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trashcoraa day ago
Pedro Pascal being the 2021 tumblr top celeb 馃槍馃槍
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Tumblr鈥檚 2021 Year in Review: Pedro Pascal named #1 Celeb
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flightlessangelwings2 days ago
Here For You
Joel Miller x fem!reader x Frankie Morales
Word count: 3.9k
Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, threesome, pussy eating contest, multiple orgasms, soft Joel and Frankie, Triple Frontier au but Last of Us canon compliant, Joel/reader established relationship, no use of y/n
Notes: This is dedicated to @middimidoris鈥 who gave me this idea forever ago and I finally finished it! I loved this idea so much too and I had a lot of fun writing it so I hope y鈥檃ll enjoy this! Feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates鈥嬄
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Calm nights like this were rare in this world, but you and Joel savored them whenever you could. It was exceptionally special when you had the guys over and you spent time with them. The day that Will and Benny showed up in Jackson was a pleasant surprise since Joel hadn鈥檛 seen his cousins in many years. And they had their friends Santiago and Frankie with them, whom聽 you all immediately accepted into your community and your family.聽
Joel looked relaxed and at peace as he played a game of cards with the guys. Laughter filled the room as they all sipped on drinks that you had gotten from a group of travelers that passed through a week ago. You sat in Joel鈥檚 lap and played with his hair as you acted as his good luck charm while he concentrated on the cards in his hands. It was nice to see everyone so calm and relaxed, and it made your heart swell in your chest.
It beat especially fast whenever you caught the eye of Frankie Morales. He was quieter than the rest of the group, but you found yourself immediately drawn to him. Soft eyes, a sharp nose, and a kind smile made your breath hitch in your throat every time. You were happily married to Joel, and you would never do anything to hurt or betray him, but you found that you fantasized about what it would be like to be with both men.
Of course, Joel noticed the change in your demeanor from the start, and the two of you ended up having a long conversation about your feelings. During that talk, Joel surprised you with a proposition and you both decided that tonight would be the night that you brought the offer up to Frankie.
鈥淩oyal flush,鈥 Joel set his cards down with pride as he beamed at you and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, 鈥淭hanks to my good luck charm.鈥
You giggled softly as his beard tickled your skin and you kissed your husband back as the rest of the guys groaned in defeat. It wasn鈥檛 long after that they all shuffled away for the night and one by one they all left yours and Joel鈥檚 home after receiving hugs from both of you. But, there was one person who lingered.
After you bid the Miller brothers and Santi goodbye, you went into the kitchen with the intention of cleaning up a bit when you found Frankie had beaten you to it, 鈥淔rankie?鈥! You explained softly, 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to do that,鈥 you insisted as you crossed the room and stood next to him.
鈥淚t鈥檚 no problem,鈥 he spoke in his soft tone as he looked over at you, 鈥淚 don鈥檛 mind helping since you took care of us all night.鈥
You swallowed hard as you gently took a glass out of his hand. It almost felt like a spark when your fingers brushed against his. His eyes met yours for a brief moment and you swore you felt a jolt of electricity between you both. You glanced over your shoulder and saw that Joel leaned against the doorway as he watched you with a soft smile. The two of you shared a knowing look and Joel nodded to you before you turned your attention back to Frankie.
鈥淗ey Frankie,鈥 you started after a deep breath, 鈥淟isten, Joel and I were talking and鈥 We couldn鈥檛 help but notice you seem kinda sad. How long has it been since you got laid?鈥
Frankie鈥檚 eyes went wide as all the air left his lungs and he almost dropped the dish he held, 鈥淲-what鈥?鈥 he stuttered as he looked over at Joel with a questioning look in his eyes. Clearly, this was the last thing he expected you to say, and as much as Frankie was attracted to you, he never wanted to overstep his boundaries or disrespect either you or Joel at all.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 alright,鈥 Joel reassured him as he stepped into the room, 鈥淲e talked it over. I trust you with my wife.鈥
You grinned at Joel before you turned your gaze back to Frankie, 鈥淚 promise it鈥檚 ok, Frankie,鈥 you reached out and held his forearm, 鈥淵ou can talk to us. And鈥︹ you suddenly felt more shy, 鈥淵ou can join us if you want.鈥
Frankie鈥檚 mind raced a mile a minute. You weren鈥檛 wrong in your observation that it had been some time since he got laid. Truthfully, for a while it was the last thing on his mind. But since he and the guys came to Jackson, life felt a little more normal and the fantasy of being with both you and Joel slowly seeped into his mind.
But, Frankie was a giver through and through, and the words spilled form his lips before his mind caught up to him, 鈥淎ctually,鈥 he spoke softly, 鈥淢ore than anything I鈥檝e been dying to eat pussy again.鈥
His confession took both you and Joel by surprise, but you both quickly broke into bright smiles as you closed in on Frankie on either side. You caressed Frankie鈥檚 arm as you felt Joel鈥檚 hand over yours. Heat rose in your body, and you felt a fire radiate from both men on your hand.
鈥淲ell now that鈥檚 something Joel is very proficient in,鈥 you cooed with a sly smile on your face, 鈥淢aybe we can have a little friendly challenge?鈥
鈥淲hatever you want baby,鈥 Joel鈥檚 voice rumbled against you and Frankie as his tone dropped, 鈥淚鈥檓 up for it.鈥
Frankie swallowed hard as he felt both yours and Joel鈥檚 breath against his skin. But instead of feeling nervous, Frankie felt emboldened with the two of you on either side of him, 鈥淏ring it on,鈥 he replied with a smirk of his own.
You glanced between him and Joel as you slid your hands into theirs and led them up the stairs. The dishes sat in the sink completely forgotten as you felt a rush of anticipation and need through your veins. The moment you all got to the top of the stairs, you turned around and you kissed Joel first. He moaned into your mouth as he immediately wrapped his arms around you and deepened the kiss. Frankie watched with a burning gaze as you tangled tongues with your husband before you broke away and grabbed a fistful of his shirt.
Before he could react, Frankie felt your lips crash against his and you moaned against his mouth. He stood frozen for a moment before he remembered you and Joel were both ok with this and he finally let himself relax into the kiss. Frankie rested his hands on your hips as you parted your lips for him and he groaned when he tasted a mix of you and Joel on your tongue. Joel mumbled soft encouragement as he caressed both you and Frankie.
鈥淲ho do you want first, baby?鈥 Joel asked as he tugged at your shirt.
You let him pull it off and placed a soft kiss on his lips before you turned to Frankie, 鈥淚 want Frankie first.鈥
Frankie鈥檚 heart pounded in his chest as you gently pushed him back into your and Joel鈥檚 shared bedroom while you both yanked his shirt up. He let you both strip him as you all shuffled into the room. Once you crossed the threshold, however, both men turned their attention to you as they showered you with soft kisses while they pulled and tugged at the rest of your clothes.
Once you were completely naked for them, Frankie audibly gasped, 鈥淲ow鈥︹
Joel couldn鈥檛 help the chuckle that escaped his lips, 鈥淪he鈥檚 beautiful ain鈥檛 she?鈥 he purred against your face.
鈥淪o beautiful,鈥 Frankie echoed as his eyes soaked in the sight of you before him.
鈥淵ou know, you ain鈥檛 so bad yourself,鈥 Joel commented with a playful tone in his voice, which suddenly flustered Frankie again.
鈥淵ou are beautiful, Frankie,鈥 you agreed as you ran your hands up and down his torso and closed the gap between your bodies in another heated kiss.
鈥淥n the bed, baby,鈥 Joel reminded you of their little competition as he gave your ass a squeeze.
You laughed softly into Frankie鈥檚 mouth before you turned back to Joel, 鈥淵ou鈥檙e overdressed,鈥 you commented as you unbuttoned his shirt.
Joel let you strip him of his shirt before he stopped you, 鈥淟ater, baby,鈥 he groaned as he guided you toward the bed, 鈥淔irst, we gotta take care of you.鈥
The three of you shuffled onto the bed with you in the middle of the two men. You laid on your back and Joel positioned himself behind you. Frankie settled awkwardly between your parted legs and his breath hitched in his throat as he got a glimpse of your pussy for the first time. You were absolutely exquisite, and he could tell how wet you were already.
鈥淵ou wanna taste me, Frankie?鈥 you breathed as you rested yourself on Joel鈥檚 lap.
鈥淚 do, baby,鈥 Frankie answered right away, but he was hypnotized by your body. His eyes looked glazed over as he licked his lips and leaned down over you. But, before he even touched you, he paused and looked back up into your eyes, 鈥淵ou sure you鈥檙e ok with this?鈥
Your chest rose and fell with your heavy breaths, 鈥淚鈥檓 sure,鈥 you whispered and you felt Joel squeeze your shoulders in reassurance, 鈥淧lease, Frankie.鈥
That was all he needed and Frankie dipped his head down and dove into your cunt. You arched your back and cried out in pleasure as you felt his tongue all along your folds and if it wasn鈥檛 for Joel鈥檚 strong grip of you, you were sure you would have flown off the bed.
鈥淚 got you, baby,鈥 Joel murmured as he held you tightly. His cock strained in his pants as he watched the way Frankie devoured you and how you moaned in sure bliss.
Frankie was talented with his tongue for sure, and he ran it up and down your pussy in deliberate motions before he took your clit into his mouth. You screamed as he sucked hard on all the sensitive spots of your cunt and you dug your fingers into Joel鈥檚 skin as a way to ground yourself. Curses flowed from your lips as Frankie rolled his tongue along your body.
When his tongue hit your clit at just the right angle, you screamed even louder, and both men knew you were close. Joel watched with an intense gaze as he studied every little expression you made while Frankie continued to lick and suck at your pussy. Joel clenched his jaw as he felt more turned on than he expected; there was something about watching you fall apart that went right to Joel鈥檚 cock.
鈥淔rankie鈥 I鈥檓鈥︹ you couldn鈥檛 even finish your warning before you came with a loud scream. Your entire body shook as you fell apart on his tongue, and Frankie didn鈥檛 let up until he had pulled every ounce of orgasm from your body.
When he finally broke away, you flopped down onto the bed, and immediately you felt two pairs of hands on you. They gently caressed your body and placed soft kisses wherever聽 they could reach as you came down from your first high of the night. Frankie kissed along your inner thigh as he made his way up your body while Joel kissed your neck and shoulder and squeezed your breasts softly.聽
鈥淔uck,鈥 you breathed as you opened your eyes.
鈥淲as that good, baby?鈥 Joel asked with a mischievous hint to his tone.
You laughed as you pushed yourself up to sit and cupped Frankie鈥檚 jaw, 鈥淰ery,鈥 you closed the gap between your faces and kissed him deeply. Frankie swallowed your moan when you tasted yourself on him. You shivered when Joel kissed his way along your spine and his beard tickled your skin.
When you broke away from Frankie, you turned back to your husband and kissed him just as deeply, 鈥淵our turn.鈥
鈥淵es ma鈥檃m,鈥 Joel groaned against you as he reluctantly got up off the bed and away from your body.
You all couldn鈥檛 help the soft laughter as the two men changed positions. It was awkward and silly, but still hot and fun. And as they both stood, you noticed how rock hard they both were, which only turned you on more. Frankie positioned himself behind you where Joel once sat while your husband dropped to his knees before you. You sat yourself more upright as you leaned back into Frankie鈥檚 chest and you sighed contently when he wrapped his arms around you.
Joel started slowly and placed feather-light kisses up the length of your leg. You let out a soft moan as you dropped your head in the crook of Frankie鈥檚 neck. He immediately leaned in and kissed the exposed skin there while he fondled your breasts. The action only made you moan louder, and both men got more emboldened the more you cried out.
Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt Joel鈥檚 beard against your cunt. His thick facial hair always added to the sensations whenever he ate your pussy, but today it was heightened even more from how sensitive you were after having come once already. Without any words needed, Joel was aware of your over sensitivity and he started very gently.
He darted his tongue out and softly licked his way up your folds. You mewled and writhed as he teased you with his tongue, and you held onto Frankie for dear life as Joel slowly picked up his pace.
鈥淧lease,鈥 you begged, unsure of what exactly you begged for.
A low grumble of laughter rolled from Joel鈥檚 chest as he gave into your plea. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and engulfed your cunt with his mouth. A loud moan from deep within you echoed throughout the room as Joel licked and sucked at your sensitive pussy. Frankie peppered kisses all along your skin while Joel continued his attack on your pussy with his tongue.
Between how soft and careful they both were with you and how talented both men were with their tongues, you felt an ecstasy unlike anything you ever experienced before. Emotions ran high as you surrendered yourself to both Joel and Frankie and your moans and cries quickly hit a high pitch. Joel slurped loudly as he flicked his tongue against your clit and he knew from how you moaned that you wouldn't last much longer.
Joel tightened his grip on your thighs as he licked and sucked at your clit even harder. He was determined that you would cum harder on his tongue than Frankie鈥檚 and he loved it whenever you soaked his beard with your release. It didn鈥檛 take much longer until Joel got his wish and you trembled around him as you came with another loud scream. Frankie held you tight as you rode out your climax on Joel鈥檚 tongue while he greedily lapped up everything you offered him.
When your moans turned into whimpering, Joel released you and he took a moment and licked up every drop of your juices from his beard. Heavy breaths from all three of you filled the room and Frankie watched you and Joel in total awe. You kept your eyes closed as you enjoyed the tender affections from both men as they lightly stroked your body. But, as you slumped back against Frankie again, you were reminded that while you came twice, neither of them had any attention paid to them.
鈥淗ey,鈥 you whispered as you opened your eyes and sat up with a groan, 鈥淲hat about you guys?鈥 you gestured to the obvious bulges in both their pants. While you had been stripped completely nude, Frankie and Joel never had the chance to take off their pants since they were too preoccupied with pleasuring you.
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to worry about me,鈥 Frankie insisted, 鈥淭his was already so great.鈥
You looked over your shoulder at him with pleading eyes before you turned back to Joel and gave him the same expression, 鈥淧lease. I want you both to fuck me.鈥 When both men sighed, you grinned and knew they were putty in your hands.
鈥淎lright baby,鈥 Joel stroked your thighs, 鈥淗ow do you want us?鈥
鈥淪ince you鈥檙e there, Joel I want you to fuck me and Frankie I want you in my mouth.鈥
The two men shared a look before they stood and slid their pants off their bodies in a lighting fast rush. You laughed as they suddenly seemed more than eager to be inside you, and you felt yourself clench at the thought of being filled by both of them. Joel and Frankie wordlessly guided you onto your back as they positioned themselves on either side of you.
鈥淚f it gets too much, baby,鈥 Joel ran his hand up and down your legs as he hiked you up and lined his cock up at your entrance, 鈥淪ay the word and we stop.鈥
Frankie cupped your chin and tilted your head to face him and nodded in agreement. The sincere look in his soft brown eyes made you melt and you swallowed hard as you nodded. Without another word, you parted your lips for him and a gasp escaped you as Joel slowly pushed into you. Frankie stayed still for several moments as he watched as Joel entered you inch by inch.
It wasn鈥檛 until you pulled him closer to your face that Frankie finally remembered about himself and he held his cock in his hand as he guided it into your mouth. You darted your tongue out and wrapped your lips around the tip. Joel let out a groan when he felt you clench around him and Frankie gasped as you ran your tongue along his length. Your moan was muffled as Frankie rocked his hips against your face and carefully slid into your mouth.
Your warmth engulfed both men and they groaned softly as they both thrust in and out of you in tandem. It didn鈥檛 take them long to find their rhythm and they were both just as mesmerized at how well you took them both. Frankie鈥檚 eyes moved from his cock in your mouth to Joel鈥檚 in your pussy before his gaze trailed up Joel鈥檚 body and met his eyes. His mouth dropped open as he lost himself in the moment as heat rose in the room.
With all the buildup and anticipation, it didn鈥檛 take long for all three of you to feel your climaxes approach. Your moans were muffled by Frankie鈥檚 cock, but he could tell from the pitch that you were close again, and he caressed your breasts as he rocked into your faster.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 it baby,鈥 Joel groaned as he felt his own release quickly build up within him.
In a miraculous feat, all three of you hit your orgasms one right behind the other. You were too lost in your emotions and feelings to even know who came first, but you moaned against Frankie鈥檚 cock as you felt your body let go in a third powerful orgasm while both men filled you with their releases. Moans and groans from Joel and Frankie filled the room as they leaned forward and rested their foreheads against each other while they rode out their own climaxes in your body.
But just as they started to come down from their highs, cries and whimpers from you brought both Joel and Frankie back quicker and they immediately turned their attention to you.
鈥淗ey, it鈥檚 ok honey,鈥 Frankie cooed as he carefully pulled out of your mouth and leaned over and held your head in his hands. He wiped away the tears that fell while Joel pulled out from your now sore pussy as carefully as he could.
鈥淲e鈥檙e here for you, baby,鈥 Joel placed a hand on your stomach while the other held onto your hip. Both men showered you with kisses as they pulled you up to sit and sandwiched you between their bodies.
Your sobs continued as you felt so wonderfully overstimulated. But, you slowly calmed down as you felt the love and affection from both of them and soon your cries turned into slow, deep breaths. You had never felt safer than right now, between your husband, Joel, and your best friend turned lover, Frankie. The two men made sure you were taken care of as they whispered praises in your ear about how beautiful you were and how well you did for them. It was a moment of pure bliss that you wouldn鈥檛 trade for anything in the world.
鈥淵ou alright?鈥 You weren鈥檛 even sure who it was that whispered that. Perhaps it was both of them.
You took another deep breath before you opened your eyes and you wanted to cry all over again from the looks of pure adoration and concern on both Joel and Frankie鈥檚 faces. 鈥淚鈥檓 ok,鈥 when they didn鈥檛 look convinced you repeated yourself in a stronger voice, 鈥淚鈥檓 ok now.鈥
Looks of relief came across both their faces and Joel leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips while Frankie kissed the top of your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you, 鈥淕ood,鈥 they both breathed.
鈥淭hat was amazing,鈥 you sounded tired as you yawned and shifted yourself so that you laid down, 鈥淛ust鈥 wow鈥︹ you mumbled with a silly grin on your face.
Joel guided you and laid down next to you while he pulled you in close to his body. Frankie stayed upright and just watched as the two of you settled in your bed. With one last kiss on the top of your head, Frankie rolled over and stood up before he looked around for his clothes from the pile on the floor.
鈥淲hat are you doing, Frankie?鈥 Joel asked.
鈥淚 was just gonna鈥︹
Joel cut off his thought, 鈥淚 just shared my wife with you. I'm alright sharing my bed with you too man,鈥 he patted the empty space on the other side of you where Frankie once laid, 鈥淪tay.鈥
Frankie looked at Joel with those big brown eyes for a moment before he decided to take him up on his offer. As he watched Joel hold you, Frankie noticed that you had already fallen asleep and he was careful and quiet as he slid back into bed. Joel and Frankie nestled themselves on either side of you as they both held you close and safe in their arms. Frankie even rested his hand over Joel鈥檚 arm as he held onto him as well as you.
Just as they were about to fall asleep themselves, a thought popped into Joel鈥檚 head, 鈥淲e never heard who the winner was,鈥 he commented playfully which made Frankie laugh, 鈥淕uess we鈥檒l have to have a rematch then if she鈥檚 up for it,鈥 Joel suggested with a gleam in his eye.
鈥淚鈥檓 up for it if you are, old man,鈥 Frankie retorted with a smile.
Joel rolled his eyes playfully as he gave Frankie鈥檚 hand a soft squeeze, 鈥淰ery funny,鈥 the two men shared a laugh as you slept soundly between them, 鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you get some sleep now?鈥
Frankie nodded as he rested his hand on the pillow right next to you. It didn鈥檛 take long for sleep to claim him as well and within minutes Frankie joined you in dreamland. Joel stayed awake for some time and watched over the both of you as he savored the moment of peace. He leaned over and placed a final kiss on your temple before he brushed a lock of hair out of Frankie鈥檚 eyes in a tender show of affection before he finally let himself rest as well.聽
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pajamasecretsa day ago
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Pedro Pascal and Lena Headey for Hunger TV, 2014.
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whisky-soul2 days ago
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Came across this one again yesterday. Pedro and the cheerleading squad. 馃榿鉂わ笍
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ezrasbirdie22 hours ago
Make My Wish Come True (i) [plus size fem reader x actor!Marcus Pike]
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summary: You鈥檙e a NYT bestselling author with a consulting gig on a movie adaptation of your most recent book series. In a truly unbelievable Christmas rom-com-style turn of events, production begins just after Thanksgiving, leaving you on set through the holidays with the lead actor you鈥檝e had a huge crush on for years, Marcus Pike. He鈥檚 the sweetest guy in the business鈥攕o why does it feel like he鈥檚 avoiding you?
rating: T [for now, will eventually move into E; warnings: extremely self-indulgent i'm so sorry, weight issues, food talk, MISCOMMUNICATION bc i know people hate that shit but if you've read anything of mine you know i love it, a little angst, alternate universe]
pairing: actor!Marcus Pike x writer!plus size!fem reader
word count: ~6.6k
note: Hello all! This is a re-work of an early fic of mine, Truly Madly Deeply, which is not my best work but I loved the concept, so I wanted to rework it into something I could be more proud of. You can read the original on Ao3, if you're so inclined. An aside: this fic is heavily Christmas-focused, coming from my culturally Christian upbringing (as in, I've never been super religious, but always celebrated Christmas in that kind of secular, I-like-pretty-lights way). I totally get if that is not your cup of tea. In no way do I think that Christmas is the only holiday during this time of year, and I've tried to be sensitive to that as we get further into the fic. Big thanks to @starlightmornings for the beta, and to @mothandpidgeon for putting up with my mini-meltdown this morning over this piece. Also, I know very little about the film industry, so like, roll with it ok pls ty I've done research but I am also dumb.
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November 26th.
You wanted to get that date framed, or painted, or something. It was the first day of production on a movie based on a book you wrote. A best-selling book you wrote. The first book in the best-selling series you wrote. And for the next six weeks鈥攏ot including the week of Christmas鈥攜our only job was to hang out on set and answer questions.
You should have been much more excited than you were.
Not that you weren鈥檛 absolutely thrilled to have this happen, but you were in Los Angeles for the first time in your life, and it was very different from your Southern home state. For instance, you had yet to see anyone who looked anything like you in the areas you鈥檇 ventured. Everyone was very thin, dressed in very expensive clothes, with perfect makeup and perfect accessories. Everyone you encountered had just stepped out of a magazine.
And then there was you. Despite your recent success, you preferred a laid back look consisting of Torrid and Old Navy鈥攐r any store you could find plus size clothing that didn鈥檛 make you look like a frumpy old lady.
It wasn鈥檛 like they made couture in your size, after all.
If you ignored the sideways glances and judgmental eye rolls, it wasn鈥檛 so bad. The film executives and public relations folks and anyone trying to woo you were perfectly friendly.
