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#aint it a gentle sound inspo
hansoulo · 3 years
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isabella playing with the hypothetical dog tags when carrillo is holding her i’m-
I dont wanna do my assignments so uhhhhhhh consider this a drabble idk
word count: ~500 words
warnings: like nightmares but that’s it
Isabella climbed on the bed, barely able to heave herself up before flopping down with a dramatic oomph. You opened the quilted covers to the chill of night air, letting her sit sandwiched between you and the still-sleeping man. Her invading your bed wasn’t a common occurrence, but you didn’t really mind. “You okay?” you asked softly.
Isabella pulled the blanket up to her chin, turning to you with wide, dark eyes. “Bad dream.”
Her hair was soft between your fingers, loose and curling in candy-floss strands when you smoothed it back from her fevered cheeks. “D’you wanna talk about it?”
She considered for a moment, then look back at her father. “He left again, like last time,” Isabella said, melancholy. You remembered his three-week stakeout somewhere in the jungle, with no radio or calls to keep your worry at bay. Isabella’s eyes shined wetly with a hiccup. “But he didn’t come back.”
“He’s here now, isn’t he?” you tried to soothe, pulling her small body towards yours. “He always comes back.”
He has to, you said only to yourself. I don’t know what I’d do if he didn't. 
The man in question turned towards you, awake and his expression unreadable under your bedroom shadows. He lifted his head from the pillow and found the girl tucked into your chest, your mouthing of the word nightmare prompting an understanding nod.
“Princesa,” he whispered, reaching a wide hand on her shoulder and shuffling closer.
Your daughter pulled back from you with a small sniffle. “Yeah?”
You unclasped her arms from around your neck and let him take her instead, her eyes still stubbornly downcast. Horacio’s next words were in Spanish, quiet and lilting. “Can you look at me? I have something to show you.”
She momentarily forgot her grudge and obliged him, watching quizzically as he put her hand on his collarbones. The glint of thin metal lay pooling there, a flat set of tags resting upturned on his pillow, and you understood.
He hooked a finger around the chain and pulled until the tags lay in Isabella’s palm, comically large when surrounded by her small fingers. “You used to chew on these when you were a baby,” Horacio remembered, and you both smiled when she wrinkled her nose. “I have pictures. But hey, hey- listen. I want you to keep them safe for me,” he said, making a quick work of pulling the chain over his head until the whole thing lay for her to hold. “Can you do that?”
Isabella nodded, her jaw set in a way that made you think of her father, and looped it around her own neck. She rubbed her thumbs over the engraved name and tiny, silver lettering, careful with the weight of an important, adult responsibility. “You’ll come back, right?”
He kissed her forehead and then yours. “Of course.”
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hansoulo · 4 years
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headcanons for my mans >:)
these are for AIAGS but ig they could be applied in general?? idk lmao
carrillo’s a space heater. you know how some people are just like,, hot all the time?? no pun intended but yeah absolutely pun intended
this usually manifests itself into a lot of tossing and turning at night but eventually he’ll just kick the blankets to the ground and wrap an arm around your waist, strong even in his half-consciousness and pulling you into his chest without so much as a word
you eventually insist on buying one of those dinky little fans and putting it on full blast on your side of the bed
he’ll always complain that your feet are cold but you just use it as an excuse to press up closer, sliding your toes down his calves and laughing when he shivers just a little
he keeps his hair cut pretty short but it’s still long enough that he gels it back a bit for work, right?
your favorite thing to do when he comes home is just running your fingers through it, mussing it up and seeing the little scrunch of his nose when a piece falls in front of his face
you love it like right after he gets out of the shower, still a little damp but impossibly soft and you can just card through it with his head on your chest, nowhere to go and nowhere to be except here, with him
hair pulling kink? mayhaps
the feeling of the stubble on his cheeks when you kiss? 11/10 v nice yes yes
you once joked about him growing out a beard, or something equally ridiculous in his eyes
“You should grow a mustache, Horacio.”
