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GHOST

Chapter 18

I had everything I needed to find Pena. The address of the house he was staying in and what time he usually leaves and comes back. The name and ages of everyone around him. Rodrigez didn’t mess around when it came to details. I was currently standing outside the house. It was getting dark and I didn’t know if to come now or later but then I saw a figure on a window.

Tall figure leaning on the balcony railings. The only light in view was the faint light of the cigarette in hand. It had to be Javier. I felt like a stalker but I couldn’t help the slight amusement it caused me to sneak up to the door. I carefully hold myself up and start climbing once I see him walk inside. I start to think about what I should say to him. I haven’t spoken to Murphy in about a week and I got news from Rodriguez he probably would have a hard time with. Maybe I should have waited until morning, called him and set a time and place to meet. I look inside once I settle myself on the balcony floor. The faint light from the bathroom lights his tan skin as he walks around taking off his shirt and grabbing some other clothing from his dresser. I wait until he walks into the bathroom before messing around with his door. “Have to show you how to use a lock Pena” I whispered to myself when I realized the door was unlocked. I don’t close it all the way as I make my way inside since it was already making too much noise opening it. I hear the sound of the water running from the sink. A quick cough before footsteps become louder. I stay near a corner hoping the light from outside wouldn’t give me away. I wonder as I see him turn off the bathroom light and fall back to his bed how he became an agent. I waste no time taking quiet steps towards his bed. I could make his figure out. He was spread out in the middle of the bed. Arms under his head and his legs are intertwined with another. His eyes must be closed because his head doesn’t move as I walk around to the other side of the bed. I can call myself a creep now. I loved to watch him like this. The only noise being the faint sound of his breathing. It calmed me down to now he was okay and safe. I lean over his figure and make out his face in the darkness. Unable to hold enough strength to just hoover I place a kiss onto his lips.

“What the he-”

“Javier!” I groan. The first thing I felt was the heavy weight ontop of me. “It's me” I roll him off.

“How did you get in here?!” He turned on his light and my eyes were slow to adjust. I lift my head a bit not really wanting or having the strength to get up. “Shit” Javier's eyes turn to the soft sound of knocking on his bedroom door.

“Javier is everything alright? I heard a loud thump” It was a man's voice.

“Yeah, tripped” He looks over quickly coming to my aid and lifting me up. He places me on my feet, still holding me tight. “Are you okay?” He whispers, removing the hair from my face. A slight smile placed on his face so how can I not be okay?

“Son, I know it was difficult for you today, do you want to talk about it?” It was seeing him in a new light. Here he wasn’t Agent Javier Pena from the DEA chasing around Escobar, he was Javier Pena, somebody’s son. I smile wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Am alright. Can we talk tomorrow?” I carres his face pulling my close but only to move my attention to his jaw and all the way to his neck I leave a trail of kisses.

“Okay, goodnight”

“Good-night” I pull back biting my lip. His response was shaky but I decided not to tease him about it, atleast not yet. “How are you here?” he pulls me close, grabbing onto my cheeks. His eyes scanned my face like he didn't believe it was actually me.

“Had to see you” I tried to pull him into a kiss knowing my body coouldn’t go another second without it but he pulled away from it.

“How did you know I was here?” Guessed?

“Steve” I was unsure if he would believe me. Technically it started with Steve.

“Okay, so you heard” His hands drop and he walks over to sit on his bed. I turn around nodding my head. He goes to speak but I shake my head. I come forward lifting his gaze to mine. I position myself between his legs. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling but I knew he would talk if he wanted to. Then, in a sudden movement, he reaches out and pulls me into a tight hug. I wrap my arms around his head and shoulders, holding him close as he buried his face into my chest. His shoulder slowly drifted down. As I stroke his hair, I try to comfort him with words which I am not the best in.

“I know you had your reasons Javi” I whisper. His grip tightened like if I was a sort of lifeline, an unyielding grip. “I came with some news, if you are up to it” I continued to play with his hair but the moment fell silent. Was it so hard to hold him like this forever? A moment that felt like forever, our own little world was not enough.

“No” His voice was soft. As they spoke, Javier's grip on me relaxed, his body language calming. He looks up, moving my body to turn and make my back lean against his chest. Adjust on his lap he embraces me again.

“Javi?” I grip one hand but the other is loosely trailing up and down my thigh.

“Yes amor?” He looked into my eyes once more and I decided I couldn’t ruin such a night with news that could be the worst thing he could hear or a sigh of relief. I wasn’t going to take the risk tonight.

“I need to know you are okay” I fiddled with his hand. Then I hear a low chuckle. He romoves his hand and grabs my face to pull me close.

“You don’t need to worry, I am okay” My lips part wanting to tell him, how can I not worry I-, my thoughts were cut short as his lips meet mine. It was soft and romantic. His lips moved so in sync with mine. He tightens his hold on my thigh running his fingers closer and closer to my core.

“Javi?” I moan. One hand pulling me forward to rest my forehead on his as the other one continues to roam until it slips into my pants. I close my eyes as it sends shivers down my spine.

"I've missed you so much, mi amor," he whispers, his lips tracing a fiery path up her neck. "I've missed your touch, your taste, your scent..." Is it a surprise my heart starts to race as Javier's kisses grow more insistent, his hands exploring every curve of her body. I feel myself melting into his embrace, my own desire igniting like a flame.

"Javier, we should..." she starts to say, but he silences her with a deep, passionate kiss. At the same time his fingers work my panties to the side and slips in. I moaned against his lip not remembering there was somebody in the house too.

“We should" talk, he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. "But first, I need to take care of something more pressing..." And with that, he deepens the kiss, his hand pulls me closer and without warning the other adds another finger and starts moving. My mind was screaming as my mouth held in the moans and any other noise. “You need to keep quiet baby, don’t want my dad walking in on this” His kiss trails down as I nod. Holding on but not for much longer. One hand goes to grip his neck as the other wraps around his wrist. “Fuck, I love hearing how wet you are” He moans. Fuck you Javier Pena. I throw my head back trying to grab hold of his movement.

“Javi, I can’t” My head falls to his shoulder. I bite the flesh provided and it helps muffle my scream. His fingers, although restricted by my jeans, moved perfectly without any trouble in and out of me.

“Almost there?” He teases. I shake my head, getting all the strength I had to pull away. The last experssesion on his face was shock as I stood up and walked over to turn off his lights. “Corazon?” I smile. I undress as I walk back to his bed. I stood infront of him once again as he tried to help but only roamed my exposed body until I had no clothing left. I snatch his hands away and move to lay against the headboard.

“I want to cum with your dick in me” I demand.

“Yes ma’am” I couldn’t help but giggle hearing his bed creak as he jumped on top of me. He hovers over me as he takes my legs and pulls me down to lay flat on his bed. He starts to leave kisses on my leg and slowly trails up my thigh. It felt nice but I didn’t want any role play.

“Pena if you don’t fuck me I will leave and find someone who will” I whisper scream. Suddenly his dark figure was on me again. With a swift move he pulls my legs apart and settles between them. One arm holding him up while the other moves down to remove his night pants.

“I know everyone in Laredo, If you do I will find them” He leans down to whisper in my ear. “And it won’t be pretty where they end up” Fuck, I didn’t know if it was his words are the fact that he was coating his tip with my juices, but I lost my ability to talk. My body moves against him wanting to come closer.

“My Javi” I moaned unexpectedly. His movement stopped. I can feel his gaze on me.

“Fuck” he groans and in a second he was in me. “Tell me again” He grunt pushed harder against me. “Please me amor? I need to hear your voice as I feel you cum” He whispers. How can I deny such pleas? More when he is fucking me so lovely.

“Javi, my Javi” My hands move to caress his chest until they move around his neck. I wanted him close so I pulled him down until his body was flushed against mine and my legs wrapped around his torso. His hips slow down his pace but the intensity increases. I tighten around him wanting to feel every inch, every vein, everything he was giving me. “My sweet Javi” I groan, feeling my lower stomach tighten. His face fell on the crook of my neck. Heavy breathing and panting against my ear was my new favorite melody. My hand gripped his skin trying to make the moment last. “Mine” I could hold on anylonger. His pace was death but it felt damn good. Sweet kisses on my shoulder as I came around him.

“Mi amor” He grunts as I feel him cumming. His grip tightens as he fucks me throught our orgasms.

“Holy shit! Javi” His hand quickly covers my mouth. My chest lifts, unable to contain the ecstasy feeling. My body was tingling and it continued until Javier slowly slowed down his thrust. With one last kiss on my shoulder he pulls back taking me in his arms. I lay on his chest as my hand traces circles on it. When our breath regulates is when he speaks first.

“If I am yours?,” He whispered, moving to look down at me. “Does that mean you belong to me?”I smile. One of his hands moves intertwined with mine.

“No,” I say quickly. “Not yet, but you do belong to me” I shrug like it was nothing. I was waiting to hear a smart remark but he only nodded.

“I’m okay with that” He grips my jaw and makes me look up. “You are mine in so many other ways, and you may not admit it yet but, I know the most important part is mine” He points at my chest, where my heart is. I laugh quietly.

“So corny” I pushed his hand. I try to leave to clean myself up but he pulls me back into his embrace. “Javi we made a mess” I rub my legs, unable to be comfortable.

“Fine,” he grunt, getting out of the bed. “Hurry because I need som y/n time” He stomps to the bathroom and I let out a quiet chuckle. As I hear him soak a rag I remove the bedsheets.

“Next time can you get better sheets?” I throw the percale fabric to the grown next to me. “Something like polyester or cotton. Heavy and soft” I groaned, putting on the new sheets he threw on the bed. “It's too freaking cold to be sleeping in that” I grunt.

“Yes mi amor” I didn’t notice him kneeling infront of me until he grabbed my hips and turned me to face him. “May I?” With your tongue, yes. He smiles as he guides his hand to clean my inner thigh until he is at my core. “So pretty” He whispers and I can’t help but laugh. “What? She's beautiful” He places a kiss and that was my cue to walk away.

“Can I borrow a shirt?” I continue to set the bed on the other side.

“No” I roll my eyes. I finish the bed by throwing the pillows on top. “Javi!”

“Shh-, lets go to sleep” My hands wrap around his head and start to stroke his hair. Brown and wavy. He was beautiful. He pulled us to settle in the middle of his bed. He covers us and pulls me in tighter once we settle comfortably. I look over to the balcony door that I know is still opened.

“Javi” I remove his hair from his eyes but he doesn’t make a noise to acknowledge me. “Amor” I tried to see his reaction but it was too dark. “Javier” I tried to shake him. “Pena!” I groan really trying to push him away. I know he was awake, truly ignoring me at this point. He held me tighter and his response was to hook himself on my boob. “Javi” I grip on his hair. “Fuck..” I moan trying to move for some friction. “We already broke the rule” It was a stupid rule too. Who would have thought we would last until we had a date? “Stop” I throw my head back pushing my chest closer to his mouth. His tongue moved skillfully across one to the other. Licking and tugging until he latched on and started to suck. “Javi, the door” That was my last attempt before I gave all my strength up. I grip harder and wrap my legs around him. At this point I was grinding, wanting him inside of me once more.

“It's open,” He says, pulling away.

“What the fuck Javier?!” I sit up in horror. How dare he just quit and get out of bed? I know that stupid face has a smirk. His dark figure walks and closes the door and then walks over to lock the bedroom door. He was taking his sweet time. I decide to turn around and close my eyes. How dare he do that? I was angry and upset but of course it was hard when his naked body was flushed against my back. His smooth hands creep around me pulling me close. His warm and beautiful face falling in the crook of my neck.

“Darling?” Oh and his voice. Jesus help me. I close my eyes tight not wanting to give in so quickly. “Are you mad?” No. “Want me to continue?” Yes, you piece of shit. “Are you going to keep acting like a brat?” His hand finds my breasts and starts to massage them, pinching them to finally get a reaction out of me. “Mi nina, I don’t want to go to be angry” He whispers as he places a kiss on my cheek. I move my hand to intertwine them with his.

“You had your chance now it's over” I wasn't angry. I turn my head over to capture his lips for a simple longing kiss. “Tomorrow you can make it up to me” I smile, pushing against him more.

“Yeah?” He groans, settling back behind me.

“If I give you the chance” A faint chuckle comes from him. He and I know deep down that I will surely give him a chance but we also know it won’t come easy for him.

“Am very persistent” Javier Peña sure was.

Chapter 19

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milla-frenchy · 3 months ago

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Wow!!! This dark!Javi fic is so good, I loved the vibes, you wrote him so perfectly 👌😍😍

He heads the Cali operation with a boldness and confidence that pushes the limits of the diplomatic courtesy extended by his Columbian hosts. Running missions and chasing leads that leave no slack on the legal reins handed to him by the US government. He’s brash, brave, and reckless – ferocious in his pursuit of justice, almost daring the wings of Lady Luck who rides into battle with him to fail them both.

That's him 😍😍 that's Javi 😍😍

And the worst part is, they had let him continue and go through the motions of putting the Rodriguez brothers behind bars, letting him think he had actually accomplished something when in reality, he had only played the role of clueless puppet in the ruin of innocent lives. It made Javier sick, and he left the DEA jaded and cynical.

This is so good. That's the end of season 3 Javi 👌🥹

He’s back to doing what he needs to: hunting down the remnants of the Cali mafia that had entrenched themselves in New York City and carrying out the government’s stated directive against all drugs - marijuana, heroin, steroids.

Javi the hunter, ooooooooof. I love it so much!! And it's hot af, too 😏😏

By night, Javier hunts alone.

Hot 😏😏😏

The judgment and retribution Javier dispenses is fearsome and precise. Choosing targets that he knows will inflict immeasurable damage during the time it will take the DEA to bring them to justice (if ever), he methodically crosses off the names on a too-long list one by one. They never know he’s coming for them until it’s too late.

Damn. I could read 15 chapters of this

He almost likes it when they fight back – giving him permission to discard any restraint he might have been exercising over his savagery in the name of efficiency. With every blow he lands and every vital organ he guts, Javier feels like he’s fighting for them all: Carrillo, President Gaviria, Helena, Christina, sweet little Olivia’s mother, freaking Puff the cat. Fighting for them now like he should have fought for them back in Columbia.

Damn. Fuck yeah.😍😍

He fell for you hard and fast, head over heels since the day he saw you buying a hotdog from the vendor outside the DEA’s downtown office. Chain-smoking away the stress induced by the bureaucratic red tape he had waiting for him upstairs, Javi watched in slow motion as a mugger took advantage of your attempts to balance your belongings with your lunch – violently grabbing your purse off your arm. His fists clenched instinctively and he was about to leap into action when you rendered him unnecessary - karate chopping the perp with your briefcase without a drop of mustard falling from your hotdog.

Wow she's a fn badaaaaaa ��🫠🫠

And that ending omg!!! I didn't see it coming, it's perfect 🤌👌

I really love this universe you created, Emily 😍😍😍

Freya's mood board is beautiful, but I also love the pics and gif you used 🙏

Dodge

2.9K / Vigilante AU Javier Peña x fem!reader

Summary: Javier Pena does in New York City what he could not in Columbia.

Warnings: AU set after canon events of Season 3. Maybe a wee bit dark but wasn’t Narcos hella dark sometimes? Mention of violence and weapons. Implied ambiguous powers. Established relationship, brief allusion to smut (1). No nicknames in this one! (So weird for me 😂)

A/N: Vigilante AU is the brainchild of the brilliant @almostfoxglove, who inspires constantly with her beautiful moodboards. Here’s the one for Vigilante!Javi and it’s the entire reason this fic exists - thank you, Freya my dearest 😘😘

Dividers by @saradika-graphics 😘

⬇️ Barely edited and mainly just vibes 🫣

Dodged a bullet. It was just a saying.

Or was it?

For a very long time, Javier thought he was just a very lucky man.

Though he did not realize it at the time, for the entirety of his career Javier had held his proverbial breath waiting for that luck to run out - but it never did. When he thinks back to all the Medellin fire fights he’s been caught in, his involvement with Los Pepes (that he’s still not sure he regrets completely), the tense relationship he struck up with Don Berna, and all the times Escobar’s scheming and machinations could have easily rendered him collateral damage, he can’t help but marvel at how many actual and metaphorical bullets he’s dodged.

And if he was to renumerate on it further, he might even count his political tangling with Stechner, his role in Elisa’s escape, and (if he was really honest about it) his almost marriage to Lorraine, as near misses.

While not unscathed and usually worst for the wear, Javier Pena has always landed on his feet.

He had never questioned it before.

But now he decides to test it.

When he miraculously evades any major consequences for his “alleged” partnership with Los Pepes, dodging the treason charges that Judy Moncada had almost gleefully laid at his doorstep before her exile, Javier cannot ignore the brushing feathers of some higher power looking out for him. By the time his deposition in the matter some how lands him a promotion as the DEA's US attaché to Columbia in charge of the fight against the Cali cartel, Javier is certain of its presence.

The way Agent Pena works is not without frustration or devastation; he wins some, he loses more - but at the end of it all, he remains standing.

Javier is almost afraid to put a name to it. To call it luck seems almost derivative of this protection that he’s inexplicably been afforded. Enhanced self preservation? An uncanny ability to evade major bodily harm or danger to his person and livelihood? It doesn’t matter - after Cali Javier knows that he is someone’s god’s favourite.

The price of this so-called gift appears to be guilt. Guilt that he was unable to extend this unmerited favour, that he could not invite others to join him under its umbrella of safety. That he wielded no additional power to protect those that needed protecting was a source of deep shame and anguish that Javier wrestles with on a daily basis.

While he remained relatively intact, Javier could not say the same for the more deserving fellow officers with whom he had the honour of serving alongside: brave Columbian policemen, incorruptible members of Search Bloc, his friends. Carrillo.

What was the point? Why him? Avoiding the direst of consequences for only himself, but unable to prevent the same suffering for others feels like a curse at times.

The months after the downfall of the Cali cartel that Javier spends at Chucho’s ranch is supposed to bring him peace in working the land, being with family. But he cannot find peace. Not when there had been so many causalities and lives destroyed back in Columbia, and he had learned from Stechner, of all people, that it had all been for naught.

Agent Pena had played fair and abided by Uncle Sam’s rules, and it hadn’t mattered at all. Unseen political powers were playing a different global game and with their long reaching arms of corruption, swept all of Javier and the DEA’s strategically placed game pieces off the board before the game had even started. And the worst part is, they had let him continue and go through the motions of putting the Rodriguez brothers behind bars, letting him think he had actually accomplished something when in reality, he had only played the role of clueless puppet in the ruin of innocent lives. It made Javier sick, and he left the DEA jaded and cynical.

How could he be at peace when those that made the rules didn’t have to play by them, and through hubris and indifference allowed the destructive cycle of the drug trade to rage on endlessly?

But Javier didn’t have to play by the rules, did he? He had something on his side that allowed him to push the boundaries of the rigged game - but he couldn’t push if he didn’t play.

So, to Chucho’s disappointment, Javier leaves for New York City to seek out his old boss; not for the first time, bureaucratic politics works in his favour and Messina hands Special Agent Pena a new title: Head of the DEA’s NYC field office.

