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》 Alexia Putellas x Reader

》 words count: +1k

》 I'd choose the devil I know over the heaven I don't

The end starts with you finding the ring.

“Alexia, I swear to your good knee, if you’re not ready I’m gonna sell your Ballon d’Or”, your announcement resonating through the rooms. 

You’ve been ready for an entire hour now, beaming and excited for the opportunity to present with your teammates a special award named after your captain. The only thing missing is your perfectionist girlfriend still hidden in the bathroom.

When you open the door, you cannot believe your eyes.

Alexia’s tattooed back is exposed in the criminally low backless dress she’s in, sure, but her hair is still dripping wet and she’s fighting with a makeup brush. Clearly losing, her frown is a well known hint for you. 

She’s not ready and now you have to find your way on the black market.

“Need help?”

“No”

“Yes, vamos a llegar tarde” (we’re late)

“No voy a llegar tarde si ni quiero ir” (I can’t be late if I don’t wanna go in the first place)

Your chuckle filling the room is enough to make the blonde smirk, but you know her well enough to read the subtle lines on her face. Her worries are clear, the reasons to be discovered and a solution to be found.

Taking place behind her figure, you set your hands on her sides and plant a couple of strategically placed kisses on her back and shoulders. Her fitted form relaxes right away under your lips.

When your eyes meet in the mirror it's like a story is being narrated, an understanding of each other that goes beyond big words and great gestures but holds the deep love shared.

Your fingers move to untangle the blonde’s wet hair, taking the time to dry and straighten each lock just as she likes.

“Lo siento” (I’m sorry)

Shy Alexia is a version of her few people meet, her stance a lot less intimidating than the one she portrays on the field or in front of hundreds of cameras. 

“No tienes nada de que arrepentirte, mi corazón” (Nothing to be sorry for)

“I lost time in the gym and I lost time in the shower and I guess I just don’t wanna go”, the English sentence giving away how much thought she put into it. 

The catalan turns to look directly into your eyes for the first time all day, you realise. She really doesn’t want to go to this event, but your excitement and anticipation must have helped hide it throughout the week.

“Eres preciosa, mi amor” (You’re beautiful), she simply states, taking in the perfectly ironed black dress you’re wearing and the meticulously braided hair framing your face.

You smile at her, you love her.

“I know you don’t like the idea of this award, I know you don’t want us handing it to you with a carefully drafted speech”

“¡Lo escribiste!” (You wrote it, didn’t you?)

“Jana helped, all the team did”

Alexia’s eyebrow rises and you don't miss the fact she has a little bit more makeup on than usual, a sight she’s putting an effort.

“I supervised, don’t worry”

“No es reconfortante” (It’s no reassuring)

But her shoulders are relaxed, her frown no longer creasing her beautiful face. The blonde is calmer now and you take it as a victory she never actually asked you to ditch the all thing and hide together under a blanket with a mindless dating show in the background.

“Lo leerás?” (Will you read it?)

“Banned me to even come close to a microphone”, to be fair, it was a single accident and they should’ve not let the anchor’s line open when you just won a championship and your girlfriend’s literally glowing.

She bursts out laughing and you know she’s ready.

Almost ready.

“Take me the white heels while I finish esto”, her fingers moving somehow awkwardly around her mouth, “Y estamos listos!” (And we’re ready to go).

You place a soft but firm kiss on her lips, leaving for her shoes rack.

You’re looking for a pair of heels, one she hates to wear but well designed and a perfect fit with her dress. One she doesn’t wear much so it’s probably hidden in a box in the back of the closet.

That’s why you’re looking for a hidden box of shoes.

That’s where you notice a velvet little box.

That’s how you find the ring.

It’s a beautiful ring. Stunning cut, your precise size. A modest but expertly crafted gem complementing the simple band. It’s the perfect ring.

You don’t like shiny thing, Alexia could ask you to marry her with paper or grass from Camp Nou and you’re gonna say yes regardless.

But that’s exactly the problem.

You love her, you really do. You love her so much you gladly do whatever she asks, if she wants it enough to ask. You keep her love above your own and that’s fine, you’re happy with it. What she loves comes before what you love, naturally following immediately after anyway. 

And what she loves the most is usually you, so you never questioned it. 

However, when her love starts coming despite yours, you realise you can’t keep doing it.

The shift is difficult to perceive, coming at such a silent but excruciating pace that’s impossible to predict and devastating to take in.

The bomb dropped on you in the form of a tiny jewellery box that detonated when opened, shining ring inside.

“Està Narnia?” (You found Narnia?)

Closing the box and effectively concealing the ring from your gaze it’s a switch off. The silence that usually preempts a devastating explosion is coming after it, this one time.

“I’m ready!”

When she walks out of the bathroom, stunning as ever, you just stare. You never loved someone as much as you love her, that is obvious for a while now. 

You never loved and you will never love someone as much as you love her. 

Not even yourself.

“Estás bien?” (Are you okay?)

“T’estimo” (I love you)

Shining eyes almost give away all the meaning behind your words, but the captain fondly kisses you and it’s all good again.

Alexia takes the heels from your hands, when you manage to find them is not clear in your head, and sits on the bed. Your fingers intertwine as you bend on your knees and carefully tie the long white laces around her ankles.

“You good?”, she holds one of your hands and her stare is searching straight through your soul.

She has a ring hidden in a box, how long ago did she buy it?

“Let’s get you this award, mi corazón”

She wants to marry you, when will she ask?

Both your holds are firm and kind, she is calmed and ready. Now, somehow, she’s even happy to go to this event if you keep holding her hand like that.

If she asks, you will say yes.

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[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! My heart is gushing from the flash fic and the fluff fic 🥺

Soooooo tasty! 😋

Imagine Gabi and her Mama having their own girl's day out. It's been a while since they got to spoil themselves together because of the wife's pregnancy and taking care of Benji. Gabi can't help but ask if she was difficult when she was a baby. The wife laughs and tells her all about her tiny terror days. How flustered Miguel got as a new dad. Her early soccer spark. How demanding she was with cuddles.

Gabi gets embarrassed and tells her to stop, and the wife laughs and is like, "Don't get mad at me, you asked!"

♥️✨Girls Day ✨ ♥️

Your heart had broken once when Gabi confessed why she was bummed out.

We don't do stuff like we used to, Mama

Of course you had a mini-crisis in front of Miguel, by saying you were the worst mom and the like, but before you could keep berating yourself with unkind words, he offered a solution.

"Go on a girls date with her and have fun."

You had mopped in his chest and hugged him tightly while saying you'd be lost without him. But in reality, he was right.

Ever since Benjamin's pregnancy and birth, and taking care of him it had been a long long time since you bonded with Gabi, she was growing up fast. And sometimes you'd catch her staring at your nail polish and vanity things. You knew she loved sports, but there was little times where she'd just stare at you with piqued interest as you applied makeup whenever you had a date with Miguel.

So you organized a day entirely to you both. The first stop was a pedicure and manicure. She'd giggle as the woman in charge scrubbed her feet. She had chosen a clear nail polish on her feet, so did you but with a French finish on them.

"Are you having fun, mi amor?"

She nodded with a beam as she gasped upon the acrylist bringing in a nail polish box full of colors.

"Pick one."

"Where are we going later?"

"What do you wanna do?"

"Can we go to get some ice cream?"

"Of course, Solecito" She had picked a baby blue nail polish, just as her soccer team uniform.

-----

You walked side to side, admiring the different shops in the mall, and finally reached the Ice cream parlor.

She asked for a Vainilla topped with caramel and nuts, you went for a frozen yogurt.

"Mama?"

"Hm?" You wiped her chin off a stain of caramel.

"Is Benjamin difficult to handle?"

"Oh? At first he is because you have to keep an eye on him most of the time, keep him clean and such."

"Was I a difficult baby?" You giggled and looked at her.

"Ay princesa. You nearly got your father green hairs." She giggled and looked at you.

"Really?"

"Oh yes. You were a tiny little gremlin that loved to bite Papa's fingers. He was always soo nervous when it came to handle you. He was all careful. A gentle giant." Gabi's eyes lighted as she tried to imagine her dear Papa trying to do all the things you did with Benjamin.

"He was so happy when we went to the doctor and he told us that you were a girl. He didn't sleep that day thinking in ways to call you."

"He named me after Uncle Gabriel didn't he?"

"Correct, yes." You nodded with a smile, "And when you were born? Good lord. Your dad was Mr. Worrywart." Gabi laughed softly as he ate her ice cream.

"He has always loved you. And made sure to have a lot of pictures of you."

"Is that why we have a bunch of photos of me all blurry and weird?"

You tittered and nodded.

"Yes, those are precious to him. I remember when you would just cling to his leg and demand him to cuddle you."

"No way!"

"Oh yes, you can ask him if you want. You've always been a Papa's girl."

"Don't get jealous, please?" She'd grab your manicured hand and smiled, you just giggled.

"What else can you remember?"

"Well, I remember you almost falling down the stairs cause you were fast" Gabi covered her mouth in embarrassment, "I also remember you getting your first ball. You were so fusy after watching a soccer game with your dad."

She scrunched her nose in disbelief and laughed

"Dad was the one that actually introduced you to soccer. The more you grew, the more you loved it. You'd always watch his favorite games with him and play afterwards."

"You love Papa?"

"Oh yes. You have no idea."

"I think I do, I mean. You're always watching him all... lovey dovey. He's a bit more secretive about it, but he loves you."

"I know, mi amor. You, Benji and him are the best things that have happened to me."

"Even though sometimes Papa is a bit cooler than you?" She looked nervous on her words but you just cupped her cheeks and squeezed her softly.

"Oh no. no. Don't worry, I know he is. Though, sometimes I do wonder if I am a good mom to you?"

She blinked and stared at you curiously.

"Who said you weren't?"

Tears welled up in your eyes slowly, but you just hugged her tightly instead.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, sure sometimes you get mad and are kinda scary when scolding Papa, but you always try your best, and I appreciate that."

"Who taught you that word?" You'd ask in between little sobs.

"Our teacher. She taught us to express our appre... appreciation to others."

You now wanted to hug that woman.

"She taught you well. And It means alot for you to say that. Really." You kissed her forehead.

"You know I love you, right?"

You nodded as she cupped your cheek and giggled.

"Of course I do, mi amor. C'mon. I have a surprise for you."

At the end, it wouldn't be a Girl's Day without shopping. You'd get her a new set of crayons, some art kit and of course a little toy makeup set.

She'd show Miguel her nails and the stuffs you'd get her. She ran to her room to try her things, as you stayed with Miguel.

"Thank you." You kissed him, "She's so wonderful. Even though she thinks you're cooler than I." He chuckled and pulled you closer.

"Had fun?" He'd hug your waist.

"Best day ever."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #💋 anon #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #asks and replies #t writes✨ #gabi o'hara #soccer family ⚽🕷️

[pedrostylez]

Before Mi Luz

pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

summary: reader and Javier are coworkers that typically hate each other, but find each other helpful in relieving that stress

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count:4.6k

warnings etc: smut, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, pet names… NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: This is the prologue to my first writing “Mi Luz” with Javi and reader. There's some context and then a dirty ending…if I have misspelled anything or whatever please tell me omg

You were carrying your box of personal items, ready for your job to start. Did you know any Spanish? No. Did you know anyone that you were working with? No. But…they had recruited you for your organization and for your ability to remember things, and that alone gave you some confidence that you didn’t originally have.

Your first day would have gone off without any issues if you hadn’t bumped into the first person you saw as soon as you entered the building. It was the damn heels you thought you had to wear, but after today you would make the argument that you were more efficient without them. No one was hurt, but you were startled, and as you went to apologize a gruff voice said “watch it.”, which you would come to find out later was Peña. You scoffed, and continued on to your office that you had been shown the previous day. That must have been the only time you would see him…right? The embassy was big, and for all you knew, you would never see him again. 

You had never yelled at anyone before-not like this. Sure, maybe at your younger sister when she stole something from your room, or at your dad when he had drank too much and hurt your mom, but you really truly weren’t like this. You were infuriated beyond measure, to the point of almost crying. And you knew plenty of people who cried when they were angry, but you weren’t one of them. You stood your ground, said your piece, and it would end there-someone would be declared a winner. Even when they tried to stoop low and make you hurt, say things that normal people wouldn’t say, you never lost your cool. 

But fighting with Peña was different. He was in your space, fucking around with your files when you had gone on lunch, and now you were screaming at each other. He was stooping lower than anyone else you had ever met, grinding every gear and just getting under your skin. Couldn’t he leave well enough alone?

Peña didn’t know how it started at all-he had come in here to ask you a question and you were missing. He waited 10 minutes exactly, until 1 pm when lunch ended for administrative staff, and when you didn’t return he started rifling through what he assumed would give him answers. Of course, it didn’t, and so he started opening more boxes. 

He didn’t hear you come in, because unlike the other girls in the office you wore either flats or tennis shoes. He teased you about it, seeing as it was not considered protocol, but you didn’t like it when he spoke to you and he didn’t necessarily get why. 

And now you were screaming at him and he was matching your energy. He needed intel and you weren’t here, what was he supposed to do? Let them get away?

You were arguing that he could have fucking called you, or had gone to the cafeteria where you had your lunch. But how the hell was he supposed to know that? Was he supposed to crawl around on his knees and wander around and beg you to help? 

He could see the fire behind your eyes, almost as if you were blacking out this argument, and it only fueled him more. You wanted to be angry? He could be just as angry. 

And when Murphy came in to break it up, Peña was pushed out of the room and heard muffled sobs. Man, had he really been that aggressive? But you started it! He could hear Murphy cooing at you to calm you down, telling you that Peña was wrong to speak to you that way. He was asking you what Peña had asked you-for the exact same intel. The way that you blindly gave it to Murphy so that only a few minutes later that blonde-headed asshole came out into the hallway to shake his head at Peña and shove the file in his chest, made Peña wonder what your deal was. 

Today was rough on multiple levels. Everything was out of place,  Peña and Murphy needed way more intel than you could provide, and to top it all off they had caught one of Escobar's closest henchmen.

Your hair was starting to frizz. The door to the embassy and into the office and therefore into your basement back room had been opened so many times that the humidity felt like it was drowning you. You picked your shirt off your chest, trying to create some airflow as you exited the bathroom directly across from the archives.

Bumping into Peña was always a hassle, just like the first time. Today it had been happening over and over because of how much information he needed, but in general, you avoided him. Murphy was nicer, smoother with talking to women since he actually had a wife, but blunt enough that he didn't waste time.  Peña on the other hand...

You could see why the girls in the office liked him-his jaw, the puppy dog eyes he used when he wanted something...but that was all he had. And he didn’t use the puppy dog eyes on you. Speaking to him wasn't typically pleasant, and you came to find out by listening to the men in the office that he really only paid for sex. It would explain why when he was talking to women in the office he relied on his eyes and talked lowly rather than with any charisma. You were thankful that he didn’t find it worth his time to try his hand at seducing you.

When he bumped into you again as you exited the bathroom, you had to hold your tongue. Was it really that difficult to see where he was going? "We got 'em." He said breathlessly, a small smirk coming to his lips as he looked at you shaking your shirt for some sort of cool air.

"Oh, that's great." You were sure you sounded monotone, but after the length of this day you didn't really care to be polite.

"It's uh...it's because of your archives of previous intel." He stated, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Why is it so damn hot in here?"

"People keep opening the door and letting out my cold basement air." You grumbled. It sounded like  Peña was trying to thank you for helping, but you weren't going to assume that. If he wanted to thank you, then he would, but since he hadn’t ever before, you doubted it.

 Peña's lips ticked up in the corner again. "Murphy sent me to invite you out for drinks with the rest of the office since it was because of you." He breathed, placing his hands on his hips.

You glanced at his shirt that seemed to have no buttons working, practically open to his navel with sweat covering his throat and collarbones. Eyes shooting back up to his face seeing his smirk deepening, you thought that maybe this was why others in the office swooned-that damn smirk.

"I appreciate it, but I am not sure I am going to go." You sighed, moving away from him and going back to the archives room where the air was still damp but cooler. He followed you, tilting his head as he held open the door. "Either come in or don't  Peña, stop holding open the door."

"You really want me to disappoint Murphy? And his wife?" Peña saw you eye him, and it was the first time he ever caught you. Maybe your walls were starting to come down after the year and a half you had worked with him and Murphy, and maybe he could get you to open up like Murphy got you to. In a way he was jealous that Murphy and his wife had such a good relationship with you-but he didn’t try too hard either. 