“Amorcita-”
“It’d definitely be a good look. But you have to twirl the ends up, y’know? A little beeswax, maybe.”
He lets out a sigh when he turns and looks at the slight grin on your face, your hands coming up to trace the bow of his mouth
“You think so?” he hums against your palms. You nod, attempting to look resolute.
Cocking your head in mock examination, you tilt his face back and forth in your hands.
“Mmm, I don’t know actually,” you mumble. “You look okay like this, too.”
Horacio huffs, humoring you. “Just okay?” he asks, his hands sliding to grip at your hips.
Nodding again, you smile against his lips when they finally meet yours. “Decent, maybe,” you tease, whispering in your shared breath. “On a good day.”
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hansoulo · 4 years
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isabelle and carrillo would wake up super early to make reader breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day, complete with flowers they hand picked, send tweet
you know what
you know what
fuck it
i’m adding more chapters
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hansoulo · 4 years
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i’ll talk about dancing!! bc i love dancing + i love carrillo like maybe he doesn’t like it himself but he’ll do it for you and even go all out w spins and stuff and it’s cute but he’s not smiling lmao bc he’s an asshole. but he loves you so he’s gonna make sure you have a good time dancing, even if he hates every second of it and looks like the most curmudgeonly of curmudgeons
Your eyes brightened at the shuffle of sound, discombobulated notes echoing through the small hall as fingers pluck at guitar strings.
“We used to dance,” you remembered wistfully, turning your head slightly to look at the small band now seated in the corner. “José, I mean.”
Horacio’s eyes softening when yours became glassy. “Juliana used to dance, too,” he said, cocking his head with a wrinkle of his brow, recalling something. “Took me to salsa classes on our honeymoon.”
A laugh fought its way up your throat, coming out gurgled through the glass of water raised to your lips. Salsa dancing? Horacio?
“You- you went-” you sputtered as he reached over with a hand at your back, rubbing soft circles until your coughs slowed. “You- she-” you smiled at the thought, incredulous. “Salsa?” 
He nodded solemnly, slightly amused but stiffening at the way your gaze fell back to the small crowd of couples now gathering on the floor. Your name fell from him in a warning tone but you pretended not to hear, drowning out the sound with a scrape of your chair as you stood.
“C’mon,” you pulled at him with a wink, your hands curling around his biceps. “I’m sure you remember something.”
i’m losing my mind
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hansoulo · 4 years
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Isabella has definitely also once found a kitten and brought it home at least once and had Reader help her hide it and they thought they were being slick but Carrillo knew the second he got home
this got outta hand
You bend down to meet her face, cradling the kitten to your chest. “This is your and mommy’s secret, okay?”
Isabella nods, the plastic bobbles in her pigtails shaking, but her expression is confused. “But won’t he-”
“Shhh,” you whisper conspiratorially with a finger to your lips, glancing side to side with a dramatic look on your face. She giggles and you scrunch your nose, thinking for a moment. “I’ll convince your dad later,” you decide, stroking the soft black fur between the kitten’s eyes. “Go find a box, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispers back, giddy with the thrill of having something to guard. Yeah. You’d convince him later.
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You settle into his side on the couch, reaching to place his arm around your shoulders as he kisses the crown of your head. You’re both quiet for a few moment, listening to the chirp of evening crickets. Isabella was tucked in an hour ago, the dishes were done, and there was a load of laundry in the dryer. You ran through the list in your head. Isabella, the dishes, the laundry, the cat. Damn. The cat.
“Horacio,” you begin, doing your best to flutter your eyelashes. He just raises an eyebrow and you sigh, lolling your head back onto the cushions. “Why are you immune to my charms?” you groan.
A laugh rumbles in his chest when he kisses you again. “I’m not immune, love,” he assures you. “What’s this about?”
“Nothing,” you pout, frowning slightly before his hand strokes the shell of your ear and draws out a laugh.
“The cat?”
You turn and gape at him, squinting. “How do you-”
“I heard it when I came home.”
