#armando x reader

𑣲 pairings — armando “hormiga” gonzález x f!reader

𑣲 warnings — angst / fluff??? pathetic crybaby hormiga😖😖 established rel, thats it i think pls dont kill me

𑣲 w/c — 898

a/n : this is my first fic ever😇😇 btw in this fic he actually got playing time!!!! i hope u guys like it cus i was inspired by an armando edit to lana del rey and it was lowkey life changing… okok to the story!!

it wasn’t easy, seeing your boyfriend’s pretty face on the telemundo channel twist into one of despair and pain, all while england’s players celebrated and sang along to oasis in the background.

you couldn’t even be there to comfort him, seeing as though your family had a last minute trip to the states for some sort of business deal.

RATING: 18+ NSFW extreme mature content.

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☆彡SUMMARY.; Things I believe he would do in a relationship that you’d (us.. all of us..😭) would find attractive

☆彡FEATURED.; ARMANDO ARETAS x READER

☆彡TROPE.; Established Relationship

☆彡FORMAT.; HEADCANON

☆彡GENRE.; FLUFF + SUGGESTION + A TINY BIT OF ANGST

☆彡WARNINGS.; mature language, mature actions, a lil bit of Armando’s toxicity shining thru, brief mentions of choking (not in like he’s gonna kill u type of way😭) brief mentions of violence, a little bit of spoilers ahead.

☆彡NOTES.; heyyyy thank u guys SAURRRR much for the love on the last Armando work I posted, I’m glad so many of yall liked it and I will continue to post and write about him 🫶🏽. (And yeah I took that picture on the middle so be free to save.. cause whew lord..). I hope you guys enjoy this one😛💕.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED🫶🏽.

[IN PUBLIC]

✬ Armando would keep an eye on you, especially since he’s not a very trusting person to most

✬ He’s like very aware of the space you’re both in so he’d keep you at least within arms reach of him if it’s just a regular kind of day

✬ And he’d also do that thing where if he wants you to move, he’ll grab your waist and either shift you to where he wants you to do, or he’ll do that just to pass behind you

✬ And he a quiet person so instead of using many words, he just stares and expects you to know what he’s thinking

✬ If a situation arises where you’re doing something that he thinks you shouldn’t be doing, he’ll simply clear his throat and stare and he knows you should know what he’s thinking

✬ also this man has no filter whatsoever, so if you’re talking, it doesn’t even have to be to him, you could be taking to his dad or something and he’ll just blurt out some of the most insane stuff in either Spanish or English

✬ (like he did to that girl when he called her fine)

✬ like if you say “im so hot” on a day when it’s scorching outside he’d def say stuff like “I definitely agree” or some shit like that just to embarrass you

✬ He’d also stare at your lips while you’re talking to him, especially if you’re mad at him

✬ and openly stare at your body too

[ON CASES || MISSIONS]

✬ you don’t even have to be in a relationship for this one but just watching him fight

✬ Each movement of his is so effortless and he just looks good each and every time

✬ He’d also probably see you staring and raise an eyebrow at you and tell you to pay attention

✬ would tease you on missions definitely

✬ especially if it’s a mission together

✬ only a bit tho cause he’s very focused on missions

✬ makes you be his backpack on his motorcycle

✬ he’d adjust your hand to where he wants it when riding the motorcycle

✬ drives it with one hand and occasionally taps at your leg with the other

✬ and if he has time, he’ll teach you to fight like he does

[IN PRIVATE]

✬ in private he’s definitely an attitude fixer

✬ if you do something to piss him off he’ll probably just stop talking all together until you apologize

✬ when that happens tho he furrows and raises his eyebrows a lot while clenching his jaw as a way to not get too annoyed with you

✬ curses in Spanish a lottttt

✬ and when you’re being bratty or rude to him, he’ll literally grab you by the neck and bring you real close to his face then say in your ear “arregla tu actitud antes de que yo la arregle por ti..” (fix your attitude before i fix it for you..)

✬ ofc he’d do that in public too

✬ I feel like he’d be a bit clingy when alone because he doesn’t like pda, so he waits until it’s private and will literally grab all over you

✬ he cooks shirtless (idc it’s true and yes he can cook🤚🏽)

✬ has told you the most mundane every day things in the sexiest voice ever

✬whistles when you walk in a room

✬ and slaps your butt regularly (sue me ik he does🤚🏽)

✬if you’re sleeping in the same bed there’s only two places he’ll sleep, on your butt or on your stomach (no in between 🤷🏽‍♀️)

✬ uses that same condescending voice on you to tell you what to do, when you’re wrong, or to stop acting up

pairing: Armando Aretas x Reader word count: 3.2 K notes: This follows the events of Bad Boys Ride or Die, a few things I changed but generally that's the idea of this. Can be considered the part 2 of this. can be read separately. I apologize for any typos! Enjoy!

