#I love his energy and commitment. so I say this with love…. fuck you 😊

[rainbow-beanie]

OH FUCK YOU OF COURSE BRANDON WROTE THIS EPISODE. NO WONDER HE WAS SO EXCITED 😆

[appleblueberry-pie]

I saw your post asking for yan Miguel asks:

I’ve been praying for someone to write about Miguel with a giant reader.

I dont even know if I want us to be a whole drider or just a Giant Woman™️ (lady Dimistrescu, my beloved). Or maybe both and we can final form an even bigger spider!

Sorry, I’m just excited to have a place to ask and I’ve had this in my head for so long 😅

It’s just been clinking around that in some spiders the females are much bigger and the males would have to like feed and appease her to try and mate without getting eaten.

And I am an absolute SUCKER for mating rituals!

I hope this catches your interest, thank you for reading 😊

Ooooooooooooooh my god? Yes? Why haven't I thought of this before??

DINNER IS THE DESSERT.

cw: mentions and threats of committing cannibalism. predatory tendencies. animalistic tendencies. sadistic and masochistic tendencies. public humiliation? scent kink. male sub + dom female.

Miguel is scared of you.

You....you aren't giving clear signals. He doesn't know what you want from him. All he wants is to please you, make you happy. He wants you to notice him and fucking love him. He wants to be yours. Not your dinner.

He used to be the tallest in the company. 6'10, 300 lbs. Ever since Jess softly introduced you and scattered off like a mouse, you have been the biggest. 7 feet fucking tall and one extra inch for decoration. 270 lbs and hungry for a mate. He can tell. Your scent wafts up his nose when he's in a 20 foot radius. And when he brings you a gift he think you'll love, he knows you don't like it when you stare down at him, almost disappointed in him, and lets the silence grow as everyone stares at the two of you. He awkwardly leaves when you don't say anything.

No one else will dare talk to you if they're interested because they know that they don't fit your standards. You're too fucking scary. No one. NO one can match your strength or even catch your interest besides him. And it's beautiful, because he's been obsessed with you and everything about you since he first met you. To be your bitch for the rest of his life is a dream come true. And to do that, he has to up his game. Attempting to intimidate you will get him killed. Simply offering himself to you will also get him killed. Actually, used, shown to everyone, and then killed.

And the only thing that has been working so far, has been giving you gifts. That's the only time he has a chance when it comes to communication and even winning a simple glance for your attention.

When you first introduced yourself to him, the both of you were alone. Peter and Jessica hated your energy, and Miguel was the only one that could possibly fight you off if you attacked them.

"Everyone thinks I might kill them if I get too close."

You were too close. He couldn't turn around. You were directly behind him, staring over his shoulder at his work. Not a single muscle in his body moved, his fingers stilled, his breath paused. Your body heat radiated off of your suit, doing nothing to filter the strong scent of your lust and hunger. Miguel felt your breath hit his neck and felt an urge to cry. He felt pathetic. His ears felt clogged as they began ringing, his heart beating out of his chest.

He heard you laugh silently. "You're scared." You took a single step forward, and your front connected with his back. Miguel was becoming overwhelmed with his emotions. Within the five minutes he had known you, he found out he was so utterly attracted to you, wanted to be your mate, and was so fucking terrified of you all at once. Your scent punched its way up to his brain and made him close his eyes with how pungent it was.

"Don't be scared." His heart dropped as he heard himself breathing again, at quite a rapid pace. "Let it happen." He flinched when your cold fingers, and then your hands, touched around his small waist. You exhaled and stared holes into the side of his face. He still couldn't move.

"You smell so good." His heart leaped at the praise and he found the courage to blink again. But then your lips brushed against his neck and he violently flinched, yelping in fear. You were going to eat him. Your hands tightened painfully around his body when he was about to thrash and he began hyperventilating in fear.

"What did I just say??" Your hot breath hit his ears and your words shattered his mind. Without thinking, he responded. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry." You roll your eyes and step away from him, giving him the space he needed. Immediately, he gulped in as much air as he could. His shoulders relaxed slightly and he finally turned around to face you.

