#mi bebé is all grown up :')

[chlerc]

first-time dad ; pablo gavi

— summary; he’s only ever on Instagram to post about his family and occasionally his footballing career but witnessing the first-time dad grow over time is way more sentimental and meaningful.

pairing — pablo gavi x childhood-best-friend!f. reader

social media au

content — you barely see gavi as a man of many words but when it comes to his sons and the love of his life, he gets sentimental and sappy real fast

NAVIGATION + author’s note: my head’s been into chinese drama too much i forgot about this draft rotting.

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ynusername baby gavira, august 2023 🤍

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pablogavi eres la mejor mamá que podría pedir (you’re the best mom he could ever ask for)

ynusername @pablogavi te amo mucho (i love you so much)

pedri eres la mejor mamá que podría pedir 👏(congratulations both of you)

ynusername @pedri gracias, te amo 🤍 (thank you, love you)

fcbarcelona new culer 🥹

ynusername @fcbarcelona siiiii

alejandrobalde felicidades mi hermano y la señora 👏👏 (congrats my bro and the missus)

ynusername @alejandrobalde gracias tío alejandro 🤍 (thanks uncle alejandro)

forblaugrana Project Gavi 🔜🔜

blaugrana.daily our gavi is all grown up

gavi.fanpage EXCITED!!!

joaofelix79 no puedo esperar para conocer al bebé gavi (can’t wait to meet baby gavi)

ynusername @joaofelix79 estoy seguro de que él también está ansioso por conocerte, tío Félix! (i’m sure he can’t wait to meet you too uncle félix!)

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ynusername el 5 de agosto de 2023 comenzó nuestro proyecto @pablogavi Jr! bienvenido mi amor 🤍 (on 5 august 2023, our project gavi junior has begun! welcome my love)

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pablogavi lo mejor que podría pedir en mi cumpleaños, gracias, la mejor esposa que podría pedir. (the best thing i could ever ask for on my birthday, thanks you, the best wife i could ever ask for.)

ynusername @pablogavi los amo mucho a los dos 😘 (i love you two so much)

pedri mismo cumpleaños que su papá 🥹 (same birthday as his dad)

pablogavi @pedri siii, el mejor regalo de todos los tiempos 😆 (yes, the best present ever)

blaugrana.page the ACTUAL project gavi with the same birthday

gavi.jpg i love this little family so much, can’t wait to watch him grow up!

fcbarcelona Welcome culer!!! 👏👏

ynusername @fcbarcelona una camiseta con su nombre? (a jersey with his name on it?)

fcbarcelona @ynusername ya te lo envié por correo 😉 (already mailed to you)

joaofelix79 por fin está aquí! (he’s finally here)

ynusername @joaofelix79 si tio félix, ven pronto! (yes uncle félix, come over soon!)

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pablogavi oye Mateo ¿cómo ha pasado ya un mes? recuerdo que cuando tu mamá y yo nos enteramos de ti por primera vez, estábamos bastante conmocionados y perdidos, pero aún así felices. tú y tu mamá sois lo mejor que me ha pasado, ¿sabes? por favor, no crezcas tan rápido todavía. todavía tengo mucho que aprender como padre y sobre lo que tienes que enseñarme. gracias por darme la oportunidad Mateo ❤️ además, mamá tomó estas fotos. (hey Mateo, how has it already been a month? i remember when your mama and i first found out about you, we were quite shocked and lost but nonetheless happy. you and your mama are the best thing that ever happened to me you know? please don't grow up just so fast yet, i still have lots of learning to do as a father that you have to teach me about. thanks for giving me the chance, Mateo. also, mama took these photos)

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ynusername eres el mejor papá que podría pedir, mi pájaro enojado 🤍 (you’re the best dad he could ever ask for, my angry bird)

pablogavi @ynusername y eres la mejor mamá que existe (and you’re the best mama out there)

joaofelix79 Mateo es lo mejor que me ha pasado (Mateo is the best thing that ever happened)

ynusername @joaofelix79 seguro que Mateo también te quiere mucho tío Félix! (i’m sure Mateo loves you lots too uncle Félix!)

pablogavi @joaofelix79 ¿no soy lo mejor que te ha pasado? (i’m not the best thing that ever happened to you?)

joaofelix79 @pablogavi tú y tu hijo supongo 🙄 (you and your son i guess)

blaugranaplanet Mateo is growing up so fast!

livelaughlovebarca MATEO’S LITTLE ONESIES 🥹 and the bear pj’s!!!

saraguendogan Kais newest playmate soon!

ynusername @saraguendogan can’t wait 🤍

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pablogavi Otra victoria en casa antes de volver a la Champions el miércoles, os esperamos a todos. força barça! (another victory at home before returning to the Champions League on Wednesday, see you all there. force barça!)

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_ferminlopez Mi hermano ❤️ (my brother)

fcbarcelona Jugón 👏 (game on)

ynusername apoyando a papá (rooting for papa)

pablogavi @ynusername te amo mi ��ngel (i love you my angel)

barca4life Best midfielder out there

for.blaugrana Masterclass performance

gavi.daily only the best

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pablogavi hola Mateo, no puedo creer que ya estés cumpliendo seis meses. aprendo un poco más cada día siendo tu padre y estoy muy contento de que tú y tu mamá estén aquí conmigo. mamá y yo te amamos desde la luna y desde atrás, ¡y tus tíos también! tú y tu mamá me hicieron el hombre más orgulloso, estoy muy contento y orgulloso de llamarlos míos y nuestra pequeña familia. como siempre, no crezcas tan rápido Mateo, todavía tengo mucho que aprender. mamá volvió a tomar estas fotos...❤️ (hey Mateo, i can't believe you're already turning six months old. i learn a little more everyday being your father and i'm so glad you and your mama are here with me. me and mama loves you from the moon and back, so does your uncles! you and your mama made me the proudest man, i'm so glad and proud to call you two mine and our little family. as usual, don't grow up so fast Mateo i still have lots to learn. mama took these photos again...)

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ynusername Mateo seis meses! (Mateo six months!)

pablogavi @ynusername siiiiii mi amor (yes my love)

pedri mi pequeño está creciendo… (my little boy is growing up…)

pablogavi @pedri y te estás haciendo viejo (and you’re growing old)

mikkykiemeney Mateooo, so cuteeee!!!

ynusername @mikkykiemeney i know righttt, waiting to meet Miles!

gavi.family.fans Mateo is growing up so quickly!

forblaugrana Project Gavi coming along nicely

pablogavi.6 THE CUTEST!!!

lamineyamal ese nene es un tesorito, me lo comería! 😮😮 (you’re such a cutie pie, i could eat you up!)

pablogavi @lamineyamal por favor deja a mi hijo en paz 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️ (please leave my son alone)

joaofelix79 ¡mi Mateo favorito! (my favourite Mateo!)

pablogavi @joaofelix79 hay otro Mateo en tu vida? (there’s other Mateo’s in your life?)

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pablogavi hola mi pequeño Mateo! no puedo creer que haya pasado un año desde que naciste. solía ​​pensar que no valía la pena celebrar mi cumpleaños hasta que llegaste tú. me alegro mucho de haber podido compartir mi fecha de nacimiento contigo y no hay nadie más a quien agradecer más que a tu mamá. gracias por hacer esto posible mi amor, @ynusername. Ustedes dos son para siempre lo mejor que me ha pasado. ¡por muchas más celebraciones de cumpleaños compartidas contigo, hombrecito! el amor de mi vida y mi Mateo, ustedes hicieron esto posible y ustedes dos siguen siendo el mejor regalo de cumpleaños. gracias por darme la oportunidad de ser tu papá Mateo, gracias por darme una oportunidad mi amor.❤️ (hey my little Mateo! i can't believe it's been a year since you were born. i used to think my birthday's weren't worth celebrating until you came along. i'm so glad i got to share my birth date with you and there's no one else to thank more than your mama. thanks for making this possible my love, @ynusername. you two are forever the best thing that happened to me. to many more shared birthday celebrations with you little man! the love of my life and my Mateo, you made this possible and you two are still the best birthday present ever. thanks for giving me the opportunity to be your dad Mateo, thanks for giving me a chance my love.)

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ynusername feliz cumpleaños al hombre que me hizo la mujer que soy y feliz cumpleaños al pequeño Mateo que me hizo la mamá que soy hoy 🤍 (happy birthday to the man who made me the woman i am and happy birthday to little Mateo who made me the mama i am today)

pablogavi @ynusername te amo muchoooo, más de lo que jamás imaginas (i love you so much, more than you ever know)

pedri feliz cumpleaños a mi pequeño Mateo, tu tío favorito es el que más te quiere! 🎂🎉 (happy birthday to my little Mateo, your favourite uncle loves you the most!)

joaofelix79 oh nooo, ¿por qué mi hombrecito está creciendo tan rápido? feliz cumpleaños mi pequeño Mateo el tio te quiere mucho (oh nooo, why is my little man growing up so quickly. happy birthday my little Mateo, uncle loves you very much)

alejandrobalde Feliz cumpleaños pequeño Mateo, espero verte en el entrenamiento más! 💪 (happy birthday little Mateo, hope to see you at training more!)

frenkiedejong happy birthday little Mateo!

lamineyamal el pequeño Mateo está creciendo bien, feliz cumpleaños pequeño! (little Mateo is growing up well, happy birthday little one!)

hctorforrt_ feliz cumpleaños pequeño Mateo, el tío Marc y yo estamos abiertos a más sesiones de niñera! 🎉 (happy birthday little Mateo, uncle Marc and I are open to more babysitting sessions!)

blaugrana Everyone calls him ‘Little Mateo’ 🥹

blaugranaplanet the cutest little Mateo!

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mateogavi Feliz cumpleaños para mi! mamá y papá dijeron que este pastel era mío, así que jugué con él! el osito es muy lindo, ¿no crees que se parece a mi pijama? estoy tan feliz de haber recibido tantos juguetes nuevos de mis tíos! feliz cumpleaños a mi papá también 🧸🤍 (happy birthday to me! mama and papa said this cake was mine so i played with it! the bear is so cute, don't you think it looks like my pyjamas? i'm so happy i got so many new toys from my uncles! happy birthday to my papa too)

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pedri feliz cumpleaños pequeño Mateo, espero que te guste tu nuevo juguete! (happy birthday little Mateo, hope you like your new toy!)

mateogavi @pedri lo hice, muchas gracias tío Pedri 🐻 (i did! thank you so much uncle Pedri)

joafelix79 feliz cumpleaños pequeño Mateo, ten cuidado en el auto nuevo te tengo bien? 🏎🏎 (happy birthday little Mateo, be careful in the new car i got you okay?)

mateogavi @joaofelix79 tendré mucho cuidado tío Félix y cuando vuelvas te mostraré mis habilidades! (i will be super careful uncle Félix and when you come again, i’ll show you my skills!)

alejandrobalde sigue entrenando duro con el fútbol que te tengo pequeño Mateo! ⚽️ (keep training hard with the football i got you little Mateo!)

mateogavi @alejandrobalde señor si señor tio Alejandro! (sir yes sir uncle Alejandro!)

hctorforrt_ pequeño Mateo, espero que te guste la pista de carreras que te tengo el tío Marc y yo! (little Mateo, hope you like the race track uncle Marc and I got you!)

mateogavi @hctforrt_ me encanta, muchas gracias tio Marc y Hector! (i love it, thank you so much uncle Marc and Hector!)

marcguiu9 tío Marc te quiero mucho pequeño Mateo, feliz cumpleaños ☺️ (uncle Marc loves you so much little Mateo, happy birthday)

mateogavi @marcguiu9 Yo también te quiero mucho tío Marc!! (i love you so much too uncle Marc)

_ferminlopez creciendo bien pequeño Mateo, ¿te gusta el gran oso de peluche que te tengo? (growing up well little Mateo, do you like the big teddy bear i got you?)

mateogavi @_ferminlopez si tio Fermín! He estado durmiendo con él, mamá lo pone a mi lado por la noche. (yes uncle Fermín! i've been sleeping with it, mama puts it beside me at night)

blaugrana.daily Happy Birthday Mateo!!!

pablogavi.family Can’t believe you’re one already, happy birthday Mateo!

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ynusername hola mi pequeño, no puedo creer que ya estés cumpliendo un año. te amo a ti y a tu papá más de lo que jamás imaginarás, no lo olvides. Mateo, gracias por guiarme y enseñarme cuando estaba perdida como mamá primeriza. mi pájaro enojado, gracias por amarme y darnos una oportunidad. ustedes dos son las mejores cosas que me han pasado. gracias por darme la oportunidad de ser tu mamá Mateo, y gracias por elegirme mi pájaro enojado. feliz cumpleaños a los dos chicos que me hacen la mujer más orgullosa del mundo. los amo mis amores 🤍 (hey my little man, can't believe you're turning one already. i love you and your papa more than you'll ever know, don't forget that. Mateo, thanks for guiding me and teaching me when i was lost as a first time mama. my angry bird, thanks for loving me and giving us a chance. you two are the best things that ever happened to me. thanks for giving me the opportunity to be your mama Mateo, and thanks for choosing me my angry bird. happy birthday to the two boys that make me the proudest woman alive. love you my loves.)

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pablogavi Siempre juntos, no lo haría de otra manera. Estoy muy agradecida de que sois tú y Mateo. (always together, i wouldn’t have it any other way. i’m so grateful it’s you and Mateo.)

pedri ¿crees que te ves lindo en la tercera foto, eh? (you think you look cute in the third picture eh?)

pablogavi @pedri Bastante lindo obviamente 😒(quite cute obviously)

joaofelix79 la tercera foto es una broma 🤣🤣🤣 (third picture is a joke)

lamineyamal @joaofelix79 lo juro, la foto más divertida que he visto en mi vida. 😂😂 (i swear, funniest picture i’ve ever seen)

aurorapaezg feliz cumpleaños mi guapo 🤍 (happy birthday my handsomes.)

ynusername @aurorapaezg muchas gracias mi otra mitad 🥹 (thank you so much my other half.)

barcawaglife the cutest family!!!

forblaugrana Happy birthday gavira’s!

fcbarcelona Feliz cumpleaños nuestros guerreros 🥳🙌 (happy birthday our warriors!)

nikefootball Happy Birthday our star boy ⭐️

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mateogavi te gustan mis conjuntos? mamá dice que me veo mejor que papá 🤫 (do you like my outfits? mama says i look better than papa.)

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joaofelix79 definitivamente te ves mejor que papá 🤣🤣 (you definitely look better than papa.)

lamineyamal cocinado por su propio hijo (cooked by his own son.)

pablogavi @lamineyamal callarse (shut up.)

mikkykiemeney the matching samba’s 🥹

ynusername @mikkykiemeney stop i LOVE it so much, all of us have one 🥹

aurorapaezg ooh luciendo mucho mejor que papá (ooh looking so much better than papa.)

pablo_gavi_fp MATCHING SAMBA’S ADORABLE!!!

pa6los cutest family ever, can’t change my mind

joselumato niño guapo 😁 (handsome kid)

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mateogavi mamá y papá dicen que no pueden creer que cumpla dos años. Pero si yo voy a cumplir dos años, ¡entonces mi papá también se hará mayor! ¡feliz cumpleaños para mí! 🐻 (mama and papa says they can't believe i'm turning two. but if i'm turning two, then my papa's getting older too! happy birthday to me!)

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joaofelix79 feliz cumpleaños a mi chico favorito! 🐻 (happy birthday to my favourite boy!)

mikkykiemeney happy birthday to Miles’ first ever friend 🥹

katrinefogtfriis happy birthday to the most precious and handsome little boy i’ve ever met.

pablogavi Feliz cumpleaños a mi chico favorito, siempre agradecido de tenerte y permitirme la oportunidad de ser tu papá. te amo más de lo que jamás sabrás. (happy birthday to my favourite boy, always grateful to have you and allowing me the chance to be your papa. i love you more than you'll ever know.)

_rl9 Happy birthday little Mateo!

_ferminlopez Feliz cumpleaños pequeño Mateo, no puedo creer que ya cumplas dos años. Eres el chico más agradable que he conocido, mi tío te quiere mucho. 🐻 (happy birthday little Mateo, i can't believe you're turning two already. you're the nicest boy i've ever met, uncle loves you so much.)

blaugrana.daily Happy Birthday to little Mateo 🎂

ynusername lo mejor que me ha pasado 🥹🤍 (the best thing that has ever happened to me)

444daily little Mateo is growing up so fast

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ynusername hoy es un día especial, no sólo celebramos el cumpleaños del pequeño Mateo y Gavi. Le damos la bienvenida al mundo a Guille. No puedo creer que los 3 chicos bajo el mismo techo compartan el mismo cumpleaños, pero bueno, al menos hago 3 cumpleaños a la vez. Siempre agradecido por mis 2 hijos y su fuerte papá, que siempre ha estado ahí para mí a pesar de los altibajos de su carrera. feliz cumpleaños pequeño Mateo y mi pajarito enojado Pablo, bienvenido al mundo pequeño Guille. No puedo esperar para celebrar los 3 cumpleaños juntos. 🤍 (today's a special day, we not only celebrate little Mateo and Gavi's birthday. we welcome Guille to the world. i can't believe the 3 boys under the same roof are sharing the same birthday but hey at least i throw 3 birthday's at once. always grateful and thankful for my 2 boys and their strong papa who's always been there for me despite his ups and downs in his career too. happy birthday little Mateo and my angry bird Pablo, welcome to the world little Guille. can't wait to celebrate all 3 birthday's together.)

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pablogavi Los amo a los tres más que al universo, más de lo que jamás merecen. gracias por hacerme el hombre que soy, por hacerme papá, por el pequeño Mateo y Guille dándome la oportunidad de ser su papá. (i love all three of you greater than the universe, more than you all ever deserve. thanks for making me the man i am, for making me a papa, for little Mateo and Guille giving me the chance to be their papa.)

joaofelix79 uni más para mí para amar!!! (one more for me to love!)

lamineyamal mismo nombre ah @guillefc.70

guillefc.70 @lamineyamal si si, no puedo creer que tenga el mismo nombre que una estrella. (yes yes, can’t believe i got the same name as a star.)

mikkykiemeney another friend for miles, you and gavi make the cutest babies 😵

ynusername @mikkykiemeney he’s got a secret 🤫🤫🤫

_ferminlopez jugadores como su papá (ballers like their papa.)

forblaugrana Happy Birthday to the Gavira family, welcome Guille. 🎉🎉🎉

433 Good day for the Gavira’s

barcelona.daily Happy Birthday little Mateo and Gavi. welcome Guille!

pedri Gavi lo cronometró bien, eh? (gavi timed it right, eh?)

pablogavi @pedri si soy bueno en todo ☺️ (yeah i’m good at everything)

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ynusername bebe gavira número dos, el 5 de agosto siempre será un día especial para mí. del 2004 al 2022 y ahora 2024. Te quiero pequeño Guille, bienvenido a casa 🤍 (baby gavira number two, 5th august will always be a special day for me. from 2004 to 2022 and now 2024. i love you little Guille, welcome home.)

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pablogavi No puedo creer que esté presenciando esto por segunda vez. honrado. (can't believe i'm witnessing this for the second time. honoured.)

joaofelix79 mi hermano tiene un timing impecable eh, el pequeño Guille ya tiene buena pinta (my brother has impeccable timing eh, little Guille looking good already)

aurorapaezg mis sobrinos son los mas lindos (my nephews are the cutest)

fcbarcelona Welcome new culer! ✨

barcawags highschool lovers are the cutest

katerinefogtfriis little Guille is looking so adorable 🥹

barca4barca THE CUTESTTTT OMG!!!!!

_ferminlopez que descanses pequeño Guille y la mamá de Mateo, cuídate mucho! (rest well little Guille and Mateo's mama, take good care of yourself!)

ynusername @_ferminlopez muchas gracias fer, eres el mejor 🤍 (thanks a lot fer, you’re the best.)

pedri cuidate mucho mi hermanita descansa bien (take care of yourself too my little sister, rest well.)

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pablogavi parece que el pequeño Mateo se está tomando bien su nuevo trabajo como hermano mayor. Debe estar muy cansado de jugar con el pequeño Guille y de cuidar a su mamá cuando yo no estoy en casa. mi pequeño Mateo está creciendo demasiado rápido y el pequeño Guille también está creciendo sano. (looks like little Mateo is taking his new job as an older brother well. he must be really tired playing with little Guille and looking after his mama when i'm not home. my little Mateo is growing up too fast and so is little Guille is growing up healthily too.)

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ynusername Concéntrate en tu pelota y recuperación. el pequeño Mateo estará en casa para cuidarme! (focus on your balling and recovery. little Mateo will be home to look after me!)

pablogavi @ynusername si señora, lo que usted diga. (yes ma’am, whatever you say.)

pedri se parece a su papá, un caballero (takes after his papa, a gentleman)

_ferminlopez sus padres le enseñaron bien, el tío más orgulloso aquí mismo (taught well by his parents, proudest uncle right here.)

joaofelix79 Necesito recompensar a mi pequeño Mateo la próxima vez que visite Barcelona nuevamente, hay muchos regalos preparados para los pequeños Guille y Mateo. (i need to reward my little Mateo the next time i visit Barcelona again, lots of presents prepared for little Guille and Mateo.)

sophangls if you observe carefully, gavi’s only on instagram to post about his family and occasionally football 😭

dani.carvajal.2 un hombre de sabias palabras, un verdadero caballero (a man of wise words, a true gentleman.)

