one hand at the base, you gather spit in your mouth and let it drip over the cut head, stroking him a few times to make it nice and slick.

“Jesus,” he whispers, watching you create a seal between your mouth and hand, stroking the length that won’t fit in your mouth. His moans and sighs fill your ears, hands roaming your shoulders and neck, cradling your head, pulling back your hair. He’s holding back, though. Thighs and abs rigid, arms tense, he isn’t giving himself over to the pleasure.

“I want you to use my mouth,” you tell him, then take him back in your mouth. You take one of his hands and place it at the back of your head, giving yourself a push to indicate that he can pull you down if he wants. Marcus groans and gives an experimental push, but stays tense.

Pulling off him again, you stroke the head to keep him stimulated. “Please, Marcus – fuck my mouth.”

“Oh, fuck…” Marcus slowly begins to relax, allowing his hips to buck up and meet your mouth as he gently pulls your face down. “Your mouth, it feels so good, you’re so good.”

He drops his head to rest on the back of the couch. His large hands palm each side of your face and you take him in, all the way to the back of your throat, letting him feel the vibrations of your moans.

“Ah, hnh, fuck…” Every bob of your head and thrust of his hips elicits a grunt or noise in the back of his throat. You’re sure you must be soaking wet now, and you’re tempted to touch yourself while you suck him off.

“Just like that…fuck – so fucking good, baby. Take my cock – ah, yeah…”

The sounds he's making have you moaning and whimpering around his cock, eyes closed, drool coating your mouth and chin.

“I’m not gonna last if you keep that up– ugh, god.”

Clenching your thighs, your hips move involuntarily, trying to get some stimulation to your throbbing clit. You need some relief, and press the heel of your palm to your mound, grinding into it in time with every thrust of Marcus’ cock into your mouth.

“Fuck, are you touching yourself while you suck me off? Does it turn you on that much, taking me deep, feeling me fuck your mouth?”

You answer an mhmm around his cock and look up at him. From the pale light of the TV screen you can see the sheen of perspiration on his chest and forehead, his mouth open, that plump bottom lip quivering slightly.

He meets your eye as he fucks into your mouth. “Shit, that’s so good, baby, don’t stop – your fucking mouth – ah, god, yeah, keep playing with yourself, good girl.”

Good girl.

Your clit throbs and you let out an involuntary moan, your eyes fluttering shut. Nobody has ever called you a ‘good girl’ before, but Marcus’ ceaseless praise activates a part of your brain you didn't know existed.

You need to make Marcus feel good, and you feel driven to perform well enough to earn that ‘good girl’ from him again. You want to taste and swallow his cum as your reward.

Eyes closed again, you press down and relax your jaw, suppressing your gag reflex around the softer glans as you grip the rock hard base of his cock.

“Fuck, I can feel your throat, baby. You still touching yourself?”

You manage to whimper another mhm and nod slightly before he's hitting the back of your throat again. Your pussy is on fire, already clenching around nothing, desperate to take Marcus’ cock.

“Unh, yeah, don’t stop, I love how turned on you are by this. I can’t wait to taste you too – do you want that? You want my mouth too?”

Moaning your assent, you caress a hand over whatever planes of his body you can reach without breaking rhythm, feeling the muscles in his abs and thighs quiver as he thrusts steadily.

“Oohh fuck, yeah – you're taking me so deep, that’s it, that’s … that’s a good girl.”

There it is again, those two words: good girl. A keening sound comes from your throat in response. Head swimming, you'd swear you're drunk off his cock and his words.

Marcus’ voice is getting more strained, wavering from guttural to breathy. His cock swells in your mouth and your eyes water slightly.

“Fuck, baby, you’re getting me so close. Do you want my cum?”

Whimpering, you use both hands to grasp onto his hips, keeping up the pace with your mouth as his hips stutter.

"I’m so close, where do you want it?” His words are rushed and tense, but you never break your stride, moaning around his cock and making your answer obvious.

“Shit. Here it comes – I’m cu–” Marcus doesn’t get a chance to finish his warning before his cock is pulsing and shooting his cum onto the back of your tongue. Letting out a hoarse cry, he grips reflexively to your face and hair as his orgasm rips through him.

“Ah, ahh, yes, take my cum – so good, so fucking good for me…”

As the last shudders ripple through his muscles, he sighs and strokes your face tenderly while you happily milk the last drops of his cum into your mouth. You can’t help feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride in making Marcus feel so good.

Before either of you can catch your breath, Marcus leans over and captures your mouth in a deep kiss. You both moan as his tongue explores your mouth, tasting himself in every corner.

“That was incredible,” he sighs between kisses. “You’re incredible.”

Marcus kisses up your jaw to your ear and whispers, “I want to make you feel just as good…” He drags the tip of his tongue from earlobe to pulsepoint, then makes you lose nearly all your senses as he sucks and nibbles on the sensitive spot.

Still on your knees, Marcus’ assault on your neck has you arched back until you feel the press of the coffee table behind you. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, but you are positioned awkwardly enough that you cling to Marcus for stability, the muscles in his back broad and firm under your hands.

“Bedroom.” It’s the only word you manage to gasp out.

“Upstairs.” His reply would sound casual if not for the heat in his voice.

“Show me.”

Marcus stands, helping you regain your balance on your feet. He kisses your lips again, then pulls back with a sly grin on his face.

“Say, ‘please.’”

Chapter 10 - Coming Soon!

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BlueStar's Year In Review

Thought I might make a blog review post of sorts this year cause it seemed fun.

It's been a very fun year for me on here. I joined tumblr for the gifs, and for fan talk, back in 2015. I mainly focused on the Dominion, 12 Monkeys, and Supernatural shows. All of which have been off air for a while now but I've continued to find fandoms to latch onto, the latest being the Pedro Pascal character fandom.

I've only had good experiences with this fandom since I joined in, starting around July 2022 after finally watching The Mandalorian. I'd seen Pedro in other shows before, but that was the first role I really noticed him in (shame on my younger self for not paying more attention to Marcus Pike before).

Finding out Pedro was going to play Joel Miller in an HBO show that same month, after having discovered/watched the TLOU games in May/June 2022 and being a newfound fan of game Joel, it kinda felt like fate. And then going through most of Pedro's major movies and shows before and during the time The Last of Us show aired solidified my want to be part of the fandom.

This year has seen a shift in my blog in major ways in large part to the Pedro Pascal characters and fandom. It's still very much for reblogging gifs of my favorite characters/shows/movies, but I've now shifted to also being a very fanfic heavy blog, where before I was only posting and reading fics on fanfiction net.

I started writing fanfic for the first time in years because of Din in 2022, but it wasn't until Pedro's version of Joel in January that I started reading fanfic again (since SPN ended) and eventually started writing for other Pedro Pascal characters.

Through reading fanfic about these characters and writing for them I've truly immersed myself in a fandom again and it's been a wonderful distraction, especially with how stressful real life has been in recent years trying to find a job I can live with, and dealing with not liking where I am in life (I thought I'd have more by this age - my own house, family, etc.).

I'm really grateful for those who have had discussions with me and who have read my fics; those who reblogged and left comments and reaction gifs that made me smile (reaction gifs are so fun). While I do write for myself first, every note has given me a serotonin boost, and it has lead to me having my first ever post with 100 notes! (And it's for one of my favorite fics I've written Sweet Summer). Notes aren't everything, but they're worth celebrating! They make me feel like I'm a part of something and not just in the background. I like contributing.