Javier will never know what strings Messina pulled to get him back in, but he never had any doubt of her success - confident now that when it really matters, fortune will favour Javier Pena. He’s back to doing what he needs to: hunting down the remnants of the Cali mafia that had entrenched themselves in New York City and carrying out the government’s stated directive against all drugs - marijuana, heroin, steroids. It’s not easy work by any means, but somehow, he feels at more at home weeding out stateside trafficking networks and shutting down home grown labs in the five boroughs than he did those months he spent in Laredo.

By day, Agent Pena hunts the scourge of the city with the aid of his team of talented agents, all eager to make a difference and brimming with strong moral fibre. He can’t quite bring himself to destroy their faith in the system that he now knows actively works against them and their efforts. He allows them to fight the good fight so that they can go home and sleep at night in a way that Javier almost doesn’t remember anymore. Wiretaps, stakeouts, informant deals, raids and busts – all done by the book, slow going and above board.

By night, Javier hunts alone. Armed with the intel collected via those same formal and official channels of his government day job, he sets out to informally and unofficially deal with cartel and drug trade players under the cover of dark. Hats off to you, Uncle Sam.

They never know he’s coming for them until it’s too late. They don’t know that this vigilante leverages intel painstakingly gathered and vetted by DEA resources in the only way it will ever be truly effective; that he’s more than acquainted with their whereabouts and routine movements. Their executioner has memorized all of their weaknesses and vulnerabilities before they even know they’re on his chopping block. They don’t know that the masked avenger stalks through the night and scales building without fear or hesitation, imbued with a confidence that can only come with doing the right thing, and something else that all but guarantees his success.

The investigative and strategic mind that serves Javier as an officer of the law remains his most trusted weapon when he’s off the clock. He tirelessly pours over surveillance data, building and city plans – identifying single point entrances and exits, quick escape routes, and areas where there will be no witnesses… or civilian casualties. Never again will Javier Pena allow the pursuit of a criminal to hurt another innocent.

He finds that he’s partial to knives and blades, avoiding firearms completely for his nighttime pursuits. From Javier’s experience, guns are too easy traced unless he were to engage with the illegal arms trade, and there are some lines he’s still unwilling to cross. Guns are the weapons of the loud and arrogant, the sometimes ignorant – knives obey only skill and discretion.

But his preference is to use his hands. Every time Javier feels the crush of bones or the splitting of flesh beneath his fists, his chest fills with pride and accomplishment. The splattering of blood and the swollen, mangled bodies of his targets after he’s through with them become like therapeutic art; his hands are his chosen instrument and he paints his canvas for the evening with bloodshed and barbarism, expressing his bottled-up fury at his past failures and the grief he still keeps buried deep for those he’s lost.

Even the squelching of the red sticky liquid that pools out from where his blades land true and the gurgling of blood-filled mouths become welcomed melodies to his ears. The final desperate gasping for air and the crunch of shattering bones act as the percussion section of a violent orchestra – one that Javier that conducts with the passion of a musician who’s finally found his muse.

His actions do not go wholly unnoticed. The DEA picks up chatter about a masked vigilante who seems to only target drug lords and narcotics organizations, one who seemingly appears out of nowhere to strike deadly and crippling blows to the cartels before disappearing without a trace. It sounds like something straight out of a comic book. A few news outlets run a couple of pieces on him, but the NYPD and federal agencies are all too overwhelmed by this War on Drugs™ that Javier knows they’ll never win, to look a gift horse in the mouth. For now, the hunter does not become the hunted. Once again, luck favours Javier Pena.

Though he is satisfied with his ongoing results, Javier is nowhere near immortal or indestructible. He bleeds and bruises, his ribs crack and his knuckles split. He’s constantly dog-tired and concussed, every part of him is scraped and achy, but he heals. He’s alive.

Each poorly set bone break and new scar carved onto Javier’s body is worn with pride – collected like trophies that fuel the fire of his resolve and righteousness.

He doesn’t feel the guilt anymore.

The only time self reproach creeps up on him is when Javi lies to you. He feels the low stir of something uncomfortable in his chest when he claims to be going on a DEA nighttime raid and your sweet response is to tell him to be careful and wish him back to you soon. It feels even worse when he slips out of your warm, safe bed while you remain unaware and asleep like an innocent angel, and it surges hot and shameful when he slips back under the covers while it’s still dark and you welcome him, soft and inviting, oblivious to the violence and brutality that now clings to his naked skin.

He should leave you be, let the goodness you radiant remain unsullied by his darkness, but he can’t. He fell for you hard and fast, head over heels since the day he saw you buying a hotdog from the vendor outside the DEA’s downtown office. Chain-smoking away the stress induced by the bureaucratic red tape he had waiting for him upstairs, Javi watched in slow motion as a mugger took advantage of your attempts to balance your belongings with your lunch – violently grabbing your purse off your arm. His fists clenched instinctively and he was about to leap into action when you rendered him unnecessary - karate chopping the perp with your briefcase without a drop of mustard falling from your hotdog. He’s amazed, amused, tickled – a litany of light and joyous emotions Javi had forgotten were possible. He comes over to ensure the would-be mugger doesn’t retaliate and asks if you’re okay; he swears the smile you give him is more dangerous than Escobar himself ever was.

You’re the most perfect thing in Javi’s life and the only thing he has just for himself. You play no role in his quest to snuff out the insidiousness that sinks its teeth deeper and deeper into this city everyday, and unlike the women of his past, you aren’t an atonement for his previous complacency and deep seeded regrets. You just let him be – and he’s just Javi to you, not Agent Pena or even Javier. Just Javi with whom you happily wile away hours talking about nothing and everything, who holds you when you cry to sappy movies, who you convince to try every ramen joint on the island of Manhattan, who pulls the most stomach caving, soul shaking orgasms from you. In return, you give him a new peace – one where his nightmares end with soft and loving arms hugging him awake, where the confessions of his past misdeeds and failures in Columbia aren’t met with pity or judgment but with compassion and tenderness; a peace that seems to know no end - entangling and weaving its delicate and ever-growing tendrils with something that reminds Javi of hope. You give him a peace he didn’t know was possible for someone like him, and one that he’s not sure he deserves. Javi loves you. But he lies to you.

He thinks, no, he knows, that one day it will all come to a head - the people he hunts as DEA, the vigilante justice he dispenses at night, and the life he’s come to treasure in the home he’s built with you. And when that time inevitably comes, Javi hopes – prays - that whatever grace has deigned to keep him from succumbing to fates suffered by many better men than he, will once again come to his aid and prevent him from losing what’s truly important, what makes his life worth living.

That time might be tonight.

The evening has been wonderfully typical, bellies full, you and Javi are on your way to try a new ice cream place for dessert when you hear two gunshots ring out. Then more shots in rapid succession as sirens approach. Javi pushes you down behind some parked cars - finding a safe line a sight from which he assesses the situation to ensure that the two of you are a safe distance away before properly reading the scene.

With some weariness, Javi realizes he’s played a role in what’s happening in front of him. Two nights ago, he took out the numbers man and head of security for the remnant of one of Pacho’s old distribution networks. It seems a local gang has decided to take advantage of the sudden power vacuum and take the territory by force. But with the NYPD now arrived on scene, the rival gangs unite against their common enemy, and Javi counts four, five, police officers currently being pinned down behind their patrol cars by round after round of gunfire.

He should help. But he doesn’t have a firearm on him and his DEA badge alone isn’t going to do any good. He could pretend he’s a citizen, but that would never fly – for all the same reasons he wears a mask during his nightly crusades, Javi knows he would be identified sooner or later, and without some flexibility to do what’s needed, he would likely find himself pinned under a hail of bullets like his brothers in blue.

And you. How could he leave you? You must be so scared right now. He looks over to you and to his shock, not only do you look calm and determined, you’re holding out the black cashmere scarf that you’ve unwound from your neck, offering it to him in your open hands.

Javi looks at down the scarf, then up at you – confused, stunned.

Pushing your scarf towards him, you give your brave boyfriend a wise and reassuring smile, “Take it, Javi. You need to cover your face, don’t you?”

It takes Javi more time than the situation affords him to comprehend what you’re saying. How long have you known? His world is simultaneously eerily still yet wildly spinning, with you at its calm centre. Wordlessly, Javi takes your scarf and wraps it swiftly around his head until only his eyes remain exposed, securing the ends with a tight knot against the back of his head so his makeshift mask doesn’t slip.

Your eyes now wide and worried, you nonetheless press a confident kiss to Javi’s lips through the luxurious fabric, “I’ll be fine, I promise. Go and be careful, my love.”

Feeling Javi return your affections and the air of something like ‘thank you’ puff through the soft wool against your lips, you hold steady the look of adoration and devotion in his chocolate brown eyes with one of your own before you see them turn towards the ongoing cacophony of bullets with a steely resolve.

Holding your breath, you watch your Javi slip into the night. “Come back to me,” you whisper, unaware that you’ve already been gifted the promise of his safe return.

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 2 years ago

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Use me

Summary: You pick Javier up from the airfield after he wasn’t able to take Miguel Rodriguez from the Cali Cartel in. You don’t make it home before he needs you to get his mind off of things.

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: fluff, smut (public sex, unprotected sex, oral f receiving, edging on the hood of a car), a hint of tactical vest Javi, Dom-ish Javi, soft Javi

A/N: After staring at the title for an hour it won't get better. Enjoy lol

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You were still going through some files in the embassy when the phone rang. Okay you might have been close to falling asleep at your desk, but you were there.

On the line was someone requesting a pick up from the airfield just outside of the city for Javier.

You knew why he had left in the early morning.

He had woken you up while you were still in his bed, your eyes finding him already dressed as he looked down at you.

“We’re gonna get Miguel Rodriguez today,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead, his fingers brushing over your cheek. You gave him a sleepy smile.

“Go get him, baby,” you had smiled, before he kissed you.

But he didn’t get him. Feistl had called earlier to give you an update.

This fucking country.

No… Not the country. The people who seemed to take drug money with a hand kiss to let the Cartells do whatever they wanted as long as the money kept coming.

You packed your stuff and grabbed Javi’s car keys. You had taken his car today.

While your relationship with Javier was never really made official by either one of you, it was an open secret.

You had met him years back when he was still on the hunt for Escobar. You worked as a secretary for the ambassador and Javi and Steve were… well they had been the reason for many, many late nights at the embassy, causing you more and more work.

You hadn’t been a big fan of them.

But in all those years, you had never really talked to Javier until he had been sent back to help take down the Cali Cartel. Which made him your boss because you had joined the DEA as an active agent after Escobar was gone.

You were still treated like a secretary most times, the curse of being a woman in this work environment. Falling in love with the boss did not really help with that.

He had found you sitting in a bar on a friday night on your own after a particularly gruesome day and invited you for a drink.

Safe to say, it didn’t stay at that one drink and now months later you had moved into his apartment and you were so stupidly in love with him, that it made you gag sometimes.

You leaned against the car standing just outside of the airfield watching the tiny plane land. It was almost 2am by now and you were looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning.

But first you had to take care of Javier.

He would be in a mood. For weeks, months he was fighting against this system of corruption, leaving him frustrated as he tried to work against the system.

To do better.

You wished you could take all this frustration from him and just let him breathe for a moment. But you couldn’t. So you did the one thing you knew would help him and let him use your body to take his frustrations out.

You couldn’t count the nights he had left you a satisfied mess after he had broken you apart little by little for hours with his hands, his tongue, his cock until he finally felt the weight on his chest lifted just enough to finally breathe before he fell asleep on your chest.

The plane parked and the door opened. Javier was still wearing his yellow sunglasses, his shirt and his tactical vest. He was talking to a man who exited the plane behind him, shaking his hand before he closed his eyes and tilted his head up towards the sky, taking a deep breath.

Your heart broke for him.

When his eyes opened he turned around, his eyes found yours. You smiled at him but he just kept looking at you, his face a hard mask before he slowly began to walk towards you.

The closer you came, the more you could read him.

He was on edge. Every muscle in his body tense. His lips were pressed into a thin line and you could see the way he was forcing himself to take deep breaths.

You knew that look.

The last time you had seen him like that was when Stechner made him go on a pointless journey into the jungle by helicopter.

He had made you cum four times before he even thought about taking his pants off that night. You wore the hickeys all over your body for a week, and he made up for it until every bruise had healed, kissing every single one of them every day.

Now you were relieved when he was standing in front of you, unharmed.

“Hey,” you whispered, looking up into his eyes. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall against yours as he took a deep breath, before he kissed your forehead and took the car keys from your fingers.

“Get in the car,” he whispered against your ear, his fingers working the vest open and taking it off, before he turned from you and opened the drivers door to get in, throwing the vest on the backseat.

You took a deep calming breath, still feeling the ghost of his breath brush over your skin before you turned around and got into the car. You looked at Javi, putting the seat belt on as he started the car.

Without another word he drove the car away from the airfield.

The radio was playing some slow Spanish song you didn’t recognize while the city lights flew by. You risked a glance to your side, looking at Javi. One of his hands was gripping the steering while, his other hand laying on his thigh, his finger rubbing over the fabric of his jeans.

“Are you hurt?” you whispered and he glanced at you.

“No,” he said, the hand that was on his thigh reaching over, taking yours to bring it to his lips.

“Do you want to get something to eat?” you asked.

“No,” he said again, pulling your hand on his thigh. You glanced around as you noticed the car getting slower, not recognizing where you were.

He turned off the engine.

“I want you to take your pants and panties off and walk to the front of the car,” he said, now looking at you. You took a shuddering breath as you looked up into his dark eyes, his sunglasses finally taken off. He raised his right eyebrow impatiently when you didn’t move.

You knew you could just say the word and he would let it go and drive you home. Looking away from him you looked around. You couldn’t see a house or… anything really. Just trees and darkness, a single street lamp in the far distance.

You let go of his hand, your fingers pulling at the button of your jeans before you pulled the zipper down and wiggled out of your pants, making Javi groan at your lack of underwear.

“No panties? Naughty,” he hummed as he watched you.

“You rubbed off of me, sir,” you teased, wiggling a little until you got your pants off over your shoes. Javi’s fingers tilted your chin towards him, crashing his lips down on yours. You released a surprised yelp before you pushed your hands into his hair, wanting him closer.

“I want to eat you out on the hood of this car until you can’t think straight,” he hummed against your lips and you moaned.

“You want that? My fingers, my mouth, my tongue…” he sucked your bottom lip in and you shivered.

“Yes… Yes please…” you whined.

“Good,” he parted from your lips and turned around to get out of the car, leaving you to take a couple of deep breaths before you followed him out.

He leaned with one hand on the hood of the car, his other hand rubbing over his moustache. You bit your lip, shivering more from anticipation than from the cold breeze as you walked towards him.

He kissed you as soon as you were close, one hand on the back of your head to pull you closer while he pushed you with his body against the car, his other hand on your ass, pushing you against him. His tongue dipped into your mouth and you couldn’t help but moan, crossing your arms behind his neck.

He nibbled on your bottom lip, his nose brushing over yours before both hands came to rest on your waist.

“Jump,” he mumbled and you did without a second thought as he helped you sit on the hood of his jeep, his hands pushing your thighs apart as he looked up at you. His fingertips rubbed over the skin of your inner thighs.

He was almost on eye level with your pussy as he leaned against his car.

Slowly he put your legs over his shoulder, kissing your inner thighs softly before he bit a mark into it, repeating it on the other leg.

“If you cum on anything else than my cock tonight you’ll regret it,” he said, looking up at you and you shakily breathed out before you nodded.

“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” he said.

“Yes Javi,” you whispered, sucking your bottom lip in.

“My good girl,” he hummed, his tongue licking up your pussy, making you shiver.

He wasted no time, knowing exactly what buttons to push, how he had to touch you to bring you to the edge within minutes. Literally making out with your pussy, his tongue flicking over your clit just the way you liked it.

“Fuck.. Fuck Javi,” you whimpered, your hands in his hair, already feeling your orgasm approaching but just before you came he stopped and you whined in disappointment. He looked up at you, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“You taste fucking delicious right before you cum,” he hummed and you let yoru head fall back against the hood.

“Ready for more?” he asked.

“Do I get a choice?”

“No,” he said before he dove in again.

You were a mess. Tears running down your cheeks as you held on to Javi’s hair. He was humming against you, you were so oversensitive that the single lick of his tongue almost made you orgasm.

But he had kept true to his word.

The sky was starting to change colours, the sun getting ready to rise when you heard him unbuckle his belt. Getting up to lean on your elbows positively exhausted you looked at him as he pushed his pants down, his cock painfully hard and leaking.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, letting me use you,” he said and you could see his whole face glistening with you.

“You think you can stand so I can fuck you from behind, mi sol?” he asked.

“Don’t think I will ever walk again, honestly,” you sighed but started to get up and he chuckled. His hands were on your hips as he helped you down and he held you up when you indeed struggled to keep on your feet after those last hours. He kissed you, diving his tongue inside of you moaning against your lips.

He guided you to the side of the car, turning you around so you were bent over, your arms keeping you upright.

It was then that you noticed where he had brought you.

You were in the mountains, overlooking the whole city. It was the place he had brought you when he asked you to move in with him.

You smiled softly as Javi kissed up your neck, his head on your shoulder.

“I hope you know how much I love you, mi sol,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Javi,” you smiled, moaning when he pushed his cock inside of you in one fluid motion.

You were surprised by your orgasm, shaking in his arms while he cursed, his lips sucking on your neck.”

And he hadn’t even moved.

“Fuck baby you soaked me…” he chocked a laugh.

“So…. so good….” you moaned and you felt him smile against your skin.

“Want you to cum inside me, Javi.” you hummed when he started to move.

“Yeah?” he asked, you only nodded.

“Want me to fill you up?” he held on to your hips, fucking into you from behind just as the sun came up. His other hand ran up under your shirt, squeezing your breasts.

It was strangely romantic.

“Fill me up Javi,” you moaned, feeling yourself cum again, squeezing his cock and he gasped, thrusting a couple more times before you felt him spill deep inside of you.

He let his head fall against your back before he kissed your neck.

“Feeling better?” you asked over your shoulder and he kissed you.

“Always with you,” he smiled.

“Good,” you nodded, rubbing your nose over his.

“Now please get me home I need a shower and some sleep,” you teased and he laughed.

He got you both tamales and coffee for breakfast on your way home. He took the time to shower you, wash your hair, kiss every part of your body his lips could reach.

And then he held you in his arms as you both fell asleep.

For once not caring about what was going on in this country.

Both of your brains blissfully quiet.

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years ago

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Boss — Chapter 20

pairing: javier peña x CIA!OC

warnings: angst, pregnancy & symptoms, feelings of inadequacy, narcos stuff, very fluffy ending

words: 3.9k

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The mission had proven to be a disaster—and a mildly dangerous one considering the precious cargo Valeria was carrying in her stomach.

Miguel Rodriguez was nowhere to be found, the agents Javier boasted about seemingly taken for a run by their “insider”. She oversaw the destruction of the condo, the agents desperate to find anything that might help save face with their boss.

