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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

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I didn’t know I needed this, but this was perfection!!

The Wrong Screen.

Summary: Pero goes to the movies and accidentally stumbles into the wrong screen.

Warnings: None? I mean he swears a few times but that’s it. No relationship etc. It’s just Pero treating himself to trip to the movies. A brief spoiler from the trailer of the upcoming Barbie movie.

Word count: 1068.

A/N: I don’t know what this is lol. I just feel like this is Peros kind of luck. Lol

Also shoutout to the incredible @frannyzooey for glancing over this and giving me the most helpful suggestions and edits. You are awesome! Thank you!

The second the trailer pops up on TV, he reaches for his phone on the nightstand. As a history teacher and unashamedly a lifelong history fanatic he was excited by the movie and after thinking to himself that it has been far too long since he had gone to the movies, he decides that he deserves a treat.

Pero searches his local movie theater and having a rare day off work the next day happily books himself into the almost empty 10am showing.

He had been looking forward to seeing it, having seen the first trailer months before, but as usual life and work got in the way and he had forgotten it was due for release.

*

For a workday, the movie theater was surprisingly busy. it had immediately impacted his mood, hoping for a quiet screening with no potential distractions from fellow movie goers.

Showing his mobile ticket to the man working the booth, he strolls across to the concessions stand and orders himself a large popcorn, some nachos and a coke.

“Oppenheimer.” He grunts at the usher in front of him, again getting out his phone and showing his mobile ticket.

“Screen six sir.” The man says happily. “Enjoy the movie.”

Grunting an unenthusiastic ‘thank you’ at the man before making his way towards the screen, he growls under his breath when a bunch of kids leave one of the theatres almost trip him up; clearly hyperactive and on a sugar high.

“Brats.” He scowls before pulling open the nearest door and skulking into the theatre, clutching his snacks and drink.

He had selected a seat right at the back in the left hand corner, because at the time of booking it was the most secluded and he was least likely to be bothered by movie whisperers and pretentious phone screens.

The previews yet to start, he sits in his seat, and placing his nachos and popcorn in the vacant chair beside him, digs into his pocket for his cell phone. While he wasn’t at work he figured he’d read the daily email blast to keep up with everything while waiting for the previews to start.

Humming contentedly as he reads through the email, it recounts a disastrous start to the morning at the college he teaches history at. Happy that his classes had been cancelled due to multiple field trips that he refused to chaperone and two of the buses hadn’t turned up which left a bunch of kids who were due to visit the Smithsonian stranded. He chuckled at the thought of his pain in the ass faculty advisor having one of her many meltdowns over this.

So distracted by his phone he doesn’t pay any attention to the herd of excited patrons making their way into the theatre.

Men and women dressed in bright pink and purple patterns, some in formal attire and some not so formal dress enter the room excitedly. Giggling and gabbling about the movie they’re about to see.

Pero slightly raises his eyebrows at the excitement he can hear around him but doesn’t look up from his phone. Oppenheimer was a fascinating man and it would make sense that people would be excited to see a biopic about him Pero simply thinks to himself.

Eventually the lights dim and the previews start to flash up for a few movies including a few horrors, the next instalment to some shitty franchise and a romcom; nothing that really grabs his attention and makes him want to plan any upcoming trips back to the movies.

The previews end and just as Pero starts to grin with excitement the title card appears on screen and it’s like he’s been punched in the throat.

BARBIE [2023].

Dir. By GRETA GERWIG.

“Fuck.” Pero growls before peering around the room. Finally spotting the elaborate and bright outfits, people dressed as their favourite dolls throughout the decades. ‘Wrong fucking screen.’ He mumbles under his breath.

Unsure whether to run out now or wait for a bit to avoid too much embarrassment Pero just sinks into his chair. Rolling his eyes as the movie begins. Bright pink sets, insane outfits and the most attractive cast he had ever seen. "Just make it through the first fifteen minutes and I can sneak out of here,” he reasons with himself, before shovelling a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Do you guys ever think about dying?” The gorgeous blonde on screen says in the middle of an elaborate dance routine, making everyone around her and the music come to an abrupt stop.