You looked as beautiful as he thought. If not, more. Your broad shoulders, muscular legs, sharp eyes and face. You looked down at his raging hard cock and frowned. "So fucking pathetic." You step closer and firmly grab his chin, his eyes turning the other way to not make eye contact out of fear. "It makes me want to taste you." Your words cause an accidental whimper to slip from his lips.

If Miguel knew that taking that serum was going to do this to him, he would've never became spiderman. He felt like he was going to urinate everywhere, climax in front of you, sweat up a storm, and scream for help all at once. He wanted to crawl underneath your skin and be one with you, but wanted to be far away from you at the same time. He felt a violent pull and push when around you and he felt it deep inside of him. Something inside of him screamed that this was his mate, and he was yours to please, and to do anything for your approval. You bring him light. He never was so conscious about his precious body until you came and threatened to kill him in his work space like you owned him. And maybe you already did. Because he's never felt his heart beat like this, he's never felt so alive. He wants you. He wants you.

You bring your eyes down to those lips. His fangs began to protrude and poke at his bottom lip as a natural reaction to a predator. Anything to stay safe and close to away from you. "I wanna have my fun with you, first." Miguel physically can't respond. He lets the silence build, his tongue heavy and numb. But then you let go and walk off like nothing happened. You haven't spoken ever since. And he's been trying to win your love ever since.

Miguel doesn't remember the last time he's had a real conversation with the rest of the spider community. Because all he's been doing is growling at people like a dog when it's not you. Lyla had to set up an entire other email account for people that want to reach out to Miguel and had Jess answer under the account name whenever she could. If you're not out scaring the spiders just from being there, Miguel is out there purposefully scaring people out of their socks. He wants NO attention on you besides his own, and he makes sure of it. Fuck monitoring the missions, fuck eating, fuck sleeping, and fuck the multiverse(for now), you need tending to.

All of his technology as of right now goes into finding out what you love most and what not to give you. He knows you like homecooked meals, he knows what types of clothes you enjoy wearing besides the typical spider suit, and he knows you love baked goods. He watches your everyday life in your universe and has a visceral reaction when he sees you entertaining men and women that come flocking towards you. You know that he wants you. You know that he loves you and would do anything to win you over. So then why on Earth are you talking to them??

As an attempt to forget about your "playful" disloyalty, Miguel has been making you home-cooked meals every day for your breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If you wanted food anywhere else besides his universe, he'll let you choose the location. If you didn't want food, he'd ask if you wanted anything else. Massage? A hot or cold drink? Tired? Take a break, please. He can bring you to one of the resting rooms meant for healing Spider people who are injured, you get a pass. Don't like how long your mission is taking? He'll do the rest for you. All of his attention is yours. But recently, you haven't been reciprocating his advancements.

"Y/n...?" His heart skips a beat when he realizes you're staring at him like that again. You two were once again all alone in his office and you had him cornered. He looks off to the side to the multiple bags of things he was choosing to give to you that you'd enjoy. You had kicked them off of the platform. Clearly you wanted something else, he just couldn't figure out what. He didn't want to die.

"I'm getting bored."

You advance towards him and he stutters out, "What...? Dios mío, por favor, no me hagas daño. You know I-" "Shut up. Just...shut the fuck up." You sigh and rub your face. He stays still and lets you collect yourself. You wished that the smell of fear coming off of him didn't excite you as much as it did. "Why are you so stupid?"(My god, please don't hurt me.)

Miguel purses his lips. That's usually his line. But it's not like he isn't being stupid. He's like a child, blindly bringing their parent random things in hopes of gaining their approval. "Show me." Miguel blinks and looks up at you, confused. He opens his mouth to speak, but immediately shuts it to consider the possibilities. Do you mean himself? Show himself to you? He closes his eyes and inhales.....your scent. It smells so sweet now. You're trying to calm him. The corners of your lips slowly twist up and he understands.

You make him stand where you were, and you lean back on his work desk where he stood, crossing your arms. "Well?" He doesn't let another word slip out of your mouth and disengages his suit. He watches your eyes glint red and pulls down his (now) tight boxers that covered what you're probably wanting to see most. "No." His hands shoot to his sides and you stand to walk over to him. You stare him up and down, slowly circling him to get a full view.

