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Do you have any thoughts on Chico finding out that he has kid on the outside? From an ex maybe? And I just want to say that I very much enjoy this blog, so thank you for making it!! I hope that your day was better than yesterday!

Eeeeep! Love this! Think it’d be a lot like Quagmire finding his kid in Family Guy. Like himbo turned dilf in an hour. (Since you said on the outside I’m gonna assume Chico’s still in prison. Love the challenge!)

And thank you! I’m very glad! Just made this page for myself but now I’ve got a few lovely people who keep checking it out. Love you all❤️

Chico Guerra in:

My Girl Part 1/?

He’s miserable. It’s years till he’s eligible for parole. And he probably wouldn’t make it. His girlfriend left him when she went to Hawaii.

He’s been mopey lately. Everyone realized. Even torturing Alvarez didn’t have the kick it used to.

It’s just that she was his last thing on the outside. Brother gone. Mother gone. Most of his family didn’t associate anymore. Now his girlfriend that he loved decided she was in love with some Hawaiian guy.

“Hermano.” Morales caked after him after a meeting. “Come, join me.”

Chico knew better than to fuck with Morales, so he said yes.

“What’s with you, pendejo?”

Chico shrugs. Morales goes on to talk about keeping one’s head. All that garbage, Chico thinks bitterly.

It’s visiting day. He hasn’t had a visiting day in four years now. Hasn’t had a conjugal visit in that time too.

He remembered taking his girl that last time. Holding her like he never would again, teeth tearing at her flesh. It was magical.

He played cards with the other Latinos until visiting time came up. Carlo got up to go see his sister. She visited every month from her new job. Murphy came over to Chico.

“Guerra, get up, you got a visitor.”

Guerra’s head popped up. He quirked a brow and questioned. Murphy looked at the sheet.

“Consuela Gutierrez?”

Chico’s eyes went wide. After almost four years.

He checked his hair in the reflection of a pod window. Checked his shave for imperfections. Tried to get his fuck me eyes going.

He wanted to step through that waiting room and be 100% the man she lost when he went in. Remind her what she was missing.

He stepped into the waiting room. Consuela was there, looking just as good as the day he’d seen her last.

He strode over to her, eyes wild, hoping to get a few intimate touches before the hacks saw.

“Mi jaina.” He said under his breath. His girl. After so long.

“Consuela, mi amor,” he growled lustfully as he sat down. He smirked at her, and pulled her hands close. She pulled them away immediately.

“Don’t touch me, please. I’m only here because of Kalani.”

“Who the fuck is Kalani?”

She explained it was her new husband in Hawaii. They moved back to the city for half a year to be closer to her family. Chico was still confused as to why he was here.

“So that’s it, huh? Just came by to run your new life in my face?” Chico spat, love turning to hatred in seconds.

“I’d have been happy if I never saw you again. But Kalani said it’s not fair to keep a father from his kid.”

“What.”

She reached for the stroller next to her, which Chico had assumed belonged to Carlo’s family. Didn’t his sister just have that baby a year ago?

She pulled the kid out who had been gurgling the whole time. The kid just looked up at him, large brown eyes searching him over. Chico did the same.

Kid had black hair, caramel skin, and a little button nose that broke Chico’s heart.

“But we haven’t fucked in-“

“About four years? Yeah. Wendy’s three.”

“Wendy?”

“Her real name is Viridiana but no one could pronounce it. My mother just wanted the kid named after her. You know how she is.”

Chico’s head was spinning. This isn’t how he thought his day was going.

“You didn’t call??” Chico chastised, still staring at the bouncing baby girl in front of him.

“Chico, I knew if I did you may not come to see her. But look at her, Chico. She’s just like you.”

She held the baby in front of her as a pride might hold a baby cub. The little girl giggled at Chico and reached for his hand. She leaned to her mother and whispers something loud in her ear.

“Not yet, sweetie. I have to ask… Chico something first.”

Chico was just about entering his midlife crisis when they came in today and now it was hitting full force. He had a three year old kid at almost forty.

“She wants to know who you are.”

Chico barely heard the words come out of her mouth. His eyes were glued to the kid. Still bouncing and forming words here and there.

“I’m… I gotta go.” He stood up to leave. He felt Consuela’s hands on his, only a little too late. He ripped them away and with one look back at the kid, went up to Murphy.

“I’m done here.”

Murphy nodded and took him away. He cast one more look back at that baby girl, still gurgling and now waving at him. His heart ached.

His head was spinning by the time he got back to Em City. Morales regarded him but he didn’t stop for anyone. Just went straight to the showers and smacked the cold water on, standing fully clothed under its stream.

“Guerra?”

Chico turned his head to see Beecher standing there with a worried expression on his face. Chico rolled his eyes and turned back around, letting a jet of freezing water splash him in the face.

“Is… I mean… you okay?”

“Fine.” He growled. He wasn’t ready to tell strangers that he’d had a kid with his ex girlfriend just yet.

The bell for lunch rang, and he took his sopping wet ass out of the showers to dress for it.

He’s silent through most of lunch. Just staring at his peas.

“Oje, Chico, ¿què pasa? You’re so damn quiet toda, man.” Carlos chided, shoveling food into his mouth. Chico just nodded, mindlessly peeling an orange.

“Wanna see pictures of Isabella’s baby?” Carlo jumped in. And at the mention of Baby, Chico flinched. “Oh, yeah, Chico who was that kid with you in the waiting room? Consuela make you meet her kid?”

Chico almost choked.

“Nah… she… the kid’s mine.”

The other Latinos were confused. Chico never mentioned a kid. He got tired of the eyes on him and explained.

“What’re you gonna do?” -Carlos

“What’s her name?” -Carlo

“She gonna put you on child support?” -Morales

“Dunno, Wendy, and dunno.” -Chico

Chico spent the rest of the day thinking about Wendy. Her big, oceanic brown eyes, that little lip quiver she did when he got up, and that little starburst hand that waved bye at him. She was his alright. No doubt.

When they were locked in their pod, Morales wouldn’t shut up about the situation. How it was to be handled. He wasn’t really listening until Morales said;

“I ever tell you I had a kid?”

Chico’s head popped up. He shook his head.

“Daughter. Allita. Think she goes by Lee. Haven’t seen her since she was a baby. She’s gotta be twenty something now.” He mused.

“Why didn’t you ever see her?”

“You can’t have the life we have and a family. Carlo will learn that soon enough. Eventually, you lose both.”

Chico pondered on those words for a while.

All night he was plagued with dreams. A little brown eyed girl kept following him. Those little hands reaching outward. She just kept gurgling for him to do something and every time he reached, she got further away.

All night. Restless. Breathless. Chasing after his own kid. His.

It had to be his right? That’s why he was feeling this way. The primitive urge to protect her from everything. He loved her immediately, that’s what scared him. He loved Consuela once. Loved his brother Bobby, too.

But Morales’ words were there as well. Taunting him, playing like some sort of funeral drum as he chased the kid down.

He awoke with a start in a puddle of sweat. He lay in bed for an hour and a half before lights on, just breathing and trying to get those eyes out of his head.

First thing he did was get a code for the phones.

“I’m sorry, the person you tried to call is unavailable at this time-“

“FUCK” Guerra slammed the phone against the receiver. He picked it back up to his ear just in time to hear the beep.

“Lala- I mean, Consuela. Look… I don’t know… you didn’t answer for a reason. I know it was shitty to leave but… but… you gotta understand… I ain’t seen you in… and now… Maybe this was a bad idea. I just… next Thursday’s visiting day. Be there… please. And… I need you to… just bring the kid too…” he paused for a long time, before breathing out. “…Wendy.”

He had six agonizing days before the next visiting day. He asked every day if someone was coming. Everyday they said no.

Chico was haunted by those big brown eyes he thought he’d never see again.

When Thursday came and Murphy tapped his shoulder, he nearly pissed himself. He rushed off to the visiting room, trying not to let others know what had him so bent out of shape.

He couldn’t stop himself from looking in the visiting room window, scanning. When he locked eyes with her, his heart melted. She was looking around too, and when she saw him in the window, her little face split into a smile and she waved. 🫶😭

He walked over and greeted Consuela.

“What changed your mind?”

“It’s not important. It changed.”

They sat in silence for a second before Wendy blurted out:

“Play!”

Her mom sighed and took out two little dog action fingers. One was dressed like a police officer, the other was in pink and in a mini helicopter. “Paw patrol” was written on the sides.

