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callsign-dexter · 1 year ago

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Behind Closed Doors 18+

Request: Hey sweetie 🥰 would you do an imagine for me where you're Phoenix's best friend and share an apartment with her (you're not a pilot) but have a secret relationship with Bradley which she doesn't know. One time you think you're alone at home when he is over so you have some fun, but when you both leave your room nearly naked you find her sitting there. You try to explain but she just glares at you both, but after a while she gives in and explains how happy she is for you?

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Simpson!Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, swearing

First Installment- Behind Closed Doors

Second Installment- Out in the Open

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You are a high school teacher at Miramar High School on base. You had already lived in California for some years now and were loving it but you needed a roommate, rent on a teacher's salary was hard. You debated on whether or not to get a roommate but didn't want to end up with someone strange or serial killer. You had almost given up when Natasha came to Top Gun looking for a place to stay she called you up, and you immediately said yes.

Natasha took you to the hard deck when you finally had the night off from grading papers and essays, that's when you met the handsome stranger with a mustache and a Hawaiian shirt. She said that she wanted you to meet her friends and fellow coworkers and you were all for it. You both walked into The Hard Deck on a Friday night and the first thing you see where a sea of khaki uniforms, flight suits, and civilian clothing. You weren't a stranger to The Hard Deck, not in the least bit, you had come here a lot with other teachers and friends. You were no stranger to the Navy, not the least bit either, your father being none other than Vice Admiral Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson. You had really thought about going into the Navy but decided against it since the love of teaching and helping kids won over. She dragged you over to her group of friends to say hello. They introduced themselves and you did to them but your gaze lingered on Bradley Bradshaw.

"Hey guys! This is my friend and roommate Y/N!" Natasha said over the loudness of the music and you gave them a wave.

"Hi, I'm Bob. Natasha has told us a lot about you." Bob spoke up first and you turned to look at her.

"All good things I hope." You answered but looked at her and you both smiled and she turned her head.

"Very good things. I'm Bradley." Bradley spoke up and you turned your head to meet his gaze and you could've sworn you fell in love right then and there. You both locked eyes and the rest was history. Your attention was torn away from him when another voice came through.

"I'm Jake. You can call me anytime. You’ll be remembering it when I have you screaming it later tonight. " Jake said with a smirk and you just rolled your eyes.

"I won't be calling you at all or screaming your name because I don't do cocky aviators. Just be glad Penny didn’t hear that." You told him and everyone's jaw dropped there weren't very many people that could take Jake down a peg but they found one person. Jake was silent but still had that stupid smirk on his face.

"Oh, I like her." Jake said then another voice came through.

"I like you. You got Jake to shut up for once. I'm Javy." Javy said and you smiled and said hi back. Finally the last one spoke up.

"My name is Mickey. Sorry for Jake's behavior now and in advance." Mickey said and you laughed.

"No worries. I know how to deal with over confident cocky jocks." You said and Bradley spoke up.

"Oh? What do you do?" He asked curiously and you smiled at him.

"I'm a high school teacher on base. I deal with a lot of teenage testosterone every day." You told him and somehow moved closer to him Natasha saw this and shook her head and moved to stand between you and him.

"I don't think so. You're not taking my best friend." She said and grabbed your arm dragging you away from him "You don't have a drink. We need to get you a drink." She said and dragged you to the bar. Penny came over and met you. You told her your order and Natasha ordered hers and everyone else's. While you wanted you and Bradley stole glances at each other. That's how it went on for the rest of the night. Natasha tried to keep you away from Bradley but every now and then you would make your way over to him and both of you would flirt. It was funny when Natasha noticed you weren't there and would find you and grab you and drag you away, you would smile at Bradley and wave.

By the time everyone was ready to go come most of everyone was drunk. Except you, Bob, and Bradley. Bob assured you that he would get everyone else home safely and you nodded and you told him you would take care of Natasha. Bob started to round up everyone else while you rounded up Natasha that's when Bradley came up to you.

"You need any help?" He asked you and you shook your head but spoke up before he could say anything.

"You can walk us to the car though." You said and he smiled. You would come back later and close out your tab. True to your word he walked you to your car while you put Natasha in the passenger side. She was mumbling incoherent words but you just shook your head and shut the door after making sure she was buckled in and went to the driver's side where Bradley stood. You leaned up against the door and he took your hands and held them.

"So is there a chance I'm going to see you again?" He asked you and you nodded.

"There is a very good chance." You smiled "Give me your phone." You said and he dropped your hands while he dug his phone out and you did the same you both exchanged phones and put your numbers in. He saw your lock screen and wall paper.

"Wait.... that's Cyclone on there. Why would he be on there?" He asked curiously but not mad. It was true your dad was on there it was taken when you had graduated college.

"Because he would be my dad." You said in a matter-in-fact tone. "Don't tell the others. Only you and Natasha know." You said.

"Your secret is safe with me." He said and handed your locked phone back to you and you did the same. You smiled and he opened the door to your Jeep Wrangler. You got in and rolled down the window once you turned the key.

"Have a nice night Bradley." You said with a soft smile and he smiled back.

"You too, Y/N Simpson." He said and you laughed softly and backed and headed back to the apartment. Natasha was knocked out.

You arrived back and woke her up and helped her inside. You made sure the window was closed and the car locked. You helped her to her bedroom where she fell on the bed and went to sleep, you just shook your head and removed her shoes and socks. As you were getting ready for bed your phone buzzed with a notification.

Bradley Bradshaw: I'm really glad to have met you tonight. Any chance I can take you on a proper date?

You: Absolutely. Tomorrow night?

Bradley Bradshaw: Really? Tomorrow night is perfect. Favorite choice of food?

You: I'm not picky but love Thai.

Bradley Bradshaw: It's a date. I'll pick you at 7. I'm looking forward to it. Have a good night.

You: Sounds perfect. I'm looking forward to it too. You have a goodnight too.

You smiled and plugged your phone in and laid down. Looking forward to tomorrow night.

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Saturday morning rolled around and you were the first one up. You started making coffee and breakfast when Natasha rolled into the kitchen looking hung over.

"Good morning sunshine." You said in a normal voice but she winced and you chuckled and smirked.

"Oh my gosh. I shouldn't have let Mickey talk me into tequila shots." She said and sat down at the counter and put her head down. You felt bad for you really did.

"Yea I noticed." She looked up when something warm hit her hand.

"Thank you so much." She said and took sip and practically moaned.

"Hey listen. I have a date tonight at 7 tonight. I won't be home until late." You said and that perked her up.

"Oh? With who?" She asked and you smirked.

"Someone I met at the bar last night. We really hit off." You said and she started to try and guess who it was but you denied her each time. She dropped it when you placed pancakes, eggs, and bacon in front of her. "Eat up. It'll help with your hangover." You said and started to clean up.

Once you cleaned up you walked past her and pushed her a little bit and got ready for the day. You got dressed and started cleaning the house. Natasha was currently in her room curing a hangover which you didn't mind honestly. You told her that you were meeting your dad for lunch and she gave a thumbs up and you laughed and headed out to meet him.

You met him at a little cafe. It was a tradition you had every Saturday afternoon. You walked in and he got up and hugged you when you met him.

"Hi, daddy." You said to him.

"Hey, sweetheart." He replied and let you go as you both sat down. It was silent for a moment. The waiter came and took your order and they left. Then came back with your drinks.

"I have a date tonight." You told him and he looked at you from putting sugar in his coffee and you did the same.

"With who?" He asked taking a sip, you were hesitant but loved your dad.

"You know him. He's an aviator. Bradley Bradshaw." You said and he stopped drinking.

"Sweetheart-" He started but you stopped him.

"No Dad. I really like him and we're going on a date tonight. You will also not give him a hard time at work understand?" You said making it clear. Right now you sounded just like your father and he was proud of that, then again you dealt with testosterone filled teenage boys.

"I understand." He said just as your food arrived. You all ate and talked and once you were done he paid and you both left. He walked you to your car and hugged you and kissed your head. "Drive safe sweetheart. I love you" You smiled and let go of him.

"Of course Dad. I love you too." You both got in your cars and took off. You ran a couple of errands and stopped by work to grab something and then went home. When you got there Natasha was up and sitting on the couch watching TV with popcorn.

"How was your lunch with your father?" She asked and you smiled while putting away your stuff and kicking off your shoes. You walked to her and joined her on the couch and she passed you the popcorn bowl.

"It was good. Told him I had a date. He didn't get much say in it." You said taking a handful of popcorn. She laughed you were probably the only person to make Cyclone go silent. He would do anything for you. The rest of the day and leading up to 7 PM you sat on the couch with Natasha watching movies and gossiping.

When it hit 5:50 PM you started to get ready for your date with Bradley. You walked to your closest and stood there looking at it then an outfit you absolutely adored made its appearance. You grabbed it and other things and headed to the bathroom conjoined to your room. You took a shower and then applied light makeup and put on the outfit. Your outfit was a pair of jeans with a cute flowing blue short-sleeve shirt. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled you were ready. Your hair was naturally wavy so you didn't have to do anything to it.

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7 PM came around and Natasha had other plans so it all worked out. Bradley came to the apartment door and knocked, you opened the door and he had flowers in his hands and that made you smiled.

"You're so beautiful." Bradley said and you blushed.

"Thank you." You replied.

"These are for you. I hope you like them." He said and gave you the flowers.

"They're beautiful. I love them. I'm just going to put them in a vase." You said and did just that and welcomed him in. You had your back to him when he started to speak.

"I found this awesome Thai place just right outside of the base. You're going to love it." He finished as you turned around and smiled.

"I've heard some good things about it. I've always wanted to go there but never have the time." You told him and he smiled.

"Well I'm glad I'm the first one that will be taking you." He said "You ready to go?" He asked and you nodded.

"Absolutely." You said and the both of you headed out the door and to his Bronco. You got there and he opened the door for you like a true gentleman. He shut the door and got into the driver's side and started it up and started to drive toward the restaurant.

You arrived at the restaurant and he killed the engine and got out and was at your door before you could get your hand on the handle. He held out his hand and you took it letting him guide you out and into the restaurant. You were taken back to your seats and sat down.

"So how do you know Natasha?" He asked you and you smiled.

"I met her when she first came to Top Gun. We hit it off pretty well. I was going to school and helping Penny out. She moved on but we stayed in contact." You said and never nodded. "I hope my dad isn't giving you any problems." You said to him as the waiter came over and took your drink orders.

"No, he's not." He laughed slightly. The waiter came back with your drinks and you were ready to order which you both did. "Does Nat know you're on a date with me?" He asked you and you shook your head.

"No, she does not but my dad does. Don't worry he's ok with it." You said when you saw his panicked face. "What do you say we keep this to ourselves and see how long it takes people to figure out?" You asked him with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Let's do it. Nat is going to flip her lid." He said and your food arrived. You ate and talked making easy conversation.

The night ended too fast in your opinion because the next thing you knew you were back at your apartment. He gave you a goodnight kiss on the cheek and you both said that you would like to do it again.

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This is how it went on for 7 months but each time it got more intimate and staying over at his apartment started, you couldn't stay at your apartment because of Natasha. You both would be sneaking around behind Natasha's back but everyone else knew. Everyone else knew because they figured it out especially when you came to give your dad something during your lunch break and waved at Bradley, who smiled and waved back. Nobody else knew you were a Simpson either but they found out that day.

You had just walked into the building where your dad worked. You saw the group of pilots, besides Natasha. They saw you walk in and then Bradley locked eyes with you, you smiled and waved which he returned. You walked off towards the offices and everyone turned to Bradley.

"What was that?" Jake spoke up just as surprised as everyone else.

"You're going to have to be more specific Jake. She waved and I waved back." Bradley said while looking back down at the work that laid in front of him.

"Oh no. That wasn't just a wave to say that was a wave like you've been together and been sleeping around." Javy spoke up and Bradley stayed quiet not wanting to give anything away.

"Wait....... are you dating her?" Javy asked but Bradley stayed quiet.

"You are!" Jake practically screamed

"Keep your voice down." Bradley said finally looking over at the pilots. He didn't get to speak much more because Cyclone came walking in with his always neutral look and you on his left side. Everyone shoots up and at attention.

"At ease." He said and everyone relaxed and sat down. "This is my daughter, Y/N. I'm dropping her off here right now before she has to go back to work and because I need to get to a meeting. Be nice to her." He said and turned to you.

"If I don't see you again after I get out of this meeting, be safe driving back and I love you." He said and kissed you on the cheek everyone was surprised.

"I will. I love you too." You said as you pulled away from kissing his cheek. He turned and walked off. Everyone was looking at you. After making sure he was truly gone you tackled Bradley in a hug and kissed him hard. Everyone was shocked.

"Oh stop your staring. We're fine with it as along as Nat doesn't know. She'll flip her lid." You told them and they all nodded. You sat on Bradley's lap and you all talked about anything and everything until you looked down at your watch. "Oh shit! I got to go!" You said and scrambled off of Bradley "I'll text you." You told him and you were out the door. As you were hurrying Natasha popped up but you didn't have time to stop and chat. "Hey, Nat. Bye, Nat. I'm late." You said and she waved as you sped down the hallway. She just laughed.

Back in the room, everyone was shocked. Jake quickly got over it and a sly smirk came on his face. "You sly dog. You're fucking her aren't you?" He said and Bradley couldn't help but smile. "I can't believe you're hooking up with the Vice Admiral's daughter." He continued "Does he know?" He asked and Bradley nodded his head.

"She told him that we were going on a date. She said that he was good with it." Bradley said looking up at him just as soon as Natasha walked in having not heard any of the conversation and it was dropped but they gave Bradley a knowing look.

Every now and then Bradley would come up to meet you in your classroom just to see you or have lunch with you. On many occasions, he was still there when students started to roll in. Many of the female students stood there gawking at the handsome male aviator, who was either in his flight suit or khaki uniform.

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Natasha did find out a week after that. It had just become your and Bradley’s 8-month anniversary of dating. You had thought she was going to be gone for most of the morning staying at the base for something she had to do that night, even though it was a Saturday night and Sunday morning. You thought you were clear and you were for the night but not the morning when she came back earlier than what was planned.

You and Bradley had just come back from dinner and sat down on the couch and turned on a random movie. You both weren't paying attention to it too busy with each other. It started with you wanting to watch the movie but then Bradley started by kissing your neck and then he was slowly turning you so that you were facing him. The kissing was slow and passionate. You could feel his one hand that wasn't holding your neck start to creep up your thigh.

"Wait wait." You said and he pulled back with a confused look on his face.

"Is something wrong?" He asked sounding hurt.

"No nothing is wrong everything is perfect. But if we're going to have hot passionate sex I want it to be in the bedroom and not on the couch." You said and watched his face relax.

"You got it, darlin." He said while effortlessly picking you up which made you let out a squeal and clung to him. He started to kiss you again and you kissed back. You could feel how hard he was getting and it only turned you on more. He stumbled his way to your room all of a sudden you felt the mattress on your back and he climbed on top of you kissing you and touching you. It was all too much but it was perfect.

"You're perfect darling." He said as he slowly took your shirt off followed by your bra. He attached to your left nipple and started sucking and gently biting it, which had you moaning and grabbing his head. Your fingers raked his scalp. He moaned and that sent vibrations through your body. He pulled off your left nipple and gave the right one the same attention.

"Bradley." You moaned his name. You could feel him smirking he suddenly pulled off and kissed down your sternum to the start of your jeans and then he started to unbutton the buttons looking up at you.

"You're amazing. You deserve everything." He said while looking up at you as he took off your jeans and underwear and you lifted up helping him.

"You're amazing too. You should be shown appreciation too." You said starting to get up but he wouldn't let you. He quickly shed his clothing and climbed on top of you. He kissed you and you kissed back then he attacked your neck which had you a moaning mess. He quickly made his way down your sternum and to where you needed him the most.

"Later but now it's all about you." He said and you could feel his breath hit your vagina. He licked a broad stripe up and you let out a photographic moan and you felt him smirk. You were wet already but this just made you wetter. He kept going and then he was suckinf on your clit which had that familiar rubber band feeling coming to you. Occasionally he would tease your opening with your tongue. What made that rubber band snap was when he gently bit your clit and your vision turned white and stars could be seen.

After a few minutes, you came down from your high and he was crawling up and kissing you letting you taste yourself. You only broke apart when you needed air. "You're amazing." You told him and he smikred.

"You are too." He replied as he moved one hand down to his now leaking pre-cum cock giving it a pump and lining up with your entrance and pushing in. You threw your head back and your hands when to his back and raked your nails down his back leaving marks, he hissed out but in pleasure. "You're always so tight. It's like you were made for me." He said through the pleasurable pain.

"Oh fuck." You moaned out "More." You said almost demanding.

"Yes, ma'am." He said loving that you were making orders. He started to thrust into you and he hit you in all the right places. He brought one hand to catch both of your wrists in his large hands and brought them up above your head. He started to attack your neck with hot passionate kisses. He used his other hand to attack your sensitive clit which had you spreading your legs further. By doing that he started thrusting deeper and hit your g-spot. You were quickly coming to your second orgasm. "I'm close darling." He said and you knew it was true by his thrusts getting sloppily.

"Cum in me." You said and he nodded. He started to pick up his speed in thrusting and on your clit until you both hit your peak. His hips stilled as his cum painted your walls rope and rope and you came on his cock.

You both came down and he gently pulled out and laid next to you and you laid your head on his chest. The room smelt of sex and all that could be heard was both of you heavy breathing. "I'm so glad to be with you. I love you." You said and he dropped a kiss on your forehead.

"Me too darling. I love you too." He replied and both of you fell asleep.

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It was the next morning and neither of you had to work since it was a Sunday. So you decided to pay Bradley a favor and show him the attention he deserved. You woke up before him and slowly kept down until you were at his flaccid cock. You slowly wrapped your hand around him and started to pump him until he was semi-hard, he started to moan but he was sleeping still. He took him in your mouth and started bobbing up and down and dipping your tongue into his slit. He started to thrust into your mouth and you hallowed your cheeks to take him further. It was a good thing that your gag reflex was almost nonexistent.

Bradley slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you. You had your eyes closed but sensed he was watching you and opened them and looked at him through your lashes. He put one hand on your head but didn't press down. He was close. He was moaning and almost panting. "Yes, Darling. I'm close." He said After a few minutes, you came up for air, but immediately went back and swirled your tongue around his tip, and that is what sent him over the edge. He came into your mouth, and you could taste his salty cum and swallowed it all. You pulled off of him when he was down and wiped the excess into your mouth. "What was that for?" He asked you.

"Well, you took such good care of me last night that I decided to repay you the favor." You said and he pulled you up to him and kissed him. He could taste himself. You pulled away for air.

"Get dressed, I'll make breakfast." He said and helped you get up. You slipped on your underwear after you found it, and on his oversized shirt, you forfeited the bra. He got up and pulled on his boxers. As he followed you out into the hallway you stopped short, because right in front of you in the kitchen was none other than your roommate, Natasha Trace. You stood there like a deer caught in headlights.

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"Natasha. I thought you weren't supposed to be back until later this morning." You said and grabbed a pair of sweatpants that just so happened to be in the hamper. Bradley had gone back to the room and grabbed his pants. You were wearing his shirt so he forgot about it, it's not like she hasn't seen him thought a shirt.

"I got done early." She said slowly back "What is Bradley doing here? Why are you wearing his shirt?" She asked she had a feeling what the answer was going to be.

"I think you should sit down." Bradley said from behind you and you both walked into the kitchen and you both sat down on the barstool and she sat down at the table.

"Ok. I'm sitting." She said glaring at the two of you.

"I'm just gonna come out and say it." You said, "Bradley and I have been dating for 8 months." You finished and waited for her to blow up but she was just glaring at the two of you.

"Do the others know?" Natasha asked and you nodded.

"They found out last week when I went to drop something off to dad." You said.

"Why was I the last to know?" She asked still glaring.

"I know you wanted me to stay away from him but he's been so sweet to me. I know you were just trying to protect but Nat, I love him." You said she was still glaring but nodded and then turned her attention to Bradley.

"If you dare hurt her or break her heart. I'll be coming after you. I know where you sleep, and work, and you know how I am in the air. Not to mention I know her father." She said to him and he nodded.

"I'm not planning on doing any of those things. I love her too much." Bradley said looking at you dreamily and you looked back at him with the same look. Natasha saw this and finally stopped glaring.

"I am really happy for you guys. Still upset that I was the last to know, but that can be settled with you two buying me a drink at The Hard Deck." She said and you both looked at her and nodded.

"Deal." You and Bradley said at the same time.

"I'm gonna start making breakfast. Nat why don't you go and change?" Bradley said and she nodded and got up and headed off down the hallway. As she was walking she called over her shoulder.

"You better not have fucked anywhere in the kitchen or on the couch!"

You both laughed and shook your heads. You haven't yet but time will tell.

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accioprocrastination · 2 years ago

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One Day At A Time (Part 3/?)

Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: More angst, ngl I was listening to Daylight by David Kushner when writing so this got away from me a bit wasn't expecting it to get this dark...

T/W: Anxiety, panic disorder, grief, PTSD, gun violence, torture, murder, prisoner of war, war crimes

Summary: Hangman's POW fiancée attempts a prison break; Javy talks Jake into doing something he doesn't want to do.

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Jake POV -

Coyote can talk anyone into anything.

He's somehow convinced everyone to book the day after the mission off work to go to your place, not wanting his best friend to spend another one of your birthdays isolating himself.

Jake pulls up into the driveway and grabs the barbecue supplies from the back of the car before dumping them on the side in the kitchen.

