#THIS IS MY FIRST PIKE FIC

[marcuspikegf]

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES

pairing: marcus pike x f!scientist! reader (reader works in the labs, chemical and electronics)

part 1 : mission: cologne | i'm also on ao3 :) | word count is 2022 | part two

rating: general audiences

reader is a techie working in the labs, marcus keeps asking for gadgets :P that's it really. set after lisbon and jane get together.

reader is not described but she has hair that's long enough to be tied into a bun (LAB SAFETY!)

this is my first fic!!! so excited to share with everyone :) likes and reblogs are love :3

The day hasn’t just gone by – it’s dragged itself along, stayed far, far past it’s welcome. You’re drained, exhausted, spending the entire damn day here in the lab. The entire day had been wasted working on the new tracing agent that undercover agents could use, subtle enough to be a cologne, and when sprayed on the perp, creating an invisible tracer on them, to have them be tracked by FBI equipment. 

You had to admit, it was a rather decent idea in theory – your team had been brainstorming the formula for a few months now. Your boss was convinced it was possible, and you had been wrong to completely pass it off – here was a mostly finished vial of the liquid.

You had spent the entire day irritating your skin with the acids enough times to remind you of you university’s chemistry classes. Annoying you, as per usual, the liquid seeping into your gloves, unforgiving every time – and you frantically scrubbing it off in the hand-wash station. 

This time you wouldn’t even get a passing grade if you stood in this lab long enough, just spending time working on this somewhat futile task until it was perfect. 

The clock ticked, it was 8:20, and the sky was pitch dark, and the vials hung around you, almost mocking you as you kept scratching your pencil at the notepad, the ratios nearly somewhat off every damn time. 

You’re exhausted, a test-tube in shatters on the floor that you haven’t bothered cleaning up. Lab safety risk or whatever, you don’t care anymore, ready to snap your pencil in half and set the notebook on fire on the bunsen burner. 

There’s a knock on the door, and you whip your head around to see Agent Pike leaning against the doorframe of your lab – casually, like he doesn’t bother pointing out the broken glass on the door and the spilt water. You turn off the bunsen burner quickly, noting down the results of the experiment again, before looking at him from over your protective goggles. 

He’s been here before, you’ve talked to him from time to time – the art crimes department is not often a visitor to the labs, you’re used to other departments, baggies of drugs to test, deep cover to get more gadgets, agents that deal with gruesome murders and conspiracies.

You’ve met him when they required confirmation of the chemical composition of a fake, to make sure it was one. Then they kept coming back, that case a mystery between having the right age of the paints and the canvas, but being painted in the present. A good forgery, easy enough to catch with the magic of the machines of the lab.

“Agent Pike?” You ask, absently brushing back your hair, it’s long and tied up, somewhat still upholding the importance of lab safety, with some pieces falling over your face, “is there anything I can do for you?”

You don’t talk to people that often – it’s how you roll, science has it’s discussions, but they’re structured, focused, and impersonal. 

You enjoy it, not really having much else to say. 

He frowns at your tone, one that doesn’t seem serious – “I was just coming in to see Dr Lewis on his work for the chemical tracker, I didn’t realise you’d be in the lab this late.”

Your lips quirk up in a smile, conversation with him is easy, you’ve realised. Easier than what it feels like with others, something about him – something, that lets your brain bypass the awkwardness and reply back, a rhythm.

“Dr Lewis unfortunately is not a labrat, this all me.” Gloved hands pick up the test tube that has been sitting in the rack for a while, “He did all the hard work, I just have to fix the ratios.” 

“Fixing ratios?” He looks at the scribbles on your notepad, crosses and numbers scattered about with pencil that looks deep enough to rip through to the page underneath, “Shouldn’t be too hard.”

“I’m glad you know so much about chemical composition.” Your words have no bite really, as you speak to him, he is of a different world, one with paintings and art – brushstrokes defined well, crimes more polished than the drug-related ones you’re testing for, “too hard? No. But time consuming?”

There’s a sigh, one that comes from deep inside your chest – “Incredibly slow.” 

He does this little chuckle, soft, eyes crinkling so you can see the crows feet around them – “Can’t be worse than paperwork.”

You grin. “Paperwork doesn’t involve fire-alarms, I’m sure.” 

“Point taken.” He nods, solemnly, before breaking out in a smile again – and you can’t help but laugh at that. Unguarded, nose crinkling as you did so. You wipe some of the sweat of working in this lab off your forehead with the back of your wrist, the only part of your arm that isn’t covered with a glove or a sleeve. 

“So what did you come here for?” You ask, turning away from him again to focus on preparing the next experiment. Only twenty more to go, you could be finished by 2 if you were lucky. Then you could take the rest of the damn day off, probably nap face down in your apartment, not smelling like Leather or Cedarwood, or any sort of wood really. Another day in this lab and you’d start waging war on esters, you bet.

“...Did you hear me?” His voice breaks your thoughts, as you’re measuring out another set of chemicals to pour into the vial. 

You did not, obviously – it was a thing you did, often just being caught up in your own thoughts, drowning out much of the world. Usually this was headphones, but these days you were so used to honing in your focus on the sounds of the lab, the sounds of the wind against the window, you didn’t hear his words.

“No,” you say, blinking, “sorry, I didn’t…” You shake your head, turning back to him, and pushing the glasses up your nose again, “I got to focus on this.”

“No worries,” he looks more amused than annoyed, and you breathe a sigh of relief – it would be very mortifying to have one of the only friends you’ve made in the FBI in the five months you’ve been here to start getting bored of you, or whatever. “I was just saying, were you anywhere close to finishing this? I need it for an op my team is pulling next week.”

“Next week?” You ask, now fully turning around, taking your glasses off your face – a little in shock. “Next week? Are you insane? I mean…”

You grimace at that, calling a senior agent insane was probably not the best way to go, but you’d already said it, and the words hang above you like a swinging light.

“I mean, well–”

“Go on,” he humours you, for some reason, can you see curiosity in his eyes?

You clear your throat, “It’s not…” you click your knuckles, cramped from holding tongs and test-tubes all day. “It’s not that we don’t have a prototype, it just hasn’t been field tested yet. It’s be a stupid idea to take this out in the field with barely any understanding of how long it lasts.”

His brow arches, at both the audacity of your words and the frankness of it. He appreciated this with you, at least you told him what was going on, unlike the other technicians that just brushed off his requests with statements. At least you told him why this wouldn’t work.

Yet, “We don’t have the luxury of time,” his tone is dry, much like your mouth – “We’ve had an update on our intelligence, we need our undercover agent to sell the painting, and we need this compound as verification.”

You frown, looking away at the dark sky outside the window – dammit, you really wanted that nap. 

This would probably require much more of your time, and not just yours, but the whole team’s. And ten red-bulls, probably, coffee wasn’t going to sustain you much longer.

But you can’t help but feel a pang of…something…in those brown eyes of his, pools of warmth that hide a plea in them, disguised. Agents often come to you with…all sorts of issues; guns not working, narcotics identification – this one is no different, asking you for something you make.

And yet he isn’t taking you for granted, situation clear in front of you, not being asked by the agents to perform a forensic analysis on a piece of bloody clothing – this was work, innovative work. Work you like to do. 

And then there’s the deal with him looking like that. With his hair in disarray and his mouth in a half up, half down smile that makes something in your chemical hardened heart beat a little faster. You can’t refuse that, you can’t refuse this pretty agent that smiles at you from time to time.

You pace in front of the work bench, goggles back on your face as you try and figure out the best way of making this damn tracer happen in the span of a week – less than that, knowing Pike.

“I could perhaps spend more time working on the stability…” You mutter, before shaking your head no, “No, it won’t work, but with Jones, he could help me with the adhesivity…”

Then, louder, “Okay,” you press your lips together, “Seven days, that’s a maybe if that.”

“Five.” He bites back a grin.

“Do you want me dead, agent?” You fight the urge to rub your fingers against your temple, instead letting your gloved hand fidget with your labcoat’s sleeve. “Five days is impossible, and that’s with the whole team working…”

He looks back at you, calm – “I believe in your ability to deliver under pressure, Doctor.”

“I’ll crack.”

“You’ll deliver.” He repeats, a little firmer this time, and you have delivered before, delivered easily. You and the team have managed to do things fast, but that’s often analysis, not new gadgets. 

“Fine.” You nod, you can’t refuse that face – the way it lights up, loose red collar, brown eyes standing out with the blue shirt – “If I die of the stress, hold a state funeral.” You joke, “tell everyone I got shot or something.”

He doesn’t laugh at your morbid joke, and you feel guilty immediately, did you say something that wasn’t right? He was a field agent, art crimes or not – he’s seen death. 

It’s one thing hearing about it in the labs, one living it.

“I’ll make sure everyone will know about your contribution.” He says it in a way that makes you pause, intensity in his dark eyes, perhaps it’s the way the light is low on his face, shadows contrasted.

“Sure.” You say, voice uncharacteristically high, not knowing how to deal with…whatever that was. 

“Good luck, Doctor.” Marcus smiles, polite, almost detached again – perhaps something more behind his smile that you don’t exactly know ? Your pulse thudding against your wrist as you see him consider coming closer, perhaps give a handshake – before looking at your gloved hands and stepping back.

“It’s Miss.” You tug at your collar, “Haven’t…finished the PhD yet.” 

“Right, Miss.” He nods, before the air turns businesslike again, straightening from his position on the doorframe – “See you in five days.”

You stare at him as he walks out, footsteps down the linoleum floor, stare at him for a moment too long, and something in you longs that he would turn back. 