Wendy considered it for a second, then handed Chase (no I don’t know all the paw patrol characters by name even the ones who are barely in any episodes… looking at you Zooma.👀) to Chico. He took the toy with some hesitation. Consuela looked between the two of them.

“Well, go on, play.” She looked at her phone. “I gotta call about an appointment anyway. I’ll just be standing right there.” She pointed to the vending machines. She got up and walked away, leaving Wendy standing on the seat. She made her dog walk up to Chico’s.

“Hello!”

“Hi…?”

“No! Like Chase!”

Guerra floundered. He didn’t know what Chase sounded like so he just made his voice deeper. She giggled.

“Chase is on da case!” She cheered happily, the words barely formed in her mouth.

Chico wasn’t sure how to play, but he enjoyed watching Wendy have fun. She got the prettiest little smile on her face; she’d scrunch up her eyes and nose and bare all her teeth. Chico couldn’t help but smile back.

“What’s your name?” She chirped.

“Chico.”

The little girl giggled and giggled as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

“What’s your name?” She asked again. Again, Chico responded, and again, it sent the girl into hysterics. Chico got the game.

She kept asking, and every time, Chico would have a different reaction.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s… Chico!”

She squealed and giggled again.

“What’s your name.”

“Hmmm… I don’t know.”

The little girl smiled, stood on her tip toes on the seat, and Chico instinctively put his arms on her sides to stabilize her. She leaned forward and whispered;

“Say Chico.”

“Okay. Chico.”

And she burst into little fits of giggles again.

Chico’s heart felt to full watching his little girl be so enthralled with him. He saw Consuela watching the display with a small smile.

Wendy was now on Chico’s crawling over him, and looking too close into his eyes.

“Eyes!” She shouted in his face, and put her little finger gently on his eye lids when he closed them. He opened them, and she smiled.

She ran her tiny hand on his face, and on his goatee. She looked like she was in complete adoration of his beard.

“Soft!” She declared, and Chico chuckled at her innocence. He was a convicted murderer and she was climbing over him like it was nothing. Like a little kitten might crawl on a lion, unaware of the danger.

She was so small and fragile. Chico held her for a second, licking her up and staring into her eyes. His eyes. There was no doubt in his mind that she was his. She looked just like he did as a baby. And the instincts that came with that. The absolute raw energy she gave him. Primal. He wanted to take her back to his cell just so she’d never be out of his sight again.

He found himself shedding a tear. He’d never get to go home with his little girl. Hear how her day was. Color with her at the kitchen table.

Chico loved her already. More than anything he’d ever loved before, or since.

The little girl touched his face, palming at the tear.”

“Sad?” She asked, but it sounded almost like she was stating it. Chico nodded. And she then said; “hug?”

Chico nodded. And she opened up her little arms as wide as she could and gave him a hug that irreparably broke his heart.

He found himself squeezing her back, and hand on her little head, holding her close and full crying now.

Consuela got concerned and walked over.

“Chico? Are you okay?”

Chico didn’t respond. He just held his child and tried to hide his face.

“‘M fine.” He mumbled, finally, still hugging Wendy.

“I’m sorry you’re only meeting her now.”

“‘S’okay.”

“Kalani made the arrangements to come back to the mainland so you could meet her. You’d like him too. He’s a good guy. I’m sorry, but Wendy calls him daddy. He’s raised her. But we want you to be in her life.”

“What am I then? If I’m not daddy?”

“Up to you and Wendy.”

Chico pulled her away from him and touched his chest, using a hand to gently guide her face to look at him.

“I’m papi, mi corazón. Papi.”

“Papi.” She repeated, even though she wasn’t sure why.

Chico swallowed thickly and pulled her into another hug.

He leaned into her ear, so his lips were millimeters away.

“Te quiero, mi vida. Nunca más te dejaré. ¿Escuchame? Nunca. Te quiero, mija.”

“I love you, my life. I’ll never leave you again. Hear me? Never. I love you, my girl.”

Consuela gave him a picture to take with him. It was Wendy, hugging a giantic stuffed giraffe. He put it in his pocket immediately.

When it was time for him to leave, he tried to get his face in order to go back to em city. Wendy rubbed his face, unsure what they were doing but she thought she was helping.

When it came time to say goodbye, Chico found he couldn’t.

“Move it, Guerra.”

He held Wendy in his arms, squeezing her against him and rocking her gently. Kept kissing her head and muttering mija to himself.

“C’mon, Guerra.” Murphy called without yelling. He didn’t want to spook the kid. Chico realized if he didn’t go now, the CO’s would either yell or pull them apart, and both would make Wendy cry. He painfully put her down, and handed her back her toy.

He turned to leave, another netting already being set up.

As he reached the door, he heard a soft and squeaky.

“Bye bye, papi.”

As soon as Chico left the room, and was out of view of the other prisoners and hacks, he dropped to his knees and cried harder than he ever had.

For the first time the consequences of his own actions never felt so real.

Kill someone. Go to prison. A simple equation that he made a calculated decision on years ago.

If you’d have told him it was kill someone, go to jail, and never see your bouncing baby girl again, he’d have made some different decisions. But it’s impossible to know how much you love a child until they’re in the room with you. Until they’re no longer hypothetical, and you’re staring at the thing you created, it was impossible to understand how much it would affect you.

Chico made a decision then and there. He wouldn’t be Morales. He’d never stop trying to see his girl. He’d never choose this life over her.

His whole life was dedicated to her now. He yanked the photo out of his pocket and used a pen to scribble something on the back.

All for her.

Whatever was left of him belonged to Wendy now. ❤️

He went to lunch with the picture in his pocket. Showed the other Latinos when he got to the table.

Martinez feigned interest while Carlo genuinely engaged with him.

“She’s so cute, hermano, congratulations.”

Chico nodded and kept talking about her. How she played and talked. How she was already forming sentences. That she could stand on her tippy toes. Everything.

Carlos looked at Morales, who made a gesture that said just to leave it.

“And she’s not an illegal!”

All the Latinos’ heads whipped around to see Robson at the other table, smiling meanly.

“Imagine that. Two wetbacks creating an American. That’s how they get into our country you know. They come here and spit out seventeen kids a piece so that there’s more of them here than over there.”

Chico was SEETHING. He gritted his teeth and snarled.

“Watch it, Robson.”

“Oh? Am I hitting a nerve?” Robson feigned concern. “Because really that’s the last thing I’m trying to do. Just giving friendly advice. Watch out.”

“For what?” Chico was standing now, and so was Robson. The CO’s grabbed their nightsticks.

“Knowing you spics, she’ll be knocked up by the time she’s fifteen.”

Robson, who prides himself on his street fighting abilities, and the CO’s who prides themselves on their quick response times, couldn’t react fast enough for Chico.

He launched himself at Robson with his plastic fork and punched him in the nose, grabbing at his body and slamming it into the table, palming at the bald head and trying to crack the skull on the table.

The other Latinos and aryans started going at it too, but Chico couldn’t care less.

He just kept trying to kill Robson, his sweet girl’s face in his mind the whole time. How dare he say anything about his perfect little girl?

Robson was bigger and stronger, but Chico was operating with dad strength now.

He felt like he could lift a car in that moment.

The CO’s broke them up and threw Chico into the hole.

He’d never been so honored to sit naked next to a bucket of his own shit.

For the first time, he had no regrets on fighting.

All he could picture was Wendy, sitting there with her big eyes, saying ‘bye bye papi’.

He missed visiting day that week. He’d never cried so hard in his goddamn life. 😭

To be continued…

It’s four in the morning help💀

I was inspired by @wawamouse yet again by saying he wanted to write a fic where Miguel was just openly attracted to Chico. Like, plain and simple. Two bros. Chillin in a hottub. You get the gist. I’m here for it and a little high so…

Miguel Alvarez and Chico Guerra in…

Crime and Punishment

Fuck him. Sometimes Miguel forgot how much of a dick Chico could be. They’d been dating for a few years now. Mostly in private at first but they learned to roll with the punches. They just worked too well together to quit, even though they argued like an old married couple. Chico was in the bathroom now. Had been for the last half hour.

The blow up had been at dinner. An argument they had at least a dozen times but today was a monsoon. Every argument just came up all at once, until they were screaming at each other from across the table. Chico walked away first. He always did. And Miguel hated that he took that opportunity away from him every time. Made him angrier than the actual argument. He was seething on the couch as he waited on the bathroom. A one bedroom sounded like a great idea in the beginning; he and Guerra fucked like bunnies. But now? With Guerra hogging the only toilet in the house?

