#night school teacher!javier peña

[wildemaven]

Came across this on Pinterest and right away thought of your Night School Teacher Javier - even has the opened shirt collar (yes please)

my place or yours | javier peña

pairing - night school teacher!javier peña x night school teacher f!reader word count - 1276 content warning - 18+ blog; just a lot of fluff, reader is mentioned wearing a dress and a necklace- but zero description features, no y/n, established relationship with in this piece notes - K, as soon as I saw this photo, my mind started buzzing! I’ve been on the fence still about writing these two but I wanted to get this out since it came to me so quickly. Thank you for sharing this!!! masterlist

A heat advisory had been issued in Laredo and the surrounding areas for the last week. Your classroom provided little relief for you and your students earlier in the evening as the central air conditioning for the school had gone out days into the heatwave.

It was a combined effort to alleviate some of the warm stagnant air within the old building. You and Javier propped your classroom doors open, while a few open windows supplied a draft across the hall as the evening sun set and the temperature began to drop to a more bearable degree. 

Day 3 of trying to keep your room cool while teaching had you throwing in the white flag. Your students were all too excited at your suggestion to push their test back to next week and dismiss them, welcoming the weekend a whole hour earlier than usual. You wished them a good evening as they eagerly packed away their belongings, bidding their goodbyes as they left your classroom. 

As you were finishing gathering your books and organized stacks of ungraded papers, movement in your peripheral caught your attention. 

Javier moved about the front of his own classroom, his hands alternating between shuffling through the papers he was holding and pointing out key points he had written out on the blackboard. It was a normal sight for you at this point since he moved into the classroom across the hall. These past few days have opened up ample opportunities for you to catch a glimpse of him lost in teaching without a barrier of doors in the way. 

In this moment, Javier was enough of a distraction to halt any progress you had made in cleaning up for the weekend. His sports coat had been discarded and draped over the back of the wooden chair that was left in an off-kilter manner behind his desk. The dark slacks he wore were a snug fit, accentuating his narrow waist. The appearance of his dress shirt had at some point turned from studious refinement to a very relaxed look— the latter being your favorite if you were being honest. The sleeves rolled and secured higher than their normal appearance, his forearms flexed freely without the restraint of the shirt fabric. His deco scallop patterned necktie had been removed and was laying over his sports coat, allowing for the top unbuttoned portion of his shirt to fall open freely. 

You had fallen into a trance, with your eyes glued to the way his neck tensed and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke, you hadn’t realized that you were now standing in the doorway of your classroom. 

Javier’s intuition must have sensed something, his steps faltering a bit as his eyes found yours staring at him from across the hall. The way the corner of his eyes crinkled up slightly and his perfect lopsided grin grew just enough to make his dimple a prominent part of his surprised expression. 

There was a beat of silence as Javier stood there taking you in, almost forgetting his students that sat patiently, filling the rows of rigid desks. His brows narrowed as his brain slowly came to the realization that your class was empty and you were no longer teaching. 

He shot you a wink that caused a sudden fluttering sensation to travel from your lower belly and settle in your chest, before giving his attention back to his class and his form disappearing as he stepped further into the room. 

You shoulder into the doorway, your fingers absentmindedly sliding along the dainty gold chain that hangs from your neck as commotion spills from Javier’s room. 

Student after student exit with books wearing a mixture of gleeful laughter and impassive expressions as they fill the hallway walking in the direction of the nearest parking lot. 

Your attention is directed back to the classroom across from you as the flurry of activity dies down.  

“Hi.” Javier says standing with one hand tucked in his front pocket while the other holds a rather large book containing pages and pages of material he has to cover before the end of the semester. 

“Hi.” You smile at him, as your thumb runs back and forth along the seam of your lips. 

“Not like you to let them out—“ Javier begins to say as he removes his hand from his pocket to inspect the time on his watch, eyebrows raised in surprise. “A whole hour early.” His eyes locked back with yours. 

“Oh stop—  It’s too hot to think. They were groaning and getting restless. Besides, you would have done the same thing if you thought of it first.” 

You watch as he makes his way to you, causing you to turn so your back is now leaning against the door frame when he joins you. 

“I let them go, didn’t I?” He smirks. 

“You did. Any longer and they would have been too distracted to hear anything else you were saying.” Your teeth catch your bottom lip in hopes to contain the smirk that’s slowly forming. 

“How so?” His head ticks to the side, hoping you plan to offer him some sort of explanation. 

Before you say anything, your pointer finger finds its way to the opening of his shirt. Gliding up and down the v-shape then settling at the bottom where the first fastened button rests in the middle of his sternum. 