"I'm not sure that is all that new  Peña." You smirked, picking up files that had been used today and placing them back on their appropriate shelf.

 Peña scoffed at your dig at him. You were starting to make jokes at his expense, which he assumed was a good sign. He knew how tidy you kept this room, knowing every piece of information down to the letter and where it belonged. Most of the time Murphy would ask you a question regarding a member of the cartel and you could rattle off the answer before providing the file as proof. It was like you were their own personal library that they could press a button and the answers would appear.

He realized now that it was why you had gotten so upset with him and had a screaming match with him all those months ago. He never apologized to you, and just let Murphy do the talking.

But you were always sharp-tongued with  Peña. Murphy joked that you preferred blondes over brunettes, but  Peña saw the way you looked at him just now, and noted that it probably wasn’t the first time. It was like you wanted to know more, but wasn't willing to because of how much you hated him. Maybe you wanted to keep your job secure and not risk a hate fuck-others in the office weren't too worried about their job. He never had to work hard to get someone to fuck him. And if in the case that no one wanted to, he would go find "intel" of his own and pay for it, which typically meant he had to talk to you the next day to update you on a file or add information to one.

He could see your jaw ticking every time he came in the next day, smelling slightly of another girl's perfume as you noted down the information he gathered. Always silent, staring at his chin or his neck instead of his eyes. He didn't know how to win you over, but upsetting you was sometimes just as good.

He sighed, closing the door behind him as he walked away. He wasn't really keen on going to this celebration either. It was unusually hot today, and it wasn't like they caught Escobar himself. Sure, it was someone close to him, but he didn't want to celebrate too soon. The only way he was planning on going was if you were, if not to just annoy you and watch how you were when you relaxed.

He heard stories from the girls that would gather around a desk at lunchtime to chat about their weekend, and he knew that you could have a good time. He had just yet to see it. And he wanted to-desperately.

A deep sigh left your lips as you shut the archives door behind you, locking it and sliding the key into your purse. Somehow you had become the key holder, and you didn't mind it. You stayed later, and didn't trust one of the other workers to not mess up the organization system you had carefully crafted for the embassy.

Trudging up the stairs and breaking a sweat as a wave of heat hit your face, you glanced over to the pit-where all the officers desks were-and saw most of the lights off. Only one remained, cigarette in the air almost to it's end.  Peña's eyes shot up to yours, seeing that you were watching him. "Heading to the bar?"

You scoffed, shaking your head and walking towards the front door. "No, I am going to go home and take a cold shower."

"Wait-"  Peña put out the cigarette and quickly stood up, grabbing his jacket that had his keys in it. "I'll walk you out."

"You don't need to do that, I am typically here alone when leave anyways." Him asking to walk you out stopped you in your tracks. You couldn't tell if he had ulterior motives or if he was just being polite. Why was he all of a sudden being nice to you?

"I'm heading home too." He laughed, walking up to your side and pausing with you. "It's not as sweet of a victory until Escobar goes down."

You nodded, motioning to the door and beginning your trek to your car. It wasn't a long walk, but it was likely to be hot and you would need to take a few breaks. You didn't get the front parking spot typically, seeing as you worked in archives and weren't leaving during the day like the agents were. It made you thankful that you made the switch to sneakers early on, and didn’t have sores on the back of your feet like some of the ladies. 

 Peña walked beside you, slowing his stride enough to see which direction you were headed. His car was parked up front, now next to empty spots but typically next to Murphy's. "Where is your car?"

He followed your point, seeing that you were going to walk around 10 minutes uphill before you would reach your car. "I don't get VIP parking Peña." You laughed-he had never heard you laugh. He watched you start to walk away, giving the smallest of waves and he knew that something in the air was different tonight. He wanted to hear you laugh again. 

"Let me drive you over there then." He blurted, stomping out his cigarette and placing his sunglasses on his face. He wanted you to say yes, and he felt like he could persuade you easily. 

His offer surprised you, making you turn around and look at him. "What? No, it's fine." The sun was at the wrong angle and you had to shade your eyes, seeing his pink shirt had slight sweat marks on the collar. 

He smirked, pointing his thumb at his Jeep. "I have air conditioning, and that way you don’t have to sweat the whole way over."

He knew he had you willing when you stood stock still and tilted your head, looking at his car. It was a tempting offer…

And you didn’t say anything besides walk carefully over to the passenger side of his car. He was still shocked, having to move quickly to unlock it so that you didn’t change your mind last minute. He slid into his seat, immediately starting the engine and blasting the air to get it 

moving. 

You both sat in his car for a couple minutes, staring at his radio as he changed the channel until he found something he liked while the air began to cool down and you could feel yourself start to relax. The air felt nice, and his car was much quicker than yours at making the air cool. “Is your car new?”

He glanced at you, leaning back in his seat. “It’s a couple years old, but yeah I bought it new.” He took in how you leaned back, the air making your shirt move in its gusts against your chest, and how your hands weren’t clutching your bag so tight. “Do you make that walk every day?”

You nodded, laughing lightly again. “I already told you-I’m just archives Peña, I don’t get special treatment like you and Steve.” 

Not only did you laugh but he heard how you called Murphy by his first name and it irritated him. Had he really not gotten to know you that much? “You can call me by my first name too, you know.”

You scoffed, shifting in your seat and crossing your arms. “I don’t know you well enough Peña, to be calling you anything besides that.”

He forgot why he was irritated, because how you crossed your arms made your chest look…amazing. He knew he was staring too long, but in a way he wanted you to know that he found you attractive, especially since you and him didn’t seem to get along. Maybe you would be sweeter on him if you knew he found you physically attractive. 

“Eyes up here asshole.” You snapped, rolling your eyes and sitting back straight. “Are you going to drive me to my car or what?”

Well…that didn’t work. “Yeah I’ll drive you over.” He mumbled, wondering how he could get under your skin without starting a screaming match. “You just…that shirt is really nice.” He rolled his eyes at himself-that was lame as hell. 

But he got to hear you laugh again, and while he didn’t understand you, he liked hearing you happy. It made him feel like jell-o on the inside, and it was an ego boost to have you smiling because of him after so long of you not. “I think you were just looking at my tits, Peña.”

That made him choke and cough a little. “You have a mouth on you?” He let out an exasperated laugh, pulling up to your lonesome car and parking beside it so you could get out and slide into your drivers seat. 

“I’m surprised you thought I didn’t.” 

“I wouldn’t mind seeing more of what it could do.”

That was bold. You had never heard him be so bluntly flirty, seeing as any time you over heard him trying to pick up one of the office workers it was much more “want to go to the bathroom with me?” which didn’t sound like an appealing come on. You blinked at him, both of you exchanging looks for what felt like minutes. 

He knew he fucked up. Somehow he let the thought slip out of his mouth and now he was holding his breath for your reaction. He meant to say something stupid to see you laugh again, but instead came out this vulgar come on that wasn’t untrue, but not what he intended. “Um-I’m sorry I didn’t…it just slipped out.”

You glanced back down to his neck, watching his pulse pick up speed and how even with the cold air in his car it was still slick with sweat. He was nervous, and for some reason that was endearing to you. “I can do a few things…with my mouth.”

His eyes widened glancing to your eyes and then your lips and then your chest. Was he asleep at his desk? Did he fall asleep on the drive home? Was he drunk? “Yeah? Like what?” God he was pushing the limits right now. 

And suddenly you reach out and grabbed the back of his head and licked up his neck from his collarbone to his jaw. And the obscene sound that left his mouth spurred you on to do it again but end with biting his ear. 

 Peña was losing his mind. There was no way this was real. He reached out and grabbed the back of your head, pulling on your hair to detach you from his ear. You hissed, pushing back on his hand. “You want this? Here?”

You suddenly knew why the girls swooned for him. When he was in the moment with you, the breathlessness of his words, the timber of his voice made you buzz in his seat. With the cool air still blowing, the sun setting behind the building you both worked in, you nodded your head. “I could use a destress. Is that okay?”

He had to stop himself from exploding on the spot. You wanted to fuck him? Use him as your toy to unwind from the stressfulness of the job? He was on board for that. He pulled away from you, removing his hand from your head, killing the engine and getting out of the car quickly.  He walked around to the passenger side, opening your door and almost pulling you out too hard. “Get in the back seat.”

You felt yourself get wet, hopping into the back seat with his hand on your ass as he followed you in. The idea of fucking Peña had crossed your mind a few times, but you weren’t going to act on them until today when he said those words to you. No one had to know, right?

You flipped around as he grabbed your legs to slot himself between your thighs, pressing his erection to your center and pulling your skirt up. He leaned down to your neck and gave it the same treatment you gave his, biting your jaw at the end. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting you.” He groaned, palming the part of your ass that hung over his seat, kissing at your collar bone like his life depended on it. “What do you want baby? This is your chance to unwind, remember?”

You sighed, eye going skyward as he spoke to you. This is what you wanted after all. He was annoying as hell in the office but right now you needed him. You grabbed his hair and pulling him up to be eye level with you. “Sit up, Peña.”

He scrambled off of you, sitting up and guiding your hips to his and pulling you down so you could feel the friction of his jeans against your center. His hands reached forward to your chest, palming you and untucking your shirt from your skirt. “Fuck-”

The speed at which you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out was impressive. And what was more impressive was how quickly you sunk down on to him, pulling your panties to the side and letting him fill you to the hilt. He groaned, shocked at how quickly you sat on him, holding still and reaching around to your back to keep you steady. 

His mouth was open, sweat was dripping down his hairline as the back of your shirt was becoming see through with the heat. When he got out of the car and demanding you go to the back he had turned off the engine, and now it was like you were in a sauna. But somehow it made it better, because as you started to move Peña’s eyes closed in bliss. 

You leaned your head back, wrapping your arms around the front seats as leverage as you moved up and down on him.  Peña didn’t know if he wanted to lean back and watch you do the work or if he wanted to lean forward and lick your nipples, pull your hair, maybe thumb your clit. “You’re beautiful like this cariño.”

You moaned, opening your eyes to see him in awe of your body still covered. “We can only do this once, Peña.”

He grabbed your hip, halting your movements as he began to thrust upward and do the work. “Javier is just fine darlin’.” He pistoned into you, suddenly angry at how you wanted to keep this casual. Were you not absolutely infatuated like he was? The minute you let him touch you was like a reset in his brain-there was no way anyone else would fill his needs like you could. And the way you sat on his cock? And how he fit so snugly inside you? He refused to believe you didn’t feel it too. “We can see about this being only once baby-I think you’ll be too cock hungry, huh? Would you want to ride me again?”

You bit your lip and closed your eyes again, knuckles going white as your fingers sunk farther in to the seats. A light whimper escaped you, making Peña’s thrusts falter slightly, but he regained his rhythm and grabbed one of your arms to place your fingers on your clit. The way he spoke to you made you want to say yes, please but you held back. 

“I want you to cum on my cock and show me how much you’re enjoying this like I am. Don’t even fucking lie to me-play with your clit. Show me.” He felt out of control, almost in a completely different body with the way you fit so perfectly around him.

All the breath had left you when he spoke. This was his game. This is what kept women coming back. And there was no way you would be able to resist. 

He saw how much you liked his words, smirking and feeling accomplished. So this is what he needed to do to get you to be nice to him-fuck you into oblivion. “That’s it baby girl, you look so good like this, taking my cock. Does it feel good?” He watched you nod, throwing your head back again as your fingers slowed down. “Don’t stop, I want to feel you. Don’t wait for me honey-that’s so nice of you. This is for you. I want to see it.”

It didn’t take much longer for you to lose yourself, unable to control your moans as you began to release on him. The way you clenched around him was not what he expected, the flutter and the strong squeeze made him release too. He leaned forwarded groaning as he continued, burying his head into your chest. 

He slowed down, hot breath tickling your abdomen and fingers still clutching his front seats. His arms were wrapped around you, palms of his hands searing into your back and sides as he leaned slightly back. He wanted to tell you to come back to his place, that you could take a shower together and maybe you could show him more of your tricks with your mouth. But something sunk in him when he looked up to your eyes and how you were slowly coming out of a horny stupor. “Just sit here for a second, its ok.”

You felt panic rushing to your brain as you lifted yourself off of him quickly, making him hiss and hold on to your hips tighter. “Peña. I-shit, I shouldn’t have-”

“Don’t regret this, I needed this as much as you.” He said softly, desperately. He wanted to convince you to do it again. 

You looked at him and then looked out the windows of his Jeep. No one was around, and it was dark, the only light from the emergency lights surrounding the parking lot. “We can’t do this again, I really need this job-”

“No one will know, hermosa.” He was trying so hard to not be hurt by what you said, but he understood that you and he weren’t friends before this. That you had a job that you were proud of and didn’t want to risk any of it. “If you get back in the office and everyone gives you a hard time then we don’t have to do this again if you don’t want to but-” He faltered, chasing your eye line and finally grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. 

You let go of his front seat and sat up straight, hand resting on his arm that was holding your face in place. “I want to.” 

It was like cold water being poured over him when you admitted you would want to still fuck him. “I want you as much as I can have you.” Fuck he felt pathetic, completely at the mercy of you.

“One week and if no one thinks we…if I’m not completely humiliated then maybe we can-”

“You can take your stress out on me any day of the week.” It tumbled out of him, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours for a second. Any part of you he could have he would take. 

You chuckled, sliding off his lap and opening his back door. You stood up, fixing your skirt and turning around to see his cock still out going soft, completely overwhelmed. “I’ll see you next week, Javier.”

He watched you get into your car and start the engine, still not willing to move until he watched you pull away from the parking lot. He fixed his pants, stepped out the same side of the vehicle as you had, and shut the door gently. You called him by his first name and that alone felt like an improvement. Javier didn’t know what had just happened, but he knew that he couldn’t wait for the end of next week when he got to pull you close again, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to resist.

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[creedslove]

DESERVE IT - PART SIXTEEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Not even all the domesticity with Javier in the world is capable to keep the two of you together once his connection with Los Pepes is discovered

Warnings: angst, hurt, mentions of smut, incorrect narcos plot and a little bit of fluff but overall just angst

A/N: this chapter made me sad, I love this story and I'm sad this chapter happened, it made me tear up a little, but it is important for our story besties, I just hope you will like it 😿

• PART ONE TO FIFTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST

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You made sure to wake up very early the next morning, your heart couldn't take the love you were holding at that moment. Javier had asked you to marry him.

And you had said yes.

You still couldn't quite believe it, your head ached a little from the wine you drank the night before, but it was way better than you expected, after all that went on as well, you thought you'd be dead in the morning.

The amount of alcohol you had, the argument with Steve, then the situation with Javi followed by his disappearance and the mind blowing sex you had together and finishing things off with a marriage proposal. You were undoubtedly exhausted.

After he proposed to you and you said yes, you shared a passionate kiss. It was tender and gentle, sweet and it spoke so many words about your relationship without having to use words, and then Javi took you as his again, only this time he wasn't fucking you, he was making love to you, because you weren't just any woman and you weren't only his girlfriend, you were now officially his soon to be wife. A wife he wanted and craved because he wanted to marry you, he wanted to build a life with you, and not because he felt pressured into doing it, but because you were the one he wanted to share his life with.

Of course you weren't engaged yet, it wasn't official in the sense of having an engagement ring or setting a date for the wedding, but it was official enough for the two of you. Javier's mother's ring was in a box in the bottom of his wardrobe, but you didn't mind if he hadn't handed it over to you, it was a beautiful memory he kept from his mom, you knew how painful it was for both Javier and his dad when she passed and as much as a hard moment like that could help them narrow their bond, it seemed it only split them apart further.

And after what happened in his first engagement, when Lorraine refused to return him the ring and he almost lost it, you would perfectly understand if he got scared of giving it to another woman.

But Javier had asked you to marry him and that was all that mattered to the two of you.

Javier had serious commitment issues and if he had overcome all of it, it was because he was ready to tie the knot with you. You couldn't deny the pride you felt to know you were the one who made Javier's heart beat faster, he didn't escape you like he escaped others, you weren't just a fuck for him, you were going to be his wife, you were sure, because he would never ask something like that just because, it had a meaning to it, you knew it.

You were going to marry Javier Peña. That spread a heat across your reddening cheek and it made you giggle like a teenager, making you so distracted as you didn't even notice the moment Javi got up and walked to you.

