Bubble Cone

Summary: When you end up drugged and unable to look out for yourself, you show up on the doorstep of your nemesis, goody two shoes Marcus Moreno, hoping that he’ll take you in.

Rating: I’d say this i pretty safe for all.

Word count: ~ 1900 (more of a ficlet than a fic, really)

Warnings: None.

Notes: There has been no beta for this so all mistakes are my own. If you spot any, feel free to point them out.

Long story short - I get why you were calling them out now. It wasn’t over the issue it was over the fake ass anger over something they’ve already probably forgotten about.

I never call out people who have real issues.  With real anger, trauma, grief.  And I understand what is going on is not right.  It’s okay to be disappointed in Pedro. He’s human too and will make mistakes.  Same thing with me.  I have made so many mistakes in life.  I just hope the “woke” crowd will some day just get it.  I hope they will have their “light bulb” moment.  But I can only hope. I’m not their Mom.

Words: 5,500 ~ Warnings:  smut! swears! heartbreak ~ Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x OFC

The New Year’s Eve party thrummed, filled with the press of the bodies and the funky-scented mix of cheap beer and sweaty bodies.

Virginia Dawson wove her way through them, searching for her boyfriend, Jake. They’d been having a great time together, dancing, laughing, until he’d gone off to get another cosmopolitan for her. 

Or several, by the length of time he’d been gone.

It didn’t take a half hour to find the fridge, especially not in a place as small as this.

She stumbled over a few prone bodies, and peeked around a doorway into the kitchen. Huh. No Jake.

After a circle of the apartment the party swayed noisily through, she finally found him on the host’s threadbare black couch, his arm slung around the neck of a pretty blonde, eyes framed in thick glittery blue eyeliner.

“Jake…?”

And omg this part

"Frankie stood there, leaning against the doorjamb, tumble of gorgeous hair askew, naked but for a pair of very sexy black boxers, skung low on his hips. His lips twitched at the corner in the delicious suggestion of a naughty smile. He mouthed come here, honey, and playfully crooked his finger."

Well, well, well, it seems as though you have inspired me with this! Oof! I gotta write some headcanons! Hope these are good! 😈

Ps: I might have been inspired by Will and Elizabeth’s argument in the P.O.C movie “At Worlds End” . 😂

“If you make your decisions alone, how can I trust you?!” Marcus bellows at you, as the two of you storm down the hallway of the Heroics building. It’s quiet and dark. Marcus had given you a chance when you agreed to stop working for the other side. He would be lying if he said it wasn’t partly because he had always found you so alluring and dangerous, that it appealed to a part of him he thought he had lost before becoming a father.

“You can’t.” You grind out between your clenched teeth. Your jaw was hurting from where one of the asshole henchmen you used to work with, popped you when you weren’t looking. You thought since you knew the old boss backwards and forwards that you could infiltrate his facility without getting caught. Maybe even earn a congratulatory high - five from the other Heroics who had you on thin ice since you decided to join. They gave Marcus a lot of heat for letting you join, and to see you almost blow their whole mission; well...let’s just say Marcus was happy to have found you by himself.

Marcus suspected something was up when he saw you looking through the database to find the new location of your former employer. You were too headstrong for your own damn good. Luckily he caught you before your former boss could put your head on a pike and before the other Heroics could give Marcus a hearty “I told you so” .

“Let go of me, Marcu -“

“We are a team! That means you don’t do stupid shit like this and not tell anyone! You could have been killed!”

“I had it under control. Until you showed up.” You spat at him, trying to free your arm from his iron clad grip.

“If I hadn’t shown up —- do you ever think before you do things?!” He snapped, as you yanked your arm from his grasp but only because you had struck his veins with a quick icy blast. He hissed and shook his arm angrily.

“Once a villain always a villain.” He grumbled, not realizing his faux pas until it was too late. You had already turned and were heading out the door. Marcus saw this and used his powers to slam the double doors shut. Your hair turned a bright silvery white, an indicator that you were going full ice queen.