‘You could leave now’ Pero thinks to himself but stays firmly seated, more intrigued by the movie than he had imagined possible. Surprised by the increasingly dark theme that seemed to be hiding in plain sight underneath the multiple shades of vomit inducing pink.

With every scene that passes including one that involves her having to pick between a pair of heels and some birkenstocks Pero finds himself enjoying it more and more and by the time her and Ken are out of ‘Barbie Land’ and navigating their way through ‘The Real World’ the movie he had originally come to see had been long forgotten about.

Every heartfelt piece of dialogue surprisingly resonates with him and as Barbie begins to cry for the first time ever he finds himself completely moved by it. Touched by the message of the movie he can’t help but feel a little disappointed when the credits begin to roll and the movie has ended.

“Wow,” he murmurs out loud, “That was… really fucking good.” He remains seated until everyone else has hurried out, letting himself enjoy looking around at the outfits and their smiling faces. Listening to them chatter happily and discuss their favourite scenes as they skip towards the exit.

Once he’s alone he picks up the popcorn box, nacho tray and empty cup and makes his way towards the exit. Dropping the garbage into the bin and pulling out his phone and checking the time.

It was still early in the day and he had nothing planned for the rest of it, so he strolls back towards the ticket stand in the front of the movie theatre.

The next showing of Oppenheimer a few hours away, he shrugs his shoulders and walks towards the man at the stand.

“Just one ticket for the Barbie Movie please.” He says with a smirk.

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STAR WARS REC

Pt.1

obiwan kenobi

Poe dameron

Din djarin

obiwan kenobi

@galaxysiegefics - fluff headcannon

@absolutelyferal - bouquet

@dameronology - obi wan + a chaotic s/o

@underratedcharactersimagines - Being in a secret relationship with Obi-Wan would include

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Poe dameron

@plainemmanem - your mine

- ___

@queen-of-elves - you think im cute?

@budcooper - ___(medic!reader)

- ___ (badass mandalorian!reader)

@starryeyedstories - ___

- ___

@dameronology - I'll push you back

- the one where you have to babysit the child

- to all the pilots i've loved before pt.1

- the one where he's your safety husband

- random poe hc

- insomnia

@rabbitfxxdinsxmniac - headcannon

@poedamern - headcannon/scenario

- you need practice, sweetheart

@dailyreverie - let me know if there's anything I can do

- how long are you staying for

- seeing you in a new dress/suit

- the knife

- trick or treat

- ___

@supernovafeather - the hidden nest

@ozarkthedog - ___

@writefightandflightclub - A cut above the rest

@spilledkauffie - asking you out

@geo-winchester - ___

- wait for it

- best friends

@usercecilia - at ease

- dating Poe Headcanon (Solo!Reader)

@ichorai - golden age

@starrys-night - nsfw alphabet

@stormkobra-5 - ___

@spider-starry - level of concern

@just-a-bit-of-a-nerd - that's not mine

@maeby-bby - smut headcannon

@multific - some kind of fairy

@beeslibrarycorner - poe dameron dating hc

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Din djarin

@buckyhoney - early morning

@the-archxr - kar'taylir

- daylight

@makrokosmuss-blog - the mandalorian falling hard for you would include

- soft for you

@star-whores-a-new-hoe - headcannon

@writerlyhabits - headcannon

- ___

@letterfromvienna - ___

@thefuckinsandes - headcannons

@mandelirious - more than a feeling

@forever-rogue - ___

- ___

@whirlybirds - reunion

- reunion

@lavendertales - tempter

@misscampacyn - Imagine Omera doesn’t know that you are engaged with Din

- Imagine you and Din take off your gloves for the child

- Din wanting you to talk to him.