You scoff with a mumbled of course.
“So?”
You furrow your brows, watching as Horacio traces your jaw with scar-shiny knuckles. “So, what?”
“What’s its name?”
The couch creaks underneath your weight when you lean over, throwing your arms around his neck as you pepper kisses across his cheeks, over his forehead and his nose. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou-” you breathe out between them, finishing with a final press of your lips against his. He just chuckles and braces an arm on your legs, steadying you after you pull away.
You pause, considering. “Can we name it Ferdinand?”
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hansoulo · 4 years
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I can’t stop laughing. Now imagine Steve and Javi got a lead and there’s no time to waste to they pop by his house real quick to tell Carrillo what’s up and take him along but Reader opens the door and they’re like oh sorry this must be the wrong place but then Carrillo is there and they’re just amazed watching you two interact cause...Carrillo is soft? Gentle? Loving??
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HOW ARE YOU READING MY MIND?? DO YOU HAVE ACCESS TO MY GOOGLE DOC OUTLINES?? ARE YOU JUST TELEPATHICALLY ACCESSING EVERY PRIMAL DESIRE I’VE EVER HELD?? 
come scream with me
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hansoulo · 4 years
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Back to Carrillo, his lady and his bodyguard cause I’m living for it. Before long the bodyguard is the one escorting her around the market when Carrillo can’t make it and dropping her to and from work cause the kidnapping has really shaken him up and if they’re gonna be involved then he’s gonna make sure he protects her however he can do that there’s no chance of a repeat and soon enough, rumor is that Horacio Carrillo is in love.
CAN YOU IMAGINE???!!!!
all his men gossiping about it behind his back and he always walks in on them whispering sdfshgdjhf like “i heard she’s a nurse! she lives in the same building that’s how they me- oh SHIT HE’S COMING” and they all scramble to look busy 💀💀
they’re all like waYYY too emotionally invested in your romance lmao and they always grill bodyguard dude (possibly trujillo, bc i just love him a lot and think he’s neat) after he comes back like “whAT’D SHE SAY? HOW ARE THEY? WHAT HAPPENED”
come scream with me
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hansoulo · 4 years
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hi i would like to know how carrillo feels about reader being isabella’s mother pls this family dynamic is everything
have you seen parks and rec? you know that episode where andy and ron go to fix diane’s pothole and she has two little daughters in fairy princess costumes, and andy’s just humoring them, goofing around and sitting by the little plastic table and letting them put makeup on him while ron actually goes to fix the pothole?
reader is andy skdjskdkjsks very good with kids in general, and i never really mention this but in the fic you’re actually a pediatric nurse 
carrillo just likes watching you interact, sort of awed bc as much as he tries (and he tries v hard, 11/10 dad) sometimes a kid just needs like a mom, yknow? he appreciates you a lot and knows how much you help, and he never takes you for granted bc he remembers how hard it was without you there.
you’ve both dealt with this sort of lingering wound of juliana not being there, and you had a lot of self-doubt when you first got married bc you felt like i’m not her real mom but hey!!!! reader has a kick ass therapist (who i need to bring back bc i love her.) they 100% go to couple’s counseling to Work Through Some Shit™ and you both come out better for it.
also i can’t remember when and how i tagged it but i wrote like this hc of carrillo learning how to braid isabella’s hair when she gets older and now im just imagining like maybe you’re sick or something and need to sleep in and he’s charged with The Hair. it takes him half an hour and isabella’s squirming the whole time, fussing around bc that’s not the comb you use, daddy.
n he’s sitting there thinking it’s a comb?? what’s the difference??
he eventually just gives up and takes all the hair ties out, telling her to go see your mama bc our man tried his best, god bless him, but it was a grade-a mess
tl;dr - carrillo looks at you like you put the stars in the sky and i’ll never be over it
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hansoulo · 4 years
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i was thinking about aiags and i started giggling cause imagine Carrillo has his bodyguard when taking you out on your first date and the next day, word around the office is that that Colonel got himself a pretty lady friend
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wait wait wait wait wait,,, hold the damn phone...,.,.
