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eroselless · 6 months ago

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PATO - TWO

series masterlist | part 1 | part 3

[charles leclerc x reader, carlos sainz x reader]

warnings: angst, talk of pregnancy, Spanish

note: Part 2! I already feel extremely invested in this and I started new adhd meds so I've been able to rlly hone in and work hard on it :) Let me know how you guys are liking it!

SPAIN, DECEMBER 2022, 3 weeks later

1st trimester/7 weeks/2 months

The kitchen is quiet, filled with the soft, earthy smell of morning. You sit at the kitchen table, hand smoothing out a frayed edge of a doily trapped under a heavy bowl of fruit. Morning sickness has left your face pale and drawn, the quiet offering no relief.

Despite the warmth of the sun and the stillness of the countryside, you struggle to adjust. The noisy streets of Monaco seemed to bring you comfort, a reminder of Charles and how eventually he’d come home to you. But now here in the Spanish countryside, the hustle and bustle of the city is replaced by the bird's chirping gently, the wind clinks against the windchimes and the loneliness presses in.

Aunt Ines moves around the kitchen, as if gliding, her movements brisk and efficient as she prepares a brebaje for you, a concoction to soothe your queasy gut. She places the mug in front of you and you recoil slightly at the smell, bitter and uninviting. It wafts up, mingling the scent of coffee and eggs.

“Tomatelo, que eso ayuda con las náuseas,” she says, her voice gentle, her eyes warm with the kind of understanding that feels like pity. Drink it; it’ll help with the nausea. You take the mug, hands trembling slightly. You take a big gulp, ignoring the slight burn the liquid leaves behind. Your hands tremble slightly as you put the cup back down on the table.

“Gracias, t��a,” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper.

Ines watches you, her gaze intent and sorrowful, as if she can see the ghosts that sit at this table with you. She never even had the thought to hesitate to open her home to you, but there was no escaping her soft looks, her constant worrying.

She learned to recognize the sound of you moving through the house in the dead of night, calling out for Charles in your sleep. That constant look in your eyes whenever you would check your phone for any missed calls, any proof that maybe he hadn’t fully forgotten you. Your belly was growing a little every day, a beautiful sign of love and life but the joy in your eyes seemed to fade as each day passed.

“Linda, ¿por qué no vas por un pancito a la panaderia?” She gently suggests. Sweetie, why don’t you go get some bread from the bakery? You let out a groan and she can almost see your old self appear briefly as you sag in the chair, arms flopping down at your sides like a child.

“I don’t feel like going out,” you mutter, half-hearted. She places her hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“I know it’s hard,” she says, her voice firm but soft. “But you need to get out a little. Some fresh air will do you good. And besides, you can’t stay cooped up in this house forever.” Her eyes flick down to your hand, to the way it rests over your barely-there bump.

You sigh, mumbling a quiet bueno, okay as you get up from the table. Ines watches you pull your shoes on with a huff. She twists a rag in her hands, recalling how spirited you used to be. As you bid her a quick goodbye, she can’t help but shake her head as you check your phone one more time before tossing it on the table by the door. You were checking for Charles again.

You looked for him in the mirror every morning, in your sheets, in your sleep. She could hear you cry in the early hours of the morning when you thought she was asleep. She could hear you talking to the baby, asking it questions, both love and anger pouring out in your words.

Charles’s silence seemed to weigh heavy on your conscience. Was all the love shared in the two years you spent together just gone? Picked up by the wind and dropped into the ocean, sinking down to its dark depths?

Ines would try her best to distract you from Charles and focus on the baby, gifting you a hand-knitted blanket and yellow booties. Each item was made with love and care, trying to remind you that you had love at your fingertips, in herself and the little bundle growing within you.

You make your way to the bakery, the morning air cool against your skin. You can’t help but wonder what Charles might be doing. Were you occupying his thoughts as he was occupying yours? Maybe he was waiting on his phone, waiting for your call as you waited for him every day. You get pulled from your thoughts as a little boy skids in front of you, you let out a yelp as he scurries after a red toy car.

“Disculpa, señora!” He looks up, eyes wide, grinning shyly, and you smile in spite of yourself as he darts off. Sorry, lady! You watch him as he wanders off, finally catching it. Another boy, older, follows after him. You both watch as the little one, maybe 3 years old, flicks at the tires of the car, laughing as they spin. He beams up at the older boy and they smile at each other, conversing and giggling as they continue their way down the street. There’s a bittersweetness to it, this simple joy, this little fragment of a family you now craved to have.

The streets are lined with charming little buildings, bustling with kids and adults alike. You can soon smell the yeasty scent of bread trailing down the street. You breathe deeply as you reach the doors of the bakery, greeted by warmth and the delicious smell of freshly baked goods. Walking through the threshold of the baker, a kindly old man smiles at you as you enter.

“Buenos dias, señorita,” he says. “What can I get for you today?” You manage a small smile. “A loaf of your freshest bread please.”