“Guess I’m not sleeping!” You sigh, finally turning back to your workbench, pulling out your phone to text on the lab groupchat to let them know they won’t be sleeping too.

You can fit into the hum of the lab easily again, glasses on your face as you start your work – Dr Lewis will be annoyed to take on the extra workload, but something in you can’t bring yourself to care. The feeling bubbles in your chest, remembering when you used to shake mentos and cola together to make a rocket - something like that.

You like it. Maybe he does too.

[curator-on-ao3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Mirror Number One | Una Chin-Riley/Mirror Christopher Pike Characters: Mirror Christopher Pike, Mirror Number One | Una Chin-Riley (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Mirror Universe (Star Trek), Weapons, tone shifts, Love, Implications, Hope Summary: The facts are irrefutable: Una wronged Chris, wronged the Empire.

So why can’t he bring himself to kill her?

[onyxbird]

No Strings Attached

Summary: Jarett may not usually fight alongside his employers, but he knows them well enough to know when something just isn't right. They do this all the time, so surely they have some kind of strategy for if their cleric gets possessed, right? Pike has an unusual strategy for being in two places at once, and she trusts her friends implicitly. If only they had that much trust in themselves. Also on AO3.

Jarett darted behind the piece of broken wall Vax was already huddled behind and dropped to a crouch next to him. Every line of Vax's form screamed stress.

“Vax. Not to complicate this already terrible situation, but…” Jarett grimaced, trying to figure out the right way to explain.

“Yes?” said Vax, distractedly. He stared apprehensively at the spot where Percy had just unloaded several shots into a wyvern, but his eyes did not track its movement, as if he was lost in his own thoughts. A flash briefly illuminated the battlefield, its radiance casting Vax and Jarett into even deeper shadow, as Pike fired off a spell and sprinted for the next piece of cover as fast as her short legs could carry her.

Jarett hesitated, wondering if he was making a mistake.

Vax glanced over at him, eyes focused again. “Yes, Jarett, what is it?”

“I think there is something wrong with Pike,” he blurted. “She is acting strangely; she does not sound like herself. We must be on guard. If something is possessing Pike and pretending to be her, this could be a trap for us all.”

Vax closed his eyes and dropped his forehead against the stone in front of him with a soft thud. “Fuck!”

A slight scrape of stone on the other side of the wall made his head snap up again. He exploded to his feet, flinging three daggers in quick succession to bury themselves to the hilt into the monster's head. It let out an ear-splitting screech, clawing at the dagger buried in one eye, and Vax bolted, grabbing Jarett by the back of his collar and dragging him along.

Jarett stumbled scrambling to keep up, until they reached a larger, intact wall and Vax crammed them both into a shadowed alcove, Jarett first.

Jarett eyed him warily. “You do not seem as surprised as I expected.”

Vax cautiously peeked out of the alcove, checking for enemies, and at first Jarett thought he wasn't going to answer. Then, satisfied with his check, he spun back to Jarett and leaned in close.

“She's not here.”

“What?”

“Pike's not here,” hissed Vax. “Well, her body is, but—She's checking out that tunnel while we keep them busy, looking for any way to collapse that contraption and stop it. Astral projection. We were going to leave her safely behind, but she insisted we needed a healer and that they might get suspicious if she wasn't fighting with us.”

Jarett blinked at him, stunned. “But—” The distinctive warmth of one of Pike's group healing spells washed over him, and a cut over Vax's eye closed up. “—then who is that?!”

“Vex,” said Vax, miserably. “And me. Pike figured out a way to let us basically puppet her around while her conscious focus is elsewhere.”

The boom of falling rocks from the middle of the battlefield made Vax flinch, and he frantically grabbed for his earring. “Vex, did you get her—?” Jarett couldn't hear the answer, but Vax's relieved sag against the wall made it clear enough: Pike had escaped the impact.

They both poked their heads out of the alcove, scanning for enemies. Vax's daggers combined with Jarett's crossbow sent one of the still-flying wyverns crashing into the dirt. It didn't move again, and its rider tumbled across the ground.

Jarett ducked back into cover. “Why you?” Of all the questions spinning through his head, it was probably the one that mattered the least.

Vax rattled off the answer without hesitation—clearly, it had been a point of discussion. “Keyleth and Percy don't get on with gods; Grog knows less about magic than even I do and spends most of battle in a rage, and Scanlan—”

“Is Scanlan. Say no more.”

“Yeah, well—Shit!” A flash of panic crossed Vax's face as his eyes unfocused once more. A moment later he blinked and muttered, clearly not to Jarett, “Yeah, mostly got her out. Still got clipped by part of the swing, though. Should she heal herself or try to hit the fucker before he can get another swing in?”

…

Pike skidded to a stop next to Jarett, grabbing his arm and healing him. “Hey. More guys coming up from the south. Can you get to that gate and get it barred so we don't have more of these fuckers to deal with? Vex and Grog will cover you.”

A shower of arrows from above peppered their nearest enemies as the shadow of Vex on her broom swept over.

“Uh, yes. Yes, of course.” Jarett looked down into Pike's blue eyes. Vax's accent and manner of speaking coming from Pike's mouth in Pike's voice was somehow even more unsettling than the twins' imperfect imitation of her own. From the corner of his eye, he could see Vax clinging for dear life to the back of the wyvern vigorously attempting to buck him and his daggers off.

“Thank you, darling,” said Pike, now with Vex's forced brightness. “Clear path between the pillar to your left and the rider impaled on a tree. Hurry.”

Pike darted back behind a wall next to another guard and reached for her earring, her tone sliding smoothly back into a bubbly approximation of Pike's usual voice. “OK, guys, who else needs healing?”

Grog, currently smoldering and with a worryingly large hole in one thigh, said “No rush, Pikey, but I could use a little smidge when you have a chance…”

“Sure thing, buddy!” chirped Pike.

…

There were no wyverns left, and most of their grounded riders were down, too, when there was a distant boom and a slight shudder in the ground. Friends and enemies alike reacted in apprehension, trying to place what had happened and whether it boded good or ill.

“Oh, wow,” said Pike suddenly. “That's—Ooo, gosh, you guys have been having a time of it, haven't you? How's everyone doing?”

Multiple heads whipped around to look at her. She doubled over, one hand pressed to a wound in her side from a claw that had slipped between armor plates.

“Pike!” A swirl of black feathers plummeted from the air like a meteor to land beside her. “Oh gods, are you all right? I'm so sorry. I—”

Pike gently batted away his extended hand before it could touch her shoulder. “I'm fine; I'm OK. Save it for someone in worse shape.” She beamed up at him despite tears of pain welling up in the corners of her eyes. “You did great.”

“You're hurt.”

“No worse than normal for our fights; it just caught me by surprise just now. And we did it!”

Vax crumpled to his knees and wrapped her in a hug with arms and wings alike.

A small gauntleted hand poked out through feathers to pat vaguely in the vicinity of Vax's back. “Hey… hey, it's OK. You guys did great. I knew you would. I knew I'd be fine.”

Vax huffed a laugh that sounded more like a sob. “I didn't. Don't ever do that to us again. I thought we were going to get you killed.”

[spock-in-awe]

What's Eating You, Spock?

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Spock's going through something, and he's making it everybody else's problem. When the sass hits a ship-wide level and can no longer go unaddressed, the higher-ups step in.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53691781

Rated T

4,287 words

[pikespendragon67]

me: Okay I’m gonna write a short ship fic-

*writes a multi-chapter fic that deals with inner turmoil, handling grief, trying to explain a power system origins that barely gets looked at in canon. Oh and maybe some romance*

me: Dammit, not again!

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

The Fight || Billy The Kid x reader

Summary: Billy involves himself in a physical fight over you.

Warnings: violence, swearing, blood

Wc: 1,347

A/n: uh- this is my very first time writing a Billy fic so pls bear w me (especially w how they talk and stuff) bc in the the series I don’t really find Billy talking like how ppl write abt him (absolutely not hate whatsoever to those who do, I absolutely love ur fics find you all so talented 😭) so I’ll try my best to be as accurate as I can. Do let me know if I make a mistake so I can improve :)

Divider by @pommecita

"I'd fuck her any day if she wasn't whoring herself for him," Ollinger slurs, throwing his head back to let the contents of the bottle run down his throat as the men around him laugh. Billy's head pikes up at the sound. Typical Ollinger, talking about some woman as if she was an object.

Billy watches from the other side of the room as he continues to talk to them, his voice becoming louder by the second. "hot for a fucking gringo, and that's saying something," He shakes his head his eyes half close by how wasted he was.

"Wonder how Billy would feel if I had her, don't think he's too keen on sharin?" He nudges the guy beside him before bursting out laughing. Hearing this, he realises that Ollinger was talking about you. Calling you a whore.

He slammed the bottle in his hand down on the table making a loud noise. Pat Garrett and Jessie slightly flinch before they look up at Billy who was already standing, fuming.

"What's goin' on?" Pat asks, his eyes trying to follow Billy's line of gaze. Billy doesn't answer, instead, he storms over to where Bob Ollinger was and his friends. They were all laughing until one of the guys ushered everyone and tapped Ollinger to face Billy.

He slowly turned around, seemingly not bothered by Billy's presence or the fact that he towered over him. "Have something to say 'bout my girl Ollinger? Hm?" He stands his ground, taking another swig of his alcohol as he maintains eye contact with Billy. Everyone in the room had quietened down, eyes trained on the two who never got along.