[pablitogavii]

Shaving cream

Summary: Pablo lets you try to help him shave hehe

Pairing:Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: none/ cute Pablo / maybe slightly smutty?

You were cuddling with Pablo on the couch after he returned from his training for the last part of the season and when he nuzzled his face into your neck his growing stubble tickled you making you giggle in response.

He moved his head looking up at you curiously and you touched his face feeling his growing stubble under your fingertips as he realized what you were referring to.

"We came back from Sevilla so late and I had training early in the morning so I had no time to shave, nena. I'm sorry.." he said and you smiled thinking he is adorable that he thought you cared about such silly thing. You would love him even with a full grown beard (maybe not that much hehe).

"Let me do it?" you said and he was caught off guard raising his eyebrows while his smile grew. He wouldn't even let him mom help him when he first started shaving but seeing those big eyes of yours made it impossible to refuse.

"Fine..but you have to be careful not to kill me" he said and you laughed at his comment jumping off the sofa and reaching your hand for him.

"Right now??" he said whining still feeling his legs hurt after intense leg day training.

"All you have to do is sit and I'll do everything" you say as he stood up grabbing your hand and walking towards the bathroom.

"I love the sound of that nena ;)" he winked sitting on the edge of the bath smirking suggestively and you rolled your eyebrows at his snarky comment grabbing his shaving cream.

"Maybe take off your shirt so I don't get shaving cream on it?" you say and he kept his smirking face and you knew he was going to keep teasing you about every little comment.

"If you wanted to check out my abs, all you had to do was ask nena. They are all yours mi amor.." he took his shirt off quickly and you couldn't help but check out his fit body (he was your boyfriend after all) but then return your focus on the task at hand after leaving a quick peck on his lips.

You applied some shaving cream on your hand before gently applying it onto his face while his hands rested on your hips as he did his best to make you distracted, que fofo!

"You look like Santa now, bebé" you smile washing your hands before he pulled you back to him puckering his lips signaling he wanted a kiss.

"We will get shaving cream everywhere if you keep distracting me!" you smirk down at him but couldn't resist to give him a kiss whenever he asked careful not to get shaving cream on your face.

"Alright, now be still so I don't kill you" you used his words and he chuckled when you took his shaver form its case walking back towards him.

"Maybe it's better is you sit on my lap...that way we are same height and your hand is steady?" he suggested although you knew exactly why he suggested this position but you innocently smiled straddling his lap and sitting down before starting to carefully shave his face.

"Tu eres tan bonita.." he said and you stopped looking into his eyes giving him a smile as a 'thank you' before continuing to do your work.

"I really like your lips..and your dimples when you smile..and your hair when it's all crazy right when you wake up..and your eyes when you really want something from me..and.." he kept complimenting you and you felt your cheeks get red as you felt yourself getting distracted.

"I literally have a razor against your neck..stop distracting me if you want to live" you say and his hands start massaging your hips..damn it Pablito!!

"If you kill me, who would watch Disney movies with you, scratch you back before falling asleep, let you play with my hair whenever you want...or please you, mi reina? hm?" he was kissing your neck at that last part and you pulled the razor away closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling he created.

"Let me finish this amor!!" you whined and he smirked nodding his head and raising his hands up in surrender before sitting back and letting you continue.

In order to reach every side of his face evenly, you had to move a bit on his lap from time to time and Pablo certainly reacted moving himself in 'discomfort'...it was hard enough not to think about how gorgeous you looked while helping him shave let alone feeling you rub against him from time to time..it was torture!

"I almost cut you! Stop moving Pablo!" you say and his hands grip your hips making you stop once more to look at him in frustration since you were almost completely done.

"You try staying still when you are grinding on my dick princesa!" he said grunting when you moved to sit on top of him hitting your core to his now clearly aroused crotch.

"It's cute how you get horny so easily cariño.." you teased and he grabbed the razor from your hands standing up with you in his arms (legs wrapped around his waist) before cleaning his face with a towel and taking you to the bedroom as you chuckled at his silly actions.

Again, short but sweet ;) <3

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Again, for nobody in particular. But I wanted some content of Alma spending time with the grandkids post-movie.

The adults are going out for the time and Alma offers to stay behind to babysit. Dolores, assuming that the gremlins have been planning the worst all week, tries to talk her out of it. Only they are both surprised to find out that surprise is less chaotic and more theatrical than they thought.

Actual fluff from me. No angst at all. What????

Curtains Up, Showtime

“I insist, you really should reconsider.”

“I don’t understand. You are always so keen to give your parents a break and let Bruno babysit you all.”

“Yes, well, that’s because he deserves it.” Dolores narrowed her eyes across the room to where Bruno was encouraging his rats to squeak as loudly as possible for whatever game they were playing. “The four of them are spawns of Satan. I have heard them, all week - whispering and giggling. That spells trouble and you shouldn’t have to be put through that, Abuela. Especially at your old age. Mirabel, back me up here? Tell Abuela that she should leave Tío Bruno instead?”

Mirabel, who was too busy mending a hole her father had torn in his sleeve just as he and the rest of the adults were heading out the door, merely mumbled some agreement - muffled through the tail of thread she was holding taut between her teeth.

The matriarch chuckled lightly, waving Dolores’s comments off. “Oh, Lolita, don’t be ridiculous. You shouldn’t say such things about them, they are your own brothers and cousins.”

“And I know better than anyone that they come straight from hell.” Dolores crossed her arms.

“What? This adorable, little baby? Never!” Pepa gushed, as she scooped Antonio up into her arms. He giggled as kisses were pressed all over his face. “¡Buenas noches, hijo! We’ll miss you so much. Papa and I won’t be back until you’re in bed, so we won’t see you until the morning. But I’ve told your Abuela just how to put you to bed, so you won’t go without your story and cuddles.”

Julieta sighed nearby, “Your father and I will miss you girls too—”

“No! Don’t you dare touch me! I’m a grown woman!” Isabela screeched.

Luisa grinned mischievously, grabbing Isabela before she could sprint to the other side of Casita. She tried pushing her older sister back in front of their mother, who held her arms open, though neither of the girls moved to take the opportunity.

“I do like it when they act like hugging us will spread the plague,” Agustín offered, attempting to both cheer up and tease his wife.

“Now, you have to be good for your Abuela, understand?” Félix asked. “I don’t want to have your sister tell me that you’ve blown up a toilet or something tomorrow morning.”

“And you’d believe that gossip over me? Your favourite son?” Camilo questioned. He shifted into Antonio and bounded into his father’s arms, pouting.

Dolores swivelled from where she was still trying to plead with her grandmother, “I heard that!”

“I’m your favourite son!?” Antonio gasped, leaning over from Pepa’s grasp.

“There!” Mirabel affirmed, snipping the excess thread away. She stood back to examine her work, dusting off the sleeve. Her father shifted and wiggled his arm about. “Hm. It’s not bad for a quick-fix. And finishing it in an under three minutes is rather good for the infamous ‘slow one’ of the family. But don’t you dare rip through it - the shop barely stocks frost coloured thread these days— oh!” She jumped, finding that her mother’s arms were now wrapped around her.

Her sisters snickered from where they were hiding in the corner. Mirabel rolled her eyes at them.

“Why me?” She groaned.

“¡Porque eres mi bebé, amor!” Julieta answered. “And the only one with shorter legs than me, meaning you can’t run off like your sisters did.”

“I won’t hear another word of this, Dolores. I know my grandchildren, including you, better than anyone.” Abuela reminded, smiling. “And if they are as badly behaved as you claim they are, then spending a night with their abuela in charge will surely sort them out, no?”

Dolores couldn’t argue with that, she squeaked a little in defeat. “Yes, Abuela.”

With a few more warnings to behave and goodbye kisses, the two couples plus Bruno slowly made their way out of Casita for the night. Abuela made her way into the kitchen, offering to get drank for them all and suggested that they play a board or card game in the sitting room.

“Okay, what do you gremlins want to play? That will cause the least amount of damage?” Dolores asked, crouched in front of the cupboard.

“We’re not playing a game,” Isabela said.

“Yes, you are, or so help me, God, I will start blackmailing. Our Abuela doesn’t deserve to have to deal with you lot and your chaos.”

“No, Dolores, what Bela means is that we actually have something else planned.” Luisa explained. “We’ve been working on a short play all week for Abuela, we’re gonna perform it for her.”

“So… that’s what all that noise was about?”

Mirabel glanced between them. “Wait, what? I didn’t know anything about this.”

“Yeah, because you once called acting ‘professional lying’, so I figured you wouldn’t want to be part of this and would rather just sit and watch with Abuela.” Camilo shrugged.

“Oh, I was going to assume you all just forgot or didn’t care about me.” Mirabel mumbled. “But that was actually very sweet. Thank you for thinking about me. This might actually be very fun!” The others looked at her in surprise, she continued on, very giddy and clapping. “It’s been a while since I saw a play and I don’t remember much about it, so I’m hoping this will be better. Eleven years, to be exact.”

Slowly, the older few clocked the eleven years thing. They had all seen a play eleven years ago, some time after Camilo’s gift ceremony. It was one of the last fun family things they did before Mirabel’s ceremony went wrong and Bruno left and the pressure of the family hit an extreme level.

Camilo’s jaw hit the floor. He placed a hand on Mirabel’s shoulder, sympathetically. “That is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. Not seeing a play… your life could be a tragedy, prima.”

“That would be fairly accurate for me,” Mirabel hummed.

“Brilliant idea! You know how I’ve been trying to come up with a nickname for you, I’m gonna name you after some tragedy character!”

“Oh, I’m afraid I don’t know very many—”

“Hey, as nice as this is to see you two getting along and as sad as it is to remember how Mirabel has been robbed of a theatre experience,” Luisa interrupted, “We actually need to get shit ready before Abuela comes back.”

“And we need to finish before Antonio and Mirabel go to bed.” Dolores added, thoughtfully.

Isabela scoffed teasingly, “We? Lola, do you mean to say you want to help us?”

“I figured you might want some music and sound effects?” Dolores offered, to which she got plenty of enthusiasm from the four. “I mean, I have heard you practicing all week and, as a musical prodigy, I doubt I’d need too much time to consider what would work best where.”

Isabela, Luisa, Camilo and Antonio raced upstairs for their makeshift props, grabbing some spares clothes and accessories to act as costumes. Dolores grabbed a couple of her instruments and Luisa moved the piano into the sitting room for her. Casita shifted some long red drapes to act as curtains and readjusted the lights.

Alma came in a few minutes later. She had gotten distracted in conversing with Casita and had almost forgotten what she was in the kitchen for in the first place.

She blinked a little as she eyed the room, “Charades is very different from how I remember it.” She shuffled in, setting the tray of glasses down on the table. Sitting down beside Mirabel, she took her own glass. “Have the others gone to bed already? It’s not like you to be the last one up.”

“They are tuning up, I believe.” Mirabel answered.

“Tuning up?” She raised an eyebrow, curiously.

“I… I don’t know what I’m talking about,” the girl winced, looking away. “I don’t know anything about any of this. I barely know what they are going to perform.”

Their relationship was getting better, day by day. But Mirabel still seemed to always be a little on edge around her, constantly trying to live up to some imaginary standard. It always tug on her heart strings to see.

“Neither do I,” Alma admitted, hoping to set her at ease. “Pedro was always the theatrical one. He adored the arts.” She smiled, offering Mirabel her hand. She had seen Luisa do it enough times to know how much it worked in calming Mirabel down or making her feel better. “We can always learn together?”

Mirabel took her hand, nodding. She managed a small smile.

The curtains rustled and out stepped Luisa, “Good evening, ladies and…” she paused. “And, um, Casita. Tonight, we have prepared a play, called ‘Hercules Gets Sent to School by Zeus to Learn that the Real Strength is Friendship, Gets Bullied by a Mean Cheerleader Who Has Secret Magic Powers that Become Relevant to the Plot Later, Befriends a Friendly Capybara, and Together They Fight the Cactus Mafia - Musical/Rap/Dance Edition’, written by us and Bruno. Oh, and the music is being provided by Dolores.”

“It sounds like it will be wonderful,” Alma commented.

“All of that was just the title?” Mirabel muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

As Luisa shuffled back through the curtains, Dolores slipped by her, taking a seat at the piano. “If you think that’s bad, wait until you hear some of the dialogue,” she whispered, only half-joking.

Needles to say, ‘Hercules Gets Sent to School by Zeus to Learn that the Real Strength is Friendship, Gets Bullied by a Mean Cheerleader Who Has Secret Magic Powers that Become Relevant to the Plot Later, Befriends a Friendly Capybara, and Together They Fight the Cactus Mafia - Musical/Rap/Dance Edition’ was a very… interesting play.

It certainly had its own charm, and was unlike anything else that had ever been performed before. Bonus points for them coming up with something so original and unique, if only other people had the same abilities instead of constantly copying and pasting or making sequels. But that is always a given if Bruno is directing and writing. In saying that, there wasn’t really a cohesive plot. More like four very different plots that kinda came together in the end but didn’t really. At least, Luisa and Camilo had both agreed on a high school setting.

The musical element was done fairly well, considering they hadn’t practiced with it and Dolores was just making things up as she went. Isabela and Luisa, who had both handled the choreography, had been very ambitious. Somewhere along the way, they had slowly grown more competitive and tried to outdo each other. Camilo also joined in with this when he realised what was happening. Antonio, given his age and not being as skilled as the other three yet, couldn’t quite keep up, but watching him try was certainly adorable.

The rapping had been a lot better. Something Isabela and Camilo seemed surprisingly good at it. Their skills at improvising as well had earned many claps from Casita’s tiles. The singing… not so much. The lack of harmonies between the cast being noted after every song by Dolores, who went from finding it frustrating to very humorous by the end of the show. Antonio’s animals all played various roles as the ensemble, though he often had to translate their lines for the audience and they occasionally missed their cues or wouldn’t hand over props.

However, the entire cast and the creative team (or rather the one creative person) were clearly enjoying themselves. And even if she didn’t get what was happening after about the first ten minutes, Alma was happy enough to just watch the kids mess around and have fun. Just watching them be themselves was better than anything else.

Mirabel, by her side, was sat rather confused by the end, trying to string together some kind of plot or conclusion or basic moral from the story. But even she had been smiling throughout most of it, clapped when needed too and even laughed at a couple comedic lines from her sisters and cousins, and also Dolores’ supposedly quiet commentary.

“Bravo! Bravo, niños! You all did a marvellous job!” Alma applauded, on her feet.

“You really think so?” Antonio asked.

“We’ll have to make another.” Said Camilo. “When do you plan on babysitting us next?”

“I can convince our parents to go out again as early as tomorrow morning.” Isabela declared. She tossed her hair dramatically, winking. “Believe me, I’m something of an actress and a very convincing one at that; pretended-to-be-straight-for-twenty-one-years, it’s no big deal.”

Dolores’ hand shot up immediately, “If we’re doing another play, can we do it properly, please? I will happily write it in place of Bruno. I will even schedule music rehearsals for harmonies.”

“And maybe we can extend our budget a bit? Splash out some proper costumes with fancy embellishments? Instead of stealing our parents’ wedding clothes?” Luisa suggested. She shared a knowing glance with Mirabel. “Come on, I know you were thinking about it. We might even spoil you and buy you some of that hard-to/get frost coloured thread.”

“Tempting. But I can’t imagine I’ll need more—”

“Oh, you will. Your father tripped an hour ago and tore off both sleeves.” Dolores informed.

Mirabel was baffled, “I… How!?”

“Well, I will be happy enough to fund the production for my favourite grandchildren.” Alma cut in.

“Really?” The six asked, simultaneously.

“Of course!”

And it would prove to be money well spent.

[findingnemosworld]

𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 ( 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨? 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚��𝐞 𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲. )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐟𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

Sergio Ramos

A force to be reckoned with, both for Real Madrid and his national team, he's aggressive, and has garnered a reputation for being a hot head on the pitch -- yet those closest to him knew that it was mainly due to the fact that football is what he loves, and what he hopes to do until his last breath, so naturally people expected him with some one that can match his personality, and to everyone's surprise despite his attempts to maintain that his private life stays as far away from the media as possible, unfortunately they discovered that Sergio had been in a four year relationship with rising singer Y/N L/N.

Y/N was a former actress turned singer, she'd grown up under the public eye and was beloved by Spain for her approachable, kind and soft spoken persona, dubbed Princesa by the general public -- it was quite the shock for them to see her happily tied down to someone that's naturally known to be aggressive and a bit of a wild card.

Yet Y/N knew that it was all a façade, that the Sergio people saw on the football pitch differed from the Sergio she was blessed to see off the pitch.

Sergio's kind, compassionate and an empath; whenever Y/N was sad, she could always count on him to be there and comfort her, when her muse for writing songs seems down, she'd take one single glance at him and spends hours writing poems upon poems to express just how much she adores him, her family loved him the same way his loved hers; and while there were talks about getting married, neither she nor Sergio touched on the subject, saving it for a fitting time.

_____________________

" Amor, are you sure you won't be able to make it? "

Y/N had been traveling across the world to promote her newest album, cartas a mi amado and while she was doing so -- Sergio was occupied by the international break, hoping to lead Spain into winning the Euro competition in the final against Croatia.

" Lo siento, I really want to but I'm not finished with my tour yet " Y/N chews on her bottom lip, she hated lying to Sergio but if she wanted this surprise to work out, she had to resort to lying.

" Ok but you'll be watching right "

If anyone were to hear him in that moment, they'd definitely be astonished as to how this is the same man that viciously takes down attackers. Y/N giggles, " of course I'll be watching, mi rayo de sol. I have to see if you'll score a goal for me "

Sergio chuckles, " Obviously I will, I have to impress my girl "

" And bring that trophy home " Y/N adds with an eye roll, " Listen, Sese ... I have to go and train, but I promise as soon as I finish this leg of the tour, I'm coming straight home to you "

" You better, I want to kiss you senseless and I also want to spend the two weeks vacation fucking you every way imaginable "

The soft undertone laced with his low voice sent a shiver down her spine, " Ok, I'm leaving now " she laughs, " Buena suerte bebé "

" Gracias amor, I'll see you soon "

" See you soon " Y/N said, before ending the call to finish booking the flight details to Portugal where the final will be held, she knew it was both exciting and heavy on Sergio as he will be going up against his teammate and close friend Luka Modric, but she knew that no matter what, Sergio would do his best to make his country proud.

You see, Y/N was asked by the RFEF to come and perform the national anthem, and while at first they were set to announce her as a performer, she intervened; insisting on making it a surprise to every one in attendance, and so far Sergio had no idea, believing that she was still on tour which made it easy for her to go about with her plan.

Her flight lands in Lisbon, and she immediately dived into closed rehearsals until she was sure that everything was set for the final; a day before the final she called Sergio to wish him a good luck.

" It really sucks that you're not here "

Y/N had to hold back her tears after hearing how soft his tone was, it definitely tugged on her heartstrings. " I know mi vida, but I'm going to be watching you, and annoying everyone by shouting that's my baby each time you come into screen "

Sergio laughs then said, " listen, when I get back ... I'm taking you on a lovely getaway "

" Oooh where to? " Y/N asks him, both curious and excited by the prospect of a nice vacation.

" It'll be a surprise " Sergio said, " You, me and the sun "

Y/N smiles to herself, looking over at the dress that she'll be wearing tomorrow. " I love the sound of that baby "

" Listen, Carva, Nacho and I will be heading out for a bit so I might not answer but I will text you later if you're awake ok! "

" Alright mi amor, take care and don't get drunk " Y/N warns him.

" Relax amor, I'm responsible enough " Sergio laughs. " te quiero hasta la luna y más allá "

" Yo también te quiero, hasta la luna y de regreso " Y/N said. " Bye baby "

" Bye " Sergio blew a kiss, causing her to giggle. " Ah, my favorite sound "

" Go " Y/N laughs then ends the call, she inhales a deep breath and mentally prepares herself for tomorrow, hopeful that she'll be able to witness Sergio make yet another incredible mark in his career.

The stadium was full of passionate fans that travelled to see their nation come out on top, Y/N had arrived early spending the majority of the time rehearsing in a closed and hidden away from the teams to ensure that it'll be a surprise; When the teams finished warming up and were set to step out -- she is on standby, she was set to step out just after the Croatian national team were singing their anthem and once they were finished, she grabs the microphone and steps out just as she hears.

" Please rise for the national anthem of Spain, performed by the special guest; Miss Y/N L/N "

A chorus of cheers can be heard as she stepped out, waving to the fans in the stadium, and had to physically stifle back a giggle at her boyfriend's surprised expression, she stands at the assigned position and begins to sing the anthem, with everyone in attendance as well as the players standing behind her singing along till the very end --- she bows her head then says with a loud tone, " VAMOS ESPĀNA "

Y/N was then lead to the box where most of the WAG's were seated, she sits next to Dani's wife Daphne to watch the final.

To say that it was intense would be an understatement, Sergio was at the peak of his performance defending his side from any potential goals -- and right at the end of the first half, at the 44th minute, a stunning header was made by Sergio to help Spain lead the scoresheet, she watches with tearful eyes as Sergio runs towards the direction of the box she was sitting in and point at her.

