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drewharrisonwriter · 3 months ago

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What Matters

Status: Complete.

Pairings: Javier Pena x Female Pregnant Reader

Word Count: 3,768 words

Summary: A late-night errand to the convenience store forced you to confront everything you thought you'd left behind

Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit content, gun violence, and themes of hidden pregnancy, inconvenient labor, and birth. Reader discretion is advised. I'm also not a medical professional nor do I have a background in medical procedures, I only have childbirth experience twice, and those are two different experiences that I pulled inspiration from for this fic. So sorry for any unrealistic expectations or mistakes on pregnancy and birth in this story. This is a fic requested by someone on Ko-Fi. I really enjoyed writing my first Javi Pena fic. But I also know the themes are pretty weird, so, if this is not your kind of fic or these things trigger you, please scroll away.

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The fluorescent hum of the convenience store lights grated against her nerves, already worn thin by the rhythmic tightening in her belly. She’s so close to feeling overstimulated. She reached for the carton of juice on the shelf, her fingers trembling slightly as another wave rolled through her. I have time, she told herself. Babies don’t always come on time. But the pattern, sharp and increasingly regular, betrayed the truth she didn’t want to face.

She shouldn’t have been out here tonight, she should have driven herself to the hospital two hours ago. Yet, here she was, scanning the shelves for the electrolyte drinks and snack bars she'd forgotten to pack in her hospital bag. A ridiculous errand, in hindsight. She’d been too stubborn to ask for help. Too scared of the pitying looks, the probing questions if someone saw her.

Too scared of seeing him.

And as if the world is playing some cruel prank on her, the bell on the store’s glass doors jingled and startled her from her thoughts, and her head shot up reflexively. The door had opened before she even registered the familiar silhouette, framed by the warm glow of the streetlights spilling through the windows and the ugly fluorescent lighting of this old convenience store.

He says her name.

His voice, low and rough, was unmistakable. For a moment, her heart stalled, her breath catching painfully in her throat. Javier Peña stood frozen in the doorway, his brown eyes wide as they zeroed in on her—and the obvious swell of her belly.

She hadn't seen him in six months, not since she'd sneaked out of his apartment before the sunrise and slipped away without so much as a goodbye. Not since she'd found out she’s carrying Bogota’s Cassanova’s bastard child the day before. Now, months later, here he was, Cassanova himself in the flesh but feels like a ghost pulled straight from her dreams—or nightmares.

“Shit,” she hissed under her breath, gripping the juice tighter and turning sharply away from him. She started walking away but the contraction clawed its way up her abdomen, making her wince, she straightened quickly, hoping he hadn’t noticed and continued walking.

“What the—?” Javier took a cautious step forward, his brows furrowing. He caught up with her and gently grabbed her hand and said her name again, softly. She took a deep breath and turned back to face him.

His gaze flicked to her stomach, then back to her face, and the disbelief gave way to something sharper. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Hey, Javi.” She sighed.

“You’re pregnant.” He stated.

“Yeah, no shit.”

“I-it’s mine, right? It’s gotta be m–”

“Javi, I need to go.”

“What the fuck?”

She tried to speak. She wanted to tell him that she knows a baby is not part of his plans, heck they’re not even exclusive. There were so many things she wanted to tell him at that moment, to cut him off before he could launch into the inevitable storm of questions, but the words wouldn’t come.

He says her name again with a sigh.

“Look,” He started. “I think we need to talk.”

“I don’t have the time to talk, Javi. Besides, there’s nothing to talk about.” She tells him, tugging her hand back from his grip.

“What the hell does that mean? You’re obviously pregnant, it’s obviously mine—”

She scoffed and shook her head. “I’m gonna stop you right there. Pena. I have shit to do. Forget you saw me tonight.”

She turned away once again and started to walk away when another contraction rippled through her body, stronger this time, and she had to brace herself against the shelf to stay upright.

“Are you alright?” He asked. Great, he’s not budging. She could just drop these things and waddle as fast as she can to her car and drive away, far from him. But oh, this horndog’s child is pressing so low and the pressure is starting to feel too much.

“I’m fine, just leave me alone.” She started panting and Javi trembled slightly at the scene.

“Are you in labor?”

“No,” she snapped, though the lie sounded thin even to her own ears. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“You’re sweating and leaning against the goddamn shelf,” he shot back, his tone climbing. “And pregnant. What the hell are you doing here?”

Her glare was sharp enough to cut through steel. “What does it look like I’m doing, Peña? I’m picking up—”

The sharp crack of gunfire outside drowned out the rest of her sentence. The air seemed to freeze between them.

On Instinct, Javier yelled “Down!” and tackled her and his head whipped toward the door, his body tensing as he reached for the holster on his hip.