"Maybe. Wanna hear what I gotta say Billy?" He smirks as Pat Garret and Jessie had already stood up from where they were. Billy narrows his eyes at the man. "I think she's a pretty little gringa you got there, but she needs a real man, not some kid like you-" "You're fucking pathetic, y'know that?" Billy spat, venom laced in his words.

Ollinger seemed to have sobered up when he said that. He looked at Billy with pure rage. "What’d you call me, boy." His blood was boiling at this point. "I said." Billy steps closer, "You're fucking pathetic." He threw a punch at his jaw as Ollinger falls back from the impact and his lack of balance.

At this point the room was cheering the two on as they throw punches at each other. Ollinger swings at Billy but misses, he was glad he wasn't drinking as much that night. He then lunges and aims towards Billy's stomach, knocking him onto the table as all its contents fell on the floor. "C'mon Billy get up!" Garrett pushes him back up.

Billy had a busted lip and a cut on his eyebrow as a trail of blood fell down the side of his face. However, it was nothing compared to the damage he did on Ollinger. "Call a whore one more time, I dare you," Billy yelled, throwing punch after punch as he was on top of him. "Billy! Billy stop!" Billy heard your familiar voice but didn't stop. All he could see was red.

From the moment you stepped foot out of your carriage that dropped you off in front of the pub, you knew a brawl of some sort was going on inside by the way you could hear cheers and the noise of furniture being knocked over.

You hurriedly walk in. You couldn't see what was going on over the tall people who stood in front of you. Weaving your way through the crowd to try and see what the commotion was about, you bumped into Jessie. "Woah there-" "Jessie, what's going on? Where's Billy?" You quickly ask him before your eyes fall onto him.

He was on top of Ollinger, throwing punch after punch. Your eyes widen in horror as you try to go to him but was held back by Jessie who had an arm around your shoulder. "Let me go! I need to stop him Jessie!" You struggle against his iron like grip. "Can't have you get involved in fight, sweetheart. Can’t let you goin' home with a scratch on your pretty face now can I?"

He says against the side of your face as you squirm, helplessly watching the fight. There was blood everywhere and you feared that Billy had killed Ollinger. "Jessie!" You thrash in his grip before he gives Garrett a look who nods and quickly breaks up the fight.

"That's enough, Billy. You got what you wanted," Pat and few other guys pulled Billy back who was breathing heavily, blood covered his shirt and hands. Billy spits on the ground. "All right, show's over!" Jessie yells as people start leaving. Ollinger gets pulled up by a few others as he's dragged away, his body limp.

"Don't you fucking go near her! You hear me Ollinger?" Billy yells before he spits more blood out. "Enough, Billy!" You exasperated, kneeling beside him to take his face in your hands, inspecting it.

Thank god there wasn’t much damage, only a busted lip and a cut on his eyebrow. “For god’s sake Billy! What happened now?” You search his eyes as he stares back at you, blankly. You catch Pat and Jessie looking at you before their eyes find the floor rather interesting. You stand up, dress already spotted in crimson as you brush the loose strands of your hair behind your ears, “What happened here?”

~

You made a beeline to your bathroom. Billy closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of her bed, he let out a groan before falling back onto the soft mattress. He starts to sit up when he hears you walk back in, a first aid kit in your hands.

You hadn't spoken a word to him since the two of you left the pub and came back to your house. You were grateful that your parents were away for the week, they would have thrown a fit if they saw you covered in blood and Billy batted up.

Moving to stand in between his legs, Billy lifts his hands up to rest on your hips but you slap his hands away. "Darlin'-" "I don't want to hear it Billy," You say, annoyance dripping from you voice as he hisses at the contact of disinfectant on his cut.

Billy lets out a sigh, his eyes trained on your angel like face as you attend to his face. "I'm sorry, I really am-" "Five times. Five times you've gotten into a fight because of me." You scoff, tilting his head firmly as you go over his eyebrow.

"You told me you would stop Billy. I can't keep playing nurse with you because you can't bite your tongue," You make eye contact with him. "You expect me to just sit around and do nothing when some guy is calling you my whore?" Billy's voice gets louder as he furrows his eyebrows at you.

You gulp, eyes looking everywhere but him. "Look at me!" He grips your chin with his thumb and index finger, "You've known me long enough to know I ain't that type of guy," He spoke, his eyes darkening.

"And you've known me long enough to know that I can handle whatever they call me. I don't need you getting into a fight every time someone foul mouths me," Your eyes begin to water. You hated seeing Billy like this. You hated how most of his fights revolved around the topic of you.

"They're all worth it, doll. You're worth it." Billy wipes away the singular tear that managed to escape. You sniffle lightly before he pulls you onto his lap, your arms securing themselves around his neck as he strokes your hair.

"Try not to get into another fight because of me," You mutter, your fingers drawing random shapes on his back as you hear him chuckle, "Can't keep any promises, darlin'" He kisses your hair as the two of you hold each other.

[pedgito]

it's taken me two years to finally getting around to compiling a list of fic recs together for posting, but we're finally here—a list of all the fics i've read this month (november). this is probably going to be a monthly thing since i tend to compile and read over weekends. thank you to everyone who keeps my hyperfixations alive and well with their beautiful writing and storytelling!

this key will help you figure out which fics are more your vibe, or if you're just curious of the contents before you dive in:

smut = 🌶️, fluff = ☁️ angst = ☄️

total fics listed below: 20

✎ — 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

↝ you've got to learn by @split-spectrum — 🌶️ (dubcon warning)

At a client's house party, you catch yourself getting jealous of other eyes on Joel. Joel pulls you aside to show you exactly what he thinks of that.

↝ for cryin' out loud by @gracieheartspedro — 🌶️, ☄️

living with joel is complicated, especially when you can’t sleep due to nightmares. when you find yourself in his bed, you can’t help yourself. but joel sure can. give him a day to mull it over.

↝ road trip by @elflutter — 🌶️

car sex with joel on the way home from a weekend trip

↝ well, all right i’m bad, but then you’re no prize either… by @sceletaflores - 🌶️, ☄️

↝ that's the way road dogs do it by @joelsdagger — 🌶️ (dubcon warning)

on a night out with friends, you run into someone from your past

↝ wherever you stray, i'll follow by @cavillscurls — 🌶️, ☄️, ☁️ (a/b/o dynamics)

Joel resents the choice to allow an unmated omega into Jackson—until he’s the only one who can help her feel at home.

↝ stay awake by @toxicanonymity — 🌶️, (dark) ☁️ (dubcon warning)

Joel meets you by chance after looking for you for 400 years. Now he can’t risk letting you go.

↝ nobody likes a secret by @gracieheartspedro — ☄️, (brief) 🌶️

a rich wealthy playboy who becomes enthralled by his neighbor’s daughter. it never ends well when he can not fathom having happiness for himself.

✎ — 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒/𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐒

↝ the farmer's daughter by @punkshort — 🌶️, ☄️

Forced to sell your body after your father's farm went under, you find yourself hand picked to service the Roman army on their latest battle away from Rome. What you didn't expect was to be selected to share General Acacius's room for the duration of the journey.

↝ war dog by @studioghibelli — 🌶️ (sub/dom dynamics)

the twin caesars were cruel, twisted, bad, unfit to rule the sweet empire of rome. but they pale in the shadow that you, their older sister, leaves behind. general acacius sees your hunger for power, your thirst for blood, your drive for ambition- it disgusts him. unfortunately, he cannot resist the temptation that is you.

↝ cosmic love by @kedsandtubesocks — 🌶️, ☁️ (ft. marcus pike)

a missing statue, a handsome ancient roman general, an equally handsome museum visitor - and you caught in the magical (and wonderful) mess of it all

✎ — 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒

↝ with no strings attached by @jolapeno — 🌶️

stumbling into a diner in the dead of the night, frankie morales doesn't expect to find anyone there. then he meets you. what begins as a one-night-stand-turned-weekend becomes a no-strings-attached arrangement.

↝ more than letters (prologue: the letters) by @almostfoxglove - ☄️

An epistolary prologue. Paired up as pen pals in sixth grade, you and Frankie turn a middle school assignment into a years long friendship.

✎ — 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍/𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒

↝ fourth time's the charm by @jolapeno —🌶️

when you turn up for your reservation, you don't expect him to be there. uninvited.

✎ — 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊

↝ the road not taken by @guiltyasdave — ☄️, ☁️

↝ hold still by @almostfoxglove — 🌶️

On your last night together, Dave agrees to compromise.

✎ — 𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐀

↝ bad idea by @murder-wife — 🌶️

↝ neighbors by @gothcsz — 🌶️, ☄️

what it's like living next door to javier peña.

✎ — 𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍

↝ melting point by @drawingdroid — ☁️, ☄️

You’re a first-year PhD at The University of Nevarro specialising in Mandalorian Art. When your favourite sculptor, the mysterious Mando, opens an art exhibition in the city, you’re the first one to enrol. Unexpectedly, attending to that opening would end up changing your life forever.