@blkgirl-writing - as you wish

@simp4hotch - learning mando'a

@spilledkauffie - dad!din djarin

- the pearl princess ch.1

@maeby-bby - smut headcannon

@kyber-kisses - children of wrath pt.3(jedi!reader)

@oliviajdjarin - comfort headcannon

- warmth

- breathe

@fabricated-misslieness - ___

@current-interest-writings - grogu learns first aid

- every baby needs a mom pt 2

@thesealard - family

@pedrito-friskito - swet like sugar

@firstofficerwiggles - grogu's teacher pt.4

@agremlinwrites - a mother ch.1

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Polaroid

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Photographer f!reader Summary: It's moving day and you both decide to create some forever lasting memories. A/N: I know it's been a while, but inspiration stroke one day and well this was the result. Part Three of the Candid series, but can be read alone. Part One, Part Two

Soft snores flowed musically as the sun began to peer through the curtains. The warmth that embraced you tried to lure you back to sleep. However the excitement of what today was and what it symbolized made you ready to begin the day. Slowly turning around, not wanting to break away from the arms wrapped around you, you smiled at the sight before you.

Javi’s sweet curls that you loved to run your fingers through, fell over his face as he slept. He looked peaceful as you softly swept the hair that covered his face. He sighed at the sensation, undisturbed and still in his dreams. You leaned in slowly and placed a kiss on his forehead before pulling away from his embrace. He reached over in his sleep to attempt to pull you back, but you whispered lightly that you’d be back in a bit. Javi unknowingly nodded and murmured that he loved you before gripping the covers closer to his bare chest. 

It wasn’t long until Javi officially awoke from his slumber. The bed was empty beside him as he stretched away the remnants of sleep. He got out of bed and did his morning routine before he heard the sound of music luring him to the living room. He leaned against the doorway admiring you as you ensured everything, besides the items you both decided could be easily packed, was ready to go. A styrofoam cup of coffee was in your hands as you sat down on the floor in the living room taking a break.

“Good morning, querida,” Javi smiles as he walks towards you and takes a seat beside you. He kisses you before accepting the coffee you held out to him.

“Morning, amor. How did you sleep?”

“Peaceful, but I was sad that I didn’t have you in my arms when I woke up.”

“Aw, I’m sorry. But I had to sacrifice myself to go bring us some delicious coffee and breakfast bagels from around the corner,” you tease as you hold up the bag containing the delicious meal awaiting you both.

“Oh well in that case, you are completely forgiven,” Javi is quick to reach for the bag. “Thank you, amor!”

Boxes surrounded the two of you as the sun continued to rise. Today was officially the day you would both move into your new house. Javi had been living with you for the past two weeks, officially ending the lease he had in his beautiful apartment and already having majority of his belongings awaiting you both in the new house. “We might as well start practicing living together,” he had joked holding two duffle bags the first night he stayed over. 

As the two weeks progressed, your apartment slowly began to be packed away ready for the new chapter in your lives. Books were packed and furniture that you both decided not to keep were sold online and other good condition items were donated to local charities. Your closet was empty with the exception of the one box that held the clothes you’d need for a week. It wasn’t long until the only things that were left was the mattress that you both slept on, the toiletries you both needed, clothes, and some cleaning supplies.

“At what time is Arlene, Michael, and Leah coming over to help?” Javi asked as he cleaned up after you both.

“I think in about twenty minutes,” you told him as you checked your phone. “Do you want to start moving the duffle bags and some of the boxes into the back of my car so we can see how much space we might need before Michael brings the moving truck?”

“Okay, querida, but first don’t move from that spot,” Javi tells you before he reaches into your backpack.

“Why?”

He pulls out the Polaroid camera that you forgot to pack earlier in the week. He frames you with his left hand before he brings the camera into his eyeline. You laugh and humor him with a big smile and make a peace sign before you see the camera flash. The film ejects and Javi holds it against his chest, allowing the warmth of his body to help with the development.