"Wow, when we said let's go to Hangman's I wasn't expecting this." Rooster says entering the house with Phoenix, Bob and Fanboy in tow. All of them blatantly ignore Jake's tear-stained face and glance around in awe at the house.

"I'm not being funny but how on earth have you financed this?" Phoenix questions making Jake laugh. He cannot express the relief that her teasing makes him feel after a morning full of unease.

"Phoenix you cannot ask that!" Rooster gasps giving her a horrified look.

"This place was unbelievably gross when we bought it, It literally makes my skin crawl thinking about our first viewing... It was up for sale so cheap I knew there must've been a reason, other than it being close to base." Jake smiles, "there's no way in hell I would've bought this without Y/N walking around declaring what we should do to it." He elaborates, not having the vision to have done any of the renovation alone.

"Jesus he has a pool!" Fanboy shouts from the other side of the room as the others rush to the window to scrutinise outside. When everyone arrives Jake gives them a quick tour around the house to avoid anyone snooping without his knowledge.

He leaves Bradley to man the barbecue and heads inside to grab a beer. In doing so he watches Phoenix and Bob verbally dissect the photographs on the mantle.

"God she was gorgeous." Phoenix points out to no one in particular, tone sounding impressed that Jake managed to land you.

"She really was." Jake sighs looking at the photo of you at your backseaters wedding, grinning ear to ear at whatever he was saying to you.

God I miss you

"How did you two meet?" Bob queries, stopping Jake before he can spiral into his thoughts.

"Flight school... I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, she literally knocked me clean off my feet day one. We started arguing and I just thought shit this is the girl version of me." He smirks as he answers.

"God I can't imagine there being two of you out in the world. How would we cope?" Payback winks, making Jake roll his eyes in response.

"Do you usually celebrate her birthday?" Bob asks not really knowing who Hangman is as a person outside of work.

Jake instantly shakes his head. "No she fucking hates -" he starts to answer swiftly cutting himself off. He ignores the bolt of heartache that threatens to shatter him as he realises he needs to correct himself, "-hated her birthday... She never wanted to celebrate it so we always just did something together without anyone else. I don't know why Javy's arranged this." Jake lies not completely oblivious to Coyote's attempt to force him to find closure.

He can't even argue that it's misguided. It's been years and he still needs to correct himself to past tense when talking about you.

Every time he comes home he half expects you to walk through the door after him.

Jake would never say it aloud but every time he comes home, he feels like he's waiting. Permanently waiting for you to get home too.

"You miss her a lot?" Bob continues trying to get a read on him.

Jake nods. "Every single day. She's my first thought when I wake up in the morning, and the last one before I go to sleep."

"Still?" Javy's worried disbelief comes from the doorway.

"Yeah." Jake's lip quivers slightly as he continues to stare at the photograph in Phoenix's hands.

I thought that this would get easier as time goes on - everyone says that - but every day I miss her more than yesterday.

Jake tears his eyes away from your photo and necks the rest of his beer in silence. All he can think about is how he'd give anything to not feel like this anymore.

Unable to shake the torment, Hangman slips out of the living room and heads back outside to argue with Bradshaw.

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You're shoved forward by a warden, collapsing onto your knees in the threshold of an outbuilding you've never been in before. Tears well in your eyes from the sheer force that your knees hit the concrete. The tears don't have a chance to fall, as the man hoists you upright forcing you inside.

Anxiety surges in your chest as you look up. You're greeted by blood splattered walls that instantly confirm your thoughts about this building.

This is where they kill people who are no longer useful to them.

You look over at Ghost hoping he will give you a look to convey that he has some form of grand plan for leaving this place. His golden skin looks ashy with sickness, sweat beads on his forehead, and his face is contorted in trepidation.

He doesn't have a plan. Neither of you have a plan.

It feels like someone has sat on your chest with how rapidly short your breathing is becoming, your apprehension is blossoming with every passing second spent in this building.

I do not want to die here.

You silently beg your backseater to look at you, as if meeting his gaze will prompt you to have some form of epiphany. His shoulders are hunched, eyes glued to the floor inaudibly accepting his fate.

He's been trying to convince you that you'll get out every day since you got here, you've told yourself every day that's not possible. Seeing him resigned to this reality sends adrenaline pounding through your body, you're not dying here at least not without a fight.

As the herding stops, you scour the room as best you can without moving, eyes flickering between all of the red covered rooms as you search for anything at all that you might be able to grab to attack the wardens with.

Fuck, this is hopeless.

We're as good as dead.

The rooms are almost completely empty.

There is nothing, not one single thing, here that we can use as a weapon, you realise.

Your thoughts of giving up are abruptly halted the millisecond after they form, as you watch the warden on your left shift his right arm towards a gun strapped to his waist. He's the prick who pushed you.

Somehow through the endless cries of the people around you, you hear the unmistakeable sound of gun safetys being removed. The fallacy that you've created of this place having some vague sense of security or solidarity among prisoners is shattered when the first round of gunfire begins.

You feel your stomach start to churn as people try to shield behind others. The sequential bout of nausea that washes over you is unignorable.

Your whole body traitorously reacts to the commotion, your rigid tension melting away to a whole body tremor. You've never been in the situation where you feel your knees shake with genuine well-placed terror before.

You've got to pull your shit together y/n. You mentally slap yourself trying to fight your inner anxiety away, needing to think rationally to decide your next move.

Without debating the consequences, you shove the warden next to you into the wall behind him with all the strength you can muster. He's thrown off guard, obviously not expecting any resistance. After his minute stumble allows you to take his weapon, he straightens up hand instantly moving to become a vice on your arm. He twists your arm in an attempt to throw you off balance. You do not shift even an inch, feet firmly planted on the ground. You're so deep in your fight or flight response that you barely even feel the motion that you expected to floor you.

The wardens are so focused on obliterating prisoners that they don't recognise the screams of their own as out of the ordinary, so you continue resisting.

When all of the wardens are down, you allow yourself to properly glance around the prisoners in the room.

Everyone looks broken beyond repair, most of them are bleeding.

Even if you got everyone out, you're not sure who among you is strong enough to live with this.

Ghost looks like a shell of himself

Ignoring that thought, you turn your attention to him, "I want to go home" you state croakily, arms still shaking as you lower the gun.

"There's no way out of here." Ghost reiterates, agitation plaguing his voice. It took the two of you, four days of recon to figure that escape was not at all possible from where they keep normal prisoners.

"Listen to your boyfriend Miss America." One of the wardens chuckles from his place on the floor, momentarily pulling your focus to watch him hold pressure on the bullet wound on his leg.

"Then we die trying." You instruct your back seater, before opening up your invite to everyone else.

A fail looking man that you bumped into earlier, shoves a boy in your direction quickly saying something to him in a language you don't understand.

There are kids here? A shudder runs through your body at the thought of children being exposed to this. No one should be exposed to this, especially not little kids.

The man turns to face you, opening his mouth to say something when a bullet rings out. You grab the kid shielding his eyes before he can see his potential father figure drop to the floor.

A warden sniggers from the floor as you stand glued to the spot in horror and disbelief that anyone would be that insanely cruel.

"Go." Someone chokes out, moving to shield you.

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Part 2 for those who missed it

Part 4

A/N: I promise I'll listen to something happier and write some fluff soon

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ficjoelispunk · 1 year ago

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Ch 10 - DO YOUR JOB

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A/N: Well guys, here we are going to start having a different Javier. It’s a toxic couple, I hope you know that. And, if you’re enjoying it, send me DM’s, talk to me, I love knowing what you’re thinking. And I also apologize for the grammatical errors, as you know I am translating, but soon I will have help, and this problem will be solved. Starting next week, I will post one chapter per week. We’re almost over... thank you all.

After the conversation that you are Javier had in the file room. Both you and Javi have avoided each other, even more so, if it was possible. It was ridiculous. But that's what was happening. You greeted each other with just a nod professionally. No words. Whenever they needed to talk, it was Murphy who came to you.

You found yourself sad a few times. Ugh! Many feelings have passed through you. Especially disappointment with yourself, for thinking that with you it was different. Never was. But you missed it. Your miss Javier, who is attentive, careful and protective.

Why did he do this to you?

He gave you a taste of how good he could be, only to later remind you how he could be extremely bad. Reckless and irresponsible. It seemed like he was controlled by two extremes. Either he was pulling you to him, or he was pushing you away from him.

It's okay that the goal of both of you was to catch Pablo Escobar. But unfortunately in this environment you got involved, and now you needed to deal with it.

Javier was right. You needed to stop being innocent. But you didn't have to stop being cautious. And you feared for him, where would it end up taking you both.

***

Christmas was coming. Another year is ending. As you were in the middle of Medellin, with no family, friends, or anything else. Your plan was to update the records, organize the agenda, catalog wiretapping, check possible connections and clues... and ignore Christmas.

Apparently someone had the same plans as you, about ignoring the Christmas spirit.

Another attack took place in the midst of Christmas ornaments, where children would be seeing the bodies of cruelly mutilated dead men.

"Feliz Navidad, Pablo" The sign said.

Javier looked at you on the other side of the table when he received the complaint. You shook your head coming out of the room a little bewildered. Just imagining that Javier could be involved with such violence, you wanted to vomit. Out, of course, the excess of details you had access to. That made you dream for weeks about the possibility of being you or him there. Or anyone in the department. Anyway.

These attacks were fomented by Los Pepes. You knew who had given that freedom. Him. And now there was no more control.

And Javier knew you were right. But now he couldn't go back. Javier created his own monster, which he would have to defeat.

And so followed the deaths, and the deaths that took over the media. Pepes were reported on all channels. And something had to be done.

Colonel Martinez called a meeting.

"We intercepted a call from an Escobar sicario, and we will monitor, and keep them informed. I also want to say that we know that there is another group acting in the same goal as ours, Los Pepes, we should not match them at all. The difference must be clear between them and us."

Javier didn't take his eyes off you. You didn't take your eyes off him. Knowing exactly that this information would come out of there directly to God knows to whom he would provide it. And you didn't have the courage to submit this information to the superintendence.

You became who you feared most in your work. All because of who you hated and avoided the most all this time, and now I couldn't stop thinking. You dug your own grave, and your biggest sin was lust.

You left the room behind Agents Peña and Murphy, tried not to listen to the conversation, but you listened.

"Los Pepes is an interesting unfolding," Murphy commented.

"Escobar has many enemies," Peña observed.

"I heard from Messina that a lot of people are watching them and us," Murphy looked back in his direction.

Javier looked over his shoulders.

You pretended not to notice.

"Are you secretly working for Los Pepes?" Javier asked Murphy relaxed.

"No," he laughed.

"So there's nothing to worry about"

But Javier was. And he had to worry. And you worried about him. Since he didn't have a shred of judgment in that hollow head.

***

The search group went out in an operation looking for the sicario who intercepted the call. But guess what? When they found the house. He had already been caught.

Murphy became suspicious. Late, you recognize it. But he connected the dots.

"When we finally confirmed that it was Jairo, Martinez gave the search order and when we arrived Los Pepes had already caught him"

"So?"

"And how did Los Pepes get here first?"

"He may have been followed. Or he said shit and someone heard it"

"Hm, is that all you have to say?"

Javier shrugged.

"I have a theory"

"And what would it be?" Javier asked while lighting a cigarette.

"I think someone is leaking information"

Javier shrugged again.

"And I think someone who may have reasons for that. You know... someone who stayed out long enough and went through terrible situations that may be being used from the inside..."

Javier stiffened. How could Murphy make an assumption like this about you and not him?

"Don't put her in the middle of it," Javier murmured. And walked away from Murphy, "if you're worried, investigate!" He raised a tone of voice as he walked.

***

You have received new information from the Embassy. You didn't want to pass it on to the Agents. Peña wasn't being careful at all. He didn't filter the information, he dumped everything to Los Pepes.

But it was your job.

You walked to the duo's table.

"We received new information from the Embassy"

Javier reached out to access the envelope, but you handed it to Steve, leaving him in a vacuum.

"Centra Spike give us a Christmas present?" Javier asked anxiously.

"Blackie is receiving phone calls from Envigado," you explained.

"The son of a bitch has a girlfriend," Murphy added.

Javier took the envelope from Steve's hand.

You and Steve looked at each other. You arched your eyebrows. Steve kept watching. Looking at Javier and you.

You reached out to Javier asking for the envelope back.

"I'll take it to Colonel Martinez to investigate"

Javier did not return it, until he read until the last line of the transcript.

"Yes, of course, as you wish," he then returned it to Murphy, and Murphy passed it on to you.

You rolled your eyes.

He left a few minutes later.

You went after it.

Murphy watched.

You picked up Javier on the phone.

"You don't waste time" you interrupted.

He turned to look at you.

"If you're going to keep doing this, even with everything that..."

"Shut up"

Javier sticks to your arm, and drags you to the cleaning room.

"Let me go"

"Be quiet" Javier squeezes your arm.

"You're hurting me" your voice fails, your breathing starts to get irregular "please."

Javier looks at you. He knows that his attitude awakens triggers in you. He lets go of your arm abruptly.

"Stop following me"

"Why? Are you afraid that they will find out that you are the fucking informant of a paramilitary faction?"

He advances on you, you smash your eyes, retreating until you touch the wall. Javier leaves you cornered, putting his hands next to your shoulder. Staring at you. The eyes running down your face, while your breath is heavy. Javier feels your body stiffen. He see the fear in your eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" You murmur, your voice failing.

He deflects his face quickly. Your stomach is turning.

"You're scaring me," you whisper.

"Stop acting like a child" Javier growls to you.

"You may lose your position" you try to find his look.

"It's working, isn't it?" He speaks rudely to you "we are leaving Pablo cornered, never before have we managed to catch so many sicaires, the siege is closing and tomorrow it could be him"

You sort the air through your mouth.

"This is not right, you are a Federal Agent, your work is against drug trafficking does not join him"

"I'm not joining anyone," he leans over you.

"I should report you"

Javier holds your jaw, without strength, but firm.

"Do your fucking job, and stay away from me," he says looking into your eyes.

You push him.

"Why did you rescue me? It would be much easier for you to let me die in that place. It would save you so much regret"

"Stop playing the poor thing, you're better than that..."

You took a step past it, but retreated side by side, to talk more.

"Don't worry Agent Peña, I already understood the message, I understood that you regretted taking me to your bed, and preferred to pretend that you didn't know me when the day dawned, I understood that you feel responsible, rest assured, you have no obligation to me"

"I wouldn't pretend if you slept with me every night"

WHAT? Jesus...

Javier grabs you, running his hand over your waist, pulling your body to his, kissing your lips.

You struggle in the tightness of your body against his chest. But he kisses you without caring about your slaps. Urgent. Messy. Raising you on his lap. Putting you on the table of cleaning material. Dropping the products on the floor. No worries if someone listened to you two in that tiny room. And before you reasoned, you were kissing him back.

Javier's hands squeezed your leg and waist, pulling your body against his, pressing on you. While you were pulling his hair. Your erratic breathing in a desperate kiss.

Javier goes down his lips around your neck, inhaling your perfume.

"I missed you," he murmured close to your ear.

"You'll get over it"

You tilt your head back. While Javier's hands unbutton your shirt frantically.

The other hand snakes under your skirt, you moan. Javier's fingers find the lace of your panties.

Your shirt already unbuttoned, Javier goes down his lips to your bra. Leaning you back to almost lie down on the table. He pulls the lace of the bra down releasing your nipple. That goes straight to his mouth.

You try not to make noise. Javier's fingers, pulling the fabric of your already damp panties to the side, his finger sliding over your middle. You spread your legs for him.

"I think you missed it too," he says with his lips on your skin.

He slides two fingers inside you. You pull the air through your open mouth with pleasure. Trying not to moan.

Your hands go down to his pants, where he is rigid, hard and needy. The touch makes Javier gasp.

"I don't think more than you" you say, touching his cock, disarming him completely.

You straighten the posture, and he establishes himself with his feet on the ground, while you pass your hand through his greeting pressing, massaging. Big and thick, in your small hand.

Javier stretches his hand back to turn the door lock.

You faded his pants and pulled the zipper. Javier leans over to kiss you.

He fucked you there. Against the wall. With his hands in your mouth, to drown out your needy moans, while he slid his cock inside you, strong, aggressive. As if he wanted to punish you. As if that were his punishment.

"I like how your mouth is silent when I'm inside you," he growled gravely in your ear.

You came while Javier held one of your legs next to his hip, giving him a perfect position inside you, leaving him the deepest you've ever felt.

"Javi" you sighed throwing your head back.

"Fuck!" He let out an animalistic sound with his head tilted back, when you started pulsing around his cock, with your body being pressed against the wall, your head hitting against the wall as he sinks violently inside you, with you having spasms of pleasure. Javier couldn't take it for another second, and you felt him fill you with the thick jets painting the walls of your pussy.

It was hard to think and avoid desire. It was difficult to control your body that longed for Javier, when your head couldn't find the strength to simply give you the coordinates to get away from that man.

"I won't keep doing this" you closed the buttons on your shirt.

"What? Sex?" He asks in a fun tone.

You face him.

"It's a little late for you to think about celibacy," Javier mocks.

You fake a fake smile.

"I'm not someone you can come and get what you need when you want, and how you want and then go out acting like I'm nobody, pretending I'm invisible. You don't have to pay me to fuck me, but unfortunately I have feelings"

Javier looked at you seriously.

"I'm not the one you want, it's the feeling, so have fun with others. You don't even want me near you, I don't understand what you think Javier"

"Are you going to have fun with others?" There was an anticipation in Javier's tone of voice.

"Maybe. Maybe I should. Maybe I should have fun with someone who really wants to have fun with me, someone who really cares about me, and it's not just an obligation."

Javier grinded his jaw.

"This won't happen anymore..." you repeated.

You had your hand on the door, turning the key, to get out.

You hesitated for a moment. You waited for an answer, you waited for Javier to say something. But Javier didn't say anything. He just leaned on the table, watching you go out with his head down.

You shook your head. And you left.

Javier tilted his head back, running his hands over his face. Alone in the living room, still with a foggy head about the sex they just had.

He couldn't say anything to you. How to explain that he thinks of you every single day, every fucking moment. That the fucking smell of your body moisturizer sticks to his skin, and it's like a drug that turns off his senses. That nothing compares to when he is inside you, feeling your warmth, as if they were one thing. That he never felt that way.

How could he say that, when he was Javier Peña. When he was leaking information from inside the department to other drug traffickers. You were very involved. He was very involved. That had no chance of ending well. But he didn't want to drag you with him into this hole.

How could he tell you that you mean a lot to him. When his mouth said something and his head said another, and his heart said something even more different.

But Javier was mostly inconsequential. And his inconsistency always ended up speaking louder.

***

At least, the time Javier spent fucking you from the cleaning room, Murphy managed to pass on the information to Colonel Martinez about the listening you gave them earlier about Blackie.

They organized the search group to surround the area. But he did it without Javier. Agent Peña only knew when the search team was leaving the base.

"Fucking Christmas miracle" Peña murmured to himself.

Peña was worried. A whole tactical team positioned to make a blockade, and intercept Blackie, when he knew that from the information he leaked, at any moment, Los Pepes would be there too.

He tried to warn Don Berna. But it was too late.

Los Pepes were already close to the address. And Colonel Martínez ordered a blitz through the region. And they fell on the street where the cars were being stop.

It turns out that the officer responsible for the blitz was the son of Colonel Martínez, and when the Castaño brothers' car was stopped, and asked to present documents. Fidel offered money to the officer.

The integrity of Martinez's son equal to or superior to that of his father. And trying to bribe him triggered exactly what Javier tried to avoid.

When Martinez relocated the units to sector 20 which was where his son was, Murphy passed on the information to Javier, and an icy hollow invaded his stomach, already wondering what it could be.

Carlos Castaño tried to inform the officer that they were on the same side. But in a desperate attitude, the officer pointed the gun at him. All the other paramilitaries in the cars behind came down from the cars, heavily armed, with semi-automatics, and machine guns.

Javier and Murphy arrived and witnessed the conflict. Immediately Murphy got out of the car almost in motion.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" He despaired when he saw all the weapons pointed at the colonel's son "Calma! ¡Calma! Deja ir el arma” Murphy’s horrible Spanish.

Javier didn't get out of the car. Prosecuting. The shit that was going on.

They started yelling at each other. Threatening each other.

“¡Bravo! ¡Bravo! ¡Bravo! ¡Qué hombres! Bravo” he got out of the car, and clapped his hands "Sí, lo sabemos, todos queremos a Pablo" he was walking to Carlos Castaño "Pero tienes que dejarnos hacer nuestro puto trabajo, ¿de acuerdo?"

Javier was panting. The breathing failed. The tension hovered in the air. He knew everyone there was crazy. And that anyone could start a slaughter.

He approached Carlos Castaño's ear.

"¿Qué? ¿Nos vamos a matar en una puta barrera?" Javier turned to Fidel, right behind his brother "¡Deja caer el arma! ¡Babajo el arma!"

Carlos Castaño handed the gun to Javier.

Javier turned to the officer.

"They think they're helping us" Javier hands the gun to the officer, and holds his face "Okay? Is everything okay?"

"Yes, sir," the officer replies.

"Let's go back home alive" Javier smiles panting "Right?"

"Right"

"Déjalos pasar"

"Ok"

And so it was. They went through the blockade.

And Murphy understood there, what was happening.

"What? I know I was avoiding a bloodbath" Javier shrugged.

Murphy smiled ironically. Understanding everything perfectly now.

In short, they didn't catch Blackie that day. The girlfriend didn't deliver it, of course. And they lost the operation.

Javier had surrendered there. Colonel Martinez also had a moment of lucidity just like Murphy.

You saw Javier pass by your table with big steps, he stared at you for a brief moment, his eyes worried, disappointed. You understood that the situation was not good.