He nods and disappears into the bakery. You pull out some coins, settling in the warmth of the cozy bakery, trying to draw some comfort from the soft glow of warm lighting and the inviting scent of cinnamon and sugar. You close your eyes for a second, hand resting on your tummy. It's grown since the night on the train. If you pulled your shirt tightly against your body, you’d be able to see it starting to poke out. You wonder what the baby will look like. Would she look like you? Or would she inherit the features of her father? Would it even be a she? Or would it be a little boy, the image of his father?

The baker calls for you, pulling you out of your brief daze and hands you the loaf wrapped in brown paper. You hand him the money and thank him before heading back home.

Your walk back is easier, your mind occupied with thoughts of the baby. You cradle the warm bread against your chest, eyes flickering to its crispy outside. You’ll carry the baby like this someday.

Back at the house, Ines is waiting for you. She leans on the doorway, a smile on her face. She takes the bread from you, walking into the kitchen.

“No tan mal,¿cierto?” She teases lightly. Not that bad, right? You nod, almost smiling.

Putting the bread down, she pulls you into her arms, holding you close.

She feels her chest fill with relief as you relax into her arms, face tucked into the crook of her neck. You hold onto her, feeling as if she’s trying to transfer some of her strength to you. Her arms feel safe and you lean further into them, letting your walls down, just for a moment.

A WEEK LATER

There's a gentle hum in the air, laughter echoing in the kitchen as you sit on the kitchen counter, a bag of carrots in your lap. You bite into one, handing another to your aunt as she chops them up and tosses them into a simmering pot full of celery and potatoes.

“Do you remember when Jorge used to feed the dog his bottle?” Ines says, chuckling, shaking her head. Her children are older than you, occupied with their own families in different corners of the world. “He was so terribly convinced that the dog needed it more than he did.”

You laugh, remembering your cousin’s antics, and it feels good, genuine, the laughter bubbling up from some forgotten place. “And Mateo used to put his toys in the fridge! Mom would always find action figures next to the milk and cheese.”

Ines laughs again, a bittersweet smile on her lips. “Esos peladitos, always keeping us on our toes.” Those little guys.

You laugh at her comment, hopping off the counter as you hear your phone buzz on the kitchen table. Ines chastises you as you do so, telling you you shouldn’t be jumping around like that. You brush your hands on your pants, not caring for the slight orange residue they leave behind, and reach for your phone.

The laughter seems to fade from the room, the joyful noise dying in your chest. You blink a few times, words on the screen not fully registering in your mind. The headline stares back at you, the words blurring as tears fill your eyes.

You barely register throwing the phone down before bolting out the door, the weight of it crashing over you as you collapse at the edge of the garden, gasping for breath, the betrayal clawing at your chest. Your aunt looks back at you from her spot at the sink.

“Mi amor,” she calls for you, moving quickly to follow after you. “¿que paso?” What happened? You don’t answer, fingers gripping at the dirt as if digging your hands in deeper will stop the word from spinning around you. Your chest feels tight and the air only seems to get hotter as you stand there. You want to scream. Inside, Ines watches you, wiping her hands on a rag before picking up the phone with the screen still on. Her heart fills with dread as she reads:

Prince of Ferrari, Charles Leclerc, moves on with a mystery woman after split from elusive girlfriend.

She swipes at the screen, eyes scanning over the pictures attached to the headline. Charles sits at a table, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He’s leaning into the woman, noses almost touching as he leans in for a kiss. There’s a smile painted on his face, his arm draped around her shoulders. The pictures show him gradually getting closer until his lips are pressed to hers.

She presses a hand to her mouth as she puts the phone down, making sure to swipe the page away before making her way out to you. You’re sobbing, with your head in your hands. Your shoulders shake with the force you’re using, so much Ines thinks you could heave.

“Lo siento mucho, mi amor,” she consoles as she nears you. I'm so sorry, my love. She pulls you into her chest, her own tears dripping down her face as your body wracks against hers. Her hands rub soothing circles on your back.

The pain feels unbearable, a mix of betrayal and heartbreak.The man you love, the father of your child, moving on without a second thought. You think of the nights you cried for him, the mornings you searched for his presence. It felt like a cruel joke.

“Casi ni siquiera ha pasado un mes,” you manage to choke out between sobs. “Y asi como nada.” It's barely even been a month, and just like that.

Ines pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. She brushes away the hair that’s begun to stick to your cheeks. Your eyes look beautiful as they continue to drip. There was so much beauty in your tragedy.

“We’ll get through this,” she whispers firmly. “One step at a time.”

You nod, taking a small comfort in her words. They don’t do much to ease the crushing weight in your chest. Any hope you had for a future with Charles crumbles before you, replaced with an uncertain reality. You can’t manage anymore, clutching at her as if she was the only solid thing left. She holds you tight, her love wrapping around you like a warm blanket, offering the only solace you can find as the world seems to crash around you.