✎ — 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋

↝ handjob by @sanarsi

Oberyn is busy discussing important matters for the kingdom but he can’t resist taking care of you as you sit thirsty on his lap.

likes, reblogs, and comments keep the motivation alive, so if you're taking a look at these for the first time, please leave a kind word for these writers or just reblog, even. support your writers <3

[perotovar]

from May to August (or later)

hello friends! i really liked doing my Offering of Frith challenge last summer and have been wanting to do another one ever since. and well, if you've been following me for a minute, you know that Sleep Token is my favorite band. so i figured with their latest album having just released, this was the perfect time to do another one!

this one is going to go a little differently, and hopefully more people can join in on the fun this time around!

disclaimer: you do not need to listen to Sleep Token to participate, or even know who they are.

i'm hoping people will be open minded at the idea of having a song and its lyrics inspire them to write something!

let's get started!

shout out to @scenaaario @kedsandtubesocks and my mom for the help on this ♥

so, the way this will work is like this: i have 4 groups of pedro characters. one group per album. i'll list out those groups and you tell me which boy you'd like to write for and i'll assign you to a group.

for example: say you wanna write for Dave York.

calm down, grumpy pants, sheesh.

anyway, say you wanna write for dave. you'd send me a message saying so and i'll respond with what group you're a part of and most importantly, what your song is!

this way, if someone else wanted to write for dave, they could be assigned to a different group. this makes it a little easier for me to keep track of and hopefully more people happy!

if you have any further questions, don't hesitate to dm me!

now, what do each of these groups look like? here are your options!

GROUP 1

1. Max Phillips -> taken by @noxturnalnymph 2. General Acacius -> taken by @grogusmum 3. Marcus Pike 4. Dave York -> taken by @ghoulettesinspace 5. Pero Tovar -> taken by @clubsoft 6. Joel Miller -> taken by @evolnoomym 7. Lucien De Leon 8. Clint Flood -> taken by @mandaloriankait 9. Javier Peña -> taken by @stitch-away 10. Frankie Morales -> taken by @cosmickid-inmotion 11. Ezra -> taken by @cas-readsandwrites 12. Din Djarin -> taken by @probablyreadinsmut

GROUP 2

1. Joel Miller -> taken by @beardedjoel 2. Lucien De Leon 3. Marcus Pike -> taken by @crowandmousewritingco (crow) 4. Comandante Veracruz 5. Silva -> taken by @javier-pena 6. Dieter Bravo -> taken by @jessthebaker 7. Reed Richards -> taken by @obsessedwithpedritoofc 8. Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey -> taken by @beelzebeth87 9. Dave York 10. Javi Gutierrez -> taken by @qveerthe0ry 11. Frankie Morales -> taken by @quinnnfabrgay-writes 12. Din Djarin -> taken by @dilf-din

GROUP 3

1. Ezra -> taken by @kedsandtubesocks 2. Javier Peña -> taken by @almostfoxglove 3. Lucien De Leon -> taken by @almostempty 4. Clint Flood -> taken by @sp00kymulderr 5. Pero Tovar -> taken by @eroticallywritten 6. Maxwell Lord -> taken by @everybodylovedcontractors 7. Frankie Morales -> taken by @jolapeno 8. Joel Miller -> taken by @millerillusions 9. Marcus Moreno 10. Oberyn Martell -> taken by @oonajaeadira 11. Dave York -> taken by @goodwithcheese 12. General Acacius -> taken by @ak-vintage

GROUP 4

1. Joel Miller -> taken by @pinkypromisepascal 2. Frankie Morales -> taken by @nonbinairyboi 3. Dave York 4. Max Phillips -> taken by @pedritofics | read it HERE 5. Dieter Bravo taken by @rulexofxnines 6. General Acacius -> taken by @cuppajoel 7. Javier Peña -> taken by @grayandthyme 8. Din Djarin -> taken by @5oh5 9. Lucien De leon -> taken by @whocaresstillthelouvre 10. Ezra -> taken by @beefrobeefcal

considering how my last challenge went, this tends to be on a first come first serve basis, but ST have a few singles/extra songs so if someone really wants to participate, i have a few more songs to hand out!

now, what are the parameters of this challenge?

i don't really mind how long your fic is. whatever the lyrics bring out of you makes me happy, so go nuts!

i'm also not super stressed about deadlines, but my little selfish self wants to read these fics super bad LOL and i'd love to see how creative y'all get! i'm going to have this go for the whole summer and you're free to post them whenever during that time. but if writer's block or life happens, there's no rush ♥

have fun!

[marcuspikegf]

☆ ︶︶︶  ౿ ָ🌷͙֒♡🌷͙֒   ︶︶︶ ☆

Ꮺ  STRAWB ! 19   ๋࣭ ⭑ she/her

જ  writer  ೀ  asexual ೀ 

down bad for pedro pascal .ᐟ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

🎧 i'm just a girl in the worldddd .ᐟ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶

[noisynaia]

𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒆

pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader 

word count: 3.0k 

note: Fluff. Drinking. Colleagues to lovers. Mutual pining. Written for the lovely @pedrostories Secret Santa event ♥︎ My gift is for @always-andromeda , I hope you like it! It was so lovely to get to write for this blog again, and so exciting to share my first fic in a year and my first ever Marcus story! Thank you so much for the prompts, I tried to mix them both together, but it ended up dividing a bit from that first plan and turn into something else ♥︎

(This is the first fic I've written in a year and english isn't my native language, so I apoligies for any possible mistakes ♥︎)

The air hangs thick with the scent of pine needles and something suspiciously like cheap eggnog. The office is decked out in holiday cheer. Tinsel glints off the overly-enthusiastic Christmas decorations strung across the office, a jarring contrast to the usually austere environment. Twinkling lights are adorning the walls, and a massive tree stands proudly in the corner, its ornaments shimmering softly under the warm glow. Laughter fills the air as colleagues mingle, while festive music is playing in the background. It is the annual holiday party at the precinct, and the atmosphere is filled with a sense of camaraderie and celebration. 

You are standing near the refreshment table, a glass of spiced wine in your hand, watching the cheerful chaos unfold before you. Your gaze drifts across the room, landing on Marcus, who is in the midst of animatedly chatting with a group of detectives, his smile infectious, and his laughter like music to your ears. You have harbored a crush on him since the day he started at the precinct, and tonight, with him looking so dashing under the twinkling lights, that crush feels more potent than ever. 

Just as you’re lost in your daydream of Marcus’s charming smile, the sound of a familiar voice cuts through the festive din. It’s Harold, the department’s oldest and most verbose agent, and he’s making a beeline for you. “Ah, there you are! I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the new policies coming in next year,” he begins, his voice booming over the festive music. His passion for regulations is palpable, and his eyes light up as he launches into a detailed explanation of compliance protocols, the words spilling out like a torrent as you nod politely.

You try to interject, to steer the conversation towards lighter topics, but Harold is in full flow, oblivious to your subtle attempts at diversion. He recounts every last detail, his hands animatedly gesturing, as you mentally calculate the number of holiday cookies you could have consumed instead of standing here. You definitely need another drink to endure this conversation. Preferably something stronger.

As Harold continues his monologue, you glance over at Marcus again, still engrossed in his chat with the detectives, the laughter radiating from their group like a beacon. A small pang of envy hits you; how easy it seems for him to connect with others, while you’re trapped in this policy discussion. But just then his head turns and your eyes lock across the room.   

Time seems to slow as you feel the warmth of his gaze wash over you, momentarily breaking through the haze of Harold’s relentless chatter. Marcus’s smile broadens, a genuine connection sparking between you like the twinkling lights around the room. He raises his glass in a playful toast, and for a heartbeat, it feels as if the chaotic buzz of the party fades away, leaving only the two of you in that shared moment. 

You lift your own glass in response, the spiced wine glinting in the soft light as you return his toast. The world around you blurs as you focus solely on Marcus, your heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness. His gaze is warm and inviting, making you feel as though you’re the only one in the room. 

You smile back at him, but not as broad as his. He seems to notice, raising a brow in a silent question. Just then, Harold’s voice breaks through the enchantment, his monologue picking up speed as he transitions to the next policy. You catch snippets about “streamlining processes” and “regulatory compliance,” but your thoughts are elsewhere. You can’t help but steal another glance at Marcus, who is still looking your way, seemingly unbothered by the raucous laughter surrounding him. 

You let out a little sigh, which Harold doesn’t seem to even register, as you try to focus enough on the conversation to hum along at the right times and ad and “oh, really,” at the appropriate time. But you can’t help but look over in the direction of Marcus again. You heal how your heart softly flutters in your chest as you watch him make his way through the crowd in your direction. 

“Hey there!” Marcus calls out, his voice cutting through the festive noise with a warmth that sends a thrill through you. He stops just in front of you, his gaze shifting from you to Harold and then back to you. a gentle smile lingering on his face.

“Hey,” you say back, your voice a mix of surprise and excitement, momentarily forgetting all about Harold’s policy monologue. You’re suddenly aware of how the spiced wine feels warm in your hand, and how the alcohol is warming you up from the inside. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Marcus asks, his tone light and polite as he glances at Harold, who immediately seems to deflate under the charming weight of Marcus’s presence.

“Oh, not at all!” Harold replies. “Just discussing the new compliance protocols for next year. Absolutely riveting stuff, I assure you.” 

“Oh, I can imagine. You must tell me about them after the holidays,” Marcus says, his smile is easy, and the way he leans casually against the table makes your heart skip a beat as he turns to you again. “I’ve been meaning to talk with you all night. I need to ask you about something for the report on the Sollery case.”

You can’t help but smile. There is no Sollery case, but you’re not about to correct him. Instead you play along, immensely grateful for Marcus’ graceful way of saving you from Harold’s relentless monologue. “Of course,” you reply, your heart racing as you revel in the attention. The warmth of the spiced wine seems to spread throughout your body, mingling with the butterflies flitting around in your stomach.

You say a polite goodbye to Harold before he can dive back into another detailed explanation of compliance, the relief washing over you as you follow Marcus to a quieter corner in the other end of the room. The festive music swells around you, but it feels like a distant hum compared to the electricity crackling between you and Marcus.

