#INTERACTIONS — andrés cordero.

[neverafters]

why does beck think her name is lola ? for you know who hehehe

a smile lit up andrés' whole face, showing off the wrinkles crinkles around his eyes. "—because, niña, the first time i met your daughter, i said to her, i said ¡hola! and she thought i was calling her lola. i tried to correct her, but she was not having it so now she is lola, and she thinks it is funny when i say ¡hola lola!"

[neverafters]

andrés knew the power bailey held over people all too well, too many times she had made him nearly late for work because she wanted attention . . . and he kept a lint roller in his car to pickup all the golden hair that attached itself to his outfits after he laid on the floor with his dog, which was a frequent occurrence. she deserved all the pets and scratches and kisses and cuddles, so andrés did not mind too much sharing his husband's attention with her. "it was the longest half hour of our lives. we would have been out here in twenty minutes, but it was a task getting bailey away from lola lola long enough to take her for a walk." he would have taken their niece on the walk with them if she had not seen her favorite auntie shayla and made a run for it. "i am just wondering where my kisses from daddy are because here i am still utterly kissless." he was only teasing, knew he would get affections from his husband. they never went too long without a little touch or a stolen kiss.

brows furrowed slightly before loosening to match the soft smile he gave his husband. "we will always come looking for you, mi sol." he saw jeremiah walk away from the party, but figured he needed a little alone time, or he would have invited someone with him. he let half an hour pass before he and bailey went looking for him, enjoying the beach on their walk. jeremiah absentmindedly thumbed his ring, their ring, and something settled in andrés' chest. this right here? standing on the beach with his husband, and their dog, with jeremiah's family a short walk away in the beach house they told him was magic? that was what peace felt like. he felt the magic.

"well, lucky for me, it is just the two of us now—" he started, but a wet nose pushed against their joined hands and he trailed off with a little laugh, drawing the dog's attention away with his other hand that was ready for mindless pets. "—and bailey of course. we have the whole beach to ourselves until we want to go back." he took his husband's hand properly in his and gave it a little squeeze. "your family loves you very much. i do not mind sharing you with them as long as i get you back. i can be selfish with you at home. here, you are theirs." it was in cousins, in the beach house, that andrés got to see his husband be the best brother, nephew, and uncle to some of the best people andrés had ever been lucky enough to meet. they were his family now too, and the beach house felt like a home.

he thought he'd be acclimated to it by now, seeing andrés before him, ever poised in self-assurance and the same charisma he carried when they'd first met in madrid. but to this day, it's still like seeing him for the very first time. the man is overwhelmingly attractive, undeniably gorgeous from his romantic hair to his casual stance. the man is literally godlike, and he's fucking hot. jeremiah doesn't get it, how someone can be so absurdly good and loving, and equal parts thrilling. being with andrés was like living on a never-ending rollercoaster with zero notion of what awaits them. but even without expectation, even with spontaneity and travel keeping them on the move, he's never felt more grounded. in many ways, he's helped the fisher brother decelerate when physically, they don't seem to sit still. his husband's everything and anything he never knew he wanted, let alone needed, and with him alongside he understands what love should be like. what it should feel like. what it denotes.

jeremiah bounced slightly on the balls of his feet, apprising bailey that he was to shift soon, yet her exaggerated wail halts him in his tracks. ❝ okay, okay, i'll stay. it's been less than half hour since you saw me last, bails. ❞ he laughs into her fur, openly, loudly, but his eyes remain fixed on the man, his man, coming to a pause before them. it's effortless for jeremiah to wander off in those deep-set hues, alluringly accentuated by a dark brow. jeremiah's been informed often that his eyes are gorgeous, that they're like the sea. but no.... andrés' are the sea. undeniably. it's so easy to get consumed by his gaze, to be lost with no escape in sight. there is nothing static about them, they're vast and piercing, ever admiring when they've found their destination. jeremiah's been the sole recipient of that gaze for years now, perhaps that's why he so freely flusters before him. that never used to happen, not with anyone else. no one's ever made him feel this, and that's why it's perfect.

❝ she saw her daddy and she wanted his kisses. what can i say, babe, she knows what she wants. ❞ the grin remains untouched in his voice, however it falters as andrés' touch combs through his curls, his own hands slackening where they're threaded through bailey's fur. he grows warm whenever this touch, this ever familiar and tender touch trails his skin. mindlessly, jeremiah tips his head into it, chasing the sensation along his jaw. he gives bailey a final kiss to the side of her snout before rising to his feet, disregarding her whimpers with several pats to the side of her head. ❝ sorry for slipping out of the party without saying anything, i figured you'd come looking for me at some point. ❞ he bypasses bailey who's back on all fours and fervently sniffing the deck beneath their shoes, stepping towards his husband. ❝ and to be honest, ❞ he resumes, now vacant hand reaching for andrés', thumb intuitively reaching for the ring finger adorned by a wedding band. ❝ good thing that's exactly what i'd hope you'd do. i've barely been within five feet of you today, emmy. ❞

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PRIMARY MUSES:

alex claremont diaz. rwrb, bridgerton. taylor zakhar perez fc.