“You’re very distracting like this. Makes sense why there’s always a mad dash of students fighting over those front row seats every night.” 

“Sounds like you know from experience?” His voice is hushed as he steps closer to you, his free hand resting on your hip, the fabric of your dress bunching under his grip. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Your finger hooks into his shirt and you pull him even closer to close the gap between your bodies. “We’re alone.” You whisper against his lips, your hand slipping under his shirt, feeling his dewy skin under your fingertips as you wait for him to make the final move. 

With both classrooms now empty, you’re the only two in this wing of the building. 

It had been a few months since things had become more serious for you and Javier. Still wanting to take things slow, you both kept things under wraps for the time being while on school grounds. But that didn’t mean you didn’t take advantage of moments like this when it was just the two of you. 

Javier’s lips meld with yours, atoning for lost time while silently promising to make up for it the rest of the weekend. There’s a loud clatter as his book falls on the ground. His hands find their way to your face, gently tracing the contours as if trying to reacquaint himself with every feature he loves about you. 

“My place or yours?” You break the kiss before it advances into something more, your breath mingling with his. 

“My place has air conditioning.” 

“But my bed is comfier.” You hinted as you traced lightly over his collarbone. “Cold showers never killed anyone.” 

“Not yet at least.” He bends down to pick up his book, then stands to his full height and kisses you briefly one more time. “Your place tonight, then my place tomorrow after breakfast— before it gets too hot.” 

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” 

“Lock up and get your stuff, I’ll meet you back here in 5.” He pats your ass playfully as he begins the short walk back to his classroom. 

“You’re trouble, Peña.” You quip over your shoulder to him. 

“Last I checked, you loved it.” He says with a wink and smiles at you. 

“I really do.”

[javierpena-inatacvest]

It's Never Too Late Masterlist

Summary: You are an elementary school teacher who just moved to Texas for a fresh start when you meet a very handsome man from the Laredo Sheriff's Department coming to give your class a presentation.

After your co-workers pull some strings for you to meet again, you and Javier Peña find yourselves falling head over heels for each other.

Story takes place post Narcos Season 3 in Laredo, Texas, starting May 1997.

Paring: Javier Peña x OFC (Reader is an elementary school teacher whose nickname is Osita, no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+ chapters containing marked with * and each chapter will also have its own warnings), language, fluff, romantic comedy, reader has physical descriptions, Javi being so soft and getting all the love and affection he deserves, you two being the biggest weirdos so in love

Status: Ongoing

Let me know if you want to be added to a tag list for new chapters as they come out! :)

Main Story:

Chapter 1: I D.A.R.E. You

Chapter 2: What's Cookin', Good Lookin'?

Chapter 3: I Wanna Be With You Everywhere*

Chapter 4: Add You To My List*

Chapter 5: You're The One That I Want*

Chapter 6: Dinosaurs, Dates and Diners, Oh My!*

Chapter 7: School's Out for Summer*

Chapter 8: My Favorite Cowboy*

Chapter 8.5: 007- Peña, Agent Peña*

Chapter 9: I Promise*

Chapter 10: Happy Birthday, Javi*

Pt. 1*

Pt. 2*

Chapter 11: Abe Froman, Sausage King of Chicago *

Chapter 12: I Love You. I Know. *

Chapter 13: There's No Place Like Home*

Chapter 14: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas*

Chapter 15: She Shoots, She Scores*

Chapter 16: The Lone Star State*

Chapter 17: No Ifs, Ands, Or Butts*

Chapter 18: Hole in None*

Chapter 19: Good Luck, and Goodnight*

Chapter 20: I Do

Pt. 1*

Pt. 2*

Chapter 21: Paradise* (New 11/7!)

Spin-Off Series:

Forever and Always*: Slices of life following the Peña family after their first child

One Shots (In chronological order of the main storyline):

Movie Night*

Dirty Laundry*

Again*

You're My Home*

Not Yet*

Happy Valentine's Day, Javier Peña*

The Mouse and the Motorcycle

You Make Life Worth It

Take Me Home

Plaid Pajama Morning

Agent Peña*

Every Inch*

Soup for Breakfast

Whatever My Wife Wants*

Fever*

Oh, Baby

Insatiable*

Peanut Butter and Pickles

Sail Away

You Make Lovin' Fun*

Asks/Headcannons:

Javi and Osita before work

Javi's DEA Jacket

Javi's Tac Vest

Javi and Osita when they argue

Javi being distractingly cute

Javi when he's sick

Javi helping with Osita's pregnancy cravings

Osita when she's pregnant

Osita after a bad day at work

Javi coming home after work to his kids

Javi and Osita deciding how many kids they want

Javi and his daughters at the Eras Tour

Extras:

NSFW Alphabet- Javi and Osita*

1K Followers Celebration Asks and Answers

Never Too Late Playlist

Mood board

Timeline of NTL

[slvtforoldermen]

Birthday Morning

Masterlist

Summary: Javi’s birthday morning is always calm, considering it’s the only time of the day he’ll get this tranquility

Pairing: Retired!Dad!Javier Peña x Fem!Mum!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: suggestiveness ;) gasp! Mads not writing age gap for once, oh my goodness!

