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Forgotten Night (Frankie Morales x Reader)

character: frankie morales - triple frontier

summary: You wake up to find your long time crush, next to you!

word count: 2.2k

warnings: reader has memory problems :( lil bit of angst, fluffly too tho always <3 oh and pancakes ! (no use of y/n and they use they/them!)

comments: hi! i've been having the most massive writer's block lately so sorry for the lack of writings. i do have 3 other wips that i'll hopefully finish soon! but for now hope yall enjoy this one!! (also yes this is a reupload)

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As you awaken from your slumber, sunlight enters your eyes through your unusually open window. Your eyes blinking quickly as they adjust to the bright light. Migraine consumes you as you slowly sit up, attempting but failing to recall the events of the previous night.

"Good morning, baby." A voice suddenly appearing next to you, making you jump. It's a familiar voice you heard, but your drowsiness makes it difficult to tell who it is. Surprisingly, you slowly turn to face them, only to see your long-time crush, Frankie. It took a few moments for you to realize what he had called you. Baby? Why would he call me that?

Confounded by your staring and lack of response, he placed a hand on your cheek, gently caressing it before slithering his hand to the back of your neck and pulling you in for a quick peck. "Sorry, I have to leave, but I'll be back later in the evening, okay?"

You nodded quickly, still taken aback by the nickname and now by his kiss. You watch as Frankie gets out of bed, gathers his belongings, and remembers to smile softly at you before leaving the room.

Your body is still frozen as a result of what just happened. You touched your lips as you lay back down on your pillow. You try again and again to recall the events of the previous night, but you’re unsuccessful. Although, this isn't the first time you've forgotten something important. Your mind works in a complex manner, possibly much more so than that of some or more people. Having a tendency to forget minor or major details, events, or even something that has just occurred. But it appears that this is the worst possible time for you to forget.

Frankie had been your friend for a long time, having met you in a bar when you were down and him completely cheering you up. Surprisingly, despite your terrible memory, you can recall every detail of that day. Your friend had nagged you to go out with her, promising you a good time if you came with her. Only for her to abandon you for some girl she met. Frankie had come to that bar for a quick drink, which turned into a long one when he encountered your sulking self.

You aren't a trusting person, and you initially turned him down when he approached you. What else could he want besides to get into your pants, you reasoned. But a quick glance at his face reveals a gentleness beneath his rugged exterior. So you gave him the benefit of the doubt. What a good descision that was. He listened to you and comforted you until he saw a smile on your face that lasted until the end of the night and more.

From then on, he turned into one of your closest friends. He was nothing more than a great friend at first, always willing to be there when you needed him. But as you spent more time with him and got to know him, feelings began to emerge. So it's a little heartbreaking for him to suddenly be in your bed, kissing you, and you have no idea why or how he got there with you. Did he kiss me last night too?

It feels like an eternity waiting for Frankie to arrive. You couldn't wait to ask him about what happened the night before. But hold on. What if he gets hurt because I forgot about it? Clearly, he had a good night last night. But, on the other hand, I can't just accept the fact that I've forgotten what might have been my first time with him. You spent the entire day trying to remember, retracing your steps around the house, but nothing came to mind.

You eventually stopped trying to remember those events, choosing instead to clean the house and make yourself more presentable for Frankie. And then, before you knew it, the bell rang.

"Hey, bought us food." He gave you a kiss before letting himself in, putting the bag of food down before sitting down himself. "I was thinking we could watch-”

"I have something to say to you, Frankie." You sat down next to him, hesitantly taking his hand in yours.

"Are you all right?" He notices your worried expression and frown. His hands caressing yours helps to calm you down a little. "Yeah, I just have something I need to tell you."

"Of course, anything."

Taking deep breaths, you muster the courage to tell him, "Frankie, I have terrible memory problems. I forget things very easily, to the point where I sometimes forget what just happened or even an entire day. I can't keep it under control, no matter how hard I try.”

"That's fine, honey. If you forget something, I'll always remind you." He carressed your cheek, leaning in for a kiss.

"No, wait a minute. I'm not finished yet." You hold his face a little longer before proceeding. "I- I don't remember what happened last night."

"What?"