"Think you can take me?" He nods at your question. "Speak." "Yes, I can take you." You place one hand on his lower back and press the softest kiss onto the crevice of his neck. It tingles with the feeling of your plush lips finally hitting his skin. "I don't know......I've heard about the small human women you've given yourself away to." No one compares to how you make him felt. He was offended that you thought his infatuation with you equated to random women he had with flings with to satiate his desire. He wanted to prove himself. Your nails suddenly feel so close to penetrating his skin, the more you touch him. He hears a churring noise come from your throat. And he tries to stop it in time, but he couldn't help reciprocating the same sound, now erupting out of his throat as well. You smile and bring yourself to stand in front of him again. "Is that what I am to you? A little human girl for you to share your seed with?"

Miguel shakes his head and opens his mouth, yet you interrupt him once more. "Then show me." Miguel's brain goes blank and his body feels light as he allows you to keep him safe to show you what his devotion means. He doesn't know if he'll live to see tomorrow or die blissfully to be your meal for the next few days. All he knows and wants and shall have are the next few hours to be yours completely. Body, mind, and soul in the ways he truly desired.

[greeneyedsigma]

I recently came across your fic "Her Name is Crocodile" and I loved the main couple of Sakazuki/FemCrocodrile, and because of this my overactive mind thought of this madness (and which I hope will inspire another great story)…

Sakazuki returns to the past….

In this story, everything is practically the same as the original Oda story, only with the difference of some gender changes…

In this future is Post Wano and Post Void Century reveal, Sakazuki doubts the World Government for the truth of why or who followed absolute justice, but just by showing this, he was betrayed and executed so he could pass his devil fruit to someone more "adequate"…

The point is that with his last breath, he wakes up to decades in the past, leaving his future as a passing dream, when at one point as a vice admiral he doubted the path of justice that governs him…

At that time in his youth, he was on forced medical leave on an island and during a walk in the city, he ended up helping an old lady and her granddaughter to escape from a group of criminals (pirates, Bandits or something else) and then the old woman decides to give him a gift (not that he knows of) is there, while holding their hand, says "I wish you a second chance to live your life without regrets"; and it is that she is old, she has a devil fruit that allows her to create something like a "save video game" and it can help to go back years in time, of course as long as the person to return has the energy to do it…

In other words, after this encounter, Sakazuki, in the original timeline, used this incident to shorten the time of his medical license and continue with his life and his path to absolute justice…

But this time when he wakes up in the past, the old woman tells him to "Go live your second life", before Sakazuki passes out from the energy he used to go back in time with his mind and spirit, which ends up causing him to crash. woke up at the base of the mariana with an extended medical leave…

So he decides that this time, knowing the truth of the government, he decides who is going to fall is them and not the marines, so he decides to prepare for the best moment to bring down the world government…

what he did not expect is that in this extended medical leave, by going to another island, he will find the only woman he ever cared for, but in that future he left…

Yep, Fem Crocodile, and when he finds the pirate this time, he finds her pregnant and looking for her ex-boyfriend to tell him the news… and that ex-boyfriend is Monkey D. Dragón… (in the original timeline, Crocodile was they make believe that their baby died at birth and Garp that his grandson's mother died during childbirth)…

Yep, now Sakazuki's goals are… to be a good stepfather, to restructure the marines and separate them from the world government… as well as to outlive his father-in-law…

First of all, thank you! Akadile is, and forever will be, my favourite rare pair. They keep sneaking into fics and I don’t even want to stop them. 😊

Now then, on to the meat;

I love that trope! I think it’s called the Respawn Trope if I’m not mistaken. Reloading at an earlier save point to redo decisions. Or even deleting the existing save file to restart the game. As I was reading this, I was reminded of the lovely UkiDrakii’s Sakazuki-centric fic, A New Age (Erase and Repeat) over on AO3 (I absolutely recommend giving it a read, one of my favourites to this day)

Sakazuki making the conscious decision to reload from his save point after having his eyes open to the realities of the world beyond his own views is something I would probably write about. And one thing I love most about the trope is when they retain the knowledge of their last “life.” (Not unlike what I do when I’m playing RPGs 😂)

Basically, one big fuck you to the world government. Lol, I love it. Lol, and Whitebeard, apparently.

Unfortunately, I can barely commit to the long fics I have ongoing 😭 and cannot promise I will get a chance to write something like this. Not without neglecting my existing projects (more. Neglecting them more.). But I love that my bizarre rare pair inspired you this much!!! Thank you for sharing it with me!