He didn't bother putting on clothes other than his jeans and walked to the kitchen after you, a soft smirk on his lips as he remembered how you said yes to his proposal. He was a happy man that morning, despite everything bad that was happening in his job and in the country. Not even his fight with Steve bothered him, because all that mattered was that he was going to be a married man and you would be his beautiful sweet wife.

Just his arms snaking around your body as he kissed your neck without warning and making you squeal in surprise "distracted, cariño?" He raised his eyebrow at you and you chuckled softly "a little yes… good morning mi amor" you replied immediately turning around and watching his shirtless figure, one hand on his shoulder and another one on his waist. His broad naked chest and his cute belly just there, exposed for your enjoyment. Javier was a beautiful, handsome man, and as he was aware of his charm, you wondered if he knew how handsome he really was.

He licked his lips softly and looked at you, feeling a little unnerving as you would barely blink while looking at him and he felt… shy?

"What? Do I have something on my face?" He asked but you shook your head and chuckled

"No, I'm just admiring you because you are handsome"

Javi ran his hand through his hair and looked down, yes, he was definitely feeling shy. He cleared his throat and looked at you "stop mariposa" he eyed over your shoulder and bit his lips as he saw you were making breakfast. It wasn't his turn to make pancakes, instead, you were making him eggs and bacon.

His mouth watered at the sight of it, he couldn't resist that breakfast, just like he often ate when he was growing up at the ranch and he couldn't believe you were making that. He smirked at you "practicing to be a wife?" He raised his eyebrow and tried stealing a bacon bit, but you slapped his hand away.

"You can bet your cute ass, I am, Javier and my first action as a wife is sending you to shower because after all we did last night, you are sticky with sweat" you said as your hand ruffled his greasy hair.

Javi chuckled and shook his head "no seas tan mala conmigo" he mumbled and slapped your ass, making you squirm before walking to the bathroom.

A shower later, Javi had also shaved and trimmed his mustache. He had great expectations for that day. After all the shit he did the night before, Judy had promised him she would go down to the embassy and would confess, ratting on all the other crime lords that brought so much terror to the country.

It would be either that or she would go to the american press and rat on Javier instead. And then, his career would be over if he got lucky. If he didn't, he would simply go to jail.

So he hoped really hard the only possible option would be to welcome Judy at the embassy. He couldn't afford to have her tell the Miami Herald about the link to Los Pepes, it wouldn't take the DEA long to connect the dots and figure out which long term agent she would be talking about. As he dressed himself in his good suit - the one Steve often called Messina suit - he thought of how things had to work out that day. It was the only option, he couldn't just have that screwed up, his future depended on that, your future together depended on that. He knew Pablo's situation was getting tight and it would be a matter of time to catch him. Peña had thought of how ironic life really was. The biggest monster in Colombia had found his ruin once he got separated from his family. It always baffled Javier how a man who could do the cruelest things, could also be a loving husband and father. Of course it was common for every agent to know about Pablo's escapades and his collection of mistresses, his own wife probably knew about it and pretended she didn't, that was a part Javier didn't quite get, he understood the appeal, the power Escobar had and how he could have any woman in the country just because he was himself, and women wouldn't deny him, either for money or by fear. But at the same time, he'd seen surveillance photos enough times to know his wife was a beautiful woman, she'd given him two children, a family and he just couldn't understand how Escobar could jeopardize that for a couple of hours of fun with someone else. Of course, she probably didn't have much choice, she was married to him for life, and he would never let her go. When you marry a narco, it is literally till death do us part.

Javi didn't approve that, he wasn't a cheater and despite what everyone thought of him, he didn't just go and cheated on his girlfriend, of course most of his relationships didn't last long, but the moment he ever got bored, he just broke things up, it was better than making them suffer in the long run. The only he couldn't bring himself to do it was Lorraine, he was young and stupid, clueless and thought he would be able to go through a marriage with her, and when he was finally honest with himself and saw that no, he wouldn't be able to go through a marriage with her, he left her at the altar.

It was a horrible thing, a real dick move and he regretted that every single day even if he had already asked her for forgiveness so many times, he still felt bad about doing that to her. Even more so when he learned you had been through the very same thing. He got nauseous to know in a sense, he was the same as your ex-fiance was. It was something horrible to do, but Javi still think it was better than putting Lorraine through a loveless marriage, she was a good, decent girl, beautiful and she dreamed of a family, a family she got when she married her current husband, a man who really appreciated her unlike Javi, and that turned out for the best because she found someone she loved and years later, Javier found you.

He finished with his tie, groaning softly as it was early in the morning, he'd just left shower and he was already starting to sweat. He hated wearing suits and above all, he hated wearing them in Colombia.

But he would never hate the way you stared at him when he wore one. Ever since you arrived in the country, when you two were nothing more than just friends, you couldn't keep your eyes off him, he always thought it was amusing how you would look at him. And that was exactly the look you gave him once you spotted him walking towards you.

You really thought that after you and Javier got together, he would stop having that effect on you, but it turns out it hadn't ceased at all.

You were still mad for Javier, there was no way to fight it.

So you completely ignored the table you had made for him and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his lips deeply, before going to his beautiful sharp jawline.

You giggled and chuckled as his hands went around your waist, gripping you and pulling you closer to his body.

"So, are you dressed for our wedding?" Your raised your eyebrow and Javi nodded

"Yeah, and where's your wedding dress? Not that I'm complaining to marry you in my shirt and panties, but I think the guests would be a little shocked" he laughed softly and you slapped his chest playfully.

"Come on, I made you breakfast like a sweet little housewife, Peña, the least you can do is to sit down and have it" you pouted and watched as he saw on the chair, immediately going for his lap and getting comfortable.

You rested your head on top of Javi's feeling his soft hair on your chin and the scent of his shampoo as he began eating. You were so happy you wish you could just take him away from all the chaos and stress of DEA and hide away with him for a while. Maybe you two needed vacation, or maybe you two needed to go on your honeymoon already.

Javi moaned as he tried your breakfast, he knew he was a shitty cook and you only liked his pancakes because they were made by him, but your bacon and eggs were the best thing he ate for breakfast in so long.

He used his fork with his right hand as his left hand rested absentmindedly on your thigh, still tracing invisible lines on your skin with the tip of his fingers. You smiled at yourself, but Javi sighed deeply, putting his silverware down and holding you by the waist, as he indicated for you to sit on the chair next to him, he needed to look at you, into your eyes and be honest with you.

Javi took your hand, caressing gently and took a deep breath.

"I need to tell you what happened last night…" he licked his lips softly and began his account. He tried ignoring the worry and the fear in your eyes and didn't spare you any details. Javi wanted to protect you from everything bad in the world but he knew he couldn't. So as long as he could keep you physically okay, he decided he wouldn't hide any information from you, he wouldn't keep secrets, if you were going to be his wife, then he would be brutally honest with you.

So he told you all about that happened, about Judy, about her promise of going to the embassy and how she would rat on Javi in the american press if things didn't work.

You shook your head, so many questions and comments nearly rolling down your tongue, but you held yourself, you wanted Javier to tell you everything, you had the impression he was venting, he was letting things out. For the first time he was honest about all the implications that could happen to him and once Javier was done. You were at a loss of words, so the only thing you thought of doing was kissing him.

It was the best way you could show him support and he understood it perfectly, kissing you back, he accepted your offer. You both understood each other like no one ever would.

You washed the dishes as Javi apologized to you for not giving you a ride, but he would go straight to the Embassy earlier than you would go to the office. You shook your head and made sure to remind him not to worry about you at all, you would be fine, and you also told him he would be fine, even if you weren't so sure, you had to be supportive, so you pecked his lips and wished him good luck as he walked out the door.

•••

You were almost finishing getting dressed, as you put on your earrings and some lipstick when someone knocked on your door. You thought it was odd as you didn't really get visitors and neither did Javi, but you needed to check who it was, maybe it was just someone who missed the right door or even the mailman, you had no idea, but you would definitely check the peephole, as Javi had taught you and insisted you never opened the door to anyone you didn't know, especially at his place. He had a deep, dark fear of you being caught in an ambush meant for him. You shook those scary, depressing thoughts as you walked to the door, taking a look at the peephole just like he'd told you many times. You sort of chuckled to yourself: he would definitely be proud of you.

But you were in no mood to chuckle, as you saw Steve standing there. You groaned and the annoyance of his presence was intense. You want to ignore him, pretend no one was at home at the same time you wanted to open the door and let him know what you thought of him. And it wouldn't be flattering, that was for sure.

"Come on Y/N, open the door. I need to talk to you right now. Please" he asked and rubbed his forehead, sighing sadly "first of all, I want to apologize for being a dick, for offending you but I want to talk to you about Javier" he added "it's important"

You thought of turning your back and finish getting dressed, but at the same time your attention was caught by his words. If it was about Javier, it concerned you.

You sighed, taking a deep breath and opened the door, letting him in and looked at him

"What about Javi?"

"Y/N, I want to apologize for what I did to you last night, I was really bad to you, I shouldn't have said those things, you were always nothing but nice and sweet to me, you've always helped me and you are so nice to my wife and kids, I'm sorry if I ruined our friendship, but I was mad at Javier. I was fucking out of my mind, and I drank too much and I wanted to hurt him and I knew I would hurt him if I hurt you too" Steve sighed "I'm worried… I don't think Judy will give in, she is probably in Miami now, and the moment her interview hits the street, the DEA will be able to connect Javi with her accusations… he'll probably lose his badge, and he'll go to jail…" he sighed "Javier is my friend too, he's the closest thing I have to a best friend and I don't want to see that happening to him"

You nodded and bit your lips.

You didn't know what was going to happen, but you felt a killing anxiety in your heart and all you wanted was to get to the end of the day and meet your handsome boyfriend.

You spent your hours at work unable to focus, no one could provide you any information in order to calm you down a little. Colleen was a useless skank, all she did in that office was gossip about everyone else and hit on Javier; Steve had gone to the Embassy too, though he would be back as the tactical team was working on another ambush for Pablo.

Manu walked by your desk a few times, handing you papers here and there, but besides addressing you in such a businesslike manner, he didn't give you the time of the day.

You were so anxious at some point you caught yourself with your fingers close to your mouth, one step away from biting your nails. But you stopped yourself, thinking of how Javi loved your well-painted nails. The sweet reminder brought a smile to your face and the sense of calmness to your heart. Even if you knew it wasn't going to last, you were still thankful for it. The hours dragged themselves and you felt every single minute you spent trapped in that office was pure torture, you wanted to reach out for Javi and call him, even if it was only to hear his voice, you wanted that purring voice calling you cariño or princesa, or any other pet name that made your heart race. You even thought of going home earlier, but it wouldn't work as Javier would always arrive later than you.

You then forced yourself to work, bury your head into a pile of papers, reading, analyzing, correcting and redoing the process over and over. If you did that enough times, you promised yourself you would feel a little better, by being distracted.

And it worked, it worked to the point you only realized you were the only one in your office when you lifted your head up and looked around to see the other desks empty and the dark outside the window, but that didn't stop you, you drowned yourself into more work, now not wanting to face the possibilities and results of Javi's actions, you just couldn't lose him.

And you worked some more, only stopping when you smell the cigarette smoke and some steps walking to your table.

He'd lost his suit jacket somewhere, his tie was loosened and he didn't look you in the eyes.

"Cariño… I-I'm going to Washington"

•••

The two days that passed were nothing much than a blur to you, that bitch known as Judy Moncada had escaped to Miami and given her her interview. It didn't take a genius to figure out which long term DEA agent she was talking about, so the Board Of Professional Conduct wanted to see him immediately. You tried to be your best to your boyfriend, the two of you knew things wouldn't be easy from that moment on and you didn't want to show him you were gutted, even though you were. You just didn't want to add more guilt to him, he was already going through a bad enough situation, Steve was now really close to catching Escobar and after giving years of his life in order to chase him down, he was about to miss it.

He was just facing a nerve-wracking situation, Javi couldn't even sleep for the past couple of nights, he would smoke one cigarette after another and no matter what you told him, he was distant.

You didn't know if he wanted to push you away or if he was just doing it unconsciously, it broke your heart to think of the little time you had to spend with him would be so impersonal. You wanted to cry, to scream at him, at the same time you also understood the turmoil of feelings he went through.

You even went to Messina's office to beg her for the position she'd previously offered you in the US, so it would be a lot easier for you to be with Javi if you stayed in the same country, even if he left the DEA.

The night before his trip, Javi pulled you to his body, he looked you into your eyes and asked you for forgiveness, for every single thing he had ever done to you, from the time you were just friends, to when you guys simply became nemesis, and then when you finally admitted your love for each other. Javi made you promise him you would call and write to him, and he would do the same. He also made you promise that one day you'd marry him.

So he got on his knees and opened a small ring box, offering you his mother's ring as your engagement ring.

You'd said yes and kissed him deeply, not getting enough of him even when he was buried deep inside of you. You two had made love that night, but nothing ripped your heart apart than taking him to the airport.

The way he gripped your body and didn't want to let go even when the passengers of his flight were being called and he shot you his puppy eyes one last time before boarding on the plane and leaving you.

You were still stronger than you thought you would be, breaking down only when you got to his apartment, seeing how empty it was now that Javier was gone.

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A/N: THIS CHAPTER HAS MADE ME UNBELIEVABLY SAD, LIKE MY HEART IS HEAVY KINDA SAD 😭😭😭😭 IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN, I'M JUST SAD

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[boliv-jenta]

A little Halloween visit to my Pedro Boy motel.

Agent Ortega x f!reader, The Thief x f!reader

(My Ortega and Reader from Trust and my Thief from New Year's Eve.)

WC:3.9k

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected P in V sex. Cum eating. Blow job. Literal magical sex. Blood and gore.

Summary: The motel usually makes dreams come true. On Halloween, things get even more magical.

Part of And It Just Keeps Getting Better

Halloween Weekend

Mrs Lord pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. Her eyes were beginning to ache from going over paperwork. It just so happened that Halloween fell on one of their Fantasy Weekends and she was determined to make it memorable. Everything had to be perfect from the themed mocktails to the costumes, oh boy, would there be costumes. The thought of the guys all dressed up was almost too much. The clients would go nuts. Almost entirely lost in her vision she didn't realise that she was being watched. Something was stalked through the house towards her. It took its time, keeping its footsteps slow and gentle so as to not make a sound. It was only when it was right by her paperwork covered bed that she saw it

"I vant to suck your blood. Blah!" The creature announced as it pounced on her.

"Maxwell!" She playfully admonished. "You'll crumple my paperwork!"

"Sorry, Mi Vida. I just can't help it. You look good enough to eat." He managed to get out around his fake fangs.

"To eat, huh?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

That's how Max in his leather posing pouch and little black cape came to be face down between her legs for the next half an hour, thankfully minus the plastic glow in the dark fangs, while she deliberated over the food menu. Once she was satisfied in more ways than one, it was her turn to suck.

"Pathetic fallacy." Ezra mumbled as he looked out of his window.

Gregor lifted his head from the book he was reading. "Huh?"

"Oh nothing. It just seems like the weather has decided to join us in the festive mood. There's a storm coming in."

"I'm going to check the storm shutters just in case those clouds don't blow over. We've got enough food and water if we get cut off. Can you check the radios are all charged and handed out?" Joel asked Dave as he checked his tool box.

"Were you a survivalist in a past life?" Dave ribbed his friend.

"Something like that." Joel muttered heading out.

"Mrs Lord, I took down some of your decorations outside. If the wind picks up it'll rip through them like a tornado in a trailer park." Jack deposited the gathered decorations on the desk.

"Thank you, Jack." Mrs Lord gave him a half smile. It was all she could give him with the stress this weekend on her head.

Everything had been fine, all but one guest had checked in. All the preparations were complete. Then the sky started to darken. The weatherman had called for clear skies, it was unnerving to see anything but. With their location they had prepared for situations like this. They had a backup generator, emergency supplies, they were in a good position should the worst happen.

Mrs Lord let out a steadying breath. "It'll be fine."

Lightning flashed across the sky, it was almost lost against the lights of the reception room. The accompanying thunder was definitely lost against the sounds of the party in full swing. Almost all of the guests were happily paired with a partner for the night. Din, in his Knight costume, had a woman on each arm. Ezra in his best Pirate Captain threads had accepted a client. Oberyn was dressed as a god in golden robes, much to Dieter's delight, who was dressed, fittingly, as a housecat. His 'costume' consisted of a black jumper, black sweats and cat ears. It was almost as half hearted as Jack's Cowboy costume, which consisted of his normal clothing. Even Joel had put in a bit more effort with his pale face paint and neck bolts. He figured Frankenstein's Monster was fitting for him.

