The Masterlist | Mudhornchronicles

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DIN DJARIN | THE MANDALORIAN

that cantina

hands

uh oh

promise

check ups

festivals

reds: maroon | sanguine | brick 

MARCUS MORENO | WE CAN BE HEROES

suits | buckles

FRANKIE MORALES | TRIPLE FRONTIER

dreamboat: part one | part two | part three | part four |

JAVIER PEÑA | NARCOS

strategies

JACK ‘WHISKEY’ DANIELS | KINGSMAN: GC

teamwork

missy will always be the real mvp 😭❤️

Headcanon for missy and her grandma trying to set up the reader and Marcus together 😳👉🏽👈🏽❤️

I hope you enjoy! 🥰🥰🥰

Warnings: mentions of panic attacks caused by claustrophobia, gender neutral reader - but please let me know if I missed anything while editing

Schemers

If you needed a superhero duo based in schemes - Anita and Missy Moreno were your gals to go to. 

Missy had seen how her dad acted around you when stopped by their house to either pick up a Heroics gadget that needed fixing/tweaking, or if you stopped by Anita’s house when Anita hosted a Heroics get together. Ever since the aliens had visited earth, it had been important to remind everyone - powered and unpowered - to relax and unwind. 

Marcus Moreno went stupid around you. He blushed when you complimented him and laughed at all those jokes you made. When he tried to compliment you in return, his words came out all wrong, which you found to be adorable. And when you’d swing by the training room to watch some of the Heroics train, he found himself distracted, and always ended up on the floor. 

The two of you would always flirt with each other, and both Missy and Anita could see that the two of you liked each other. 

Missy’s dad was ready to ask you out, he just… needed a little push to do so.

Missy needed help if she was going to get the two of you together, and her grandmother was just the person she needed. 

When Missy had laid out her plan, Anita was on board before her granddaughter even finished talking - her son deserved happiness, and it came in the shape of you. 

And bOY DID THEY TRY TO GET THE TWO OF YOU TOGETHER FOR SEVERAL MONTHS 

Their first plan didn’t work out too well - they had planned on keeping you and Marcus trapped inside the training room until one of you asked the other out - but you had a panic attack that Marcus had to coach you through to ground you again. You felt silly for having such a reaction to the doors of the training room locking on ‘accident’, but you had thanked Marcus profusely after he helped guide and take care of you as your mind spiraled. 

Their second plan also didn’t work out. A couple weeks after the failed training room attempt, Anita had concocted a plan to help get the two of you together. Anita had thrown a get together for some of the Heroics and their children, as well as a dozen other people who worked at Heroics HQ. 

You’d been invited, and had every intention of coming - hell you were excited to hang with Marcus and Missy, and some of the other Heroics’ kids. 

Except as you were driving home to change for the party, you were stuck in some pretty intense traffic due to an accident, and by the time you made it home, the get together was half over and would be over by the time you got there… so you just stayed home. 

You called Anita the next day to apologize for not showing, you felt bad for RSVPing to her invitation, and then full on abandoned her.

Anita reassured you it was okay, and that she was happy to hear you weren’t involved in that accident - it had taken several hours to clean up (and thankfully no one was seriously injured.) 

After their second failed attempt - Missy and Anita went back to the drawing board, trying to get more creative with their plans to get one of you to ask the other out. 

Marcus had been suspicious in the beginning, but had brushed it off. His mother and his daughter couldn’t have been scheming for him… right? 

And you were none the wiser when you went to work and casually flirted with Marcus when you ran into him in the hallways of HQ. The two of you spent more time together during work hours, and grew closer as friends but neither one of you took that final leap you needed to ask the other one out. 

And it drove Anita and Missy mad. 

Their final plan came to be months later. 

Missy had given Anita her communicator, and watched as her grandmother took a small sharp metal stick, and stabbed the motherboard. As the smoke cleared from the air, Missy and Anita shared a satisfied look. They were going to get you two together. 

Marcus took Missy to HQ the next day, and brought her broken communicator with him. When he had asked how it broke, Missy lied and said she got it wet while washing her hands to help her abuela prep for dinner, and that it had sparked a bit and then stopped working all together. 

Stepping into your office, you beamed when you saw the Moreno’s. 

“What brings you to my lair?” you asked, looking from Marcus to Missy and back. 

“Missy was wondering if you could do her a favor?” Marcus asked. 

“Sure thing, what can I do for you Missy?” you asked, looking down at her.

“I broke my communicator, and I was hoping you could fix it.” she said, her large brown eyes staring up at you hopefully. 

You gently took the delicate bracelet from her hands and began inspecting it. “What happened to it?” 

“I got it wet.” Missy admitted as she looked at the floor with a guilty expression. 

You looked at Missy for a moment. Her communicator had a significant puncture mark in it, not water damage. You glanced at Marcus for a brief second, a silent questioning look passing from you to him.

“I can fix it. Give me about 20 minutes and it’ll be good as new.” you told her. 

Missy smiled brightly at you before looking at her dad.

Missy had to act quickly now. 