“Get down,” he barked to the others in the store, the command sharp and immediate. The cashier let out a strangled yelp before ducking behind the counter

She didn’t have time to argue. Before she could process what was happening, Javier had closed the distance between them, his hand gripping her arm as he pulled her toward the back of the store while hunched down. Her heart hammered in her chest, every contraction now fighting for dominance against the adrenaline flooding her system.

“This can’t be fucking happening,” she muttered under her breath, clutching her belly as she stumbled along behind him.

“Yeah, well, it is,” Javier snapped, his voice taut with focus as he scanned the dim aisles for an escape route. “And you’re about five minutes away from telling me why the hell you didn’t think to call me before any of this.”

She bit back the retort on her lips, swallowing the bitter taste of fear. Her body had other plans. Another contraction hit, and this time, the flood she’d been dreading broke loose. Warm liquid pooled at her feet, the unmistakable sign that there was no more pretending.

“Javi…” Her voice trembled, quieter than she meant.

He stopped, turning just in time to see the wide-eyed panic on her face. His gaze dropped to the floor, where the sheen of amniotic fluid glistened under the harsh lights.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered.

She nodded, her breath hitching as she clutched her stomach. “Yeah.”

“Okay. Okay, just—breathe,” Javier muttered, more to himself than to her, as he scanned the store. His hand tightened on her arm, steadying her as her knees threatened to buckle. “This is not the place for this.”

“No kidding,” she ground out, teeth clenched as another contraction raked through her. “This isn’t part of my birth plan.”

The gunfire outside grew louder, punctuated by the shattering of glass as bullets tore through the storefront.

“Move,” he ordered, his voice low but commanding as he led her toward the storeroom door at the far end corner of the store. His free hand hovered near his gun, his eyes constantly flicking to the front of the store. “We need to get out of here. Now.”

She wanted to argue, to tell him that moving felt like an impossible task when her entire lower body was on fire, but another round of gunfire stole her breath—and her choice. Javier pushed the storeroom door open with his shoulder, guiding her inside. The dimly lit space smelled of cardboard and spilled soda, and it was marginally quieter than the chaos outside.

“Got a magic escape route I don’t know about?” she bit out, clutching the edge of a nearby shelf for support.

He ignored her sarcasm, already moving toward the back wall. His fingers skimmed along the edges of stacked boxes until he found what he was looking for—a steel service door.

“Stay here,” he barked, glancing back at her.

“Not going anywhere,” she shot back, doubling over as another contraction took hold. She let out a low groan, her nails biting into the shelf’s metal edge.

Javier paused, his jaw tightening as he watched her. For a moment, the hard edge in his expression faltered, replaced by fear, but this is not the time to let his vulnerabilities show. So he shook it off quickly, yanking the door open and peering out into the alley beyond.

“Clear,” he said, turning back to her. “Come on. We’re not waiting for the next round.”

“I—” She started to protest, but he was already at her side, one arm sliding around her waist as he guided her toward the door. Every step felt like climbing a mountain, her legs shaking under her weight. By the time they reached the alley, her vision was swimming, and the cool night air hit her like a slap.

“Javi,” she gasped, her fingers clutching his jacket as another contraction hit, this one stronger than the last. Her knees buckled, and he caught her, lowering her carefully onto the ground beside the wall.

“Shit,” he muttered, crouching beside her. His hand brushed her hair back from her sweat-dampened forehead, his other hand resting lightly on her shoulder. “How close are they? The contractions.”

She let out a shaky laugh, though there was no humor in it. “Close enough that you better start figuring out how to deliver a baby.”

His face paled, the words hitting him like a physical blow. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead serious,” she bit out, her voice rising with the next contraction. “This kid is coming whether we’re ready or not.”

For a moment, he just stared at her, his hand hovering uselessly in the air. Then, with a muttered curse, he pulled himself together, standing abruptly. “The jeep. We’re getting to the jeep.”

“You want to move me now?” she demanded, her voice a mixture of incredulity and panic. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

“We don’t have a choice!” he snapped, glancing back toward the convenience store as another round of gunfire erupted. “It’s either the jeep half a block away or right here in the dirt.”

She hated that he was right. Hated him even more for the way he grabbed her under the arms, hoisting her to her feet with surprising gentleness. Every step to the jeep was agony, the contractions relentless and unforgiving. By the time they reached the vehicle, she was panting, tears streaming down her face.

He opened the passenger door, helping her inside before running around to the driver’s side. “Hang on,” he said, his voice tight as he started the engine. The alley blurred past as he navigated the narrow streets, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lightly on her thigh. She wasn’t sure if the contact was meant to steady her or him, but she clung to it like her life depended on it.

“Oh no…” She gasped, “I can’t— It’s happening.”

