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rise-my-angel · 1 year

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New Year New Games

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Female Reader

Length: 16.3k

Warnings: Nanny au, slight canon divergence, reader with powers, mutual pining, masturbtion, angst/hurt comfort, happy ending, smut, handjobs, p in v

Notes: Big thank you to @thewayofthemandalorian for letting me borrow the idea about Marcus's wife and caring for a younger Missy from Afraid To Jinx It 💜

You knew you weren’t getting out of this one. You had already skipped out on the Christmas party, and nearly everyone had commented on it. On the Monday you arrived at work and the first thing Marcus said to you was, “You didn’t come to the party? We- everyone was excited to see you.” Followed by a few vaugley annoyed emails from others in the office about you not showing up. Apparently your presence in the building was missed and you’re excuse of something coming up at the last minute was not accepted.

Now though? You had been walked right into a trap just to coax you into saying yes. Ms Vox and Lavagirl had insisted in meeting up with you for lunch, claiming it had been so long since they’d seen you and wanted to catch up. You had Missy with you that afternoon, so you hoped she would be a good distraction for them. Failing to remember that she obviously was at the party, and wouldn’t be distracted by her charm this time around.

“No one has seen you in forever. We miss you.” Vox was unfair. Toning her voice up to sound so sweet and enticing while bashing her well painted eyes at you. Lavagirl was a little more straight forward in intention, but stayed silent to let her friend play the guilt trip game. “There’s no way you aren’t at least a little bit tired of working in Moreno’s house day in and day out.”

Except that was the opposite reason you didn’t go to the party. It was over half a year ago when Marcus’s wife had left. Signed her parental rights off and moved overseas to focus her life entirely on laboratory research. None of you were quite sure why she had to leave her family behind to do so, but judging by Marcus’s not so heartbroken response you suspected it was at least something that had been building up for a while.

That’s where you came in. Your ability wasn’t special enough to put you in the prestigious league of Heroics, but kept you around them so long most of them considered you a friend. You could keep it dormant and that’s where you preferred to keep it. Ullr they called you, or when they tried to tease you about it, ‘God of Gambling’. You could use it to win any kind of direct amble, bet, or traditional game. You couldn’t bet on the horses, but you would always win a game of pool.

Turns out, having such a specific skill set didn’t have much use in a combative world, and more often then not you were designated for office duty. Then Marcus’s wife left, and he found himself with a three year old Missy and no one to care for her when he was gone. So you volunteered. Coming here to only find out that the very team you were hired on to join, had no use for you made you feel left out.

Tossed aside because what were you supposed to do? Fight aggressive, violent bad guys by challenging them to rock, paper scissors? “If I win six out of ten you have to promise to stop murdering.” Yeah that would solve the problem. So you forced it back, kept it dormant and tried to find purpose here, until Marcus needed help.

It was a long talk when you approached him about leaving your job here and being a nanny to his daughter. You needed a purpose after the only one you were told you were destined for got ripped away for it’s uselessness. But half a year later you felt no regrets.

Missy adored you as much as you adored her, and Marcus felt much more like a close friend than a boss now. Which was why you skipped the party. He to you, felt too much like a close friend and you had a bad habit of falling for close friends.

You spent enough time as it was in his personal life, and the last thing you wanted was to come off as clingy or attached. You invaded their lives, their home enough as it was he didn’t need you in his home for an office party with people you didn’t even work with anymore. So you claimed something came up, but now the two women sat across from you at the tiny round table felt like they were closing in on the lie.

“I’m not above dragging you out of your apartment by force to get you to go.” Your forehead fell into your hand as you sighed. Lavagirl wasn’t above making a scene and your nerves lit with anxiety at the prospect of being the subject of it. She leaned in across the table trying to catch your eyes. “You haven’t done anything fun for yourself since even before you left. It’s just one party and we’ll stop pestering you about them. Until the next one.”

Your eyes dragged up to her, flat and amused as you tilted to rest your cheek on your palm. You did have fun actually, both with Missy and the more quiet hours you spent with Marcus when he comes home. Just spending time with him like you were regular friends. “What if midnight’s just too late for me?”

Now Lavagirl was the one to give you the flat look. “Please how many times did I come back from a mission around eleven at least and there you were still working away? You’re telling me in what? 6 months you’ve changed and now abide by a bed time like a good girl? I can’t even get my own daughter to do that.”

Your body dropped, eyes drifting off to the side of nothing as you sighed. If you showed up, did the rounds, made an impression as people were excited to see you maybe you could sneak out during a quiet lull when no one was looking. You were quiet for a moment, mind lost in thought as you sat unmoving.

Vox’s quiet call of your name along with a cutesy “Please?” just sent prickles all over your skin. Raking across your arms and down into your chest. These were your friend’s once upon a time. It wasn’t their fault or choice that Ms. Granada kicked you out of the league.

Before you could really think about it, a small hand tapped at your arm. You looked beside you to Missy’s wide brown eyes just as bright as her dads. “Daddy says I can come too. I can keep you company if you’re sad!”

Christ almighty, her puppy dog eyes were just as manipulative as Marcus’s as well. His magnetic manipulation might not have been inherited, but apparently his adorable wide eyed convincing skills sure were.

You ran a hand over her hair, noting in the back of your mind to braid it when you both got home so she didn’t have snow soaked hair dripping all over the floor. You didn’t even notice that you called the Moreno house home. Not her home, or even their home. Just home.

Warmth filled your heart as you looked at her, and flickered your eyes back over to the hopeful looks of your friends. Answering Missy was easier then answering them. So you pulled her head slightly towards you to press a kiss to the top of her head.

Pulling back you put a hand over your heart, voice enunciated and exaggeratedly formal. “I’d be honoured Madam Moreno to have you escort me to the New Year’s Ball.”

Her little face scrunched up in thought, whipping her head around like she was about to reveal a secret only to slide halfway off her seat to whisper to whisper, “What’s a New Year Ball?”

Grinning, you cupped your hand around her ear, whispering just loud enough for Vox and Lavagirl to hear as well. “Like the fancy castle party in Cinderella.” Immediately her eyes lit up and clapped, voice loud and almost in a giddy ‘yay’. Catching eyes of other people in the cafe, but only attracting melted hearts of you and the other two at your table.

She stuck her pinky out and waited for you to return it, as she gave a fond smile before looking to the others. “You can’t pick me up though. Give me time to get ready, alright? It’s been a while since I’ve been around everyone at once.”

They gave you that at least. The rest of the afternoon was easy going. You spent much time in Missy’s room combing through her closet and drawer of little costumes trying to find a pretty dress that sparkled just like Cinderellas. Sitting on her bed, short legs waving back and forth as she tapped at her cheek trying to decide if she wanted a pretty tiara to go with it.

By the time you heard Marcus’s car pull into the driveway you already had Missy in her seat at the kitchen table munching on baby carrots as you put the finishing touches on her dinner. As you heard the front door open, Marcus sweetly called Missy’s name.

Her head whipped over to you, hair flying across her face from the swish, eyes wide and begging. Just a nod of your head and she jumped from her seat and ran into the other room. Judging by the clash of fabric, no doubt dashing straight into Marcus’ chest in a hug. You tried not to pay attention, or even look his way.

Hopefully he would make his usual plea that you shouldn’t feel obligated to make dinner, let alone set out a plate for himself and not you. Shake his head at your insistence that you enjoyed it and he’d leave it at that. You didn’t want him to bring up new years and immediately key out whatever lie you’d come up on the spot with.

You only planned on visiting for a short while, avoid having to interact with him in a fun, champagne fueled get together where he’d let loose much more naturally. You could avoid your feelings when you still worked at the head quarters, distracted by non stop running around and being dragged by your ankles into office politics. Here you had Missy. You were hired to make her your priority so you could shove those feelings aside in favour of being a good caregiver and role model for her.

But a party you had no obligations, and there would be no filter or work around to avoid him. Marcus wanted you to come to the Christmas party so much, he would be thrilled to see you at this one.

Lost in thought, you missed Marcus’s entrance to the kitchen. His presence only making itself known as you jumped at the press of his warm hand at your back and deep voice rumble in your ear. “I’ve told you, cariño. If you insist on making me dinner when you don’t have to, please make some for yourself too.”

From the corner of your eye you could see his chin nod out to the only two plates set up one with a purposely fun Missy friendly assortment of food while the other clearly set up or Marcus with a little green bean salad on the side that neither you or your tiny ward would ever touch. “And I’ve told you, sir that I take on enough time with Missy as it is. She needs alone father daughter time.”

Still not looking him in the eye, you grabbed the plates and swivelled out of his closeness by rushing out the long way to the table. Even a drink set out in a nice glass was there. Leaning down to Missy’s level you put her plate in front of her. “Remember, veggies first. So you can-”

Her bright eyes shined up at you with a proud smile, “So I can end on the tasty parts?” You grinned at her and pulled her in to kiss the top of your head. You could only see enough of Marcus to know that pulled off his tie and undone enough buttons to let his chest breathe.

But you still didn’t look at him as you left the room to put your jacket on. Marcus though was faster then you could leave, turning the corner as he called your name. Reluctantly you turned your head and instantly regretted it. His glasses were off so it gave a completely unobstructed view of his eyes that screamed warmth. “Are you going to be there tomorrow night?”

You told yourself the hopeful look on him was your imagination. “I uh..”

Marcus closed in on you, his gaze never straying from your shifting eyes. “Her abuela is taking her home if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Christ how did a man with such a sharp power and commanding presence radiate a sweet energy that it could rot a tooth if indulged in too much. You switched your weight back and forth on your feet, knowing if you lied to him now you would secure him approaching you directly at the party about it.

So you sighed nonchalantly and nodded. “I think so.” You looked up at him in the most fake casual manner. Maybe you really did deserve to be booted from the team, you couldn’t lie convincingly with a gun to your head. “Hard to say no when Vox gets on you about something, right?”

His eyes squinted in thought towards you for the briefest of flashes before chuckling. The bass flying directly into your veins and flowed throughout with a guilty desire. A fond smile graced his features as he took a final step towards you, a hand gently finding a spot cupping your wrist that hovered by your chest still attached to your zipper. “I- good. We all just want to see you have fun for once. You work too hard.”

If Marcus could feel the muscles in your arm tightening, he didn’t say anything. The needy part of your brain just begging for him to slide up just centimeters more and lock his think fingers with your small ones. But you simply finished zipping your jacket up hoping the movement would lose him. It didn’t, his touch followed the trail up to your shoulders only to burn your neck where he moved his touch to lightly cup the side of your neck and just under your jaw. “I’m serious. I want you to go, see everyone again and have fun. You deserve it, alright?”

The rough pad of his fingers had your pulse explode into overdrive, again if he noted, not a word was said. You needed to get out of there. The longer you felt Marcus in your space, the more his comforting cologne scent filled your nostrils the more you couldn’t breathe. He didn’t wear know how weak being so close made you feel and you couldn’t deal with that right now.

So you just forced a tight closed mouth smile and nodded. “I don’t know about that, but I promise to stop by.” You turned to open the door, yelling a goodbye to Missy only to be accosted by her tiny frame bumping into your legs.

“Wait you need a pretty dress too!” Without thinking you crouched down to her height with an eyebrow raised. “The Cinderella ball, if I’m a princess you are too.” Turning in place she looked up to the currently impressive height of her father. “Daddy she needs a matching dress!”

You laughed genuinely this time. “I promise I have a princess dress that will match yours perfectly.” To be honest you’re not sure you did but a promise was a promise to the mini Moreno and you’d have to spend the afternoon searching for one.

You stood up to leave again, seeing Marcus with such a warm gaze towards you and what looked like a smile you told yourself wasn’t for you. You looked down at Missy as she gave one last request. “Glass slippers too! For the prince remember?”

It didn’t occur to you that as she said it, her grabbing onto her dad in a cuddling hug was anything more then just an innocent hug. Marcus knew what she did, but you didn’t. “Glass slippers. Check.”

Stepping out onto the porch you turned back as Marcus said your name once more. “Goodnight, cariño.”

You felt your face flush, but bent your head somewhat out of sight. “Goodnight, sir.” Before finally taking off. He was itching to say something about the formality, you just knew it but didn’t bother giving him the chance too.

On the way home, you ended up stopping by a little dress shop just to see. Missy ended on a poofy sparkling blue dress, much darker like a midnight blue but it was the closest you both could get to the dress from the movie. You already had an idea on what to wear, there was a simple deep orange dress that was a tad bit boring that would have sufficed.

But here you were, looking for a deep blue dress just to you could make the little girl you watch happy for one evening. You couldn’t say no to her hopeful face, the bright shining one she got from her father and the one you avoided on him as much as possible.

Settling on one similar in colour, you draped it over your bedroom door with a pair of nicer shoes tucked against the wall nearby. If you turned your light back on, you’d be able to see the dress. Watch as it mocks you for even thinking impressing either Morenos mattered. The love and affection you had towards them was real and tangible, and it just made you feel wrong for ever contemplating dropping any kind of hints. He was your boss no matter which job title you held and having the person he hired to care for his daughter fawn over him wasn’t appropriate.

That thought though, didn’t cease to creep back into your mind as your fingers trailed down to your clit the longer sleep evaded you. You didn’t start with Marcus in your mind but he floated back in, buzzing your senses and losing your breathe to it. His tall warmth that could engulf you, burying you deep with the deep cadence he spoke to softly in.

Images of a face so handsome that if he worked at a normal office, he’d surely have women fawn all over him everyday. But you saw his domestic side, how his soft features glowed under the lack of eyes and pressure atop his shoulders.

The more your core tightened in need, the more breathy the quiet noises you made felt. If you made as little noise as possible, even in your silent home, you might be able to pretend you weren’t teetering towards an orgasm at the phantom of the innocent touches he graced you with.

Not knowing that Marcus felt a similar tightening of his own, only he let those thoughts dominate his mind and felt no shame for what his senses blew over him.

Missy tucked into bed, he finally found time to wash off the day in the shower. Starting off with no agenda, but as the water grew colder, his thoughts grew stronger. Your wide eyed face whenever he was close to you haunted him. He wanted that look underneath him, on it’s knees before him, and Marcus desperately wanted to see how much he could morph it with wherever you’d let his cock inside of you.

He begun gripping the base of his cock without much conscious effort, squeezing just tight enough to set the nerves inside him alight. One hand was braced above his head flat against the tile wall, the other keeping such a tight grip he could only stroke up and down slowly. You had never touched him in anyway that could be interpreted sexually but the memory of your hands on his skin burned an invisible imprint on the spots.

Marcus had cupped part of your face in his hand tonight, he was so close to being able to pull you into him and find out what your lips feel like. Lips that he needed to feel all over his body. A shiver rippled down his spine at the thought and travelled into his cock with a slight twitch.

His strokes slid faster and faster, never ceasing the tight roughness he held. The throb throughout it yearned to find out just how snug your pussy compared to his own grip. What you’d sound like the first time he eased himself into your pretty body. Marcus thought it would be soft, a quiet, reserved gasp that he wanted to fuck out of your worries.

His thumb rubbed over his tip as he groaned, the ghost of a fantasy kneeling in front of him. Each rub imagined itself as sweet little kitten licks you’d tease him with. Your alluring eyes shut or refusing to look up at him in shyness there even in his fantasy.

In tandem with the ghost in front of him, his hand slid down suddenly from braced above him to the shower lever. Just as the image of the same hand gripping your hair and guiding your head to sink down over his cock flashed just as he purposely turned the level to heat up.

The slight burn from the shock of just too high temperatures so suddenly, the steam fogging up the entire room blended with his groans. Your beautiful self that walked and worked through his home like it was your own, the need you had to take care of even him had his jaw clench at the angry need to make you feel it in return.

Through gritted teeth his strokes slid faster up and down his cock as your name moaned out from his lips. He felt no shame for how much he wanted his touch to be you, no shame for how much he saved your kind, innocent actions in his mind to jerk off too when he was alone.

You were a beautiful creature in mind and in body, and Marcus was desperate to prove it. As his orgasm waved through him, the spurts of cum painting the tiles should have been your tits, your stomach even your ass. His cum was on his shower wall when it should be painted all over you.

Yours was less satisfying. Nothing more then a shiver and dull fire that faded just as unimpressive as it’s size. You withheld his name on your tongue, and as you turned to the side you refused to pull a pillow into you to cuddle. You didn’t want to flame an unfair fantasy. It wasn’t Marcus you were cuddling into you, and you’d end up imagining no matter what if you tried.

So you fell asleep, frustrated at the your petulant attitude of having to go to a party with people who want you there. Show up, praise Missy for her beautiful princess appearance, chit chat and then sneak out when no one was looking.

Simple plan, but just like your original plan of being hired into the heroics team, fate would refuse to let it play out as you tried so hard to.

It had surprised you that your biometrics still worked. You showed up to the outside of the complex with a long coat wrapped tightly around you to protect from the cold, but even in the tram to the main building you refused to let it up even a little.

You felt exposed in this dress now that you weren’t alone in a tiny dressing room. The deep blue with a shining sparkle felt louder then the amount it even showed of your skin. Your arms draped and covered by it’s long material and the calves sticking out from where the dress landed at your knees were covered in a tight black leggings. You wore no more or less clothing then you’d ever worn in that building but it still felt suffocatingly bright.

A few faces you didn’t know directed you to the main level where the event was taking place, undoing the front of your jacket as you did so. Trying to swallow the pounding of your heart at how shining it was already. Unfortunately for you, any chance at entering quietly was dashed as soon as you stepped into the elevator. Running in just before the doors begun to close, was a familiar flock of blonde hair and a tinge of an accent that never knew what an indoor voice was.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Your head fell back with a jolt as you turned partially to look at the man. Miracle Guy held an excited grin and arms wide open for a hug that he pulled you into as he continued his rant. “Half a year we don’t see you and you show up on new years looking like a five coarse meal, darlin’?”

Mouth slightly agape, you shook the surprise off your face. “It’s uh, nothing special- your suit looks good, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in just black and white.” You shifted the attention elsewhere, Miracle Guy looked rather handsome, black pants and a white blazer trimmed with a matching black with what appeared to be a casual white long sleeve underneath. And there was no chance he didn’t want to boast about it.

He pulled back and spread his arms out like a showcase, “My body helped pick it out. I’m telling you he got an eye for flash already.” He put a hand on his heart with a mock act of choked up, “I’m so proud.”

You half smirked as you rolled your eyes, once again pulling your coat to hide your dress once more as you turned back to the doors. “Good to know that some things never chance.”

Miracle Guy chuckled beside you, “Don’t worry, darlin’ I guarantee no one around here’s changed since you left. You’re in good hands.” Just as the doors opened, he shoved you a bit to go in front of him completely oblivious that being the subject of his dramatics was the last thing you wanted.

A skilled hero and good man, but one of the most casually dumb person you know. Passing a newly installed rack of hooks, clearly for the line of jackets currently decorating the entrance hallway Miracle Guy pulled off your jacket with no warning.

Making you fall back slightly with a yelp, now you were out there. Your conservative skin covering outfit ready to trick you into feeling all eyes on it. Miracle Guy’s hands patted down on your shoulders and walked you forward, the volume of the party just out of view around the corner. “Time to swallow those nerves, gotta show off our sparkling guest of honour in her strangely sparkling dress.”

You weren’t really sure what he said to announce you. All you could feel were eyes, too many eyes snapping over to you in too many emotions. They all were a blur as your heart pounded in your ears, being approached by a multitude of people. Most of which were your short lived teammates.

Vox was unfairly stunning as usual yet in gentle muted tones, contrasting with the black dress on Lavagirl that did nothing to take away the brightness of her hair. You were pretty certain it was physically impossible to actually dye her hair.

You didn’t really like the fawning. It was sweet of them to compliment you, but there was just so many people suddenly around you. Marcus was just out of sight near the other end of the room with a very similar blue blob in his arms, no doubt helping Missy show how excited she was about her dress. Next to him was Ms Granada, probably the one person you wanted to talk too less then Marcus.

Luckily you were being dragged off closer to the bar area to be persuaded with an open tab. Eventually were you talked into have at least one since it was early on enough that driving later wouldn’t be an issue. For a while, things fell back into a calmer place.

You may just have been able to get out on time. Suddenly your name was being called as the midnight blue blob ran over to you, her dress shining in the light and her hair in a pretty little up do. You tried to push down the thought that Marcus spent time and patience doing her hair up so nicely and certainly not picture it.

Hopping off the stool, you crouched down to her and welcomed her hug. Fixing her tiara as her impact made it fall off to the side you didn’t see the approaching figure. “And you were afraid you two weren’t going to look the same.”

Startled by his voice, you stayed frozen crouched on the ground as Marcus picked up Missy, turning her in his hold so she could look at him properly. “Can’t be outshining you now can I?” He leaned in closer to her as she shook her head no, whispering something in Spanish too quiet for you to try and pickup.

All you could see was Missy suddenly wide eyed and determined looking as she nodded yes this time before looking at you. “I have to go! Secret mission!”

Laughing you said “okay,” before standing up close to Marcus to give Missy a kiss on the forehead before he put her down. Both turning your torsos to the side to watch her run off across the room to where her grandmother stood chatting with what was likely an old colleague. You chuckled to yourself, the admiration you had for her soared higher every day it felt.

Braving a chance, you looked back up at Marcus, instantly regretting it. His hair was done, not pristine or slicked back but loose and wavy, the curls on him so soft and appetizing. Just a neat dark blue button up with far too many buttons undone at the chest and sleeves rolled up his forearms and black jeans to finish it off. Your heart fluttered at how handsome he was.

“Turns out I wasn’t the only one she wanted to match with.” You tilted your head just the slightest in confusion before his eyes took a peek down to your dress and back up, never leaving your figure. In his eyes there was a flash of something you couldn’t quite catch, he was good at reigning himself in. “You look beautiful by the way.”

Your face fell into a flustered embarrassment as you crossed your arms protectively over your stomach, pointedly not looking at him. “Everyone here looks good.” There was your complete lack of charisma or subtlety again.

Your nerves flickered on and off, unable to decide if you wanted more or less of this unwavering gaze he had on you. But his voice lured you in to look up at him regardless. “I’m serious cariño. You look stunning tonight.” His hand risked rising up to trace his fingertips over the fabric at your waste and ending just at your hips, keeping them pressed there. “But you look stunning all the time, so I guess that’s not really a compliment.”

Mouth stammering with no sound of words even coming out you pulled your arms in tighter as the embarrassed smile stayed plastered. “That’s rich coming from you.” His eyes narrowed playfully at you as his fingers pressed into your dress more firm, likely now feeling the dip into your skin instead of the fabric. “Women drool over you online all the time, not to me.”

His whole hand slid into place your hip now in a caressing hold in his large, warm hand. He ignored your attempt to lessen the not uncomfortable tension between the two of you, his other hand raising up to tangle a bit of your loose hair in his fingers.”One of these day’s I’m going to force you to finally understand that.”

Even though he wasn’t near your face you still shivered at how close his knuckles were to brushing your cheek. “Yeah right, you do enough as it is.”

Hand curling more around your hip you felt a slight pull to move you closer, his hand in your hair still raking through the locks as you wanted but not dared to do to him. He may have already had a drink, he could just be buzzed and sweet you told yourself.

Marcus seemed to reign himself in as well. Sliding his palm down your shoulder to your arm and letting it fall to the wayside. “I’m glad your here.”

As if completely oblivious to the tender air between you two, Miracle Guy appeared by your side an arm thrown carelessly around your shoulders enough to jostle you in place uncomfortably. Marcus still with one hand on your hip moving up to your waist to keep you steady as he glared at your new companion. “Careful with her.”