“You redecorating or some shit?” Miguel called heatedly. He heard a crash and some swearing but no screaming so he just rolled his eyes.

“Shaving. That okay with you, Princess?” Chico called back, like a taunting child. Miguel rolled his eyes yet again.

“I’d like to take a shit sometime this century.”

“Yeah? Maybe that lump of coal up your ass is finally a diamond.”

“Fuck off.”

Silence. He heard Chico fumbling with his shaving kit. He never used an electric razor on his face. Didn’t trust them. Shaved the way his brother taught him how. Miguel softened a little at the thought. He liked watching Chico shave and clean up his goatee. The man took so much pride in it. Plus it’s hot to watch your boyfriend shave. Miguel was man enough to admit that. But that’s why Chico was shaving now. He was purposely stopping Miguel from watching him. Alvarez understood how crazy that sounded, but he knew his insane boyfriend better than anyone. This is exactly the petty shit he pulls when he’s butthurt. Miguel found himself getting angry again at the thought. He knew Chico needed MUCH concentration when he shaved, so he decided to put down his book and walk to the bathroom door.

“Five. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty.”

“You’re counting now? What’re you? My mom?” Guerra called through the door with a grimace.

“Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo!”

“Oh, real fucking mature, Miguel.”

Miguel grinned like the bitch he was and kept going. He could hear Guerra muttering Spanish obscenities through the door.

“To sit in solemn silence on a dull dark dock in a pestilential prison with a life long lock-“

“Miguel, I’m warning you.”

Miguel just started to bang different tunes on the door to throw him off. He hated the tongue-twisters Miguel learned at the theater.

“-awaiting the sensation of a short sharp shock-“

“I’ll fucking leave you for this, you colossal bitch.”

“-from a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!”

“FUCK!” Chico reacted in pain and then there was silence. Miguel listened, the smile slowly disappearing from his face when the silence persisted.

“Chico? Yo, you okay?”

More silence. Miguel started to worry.

“Hey, Chico. Just… tap on the door if you’re okay.”

More silence. No Spanish obscenities. Miguel’s heart dropped.

“Carmen, I’m gonna break the door-“

The door swung open quick and a furious Guerra was standing there in only his boxers, a little blood dripping from his clean shaven face. It was just a nick. Chico went toe to toe with him, eyes flashing in their fury.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, cabron. That shit hurts.”

Miguel didn’t say a word, just stared at Chico, who didn’t notice his boyfriend wasn’t responding and kept berating him.

“The fuck is up with you? First you need to take a shit that’s more important than me keeping the skin on my face and now you got nothing to say?” He stormed past Miguel and went to the kitchen to pour some Tequila. Miguel followed. Chico noticed. “What? Now you gotta take a shit in the kitchen, too?”

Miguel just stared at Chico as if he was looking at him for the first time. Chico, ever the empath, just then noticed Miguel hasn’t said anything, just staring at him wide eyed. He touches his face to see if the nick was more serious than he thought, but the blood was already gone. He searched behind him for the answer.

“What?”

“You shaved.”

“Told you I was.” He retorted, back to pouring his tequila. Miguel swallows thickly.

“I thought you meant you were trimming up the goatee.” Miguel clarified, still wide eyed. Chico shifted.

“Thought I’d try something new.” He took a shot of tequila and went to pour another. There weren’t any damn limes left in the house. Two Latinos. No limes. He shook his head at the travesty and looked up to see Miguel still staring. He suddenly got very self conscious.

“You don’t like it?” He asked quietly, eyes downward at first but then looking over Miguel.

“No… I mean yes… wait what was the question?” Miguel stammered out, eyes as big as the moon. Chico furrowed his brow, before a lightbulb lit in his head. He suddenly recognized that look. The glassy eyes. The moist lips. The starstruck attitude.

“Wait… wait you like it.” He narrated out loud, sly smirk starting to form as he pounds his last shot.

“Well… I mean….” Miguel’s speech patterns were giving him away. Chico knew this well. He’d seen Miguel horny but never like this.

“No, I know that look. You like it. More than that. You like like it.” He started chuckling to himself, mind already reeling at how he could use this, the argument from hours prior already forgotten.

Miguel tried to say something but he couldn’t. He really couldn’t. He was always attracted to Guerra, but clean shaven Guerra? Man never stood a chance.

His boyfriend was looking FIT. He’d always been muscular, but damn, did he look different there, hair a mess, only in his fucking blue boxers, clean shaven face grinning at him dickishly. And those eyes. He’d made his fair share of comments to Guerra regarding his eyes, but Miguel forgot how devastatingly deep and intense they were. Especially in the throes of passion. Chico took a cocksure step towards him, almost as if he were ‘showing off the goods’ as he once phrased it.

“Miguelito likes his handsome boyfriend.” He flexes dorkily, and Miguel starts to blush and deny, waving his hand in front of him dismissively.

“Man, shut up.” But his retorts were lacking. He was just too attracted to Guerra at the moment. The caramel skin and clean jaw. The long masculine fingers and hip bones sticking out. Chico kept sauntering over to him, teasing the air around him.

“Awww… Miguelito’s embarrassed. Don’t be, baby, I know I’m that gorgeous.”

Miguel felt his ears burning as he looked anywhere but in Guerra’s direction as he brushed past the man and straight to the tequila. He poured himself a shot and took it, mentally making a note to get limes tomorrow. He felt a hot breath on his neck, and Guerra’s arms sneaking around his waist. He started to pour another shot, when he heard Chico behind him. Only, Chico’s voice wasn’t playful anymore. It was deep and gravely as he tried to whisper into Miguel’s ear, licking the lobe lovingly before doing so.

“Just tell me you didn’t have the urge to call me Daddy just then and I’ll leave you alone.”

He husked one more hot breath and nipped at the lobe as he pulled away, the bite carrying a shiver down Miguel’s spine.

All he had to do was tell Chico no. Just one no, and he might get some peace and quiet for the first time that night. All he had to do was say no. Shake his head no. Punch Chico in the throat and then leave him. Anything, except what he actually did.

He moaned.

He heard a deep chuckle behind him, and Chico said;

“That’s what I thought, Miguelito.”

He kissed the side of Miguel’s head, before picking him up and throwing him onto the counter, pulling Miguel’s head forward to trap him in a kiss, spreading his legs so that either one was on their respective side of his hips. He forced his tongue deep into Miguel’s mouth, and the man made an animalistic sound Guerra had never heard from him. The glasses clattered to the floor, and as Alvarez instinctively looked to inspect the damage, Chico took the opportunity to bite his neck, making Miguel yell in pain and pleasure. Something about his freshly shaved face gliding on Miguel’s skin was too much to bear. They broke apart, panting and sweating, staring at the other and undressing them with their eyes. But neither one moved. There was a still silence for a second, before Guerra said;

“Say it.”

“Say what?” Miguel asked, confused. Chico smirked and raised his eyebrows.

“Say it.” He repeated, that same shit eating smile on his face. Miguel suddenly understood.

“I’m not saying it.”

“Miguel-“

“With your ego? Even this reaction was too much.”

Chico put both hands on either thigh, squeezing to get his attention, and moving his head so Miguel was forced to meet his gaze, smiling the whole way.

“Just say it, man, and I promise the night of your life.”

Miguel thought for a moment and sighed.

“Can I whisper it?” He said with a head shake, understanding that he was forgoing his dignity for the night. Chico nodded happily, and Chico guided him by a hand on the back of his neck, bringing Chico’s ear up to his lips. After kissing it for a second, he tries to muster the words Guerra wanted to hear.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

Chico growled loudly and helped Miguel off the counter, spanking his ass loudly as Alvarez made his way to the bedroom.

“Fuck you.”

Guerra responded with a loud laugh, and another smack on Miguel’s rear, letting the door slam behind him.

“Careful, Miguelito. Daddy’s home.”

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I hope that your recovery is going well. I was wondering if you would do a SFW alphabet for Chico or/and Miguel. I'm like 80% sure that thats a thing. If not, my apologies and please ignore. Again I do hope that you are doing better. Thank you

That is totally a thing! It’s like the affection alphabet. Very romantic and not sexual. I’ll do both! This one will be Chico SFW Alphabet, the next will be Miguel.