Daphne nudges her with a teasing smile as the camera captured her shy expression. During halftime, Daphne said. " I saw his expression when you came out, it was so cute "

" I figured I had to surprise him " Y/N smiles before shaking her head, " The tabloids will have a field day for sure "

" Oh don't mind them " Daphne waves her off, " Just enjoy yourself with him, you two surely deserve it "

The second half was definitely stressful for Spain, the Croatian side was attempting to break their defense a few times however thankfully Sergio helped keep the back line intact, so much so that at the 79th minute, he assisted Alvaro Morata in scoring the second goal. Y/N squeals, clapping her hands and shouting, " That's my baby right there "

The match continues with a few changes within the lineup, and just as it entered extra time - Sergio was able to score a second goal, once again sending the fans into a chorus of cheers as he points at Y/N yet again causing a smile to adorn her lips, the smile widening as the whistle blows signaling that Spain were crowned the 2024 Euro Cup winners.

The celebrations on the pitch were in full swings, and when the WAG's were allowed to enter the pitch; Y/N immediately runs to Sergio's open arms as he hoists her up and spins her around causing her to giggle, " You did it! " she pressed a sloppy kiss to his mouth.

" I'm so happy right now " Sergio states, " I didn't think you would actually come " he places her down.

" Did you think I was going to miss one of the most important finals you've had? " Y/N smiles, " you never fail to make me proud of you baby, and I'm so glad that I got to see you shine "

" I couldn't have done that without your support " Sergio grabs her face to plant a soft kiss to her lips.

A chorus of teasing voice caused the pair to look to the left and see Dani, Luka, Lucas and Nacho wearing teasing smiles. " Now we know why our Serge has been growing soft " Nacho grins.

" Can you blame him? " Lucas chimes in with a teasing tone. " He has quite possibly the softest and sweetest person by his side, I think there's a big chance, we're losing the monster "

" Guys cut it out " Luka interjects, " He's still the same person "

" Gracias Luka " Sergio sighs, shooting his teammates death glares while Y/N stood there with a shy expression.

" We just have to get used to him, speaking softly every time he calls her " Luka laughs, causing the other three laugh as well.

" Hey! " Y/N said, " Don't you dare tease him "

Sergio smirks, wrapping a protective arm around her as he said. " That's my girl " he then looks at them, " and for the record, I have changed but for the better, this one right here is my motivator "

Y/N beams, " always and forever amor, I am yours "

And while the world may always question how Sergio Ramos was able to capture the heart of Y/N L/N, there's one thing that she is sure of, nothing will tear them apart.

[mackjlee9]

|Part 2|Camilo Madrigal x Top!Male!Reader [Smut&Fluff]

Warning; fingering, vanilla sex, cute stuff, reader and camilo's first time, Spanish words/sentences.

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Movie; Encanto

With each passing day, Camilo's eighteenth birthday was approaching. He noticed how everyone in the Madrigal family would walk past him with a giggle or hide something. He occasionally saw Dolores and Mirabel whispering to one another and stopping whenever he was in ear range.

The times he got to hear some of their conversations were when they were talking about (M/n) and the birthday gift he had prepared for him. Dolores probably heard his heart pounding faster since she covered Mirabel's mouth, Camilo just turned around and ran in the opposite direction, going to his favorite place in the woods that surrounded Encanto.

Well, since then he couldn't stop thinking about what (M/n)'s gift could possibly be, and like that, as if he just blinked once, the morning of his birthday came.

He was woken up by the sound of his mother knocking on his bedroom door before walking in, a huge smile on her face as she was being followed by her husband.

"Mi bebé hoy cumple dieciocho!" Her arms wrapped around Camilo's shoulders, the teen was still sleepy but he hugged his mother back, staring at his father who stood next to the door. "You've grown so fast already," she muttered breaking the hug, holding his face in her hands and squeezing gently, making a pout form on his lips. "Get ready, mijo, today is an important day!"

Above her head, a bright, double rainbow was clearly showing. Camilo smiled at his mother's good mood, despite him not feeling too up to it.

Even so, he got up from his bed and got ready for the day. Everyone in Encanto cheered him a happy birthday, while his family was decorating the house and getting stuff ready. Camilo had been feeling anxious about seeing (M/n) so early and surrounded by people, but he never saw him, not even once, and that made him worry more rather than calm him down.

The day kept going like usual, and the sun began setting behind the mountains, the party was ready and all the guests were arriving.

Camilo had been glancing around looking for (M/n), but he only saw him when his family dragged him to take a picture of them to keep as a memory. It was a family tradition, so he had to comply. He opened presents, ate cake, had fun, and talked to some of his friends, however, that was still bothering him in the back of his mind.

Midnight was nearing, and all the guests started to leave, leaving the only member that was like family to the Madrigal. (M/n).

They all sat together at the dining table, and began talking amongst each other, they gave Camilo their presents too, and only (M/n) was the one who still hadn't gotten him anything.

"Oh, well, I uh... wanted to give it to him in private," he mumbled looking down and scratching the back of his head. Pepa who was sitting next to him patted his head and gave him a reassuring smile, whispering an 'is okay' towards him. (M/n) had a relieved smile on his face and he gave a small nod in response.

The Madrigal family kept talking and joking for a while longer, Dolores and Mirabel gossiping like it was usual lately. Both of them knew what (M/n)'s present was, so they were kind of excited about what will happen. They knew both males liked each other, and they reassured (M/n) that Camilo won't get mad, but they didn't tell him why because they knew he won't get mad, so he was just going to trust them.

Everyone started leaving the table and abuela Alma headed upstairs to her room, while the rest -except for Antonio who was put to sleep by Pepa- stayed to wash all the dirty dishes. (M/n) and Camilo had been talking a bit while they headed off to the kitchen to help, but Mirabel blocked their path from walking in.

"So, I'm guessing (M/n) is staying over, correct? And he still has to give you your birthday present, so primo, why don't you go to your room and talk there?" She said while making them turn around and pushing them to go up the stairs.

The moment they stood on the first step of the stairs, they looked over at Mirabel, who had the widest smile they'd ever seen. Making eye contact, Camilo and (M/n) shrugged at the other, walking up the stairs and into the Madrigal's room.

As soon as the door closed, both felt their bodies tense and as if there wasn't enough air in the room, so they approached Camilo's bed and sat on the soft mattress. Neither of them knew how the bring up the subject, but (M/n) cleared his throat and slightly shifted on the bed to face Camilo.

His hand reached for his pocket, fidgeting with Camilo's gift for a few seconds.

"Feliz cumpleaños, Cami, uh... I-I'm a little nervous now but, I just want you to know that..." He looked up and made eye contact with the curly-haired brunette, who felt his face heating up when he realized how close to each other they were. "Is okay if you... hate and don't ever want to see me again, I just wanted... to tell you this in an s-special way...? Kinda?" Camilo was starting to get a little worried about what was going to happen, did his hermana and prima just pretended (M/n)'s gift was a good thing?! God, now he was panicking. "Anyway, here..."

He took a deep breath and started taking the present out of his pocket.

A small, black-colored velvet fabric bag was in his hand, a white ribbon tying it close. He handed it to Camilo who grabbed it with a barely noticeable shake in his hands. Under (M/n)'s nervous and worried stare, he untied the ribbon and peeked inside, he couldn't really tell what it was but he saw what seem to be letters on it, so he took it out and observed it.

It was a handmade bracelet that color-coordinated with the usual clothes he wore, and the letters were made up of two words on it.

"Te amo..." Camilo mumbled to himself reading the words on it.

(M/n) was slowly losing hope of Camilo liking him back, so he was about to apologize and leave so he could cry himself to sleep, but he realized something. Camilo's room was changing along with his emotions, and hearts of all colors and sizes were now covering the walls, and that was the signal to look at the curly-haired male.

Camilo had a dark blush on his face that made his freckles more obvious, his eyes were wide and, if he had Dolores's gift he could probably hear his heart pounding.

-and speaking of Dolores, she was silently fangirling at what she was able to hear, Mirabel right next to her, wanting to know what was happening-

Well, back to Camilo and (M/n).

The (h/c) haired male was staring at the Madrigal, trying to get him back to normal, which he kinda did. Camilo handed the bracelet over to (M/n) and extended his left arm. "Can you put it...?" With a small nod, (M/n) put the bracelet around  Camilo's wrist, twisting it so the 'Te amo' would be facing up and so he was done.

Camilo looked at it for a few seconds before glancing up at (M/n), lifting both hands, he placed them on his face, cupping his cheeks gently before leaning closer, pressing their lips together in their first kiss.

Camilo was the first one to back away, nibbling nervously on his bottom lip, and (M/n) felt his face burning, he hesitated about what he should do, but he leaned closer and kissed Camilo again.

His hands placed themselves behind his neck and gently held his waist. They moved their lips slowly, almost hesitantly, getting used to the movement and new feeling. Camilo let out a soft, breathy moan before he wrapped both arms around (M/n)'s shoulders, leaning back and taking the other male down with him.

Every now and then they backed away to get some air, low moans and soft gasps left their mouths as their bodies pressed against each other.

(M/n) was the first one to stop, releasing Camilo to hold himself up off of him, his action caused the curly-haired male to whine at the loss of body contact, he held onto (M/n)'s shirt and tugged on it.

"Wait, Cami... I don't want to... force or rush you into thinking you have to do this with me, I... understand if you want to stop-" with a bigger amount of strength, Camilo pulled (M/n) down until their bodies were touching again, letting him feel the obvious reaction his body had just because of a few kisses.

"Who said I don't want this?" He muttered against his lips, a smirk plastered on his face. "Keep going, (M/n)."

With an audible gulp that made Camilo chuckle, (M/n) kissed him, his hands now lowering and touching his body over his clothes.

Camilo's back arched slightly off the bed when he felt (M/n)'s fingers grace his bare skin, a soft whine escaping his lips and being muffled by the other male's lips. Slowly, the curly-haired male started unbuttoning (M/n)'s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders hinting the male to take it off.

(M/n) pulled away and took his shirt off, helping Camilo take off his.

With gentle touches and kisses, they undressed each other with soft caresses to the other's skin.

Noticing Camilo's nervousness about his bare body, (M/n) smiled at him and covered their bodies under the sheets, staying close to each other.

"Do you know how to...?" Camilo mumbled with a shy tone, (M/n) nodded before pressing a kiss on his lips.

"I'll be gentle, okay? I don't wanna hurt you," the curly-haired male just shyly nodded. (M/n) began placing soft kisses all along Camilo's neck, slowly making his way down his chest. He glanced up, starting at the male as he closed his eyes and let heavy breaths out of his mouth, his skin getting covered in goosebumps.

Lifting his hand (M/n) caressed Camilo's face gently, pressing his bottom lip with his thumb, and the male, unconsciously, licked it slightly, soon holding onto his wrist and taking his middle and ring finger in his mouth, lapping his tongue around every single one to cover them with his saliva.

(M/n) stopped his kisses and just stared at what Camilo was doing, somehow, the sight was way more erotic and lewd than it should've been. When he didn't feel (M/n) soft, wet lips on his skin anymore, Camilo opened his eyes, his hazel-green colored eyes stared into (M/n)'s (e/c) ones, his gaze was needy, glossy with lust as he stared at the other male.

As if hypnotized by his eyes, (M/n) started going up to his face again, slowly pulling his wet fingers out of Camilo's mouth and lowering his hand in between the curly-haired male's legs. Their lips were pressed together, moving in sync as (M/n) started pushing his finger inside.

He felt Camilo's hands on his shoulders, the pads of his fingers pressing on his skin, avoiding using his nails as he didn't want to hurt the (h/c) haired male. (M/n) felt his body tense and how uncomfortable he felt, so he made sure the curly-haired male would focus on his kisses instead, the movement of their lips together, his tongue dragging across his bottom lip and pushing past his open mouth, their tongue tangling with one another.

When (M/n) felt Camilo relaxing and getting used to the foreign feeling, he moved his finger around, stretching him to push the second finger in. This time, Camilo's reaction wasn't different than before, he tensed a bit, squeezing around his fingers, but he just held (M/n) close and kept kissing him.

They had to pull away for air a few times, but they instantly latched onto the other's lips as soon as they could.

(M/n) did scissor motions with his fingers, sometimes curling them upwards as a way to stretch Camilo properly and reduce some of the pain he'll go through, he just wanted to make sure he caused him the smallest amount of pain as he could.

"Cami, I'm... putting in, okay? Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop," Camilo felt his heart fluttering at the soft words spoken to him, and he just smiled, cupping (M/n)'s face in his hands.

"I'll be okay, (M/n)," the (h/c) haired male nodded and took his fingers out, aligning his dick with Camilo's entrance and slowly started pushing it.

He heard Camilo's low grunts of pain and stayed still once he was fully inside him. (M/n) has to hold his breath at the feeling of his wet and warm muscle walls clenching around his dick, his hands gripping the bedsheets and releasing deep groans.

After a couple of minutes, Camilo's trembling legs raised, pressing his thighs against (M/n)'s waist, pulling him down enough to be able to whisper in his ear.

"Move already... please," his shy tone of voice made the other male bite his bottom. (M/n) leaned back so he could stare into Camilo's eyes, he saw his hazel-green orbs glossy with unspilled tears and he couldn't help but smile, brushing his curls away so he could look at his face properly.

"Te amo, Camilo," the curly-haired male was surprised at hearing those same words on his bracelet coming from the male, his eyes widening followed by a bright smile growing on his face.

"Yo también te amo, (M/n)," he whispered against his lips, soon joining them in a slow, loving kiss.

(M/n) felt his smile growing in between their kiss, their tongues tangling with each other as he started moving his back and forth slowly, enjoying every second of the euphoric feeling their skin touching gave him.

Soft moans left Camilo's wet and swollen lips, his fingers tangling in (M/n)'s (h/c) locks and pulling on them, his whines of pleasure were getting louder, so he turned his face aside, trying to keep quiet by pressing his mouth on his pillow.

(M/n) had to bite his bottom lip, hiding his face on Camilo's neck, trying to avoid the sound of the bed creaking with each thrust, he reached for Camilo's hands, pinning them on either side of his head, interlocking their fingers.

"I-I'm... I'm gonna cum, (M/n)~" Camilo mumbled, tightening his grip on the other's male hands, his body shaking from the pleasure.

"Me t-too, Cami... fuck," he groaned as his thrusts began trembling, his climax approaching him quickly.

(M/n) pulled out, and released one of Camilo's hands. He held their erections together and started stroking them quickly, both of them muffling their moans and whines on the other's neck, and like, with their breathing turning rapid and heavy, they came at the same time, their cum mixing and pooling on the curly haired male's lower abdomen.

Taking deep breaths as they came down from their high, (M/n) placed a kiss on Camilo's forehead and lower to kiss the tip of his nose before pressing their lips together in a sweet, gentle peck.

He realized Camilo's hand and reached for the tissues in the first drawer of his bedside table. (M/n)'s cleaned his cum-stained hand before wiping the curly-haired male's abdomen, taking a new one to dry a bit of the sweat off their faces.

(M/n) sat up on the bed, making sure Camilo's lower body was covered by the sheets, and he put his underwear back on before standing up to throw the dirty tissues in the trash.

As soon as he was done with that, he went back to the bed and dressed Camilo in his underwear too. (M/n) laid down on the bed next to him and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him on top of his body and covering them with the sheets. He held Camilo gently as the curly-haired male snuggled on his chest, taking a last glance at the words on the bracelet around his wrist.

Well, this has been... the best birthday ever. I'm so happy right now.

He left a kiss on (M/n)'s chest before closing his eyes, soon enough, falling asleep in his arms.

[foreveranevilregal]

Hey! Can you write Camilo (6 years old) wants a puppy but Pepa doesn’t allow him so he ask Felix instead then he talks to her and finally he gets one?

I sure can! I love this idea so much, thank you!

“Mami?” Camilo approached her, smiling angelically.

“Yes, mi cielito?” Pepa bumped the door closed with her hip, carrying in a basket full of clothes she’d taken down from the clothesline.

“Can I have a dog?”

Pepa chuckled. “A dog?” That was unexpected.

“Yeah!” His eyes lit up excitedly.

“Why do you want a dog?”

“All my friends have dogs and they have so much fun with their dogs!” Camilo bounced up and down, unable to contain his energy.

“Hmm…” Pepa tapped her chin in thought. “I don’t think you’re quite old enough for a dog yet, Milo.”

His face crumpled. “Please, mami?”

She ignored his pleas, turning her attention to the basket filled with clothes. “When you’re older, mi bebé.”

“I’m not a baby!” He insisted, stamping his foot. “See?” He opened his mouth wide, using his tongue to wiggle his bottom front tooth. “It’s gonna fall out soon. And then a grown-up tooth will grow in its place. Dolores told me.” He said smugly. “That means I’m a big kid.”

“A big kid, huh?” Pepa cracked a smile.

Camilo nodded solemnly.

“Okay, big kid; want to help me fold this laundry?” She gestured to the basket that was practically overflowing with clothes.

Camilo grimaced. “Uh…” he hesitated; not saying no, but not agreeing to help either. He eyed the clothes warily.

“That’s what I thought.” Pepa started pulling clothes out of the basket, sorting them by type.

Camilo appeared to reconsider his decision. “If I help you with the laundry, can I have a dog?”

Pepa crossed over to where Camilo was standing and leaned down. “I could use some help with the laundry,” she admitted, “but my answer is still no. No dog until you’re older.” She kissed him on the cheek and brushed his curls out of his eyes.

His face fell. “Please?”

“No, Camilo.” She stood back up.

“Please, mami.” He pouted at her hopefully. “Please, please, please!”

The earnest look in his eyes was almost enough to make Pepa break. Almost, but not quite. “I said no, Camilo.” She turned her attention back to the pile of laundry, starting to fold the shirts. There was a lot to do, and she couldn’t afford to waste time. It had nothing to do with the dejected expression on Camilo’s face that she couldn’t bear to see.

“Why not?” He whined, flopping across the jumbled clothes.

“Because,” Pepa peeled him off of the clothes, “you’re not old enough to take care of a dog. Having a dog is a lot of work. You have to feed it-“

“I can do that,” Camilo interrupted her impatiently. “I feed myself, don’t I? How different can a dog be?”

“And walk it,” Pepa continued calmly, seeing him grow more agitated.

“I walk Carlos’ dog sometimes. He lets me hold the leash and everything,” Camilo informed her proudly.

“It’s one thing to help out your friend sometimes and another to do it all the time. You’d have to get up early and walk the dog before you go to school. And then you’d have to walk it again after dinner.” Which was when Camilo liked to play with his toys. Pepa highly doubted he’d willingly give up his playtime for a dog.

He screwed up his features, clearly warring with himself. Obviously this wasn’t an easy decision for him.

Pepa watched him with a touch of amusement as she kept folding the clothes.

Finally, he gave her a serious nod. “Okay, mami. I’ll walk the dog.”

“Even though it means giving up some of your playtime?” Pepa questioned, surprised.

“Yeah.” Camilo gulped. It must have pained him to make such a sacrifice. “If the dog needs to be walked after dinner, I’ll do it.”

“Well…” Pepa was left speechless. “That’s very grown-up of you, Camilo,” she acknowledged. She certainly hadn’t expected it of him.

His chest puffed up with pride. “Grown-up enough for me to get a dog?” He wheedled.

“You just won’t give up, will you?” She shook her head good-naturedly.

He shook his head emphatically, making wild curls fly from side to side.

Pepa regarded him warmly. So far he’d struck down every argument. But she had an ace up her sleeve: an argument she knew he couldn’t possibly fight. “Well, clearly you’re more mature than I thought,” she began. “You’re able to feed and walk the dog. So obviously you won’t have any problem doing one more thing to take care of your dog.” She paused dramatically.

“What’s that, mami?” Camilo asked, fascinated.

“After the dog goes to the bathroom, someone needs to clean up after it. And since it’ll be your dog…” Pepa let the implication hang in the air.

His features wrinkled in disgust. “Ewww!” He exclaimed. “I’m not doing that!”

Pepa resisted the urge to laugh at his reaction. “That’s what I thought, cariño.” She set aside the folded clothes and wrapped him up in a hug. “Go wash up; it’s almost time for dinner.”

“Fine,” he agreed defeatedly. He knew better than to argue with his mamá. His feet dragged all the way up the stairs to the bathroom.

Pepa put the folded clothes back into the basket. It broke her heart to see Camilo so distraught. She absolutely hated saying no to him- he was her special little boy and she wanted to give him the world. But she knew he wouldn’t be able to handle a dog. He was still so young, and lost interest in things so easily. What would happen once he lost interest in the dog? She and Félix would be stuck looking after it. And neither of them wanted a dog.

The rest of the evening passed without incident. They had eaten dinner like usual- Camilo maybe a bit quieter than he would normally be, but otherwise unbothered.

He’s probably already forgotten about the dog, Pepa reassured herself, trying to assuage her guilt. It was a whim he had that’s passed. Nothing more.

At bedtime, she told him a story; one of his favorites, to make up for what she’d done earlier. Halfway through, he was fighting sleep, and though he fought valiantly, he’d succumbed before the ending. Pepa tucked him into his blankets, giving him a murmured “buenas noches” and a kiss on the cheek before departing.

When she got into bed, the situation still weighed heavily on her. She listed through the pages of her novela, barely taking in a word.