His knuckles went white on the wheel, his voice a desperate growl. “Hold on. Just a little longer.”

But it wasn’t up to him. The jeep jolted over a pothole, and she let out a strangled cry, her body doubling over with the force of another contraction.

“Javi!” she screamed, her voice raw. “I can’t—oh God, I can’t hold her in!”

“Shit, shit, shit!” Javier gritted his teeth, his hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. “We’re almost there, just—breathe or something!”

“She’s coming, holy fuck!” she cried, her voice breaking on a sob. Her legs shifted instinctively, her body bearing down whether she wanted it to or not. “Oh my God, she’s really coming!” She pulled her dress up, revealing her contracting belly.

The jeep jolted again, and she let out a guttural scream, her back arching against the seat as her body pushed on its own. Her legs spread as far as the cramped space of the passenger seat would allow, her hands gripping the edges of the door and dashboard like a lifeline.

“I’m sorry about the seaaaatt—hgggnnhhh!” she wailed, her head snapping back as another contraction hit like a tidal wave.

Javier’s startled laugh broke the tension, echoing in the enclosed space as he risked a glance her way. “You’re apologizing for the seat right now? Jesus, we’re having a daughter, and that’s what you’re worried about?”

“We?” she managed between ragged breaths, glaring at him through the pain. “We aren’t doing anything, Peña—I’m the one—oh God!” Her words dissolved into a scream as the pressure reached an unbearable peak.

His eyes darted between her and the road, the hospital’s glowing sign barely visible in the distance. But her cries pulled his attention back to her. “Shit—okay, okay, just—keep pushing!” he said, his voice pitching higher as panic bled into his usual cool.

“What the hell do you think I’m doing?” she snarled through gritted teeth, her hands trembling as they pressed against her thighs. Another guttural cry tore from her throat as the baby’s head began to crown, the unbearable stretch making her gasp.

“Holy shit,” Javier muttered, his grip on the wheel tightening as he tried to stay focused. “She’s crowning! The head—it’s—oh, God, I can see her head!”

“Good for you!” she shot back, sweat pouring down her face. “Get us to the damn hospital before—aaahhh!”

Her body bore down again, her muscles screaming as the baby’s head emerged slowly, bit by agonizing bit. Javier’s focus faltered, his gaze darting between her and the road as he tried to process the surreal scene unfolding beside him.

“We’re almost there,” he said, more to himself than to her, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and panic. “Just a little further, okay? You’re doing—uh, great.”

Her glare was sharp enough to cut through his nerves. “If you tell me I’m doing great one more time, I swear to—aaahhh!” Her scream drowned out her threat as another push brought the baby’s head fully free.

“I can see the hospital,” Javier blurted, his voice barely audible over her cries. The glowing red sign of the ER loomed closer as he turned sharply into the entrance drive. “Just hang on—we’re almost there!”

Another contraction hit, and her body took over, her legs shaking as the baby’s shoulders emerged, followed by the solid bulk of her torso. The jeep skidded to a stop in front of the emergency room entrance just as she let out a sob of relief, the baby halfway out.

Javier threw the jeep into park and jumped out, shouting for help. “We’ve got a baby—she’s having the baby! Right now!”

A team of nurses sprinted out with a stretcher, their hurried footsteps a blur as they reached the passenger side. One nurse crouched beside her, calming her with a soothing voice as she braced her hands to support the baby’s tiny body.

“Push one more time,” the nurse instructed, her voice firm but kind.

“I can’t—” she sobbed, her strength wavering as the final contraction built.

“Yes, you can!” Javier’s voice was suddenly at her side, his hands hovering near her trembling shoulders. “You’re almost there. You can do this.”

With a final, raw cry, she pushed, and the baby slid free into the nurse’s waiting hands. The tiny, squalling baby with thick black hair was placed on her chest, all surprisingly heavy, slick and warm, as her teary laughter broke free.

“She’s here,” she whispered, her voice trembling with exhaustion and joy. “Oh my God, she’s really here.”

Javier stood frozen for a moment, staring down at the scene as though he couldn’t believe it was real. Then, with a shaky laugh, he reached out to touch the baby’s head, his fingers brushing gently against the dark, damp curls. “She’s perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

The nurses sprang into action, guiding the stretcher toward the ER doors, but Javier lingered beside her, walking next to the stretcher, never leaving her side as they cleaned up both mother and child.

Later that evening, she lay propped against a mound of pillows in her hospital bed, exhaustion etched into every line of her face, but her arms cradled her daughter lovingly. The baby let out a small sigh, her tiny hand curling around the edge of the swaddle.

