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Frankie’s Barber Shop

Summary: After his time in service, Frankie relies on routine–but you arrive to shake things up.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (no Y/N)

Rating: PG (minor language and suggestive thoughts)

Tags: FLUFF, reader washes/cuts Frankie’s hair and beard, meet-cute, Frankie is an anxious boi but he’s trying, this is pure tooth rotting fluff and an ode to Frankie’s hair

Notes: Every day when I drive from work I pass ‘Frankie’s Barber Shop’ and wish it was Frankie Morales’ (but we all know he’d call his like, 'Catfish Cuts’ or something)

I picture Frankie a bit younger here, done with the military but before the events of TF!

For my non-US readers, Great Clips is a chain of discount hairdressers!

Frankie Morales is a simple man; a man of routine. He puts his shoes on right-then-left, even when it means he has to teeter precariously on his bad knee. He brushes his teeth for exactly 2 minutes, as timed on the toothbrush. He wears the same grey t-shirt and jeans combo that has followed him since high school. So when he left Great Clips with a particularly bad $7.99 haircut, buzzed uneven and patchy to the point that the guys ribbed him for it for weeks, he dreadfully set to Google to find a new place.

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ghosts

—CHAPTER THREE: happy

pairing: Javier Peña x f! reader

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a/n: okay wow, this was at 3k when I promised it two weeks ago and now it’s 5.7k. just a slight continuity warning: this whole series is kind of a ‘fuck you’ to the narcos timeline bc I can’t remember when they were in Medellin or when Connie left and came back all relative to everything happening with Carrillo so don’t hate me, I’m going to make it work out I think

also just a general thought – to everyone who responded so well to the last two parts, your enthusiasm is what made me get this part done and edited, tell your fav authors you love them whenever you get the chance ! it makes a difference :)))

The day had been sort of a daze. 

By the time the sun had set gently behind the horizon, muting the sunlit sky into hues of lavender, you were already a few drinks deep, laying back on the front steps of the complex. Time was passing, the seconds turning to minutes, turning to hours, playing out so beautifully in the sky overhead with clouds and colors floating, changing with every breath, and you weren’t moving. You just couldn’t find the energy. 

Not to take a picture, not to flip through the diligently kept journal in your lap, not to do a damn thing but drink. It wasn’t a solution but at this point, it didn’t seem like it could do any more damage. 

The lavender grew darker. The soft orange of the streetlamps ignited up and down the length of the barely busy street. Windows that had previously welcomed the temperate afternoon breeze shut to the aching chill that blew in with the gradual fall of the blanket of dusk over the city. Glasses and bottles clinked with a cheer of ‘salud’ in the small restaurant down the street, couple’s arguments behind closed doors leaking into the street, the roar of a motorcycle’s engine being cut short as the chastising slap of a mother knocked the poor boy in the adjacent alley out of his confident bluff. All the little things. 

It was always the little things. 

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murky water

summary: Taking a bath with Din leads to a lovely question.

pairings: Din Djarin x Reader, The child

warnings: nudity but no smut, fluffffffff, baby yoda eating a butterfly (!?)

words: 1089

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She is gone. His heart stops beating and he takes a deep horrified breath. Din sits up on their shared cot and lets his gaze wander through the razor crest as if she would appear out of thin air. But she is nowhere to be seen.

Quickly, the mandalorian leaves the bed in full armor. He didn‘t take off his beskar, even though (Y/n) told him many times that this can‘t be comfortable. It can be indeed bothersome sometimes but they were only laying down for a short nap.

Din looks everywhere but (Y/n) isn‘t in the razor crest. She must be somewhere outside, on this strange planet – all alone. The child is looking at the mandalorian with his big eyes and cooes when his father picks him up.

With the help of his helmet, Din can see (Y/n)s foot prints and follows them with quick steps. His mind starts to wander and think about every terrible thing that could have happened to his love. But those thoughts disappear when he runs inside a cave and finds her naked in a well.

The sun shines through the open cave ceiling and illuminates (Y/n)s beauty. She looks like one of those mythical nymphs with her wet hair and peaceful face.

Din sighs relieved and starts to smile. Only when he sets the child down, does (Y/n) notice him. She jumps a little and tilts her head aside. There is no need for her to cover her nudity because the water is murky.

“Did you check it for monsters?“, Din asks as he starts walking towards the spring, followed by his son. His helmet notices no other living forms than (Y/n)s.

“Did you just look at my ass?“, (Y/n) asks almost appalled but grins nevertheless. She loves to tease her mandalorian lover. Slowly, she swims to the edge of the well to greet her son.

“No.“

“You did! I saw it!“

“You can‘t even see my face!“

Both laugh. (Y/n) splashes water at the child who giggles happily. But then the child discovers a butterfly and runs after it.

“Why don‘t you come in and join me?“, (Y/n) asks the mandalorian warrior and follows him with her eyes. Din walks around the well and kneels in front of his love. He places one of his gloved hands on (Y/n)s face and caresses her cheek with his thumb.

