#and trying to leave him and marcus alone together as much as possible

[sejarcus-archive]

Dancer! Sejanus, in which he is given the lead role alongside one of Marcus’s best friends, and Marcus can’t take his eyes off of him for the entire duration of the show

[blueberrypancakesworld]

A slave through power and coins

Marcus Acacius, Geta, Caracalla x slave!reader

warning : slavery, hurt/comfort, collar/chain, cage, implied torture, smutish (nothing too explicit), kissing, behavioral disorder (dysfunctional family), written before the movie came out charaters may be different at the end when the movie is out

Summary : In a time when the world was still full of brutality that was considered entertainment, the emperor brothers Geta and Caracalla rose up and Rome was brought to new greatness by Marcus Acacius. But at the end they were all men with power and money…two things that gave you a choice over slaves so what is hidden behind curtains when you turn to your property…a property that you care about a little more than you should.

info : i know i normally try to write everything as accurately as possible and wanted to wait but now i just have to write for it and get some variety back on my blog. I wish everyone a lot of fun reading and until the next work :)

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Marcus Acacius

He was the Roman general of all troops, a war hero for the people who would go down in history, and a confidant of the emperors, the two brothers who ruled the empire together. It was a story, a legend, he would probably receive statues of gold and other riches...but he did not use his coins and influence for such things.

After his victorious return home, greeted by the people and the brothers as much as he enjoyed the prestige, everything was different behind the heavy curtains and doors of his home, the great estate.

There, where his guards and servants bowed, was his dove, his 'Columba', his jewel, the reason why he vowed to return victorious from every battle, the woman who belonged to his heart...a woman he had met in chains at an auction many moons ago. A woman who had no hope of her own after being robbed of her family, she was alone without a home, but a home that Marcus had given her.

A home where she would run into his army every time the curtains and doors closed behind him, ,,By the gods you're back" she would murmur into his embrace, feeling the smell of war clinging to him, fire, ash, blood and death surrounding him every time he came back.

But he was back to that was what mattered, his rough hands held her tightly he hugged his dove, his beloved, his heart to himself, ,,I will not break my promise never my heart" he reminded her he placed his hand on her cheek a tired but relieved face looked into the pure happiness of his wife she nuzzled his cheek and left a kiss on it.

She noticed his pull back he didn't want her to ever remember the horrors of war but as always she took his hand again, ,,It doesn't bother me anymore knowing you made it Marcus" she said quietly seeing the uncertainty disappear in his dark eyes and his hand move back to hers before he finally gave her a long awaited kiss.

They had each other again and that was the main thing, it was an open secret at least on his green that they shared a heart so they knew as soon as they received a visit or went out into the city he was the general and she was just a slave a nothing someone who had to live under his mercy.

But in the evenings they spent together in the little bathhouse in the hot water she washed him and listened to his stories and was reminded again and again by the countless scars that at the end of the day he was a human being just like her.

He always touched her in the water his fingers always found a way to her as if he was always more afraid of losing her though he beat the battles, ,,Like birds fly you freed me from the cage" she reminded him like every time he wiped the little scar on her neck and wrist, leaving kisses on it and apologies showing in his eyes. Where the chains had been on her body, where he should have saved her earlier, where he had left her alone in a battle.

His doubts that he could have done more were interrupted with kisses and touches, his hands joined with hers, he saw his dove before him, his symbol of a possible peace, and was reminded that he had everything he needed. ,,We'll stay here for now, I promise I won't have to go on another crusade" was the message he broke over dinner, a message that meant they could have months of togetherness and peace.

Months of loving each other, of finally being able to feel him again, his lips on hers, on her fingers, hands, arms on her thighs as he pleasured her and her fingers tangled in his dark curls streaked with gray as the sounds of lust and love echoed in her ears.

She leaned against his chest as she rode him, feeling safe being held by him, his lips blessing and kissing her body. He told her stories and myths he had heard while he listened to her and looked at the works she had made, the plants and other beauties she had created in his absence.

The garden full of plants from the different areas of his successes full of color and beauty in which she listened to his voice when he held her in his arms and read poems from thinkers and poets to her, he enjoyed her when she tried to learn to speak and they both tried out new kinds of devotion. There were days, weeks and months full of devotion and dreams and finally they could be a couple at least until the letters from the emperors were brought.

Letters that told them that although Rome was the only empire on infinity, it had to spread, ,,I'll come back to you my columba, I'll take you back into my heart and make my peace when I see the wings of your beauty," he promised her with the helmet in his hand and a sword at his belt as he pulled her close for perhaps the last time their eyes met.

His fingers trembled with excitement and fear her kisses soothed him before he gave her one last kiss and stepped out into a world behind the curtain where they were nothing more than the general and his slave.

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Emperor Geta

He was the younger of the two and yet far more interested and functional for the role of a lone warrior but who would he be to break their father's will and put on the golden wreath alone.

For although he was the emperor of Rome, the emperor of the world, and as much as he sometimes more than hated his brother and wanted to strangle this amusement-seeking good-for-nothing, there was something in this world in which there could not be enough war and suffering that truly touched the emperor.

Behind the golden pillars and doors and curtains of the palace, there was something going on from which gods and laws removed and lowered their heads because the word of a human ruler now carried more weight when it came to the worthless life of a slave, a nobody...his 'Dollulus' his pretty doll that belonged to him.

A woman of his age, a woman who had been given a completely different life at birth to him, so they were both stained with blood and yet he had a golden laurel wreath on his head and she had a golden necklace with a chain leading to his hand. For what else had he spent coins on her?

She was worth a price and the Emperor of Rome was willing to pay that price, even if he normally received things as gifts, he had bought her knowing that she would turn out to be more than just a pretty object. ,,A doll on golden strings, you do as I command" was the first thing he had said to her after showing her his gift, a gift he had given her in "her" room.

He had seen the hint of suspicion in her pretty eyes, the hope of betterment that perhaps he, the emperor, a kind-hearted leader of an empire, would treat her well after all...but the realization brought him joy as his fingers wrapped around the end of the golden chain and he pulled. It moved.

Moved as he commanded, ,,Isn't it lovely like this?" he had asked, gripping her chin tightly with his fingers, the golden rings on his finger already leaving marks on her skin but what did he care what he did with his doll, she would last and if she broke he would get a new one....but this time he quickly realized that inside himself he saw more amusement and perhaps attraction for his new toy than he wanted to admit.

She was one of many, but she was not his brother's. He could do what he wanted with her, but she would not break. She seemed to surrender to him completely, her eyes like a doll, the longer the chain wrapped around her body, the clothes on her body always white and gold his colors, the white make-up that adorned his face always visible on her body, the scratches and bites sometimes hidden by clothes and sometimes not.

But no matter how much he used her, in her eyes he found amusement deep inside her, ,,The heart of the human god belongs to a slave in chains" was the only thing she had once said to him when he had pulled her to him by the chain, his grip tight on her body as he had directed her to his bed as so often.

It was a phrase that first made his body tremble with rage, he struck her before he watched in fascination as she also had a hint of a smile on her lips, ,,It's true" was the one thing he had said before he greedily pressed his lips to hers and had a greater control and lust for her than ever before.

His body left marks on her as her sounds of pain and lust echoed in the wide open space. She was his and she knew he could have anyone but he had lost his heart to a slave, she slave princess would be a better title, an object always on a leash beside him, who had no rights but whose heart belonged to the most powerful man in the world.

This satisfaction took away every blow, every bite, every thrust of his actions that he called love and lust she had a chain in her hand, she also had his chain to his heart in her hand, ,,No matter what love torments you cause me...my emperor your inner being, your spirit will not be able to kill me" she brought to him, feeling the break in the chain, the familiar tinkling in the room as angry eyes looked at her.

The makeup in his face smudged slightly as they had been sleeping only minutes before, until he found himself laughing again in amusement, pleased at her understanding, her intelligence and her boldness as Rome grew ever larger, ,,Behind curtains no no but outside everyone reminds you of what you are" he said back simply and coldly before pulling on the collar to force her body to move before leaving her with a final glare in her room, a room he had access to at all times but was never hers but the thought was what mattered.

Because it was true that she would suffer in public, she would feel people's looks and words because they were not allowed to talk about emperors but they were allowed to talk about a slave...in the end she was a puppet and a puppeteer at the same time in a palace with curtains and doors behind which everyone saw her as something else but not as a lover.

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Emperor Caracalla

He was the elder of them, the first-born son of the emperor, his father, the real golden child of the empire, but his brother, even if only a year younger, seemed to be the spirit for the cause of ruling an empire that would soon take over the whole world.

An empire that lay on the brothers' shared shoulders, but the older one was more bored and interested in battles and amusements than political speeches. His whole life would have been incredibly boring if they hadn't had the colloseum in which galdiators fought and battled beasts and ships...if he hadn't set his eyes on something completely new. His pretty, fragile butterfly, his 'Papilio', a pretty woman who, like her nickname, could break at any moment, an amusement, a game he enjoyed watching.

A simple ise to buy, her wrists adorned with golden rings hanging from ornate chains, her clothes bloody red like his, though less adorned with gold and more billowing, ,,Amuse me my Papilio, show me your pretty wings," he chuckled as he watched her, as he often did, in the large golden cage he had made.

A cage big enough to be a room of its own, he knew his brother would never touch her Geta had other ways of dealing with his property but he himself wanted to see everything. But just as a butterfly underwent changes, so did she, fragile at first, turning away from his touch, the blood of the arena, his kisses on her body, the touch and care he gave her as a reward for his devotion.

When he opened her cage and freed her palms, delighting in her dance before his made-up face settled on her, yet the blood from her body stained them both, ,,New sides encourage the breaking up of old boredom," he phylosophized in his mind as he adorned her with new clothes, new palms, new accoutrements for her cage.

Until he was no longer entertained, the act of love was so devoted and amusing that for him it was a series of books that gave inspiration, so it was no different behind the curtain. Unlike his brother who recognized his slave as such in public, Caracalla was different, ,,The role of Psyche is my choice" was her response to his command to entertain him and his brother in a retelling of the story The Golden Ass.

A role of a human becoming goddess with butterfly wings another construct which he looked at her naked body with amusement and touch was fascinated as his beautiful butterfly goddess broke around his bloody embrace when he took her.

The play ended in an amusing catastrophe for him because who would dare touch his beautiful butterfly but him, ,,Your god of love, Cupid, is right here!" his loud voice echoed through the room as Geta enjoyed the blood bath his brother was making of the other actor. His butterfly once again reminded her of what her lover, her own god from whom she could not escape, was capable of if he was not entertained well enough.

However, in this bloodbath she saw him for the first time truly laughing amused that blood red made sense for his favorite color her own worth was practically presented to her on the gallows as his eyes settled on her when the knife he still held in his hand lay against her body and Geta was long gone.

,,That's it...that's your amusement...my own amusement" she told him feeling the coldness as he cut away her clothes and she knew that with this god in front of her this amusement was what he was capable of to keep her with him he was her own spectator her own butterfly that would break if he didn't get his cage back.

He was the older brother, the god who was apparently much more of a defiant emotional child than a god with a power that could kill her...yet the thought that she was the only thing that amused him, that he desired, was something that flattered her.

From there it was completely different unsettled for every murder he committed for her, for every play she performed and every appearance in the arean she had was watched by him with amusement while both tunics of the fragile lovers filled with more and more blood.

While they spent most of their time together in the cage, sometimes it was her, sometimes it was him, the white make-up staining them both, their heated bodies pressed against the cold golden steel bars, the blood still staining their bodies on his hand.

In the end, no matter what they did, whether she had the handcuffs on, the gold adorning her body, or whether it was he who killed for her in public, they were one another's amusement in a world that could no longer give them anything because he had everything and she had lost everything.

Behind the curtains of the palace in the cage in the beds it was different they had endless possibilities this wlet more amusing together while two caged butterflies had found each other.

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@sweetpascal here is the first work of my words ;)

[kajaono]

How 911 7x04 supports four different readings

A long term, a short term, a canon and a subtextual one and all of them are valid

Just as a short reminder. In 7x03 Buck meets Tommy for the first time and instantly smitten by the cool hot pilot. Turns out the hot pilot and his best friend are best buddies. Buck feels left behind. So 7x04 lets us believe he tries everything to get Eddies attention. Turns out, he actually wanted Tommys attention. So, thats the narrative we are working with

Canon and short term narrative

So on a canon level we have Buck meets a cute pilot, tries everything to get his attention, breaks his best friend foot, gets rewarded with a kiss, a boyfriend and a coming out. A clear BuckTommy narrative.

Long Term narrative

And now it gets compliacted. Is Bucktommy a long term option? Is this a) "we see you read Buck as queer AND you ship Eddie and Buck... but the network says "no" to canon Buddie, but "yes" to bi Buck, so we give you everything we can"? We saw similar things in The Witcher for example, where people read Jaskier as pan and in love with Geralt and season 3 made really clear: "Yes he is pan, but we will never make Geraskier canon. BUt here: Jaskier now has a boyfriend."

Which btw doesn't make the queer coming out arc and the queer relationship less important or valid. I think the storytelling couldn't be more clear how much it cares for BuckTommy.

Or is this b) slow burn? Introducing: Marcus Pike aka Pedro Pascal in season 6 of The Mentalist:

For those of you who have never watched The Mentalist (have you been living under a rock?!) . It is a typical (and extremly good) crime show, 22 episodes each season, and one episode: one case

The main couple, Lisbon x Jane (Jisbon):

These cuties here. Six seasons of slow burn and pining. And the moment they nearly got together this show did what every good show did back then. They introduced a new love interest, and one half of the main couple falls for him:

Even though everyone knew that Jisbon was endgame it added even more tension, made the pining and slow burn even longer.

So what of those two options is Tommy? Someone to make the pining even longer? Or a compromise because canon Buddie is not possible?

Only time will tell and I am super curious for your opinins, Because i Think this is also where the ship war comes from.

Because Tommy could be both and it is aboslutly not clear if Tommy is here to stay or only a plot device

This is also where the subtextual narrative kicks in

If you see it from a long term POV this whole "i try to get your attention" could have second level... which eventually could be about Buddie again. From a long term POV. As in: "I wanted Tommys attention because I really liked him and because he helped me realize my true feelings... and I realized I could never have your attention." something like that.

What I want to say is: 7:04 is written in a way that the canon narrative we have today can be changed easily later without destrorying the legacy it has: canon bi Buck. Or it will be forever a Bucktommy ep... which is also amazing! (I am here for both ships! Multishipping yay!)

It is so so hard to tell and I want all your opinions in my inbox. Is Tommy a plot device that leads to canon Buddie or here to stay? Keep in mind this show could go on for ten more seasons...