SFW Alphabet with Chico Guerra…

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

His love language is gift giving. When he fucks up and wants to show affection, he’ll get his partner something. Sometimes it’ll be lavish, like a new diamond bracelet (that’s totally not stolen😬). Sometimes it’ll be personal. Like if you write, he’ll get you a nice fountain pen. If you dance, he’ll get you a music box. Think he would also try to make things but just get frustrated that it’s not turning out right. Despite what people think of him, he has feelings. He just doesn’t know how to express them without punching.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He doesn’t start friendships easy, but once he does, he’s a ride or die. You saw how protective he got over Jorge and Carlo and Carlos. Those were his hermanos. You have to do something for him. Something personal and unprompted. Something that anticipates his needs. It could be anything, but random kindness confuses him so you’ll have to live through the five stages of grief before he thanks you.😅 He’s sort of like a Hyena. Very loyal pack animal.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Ask him and he’ll say no. Catch him on a bad day, where nothing is going right, bad memories were brought up, and everything seems like it’s crashing down around him. He’ll get home, you’ll greet him and he’ll say nothing. Just plop down on a seat next to you, lean down, and put his head in your lap. Sometime, he’ll spoon you in the night without saying a word. Or he’ll wait till you fall asleep to whisper in your ear how his day went. Takes him a while to open up physically to cutsey things.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think he could be domestic for his partner, but he never saw himself doing that so he’ll need to get in a rhythm. Doesn’t wash dishes very well. Not very tidy. He can cook huevos rancheros but that’s about it. His laundry day is when he can’t see the floor anymore.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Text message from 🤪Chico Guerra❤️

🤪Chico Guerra❤️: hey, this isn’t working. Sorry.

You: … yo what the actual-

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Ahhhhhhh… there’s that word again. Commitment. That’s never been his strong suit. Think he’d work best in an open relationship or a swingers relationship. But pure monogamy? I don’t know, folks. I think he wants to, but he’s just so driven by impulses that you’ll have to forgive him a few times if you want it to work.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Don’t think he’d be very gentle at first. Actually, probably not until you needed him to be. He comes home to you crying one night, and after a few rounds of “who did this to you?” And you explaining that it’s not like that and you’re just sad, he’ll kind of give out a defeated “oh” and just sit with you for a moment. He’ll put your head on his to cry, even if you both aren’t saying anything. He’ll turn on some goofy movie for you to watch, or a really serious classy movie that he drags to shit until you’re laughing again. You almost laughed till you peed during Amadeus.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’ll say his fine and doesn’t need one but you can tell when he does. He’ll get that defeated look in his eyes. That sigh when he says he doesn’t want to talk anymore. You can’t ask him. He’ll say no or make a lewd joke to cover up his feelings. You just have to hug him anyway. When he feels your body around his, his head stops spinning and his heart rate goes down.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Says I love you for everything at first. Got my favorite taco? I love you. Saved me a space at the table? I love you. Then, you’re not there one day and he realizes he really does love you. He stops saying it altogether. You’re a little hurt and ask him why. He gets all blushy and aggressive, probably saying something stupid like it’s none of your business. You get a text from him later that night.

Text message from 🤪Chico Guerra❤️

🤪Chico Guerra❤️: fine. it’s not nothing. I love you okay?

😁Y/N🥰 loved this message.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oof. Yeah, it really takes nothing for him to get possessive and jealous. You could be talking to a barista for a little too long and he’ll be butthurt all day. It depends on what season you’re dating him in. Season two, anyone looks at you too long and they’re eating pavement. Season six, he’d probably still get aggressive but would make an effort to try and talk about it. He’ll do that after he lashes out in some insane way though. His superpower is hindsight.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Wet kisses. Passionate. Lots and lots of tongue. Likes to miss the lips every once in a while and get the cheek. He likes his make out session sloppy. He will also mumble into your mouth during the kiss, like something in Spanish to himself.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Confused but caring. He’s never mean to kids, he just doesn’t quite know how to talk to them. He tries though, and his dry sarcasm almost always makes them laugh. He also lets them play on him. Like crawl over him, hide between his legs, and hold onto his arm and swing. Doesn’t bother him. He was a high energy kid himself.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Wakes up fairly late. Prefers working nights. He’ll get up, doom scroll for a while before coming downstairs. Prefers when his partner makes food, but he can cook eggs well enough. Like mango juice in the morning, not orange. When he does have orange, it’s pulp all the way, baby. Likes to read the paper in the morning. Mostly for the scores and fights. Sometimes he reads the obituaries just to see if there’s anyone he knows. On Saturdays he watches cartoons though; shhhhhhhhhhh!

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He comes him from work exhausted. I write him as a mechanic since he played one in Law and Order. He throws down his keys and waits for his partner to greets them. They have a little intimacy time, then they make dinner, Chico burning almost everything. He likes to watch TV before bed. Mostly TV movies. You settle into bed and he’ll wish you good dreams, then he’ll put his cold feet on yours for a laugh.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He waits a while and you just kind of figure out things about him. Like he’ll just be talking about something and drop information about himself he doesn’t even realize he said. You just have to collect the Easter eggs to really get to know him.

Text message from 😁Y/N🥰

😁Y/N🥰: Wanna hang?

🤪Chico Guerra❤️: I would but today’s the anniversary of my brother’s murder. Tomorrow?

😁Y/N🥰: ???

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

HA! Patience of a less than five year old taking that psychology marshmallow test. The one where they say if you don’t eat this marshmallow I’ll give you two. And they come back and the kid has it in its mouth. No patience for War Boy.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

So if you ask him a specific question he will not have an answer at all. Family member’s name. Favorite color. Shit like that. That said, he’ll do things that shows he knows you. Like if you don’t like the cherry on your ice cream, he’ll just wordlessly take it off your plate. Or order extra fries so he can give you some. Or getting you a pair of shoes that match your favorite pants. He knows you, he just doesn’t know it yet lol

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One day, you both had a really bad argument. Like really bad. You’re still living together though, so you come home after work the next day. It had been a particularly rough day for both of you at work. So you decide, after a few sour looks and awkward silence, that it’s worth it not to be mad at each other right now. Neither one admits right or wrong, but you need to be with someone you love. Chico asks if you wanna go to some of his favorite spots. You grab too many beers and head out. He takes you to the batting cages at a park. It’s dubious whether or not you guys were breaking in or not. You guys hit a few balls together, but he really knocks them out of the park. He strips to his wife-beater so you can see his muscles as he does this, winking at you. You’re both tipsy at this point. You head to a nearby hotel you may or have not been trespassing on, and get in the hot tub. You just spend the whole night laughing and getting drunk on the beers and each other. It was a simple night, but he needed it. You just make everything better.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh he’s your German Shepard at this point. Like he’ll start something in the clubs because someone was looking at you weird. Anyone actually tries something with you, and they’re just over. Gone. Nothing. Dust. He’s does care if he goes back to prison for you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Not a lot at first. Just in it for the fucking. After that, he tries to put effort in, but it’s mostly flashing cash around the clubs all night, getting you can’t jewelry or fashion items, and giving you all the finest things. You really don’t care. Your best dates with him have been when he doesn’t cry, and he just takes you for a burger and makes you laugh and touches on you. You never feel more like his partner until those moments.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Never puts away his clothes or does the dishes. Just generally disorganized. He also tends to drink from the bottle in the fridge instead of getting himself a glass. He leaves the toilet seat up often so if you have to use it fast you almost fall in every time. It never fails to make Chico laugh. 🤣

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very concerned. Wasn’t considered the cute one as a kid. He grew up into a devilishly handsome man, and he used that to his advantage often. The one thing he is self conscious about is his eyes. When Alvarez brings it up, he sees red. You actually love his eyes -if you’re anything like me- and compliment them often. He’s got beautiful brown eyes. 👀

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. Without a doubt. He doesn’t have very much or very many people who care whether or not he lives or dies. When he finds someone, even if he can’t admit otherwise or even acknowledge it, they become his whole world. Just everything. And he’ll protect them as such.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Total. I mean TOTAL anime nerd. He loves Attack on Titan and the Promised Neverland. He enjoys watching them with a cheap bowl of ramen. Chico doesn’t like expensive ramens; he likes the cheap ones his family could afford when he was younger. The 33¢ ones. He’ll add leftover pork, some greens, carrots and all that to jazz it up, but it never amounts to more than five bucks.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Absolutely no ketchup on eggs. Like none. Big yuck for this guy. When you make huevos rancheros for the kids and they don’t want hot sauce, you use ketchup and he almost divorces you.😅 Another yuck for him is partners that are shitty to kids. You don’t have to be a savant but if you’re mean, you can fuck off and die in his books.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Soft snorer. He’s also like an octopus in his sleep. Will pull his partner close unconsciously, tangling his legs amongst theirs, arms wrapped around them entirely. Will make a joke that he was just getting rid of his erection, but you know it’s because with you, he feels safe. ❤️

NSFW Alphabet with Chico Guerra…

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Nonexistent lol. He’s the kind of a guy who finishes and says “amazing, right?” afterwards. Upon request, he’ll let you out your head on his chest afterwards, and hold you. He’ll still be going on about how awesome he was but he’ll still hold you😂

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Can he say penis? He wants to say penis. Okay fine… he likes his hair. Long, coarse, black hair that he combs every morning to look like Don Juan.