Ignoring the awkwardness, he pointed at Marcus “You don’t mind if we have our turn to have the guest of honour?” Marcu’s jaw clenched as well as the muscles in his forearms. Miracle Guy now tapping at your shoulder. “We require assistance, someone with your expertise.”

Pushing you now with his both hands on a shoulder each, he turned back once to his clearly agitated leader. “Moreno.”

Marcus just ignored him. His brown eyes washed over you with that frustratingly addictive allure, “Go, have fun. I can have you later.” Your heart lurched along with a shiver down your spine as those alluring eyes dove deeper into something much greedier, only to be ripped away from you as you were not so gently guided to a green felted table.

Your entire body sagged at the realization, turning to point and glare at him, Miracle Guy held his hands up in the air. “It was Tech-no’s idea.” Behind you the man yelled in protest.

“Did everyone suddenly forget what I said before I left?” That was a yes, and when you looked at the table, none of them looked guilty. More excited actually. Cards were laid out in the middle of the table and it did nothing to entice you like the brown eyes somewhere behind you.

Miracle Guy walked around you to lean up against the table, palms bracing him as he did so. “Come on, Ullr. Whats point of being the god of gambling if you never play.”

Your teeth bit the inside of your cheek, already feeling yourself let your ability flow through the gates you liked to keep it locked behind. Still, you protested. “I’m sorry did everyone go deaf when I said I don’t like fooling around with this stuff?”

It was laid out very clear, no betting, no stakes, no money. Some forms of gambling your power simply didn’t work with, but most you did have an advantage that would always secure a win. You didn’t even need to learn or try and finding fame and fortune that way felt like cheating.

You hadn’t used your ability in any way since you left to be a nanny to Missy. Tech-no leaned onto his forearms resting on the table. “Hey, we only bet bragging rights not money.”

Your arms crossed, looking to the side as you grappled with using this again. Vox snuck up beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and one at your waist guiding you closer. “One game from the beauty in blue?”

You didn’t feel flustered in the way you did with Marcus. Less butterflies and heat in your cheeks, and more dread and frustration. “I thought you said you just needed my....help.” You weren’t going to say expertise that’s stupid.

“Some of us learn by watching, teach us a few tricks, maybe a drink, have some fun, sweets.” Vox then slapped your ass gently as she walked closer to the wall beside the table. It’d been half a year since she did that, and now you remembered just how annoying but comical it was. Just coming from her though.

You tapped your fingers against your arms for a minute. Breath moving faster as your limbs tingled uncomfortably, but you already had unlocked it. It wasn’t something you thought about or even needed to pay attention too.

Play a bet, and you’d win no matter what. It was a spectacle they wanted, so just maybe you could give it to them and be satisfied enough to let you leave.

It never sat right with Marcus. Your entire history with the organization. Marcus had been the one to hire you. A series of incidents occurring in New Zealand, rumours of betrayal and accusations of cheating spreading like wildfire amongst groups speculated to be involved in organized crime. It wasn’t necessary to his work at the time, but he liked to keep an eye on things like that.

Eventually a name kept popping up, a pseudonym that claimed anything they showed up to a hosted gambling event amongst that community, they’d win again and again. Impressing the men so much that they rose through the competitions. Finally making it up to face off against one of the main leaders, and the host of the competition at his private residence.

The next day, breaking news of a giant raid at the very same home. And only a whisper of someone they called Ullr to go off of. He couldn’t get his mind off of it until he went to look into it himself. A real shock when he tracked this figure down, only to find you in a tiny unimpressive apartment in the middle of a panic attack.

Apparently being forced into acting as an informant for an organized crime system through a gambling competition was the local police station officers solution for failing to find a reason to arrest the woman who broke up with his petulant child of a son.

Rest assured, once you realized who he was and the warm genuinity that radiated from him, it all came spilling out of your mouth. You didn’t even live in that country. A small vacation, a small string of dates with a pushy, entitled rich man that had you ending things politely, and suddenly you weren’t allowed to leave.

Marcus was excited when he brought you back to America. Sure it was where your home was, but he also had been honest about your ability. Honest about wanting to see you find a use for it that didn’t leave you feeling used or dirty.

But Ms Granada didn’t hire you. And she didn’t want you. So just as quickly as you had settled in as an official member of the team, she kicked you off and demoted you to administration work for the very team she kicked you from.

He hasn’t seen you use your ability since. Not even as you liked to do, just playful jokes and laughs about it with the your former teammates. One could mistake you for never having it at all. Truth be told he was happy when you told him you wanted the job to be Missy’s nanny.

Not seeing you everyday? He missed you, and he wanted to make it better but Ms Granada had his hands tied.

Having you in his home, with his daughter and be in their lives sent his feelings spiralling out of control but still you never used it. And it left Marcus feeling unsettled as he watched you reluctantly sit at the table being dealt cards everyone knew you didn’t even need to look at.

But you always wanted to do things for people to make them happy. Maybe it was selfish to want that all for himself and Missy, but he wanted it all for himself because he wanted to make you happy in return. He wanted you to feel comfortable enough to give yourself to him, trusting that he only wants the best for you like you do him.

He tried many times to make you dinner before you made his and Missys. But you were strict about your routine with her, and as much as it touched Marcus that you cared he just wanted to see you stop doing everything for everyone else.

You weren’t happy at that table, but you were there letting yourself be a spectacle for an ability you were kicked out of your dreams for.

Marcus begun making his way over to the table, circling around so he could see you properly. Drinks and laughs filled the entire area, but you remained mostly stoic. A calm, flat expression as you tried to force yourself into the same joyous feeling but failed.

The group was having fun, but all you could see was your failure. People looking to you for entertainment that got to come back in the next day and live out the dream they were promised. It wasn’t Marcus’s fault, and you wondered just how much of it he felt guilty for.

Guilt for rescuing you from an endless trap, only to be overruled before you even had a chance to prove your worth. You felt your own guilt as well. You loved Missy, and carving a part of your life into this small domestic fantasy with her and Marcus filled your heart with warmth. But you also had to watch his marriage fall apart for this little life to happen.

Had to watch him come in day in and day out and act like normal. Act like it was just some minor troubles, when behind closed doors? He would express to you how frustrating it was, how difficult she was making it and how he was falling out of love for her quicker then it took to fall in love. She wouldn’t grant him a divorce because of Missy, only to walk out months later. Leaving behind nothing but divorce papers and documents giving up her parental rights.

It was painful, and you didn’t know how fair it would be to Marcus to showcase your feelings for him when this intimacy only came about from his family being torn apart.

You noticed he had begun to watch as well, but his face as hard and impassive as you tried to be. His brow furrowed in an unknown conflict. His eyes only on you. Not long after he came over, his mother joined passing a now more tired Missy into his arms. Whispering gently into her ear he pointed at the table and described what was happening.

Her own head fell into where it could reach on Marcus, a hand gently resting curled up on her mouth as she watched you. You had played 4 games now, and still they playfully and harmlessly asked to keep going. So you looked over, a choked up smile on your face at the tired little beauty.

She whispered to her dad back, and Marcus walked up to you, kneeling down enough so he and Missy were at your own level. His hand was cupping the back of her head, “Someone’s just a bit too tired to make it the entire night.”

You brushed a knuckle against her cheek. “Not waiting around for midnight? Even after all those light movie nights?” You and Marcus both knew that wasn’t true. Some days she struggled to fall asleep without her dad there, and she always wanted to stay up until he came home but fell asleep with her head in your lap anyways.

She shook her head before wrapping her small arms around Marcus as much as she could reach, snuggling her face into him more. Muffled words came out, but you both were the only ones to hear her quiet plea. “Remember to leave a shoe.”

Marcus chuckled as he pressed a kiss to her hair. His eyes looking over top his daughter to watch you mindlessly turn to the table and tossing a card play out that had the rest of the table groan in increasing defeat.

It seems you played entertainer no more the second either of them came along. You turned in your seat, knees now dangerously close to bumping into Marcus. “And who is the prince supposed to be silly girl?”

You could see her own brows furrow in a familiar fashion. Turning her head so the side of her face was smushed against his she tried to pull Marcus in closer. “Daddy.”

Your heart fluttered, there was such a frustrated sincerity no doubt the former stemming from being so far away from her bed. Neither you or Marcus looked taken back by how quickly she answered. Missy was a smart cookie, it wasn’t so surprising that she picked up on the yearning leaking from both of you towards the other.

Your only hang up was how affectionately Marcus smiled at her. He mumbled something to her in Spanish that you couldn’t quite pick up, but the words promise was definitely slipped in there. He adjusted her in his arms, so that as he leaned in close to your own face, it let Missy pause her hold on Marcus to wrap them around you.

You felt your hands brush just slightly against the bare skin exposed on Marcus’s chest as you hugged her back. Pressing a kiss to her hair, you shivered as Marcus’s fingers brushed the hand at his chest. The slightest of firmer drags against your own fingers hitching the air in your lungs.

The two of you found each others eyes with a darker emotion behind them that had your heart pumping harder then before. Finally he pulled Missy back into his chest, eyes on you as he leaned more to the ear furthest from the table.

“I’m going up to my office for a while, okay?” It was something you’d heard many times before, but now there was a deeper husk, thick and heavy with what tasted like greed to the words. You only could nod, eyes no doubt wide and mouth slightly hanging open.

Your chest heaving just once as you shakily exhaled what you didn’t even realize you were holding. The office that was on the next floor that you knew no one was on. You didn’t want to read into it, but more then once tonight there was a raking of his eyes over you that burned somewhere it really shouldn’t.

Again, you barley paid attention to what you were doing as you watched him approach his mom, handing the now dozing off Missy to her as he kissed her forehead once more and said goodbye to both of them.

No one was even paying attention to him, no one but you saw Marcus pause at the door. No one could see the clenched jaw as his fingers tapped against the frame, or the eyes that seemed to look down below your face and up before pushing off and disappearing.

And no one but the empty hallway saw Marcus groan a strained string of swearing, as his hand reached to his jeans to adjust himself. He couldn’t stay in that room, watching you with with his daughter acting more like a mother then Missys real mom did. Watching you look at him with such bright and needy eyes that he’s not even sure if you realized you kept giving him. Or that gorgeous dress framing you so deliciously in a deep blue that matched his and his daughter’s outfits.

He adjusted himself once more, the way you looked, the way you looked at him, and how much you matched tonight like a little family causing his jeans to tighten far more then he’d be able to hide in such a crowd.

Now you were just jealous. Marcus was the one who managed to sneak away with no one noticing, but here you were. Still here, now leaning up against the bar denying any goads to join with more drinks from the increasingly rowdy team.

You didn’t lie to yourself, it was nice to see them all so much looser then the usual professionalism and serious lives they normally lived when here. It felt much more like just a group of normal friends then who they really were.

You had checked the clock a few times, and after it hit eleven you found yourself looking around to see if Marcus returned. Perhaps he went to his office to get away from people, did that include you? You practically lived at his house maybe he needed time away from you as well.

But then there was the fire that flashed in his eyes more then once tonight. A fire your imagination had only ever seen in the darkness of your bed in between quiet hitches of your breathe, but it never felt as intense as the real thing.

Marcus might not have meant it that way, but deep in your subconscious there was a beg for it to be exactly that. Your conscious brain however, disguised it as a concern to check up on him. Just see if he’s okay and ignore the heat flooding your bloodstream, rising a sensitivity that extended to an uncomfortable awareness of how your dress rubbed against your skin like it wanted off.

There was a melancholy yet liminal feeling as you walked up the stairs. Your heel rising enough from the shoe forced you to stumble a bit and slide your foot in more steadily. You smiled to yourself as you were knelt over, hand pressing the back of the shoe in more.

Missy was ridiculous. Such a sweet and quiet girl, yet unashamed to be stubbornly vocal about things she really wants. She wanted you around more and more, and every time Marcus was home she always gave you such puppy eyes when you said goodbye. She was so attached to you and you were to her, so much so that on more than one occasion a stranger in public would call her your daughter or vice versa.

Never once did Missy correct them, and it made you reluctant to correct the assertion either. If your phone wasn’t still tucked away in your coat pocket, you may have considered slipping the shoe off just long enough to take a picture.

The girl was still a toddler, she still believed in fairytales and neither you or Marcus felt the need to break her of that illusion.

As you wandered into the office floor, there was a beautiful blue light streaming in from the windows. The snow on the ground let the night sky reflect colour into it’s glow, and it lit up the office you once worked in.

Tucked away in the corner by the far wall, as a tint of orange that took over the blue reflection. Not a vain man, Marcus’s office was small and cozy. Away from the larger, more lavish offices that the corporate heads preferred.

The floor was silent as the carpet silenced the echo your shoes would otherwise have made. If you stretched your hearing, you could hear the faint scribbling of a pen, and coming up closer you had just enough of an angle to see his phone haphazardly tossed onto the small couch pushed up against the wall. Sitting on it’s side as it lay on the inside arm, it clearly landed there in carelessness rather then placed neatly.

Marcus didn’t immediately notice your presence as you peeked inside. His well manicured curls were now tossed around, ruffled and more of a mess like his hands had been run through it. One extra button was undone on the shirt that now seemed to be more wrinkled and wrung around then in front of company.

His glasses were also tossed upside aside on his desk, he didn’t arrive with them. He must have put them on to work, only to toss then off in another act of unknown frustration. The black rimmed frames always made him look handsome, but there was something about looking at him, bent over his desk, an elbow braced on the wood that held his head up in it’s hand.

Without the glasses you could see his nose, the length of it sliding down his face and making you wonder why he ever could make negatively tinged jokes about it.

As your feet patted into the room quietly, Marcus snapped his head up. Your name falling quietly from his lips. “You know people are going to notice their guest of honour slipped away.”

You bowed your head bashfully, a not so sincere smile falling over your face. “Guest of honour’s a bit of a stretch.” You walked more inside properly but chose to lean against the bookshelf between the door and couch. “I’m more like the entertainment.”

Your fingers tapped anxiously against the shelf. Muted thuds rhythmically filling the gaps of nothing.

Marcus dropped his pen, running a hand through his hair confirming it was a mess of his own doing. He pushed back in his seat, but didn’t stand up. His arms crossed over his chest as he huffed out. “I’ll talk to them. They should know better.”

Smiling you looked away, biting your lip sharply and letting it go as you turned back to him. “It’s not a big deal, they just wanted to have fun.”

You watched his jaw clench again, paired with his brows furrowing and a distant look in his eyes as if looking through not at you. “No it is a big deal.”

Pushing up you stood straighter ready to fight him on it, temper his nerves. “Sir-”

The forming of a shiver in your spine crept to the surface when he stood up, body posturing like he was containing an anger inside. He coped your own position, both of you leaning back once more against the desk and shelf, respectively. “You don’t think I see what’s going on?”

You hoped he didn’t see the gulp that tried to swallow your anxiety. He continued though. “They keep your nickname that those scumbags called you, Granada kicks you off my team,” His knuckles tightening their grip on his desk with the word ‘my’. “Then you leave, and the first time everyone sees you again they treat your abilities like you’re a main attraction at a carnival.”

Your nails tried digging into the wood with no avail, “It’s fine Marcus. We tried and it didn’t work out, I may as well use it for fun at least.”

The darkness in his eyes felt like anger, Marcus though wouldn’t ever direct it towards you. A brewing fire was sparking inside but you were given no reason to take shelter. “Do you?” Your eyebrows raised in question. “Use it for fun? Because I’m willing to gamble that you’ve never once used it for anything that would benefit you for the sake of it.”

Marcus noticed his mistake as soon as you did. His face falling, he fought back a playful eyeroll as you pulled your own expression into an exaggerated mocking look. “Brave choice, gambling with the only person nicknamed for the god of it himself.”

His jaw twitched as he discreetly licked his lower lip, head turned away from you. Shaking it incredulously, Marcus walked over to a cupboard, bending down to reveal a tiny safe he typed something into. Amusingly though, a cold steam rushed out along with light from a bulb. Just two shelves were inside, one with what appeared to be beer and two different bottles of another kind of liquor, the top one divided between a small stack of juice boxes and cans of soda.

This time you grinned fully, watching him pull out a taller thin bottle along with two similarly stemmed glasses from the regular cupboard beside it. “Do all good dads keep their whiskey stored with their daughters juice?”

He plopped everything onto the table before gesturing to the bottle that was in fact much lighter in colour. “Champagne is very different then whiskey I’ll have you know.” Your condescending smirk lightened the mood enough so a matching smirk graced his lips as he nodded his head back to the cupboards. “The other one’s scotch so that doesn’t count.”

You laughed looking down to your feet before taking a few casual steps towards him, Marcus not moving to poor anything. Just watching you with a patient smile. You felt a little silly in your sparkling dress again. The rich blue the only thing about Marcus’s shirt that made it stand out from every other range of colour he wore of button up. The jeans were dark and blended in well, but as you stood there in something you spent way too much money for?

Well that uncomfortable itch once again rubbed against your skin in annoyance. You felt far too casual for how good he looked in any normal clothes he wore. Even his tactical wear wasn’t flashy or fancy, just dark and normal only attached with gear and not nearly enough armour.

It wasn’t often you were compelled to fill the lull with words, but his eyes had softened too much towards you to handle. “I uh- just came to check on you. You’ve been gone a while, thought maybe you were trying to get out of the countdown.”

Marcus shook his head casually, “Not really, I’ve just had my fill of big parties for a while. Our Christmas one wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.”

Eyes squinting with a head tilt, you found yourself close enough to perch on the back of the chair facing his desk. Still more then arms reach away from him for safe keeping. “I thought..well because you hosted it you would enjoy it?”

You had seen some of the preparations, but anything you were there to see him work on it he was usually also on the phone arguing with another vendor. “Usually the heads host it, but Granada’s having renovations so it got dumped onto me. Not exactly how I planned on spending the night.”

Was that guilt you felt once again for not showing up? “Yeah um, Missy showed me the schedule she drew out, told me all about what the movie was supposed to be that day.” You smiled to yourself thinking about it. “I put it on during the morning so she could still have it with someone.”

That deep intensity in his eyes returned, so you backtracked. Worried you just did exactly what you were trying to avoid. “I didn’t mean, I wasn’t trying to take over your night. I just, she was upset the adults wouldn’t want to watch it during the party and asked if I’d watch it..I wasn’t trying to step on your toes, I know it’s your thing.”

Marcus pushed up from where he leaned on the desk, his arms out slightly to try and coerce you to calm down without coming into your personal space. “Take a breathe, cariño. There we go, you’re alright.”

You weren’t sure when the room started to spin or when your heart betrayed it’s pattern, but Marcus’s voice was so soothing it pulled it right back down. You nodded as he spoke and took a few deep breaths, his shoulders relaxing as your body did.

“You’re good with her.” This time you didn’t even nod along to his words to appear polite and civil. There was something about invading in his private life that just kept setting you off. Kept you on a leash and yanked you back every time you started to forget you were here for a job given to you out of convenience.

“I don’t think there’s been one day after you leave that Missy doesn’t ask why can’t you stay.” He laughs as his hands finds a home on the belt loops at his hips. “And every time shes grumpy when I remind her that you have your own life away from us.” The quiet void in the air was think and suffocating, and Marcus was about to deal the killing blow.

He moved to pull the stem glasses closer, reaching for something to carefully pull the cork out. You teased him before you could stop yourself. “Isn’t that supposed to be a midnight countdown thing?”

Marcus smirked, not bothering for any fancy gestures only a simple corkscrew to pull it out. Just like every thing else about Marcus; genuine, refusing to be flashy or show off. “I’ve spilt enough on this carpet. I don’t need to add alcohol to that mix.”

Tossing the crew out of sight behind his desk, it didn’t occur to you right away the pull and push of a drawer that he didn’t touch. Not flashy. His powers just existed as a part of him.

Pouring one glass until it was full, you jutted forward starting to protest. Marcus though only poured half. He put the bottle to the side, and gently picked the smaller amount to hand to you. You didn’t like to drink a lot. Not just on an occasion basis, but in amount too. You never told Marcus that, but he knew it all the same.

Instead of waiting for you, Marcus came to you. His broad body felt like it towered over you with how all encompassing he was. No glasses to obstruct your view of those brown eyes you adored and his mouth just close enough to you that you felt the tail end of his words on you.

“There’s plenty of ways to celebrate anyways.”

Your heart constricted, trying not to let the buzzing in your body come from anything deeper. “Judging by the sounds of it, downstairs is about to choose the screaming and yelling option.”

Sound was more muffled, but in the emptiness of the office floor there was a growing rowdiness in the air. Neither of you were sure what time it was, but honestly it didn’t matter. There was enough alcohol in that party it would say it for you.

Your eyes narrowed playfully as he brought the glass up to his mouth, “Isn’t the polite thing to make a formal toast, sir?” The sir may have been far more mocking then you’d ever say back when you worked in this very building.

Marcus just chuckled though. Leaning his lower back against the desk, you didn’t really notice it. But his hand twitched. One part of him wanted to reach out to grab your hand, and pull you close, the other wanted to just pull the metal on your bracelet over so he had an excuse to hold you in his arms to catch you. For now though he chose neither.

“I’d rather just have your company if that’s alright.”

Your heart pounded, your nails tapping against the glass as you stood awkwardly. Not knowing where to go or how to sit in case it breaks his air between you. So you nodded, and brought your glasses up together to take a drink.

Well, Marcus did. You on the other hand bent your head back to swallow the whole thing. Once again, your nails tapped against the glass only now it was empty. Marcus tilted his head before reaching blindly to sit his glass down.

Pushing up you assumed the hand he reached out was to grab the glass, instead he grabbed the glass with it and turned to put it down as well. While his back was turned though, you felt something non existent tugging at your wrist, tripping you in place only to be grabbed by Marcus smoothly steadying you with one hand on your upper arm and the other on your hip.

“Do you normally skip giving a girl a little warning?” The play died on your tongue as his fingers slid up to brush your jaw and just under your chin. Tilting it up to look at him better.

The playfulness was gone from him as well. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“I was kidding,” That was true, but your limbs buzzed too much to pretend like there wasn’t a trembling shiver in your body.

Marcus’s hand tightened on your hip, not painfully but pulling it closer to him so as he stood he was closer to being flush with you. His thumb reached to rub against your cheek. “You’re nervous.” Too close to hide the anxious biting down on your lip, his thumb hopped across your skin to tug your bottom lip free, never moving it away. Just keeping his thumb pressed against the plushness.

“I want to show you something.” He rubbed his arms over where they were pressed against your body before circling around his desk to pull out a folded sheet of paper.

Jutting his head to the side, you followed suit. Marcus spoke without prompt. “Missy asked me if we could see Santa this year. She was so excited, had her in a dress with reindeer all over it, I had to settle her down when she was jumping to stand in line all by herself.”

Your throat choked up at the pure love he felt for his daughter, how even just a cute memory of maybe a week ago had him emotional. You breathed out a light laugh. “She asked me if I wanted her to tell Santa something for me.”

Marcus twiddled with the edges of the paper, flicking a corner up and down as tore his eyes away from it to look at you, that expression of adoration never changing. “Told her to draw what she wanted for Santa, in case she forgot anything. Refused to show me until after she already saw him.” Slowly he started to unfold it, sure to keep what was on it out of your vision. “She let me keep it though, just in case Santa forgets too.”

The joking tone made you both laugh.

Gently he reached the mere foot gap out to hand it to you, the image on the other side still not visible. You didn’t turn it over right away, just held it in your hands. “I’m not sure I should be privy to such confidential information.”