“Waaiiittt!” You yelled as you lightly jogged onto the helicopter. You bent over, hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath. Mike was standing in front of Armando’s miniature cell, and Marcus was seated. They all looked over at you, as you made your way to them.

“Y/N to what do we owe the pleasure, coming to see your husband get to Miami safely” Marcus says to you chuckling to himself as he gets up and gives you a slight hug.

“Very funny, but Lockwood said I needed to be here, I cleared it with Rita, she has me making sure no funny business happens” you say as you move to give Mike a slight hug. 

“Hi Armando, It’s nice to officially meet you. I'm Y/N I’m sorry I never introduced myself to you properly.”

He didn’t say anything, just looked you up and down and gave you a slight smile and a little wave of his hand. He watched you as you took a seat next to Marcus and clicked your belt together. After what seemed to be 20 minutes Marcus had gotten out of his seat.

“What’s up” Mike said, and when Marcus didn’t respond Mike looked at you. You just shrugged your shoulders and started to follow Marcus towards the cockpit.

“Everything alright?” you asked. Just as you were about to tap on his shoulder, the door flung open, knocking you and Marcus to the side. As you got up you heard gunshots and crouched down, arms over your head as you made your way behind the door.

As the plane started going down Mike and Marcus were busy fighting off the people shooting, and you looked back at Armando walking towards him. The helicopter jolted, knocking you off your feet.

“Argh fuck, Mando are you okay?”

Just as you were about to get up your body jolted again and you were being thrown around the helicopter somehow your body made its way into the cockpit.

Everything happened so fast suddenly Armando's prison transport was released and Mike and Marcus were holding on to the rope trying to prevent him from falling out of the helicopter. 

You stayed in the cockpit looking back at them. “Fuck I don’t know how to fly a helicopter”

The pilot was dead so you moved his body to the back, and tried to gain control. Just as you were looking around, pressing buttons and flipping switches, Armando appeared in the seat next to you, Mike and Marcus standing behind you two.

“Grab the stick!” Armando tells you.

Marcus looks at him and says “Where the hell you learn how to fly” 

“I’m a drug dealer, man. To the Right!” Armando says.

You do as he says and grab the stick going to the right. You both “land” the helicopter into a swamp. By the time you made it to the surface, you saw the lingering ripples of where they ended up.

You weren’t the best swimmer and by the time you made it to them it was very tense. Armando saw you in his peripherals as you made it out of the water and as you slowly approached them he said

“Lose your phones, you keep up with me, or I leave you in the dirt. You’re in my world now.”

Armando walks away from the two men and moves towards you offering you a hand as helps you up the mounds of dirt. 

“Toss your phone,” he says to you. You immediately grabbed your phone out of your pocket and threw it into the water. He looked down at you with a faint smile, impressed with how quickly you listened to him, just as he looked over you he quickly looked back up into your eyes, eyebrows slightly raised. 

You squint your eyes at him “What?” you say confused. He says nothing, before he grabs the zipper of your jacket, attaching it to the other side and zipping it up just above your chest. “I can tell you’re cold” he smirked

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before” You say tilting your head, keeping eye contact with him as you squint your eyes.

He chuckles softly and says “and It won’t be the last time either mami” 

Meanwhile with Mike and Marcus, the two men looking over at this exchange with you and Armando.

“Did you just see that Mike?” Marcus says, hitting him in the arm.

“Yea I saw that Marcus I’m standing right next to you”

“You see that, you see that look on his face”

“He’s smilin, got that first crush look in his eyes”

“Your boy used to stab people in the neck, shoot them in the face and now look at him zipping up her jacket it like he some kinda gentleman”

“We gotta stop them Mike, before he goes and breaks y/n heart”

“Nah, y/n got him wrapped around her finger, look at her. They both exactly where they want to be”

Armando’s hand brushes against yours, his fingers hooking gently around yours “come on,” he says softly, already moving forward “we gotta go.” Armando looks over his shoulder, at Mike and Marcus, a sharp tilt of his chin, and the two men start jogging their way to you two.

Armando had taken the lead, making sure you were always by his side or right behind him. The speed walking turned into jogging and before you knew it the sun started to go down. Armando was quick to get a fire started while there was some daylight.

With the sun completely set, you, Mike and Marcus sat around the fire as Armando had walked away to collect more logs. Your gaze lingered on him as he walked away.