On his partner. Hands, I think. Their hands and their touch. Loves feeling his partner’s hands on his chest and biceps and neck. Makes him feel like a man.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He calls it “the money shot”, as in “where do you want the money shot, baby?”. He’ll come anywhere. Faces and chests and backs and his favorite; deep, deep, inside someone, then watching it run out as they try to clean themselves up. Loves “signing” his work, as it were.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

None. Shut up. Don’t ask. (But like a finger in the ass never hurt anyone, right?)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s got his mile high card, collects positions like they’re Pokémon, and has had sex with more people than he could count on his and all his friends’ hands. Considers himself a sexpert.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Good old, doggy style. It’s a classic for a reason, right? Also a fan of reverse cowgirl. (Or cowboy, depending on his mood).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s funniest when he’s not trying to be. Like, he’ll try to be serious and if you’re distracted during sex he’ll be like “umm… guess I’ll call you when I’m done.” 😂 Sarcastic fucker.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yuh. In color, coarseness, and length. (Season 5 length not season 3😂)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ha! Oh, wait… you were serious? If you catch him being romantic it’s because you CAUGHT him being romantic. Ask him to repeat it and he’ll be like “I said I can’t wait to screw you, I- shut up.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His left arm should be twice the size of his right if jacking off counts as exercise. He’ll make a joke about shake-weights and you have to laugh EVERY TIME.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Pregnancy kink. You heard me. Doesn’t matter if his partner is able to get pregnant or not, he says “I’m gonna cum… and you’re gonna swell up with my baby” and you say “bet”. It’s not about realism, it’s about power and control.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It’d be easier to tell you where he won’t do it; male bathrooms (thinks they’re too filthy), and schools (he’s had his share of high school wash room fucks, thank you.). Anywhere beyond that is fair game.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any dirty talk. Like any whatsoever. Innuendos and shit.

“What do you want to do?”

“Mmmm… I dunno… what do you want to do?”

“I’ve got a hard problem… maybe you could help me with it?”

“The harder the better.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No age play. Gives him the creeps. Even if his partner is significantly younger than him he’ll make them pretend they aren’t. He’s no cradle/grave robber.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Obviously he prefers receiving oral. Like, duh, a mouth on his cock is pretty much guaranteeing a good weekend in his books. He is willing to be bribed into giving oral thought. Think he’s good at it just because he’s good at sex. “Are you done yet?”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, I think, and “slow and passionate” when he’s trying to will himself not to finish. He’s approaching forty, but someone tell his brain that.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies? He calls them speed runs. And yes, he approves. Usually when he’s high or busy, he’ll start kissing your neck and running his hands over your thighs and then declare; “15 minutes, any takers?”🙄😂

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Please, “risk” basically means Tuesday to this prick. Upside down, tied up, sideways, over a cliff, doesn’t matter. Risk only makes his heart beat faster, and when he finishes it feels like it might explode. He loves that feeling.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I’m gonna call it two times to completion and a third time of “wait, give me a minute… c’mon… I’ll get there”. He’s getting older, with the sex stamina of a nineteen year old. He can’t always make himself perform the way he wants. That said… oral fixation? (Hello?)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don’t know if he owns anything besides the basic collar, riding crop, and handcuffs. (Idk what y’all are into but that’s pretty standard for me.) But I think if you own anything more out there that he’d jump and the chance for something new. Even if he doesn’t know how to use all of them. (Tried to tie you up with anal beads once; you never let him live it down.)😂

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lol man doesn’t tease. He tries but he doesn’t have the patience for proper teasing so it comes off bratty😂. And god forbid you try to tease him. He’s got exactly zero patience for that.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Much a fan of sex sounds. Man’s is grunting and panting and groaning and growling the whole time. It’s like a damn cat in heat.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Switches to Spanish in the throes of passion. Doesn’t care if you understand a word. Lots of self affirmations. “Increíble, ¿verdad?”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Broad shoulders, and a little hair on his chest. Masculine neck (idk how to explain that) and a decently sharp jaw. He has thinner arms and legs than others but they’re still toned. He’s dangerous when he needs to be. Now onto the fun bits… firm balls, average length, prominent head. I said what I said. Also trim but noticeable hair on his balls.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Omg yeah so this will be an all the time thing for him. If he says no it probably means he’s dying or something. His most horny times are in the morning and after work/mid afternoon. Lots and lots of afternoon sex. His average is five and a half jack offs a day so when he’s able to fuck he takes the opportunity.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Oh, when he’s spent, he’s spent. He’ll fall asleep in minutes or seconds, whatever his date allows. When he’s asleep, he’s a soft snorer. You’ll find where you couldn’t sleep with his noises before, now you can’t sleep without them.❤️

Ficklet: Sometimes it’s Okay to Cry

The visiting room smelled like onions. Who the hell brought onions to Oz?

Chico Guerra was waiting for his girlfriend Consuela, for what felt like four hours. It had been fifteen minutes. She said she’d be there… so she’d be there. That’s all there was to it, right? Just running a little late. Murphy checked his watch.

Chico suddenly felt a pair of eyes on his neck. He turned his head to the side to see a pair of curious green eyes searching him over. A thirteen year old girl was staring at the back of his neck. He nodded his head at her as if to acknowledge her presence. She smiled back and got off her chair and walked towards him. Fuck, he thought.

“My daddy lives here. Do you?”

“Yes.” Please let this be the end of it, he thought.

“Where?” Fuck.

“Excuse me?”

“Which unit?”

“Em City.”

Her eyes got big and she pulled up a chair next to him.

“That’s where my daddy lives. I guess that makes you neighbors. I never met one of my daddy’s neighbors before. He says that’s a good thing, but I don’t know. I think I should know a little about the people my dad is with all the time.”

Chico nodded his head, not really listening, looking to Murphy for help. Murphy pretended not to notice. He was shit at talking to kids too. Chico let her prattle on until she said something that sparked a memory.

“My brother… or my late brother… that’s what my grandma says you’re supposed to call someone that’s died…”

Oh fuck. This was Holly Beecher. Chico remembered when Beecher was holed up in his pod, broken up about his son -Larry? Barry? Something like that- and refused to eat or sleep. Something inside of him stirred. Violence towards little kids never sat well with him. Teenagers, sure. He was gang banging by the time he was… well, Holly’s age. But little kids? That’s low, man, even for someone in Oz. He shifted uncomfortably.

“You’re Holly, right?”

She nodded her head with a big smile on her face. Chico couldn’t help but return it. The smile suddenly disappeared.

“You’re… not Schillinger, are you?”

“Fuck no.” He responded quickly, then realized he swore in front of her. “Sorry, I mean, no.”

“I’ve heard worse at school.” She said with a giggle, shrugging it off. She kicked her feet off the ground absentmindedly as she continued to talk. “Who are you then?”

“I’m Carmen Guerra, but everyone calls me Chico.”

“Chicoooooo…” she repeated, sounding like a voice in the wind. She smiled again. Chico wasn’t sure how she could smile at all. “I like that name.”

“Thank you. I like yours.”

“My dad calls me Holly Jolly.” She quirked her face up. “Only, I don’t always feel jolly.”

“No one does, kid”.

“How do you feel?” She asked, and Chico knew by the way she asked that she really wanted to know. He shrugged, not about to show all his cards to some kid.

“I dunno. Okay, I guess.”

“Do you want to cry?”

He furrowed his brows together and looked at her as if she had three heads. Where the hell did that come from?

“No.” He replied, a little harsher than he intended. Holly still smiled.

