#Marcus Moreno x OC

[words-are-fireproof]

With the Kids in the Gym (Ribbons Part IV)

(gif by @nicolethered)

Summary: Marcus helps Missy with Guppy and goes out on a limb.

Rating: T

Content: kids being kids, uncertain Marcus Moreno should come with a warning, anxiety, disabled canon and original character, Marcus being soft and fluffy.

A/N: As always, this story is unbetaed. Sorry, not sorry. ;P

Word Count: 3.9k (this chapter is chonky)

[Masterlist] || [Series Masterlist] || Part Three || Part Five

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The sounds of the gym met Marcus’ ears as he stood outside the big glass windows. Big brown eyes watched as Missy and Guppy trained in front of a large mirror and punching bag. Guppy pummeled the punching bag with her shark strength, and he couldn’t help but laugh when Missy had to jump away from the bag because it kept swinging precariously on its carabiner. He couldn’t exactly tell what his daughter was saying to the little pint sized hero, but whatever she was saying wasn’t exactly sinking into the little one’s head.

Despite whatever Missy was–or wasn’t–accomplishing, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for his daughter. He never doubted her for a second. Not when the entire fate of the world rested on her small shoulders. Not when the subsequent training seemed to push her down. She kept getting back up. Every single time. He knew exactly where she got her strength from. Others would say that she got it from him, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. She got her resilience from him, maybe, but her strength she got from Laura.

A sharp pain stabbed furiously in his chest.

He took a deep breath to try to steady it, to make it go away, but it lodged there and didn’t want to move. This happened every single year, sometimes more than once a day. Around this time of year, it seemed to linger from sun up to sun down and sometimes it even seeped into his dreams and nightmares at night. Of course, Aaron’s words and the reason why he currently stood at the gym doors didn’t help matters either. He knew that. He also knew it wouldn’t go away until he did something about it.

He took a deep breath, carding a hand through his shaggy dark hair. He needed a trim. He’d set up the appointment later. For now, he let the breath steady him as he pushed into the gym, letting the door shut behind him. His eyes surveyed the thinning crowd. All the kids were there with various equipment. Training. Rewind and Fast Forward seemed to be working together much smoother than they had in the beginning. After the takeover, they still had their issues, and sometimes they didn’t work together well, but any progress was better than nothing.

Slo-Mo was the real MVP of the post-takeover team up. The slow moving hero finally moved at almost regular speed now. With Missy’s and his dad’s help, he finally learned how to control his speed. There were still moments when he moved too slowly–he noticed it when the kid seemed tired at the end of day or after a particularly long training session–but for the most part, the kid moved normally. He chalked it up to Missy’s strength as a leader–among other things.

A sense of pride welled in his chest, replacing the sharp pain for a little while.

The only person he couldn’t see in his survey of the crowd was the one person he wanted to see the most. Keilah. A frown tugged at his lips, and he tried not to entertain the disappointment he felt rising within him. Maybe she left early that day. Maybe Aaron just wanted to tease him. Maybe pursuing her would end up being a fool’s errand. Marcus didn’t know, but he didn’t like the feeling currently settling inside of him. It felt needy and desperate and oh, so terribly stupid. Why did he think he could do this, whatever in the hell this was? He was a widower. No matter what Aaron said about getting a life, it already didn’t feel worth it.

Another sigh and he walked through the gym to Guppy and Missy, just barely missing a whack from the punching bag.

“Guppy,” Missy began, exasperation tinged the edges of her voice, “try it again. Focus on the power you feel when you’re in a rage but don’t actually go into a rage.”

Guppy whipped around on Missy and bared her teeth, snapping at the older girl fiercely. Marcus chuckled softly as Guppy began waylaying the bag again.

“How’s it going nina?”

“Well, I’ve already had to break up Fast-Forward and Rewind today. Wheels is skipping arm day because he thinks he doesn’t need it, and Wild Card’s just been messing around and setting mats on fire because he can.” She huffed, her hands settling on her hips.

“Sounds like a normal day for me.”

She snorted softly. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Well, if you remember, I didn’t do a good job of it. Not at the end, after all.”

She made a face, her lips and nose scrunching a bit. “You have a point.”

“Don’t I always?” He asked as he playfully reached to pull her in a one armed hug.

“Dad,” Missy whined playfully.

“Missy,” Marcus whined back teasingly. But he let her go.

She never failed to make him feel better. He felt a surge of gratitude for her. Gratitude and pride. It threatened to boil over making him insufferable, but he held it back. She didn’t need an overly prideful father who couldn’t see her shortcomings or help her overcome them. She needed someone to help her whenever he could. He admitted, he didn’t always have the answers, but he was more than happy to try.

This felt like one of those times.

“Do you want me to get onto Wild Card?”

She shook her head. “You know it wouldn’t work.”

“You have a point.”

Then, his gaze landed on Guppy. “What’s up with her today?”

“Shark Boy and Lava Girl are off on assignment.”

“Ah. She’s having a hard time adjusting,” he said knowingly.

“You know her well,” she admitted easily.

He wasn’t sure how true that was. He felt like he knew Guppy well. Truthfully, he had a soft spot for the little girl. In a lot of ways, she reminded him of Missy when she was her age. Missy had been a wild child. He and Laura had a hard time reigning her in. When she had just learned how to walk, she toddled everywhere, getting into everything, tearing books off shelves and pulling pans out of cabinets to bang on them and make noise. She had a wicked temper sometimes. Only Laura could calm her in those days. After she’d died, Missy seemed to calm down a lot, perhaps somehow knowing that he’d need a much more mellow child. He loved both sides of Missy. Just as he adored both sides of Guppy.

“I do,” he concured. “Tell you what. Take ten or go help someone else. I’ll handle her for a little bit.”

Relief immediately spread over Missy’s face. “Thanks, Dad.”

She left to go help put out one of Wild Card’s fires. He watched her walk away with a smile before he turned his attention back on Guppy. The little girl’s wild punching of the bag ceased. Wide blue eyes trained on him and her stance immediately softened. He grinned, crouching down to get on her level.

“Hey, Guppy.”

“Marcus!” She wrapped her arms around him in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

He hugged her back briefly. “Well, I’m here to see if Missy needs any help.”

She pulled back a little to peer at him curiously. “You’ve never came and helped before,” she said, her little lisp making him smile wider.

“No, I know.”

She frowned. “Did we do something wrong?”

He settled her gently back on her tiny feet. “What? No.”