As the pairings filed out, ducking under the awning to hide from the driving rain, Maxwell noticed a guest, dressed in old wild west clothing, standing with both the Marcuses.

"Gentlemen." Maxwell greeted them. "What seems to be the problem?"

Pike spoke up "It seems that Mr Ortega here was booked in with Max Phillips but he's nowhere to be found. My client is missing and Moreno's was a no show."

Max thought for a moment. "I know we have one no show. So where is your client? And Phillips?" Max Phillips may be a brash jerk but clients liked him well enough. He always left them in a euphoric daze as they checked out. He didn't mix much with the other employees but he was a busy man. He worked in the city by day and spent his evenings working at the motel. Beyond that no one really knew much about him.

Maxwell did know that Max was very professional and had never missed an appointment. "Let's go look for him."

The short leather skirt creeping up her thighs was definitely out of her comfort zone.

"Come as you aren't night." She reminds herself as she hurries along to the party that she is late for.

Stopping once again to pull down her skirt, a voice from behind you makes her jump. "I think it looks great."

Spinning around, she found the voice's owner leaning in a doorway. His long legs crossed at the ankle as he leans against the frame. Taking in how strikingly handsome he is, she hopes that he's that man she's here to meet.

"Marcus?" She tries.

"And you would be…?" He holds out his hand.

For a second she wondered why he wouldn't already have her name, since the host assured her that he had discussed her desires with Marcus and set everything up for her. Maybe he didn't give him her name to protect her in case she backed out, she reasons. Giving him her name she shakes his hand.

"Come on in." Giving her an easy smile he leads her into his room.

Once inside, Marcus is a little more forward than she expected. His thick fingers dig into her thigh and scalp as he pins her to the wall. His lips don't leave hers until she's breathless. All her insistence on taking things slow was rapidly flying out of the window and into the storm beyond. There was no hesitation left in her when his fingers hooked under her panties to move them to the side. With the first swipe of his fingers across her now throbbing clit, she decides that she wants him now.

Taking a breath to gather her courage she manages to say the word that's been hidden in her fantasies. "Daddy, please make me come."

Marcus lets out a deep chuckle as his fingers breach her, stretching her in the most delicious way. "Don't worry, Sweetness. Daddy will make you come hard."

Marcus made good on his promise, his fingers pumped in and out of her relentlessly until that spot inside her couldn't take anymore. Her walls clenched around him, pulling his fingers in as he pulled her in to kiss her neck. He kisses and suckes on her pulse point so hard that she knows she's going to have marks later. He only stops to lick his fingers clean of her cum before returning to her neck and sucking harder than before. No, not just sucking, biting.

A scream cut through the air. It wasn't unusual to hear screams echoing around the courtyard. It was unusual to hear one so clearly blood curling.

"That came from upstairs!" Pike called before taking the stairs two at a time with Ortega hot on his heels.

The two men had been in the courtyard trying to sort out alternative arrangements if Max Phillips wasn't found. Pike was sure Oberyn wouldn't mind some more company for the evening. Ortega politely entertained the idea but Pike could see he seemed pretty set on Phillips. He thought this odd for a first timer but maybe Mr Ortega was just a man who knew what he wanted.

Pike ran down the narrow balcony zeroing in on the sounds of a struggle.

"You bastard!" A woman screamed before the door to the next room flew open. Out sprinted Max Phillips, the lower half of his face covered with blood. Pike was about to chase him when he saw the woman holding her neck, the red of her tank top darkened.

Ortega ran past "I've got him."

Pike had no other choice than to let the other man handle it as he administered first aid while waiting for Kyle. Joel had given the paramedic a call after hearing the commotion.

Once the woman was safely taken down to the small medical room, Pike tried to make sense of what he'd seen.

"He bit her?!" Moreno was stunned even with the evidence in front of him.

"It looks like." Pike sighed, still in disbelief.

"Was that some sort of kink he had? Did he take it too far?" Moreno mused out loud.

Pero had joined them when he heard the fuss. He muttered something under his breath in Spanish that only Moreno caught.

"You can't be serious." Moreno huffed a laugh. "A vampire?"

"We never saw him in the daytime. Or saw him eat or drink. His clients always checked out acting rather peculiarly. I have travelled to many places with such myths and seen things that I cannot explain."

Before either Marcus could react to Pero, a man approached them from the shadows. "Your well travelled friend is right. You have a vampire in your midst."

The man was very well dressed. He had on a white dress shirt, fastened with an expensive looking pair of cufflinks complimenting the even finer watch on his wrist. He wore a black bow tie that matched his vest in colour. Black dress pants and designer shoes adorned his lower half and the outfit was completed by a leaf pattern embroidered overcoat.

"Forgive me. I am Señor Ladrón. I have been searching for your vampire for a while. He had left quite the trail of victims." The man informed them as casually as if he had just told them to expect rain.

"Well, you found him. What do we do now?" Joel stepped out of the first aid room, closing the door behind him to give the recovering victim some privacy.

"We kill him." Señor Ladrón stated simply.

This seemed to be a good enough answer for Joel who simply nodded. Pero seemed satisfied too. Both Marcus's had seen some weird things during their time in law enforcement but a vampire would be pushing it. Nevertheless there was a bad guy on the loose and it was their job to stop him. The men paired off. Joel with Pero, Pike with Moreno. Señor Ladrón excused himself to gather some equipment from his car.

"Do you think we should be letting him walk around here by himself? The guy thinks vampires are real." Moreno asks Pike as they make their way through the motel.

"Max is my biggest concern. I'll have Din go check on our visitor." Pike edged his way around to the part of the motel that was under development.

The only light was the glow from the well lit side of the motel, the full moon and the occasional flash of lightning. Even Pike had to admit with all the vampire talk and it being Halloween night, the whole setup had him a little rattled. A little. That must be why he could have sworn for a second that he saw a light on in the last room on the block, even when they found it completely empty.

The cloaking spell worked perfectly as you watched the Chef and Superhero take a look around the room before walking off the way they came.

It didn't take much to lure the vampire into a trap. It was thirsty in more ways than one, so with your blood pumping and all that flesh on display, how could he refuse to follow you into one of the rooms that were closed for refurbishment. The spell you had cast on the room took effect almost immediately. The well-dressed vampire swayed on his feet. With a little support from you, he made it to the bed.

"What the fuc…?" Was all he managed before he was out like a light.

Studying his profile in the light of the full moon you thought it was a shame to kill someone so handsome. "Sorry, Gorgeous. I promise it's for a good cause."

Straddling him, you pressed the tip of the cedar stake to his chest lining up it before preparing to raise it. A flash of lightning was followed by the boom of the door being kicked open.

Ortega ran into the room, grabbing the stake in your hand. "Carrying out the ritual without me?"

"Just like you tried the last one without me." You snatch the stake back.

"I was going to include you but you seemed a little preoccupied."

"For the last time. That was a business dinner!"

"He didn't seem to think that. Even when I made it clear to him."

"What? That's why he reneged on the deal!"

"If he couldn't handle a six shooter aimed at his balls, he had no place in business."

A scream of frustration left you. "Aren't you bored of this?! A hundred and fifty years we've been at this. You betray me. I betray you. One hundred and fifty years and we're still both so stubborn that we can't trust each other. We can't love each other." You feel the weight of your words slip from your shoulders.

Ignacio Oretga usually presented an intimidating front unless he needed to turn on the charm. There was exactly one person and one person only who could bring out the soft demeanour he took on now. "Darlin', there hasn't been one second of the last a hundred and fifty years that I haven't loved you. Now trust is another thing entirely…" he grinned.

"Don't laugh at me." You pout.

Ignacio leans in to kiss your bottom lip poking out. "I'm not laughing at you. I would never!"

"Yes, you would!" You grin back at him, your fingers fiddling with his lapels. "I love you, too."

The first kiss between you in a decade sparks the old fire between you. The reason for you being in this motel is nearly forgotten as Ignacio lifts you as close to his body as he can. He's eager to refresh his memory of your body against his.

"Wait, My Love. We need to finish the ritual or our hundred and fifty years end here."

Ignacio's fingers lace between yours around the stake. "Allow me." He slips the wood from your hand.

Ignacio lines the stake up just as you did and prepares to raise to deliver the killing blow. Just as it had with you, the door bursts open. A familiar figure is back lit by the lighting outside from the worsening storm.

"Thief." You spit in its direction.

"Oh, I'm so much more than that." He laughs. "For example, tonight I'm a trader."

"What is it you want to trade?" Ignacio's eyes narrow on him.

"The vampire and the secret to securing a few more years of life for you both, in exchange for allowing me to feast on the energy from the ritual."

"But we have the…" You trail off as you see that the vampire is gone and all that remains on the bed is a faint mist. The potent tang of magic settles on your tongue.

"When you say 'feast on the energy'...?"

Ignacio presses, keen to get rid of your uninvited guest.

"It's simple. To increase the longevity of the ritual you must make love in the blood of the creature rather than just bathe in it. I simply wish to watch and feed off your passion." The Thief sat himself in a chair at the end of the bed as if the whole thing was a done deal.

"You're an Incubus?" You wonder aloud.

"Among other things." His brown eyes glint red with amusement.

Turning to Ignacio, you could see him weighing up the deal.

"We've done more exotic things in bed." Your lips quirk up at the memory. "Prague."

"Hmm. California in the 70's." Ignacio smiled, stepping closer his hands finding your hips as if he was engaging you in a dance.

"Amsterdam." You swayed to the old melody supplied by your memories.

"So we are in agreement?" The Thief snapped his fingers and the vampire reappeared.

"Yes." You say in unison with Ignacio.

Neither of you so much as glance at The Thief as you let muscle memory take over until the two of you are naked. A wispy tendril of red mist winds its way to you from the hand of The Thief. It licks up your bare skin increasing the sensitivity of every nerve it touches. When it pushes between your legs it almost brings you to orgasm in an instant. Ignacio seems similarly affected as his cock flushes red and weeps.

"Just a little gift from me. For being so gracious in accepting my offer." The Thief undoes his belt as he speaks before cupping the large bulge below it.

Ignacio presses a single kiss to your bare shoulder, it's enough to make your knees weak. With shaking hands the two of you manage to wield the stake. The weight of the two of you tumbling into bed pushes the stake into the vampire's heart. An explosion of thick, crimson blood covers you as you sink down into the bed. Ignacio is inside you before you know it, filling you with his cum as your convulsing body milks it from him.

The Thief moans in contentment as he strokes himself through his clothing. "Again."

The tang of copper rolls over your tongue as Ignacio kisses you. It takes only a fraction longer for the two of you to come this time. Your heels dig into the meat of his pert ass as you draw him deeper. His warm release drips out on the bloodied sheets below. He seems to have even more for you than usual.

"Again." The Thief groans as he starts to stroke his now bare length.

Ignacio fights through the fog of his mystical arousal to position you where he wants you. He now has you on all fours. After all these years there is still something primal about spearing you on his cock from this angle. He manages to last a little longer this time. Enough that he gets to enjoy the arch of your back as he pulls on your hair and the jiggle of your ass as he smacks into it. His cum gushes into you as he stutters out a groan. Each climax feels electric. He wants to fuck you over and over. Not just because of the spell but to make up for lost time. How had he been so stubborn as to miss so much as a day with you?

Gripping the bed frame you try to compose yourself as the last orgasm fades. Each one hits like plunging into the ocean. It hits hard before consuming you in its depths. Making the mistake of looking up you see The Thief with his head thrown back in pleasure. His hips chase his hand as his fucks into his fist. The sight of him so freely chasing his pleasure has you coming again.

Ignacio's hand lands firmly on your ass cheek. "I forgot my naughty girl likes to watch. Thief!"

The Thief still carries on jerking his cock as he acknowledges Ignacio.

"Why don't you join us? My wife has a very talented mouth." Turned on by his own words, Ignacio Jackrabbits into you hard until he comes again.

The Thief moves with inhuman speed pressing the tip of his cock to your lips before you realise he even left his chair. "Would you like a taste?" He strokes your cheek gently until you open up for him.

The precum gathered on his slit is like nothing you've ever tasted before. You find yourself sucking and bobbing your head in earnest just to get more. When Ignacio starts snapping his hips into you from behind, the force causes you to gag on The Thief's swollen head. The sound makes Ignacio throb inside of you. His wife choking on a cock while he fucks her from behind prompts another load of his seed to fill up your warm cunt. The warmth of him triggers another orgasm from you. Whatever this magic is, you want more of it. Not just for the sex but for how your husband feels inside and against you. Ever touch is heightened. You couldn't get any closer to him than you are right now. It soothes the ache in your heart from spending years without him.

The Thief utters something in an unrecognisable language as you swallow around him. He then pulls out with a slick pop. "I will still let you have a taste but I'm afraid I might be too rough while I chase my end."

The Thief proceeds to wrap his hand around his thick girth.The noise of his balls slapping against his fist while he groans deeply is enough to even affect Ignacio. Flipping you over, he mouths at your blood soaked tits. Sucking on each nipple until it aches. Each suck and bit builds another climax it only takes his fingers pressing to your clit for you to achieve it. You watch in fascination as Ignacio's cock spurts another load across your thigh without even being touched. Running your fingers through it, you greedily stuff them in your mouth.

"I've missed you so much." You pull your husband in for a kiss that evolves into a slower pace of love making. Slower, but no less satisfying as you both come twice in each other's arms.

The laguid, comfortable satisfaction that The Thief drinks down reminds him of his own love at home waiting for him. He's almost full and his cock aches for release. He starts to withdraw his magic from them. It's harder than he anticipated as they were already so much in love and lust. He finally does so as Ignacio has his wife's legs spread wide in the air to thrust impossibly deep inside her. Reaching out, he grips her ankle to steady himself as he prepares to finish himself off. He's so close, he can feel the heat in his spine. Looking down, he watches Ignacio's thick cock splitting his wife's tight pussy open. Her folds glisten with both their releases. Her puffy, pink cunt looks throughly fucked still it pulls her husband's cock deeper. He can feel their love and passion fueling the spell. The magic in the air ripples over his skin, his nipples tighten just before his balls do. His fist works incredibly fast to pump his overdue spend over the face of the beautiful woman underneath him. As he covers his face, her husband paints her insides. The scream that rips from her leaves her mouth open to catch The Thief's seed. She rides out her climax on his husband's cock while licking The Thief's cum from around her mouth. The Thief thinks that he got the better end of the deal. As the heavy energy in the room lifts, The Thief prepares to leave.

All the years you'd seen the man as nothing more than an annoyance. Someone who turns up now and again when your agenda's crossed. Now you were seeing just how powerful he was.

"Wait. That was…" All coherent thought leaves your brain as you look up at your husband practically glowing. Your eyes trace a bead of sweat from his forehead down the curve of his beautiful nose before dripping onto your bare chest.

The Thief chuckles. "If you think I know how to celebrate Halloween, wait until you see how I celebrate New Years."

Author's Note: I had a completely different vibe planned for this one but I'm just so happy to have finished something after going through a dry spell.

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#pedro pascal character fanfiction #agent ortega #agent ortega x f!reader #the thief #the thief x f!reader #max phillips #maxwell lord #marcus pike #marcus moreno #joel miller #kyle hartley #mojo dojo casa sex house #the motel

[avatarmerida]

Beautiful

I know that this ask was from the “send me a word and if it’s in my wip I’ll post the sentence it’s in” prompt and I didn’t have a sentence with this word in it but seeing this actually inspired a short little fic so Imma just post it here in response lol. I used google translate for the spanish pls no one hate me i lost my Duolingo streak

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“After this can we go over conjugation again?” Hunter asked as he flipped to an empty page in his notebook.

“Sure,” said Luz. “But you don’t have to take so many notes ya know, there’s not gonna be a test or anything.”

“I know that’s technically true, but something about the look in the eyes of that little owl in the box makes the stakes feel higher.” said Gus with a shudder.

“We have a streak to protect,” added Willow with determination, furiously sharpening her pencil to take notes of her own.

“All right, let’s try translating some basic sentences,” said Luz, writing a new one on the board. 

La flor es muy hermosa

“Oh oh oh! I know this one!” announced Amity, eagerly raising her hand.

“I know you do batata, but let’s let someone else try,” said Luz with a wink. “Whatcha got, Gus?”