I NEED TO INCLUDE THAT IN THE NEXT PART (or the one after?)
It was after a raid (some low-level sicario, nothing, really) during the drive back, one of his men in the passenger seat and the Jeep wheels kicking up back-country dust. “Coronel,” he began, seemingly hesitant.
Carrillo cocked his head, a low noise in his throat serving as his only acknowledgement.
“Well, I was talking to the security division...”
He kept his eyes on the road. “What about?”
“About- about you,” and the man winced slightly, as if bracing for an impact. When none came and Carrillo remained quiet, he continued. “Well, we were just wondering... who was that woman you were with? At the restaurant?”
Carrillo’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “No one you need to concern yourself with.”
“She’s very pretty,” the man remarked.
“Yes, yes she is.”
come scream with me
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hansoulo · 4 years
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Isabella and Reader and totally the type to start chanting for ice cream in the car as Carrillo just sighs cause THIS IS THE 3RD TIME THIS WEEK.
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SKDSDKFSD he loves them too much to say no tho so he just sighs a big ol’ sigh as he pulls into the parking lot. he’ll  watch you hold her hand as she jumps over the sidewalk curbs the way little kids do and then he smiles to himself when you do it too because goddamn
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hansoulo · 4 years
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Reader comes over to the office to give everyone coffee and pastries but soon Carrillo is pulling her into his office and blinds are being shut and everyone outside is like 👁👄👁 but really the man just wants to be soft with his girl without prying eyes or ears and give her a smooch and a hug for being thoughtful
ASDFDHGAJ WAIT THAT’S SO FUNNY AND CUTE OH MY GOSH
He pulls you into the office with a small creak of the door on its hinges, quiet but discordant over the sounds of his men outside.
“They think we’re up to something,” you laugh, wrinkling your nose at the thought as his hands come up to slide across your shoulders, pulling you closer.
“Let them think what they want,” he mumbles with a kiss to your head. His lips are warm, a little chapped but still soft and you hum, bracing yourself on his arms. “They always think I’m up to something.”
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hansoulo · 4 years
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i think i sent this to becca/mandoplease b4 but i have this hc in my head where if horacio has a cat, that cat's personality is so stubborn like him and in my head, that cat is straycatj here on tumblr (check him out pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺) he calls his owner the "landlady" and in his captions he's always like "hey!!! eat ur dinner on the table so i can take it!! HEY!! 💢💢"
@mandoplease what’s this i hear about a cat 💀💀
ive always wanted one so this is def just me projecting but ferdinand (bc that’s definitely happening now) is such a little shit. he’s an angel around reader and isabella and they’re like “oh, but he’s such a sweetie” and then he’ll just turn around n give carrillo a mean ol’ mug 💀
carrillo insists that he just puts up with it bc you guys like him and he loves you, but you catch them asleep on the couch together one day and have the pictures to prove it
im so obsessed with that trope of like “person first reluctant to pet begrudgingly befriends it in private” skjdsdkskds
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hansoulo · 4 years
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AIAGS plot idea: Isabella's first day of school. Does she cry? Does daddy cry???
SJDHDSFKDJ ok ok im sorry this took me so long but ive been like keeping it in my inbox to stare at for inspiration bc i just love it so much and hadn’t even thought about it?? but now i really wanna write it bc it’s just like AHHH
i don’t think either of them would cry (might be some sniffles on her end when it’s time to really leave) but he’d definitely hug her like ridiculously tight and kiss the top of her head and hand her her little backpack and holy fuck 😭😭😭😭
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hansoulo · 4 years
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omg headcanons?? (but not rlly just ur thoughts??) on carrillo & how hes like with his daughter? 🥺 (cuz him having 2 kids is canon and im just.. hes so soft w his wife.. imagine how soft he is w his daughter 🥺🥺 MAJOR UWU)
lmao every time someone talks abt carrillo being a dad i think of @glowingpena and her baby fever hsdkhskjdsa but anyways this is about ain’t it gentle sound right 💀
i’ve always pictured him as the sort of dad who tries really hard?? like he’s not incompetent he’s an intelligent guy and he has to compartmentalize between his job and his home life otherwise he’d go crazy (he kinda already is but we love a freak so 👅) and he does his best given the circumstances which are decidedly Not Great.