And leave me alone with ship wars. If i get too many hate messages I will write a meta why Buck x Eddie x Tommy will be endgame, I swear

[nauticalparamour]

This is for @tesseractend who requested Marcus x Hermione, number 182. Thanks for the prompt, I hope you enjoy what I concocted 🥰🥰

“Whoops, sorry,” the tipsy witch said when she tumbled into Marcus’s arms.

And straight out of his dreams, Marcus thought.

He didn’t know how this crush on Hermione Granger of all witches had started. Well, actually, he did. She’d been assigned from the Department of International Cooperation to work on the Quidditch World Cup, much to her ire. The first day she strode into the Games Department, where he worked, she been sure to tell him in that bossy tone of hers (that he’d come to love) that she didn’t want to be there and she wasn’t going to let him ride her coattails while she did all the work.

It had been a rocky start to a year long work assignment, but it hadn’t taken long for him to warm up to her. Despite her distaste for the sport, Hermione was an incredibly efficient whirling dervish who managed a dozen tasks at once, before pulling together one of the best executed World Cups England had ever hosted.

But his attraction of her hadn’t grown watching her wear down contractors over floo calls. No, it had grown over dinners at the pub around the corner when they both stayed at the office way too long. It had grown talking to her about her life and her friends and her cat. It had grown seeing her get bits of butter beer foam on the tip of his nose.

Marcus had never made a move on her though. Even if they weren’t in the same department, they were colleagues. It wouldn’t be right to… fraternize with her.

Or that’s what he told himself was the reason. It has nothing to do with his feeling that a witch like Hermione Granger couldn’t possibly want someone like him.

Didn’t stop him from having some rather salacious dreams about her.

And now, here he was, with an armful of Hermione Granger. “It’s alright, Hermione,” he told her, a grin on his face. “I don’t mind.”

“Oh, good,” she said, though she didn’t step away from him. They were still pressed together chest to chest, with her hands on his arms. “I feel much better in your arms, Marcus,” she added with a giggle.

He took a second to look her up and down, appreciating the little purple dress she was wearing and the gold heels that made her legs look miles long. “Well, now, I can see why,” he teased. “It’s those shoes you’re wearing.”

She blushed a pretty color of pink. “I don’t wear these often, I guess I’m a little bit unsteady,” she answered. “But if I’m not going to get dressed up for this, when would I?”

They were at the wrap party, for the team that had put together the Cup — the official end to their work assignment together. “I suppose you’re right,” he said, giving her a crooked smile. “Maybe I should have worn mine.”

Hermione laughed — a sound that he wished he could imprint in his brain forever — and pressed a hand against his chest, leaving it there. “Oh Marcus, you always make me laugh,” she said. “I’m really going to miss our time working together.”

“Yeah, well I can’t let you ride my coattails forever,” he teased, recalling their first conversation together.

Another wizard jostled her from behind, pushing her closer to him. Marcus wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand pressed to her lower back.

“Maybe I’d like to… ride something else,” she said, her eyes flicking up to his face.

Marcus’s eyes opened wide at the suggestion. “Hermione Granger,” he said, intrigued. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

“That depends,” she said, biting her lip, looking somewhere between nervous and hopeful. “Is it working?”

He gave her a broad grin, wondering if this was just a dream and he’d wake up alone in his bed when it was over. Only, the heat of her body let him know that it was absolutely real. “Better than you know,” he answered, excited to see how their new partnership would unfold.

[orangecrush]

also I'm absolutely in love with your post Ep 7 fix-it idea, I've been thinking about it non-stop since you posted last night. I love how natural it feels and how it is a better and happier ending for both of them even though as you said, it'll be far from a fairytale, but it's *enough*.

I have some questions if you don't mind, I just love the idea so much! How do you think Tim first reacts to the news that Hawk is in San Francisco and he finally chose to be honest with his family? The way you describe them rebuilding their relationship and falling back together but not making grand declarations even when they start sleeping together makes complete sense given all their history, but when do you think they do have their first love confession moment?

I also love the idea of Kimberly eventually having her own relationship/dynamic with Tim, and I imagine after some years Lucy and Tim are cordial, even if it would be intensely uncomfortable for them for various reasons to even be in the same room together at first. (Oh, Hawk eventually finding out about the letter from Tim in this AU would be *something*, huh?)

Thank you for sharing such a lovely AU idea, it's made me feel a little less anxious about how the finale will turn out for us 💜

I can’t tell you how good it feels to share this fantasy with someone who also finds comfort in it! They’re DESTROYING me; I’m not even kidding. I’m so upset about the trajectory of their lives that I needed to create an alternate universe where I can hide.

So. Now. To answer your questions:

I think Tim’s initial reaction depends a lot on how he learns the news.

If it’s from Marcus or some other friend who knows about his history with Hawk, he might be confused and angry at first because I don’t think he assumes that Hawk genuinely started a new, authentic chapter in his life. He probably thinks that Hawk’s continuing the same lifestyle he did on Fire Island and chose San Francisco as his occasional hideout specifically to be able to approach Tim whenever he wanted to, regardless of Tim’s wishes to be free of him.

If Hawk himself contacts him, I think he’s stunned, more than anything, at first. It’s not enough to heal their relationship, he’s still hurt and angry, but I believe he’s also genuinely happy for Hawk – and tells him as much.

I also think he tries really hard to restrain himself in both cases – to cool his anger, excitement, and curiosity. He doesn’t want to be disappointed again. But once they meet again, either by accident or because Hawk proposes it, there’s nothing he can do – it’s on.

I think their first love confessions come kind of out of the blue – not prompted by any memorable event or anniversary. Maybe they spend the evening at one of their places, they laugh a lot, they make love, and Hawk simply tells Tim he loves him. He probably surprises himself almost as much as he does Tim – not because it’s not true but because it’s really not a habit of his to address any of his emotions, let alone one as huge and terrifying as love. (But, then again, Hawk is a calculating person, so who knows. Maybe it’s not a complete accident.) Tim says it back, of course. He does love Hawk, for better or worse, and would never leave him doubting that, especially given where they are in their relationship now.

I also agree with what you wrote – after a few years, Lucy and Tim probably reach a point where they can have a cordial relationship, although I think they both try to avoid each other as much as possible. Kimberly is different than Lucy, however. I think, once she sees the changes Hawk goes through due to his relationship with Tim, she becomes curious about Tim, and I can genuinely see them forming a bond, even a deep one, in the end. Tim was fantastic with Jackson, and I have no reason to think he’d be any less open to inviting Kimberly into his life – the life he shares with Hawk now. (And the letter! I’m not sure Tim ever tells Hawk about it. But if he does, it’s only when they’ve been together for years. I’m sure he doesn’t want to place any more burden on Hawk and Lucy’s relationship – or on his own fragile truce with Lucy.)

Okay, god, I’m stopping now. I could write about them all day, ha-ha. What are your thoughts? I’m super curious what you think about all of the above – or about any other aspect of their “happy end”!

[pretendfan]

[ chance ]

Nick (Timothy O) x Female reader

*this was in my head, imagining this guy from pics in my daydream, I don’t know either just know I’m trying to write*

[ implied rudeness and swearing/ short scene to refresh my head ]

This was starting to become a problem, one that you wasn’t prepared to think about let alone unpack, whilst sitting here alone at the bar once again after being ghosted by your latest date.

The finance looking bro who had messaged you first , making you briefly wonder if it had been a scam but the guy had been real, or at least the pictures and his flirty DM’s were yet Rubin was neither here or online.

Leaving you all alone in this busy bar with nothing but your phone for company, which meant that you could either stay here and have another drink or cut all losses, perhaps go and stop by your best friend Kate’s crashing there for the night instead.

Whilst you could still do that because this weekend Kate was getting married to Seth, sure they had been together for ages but you’ve always enjoyed an impromptu visit, falling asleep on the couch usually drunk but recently this had kind of felt like a rather childish thing to do.

Armed with the inability to not always compare your life to Kate’s but yours was obviously a very different picture, tiny apartment and obviously no boyfriend, you was one date away from giving it all up to adopt a bunch of cats and possibly also become a nun.

But this line of thinking suddenly skids to an abrupt halt, when you are nudged in the ribs from your seated position on the metal stool, looking up to see a guy holding out his hands which were large and made you forget about everything before this very moment.

“Sorry I got shoved-“

“Buy a lady a goddamn drink first.” You shout at the guy complete with a wide smile, whilst you subtly checks out his vital statistics.

At least six foot tall with wide shoulders the kind that someone could swing from, large hands which needed to be noted twice, plus his smug grin and brown mischievous eyes alone were enough to colour you very interested.

“What are you staring at? Do I have something on my face-“

“Not yet.” You cut off the guy in front of you once again, only this time with a playful bite of your bottom lip.

“I totally heard that, so what are you drinking?” The guy asks with a deep chuckle, one that has you sitting up in your seat, shoulders pushed back to showcase your curves.

“Firstly you were supposed to hear that and secondly a vodka on the rocks.” You lean forward quickly noticing his eyes, which were traveling downwards scanning every inch of your body.

“Do you have a name then?” The guy questions his hazel coloured eyes, darting back up to meet yours, all the while that smug smile still remained on his handsome face.

“It’s y/n and let me guess yours-“

Before you could start to really flirt loudly over the dance music, you are interrupted by another guy equally as tall his obvious counterpart only with blonde spiky hair instead and a cocky look on his face.

“Nick, what the fuck-“

The guy stops talking when he spots you glaring at him, clearly he had just wandered in on something, much to his amusement he winks at you happily and then glances back at his oldest friend.

“Marcus, this is y/n I’ve just met her so go and get your own fucking drink!” The guy that you now know as Nick informs his friend who just rolls his eyes playfully in your direction.

“So this is it? Over fifteen years of friendship reduced to nothing-“

“Cut out the dramatics!” Nick interjects with a frustrated look on his face.

“Wait till y/n finds out about your problem-“

“Go away Marcus-“

“It’s so pathetic really!” Marcus cuts off Nick with a laugh, but then he gives his friend a beer from a passing tray, literally grabbing it and placing it on the counter in one swift movement.

“Please leave us alone-“

“Dude you really haven’t got a chance!” Marcus declares complete with an unattractive snort.

“He might do, so go away Marcus!” You yell over the thumping music, ready to see the back of this guy already but obviously not Nick as well

“See! Fuck off!” Nick laughs happily rewarding you with another wink.

“Whatever.” Marcus chuckles then heads off with a salute at both of you.

“So, what is your problem?” You asks Nick when he looks down to meet your gaze.

“That I love too much.” Nick states after a beat with a incredibly pained look on his face, complete with flat hand placed firmly against his chest.

This makes Chloe laugh loudly and Nick watch in awe from the response, it was like music to his ears and made him want to suddenly do it again and again, especially seeing how he had all night was very happy to do this…

[theuniverseawakens347]

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- I DROPPED YOU THERE TWICE .. you had two friends Isabella!? Come over and I BITCHED Diana out for you the way I did Roisin and Lee 2020 George Floyd

- JAMAL WTF YOU DOING THE EXTRAS FOR - March 2020 A DAY OR WEEK BEFORE COVID YOU SEND ME I LOVE YOU TEXT WHEN WE ALREADY ON THE EDGE OF BREAKING UP AND I SEND YOU IM BREAKING UP W YOU FOR GOOD - “if a nigga involved ima be spiteful” - “no I’m moving on cause nigga you NOT GIVING HUSBAND QUALITY MISTER “I wana marry you 2018 Halloween” - I let YOU MOVE IN W ME TO FIGURE THAT OUT - PIT OF ME KNEW YOU NOT MY HUSBAND BUT YOU IN A FOUGH PLACE LIKE ME - FRIENDS W BENEFITS LIVING TOGETHER DICK WADS CAUSE I TOLD YOU UP FRONT W DANIEL I LEFT HIM BUT STILL LIVING W EM BC MY POCKETS WEIRD N A NIGGA WONT LEAVE ME ALONE BUT IM TRYING TO FIND MY OWN SPOT but dick is cool — BUT TIFFANY JACKSON HOW MUCH MONEY YOU GET OFF LEE FORCING A RELATIONSHIP OUT OF ME N JAMAL AFTER YOU “play broke to sleep on his couch” TO FUCK HIM AND HIS ROOMATES - VIVICCA as VIVICA NAME ( copy right- SO IS MINE THANKS REAL FAMILY AND LAPD MILITARY) SAG AFTRA FUNDING

- Cameron Walker I sent you a “I think I still got feels for you message “ then realize nigga you be fucking me just to be spiteful thinking a bitch gon be hooked on you - no IM MISSING A FRIENDSHIP - IAN MCDOWELL THINKING - ILL GIVE IT TO MYSELF IN FUCKING FULL

- TRISTAN ALLEAR 4-6 months later. ASSHOLES.

ALSO JAMAL I TALKED TO YOU ABOUT MY SISTER MOVING IN W US -

AND TOLD YOU WE NOT TOGETHER RIGHT NOW SO I WANA BE FRIENDLY AS BEST AS POSSIBLE ( also told you January WHEN SHE STARTED ASKING ME // HINTING SHE GETTING KICKED OUT* FOR NOT GOING TO COLLEGE) ( parents that’s yo fucking issues - WHAT ELSE YOU CHILD WANT TO DO WHY COLLEGE GOTTA BE THE ANSWER - SHANYCE WANTED TO GO TO ART SCHOOL - SHES YOUNG N TRAUMATIZED AND YOU FORCING HER MENTAL TO PUT HER PHYSICALLY HOW YOU DOING ME AND DARNIECE - I LEARN THIS ON MY FUCKING LONELY STEPPING INTO MY DESTINY HI 2021 BODY BUILDING ( fucking cunts and you really think I want you around me or in my fucking kingdom when you steady HELPING FUCK OVER MY FAMILY SPECIFICALLY) )

- THIS IS NOT A FUCKING GAME. ITS REAL FUCKING LIFE I CALLED MARSHAL MARITIME LAW YPU GOT THE OFFICERS STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU HELLO PROJECT BLUE DREAM YPU DICK WADS FUCKING RETARDED SHIT HEADS.

BUT JAMAL I STARTED TELLING YOU AS SOON AS SHANYCE ASKED ME // TOLD ME AHE HAS NO OTHER BETTER OPTION THAN MOVING IN W ME .. and I told you IN FULL AS FAR AS RENT I BE STRUGGLING THERE SO IF YOU CUD STILL HELP WHICH YOU SAID YES IN FULL YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT .. I GOT EVERYTHING ELSE INVOLVING HER ME AND MY FUCKING DOG YOU DICK WAD SWIPING YO MOM CARD FOR FANCY ASS STEAKS N SAYING IM STEALING YO SHIT - WHY LAMONT MARCUS KICK YOU OUT TIFFANY JACKSON YAL ONE IN THE FUCKING SAME TABITHA CHRISTMAS WHO IN THAT PHOTO W YS YO ASS PARTNER NASTY AS BITCH - U GIVING ME STDS FUCKING HIM RAW YOU STUPID FUCK THEN GETTING ME DRUNK TO EAT MY PUSSY AFTER I FIND OUT I GOT CERVICAL CANCER - UR WAY OF GETTING PAY FROM LEE TO PIMP ME AN STD AND LIE TO YO BUTT PARTNER TO LIE TO MORE N SAY I GAVE YOU - NO DELTA 332 you FUCKWARDS.