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The weeks pass slowly and you find yourself sitting on the porch day after day. You find yourself on the porch, staring out at the world as the seasons shift around you. There’s something almost surreal about it all, the way life moves forward even as you feel frozen in place. Your morning sickness dwindles, some days better than others. It's yet another crisp morning that you find yourself sitting there, enjoying the sound of the wind chimes and birds once again. Ines pokes her head out the door, peering at you.

“Linda, te puedo pedir un favorcito?” she asks, her face in a little grimace. Sweetie, can I ask a little favor from you? You look up, nodding your head silently. She lets out a sly smile.

“I’m running low on a few things for dinner tonight and I can’t go to the market with all the chores I need to finish.” she winces. You know what’s coming and you relent, getting up to grab a grocery bag.

“Thank you, Mija,” she says, pressing a kiss to your head. “I just need some tomatoes and carrots and maybe a loaf of bread.” you nod fervently at her request, not stopping the shadow of a smile that appears on your face as she hobbles away to grab a pen and paper. With a list in hand, you step out into the bright morning light.

The market is just a short walk away, and as you make your way through the quaint streets, you try to focus on the task at hand, pushing thoughts of Charles to the back of your mind.

The market is alive with activity, vendors calling out their wares, and the air filled with the mingling scents of fresh produce and baked goods. You wander from stall to stall, selecting ripe tomatoes, crisp lettuce, and fragrant herbs, your basket slowly filling with the ingredients Ines needs.

As you reach for a bundle of carrots, you hear a voice call from behind you. You turn, eyes widening as you see Carlos approaching you, arms wide and a smile playing on his face.

“Es tan lindo verte,” he says, eyes crinkling with a warm smile. It's so nice to see you. He pulls you in close arms wrapping around you completely. You relax a little, finding comfort in seeing a familiar face. A mixture of emotions hits you as he holds you. His presence is a reminder of the world you left behind, a reminder of the love you lost.

“Hola, Carlos,” you reply, managing a soft smile. He lets go, eyes looking over you.

“You look… different,” he observes. His face is full of concern as he looks you over closely. Your smile fades as he does, the color rises in your cheeks, an unspoken truth hanging between you. Your bump is sticking out a little more as you enter your second trimester. Your shirt is pulled back against your tummy, caught between your side and the bag you’re carrying. The growing babe even causes your belly button to start to poke out. “Yeah,” you murmur, tugging your shirt loose. “I guess I’ve been going through some changes.”

You feel a blush rise to your cheeks as he reaches for your small belly, stopping abruptly. “Are you…?” he trails off, his voice filled with surprise.

You nod, and Carlos can’t tell if your expression is of pride or shame. He nods sympathetically. He’d heard about what happened with Charles, whispers spreading quickly through the paddock as the news broke. But not this, no one had mentioned this. “Charles doesn’t know. He doesn’t need to.” The words fall out, bare and raw, and Carlos nods, understanding without needing further explanation, your eyes plead with him.

He nods, eyebrows furrowed. “Lo siento mucho,” he says, reaching out and placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. I'm so sorry. Though Charles didn’t share you much with the world, you did occasion a race every now and then, mostly hidden away from the cameras. When he saw Charles step out on town with someone else, he suspected something had happened.

You nod, a lump forming in your throat. “Yeah,” you whisper. His hand lingers its spot, sending a strange sense of comfort to wash over you. Despite the pain you’d been carrying with you for the last few weeks, the genuine kindness he was offering you seemed to alleviate it a little.

"Listen," Carlos begins, his voice gentle. "I know things are tough right now, but if you ever need someone to talk to or just a shoulder to lean on, I'm here for you."

His words catch you off guard, and you find yourself blinking back tears. "Thank you, Carlos," you whisper, feeling a swell of gratitude in your chest.

He offers you a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Anytime," he says softly. "Cuidate, okay?” Take care of yourself, okay?

With a final nod, Carlos bids you farewell, leaving you standing there in the bustling market square.

tags: @kravitzwhore @janeh22 @apollosfavkiddo @leah-also-known-as-creatoronwp @tremendousstarlighttragedy

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #carlos sainz #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader

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idkimnotreal · 7 months ago

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for people who don't understand the causes of heavy rains in southern brazil. (for anyone who is even aware of it)

we don't have a tropical climate in the south. there is no rain or dry season or monsoons. our seasons are defined by temperature patterns, not lack or presence of rain, like those in other temperate climates. porto alegre is much closer geographically, culturally and climatically to buenos aires than to são paulo and even less so brasília.

the heavy rainfall does indeed have to do with deforestation in the amazon. but the amazon rainforest is only indirectly related to rainfall in the south of the country (as opposed to directly related in the southeast, such as rio - the amazon spawns rain clouds in the summer that cover all of central and nothern brazil - and this is called "SACZ", but these clouds don't cover the south or the northeast of the country).

what happened instead is that the degradation of both the amazon and other natural biomes in the country (such as the cerrado and the pantanal) has disrupted humidity patterns and contributed to the formation of dry heat domes in central brazil (including the state of são paulo) in autumn and spring, when that region of the country is no longer under the influence of SACZ and antarctic cold air waves are not strong enough to reach that far into the continent (and they would be in july and august, during the peak of the austral winter).