You鈥檇 given up most of your life to pursue your love of writing, and couldn鈥檛 believe it had finally come to this. And so, because of that, you choked down that old fear of being perceived and moved forward, allowing yourself to be positively giddy when the studio sent a sleek black SUV to pick you up from the two-bedroom rental they鈥檇 provided.
You鈥檇 done meticulous research on the entire cast, giving your input on who you鈥檇 imagined while writing. You knew it was unlikely that you鈥檇 get Yara Shahidi or Ryan Reynolds, but you鈥檇 given your blessing to an up-and-coming young actress named Stormy Palmer and, by some wild stroke of luck, Marcus Pike. Famous for more artsy roles, you knew he鈥檇 be perfect as the moody but sweet Alexander.
You鈥檇 had a ridiculous crush on the man since he guest-starred on one of your favorite TV shows. The closer you got to meeting him, the more you wished you鈥檇 never heard of him at all. It wouldn鈥檛 do to have a crush on a man you鈥檇 be working with. You tried to get over it, but your mouth still went dry at the thought of him.
December was Stormy鈥檚 first major on-screen role. Her manager emailed you the week before you got into town, requesting a meeting. You鈥檇 clicked immediately, and the two of you ended up hanging out most of the last five days.
鈥淚 haven鈥檛 had much time to read in the last few years,鈥 she鈥檇 admitted sheepishly, as though you鈥檇 expected her to read your books.
鈥淥f course not, hon, you鈥檝e been busy. I understand. I rarely have time to read myself,鈥 you assured her. Your lack of judgment warmed her to you.
She picked your brain about her character and you picked hers about acting and living in L.A. It was nice to have a friend out here. An introverted Southern girl, you were out of your element. Everyone was friendly in an intimidating, busy way, and you had a hard time recognizing if people were genuine.
Stormy, to your delight, seemed to be of the genuine variety.
Today you鈥檇 meet the rest of the cast and crew, and filming would start next week. Most of the casting process and screenwriting adaptation happened without you, but you were grateful for it. You weren鈥檛 a screenwriter or a casting director, and they changed nothing too drastic, so far. If you were honest with yourself, you didn鈥檛 know what you were doing here. You were just grateful for the experience.
The black SUV pulled up to the curb on the busy LA street in front of your hotel at an ungodly hour.
鈥淕ood morning, miss,鈥 the driver said as he got out of the car and opened the door for you. You stared for a moment as you got your bearings. Not that you鈥檇 never had a car service before, but he was so formal. You weren鈥檛 used to people waiting for you. 鈥淒o you need help with your bags?鈥
鈥淣o, thank you,鈥 you said, clutching your ratty blue backpack. You鈥檇 meant to buy a new bag before you came out here, but couldn鈥檛 seem to let this one go. It had been there for you through college and through all three books. 鈥淚鈥檓 fine.鈥
He nodded and stood back so you could climb in, the scent of leather filling your nose. It took forty-five minutes to get to the studio lot. You鈥檇 discovered, to your horror, driving anywhere in L.A. took forever. Not that you were driving. You didn鈥檛 have a car here, and you didn鈥檛 plan on getting one. You took Uber when you didn鈥檛 have a driver, or had things delivered.
You didn鈥檛 enjoy driving in your little hometown, and you had no plans to attempt it here. You were at the mercy of strangers for the next six weeks, and you were still getting used to it.
The enjoyable part about not driving yourself was taking in the surroundings. The city was amid decorating for Christmas, stringing colorful lights on the palms and setting up sixteen-foot Christmas trees on the sidewalks.
Even at this early hour, people were up and about, all of them looking like they had somewhere to be. You slumped down in your seat.
鈥淲ould you like to stop for coffee, miss?鈥 Your driver asked. You perked up.
鈥淵ou got it.鈥
You introduced yourself.
鈥淚鈥檓 Steve,鈥 he said. He was an older guy around your father鈥檚 age.
鈥淚t鈥檚 nice to meet you, Steve,鈥 you said. He seemed momentarily put off, and you wondered if you鈥檇 committed some West Coast faux pas.
鈥淚t鈥檚 nice to meet you, too,鈥 he said. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e very polite. Not a lot of people I drive who introduce themselves.鈥
You frowned.
鈥淲ell, that鈥檚 not very nice.鈥
He smiled at you in the rear-view mirror.
鈥淣o, miss, I don鈥檛 suppose it is.鈥
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You arrived at a studio lot with a venti peppermint mocha. Steve told you to have a good day and that he鈥檇 see you tomorrow morning, and dropped you off with a production assistant. You were in your thirties, had a master鈥檚 degree, several published books, and a movie being made of one; yet standing there with your hands gripping the straps of your backpack, you felt very much like a kid being dropped off for a field trip.
No one told you much of anything about how it would work, other than profuse promises that you be 鈥渢aken care of,鈥 and you assumed you鈥檇 get a table to sit at when they didn鈥檛 need you. To your pleasant surprise, the production assistant, who introduced herself as Maeve, showed you to your own trailer. Maybe you wouldn鈥檛 need those noise-cancelling headphones after all.
On the way to your trailer, she explained how unusual it was to shoot during the holidays.
鈥淭hat makes sense,鈥 you said. 鈥淒o you know why they decided on now?鈥
鈥淭hought you might know,鈥 she grinned. 鈥淚 heard the director wanted to use the atmosphere. Thought it would come off more authentic. It鈥檚 actually kind of great. I thought I鈥檇 be completely waiting tables this year through December, but then I landed this gig.鈥
鈥淚s it usually like that?鈥 You asked, interested in every bit.
鈥淚t鈥檚 my first year,鈥 she said, 鈥渂ut the other P.A.s said it鈥檚 usually a nightmare trying to square your finances away for the end of the year. Here we are!鈥
鈥淭his is great,鈥 you said, following her into the little trailer.
鈥淭hey said you needed the quiet to write.鈥
You nodded happily and set your backpack down on a small brown couch bolted into the wall. A mini-fridge sat to your right with a microwave on top of it. Two bolted-in brown leather chairs sat directly across from you. A vanity with a lighted mirror was in the corner with enough counter space for you to use it as a desk. You even had a tiny private bathroom with a shower. The cabinets and counters were a bit dated, and you suspected Marcus Pike and Jessica King had better lodgings, but you weren鈥檛 going to say a word about it. You were just happy to be invited.
鈥淚t鈥檚 perfect,鈥 you breathed. She broke into a wide smile, relief flooding her face like she鈥檇 been waiting for a complaint.
After telling you there was a breakfast planned for nine a.m. and that she鈥檇 be back for you, she left you there to settle in. You opened your laptop, intent on doing some outline, but you couldn鈥檛 concentrate. Instead, you Googled the cast again for the fiftieth time. And by the cast, you meant Marcus Pike.
He just seemed so kind, like he enjoyed drawing people out of their shells. You could use a little energy like that.
You slammed your laptop closed when someone banged on your door. It was only seven-thirty.
鈥淐ome in!鈥
鈥淗ey, neighbor!鈥 Stormy said, in full makeup and costume, and you gasped. She was perfect. Exactly as you鈥檇 always imagined.
鈥淲ardrobe test!鈥
鈥淥h, my God. You look unbelievable! It鈥檚 like she鈥檚 right here,鈥 you said.
Stormy beamed. You knew better than to hug her and ruin her perfectly placed costume, so you just stared at her with tears in your eyes. Seeing your baby come to life was amazing.
She scanned the room, 鈥淭his is much nicer than mine.鈥
Your mouth fell open as you tried to parse whether she was serious.
鈥淚鈥攄o you want to see if we can switch? I really don鈥檛 need鈥攔eally thought I鈥檇 be getting a table in the back of the soundstage鈥斺 you babbled.
Stormy grinned. 鈥淣o, silly. I鈥檓 just playing with you. I鈥檓 in the other suite. We鈥檙e literally next-door neighbors. I鈥檝e got the same dated cherry wood.鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 scare me like that,鈥 you scolded.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry, girl! You know I was kidding, right?鈥 Stormy said, giving you a hug. 鈥淥kay, I gotta go. I鈥檒l see you at breakfast.鈥
鈥淪ounds good,鈥 you said.
鈥淎nd make sure you keep your phone locked, hon. We all Google each other, but you don鈥檛 want him to see it,鈥 she said with a sly grin.
You gaped at her again, realizing you鈥檇 had IMDb up your phone. Marcus鈥檚 smiling face peered up at you. Curse your habit of looking up things on the phone and the laptop simultaneously.
She winked and left, her perfectly done ponytail whipping through the door, leaving you cringing at your own awkwardness.
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Everyone was there. Actors, studio executives, writers, the director, the producers. Everyone had bright teeth and luminous skin and everyone was so thin.
And then there you were, with no idea what to do other than try to blend into the wall. Three people had mistaken you for some kind of assistant or another until you flashed your little 鈥淐reator鈥 badge. They all seemed unimpressed, but left you alone.
There was a massive spread of food on the conference table in front of you. You鈥檇 long since finished your coffee and your stomach begged for mercy. But no one else was eating, and you certainly would not be the fat girl who eats first. Absolutely not. In fact, as you looked around at the other occupants of the room, you didn鈥檛 know if you were going to eat any of this at all.
Or anything ever again.
You leaned against a wall as a woman started talking鈥攁 producer, maybe鈥攖rying to make yourself as small as you could, hoping to go unnoticed and anonymous.
Predictably, you had no such luck.
The producer called out your name, and you blanched when every head in the room whipped in your direction like a hydra with rows and rows of bleached teeth. Your meek wave did not pacify her, and you panicked as she asked you to come up to the front.
You were in high school again, walking that slow death march to the front to solve the math equation on the board. You tried to summon your courage, recalling the many speaking engagements and book signings and conferences you鈥檇 attended in the past.
But it was different there. You were welcome at those events. People were there for you.
Here? No one knew who you were, and no one cared. To most of them, you were an intruder, and it wouldn鈥檛 bother you so much if you didn鈥檛 have to talk to so many of them. Stormy, to her credit, stood at the front and clapped. Marcus Pike stood next to her, a polite but preoccupied smile plastered on his face. Indifferent, even. Everyone was busy, and you were taking up all their time. You鈥檇 never been more self-conscious.
And, of course, Marcus was even more beautiful in person. Gorgeous in a way that made it hard to look directly at him, but impossible to look away. A sharp, strong nose and chiseled jaw; huge brown eyes that sparkled like little stars, deep constellations pulling you to him. Plump, pink lips with a dip in the middle of his bottom lip you imagined, for a moment, pressing your thumb into. His white t-shirt hugged his broad shoulders, and you wondered how anyone could make something so simple look so good.
So you looked at Stormy instead, rather than embarrass yourself by drooling.
The producer explained your role and your eyes darted around the room, still smiling, your least favorite nervous habit. If people thought you were nice, it鈥檇 make them warm up to you. It worked in the South. This tactic, unfortunately, did not appear to work in L.A.
A few people whispered back and forth. Marcus looked at his watch, and you wanted to melt into the ground. The producer finished her spiel and asked you to say a few words.
God, why?
鈥淚鈥擨鈥檓 not much of a speaker,鈥 you lied, desperate to end this. 鈥淏ut I鈥檓 really excited to be here. I鈥檒l try my best to stay out of everyone鈥檚 way...and be as useful as possible. I鈥檓 really looking forward to working with everyone.鈥
You made accidental eye contact with Marcus, and he smiled. He smiled. Warmth bloomed in your chest and you smiled back, softer this time鈥攁 genuine smile. Stormy clapped enthusiastically, and you broke into a grin.