“He will be alright“, (Y/n) says as she follows Dins worried gaze towards their son. The mandalorian sighs and walks to the pile of clothes belonging to (Y/n).

While the female watches the child trying to catch the butterfly, Din starts taking off his beskar and clothes. After some time the only thing on his body is his helmet.

The moment the water touches Dins aching body he sighs and closes his eyes. He can‘t remember the last time he felt so calm.

The mandalorian walks to his love and wraps his strong arms around (Y/n)s waist, leaning the forehead of his helmet against her shoulder. (Y/n) wraps her delicate fingers around Dins hand and raises it out of the water, kissing the tattoo between thumb and index finger.

One of her lovely giggles make Din look up an watch his son swallow the last bite of the yellow butterfly. He sighs deeply and lets his free hand wander all over (Y/n)s body, caressing every inch of it.

“We should give you more food so that you don‘t have too eat insects, ad‘ika“, (Y/n) realizes and pets the childs little head when he arrives at the spring. Din smiles at the mandalorian nickname.

The child yawns and loses his balance, almost falling inside the murky water. Luckily, Din has fast reflexes and catches the little one before he can touch the water.

“Nap time“, the mandalorian says with his modulated voice and leaves (Y/n)s side. He places the child on a makeshift bed out of his clothes. His cloak gets draped over the childs small body and only after a few seconds he is asleep.

“At least his eating habits make him fall asleep quickly“, (Y/n) whispers with a sweet smile next to Din and caresses one of the childs ears.

After some time she turns her full attention back to the mandalorian who is leaning against the edge of the well. His arms are wide open on the edge and almost inviting (Y/n) to come closer. The beskar helmet is slightly tilted backwards and reflects the blue sky.

(Y/n) swims to her lover and places both her hands on the mandalorians chest. Droplets of water roll from his neck until they meet the water surface.

“Do you trust me?“, (Y/n) asks after a while and stares at the visor of the beskar helmet which moves from looking at the sky towards her face.

“Of course“, Din responds immediately, not understanding why his love would ask him such a question. He watches (Y/n) close her eyes and move her hands from his chest to his helmet. Din jerks away out of instinct. The female takes her hands from the cold metal with an expression full of regret. But then the mandalorian takes her small hands in his and takes off his helmet with (Y/n)s help.

Her eyes stay closed because she would never dare to hurt Dins trust. The mandalorian puts his helmet aside and while one of his hands pulls (Y/n) closer, the other caresses her neck. Her wet hair still feels soft against his fingers.

With happiness filling her whole body, (Y/n) grabs Dins face and starts to laugh with a few happy tears falling from her closed eyes. It‘s not the first time for her to touch his face but it feels magical every time.

Their foreheads and noses touch. And then finally, their lips meet in a passionate and fierce kiss. They can’t stop because the feeling of the other so close, is what makes them feel whole. Din never thought he would ever trust someone but here he is, kissing the person he loves the most.

“Marry me“, Din says between kisses and widens his eyes because he can‘t believe he just said that out loud. He is thinking about it every day but never really thought he would ask (Y/n).

Although (Y/n) is shocked, she doesn‘t open her eyes but stops kissing her lover. Silence fills the cave and the couple stops every movement – their foreheads still touching. Before Din can apologize, (Y/n)s lips lay on his once again.

And she whispers the word yes again and again – with so much love.

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JAVIER PEÑA’S HOTTEST MOMENTS

38. 53/139 votes → Javi wearing a plaid shirt in The Kingpin Strategy

If you're still doing marcus requests... do you think you could write something where he just broke up with Teresa and is preparing to go to DC, and the reader is his best friend, but she tries to muster up the courage to confess that she loves him before he goes? Thank you 💕

AHhh this is so cute! Thanks for requesting this! <3

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Marcus Pike x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: tiny bit of angst followed by fluff!

Love is a funny thing. 

It’s a funny thing simply because it can be so many things at once. It can be a warm slow growing feeling that begins as butterflies in your tummy before eventually moving it’s way into your heart. It can be an all at once feeling that seems to blow you off your feet. It can be a comforting feeling that reminds you of home and all the wonderful things that come with it. But it can also be sad. It can make your heart ache and your fingertips tingle. It can make your stomach roll in anxiousness, and make your mind run wild with all the different outcomes. But most of all, love is a powerful thing, able to make even the strongest man crumble beneath the weight of it all. 

Which is what happened to your best friend. 

You watched as Marcus experienced everything that love is, before the woman of his affections snatched it away when she realized her true feelings lied in another. While you were there as he cried on your shoulder and held you tightly in his arms as his grief ran out of him like a river, you couldn’t help the small sense of relief that washed over you. You too have experienced what Love is, except it was for the man who had cried in your arms, for the man you knew you could never have because he only saw you as his friend. 

You too knew that Love can be sad. 