Word Count: 436 (only a drabble I’m sorry)

A/N: My second one shot for Pedro’s birthday, a gift from me to you to spark our love for him 🩷 I love you all my loves

The light through the blinds from the sun wakes Javi from his dreamless sleep, it warms his back as his eyes flutter open. He rolls over but the sight of his wife isn’t there, just empty sheets. So Javier did what any man would do: he laid there for a few minutes, waking himself up, before pulling on a pair of sweatpants, that were strewn on the floor from the night before, and trundled his way around the house to find his wife.

And the kitchen was where he found you. Multiple pans sizzling and the coffee machine boiling. You’re humming a sweet tune as he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your shoulder.

“You smell good,” He murmurs, placing a kiss in the crook of your neck.

“Really, I haven’t showered yet?” You smile and he chuckles.

“Where are the kids?” He asks, noticing the unfamiliar quietness of the house.

“School, I took them in a few hours ago,” You explain. “Thought you could use the sleep.” Javi chuckles again. “Then I got back and thought I should make you some breakfast.”

“Well, who needs breakfast when I’ve got you…” Javi smirks, the bristles of his moustache tickling your neck, both this sensation and his words cause you to shiver.

“Well you’ve got from now until tomorrow morning to have me,” You chuckle. “So why don’t you wait five minutes?”

“Tomorrow morning?”

“I managed to convince your dad to take the kids for tonight, but if you get tired of me, then I have no problem going and grabbing them,” You smile cheekily, Javi laughs.

“When could I ever get tired of you?” He asks, placing his hands on the back of your thighs. “They sore?”

“A little… I had trouble walking this morning,” You chuckle. “Had to lie to Bailey’s teacher that I had been riding a bike for too long—“

“Should change my name to bike.”

“Yeah,” You scoff. “Then Bailey looked up at me with suspicious eyes and said ‘But mama, you don’t have a bike?’ And then ran off to go play with their friends, so I turned around and said, ‘Better get home to bike, it’s his birthday’.”

“Well, drop off will be extremely awkward tomorrow,” Javi chuckles as he takes the coffee mug from the counter and sips. “Javier ‘Bike’ Peña.” You let out a laugh and kiss his cheek.

“How do you feel, now that you’re old?”

“Oof, you’re not that far behind me,” He smiles.

“Yet, still not 49,” You grin before kissing him softly, you hear the coffee mug being placed back on the counter before feeling his hands slip round your waist. You pull away jut for a second to whisper against his lips. “Happy birthday Javi.”

[cherry-holmes]

REGRET

Part 1

(Javier Peña x F!Reader)

Credits of the gif on the image.

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Finding out you’re pregnant create a split between you and Javier. He soon will discover that one can regret they own words.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3k

Warnings: Writer prefer to not give details to prevent spoilers. Read under your own responsibility.

A/N: Hello👋🏻 This is a little something that came to my mind when a saw this gifs last week🧍🏻‍♀️ Let me know in comments if you like it👀

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Javier and you have been dating for a year and a half now. It started as something casual. You were just neighbors, then you used to talk about the weather when you crossed paths in the building. Then, he invited you for a drink, and you ended up in his bed.

He told you he was a DEA agent, and you talked about your community service as an English teacher in Bogotá.

Javier was funny and charming. He always treated you like a princess and fucked you like a slut. He was attentive, but he worked a lot. You never seriously talked about what exactly you were, but you spent much more time at his place than yours. He hadn't given you a key, precisely, but he told you he had a copy on top of his door so you could enter when you arrive and he was still at work. He picked you up from the school, and you cut his hair when needed.

Life had been busy, and you never really stopped to ask him if your relationship had a label. The truth is, neither of you had actually stopped and asked each other what would come next when he caught Escobar and/or you finished your community service.

You never thought about it, until that damn morning.

"Fuck."

It can't be happening. Two lines on a pregnancy test were the last thing you needed. You looked at it for a long, long time, trying to process what was going on. You wanted a blood test to confirm, but there's a reason why you already took a pee test. Morning sickness and a delay in your period activated the alarms. You hadn't told Javier anything yet, but it was only a matter of time now.

