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Summary: Din Djarin is an honorable man.  He will not take what is not his. 

Pairings: Din Djarin x Female reader

Warnings: M, cursing, canonical type violence, implied smut. Eventual smut. Will change rating accordingly. 

Notes: A  grouping of one shots centered around Taylor Swift’s Folklore and Evermore albums.

cancelled my plans just in case you called

been saying yes instead of no

that’s the thing about illicit affairs

she would have made such a lovely bride

faith forgotten land

Too little too late (1/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, Marcus Moreno x reader

Plot: Steve and the reader were dating when he decided to go back in time and stay with Peggy. When things don’t work out with Peggy Steve decides to go back to the future to be with the reader. Unfortunately for him, the reader doesn’t want anything to do with him because she was pregnant when he left. Things get even more complicated when Steve finds out the reader moved on with a widowed father and fellow superhero named Marcus Moreno.

A/n I don’t know how many parts this is going to have but I hope you guys will like it. I’m sorry but there is no Marcus in this chapter. Since I split this part in half, part two will be up by Sunday.

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Ooh, may I have # 18 on the soulmate prompt list with Marcus Pike, please? I'm very curious as to what sort of animals show up and where it's gonna happen! 💕

Thanks so much for the request! I really love the idea of this universe, and there are so many possibilities! I had to think long and hard about what kind of animal Marcus might have, before I settled on the bloodhound - loyal, gentle, determined, it's ability to sniff out leads... that ones a bit of a stretch but I stand by it lol Also how can you say no to either of their faces?! I hope you enjoy it! Soulmate AU prompt list here can be found here!

Marcus Pike x Reader, Soulmate AU where everyone has a "soul animal" that only they and their soulmate can see

The hallway outside your apartment was littered with boxes and furniture, a team of movers working to get everything inside and placed. They nodded apologetically at you as you maneuvered through the maze they had created but you waved off their worries. You had heard someone was moving into the vacant apartment across the hall and apparently today was the day. You hovered near the open door to the apartment, considering popping in to introduce yourself to the new tenant. From the doorway, you tried to watch for someone who didn’t have the same uniform as the other movers, but no one passed your field of view.

One of the movers was hanging a large piece of art on the far wall. The painting took up the majority of the open space, a swirl of colours but mostly red and yellow. It was more abstract than anything, and you wondered if it had any particular meaning. A dog sat a few feet behind the mover, watching intently as he worked. It was nearly comical that the dog seemed to be supervising the mover, like he was worried something would happen to the painting.

Almost like it sensed a new presence, the dog turned over its shoulder to spot you. It stood right away, his long jowls and wrinkles swaying as he faced you. Before you could greet the dog, he barked one low woof at you.

The stoat on your shoulder startled at the bark. You felt it uncurl itself from where it was happily laying, perking up on its hind legs to stare at the dog. It started chirping angrily at the large, wrinkly bloodhound. You learned over the years to follow the instincts your soul animal had, so you backed out of the apartment, leaving the dog alone. You wondered why the slow-moving creature had aggravated your little stoat, trying to get it to settle down as you made your way to the elevator. Aspen, as you had named it when your family had gone skiing when you were young, eventually stopped chirping and squeaking, but it seemed on edge for the rest of the day. You wondered if the dog was mean, or if your stoat was picking up on the energy of its owner. You hoped your new neighbor wasn’t going to be hard to live near.

You didn’t see the newest occupant of your floor for a few days afterwards. The movers and clutter were gone, so you assumed they were settling in, possibly even sorting out their routine. Things like commuting to work, where the nearest stores were. Moving somewhere new was a lot of work. Despite not seeing them, Aspen still seemed extra on alert anytime you passed their door.

You were standing in the hallway, unlocking the door to your apartment, when you heard the sounds of another lock being opened. Before you could turn towards the sound, wondering if you were finally going to meet your new neighbor, your soul animal had skittered down off your shoulder. You watched as it bounded towards the opening door, stopping only when a man stepped into the hallway.

“Hi there,” you called over to catch his attention.

He looked up at you, seemingly startled but he quickly recovered with a polite smile. “Hello.” He greeted, adjusting the hamper on his hip. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and sweatpants, clearly on his way down to do laundry.

“You must be the new neighbor.” You pointed out before giving him your name.

“Marcus.” He introduced himself, closing the door now that the bloodhound had toddled out beside him.

“What’s your dog’s name?” You asked, curious.

Marcus seemed to freeze on the spot, looking at you with wide eyes. You faltered under his spooked gaze, almost wondering if you had said something other than what you had meant to.

The stoat on the floor started chirping at the dog, kicking it’s little feet. You had never seen it get this worked up before. You frowned, worried that this man and his dog really meant trouble. His bloodhound looked at your stoat, tilting its head curiously before letting out a lone bark.

Your own eyes widened as you watched the stoat move closer, the bloodhound sniffing at the ground as it took cautious steps forward. You had never seen an animal react to your stoat before, you thought only you could see your soul animal-

“You can see Silver?” Marcus gaped, slowly setting down his hamper.

It took a second for you to catch up. The dog could see your stoat, your stoat could see the dog, you shouldn’t be able to see the dog-

“Silver is your soul animal?” You breathed.

The bloodhound had lowered it’s head to the ground, showing submission to the stoat. Apparently pleased, your stoat closed the gap, sniffing directly at Silver’s nose. Silver’s tail began wagging as he patiently let the smaller creature examine him.

“And that…” Marcus pointed, apparently having not seen your animal until he was no longer holding the hamper.

“Aspen,” you filled him in on the name you had given your soul animal as a child.

“Aspen is your soul animal.” Marcus stated.