Javier sat in the chair beside the bed, elbows resting on his knees and his fingers steepled under his chin. His eyes were fixed on the baby, his expression caught somewhere between awe and a simmering tension he hadn’t yet voiced. Finally, he broke the silence.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

His voice was low, but it carried a weight that made her chest tighten. She glanced at him, her fingers brushing over the baby’s soft, dark hair. “Javi, don’t—”

“No.” He leaned forward, his tone sharpening. “Please.” He sighed, and softly followed, “I at least deserve an answer.”

She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she looked away, her gaze falling on the bassinet next to her bed. “What would it have changed?” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Everything,” he said, his frustration mounting. “It would’ve changed everything.”

“How?” She turned to him. “You’re not exactly a picket-fence-and-family type, Javi. I didn’t want to—”

“To what?” He sat back, his hands gesturing wide. “To let me know I have a kid? To give me a chance to step up?”

“That’s exactly it,” she hissed, looking down at the baby who stirred at her father’s rising voice and glared at him. “I didn’t want you to feel trapped and like you had to step up. I didn’t want my child to be an obligation you resented later. I know how you are. You would’ve done the right thing because deep down… deep, deep, deeeeep down… you’re a good man, but it would’ve eaten at you.”

His jaw tightened, frustration flickering across his face. “So what? You thought you’d do me a favor by deciding for me? By just disappearing?”

“I didn’t want you to feel like you had to give up everything for something you didn’t ask for.” Her voice was firmer now, but there was a tremor beneath it.

“You don’t get to decide that,” he cut in, his voice rising slightly. “You don’t get to decide who I am or what I want.”

“I’m sorry…” She whispered, casting her gaze back down to her baby.

Javier sat back, his hands falling to his thighs as he stared at her. “You really think I’d look at my daughter—our daughter—and see her as an obligation?” He shook his head, his voice dropping softer, but no less resolute.

“I’m not saying I’ve got it all figured out, baby. But I know what matters. And you’re wrong if you think I wouldn’t have wanted this.” She looked away, tears pooling in her eyes as her defenses began to crumble.

“I didn’t want to mess up your life, Javi. I didn’t want to hold you back.”

“Hold me back?” He let out a humorless laugh, rubbing a hand over his face. “You didn’t even give me a chance. You just—what? Decided I’d be better off without knowing my own kid? You thought that was fair?”

She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t think it mattered.”

“It mattered,” he said firmly, leaning forward again. “And it still matters. I don’t care what you say, I should be on that birth certificate. She’s my daughter, and I’m not walking away from her.”

Her tears spilled over, one hand trembling as she reached up to wipe them away. “I don’t know how to do this with you Javi. With how you live your life…”

Javier let out a slow breath, leaning back in his chair as if to give her space, though his gaze never wavered. “I don’t either,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “But we don’t have to figure it all out tonight. We just… start. We’ll figure it out for her.”

She looked down at the baby, her tiny fingers curling against the soft blanket. “You’re sure you want this? You’re sure you won’t regret being tied to us?”

“Stop,” he said firmly, sitting up again. “I’m already tied to you, baby. I’ve been tied to you since day one, couldn’t shake you off my head even if I tried… and boy, did I try. And now…” His voice softened, a small, almost disbelieving smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at their daughter. “Now, there’s no question.”

Her heart ached at his words, the raw sincerity in his tone. For a fleeting moment, she wanted to believe him and reach out, to close the distance between them, to let herself believe that this could be more. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. This is Javier fucking Pena. Bogota’s Cassanova. He fucks information out of women, he fucked information out of her once, too.

“I’ll let you put your name on the birth certificate,” she said finally, her voice steady despite the tears still clinging to her lashes. “And you can see her. As much as you want. I won’t stand in your way.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, though his brow furrowed as he studied her. “But?”

She shook her head, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. “But that’s all this is, Javi. I’ll let you be her dad, and I’ll do everything I can to make that easy for you. But… we don’t go back to what we were. I can’t.”

He stared at her for a long moment, the weight of her words settling over him. He nodded slowly, though his jaw tightened. “You’re still afraid I’ll mess this up.”

“No.” Her voice was firm, her eyes meeting his. “I’m afraid I’ll let myself believe in something that’s not real. That you’ll get caught up in this—in her—and think it means we should try again. And then one day, you’ll realize this isn’t the life you want, and it’ll break me.”

“Baby…” He leaned forward, his hand brushing the edge of the blanket around their daughter. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Maybe not on purpose,” she said softly, her lips trembling. “But we both know the life you live, Javi. And I love you too much to risk hating you later.”

Javi was left speechless by her confession. He didn’t even know if she meant to say that out loud… She loves him…

The words hung between them, a truth she couldn’t take back. Javier’s expression shifted, he wanted to confirm if he heard her right, but he didn’t press her.

Instead, he reached out, his hand covering hers where it rested on the baby. “Then we start here,” he said simply. “She’s what matters.”