“I’m not entiiiirely sure what it says, but I’ve gotten really good at rolling my r’s,” said Gus. “Herrrrmosa. See?”

“That is pretty impressive,” marveled Luz. “What about you, Hunter?”

“Well, I know that ‘la’ is a definite article for nouns,” he began, breaking down the sentence piece by piece as he often did. “And ‘muy’ is a common adverb that means ‘very’ or sometimes ‘highly’ so it’s saying ‘something’ is ‘something,’ right?”

“You’re on the right track!” Luz encouraged. “I snuck in two new vocab words to test your ability to use context clues.”

“Boo! You said there were no tests!” said Willow with thumbs down. Hunter contined to stare at the board as if it was one of life’s greatest mysteries. 

“Hmmm, ‘la flor es muy hermosa.’ read Hunter aloud. “Can you give me a hint?”

“Hmmm... it’s something in this room,” said Luz, looking towards the corner where Willow’s latest collection of chrysanthemums sat in a pot basking in the sunlight. 

“Uh... beanbag?”

“No, uh... oh!’“ said Luz, snapping her fingers with inspiration. “It’s a word you would associate with Willow.”

“Oh, beautiful.” said Hunter as though it couldn’t be more obvious, writing it down with confidence in his notebook.

“Um...” said Luz, taking delight in the smile Willow was obviously trying to suppress as she snuck a glance at the boy beside her. “That’s technically correct. So we’re almost there, ‘flor’ is another word we could associate with Willow.”

“Strong? Brave?” tried Hunter, tapping his chin with his pen. “But... no, ‘la’ signifies the following word would be a noun... is it captain? ‘The captain is very beautiful?’ Or would that be capitalized?”

“Hunter, do you want me to-.”

“No, no I don’t need another hint, I can figure it out,” he insisted. “Beautiful like Willow... what’s beautiful like Willow...?”

“Luz you’re gonna break him,” said Gus playfully as Hunter attempted to do the impossible.

“Oh! The flower is very beautiful!” said Hunter triumphantly.

“Perfecto, mi amigo!” sang Luz. “Is, uh, that what you got too, Willow?”

“Well, I’m more of a visual learner.” smiled Willow, turning her notebook around to share a detailed drawing of a beautiful flower.

“Wow, that is beautiful Captain!” Hunter praised, Willow had truly brought the sentence the life.

“Yeah,” agreed Luz with a grin. “Does that mean you’re gonna draw a picture of Willow in your notebook Hunter?” She teasingly asked the boy who was suddenly made aware of his own words and turned a bright crimson.

“W-what? Why? I-I don’t do that!’ he sputtered, covering the bottom of the his notebook page for some totally unrelated reason.

“Oh! Oh! Teacher, teacher!” said Gus, frantically raising his hand. “How do you say ‘busted’ in Spanish? And please tell me there’s an r in it.”

“Arrestado,” Luz replied.

“Arrrrrestado dude,” said Gus with a smirk to Hunter, who groaned lightly as the rest of the group laughed.

“Okay, okay, there will be plenty of time to tease Hunter after class,” said Luz. “Let’s translate some more adjectives while we’re on a roll. What are other words similar to ‘beautiful?’“

“Oh oh! ‘Amazing!” sang Amity, ready to shine. “Its ‘Increíble’ as in ‘mi novia increíble.”

“Aw! Gracias, batata.” Luz blushed.

“Not impressive, we all know that's like the first thing you learned,” scoffed Gus. “What about ‘totally awesome?’”

“Totalmente asombroso.”

“Gus es totalmente asombroso,” said the boy. “I think we should all work on making this a permanent part of our vocabulary.”

 “What about ‘handsome?’” asked Willow.

“Well, you could use guapo.”

“And then muy guapo would be very handsome, right?”

“Correcta!”

“Cool,” said Willow as she added the new phrase to her notebook, her eyes wandering over to Hunter who still stared at his notebook with a face that reminded Willow how she had learned the word rojo. “Muy guapo.”

As Luz moved on, Hunter couldn’t help but feel Willow’s gaze on him and turned his attention away from his vocab to return her dreamy look with inquisitive eyes. “Why are you looking at me?” whispered Hunter, bringing his hand to his cheek worried there was another reason to be embarrassed. “Is there something on my face?” 

“Nah, I’m just a visual leaner,” said Willow with a shrug, committing the word to memory for future use. 

#huntlow #winter toh #willow park #hunter toh #toh #the owl house #it’s cheesy and cliche but whatever they deserve cheesy and cliche #it’s canon Dana told me

[magicalmadrigals]

Diamonds Never Shined So Bright As Them

Thank you to the lovely @ginnyweatherby for your help in working out a title for this little one-shot! Honestly would have been stuck without you and I was so ready to get this posted and to have it done after days of writer’s block! Hope you all enjoy!

Putting her wedding ring back on, she almost had a heart attack when she turned around after washing her hands to see her esposo standing in the entrance to la cocina. He was standing there in his nightclothes, the dark hair on his chest peeking out from beneath his nightshirt where a few buttons had been left undone, and there was a tender smile on his face as he watched her from where he was leaning against the doorframe. How long he had been there for was unknown to her, but something told her it had been quite a while. He had perfected the art of sneaking up on her without her hearing him purely so he could watch her bustle around the room.

She had no idea why it fascinated him so, but there it was.

“I love watching you work in here,” Was what he said when he moved away from the doorframe, carding a hand through his hair, and made his way across the candlelit room to where she was standing. He took her waist in his hands then, waiting for her to dry hers on the tea-towel before she set it down on the counter behind her and brought them to rest on his chest. “Of course, I would prefer it if you refrained from doing it at half-past two in the morning and actually allowed yourself to get some rest like a normal person.”

“But I’m not a normal person, I’m a Madrigal.” She reminded him, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

He shook his head at her before leaning in to place a kiss on her nose. “Even magical people need to sleep every so often, mi amor.”

“I know, but I thought I would see if I could get ahead for tomorrow since I slept later than I should have this morning and ended up behind schedule,” She sighed, removing some lint from his nightshirt. “I think you should tell me your excuse since you know mine.”

“Gladly,” He took a hand from her waist to reach into his trouser pocket and pull out a small box wrapped in paper, chuckling when her brows knitted together as she accepted it from him. “I wanted to make sure I was the first person to say feliz aniversario to you.”

He heard her breath hitch in the back of her throat before the most beautiful smile crossed her lips. “Feliz aniversario, corazón.”

Allowing his hand to return to her waist, he dipped his head and captured her lips with hers in a long and soft kiss and felt the love he had for her deepen when her hand ventured up his chest and came to rest on the side of his neck. She rose onto her tiptoes, still meeting him kiss-for-kiss, and let her thumb graze his cheek before she giggled into his mouth when he picked her up and sat her on the counter. Breaking apart for a moment, they shared a smile before he brushed a curl behind her ear and pressed his lips back to hers, smiling when he felt her wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck so she could play gently with his hair.

It was quite a while that the two of them were lost to one another for, their kisses slow and soft and passionate, neither one of them feeling the need to rush the moment since the rest of the familia had gone up to bed long ago, but then the need to come up for air presented itself. She let her lips cling to his for slightly longer than necessary when he pulled away, wanting to savour the moment, and once he had placed a kiss on her forehead she took her arms from around his neck and glanced at the tiny box still in her hand. “What is this?” She asked him, lifting her gaze back to his once more and laughing when he gave her a good-natured roll of his eyes.

“You are familiar with the concept of a present, aren’t you? You’re supposed to open it and find out for yourself.” He teased.

She smiled and shook her head at him in response before starting to tear into the paper, feeling his arms snake around her waist as he took a small step closer to her, and once she had unwrapped the box she set the paper down beside her on the counter. For just a minute, she looked at the box in her hand before lifting the lid and feeling herself become overwhelmed with emotion as her eyes filled with tears. Inside the box was the most beautiful necklace, a tiny butterfly pendant hanging from a gold chain, and there were three little gems, one on each wing and one in the centre. It was truly one of the most gorgeous things she had ever seen in her life.

“I had no idea what to get you and I had been thinking about it for months,” She heard her husband say seconds later and looked up into his eyes, still blinking back the tears in her own. “I knew it had to be special because thirty years of marriage is something of an achievement, especially when you’re married to me because I honestly have no idea how you cope sometimes, but it was so difficult. I was out with Miraboo a couple of days ago though, walking through town, and I spotted a mariposa and was reminded of our first date. I saw one the exact same when we were having that picnic and I knew in that moment that I was going to marry you someday.”

She was no longer able to keep the tears from falling down her face when those words left his mouth and she giggled tearfully when he wiped them from her skin. “I never knew about that,” She admitted in a quiet voice. “What about the gems? Are they for the girls?”

“Sí, I thought it would be wrong for me to get you something for our aniversario and not include them when the three of them make up such a big part of our story,” He explained. “I spoke to them about it and they thought it was a good idea, though you would not believe how difficult it was to get Mirabel to keep quiet about it. I lost count of the amount of times she nearly spoiled the surprise.”

“Wait,” She thought for a second before her eyes lit up with amusement. “So, when Isa and Luisa practically tackled her yesterday…”

He nodded, causing her to burst into another fit of giggles. “If you need a secret kept, those two are the ones to go to about it.”

“I can’t believe you went to all this trouble for me.”

“Por qué? You know how I feel about you by now, I hope, or I am doing something incredibly wrong.”

She laid a hand on the back of his neck and directed him into a kiss that was tender and full of meaning, stroking her thumb against his skin as he hummed in the back of his throat. “I know, amor, I do,” She assured him. “I…it just amazes me sometimes, even now.”

“I can relate. I still have no idea why you chose me when you could have had any man you desired, but I’m glad you did.” He said.

“I chose you because you were the only man I desired, you silly man,” She tutted. “I know there were a handful of men that would go out of their way to do things for me to get my attention, but I never felt that their feelings towards me were genuine or proper if you know what I mean. It made me uncomfortable, how much they would push and how close they would get to me sometimes, but you were the complete opposite of that. You loved me for me, not the familia I came from or the magic I possessed, and I saw that from the start which was why I fell in love with you. If I could do the past thirty years over again, there is not a thing that I would change.”

He felt warmth pool in his chest as he looked into her eyes. “I have loved every moment of being married to you, you know.”

“So have I,” She whispered, wrapping her arms tight around him and leaning in to rest her head on his chest. “Every single moment...”

#julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta x agustin #agustin x julieta #julistin #julieta and agustin madrigal #encanto #encanto fic #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #disney encanto #disney fic #disney fanfic #disney fanfiction #otp #domestic fluff #fluff #romance #fanfiction

[biographydivider]

Well I had to write an El Ratoncito Pérez story, didn’t I?

Thanks to @usedtobeguest123 for the prompt! Also I found this version of the original story and used it as reference, if anyone needs it. It’s super cute! Bruno finds out that his youngest sobrina missed out on a beloved tradition, and decides to fix it.

“No, that is not how it happened!” Pepa leaned forward in her chair, thumping her fist on the breakfast table. “I’m telling you, Bruno; Agustín didn’t break his leg on purpose. He’s clumsy, not stupid.”               “He totally did. I remember him telling me he did.” Bruno leant back in his chair, inhaling the smell of rich, dark coffee. How he loved coffee. “He was all like, ‘Nah, I don’t need a soft landing, Bruno. I-it’s all in the pursuit of love, of sweet Juileta…’”               “He did not say that.”               “Mmyeh, makes a better story than ‘ Agustín met the love of his life because he fell out of a tree onto her brother.’”

              “Mamá! Mamá, Mamá look!”               Antonio ran up to the table where his Mamá and tio were sitting, opened his mouth wide, and wobbled his front canine with his tongue. “Ah gah ah loof toof!”               Mirabel brought up the rear, squeezing her primo’s shoulder before sitting next to her tio. “We just realised it was wobbly and had to come tell you,” she said. “Any coffee left, Bruno?”               “Nope. Shoulda got here earlier, kid.”               “Tch, so selfish.”               Pepa sank to the floor, wrapping Antonio up in a huge hug and peppering his face with kisses, the tears welling up in her eyes before her knees hit the floor. “Ay, my baby! You’re all grown up! My hombrecito, my little buñuelo…”               “It feels really weird.”               “Stop moving it with your tongue, mi vida.”               “Ah, well,” Bruno said, sipping on the last of his coffee, “You’ll be getting a visit from El Ratoncito Pérez soon enough, I guess…”               Antonio and Mirabel looked at their tio; heads cocked, identical expressions on their faces. Mirabel inched forward in her chair. “El Raton…’”               “Who’s that, Mamá?” Antonio asked, looking up into Pepa’s face. “Do they live in town?”               Pepa winced.               “You know,” Bruno continued, leaning back in his chair with a nostalgic grin, “Ratoncito Pérez? Th-the little rat? I used to tell the kids about him every time they lost a tooth – I can’t believe you forgot, they loved that story! They were always so excited to see what he drew for them…”               “Bruno…”               “’coz, y’know, he leaves you a present in exchange for your baby teeth? Lives in a cookie box, with the little red satchel and the…wh-why are you looking at me like that, Pep?”               A tiny, grey cloud had appeared over Pepa’s head as she looked down at the floor, hands knotted in her dress. “Um, Bruno…we didn’t…I mean…”               She darted a look at her son, and covered his ears with her hands. “You were always the one who did El Ratoncito Pérez when the children were small,” she whispered. “After you…after you left, we, um…”               “I just gave my baby teeth to my Mamá,” came a small voice at Bruno’s shoulder. Bruno turned, heart sinking, to see Mirabel gazing into the middle distance, her expression blank. “She kept them in an old box of spices in her room. We painted it together.” She shook her head – just a tiny movement, almost more of a shiver. “So, everyone else got…they got presents, and a story, and I didn’t?”               “Oh. Oh, kiddo…”               At the sound of his voice, Mirabel looked at Bruno, a memory dawning in her eyes. “Camilo,” she began, and her voice cracked. “Um. He lost his first tooth just before I didn’t get my…um, like, the week before my gift ceremony. And he was so excited, I remember now…”               Bruno remembered that day. Camilo finding the little envelope under his pillow, showing everyone the little drawing inside that Bruno had done the night before, sticking it to the wall just above his bed. He’d drawn a tiny mouse-Camilo holding hands with El Ratoncito Pérez. His tiny curls and a big, wide smile with a gap in it. It was the last time he played that game with the kids before he went into the walls.               He wondered what had happened to that picture.               The cloud burst, slowly tinkling raindrops onto Pepa’s hair. “Mirabel…we didn’t –”               “No, Tia Pepa. It’s okay. It’s just another piece of magic that everyone else had. And I didn’t.”               Mirabel blinked hard, then stood up. “I’m gonna…I said I’d walk with Abuela into town today. I better go get ready.”               She pushed her chair out from the table, making an awful screech against the cobblestones, and walked away without looking back. Bruno watched her go, Antonio breaking free of his mother to run after her. Guilt lay heavy across Bruno’s chest; followed, quickly, by anger.               “Seriously, Pep?” he said, jerking his head to glare down at his sister. “You guys couldn’t even do that for her?”               She couldn’t look at him. “Bruno…it…it was your thing. We could never do it like you did. Your little drawings, the notes –”               “Then just put a coin under her pillow like everyone else in town does, jeez! She was a kid, Pepa, you guys didn’t think she deserved even that tiny bit of –”               “We didn’t want to replace you!”               “So that means Mirabel gets to suffer? Oh, wait; of course it did.”               Bruno stood up from the table. “Sorry, Pepa; I-I’m pretty mad at you and I don’t wanna shout. So, so I’m just gonna go.”               “Bruno –!”               “See you at dinner.” …