Marcus didn’t laugh. Choosing to close the gap by a few inches, his hand nudging the paper up. Indicating he wanted you to turn it over. Speaking low and deep as you did so. “You are for this one.”

It was in crayon. One image dominated the entire paper, two taller figures stood next to each other with the vaguest resemblance to Marcus, and a woman. A mostly stick hand from Marcus reaching out to a smaller figure that was clearly her. Amusingly noted that she gave herself impossibly long luscious locks.

The female though, the first thing your brain tried to do was place her mothers image onto it. But it just didn’t fit no matter how you shaped it. Her hair a different colour then her mothers up in what Missy tried to draw as a bun at the top of their head. Which you were pretty sure that woman never put her hair up the entire time you knew her.

The shape didn’t match either. Thin and skinny like a stick drawing suited her mother, but this was drawn to be a child’s interpretation of curvy. Though it looked more like the wave of a waterbed then a human body the intent was clear.

Under each person was overlapping scribbles of her and Marcus’s name, and yours at the end. The thing that made this a hint of what she wanted though, was what she drew above you. An arrow with a heart mushed into the middle of the arrowhead, and on the other end was “Mama”.

This time the shaking was obvious to both of you. Your eyes stung as tears were being refused permission to fall and your next breathe was raspy and almost felt like a subdued sob.

Marcus wasn’t mad, or offended, or upset. He had looked at that drawing with a yearning that you had seen time and time again when Missy wanted you to stay before her dad even came home. You wouldn’t replace her mom, you couldn’t. It wasn’t right.

So why did Marcus not protest, why did he look so fondly at it, why were his hands cupping your cheeks. “Look at me, cariño.” Your heart was erratic, but you stood calmly. His eyes all too easy to drown in. “No one is pressuring you. I won’t force you to do or say anything,”

One hand of his left your cheek to grasp one of yours holding the paper. “Missy cares about you, and I care about you.” Gently he guided your hand to place the paper on his desk and then stayed on your waist as your hands nervously hovered between you both. Not knowing what to do. “You can’t imagine how much I care about you, how often I think about you.”

His grip on your waist tightening, bunching the material up slightly in his hand. His face leaned into you, shocking your system with how soft and warm his face was compared to how gruff and held back his tone came out. “How little I want you to leave every single time I come home and see you with my daughter.”

The grip on you tightened, and relaxed completely in seconds. Marcus was still holding something back, but those brown eyes begged you of something. “But it has to be your choice. You’ll mean the world to me no matter what but you have to make this decision.”

The muscles in his chest and stomach tensed as your fingers found the courage to rest there. Not quite yet ready to hold him as he did you, but the racing of Marcus’s own heart spoke to you when your fingers traced around the chest he teased you with.

There was a terror that rung through you that you were imagining this, that you’d close your eyes and wind up right back where you started. Or worse, that he’d pull away and be kicked to the curb from another part of his life.

But he was so close. Marcus teasingly nudged his nose against yours and brushing it softly across it, but never moved his lips to you. He wouldn’t do it himself, he wanted you to chose it of your own volition and it didn’t miss you that despite you being the most anxious and worried about these feelings being reciprocated, Marcus was the one who wanted to be sure.

Timing had a funny relationship with life. Movies and books loved to play the ‘first kiss at the stroke of midnight’ trope, yet there was nothing but the hesitant stuttered breathe in the air as you leaned up.

Your fingers grasped the edges of his shirt just a tad bit needier, eyes shut as you closed the distance between your lips with the gentlest of brushes. Marcus barley even got a chance to kiss you back, lips brushing together light as a feather. You pulling away just as he was ready to pull you into him properly.

But you gave him the smallest of touch, still worried even now that you would be reading it wrong. Marcus didn’t feel the same way. His fingers once again found the bottom of your chin as he now much more playfully brushed his nose against yours.

His arm slid around your waist to pull you closer into him, chuckling at the light grin you gave him. You more confidently pressed your palms onto his chest just as a rowdy noise made itself known from below.

The distinct sound of counting made you laugh and Marcus to whisper into your cheek, “What?”

Fingers sliding to his neck to rake themselves into his curls caused Marcus’s eyes to flutter. “Bad timing. We’re supposed to kiss at the end of the countdown.”

Dark eyes seeked something in your gaze, and he found it. Almost as if each movement was tied to the beat of a number, Marcus pushed your hips back into the wall pressing his hips into yours. Hands squeezing the plush skin of your hips that hid from him, your arms filled with lead. A weight tore them from Marcus’s neck and forced them up above your head and the force pressed them there without mercy.

Metal bracelets, you didn’t even intend anything like it when you put them on.

Marcus pushed your hips more into the wall, his breathing heavy in your face as he revealed in the shifting your hips wanting, needing more of the growing bulge that pressed into them.

Your eyes looked into each other, the distinct final seconds muffled but understood below. Marcus raised his eyebrows, and you nodded exactly one.

If he had planned this part out, he was a genius. Just as the yelling of ‘one’ rang out, so did the click of the rooms lock echo in the air. Before the party below could even yell out their celebration, Marcus took charge.

Pressing his entire body against yours, leaving no room for even a sliver as he pressed his lips roughly to yours. He moved your mouth the way he wanted, the way he could feel you craved. He held nothing back, the sudden roughness came through by the sound of moans, he slightly wet smack as your mouth moulded against his drowned out whatever was happening in the party below.

Marcus consumed the kiss, pulling your hips into his strained cock behind his jeans as one hand slid behind to grasp at your ass to keep them there. His fingers digging into the cheek so much that he’d have time later to admire such distinct bruises on you.

Your hands were once again pulled in whatever manner Marcus desired. Forcing them up back to his neck, one of them holding you upright as you felt the scratch of his facial hair if you touched high enough. The other raking into his hair, finally allowing you the freedom to touch him as you pleased. And your touch wanted to scratch your nails into his curls.

Marcus broke away from the kiss as he moaned louder then even he expected, a harsh “fuck,” following suit. He chuckled, moving to hold your chin more firmly. Tilting you up to look at his him.

His chest was heaving but the much more swollen plush of his lips called to you like a siren. Your attention tried to slide down to trace your fingers down his chest but he kept your eyes on him. Leaving you only able to try and release each button as you found it until his torso was bare.

Marcus guided your hands in his, helping you gently push the rest of his shirt down his arms until you had to let go. He was so incredibly broad. It felt as if he was taking up your entire field of view leaving you with the only choice of raking your eyes down it. Broad shoulders and back with such strong arms.

Arms that made your mouth water, those arms and his abilities could render you immobile, it could leave you at his complete control. But what had your lungs hitching was the softer stomach, a realness without any ego or desire to have that strength just to show off in abs.

No he was soft, and real, and you wanted to reach out to run your hands over his stomach, but he didn’t let you. Stepping back into your personal space he bunched up the sides of your dress, “Gonna let me see what’s under here, cariño?”

Biting your lip as you nodded, Marcus knelt down in front of you. His hands smoothing over your calves as he pressed his forehead into your hips. He inhaled trying to find any scent of you, agitating him that there were too many layers.

He was careful though, starting slow. Lifting your foot up comfortably and slid each shoe off of you one by one, then back to running his hands over your legs and up your thighs. He didn’t let the dress obstruct his goal though. You could see the bumps under the material where his hands explored as the callousness of his fingertips tickled the sensitive skin.

His large, warm hands suddenly grasped the waistband of your leggings and looked up at you with a murmur of your name. The question was not asked but your, “please” was still the answer.

Marcus slid his fingers inside a tinge more and snagged the ends of your underwear in his grasp as well, still seeking that yes. Your nails ran over his scalp again, and a full body shiver left him this time. A shiver that had him once again pressing his forehead into your hips, and then yanking your bottoms down in one go.

The abrupt pull had you jump, but Marcus pressed the bottom of your thigh up so he could lift each remaining pant leg off. Your eyes fluttered closed in a held back whine, missing him tossing your leggings out of sight, and standing up as he clenched your underwear in his fist. Your head was thrown back, and he took the chance to shove what was yours into his back pocket.

“Marcus, I-” You reached out for him to come back into you. Fingers binding together as he leaned in, pushing your body back into the wall with much less force this time. His fingers traced and brushed your bottom lip, “please kiss me.” Your voice much smaller and meeker then you had meant to say it like.

A smile formed on his lips, both hands cupping your face tenderly as he went in to kiss you. You gripped his sides, thick and strong under your palms.

He kissed you with less force, but no less demanding. You let him do with you as he pleased, and gave no trouble when he bit your bottom lip. A gasp of pleasure, and he slid his tongue inside your mouth. Tracing along yours and taking each moan that came up your throat.

One of your arms reached around his neck again and to press his kiss and tongue deeper into your mouth while the other wrapped now around his waist and pulled his hips into you. The bulge rubbing into you, pressure on your clit frustratingly interrupted by both your layers. “Oh god,”

Marcus bunched the sides of your dress up, only this time more and more of your bare skin reached his touch. His mouth teased you by pulling away, softening his kiss almost too much and pulling away from your lips. His thumb shifted to rub over the skin of your hips without letting your dress fall back down.

His touch burning in it’s path you let out a whimper, and once again Marcus consumed your mouth, wasting no time in coaxing your tongue to explore. You could feel his breathing grow ragged, and his hips pushing into you aggressively, making you cry out in need.

In an instance, Marcus’s patience snapped just a little too much, pulling away from your mouth so a trail of saliva followed his pull back. He gave you no time to think as Marcus yanked up your dress and tossed it out of his life.

You felt so cold and exposed as he shamelessly looked you up and down, “Fuck.” Ambushing you again he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you again.

His mouth not lasting long, as he kissed and bit down your neck. The burn from his facial hair leaving your already ravaged neck scratched red. Both large hands reached around, squeezing and pulling with a cheek in each hand. His grip on your ass made him push you into his hips as he pressed into yours.

Gasping out, “Please, I want to feel you.” You reached to his belt and he paused. His adams apple bobbed and your ass slid from his grasp. Kneeling down you cupped the massive bulge in his jeans, kissing and sucking teases to his cock hiding underneath. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight of you undoing his belt, pulling down the zipper.

Not quite all the way, you pulled his jeans down enough that his cock was released. Right in your face, his tip was red and leaking already, and down from there your eyes widened at the thickness of his cock. Length alone would intimidate you, but his cock was big, so big he’d stuff you full.

You ran your thumb over his tip, revealing in his moaning and shaking. There was so much precum that you slicked it all over his cock as you stroke him. Slow soft jerks, lubing him up only increasing in speed a fraction each stroke.

You could tell he wanted you to speed up so badly, you could feel yourself getting wet as you watched your hand try to encompass his cock. Thighs pressing together wasn’t cutting it but you couldn’t stop looking at his cock, your hand refusing to leave either.

Marcus’s breathing sped up, thighs trembling as you had only just started to stroke his cock anything above slow and teasingly paced. A large hand started to smooth over your hair, his voice coming out in a husk. “Come up here, baby.”

Gracefully he grasped your hand and helped you stand up, almost like a gentleman would a lady. Just as gentle, Marcus pulled your face in to press his lips against yours. His kiss still full of greed and teeth and tongue, but without the roughness this time.

Before you realized, his hands grasped your waist and turned your back against the desk. “Hop up.” Just as you tried to hop behind you without looking embarrassing Marcus just grabbed at you, moving you up onto the desk. His eyes memorized by the jostle the quick move bounced in your skin.

You wanted to trace his own skin but Marcus pulled back to take the rest of his own clothes off. Unsure where to even look, his still slick cock, his soft stomach leading up to his broad large chest, or the bright shine in his eyes, accentuating his face. Your hands grabbed at his waist pulling him to stand between your legs as you slid your palm and nails over his stomach, one of them abandoning the soft issue to slide up the length of his body and cupping the rough brush of facial hair on his cheek.

“Tell me Moreno, how long has it been since anyone told you how beautiful you were?” Oh that turned him red real fast, the burn in his cheeks a bit of a hint but the blushing design down his chest told an even better story. You smoothed your thumb over the bald patch on his jaw and decided it was exactly where you wanted to kiss him.

So that’s what you did, leaving your lips to brush against his skin you melt Marcus turn his own head into your neck, leaving a gentle lick and kiss against the bites he just devoured you with. “I’m supposed to be seducing you, cariño. Not the other way around.”

Thick fingers slid up and down your wet entrance before rubbing at your clit. His hand held you at the back of your neck, keeping you from escaping his mouth as he rubbed circles into you, only leaving just to gather more to keep you nice and wet for him everywhere.

“You- fuck, you do enough, Marcus. I want to, let me take care of you.” That was the wrong thing to say apparently. His fingers paused, not leaving you clit but ceasing all movement. Instead keeping a steady pressure that had your insides heating up.

Leaving the back of your neck, he grabbed your chin to force you to look at him. Brows narrowed and a rush fell over you at the serious way he looked at you. “No. You do too much for everyone.”

Face twisting in confusion, two fingers started to circle your clit again now rough but slow. “I don’t understand.”

Marcus groaned almost closer to a growl, reaching down to caress your breast, fingers tweaking over your nipple, giving a tug that had you whine. His lips pressed into your jaw and up to you ear as he massaged the sensitive bud.

“Of course you don’t. You always try to make everyone happy, do everything you think they want. Let me change that, cariño. Please.” Your hand suddenly moved on it’s own from digging your nails into his shoulder blade to the other neglected breast.

You nuzzled your head closer to his, getting the message you gave a similar treatment to your other nipple, just more apprehensive and gentle then Marcus treated you. He needed you to say it though, he needed to hear you tell it to him.

You shuddered as he whispered your name into you ear, “Tell me. Tell me you’ll stop. I need you to tell me that you’re going to let me finally take care of you for once. Please?”

There was a beg in his voice that had you choked up, a desperation to care for you that threatened tears if you said anything more then yes. So that's all you did. “Yes, please.”

You didn’t even protest that his fingers left your nipple and your clit, instead you sighed out as your foreheads rested against each other, your hands both holding the other at the waist. Marcus lifted his head enough to press a kiss to your forehead and rubbed his nose against yours. “That’s all I’ll ask for okay? That’s all I want, you just like this.”

Your heart raced as he pulled away, his large hands shoving your legs to the sides even more. His cock bounced in his step as he closed the gap to run the tip over your sensitive clit, and down to smear his precum into your own soaked entrance.

Marcus gripped the base of his cock and pulled you a tad more to the edge with a hand guiding you on your ass. His cock rubbing up and down, your head thrown back biting your lip to contain a whine and Marcus’s jaw clenched and eyes dark as he watched you both.

“Look at me.” Commanding, an order, your head flew up to look at him properly like a subject compelled to always follow it’s leader. Brown eyes narrowed as he pushed his cock into your pussy. His gaze watching your gasp, how your mouth fell open from how full he stretched you. It soaked you all that much more how badly he wanted to see you not just feel you.

You held onto his shoulders tightly as he just pushed inside. Sliding against your warm walls until he was as deep as you could let him be. Your nerves were on overdrive, you could feel so much of him it drove you crazy. “Marcus,” you managed to whimper out, but that sweet simmer flared back up into an inferno.

Marcus pulled back before slamming harshly back inside of you, his lips shoving against yours in tandem. Your lips let his tongue explore you however he wanted, all you could focus on was trying desperately to keep up with the pounding of his cock.

Each slap of his skin against yours may was well been a scream in an echo chamber. It bounced off the walls and back into your ears. You felt that burning need inside you as he slid inside you. Both of his arms wrapped around you as he kissed you

Surprisingly, he used his position to pull you up with him as he sat back in his chair. His cock still deep inside your cunt, slid even further as he bounced you down onto him completely. You cried out and Marcus instantly raked through your hair with gentle shushes.

Rising up just enough to feel his cock stroke your inner walls so sharply you moaned out his name. Your hips were commandeered as he started to bounce you up and down his cock. The coarse hair around his cock glistened with how much you were soaking his lap.

Marcus thrusted up against such a sensitive spot inside of you that you clenched hard around his cock. Hard enough that he had to push roughly to let him fuck you deep enough. You pressed a kiss to him, but the bounce of you on his cock made it hard.

Your breasts bounced just as hard and you felt a deer coiling as his cock pulled intense pleasure from you every slide of his cock. His arms pulled you close to his body, your head resting down on his shoulder as he sped up his pace. Fucking his cock up into you faster as he spat out through gritted teeth.

“Do you know how many times much I jerked off thinking about you?” Another fiery rush blew through you as you were at the mercy of his cock and his words. Both pounding into you leaving you breathless. “Every night stroking my cock desperately wishing it was you. Angry that I never brought you up to my bed and fucked you so much sooner.”

“Fuck, I did too, Marcus I did to- oh my god,” Your voice strained into a moan as his hands pulled at your ass cheeks as he fucked into you, the wet squelch of his cock drowning inside of you just had you soaking around his cock even more. And his hard Marcus squeeze his eyes shut trying to force words out through every fibre in his body tensing up in pleasure.

“Take such good care of my daughter, such good care of me,” The wet slap echoed with the pounding of your skin together as he pulled you towards the edge. “It’s my turn, sweet girl. Cum for me now, and I’ll give you it every single day.”

His shallow thrusts pushed you over the edge, cumming around his cock and crying his name into his neck. Your back arching as white hot pleasure had you holding onto him for dear life. Unruly sounds clawed their way out of your throat and still his cock fucked your soaked pussy without slowing.

Marcus didn’t let up, fucked you with his cock fast, your ass jiggling from the force. His voice finally pitched, stuttering moans as he grasped your hair. Pulling you up to rub his nose against your cheek, no demanding or teasing.

Just a wrecked moan as you held each other, your ears still ringing as you whined. His voice just as desperate as your pussy felt. Muttering Spanish into your skin, only switching back as he gave final pounding thrusts. His cock throbbing inside of you as his thighs below tensed. “Please, hermosa please.”

The plea was useless, Marcus hadn’t even finished speaking before he gripped your body so tight his knuckles turned white. His cum spilling inside of you, warm and thick and it seemed to just keep spurting as he slowed his thrusts gradually.

The dark hair rubbing into your clit and how his cock through everything never let up from the sensitive needy part inside of you had you weightless. Floating in his arms as his own muttering praises sounded underwater.

Gradually though, you felt him again. Hands through your hair and lips pressing against your head as the water drained. His deep voice relaxed, and his cock keeping his thick cum deep in you. Not yet willing to leave the warmth of your pussy.

You chuckled a bit, pushing past the lead in your brain holding it down to cup his cheeks. This kiss was the most innocent by far. The one you gave him before was nervous, unsure before he ravaged your lips and your body.

Now though? You enjoyed a tender press against the other, your body relaxing into his, Marcus content with leaving back in the chair with you on top of his cock like a blanket.

For a while you stayed that way, neither of you feeling any rush to move. No one was going to walk in, and for once, neither of you needed to sacrifice time together for anything else. You kept his cock inside of you, his thickness pushed so deep inside of you kept your nerves alight, and your own walls surrounding him kept Marcus unwilling to let you go.

“Come home with me.” Your head rushed up to look at him with questioning eyes. “At least for tonight? Missy’s with my mom until tomorrow afternoon.”

His cheeks were wide as he smiled at you. “I’m selfish, I want to keep you with me for a while.” His hips shifted to tease you, knowing even his cock when soft was still large and thick. “Even if it’s mostly in my bed.”

You grinned at him, “Now sir, isn’t it a bit cliche to start sleeping with the nann-” You yelped in a laugh as Marcus tickled your sides.

He held his own smile, unobstructed by anything weight either of you down from days precious. “Don’t start that. You keep calling me sir, and I’m going to start treating the way a sir would.” His eyes were lustful but he jumped to tickle one last spot. Both of you laughing as you ended up collapsing into his chest rather then pulling away from him.

“Is it okay though?”

Marcus looked up to you, his thumb over your bottom lip again as you clarified. “Is it okay to come over- stay over I mean. I just don’t want Missy thinking...”

Marcus captured your lips in another chaste kiss. “Missy asked Santa if he could make you her mom for Christmas. I think we’re well past you needing to worry about your place in our lives.”

You knew he meant it this time. There was an affection in his eyes for those he loved, a soft kindness that shined through every aspect about him. But there also was a tiny possessive voice in the back of his head you were starting to understand.

One that he let out as he fucked you, but also maybe a quieter one that associated possessiveness over you to wanting to ensure you knew you belong. Neither of you were people who felt things lightly, and the time it took to tear your lips apart long enough to even pull his cock from your pussy spoke miles about how little either of you wanted to pretend otherwise anymore.

To the parties credit, no one really noticed in the end that you left. They also didn’t notice that Marcus had an arm around you the entire time, holding your coat out to put over you. Nothing but an empty parking lot also got to witness Marcus’s rare moment of embarrassment.

Both of you had debated where to stop and grab something to eat. Stuck between two options, Marcus did what Missy always tried with him. Rock, paper scissors. It took 5 whole tries for him to remember how stupid he was. You didn’t even glance at your hands whatsoever the entire time. Just watching him with a fond but amused expression as he looked up from your constant wins to your smug smile.

Lucky indeed that no one was around to notice him growling out what a brat you were as he gave you a greedy kiss, pushing you up against his car in another lack of self control.

They didn’t need to know right now. You cared about them, but it was also a memory of a life you never got to live up to.

The rest of the night truth be told was uneventful. You ate some late night garbage, and didn’t make it much further then Marcus helping you both get ready for bed. Only stopping briefly to pull you back into his chest, watching you brush your teeth in the mirror draped in one of his tee shirts. Your head nuzzled back into him as he leaned and pressed greedy kisses into your neck.

You passed out in his arms rather quickly. Marcus though, watched your peaceful face for a while. Stroking your hair as he did so.

He wondered if he should feel guilty for how perfect this felt, how perfect it worked out. He found you hoping to guide you into a companionship in the very team he leaded, only to watch your dreams crumble while the facade of his happy marriage finally exposed itself.

He laughed to himself, your smug little smirk as he realized how much you just played him for laughs. A way you hadn’t used your ability in longer then he could think of. Maybe it was a start.

Marcus didn’t work in the field for the Heroics anymore, and you were finding a life outside of that at the same time. If he weren’t needy or selfish, Marcus would feel guilty for how his love only found yours through your dreams dashed.

But, you used your ability in the parking lot with him, not to play entertainment, not to be a useful spectacle. No you did it just for fun, to make you giggle and you laughed even harder seeing that he was just as cutely amused as you were.

It was a step in the right direction, and now you both had each other to support that from now on. Missy as well. God knows the second she found out about you both, Marcus knew she was going to try and throw a parade about it.

She didn’t see you as trying to replace her mother, neither did Marcus and neither did his own mother. Missy started to call you mom nervously when you weren’t around, and Marcus slipped up more then once about it as well.

So he pulled you close into his chest more. Kissing your sleeping forehead, before nuzzling into you back. Your arms wrapped around each other was the best take away from this night there could be.

You were part of their family now, part of their love. That’s all that mattered.

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Pedro Pascal Characters Seeing Their New-born for the First Time – Preferences

Din Djarin

Din was thrilled from the moment you announced your pregnancy, he would sit down with Grogu explaining the responsibilities of a big brother.

When you give birth, he helps you. It was his fault that you were on a deserted planet after all. He feared the worst, but you were strong and so was your child.

When he first held his daughter, she was still covered in blood, but in his eyes, she was the definition of perfection.

Jack Daniels

This wasn’t the first time he was about to become a father, but this was the time he was super cautious. Making sure you were safe at every second, he doesn’t want to go through the same pain as before.