She nodded, the weight in her chest easing just enough to let her breathe. “She’s what matters,” she echoed.

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alwayslurkinginthebackground · 2 months ago

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Cold - A Javier Peña Drabble

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader Rating: E. I cannot emphasize this enough. E. I have to go hide actually. Unprotected p in v, oral (m & f receiving), big phat breeding kink, mentions of birth control. Word Count: 1695 a/n: This started with a tweet, then transitioned to art, then became whatever this is after I spent way too long staring at Javier Pena's face. Lord help me.

You wished you were still in Columbia, back where you could spend your nights lounging with only a thin sheet and Javier's arm draped across your frame instead of the multitude of blankets currently weighing you down and the thick sweatshirt you stole from his closet. Even Texas wasn't supposed to be this cold, but here you were, shivering like you were still in your childhood home where white winters were commonplace and the public's definition of freezing averaged at twenty below.

"I'm cold," you complain to your husband, your face barely visible amidst the cocoon he'd nestled you into when he rose for the morning.

Javier turns, looking like he's immune to the temperature as he stares at you with his slacks still unbuttoned, leaving you the perfect line of sight to the coarse hair that disappears into the dark fabric. "You have like four blankets on," he teases, grabbing a t-shirt from the drawer and smirking when you frown.

You bury further into the blankets in question, trying to hold in the whimper that threatens to escape when he pulls the shirt down over the warm skin you'd like to still be huddled against. "Will you please come back to bed?"

"I was already late on Tuesday," he reminds you, reaching for one of his dress shirts and haphazardly pulling it from its hanger. He shrugs it over his shoulders, buttoning it despite your obvious disappointment.

"But I'm cold."

He puts on his tie instead of responding, looping it around his neck and mechanically going through the motions he's repeated nearly every morning since the two of you returned to his hometown.

"Please, Javier?" you try again, your tone nearing pleading territory. "I'm freezing."

"Cariño," he returns, equally stubborn as the knot tightens around his neck.

The silence that hangs between you then is palpable, with tension thick enough to cut with a knife, so you deliver what you hope will be the final blow just as he turns to the bedroom door. "You wouldn't leave the mother of your future children to freeze to death, would you?"

He stills.

Bingo.

It wasn't that kids were out of the question for you, but rather that it wasn't something you'd ever thought he wanted. Not when he's never lacked reasons as to why children weren't in the cards. That is, until you overheard his conversation with Chucho the night before.

"He's been dropping hints with me, too," you explain, because it's true. His father has been making off-handed comments about how much he'd love to see kids scampering around the ranch and how he isn't getting any younger.

Something must short-circuit in Javi's brain at the thought though, because you can see the shift is his posture. The momentary contemplation of whether he should give into your plea and face the inevitable conversation that will come with it or if he should continue on as though he hadn't heard you and never bring it up again. If he was the same Javier as the man you first met in Bogota, he'd choose the latter.

But that's not the Javier standing in front of you now.

He turns, his tie off before his knees even hit the bed. His shirt is half unbuttoned by the time he's close enough to pull the blankets back from your body, revealing your trembling frame, although it's difficult to determine if the way you shudder is because of the cold or a result of the wanting look in his eyes. The room already feels warmer, despite the way he tugs the sweatshirt off your frame with ease.

When he reaches for his belt, you're quick to stop him, silently commanding him to allow you to slowly undo the buckle, then the button, and to drag the zipper down slowly. Javi usually isn't a patient man, not when it comes to this and certainly not when it comes to you, but for once he seems to revel in watching you pull his aching cock from his slacks and carefully trail your tongue along the length of it.

From your position on the bed, knees digging into the plush mattress as you lean over the side, he has the leverage he needs to guide your mouth to his tip. Spurred on by the groan he lets out as you wrap your lips around him, you increase the pace, working his length carefully. It's only when you reach your hand up to join the effort that he hisses.

"Fuck, Cariño, your fingers are freezing." You think he's going to stop you, but he doesn't, his warm hand wrapping over yours to encourage your motions. It's only when you need to come up for air that he lets you sit back, crowding into your space and forcing you back against the bed.

Prior to this moment, you fear you've severely underappreciated the importance of body heat, especially with the way your husband is basically a furnace. The smooth panes of his chest feel hot to the touch as they press you into the sheets, his lips shifting down your body and encasing you in the fever of the moment. He's pulled the plush comforter back over you both, ensuring you have it clutched up to your shoulders as he moves lower, settling with his body buried beneath the blankets and his head between your thighs.

The stripe he licks through your folds feels counterproductive though, the action sending another shiver up your spine. Usually, when he has his nose pressed against your clit and his tongue is lapping up your release, your hands are buried in his dark hair, but it's all you can do now to cling to the edge of the blanket, fists tight in the fabric as he races you to toward the edge.