“Because when the grown ups come to check in on us, it’s because we did something wrong.”

Marcus shook his head, his kind eyes trained reassuringly on her. “No, Gup. You’re fine. Though,” his gaze flicked over to Missy and Wild Card, “I might have to get onto Wild Card.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “He’s not being very nice to Missy.”

“Yeah, I know. But he’s just a kid. You’re all kids. You’re allowed to have bad days sometimes.”

Her little face scrunched up as she stood there and thought what must have been a mighty large thought. His expression softened and he had to resist a laugh as it began to bubble up in his chest.

“Marcus?”

“Yes, little miss?” The nickname fell from his lips easily without him even realizing it.

Her lips curved into a wide smile that almost devoured her face. She liked that nickname. He’d have to remember that.

“Are adults allowed to have bad days, too?”

The blood in his veins buzzed a little bit. For a moment, he allowed his attention to drift. The sound of a fire extinguisher hissed to his left. He tilted his head. He didn’t need to look behind him to know that Missy was dutifully putting out literal fires. Then, to his right, he heard the door to the gym squeak open and squeak shut, latching with a soft click that he felt more than heard. A rather unfortunate training mishap had seen the then head of HQ swap out all metal from the gym equipment, but the door hinges and door knob hadn’t ever been changed. They always pulled at his powers when he wasn’t paying attention, his fingers tingling with the life in them.

When he looked toward the door, he saw Keilah with her head down, stalking across the gym with her head down, hair swept up in a ponytail. Her ever present headphones sat dutifully in her ears. His heart pounded in his chest. Aaron was right. She came to train at the end of the day. In the back of his mind, it made sense. With the kids here, there were less adults present. Less adults meant less people intent on bothering her. He’d have to remember that.

Keilah sat her stuff down at the leg press just across from them. Marcus watched her for a long moment before he remembered that Guppy asked him a question and he hadn’t responded yet.

He cleared his throat and returned his attention to the little girl in front of him.

“They have more bad days than you think they do.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Do you have a lot of bad days?”

Marcus nodded. “I do.” He took a breath, considered, then continued, “You know this morning I destroyed a sofa bed because I had a bad night.”

The look on her face broke his heart. He briefly wondered if it was a bad idea to let her in on his bad days, but if they helped her, maybe it wouldn’t be a total loss.

“Missy says I need to control my shark frenzies because it’s bad for the team.”

“You don’t think they’re bad, do you?” He asked curiously, figuring he knew what the little girl would say.

“I’m stronger when I’m in them,” she stated with a shrug.

“Maybe you are, little miss, but think of how much stronger you’d be if you channeled your strength and were fully conscious of what you were doing.”

Guppy lifted an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you should stop relying on your frenzies and train your natural strength.”

She stared at him for a long moment before shaking her head. “I don’t understand.”

Marcus blew out a breath, palming the back of his neck as he tried to think of an easier way to explain what he meant. All the while, his eyes drifted over to watch Keilah as she began her work out. He longed to talk to her, but he knew that helping Guppy was the right thing to do. That and he could hear Missy and Wild Card arguing behind him.

“Okay, so. Your frenzies put others at danger because you let anger…push you along. Right?”

“Yes…” she answered slowly, uncertainly.

“So what you need to do is find inner peace. There you find your greatest strength.”

She frowned. “How do I do that while fighting?”

“I’m not sure.” He rested his hands on hips, fingers tapping his belt in thought. “You meditate, right?” Guppy nodded eagerly. “What do you do to meditate?”

She shrugged elaborately. “I just sit down and not listen to people.”

A strangled laugh died rather unceremoniously in his throat. He shouldn’t laugh, but he couldn’t help it. It was such a simple answer for such a complex little girl.

“It doesn’t help, does it?” She shook her head. “I didn’t think so.” He tapped his belt some more as he continued to think. “Okay, we’re going to try something. It’ll be a work in progress, so you’ll have to trust me.”

“I trust you.”

You’re the only one, he thought bitterly, and he wasn’t even sure why he thought it.

“So…can I ask you something? Before we start?” She shrugged. “How do you feel right now?”

Her face scrunched in thought. “Sad. I miss my mom and dad.”

“I know how that feels. Being sad. You know how I use my sadness to fight? I channel it through me and let it fuel me, but I also use it to calm me.”

“Sadness calms you?”

“Yeah, in a way. Because I miss my wife, and when I think about her, it makes me sad but I also remember the good times we had together. So, think of your mom and dad and think of all the good times you have when they’re here.”

“You think that will help me?”

“I think it could, yeah. So, try it. Punch the punching bag and let the sadness and happiness move through you, but try to keep the anger at bay. Try not to be angry at them. They will be back soon and think of how great that will be.”

Her brows furrowed thoughtfully as she slowly turned to face the punching bag. She considered it for a long moment then started punching the bag, slowly at first, then quicker as time went on. He wondered if what he said was working for her. He wished he had powers of telepathy, but then he was glad he didn’t. Telepathy would be too much to bear for him. He knew this far too well. He’d seen good heroes come and go who had telepathy and they couldn’t be saved. He didn’t want to be one of those people.

His thoughts were pulled from that line of thinking and he turned to watch Keilah as she sparred silently with a holographic sentinel. Marcus envied her solitude. He wished he could have just a fraction of it. He wondered if it would make him feel better. Maybe it could help him feel more centered and less out of control, especially now as he dealt with the memories that continued to pummel him, even as he stood there. He listened to the faint squeaks of the punching bag, not paying attention to Guppy until he heard the loud thump of the bag breaking free from its hook on the wall and falling to the ground a few feet ahead of them.

“Oops,” Guppy quickly covered her mouth in horror. “I’m sorry, Marcus.”

“Hey, it’s okay. There’s no need to apologize.” He glanced between the downed bag and the little girl beside him. “Are you angry?” She shook her head. “How do you feel?”

“Strong,” she beamed in pride behind her hands.

“I’d say it worked, then, don’t you?”

“Well…”

“Guppy.”

“I might have gotten a little angry.”

He crouched down in front of her. “Can I ask why?”

It looked like Guppy was about to answer when her blue eyed gaze rose to just past his left shoulder. He turned to be met with Keilah, all beautiful and wonderful and standing there with her hair pulled up in a ponytail, barely breaking a sweat despite her fight with the sentinel. She smiled down at him and his heart skipped a beat. He tried to ignore the fact that Guppy stood there, watching him and his reaction to the woman. He could see out of the corner of his eye that the little girl was smiling from ear to ear. Dios mio.