“It’s okay to cry if you want to.” She was playing with her fingernails now, as Chico searched for an exit strategy. “Dad says sometimes it’s okay to cry.”

“Not in here, kid.” He found himself saying. He didn’t know why he was reasoning with her, but something about her honesty was so… disarming.

“Why not?”

“You don’t wanna be weak here.”

“Why is crying weak?” She asked, now playing with the buttons on his over shirt. He didn’t stop her. He didn’t really know how to stop her. He thought about her question genuinely. He couldn’t really think of an answer. It didn’t matter, she kept on talking anyhow.

“Dad says sometimes you have to. It’s like… opening the faucet when there’s lots of pressure behind it. You let a little out at a time until you feel better. Until the pressure isn’t so bad.” She giggled again. “I like your beard.”

“…thanks.” He replied, still trying to understand the child. He felt his eyes start to sting. He hadn’t cried in… well, years. He wasn’t about to start now. He bit his cheek and just continued their conversation. “I like your…” he tried to think of something preteen girls cared about. “…bracelets?”

Her smile got really big and she started telling him what each bracelet was for and which friends had given them to her. Chico was wondering the whole time about why it was weak to cry. He was a guy… guys don’t cry, right? She’s a girl. It’s different, he reasoned. He nodded his head when she showed each of her prized bracelets, feigning interest, just hoping none of the guys saw him. A pair of feet appeared in front of them.

“Daddy!” Holly shouted and rushed into her father’s arms. Chico held both his hands up at an accusatory glance from Beecher.

“She came up to me.” He informed, and Holly jumped out of her dad’s arms down to her new buddy.

“This is Chico, your neighbor. He’s really nice.” She said. Beecher just kind of stalled and then Holly started to tell him about her school day. Beecher led her over to a table but turned to shake Chico’s hand.

“Thanks… sorry if she talked your ear off.”

Chico smirked, looking over at Holly.

“Nah, man, you’re good.” He checked his watch. “I… uh… don’t think my girlfriend is coming.”

He stood up and went to Murphy when he felt a hand on his. He turned to see Holly there, half his height, slipping something onto his hand. It was one of her bracelets. Beaded with blue and red. There were six little letters on it that he turned the right way so he could read. It said; ‘Bestie’.

“If your girlfriend doesn’t come next week… I’ll visit you!” She declared, and Beecher went to apologize and stop her. Chico just chuckled darkly and leaned down.

“Thanks, kid.”

She hugged him, and about forty years of repressed emotions caught up on Chico. His face burned red, just staring at Beecher over Holly’s shoulder. She whispered into his ear.

“I kinda have to… we’re besties now.”

She let go and ran back over to her dad, still talking about how Stephanie and Roberto were playing heads up seven up and she asked if Dele could play as well and…

Murphy guided Chico out of the room, walking him back to Em City.

“That was nice.” Murphy broke the silence and felt Chico’s brown eyes searching him over. “You and the kid. It was nice.”

Murphy didn’t know how to compliment any of the dinks here. Chico took it in the spirit with which it was intended and shrugged.

“She’s just a kid, man. She doesn’t need any of this.”

And that is where the conversation ended. Chico went back to his pod. Luckily Morales was out playing cards with Chucky. He climbed onto his bunk and fumbled for a picture of Consuela hidden in the pillow case. He turned it over to see the inscription.

Love you, baby. Can’t wait to see you on this side of the bars.

She hadn’t come around now for three visiting days.

Chico turned his back to Em City, picture in front of his face, blocking it out, and cried for the first time in about ten years.

Kid was right. Felt fuckin great.

Any thoughts on Chico being a parent?

I have a couple, thanks for asking😂 I love the idea of Chico as a dad, and have played around with it in fanfiction. He loves hard. That’s gotta mean something, right?

Chico Guerra as a Parent would include…

He’s not exactly the classic “fatherly” type

He never really saw himself with kids and a family

Mostly because he never thought he could

(I write Chico with an older brother, Roberto (Bobby), who joined El Norte before him on the outside and when his older brother was killed in a gang war, he just stayed because that’s all he’s ever known. This is important for how I view him)

He’s reckless and wild

But he’s kind to kids, always

Even before he has ones of his own

He was always the “cool cousin” at family functions

There are lines even criminals don’t cross

His stomach turns when he heard about Beecher’s son

He’s up every night for a week wondering how terrified that little boy must have been up until the end

Breaks his heart💔

When he gets a chance for kids, adopted or biological, he surprises everyone at how he is with them

He’s not necessarily a perfect dad, but he’s a loving dad

Supportive

Chico likes to get on his knees to talk to his kids

His friends think it’s “fruity” but the kids really like someone meeting them at their level

He always makes it seem like they’re getting away with something

“Here’s three dollars, don’t tell mom/dad.”

“Can you keep a secret? I always wanted to be an astronaut. Shhhhh…”

*making chocolate chip pancakes* “and now we add extra chocolate and don’t tell anyone about it.”

The kids love it, they feel like he really sees them

He loves kids; they say the weirdest stuff

“You think spinach tastes like horse feet? Ok. Explain.” 😂

Big fan of putting his kids on his shoulders or neck

They always get the best views at all shows and parades

Fuck the people behind him tho

Only the best for his kids

Sees them as an extension of Bobby; giving them the life his brother never had

He is SHIT in the kitchen… but literally anytime his kids are hungry, he’s on his feet asking what they want…

even though he knows fuck all about kid tastes

“Ok… an afterschool snack…” *rifles past the beer and cornflakes* “umm…”

His significant other comes home to find the kitchen a mess but some very happy children eating what Chico calls “sugar seizure bagels”

(Bagels with jelly, marshmallows, chocolate chips, chocolate syrup, and sprinkles)

Likes to toy with his kids

“Ok… we have spicy lobster and squishy peas or… cosmic brownie?”

“BROWNIE!”🥰

“Hmmmm okay, if you’re sure…”😂

Chico’s in charge of the pantry

Comic brownies, devil dogs, roll ups and gushers… looks like a fallout shelter for a five year old millionaire.

Makes breakfast every Sunday; egg bagel sandwiches he personalizes for each kid.

Keeps trying to add stuff to show off for his kids

Doesn’t realize they think it’s perfect with just a little cheese lol

Kids watch cartoons while dad cooks

Dad making comments from the kitchen

“Y’think he’s ever gonna get that mouse?”

“Wish my car worked just sticking my feet out of it…”

“No. You cannot call me papa Smurf. Please.”

Likes it when the kids take naps on his chest afterwards

That’s something he’d miss terribly as they grew up

Until one day after a fight his teenager, seeing him reclining on the couch, just goes and sits next to them, watching tv until they both fall asleep, Chico pulling his kid close.

Chico lets his kids paint his nails but he draws the line at wearing it out.

Though he quite liked the black polish…👀

If you’ve ever watched Liar Liar with “the claw”, Chico has something similar with his kids; the Tickle Police

“Scuse me, ma’am/sir, you know how cute you were going just then? That’s a write up.”🥹

Insists on tucking them in

Will tell stories that may or may not be kid appropriate…

“Then Prince Carlos threw his… drink… at the officer.”

Is INCREDIBLY supportive

Tolerant and Chico Guerra don’t automatically go together… but he wants his kids to have what Bobby didn’t.

“You want to be an engineer? No one’s got a better head than you, kid.”

“A surgeon? I’d go to you if you were my doc. Wouldn’t trust anyone else.”

“You want to be an interpretive dancer… that’s… pretty cool.”😂

No one ever told Chico Guerra that he could do anything

So he wants his kids to know the world is theirs.

When they’re sick, he treats them like royalty

He’ll take off work and stay home with the them, watching movies and refilling their Gatorade.

He never hesitates to cuddle them when they’re sick, often resulting in him getting sick himself.

Chico used to be a huge baby when he got sick

With kids, he wants them to see him as Superman, so he always makes it seem less bad than it is

“Nah kid *blows nose* I’m fine, Daddy’s fine.”

If anyone bullies his kids, he genuinely will not know how to cope

He doesn’t want his kids fighting everyone like he did

But damn does it boil his blood when they get home crying.

He sits with them and talks, listens to what the other kids said or did

“You’re not gonna take this. Next time they fuck with you… *gets look from S/O* *sigh* go tell a grown up.”

He’s trying really hard to be a positive influence

He doesn’t want his kids to had the life he did

When his kids are old enough to learn about gangs in the neighborhood, Chico tries to explain.