“Open the damn doors before I freeze them off!” You shouted at Marcus who was shoving his katanas back into their scabbards. He stalked towards you, not making a peep. This only added fuel to your already burgeoning fire.

“Let. Me. Go.” You emphasized each word, but Marcus cornered you against the doors that you had already begun to freeze. Your back was pressed against it, but it felt normal to you. Besides, the cold never bothered you anyways.

The ice would have melted under Marcus’s intense gaze. Instead of apologizing, Marcus slammed his pillowy lips against yours. The white in your hair faded, as you grabbed his face, kissing him back roughly. His mustache scraped against your face, adding to the sensory overload you were already feeling.

“Stubborn, fucking, woman.” He spat out in between loud and passionate kisses. His tactical vest somehow made it to the floor, and your ass was propped up on one of the computer tables, unknowingly smacking a bunch of keys in the process. Marcus’s lips were better than you could have ever imagined. Despite the fact that he hadn’t dated in years, he was surprised he still knew how to turn a woman on.

“I hate you.” You grumbled as he caught your full bottom lip in between his porcelain capped teeth. A low growl emanated from his muscular chest.

“I hate you too.” He grinned.

(I forgot who this belonged to as well! Someone tell me so I can give credit!)

what’s this? what’s this? there’s people singing songs what’s this? the streets are lined with little creatures laughing everybody seems so happy have I possibly gone daffy?

Writers: how about you rule mandalore instead

Din:

I’m gonna freaking cry this is so sweet

i just want you for my own,

more than you could ever know

make my wish come true,

🌲 Christmas at Hogwarts 🌲

hahaha oh my god i can totally get behind this. like him just constantly playing dumb with you like “i’m flattered you’d think i could ever be that cool” and you’re like “i never said it was cool moreno!” but like, you both know it’s pretty fucking cool.

and you’re on the verge of an aneurysm every other day because you know exactly who he is even if he refuses to admit it. and whenever you see footage of him on the news doing something incredibly dangerous and spinning around with those swords of his it takes about five years off of your life. but not because you’re like, into him or anything. cause listen, it’s totally normal to be worried about a colleague/work friend who is obviously moonlighting as a god damn superhero who goes on dangerous missions. if he gets hurt or worse, but you refuse to even go there you’d get saddled with picking up his workload and that would be annoying and stressful.

so for the sake of your own sanity, you’ve decided that’s the only reason why you find yourself holding your breath whenever you see him jumping around the city, swords out, running straight into a burning building, or at a...swarm of aliens? and absolutely nothing to do with the fact that this might be the one time he doesn’t come back to you in one piece...and then you won’t get to see him around the office flashing you that kind smile that leaves you just as breathless, while those warm brown eyes twinkle behind those stupid glasses he wears that really aren’t stupid at all.

and when you see him in the elevator the following monday sporting a not so small cut on the bridge of his nose, marcus claims it was from an accident involving building his daughter a treehouse over the weekend, but you don’t believe him. so you roll your eyes and call him an idiot under your breath as you turn around to smash the button that will take the two of you to your shared office floor. and even though you can’t see his face, you can feel him smiling at the back of your head. fuck, he better not have super hearing because you really don’t want to explain why your heart is racing so fast.

He realized that a temper isn’t an excuse for cruelty after Belle showed a bit of her own temper, then gently thanked him for saving her, since she has enough self control to chill out when the argument is done and isn’t too proud to give credit where it’s due.

He respected her for helping him and not backing down (I’m convinced respect is what he “never felt… about anyone”, not love. Not yet). He found being kind has a dopamine kick that aggression just doesn’t provide (library). She doesn’t look down on him for being illiterate, which he was embarrassed about, and started teaching him because by that point they had become friends. He probably would have let her go then if she’d asked, and been spared the broken heart by letting her go after he’d fallen completely.