“Uh, hi,” Marcus said as he stood up to face her.

Hi, she hastily scrawled on the notebook she held in her hand. I wondered if I could help you?

“Help…help with…” He trailed off and motioned at Guppy who just giggled.

“My name is Guppy!”

Hi, Guppy. If you have it handled, then I can just go.

“Oh, no. It's fine. You can help. Of course you can help.”

She laughed and looked at the bag on the floor before scribbling quickly, Can’t help with the punching bag, though.

Marcus chuckled as well, trying to keep from snorting unceremoniously. He turned to look at Guppy. “Want to move to the sentinels?” The little girl nodded eagerly. “Perfect. Let’s move over there.” Then he frowns. “I won’t be kicking you out, will I?”

Keilah shrugged. It’s okay. I’m not feeling like training today anyway.

He laughed again. “Noted.”

The three of them went off to the little corner of the gym that Keilah once occupied and the three of them began to train. Marcus tried to keep himself from staring at Keilah too much, but he didn’t feel very successful with that endeavor. She looked beautiful. Even with the headphones in her ears. Even in her gym clothes. Especially in her gym clothes. He tried not to be lewd, but as she crouched down to help Guppy, he couldn’t help but sneak a look. He immediately felt dirty and straightened up, averting his gaze from her to focus on Guppy.

Soon, Guppy was off fighting sentinels on her own and the two of them watched her closely. He stood near enough to Keilah that he could feel the heat radiating off the skin of her arm. In fact, he could feel the blood singing in her body, the iron calling to him faintly under layers of skin, muscle, and sinew. It felt so strange yet not unwelcomed. Not at all. Marcus liked feeling it. For the most part, he’d learned to ignore it. But with her, it was hard to ignore. It felt like a siren’s call, his fingers tingling with the feeling. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he couldn’t imagine that would go over very well. He knew it wouldn’t. So, he shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to ignore it.

He also tried to ignore it when he felt a very soft hand lay briefly on his forearm. He turned to face her and was immediately met with her notebook full of her delicate writing.

My name’s Keilah. I’m sorry. I realize now we’ve never properly met.

He shook his head. “It’s alright. I’m Marcus.”

Her cheeks turned a light pink as she wrote quickly. I know who you are. I used to have your poster hanging up in my room. She looked mortified as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ears, showing him what she wrote.

He chuckled, palming the back of his neck awkwardly. “Oh, um, thanks, I guess?”

She scribbled quickly on her notebook again. Sorry. This is awkward. I…don’t usually talk to people.

“Is it okay if I asked why?”

I’m deaf.

His eyes briefly widened. “Oh, oh. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I didn’t realize that. It makes sense now.” Then his brows furrowed in thought. “Do I need to be writing on the notebook too? Would that be easier?”

Her shoulders relaxed a bit and even the blood in her body seemed to stop moving so quickly. Her heart slowed down. He felt it and immediately knew the answer to that question.

It would be, actually. Reading lips exhausts me. I try to make do, but it doesn’t always work.

Marcus smiled, holding out his hands expectantly for the notebook. He tried to ignore the way her eyes seemed to shine at the realization that he was serious. He was going to do this for her. He wondered how many people overlooked her because of her disability, how many people didn’t make concessions for her. He imagined that more often than not, people didn’t care or take the time to learn what she needed to thrive.

When he took the notebook, he immediately started writing. What else would make you more comfortable? If you don’t mind telling me.

She stood there, considering that for a long moment before she took the notebook again to write, I can’t think of anything right now. If I think of something, I’ll let you know.

He nodded. Awkward silence settled over the pair. Guppy continued to fight, but Marcus noticed that she was beginning to slow down. The girl must be getting tired. He shut off the simulation after she downed one of them with some difficulty. Confusion shone all over her face as she looked over to the both of them.

“That’s all for the day, Guppy. You did good, little miss.”

She beamed. “Thank you, Marcus.”

“You’re welcome. Now get cleaned up, okay?”

She nodded eagerly, disappearing into the newly designated kids’ locker rooms to get cleaned up and changed into her regular clothing. One by one, the other kids began to do the same, all of them in various degrees of exhaustion until the only people left in the gym were him, Keilah, and the trainer who had the rather unfortunate job of trying to find a new place to hang the punching bag. It made him chuckle quietly to himself.

Suddenly, he felt the edge of the notebook poke into his chest. He looked down, eyes scanning the writing.

You’re good with her.

Guppy? Oh, yeah. She’s one of Missy’s best friends. She’s fun.

It seems like it.

Yeah. He took a deep breath, about to hand the notebook back to her when he took a leap, deciding to add something to it that made his heart pound in his chest. Do you want to go get lunch with me?

Her eyes widened briefly as she considered, writing back hastily, Sure.

He couldn’t believe it. She said yes. He thought maybe she would let him down easily and say no, but no. She said yes. He could hear the hollow rush of his blood pounding in his ears. His fingers prickled with his barely contained powers. At the front of the gym, he could hear the hinges and the door knob of the door squeaking under the pull of his metal manipulation. He swallowed thickly and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“Sorry. Um, great. That’s great. Is tomorrow too soon?” Keilah shook her head. “Good. Good. That’s…that’s great, actually.”

She beamed right as Missy came out of the locker room, her bag slung over her shoulder. “Dad, are you ready to go?’

He turned his attention to his daughter. “Si, I’m ready. Let’s go.” Then he turns back to Keilah. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” She nodded. “Perfect.”

He smiled, in fact, he couldn’t stop smiling. His powers still tugged at the metal in the doorframe despite them being shoved in his pockets. He could still feel the slight tingle of the iron in her blood. He tried to ignore it but couldn’t. For the first time in a long time, he felt alive. Now if only he could stop himself from going power crazy before he got home. This should be interesting.

[yourstrulylightstar283]

Happy belated anniversary to old PWC! 😀🎊🎉🎉🎊

Poorly Wired Circuit 1 Year Anniversary

Sentimental post incoming-

1 year ago today I posted the first chapter of Poorly Wired Circuit. I really didn’t know if I would post the second chapter let alone finish the story I wanted to tell but somehow a year later, the story isn’t only finished but I got to give Marcus Moreno the happy ending I wanted so desperately for him to have.