When you gave birth, he was on a mission. He was called by Ginger and he immediately dropped everything. But he was late.

By the time he arrived to the hospital, you were sleeping and so, he let you sleep while he walked over to the glass so he could see his child. And surely enough Jack found him. The only baby with just a last name, meaning you wanted to wait until he was there to name him.

He felt a tear fall from his eyes as he looked at him, he knew he would do anything to keep his family safe.

Marcus Moreno

It was a quiet night, everyone was sleeping when you woke up. Marcus didn’t even move an inch when you got out of bed. You were in desperate need to pee.

But on your way back to the bed, you felt a terrible pain.

Of course, when you woke Marcus up, he was running around like a chicken without a head, thank God for Missy who was able to help you out.

This wasn’t the first time Marcus her his own baby and standing there he wouldn’t want this to be the last either. He cried. Tears rolling down his face while he held his youngest daughter.

Of course, Missy took multiple pictures of him which she planned on blackmailing her father later on in his life.

Oberyn Martell

Childbirth was something he was used to. He had many daughters before you even came into the picture.

But this was the very first time he held a son and not a daughter. It felt special, and as much as he loved his daughters, his heart still felt a different way to see the youngest addition to his ever-growing family.

He swore his entire life to protect him as he would be his rightful heir. You even caught a glimpse of a tear running down his cheek before he whiped it.

Javier Pena

Panic wouldn’t even begin to describe what he went through that day. He thought he would rather go after another Escobar guy instead of going through this hell, and he didn’t even had to do anything. He held your hand and that’s all. You did all the work.

His mind often went to that dark place, that dark place which told him to just run, leave and never come back, but he stayed.

And that dark voice in the back of his head disappeared when he held his daughter for the first time. And how glad he was that he didn’t leave.

Tiny little girl with his eyes. Perfection. He just stood there, frozen as he looked at her. Not even giving her to the nurses when they asked.

Pero Tovar

After your third child you thought Pero would have enough. You thought he would have enough and not want more children. But you were wrong. Two girls and a boy weren’t enough. He wanted more. And you were happy to give him more.

Each birth was more terrifying to him than the last. He loved his children all the same and he just loved you a little more as he held his second son. Each time he was reminded just how amazing you were and it made his heart explode.

Him, a rough swordsman, such a soft and kind father and husband. He never saw himself in that position. As you finally fell asleep, he watched the kids, showing them his youngest, like the proud father he was.

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See You Later

Marcus Moreno x Reader

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Word count: 5199

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Post Date: September 6th 2022

Post Time: 9:05 pm

Summary: Growing up very close, even dating in high school. When reader leaves for college both are absolutely heartbroken. Now ten years later after losing contact with one another they finally reunite. Do they still love one another or are they destined to only stay friends?

PSA: One this Fic jumps a lot and has a lot of flashbacks. Two I do not know Spanish or it’s dialects. I used google translate and some of what I did know and what Nat {Editor} knew or what I have read in other fics. I only know solo se un poco, so if I have anything wrong at all please please let me know and I will fix it. I am in no way trying to offend anyone by the Spanish that is in this Fic.

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♪ It's funny 'cause I've always dreamed of me and you

Now here we are

Staring at the stars

You just broke my heart even though you promised

You'd never do that from the start

But I guess we can only make it so far ♪

Marcus’s Pov: *Flashback 1998*

“Marc, baby… we need to talk…” y/n utters as she pulls away from me and sits up.

“Sure. What is it, sweetheart?” I ask her as I sit up too.

She takes a moment before looking away and biting her lip. She turns back to me and her eyes are red as tears start to cascade down her face. She shakes her head with a hiccup as she starts to sob.

I rub her back as soothingly as I can as she continues to cry. Soon I’m pulling her into me and I hold her for a few minutes. She grips onto my shirt tightly for a bit before pulling away.

“I got accepted into Harvard…” she whimpers out though her sobs and I smile.

“What? Why are you crying? Baby, that’s great!” I exclaim as I pull her into another hug.

“Marcus… I don’t know if I want to do long distance…” she mutters as she pulls away from me and I frown.

“What do you mean?” I ask her and she sniffles.

“I’m saying… maybe we should go back to just best friends until I graduate…” she quietly tells me as she plays with a string on her shorts, refusing to look at me.

I feel a lump in my throat as I force myself to hold back my tears and emotions. Of course I don’t want to let her go, but I want to do whatever she feels is best for us.

“I mean… if that’s what you want, angel,” I tell her and she finally looks back at me.

“You’ll keep in touch everyday, right?” she asks and I nod, even though my heart is breaking. I pull her into me again and kiss her forehead.

“I’ll always keep in touch with you. I love you to the moon and back. Let’s just enjoy the rest of tonight together, yeah?” I suggest and she nods against my neck. I can tell her eyes are still wet with tears, but she’s calmed down now.

We lay on the blanket, cuddled up for what feels like hours. The stars seem to shine brighter tonight as though they’re trying to give us a night to remember.

“You’ll come with me to the airport to say goodbye, right?” she mumbles out in a sleepy tone and I squeeze her closer to me.

“Of course, sweetheart,” I whisper out as I again pull her to me and leave a kiss on her forehead.

Her arm around my stomach squeezes me lightly as she gets as close as she can to me. Before I know it, she’s falling asleep and all I can do is hold onto her for the rest of the night.

♪ 'Cause time wasn't in our favour

This isn't goodbye, this is simply see you later ♪

“Flight 187 to Massachusetts will be boarding soon,” a voice calls out over the loudspeaker and y/n lets out a sigh.

“That’s my flight…” y/n sadly tells me as she reaches down for her bag.

“Don’t worry. We’ll call each other every day. You’ll do amazing over there,” I try to reassure her and she gives me a sad smile.

“And you’ll do great in the heroics. Anita will be proud. Keep me updated on all of it, ok? Maybe I’ll join you guys again when I make it back,” she says and I nod.

“I’ll be counting on it,” I tell her and she giggles.

“This isn’t goodbye, Marc, it’s simply a see you later, ok…?” she says nervously and I grin.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way, sweetheart. Come here,” I reply as I open my arms for her and she smiles as she drops her bag.

She comes over and hugs me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her as close as I can.

“Last call for flight 187 to Massachusetts,” the voice over the loudspeaker comes again.

“Well, I guess it’s time. I love you, Marc, I always will,” she tells me with a slight frown as tears fall down her cheek and I wipe one away.

“I love you, too. Always,” I parrot her and she gives me a small smile as she picks her bag back up.

I watch her walk away until she enters the terminal and I can’t see her anymore. Once she’s gone, I let out one last sigh as I shove my hands into my pockets before heading out to my car.

*End of Flashback*

♪ Let me know when it's time to come back

Maybe when your life is on track

And you don't have to hesitate

Hopefully it isn't too late

Luckily for you, I'm patient

I'm okay with your making me wait

And as long as you're near, I'll be here

Even if it takes ten years ♪

Marcus’ Pov: *2020*

That was almost twenty two years ago now… we kept in contact for almost ten years, then I met my late wife and we sorta just lost contact after Missy was born in 2008. To say seeing y/n ten years after the last time we talked is a shock is a big understatement. To see her walking into heroics as I walk out of my office brings everything back.

“Dad… you ok?” Missy asks effortlessly and breaks me out of my shock.

“Huh? Yeah. I’m fine… just uhh…” I trail off and Missy gives me a confused look.

“Ahhh! Missy! Come say hi!!!” My mother exclaims as she waves my daughter over.

“Umm, hi. Abuelita, what’s going on?” Missy asks as she looks between my smiling mother and y/n’s new face.

“This is Daybreak,” my mother introduces y/n as her old superheroine name.

“Oh, Anita. Just give her my real name,” y/n chimes in, waving her off with a giggle.

“Are you sure, chiquita?” My mother asks and again y/n giggles.

“Oh you and calling me little! I’m not very little anymore, Anita!” Y/n jokes and my mother smiles.

“Oh chiquita, you will always be a little one to me. I watched you grow up, niña,” my mother jokes back, making y/n smile before she turns to Missy.

“Hi, Missy. I’m y/n, also known as Daybreak as your Abuelita introduced me,” y/n introduces herself to my daughter, whose face is in shock.

“You're Daybreak?! You used to fight with my dad when he started out!" Missy excitedly tells her and y/n gives her an amused smile.

“Why, yes I did,” y/n agrees with a small nod.

“Why did you leave?! You were one of the best,” Missy asks and my mother gasps.

“That's not polite, Missy. It’s none of our business why she left,” my mother says and Missy frowns.

“No, it’s ok, Ani," y/n tells my mother, using her old nickname.

“You see, Missy, I left because I lost my brother. We were very close. In losing him, I promised him I’d go to college and become a medic. So now I’m back, and if anyone gets hurt out there and I’m with them, I can help them much faster than having to wait on the medic team,” y/n explains and Missy grins, making my mother look up.

“Ahhh! Marcus!! Come say hi. It’s been years since you’ve seen her,” my mother exclaims when she finally sees me.

♪ Can't fall in love, when I found the one

How am I supposed to move on

When you're never really too far gone

The memories won't go away

I feel pain every time I hear your name

But I always think of you the same ♪

Marcus’ Pov: * Flashback 1999*

“How’s your week been?” I ask y/n over the phone.

“It’s been…" she starts to say but pauses. "Yours?” she asks me and I sigh.

“Stressing. Ma just won’t let up on the training. It’s tiresome,” I explain with a huff and she giggles.

My heart bursts at the sound of her laugh, but then I remember she’s not here with me. We talk for a few hours before she has to go to sleep. Once we hang up, I walk over to my fridge and pull out a beer. Soon I need to go to bed as well so I can be up for training.

When I wake up the next morning, I quickly get ready before heading to headquarters. I run into the training room to see my mother training with Miracle Guy and I roll my eyes.

“Morning, ma. Where are we starting today?” I ask as I set my bag down on the bench next to us.

“We'll be sparing. Did you talk with y/n again last night?” she asks and I hold back a sigh as I nod.

“Yeah. She says hi,” I tell my mother and she smiles, nodding.

“Tell her I said the same,” she tells me and I nod as I hold back my emotions at the mention of her name.

“Can you go get me another water from the vending machine down the hall?” she asks me and I give her a confused look.

“Why don’t you just take one from the staff fridge?” I ask her and she shakes her head at me.

“Mijo, if you get it from the vending machine, it gives the new program money,” she explains and I sigh.

“Ok. I’ll go get you a water,” I finally agree and she gives me a small smile.

“Gracias, mijo,” she thanks me as I pick up my wallet.

I walk back into the hall and down a few doors before coming up to the vending machine. I take a moment to look over all the options before looking at the water to see it’s $3.00. I quickly open my wallet and pull some money out.

Something falls to the ground as I pull out a few bills and I reach down to get it. I pick it up, only to find the old picture of me and y/n. I look at it for a moment as I try to keep the floodgate of emotions closed.

I swallow as I look over her in her beautiful prom dress from two years ago now. With a sigh, I pull the picture up to my lips and give it a light kiss. I then put the picture back in my wallet before putting the money into the vending machine.

The water bottle pops out at the bottom and I bend down to grab it. After getting the water, I stand back up before heading back to the training room.

*End of Flashback*

♪ 'Cause time wasn't in our favour

This isn't goodbye, this is simply see you later ♪

Marcus’ Pov *2020*

“Umm… h…h..hi…” I stutter out as I look over her again after almost ten years.

“Hi…” she responds and her voice is like music to my ears.

She tears up as do I before she’s running to close the small gap between us. I chuckle as she slams into me and I effortlessly catch her. She wraps herself around me and I wrap my arms around her.

“Abuelita, what’s going on?” I hear Missy ask from behind y/n.

“They haven’t seen each other in almost twenty two years, mi nieta,” my mother answers just as I let y/n go, but I keep a hand on her back as she turns to them.

“Actually, only ten years, Ani,” y/n corrects her and my mother rolls her eyes.

“Of course, chiquita,” my mother replies playfully and y/n giggles.

“Marc, it’s been so long…” y/n says as she turns to me with a sad smile.

“I know it has, sweetheart. I’m just glad you're back,” I state with a grin and she smiles too.

“I’m glad to be back. There’s so much to catch up on,” she notes and I nod.

“So, so much. Do you wanna come have dinner with me and Missy tonight?” I ask her and her smile grows even more so than before.

“Only if it’s ok with Missy,” she agrees with a smile as she turns to my daughter.

“Dinner with Daybreak? Am I dreaming? Dad, I’m not dreaming, right?” Missy asks as she pinched her arm and we all laugh at her expression.

“No, Missy, you’re not dreaming,” I tell her and she grins.

“Yes, I’d love to have dinner with you,” Missy exclaims excitedly as she hugs y/n.

“Well, I’m glad,” y/n replies with a smile as she hugs Missy back.

“Alright. Go get your stuff from your locker, then we’ll go,” I affirm and Missy smiles, nodding before she runs off.

“Well, I’ll see you later, mi chiquita. Marcus, cook her something nice,” my mother comments as she looks at y/n, then at me.

“Of course, ma,” I promise with a grin and a nod.

“I’m so happy to see you two together again,” she tells us. With one last satisfied nod, she smiles at both of us before walking away.

It’s quiet for a moment before y/n turns to me with another grin on her face.

“See, I told you it wasn’t a goodbye. It was simply a see you later…” she reiterates what she told me when we were saying our goodbyes and I smile sweetly at her.

“That it was, sweetheart. That it was…” I agree with a small nod and she smiles.

“Ready to go?” Missy asks as she comes around the corner.

“Yup, let's go,” I reply as I put a hand on y/n’s lower back before leading both her and Missy out.

♪ Let me know when it's time to come back

Maybe when your life is on track

And you don't have to hesitate

Hopefully it isn't too late

Luckily for you, I'm patient

I'm okay with your making me wait

And as long as you're near, I'll be here

Even if it takes ten years ♪

Marcus’ Pov: *2021*

“Dad?” Missy asks and I look up at her from the paperwork I’m working on.

“What, sweetie?” I ask her and she grins coyly at me.

“When are you going to start dating y/n again?” she blurts out and I almost choke on my coffee.

“Dad! Are you ok?!” Missy shouts as she rushes over to me and pats me on the back.

“Y…y..yeah I’m fine,” I choke out as I recover from coughing.

“Are you sure?” she asks as she continues to rub my back.

“Yeah. I’m sure, Miss,” I reassure her as I nod and she goes back over to her seat.

“So are you going to answer my question?” she asks as she looks over her homework.

“Why do you ask?” I ask her and she looks back up at me.

“Because me, Abuelita and anyone with two eyes can see it…” she sarcastically trails off as she picks up her pencil.

“Can see what, exactly? That I’m happy to have my best friend back?” I ask her and she groans, throwing her pencil back down.

“No, dad. You still love each other. It may have been twenty two years since you guys dated and you may have loved mom, but you do also love y/n. I see it, it’s the same way you looked at mom,” she explains as she sits up and puts her homework back on my desk.

“Missy. I have no clue what you're talking about. We’ve agreed that us dating was in the past,” I shake my head as I deny what Missy is telling me.

“Dad, you've been around each other almost every day for the past year now. The way you guys act is not how best friends act. Just please get together already. It’s annoying to watch. Me and Abuelita even bet on you guys,” she continues to explain and I look at her in shock.

“You and Abuelita bet on what exactly?” I ask in confusion as I pop an eyebrow at her and she giggles.

“I said you’d be back together in a year. Abuelita said you wouldn’t because of how you both like to hide your feelings,” she remarks with a grin and I shake my head.

“Listen, even if I wanted to date her again, I’m not a hundred percent sure she’d want to,” I inform her and she scoffs.

“Dad. Just tell her how you feel. I promise you she’ll feel the same way. She loves you just as much as you do her. I see it on her face,” she berates me and I sigh, shaking my head.

“I just don’t know…” I fret before trailing off.

“Just think about it, dad. This is a second chance for you guys to be together,” she encourages me, but I shake my head again.

“Would you even be ok with it? I mean, after losing your mama like you did?” I ask her and she goes quiet for a moment.

“Do I miss her? Yes, but I know she’s gone. She’s not coming back. I also know y/n could never and would never try to replace her. I also just want to see you happy, papa. Y/n makes you happy,” she explains and I marvel at how wise she sounds.

“Y/n may have been your first love and that will never go away, but you also loved mama. It’s ok to have more than one person you love,” she continues to explain and I lean back in my chair as I look over at her.

“When did you get so wise?” I jokingly ask her and she grins.

“Oh, I’ve always been wise. You’re just too blind to see it,” she jokes back and I scoff.

“Too blind my butt,” I respond with a roll of my eyes.

“But really, dad. Think about talking to her about it. Please,” she practically begs and I sigh.

“Okay, fine. I promise I’ll think about it,” I tell her and she smiles.

“I’m excited for the Daybreak to be my stepmom,” she playfully jokes again and I shake my head.

“Woah, whoa. Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?” I ask and she giggles as she pulls her legs up with her onto the chair.

“Nope. I know you guys planned marriage before she left for college,” she explains and I sigh, rubbing my face.

“Your Abuelita tells you too much information,” I acknowledge and Missy giggles again.

“I like the stories. They’re fun to hear. Young dad seems cool,” she tells me and I give her a look with my eyebrow raised.

“Not that you're not cool now. It’s just, young dad was so…” she trails off just as the door opens.

“Reckless?” Y/n chimes into our conversation as she pokes her head into the door.

“No. Just more adventurous,” Missy explains with a shrug before we all start to laugh.

“Marc. Your mom told me to tell you she’d like to see you,” y/n tells me after the laughs die down and I nod as I push myself away from my desk.

“I’ll be there in like two minutes,” I declare and y/n nods before walking out of my office with the door closing behind her.

“All I’m saying is think about it, dad,” Missy orders as she once again picks up her homework.

She starts to work on her homework again and I shake my head. I walk out of my office to see y/n standing there waiting for me. She gives me a smile and I smile back.

“Thought I could walk with ya,” she comments and I nod.

“Yeah. That’s fine,” I confirm and she grins as she wraps an arm around mine.

Together we walk arm and arm to my mothers office. Once we get up to the door y/n, kisses my cheek before pulling back and smiling at me. I give her hand a squeeze and smile back before she walks off.

I watch her walk off until she rounds the corner. Once she's gone, I shake my head before walking into my mother’s office.

♪ Let me know when it's time to come back

Maybe when your life is on track

And you don't have to hesitate

Hopefully it isn't too late

Luckily for you, I'm patient

I'm okay with your making me wait

And as long as you're near, I'll be here

Even if it takes ten years ♪

Marcus’ Pov: *Early 2022*

“Dad!” Missy yells as she comes running into my office.

“Missy, what’s wrong?” I ask, standing up.

She hunches over and tries to catch her breath. I rub her back as she heaves before calming down. She stands straight, but I stay close in case she needs me.

“Dad. You need to go down to medical,” Missy finally speaks and I raise an eyebrow.

“Miss. I’m fine, I don't need medical treatment,” I tell her and she shakes her head.

“No. No. Y/n was brought in just a few minutes ago after her mission. I heard from Wheels that she was unconscious,” Missy explains and my heart drops.

“What? Why wasn’t I informed?!” I shout and Missy jumps a bit.

“I don’t know, dad. I was told by Wild Card and Wheels. As soon as I heard, I ran here,” she explains as she looks at me with fear.

“Let’s go see her,” I tell her and she nods.

She wraps herself around my arm and together we walk down to the medical wing. We walk in and a nurse spots us. The nurse stands and comes over to us.

“Mr. Moreno! What a surprise. What can I help you with?” she asks, her face falling when she finally sees our faces.

“Where is Daybreak? We heard she was brought in,” I explain and she quickly nods.

“She was…” The nurse trails off.

“Why wasn’t I informed? I am her emergency contact…” I ask and the nurse nods quickly.

“We were going to call you sir, but she told us not to. She said she would be fine and she didn’t want to worry you or Miss Moreno,” she explains as she points to Missy.

“Wait, mom’s awake?” Missy asks the nurse and I take a double take to look at her.

“Whoa, whoa. When did you start calling her mom?” I ask and Missy grins.

“Remember when she took me out for our first girls day last year?” she asks me and I nod, still confused.

“Well, we had a conversation and I told her I saw her as a second mom. She then told me I could call her that any time I wanted. I’ve called her mom for a while, I guess I just have never really said it in front of you before,” she explains with a grin and I smile softly at her.

“Can we please go see my mom?” she asks as she turns away from me back to the nurse.

“Of course, sweetheart,” the nurse agrees with a soft smile as she gestures to us to follow her.

“What happened, do we know?” I ask and she nods.

“She was hit in the head pretty hard. She was unconscious when she got here, but doc says she should be fine because she wasn’t out for long. She just can’t fall unconscious again, then we’ll really have a problem,” the nurse explains as we walk down many linoleum floored hallways of the medical wing.

“Well, here we are. This is her room,” the nurse tells us as we come to a stop.

“Thank you,” I reply with a nod.

She nods back lightly before she walks the other way. I look down at Missy and she shrugs before going over to the door. Missy opens the door and y/n sits up as she presses the mute button on the remote.

“Mom!” Missy exclaims before she runs over to y/n.

“Hi, Miss,” y/n replies with a light smile as she hugs her.

“How are you feeling?” Missy asks as she pulls back from y/n.

“I told them not to tell you guys. I’m fine, I swear, just a little hit to the head,” y/n bemoans and I shake my head.

“No. I’m glad we know,” I chime in and smile at her when she nods.

“Hey, Miss. Wanna go get mom some water?” I ask and Missy looks at y/n.

“Yeah, sure,” Missy agrees after y/n nods at her.

“I’ll be right back,” Missy promises before she runs out of the room.

“Marc… listen. I just didn’t want you to worry is all,” y/n launches into her excuses as I lean against the wall with my arms crossed.

“Hmm…” I hum and she plays with a string on the blanket.

“Marc… come on, don’t be mad. If it had been worse, I would have had them get you straight away. It’s just a small concussion,” she defends herself and I shake my head.

“It wasn’t just a small concussion, though. You came in unconscious…” I fight back and she sighs.

“I was hoping nobody told you that detail…” she mutters as she continues to play with the string.

“What happened out there?” I ask her and she sighs.

“I was fighting Mr. Strong and he said something that threw me off my game. Next thing I knew, my head was hitting the ground multiple times. Miracle came in just as I passed out…” she explains and I nod along before I’m pushing off the wall.

“And what did he say to distract you so much…?” I ask and she shakes her head.

“Doesn’t really matter…” she mutters as I walk over to her.

“If you were so distracted sweetheart… it matters,” I tell her and she shakes her head.

“He just… he just got into my head, that's all. Really, it doesn’t matter,” she hisses and I sigh, uncrossing my arms now.

“Sweetheart, look at me. You can tell me,” I promise as I pull her face lightly so she’ll look at me.

“He… he… he said he would go after someone he knew I loved… he then added in…” she trails off as tears make way to her eyes and she chokes back a sob.

“Sweetheart… it’s gonna be okay,” I promise her as I pull her into a hug.

“You don’t get it, Marc. He… he’s going after Missy…” she sobs out and I pause.

“What do you mean?” I ask her as I pull back to look at her.

“You… you and Missy. He’s going after you guys…” she sobs and I chuckle as I pull her back in again.

“Sweetheart, both me and Missy are on superheroine teams. We know how to protect ourselves,” I tell her and she sighs, shaking her head as she pushes me off.