“¿Estás bien, mi amor?” Félix asked, resting his hand on her arm.

“I am,” she said unconvincingly.

“That didn’t sound very okay. What’s the matter, mi vida?”

She sighed. “Today Camilo asked me if we could get a dog.”

“Really?” Félix pried her hands off of the book, taking them in his. “What did you tell him?”

She snorted in disbelief. “What do you think? Obviously I told him no. He’s not old enough to take care of a dog yet.”

“Why do you think that?” He prompted.

She looked at him incredulously. “Because, Félix, he’s not responsible enough to deal with the kind of work having a dog would mean! He loses interest in new toys after a couple weeks. What if he loses interest in the dog? What if he decides that he didn’t really want a dog after all, or that they’re too much work, or he moves onto the next thing to catch his interest? What happens with the dog then? He can stop playing with a toy. He can’t stop taking care of a dog. He’s not ready.” Running out of breath, she inhaled shakily.

“I understand.” Félix looped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. “You’re worried he won’t take having a dog seriously.”

“Exactly.” Pepa exhaled, relieved to have her feelings validated. “Camilo can barely get himself dressed in the morning. He definitely can’t take care of a dog.”

Félix’s hand ran up and down her arm soothingly. “You know, I was around his age when we got our first dog,” he mentioned conversationally.

Pepa’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Where are you going with this?”

“Like Camilo, I was very excited to have a dog. Unlike Camilo, I didn’t have the slightest idea how to take care of one. I didn’t have any friends with dogs. It was a bit of a learning curve, but soon enough I figured it out and could help my brothers and sisters. We all did our part, and everything worked out.”

Her still-narrowed eyes bored into his. “Did Camilo put you up to this? Of course he would go to you after I told him no.” Pepa huffed.  “What am I going to do with that boy?” She threw her hands up in the air frustratedly.

“You adore Camilo,” Félix reminded her. “And he’s more responsible than you think.”

“Really?” Pepa questioned disbelievingly.

“Really. He’s had his gift for a whole year and he hasn’t abused it once.”

“He shifts into older kids when he’s racing with Dolores and his primas so he can win,” Pepa pointed out.

“He’s a kid, Pepi; he likes to win. He takes after his mami that way.” Félix grinned, squeezing his arm around her. “He hasn’t done anything seriously wrong with his gift, and he could have. But he knows that having a gift is a responsibility, and it’s one he takes seriously.”

Pepa could feel her arguments crumbling around her. “Don’t tell me you’re actually considering this,” she said weakly.

“It’s a good idea, Pepi.” He swept her bangs out of her eyes. “He loves dogs and having one will teach him how to be more responsible.”

Pepa hadn’t considered that angle of it. “And until he learns how to be more responsible?”

“We can all do a little bit. I can walk the dog. You can feed it. Dolores can bathe it. No te preocupes, querida; you won’t get stuck caring for the dog all by yourself.”

Félix was being so rational about this. But something inside her still resisted the idea. “He’s too young,” she repeated petulantly. “Mi bebé.”

“He’s 6 now, Pepa. He’s not a baby anymore.”

“That’s what he said!” Suddenly, Pepa was crying. She buried her face in her hands to hide her tears.

“Why are you crying, Pepi?” Félix’s voice was gentle and free of any judgment.

“Because my baby is growing up!” She blubbered. “Soon he’ll be all grown and he won’t need me anymore, and then-“

“Whoa- slow down, Pepa.” Félix took her into himself, placing her head on his chest. “He’s not a baby anymore, but he is very far from grown. You still cut up all his food.”

“I do, don’t I?” Pepa sniffled, smiling through the tears.

“And yes, he’s getting bigger, but he won’t grow up overnight. So let’s slow down and enjoy the ride, eh?”

“Enjoy the ride.” Pepa took a deep breath. “I can try.”

Félix gave her a winning smile. “What do you say? Are we getting a dog?”

Pepa pondered the question. “I’ve never had a dog before,” she confessed.

Félix frowned. “Are you afraid of them?”

Pepa shook her head. “No, it’s not that. I just…don’t really know how to take care of one myself.”

“Ah,” Félix said understandingly. “You’re worried you won’t be able to help Camilo out when he inevitably needs it.”

She merely nodded, sniffling sporadically into his chest.

“Lucky for both of you, I’ve had a few dogs, and I’m practically an expert at taking care of them,” Félix bragged, his tone so serious that it was evident he was trying to make her laugh.

It worked. “I’m going to hold you to it, expert,” she replied, snuggling into him.

“So is that a yes?”

She sighed. “That’s a yes.”

The next morning, Camilo lacked his usual enthusiasm; walking down the staircase normally instead of skipping every other step as he ran. “Good morning, mamá,” he greeted her glumly, giving her a halfhearted kiss on the cheek.

Her heart sank. He was a lot more torn up about this than she thought. “Good morning, mi rayo de sol.” She smushed him into a tight hug. “Did you sleep okay?”

He nodded absently. “Yeah.”

“No nightmares?”

“No.”

She pulled back to examine his face. “Are you upset about yesterday?”

His lower lip quivered and he looked like he was on the verge of tears. “I…”

Thankfully, Félix had appeared to preempt the waterworks. He wrapped an arm around Pepa’s waist, beaming at Camilo.

“Camilo, your papi and I have some good news for you,” Pepa announced, as if the rainbow overhead didn’t make it apparent enough.

Camilo brightened. “Can I have a dog?”

Pepa laughed. “Yes, you can have a dog.”

Camilo whooped loudly, jumping up and down.

Pepa melted at his joy. He wanted a dog much more than he’d let on. “It just so happens that the Garcías’ dog had puppies recently. Your papi’s going to take you there after school to pick one out.”

If Camilo had been happy before, he was downright euphoric now. It was a good thing he didn’t have her gift; otherwise, they’d all have been blinded by the rainbow he would produce. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He exclaimed, hugging her and kissing her cheek.

“Taking care of a dog is a big responsibility, but we think you can handle it. Can you handle it?” Pepa knew what his answer would be, but she wasn’t expecting him to answer quite so loudly.

“Yes, mami! I can handle it!” He promised her. “I’ll feed the dog and walk it and everything.” Doubt crossed his features, but he was too caught up in his happiness to let it overtake him.

Félix chuckled. “Easy, chico. You don’t have to do everything. We’ll help you. But you do have to help out. Sound good?”

“Yeah. Thank you, papi.” He threw his arms around Félix’s middle.

Félix ruffled his hair indulgently. “You better hurry up or you’ll be late for school.”

Pepa peered through the window anxiously. Late afternoon sun streamed in. They had left a while ago. Where were they?

Then she saw them clamber down the hill. Félix held a wriggling bundle of fur in his arms. As they got closer, Pepa could see that the puppy was a sandy brown and had floppy ears. It was positively adorable.

She went into the hallway to meet them, kneeling down to hug Camilo, but was instead bowled over by the furry mass that bounded towards her. Instead of being upset, she found herself laughing as the dog licked all over her face and sniffed her curiously.

Félix had been right. Everything was going to be okay.

[tickling-giggles]

If you’re still doing the tickle prompts, maybe “Stop kissing me there, it tickles” with Lee Camilo and Ler Pepa as mother and son bonding moment? Although if your not comfortable with it, you can ignore this.

Love & Affection

A/N: it’s no problem I can do it I’m always happy to take all of you r guys request

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“Mahamí stohop kissing me there it ticklehes”Camilo squeaked as he scrunched up his shoulder to protect his neck. “Awww mi bebé I just wanna smother you with my loveee” Pepa continued kissing his neck as she went for his sides aswell. “Mahahamí plehhease”camilo started to giggle.

“Awww I can’t believe mi amado hijo has grown up” (my beloved son) Pepa continues to lightly her sons sides. “You use to be so small and handsome and oh so ticklish” Pepa taunts her child.

“GAhahaha MAHahahmí thihis is nohot fair ahand for the rehehecord I still ahaham handsohome” camilo giggles immediately changed to laughter.

“Hey I wonder if you’re still deadly ticklish like mi hermano Bruno”Pepa teased as she “counted” his ribs. “Jeez baby i think you’re missing a couple of ribs” Pepa lied as she started teasing his ribs. “MAHahahamehee PLEHehehease nAHAaha nononoho Nohohot therehe” camilo pleaded.

“Oh I think I remember right up under here” Pepa evilly grinned at her son before attacking his armpits. “GAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD” Camilo shrieked. “There goes my little boy” Pepa cooed as she added in some tickly kisses. “MAHAHAHAHAM NAHAHAHAT COOHOHOHOL AHAHAHAH WAHAHIT WAIT” Camilo squealed.

“Ok ok I don’t want to kill you”Pepa joked as she stopped.Camilo fell back onto her “mahahamí thahat was mean I’m tehehelling tía julieta on yohohu” .“Yeah sure love”Pepa rolled her eyes as she smiled snuggling up with her son.

[adoptedmadrigal2]

Well that wasn't what they expected.

The following ocs are from @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves

Dulce

Beckett

Donny (donnovan)

All other ocs are my own

A new generation, a new gift

Celeste Estrella Madrigal is the first of the fourth generation of Madrigal children to be preparing for her gift ceremony. She was the eldest just like her tia Isabela is from her mami and other tias and tios. And she was buzzing with excitement, Mirabel had made her a new dress for her ceremony, one that mimicked her mami's usual dress; an off the shoulder top with a flowing skirt that neatly cinched at the waist. 

Everyone speculated what the girl's gift would be. Some thought she would have the gift of flying or speed. Others assumed it would be something to do with her drawing.  Mirabel though, she knew what Celeste’s gift would be, since she was the new matriarch. Alma had passed her title down to Mirabel when Dolores announced her pregnancy. Due to her old age and lessened ability coupled with the fact that Mirabel had recently turned 26 she had surely earned the title. In all honesty Celeste wasn't the only nervous one for this. Everyone was on edge since it was the gift ceremony of Pepa’s first grandchild, and it was Mirabel’s first time performing the gift ceremony. 

Dolores put her 4 month old twins to bed in her and mariano’s room before going to the nursery to help Celeste. Though it seemed Celeste didn't need help, her Abuela had already helped her getting dressed and now the blue eyed little girl was happily drawing pictures of stars and the moon. 

"Mami!" Celeste yelped when she noticed her mother entering the nursery. 

"Mi bebé niña, look at you! All grown up already! You look so pretty in your dress," Dolores said, twirling her little girl around watching as the skirt spun with the pink stars that Mirabel had embroidered on. She picked her daughter up and sat her onto her bed, where Pepa sat ready to help get the girl’s hair straightened out for her ceremony.  

"Mami, why did we get a miracle?" The curious child asked as her grandmother combed through auburn curls. 

"Well querida, when your abuela was born about 59 years ago, your bisabuela was forced to leave her home because some really mean men on horses were attacking the village she lived in. Abuela took mami, tia julieta, and tio bruno with abuelo to find a new home with many other people following them. when they crossed the river, the one just outside the mountains the bandits caught up to them.  There your bisabuelo Pedro was lost due to his sacrifice to protect abuelo mami tia and tio, when that happened abuela’s  wedding candle shone brightly, becoming magical. The Casita built itself around them, when your abuela and her siblings were of age just like you today, they received their gifts. Years later when they were old enough to marry your tia married your tio Gus and your abuela married your abuelo Felix. And soon enough after the marriages we were born. Your tia Isabela first, then me a month after, your tia Luisa two years after us and then tia Mirabel and tio Milo were born when I was 6   then your Tio Antonio. who was born when i was 16,” dolores explained, Pepa laughed nervously as her five year old granddaughter looked at her with a look of shock, “... apart from that, when antonio was 5, the miracle began to break and the house began to crack, mirabel and abuela had a huge argument after mirabel found bruno’s vision and ruined isabela’s proposal dinner, before they could finish their argument the house crumbled. mirabel tried to save the candle and the house nearly fell ontop of her, but with the last remaints of magic casita protected her from the rubble and when the dust settled everyone rushed in and was grieving the loss of the house. mirabel ran off to the river for a few days since the mountains had cracked, the entire family spent all day and night looking for her. abuela was the one who finally found her and when she returned to the destroyed casita we rebuilt the house and the miracle returned, and that is how the miracle came to be,”  dolores explained.   

Meanwhile mirabel was panicking in her room. 

"Mami, what if I screw it up? What if Celeste doesn't get a gift because of me, she deserves a gift and I want her to have the most wonderfu-" Mirabel rambles before her mother stuffed an arepa into her mouth to shut her up.

"Mi bebita, you're going to do absolutely wonderfully, just remember to stay calm. Celeste is going to get the best gift ever, and you are going to help her get that gift,” her mother reassured.  

With a sigh mirabel nodded and casita signaled it was time. Everyone went out to help settle everyone for the ceremony to start. 

"Cmon star, it's time. you'll do wonderfully yoyr papi and I will be waiting by your door, Elena too." Dolores told her sweet girl. Before walking away Celeste asked, 

"Can you have tia isabela put some pretty hibiscus flowers above my door por favor?"  

"Of course mi bebita, we'll be waiting for you," dolores said rushing off to have isabela fulfil her daughter's request. Since the Casita's fall the entire family has vowed to make gift ceremonies happy, by letting the birthday kid choose decorations and food, and who gets to be by their door when they walk up. 

"Welcome to la casa madrigal everyone, we will be welcoming another generation into the light. 

 

Fifty nine years ago our family was granted a miracle, twenty one years ago I did not receive a traditional gift, at the moment we did not know what it meant. 11 years ago our casita fell, that is when we discovered my gift, I am the next matriarch for the family, and I will be welcoming the first of a new generation of madrigal children into the light. Starting with the sweetest little star, Celeste."  Mirabel finished the flower curtains opening up on the other side of the courtyard as Celeste looked on into the room filled with people and her family. her small body quickly filled with fear but a glance at her door that had been decorated with hibiscus and she gathered her courage and began the walk toward the stairs up to her new room. 

When she reached her door Mirabel knelt down and held the child's hands in her own. 

"Do you promise to be a proud Madrigal and to serve your community, gift or not?" Mirabel asked 

Celeste nodded and Mirabel released her hands, Celeste took a step toward her door and reached for her doorknob. The light shone brightly and when it dissipated Celeste wasn't there. 

"Celeste?" Mirabel called 

"Behind you tia" the child called 

Mirabel spun around looking for the child 

"I can disappear! And walk in the shadows,"  Celeste giggled 

"Well you heard her, we have a new gift! Go on sobrina, let's see your room," Mirabel said as everyone flooded into her room. There were many acrobatic ropes and climbing structures, her bed was nowhere to be seen until she used the silk rope to swing over and was caught in her bed before jumping off and swinging into a corner of her room that had a trampoline that helped her get on and off her aerial contraptions she ran to her Mami and papi. 

"Mi estrella bebé! Do you like your room?" 

"Are you kidding? I love it Mami, I can practice my powers and tricks. Hi Evelyn!" Celeste said 

"Evelyn? Who is that bebita," Dolores asked kneeling down. This concerned her a little bit.  When she was pregnant with both of her girls, she had picked out the name Evelyn for one of them. But then the vanishing twin happened  and she ended up with just her estrella. Could she really see her twin, or was she just pulling the name out of thin air and this was all a coincidence.   

"My twin! I can see her when I'm invisible,"  

"Can you really?" Mariano asked 

"Yeah, she said that she's the twin that didn't make it, and that my gift makes me able to see her because we're both invisible and only invisible people can see each other," 

"Well can you tell her that I love her mi bebita," dolores asked

Celeste reappeared and said 

"She said she loves you too and is happy that I got an awesome gift that I can use to talk to her with," Celeste said 

With that the celebrations began, Celeste quickly got onto her hoop to explore her whole room. and everyone started to sway and dance with the music. 

After about five hours nobody could find Celeste, she probably knocked out somewhere exhausted from all the fun she had on her birthday. Dolores wasn’t worried because she could hear her daughter’s light snores in the casita from where she had no clue.

The house was growing, new doors on a new floor was added when Celeste was born. All of the original grandchildren were either married or courting someone. Isabela happily married Liv, Dolores with Mariano, Luisa with Donnie, Camilo was engaged to Dulce, their wedding set a month after Celeste’s gift ceremony, and Mirabel happily married Beckett (and his amazing butt)  when he popped the question the day after she turned 20. and sweet bebe Antonio was dating a sweet girl named Alejandria. 

As for the new generation, it was growing quickly. Obviously Celeste was the firstborn of the fourth generation, then Luisa gave birth to Elena three months after. A year later Isabela and her wife had a son named Bek  (courtesy of the new magic). A month after Bek Mirabel gave birth to sweet little Avalyn, and she's pregnant with twins her bump just beginning to show. Dolores had just given birth to twins Marie and Migel four months ago, and Isabela’s wife was 5 months pregnant with their second child. Needless to say, the family is only getting bigger.  

[auroralightsthesky]

Dos Oruguitas (Fanboy x OC)

Summary: It’s the day before the guys get home from a mission and Fanboy’s daughter is really missing her dad

Isabella would not....stop....crying.....

It broke Penny’s heart to see this tiny little black-haired girl bawling her eyes out, sucking in a breath as she kept crying hard. She felt terrible as she watched Jewel bring her into the house. 

“She’s still going at it?” Penny asked. 

“Yeah, I really hate when she’s like this,” Jewel told her. “Lo se, lo se mi corazon......Lo sé, extrañas a tu papá.”

This was the part Penny had always hated about being the den-mother, watching the other wives and the kids while the moms or dads were all off on an assignment. She felt even worse when Phoenix and her husband were away, leaving their son, Gabe, with her....no siblings, no mom or dad and the only other person to look after him being Phoenix’s father-in-law, Billy. God she hated it.....loved it and hated it at the same time. 

Guess that’s the price we pay for being a military family......she thought.

She was grateful that the no-contact orders for the others had been lifted. Maybe a little face-time would save both Issa and Jewel the trouble. She pulled up the Face Time list and immediately dialed Maverick’s number, silently cursing the others for not having given her theirs. 

“Hey hon!” she exclaimed as his face appeared on the screen. 

“Penny what’s up?” he asked. “Everything going ok?” 

“Oh Issa hasn’t stopped crying since she got home from school,” Penny explained. “Any chance Mickey’s around? I think she’s missing her dad really bad.” 

“Gimme one sec,” Maverick said. 

Isabella’s wailing had grown louder in those small few minutes, echoing down the hall of Penny and Maverick’s house. “She’s been doing that all day?” Maverick asked. 

“Yeah, ever since the kids all got off the bus this afternoon,” Penny said as a particularly loud shriek reached her ears. 

“Any idea what happened?” 

“Nope,” Penny answered. “You might wanna hurry up, I think she’s gonna get a sore throat if she keeps going.” 

“Ok, ok here,” Maverick replied as he handed the phone off to Fanboy. 

“She good? She cool?” he asked her. 

“Hang on,” Penny told him. “Issa? Isabella?” 

Isabella waddled her way into the living room from the hallway, running and still sobbing as she climbed into Penny’s lap. “Mi chica.....why are you crying?” Fanboy asked her. 

“Te extraño papá!” she blurted out. 

“Hey, mi bebé,” Fanboy said, trying to keep the tiny four year old from throwing a fit again. “I’ll be home tomorrow morning, you guys are gonna come and get us, remember?” 

Issa nodded and sniffed, wiping the tears away with the back of her tiny hand.  “¿Me cantarás papi?” she asked. 

“I will sweetheart, give daddy one second,” Fanboy told her. 

Penny and Isabella watched as Fanboy hauled out a guitar and started playing. Penny looked over at Jewel who took a seat on the arm of the couch, a smile crossing both of their faces as Fanboy started singing to Issa. 

“ Dos oruguitas enamoradas Pasan sus noches y madrugadas Llenas de hambre Siguen andando y navegando un mundo Que cambia y sigue cambiando Navegando un mundo Que cambia y sigue cambiando

Dos oruguitas paran el viento Mientras se abrazan con sentimiento Siguen creciendo, no saben cuándo Buscar algún rincón El tiempo sigue cambiando Inseparables son El tiempo sigue cambiando....”

He sang it all the way through, word for word, perfectly with a few of the guys joining in from the background. It wasn’t long before Isabella herself joined in, her tiny voice singing the words as best she could to try and match her father. Jewel couldn’t hold back any tears at all listening to her husband’s voice. She herself had been exactly where Isabella had been, but just hearing Fanboy sing gave her a reason to look forward to the homecoming. 

“ Ay, mariposas, no se aguanten más Hay que crecer aparte y volver Hacia adelante seguirás Ya son milagros, rompiendo crisálidas Hay que volar, hay que encontrar Su propio futuroAy mariposas, no se aguanten más

Hay que crecer aparte y volver Hacia adelante seguirás Ya son milagros, rompiendo crisálidas Hay que volar, hay que encontrar Su propio futuroAy mariposas, no se aguanten más Hay que crecer aparte y volver Hacia adelante seguirás Ya son milagros, rompiendo crisálidas Hay que volar, hay que encontrar Su propio futuro” 

Penny, Isabella, Jewel and even Amelia applauded when Fanboy was done, as did the boys on the other end of the call. “Alright mi corazon, I’ve gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow morning ok?” Fanboy said to Isabella. 

“Si papi” she said. “Te amo!”

“Te amo, Issa.”