Even better than that, I became a part of fandom of endless talent, hilarity, and crazy shenanigans. I made lifelong friends that I wouldn’t trade for anything, and I found a place to share my silly stories that up until a year ago were only inside my head. Never could I have imagined all of this.

Thank you! To every single reader, follower, mutual, and friend- my life is richer for having you in and I am endlessly grateful for all of you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

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[xmissrogersx]

Hi everyone!

My name is Priscila, and i’m new in tumblr! I just wanna thank you for the love u give to my stories! You are amazing girls!🩷

I have so many ideas to write (and of course i know about who u want) so please let me know in the comments what you want to read!

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I’m Argentina, 23 years old, i love the period drama, my favourite movie is the princess diaries and i study journalism.

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[fireflyhq]

Exciting news/also a cry for help </3 but, I'm going to be opening up requests as well as writing my own story!

This is a huge thing I'm taking on, as I miss my love of writing and would love to strengthen my skills (and get back into having good grammar, because god knows years of not writing correctly and using text slang has fucked it up💀💀) as well as have an outlet for my creativity and thoughts.

For requests I'm going to put out a list of what fandoms, characters etc I can/will write for. So please be on the look out for that!

In regards to my own personal story, it will be TLOU centered as well as a Canon x Oc love story between my character Rhiannon Hemmingway and Joel Miller. Cringey, I know, but I hope you'll enjoy their complex love story (and the extra characters I added because Ellie def needed a queer/nb sibling <3.) The story will be titled Will You Ever Win? and I hope to begin the drafts for it soon! I'll also be posting character descriptions so people get the know a little about the characters before getting into the story.

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I can't wait to get started on this new journey!

[bittercoldbrew]

I have been struggling to write anything for months, and yet of course now that I've got a lot of something else to do on a very firm deadline the ideas start coming and they don't stop coming

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[yourstrulylightstar283]

Adorable, I love Marcus and Evey's meet cute moment so much and thank you🥰

The Regulars

Summary: Marcus and Missy befriend a waitress at their favorite diner.

Requested by @yourstrulylightstar283

Rating: General/Everyone Warnings: Marcus Moreno x OFC named Evey, father/daughter banter, mention of stressful working environment, otherwise just fluff and cuteness. Word Count: 1175

   ”Again, dad?” Missy asks when he puts the menu down, already knowing what he’s picked, even though he hasn’t said anything.

   “What?” he lovingly gripes in return, smiling as he knows where this is going.

   “There’s so much delicious food in this diner, and yet, every time we come here you order the same thing: the cheeseburger with fries. Are you scared of stepping out of your food comfort zone, or something?”

   “I’m not scared,” he huffs, “this is just the best burger in town.”

   “Alright, I didn’t wanna do this, but you’ve left me no choice,” she counters, and her tone clearly suggests she’s about to change his mind, whether he likes it or not.

   He loves when she gets all smart like this, so he leans back and feels a smile grow behind his cheeks as he watches her close her menu deliberately slowly before clasping her hands together and leaning her forearms on the table.

   “Dad, you’re a public figure,” she begins, very seriously, “which means that people pay attention to you. And what they’re seeing every time we come here, is that not only does Marcus Moreno support the meat-industry, which we all know is fubar, but that he’s also entirely unconcerned with his own health.”

   Suddenly, he doesn’t feel the smile in his cheeks anymore. Instead, he feels mildly nauseous, especially after he hears the next part of her reasoning.

   “Now, if you were a member of the public, which the Heroics are tasked with protecting, would you feel safe knowing that your supposed guardian doesn’t even take good care of himself?”

   He knows that she’s being deliberately manipulating, testing herself in how good she is at persuading others, but she’s also not wrong about anything she’s saying, and it’s surprisingly jarring to hear.    Before he’s had a chance to recover, however, the waitress comes to take their orders, and he feels a creeping panic at the back of his neck, realizing he doesn’t know what to do.

   “Hello, my name is Evey, I’ll be taking your orders today,” she says with a prize-winning smile which isn’t fake or overdone or disingenuous at all, and he’s momentarily distracted by the fact that he hasn’t seen this woman before.

   “Hi, I’m Missy, and this is my dad, Marcus,” his daughter responds, saving him from having to speak through the befuddled mess that is his brain right now.

   “Nice to meet you both,” Evey nods politely at them in turn, “what will it be today?”

   His daughter confidently asks for an omelet with a side of salad instead of potato fries, and then immediately turns the attention back to him, fully aware he hasn’t made up his mind yet.

   “Uh…” is all he says, before ripping the folded two-page menu open once again and scanning the options way too fast to actually make out what they are.

   He glances at Missy over the top of the pages, hoping she’ll start talking and give him a moment to think, but she just smiles knowingly at him while she calmly waits for him to make a fool of himself.

   “I can give you some options, if you prefer, sir,” the waitress suddenly offers him a lifeline, and he dives at it like he’s drowning.

   “Please, do. I’m sorry, I’m a bit distracted today,” he tries to explain, hoping not to look like a complete moron, although that ship has probably already sailed.

   “No problem, that’s why I’m here,” she smiles again, and then proceeds to list the entire dinner menu from memory, highlighting the nutritional benefits of each dish, as well as giving him a general idea of the flavor sensation associated with the various options.

   Marcus has been at five-star restaurants with lesser service than this, leaving him staring dumbly at Evey once she’s finished, trying to comprehend what such a talented server is doing in such a simple establishment.

   “You’re new here, aren’t you?” Missy pipes up after a moment of stunned silence.

   “Yes, it’s my first week,” the waitress confirms, and the Moreno’s exchange a look of impressed bewilderment before both turn back to stare at her.

   “I’m guessing you’ve been somewhere a bit more… demanding than this place before,” Marcus suggests, finally freed of the confusion his daughter had inflicted on him.

   “Demanding is the right word for it, indeed, sir,” she replies, and while the smile is still warm and genuine, there’s a hint of something heavy in her eyes for a moment as she says it.

   He knows that many prestigious restaurants can be hell to work at, no matter how skilled or experienced a person might be, so if she’s been at a place like that, he could understand if she needed to seek out a less stressful environment.    A small corner diner might not seem like a desired workplace for someone used to the glamour of the top tier in her field, but there are benefits to be found in the simplicity and quaintness of smaller businesses.

   “Well, I hope you’ll like it here,” he smiles back at her. “It’s not too crowded most of the time, and the regulars are pretty decent.”

   Missy rolls her eyes at him in embarrassment over the last part, which Evey notices, and an adorable giggle crosses her lips.