That afternoon you went to the laboratory, and by noon you received a phone call confirming the results. You were, indeed, very pregnant. After you hung up the phone, you cried a lot. How were you going to tell Javi? What would you do with your job? What were you going to tell your parents? Did you really want to have it... him/her?

You felt the urgency to make a decision in that very moment. Javier was going to ask you when you told him, and you knew he hated the "I don't know."

It took you one, two, three hours, and you had an answer. You knew it was the right one because you thought it would take you a lot longer to decide. But when your heart landed in the same place over and over so quickly, you simply knew it.

Javier came home late at night, but earlier than usual. He looked tired and pissed, and he let his weight fall on the kitchen chair to devour what you had made for dinner. You looked at him the entire time, and the nervousness in your chest made it impossible to eat anything. You wanted to tell him. You couldn't contain the news any longer.

"Javi," you began. He didn't look at you for more than a second before his sleepy eyes fell on his plate again. "I have something to tell you. It's very important."

"What is it, babe?" he asked, his voice slurred.

"I..." You fought the lump in your throat, encouraging yourself to tell him. "I'm pregnant."

Until that moment, you didn't know what you expected. You didn't imagine him crying with emotion and jumping around the apartment, screaming to the four winds that he was going to be a dad. But you didn't imagine what his real reaction would be, either.

Javier didn't even look at you. He dropped his fork, leaned back in his chair, and passed his hands over his face. It wasn't a surprised, emotional reaction. He was pissed. He was cursing the situation.

You didn't say anything as you felt your heart and soul sink into your stomach. Disappointment washed over you as you saw his reaction. You tried to think of something else to say, but you went blank.

"We can't," he finally said, really looking at you for the first time that night.

"What do you mean we can't?" your voice was only a whisper.

He looked at you like you were crazy. "You're not seriously thinking about having it."

Your mouth went dry, but tears welled up in your eyes. "Well... I do."

Javier's face hardened. "It's not safe, not with what I do, not with Escobar still out there."

"We can figure this out together," you said, your voice quivering. "I-I know this country is dangerous and this is probably not the right time, but is already happening and I..."

"Are you sure you're...?" he began. It hurt you the fact that he couldn't even say it.

You stood up and reached for your purse. He saw you as you placed both the pee and the blood test in front of him.

"Puta madre." Javier stood up, pacing the kitchen. "Did you take the pills?" he demanded.

You nodded. "I do. But they're not a hundred percent effective."

He ran his fingers through his hair in an almost desperate gesture. "I can't do this. Parenting is not on my plans, and you know it."

"I didn't want this to happen either, Javier, and I'm sorry," you said, trying not to cry. "But you need to people to make a baby. So, we have to figure this out together."

"Don't complicate things more," he added. He made his way to the living room, pacing like a caged animal. "Think about the consequences. I can't risk my focus on this job for this."

Tears streamed down your face. "So, what? You want me to get rid of it?"

"I think it's the best option for both of us."

After a long, cold moment of silence, you shook your head, stepping back. "I can't believe you."

He sighed heavily, looking away. "You don't understand... it's too dangerous."

"I don't care," you cried. "I'm gonna have this baby. With or without you."

He sighed. He saw the determination on you. Now he needed to make a decision, since you're not going to change yours.

"Ok," he said finally. "It will happen, but you need to go back to the States."

"No," you sentenced. Javier couldn't believe your stubbornness. "I'm not going to leave, either. I can't leave the school. Those kids need my help."

He was doing his best to not completely lost his patience and say something (more) that he could – and will – regret.

"I can't concentrate on my job and take care of a pregnant woman," he sentenced, adding your name at the end in a way you had never heard before.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. "Well, then don't worry about me. I can handle this on my own."

Javier stared at you, his eyes dark with frustration. He thought of his parents. They didn't raise a man who shirks responsibility, one who doesn't own the consequences of his actions.

For a long moment, the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the kitchen wall. Finally, Javier sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"No," he said. "If that's what you want, fine. You'll have my financial support, but that's all. As soon as you finish your community service, you'll go back home. I'll send you money, that's it."

"I don't want anything from you, Javier. Not if you're not going to do it with real love," you whispered, heartbroken.

Javier's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. He turned away, staring at the wall, his hands clenched into fists.

He looked down, unable to meet your gaze. "I never saw myself as a dad. I don't think I ever will," he admitted. "That's all I can offer. I'm sorry it's not what you expected. I'm sorry I can't be the man you need."