THAT POISON JUST GO RIGHT BACK TO YOU. IN ALL WAYS YOU STUPID BITCH.

WHY YALL JIGGAS CHEATING ON YO BITCHES W THEY FRIENDS N YO FRIENDS CHEATING ON YOU TO FUCK YO FRIENDS N THEY BITCHES - WHY ARE YOU FUCKING CHEATING ANYWAYS AND CRYING TO MERCY WHEN YOU ACTIVITY DOING IT IN 17 DIFFERENT WAYA TO THE ONE SPECICIALLY WHO GOT AWAY JULIAN JACKSON AND JUSTIN IFKWE - A BITCH HAD YOU AND OUR TIME CALLED TO SEPARATE WHY YOU FORCING IT - ITS BLASPHEMY EVEN AS SATAN .. now WHERE DO IT SAY SATAN WINS GOD - IT DONT I KILT YOU NIGGAS AND NOW IM SATAN AND FOR THOSE WHO GET IT LOVE YOU , but the rest of you staying fucking stuck in misery.

GODS GOTTA OUT SATAN SATAN BY BECOMING GOD .. bc if god is THE ALMIGHTYFUL and Satan is a fallen angel … HOW TF YOU GON BEAT GOD!? - GOD GOTTA GET ON HER BIG ROLLIE AND BECOME A BIGGER SATAN TO KILL YPU LIL DEVIL NON DISCIPLINE ASS - YOU WANTED TO BE EVIL HERES THE FUCKING LOGIC TO PLAY , but you keeping me homeless - U MISSED THE FUCKING MESSAGE AGAIN SO WE ALL DEAD TOGETHER. NO BODY WINNING EXCEPT STILL ME - $0.0 BUT A BITCH STEAL EATING - GOD MADE DIRT N YA WANT ME DIRTY SO I SOIL MYSELF IN CLEANSING YOUR FUCKING SINS YOU DICKWADS IDIOTS.

- UR NEVER GOING TO WIN. IM HOMELESS HOUSE WISE BUT GOT PHYSICAL PLACES

YOU HOMELESS CAUSE YOU MISSING LOVE YO FUCKING HEART - YOU MARRIED ANYONE WHO ENTERTAINED YO SHORT COMING TO COMMIT SUICED TOGETHER

WE ALL ROMEO AND JULIET BUT WHO DOING FOR JUST DUMB ASS FUCKING REASONS.

ALL LEE N HOWARDS N FUCKING FULL. COI LEREY. INDIA LOVE CLEARLY DONT CARE

Cause if you did DROP YO PUBLIC FRONTINGS - “ima let cashay know by titles or thoughts performing I Stan w her // watching - BUT NOT LWTTING YO AUDIENCEIN FUCKING FULL KNOW YOU GOING TO JAIL AND WHY” - U NOT INSPIRING ANYONE BUT YO ANCESTORS MLRE N MORE TO PROTECT ME AND LET ME BE WHILE THEY FUCKING KILL YOU.

- SLOWLY AND EMBARRISSINGLY bc you REALLY HAD THW FUCKING OPPORTUNITY TO TELL ME WHY YPU WORKED SOOOO HARD LEE N ALL YOU TO FUCK MY LIFE OVER INDIA FUCKTARD LOVE AND WARREN YO DADDY MY DADS FUCKING TWIN BROTHER. YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH - HE DISNT WANT ANGELA YA BEEFING OVER DARNIECE AND GOT ME. IDIOTS IN 3 MY FAMILY SIDE KILLING YOU IN FUCKING FULL EVERY WHERE YOU LOOK WARREN N INDIA YOU SURROUNDED BY ME.

Dicks good luck surviving ur war - U BEEN FUCKING LOST N DEAD.

Give it up. It’s not giving what you thought Lee

And India SHUT THE FUCK UP ALL THE WAY AND BRING YO STUPID RETARDED ASS TO THE LIB MATIKA YAL CLEARLY KNOW WHO FUCKING W YOU AS IN YOUR STUPID AND BEING SET UP FOR MURDER - I GOT THE ONES IM SHOOTING AND KILLING LEE AND HOWARD THE REST IF YOU JUST BEING DUMB SCARY N RUINING YO KINGDOM COME CHANCES FOR HEAVEN ROME.

[knewyouwereaweirdo]

Okay, big daddy headcanons but before and after the events of sing? Idk if you still do this

always up for headcanons, wdym? :D here you go!

big daddy headcanons (+ johnny)

BEFORE SING 1:

- he used to be a really, really loving guy.

- everyday after returning home to his family from work, he'd go straight up to his wife and give her a kiss and then give his son a hearty tousle of his hair.

- he was busy taking care of the family financially but he was happy with what he had.

- he tried to spend as much time with johnny as possible, reading him storybooks and giving him piggyback rides all the time.

- he used to videotape everything going on in his family from small moments where johnny and his wife would sing and play the piano together, or little trips to the beach.

- after the death of his wife he had a period where he had started distancing himself from johnny.

- he began drinking a lot more too, and johnny had to deal with his mum's death alone for a couple of years.

- it was a really hard time for both of them, but the thing that marcus (big daddy) felt worse about was not being able to be a good father for his only son.

- whenever he looked at johnny he only saw his dead wife (johnny had her eyes and carried her softer accent).

- it hurt to face johnny and offer him the comfort his son needed, so he shut him out.

- the car garage business wasn't doing too well for him and johnny, so one small robbery he had planned with a couple of other gorillas from around the neighborhood turned into full-on heists.

- but marcus made sure that johnny stayed in school and occasionally checked on his homework from time to time when johnny was asleep.

- johnny got good grades most of the time so marcus didn't worry much.

- marcus did really want the best for johnny, he really did.

- but as johnny grew with the passing years, marcus could only see more and more of his wife from him.

- every day he turned out more to be like her, and the pain of losing his wife started to flood back.

- the thought of johnny becoming like his mum automatically brought him to the irrational idea of losing him too.

- this terrified him, utterly terrified him... so from that day forth, marcus decided to force johnny into the family heist business.

- he wanted johnny to be more like him: bigger, stronger, less vulnerable, less emotional, more able to mask pain, be able to defend himself against anything that might hurt him.

- most of all, he didn't want to see his wife in johnny. so for years, marcus tried to change johnny.

- but johnny didn't change, not at all—and including him in the heists (which he honestly thought would bring johnny closer to him) made johnny start to stray away from marcus more.

- the back of his mind kept telling him that this was all wrong, so he continuously put johnny on look outs instead of actually taking part.

- but he shared his plans to johnny with the most enthusiasm, maybe thinking that if he got johnny to feel the actual thrill of a heist, he would slip out of his softer "demeanor".

- of course, there was no change within johnny's personality—he still was much softer than the sons of other gangs, way too careful, and he still seemed too emotionally vulnerable.

DURING SING 1:

- when johnny started leaving the garage more often, sometimes for the whole day (because he was off at rehearsals all the time), marcus made the ultimate decision to try and make johnny the getaway driver.

- he tried to make it a big deal, like it was a gift for johnny, so that in that way marcus would finally be able to grow closer to him.

- marcus had at least wanted a genuine smile on johnny's face.

- "w-wait, y-you—you want me to drive? ... can't wait."

- it hadn't been quite the reaction marcus had been expecting—but then again, there had been something at the back of his mind telling him that he wouldn't have exactly liked being part of an actual heist.

- on the day he noticed johnny had gone and left along with the truck from the place he had left him after the botched heist, marcus had never felt more angry in his life.

- it wasn't just the disappointment he felt—it was the hurt.

- hearing from johnny during first visit in prison that he didn't want to be part of the gang, that he wanted to be a singer, it was a big stab in the heart for him.

- it wasn't because johnny didn't want to be in the gang—it was that irrational thought again reminding him that johnny was, exactly, the replica of his mum.

- marcus had tried all those years to try and make sure johnny was more like him, not like his dead wife—it scared him, and the mere thought of losing johnny the same way he lost his wife was overwhelming.

- that night, marcus said the words he regretted saying right afterwards.

- "how did i end up with a son like you, eh? you're nothin' like me. you never were, and you never will be."

- he walks away from johnny, painfully ignoring the desperate shouts and poundings on glass from his own son, unable to turn around and face him as the shame washes over.

- being the stubborn gorilla he had always been, marcus doesn't have the heart, after basically disowning his only son, to go out during visiting hours.

- he feels stupid and he feels like a coward and most of all, he knows he's the worst father in the world and deserves all of this.

- what marcus knows is that johnny doesn't deserve any of what sort of shit he's giving him, but he doesn't have any clue on how to make amends.

- when he sees johnny one night on the screen of the TV, singing beautifully and playing the piano, his heart swells with joy.

- he knows he's supposed to be reminded of his wife and knows that watching johnny perform like this, is logically, supposed to make him feel upset.

- but marcus doesn't feel upset at all—all he feels is the pride swelling in his heart.

- "johnny... he's johnny, that's my son!"

- his son, that he had refused to talk to for weeks, had said terrible things to, and whom probably thinks that his own dad is too disappointed to even acknowledge him.

- his son that he had tried to force into paths that johnny hadn't wanted, all just to keep himself from feeling any more hurt. he had been selfish and he needed to make this right.

- he needed johnny to know that he was sorry—and even if he didn't say it, marcus just needed johnny to know that he was proud: proud of who johnny had grown up to become despite having such a terrible father.

- when he breaks out of prison to give his son the first actual hug he had given him in years, he's the happiest he had ever felt.

- the thrills of all those heists he pulled seems like absolutely nothing now—when johnny returns the hug, he savors the moment. he knows it won't be long.

AFTER SING 1:

- realizing that marcus wants to be with johnny as soon as possible, he returns to prison right after seeing johnny.

- he doesn't want his actions to cost him additional years in jail.

- eventually seen as a special case (and mostly because the story melted the cops' hearts), he isn't given an extension but is put on careful watch instead.

- johnny tells marcus, on his first ever visit to him after the show, that he's now an official cast member of new moon theatre, which is currently being built.

- marcus is happy for johnny, but then his smile falters when johnny excitedly starts talking about the plans for the bail money he's going to earn.

- he mentions part-time jobs and opening the garage business again and johnny overworking himself for his own mistake and his sake is the last thing marcus wants.

- marcus tells johnny exactly that, but johnny (who is stubborn like the family bloodline) insists that it's fine. reluctantly, marcus agrees but the guilt feeding away at him makes him feel rather terrible.

- but once the money starts rolling in from the new performances done at the theatre, the bail money might actually work out.

- of course it's going to be a long way, but johnny is really excited and is already saving up the money to help his dad and uncles out of jail.

- mostly marcus tries to stray away from that subject and tries to get johnny to talk about his friends, life as a theatre performer, storylines behind his new shows and even maybe his love life (nothing much interesting on that quite yet).

- whenever johnny has to leave after visiting hours, marcus doesn't forget to tell johnny that he loves him, and he starts to refer to johnny as "son" more often.

- johnny always smiles and says "i love you too, dad" back, and it makes marcus' heart swell with the same pride he's felt that day.

- it sometimes occurs to him that he's stuck in jail during the prime of johnny's life while he's out performing on stage in front of crowds of people.

- marcus is missing out on one of the most important years of johnny's life and he can't help but feel ashamed when he's supposed to be out there by his side, supporting him the best he can.

- but johnny always comes during visiting hours with the biggest smile and he can just see the genuine joy radiating off of him as he talks about his week, and marcus knows that he can count on his friends and theatre family to look after his son.

- after long years, johnny is finally able to earn the bail money—he releases his dad and his uncles from prison.

- the very day johnny is finally able to hug his dad for the first time in years is just tearjerking.

- johnny just straight up runs into his dad's arms for an embrace and marcus gives it to him—he notices that johnny's has grown a little bit more taller and that he's bought himself a new leather jacket and shoes.

- after he's bailed out of jail (still under probation somewhat), marcus decides that he wants to do some actual good things for once and while johnny is busy with performing at the theatre, signs up for community food service along with his gang members.

- he's proud of what he did, feeling that he might be able to make some amends to what he's done in the past.

- every day he watches his son grow to be someone that he at first tried to force him away from being—but marcus, eventually, he happy that he didn't because johnny has grown so much and it's just great seeing him so happy.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Hi honey bee, I'm in the mood for something angsty, the Mick series is too sweet and fluffy.

How about bff dealing with some drama and cheating scandal rumors and gossip?

Xoxo

Part 28. Best friends to lovers. MASTERLIST.

Note: Remember Elia from The master plan. She is an OC.

You woke up like any regular day. Wash, have breakfast, get dressed and go to class. You hadn't checked more than a few messages on your phone, sending a good morning to Mick. But during your break, you received a call. Elia.

"Hi!" You happily answered.

"YN"

Hearing her voice made you shiver.

"Did something happen? Are your parents okay? Marcus?"

"No. I mean. We are all okay."

"Then? You sound weird."

"Have you seen something on Instagram?"

Again, you felt goosebumps. What did you have to see?.

"N-no. I haven't opened it today"

You heard her sighing.

"Okay. Em... We should meet. I can go to your flat or something."

"Elia? What is going on?"

"There are rumours... About Mick"

It was as if they had thrown you a bucket of cold water. YOu knew exactly what she meant.

"No..."

"YN... I will pick you up from uni, okay?"

Sitting on your couch with your phone in your hands, you had been crying for minutes. Pics of Mick with a girl were everywhere. His hand was around her body and he was smiling. He had that huge smile you loved so much. In another one, she was leaning on his ear. You knew it had been on Sunday after the race. He had told you about the party. It was really fun, he said. And even though you trusted him with your whole life you were scared.

"I-I can't..."

Elia hugged you and kissed your forehead.

"Maybe it means nothing. Mick is so sweet and a good guy. I don't see him doing this, less if it's to you."

You sobbed. You hadn't even talked to him yet. He was travelling to Azerbaijan at that moment.

"I-I trust him, Elia. But... Look how close she is. Look at his face..."

It broke your heart to see him looking at her like that.

"I don't want to believe it..."