these new dry heat domes trap antarctic air in southern brazil in autumn and spring. since colder and warmer air both cause rainfall when moving through an area (and these are cold and warm fronts respectively), the atmospheric "shock" caused by the cold air trying to advance but being unable to break through the hot dome causes rain to pour over a single area. that's what's happening. central brazil is right now seeing very intense, record-breaking heat for autumn. but that is being muffled by what's going on in the south, which is incomparably worse.

so when people blame this on us for "chopping down the amazon"... well, would they say that about buenos aires if this were happening there instead? it's not about the amazon. these places - including the cerrado and the pantanal - are quite far from us and we have little control or awareness over what happens there. so it's part of something much worse that spans the entire globe. and also something related to brazilian culture - our apathetic, accustomed relationship with suffering, and our lack of foresight to avoid it in general.

#climate change #brazil #climate crisis #meteorology #i find that when people from other countries blame this on tropical climate it distances us from them #'oh it's that corner of the world it happens all the time'#no it's not #i've never seen it #neither have my parents #or people older than them #i get the feeling that this could happen anywhere #but maybe it's just me #because i'd never seen it happen close to me before #the climate crisis is here and it dawns on you when you see it before your eyes #and you feel it in your heart because it's people you know #places you know and cherish

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cherry-holmes · 1 year ago

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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 7

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: When the rumors and gossip in the office turn cruel about your relationship, you begin to question your place in Javier's life.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3.5k

Warnings: Fluff, angst & comfort. Mentions of cheating. Mentions of pregnancy.

A/N: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READ THE CHAPTER(? jajajaja😅

Next chapter (8) is the first Drabble I write for this story before I even know it would became a complete series🙈 So you could read it HERE right now!

As always, I’m taking requests!

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Not only you never had sex before, but you had never slept in the same bed with a man either. However, you found the idea of sharing a bed with Javier exciting. The simple act of lying side by side, feeling the warmth of his body, made your heart race. It was a new and thrilling experience, and you weren't entirely sure how to navigate it. But you trusted Javier and felt comfortable in his presence.

As you lay in the bed, the soft drizzle hitting the window gently woke you. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a cozy bed, wrapped in Javier's arms. You were wearing one of his sleeping t-shirts, which hung loosely on your frame. It was very early in the morning, and the air was cold enough to made you try to hide your face under the blankets. When you moved, you felt Javier adjusting his grip around your torso, pulling you closer to his warm chest. You could hear his heavy breathing, a sign that he was still asleep.

You turned around to stare at him, taking in his rugged features that were typically etched with determination and duty. However, in sleep, he looked more vulnerable and childlike, with disheveled hair and a slight pout on his soft lips. You couldn't help but feel a deep affection for the man beside you.

You reached out and lightly traced a finger along his jawline and his prominent nose bridge, admiring his handsome and manly features. You felt that he was all yours in this moment. Javier stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he gradually awoke to the new day. His gaze met yours, and he offered a sleepy smile.

"Buenos días," you greeted him, your face very close to his as you wrapped your delicate arm around his waist.

He growled playfully and leaned over you, hiding his face in the space between your hair and your neck. He placed a gentle peck on your collarbone, causing a shiver to run through your skin and echoed between your legs.

"Do you know that you snore?" he teased, his voice still touched by sleep.

"What?" you laughed, "No, I don't."

"Yes, you do," he insisted, still hiding his face in your neck. "Es muy tierno, en realidad." Another peck was placed on your neck as he trapped you between his broad body and the warm mattress.

After some playful morning banter and more loving caresses, you proposed heading to your apartment, where Javier could take a shower and prepare for work. He packed a bag with his personal items, and both of you went to your apartment.

Javier found your place to be completely different from his own. It exuded a cozy aura of femininity and lightness. Floral wallpaper adorned the walls, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. A large window in the living room allowed plenty of natural light to filter in, illuminating the space. The furnishings had been carefully selected to match the delicate ambiance. A soft couch adorned with puffed pillows beckoned for relaxation, and a vintage coffee table with flowers in a delicate porcelain vase added to the charm. They were the flowers he had given you on your birthday; wilting, but you refused to get rid of them.

The soft scent of floral candles wafted through the air, creating a calming and peaceful environment that carried your unique fragrance.

Javier admired the surroundings and couldn't help but comment, "This place is very nice." As you approached a fishbowl on the kitchen counter to feed your red betta fish, he noticed and said, "So he's the famous Poncho," with a laugh.

"He is," you replied with a smile, ''Be careful, Javi, he's so much more handsome than you.'' you winked at him and he fake a laughter but he smiled.

After giving him a quick tour, you showed him where the bathroom was, and he disappeared behind the door to take a shower. While he was getting cleaned up, you busied yourself in the kitchen, preparing a simple breakfast for the two of you. The scent of coffee filled the cozy space as you scrambled eggs and set the table.

When he finally emerged from your room, dressed on his jeans and a white t-shirt, you couldn't help but admire how effortlessly handsome he looked.

