Missy Will Always Be The Real Mvp

missy will always be the real mvp 😭❤️

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

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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?” 

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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the fact that din is really thinking about having a home to have her in is HUGE 😭 i love this

Take Me To Church: 13

Rating: Explicit

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE ASK

It’s after dinner and you sit on your bed, listening to the kid recite from his primer while Din shaves. The boy’s reading is clear and smooth, his father scraping neat lines over his face with a razor and it’s almost like a home, this picture of domestic activity in the small room.

Your hand resting lightly on his little back, you smile at his progress before pressing a kiss to his mop of hair and glancing up at Din, you watch him lift his chin high, running the razor tight against his skin as he gathers the last swath of white foam with a practiced, steady motion. His shirt pulls across his back as he hunches over the bowl and your eyes linger on the way the material is tucked neatly into his pants, the way it’s rolled up over his forearms, the way the collar gapes at his throat. Swishing the razor in the little bowl on your vanity, he inspects himself in the mirror and when he sees you looking at him in the reflection, he winks.

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Here’s the trifecta- angst, smut, and fluff (a long one lol) Frankie has been in love with you for years. As much he valued you as his friend, he couldn’t help this pit in his heart growing every moment he wouldn’t tell you he loved you. After you get a promotion you two get drinks to celebrate, one thing leads to another and you wake up naked beside each other in his bed. You two immediately take the route of pretending like it never happened. But inevitably days after he breaks into tears telling you he loves you. Even if you don’t feel the same he’ll never regret that night. Even as he accepts you’ll reject him. Which you don’t. You tell him you feel the same, that night you two decide to make it your real first time together. Frankie touches you and holds you and kisses you without restraint like before. Expect sober, and completely emotionally aligned in the love you two finally could admit.

Is it pathetic that this made me burst into tears?

Pairing: Francisco 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, angst, confessions of love, fluff

A/N: This is one of the best prompts ever, anon. Thank you for sending it in!

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Frankie smiles as you tell him about your day over the phone. He just loves hearing your voice. He loves that he's always the first person you call whenever something important happens.

He loves you.

For the longest time he's tried to tell himself that he didn't love you, but he couldn't lie to himself anymore. He is in love with you and you'll never know.

You'll never know.

Why? Because he is afraid of ruining what you two have--a friendship that has stood the test of time. You two have been through everything together and he isn't about to ruin that because of his bleeding heart, because he can't control his stupid emotions.

Besides it's not like you feel the same. You're career-oriented. You're about to get the promotion you have been waiting for and...you probably won't even have time for him anymore.

"Frankie, are you listening?" you ask him over the phone and he snaps back to reality.

"Y-Yeah. What's up?"

"I said I got the promotion! We gotta celebrate! Drinks on me tonight at our favorite spot, okay?!" You laugh and it makes him smile even bigger. "Meet me at 7."

"Okay. Sounds good," he says. You say your goodbyes and hang up. He sighs and closes his eyes. "Okay."

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Frankie sits at the bar waiting for you. He had a feeling you'd run a little late but he doesn't mind waiting. He'd wait forever for you.

"Frankie!" you call when you walk into the bar. He takes one look at you and feels his heart skip a beat. You wave excitedly as you walk over to him and he waves awkwardly. The hug you give him takes his breath away in the best way.

"Congrats," he says happily. You pull away and kiss his cheek.

"I'm so happy! Sorry I'm late, by the way. I had to run home and change." You order shots for the both of you.

"You can be as late as you want." He smiles then lifts the shot glass. "To my amazing friend and the smartest person I know."

"Oh, stop it," you laugh, tapping your glass to his then downing the shot. You make a face and Frankie laughs. "Another? Another!"

One drink turned into three or four and you were never one to hold your liquor well. Before things get too crazy, Frankie walks you to his truck and helps you in. Before he can close the door, you grab his face.

"I ever tell you how handsome you are, Francisco," you say.

"You've had too much to drink." He closes the door and walks to his side to get in.

"My car," you exclaim.

"We'll come get it tomorrow." He pulls onto the road. "You'll stay with me tonight since I'm closer. I shouldn't even be driving myself."

"I won't tell anyone." You tap his arm.

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At his place, you two sit and reminisce about everything. He watches you. God, he loves you. He loves the way you gesture when you talk and the way you laugh. He loves how you blink slowly when you're drunk. He loves that you're sitting so close to him. So close he can smell the perfume you're wearing. It was one of your favorite scents.

And your lips are pressed to his. You're kissing him. He's kissing you back. Goddamn, you taste good. You're in his lap now and he reacts to you immediately. He's had dreams about this, about the way you would look and sound as he made love to you.

Now you're in his bed and wearing less clothing than before. What the hell happened to your clothes? Doesn't matter. He has to make sure though. He has to even if that means he has to stop kissing your delicious lips.

"Should we stop?" he asks and you shake your head.

"Don't you fucking dare," you whimper before kissing him again.

"Are you sure?" He pulls away and looks down at you, disheveled and oh so sexy.

"I'm sure, Frankie. Please."

"God, forgive me," he mumbles, looking up to the ceiling before setting his eyes on you again. "I want you so fucking bad."

That's all it takes. One little confession. Well, not the confession but one of them. And then he's naked and you're naked. You're on top of him, riding him, and he's in fucking heaven. He has to be dead. There's no way this is actually happening. How do you feel so fucking good?

No, it's real because he's touching you and you're responding to his touch. Then his fingers are in your mouth as you swirl your hips on him. God, that's fucking hot.