[supernaturalgirl20]

Hi amore mio! 💙🧡

I absolutely have been just loving your work so very very much. I’d like to request one for Javi, but it’s a little weird so please bare with me. Also I am so sorry it’s so long, as a fellow writer I have a little OCD when it comes to writing out my request. Anyway this is it:

(You can tweak it up if you want) Can you make me one where me and Javi meet while we work at the embassy together and slowly over time it just turned into more. When he gets sidelined I readily just go along with him. Right before leaving Columbia he proposes to me and so he decides to take me home with him to meet everyone. Once we get there his dad tells him we have a huge party to go to and we do. I end up meeting more then just his dad and I get a little overwhelmed at one point and decide to take a brake by going outside. When I feel better I walk back in only to find him talking with Lorraine and I make the mistake of asking his dad who that is. Chucho tells me and me already knowing the story makes me start to feel a little sick as I watch them just talk. Chucho quickly takes note of it and asks me if I’m ok. I tell him I am before rushing off to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom I throw up and just as I’m calming down from it a worried Javi comes rushing in and quickly starts to be there for me. As I sit by the toilet exhausted from it all Javi makes an off hand comment about needing to figure out why I’ve been sick so much lately and I go still. At first he’s confused, but then I whimper out that there’s no need I already know why and he’s quick to ask me why (obviously…). I sigh before just saying something like “Dio mio! I’m pregnant Javi!”

I’m so sorry this took forever, I’m slowly making my way through my asks (which is a lot) 😊 I changed it just slightly to suit the story but I hope you like it 🥰

You’re My Happy Place

Pairings: Javier Pena x f!reader

Warnings: mild reference to smut, angst, fluff, jealousy, misreading the situation, mentions of pregnancy.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

He ran his fingers along your naked back, your face buried into his chest. You’d been together over a year now - well officially - and he still couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have you in his life. That you were his. His woman. His girlfriend.

Javier doesn’t do relationships, and the only one he did have - was an epic disaster. One night stands, casual flings and fucking his informants was a lot easier and less complicated than dating. He was happy with that, until you.

Sure, your relationship started out casual - two agents working out that pent up energy with a quick fuck in the supply closet, or the back of his car, or that one time on Murphy’s desk - but then you started going to each other’s places. Things got left - a toothbrush or a change of clothes and then suddenly he couldn’t live without you.

It was a weird feeling - the way his heart beat erratically in his chest, the butterflies in his stomach - something he wasn’t used to, so he did what Javi does best: he ran. More specifically, he told you that whatever was going on between you both - was over, that he didn’t do commitment, that he didn’t have feelings for you. He was trying to convince himself more than anyone.

He looked you in the eyes and broke your heart, slamming your door behind him when he left. A week later, he saw you on a date with Dave from the CIA and it nearly broke him. You were going on a date with a man that wasn’t him and he didn’t like it, one bit. After a lot of grovelling you took him back - he doesn’t know how or why, but he is so grateful you did.

You stir beside him a little before snuggling into him more. You were cute when you slept, always seeking him out. It was also when you were the most beautiful he thought. Which made the guilt that he was feeling dig deeper into the pit of his stomach. I have to tell her.

***

He didn’t tell you that morning. He should have but he didn’t want you to hate him. Now, he’s being sent home - his involvement with Los Pepes finally coming to a head. “Have you told her yet?” Murphy asks as they sit on the steps having a cigarette. “No. I…she is going to hate me Steve. I should have told her straight away but I was a coward. Now the thought of telling her makes me sick.”

“Javi, you've got to tell her man. Your flight is tomorrow.”

“I know. I will, later.”

“Javi you’ve gotta do it now otherwise she is gonna hear it from someone else and then she will be hurt.”

“Fuck me! Fine, I'll go now.”

Javi made his way to your office, closing the door behind him. You were sitting at your desk, head buried in files when you finally looked up at him. The smile you had on your face quickly faded when you noticed how agitated he was. Standing abruptly, you make your way around your desk and wrap your arms around him. “Hey…what’s wrong?”

“I have to tell you something.” He says while avoiding eye contact. He can’t bear to see the disappointment on your face when you hear what he has to say.