You let go of his hand, averting your gaze from his perplexed expression. He waits patiently for you to continue. "I have no memory of what happened last night. I tried all day to recall something, anything, but nothing came to mind. I don't know why you kissed me this morning and why you were in bed with me. I figured something happened last night for you to do that, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't recall it." Before proceeding, you take a deep breath "Did i say something to you? Did you say something to me? I just need to know what happened, and i'm really sorry that i forgot.”

Frankie paused for a moment, slightly saddened that you forgot, but as you said, you didn't forget on purpose, and he knows it. "Hey, It's all right, I'll tell you what happened.”

The ring of the doorbell drew your attention, and you dashed to it, opening it to reveal Frankie. "Hey! What brings you here? Come on in." You lead him into the house and then sit down on the couch, where he joins you.

"I have the day off today, and what better way to spend it than with you?" He envelops you with his arm, snuggling you close. You laugh, feeling your cheeks warm up. "You came at a good time, you know! I was about to start making pancakes!"

"Great! Let's get cooking!" He stands up and takes your hand in his, leading you to the kitchen. The two of you prepared the ingredients and utensils. You also grabbed two aprons, one for each of you, and gave one to him.

Frankie notices the words 'kiss the cook' on your apron. "Nice apron," he says as he bumps his hips against yours. You frown, checking your apron, "Hey! A friend of mine got this for me."

"It's cute." He mumbles as he stirs the ingredients in the bowl. "You're also cute." He looks down, confused, and discovers that he, too, was wearing the same type of apron. Then, above his head, a lightbulb went off. He smirks as he dips his finger into the batter and smothers it on your cheek.

Slowly turning your head in shock, you dipped your fingers in the mix and lathered them on his face. "Oh, it's on." He dipped his hand into the mixture and grinned at you. You stood on the other side of the counter, anticipating his next move. Frankie walks slowly around the counter, with you mirroring his movements. When he suddenly quickens his pace and sprints to you.

The both of you reached the sofa, one by each end. You swiftly make your way to your bedroom and hid behind the door. Minutes past and Frankie haven't come in the room. You peak out the door, nothing. Sneaking through the hallway, no sign of Frankie yet.

When you get to the kitchen, there's still no sign of Frankie. All of a sudden, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place. “Ha! I've got you!" He says this while smothering both of your cheeks with batter, one arm still holding you in place.

As Frankie gently pokes and pinches your battered cheeks, laughter fills the room. You slither your way around his arms and turn to face him. You froze, your face only a few inches away from his. His gaze fell to your lips, parting slightly. Slowly, the distance between you two narrowed, and your lips finally intertwined.

For a brief moment, your lips molded together, until you drew away from him. "We should clean up." Frankie nodded as he watched you slither away from his arms and disappear into the hallway.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, noticing your sloppy figure and pancake mix-smothered face. "Oh god, it had to happen with me looking like this?" You sighed as you washed your face and tidied your hair, then went to your closet. You rummaged through it and found an oversized shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants for Frankie.

When you get to the living room where you found him, you hand him the clothes and tell him, "You've got some batter on your clothes, so—you can use my bathroom." He took the clothes and nodded, then proceeded to the bathroom.

You decide to wait for him in your bedroom. You had to talk about that kiss; it had to mean something, you reasoned. Maybe it's time to let it all out.

Frankie emerged from the bathroom, freshly dressed and clean. He notices you sitting on the bed and decides to join you. "So, about that kiss."

"Y'know, I've been thinking about doing that since I walked in the door."

"Really?" you blush, averting your gaze a little.

"To be honest, I came here to tell you how much I like you. I just can't stand seeing you with other people. I want to be with you and treat you better than those idiots."

"They weren't that bad," you chuckle.

"Oh, please! They were a fool to let you go. I've always thought that if anyone were to be with you, they would be the luckiest person in the world; god, you're always taking care of people to the point where you don't take care of yourself. You're the sweetest person I've ever met. Every touch you send relaxes me in so many ways. It's upsetting to see them mistreat you and leave you.”

"Maybe you're right about some of them, but sometimes it’s me."