Murphy passed right behind him following his trail. You stretched out on the table to see them talk. Agent Murphy almost stuck to Javier.

"When would you intend to tell me about your new friend Carlos Castaño?"

Javier looked at you over his shoulders. Hesitant.

"He's not my friend. We have a common interest"

Murphy shook his head.

"My God Javi, I hope you know what you're doing"

"Don't worry, I won't involve you"

Murphy looked at you, pointing with his chin in your direction.

"And her?"

Javier stays still.

"What about her?"

"Do she know?"

Javier doesn't answer.

"I'll imagine that she doesn't know and that's why you're not being suspended, since she would report you at the first opportunity, right?"

Javier knew where Steve wanted to go. If you knew and didn't file the complaint, you would be an accomplice of Javier. And if you didn't know, you would be the worst assistant ever seen in the United States of America.

"Right," Javier replied.

"I'm not worried about myself..."

"I know how to take care of myself"

"With this kind of guys you shouldn’t get involved, Javi”

Javier hesitates. He looks at you sitting behind your desk, hold it now after being kidnapped, you've already warned him about it. And he already knew.

"You're going to drag her into the middle of this madness"

"She's very big to take care of her life, Murphy"

"I thought you liked her..."

Javier stared at Murphy.

"If you are interested..." Javier raises an eyebrow.

"Go to hell Peña, if she knows something, and doesn't talk, know that she's taking a risk for you. I'm telling you because you're stupid enough not to recognize"

"They will do this, with or without my help. At least this way, I'm in the middle, and I have control" Javier hesitates "not to cross the limit"

"So as not to cross the limit?" Steve frowned "did they take the girl, pointed a fucking gun at an officer's head and the bandits come out unharmed?"

"Who are the good guys Steve? That’s us?"

The two face each other in silence. Javi walked by leaps and bounds, you accompanied him passing by you with your eyes.

***

The Castaño brothers were being efficient, but Pablo Escobar was Pablo Escobar, he had eyes and ears throughout the city of Medellin.

Escobar managed to find out who were the faces that personified Los Pepes. And he knew that the Castaño brothers would only act like this moved by money. And he knew that Judy Moncada wouldn't have enough money to move them. Following the line of reasoning after Judy, it turns the Cali cartel.

Pablo orchestrated an attack on the wedding day of Gilberto Rodriguez's daughter, blowing up all the millionaire wedding decoration, with the bomb that exploded in the middle of the event.

And it was at this point in history that things went off the rails for good.

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jolalibrary · 1 year ago

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Hey bestie💛 You outdid yourself again!! Absolutely love the epilogue, especially the proposal, so sweet and intimate🥹 I think Javi pays great attention to details in general, so when it comes to the woman he adores, of coz he’d have memorised every word she said, plans the whole thing as she likes, and make sure nothing gets in the way of her saying yes💛 also him being all nervous and weird and reader calling him out🤣 ain’t he just the softest and sweetest💛 Javi is down bad and so fucking whipped and I love that for him

Honestly LNT makes me feel all kinds of things. On one hand I feel like a proud mum, watching my favourite trouble maker find love and settle down. On the other I feel a NEED to find a connection like Javi and reader’s, like my standard in man has gone impossibly high now. I can’t imagine settling for someone who isn’t normally a grump but can’t stop the grin when they see me, who doesn’t call me hermosa at least once a day, and who doesn’t text in all lower case without punctuations

Can’t believe weekly LNT update has finally come to an end, it truly feels like the end of a great tv season, it’s gonna be hard to get through the hiatus🥲 I hope we get to see more of their lives soon, maybe their wedding in the near future?🤭

Thanks for reading this long ass ask, it kinda got out of hand😂 Sending all the loves to you💛

awww 🥹🥹 i wanted to treasure this in my inbox, but I also wanted to set it free so I could see it on my dash and on my blog. thank you, this is so incredibly sweet.

(I ramble so I put it under the cut)

I’m never fully sure what to do with super lovely comments (I’m a giver of compliments, not a fabulous receiver) but gosh this made me warm all inside and made my heart double.

Javi’s analytical mind works so well for things he needs to remember, and gosh he loves his crossword gal.

if I could bestow on you a LNT Javi I would! even if his punctuation made my brain HURT when I edited. romcoms are my absolute favourite thing to enjoy, so finally writing one that is as mushy as me has been so fulfilling! I’m already itching to write another and just in search of a plot.

also, not to be super overshary on main, but a little secret: some of the banter-filled texts were from my husband and I’s text chains, so I promise there’s people out there like that (albeit with much better punctuation)

I think next Tuesday is when it’ll hit me again. This week I’ve been blinded by a headache, but next week when I get home and realise I have nothing to schedule 🥹😭😭 what am I gonna do with myself?

I promise you’ll see more of them soon, I’m not fully sure if I’ll do the wedding, because currently there’s lots of the scenes in the middle of the epilogue I’d love to write — such as what does reader wear to Halloween 👀

thank you for writing the long ask, and I’m sorry for my equally long reply. thank you for being wonderful and kind! 🩷✨

#asked and answered #kind souls #anon #mm: late night texts

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karelysse · 3 years ago

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idk if this is an unpopular opinion, but i always thought that the fact that javi would go back-and-forth when talking about how close he and yuzuru were was more compelling than annoying?

like i know some fans thought it was kinda :/ that he’d say ‘we’re not friends’ one day and then ‘we’re closer than blood brothers’ the next (and i totally see where they’re coming from), but imo that makes a weird sort of sense? how else do describe a relationship where you don’t have a ‘traditional’ friendship (i.e. you really only hang out ‘on ice’ — at practice, at comps, at galas, and ice shows) but also you have a shared sense of camaraderie because you’re in the metaphorical trenches together? even if you may not be fighting the same battles, they are at the very least adjacent to each other?

if anything i think it just goes to show that javi has like. chronic foot-in-mouth syndrome and can’t articulate his thoughts well lmao. or maybe he’s just an asshole! i don’t know this man personally! but idk i always found the nuances of their relationship (and the way they talk about it) to be interesting, and i think it’s more fun to not take things too seriously and just like. vibe.

this!!!! i 100% am on your side for this anon!!!! the inconsistencies are part of the charm. it's cause it's complex that it seems real(er than other public FS friendships). people aren't perfect, javi certainly isn't, and (not trying to get lynched here but) yuzu probably isn't either. i do think javi has a notable tendency to speak too much and should just... shut up sometimes (all in love), but also think that if the public commentaries are so inconsistent, it could be because

1. all discourse and speech vary depending on factors both internal and external. how does a person feel that day, who they're talking to, in what context, what happened right before and right after, etc. this is super basic but i feel like people spend too much time on the internet and forget about it smh.

2. this is speculation, but - here's just an opinion - I do think that if we aren't sure, while listening to javi, of where they both stand with each other, it's maybe because javi himself probably isn't sure either. we all have those people in our life we can't quite seem to fully connect with, despite circumstances, despite our best efforts, there's always this uncertainty, this hardship with open communication, and i do believe few are the ones who can call yuzuru hanyu their friend and be sure that it's fully reciprocated. i remember reading this published article when i first got into yzvr, and it was all javi quotes about yuzu and their relationship -- the only quote that was included from yuzu was something like "Because I lost last year to him, I feel like I have to take revenge". like????? would you call this guy your friend???? i wouldn't????

the back-and-forth, the push-and-pull, the complexity, the awkwardness, the saying-dumb-stuff-and-regretting-it, the saying-sappy-stuff-and-regretting-it-even-more are just. quite fun imo to witness as a bystander! because it's what it's like being human!!!!!!

#yuzuvier #and so.#HERE IM GONNA SAY IT. i think javier fernandez has been way too gracious with his comments on yuzuru for years now #so yall know very clearly where i stan - and im not a javi fan!!!! im a fanyu!!!!!!!! so hear me out!!!!!!!!!#imagine being a top skater and receiving so many questions concerning your no1 rival and being kind and generous with your answer EACH TIME #and said rival doesn't get asked about you at all -- to the point where even he notices and points it out in an olympic press con #the patience you gotta have. i - personally - would have started throwing fists #yuzuru himself couldn't stand people chanting /javi/javi/javi while waiting for his scores and was open about it.#he said he wanted all the attention on him. imagine JAVI saying that? he would have been KILLED.#anyways. have a lot more to say about that but that's enough for now don't wanna bore everyone to death either #ask #asks #thank you so much for this ask anon it was absolutely lovely reading your thoughts and i'm glad we agree on this!!!!#tell me if you think about anything else!!!

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 12- Exhibitionism/Voyeurism

Javier Peña x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.3k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), unprotected sex, sex worker reader (we support and respect sex work in this house), reader wears lingerie and a robe

Notes- This one I think is my most unexpected out of the entire month, but I loved this idea so much! And I think I’ll be writing more of Javi P in the future too! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

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All the girls always loved when Javier Peña came into the brothel. Not only was he one of the most handsome men to walk through those doors, but he was also a very attentive lover in bed. When you slept with Javier, he took care of you. Even though he paid for sex, he still made you feel special, and he always made sure you came.

So it was no wonder that whenever he paid the brothel a visit, everyone always clamored to be the one to be with him. But today, he had one person only that he wanted to see.

“Where is she?” he asked the other girls in a kind voice.

The others couldn’t hide the disappointment on their faces when he asked for you by name, but they respected his choice. They held onto the hope that perhaps next time it would be their name on Javier’s lips.

You were in the shadows, away from the others who bounced up to Agent Peña the moment they saw him. But there was an unmistakable spark in your eyes when you looked up and met his gaze. Heat immediately rose from your core and you swallowed hard when he reached up and cupped your chin.

“There you are,” Javier’s voice was low before he closed the gap between your faces and kissed you deeply.

All you could do was moan into his mouth as you dropped the short silk robe that covered your body and clung to his shirt. Every kiss with Javier was like the first time, and he always managed to take your breath away, so matter how hard you fought off the feelings. You felt safe with him, even from the first time you warmed his bed.

“It’s good to see you too, Javi,” you whispered when he broke away.

Javier’s eyes burned into your skin as he took in the sight of you. All that adorned your body was a matching bra and panties set, and nothing was left to the imagination. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat when he swallowed hard as he soaked you in, taking so many unspoken words on the tip of his tongue down.

Suddenly, you felt you skin warm and tingle under his gaze, and you weren’t sure what to make of the look in his eyes, “Shall we head to a room?” you took his hand.

A flip seemed to switch in his head and Javier grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against his chest, “Not today, baby,” he purred, “I want you right here.”

You gasped, “H-here?” you squeaked, caught off guard, “Are you sure?”

He smirked, “I am,” he caressed your body as he nuzzled his nose against the shell of your ear, “Let the others be jealous today.”

Oh, Javier was in a mood, and it made you pussy clench, “Because I’m your favorite?” you asked in a hushed tone as you worked his belt and jeans open.

Javier pulled back enough to look into your eyes but said nothing. Instead, he kissed you again with more fervor. He wouldn’t be the first to use the mattresses that littered the common area of the brothel, but Javier usually preferred privacy whenever he visited. Today, though, there was a fire behind his eyes and he wanted… needed to take you right there in front of everyone.

In a flurry of passions, you suddenly found yourself on the ground on all fours with Javier behind you. You didn’t even remember him pulling your bra off, but your breasts swung free as you felt Javier’s large hands cup them from behind you. The moan you let out echoed throughout the room as the other girls tried their best not to stare.

Javier let you go just for a moment to rip off his shirt and free his cock from his jeans, but his hands were back on you before you could whine at the loss. He ran his hands along your sides until he reached your ass and gave it a firm squeeze. Your mouth dropped open as he slapped the flesh of your ass once.

“Fuck!” you cried out before you could stop yourself.

Javier slapped your ass again and you jolted in pleasure. He rubbed you tenderly before slapping you once more.

“You like that, querida?” he groaned from behind you before he slapped you again.

“Yes,” you breathed.

He let out a low growl before he hooked his fingers into your panties and pushed them aside to reveal your dripping wet pussy, “Fuck, you do like that.”

“Javi…”

A shock ran up your spine as you felt his thick fingers play with your folds. Your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned loudly while Javier rubbed at your clit. Just as you were about to surrender yourself to the pleasure, he slapped you right on your cunt and you let out a loud scream. Vaguely, you felt the eyes of the other girls on you, but when he touched you like that, you couldn’t care less who saw.

“Fuck, baby,” Javier hissed as he stroked his cock a few times before he grabbed your hips.

“Fuck me, Javi,” you sounded pathetic as you begged him, but you didn’t care.

He just growled before he held your hips tightly and pushed into you. Your moans drowned out his own grunts as his cock stretched you out better than anyone else. Your arms shook and threatened to give out, but before you could collapse onto the floor, Javier grabbed you and reeled you back while he pushed himself the rest of the way into you.

Both of you cried out in bliss as he filled you perfectly. Javier wrapped his strong arms around you and kept you pinned to his chest while both of you stayed on your knees on the floor. Too engulfed with need, Javier wasted no time and pounded into you at a fast and harsh pace.

Skin slapped against skin as he held you tight against his body while he thrust his cock into you over and over again. All you could do was throw your head back and cry out in pleasure as he fucked you roughly, just how he knew you liked it. Javier growled in your ear as his gaze flashed across the room to the other girls who tried to look away from the two of you.

Javier moved one arm so that he could grab a handful of your breast while the other snaked down your front so he could rub at your clit again. As he kneaded your breast, he grinded his finger against your clit, he sped up his thrusts into your pussy. You felt too good around him, and Javier needed more.

He soon would get what he wanted, and he knew you were close from the way you clenched around him and screamed even louder. “Fuck! Javi! I’m…”

He groaned your name as he bit down on your shoulder and rocked into you harder until you completely came apart. With a loud cry, you came so hard that you gushed around his cock and your entire body trembled. Javier wouldn’t let you fall, though, and he held you tightly as he fucked you through your orgasm. Vaguely, you heard gasps from around you as the others watched you fall apart under his expert touch.

Javier’s hips stuttered as he lost his rhythm because of your climax. But he quickly recovered and with a groan of your name, he came deep inside you after just a few more thrusts. He squeezed you hard as if he was worried he would lose you if he let you as he spilled himself into you.

With both your climaxes ridden out, Javier slowed his pace until he stilled himself inside you. Both of you panted as you caught your breaths, and Javier kept his grip tight around you as he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, “You’re my favorite.”

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callsign-phoenix · 2 years ago

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I wrote this for a lovely anon, I hope you like it!

It is a Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @blue-aconite for proofreading.

Warnings: cursing, rivalry, it’s fluffy

“You’re just too reckless, Hangman, you’ll find yourself to be scraped off of a mountain sooner rather than later,” Bradley groaned at his fellow pilot as he opened his locker, his neck and flight suit wet with sweat.

Jake was in a similar condition, sweaty and agitated, and too proud to let the comment go.

“Yeah? Well you’ll be dead because you’ll have run out of fuel before making it back. Face it Bradshaw, your death is much more likely than mine, and we both know there’s no one there to miss you,” he countered, getting too carried away with his reply before realising that he might have overdone it.

Jake Seresin was an asshole but he wasn’t heartless, he usually knew when to quit and he stopped talking the moment his retort left his lips.

There was a slight grimace on his face as he glanced at Bradley, his eyes for the first time getting caught by the inside of his locker.

His attention was drawn to a set of pictures, one undoubtedly a sonogram and the other depicting three people sitting on the ground sometime in the summer, Bradley with a pretty girl in his arms and Phoenix sitting a little further to the side.

It was clear that Bradley and the girl were in a relationship by the way his arms wrapped around her waist, and Jake looked away immediately when Bradley saw him staring.

The entire group of aviators showered pretty much in silence until they returned to their lockers, with Jake once again trying to catch a glance at Bradley’s locker.

“Is that your nephew or something, Bradshaw?” He asked, referring to the sonogram, and Bradley took a second to reply.

Jake’s tone wasn’t offensive in the slightest, rather sounding apologetic, so Bradley decided to humour him.

“Those are my sons, actually, Seresin,” he said bluntly, not caring to give too much information.

“They’re due in a month,” he added, busying himself with slipping on his pants and shirt before he looked back at his rival.

Reuben, Mickey and Javy were quick to congratulate him, all asking about his wife or girlfriend while Bob just smiled at him.

But he took a second before he spoke up again, studying the dampened state Jake was in.

Bradley didn’t know why he felt sorry for Jake, but he decided to address him anyways.

“I was actually going to meet my wife and have dinner with Bob and Nat, would you guys want to join?” He asked his coworkers, and all of them happily agreed.

Jake did so as well, setting a hand on his shoulder and nodding at him apologetically.

When Bradley arrived at the restaurant he brought his entire squadron with him.

You were eagerly awaiting him along with Bob and Phoenix, but you were entirely caught off guard when you saw everyone else join them.

Nevertheless a smile spread on your face and you made your way towards Bradley, being embraced by his arms the moment you stopped in front of him.

He pulled you into him enthusiastically but carefully, and kissed your temple affectionately.

“Hey sweetheart, I have a little surprise for you,” he looked down at you with a million dollar grin on his face.

“Everyone, meet my wife,” he said proudly, stepping behind you and encasing you into a hug as he introduced everyone to you.

You were happy to see Phoenix and Bob again but you also enjoyed meeting the others, even if the evening grew more and more exhausting over time.

You were carrying two little overactive people inside you, two small Bradley Bradshaws, it was no wonder that it was exhausting for you.

It was a nice few hours, sharing dinner with people Bradley loved and was close with, people you also instantly loved as well.

There was a lot of laughter and stories shared around the table, until Bradley stood up to make an announcement.

You smiled at him as he took your hand in his to signal that what he had to say was a sentiment the two of you shared.

“Thank you guys so much for being here, it’s a little spontaneous but we couldn’t have planned it any better,” he smiled and everyone else returned that smile.

“We’d like to make an announcement,” he said as he glanced at you, and you nodded, stifling a tired but satisfied yawn.

Bradley smiled at your fatigue, determined to take you home soon.

“Nat, Bob, we thought about it and we couldn’t find better people to be our boys’ godparents. If you would, it’d be an honour,” he addressed your friends, whose smiles couldn’t get any wider.

They were thanking you for the opportunity to be in your children’s lives when Jake raised his voice, an amused expression on his face.

“Are you going to continue Rooster’s unfortunate family tradition?” He asked, making everyone glance at each other uneasily at what he might be getting at.

Jake didn’t let that deter him as he looked straight at you, a wink playing around his eyes.

“Because I’d have suggestions for you, what do you think about Bramwell Jake and Brandy Bob Bradshaw? The little guys wouldn’t know what hit them,” he grinned, and the entire table erupted in laughter.

“I think we’ll be alright,” your husband shot down Jake’s offer of helping to pick out names for your boys.

The smile they shared looked like a peace offering and you squeezed Bradley’s hand that you were still holding at the pride you felt for him in that moment.

He got you back home safely and helped you get ready for bed, helping you out of your clothes and putting your pajamas on for you.

“Thank you for tonight, Brad, it was beautiful,” you told him as you cuddled into him, setting your head on his shoulder to get comfortable to fall asleep.

A yawn instantly left your lips, something Bradley had grown accustomed to and loved to see, it meant that you were entirely comfortable with him.

“Just imagine when our boys are born, the great time we’ll have then. Phoenix and Bob will love them, but I know that everyone else will be absolutely dying to spend some time with them,” he told you, but you didn’t manage more than a small nod and a smile before you fell asleep.

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albertasunrise · 3 years ago

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The Unexpected Gift - Part 3

Masterlist

Summary: When a baby girl is dropped on Javier Peña's doorstep with a note claiming she's his, he's suddenly thrust into fatherhood. With no clue what to do, he will need all the help he can get if he's not to stumble at the first hurdle.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader, Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. This will be 18+ as chapters progress. If you are triggered by anything to do with babies then read at your own risk. (Bit of a slower chapter but its building to something big I promise)

Series Masterlist- Part 1, Part 2

Javier didn't sleep a wink that night. Every hour he would check on María, whether it was her fever or just to see how she was sleeping.

Never, before that night, had he felt fear like he'd experienced till he witnessed his baby having a fit. It was something he'd never expected in a million years he'd ever have to go through and something he'd never forget.

He never thought he'd be a father but now he couldn't imagine not being one.

The following day, he granted a day off of work to care for María, which meant a day alone with his thoughts, and his thoughts were only of you. He was confused about what it was he felt for you. It wasn't the lust he was used to. It was something deeper, more meaningful and it scared him to very his core because Javier Peña didn't feel things like this. He was the Bogota Bachelor.

But he was also a father now.

He wondered if it were possible to change overnight. To suddenly want more out of life than a quick fuck, glass of whisky and a cigarette. He knew there was now. She was staring up at him as he fed her her afternoon bottle. His perfect daughter he may have never known. That thought in itself was enough to make him queazy.

His afternoon was spent on the floor as María rolled around on her playmat, screeching and giggling as Javi smothered her small face with teddy kisses. Then came nap time and with that, more thoughts and feelings. Should he ask you on a date? Would you even want to go on a date with him?

"Perhaps I should stick to being friends for the time being." He said to himself as he finished washing María's bottles.

Evening came around and Javier decided he needed to do something. The thoughts of you were driving him crazy so he hatched a plan. Picking up the phone he dialled your number and waited for you to answer, eyes glued to his daughter as it rang.

"Hello?" Came a voice from the other end and Javier froze a moment.

"Hi." He managed to say, internally scornings his weak greeting.

"Javier... Everything okay?" You asked, tone a little concerned.