   “I take it you’re the regulars in question, then?”

   “Oh, he’s a regular alright. A regular cheeseburger abuser,” his daughter shoots, paying him back for her embarrassment by making him look like an idiot in front of this lovely woman.

   “Am not!” he desperately fires back, succeeding only in sounding childish on top of stupid.

   “Am too! And apparently also dishonest, since you won’t even own up to it,” she counters, and he doesn’t have a good comeback for that, so he ends up just sitting there scowling for a beat, before finally closing the menu and setting it down on the table.

   “Fine. I’ll have the damned burger.”

   He expects the waitress to politely excuse herself then, as this little tiff has probably left her feeling uncomfortable.    But when she’s still by the table after a few seconds, he looks up to find out what she’s doing, only to discover her grinning at him with her head cocked to the side, looking as sweet as a labrador waiting for ear-scritches.

   “Good choice,” she says with a wink. “It’s the best burger in town.”

   Missy’s head hits the tabletop with an audible bonk, followed by her exacerbated groan of disapproval, now directed at both the adults, as her masterful plan to manipulate her father has been ruined.    Marcus, on the other hand, can’t help but laugh, and when Evey joins in even though she has both their orders and doesn’t need to stay there any longer, he feels like a friendship has just begun, and it sends a nice warmth through his abdomen.

   “I’ll be right back with your dinners,” she giggles, and then right before she turns away, she adds: “I think I’m gonna like the regulars here.”

THE END

[nerdieforpedro]

Front Covers and WIPs

Thank you to amazing @saradika for gifting us all these cool Penguin Classic Book Cover Templates 😘

I was tagged by @604to647 and @morallyinept and their front covers are amazing so here we go!

Most of the series are on Tumblr but one or two might be on AO3 (I’m still trying to figure out what designs I might use for them. 👀)

Presenting: (With my brand of humor 😘)

The above fics are linked here: 🤣

Sard’ika Sessions / AO3 - Din Djarin x fem reader

Only Parts of You Mr. Morales / AO3 - Frankie Morales x fem OC

The Lake Between Us / AO3 - Ezra x fem OC

Honey and Sugarplum (AO3 only) Jack Daniels x fem OC

Fire and Fury / AO3 - Pero Tovar x fem OC

Weddings 101 with Dieter / AO3 - Dieter Bravo x Maya fem OC

This is the Neighborhood Din / AO3 - Din Djarin (modern version and Grogu is human) x fem OC

Green Shop of Memories (AO3 only) Marcus Moreno x fem. OC

Come live with me Angel / AO3 - Benny Miller x fem. OC

Front Office Adjunct (AO3 only) Dave York x fem. OC

I’m combining this with WIP Wednesday since I haven’t done one for a while:

“Now that’s a lie sweetheart and you know it.” His voice is low and makes her laugh. She highly doubts this, she had no idea that things would turn out this way so quickly. Before she can offer a rebuttal, Benny grabs her wrist and kisses the inside of it. “You’ve had me since we sang ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ and I wouldn’t let go of your hand. I haven’t let go of you since Angel.”

From chapter four (I’m working on it) of “Come live with me Angel” with Benny Miller and Diana (OC)

Also this:

Rolling his eyes as he watches some older woman in a yellow track suit walking a poodle and eyeing him like he doesn’t belong, he flips her the bird as she stomps away, “Nope. I did give the finger to this old woman looking at me like I’m a round peg in a square in my own damn neighborhood. She’s one of those that would calm the cops for dumb shit.” He pauses a beat, “You finished reading? Anything you wanna ask?” The older woman yells some obscenities while her dog barks at its owner’s behavior. Dieter pays no mind and starts circling the tree he’s standing next to, trying to work off some of his anxiety. “First impression at least, give me something Aisha. Any direction you might be heading with it.”

From chapter six of “A Safe Place for Us” with Dieter and Aisha. Because I can’t help but make things serious as of recently. I need more whimsy. 🥸

Last one, kinda long but, it’s me I’m long winded 🤣:

“I enjoy many a meal. A real man ain’t picky darlin’. However, I know a good brunch place that has good food and good drinks. Think we might make an afternoon of it?”

”Asking for so much of my time already? You think you’ll keep me interested that long?”

”Sugarplum, I think the real question ya should be askin’ yourself,” Jack had the nerve to move his hand from her shoulder to her hip, squeezing it and whistling when he felt how supple her flesh was as he jiggle it, “Are you going to let me dine on a particular meal I’m looking for?” A second kiss was placed on her cheek and he was pulling back his hand, but Maeve placed it back.

”I might. You’ll need to work me into it like you said Jack. Mind if we talk more first?”

This one is from Honey and Sugarplum with Jack Daniels and a fem OC. Their banter in chapter one makes me giggle no matter how many times I read it. I’m going to get it on Tumblr one day. 👀

NPT: @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @lotusbxtch @magpiepills

@syd-djarin @sin-djarin @avastrasposts @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @maggiemayhemnj

@jolapeno @goodwithcheese @secretelephanttattoo @bitchwitch1981 @burntheedges

@kilamonster @fhatbhabiee @inept-the-magnificent @yopossum @yourcoolauntie

@din-cognito @djarins-cyare @alltheglitterandtheroar @for-a-longlongtime @musings-of-a-rose

@tinytinymenace @trulybetty @iamskyereads @schnarfer @baronessvonglitter

@professionalpromqueen @pedroshotwifey @murder-wife @sunshinehaze1 @rosecentaur1916

@chaithetics @perotovar @grogusmum @gwendibleywrites

[psychedelic-ink]

Sorry I'm late everyone!eEnjoy all the fantastic fics everyone and don't forget to show love to the writers 💜💜💜

please show your support by commenting and/or reblogging!

categories include: pedro pascal characters (everyone), misc. (miguel o'hara, santiago garcia, tommy miller)

as always don't forget to check the warnings before reading!

click here for last months fic recommendations

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS

SERIES

Pretend Alleyways by @radiowallet (dieter bravo x marcus moreno)

Eyes Open by @radiowallet (marcus moreno)

Like a River by @/radiowallet (marcus moreno, frankie morales)

Yours for the Weekend by @pedropascalsx (javier p)

Pleased to Meet You by @intheorangebedroom (frankie morales)

The Secret by @frannyzooey (marcus moreno)

Short Days, Long Nights by @/frannyzooey (joel miller)