“We have to capture every single moment so that we can always revisit these memories,” he tells you with a smile. He pulls the film away after a minute and shows you the image beginning to appear. “You look beautiful.”

You blushed and stretched your arms as you gave him your “gimme” gesture, “Then can I take a photo of you? Pretty please!”

“How can I say no when you asked so nicely,” he teases, handing you the film camera. “How should I pose?”

“Whatever feels natural to you.”

He takes a beat and thinks as he places his right hand on his chin and his left on his hip. He places most of his weight on his left leg causing his right knee to naturally pop out and it’s screaming to be seen from the black shorts he must have put on when getting out of bed. His hair is still messy and adorable. The perfect shot. The sudden flash caught him by surprise as you giggled at his shocked reaction.

“I was not ready!”

You quickly placed the film underneath your shirt to allow it to develop and away from his hands as he tried to reach for it. Javi gave you a devious smirk as he quickly dropped to the ground and grabbed you by the waist. Playful screams escaped your lips as you struggled as he now was over you. He continued his onslaught before his laughs took over and stared lovingly down at you.

“Do you surrender, querida?”

“Only if you’ll kiss me, amor.”

“With pleasure,” Javi smiles before he leans down and kisses you sweetly, taking his time.

Javi pulls away to softly place his forehead against your own. Your breaths mixed with another as time froze for you both. There was no one else in the world - just Javi and you. Two souls who by chance met at the perfect time and place. You both knew it in your hearts that you were it for one another. 

Javi moved to sit besides you as he grabbed your hands to move you off the ground. Feeling the Polaroid poking your stomach, you pulled the film and handed it over to him.

“You look beautiful, amor.”

Javi looked at his photo and smiled, “Let’s take one together please.”

As Javi reached for the camera you moved to get closer to his side, but he had a different idea in mind. He patted the empty space between his legs and wordlessly asked you to sit there. You gave him a playful look before abiding to his quiet request. As soon as you were settled, he wrapped an arm around you and placed a chaste kiss on your head. Javi held the camera at arm's length with some difficulty.

“Javi do you-”

“I got this, querida,” he struggled for a bit but managed to hold it steady. “Ready? One, two, three, cheese!”

Flash.

The camera dispensed the photo as Javi brought it back towards you. You pulled it out and placed it underneath your shirt.

“Javi.”

“¿Si?”

“You know it has a self timer, right?” You stared at him as he stared at you back. If you could describe the face he was giving you, it would definitely be the emoji with its mouth as an o. A grin appeared on your face as you took the camera and crawled towards the nearest box to place the camera there.

“We only get eight seconds so be ready, okay?”

He nodded his head.

“Okay, three, two, one, go!”

You quickly crawled back towards Javi with a laugh. He was ready for you as he pulled you directly onto his lap and gave you the dreamiest look. Before you could even smile at him, he leaned you back and placed his lips on you. Your hand made its way to his hair and you held onto him. You both didn’t even notice the flash of the camera or hear the film dispense. 

There were so many ways to describe Javi’s kisses. Flirty, playful, passionate were some of them. This one was different from that. This kiss was a promise. A promise of the future that you both will have. A promise of being present and loving towards one another. The promise of a never ending love that will last in this life and the next. So many promises just in this beautiful kiss.

You pulled away for the two of you to catch your breath. Javi pecked your forehead before looking at you.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

A loud honk of a truck was heard outside of your apartment pulling you both away from this intimate moment. Arlene, Michael, and Leah were here. You stood up and held your hands out to pull Javi up. The Polaroid fell out of your shirt. You reached for it as Javi went to grab the one that was still attached to the camera. Holding both of the films together, you looked at one another and smiled. The first one was at an angle showing you both smiling happily at the camera. The second showed how deeply in love you were with one another.

“Can we please frame these, Javi?”

“Of course, mi querida. Now, are you ready to start moving stuff?”

You took a deep breath and nodded. You were more than ready.

The day rolled on quickly and before you knew it, you were crawling into your new bed, in your new home, with your future husband. Javi pulled you close before reaching over to grab something from the bedside table.