You didn't want to believe it because apart from the infidelity, it would mean that he had lied right to your face during the two days he spent in your apartment. Your relationship with Mick was more than romantic, you had been partners in crime and confidants during your whole life. It went beyond your boyfriend cheating on you, it was your best friend betraying the thing that had kept you together for so many years. The truth. You always told the other about your feelings, stories, crushes,... Everything. And even though you trusted him, there was always a possibility of it being real.

An hour later or so, your phone rang. And it was obviously him. A video call.

Elia tried to leave you alone, but you grabbed her hand. You didn't want to be alone.

"YN" He sounded so desperate when he saw your face on the screen. "I-I just saw it I-"

"Is it true?"

He gasped. His eyes were red and swollen, he was trying not to cry.

"Don't you trust me?"

"I trust you. But it doesn't change anything. The trust you have in someone won't stop them from hurting you"

"YN..." He frowned.

"Just... I..." You didn't know what to say. You were in so much pain. If it was true, you would lose the best thing in your life.

"I love you, YN. I love you so much. And I can promise you that is not what you think. I could never do that to you. Or anyone, but especially you"

You covered your eyes crying. You wanted to believe him so bad. But you had a weird feeling in your chest. He was travelling around the world. You couldn't go with him anymore. Not every weekend at least. He was handsome and the most perfect guy, it was a matter of time before someone else wanted to step in.

"Mick"

"Yes, tell me"

"We will talk after the weekend, okay?" You said looking at him.

"I love you. Remember that. Okay? Just you."

You closed your eyes for a second and then looked at him.

"Be careful out there" You said before hanging.

You had four days to think, to try and figure out how this was affecting you. Four long days in which you didn't speak to him but followed the GP anyway. He didn't do well on practice and quali and you felt guilty. You knew him well.

You: Good luck today, be careful out there ❤

You sent the message knowing that he needed it.

Did I write this knowing you would ask for more? Obviously. Just tell me about a solution for this mess (no sex, please. We already have one of those)

Also, is this angsty enough? I really don't ko how to write angst.

[judeswhore]

truth or shot - marcus rashford

in which you get snowed into your best friends flat and after a couple shots of vodka and a round of truth one of you finally confesses your feelings

prompt: “i think we’re snowed in”

"I think we're snowed in. There's no way you're driving in that." Marcus' voice was final and held no room for any real argument as the both of you stared out of the window of his flat, snow falling in sheets of white, wind billowing so hard you were afraid the windows would fall in. The storm had hit unexpectedly, you'd thought you had at least another hour or so until it reached its peak, giving you enough time to get home but that hadn't been the case and now you were staring down a wall of complete white flakes.

"I have work in the morning." You complained, lips turning into a slight pout as you threw yourself down on the sofa, feet dangling over the edge. Despite the lights from the Christmas tree and the TV, the room was still relatively dim and it got even darker when Marcus pulled the curtains closed and sent you a pointed look.

"I highly doubt the school will even be open. Have you seen how much snow we're meant to get?" Of course you had, it was all everyone had been talking about for days. The impending storm that was meant to leave feet of snow it's wake, you just hadn't really believed it was going to happen but given the way it was raging outside right now it seemed plausible. "You'll be lucky if you go back to work at all this week."

He settled at your feet and pulled your shoes off, dropping them to the floor as you watched him, his eyebrows raising when he caught sight of your socks. He playfully prodded the bottom of your foot until you shifted away from him, a soft giggle bubbling from your chest. "Why are you wearing Man U socks?"

"They were at the top of my drawer and they're comfy, do you know how warm these are?" You pushed yourself up off the sofa, socked feet padding softly against the laminated flooring as you made your way over to the kitchen, lips pouted in contemplation. Marcus watched you carefully, trailing behind you, gaze locked on the way you searched his his cupboards.

"What are you doing?"

"Where's all my vodka?" Marcus frowned, leaning back against the kitchen island, hands against the edge and you had a struggle averting your gaze when you glanced at the veins in his exposed arms. Marcus was undeniably attractive and as much as you hated to admit it about your best friend, there were times when you wanted nothing more than to forget you were just friends and beg him to have his way with you. It was a constant fight between giving into your inner urges and possibly having the best night of your life and potentially ruining your ten year friendship because Marcus didn't want you like that.

"Your vodka? I'm sure I bought it."

"Yeah but I usually drink it. Where?"

"Fridge, in the door. Why do you want vodka?" After pulling the bottle from the fridge, fingers clasped around the neck you threw Marcus a grin and wiggled your eyebrows.

"Drinking games, duh. If I'm stuck here all night I wanna at least make it interesting." At his look of uncertainty you sent him your best puppy dog eyes, lips pouting as you stopped directly in front of him. You skimmed your fingers over his and watched the way he swallowed thickly, throat bobbing ever so slightly. "C'mon, you won't be training tomorrow and it's been forever since we got drunk together. I promise I'll try not to throw up in your shoes this time."

He let out a breath and swiped the bottle from you, nudging you out of the way with his hip. "If you do you're paying for a new pair." Which is how you found yourself tipsy and half naked on Marcus' living room floor, Christmas songs ringing in the background and an almost empty bottle of vodka set between you.

Marcus was equally as unclothed, wearing only his boxers and one sock and the sight alone made it difficult to keep your giggles at bay. He kept shuffling awkwardly, subtly adjusting his underwear and trying in vain to keep his eyes locked on yours, heat flooding his face whenever he glanced down and let his gaze linger on your lacy bra. His dirty thoughts were running riot and in his slightly inebriated state he was afraid he was going to spill something he shouldn't. Like the fact he's been in love with you for years and right now all he could think about was what was underneath the extremely thin material you were wearing.

You'd been playing forehead detective, one of you writing a persons name on a post it and sticking it to the others head, giving them clues until they guessed right. For every wrong guess once the allotted time was over you took a shot and had to remove a piece of clothing. Neither of you had done very well, the alcohol in your system muddling thoughts and names until Marcus tried guessing that OJ Simpson was married to Marge Simpson. It was a mess all in all but the slight smirk that started tugging the side of your mouth made Marcus a little wary.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You shuffled a little on the carpet, spinning the bottle cap on the tip of your finger, eyes darting down to his exposed thighs. You wet your lips before glancing back up at him, ignoring the buzzing thoughts about how strong those thighs looked and all the sinful things you wanted to do involving them.

"I'm bored of this game, I wanna play Truth or Shot." Marcus cocked his head, leaning back a little against the front of the sofa, his eyes roaming your face.

"Truth or Shot?"

"You ask a question, the other either answers it or takes a shot if they don't want to."

"How drunk are you trying to get me?"

"Drunk enough that I can dress you up in that Santa costume I bought you last year, I'm still waiting to see it." Marcus shook his head and grimaced at the thought of the present you'd gifted him the previous Christmas.

"That suit is never coming out. I'll take it to my grave if I have to." He took the bottle from near your leg and poured two shots, sliding one across the floor to you as you moved a little closer to him. "What are the rules?"

"No rules other than you drink if you don't answer."

"So I can ask you whatever I want?"

"Yes but I don't have to answer." He gave a soft hum at that, hand rubbing against his jaw as he thought about starting off with an easy question or at least one you wouldn't avoid before he got to the real stuff. His lips tilted into a smirk. "Do you fancy Jesse?"

This made you laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides as you gave a slight shake of your head. You'd expected him to dive straight into dirty secrets, not to ask if you had a crush on his best mate and you were only slightly disappointed that he hadn't asked something a bit more daring. If he thought you were going to start off easy he was sorely mistaken.

"No," He opened his mouth to argue because he'd seen the flirty messages the two of you exchanged, he remembered distinctly telling Jesse immediately that you were off limits. You held your finger up to get him to stop. "I used to have a teeny tiny crush on him when you first introduced us but not anymore."

"You know you're not allowed to lie in this game?"

"I'm not lying! Don't worry, if I wanted to get with any of your friends I'd let you know, I'd need all the intel." Marcus pulled a face, gaze lowered to his shot and then he suddenly drank from it, reaching back for the bottle to re pour.

"I'd appreciate if you just didn't date any of my friends." He mumbled, thumb swiping over his bottom lip and you noticed the odd set to his shoulders and the way his eyes had darkened ever so slightly.

"You're not allowed to just randomly drink your shots, Rashy, you have to save them." You tilted your head at him. "Why can't I date your friends? Some of them are pretty hot." You watched his eyes narrow, finger swirling around the opening of the bottle.

"Is that your question?"

"Yes. Do you have a problem with me dating your friends?" You wanted him to say yes but not for him to say because it was to protect you. You wanted him to say yes and admit that your feelings for him weren't one sided, that he felt the undeniable tension and from the way he kept looking at your boobs you had a very strong feeling that he did.

"Yes." His answer was quick, no hesitation involved and it made your heart rate spike slightly. You shuffled closer until your knees bumped against his, his eyes darting down to where your bare skin met.

"Why?"

"I don't think it's your turn to ask a question is it, darling?" The term of endearment rolled so easily off his tongue and your breath hitched in your throat at the cocky tone he'd suddenly adopted, the look on his face equally as egotistical. Marcus cleared his throat and leant forward a little, eyes dark on yours. "Did you specifically choose strip forehead detective to tease me with that little number you're wearing?"

His gaze slid once again to your chest and you looked down too, adamant to hide your smirk because maybe that had been part of your reasoning. You glanced back up and raised one eyebrow.

"I wasn't aware I was teasing you."

"That's not really an answer."

"Fine, no, I didn't." Marcus knew you well enough to know that was bullshit and he matched your raised eyebrow.

"Are you lying?"

"Maybe. But that wasn't your chance for another question. You stole my turn." You nudged his leg and he just rolled his eyes, nodding for you to get on with it. "Why don't you want me dating your friends?"

He watched you closely for a few seconds, gaze darting between your eyes and your lips and he tried his hardest not to look any lower than that. He was weighing up his options, he could either tell you out right how he felt or he could wait and needle answers out of you to see if you felt the same. He let out a little sigh.

“Why do you think?”

“You can’t answer a question with a question that’s not how it works.” Marcus narrowed his eyes at you.

“You said there were no rules.”

“These aren’t rules, they’re just basic know how. You need to answer properly or drink.” You locked your eyes on his, skin prickling slightly with the way he was looking at you and you wanted him so desperately to tell you he felt something for you. Anything at all. He could tell you he simply just wanted you for sex and you’d fall at his feet, any part of Marcus he was willing to give you’d happily take. Anything that wasn’t just friends.

“I just hate the thought of you with my friends.” His answer was slow, voice quiet and you barely heard him over the wails of Slade playing from his speakers. He dropped his gaze from yours and instead let it linger on the bottle. “I hate the thought of you with anyone actually.” Your heart gave a little thump and his eyes darkened significantly when he looked back up at you.

“Why?”

“I think it’s my turn to ask a question.” He leant forward a little, hands planted on the floor on either side of your legs and stopped just centimetres away. “If I asked you to kiss me right now what would you say?” Tension was thick in the air, years worth of hiding how you felt about each other crackling around you and when you let your eyes drop to Marcus’ lips you realised there was no way you were leaving his home until you kissed him.

“Yes.” Your tongue darted out to wet your lips and Marcus couldn’t tear his attention away, his pulse ticking rapidly as he tried to calm himself down, thoughts flying around in his head. He tried not to think about the fact you might only want to kiss him because you’re slightly tipsy and it would make the evening more interesting and instead just focused on the fact you wanted to kiss him in any capacity. You leant ever so slightly closer to him and brushed your fingers over his arm. “I don’t wanna play this game anymore.”

Your breath hit his lips and his tummy flipped, body heating up as he moved even closer, his lips now ghosting yours as he spoke. You were breathing in every breath he let out and the air seemed to buzz with energy, the song fading out into the distance because all he saw was you. You were all that mattered in that moment.

“Why not?” The slightest brush of his lips against yours had your breath hitching and your eyelashes fluttered when he brought his hand up and trailed his fingers across your jaw. You closed your eyes and leant into his touch.

“Because I want you to kiss me now.” The words had barely left your mouth and he was slanting his lips over yours, his hand sliding into your hair. He made a noise low in the back of his throat, hand tilting your head further back as you got lost in his kiss. No matter how many times you’d thought about kissing him, nothing would ever live up to how it really felt. His lips were soft and warm and your head spun when he gently licked your bottom lip, your hands sliding over his arms and across his shoulders.

The kiss wasn’t long enough, you never wanted him to stop brushing his lips over yours, you never wanted to forget the taste of his tongue but he was pulling away and leaving a line of kisses over your flushed pink cheek. He gently stroked your cheek with his thumb and your entire body felt tingly just from that one motion, your blood pounding in your ears as you tried to get your tummy to stop flipping. Marcus was already watching you when you opened your eyes again, slightly out of breath and each one he let out was warm over your lips and made you want to pull him back in.

“Why did it take you so long to say that?”

[nolanell]

At The Museum Headcannons

The awesome @max--phillips made the meme below, and being an History of Art graduate, I wrote some headcannons for it.

For this piece, Oberyn is Modern!Oberyn / Pero is Modern!Pero / Din Djarin is SecurityGuard!Din

Lots of clickable links in this as I have linked to the artists and artworks referenced. Big thank you to @getlostbobby for an amazing idea for Max Phillips!

Dave York: You were surprised at how receptive to the idea he was. You had honestly thought he'd encourage you to go, but without him. And yet here he was, with you. He was looking at the techniques used, marveling over feathery paint strokes Rembrandt used for hair, the dramatic light and shadow of Caravaggio, and the paint application of Courbet. Dave seems to appreciate anything where a noticeable technique has been used, and he is particularly taken with anything that shows off the skill of the painter. He surprises you even further when he starts talking readily about symbolism in art and the conventions he sees in different artworks. As you're leaving, he tells you that he loves 'The Ambassadors' by Holbein and would like to come back as he could stare at it for hours.

Marcus Pike: He was so excited when you asked him to come with you. He'd been wanting to go for ages, but didn't want you to think he was asking you on a date that was 'something he wanted to do' or that he was going and you were there just to tag along. He was genuinely interested in everything that was in the collection, but was equally as interested in what you thought about each piece. He never got annoyed at any of your questions and was eager to have a conversation about art with you. He noted he thought you had an interesting perspective on a lot of the pieces that he hadn't thought of, and he excitedly explained you had given him some insight that had never occurred to him. As you queued up in the gift shop you asked what his favourite piece was, and he laughed and said he couldn't pick just one.

Ezra: He was more than happy to go with you, mainly for your company and in the hope he might find something to captivate his imagination. You and he got a fit of giggles over a nude sculpture and for a good half an hour you had to stifle giggles as you walked around together, seeing more and more of them. You calmed down quicker than he did, but you did find it adorable that he found such joy in something so childish. What did catch you off guard though, was the way he fell in love with the dreamy, hazy Monets. He sank onto one of the benches and just stared at it for what felt to you like an eternity. When you sat next to him, you listened intently to how he spoke of their ethereal, dream-like beauty. He was truly captivated by them and you promised you would let him know if there was ever a special Monet exhibition at the museum. He particularly liked the 'Houses of Parliament' paintings, and was happy to hear they were part of the permanent collection.