Not that it's difficult for him.

You're barely aware of the way he's crawling back up your body and easing into you in what feels like a singular motion, mind still hazy from your first fading orgasm. He stills once he's buried to the hilt, already looking wrecked, and you figure he probably is with how your walls are still clenching around him. It's always been a tight fit, but this morning, with the way he has you entirely surrounded by his warmth, you're certain you can feel every inch.

"Tell me you meant that," he commands, lips trailing down your jawline and to the spot behind your ear that he knows will get you to say anything. "Tell me you want me to fuck a baby into you."

When you don't respond, it's his fingers on your bundle of nerves that has you keening, his second attempt at the request quickly followed by the answer spilling from your lips. "Yes! Fuck, Javi, I want to make you a Daddy." Much to your dismay, he pauses, his fingers leaving your clit to grab one of the pillows next to your head, snaking it beneath the blanket and lifting your hips from the mattress to settle it beneath them. It changes the angle, the thick patch of hair you'd admired earlier rubbing against you with each new thrust.

It's not cold in the room anymore, certainly not beneath the blankets as he rocks into you. "I'm gonna fuck my cum so deep, Cariño."

"I'm still on the pill," you remind him breathlessly, your half numb mind finally catching up with the reality that he likely can't get you pregnant, not this time at least, but he obviously doesn't care.

"Fuck," he grunts. "I'm gonna hide those fucking pills the second I'm done with you," he assures you, large hands grabbing at your hips and pulling back so the blankets cascade around him. "Then I'm gonna crawl back into this bed and fuck you until it takes."

Your body is again exposed to the cool air of the bedroom, but you don't particularly notice. You're too far gone to care, but he's even closer, his hips stuttering in an uneven pattern until all you can feel is warmth. The heat of his sticky skin against yours when he collapses on top of you, the intensity of his release filling you, and the fury of your climax as it washes over your entire body.

It takes a minute for him to recover, pulling from you with a loud groan. You try to move with him, but he stills you with a hand to your stomach, pressing down for just a moment and ordering you to stay while he crawls from the blankets and tucks you back in. A wave of disappointment appears in your chest as you watch him retreat to the bathroom, but it's the grin on his face when he returns a moment later that has you laughing.

"You didn't."

Javi sneaks back in beside you, the damp cloth he'd brought with him from the bathroom set aside on the table next to the bed. "What? What did I do?" he asks innocently, even as his fingers find their way back to your center, gathering his spend to push it back in. The action makes you hiss and, for a moment, you forget your questioning, too distracted by how his fingers curl inside you and the way he's whispering in your ear. "Can't waste a drop."

"Javier," you groan in a way that has you both unsure if you're scolding him or praising him, but he seems to settle a moment later, reaching for the cloth and cleaning the remainder of his mess from between your thighs. "Did you actually hide my pills?" you ask, more coherent now than before.

He responds with a kiss to your cheek, tossing the washcloth to the side and wrapping his arms back around you. "I'm gonna call out today," he murmurs against your skin. When you open your mouth to inquire again, you're cut off by the force of his lips against your own, his smile evident as he leans into you. "After all," he pulls back, "now that you're out of birth control pills, it would be neglectful of me to leave the mother of my children to freeze."

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kindahoping4forever · 2 years ago

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The 5SOS Show Tour Bogotá - 30 July 2023

📸: David Puentes

#plenty of pro pics from Bogotá tho 😌#5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #all #the 5sos show tour bogota #the 5sos show tour #kh4f post

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memories-of-ancients · 1 year ago

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Gold bracelet, Tierrandentro culture, Colombia, 200 BC - 900 AD

from The Museo del Oro, Bogota

#history #antiquities #art #ancient history #ancient art #jewelry #jewellery #indigenous art #precolumbian

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MCU Timeline: Captain America: The Winter Soldier

This one is even worse than Iron Man 2.

1942 - James Barnes joins the US Army.

Winter 1942-1943 - Barnes undergoes military training at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin.

As you can see, Bucky was born twice: in 1916 and 1917. Let's move on to the next exhibit.

Winter 1943-1944 - Steve Rogers saves more than 1,000 people by breaking Hydra's blockade. Peggy's future husband is among them.

Early 1945 - Sergeant Barnes fell from Zola's train, lost his left arm, but somehow survived. He is found by Red Army soldiers and taken to Hydra's lab.

Before March 5, 1945 - Rogers disappears in the Arctic.