When the call was done and the screen had gone black, Penny plugged her phone into the outlet on the wall with Isabella jumping from her place and running to the backyard to join the other kids. 

“Just one more day,” Penny told Jewel. 

“Yep, one day more and they’ll be home.” 

And they could hardly wait. 

[deadinside-butstill-horny]

The Night We Met

Part Three - Most Of You

Pairing: Javier Peña/ Female Murphy!Reader

Words: 10k - Word count got away from me.

Summary: We learn a little about Y/N’s past. Tequila is involved and inhibitions lowered. 

Content Warnings: Mentions of death, themes of PTSD,18+ SMUT warning, oral, fingering, dirty talk, penetrative sex. Lots and lots of consent, cause consent is sexy and you know our boy Javi is nothing if not respectful.

MASTERLIST

AO3

Author Note: I really enjoyed writing this. It’s absolutely just porn with minor plot but I have no regrets.

Got the gif from this photo set during the week because THAT’S THE SMILE I’M ON ABOUT. That cute as fuck half smile; it melts my heart. 

Part One   -  Part Two 

It just so happened that when Javier decided to stop trying to seduce you, the two of you could actually be around one another and have a good time. Well, not quite as good as that night. But in the grand scheme of things; good-ish. 

After the debauchery that had occurred outside of the church the two of you had ceremonially agreed to a ceasefire on all hostilities with your second meeting. You were equal parts surprised and disappointed that Javier had been on his best behaviour, the two of you had successfully bought the ingredients and were currently producing what was sure to be a decent breakfast without either of you ending up naked. 

He was the picture of domesticity as he sat on the counter top with a beer in his hand at 8:15am as you whisked some eggs in a bowl using a fork, you paused for a moment, taking a sip of your own beverage, then resuming your task as you threw the eggs into the too hot pan making them sizzle on the skillet. 

"No, no, no, no." Javier cried and pushed himself off of the counter as he tutted, coming to your side and placing his hand on the curve of your waist to move you out of his way. His hand slithers forward and lingers a second on your own fingers before he takes the spatula and puts space between the two of you to manage the task at hand. 

For a moment, you're perplexed. The movement itself wasn't particularly invasive or breaking from the gentlemanly persona he had adopted in the last two hours, but rather it was an act of, well, familiarity. Which reason dictates simply shouldn’t exist between the two of you. 

You had known each other for a grand total of 48 hours and that was being generous as you had been comatosed for easily 15 of those. He had a bad habit of popping up when you least expected it and disarming you with an easy smile. 

You didn’t like how he made you feel. Everything you said, you measured his reaction, a pull of his lip, a flash of his teeth or a narrow of his brow; these were his tells, well his obvious ones. 

You tried desperately to convince yourself that this was platonic analysis. It would seem you could kid Javier but you couldn’t trick yourself. You felt things for the man that you really shouldn’t after knowing him for two days. You were frustrated with the situation, he’d slept with another woman hours after your encounter. You were jealous, sure, but not betrayed.  

It was a matter of pride, that evening had somewhat extinguished the fire for the bronzed man who was currently trying to save the eggs you’d flash fried. What you were experiencing were embers. Yes, embers. The fire hadn’t completely been doused and all you had was a residual heat. A deep glowing burning heat, sure. But eventually reality would be sure to dump some more water on this fire and you wouldn’t feel this lingering need for the man, right?

“¡Espero que te gusten los huevos calientes!” Javier hollered over the sizzling with a smirk on his face as he scraped at the pan with the instrument he’d stolen from you. 

“Eggs and Hot? That’s all I got!” You question a smile warming your face, apparently his enthusiasm was contagious. 

He chuckled at your words and nodded, “Tu español no es tan malo linda dama!”

“I got nothin’ besides español,'' you shrug. Javier let out another snicker, he seemed to laugh a lot but he was missing the soft wrinkles bracketing his mustache which made you think that maybe this wasn’t his natural state. There was a light silence whilst he sliced the loaf of bread you’d picked from the store. As you were setting the table your book caught your eye from its place on the coffee table and you couldn’t resist trying out some of your newly learnt infant level language. 

“Hola Javier, mi nombre es Y/N. Mi color favorito es el Y/F/C.¡Me gustan los perros!” 

(My name is Y/N, My Favourite colour is Y/F/C. I like dogs!)

Javier turned around his expression; a picture of incredulousness. His eyebrows met in the middle of his forehead, his mustache almost touching his nose as you got a view of his brilliant white teeth in a genuine honest to god grin. If you had a camera, you’d have captured that moment.

“I’ll have to be careful around you, huh, sunshine? These new Spanish skills of yours could get me into trouble.”

“Bailar es divertido!” You exclaim using the only Spanish phrase you know.

“What?...Dancing is fun?... Where the hell did you learn this stuff?”

“Español … para... niños”

“Española para niñas” Javier corrected helpful “Unless you’ve got something you need to tell me...” 

“Damn! The masculine and feminine, they briefly touched upon the theory in Spanish for Kids. It wasn’t as in depth as you might think though.” You joke with a huff. “Hey, do you know where I can get a better translating book?”

“Learning Spanish, huh? How long are you plannin’ on staying exactly?” You jump at the addition of a third voice, Steve appears looking thoroughly rested with his voice two octaves lower than it should be.

“Well ya’ know Stevie, it’s pretty ignorant to not learn a little of the language of the country you’re in.”

“You didn’t answer the question.” Steve points out, you’d hoped he would give in and let it go considering Javier was here. Though seeing as he greeted his partner whilst grabbing a cup of coffee before turning expectantly towards yourself, your chances of skirting around the subject seemed slim. 

“I don’t have any commitments at home, not like I got the hospital waiting for me to come back. So... I’mma stay… ya know … live a little!”

“Gillian? She’s not waiting for you?”

“Nah, I quit.”

“You quit?! It took you fuckin’ ages to get that job.”

“Stevie, If I have to clean up puke in a fucking grocery store once more. I honestly don't think I can take it- don’t look at me like that. Three times is three times too many!” 

“You’re fuckin’ out of your mind. This isn’t a holiday.”

“No, but I need some change, you clearly need to get your ass kicked back in line. We both win! If you help me get a job it’ll be great… I can practically speak Spanish already....” 

“I dispute that.” Javier piped up.

“Shut up.” You say as you throw the tea towel at him. “Look Stevie. Everything’s fine. You were fine with Connie and Olivia being here. I’m a grown ass woman.” There was silence as Javier continued moving around the kitchen, only this lull was a little heavier, you chalk it up to you being the youngest and the only girl in a family with three brothers. God knows they’d been benching you your entire life. 

“Fine.” Steve huffed and sat down at the table as you and Javier served up. The man in question gave you a conspiratorial wink as you passed one another. Nothing more was said on the matter as you tucked into breakfast. Infact, pleasant conversation was kept up all through the meal until it came time for Javier and Steve to go.

“We gotta get into the embassy. Heard rumours the new boss starts soon and we need to get our ducks in a row.” Steve nodded to Javier's words. “You ready to get back in the ring?”

“Been ready for the past two weeks, man. This leave of absence was bullshit”

Steve grabs his coat as you watch expectantly, waiting for your invite to the boys club, that inevitably doesn’t come. Instead you receive a much more in character; “Stay in the apartment, for god sakes Y/N. Just for today. I’ve left my number on the pad if you need me.”

You nod noncommittally and combined with a shrug the action hits its mark as Steve sighs.

“This isn’t funny. Bogotá isn’t safe for you.” You repeat your action, this time without the shrug. He huffs but carries on out of the door, he must have realised that was as much as an acquiescence as he was going to recieve, Javier follows him but stops on the threshold. 

“Te encontraré ese libro, Guapa.” He calls out before closing the door behind him.

“no hablo español, motherfucker!” You shout after him, you vaguely hear his warm chortle as he descends down the stairs. With your legs propped up on the chair in front of you, you huff and look around the room.  The absolute assholes had left you with the washing up. Yeah, feminism was definitely taking a hit during your time in Colombia. 

Apparently the agents hadn’t got the memo about the change in gender roles, you cursed their names as you turned on the radio to some latin music and began the arduous process of cleaning the entire kitchen, including the appliances and counters you hadn’t even used. 

You then moved onto the lounge, hey, if you were going to play the role of housewife, you were going to at least be a good one. You hoovered, reorganised and dusted your ass off for at least three-ish hours before you got bored, abandoning your work for snooping, you were only human after all.  

First you looked in the medicine cabinet and found nothing good, I mean, you don’t know what crazy drugs you were expecting your brother, the DEA agent, to have in his possession but you were crestfallen with the dull discovery of a spare toothpaste, American xanax and ‘aspirina bebé’.

With a lamentful sigh you took your sleuthing into the bedroom, pulling his bedside drawer open with a hesitant hand. You don’t know what dark sexual preferences your brother and Connie may or may not have and you didn’t want to risk permanent scarring. As you open it fully you glance inside remaining tentative, your eyes first fall on the badge left behind. He must have forgotten it. You take it out and place it on the bed beside you as you continue to investigate.

Your hands find a wad of folded yellow notepad paper, the jagged edges have been ripped from the main pad in frustration. Unfolding the wad, you do a once over of the sheet in front of you. The words ‘Dear Connie,’ make you halt in your sted.  Finding a gimp mask or weed was funny, this however crossed a line. So you placed the notes back where you found them, you turned to grab the badge and place it back on top of the pile but as the light shone on the metal an idea sprung to mind.

To say you were famed for your impulse control issues was an understatement. You often acted first with no regard for the consequences, hence your presence in Colombia and your extensive shoe collection. But as you drove your brother's Jeep through the streets of Bogotá, you realised that you may finally push Steve over the edge. Already in too deep you took the final turn, following the map you had spread out on the passenger side and were greeted with the American flag. Eureka. You had taken an embarrassing amount of wrong turns but had finally arrived.

You pulled up to the barrier and smiled at the Colombian guard donned in a dark green uniform. 

“Hola, Agent Murphy DEA asked me to drop off his badge.” You wiggle the object of your deceit in his eye line. 

“Identification?” The guard asked in heavily accented English.  You shut off the car's engine as you turn to your purse and pull your driver's license out and hand it over. He inspects the plastic, looking between you and the ID before nodding and handing it back to you, definitely not a social butterfly.  He then waved to the gentleman controlling the barrier, allowing you access.  

“DEA office is to the right. Personnel only.”

“I’ll be in and out, quick as a flash.” You reassuringly smile at the man and receive only a stony glare in return. Deciding to stop pushing the apparently limitless bounds of your dumb luck you pull through the barrier and into the car park on the right. You park up in what you hope is an unreserved space and hop out of the tall vehicle.

“Right, what's the plan again?” you mumble to yourself as you pause for a second, before starting towards the cream building and hopping up the stairs. You cling to the badge like a life raft, terrified you’ll be stopped as the imposter sight-seerer you are. Now in your defence, you knew this was dumb. Steve had an important job and distracting him wasn’t helpful in the least, but you couldn’t help yourself. Stay inside- like that was ever going to happen.

So you scoured the offices of the embassy for about fifteen minutes before you decided to break and ask for help, finally stopping an american looking woman with large stylish shoulder pads and even bigger hair. 

“I’m looking for the DEA office? Steve Murphy, Javier Peña?”  She seemed to bristle at the mention of the latter.

“Take that elevator to the third floor and it's the third door on the left, but watch out for Peña, he’s a real- '' She cut herself off with a huff, before nodding your way and walking off.

No shit, sister. 

Following the potentially scorned woman's instructions you found yourself in the DEA Bogotá headquarters; only Steve and Javier were nowhere to be seen.  

Fuck.

You looked around the room taking a slight step back getting ready to turn on your heel as an older white haired man entered the room. 

“Hey Newbie, I need two copies of each of these and I need these faxed to the team in Medellín.”

“Uh-”

“I needed them there yesterday, so get to it.” He dumps the two huge piles of files into your arms as you stare at him bemused. Looking back you still don’t know why you didn’t say anything, but you rolled up your sleeves and whipped out that can-do attitude and got to work, at what was apparently your new guerilla admin job. And that is how Javier and Steve found you two hours later, fighting with a fax machine and on the phone to the office in Medellín.

“No- I understand how the machine works… Yes… Yes I’ve turned it off and on, I think the problems on your side… No I don’t- Well Weaver needed the case file there yesterday so you need to figure something out! Yes… Yes I’ll hold. “ You turned when you heard steps behind you, pressing the receiver between your head and your shoulder and holding the fax machine manual. 

“Hey Guys!” You say cheerily, pretending like this was completely normal, like you hadn’t just dropped into Steve’s life and then surprised him every step of the way. 

“What in the hell are you-” Steve started, however the woman on the other side of the phone decided to pick up, you held up one finger to the two of them as a pause. 

“Oh, Hey Salome, It’s no problem… that’s great, I'll give it a try.” You drop the manual and press the green button on the fax machine, the machine begins making the whizzing sound you’d been chasing for the past twenty minutes. “Sounds all good on my end. Right, that's great I’ll send the rest across now. Thanks, have a nice day!”

“Am I high, right now? What the fuck is going on?” Steve’s tone matched his face with the disbelief painted upon it.  He had taken a seat at the desk which just so happened to be next to the fax machine and copier. Javier sat at his own in front of the typewriter with a smirk on his face lighting up a cigarette.

“Uh, well... I came to give you your badge cause’ you forgot it at home and then Weaver asked me to do some copies. Turns out that security here is pretty lax, cause’ I’ve been copying and faxing classified case files for the past two hours and no one seems to know or care that I don’t work here.” Steve’s eye all but twitched as he rubbed at his face. He reached into his bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and began pouring himself a glass.

“Fine.” He actually shrugged after downing the drink in one. Damn, You weren’t sure which had broken him, yourself or Colombia. “Better you’re here where I can keep tabs on you...Javi, can we get her an actual job?”

“I’ll run it by Messina,” Javier shrugged as he stood from behind his desk. “Probably best not to mention the perusal of classified cases though.”

So that’s how the three of you ended up at dinner celebrating your new job four days later, you were officially an office administrator for the DEA in Colombia, heading to the CNP base of operations in Medellín alongside your brother and his partner as their administrator, well, from what you understood, you were their dogsbody.  Your Spanish speaking ability had been greatly exaggerated but you were undeniably overqualified for the position, so, pending a background check you were through doors. 

Your interview with Steve and Javi’s boss; Messina, had been nerve wracking and your Murphy name had won you no favours. 

You’d given it your best and from what you could see you’d managed to convince her you were worth your salt. 

Yep, you’d proved yourself totally capable and more importantly, completely willing to move around 8 hours away to Medellín to live on an army base where a drug cartel was incredibly active. According to Javi this had apparently made you a very appealing hire to the DEA.  As such you were being sent along with the boys to help out on the front line, well, as close to the front line as an admin/dogsbody gets.

The three of your glasses clinked in unison, before you drained your shot with a regretful gasp, Tequila was the devil. 

“Thank you to Javi, for not only saving my sister from her stupidity once, but twice… or is it three times now?!” Steve lifted his second shot as he gave his heartfelt speech. Picking up the lime you’d just sucked the juice out of you launched it at him, missing by some margin. He let out what could only be described as a snigger as both him and Javi threw their second shots back.

If you were completely honest with yourself, you were wasted. 

The three of you had enjoyed a meal and many, many subsequent drinks. Knowing full well the two men had a distinct advantage of having had at least a year to pickle their livers in whiskey from the stress of this place, you had insisted that for every two drinks they had, you had one. . 

Still, six drinks in with no sign of stopping you felt better than you really had any right to. The room had yet to start spinning and for those small mercies, you were thankful.

“Nah, Thankyou to you both! I’ve heard Medellín is lovely this time of year!”

“Well, you won’t know. You’ll be spending all of your time on base, where it’s safe.”

“Steve-”

“Non-negotiable. You wanna come to Medellín, fine. But you do what I say, and no Y/N’s day out like in Bogotá.” 

“Dude, you’re such a buzz-kill!”

“Dude? What are you 15?!” Javier jokes with a cigarette between his lips. You’d been here only a week and yet he’d managed to navigate how to defuse an impending Murphy fight from a mile away.

“You should’a seen her at 15. Those teeth!”

“Ya’ got any pictures?” Javi asks, half distracted with flagging down the waitress and showing her five fingers.

“Really Steve, you wanna go there? After the earring incident?” Javier turns his full attention on you. 

“Murphy had an earring?”

“No-” Steve tries to interrupt.

“Yep, a nice little hoop.”

“I didn’t…”

“It got caught on his windbreaker and he ripped it out of his ear, it got infected.”

“Wind breaker?” Javier was biting his lip and staring at your brother, not really trying so hard to contain his laughter.

“Can’t think why I didn’t want you around, Sis. Look- I was trying something out; It didn’t work, so I moved on.” You wait a beat, allowing Javier to take in the information before you helpfully and without prompt drop a nugget of information for the Hispanic man.

“... He had to go to hospital.” A chortle burst unintentionally from Javier’s chest as your comment caught him by surprise. 

“Y/N!” Steve burst out in frustration, making you cackle with glee.

“Okay, Okay.” You hold your hands in mock surrender as the waitress drops another round of drinks on the table.

“Let’s head over to the discotheque, live music- no Sicario’s. Big with Bogotá policia so very safe.” Javier pitched like he was speaking to a child as he tried to convince Steve. He knew you were in from the excitement that lit up your form.

“I don’t know, dancing-”

“Would be good for you! Come on Steve, this place is closing soon anyway-” You counter, only to be cut off as he frantically looks at his watch. 

“What time is it- I promised I’d phone Con tonight- FUCK!” He stood quickly grabbing the table to steady himself and ran to the phone box just outside of the bar, you could just about see him from where you sat in the window booth besides Javi.

The two of you looked at one another for a moment, you weren’t quite at the level where conversation came easy, but you weren’t uncomfortable by any means.

“Thanks for talking to Messina for me… honestly. You’ve done so much for me since I got here.”

“Like I said, it’s no problem, guapa.” He smiles at you, not a smirk for once but a delighted easy smile that rarely graces his face. “I saw your CV.”

“Oh.” The smile drops off of your face, his eyes analyse your reaction, the easy smile replaced by a sombre expression. 

“Yeah, Oh. You were a doctor, a surgeon? I thought you mopped up vomit in a grocery store in Miami?”

“It’s complicated.” You gave him no further explanation, you expected him to move on, except Javier wasn’t like other people, he didn’t make things easy. He stared at you expectantly with those deep brown questioning eyes.  “Christ, okay. Yes I was in my final year of residency, not quite a surgeon.”

“How does that happen?”

“How does what happen?” You question, you know you’re being difficult but this isn’t something you’ve talked about with Steve, for Godsakes. He did that trick once more, hitting you with those soul-full eyes. 

Honestly, it was lucky you weren’t working for Escobar, forget waterboarding, all Javi would have to do was look at you to get you to give up your darkest secrets. “Things didn’t go my way, I wasn’t happy there. The hours were long and that shit was heavy.” 

He didn’t seem satisfied with your answer but he didn’t push any further, finally respecting your reluctance, he nodded. Stubbing out his cigarette and tilting his head towards the shots he asked “...Another?” 

“Why not?” You reply hesitantly.

Taking the salt you go to shake it onto the back of your hand when a tanned one stops your movement in its wake.

“No, no, no. Let’s do it a little different.” His eyes shot up to where your brother was leaning against the phone booth before he took your hand in his. Adjusting his grip he lifts your wrist to his mouth. Your heart is beating in your ears as you watch as his pink tongue pokes out and laps one, twice at your pulse point. A long line of saliva is left on your wrist as he shakes the salt over it. His eyes meet yours for a moment, as if asking permission. 

You don’t know how you even instruct your brain to nod, but regardless you carry out the action. Javi brings his mouth to your wrist once more in one solid stroke of his talented tongue, your eyes clamp closed as he finishes swiping up the salt before draining both the tequila and lime.

You’re breathing heavy as you open your eyes, to find those mahogany ones laser focused on you.

“You missed a step.” You mumble, your eyes never leaving his as you hold the lime up to his mouth, rind first. His teeth close over it and his lips just barely graze your fingertips. You turn to check on Steve, thankfully your brother has his back to the two of you, deep in conversation with Connie. Probably for the best, given your plan.

You turn sideways to face Javi, lifting one of your legs up onto the booth and bending it at the knee to get a vantage point. The alcohol coursing in your veins gives you the courage as one  hand wraps around his neck and the other his shoulder, you lean forwards to give one long solitary lick up his neck, right on the pulse. You taste his sweat stained skin, salty and warm on your tongue. 

Reaching for the shaker, you apply it liberally, smiling as you drop some of it down his t-shirt. Though from the stare he seemingly refused to remove from you, you don’t think he much cared.  Once you considered your job done, you turned back and pushed his head to the side and began licking the salt from his neck, this time you tortured him with three small cat licks along the flesh, you felt his neck tense as his hand moved from its place on the pleather booth and wrapped around your thigh. 

You reached back to the table and sank your shot. Wincing you turned back to Javier, leaning forward to grab the lime from his mouth. As you did so, he dropped it purposefully, staring directly into your eyes, a clear challenge, before he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you forward locking your lips in a devastating kiss. He tasted of lime, tequila and just Javier; that unexplainable component which was both sweet and smoky. His tongue plundered the depths of your mouth, seemingly uncaring of your brother who was mere metres away. Your hands roved his chest before locking in the short hair on the nape of his neck. 