Marcus was grinning before he even said a word “ I can’t believe it, you can’t even keep your eyes off him, can you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” You say, rolling your eyes, looking back at the fire.

Marcus mockingly gasps and says “Oh really? You look at him like he the only man left on earth."

“Marcus, leave her alone…” Mike mutters to Marcus nudging him with his elbow.

“But uh what is going on between you and my son? Mike asks. 

“You two really want to have that conversation right now? When were fugitives on the run?” you looked between the two men in disbelief. 

Just before either Mike or Marcus could respond to you, Armando drops a few logs by the fire.

“Conversation about what” he asks. 

You, Mike and Marcus all freeze for a second, looking at each other.

“Oh, you know, we was talking about the stars, they look very starry tonight.” Marcus says as everyone looks up at the the stars

“Yea. The stars, very starry” Mike says as he narrows his eyes at Marcus.

Armando looks at the stars briefly “ Right. The stars” and his gaze lowers straight down to you, as he moves to sit beside you. The crickets and the crackling of the fire, dozed you into a short slumber. 

You heard the murmurs of the three men talking, and then you heard their bodies move. By the time you were fully conscious Armando said “ Ya’ll are some terrible fucking fugitives” and you finally opened your eyes, squinting up at all three men, Marcus was grinning and Mike was staring at him in disbelief.

Armando looked down at you nudging your foot with his gently, directing your attention to him. “You coming mami, we gotta get moving” he says as he holds out his hand. You placed your hand in his as he tugged lightly, helping you off the ground and back on your feet. 

The four of you continued on your way during the night, and as the sun rose you stumbled upon

a small trailer park. All of you knelt down to hide behind the metal sheet fence. Armando’s hand found yours, and without a word he guided you behind him through the trailer park. His steps were careful and deliberate as you two crouched behind a truck. He scanned the area before grabbing a change of clothes for the two of you, as he kept watch, you changed. Now wearing jean shorts, and a haltered flannel. 

You two watched as Mike and Marcus were confronted by two other men, Marcus claiming those clothes are his. 

You and Armando quietly got into the truck and crouched down as much as possible, on the seat there was a cowboy hat that you placed on your head. He glanced up from the wires smirking at you.

“What you don’t like,” you say as you glance from him back to where Mike and Marcus are.

“That’s cute mami…you care what I think” he says as he continues to work on lighting the ignition. You take the hat off your head and place it onto his, your eyes locked on him as you watch him tap the two wires together.

“You look good as a cowboy” you say tilting your head to the side getting a better look at him. His eyes meet yours and he says.

“Oh yea? I can teach you how to ride”

“You think I don’t know how?”

“Always full of surprises, aren’t you mamita” he gives the wires one last tap, and the engine roared. He looked at you before tapping the seat next to him "But if I remember correctly, I was the one doing all the work last time, no?"and before you could respond he slammed on the gas barreling straight toward Mike and Marcus.

With their perfect timing, they jumped into the back of the truck, and before the two other men could react, Armando was already pulling out of the trailer park.

There wasn’t a lot of space inside the truck, all four of you squeezing together shoulder to shoulder. Armando had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was resting behind you along the seat. mid-drive he had hoisted your legs to rest on top of his thighs.

You didn’t say anything, just looked up at him, and he didn’t say anything either, just kept driving. This small interaction didn’t go unnoticed by Mike and Marcus of course, as Marcus kept nudging Mike as his eyes widened. 

“You see that shit Mike” Marcus whispered to him. “ Stop talking Marcus,” Mike said with a strained voice.

The long drive lulled you to sleep and your head naturally fell onto Armando’s shoulder. 

You felt the vibration of his voice when he started talking. Asking Mike questions about his mother. Instead of interjecting you decided that sleeping or pretending to be asleep was the best decision during this situation so that’s what you did. 

The eventual halt of the truck woke you up as you opened your eyes and saw the steam come from under the hood. You picked your head off of his shoulder and looked around.

“The Pony’s about two miles from here.” Mike said, and off you all went walking to The Pony.

The Pony was lively, the strippers were dancing, money was being thrown, and the music was beating throughout the building. As you all made it through to the back of the club, Tabitha was there with her girls giving them a rundown.

A few of the girls left as Mike and Marcus sat next to her. You leaned against the back of the chair that Armando sat on, watching the exchange between Mike, Marcus and Tabitha. 

To your right you noticed a stripper taking interest in Armando, as she waved at him. As you were about to move to the other side, his hand slid around your waist, guiding you down onto his lap. He tilted his head toward the seat, and you settled against him. You felt the warmth of his body and how he draped his arm loosely around your waist. 

