#Chucho

[hansatorium]

A Bullet For The General (Quien Sabe) - 1966

"I'm not too friendly with the president of the United States."

"Ahaha, they're not friends! You see?"

"I'm with Chuncho. We keep taking arms from our enemies and pass them on to Elias."

"It's simple."

[ariundercovers]

Standstill (Chucho's Version) Pt. X

Pairing: Series - Javier Peña x Afab!Reader (No use of y/n!) This chapter is JUST Javi / Chucho father & son realness.

Length: ~1k words

Series Summary: Chucho's been like a father figure to you since he helped you out of a sticky situation on your second day in Laredo. What happens when you finally meet his son, the former-DEA agent, who just happens to ignite you in a way that you haven't felt before?

Chapter Summary: After Chucho drops you off at home, his conversation with Javi.

Chapter Warnings: only plot, angsty fluff, use of spanglish (I provide translations!), javi being a moron

A/N: This is my first time trying out writing in Spanglish for my readers. I have translations written into the text, but I'd LOVE to know how you feel about it - does it work for you? Did it take you out of the story? And, if you're so inclined, please drop a like and a reply/reblog! I live for your feedback, and it keeps me going and keeps me writing. Did you like it? love it? hate it? I want to hear all of your thoughts! And of course, just lmk if you'd like to be added to the taglist, too!

PREVIOUS PART (VIX) HERE

When Chucho gets home, he opens the door carefully, looking around for Javi who is, of course, nowhere to be seen. He hobbles down the hallway, stopping in front of his son’s door, and sighs heavily, shaking his head as he takes a deep breath and raises his fist to rap on the heavy wood.

Javi responds to the knock quickly, opening the door up enough to fully face Chucho with a miserable look plastered across his face.

“Mijo,” Chucho drawls, head cocking to the side. “Qué hiciste?” (what did you do?) Javi just shakes his head, shoulders falling in a somber release of whatever bravado he had been holding onto desperately. He drops his line of sight to the floor and opens up the door a little wider before he flops onto the end of his bed, holding his head in his hands.

“No sé. I don’t know what I did… I don’t know how to fix it. It all happened so fast. I messed up, Pops.” Chucho takes a seat at the small writing desk next to the door and reaches out to clap a hand on Javi’s shoulder, giving it a heavy squeeze.

“I gathered that much, Javier. What did you do?” Javi looks up at him blearily, back hunched uncomfortably, and takes a slow, deep breath. 

“She asked me about marriage, and kids, and houses, and I just… I fucking panicked.” Chucho raises a brow at him and chastises him lightly, simultaneously trying to lighten the mood and give Javi something else to focus on.

“Language, Javier.”

“Sorry, Pops. I just panicked. I lost it. I didn’t know how to… Coño. Soy un pendejo, Papi.” (fuck. I’m a moron, dad.)

“Sí, tú eres.” (yes, you are.) Chucho chuckles lightly at Javi’s admission, but pushes it down. He doesn’t need to add insult to injury. “No lo quieres? No la quieres?” (do you not want it? Do you not want her?)

“No, no, no, Pops, I… La deseo. La deseo mucho. Pero me dije a mi mismo… after Mami, you know… I told myself I wouldn’t let myself get to a place where I could feel that pain again. I promised myself I wouldn’t.”  (I want her. I want her so much. But I told myself…) 

Chucho nods in understanding and lets his hand drop from Javi’s shoulder.

“So you’re pushing her away out of miedo, mijo. El miedo no es forma de vivir.” (fear, son. Fear is no way to live.)

“Qué más puedo hacer?” (what else can I do?)

“El amor verdadero vale la pena. Cada vez. No importa lo doloroso que sea.” (true love is worth the pain. every time. It doesn’t matter how painful it is.)

“Y con Mami? That was worth it?” (and with Mami?)

“I would go through it all over again, for even un segundo más con tú Mami. Por supuesto, it was worth it.” (a second more with your mother. Of course,)

Javi sighs and looks up at Chucho, eyes pleading. “Then how do I fix it? I messed up, Pops. Yo no sé how to fix it.”  (I don’t know)

Chucho nods again, reaching out to squeeze a knee, this time. “You’ll figure it out. You love her. I can see that clearly. And she loves you. That’s even more clear to me. If this is meant to be between you two, pa’lante. Pero necesitas hablar con ella. No funcionará si guardas todo dentro, if you hide things from her. That’s how… well, that’s how things ended up the way they did.” (keep going. But you need to speak with her. It won’t work if you keep everything inside.)

Javi’s eyes snap up to his fathers, and Chucho can only hope that he understands what he really means. He doesn’t think he has it in him to say it aloud, not right now.

“You had no idea, did you, Pops?” He shakes his head side to side, somberly and sighs.

“I didn’t. Maybe if she had talked to me, if she had let me in, I could’ve gotten her help, or something. Tal vez si prestara más atención...” (maybe if I paid more attention…)

“No, Pops. You were always the most attentive husband. Anybody could see that. I could see that. It's part of why I'm so afraid of all this… I don't think I can live up to the standard you set for me. I don't know if I have it in me.”