Jack Daniels: He giggled with you at the nude figures, but explained he thought the contrast between nudity in art (and how it is highly regarded) and modern censorship of nudity was bizarre. He was then totally hooked on art as social commentary and this dictated how he viewed a lot of the collection. His natural pace around the museum is quite quick, but he was more than happy to go at your pace and stop at anything you wanted to take your time over. He would listen to what you had to say and offer his own opinion. In terms of anything he actually liked, rather than found interesting alone, he mentioned he really liked Van Gogh's 'Wheatfield with Cypresses' series. They felt like home, he said.

Max Lord: He very matter of factly told you he would only come with you if there was a special exhibition he was interested in, and he wouldn't bother with the permanent collection. He was happy to come to the Andy Warhol special exhibition but would only go at his own pace, and was done in an hour. He went straight to the café afterward to wait for you, though did get drunk on the overpriced wine while doing so. You asked what he liked best, and he said 'Triple Elvis' by Andy Warhol, but refused to elaborate.

Oberyn Martell: He loved recreating poses of the pieces you looked at, particularly if it was the dramatic retelling of a myth. He made you join in with him, explaining that it wasn't as fun on his own, and it was the best way to enjoy the storytelling. He did, however, ask you to pose on your own by 'Girl With A Pearl Earring' by Johannes Vermeer, as he felt you could recreate it perfectly, and took a photo on his phone. Overall he prefers visiting the permanent collection as there is so much he wants to look at, and feels he could spend hours upon hours looking at everything on multiple visits. Most of all, he loves sitting in the café with you once you're finished looking around together, discussing what you'd looked at over a bottle of wine. On one visit, he buys a print of 'Judith Slaying Holofernes' by Artemisia Gentileschi as he thinks both art and artist is a strong female piece for his daughters.

Frankie Morales: He was a bit nervous about going with you, thinking you were so much smarter than him, and that it would all go over his head. He was happy to go around with you, asking about what you found interesting and looking at anything you pointed out. However, he was surprised to find that he really liked the pieces that showed everyday people doing normal, day to day things. He was particularly interested in the ones that showed what people did for fun, like 'A Concert' by Lorenzo Costa. He found it really cool that the mouths were painted in a shape that showed it matched what sound they were actually singing, based on the music score in the painting. He was really excited by 'A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte' by Georges Seurat. He loved seeing the dogs in the painting, which is what made him look, but he also loved the 'slice of life' feel to it.

Javier Peña: He agreed without hesitation to come with you, but once he got there, he felt so out of place that he headed straight for the café to wait for you. He insisted you take as long as you wanted and to not worry about him. He didn't get far, though, and pulled you over to 'At the Theatre' by Pierre-Auguste Renoir. He very quietly told you that while he thought you were much more beautiful than the girl in the foreground, he said it reminded him so much of the first time you met. He'd seen you across the crowded entrance to the embassy, and he felt like the face of the man in the background, desperate to meet the beautiful girl across the room.

Comandante Veracruz: He only agreed to come with you because you swore you'd be out before closing time, and because you promised that when you were done, you'd have dinner at the restaurant he'd been eyeing up for weeks. He went straight to the café, mumbling 'before closing' as he went. True to your word, you came to find him with a good couple of hours to spare. He melted a little bit when he saw how happy you were at having spent most of the day surrounded by art, and promised he would come with you again and try and look at some of the exhibits.

Pero Tovar: He only went because you promised you wouldn't mind if he spent the whole time in the café. He said he would wait until he got bored, then you were on your own. You were almost as surprised as he was, though, when he stopped by 'The Battle of San Romano' by Paolo Uccello and was genuinely interested in it. He actually asked you questions about it, and asked why it was so important in how artists approached perspective in painting. He also spent a lot of time looking at 'Whistlejacket' by George Stubbs and marveled at the accuracy. He did eventually go to the café, but was there for much less time than he thought. And he asked you to get him a print of 'Whistlejacket' from the gift shop when you were done.

Max Phillips: You regretted asking him to come as soon as the words left your mouth, but you weren't sure why. You knew he would do something ridiculous, this is Max you were talking about; you just couldn't figure out what. 'Licking a painting' was not on your bingo card of Max shenanigans, but here you were in the museum, staring intently at whatever exhibit was on the other side of the room as Max was escorted out. Once you knew he was gone, you turned around to check where he had been, and had to stifle your laughter. For all the embarrassment, knowing Max was thrown out for licking 'Saturn Devouring His Son' by Francisco Goya was possibly the funniest thing in the world, and you had to hide your laughter for the remainder of the visit.

Din Djarin: You had started talking to the quiet security guard after he apologised for disturbing you. Some guy had tried to lick a Goya in one of the other rooms, and the guard had bumped into you as he led the guy out. As he was apologising, he noticed you were looking at a piece by Kazimir Malevich and made an incredibly insightful comment. It hadn't occurred to you before, and from then on you always made an effort to seek him out when you visited. It turned out he was really into Piet Mondrian and the Constructivist movement, which explained the Malevich comment. He doesn't have a particular favourite piece, rather more interested as the movement as a whole, and how it develops. He takes you by surprise when he is very excited to tell you about an exhibition coming to the museum on astral photography (he later explained he had wanted to apply to work at NASA as a kid). Your heart melts when he shyly asks if you'd be interested in coming with him on his day off.

[forever-rogue]

hey, you're incredible and amazing and I hope you're taking care of yourself 🥺💖 if you are still taking request, can you write something for Frankie o Marcus Pike? from promt list 1, number 1 "a wedding?" and number 65 "hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing!"

love you 💖

I went with Frankie and I hope you enjoy 💕🥺

Frankie x Fem!Reader ; warnings: slight language

Frankie Masterlist 

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You almost bowled Frankie over as you threw open the door and welcomed yourself into his house. You had knocked and at the loud pounding he had almost dropped what he was doing in order to come and answer. Instead of waiting, you'd used your spare key to his house and let yourself in.

"Oh, hello there," he said as he closed the door behind you with an amused grin on his face. As soon as he saw the distressed look on your face, his own faltered, "what's wrong, Bee?"

"Everything, Francisco!" you groaned as you opened the fridge to grab out a beer. You made quick work of opening it and taking a large swig before sitting down at the counter, "I have once again single handedly fucked myself over!"

"You want to elaborate a little more on that?" he asked as he helped himself to a drink and joined you. He'd been busy preparing everything for your weekly movie night, hadn't been expecting you for a little while - not that he ever minded you being around. Sighing heavily, you rested your head on his shoulder, "what could possibly be so bad?"

"You remember my ex - Brad?" Frankie immediately groaned - for reasons both the same and different to yours. You nodded in acknowledgment.

"Ew, Brad."

"Yup," you laid your head on the table before letting out a long sigh, "well Brad is getting married. And guess who is invited? Me - and my boyfriend."

"You don't...have a boyfriend," he reminded you as you just threw up your hands in exasperation, “so…”

“I know, I know, I know,” you groaned as you took another drink, “it just came out - here he is all fancy and getting married and I’m just...not. I didn’t want to look like a total idiot and be all oh yes, of course I’m still single but would love to come to your wedding alone. So...apparently I have a boyfriend. I need to find a fake boyfriend or find a damn good excuse for why my boyfriend couldn’t make it at the last minute.”

“Shit,” Frankie couldn’t help but laugh at your little dilemma as you groaned at yourself. You just couldn’t keep your big mouth shut it appeared. When had it ever done you any good? Never. You should have learned by now. A few beats of silence fell over the two of you before he suddenly made a small sound, “I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” you raised your eyebrows as your heart started to beat wildly in your chest. Sure, you might have been in love with your best friend and have been for some time, but you’d never ask him to do such a thing. You’d purposely pushed that thought to the back of your mind as quickly as it had bubbled up. It would make things infinitely more complicated - and what if something happened and you slipped up and confessed your love for him? That was a situation you’d rather avoid all together if possible. 

“Come with you,” he grinned, clearly proud of his brilliant idea. He wondered if you could hear the loud pounding of his own heart; as soon as you’d mentioned the idea of a fake boyfriend he’d grown excited. Was this his opportunity to finally come clean and tell all the ways in which he loved you? Maybe, maybe not. But if he didn’t try, he’d never know, “I’ll be your boyfriend - fake boyfriend.”

“Oh Frankie,” you couldn’t help but smile at the sweet look on his face. Gods, how could anyone not fall in love with him? But reason quickly took over you and you weakly shook your head, “no, it’s okay. I couldn’t ask you to do something like that.”

“I want to,” he insisted with a soft ruffle to your hair before he could stop himself, “come on - what are best friends for, Bee? Besides its just a wedding...”

“I don’t know...I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to..”

“I want to,” he promised softly, “come on, it’ll be fine - you might even have fun! Besides - I want to see you break out some more of those amazing dance moves!”

“Frankie…”

“What could go wrong, Honey Bee? It’s the perfect solution!

I could fall harder in love with you. I could confess my love to you. I could make a huge fool out of myself. I might never get over you. 

“Okay,” you agreed before you could stop yourself. The excited look on his face was enough to make you melt as he just grinned from ear to ear, “let’s do it.”

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“Wow,” Frankie’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw you, his megawatt grin enough to make you melt. He held his hand out to you, ever the gentleman, which you took as he pulled you in for a hug. You’d agreed to meet at the venue, and go from there; it probably would have looked more convincing if you’d arrived together, but you weren’t sure if you could handle anything more than what was needed. As soon as you spotted him, your heart started doing flips in your stomach, “you look absolutely beautiful.”

“What about you, handsome?” you ran a hand through his dark locks, unsure if you were doing it out of your own volition or you were playing the part of doting girlfriend, “you clean up pretty well yourself.”

“Thanks,” he whispered softly as a tinge of pink flushed up into his cheeks. He politely greeted a few passersby. You repeated the action, remembering a few faces from when you had dated Brad a few years earlier, “hold my hand Bee - we have to make this look convincing!”

Something came over you and you were quite sure what possessed you, but you took his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together, before leaning over and offering him a kiss. He hesitated for a mere fraction of a second, unsure of how to respond, but then offered a simple, saccharine little kiss. 

And it was electric - sending shivers down your spine as your whole body warmed up. People always spoke about seeing those proverbial sparks when they kissed the one. And this...this had to be it. 

Opening your eyes, you found Frankie looking back at you in awe and momentarily wondered if he had felt the same thing. A gentle expression softened his features as he looked at you in wonder. Maybe...maybe you’d both felt it...but no. Surely not. You wouldn’t flatter yourself with the idea that Francisco Morales fancied you like you did him.

“Gotta act the part, right?” you teased nervously as you started pulling himself in the venue, “come on, boyfriend!”

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The rest of the ceremony was spent in comfortable silence as the two of you sat close to each other, but still leaving a small distance between your bodies. It was almost like the two of you could feel that something had shifted, even with the smallest of kisses. You were hyper-aware of his closeness to you the entire time, feeling his body heat radiate onto you, your entire being humming with excited, yet nervous energy. Little did you know that Frankie was feeling the exact same thing, all the while trying to figure out how to finally (finally!) tell you about his true feelings. 

His hand was resting on the wood of the aging bench, next to yours, but not touching. Both of you consciously, or subconsciously, kept inching your hands closer and closer until eventually they were touching. Frankie seemed to overcome his nerves and put his hand on top of yours before gently squeezing it as a sign of ressaurance, before lacing your fingers together. The smell gesture was enough to kickstart your heart and you were unable, or unwilling, to keep the smile off of your face. 

What was suddenly happening?

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After the ceremony, a beautiful affair - even you had to admit - the two of you went to the reception, still buzzing happily, but unable to quite form the right words. Whatever was happening, it was coming fast, and honestly...it had been a long time coming for the both of you. Neither of you tried to fight it anymore, deciding to let whatever happened, happen. 

“Listen, Bee,” after you’d gotten to the reception and the bride and groom had cut the cake and had their first dance, Frankie finally gathered up the courage to speak. He reached for your hand and held it tightly, “there’s something I need to tell you -"

“Hey! You made it!” Brad wore a beaming grin he came over and still managed to steal Frankie's thunder; he tried not to let his expression falter too much, "you look great!"

"Wouldn't miss it," you said - only a small lie - before reaching down and grabbing Frankie's hand. Despite your initial hesitations, you were glad you came, and honestly happy for him, "and two make a lovely couple. I'm so happy for you both - really. You deserve it."

"As do the two of you," he grinned, grabbing Frankie's shoulder and giving it a squeeze, "the two of you! Can't say I'm surprised though...always thought the two of you had a little something going on. How long has it been official?"

"Oh umm…" you gave Frankie a look of surprise as you tried to think on your feet. He looked just as thrown off as you did, "a-a couple of years. We've been together for a...bit."

"Time to make an honest woman out of her, Morales!" Frankie's expression paled as your eyes widened in surprise. But he was quick on his feet and chuckled lightly, "I'm happy for you guys too. Who would have thought? I guess most of us did...anyway! Thank you both for coming and have fun - open bar!"

"Thanks," you both managed to weakly say as the groom bounced away to greet other guests. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turned to Frankie and offered him a meager smile.

"Yeah...so I guess the whole fake boyfriend thing worked!" you cheered lightly, trying to keep the situation from turning any more awkward than it was, "we could...probably just leave honestly. Maybe grab a pizza and drinks and watch a movie?"

"Do you want to dance?" he completely changed course with his question, his voice nervous and almost cracking in anticipation. You paused for a moment before deciding that yes...you really, really wanted to slow dance with Frankie.

"I'd love you to," you whispered gently as he took your hand and led you to the lightly illuminated dance floor. 

And it was so easy - so effortless. His arms wrapped around you and yours around him as you melted into his body. He was so soft and warm and smelled heavenly; why hadn't you ever done this before? It felt so...right. As you swayed to the music, everything seemed frozen in time and nothing mattered but this moment - him. This was where you were supposed to be the entire time. Home was in his arms, home was Frankie. 

After what seemed like a small eternity, you pulled back and looked at him, his eyes searching yours as well. He stopped and his hands found your face as he gently traced over your features, a smile gracing his own. You put your hands on his wrists, trying to control your breathing as you stared at each other, lost in your little world.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you leaned up and kissed him. And this time it wasn't some quick or rushed brush of lips - no this was slow and meaningful, every feeling and emotion poured it. It just felt so perfect, so right, like the two of you had been doing this for ages and ages, not the first time. You wished it would never end, that you could spend an eternity wrapped up in his arms.