The exchange between them didn’t go well as Mike and Marcus stood up to leave, Tabitha pulled her gun out pointing it at Mike.

“There’s a $5 million bounty on your head. I need that money. I was just stalling” she said

Just then three men entered the room, guns in their hands “Get the fuck up, the bounty is dead or alive don’t be stupid” one of them said.

As you and Armando stood up, he kept an arm around your waist, putting you in front of him as you both walked through. You four followed behind the men, and made your way to a van.

A car suddenly pulled up, windows down and people started shooting. You all were quick and took cover on the side of the van. Armando opening the door as you all kept low and got into the back.

Mike and Marcus made their way into the front seats of the van as you and Armando laid down in the back leaning against the empty cardboard boxes. As Marcus drove away, The van caught fire from the outside and made its way in, Armando caught fire first, and you were quick to pat the flames off of him, as the heat rose you both quickly realized that the boxes had caught fire as well.

“Mando the door!” You yell, he slams his boots against the back doors of the van, forcing them open, and kicks the flaming boxes out. The van swayed as it took a sharp turn, slamming the doors shut, but the fire continued to consume the van and that’s when Marcus yelled “Everybody out!”

As the van continued to roll, Armando slid the side door open, and everyone jumped out landing on the sidewalk. As the van exploded, you all ran as fast as you could away from the scene. 

Finally making it to Dorn’s houseboat. Mike pulled Armando aside telling him to “Just wait out here for a second, let me talk to them first.”

Marcus laughed as he added in “Don’t worry your little girlfriend here can keep you company" and so Mike and Marcus made their way to the front door banging on it like they owned the place.

"I can’t wait to go inside, finally take a shower" you say as you stretch your body. You turn to look over at Armando as he looked out to the water.

"Hey are you okay? Your forehead.” You say as you reach up pushing his hat up slightly grazing over the cut on his head.

“I’m fine,” he says, moving his head away from you. You grabbed his chin, turning his face back towards you.

“Let me see it Arman, it’s bleeding”

“You like calling me everything but my actual name” he says as he chuckles under his breath standing there as you check out the cut.

“I'm sorry, are the nicknames okay with you? Your hand dropped from his forehead grazing his face down to his jaw.

He leans in slightly, hands grazing near your waist and says “call me anything you like mi reina. It sounds better coming from you anyways.”

“Is that so? Then how about stubborn because you won't stop moving your head” you say as your hands made their way behind his neck, his hands now firm around your waist. You both stare into each other's eyes, trying to read the other. You take one hand and graze over the cut on his forehead again.

“I’ll get it cleaned up when we get inside. Let me see what's taking them so long” you said softly almost like you were talking to yourself.

“Always taking care of me mami, thank you” he leans in and gives you a soft kiss on the cheek, he grabs your hand leading you both to the door. He grabs the handle for you and you entered the house boat.

You noticed that Dorn was shirtless and right next to him was Kelly, in a silk robe. Two and two clicked together suddenly you were shouting

"Ha! I knew you two were together!"

"Wait you knew?" Dorn asked, hands on his hips in disbelief.

"Of course I knew, I’ve worked with you both for way too long. To not notice" you say

Just then Armando barges inside. Kelly immediately pulls out her gun pointing it at him.  You and Mike quickly place yourselves in front of Armando.

“Hey Kelly, he’s with us, this is my son Armando ” Mike Says 

"I know who he is, that's why he can't be here." Kelly states.

“Put the gun down Kelly, I trust him.” You say placing your hand on top of her gun slowly pressing it down.

“Hey, how about- can I have a second with her please” Dorn says before pulling kelly to the other side of the house boat.

You turn towards Armando, pulling him inside the kitchen area, you place a hand on Mikes shoulder “Let me talk to him”

Mike put his hand up in defense and said “alright, you go handle your man”

Mike and Marcus sat on the couch watching as Dorn and Kelly, and you and Armando talk to each other.

“What’s her problem, pulling a gun on me” Armando said pointing at Kelly, his eyes sharp.

“I was going back outside to get you, if you just waited for me” you said, opening the fridge, grabbing a beer and twisting it open.

“Sorry mami, waiting isn’t my style” he says as leans against the counter.

“Not even for me” you teased, holding the beer out to him. He took it, hands lingering on yours for a moment longer than it needed to be. 

“For you…I might just make an exception.” he says, his gaze locking on you as you crouched down to grab the first aid kit from under the sink.