“So, what do you need to know about the ‘Sollery case’?” you ask, a teasing lilt to your voice, eager to maintain the playful banter. 

He chuckles softly, his brown eyes shining as he looks at you, a slight flush is dusting his cheeks, from the alcohol you assume. He looks adorable. 

“You looked like you needed a rescue,” he replies, his voice low and conspiratorial, “and I just couldn’t let you endure another second of Harold’s riveting lecture on compliance protocols. I mean, I love the guy, but sometimes it feels like listening to paint dry.”

You let out a genuine laugh, the sound buoyed by the atmosphere around you. “You have no idea how grateful I am. I was convinced I’d have to start counting the decorations on the tree just to stay awake.”

Marcus grins, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Well, I’m glad I could save you. I can’t let our brightest agent fall asleep at the Christmas party. That would be a tragedy.” 

He nudges you playfully with his elbow, and you feel your heart race at the light touch.

“And uhm, speaking of saving,” he continues, his expression turning slightly more serious but still warm, the flush on his cheeks  darkening just the slightest. “I was wondering if you’d like to come over to my place after this? I have a bottle of whiskey that I think we could both use after the year we’ve had.”

Your breath catches for a moment, the invitation hanging in the air between you like the lighted ornaments strung above your heads. “Whiskey?” you ask, feigning nonchalance while your heart races with excitement. “What kind?”

“Only the best,” he replies, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “I promise it’s not eggnog.”

You laugh, feeling the tension ease slightly. There’s something about the way he looks at you, something that makes you feel seen in a way that you haven’t before. “Well, I do like whiskey,” you say, your voice teasing. 

“Great,” he says, his smile broadening, and you can’t help but feel a swell of happiness at his invitation. This is more than just a drink; it feels like a chance to finally connect with him outside of work, away from the watchful eyes of colleagues.

You take a sip of your spiced wine, trying to calm the excitement bubbling within you. You stay at the party for a bit, chatting and laughing with your colleagues together with Marcus, the warmth of his presence enveloping you like a cozy blanket. After about an hour Marcus leans in a little. “Ready to get out of here?” 

You nod eagerly, a smile spreading across your face at the thought of leaving the crowded FBI office behind. “Absolutely,” you reply, your voice light with anticipation. The idea of spending time alone with Marcus makes your heart flutter, and you feel a rush of excitement as you both make your way towards the exit.

The cold december air hits you as you step outside, a stark contrast to the warmth of the office, but it’s refreshing. Marcus walks beside you, his presence comforting as you both navigate the snow-dusted sidewalk. The streetlights shimmer against the night sky. You make light conversation as you walk towards the metro station. 

The city is alive with holiday lights, casting a warm glow over the streets. You can’t help but steal glances at Marcus as you walk next to him, the way he moves with a casual confidence, his laughter still echoing in your ears. The anticipation of what the night holds has your heart racing, a mix of nerves and excitement simmering just beneath the surface.

As you approach the metro station, the atmosphere shifts slightly. The previous bustle of the office party has now faded  completely into the background of your mind, and the intimate setting with just you and Marcus now feels charged with a new energy. You both descend the steps to the platform, the sound of your footsteps echoing off the concrete walls.

“So,” Marcus begins, his tone light, “how are you spending your holiday season this year?”

You chuckle, leaning against the cool metal railing. “Alone,” you admit with a playful shrug, trying to keep the mood light. “Just me, some takeout, and a few too many holiday movies. It’s gonna be casual.”

Marcus raises an eyebrow, a hint of disbelief mixed with amusement playing on his lips. “Alone? What about family or friends?”

“I mean, I have family, but they’re several states away, and I’d rather not deal with the holiday chaos,” you reply, a hint of defensiveness slipping into your tone. “Plus, my couch and a good movie sound pretty appealing right now.”

“Fair enough,” he says, his expression softening. “I’m spending Christmas alone too this year—just me and a stack of books I’ve been meaning to tackle.” He chuckles, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “I guess we’re both in the same boat, huh?”

“You’re not going back to Texas over the break?”

“Nah, I decided to stay here this year. I love my family, and it would be nice to see them, but a lot happened back home before I transferred. Kind of left there heartbroken and I’m not sure I’m ready to go back just yet, even though I’m mostly over it,” he replies, glancing at you with a slightly embarrassed smile.

You nod in understanding, the weight of his words resonating with you. You open your mouth, you want to say something, even though you’re not even sure about what to say, but then the train arrives with a rush of wind and a clatter of metal on metal. You both step back, momentarily distracted by its arrival. As it slows to a halt, the doors slide open.

Marcus gestures for you to enter first, and you can’t help but notice the way he stands just a little closer than necessary, the warmth of his body radiating towards you. You step into the metro car and find a place to settle in, the metallic seats cool against your skin. Marcus sits beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours, sending a thrill of excitement through you.

As the train starts moving, the rhythmic clattering of the tracks fills the silence, and you glance sideways at Marcus. He’s looking out the window, the lights reflecting in his eyes, and for a moment, you just take him in. There’s something undeniably comforting about being with him, an ease that feels almost electric.

“Is it your first time spending Christmas alone?” you ask, breaking the comfortable silence, your voice soft. “It’s my first time, my first time spending the whole holiday alone…  I’m starting to worry it might be a bit lonely.”

He turns his gaze back to you, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, it is my first time, but it’s just a few days, right? I think it might be good though, to have some time to regroup. Plus,” he adds with a smirk, “I can’t wait to binge-watch whatever I want, I haven’t had time to watch a show in ages.”

You laugh, the sound bubbling up easily. “True! That’s a definite perk.”

“And, you know, if I’m lucky, I might even get to finish that book series I’ve been meaning to read,” he says, an excited, almost boyish, glint in his eyes.

“What series?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“It’s a fantasy series,” he replies, his enthusiasm infectious. “It’s about dragons and magic and all that good stuff. I know it sounds really nerdy, but it’s amazing!”

You can’t help but let out a little chuckle, hiding your mouth behind your glove covered hand. He really doesn’t have any idea about how adorable he is, and it warms your heart. “Of course, you’re a fantasy nerd,” you giggle, shaking your head gently.  

 Marcus feigns offense, his eyes widening in mock indignation. “I’ll have you know that fantasy is a very legitimate genre! It’s all about world-building, character development, and epic battles. Plus, who wouldn’t want to ride a dragon?” He leans in closer, a playful glint in his eyes, and you can’t help but lean in too, drawn by his enthusiasm.

“Okay, okay, you make a compelling argument,” you concede, laughter still dancing in your voice.

“Seriously, you should give it a try. I think you will like it actually.”

“I might just take you up on that,” you say, your heart racing with the idea of sharing something with him. “Maybe I’ll start it over the holidays,” you reply, smiling at him. “I could use some good escapism.”

He smiLes at you, but you don’t get to talk more about it. The train begins to slow as it approaches your stop, and Marcus shifts slightly, his arm brushing against yours again. You feel a warmth spreading through you, a sense of closeness that makes your heart flutter.

As the doors slide open, you both step out into the crisp night air. The walk to his place is short but filled with light-hearted banter and laughter.

Finally, you reach his townhouse. Unlocking the door, Marcus leads you inside, turning on the light of the hallway as he closes the door behind you. He takes your coat hanging it on the coat hanger while you take off your boots before showing you to the living room. The cozy setting, filled with soft light and comfy looking furniture, feels welcoming and familiar.

Marcus moves to the kitchen, and you take a moment to look around. The walls are lined with shelves filled with books, and a few framed pictures catch your eye—some of him with friends, others of family, and one of him as a kid with a goofy grin on his face.

“Make yourself at home,” he calls out from the other room, you can hear the clink of glasses.

You settle onto the plush couch, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you as you sink into the cushions. The warmth of the room envelops you, and you can’t help but smile softly as you take it all in. 

Moments later, he reappears with two glasses in hand, a bottle of whiskey perched under his arm. “I hope you like it neat,” he says, pouring a generous amount into each glass and handing one to you. “Cheers to a surprisingly delightful holiday evening.”

You clink your glass against his, the sound ringing with a sense of promise. “Cheers,” you echo, taking a sip. The rich, smooth flavor warms you from the inside out, and you savor the moment. “Thank you for having me, and thank you for saving me from Harold earlier.” 

Marcus chuckles, the sound warm and genuine. “Anytime. I’d take a night with you over compliance protocols any day,” he replies, leaning back against the couch, his glass resting comfortably in his hand.

“Ditto,” you smile in response. You watch him, the way his eyes light up when he talks, how he seems to genuinely enjoy your company. The atmosphere is relaxed, filled with the soft hum of distant holiday music coming from his speakers. The tension you felt earlier at the party has melted away, replaced by a sense of ease that envelops you both.

“You know…” Marcus’ expression changes as he leans forward to put his glass down on the coffee table. “I was thinking… Since you are spending the holiday alone, and I’m spending it alone, and you said you were scared that it might get lonely…” He takes a deep breath before continuing and you feel your heart fluttering in your chest as you realize where this is going. “Maybe... we could make it a little less lonely together?” His voice is soft yet hopeful, and you can see the sincerity in his brown eyes.

Your heart skips a beat at the suggestion. “That sounds nice.”

“It does?” 

“Yeah, it really does,” you respond, your voice steady despite the fluttering excitement beneath the surface. “I’d love to spend the holiday with you. It sounds… perfect, actually.”

A smile spreads across Marcus’s face, a mix of relief and joy that makes your heart swell. “Yeah, really perfect...”

Unbeknownst to the two of you, this would be the first of many, many holidays spent together.