The two of you enjoyed breakfast together, sharing lingering glances and morning conversation.

As you sat at the table, enjoying the simplicity of each other's company, you couldn't help but feel that this what you ever wanted in a relationship.

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Suddenly, as days passed, you found yourself spending most of your days – and nights – at Javi's apartment. So much so that even Poncho had to move there, sparing you the worry of returning home to feed him. It wasn't as though you had fully moved in with him, but you did pack a bag with clothes for three or four days a week, only returning to your apartment when necessary.

At first, you weren't sure about his daily proposals to spend the night with him, but you just couldn't resist his big, brown, puppy eyes that pleaded for your company. Besides, he was so respectful, and you felt so safe in his arms that it soon became an addiction, a shared pleasure for both of you.

Javier's favorite time of day was the nights he spent with you and seeing your sleepy face in the morning. He was eager for you to be ready to have sex with him, of course, but he had discovered a different way to make love with you: talking until your eyes couldn't stay open, making dinner together, hearing you talked about your day or just sharing anecdotes from each other's youth, and making you blush with his suggestive comments. He loved wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulders, as you prepared his favorite Mexican dishes: flautas, enchiladas, sopes, tacos, tinga de pollo... he was eating properly for the first time in a long while.

The domestic life was something Javier had never thought he would experience one day. The romantic love and ordinariness he had seen in his parents when he was young had seemed like an extraordinary occurrence, a one-in-a-million chance that would never happen to him.

This belief was primarily rooted in his own lack of commitment. He had always been dedicated to his job, chasing criminals and navigating the complexities of his work. Relationships, his private life in general, and even his self-care often took a backseat to his career, leaving little room for domesticity.

But now, this new routine with you felt different. It was a break from his high-pressure work, a chance to be himself, not the DEA agent, but just Javier. It allowed him to explore a side of himself he had kept hidden for a long time. He cherished these moments, every dinner you cooked, every late-night conversation, and even the silly arguments about whose turn it was to do the dishes.

The man who had always been on the run, chasing down criminals, was now embracing the idea of coming home to you. The feeling of normalcy and love had sneaked its way into his life, catching him by surprise. It was a change he didn't know he needed.

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But not everything was smooth sailing.

Back at the office, things had become a bit overwhelming for you. Since you officially started dating Javi, you could perceive the gaze of every woman at work on you, especially focused on the pearls adorning your neck, a clear symbol that you belonged to Javi. Or even more unbelievably, Javier Peña belonged to you.

You could hear them whispering a lot of cruel things when they thought you weren't there - or they did it on purpose for you to overhear. They asserted that Javier was merely infatuated, and he would soon grow bored of you and cast you aside. Some others wondered what you did in bed to have him that way. Once, you even overheard someone speculating that you might be pregnant, waiting for an announcement. Initially, you didn't let it affect you much, understanding that jealousy was at the root of these comments. Some of these women had likely tried hard to catch Javier but hadn't succeeded.

Of course, all of this mess didn't involve all the women at work. In fact, you had the support of your friends Martha and Ana, who defended you when you weren't able to.

However, as the days passed, it became more and more exhausting. It hurt to hear their gossip about your private life, your intimacy, and especially the things they said about who had already slept with Javier. You felt a pang of jealousy when you heard some of them talking about their past affairs before you.

One day, while in a bathroom stall, you overheard two secretaries discussing their encounters with Javier, divulging explicit details. It was clear they knew you were in there and were deliberately trying to humiliate you. You felt deeply embarrassed and humiliated but couldn't find the courage to confront them.

You knew deep down that your relationship with Javier was real, and it was built on something more profound than just physical attraction. You care so much about each other. But the workplace gossip had a way of chipping away at your self-esteem.

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Javier was telling you about his day as he drove through the streets of Bogotá after work. You tried your best to pay attention to what he was saying, just as he did when you were telling him something.

He stopped at a red light and turned to you, noticing that you were lost in your own thoughts. His hand reached for yours, bringing you back to reality. He placed a tender kiss on your fingers.

"Everything okay, amor?" he asked, his affectionate eyes showing both care and curiosity. "You've been quiet since we left the office."

''I'm fine,'' you assured him, forcing a smile, ''just women stuff, you know,'' you said, making a gesture to your lower belly.

He frowned, clearly not convinced by your explanation. It had some truth, though – you were on your period, as he could tell from finding your pads in his bathroom that morning. But he also knew that it wasn't the real reason for your slightly sad eyes.

''You can tell me anything, darling,'' he said, resuming the ride.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit shy about discussing the office gossip. But the understanding look in Javier's eyes encouraged you to open up.

"It's just... some women at the office," you began slowly.

"What about them?"

"Well, they've been gossiping about you and me. They say things like you'll get bored of me, or that you're only with me because of... well, you know."

Javier's expression turned serious, his jaw tightening slightly. "They don't know a damn thing about us, bonita," he said, sounding upset.

"It's not only what they say about us," you added, your voice quivering as you tried to hold back tears.