“Might? Then I might as well see if Rafe is around, he’s a guarantee" you say arching an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not the jealous type mi amor you’re gonna have to do better than that” he said, somehow his voice got deeper, confident. 

“Maybe not jealous Mando, but you are possessive…Now sit down so I can clean up the cut on your head” and he sat down with no hesitation, never breaking eye contact.

One of your hands held the back of his head, while the other cleaned the cut. His gaze drifted from your concentrated face slowly down to your chest, and you raised a finger under his chin, forcing him to look back up at you.

“Don’t move.” you said, and he sat there a smirk plastered on his face as he looked up at you.

Meanwhile with Mike and Marcus…

Mike’s jaw dropped slightly, as he nudged Marcus with his elbow “iI told you Marcus, she got him wrapped around her finger, look at them”

Marcus leaned back against the couch shaking his head with a smirk. “Uh huh I see it, now that’s definitely not just first aid.”

“Well that explains why she was so quick to defend him” Kelly said, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow.

“Since when did they become a thing?” Dorn asked, tilting his head as he watched you two.

“They’ve been doing this the whole time, like it’s completely normal” Marcus said.

Te amo 🌸💗

Wait For Your Love-

Armando Aretas

summary: Armando doesn’t wish you a happy birthday so you’re day is basically ruined, up until it isn’t.

themes: angst, fluff, smut.

warnings: smut 18+

authors note: I know this isn’t exactly like the request, but genuinely I tried. I hope y’all like it 🥹. Not edited btw, I wrote this on my lunch break.

Happy birthday to you,’ kelly sang, walking a candlelight cupcake over to your desk, Dorn, Mike, and Marcus following behind her. “Happy birthday to you.”

“Happy birthday, our sweet girl, happy birthday to you.” Kelly gives you a hug from behind and you lean into her.

“Thanks guys,’ you smile big, blowing out the candle on your cupcake.

“What your young ass wish for?” Mike asks, slinging a birthday girl sash over your shoulders.

Armando Aretas x Reader

Warnings: This fic does not follow to the film’s timeline.  I have altered the scenes!!

A/N Pre relationship flirting?? Or maybe pre- pre-relationship flirting lol idk but it’s cute, I think. I’m a sucker for pre relationship fics and the build up!!! 

Summary: Y/N pinged the location of Mike & Marcus’, leading to Armando meeting y/n for the first time and a roller coaster of emotions in one night.

Word Count: 3.4k

The hunt for Mike, Marcus and Armando was plastered on every news outlet known, you felt useless watching every news reporter talk down on Mike and Marcus as you were trying to look for them. Marcus felt more like father figures to you than your actual parents did so watching everyone jump at the opportunity to talk down on their reputation they built was crushing, you also knew for an absolute fact that everything they were saying was false and you would bet your life on that too. You had no feelings toward Armando, you neither liked nor hated him. Mike obviously felt deeply for his long-lost son, but you had never met him, so seeing him on the news didn’t really inflict any feelings. All you knew was that he was the key to the case and after Mike insisted he ID the suspect, Armando agreed reluctantly. 

You were snuggled on your cream cotton couch sitting on your laptop trying to track down or contact the boys without the Feds knowing. They had pulled you off their case, knowing how close you were and took most of your personal belongings or tapped the rest assuming Marcus might contact you. This laptop was your backup, backup laptop, so thankfully they didn’t find this one.

Just as you were going to call it a night, your laptop pinned an advancement on their case, a location. Of-course Mike had gone to Tabitha’s, probably not wanting to get you involved in whatever mess he’s in. You immediately jumped and ran to get dressed to be some sort of assistance, now you weren’t physically or skill-fully equipped for combat, you could admit that, however expertise excelled behind a computer, and everyone knew that. Either way you know they could at least use a safe place to stay and whatever else you could offer.

You slipped in black jeans and a long sleeve black fitted top with a hoodie, with the aim of staying as inconspicuous as possible. You quickly slipped into your sneakers as you jump into your car, following the reports of their location. You’d probably get fired for doing what you were about to do, especially given there is a high chance an actual criminal is tagging along to their adventures. That obviously being Armando, but you decided would deal with that later. 

Speeding down the highway, you could hear the sirens closing in and the gunshots becoming more consistent. As you neared the scene, you could see multiple cop cars, large four-wheeled drives, and vans at all different angles. This would be a nightmare for you to find them. You drove into an alleyway, noticing the traffic moving in the same direction and slowly parked behind a large dump bin. Exiting the car, you left the ignition running to assist in easier escape. As you walked out the alleyway, you peeked out of the corner of the wall seeing a large black van on fire. 