Valeria stood in the messy living room of the condo, her hand on her stomach over her bulletproof vest, the anti-nausea meds she’d taken that morning now worn off.

“Hey Chief,” Fiestl stepped into the room holding a book. “Think we found something.”

“A book?” She sighed and reached out for it, the agent giving her a worried look as he took in her pale and sweaty face.

“Are you okay, Chief? You look sick.” She rolled her eyes and nodded, definitely not about to tell Feistl about her pregnancy before she told her fiancé.

“I’m fine. What—ugh—what is this?” She fought the vomit that was creeping up her throat as she opened up the book, eyes scanning over the nonsense. “This is code. Is this—“

“Their ledger.” He smiled proudly as he watched her nod, am impressed smile making its way onto her face. A loud banging interrupted the moment, her eyes shooting up in a squint.

“What the hell is that?” Valeria groaned and walked towards the sound, spotting Agent Van Ness tearing into the shower wall. “What the fuck is happening?”

“I’m being thorough.” He continued at his task, her fingers reaching to rub at your temples.

“We don’t have enough time for this. We’re already—“

“Chief Hernandez,” the attorney general walked into the room and demanded that her agents quit what they were doing. “You’re in violation of article 22–“

“Violation of what? Arresting a fugitive?” Feistl spat at the officer, Valeria’s hand raising to calm him down.

“Feistl—“

“No, fuck that. Miguel Rodriguez is in that wall.” Van Ness raised his sledge hammer once more but she called out his name to stop him from doing anything.

“I demand that you cease your search and leave the premises.” Valeria sighed at the officers orders, eyebrows furrowed together as she looked at her two eager agents. Although she admired their drive and tenacity, if they continued to do anything at the current moment, they’d be shipped back to the US and taken off the roster completely.

“Let’s go.” She watched as they threw a fit, her temper suddenly becoming much more difficult to control now that there was a human being built inside of her. “That’s enough. We’re going.”

“Fuck this.” Feistl mumbled under his breath as he passed her to walk out, Van Ness giving her a glare as he followed him.

She felt like shit, not only for failing to capture the godfather, or the fact that her agents now resented her, but because she’d been holding in her vomit for the past hour.

She barely made it outside the building when she doubled over by a bush, the crew of agents and officers giving her odd stares as they watched her throw up. “I’ll shoot whoever I catch staring at me right now.”

All the agents around her dispersed into their vehicles while she wiped your mouth and stood up. She walked to the jeep she came in, Feistl and Van Ness waiting in the front of the car while she climbed into the backseat.

“If we want to catch him and keep him, we have to follow the laws. If it wasn’t for the officers, I would’ve picked up a hammer and joined you, but this all means nothing if we’re shipped back to Washington.” She spoke through labored breaths, the men nodding and mumbling their apologies. “Let me talk to Peña about the fuck up before you guys call him, okay? This is on me.”

“Well, he’s less likely to strangle you given the upcoming nuptials.” Van Ness attempted a joke, but she gave him a stare that even she could acknowledge looked exactly like Javier’s unimpressed glare. “Two peas in a pod.”

“Can we go now? Or are you going to keep trying out new material?” The agent said nothing, simply pulling out and heading back to the airport so that she could catch her plane back to Bogota.

•••

Javier stood in the humid heat of the Colombian jungle, surrounded by a militia and his old Narcos leak, Don Berna. He couldn’t have imagined a place he’d like to be less, but their company was necessary if he wanted to get Jurado’s wife back after she was kidnapped.

To make matters worse, his bulky cell phone got no reception out in this wilderness. He walked around the camp like an idiot, holding his phone up to the sky in hopes of being able to make a call to Valeria to let her know he was safe and to ask how the op went.

“Good luck with that.” Don Berna spoke in Spanish, chuckling at him and watched as Javier shot him a glare, lowering the cell and putting it in the holder on his tactical belt. Javier walked into the wooden shelter, irritated and desperate to get away from his company. “Look at us, Peña. Who would’ve thought we’d both be bosses. Did they give you a nice house?”

“It’s okay.” He mumbled back in Spanish, checking that the extra pistol he kept on him had bullets in it.

“You should see my house. Everyday I take my shits in a different bathroom. My wife loves it.” Javier shot an amused look over at Berna, chuckling at the thought of him finding love.

“Your wife?” He chuckled and turned back to the gun.

“I’m a family man.” He replied sternly. “I bet you’re still living out of a suitcase.”

Javier tensed at the mention of his past reputation, though he equally was uncomfortable at the thought of correcting him and talking about Valeria with a man so criminal. He slammed the clip into the pistol and walked off, Don Berna chuckling at how well he was able to get under his skin.

Right now, he needed to focus on the upcoming rescue mission—not his ever-present worry for his fiancé. He was about to be walking into the jungle at night, armed men everywhere looking to kill him and the woman he was sent to rescue. The best thing he could do to protect Valeria was to not get himself distracted and killed—even if it was next to impossible to rid her well-being from his mind, he had to try.

•••

“You’re a piece of shit.”

Christina Jurado’s words played over and over in Javier’s head as he sat at the airport, waiting for their flight back to Bogota after having successfully rescued her from the jungle.

Though he’d just risked his life to save her, she showed little appreciation for it—though, he didn’t blame her. It was partially due to him that she was kidnapped in the first place, and it was completely due to him that her husband was locked up in jail.

Still, the words struck him hard—the sentiment having been played over and over in his own head for years now, never verbalized by anyone until that moment.

Javier stood up and walked out of the room, his hand scratching at the back of his neck as he tried to think about better things, happier things—like Valeria. He found a private area in the airport and pulled out his cellphone, dialing her apartment’s phone number and listening to the dial tone.

“Hello?” Her voice was eager, as though she’d been sitting by the phone for the past two days. And little did he know, she had.

“Hey, baby.” His voice was immediately soft, a smile growing on his once sour face at the sound of her voice. It had been a long time since he’d gone two days without speaking to her—the last time being their breakup.

“Javier, thank god. I’ve been worried sick, trying to call you but it never went through. I started to think…nevermind.” Valeria didn’t want to verbalize the fears that filled her over the past two days. “How did it all go?”

“We’re at the airport now, gonna catch the next flight.” He turned his head to look into the room Christina was sat in, sighing at the remembrance of her words. “God, baby…I can’t wait to see you. It’s been…been a hard couple of days.”

“Are you okay? You sound…I don’t know. Sad.” Her brows laced together as she listened to him, desperate to have him in front of her so that she could see through whatever lie he was about to tell her to downplay his feelings.

“It’s just been a hard time. And I miss you.” His eyes closed for a moment as he focused on her breathing. “I miss you a lot, mi vida. Not leaving you again.”

“I miss you too, baby.” She frowned at the pain in his voice, wishing she could reach through the phone and hug it all away.

“Agent Peña, there’s a call for you. It’s urgent.” She heard his secretary speaking to him in the background, Javier’s sigh sounding out through the line.

“I gotta go, baby. I’ll be home in a couple hours.”

“Be safe. I love you.”

“I love you.” He ended the call and put his cell phone in its holster before grabbing the one his secretary was holding. “Peña.”

“Ambassador here. Jurado’s dead. Stabbed in the neck by an inmate.” Javier felt the wind getting knocked out of him at the news. Not only did he lose his best witness, but he also was to blame for putting Jurado in that position in the first place. Now, he had to go tell his wife that her husband was gone—for good.

“Peña, the plane is boarding.” Javier’s secretary was ushering Christina out of the room she was sat in, his face pale as a ghost as he lowered the cellphone from his ear and hung it up. Christina looked into Javier’s sorrow filled eyes and instantly knew what happened. She shook her head and tears welled in her eyes as Javier opened his lips to speak, but nothing could come out.

“No…” She shook her head and began to sob, Javier’s arms reaching to pull her in for a comforting hug but she pounded her fists against his chest. Crying hysterically, the guards had to hold her back from Javier as she screamed at him. “This is your fault! Your fault!”

As if he needed her to let him know. He already felt it deep inside his bones. She was now a widow because of his choices. All because of his choices.

•••

Valeria was sitting on the couch watching a local news station when Javier came home. Her head whipped over at the sound of the door opening, quickly getting on her feet and walking over to him. Javier had managed to hold in his tears all the way home, but the minute he saw her, his composure completely slipped away. His eyes met hers and that was all it took for him to break into a sob, falling into her arms, his head resting against her chest as she held him tight.

“Javi, whats wrong?” She’d never seen him cry like this before, his hands gripping her close as though he was a terrified little boy. She walked him to the couch and turned off the news, pulling him closer into her arms and rocking him as he wept into her shoulder.

“J-Jurado…he got killed…his wife…it’s all because of me.” He buried his face deeper into her neck and clung on tighter, his body shaking against her. She was glad he couldn’t see her face—pure grief, shock, and concern all over it.

She knew just how much of an impact these deaths had on him, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Her heart split in half as she thought about the thoughts that must be running through his mind—guilt, shame, inadequacy. It hurt the most because he wasn’t anything near the monster his brain convinced him he was. But she knew nothing she could say right now could fully convince him that he was a good man, so she just held him tighter and kissed his head in hopes that actions would speak louder than words.

“I’m a piece of shit. She said it and…it’s the truth. I’m a fucking piece of—“ Javier was cut off by Valeria’s lips on his, kissing away the salty tears that fell down his cheeks and gathered there. He fought it for a moment, trying to repeat himself over and over, but soon he melted into her like her kiss was his only saving grace. His hands on her waist gripped her so tight it nearly hurt, but she happily welcomed his desperation. “You’re the only thing…only good thing I have.”

Her heart ached for him, pulling his face away and looking into his red eyes, eyelashes wet and clumped together from his tears. It was a startling sight to see such a strong and perhaps emotionally calloused man falling apart right in front of her. She ran her thumbs over his cheeks before kissing his brow bone, eyes closing as she rested there and breathed him in. “I’m not the only good thing you have…anymore.”

He pulled back to look into her eyes, his still full of tears as he watched her begin to shed a few tears of her own. She smiled and chuckled, wiping the tears away as she looked down at her stomach. Javier’s eyes followed hers and looked lower, a broken gasp slipping from his lips when she rested her hand over her stomach. He furrowed his brows and chuckled out a sob, a look of pure disbelief all over his face.

“Surprise,” she offered with a shrug, studying his frozen state of shock carefully. Javier’s hand shook as it reached to rest over hers on her stomach, a smile finally growing on his wet face as he lifted his eyes back to hers.

“Is this for real? You’re really—“

“Pregnant? Yeah, baby, yeah I am.” She nodded and let out another chuckled sob, Javier’s hands reaching for her face and pulling her deep into another kiss. Their tears mixed together on their lips as the two of them kissed all the pain away, overwhelmed by the immense and sudden joy of the news. When Javier pulled back, he shook his head, eyes dropped back to her stomach.

“I…god,” he chuckled and wiped his tears off his face with his palms, lifting his eyes back to hers and furrowing his brows. “I love you. I wish there were bigger words for the way I feel about you…about you both.”

She chuckled through her tears and felt her life’s purpose suddenly shift. Now, the only thing in the world that mattered to her was the man in front of her and the product of their love inside of her.

“I’ve…I’ve been doing a lot of thinking since finding out—“

“Yeah, when did you find out?” He interrupted, his tears now fully dried, his eyes red and tired as he relaxed into the couch more.

“The morning you left for the op.” He nodded before remembering that morning’s interaction, his lips parting as he looked at her.

“Wait—when you said you were ��pooping’, you were actually finding out that you were carrying my child?” He chuckled as she looked away with a guilty smile, his fingers coming to pinch her chin. “Why didn’t you tell me then?”

“Because,” she smiled bashfully as she came to rest her head on his shoulder, her hand dancing against his jean clad thigh. “You we’re about to leave, and I was about to go on my op, and I knew if I told you you wouldn’t allow either of those things to happen.”

“Fair.” He chuckled and squeezed her closer, kissing the top of her head. “Anyways, you were saying that you’ve been thinking? I hope you’re not about to break-up with me, cariño. The baby brewing inside you is gonna make that a little complicated.”

She chuckled and shook her head, lifting it off his shoulder so she could look him in the eyes, their faces only an inch from each other.

“No, never gonna break up with you, Javi.” She delighted in the softness of his smile, her words providing a necessary reassurance. “No, I, uh…I thought being back in action was what I wanted. Thought it would make me feel fulfilled, but during the op…all I could think about was our child and…it all just felt so insignificant—being out in the field.”

Javier’s eyes bounced quickly between hers, his heart beating solely for her as he listened to the softness in her voice.

“And, so…I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s time for me to resign. End my contract early.” Valeria sighed out as she got to the point, feeling nervous as though he’d be disappointed in her. “But if you don’t think that’s a good idea, you know, I’ll stick with it and finish out my contract, but I just feel so consumed with love for the two of you that I can’t focus on anything else—”

“Cariño, mi vida,” he chuckled softly and shook his head, his eyes softening with absolute tenderness and affection. His hand reached to rest on her cheek, her head tilting into his touch as she gave him a shy smile. “I’m done too.”

“What?” She chuckled and lifted her head from his palm to study him better.

“I’m done with this. After tonight, after…” He trailed off, still not quite ready to visit those feelings of remorse and guilt again. “I’m done. I don’t want to do anything involving this shit anymore. Guns, drugs, death…I don’t want it anywhere near either of you.”

Valeria felt her chest rumble as a surprise sob hit her, a smile on her face as she began to cry. He gave her an adoring frown as he wiped her tears away, his other hand coming to rest on her stomach.

“All I could think about in that fucking jungle surrounded by evil, awful men was you. And now that I know that you’re carrying our child—that we’re starting a family? There’s no way I can go back out there and do this shit. No way.” She nodded and leaned over onto his chest, his lips pecking the crown of her head. “Tomorrow, I’ll be handing in my letter of resignation to the Ambassador.”

“Yeah?” She lifted her eyes again to watch him nod, his eyes lowering to her lips. He placed a soft peck to her swollen lips, lingering there and giving her a few extra kisses out of sheer need. “Guess we can hand them in together.”

“What are we gonna do after we tell the government to fuck off, hm? Where do you wanna raise our family?” He accepted her as she climbed onto his lap, his fingers combing her hair out of bee face, eyes darting across her features to sear this moment in his mind for the rest of his life.

“I’m not close to my mom, and truthfully, I don’t really care to be. But you are close with your dad, and I love your dad too. What do you think about staying close to him in Texas?” She watched as Javier smiled widely, chuckling to himself. “What’s so funny?”

“I just never thought this dream would come true for me.” She was rendered speechless under the weight of his sincerity.

“It’s happening,” she nodded and lowered his hand from her face and back to her stomach. “What do you say to us raising our baby in Laredo? They can grow up with their abuelo…hear him tell stories about their abuela. And when they get old enough, maybe we can tell them all about the silly fight that made their parents realize that they couldn’t live without each other.”

“God, baby…you’re going to make me cry again.” He chuckled and wiped the tears in his eyes away before speaking again. “I…would love that. Is that what you want? I don’t want you settling down somewhere just because—“

“I felt more at home in Texas around you and your dad then I ever did around either of my parents in Arizona. I want this.” She pressed her lips to his in a soft peck. Javier cradled her face and pressed his forehead to hers as she sat on his lap.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about your dad passing?”

“I don’t know, I just…I don’t know how I feel about it, so…it never made sense to bring up.” She pulled back and shrugged, her heart racing in her chest at the change in topic. “My dad was not a easy man to love. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” he nodded and stroked her hair back, his tone softer than the world’s finest cashmere. “We don’t have to talk about it, cariño.”

“Thank you.” She offered a weak smile before climbing off his lap. Javier grabbed her hand before she could walk away, pouting his lip out. “Where are you going?”

“Turns out morning sickness happens all day.” She chuckled before tugging her hand away from his, the urge to vomit growing stronger with each passing second.

“Oh, shit. Do you need anything? Meds, food…anything?” He stood up and followed her to the restroom, watching as she shook her head and gently pushed him out of the doorway of the bathroom by his stomach.

“Just for you to not listen to me throwing up.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head at her request.

“Cariño, you really think a little throw up is going to scare me off?” Valeria shrugged at his question, her hand covering her mouth as her vomit began to make its way upwards. There was no time to argue, her body lunging over to the toilet and letting it all out. Javier sat down on the edge of the tub next to her, rubbing his warm hand over her back as she remained doubled over. “My mom used to tell me that boys were an easy pregnancy, but girls sucked the life out of the mother. Guess we’re having a girl.”

“Hooray.” She croaked from where you sat, Javier’s chest rumbling with laughter at her unenthusiastic tone.

“I’m so proud of you, cariño.” It was the sincere truth, and it went far beyond the fact that she was carrying his child and dealing with the sickness that came along with it. He was proud of her for every single thing she did, all the time. “You’re a one in a million kind of woman, I hope you know that.”

“I would cry if I had the energy.” She sat back against his knees, her head resting on them as she panted. “I love you, Javier. More than I’ll ever love anyone.”

“God, cariño, I love you. More than anyone. Forever.”

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tacticalhimbo · 4 years ago

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THIS POST IS NO LONGER RELEVANT. READ THE UPDATED POST IF YOU GIVE AN ACTUAL FUCK ABOUT OUR COMMUNITY OUTSIDE OF SANITIZED CORPO ACTIVISM (original post preserved under cut for reference; even with the ignored amendment)

Woke up today to see it was the 12th, the day of the Pulse Nightclub shooting.

As someone who lives relatively near Orlando, I remember this day so vividly and I still feel a lot of pain for the victims even five years later.

This list isn't in order with the photograph above, but please take a moment to remember their names:

Stanley Almodovar III, 23

Amanda Alvear, 25

Oscar A. Aracena-Montero, 26

Rodolfo Ayala-Ayala, 33

Alejandro Barrios Martinez, 21

Martin Benitez Torres, 33

Antonio D. Brown, 30

Darryl R. Burt II, 29

Jonathan A. Camuy Vega, 24

Angel L. Candelario-Padro, 28

Simon A. Carrillo Fernandez, 31

Juan Chevez-Martinez, 25

Luis D. Conde, 39

Cory J. Connell, 21

Tevin E. Crosby, 25

Franky J. Dejesus Velazquez, 50

Deonka D. Drayton, 32

Mercedez M. Flores, 26

Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz, 22

Juan R. Guerrero, 22

Paul T. Henry, 41

Frank Hernandez, 27

Miguel A. Honorato, 30

Javier Jorge-Reyes, 40

Jason B. Josaphat, 19

Eddie J. Justice, 30

Anthony L. Laureano Disla, 25

Christopher A. Leinonen, 32

Brenda L. Marquez McCool, 49

Jean C. Mendez Perez, 35

Akyra Monet Murray, 18

Kimberly Morris, 37

Jean C. Nieves Rodriguez, 27

Luis O. Ocasio-Capo, 20

Geraldo A. Ortiz-Jimenez, 25

Eric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera, 36

Joel Rayon Paniagua, 32

Enrique L. Rios Jr., 25

Juan P. Rivera Velazquez, 37

Yilmary Rodriguez Solivan, 24

Christopher J. Sanfeliz, 24

Xavier Emmanuel Serrano Rosado, 35

Gilberto Ramon Silva Menendez, 25

Edward Sotomayor Jr., 34

Shane E. Tomlinson, 33

Leroy Valentin Fernandez, 25

Luis S. Vielma, 22

Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon, 37

Jerald A. Wright, 31

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I remember biting back tears in my living room because I wasn't out of the closet, and couldn't let my family know just how much this hurt me. I remember breaking down that night while scrolling the headlines, watching as the number of fatalities kept climbing. I remember staring at the button on Facebook asking me if I was safe.