"What do you mean?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about you while I was dating them, and I couldn't bear the thought of them wasting their time on me, so I broke up with them. I'm not as great as you think I am, Frankie." you take a pause "I dated them because I didn't believe I stood a chance with you. I thought you were a great guy from the first time we met, comforting me—a complete stranger at the time—for no reason. And as I got to know you better, my feelings grew stronger. But there was never a good time for me to say it or act on it.”

"I get that. In fact, I did the same thing. Dated other people to distract myself from my feelings for you, but it never worked. It's stupid of me to realize this now, but I'm not going to waste any more time." He envelops your hands in his, "I'm not afraid to say that I adore you in every way. I want to be the reason to your gorgeous smile. I know I'm not the best person, but I promise I'll treat you well.”

Your cheeks warmed up at his words, tears threatening to spill over the euphoric emotions you're experiencing. Instead of saying anything, you let go of his hands and placed them on his face. "Can I kiss you?"

"I'd be a fool to say no."

Your lips molded with his once more, and your hands moved to tangle themselves in his hair. His arms are wrapped around your waist, gently pushing you onto the bed.

Frankie pulls back, hovering above you. "I love you so much," he says as he gives you a short kiss.

"I absolutely love you, too, Frankie Morales."

"We talked and cuddled the rest of the night. Eventually we fell asleep, and the rest is history."

Your memories began to flood back to you. Your feelings and actions have finally returned to your mind. When you look down at your hands, emotions take over and tears flow from your eyes. "I mean everything I said, Frankie. I know I forgot it before, but I now remember saying and doing everything, I promise, I truly do love you."

"I know, baby." He pulls you into his lap, hugging you close. "I'm neither angry nor sad that you forgot. I know you were speaking from the heart last night, and I don't doubt you for a second; I love you."

The two of you relaxed in each other's warmth, wrapped together till the end of the night.

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@greeneyedblondie44

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fluff #frankie morales #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales imagine #triple frontier #frankie morales triple frontier #triple frontier imagine

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Comfort Person (Javi Gutierrez x Reader)

character: Javi Gutierrez - The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

summary: Javi comforts you during your period

word count: 767

warnings: ofc period talk. PURE FLUFF!! might be innacurate to Javi’s real self. a lil messy bc i kinda rushed this but it’s ok.

comments: i need this real bad :,) very much self indulgent. i’ll proofread this one day :)

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Worry seeps through him when he notices you haven't responded to his text message; he's used to you responding quickly when he informs you that he's on his way home. Were you upset with him? But why is that? Previous texts were normal, this morning was a good one, and you two had an amazing date yesterday. So, what exactly is going on? Javi decided to stop overthinking things and just assume you fell asleep, which seemed more likely.

When he arrived at his house, he announced his presence but received no response. He dashed into your shared bedroom, only to be relieved by the sight in front of him.

You managed to set up a tent around the bed. There were some pillows and plushies on the floor, most likely because the inside was overflowing with them. On your bedside table, lit candles with your favorite scent. All of this can only mean one thing: you're on your period. This isn't the first time he's come home to this; it's a cute little thing you do, cover yourself up with warm cushions to hide the cramps a little bit.

"How are you feeling, my love?" His question was met with a low groan, the bed shifted as you fidgeted inside your makeshift cave. He crept inside the tent, looking for you. When he finally sees you, he kisses your forehead in awe. “I’m gonna head out for a bit okay? I’ll be quick.” Giving you another kiss, this time on the lips before he slips away from the tent, now earning a small whine from you.

He put on his shoes again, grabbed his keys, and went straight to the market. On the way, he made a mental note of what to buy, including your favorite snacks, drinks, and sweets, as well as pads in case you run out.

When he arrived at the market, he grabbed all of the items he had planned to get, as well as some other things he hadn't planned to get but that you would definitely enjoy. Warm soup from the meal booth, a large plushie of your favorite animal, and a heating pad, remembering you complaining about your previous one. After paying, he placed the items in the back seat and returned to you.

"I'm back, and I bought you some things." He puts everything on the floor and sat himself down. He noticed you peeking out from the tent and immediately delivered the bag of food and beverages to you. "Here you have it, honey." Before grabbing your empty glass and the heating pad, he gave you a reassuring smile. Heading to the kitchen to refill your water and prepare the heating pad, coming back to you when everything's ready.