“Guess it wasn’t that hard to find them” you chuckled rolling your eyes at the current state of the vehicle they were using. You watched them jump out the moving van just as the van light and exploded right before your eyes. You count three. Meaning they were in fact accompanied by Armando. Great. You eyed the three of them, as they ran in your direction, you eyed the scene making sure there were no witnesses and no threats. When you deemed it safe, you stepped out of the alleyway in full vision. They all paused, Mike squinted as if recognising your figure and slowly stepped closer. 

“Y/n?!” He questioned in surprise, obviously not expecting to see a familiar face.

“Y/n? Mike what are you on about?” Marcus followed until he spotted you “Y/n!” He confirmed once he ID’d you. More for himself really. 

“let’s have a family reunion later, hurry up my car’s around there” you pointed in a hurry as you ran off expecting them to follow you. You couldn’t waste any time, you need to get the out of here before they were spotted again. You slip into the driver’s seat waiting for them to get in, taking longer than usual you turn to see Armando still outside of the car. 

“Dude, get in the car. We need to go” you hissed. Did he not understand the severity of the situation?

“How can we trust her?” Armando asked looking over my shoulder at Mike.

“Who else do you have right now? get in or I’m leaving. I really don’t care whether you live or die” I whisper yelled, pre-emptively interrupting their conversation.

“Armando, get in. We can trust her” Mike sighed. Armando’s eyes flicked over to you and back to Mike then back over to you until he decided to trust you and slipped in the back seat near Marcus. You rolled your eyes, setting your car into drive and shaking your head, as if you were begging for him to trust you. 

The drive back was silent, almost awkward giving you were aiding the escape of a fugitive. Deciding to break the long silence, you joked “So I see you guys decided to quit you day job and harbour a wanted fugitive”. 

“Ha ha y/n, just get us to yours please. We need to get to Dorn’s tomorrow morning. Armando is our only lead to ID the suspect, they’re going lengths to try and kill him” Marcus explained, and his eyes remained on the road watching for any unwanted noise. Your eyes flicked to Armando through the rear-view mirror. His eyes also trained on the road and his surroundings. You had to admit, he was extremely good looking, even with his bud light shirt and his burnt jeans, the only thing you could focus on was his shining eyes. God damn. You trained your eyes back to the road in front of you and kept driving almost smacking yourself for checking him out.

“How did you find us?” Armando asked in curiosity, though his face did not emote. If it wasn’t for the question, it was almost like he didn’t give a fuck. 

“Oh uh, I, I uhm I’ve been tracing the feeds on your location. Just about everyone is looking for you. Though they’ve been pretty late to finding you guys after the uh crash” you stuttered honestly shocked at his interest. Not sure whether he’s asking you because he wants to know or testing you. 

“Armando, y/n’s the brains behind the operation. We’ve known her since she was a kid. She’s not with them, relax we can trust her” Mike supported you, confirming your concerns. He was just testing you.

Arriving at home, you parked in your driveway, telling them to follow you as you walked up a short flight of stairs to your door. You felt a sense of nerves inviting Armando into your home and you weren’t sure whether that was because he was a criminal or extremely attractive, which was truly concerning. Walking into your home, everything remained as you left it with your laptop on the couch where you were seated, the chips and red bull beside you on the mahogany coffee table. The house wasn’t messy but looked lived in with there being left over steak and chips on the table that you hadn’t yet cleaned up from dinner, some cups in the sink that required cleaning from the night prior that were on display with the dim kitchen light still on, illuminating the small kitchen and the remaining condiments that you had not packed up yet. Your home was small along with your kitchen, so any small mess would look like a lot. 

“Sorry guys, the house is a bit of a mess. I had just finished dinner before your location pinged” you lied slightly trying to excuse the mess. “there’s leftover food if you guys are hungry and give me a sec, I’ll get you guys something to change into” you offered as you walked to fetch them clothes to change into, unsure of what  or why they were wearing those clothes. 

“What man does she have that lives here?” Armando’s thick accent echoing from the room. It sounded more pronounced than usual, Furrowing your brows, you continued to listen as you selected clothes for the three of them. 

“Why do you care?” Mike asks accusingly which makes you chuckle slightly. 

“I’m just saying, is he gonna walk in here, and see us all here and rat us out? we need to be smarter than that, or do we trust everyone that you say we can, because that didn’t work out with Tabitha” he answered defensively, and Mike threw a knowing hum as I finished collecting their clothes. 

I walk out of the spare room with the clothes and smile sweetly in hopes that maybe he’ll finally trust me and explain “My brother comes and stays at mine when he’s in town. No one is going to come in, like I said,  you can trust me” 

He stares at me again as if he doesn’t give a fuck, his eyes give away nothing and I wait expectantly for some sort of comeback. 