“You do, Javier. I’ve seen how you are with her. You just have to hold onto it when things get tough, just keep a tight grip and don’t let go. Sé que lo que ustedes dos tienen es real. No dejes que eso pase por nada. Hablar con ella.” (I know what the two of you have is the real thing. Don’t let that go for anything. Talk to her.) Javi heaves out a heavy sigh, shoulders relaxing as he forces himself to sit up a bit straighter, the position starting to pinch something in his back.

“Okay. Sí, Papi. Lo haré. (Yes, dad. I will.) I’ll figure this out.”

“Give her some time, but then you have to step up and own up to it, yeah? Don’t let this one fall through your fingertips. Nunca te perdonarás a ti mismo..” (you’ll never forgive yourself if you do)

“Yeah. I get it. Gracias, Pops.”

“Any time, mijo. I like it when you talk to me. You know you can, whenever you need to, right?” Chucho is trying his best to tread carefully, to not overstep into the love life of his very-much-an-adult son, but he can’t help it when it’s so clear to him what’s going wrong, what potential he might be wasting if he doesn’t get his act together, at least in some capacity. 

The truth of the matter is that he’s never seen Javier so happy, so at peace, as he is when you’re around. That means something - it means a lot, really. He just hopes Javi has it in him to fix this.

A/N: I know this is short - but I really wanted to explore this idea and this relationship a little bit more, and it felt right to keep it on the shorter side. I hope you still enjoyed! Next full chapter will be out soon. <3

xoxoxo

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[masoncarr2244]

[axis-mundi-art]

I haven't painted anything in awhile so I did some studies of everyone's favorite agents of chaos; Chuchito & Ghost!

[sigalrm]

frittenwerk by Pascal Volk

[darthskinnius]

Zorzal Pardo/Chucho a.k.a Cuitlacoche Chucho / Pearly-eyed Thrasher / Margarops fuscatus

"On Puerto Rico, it is very common throughout the island in most habitats—the lone exception to its general inability to thrive on large islands with diverse avifaunas."

"Often behaves more like a jay than like a typical thrasher: noisily barging onto a scene in squabbling groups, taking scraps of food from picnic tables, etc."

Source: birdfinding.info

📍Boquerón, Cabo Rojo, Puerto Rico Canon R6 Mark II

[soloen]

[nerdieforpedro]

I would like @maggiemayhemnj to know that I think I finally have a pickled Peña idea that makes sense. I used the prompt, am looking up recipes that likely won’t be included, I’m just gonna use the dish.

Chucho has the pickles, is making use of them, Javier does not want to hear about it. 🤣🤣🤣 I gave him peace and used his father to traumatize him.

I just gotta find where this line fits and end it, not to touch it until January. 🫡 My mission is underway.

I don’t know what SpongeBob is doing with those pickles but it delights me. 🤣🤣🤣

[chuchayucca]

New profile picture for the changed username

App: IbisPaintX

Date: 7/13/23

(Reblogs are appreciated!)

[pedropascalito]

Chile’s middle name can be Pisco!

Chile Pisco the Dog!

Great idea!

I nickname call him Chucho in day to day life, and Chucha if he's being naughty. Chile Pisco will be if he's REALLY in trouble! (He isn't actually naughty, he's just committing puppy crimes. He's a sweetheart.)

[vicolashurts]

“Hasta un animal sabe llegar al lugar donde le han dado de comer …”

[ibebizi]

Te pido un beso y me abrazas nomás Con eso me llenas de inseguridad Es más que claro Que soy pasado Se nota de lejos que te quieres ir Y me parte el alma el dejarte partir Pero es correcto Si es tu deseo Si en tu boca está listo el decir adiós Primero anestésiame el corazón Que va a dolerme El ya no verte Maldita mi suerte, amarte y perderte Maldita mi suerte, amarte y perderte -Chucho Rivas

[geerambles]

Taking care of my friends’ cat

His name is Chucho and he’s very photogenic when he’s not moving.

[murphydesign]

Mural Artist MrBbaby - Michelle Ruby - Celebrates the Family Business.

Hispanic Awareness Month vibes. 

Mr B Baby’s world transcends positivity onto innercity walls, gallery exhibitions, and one-of-a-kind soft sculptures that expand her unique brand of storytelling. Michelle’s unique brand of storytelling features “Chucho,” her iconic character inspired by a blend of the wolf character in Aesop’s fairytale “Little Red Riding Hood” and a pinata.

[banglakhobor]

WATCH: নদীতে নামতেই ফুটবলারকে ছিঁড়ে খেল কুমীর! ভিডিয়ো দেখে হাত-পা ঠান্ডা নেটিজেনদের

জি ২৪ ঘণ্টা ডিজিটাল ব্যুরো: অত্যন্ত মর্মান্তিক বললেও কমই বলা হবে, কার যে কখন কীভাবে কপালে মৃত্যু লেখা থাকে, তা কারোরই জানা নয়। এবার নদীতে স্নান করতে নেমে একেবারে কুমীরের পেটেই চলে গেলেন ফুটবলার! অকল্পনীয় এই ঘটনাটি ঘটে গিয়েছে গত শনিবার কোস্তা রিকার (Costa Rica) রিয়ো কানাস নদীতে (Rio Canas river)। সেই দেশের ২৯ বছরের ফুটবলার জেসাস অ্যালবার্টো লোপেজ অর্টিজ (Jesus Alberto Lopez Ortiz), চুচো…

[sigalrm]

Walking the `dog' by Pascal Volk