i just really love the dichotomy between the man he is out in the field as “Colonel Carrillo” and who he gets to be when he’s at home with his daughter. like obviously that part of him is still there, it can never really leave, but he can afford to be softer and more tender like have you seen the scenes with his w*fe?? they’re so cute??
he gets help from his mother (and you >:) hehe) but he’s not one of those like bumbling father figures that uses their manhood as an excuse not to try. he’s very sweet with her, never leaves her when she cries, etc like the man will literally not sleep until he knows she’s ok bc she’s one of the few bright spots in his life amid all the violence. he has a tiny, little human that loves him unconditionally!!! how cool is that???
i have this idea that when she gets a bit older, around 3-4, our resident Dad™ takes her to a salon/braiding place to learn how to do her hair. just a tiny, adorable little girl sitting in the big plastic chair swinging her legs while this absolute dumptruck of a man tries to learn the difference between a french braid and a dutch braid from a bunch of young, 20-something cosmetology students like “is that Colonel Carrillo??”
ANYWAYS hope this quenched ur dad carrillo thirst 💀
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hansoulo · 4 years
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ramble about ain’t it a gentle sound under the cut
y’all know that post that’s like “so, what are you writing about?” 
AIAGS is about growing. about learning to let yourself love and be loved. about giving yourself permission to feel things, deeply and wholeheartedly after you’ve been hurt. it’s not about innocence bc both of them have had lives before each other, in ways that never intersected. they’ve both Seen Some Shit™ and come out the other end a little bit funky
but just because they aren’t each other’s first loves doesn’t mean they can’t be as valuable. i feel like society has this weird thing about purity, about being morally (or sexually) pristine. first loves and times and all that shit. and while there’s value to be found in those, i feel like second/third/fourth loves or marriages or what-have-yous get a bad rap because of that.
you don’t need to be pure and ~unsullied by the touch of another~ to experience deep connection. your love doesn’t run out!! it’s not a finite resource honestly some people act like it’s a diamond but it’s not!! it’s a plant!! it weaves and builds and will keep reaching for sunlight so long as you let it know you want it to!!! 
all your past experiences, all the people you knew and held and cried with, all of those add up into what brought you here, now. just because things didn’t work out with someone else doesn’t mean that relationship wasn’t important or wasn’t real. everything you go through teaches you things, about yourself and about other people.
everyone you’ve loved and everyone you will love coexists in you. you can appreciate something from the past without diminishing what you have now. you’re a human being. you’re allowed to learn things. i promise.
love, man. just.
LOVE
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hansoulo · 4 years
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hi i would v much like to know what you’d think would change in aiags if isabella were a little older and had memories w/juliana pls
OOOOH ok i’ve never really thought about this before but it’d actually be super interesting?? like say she was around 3-4 when juliana died, right.
i imagine things would be a little more tense when it came to the reader becoming a part of Isabella’s life, bc like she’s old enough to sort of understand what happened and possibly be more upset/uneasy, since she knows that like,, you’re not my mom sdjdkjsfdjf
obviously in AIAGS she didn’t have any memories of anything besides carrillo and then reader after about a year, but we know that carrillo has pictures of juliana in the house and has told isabella about her as she grew up, so it’s not like they’re trying to keep the past a secret lmao. she definitely grows up like aware of her situation so overall i don’t think it would change anything significant in the long run, but it might lead to some conflict when it came to parenting Isabella before she really understood/warmed up to the reader. toddlers b ice cold man they’re ruthless sometimes 💀
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