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Pairing: Marcus Moreno 10 F!Reader

Summary: As Marcus Moreno's assistant, sometimes you lot take to bring MIssy home from school. When a sudden blizzard snows you in with the Morenos, your budding feelings for your boss are exposed.

Warnings/What to Look: Fluff as soft as the snow that'due south falling outside. Reader is bisexual (quick mention of a sometime girlfriend, simply if you're not bi yous tin can always read it like how old ladies phone call their girls "girlfriends").

Discussion Count: ii.8k

A/N:So I live in New England and we got hammered with a Nor'easter last nighttime/today. I got inspired to write this. I hope you guys savor information technology!

Originally posted by pascalsky

The day had started out similar any other. As Marcus Moreno'due south personal assistant, you spent most of your days in meeting briefs or working at your desk. Sometimes you went on a mid-mean solar day coffee run for your boss, and he always told you to go something for yourself, ever the gentleman. Occasionally, Marcus had to stay late and couldn't grab his daughter Missy from schoolhouse, so yous would selection her up. Today was one of those days.

"I'm sorry to ask you to do this today. The Director wants me and a few other Heroics in a closed meeting – something nearly a potential new threat, I guess. Hopefully it's non too long." Marcus is leaning on your desk-bound, his head tilted back. You know that he loves his job equally the leader of the Heroics, simply sometimes it takes a price on him. It seems like this was 1 of those times, and you lot wish y'all could exercise something to help ease his stress.

You reach over your airtight laptop and place a hand on his, feeling the tension equally he grips your desk, the veins protruding from his peel. He turns to look at you, warm brown eyes peering into yours. Yous smile, warmth pooling in your chest as yous endeavour to reassure him. "Hey, it's no problem, Marcus. I beloved Missy, she'southward a sweet kid." He moves his hand out from yours, and you tin't assistance simply worry that you made a misstep. You lot watch every bit he rakes his mitt through his thick night hair and lets out a sigh.

"I don't know what I'd do without you lot, hon," he chuckles softly before pushing himself off your desk. Y'all both glance at the clock, realizing it'll be time to go Missy presently. "You tin can head out at present if you desire. The meeting starts in ten anyways. Drive condom, looks like it might rain." He tilts his head towards the window, where outside the clouds have started to gather in the sky.

You lot have the heat cranked up in your motorcar as you expect in the pickup line for Missy at school. It's a lot colder out now than it was this morning, which you find peculiar, considering information technology's unremarkably warm this time of yr. Missy comes up to your automobile and swings open the passenger door earlier tossing her backpack into the back seat.

"Hey, Missy! How was school today?" You assume Marcus must've told her you lot were picking her up, since she didn't seem confused past yous beingness here.

"Not bad, but I'k glad it'southward over. It was then boring today." She buckles up and and then the 2 of you are off to her house on the outskirts of the metropolis. You spend the car ride chatting and laughing, singing along to music together. The ride passes rapidly and once you become to the business firm, Missy doesn't seem to want to say goodbye yet. "Do you think you could come up in and aid me with my homework?"

You lot don't have whatever other plans for the night, then y'all determine to come up in. Missy gets settled in immediately, turning on music to listen to in the background as she gets into her homework. Y'all realize soon that she didn't really need your aid, every bit she gets through it without any effect. Information technology's nearly 5 when she finishes up, and her stomach growls.

"What'southward for dinner, kiddo?" You stand up up and walk from the kitchen tabular array to the refrigerator, looking to run into what Marcus had planned for this night. Y'all find a few frozen meals in the freezer, coupons to the local pizzeria on the door, and…bingo. Footing beef in the fridge.

"I remember Dad was just going to do pizza tonight," y'all hear Missy say every bit you start rummaging through the fridge, pulling out the necessary ingredients, thankful that Marcus actually went grocery shopping this week. There were some weeks where all he did was order takeout, simply you've reminded him that homecooked meals are important – even if they were simple, since you know he wasn't the best cook out there.

"How about empanadas?" You close the refrigerator door and grinning at Missy earlier moving to the cabinet to pull out the spices, flour, and table salt. Y'all set them downwardly on the counter as Missy comes over to you, eyes wide.

"We oasis't had homemade empanadas since before Mom…" she trails off and you swear you feel your heart stop. Shit. Were you lot overstepping? Simply and so she smiles at you, and your heart starts over again. "Can I help?"

"Grab some bowls, and permit'due south get, chica," y'all wink.

It takes y'all longer to make the empanadas with Missy than information technology does when you practice it by yourself, but that'due south because the two of you are dancing effectually the kitchen, taking turns singing into the spatula similar it's a microphone. Once they're all put together, you start to fry them and Missy plates them carefully.

"How did you learn how to make empanadas anyways?" Missy asks yous at one point.