And to this day, even with those involved and responsible gone... I still do not feel safe as a queer man in this state or in this country.

Months later, the city tried to buy the property off. A mere few months after Orlando's LGBTQ+ and Latino communities suffered the largest tragedy it has known, the city and government put a price of $2.25 million on our blood. They claimed they wanted to make it a memorial site, to "honor us". In reality, they wanted profit. Quoted how “There are lots of people that are making a visit to the site part of their trip, part of their experience of Orlando, so I think 12 to 18 months of leaving it as-is would be appropriate."

Today there was a memorial held for the victims. It was live streamed on various news websites. And there is nothing but hatred in these chats, even in the face of mourning. Comments about how disgusting LGBTQ+ people were. How we were going to repent. How we were demons plaguing the nation's cities. How we deserve to be cast out or murdered for our sins. Comments about how there will be a forcible eradication of "our kind", whether we like it or not.

Today, the memorial independently, thanks to the club's owners and the onePULSE Foundation, which I encourage you donate to (if you can).

2023 EDIT: I rescind my statements about onePULSE now that new knowledge has come to light.

Local organizers and victims do not support onePULSE, as there are no survivors involved in onePULSE. Barbara Poma (a figurehead) is currently on vacation and the foundation has no plans to lead any community events. onePULSE is ultimately turning a profit on the backs of the survivors of this tragedy and the only thing they're bringing to the community is disaster tourism.

Instead, check out this group run by victims and the community impacted most by this tragedy:

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But the fight for our rights, our recognition, and our safety still continues:

In June 2021, the Governor of Florida vetoed an "item-lined budget bill" - that legally provides mental health, counseling, and compensation directly towards victims of the June 2016 Pulse nightclub Orlando shooting.

While they cannot be enforced, sodomy laws still exist in Florida to this day. Every year, we are still criminalized by a technicality.

In many places, same-sex domestic partnerships are still not granted. It is only viable in approximately nine counties, thirty cities, and one town.

It took until 2016 for same-sex couples to be granted the same parental rights during in vitro fertilization and surrogacy as opposite-sex couples. Before then, the non-biological mother and father was not the child's legal parent nor guardian.

The state's "hate crime law" only accounts for sexual orientation, and does not protect victims who were attacked for their gender identity.

Anti-discrimination laws for sexual orientation and gender identity are not state-wide nor equally applicable within each county/town.

On June 1, 2021, Governor of Florida Ron DeSantis signed a bill to exclude transgender women from participating in sports designated for female students. This bill passed because of a last-minute legislative "procedural maneuver". The HRC is currently establishing a campaign to try and stop the law from going into effect (called "nullification") on midnight July 1.

Gay-panic and Trans-panic are still viable legal defenses, resulting in these abhorrent hate crimes to be decreased from murder to the lesser charge of manslaughter.

Conversion therapy against minors is not banned state-wide, and is still legal within many areas of the state. In fact, in some areas, a ban on the practice is deemed "unenforceable".

This is our reality.

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lavendertales · 4 years ago

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Wicked game (Javier Peña x f!reader)

Part 16 of Lay It On Me series

summary: during an undercover stakeout, you and Steve talk personal stuff, and when the topic inevitably lands on Javier, the night culminates with a surprising call.

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Cali was an entirely different story.

Barely three weeks into your mission to put an end to its cartel and you already felt helpless. The Cali cartel was much more resourceful and organized than the Medellin one, much more dangerous, and by that point, it was estimated that they were running about 80% of the cocaine market worldwide.

Which meant the stakes were higher than before, as was the pressure weighing down on you, Steve and Javier.

The rules were poles apart from what you used to know. Since the three of you were in charge of the operation alongside Colonel Hugo Martinez, Chris Feistl and Daniel Van Ness, you had to be utterly professional and shift your entire attention to the operation. Nothing could be left out, nothing could be done randomly. And, being the determined and stubborn person that you were, your number one priority was bringing down the cartel.

“There’s a party tonight,” Hugo announced loudly.

“So, are we all invited or not?” Chris joked.

Unimpressed, Hugo’s face remained impassible whilst looking at the rest of the team.

“We got word that the Rodriguez brothers will be there,” he continued. “And it is also rumored that Pacho Herrera will be there, meaning the big three. What we need is more intel. We cannot arrest them just yet.”

“Why the hell not?” Javier interfered. “We got everything we could need to get our hands on those bastards.”

“Because that’s how we do things here, Peña. With careful consideration. We don’t just throw ourselves head first into danger.”

Visibly displeased, Javier only grunted and kept his mouth shut, staring at the ground. Chris and Daniel, on the other hand, asked more questions, as opposed to how silent the three of you were.

“And because we want to keep things on the low and follow them tonight, figure out where they go into hiding, I’m gonna ask you two to go.”

You and Steve exchanged a somewhat worried look, but replied nothing.

“I’d like you two to go undercover at that party tonight. Simply observe them and follow them when they leave.”

“Why them?” Daniel asked, somewhat disappointed.

“Because they’re smarter than you give them credit for. And they know when to keep their mouths shut. Which is imperative for this particular mission.”

“Alright. I guess we’re partying tonight,” you said.

“Remember, blend in and keep your distance as much as you can.”

“Got it.”

“No interactions at all. We want them to feel like they are in control, as usual.”

“We can pretend we’re just out for some drinks,” Steve suggested.

“Good. You’ll act as if you’re on a date, in the background. No actual drinks. We don’t want anyone’s inhibitions or mental faculties to vanish.”

Both you and Steve chuckled while the team slowly spread out. Javier was the first to exit the conference room, rushing outside for a smoke. Ever since he left Medellin, he promised himself he’d cut the cigarettes, but it seemed that with all the stress and pressure, he needed something to cut the tension. And nicotine and alcohol were the only sources of coping he had left.

“I’ll pick you up at nine?” Steve asked you.

“Sure thing. I’ll give you my address.”

“Still can’t really get used to the surroundings. Feels kinda weird not living on the same floor with Javi.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

You haven’t sounded so harsh and cold in a long time, and you embraced it. You had big things to focus on and not even Javier Peña was going to stand in your way.

“Are you guys okay? You and—”

“We’ve got work to do. We’re in the middle of a war, Murphy. Let’s just do our jobs.”

Steve didn’t bother adding or asking anything else. He knew a refusal when he heard one, and he pushed you no further, despite his instincts telling him that life at the office would be living hell now that you and Javier truly hated each other.

Steve drove you to the venue where the party was being held. When you arrived, a few minutes before ten, the party barely started. Everyone was dancing, talking, drinking and, by the looks of it, smoking heavily. You had to remind yourself that you were supposedly on a date, meant to sit in the back and observe.

“Here, let’s have a seat,” Steve guided you to a small table.

“We can’t talk in English. We have to blend in, and if they hear a couple of gringos here, we’ll stand out immediately.”

“Luego hablamos en español.”

Then we talk in Spanish.

You looked surprised at Steve, who only flashed a bright and proud smile in return.

“No está mal para un Americano, ¿eh?” he continued.

Not bad for an American, huh?

“No está nada mal. ¿Cuándo aprendiste a hablar tan bien?”

Not bad at all. When did you learn to speak such fluent Spanish?

“Todavía estoy aprendiendo.”

I am still learning.

“Tal vez quieras perder el típico acento americano.”

You might want to lose the typical American accent.

“¿Cómo?”

How?

“En inglés, se rueda la R. Pero en español, se pone énfasis en ella.”

In English, you roll your R. But in Spanish, you put emphasis on it.

Steve leaned in over the table and whispered, “Can you teach me how?”

You smiled. “Just hear me talk.”

“Then… talk to me.”

“Eres un gran hombre, Steve Murphy. Un gran amigo, un gran agente... también genial en la cama. Y espero que salgamos vivos de esto porque me gustaría mucho tenerte como amigo en mi vida. Necesito cosas buenas. Necesito buenos amigos como tú.”

You’re a really great man, Steve Murphy. A great friend, a great agent… great in bed, too. And I hope we make it out of this alive because I’d very much like to have you as a friend in my life. I need good things. I need good friends like you.

“What I got from that is that… I’m great—”

“Mhm.”

“And… you sound really good when you talk in Spanish—”

“Also true.”

“And that we’re friends.”

“Yes.”

“I’m confused, I thought this was a date.”

You giggled, and Steve followed suit. Each of you took a few sips from your beers and resumed staring at the crowd. As told, Gilberto and Miguel were there, dancing and making conversations with the other guests. You settled for listening to the music and simply examining every single person there. You looked at their clothes, the hairstyles, the jewelry, everything you could visualize in the dim, colorful lights.

“Hey, listen,” Steve said after a while, moving closer to you. “About what happened with you and me, and—and Javi…”

“Don’t make it weird, Murphy.”

“I wasn’t trying to, I just—“

“Then don’t talk about it. It happened. It was fun, it was great—“

“It was really great.”

You smiled, eager to finish the conversation and move way past it.

“It was… a one-time thing,” you finished. “We are all colleagues, and our main objective right now is to sit here, quietly, and keep tabs on the Rodriguez brothers.”

“Okay, fine. But from where I’m standing, things are far worse between you and him. It’s the worst it’s ever been. You’re not even talking to each other.”

“Why should we? We’re just colleagues.”

“I can see why he used to think he hated you. You really are stubborn like him.”

You frowned, taking another sip of the beer. Slowly, the desire to drown yourself in alcohol overawed you, but you fought it. You were on the job. You couldn’t afford any distractions.

“’Used to think’?” you repeated, incredulous.

“Yes, used to. I told you, you two are two peas in a pot. Same coin. Of course he would hate you, and vice versa. But now… you are just so fucking infuriating with all this ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude. It’s worse than the ‘I hate you’ one. At least that one was sincere.”

“Murphy, don’t push it.”

“All of this could be solved with one conversation. You know that just as much as I do, and he knows that, too.”

“We’ve had the fucking conversation.”

“What?”

You managed to block out the sound, the laughter, all of it. All you could hear were the hysterics from your last conversation with Javier, over a month ago. His husky voice yelling at you how you controlled his every move, his every decision, his hands roaming around your waist, his lips at your neck, whispering how gorgeous you were, your legs around his waist, all of it tore you apart in millions of tiny pieces.

So you blocked it all out.

“We’ve had the conversation,” you repeated. “We agreed it is both of our interest to be colleagues, civil around each other—”

“Civil? You’re not even talking to each other.”

“It’s what’s best.”

“For whom?”

“For me! For both of us! He’s not the guy who commits, and I am not the girl who commits. All I’ve ever been great for are one night stands. And it’s been working flawlessly. I don’t want or need any attachment. Much less to the womanizer of Medellin. And I want to do what is best for me.”

“Denying yourself of the one thing that brings you joy isn’t what’s best.”

You stared furiously at him, finishing your beer and ordering another one right away. Of course you would feel displeased when somebody pointed out exactly what you were doing wrong because you did not need anyone else bringing you down. You did that plenty in your spare time.

But at the very least you did not lose sight of neither Gilberto nor Miguel, their figures still distinguishable in the crowd.

“Se supone que estamos hablando en español,” you reminded him.

“Baila conmigo.”

We’re supposed to be talking in English.

Dance with me.

You sighed, but succumbed nonetheless. Steve was taller than you, so the ratio of height whilst dancing with him was rather enjoyable. But it was also overwhelming to think of the hold he had over your waist as the phantom of Javier’s. It was cruel to him, though he may not have known it, and it was cruel to you, under an entirely different form.

It was simply excruciating. Every touch, regardless who its owner was, made you think of Javier. Every breath, every sound, you could trace it all back to him. So you forced yourself to shut down with alcohol.

“No eres malo,” you remarked amusedly.

You are not bad.

Not bad at all.

“I used to dance with Connie every now and then,” Steve smirked.

“Me doy cuenta. Tienes un buen ritmo.”

I can tell. You have a pretty good rhythm.

Very good, if I remember correctly.

“I miss her,” he sighed, staring off in the distance.

“I wish I could say it gets better in time, but time is a cruel mistress.”

“It sure fucking feels like that.”

“¿Por qué no la llamas?”

Why don’t you call her?

It’s easy for you to do. You’re the guy who says something and then does it.

“Porque… tengo—uh—miedo.”

Because I’m afraid.

“¿Por qué tienes miedo?”

Why are you afraid?

“I’m afraid of hearing her, of wanting to see her when she probably won’t want me.”

You remained silent for a little. The sentiment was cruelly close to your heart as well.

Because if I don’t look at you… then I don’t see the pain in your eyes. The disappointment, the anger or the beauty. Because that way… I don’t feel… things. And that way… my mind isn’t trying to memorize every detail of your face like it’s the last thing I’ll ever see.

Javier’s words were ingrained in your mind like a sharp knife, impossible to remove without causing significant damage. The speech ringed awfully like a goodbye, and once again, you understood it. You reciprocated the sentiment regardless of how much you despised it.

“Estoy dispuesto a apostar que si cogieras el teléfono y la llamaras, te contestaría. Y te escuchará a pesar de todo.”

I am willing to bet that if you picked up the phone and called her, she’d answer. And she’ll hear you regardless.

Steve smiled fondly at you, spinning you around once before bringing you back to his chest. “Thanks.”

“You didn’t get that, did you?”

“I think I did. But I don’t—I don’t wanna think about that tonight.”

“Distraction it is then.”

You danced with Steve for longer than you had anticipated. You must’ve drank about five beers when you finally began to feel drunk, and when you finally sat back down at the table, your vision was somehow on high alert for Gilberto or Miguel.

And when you spotted both of them leaving around two a.m., you and Steve knew it was go time.

Steve drove slowly and steadily, with you dead silent in the passenger’s seat. You managed to calm yourself down and focus on the job again, which was liberating, but not enough.

It was pretty clear that both you and Steve had issues to fight through and you needed to find something to help you cope in all of that debilitating stress. Alcohol wouldn’t cut it, not when you were literally following the Cali cartel’s big bosses to their private headquarters and you needed to stay focused more than anything.

Steve pulled up at the end of a darkened street, at the end of which stood a very lavish villa. You failed to contain your surprise, although the scenery was exactly what you would’ve expected from someone who loved living in style.

“Jesus fucking Christ, they’re not even hiding this,” Steve breathed, examining the surroundings.

“Do you know where we are?”

“I memorized the road to this place. We gotta call Javi.”

You took the phone out of your bag and dial Javier’s number, numb to the flood of emotions that threatened to pass through you.

“Peña.”

“It’s me. We’re—”

“Can you give me Murphy?”

You rolled your eyes and made sure that he heard you sigh annoyingly before passing the phone to Steve.

“Have your precious Murphy,” you whispered under your breath, eyes on the road.

“What the hell was that?” he queried.

“Where are you?”

“Apparently, we’re at the Rodriguez hideout. At least that’s what they call it, but it’s a huge fucking villa, lots of security—”

Steve stopped, and you noticed why. Right before you, the garage door opened and you saw Gilberto, Miguel and Pacho, clear as the sun.

“What’s going on?” Javier cooed.

“We’ve got sight of the Rodriguez brothers. And Pacho.”

“You’re looking at them right now?”

“Right now.”

“Are you safe? Both of you?”

“Yeah, we’re—we’re fine, they can’t see us.”

“Okay, good.”

“Listen, Javi, we can get in there right now and bust them—”

“No, we can’t,” you said.

“You can’t,” Javier agreed.

“I’m buzzed, and we don’t have enough backup.”

“You don’t have any backup. It’s just the two of you, you can’t do it.”

You exchanged a concerned look with Steve, mentally debating for longer than you cared to admit or even want, but you both agreed Javier was right. It was a suicide mission, and you weren’t really on your best behavior.

“Fine,” you cooed.

“Give me Y/N on the phone.”

Steve passed you the phone and you resentfully took it, placing it to your ear. “He knows words,” you said mockingly, wanting to pinch and sting him however you could.

“You have to get out of there. You’ll tell us the address and we’re gonna check it out tomorrow, but you can’t go in there, drunk, no less—”

“I am not drunk, you moron. I’ve had a couple of beers.”

“So that’s about, what, five?”

And then you got mad.

“Do not talk to me like if you know me better than I know myself, Peña. If you’re resorting to hating me and not talking to me, then do that.”

“Just get out of there. Martinez gave clear instructions and we would prefer to have you both alive.”

“Doesn’t sound like it coming from you.”

You only heard Javier’s ragged breath on the other line and you hung up, fuming. It felt like you had been transported back a year, when all you and Javier could do was snap at each other on the smallest grounds you could find and tear each other apart verbally.

Only this time around, the anger vanished within minutes and it was replaced by sorrow.

Unwilling to dive into the topic but very eager to have another drink, stronger, you gestured to Steve to drive you home, and he obeyed. That was the great and refreshing thing about your dynamic with Steve: he was kind and straightforward, and you could share a laugh—or a sweaty night together with another, apparently—without the fear of what tomorrow would bring to you. Javier, on the other hand, could be easily categorized as being too straightforward at times; and at other times, so quiet that it was nearly out of character. You thought you had become acquainted with him and you truly felt like whatever he felt, you did, but lately, he sent too many mixed messages, too many parallels to however it was that he might’ve been feeling like.

And you were tired of trying to guess and wonder.

When you invited Steve upstairs, he instantly accepted. He seemed deep in thought as well, but perhaps for reasons that were entirely different than yours. Neither one of you said much when you poured whiskey in two glasses, chugging it down with each passing minute and finally entertaining yourselves after yet another long day.

“I tell you what,” Steve giggled, cheeks reddened and words slightly slurred. “I call Connie, like you said—”

“Mhm—”

“And you call Javier.”

You burst out laughing even though that hadn’t been your intention. You wanted to stare disapprovingly, to mock him and to openly bash Javier, but instead, you sat on the floor, legs crossed and alcohol running in your bloodstream like an angry river.

“Right now?” you asked.

“Right now.”

“Oh, Steven… don’t you know drunk calls are terrible?”

“Not when it comes to Javier motherfuckin’ Peña.”

You nodded, toasting with Steve for whatever reason. There needn’t be one, though; it was just about lowering your inhibitions and your walls for a little while with a friend.

“Why are you both so fucking stubborn?”

“I get it from my mom. She, uh—once she was set on something, she went through with it. She didn’t use to care.”

“Is—is she—?”

“Dead? No. I just haven’t spoken much to her since I was sixteen.”

Steve frowned, understanding in his drunkenness that you had reached a sensitive topic that you never willingly shared before. He straightened his position as if to listen to you better and patiently waited for an explanation of any sort.