“Don’t worry about him y/n, he knows no one’s walking in. He just asking questions he shouldn’t” Mike waved him off as Marcus in the kitchen where he was already hammering my snacks. 

Armando still staring and this becoming increasingly awkward, you handed him some clothes, not noticing which ones you offered him, he took them without fight and walked to the shower without a single thank you, causing you to mutter “a thank you would be nice, it’s not like I’m begging for you to stay” 

“Enojado te queda bien” he mumbled as he slammed the door. You furrowed your brows, unsure of what he just told you, he could have insulted you for all you know. You had known this man for all of five minutes and he was already getting on your nerves. Slipping off your hoddie, you noticed Mike and Marcus plating some of the leftovers which you were happy about, you followed in to help them and although the man in the bathroom was pissing you off, you did feel bad for him given he was just in prison and was now on the run because someone was trying to kill him so Ultimately, you decided to plate him some too before they demolished it all. 

“Your son is showering I think, so you guys can go next. The clothes are on the couch” you announced as you plated the food. Marcus paused plating and eyed out the plate in your hand.

“I thought you ate” he asked knowingly, well it was more of a statement that caused you to roll your eyes.

“Don’t give me that look Marcus, I’m putting him a plate before you demolish the food” you explained in defence. 

“Mhmm” he hummed offering me a side eye while he returned to plating his food. 

“Marcus don’t mhm me! As much of a dick he is, I’m not heartless” you argued again defensively, there was most definitely nothing of what Marcus was insinuating. He was a criminal for god’s sake! Yes, a gorgeous one but nevertheless a criminal.

You moved to dish as the boys went to eat dinner on the couch, given the size of your house, there was really no room to fit a dining table in the kitchen or living room, so you opted to have a multi-use coffee table instead. As you were washing the dishes you heard the bathroom door open, forcing yourself not to turn your head only so you didn’t offer Marcus anymore ammo to suggest anything further, continuing to clean you dishes. You felt the warmth of his presence near you as you assumed he was reaching for the food you’d plated him, the closer he got, the harder it was to keep your eyes trained on the dishes, let alone your focus. You moved your eyes slightly to see him eyeing the food out with caution, any tension remaining sprinting out of your body as you rolled your eyes at his distrust.

“it’s not poisoned Armando” you stated obviously unable to hide the second eye roll. His eyes lifting with his head still facing down and lips tilted in a slight smirked. Soon after his head followed the position of his eyes, looking straight at you with a smirk. His eyes slowly skimming your now slightly more exposed body up & down until he finally reached your eyes again. Your brows furrowed yet again, analysing the situation that just occurred.

“Are you? Are you trying to piss me off on purpose?” you questioned with your voice an octave higher.

He chuckled at your question and flicked his head in demand “Can I have a fork Mami?” he asked with the same smirk on his face.

You were embarrassed to admit the baby name caught you off guard, he had your head turning to the forks trying to identify the purpose of the utensil he requested, then turning back to him trying to figure out what game he was playing.

You turned you back to the forks and him at least twice until you demanded an answer “Why are you trying to piss me off, what’s your game?” you asked furiously as you grabbed him a fork.

“Like I said, Angry looks good on you mami” he stated as a matter of fact. Your eyes widen in shock and if you were flustered before, you were a walking mess after that comment. You stood in the kitchen staring at his back absolutely flabbergasted at the sudden change, you needed a second to breath, to process the two comments he made. One minute he was as cold as Antarctica, next he was playing jokes and calling you very cute nicknames that may or may not have sounded 10 times better in his accent. You pinched yourself and walked to the living room hearing Mike call you in the background, deciding to sit on the floor far from Armando and turned straight to Mike.

“Did you like the food?” You asked Mike, trying to ignore the hot stare on your left. You could feel him staring and eating at the same time.

“Thank you so much y/n, for the food but also for putting yourself on the line for us, I know what risk you are taking.” He thanked with sincerity.

You smiled at his sincerity “Mike, you know I would stop everything for you guys, next time just come straight to me please?” you asked honestly, and he smiled back and nodded acknowledging your heartfelt request. You, out of instinct turned your focus to the burning stares on your left, forgetting your internal feud and notice him staring intently this time, no playfulness or smugness, just wonder and awe at your loyalty. His focus re-trained, noticing you starting he smiled, not one reaching his eyes but one that you could tell meant something. This smile sparked something in you, it was probably also seeing him eat like he hadn’t eaten in months, which may have truly been the case, given that he was in prison, but whatever it was it had you inclined to personally ask him if he liked the food.