"I had a girlfriend from Brazil when I was in higher who liked to teach me her favorite meals, actually." You lower a raw empanada into the frying oil and watch as the oil bubbles upwards effectually the edges. "This one ended upward being one of my favorites, and then I make it every once in a while."

"Well, I'm glad she taught you then. We did a pretty good chore, I call back." She smiles, proud of the meal you created together.

You're about to respond when the opening and closing of a door catches both of your attentions.

"Something smells incredible!" Marcus saunters into the kitchen, a wide smiling on his face up. It's the kind of grin you rarely see at work, the i he saves for Missy, where his adorable dimple is on brandish. When he turns his gaze towards yous, smiling nonetheless broad, your jiff catches in your throat. "I didn't wait to see your automobile hither, but I'm glad you lot're not on the roads driving abode. Information technology started snowing on my fashion here and the roads are a mess."

"Hopefully they become some plows out presently then," yous muse, "Missy and I were just finishing up dinner for you guys."

"For us," Missy corrects you lot. "You lot fabricated this; yous should accept some. C'mon, let's eat. I'yard starving!" She grabs you by the hand and brings yous over to the table, which she had already set with three plates. You laugh, and the three of you sit down to eat.

Information technology's nice having someone to eat with, y'all realize. About of your nights are spent eating on your own, and so this was a pleasant modify of pace. The three of you lot laughed, talking about your days, and when the nutrient was gone, you simply kept sitting at the table talking. At one point, Missy gets upward to look out the window and exclaims that it'due south a full-on blizzard.

"Gauge this means you can't go home," Missy says in a sing-song vocalization, bouncing on her heels. You raise a brow at her, wondering what her endgame was hither.

"I'grand sure I tin can become domicile—" you begin before Marcus cuts you lot off.

"Absolutely not. You're staying hither with us this evening. You can take my bed and I'll sleep on the burrow." You commencement to argue, just he stops y'all past putting up his hand. "Cease of story. I want to go on you safe."

You gyre your eyes just smile, accepting defeat. "My Heroic," yous chuckle. "Well, I approximate it'southward a proficient affair I keep actress toiletries in my auto. Just wish I had extra clothes in the car as well."

"I bet Dad has apparel you lot can borrow," Missy says. You lock eyes with Marcus and a blush creeps beyond your face up. You can't quite tell, simply it seems like he's blushing too. "Where's the purse? I'll grab it while you and Dad grab clothes." You attempt to tell Missy that you tin can get the purse yourself, but she tells you lot she can just wait through your car to discover it herself and then she'due south gone.

"Well, I guess we should grab some clothes to modify into then?" You run a hand through your hair, feeling a piffling embarrassed. Marcus chuckles and stands up before putting his mitt out for y'all to grab. He brings y'all upwardly to his room and tells yous to sit on the bed while he rummages through his drawers. His room is clean, and everything has a place, you notice. There are photos of him and Missy, Missy on her own, and 1 of Missy with her mother on the dresser. You lot feel like y'all're intruding on an intimate infinite now, wondering if he kept the mattress he used with his late wife.

You don't notice that he caught you lot staring at the photo until he speaks. "She was a wonderful adult female. We miss her a lot, but we've learned to move on. Selling our old business firm and replacing piece of furniture was tough at commencement, but Missy's therapist said that the furniture held as well many sad memories, and we needed to create new ones." His vocalism is solemn, his almond shaped eyes looking down at the basis for a moment earlier he takes a deep breath.

"I…I'm sorry, Marcus," is all you can seem to say. He comes over and sits next to you on the bed, and you lot reach your hand over, letting it remainder on his thigh. "She looks a lot like Missy."

He smiles, turning his head to face y'all. "She does. Missy reminds me a lot of her. It was and so…special, seeing her in the kitchen making her Mama's favorite food. Thank you for tonight." His optics are warm, and he places his manus on yours. You lot bite your lip, wanting to move in and close the distance from your lips to his. You've worked for Marcus for virtually a year at present, and information technology'due south safe to say y'all've fallen for your boss. His demeanor, the way he smiles at you, the conversations and laughs you have over lunch together…you wonder if he feels the same fashion.

"I found the bag!" You lot hear Missy yell from downstairs, breaking the intimate moment you were having.

Marcus blinks and shakes his caput before moving his hand from yours and standing up. He leaves the dress neatly folded on the bed and clears his throat. "I'll let you lot get inverse." He makes his mode to the door and closes it backside him as he leaves you alone, playing the moments prior in your head over and over again. You change into the clothes he left you – a graphic ring tee that hugged your curves and a pair of flannel bottoms that you had to whorl upwards to keep yourself from tripping over – and opened the door to find Marcus leaning against the wall beyond from you.