The Waffle House Chronicles by @softlyspector (joel miller)

Adversity by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (frankie morales, ezra)

Palomino by @fuckyeahdindjarin (jack daniels)

Midnight Alley Series by @prolix-yuy (dieter bravo, tim rockford)

ONESHOTS

LJ’s Bangathon 2023 by @prolix-yuy (all pedro boys)

Simple Treasures by @/prolix-yuy (oberyn martell x m!oc)

done for by @pedrito-friskito (frankie morales)

catalyst by @ezrasbirdie (frankie morales, joel miller)

cupcake by @/ezrasbirdie (jack daniels)

I bet you say that to all the girls by @toomanystoriessolittletime (jeol miller)

Caught by @toomanystoriessolittletime (frankie morales)

Girls' night by @/toomanystoriessolittletime (frankie morales)

What Happens in Vegas… by @wildemaven (jack daniels)

… Never Really Ends in Vegas by @/wildemaven (jack daniels)

Thought That I Was Dreaming by @haylzcyon (dieter bravo)

Grass is Greener by @/haylzcyon (frankie morales)

Close - An Insatiable Extra by @magpie-to-the-morning (frankie morales, santiago garcia)

Joel Miller x college neighbour AU by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Dieter Bravo x library AU by @/fuckyeahdindjarin

MISC.

Superhuman stamina by @astroboots (miguel o'hara)

Girl and boy Interrupted by @/astroboots (santiago garcia)

use me by @inklore (miguel o'hara)

torment by @/inklore (miguel o'hara)

burrowed in under my skin by @dameronscopilot (miguel o'hara)

dial drunk by @rqgnarok (tommy miller)

[grogusmum]

IT'S HAZEL'S THRO-BACK THURSDAY PRIDE FIC RECS!!

Happy Pride y'all! Okay, I got a very special request that set the ball rolling!

Never Say Never (queer!Din x nb!OC) by @djarinmuse

Like a River (Frankie Morales x wife!Reader x Marcus Moreno) by @radiowallet

Blister (ace!alpha!Din x omega!Reader) by @writeforfandoms

Mechanical Bull and a Ghost (Jack Daniels x f!Reader x Ezra) by @honestly-shite

All of these threesomes are mmf. Those boys are bi, friends and neighbors!

[iccedays]

Okay @artemiseamoon yea I need you to pick this back up please 😂🥹

I could not finish this move. Even watched it with my niece to motivate me. How did we BOTH fall asleep so this is really making me finally like this character 😅

Tell Me No Lies - chapter 3 preview

Marcus Moreno x Nira

AN: This was in my drafts, I was going to wait to share but my convos with @thegreenkid put me in a sharing mood.

Chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 (soon)

An; I did some shuffling around. So this will now be part of chapter 3. Chapter 2 coming soon. Sorry to change last minute but I have some stuff I wanna show before these events.

Before Marcus can dive further into his thoughts, the sound of heels echoes in his hall. Jumping to his feet, he moans as a small pain sparks in his back.

“I have to figure out how you’re getting in here.”

“You know, when you’re tired your voice does this deep thing, “ Nira mimics him, “i like it. It’s pretty hot...where's that bottle?” She walks right past him and over to the bar. Grabbing the bottle, Nira holds it up, examining the amount. “Wow. You are stressed.”

Marcus shakes his head and sits back on the couch. “What's so important you needed to break into my house, again.” He asks as he rubs his left knee.

Nira finds herself briefly distracted by the motion. She likes his hands, and the leather gloves against his black jeans is a tantalizing sight.

“Well,” she opens the bottle and takes a swig. After swallowing it, she reaches into her leather top, right between her breasts.

“Come on,” Marcus looks away, but quickly does a second take.

“Relax, I’m not going to flash you, it’s not Mardi gras. I have something you may want to see.” She pulls out a small little black thing and tosses it to him.

Marcus catches it, the heat from her skin radiates into his hands. He flips the water proof case open and sees a chip. “What is this?”

“Insert it into one of your fancy tech things and see.” Nira takes another swig, then walks toward the kitchen while still drinking.

Marcus doesnt know if he should be impressed or annoyed how gracefully she does this.

With a groan, Marcus stands again. He really had to rest his back, for at least a couple of hours. This was getting ridiculous.

Following her into the kitchen, he finds her raiding his fridge, the whiskey bottle on the table.

Holding onto the chip, Marcus picks up the bottle and takes a drink.

From his angle, all he can see is her leather clad legs sticking out from behind the silver fridge. When she speaks her voice is muffled,

“Do you ever miss the heroics? Working as a team? Or is being the leader all you dreamed it could be?” Nira stands and closes the fridge, her cheeks are full, a sandwich in her hands.

Marcus sighs, “I was going to eat that.”

“You have another one in there,” Nira replies as she chews. Walking past him, she hops onto the counter and pulls one leg up to her chest. “Go ahead, watch it.”

Marcus looks at it, then at her, “this could be a trick. You could be trying to access all my files.”

“If I wanted to do that I could have already, I’ve been in your house three times now.”

Marcus was surprised, “three?”

“Yeah, you weren't here. It was fine, “ she takes another bite, “If you ever want to unload that record collection.” She winks at him.

Shaking his head, Marcus goes over to the small work desk in the far left of the kitchen. Pressing a button on his watch, a screen appears on the wall and he holds the chip in his hand, hesitating.

“If you don't want it, I have other interested parties, just saying.” She wipes her mouth.

“You took this to someone else?” Marcus glances back at her.

“All I’m saying is, we both know how much Miracle Guy loves the spotlight so - “

Marcus quickly inserts the chip into the small back box; Nira can swear she hears him curse under his breath.