“Are you enjoying the meal, Armando?” you asked as you looked at him innocently, and while it may as well could have been innocent. Armando’s heart melted at little at your concern, he could see the worry in your eyes, the need for him to say yes that he was enjoying it. Not that he would be lying if he said yes, he hadn’t eaten a proper meal in months, let alone a home cooked piece of steak but that face would have made him say yes anyway.

The jokes and games for a second forgotten, lost in your eyes and he smiled softly as he answered “Yes, thank you y/n”. She smiled and looked toward her lap with a slight blush on her face leaving Armando weak for more. He coughed almost to break the spell you had put him under and looked at Mike, his brows were raised almost as warning but right now, he really didn’t care, he just wanted to make you smile again.

“Ok, well! I’ll take that as my cue, Mike you wanna go sleep?” Marcus announced awkwardly. Mike caught on quick and jumped at the offer agreeing at least three times that he was tired.

“Oh uh of course, I have a spare room, there is a mattress under the bed too if you guys want to take the spare room?” you blinked, shaking yourself out of whatever head fuck that Armando caused as offered the room.

“Yeah, sounds good, Armando are you good to take the couch?” Mike asked not really giving him an option. Armando just nodded while finishing of his food.

“Armando can take my room, I’m okay on the couch tonight” I offered, knowing they’d only be staying here tonight.

“No. the couch is fine” He answered, causing you to frown a little as the dismissive tone on his voice. But little did you know, he didn’t want you sleeping on the couch.

“Honestly it’s fine, you guys are only here for one night and no offense, but you’ve been sleeping in a prison for ages, I fall asleep on my couch all the time” You over-explained hoping he would take you up on your offer. You looked at Mike and Marcus for encouragement and when they weren’t going to assist, you threw them a glare that forced them to convince him to take your bed. He reluctantly agreed and thanked you to which you smiled at again. God he should have said yes sooner if he’d known he’d see your smile again.

The boys cleaned up their plates and went off to bed as they had a so aggressively agreed they needed to do. You noticed Armando had finished his plate, so you offered him more which he politely declined. To say you were confused was an understatement, one minute he was mean and defensive, then flirty and now nice. He was difficult to read and even harder to please.

He packed his plate up as well; you watched as he then stood at the sink cleaning his dishes as you moved to the couch crossing your legs. He was wearing a black tank top that had his tanned arms on display, biceps flexing every time he scrubbed a little harder, at this point, you were staring at him unashamedly. Well, that was before he called you out for it.

“You gonna keep staring, or you wanna help” he smirked still washing, but you were not going to let him have this one, not while you had the confidence to stare at him.

“didn’t I give you a top plus the tank?” You asked knowing that you were calling him out for choosing to look so fucking sexy right now. Ok maybe it wasn’t much of a comeback, but hopefully it would catch him off guard, the same way he did to you. He paused washing, indicating it may have had the desired effect, causing a small smirk to lift on your lips.

He looked up, rinsing off the last dish “Where’d your hoodie go?” he asked back almost in retaliation walking closer to you. You just lifted your shoulders with a cheeky confused look on your face “Tienes suerte eres hermosa” He commented in Spanish again.

Brows furrowing yet again with a slight frown “What does that mean?” more confident to ask.

He smiled so softly and leaned in close to your face, your eyes followed his movements and face still. As he moved closer to your ear, your eyes moved straight ahead focusing on his voice. “You are lucky you're beautiful” He translated. Your head turned so quickly looking directly at him, your faces almost touching. He looked down at your lips and then back up your eyes, his head moved slightly and opted for a soft peck on the cheek as he whispered goodnight.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄:

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑!

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏.

-> synopsis: Where armando calls you to warn you that you have trouble coming you way and to go hide somewhere safe. Little do they know, you can do more than hide.

-> warnings: spoilers for bad boys ride or die, mentions of violence.

[🕷️] author’s note: thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

like he’ll give you the passwords to everything in his phone even though you told him you don’t really care too much about what’s in his phone and you trust him

but once in a while you’ll ask to use his phone for something random and because he has nothing to hide he’ll literally just hand it to you no problem

“Babe, hand me your phone right quick I think my edges are lifting.”

“Here,” He handed his phone over to you with no cares in the world, continuing what he was doing before you’d asked him to use it.

“This damn gel, not buying this shit no more.” You frustratingly stated fixing your edges in the phone camera, Armando looking over at you from where he was sitting.

“Mama you look gorgeous, as always.” He admired you, staring at your face, making you flustered on the inside.