“You can tell me anything Javi.” He takes a deep breath and pulls away from you, pacing the length of your office. “I was the one leaking the information to Los Pepes. I had to do something, Escobar was just getting away with everything and we were doing fuck all about it.”

A silence fills the room and he waits with bated breath for you to shout at him, to tell him he was an idiot, anything. Slowly, you approach him, resting your hand along his cheek. “Hey, look at me. I had a feeling it was one of us, it was the only thing that made sense. I should have known it was you.”

“I’m sorry baby, I should have told you. I just didn’t want you implicated when it all exploded in my face, which it has. I’m a fucking idiot and a traitor according to the embassy.”

“Hey, you did what you thought was right. You weren’t to know that Los Pepes would take it that far. That’s not on you. I mean, yes you should have told me, I wouldn’t have gotten angry Javi. I probably would have helped. I want to go home, away from this shit just as much as you.” He’s looking at you now with awe. God she’s amazing. I should have trusted her more.

“What happens now?” He’s nervous again, that sinking feeling in his stomach. “What? Just tell me Javi.”

“I’m being sent home. Tomorrow.”

“What! They can’t do this.”

“Actually they can and they are. I’m on suspension until the hearing in two weeks. I’m sorry baby.”

“You’re really leaving?”

“Yeah. I don’t want to believe me but I have no choice.” You begin pacing yourself then and Javi can tell you’re worried. Suddenly you stop and face him. “I’m going with you.”

“What? No you can’t. You need to stay and finish this with Steve.”

“I am not staying here without you. This isn’t negotiable Javi. Unless…you don’t want me to come with you?” He’s quick to pull you into him, one arm wrapped around you the other cupping your cheek. “If this is really what you want to do? Then I would fucking love for you to come home with me. We can stay with my pops on the ranch, he’s been dying to meet you.”

“My place is with you.” He leans down and kisses you softly. “God I fucking love you baby.”

“You better.” He laughs before kissing you again. The door to your office opens and you both turn to find Steve standing there with a shit eating grin on his face. “Damn, I was hoping she’d kick your ass.”

***

Packing up your life in Columbia was easy - you didn’t have much. Steve had kindly agreed to send you whatever was in boxes and the rest was thrown into your suitcase. You were elated to be finally going home. The added bonus that you were going home with the love of your life. It was perfect timing too - for other reasons - ones you were reluctant to tell Javi.

You both spent your last night in Columbia at Javi’s apartment - bottle of whiskey, take out and some memorable sex.

Cuddled up on the couch - his throw covering you both - kissing like your life depended on it, Javi completely shocked you with what fell from his lips. “Marry me?” You’re frozen - not out of fear or any silly doubts, you wanted to marry him - you’re worried that he’s doing this out of some weird obligation. “Are you serious? I thought you said you never wanted that.” He pulls back a little, hovering over you slightly to get a better look at your face. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. I love you, so fucking much and I want to be able to call you my wife. I’ll ask again, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you.” He leans down and kisses you softly. He pulls away and quickly hops off the couch, making his way over to his suitcase. Jesus that’s a tight ass. He rummages around a little before shouting a ha! When he comes back, he has a small velvet box in his hand. Kneeling on the floor in front of you - a look of pure adoration on his face - he opens the box to reveal a beautiful engagement ring. You gasp as he takes it from the box and slips it onto your finger. “Javi, it's beautiful.”

“It was my mom’s. I asked pops to send it over, I’ve…I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time.”

“I love you so much, Javi.”

“Te amo, mi amor.”

***

The flight - although it wasn’t long, just under four hours - you were exhausted. It didn’t help that you had to rush to the toilet at least three times to throw up. Javi was getting worried, you could tell by the looks on his face, but this could wait.

Chucho had picked you both up at the airport and pulled you into a tight hug. “Y/N, we finally meet. You are even more beautiful than Javi described.” As you separate from the hug, he notices his late wife’s ring on your finger. “Hijo, finalmente te propusiste. Son, you finally proposed.

“Si, papa. I finally did it and she agreed, lord knows why.” You nudge him and he smiles brightly at you. “Come on, we better get going, your tía Collette has organised a welcome home party.” Javi pulls you close as you make your way to Chuchos truck. “Really? I just want to go home with my fiancé and sleep. It’s been a long day.”