Unexpectedly it was Javi who broke the kiss. The two of you paused with your foreheads meeting, much like the night you met.  He seemed to be trying to regain control.

“Meet me in the bathroom?” You whisper, rubbing your nose against his beautifully angular hooked one. He breathed out heavily through his nose, his eyes opening and pushing you away by your shoulders.

“No, I’m not gonna fuck you in the fucking bathrooms of a filthy fucking bar- are you crazy?” Behind his eyes a rage and arousal battled, apparently you had rattled him with your question, he reached forward for his whiskey, and took a sip whilst shaking his head and trying to centre himself. “I’m giving you whiplash? Yeah that’s real cute. You change what you want every single fuckin’ day, then look at me like I’m a dick.”

You supposed he had a point, after all you had been the one to ask for the redo and then stared at him longingly every day since. “It’s not an easy situation to navigate, ok? I came here for Steve-”

“You didn’t come here for Steve.” He uttered under his breath, staring straight ahead with his elbow perched on the table and holding the glass to his mouth.

“Excuse me?”

“You didn’t come here for Steve, not completely. You came here for you.”

“That’s not-” Javier turns to you, locking you down with his gaze. It was easy to forget he was a cop; observative and attentive to a fault, he could call your bullshit from a mile away. 

“Everything you’ve done since you got here, that’s not for him. You’re desperate for some life back in those veins. You don’t just give up being a fuckin’ surgeon and feel fulfilled with your position at a fuckin’ grocery store, Sunshine.”

“Wow, you’ve got me pegged, huh? No wonder they’ve got you after Escobar, best detective on the fucking case.” You roll your eyes refusing to look at him, sipping a beer as a way of hiding how he’s unnerved you. Everything he’s saying true and you’re ashamed of yourself.

“You don’t come down to the embassy if you’re trying to make your brother's life easier. I’m not criticizing Guapa, but how about cutting the bullshit messiah complex.”

You’re embarrassed and trying to look anywhere but him. His hand reaches for your own as Steve rounds the corner, the tanned fingers instead lock around the shot glass in front of you. 

“So, what’d I miss?”  Your voice is lodged in your throat, you don’t think you could speak even if you could think of the words you wanted to use. Javi answers in some nondescript way you don’t even really listen to before ordering another round of drinks.

“Y/N/N, You alright?” Steve asked, ever the concerned brother.

(your nickname)

“Yeah, Javi- uh, he saw my cv.” It wasn’t a complete lie but you still feel bad for using past trauma to make your brother skirt around the issue in the way you knew he would.

“Oh, Uh… Drink?” Steve stared at you, uneasy. 

“Yeah, a drink would be great.” Your voice is monotone to even your ears, you reach forward and down the beer in front of you, desperate for this awkwardness to be over and the feeling in the pit of your stomach to vanish. You’re happy to say after around ten minutes of the two men holding up the conversation, it atleast eases slightly.

There’s a lull as you all wait drinks arrive and you have managed to regain your basic motor skills. This is the selfishness Javi is talking about. Steve needs a good night, without feeling crappy about his damaged sister stealing the lime-light. So putting your best foot forward you look across to Javi and smile.

“So, how was Connie?”

“She’s good! She’s enjoying getting back to work, her sister’s having Liv during the day.” Guilt swells in your stomach once again. You should be there making Connie’s life easier, but instead you abandoned her to play the hero in Colombia. The shame spiral is slowly clawing at your stomach, as you force yourself to take a deep breath. 

“That’s good…” You’re saved by the bell, or rather the waitress bringing over the tray of beverages. Taking your beer first, you reach across and controversially take two of the shots. Both men chuckle at your bravado as Javi asks the woman for an extra shot.

The night continued on much like that, minus the regret whirlwind as the tequila seemed to help get rid of any real self reflection. The three of you didn’t even make it to the discotheque, as by the time the bar closed, the three of you began the short walk home, you were carrying the large box of pizza that you had insisted on ordering.

Surprisingly, Steve was the drunkest of your trio. His phone call with Connie had sent him into his own spiral. He began drinking tequila like it was water, to the point Javier had thrown in the towel, deciding he’d much rather like to live to see tomorrow. So with your pizza in one arm and your other wrapped around your brother's waist, you and Javi half carried Steve home and up the stairs into the apartment. 

The two of you unceremoniously dumped him on his bed, carefully you placed the pizza box you had cradled to your breast on the chest of drawers before you stepped forward past Javier. 

You pulled Steves boots off of his feet and pulled his legs up onto his bed, taking his belongings out his pockets; yes, including his gun, you placed them on the bedside table. You then placed a glass of water and an aspirin next to them, feeling sympathy for his head tomorrow morning. 

Happy that your job was done, you shut the light off and went into the living room, once again cradling the pizza. Javier was slouched on the sofa/your bed flicking through your Spanish introduction book, as you entered the room he threw it back on the table and pointed at the empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table.

“Got any more?”

“Think, that was his last one…” you shrug.

“Come down to mine for a drink? I don’t like how we left things.”

“No more talking?” Javier looks at you reproachfully, scanning your body as if the direct proposition you’d accidentally given him was the last thing he expected. “Uh- I mean- no more hard questions and no more...touching.”

“Alright.” He nods, pushing himself up with a sigh. “But if there’s no more touching, I get half of that pizza Sunshine.”

You nod and smile, following him down the stairs to his apartment. As you cross the threshold emboldened by tequila, you don’t dwell on your self destructive tendencies as Javier’s recent comments would’ve made you if you were sober. 

You’re tired and all you want is a drink of whiskey, some pizza and for Javier to give you that smile, the one that makes the side of his mustache raises and reveals the pearly white of his teeth. Dropping the pizza down on the coffee table you make yourself at home, sitting very deliberately on the couch he hadn’t screwed someone else on. If he notices, Javi didn’t say anything. 

He hurried over, cigarette balanced in between his lips as both hands were taken up. One holding two glasses and the other cradling the whiskey. He sits himself down with considerably more grace than you had, on the other sofa. You reach down the side of the sofa where you spy the remote peeking out from beneath the leather cushion and begin skimming through the channels until you find the telenovelas you'd unironically begun watching since arriving in Colombia.

Opening the box of Pizza, you take a slice and begin devouring the meal. It’s not quite like pizza as you know it, but it's tasty and full of carbs to soak up the alcohol so you can’t find a fault with it.  The two of you eat in silence for around half an hour.

It seemed neither of you were eager to break the silence after the daunting conversation from earlier. It’s as you’re taking your first sip of whiskey watching two women argue in Spanish on the television you decide to speak.

“I figure I owe you some answers.”

“You don’t owe me shit, Sunshine.” He’s leaning back in his seat, whiskey balancing on his knee and a fresh smoke in his hand.  “Sure I’m intrigued, but I'll figure you out in the end. Miami’s own angel of death?”

You chuckle at how close to the mark he is as he makes a shot in the dark. “I’m gonna need a refill if we’re gonna talk about our feelings…”

“Feelings… woah, woah, woah. I didn’t sign up for that.” He has a brazen smirk on his face, as he takes the now empty glass from your palm and fills it up. You down a second and he repeats the task.

“I killed a kid,” You wheeze as you wince from the burn turning your head towards the television and nursing the now full whiskey glass between your hands. “You asked why I gave up becoming a surgeon. I... I was the lead resident on a fuckin’ appendectomy. I could do that shit in my sleep. I perfed the abdominal wall as I was geting ready to close him up; a tiny fucking knick. There were no bleeders and his vitals remained normal, didn’t even notice I’d done it.  It was as they were taking him back to the ward, he just crashed.”  

You finish another glass and as your eyes water, you pretend it's the burn of the alcohol. You breathe heavy, your upper lip quivering. You’ve heard of the sensation but never felt it. 

“I froze. I opened him up in the lift, by the time I got back in there, he’d bled out. A twelve year old; Justin Miller. Just a fucking kid.” Javi doesn’t try to interrupt or make you feel better, which honestly made the whole thing easier. 

“His mom sued the shit out of me and the hospital, can’t say I blame her. I took a sabbatical and when it was time to go back, I couldn’t. Couldn’t go into the OR without having a fuckin’ panic attack.” You hadn’t met Javi’s eyes for the entirety of the one-sided conversation, scared that when you looked up you’d no longer find those treacle eyes filled with warmth. 

Silence fills the air for a devastating second whilst Javier digests your words.

“You fucked up.” He mumbled finally,  your eyes shot up to his own and within the pools of chocolate you found his usual warmth, though his customary jovial expression was suddenly somber. Such an expression looked strange on the gentle man you’d come to know, but you knew it was far from out of place. “In our line of work, you mess up; someone dies. It’s not fair or easy, just is what it is.”

You don’t have a word for the noise you make, somewhere between a scoff and a gasp. You chuckle as his response to years of complex trauma you’ve never recovered from is boiled down to five simple words.

“It is what it is.” You repeat disbelieving.

“Can’t change the past. Useless to try.”

“Stuff it down with the brown?” You ask, lifting your empty glass in a cheers.

“Exactly, Guapa.” He unscrewed the whiskey bottle and began pouring you a generous portion. As he’s screwing the lid back on he sits back down, this time though he’s on the couch next to you. “Maybe someday I’ll get teary and we can talk about my fuck ups.”

Your only response is to punch at his hard thigh next to you as you take a long sip, thinking about the information you’d willingly just divulged to Javi.  “I’ve never talked about that before.”

“Not with Steve?”

“Not with anyone. I was ashamed for a long time, still am. But it’s different now; more manageable.”

“Ready to operate then, Doctor Murphy?”

“Asshole.” You say with a reluctant smile to the joke at your own expense.

“pendejo” he leaned back on the sofa as he translated. 

“pen-dejo?”

“Si muy bueno.”

“Another!” 

“Coger!”

“Co-g-er?”

“Si insistes…” He trails off with a smirk.

“You’re a dick.” 

“Yes, I am.”

After placing your drink on the coffee table, you lean over to Javi slowly, refusing to break eye contact, all the while and you lay your head on the plush leather of the sofa; nearer his shoulder than his own face. 

“Thankyou, Javi.” 

“I keep telling you, Sunshine. It’s nothing”

“It’s everything,” You close the distance and place a kiss on his lips. It’s neither heavy nor chaste, like when he initiated them. This is full of meaning, It speaks of letting go of the past and welcoming the future, it's deep and warm and delicious. Your tongue licks at his own as your hand rises to rest on his cheek holding him there, you explore the depths of his mouth instead of conquering them. He tastes of the whiskey and somehow residual tequila, you find yourself getting drunk off of the taste of him. 

Pulling away you rest your forehead against his own. “I’m so tired… and drunk.”

“Sleep with me.”

“Javier, you said- I mean, I don’t think-”

“No, sleep. Just sleep... with me. Gotta be better than the couch up there,”

“No funny business?”

“Scouts honor.”  After a moment of contemplation you decide that this was specifically breaking the rules of your selfishness, the tequila may have altered your perception of the rules somewhat but you had wanted this man for so long. After your emotional confession, falling asleep next to him seemed cathartic.

You take the remote once more and click the red power button, the screen goes black as Javier has already disappeared into his bedroom. You hear him rummaging around in his drawers as you cross the threshold. Once he’s seemingly found what he was looking for, he holds the article up to your inspecting eye. 

It’s a plain olive green v-neck tee, nothing particularly special about it, but it would do as pyjamas, so you accept it gratefully, much preferring a tshirt to the sundress you’d worn out to dinner. You push the straps off of your shoulders, letting them fall under your armpits as you clutch the dress to your front. You pull Javier's t-shirt over your head and are greeted by the fragrance you’d come to love. It smelt like washing powder, spice and cigarette smoke, you wouldn’t say smoke was on your top tier of smells list but it reminded you of Javi so you couldn’t bring yourself to turn your nose up at it. 

Once the shirt was covering all the important bits, you lowered your dress and stepped out of the offending cloth. 

“A little late for modesty, eh?” He smirks as he lights his cigarette, leaning against the pillows of the bed. He was referring to the morning after you’d arrived in Colombia, where you’d walked through this very apartment, bare as the day you were born. 

At some point Javi had rid himself of his dress shirt and dropped onto the bed still wearing his jeans. You shimmy your bra down the sleeve of the tee, to make a point. Winking at him as you finally pull it free. You fling it on top of where your dress lay abandoned. 

“You’re still a perv for that.” You smile fondly at the man as you clamber over to your side of the bed. He’d taken the left, closest to the door. He doesn’t reply as you make yourself cosy, under the thin blanket of the duvet.

You roll over to face him, he seems to be miles away. 

“Where’d you go?” You ask softly, though he startles still. 

“I’m right here,” He deflects, leaning over to the ash tray to stub the smoke out.

“Ok…” You roll your eyes as he turns off the lamp and lies flat on the bed next to you. The two of you are silent for a while. It’s not quite awkward but it's definitely not comfortable silence, the two of you know the implications of your decision tonight. Even if Javi is being a perfect gentleman. Your eyes have yet to acclimate to the dark as you stare out trying to search for his form. 

“Stop staring at me.”

“It’s dark, I’m not staring at anything.” You reply to his childish remark. You hear a chuckle catch in his throat. He seems then to have finally made his decision, he reaches forward and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest. You go to stop him, but there's nothing to stop. He makes no further move as he holds you there. Your cheek rests on the overheated skin of his pectoral, it has just enough give to be comfier than any pillow you’ve ever encountered. 

“Maybe, I’ll tell you about my fuck ups one day.” He whispers into your hair, despite the way he says it being non-committal there's a promise behind the words. You don’t reply, already drifting off into the best sleep you’ve had since arriving in Colombia, or perhaps ever. 

A part of your brain registers Javi placing a kiss on the crown of your head as your eyes finally shut, though it is quickly replaced by the singular thought of ‘God, I hope I don’t drool all over him.

                                                       “You sober?” You look up at the clock on the bedside table that reads 5am. You’d been asleep for about four hours. You make a non committal noise in your throat. 

“Javi?” You mumble sleepily, the man behind you is peppering kisses on your neck.

“You want this?” Again you groan, this time however, you nod your head. His arm rises to wrap around your neck, arching your back to get you closer to him. “Do you want this?”

“God yes.” You gasp, pushing your hips back against his bulge. His hands release your stomach as he kisses down your neck once more. His hands are hard on your flesh as they map out your body in the dark.

His hands continue to roam your body as they slide under his shirt, they land on your breasts, he can’t help himself as he weighs them in his hand. He groans in your ear at the feel of them in his palm. You’d always had Javier down as an ass man, he’d nearly burnt a hole through your jeans the night you’d met. But apparently Javi was a man of many tastes as he worshiped your nipple with the pads of his fingers, rolling the sensitive bud through his thumb and forefinger. 

You groan at the sensation and push yourself back into him, desperate to feel every inch of his body against your own. You pull away suddenly and he makes a guttural sound in the back of his throat, though all of his questions are answered as you pull his shirt over your head and throw the offensive fabric across the room. As Quick as a flash he’s back on you, his mouth attached to your neck, giving you absolutely no quarter. 

He’s the one bucking into you this time and that seems to awaken part of your brain, your hands reach behind you they’re clumsy from sleep and the angle you have is awkward, you struggle with the button of his jeans for a second before his hand leaves one of your breasts to undo it for you. His hand returns as quickly as it left though it doesn't stay there for long as it slowly roves south, stroking the flesh of your stomach and making your entire being tighten up in anticipation as he feels you through your boy shorts. His touches are light at first, testing and exploring your body, before his fingers begin teasingly rubbing at your clit seeming to delight in the way, your wetness seeped through your underwear.

You force your brain back to the task at hand as your hand finds his abdomen and lowers through the hair lurking below his zipper, mimicking the actions he had performed on you moments before, however you have no intention of teasing. 

They find their mark, and you have to stop yourself from gasping. You’d felt him on the sofa that night but my god, your imagination hadn’t done him justice as your hand just about closed around him as you pumped him awkwardly behind you. He groaned in your ear and began whispering in a blend of Spanish and English.

His hands rise to dip under your panties, they brush across your mound before they find their home. His fingers barely touch you at first, seeming to be getting the lay of the land. After a moment of teasing, a single solitary finger swipes slowly along your slit, gathering the evidence of your arousal on his fingers. 

He groaned in your ear. “So fucking wet, that sweet little cunt is so ready for me…” Instantaneously you lose all motor skills as your body goes into shock, Javier’s dirty mouth would be the death of you.

Fucksake Y/N he wasn’t even inside of you, yet here you were writhing in his arms like a wanton whore from a single sentence. 

Your reaction seemed to spur him on as he let go of your body and rolled you onto your back. He swung around on his knees to fit between your legs. His hands rested on your hips, gripping onto the panties that lay there before he rolled them down your legs and threw them behind him. He leaned forward on his elbows, to stare at the most intimate part of you. 

Javi began kissing down your thighs, placing small bites along the sensitive skin along the way, getting closer and closer to the throbbing warmth of your pussy. 

“I meant what I said, cariño. I want to know how you taste.” Your mind is brought back to that church, the way he had you pushed against those bars, you didn’t think your body could constrict any further. You were desperate for any kind of contact. And you knew right there and then that you had been right; This man would destroy you. 

He struck then, much like a cobra towards his prey. His tongue flattened against your warmth, breaching your folds and catching on your clit.  The tip of his tongue was skilled as it danced along your bud, drawing cry after cry from you as your hands grabbed at his short ink black hair. 

He takes one final lap at your swollen clit before his tongue goes lower, he pushes through and sinks his tongue inside of you. His nose, that you’d appreciated for its character bumped perfectly against your clit making stars shoot behind your eyes.  You clenched around his tongue, desperate to be filled, he seemed to get the message as two fingers were quickly buried in your aching hole. 

“So fucking tight,  Guapa, I don’t know if I can fit three...te lo vas a tomar tan bien.” His tongue had risen back up to your clit, the combination of the vibration and filth of his words made a whimper drop from your lips, before he started rotating his tongue in circles around your swollen bud as his two fingers pumped in and out of your cunt at a thundering pace drawing you closer and closer to the edge as the minutes went by.

Finally, his fingers curled inside you as he sucked your clit into his mouth and all at once you were pushed off the cliff. You couldn’t tell what pushed you over that first peak so quickly, maybe it was the fact that it was Javier, the man who had been plaguing your dreams since you arrived in Colombia, currently between your legs devouring your cunt like a starving man, perhaps it was a culmination of five days of foreplay, but whatever the reason, when you fell, you fell fucking hard. 

You clenched around Javi’s fingers like a vice, so much so he hissed into your pussy and began thrusting his fingers faster. Spots clouded your vision as your whole body curved upwards and around the man giving you this pleasure as your legs clamped around his head and your fingers must have scratched his scalp as your hips thrust, riding his face to your peak. You were as taut as bowstring before the tension finally snapped and your body exploded in euphoria. You let out a cry as you crescendo on Javi's talented tongue.

He didn’t stop straight away, even after your body slumped back against the bed, he coaxed you through the aftermath of your orgasm, lapping at your entrance and drinking your come like it was the most delicious wine he’d ever sampled, groaning all the while.

Finally, he pushed himself forward, kissing at your thighs, your mound and finally your stomach as he came to rest over you, holding all his weight on his elbows. His face met your own as he kissed you deep, fucking your mouth with his tongue as he had done your pussy moments before. He leans back rubbing at your stomach, at your hips, at any flesh he can get his hands on. 

“Sabes mejor de lo que podría haber imaginado precioso.” He whispers against your breast as his mouth locks around your nipple. Javier Peña speaking Spanish did things to you, even if he hadn’t been stimulating your breasts you knew for a fact you’d be just as wet from hearing him speak in what you could only assume was a first language from the ease with which it left his mouth. You wished more than anything you could understand what was undoubtedly the filth coming from his mouth. 

You had recovered enough from his assault on your clit, to move your hands from your sides. They raised up and traced the tanned skin on his chest. He really was beautiful. He pulled back to stare at you, giving you a clearer view of his body.

He was muscled yet lithe and you took a self indulgent moment, committing the sight of him to memory, before your hands wrapped around his cock, which was standing to full attention through the undone zip of his jeans. He was what must have been unbearably hard, if you’d have had light to see, you had no doubt the head of his cock would be purple, straining with need. You pushed his jeans further down, recruiting your feet to push them down over his ass. Your hands roamed down to squeeze at the bountiful offering of meaty flesh. 

He chuckled as you pinched his cheek, before lifting his knees one at a time and kicking his jeans off of the bed and before you knew it he was lining himself up, brushing the head of his cock through your wet folds. Despite his groan at the contact, he had the discipline to check a final time. “This is what you want, Y/N?”

You didn’t bother to answer, you pushed his hand away from his cock, and pushed it towards your hole. You pushed your hips up against him in lieu of an answer, welcoming the head of his cock inside you. Even though all you could manage was shallow entry, the feel of him inside of you was glorious. 

 His hands, those talented, glorious hands found your own, wrapping his significantly larger ones around yours above your head. He pushed forward with one strong thrust of those lithe hips and he buried himself balls deep inside of you, rooted so deep you swear you could feel him in your cervix. He was everywhere, he was plundering every inch of you as his body surrounded your own, heat built between the two of you as sweat began coating both of your bodies. 