“It’s perfect, isn’t it,” he held the two black frames before handing one to you.

The four Polaroids that were taken that morning were now placed into two frames. Javi handed you the one with his photo and the tilted image of you two. He held onto the frame with your photo and what you now dubbed the kiss of future promises.

“It is,” you smiled before giving the frame a kiss and placing it on your bedside table. You heard Javi do the same as he turned off the lamp he had on. You pulled Javi towards you and kissed him.

“Night, mi amor.”

“Goodnight, mi vida.”

“I love you.”

Javi kissed you, “I love you, mi media naranja. I am yours, forever.”

You smiled and moved closer as he pulled you into his arms, nuzzling his chest and placing a chaste kiss over his heart, “Forever. I love the sound of that.”

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“Night on the town” is hot af 🥵 do you think santi would ever have a breeding kink?

Thank you!! Oh most definitely! After he’s spent time with Frankie’s baby and just playing with them, Santi would definitely want his own. And if his partner has a breeding kink already, you know his would be to the max!

He’d whisper such filthy things into their ear and as promises to fill them with his cum. He’d would definitely them keep plugged with his softening cock to ensure none of his cum slips out.

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Diego Luna as Cassian Andor Andor (2022) | 1.02

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ADRIA ARJONA as Bix Caleen in ANDOR (2022- ) | 1x01: Kassa

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PEDRO PASCAL star wars cover shoot | vanity fair 2022 

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Time Lapse

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Photographer f!reader Warnings: slight mention of sex, food mention Summary: Being apart from Javi is beginning to become unbearable. Especially when it has been over a month. Trying to stay afloat as you count down the days before Javi comes back home, you reflect on your feelings towards the sweet man. A/N: Hi, it's me. This fic has been in my drafts for so long that I finally had the chance to finish it. This could be read as a solo fic, but it is in continuation of my fic, Candid. Please enjoy some more soft Javi.

Part 1

Facetime had to be one of the greatest inventions ever created. Yes there was Zoom and Duo. Yes, Skype did and still exists and made a statement when it first came around. But the ease to simply press a button and Facetime someone was really a blessing. Especially when you miss someone and they are miles, miles away. 

“Have you seen the movie I recommended to you?” Javi’s voice flowed through your phone as you adjusted yourself on the bed. 

“The Calligari one? No not yet,” You giggled at the expression that quickly appeared as soon as the words escaped your lips.

“How have you not seen it? It’s a masterpiece!”

“Well, I was thinking of watching it with you. That way I can be able to enjoy something you love with you.”

“You’re perfect, do you know that?” Javi’s sweet praises will never not bring a blush to your cheeks.

You turned over your pillow and gripped onto the edge as you adjusted the phone in your hand. With a soft sigh you told him how you missed him. You missed the warmth that radiated from him. You missed everything about him.

“I miss you too, querida.” 

Javi Gutierrez was roughly two thousand, eight hundred and fourteen miles away from where you currently resided. You in the West Coast of California and him in the East Coast of New York. He was working with the director and producers of a new film that he had written. When you asked him to summarize it in three words, he responded with, “Action. Spectacle. Surprises.”

“That could be anything!” You laughed when you heard those words.

“Exactly!”

You missed him so much. His hair had grown a bit since you last had seen him a month ago. Those sweet curls you adored so much were making an appearance as you watched him move around the bed he currently was on. 

“How’s New York? Did you make any new friends?” 

He quickly sat up and the biggest smile appeared on his face. You mimicked his moves and leaned against the headboard of your bed, ready to listen to his newest tale.

“I did! His name is Isaac. He is an actor who is going to be one of the producers of the film. He is extremely funny!”

“Is this a new best friend I am sensing? Is Nick going to get jealous?” You teased him.

“Nick would love Isaac!” He spoke with such offense. “We would become an iconic trio like Luke, Han, and Chewbacca or Charlie’s Angels.”