“I did tell her this but you know Collette, never takes no for an answer.” Javi looks down at you then, a sorry look on his face. You really didn’t want to go, you were so tired but you can’t say no to that face. “It’s ok Javi, we can go show our faces, stay for an hour and then head home.”

“Gracias mi amor.”

***

You regret this.

It’s too much and your emotions are all over the place and you're so goddamn tired. People have been coming up to you for the last hour, making their greetings, congratulating you both. All you want to do is go home and sleep.

On your way back from the bathroom - to vomit again - you spot Javi talking to a gorgeous blonde woman. They seem comfortable around each other, like they’ve known each other intimately at some point and it’s causing that green eyed monster to rear its head.

“Who’s that Javi is talking to?” You ask Chucho as you come to stand beside him. With your gaze fixed on Javi, you can see her - whoever she is - touch his arm and laugh.

“That’s Lorraine..” Your stomach twists into knots at the mention of her name. That’s Lorraine? God she’s gorgeous. Oh god what if he wants to get back with her?

“They were childhood sweethearts but he left her at the altar.”

Your stomach was queasy again and you could feel the bile rising up your throat. Putting your hand to your mouth, trying not to vomit - Chucho turns towards you, a look of worry on his face. “Are you ok, mija? You don’t look so good.”

Nodding your head you begin to turn away, “I need…I’m gonna…” without finishing your sentence, you rush off towards the toilet not noticing that Javi has spotted you and has a concerned look on his face.

***

Javi says his goodbye to Lorraine and makes his way to Chucho, “pops what’s wrong with Y/N?”

“I don’t know, she just went rushing to the toilet. I don't think she is well, hijo.”

Javi wastes no time in following you to the toilet, knocking on the door before slowly opening it. “I’m sorry it’s occupied.”

“It’s only me mi amor, are you ok?” When he finally enters the toilet he sees you sitting on the closed toilet seat, sniffling. “Hermosa what’s wrong? He says as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Have you been sick again?” Avoiding eye contact you nod your head and he grabs your hands with his. “Mi amor you’ve been sick a lot this past week. You need to see a doctor, I’m worried. It could be something serious..”

“It’s not.” You snap standing abruptly - almost knocking him on his ass. “Look Javi, why don’t you go back out there to Lorraine, you two seemed pretty cosy.”

“What? Hermosa I was just apologising to her for what I did back then, that’s all.” He stands too and cups your cheek in his hand. “There is only one woman I want and I’m standing right in front of her.” You burst out crying as you bury your face into his shoulder. “I’m sorry Javi, it's these goddamn hormones and I’m so tired and then I’m sick all the time..”

“Si, that’s why I really want you to go to a doctor mi amor, I can’t lose you.”

“I told you Javi, it’s nothing serious.”

“How do you know? My mom was like this too and she…”

“I’M PREGNANT!”

You can feel Javi stiffen as he takes in the information you just gave him. Suddenly he pulls you away and lifts your chin up towards him. Does he look happy? “Pregnant? You’re pregnant? Baby are you serious right now?”

“Yeah I took a test just before we left Columbia, well four tests actually, just to be sure. I have to go…” His lips crash onto yours and he kisses you like his life depends on it. “Hermosa, we're gonna have a baby. I'm gonna be a dad. I’ve never been so happy in my life - well second to you agreeing to marry me. Wait until pops hears this, he’s gonna be over the moon - the man’s always wanted grandchildren.” You can't help but smile at his excitement, “I still have to go to a doctor. Get a due date and that..”

“Come on mi amor, I’m taking you home.” He lace’s your fingers together and walks towards his pops. “We’re gonna head out pops, you want to come with us or?”

“Nah you two go ahead I’ll catch a lift with someone. Is everything ok?”

Javi looks towards you, seeking your permission and with a smile and nod of your head, he turns to Chucho, “pops you’re gonna be a grandad.”

Is he crying? Chucho stands and wraps you in a tight hug, “mija, you have given me everything I’ve ever wanted. A good woman for my son and a grandbaby. Thank you.”

“Thank you for giving me Javi.”

He kisses you on the cheek before giving Javi a hug, whispering something in Spanish to him. “Go on now, get out of here. Get some rest and make sure you look after her hijo.”