"Everything's fine... I um... Well, I wondered if perhaps you wanted to come over for dinner?" He asked, unable to mask his nerves "You know... As a thank you for everything you did for me last night."

"You don't need to do that Javier." You said and he sighed "It's what any human with a heart would have done."

"But I want to." He protested and you sighed "Please. I was going to cook enchiladas."

"Javier Peña can cook... Who knew?" He chuckled at that "Sure okay."

"Great." He said excitedly which grabbed María's attention "Say seven?" He asked, giving his daughter a thumbs up which made her squeal with glee.

"See you then."

"See you then." He repeated, putting down the phone with a large smile on his face.

Sure enough, bang on seven you were at the door. Nervously shifting from one foot to the other before the door opened to reveal a beaming Peña and an excitable María.

"Well someone's feeling a lot better." You said as you gave her a little wave.

"Do you mind grabbing her?" He asked as he practically shover her into your arms "Food needs to come out."

You followed him into the kitchen where the table was set, a bottle of red sat proudly in the centre. You were a little shocked by the effort he'd taken and a small part of you fluttered at the thought that Javier Peña was cooking for you.

But this was just to say thank you... Nothing more.

"She's looking a lot better." You said, noting that María was only looking a little flushed now and her skin was a lot cooler.

"Yeah." He replied as he served the enchiladas onto two plates "Gave me a hell of a scare as you know." He chuckled and you smiled.

"Yeah, Febrile seizures are scary as hell." You concurred "Masie had one when she was about María's age, I honestly went crazy and Phil had to calm me down whilst keeping an eye on the baby. She only had a cold like María but, that didn't make me worry any less."

"I guess that's what happens when you're a parent." He said as he finished up serving the salad, "I swear all I do now is worry." He chuckled as he placed the plates down on the table "Sit, I'll get little miss settled in her rocker whilst we eat."

You did as he asked, smiling over your shoulder as he placed his baby down with such love and care that your heart surged. Here was a man who was known for sleeping with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted and now he was a father.

And a good one at that.

"This all looks delicious." You said as you looked away from him and at the plate of food before you.

"One of the many dishes my mum taught me to cook growing up." He said as he made his way over and sat across from you "Her cooking lessons came in handy when she got sick." He declared as he picked up the bottle of wine and motioned at you.

"Uh, yeah... please." You said shyly, watching as he poured the rich red liquid into your glass "Your mum was sick?"

"Yeah." He replied as he poured his own drink "Back when I was in high school."

"She okay now?"

"She died." He answered plainly and your stomach sank.

"I'm sorry Javier."

"It's okay." He said with a smile "Was a long time ago."

You knew he wanted to change the subject so you pushed no further. Glad just to be in his company whilst you ate the delicious meal he'd made for you.

"My pops was over the moon when he learned he was an Abuelo." Javier chortled "Been trying to get some cover at the ranch so he can fly out here but I dunno if I want him putting himself at risk like that."

"Surely he won't be in much danger?" You said and he scoffed.

"You just don't know with this country anymore." He stated and you sighed.

"I suppose you're right." You conceded "Can't even go to a drug store it seems."

Javier's throat tightened at that and he glanced at you a moment, noting that your shoulders had slumped slightly.

"María's started rolling." He piped up, hoping the change of subject would cheer you up a little.

"Wow!" You exclaimed, looking over your shoulder at her "She'll be crawling next." You chuckled and he sighed

"You're going to have to give me some tips on how to handle that."

"Never got that far." You said and he closed his eyes and inwardly scorned himself.

"Shit I-"

"You didn't know." You said reassuringly "It's fine."

Javier nodded, returning to his food as an awkward silence descended over the two of you. You felt bad for him. It was clear he was trying his hardest and you weren't exactly making it easy for him, so you decided you needed to try too.

"You know my sister sent me this book all about the stages María's hit and will start hitting as she gets older " You started, pulling his attention back to you "Gives you an idea of what to expect each month. If you wanted to borrow it..." You trailed off and he nodded sweetly at you.

"That would be great, thanks."

"No problem." You said with a soft smile.

You ate in relative silence after that before Javier started washing the dishes and you sat with María as she rolled around on the floor, grabbing at any toys she could reach. You chuckled as she tried, in vain, to reach a stuffed horse that you suspected Javier's father had sent her and she screamed and wriggled in delight when you grabbed it for her.

"She loves that horse." The agent chuckled as he dried his hands and walked over to you both "Pops sent it. Said she needs to appreciate where her family came from."

"It's cute." You said as you walked the toy over her round belly before tapping it on her nose as if it was kissing her "I have a bunch of toys and clothes you're welcome to if you want." You started, a little shocked that all of a sudden you were willing to part with the items that once, had belonged to your daughter.

"Oh no... I wouldn't want to take anything of importance." He said, shaking his head and you looked up to see the alarm that was suddenly filling his features.

"It would be comforting to know they're being loved by someone else." You said and his posture relaxed slightly "Especially if that someone else is this little angel." You gushed as you pinched the apple of her cheek.

"Well, I'll confess I've not had a chance to buy her much. A lot of this is Olivia's hand me downs." He admitted after a few short moments and you smiled up at him.

"Then it's settled." You stated "Why don't you pop over after work tomorrow and you can take your pick. Have a lot of larger stuff my family had sent us too so you should be set a while."

"Okay sure." He replied with a nod "It's a date."

Your heart skipped a beat at that statement before you pushed it down. 'It's just a turn of phrase' You thought to yourself as you smiled at him 'You're not pretty enough for Javier Peña'

Javier was having his own internal brain battle.

'Why did you say that?' He scorned internally as you returned to watching you play with his daughter 'You're going to freak her out you idiot.'

"Well, I best be getting back." You said after a few minutes, getting to your feet and grabbing your things "Thanks for dinner."

"You sure?" He asked, not wanting you to leave "It's still early."

"And you have a baby to bath and put to bed." You reminded him and he sighed "Good night Javi."

God, he liked you calling him Javi.

"Good night." He said showing you to the door and waving you off as his stomach did somersaults.

"Nice one Peña." He grumbled under his breath "Scared her off... Pendejo."

...

Dinner became a regular occurrence from that evening on. You'd take it in turns to host each other and through that, a beautiful friendship bloomed but Javier continued to pine for you in private. He knew he needed to earn your trust before even considering attempting anything else with you but, little did he know, someone had caught your eye and you theirs.

"I'm going to have to rain check on dinner Thursday." You said as you helped Javier fold the last of María's clothes.

"Oh yeah?"He said as he glanced at you before grabbing the basket of clean clothes and carrying it to his bedroom "Big plans?" Peña asked as he emerged from the bedroom a few moments later.

"Yeah actually." You said shyly as you bit your bottom lip "I've uh... I've got a date."

Javier's stomach dropped.

"A date?" You nodded, grinning at him before making your way to a screeching María who was sitting and watching the two of you from her playpen "Who's the lucky guy?" He asked as he desperately tried to hide the sourness he felt towards this development.

"Guy called Jason from work." You answered "Works in accounts."

"You're going on a date with an accountant?" Javier scoffed and you threw him a cold glare.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You snapped and suddenly Javier felt put on the spot.

"Nothing." He declared with a shrug before starting to collect the multitude of toys that littered his lounge.

"No, come on." You pushed "You clearly have an opinion on the matter so share it."

"Just, don't they tend to be a little boring?" He teased and you scoffed "That's just the general stigma around them anyway." He said, trying to smooth over the mess he'd made.

"Well, I don't give a shit about any of that." You growled, "He likes me and that's enough for me."

"You should want more cariño." He said and you snorted at that.

"Like what?"

"Passion... excitement... Lust." He started "There's more to life than just being liked."

"Yeah well, I don't have the luxury of those things." You grumbled, picking up María when she reached for you.

"Why?"

"Because those are the sorts of things that are reserved for beautiful people Javier, and I'm not beautiful." You snapped "I'm the chunky secretary with the wonky teeth and bad fashion taste that no one looks twice at."

"Cariño"

"Don't call me that." You growled, "You've never called me that before... don't."

"Okay." He replied, holding his hands up in defeat and knowing better than to argue with you "Sorry."

"It's okay." You huffed and he smirked at you a little before his brows drew together again.

"You deserve all those things and more." He stated and you sighed.

"Well, unless someone like you magically decides he wants to give them to me then I guess I'm shit outa luck." You scoffed "People like me end up with people like Jason. I know what cards I was dealt... been playing them long enough. I'm just lucky that someone else even wants to go out with me, didn't think I ever would after Philip."

Javier wanted to tell you how desperately he wanted to give you all those things. He wanted to show you how beautiful he thought you were but he knew you'd never believe him.

Don't play with me You'd say to him and no matter of arguing would convince you otherwise.

So he chose not to. If he was destined to, just be your friend then he'd have to grin and bear that, no matter how hard that would be.

"Well, I hope you have a good date." He says after a few moments of silence and you nod "Hope he treats you well."

The date came and went and it was nice. Bland, but safe and he took a genuine interest in you which was something you'd not experienced in a while. Not since your husband.

Or Javier, you supposed.

Things between the two of you moved quickly. One date turned to two and then three and then suddenly, your evenings with Javier were replaced with romantic dinners and movies on the couch.

It wasn't full of passion and lust like Javier said it should be but you were okay with that. You were used to that. The sex was fine, good even and you were both left happy sated at the end of it but, there was that small voice in the back of your head that was telling you you wanted more.

Needed more.

Javier watched from the sidelines. It pained him to see you both together. Kissing in the hallways, or holding hands as you arrived together each day. Why was it that before he'd met you, he never saw you around and now you were everywhere he looked?

"She seems happy," Steve stated one afternoon as he watched Jason accompany you out for lunch.

"Mhmm," Javier replied, hoping his partner would drop it.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing." He answered plainly and Steve sneered.

"Bullshit Peña... What's up with you?"

Javier didn't grace him with an answer.

"Is it because you were replaced with Jason 'The Bore' Brown." He teased, which grabbed Javier's attention.

"What?"

"Well with her dating and all... I'm guessing your little dinner dates are over." Muphy elaborated and Javier felt himself start to vibrate "Just you and María now."

"Yup..." He replied, popping the 'P' before slipping out of the office to grab himself a coffee.

He knew Steve was going to be suspicious of why your dating bothered him so much but it wasn't something he had the strength to deal with then and there. He was happy you were happy.

He just hated that it wasn't with him.

He returned a few minutes later with a mug of coffee for him and Steve, hoping it would distract the other agent from the current subject.

"Perhaps you should start dating again." He expressed after a few minutes and Javier sighed.

"Can't you just drop it, Steve?" He grumbled and his partner chuckled at that.

"Look, if you wanna get back out there... do it."

"I have a baby at home Murphy."

"Who we'll be happy to take care of if needs be." He interjected, "You're clearly frustrated so..."

"Steve," Javier warned and the younger agent sighed.

"Just think about it Javi." He said, giving his partner a sympathetic look.

"Okay."

He'd had no intention of taking Steve up on his offer. He couldn't possibly think about dating with everything that was going on in his life and yet as he stepped into the lobby and he heard you moaning from within your apartment, he changed his mind.

A phone call and a short walk later, he found himself at the bar he used to frequent before he'd become a full-time father. He was greeted by the barman like an old friend, and whisky was placed in front of him without asking. It took him no time at all to catch a girl's eye. He bought her a drink, danced with her and seduced her which his hands and lips. Convincing her to come back to his apartment where he fucked her senseless.

The following morning as you waved Jason off, you witnessed this beautiful conquested of Javier's leave. Saw him kiss her breathless before waving her off and locking eyes with you.

"Morning." He said simply, giving you a slight nod before sprinting up the stairs to grab María from the Murphy's.

Is that what passion looked like? You wondered as you stepped back into your apartment and closed the door behind you. You'd seen the way Peña had looked at her. How he's kissed her. That was what was missing from your life and no matter how much you told yourself that safe was fine... you wanted danger.

How could you even begin to broach that with Jason though? How could you ask a man who didn't have a 'bad boy' bone in his body to kiss you and fuck you the way you knew Javier Peña would. You found yourself growing hot at the thought of that.

"Don't do this to yourself." You grumbled to no one in particular "Remember, your the fat friend." You finished as you turned to look at yourself in the mirror, hating the reflection staring back at you.

...

"How was your night?" Steve asked as he helped Javier gather all of Maria's things.

"Was fine." He answered plainly.

"Assuming that you got laid seeing as you didn't come to get her." Steve teased and Javier sighed.

"None of your business Murphy."

"So did."

"Steve, leave the poor man alone." Chided Connie as she walked in with a smiley Olivia in her arms.

"Thanks for having her." Said Javier as he turned to smile at the blonde "How she wasn't too much trouble."

"Not at all." Connie gushed "We had fun didn't we." She said as he stroked the apple of María's cheek with her thumb "Honestly, any time you need a night off."

"Thanks." Javier said as he gave Connie a kind smile "Right, let's go dulzura." He said as he slung her bag over his shoulder and carried her out, glad to have her with him again.

He was not expecting to bump into you again when he came back down. You were dressed in a yellow sundress and your hair flowed past your shoulders. You looked so different. Happier and he felt his heart twist in his chest at the knowledge it wasn't him that had put that smile on your face.

"Hello again." You said with a smile "Went on a date last night?" She asked and Javier shook his head.

"Not exactly." Javier confessed and you nodded as you mouthed 'Oh' in reply.

"Well, she was very beautiful." You started "Glad to see you getting back out there. Need to take time for yourself."

"Right... yeah." He said, unsure of how to respond "I'm not really out there. Was just a spur of the moment thing."

"Right." You replied and then an awkward silence blanketed you both a while.

"How are things going with Jason?"

"Great." You replied, smiling widely "Really great."

"Good." He replied, "I'm glad." Liar

"Well, I should let you go." You said after a few moments and Javier nodded.

Watching as you skipped out the door and down the stairs into the bright sunlight beyond. He stood there a few moments, even though you'd long disappeared from view and it was María huffing in distaste that he finally dragged himself home.

Perhaps he needed to move.

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callsign-joyride · 2 years ago

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You Will Be Found | Javy "Coyote" Machado

Summary: An emergency situation leads you to spend a few days with Coyote. (Basically an "if he wanted to, he would")

Pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x f!reader (no use of Y/N)

Content warnings: Mentions of suicide (no detail of how it happened), angst with somewhat of a happy ending, Jake is an asshole and gets put in his place, jealous!Jake. Although there is no smut, this is strictly for 18+ because of the subject matter.

A/N: I lost a friend to suicide almost two years ago to the date, and it's not something that I talk about often. I didn't plan on my first Coyote imagine being this dark, but it's meaningful to me. That being said, if you or someone you know is having suicidal thoughts, please seek help and dial 9-8-8 if you live in the US. It's the number for the suicide hotline, and it can be texted.

The night had been in full swing. Jake invited you to The Hard Deck with his friends, and it was an invite that you glady accepted. You hadn’t been together for very long - two months, three at the most. Rock Of Ages by Def Leppard played on the jukebox as you showed the Dagger Squad pictures of your eight-week-old niece.

“Um, Kasey’s calling you,” Bradley said. You frowned as you looked at your phone and saw her name and picture come across the screen.

“I gotta take this,” you said. You made your way outside and leaned against the hood of Jake’s car before answering the call.

“Hey, is everything okay? It’s gotta be what, two, three in the morning over there?”

“You remember Tyler, right?” She sounded upset, like she had been crying and was trying to talk in between sobs.

“Yeah, we talked a few weeks ago about what he had planned for his birthday. You’re starting to worry me. What’s going on?”

“Uh, I don’t really know how to… Annie hadn’t heard from him for a few days so she went with Kyle to check on him. He left a note and I wanted you to hear it from us before you saw the posts.”

It couldn’t be. All of you had been friends since high school, and Tyler was always the most optimistic out of everyone. You talked to Kasey for a few minutes before you figured that it Jake and his friends were getting worried by your sudden disappearance. Wiping your tears,you went back inside. Jake was playing pool with Payback and Fanboy, so it was kind of difficult to get his attention.

“I need to talk to you for a few minutes outside,” you said. Jake nodded his head and passed the pool cue to Rooster before following you outside. As you told him everything that you knew about what had just happened, he pulled you in for a hug.

“I told Kasey that I would be on the first flight out tomorrow. I don’t really know when I’ll be back.”

Jake sighed and rubbed your back. He didn’t know your friends, but it was still a shock to hear that you lost someone that you spoke so highly of.

“Look, I’m really sorry that this is happening. I really am. But I can’t go with you. I’ve got this deployment in a week that I have to get ready for but will you text me while you’re back in Philly?”

“Yeah.”

The two of you went back inside and Jake closed his tab before he went over to talk to Javy. You talked to Bob and Rooster about what was going on and why you had to leave early.

“Man, you’re lucky that Phoenix is out sick. If you can’t go with her, at least let me, okay? You know it wouldn’t be a good idea if you just left her alone.”

“Yeah, okay. But only if she’s okay with it. And don’t do anything stupid.”

Jake was the one who drove you to The Hard Deck, and he was the one to take you home. But he didn’t leave until Javy got there with a packed bag. They asked you if he could stay and take Jake’s place for the trip. Maybe saying yes to this wasn’t such a bad idea. Jake gave you a hug and watched as you let Javy into your condo.

“I hope you can fall asleep fast. We gotta be out of here by five,” you said as you kicked your shoes off and made your way to your bedroom. Javy decided to sleep on the couch, so you gave him a blanket and a few pillows before packing your bags and putting them by the door to your room for the morning. You didn’t sleep at all. All you did was watch some of Tyler’s favorite shows and cry. Your alarm went off and you took a quick shower before packing the rest of your belongings.

The flight to Philadelphia was the first time that you had slept. With your phone on airplane mode, there wasn’t anything to do, and there wasn’t anyone to message. You fell asleep with your head on Javy’s shoulder, watching Ghostbusters. He woke you up before the plane was about to land, which was good, because you hated the turbulence. As soon as you got a rental car, you called Kasey and she told you that the two of you could stay in her spare room. Javy wouldn’t let you drive. He jumped in the driver’s seat and passed you his phone before you got the chance to say anything.

When you walked in, all of your friends were sitting in the living room. They got up and greeted you as you introduced them to Javy and briefly mentioned Jake. Kasey told him where the guest room was and you watched as he took everything up the stairs. You sat down with your friends and started discussing the celebration of life, which was something that none of you thought you were ever going to have to do until you were all old. There was going to be a candle light vigil, and the funeral was going to be limited to family.

The vigil was one of the hardest parts. When you greeted his parents, they gave you the note. Javy stood behind you as you read it and started to cry.

“I still don’t understand,” you said as you crawled into the bed.

“I know,” Javy said. You fell asleep in his arms.

By the end of the week, both of you were able to head back to California. You hadn’t really talked to Jake like you said you would, and you could tell that he was mad by the time you had all met up at The Hard Deck. The first thing that he had noticed when he walked in was Javy’s hands on you, and you giggling at something that was said.

“I need to talk to the two of you outside. Now,” he said. Bob and Phoenix watched as the three of you walked outside.

“Alright, now can either of you explain to me what the hell this is?” He asked, as he motioned at you.

“Listen, man. I went to Philly with her like you asked and well, some shit happened. I was there to comfort her, and I think that you really need to not worry about it. You’ve got that deployment in a few-,”

“You fucked my girlfriend?!” Jake exclaimed. You were glad that you were outside, because this whole discussion definitely would’ve ended in a bar fight.

“Oh my God, this is ridiculous. Jake, you know what happened, and you told me that you couldn’t go because you had to get ready for your deployment. You didn’t check in on me to see how I was doing. I needed you in my hardest moment and you weren’t there. You chose not to be there, because you could’ve bought yourself a ticket if you felt like you needed to. I don’t know what got into you, but I’m done putting up with it. Thank you for sending Javy in your place, because he was there for me. He was there for everything. And no, we didn’t have sex since that’s all you seem to be worried about. I’m disappointed in you, Jake. The jealousy is one thing, but during that whole trip, I had to text you. I think you lied to me, too. You’re always here with the guys or at the gym with the guys. There’s no reason why it should take you a week to pack your bags for a month long deployment.”

“Okay, so, you don’t want to be with me but you’ll be with my friend instead?”

“Yeah, because at least I know that he won’t lie and leave me hanging like you did. Not to mention, he doesn’t have the emotional intelligence of a toddler. You’re really living up to your callsign and that’s not a compliment. Good luck on your deployment or whatever. I would tell you to text me but you won’t even do the bare minimum and it shows. Now, I’m going back inside. Try not to beat the shit out of each other.”

Jake and Javy sat on the steps outside. When you walked back in, Phoenix and Bob asked if you were doing okay.

“I’m sorry, man,” Javy said.

“Whatever, just don’t fuck up like I did.”

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cowboy-turtle · 3 years ago

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Revelation

Part 4 of the La Parca series

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader

Words: 4.9k

Tags: ANGST! reader and Javi both being incredibly dumb; fluff; food mention; allusions to sex (in a dream) and masturbation; overall just friend things 🤪

A/N: Happy Emmys Sunday loves! I hope you enjoy this next installment and I'm sorry in advance 😬Songs that go with this part are "Do I Wanna Know" by the Arctic Monkeys and "I Don't Want to Know" by Fleetwood Mac. Category is: indecisiveness!

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You could be just friends with Javier. You had to.

At least, that’s what you told yourself a month ago.

July had slid into August without much fanfare, save for the sun getting inexplicably hotter with every passing cycle. You’d thought it’d get easier, each new day stretching the distance since you’d been with him last, the pillow next to yours slowly losing the scent of him, your floor bare from his clothes scattered about in haste. You’ve gotten over lovers in the past, so you know you have it in you to do it again. Besides, Javier had never actually been your boyfriend. There was no relationship to mourn over.