“Does that mean I would be able to see you in a tight spy suit? Or better yet in Han’s outfit?”

“Only if you wear Leia’s outfit.”

“I promise. Space buns and all!” You both laugh.

“Oh! He also introduced me to his wife who is a director and screenwriter as well! She has done some amazing films! Some that they both even have worked on together! They want to meet you, too.”

“Me?” You asked surprised.

“I told them about my beautiful partner who is a photographer and creates beautiful pieces of art with a simple click of her camera.”

“Javi,” You smiled at him.

He shifted so that you can see all his beautiful features perfectly lit by the lamp beside him. His eyes, those beautiful expressive shades of brown, that are staring directly into the camera but seem as if they were staring straight into your own, showed nothing but adoration. 

“I wish I was there with you,” You whisper to him, as if it was a secret you were sharing. 

“Me too. Only one more week to go,” he whispers back. 

You both had officially begun dating ten months ago. After the photoshoot, you met up with him a few days later with the plan of watching a movie and having dinner. As well with the intention of returning the jacket that he kindly lent you on the day you met. In the end, the jacket became forgotten as the date continued.

On your third date and third attempt to return his jacket, Javi walked you to your door and as you pulled the blue jacket off your shoulders, he stopped you.

“Keep it. It suits you better,” Javi whispered before pressing his forehead against your own.

After that night more of his sweaters and shirts made a new home within your closet. Even now as you laid on your bed, one of his t-shirts was being worn as a sleep shirt. It still held the scent that could only be described as Javi.

“The day that you come home, I will be sure to have all of your favorite movie snacks ready. And we are going to have a Paddington movie marathon and cuddle on the couch,” You tell him. “It’s gonna be you, me, and Mr. Bunny. How is he, by the way?”

Javi laughs and puts his phone down for a second as he reaches over for the stuffed rabbit you insisted that he take with him. It was another duplicate of the bunny plush that was used in “Con Air”. Javi had given it to you on your fifth date. The date in which you both declared that you were official. He was yours and you were his.

Mr. Bunny came to view as Javi was back on the screen, “He has been enjoying the scenery. But he misses his mother.”

“I miss him too,” You tell him with a yawn. “The both of you.”

“Tiempo para dormir, querida. I’ve kept you up for too long.”

“Me? You’re the one that is three hours ahead of me. How are you still awake?”

A smile appears on his face, “Nothing in this world would stop me from being able to see you. I could stay awake for hours if it means being able to see your beautiful face and hear your lovely voice.”

“Come home soon, Javi.”

Javi smiled at the word home. You were becoming his home. 

“As you wish.”

And as you both laid in your beds, laying on the side that you both declared as your own, you both reached over and touched the pillows that were beside your own. Wishing that it was the person that you desired the most that was many miles away. The same thoughts lingered through both your minds as you whispered goodnight to the empty room with nothing but the sounds of the outside world.

The second thought on your mind when you awoke the following morning was that you were a day closer to seeing Javi. The first was how annoying your alarm was. As you got ready for the day, you noticed how Javi’s presence was always around you. The cup that he used for his morning coffee was placed next to the coffee machine as you poured yourself your first brew of the day. The blanket throw you leaned against on your couch that he helped pick out the one time you had gone on a Target trip and lost yourselves amongst the many ailes. The many DVDs that he left on your coffee table the day you got sick. He had insisted that they brought nothing but pure joy and would quickly make you feel better.

There were so many little things that reminded you how much you loved him. A smile appeared on your face before sipping on your coffee. Love. In your mind you thought that the possibility of even experiencing that romantically was out of the picture. And here you are, ten months later admitting the notion as you smelled the coffee that Javi had picked out a few days before he had left.

You sighed at the thought of him and soon remembered that perhaps you should go to his apartment to check how things are. Javi has a housekeeper that comes once a week, but before he left he had asked if you could also check on the plants that he kept in the apartment. The same plants that you had in yours. His reasoning was so that his home had a piece of you in it. After quickly getting dressed, one of his sweaters being thrown on, you locked the door behind you and began your journey to your favorite place.