“They’re gonna pretend they’re your friends and they’re not. I’m saving twenty years of your life here, kid.”

When some of his old “friends” talk about recruiting his boy, Chico almost breaks parole.

“Let me make this painfully clear…”

Every day he tries to protect his kids from men like him, and it changes his view of life.

If his kids are happy, he decides, then his life won’t have been a waste

And when you ask family friends and onlookers, Chico Guerra has some happy fucking kids.

Bonus: the movie Inside Out made him cry. He watches a lot of movies with his kids but that movie just quirked something inside of him. He loves that fucking movie.

Hello, if you were interested could you do some head cannons for a poly relationship with Chico, Miguel and reader/oc? Please ignore if this isn't to your liking and I hope you have a nice day. Thank you

Ok, love this already! Could definitely see Chico and Miguel in a dysfunctional but loving throuple.

(Think this is @wawamouse’s gif… I don’t have any of Alvarez and Chico)

Dating Miguel Alvarez and Chico Guerra would include…

So they both start hitting on you at once. They’re still rivals at this point.

Miguel starts giving you long stares that make you blush and winking at you from across the room, smiling to himself after

Chico is much more forward about it

“Ai, kid, you know what you’re doing to me?”🔥

Chico starts teasing you often; sometimes verbally, sometimes physically.

Miguel liked to stand really, really close to you, talking low so that only you can hear

“Lookin’ good today, mama/papa.”😉

Chico would play with your hair or pat your ass as you walk by

“Even better when you walk away, baby.”❤️‍🔥

They each start noticing the other flirting with you and make it a challenge between them.

“You still messing around with Popeye, here?”

“Fuck you, Alvarez, where you gonna go out? The loony bin?”

It makes you giggle

Now whenever one flirts with you, the other has to get his licks in

It starts to spark jealousy between them… which we all know is the best aphrodisiac.🥵

Chico caught Miguel one day in one of the storerooms, teasing him about his involvement with you

“Thought you’d be trailing behind y/n like a puppy, Alvarez, what happened?”

“Y/n have decided they wanted someone uglier. You should put your two cents in.”

They fight, Chico trying to overpower him physically, telling him to keep your name out of his mouth.

They struggle, Miguel reaching for Chico’s throat to throttle the life out of him

Chico finally gets him pinned against the wall, full body weight on his.

“Hard to flirt when you’re a dead man, huh?”

“You ought to know, pendejo.”🤬

It wasn’t until they realized they were standing there, an inch from each other’s face, jealousy coursing through their veins, that Chico found himself lurching forward to kiss Miguel on the mouth.

Miguel, confused but just as passionately wound up as Chico, fights back at first, until Chico’s hands make their way from holding his chest in place to wrapping them around his head.

Miguel kissed back, grabbing at Chico’s shirt and shoving his tongue into the man’s mouth.

It only lasts a minute, before they break apart, wordlessly staring at each other, hair a mess and face flushed

They’re both hard

They don’t talk for a week after that, not sure what to say or do.

You notice something different when you see them again

They’re still flirting with you, but they’re not even acknowledging the other exists

When they do, it’s with more malice than usual

“Get your cunt hands off him/her/them.”

“Ever go near y/n again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

The teasing has been replaced with threats

Chico makes the first move on you, mostly to run away for his feelings for Alvarez.

You’re out drinking, and his hands are all over you, squeezing you, tickling you.

He’s kissing your neck before you finish your first beer, tongue in your ear, breath hot and bothered.

You ask about Miguel and he shuts you down sharply, jealously rising again even if he isn’t sure which direction.

“Rather be out with that nutcase, huh?”

You all hang out around the same places, so Alvarez hears about you and Chico and decides to shoot his shot

“Y/n, c’mon. There’s something here, you can feel it, right?”

Then Chico starts arguing with him.

They both turn to you and ask the question.

“Well, which one of us is it?”

And you had to ask a question of your own:

“Wait… you guys aren’t dating?”😂

They’re both appalled by the idea, less so about being labeled as a ‘fag’, more so disgusted at the idea of dating each other.

They both deny it, faces turning red as they remember one week ago in the store room.

You’re modern, and you’ve already come to terms with your polyamory and non-traditional ideas of relationships.

You decide to share this with them, recalling a time where you dated a guy and a girl at the same time.

“Hot” -Chico🤣

You mentioned that sex and romance is complicated, touching each other their hands individually.

“So we both date you?” -Miguel

“Ideally… and each other if you’re game.”

They look at the other one, both shaking their heads and sneering at the other.

“No shot.”

“Absolutely not.”

You ask them to try it once. One date between the three of you.

Chico suggests a taqueria, so he can impress you by ordering in Spanish

Miguel suggests drinks at his favorite bar, San Cosimato, afterwards. He knows the owner and can get three beers for six bucks.

It’s weird, for everyone.

The boys aren’t sure how to interact when they’re not trying to kill each other

You take them both home, putting on some goofy movie (Hot Shots?) and begin to watch together. You’re sitting between them.

You start to kiss Miguel, rolling your tongue in his mouth.

Chico starts to get jealous so you start jerking him off.

You ask them, gently, to kiss each other for you

They’re resistant at first. Miguel places a hand on Chico’s thigh which he accepts and holds.

The boys lean into each other, lips on the other.

It’s… comfortable. Normal. Natural, even.

“Ah, puta, you’re biting my lips!”

“Hmm… do something about it, Mi-chael.”😘

They really put on a show for you… you could even swear they were enjoying it lol

You move it to the bedroom, all rolling over each other, kissing and biting indiscriminately

They don’t fuck each other at first; you’re the dividing line lol

But they kiss over your body (eiffel tower)

After you fall asleep, they talk, awkwardly, but you hear them as you doze off

“This… didn’t suck, right?” -Chico

“…not really, no.” -Miguel

When you wake up, you’re sandwiched between them, head on Miguel’s chest with Chico sending hot breaths onto your shoulder.

You see them holding hands over you… though they swear you didn’t 🤣

You all sort of settle into a routine after that

You’re both “theirs” but it takes a while for them to recognize the other as their partner too lol

It’s not until Miguel has a few too many conversations with Beecher that Chico throws a temper tantrum.

“No fine, be with him then. I don’t care”. -Chico said… caring very much.

You both have to show him “how much you love him” that night 😅

Miguel is the mom of the relationship

He calls you and Chico the “dumbass twins”

“Chico, y/n, I love you both very much… but there’s no way this turns out good.”

Chico is a Phoebe and Miguel is a Monica

“I know you know how to use a hamper.” -Miguel

“Yeah, I throw it on the ground and it magically appears in the basket.”😈 -Chico

Movie nights are usually two hours to decide what to watch

You can never decide whether to go with Miguel’s action or rom com suggestion or Chico’s ever present horror or r-rated comedies.

(Except Chico watched Titanic because you and Miguel love it so much.)

(“I’d freeze in the water for you, y/n.” -Miguel)

(“Awwww.” -you)

(“What about me?”🥺 -Chico)

(“You fucking freeze to death.” -Miguel while holding Chico’s hand.)

Chico’s always in charge of scooping ice cream in this throuple

Partially because he packs the bowl more than anyone else

Partially because it’s funny to watch his ego wilt as he chips away at too frozen ice cream. 😂

“I… *grunt* got this…”

“Yeah… you got it, alright.”

Throuple costumes are hard for you guys and it’s even harder to convince them to dress up.

“But like, hear me out: Luke, Leia, and Han!” -you, exceedingly proud of this idea

“They’re all white!” -Chico, identifying the flaw in your plan

“…two of them are siblings.” -Miguel, resident single brain cell on duty

Chico sees himself as the protector of you two

(Miguel proves a little easier to protect without Chico always trying to kill him😂)

After a few months of dating, the boys hold hands in public, kiss in bars, and argue like an old married couple

Miguel wants kids, Chico is a little hesitant but once you see him around kids, you know he’d be a good dad

They propose to you and to each other

It’s a little weird logistically lol

Surprising everyone, Chico proposes first.

“Listen, I know this is a little… non-traditional… but I want you. Both of you. I want you forever.”❤️

He’s got two bands for both of you; an old Mexican coin he has pressed into a ring for Miguel and a copper ring made from a penny you threw in a wishing well on one of your dates

He’s a surprising man

He’s got an arm around both of you

Just a man who knows what he wants.

Miguel wants to surprise Chico and so do you

So you team up to create the perfect night for Chico.