There was a polite smattering of applause, and you went back to your spot on the wall, relieved it was over. The breakfast spread went untouched, and you resolved to eat the granola bar in your backpack when you returned to your trailer.
Maeve came up to you as everyone cleared the room. She showed you a clipboard with your schedule. It was full of back-to-back meetings鈥攐ne with the full cast and crew at noon, and then with the screenwriters for the rest of the evening for a final review. Tomorrow, you had one-on-one consultations with the actors about their characters. Then you鈥檇 leave for the weekend and come back on Monday.
It already seemed like too much.
Scanning the page, the blood drained from your face as you saw a one-on-one with Marcus Pike at five-thirty P.M the next day. If you were honest with yourself, you had no idea actors did one-on-one meetings. You figured they had handlers or producers鈥攕omeone around to rein them in.
鈥淒o I have time to go back to my dressing room? I need to grab my bag.鈥
Maeve took pity on you and walked you back to your trailer. Thank God, because you鈥檇 completely lost your bearings and were not looking forward to trying to find your way back.
鈥淚s this the first movie you鈥檝e consulted on?鈥 Maeve asked as the two of you walked through the busy set.
You nodded. 鈥淭his is the first book in my series. There might be more later, but I guess I just didn鈥檛 realize it was so involved?鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 usually not,鈥 she conceded. 鈥淚 think you got lucky.鈥
鈥淚 there something I should do differently? It felt weird in there,鈥 you asked, hoping she could pick up your meaning.
鈥淎ctors are like that,鈥 she shrugged. 鈥淓veryone鈥檚 busy, and sometimes they鈥檙e shooting two different things at once. And鈥︹ She trailed off, looking uncomfortable.
鈥淲hat is it?鈥
鈥淲ell, from what the other P.A.s have said, a lot of the time when an author is on set, it鈥檚 kind of a vanity thing. They鈥檙e allegedly consulting, but really it鈥檚 just to be an extra in a scene and it takes up a bunch of time because none of them know how to be on camera. I know that鈥檚 not why you鈥檙e here!鈥 She added quickly, seeing the horrified look on your face.
鈥淚 just wanted to help,鈥 you said. Maeve gave you a big smile full of straight, white teeth. Everyone in this town is beautiful, you thought, even the production assistants.
鈥淭hey鈥檒l warm up to you once they see you鈥檙e here to work and not get in the way. You have that charming little accent. I doubt it鈥檒l take long,鈥 she assured you as you reached your door. Your heart felt a little fuller from her kindness, but your stomach rumbled in protest. Maeve laughed.
鈥淟ook, let me go get you a plate. No one eats in this town, but you shouldn鈥檛 have to suffer because of it,鈥 she said.
鈥淚鈥檇 really appreciate it. I was going to eat this protein bar that I鈥檓 pretty sure has been in my backpack since college.鈥
Maeve took your hands in hers and looked at you sincerely, 鈥淚鈥檓 here for whatever you need.鈥
She was off, moving in that fast-paced way that everyone around here seemed to do. You flopped down onto the couch, looking around and twisting your lips in thought.
It was hard to concentrate on anything, knowing you鈥檇 have to consult with people much more famous than yourself, and act like you knew anything about acting. They had to see through that. Stormy had technically been consulting with you all week, but you were happy to see her name on the schedule, regardless. You鈥檇 need a friendly face after meeting with half a dozen people before.
You took a deep breath and told yourself it couldn鈥檛 be all that bad, but you knew it would be. You knew they didn鈥檛 actually have to listen to a word you said, but you were possessive of your characters. They were your babies. You鈥檇 given up everything for them. Lovers had left you because you 鈥渃ared too much鈥 about your writing.
Maeve came back with a plate of French toast and smoked bacon, a small cup of fruit, and a bottle of water. It looked amazing. When did you eat last?
鈥淒o you want to stay and eat with me?鈥 You asked. Eating alone always bummed you out, and you were happy to share. Maeve lifted her eyebrows in surprise. Her reaction reminded you of Steve鈥檚, and it made you sad to think that neither of them was used to being treated like people.
鈥淥h! I would really like to, but I have to bring some fabric to wardrobe. Maybe next time?鈥 She asked.
鈥淒efinitely,鈥 you smiled. Maeve grinned back at you.
鈥淚鈥檒l come get you for that noon meeting, okay? Eat up,鈥 she said, winking. You nodded as she marched out. Okay, two people in your corner now. You opened your laptop, and Marcus鈥檚 face stared back at you. You remembered the smile he鈥檇 given you.
Oh, man. That really did nothing to get rid of your crush.
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At 11:45, Maeve returned to fetch you for your meetings. They were in a conference room inside a set of office buildings across from the studio lot. The conference room had glass windows and a long, mahogany table with black leather rolling chairs, place cards sitting in front of all of them. A soft, black leather couch sat at the end of the room. Everything in here looked expensive. You鈥檇 found your place card at the head of the table.
鈥淲hat happens if I switch the place cards?鈥 You wondered aloud. 鈥淲hy do they need me at the head?鈥
Stormy, who had arrived early, laughed. 鈥淚t鈥檚 your meeting! You really are a wallflower, aren鈥檛 you?鈥
You told her the truth.
鈥淚鈥檓 not, really. I鈥檓 actually great at public speaking when it鈥檚 with other writers or academics. I just, like, I don鈥檛 know what to do with anyone in Hollywood, apparently. I think everyone hates me,鈥 you said, frowning.
鈥淲e do not hate you! Well, I don鈥檛. I don鈥檛 know about everyone else,鈥 she said, giggling, that sly smile still on her face. 鈥淢arcus doesn鈥檛 seem to hate you.鈥
You rolled your eyes.
鈥淢arcus? He鈥檚 nice to everyone, isn鈥檛 he? And he looked everywhere until I accidentally forced him to look at me. You and Maeve are the only ones who have actually said more than, like, three words to me today.鈥
鈥淥kay, but every time you looked away, his eyes were on you, girl,鈥 Stormy teased.
You knew she was kidding, but you didn鈥檛 like the joke. You were so much bigger than everyone else here. All your instincts told you to wear a t-shirt and an oversized hoodie, but you didn鈥檛 think it would do to look like a 30-year-old college student. Instead, you鈥檇 stuck with dark wash skinny jeans, black flats, and a dark green tunic that was more form fitting than you鈥檇 intended it to be. You wished you鈥檇 brought the hoodie.
鈥淭here are at least seven supermodel level women, most much younger than me, walking around this set. Including yourself. I don鈥檛 think Marcus Pike is interested in this,鈥 you said, gesturing to yourself. It came out harsher than you鈥檇 intended, but you didn鈥檛 like to be teased about this kind of thing.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛鈥擨鈥檓 sorry, I wasn鈥檛 being mean,鈥 Stormy said. Her sincerity flooded you with guilt. 鈥淚 meant鈥斺
鈥淣o, Stormy, it鈥檚 okay. I overreacted,鈥 you said, shaking your head.
As she went to put her hand on your shoulder, you heard something that made the blood in your veins seize up and your heart damn near stop.
鈥淲hat am I not interested in?鈥
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Marcus realized that sentence was not meant for him when she looked at him, frightened, like she鈥檇 gotten her hand stuck in the proverbial cookie jar. He gazed at her, looking so lovely in such a simple little outfit, and felt himself turn red to the tips of his ears.
Marcus was a confident man. He enjoyed flirting, but he had no idea how to talk to her. Something about her pretty eyes made him go slack-jawed.
Thank God the director walked in and called the meeting. Marcus had looked forward to working with Nicole Freeman. There were still too few female directors in the business. She was respectful, hard working, the kind of person who took the source material into account in all manners. Of course she鈥檇 want the author on set.
At the head of the table, the author in question eyed her place card, then glanced at his in the seat next to her. She frowned, like the seating arrangement displeased her.
Be professional, he scolded himself. He鈥檇 told himself he wouldn鈥檛 do this. He was absolutely not going to meet a woman at work, dive headfirst into a relationship, scare her off, and have a messy break up where she gets attacked.
Not again.
And anyway, he didn鈥檛 even know if she would be interested in him at all. He would never tell her she was his favorite romance author, and that he鈥檇 been reading her books for years now. He didn鈥檛 even tell people he read romance. He would never tell her he鈥檇 gone out for this part because he thought there could be a small chance he鈥檇 be able to meet her.
He would never tell her after he鈥檇 gotten the part, he found her social media and learned even more about her, scrolled through her Twitter and Instagram for hours; that he鈥檇 broken his vow to never be in a Christmas movie just for her.
God, he was a stalker.
No one needed to know what a heartsick romantic Marcus Pike was.
He took his seat next to her, and she pulled all her limbs closer. Marcus prided himself on his ability to read body language. She was trying to make herself smaller, less noticeable.
He hated that.
He should have talked to her at breakfast. He smiled, but he should have talked to her. She looked so nervous. Wasn鈥檛 putting people at ease his whole thing? Didn鈥檛 he love making people feel welcome? Everyone had been so disinterested. He truly hadn鈥檛 expected that. It made his feigned disinterest so much worse.
Boundaries, Marcus, he thought.
鈥淭he purpose of this meeting is so that all of you can really dig into your roles,鈥 Nicole said, breaking him from his thoughts. 鈥淲e鈥檝e found with book adaptations that there is no one better to do this with than the author. Think of her as your character鈥檚 god. She is all knowing.鈥
Jessica King, the actress playing his ex-wife, bristled at the statement.
鈥淲hat if we鈥檝e already decided on how we want to portray the character we were cast as?鈥
鈥淵eah,鈥 said the twenty-year-old who was playing Marcus鈥檚 teenage son, to several nods of agreement. He was a Disney channel star. Marcus got along well with both of them, but he didn鈥檛 think he liked these questions. They seemed disrespectful. Before anyone else could say anything, she opened her mouth, and her voice sounded strong, more confident than it had earlier in the day.
鈥淟ook, Jessica, right? And Noah? I鈥檓 not here to step on the toes of your creative process. If you feel like you鈥檝e got it, then you鈥檝e got it. I鈥檓 not here to tell you how to act. I鈥檓 here to tell you why your characters would do something,鈥 she said. 鈥淚 am stunned by your talents. All of you. But these are my babies. I know their motives and reasoning and their childhoods and their traumas. So please, by all means, play Nancy the way you want to play her. But you won鈥檛 get her without my help.鈥
Stormy smiled to herself, and Marcus couldn鈥檛 contain a satisfied smirk.
鈥淲ell said! I...didn鈥檛 know you could talk that much,鈥 Nicole joked.
She shrugged. 鈥淚 have a lot to say about them.鈥
The meeting went on a little longer and she fielded questions like she鈥檇 been doing it for years. Which, when Marcus thought about it, she probably had been.
鈥淩ight,鈥 Nicole said, a little while later, 鈥淥kay, so, you all have individual meetings tomorrow, so let鈥檚 get to it.鈥
As everyone cleared out, Marcus watched her close her eyes and take a few deep breaths. He knew he should go say something to her; tell her how excited he was to work with her; ask her how she鈥檚 doing; if she鈥檚 started a new book鈥攕omething. Instead, he walked out of the room with his hands in his pockets, kicking himself for being such a coward.
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The rest of the day passed in a haze, with you just trying to keep up. The screenwriters were gracious, asking you if you had any input, and to your immense surprise, you did not. By the time six rolled around, your exhaustion had gripped you.
Another driver took you home, but they weren鈥檛 quite as chatty as Steve. You stumbled into your little bungalow, stopping just long enough to use the bathroom and change clothes before jumping into the king size bed in the master and ordering Chinese food. The calltime was later for you tomorrow, but you wanted to prove to everyone you were part of the team. If the actors were getting there at six, so would you.