You witnessed the awful ache that spread it;s tendrils through your chest when he told you he was leaving. You felt the way your stomach seemed to turn in on itself as you stood outside his door, ready to lay everything before him, no matter the outcome. Because you also knew all the good that Love can be, and that outweighed the bad, tenfold. And if there was even the slightest chance that Marcus could return the love you held for him, then you had to take that leap of faith.

You stood outside of Marcus’s apartment, wringing your hands together nervously as you built up the courage to knock on his door. It had been several weeks since Teresa had broken things off with Marcus, broken his heart. And now, he is leaving for DC, having told you the news over one of your weekly movie nights with empty Chinese takeout containers lying on the coffee table. You had held back your tears, shielded your crumbling heart as you hugged him and wished him the best. Because that;s what friends are supposed to do right? Encourage each other to pursue what’s best for them and what they want to do. Yet, as you hugged him and he hugged you back, you were unaware of the other heart breaking right across from yours. 

Marcus didn’t want to leave you. In fact he had hoped you would reduce his plan, ask him to stay so he had a reason too. Because, unbeknownst to you, Marcus had only pursued Theresa because he never thought he could have you. He hadn’t realized this until later, after he had been talking to you one night after the break up. But it seems even you didn’t want him around enough to ask him to stay. So he made the arrangements to go to DC, hoping time away from everything would help him forget. 

Marcus was actually packing the last of his bags when you took a deep breath and knocked firmly on his door. You shifted from one foot to the other anxiously as you waited for him to answer, and you felt your heart rate speed up as you heard his footsteps nearing the door. When the lock clicked and the door was pulled open to reveal the face of the man you loved, you felt a small if somewhat nervous smile come to your face. 

“Hey Marcus,” you greet quietly.

He beams at you, holding the door open wider to guide you into the apartment, “Hey, I didn’t expect you to come by,” he says, closing the door behind you and shoving his hands into his pockets as he looks around the mostly empty apartment, “I’m not really in the best spot to entertain right now,” he jokes.

You shake your head and send him a small smile, “You know I don’t care Marcus,” you say, “I just came by too…” you trail off, unsure of how to segway into what you want to tell him, “I wanted to see you again before you left,” you say finally, eyes falling to the floor. 

His eyes soften at your words, as if he himself had forgotten that he's moving across the country. He shifts on his feet for a moment before finally speaking again, “Why do I feel like that’s not the only reason you came all the way across town?”

You feel tears well up in your eyes at his words. Ever the FBI agent, trained to notice all the little things. Before you can stop yourself you launch yourself into Marcus, wrapping your arms around his middle and burrowing your face in his chest. Your tears soaking through the white t-shirt he’s wearing.

“Please don’t go, Marcus,” you beg quietly, voice wet with tears, “I don’t know what I’m going to do if you go.”

 After his momentary shock at your sudden actions, Marcus wraps his arms around you tightly, resting his head atop your own, your name falling from his lip, “I’ve already made the transfer...and all of my things have been moved down there. I can’t just-”

“I love you.”

Your voice is barely a whisper as the words slip past your lips, but Marcus hears them, and you feel his entire body tense, but you don’t move from your position in his arms. Instead you pull him tighter to you, afraid if you let go he’ll run away.

“That’s what I came here to tell you,” you admit, “I’ve felt like this for a while now but never said anything because I didn’t want to ruin what we had, and then you and Theresa -”

You hadn’t even been able to finish your sentence before Marcus was pulling you away from him, cradling your face in his hands and crashing his lips to yours. It didn’t take you long to respond, your body melting into his, as your hands rested on his wrists. Your tears seem to flow harder now, mixing together where your lips meet as you are bombarded with an onslaught of mixed emotions. Your lips move against his naturally, as if you both had done this a million times despite this being your first kiss. Marcus pulls away slowly after a few moments, both of you desperate for air. His hands stay where they are, his thumbs wiping at the tears on your cheeks, as your own hands fall to his chest. 

“Marcus? W-what, why did you-”

“I love you too,” he rasps, resting his forehead against your own, “I didn’t realize it then, but I love you so much, and I only used my relationship with Theresa as a way to try and smother my feelings for you.”

You pull back from him slightly, his hands falling from your face to rest on your hips instead, “Why didn’t you say anything?” you whisper, confusion tugging at your brows. 

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Same reason you didn’t,” he says, “Because I’d rather have you as a best friend than not have you at all.”

You smile at his words, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment before looking up at him, “Well I hope after that kiss we can be more than best friends now.”

Marcus lets out a laugh and nods, “I think I can agree to that,” he says quietly, his demeanor turning sheepish before he speaks again.

“Stay the night?” he asks, pressing a short kiss to your lips, “Please?”

You smile and return the kiss quickly before nuzzling your head into his chest again, “Of course, Marcus. And I hope you’ll call and cancel that transfer tomorrow.”

Marcus smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before resting his cheek against it once again, content to finally be holding you in his arms. 

 “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

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