andrés cordero. tsitp oc. maxi iglesias fc.

anthony bridgerton. bridgerton. jonathan bailey fc.

astra riorson. fourth wing oc. courtney eaton fc.

clary fairchild. tmi. abigail cowen fc.

conrad fisher. tsitp. christopher briney fc.

drusilla elmsworth. bridgerton oc. alisha boe fc.

evie grimhilde. bridgerton, modern royalty. sofia carson fc.

harry bingham. tvd, the society. alex fitzalan fc.

indira petrova. bridgerton oc. aubri ibrag fc.

jace herondale. tmi. danny griffin fc.

josephine "posey" lovelace. bridgerton oc. kristine froseth fc.

kieran night. original demon lore. maxence danet-fauvel fc.

luna castillo. original familiar lore. sofia carson fc.

neil josten. all for the game. froy gutierrez fc.

rosalie hale. twilight, bridgerton. simay barlas fc.

tris prior. divergent. daisy edgar-jones fc.

violet bridgerton. bridgerton. ruth gemmell / rose williams fc.

SECONDARY MUSES:

andrew minyard. all for the game. conor doherty fc.

campbell riley. tvd, grey's. abigail cowen fc.

elena gilbert. tvd, grey's. nina dobrev fc.

feyre archeron. acotar. simay barlas fc.

isaac lahey. teen wolf, tvd. daniel sharman fc.

jeremy gilbert. tvd. froy gutierrez fc.

josie saltzman. legacies. kaylee kaneshiro fc.

rose hathaway. vampire academy. aslıhan malbora fc.

samantha larusso. cobra kai. mary mouser fc.

steven conklin. tsitp. sean kaufman fc.

tyler lockwood. tvd. michael trevino fc.

violet sorrengail. fourth wing. bruna marquezine fc.

REQUEST MUSES (plotting required!)

alex karev. grey's. justin chambers fc.

azriel of velaris. acotar. berk cankat fc.

cassian. acotar. alperen duymaz fc.

luke patterson. jatp. charlie gillespie fc.

mat hatter. original character. alex fitzalan fc.

[neverafters]

there were three places that felt like home. spain, new york, and cousins beach. they had flown from new york to madrid, and would be stateside a week later, enjoying some time on their beach. there was one constant in all three places, and his fingers were laced through andrés' as they walked along the shores of madrid. home, he realized, had never actually been a place. home was a person. home was the man that shined brighter than the sun. they could travel the entire world, visit every country, every city and it would still feel like home, as long as he had @jer3miah by his side.

at first, he didn't think anything of his partner coming to a stop. they took their time on their walks, and it was not uncommon for them to stop and take in the beauty of the world around them. whenever he admired the beauty of the world, he looked toward his sun. he barely managed to let his lips brush over his boyfriend's jaw before jeremiah was stepping in front of him, and andrés watched him curiously. jeremiah reflected the movement of the setting sun as he dropped to a knee in front of him. and the world stopped. the sun stopped setting, the waves stopped crashing on the shore. there were no other people, no beach houses, no birds flying above, nothing else existed in that moment except for jeremiah and andrés.

he did not know who reached for who, but one of jeremiah's hands was still holding up a ring while the other held his. "mi amor, mi sol, i am afraid that i can not make you the happiest man in the world, because i am quite sure that title already belongs to me." tears formed behind his eyes even as he smiled down at the love of his life. "yes. sí, yes. of course i will marry you." and then he was laughing, and that was not the most appropriate reaction to being proposed to on the beach, but it was the most joyous sound. "i was going to propose to you in cousins next week. you just could not wait seven days, could you?" he teased, but he was grinning from ear to ear.

he did not know what the proper way to do this was. for his own hypothetical proposal, he did not get past the plan to drop to one knee and pull out a ring. he supposed it would make the most sense for jeremiah to stand back up and put the ring on his finger, but that did not feel right in the moment. instead, andrés got down on his level, kneeling and walking the few steps to close the distance between them on his knees. both hands lifted to cup jeremiah's face and he kissed one of his cheeks, then the other, then pressed his forehead against the other male's. "yes. a million times yes."

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders / hussixand

@neverafters. the jacket slips over his shoulders easily, warmly, as it still carries the heat and dizzying scent that typically clings to the man strolling alongside. this man who doesn't give him flowers or candy, in the very way jeremiah could've done for any other person that wasn’t his forever.    what andrés did was give him the moon and the stars;    he feels it with every single touch gliding along his skin,    in promises sealed within every kiss,    with declarations in the safety net of vows.    andrés has given him infinity.    is this what it’s supposed to feel like?    what he’s been waiting for this entire time?    belly and conrad, infinity has always been theirs, but maybe jeremiah's was simply unresolved. imminent, waiting. he didn't grow up knowing the man of his dreams, but he sure as hell found him later. perhaps everyone can be fortunate enough to experience a staggering love in their lifetime like this, too. softness eases the corners of his eyes as they crinkle in line with a sweet smile,    the glacial piercing of jeremiah's eyes thawing the longer he gazes at andrès beside him.   