You’d like to blame that as the problem, then, for why you just can’t seem to get over him. You’d been caught in the in-between, dangling on the what if, just barely tasting the potential of it all, that you’re still trapped in the current of what could have been. Of what never was.

The dreams certainly don’t help your cause, either. There’s something to be said about a hot room affecting them, the vividly cloying realness waking you up in a panting shock, lonesome heart hammering against your clammy sheets. The red digits of your bedside clock mark an ungodly hour in the dark of your room, but you know you won’t be able to fall back asleep anytime soon.

You think your brain is tricking you into believing the sweat that trickled down your neck was his tongue instead, tracing a path it knew so well to your collarbones as his deft hands slid underneath the straps of your sleeping camisole. You groan, disgraced fingers pushing underneath the hem of your underwear to where you’re soaked from more than perspiration. You want to mould yourself back into how you’d been in your dream, sighing out the source of your nightly fantasies. You wish saying his name three times would conjure him up here, doing all the things you’re imagining him to be doing to you now. But when all is said and done, it’s still only you shaking through the last ripples of pleasure alone in your bed.

No, the dreams certainly don’t help. Not when you have to face him the next morning, putting on a friendly smile to make him none the wiser. Javier almost seems keyed into it, though, a sixth sense that you aren’t sure was always there or if you’re only noticing it now as it plagues you with his attention to detail. He waits for you across the street like always, opening the car door for you to slide into the passenger seat, a quick once-over glance to make sure you’re good before he closes it behind you. You try to ignore how his eyes scanning you cause a fevered rush through your body. His hand hovers at the small of your back as you walk together, the heat radiating from his phantom touch shivering up your spine. It makes you sit up straighter at the table, aching to get closer as you lean onto your elbows towards him.

You’re seated at the back of the bakery, tucked into a shadowy corner booth at your insistence. Your knees bump against his, his hand smoothing across your thigh to still the nervous tick of your bouncing leg while you lean towards him to whisper about the men who’ve come to visit your friends this week. You want to ensure you’re not seen, even if the small shop is vacant except for the two workers busy in the back of the store. You can tell he’s slightly entertained by your unnecessary precautions, but he humors you anyway as you slide your waxed paper confection towards him.

“Try a bite.”

He addresses you with a quick look, a small shake of his head as he takes a sip from his steaming paper cup of black coffee. You give him a teasing smile.

“How many roscones are you going to buy for me until you try one?” You nudge closer to him, hoping to entice him towards it. Today’s filling is whipped cream, a heaping mound delicately placed between the two rings of sweet bread. “C’mon, this one’s my favorite.”

He doesn’t move any nearer though, amusement glimmering in his dark eyes as the lone dimple of his right cheek threatens to emerge. You bat your eyelashes, feigning dramatics.

“Please?” you attempt again. “For me?”

Something almost undetectable flashes across his face as he removes his hand from your leg. Your heart sinks, realizing you may have gone too far. You open your mouth to apologize, for what you’re not exactly sure, but then he’s only using this free hand to pick up your baked offering. He gives you another resigned frown before he sinks his teeth down to take a bite, his eyes closing as he chews. You appreciate the look of enjoyment that softens his features for a moment before you let out a small noise you weren’t quick enough to contain. Edges of whipped cream have caught on the corner of his mustache, and you can’t help but laugh at the image before you. Such a serious man with a bit of cream on his trimmed stache looks back at you, his lower lip pouting as you try to cover your smile.

“What is it?” he asks, eyes squinted in mock indignation.

You lean to wipe off the offending blotch for him, presenting your finger to show Javi the source of your laughter. You move to clean up when Javier reaches for you instead. He catches your wrist, keeping you hovering in the half-distance as he maintains eye contact. The searing touch of his hand stills you before he slowly draws your finger back towards him. His lips part to wrap around the digit, and you quiet a gasp as you feel his tongue slide against your skin. You wonder for a brief second if he can tell where that finger was just hours ago, and the thought makes you burn in your seat. He sucks the cream off, pulling your finger out of his mouth with a small pop as his eyes smolder into yours. You watch him intently, the early morning emptiness inside of the cafe suddenly feeling suffocating. And you liked it.

The twinkle of the bell above the entrance marking a new customer reminds you to breathe in a shaky inhale.

“We should get going,” Javi finally says, dropping your hand as he casually checks the watch on his other wrist. He slides out of the booth first, waiting for you to join him on unsteady legs. Suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore, your pastry forgotten on the table with a singular bite taken out of it.

You resolve not to tell the girls about this the next time you see them, gathering at Carmen’s apartment for the season premiere of your favorite telenovela. The drama unfolds onscreen to the gasps and whispers of your friends who laugh together during the commercial breaks, but each swell of music before a new revelation does little to hold your attention. You don’t even notice you’ve been unusually quiet until Carmen comes to lie across your lap, poking your cheek for attention while Vanessa disappears into the bathroom.

“You’d tell me if you guys were fucking again, right?”

“What?” The flash of panic that startles in your eyes has her perking up with interest, but you quickly shake your head. “No, no I…” you pause for a regrouping breath, “we’re still just friends, okay?”

She pouts back down with a sigh, reaching to play absentmindedly with the hem of your shirt before looking back at you with a mischievous grin. “But how’d you know who I was asking about?”

You roll your eyes. “You only ever ask about one guy, Carmen.”

“Well yeah,” she huffs at you like it’s obvious, “because it’s clear how bad you still want to jump his bones. Whenever Vanessa brings up his name are the only times you look like you’re listening to her.”

“Yeah, well...Vanessa talks a lot,” you try to argue but Carmen’s glance tells you she’s not buying it. Your head falls against the back cushion of her couch while you let out an irritated groan, closing your eyes.

“Okay. He made a promise he’d stop going to brothels, and maybe I just want to make sure he’s even following through with it.”

“Have you considered, mmm, I don’t know, asking him?” You loll your head back down to glare at Carmen.

“Asking him what?” Vanessa returns to her spot on the couch, leaning across you both to grab a handful of popcorn.

“She thinks Javier is still going to brothels, which,” Carmen looks back up at you, “why does that matter to you anyway?”

You shift in your seat. “It’s for...the other girls, to keep them safe.”

Vanessa and Carmen exchange a look. “Right,” Carmen coughs and you bounce your leg to jostle her slightly.

“Well he hasn’t been coming to mine,” Vanessa offers, shrugging.

“Or mine,” Carmen adds. You have to look away from her, hoping she didn’t catch the flicker in your eyes at what this might mean. Sure, he was only listening to what you asked of him (which in and of itself sparked something inside you, that he would do this for you), but surely there was no harm in letting a small part of yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, he was doing it for a bigger reason.

Carmen shimmies in your lap. “So, I’ll be the first one to know when you sleep with him again, right?”

You’re saved by the familiar theme music of the show returning. “Sorry, commercial break’s over,” you murmur to her as you avert your eyes back up to the television set.

Carmen snorts. “Oh please, you haven’t been paying attention this whole time. Your favorite character came back from the dead and you didn’t even notice.”

“What?!”

Vanessa shushes you both, waving a hand in your direction with her eyes glued to the screen. You fake deeply vested interest in the program to avoid Carmen’s lingering gaze on you until she gives up, rolling off your lap to sit back up for the show.

You have to miss the release of the next episode due to a deadline, elbows digging into the corners of the textbook you’re hunched over when the trill of your telephone draws you off the page. You rise up from your seated position on the floor in front of the coffee table, joints cracking from their inactivity of the past hours as you shuffle into the kitchen.

“Hello?”

“Cariño.”

“Javi,” you want it to come out like a warning but you can’t hide the warmth that invades your voice, pressing the phone into your shoulder as you lean into the archway. “Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry,” his voice sounding anything but apologetic as he chuckles. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No,” you try to sound casual, twirling your finger in the curlicues of the telephone cord. “What do you need?”

“I’m actually calling,” he sighs, “because I can’t pick you up tomorrow morning. I’ve got a work thing.”

Disappointment slumps into your chest, burrowing against your heart.

“I’m sorry,” he adds on quickly, “promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You snap out of it, willing nonchalance back into your voice as you distract yourself by scanning the contents of your fridge. “Yeah, no, it’s okay. I can just take the bus again.”

There’s a pause on the other end that has your hand stilling against a carton of orange juice in expectation.

“Is everything okay?” he eventually asks.

You stiffen, once again caught off guard by how perceptive this man could be. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know,” he shifts the phone to his other side, growing more attentive. “You just sound...different.”

Well, Javi, you close your eyes, gripping the phone, every time I see you I want to kiss you but it’s my own damn fault I can’t and I don’t know how to tell you that.

“It’s nothing,” you settle on the empty words, closing your fridge a little too hard. “I’m just...distracted. It’s been a stressful week and I’m too tired to cook and—”

You stop yourself, your throat tightening in sudden guilt. Here you were complaining from the comfort of your kitchen while Javier was still at work for however much longer, the auditory flurry of busy phones and frenetic footsteps and hushed commands an indication it wouldn’t be anytime soon.

“Sorry,” you begin, your voice thick with atonement. “I—”

“Will you be free in an hour?” he interrupts, and you can hear papers shifting and a drawer opening in the background. “I mean, if you want company right now.”

“I…” you shift your weight to one hip, lips forming into a smile of their own accord. “Yeah, I think so?”

“Good. You hungry?”

And that’s how he arrives at your door as the last of the sunlight dies behind your windowsill. He carries a large brown paper bag he deposits on your dining table, reaching in to unload cartons of takeout.

“Javi,” you laugh, “are we feeding an army?”

He stops for a moment, inspecting the spread he’s assembled. “Well, now you’ll have leftovers.” He looks at you, a smile playing in his eyes, and you hide your responding grin by going into the kitchen to retrieve plates.

The coffee table is cleared of your piles of paperwork as you settle into the couch, Javier’s leather jacket folded over one of the armrests. You turn to him as he props his feet up, plate balancing in his lap.

“Do you watch television?”

The staticky screen of your old set flickers alive to the second half of your show, the puzzle pieces of half-missing plot somewhat hard to assemble as you chew silently together. You’re invested in the payout of last week’s reveal of a long-lost sibling when you feel his eyes on you.

You turn to address him and almost regret it, the darkness of his eyes simmering into yours. They’re full of such a deep want you’re afraid you’ll fall in if you weren’t careful. You feel suspended in this moment, like your next move is going to be just as important as the character’s decision onscreen. You can barely hear their dialogue over the sound of your heart hammering in your ears.

“What?” you finally breathe out, waiting for him. Wanting him to read the way your eyes dart between his in response, begging him to end your misery. The air is heavy with unspoken words as you will him to close the distance between you, to make you flush from his usual quips whispered into your ear.

You regard each other for a moment. Then another. Then it’s like he remembers himself, head shaking before he looks away.

“It’s nothing.”

You want so badly to set your plate down, to reach for him. It’s not nothing. Instead you squeeze and flex your fingers resting at your side, like you can shake off the palpable desire beating in your veins. Your mind had tricked you into slowing down these seconds and now you push it to work at a normal pace again, grasping at straws to find a neutral subject.

“F-Freckles says hi.” You wince at the crack in your voice that stumbles on her alias. Javier lets out a chuckle of disbelief.

“Hello Freckles.”

“She hasn’t seen you around lately?”

His eyes dart back to you for a second, clearly seeing through your shammy ruse. “Why would she?”

You shrug, turning back to the television screen. “Business is business.”

“I’m sure she has more than enough clients. Besides,” he leans towards you, face tilted until you’re forced to address him again, “the same intel she would’ve told me is what you already have for me, right?”

You blink. “Right.”

“Then why would I go?”

You smooth your clammy palms against your legs in an attempt to calm yourself. “Why do people normally go to brothels, Javi?”

He heaves a silent sigh, shifting away from you to place his plate on the coffee table. “You asked me to stop going,” his voice is soft now, eyes downcast towards the table. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Yeah.”

“Then that’s what I’m doing.”

You wait for him to continue, to offer up some sort of explanation further than just his commitment to following your request. To jokingly guilt you for taking something away from him without offering anything in return.

But he remains silent instead. He crosses his arms, settling his back into your sofa as his foot bumps against yours while he readjusts to look at the television again. And that’s when a new thought materializes. He wasn’t expecting anything more from you. No advances, no innuendos, he was simply there just to see you. He’d chosen to be here for the sole purpose of enjoying your company, even if the circumstances have changed.

You swallow around a lump of sudden emotion. “Thank you.”

He glances over to you. “For what?”

You reach for his hand but falter, detouring at the last second to grab another napkin from the pile between you. You don’t know how to put it into words, so you shake your head.

“It’s nothing.”

You have no recollection of how the episode ends, the next program starting immediately after as conflicting thoughts stew in your brain. You’re barely paying attention to your surroundings until you hear a soft grunt next to you, Javier’s leg twitching unconsciously. You look over to find him fast asleep, arms still crossed over his chest like he’s shielding himself in this vulnerable state.

You take this chance to let yourself blatantly survey his face. The dark fringe of his lashes dusting the top of his pronounced cheekbones, lips pursed slightly in a deep exhale. You’ve never seen him so peaceful, so content, but then his eyebrow trembles slightly, caught up in a dream and you think oh, no, you would do anything to smooth the worry line that disappears after he resettles.

You slide off the couch slowly to collect your plates, tiptoeing to the kitchen sink that you lean against to contemplate your next move. He’s never slept over before, but you’d be remiss to wake him now. Surely he must be exhausted, and if you could offer him anything it’d be a good night’s rest.

You slip back into the living room, trying to keep your steps light as a feather. You pull a shabby excuse of a blanket off the back of the couch and place it gingerly across his shoulders, smoothing it down him as you kneel in front of the couch. You reach with nimble fingers to begin untying the laces of his boots propped up on your coffee table, shimmying one off when he stirs. You stop, frozen. You draw your eyes up the length of his body until you meet his drowsy, half-opened ones looking back at you.

You stare at him for what feels like an eternity, a deer caught in his headlights.

“What are you doing?” his voice is thick with sleep before he clears his throat.

You slowly retreat your hands back into your lap. “I was just...taking off your shoes.”

His brow quirks in question and you fumble over your words to continue. “You fell asleep and, and I didn’t want to disturb you. But I just...wanted to make sure you were comfortable.”

You wait for his answer, squeezing one hand into the other. But he just stares at you and you’ve never seen his eyes so...soft. So round and so dark, shining at you in the dim flicker of your television set.

“I hope that’s okay,” you tack on belatedly, anything to fill the silence between you. Gradually, Javier slides his feet off their perch, sitting up from the couch as his face comes towards yours. You suck in a breath, stilling yourself as his eyes never leave yours.

Then, he looks away. “I should get going.”

Your heart has never deflated this quickly as he stands, shifting the blanket onto the next cushion and offering a hand to help you up. You purse your lips in worry.

“It’s late, you don’t have to.”

He shakes his head, dropping your hand the second you’re upright. “I don’t want to overextend my welcome.”

“You wouldn’t be.” You reach for him but he’s already walking towards the front door.

“Well, I’ve got an early morning tomorrow.”

“Javi—”

“Please.” He turns then to look at you, eyes battling something just underneath. His hand grips the doorknob a little too tightly. “Let’s just say goodnight.”

His tone offers no room for rebuttal, so you simply nod in defeat and walk towards him. He’s quiet as he opens the door once you reach the entryway, turning back to you when he’s safely in the hallway. You feel like you’ve overstepped the boundaries of your friendship by the way his face is unreadable as he looks at you.

“I’m sorry.”

You watch him soften as he registers your words, the sadness in your eyes slowly coloring his. He reaches for you then, pulling you across the doorway as his arms wrap around you.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he murmurs into your hair as you settle into his chest. You lean into him, hugging around his torso with a squeeze.

You can’t help it, not with him being this close to you. You inhale deeply and bask in the warmth of his skin you’ve missed, the musky scent of his cologne embedded in the curve of his neck. You ache to get closer, your face rubbing into him until your lips accidentally brush against his skin.

You feel more than hear his breath hitch, his body becoming rigid underneath you. You freeze there for what feels like a minute, heart racing as you wonder what he’s going to do next.

You feel his lips on your forehead, and then you’re being drawn away from him.

“Goodnight, cariñ—” Javier stops, closing his eyes, looking as if he’s trying to compose himself.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, a half-hearted smile forming tightly on his lips to smooth over his mistake. “Old habits.”

“It’s okay.” Your voice falters in the rush to get your words out, but he still moves away from you, hands dropping off your shoulders once you’re at arm's length.

“I’ll...I’ll see you later.” Javier looks at you then, giving you a single nod. His name plays on the tip of your tongue, but you find yourself only able to nod back. He turns before you have a moment to reconsider, walking down your hallway with head hung low in deep thought. You’re not sure how long you stand there in your doorway, a dull, empty pang in your chest, until you hear the applause of a late night talk show’s audience filter out from your television to mark the hour.

You shuffle back into your empty apartment, the small room suddenly feeling too large by yourself. You go to turn off the television when you notice dark leather still strewn on your couch. Your arm extends to grab it before you’re processing your actions, fingers sliding against the leather as you pull Javier’s jacket to your chest. You look around like the ghost of him has already come back for it, ear perked in waiting for a knock at the door.

And what if he does come back? What if you still see the depth of sadness pooling in his eyes? How would you be able to see him again like that without holding his face, bringing it towards yours as you finally let go?

You sink back into the couch with his jacket cradled in your arms. It wouldn’t hurt to stay up a bit longer, just in the off chance he’ll come to retrieve it. You bring the collar up to your face, inhaling the scent of him deeply, all spice and smoke and the singular scent that is him has you melting into the cushions. If he comes back for this, who’s to say you weren’t going to softly brush your lips against his the way you’re doing now against the leather. Yes, if he came back, it’d be a sign. And you weren’t going to stop yourself if it happened.

So you wait, wondering where he might be. You consider getting up to call him but dialing him at this hour, after the way you left things off, would certainly come across a touch desperate.

And so you keep waiting. Where is he, you wonder. Hopefully sound asleep, not wondering where his jacket could be while you held onto it like a life preserver, dreary eyes struggling to stay awake a little while longer.

And so you think you’re still waiting, but you startle when you start to tip over, unaware you’d begun to doze off. You don’t have to check the clock to know how close to dawn you are now, trudging into your bedroom with his jacket in tow.

You stop in front of your mirror, contemplating for a second as the jacket unfolds in your hands before you’re sliding your arms into the sleeves. You hope to feel a shadow of his warmth as you hug it closer to yourself, but it only brings back unwelcome memories of the promises you gave the last time you wore it.

You like it on me?

You shiver and pull the jacket off, hoping the bitter taste in your mouth leaves with it. You let it crumple into a heap at the corner of your bedroom, but it’s still within eyesight later as you toss and turn in bed. You sigh, resigned, lonely fingers reaching to pull it into bed with you. You shove your hand into a pocket and take out the pack of cigarettes pressed into your side, sticking it next to the cleaned out ashtray now collecting dust on your nightstand.

You’ll give the jacket to him the next time you see him, you resolve, eyes closing as you hug it closer to you, curling into it, wishing it was occupied now with its owner. He just doesn’t need to know what happened in the interim.

When you dream that night, it’s not your regular ones about him that have you waking up in a sweat. No, this time it’s only of his eyes. His eyes looking at you before he’s turning away from your door. And no matter how many times you call his name, he doesn’t turn back.

As you wake in the early dawn of the next morning, the fleeting remnants of your dream have you stretching out your hand in search of him. When your fingers come in contact with the cool zipper of his jacket instead, realization cracks through you. That’s right. That part hadn’t been another one of your dreams. And that’s when your resolve finally breaks.

Fuck. This. You sit up, stomach twisting into itself. What were you doing? Why were you doing it? You’d been so afraid of getting in too deep, of getting hurt, that you were only making it harder on yourself in the end. You were sick of playing this fucked up game with yourself, even if you were the one who made the rules. You only allowed yourself to get close, but not too close, so you wouldn’t get hurt. But what could be worse than this intolerably empty ache that’s taken up residence in your chest? You’d kept yourself on this diving board for too long, knowing you wanted to jump but too scared to do it. It was now or never.

You don’t even register you’re pacing your room until you catch your reflection, eyes wild from this revelation. It’s then that you fully realize. You were inexplicably, unfathomably, royally fucked. Regardless of the outcome, regardless of how he was going to react, you had to tell him.

But you knew who you had to talk to first. You slip the jacket back onto your shoulders, already imagining Carmen’s face when she sees you wearing it. She always gave the best advice, though, so she’ll know what to do, what to say.

Because you know if you faced him right now, you’d just pull him into a kiss without a second thought. The idea of doing this so shamelessly has you almost laughing as you hurry down the street, imagining his reaction. You’ve never felt this light before, like you’ve shed off all the weight of your poor choices until you’re left with a singular answer. Javier.

You’re bounding up the steps to the second floor, eyes dancing with such delight that you’re not even annoyed by a public display of affection in the hallway. A couple in a passionate embrace is blocking your path to Carmen’s door, so engrossed they don’t notice you until you clear your throat with an impatient cough. They break apart, his lips still searching hers for a moment before turning to address you.

You meet the eyes of your tall, dark stranger staring back at you, his arms still wrapped around another woman’s waist.

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arduadastra · 4 years ago

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69’ing with din but with him on top??? Yes??

This ran away with me because, this prompt? DELICIOUS. It starts real smutty but it ended softly. I have no regrets. It's been a while since I wrote smut so enjoy my filth fest!

Warnings: Slight Dom/Sub, Oral (F and M receiving) swearing, reader being bratty and after sex fluff.