[milla-frenchy]

Recs | June 25

June readings 💚

Please, rb the fics you appreciated, that's how they live 💚🙏

Check the warnings before reading

Joel Miller

Why not? @aurorawritestoescape

When your vibe dies on you at the worst possible moment, you decide to ask your hot step brother for help

Construction corner @for-a-longlongtime

Joel jerking it to gay porn for the first time

Just to pass the time @arcane-fox

Dancing the night away, Joel Miller has his sights on you

Insatiable @aurorawritestoescape

Joel finally gives you what you want but you already crave more

What's for dinner? @bergamote-catsandbooks

A seemingly mundane list of reminders left for one another evolves into something much more heartfelt

The dog days of starting over | part 1 @joelalorian

Joel is hit with the loneliness of an empty nest when Sarah goes overseas for college. Her solution? Adopt a dog. That may just change Joel's life

Lead me not into temptation Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 @tateypots

Salty, sweet @whocaresstillthelouvre

Joel gives you even more than just a pretzel

Joel and Tommy Miller

Spectators | Concessions | Double play @toxicanonymity

Javier Miller

(Unnamed) @magpiepills

Tommy Miller

Kiss my ass, cowboy @iamasaddie

A simple rest for the night at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere turned out to be a pleasant experience

Good morning text @aurorawritestoescape

Use me @aurorawritestoescape

Tommy makes you feel good after a tiring day

Javier Peña

Don't come around here no more @baronessvonglitter

On a visit to Colombia, you're reunited with old work friends.. Javi is the only one who doesn't come to say hi...

The epilogue @javier-pena

You've been estranged from your husband for years. When you finally track him down to make him sign the divorce papers, you get what you want and what you need - but it comes at a price

Suburban sparks chapt 1 | chapt 2 | chapt 3 | @whocaresstillthelouvre

You've had a crush on Javier Peña since the first time you saw a photograph of him. Finally meeting him years later, changes everything for you... and him

Tim Rockford

Wife material @604to647

Tim wakes up in the hospital after getting shot

Nice and slow @604to647

Detective Tim Rockford is forced to convalesce after getting shot

Bringing you in hot @604to647

Why not Tim Djarin?

Harry Castillo

Masterpiece @baronessvonglitter Getting to know the wealthy man who's taken an interest in your art, you find out he has a dirty little secret

Frankie Morales

Forever @aurorawritestoescape

Frankie takes you out to a fancy restaurant and you think he’s going to propose

Lucien de Leon

Wine stained lips @schnarfer

You run into your ex-boyfriend Lucien, the loss of your life, at a funeral

Pero Tovar

Yǒng Yuǎn (forever) | Breaking chains (part2) @604to647

You and Pero find love in more than one lifetime

Dieter Bravo

Notting Hill AU @schnarfer

Dave York

Law of attraction | Chapt 9 @baronessvonglitter

Attraction isn't an easy thing to ignore. Especially when you and Dave find yourselves entangled in each other's professional and then private lives

Reed Richards

Forced move @bergamote-catsandbooks

Max Phillips

Performance review @aurorawritestoescape

Max conducts a performance review in a non-conventional way

Multi p boys

Grab a bite @guiltyasdave (Dave York x Marcus Pike)

Code blue @baronessvonglitter (Javier Peña x Tim Rockford)

On a double date, Agent Javier Peña and Detective Tim Rockford are more interested in each other than in the bubbly blonde badge bunnies they're with

Other characters

November @thedilfdiaries

Every November, Arthur Morgan is haunted by memories of a love he lost

My writing

Taste in men (Joel Miller x Javier Peña x fem reader) Your longtime friend, Javi, helps you make your ex jealous

The outpost (Jackson!Joel x reader)

You take advantage of an innocent soul to make Joel jealous during patrol

Javi, Joel, Acacius headcanons

The Ambassador can wait (Javier Peña x Steve Murphy)

The tension between the two DEA agents reaches its peak

Fics recs

Please tell me if I forgot yours in this post 🙏

[thedilfdiaries]

This is my first time making one of these, and I feel like I should have done it a long time ago. There's been so many amazing fics I've read this past month. This month alone, I've done more reading and reblogging than I ever have, so buckle up 'cause it's about to be a long one. There's roughly 40ish fics here

A big thank you to every single author on this list for taking the time to write these and for the privilege of letting us read these and for free might I add. Your hard work, blood, sweat and tears has not gone unnoticed.

Please read the warnings before you indulge in these wonderful fics 🥰 enjoy!

Acacius

ᯓ★ Foxglove Downs Masterlist - @whocaresstillthelouvre

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x Lucius Verus x Female Reader

Summary: In the exclusive realm of elite show jumping, where wealth stretches as far as the polished estates, Marcus Acacius and Lucius Verus are locked in a fierce competition that reaches far beyond the arena.

ᯓ★ cosmic love - @kedsandtubesocks

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x F!Reader x Marcus Pike

Summary: a missing statue, a handsome ancient roman general, an equally handsome museum visitor - and you caught in the magical (and wonderful) mess of it all

ᯓ★ Wardog - @studioghibelli

Pairing: Marcus x reader  

Summary: the twin caesars were cruel, twisted, bad, unfit to rule the sweet empire of rome. but they pale in the shadow that you, their older sister, leaves behind. general acacius sees your hunger for power, your thirst for blood, your drive for ambition- it disgusts him. unfortunately, he cannot resist the temptation that is you. 

Dave York

ᯓ★ Law of attraction series - @baronessvonglitter

Pairing: Rom Com AU - divorce lawyer!Dave York x fem!Reader (featuring club owner!Javier Peña) 

Summary: Attraction isn't an easy thing to ignore. Especially when you and Dave find yourselves entangled in each other's professional and then private lives. 

ᯓ★let them feel - @guiltyasdave

pairing: Dave York x f!reader with a side of whichever Pedro boys you want x f!reader

summary: @/luxurychristmaspudding posted this poll with the compelling question in a room full of p boys, who is getting you off (in front of everyone else 👀)?, which led to the lovely daphne @/sizzlingcloudmentality posting let them see (go read that asap!), which then led to me asking "hey do you mind if i continue this?" and then writing 2k words in a state that i can only describe as possessed. enjoy <3

ᯓ★Fear & Delight - @pedgito

Pairing: Dave York x Reader

Summary: Dave's one last contract to tie up before the holidays proves to be more difficult than he expected.

Din Djarin

ᯓ★For the first time - @sawymredfox

pairing: Din Djarin x fem able-bodied reader

summary: The decision is made, it's time to do it. Hopefully, he'll survive the pain.

Frankie Morales

ᯓ★ Be My Baby - A Very Frankie Christmas - @schnarfer

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!reader

Summary: Will you be my (Christmas) baby?

ᯓ★ The Layover - @magpiepills

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f reader x f reader’s friend x Santi Garcia

Summary: you and your friend meet a couple guys on their way back to Florida from Colombia. One thing leads to another and you end up at a motel.

ᯓ★ More Than Letters Series - @almostfoxglove

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!Reader

Summary: You've tried long distance once: in college, after meeting your childhood pen pal Frankie in person for the first time. It didn't work out. More than a decade later, your mom calls with news: a letter has shown up for you with a familiar return address.

ᯓ★ nut vid with the sound on - @syd-djarin

Pairing: frankie "catfish" morales x f!reader

Summary :You accidently send Frankie a text that he wasn't supposed to see.

Javier Peña

ᯓ★Unscripted Desire - @gothcsz

Pairing: pornstar!javixreader

Series summary: you’re a camerawoman that shoots pornos. javier peña is the pornstar you can’t stand. why is it that you’re always so affected by him? Explicit. Minors DNI. 

ᯓ★Touch Tank - @thundermartini

Pairing: javier peña x f!reader

Summary:Javier helps you get over a little self-confidence crisis.

ᯓ★Branded - @sawymredfox

pairing: Javier Peña x fem! able-bodied reader

summary: Javier acknowledges something in the middle of the jungle.

ᯓ★The Constant - @milla-frenchy

Pairing: Javier Pena x fem reader

Summary: Javi wakes up after a nightmare

ᯓ★ FYBF- @almostempty

Pairing: Javier x f! reader

Summary: javier takes you home to prove that he can fuck you better than your boyfriend

Joel Miller

ᯓ★A Christmas Miracle - @punkshort

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Years of tension after a failed hook-up attempt with Joel boil over at your office Christmas party, but not in the way you expect.

ᯓ★texas red - @studioghibelli

pairing: joel miller x reader, 18+

summary: Joel ain’t used to lovin’ like yours.

ᯓ★ guilty pleasure: a fic in fetlife messages @wintrwinchestr

pairing: joel miller x f!reader oneshot

summary: joel is a freak and is tired of keeping it to himself. he finally decides to make himself a fetlife profile and finds just the type of girl he's been looking for to match his freak: you.

ᯓ★Phonophilia - @ozarkthedog

Pairing: Joel miller x f reader

Summary: Joel Miller loves how responsive you are.

ᯓ★Loopholes series  @yxtkiwiyxt

pairing : Joel Miller x f reader 

Series Summary: After a recent layoff from your job, you're now facing the end of your work visa in the U.S. which is set to expire soon. Tommy needs to access his trust fund before turning 35 or by marrying, so he presents you with a proposition: pretend to be his fiancée. In return, he’ll sponsor your work visa by putting you on the payroll for Miller Construction. But things get more complicated when you meet Tommy's older brother, Joel, who is skeptical about your fast-tracked engagement.