Steve arrived at five sharp just as you were stumbling out of your house.
鈥淐offee, miss?鈥
鈥淧lease,鈥 you said, perhaps more desperately than intended.
鈥淧eppermint mocha again?鈥
You bit your lip. You really shouldn鈥檛 have all those empty calories every day.
鈥淛ust a plain black coffee today, please.鈥
Everyone was just as cool to you this morning as they were the previous day, and you sipped your coffee in your trailer, your stomach performing an unpleasant dance all the while.
You didn鈥檛 hate it, but you missed the peppermint.
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The hours passed in a flurry of activity, much like that day before. Sometimes the conversations were productive; sometimes they weren鈥檛. And sometimes the actors didn鈥檛 show up at all. Noah, it pleased you to see, had a lot to say about Jake. His understanding and commitment to getting him right made you forget his snotty behavior the day before.
鈥淚 just really wanna do well. Sorry if I was rude yesterday.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 fine, kid,鈥 you said.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 want to be that Disney channel kid forever, you know? I want people to take me seriously,鈥 he explained, brown eyes shining. They鈥檇 done a great job with casting. He looked like he could be Marcus鈥檚 son.
鈥淚 know exactly what you mean,鈥 you sighed, heart aching for him.
Stormy showed up, of course, but you two mainly used it as a late lunch break.
鈥淚t鈥檚 cold outside!鈥 She proclaimed, shivering in her light cardigan.
鈥淚t鈥檚 sixty-five degrees,鈥 you pointed out.
鈥淵eah, so? That鈥檚 cold! Aren鈥檛 you from the South?鈥
You laughed at her indignation. She went over her lines with you some, pointing out bits of dialogue she thought you should fight the director on.
鈥淚鈥檓 not fighting anyone on anything,鈥 you said.
鈥淲hat about a gentle suggestion?鈥
鈥淢aybe,鈥 you relented. The subject turned to Marcus, and your cheeks warmed at the mention of him.
鈥淚 wasn鈥檛 kidding, you know,鈥 she said through bites of a chicken salad sandwich. 鈥淗e really was looking at you.鈥
鈥淚 think you might need glasses,鈥 you said. 鈥淚 one is ever interested in me. A gorgeous movie star was not looking at me. Besides, I鈥檓 too busy to date. Who wants to date a girl who locks herself in a room all day in her pajamas to write romance books?鈥
Stormy looked at you with sad eyes, but you changed the subject before she could keep going. You didn鈥檛 need to fuel any sort of fire for the man. He was your coworker now.
The last meeting was with Marcus. Your stomach twisted with nerves. You wanted to be alone with him, your mind racing with vivid and ridiculous fantasies; at the same time, you didn鈥檛 even want him to know you existed. Five-thirty came and went, and the conference room remained empty save for you and your ratty blue backpack. At six, that creeping exhaustion returned.
The weight in your stomach, however, lifted as you realized he wouldn鈥檛 be able to ask you to explain what you meant when he walked in on your conversation with Stormy the previous day. Not that you thought he would, per se. He鈥檇 probably forgotten all about it.
When six-thirty rolled around, you gathered your things and left, flicking the light off behind you. The sting of disappointment and rejection drowned out that previous relief. You鈥檇 spent an hour staring out of the window, enjoying the glittering Christmas lights they鈥檇 up around the lot. As you shouldered your backpack and took your phone out to call an Uber, you heard the stomp, stomp, stomp of someone running behind you. Whirling around, prepared to defend yourself, you came face to face with Marcus Pike.
鈥淚鈥檓 so sorry,鈥 he said, 鈥淚 completely forgot鈥攎y memory is鈥o you need to leave right now?鈥
How on Earth were you supposed to say no to those eyes; that pouting, worried mouth? You grabbed the straps of your backpack and held them tight, like they would keep you from getting lost in his gaze. You wanted to say that yes, you needed to go because your time was just as valuable as his, but you couldn鈥檛. It was your job. If he had questions about Alexander, you were going to answer them.
You sighed and opened the door again.
鈥淐ome on, let鈥檚 do this,鈥 you said, attempting to mask the headache and tiredness.
You didn鈥檛 think your back could take much more of the office chair, so you sank down onto the black leather couch, shivering. Stormy, unfortunately, was right. It was cold. Marcus pulled over one of the office chairs.
There was no table between the two of you, and he drew the chair right up to you. It was much too personal. His body heat wafted over you; his cologne filled your nose. He was so real. He had a little makeup left on his forehead from the make-up test. You fought the impulse to reach up and wipe it off. It was just the two of you, alone, his kind eyes boring into your own. Actors made eye contact in ways you鈥檇 never understand, and he had your cheeks burning.
On the bright side, you weren鈥檛 cold anymore.
鈥淎ll right. What鈥檚 up?鈥 You asked.
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Marcus scolded himself as he ran down the hallway. It was one thing to keep her at a distance, and another to be an inconsiderate asshole. He breathed a sigh of relief when he caught her just about to leave. The annoyance on her face had made him feel even worse, but he deserved it.
He鈥檇 gotten fifteen minutes down the road when he remembered the damn meeting. His chest had seized up with panic, thinking of her sitting there, waiting for him.
鈥淎nd here I was, thinking you just didn鈥檛 care about my opinion. You just forgot I existed,鈥 she quipped. She looked tired. Not bad, but the bags under her eyes were more prominent, and that professional demeanor she鈥檇 held the day before was down, too.
He wanted to soak up as much of this time with her like this as he could, unguarded and soft.
鈥淚鈥檓 so sorry,鈥 he said, looking into her eyes.
鈥淚t鈥檚 fine. No harm done,鈥 she said, scrubbing her face and smudging her mascara. There was something endearing about the black smear next to her eye, and he resisted swiping his thumb over the swell of her cheek bone.
He had a thousand questions about Alexander. He鈥檇 written them down throughout the last two days and pulled a little notebook out of his pocket. The ghost of a smile crossed her face when she saw the list.
She was so dedicated to her story; to having it play out the right way. And she was smart. God, she was smart. He didn鈥檛 remember being anything like that at thirty.
鈥淲hat are your favorite pancakes?鈥 he asked, after he ran out of Alexander-related questions.
鈥淟emon blueberry,鈥 she replied without hesitation. 鈥淕od, I鈥檓 starving.鈥
She bit her lip then, like she鈥檇 said too much about something.
鈥淕od, me too,鈥 he said, laughing. 鈥淒o you want something from the vending machine? I saw one out there. I鈥檓 gonna get something.鈥
She paused for a moment and swallowed. 鈥淥kay, sure. Thanks.鈥
鈥淲hat do you want?鈥
鈥淛ust鈥 a water is fine.鈥
Marcus frowned. It was almost nine. 鈥淎re you sure?鈥
She nodded, a tight-lipped smile on her face. He wondered when she鈥檇 eaten last. The vending machine was in the long, half-lit hallway, fluorescent lights buzzing loudly and highlighting the hideous blue carpet. He got a bunch of different snacks鈥攑retzels, a honeybun, a brownie, some Doritos. A Coke and two bottles of water. He鈥檇 leave them on the space on the couch next to her, and she could decide if she wanted something.
鈥淪o,鈥 he said as he came back. 鈥淟emon blueberry?鈥
鈥淵eah,鈥 she said, eyeing the Doritos. 鈥淢y mom used to make them when I wasn鈥檛 feeling well. I mean, she still does.鈥
鈥淲e should get some sometime,鈥 he said, and she grinned, her awkwardness melting a bit. He couldn鈥檛 help himself. He shouldn鈥檛 have said it, but he wanted to take her somewhere for pancakes.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 your favorite holiday movie?鈥 She asked.
鈥淎h,鈥 he said. He knew she鈥檇 ask.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 have one.鈥
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have one?鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 like Christmas. Or anything this time of year, really,鈥 he admitted.
鈥淏ut you鈥檙e in a Christmas movie! A romantic drama Christmas movie! The most Christmas-y of them all!鈥 She teased.
鈥淲ell, yeah. I like getting paid,鈥 he quipped. 鈥淎nd鈥攁nd it鈥檚 a good story. A great story.鈥
鈥淭hanks, I think,鈥 she said.
鈥淚 mean it. I didn鈥檛 mean to imply that it wasn鈥檛. What鈥檚 yours?鈥 He said, redirecting.
鈥淟ittle Women.鈥
鈥淟ittle Women isn鈥檛 a Christmas movie,鈥 he argued.
鈥淪ure it is! There鈥檚 Christmas involved, and it makes me cry鈥攊t鈥檚 a Christmas movie. The Greta Gerwig version is the best.鈥
鈥淚 actually鈥aven鈥檛 seen it,鈥 he admitted.
鈥淥kay, well, watch it. Florence Pugh is amazing. First time I ever loved Amy.鈥
鈥淚 guess I have to now,鈥 he smiled, opening the Doritos. 鈥淲ant one?鈥
She reached into the bag and took a single chip, nibbling on in between yawns and stretches. It was late, but he didn鈥檛 want to let her go. He didn鈥檛 want to leave.
鈥淲hat inspired the books?鈥 he asked after a minute of munching.
She looked him up and down like she was deciding if she could trust him.
鈥淎 very bad break up, actually.鈥
鈥淎 bad break up inspired them living happily ever after?鈥
She grinned.
鈥淵ou read all the books?鈥
He grinned back. 鈥淵eah, I did. They鈥檙e so鈥opeful.鈥
Her smile turned shy. 鈥淚 just wanted a happy ending for once. If not for me, then at least for December, you know? Like, love might not be in the cards for me, but it can be for her. For other people.鈥
Marcus studied the down turn of her lips.
鈥淲hy wouldn鈥檛 it be the cards for you?鈥 He asked softly. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e young.鈥
She shook her head.
鈥淧eople don鈥檛 always get happy endings in real life. I mean, like, maybe I鈥檒l find someone someday, but it鈥檚 not going to be like that epic Christmas love affair with all the odds stacked against them, and then it鈥檚 all fine. Someone will just鈥ettle, eventually.鈥
鈥淲ha-that鈥檚鈥攖hat鈥檚 just silly. There鈥檚 someone for everyone. Just because you鈥檝e had bad luck in the past鈥斺
Marcus didn鈥檛 know why he was arguing with her. It wasn鈥檛 his place at all, but he hated that she thought someone would just settle for her. He recognized that he鈥檇 crossed the line when her eyes flashed at him.
鈥淚鈥檝e had bad luck always. Always. I鈥檓 glad you鈥檝e never had anyone tell you that you鈥檙e not physically their type anymore after three years together, or that your career should come second to their needs, or told they can鈥檛 introduce you to their friend because they don鈥檛 want to deal with the 鈥榙rama,鈥 but that鈥檚 how it鈥檚 been for me. So I write happy endings. Because some of us don鈥檛 get one.鈥
Marcus swallowed.
She pinched her nose between her fingers, then stood up to gather her things.
鈥淟ook, you鈥檙e going to make a wonderful Alexander. Truly. Thanks for meeting with me. I鈥檒l see you Monday.鈥
His gaze followed her to the door.
鈥淲hat am I not interested in?鈥 he called before he could think better of it. She hesitated at the threshold.
鈥淕ood night, Marcus,鈥 was all she said.
Marcus stood there, stunned at himself for not letting it go. But she was wrong. There was someone for everyone.
There had to be.
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ensonandoa day ago
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Haunted by his huge hands. Imagine that hand on your knee under the table in a restaurant, on your bare thigh while you sip whisky together at a bar, slipped between your legs for comfort while he drives you home. Sigh.