Note: As you may have noticed, this movie made a mistake where it said it happened in 1944 and also in 1945 (Bucky's "death" and Zola's capture + ~2 days later). To avoid this mistake, I assumed it was December 31, 1944 - January 1, 1945. But I forgot about this newspaper that says "March 5, 1945". The title can be interpreted in many ways, but one thing is for sure - the event did not happen on March 5, because that is the date the newspaper was published. We need to go back at least one day.

March 1945? - Hydra branch in the Ukrainian SSR replaces James Barnes' lost arm and puts him into cryogenic sleep.

Note: These flashbacks of Zola talking about "new fist of Hydra" and "putting him on ice" make no sense since Zola was captured by SSR and imprisoned at the time. Either this took place years after the fall (was Barnes kept on ice this whole time?) and Zola was left alone at some point and somehow made his way to the USSR, or these parts of his memories with Zola are fake (and he's not in the room during the procedures) and were implanted in his brain by Hydra. Or was it just his imagination that created these memories to replace the lost ones? This movie gives more questions than I can get answers from it.

~August 14, 1945 - The US recruits German scientists, including Arnim Zola.

"After WW2" - S.H.I.E.L.D. is founded. SSR's federal functions and responsibilities are consolidated into the new organization.

1953 - Peggy Carter gives an interview about The Howling Commandos in New York.

Before 1970 - some recruited German scientists of strategic value (including Zola) are transferred to S.H.I.E.L.D.

1972 - Arnim Zola receives a terminal diagnosis and uploads his consciousness on 200,000 feet of databanks.

December 8, 1973 - Jasper Sitwell is born in Norfolk, Virginia.

1984 - Natalia Alianovna Romanova is born.

Note: In Black Widow we see a different year and a more precise date of "December 3, 1983". At this point I don't know which date is correct, so I'll just leave 1984 for this movie.

December 16, 1991 - the Winter Soldier kills Howard and Maria Stark.

Between 1990 and 1992 - Nick Fury serves as the Deputy Chief of the S.H.I.E.L.D. station in Bogota, Colombia. Alexander Pierce serves there in the State Department. Fury rescues Pierce's daughter, who has been taken hostage by rebels. Following the incident, Pierce joins Hydra.

As of September 18, 1992 - Alexander Pierce serves in the US Department of Defense.

Between 1995 and 1997 (5 years after the Bogota incident) - Pierce promotes Fury to Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Note that Fury has both eyes here. As we know from the movie Captain Marvel, he lost one of them in 1995. Shown here is the swearing-in scene for a position that could be one of the two mentioned - Fury to Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. or Pierce to WSC Member. The latter doesn't make much sense because members of the council are higher than the director. So it's assumed that Fury becomes Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., which couldn't happen while he had both eyes.

Before 2012 - at Fury's request, Alexander Pierce becomes a member of the World Security Council.

2009 - in Odessa, Ukraine, while on a mission to escort a nuclear engineer from Iran, Natasha is wounded by the Winter Soldier.

Between April 2012 and April 2014 - Steve Rogers kisses someone.

Early 2014 (before the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D.) - Baron Strucker and Dr. List use the Scepter in experiments to create mutants. Two survive - the Maximoff twins.

The main events of the movie take place in the second half of April 2014.

Why: It's impossible to determine the dates from the ones mentioned in the movie ("04/14/13" or "10/12/2013") because they a) contradict each other; b) say it's 2013, but as we know from IM3 and Thor: The Dark World, S.H.I.E.L.D. was still operational throughout 2013. So we'll have to treat them the same way we treated the dates on screens in IM2: disregard. Some (MCU Fandom Wiki) think it's March, which can't be true since in Washington D.C. in March you'll either see bare trees or cherry blossoms. The latter will last until mid-April. We don't see any of that in the movie, so we have to assume it's later, but not too far since some people are still wearing jackets. So we're looking at the second half of April - early May. May is definitely Marvel's favorite month.

No dates this time, kids. It's a mess, so I won't risk putting them in and will stick with "Day #".

Day 1:

~6:00 - 6:39 am - Rogers meets Sam Wilson. Natasha takes him on a S.H.I.E.L.D. mission.

Rogers, Romanoff and STRIKE are sent on an unmentioned mission near India.

Why we have to assume there was another mission before the ship was hijacked: Rumlow says the ship was hijacked by pirates 93 minutes ago. No one could get from Washington to India in 93 minutes, and I'm not even talking about reaction time and briefing. So we have to come up with this solution: Fury gave them another mission in India, then the pirates he hired hijacked the ship, and it "just so happened" that Rogers and Romanoff were nearby to be included in the response team.

Evening in DC/Night in Mumbai - The Lemurian Star mission in Indian Ocean, near Mumbai.

Day 2:

Fury shows Project Insight to Rogers.

Rogers goes to The Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum.

Day 3:

Morning - Rogers visits Peggy in the UK.