“I know that, and I wasn’t fully distracted by that. I…I..it was what he said after that, that truly threw me off. He said that he’s been watching me… he knew how to hurt you both while hurting me at the same time and that he wouldn’t stop till you were…” she explains and stops when she gets choked up again.

“What? Wouldn’t stop till what?” I ask her and she closes her eyes.

“He said he wouldn’t stop till you were dead…” she whimpers out as she slowly starts to close in on herself.

“Sweetheart, again, superhero team. It’d be a little hard to kill me,” I joke and she groans.

“You're not getting it…” she bemoans and I let out a puff of air.

“What don’t I get, sweetheart?” I ask and she gives me a weary look like she’s thinking over her next words.

“He only said that to get into my head…” she points out and I nod.

“Yeah. Figured as much…” I reply and she huffs again.

“He said that to get in my head because…” she trails off as she bites her lip.

“Because he knows I still, umm… have feelings for… hakshyou,” she mumbles really quietly and I chuckle.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it…” I tell her as I move my head closer.

“I said, I still um… have feelings for you. There! I said it. You can leave now…” she shouts before turning away from me.

I take a moment to process what she said, a big smile slowly coming over my face as I realize Missy was right. I gently take y/n’s face so she’s looking at me and smirk at the shocked look on her face.

“I still have feelings for you too, sweetheart,” I whisper and before I know it, my lips are on hers and she lets out a little noise of surprise before she starts to kiss me back. The same wonderful, warm feeling that I felt from our last kiss overwhelms me as all of the memories I spent with her come flooding back. I don’t want to stop kissing her, but eventually we pull back to take a breath and we both blush, smiling at each other.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” I say, still grinning. “But I thought we had agreed that what we had was in the past,” I explain as I put my forehead to hers.

“That’s what I thought, too. That’s why I didn’t say anything,” she tells me as she lets out a giggle and I chuckle.

“I’m just glad you're ok. I love you,” I respond and she grins even bigger.

“I love you, too,” she replies just before the door to her room opens.

“Yes! I called it! I just told Abuelita I bet you’d be kissing by the time I got back…” Missy declares as she looks at us with a grin.

“Would you stop making bets on us?!” Y/n yells out with a giggle as Missy sets the water on the counter by the door.

“You knew about the other bet?” I ask her and she nods.

“Yeah. Miss told me about it about a week after they made it. I told her it was absurd,” y/n explains and I chuckle, shaking my head.

“Oh, Miss, come here…” y/n speaks as she gestures with her hand for her to come grab it.

“Mom…” Missy utters and y/n nods lightly before Missy rushes over.

“My girls,” I say as I smile proudly, watching as Missy hugs y/n and y/n holds her as close as she can.

“Well, took you guys ten years,” we hear from behind us.

“Oh, hush you,” I tell my mother, who gives a nonchalant wave of her hand.

“At least we came back together,” y/n chimes in with a smile up at me.

“Even if it took ten years or more, I’m sure we would have always found our way back together at some point,” I point out and y/n giggles as she nods in agreement. I reach my hand out to her and she takes it, smiling at me with pure content.

♪ Even if it takes ten years

Even if it takes ten years ♪

The End…

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Crossfire

Pairing - Marcus Moreno x Female!Reader

Summary - You loved Marcus very much, but his superhero schedule? Not so much. After a promised day together ends up getting postponed, Marcus decides to make it up to you.

Word Count - 1.8k

Warnings - None! Just some fluffy stuff.

You tried not to be upset. It seemed childish, not to mention selfish, and those were not two personality traits that you liked to associate with yourself.

But it wasn’t easy.

It was Marcus’s first off day in months it seemed. He had come home late, well past the time you and Missy had passed out in front of the TV, with the intention of, ‘spending a lazy day with his favorite girls and all the sugary cereal they could stomach’. You both had been so excited for it. You remembered telling him so, half asleep, as he carried you up to your shared bedroom.

Planning on sleeping in a bit, neither of you had set up your alarm clocks, but you found yourself getting woken up at an ungodly hour anyway. You groaned when you felt Marcus’s arm that had been so nice and warm around you retreat as he grabbed his phone from his bedside table, answering with a gruff hello.

You knew before he spoke the next sentence.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” He answered after a couple of moments and your thoughts were confirmed. You didn’t turn over to look at him as he moved back over to your side of the bed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I’ve got to go in.” He murmured against your skin.

“I know,” you replied, trying not to let him see how upset you were. You were pretty sure you failed though considering how Marcus tugged on your shoulder until you were laying down flat on your back, looking up at him.

Marcus Moreno was a sight to see any time, any place, but there was something about looking at him as the morning light filtered in through your window. His hair disheveled, his features soft and his voice gruff. Maybe it was because you knew you were the one that got to see him like this. Either way, it was hard to resist giving him a soft smile as he brushed some of your hair out of your face. “I don’t want to.”

“I know,” you repeated, and you did know. That might be the worst part of it. You knew, given the choice, that Marcus would be with you and Missy today. He would give the two of you the world given the opportunity, but sometimes the world needed him more. So you knew you couldn’t be selfish, as much as you wanted to wrap yourself around him and kiss him until work was the last thing on his mind. “I also know, you’re going to make it up to Missy and me. Spectacularly.” You added, your smile widening as his own did.

“As soon as possible.” He agreed, leaning down to meet your lips in a soft, sweet kiss that had your toes curling in the sheets as you slipped your hands into his hair and held him there until you found your self control starting to dissipate. “Go,” you groaned against his lips, letting him pull back and frowning at him. “Before the Heroics have to come get me for kidnapping their leader.”

“It’s not a kidnapping if I’m willing, hermosa.” He teased, but he pecked one more quick kiss to your lips, and stood up to start getting ready. As soon as he was in the shower, you got out of bed, grabbing your sweat pants and one of Marcus’s old t-shirts to go down and start making breakfast.

Missy was already there, reaching for the box of the sugary cereal she wasn’t supposed to eat when you made it to the kitchen. “No way kiddo.” You told her, “eggs and toast today.”

“Is Dad going to make them, because last time -”

“I’m going to make them.” You assured him, and then frowned deciding it would be best to break the news to her now so Marcus wouldn’t have to. “Hey . . . They called him this morning. He’s got to go in.” You said.

Missy seemed to deflate at your words, her body slouching in on itself. “Again? He promised.”

You reached out to give her shoulder a squeeze. “He knows, and he feels terrible. You know he’ll make it up to us though.” You reminded her, smiling when she gave a little nod. “So why don’t we go to the movies today instead? I’ll let you eat all the popcorn you want, and we don’t have to be embarrassed when your Dad starts snoring halfway through the movie.”

Missy couldn’t help but smile at that, giving you another nod as she started getting the bread out to help you.

By the time Marcus made his way downstairs to join the two of you, you were scooping up the food and Missy was pulling out the gallon of orange juice. Marcus went over to help you, glancing at Missy and then back at you, wanting to know if you had already told her. When you nodded, his shoulders slumped in relief at not having to be the bearer of bad news. “Do you have time for breakfast?” You asked him, as he took the plates from your hand over to the table.

“Unfortunately not, I’m already late -” When Marcus turned back to you, you were holding out a travel mug filled with coffee for him. He let out a happy sigh, leaning forward to give you a kiss on the cheek as he took the mug from your hands. “You’re the best.”

“I know,” You teased, straightening his tie. “Be careful,” You added in a much more serious tone.

“Always,” He promised, and you turned back to the stove as he said his goodbyes to Missy, promising, like he had you, that he was going to make it up to her as soon as possible.

Maybe it was stupid, but you never liked to watch him leave, knowing in the back of your mind that it could be the last time you ever saw him, so you busied yourself with finishing breakfast as he left another kiss on the back of your head and a quiet, “I love you.” As soon as you knew it was safe, you turned back around to find Missy picking at her breakfast with her fork, her expression worried.

You wanted to reassure her, promise her that her Dad was coming back and everything would be fine. But you also knew that Marcus had made promises like that before, and they hadn’t always turned out fine. So instead you reached across the table and gave her hand a squeeze, not saying a word, hoping to remind her that she wasn’t alone in worrying about her Dad anymore.

She gave you a soft smile.

____________________

Marcus did come home, late into the night as usual, and the rest of the week flew by. With your jobs, and Missy’s new training schedule, it had become almost a routine that none of you ever saw each other for longer than an hour, and it was miserable.

By the time the weekend arrived, you were exhausted. You had picked Missy up from her grandmother’s and the two of you expected to have a late night together watching movies. Which was why you were so surprised when the two of you pulled up to find Marcus’s car sitting in the driveway. “Dad’s home?” Missy asked, sounding as confused as you felt.

“I guess so?” You said, a bit of excitement making your heart jump at the thought. The two of you rushed out of the car, your earlier exhaustion fading as you hurried to the door, but before you could reach it, Marcus stepped out, stopping the two of you from entering.

“Welcome to the Moreno Movie House! Do the two of you have your tickets?” Marcus asked, with the biggest grin on his face.

“Nooo,” Missy said, glancing from you to her dad as if you were in on it, but you shrugged your shoulders.

Her answer didn’t seem to phase Marcus though. “In that case, the cost of entry is a hug, and a kiss.” He said, glancing from you to Missy, the adorable smile still plastered on his face.

Missy rolled her eyes, but there was a grin on her face as well as she gave her dad a hug. “I’ll let you handle the kiss. Just don’t let me see it.” Missy said, covering her eyes as she made her way past Marcus.

You laughed, wrapping your arms around Marcus’s neck and pulling him closer to you. “What did you do? And why aren’t you at work?”

His arms wrapped around you at once, pulling you against his warm body in a way that had the tension releasing from your shoulders. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed being held by him until this moment. “I took the weekend off. I even used vacation days, and they’re not going to contact me unless there’s another alien invasion.”

You nuzzled your nose against his, an elated smile starting to form on your face. “And if there is another alien invasion?” You asked jokingly.

Marcus pretended to ponder this for a moment as he swayed the two of you back and forth. “Hmmm . . . You think if I ask them politely they’ll wait until Monday to try and take over the world?”

Laughing again, you leaned forward and met his lips in a deep kiss, pouring every bit of how much you had missed him into it, which he responded eagerly too until you pulled away slowly and breathlessly. “Mhmmm . . . I missed that.” You murmured, making sure to keep him as close as possible. You didn’t want any space between the two of you after having gone so long without it.

Marcus didn’t seem to mind, holding you just as tight. “I missed it too.” One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone. “I missed you, and Missy.” You leaned into his touch, and it made him smile. “On Monday I’m talking to the director about reducing my hours. I want to be here more.”

It sounded amazing, but . . . “Do you think they’ll let you do that?”

“I’m not going to give them a choice.” He said, “family comes first. I’m not going to make the same mistake twice.”

Before you could say anything else, Missy came back in through the door, her voice filled with excitement. “Dad. Did you get an actual popcorn machine?”

He shrugged like it was no big deal, but his grin said otherwise. “I may have called in a favor or two.”

Missy let out another squeal and ran back inside, making you laugh. “A popcorn machine? Marcus Moreno, you may have outdone yourself this time.”

“Wait until you see the inside.” He said, grabbing your hand and tugging you in the house.

You didn’t even have to see it though; you knew that it was going to be incredible. When Marcus put his mind to something, he wouldn’t rest until it was everything that he hoped it would be. It gave you some hope that maybe the days where you didn’t see Marcus until you woke up the next morning were over.

At least until the next alien invasion.

#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno imagine #we can be heroes imagine

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Reader-Specific Writing: Miscarriage

Marcus Moreno x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) please read these warnings thoroughly, as there are many triggering aspects written here.

Mentions and descriptions of sexual intercourse, family dynamics, miscarriage, female anatomy, depression, blood, and the afterlife.

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Summary: You and Marcus have been trying for over a year for another baby, and when you finally receive the good news, you're overjoyed. But why is this pregnancy so different than the last?

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A/N: this piece was requested by @sweetangel0069 and is a very touching and intimate story. Thank you so much for allowing me to tell it Anna ♥️ we played around with which character we’d choose, and I think Marcus was an absolutely perfect fit 🥰

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This is everything you’ve wanted, everything you’ve been working toward for the past year. Your first didn’t take this long but, sometimes things work different. But you’re speaking out of turn, honestly, you haven’t even looked at the results. Still, you can’t help but think about them, a tiny, new baby in your arms. Holding your first… there wasn’t another feeling like it. The connection and happiness you felt was unimaginable, and to experience that again? You were elated at just the possibility of it.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, finally lifting the test.

You’re not sure it’s right; they’re not always right… right? You feel foolish, but you take two more just to be sure. If this is really happening, you want to be able to tell him with certainty. And after checking three times, you finally let yourself revel in the joy. He’s going to be so happy, and so will Missy. She and Jaime got along so well; you can’t wait to see her reaction when you tell her she’ll be getting another little sibling.

Jaime’s so young he isn’t even in school yet, but he made your family feel complete. Missy never liked being the only child and Marcus told you from the start he always wanted to give her siblings. And after your baby boy was born, the two of you couldn’t help but want even more. There was space, after all, more than enough for everyone to be comfortable. Already, you’re thinking about how you’ll decorate this child’s nursery. Will you want to know their gender? Or have it be a surprise? You’re getting ahead of yourself – you’ll definitely want Marcus’ opinion.

“Really?!” he almost shouts, a smile immediately lighting up his face.

“I mean, I took three tests,” you giggle, leaning into his firm hug. “So, yeah I’m pretty sure.”

“Baby, that’s so great. Oh my gosh!” he holds you against him, sighing deeply as he lifts his one hand to hold the back of your head.

Inside, you feel like you could fly. You knew he’d be just as happy as you. You’d been trying for another one for so long, almost a year, it honestly felt like it would never happen.

“What’s going on?” Missy asks, walking downstairs with Jaime in her arms.

When Marcus had gotten off work, he stopped by his mother’s to pick up Jaime, and then the school to get Missy. Like the great big sister she’s grown to be, she had taken it upon herself to bring Jaime upstairs to change him.

“You wanna tell her, honey?” Marcus asks, pulling away from you.

He holds your face with both of his hands, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. You smile, nodding eagerly before turning to your stepdaughter.

“I’m pregnant again!”

“Wait, really?!” she nearly squeals, jumping a bit in shock.

“Yes,” you chuckle, feeling Marcus pull you into a sideways hug.

“Is it a boy again?!” she asks with a smile lighting up her beautiful face.

“We’re not sure yet, it’s too early to tell.”

But you’re already thinking of names, ones you and Marcus have discussed before. He loves the name Sofia for a girl, and you do too, that and Laia. During your last pregnancy, you brought up the name Mateo, which he absolutely fell in love with. Jaime, however, won that time. Maybe Mateo will win this time. That is, if it’s a boy.

At dinner, the three of you are already discussing how you’ll announce it to your family and friends. You both made Missy swear to secrecy until then, and she promised not to tell a soul. Honestly, she was just so happy to be in on the surprise. You didn’t do a huge party for Jaime’s gender reveal, just did a cake-cutting with your close family and friends. Maybe you’ll do something similar this time, too.

“Marcus?” you call from the bathroom, lotioning your legs after a shower.

“Yeah, honey?” he responds, appearing in the doorway.

“Do you still like the name Mateo?”

He leans against the doorframe, humming lowly yet happily. Crossing his arms, he smiles, nodding at you.

“I think that might be my favorite.” He tells you calmly, eyes running up the lengths of your legs. “Aside from Jaime, of course.”

“Of course,” you grin, his eyes rising to meet your gaze.

“What about for a girl?”

He sighs again, eyes lifting a bit as he thinks. “Do you still like Sofia?”

You grin, cheeks feeling warm under his gaze. “I love that name.”

It’s only been a few days, but this new baby has occupied up every thought in your mind. It’s taken everything you have to not tell your closest coworkers about the news, and lately, it’s all you and Marcus talk about. This is such an absolute blessing for the two of you, for your entire family. You’re not sure how many kids you and Marcus want, but you know this won’t be your last baby.

After speaking for a few more minutes, he walks back into your shared master bedroom, climbing into bed. You say you’ll be right behind him, only needing to finish up with your lotion and use the toilet. But when you sit down, you realize you’ll be a little longer than expected.

It’s not much, only a small amount, but still… why is it there? Your body feels like a shock had just run through it, staring down at the small patch of blood in your underwear. This has never happened to you before but, there has to be a reason for this. A reasonable reason for this. Implantation bleeding, you then think, feeling a small ounce of relief. Sometimes you can have implantation bleeding. That must be it. It’s fine.

“You okay, baby?” Marcus calls gently, not wanting to wake Jaime or Missy.

“Yeah,” you shout shakily in response, and it concerns him. But you’re in the bathroom so he decides to just give you your space. When you come out though, he asks, “Is something wrong?”

“No,” you shake your head, settling next to him in bed. “I’m alright.”

“You sounded off, honey.” He tells you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pulls you in close, giving your temple a kiss.

He feels so amazing inside and has ever since you told him. To have you make him a father again would make him the happiest man in the world. Since meeting you, it’s like nothing else has mattered; nothing else but you and his little girl, and then his little boy. You’ve given him love, happiness, a feeling of belonging and pure, fatherly joy. You’ve given him his life back.

“I’m okay, baby.” You nod, glancing up at him. Those lovingly deep eyes make you feel all warm inside, your hand lifting to trace your fingertips along his scruff. Before you continue on, you lean in, giving him a soft kiss. “I’m fine.”

You’ve been pregnant before, and everything went fine – great, actually. There’s no reason to suspect something might be wrong. Implantation bleeding happens, it doesn’t mean anything bad is happening. Nothing else feels off, so… why worry? Your body has done this before, and you’re more than confident that it can do it again. You’re healthy, what’s the worst that could happen?

More bleeding, that’s something worse than can happen. It’s so much that it wakes you up, the wetness of it ongoing and drowning your pants and bedsheets in red.

“W – what…”

At first, you’re not sure what it is. Surely, you didn’t pee the bed. You’re a grown woman, why would that happen? Although, you wish it was the case instead of this. Lowering your hand, you stuff it between yourself and the bed, lifting it back up to confirm your suspicions. Your eyes go wide, heartrate skyrocketing in your chest. What the fuck? What the fuck?!

Quickly, you turn to your side, looking for Marcus. Thankfully, he’d rolled over and away from you in the night, no longer wrapped around you. As quietly as you can, you slip out from the bed, hurrying into the ensuite. You make sure to turn the light on only after you’ve closed the door, not wanting to wake him.

There’s… so much of it; and it just keeps picking up. You’ve never even had a period like this before. It’s shocking, almost like a steady stream of liquid red coming out… and it’s bright red with… clots? Yes… lots of them. What is happening? Why is this happening?

Your mind is reeling, and you can’t help but think the worst. But this can’t be what’s going on. Maybe something is just wrong with the baby but surely, they’re still… there. Your heart starts sinking – you’ve never felt so hopeless before, but you need to stop it, you need to be realistic about this and stay strong. You don’t know anything for a fact, other than this is your baby, your and Marcus’ baby.

Before he’d gone to bed, he worried about you. Internally, he felt strangely about this; something just wasn’t right. Your gentle jostle did in fact wake him up from sleep, but only because he’d been sleeping so lightly. He’d only relaxed enough to fall into a dream before he was awake again, but he could tell by the way you got up that you didn’t want to disturb him, so he let you believe that you didn’t. And he planned on staying here until you came back into bed, until the two of you fell asleep again and greeted the morning anew. But that was before he heard your quiet crying.

“Querida?” he murmurs, tapping his knuckles gently on the door. “Estas bien?” (My dear, are you okay?)

Your head snaps up as you sniffle, a sharp pang jolting throughout your body. Shit. Quickly, you wipe your nose with a piece of toilet paper, using another piece to dry your eyes.

“I – I’m fine,” you gently call back, but you can’t help the shaky exhale your body forces out from your cries. And Marcus hears it.

“Can I come in?” he then asks softly, unsure of what is happening.

You ponder this for a moment. What are you going to do? When you look down, you’re still bleeding profusely. It won’t stop.

“Mi amor?” Marcus opens the door just a crack. “What’s going on?” (My love?)

All at once, you let out the incredible cry you’d been holding inside. You sob completely, almost immediately met with a concerned Marcus kneeling by your side.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he seems frantic, eyes scanning your figure. He hates seeing you cry, especially so intensely. What could be bothering you so much? But then, his eyes dip lower, seeing the red-tinted skin on the insides of your thighs. When he sees this, he whispers your name, completely taken aback.

“I don’t know what’s going on!” you cry to him, sniffling thickly while trying to steady your breaths to keep quiet. You don’t want to wake your children.

“Are you hurt?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know!”

“Okay, okay,” he coos to you, reaching up to run his hands over your outer arms. Knowing how out of sorts you are, it’s up to him to make the call. “Let’s go, cariño.” He says, rubbing your knee. (baby)

“What? Where?” you look into his eyes, warm and still while yours are puffy and swirling with worry.

“We should go to the hospital, honey.” His voice is calm, steady. “We don’t know what’s wrong, and… the baby.”

He hates to say it, but you’re both thinking it. Of course you’re worried about the baby right now, why wouldn’t you be?

“But wh – who’ll watch the kids?” you ask him, breaths shaky as you hiccup quietly.

“Shh…” Marcus sits up on his knees, pulling you in for a soft hug, regardless of the fact that you’re still sitting on the toilet. Truly, his love knows no bounds. “I’ll call my mother. We need to figure this out.”

He’s right, and you know he is, but you hate that you have to bother his mother. It’s the middle of the night, you’d surely be waking her up. But Marcus insists upon it, saying that your health is more important than his mother losing a few hours of sleep. Besides, when Marcus calls her, she’s more than happy to come over. She doesn’t know about the baby though, and while you both hate it, you have to lie to her. He makes up the excuse of the stomach flu when she arrives at the house, looking at you with worry.

“Mi amor, eso no es bueno.” She shakes her head, approaching you and placing her hands on your outer arms. She squeezes lovingly, and you give her an appreciative smile. “Te hare sopa – la cura para todo!” (My love, that is no good. I will make you soup – the cure for it all!)

“Gracias, Mamá Moreno.” You return, trying to look anywhere but her. You could be carrying her grandchild, and you’re lying to her. Though, that’s really the least of your worries. (Thank you, Mama Moreno)

But while you’re more than courteous toward Marcus’ mom, he’s eager to get you into the car. Quickly yet politely, he ends your conversation, thanking his mother before re-directing you to the garage’s interior door. As usual, he opens your car door for you, this time leaning down before closing it.

“Are you alright? Can I do anything?” he asks you, reaching for you hand.

You watch with teary eyes as he lifts it to his lips, giving you a soft kiss while keeping your worry-filled gaze.

“You’re already doing more than enough, my love.” you return, smiling at his affection. Strangely, it plants a small seed of hope inside you. Surely the love the two of you have for each other and this baby will help the fetus’ health shine through. It’s a long shot but, it gives you hope.

“This is ridiculous.” He fumes, and you’ve never seen him so mad.

Marcus paces back and forth across the waiting room floor, crossing and un-crossing his arms while the two of you wait.

“You need to be seen now; this is an emergency!”

“I know, baby.”

The tone of your voice makes him spin around, reminding him that you’re suffering behind him all alone. Immediately, he comes to your side. He sits beside you, bundling you up in a warm hug between his strong arms.

“I’m sorry, baby, I… I didn’t mean to ignore you. I, I –”

“It’s okay.” You cut him off, leaning into him. “I just need you right now.”