this hadn't been the plan, in fact, it was far from it. today wasn't supposed to be the day. but the weight of the ring encased in a velvet box in his pocket has only become heavier and heavier with every passing day. he had a plan, at the end of the week when they got back to cousins, he'd drop to a knee and ask this beautiful man to be his forever. but today, strolling along the shore in madrid at the glowing hours of sunset is just a good a day as any. he comes to a gradual halt as they walk, eyes briefly closing as he releases a breath he'd failed to notice he'd even been holding until his chest ached. stepping forth and turning with equal parts leisure and resolution, beck's sunshine boy takes the other's hand in his and sinks into the sand, his legs dropping his frame to a kneel. andrés’ hand is now in his,    a ring having at some point been single-handedly extracted from its box now held up between forefinger and thumb.    if this is what’s meant to be his infinity,    it doesn't matter where infinity begins. " marry me, " that isn't what he'd planned to say either, yet tears spring into his eyes, smile blinding. " marry me, andrés. make me the happiest guy in the world. "

actions speak louder than words starters, accepting. cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

[neverafters]

jeremiah opened up his heart and his home to andrés, and his family had taken him in like he was one of their own. his husband was his home, but even he could not deny the magic that was the beach house in cousins. it was where their whole family came together and though they did not see it themselves, they were the ones that made it magic, or at least, they kept his mother's magic alive. andrés never got to meet susannah, but there were no shortages of stories about the matriarch of the fisher boys. he never got to meet her, but he knew from the stories they told, that she was magic. andrés felt at home on the beach, he felt at peace walking along the shore with bailey on her leash to keep her from going too far. that peace was broken when she started tugging away from him, and it was then that he saw a male figure standing at the end of the pier.

andrés would know that back anywhere. it was a sexy back. those were the same blonde curls he ran his fingers through every night, curled up on the couch watching a movie or just talking about life with his partner. his husband. the man standing at the end of the pier was the love of his life, and his better half. andrés would have been perfectly content standing several feet back, just watching jeremiah watch the ocean . . . but bailey had another idea, and as soon as she saw her daddy at the end of the pier, she took off. any attempt to stop her was futile and andrés knew it was a battle he would not win. he let the leash go, and watched with a grin on his face as their dog went barreling toward his husband.

"i was going to be the one running into your arms to watch the sunset but bailey beat me to it. and i knew i could not outrun a dog on a mission," he said as he approached the end of the pier, affectionate smile playing on the edges of his features. andrés' entire world was at the end of that pier, with the sun setting behind them. if he could capture that moment in his mind like a polaroid picture so he could remember it forever, he would. while jeremiah was giving bailey pats and scratches, andrés reached a hand down and ran his fingers through blonde curls a few times, then traced over the side of jeremiah's face, fingers teasing his jawline. "hola cariño."

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction. ( could be +reverse? either way bailey sees other dad and RUNS) / hussixand

forearms lean against the piers deck railing, sustaining his weight and keeping him from toppling headfirst into the water below. this is his favorite place in the world, it's where he's always felt safest — whether at sixteen or now at twenty-seven, being back here never fails to make him feel like he's home. this place, cousins beach and the summer house, it never stops holding the magic. he once believed that he grasped what that implied, but it's not until now, a few years older and a few years wiser, that he's come to genuinely understand it. they are the magic, all of them, their entire family. susannah's love floods the hallways, it's inscribed into the cracks and apertures of every room. the ghost of her remains in the form of fond recollections, in their continual growth, in their indissoluble bonds. she's in them, a little bit of her remains rooted in all of them. jeremiah hopes she's proud of him and how far he's come, because he can finally say that he's proud of himself, too.

the setting sun glimmers through his ocean eyes as fingers remain laced before him, suspended midair. conrad and he would hang out here loads as kids. they'd sit out here and chat, maybe not as openly as they should've, but they did the best they could with what they had. they were just kids, merely attempting to navigate life, family, grief, love.... jealousy. they've come such a long way, now they've never been better, and they've never been closer. heaved from the depths of his thoughts, he can make out the steady thumps before he turns to see where, or just who, they were coming from. he's long come to recognize the sound of his girl's paws thundering down the pier, but this time the strides were approaching him. his head pivots first, arms pushing off from the railing and back fully straightening to turn away from the ocean. bailey's sprinting towards him with her summer leash thrashing in the breeze and jeremiah, without delay, drops to a kneel, arms spreading wide as he awaits her to barrel into his torso. the moment she collides against him, questing hues flicker up past her head, meeting with his favorite pair of blue eyes, a most treasured smile — how did he get so lucky?

as andrés draws near, bailey's shoving her snout into jeremiah's neck, demanding scratches and cuddles. ❝ you really gotta tighten your grip on her leash, ❞ he teases affectionately once andrés is in earshot. he presumes that he probably just released the leash as bailey ceaselessly tugged against it, since she would never run off, let alone away, from either of them. a sunny smile beams up at his husband, bailey settling against jeremiah's chest. ❝ hey. ❞

actions speak louder than words starters, accepting. dog,   sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.