Note: Some people think she is shown in a nursing home in DC, but that doesn't make sense because after leaving S.H.I.E.L.D., Peggy returned to England (her S.H.I.E.L.D. file) and her funeral in CW was in London. So we have to assume that after visiting the museum, Steve went to the airport and spent 7-8 hours flying to the UK. He arrived there in the morning, visited Peggy and returned to the States to visit Sam at the VA in the evening and be home after sunset.

Fury learns that he does not have access to the Lemurian Star files and that "he" took the access "himself". He goes to Secretary Pierce and asks to postpone the launch of Project Insight.

Fury is attacked by Hydra agents and the Winter Soldier.

Evening - Rogers visits Wilson at VA.

Maria Hill comes to DC.

Night - Fury hides in Rogers' apartment. He informs Rogers that S.H.I.E.L.D. has been compromised and is then shot by the Winter Soldier. Fury manages to give Rogers the Project Insight flash drive.

Batroc is captured in Algiers.

Day 4:

1:03 am - Fury "dies".

Morning - Rogers meets Pierce.

STRIKE attacks Rogers in the Triskelion elevator.

Fury is taken to a secret location by Hill and his doctor.

Rogers throws away his S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform, returns to the hospital to retrieve the drive hidden there, and reunites with Natasha, who tells him about the Winter Soldier.

Under Pierce's manipulation, the WSC members reactivate Project Insight.

Rogers and Romanoff hack a flash drive in a mall.

Hill arranges a fake funeral for Fury, which is scheduled to take place on Friday.

Night - Steve and Natasha reach Camp Lehigh in NJ. They find Zola's servers, learn of Hydra's plot, and are attacked by a S.H.I.E.L.D./Hydra missile, but survive. Zola's servers are destroyed. Steve escapes with unconscious Natasha before STRIKE finds them. Rumlow calls in the Winter Soldier.

The Winter Soldier is at Pierce's house. He is given 10 hours to kill Natasha and Steve.

Pierce kills his housekeeper, Renata.

Day 5:

~7 am - Romanoff and Rogers return to Washington. They arrive at Sam Wilson's house.

Between 8 am and 2 pm - they steal an EXO-7 Falcon suit from Fort Meade, Maryland.

~3 pm - the trio capture Agent Sitwell, who tells them about Zola's algorithm and the goal of Project Insight - to kill anyone who poses or will pose a threat to Hydra (including them, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Maria Hill, president Ellis and Tony Stark).

6 pm - the Winter Soldier and other Hydra agents attack the car with Rogers, Romanoff, Wilson and Sitwell. Sitwell is killed. Rogers finds out that the Winter Soldier is Bucky Barnes.

Barnes escapes. STRIKE apprehends Rogers, Romanoff and Wilson.

On the way to the execution site, the trio is rescued by Maria Hill and taken to Nick Fury.

8 pm - Pierce resets Barnes, who begins to regain his memories.

Night - Fury and Co discuss the situation and prepare a plan to stop Hydra and destroy S.H.I.E.L.D.

Day 6:

Project Insight launch day.

This is where the timing gets really confusing. The coordinates the characters give us are inconsistent: at night, Pierce gives Bucky 10 hours to kill Steve and Nat, and it can't be later than 3 pm. Lunch time limits us to 11 am - 3 pm, and then Natasha says there are 16 hours left until Project Insight launches, which can't be earlier than 10 am (in the scene with Rogers, before he stole his old uniform, it was already daylight, he needed time to do the heist, and when they arrived at the Triskelion, the original launch time was 2 hours later), but no later than 11 am (Pierce said it would be in the morning). And if you count 16 hours back from 10 am, you get evening, not lunch time. And Bucky's 10 hours have already passed. My solution - I would rather assume that the Winter Soldier was unable to track his targets in time and was late, plus Natasha rounded the clock so it was closer to 17 hours than 16.

~8 am - Rogers steals his World War II uniform from The Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum.

~9 am - Rogers exposes Hydra. Project Insight is launched 2 hours earlier.

The Battle at the Triskelion.

Afternoon - Brock Rumlow is taken to a hospital with serious injuries.

Senator Stern arrested by FBI.

Day 7, morning - Steve Rogers wakes up in the hospital with Sam Wilson at his bedside.

After the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. (AFS), May 2014:

~A week AFS - Natasha is questioned at a hearing of the DoD committee.

~A week AFS - Bucky visits the Captain America museum exhibition and learns about his past (determined by the growth of his facial hair).

~2 weeks AFS - Rogers, Wilson, Fury and Romanoff meet at Fury's gravesite. Fury heads to Europe (determined by Fury not having a black eye anymore).

Sharon Carter joins CIA.

Maria Hill is hired by Stark Industries.

MCU Timelines: Phases One and Two

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