“I know,” he instantly returns, one hand rising to pet the back of your head. “I know, and I’m here, hermosa.” (beautiful)

Even though you’re in his arms, you feel shaky and unsure. You don’t know what this is, you’re uncertain of your baby’s future. And more than anything, Marcus is spiraling because this isn’t something he can control. He can’t make this better for you. He can be here beside you, hold you and talk to you, love on you until the sun stops setting, but to him, it won’t be enough. He can’t fix what’s happening this time.

“Moreno?”

“Yes.” Marcus’ head shoots up, looking to the nurse, and then back to you. “Come on, hermosa, let’s go.” He kisses the side of your forehead, seeing the still-somber look on your face.

He helps you to stand even though he doesn’t necessarily need to. Both of you follow the nurse back past the double doors, down a hallway, and into a sterilized patient room. And after explaining the situation to her, she comes up with a game plan.

“Okay honey,” she says, handing the test over to you. “First thing’s first. Let’s take a test.”

Immediately, Marcus worries that it will be negative. He hates himself for thinking that right off the bat, but he almost can’t help it. But he doesn’t voice it, of course. On the other hand, you’ve completely zoned out. At this point, you’re just on autopilot. You grab the test, follow the directions to the bathroom, pee on the stick, and give it back. You don’t look, you’re too scared to; you’ve never been so scared to look.

“Okay you two,” your nurse returns, sighing as she glances at her clipboard. “It’s positive.”

“What?” you sit up in bed, palms flat on the sheets. “Really?!”

“Yep.” She nods with a smile. “Next up on the list, I’m ordering you some bloodwork. We want to cover all of our bases. After that, I’ll be requesting both a vaginal and abdominal ultrasound.”

“Okay,” Marcus breathes out, nodding to her. He’s been sitting in a chair beside your bed, letting you rest and occasionally sleep.

She looks to both of you, offering a kind smile. “Sit tight. I’ll be back soon.”

“Sit tight.” Marcus mumbles, rubbing his face. “You’re sitting here bleeding and we’re supposed to sit tight.”

“Baby,” you return, yawning. “She’s doing her best.”

But he doesn’t respond, he just shifts, standing and then sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Do you want me to turn off the lights? So you can get some sleep?”

“Marcus,” you say, your voice cracking. “I can’t sleep.”

“Why?”

“I’m so scared. I don’t know what I did to this baby.”

“Hey, you didn’t do anything.”

He leans forward, holding your face in his hands. Both thumbs swipe slowly, catching the new stream of tears flowing down your cheeks.

Again, his heartrate increases, he begins to sweat slightly, and his throat becomes dry. He doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what to say. All he can tell you is that he loves you, he loves you and your little family more than anything in the entire world. And maybe, that’ll be enough for you. Maybe his love will be enough.

You’ve never been a fan of needles, but with Marcus by your side, it’s bearable. She takes about four tubes, but the juice and cookie help afterwards. It does nothing to calm your nerves, though, and as luck would have it, your results come back normal. For some reason, that only makes your anxiety worse.

“I don’t get it,” you murmur, shaking your head. “Then what’s wrong?”

“We’re not sure yet, hun.” She tells you, rubbing your back.

Marcus had gone down to the cafeteria to grab the both of you some breakfast. You’d arrived at the emergency room at around two in the morning. By now, it’s just after five. And while he’s gone getting your food, your nurse stays by your side.

“The last thing we’ve got are your ultrasounds. With how your test results have been going, we’re bound to see your little baby in there.”

You just feel unsure. Unsure and exhausted. You’re not sure what to do, where to go, what to say, and Marcus is no different. But he’s trying, he’s doing everything he can. He won’t let you go through this alone.

“Okay,” he sighs, walking through the door.

Both of you look up, your tired eyes meeting his own. He looks completely drained, but persistent. He pushes on, pulling out a tray to set your food on.

“They didn’t have pancakes, but they did have waffles. I know it’s not your first choice, but I brought syrup to make it better. Some milk, some apple juice for something sweet.” He grins, that cute dimple showing as he hands the juice to you. “I also brought you some Jell-O, baby. Snagged the last one for you. There’s a biscuit and eggs there, too.”

“Marcus,” you say with a giggly smile. Reaching out to him, he follows your gestured call, leaning into the hold your hands place on his face. “Thank you, baby.”

He smiles into your kiss, humming softly. “Anything for you, mi amor.” (my love)

“Moreno?” a doctor asks on the other side of the curtain, walking past when Marcus responds with a groggy yes.

“Hi there,” the doctor nods, offering a brief grin. “We have your ultrasounds ready for you.”

You take a breath, nodding slowly. Honestly, this is it. For as far along as you are, there should at least be a heartbeat. There has to be a heartbeat.

But the first ultrasound shows you nothing. Not a sign of life in sight.

The second ultrasound, the one of your womb, is empty. There’s nothing.

“I’m so sorry, honey.” Your nurse coos to you, placing a hand on your shoulder once the doctor walks away.

“What… what does this mean?” you ask shakily, turning to look up at her.

Marcus is holding back tears, his hands clasped together and held in front of his face.

“Either you’re still too early in your pregnancy to see the fetus, or you had a miscarriage.” She tells you, kindly yet honestly. And you appreciate her honesty. “In my opinion, it is likely a miscarriage.”

Something snaps inside you; an incredible weight falls over your body. Your body, your body. Your body has carried a baby before; you had to have done something this time for this to happen. You think, this has to be your fault, it just doesn’t make sense any other way. Why would this happen if your body was healthy and equipped for carrying and growing a new baby? You already know you let Marcus down, and you let this baby down, too. It’s mother, someone a child is supposed to trust. What did I do?

Marcus sits off to the side in his chair, concern and anguish written all over his face. The thought that everything was going to be fine is no longer in your head, and you can’t bring it back. Because everything, very clearly, is not fine.

He’s mad, infuriated, angry at the world but not at you, never at you. Waves of sadness and anger wash over him repeatedly, confusion also playing a part. Why is this happening to you? he genuinely doesn’t understand what went wrong or if anything necessary ‘went wrong’, or what. This didn’t happen with Missy when his previous wife carried her, and it didn’t happen during your pregnancy with Jaime, so why is it happening now?

And he’s scared, too. He’s so scared and he doesn’t know what to do. But he has to be there for you. He doesn’t know what to do but one thing is for certain, and it’s that he needs to be there for you. It’s difficult, communicating his emotions, because he doesn’t want to upset you any more than you already are. But maybe he doesn’t have to. He shifts, standing up and snuggling next to you on your bed. He holds you, feeling you turn in his arms and snuggle into his chest.

“I love you, querida.” He whispers, kissing your forehead. “I will always love you.”

“This is my fault, Marcus. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know how I could let this happen.”

“Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. I promise you; how could you have known this was going to happen?”

Marcus continues speaking to you, bringing a certain kind of reassurance that is realistic, too. He can’t tell you enough how much he loves you, how strong and capable you are. And you don’t believe him right now, not at all. But you appreciate it, appreciate him. You always will.

Shortly after your two ultrasounds, you’re discharged, the two of you walking out with puffy eyes and tired hearts. You’re not expecting the message you receive though. Before you leave, the nurse discharging you hands you a pamphlet. She’s a different one than the woman that had been by your side through the night.

“Congratulations,” she says with a bright grin, handing you the rectangular booklet. “It looks like you’ll be having an October baby.”

“I, um…”

Of course, this confuses you greatly, but at the same time it gives you a renewed sense of hope. Maybe this will work out after all. Maybe you are just too early in your pregnancy. So, with a light breath, you take the paper like a promise, and return home.

You’ve been living with uncertainty for another week. You’ve bled every day, and Marcus knows about it, too. When there’s that much blood, it’s hard to hide it, especially from him. He sees the change in your mood, and it seems that no matter what he does, he can’t change it. He worries about what’s going on in your head. Every morning, he watches you take your prenatal vitamin. You haven’t heard any other news from any doctors, but you think that as long as you keep taking them, it will be okay. As long as you avoid the foods you aren’t supposed to eat, avoid the drinks you’re not supposed to have, it’ll help. And while you were trying to put on a brave face, it was hard to even convince yourself that you were still carrying. You honestly feel like you’re falling apart on the inside. You should be able to control your body, and right now… you can’t.

But no matter how hard it is to actually keep going, you have to, because you still have your kids. Missy and Jaime need you. Today, they both have doctor’s appointments, and while the simple idea of even entering a doctor’s office is starting to disturb you, you take them anyway. Marcus is at work and so is his mother, you’re the only one that can today.

Your children bring you joy that is honestly incomparable to anything in this world. Even something as simple as singing with them in the car, it makes life worth living. Even if this pregnancy doesn’t come to fruition, it will be alright. It’s hard for you to accept it, but it will. You still have your family; it will be alright.

“Come on, honey.” You say with a grunt, hauling Jaime out of his care seat.

Naturally, Missy reaches out to carry him. She’s truly grown so much, even in her early teenage years. It makes you beam brightly, seeing the love she has for her little brother.

“Oh,” comes your sudden gasp, now leaning against the car.

Missy turns around with a concerned frown. “Are you okay?” She doesn’t know about your possible miscarriage, either.

“I’m okay, baby.” You reply, sighing roughly. “Do you think, would you be able to take your brother with you upstairs? I’ll be right behind you, just gonna hit the bathroom.”

“Okay,” she nods, confident in her abilities. She’s become so independent.

Once she’s out of sight, you hurry to the bathroom. It feels like something literally fell out of your vagina and plopped into your underwear. And you’ve definitely never had that happen before. When you get to the bathroom, you find an empty stall and pull your pants down to find out what the hell just happened.

A sharp rush of adrenaline rushes through your veins, your eyes widening slightly while your eyebrows fold. A blood clot the side of your palm is sitting mostly in your underwear, and gently, you pull it the rest of the way out. You stare at it in shock, thinking what the hell is this? You’ve dealt with blood clots before occasionally, but never one of this size. But other than this strange thing, you feel fine. So, you flush the clot, clean yourself up, and flush the toilet. When you’re done, you find the kids doctor’s office, and make your way up.

Thankfully, the rest of the day goes off without a hitch. You feel fine, happy even. You don’t have to change your underwear for the rest of the day once you get home and get a new pair, your stomach doesn’t feel off and for once, your emotions seem to be evening out.

“Querida?” Marcus sings, finally getting home. (Dear?)

You and the kids have been home for a few hours by now, Marcus arriving around five o’clock. He scans the entryway, walking forward through the short hall and into the kitchen. And once he finds you, he smiles.

“Hi baby,” you coo gracefully in return, heart beating affectionately in your chest.

He comes to you, giving you a firm hug. His fingers rub over you, humming quietly, briefly, when he feels your own arms wrap around him, too.

“How are you?” he asks, that rich, deep baritone making you swoon.

Marcus continues to hold the sides of your arms, looking to you with so much love.

“I feel good,” you nod, shrugging. “Better.”

“I’m so happy to hear that, hermosa.” Quickly, he exhales a breath, truly feeling relieved. He can’t stand to see you in such pain. “Have you thought about dinner?”

He goes on to tell you that he’s thought about it since lunch, his stomach grumbling nonstop. It makes you giggle, seeing him be so boyish. Sometimes, he acts just like a kid, and when he’s actually around the kids, that goes tenfold. He’s so sweet with them, so cuddly and attentive and kind. After deciding on your afternoon meal, he rounds the two of them up, coming back down the stairs with baby Jaime in his arms.

Missy helps you cook while Marcus and Jaime play. There’s not much you can do with a baby his age, but Marcus makes the most of it. He lays down on the living room rug with him, holding up animal toys and making each one’s noise. It makes his son giggle and laugh, and it makes Marcus laugh, too.

Dinner is quick, simple. Missy has homework to do and thankfully, Jaime goes to bed easily. A full belly really does him in. Marcus claims food has the same effect on him, too.

“Go on,” he says, kissing your cheek. “I’ll clean up.”

Sure, Marcus had his flaws – everyone does. But he didn’t show them often, and especially not now. He always reacted appropriately to the situation at hand, and you are no exception. After this entire ordeal, you weren’t sure what you needed. But somehow, he gave it to you.

A shower sounds nice, but the simple act of getting undressed makes you spiral all over again. You look down, expecting blood, but don’t see any. And while this should be a good thing, the only thing you’re thinking about now is that blood clot you had at the doctor’s office. It, that must have… that must have been the fetus. You must have finally miscarried.

Upon your new realization, your stomach drops. Has this really happened?

Once again, you move through the motions, almost as if on autopilot. You manage to shower, drying off and then dressing yourself in some cozy pajamas. Nearly emotionless, you walk out of the bathroom, eyes immediately meeting Marcus’ as he rests on the bed. He’s sitting with his back against the headboard, reading in the dim light coming from the top of his nightstand. When he heard you open the door, he naturally looked up.

His eyes call out to something somber in your soul. The way he looks at you makes everything come out, tears swelling in your eyes as your lower lip begins to pout. You can’t help the overwhelming emotions that wash through you, practically crumbling on the bed.

“W – what, what happened?” Marcus stutters out, tossing his book down and leaning closer to wrap you in his arms. “Honey, what happened?”

“It happened, Marcus,” you sub, inhaling a sharp breath. “It really happened this time.”

“What did?” he asks, looking down at you.

“There was, I had this thing, this… blood clot. I h – haven’t bled since.”

You’re shaking beneath him from crying so hard, and he’s doing his best to keep you steady. But when you tell him this, his stomach drops too.

“It was the baby, Marcus.”

“Baby…”

It’s all that comes out of his mouth, he doesn’t want you to hear him weeping too. But as soon as he understands, hot, heavy tears fall from his eyes. He’s disappointed, of course, you both were so excited to welcome this new baby into the world, into your family.

Officially, this is the end of your journey, at least for this pregnancy. You feel like you failed; it’s over, you can’t come back from this, can’t reverse it or make it better. You let your whole family down. What are you going to tell Missy? What will she think?

You just don’t understand, you don’t get it at all. You and Marcus just made a beautiful baby boy together, why couldn’t you have this baby too?

“This may not be the right thing to say,” Marcus begins hesitantly, swallowing before he continues. “But… it will be okay. I’m here, I promise I’m here. I know you, baby, you’re so strong. We’ll figure this out, we’ll figure out how to move past this, together.”

It’s easy for you to fall asleep, your body drained after your explosion of emotions. It happens before you realize it, drifting off in Marcus’ arms all too easily. But what comes next isn’t easy, at least, not at first.

You can see her, your baby, the one you no longer have. Marcus is holding her, smiling down at the small bundle in his arms. The pink blanket she’s wrapped in reveals to you her gender, and Marcus looks like he couldn’t be happier. Then, your attention shifts as he looks to his left, and you suddenly see yourself in a hospital bed.

“Cómo deberíamos llamarla?” he asks you, speaking softly above his daughter. (What should we name her?)

“Sofia.” You answer, smiling softly, as if you had agreed on the name many months ago. “Sofia Marie.”

Your baby, your daughter, she seems… happy. There’s a feeling in the air that takes away every solemn sensation, replacing it with grace and acceptance. She’s healthy, too. The space here feels warm and kind, and she’s with her mother and father, at least, the souls of them. You and Marcus will always be connected to her.

She’s okay here. She’s safe on the other side.

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harmonity-vibes · 1 month

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YANDERE MARCUS MORENO HEADCANNONS

Marcus is the sweetest Yandere. He offers you everything you could wish for.

Unless it's to hurt him or his daughter, no.

You and his daughter are his little princesses, and he'll make sure nothing happens to you.

With him, you have to sleep in the same bed as him. Otherwise, he can become unbearable. You're his security blanket and cuddling partner.

Your room is decorated to your taste. He'll be sad if you don't like your room.

He had to reassure you so he could sleep with you. He didn't want you to be a restless sleeper because of him.

At the beginning of our relationship, he used his power to lock the doors so you couldn't escape. But over time, he knew you were his, so he kind of dropped the locks.

When the city is threatened, it's out of the question for you to go out. He's asked you and his daughter to take shelter in the bunker.

He knows he goes too far at times. It's just that he's afraid of losing you, like he lost Missy's mother.

He cuddles you 24/7 without a break, except when he leaves for work. He loves the feel of your skin on his.

When you started running away from him, he felt a mixture of sadness and desire. The more you ran away, the more it drove him crazy.

He'll never dare raise a hand to you. You mean too much to him to do that.

All he wants is your love and trust.

He feels responsible for you. So it’s important to him that you obey him.

He won't hesitate to use his powers to get you the way he wants.

He'll use his powers to make you come, and he won't even move a finger.

When you're intimate, you're his personal toy with which he can let off steam for hours.

If you're a hero, he'll make sure you don't participate. He'll leave you at home. But missions are forbidden.

He loves learning things with you.

He would risk his life for you and Missy.

He may be a shy, crazy yandere, but he's yours.

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022: October 21st

Day 21: Rimming/Analingus // Masturbation // Breeding

Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, teasing, public sex, vaginal sex, cream pie

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It had slipped out during sex and he hadn’t even realized it. Not until you were gone and he was alone in his bed again, humming quietly in the dark while he wonders when he can tell Missy about this thing that has grown between you and him. Waffling between fear that she will see you as some sort of replacement for her mother and guilt that he has moved on so quickly, even though it’s been years since her untimely death.

He’s almost asleep, replaying that sweaty, satisfying moment when he was just about to cum - your pussy already clamped around his cock like a vice when he had said those words. “Gonna breed you, baby.”

His eyes spring open in horror, sitting straight up in the bed. “No, no, no.” He hisses, fumbling for his phone, for the light, for his glasses and swiping two out of the three to the floor in his haste. “Fuck!”

You hadn’t said anything but that doesn’t mean much. You normally had to sneak out of the house pretty quickly after sex to go back to your own house. The last time you had lingered, you had fallen asleep and that would have been a nightmare if you hadn’t woken up to pee at four in the morning. He didn’t want Missy to catch him in bed with another woman before they could talk.

Marcus curses again, feet hitting the floor, followed by his knees as he gropes for the phone so he can send a panicked text.

Call me when you get this.

Seconds feel like hours and instead of being drowsy like he always is after sex with you, he’s wide awake and terrified of what you might say. He stares at the delivered icon, praying that he sees the bubbles pop up where you are texting him, or even better - to see your number pop up with an incoming call. However, there is nothing.

Baby, I can explain, just call me.

More hours tick by and he’s sweating, picking himself up off the floor and sitting on the edge of his bed, his stomach curled with fear and guilt. Guilt that he hadn’t told you about that particular kink yet and fear that you would find it disgusting. Again, nothing.

Listen, it just slipped out. It’s not like I want that to happen right now. Or ever if you aren’t….PLEASE call me?

This is hard to explain over text.

???

He knows you would have gotten home by now. Still the texts are delivered and not read. You are ignoring him. The only sliver of hope that he has is that the texts haven’t turned green so you haven’t blocked him. Yet.

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He’s always had a breeding kink. It was something that appealed very early on, even when he was honestly terrified of getting a girl pregnant. He blames it on some old porno he had watched when he was twelve or thirteen. Making a lasting impression on his formative years, but beggars can’t be choosers and the ‘Pregnant Nymphos’ video had been extremely hot to him.

He had been lucky that his late wife had been accepting of it. She hadn’t thought him weird, although he had kept it hidden until they had been trying for Missy. Then that kind of talk had been acceptable and even sexy while he was actively trying to get her pregnant with his baby. He had been allowed to explore that. Murmuring filth into her ear and moaning about how he was going to fill her up until it took. It had probably been the best sexual experiences he had.

Now, he had been trying to keep it reined in. He wasn’t sure how you would feel about that kind of thing, even though you were pretty open sexually. Hell, you had let him fuck your ass, and slap your pussy. Although neither one of you had really cared about the pussy slapping.

This though. This was much larger than swatting your clit or working his cock into your ass after half an hour of prep. This was something that could be a total turn off for you. He’s definitely had dates where they thought it was gross, disgusting, demeaning and even one woman had called it misogynistic, so it wasn’t like it was the top five topics he discussed.

Marcus doesn’t sleep at all, waiting for you to text him back. Tell him to fuck off or that you weren’t going to see him again. Checking his phone almost obsessively until the late night turns into early morning and it’s time to drag himself into a shower before Missy wakes up and he has to get her off to school and himself off to work. Where you might just make his humiliation public in front of everyone at the Heroics Headquarters.

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Fuck. You are wearing that skirt. The one that he had first noticed you in when you started. The one that had him thinking about fucking you while he shook your hand and introduced himself although you already knew who he was. Everyone in the world knows Marcus Moreno, although he prefers to believe that they don’t.

Your brows are lifted in greeting but you don’t say anything, making him start to sweat until his leather jacket and he swallows, looking around to make sure that no one is close by before he speaks. “We need to talk.”

“Oh?” You play innocent, although he can see the small twist of your lips and he wonders what kind of game you are playing. “About what?”

Taking your arm, he guides you to his office. If he’s going to make an ass of himself - again - he’d rather do it in private. He wants to throw up, rubbing his hands on his pants and taking off his glasses and then putting them back on and pushing them up the bridge of his nose is a nervous tic that it more about buying time than anything. “Listen….” He cringes at the way he’s started but there’s no going back now. “About what I said-”

“That you wanted to breed me?” You ask, deciding that now was the perfect opportunity to hop up on his fucking desk like he had imagined you six thousand times and smirk at him. “Is that what we are talking about or the hundred text messages you sent me last night.”

Marcus huffs, embarrassed. “You didn’t answer.” He points out, as if that is any reason for melting down and sending text after text.

“My phone was on Do Not Disturb.” You take the wind out of his sails, making his shoulder round slightly. “I didn’t see them until I was about to leave for work.”

“Oh.” So he had a shitty, sleepless night for nothing, imagining all the ways you were ignoring him or making some mocking threat on Reddit about how your superhero boyfriend has a breeding kink. He may or may not have checked the threads about the Heroics a time or twenty. “So yeah-”

“Do you want to breed me?” His eyes widen and for a split second nothing registers in his brain. His cock hears it loud and clear and you are very aware of that from the way your smile grows wider and you hum as you shift on his desk.

He shakes himself out of his stupor and flusters. “I mean- not- not- not like- it’s more that- it’s a-” He stutters and stumbles over the words that are rushing around in his mind and all trying to come out at once. Until he finally just gives up and looks at you hopelessly, giving a vague shrug of his shoulders and wishing that there was some national - no, world emergency right now. Aliens would be good.

You purse your lips, giving him a disappointed look and shaking your head. “So you don’t want me to take off my panties and beg you to fill me up?” You ask, spreading your legs as wide as your skirt would allow you to, shimmying on his desk and working it up your thighs. “You don’t want me to beg you to breed me? Fill me with your baby and fuck me full until it takes?”

If he were a lesser man, he would be on his knees right now, begging to make that a reality. As it is, he’s already hard, mouth dropped open in surprise as his cock tents his pants and nothing but a low moan can be heard from him. Giving away that blatant desire for that exact thing.

“Because I thought about that all night last night.” You continue on. “Even had to touch myself again. Imagining you saying that again. Demanding that I beg you for your cum.” Marcus whines, stepping closer to you as you hike your skirt up to your hips, showing off the panties you had worn today. They are sexy, like everything you wear, but the crotch is soaked.

His chest seems to collapse and expand at the same time, unable to breathe or even think about anything but the wet spot on your panties and the warmth and wetness beneath it. The fact that you want to talk to him about breeding you while he’s buried inside that sweet little pussy. “Fuck.”

