#Narcos

[ericamarie093]

Pena, be careful!

PEDRO PASCAL as JAVIER PEÑA Narcos | 3.08: Convivir

[missladym1981]

This cat is DEA.

[c-aqu]

His moustache will never fail to drive me inasne

[xx-kris-sin-26-xx]

Daddy José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal 🥵💕🥹😅

[kirsteng42]

I will always reblog Javi P 😈

#the ultimate betrayal

[quailbuster]

Loose Threads

-ONGOING, PART TWO-

READ PART ONE HERE

Check it out on ao3! Kudos go a long way:))

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Summary: A series of Flashbacks from your tumultuous relationship with Javier Peña.

Warnings: Explicit, Sexual content, mixed race reader, Angst, mentions of miscarriage, Grumpy Javier, Original characters, NON-LINEAR storytelling, swearing, slight reader x original character but that's a teeny sideplot, Leon is based on gabriel luna's version of tommy miller sorry he's so fine, poor mother relationship, ONGOING

December 20, 1987

Houston, Texas

You landed in Houston for Christmas with your family. Tanya greeted you at the airport, her face lit with glee upon seeing you. Her newfound sense of happiness put you at ease. After the miscarriage, and the breakup, she was shattered for obvious reasons. She hadn’t even finished college and playing house too early backfired on her. The two of you shared a long hug, and you kissed her head. “Thanks for pickin’ me up, Tanya.”

She whispered in your ear, “Mom’s here too.”

You nearly felt your gut drop.

“Fuck. Could we stall?” You pulled away from your sister and saw the frown on her face.

“She really wanted to see you. I think she’s ready to hear your apology.”

You mumbled as the both of you walked towards the parking lot, “The fuck do I have to apologise for…”

You saw your mother anxiously pacing next to her car, a gift in hand. When she finally saw the two of you, she smiled and held her arms open. You were pulled into her hug, using the excuse of your luggage to stand like a twig and not hug her back. “Hey, ma…”

She hummed into your ear, and placed a wet kiss, pulling away to grab your face and look at you. “How was Bogota?” You shrugged and moved to place your luggage into the trunk. She was much shorter than you, her hair was box-dyed blonde and you could see her attempt at bulking it. It didn’t make her look any younger if that’s what she was hoping for.

She handed you the gift and told you to open it after dinner, excited to see your reaction. You smiled, thanked her, and tossed it into the trunk.

The three of you jumped into the car, your sister kindly replacing your usual passenger spot so that you could avoid your mom’s incessant questioning about Bogota. Of course, you wouldn’t get out of it that easy. You answered every question with a monotone ‘Yeah’ or ‘Okay’, even making an occasional noise to seem interested in her story. Houston was drab compared to Colombia.

The last time you saw your mother was the night before the bar. You’d gotten into a big, big fucking argument over your safety in Colombia. That was fair enough, but she ended up twisting the argument around to blame you for even going there in the first place. Too many hurtful insults were thrown, and she’d ended up pushing you over some furniture. Your dad’s cowardice and inability to step up to your mother disgusted you, and you stormed back to your hotel room.

You’d call him every so often from Colombia, he’d give you tips to hold up better, tell you to stay away from the men, and then he’d send you on your way after a 15-minute call so that he could have another smoke break. The calls became sparse after a while, but you still tried.

You reached home and your dad was waiting outside the door, grinning like he’d just seen the biggest plate of empanadas in his life. You ran towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and yelled “Papi!”. He hugged you back just as tight, you smelled the cigarette smoke on his jacket. “Welcome back, Mi hija.” His accent seeped through heavily.

Dinner came, and Tanya brought you over to the bathroom to ‘show you something’. You leaned against the counter, watching her as she nervously laughed and paced, hesitating to say something. You grew irritated with her and pushed her to speak.

“Just say what you wanna say.”

“I didn’t tell them.”

“Tell them what?”

“They think I’m still…” She pointed to her belly. You furrowed your brows, “What. The fuck. Tanya!” You nearly yelled.

“Shhh, shut up. I’m gonna tell them.” She put a hand over your mouth, only letting go once she was confident you were going to keep your voice down.

You scoffed, blood boiling. “Tell them when? Tanya, you don’t expect them to believe you? It’s been three months and you’re not showing.”

“It’s not really their business.”

“Dad deserves to know, at least.”