“She kicked me out of the house when I was sixteen,” you said, gaze fixed somewhere in front of you, staring at nothing and yet seeing everything from that one painful moment you just mentioned. “I told her and my father that… I like boys… and girls as well. I told them I like both. I told them I like… people. Actually I hate people, but—but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah.”

“She said she’s not gonna raise a mentally ill child, a broken one. Next time I heard from her was when she called to tell me my father died in a motorcycle crash. And then… a few months later to tell me that my uncle was dead, too. And nothing since then. Over ten years.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ… I’m—I am so sorry.”

You shrugged and poured yourself more whiskey. “It’s in the past.”

There was much more Steve would’ve liked to add, to say, yet he couldn’t find the proper words. Everything he planned thoroughly in his mind would’ve came stupid at that time, so he dropped it and indulged you in drinking more. He nearly gasped when he saw you take out the phone and dial.

“What are you doing?” he asked, half dying of curiosity and half concerned.

“Calling Peña like you told me to. If this gets you to talk to Connie, then so be it.”

“Wait, I didn’t think you’d really—”

“Peña.”

“Oh, you sound grumpy. What’s the matter?”

Javier, on the other line, was entirely stunned. He recognized your drunken voice, but he made nothing of it. He was still awake at that ungodly hour and truth be told, he was uncertain whether you were just entertaining yourself or if there was something wrong.

“Having fun from what I hear,” he remarked.

It was hurting him, distressing him in ways it really shouldn’t have. Just the sound of your voice was awakening something in him that he couldn’t recall ever feeling.

“The stakeout is over. Now it’s just a lot of drinking.”

Javier huffed, getting out of bed. He rubbed his forehead and temples, very tempted to get into the car and drive all the way to you. But he didn’t. He faltered, he questioned himself—and you, subsequently—and chose to sit there dumbfounded, phone in hand.

“Did you need anything or—why the hell did you call?”

His words stung and they come out much harsher than he wanted, but he couldn’t take it back. Not with you. You’d see right through his crap and call him out on it without hesitation and relentlessly.

“Steve kind of needs me to do this.”

“He needs you to call me at… two in the morning?”

“Kind of. He said that if I call you now to talk, then he’ll call Connie. Long story.”

“Okay, then… why did you call me?”

“To talk.”

“I can come over.”

This time, you hesitated. Next to you, Steve was listening to every word of what you and he exchanged, but you paid him no attention. You focused on your breaths instead and thought about every single word that you wanted to get out.

“No,” you replied, slightly taken aback by your own boldness in that state. “Because that would require… eye contact, and… we don’t do that, right?”

Javier gulped.

And you heard it.

“I want to,” he admitted, managing to shock even Steve. “I really want to. But—“

But.

“It’s too complicated.”

“Like hell it is!” Steve whispered angrily and you immediately slapped him over his arm.

“It’s really not. We make it complicated because we don’t wanna risk it all in this war. We don’t wanna have something dear to hold onto that can be easily taken away by those fucking narco traficantes. I feel you. I—”

“I know you do.”

You were left without a smart reply and breaths. All air was confined into one painful spot in your throat, not ventilating properly to your lungs, and you forced yourself to clear your throat in hopes of clearance.

“But I do give a shit about you, Javier,” you admitted as well. “You think this is easy for me, saying these things? It’s not. It’s really fucking not. And… part of me is glad you didn’t look at me for months because… I stared enough for the both of us.”

Javier groans your name, the sound a painful reminder of the good times you’ve shared thinking they meant nothing more but stress relief.

“There’s no point in this call, really. We agreed it’s best to drop the whole thing and—”

“Fuck, I—listen, I—I want to try and make things right and be the kind of person you want to… I don’t fucking know, spend time with, if we have it…”

“Then do something about it!” Steve yelled.

Silence.

On the other line, Javier froze. He realized that you were still with Steve, and he thought back to the entire stakeout, how it must’ve went, how the two of you had to play pretend for hours on end and share drinks and laughter—

And he ached again.

But he knew Steve was not terrible like he is. He knew that if there was any man that would treat you right, it would be him.

So he let it happen. He let those intrusive thoughts slide out of his mind and focused on the job instead.

The job comes first, he said once under your hesitant approval. And this made no exception.

“Don’t call me next time at this fucking hour unless there’s a good reason,” he said and hung up.

He knew he was no good and that he was acting like an asshole. But how else was he supposed to function in that war and with you by his side every single day?

Steve tried to catch your attention, but you cut him off immediately.

“I knew this would happen. Every single fucking time we try to talk… either he loses his shit or I lose mine and we end up fighting. This wasn’t any different. And neither of us will change.”

“You two are the most infuriating people I have ever fucking met. I hate you both.”

You kept on drinking, amusement fading from your system. What the hell were you thinking? Calling Javier Peña in the middle of the night without the prospect of it being a booty call was a lost cause.

“You two boneheads are crazy about each other and in your stupid process of ignoring each other you hurt everyone around you, including yourselves,” he said, taking the almost empty bottle of whiskey from you.

“What do you want me to do?! I have tried and tried and, yes, I am—I might just be crazy for this shitty ass man who won’t even say it in return when it’s clear that this is—this is more for him to. We both… fuck, we both know it’s something more, but this fucking… fear, Steve, it’s—it’s crippling.”

“Well, cut it out already. You’re bumming us all out.”

“Yeah, cause being in love with Javier Peña is an easy task. Like you can just—”

And it clicked.

You stared at Steve with a panicked look on your face like you’d just seen the devil himself. You felt shocked, terrified and eased, all at once. The last time you had even thought about the L word was over a decade ago and truthfully, you didn’t believe you would ever say it again. At least not in that context or not to that degree.

But it was true. It was maddeningly true. It had to be.

You were madly in love with him, in spite of everything, and there was no way around it. The second that word slipped out of your mouth, rolling down your tongue and through your vocal chords, you felt it, too. You felt its meaning, its implications and its overwhelming effect on you.

All because of a goddamn office hookup.

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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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unstoppableforcce · 5 years ago

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dark side

—CHAPTER THREE: in too deep

pairing: Javier Peña x reader

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a/n: this part was supposed to just be the build up but then I wrote the smut too so [18+] below the cut and be warned, I’m not so great at smut writing but I do love these two

The hand was back. The bloodied phantom hand...

The touch was almost intimately familiar as it wrapped itself around his palm, intertwining itself with his fingers and tugging at his skin as he reached for his cigarette again.

He had done a good thing. He repeated it over and over again in his head, it was the only way to rationalize this much destruction. He had done a good thing, it had been good intel from good men and now Gilberto Rodriguez was in cuffs, one of the Cali godfathers finally apprehended. It was a good thing.

But the guilt wasn’t gone, if anything, it had doubled its weight on his chest.

And the hand was pulling at him, scratching at his skin like silent nails on a chalkboard. It was dragging him down, sinking his hand even as it held tight to the burning cigarette.

Martínez was a good man, a much better man than he was and he could say that without any doubt. And he did one good thing, one good thing and they covered him in the dirt he refused to dirty himself with. He was a good man and Javi had to drag him back into all of this... he did this to him.

And he did it to you too.

“I’m impressed...” you had quietly made your way to his side as the president joined in on the discussion with the statesmen at the table. And he had been so naive, so high off the successful mission that he actually turned to you with half a smile and basked in your attention.

So fucking stupid...

“Didn’t think I had it in me?” He smirked back, reaching up to scratch his brow as you locked your hands into stance behind your back. It was a good looking pant suit on you, hugging you tight in all the right places, and just the necessary amount of buttons done up on your shirt, leaving just enough for his eye to lock onto. He was really feeling the win.

“No, I’ve never doubted your dedication,” you spared him a side-eyed glance but kept your attention most of the way pinned to the meeting. “Your ability to do it without me knowing? That’s impressive.”

He let out a gentle scoff from that, not enough to disturb the dense crowd of politicians around, but just enough for you. “I thought you didn’t want to know.”

“I didn’t.” The corners of your lips turned up as you looked towards him fully. “Still, impressive.”

The nod came easily but every element of a smile fell away as the confusion set in alongside the feeling of a slip of paper slipping into his palm, your fingertips gently gracing his skin as you casually slid it in. He tried to look back to you for an explanation, but you had already dipped out of the room, slipping away with the crowd as the meeting wrapped up.

Instead, his eyes found the paper and his breath slightly caught in his throat.

‘You break it, you bought it, asshole.’

It wasn’t your handwriting and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who would use you to pass a message like that. The stare from Stechner across the room was just enough to confirm.

And that wasn’t something he could let slide.

He exited the room before anyone else could stop him to condemn or congratulate him, following Stechner as he made his way down the elegant hall of the presidential palace. But he had a head start, so the best Javi could do was stay about fifty feet behind and it turned out, that was exactly where he needed to be to hear something he wished he hadn’t from around the corner.

“The best goddamn spy in this hemisphere and you can’t figure out what an idiot DEA agent is doing in the office next to yours?” Stechner was shouting as much as he could without disturbing the hall. And even though he couldn’t see you around the corner, he figured there couldn’t be anyone else Stechner would yell that to.

And your voice confirmed that.

“You like him so much, maybe you should sit outside his office—“

“Please tell me what I did to make you think I liked your smart mouth, so that I can stop doing it.” He shot you down immediately and Javi couldn’t help but let his eyes fall shut, a burst of shame creeping up the back of his neck.

A shame that grew to guilt as you kept talking, heat shooting back in your voice, “He doesn’t like me, he keeps me at arms distance, you think he’s going to tell me something he didn’t even tell the ambassador about?”

“I don’t expect him to tell you, I expect you to find out.” There was no hesitation in his voice, it was a stone cold order and Javi couldn’t help but peer around the corner to find you stood, headstrong against him, with your arms crossed over your chest and Stechner staring you down with an accusatory finger leveled to your chest.

“I came to Colombia for real work—“

“This is your real work now. Do it, or I’m sending you back to the hell hole I found you in.” Stechner left no room for discussion, turning away as soon as his order met your ears and heading back down the hall.

Javi took a brief breath, considering following you but by the time he turned back to find you, you were gone.

And though he knew you could handle your job, that this whole ‘tell me to leave the room and I will’ thing was your idea and you certainly had the skill to back it up, it was his fault. He did this to you and he did it to Martínez.

All for what? Catching Gilberto Rodriguez felt like a win but now, he was having trouble seeing more than a few feet ahead, certainly not any further than the glass in his hand or the cigarette burning out in the tray sat on top of all the files on his desk. What was the point in doing things the right way when the consequences felt almost exactly the same...

“Congratulations...”

Every muscle in his neck screamed as his head snapped to the doorway of his office and found you slouched against the frame, twirling a hair tie around your hands, one that had clearly been pulled from your hair as it all fell around your face. He couldn’t help but scan over you again, the same pant suit as earlier, still hugging you in all the right places and your buttons still only barely enough to cover your chest. He nearly groaned into the drink in his hand at the sight. But as he moved to disguise his distraction with another sip, he found his glass empty, forcing him to set it back to the desk and turn for a fresh cigarette.

“What for?” He asked somewhat absentmindedly as he reached into his desk drawer and recovered only an empty carton.

“You kidding me? Your whole department is out here singing your praises...” you hummed, wandering into the office, pouring a fresh drink for yourself and making your way to his desk. To his side of the desk, nudging a few files and a plate stacked with cigarette butts aside to sit against it.

Your knees knocked against his legs as he turned his chair to face you further and he was hit with a wave of something he didn’t want to quantify, finding you way too close and having absolutely no will to push you away.

“They asked me to come and get you to go out with them.” You continued on, taking a hearty sip from the glass then passing it to him.

“Why you?”

You shrugged, “I think they’re afraid of you.”

He took a meager sip from the glass before setting it aside, “and you’re not?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, not able to manage out much of one but definitely as close as either of you were going to be mustering in the somber office.

“I heard about Martínez...” you sighed as your laughter faded, reaching down to steal the final sip from the glass between the two of you. “I didn’t know him but from what I’ve read, he seemed like a good man.”

“He is.” He mirrored your sigh, leaning back in his chair to finally get a full angle of the sight you were, perched on the edge of his desk. “I overheard Stechner too.”

Your face fell at that, and with no glass to bury your gaze into, you actually had to lock your stern gaze with his. But it wasn’t stern, not like he was expecting it to be. It was soft, hidden beneath the steel cut to your eyes, but the same hidden softness that had drawn him to you the first night the two of you met.

The familiarity of it, the depth to it...

Nudging his knee with your leg, you pulled him back from his alcohol laced thoughts. “That’s not your fault...”

“Didn’t say it was.”

You quirked your head, brow raised in his direction, clearly seeing through him the same way he saw through you, or at least, how he thought he did that first night. If he could see the same weight behind your eyes, you could surely see it behind his. Or maybe you didn’t even have to look that far, if he looked just as bad as he felt, he was wearing it right on the surface.

“You should go tell my people I’m not going out with them.” He huffed, turning away from your legs and slowly lifting himself from his chair.

“You should tell them yourself.” You corrected but he just shook his head, careful to not touch you again as he reached around you for his suit jacket, not willing to subject himself to another tempting sensation. But you continued, “You can’t just go home and wallow in this.”

“Yeah?” His gaze was careful, following you as you got to your feet, coming toe to toe with him. “What do you suppose I do instead?”

“Me.”

His tongue ran along the inside of his bottom lip, searching your gaze for any hint that it was just your smart mouth talking and not you actually meaning what you were suggesting, but he couldn’t find any. He actually couldn’t find anything besides the parts of your stare that damned him to you the first time he laid eyes on you.

It was a stare that said there was something you wanted to ignore tonight as well. And it would just be a plain lie to say his mouth wasn’t nearly watering at the prospect of having you again, even against his better judgement.

Because even against his better judgement, he really was beginning to trust you, and he definitely already wanted you...

“Agent Peña?”

He snapped from your hungry gaze to the same doorway he had found you in, but found one of his agents lingering there instead.

“Yeah?” His coarse voice barely managed out.

“We’re heading out for drinks to celebrate if you—“

“I’m just going to head home, have fun without me.” He added in a voice you couldn’t help but smirk at, strained and no where near as strong as he could usually manage. But the agent gave a nod and disappeared, leaving just the two of you and the weight holding between you stood about a foot apart in a fishbowl of an office.

Your top button was practically begging to be undone as his gaze fell back to it and he didn’t even feel bad about lingering there, letting his hot breath blow from his lips as he racked through his brain for the will not to do what he was about to do. But he couldn’t find anything past the wall of liquor he had been slowly building through the night.

“My place or yours?”

He was equally as oblivious to the locks on your door this time as he was the last, all of his focus trained on the skin between your neck and shoulder and the all too distracting by the way your breath was shaking out of your lips.

But the gun in your waist band, he was all too aware of that this time around. The second you pulled the door open, he pulled it from your belt and discarded it on the nearby table alongside his own before moving any further.

Though the second the metal hit the table, he lost all control over the situation.

You turned yourself around and backed him up into the same wall he had pressed you up against when he was trying to forget the bloodied hand dragging him down. That hand was no where to be found now though, not when you occupied every inch of his thoughts, and he didn’t want it any other way.

“Fuck,” he cursed carefully into your ear as his hands moved for the all too distracting button at the top of your shirt. He took his time undoing each and every button, teasing his fingers down the center skin of your chest while you sucked a kiss just above his collar. But by the time he reached the final button hovering just over your belt line, your impatience reached an all time high and you forcefully threw the shirt off your shoulders and reasserted yourself with a searing bite at his jugular, eliciting another, “fuck,” from his lips.

“No please,” you dropped your hands to the growing length in through his pants, “take your time.”

“I think I liked you better silent.” He groaned into your ear before taking a nip at the top of your lobe.

Taking a step back from him, your hands pulled your belt through the loops of your pants and quickly tossed it aside, then moved to strip your pants off entirely. “You caught me on a really bad day...”

He scoffed, “oh yeah?”

In only your underwear and bra now, you pressed yourself up against him again and finally brought your lips back to his for the first time that night, swallowing an orchestra of mangled moans from his lips at the mere feeling of you against him, even if he was still fully dressed. As you pulled your lips back, your hot breath fell over his face and he couldn’t help but let his lips chase after you.

“Yeah...” you sighed out, lips brushing against his as you did.

He raised his brow in a brief challenge, sarcasm flowing from his lips to fulfill his desperate need to keep up with you that had only grown since the first day he really met you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head and he nodded, grabbing you around the waist and spinning the two around to press you hard against the wall and lower himself down in front of you.

“Good.” He whispered against the small scar stretching across your thigh, leaving a gentle kiss before hoisting your leg up and over his shoulder in one effortlessly practiced move that you almost let take your breath away.

Almost.

You had to save the last of it for when his lips moved to the top hem of your underwear and worked his way down from there, far too slowly.

“Peña...” you moaned out as the pressure of his tongue grew against the black fabric between your legs. “You can take those off, you know that right...”

He pressed a perfect kiss to your cloth-covered clit and you moaned out once more.

“Javier,” He corrected, “and I know...”

But he didn’t plan on doing anything about it, at least not yet.

He pushed the fabric aside and laid his mouth directly onto you, lapping at you with the ferocity you missed as he stripped you down at a tantalizingly slow pace. And as he gazed up to you and found your head falling back against the wall, hands brushing your hair away from your face, he forgot all about the phantom hand and it’s haunting presence.

All he cared about was you.

Slipping a finger into you, your hands met the back of his head, pushing his mouth even deeper against you, and you finally let out a moan of his name, “Javier—“

He groaned against you, the vibrations catching your voice in your throat as he brought your closer and closer to the edge, a heat being ignited in your gut with every move he made. And hearing each and every sound you made only made him realize how much of a disservice he did you and himself that drunken night when he took you on the couch.

He wanted to spend an eternity with his mouth on you, he wanted to hear the sounds you were making for the rest of his life. And he didn’t have time to consider the consequences of such a dangerous thought.

His finger curled inside of you, brushing against something that sparked a new wave of electricity inside of you, forcing your hips to buck against his face. His hand, the one not thrusting in and out of you, moved to hold your hips back against the wall but it didn’t stop you from tossing under the heat of his tongue and the pressure of his fingers now that he pressed a second one into you.

The first night you had him, you had gone off rumors, confident you’d never come into contact with him again and happy to let him use you. Happy to be used by a man with his reputation for leaving after the fact. It was supposed to be simple, to be quick and easy. But it had spiraled miles out of your control.

This wasn’t just one drunken night anymore, this wasn’t a one-off fuck on the couch.

This was a man devouring you, this was a man on a languid mission for your pleasure. Maybe he was just trying to distract himself and maybe so were you but you knew you were gone and he hadn’t even actually taken your underwear off yet...

“Javi...” you cried out as you tightened the grip of your thigh over his shoulder, the wave of your building orgasm finally breaking and spreading a warmth throughout every atom of your existence as he tightened his own grip and kept you pinned to the wall while you thrashed against him.

You could feel this slick on his mustache trailing up your stomach, damp kisses littered all along your skin while his fingers finally worked to drop your leg from over his shoulder and pull your underwear off all the way.