You watched in disbelief as Aspen climbed up on top of Silver, sniffing at the dog’s fur on it’s back once it was there. Silver looked over one shoulder then the other, trying to keep an eye on the tiny creature. His tail kept wagging even as he tried to locate it.

You looked away from the animals, meeting Marcus’ eyes properly for the first time. He was looking at you with soft, brown eyes. Even in the short distance between the two of you, you could see the shine of hope and affection he wore on his sleeve. You’d never been looked at quite like that before.

You smiled shyly under the attention. Marcus was attractive, and you could tell under his lounge clothes that he was fit. You had just returned from running errands, sunglasses pushed on top of your head, lazy sandals on… You wondered what Marcus thought of you.

“I, uh…” You started nervously. “If I knew I was meeting my soulmate today, I would have dressed up.” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

Marcus smiled brightly, a dimple showing on his right cheek. It was absolutely adorable. “No, that’s a perfect outfit to wear to dinner.”

“Dinner?” You frowned, quirking an eyebrow in confusion.

“Unless you already ate…” Marcus backtracked, starting to look a bit like a wounded puppy. You had to grin, already beginning to understand his soul animal. Even if you had, how could you say no? Those eyes were going to get you into all kinds of trouble, you could tell.

“Dinner sounds great.”

Marcus’ smile shone once more, relieved you'd accepted his invitation, although it fell quickly only a moment later. “Any recommendations? I don’t really know the area yet.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“I’ll take care of it.” You nodded. “Meet me back here in 5?”

He picked up his hamper, resting it on his hip as he opened his door once more. “Make it 3.”

Having noticed Marcus opening the door, Silver stood up. He shook his head, his jowls wagging back and forth. Aspen jumped ship, choosing to jump off instead of being thrown off the larger dog. It chirped in annoyance of being dislodged from the bloodhound’s back. The stoat seemed to already be pretty attached to the slow, lazy dog.

“See you in three.”

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my kidnapper returning me after listening to me talk about Pedro Pascal for three hours:

Pumpkin Carving

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader Rating: G Word count: 3,212 Warnings: Food mention, alcohol mention, drug/addiction mention, unashamed and unabashed fluff. Pining. So much pining. No beta reader. 

Summary: Frankie invites you out with his daughter to collect pumpkins for carving before going back to his place to carve them and watch a movie. 

A/N: @chicken-ona-stick​ has the SOFTEST IDEAS OK AND I LOVE THEM. Have some Domestic!Frankie

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You’ve known Francisco Morales for so many years. You sent letters to him while he was deployed, you stood on his side of the altar along with his team members for his wedding, you helped coordinate his baby shower, you held him in your arms as he mourned his crumbling marriage, and you stood by him as he got back to his feet to act the part of the single father he now was. Always smiling for him along the sidelines with him none the wiser to your true feelings. You love him, truly and deeply, but always silently. Pope and Benny both knew, and had consistently been on you about telling him, but you just… can’t bring yourself to. Not anymore.

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Last Second Boyfriend

AN | Nothing much here except some soft holiday/meet-cute fluff! Enjoy! ❤️

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Mildly suggestive content if you squint

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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“Hey,” you were breathless with wild eyes and warm cheeks as you ran up to the man standing at the edge of the ice rink, casually watching the skaters without partaking. He was startled as he almost jumped out of his skin at the touch of your hand on his shoulder. Wide brown eyes met your eyes as you shook your head to keep him from panicking, “what’s your name?”

“F-Frankie…?” he replied meekly, almost as if he was questioning his very existence. 

“Hi Frankie - can you pretend to be my boyfriend for like 10 seconds?” Frankie’s eyes widened as a blush - this one not just from the wind chill - colored his cheeks as he stared back in confusion, “my friends are coming, totally didn’t know they were coming here and I bailed on them tonight because I said I had a date with my boyfriend. If they see me here alone, they’ll know I lied and they’ll never let me live it down. So, just like…can you…kiss me?”

“What?” his mouth opened in surprise as he studied with what could only be described as incredulous wonder, “you want me to kiss you?”

“Yes,” you hissed as you looked around, spotting your friends coming up to the rink from the corner of your eye, “I’m so sorry, I’ll do whatever you want, but if you’re okay with just kiss me now for a moment, or tell me to run because my friends are about five seconds away from figuring out I’m a huge liar.”

Before you could say or do anything else, this man you’d known for about a minute, gently took your face in his hands, before pressing his lips to yours. You were so taken aback, that at first you didn’t know how to respond, but you quickly reacted, gently kissing him back, and practically melting into his touch. 

Oh. Oh. 

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ghosts

CHAPTER ONE: nocturnal thoughts

pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

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a/n: so this was just supposed to be a little snippet where I expanded on a drabble I wrote for @tiffdawg around Halloween (👻) and it became a lot more ;) I have more ideas, I may or may not write them, feedback as always is appreciated !!

Nights like these were the worst kind. 

Faster than the wind could blow, whipping it’s way through the open windows of the jeep with a cool and haunting whistle, the hours got away from you, ticking away minute by minute until there was more moonlight in the sky then there were headlights in the streets, forcing you back on the same promise you made every morning. The same promise you hoped with every inch of your being, every ounce of your exhausted heart, that you might actually be able to keep. 

Every morning you promised. Every morning he believed you. 

And every night he ended up in bed. Alone. 

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invisible string

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Rating: T Warnings: Shared dreams, the tiniest bit of spice, yearning, loneliness, confusion, misinterpretation.  Word count: 5,705 words Summary:  After sharing life-like dreams with someone named Din Djarin, you are surprised to discover that he is your soulmate. At the same time, however, a mysterious Mandalorian bounty hunter crosses your path and captures your attention.

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