“Okay kiddo, we’ll come back in a few.” Marcus said, turning towards the door to leave you alone.

Missy bolted for the door - giving neither of you proper time to question her - and roughly slammed the door behind her. She darted to the left, grabbed a chair, and wedged it under the door, locking the two of you inside your small office. 

“Missy!” Marcus shouted as he moved to the door, and jiggled the handle. The door didn’t budge. “Missy, open the door.” 

“Sorry Dad! No can do!” Missy said from behind the door. 

Marcus’s brows furrowed behind his glasses as he raised his hand to try  and manipulate the metal of the door, but the damn thing didn’t budge. 

“Missy, open the door.” Marcus repeated.

“I can’t!” Missy said.

“What do you mean you can't?” you asked, stepping closer to your closed door. Your chest felt a little tight at the thought of being trapped inside your office like you had been in the training room a couple of months ago.

“I can’t let you out until you agree to go on a date with my dad.” 

Marcus’s head whipped around to look at you, his eyes wide as his cheeks darkened in embarrassment. He had no idea Missy was going to do this. 

“I had no idea she was going to do this. I am so sorry.” Marcus apologized, his eyes refusing to meet your face.

“It’s okay Marcus.” you told him. His eyes met yours in that moment, confusion painted across his features.

“If you’d like we can get coffee after I finish fixing Missy’s bracelet.” you offer, a soft smile resting on your face. 

“Really?” Marcus asks before his brain stops working, “I mean - I’d - I - um…” he fumbles. 

“He’d love to!” Missy shouts through the door. 

Marcus chuckles as he looks from the door to you, a slightly embarrassed tint to his cheeks. “Yeah, I’d love to.”

“It’s a date then. Let me get started on this.” you tell him, holding up Missy’s communicator bracelet.

The door swings open, and Missy stands in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest with a smug look on her face. “Was that so hard?” 

i love this.

déjà vu - oneshot

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader Rating: M Word count: 2,817 Notes: I’ve had this idea since the trailer first dropped, but tweaked it a little bit after watching the movie. I had fun with the movie and I had fun writing for a new character, too. Warnings: Implied/referenced sex, pining, mentions of death/grieving process

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suits | marcus moreno

pairing: marcus moreno x f!reader

warning: flirtation everywhere and marcus is a little shit.

a/n: first marcus fic… he has the entirety of my heart.

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You take a sip of your coffee as you walk down the main corridor inside Heroics headquarters – balancing a second coffee and a file full of paperwork in the other hand. You hear the clatter of your heels against the marble floors which only makes you want to get to your destination quicker. Marcus gifted you the shoes for your anniversary and now you began to regret not wearing them around the house to break them in. You finally see your destination’s door when a certain little bundle of joy stops you in your tracks.

“Good morning, Missy. You look cute in that new jacket.”

Missy beams at you for noticing her new leather jacket her father begged to pick out.

“Good morning! Your shoes are cute, but I know you’re dying inside aren’t you?”

You nod and pout at the observant young lady. “Can you tell?”

“You’re walking faster than usual and you aren’t walking in that stride thing you do.”

“What stride thing?”

“You walk like you’re Beyoncé herself. You walk so confidently!”

You laugh and shake your head. You can’t believe Missy had the audacity to compare you to Beyoncé. How dare she insult the Queen like that! You’ve known Missy since she was a baby. You and Marcus were teammates when you both were still out of the field. When Missy’s mother passed away, you immediately jumped in to help Marcus raise her. You talked to her about private things she didn’t want to talk to her father about – periods, safe sex, and dating.

It didn’t take long for you to catch feelings for Marcus and vice versa. You decided you didn’t want to dance around the idea because you knew the way Marcus functioned. You noticed his lingering touches while the two of you hung out and the spontaneous compliments he directed your way no matter what you were doing. You both agreed to keep it hidden from Missy until Marcus could talk to her about him dating again.

It only took Missy two weeks to clock the blossoming relationship. While at dinner at Anita’s house, Missy took it upon herself to inform her grandmother about her father and her father’s best friend – at the dinner table. Marcus choked on his enchilada and you nearly spit out your drink. You knew that Missy was highly intelligent, but you both thought you were being sneaky! She had Wild Card hack into the HQ security cameras and she saw the two of you holding hands in his office. Now you’re thankful you and Marcus have never had sex in his office… that would’ve been really awkward.

“I do not walk like Beyoncé.”

“Whatever you say.” She laughs at that. She always liked to poke fun at you – especially after Marcus proposed. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a Kleenex. She grabs your coffee out of your hand and places the tissue and sets the coffee back on top. “You’re going to need that once you step into dad’s office.”

You look at her with utter confusion. “Why would I need a tissue? I’m just dropping off forms that need his signature. That’s what he gets for accepting the position of director.” Missy laughs and puts a hand on your shoulder and looks at you with a knowing look.

“You’ll need it to wipe your drool.” With that she lets out a loud laugh and walks towards Guppy who is waiting for her at the opposite side of the corridor. You walk into Marcus’ office and you jaw drops. You look at the Kleenex, mentally thanking Missy.