“If you pull your pants down.” Your joke is lighthearted, meant to make him laugh but all he can do is try to follow that order as quickly as fucking possible. Harder than Miracle Man’s punches and throbbing at the mere suggestion that he gets to live out his breeding kink right now. He knows you are on birth control. That conversation has been well established, but the thought is what gets him going.

As quick as he is pulling his cock out, your panties are pushed to the side and he is sinking into you with a groan. Kissing your lips when he’s buried to the hilt and already about to explode. “Tell me again.” He grunts out, jolting inside you when you squeeze him tight.

Your lips against his ear makes him shiver, words cooed directly into his ear. “I want you to fuck me full, Marcus.” He smothers a groan, biting his lips so hard he will have left a mark. “I want to feel your seed inside me all day and imagine that you bred me.”

Marcus isn’t one to growl, at least he doesn’t think that he is, but the feral rumble that echoes out of his chest can only be described as just that. A growl. His arms tightening around you and his hips pulling back so he can set a frantic pace.

Its unhinged, fucking into you like it will be the last thing that he does. Maybe it will be because he can’t seem to draw a breath as he pushes into you again and again. Groaning and saying every filthy thing that he’s thought over the past months while he's been inside you. Hell, everything he’s thought since he’s met you.

“Made for my cock.” He hisses, pulling your ass to the edge of the desk and pounding into you with sharp, harsh swings of his hips. “Perfect place for me to plant my seed.”

Your pussy clenches around him, making him grin at the way you whimper his name and your legs wrap around his waist and pull him closer. Wanting him to get deeper. “Fill me up.” You beg, leaning back slightly and rolling your hips down to meet his hectic thrusts. “M-Marcus please. Want it.”

He grunts, leaning in and nipping your ear, making you yelp and clench around him again. “Going to baby. Gonna fill you up, paint your pretty little pussy full of my cum.” He hisses, rocking forward and his thighs slap against the table.

You whimper, nodding and holding onto his shoulders while he pushes both of you higher. Every thrust rocking deep and hitting that wonderful little spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

“You want that?” He demands, his jaw tight and the corded muscles on his neck straining. “Tell me.”

“I want that.” You cry out softly, conscious of the fact that you are in his office and others could possibly hear you. “Marcus bred me.” Your plea is more like a wail, dragged out of you where only he can hear.

His fingers turn to granite, digging into your hips and ass while your world explodes. Stars burst and colors flash behind your eyes while electricity seems to flow through you, consuming you.

Marcus moans, barely lasting another thrust before he is pushing deep, grinding into you until he cums. Pouring into you like molten heat, filling you and fulfilling that desire to spill his seed inside you. “Fuck, take it.” He hisses. “Take every drop.”

You whimper while he rocks into you, holding him to you. “Fuck Marcus, so good.” You whisper. “You fill me up so well.”

His eyes close and smiles as he tucks his head against your neck. He had been afraid that he was going to lose you because of his breeding kink, but it turns out you might have a bit of one yourself.

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 8- Voice Kink

Marcus Moreno x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.1k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, established relationship, sweet Marcus, use of “good girl” and “yes ma’am”

Notes- So I originally had Frankie Morales for this one, but I decided to switch it out, and I’m glad I saved Frankie for another one! And I’m so happy with how this one came out too, I just kinda let it flow as I wrote it lol! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

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“Hey baby,” Marcus walked up behind where you stood in the kitchen and purred in your ear as he rested his hands on your hips, “I’ve missed you.”

You gasped, startled as you didn’t hear him come through the door. But you quickly spun around and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and embraced him tightly, “Marcus,” you breathed.

Marcus hummed as he ran his hands up and down your sides, caressing every inch of your body as he held you tightly. He whispered your name and placed soft kisses along the side of your face. “You smell so good honey,” his tone was low yet soft.

You let out a moan at his words. Marcus was always heavy on the praise, but you also just couldn’t get enough of simply listening to his voice. You loved the way he said your name in that low tone, you loved when he called you one of his many pet names for you, you loved when he went on about how much he loved you. Just hearing the words from his lips made a rush of need pulse through you, and Marcus noticed.

He turned you around and kissed your lips. What started gentle quickly turned more heated as he dipped his tongue into your mouth and played with yours. Marcus swallowed the moan you let out as you clung to him and surrendered yourself to his kiss. While still locked together, Marcus ushered you back up against the counter and guided your body so that he helped you push yourself up onto the countertop.

“Marcus…” you whispered as he kissed his way along your jaw.

You both tugged at the other’s shirts, and in a flash both of you were topless in the middle of the kitchen. Suddenly, you were grateful Missy was away for the weekend, otherwise you and Marcus might have had an awkward conversation with her later. But for now, it was just the two of you, and you were both ready to take full advantage of the alone time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he spoke with such adoration before he wrapped his arms around you again and made himself comfortable between your parted legs.

“Mmm,” was all you could respond with as Marcus’ large hands cupped your breasts. Somehow, between the way he squeezed and kneaded your flesh and ran his fingers across your nipples, you found your voice, “Keep talking, baby.”

Marcus smirked as he rested his forehead against yours, “You like when I tell you how gorgeous you are? Or how good you are for me?”

A whimper escaped your lips as his hands ran down the front of your body, “Yeah…” you paused as his fingers worked to free you of your pants, “But I just like hearing your voice more than anything.”

Heat rose in your body as Marcus yanked your pants off with a groan, and you only needed to shift slightly to allow him to remove them. And you glanced down and noticed he took your panties along with them, leaving you completely bare on the kitchen counter. When you looked up and met his gaze, you saw a newfound passion behind those dark eyes.

“You like when I talk to you, huh?” he asked softly with a grin. Marcus cupped your pussy and stroked his fingers along your folds, “Answer me,” his command was hushed yet his words still held weight.

You trembled in his grip as you clung to his shoulders, “I do,” you whispered and suddenly felt embarrassed at your confession.

Marcus only smiled as he slowly pushed two fingers into you, “Well,” he purred as you let out a loud moan, “I like when you scream for me,” he pumped his fingers in a steady and gentle rhythm, “I like when you’re so wet around me,” he kissed your lips, “I like when you’re so good for me like this.”

“Marcus…” you moaned louder as he filled you with his fingers over and over again.

“You’re so pretty when you let go like this,” Marcus groaned as he cock strained in his pants. He never tore his eyes away from your face as he kept his forehead against yours and pumped his fingers a little faster, “I love the sounds you make too, baby.”

All you could do was moan and cry out as Marcus thrust his fingers even deeper into you. “Yes,” he cooed, “That’s it sweetheart.”

He tightened his grip on your hip with his other hand as he pushed his fingers into your pussy as deep as he possibly could. You threw your head back and cried out loudly as Marcus’ fingers hit spots inside you that you didn’t even think were possible. With his fingers fully buried in you, Marcus used his thumb and rubbed at your clit with expert precision.

“Oh fuck… Marcus…” you shook as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

“I know baby,” he thrust his fingers once and stilled them deeply inside you again, “You feel so good… My good girl,” he crooked his fingers and stroked your inner walls while his thumb rubbed harder and faster on your clit, “Now let me see how pretty you look when you cum on my fingers. Show me how beautiful my lady is.”

The sound of his voice paired with how he worked you so well sent you over the edge and with a loud scream you came hard. Your pussy gushed into Marcus’ hand as he massaged your core and hit every spot that drove you wild. Tears filled your eyes as you clung to him for dear life as you rode out your climax on his thick fingers.

Just as Marcus brought you to your peak, he helped you down just as thoroughly and he slowed his movements as the aftershocks of your orgasm pulsed through you. He groaned as your pussy clenched his fingers hard until he stilled himself completely. Once he was sure he pulled every ounce of climax from you, Marcus slowly pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his arms around you.

“You alright, baby?” he whispered in your ear and he kissed the side of your face and caressed your back.

“Perfect,” you replied, “I love you Marcus.”

He smiled, “I love you too, honey.”

As much as you wanted to stay like this forever, you felt the strain of Marcus’ clothed cock and you smirked as you pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, “Now how about I take care of you,” your tone was low as you pushed yourself off the counter, “But as long as you keep talking.”

Marcus’ skin heated as he swallowed hard, “Yes ma’am.”

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ironmandeficiency · 2 years

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pedro boys as high school teachers (modern au)

boys included: javi p, pero, jack, frankie, din, javi g, dieter, oberyn, marcus p, marcus m

word count: 1161

summary: there are just my thoughts on what high school subjects some of the pedro boys would teach, modern au

a/n: decided to reread the agm universe by @forever-rogue & it gave me an idea so here we are. i’m sorry if the formatting is jank, i’ve been posting from mobile for like two months now. also i know the ms. frizzle gif isn’t quite relevant enough but you can fight me

javier peña — javi is peak history teacher material. his students are juniors & seniors because he doesn’t have the patience for lower class bullshit. his philosophy is that students take his class seriously or not at all. took up coaching girls basketball one year because the last coach quit on short notice & admin begged him to take the spot; the year he coached was the first time in 30 years that their team went to state. became best friends with pero through their respective subjects & will have drinks together on weekends. doesn’t give grades that end with nines & will bump them up a point (69 to 70, 89 to 90, etc.) to not be a dick.

pero — geography. scares students stiff but does have a soft spot for those who put effort into his class. offers bonus points on tests for those who go to the local ren fair, and students are surprised to see their teacher wearing full garb & fighting in duels. his classroom is across from javi p’s & they watch each other’s classes when needed. they have the same lunch & conference, so when there’s nothing to do they like to talk shit about anything and everything. they gossip like old women & playfully bicker like old men. pero is often called “the gordon ramsay of teachers” & framed a photoshopped picture of their faces on the other’s body sent to him by a student.

jack daniels — football coach & ffa. he has and will continue to drive things to work that aren’t regular vehicles (tractors, horses, golf carts, even a donkey once). freshmen are surprised to see that he actually does own a highway legal means of transportation. all the ffa animals are kept in a separate barn on his ranch not even three miles from the school & will let students ride in the bed of his truck or on his trailer on the way there & back for class (parents do sign permission slips for it). lets students control the aux cord on these trips as long as it doesn’t have curse words, but the way to his heart is if someone plays reba. hosts the yearly chili cookoff to support the ffa, and it’s always a hit. he buys a stetson for each class that the students sign at the end of the school year & hangs them all up around the ffa barn.

frankie morales — softball coach that also teaches algebra 1 & 2. he has such a math brain & is super lenient when it comes to the students that have a harder time grasping the subject. very passionate about coaching & does not tolerate any bullying within the team, on the field or off it. wants to set a coaching standard for when his daughter starts playing; he wants her to know how a coach should treat their team early on. she comes to after school practices & all the girls love her to bits. frankie lets her in the dugout during games to motivate them. offers snacks for kids who come to tutorials because he knows they are hungry by the end of the day no matter when they had lunch, and that full bellies equal full attention.

din djarin — chemistry & physics. is very intimidating until it’s a couple months into the year & his students are finally comfortable asking him personal questions. they accidentally see a picture of him and his son on his computer’s desktop one day & just like that, he’s no longer piss-your-pants intimidating. he can be stern when he needs to be, but overall would rather not. he makes these two difficult subjects much easier to learn & will have so many cool lab demonstrations (some are mythbusters level) that occasionally border on dangerous. gets along with coworkers by not getting involved in drama & doing his job, doesn't have time for the bs.

javier gutierrez — this man definitely has a flair for the dramatic & would be an amazing theater director, albeit a bit dreamy. would recruit the art teacher from across the hall that he knew had acting experience to help in one production & suddenly, they’re co-directors. students favored him highly whether they took theater or not; something about him just oozed kindness & compassion, and the kids trusted him. insists the students either call him mr. g or javi, he feels that the standard honorifics are too stifling. him & dieter will buy their students fast food after days spent making set pieces & rehearsals in the auditorium. the queer kids feel hella safe with him & actually have a kinda-joke ship going with him and dieter that neither men are upset over.

dieter bravo — art teacher turned surprise theater co-director. always shows up looking like a hot mess because that’s just who he is. very lax and chill with students but will be the first to call out bullshit if it walks thru his door. drinks several coffees a day & despite the vast number of almost-pajamas he wears, some doubt whether he even sleeps at all. is the one who reigns in his counterpart when things go awry. recruits his best students to help make set pieces for theater & bribes them with free food bc he knows the way to win kids over. plays it off when students talk about the (b)romance between him & javi g but is actually pretty flattered.

oberyn martell — this is the english teacher that the lgbt+ kids flock to immediately. between him & javi g, they have an even split of the school’s queer kids idolizing them. also coaches the cross country team where usually two (or more) of his daughters participate yearly. is able to separate coaching from his fatherly duties so he doesn’t turn into a coachzilla (he’s heard about the dads who go batshit when coaching their kids in sports & loathes them). will team w javi on assignments with historical emphasis (mostly essays and book reports) & will allow students to write one essay that covers both assignments to keep from overworking the kids. is considered a jack of all trades when it comes to different subjects, and is highly recommended when another subject has a sub & cannot teach the lesson properly.

marcus pike — is the most patient & not-confrontational teacher ever. he’s the one that doesn’t get angry, he just gets disappointed & that’s actually much worse. started the school’s photography club as a volunteer & was eventually able to get the funding to make it a class, so they hired him to teach it. his students find out he plays bass in a cover band & they flip their shit abt wanting to see him perform. during the nature photography lessons, he brings his dog to work to be the model. jack gets wind of it & encourages him to use the ffa animals too, and uses the student-taken photos on the school website.

marcus moreno — not a teacher but is head of the pta. he chaperones field trips & school dances, and fights the school board to get better resources for the whole district. (i just love him okay?)

#javier gutierrez #javier peña #pero tovar #oberyn martell #jack daniels #frankie morales #marcus pike #marcus moreno #dieter bravo #din djarin #modern au #pedro pascal character imagine #pedro pascal character headcanons #javier peña headcanon #javier gutierrez headcanon #oberyn martell headcanon #marcus pike headcanon #frankie morales headcanon #pero tovar headcanon

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rise-my-angel · 1 year

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Matching Insecurity

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Female Reader

Length: 7.8k words

Warnings: angst, angst with a happy ending, fluff, mild smut, implied smut, teasing, masterbation

Notes: Takes place after the movie but isnt integral to the plot of this story

Was it really worth it? Having the wool pulled out from over your eyes worth the coziness of the job? You were surprised honestly to get the call that you had been hired, even thought it was just a low level position it was still in the cities most secure building with the largest of names attached to it. You had applied to a nondescript secretary job, only to show up for your first day to find out it was part secretary work, and part personal assistant work to one specific boss.

The illusion though? Was gone totally the more weeks that passed. The media and online view of the Heroics was one of grandiose importance, larger than life people with attitudes superior to the citizens they protect, only to realize that most times, it was basically just a fancy office. At least where you worked. Your boss, the biggest name of them all mostly worked out of a cozy office and if you didn’t know any better, you’d never have guessed he was famous.

Finding out you would work almost exclusively for Marcus Moreno on your first day almost sent you into a panic attack just out of shock.

You later were informed that extensive checks on you were done to ensure you were a good fit and that’s why little description was given, so they could learn about you without your personal bias. But you were quiet, polite, and way too hard of a worker for what you were being paid, and so they placed you with the head of the Heroics.

Marcus was, so strangely normal. So far you never saw him in anything that wasn’t casually business, and the weapons on his office wall looked more like expensive decoration than an integral part of his power. Always busy with mountains of work, phone calls that had him sharing exasperated looks whenever you walked in on one of them, and late nights where he pestered you to go home already. Saying you didn’t need to stay and work longer, on the days he did.

He mostly stayed late the days his daughter Missy came in after school for junior training. She was always amusing. She’d plop her arms dramatically onto your desk in exhaustion only to lift up with her palm up against her cheek and ask you things. What did you like to eat, do you live alone, what did you like to do outside of work as she compared them to what she and her dad’s answers would be.

“You’re lucky you can bake, my dad and I always try but we always end up just wishing we had someone else there to help us.” There was a twinkly in her eye that said more than what she was letting on, but you chalked it up to her being surrounded constantly by Heroics or ones in training that talking to another normal person probably was a nice break for her.

Marcus finally came out of his office, leather jacket in his hand as he and Missy shared a hug. “Everything go well this time?” His voice was so comfortingly deep you caught yourself thinking.

Missy nodded, “Sort of, at least I got her to agree to give me her water when she gets too upset finally.” Marcus chuckled and smoothed out the top of her hair in a soothing manner. “I’m just glad its leftovers night, I’m way too tired to do anything.”

Marcus leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head, “You say that as if it’ll get you out of doing the dishes.” He shared a playful grin at her mock glare. She turned to you and waved her arm out to point at him.

“You see what I have to put up with?” Marcus flicked her hair, causing her to nudge his hand away from her in jest as she pretended she wasn’t going to laugh.

You raised your eyebrows and leaned on your arms resting on top of the desk and squinted slightly, whispering as if in secret. “Bring him a coffee with a little more sugar then he normally takes, the extra sweetness calms him right down.”

While you and Missy shared a little laugh, Marcus’s eyes flickered to look at you a little closer. He hadn’t realized you did that, but the pieces started to get put together. On his bad days, or just frustrated moments you tended to bring him something sweeter then normal, or innocently suggest you take up a task that normally would add an extra hour onto his workload. Little things he never once actually asked of you. All it did, was add more fuel to the ever growing emotions he was having more and more trouble keeping at bay.

He couldn’t help but watch you whispering with his daughter, and have his mind flash back to the comments she always ended up making on the drive home, how much she weirdly pushed him on certain things. He had to pull himself out of it as Missy called for him. “Are we ready to go?”

He shook the thoughts away one more. You were just good at your job, and generous just out of who you were as a person. It had nothing to do with him, and he already knew he’d have to distract Missy in the car from trying to bring it up again. He’d ultimately think about it again later tonight, but in a far more inappropriate way that he was starting to feel more and more guilty about the better it felt when you were at the forefront of his mind

Marcus nodded, grabbing her bag to carry himself, and leaned in to you pointing at the jacket hanging on the hook in the corner. “That goes for you too, it’s Friday you shouldn’t be wasting your evening when you’ve been here all day.”

Giving in, you nodded and stood up, stretching your arms up a bit to shake out the stiffness not noticing any eyes on you. “I’m not a big Friday night’s plan with other people kind of girl-” you hesitated just slightly when Marcus’s eyes narrowed at you. To you, you saw what looked like disappointment in a lack of social life, not realizing it was anything drawn from his heart. “Fine, I’ll do..something. I promise, sir.”

Marcus stood unmoving for a moment you didn’t quite get. You wondered if the look he was giving you was just analyzing what a boring assistant he was realizing you were. Getting your stuff ready to leave, you hadn’t noticed Marcus and Missy quietly talking still at your desk until you turned around with your bag. Raising your eyebrows, Marcus waves his hand for you to follow.

Oh. They waited for you to join them as they left? You spent the elevator ride trying not to listen to their conversation, but the deep bass of his voice seemed to echo in the tiny space. Marcus again made the same wave when you tried to stand back so they could leave first, instead forcing you out in step with them.

Your brain focused on the click of your shoes against the lobby floor as you all stepped outside. The chilly air felt both stinging and refreshing on your face. The later seasons always blew in a crisp kind of air that felt somehow fresher than the heavy summertime, your less then thick coat however disagreed with your assessment of the temperature. The conversation next to you catching your attention enough to stay before you decided to try and slip away quietly.

“He kept talking about something something self promotion? I mean I’ve never even been on those sites, where would I even start?” Missy was standing, arms flinging out in exasperation as Marcus leaned down to actually zip her coat up with a flat expression to Missy’s bemused one. Always complaining about getting cold too easily but too lazy to do anything about it, it clearly was a common occurrence but drove Marcus’s protective instinct nuts.

Staying bent down to her level, he sighed, looking at the floor before giving her an earnest look. “I don’t like it. Call me old fashioned dad I know,” Marcus placed a comforting hand on her upper arm. “but that kind of attention at your age is too much for you to handle alone. You’ll have too many eyes always ready to judge you.”

Missy scrunched her face as she thought it over, before her body sagged in a shrug, “I don’t even know how he posts that often, how much could Miracle Guy of all people have that much to say?”

Your breathy laugh caught their attention, Marcus standing back up straight as he looked at you while Missy turned. “You want to know his secret?” Missy furrowed her brows with a tilt of her head in curiosity. “He just gets people like me to post for him, he knows he’s not that creative.”

While Missy laughed at how typical that was for him, Marcus’s look was far more uncertain. That scrutinizing look once more, “He hired you to post for him?”

His train of thought wasn’t anywhere near yours. You shrugged, half not looking at him. “No he just kind of dumped his passwords on me and just requested to make him look good. It’s fun, he’s not exactly hard to figure out.”

You really didn’t see the issue with it, it hadn’t crossed your mind. Technically he was also your superior just giving you another task. Realizing you should have brought gloves, you shove your hands into your pockets and take a few steps downwards, away from the direction of the auto shuttle leading to the secure parking lot. Marcus called your name just before you got away. “You aren’t going this way?”

You felt a little sheepish as he nodded his head in a backwards motion. Your hands clenched and unclenched in a sudden insecurity. “Uh, no..just thought I’d stretch my legs today.”

Marcus almost took a step towards you but seemed to restrain himself. “It’s late though, we can take you home no problem.”

In your chest you felt another pang of insecurity, but brushed it off casually with a smile and shake of your head. “No please, don’t go out of your way it’s fine.” Your legs were asking you to just leave but Marcus’s almost concerned expression pinned you where you were almost by force. If you were thinking clearer, you might have remembered the metal buckles on your shoes that suddenly felt heavier than normal.

“It’s late and it’s freezing, really neither of us mind the detour.”

This time Missy was the one who interjected. “Do you normally walk home?” Oh god her expression matched her fathers perfectly. The last thing you needed was the Moreno duo trying to break your defences down and going out of their way to help you.

You stammered a bit, caught off guard as to why they seemed to care. “Just sometimes..most of the time..” By most of the time you meant every day, but you didn’t feel as if that's the answer they wanted to hear. Marcus’s face grew more tense with every word and you weren’t sure you wanted to hear what he was thinking. “I should go, I uh, I’ll see you...have a good weekend.”

You didn’t turn back as you walked away. Taking the long path to the smaller security gate on the complete opposite side of the lawn than your path home was. If you looked just to the side you could see the shuttle to the parking lot pass, and you instantly bent your head down to stare at the sidewalk below you.

It was embarrassing. That Marcus Moreno, leader of the Heroics with his nice tech filled car and his surprisingly humble sized but still gorgeous house finding out his assistant doesn’t even have a car. At least not driving you home meant you spared yourself the further humiliation of him seeing the run down apartment building you lived in. The outside usually with a few loud, drunk or high smokers making a racket, and the chipped paint and lack of any effort look of the buildings outside.

You didn’t hate it, not even the muffled yelling usually heard through the narrow halls. Tinged in an ugly yellow and orange from the light bulbs partially exposed from their lamp encasement. The building wasn’t nice and you didn’t feel inclined to get to know anyone else living here, but stepping into your own apartment at least relaxed you. It felt lived in and cozy, took a lot of effort to get it like that but the rent was as cheap as you could find and afford so moving wasn’t on your list.

Turns out you lied. To be fair, you did pace around mindlessly to come up with anything fun to do. Even scrolling through yelp to see if anything struck your fancy, but going to a restaurant alone felt embarrassing. You didn’t really drink so a bar wasn’t much of an option either. Being new in this city and putting so much into proving your worth as an assistant really left you terrible at making friends.