"What do you mean?" He asked, really concerned. "What else do they say?"

You didn't even want to say it; it made you feel nauseous. You hated being that kind of jealous girlfriend, but all the things you'd heard about him started to weigh heavily on your peace of mind.

"Some of them have talked about your affairs. You and them, in bed," you explained, your voice heavy with hurt. "It's like they're labeling what we do in bed, like they know exactly what happens in our intimacy. They're doing it just to annoy me, I know, but still. It's pathetic, like they're teenagers. It's so fuckin' disgusting."

Javier had never heard you curse before, so he could tell you were really upset and hurt. He knew it wasn't his fault what those women were doing to bother you, but he felt deeply guilty anyway.

Javier's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he tried to choose his words carefully. "Bonita, I'm not proud of my past, but it's exactly that – the past. I'm committed to you now."

"It's not just about trust, Javier,'' you exclaimed, suddenly anguished. ''It's about feeling humiliated, and I hate it."

You didn't want to make a scene, but the tears began to fall down your cheeks, and you turned your face to the street so he couldn't see you crying. You didn't want to take it too personally, giving those women the satisfaction of seeing you doubt him or yourself. You understood that Javier had a past, but those stories from his previous encounters with colleagues made you feel uncomfortable.

Maybe it was the hormones from your period, but you couldn't help the tears.

Javier's heart ached at your words, but he was still unaware of your tears. "I've had my share of flings in the past, I won't deny that. But what we have is different, bonita. I care about you, deeply."

After a brief moment of silence, Javier noticed your stifled sobs. His heart sank, and he immediately pulled the car over to a safe spot on the side of the road.

"No, honey... please, don't cry. You're breaking my heart," he said, genuine concern in his voice as he reached out to gently wipe away your tears with his thumb.

You looked at into his eyes, your eyes searching for reassurance. "Javier, promise me something," you said, your voice wavering.

"Anything, mi vida," he nodded.

"Promise me you won't cheat on me," you whispered, your eyes filled with a mix of insecurity and hope. "I can't bear the thought of more gossip becoming true. And I care so much about you, I you fail me..." your eyes welled with new tears. You couldn't imagine something like that. In matter of such a short time, you had completely fallen for Javier Peña. And him? He was completely dumb for you.

Javier's expression turned serious, and he leaned closer, holding your gaze with determination, his thumb wiping your cheek. "I promise, bonita. I would never do that to you. You mean too much to me."

You chose to believe him. You needed to. You were so in love with him, and you felt deep on you that id he failed you, you could simply fell into a black hole.

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Your words lingered in his mind like a ghost: "Promise me you won't cheat on me."

As Javier lay there beside you, watching you sleep, the weight of his own secrets pressed down on him. He felt guilty for not being completely honest with you.

He had seen Helena and a couple of other prostitutes in various motels around the city. He wasn't proud, but it was an unfortunate aspect of his job. He took great care, making sure not to frequent the same places and avoiding any lingering scents or perfumes on his clothes. He only contacted his most trustworthy informants and ensured that they hadn't had encounters with other agents. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out through office gossip, knowing you had already endured enough of that shit.

The first time he called Helena, the first thing she did as soon as he opened the door, was tried to het over him. Of course he stopped her, reminding her that he had a girlfriend, and that they relationship now would be limited to an exchange of information. There were other women that offered their services to him, as they knew him perfectly, but he paid only for the information and left immediately.

While he hadn't crossed the line of infidelity, he felt guilty for not being entirely truthful with you.

Javier was terrified of losing you. He realized that the worst thing that could ever happen to him would be losing you due to his own faults. Yet, he also understood that honesty was vital to the trust between you two.

Should he tell you to prevent you from finding out on your own? Would you trust him if he did? He didn't want to take that chance.

He had seen death up close, sometimes even causing it himself. He'd had a gun pointed right between his eyes and witnessed the worst side of humanity. Yet, the thought of losing you made his knees weak. It was the only thing that made him feel like a coward.

The mere thought of hurting you or causing any damage to what you two had was unbearable. So, he decided to bury these feelings deep down and never tell you about these encounters. The fear of losing you outweighed his guilt for not being completely truthful.

Your eyes fluttered in the darkness of the room, likely sensing his gaze upon you as you slept. Slowly, you turned your head to find his silhouette, barely touched by the dim yellow light filtering in from the street.

"Javi?" you called to him, your voice still heavy with sleep. "Is everything okay?"

It wasn't unusual for him to have sleepless nights, given the nature of his work. He had seen and dealt with many disturbing things. But tonight, something felt different. He carried a weight that went beyond the typical burdens of his job.

"What's wrong, baby?" you asked, your concern evident as you sat up in bed, facing him.

Javier locked eyes with you, and with unwavering certainty, he uttered two words that filled the room and your heart:

"Te amo."

Your heart skipped a beat, and a warmth flooded your chest as he confessed his feelings. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you realized that in the simplicity of those two words, he had poured his heart out to you.

"Oh, Javi. Yo también te amo," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity and tenderness. It was the first time you'd said those words to each other, and they held more weight and meaning than you could express.