But his lips didn’t make it much higher, not as they slowed to a stop along the gash just above your belly button. A scar several years old, so old you barely even felt it anymore, yet when he placed his lips, still slicked with you, onto it so gently, you almost swore you could still feel more than the scar tissue would allow. It built a pressure you had just easily released against his lips, and you were practically whimpering for him to do it again.

And he easily complied, finding another wound, this one from a bullet, just a few inches higher, right under the bottom of your bra.

“You going to push that aside too?” You asked out of breath, watching his lips stop just at the hem, his cool eyes pinned on yours.

“No.”

His hands wrapped around you and stripped it off of you with a perfectly practiced hand, leaving you stood naked in front of him, still fully clothed. But no amount of clothing could hide the bulging length tucked into his pants, desperate to get out of the constricting fabric.

The second your hands made it to his belt though, he caught them and pressed you back against the wall, this time with a much less forgiving thud. “Bedroom?”

“Yeah, I have one...”

He scoffed, directly into your face. But the smirk on your lips just grew. Your hand lifted to the back of his neck and drew his soaked lips to yours, letting the taste of you pour into your own mouth as his hot tongue grazed over yours.

“Do you want to see it?” You tempted against his lips and he nodded fervently until you grabbed him by his loosened tie and began dragging him back down the hall.

You fell to the bed as he backed your knees into it, but as you reached for his belt again, he pushed you away and did the work himself. First the tie, tossed aside, then the shirt, unbuttoned just as slowly as he had done yours. It wasn’t an intentional strip show, but with your eyes on him, scanning up and down as you laid back perfectly open for him on your bed, he felt an odd amount of pressure to preform. Or at least, to keep you wanting more.

But given the way you practically groaned as he began lowering his pants, he figured he already had you. And now he was ready to lose himself in you.

All thoughts about this being a bad idea, about who you were, about who you worked for, they were all gone. All he could feel was your mouth on his and the overwhelming pleasure he felt as his tip pressed just against your clit.

“Javi...” you moaned out once more and he angled himself up and pushed himself into you, all in one go.

His head dropped into the crest of your shoulder again, his own groans muffled into your skin while your hands wrapped tight around his neck, dragging him in closer. It was a broken sound, one you echoed back to him once he started moving, rocking himself in and out of you.

“Where’s your smart mouth now?” He cursed against you, wrapping one arm around your back and shifting you up as best he could to manage a new angle that had you clawing at his back and sat in his lap.

Your mouth made it to his neck, just hot breaths at first before you began nipping at the skin beneath his ear, your nails trailing across his back. You were handsy, undeniably handsy, your calloused hands needing to be everywhere at once, not that he minded, but he didn’t want to imagine the marks he was going to have riddling his back from this. Or along the length of his neck...

“You’re so fucking...” you didn’t have the breath to make it out so you reconnected your mouth to his neck as his cock hit the perfect spot again and again.

“Fuck.” He cursed out again as your teeth nipped his jugular once more before the flat of your tongue soothed it over with a firm lick. “I like your smart mouth.”

His forearm against your back pulled you in even closer, trying, no matter how futilely, to press you even further into his chest as he fucked up into you, not even letting your hips set the pace.

“Give me your hand” You spilled out breathlessly into his neck before pulling back to meet his face, jutting your chin up to his face. He didn’t understand the question though, not until you reached down for his other hand and wrapped it around your neck, then he understood very clearly.

It was a familiar hold on you, the same hold he had as you came around him on the couch. So he gave a tentative squeeze and you moaned out again, a strangled and desperate sound that sparked something else inside him. Something new.

Something so hot, that he just shattered right there and then.

He laid you back onto your own sheets and collapsed down onto you with something tantamount to a devilish ferocity, every thrust nearly splitting you in half, driving you into the mattress with absolutely nowhere for you to go, nothing for you to do but to take it. Though again, you didn’t mind, you merely arched your back up into him and threw your head back, his hand still keeping a grip on your throat, exactly where you wanted it.

Nothing has ever felt as good as you, not any of the nights he spent with any of the many informants he used to have nearly every night, not even the night he spent with you. This was a powerful build up, an overwhelming sensation that was going to drive him insane if he couldn’t have it again a and again and again...

His hips began to lose rhythm in his thrusts, and as you began to clench around him, he felt every muscle in his body begin to tense up.

“Fuck...”

“Javi...”

He stilled within you, crying out into your neck as he pulled his hand from your throat and maneuvered it down to your clit, rubbing your through your second orgasm as he tried to catch his breath. You caught up with him almost immediately, crying out again.

Rolling off of you, for the first time since he got back to Columbia, even since before maybe... he felt satisfied, entirely satiated and well, and something else he wasn’t too quick to name as he glanced back over at you, still fighting for your breath back.

In the shadows of the room, your turned to him fully, brushing your hair back but not coming close to brushing the smirk off your face.

“You going to dig through my purse and run again?”

He managed a half chuckle before shaking his head, “I was looking for a cigarette... and you wanted me to leave.”

“Yeah, I did.” You fell back against the pillows, reaching to your wrist for the hair tie and tying your hair back.

“Do you want me to now?”

You scoffed, sitting up and glancing over your shoulder back to him, “not unless you want to.”

And from there, before he could even comprehend the words falling from your lips much less form a response, you got up with a slight groan and made your way over the bathroom, or at least the door he assumed led to the bathroom, and his stare followed your hips the whole way.

“You’re welcome to join me.” You called from behind the door and no amount of ignoring could erase the sudden bolt of heat through his chest. He was used to familiar when it came to dealing with you. This was something else.

Something that was dangerously new territory for him.

But he got up anyways, following you like there was a string connected between the two of you. It should have felt wrong, but it just didn’t.

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#javier peña x reader #javier pena #javier pena x reader #narcos #pedro pascal #smut #some angst #some choking?#all consensual

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thata-e-l · 3 years ago

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Today (Aug 3) marks 2 years since the El Paso Walmart shooting, the deadliest attack on hispanics and latinos in modern history. 23 innocent lives were taken, all because of the continuos racism in the U.S.

Jordan and Andre Acondo: Both died shielding and protecting their 2 month year old son

David Johnson: David died shielding and protecting his 9 year old grandaughter

Javier Amir Rodriguez: Javier would have entered his sophomore year the month after the shooting. He would have been entering his senior year now.

Angie Englisbee: Angie was a strong and independent mother who was known for her faith

Arturo Benavides: Arturo was an army veteran and a former bus driver known for being caring and loving.

Elsa Mendoza Marquez: Elsa was originally from Ciudad Juarez, Mexico but was visiting family in El Paso

Leonardo Campos and Maribel Loya: They were both shopping for their grandchildren's school supplies the day of the shooting

Juan Velazquez: Both Juan and his wife Nicholasa were shot, Nicholasa survived but unfortunatly Juan died at the scene

Maria Eugenia Legarreta Roth: Maria was originally was from Chihuahua, Mexico but was in El Paso to pick up her daughter at the airport. Gloria was at the Walmart as she waited for the plane to arrive

Gloria Irma Marquez: She was known for being a great mother, wife, and grandmother

Sara Esther Regalado & Adolfo Cerros Hernandez: Both were originally from Ciudad Juarez, Mexico and were known for being great parents anf grandparents

Margie Reckard: Margie was doing her usual shopping the day of the shooting

Ivan Filiberto Manzano: Ivan was known for being dedicated to his marketing career and for being a loving father

Jorge Calvillo Garcia: Jorge was outside of the Walmart helping his grandaughter's soccer team fundraise. He died shielding and protecting the girls.

Maria Flores and Raul Flores: The loving couple had been married for 60 years and had retired in the city.

Alexander Hoffman: Alexander was born in Germany but had lived in Ciudad Juarez for 40 years. He considered Mexico his second home.

Teresa Sanchez: Teresa was a retired biology teacher and had lived in the city for 30 years

Guillermo 'Memo' Garcia: Memo was helping fundraise for his daughter's soccer team that day. He unfortunatly died 9 months after the shooting after undergoing 50 surgeries.

I cannot describe how much these people did not deserve to die because of the persisting racism in this country. El Paso continues to mourn and honor them

El Paso Strong

#honestly this really hits me deep in the heart bc not only am I hispanic #but this happened at my local walmart #and I cannot express how much it disgusts me that these shootings still continue #but that the shooter has still not had a trial even after 2 years #these people deserve justice #el paso shooting #el paso #el paso strong #tw shootings #tw violence #tw death

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javier-djarin · 5 years ago

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Como Me Duele: Chapter 11

Ship: Javi x Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 6,265 words

Warnings: Language

Masterlist

(Gif by @pascvl)

Summary: You sustained injuries while being held hostage. Javi realizes he doesn’t know what will become of him if he loses you.

A/N: Two more posts left. The end is nigh. This chapter was fun to write, even though parts of it almost had me crying. I couldn’t decide on which gif to use, because both of these sum up the majority of this chapter. Thank you again for all the love and support! Please, please, PLEASE let me know what you think. Please let me know if you want to be on my tag list! Chapter 12 coming soon! As always, the translations are at the bottom.

His POV

He wiped the hair off her face. She was still warm and had color to her skin, but her breathing was so faint, he almost didn’t notice it. He held her close to his body as he looked up at Steve, who was already on the radio. “This is Agent Murphy, requesting medical aid. We need an Air Vac out. We are located on 4th. Patient: American Female who has sustained a severe head injury.”

“Ambulance is on its way,” dispatch said, “Air Vac waiting. Stand-by.”

Steve knelt close to him and undid her restraints. “She’s going to be okay. We’re going to take her to Bogotá.”

All Javi could do was nod and look down at his hermosa, stroking her soft cheek, and praying to every god in existence that she would wake up. “Don’t leave me, hermosa,” he whispered into her hair, kissing her forehead. His lips quivered as the rest of his body shook. “Please, wake up.”

Steve rested a hand on Javi’s shoulder, because that’s all he could think of doing. They could hear the ambulance off in the distance. “Javi,” he said, “the ambulance is here.”

Javi didn’t move as he continued to smooth her hair. “I can’t lose her, Steve,” his voice breaking, “I need her to wake up.”

“She will, but the paramedics need to put her in the ambulance.”

Paramedics arrived and approached Javi with a stretcher. “Necesitamos moverla.”

He stood up, with her in his arms, setting her on it. Her hand dangled from her body, and he held it, walking all the way with them to the ambulance. He kissed the inside of her palm. “Te quiero, mi corazon.”

Steve walked over and hugged Javi as the ambulance pulled away. “They have a helicopter waiting for us at the airfield. We can’t ride with her.”

Javi nodded and didn’t say anything as he walked to the Jeep. Steve jumped in the driver’s seat and drove as fast as he could to the airport. They rode in silence as Javi chewed on his nails. Both were startled when Steve’s phone rang. “Murphy,” he said.

“Steve, we just landed,” Connie said, “Kate and I are going to head to the apartment.”

He sighed into the phone. “Head to the hospital,” he solemnly said.

Steve heard her gasp. “Steve…”

“She has a head injury. That’s all I know. Get there, and maybe you can be one of her nurses.”

“Do you want us to bring anything?” she said, her voice shaking.

Javi reached for the phone, and Steve gladly handed it over to him. “Get the Fleetwood Mac T-shirt in her suitcase and a pair of my sweatpants. They’re her favorite. She’ll want to wear those on the ride home,” he said, trembling.

“Of course, Javi. Anything else?”

He took a deep breath. “The black box off the dresser.”

“We’ll meet you there. We love you, Javi,” her voice gave it away that she was crying.

“The spare key is above the door,” he replied, before hanging up.

He wanted to kill La Quica for what he did to her, but he knew now, Messina wasn’t going to let him get close to that son of a bitch. “Tell me she’s going to make it. Tell me she’s going to be alright,” he softly said to Steve.

“She’s going to pull through. Y/N is too tough not to. You know, of all people, how stubborn she is.”

He huffed and nodded his head. Stubborn was the perfect way to describe her. Along with beautiful, loving, passionate, and perfect. He leaned forward and balled his fists in his hair, letting out several small sobs. The image of her lifeless in the car was stuck in the forefront of his mind. He felt Steve place a hand on his back, trying to console him or at least let him know he wasn’t alone. Javi wouldn’t tell him, but he appreciated the sentiment. The last thing he wanted to be was alone right now.

They made it to the airfield in good time, but according to the radio tower, they were scheduled to take off after her medical evac. Javi breathed a sigh of relief, a hundred percent okay with her beating them to the hospital. Steve called Messina and the Ambassador to update them on the status of the mission. Both agreed to cover any medical costs that she would acquire, and to pay for her family to join her at the hospital. Javi wasn’t in a state to talk to them, so Steve deferred all requests to be sent to his wife, Connie.

Everything was a blur to Javi. The flight home, the drive to the hospital. Time didn’t catch up to him until Kate ran to Javi and hugged him. “Connie is with her in surgery, right now.”

His heart stopped and he turned pale white. “S-s-surgery?”

“Javier Peña,” he heard a familiar voice say behind him. When he turned around, he saw the young doctor from the club that couldn’t keep his fucking hands off her.

“Yeah,” he said, puffing out his chest a little.

“Soy su médico de cabecera,” he said, “Nos conocimos el año pasado. Soy el Dr. Rodriguez”

“Se quien eres.”

“If you are more comfortable in English, we can converse this way,” he said in a very thick Colombian accent.

Javi nodded. He felt Kate wrap an arm around him and lean into him while Steve rested his hand on his shoulder. “How is she?”

Rodriguez sighed. “She came to us with a Basal Skull Fracture, and she is in surgery right now to take care of the leaking cerebrospinal fluid. She also has a severe concussion from the blow to the top and right of her head, but we are optimistic she will make a full recovery. Her left eye is severely bruised, but will recover just fine. She will have stitches in her cheek from a cut she received, but all in all, she’s going to be okay.”

Javi let out a long sigh and felt his heart start to slow down. “When can I see her?” he asked.

“She should be out of surgery in a few hours. They’re going to keep her as sedated as we can, so she won’t be awake when you see her, but we will let you know.”

“What do you mean as sedated as you can?” Javi asked.

Rodriguez looked through the file in his hand, again, before saying. “Well, according to the blood work, she’s pregnant. About six, seven weeks along.”

And just like that, all of the air left his body again. “Pr-pregnant?”

“Dr. Rodriguez, te necesitan en cuidados intensivos,” a short nurse said to him.

“Disculpe,” he said, following after the nurse.

Javi looked down at Kate. “Is she really?”

Kate led him back to the waiting room chairs, with Steve closely behind. “It’s why she came back,” she said with several tears in her eyes, “she wanted to tell you in person.”

He leaned forward, holding his head in his hands, crying. Javi leaned back in his seat and looked straight up, trying to peer right into the face of God, praying his child was okay. “This is all my fault,” he said.

Steve leaned his shoulder against him. “There’s no way you could have known,” he said.

“Did you know?”

Steve sighed. “Connie made me swear not to tell you.”

“Oh, fuck that,” Javi said, “how could you not tell me?”

Kate butted in, trying to save Steve. “Because we didn’t want to steal that moment from her,” she said, “she wanted to see the look on your face when you found out that you were going to be a father.”

Those words hit Javi in the middle of his chest. A father. Suddenly, his view on the world was completely different. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, before walking out of the waiting room. He found the hospital gift shop on the main level and walked in. Javi saw a beautiful arrangement of red roses and white orchids. He didn’t pay attention to how much it cost, because she deserved any and everything. Then, he sat down on the bench just outside the hospital entrance, and let out a sob. He cried for her: she was going to be okay. He cried for his unborn child, because he never knew what he wanted until Kate told him that he was going to be a father. He cried, because for some reason God, or whoever was up there, believed he deserved all of this: a woman that loved him who would bear him a child. Out of all his sins, he was good enough to have the most perfect example of a woman wake up every morning next to him. He felt his heart swell like he’d never felt. He never knew he was capable of loving someone so much until he had her in his life.

Javi must have been sitting outside for a long time, because Connie finally came for him. “Javi,” she said softly.

He turned to look at her. She hugged him tight, and she felt him shudder under her arms. “She did great in surgery, and the babies are even better.”

“Babies?” He stepped back from her and stared at her. “Babies as in plural?”

Connie smiled. “As in twins.”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Connie could have sworn he wanted to smile. “Can I see her?”

Connie nodded. “She’s getting settled in her room now,” she said, “but, Javi, I need to warn you. She looks like she’s in worse shape than what she is. She has an IV in her, and she’s running on oxygen. We were able to take her off the ventilator.” She wrapped her arm through Javi’s and led her to Y/N room. “I brought you an extra change of clothes, a toothbrush, and some extra toiletries in case you needed them, too. Since, I figured you’d be here as long as she was. We will actually be able to discharge her in two days. Doctor says she’ll be well enough that she can heal on her own. She does have a follow up next week. But we are just prescribing her Tylenol and a lot of rest.”

He took a deep, shaky breath as they got closer to her room. “Are you ready?” she asked. He nodded. “Oh, and Javi? She’s going to love the little black box you bought her.”

His heart picked up even more. Slowly, he opened the door to her room and stopped in the doorway. She was peacefully asleep, with a single bandage around her head to hold the cotton in place at the base of her neck. Her face was swollen and bruised, but she was still far more beautiful than anyone he’d ever seen. He walked over to her, running his hand gently over the top of her head. A few more tears escaped as he tried to smile. “Hermosa,” he whispered, “I’m not going anywhere.”

The heart rate machine sped up just a hair, and he believed that was her way of telling him that she heard him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “They’ll have to kill me before I ever leave you,” he added. Connie took the flowers from him and set them in a vase on her bedside table before closing the door behind her.

Javi grabbed a small recliner from the corner of the room and moved it to her side. He held her hand in his, resting his forehead on her leg. He then looked up at her stomach under the sheets and rested his other hand there. “Hey, in there,” he said, awkwardly, “It’s me. Your…daddy.” The phrase felt weird coming from him, but it brought another twitch to the corners of his mouth. “I’m going to take such good care of you and mommy. No one will ever hurt you again.”

He felt more tears escape. Though he was relieved he had her back, the fear and panic from the last several days finally washed over him. He held her hand to his lips, running his thumb over her knuckles. “No sé lo que haría sin ti, mi corazón,” he breathed, “Voy a pasar el resto de mi vida haciendo las paces contigo.”

Javi leaned forward and placed a very chaste kiss on her lips before settling down in his chair. His exhaustion was finally catching up to him as he drifted off to sleep.

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He was startled awake by the loud beeping from the machines and nurses running into the room. His heart started to race as they started pressing buttons. “Ella tiene fiebre alta,” one nurse said.

“Baño de hielo,” another replied.

Another checked her vitals and added, “Llama al Dr. Rodriguez.”

They moved her onto a stretcher and started to wheel her out of the room. Javi followed and ran out into the hallway. Steve instantly approached him. “What’s going on?”

Javi shook his head. “Her monitors started going off and they rushed in. One of them said she was running a fever.”

“Dr. Rodriguez,” they said over the intercom, “Te necesitan en cuidados intensivos.”

Javi looked at Steve, panic written all over his face. “Where’s Connie?”

“She’s probably with her. I’m sure she’ll be out here soon.”