Javi’s apartment had such a beautiful view of the city. At first you thought that his art pieces and movie memorabilia would capture your attention. But the moment you saw the rays of light enter from the large balcony, you were enamored. As Javi joined you on the balcony, you told him that this might be the most beautiful view of the city as the setting sun made its appearance. In Javi’s eyes, you were the most beautiful view. You glowed even more so than you already did.

Greeting his neighbors, an elderly couple who always gave you both a knowing smile, you entered his apartment. The aroma that could only be described as Javi hit your senses and it brought you such comfort. Leaving your bag on his couch, you made your way to the balcony and began your task of watering the plants that were both in and outdoors. As you walked around, you noticed that there were many things of yours that lingered in his apartment. 

Your favorite blanket was folded on the couch, the one that you used when you both cuddled under when watching films. Your favorite snacks are organized in his pantry as well as your own mug for the coffee that he brewed for you. His bathroom held your skincare products and your toothbrush in your favorite color. When he presented it to you the first time you stayed over, he had the cutest smile and was so proud to have the little piece of knowledge memorized.

In his room, your favorite pajamas were in the cabinet that he declared your own and the vanity he had purchased just for you so you can get ready for the day as he watched with admiration. And lastly, a portrait of the two of you at the beach as the sun set behind you. It sat on the drawer underneath the television in his room. It was a gift that you had given him and one that he would always cherish.

“Only one week to go,” You told yourself as you stepped out of his apartment, locking the door behind you.

The next day, you were dragged out of your apartment because according to Arlene, your moping behavior had to end.

“He’s only been gone for how long?” 

“34 days,” You tell her with a longing voice.

“That’s forever!” Leah yells as she takes a bite of her brownie.

“I completely agree with you, Leah! I owe you another brownie,” You ruffle the child’s hair as she giggles.

Arlene looks bewildered as she states, “She’s only seven!”

You and Leah look at each other before giggling, “She is wise for her age.”

“But seriously, I’ve never seen you like this over a guy.”

You take a sip of your coffee before saying, “Well I love him. So of course I miss him like crazy.”

The look that appeared on not only Arlene’s but Leah’s face was the most priceless moment ever. Arlene with her wide eyes and Leah with her mouth open and full of brownie bits.

“You love him!”

“Is he going to be my tío now?”

The two spoke together, blurring their words as you just smiled.

“I do and we can ask him when he comes back.”

“Tía,” Leah leans close to you as if she is ready to tell you a secret.

“What’s up?”

She pulls you close, whispering in your ear, “I really want Javi to be my tío. Do you think he would buy me that Baby Yoda toy I want?”

“He would definitely buy it for you. Now, ready for that next brownie?”

The days soon began to blur as you got busy with work. Photos needed to be edited, shoots needed to be scheduled, and meetings kept you on your toes. You would get home tired, wishing that Javi was there to cheer you up. Even though he wasn’t, the phone calls and text messages that Javi sent you made it better. You were ready for the weekend. For Javi.

On Friday the whole company was given a half day and you attempted to retreat back to your home, ready to clean up the apartment since Javi was due to be home Saturday afternoon. But your attempts to go home were stopped.

“Let’s go eat!” Arlene walked beside you as you exited the building.

“But Javi is-”

“Coming tomorrow, I know. But, can we please have lunch? Michael offered to pick up Leah from school and I really wanna have a nice lunch with my best friend.”

It was a rare opportunity so you agreed. Arlene gave you the biggest smile and dragged you along for some light shopping before having lunch. Ever since you told her that you loved Javi, she began to ask questions about Javi and the possible future.

What’s your favorite feature of his? His eyes because it shines so bright.

What is one thing you would change about him? Nothing really. But if you had to pick one, it would be his self-doubt. He was amazing and worked so hard on his scripts and needed to realize that.