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forever-roguea day ago
Hi my queen!! Hope you鈥檙e doing great鉂わ笍鉂わ笍 I was wondering if I could maybe request 3 + 48 from the touching prompts for Javi? 馃ズ鉁煉
Love you!!!! 馃挀馃挀馃挀馃挀
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AN | I am apparently incapable of writing anything but fluff lately, so here we are. Enjoy!
Pairing | Javier x Fem!Reader
Warnings | None
Word Count | 1.3k
Prompts Used | 3. Hiding Face in Neck & 48. Dancing with each other
Masterlist | Main, Javier
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By the time Javier returned home it was late; still not as late however as it would be when he still worked for the DEA. This was the kind of late where it wouldn鈥檛 be odd for you to still be up, also working late, reading, or watching something on television. As soon as you heard the door slowly creak open, you practically threw your book on the table and ran to greet him.
鈥淛avier!鈥 his name was but an excited whisper from your lips as you stopped in front of him. You were one of the few people that could use his full first name and not have him worry about the implications. His expression immediately softened as he dropped his briefcase and kicked off his shoes before stepping forward and pulling you into his arms, 鈥淚鈥檓 so glad you鈥檙e home, my love.鈥
鈥淚鈥檝e only been gone since this morning,鈥 he laughed lightly as you took his face in your hands and peppered kisses all over his cheeks and lips, causing a light pink blush to creep up. He relaxed into your touch as you pulled him towards the kitchen, 鈥渨hat鈥檚 the occasion?鈥
鈥淣o occasion,鈥 you insisted, brushing the stray locks of hair out of his face, 鈥渏ust wanted to make sure you know how much I love you - how in love with you I am.鈥
鈥淚t almost makes me think you鈥檙e up to something,鈥 he teased as you just shrugged your shoulders innocently, 鈥淚 love you too, Dulzura. I鈥檓 glad to be home.鈥
鈥淎s you should be,鈥 you tenderly stroked his cheek before lightly nudging him towards the kitchen table, 鈥渉ungry?鈥
鈥淵eah, but you don鈥檛 have to-鈥
鈥淚 already made dinner,鈥 you pulled out the plate you had prepared for him, already warm and ready before grabbing a cold beer from the fridge, 鈥渟o don鈥檛 even say a word.鈥
He watched in awe as you set the plate down in front of him before opening the beer; you grabbed a glass of wine for yourself before sitting down across from him and offering him a gentle smile. He shook his head with a silent huff of amusement before digging in, 鈥測ou treat me too well.鈥
鈥淣ah,鈥 you insisted firmly, 鈥淚 had the day off and wanted to do this. Javier, you spent so long taking care of everyone else, and still do, sometimes you need to accept that people want to take care of you.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e something else, you know that?鈥 he asked as you just took a sip of wine with a little smirk, 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know what I'd do without you.鈥
鈥淚 think you鈥檇 be just fine, Javier,鈥 you gently nudged his foot with yours, 鈥渂ut I鈥檒l take the compliment.鈥
He chuckled under his breath as he took another bite. You fell into a comfortable rhythm as he ate and told you about his day at the office, and you drank your wine, hanging onto his every word. Javier could have been reading numbers out of the phonebook and you still would have been listening intently; he just had that effect on you.
It was a strange way to be with Javier in some ways; it was a far cry from how things had been when you鈥檇 first gotten together. Back then he was finishing up in Columbia, and life was like a chaotic whirlwind. You had been positive that he never would have enjoyed a quiet life like this after all he had been through. At first he hadn鈥檛, but after a while he had settled into his role with ease.
You liked domesticity. You liked domesticity with Javier. You really just liked Javier.
Not liked - loved. He wasn鈥檛 perfect, obviously neither were you, but everything was just so much better together. And you loved everything about that and him.
鈥淗ey,鈥 you whispered softly when he was finished with rinsing and putting his dishes in the sink. You鈥檇 walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder as he relaxed into your touch. You held him for a few moments, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart as you buried your face in his neck and pressed a few kisses to the spot that always gave him shivers.
鈥淒ulzura,鈥 his breath was low and raspy as he slowly turned around so he was facing you. He gently took your face in his hands, studying your features closely before he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, 鈥渨hat鈥檚 going on that pretty head of yours?鈥
鈥淚 was just thinking,鈥 you mused softly, 鈥渢hat wedding we went to last weekend - you know what we didn鈥檛 do when we were there?鈥
鈥淗mm?鈥 he mused as you ran a hand through his dark hair.
鈥淵ou promised me we would dance,鈥 you reminded him with a small little smile, 鈥渁nd you never made good on that.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e really going to hold me accountable for that, huh?鈥 he asked as you looked at him with wide doe eyes and nodded, 鈥渁hh - nothing gets by you, does it?鈥
鈥淣ot when it comes to something so important, such as a dance with my husband,鈥 you insisted before pulling out of his touch and going over to the record player that was kept in the living room. You鈥檇 already had the forethought to put his favorite record on earlier and quickly let it play before walking back over to him, holding your hand out to him, 鈥渕ay I have this dance, Se帽or Pe帽a?鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e the only one that will ever get these dances,鈥 he took your hand in his much larger one and pulled you close to his chest as his other arm slinked around your waist, 鈥淚 love you, Dulzura. You know that, right?鈥
鈥淥f course I do,鈥 you chided softly as you followed his lead and let him sway you around the kitchen, 鈥淚 would never think anything but. What makes you ask?鈥
鈥淚 dunno,鈥 he murmured into your hair as you huffed lightly suggesting that you didn鈥檛 quite believe him (you didn鈥檛), 鈥渇ine...it鈥檚 just that sometimes I wonder if there鈥檚 something better out for you-鈥
鈥淛avier,鈥 you shut him down almost immediately as you pulled back and shook your head at him, 鈥渢here is nothing and no one else for me. You are it. Regardless of what you think or how you feel - you are my home and heart. Don鈥檛 question that for a moment.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 deserve you,鈥 he laughed as you kissed his cheek.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e right - no one does,鈥 you agreed with a little smirk, 鈥渂ut you come pretty close. Well, no, you鈥檙e the only one who does. Now, just dance with me and don鈥檛 think about anything else for a little while, si?鈥
鈥淪i,鈥 he agreed softly, holding you just a little closer.
Neither of you were perfect, but you were pretty sure this was nothing short of heaven.
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drowsydoodlerart2 days ago
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Got some practice in this past weekend. 馃挏
Process video is on my IG. 鈽猴笍
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beskarangel2 days ago
You鈥檙e such a brat
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Moodboard by me
Din Djarin x F!Reader
Summary: You鈥檙e captured by Mando when a bounty is put on your head. Will he be able to tolerate your bratty attitude?
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, squirting, choking, throat-holding, dirty talk, handcuffs, bad language
Word count: 1.1k
You鈥檙e running through a wooded area, trying to prevent yourself from getting caught by the beskar covered man chasing after you. You knew you should鈥檝e paid that guy the credits you owed him, but you don鈥檛 have the credits. Never are you ever playing card games for credits ever again.
鈥淪top!鈥 You hear the man yell at you. It sounds pretty close, urging you to pick up your pace and sprint even faster through the woods, you don鈥檛 want him to capture you. 鈥淚 said, stop!鈥 He yells at you again. You still don鈥檛 comply with his command.
You鈥檙e starting to lose your breath, it鈥檚 exhausting running for so long at a rapid pace. You want to stop, you need to stop, but you can鈥檛, not like you鈥檙e being hunted down like a big cat鈥檚 prey. You make an unfortunate mistake by slowing down. He鈥檚 now catching up to you, at a dangerous speed. You know that you鈥檙e done for now, you know you鈥檙e best just giving up and handing yourself into him. That鈥檚 exactly what you do.
鈥淚 take it you decided to do things the easy way?鈥 The bounty hunter asks you as he closes handcuffs around your wrists. 鈥淚 take it as you never give up.鈥 You throw back at him in response to his comment. You take it as he didn鈥檛 like that because he tightens the handcuffs and literally drags you all the way back to his ship.
He鈥檚 had you doing his head in for hours. He doesn鈥檛 know how long he can tolerate your attitude. If you鈥檙e not talking too much, you鈥檙e asking too many questions. If you鈥檙e not asking too many questions, you鈥檙e just plain out being a brat with him and he鈥檚 just about had enough with it.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 your name?鈥 You ask him. You didn鈥檛 think, you didn鈥檛 realise how disrespectful it鈥檇 be to him. Maybe you should鈥檝e known, you know given him being a mandalorian, you know so much about the mandalorian culture, read dozens of books on it, but it still slipped your mind. 鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you just shut up? You鈥檝e been down my ear all day and I鈥檓 pissing me off.鈥 He replies to you, clearly unamused. 鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you shut the kriff up?!鈥 You yell back at him.
He turns his head to you and you know for a fact that you just pushed a button you weren鈥檛 supposed to push. 鈥淭hat is it, you brat.鈥 He growls at you, clearly struggling to tolerate you at the moment. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e on your last warning.鈥 You chuckle and stand up and walk towards him, you crouch down so that you鈥檙e at his level and say to him cockily, 鈥淥r what? You have to take me in, you鈥檙e stuck with me darling.鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 it.鈥 He growls, as he grabs you by your throat and pulls you in closer to him. 鈥淚f I can鈥檛 make you shut up with my words, I鈥檒l have to make shut up with something else.鈥 Your lips curl up into a smirk, you love the sound of that. 鈥淥h yeah? What you have in mind?鈥 He grabs the key for the handcuff and un cuffs you, then he picks you up over his shoulders, carrying you into the hull. 鈥淚鈥檒l give you something long and thick to cum on, that鈥檒l shut you up.鈥 He adds onto what he said, as he drops you onto his cot. 鈥淲ould you like that?鈥 You nod desperately. You are desperate, it鈥檚 been a while since you鈥檝e last had sex.
With that said, Mando desperately and as quickly as he can tears all items of clothing and all his armour off, obviously leaving his helmet on and then undressed you until you鈥檙e lying there before him bare naked, before flipping you onto all fours, bending you over his cot. He grinds his long, thick cock through your folds and slowly pushes the tip inside you, causing a quiet moan to escape your mouth. He stays still for a few moments so you can adjust to his size. He withdraws the tip through your pussy before pounding himself straight back into you, ball deep, causing you to moan louder.
With each lethal thrust that he gives you, your moans grow louder and louder to the point where they鈥檙e not necessarily moans anymore, they鈥檙e too loud to be moans. The best way to describe them is probably cries of pleasure. The mandalorian moves his hand up to your throat applying pressure, as he continues to rail hard and deep into your desperate pussy. This is without a doubt the best day of your life, ever.
Your close to your orgasm, so fucking close. You can feel that beautiful sensation in your lower abdomen, growing stronger and stronger with every devastating thrust he gives you, getting ready to explode at any moment. He鈥檚 also very close to his orgasm as well, you can feel it. You can feel the way his thrusts have slowed down, as his hips tremble against your arse in pleasure. You can feel the way his cock is pulsing deep within you, so desperate for a release. With two more thrusts, you have reached your climax, you scream out in pleasure as the fireworks within you explode and you squirt all over his long, thick cock and his lower abdomen.
The mandalorian feels himself about to cum. 鈥淲here should I cum?鈥 He asks you, as he moans. 鈥淥n my tummy, please.鈥 You reply to him, almost sounding like a plea. That being said, he pulls out of you, flips you over so you鈥檙e lying down on his cot, then he rubs his cock against your lower abdomen, as he leaks his cum all over your tummy.