Not long after that, he's on top of you giving you his all and you take it, you take all of him. You cry out his name and he groans yours.

When he collapses beside you, he wants to say it so badly but you roll out of bed to go use the bathroom. By the time you get back, he's lost the confidence to say it. You lie there staring at the ceiling until you eventually fall asleep. Frankie puts his arm around you and eventually falls asleep himself.

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In the morning, you groan at the sunlight coming through the window and...

...this isn't your bed. This isn’t your room. You roll over and are face-to-face with Frankie. Your friend Frankie.

"Oh fuck," you whisper. When you move your legs, you realize how sore you are. "Fuck," you say a little louder. Frankie moves in his sleep and you grimace as you try to get out of bed as quietly as possible.

Suddenly, he sits up then holds his head. He turns slowly to find you standing there in nothing but your panties.

"H-Hey...uh..." You search around his room for the rest of your clothes. You avoid eye contact for as long as you can.

"You wanna get break-"

"No! I mean...I have a lot of work to do. I need to get back to my car." You smile awkwardly and walk out the room.

Frankie’s heart sinks as he rolls out of bed and gets dressed quickly. When he leaves the room he's sure he'll find you in the living room but you're not there. In a panic, he checks the bathroom, the kitchen, then opens the front door and finds you sitting on the porch swing. Even with your messy hair and disheveled clothes you look like a goddess.

"So, we-"

"I can't talk about it, Frankie. I'm sorry. I just can't." It isn't that you regret what happened, but...it's a long story.

"Right. I'll take you to your car."

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The ride to your car is quiet and seems longer than it did last night. You know he wants to say something but you're kind of happy he doesn't.

He pulls up next to your car and you're about to hop out when you feel his hand on your arm.

"Are we just gonna pretend that never happened?" he asks and you can hear the pain in his voice.

"I think that's the best thing, don't you?" You don't even turn to look at him. You can't. If you do surely you'll end up in tears. "See you, Frankie." You get out and close the door before quickly getting in your car and covering your face. "Please drive away, please drive away..." you say quietly. When you uncover your face, Frankie’s truck is gone and tears fill your eyes.

"Fuck," you mumble.

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This is not how things were supposed to go. You spend the next few days crying yourself to sleep and Frankie does the same. He feels as though he needs to give you space but he misses you. He misses his friend. So much it hurts.

You check your phone constantly but the messages and calls you get are never from him. You tell yourself that you have ruined things once and for all. That is until you come home from work one day and find Frankie’s truck parked in your driveway. You take a few deep breaths before stepping out and find him leaning against the side of the truck. You just nod towards your house once and he follows.

Inside, you both stare at each other. You offer him a drink which he smartly turns down.

"We need to talk," he says and you nod in agreement. He doesn't even wait for you to sit down before he starts to let everything out. "The other day..."

"I'm sorry. We were drinking and I was on a high and-"

"I don't fucking regret it," he says. "I only regret not telling you before we did it." He sniffles and you realize he's crying. "You are one of my best friends. Those few days of not talking to you nearly killed me and...I should have told you..."

"Told me what?"

"That I fucking love you, okay? The only thing I regret about that night is that we weren't completely sober and that we couldn't really enjoy one another but I wouldn't take any of it back. I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Well-"

"I'm not expecting you to say it back, okay? The way you rushed out of there the morning after told me all I needed to know but I just wanted you to know that I love you. I always have and I'll never stop." He takes a deep breath and wipes his eyes.

"Frankie, the only reason I rushed out of there is because I was afraid of how you'd look at me after...that. I was afraid I would be different in your eyes. I was afraid of that because...I love you too and I only want to be the best in your eyes. I want to be the best for you." Now you are crying and trying to laugh it off.

"You love me? Really?" he asks and you nod.

"Of course." You move closer and kiss him gently, cupping his face and wiping his tears. "So so much, Frankie."

He sighs in relief and kisses you again. "I could never look at you differently. You'll always be perfect in my eyes, baby."

"Oh, Frankie," you cry. The kiss he gives you is passionate and deep and special. Your body responds to him in ways it has never responded to anyone else. "I think..." you start. "...I think we need a do-over of the other night."

"Hm? Wait...now?"

"We don't have to. We can just talk if you wa-"

Frankie kisses you hard, pulling you against him until you're on top of him. You pull away. "Bedroom. Let's go." You both stand and you take his hand, leading him to the bedroom. In there, though you are ready to tear the clothes from his body, you both move slowly in order to savor each other this time. He watches, he admires, he loves every inch of your body. You admire his body, your mouth itching to kiss at every scar you see. And you do when you make him lie down.

He gasps and whispers your name when you swirl your tongue around his nipples. You do it until he's whimpering and begging then finally, finally, you make love. And it's slow and sweet and passionate. It's full of kisses and sweet words and moans of each other's names.

He lets you stay on top for as long as you want. When you tire he takes over, carefully flipping you onto your back and entering you a little roughly then apologizes but you kiss the sorrys from his lips and tell him not to stop. There are tears in his eyes that threaten to spill over and you tell him its okay to let them go. So he does. They spill and you wipe and kiss them away.

He is so deep, so so deep but you want more. You need more. You want to become one. Your legs are wrapped around him as you come undone. He grabs one of your hands and squeezes as he follows, moaning your name, followed by a bunch of 'I love yous' that mean more each time he says them.

"I love you too, Frankie." More kisses follow.

You two stay wrapped up in each other all night, holding hands and whispering sweet words. This is what dreams were made of--your dreams and his. This is all you ever wanted.

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