Javier reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek. He leaned in, and his lips met yours in a sweet and lingering kiss.

When he pulled back, his eyes still locked onto yours, a deep sense of contentment in his gaze. For the first time, you both had openly expressed the love that had been quietly growing between you.

As you settled back into each other's embrace, Javier swore to himself that he would do anything to prevent losing you.

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You and Javier used to had dinner with the Murphy's at least once a week. At first, it was something neither of both men seen like necessary, but as your friendship with Connie grew, it became more frequent.

You had found in her a friend who could relate to you in different aspects: both of you came from another country to Bogotá, she from the US to support her husband and you from Mexico for a work opportunity. Both of you were in a relationship with DEA agents, so she could understand your worries for their safety and watched them cope with the stress and pressure of their work.

Meanwhile Javier and Steve were at the table waiting for the dessert – a peach pie you had made, by the way –, playing with the Murphy's baby Olivia, you were helping Connie on the kitchen.

"You know," she looked at you with a warm smile on her beautiful features, "I've known Javier for a while, and I've never seen him as happy and committed as he is with you."

You, slightly taken aback, couldn't help but ask, "Really?"

"Absolutely. There's always been something missing in his life; I could see it," she remarked as you handed her plates for the slices of pie. "He looks relaxed and he smiles a lot now."

"I never thought I'd be the one to make him that happy," you said, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

With an understanding nod, Connie continued, "Well, you are. It's like he's a different person when he's with you."

As you returned to the table, the sight of Javier playing with Steve and Connie's daughter brought a warm smile to your face. It was a gentle reminder of the happiness you shared with him.

Sitting down with Connie, her earlier words echoed in your mind. You felt a newfound confidence in your relationship with Javier. You didn’t want to lose what you had with him, so you tell yourself that you needed to relax and concentrate on the love you had for each other instead of the things that people said at the office.

As the four of you sat on the living room, Olivia wrapped her chubby arms around your neck, peacefully resting her head on your shoulder. You had always loved children, and they always seemed to like you. You had two nieces and two nephews from your sisters. You used to take care of them and help your sisters back in Monterrey. You loved spending time with them, watching them grow, from funny toddlers to beautiful kids. You had always been the favorite cool young aunt.

"She is such an angel," you said, rubbing her back.

"In public," Steve grinned, "She's like a Gremlin, past midnight she's a little monster."

Connie chuckled at Steve's comment, then her eyes sparkled with a different kind of excitement. She leaned in closer to the group and whispered, "Speaking of midnight monsters, there's one more thing we wanted to share tonight."

"You're getting a puppy?" Javier teased, raising an eyebrow.

Connie laughed. "No, even better. I'm pregnant."

A chorus of surprised exclamations filled the room. You couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness for the Murphys as you congratulated them on the wonderful news.

"Congratulations, brother," Javi conveyed as he shared a hug with Steve, patting his back.

"What a beautiful blessing!" You exclaimed, also sharing a hug with Connie.

Amid the laughter and heartfelt wishes, you noticed Javi's expression, which seemed a mix of emotions – surprise, joy, and perhaps a hint of longing. During the rest of the evening, his fingers found yours, gently squeezing them. You shared a meaningful look with him and found something in his eyes that you couldn't quite identify, but it warmed your heart.

As Javier watched you interacting with Olivia, a profound sense of warmth and longing filled his heart. The laughter and joy you brought to that moment made him realize that maybe, just maybe, he wanted more than he had ever thought. The idea of building a family with you started to take root in his mind, and the thought of sharing a life together beyond their passionate romance began to feel not just possible, but something he genuinely desired.

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FITFWT24: OUTRO SONGS

ASIA

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That Familiar Feeling... (Finale)

“ …!!! “ Jim gasped.

Just then, everything clicked. Jim knew exactly what this Santa was feeling, because he himself had been there so many times. So, Jim slowly reached a hand towards the other Santa Claus’ arm.

Once he finally touched the other Santa, Jim could feel him trembling. He lightly gasped again, then tried speaking to him again.

�� T-This… This isn’t your fault. “

The mysterious Santa unknowingly had a tear fall down his cheek. He shook his head but still looked forward.

“ I-I’m doing this… I don’t know how or why… It’s been one thing after another… Cars… P–People… Santa-whozits… I don’t know anything… For once, I-I-I just… I just want to know something… A-Anything… “

Suddenly, Jim hugged the other Santa.

“ A lot of things must feel really s-scary right now, but… You’re with people who… w-who won’t get mad at you. You don’t need to know everything… Y-You’re still okay, even if you don’t know who you are…!! “

The other Santa’s eyes widened. He lowers his hands, which causes all the magic that was shooting out of them to stop. The Santa then wraps his arms around Jim, hugging him back.

North and the Muscular Santa both beamed at the heartfelt sight.

With that, the chaos was over.

The toys returned to their motionless state, the toy-making machines finally stopped shooting around, and the wrapping paper that constricted the other Santas finally loosened up. The Santas each began bursting out of their wrapping prisons.