ᯓ★Fixation - @mssalo

Pairing: joel x f reader

Summary: You have an oral fixation, and Joel is more than happy to keep your mouth busy. 

ᯓ★Precision - @mrsmando

Pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: joel lets you trim his mustache. 

ᯓ★But he's the one i want - @wheresarizona

Pairing: Joel x f!reader

summary: All you needed was to see if your dad’s friend, Joel, had a spare key to your father’s house. Instead, you get railed within an inch of your life on Joel’s couch. 

ᯓ★Bad Santa - @baronessvonglitter

Pairing: sleazy mall Santa!Joel Miller x fem!Reader

Summary: Frantically seeking relief during the Christmas rush, the Santa at your local mall is the last person you'd expect to help.. and the only one who can.

ᯓ★it means something - @jolapeno

Pairing: jackson!joel miller x f!reader

Summary: Compliments don’t fall from his tongue, but they drip from his eyes. They land on your skin, healing scars that don’t show; they make you glow, and feel like something worth choosing.

ᯓ★HARDER THAN YOU THINK - @aurorawritestoescape & @milla-frenchy

Pairing:Boss!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: It’s your first day at work and you feel nervous. But what can go wrong if your boss is your dad’s best friend, a person you’ve known and trusted for years? 

ᯓ★Lie to me - @strang3lov3

Pairing: dark+joel x f reader

Summary: Joel catches you red handed

ᯓ★dance away your cowboy blues - @kedsandtubesocks

Pairing: Country Singer!Joel Miller x F!Reader

summary: who knew the man with the voice of an angel could break your heart this bad? 

ᯓ★ The Wold You Feed Series - @arcanefox207

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Summary: Set in fictional New England town, you fall for your handsome, intense and outdoorsy neighbor while renting out your parent's vacant summer home during a brutal winter.

ᯓ★Fallin' - @probablyreadinsmut

Pairing: Joel Miller X Afab!Reader

Summary: Reader is Joel's neighbour, a mid to late twenties pastry chef, who finds herself running on fumes. You're married to your high-school sweetheart Matt and for the longest time you were happy.

The loss of his job a few months prior changed him and before you knew it, the man you'd married didn't exist anymore. Replaced by a volatile stranger, it was him, but it wasn't him.

Joel Miller finds himself at the centre of it all and when the world ends, the trouble for him, doesn't end with it.

ᯓ★The Mrs Clause - @probablyreadinsmut

Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Afab!Reader

Summary: You and Joel are Patrol partners who have been dancing around your feelings for each other for the longest time. Tommy has had enough of it and decides to intervene, setting Joel and you up as Santa and Mrs Claus.

ᯓ★ Steal Your Girl - @evolnoomym

Pairing:Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: Joel shows you good time after some dude makes you feel very disappointed.

ᯓ★ A good grade - @itwasntimethatdidit40

Pairing: Perv Art Professor!Joel x afab!reader

Summary: You always thought you would have a future in the art world, until you met Mr. Miller, your professor who decided to make your life hell. What are you willing to do for a good grade?

ᯓ★ cherry thrill masterlist - @hellishjoel

Pairing: tattoo artist daddy dom!joel miller x virgin sub f!reader

series summary: Trust and devotion. Ink meets innocence. Your tattoo artist, Joel Miller, shows you what it really means to give up control. Reeling from the loss of your job, you’re running out of options, until a passing comment from Joel and a video camera give you just the right idea.

Reed Richards

ᯓ★That Shit wont end well - @sanarsi

Pairing: reed richards x f reader 

Summary: An affair with the most famous inventor of your time? What could possibly go wrong?

[polkkadottt]

your honor, theyre in love. now here are my designs for them.

HEADCANONS BELOW !!!

a lot of these hcs probably come from fics I've read so if you recognize it... uh. yeah.

PYKE

• wavy hair that constantly swirls and spirals, it has little star-like dots in it and radiates heat

• EARRINGS. due to the andy no-earring statement (that i havent seen yet) i've come to a sort of compromise... rett gifted (made? probably) pyke a set of earrings a little after they met. Pyke has never worn earrings and didn't really like how they felt previously, but accepted and wore them anyways bc. Rett gifted them! Rett never learned of this distaste until the equivalent of a year later. But, Pyke still wears them because theyre special to him and he can't imagine NOT wearing them now!

• dotted with light, glittery, star-like freckles everywhere. most people don't notice them 'til they really look at his face or arms (speaking from experience)

• boots made by Rett. they're lightweight but still add a kick in his kicks if ykwim! (i also did this because i cannot draw his og boots for the life of me!)

• a glittery hairtie that I imagine Pixel gave him because "how do you fight with that long hair whipping around?!" he rarely uses it because he usually never tames nor cares for his hair, but he keeps it on his person just for the sake of it.

• rbf but it just looks like hes doing a model face

• "pike" keychain Pixel gave him around his belt loop! atp, if you asked him where he got a lot of the stuff hes wearing he'd say most of them were gifts!

• scars from prison (that i forgot to add) bc they didnt have proper medicine or any sort of care there

RETT

• his hair looks scraggly but its actually kinda soft! theres usually no tangles because Pyke runs his hands through it so often

• little star stud earrings to (kinda) match with Pyke

• moles galore. he has moles everywhere. he remembers very specifically having a mole just above his right brow

• loads of scars from the battlefield that cause him to miss patches of hair (ex. the scar on his lip causing an indent on his beard, the scar on his arm taking a chunk of his arm hair, etc.)

• always has his shirt (jumpsuit?) zipped down because it's especially easy to overheat with a solari always around

• massive rbf. with that fucking canon he lugs around people always assume theyre about to get blasted. he never understands why he gets nasty looks! but it worked real well on scaring ziggy into not spending all their notes for the first couple months

• his hand his extreeeemmeeely calloused due to working 24/7

• IDFK why hes holding a wrench. don't ask me. do average men just hold wrenches? probably

• not a headcanon but someone tell me if Rett looks too dull or he just happened to be standing next to Pyke and in a yellow background... bc honestly idk how else to add vibrancy to this man without it look ridunkulous.

XTRA !

• matching bracelets with rings that are tightened to the MAX, just so they don't bother them during battles and such. of course, they were made by Rett. sum ppl presume them to be wedding rings but ofc not... its on the middle finger... psshhh...

[aurorawritestoescape]

Wip Wednesday

Thank you for the tags, lovelies @milla-frenchy @sawymredfox @thundermartini @myownwholewildworld @strang3lov3 ❤️

I’m still working on my hotel maid fic with Joel.

The next day you were in the hallway, rummaging your cart for the right cleaning detergent, when you saw Joel exiting his room. He was wearing a leather jacket, probably because it was cooler than usual that day, and a pair of dark blue jeans. First, your eyes feasted on the sight of his strong back, straining the shiny leather, and you bit your lip, admiring his broad frame, but then you remembered the photo you’d seen on his nightstand - happy Joel with his little daughter. You hastily averted your eyes from the handsome guest — you’d never be a homewrecker.

The inspo for Joel’s look🤤

And here’s a little taste of my titty-sucking Dieter fic, that I’m planning to post this week🥛Marcus Pike is there too btw😁

While Dieter was gulping down your milk, your sweet noises were driving Marcus mad with lust. He had heard you moan like that only when his cock was ruining your tight pussy. A pang of regret painfully stung his heart and he chided himself for never sucking on your tits. Dieter interrupted your husband’s thoughts.

“Pull him out, man. I know you’re fucking hard. We both are,” Dieter mumbled, after letting your puffy nipple out of his mouth with a pop. Milk immediately trickled down the curve of your breast and Dieter rushed to scoop it up with his tongue before latching onto the source of your creamy nectar again.

The inspo for Dieter😜 it’s posted Perfect Match

Npt💞 @iamasaddie @604to647 @evolnoomym @sunshineispunk @tateypots @itwasntimethatdidit40 @toxicanonymity @joelmillerisapunk @magpiepills @schnarfer @quaritchscupquake @pedges-world @corazondebeskar @kewwrites @romanarose

[spirk-fic-recs]

Hi! Thanks for your lovely fic recs! Do you have any favorite spirk au fics? Im a big fan of modern alternate universe fics and would love to find some spirk ones.

Well, Nonny, HELL YEAH I DO!

Thank you for your kind words! My absolute favorite is this WIP that’s really really really good— like I don’t subscribe to ongoing fics but I did to this one so— yeah. I’ll list down my faves and indicate what kind of AU’s they are per entry!

Sincerely, Spock (TOS, WIP, 15486 words [Modern 21st Century]) by unbearable_lightness_of_ink

Good evening,

Please review the attached photograph and verify that it has aroused you. Furthermore, please provide photographs of your own at your earliest convenience. Thank you, and I look forward to your response.

Sincerely,

Spock

After drunkenly making out with a coworker at a mixer, Spock determines to follow up appropriately. Armed with research into socio-sexual behaviours and a list of expected next steps, he initiates what he expects to be a less-than-one-month casual sexual relationship, based on the averages he's observed with Jim's previous flings. He's going to get a good grade in behaving like a normal neurotypical human (something that's normal to want and possible to achieve).

THIS IS MY FAVORITEEEEE like it might be one of my favorite Spirk fics ever as well. It’s just super duper good and as a person who really had trouble reading people and mirroring them and learning how to be “normal” back when I was in elementary, I could really connect with Spock in this fic. It’s so wholesome and loving, an honest and frank study into finding your people who will accept you as you are— under the guise of sexual exploration and experimentation ;)

The Vulcan Who Fell to Earth (TOS, 58680 words [Earth is not part of the Federation/First Contact AU] ) by CMMA3

After Spock’s ship crash lands on a farm in pre-warp Earth, he is taken in by James Kirk, owner of the farm. Spock is a scientist, one of many sent to study the planet and determine its readiness for First Contact. He takes this as an opportunity to study Terran agricultural methods— but as he and Jim grow closer, can Spock continue to hide his alien nature?