              She knew it didn’t matter. The family had been through so much together; grown so much together. So much had been forgiven, and talked over, and rationalised and analysed and swept under the rug. But still. It hurt.               Could you miss something you never even had? She’d barely known her Tio Bruno when she was small. And yeah, they were close now. He was – and she’d never say this out loud because it was kinda pathetic – probably her best friend. But she didn’t get to have his bedtime stories, or his hugs when she’d skinned her knee, or ticklefights or rides on his back. Everyone else had these touchstones of memory with him from their childhoods. She didn’t. It seemed there were a lot of things she didn’t get to have.               Mirabel had excused herself after dinner and spent the rest of the night reading the Family Book Club book up in her room until it was late enough that she could curl under the covers and close her eyes. For a long while, her brain was just a swirling mess of self-pity and sadness. Then, finally, she tipped over into the blank relief of sleep.               When she next opened her eyes, it was the middle of the night. The moon was full, and shining against her curtains, but everything else was thrown into shadow. She could hear her father snoring a few rooms down, the creak and shift of the house settling into itself. And something new. Scrabble-scrabble. Scrabble-scrabble. Scrabble.               Mirabel sat up, fumbling for her glasses. Her eyesight was, somehow, even worse than her Papi’s; everything was a mess of smudges without them.               In the middle of the floor was a shape. One of Antonio’s toys? How had that ended up in –               As she pushed her glasses into place, Mirabel realised it wasn’t a toy. It was a rat. A small, soft, mist-grey rat, with a miniature straw hat and – Mirabel’s chest tightened – a tiny red satchel, the strops looped over its front paws, stuffed with rolls of paper. The rat spotted her and turned its tiny head. Mirabel froze.               The rat scurried up the bedpost at the far left of her bed, making its way over the hills and valleys of her sheets until it was sitting on her knee. It sat up on its hind legs and looked at her, cocking its head this way and that, the moonlight caught in its beady, black eyes. Mirabel reached out one hand, and it snuffled at her fingers. It tickled, but Mirabel didn’t laugh. She barely wanted to breathe. This seemed like something from a dream, and if she made too loud a noise, she’d wake up.               The rat turned away from her, showing her the contents of its satchel. It squeaked, once, in an instructional kind of way. With shaking fingers, Mirabel took the scrolls of paper from the satchel, and laid them in her lap. With that, the rat gave her one last look, and was gone; down the bedpost, onto the floor, and lost in the shadows of her room. After a long, long moment, when her room fell quiet again, Mirabel leaned over and tugged the curtains open; just enough so she could read by the light of the moon. The first scroll, when she unfurled it, was no bigger than the palm of her hand.               ‘Dearest Mirabel,’ it read, ‘I must first apologise for the lateness of these missives. You see, I have been on a long and perilous adventure with my best friend, King Bubi (I shall tell you all about him in Letter #2). The terribly wicked cat, Don Pedro, dogged our steps at every turn (which was quite impolite of him, being a cat), and so I am only just now writing to you...’               There were so many letters. Each one had a new story, or a little drawing (her favourite one was of a Ratty Tio Bruno running away from a housecat who bore more than a passing similarity to Parce, Antonio’s jaguar friend), coloured in with coffee grinds and shaded with pencil. Mirabel spent the rest of the night hugging her knees, squinting as she read each story in turn, running her fingers over the small, untidy, familiar writing. She smiled a lot – pressing her hand to her mouth to stop the giggles – and often had to pause to wipe away a tear before it smudged anything she hadn’t read yet.               Just before sunrise, as her eyes were beginning to ache, she tucked the letters into her bedside drawer and snuggled down onto her pillow.               “Thank you, Ratoncito Pérez,” she whispered, closing her eyes again.

…

              Bruno woke up to a small, twitching nose pressing into his palm. “Wha…” he muttered blearily, before sitting up in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Rosa sat on the edge of his mattress, her satchel wonky on her back, hat hanging off one ear. Bruno had been so pleased to find the old costumes tucked away with the rest of his stuff. He couldn’t remember how he’d made the hat.               “Hey, mi vida,” he murmured sleepily, gently removing Rosa’s outfit. “Did you have fun in your first starring role?”               Rosa was his ingenue; at only a few months old, she was just starting to learn the ropes of Bruno’s troupe of performing rats. She needed her big break. Plus, it was less likely Mirabel would recognise her. A little suspension of disbelief went a long way to make a really good story.               “C’mon,” he said, lying back down and letting Rosa make a temporary nest in his hair, “we can get a little more sleep before she wakes up.” If Mirabel was anything like her sisters, Dolores and Camilo, she would burst in here in, oh, about an hour or so, to show him her gifts from Ratoncito Pérez. And, just like the old days, he’d smile and ask questions and muss her hair and wish he had a big pot of coffee because it was really, really early, kiddo, can we do this at the breakfast table?               He couldn’t wait.

#el ratoncito perez #encanto #encanto fanfic #Bruno Madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pensandpizza #grumpy bruno AND good tio bruno? #sign me up

[indiaalphawhiskey]

Hi, love! ❤️

You asked me to crop your username, and as much as I knew I could answer this ask privately, I needed to keep this insanely generous compliment in my ask box, for days when writing feels a little too tough. You have no idea what your words have done for me, and how much I appreciate the effusive praise and recognition of my effort. Thank you, beyond beyond beyond. Gah. I might cry. (I am, I am crying.)

As for your question about my vocabulary and writing, the only thing I can really say is, it’s probably because words and writing are my obsession. That’s not false modesty in the least. Truly, honestly, I’m not particularly exceptional at anything except, perhaps, in the amount of time I’m willing to spend agonizing over my own writing. (Ask @twopoppies, who is intimately acquainted with my writing neuroses. 😅)

Because of that obsession, I read a lot, and I’ve learned to do it in a way that is pretty discerning, because I know that I’m reading in order to better my skill. I’m very aware of when a new word enters my vocabulary, how it was used, why I liked it so much. I pick out particularly poignant phrases and try to see if I can create that same effect in my own voice, and I’m always, always, always obsessing over tone and goals and trying to push out of my writing comfort zone. It makes me an incredibly slow writer (and frankly, the fact that my betas haven’t abandoned me is a miracle in itself), which is endlessly frustrating, but when I get a comment like yours, it reminds me why I choose to be almost painfully deliberate in my work. ❤️

Thank you for noticing, thank you for taking the time to come tell me, and thank you for reading my fics even if this isn’t your main fandom — that alone is an unbelievably huge compliment! This ask is a warm hug and so, so wonderfully encouraging!!! 😘 I do hope you see this response!

⚜️The Lost Art of Breeding and (Mis)Behaviour by indiaalphawhiskey

#iaw ask #writing discussion #TLAOBAMB

[pragmatic-illusions]

Why did I drop out...

I went to university back in 2017 realized I could not afford it. I dropped out before the deadline.

on 2022. I visited my cousin, they lived in a university town. I got my little coffee, took a train, I was reading a book in the campus book store, it felt like I was larping a college student and we met up later and ran errands together just for the reason to be with them.

I kept thinking maybe I should I go back to college.

2023

I caught covid the first week of the new year, bed ridden for 20 days.

I been unemployed for almost a year. I kept thinking about death, seeing my peers live their lives on their stories every weekend, I'm just sitting in my bedroom feeling alone and broke.

I went to a spring open house. They gave away a free waived application fee but there was deadline for it to be used. It was 25 dollars application fee. Me spending 25 meant I was gonna have to actually really commit to my descion.

SUMMER 2023

I tried looking for a job during the summer, I wasn't consistent enough. I went in person, job fairs,

I went to my states labor department of social services to get a job or get some kind of training, but i was hung up what career was good for me. I was broke that i couldn't have enough money for a bus ticket. I tried applying for unemployment but I didn't qualify. its demoralizing seeing everyone living life while your just at home being broke and alone.

I got a safety certification for a fork lift but no exp. with it. I stepped outside by a local bank under a tree where i saw dead bird, i kept thinking about the likely hood of dying at the job. That I was just chasing after the money.

While i was getting my transcripts, i asked my school for all possible records they had on file on me. I then i had access my IEP.

it was 600 pages of length. it followed me through out me through grade school and up until high school. It basically said i was neuro divergent, ADHD, autism, ODD. I had therapy, i had a lot of anger and adjustment issues, I ran out class rooms and I refused to speak.

Due to my mother not knowing English, and I had to speak and translate on her behalf. All i was told during parent-student conference was sign this, get a report on my behavior and how well i was doing with grades.

i was not given any medication, I was in therapy but was extremely anti social, I just bottled all my feelings in. I was pretty much raw dogging reality. Nobody outright told me I had ADHD.

SUPER MOON 2023

I took a train to the beach, to see the super moon, I kept thinking, i haven't lived enough... I never tried enough. i feel behind among my peers, I didn't do dumb risks of my early 20's, traveling, starting business, moving out. join a band, releationships, being coopted up in alienating white suburbia sprawl that's devoid of everything. I didn't had friends. my gap year became 5 years, nothing came out of it. I feel behind among my peers. I sat at the bar next to a women who a psycdelic painted denim jacket, "i felt i wasn't free, Now I'm just insecure, and aimless and numb. I

should just roam the earth, and bar tend or something, up my social skills, make connections, just live life, be a vagabond.

I wanted to sleep at the beach, it felt impulsive, but i looked back on my goals and this was something i wanted to for awhile. So i subconiouslly remembered it

I was pulled by desire and fear. where am I gonna sleep, what if the cops arrest me for camping here. I slept under the board walk, it was uncomfortable to say the least, if were to do it again a cardboard box and a tarp would have helped. I kept thinking how many people go to sleep homeless, how we take it for granted, how animals really out here suffer in the elements.

I was taking a risk, but it was mis-channeled calculated risk.

I also lost my phone where I slept and had to race to go back the same day.

i remember seeing my old coworker who was like a 2nd mom to me. She noticed how i carried such a different air about myself, after that beach day. I was more confident and at the same time i had felt like i had a somewhat purpose now before i entered college. That i was laguid in personality.

late summer, i came across existenalist philophers soren kirkgard concept of anxiety, how the feeling i had of wanting something but too afraid to pursue it was put into words.

I was at my town festivals, i felt like how a charcer feels when the screen starts to pan out and feeling isolated alone,

That if i don't do more of those risks that align with me i won't be confident.

I need more pre-dad lore.

If i don't take the risk or try stuff or go through the strife i will never know what i like or don't like, i won't know what my values are. If i don't know that i will just agonizie what is the right descion.

FALL 2023

I went to a community college, I had no money, or car.

I found a job at a conceirge but i wasn't allowed to work at that locaion any more because they didn't like the way i "looked"

they said wear dress pants, shirt and shoes, and i did, but it wasn't what they were looking for.

I got a scholarship during an interview. i failed the first one.

I ended up opting for all online classes except intro to art. I was fourntate enough that a class mate of mine lived in the same town so we could commute back and fourth.

My college had a community hub program that gave out pantry foods and free bus voucher tickets up until the time students get a refund check from.

I haven't been in class room since high school, even then I had in class support, modified tests, and encouragement. But not online.

Online classes: I'm literally alone in my room, with no one but myself and my own responblity. I tried doing a group chat with people in my class rooms but the interactions are so bare. How am I suppose to make friends this way or even network.

The students are not even at my age group. I can't relate to them

I just feel even more isolated. I'm just reminded how I stayed back twice and being few years older then my high school peers. Now its even more exaggerated.

If i were to start over, I would have asked for the course work to be given to me early, ask for extended deadlines. I didn't realize there was homework help at my library.

My parents didn't kick me out, they were supportive of me, I didn't had a car. Both campuses were at least accessible via public transportation. But getting to the main campus took an 1 hour and 30 mins via a bus and train. If the train or bus had a delay i would miss the bus and wait an extra 1:30. I missed two clubs meeting because of it. i didn't had job, i had no bills, i was on food, internet, and cell phone social services as in i didn't pay anything.

I stayed in college longer then i needed to because it felt like i doing something with my life on paper but as time went on it kept thinking what i am doing here, i don't even know what to do for a college degree, I keep agonizing about how much money i am gonna make, to live within my comfortable means, work life balance, do i really want this. will AI take it over.

I should have just done trade or certificate but i had no money.

I don't think I care about money at this point, I just want personal growth, but if you wanna grow as person you need money to get around.

The supermoon event, I should have followed my intuition, or asked about course materials or join photography.

its either i didn't try hard enough or its not something that i value or alligns with me. statstically i'm gonna be poorer without a degree,

i was put in the psych ward because i emailed a professor in a way that the college sent pig escorts to my house.

I feel guilt, i had all the resources, in front of me. but i wasn't confident or unsure, i had too many worries and negativity. look where that leads me. Theres many people out there who are deserving of my place or wanted to so badly but just can't.

I'm apporaching in a few years.

no one is gonna save you and I'm pretty much responsible for my own life.

#college #united states #us #usa #politics #dropout #ROM #R.O.M #reflection of memories #journal #journal entry

[bunnvoid]

Watch me write fic based on emergency beacon and answered call, watch me.

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[dos-oroguitas]

Playing with the Madrigal Grandkids in Minecraft + S/O prompts, Platonic! Antonio

Isabela

Isabela Madrigal would almost always give you flowers. Randomly dropping it in front of you and shift crouching so that you'd know even in game, she loves and appreciates you.

Proclaims the two of you as the rulers of the nether. Would probably make her own custom texture so that you two could have matching crowns.

Very much protective of you, she may only have flowers and a lava bucket in her inventory but you can count on her to risk herself to fight off mobs who would approach you.

Gets jealous of the dogs and cats you tamed who you'd always baby talk.

"They're not baby! I am, I'm your baby!"

Grumpy Isabella noises. What do those animals have that she doesn't have?!

Most likely would have tried to hide them so you could pay attention to her instead. Feeling bad midway and apologizing profusely when you get online.

She'll insist on having matching Minecraft skins.

Luisa

Most definitely names your armor before giving it to you like the netherite helmet? 'Mi Amor's Head Protector', your sword? '(Name) and Luisa's bonk stick'.

She's proud you're wearing the armor that she herself crafted and mined for.

Puts her Minecraft bed next to yours as soon as you have a home in Mirabel's Minecraft replica of Casita.

"Mi Amor, don't wander off too far."

Yeah you'd most probably be like Camilo, getting lost for god knows what reason. You just liked to explore the world!

Her Minecraft character scurrying after yours when she notices you're straying away too far.

Mirabel

Let's face it, she'd build a shrine for you. Not in a creepy way. Well, she'd plant flowers on your statue's feet. It's cute, shh.

Most likely plants red poppies in the shape of a heart and crouches in the center of it to show how much she loves you.

Banner and pixel art for her significant other!?

Probably away a lot, collecting materials for her new map art that features the two of you together.

Lots of texts in-game

Randomly places signs in front of you with little cute messages of how she loves you.

"(Name) I made another map art!”

“(Name), Me encantas. :D <3.” She would say while standing on an enchanting table.

Dolores

Makes a Minecraft playlist for her significant other!?

'Songs to listen to while you play Minecraft with the Love of your life.'

'Don't need to mine any diamonds when you're the only precious one to me.'

Cheesy playlist names

Gets you a parrot in your preferred color. Lets them sit on the juke box with one another.

She would make music out of the note blocks in Minecraft of your favorite song.

Only hops on the group call when you're on.

"Hah. Simp." - Most likely Camilo.

Camileon was k*lled by Dolores.

Camilo

Teases everyone as a simp but the biggest simp there is when it comes to his s/o.

The boy would most likely ask for admin privileges just so he could impress you with his super duper powerful 'Sharpness 100' sword.

This boy is at your beck and call. You need trees? He'll get the saplings for you. You need diamonds?! Say less, he's already TNT mining at y 11.

Most likely would cry about you if Isabela bans him.

"Isabela! Please, I can't live on without seeing them in-game. I need them! I need mi vida!" He would sob.

Would probably get scolded by you when he randomly attacks Bruno.

"That man is dirt poor! You leave him alone, Madrigal!"

Antonio (Platonic)

You are very protective of Antonio in game. They're like the brother you wished you had/ never had.

Probably buys him Minecraft plushies.

Pepa would absolutely love how you spoil Antonio. She is very grateful.

Once Camilo had accidentally hit a dog and instead of helping him, you two just watched as he was mauled by the dogs.

"Should we help him, (Name)?"

"Nah, he deserves it."

Camileon was k*lled by Wolf.

Bonus! Bruno

Rambles about this fun block game he's been playing with the kids for a while.

Manages to convince you to play it with his nephews and nieces.

"Auntie (Name)! :D !!" Most likely fills the chat.

Pranks wars with Camilo.

Bruno's defender when Camilo suddenly attacks.

You probably spawn kill Camillo while he screams for mercy.

"Maybe you should take it easy on Camilo, Mi esposa/ Mi esposo."

Camileon was k*lled by (Name). F's in the chat.

Minecraft with the Madrigal grandkids s/o + platonic Antonio? I'm very into Minecraft right now, please don't judge me.