Want something? Ask me here! I write Din, Javi, Ezra, Max P, Frankie, Oberyn and Whiskey.

1.6K - I mean...who knew I was such a hoe for dom Din?

MAJOR NSFW

What an awful fucking day.

Din had sent you out to the local market to pick up food for the next hyperspace jump and somehow you had come back with less than you started with.

When you got there, which took an hour because your speeder had broken down, you realised you had half the credits you actually needed because the other half was still on the ship.

To make matters worse, some twi'lek asshole decided to run into you which made you drop half the fruit you had bought and smash it on the ground below.

As you trekked back, indignant and defeated, you were seething. How can one person royally fuck up that bad? At a simple task nonetheless?

God, Mando was gonna be pissed.

As the ramp lowered you stood, shouldering the few remaining items you could actually buy and you see him waiting for you. He’s got the child cradled in one arm and another on his hip.

You’d almost laugh at the posture if you weren’t so pissed off.

“What took you so long?”

You laughed humourlessly and shoved past him, he grunts and plants his feet, “Hey!”

You swing around, dropping your bag on the floor and point at him, finger hitting his chest plate, “It’s your fault! You said you’d fixed the speeder.”

He says nothing, just drops the child to the ground and stands up straight. “It fucking broke within ten minutes, I had to walk the rest of the way.” You continue, voice rising, “THEN this asshole ran into me and I dropped everything. Didn’t even get much in the first place because I left half the fucking credits here!”

You curse and tug at your hair, walking away from him now, “Fuck, I didn’t even get those cookies you wanted!" You kicked the crest wall and winced at the pain that shot up your leg.

Mando, as always, was a silent observer of your meltdown. He never spoke unless he had to and in all the years you had known him, you’re not sure he’s ever witnessed an outburst from you.

It had just been a shitty day.

“And!” You continue, pointing at him, “You decided that landing on a planet that’s 1000 degrees in the shade was somehow a good plan. I could barely breathe out there, you didn’t think to check the ground temperature, idiot?!”

That got his attention. Immediately you knew you’d fucked up.

It’s one thing to yell at him but to insult his planning skills? His intelligence? Yeah, that’s game over.

He tilts his head slightly before pressing his vambrace, closing the ramp. He then takes three very measured steps towards you as you back away, your legs hitting the bunk. He stares at you for a long time. His chest barely moves and you suddenly understand why so many cower in the face of him.

His voice is deadly, “Is that anyway to speak to me, adika?”

You sit, “No.” You don’t apologise though, you won’t give him the satisfaction.

He nods once, noting your lack of apology. He is a wall of beskar and silent rage. His voice continues, deeper even through the helmet’s filter “You think I can’t fix a speeder?"

You shake your head.

He crosses his arms, even from a distance he’s an imposing force and you feel yourself heat at the display of dominance, “You think can speak to me like that? Call me an idiot?”

You look down, loving the heat of his gaze on you. You squeeze your thighs together “I was angry. I didn’t mean it."

He leans in at that, a hand bracing on the bed beside you and another coming up to rest at the back of your neck, tilting it and baring you to him.

He rumbles in your ear, “So how are you gonna make it up to me?"

You whimper and grab at his bicep, “Anything, I’ll do anything. I’ll be good.”

You hear him chuckle darkly, “You better be.”

You lie back, hair fanning across the bed as you undo your shirt and drop it to the floor. You see his helmet tilt down at your exposed breasts and you groan, “Touch me, please.” Your hands reach for him but he shakes his head, his eyes still focused on your chest. “That would be rewarding you Mesh'la, you haven’t earn't me yet.”

He does begin to take off his beskar though, standing above you as he slowly strips and helpless to do anything but watch. He removes the lower half of his flight suit and you feel yourself flood at the sight of his hard cock.

He takes himself in his hand and groans, tilting his head back and exposing the olive-skinned line of his throat. You can’t help but move your hand downwards at the sight but he catches you.

Quickly, he grips your hand and pins it above your head, the other still running against his dick, “uh uh…good girls listen to orders. So strip, but don’t you dare touch yourself.”

Maker, you loved it when he told you what to do.

You pulled down the rest of your clothing and couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine as you saw his cock glisten at the action.

“Please, please let me-“

“What? What do you want?”

You whine, “Your cock, please Mando.”

He stops, and brackets himself above you, hand hovering on the light switch, “Say my name.”

You moan, “Din.”

He clicks the switch.

You gasp at the sudden loss of sight and feel Din moving above you. You also hear the familiar hiss of a helmet being removed and you crane yourself upwards for a kiss. You feel him graze his stubbled jaw across your face, you ache to feel his lips. Din kissed like a man crazed and you needed it.

It never comes.

Instead, you feel him smile against your cheek before flipping himself over, his cock suddenly slipping between your lips. You groan as he thrusts downwards and you suck hard, “You said you wanted my cock mesh’la.”

You feel his hair fall forward against your mound and you whimper around the thickness in your mouth. You feel his hot breath fan your wet clit and you rise your hips to feel more but he lifts away. You grip his waist.

He pushes further into your mouth and you exhale harshly as he starts his rhythm. It's punishing and bruising and you feel him in your throat. You’re powerless below him.

You love it.

And you know he does too.

He grunts above you, hand fisting in the sheets while the other runs up your thigh, he teases the apex and you kick your leg out.

He grips your ankle with a firm hand and groans as you swirl your tongue around his head, precum bursting out as you do, “Maker. Good girl, such a good girl for me.”

His finger enters you suddenly and you release him from your mouth with a cry, absolutely soaking his fingers in the process. You hear him suck on them when he takes them out and you moan at the image.

It’s moments like this you wished you could see his face. You wonder what he would look like with your arousal all over his chin, how his eyes would darken as he entered you. You imagine him with dark eyes, there’s no way a man like Din doesn’t have dark eyes. You run your hands up and down his chest, flight suit still covering most of him but your feel the hard planes of muscle under your fingertips and you just wish he would fucking touch you already.

No sooner did you think that he speaks roughly, “I think you’ve apologised enough Cyar’ika.” and spears your pussy with his tongue.

You cry again and he thrusts his cock in your mouth to shut you up. Din is relentless, all those years with a helmet would make you think he would be timid when it came to eating you out.

You couldn’t be more wrong. He was a man possessed as he gripped your thighs and spread you below him and you feel the heat sear in your gut at the hungry display.

He turns his head and sucks a bruise into your thigh, nose brushing your folds and you whine at the burn of his moustache against your sensitive core, “that’s it, cum for me. Cum for your riduur.”

You hadn’t heard that last word before but it sets you off as he laps at your release, moaning around his cock in the process.

“Shit, Shit I-I” Din gasps and you feel his own orgasm fill your mouth, swallowing it down and letting him go with a loud 'pop.’

You gasp and hear him flop next to you, head still down by your feet. After a few minutes catching your breath you lean up on your forearms, looking down at where you assume his face to be, “What did that mean?”

Din stays silent a fraction too long and you raise an eyebrow, “Din?”

“Mhmm.”

You roll your eyes and prod him in the leg, “That word! What did it mean?”

You hear him shuffle around and soon his head is next to yours. While you can’t see him you can tell he’s stalling, “Means a lot of things.”

You wait, turning your head ever so slightly towards him and you feel his breath fan your face, “tell me.”

His hand comes up and grazes your cheek as he softly presses a kiss to your lips and murmurs, “it can mean partner but...” He kisses you again, “I’d like it to mean spouse .”

Your heart soars, “As in?”

“Husband and wife. If you’d like that.”

You kiss him back, hard and press him onto his back, “I’d definitely like that. Riduur”

Din smiles.

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thesolotomyhan · 4 years ago

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joining the dea and javier peña falling for you would include

a/n: first javier request and my soft clown ass did her best to bring this request justice for you corazoncitos,, wow anyways pls love me either way if this is actual garbage

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ok so when i thought about this- my mind went straight to a slow b u r n relationship :))

because all i can think about is him not even realizing the moment where you- the very person hes been trying to avoid since day one- holds his entire heart in your hands

like him coming to the point where he notices hes so deep in love with you the very second he stared at you a little longer than usual,,

not paying attention to what you said even though he was staring straight at your lips-

and hes just over here like “fuck me,, this cant be happening-”

i laugh because i know he would start to get all nervous around you,,

his tie feeling like its choking him when he tries to talk to you, becoming tongue tied,, when he had literally zero problems before talking with you-

his palms sweating and getting so frustrated with himself,, especially when he looks over at you when you laugh at something steve or horacio said to you-

just wanting you to be laughing at something he said instead-

just the literal exact opposite feelings hes been trying to push away and convince himself he doesnt have has him beyond done with himself at this point because he knows theres no way out of this-

because?? since when the fuck ever did the javier pena start getting nervous around trying to talk to a woman and much less the person that hes supposed to be working with,, thats what pisses him off-

and i would imagine him having this closed off connection with you since the first step you took in the office

because i have this thought in my head where javier wouldnt have liked the news of you joining the dea in colombia when he first heard about it

bc theres already so much stress going on from trying to catch escobar,,

and hes not about to have to train and catch your rookie ass up to them ya feel?

but woW does he realize he has it all fucking backwards about you when steve introduces you to javi when you get there-

like im not going to lie,, i can feel it in my bones that javier wouldnt really care when both you and steve are standing in front of him

i can just imagine him just glancing up,, looking you over once and just brushing you off,,

just giving you a short hello with like a forced smile and getting up,, grazing past you two-

and steves over here rolling his eyes like “dont listen to him, he can be an asshole,, but youll get used to it-”

i dont know- i get the feeling that you and steve would get along well since the start,, like the two of you becoming best friends:)

because he knows what its like to be in a different country and even more, what its like to be the rookie

so hes just having you always stick with him all the time,, being dea buddies :)) wow

but also having a good relationship with carrillo because i just know he would see something in you-

youre not the one to be a goody-two shoes like steve in the beginning and just by hanging around with you for 5 minutes,, he already loves you and is always with you on missions,,

like you becoming one of the people he trusts the most in the group :)

just- you befriending the whole office to the point everyone would come to you for literally anything-

i laugh imagining javiers amargado ass always being annoyed af by that,, because weve seen this man stress tf over escobar and bernas bs hes always pulling-

and hes just trying to be serious for once and not have this whole case drag on any longer than it has to the point where people dont come to him anymore-

but listen- i can see you having this attitude with him all the time,, like challenging him everytime you interact with him,,

literally not giving 2 shits if he listens to you,, just getting under his skin and steves over here already on your side no matter what-

i cant- imagining him giving you an attitude back,, pushing you away and sending you with murphy but

:(( even tho he wont ever admit it then,, :( he lives for bantering with you because those would come to be the highlights of his day :((

like in those moments he slowly starts to realize unconsciously he doesnt hate you at all,, he just doesnt know how to handle these feelings he has for you because he gives me vibes of him never settling down-

but here he fucking is,, not even noticing that hes constantly looking at you,, sitting up straight when he sees you start to walk over to him :(

or like him muttering to himself,, trying to convince his mind that he doesnt and shouldnt see you in a romantic way-

but he just can’t help stop thinking about you,, the way you smiled at him that morning or that you chose to sit by him during a meeting-

i dont know- im just emotional at the thought of him being so hopelessly in love with you,, like not even fighting it anymore because he cant

just him slowly coming around to being near you all the time,, and maybe just checking up on you,,

i CRY at thought of him becoming your number one hype man :((

like him yelling at everyone to shut up and listen to you when you have something to say about information-

the both of you smiling to each other,, like him nodding in your direction because he has your back :)) wow i aM SOFT

im fucking sorry but the way he has literal HEART EYES watching you talk in front of everyone,,

not even paying attention to what youre saying just focusing on the way hes never noticed the little details about you- i

this bitch is literally in a haze,, focusing all of his attention on you,,

like he doesnt even notice when steve looks over at him and back to you,, smile on his face when he realizes what javis thinking about-

i cant- and him elbowing javiers side when you finish talking because hes not even moving from his spot,, still too embobado watching you like

“you fucking like her dont you?”-

:((HOLD ON?? - I SOB at the thought of steve being the wingman because he just wants the best for both of his friends,,,

he makes it his fucking mission to get you two together- :((

like im imagining him being the type to give you a note or something from carrillo or messina-

telling you to pass it on to javier even tho he’s literally like 4 feet away from you both lol

like hes just trying to push you two to spend more time together as much as possible-

woW because can you imagine you giving javier these smALL HEART EYES AS YOU WALK UP TO HIM,,

the two of you being stuck to the floor when youre giving him the note,, both of you waiting for the other to make a move first,,

neither of you being able to get 2 words out to eachother even though you both would banter with each other before but now?? its a difference feel

and all the while steve is over here next to carrillo,, the both of them betting which of you two is going to do something first lmao

god im sorry but im :(( imagining you giving him a small smile and walking away buT javiers not even looking at the note because hes over here standing there,, not moving a single muscle,, just watchinG YOU LEAVE WITH THE BIGGEST HEART EYES WHEN YOURE NOT LOOKING AT HIM ANYMORE- :(((

oh my god, wow can you imagine steve getting connie in on this because hes just so done waiting and watching you both fucking struggle to get 4 words out to eachother- so much p i n n i n g

so like the two of them would definitely do this double date just to get the two of you together outside of work :))

but:) they would skip :)) halfway through the date or just not show up at all :)))

and have you and javier go on :)the date alone :)) so its just the two of you :) WOW

listen i dont make the rules but you and javier definitely walk in the next day together,, holding fucking hands perhaps?? im- i need to go sob

#narcos imagine #narcos imagines #javier peña x reader #javier pena x reader #narcos #javier peña #javier pena

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lowlights · 3 years ago

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You Look Like Rain Pt.1

Pairings: Pero x Reader, Oberyn x Reader, Ezra x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: 18+ Adult situations. Varying levels of angst. Nothing explicit. Some idiots behaving badly (not our men).

I have loved this song by Morphine for almost 20 years. It is simple, sexy, and raw, and I wanted to write some ficlets from our favorite Pedro boys inspired by this song. Some reference the lyrics directly, some indirectly, and some are just inspired by how the song makes me feel. I invite you to listen and then dive in. These are the first three, I will post the second three in another post perhaps.

Part 2 HERE ft. Javi P and Frankie

Song and ficlets featuring Pero, Oberyn, and Ezra under the cut.

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(Lyrics)

Pero

You’ve been traveling together in your small band for several weeks, finding strength in numbers as you move from town to town. The men were sell-swords, fabricators, and guards for hire. You and the two other women sold your homemade salves, tinctures, and other creations. Every night, you all crowded around the fire and told exaggerated tales. Well, everyone but Tovar. He always sat by the flames, silently scowling and eating. He paid no mind to anyone, so you thought, until he rescued you from drunken Edward whispering in your ear what he wanted to do to you. Before you could slap him away, the morose Spaniard had ripped him up by his collar and flung him across the forest floor. That was the night he told you his name was Pero.

Now, you sat close to each other every night while you let the fire warm you both. He gave you his bread, you always let him finish your stew. Pero still ignored the others whenever possible, but reserved every kind glance and encouraging word for you. He carried your wares into town, and never left your side. On a clear, chilly night he walked you back to your tent as always. You bid him good night, but he softly grasped your hand. “Mi corazón…” Pero pulled you close to him, and you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he said. “You taste like the sky, just as I imagined. I want to chase after your stars always.” Without taking a beat, you hold him by the hand and take him into your tent.

Oberyn

“...you clearly have no idea of what nonsense you speak, girl.” An angry voice carries across the cavernous library, the wall-to-wall books doing little to dampen the sound. Oberyn’s ears perk up, and he hears a small but firm voice. Unable to make out the words, he turns his attention back to his tomes. After several moments, he hears voices rising again and slams his hand against the book in frustration. Rising to his feet, Oberyn follows the voices around the corner and sees two men towering over you, arms waving and voices overlapping. “What is the meaning behind your shouts, maesters?” Oberyn’s voice thunders through the alcove and sends a shudder down the spines of his advisors. You cross your arms and hold eye contact with the Red Viper. “Your Highness, this ignorant girl seeks to go against my remedy for your daughter, Lady Nym,” the advisor with the long grey beard protests.

“I’m not a girl, nor am I ignorant. I have been healing since I was but a child, taught by my mother, as she was from her mother. I am here to give counsel to the younger healers, brought in by your older brother. I swear to you, Highness, this remedy is more likely to kill your daughter than save her,” you proclaim, voice never wavering. Oberyn takes a step towards you, tilting his head as he takes in every word. The other maester with the short grey hair fumes, turning fully towards you as he shouts. “You are without proper training. As a girl, you would certainly not know anything useful for us.” Oberyn takes the final step forward and separates him from you. “Here is where you are wrong, maester. We do not treat women in Dorne as lesser than. Certainly, you would not go against the wishes of your King. I wish to hear every word our new healer has to say. In the meantime, you can busy yourself by giving my daughter the proper care she deserves and hope that I forget this encounter entirely. Unless you wish to find your head on a spike,” Oberyn seethes. The maesters scurry off, and he puts his hand on the small of your back and walks with you. “Please, my dove, tell me more.”

Ezra

“Alright, alright. Quit your moaning. Last one, moonbeam. I know it has been the longest of days. Just hand me that diffuser and -” Oh Kevva. It’s slipping, Ezra thought in that split second before disaster. He tugged you away from the aurelac as quickly as he could, pulling you against his body. Then, darkness. For how long, he could not say. Awakening to floating particles in the air and a ringing in his ears, he frantically searched for you. He found you to his left, and he shouted your name over and over again as he checked you for wounds. Swiping dirt from your visor, he sees your eyes open but unfocused. Blood is streaming from a large gash on your head, covering your beautiful features and catching on your sweet lips. Lips that he kissed every night. Lips that communicated your sarcastic, smart words that challenged him and kept him in line. Lips that had whispered I love you every night for so many cycles. Ezra carried you back to your shared tent and took great care to dress your wounds and change you in to your favorite soft clothes.

That had been days ago. You were sitting upright, and would drink when a straw was placed in your mouth. When Ezra would lay you down, you would sleep. But you weren’t there. Your mind was trapped, somewhere far away. Far from your Ez. Sometimes you knew it, and couldn’t understand why the words you were thinking weren’t coming out. Ezra was kneeling next to you, hands on your knees, trying desperately to reach you. “Moonbeam, I need you to be here with me now. I know you’ve been healing. But you are wasting away before my very eyes, and I don’t know what to do until we can sling back. That’s weeks away, my moon. I miss your words so much, miss you telling me to behave. Miss you telling me how much you love me. I love you more than I can ever profess, my sweet soul. I just want to know what you have to say, about anything. You can talk about anything in creation, moonbeam. Please.” Ezra hangs his head.

Ez, I’m here. Why can’t you hear me? I love you. What’s happening to me?

Part 2?? I have ficlets with Whiskey, Frankie, and Javi ready to go =)

BIG THANKS to @shiftingsands14 and @coastielaceispunk for sharing their brilliance with me.

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echo-hiraeth · 4 years ago

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31 + 34 with javi pls <3

Perfect - Javier Peña x F!Reader

You have no idea how much I like actually love requests though!! Sorry it took me so long <3

Prompts:

31: “You’re not going out dressed like that”

34: “You’re so perfect it hurts”

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Your clammy hands were shaking as you checked yourself in the mirror yet again. You looked amazing, the short dress with cut-outs leaving little to the imagination. Today would be your first time on the frontline. The Rodriguez brothers were having themselves a little get together, the perfect way for you to infiltrate and get some intel. It wasn’t exactly your style, but you knew for a fact that the only women there were either the ones they scattered from brothels or the rich girlfriends and wives of other sicarios. And since you had no husband for the night, you had to opt for the classic prostitute, much to your own dismay. It wasn’t the first time you’d been used for your assets, the delicate touch and approach of a woman having been proved successful more than once. But to your personal relief, Chris and Daniel, two fellow agents working under Peña, would be right there alongside you.

The tacky red lipstick sat on the counter, practically laughing at you. You quickly put it on, sighing as you reached for the cheap perfume to go along with it. Your fellow agents had provided you with the little outfit, the platformed heels a practical joke more than anything. You’d get them back for this, sooner or later. Three honks outside your building let you know they were here. You scurried for your purse, making your way outside on the torturous shoes. Peña lifted his hand on the steering wheel, greeting you. You got in next to him, sliding into the passenger seat.

“Feistl and Ness not coming anymore?”, you asked, gesturing towards the empty backseat.

He turned his head towards you, sighing deeply. “Get back inside.”

“Mission’s off?”, you frowned, sounding more confused than ever.

He raked his eyes over your body, shaking his head in disapproval. “You’re not going out dressed like that.”

You scoffed at him, turning your body in his direction. “Excuse me? Your men picked this out for me. This is the dress code.”

“Right, you’re just asking for it dressed like that”, he groaned, averting his eyes.

“I’m just gonna pretend like you didn’t just say that”, you laughed, leaning your elbow against the window, “Just drive, yeah? I want to get this over with just as much as you do.”

He started the engine, giving you a quick glare. “Fine. But I’m sticking around. I’ll park a street or two away and need you back in an hour, if not I’ll come looking for you myself.”

“Whatever, just let me do my job. We could use some new leads, can’t let them get away much longer”, you reasoned.

“Leads mean nothing if you’re dead”, he replied coldly. “I-I just want- need you to be safe.”

You smiled a little to yourself, giving him a nod. “I try my best, boss.”

“Javi, call me Javi. We’re not at the office”, he insisted, tilting his head at you.

“Well Javi, looks like this is my stop”, you smiled, reaching for the door handle.

He grabbed a hold of you other wrist, making you whip your head around. “Please – whatever happens, don’t leave the party, don’t even leave the dancefloor. If at any point you feel unsafe or uneasy, come back, no one will hold it against you.”