Once you鈥檝e both come down from your orgasms, the mandalorian grabs a wet cloth and starts to clean your stomach, folds and thighs. After that he helps you get dressed before getting back into his own clothes and armour.
Once you鈥檙e both dressed, the mandalorian sits down next to you on the cot, he seems warmer鈥攕ofter, like he鈥檚 more comfortable around you. You know he has something to say so you turn your head around to him. 鈥淗ow about I don鈥檛 hand you in and I hire you as a crew member for my ship, it鈥檒l be good pay, I promise.鈥 He suggests to you. 鈥淚鈥檇 love to.鈥 You reply to him.
鈥淵ou try and get some sleep now, yeah?鈥 He says to you. 鈥淵ou look like you could use a few hours sleep.鈥 You nod in response. He grabs a blanket and wraps you up in it. 鈥淪leep well.鈥 He says to you. 鈥淎nd oh, by the way, the name鈥檚 Mando.鈥 You close your eyes and smile happily at the confession, you鈥檙e over the moon, you can鈥檛 believe he just told you his name. Mando smiles beneath his helmet at your reaction and then he disappears back up to the cockpit to let you get some sleep.
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starlightmorningsa day ago
Hello! Congrats on your milestone I've loved your writing even before I started my own blog. I was hoping I could get a peek at what Professor!Pacal is up to. I just love the story so much <3
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awww!! thank you so much bb!! this story is so close to my heart and perhaps it鈥檚 time to revisit:
Professor Pascal
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Pedro Pascal (college professor AU)/fem!reader. Explicit. Sequel set almost 15 years later. Pedro once said he could imagine another life as a lit professor and I wove that together with a few college stories of my own.
A/N: I never thought of this story as RPF, it was always more about me with him as a placeholder. That being said, if the idea of RPF bothers you, feel free to scroll on past.
Thanks to my beloved @ezrasbirdie for the beta and for always seeing the love behind the words.
Length: 3.2k
Previous | Masterlist
鈥淒epartment Chair, huh?鈥 You asked, leaning against the doorway to Professor Pascal鈥檚 office. You hadn鈥檛 seen him since the day after graduation, when he鈥檇 given you one last kiss at your car before watching you drive away, cap and tassel tossed on the passenger seat. Your car had been packed to start your new life, the first of many job-related moves.
And yet, you鈥檇 never been happier than you were within these walls.
So here you were, master鈥檚 degree under your belt at last, preparing to teach in the same classrooms where you once learned.
He looked up from his desk, papers stacked across it, a bookshelf on the wall nearby bowing under the weight of textbooks and journals. He slid his glasses up his nose, framing eyes with more crinkles than you remembered. Hair greying all over, salt and pepper rather than streaks at the temples. He stood up to his full height, and his body looked only slightly softer from age.
鈥淚t鈥檚 been far too long,鈥 he said, walking towards you. You stepped inside, embracing him and letting yourself sink into his scent for just a moment.
鈥淪o, our newest adjunct professor,鈥 he said, grinning. 鈥淗ow does it feel to be back?鈥
鈥淎 little strange, if I鈥檓 honest,鈥 you confessed, tugging nervously at the hem of your blouse.
鈥淵ou鈥檒l do great, I have no doubt,鈥 he replied, waving toward the chair in front of his desk, where you once sat for office hours.
God. It鈥檚 the same chair.
The paint is peeling a bit more, the foam armrests picked at by anxious students, but there鈥檚 no mistaking it.
鈥淓verything okay?鈥 He asked, noticing your silence.
鈥淣o, yeah, everything鈥檚 fine,鈥 you said, pushing the memories from your mind. 鈥淗ow, um. How have you been?鈥
鈥淎h, you know. Shaping young minds,鈥 he said, a gentle smile on his face. 鈥淲atching your career with interest.鈥
鈥淩eally?鈥 You smiled, a self-deprecating shrug. 鈥淣ot exactly world-changing stuff.鈥
鈥淚 disagree,鈥 he said, leaning forward and folding his hands. 鈥淎 public service. The world needs to be informed. And these have certainly been trying times for us all.鈥
You nodded.
鈥淚 suppose you鈥檙e right. Well, I should get my things set up in the adjunct office, I guess. I鈥檓 sure we鈥檒l talk soon,鈥 you said, rising from the chair. Your stomach twisted anxiously. You weren鈥檛 sure what you鈥檇 expected, anyway. A warm welcome? A passionate kiss? You鈥檇 completely lost touch for more than a decade, and you couldn鈥檛 say for sure whether he鈥檇 been married since, started a family of his own. You didn鈥檛 spot a ring, or any family photos set on the desk in places of honor, though.
You weren鈥檛 sure if that made you happy or sad.
For your part, you鈥檇 been married to your work, traveling from one city, one job to the next every few years. The punishing pace of your industry meant that you were always chasing stories, working odd hours and holidays. At first, you鈥檇 politely turned down invitations to events with friends, knowing you鈥檇 be the one required to spend the days working.
Then the invitations stopped coming.
That made things easier in a way; retreating into a smaller life. Fewer people to let down when you invariably bailed on plans. Boyfriends quickly lost patience with you; seeing you once a week at most was unsustainable, and you only loved with half of your heart. None of them got close enough to be missed terribly when they were gone.
You looked up at last, approaching your mid-thirties and realized you could easily lose another decade this way if you remained on autopilot. So you鈥檇 taken the leap, managing to complete your masters degree online, and applied to teaching positions at a few universities - including your own alma mater.
鈥淗ey,鈥 a warm voice called from the doorway of the adjunct office.
It was him.
鈥淭hat wasn鈥檛 a proper chance to catch up,鈥 he said, smiling. 鈥淗ow about dinner? You free tonight?鈥
You adjusted your own glasses.
鈥淒inner sounds great.鈥
Going out on a date with your former professor-slash-secret lover was a whole new experience. For one thing, you didn鈥檛 have to hide this time. He picked you up from your new apartment, the car upgraded (tenure has its perks), and headed for a popular Italian restaurant not far from the university. You鈥檙e pretty sure it used to be a Greek restaurant.
He opened the door for you, graciously ordered a bottle of wine, and smiled across the table.
鈥淲hat?鈥 You asked, when he didn鈥檛 speak right away.
鈥淣othing, just- thinking. How things change, and how they don鈥檛.鈥
鈥淰ague and cryptic,鈥 you said, taking a sip of the red Cabernet. It felt alive in your mouth; buzzing like you drank bees.
You swallowed with some effort.
鈥淣ever once to mince words,鈥 he said, raising an eyebrow. 鈥淵ou always kept me on my toes.鈥 He sipped his wine. 鈥淎ctually, 鈥榢nocked me off my feet鈥 would be more accurate.鈥
You smiled wistfully.
鈥淚 was so young,鈥 you said, shaking your head. 鈥淗ad so many big ideas about what the world could be, what my life could be. After all this time, you know what I鈥檝e learned?鈥 You took another sip. 鈥淭he world doesn鈥檛 give a shit about me.鈥
His expression crumpled slightly, eyebrows falling, brown eyes turning sad.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 a bleak outlook,鈥 he said. 鈥淲hat about your friends? Family? Boyfriend?鈥
You shrugged.
鈥淚t鈥檚 not their fault. I mean, I know I鈥檝e had people that loved me- love me. I just kept chasing the success, the kind of praise I only got when I did something spectacular. In the real world you don鈥檛 get gold stars and high honors just for doing your job well. And it turns out in the real world, I鈥檓 not that special after all.鈥
Shit. This wine was strong. You hadn鈥檛 planned on unloading like this. But once the cork was out鈥
鈥淭he last time I felt special was with you.鈥
It took you a moment to realize the words had come out of his mouth, not yours.
鈥淵ou - that summer. And I couldn鈥檛 chase you, I knew you were off-limits, I was playing with fire. Insert whatever trite cliche you want. But I couldn鈥檛 make myself regret it, and I hope,鈥 he said, voice pained, 鈥淚 hope you didn鈥檛 either.鈥
Your face softened, and you reached across the table, taking his hand.
鈥淣ot for a moment,鈥 you said, smiling gently.
The pair of you ate pasta, shifting the conversation to lighter topics, books you were reading. Your own travels.
鈥淚鈥檝e seen the world now, too,鈥 you said, grinning. 鈥淕ot my own boomerang souvenir from Australia and everything. Can鈥檛 get it to work, though.鈥
He chuckled.
鈥淚 thought of you when I bought it,鈥 you admitted over a piece of tiramisu. 鈥淚 thought about you a lot.鈥
Dinner drew to a close, and you were in the car, making your way back to the new apartment you鈥檇 rented, when he pulled off into a parking lot.
鈥淟ittle surprise,鈥 he said, smiling.
The coffee shop.
It was a chain now, the old logo painted over and replaced with a fancy neon sign, but they鈥檇 kept the open mic stage, at the urging of the locals. You glanced into the backseat and saw a guitar case.
鈥淲e don鈥檛 have to- if you just want a cup of coffee, that鈥檚 okay,鈥 he said quickly. 鈥淚 just thought, you know. Old times鈥 sake.鈥
You smiled gently.
鈥淲hy not?鈥
You walked inside the coffee shop, taking in the soft lighting and the gleaming, new tables. The stage in the corner looked much the same, mic stand set up next to a pair of stools, gray industrial carpet covering the platform. Someone had just finished up a set, and was packing up their equipment, to light applause.
鈥淗ey, professor,鈥 one of the baristas said, grinning. He had dark, curly hair and hazel eyes; just the sort of college boy you should have gone for. Would have, maybe. Never wanted, really.
鈥淗ey, Logan,鈥 he said with a grin, waving. He looked over at you and nodded in the kid鈥檚 direction. 鈥淟ogan鈥檚 one of my brightest this year. Good kid,鈥 he said. You didn鈥檛 miss the way Logan ogled you slightly.
鈥淟ogan, meet one of your new teachers,鈥 he said. Logan鈥檚 face went on an amusing journey from surprised to sheepish at having been caught out.
鈥淗i,鈥 he said, nodding politely. 鈥淣ice to meet you. What鈥檒l it be?鈥
You smiled back at him knowingly.
鈥淚ced coffee, medium is fine,鈥 you said. 鈥淚鈥檒l add my own stuff.鈥
Logan turned to your companion.
鈥淎nd you, Dr. P?鈥
You smiled again.
鈥淪mall espresso.鈥
鈥淗oly shit,鈥 you said, making Logan鈥檚 eyes widen.
Pedro chuckled.
鈥淲on鈥檛 you be up all night?鈥 You asked, eyebrow raised.
鈥淚f I鈥檓 lucky,鈥 he said, making Logan cough awkwardly.
鈥淪orry, buddy. You didn鈥檛 hear that.鈥
Logan shrugged.
鈥淕onna entertain us tonight, Dr. P?鈥
鈥淢aybe just one song,鈥 he replied, and the pair of you sat down at a table near the stage. Logan brought your drinks over a couple of minutes later.
You sipped your coffee, watching the professor drain his small cup.
鈥淏een a long time since we sang together,鈥 you said, fiddling with the straw in your drink.
鈥淏onnie Raitt last time,鈥 he said. 鈥淭hat was some song.鈥
鈥淪ome night,鈥 you replied, smiling gently at the memory. Your mouth quirked upwards in a playful smirk.
鈥淪o, what do you think? Know any new songs, old man?鈥 You asked.
He met your gaze and nodded.
鈥淚 think I know just the one.鈥
You eyed him suspiciously as the pair of you took the stage, settling onto the stools. He hadn鈥檛 told you what you鈥檇 be singing.