"I am so in love with you," he whispered against your lips when you finally pulled apart for a breath of air, "and I've been trying to figure out how to tell you for years."

"I...I love you, Frankie," you grinned at him, "its always been you...I just never knew how to say it. I was scared...nervous."

"Sweet Honey Bee," he stole another kiss, this one sweet and saccharine, "how could it be anyone but you?"

"Frankie…" his name was a soft, reverent whisper as you melted into his touch, "I don't even know what to say…"

"I'm hoping you'll say yes to getting out of here and getting a pizza and some beers and relaxing back at mine? Just like usual," he suggested as you nodded eagerly, "there's one more thing."

"Anything."

"I want to kiss you," he grinned, "like a lot more. I feel like an idiot for not doing that sooner.

"That's a guarantee, love," you promised him, "kisses and a lot more than that."

"God, you're amazing," he grinned as you started to pull him away and to the exit, "I wish I would have told you years ago."

"We were both fools," you admitted, "but think of all the time we have to make up for! And besides - you're always worth waiting for, Francisco!"

He was awestruck as he just stared at you before running after you and scooping you up in his arms and carrying you bridal style. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you grinned at him like a lovestruck fool - which, you supposed, you were.

"I love you, Honey Bee."

"I love you, Francisco."

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The Neighbor Pt.2

Pairing: Marcus Baker x Reader

Plot: It’s Y/n and Ginny’s first day of school. Y/n is nervous as she goes to her first period class but then it goes away when she sees a familiar face in her class.

Warnings: Swearing

(A/N: Guysss I forgot to change the font when I started to write this I’m so sorry if it looks weird!! The next part won’t look as weird as this I promise 💀💀)

Mom and Austin dropped me and Ginny off at school. We both wished each other luck and headed to first period. I had English first period. My teacher is Mrs. Cambell.

I walk into class looking for a seat. I found one and sat down. A few minutes later the bell rings and who I’m presuming is the teacher, walks in.

“Hello class I hope you all had a wonderful summer. I see we have a new student in school this year. Y/n could you introduce yourself? Where are you from?” She asks. I slowly stand up so everyone can see me. I start to speak but then the door opens suddenly.

“Mr. Baker thank you for finally joining us. Right in time though, our new student is introducing herself. Y/n, go right ahead sweetheart.”

It was Marcus. My neighbor, the guy from last night. Now I know we’re the same age. He sits down at the only empty seat which just so happens to be the seat right next to mine.

“Hi I’m Y/n. I’m originally from Virginia but I just moved from Texas.” I say. That’s all I say. I’m not much of a public speaker. My sister Ginny is though.

I sit down and Mrs. Cambell starts talking about what she expects of us during the year. I couldn’t really pay attention, I felt eyes on me the whole period. I knew it was Marcus.

The period ended...finally. It felt like forever with him staring at me. I felt so awkward. I rushed out of there to go to my next class.

Half of the day passed and I thankfully didn’t have any classes with Marcus. It was right before lunch and I decided to go to my locker to put away some books. When I closed my locker door I jumped. Marcus was right there leaning against the other lockers.

“Holy shit Marcus! You scared the crap out of me!” I yelled.

“Haha I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to talk you.” He said.

“Oh okay, it’s fine. Why did you want to talk to me?”

“Well you walked out of first period so fast, you didn’t even say hi.”

“Well I-”

I was interrupted by a girl with a bright pink jacket.

“Marcus why don’t you leave this poor girl alone and bother someone else?”

Marcus rolled his eyes and stood up straight. “See you around” he said as he left.

“I’m sorry about him he’s an asshole. I should have strangled him with the umbilical cord in the womb, I would have done a solid for humanity. I’m Maxine by the way, Max for short. You look familiar, do you have a sibling?”

I was taken aback by all the energy she has. She talks really fast. “Yah I have a twin sister Virginia but she makes everyone call her Ginny. You might know her possibly.” I said.

“Oh yah! We have the same first period. Do you wanna come to lunch with me? Your sister and my friends are having lunch together.”

I agreed to go with. I’m glad my sister found friends. She has a hard time making friends sometimes. It’s mostly because she doesn’t give any effort in trying.

At lunch Max introduces me to everyone. We all talked for a good 20 minutes and then Ginny and Max decide to go off of campus for lunch, I stay back to read. I needed some me time. Everyone else at the table left so it was just me.

Halfway through the page I was reading I saw a person sit down across from me. I look up and it was Marcus.

“Hey” I said smiling.

“Hey what’s up?” He said.

“Oh nothing much just reading, what’s up with you?”

“Nothing much just sitting here with you. You looked kinda lonely so I just wanted to give you some company.” He said with a smile.

“Oh well thanks! Max and her friends were here but then they left. Oh by the way Max told me you have a motorcycle??”

He sighed. “Yah I do...and I’m guessing you want a insta pic of you on it?”

“What? No my dad rides one. He taught me how to ride.”

He looked at me surprised. “Really!? Do you want to come over after school snd give it a spin?”

“Yah sure! That sounds really fun actually.” I said.

The rest of lunch we talked. I told him that my step father had just passed and that’s why I moved. He apologized but I told him it was fine.

At the end of lunch he walked me to my next class.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you later then” he said.

“Yah see you later. Thanks for hanging out with me Marcus. You’re not an asshole.” I said with a smile as I walked into class.

(A/N: I was watching Captain America while writing this and I kept stopping to watch cus Chris Evans is just so goddam hot. Like have y’all seen his abs...anyways, I hope y’all liked this one. New one coming on up soon so keep your eyes peeled)

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Pregnancy Announcement HCs

Drabbles under the cut for how Pedro boys would react to your pregnancy, and how you’d share the news. Trigger/content warnings: Pregnancy (both planned and surprise,) mention of abortions as an option, talk of contraception, smut (including cum play, cock warming,) mentions of PTSD and past drug addiction, mentions of dead former partners, blood, periods, doctors/obgyns, single parent/father not wanting to actively participate. If I missed anything, please let me know! Lack of editing as usual... 

Pics are for inspiration, not always an exact replica. All take place in a sort of modern AU where there might be a social media to post pictures to.

Dave York

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Dave already has a family and he made it very clear that he wasn’t leaving them for you. When you found out, you were terrified he would demand you terminate the pregnancy - heck, you considered it briefly yourself. You thought long and hard about your options even before telling Dave.

His first reaction was about as bad as it could get: he said nothing, got up and left. He returned a few hours later when you had already cried yourself hoarse. He held you in his arms as he spoke clearly and carefully. He asked if you wanted to keep the baby, and when he said yes he almost seemed torn. You don’t know if it was wishful thinking that he was excited to have another child, but you swore you saw a sparkle in his eye… of course, it wasn’t that simple.

He told you it wouldn’t be easy for you since he would never be with you like that - you were just the nanny he was fucking. If you wanted to go it alone, he would help financially and support you as much as he could, but he couldn’t claim the baby as his and risk losing his daughters.

You were going to have to go the single mother route, and if anyone asked you’d have to either say it was a fling or the father wasn’t interested in being in the picture.

Din Djarin

In all honesty, you were surprised it didn’t happen sooner. Din loved to cum inside of you. He’d lay with you, his softening cock still inside you to make sure nothing slipped out. When he finally did, he’d watch with amazement as your body twitched as it adjusted to emptiness. Gently, he’d push any dripping cum back into your fluttering hole. His deep, gruff voice was laced with exhaustion and lust as he would talk about filling your pretty pussy, not wasting a drop…

When you started getting ill, you at first thought it was just a passing bug. It was inevitable with all the travel that you would fall under the weather. Two weeks into the churning stomach, you realized you missed a period. 

When you brought it up to Din, he changed all travel plans - the bounties could wait, he had to get you to the nearest clinic ASAP. The test coming back positive had him glowing with pride. It was hard to convince him to wait until further along to announce the pregnancy, knowing anything could happen in these early stages. As soon as you gave him the all-clear, he did everything but shout it from the rooftops. By the time the picture was posted -your headgear, his helmet, and a tiny helmet between - everyone already knew anyway.

Ezra

It was a surprise, but not a shock. You and Ezra, although you tried to be safe, definitely had a habit of being caught up in the moment and forgetting certain precautions. A walk through the forest that led to a beautiful field of flowers, a picnic on a moonlit beach - there were times Ezra was so overwhelmed by your beauty and the beauty around him that he just got swept up. It was hard not to get swept up with him.

He was ecstatic when you told him you thought you might be pregnant. He could hardly wait for you to take a test. His knee bounced anxiously as you waited the 2 minutes, holding your hand tightly in his. The positive result brought tears to his eyes as he embraced you close but gently, already scared of hurting the baby. He saw it as nothing less than a blessing. He dropped to his knees as soon as he let you go, already talking to the bundle of cells, calling them his little shining star. The nickname sticks throughout the pregnancy, leading to a beautiful space-themed nursery and all events leading up to the birth, including the announcement.

Frankie Morales

You’re absolutely terrified to tell Frankie. You knew he wanted to be a father, but the two of you had talked so much about the fears you shared about being parents. Mental health, substance abuse, financial stability - it made the concept of “starting a family” overwhelming.

Your stomach rolled the whole time you waited for him to get home from work, little plastic test taunting you from the table. What if it set him off? He’d been sober for years, but you knew every day was a new battle. You were so consumed by your own thoughts, playing out how he might react in your head, that you didn’t even hear him come in.

“Are you…” He half-asked the question, eyes darting between you and the test. You couldn’t find your voice, only nod. The facial change in him was immediate: broad smile and wonder in his eyes as he laughed, scooping you into his arms. You clung to him just as tightly as he started laughing, too much joy coursing through him. As he started crying “holy shit, I’m going to be a papa,” how could you have possibly doubted he’d be anything but ecstatic?

You each tell your closest friends and your families, but you manage to keep it under wraps for the first months until posting your announcement and shocking everyone. Toes in the sand at the beach of your favorite camping spot, imagining the sandcastles and other games you’d be playing in the near future - it was everything you could ever want.

Jack Daniels

The two of you were religiously careful. You had talked about a family, but had agreed that until Jack was ready - which may or may not happen - you were going to prevent it. But life finds a way…

You find out much later than you would have liked - nearly 3 months in, you missed the whole first trimester. Looking back, there were obvious signs of pregnancy but you just didn’t think it was possible. You and Jack find out together at a doctor’s appointment. You leave the office shell shocked with a stack of pamphlets to consider your options and an appointment for next week. When you get home, Jack doesn’t even talk about it. You try to bring it up a few hours later, but he ignores you.

Finally, 3 days later, you can’t take it anymore. You feel like you’re in this completely alone at this point as you yell at him “ignoring it won’t make it go away!” Jack breaks down and tells you he’s so damn scared. He cries in a way you’ve never seen him cry, talking about how he wants a family with you but he can’t go through that kind of loss a second time. It nearly killed him the first time and he wouldn’t be able to handle it again. You talk long into the night about all of it - both of your fears, worries, dreams, thoughts - nothing is off limits as you talk about all the possibilities lying in front of you. Even through the fear and trauma, one thing is clear: you both want this.

It’s not easy, but your doctor helps relieve some worries. She speaks frankly to you about the development of the baby along the way and suggests a therapist that might be able to help, as well as classes you can take on parenting. It doesn’t take long for the worried “what ifs” to be paired with excited “whens.”

Javier Peña

When Javier Peña walked into your small town police station, you thought you were dreaming. Sent to help with a case that your rural forces didn’t have the experience to handle, he was only supposed to be in town as long as the case took. You never imagined you, just a lowly admin, would catch his eye.

It didn’t take long for you to tumble into the bed of his hotel room. And your bed at home. And your car. And his truck. And just about any possible surface in between. What you thought was a one night stand turned to three, then four, and soon into a full fledged fling. You knew the expiry date hanging above your heads, so you kept your feelings for the charming (if a little gruff around the edges) agent locked deep away. The case took about two months, and then he was gone just as suddenly as he arrived.

A month after his departure, when you found out you were pregnant, you didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t even left you his number, so you were sure he had no plans to see you ever again. Should you track him down and let him know, or just carry on with this on your own? You spent night after night talking to the growing baby, asking what you should do.

Javier ended up answering the question for you, when he unexpectedly walked into the station once more. He asked to speak with you privately before admitting he had missed you. He told you about trying to forget you, only to spend most of his evenings telling his father about you. Eventually you cut him off with a kiss, telling him you’re glad he came back. You take his hand, placing it on your stomach when you tell him you had been thinking about him too.

Javi helps you secure a transfer to Laredo and even though you technically have your own place, you’re spending practically every night with him anyway. If anyone wondered why the move, well the recognizable mustache on your announcement answered their questions.

Marcus Moreno

Marcus doesn’t believe you the first time you tell him “I think I’m pregnant.” He remembers his wife’s pregnancy with Missy, and you haven’t shown any of those signs. You roll your eyes and tell him that every woman and every pregnancy is different, but he still doesn't believe you. It isn’t until he’s staring down at three tests, all positive, that it clicks in his head he’s having a second child.

He’s excited, but he admits he’s scared. He’s older now, what if he can’t keep up with a baby? More than that, he’s worried about Missy.

You both know you don’t want Missy to feel left out or replaced by a new sibling. The two of you have a good relationship, but of course there were speed bumps to get there. She understood you weren’t trying to replace her mother. Would she be as understanding, knowing that you weren’t trying to replace her?

You and Marcus sit her down and tell her together. Before you can even start on your planned spiel about how the family is growing and no one is getting replaced, she is talking a mile a minute about having a little sister. You and Marcus share a relieved breath and lock eyes before you have to remind her that it might be a little brother. This seems to dampen her mood a little bit, but overall she’s still excited… even if she is adamant she isn’t touching any stinky diapers.

Another way you make sure to include her, is how you announce it to your friends and family. You’re sure, with Marcus’ status, it will get out to the public eventually, but you start by sending close friends and family a picture of Missy wearing a shirt calling her a “Big Sister.” She loves the photoshoot, making all kinds of faces as you snap away on your phone. Happy, sad, pouting, crazy… they all go in the baby book.

Marcus Pike

It was only a few months after your wedding that you and Marcus were ready to start a family. You didn’t “start trying” as much as you “stopped preventing.” There were a few false starts when your period would be late or the time you caught the stomach flu, but a few weeks short of your first wedding anniversary, you were pregnant.

Marcus spent many nights laying next to you in bed, hand on your stomach as he just stared at you - to the point where you actually started to get annoyed by it. He was amazed at your body changing, at the growing child inside of you, that he was finally getting the “happy ever after” he’d been looking for all his life.