How’s the sex? None of your business, but it’s magical.

Would you ever move in with him? Yes, of course!

Is he really the one?

“I can’t imagine my life without him in it. He’s it for me. I love him.”

With that answer, Arlene knew that you were in deep. And she knew that he was too. 

As you headed home, you were glad that you had that lunch with her. It made you think about what you wanted and now that you are more certain of it, you were hopeful for your future with Javi.

“Only one day to go,” You smiled before entering your apartment.

Golden hour peaked through the windows and it provided the light for you to see the scene before you. Movie snacks were placed on your coffee table. Paddington was on your tv screen, ready to be played. As you entered deeper into your apartment, Mr. Bunny was sitting on the couch along with Javi’s favorite blanket that was on your bed.

“Welcome home, querida,” Javi’s voice pulled you towards the direction of your kitchen as Javi stood there with a loving smile.

A gasp escaped your lips as you practically jumped on him, pulling him into the tightest of hugs, kissing him all over his face. Javi held onto you tightly, refusing to part from you as he took you in. He missed the feeling of your arms around him, your scent washing over him as he placed his head on the crook of your neck. This is where he was meant to be, in your arms as you whispered to him how much you missed him. Javi knew that there would be no other for him as he held you. You, his one true love.

“You’re home! I missed you so much,” You told him before kissing his lips.

“I missed you more,” Javi nuzzled your nose with his own. “Next time I have to travel anywhere, I am taking you with me.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I want the woman I love to be with me, always.”

He loved you. Javi loved you. Javi Gutierrez, the sweetest and most wonderful man to ever exist in this lifetime, loved you.

“I love you,” You whispered to him as you pressed your forehead against his.

Javi’s eyes widened before they quickly darkened, quickly taking hold of your lips with his own as he felt the love you were giving him in the kiss. Nothing but pure passion and love was felt and you both finally felt as if you were now complete. Life was complete. Well almost.

Javi pulled away, placing light kisses, “I love you with my whole being. I want to build a home for you. For us. And I knew since the moment I took your hand that you would be the only one for me.”

“I want us to have a home too. I want to be able to wake up to your arms around me every morning. I want everything with you.”

His smile only widened more as he pulled you towards the couch and as you both took a seat, he pulled out a small box from his pocket. He gently handed you the wide velvet box.

Your heart pounded in anticipation and a gasp escaped your lips. Inside there were two small items. Well, one smaller than the other. A single key rested next to a beautiful ring that was already bringing tears into your eyes.

“Javi.”

“You are my home. You brighten my day in so many ways. You provide the warmth that I didn’t know I was missing. And even though we haven’t been together for long, I know in my heart that there is no one else I’d rather be with than with you. I bought us a home that I want to fill with you. I want to start a life with you and who knows maybe have children or pets. Whatever you want.”

You laugh as the tears freely fall from your eyes. Javi grabs the ring and slowly descends down onto one knee. His eyes filled with love and hope that showed brightly thanks to the golden hour.

“Will you marry me, mi amor?”

You nodded your head profusely as you quickly reached for Javi, “Yes, Javi, yes!”

Javi held you close as you kissed him. After everything he’s gone through in his life, his hopeful, romantic heart finally found what made it whole. This time apart showed the two of you that you carried each other’s hearts. 

“I can’t wait to start our new life together.”

“We already have. On that first date, our new life began. We have a long beautiful journey ahead of us, mi amor,” Javi tells you as he slips the ring on your finger.

“You and your beautiful words,” You lean against his chest as he kisses the top of your head.

“Only for you,” he tells you as he watches how the ring glows in the golden light. He starts the film as a thought appears in his head, “Can we have little Leah be our flower girl?”

“She’d probably have one condition,” You laugh, remembering what she told you.

“What’s that?”

“She wants her tío to buy her a Baby Yoda toy.”

A laugh escapes his lips, “Of course. Do you want one too?”

“Yes please. I love you.”

“I love you, querida.”

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