“ HAHA!! “ Cap’n Claus triumphantly boasted. “ No prison can contain the might of a PIRATE!! “ He looked around and noticed the others breaking free. “ Oh! You all are free too! Bueno! “

“ FINALLY, some bloomin’ air!! “ Father Christmas complained, gasping. “ I was tryin’ to catch me breath for the last half soddin’ hour!! “

Suddenly, Big Boss Santa emerged from his pile coughing and stumbling.

“ T-TELL ME ABOUT… IT!! “ He flopped onto the ground.

Next to him, Rudo Claus got out of the same pile, scratching himself thoroughly.

“ Ugh, finally, that guy wouldn’t stop GAGGIN’ in there!! Some folks, am I right? “

More and more the Santas emerged from their festive prisons. As they escaped, the other Santas would look at Jim and the other Santa who trapped them. Any conversations quickly came to a halt. The group began to stare at both amnesiac Santas.

The other Santa took a step back, but Jim remained right by his side.

“ I-It’s okay… “ he whispered.

The muscular Santa (with the Santa dressed as an Easter Bunny still in his arms), as well as North, The Christmas Phantom, Super Santa, and a sheepish SuperKlaus joined Jim’s side.

“ What on Pac-World was all that about? “ Santa Pac asked, breaking the silence.

The mysterious Santa nervously started biting his nails.

“ U-Uh well… uh… “

Jim spoke up for him.

“ P-Please don’t be mad at any of these new Santas! They… Might’ve broken some things, but- but they’re not bad people!! “

“ Mad? “ Silly Santa replied. “ That was STUPENDOUS!! That Santa’s Magic is incredible! We should do that again!!~ “

“ I agree! “ Magic Santa beamed. “ I have the magic of billions of fairies and yet, I don’t think I could’ve caused such a festive catastrophe all at once! “

Skinny Santa was appalled.

“ Are we seriously going to let those… those MENACES off, scott-free?! “ The old man crossed his arms and huffed like a child.

“ Jim is right! “ North answered. “ These Santas have amnesia. They do not know better! But, if Jim is proof, what matters is their hearts! “

Murmurs erupted. Through the commotion, a good majority of the other Santas nodded their heads and began agreeing with North.

Jim was stunned by North’s high praise. The guardian smiled back at him.

“ I’m proud of you, Jim. “

The amnesiac Santa teared up and smiled back to his hero.

“ T-Thank you, North! “

“ Now then! Only one more business of matter!! “ North exclaimed. “ Proper introduction!! Jim, would you? “

“ O-Okay! " Jim turned towards the other amnesiac Santas and lightly waved. " Uh, hello! Welcome to the North Pole…!! I’m Jim and uh… Do you all have any names you go by? “

“ Well, “ The Muscular Santa started. “ The news reporters back home called me Santa with Muscles. Uh, you can call me Muscles for short if you’d like! “

“ I AM… SUUUUPERKLAUS!! “ SuperKlaus struck a strongman pose. “ DEFENDER OF ALL THINGS NICE! BANE OF ALL THAT IS NAUGHTY!! “

“ I’M THE EASTER BUNNY!! NO… “ The Santa paused, then sprung up again. “ I BE A PIRATE!!! NO….!!! I’M A BEAUUUUTIFUL BUTTERFLY!! “ He tried to flap his arms while in Muscles’ grasp.

“ What an… odd Santa. “ Santa Paws mumbled.

“ OOH!! OOH! “ Sea Santa shouted. “ That’s perfect Pawsy!! Oddball Santa!! That’s what we’ll call em! “

“ Well, that just leaves the last one. “ Classic Santa turned towards the Santa by Jim's side and waved. “ Hello there! What shall we call you, lad? “

“ Who? “ The mysterious Santa looked around. “ M-Me? “

“ Yes, you, my boy! “

“ Who? “

“ So… Santa Who, then! Welcome aboard, my boy!! “ Classic chuckles. “ Santa with Muscles, Santa Who, Oddball Santa, and SuperKlaus! I’m certain you’ll all fit right in here! “

“ I certainly hope not- OOF!! “ Skinny Santa was promptly elbowed by Grumpy Santa.

“ Jim! “ North asks. “ Why don’t you give tour of The Pole to New Santas while we clean up? “

“ O-Okay…!! “ Jim nods. “ Okay everyone, um… you should um… “

“ Follow you? “ Muscles asks.

“ Y-Yes!! That!! Come on, everyone! “

#into the santaverse || ( drabble post! )#santa... who? || ( jim! )#guardian of wonder || ( north! )#just like the winter snow || ( classic santa! )#forgotten adonis || ( santa w/ muscles! )#confused crusader || ( superklaus! )#christmas magic is inside us || ( santa paws! )#whoever heard of || ( skinny santa! )#powered by fairies || ( magic santa! )#with great power comes a great christmas || ( silly santa! )#another bloomin christmas || ( father christmas! )#yo ho ho || ( cap'n claus! )

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