Next

Everything: @ladylothlorien @castiellawolfkissed @imaginesthatmakemehappy @itsnottilly

Pedro Pascal: @idreamofboobear @anxiousandboujee @evyiione @mummifymecaptain @seasonschange-butpeopledont @agirllovespancakes @justanotherblonde23 @Bumblebee-Moreno (GN) @salome-c @scarletsoldierrr @mswarriorbabe80 @absurdthirst @dihra-vesa @mrsparknuts

Marcus Moreno: @waywardimpalawriter @phoenixhalliwell @oldstuffnewstuff @tobealostwanderer @meanperegrine @princess76179 @silverwolf319 @anaaaispunk

This fic: @thegreenkid @fangirl-of-randomness @idreamofboobear @seaonschange-butpeopledont @absurdthirst @roxypeanut @valkyrie-of-the-light @silverwolf319 maybe? @marcuspascal2532

[sp00kymulderr]

WIP Tag Game

ty for the tags @schnarfer & @thetriumphantpanda

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

oh god here we go. I have too many wips and it's actually sickening to look at them lmao don't judge me lets see...

racing towards the sun (Marcus Moreno x Dieter Bravo)

you in Dieters robe (Dieter Bravo x reader)

OHOF Pt 4 - Cinder (Joel Miller x reader)

Cherry ch 2/3 (Dieter Bravo x ofc x Reader)

ttlwh pt 3 (Marcus Pike x reader)

gym!crush Joel (Joel Miller x reader)

FLESH (Joel Miller x reader)

you play the part, i'll be the art (Joel Miller x reader)

Picture You (Joel Miller x reader)

Lost, Found pt 2 (Dieter Bravo x reader x Ezra x oc)

ways to love (Marcus Pike x reader)

mercy. (Lucien Flores x reader)

draw a line around my thoughts (Javi P x reader)

Any colour you like (Javi P x reader)

professor (Dieter Bravo x reader)

tags for these babes but sorry if you've already done it!

@chronically-ghosted @perotovar @covetyou @freelancearsonist @javier-pena

@mothandpidgeon @missredherring @yxtkiwiyxt @seventeenpins @qveerthe0ry

[gemmahale]

Hi!! 💕 for the fruit asks!

🍊🍑

Please and thank you! 🙏

Fruit Fic Ask Game!

Taylor! Hi friend! 💚

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

I want to get back to some of my Pedro Boys. 😖 Especially Marcus Moreno and Ezra and Marcus Pike. I just need to sit down with them again and see where I'm at. 😏 Otherwise, I struggle writing Ghost/Simon from CoD- I don't have any individual fics with him yet. I want to, but I have nothing that's really sparked my thoughts yet beyond having him in addition to at least one other character. But I'll have whole bits of him in some of my universe-building fics, when I get there. Eventually. Maybe. I'd also like to write more Price x OC, but again, he'll get parts in my universe fics, so I'm okay with it right now. (And Useful Girl is still giving me fits.)

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

Ooh, this is challenging to think of. I think it'd be interesting to put Pedro's characters and CoD together, especially the civil servants - Moreno, Pike, Peña, (I know I'm forgetting some). I don't know how I'd do it though, but that's going to noodle in my brain now lol.

[ghostofaboy]

Kinktober 2023 - October 14th

Day 14: Uniform, Suspension Bondage, Abduction/Kidnapping

Marcus Moreno x Male OC

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1320

Warnings: abduction, forced orgasm, edging, mentions of oral sex, suggested dub-con

@absurdthirst Kinktober List | Ghost of a Boy Masterlist

It had been a trap. Looking back, it was obvious. The intel too vague, the location far too deserted when he arrived, the first wave of henchmen far too easily defeated. Marcus had been advancing into the next area when he was Blinding Fast go down. He remembered running towards his friend and then… nothing.

Blinking his eyes, Marcus looked around his new surroundings. He was tied to a chair in what appeared to be a plain concrete cell. Great. Thick concrete stretched from floor to ceiling. No windows and only a single wooden door as the only way in and out. Wait! A wooden door?

Marcus reached out with his powers and felt nothing. There was no metal in any part of this cell. Just concrete, wood and large wax candles for light. He didn’t even have the metal from his uniform to rely on as, glancing down, Marcus could see even his clothes had been removed, leaving him just in his underwear. It seems his captors had thought of everything. It also seemed he was their primary target.

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Marcus had lost track of time by the time the door to his cell first opened. He guessed it had been four or five hours, judging by how numb his hands were from being tied behind his back. Looking up, Marcus was greeted by a tall, thin man dressed in a regal purple suit complete with cape and immediately scowled.

“I see from your face you know who I am.” The man spoke, circling Marcus as the door was closed behind him.

“The so-called Lord Daemon.” Marcus spat. “What do you want with me?”

“You’re the leader of the Heroics.” Daemon stopped in front of Marcus, looking down at him with a strange look on his face Marcus couldn’t place. “You’re a very valuable target.”

“So this is a ransom?” Marcus laughed. “The Heroics don’t negotiate with terrorists. And they certainly won’t negotiate with a murderer like you.”

“They will, in time.” Daemon shrugged. “But for now, let us see what secrets are locked in that pretty head of yours.”

“You can’t seriously think I’m going to give anything up.” Marcus spat back. “I’ll die before I-”

“Oh no, Marcus, my dear.” Daemon leaned in close, smiling in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. “I’m not going to kill you. In fact, I won’t ever let you die.”

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Come dribbled down his leg as Marcus slumped against his bindings. His whole body felt as though it was one fire as Daemon stood watching, smirking. Inside his ass, the vibrator finally stopped, making Marcus gasp and moan. He’d long since lost count of how many times Daemon had forced him to come. 

So far, he’d endured four days of this. Four long days of Daemon inserting larger and larger vibrators into his ass before switching them on for hours. Over and over, Marcus had been brought to the brink before Daemon would stop, let him recover his composure before beginning again. Hours upon hours of edging, day after day. Marcus was amazing he still had any come left in his balls. Over and over, Daemon found different ways to take Marcus to the very edge and yet he had told them nothing.

Another jolt from the vibrator snapped Marcus’ head back sharply. His vision swam as he fought to stay conscious. He was exhausted. Over to his left, he could hear Daemon moving around before the vibrator was shut off and roughly pulled out of his ass. Letting his eyes flutter shut, Marcus let exhaustion take him. 

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Marcus wasn’t sure how long he was out for, but when he came to, he wasn’t tied to the chair anymore. His face was resting against the cool concrete and on shaking arms, Marcus pushed himself up. He still felt dizzy but he could tell something was different… 

Looking around the cell, Marcus couldn’t see any sign of the vibrators or toys Daemon had been using on him. Instead, on his chair was a piece of paper. Climbing to his feet, Marcus reached out to pick it up, only to find it wasn’t paper, just a photo. Turning it over, Marcus’ heart sank and his skin ran cold. 

It was him. 

It was him spread out on the floor, cock hard and leaking, with his knees up near his shoulders to show his asshole to the camera. This must have been taken when he was passed out but anyone seeing this would think he was posing himself. His eyes were closed, but the smile on his face made it seem like he was awake and fully aware of his actions.