There Marcus was in a white button-down shirt – top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up with his glasses set aside on the desk . He wore a pair of brown and tan windowpane fitted dress pants that made his ass look fantastic. His leather jacket is slung on the grey couch with his beloved katanas framed right above it, well one of them. His brown shoes looked clean, but he looked exhausted. Hot, but exhausted. Missy knew you loved seeing her dad like this.

You walk over a gently put your coffees and paperwork down at the edge of his desk. Your poor fiancé has his head buried in his hands, so you decide to stand behind him and warp our arms around him. He turns to look behind him and smiles when he sees you.

“Hi baby.” He tilts his head up and purses his lips awaiting a kiss. You happily oblige and give a deep kiss. You swallow his groans as he swivels his chair. His hands dart to your hips and drags them down to your ass. He gives it a quick squeeze and pulls you so you straddle him on his chair.

You caress his face and give his cheek a quick kiss. “Is my poor baby tired? I haven’t seen you out this office all morning.”

“It’s about to be noon, my love.”

“Yeah, and you’ve been holed up in this office since 6:30am. You’ve been working too hard all week.” He shrugs and buries his face in your neck. He starts giving you wet kisses and works his way over to your throat. He kisses up to your jaw and bites your chin.

“I can’t wait for us to get married, you know that?” He looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You smile and squish his cheeks to give him a big kiss. He admires your engagement ring as he remembers the day he proposed with Missy’s help. He’s thankful that Missy supports him getting married again. He’d do anything for his daughter – even if that meant being alone. He would never put anyone above her, and you knew that. Of course it was never a problem because you also put Missy above everything and she doesn’t take advantage of that fact.

A knock on the glass door interrupted his thought. You immediately scramble off his lap and stand next to him as if nothing happened. His assistant pops her head in to remind her boss about his uniform fitting on the second floor in five minutes. You look at him and smirk. He knew that look anywhere.

“You have a uniform fitting?” He narrows his eyes and kisses the tip of your nose.

“I got over the way the my old tac vest looked on me. They decided it was best to have a new suit just in case.” You widen your eyes as you gently push him.

“What do you mean you don’t like the tactical vest!? I love that on you!” You pout as he laughs at you. He reaches for you and pulls you by your hips. He lowers his mouth to your ear.

“I’m not getting rid of it baby,” he whispers. “I’m getting a new design. One that looks more put together and has buckle clips on the front of it too.” With that he kisses your ear. He knows you liked the clips on the top of the vest – now you had more of them to play with.

He lets go of you, and walks over to grab his coffee you brought him. He begins to walk away, leaving you standing in his office. He looks back at you and holds his hand out to you.

“You comin’? I need someone to test out its durability. I have to make sure it won’t break when you yank it to get your way.” He winks at you and you walks over to him. “Oh by the way,” he says. “The security cameras had to get sent off to be fixed. Someone must have cut the wires.” You realize what he meant. There was only one katana on the wall. You let out a giggle and give him a shove. “You cheeky bastard.” He just puts an arm around your shoulders and walks to the elevator.

You wished you can get mad at him, but you just can resist – not when he looks good in both business and superhero suits.

dinner and a show

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader x Steve Murphy

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Smut (18+). Unprotected Sex. Breathplay.  Voyeurism/Exhibitionism. Masturbation. Javi’s dirty mouth. Fluff. Possible Typos.

Prompt: 11. Getting Caught

A/N: Part of my milestone celebration (drabble, my ass). Here’s another installment of the facm!verse. Thank you all for your love and support for this story so far, it really means so much to me. Gif made by @javier-pena​

The smell of food fills the air, wafting through the small apartment. The Game spins on the turntable, and you sway around the kitchen, humming along to the upbeat bassline of Crazy Little Thing Called Love.

Tonight’s Wednesday, and that means dinner with Javi. Not that he ever really needs a special reason to stop by anymore. Javi spends more time here than he does at his own apartment. Almost every night, he can be found on your couch either watching TV with his head in your lap, or sifting through files with Steve. You’ve gotten so used to his random visits that you now leave an extra plate of food on the counter; and if he doesn’t show, you make Steve give it to him at the office. 

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Daisy Chains - Pt. 2

Summary: You spend even more time together. Din makes his choice.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content, oral sex f!receiving (in only one very short scene though and its skippable), language, angst, fighting and having an argument, yelling at each other, open ending

Notes: Hi hello my friends, I hope you enjoy and you won´t try to kill me afterwards :D big thanks at @goldafterglow​ and @over300books​ for both looking over it beforehand and letting me yell at them because of it, you are amazing and I would kill for you!!

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You were barely able to suppress your shriek when Din pushed you off the gangplank, right into the ice cold water. The sun was just starting to rise, the both of you meeting before he had to leave for some errand for his tribe that would take a few days.

The both of you did not go out to the lake often, it being a bit further away than your meadow, but for this occasion you thought that it could be something more special.

Until he decided to become an asshole.

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