“I promise you.. I’m okay. I’ve done it before, chat some, dance some, flirt a little bit, get them drunk enough… I’ll be fine.”

He was reluctant to let go of you, resisting the urge to just drive off with you. It was your job, you were trained to deal with these kinds of people. He was probably just overreacting, being overly protective over one of his agents. Except that he never felt this way with the guys. Surely he was seeing things, surely there wasn’t any depth to your kind words and special attentions. Surely you wouldn’t even consider him for a fuck, with the obvious age-gap and all. Not only that, he was well-aware of the way he was so out of shape, the start of a beer gut becoming more and more obvious. He wasn’t the womanizer he once was, but there was just something about you, some magical, gravitational pull that had him breathing heavy when you were close.

“Javi.. I need you to let go”, you repeated for the third time, finally pulling him from his thoughts.

Shit – that was embarrassing. He quickly pulled away, nodding at you. “Good luck.”

You left with another smile, waving to him as you rounded the corner. He let out a breath, softly banging his head against the car-seat headrest. His fingers strained against the cool leather of the steering wheel, teeth gnashing as he tried to keep himself from running after you. You were a big girl, he told himself over and over, you could handle yourself.

The partly was bustling with people, drinks and cocaine flowing freely. You headed for the bar, grabbing a shot of tequila as you scanned the dancefloor for any possible leads. Along the way you’d spotted Daniel, grinding with some girl. At least he was enjoying himself. Chris was off to the side, talking and laughing with some unfamiliar men. It was then you spotted one Gilberto’s wives. An unexpected turn of events to say the least. She caught your eye just as you were looking at her, and gave a saccharine smile, moving to walk over to you.

“Entonces, viniste solo, o..”, she asked, purring into your ear. (So did you come alone, or..)

“Sí, ¿estoy haciendo algo mal?”, you questioned, purposely raising the pitch in your voice to feign innocence. (Yes, did I do something wrong?)

She let out a soft laugh, placing a hand on your shoulder as she leaned in closer. “Me gustaría que conocieras a alguien.” (I’d like for you to meet someone.)

It’s not like you had much of a choice anyway, her tone and grip on your wrist saying as much. You smiled back at her, nodding your head. She lead you into the bar, taking you into one of the backrooms. In passing you’d spotted the Rodriguez brothers in a small room, talking about something you couldn’t quite understand. She gestured for you to stay there, in the middle of the hallway as she disappeared into the nearest room. The stench of sweat and sex hit you hard, making you shiver against the wall. A young girl stumbled out of the room, face stained with black streaks and the straps on her dress torn apart. You gulped a bit, this being much more intense than what you were used to. It was then the wife remerged, leading you into the room. You had to keep your mouth from falling open, David Rodriguez, the big boss’ son sitting there, half-naked, smirking up at you.

“Gracias mamá”, he cooed, pointing the other woman to the door.

He stood up, buckling his belt and zipping his slacks up before stalking over to you. He hummed lowly as his hand traced the cut-outs in your dress, leaning in to press his lips against your shoulder.

“Muy hermosa.. Dime dulzura, ¿te gusta bailar?”, he inquired, raking his fingers through your hair. (Very pretty.. Tell me sweetheart, do you like dancing?)

“En ocasiones”, you muttered, scanning the room for possible escape routes. (Sometimes.)

He stroked a thumb over your lips, grabbing a hold of your hand. “Vamos a bailar, entonces.” (Let’s go dancing then.)

Apparently both your partners had taken note of your absence, shooting you worried looks and glances as you returned to the actual party. You gave them both a subtle nod, assuring them you were okay and unharmed.

Back in the car Javier was a mess, having received a phone call from Chris, informing him you were taking into the building. He was about to go in himself when Chris called back, letting him know you’d come back, seemingly unscathed. It was what he said next that set Javier’s rage aflame, Rodriguez’ son was all over you. Feistl spared him no detail, describing how he had his hands all over you, mouth pressed to your neck occasionally.

“If anything so much as goes remotely wrong, if she looks scared, uncomfortable, whatever, you call me”, he growled into the phone. “And do not let her go into that building again.”

You felt disgusting, feeling the way his hands roamed over your body, squeezing at your breasts and bottom, not shy whatsoever. It was hard not to shove him off of you and beat his ass right then and there. You had to remind yourself it was for the greater good, trying to picture it was someone – anyone – else, to no avail. He swiftly spun you around, having you face him and he leaned in to press his wet mouth against yours. That was a bridge too far, even for you, and in a moment of pure disgust you shoved him off of you, slapping him right across the face. As soon as it happened you regretted it, clasping a hand over your own mouth, lifting it to mutter out a string of apologies.

“Puta”, he snarled, making all the heads around you turn in your direction.

You looked around you, trying to find someone, something to help you. He roughly tugged on the fabric of your dress, resulting in some of the cut-outs ripping even further. Luckily for you, you were in the middle of the crowd, meaning you wouldn’t get your brains blown out right then and there and as soon as David lifted his gaze to see all the partygoers stare at him, he let go of you. You seized the opportunity to disappear into the crowd, sprinting for the exit, with a heart thumping in your throat. Soon you heard the heavy thuds of someone else’s footsteps behind you, making you run even faster. Except that in these fucking heels, it was nearly impossible to make any decent distance whatsoever. One of them broke, sending you gliding over the asphalt, skin painfully dragging over the course ground. It was then you looked over your shoulder, expecting to get shot, only to be met with Javier’s brown eyes.

“Don’t say anything, just walk with me”, he instructed, helping you off the floor and wrapping an arm around you.

The adrenaline kept you on your feet, the pain not yet settled in. There was some blood running down your bare legs and forearms, a scared look etched on your face. He helped you into the car, taking off his jacket before putting it over your torso. When he was a good amount of blocks away he turned to look at you.

“I’m driving back to my place, can’t let them know where you live. We’ll take care of you there.”

He kept his eyes on the road, for fear that he might never look away again if he even so much glanced in your direction. He noticed your discomfort, the jackets strategically covering the new rips and tears in your skin tight dress. The urge to just pull over and hold you, comfort you, tell you – assure you that you’d be okay grew bigger by the second. And by the time he was parking the car, his hands were shaking, shaking with anxiety. You both hadn’t said a word and silences were uncharacteristic for you, hence the worry – or well, increase thereof.

The walk up to his apartment was painful, the adrenaline wearing off and the agony setting in. He noticed the way you pursed your lips with every step, carefully offering you his arm. You thanked him, holding onto his tan forearm. He managed a small smile, heartbeat skyrocketing as he noticed how gentle and warm your grip was.

As soon as you two were safely in the apartment with the door triple locked, he sat you down on the couch, disappearing into the bathroom to gather anything useful he could find. The bleeding had stopped by now, but it was a sight to behold. Your arms and legs were stained with blood and dirt, the cuts on your kneecaps stinging with the slightest movement.

He was tender and cautious, checking in if you so much as winced. The disinfectant stung like hell and had you biting the inside of your own cheek. You cursed the tears as they pricked in your eyes. You closed your eyes, flinching slightly when you felt a hand cupping your face.

“I’ll get you something to eat, to settle your stomach”, Javier whispered, slowly getting up.

You quickly grabbed a hold of the hand on your face, looking up at him with glossy eyes. “ P-please don’t leave.”

He felt his knees buckle the tiniest bit at that. You sounded so small, scared, insecure – so unlike yourself.

“I’m right here, you’re safe with me”, he ushered, taking both your hands in his as he knelt down once again. “Tell me what you need..”

“I-I want to get out of this dress, please”, you begged, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes.

He gave half a smile, softly pressing his lips to your knuckles. “We can manage that, I can draw you a bath as well if you want.. I mean I assume you’d prefer to stay here tonight?”

You nodded slowly, sniffling a little as you went to stand. “Thank you Javi.”

After finally having convinced you that you could safely take a bath on your own and that he’d be waiting just outside in the kitchen you finally got undressed. You felt gross, borderline disgusting and wanted nothing more than to scrub the feelings of those hands off of your body. But no matter how many times you dragged the washcloth over your skin, the feeling seemed to linger and you felt the bile rising in your throat again. It had been too close of a call, you were lucky to even be alive tonight, sicarios usually not afraid to cause a scene.

Outside the door Javier was pacing, some frozen lasagne thrown in the oven. How could those two morons let you slip out of sight? Hadn’t he been clear in his instructions? Hadn’t he stressed how important it was for you to stay out in public? He’d have a go at them later, for now he just wanted to make sure you were okay. The muted sobs spilling from the bathroom didn’t help him either, wanting nothing more than to barge in to check up on you, but he was too afraid to overstep.

You eventually managed to muster up the courage, getting dressed in one of your boss’ shirts and a pair of his boxers, since they were the only thing he had that wouldn’t cover your knees, allowing the scrapes and cuts to air out. You’d have to see a doctor more than likely, the pain in your joints more present now that the initial shock was somewhat settled down. With gnashing teeth you walked out into the living room, Javier’s head immediately whipping around.

“I’ve got some food in the oven for later..”, he mumbled, gesturing towards the kitchen. “I made the bed as well, so you can just crash whenever you’d like.”

“Javi – thank you so much, I-I don’t know what I would’ve done without you there”, you managed to get out before your legs started shaking.

He immediately rushed over, scooping you up in his arms. “Let’s get you a seat, yeah?”

He softly sat you down on the couch, hissing as he accidentally grazed the angry red skin on your legs. “It’s okay – you didn’t hurt me”, you reassured him.

“I should’ve never let you go in there, it was a stupid fucking idea”, he chastised himself, rubbing the skin between his brows.

You sat up straight, putting a hesitant hand on his cheek. “Javier, you did what you thought was right. Everyone made it out and everyone’s safe, you called the right shots out there tonight.”

He looked into your eyes, sighing deeply, softly shaking his head. “Stop this.”

You gave a confused look, readjusting yourself, coming a bit closer in the process. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no. That’s just fucking it – you’re so perfect it hurts”, he murmured, briefly glancing down at your bottom lip.

That took you by surprise, making you chuckle a little. “What?”

“I don’t ever want to see you hurt like this again. I-I was so worried about you and fucking angry that I let you go in there all by yourself. It should’ve been me in there, or at least me by your side. I mean fuck – when I saw you stumbling out of there cariño – my heart nearly stopped”, he rambled once again taking a hold of your hands.

You were baffled at his words, confused at the sudden outing of care and worry. “Javi, I’m a DEA agent, this is what we’re here for.”

“Not to me”, he sighed, averting his eyes from your own. “You’re so special. So humble and kind- smart not to mention and… and so fucking gorgeous.”

It was practically impossible for your eyes to open even wider, the shock on your face more than obvious. “Javier, I-I don’t know what to say”, you admitted quietly.

He only now realised the impact of he what he’d been saying. Surely your boss coming onto you was the last thing you’d wanted, considering what you went through earlier on. “Fuck, shit – I didn’t mean to dump that on you, especially not like this I-“

“It’s okay”, you reassured him. “That lasagne should be done by now right?”

You knew fully well that the damn food was the last thing on your mind but you couldn’t help but overthink the entire situation. Surely your boss, one of the hottest men at the office, wouldn’t feel that way about you? Exactly, it had to have been the adrenaline of it all – or that bloody fucking dress. Whatever it was, you decided to repress that fluttery feeling in your gut and tried to remember what you were truly dealing with here: a boss looking out for his agents.

The rest of the night was spent in a comfortable silence. You decided to just go to bed already, your head spinning. What he’d told you wasn’t lost on you, in fact, it kept you up. You were laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling as you bit your lip. The range of emotions you were experiencing was overwhelming at it was hard to keep the waterworks contained at times.

Eventually, somewhere in the AM’s you managed to fall asleep. But even then you were plagued by your own mind. You felt those hands all over your body again and that slick, slobbery tongue on your neck. You punched him again, as you did before, but only now he pulled out a gun and shot you square in the chest. Clutching at that gushing wound, you sank to your knees, locking eyes with Javier. He rushed over holding you in his arms, shaking your lifeless form as your body went limp.

You sat upright immediately, arms flailing around you, knocking over the glass and clock that stood on the bedside table. The sounds of the shattering rung in your ears, pulling you back from your own head, making you aware of your surroundings. You were alive and more importantly you were safe. As the door swung open you let out a yelp, covering your face with your arms, still panting from your nightmare.

“Shit – are you okay?”, Javier asked, taking note of the broken glass next to the bed.

The familiar sound of his voice sent you over the edge and the tears that you’d been struggling to hold back all night finally got the upper hand over you. As you gasped for hair he quickly threw the nearest blanket atop the shards, deciding he’d deal with it later. He crawled into the bed and you practically threw yourself into his arms. He cradled you against his chest, closing his eyes as he felt you tremble all over.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, I’m right here”, he soothed you, intertwining the fingers on his free hand with your hair, slowly but surely grounding you.

There was something about the way his arms wrapped around you that made you feel safe. Something about the way your head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck that made you feel like you were destined to end up here, in his bed, pressed up against him.

With tear-stained cheeks and glossy eyes you looked up at him, hands fisted in his threadbare t-shirt. “Did you mean it? What you said?”, you croaked out, voice pitchy with emotion.

“Every word”, he confirmed, softly swiping the tears away with his thumb.

You sat upright a bit more, leaning into him as did he until finally your lips bumped into one another’s. The both of you sighed, pulling away after only a few seconds, not looking for anything more in that moment.

“Please just hold me for tonight”, you whispered, resting your forehead against his.

He gently laid down, taking you with him. “I don’t think I’ll ever let go again.”

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vanderlindemorgans · 3 years ago

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STAY HIGH (Part 2 to Mr. Perfectly Fine)

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Word count: 6.9k

Summary: Javier knows he fucked up. He’s been running from his emotional baggage for years now and this situation is no different, leading to him to find an escape in the three things that clouded his life before meeting you: sex, alcohol and cigarettes. After watching you leave the embassy in tears, he resolves to make things right with you at all costs. The main problem? He has no idea how.

Warnings: Passing mentions of sexual activities but it’s all very low level and not in detail so it doesn’t warrant an Explicit rating, Javier continuing to be an asshole, use of alcohol and cigarettes, a little bit of period-typical sexism (again, it’s only one or two lines). Not beta read.

Authors Note: Here’s the long awaited part 2! It’s loosely based on the Tove Lo song of the same name because it always gave me vaguely Javi vibes, and I threw in a couple of references to lines from Jisoo’s version for good measure. And yes, I realise the irony in titling a Narcos fanfic “Stay High” but shhhhhhh.

Also I still can’t speak Spanish. Enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 3 (coming soon) | Masterlist

He knew something like this could only last for so long. Every day it was getting harder and harder to ignore you and pretend that nothing had happened, especially when you stared at him with those cold and bitter eyes. The first day coming into work after the unceremonious breakup he’d expected such a reaction from you: he could see clear as day that he’d been the jackass in all of this. He was the one who made the call, who started the fight, who did everything that led him to where he was now. Did he regret it? That answer, like everything else in his life it seemed, was complicated. Mostly yes, sometimes no. Not enough to have him crawling back to you with a tail between his legs.

Sex and alcohol. Those were the two things that he filled his life with in the weeks without you. They were the only things, besides his work and relentless hunt for Escobar, that he would give any attention to, though whereas once they took the position of allowing him some distraction from the horrors and trials of the job he endured, now they took up even more of his time, allowing him an escape from your ever lingering presence in his mind. From the moment he woke up daily he’d be reaching for the whiskey, ending up at work every day permanently buzzed. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t drunk on the job before but this was different. This...this was far more personal than anything else he’d ran from before. This was one of the few things that refused to be quieted by any amount of liquor or whores he could find, and deep down, that fact alone did nothing short of terrify him.

He lost track of how many prostitutes he’d seen since the breakup about three days in, and in all honesty he didn’t want to know the true number since it would only further contribute to his own regularly scheduled self-loathing. Some of them were informants in the case but others were girls he picked up at one of Bogotá’s many brothels. Every single one of them he imagined was you, which made him feel all the more disgusted with himself afterwards as he threw stacks of bills at them and scurried off. He almost couldn’t believe his own actual nerve in all of this - he’d always known he was somewhat of a bastard, as others have said, yet even he managed to surprise himself with this. As what anyone else would say, you’d think if he missed you that much he’d try to reach out to you, smooth things over and rebuild what was lost. It wasn’t that simple though.

Which is why after spending a couple more hours across from your desk, feeling your frosty glare rest over him he decided to skip out completely - he couldn’t take it anymore, feeling all the raw unbridled hurt coming from your direction had been driving him mad all week, along with not being able to talk to you due to his own stubborn pride and emotional turmoil. He’d grabbed his coat and mumbled some shit about having to follow up on a few leads, which wasn’t technically a lie: he did have to go meet up with a particular informant that he’d acquired contact with in the past week. He felt your eyes staring daggers into him as he left, the effect of which still somehow managing to pull at the few weary cords left in his heart, the ones that weren’t broken and frayed from years of the chase and an airports worth of baggage that he’d taken with him directly from Laredo.

It would be easier if things went back to how they used to be. Before he met you, before there was someone that could make him want to bend a knee. When he lived up to that wild reputation of being the manwhore of the DEA, bedding every woman who crossed his path and thinking nothing of them the very next day. With every thrust he gave, he tried to lose himself in it all, hearing the woman’s moans and screams, her body writhing under his and her amber eyes looking up towards him. Her name was Graciella, or at least he thought it was. He couldn’t really give a damn what her name was, the only noteworthy thing about the woman beneath him being the fact she wasn’t you. He was desperate for a moment of reprieve, a moment that he was never going to get from fucking prostitutes and drinking his weight in whiskey.

But what else was he supposed to do?

So many times he’d looked out the door to his apartment over to yours, playing out every different scenario possible of what would happen if he dared knock on your door, and every single one of them ended with things worse than they already were. Though the temptation was high, he stayed away. What made sense to him was to try to move on, forget all about you and focus on what truly mattered at that present time. More than ever he should be dedicated to stopping Escobar and his reign of terror, and without having to worry about your safety throughout every hour of the day he thought he’d get even more work done.

As it turned out, with the chilly atmosphere at the embassy between you two, Javier had only become worse at his job. He couldn’t focus on anything, no matter how hard he tried. Whenever Steve tried to present some new leads to follow up with he would go blank, lost in the depths of his thoughts over you. He’d done his best to hide it, and it seemed to have worked for the most part - maybe a little too well, if he were to be honest. He must have come across as a grade A asshole for brushing you off like that, and he knew that eventually he’d have to face you in some way, no matter how much he fought to avoid it. No amount of divine intervention could prevent such a confrontation from turning venomous, and it could only end in more fighting and screaming, whether it be from you or him.

With all that said, he couldn’t bear to see you cry. When he’d seen tears well in your eyes after delivering his own cutting remarks regarding you, he’d known he fucked up. There wasn’t anything he could say in that moment to make things better, no way to take out the sting of something he’d only said to make you hurt. Contrary to your belief, he did care, and he never stopped once. It wasn’t entirely fair of him to be frustrated with you for doing your job, but he saw how you acted out in the field, how many unnecessary risks you insisted on taking. It hurt him to see you disregard your own safety so much, and to have you brush off his concerns every single time with an eye roll and a simple “I’m fine” only did more to eat away at his patience. He was angry with you, and underneath that anger was fear. Pure fucking fear - for you, of you, of himself in a way too, the things that wormed their way into his brain in the dead of night when the streets were quiet and you were sound asleep in bed, where he’d be leaning half out the window finishing off his third cigarette and running his hair through his fingers as he looked at the city surrounding him, with every drop of blood spilt on those streets and every secret woven into the walls of cinder block.

He hadn’t expected for you to let him apologise or accept his remorse in any way. Watching you push past him and rush out of the evidence room in tears, ignoring every plea of your name he shouted out...that was it. That was the moment that sealed it all for him, the moment where he’d gone from regretting dumping you and blanking you for weeks to being downright ashamed of himself. Shame was a rarity with him, not an emotion he’d felt often in his long and tiresome life but he felt it now, overpowering every other sense in him and taking the front wheel. Was he wrong to treat you in such a way?

In those next few moments somehow he made it from the evidence lockup back to his own desk, flopping down hard on the chair without a single care for anything else around him - the different sounds of the office blended together for him, forming a rush against his ears that he was easily able to disregard. All of his thoughts were solely centred around you, and an endless slew of self-loathing he beat himself with. There was no purpose in constantly reminding himself of how royally he screwed it all up, other than the masochistic need for self-inflicted torture, an action he hadn’t done since leaving Lorraine at the altar.

Minutes passed and he stayed the same, alone in the world that was supposed to have been made with you and him. Nobody attempted to talk to him thankfully, so he was able to sit in his head for a bit, just the way he wanted. At some point the flask of whiskey thrown into the drawer of his desk had made its way out into his hands, and before he knew it half the amber liquid had made its way into his mouth, the burn nothing compared to the sting of despondency on his soul. Eventually, one voice managed to break through the barrier, snapping him back in focus long enough to see Steve standing before him, staring down with a look that was teetering between frustration and disappointment. “I just saw her leaving the building. You mind telling me what happened in there was so bad for her to be in tears over?” he asked in an accusing tone. He, like everyone else in the building it seemed, were more than aware of the less than amicable terms you and Javier had ended things on. He was privy to a few more of the finer details that Javi had told him in passing, but not enough to know the full context.

Returning a glare towards his partner, Javier sighed and reached for a random stack of papers, pretending the contents of it were the most fascinating and engaging thing in the world - anything to ignore the twist in his chest that Steve’s judgement was causing him. It wasn’t enough for him to punish himself for what he did to you: apparently everyone else needed to add their two cents to this too. And for once, he couldn’t blame a single one of them. “We had a disagreement, end of story. It’s not a big deal” he mumbled, fumbling off to the side for the discarded pack of cigarettes he kept around.