"Mind if I slide next to you?" You nod, Javi handing you the heating pad before settling into the pile of cushions. He asks if you want to watch anything and immediately turns on the television. When the two of you found a comfortable position, he initiated a cuddle, enveloping you in his arms and gently caressing you.

You two sat in comfortable silence, watching television. Javi will occasionally give you reassuring pats and kisses to take your mind off the pain. He notices that your figure is more relaxed, and he peeks at you that you've fallen asleep. He carefully and gently repositioned you to your usual sleeping position before cuddling into you.

Javi stretches as he wakes up in the morning. He notices you're not in bed anymore and assumes you're probably in the bathroom until you walk in with two coffees in your hand. "Good morning, honey. I made you some coffee."

You returned to your original position before handing him his coffee and kissing him on the cheek. "I just wanted to say thank you for looking after me. I know I can be a little annoying during these times, so I wouldn't mind if you were away during it, you know?"

"Hey, I enjoy taking care of you, and you're not at all annoying. Also, I would never leave you alone in times like this, unless you want me to?"

“No! No! I enjoy having you here with me, but I don't want to burden you."

"You're never a burden to me, and the thought of being separated from you for a week is unbearable." You put your coffee down, giggling at his response, before snuggling close to him.

"Thank you once more, baby. I love you so much."

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@greeneyedblondie44

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fluff #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez fluff #javi gutierrez tuwomt #javi gutierrez imagine #javi gutierrez x reader

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dumplinshee · 2 years

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HAPPY INTERNATIONAL ASEXUALITY DAY

Happy Ace day to all my fellow Acespecs

To the Asexuals, Demisexuals, Greysexuals

To the Aceflux’s and cupiosexuals,

To the lithosexuals, fraysexuals

To all those on the ace spec that I haven’t listed

To the sex favourable. the sex indifferent, the sex repulsed

To those who are acepec: arospec, hetero romantic, bi romantic, homo romantic, pan romantic

To those still questioning or confused

To all those who are apart of this community (sorry if I did not list above)

You are all valid and beautiful.

Happy International Asexual Day 💜 🖤🤍

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Special Needs (Pt. 1) (Dieter Bravo x Reader)

character: Dieter Bravo - The Bubble

summary: You're Dieter's assistant on a semi-vacation while he shoots his new film, until they call you in to stay in the hotel where he's staying.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: tiny angst? mentions of sex, SOFT!DIETER BC I CAN, cheesy goodness!!

comments: This was originally longer, but i decided to make it into two parts! So watch out for part two! Also! first time writing angst so hope i do it right hehe

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Dieter had accepted a role in the upcoming Cliff Beasts 6 film, and in order for him to participate, the film's crew had imposed a quarantine on the actors. Good for you, his assistant; it meant you'd have a lot less work than you did before, given that you weren't allowed to stay in the hotel where they were staying. You're semi-vacation was going wonderful; you get to work calmly from home and your usually packed errands are practically nonexistent.

This vacation, however, does not grant you a relief from Dieter. When he felt lonely, he would text you every minor convenience, asking to call or video chat. It wouldn’t be much of a problem if those calls hadn’t made you felt a type of way. The idea that he turned to you when he needed someone is heartwarming, even if you know deep down that there's nothing special between the two of you. Just a celebrity and his assistant.

You received an odd call a few months ago from a man named Gavin, telling you to stay in the hotel where Dieter was staying. When asked why, the man replied, 'Mr. Bravo insisted you come,' which was odd because Dieter himself didn't tell you to come. Thinking about how urgent it might be, you quickly packed some essentials and threw in a few outfits suitable for every occasion. Gavin had sent you the flight ticket and details, as well as his best wishes for a safe flight.

As the car approaches the hotel's entrance, you notice Dieter's figure waving at you. When you get out of the car, you're surprised to find yourself engulfed in Dieter's arms. "I'm so glad to see you." "I-i'm glad to see y-you too, Mr. Bravo," you say, fumbling your words as you slowly wrap your arms around him, patting him on the back. "Are you okay?" He abruptly lets go of you and looks into your eyes, saying, "We'll talk in the room, come on." He struts into the hotel and ushers you in. Looking behind you, you notice two people carrying your belongings, allowing you to quickly catch up to your boss.