When he gets off of work, you have his favorite meal (arroz con pollo… so what, he’s a simple man😅)

His favorite drink (Jose Cuervo Tequila)

And his favorite movie (Saw VI)

He asks if he’s dying🤣

You both sandwich him in a hug and surprise him with his ring: a sleek gold band with an inscription:

Yours, Always and Forever

You fuck like bunnies that night

Chico’s got a lot of kinks

Miguel is a little more reserved but will try anything once

Chico’s brand of love is possessive:

“Yeah, baby, you’re all mine.”🥰

Miguel is more traditionally romantic

“Mmm… let me know if this hurts you.”🥹

You like both; it’s like dating a chocolate & vanilla swirl, best of both worlds

Something they both have in common

When they love, they love HARD

“We love you, y/n.” -Miguel

“Till the end of time, chula/o.” -Chico

You’re in love, and how can love be wrong?

Bonus: You often go on ice cream dates: everyone gets to customize their experience. Miguel gets vanilla and strawberry, with chocolate sprinkles and cherries. Chico, resident hellion, gets coffee, mango, and pistacchio with gummy bears, popping strawberry boba, and graham crackers. Miguel can’t even watch him eat it😂 You get a root beer float with three straws… and Chico always spikes it🥲

Dating Chico Guerra would include…

Charming, slippery fucker

Takes him a long time to catch feelings

Definitely teases you and makes your life hell to show you he likes you

Won’t commit unless it looks like you have someone else (toxic boi)

Very loyal (for Chico anyway) once smitten

Expects sex; he needs it to survive😭

Will perform oral but will have to be bribed and will complain like a bitch the whole time

“Are you done yet?” “No” “*sigh* okay”

He will take sex anywhere and everywhere. If you ask and he says no, he may literally be dying.

Will pick on Alvarez to peacock in front of you

Big 90s cholo energy😍

Himbo™️

Vey into PDA

Puts his hand in your back pocket so everyone can see you’re his

Will leave a hickey in the shape of his initials swear to god

“Just signing my work, baby” 😘

Is very self conscious about his eyes so you compliment them often

Lots of sexy talk about as subtle as jackhammer Miss Sally style

“We should work out. One of my muscles is aching, chula…” 😏

Call him Daddy and he’ll love you forever

Breaks into Spanish in the throes of passion

And every other time

Will not learn the names of anyone in your family but will go to family reunions

Makes him wish he had family of his own

Lap sitting is required, non-negotiable

Never was much of a leader so any partner that treats him like one makes him ‘feel like a man’

Definitely strokes his ego when you flirt with him in public

“That’s my good girl/boy”

Eventually if it got to Love, he’d be a ride or die I think

Like Dino, he takes marriage seriously (kinda anyway)

He’d talk a big game in front of his friends but at the end of the day, he comes back to your bed❤️

Will hold you all night

Soft snorer

Can only make huevos rancheros but will make them for you

Disappears for days at a time but makes it up to you

His anger is strong… so is his love

Jealous Bitch lol

Definitely calls you his husband/wife before you’re married

Thinks fiancée is a stupid word

It’s important to him that you get along with his friends

Carlo is definitely nicest to you

Carlos doesn’t like you but will share his drugs with you

Morales thinks you’re a good influence on him

Hernandez thinks he’s a pussy for liking you so much

I think Chico could stand up to his friends but he really wouldn’t want to

Will take a shank for you

Will shank for you

Please ask him to shank for you😂

When he gets sick, he pretends to be fighting some great illness

“I’m fine babe” -the bitch said, dramatically

Definitely wants to be babied

Kiss him on the nose. He’ll say he hates it but he secretly loves it

Giving him nicknames like “killer” “big guy” and “papi”

Him giving you nicknames like “chulo/a” “baby” or “kid”

Meeting his mom and having her instantly distrust you but then sees you admonish him for being a dumbass and changes her mind😂🫶

“Love you, baby.” *saucy wink*

Yeah, he’s your guy

Bonus: not canon at all but I always thought Chico had a pregnancy kink. Like if he got his woman all swollen up with his baby… plus the pregnancy sex.🤰

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Oz (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Miguel Alvarez & Carmen “Chico” Guerra Characters: Carmen “Chico” Guerra, Miguel Alvarez (Oz), Suzanne Fitzgerald, Arnold “Poet” Jackson, Agamemnon Busmalis, Henry Stanton, Ryan O'Reily (Oz), Peter Schibetta, Stein (Oz), Enrique Morales, others mentioned - Character Additional Tags: Friendship, Developing Relationship, No Plot/Plotless, Gen or Pre-Slash, Deleted Scenes, Canon Compliant, Light-Hearted, theater shenanigans Summary:

After Chico and Miguel bury the hatchet, there’s a bit of a learning curve to becoming friend again.

Next up in the "I thought it would be a quick 3k! 😭" chronicles, what was supposed to be a short Miguel introspection piece with him pondering how his partnership with Chico works after they return to Oz post-evacuation. This bitch ended up at 9k, but it was done in about 5-ish days at least! (That is much faster than my other wips taking months. Not a lot happens in it, though.)

Fandom: Oz

Pairing: Miguel Alvarez/Carmen "Chico" Guerra

Rating: Mature

Summary: During their time in a new prison after evacuation, Miguel Alvarez and Chico Guerra took their buried hatchet and formed a new partnership keeping them both safe. But upon returning to Oz, things between them change again, and Miguel is surprised to find it pretty annoying when he gets something he used to want - Chico not questioning him.

Warning: Oz was not a nice show. Contains its canon-typical harsh language and bad attitudes.

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Oz (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Miguel Alvarez/Carmen “Chico” Guerra, Miguel Alvarez & Carmen “Chico” Guerra, Miguel Alvarez/Alonzo Torquemada Characters: Miguel Alvarez, Carmen “Chico” Guerra, Alonzo Torquemada, Raoul “El Cid” Hernandez, Eduardo Alvarez, Sean Murphy, Original Characters Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Pre-Canon, Parallel Universes, Angst, Mildly Dubious Consent, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Attitudes, Internalized Homophobia, Drug Use Summary:

“Got a feeling we ain’t in Oz anymore, Chico,” Miguel says, and as he takes another step, and another, he hears Chico respond with What the hell are you talking about?

Chico in recovery could heal my depression.

Sketches i did on ibis paint, was trying a punch of cool brushes and also trying to draw Miguel’s face.

Chapters: ½ Fandom: Oz (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Miguel Alvarez/Carmen “Chico” Guerra, Carmen “Chico” Guerra/Original Male Character(s), Carmen “Chico” Guerra/Consuela, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Carmen “Chico” Guerra, Miguel Alvarez (Oz), Oz (TV) Ensemble, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon, Angst, Canon-Typical Behavior, Underage Drug Use, Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Casual Sex, Friends With Benefits, POV Alternating

they could be besties , no one getting shot lol. can’t think of a conversation they might be having…

This took longer than I thought! Dumb dandelion fic, inspired by cute fanart by @/cantquiet. (Apologies to the artist? It was fun, though.)

if wishes were weeds

Fandom: Oz

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (Explicit Language. Mentions of past drug use.)

Relationships: Miguel Alvarez/Carmen "Chico" Guerra

Tags: Post-Canon, Pre-Slash, (Oblivious!Miguel thinks it's Gen)

Summary: Post-evacuation, Miguel Alvarez and Chico Guerra's truce has turned into something friendly while they watch each other's backs. Even though Chico does strange shit during yard time that Miguel doesn't quite understand.

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Oz (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Miguel Alvarez/Carmen “Chico” Guerra, Carmen “Chico” Guerra/Original Male Character(s), Carmen “Chico” Guerra/Consuela, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Carmen “Chico” Guerra, Miguel Alvarez (Oz), Oz (TV) Ensemble, Original Characters, Raoul “El Cid” Hernandez, Peter Schibetta, Simon Adebisi, Jorge Vasquez, Kenny Wangler, Arnold “Poet” Jackson, Augustus Hill, Tobias Beecher, Gloria Nathan, Ryan O'Reily (Oz), Ray Mukada, Tim McManus, Carlo Ricardo, John (Oz), Carlos Martinez Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon, Angst, Canon-Typical Behavior, Underage Drug Use, Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Casual Sex, Friends With Benefits, POV Alternating, Canon-Typical Violence

He got his necklace back.

To be honest dr.Nathan would have given it to Chico.

Translation: [sir Alvarez, tell me who scarred your cheek ? Is it a knife or is it from god.]