The announcement was hilarious to shoot. Marcus and you were covered in paint splotches, laughing with love shining in your eyes. You held a palette Marcus knelt in front of you with a paintbrush, painting “Masterpiece coming soon” on your stomach where the bump had just started showing with the right angle.

Max Phillips

Max knew before you did, even if he didn’t put it all together. He started complaining that you tasted different, smelled different. Not just your blood, but as he spent hours trapped between your thighs. His keen senses had him identifying a change, but neither of you knew what change it was. After all, as far as you knew, a vampire couldn’t get a human pregnant.

Max whined when your period was late - he loved your time of the month. “Best of both worlds” he would say as he feasted on you for as long as you could stand it. It had happened before, your period being late due to stress or illness, but this time it wasn’t just a day or two. A few weeks later nothing had happened. A quick trip to your gynecologist confirmed it.

“I thought you said there was no way you could be pregnant,” she teased as she showed you the results.

Max was shocked, scared, and then proud as a pig in shit. He was terrified to be a father, but he hid that behind a swagger and a “yeah, I knocked her up. Not even death can stop these swimmers.”

Even if you did try to hide it for much longer, the vampires he worked with could smell the change in you too. Put together with Max’s protectiveness over you being ramped up even more than it had been… it was easy to figure out.

You took the picture as a joke - it was supposed to be a compromise that if you took this photo, he’d take the cheesy ones you wanted - but damn if it wasn’t your favorite of the bunch.

Maxwell Lord

You know that Maxwell had a bad history with family. First his parents weren’t as supportive as they could have been, and then his ex-wife had all but used Alistair against him anytime she could. You knew he may be nervous when you shared the news, but you didn’t expect him to turn into Maxwell Lord, television personality instead of your Max.

The first question out of his mouth was “is it mine?” Which broke your heart and set a fire in your gut. You threw anything you could get your hands on at him screaming at him for accusing you of cheating on him. You had just started to calm down when he mentioned lawyers and set you off again. You knew his past, but you truly thought he loved you and that you were his future.

You left, booking yourself in at a hotel. You didn’t leave the room - not only had you not packed anything and knew the paparazzi would devour a picture of you looking so disheveled, but you just couldn’t find it in you to go anywhere. You stayed in the room, ordering room service, watching TV, and crying. In a fit of rage, you had thrown the bottles from the mini bar across the room, needing to channel your anger and knowing you couldn’t drink your sorrows away anyway. 

He showed up a few days later, having followed the credit card charges to the hotel, looking remorseful. He apologized for the way he reacted, and you heard him out despite still being upset. There was a long talk in which you reminded him that you’re not his ex or his mother. You’re not trying to screw him over or get anything from him by having his child. It takes him a long time and a lot of groveling for you to truly forgive him, but you go back home that night.

A few months later, as the two of you take a picture on his yacht, both of your hands holding your growing bump, you can hardly tell the fight had happened at all.

Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand

Ellaria noticed before you did. A mother herself, she picked up on the glow in your skin, the change in your body, and the complaining about aches in your back or your breasts. When she pulled you aside and suggested you were pregnant, all you could do was blink. The three of you didn’t use protection with each other, only when others were invited into your bed. You’d never gone out of your way to prevent pregnancy, so while it shouldn’t have been shocking, it still caught you off guard. Ellaria brought you to her doctor, sitting with you while you found out for sure.

You were nothing but excited to share your news with Oberyn. You knew how he felt about you, about love and passion, about the children he already had. You had no doubt that he would love your child just as much as the rest of his daughters. The night you told him was spent making love while he waxed poetic about you, your body, your child... If you hadn’t already been pregnant, you’re sure you would have been at the end of the night.

With sand snakes spread across Dorne, you struggled for a way to tell them all. Sending letters didn’t seem to do the moment justice. This may be Oberyn’s 9th child, but it was your first and you wanted an extravagant way to share the news. 

Ellaria helped you to plan gathering all the children together. It wasn’t easy, but a month and a half after finding out, you had the whole, huge family together. You posed them all for a picture with you, Oberyn and Ellaria front and centre. You were handed a sign to hold for the picture - supposedly showing the family crest. However as soon as the picture was taken, you turned to show them.

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Unloved and Unwanted - Demetri Edition

Word Count: 3,116 Demetri x OC Part Three Warnings: Fluff,

Note: This of Unloved and Unwanted was written first but I decided to write and publish Felix’s version as I had just finished a Demetri series at the time. @vamp-army​ found out about Demetri’s version and has requested I let it out of the Dungeon. 🤣 🤣

Demetri could feel the start of the heartache of being away from his mate and he wished she was with him despite knowing what he did was for the best. He declined the offer to take a few days off insisting that working would be a good distraction for him. He was surprised how quickly the mate bond took effect for him; he’d only met her once and yet he missed her already. Marcus explained to him that vampires always feel the bond more intensely than humans and seeing that he knew what Lucy had gone through the last few months meant that the protectiveness part of the bond was established more quickly.

Lucy had been in Greece for a few weeks now and wasn’t feeling herself. She felt like something was missing; she felt sad, lost even and didn’t know why. She tried to ignore it by keeping busy; she painted the apartment, went shopping for some new clothes and bits for the apartment. She was lying in bed one night thinking about stuff when she found herself thinking of him, she dreamed of him that night.

She woke up the next morning and wrote her thoughts and dream down in her journal.

Journal entry – 25th September 2007

I went shopping for some new stuff for the apartment to try and make it feel like home – it still doesn’t feel like home. I bought 2 new bikinis and a new red dress, not sure why a red dress but it looked nice. I couldn’t sleep at first, my mind wondering and I found myself thinking of Italy, thinking of him – Demetri – he was nice to me, he gave me money for a new life, he wanted me to be happy. He let me go despite the consequences he probably faced from my cruel mate. I felt sorry for him when he said that he had no mate as he seemed so kind and caring. Why couldn’t Demetri have been my mate, I bet he wouldn’t have rejected me.

Dream

I am back in Volterra on the day I am supposed to meet my mate. I meet Heidi outside and we talk; then she takes me to the throne room to meet Aro, Caius and Marcus. Aro and Caius read the letter from the Cullens and we talk about me being mated to one their elite guards, being unwanted and locked away by him. I then go with Heidi to her room and have a relaxing bath before Jane brings me some dinner. I then have a good night sleep before having breakfast bought to me by a handsome vampire; Demetri. He is very nice and asks how I am and just listens to me talk about me being told I have a mate, but that I’m unwanted by him and will be rejected by him, before taking me in his arms and comforting me, telling me that if I was his mate he wouldn’t reject me, he would want me, he would love me. He’d show me the world and we would be happy together forever.

Then I woke up and realised that was never going to happen. Since leaving Italy I feel like there’s something missing but I don’t know what, maybe I’m just being silly. After all I’m truly all alone now, I don’t even have any friends  : (

End of Journal entry.

Demetri, Felix and the twins were sent on a mission to observe some rogue vampires, possible newborns and dispose of them if needed. They were only two hours away from Santorini, from Lucy but no one mentioned this to Demetri as they knew he was aware of this fact; that he probably felt the mating pull towards her. “If you want to go check on her, we won’t tell anyone” Jane said softly “Thank you, but I don’t think it’s a good idea Jane” He replied. The four of them stood in silence observing their targets from a distance.

‘I wonder how she is, what she’s doing right now. Is she happy?’ Demetri couldn’t help but think of her ‘Maybe I should go check on her, just to check that she’s safe’

“They’re not doing much so I’m going for a quick hunt” He said and took off towards her; he was the fastest of the four so it didn’t take him long to get to her as he was able to track her easily. It was late when he arrived, so he stood on the balcony and looked in to see her sleeping on the sofa. He tried the door and it was unlocked; he was both happy and frustrated at this. He stepped inside and quietly had a look around. He gently lifted her off the sofa and carried her to the bedroom and tucked her into her bed “Goodnight mi amore” He whispered. He went to leave her room but his eyes caught her open journal on the desk as he passed; glancing down briefly he saw the entry was dated the day before, he knew he shouldn’t read it but he was curious to see what she had been up to. He reads the entry and can’t help smiling at what he reads, she thinks of him, dreamt of him; dreamt of being with him as his mate. His smile fades as he finishes reading the entry; she feels like something is missing since leaving Italy and she is all alone. ‘I’m going to bring her home to be with me, where she belongs no matter how long it takes’

He leaves the apartment and makes his way back to the others, making sure to drain one human as to not arouse suspicion from the others, although they knew where he really went.

Lucy wakes up in bed not remembering how she got there. She showers and dresses before leaving the apartment and makes her way into town to look around and explore. She visited the library and noticed a poster advertising courses at the community college. She goes and picks up a course prospectus and looks through it to see what course/s interest her. She decided to enrol in an Aromatherapy Massage course ‘sounds like fun’ she thought to herself.

Once back at the castle Demetri goes to find Heidi and finds her with her mate Corin “Hi girls I need some advice” He says walking into Corin’s room “How can we help?” Corin asks, Demetri sighs “Where do I start?” He sits on the sofa the girls join him and wait for him to begin “I went and saw her” They didn’t need to ask who he was talking about “We were a few hours from where she’s living and I went ‘hunting’ alone. She was asleep on the sofa when I arrived; so I carried her to bed and upon leaving her room, I spotted her journal on her desk” “You didn’t?” Heidi asks “It was already open on the previous day’s entry and I was curious as to how she had been” He replied “And what did you find out?” Corin inquires “She thinks of me, dreamt of me, dreamt of being with me as my mate” He replies smiling, looking between the two vampires “Of course she doesn’t know I’m her mate. She thinks I’m just the tracker that her mate would have sent after her had she ran” He adds, Heidi and Corin nod at him to continue.

“She also mentions that since leaving here she feels like there’s something missing; she hasn’t made any friends either, she feels that she is truly alone” His smiles vanishes “I missed her terribly only after meeting her once but now I’ve seen her again…it’s getting worse.  I want her; no I need her with me” He looks down at his hands in his lap. “Sounds to me like you’ve made up your mind about getting her back” Heidi said smiling “I’ve waited a long time to meet my mate and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the Cullens ruin this for me, for her, for us” Demetri replied and thought for a moment before continuing “I just don’t know how to go about it. That’s where I need your help” Heidi and Corin look at each other smiling “We’ll help you anyway we can, promise” They say together and Demetri looks up at them and smiles “Thank you.” 

The following day Heidi helps him order a bouquet of pink lilies online from a florist near Lucy’s apartment. He picks a card and writes a message as Heidi suggests

Lucy, Just a little something to say ‘welcome to your new home’ Demetri x

The following afternoon Demetri received a text from Lucy

Hi Demetri, thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful. I hope you are keeping well x

Hi Lucy, you’re very welcome. I’m glad you like them. I am well thank you, you? X

I’m ok. I’ve just enrolled in an Aromatherapy Massage course at the community college – figured it’s something fun to do. You been up to much? X

Aromatherapy Massage – not sure what that is exactly but good luck with the course. Went on a three day mission with Felix, Jane and Alec. I had to track some rogues and newborn vampires that were drawing too much attention x

Thank you. Aromatherapy Massage involves using scented oils to give a massage, different oils have different qualities so it kinda personalises the massage for each person. Your mission sounds interesting if not a bit dangerous? X

Thank you for explaining Aromatherapy Massage to me, it sounds very interesting. The mission was a little dangerous but I had back up and I’ve been doing this a long time so it was ok. Exhausting because they’re newborns but ok x

See that’s where a massage would be beneficial. If vampires do that kinda of thing x

I’m not aware of anywhere that does massages for vampires, but then again I don’t know much about them. Heidi may know x

So there’s a whole new market out there ready to be conquered – massages for Vampires. Good to know x

Are you offering your services then Lucy? ;) X

‘Never thought I’d be flirting with my mate by text after I set her free’ He thought to himself smiling

Maybe ;) Although I’m not sure how good I’ll be at it x

Practice makes perfect Lucy x

Does that mean you’ll let me practice on you? ;) X

‘She’s flirting back a little. This gives me a reason to see her again’

I’d be happy to let you practice on me, after all I did say if you need anything to let me know x

Aww thank you. Feel free to come and visit, it’ll be nice to have a friend x

Thank you for the invitation, I’ll come and see you soon. Take care x

See you soon & take care too x

That night Demetri told Heidi about Lucy and him exchanging texts and how it ended with her inviting him to visit whenever he wants as friends. “Friends is good Dem. You can use that as a foundation to build a relationship on” Heidi says smiling “You think it’s a good idea then?” He asks nervously “I do, but bear in mind each time you leave her it may hurt a little more” “I will and thanks” He responds.

Demetri spoke with Aro, Caius and Marcus telling them about his text exchange with Lucy “I know it’s a lot to ask especially after I let her go; but I was hoping you would support this opportunity for me to get to know her more with the intention of bringing her home as my mate when the time is right” “Of course we support this my dear boy. This is a way for you to get to know her and for her to get to know you without it being forced. We’ll give you a year Demetri and then we’ll review the situation” Aro says smiling “Thank you master Aro. I appreciate your support and the time given to spend with her” He replies “Go and spend a few days with her next week and see how the ground lies; before making extended trips to see her” Caius responds with a smile “Thank you master Caius”

Hi Lucy, I hope you are well. I have a few days off next week and wondered if it would be ok to come visit you? X

Hi Demetri, I’m well, hope you are too. Next week’s good for me, just let me know what day to expect you x

I’m well too. I’ll see you Monday then x

Lucy spent the weekend tidying the apartment, not that it was dirty but she was both nervous and excited about seeing Demetri again. She felt bad that she doesn’t have a guest room for him to stay in; she hopes the sofa will suffice for a few days.

Monday lunchtime Demetri arrived ensuring he was covered up as it was a little sunny out “Hi Demetri, good to see you again. Come in” She greeted him with a smile “Hi Lucy, nice to see you again too. Here these are for you” He replied stepping inside and handing her a bouquet of mixed lilies “Thank you they’re lovely” “You’re welcome darling” He responded.

They sat down in the lounge area and caught up before deciding to watch a film together ‘This is nice, I’m glad I came to visit’ He thought to himself “I don’t have a guest room sorry; will you be ok on the sofa for a few days?” Lucy asked quietly “The sofa will be fine seeing that I don’t sleep” He replied “What? Vampires don’t sleep?” She asked surprised “No we don’t need to” Demetri replied “But Heidi has a bed in her room” “A bed can be used for other reasons besides sleeping Lucy” He said smirking; Lucy blushed “Yeah of course” She replies shyly. ‘I’m glad he came to visit. It’ll be nice to not be alone for a few days’ she thought to herself.