He escorted you to... his room? It has the same layout as the room from his video calls, and it's quite messy, indicating that someone has been living in it. 'There is no way this is my room,' you thought. Dieter waited for the people to put your luggage down before closing the door, “I am dying in here.”

“Are you alright? Are they not treating you right? Do you need anything?” He approached you slowly. “Do you wanna have sex?” Shocked, you step back a couple of steps, hitting the bed.

Did he really say what i thought he said? No it couldn’t be. Why would he want to do... That! With me? Besides! We can’t, if anyone finds out i’m done! An assistant fucking their boss? Whose a celebrity?! Oh they’re gonna think i got this job just to get a chance with him... Well, i mean i do think he’s quite attractive but i never expected anything to happen between us, i mean he’s him! and i’m just me.

The sound of his mouth repeating your name brought you back to reality. "U-uh yes! I mean! No! This is wrong, sir. We can’t." He takes a close step, perhaps too close. You take a step back, forgetting about the bed behind you, ending with you falling onto it. Dieter took advantage of the situation by hovering his figure above you, keeping you in place. "What's the harm? I see the way you look at me, i know you want me."

Oh my god, I'm done. Goodbye, career.

"I-no! We really shouldn't. I can't do it."

"Tell me why."

In actuality, I've pondered this moment many times before. I never hesitated to say yes all of those times. But now that it's happening, I can't help but wonder what it means for our future. Will we evolve into something more? Or am i just someone to satisfy his desires just for one night only?

You lightly caressed his cheek with your hand. Surprised by the soft touch, he melted into your warmth, satisfying his need even if its just a tiny bit, “We can’t, Dieter.”

"Please, i need you. Tell me why we can’t."

“Because. I-i'm afraid. I don’t want to do this with you if it meant—” The following words couldn't come out of your mouth. You realized what you were about to say, something that could jeopardize the relationship between you two. Dieter wasn't your favorite person at first, nor would you ever thought he would be. However, during your time as his assistant, you discovered how gentle he can be. Especially since you've been separated from him for a few months, the texts between the two of you have deepened your bond to the point where you couldn't deny those feelings any longer. You truly loved this man, and the thought of doing this just for pleasure isn't enough.

Dieter looks at you, waiting for your next words. You sigh defeatedly, it's now or never. "I don't want to do this with you if it's meaningless. Dieter, I love you. I know I shouldn't, but I can't stop myself. And I know you don't feel the same way, so I wouldn't blame you if you fired me right here right now." His expression was the same as before, with no indication of what he was thinking at the time. They remained in that position for a long time before you caved. "Please, Dieter, say something."

His expression finally changed, his eyes softening and he smiled. Finally, he pressed his lips against yours. You couldn't believe how soft, intimate, and romantic it was. Seconds came by before you finally kissed him back.

As he pulls away, it's his turn to place his hand on your cheek, gently caressing it. "Adorable." Hearing him chuckle sent a rush of adrenaline through you, pushing him away from you, finally sitting straight after an hour. Dieter lay on the floor, stunned by what had just occurred, and looked at you, perplexed.

"Do you think I'm joking? Why did you laugh? Why did you kiss me? You can't just—play! with my emotions like this, Dieter! I truly love you, and it pains me that I can't be with you!"

"How come you can't be with me?"

"Wh- Huh—you know why. I'm you, and you're me."

He got up and sat down beside you, taking your hand in his. "Listen to me. I 'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you think that way. I care about you, hell, I don't even know what I would do without you. The time I've spent here quarantining would have been dreadful if it hadn't been for our phone calls. When I couldn't sleep, your voice soothed me. Oh, and seeing you at home, all cozy in your pyjamas, god, you're the cutest. You drew me in with your wonderful self. I didn't bring you here just to have sex with you; I just couldn't wait to see you again."

"D-do you really mean it?"

"I truly, deeply do."

Your eyes began to water, but you quickly blinked them away. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your forehead against his. His hands reach for your waist and pull you into his lap. "Do you wanna cuddle?"

You give him a quick peck on the lips, giggling at the unexpected question. "I would be delighted to." He placed his hands under your thighs, gently picking you up and laying you down. He scooted over to the other side of the bed, close to you. When you suddenly sat up before he could wrap his arms around you, "I think I should clean myself up first; wouldn't you rather have me all nice and comfy?"