A Cat in a Bag (AOS/TOS, 23333 words [Modern/Shapeshifter AU] ) by USS_Genderprise

On the way back from university, Jim finds a small, black cat that was caught in the rain and decides to take it in. Spock, for his part, is happy to play the part of a normal cat if it means he can spend a few hours in his humanoid form, reading through Jim's impressive collection of books.

A Debt of Gratitude (TOS, 8009 words [Mob Boss/Piece of the Action AU]) by williamspockspeare

After Spock spares his life for no apparent reason, mob boss James Kirk is determined to get to the bottom of the mystery. What he discovers is a kind of action that no gangster has ever threatened him with: an action of the heart.

The Modern Galatea (TOS, 18045 words [Frankenstein AU]) by williamspockspeare

Spock creates a new form of man, and finds himself increasingly, maddeningly obsessed with his own creation. Loosely inspired by Frankenstein.

Where Sea Meets Sky (AOS, 20647 words [Academy/Selkie AU]) by Rynne

Cadet Spock of Starfleet finds a mystery as well as an unexpected friendship when he meets a strange human boy on a beach at night. Soon, however, Spock is intrigued by more about Jim than just his secrets.

Wanted (AOS, 25051 words [Bounty Hunter AU]) by iknewaman

Over his life, Spock had accumulated a certain set of skills, and so it was only logical that he put those skills to use and become a proficient bounty hunter. His next target: James Tiberius Kirk

Harlequin Hearts (TOS, 62929 words [Different First Meeting AU]) by pamdizzle

When Spock and other members of the USS Kelvin are captured by Orion slave traders in a mission gone wrong, Captain Pike asks for the USS Enterprise’s assistance in retrieving them. Upon seeing Commander Spock for the first time, Captain James Kirk is immediately drawn to him. He had heard of Spock before— Vulcan, best first officer in the fleet, keeps to himself… but they had never crossed paths.

Throughout the weeks that they spend together, as the Enterprise prepares to rendezvous with the Kelvin, Jim and Spock grow closer and closer— and so do the forces threatening to keep them apart.

NO JOOOKE THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVES TALAGAAAA. It’s so good I swear. There are dark themes at the start, so be prepared, but like this is one of the most wholesome ways I’ve seen Jim and Spock fall in love and it’s so tender and there’s this whole self discovery and growth aspect that I really really like. BASTA ITS GOOD.

The Impostor Professor (AOS, 63590 words [Highschool/Teen AU]) by yaoichan12

Spock arrives at an elite boarding school that he is to stay at while his parents are away and finds that the headmaster believes Spock is their new Vulcan professor and not a student. Spock knows he should correct the headmaster but an illogical bout of rebellion overtakes him and he confirms that he is the Vulcan professor. He begins teaching classes and soon catches the eye of a loner student named Jim. As he and Jim grow closer, Spock starts to regret that he'd lied about being a professor.

Funny and absolutely worth it. One of my absolute faves as well. It’s silly and will make you laugh the entire time.

SO THOSE ARE MY PERSONAL FAVES, but I have a few that I haven’t read yet/am planning to read. You might find them compelling as well.

Hope is a Four-Letter Word (AOS, 75082 words [Cold War AU]) by orphan_account, Wrath_of_Bones

At the peak of Cold War tensions, the United States and the Soviet Union agree to temporarily put their political differences aside for the global good. In a mission to prevent the rise of nuclear war, CIA agent Kirk and the KGB agent Spock are selected as the best of the best by their respective countries, though neither has a record of being voted a team player. Thrust together in an attempt to save the world, the boys are fighting against a ticking clock and, not so secretly, each other.

Newton's 3rd Law (TOS, 53217 words [20th Century AU]) by TheBlackLagoon

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction: It’s 1966, and James Kirk is an eighteen year old draft dodger on his way out of the country when he encounters a crash-landed alien ship. Spock is on a search for his human mother Amanda Grayson who’s halfway across the country in California. Both Jim and Spock are running, Jim from war and Spock from the impossible standards of his father, but they find solace in one another.

Malleus Maleficarum (TOS, 51329 words [20th Century AU]) by perphesone

In the summer of 1976, a man with pointed ears moved into the old abandoned Grayson house up on the hill just north of town. Right around the same time, strange things started happening in Riverside—even stranger than when Amanda Grayson mysteriously disappeared back in 1948. Jim Kirk has always wanted to know the truth. Leonard McCoy just wants to make it through the summer alive.

Happy reading!

—M

[pedgito]

It's the season of Summer Lovin'—and with the perfect...men. A Pedro Pascal character extravaganza all wrapped up into a series of locations, hidden behind numbers of your choosing and carefully crafted for each Pedro boy. If you're interested, please be sure to read through the following instructions and important information below:

There are 50 moodboards to choose from, first come first serve. (none of these pictures dictate the appearance of reader, this is all purely for vibes and up for your own interpretation) All request need to be sent through my askbox!

There's no maximum word count, but we suggest a minimum of 500 words if you're interested, but that is only a suggestion. Write as much or as little as your heart demands.

(Located under the read more) All numbers are separated by 10 location and labeled 1-5 on each, so when requesting a number please do so in the following manner, [ 'camping, #1' or 'barbecue, #5'] and in the chance that number is already taken, I will message you privately to re-choose.

These moodboards will come with the following requirements: a character, a location, and a quote/sentence that all must be incorporated into the fic, everything else is up to you!

All requests will take place June 2nd-3rd and entries will be due to be posted June 20th-22nd!

BY THE WATER

#1 — taken (@ladamedusoif)

#2 — javier pena x reader, like snow on the beach (@janaispunk)

#3 — dieter bravo x reader, poolside (@ovaryacted)

#4 — taken (@sp00kymulderr)

#5 — oberyn martell x reader, doves in the wind (@beskarandblasters)

CONCERT

#1 — tim rockford x reader, confessions (@wildemaven)

#2 — jack daniels x reader, the cowboy & the thief (@schnarfer)

#3 — frankie morales x reader, it's hell on earth to be heavenly (@hellfire-state-of-mind)

#4 — marcus pike x reader, a fine romance (@doscharolastras)

#5 — taken (@ramblers-lets-get-ramblin)

BARBECUE

#1 — marcus moreno x reader, you see me, i watch you (@iamasaddie)

#2 — taken (@beefrobeefcal)

#3 — lucien flores x reader, met you once saw you thrice (@undercoverpena)

#4 — joel miller x reader, wedding in the apocalypse (@i-own-loki)

#5 — frankie morales x reader, do you feel it too? (@burntheedges)

CAMPING

#1 — taken (@the-blind-assassin-12)

#2 — dieter bravo x reader, cabin down below (@eupheme)

#3 — taken (@pr0ximamidnight)

#4 — frankie morales x reader, bagged & tagged (@inept-the-magnificent)

#5 — din djarin x reader, sway the stars which dazzle like pearls (@lady-of-glass-and-bone)

ROAD TRIP

#1 — taken (@whocaresstillthelouvre)

#2 — joel miller x reader, sunshine (@couldsewyouastitchandsavenine)

#3 — jack daniels x reader, hit the road jack! (@thelastofhyde)

#4 — joel miller x reader, until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness (@jomiddlemarch)

#5 — dave york x reader, still (@sizzlingcloudmentality)

CARNIVAL

#1 — jack daniels x reader, hot chocolate (@punkshort)

#2 — taken (@starstruckunknown-princess)

#3 — taken (@vivian-pascal)

#4 — max phillips x reader, the eternal night (@ozarkthedog)

#5 — dieter bravo x reader, no solo riders (@missredherring)

HIKING

#1 — taken (@leslie-lyman)

#2 — frankie x reader, beneath the silent boughs, whispers of dangers flow (@joelalorian)

#3 — javier pena x reader, flora and fauna (@hellishjoel)

#4 — dieter x reader, a lesson in nature (@the-orange-tabby-cat)

#5 — joel miller x reader, stranded (@joelscurls)

WEDDINGS

#1 — taken (@amanitacowboy)

#2 — javier pena x reader, una noche en medellín (@luxurychristmaspudding)

#3 — marcus pike x reader, we'll regret this in the morning (@thesluttylittleknee)

#4 — dieter bravo x reader, princesa bride (@rhoorl)

#5 — joel miller x reader, my place or yours (@criticallyacclaimedstranger)

HEAT WAVE

#1 — javier pena x reader, like a fever (@pedgito)

#2 — joel miller x reader, consider it a favor (@chaotic-mystery)

#3 — taken (@quinnnfabrgay-writes)

#4 — taken (@rulexofxnines)

#5 — marcus moreno x reader, a little help goes a long way (@iluvstrawberry)

MUSEUM

#1 — taken (@carusolikey)

#2 — din djarin x reader, a perfect day (@flightlessangelwings)

#3 — pero tovar x reader, moonlight flight (@sawymredfox)

#4 — marcus pike x reader, when's the last time you lived (@avastrasposts)

#5 — joel miller x reader, who we were (@studioghibelli)

Please make sure to tag your entries under #SummerLovin24 and tag either @chaotic-mystery, @amanitacowboy, or myself (@pedgito)! These will all be reblogged through the week of June 20th-22nd!