It wasn’t until your walk to work on Monday morning that you tried to come up with a convincing fake story so your boss didn’t think you were a complete piece of cardboard. It also struck you why you even cared. He wasn’t just your boss, he was a national hero essentially, helping to run the biggest organization of powered people in the world, what in the world would entice him about you? Deep down you knew why, but admitting what that feeling deep in your heart was would be more difficult than you wanted to deal with.

All morning you had prepared this creative story of a fun, impressive outing with your friends, but by the time you reached your floor, it all became pointless. Instead, you just quietly got settled at your desk without even popping your head into his office to say good morning like usual. Only talking to Marcus when he came to you with work things and just gave short polite answers to anything else. May as well stop daydreaming.

It wasn’t until you finally went through your personal mail stack when you found a contract along with a paycheck. Marcus’s eyes were bright and endearing behind those glasses that framed his face so nicely when you knocked.

Walking in somewhat timidly you put the contract facing him on the desk. “I just saw this now, but uh, I’m not sure exactly what it’s for.” Your hands clasped together in front of you as you tried to discreetly twist your fingers around in anxiety.

Marcus only took one glance at it, before he let out a breathe of a laugh and a smile. “It’s an amendment to your existing contract.” You only furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “I- we added a clause that if you are to have an active role in controlling Miracle Guy’s social media than you should be getting paid extra for it.”

He held the paper up in the air and tapped at the check paper clipped to it with his fingers. “This is the back payment for what you’ve already done.” He tried to look you in the eye as you approached to take it back, but you were actively avoiding it. So he murmured your name to force you to look at him, “You deserve to get paid for your work, okay? You’re great and you should be rewarded for it.”

His gaze was penetrating. Something deep swirling behind it that once again felt as if he was putting a puzzle together. Grasping it gently you avoided your hand getting close to his, your sudden realization and subsequent insecurity of being seen as nothing more than an employee was influencing you to be as distant as possible. “Thank you.”

Marcus tugged it back ever so slightly as he looked at you again, only to let it go just as quick. You only got to the door before he called your name once again. “Your weekend. Did you have a good time?”

No use in lying he was just being polite. So you shrugged one shoulder as your hand gripped the open door, “Not much going on in my circles.” You couldn’t look at him right now, you felt too much like you were six again. A quiet little girl with a crush on your teacher only this time if you get caught, you won’t get a quiet kind conversation about adults and children aren’t compatible that way, you’re just going to find yourself out of a job.

You hadn’t sat down for more than 30 seconds before Marcus barrels out his office, flickering his hand to pull the door closed as he was preoccupied putting his jacket on. He leaned onto the front of your desk and it struck you how he had a soft look about him. “I’ll be out for a while, so uhm, please take a long lunch for yourself, no need to worry yourself until I get back, okay?”

You nodded gently, “Will do, sir.”

Marcus’s eyes narrowed at the formality, but he tapped at your desk before pushing off and heading directly for the elevator, only catching a glimpse of him suddenly pulling his phone out urgently before the doors shut.

You were terrible at this, by the time Marcus got back you were so engrossed in a report that your food sat in it’s container, untouched and not even warmed up yet. He approached much more calm than he left, so you didn’t catch his soft footsteps until his large frame shadowed your desk. “You’re back, is everything okay?”

Marcus looked at you before looking at the container. Letting out a loud sigh and his head tilted to the side in an unreadable irritation. He opened and shut his mouth a few times before relenting. He simply reached over and shut off your monitor.

You spun in your chair and raised your arms in question, but he only gestured to your food. He didn’t even have to say it, you just let out a deep breathe and grabbed it. Walking past his warm frame, he laid a gently hand on your waist before pulling away as soon as you turned. “Please just sit down and enjoy yourself, stop trying to do everything in one day.”

Maybe if this wasn’t the day you were plagued with sudden insecurity, you wouldn’t have completely misread his tone. You lowered your gaze and nodded before walking away. Worried thoughts swimming through your head that maybe you were doing too much, and that you weren’t performing up to standards because of it and this was his polite frustration in your work quality.

Marcus on the other hand has never seen you so downtrodden. Your normally quiet disposition now bordered on shy or uncomfortable. Biting the inside of his cheek, he once again reminded himself of the plan. It might be too abrasive if he did it, he just had to reel in this growing impatience and let Missy play the part she seemed suspiciously eager to do.

Truth be told, he was out of his depth on this one. He had been on his own for quite a few years now and in that time he had very little interest in anything or anyone besides raising his daughter. When he was told he’d they had hired someone to be his personal assistant and secretary he didn’t expect anything.

It wasn’t until you walked into the meeting room and Marcus felt that tightening in his stomach that felt foreign at that point. You were so easy to be smitten with, you were quiet, always happy to help or support anyone, you were so incredibly pretty with eyes he would fall into every time you spoke to him.

He was conflicted though, for more than one reason. First he was your boss and the last thing he wanted was for you to feel taken advantage of, but also his own guilt. Realizing he was starting to emotionally move on from that stage of grief, that he was finally having those feelings again felt strange. Especially when he thought of Missy.

The one thing that dating again always scared him was the idea that Missy would think he’s trying to replace her mother, or forget about her. She was much younger when they both lost her, and Missy has mostly grown up solely with Marcus. Would introducing someone else interrupt that harmony? The weirdest part really was how much she pushed as soon as she got out of him one day to admit he liked you.

Thankfully, she had more tact than him in being direct. Coming in after school, Missy came right up to your floor and loudly dropped her bag right beside your desk. Head shooting up, you had a real smile finally at the sight of her arms crossed on the wood with her head fitted neatly into the middle of them. “Is there something I can do for you, miss?”

You were returned a mischievous grin, pushing up a bit on her palms and tilting her head with wide eyes in a very Marcus manner. “So I’ve heard that restaurant you like is doing pretty well..”

Raising your eyebrows you put your elbows on the desk, hands tucked under your chin as your eyes narrowed playfully. “Oh? And which one would that be exactly?” You could see the temporary panic as the gears in her head turned. For a brief moment she looked behind you for a second, to quick to turn your own head before she found her answer.

“That ugly one shoved between the old bookstore and some empty building that somehow always smells like fresh bread.” The cheeky grin was enough to almost make you laugh. You circled in your chair as she came around to the side to see you better.

“And what per say Missy, are you suggesting I do about it?”

Her answer was immediate and confident. “You come to dinner with us.” That wasn’t what you expected honestly. As you were taken back, Marcus appeared by you two as he and Missy greeted each other before he turned to you with a soft look.

“We’d love to have you join us.” Seeing your hesitant look he clarified. “Only if you’re comfortable, but we just thought it’d be nice to take you out, outside of work.”

Missy leaned into her fathers side in a nudge, “He might feel that way, but I’m certainly not taking no for an answer.” Marcus scolded her quietly with a rush of her name as she stood with no shame. His head leaned down to her suddenly look up at you, and those wide eyes suckered your dumb self back in.

You inhaled a noticeable breathe, “Only if you guys are sure, you know for me to join-”

Marcus interrupted before a continued train of thought could doubt you more. “I- we’re absolutely sure.”

Missy didn’t skip a beat. “Great, we can all go together when my lesson wraps up?”

Oh absolutely not, you needed time to shake off this gloom over your head that followed you all day. You shook your head with a tight lipped smile. “I uhm, I have a few things at home I have to do first, I can just meet you there it’s not far.” Marcus was about to object but you insisted. “Really, I know when she about wraps up, I’ll just meet you two.”

Curious doubt was plastered on both Moreno’s faces, but Missy did have to leave and Marcus didn’t want to linger in case you started to feel pressured to go. You left early, but not before a gentle reminder from Marcus of the time, and once again asking if you were sure he couldn’t pick you up.

Denied again. The reminder of the run down cheapness of your apartment still lingered your feelings of inadequacy.

It had taken about five shirts tossed carelessly onto your bed before landing on the one you hated the least out of the bunch. It almost felt stupid to try and do yourself up, what point would spending extra time making your hair look pretty, or fussing with what makeup didn’t make you just look like you were trying too hard. A change of clothes you suppose was all that was worth it.

The walk was cold, the evenings dropping to almost freezing temperatures as soon as it gets dark. Your cheeks stung from the cold and no doubt your eyes looked a little red from walking in the winds path. You were the first to get there, not really a surprise, you had a tendency to get anywhere early. It was though, a thought of if you should wait inside or out. Worrying if you waited inside you’d look impatient or uncaring, you leaned partially against the prick wall, hands shoved into your pockets firmly as your body fidgeted on its own accord trying to keep from getting too cold.

You heard them before you saw them, a laughing back and forth as they turned a corner. Missy tucked purposely into Marcus’s side no doubt shielding her from the wind. As soon as you were spotted, a concerned look splashed over his features and he rushed in front of you. “Jesus, it’s freezing you didn’t need to wait out here for us like this.”

You tried laughing it off but his concern remained. “I’m okay, I barley noticed it.”

In a move you didn’t expect, Marcus almost without thinking reached to gently cup your cheek, his thumb running over the obviously cold skin. “Your body says otherwise.” Oh boy, did he even realize what this combination felt like? Those words coming out of his deep voice mixed with a gentle touch? You felt almost overwhelmed, his large hand was so comfortingly warm on your face, his finger tips rough from so many years leading his team in the field. Your mouth opened slightly with a tiny intake of a gasp, too engrossed in a touch you had never really gotten to give him an answer.

When you didn’t immediately respond, Marcus pulled his hand away, but did only drop it to your side and slid to your lower back to start moving you to go inside where it’s warm. As you talked briefly to the hostess, you missed Missy and Marcus sharing a look that spoke a language all on it’s own.

Dinner, was surprisingly normal. There wasn’t any stiff formality or undertones of being at work or with your boss. No it just felt like having dinner with two people you’ve known for a while. There was a strategy at play here, Missy talked and prompted things to smooth out any awkwardness, but always handed the reigns over to her dad and let the two of you get engrossed in whatever you were talking about.

It was really nice, the anxiety and insecurity fading more and more with every laugh or smile you shared with him, and for a while you got to forget the things that plagued you all day. You both made fun of how big the portions were, than laughed together in success when Missy finally gave in and admitted she needed a take out box for the rest of it after stuffing herself past full.

Taking off unceremoniously to the washroom, the quiet between you and Marcus matched with the coziness of the booth and dim lighting above felt much more intimate than anything you shared with him at work. He rubbed his hands together for a moment, taking a peek around to see if anyone was watching before turning back to you with a gentle murmur of your name.

“Listen I, Missy shouldn’t have been the one to ask you here. I wanted to ask you myself, but..I’m just, not used to this anymore.” Your face went from a gentle confusion quickly to a look of pain. Seeing him in such a domestic setting, you realized it was so easy to forget that a giant part of their hearts were missing.

“Really, it was very sweet of you-both of you. I’m still new so I don’t have many in the friend department, but you’re my boss I didn’t think I should be bothering you with that. You were just asking to be polite, you didn’t have to do any of this.” Your voice was quiet, a bit timid but with an underlining confidence that you knew telling him the truth was the best.

Marcus put an arm flat across the table almost about to gently grasp your wrist, “Wait that’s not-”

In a small rushed out sentence you threw your hands out almost defensively, “No it’s fine really, I get it. If I burn myself out, I’m not doing you much good am I?”

Marcus was quiet. His brown eyes looking deep into yours as he stewed in his thoughts. Your hands had fallen back down, fingers fidgeting against each other much like you did when you were nervous in his office. His gaze finally made a slow path down from your eyes. Not a linger that felt creepy, his eyes barley even focused on anything but staring down at your nervous hands.

“Marcus, sir, I- I apologize I didn’t mean make things uncomfortable.”

Marcus’s breath hitched noticeably at being called sir, but for reasons you wouldn’t discover tonight at least. He watched your hands as he slowly murmured to you in a soft, delicate tone. “You always do that.” His hands slid forward a tad on the table, “You finally open up, and I get to see you just as you are until you remind yourself of your job, and you clam right back up like the first day we met.”

Finally his slow moving hands reached their destination. His fingers hovering so lightly over yours you could almost feel his touch yet not at all. “I didn’t want to ask you out for anything other than wanting to spend time with you.”

When you didn’t pull away he finally inched the final stretch and let his fingers trace over the skin of your wrist and hand. He was so warm it almost felt like he left a burn of his touch whenever his hand moved to another spot. His sudden raise of his head caught your attention. “I’m sorry about today. I just started overthinking things, and I guess I was...”

Your eyes trailed away with your voice, you hadn’t noticed your pinky reaching out and like the weight of a feather, traced over Marcus’s own hand. All you could feel was the harshness in your throat at opening up. “I was doubting myself, maybe I was reading into things but we just-”

“Get along perfectly.” Your eyes met again, yours bordering on a bit of the sting that was typically followed by a feeling of choked up. Marcus’s was more warm this time. Unable to hide your gasp when he finally grasped your hand, just at your fingers as his thumb ran over them. “I haven’t felt anything for someone like this since her mom, I was worried today when you were so distant that I was overstepping. It’s easy to forget you work for me when I just look forward to seeing you everyday.”

You whispered his name, and it was almost obvious your heart was racing more. “I know it’s complicated, and you don’t talk to anyone else there the way you did me, and I didn’t know if I just fooled myself into seeing something that wasn’t there.”

“I like you.” His hand gripped yours tighter, unwilling to let go of your softness in that moment as he laid his heart out for you. “You can tell me no or to piss off if you want, but I do like you. A lot. The last thing I want is to scare you off, but if you ever decide your comfortable with it, I want to take you out. Properly like you deserve.”

Your heart filled up, it was such an odd feeling. This strange new life, and job and a whirlwind of emotions towards Marcus that realizing that this small intimate bubble you two worked in wasn’t just a childish fantasy you made up. You almost jumped when moving to cross your thumb with his only to be interrupted by someone knocking into your table as they passed by without so much as a sorry.

Your jump knocked yourself out of his hands, but Marcus stayed regardless. His head turning to watch Missy’s incredulous face at the people who had walked by only to realize what she may have walked in on. About to make an excuse to give you more time alone, Marcus beckoned her over with a fake annoyed tone. Yanking her into his side he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, mumbling something in Spanish that you couldn’t quite make out as she responded with a look you could only describe as proud of herself.

It made you laugh honestly. The tense overload of emotion simmered down back to a domesticity that seemed to very naturally fit all three of you. Finally relenting it was time to leave, Marcus had paid before you got the chance to even get your card out.

You turned and looked at him with a wide eyed amused look, and he was close enough to feel his breath on your face as he smiled back as he spoke. “You’re not paying even if you’re the one who asks me out next, okay? I was supposed to be treating you.”

A lightness in your chest filled you up, as you found the courage to smirk back. “If we’re playing by those rules, technically it was Missy who asked me out.” Your voice had lowered to a mocking whispered taunt and if his bemused eyebrow raise was anything to go on, you might be starting to accept he does at the very least enjoy you for you.

Missy on the other hand had her hands on her hips with a little pout, “I played matchmaker, if anything you should be paying me for my services.” Missing the incredulous look on Marcus’ face you knelt down to her eye level.

“Instead how about I pay you a free fresh baked dessert of your choice? I know you’re a sucker for soft cookies.” You and Missy both focused on each other, you definitely missed Marcus’s eyes flowing down to your ass before blinking whatever thoughts arose out of his expression and moving to stand beside both of you.

Her eyes narrowed as she contemplated the bargain. “Only if I get to eat some of the batter before you use it all.”

Marcus taking advantage of the offer as a hopeful plea of being able to spend more time with you. “La cocina de Morales is fully stocked and open all weekdays and weekends.” Your head looked up to him, before standing to your full height to better see his gentle eyes towards you. “You’re welcome over any day of the week.”

His tone less joking and sounding much more like an offer had warmth flowing from your heart out into your veins. You intended to answer jokingly, but what came out first was far from it. “You really don’t have to do that, I don’t want to intrude.”

Marcus took a small step forward, “Never.”

Both of you noticing more of a crowd starting to enter the lobby, you three quickly made your way back onto the cold streets. Without realizing it, you had begun to walk with them to the parking lot as if you were unwilling to let go of this little world you had finally felt with him.

It wasn’t until you were standing beside his car, as Missy opened the door to slide inside keeping the door open, asking Marcus if she could turn on the heat. Saying yes, he turned back to you as you looked up to him nervously before starting to fidget in place. “I guess uh, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Your face was wide eyed and hesitant, not at all matching the introspective gears turning inside Marcus’s head. “Let me at least drive you home.” His hand finding a home on your upper arm as he leaned closer, your name slipping from his mouth. “Please, it’s freezing out. I’d feel better knowing you can get home safe.”

“Marcus, I uhm...it’s not that I don’t- I mean I’m just not sure you-”

Cut off by his hand, somehow still warm despite the cold air, finding a place on your cheek. “You know I don’t look down on you for where you live right? It’s not at all what I would call a safe area but that doesn’t change how I see you.”

By your confused look, Marcus’s face turned sheepish. “Your address is in your file, I may have taken a look at the place a few weeks ago.” His hand slid from you cheek down to the side of your neck with only his thumb high enough to stroke the skin of your jaw under it. “I overheard you saying once that your neighbors made you uncomfortable but it was the only thing you could afford. I just wanted to know if you were okay or not.”

Missy at this point had poked her head out of the open door, “You could always come home with us and take advantage of the fireplace?”

Marcus turned his head saying her name in a warning. Grimacing she relented and got back into the car. You nodded when he looked back at you with an apology on his lips. “Okay, driving me home doesn’t sound too bad.”

A relieved smile graced his face, lighting up every handsome feature in an instant. “Good, great. Come on, Missy’s probably cranked the heat enough it’ll be a sauna at his point.” His hand fell to your waist as he turned you and opened the door for you.

Sure enough it was comically warm in the car. Marcus on the drive commenting how he didn’t understand how Missy could stand having the seat warmers on max for so long. It was a nice drive, but you knew you were being quiet. Not only did he know where you live, but that it wasn’t what you would call a decent area. You felt your stomach whirl at the prospect of being embarrassed once more by your differences, and wanting to feel giddy that he checked it out of worrying for your well being.

Luckily when you drove up, the outside was mostly empty spare a lone smoker desperately trying to get his lighter to cooperate. Missy turning partially to look at you with a smile, but this time less mischievous and much more small and shy. “I’m really happy you had fun with us tonight.”

Smiling at her you undid your seat belt and stroked the hair at the top of her head for just a second. “Me too. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

You weren’t sure of you meant just the days she comes up to her father’s office or if the invite to their house was genuine. Part of you still felt that insecurity of taking a place in their lives that you had no right too.

“Let me walk you over.” Marcus getting out as you walked side by side, arms brushing against the other. Your head down slightly shaking away the conflict rising inside, as Marcus eyed the rough state of the building with a harder scrutinizing look. He didn’t feel good leaving you in an unsafe area and a less than reliable apartment complex, but he knew his protective feelings towards you needed to be eased in slowly. He didn’t quite think it would scare you off completely, but he also didn’t want to come across as possessive about where you lived.

Getting to the front door, you turned to thank him for the evening only to discover he was much closer to you than before. “I had a good time Marcus, really.”

A more gentle smile graced his features, his palm one again filling your cheek with a thrilling warmth. “Listen, I know me being your boss could complicate somethings, but I need you to still know that I’m not trying to take advantage of you. This isn’t about what you do, it’s just...I’m not used to having feelings for someone again, but I don’t want to go back to pretending they don’t exist for you.”

Your own hand raised to cover part of his wrist and your hand. “If you want to stop, or take things slow I completely understand. The last thing I want is for you to feel like I’m trying to replace-”

He stepped in even closer, his lips so close to brushing against yours as he spoke. “You’re not. I promise you, sweetheart. You’re not.”

Watching his eyes flicker down to your lips, you held your breathe. The need in your heart feeling overwhelming yet unreal. Marcus though, didn’t quite have the same resistance.

At first his lips just barley brushed over yours, testing how okay you were with him, but as soon as he felt you start to lightly kiss him back it was as if a spark was lit inside of him. His grasp on your cheek held firmer as his other hand grasped at your waist pulling you in slightly.

His kiss was greedy but his mouth was unbearably soft and addictive. By instinct your hands gravitated to him. One hand sliding barley over his neck and collarbones while the other sat at his waist just keeping you upright against his growing need.

Marcus lost himself in your lips, his tongue gently teasing at you, giving your bottom lip a nip and taking advantage of the high pitched gasp to slip his tongue into your mouth. You let him dominate the kiss, the only brush you returned was as he explored your own.

It was only when his grip slipped to your hips, and stopped himself before he pulled them into his own. Taking your time to slow back down to a simmer, Marcus only pulled away after going back for one last small kiss.

Your eyes shut and chest heaving to catch the breathe he stole from you, Marcus tilted your head up to look him in the eye. “Be safe, please. I’ll pick you up in the morning, okay?”

Trying to resist you pulled away only to find yourself unable to overpower his strength. “Marcus, it’s okay, you don’t need to go out of your way just for me.”

Instead of any annoyance he smiled. Leaning in to brush his lips against yours as he spoke. “Quite the opposite. I just need a little extra time alone with you before I have to share your company again.”

Finally agreeing, he set the time he’d be there. You noting it was earlier then either of you needed to arrive there, you couldn’t help but feel a growing heat at his eyes looking over you. He left one last kiss on your lips.

He watched you at the door until you disappeared from sight up the stairs. No doubt he was about to hear it from Missy. Whatever inside of him kept flashing back to her mother, it seemed to be buried deeper down inside her. Marcus at first thought it was the feeling of betraying his wife when he no longer could deny how much he liked you.

But now he knew it was something a bit different. It was getting used to feeling alright in finding love again, getting used to the freedom to find happiness again after so many years of pushing it away. Missy might be more complicated, she was young when they lost her and she’s grown up mostly without a mother. That might be something to slowly be unpacked later. For now he felt happy, and so did she and for the Morales duo that was all that mattered right now.

It wasn’t until after you got out of the shower you saw a text from Marcus. He had never texted you before, only ever called. You bit your lip as you approached, a child like glee as you opened the message.

“Tell me if it’s too much, but I already started to miss you.”

It wasn’t too much. Something about him felt different, like he wouldn’t hurt you in ways others had before. So you kept him at ease, not wanting him to think you were apprehensive about it. The insecurity existed, but putting that on him wasn’t what you wanted.

“Missing me, or just missing my lips?”

He responded right away, as if at the ready for when you finally opened his first text. “Trust me I miss more than just your lips right now.”

There was a smile as you typed this out, it was a risk but you could still feel the weight of his tongue sliding over yours and it had kept your body in a state. “So you’re saying I shouldn’t tell you that I only read this right after getting out of the shower?”

Once again, right away. “Don’t start, baby. I’ll give you what you need, but only if you’re good enough to wait for it.” There certainly was more to this man then his kind look gave away.

You almost fell back onto the couch. How on earth were you supposed to just act like nothings changed tomorrow morning? “Do I get rewarded if behave like a good girl?”

Marcus’s resolve would shatter the next morning when he sees you. His original plan was to take you out for coffee, but after that message shot straight down to his cock, he wasn’t going to be able to resist the need to feel your lips and your bare skin against his. Luckily you had a boss that wouldn’t care if you were late.

“You tread carefully, sweetheart. You have no idea what kind of talk that’s going to get you into.”

“I’m looking forward to finding out, Marcus.”

“Me too. Now go get some sleep, I want you to feel refreshed when I finally get you all to myself tomorrow morning.”

If only you knew just how much both of you would take full advantage of being alone together.

Marcus Moreno was afterall, a constant surprise.

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