He sat down in the chair next to the door in the hallway. “Fuck,” he said, resting his head in his hands. He could feel the sweat rolling down his back and neck as he thought of the worst case scenarios. Javi had never been a big optimist, and in this moment he hated that about himself. He needed that optimism, that false sense of hope that she was going to be okay. She was going to pull through.

He felt a pair of small hands rub his back as he turned and looked to his left. Connie was knelt next to him with a new look of concern in her eyes. “She’s stable,” she said, “she’s in the ice bath now. Her fever spiked, so they’re going to run some tests and make sure there’s no swelling. Her heart rate dropped, though, on their way to the ice baths, so they moved her to ICU for closer monitoring. You can see her when they get her comfortable, but you can’t stay with her.”

She saw Javi’s shoulder tense up. “They can’t keep me away from her.”

Connie sighed and smiled at Steve. “I knew you’d say that. When I filled out her paperwork to admit her, I listed you as her spouse.”

“He did the same with the Embassy,” Steve mumbled.

Javi looked over at her. “Does that mean I can stay with her?”

She nodded. “You can come and go as you please. They’ve hooked her up to more monitors, though and have her on a stronger IV drip. If she does fine through the night, they’ll move her back down here. I called her parents after she got settled. They’ll be here tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll pick them up from the airport with Kate,” Steve said.

Connie smiled at her husband. “Javi,” she said, rubbing his back again, “I’m going to go check on her. If anything changes, you’ll be the first to know. Everyone is taking great care of her. She’s in good hands.”

All he could do was nod at her and rest his head in his hands. She slowly stood up and walked back towards the ICU. Steve sat down in the empty seat next to him and laughed. “You know, not in a million years would I have guessed we’d be here,” he said.

“Yeah? And what does that mean?”

“Well, for starters, watching my best friend and my wife’s best friend fall in love.”

Javi looked up at him. “I thought I was too much trouble for her.”

Steve slapped his back and smiled at him. “I think you were just enough for her. However, she might be too much for you.”

Javi wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t enjoy happiness while her life hung in the balance.

“I also never thought I’d see you this head over heels for a single woman,” he added, leaning forward.

He let out a loud sigh and leaned back against the chair. “She’s my whole world, Steve. And now, our children…” His voice cracked. “I can’t lose them.”

“Connie is going to take good care of them. Before you know it, she’ll be awake and cursing herself for staying with your ugly mug.”

Javi shook his head and reached for the duffle back on the inside of the door. He pulled out the little black box and handed it to Steve. “What’s this?”

“I took your advice,” he mumbled, waiting for Steve to open it.

He lifted the lid off the box and revealed a small, navy blue velvet box that housed a simple gold band with a round cut diamond in the center, surrounded by several smaller diamonds. “She left some jewelry in the apartment, so I grabbed one of her rings and went to a jewelry store downtown,” he said, “I was going to ask her when she inevitably came back, because I knew she wouldn’t stay away for long.” He paused and looked at the ring in Steve’s hand. “That is, if she still wants to be with me.”

Steve smiled and handed the box back to Javi. “Javi,” he sighed, “I’ve known her for years. Well, at least since her and Connie were in med school. Which means I’ve only known her with Michael and then briefly without. The entire time I saw them together, never once did she light up the way she does around you. She will say ‘yes’.”

Javi let out a shaky breath. “I need to get the chance to ask her, first.” He looked down the hall where they took her.

“You will.”

He turned back to Steve and eyed him, raising an eyebrow at him. “Best friend?”

Steve laughed. “Fuck off, Peña.”

“Well, you know what that means if she says ‘yes’, right?”

“You sure you want one of my famous speeches?”

Javi shook his head. “You’d make a piss poor best man, anyway.”

Steve shoved him. “Fuck off, Peña. No one else would be better than me.”

He glanced back at Steve, the corners of his mouth twitching, aching to form a smile. “Who says I want a fucking hillbilly standing next to me?”

Steve slapped him on the shoulder and leaned back in his chair laughing. He looked past Javi and saw his wife approaching them with a smile on her face. “Jav,” he nudged him to look.

“So, her fever broke,” she said, “and her heart rate has returned to normal. Doc gave us the all clear to just keep her in this room.”

Javi let out a deep breath. “Thank you, Connie. For everything.”

She smiled at him. “I’m not about to lose my best friend to a drug war. She’ll be back in this room after they finish a few tests. Steve, take him to get something to eat.”

***

Javi followed him to the cafeteria and stared at his sandwich that Steve bought him. “Man, you have to eat something,” Steve said.

He nodded. “I know.”

Steve’s phone rang. “Murphy,” he answered.

“It’s Messina.” Javi looked up from his sandwich. “Hand the phone to Peña.”

Javi shook his head. “He’s talking with the doctor right now. I’ll pass the message along.”

Messina sighed. “Judy Moncada has now become an Informant for the CIA.” Javi rubbed his hands down his face, trying to contain his anger. “She’s been placed on a plane and will be heading to Miami tomorrow to leak who was working with Los Pepes.”

Javi banged his fist on the table. “What does this mean?” Steve asked.

“Peña told me the truth two days ago, and I tried to fix it. They’re sending him home. They want him out of Colombia by the end of the week.”

“Messina, no. Out of everyone, Javi deserves to be there when we bring that motherfucker down.”

“I tried everything I could. They’re sending him home.” She hung up the phone.

Steve looked at Javi with a sympathetic gaze. “I’m sorry, man.”

“I knew it couldn’t last forever,” he sighed, “just put a bullet in that fucker for me.”

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, concerned at his lack of reaction to the news.

Javi looked at his partner. “This was going to end one of two ways. With me dead or fired. I’m okay with the latter.” His mouth twitched again. “That just means I can spend my time focused on her.”

***

Javi took his place back in the recliner next to her bed. He grabbed her hand and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “We’re going home, hermosa,” he whispered, “I just need you to wake up.” His voice broke and he felt a few tears roll down his cheeks.

He leaned forward and kissed her hand, resting his head on her bed. The steady beeping of the machines, her heart beat, slowly lulled him back to sleep.

Your POV

You slowly opened your eyes and noticed you were in a dark room surrounded by machines that were attached to you. You turned your head to the left and saw bright, white lights coming through the slits in the blinds on your windows. Suddenly you were hit with an excruciating headache that made you want to throw up. You felt something soft in your right hand, and you turned to look. Your heart was ready to burst as tears flowed down your cheeks. You saw Javi asleep in a recliner, holding your hand like it was his lifeline. You used your other hand to reach for the nurse’s button. Luckily, Connie walked in, quietly opening the door. She smiled at you and squeezed your other hand.

Your throat was extremely dry and raw. So, you nodded at Javi, and it was like she read your mind. She quickly returned with a pillow and blanket for him. She gently lifted his head and placed the pillow under him before tucking him in. She grabbed his hand out of yours and placed it in his lap, which caused him to open his eyes. “Connie?” he said, still half asleep, “what are you doing?”

She smiled at him. “Someone wanted you to be comfortable while you slept,” indicating you.

His gaze went immediately to your half opened eyes, and you smiled at him. You reached both of your arms out for him, to which he gladly stood and moved closer to you. He rested his forehead on yours, smoothing your hair as you ran your fingers through his. “I never thought I’d see your beautiful eyes again,” he whispered in his gentle, baritone voice.

You couldn’t say anything. All you could do was cry. He wiped your tears away and softly kissed your lips. You saw Connie step out of the room to give you more privacy. “I’m so sorry,” you cried, “I shouldn’t have come back.”

“No,” he said, “don’t ever apologize to me. You’re perfect.” He kissed you again. “I know why you came back.”

You suddenly became worried about your child. Your hand reaching for your stomach, resting over the little one growing in there. “Is it-”

“They’re both fine,” he said smiling.

There it was. Your favorite smile was back. “Both?”

He nodded and kissed you. Dr. Rodriguez came in and slowly turned the lights on. “I see you are awake,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

Javi stood next to you, holding your hand. “I have a really bad headache,” you replied.

He walked closer to you, shining a light into your eyes. Then, he gently placed his hand behind your head and touched the bandage. “You gave us a scare yesterday,” he said, “I thought we were going to have to sedate your husband.” He laughed.

Your eyes shot to Javi’s and he smiled at you again. “Yes,” you slowly said, “my husband can tend to act before he thinks.”

Rodriguez stepped away. “I’ll send Connie in to change your bandages. You have several other guests waiting to see you.”

“Thank you, Antonio,” you said.

“Of course, Y/N,” he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

You turned your attention back to Javi and gave him a curious stare. “Husband?”

He gave you his usual devilish grin. “It’s the only way I could stay here with you.”

Connie walked in with a set of fresh bandages. “I’ll change these, and then your parents want to see you,” she said as she changed them.

“Uh, Connie?” Javi said, “Can you give us just a few minutes before sending everyone in?”

She winked at him. “Just let me know when you’re ready,” she added before closing the door.

“As soon as you’re out of here, I can change it. I can only imagine what you think since…”

“Javi,” you said, squeezing his hand. “Just answer me one question. Who is she?”

You saw a few tears roll down his cheek as he reflected on the last time you saw each other. That awful woman with her arms around his neck. He took a deep, shaky breath. “Her name is Gabriela. She was one of my old informants.”

You dropped his hand, but he instantly reached for it again. “Please, just listen. She came by my apartment to ‘distract’ me while they took you. I tried forcing her away, and that’s when she threw herself at me. I swear. I don’t want anyone that isn’t you. I love you more than anything I could ever imagine, and the entire time you were missing I lost it. I couldn’t eat, sleep. Hell, I couldn’t even breath until I found you. And when,” he paused and tried to gather himself before continuing. “When I found you in that car, unconscious, I just knew my life was over.”

You felt more tears escape your eyes as you watched him walk to the end of the bed and dig through a duffle bag. “This isn’t what I had hoped,” he said, “but I can’t wait any longer.” You smiled at him as he looked like he was about to throw up. “I’ve thought about this for a long time, and when you left Colombia, I realized I was miserable without you. I knew that when I saw you again, I needed to keep you with me always.” He took another shaky breath as he got down on one knee. “Te quiero más que a nada en el mundo. Eres el amor de mi vida. ¿Te casarías conmigo, mi hermosa?”

You beckoned him to stand as you pulled him closer to you. “Por supuesto, Javi. No quiero pasar mi vida con nadie más.” He kissed you deeper, but still gently as he slid the ring onto your finger.

His POV

He beckoned Connie to send in her parents as he resumed his position by her side, holding her hand and occasionally kissing it. He needed to constantly reassure himself that this was real. She was here, alive, and wearing his ring. Slowly, the door opened and a beautiful woman that resembled an older version of his hermosa stepped in, followed by a tall, strong man. The woman smiled and walked directly to her side, kissing her forehead. His heart raced, as he realized he was meeting her parents for the first time under less than ideal circumstances. “Hey, there,” your mother said, stroking her hair, “how are you feeling?”

She smiled. His heart beat so fast when he saw her smile again. He would give anything in the world to see that smile every day for the rest of his life. To see her eyes light up and hear her most angelic laughter. His mind floated off to the time he carried her up the stairs to her room and she smiled while he held her in his arms. She smiled when he whispered to her good night, and she called him her Javi for the first time. He knew the first time she spoke to him that she had him wrapped around her finger, but that night was the night he knew that he loved her more than anything in the world. That night he knew that there was no turning back for him, because his heart had never been so full before this moment.

He was brought out of his day dream when she tugged on his hand. “Mama, Daddy, I want you both to meet the most important person to me. This is Javi.”

Mama came running around the other side of the bed with tears in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him. He felt the air rush out of his body as he relished a motherly embrace for the first time in a long time. “I’ve heard nothing but good things about you,” she said, “it’s about time I finally meet you.”

He laughed. “I’m so happy to finally meet you, Ma’am.”

She slapped his shoulder. “Oh, please. It’s Mama.”

“Mama,” he replied. He stuck his hand out to your father’s and shook it with a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

Her father grinned at him and squeezed his hand a little harder. “Sir will do just fine.”

***

She was released from the hospital two days later, and Javi carried her everywhere. To the car, up the stairs, to their bed. She wanted for nothing. Her parents stayed at a nice hotel near the airport until they were ready to move back to Texas. The Embassy dropped off several boxes for the pair of them to pack their things and ship them back to the U.S. They gave Javi two more days to be gone before they were going to escort him to the airport.

Everyone had come over to help pack their things, since Javi refused to let her lift a finger. “Javi, I love you, but you’re just going to throw everything in the boxes. I’ve seen how you fold laundry,” she said.

He smiled at her and kissed her lips. “Connie and Kate, along with your mother, are coming over to pack all the breakables. Steve, your dad, and I will take care of everything else.”

She shook her head. “Can I at least sit on the couch so I can talk to everyone?”

He sat next to her on the bed and rested his hand on her leg. “The second you get a headache, I’m carrying you back in here.”

She pulled him closer to him. “Deal,” she breathed against his lips before pushing him away.

Javi laughed at her and leaned back down. “You can’t do that,” he smiled before kissing her. Her hands trailed down his body. “Careful,” he said.

“Oh right,” she let go and pointed at her head. “I have a head injury.” There was a knock at the door. “You better get that.”

He kissed her again before walking out of the bedroom. He opened the door to welcome everyone to their home one last time. He saw her stumbling out of the bedroom wearing his blue button down and sweatpants. Javi watched her like a hawk as she made her way to the couch. He brought her Tylenol and water to take before handing her some orange juice. He kissed her hand before walking to Steve and her father ready to dismantle furniture to box up.

Occasionally, he would peer over his shoulder to her to make sure she was okay. She was leaning against the couch, laughing and talking with everyone. He smiled a little at the sight and let out a small sigh. “Peña, get your head out of your ass,” Steve said, “and help me flip this table over. Why did you have to buy such a heavy one?”

Javi shrugged. “She liked it.”

Her father grinned and nodded, understanding why Javi bought the world’s heaviest table. “You couldn’t have persuaded her to get a lighter one?” Steve complained.

“I think she wanted to watch me struggle pulling this up the stairs,” Javi replied.

Her father laughed this time. “Sounds just like her mother.”

He looked at his future father-in-law and smiled. “She certainly likes to keep me on my toes, that’s for sure.” He stopped what he was doing and walked to her father. “Sir, I know I asked her without asking you first, but I’d like to have your blessing.”

He looked over to his daughter and back to Javier and grinned. “You were able to do what I thought no one was capable of,” he began, “and I’ve never seen her happier. I know you’ll take good care of my little girl. Welcome to the family, Son.”

Javi held out his hand. “Thank you, sir.”

Her father wrapped him in a hug. “Call me Pop.”

Your POV

You glanced behind you and saw your father hugging Javi, and that made you light up at the sight. You took in a deep breath and relaxed against the sofa and smiled. Your mother noticed how peaceful you were, despite everything that had just happened. “So,” she said, putting your picture frames into boxes, “Have the two of you talked about the wedding?”

Your mind instantly jumped back to almost three years ago when Michael had first asked you to marry him. When your mother asked you that then, you panicked. Now, you felt at peace. Happy. “We don’t want a big wedding,” you said, “but we do want a rather large reception. We’ve also decided to wait until after the twins get here. He doesn’t want me to stress about the wedding until after I’ve given birth.”

Your mother grinned. “So, you’re shipping everything to Laredo?”

You nodded. “His father owns a ranch down there with a large guest house. Javi said, if he’s quitting the DEA, he should help Chucho run the ranch.”

She sighed. “At least you’re back in Texas.”

You leaned your head back against the couch and closed your eyes until you felt a hand touch your shoulder. “I found this,” Connie said, handing you an album. It was your engagement photos.

You frowned and took them from her. As you flipped through the book, you looked at the empty eyes you had and your feigned smile in these pictures. You had a feeling then that he was cheating, but you weren’t certain. And honestly, your life turned out better for it. You stood up and walked to the trash can where you shoved the whole album into it. “If you find any other pictures with Michael, pitch them,” you said, taking your seat back on the couch.

You glanced over at Javi and smiled at him, giving him a little wink. He smiled back and returned the sentiment. Several hours went by before your kitchen and living room were completely packed. Javi decided to leave packing the bedroom to the two of you, well mainly him while you watched. You rubbed the bridge of your nose and leaned forward. Within seconds, Javi was next to you picking you up in his arms. “I told you the second you got a headache, you were going to bed,” he said, “tell everyone good night.”

You smiled at him. “Eres tan terco.”

“Solo para ti, mi amor,” he whispered as he carried you off to bed.

You heard your mother loudly whisper to Kate, “You weren’t kidding. Fucking Prince Charming.”

His POV

They’d been living in Chucho’s guest house for roughly a week, and honestly, Javi couldn’t have been happier. Escobar was finally brought to justice, and he could sleep peacefully knowing there was one less dirtbag in the world. He had woken up early in the morning, watching the sunlight dance across her skin, making her glow even more. He’d never seen anything more beautiful as he caressed her hair, moving it out of her face. Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him and kissed him deeply. He moaned into her kiss and pulled her against him. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked.

She laughed. “Doc said I had five to ten days before the headaches stopped. I haven’t had one in two days. Yes, I’m ready for this. I’ve gone long enough without it.”

He raised his eyebrows at her and smiled. “In that case, I’m going to enjoy a little…” he cleared his throat, “breakfast first.” He trailed kisses down her neck, as he slowly slid her pajama shirt off.

“So, now I’m breakfast?” she laughed.

He continued his way down, pausing to kiss her stomach before making his way to her thighs. “Hermosa, you’re my favorite meal,” he said, inhaling her scent that was so intoxicating to him.

His phone rang. He growled and sat up. “Who the fuck is calling at this hour? I swear to God if it’s Murphy, I will kill him.”

“Please don’t. You’re not going to want to find another best man.”

He rolled over and grabbed the phone. “What the fuck, Murphy? I’m a little busy at the moment.”

“Agent Peña,” a strange voice said at the other end of the line.

His blood went cold and he sat up straight. “Yes?”

“You need to report to Washington for a review of your case.”

“DEA?”

“DOJ,” they replied, “you’ll be expected tomorrow at 0-900.”

Translations

Necesitamos moverla. - We need to move her.

Soy su médico de cabecera. - I am her attending physician.

Nos conocimos el año pasado. Soy el Dr. Rodriguez. - We met last year. I’m Dr. Rodriguez.

Se quien eres. - I know who you are.

Dr. Rodriguez, te necesitan en cuidados intensivos. - Dr. Rodriguez, you’re needed in intensive care.

Disculpe. - Excuse me.

No sé lo que haría sin ti, mi corazón. - I don’t know what I would do without you.

Voy a pasar el resto de mi vida haciendo las paces contigo. - I am going to spend the rest of my life making this up to you.

Ella tiene fiebre alta. - She has a high fever.

Baño de hielo. - Ice bath

Llama al Dr. Rodriguez. - Call Dr. Rodriguez.

Te quiero más que a nada en el mundo. Eres el amor de mi vida. ¿Te casarías conmigo, mi hermosa? - I love you more than anything. You are the love of my life. Will you marry me, mi hermosa?