“Not a big deal? Now I know that’s a lie, dickhead. She wouldn’t be running out of work in the middle of one of our most important assignments over nothing. So tell me: what did ya do?”.

“Fuck off asshole, and mind your business” Javier snapped, lighting the end of the cigarette he pulled from the packet and taking a drag from it, turning away as much as he could from Steve’s scathing gaze.

He heard the other man snicker at him, and without even looking he could tell the exact expression he was wearing at that moment. Unable to help himself, he let his lips settle into a low scowl, despite feeling that he deserved any and all snark thrown at him for his actions. “Listen, Peña, I don’t know what’s going on between you two but I’m gonna need you to sort it out real fast. We’re supposed to be working to put Escobar behind bars, not having petty little squabbles with our girlfriends”.

He raised his brows at that remark, taking another long drag of the cigarette dangling between his fingers with an air of defensiveness - if there was anyone who was able to smoke a cigarette passive-aggressively, it was him. “Yeah? I didn’t tell you to get with the program when you were having troubles with Connie” Javier responded.

“Watch it, asshole. You said that you two were having issues and that it wouldn’t get in the middle of the case, which after seeing how you two have been acting for the past two weeks and having to be your middle man that that was a straight up lie” Steve admonished.

“How about I just promise you that from now on I won’t bring my personal issues into work with me?”.

“Not good enough. Tell me what happened”.

Realising he wasn’t going to be able to weasel himself out of this conversation, Javier drew one last breath of smoke from his cigarette and threw it down into the ashtray on his desk, leaning casually back in his chair as if he wasn’t about the divulge the down and dirty details of everything that he’d ruined with you. “You’ve probably already figured out that she and I are no longer seeing each other” he started, not knowing what to say next since there was so much to say. So much that he would one day have to say to someone but never wanted to say. Did this really all start with that fight two Friday nights ago? Or did it start long before that, way before he ever set foot in Colombia. Was it all to do with you or was it with him? Was he the problem here? While he would become frustrated with what he perceived as your inability to care for your own safety he did wonder if that was the real reason for what happened. Maybe the reason you two fought had more to do with his own troubles than anything you ever did. That prospect on its own was a tough enough pill to swallow.

“Yeah, didn’t take a detective to solve that one. I also guessed that it ended pretty badly given how many angry glares she’s been shootin’ at you” Steve prodded, determined not to let up on his interrogation of his partner. On some level it left Javier feeling like one of the sicario’s they’d brought in, being grilled for hours on end for various crimes. Not that he was any better, taking into account what he watched Carillo do to those kids, and all the things he’d done himself in the name of getting more information.

“Yeah, well, I broke up with her over the phone. Took about 27 seconds max. It came off the back of another fight we had a night or two before, so that’s why she’s pissed at me”.

Incredulous couldn’t even begin to describe Steve’s reaction to his confession - the look on his face was priceless to say the least. “Shit, you didn’t, did you?” he asked, to which Javier had no choice but to confirm with a simple nod. “That’s low even for a bastard like you, Peña. And what happened in the evidence lockup?”.

“I’m aware. As for that...I said some things that were perhaps a bit harsh and made everything worse. That good enough for you?” Javier replied through gritted teeth.

“Well, what did you say? I’m not gonna let this go until you tell me the exact words that came out of your mouth to her. Spare no detail on it too, she looked pretty broken up about it when I saw her outside, and I wanna know why”. That fucker was determined alright, a trait that he’d often found useful of Steve was now coming to be a royal pain in his side as he sat there being grilled over his biggest and most spectacular fuckup to date. Sighing heavily, he reached for that flask of whiskey once more and let the hot liquid rush down his throat before he turned back towards his partner and gave him the most bare-bones explanation he could of the things he could take back from ever telling you. “I told her I was tired of worrying about her safety, and that if she wants to die then to be my guest”.

An air of silence hung over the both of them, for only a minute anyhow as immediately after the brief disbelief left Steve’s psyche he began shaking his head in well-earned disapproval. “Jesus Christ, I can’t believe you sometimes. What possessed you to tell that to your own girlfriend?” he asked accusingly.

“Ex-girlfriend, and I don’t know. I was angry, and wasn’t exactly thinking straight”.

“Doesn’t seem like you ever think straight when it comes to her, man” he replied sarcastically, his arms crossed and his gaze turned away from Javier’s own. He could tell in that moment that Steve’s mind wasn’t totally on what was going on in that room - despite how he’d been berating Javier for becoming too embroiled in personal drama, he wasn’t entirely innocent of doing that himself, as he’d snarkily pointed out earlier. He couldn’t help envying Steve in that regard: he didn’t have to come to work seeing Connie everyday after a night of terse words. That reason alone had been a big part originally in why Javier hadn’t tried to pursue you. Workplace romances were too messy, and they always had the potential to turn rotten at just the wrong moment. There was a spark between you two, nobody could deny that from the very start, and you’d had the same thoughts as he had about keeping your distance. By all accounts, nothing more should have happened.

Except it did. It had started with a drink, then one, or two, or ten more, followed by another twenty other events, all leading up to this tragic finale of fuckery. Had it been a mistake to date you in the first place? Possibly, but he still didn’t regret a single moment he had spent with you. The only regret present was for how it all ended - if it wasn’t going to be forever, then it should have finished on a better note.

“You need to fix this with her”.

Javier scoffed at the other man, giving him a withering look to top off his dubiety. “You think I don’t want to? Forget it. She’s not gonna want to talk to me ever again after today. Apologising would be a waste of time” he justified.

“So then what? You ignore her and pretend she’s invisible like you’ve been doing for weeks up til now?” Steve arched his brow back at him.

“Alright, you’ve made your point. Tell me, genius, what am I supposed to do? If she refuses to accept an apology and ditches work for the day then what can I do?”.

“Well, we all work on the same case and live in the same apartment block, you figure it out. Point is that you have to try. She might not listen, and she has every right not to after the crap you’ve been pulling but it’s the best you can do for now” his colleague advised him, walking back over to his desk that was positioned across from his own and sitting down in the chair, craning his head to look into the massive pile of files Messina had left for them to look through. “I don’t think she’ll be back today anyhow. Here’s hoping she’s not too messed up from what’s been going on to come in tomorrow - the more people we have chasing after that fucker Escobar the better” he added, absentmindedly flicking through the different sheets of paper and making note of something or other while Javier stared vacantly over at the remains of his smoldering cigarette in the ashtray, his mind completely lost to you and unable to brought back.

He wanted to do what Steve had said. He wanted to go after you badly, explain that he hadn’t meant his cruelty and that he was acting like an idiot in all of this. He wanted to try and get you to understand why he was so worried about you, and to talk through it without the need for the metaphorical flames and snipers to come out. In his opinion, you did have too much of a habit of becoming defensive over criticism, especially when that criticism had anything to do with your capabilities as an agent. Which made sense, given how you were the lone female DEA agent working in a team full of guys, and with how some of the other staff at the embassy or even the Search Bloc men would treat you because of that. For you to be in Colombia at all with them on the Escobar case was proof enough of your capabilities, and while he had reservations and doubts at first (expressed only to Steve in private) he was soon proven wrong in all respects.

Steve did have a point though. He had to try. If his attempts were met with a slap and a middle finger, then so be it. Like a habit, he checked your empty seat again, eyes lingering as if you would reappear at any moment. Not doing anything had so far only made the entire mess worse, so there wasn’t much more damage than him attempting to patch things up would do. And given that you probably weren’t coming back for the rest of the day, he supposed he would just have to go out and find you to talk.

Lifting himself abruptly, he grabbed at the packet of cigarettes on the desk and muttered something about needing to leave and to tell Messina that he was unwell if she questioned where he was. He could hear Steve saying something back to him, something that sounded suspiciously similar to “I didn’t mean leave now, dumbass, I meant later”, though he didn’t take a whole heap of notice. Two minutes later he was out of the building and in the driver's seat of his Jeep, keys twisting in the ignition and the engine roaring to life with him peeling straight out of the parking lot and onto the busy road. The passing traffic was nothing more than white noise to him, and the twists and turns that he made were habitual in nature, navigating back to the apartment complex. He knew he’d cop it heavily from everyone coming back later on for leaving so suddenly, and he knew whatever he had to say could realistically have waited until later in the day. A fraction of him felt that the confrontation should wait a little longer, the same part of him that was urging him to blank you for weeks upon weeks. He was done listening to that part of him. This was going to happen, and it was going to happen now, whether either of you were ready for it or not.

Slamming on the brakes and skidding to a complete stop on the side of the road, Javier threw the door open of his haphazardly parked vehicle and practically leapt right out, the coursing adrenaline in his veins equal to the high he felt during a particularly difficult bust. Those moments where he’d be standing on a concealed vantage point, gun drawn and green tact vest on ready to give the signal to move forward. His movements would become second nature to him, sewn into the fabric of his being for the longest time now. If he ever felt nervous, it would only be out of concern for potential failure, the possibility that at the end of it all something could go wrong and the bastard they were apprehending managed to slip away from their grasp. Aside from that, he’d be confident. Self-assured. Determined. Focused.

Now though? He was nervous, frighteningly so. He shouldn’t feel such anxiety about talking to you of all people, yet the feeling of his racing heart thrumming away in his chest suggested otherwise. He couldn’t approach this like he did with a good old fashioned cocaine bust, where he’d disconnect from his emotions temporarily and take on the task of bringing down whatever narco-trafficker and associate their squad had found. Everything about this was entirely hinged on emotion, and Javier knew he couldn’t run away from that fact any longer. The alcohol, the cigarettes, the women...it all had to stop. They were all distractions, things that he turned to when it was all too much and he wanted to avoid the originator of his turmoil, which more often than not turned out to be himself, creating a paradoxical feedback loop of self-destructive behaviour. When he’d been with you the running had ceased for a while, and without you it only returned with a full force, coupled with the damning knowledge that the loss of the one good thing he ever had was all his fault. And where the desire to seek after your forgiveness was overclouded with a bad case of stubbornness and a surprising amount of fear. Fear that you wouldn’t listen, fear that he’d only make things worse…

All of that was coming to an end now.

Pressing his palm up against your door, he pounded a single fist against the hardwood, shouting out your name. “Princesa? Are you there?” he called out, swearing he could hear the very thuds of his own heart in his chest. He expected for the door to creak open slightly, showing your tear stained face before slamming on him again, but no such thing happened. His knocks and calls were met with nothing but silence. He furrowed his brows with concern, wondering why you hadn’t answered him. Were you home but just ignoring him? Or perhaps you were in your bedroom at the far end of the apartment. Maybe you hadn’t heard him. “Princesa, it’s me. Look, I...we need to talk. About today, about what’s been going on with us, all of it. I don’t want to fight, alright?” he announced. No reply came.

“Hermosa? I...I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you and I never meant to. Just…” his voice faltered, not able to bring himself to finish his sentence. Javier Peña didn’t beg. Not for you, not for anyone.

The continued silence from the other side of the door led him to two possible conclusions. The first, and likely the most obvious, was that you weren’t answering because you weren’t home. The second is that you were home but pissed enough with him to give him the cold shoulder. He was more inclined to believe his first theory, seeing as you hadn’t taken his own cold shoulder well enough to dish out your own. Plus from what he could see under the door there was no light on and he hadn’t heard any sounds coming from your place. If you weren’t home, then where were you? Javier felt his stomach knot with worry, the anxiety from earlier bubbling back up and fueling his paranoia. Where else could you have gone? He knew you didn’t really have friends around there, mostly opting to spend your time with him or Murphy when he wasn’t too busy being moody over Connie. He shook his head at the thought, pulling his hand away from the door and into the pocket of his jeans where the packet of smokes from before was resting. Wherever you were, you had to come back eventually. You’d probably be back later that night in fact. There wasn’t any cause for alarm. Not yet anyway.

Tasting the tobacco on his tongue, he lit up his second smoke of the day, watching as the wisps climbed higher into the air around him and down the stairwell as he progressed down the flight of stairs. The inklings of creeping concern in his head he attempted to ignore and rationalise his way out of his paranoia. There was only so long you could avoid someone for, and Javier was ready to wait.

For a little while, at least.

_________

Four days. Four days had passed and Javier had heard exactly zilch from you. Every day before he’d go to work he’d trudge himself over to your apartment door, seeing if you’d returned during the night, with no reply coming to every one of his calls. He didn’t know why he bothered after the third time of doing it. With how little he was sleeping lately he knew he would’ve been able to hear if you’d returned out of nowhere sometime after midnight. Those late nights spent with him leaning against the apartment window, chain smoking cigarettes and nursing a glass of bourbon or whiskey, depending on whichever he had on him at the time, looking out for every car that passed and hoping it would be yours. It never was, of course, and it only ever proved to be an exercise in futility and disappointment.

He’d gotten worse since the last time you two had spoken. The lack of proper closure was getting to him, showing themselves with dark smouldering bags under his eyes and a dazed bloodshot glaze in the whites. He’d had breakups before, most of which he’d initiated himself, and he’d never gotten this worked up over a woman before. It was dangerous how much of his waking hours you occupied, thoughts of you clouding his mind during the times he should have been focusing on something else, and he couldn’t stop it either. It was like he didn’t really know who he was anymore - none of this was the slightest bit like him. How could a rotten and rough breakup with one woman cause him to spiral this badly? The only time he’d ever come close to being anywhere like this was when Carillo had shot that kid in the head in front of his very eyes. That alone had messed him up for weeks, and he still wasn’t completely over it. Come to think of it, that incident had occurred not long before that first fight with you.

Diligently as ever, he came to work at the embassy day after day, though his mind drifted elsewhere within the first five minutes of his arrival. Other people would say things to him and the words would scarcely reach his ears, and the memories of each day mixed together like paint on a palette. His eyes would wander to the empty seat at your desk every day, his concern from before growing further into a frenzy the longer your absence had gone. He’d asked Steve if he knew where you had gone and he didn’t know. Nobody seemed to know anything, and every person he asked gave him the exact same answer as before. His mind could not help jumping to the worst possible conclusions: what if you had been apprehended by one of Escobar’s men? What if you were trapped and rotting away in some concrete cell miles away from him, frightened and scared for your life? What if you were already dead, your body disposed off in a remote location where nobody would ever find you? Or what if you’d left of your own accord, abandoning the country all together and purchasing a one-way ticket to who knows where?

Javier hadn’t stopped looking for you. Actually, it’s what he was doing with a good chunk of his time instead of any actual work. In between tracing reports and locations of the different associates to the Medellín cartel he’d try to track down where you might possibly be. He’d already taken a trip down to the international airport, decidedly misusing his status as a DEA agent to inquire about passengers on outbound flights. Your name hadn’t appeared on any of their lists, so you were still in the country. The main pressing question still remained though.

Carillo had come in earlier with another one of the Search Bloc guys: there was no mistaking the man's stiflingly cold presence, his reputation causing such an air of unsettlement that permeated every room he walked through. As out of it as he was he couldn’t miss the Colonel’s arrival, especially given how the whole reason he had for being there was to go over the leads they’d accumulated from their last raid. He let Steve do most of the talking that day, only really chiming in here and there when needed. Thankfully ever since the incident with the kids Carillo had left him alone, preferring to opt for having Steve tag along with him whenever intel had to be followed up. He paid as little mind as he could to the happenings around him and kept solely focused on the ways he could try to track you down. He felt more like he was tracking a criminal rather than investigating the whereabouts of his ex-girlfriend - not that you’d given him much of a choice in the matter with your disappearing act. It was one thing not to show up to work for a few days straight, but it was the fact that you hadn’t returned home that really worried him.

As the Colonel was leaving, he took note of the man striding alongside next to him and an idea came to his mind. Perhaps he’d been asking the wrong people in regards to your whereabouts.

“Trujillo!”.

At the sound of the sudden call to his name, the man turned to face him with a hint of confusion spread across his face, no doubt taken by surprise to be taken aside for a further discussion by him of all people. He proceeded back to where Javier was standing, giving a slight nod as he came forward. “Peña. Is there a problem?”.

“You guys have vehicles patrolling the streets of Bogotá, right?”.

His query earned a lone raised eyebrow from Trujillo. “I thought you already knew the answer to that. Why, what do you want to know?” he asked.

“My...uhh, colleague, hasn’t come in for a few days. I’ve been asking around here to see if anyone knows where she might be but nobody seems to have anything. None of your guys would have happened to see her in your patrols?” he questioned, attempting and failing to keep the desperation of his desire for an answer out of his tone. He’d spent far too long pretending to be fine with all of this, and he was reaching the end of his thread. “You’ve probably seen her around her quite a bit, she’s a-”.

“Your ex you mean?” Trujillo interjected, effectively silencing him. He noticed the look of surprise on Javier’s face and shrugged. “Don’t act surprised that everyone knows. Neither of you seem to be great at not mixing business with certain personal matters. Sure, someone on Search Bloc might have seen her around. I haven’t come across her myself but I’ll ask around, call you if I find anything out” he added.

He mumbled a low “Thank you” and returned back to his own desk, where he was still seated now, half an hour later, periodically glancing over at the phone to see if it would ring. Once or twice it had, regrettably with people on the other end who had nothing to do with Trujillo. He would have been less tense if the calls had delivered any type of good news regarding Escobar or one of his cronies but he was given nothing of the sort. To say that the wait was getting to him would be entirely correct and also a massive downplay to what he truly was feeling - stressed was more of a proper word for it, though it fell short as well of honestly describing the emotional lows that he was experiencing. Just as he was beginning to think that Trujillo had forgotten to inquire of your whereabouts, the phone on his desk rang for the third time that day. Snatching the receiver in his hand, he was put at a certain amount of ease at the sound of Trujillo’s voice on the other end of the line, though only somewhat. “You’ve found her?” he demanded, anticipation filling him up that he might finally have a clue to where the hell you had disappeared off to.

“Yes. One of the others saw her out the front of this hotel a day or two ago. He didn’t think to report it since he wasn’t aware of who she was at the time”.

He couldn’t believe it. He actually had something that could be called a lead. “Can you give me the name of the hotel?” he asked, grabbing a pen and a loose envelope that was thrown off to the side of his desk.

“La Farmiga Regia Bogotá. You’ll know it when you see it, you can’t miss it”.

“Great, great...thanks a lot” he spoke in a hurried voice as he hung up, scratching the name of the hotel down and throwing the scrap of paper into his pocket upon completion, reaching forward to grab the keys to his car. He spotted Steve giving him a certain look out of the corner of his eye as he left, almost as if to say he saw right through his half-baked lies he gave about going to meet with an informant, though he said nothing and simply watched Javier leave with that knowing glint in his eye.

He’d never sped as fast as he did in his life as he did right then, chasing off the high of finally getting to see you again after what felt like forever. That is, if you were still even at the hotel at all - for all he knew this was yet another bullet point on a wild goose chase after you. He hoped it wouldn’t be - he’d had his time for self-loathing and regret, now was the time for action. He might have run a few red lights here and there but he couldn’t give a red hot shit about that. Too much time had been wasted already, there was no sense in adding to that.

Diving out of his car and throwing the door shut with a thud, he reached for his yellow aviators that were perched on his perfectly aquiline nose, tilting them down just slightly so he could take in the sight of the hotel in front of him - Trujillo was right, you couldn’t miss the place. He was partially surprised that you’d take up residence in such a gaudy establishment: on a few of the raids you two had conducted you always let a small comment slip about the lack of taste many of the cartel members had in their choices for decor. That was when it hit him that this was the perfect place for you to hide out - it was the last place anyone expected you to be.

Well, if his information was correct.

Bursting through the hotel doors, he made a beeline for the front desk and pulled out his badge from his pocket, flashing it quickly to the brunette concierge. “Can you tell me if this woman checked out a room in the last couple of days? It’s urgent” he inquired, before giving your name to the woman. He knew he shouldn’t be misappropriating DEA resources for personal matters but he had no choice - he knew you were most likely there but without a room number to seek out that information was next to useless.

“Of course, I’ll have a look for you” the woman nodded frantically, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear while she typed away at the keyboard in front of her. “Yes, she’s up in room 217, checked in there about four days ago”.

Javier gave her a brief nod of gratitude and raced off again, this time towards the elevators. There wasn’t any need for him to hurry anymore since he knew you were there, he just couldn’t help it. His heart was going crazy in his chest, ringing in his ears as he punched in the number for the second floor with his breath coming out in low drawn out pants. He thought of everything he wanted to say to you, all the ways things could go wrong from what he was doing now. What was he going to say to you when you opened up your door to him? Would you say anything back? Would you listen to him at all?

An eternity later the elevator doors slid open and admitted him to the second floor, to where he wasted no time barrelling down the corridor and searching for your room. The rows of doors flashed past him, the numbers descending the further down the hall he got. He’d become so preoccupied with himself and his own mission that he’d almost crashed into one of the housekeepers, earning him a well deserved scowl and a low muttering of “cabrón” under the woman’s breath when he’d pushed past her. Soon enough he was right in front of the door to room 217, raising a single fist and throwing it against the smoothed oak wood.

And not a moment later was when he was met with you once again, hair knotted up and wearing a crumpled t-shirt and panties. The dazed and forlorn look in your eyes vanished immediately as you saw him, being replaced with alarm and vague hostility, though to his surprise you didn’t slam the door in his face afterwards like he had anticipated. You didn’t say anything at all in fact, standing in the doorway of your room and watching him with intensity, waiting for him to break the spell of silence surrounding the both of you.

“Hermosa…”.

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