#encanto #encanto x reader #encanto 2021 #encanto spoilers #bruno madrigal #disney #bruno madrigal x reader #camilo x reader #isabela madrigal x reader #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #abuela madrigal #agustin madrigal #family madrigal #encanto movie #the family madrigal #familia madrigal #the madrigals #madrigal sisters #madrigal cousins #madrigal triplets #madrigal x reader #madrigal headcanons #dolores encanto #dolores madrigal x reader #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #camilo supremacy

[lovetorn]

dream’s birthday bash [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Reader

summary: it’s dream’s birthdayyyy!!!

warnings: alcohol, swearing

w/c: 2.9k+

a/n: happy birthday dream!! i’m in love w this. i hope u are too. also, there is a few references to past roommate!dream blurbs & one-shots, so i recommend reading those before you start this one or you may be a little confused at some things the characters say. thanks!! <3

roommate!dream masterlist

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Dream’s birthday is something you haven't experienced yet since you moved in together in September last year.

Dream had promised the football team that his birthday party was going to be the biggest of the year, so you, being the party planner, had vowed to make it the best because Dream can’t organise—he disagreed and said that he only made you the party planner because he knows you’re good at it?? You gave him a confused look; you’ve never planned a party before.

Anyway, the 12th was approaching quicker than you anticipated and the only things you’d organised so far is the alcohol (thanks to George) and decorations. You had little notes on your phone with multiple checklists and you had yet to tick every last box off.

Organising food was probably the hardest thing. You knew that there were going to be around 100+ people squeezing into your apartment, drinking, so food is essential. You asked Dream what types of food he wanted, his reply?

“Chicken wings, not spicy.”

You rolled your lips between your teeth and nodded. Great. “Anything else? There’s gonna be a lot of people, Dream.”

He brought his fingers to rest on his lips as he thought about it. You knew when he got an idea because then he clicked his fingers and pointed at you. “Sandwiches. You know, like the little ones?”

Squinting at him, you sighed. “You think that’s going to be enough for more than 100 people?”

Dream nods. “Easy.”

You shake your head in disbelief and add sandwiches, along with other finger foods, to the list. “Thanks.”

Next to organise was Dream’s present. You spent days racking your brain, trying to figure out what he would want, eventually coming up with nothing.

So, you asked Sapnap, who was no help. “Fuck if I know, the man buys anything he wants himself these days.”

You rolled your eyes and took a trip to Target. Whilst there, you decided on an excess of small gag gifts: a Ron Swanson dishwasher magnet (so you and Dream can stop arguing over who put dirty dishes in with the clean ones), an engraved bottle opener, a ‘do not disturb sign for his bedroom door (chosen based on one too many run-ins), a Minecraft ice cube tray, a toothbrush holder (so both of your toothbrushes stop touching in the cup), and a pack of Minecraft socks.

You put the small presents into a gift bag, covering them with tissue paper, and then put in the final piece that wasn’t a joke gift—a mixtape of your and Dream’s favourite songs for his car. You brushed your thumb over the plastic case and let out a breathy laugh at the photo on the front—a selfie of the two of you in Dream's car, energy drinks in your hands and toothy grins with the text, ‘Dream & Y/n’s Gr8est Hits’ written in bright pink marker. You're excited to give it to him, but you're nervous and embarrassed, too—is it lame?

You shook your head and placed the bag in your closet.

George delivered the alcohol earlier in the day: 18 cases of beer and the same in White Claw, and a few bottles of vodka and rum for the close friends. You couldn't thank him enough for helping you, even more so after he helped put the covered trays of food in the refrigerator from the delivery truck downstairs.

You had (reluctantly) asked Sapnap to organise music because you had no time in between making sure the food order was correct and getting yourself ready. He agreed immediately and waved off your hesitance and told you he'd make the best playlist to ever exist—you put too much trust in him.

Before the party, you and Dream had taken a few shots together, just to get you to stop stressing over the planning of the party and Dream to stop worrying for you.

"Ready?" Dream smirked, his shot glass hanging loosely from his fingers. You nodded and then, at the same time, tapped the glass on the counter before you threw the shot back. The acetone taste of the vodka slid down your throats and you made disgusted faces at each other before a knock at the door indicated that your first guests were here.

Now, the party is in full swing and it's safe to say, there is definitely enough food.

When you see Sapnap at the food table, aka the kitchen counter, he thanks you for ordering non-spicy wings. You shake your head, laugh, and hug him tightly. "I'm serious," He mumbles with chicken in his mouth. "These are so~ good!"

The living room is cramped, but nobody seems to be complaining. Almost everyone from the apartment block is in your flat right now, with a few from other complexes. You lost sight of Dream a few hours ago, choosing to stay with your own friends while he hangs with his as the two groups don't usually mingle together.

“Niki!” You laugh whilst the girl finishes her second shot and passes the bottle of rum back to you. Shaking your head, you bring the large bottle to your lips, already regretting mixing different alcohols. You’d already had a few White Claws, thanks to Sapnap who kept challenging you to shotguns at the start.

Karl comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist before he snatches the bottle out of your hand and takes a swig.

“Karl!” Now, all three of you are laughing together. He slides his hand off of your stomach and stands to his full height, putting his lips to the White Claw can he holds in his other hand. You warn him about mixing alcohol, but he waves you off and assures you that he's fine.

The three of you stand on the dance floor, grooving to the beat of 'Super Freak' by Rick James. You grab Karl's hand to spin him around and then do the same to Niki, laughter filling the small space you have created in the middle of the crowd. You wouldn't admit it to Sapnap, but his playlist is actually good.

"Mi Amor!" The sound of Quackity's voice pulls you from your little group with Niki and Karl and you smile when you see his wide grin as he pushes past a few football players.

"Q! When did you get here? I didn't see you come in," You engulf him in a hug and giggle when he laughs loudly.

"I came in through the window," You pull back slightly to give him an incredulous look and shake your head. God, you are tipsy. "Nahhh, I had an exam, so I just got here."

You nod and feel the rum going straight to your head. Quackity then notices Karl and Niki behind you and gives them hugs too. You watch as your friends greet each other and turn to look at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. 10:33 pm.

“Guys, it's time for cake!” You shout over the music to Niki, Quackity and Karl and they smile and nod, all three of you migrating to the fridge to collect Dream’s cake and get it ready.

You pull a 3 layered vanilla cake out of the refrigerator. It is slathered in white icing and has rainbow sprinkles on the top with the words, ‘happy birthday dream’, in piped icing. Karl's mouth waters at the sight of the dessert and when he goes to get a dollop of icing from the side, you don’t smack his hand away—you have a plan.

Other guests see you preparing the candles and lighting them and turn off the lights for you. You smile at the 21 lit candles and pick up the cake, being careful not to trip on anything.

The entire room starts singing the ‘Happy Birthday’ anthem, their phones out to film as you spot Dream’s messy blonde hair over the crowd. He scrunches his face up in embarrassment and switches his beer from his right hand to his left to give you a side hug and a peck on the cheek when you approach him. The room sings and all attention is on him, but Dream only has eyes for you as you inch the cake closer so he can blow out his candles.

After he does so, the room erupts into cheers and then you give Dream a mischievous grin. There’s a little fear in his eyes and you launch the cake towards his face. Everybody laughs and hollers when you pull the cake stand away from him to see his face covered in white icing and rainbow sprinkles. Dream stands frozen for a moment, wiping his eyes with his free hand, before he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him, rubbing the icing in your hair and on your cheek.

“Dream!” You cackle, trying to push him off, but failing and eventually succumbing to his hold. The phone torches shine brightly at the two of you as people continue filming. His laughter is music to your ears.

Dream smiles down at you, eyes lazy and cheeks flushed. “Thank you,” He whispers. Your heart flutters in your chest and butterflies swarm your stomach as you nod. Everybody disperses and carries on with their previous antics, leaving you and Dream together.

“I got you a present, I’ll give it to you when everybody’s gone.”

The sentence makes the present seem more sensual than it actually is, and it makes Dream’s heart skip a beat—but he knows it’s not what he’s thinking. You pull away from Dream and wave back at him, knocking into a few people which elicits a laugh from him as he watches.

“Dude, you’re so fucked,” George says, smirking as he follows Dream’s gaze on you. Dream elbows George in the bicep.

“Fuck off.”

“Yeah bro, if you don’t make a move soon, someone else will,” Sapnap comments, coming up to stand on Dream’s other side. The urge to punch the both of them is strong, but instead, the blonde groans and skulls the rest of his beer as he loses sight of you in the crowd.

—

“Bye, guys! Thanks for coming!” Dream tries his best to look composed, but he’s so drunk. As soon as the door closes, he locks it and lets out a huge sigh. You come out of your room with the gift bag in your hands. Dream raises his eyebrows and attempts to give you a surprised look. “Wow, a present?”

You giggle and lead him to the couch. He flops down, throws his feet up and puts his hands behind his head. You sit next to him and shove the bag into his hands. “It’s not much, but you literally have everything already, so this is what I came up with.”

You hold your breath and you watch him pick through the bag. A smile breaks out on his face when he sees the CD. He flips it around to show you as if you haven’t seen it before and opens the case. “A mixtape? How romantic.”

The heat that rises to your cheeks is scolding and you stop yourself from choking. Dream, however, doesn’t look at you as he digs through and comments on every item. When he’s gone through every gift, he picks up the mixtape again and looks you dead in the eyes.

“This is the most thoughtful thing I’ve ever gotten for my birthday. Thank you, Y/n.”

You’re surprised. “The most thoughtful? It’s only a CD.”

Dream’s face contorts into one of confusion. “Only a CD? You made this for me with your own blood, sweat and tears.” You wouldn’t go that far.

“Oh, well, you’re welcome, I guess,” You laugh, reaching down to grasp his large hand. The action causes Dream to tilt his head and shift closer to you.

“Seriously, thank you. You mean so much to me,” He confesses, although you can barely hear it. You feel tears pricking your eyes as you watch him wipe his own. “Fuck, why am I getting emotional? It’s that fucking vodka, that’s why.”

“Don’t make up excuses, D,” You tease, squeezing his hand a few times. He wheezes lightly then sighs. His green eyes are so bright and there’s still a little smudge of icing on the side of his nose from the cake. You reach up and wipe it away, licking your thumb beforehand. Dream closes his eyes as you do so, biting his lip as you pull your hand away. 2:29 am.

“Okay, I think it’s time to get you to bed,” You mumble as you stand up, the moment broken. Dream nods, collecting his presents and chucking them all in the gift bag before he follows you to his room, a little disappointed.

Dream stands in the doorway and watches as you pull back his bed covers and turn on the lamp on his nightstand. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it. Goodnight,” You push past him before you turn. “I’ll have Gatorade and Advil ready for you in the morning, okay?”

Dream gives you a loving smile and nods, still holding the bag in front of him as he stands in the middle of his room. “Goodnight, Y/n, thanks for everything.”

You close the door behind you and when you get back to your room, you kick yourself for not making a move. You peel your clothes off of your body and throw them in the corner of the room, the space becoming too hot for your liking—maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the fact that it's summer, or maybe it's your utter embarrassment and regret; you don't bother to choose which one.

You flop down on your bed, half-naked, and stare at the ceiling. Why didn't you make a move? It was the perfect opportunity—

Your thoughts are forgotten when there's a soft knock on your bedroom door. You scramble to put some pyjamas on as you call, 'just a second!', and then you're swinging your door open.

Dream stands there in his sweatpants only. You resist the urge to rake your eyes down his torso.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" The question surprises you—of fucking course it surprises you! The only reason he comes to your room at night is to vent; not like this.

"Uh, yeah," You reply, cracking the door open just a tad wider so he can slip through. Once he's inside, you sigh in confusion and close your door quietly. Dream is already sorting out the bed situation behind you, throwing your hundreds of throw pillows onto the floor and lifting up your duvet so he can slip under.

You tilt your head at him when he looks at you expectantly—you assume he's waiting for you to get in bed, which you do.

You rest your head on your pillow and turn your head to look at Dream, who is already staring at you. Your skin is hot and your heart is in your throat when you see how green his eyes are in the warm glow of your lamp.

"What's up?" You whisper although you didn't mean for it to come out so low. Dream's eyes trace your face; your eyes, eyebrows, nose, freckles, lips. "Dream?"

He's silent for a while and you guess it's because he's trying to figure out his drunken thoughts. "I just wanted to be with you, you know," He says, his voice breaking slightly. You suck in a breath, turning onto your side so you face him. "You planned my party all by yourself and I'm so happy you did."

You don't have the heart to tell him that George and Sapnap helped you, he looks so content. "I'm so glad, Dreamy," Your voice is velvety, and you can't help the warm feeling blooming in your chest. Dream's eyes travel from your own to your lips and stay there.

“C’mere," Dream mumbles. You barely nod before you lean closer to him.

You can tell Dream is figuring out what to do by the way his lips part and then close suddenly a few times, so, for the second time this week, you take things into your own hands.

You scoot closer to him, your breaths mixing in the small space between your lips and his nose bumping yours. You were so close. But not close enough.

"Dream, I'm gonna do something crazy, okay? Don't hate me," Here goes nothing.

"I could never hate you, baby," Dream murmurs, adjusting his head on his pillow. The pet name goes straight to your head and throwing out any and all rational thoughts, you lean in and place your lips softly on his.

It takes him a few seconds to react and in those moments, you fear you've made a huge mistake, but when his hands find your hips and pull you impossibly closer, you're glad you kissed him—are kissing him.

This is nothing like wine night a few weeks ago.

Your hands find the back of his head and tug on his hair lightly, earning a throaty groan. The sound makes you clench your fists and pull a little harder. You move your lips across his jaw and towards his ear. "Happy Birthday, birthday boy," You whisper.

Dream lets out a breathy laugh and hugs you closer. His face presses into your neck and you feel him leaving feather-light kisses on your skin. The feeling makes you giddy.

"I'm one lucky birthday boy, aren't I?" He mutters, pecking your neck firmer now. You giggle softly, running your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

"You bet your ass you are."

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[lenissa]

(Not So) Obvious (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

masterlist

warnings: none

summary: Bucky almost gives up asking you the most important question of your life when you seem to just not get it.

word count: 1.5K

happy reading!

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James Buchanan Barnes.

The man of your dreams. The man of your reality. Of your past, present and future. So how come you were so bad at recognizing his plans for a shared future?

It all started when you heard of the engagement of your friends Hope and Scott - Bucky was so happy for them… but the whole time the couple told him the story about how Scott asked Hope to marry him, he could only imagine your possible answer if he would ask you that question. He decided that he was ready for the next step. Were you though?

There was only one way to find out.

Well, or in your case: five.

Bucky, the old romantic he was, wanted everything to be perfect. So, when you returned from a mission that took longer than expected, he created a romantic candlelight dinner. Or at least that was what he was trying to.

After you got back, you went to have a shower real quick and then went to spend the evening with Bucky. You were really exhausted but you saw how excited your boyfriend was at you returning, so you kept it together and tried to not fall asleep on the table.

Tho when he noticed that you were leaning against your fork and your eyes were already close to sinking, he took your hand and looked at you with worried eyes. “Hey honey, are you okay?”

“Tired…that‘s all”, you mumbled and Bucky noticed your inability to keep your eyes open for more than ten seconds.

“Why don‘t we postpone that dinner to another evening?” Bucky sighed and squeezed your hand.

“You‘re not mad?”

“Of course I‘m not mad, you just came home from a long, exhausting mission. Now come on, I‘m gonna take you to bed.” He stood up and pulled you with him, and then put his arms around your shoulder to steady you.

“I could just marry you, man of my dreams.” You uttered tiredly under your breath.

Bucky gulped, the weight of the engagement ring in his jeans pocket doubled at the hint.

The next time he tried to ask you the question, he went for a special walk with you on a late autumn evening. It was perfect: september sun was shining, leaves started to change colours, and a fresh breeze was in the air.

When he took the corner that leads to the place you first met, an old kickboxing studio, he realized that he could discard his plans all over again.

“w-what? why?” You pouted at the now empty place where some of your favorite memories together were made.

He turned around at the sound of you sounding sad and smiled apologetically. “I‘m so sorry. I thought it was cute, I didn‘t know it got knocked down.”

You stepped forward and hugged him, leaning against his chest, and hummed faintly. “You couldn‘t know, darling. It was a cute idea.” You kissed him and the only thing he could think about was how you hopefully would kiss him much stormier if you knew the real reason for your walk to this place.

Bucky wouldn‘t give up though. He organized everything again for a special occasion: the 4th anniversary of your relationship.

He booked a luxury hotel a bit away from the town, so you two could relax and enjoy some time without agents or fellow Avengers buzzing around.