His fingers picked out a melody on his guitar. Simple chords.
E minor. D. G.
He leaned in to the microphone, his eyes fixed on you.
Tell me something, girl
Are you happy in this modern world
You smiled in recognition.
Or do you need more
Is there somethin' else you're searchin' for?
I'm fallin'
In all the good times
I find myself longin鈥 for change
And in the bad times I fear myself
E minor. D. G.
You took a deep breath.
Tell me something boy
Aren't you tired tryin' to fill that void?
Or do you need more
Ain't it hard keepin' it so hardcore?
The pair of you leaned in together.
I'm falling
In all the good times
I find myself longing for change
And in the bad times I fear myself
He leaned back, strumming the chords as you sang.
I'm off the deep end
Watch as I dive in
I'll never meet the ground
Crash through the surface
Where they can't hurt us
We're far from the shallow now
The pair of you finished the song, foreheads pressed close to each other, as the handful of customers clapped and cheered.
Your cheeks felt hot, and the professor blushed as he waved graciously to the tables.
鈥淵ou wanna get out of here?鈥 You asked, heart racing.
鈥淢ore than anything,鈥 he replied.
You picked up the tip cup that a few people had dropped money into and held it out to Pedro.
鈥淥h, just - add it to the employee tip jar. I always do.鈥
You smiled, pouring the contents into the plastic container. Logan gave you an appreciative nod.
鈥淪ee you at school,鈥 you said, waving as Pedro held the door for you to walk out.
You sat down in the passenger seat as Pedro set his guitar case across the backseat, getting into the car.
He鈥檇 only sat down for a moment when you leaned over, fingertips clasping his cheeks and pulling him in to kiss him. He mmph-ed in surprise, kissing you back, hands sliding into your hair.
鈥淚 had a whole speech planned,鈥 he said, chuckling as your lips parted. 鈥淚鈥檓 not sure I鈥檒l remember it now.鈥
You card your fingers through his dark hair, flecked with silver.
鈥淭ake me home, please,鈥 you say, kissing him again. 鈥淎nd stay.鈥
You unlocked the door to your apartment, swinging it wide and welcoming him inside. You dropped your keys in a dish on the counter, toeing off your shoes and padding over to the fridge.
鈥淵ou want another drink?鈥 You asked, eyes meeting his.
He stood in the kitchen, hands folded awkwardly.
鈥淚s- is something wrong?鈥
He cleared his throat.
鈥淚 have a confession to make,鈥 he said, his expression turning serious.
鈥淥h no. You鈥檙e married.鈥
鈥淲hat? No, no, that鈥檚 not it,鈥 he replied, blowing out a small sigh of relief. 鈥淚 just- you鈥檒l find out eventually anyway- I went to bat for you. With the hiring committee.鈥
鈥淥h.鈥 You bit your lip. 鈥淥kay, well, I appreciate that.鈥
You paused.
鈥淵ou wanted to make sure I got hired?鈥
鈥淵es,鈥 he replied. 鈥淏ut I want you to know, it鈥檚 because I believe in you. I always have,鈥 he added, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He took a breath. 鈥淭hat was the first reason. The second was - I couldn鈥檛 take a chance that you might go somewhere else.鈥
You frowned.
He huffed out a short, bitter laugh.
鈥淵ou know, I didn鈥檛 even find out if you were married. For all I knew, you had a spouse and kids by now. I didn鈥檛 care. If we could only be colleagues, that was fine with me. I just-鈥 his voice broke, and he looked down at his feet.
You stepped closer, taking his hand in yours.
鈥淚t鈥檚 okay.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 insane, really. All these years, no one really compared to what I felt with you. I was so convinced sending you out into the world was right, was necessary, and by the time I realized it I knew that was it and I was just- ruined. For everyone else.鈥
You started to laugh, making him shrink back in surprise, until he saw the tears streaming down both your cheeks.
鈥淲hat? What is it?鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 just- me, too,鈥 you said, sobs filling up your chest, a cascade of hiccupping breaths that made you cover your mouth.
鈥淥h, baby girl,鈥 he said, his own eyes gleaming. 鈥淲hat are we gonna do?鈥 He brushed your tears away with both thumbs, pressing his forehead to yours.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist.
鈥淢ake up for lost time,鈥 you replied, taking one of his hands and hiking up your dress, making him smile and shake his head.
鈥淚鈥檓 so much older now,鈥 you said, licking your lips.
鈥淪till younger than I was when we met. God, you were so young then.鈥
鈥淚 think we should stop talking now.鈥
You leaned in, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him, your glasses colliding and making you laugh. You stepped back, then took his hand, leading him into your bedroom and starting to unbutton your dress.
鈥淚 still think about how you tasted,鈥 he whispered, his nose pressed to your cheek. 鈥淎ll the time.鈥
鈥淭ake off your clothes,鈥 you replied, kissing his cheek, his jawline, his neck.
He stripped himself, climbing into bed after you let your dress and lace underthings pool on the floor in a heap and pulling you down to him. His hand slipped between your legs, fingertips finding your warm, slick folds and tracing over them.
He slid a finger inside you, then brought it to his lips, sucking it clean like it was dipped in honey. The sight made you sigh, moaning softly.
His hands gripped your thighs, softer than they were so long ago, lifting and pressing them apart as he lowered his face to kiss your core, making you gasp in delight.
鈥淣o one does this like you,鈥 you whispered, fingers sinking into his hair, whimpers spilling from your lips as he devoured you like a man desperate; he laved over you with his tongue, lapping at your center and sucking on your clit, his nose pressed to your mound as you bucked helplessly against him. He kept you there for ages; pinned in place with firm, strong arms, his eyes flicking up your body every so often to watch your face as you neared your peak.
At last, you felt your thighs shaking, your toes curling into the sheets, and you cried out, scraping at his shoulders, tugging him up to your face. You kissed him, pressing your tongue into his mouth, tasting yourself and crossing your ankles behind his hips.
鈥淧lease,鈥 you whispered, reaching between your bodies to stroke him, lining him up with your soaked, soft opening. 鈥淚 need you,鈥 you breathed, and he sank into you slowly, the stretch a little easier than you remembered, but still snug. He filled you up, your back arching off the bed as he held you, hips rocking, muscles tightening to drive himself in and out, both of you panting with the effort.
You clung to him as he rocked inside you, pressing up with both arms, eyes locked with yours as your mouth fell open slightly.
He cupped his hand under one cheek of your ass and gently rolled until you were on top of him, knees tucked under you, riding him and bouncing on his hard length.
鈥淏eautiful,鈥 he breathed, hands reaching up to squeeze your breasts. He lifted one hand to cup your face as you rolled your hips and turned to kiss his palm.
鈥淐ome on, that鈥檚 it,鈥 you panted softly, bracing yourself over him and speeding up, the pair of you knocking the headboard against the wall. You heard your neighbor turn on the stereo - loud.
鈥淥h my god,鈥 you said, and the pair of you broke your stride, laughing and collapsing into each other鈥檚 arms for a few moments.
鈥淟ittle more,鈥 he whispered at last, still hard inside you. 鈥淪o close, baby girl,鈥 he moaned, and you rocked faster, his thrusts in tandem forcing small cries from your throat until you felt him hit his peak, flooding you with heat. You shook, full body shivers of pleasure as he came deep inside you, the reunion complete, the decade-plus dissolving away as you folded yourself into his arms.
He kissed your lips, your forehead, your closed eyelids.
鈥淗ow long has it been for us?鈥 You whispered, throat tightening over the thought of the lost time.
鈥淔ifty-one years, nine months, and four days,鈥 he replied. 鈥淲orth every second.鈥
You chuckled, sniffing.
鈥淭op of the class, as ever,鈥 he whispered, kissing your temple.
You spend the semester learning the ropes, getting accustomed to being on the other side of the classroom. You grade papers in bed together, dueling laptops whirring away on the sheets. But sometimes, you grab a red pen, and draw hearts on his chest. It makes you both laugh, now.
Everything is better when you鈥檙e laughing.
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thewaythisisa day ago
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radiowalleta day ago
December 1st 鈥 Cinnamon
Summary: Marcus smells of cinnamon.
Pairing: Marcus Moreno x GN!Reader
WC: 700 (starting off short and sweet, er spicy)
Warnings: 18+聽Smut-ish, flowery metaphors. Happy December 1st. Here we go!
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Marcus surrounds you with his warmth. He wraps around you, engulfing you, overwhelming you with the heat of his body and the weight of his hands, impossibly strong yet so precious in how he holds you, your skin cold beneath his touch but getting warmer with every second that passes. There is no part of you that has not felt his touch, a thousand times over he鈥檚 mapped your skin, and still you鈥檒l never tire of the generous way he gives to you, shares the fiery heat that radiates from deep within. You would let him do this forever, hovering above you, all over you, trapping you to the mattress below with his body, the heft of him nearly smothering you with the intoxicating scent of him as he thrusts deep inside you, blinding you with dark, burning red.聽
Outside is ice and wind, vacant cold that feels so different beneath the frost bitten surface. Inside is sweltering, a perfect contrast of what lies past those fragile panes of glass. Everything glows, a deep set radiance that bathes you in decadence. The days will only grow colder from here on out, winter branching out her wide, unforgiving grasp, but within these walls, with this man holding you so dear, sweat and heat and crackling fire red burning between you, there is not a single thing to worry about.聽
The scent of Marcus has you intoxicated, breathing deep and drifting aimlessly as you hold all of him tight to your heart. You press your nose to his bare skin, content to let him meld his hands to your skin as you let him wash over you. It鈥檚 overpowering, the musky sweet spicy smell of him, fire on your tongue, cinnamon biting at every single piece of you, stirring into you and turning you that same deep shade of crimson, burnt and heady around your edges, colored so dark you can feel permeating your veins with each beat of your heart, with each thrust of his hips.聽
Your hands scramble for purchase, fingernails digging at the meat of his bare back as Marcus moves slow, almost stopping as he bottoms out, lips and tongue marking time against your neck, and you whine, a pathetic whimper begging for him to keep going. He chuckles, dark and low, and you feel the delicious hook of his nose bump into your own before fusing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. Words aren鈥檛 needed, you can feel each syllable mixing into your skin as he sweeps the taste of him through the deep pull of your mouth.聽
Taste me. Feel me. Breathe me in.
Again and again you would savor him, fill yourself to the brim with that candy sweet burning taste as it tingles at your nose, branding you with each fire hot pull of his body. 聽Blissfully, with little warning, Marcus is moving again. He snaps his hips forward, pounding into you, pushing into you over and over, setting the very essence of him deep inside your bones. When his lips pull away you pull him back down, skin pressed to skin, your nose buried where his neck curves, the perfect spot to inhale that smell, something similar to mulled spices and safety and the comfort of home after a hard day. He finds the delicate shell of your ear, heated words carving through ice, as he worships you from every angle.聽
Are you warm enough, my love?
Are you? How could he ever doubt? To have him ask that of you, question the fervor that rolls off him, a flame rising higher and higher, licking sweet and gentle across your skin seems insane.You would kill to breathe him in, just as you do now, and you find it is your only wish in life so you beg, shameless and needy for him to never stop. Marcus鈥檚 lips find yours yet again, answering your cries with one single promise, painting you in vibrant shades of reds. You take each piece he offers, spicy sweet candy on your tongue and you know when he finally does have to pull away, you鈥檒l be tasting the flavor of cinnamon long after he鈥檚 gone.
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loversandantiheroes17 hours ago
Not to put too fine a point on it, but a hug from Frankie Morales would fix me.
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