“I will pop, don’t worry.”

***

Later that day, as you slowly wake from a much needed nap - you hear the faint voice of your fiancé. “I’m gonna make sure nothing ever happens to you mi princesa, ever. I’m always going to protect you, and your mama. I love her so much..”

A smile spreads across your face at Javi having a private conversation with your unborn child. “It could be a boy you know.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn't, I promise.”

He comes to lay beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist pulling you close. “Thank you Y/N, for giving me everything I don’t deserve. I love you, both of you.”

“Hmm, we love you too Javi and you do deserve this..”

“Ok I won’t fight you on it, now close your eyes hermosa. I’ll be here when you wake.”

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Favorite tiny moments in shows:

Something Rotten: "I believe it's pronounced misérables" (A Musical). All the chorus parts in I Hate Shakespeare. "Don't be so literal!" (Right Hand Man).

Six: "as my jam comes on the lute (two lute notes)" and "okay ladies let's get in Reformation" (Get Down). The grabby hands choreography of All You Wanna Do. "You could perhaps call us the Tudor Van Trapps. -- I'm just kidding, we're called the Royaling Stones 😊" (Six)

Beetlejuice: "I do this bullshit like eight times a week" (The Whole Being Dead Thing). "Except for the white part, obviously" (Fright of Their Lives). "Crystals speak to me." "What are they saying?" "Buy more crystals" (No Reason). The way the dancers suddenly materialize in That Beautiful Sound.

Book of Mormon: the "what?!" in Hasa Diga Eebowai. The way Nikki James sings "I'm wet with salvation" in Baptize Me. The Matrix choreography and "I'm gonna man up all over myself" from Man Up. The "I'm in the lead for the very first time" -- "I'm going where the sun always shines" exchange. I just love Man Up a lot.

A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder: literally the opening and closing notes. "The ignominity!" "The -- what?" (I Don't Understand the Poor). The choreography of I've Decided to Marry You. Monty's last "what?" in Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun.

Falsettos: the minor keys in Love is Blind. "This this this this, this had better come to an end." (This Had Better Come to a Stop). "You ask me is it fun to cry over nothing? It is!" (I'm Breaking Down). "Nancy Reagan, meanest and thinnest of the First Ladies" with the punching bag (Falsettoland). The unexpected Avenue Q energy of Everyone Hates His Parents. The internal rhyme structure of You Gotta Die Sometime.

Assassins: "only capitalists get photographers!" (How I Saved Roosevelt). "First of all when you've a gun (Guiteau cocks his gun and aims at the audience) everybody pays attention!" (The Gun Song). "Charlie said hell, if I am guilty then God is as well. But God was acquitted and Charlie committed until he should hang" (The Ballad of Guiteau). The 2004 revival combining the Balladeer with Oswald.

Groundhog Day: The ensemble quietly going "nobody gives a flying fuck" in the background of Nobody Cares. The way the line "someday I'll get a new coffee maker" is sung, and the harmonization on "Tomorrow spring will come" (One Day). The suicide tableaux/body doubles for Hope. The way Andy Karl's voice breaks on "the fucking roads have all been trod" (Hope). "And I would be a lot more zen, and I would punch a lot of men, if I had my time again" (If I Had My Time Again). Ned's reprise of his jingle at the end of Night Will Come. The exchange between Phil and Rita, "how about we keep this professional?" "I could pay you."

[title of show]: "Who wants to see Paris Hilton in the Apple Tree?" (An Original Musical). Heidi and Susan harmonizing in Monkeys and Playbills. The piano in Part of It All. "What happens if we don't get accepted to the festival?" "Then that will be Act II" in a one act show. Reading a bad review verbatim that ends with "they'll probably use this in their show." Closing the show with diamond encrusted chairs on stage.

Hadestown: "the river's gonna break its banks for us" (Wedding Song). "And Hades lays them high and thick with a million hands that are not his own" (Epic II). "The song he's working on is gonna shelter us from the wind the wind the wind" and every use of "lover" in Chant. The duet in How Long. "Oh, it's about me" (Epic III). "I let them try." "And how about you and I? Are we gonna try again?" "It's time for spring. We'll try again next fall." "Wait for me." "I will." (Wait for Me Reprise. 😭)