Every thrust brought you closer to your second peak, turning your head you couldn’t resist trying to get him to claim your mouth too. Though you couldn’t quite reach far enough to make contact, as if reading your mind Javier bent his elbow pushing his torso forward, coincidently pounding deeper into your body as your lips joined in a messy kiss.  He was fucking into you slow and deep, his tongue began following the rhythm of his cock as he claimed every single part of you as his own. 

The pace was brutally slow, just enough to get you to that edge and keep you on it, you could barely speak. You felt like you were drowning in Javier and every time you came up for air he bottomed out, meeting your hips with his own and the wave of pleasure cut off the oxygen all over again.

“Please… Javi…”

“W-what do you want Sunshine?” He panted out continuing with his slow tempo.

“Faster...please... God.” He ignored your cry for speed and continued fucking you into the matress at his own pace, though his thrusts were just as slow but they were harder. His hips hit against your own, as he put all of his power behind them, getting as deep as he could. If you didn’t know better you’d think he was trying to tunnel through to your womb. You clenched at the thought as he fucked you deep and hard. 

“... Javi…” You cried his name, a desperate plea as he kept you suspended over your peak, refusing to let you free fall. Finally he huffed, taking your legs and throwing them over his shoulders.

“You want me to fuck you properly, huh, Guapa?” He began thrusting into you at an arduous pace, the room was filled with your cries, his grunts and slapping of your connecting skin. Those telling black spots were clouding your vision, your second orgasm of the evening was fast approaching. Once again you clenched down on Javi’s thick cock. 

“I’m gonna’ come.” His hand lowered and began rubbing at your clit, not pausing for a moment as he fucked you thoroughly. 

“ven por mí...ven sobre mi polla… fuckin’ Sunshine, fucking taking my cock…. buena niña, podría follarte todo el día.” The second he lost his brain and began muttering in Spanish was the moment you were gone. You came for the second time as he was relentlessly hammering into you, drawing your orgasm from you. Your whole body braced against him, your eyes squeezed shut as you clamped down around his cock, milking him tightly.

“Fuck!” He growled at the tightness surrounding him. 

After a few moments he pulled out, quickly grabbing your and flipping you onto your stomach, after placing a pillow under your hips. He then buried himself back inside of you to the hilt his groans mixing with your own at the sensation. He kept up the pace he had before but this time the angle was deeper as he forced your legs together with his thighs. 

Javi’s hands grabbed at your ass (perhaps he was an ass man after all) slapping the meaty flesh which resided there and then instantly kneaded the tissue he’d just abused. His hands rose to carresse the skin of your hips before he took a punishing grip on them and began fucking you in earnest. Javier taking his pleasure from your body whilst you lay a drooling mess from the orgasm he’d already gave you was an image you didn’t know would turn you on, but it made you clench around his shaft as it plundered your depths. 

He began speaking again, though they were lost in a mix of Spanish and English, so much so you couldn’t differentiate. His pace was relentless and finally you felt him begin to shake as he gasped above you

“¿dónde?...w...where?”

“Come inside me, Javi.” He groaned at words and continued pounding until his hips stuttered and he brought it home and buried himself deep inside, filling you to the brim with his seed.  

The two of you lay there breathing heavy trying hard to get your breath back, half of his weight on top of you and the other half resting on the mattress.His cock was slowly going soft inside of you, yet you felt no urgency to move.

“So much for scouts honor, huh?” You ask from behind a veil of hair, turning your face which had been buried in the mattress moments before. Your voice is hoarse; completely wrecked much like the rest of you. 

He’s silent for a moment of consideration, before he leans forward in the moonlight and pushes your hair from your face. The action makes his cock shift inside of you and a little of his release spills out onto your thighs. He continues anyway and places a soft kiss on your lips before whispering “... I was never a boy scout, cariño.”

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26. “Is that blood?” “…no…?” With Nevada?

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You walked into the club, nodding at the bouncer as you sauntered right past him while desperate peons outside in the line yelled objections and obscenities at you. You just turned around and flashed them an obnoxious smile and a middle finger.

“Campesinos,” You rolled your eyes as you walked across the club, up some stairs into the suite. You were greeted by two more bouncers with guns, standing at attention like soldiers.

“Boys,” You crossed your arms waiting for them to let you pass.

“...He needs a minute, mi reina,” One of them told you.

“Excuse me?” You sneered. “Did you just deny your queen, you little cara de mierda??”

“Lo siento, senorita,” The other one responded. “‘Vada requested it,”

“...You let me in there right now if either of you want to keep your cajones,” You pulled a gun from a holster attached to a garter under your dress and aimed it right at one of the man’s testicles.

“...Por favor, no,” He jumped out of your way, terrified of losing his crown jewels.

“Bueno,” You smirked as you patted his cheek. “Good boy,”

You strolled past them into Nevada’s office, his big leather chair behind his desk was faced away from you. You could him muttering obscenities in spanish with random sounds of anguish.

“Vada? Baby?” You called, startling him.

“Ow! Fuck!” You heard him yell angrily. You ran over and spun his chair to face you, he was stitching up a wound on his leg. Your voice had caused him to stab the sewing needle straight into the middle of it, causing more blood to trickle out.

“Oh my god, Vada,” You gasped in horror. “Is that blood?”

“....No?” His lie was absolutely futile, clearly he was bleeding all over his fine leather pants.

“Baby,” You made a sad pout face. “mi pobre bebé,”

“I’m a grown man, Y/N,” He growled. “I don’t need sympathy,”

“Doesn’t mean you’re not gonna get it, puto,” You rolled your eyes as you took the needle from him and finished threading it through his skin. You tied it off and picked the bottle of vodka he had gotten to disinfect it and poured it over the sewn injury.

“Ah! Mierda!” He bit his fist in angry pain.

“Don’t be a baby, cabron,” You shook your head before kissing the top of his head. “All better, si?”

“Yeah yeah, gracias mi vida…” He grumbled but a small smile crept across his face. He wouldn’t admit it but he liked being taken care of, especially by you.

“Anything for you, mi rey,” You grinned as you kissed him deeply.

What would he do without you?

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Charita Drabble/Backstory || Ft Anita + Chucho (other background sharks)

idk if i really like this. but um backstory for charita and also a quick little cute thing? idk

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at the dance, anita felt like she saw a part of charita she hadn’t seen in a long time. not since the wedding and…how long ago was that? at least five years.

charita was twenty one now, but only sixteen when she got married to chucho, back in puerto rico. anita knew she hadn’t wanted to get married. sure, she loved chucho now. but it took her awhile.

charita lost a part of herself all those years ago. anita had known her for years. they were the same age and grew up in the same neighborhood in puerto rico. anita had been at the wedding all those years ago. charita used to be fiery and fun. she wasn’t as much now. anita didn’t know what had happened to her, but something clearly did. nobody but rosalia could break her out of her shell. not even chucho.

speaking of, chucho and charita’s relationship was complicated. neither of them had wanted to get married at first, their parents had arranged it. they had grown to love each other in their own way. their relationship was not as passionate as some of the other couples, but it was more mature and loving. charita had changed all those years ago and not even chucho could drag her out of her shell. he certainly tried. but he couldn’t.

at the dance though, charita seemed to have gained some of her fire back. she actually did her hair, not just leaving it natural. she did her makeup and dressed up. and she looked good, really good. she danced a bit, sure. certainly not as much as she used to but…it was a step in the right direction. chucho was shocked by it. and anita didn’t think she had seen charita smile like that in years.

when chucho went off to set up the fight with the jets, charita lost any confidence she had. she retreated to the girls, saying how she wanted to go home. she made up an excuse quickly, saying she was sick. rosalia, her closest friend, volunteered to walk home with her. and off they went.

the boys eventually left the bathroom and went to look for their girls. chucho and jochi glanced around, trying to spot their dates. luz approached them, telling them that charita didn’t feel well so rosalia took her home. chucho nodded and decided to leave as well.

he got back to his apartment after a short walk, taking off his jacket and walking back to the bedroom. there he saw charita sitting on the bed, just staring out the window. “cariño? is everything alright?” he asked, going to sit next to her.

charita nodded, letting out a soft hum. she was slipping into that far away state again that he knew so well. it was her normal demeanor now. “just didn’t feel well…”

chucho nodded, slipping an arm around her shoulders. “you looked great tonight, mi vida. you put those jet girls to shame.” he smiled at her, playing with a bit of her hair.

the wife slightly blushed, shrugging. “esas chicas son mucho más bonitas que yo.” she commented, shaking her head.

”tu vales diez de esas chicas.” the husband said quickly. he pressed a soft kiss to her temple, just admiring her. she was always so beautiful. every part of her was perfect. “did you really not feel well? or did the crowd make you uncomfortable, cariño?” he asked.

”the second one.” charita sighed. “i’m sorry. i wanted to stay but…it was so overwhelming. i only felt fine because you were there. then you left.”

now chucho felt bad. he frowned. “i shouldn’t have left you. i just…had some business to attend to.” he didn’t want to tell her about the rumble. he knew she would disagree.

she wasn’t in the mood to fight it tonight. “let’s just go to bed, amor.” she sighed, going to changed. she noticed her husband staring at her for a moment. “qué?”

“te quiero.” he said simply, his eyes filled with so much adoration and affection.

“te amo más bebé”

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This Is Going To Hurt (But Let It)

Pairing: Javier Peña/You (f!reader)

Summary: Was it smart to have feelings for Javier? Probably not but at least it's one sided... or maybe not?

Word Count: 3,591

Warnings: Smut!!!! and fluff. Unprotected sex (wrap ya meat before you beat some cheeks), Office sex, Quickie, Soft!Javi 

A/N: I say let Javi be soft so it is done.

It wasn’t right to feel like a foreigner in your own heart but you did. There was no more room for yourself. There was only him. 

In every crevice. In every nook and cranny of your heart. There was only Javier Peña. 

From the very moment your eyes met, you knew he was a dangerous man. His eyes were soft with something painful behind them. His posture held a false sense of relaxation. An observant eye could easily notice how he was tensed in a way only a man who had lived this life could ever be. 

He was so dangerous with his chain smoking and cheap whiskey. His aviators and button ups. The way he handled a gun like it was second nature. Javier Peña was down right criminal. 

Yet, here you were months into working as his assistant finding yourself no longer your own. 

You don’t know when you lost yourself to him. It was probably between the small lingering touches he left and the polite “thank you”s he gave you whenever you brought him something. Maybe it was the late nights working with him to shift through papers and documents. 

It didn’t matter when really. In the end, it was just a result you had to deal with. Had to hide in order for your life to not shatter into pieces of what once was. 

There were days much like this one where Javier would run away and curse. Days where his anger got the best of him, where he was just pissed at the world. You wish you could say these days were few and far in between but there was no point in lying about who he is. 

Javier is made of anger. He is made of untouchable smoke. What was once a man attainable and real became a living metaphor.

Javier was just a lost soul that made you just as lost as him.

He had run out of the office just before noon in a rush to do something you have no idea of. Most likely something dangerous that only Javier would willingly run head first into. The office at this point didn’t react to his theatrics like they used to. Perhaps they have grown just as used to Javier as you had. Maybe they didn’t care how he got the job done as long as it got finished. 

Just like every other time he left, you stayed behind. You tidied his work space up from the literal pigpen it was even though you already knew it was going to turn into chaos again the moment he came back. It was the little things, you reminded yourself. 

You weren’t no fancy DEA agent but being able to assist Javier in any way even if it was just cleaning made you feel important. More important than just someone to go and grab coffee at the drop of a dime. It made you feel as though you were apart of the investigating team like little you used to dream about in a life you no longer lived. 

On days like these, you would stay in the office way pass your clock out time to wait for Javier. He always came back to his desk. Usually picking up whiskey and a new pack of cigarettes on his way. Some days you could convince him to go home and get some rest (though even with those nights, Javier was always back at the office before you). The others you sat with him while he read just to keep him company.

He once asked you why you did it. He even said something along the lines of “You know your job isn’t to babysit me, right?” At the time, you didn’t really have an answer as to why you did it. You just did. So you responded with a shrug and continued on organizing files.

Tonight, Javier came back earlier than you expected. You were pulled out of your novel when he walked in without his whiskey. He seemed somewhat livid still which was concerning. Usually he was more than calmed down at this point.

Javier stood in the doorway of his office, his fists clenching and unclenching as he stared at you sitting comfortably behind his desk. His face was impassive but his eyes were dark. There was something in him that looked… unhinged. 

  Standing up while holding eye contact, you gulped. You weren’t practically afraid of Javier doing something to you. He would never lay a hand on you no matter how angry he was. Hell, you wouldn’t even call the shiver traveling up your spine fear. It was a reaction of extreme concern… and arousal.

The latter being a usual reaction to being in Javier’s presence.

“You okay, Javi?” You ask him gently, walking slowly over to him as though he was a rabid animal. Maybe he was. 

He didn’t say anything, just watched your every move. His posture was more tensed than usual and his breathing seemed to still be erratic. Part of you didn’t want to touch him, afraid that it would release something in him. Whatever that something could be.

So you chose to stand two feet away from him and just look up at his face. It wasn’t unusual for him to shrug off your concerns. It was second nature at this point. Yet, he didn’t seem like he was shrugging you off. He just stood there, breathing deeply with his fists clenched to his side.

“Javi?” Your voice came out a little louder in hopes of snapping him out of his state. All it did was make him close those two feet in-between you. You refused to step back. He had tried to intimidate you this way before when you first started working for him. It didn’t work then and it wasn’t going to work now, no matter how your mind screamed at you to step away from him. 

“Why are you still here?” Javier sounded raspy, as though he had come back from a screaming match. Not that that would surprise you in any way.

“I’m always here when you get back.” You said to him softly. “Since when have I not?”

Javier doesn’t respond. He just steps closer until your head is rolled back onto your shoulders so you can keep eye contact and his torso is pressed against yours. His dark eyes search for something in yours. An answer to a question he never spoke aloud, afraid of what you’ll say to him.

For a few moments, the only sounds in the room was the ever spinning ceiling fan and Javier’s breaths. You could’ve swore your quick paced heart beat was also audible. He just stood there. No facial expression that you could read and no words to ease away your growing concerns about his mental health. You briefly wondered as you gazed back at him if you could somehow convince him to see a therapist.

The answer was no and you knew it.

As though not to frighten you, Javier slowly lifted his hands onto your hips. The only reaction he got was your eyebrow scrunching together in confusion. He dipped his head down and softly dragged his nose down the crease. Your breath hitched as he continued until the tips of your noses touched. 

One hand dragged up from your hip to your waist as he softly asked, “Is this okay?” You simply nodded, stunned beyond belief. “I need to hear you say it, mi cielito.”

“Yes.” When did you get so breathy? 

Javier hummed. His hand on your hip traveled around and up your back until it was pressed between your shoulders. He dragged his nose down the side of yours, pressing it into your cheek for a moment. Your breathing started to pick up as his noticeably calmed. After lingering for a good moment, he trailed back up to your nose and pressed his lips gently to the corner of your mouth.

You inhaled sharply, your hands reaching out on their own will to grab Javier’s sides. He glided his mouth over yours. His lips barely touched you but your body lit into flames. 

Javier, who is dangerous and calloused and rough around the edges, was touching you so sweetly. Caresses that were feather like kisses from heaven above. The same man who didn’t hesitate to shoot a crook hesitated to touch you, to seal your lips together. To start something you both would have no choice but to finish. Something you both will never truly be able to forget.

There were millions of things out there that could quicken your pulse. But that glide of his mouth over yours stopped your heart completely before it stuttered back up. Whatever you were going to have with Javier, whatever this could be was going to hurt. Yet, you didn’t care for it. Let it hurt for what comes out of this would be greater than any pain you could ever know.

With that surge confidence, you pressed your lips gently into Javier’s. You let your eyes close, savoring the feel of him. His grip around you tightened as he pressed his lips harder into yours. The hand between your shoulders trailed up to tangle into the hair at the base of your neck as he pulled. 

You moaned and he took advantage of it, his expert tongue entering your mouth to explore. The grip you had on his sides moved to his lower back where you dug your nails into him when he twirled your tongue with his. He groaned at the sharp pain.

Leading your backwards until your lower back hit the desk, he pulled away from you. “Tell me to stop and I leave.” His eyes were filled with a fire you seen before when he looked at you. A fire you never knew the context of until now. “I leave and we forget this ever happened.”

“I don’t want to ever forget you.” The words tumbled out of your mouth without a filter. You weren’t really embarrassed though. If you had truly put some thought behind them, you would’ve said the same thing.

“Bebé, do you know how badly I burn for you?” He pulled your mouth back against his, devouring whatever your answer would’ve been.

Javier grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you onto his desk. Your legs spread to make room for him that he happily nestled his hips into. The hard evidence of his arousal pressed to you. Fuck he was big. Not that that was surprising. He practically walked dick first.

As his tongue tangled with yours, you buried your hands into his thick locks. They were so soft. The hairs at the back of his neck, near the base, were slightly damp with sweat. His curls would get stuck on your fingers whenever you ran through them causing you to pull on his hair. He didn’t seem to mind.

If anything, it seemed the pain turned him on more. His kissed turned more incessant and one of his hands moved to palm at your covered breast. You whined into his mouth, pushing your chest into his hand. More. You needed more of him.

You removed your hands from his hair to begin pushing your own skirt up to your waist. Javier stepped away from you then. 

“Why-“ you began to complain until you noticed his eyes on your now exposed underwear.

“Take it all off or I’ll tear it off you.” The shiver from earlier return. You hesitated for a moment, allowing your head to catch up to what was happening. “You still have time to stop this.” Your eyes snapped back to his. How could he think you would want to stop? 

You maintained eye contact as you began to unbutton your blouse. “Why would I want to stop?” Your voice came out more sultry than you thought possible.

“I’m not a good man.” Javier answered instantly. This made you pause at the last button.

“What?” You asked him.

“I’m not a good man,” he said again. “I might just ruin you.” For a moment, you just stared at him as though he had grown a second head. You knew he was a dangerous man to get involved with but never, and you did mean never, did you think he was anything other than a good man. He helped save lives. He was polite and asked for consent. Sure, he could be rude sometimes. Obnoxious even. But everyone had their poorer qualities to them.

“I want you to,” you finally said to him. With the last button popped, you shrugged your blouse off, taking your bra with it. “I don’t know how you don’t see it but if I didn’t think- know- you were a good man, I wouldn’t have been interested in you for as long as I have been.”  The skirt was bunched up completely on your waist as you lifted your legs up to slide your underwear down. “Now,” confidence was coming back. “The real question is, do you want to stop this?”

“Fuck no,” he growled out. Once your legs were back down on the desk, Javier pushed them open to get back into his position. “It’s late and you need to get up earlier tomorrow.” He peppered your neck in kisses.

“A- and?” You stammered out.

“This is going to have to be quick but I’ll make it up to next time.” Next time. Your heart almost exploded. It wasn’t a secret that Javier enjoyed one night stands so knowing that he wanted you more than once was something you couldn’t process fully at the moment. Not with him sucking at your pulse.

“That’s more than fine.” He pulled away from your neck, kissing you intensely. His right hand trailed up your inner thigh before meeting your slick folds. You keened as he spread the slick around. Javier trailed up and began to rub tight circles on your clit. 

His left hand worked on his belt. It took you a second to notice his struggle with the pleasure he was giving you but once you did, you reached your shaky hands out and helped him. Unbuttoning the jeans and pulling down the zipper, you noticed the thick bush of pubes. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

Pushing down his jeans, his cock sprung out. You instantly whimpered when you saw him. The bastard chuckled and took his hand away from your core. Your lips parted as you watched him rub your slick along his cock with one hand and remove the gun from the back of his pants with the other. Noticing your increased breathing at the sight of his gun, Javier smirked.

“Next time, bebé.” He set it down on the desk before rubbing his length across your pussy. Your hips bucked up. “Think you can take me like this.” 

His cock was large, larger than any you have taken in the past. You also hadn’t had sex in a good while. With the new job and infatuation on Javier, there wasn’t much fooling around you could do. However, there was no way you weren’t going to take him, all of him, right then and there.

“Just go slow.” He hummed and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose before lining up. You both moaned as he pushed in. The stretch was bordering on pain but god, there was nothing like this. After a few inches, he paused halfway and that you were grateful. It gave you the chance to take a breather. 

The grip he had on your hips was going to leave bruises but you welcomed them with open arms. Any remainder of this, of Javier, was a gift. 

With a deep breath, Javier pushed the rest of the way in. All the air in your lungs was knocked out and you whined as he ground his pubic bone into yours. His cock pressed snuggly into your cervix, making your toes curl. Javier nuzzled his face into your neck as he waited for your to adjust to him. The rough brush of his mustache grounding you.

Bucking your hips into his, you signaled for him to move. He moved his face from your neck and inches away from yours. His dark eyes pierced into yours as he slowly drew his length from you. Your mouth fell up as you felt every ridge and vein of him rub across you perfectly. When it was only the tip left in, Javier pushed back into you hard.

You squeaked at the sudden movement. Instantly he set a rough and fast pace that you melted into. Your nails dug into his shoulders to try to settle yourself. But you couldn’t. The pleasure he was giving you was too intense. 