"You look fantastic to me—oh, did you bring your red and white plaid pyjamas?"

"Oh so that's the one you like! and yes, I brought it, I'll change into that right now okay?" you say, raising an eyebrow. He nods cheerfully, grabbing the back of your neck and luring you in for a soft kiss.

"So, how do I look?" Looking up, he frantically stood up and ran to you, scooping you into his arms when he arrived. "You look absolutely gorgeous, darling. We're free to cuddle now, right?"

Nodding, Dieter led you to the bed, showering you with kisses when the two of you found a comfortable position.

Time passed, the two of you enjoying each other's company, no talking, with occasional kisses. Dieter chuckled as he noticed you sound asleep in his arms. "I love you, can't wait to spend tomorrow with you."

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fluff #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fluff #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo imagine #dieter bravo the bubble #dieter bravo smut

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Picnic Date (Marcus Moreno x Reader)

character: Marcus Moreno - We Can Be Heroes

summary : you and marcus go on a picnic date

word count : 383

warnings : none, just fluff!

comments : wanted to write a cute little picnic date fluff and i chose marcus bc it felt right hehe hope yall like it! (got the gif on pinterest by Jane R!!)

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You and Marcus agreed to have an annual monthly date after realizing you hadn't been on a date in a long time due to his and your respective jobs. It was his turn to plan the date this month. His dates were more laid-back, preferring a calmer atmosphere to one full of adventure, as he believes his life is already full of excitement.

Marcus had arranged a charming little picnic date this time. He enjoys the planning stage so much that he packed lots of food, drinks, and even games to keep them entertained. Not to mention the fact that he leased a pick-up truck just for this date, as his own car would be unsuitable with his plans. He also crammed a lot pillows and blankets.

Marcus drove with one hand while the other was interlaced with his sweetheart on the way to the picnic area, which was accompanied by a comfortable stillness.

It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, a lovely meadow brimming with vibrant flowers. Marcus was the first to exit the vehicle and set up the back of the pickup truck, neatly arranging the pillows and blankets. When he was done, he assisted you in climbing the cargo bed and then hopped up himself.

The meadow is tranquil and devoid of people, with the exception of the two of you. What a great date it is, nibbling on delectable treats, laughing together while playing games, and generally enjoying each other's company.

When you're having fun, time flies, and before they realized it, the sun was sinking, signaling that their date was coming to a close. "I wish we could stay here forever." You frown as you draw closer to his figure. "As wonderful as it sounds, honey, our forever will have to wait."

"But the sun hasn't completely set yet!" Can’t we stay a bit longer? Please?” You looked at him with the sweetest puppy eyes, trying to prevent him from refusing. Little did you know, this man would go to any length for you, and those eyes you gave him only added to his love for you. "Of course, we can stay an hour or so longer. It's been a lovely day, hasn't it?"

"Yes, it is. Thank you for this date, my love.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fluff #marcus moreno #marcus moreno fluff #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno imagine

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Maid Cafe (Frankie Morales x Reader)

character: Frankie Morales - Triple Frontier

summary : There's a new maid cafe in town, and Frankie and his friends had to check it out!

word count : 1.2k

warnings : the reader wears a maid outfit, reader is thick :3 , implied age gap (not specified), no use of y/n, reader uses they/them, slight fluff!

comments : i actually wrote this for someone else, but since i don’t write for them anymore, i revamped it to fit Frankie! theres another old one that i would like to fit into one of Pedro’s characters but i’m still debating on who hehe lil sneek peek of it, picnic date! (also ill fix the divider thing at the end later sorry!)

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Ben learned of a maid cafe that had recently opened, and that it had already received positive feedback the first week it was open, with customers stating that the cafe is pleasant, has great food, and the maids themselves are all pretty. So it was only natural for Benny to invite the guys to the intriguing cafe.

The moment they enter, two maids welcomed them, adressing them as ‘masters’. One of the two approached them with a welcoming smile, escorting them to their seats, dismissing themself after giving them the menu.

They paused to take in their surroundings. The walls are painted light pink, while the floor and ceiling are white. Surprisingly, despite the bright colors, the room feels welcoming and pleasant. The cream chairs and tables also help to pull the space together. There's also a showcase of delectable desserts, including a variety of cakes and ice cream flavors. The waitresses themselves are dressed in different pastel colored maid outfits.