Your father had always been supportive of your decisions in life, he was elated when he heard the news of Tanya’s pregnancy. His eyes glimmered whenever it was mentioned, and you knew your heart would just shatter if they glimmered again. All he wanted was to have kids, a grandchild would have been his entire world. It was your mom who would probably break some plates upon hearing the news. Hell, it took her a month of breathing exercises and one Time magazine about ‘Children having Children’ for her to finally come to terms with it.

“I don’t know, they might forget!” You had a look of disbelief on your face as she grasped at straws trying to justify herself, “They haven’t mentioned it at all since Evan left.” You heard the painful way she said her ex-fiancee’s name, she wasn’t okay. She was trying to hold it together for this gathering.

“Fuck, Tanya… They’re probably expecting a Grandkid now. Don’t keep their hopes up.”

You barged out of the bathroom and flinched when you saw your mother heading towards you with a plate of cut-up fruit.

“A little snack!” She gleamed, but you could see through it. She was definitely going to torment you at dinner tonight.

And she did. She pestered you with questions about a boyfriend, and your job which she disapproved of, until she got to the topic of grandkids.

“Tanya…” She started, a concerned look in her eye, “How’s the baby?” Of course, you noticed your dad’s eyes. This was going to hurt like crap.

You snapped your head towards your sister, who was picking at her turkey and potatoes like it was a dead frog.

“Fine.” She replied monotonously.

“What else?” Your mother pushed.

��It’s fine.”

“Do you know the sex yet? You know, if it's a boy labour's gonna be-"

Tanya dropped her fork on the table and stormed off, your mother chasing after her with a frown on her face. Your dad was silent throughout the whole ordeal and the two of you shared a glance, his of confusion and yours of melancholy.

“What happened?” He asked.

You shook your head and gestured for him to keep eating until they came back.

When they did, Tanya left through the front door and your mother was red in the face, fuming.

Tanya didn’t contact your mother for a year after that, and you never found out what she said.

—

June 19, 1989

Bogota, Colombia

The sun was blaring on your face, rays threatening to burn you as your eyes fluttered open. The soft ‘mew’ from Rio, your cat, was the first thing you heard, followed by his forehead bumping into your hip. You reached out a hand to stroke him once, twice, three times before you stretched and got out of bed.

The window was already open, humid air caressing your face before you felt a hand do the same. Your eyes fluttered back shut as you fell into the touch, feeling lips press to your neck and right shoulder. You ran your hands through his hair as he slowly spun you towards him by your waist.

“Mm… Buenas.” You mumbled against his chest, eyes still shut.

Between the two of you, Spanish was the most intimate way you could communicate. Though you spoke it, it seemed to only be a Javi-exclusive feature. You wouldn’t even speak it to your own dad, a man of pure Colombian blood. You hadn’t actually spoken to your dad in a while, but you’d always put it off till the next day. And the next. Until it stopped being an expectation. Until he stopped waiting for your call every morning at 7:30 am because he got too old to. You preferred your solitude, but with Javier holding your body in his arms like this, you wondered how you ever lived without him.

He dropped his head and sniffed your hair deeply, not saying a word as his hand dipped to your ass, his hand squeezing it as though he were trying to mould its shape. You traced a finger along his exposed chest, twisting hairs gently and hoping to god he would take you on your bed one last time. But he couldn’t. He was leaving today, and you slept in. You didn’t even know whether you would see him again. He was leaving, and you slept in for three fucking hours. He was already dressed, and you were naked, save for those black panties that he’d fucked and kissed you through the night before.

But you would see him again, it became routine. You’d come to realise eventually that he did this every time he left you. He’d wake up at 4 am, leave you sleeping, and give you a chaste kiss before he was gone without another word.

-

[weasleys-babygh0rl]

currently obsessing over the narcos Javier Peña scenes (you know what i mean). regular corn and audio corn doesn't even do it anymore. SEEING HIM RUT LIKE A DOG IS JUST 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

[tateypots]

Javier Peña is so goddamn sexy, will never get bored of these gifs 🥵

its the ✨hands✨for me

[zanephillips]

BOYD HOLBROOK Narcos 1.02 "The Sword of Simón Bolivar"

[mdawgswizzleinthehizzle]

bella in the background 🥺😭

[pedrohub]

PEDRO PASCAL as JAVIER PEÑA in NARCOS

S03E01 | “The Kingpin Strategy”

[ilovejavierpena]

I love the way they framed him in the smoke

[goodvampykitten]

when brittany broksi said “im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure”..yeah me everytime i see pedro pascal.

[reedrchards]

my favourite javier peña outfits: laredo plaid