“Can I ask how your tracking gift works?” “Of course” He was pleased she was taking an interest in his gift. “I catch the essence of a person’s mind and then follow it like a scent over any distance. I can find anyone, anywhere, I can link to a target once I have physically met that person, or I can pick up a person’s trail from anyone who has met them in the past” “Wow that’s amazing. Your reputation as the world’s best tracker is well deserved” She had a look of awe on her face that warmed Demetri’s heart.  

The following day was warm and sunny “Hey did you want to go for a walk on the beach? It’s nice and sunny” Lucy asked smiling “That sounds lovely Lucy but I can’t go out in the sun. It would expose me a vampire” He replied “Oh, sorry I didn’t realise. Can I ask what happens to you if you’re out in the sun?” She asked “No need to apologise. Vampires sparkle in sunlight so we have to cover up on days like today” He answered “Sparkle? Seriously?” “Yes, I’ll show you quickly” He replied rolling his sleeves up and standing on the balcony for a few moments “Wow! It’s like diamonds” She says taking his hand in hers and lifting it up and turning it over “Yeah we can’t go out today. Movie day it is.” He smiled at her reaction, finding it adorable.

Still holding his hand she leads him back to the sofa. “What do you want to watch sparkles?” She asks grinning; he turns to look her, eyebrow raised “Did you just call me sparkles?” He asked “Yes. Yes I did” She replies still grinning “That’s your nickname from now on. Ok sparkles?” She starts laughing; without warning he moved closer to her and started tickling her sides “My name is not sparkles” He says in a low growl “Y-yes. It. Is” She says between giggles. “You sure about that?” He asks laughing along with her “Uh-huh. Spar-sparkles. Sparkles the vampire” She’s laughing harder now as he keeps tickling her, him hovering over her, each leg either side of her.

“S-stop tick-tickling me. Pl-please” “Only if you stop calling me sparkles” She nods breathless from laughing; he stops tickling her and sits up, watching her get up from the sofa “I’m just grabbing something from the bedroom…sparkles” She says as she walks towards her room. Demetri got off the sofa and ran behind her scooping her up into his arms then dropping her on her bed and resumed tickling her “S-stop” “No. This is your punishment little one” He said smirking “Little one?” She asked “If I’m sparkles then you’re little one” He said with a nod.

She continued to laugh and wriggle beneath him as he continued to tickle her. Once the tickling stopped and her breathing returned back to normal she looked up at him above her “Who knew vamps could be so much fun?” He rolled off her and lay on his side looking at her “Vamps can be fun if or when they are with the right person or people” He wrapped an arm across her waist as she rolled onto her side to face him; his hand slipping to her back. She placed her arm on top of his, her hand resting on his shoulder and smiled. ‘I think I’m falling in love’ He thought to himself smiling, pulling her closer. ‘God he’s gorgeous. I could totally fall for him’ She thought to herself, liking the feeling of being held by him.

The following night Demetri left to go back to Volterra “Thank you for coming to visit. Feel free to come again whenever you’re nearby or have time off. I’ve enjoyed your company” She wrapped her arms around his waist; resting her head against his chest “Thank you for having me stay. I too have enjoyed your company and will visit again soon” He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist holding her close breathing in her scent. “Can we stay in touch by phone?” She asked quietly “You’d better stay in touch darling. I may not be able to call you everyday due to my duties at the castle but daily texts are a must” He said tightening his hold on her “I can live with that” She looked up at him smiling before placing her head back on his chest, not quite ready to let him go.

[chaoticpuff17]

When the Chips are Down

part 9

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The next day came much too slowly. Y/N hated bed rest, and the constantly squirming future futbol star in her belly didn’t make finding a comfortable position easy. Namjoon also didn’t make bed rest any easier. The man was an expert at hovering. When he said bed rest, he meant bed rest. He didn’t let her so much as get up to use the bathroom by herself. Supposedly if she was up for even a moment without him watching, she and the baby would go into distress again. Perhaps on someone else the hovering would have been sweet, but it was Namjoon, and all she wanted to do was throttle him. She restrained herself though, if only for the sake of their new deal and the fact she wasn’t sure she could beat him in a fight with her belly so big. 

“You should really eat something.” He sighed, fully dressed and ready for the day as he sat beside her watching her pick at the food on the tray that Miss In had brought up for breakfast. “It’s good for the baby.” 

“I’m aware.” she shot back dryly, as she continued to poke at the food in distaste instead of eating it. 

“Just a little.” he tried to conceal a smile, finding her little frown adorable, even if he couldn’t allow her petulant refusal to eat in the mornings. There was only a few weeks left until the baby arrived, and he wanted them both to be as strong and healthy as possible. 

She turned to him, looking both tired and completely unimpressed. “I’m not a child, Namjoon.” 

“I know that, jagi, but the baby…” 

She took a deep breath, counting to ten to keep her temper in check. Mornings had been rough for her for the majority of the pregnancy. Morning sickness that was meant to go away half way through the pregnancy lingered, and true to its name, it liked to hit her in the morning. 

“I am aware that there’s a baby. I’m the one whose organs it's using as a punching bag. I know what I’m doing.” 

“Just a little. Please.” he did his best to keep his own temper in check, knowing full well that their truce was still fragile, but he was only trying to look out for them. 

“Fine.” she growled, gritting her teeth.

“Thank you.” he leaned over, pressing a kiss to her temple with a smile. “The new doctor will be stopping by today to check on you and the baby. I’m sorry I can’t be there for it, but I need to get things in order before the baby comes.” 

She nodded, taking a reluctant bite of breakfast. “That’s fine.” 

“Your sister will be here though.” 

She perked up at that. “Iyla?” 

He smiled, relieved to see her something other than ornery. “I thought you would like to have her with you, and I did promise you could see her today.” He loved the bright smile that spread over her features. He only wished that she would smile like that for him once in a while. “Jin will be coming by as well, just to make sure that everything is in order with the new doctor.” 

“No shooting this one.” she grumbled, taking another small bite. 

“No shooting.” he promised. 

After breakfast, where he forced her to choke down a minimal amount of porridge despite her still tender stomach, Namjoon was off to work, and she was more than happy to see him go. It gave her freedom to attempt sneaking her way out of bed, a plan that was quickly squashed by Miss In who had a gaggle of maids constantly checking up on her if she wasn’t there herself. She wanted to be dressed in something other than pajamas, but that apparently wasn’t going to happen. 

“Y/N!” a wonderfully familiar voice called right before the ball of energy that was her sister came barrelling into her, smooshing them both back against the pillows. 

“Hey, Iya.” she whispered, squeezing her sister tight and ignoring Hoseok who lingered at the door. “We’re fine, Hoseok. I’m sure Namjoon needs you for something or another.” the man didn’t move. “There are guards everywhere, and Miss In checks in every twenty minutes it seems. Do you really want to be here for my check up?” 

“Probably not.” he shrugged, smiling slightly. “I’ll wait till the kid’s born to coo over pictures.” He turned a sharp eye to Iyla who was still curled tightly around her sister. “I’ll be back later to pick you up, okay?” she didn’t say anything, and Hoseok sighed tiredly before making his exit. “Good luck with the check up.”

Both women waited for Hoseok to leave before they said anything else. 

“You’re okay right?” her sister pulled back, scanning her over once they were both sure Hoseok was gone. “You were so upset when I left, and you had pain in your belly. Is the baby okay?” 

“Baby is fine, but are you okay?” she lifted her hands up, gently cupping her face. “Hoseok didn’t hurt you at all?” 

She shook her head, causing a few stray strands to fall out of the bun that sat messily on top of her head. “I’m fine. He’s not the most pleasant,” she grimaced. “But he didn’t hurt me.”

“Good. That's good.”  she flopped back onto the mattress in relief. “So what are we doing today?” 

“I’m on bed rest.” the news was met with a sympathetic ‘oof’ from her sister. “But the new doctor is coming today to do a check up, so you’ll probably get to see the ultrasound.” 

“New doctor?” Iyla propped herself up on her elbows. “What happened to the old doctor?” 

“Namjoon shot her.” 

“And I thought mine was bad.” she huffed, laying back down. “Are we better or worse off than with Marcus?” she turned looking at her sister with a serious expression that wasn’t typical of her. 

Y/N sighed, settling herself back against the pillows as well. That really was the question. Were they better off? She’d told Namjoon that he was worse than Marcus, but was it actually true or had she just said it to rile him? 

“Well, I’m not getting beat up every other day.” she offered weakly. 

“Y/N.” 

“I made a deal.” she admitted, resting a hand over her belly. 

“What kind of deal did you make?” 

“They can’t hurt us. They can’t do anything that Marcus did, and I arranged for him to let Mark, the guy who helped me escape, go unharmed. The catch is we can’t leave, or at least I can’t. I made no such promise for you. If you find a window, you take it.” 

“I’m not leaving you here alone!” she argued, sitting up and glaring at her sister. “If I’m leaving, I’m taking you and the peanut with me.” 

“I can’t.” she shook her head sadly. “I’ve gotten out of here twice, and neither was without help, and both times ended badly. I got Jackson killed, Iya.” 

“We run together. We go back to the states!”

“We don’t have phones. We don’t have passports.” 

“We get to the embassy!” 

Y/N shook her head. “We have no way of getting to Seoul. You’d have a much better chance of getting out of here without dragging a pregnant lady with you, and how exactly do you think we’re going to get out of here? There are guards everywhere, and I don’t think  Namjoon is going to be taking any chances with the baby due in a few weeks.” 

“We have to try!” 

“If I leave the deal is broken, and there is no protection for either of us. If you have a chance to go, you take it, and you don’t look back.” 

“I can’t leave you here!” she cried. “Are you insane!” 

“Your sister has a point.” a new voice called from the door pulling both of their attention to Sen who stood there with her little boy perched on her hip. “But even if you have a chance it won’t end well for you. Hoseok isn’t a man to cross. He can be sweet if he wants to, but there’s a whole lot of crazy behind that sunshiney exterior. You’re safer here where you have family to look out for you.” 

“And who are you?” Iyla growled, protectively scooting closer to her sister. 

“This is Sen.” Y/N placed a calm hand on Iyla’s shoulder. “She’s Yoongi’s wife, not by choice.”

“What’s she doing here?”

“Came to check in on you and the baby.” 

“You’re not needed.” 

“She’s a friend.” Y/N scolded, lightly smacking Iyla’s shoulder. “Don’t be rude.” 

“Well, then we take her too!” Iyal conceded, already getting fired up again.

“Right.” both older women scoffed. 

“How are you planning to sneak you, me, a baby, and a pregnant lady out of here?” Sen asked arching an elegant brow. “I’m not risking Yoonho. Taehyung might be busy with his girl, but he has eyes everywhere, and I’m betting Hoseok had Jin stick one of Taehyng’s trackers in you just like Yoongi did me. They’re a little paranoid if you hadn’t noticed. Two out of seven have had pregnant women slip away from them. Apparently, it’s a little traumatizing.” 

That shut Iyla right up, if only for a moment. “We can take the trackers out!” Her voice was more frantic now as she grasped at straws.

“Done that.” Y/N grimaced at the memory. “It wasn’t a pleasant experience.” 

“We can’t do nothing!” 

“You’re not doing nothing.” Sen assured her. “You’re keeping your head down and keeping safe.” 

“I can’t risk any more travel with the baby.” Y/N added softly. “I almost went into labor yesterday. But you’re safe so long as I keep up my end of the deal.” 

“What about you?” Iyla insisted, gaze heated as her eyes darted between the two older women. “You’re content to just sit here and play house?” 

“I’d rather you be safe.” Y/N took her little sister’s hand in hers. “I won’t have you go through what I went through with Marcus, and at least this way, you have some level of protection.” 

“It’s not fair!” 

“I know.” she agreed softly. “But it’s the best I can do for now.” 

“Namjoon’s not going to hurt her.” Sen promised. “He went crazy when she was gone. He might be a raging psychopath, but he has some sort of twisted love for your sister. So long as she and the baby are here with him, she’ll be okay.” 

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” 

“It’s the best we can do.” 

“What’s the best you can do?” Jin asked, popping into the room with a rather pale looking Hayan trailing behind him. “Good to see you again, Iyla. How’s the arm?” he asked, nodding towards the arm where he’d inserted the chip. 

“Great.” she hissed, glaring at him. “What’s the quack doing here?” 

“I’m offended! I offered to play Narts with you!” 

“Quack.” She grumbled, scooting even closer to her sister.

“He’s here for the appointment, Iya.” 

Jin perked up, turning his attention to the very pregnant woman. “And how is our gorgeous mom to be today?” 

“I’d be a whole lot better if I wasn’t on bed rest.” 

Jin laughed, and Hayan made her way over to the bed, perching on the edge and sending Y/N a small attempt at a smile. “Just for a few days. It’ll put all our minds at ease after the scare you gave us yesterday and all the stress Namjoon’s put you through.” 

“Hi, Hayan. You doing okay?” the other woman nodded slightly, but it was clear to everyone in the room she was still shaken. 

“I wanted her to stay home and rest, but she wanted to see how you were doing.” Jin sighed dramatically. “It’s my lot in life to be surrounded by gorgeous stubborn women.” 

“How’s the baby?” Hayan asked, voice soft. 

“Kicking.” 

“Kicking is good.” Jin nodded. “The new doctor should be here soon, and then we should be able to take a proper look at you and baby. Are all you ladies staying for the check up?” It was a question addressed to all of them, but they all knew that it was Y/N who was meant to answer. 

“As long as no one but the doctor is checking things down there, we’re fine.” 

“Okay.” Jin clapped his hands together. “I am going to ask that everyone who isn’t Iyla go sit over there, except you.” he reached out, lifting Yoonho right out of Sen’s arms. “You get to stay with Uncle Jinnie, spend some time away from stinky old Yoongi.” 

The little boy stared at him, completely unimpressed looking so much like his father before he started fussing for absolutely no reason, reaching up with one chubby little fist to roughly grab a lock of Jin’s hair and yanking. 

“Ow! Okay! Okay!” Jin handed the baby back. “Not today then. He gets more like his dad every day.” he huffed, pouting as yoonho settled back into his mother’s arms. 

“He cries for Yoongi too.” Sen offered as a consolation, bouncing the baby lightly. “He’s a momma’s boy.” 

“More like his dad every day.” Jin muttered again, shaking his head sadly. 

“Buin.” Miss In called from the door. “The doctor has arrived.” the woman stepped aside to reveal a different woman dressed professionally with her hair neatly pinned to the top of her head. 

“Buin.” the woman bowed respectfully. “I’m Dr. Yang. I’ll be taking over your prenatal and postnatal care.” 

“Dr. Yang.” she greeted eyeing the woman warily. 

Miss In had done a wonderful job of cleaning the master bedroom and at record speed as well, but the memory of what had happened just the other day was still fresh in everyone’s minds. 

She could tell just by looking at the woman, it was going to be a long day. 

part 10