After a few moments, you approached them and introduced yourself as their maid. You go on to describe the cafe's set norms as well as the various amusements guests can order, such as a photograph with a maid of their choice. After you'd finished talking, you asked the guys whether they were ready to order, and you took it when they said yes.

“This place is pretty legit, huh. I feel out of place here.” Will states, the others nodding in agreement. As the guys conversed, Frankie eyed you from across the room. The light blue outfit you wore fitting your form to a T. You were chubbier than the rest of the maids, but to Frankie, that just made it better.

"Quit it, you know you're not allowed to make moves on the maids," the others said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“What? "All I'm doing is staring."

"We all know you're going to flirt with them as soon as they come back."

"I'm not going to, but it wouldn't hurt to look."

"Suure, suure, oh wait! Isn't there a way to request a photo with them? Why don't you get one?"

"That's a little excessive."

"Oh, come on, it's just a photo, what could possibly go wrong?"

The conversation came to a halt as they notice your figure approaching their table, laying their orders on the table. Every meal was cutely adorned, with sauces drawn in the shape of animals while the drinks sprinkled with edible glitter. “Wait, before you go, we’d like to request a pic with you.”

Frankie glares at Will, perplexed. “Of course, you can! One of each, yes?”

“Nope, only one, with him.” He triumphantly declares, pointing to a flustered Frankie. You smile lightly, informing them that the picture will be taken after payment is made.

“You. Are. Welcome.” Frankie looks at him, puzzled and slightly enraged. “For what? Embarrasing me?”

“Oh please! It’s a good chance to woo them.”

“Did you forget the fact that i’m not allowed to?”

“Forget the rules! They could be the one or something.”

“When did you get all sappy.”

“Relax, Fish. Just take the damn pic, Will’s paying anyway.” Santi suggests. “Wait, what do you mean im paying?!”

"It's only fair; it was your idea, and you're forcing him to carry it out."

Will sighs, “Fine.”

As they ultimately delved into their meal, the topic faded from their minds. Frankie can't help but be nervous. He hasn't dated anyone in a long time, let alone someone like you. Innocent, young and cute, a mere opposite of him.

You visit the four men's table after they've finished their meals, asking how their food tastes and offering them the check while you lay the empty dishes on the tray. You nod gratefully as you accept their pleasant responses and the check, remembering to smile as you depart from their table.

While waiting for their payment to be processed, your gaze is drawn to the man with whom you are about to take a picture. You take note of his features; his cap, which had been off while he ate, had already been reapplied, concealing his dark brown curls. His mustache was neat, yet his scruff was uneven but rather appealing. But there's something about his dark brown eyes that draws you in. His looks appears rugged at first, but if you look into those eyes, you'll notice a gentleness radiating from him.

The ding of the register jolts you out of your reverie, and you compose yourself before returning to their table. "I apologize for the delay; we can take the picture now!"

You motion them to follow you to another room, where they will find a small studio. You explain how this will work to Frankie, "Before we shoot the picture, I'll let you pick out any props or accessories you'd like me or yourself to use. After the photo is taken, I'll personalize the photo for you using stickers and markers. If you let me of course!"

Frankie gives you a quiet nod and a little grin to put you at ease. He walks up to the table, which is laden with props and accessories, and the others follow. "Put these ears on!" Ben made a suggestion.

Ben removed his cap and clipped the dog ears into his hair before Frankie could even refuse, while Santi handed you the cat ears. "Do you want me to put the collar on as well?" "No!" Frankie screamed, eyes wide. " It's all right!" He averted his gaze to hide his blush.

"Is that all for the accessories?" you inquire, slightly adjusting your dress. Frankie nods once again, afraid that if he speaks, his words would betray him.

Nodding, you gesture him to the set, encouraging him to strike a pose. He hesitantly raises one hand to form a paw, smiling as the photographer takes the image, ignoring the guys' laughs. You dash to the photographer to get the photograph and present it to Frankie. "Is it all you'd like it to be?" "It looks all right." “Great! I'll go ahead and decorate it right now; don't worry, I'll be quick!" Before approaching the desk with the decorating supplies, give him a friendly grin.