Por supuesto, Javi. No quiero pasar mi vida con nadie más. - Of course, Javi. I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else.

Eres tan terco. - You’re so stubborn.

Solo para ti, mi amor. - Just for you, my love.

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 years ago

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Masterlist Javier Peña

Updated: October 5th 2024

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Home (M)

It’s been a long day year for Javi and all he wants is to go home.

Leave the light on (G)

Sleeping with the lights out seemed like a thing all the people do. So you told him how you struggled with it, after you almost fell asleep at a stake out he made sure you would feel safe from now on.

switch (E)

When your new hot neighbor turned out to be no other than Javier Peña, the Agent that would join one of your Departments with you as his Superior, things should get a little more complicated. But somehow they didn’t…

Missing you (G)

A gala from the American embassy in Bogota lets you finally run in the man who you left without saying goodbye almost two years ago.

mix up (E)

A mix-up with the building's laundry was all it took to get what you always secretly wanted.

late night calls (E)

It all started with a phone call to the DEA office to tell Javier about the surgery of his father. You had insisted to take care of him after Chucho told you about the surgery. That you would fall in love with his son you had never met before? Just as surprising to you as it was to Javier.

Night shift (E)

Meeting Javier during one of your nightshifts at the hospital turned into falling in love with him. But working different shifts can be challenging, yet you somehow make it work.

Whiskey, Cigarettes and Condoms (E)

You are working in a shop and your most interesting customer is the hot guy who buys XL Condoms every single week. Until he stopped.

Don't you want me (M)

6 years passed since Javier made the one decision he wished he could take back. What happens when he meets the one woman he ever truly loved?

Decisions (G)

You find your boyfriend cheating with one of your friends after getting home from work and call the person you always call when shit hits the fan.

answering machine (G)

It's been two years since you heard Javier's voice. That didn't mean you weren't talking to him.

A Christmas Carol - Made in Colombia (Mini Series) (G)

Nothing was the same since Escobar was gone. Javier didn't want to be back, but he had no other choice. He was there to do a job and a job only. When a stake out went wrong and Javier ends up in a drug induced coma the three ghosts of Christmas show him what he was blind to see.

Maybe (M)

At first you thought you were just one of those secretaries he was nice to, but after a while something changed and maybe Javier was more than a friend.

drabble about meeting Javier after he broke your heart but you finally moved on

Use Me (E)

You pick Javier up from the airfield after he wasn’t able to take Miguel Rodriguez from the Cali Cartel in. You don’t make it home before he needs you to get his mind off of things.

Pretend (E)

You were asked to sit into a disciplinary hearing for the DEA, not knowing it was about Javier who you hadn’t seen in years

Apart (E)

Nine years ago you broke Javier Peña’s heart on Valentines Day. Maybe now you would get a second chance.

More (M)

You meet Javier Peña on a New Years Eve party. A year later you’re still together, making plans for the future.

Falling for you (E)

When you decided to bring your daughter to Colombia to work for the CIA to take Pablo Escobar down, you never thought you would find someone to fall in love with….

Midnight rain (E)

Waking up in the middle of the night to a storm raging outside, you find Javi outside on the porch, deciding to have him right then and there.

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seriousentertainment · 4 years ago

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Money Heist season 2 review

Title:- Money Heist [(La Casa De Papel)in spanish]

Genre:- Action, Crime, drama

Release date:- 16 October, 2017

Creator:- Álex Pina

Directors:-Jesús Colmenar,Alex Rodrigo,Koldo Serra,Alejandro Bazzona,Javier Quintas,Miguel Ángel Vivas

Cast:- Úrsula Corberó,Álvaro Morte,Itziar Ituño,Pedro Alonso,Miguel Hirrán,Jamie Lorente,Esther Acibo,Enrique Arce,Darko Peric,Alba Flores,Fernando Soto,Mario de la Rosa,Juan Fernández,Rocco Narva,Paco Tous,Roberto Garcia,María Pedraza,Antonio Cuellar Rodriguez,Anna Gras,Clara Alvarado,Cristina Saavedra,Fran Morcillo,Miquel García Borda,Naia Guz,Xavi Ortuzar

Music:- Iván Martínez Lacámara,Manel Santisteban

Cinematographer:- Migue Amoedo

Editors:- Luis Miguel González Bedmar,David Pelegrín,Regino Hernández,Raúl Mora,Verónica Callón,Raquel Marraco,Patricia Rubio

Set designer:- Abdón Alcañiz, Fernando González

Costume designer:- Rosa Solana

The long story of the heist ends with this season of money heist. The end is more dramatic and emotional then ever thought of. The cinematography and direction are amazing but what is more amazing is the writing of the show. The detailing of the journey of life and pain of each character is shown in a profound way.

The story continues with inspector Raquel with professor reaching to the planning house and Raquel inspecting the place with police officers and forensic team. While professor struggles to get out of there his gang is waiting for his routine call.Tokio and Berlin have opposing ways to proceed. She plays Russian roulette on Berlin to know about the plan in case professor gets caught. Nairobi stops her but after that Berlin throws out tokio from the royal mint. Untill professor reaches back , Rio was also going to be shot by Berlin. The plan to give money to hostages was not working on all and they were trying to escape. Arturo's plan to escape by replacing gun of Denver with fake gun and taking his real gun works but while escaping Monica turns to Denver's side and stops the mission. The professor does everything to stop the police from outside still Raquel finds out the truth and goes after him. Tokio returns to the mint because of professor's Master plan in a very shocking yet stylish way but Moscow gets injured during this. Denver and gang dig the tunnel in more speed in order to save Moscow's life. At end total 3 gang members martyr/die for the plan to succeed.

The season ends with Raquel receiving a coordinate after 1 year of heist and when she reached there professor was waiting.

The whole season is filled with many ups and downs and loss of life but accomplishment at the end. This season will make you sad also for those whom you didn't feel as good. It complete the heist at royal mint of spain.

This season is must watch for those who have watched season 1 and if didn't liked it also.

My rating- 9/10

By- Anurag singh Bhadauria

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blackssuunn-mandoandyodito · 5 years ago

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Tabaco y Brea

Part three

Pairing:Javier Peña x DEA! reader

Rating:Uh, PG-13? What are the ratings?

Words: 2.6k

A/N: Um, tbh this is my favorite and the one we start the Drama™ with.

Warnings:rape reference,violence, (murdering?), sexual talk, prostitution. If I’m missing anything let me know.

Summary:You go to Medellín for the Narco meeting. Things get complicated when Helena doesn’t arrive.

Part one Part two

Colonel Horacio Carrillo is waiting for you at the Carlos Holguin School, his base of operations, once you get to Medellín. Javi drives you all in the OGV (this time a white Van) with you in the back and Steve riding shotgun. Javier gets out, you and Steve rounding the car as the Colonel greets him.

“La inteligencia que me diste estaba en su punto. Los traquetos se van a reunir en las Margaritas” (Your intel was good. The traquetos (drug dealers) are gathering in Las Margaritas)

You still can’t figure out how Javier was able to convince the Ambassador to let all of you come without more than a day’s notice.

You get closer, Carrillo turning his head towards your direction. Javier sighs.

“I want you to meet our new DEA, Steve Murphy”

The Colonel smirks. “Carne fresca” (Fresh meat)

Both look at each other, and you roll your eyes.

“No sea idiota coronel” (Don’t be an idiot colonel)

Steve, once again, looks at you surprised. He may not speak Spanish but he’s sure he knows what idiota means.

Horacio laughs at your comment and lets a heavy hand fall on your shoulder. “No sea llorona Bera, hay que darle una buena bienvenida al nuevo!” (Don’t be a crybaby Bera, we have to give the new guy a good welcome!)

You shrug off his hand and get closer to Murphy in a protective stance. He’s a good guy, that much you’ve noticed with so little time he’s spent with you. Steve bumps you playfully as if saying thank you. You bump him back.

After that, everyone climbs into their respective cars and drive straight to the fancy hotel where the narcos meeting was going to be held.

You get a room along with the three of them, your Canon AE-1 hanging heavy on your neck as you climb up the stairs. Steve has a Fujica, and you guess he will be taking as many photos as he can. You’ll try and do the same, but the ones you’re taking will be staying with you and his are going to the ID guys.

Steve gets closer to the window and immediately starts snapping pictures as the narcos keep coming and getting out of their fancy vehicles. You do the same, but from the other angle.

You can see Carlos Lehder, the Ochoa brothers (and you now realize this probably has to do something with her sister being kidnapped) and Fernando Galeano “The Wolfman”, but you’re surprised when Gonzalo Rodriguez Gacha “The Mexican” gets out of another car, his face not very happy as they close the red door behind him.

“Is that Gacha?” Javi asks. You nod beside him, his voice sounding as surprised as you feel.

“I’ve never seen him with other traffickers”

The colonel is right, of course. Gacha is known for being a lone man regarding business, a paranoid man who doesn’t trust anyone. Him being there doesn’t mean anything good.

Finally, Pablo Escobar and Gustavo Gaviria arrive in a brown Mercedes convertible. Horacio orders Steve to take pictures of him and something urges you to answer that you’re not his soldiers to be bossed around, but keep your mouth shut.

Reluctantly, you admit in your insides that the intel Javi got from Helena was great, and you can feel in your guts that something big is going down today.

Hours pass and you realize that the meeting is over once the hookers are called up. The four of you get out and drive to the meeting point with Helena, and even if you’re not very fond of her you pray that she’s okay and got the work done.

“She should be here by now”

Javier is pacing outside with Carrillo standing beside one of the cars, Steve partially lying on the front while you’re inside with your head hanging out the window.

“You think she slipped?”

Javi shakes his head. “Nah, she’s no dummy”

Horacio bends over the car’s chest and laces his fingers together. “Maybe she’s getting pretty for you”

You snort and Javi gives you a dirty look but nods towards him. “Yeah”

More time passes, and if you’re honest you’re starting to get worried for the girl. One of Carrillo’s men gets close to him and mutters something that makes your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach.

“Vimos a la chica irse hace un buen rato” (we saw the girl leaving a long time ago)

You open the door and jump off, getting close to them as Carrillo speaks to Javi.

“They’re telling me the girl left a long time ago, she’s already dead”

Your partner looks concerned as he kneads his shoulder, a frown well pronounced showing in his face. He turns around and shakes his head.

“No, they wouldn’t kill her at the hotel”

“Then they killed her somewhere else, she knew the risks” you hate how nonchalant Horacio sounds, how easy he speaks about an innocent girl being dead because she decided to help you.

“If we’re going back, we go back now” Steve intervenes, and you’re grateful he has more human sense than Horacio.

Javi gets close to him, muttering, “Necesito que la encuentres” (I need you to find her)

Horacio gives him a look, but answers. “Conozco un sicario, si te interesa. Quieres?” (I know a sicario, if you’re interested. You OK with that?)

Your blood runs cold as Javi nods, “yo voy” (I’ll go with you)

You get close to both of them and grip Javi’s arm. “Yo iré contigo también” (I’ll go with you too)

Before Javi begins his protest, Carrillo points towards Steve.

“Qué hacemos con Carne Fresca?” (What do we do with Fresh Meat?)

Javi glares at you. “Necesito que te quedes con él” (I need you to stay with him)

Disagreeing, you shake your head and move ahead of him. Horacio looks at how you walk towards his vehicle with a grin on his face, and you hear Javi telling Steve something from the distance.

Shortly after, they’re following after you and climb into the car.

You get to the place where the sicario is supposed to be and decide to stay inside the car as Javi and Carrillo along with one of his men go up to a balcony.

Even if you’re not there, the sounds of a man getting chocked with a plastic bag reach your ears and Carrillo’s voice shouting drowns them a little bit.

You clench your eyes shut as footsteps can be heard and shortly after, a gunshot resonates through the night.

The sicario must have said something interesting because, without a word, both of them climb into the car and drive like crazy to another part of the city.

Horacio hits the brakes out of nowhere and the tires squeal in protest. Javier turns to look at you from the copilot seat, frowning.

“No me quedaré aqui Javier, ni lo pienses” (I won’t stay here Javier, don’t even think about it)

He lets out an exasperated sigh and gets out, his grip hard on the gun at his hands.

Carrillo’s men go first, getting rid of the ones guarding the entrance. Then, Horacio goes on the other side, with Javi after him and you close behind. You climb the stairs silently, as close to the wall as the small space lets you, one of the soldiers leads you upstairs.

Chaos ensues when he fires, and shouts can be heard all over the place. Javier and Horacio start shooting the men quickly and soon it’s only you who are there. You turn around to Javi, and nausea invades your senses.

Helena is lying there, naked and beaten as she whimpers. Her face is bloody and bruises are starting to form all over her body. You have to cover your mouth to keep a gasp from escaping. You’re amazed at how beautiful she is, even after all of this, and a sense of admiration fills your chest.

Javier takes off his vest and kneels to cover her with it. With tender hands, he holds her face and says her name.

“Helena? It’s me”

She doesn’t answer, and you can feel the guilt already eating at Javi.

“Te voy a sacar de aquí okay? Te lo prometo” (I’m going to take you out of here okay? I promise)

He lifts Helena in his arms and you trail behind him with your gun held up, Horacio walking behind you.

Nobody says a word as he takes her to the ambulance and you drive off to the hospital. Carrillo talks to his men by radio, telling them where you’re heading to and orders them to go there. Steve is still with them, so you guess you’ll find him there too.

You get to the hospital and Javi takes her to the ER, but they don’t let him go inside. Before his temper gets you in trouble, you put your hand on his shoulder and speak.

“Yo soy su hermana” (I’m her sister)

They nod without any protest and let you go inside with them. Javier sees you go and cocks his head in a silent thanks.

Half an hour passes before anything else happens, but a doctor gets close to you in the waiting room to tell you she’s stable.

“Puede entrar a verla si lo desea, está consciente” (You can go see her if you want to, she’s conscious)

You nod and smile at her, “muchas gracias, iré en seguida” (thank you very much, I’ll go straight away)

Standing up, your muscles protest for being tense for so long, and you walk to the room the doctor pointed at.

Slowly, you open the door trying to avoid disturbing her, but her head turns towards your direction once a creaking sound echoes through the room.

“Hola Helena”, you greet her, “soy Bera, la compañera de Javier” (Hello Helena, I’m Bera, Javier’s (DEA) partner)

Your voice is soft, and you try to be as careful as possible so as not to startle her. You walk to his side and sit down at the chair beside his bed. She tries to give you a smile, but it becomes a pained expression caused by the bruises in her face.

“Tú eres Bera, eh?” (So you’re Bera, uh?) her voice is hoarse, probably because she screamed at some point. Your heart clenches at that.

“Si, soy yo. Cómo te sientes?” (Yes, it’s me. How are you feeling?)

You feel stupid just as the words leave your mouth. How is she supposed to feel after what she just went through?

Despite this, she chuckles. “Como mierda, pero sobreviviré” (Like shit, but I’ll survive)

A strained smile reaches your lips. She’s a strong woman, that much you can notice. Regret invades your throat at how unjustified your resentment towards her was.

“Me aseguraré de que salgas de este país, te lo juro” (I’ll make sure you get out of this country, I swear)

She doesn’t say anything but nods, grateful. An awkward silence covers the room but you don’t want to leave her alone. The smell of desinfectant makes your nose itch, spots in the curtains making you uncomfortable. The covers of her bed are completely pristine though, and that reassures you a little.

Just as she’s about to fall asleep again, she mutters something.

“Eres muy especial para Javier, sabías?” (You’re very special to Javier, you know?)

Her words leave you speechless, and she keeps going at the lack of an answer.

“Contrario a lo que pareces pensar, yo no significo mucho para él. Nada más allá de una amistad tal vez” (Contrary to what you seem to think, I don’t mean much to him. Nothing more than a friendship maybe) Her words have an undertone of bitterness, and you open your mouth to speak but no words come out.

“Siempre que yo intentaba algo más con él, me rechazaba. Al principio pensé que era porque simplemente no estaba interesado en una relación,” she shrugs, the movement tense and clearly painful “pero aquella vez que me estaba cogiendo y dijo tu nombre? supe que era porque ya le pertenecía a alguien” (Every time I tried something with him, he rejected me. At first, I thought he just wasn’t interested in a relationship, but that one time he was fucking me and he said your name? I knew it was because he was already someone else’s)

You freeze, partially because of how easy she speaks about it and partially because of the actual words that just left his mouth.

“Yo-Yo no-no..” you stutter, “estás segura de que dijo mi nombre?” (I-I don’t-don’t… are you sure that he said my name?)

She chuckles at that. “Pues me acabas de decir que tú eres Bera, y si lo susurra en mi oído cuando se está corriendo no hay manera de que haya escuchado mal” (Well you just told me that you’re Bera, and if he whispers it at my ear when he’s coming there’s no way I heard it wrong)

Heat spreads through your cheeks and a flutter forms in your stomach at the (frankly hot) thought of Javi thinking about you as he came. But you don’t know if it means what you’d like, there’s no way to make sure unless Javi straight up tells you and he doesn’t even know you know.

You start freaking out in your head. Does he feel the same way about you? Was it just the heat of the moment? Are you gonna do anything about it? Why hasn’t he said anything!?

Ultimately, you decide not to do anything about it. If he wanted you to know he would have told you already. The thought hurts, but you can’t do much.

You get out a pen from your jacket, rip a piece of paper from the notes at the bedside table and write your real name and the phone number from your house as well as your office one, handing it to Helena.

“Si alguna vez necesitas algo, llámame” (If you ever need something, call me)

She takes it from your hand and nods, folding it under her pillow. You stand up and go towards the door, but just as you’re about to get out, she speaks.

“Asegurate de que Javier esté bien” (Make sure Javier stays well)

Warmth spreads all over your body at her tone. You’re sure she doesn’t mean “keeping him safe”. Regardless of this, you nod.

“Siempre”(Always)

You close the door behind you and walk outside the hospital, conviction in every single one of your steps.

Javier is leaning in the bar at the streetside, Steve standing in front of him. It looks as if they just fought about something, Carrillo sitting at a chair behind Steve.

“I hope you know what that means” it’s the only thing you get to hear from the argument.

Javi then hands him a beer just as he walks towards the corner store, Steve taking a gulp of it. You get close to him and grab his arm.

“I’m sorry for leaving you behind”, you say. “I’m sure you didn’t come all the way down here to just sit around and watch from the sidelines”

Both Carrillo and he snort at your comment, leaving you perplexed. Were they talking about that before you came?

“It’s okay Bera, not your fault”, his posture understanding as he grabs your hand and squeezes.

You smile and turn to Javier. “She’ll be fine. I’ll help you get her the visa”

Javier nods. “Gracias” (thank you)

You go buy a soda and the three of you drink in silence for a moment.

“Qué sigue de esto, equipo Torbellino?” (What goes after this, Whirlpool team?) Carrillo breaks the silence from his seat. He smirks at you and you roll your eyes at the nickname he gave to both you and Javier, but repress a smile and you turn towards him.

The night starts to weight down on you, the events of the day catching up with your body. In spite of this, you straighten up at the change of subject and your breath comes out easier than before.

“A Cali” Javi says. (To Cali)

You smile.

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