Throwing the photo across the room, Marcus let out a frustrated growl. Fucking Daemon! What was this asshole’s game? As if sensing Marcus thinking of him, the door opened and Daemon appeared.

“You’re awake.” Daemon smiled, his eyes raking over Marcus, before spotting the photo on the floor. “Did you like our little photo session? I think you look quite beautiful, but then again I’m biased.”

“Fuck you!” Marcus hissed. “What do you want?”

Daemon laughed, deep and loudly, shaking his head. “I have what I want. All the money in the world couldn’t equal making the leader of the Heroics into my personal pet.”

“Pet?” Marcus growled. “Never gonna happen.”

“Oh no?” Daemon continued to laugh. “That’s not the only photo I have of you. So many poses, so many beautiful expressions. My personal favorites are after you’ve come. That look of bliss on your face when you’re covered in come.”

Marcus froze. How many times had Daemon done this to him? He’d passed out a few times during the vibrators and endless orgasms. Had there been photos each time? Who had been touching him?

Watching Marcus’ face, Daemon’s laughing subsided and he began to advance. “Would you like to see them? Behave yourself and I could even be persuaded to destroy them.”

“What would behaving myself look like?” Marcus asked cautiously. He didn’t trust Daemon as far as he could throw him but he couldn’t let those photos get out.

“Let's start with something simple. Something you’ve done before for me, although you were a little less ‘aware’.” Daemon reached out, stroking Marcus’ face and Marcus fought the urge to pull back even as his stomach sank. “I must say, even half-conscious, you are quite adept at sucking cock.” 

Marcus lurched backward away from Daemon, his worst fears realized. Daemon smirked, licking his lips, his eyes wandering down to Marcus’ crotch.

“Come now.” Daemon motioned to his zipper. “Do a good job and I’ll show you the photos from today. You can pick one to keep and do what you want with.”

“Get the fuck away from me!”

“Get on your knees, pet.” Daemon commanded, his eyes hardening as he step towards Marcus once more. “Or I’ll show these pretty photos to Missy!”

“Pineapple.”

“What?” Daemon stopped immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s weird now.”

“Shit.” Daemon’s shoulders slumped. “It was cos I mentioned Missy isn’t it?”

“Well, yeah.” Marcus folded his arms, scowling at his lover. “Talking about my daughter during our… it’s not exactly sexy, baby.”

“Sorry.” Daemon pouted, wrapping his arms around Marcus who reluctantly accepted the hug. “Up until then, was it what you wanted?”

“Yeah.” Marcus leaned against Daemon as they made their way out of the room and up the stairs into Daemon’s kitchen. “Up to then, it was perfect. I was completely lost in the role. You were very good. Very believable.”

“Thank you.” Daemon planted a gentle kiss on Marcus’s cheek before handing him a robe. “Do you want to get something to eat then start over?”

“No.” Marcus shook his head sadly. “The immersions gone now and we’ve only got one day left. Blinding Fast will only be able to cover for me for so long.”

“So… snacks then bedroom?” Daemon grinned.

“Perfect.”

[yourstrulylightstar283]

Nice and beautiful work! 😀

Wow this one went fast!!

This is a moodboard for @radiowallet ‘s Poorly Wired Circuit, requested by @disgruntledspacedad .

Correct guesses by @bunniesofsteel @novemberrain221 @nolanell and @day-off-inkyoto so I’ve got several more moodboards in the works. Just a heads up, these will take longer but I love that you’re enjoying

Magpie’s Moodboard Game!

[yearofcreation2023]

Year of Themed Creations: July 2023 Collection (in progress)

WORDS:

When It Comes To You by @flightlessangelwings - Year of Protectiveness Dialogue prompt- “ you need to get out of here! go! i’ll buy you some more time!“ Action prompt- [ REUNION ]: after spending a considerable length of time apart, the sender reunites with the receiver after saving their life from an immediate and potentially lethal threat. (Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader)

Not All Heroes Wear Capes by @all-the-things-2020 - Year of Fandom Crossovers Lt. Marcus Moreno is posted to the Enterprise after a stint at Starfleet headquarters. His daughter Missy is eager to go but is he ready to return to space after losing his wife? (Marcus Moreno)

Love at First Fight by @ironmandeficiency - Year of Idiots after a tavern visit, you seriously consider getting your eyes checked when you mistake an unassuming dwarf for your best friend’s ex. (bofur / reader)

Full-Time Problem by @never--doubt - Year of Soulmates In a universe where everyone has timers that freeze when they meet their soulmates, it's hard to focus on that when a war is brewing. What will Rey and Finn do when they figure out that Poe has already found his soulmate? (Poe Dameron x Female!Reader)

A Chance Taken by @ghostofskywalker - Year of Flowers It took a long time to get over the boy that you used to spend time with in the Senate building, but your lives took you in separate directions. But when he shows up during the Clone Wars with a dire warning for your planet, you don’t want to let him go without telling him how you feel. (Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader)

Something Soft by @keldabe-kriff - Year of Small Joys More attempts at feeling out moments between Joel and Ellie, placed at a point when they have more trust in each other. Other than that it isn't any specific point in the timeline of the show. (Joel Miller, Ellie Williams, no pairing)

Is This How It Ends? Pt. 4 by @artemiseamoon - Year of Whump Memories from the past haunt Rhea as she reflects on a moment that could be the cause of Santiago's personality change. (Santiago, OC Rhea, Frankie Morales)

First Dance by @hopeamarsu - Year of Firsts You find yourself with the Red Viper of Dorne. What would you ask from him? (Oberyn Martell x gn!reader)

Saying I Love You Through An Accidental Kiss by @songsformonkeys - Year of Saying I Love You  I think the title is pretty self-explanatory. Unbeta'd. (Joel Miller x reader Pre outbreak)

Buck Moon by @grogusmum - Wheel of the Year This is a companion to my one shot Your Spot Okay, I should admit from the jump. This is not all that pagany. It’s smut. Sorry. But not really. Oops. I just, okay, this is what happened on Frankie Friday, I was thinking about him and Rocket. I also kind of got interested in the challenge of writing a smut for a gender neutral reader, if I could manage it. Fingers crossed. (Frankie Morales x gn!Reader)

Bird Strike by @captainsophiestark - Year of Olympians Prompt: Apollo; light, the sun, truth, inspiration, medicine, healing. Summary: A bird strikes brings Hangman down and leads to confessions from him and Rooster’s sister. (Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader)

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