You attach the light blue and light brown stickers to match both your clothing, as well as draw a few mini cats and dogs to fit the motif, returning your gaze at the men before you place something else on the back of the picture. You quickly dry the photo by fanning it, wrapping it in a protective film then placing it in a small envelope. Last but not least, you sign your name and a 'come back soon!' on the front of the letter.

“Here it is! I'll take you all to the entrance now!" You hand Frankie the envelope and head for the door as he takes it. "Thank you very much for taking the time to come by! We look forward to seeing you again soon!" You smile as you wave at them and watch them fade away.

He finally arrives at his own house after dropping off his pals at their homes. He took out the letter and opened it, sighing as he sat on his couch, appreciating your gorgeous self as well as your pretty writing and decoration. He was about to put it back in the envelope when he finally noticed the back.

Hi! Here’s my number! Call me! <3

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Sunlight's Diner (Javier Pena x Reader)

character: Javier Peña - Narcos

summary: There’s a particular diner Javier goes to before work. Is it because of the food? Well yes, their food is tasty. But something, perhaps someone, keeps drawing him back.

word count: 562

warnings: none? slight fluff. just first meeting stuff

comments: Haven’t written anything in so long, im kinda rusty so spare me :,D Also, i have a series idea with this so if this gets enough notes/people like it i might continue it hehe. (also, no gendered specific terms in this one!)

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The diner's bell jingles, signaling Javier's arrival. The diner had only been open for two hours, so there were few customers. Javier takes a seat at the bar, his preferred spot. You emerge from the kitchen with another customer's meal in your hands, which you hand over to them before approaching him.

“G’morning Javi, what would you like today? The usual?”

“Always.”

With a slight nod followed with a soft smile, you return to the kitchen to prepare his meal. He's perplexed as to why he's so drawn to you. You’re gentle and quiet, the type that he wouldn’t usually go for. This fascination began with his first meeting with you, when a little gesture you made caused him to alter his daily routine starting that day.

"Sunlight's Diner is delighted to welcome you! How about we get started with a drink while you browse the menu.”

"Coffee black.” he says, not looking up from the menu.

"Great, i'll be right back.”

It takes a minute for you to return with his coffee.

"Alright, are you all set?"

That's when he raises his eyes from the menu for the first time, his deep brown gaze fixed on yours. Mesmerized, words fail to come out of your mouth. You think the man said something, but there was no sound. "You okay there?" he asks, puzzled by your rigid stillness.

You avoid his gaze, staring down at your fidgeting hands, embarrassed. Your flush is pretty noticeable, he notices it and discreetly chuckles, "I'll take the Sunlight Special."

"A-ah, that's wonderful! Coming right up!" You smile as you hurriedly walk to the kitchen. "Damn, what's with you?" exclaimed the cook, taken aback by your abrupt appearance.

"Nothing! Here you go! "You give the chef his order. While waiting for the meal, you steal a glimpse at him; he appears to be preoccupied with the newspaper he's reading, so you take the opportunity to study his features. Attractively disheveled hair, broad shoulders, and a well-kept stache over his seemingly soft lips, ‘what a man’

The man looks up directly into their direction, as if he had heard their thoughts. You rush behind the wall, fixating on the chef's cooking.

'I wonder if he has someone, he seems like he does. Looking like that? theres no way he doesn't. If anything, he's probably secured a wife-’ The ding of the call bell jolted you out of your trance, and you thanked the chef before delivering the food to the broodingly gorgeous man.

"Here's your order! I hope you enjoy it!" Before you proceeded to the kitchen, you gave him a smile. "Wait," you hear him say. Turning around, you see the identical stare he gave you the first time he peered at you, sending shivers up your spine. Shaking your head from your rising thoughts, you approach him, "Yes? Is there anything else you need?”

"What’s your name?" You open your mouth, expecting to say something in response to his surprising question, but nothing comes out. It's incredible what such a handsome man can do to you. "Would you give me your name if I told you mine?" He spoke through your daze, and when you realized what he was saying, you nodded.

"Javier Pena, It's great to meet you." He extends his hand to you. You tell him your name while snaking your hand into his. "Great to meet you too, Javier."

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