“So good to me,” Javier said, flicking your nose with his. “Getting all cockdumb for me, àngel.” You stupidly nodded while trying to pull him closer to you. He moved in, moving his hips in upwards thrusts that hit your g spot. A loud moan left your mouth and your walls tightened around him. “There it is,” he mumbled to himself.

The closer you got to orgasm, the more your body felt like it was on the verge of a supernova. Him inside must’ve been what poets spoke about when they wrote of intertwining souls. This was something extraordinary. This was what universes were made of, you were certain of it. 

“Please,” you begged him, grinding your hips to meet his frantically. 

“You’re gonna cum for me?” He moved his grip from your hips to around your back, one trailing up to hold your neck while the other firmly panted itself on your lower back. “You’re gonna be good for me and soak my cock? Show me how much you love it when I fuck you? Hm?” God, he had a mouth on him.

“Yes, yes, please!” A smirk grew on his face as he ground his pubic bone into yours, letting the coarse hairs there rub against your clit.

“Then go ahead.” That was all you needed. Your body locked up and galaxies crashed into one another. Your walls fluttered around his cock that continued to push into you, lengthening your orgasm. 

It took a moment for you to come back to Earth. The over sensitivity of him fucking you bringing you back to the present. You let out a sob when his pace began to get rougher and more frantic. Javier let out a few cusses before suddenly pulling out. The hand that was once on your neck moved to furiously rub his cock.

His eyebrows were furrowed, showing the lovely crease formed between them. You wanted to kiss it. So you did. One hand went to hold the back of his head in place, the other one gripping his shoulder to give you the leverage to lean up.

The soft graze set him over the edge. He loudly moaned your name as his spent spread across your thighs. His breathing was erratic as he jerked himself to near oversensitivity then he dropped his hand back onto your hip. 

There weren’t any sounds in the room besides your heavy breathing and the sounds of the fan. There were no typewriting clicks or mindless chatter. It was just the two of you holding each other as though you would float away without the other. Maybe you would. Maybe if Javier let you go right now, you would float into the sun and burn. Though you knew that Javier would never let anything happen to you. It wasn’t in his nature.

When he finally moved away, you were able to look at him clearly. He was sweaty and under the harsh fluorescent lights, he seemed to have a glow to him. His eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but to smile at him. His lips twitched in a betrayal of happiness before he patted your hip.

“Get dressed so I can get you home.” Javier pulled away to help you find your clothes only to pause when you spoke.

“My home or yours?” 

He stood back in front of you with your underwear in hand. He didn’t respond yet, just grabbed your legs and helped you back into them. You grimaced slightly at the feeling of the soaked underwear but it was better than walking without them. Though you had a feeling that Javier wouldn’t have cared either way.

“I was thinking yours,” he finally answered when he held your blouse out to you. “It’s closer.”

“Are you going to stay with me?” You asked as you straightened out your skirt.

“If you’ll let me.” Carefully climbing off the desk, you draped yourself against Javier. 

“I would like it a lot.” You pecked his lips and pulled away before he could deepen the kiss. “I would like you there every night,” you offered with a shy smile.

A blush spread across Javier’s face as he pulled away from you. You watched him as he fixed his appearance up, not at all offended that he didn’t respond. He wasn’t used to affection and he needed to mull over his thoughts for a while. You couldn’t help but bite your lip to hide your smile as he reached out to grab your hand and pull you out of the office.

It was weird to feel like a foreigner in your own heart but you felt right at home in Javier’s and you hoped he felt as comfortable in yours.

[singvlcrity-archive]

❔🔷 🔲💬 🔵✔️

nsfw headcanons!

❔ - how to tell your muse is horny?

mmmm jaehan está horny todos los días, no todo el día porque se ocupa a veces, pero tan pronto ve a shirai con poca ropa, se pone loquito. supongo que una forma de saber, es cuando empieza a molestarla.

🔷 - how often does your muse have sex?

uh, eso no lo sé. supongo que cada que tienen la casa sola???? idk they’re kids, ni siquiera deberían estar teniendo relaciones omfg

🔲 - in general - how long does it take for them to have sex with someone they find appealing if that someone shows interest into them as well?

le tomó, literalmente, años para tener sexo con alguien JAJAJA y dudo que vuelva a tener sexo con alguien que no sea su novia

💬 - would your muse rather spend the night at their own place or their partners instead? 

THEY LIVE TOGETHER!!!! pero prefiere la habitación de ella porque él comparte con su papá lmao

🔵 - what activity to do with them to get them relaxed and in the mood? 

acariciarle el cabello y peinarlo!! he gets in the mood al instante

✔️ - which things do they enjoy especially when having sex?

le gusta mucho escuchar a shirai, honestamente

[stressedkitkatttt]

Childhood Friends

Basically you and Joel are best friends. I'm sorry if it seems rushed in some parts. I hope the smut makes up for it.

Richard/Yashua Version - Just Like Old Times (same premise, different story)

DISCLAIMER: Do NOT think it is okay to take my stories and post them somewhere else without my EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Do NOT think it is okay to take anyone else's stories and post them somewhere else without their EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Giving credit does NOT count as permission. You may reblog my stories, you may NOT repost my stories without MY PERMISSION.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: smut, I feel that Joel could be freaky n' shit but I just can't help myself to dominate this man

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You were Joel's best friend. You both grew up together back in California and had known each other since second grade. You were his first everything - first crush, first kiss, first time and vice versa. You, along with his family, had convinced him to do La Banda and when he won a spot on CNCO; you were ecstatic to say the least. And eventually, with his work and your school schedule, you both began to talk less and less until finally you lost all contact with each other. You did watch interviews on CNCO in your free time just to see how he's doing.

During a particularly boring day, you had nothing to do and you decide to watch some CNCO interviews. During one interview about their first times, he mentions you and the first time you both kissed. You were both 15 and his family had invited you over to have dinner with them because you and Joel were so close. They constantly made jokes about how cute of a couple you two would make but neither of you were ready for a relationship. After dinner you both headed up to his room where he had initiated a wrestling match where you let him pin you down. He was blushing when he realized what position you were in. One thing led to another and your lips locked.

After you graduated, you had some free time and notice that CNCO is doing a meet and greet. You finally decide to get tickets to meet CNCO. You wanted to surprise Joel. So you flew to L.A. You book a hotel room and on the day of the meet and greet, you got nervous. You grabbed your pass, keys, purse, and phone before heading to the meet and greet. You were so nervous when you saw them through the crowd. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Joel.

When Joel spotted you, he couldn't believe his eyes. He lights up and is so happy to finally see you again after so long. After the meet and greet, you stay behind with him and you both spend the day catching up on life. The busy day finally lands you two back at his hotel room. Things are a little awkward at first, but a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. Like old times, Joel starts a friendly wrestling match.

You win this time and pin Joel down by his shoulders. You both begin to laugh and Joel places his hands on your hips once you've both settled down. You stare into his chocolate brown eyes before your eyes dart to his lips for a moment and back. His tongue pokes out and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

You lean in slowly, his neck craning to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. You move your hands from his shoulders and into his dark curls, threading your fingers through it. He leans up and wraps his arms around you, one hand landing in your hair and the other to pull you closer to him.

You take his bottom lip between your teeth and gently bite it. He moans and parts his lips. You take the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, your tongue dancing with his. He pulls away first, lips swollen and red. You shove his jacket down his shoulders and he holds you steady as you begin to grind on him through his jeans. You trail kisses down his neck and find a sweet spot just below his ear. You tug his hair gently and nibble on his sweet spot - the moan he lets out is heavenly.

You pull away and take off your shirt, revealing a black lace bra that gave him a nice view of your tits. His eyes lock onto them before he looks up at you, tugging the straps. You reach behind you and unclip your bra, letting your breasts fall free. He moans and grabs them, eyes growing darker as he begins to massage and play with them. "You've grown since the last time I saw you." He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

You toss your head back, keeping him in check with one hand still buried in his hair, giving a few tugs here and there. He switches and gives attention to your other breast, kneading the one not occupied by his mouth. You let him continue for a minute before you want more than just his mouth as work. You tug on his curls and pull his head away, one hand tugging his shirt. He quickly takes it off and throws it somewhere. Your eyes trail down his toned chest

Damn.

You place your hands back on his shoulders and he lays himself flat on the bed. You wiggle your way down his body, leaving butterfly kisses down his abs and to his jeans. There's an impressive bulge and you make quick work of his belt and zipper, sliding his pants and boxers down his thighs and tossing them somewhere behind you.

His dick is standing at full salute and you wrap a warm hand around him. He jerks at the sudden contact. "And you've grown quite a bit as well, Joel." You begin to stroke him at a slow pace, feeling every ridge and vein, sometimes switching up the pace just so he doesn't get too comfortable with one. You take the precum from his tip and spread it around. His hips buck against your hand as you spread the natural lubricant. He was always a bit sensitive around his tip.

After a few more strokes you know he's more than ready when he twitches in your hand. He looks at you with hooded eyes as you move off the bed to take off your pants and underwear, throwing them in a corner. You move back onto the bed, straddling yourself back on his hips. You hover above him, swiping his tip against your soaked folds, the both of you moaning at the contact. You look down into his eyes, "Are you ready?" He nods furiously.

"Please, I need you to do something." He whines, hands sliding to your hips trying to drag you down while bucking his hips, I can't take it anymore!" You nod and lower yourself onto his length, not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside you. You both let out loud moans as your walls clench around him.

"F-fuck," you whimper, taking a moment to compose yourself. You didn't know what it was but when you had sex with Joel, it always seemed different from anyone else. He seemed to always fill you up just right, hitting your sweet spot and always had you begging for more. Once you finally catch your breath and get some sort of grip on reality, you place your hands on his abdomen and begin to roll your hips in delicious ways that has the both of you moaning and groaning like crazy. "Joel..." You trail off and clench around his length, making him reply by bucking his hips, hitting deep inside you. His hands are tight on your hips, head thrown back and whimpering your name in a sinful tone.

He bucks his hips to meet your rhythm, sending him straight into your sweet spot. You clench hard around him, nails dragging down his chest leaving red nail marks. He places his feet flat against the bed and bucks up to continue to hit your sweet spot. By now you were seeing stars with every thrust. This was by far the best sex you've had with him.

"Y/N, I'm close," Joel's voice comes out broken as he tries to keep from cumming until he knows you're on the same page. He knows you're close with how your walls clench around him but he also knows you enough to know that you aren't close enough to an orgasm as he is. He opens his eyes and wishes he didn't because seeing you ride his dick, head thrown back and breasts bouncing with each thrust; he damn near cums then and there. He wills himself to hold off until he got you to the edge with him.

Moving his hands from your hips he uses them to push himself up so he's chest to chest with you. He buries his head into your neck, biting a mark just under your jaw; one of your weaknesses. The sensation has your hips stuttering and you grab onto his curls again. Hearing his name fall from your lips and he's struggling not to spill everything he has into your pussy.

Speaking of weaknesses, an idea pops into his head. Anytime you would hook up with him back when you were younger, he would whisper Spanish phrases into your ear and it would have a certain effect on you. He didn't know much Spanish back then, but what he did know he would whisper into your ear and always had you falling apart. He knows a lot more Spanish noe and he's curious to see if it's still your greatest weakness.

He leans up to your ear to whisper dirty nothings into the ear. "Mira lo bien que me tomas. Se siente tan bien tenerte envuelto a mi alrededor otra vez. Te he echado tanto de menos bebé, no tienes ni idea..." He pairs his words with a hand traveling down to your clit and rubbing circles. "Cum for me." He wasn't expecting for you to turn and whisper into his ear.

"Te extraño también, papi." Just like magic, you both lose control. He didn't know you had studied language in school and surely didn't think hearing you speaking Spanish in his ear would be such a turn on.

Your toes curled, your eyes roll back into your skull, and you shout his name to the heavens. He buries his face into your neck, moaning loudly as he bucks his hips into you. You both collapse into the bed, panting and enjoying the post-orgasmic state. The room was silent save for heavy breathing and the pounding in your ears.

You turn to him and he meets your gaze with a hazy look in his eyes. "I've missed you a lot, Joel, more than you know..." He smiles and leans in to plant a soft kiss on your lips, parting so their only millimeters apart.

"I've missed you too, Y/N. I'm sorry I never tried to contact you, I've been so busy. Sometimes I just wish that things were back to the way they were. Before CNCO. Before La Banda. Just you and me, no worries."

You nod. "To be fair, I didn't exactly try to contact you either... Trying to balance school and work is tough."

You lean back and stare at the ceiling, unsure of what to do now. Should you leave and go back to your room? Do you stay with him? You don't have to dwell on either thought as Joel makes the decision for you. He leans into you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, his breath fanning over your shoulder. You lean into his embrace and gently stroke his cheek. You watch as he leans into your hand and his eyes start to grow heavy before closing.

"I love you Y/N," he whispers before finally drifting to sleep. You smile and look down at him. Kissing his cheek and settling into a comfortable spot within his arms you whisper,

"I love you too, Joel."

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@papichriscnco @cracraforfandoms

[reddeadrevival]

Pregnant!Reader -

Pregnant!Reader - before she can tell the father it's revealed to the whole camp and Arthur and John (who are like her big brothers) are not happy.

Beginning is ambiguous about who the father is but it splits off at one point.

Choices are Kieran, Micah, Bill and Javier (Two are longer than the others cause I ran out of ideas)

You were the second person to find out you were pregnant. Abigail was the first and the one to tell you why you were getting sick so often. You honestly just thought your stomach had finally had enough of Pearson's stew day after day.

She took you aside and asked you if you had intimate relations with anyone recently where the two of you weren't exactly safe. You didn't tell her who but you confirmed you had been with someone; you also didn't tell her how many times but she told you that you were likely with child and with how many times you'd been with him in the past month you knew she was right.

No one knew about your relationship. The two of you agreed it would make things easier if no one knew. You wouldn't get teased by the girls about it and he wouldn't be bothered by the other men about it or possibly maimed by them. The two of you had rarely ever been together while at camp anyways.

You were terrified to tell him, mostly because that would mean telling everyone else including Arthur and John who treated you like a younger sister. To say they were overprotective was an understatement and you knew if they found out who the father of your child was they would most likely castrate him, if they didn't end up killing him first.

You made Abigail swear not to tell anyone but she convinced you to at least let Miss Grimshaw know so that the older woman wouldn't make you work as hard. After a scolding from the woman, she agreed to keep it quiet and to keep you working on the lighter chores. This did not go unnoticed by the other girls who were a little annoyed about it until you caved and explained it to them. After a few squeals of joy from them you made them promise not to tell.

Abigail pointed out that you'd start showing at some point and asked if you'd told the father yet. You hadn't. And it turns out you didn't need to.

Everyone knows Karen and Sean like to get drunk together and when they get drunk they tend to let out secrets to each other.

One night, while the gang was enjoying themselves for no apparent reason the two had a bit too much to drink. Karen had already told the Irishman the night before. Your heart felt like it stopped when you heard him. He'd raised a bottle for a toast.

"Ta tha newest addition ta tha family!"

Everyone looked at him like he was crazy, though some were used to it and didn't question it, until John spoke.

"What are you talkin' about?"

"Tha baby!"

Now everyone was looking at him like he was crazy.

"What baby?" John asked. "You finally get Karen pregnant?"

"Not 'er ya idiot!"

A million thoughts ran through your head.

You can't get up and leave now, they'll know. They're going to find out anyways. Damn it, Karen! Damn it, Sean!

"Y/N's baby!" The ginger clarified.

All eyes were on you.

"What?" John snapped.

"Tell me he's just drunk," Arthur started with a frown. "There's no way yer pregnant."

"I uh…" You swallowed and stared at the ground. You didn't risk looking at the father, it would give him away immediately, but you needed to know his reaction. So you looked at Arthur, then scanned the group. His expression was unreadable.

"Who?" John asked as he stood. "Which one of you was it?" he glared at the men around him.

"I'm a grown woman!" You snapped as you stood. "It's none of your business who it is or that it happened!"

"Well," Dutch started. "I want to say congratulations but I don't know who else to congratulate."

"I think he should just confess," Arthur seethed.

"Confess? It's not a crime!" You scoffed. "He didn't even know!"

"Well, who is it?" Hosea asked as he looked around. Nobody moved for a moment until one of the men stood up.

  (Now we split off. Sorry about some being shorter than others, I ran out of ideas)

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Kieran

  "M-me," he stammered as he raised a hand slightly. Two glares were now directed at him, as well as a few looks of disbelief. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked at you. "Y-yer really pregnant?" You nodded. A big smile grew on his face but was quickly replaced with fear as Arthur and John came at him.

"Yer dead, O'Driscoll!" John shouted.

"I ain't an-!" he cut himself off as he ran around the group away from the two.

"Bill! Get those tongs!" Arthur shouted.

"Stop it!" you cried and stepped in front of the two as Kieran ran passed. "You ain't killin' him!"

"I-it wasn't just one night!" Kieran shouted.

"Don't think you wanna be braggin' right now, boy," Dutch advised though he was amused by the whole situation.

"I-I ain't braggin'! I'm tryin' ta say I love her!" he squeaked. You turned around and you might as well have had hearts in your eyes.

"You do?"

"Yeah! O' course I do," he said, his eyes softened and a big goofy smile came to his face. "M crazy about you," he admitted.

"I love you too," you confessed and a moment later he took your face in his hands and kissed you.

Arthur cleared his throat and the two of you turned to see him and John still glaring (though not as hard as before).

"I-I ain't gonna leave her. I don't know nothing about babies but, I can try," he said as he put a hand on your belly lightly.  

"You better," the two growled.

"Yer gonna have my baby," he breathed, ignoring the two.  

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Micah

  "Yer all lookin' at the mother of Micah Bell the fourth!" He gestured to you with a huge grin on his face.

Arthur's pistol was out before he finished his sentence. Micah ducked just in time for his hat to get blown off.

"Arthur!" Dutch shouted as you let out a yelp. Micah actually looked scared and scrambled to get behind you.

"Ya wouldn't leave her a single mother, now would ya cowpoke?" he asked, half joking, half genuinely scared for his life as he put his hands on your shoulders, leaning to hide more of himself behind you.

"Really? Him?!" John shouted.

"Yes him!" You shouted. "You can't tell me who I can and can't sleep with!"

"You want him to be the father of your child?!" Arthur yelled.

"Hey! I'd be a great dad!" Micah snapped back. "And I ain't gonna leave either!" he directed this at John who put a hand on his holster.

"Not like I can change the fact that he's the father," you pointed out to Arthur.

"Hey," Micah mumbled in your ear.

"And I wouldn't change it," you added as you glanced back at him. He grinned and wrapped his arms around you, putting his hands on your belly. "Please just be happy for me?" Arthur let out a big sigh.

"Jus' don't name it after him," he groaned.

"It's Bell tradition!" Micah argued.

"It ain't a Bell til ya marry her," Mary-Beth pointed out. She may not like the man but she was still a romantic. You gave her a look but secretly you were grateful.

"Just gotta get a ring, right?" He looked at you.

"It's more than that!" Mary-Beth protested. "We gotta have a ceremony!" It was clear she was excited more so than the two of you were. Micah looked at you, saw the hope in your eyes, and let out a groan.

"Fine," he mumbled but was trying to hide his grin.

"You hurt her, or that kid, in any way," John started. "Yer gonna wish you were dead."

"Yeah yeah," Micah muttered as he slowly rubbed your belly, ignoring them. "Told ya I was gonna put a baby in ya," he murmured into your ear.

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Bill

  "Uh…" He raised his hand a bit before scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

"What?" John looked between you two.

"Yer kiddin' right?" Arthur asked.

"What? Is it so hard to believe, Morgan?" he snapped.

"Pretty girl like Y/N with you? Yeah," Arthur said bluntly. You made your way over to Bill and took his hand.

"Well I am," you said. Bill looked down at you.

"Yer really…?"

"I wanted to tell you, I just didn't know how, I-I was scared."

"Of what? That I wouldn't want a baby with you?" You bit your lip and nodded. "I'm gonna be honest… I don't know what kinda father I'll be but … I'll try." You smiled up at him. "Sides, kid's gonna have the best mother to make up for what I do wrong anyway."

"Sure I don't have ta tell ya but I will anyway," Arthur started.

"I ain't leavin' her and I ain't gonna hurt her, if that's what you're worried about," Bill said. He put a hand on your belly and a soft smile came to his face.

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Javier

  "That would be me."

"Why am I not surprised?" John asked.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Javier asked with a slight confused frown.

"You think we don't see you singing to her all the time?" Arthur asked. "Mind you we didn't know you two were together," he added in a mumble.

"Why did you not tell me sooner?" Javier asked with a sad look in his eyes as he turned to you.

"I wanted to… I just didn't know how, I was afraid of how you'd react," You admitted.

"Mi corazon, I am so happy," he said as he walked to you and took your hands in his. "To start a family with you," He brought your hands up to kiss your knuckles. You smiled at him as he lowered your hands. "My bebé," he said looking to your belly as his hands found your waist. Arthur cleared his throat. The two of you turned to look at him and remembered everyone else was watching you.

"I know you'd never hurt her, but if you do I will hunt you down."

"I could never," Javier whispered as he smiled at you. He knelt down and pressed a kiss to your stomach before he looked up at you with the proudest smile.

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Again sorry about the last two being shorter, it doesn’t mean I like those two any less I just ran out of ideas.

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