If you weren't and so nervous about looking like a fool, you would've seen the mode his eyes took yous in. The sight of y'all wearing his clothes was i he needed to commit to retentivity, sweeping you up and downward with a feeling he all but forgot about until you walked into his life. He noticed the outfit you wore to work today folded up neatly in your easily. "I could wash those in the next load if you wanted?"

"Oh, uh. No that's okay. I…uh, I'yard just going to tuck them in my laptop handbag." You didn't want to acknowledge that y'all had taken off your underwear, although you were sure the relaxed position your breasts were in was obvious.

"Okay, yous're the boss." He winks at you, a coy smile on his lips.

"I think that'south technically your task, Marcus," you laugh. "I'll go come across if Missy wants to sentinel a movie or something. Grab yous downstairs."

Missy is already watching some show when you get downstairs, so you decide to just join her and sit on the couch beside her. Marcus joins yous shortly after, wearing a similar pair of flannel pants and a plain grey shirt that perfectly shows off his biceps. When he goes to sit next to Missy, she stretches out and then he tin't. She is such a strange girl sometimes. Marcus ends upwardly sitting adjacent to you on the burrow and the iii of you spend the side by side few hours watching random sitcoms until you all decide to hit the hay.

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You get comfortable quickly, enjoying the plushness of Marcus' bed as you lot snuggle up adjacent to one of the pillows. It smells like him – similar the laundry detergent he uses (which you know is Seventh Generation Geranium Blossom & Vanilla, since you've had to pick it upward for him before), and the vanilla and amber cologne he uses that you get a whiff of when he stands a little as well close to you. Imagining how it would experience to be cuddled up with Marcus in his bed, you drift off to sleep hands.

Somewhere around 3AM, you wake up. The wind is howling, whipping tree branches around and the noise startles you. Y'all bolt upright, feeling tight in your breast. Information technology's only air current, it shouldn't scare y'all, just you can't end your heart from racing. Looking around the room, you're caught off guard at outset earlier remembering you lot spent the night at your boss'south house. "Hopefully he has some cocoa…" Yous swing your legs over the side of the bed and hear your anxiety gently plop onto the basis before shuffling out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

Marcus is passed out on the couch, his hair sticking up everywhere, which makes y'all giggle. His hair is always and then perfect, even during a fight, yous thought that maybe 1 of his powers was controlling his hair. Making your manner to the kitchen, you fumble with the light switches, trying to observe the i that will be the dimmest, simply accidentally switch on the one to the hallway. Yous curse nether your breath, hoping Marcus is a deep sleeper and apace picture show information technology off, finally finding the ane you need.

You lot start to make your cocoa earlier realizing that you'd either need to microwave the milk (ew) or turn on the stove – both of which would surely wake him upward. Yous sigh and set the mug downward on the counter, ready to give upwardly when y'all hear his voice.

"Can't sleep?" He's leaning on the other side of the counter and you chroma, embarrassed to be caught.

"The wind woke me upwardly…cocoa helps me sleep sometimes, so I idea I'd make some. But then I realized you'd probably wake up if I turned on the stove. But I approximate I already woke y'all…Sorry."

"Don't apologize, it'south fine. That burrow is adept for sitting merely not the best for sleeping. I was struggling to sleep too. Peradventure I'll have a cup myself." He comes closer to you, looking up at the cabinet y'all're in front of. He reaches effectually you lot and grabs a mug for himself.

"I'll become the milk ready then."

One time your mugs are filled with cocoa, he suggests going back to the couch to scout something. You concord and sit side by side to him on the couch, legs touching despite having the space to spread out. He flips through the channels while you both sip your cocoa, just enjoying the silence between you. He finds a movie that you've both seen before only keeps it on anyways.

"Thank you again for letting me stay over, Marcus. I'chiliad sure it'southward weird having your assistant spend the night." You finish your cocoa and identify the empty mug on the table in front end of you before leaning dorsum.

"I don't mind. Like I said, I desire to go on you safe, hon." He places a hand on your knee and gives it a piffling clasp. "Missy likes having yous around also, I tin tell."

You grinning upwardly at him, and feeling a trivial confident, decide to lean against him. He moves his arm and wraps it around your side, resting his hand on your hip. You lot hear the soft clink of a mug on glass and realize he must've set his downwardly on the table next to him. Then, the coffee table moves. Right, metal manipulation. He presses a push and the footrest pops out, elevating his anxiety every bit he lets out a yawn.

"I should go dorsum upstairs…" You say quietly, but y'all don't move. He doesn't respond, just holds you closer to him, and you shift to get more than comfortable.

You don't know when you roughshod asleep, but it must've happened, because when morn comes, you're both woken upward past Missy shouting.

"Where's the burn?" Marcus asks groggily.

"The burn is here," Missy gestures between you two. "If you don't kiss her Dad, I swear I volition lose information technology."

You express mirth and feel your cheeks burn. "I mean…if you'd like to, I'm quite okay with that."

"I thought you'd never ask, dear."

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