Bucky put your suitcases in the car, drove the first bit, and when you parked on a public layby, he was checking if he had the ring with him.

Yes, he had the ring, but he found something different too. Your car had a flat tyre.

Bucky got so angry that he dropped his coffee and kicked against the tyre when you came out of the bathroom and saw his tantrum. You hastily walked to him and tried to grab him by his shoulders, of no avail of course, but at least your touch seemed to calm him.

“What is it??” You put your hands on his cheeks, looking him deep in his eyes, scared to find a dark part of his personality shining through.

“Everything is going wrong.“

“That‘s not true. We both had coffee, and we listened to great music. We are both here together and we love each other. What do we want more?”

“A promise for the future.” He mumbled ununderstandable to you while melting in your touch.

“I love you, you grump.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, so close you could even hear his breathing calm down. You sighed in relief that he was better, though you still worried about his sudden change of mood.

“You would talk to me if there was something else?” You asked him with expectant eyes, trying to understand his behaviour. But he nodded and smiled, and assured you that he was okay.

Bucky was annoyed. And he lost his patience. And he wanted to be more obvious from now on.

So when he wore a T-shirt saying “Marry Me?” and you asked him if that was an old shirt of Scott, he almost got insane.

“No - uhm, actually it‘s mi-”

“Bucky!! Have you noticed that Redwing changed colours?” Peter walked in the living room of the compound, completely clueless that he interrupted a very important moment. “Oh! Nice shirt. Scott has the same, right?”

Bucky blushed and went back to his shy self. He couldn‘t ask you the question while wearing a shirt your friend had already worn some time ago.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He plopped onto the couch next to you and put his arms around you, for you to snuggle into him. “I probably mixed it up when I took down the wash.”

Your boyfriend began to ask himself if that all was some crazy sign from the universe. Maybe you two just were not meant to get married? So, he swore to himself that he will try one last time before giving up.

You were reading in your bedroom when you suddenly noticed an unevenness in the paper. Confused, you turned to the next page and found a small silver ring stuck.

Bucky was just returning from training with Steve as you grabbed the ring and touched it carefully. He saw that you found it and immediately stopped walking, red cheeks forming and his heartbeat faster than ever.

“Look Bucky, there was a ring in my book!”

He sighed and started walking to the bathroom again, closing the door with a loud noise. You didn‘t think too much about it, maybe he just had a not so nice training with Steve or got a new mission he didn‘t like.

Then, he finished showering, laid down on the bed next to you and you asked him if he wanted to watch a series. He nodded and you turned the tv on, grabbed some snacks and cuddled up with him.

When a episode of the sitcom played in which the main characters got engaged, he rolled his eyes and eyed you tensed. But you just sat there, eating popcorn and staring at the tv screen. The scene ended and Bucky knew he was done with the whole marrying thing.

Though suddenly, you jumped up at the engaged couple telling the story of their engagement to their families and spilled the whole popcorn. Bucky startled and looked at you worried, but you just fluttered your hands and stared at him.

“Oh. My. God.”

“What is it, honey??” He frowned and tried to come closer to you, but he had to get the snacks away from the bed first.

“Oh my god, James!” You laughed and started pacing around the whole room. “Of course, yes!”

He chuckled and got out of bed, walked to you and put his hands on your shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, you-” your expression faltered when you realized you were just guessing the reason for his behaviour lately, “I thought you were asking me to marry you?”

“What?!” His eyes widened and he took a step back. You cursed under your breath and turned away, closing your eyes in embarrassment. “This is weird. I thought all the trips and dinners were times you were trying to ask me to marry you but nevermind just forge-”

“Yeah, I uhm- I was.” He laughed nervously and rubbed his neck with his hand. “I thought you don‘t want to marry me cause you never seemed to get it and ignored even the obvious tries.”

You turned to him again and shook your head. “Oh god. This is so embarrassing. I just- i don‘t know…something clicked while watching", you gestured to the tv screen, "that. I never thought about your intentions too much, god, I‘m so sorry.”

Bucky stepped closer again and took your hands in his. “You‘re all good, babe.” You squeezed one of his hands and he pulled you closer, a smile on his face.

“So?”

“So?” You bit your lip to contain your smile as you looked lovingly into his blue eyes.

“Yes or No?”

“No if you‘re not asking me the full question now.” He gasped as you laughed and lightly pushed you.

He sunk to his knees and you gasped, hands coming up to cover your mouth. The brunette took the box (that he always carried around) with the ring in it out of his breast pocket and took a deep breath.

“Will you marry me, my love?”

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Tagging: @bisexual-chupacabra @mrs-avenger3000 @musicinourlips @yeetus-thyself (please let me know if you wanna be tagged for specific characters only)

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[jeongvision]

jaehyun, parent!au; “What are you doing right now?” 🥺🥺

pairing. husband! jeong jaehyun ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff, parent au, domestic au

warnings. not proofread

author’s note. hello! hope you enjoy this! this is a little rusty bc it’s been a while since i have written something i’m a sucker for parent au’s askfjskak

Jaehyun is not one to care about his status or ranking. He’s someone that you could describe to be easy going, very laxed so to say. However, that doesn’t mean that he is willing to let his opponent beat him so easily. Oh no, that’s far from the truth.

“3...”

The number on the screen counts down, each passing millimeter accelerating his heart rate. His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes fully concentrated, body locked and loaded in readiness.

“2...”

His palms sweat a little, pupils dilated as his sympathetic nerves start to kick into his system. His opponent beside him lets out a soft giggle, taunting him after noticing the tension laced in his muscles and veins on his forearms.

“1...”

His thumb immediately presses down with pressure, allowing him a guaranteed head start against his opponent. He wouldn’t dare miss any opportunity he gets to seize his victory. One fatal flaw in his plan could cost his victory, and that’s the last thing he wants to happen. He will not lose, and he will do whatever it takes to make sure of that.

“Go!”

The moment the Shy Guy floating on a cloud draws its flag down on his TV screen, his Yoshi speeds past all his opponents with its go-kart, almost instantaneously gaining him first place at the start of the race.

“Yes!” he hissed under his breath.

His son next to him, Minho, lets out an adorable laugh. He lets out squeals and giggles all throughout the match, his body moving in unison along with his Toad character as he navigates through the track. He drives through an item box, his power-up shuffling through his options. Although he was in last place, his face lit up with joy as he obtained a blue Koopa shell, allowing him to use against his father that’s still in first place.

Jaehyun sneaks a glance at his son’s screen and, oh no. Oh no. He gulped, chuckling nervously as he crafts his words cautiously to the latter.

“Mi-Minho…”

His son giggles, too mischievous for Jaehyun’s taste. “Yes, daddy?”

“You know that daddy loves you very much, right?”

“Mhm.”

“So… you’re not going to use the blue shell on daddy, right?” He chuckled uneasily again. “That wouldn’t be nice, right, Minho? You love daddy too, right?”

Minho hums, lips pursed into a tiny pout that’s too adorable to ignore. “Yeah, but daddy?”

“Yes, Minho?”

“Remember the other day, you used a blue shell on Mommy?”

Jaehyun’s face drops. How does he remember that?

His son giggles again. “Like mommy always say, karma is a—”

“I’m home!”

The sound of your voice broke Jaehyun’s reverie, attention lost as it was momentarily focused on you walking through the front door. Because of that, a CPU Bowser was able to speed past his Yoshi just seconds before the finish line, gaining himself second place. However, he paid no attention to his character, not even over the fact that his undefeated streak had finally been broken, for he had his eyes set on the prize in front of him.

You beamed at your two favorite boys, happy to be back home where your heart resides. “What are you doing right now? Did you guys eat yet?” you asked. You looked up at the clock stationed on your wall: 3:50pm. “I saw that there’s a new ice cream place across from the market. You boys want some?”

After Minho’s character reaches the finish line, he drops his controller down and runs up to your legs, arms wrapped around them. “Mommy! Daddy lost! He got into second place.”

One eyebrow raised, you looked at the TV screen to find that your little one was in fact telling the truth, making you gauge your eyes in shock. “Really? Daddy didn’t win in Mario Kart this time?” You couldn’t help but laugh. It’s very rare for Jaehyun to lose at a game due to his competitive nature. What a sight it is to see after your work shift.

Jaehyun drops his controller to where his son sat earlier and stands up before you. He shrugs his shoulders as he places a kiss on your lips.

“I decided that it was time for a change. Gotta humble myself once in a while, you know?”

“Honey, we both know that’s a lie.”

You and your son let out a laugh while your husband pouted. You kissed the tip of his nose in response. “I’m kidding, baby. If anything, you will always be number one in my heart.”

“Hey! What about me, mommy?” your son calls out. You looked at your little one, slightly thrown off by his interjection. Now it was his time to pout, mirroring his father’s expression. “Am I not your favorite, mommy?”

“Beat it, kid. She was mine first,” Jaehyun commented.

You gawked at the latter and slapped his arm.

“Jaehyun!”

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s true, though.”

“I should’ve used the blue shell on you, daddy.”

jeongvision’s milestone event!

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

T shirt and panties.

This is for my dear @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindo​ who planted this seed with her yummy Hank story this morning. 

Miguel is first and after the ****** is Bishop, same idea but different characters.

Warnings: Hint of the smut to come and just fluff.

WC: 1742

Enjoy x 

The only things that were missing when Miguel walked back through the door was strobe lights and smoke machines. You loved the old house till it burnt down, but you had two requests when you were looking for a new house, a walk-in  wardrobe and blue tooth sound system through the house. Miguel laughed to himself at your request but the real estate came through for you and you were happy and that’s all he could ask for after you lost so much in the fire.

You were known as the first lady of Santo Padre, you were very hands on with the town and very well known, not just as Mrs. Galindo but also as a good charitable person, always willing to help out whenever anyone in the town needed it. You came from humble beginnings and it was just by chance that Miguel crossed your path, but it was the best chance encounter of your life. You were always dressed to the 9’s out of the house. Very well groomed, hair and make up always done and cloths immaculate.

Miguel made his way up the stairs your voice almost as loud as the music pumping through the house. He rounded into the bedroom and found you dancing in the walk-in wardrobe. The Spanish beat and words filled the room and Miguel stopped, looking on with his arms crossed in front of himself and a smirk on his face. As much as he loved you in your fancy cloths, he loved how you were dressed now; One of his old college t shirts, a pair of black lace panties and your hair half up, half down pulled back with a claw clip.

“Mamita, yo sé que tú no te me vas a quitar (¡duro!)

Lo que me gusta es que tú te dejas llevar (¡duro!)

Todos los weekenes ella sale a vacilar (¡duro!)

Mi gata no para de janguear porque”

Miguel bit his bottom lip listening to the words coming out of your mouth loud, at how you sang the words, his eyes sparkling watching as you dent down picking up pairs of shoes from the box in front of you putting them on the shoe rack on the back wall. His eyes scanned down to your hips, at how you moved them to the beat of the music. Shaking them from side to side and dropping down low. How the rest of your body moved like a snake to the beat. The music was too loud for you to hear the growl that rattled through his chest.

“A ella le gusta la gasolina

(Dame más gasolina)

Cómo le encanta la gasolina

(Dame más gasolina)

A ella le gusta la gasolina

(Dame más gasolina)

Cómo le encanta la gasolina

(Dame más gasolina)”

Not taking his eyes off you, he toed off his shoes, shrugged off his jacket and walked into the space, he came up behind you, his hands going to your hips. You let out a giggle as his big warm hands moved down your thighs and back up again. The beat taking over both of you. Miguel pulled you back onto him and you grinded back into him, your clothed ass grinding back into his crotch. One of your hands came up to hook on his neck. You both danced together for the remainder of the song, your hips moving together and your bodies pressed together, his solid chest pressed into your back. Miguel’s lips and beard brushed over your neck. Miguel’s hand ran up the arm to the hand that was on his neck, he grabbed onto it pulling it away from him, taking it into his hand. He rested his other hand on your hip and spun you around.

Miguel winked at you, pulling you into him and dipping you down at the end of the song. You broke into giggles as he lifted you back up, his lips meeting yours as you stood back up on your feet. Miguel’s hand sliding down to latch onto your lace covered flesh, giving it a squeeze and then a slight slap,

“Those hips don’t lie, Amor” Miguel rested his forehead on yours as you both started to sway along to the next song.

“Nor do yours, my love” you peaked his lips.

Miguel gave you a grin that was filled with nothing but sexual desire. He started to back you into the shoe rack till you were pressed into it. Miguel hooked his fingers into the waist of your panties and pulled them down as he sunk to his knees. Miguel pushed your legs apart slightly, lent forward and licked a strip straight up your core, your legs trembling at how good it felt,

“You know what else doesn’t lie, my love? The way you scream my name when your about to cum”

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You weren’t living together yet and hadn’t been together for that long, but it had gotten serious quite quickly and you were both happy with how it was going. Bishop had been out for a run for nearly four weeks and you wanted him to come home, just relax and not worry about anything. He telling you previously that he would lock himself away for a couple of days after a run to clear his head and relax. You did a quick grocery shop and picked up a case of his favourite beer, driving over to his house, finding the hidden spare key and letting yourself in.

As soon as the door opened, a damp smell hit you, making you crinkle your nose at the ugly smell. You sat everything on the kitchen table and rushed around the house opening all the windows to let in fresh air. You walked back into the kitchen putting everything away where it needed to go. You went into the bed room stripping the bed and throwing the sheets in the washing machine for a quick wash.

Sweat was dripping off you, you walked into the lounge room turning on the aircon to try and cool down, it made a big bang and the green light turned off. You swore under your breath wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand and ringing a repair man that was going to come out the next day to look at it, you writing a note and putting it on Bishop’s fridge. You couldn’t handle the heat so you kicked your flats off and pulled off your jeans, leaving you in your panties and t shirt, as you continued to move around the house, cleaning and tiding.

It was later in the afternoon, you had vacuumed, cleaned the bathroom, did another load of washing that was in the drier, made a pasta bake that was cooking slowly in the oven and had just remade the bed when you laid on top of it just to rest for a moment till the pasta bake was done and you were going to go home and wait for Bishop to come and see you when he was ready.

Your eyes shot open when you heard the front door close and you heard foot steps on the hard wood floor in the hall way, you had been asleep for an hour and you jumped up rushing to the doorway, when you came face to face with Bishop, a big smile on his face,

“Hey sweetheart” his arms came around you pulling you to him, yours around his neck and his lips met yours, his hands running along your lower back “Sorry I was away so long, I missed you” Bishop kissed your shoulder.

“Missed you, so much” you kissed his cheek. You heard the bell on the oven and you pulled away from him walking to the kitchen “Let me get the pasta bake out, I’ll open you a beer and I’ll get out of your hair. I know you like to relax after a run”  

Bishop looked around the house as you walked into the kitchen, after his eyes were glued on your pantie covered ass, till you were out of sight. His eyes went to the living room, clean blankets draped over the couch, floor clean, then he looked in his bedroom at the clean sheets and a basket of clean folded up cloths sitting on the end of it, he then walked into the bathroom looking at how tidy it was and smelling clean, then walking into the kitchen to you pulling out his favourite pasta dish and walked to the fridge opening it and his eyes blew open at how full of food it was and his favourite beer stacked up on the bottom shelf.

You sat the hot tray on the stove, closing the oven and turning it off. You walked to the cupboard reaching up on your tippy toes for a plate when Bishop came up behind you, his hands running up your thighs and moved around, squeezing your cotton covered flesh, kissing the middle of your back,

“How did you know I was coming home today?” Bishop whispered into your ear as you stood back down flat on your feet.

“I didn’t, I thought you were coming back tomorrow. I just didn’t want you to worry about cleaning or food shopping or cooking. I just wanted you to relax once you walked through the door”

You turned to face Bishop and he pressed his body onto yours. His lips kissing along your neck, your hand coming up to rest on the back of his head, the hairs on your body standing on end at the feeling of his beard and warm lips. Bishop wrapped his arms around your middle, lifting you up off the floor and walking you into the bed room, dropping you on the bed. Bishop shrugged off his vest and started to undress himself,

“You know something sweetheart? Your right, I do like to relax after a run. But I like to relax in a different way now” Bishop pushed down his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers “I have you and there is nothing more I want to do then to fuck you into this mattress and then sit with you on the couch, stuff our faces with that amazing pasta, drink beer and watch our show” Bishop moved to settle between your legs that he pushed apart “Sound good to you, baby?”

“Sound amazing”

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