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Days turned into weeks, and your relationship with Javier seemed to be stuck in a constant struggle of awkward interactions and avoiding each other. He started working even later, and sometimes he didn't even spend the night at the apartment. He came back the next morning smelling like whiskey and cigarettes. When he did sleep at home, he took the couch while you slept on his bed. When you woke up in the morning, he wasn't there.

Both of you finally reached an agreement. You recognized that you needed his help, and he was aware that he had to be responsible for the situation. You moved in with Javier so you wouldn't have to waste money paying rent. Moreover, you would return to the US when you were seven months pregnant. He would conclude his duty in Colombia however long it took. Neither of you wanted to talk about what would happen then.

Your belly was now thirteen weeks along. Soon, Javier found his place filled with baby stuff. Every day he discovered something new you had bought: tiny clothes, maternity clothing, maternity books. His bathroom smelled like the body cream you used to apply on your belly, and there was a list of pregnancy-friendly foods hung on the refrigerator. He could tell you were putting your heart into preparing for the baby, and at times he felt guilty for not being able to find his own paternal instinct.

On the contrary, you were caught in a fragile rhythm. He continued his dangerous work, and you dedicated yourself to your work at school.

Nights were still lonely, but at least you had your baby. You talked and sang to them. You applied anti-stretch mark creams to your belly, and read everything about babies and labor. You were excited to meet your baby boy or girl, but sadly, at the same time, you felt heartbroken because you loved Javier, and you wished he was more present during the process. However, you had to accept that it wasn't mutual. He didn't love you; he never truly did and probably never would. He just liked to fuck. You should have known it before. Maybe you did, but you were so in love with him that you thought you could change him. Either way, it was too late now.

Javier gave you more money than you needed to cover everything you needed. He never said no when you told him you needed medicine, to pay for a doctor's appointment, or special food that didn't provoke nausea.

But he never went to those appointments with you. He never asked how they went, either. He never showed any interest in the progress of your pregnancy. It was as if he had completely detached himself from the situation, leaving you to navigate the journey alone.

Or at least, that was how you saw it. The truth was, Javier was having a difficult time processing the fact that he would be a father. He had never seen himself getting married, let alone having children.

Furthermore, there was something terrifying about having a baby in Colombia during the war he was fighting. He had witnessed men fall, leaving widows and orphans behind.

He realized that he was more scared of leaving you and his child alone in this chaotic and unfair world if something happened to him. Or worse, he feared that you have to pay for his sins and mistakes. He couldn't bear the thought of that, and he often had nightmares about losing you both.

He didn't know how to express his feelings for you. He couldn't let himself relax and just settle into the nest with you.

One of those nights, when he decided to come home earlier after work, he found you sleeping in bed. You had an open book beside you on a page about what to expect during the second trimester. You had fallen asleep in an awkward position, so he had to gently wake you up to help you move into a more comfortable one. You mumbled in your sleep, calling his name softly and sweetly. Javier felt warmth in his chest, a need to cuddle with you, touch your belly for the first time, and hold you and the baby close.

But he just couldn't do it. He didn't know why, but he couldn't. He limited himself to tucking you in with a warm blanket and opening the window for fresh air, as you liked it. He went to the kitchen, filled a glass with water, and put it on your nightstand because he knew you got thirsty in the middle of the night.

Javier observed you for a moment, peacefully sleeping, carrying his baby. He missed your soft lips and your fingers in his hair. He missed making you laugh and talking to you about each other's days. And now, he longed to make things right and try to win your heart back.

Tomorrow, he said. Turning down the lights, he went to his place on the couch.

But tomorrow was too late.

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He left early in the morning to attend an emergency meeting at the Embassy. Steve spend all morning complaining about Messina and the tie-and-suit motherfuckers, but Javier's thoughts were on you.

He was lost on his own thoughts, trying to find the right words to tell you. He was still scared, but he was determined to try. To make it work.

He was on his desk, a report on his hands but he wasn't reading it, when his landline rang.

"Peña," he picked up.

"Is this Javier?" a woman's voice asked urgently.

"Who's this?"

"This is María from the school," she said. He immediately knew something was wrong. He barely remembered María, you had presented each other last year on your birthday.

"There's been an emergency," she continued explaining, anguish filling her voice. "She's been taken to the hospital."

Javier's heart dropped. "Is she okay?"

"She collapsed in class. They think it might be related to her pregnancy. You need to get to the hospital as soon as you can."

Javier didn't waste a second. He grabbed his jacket and bolted out of the Embassy, ignoring Steve's confused shouts. The drive to the hospital was a blur, his mind racing with fear.

What happened? You were fine last night... Didn't you? He felt a pang of guilt. What if you didn't felt well but you didn't say anything because you thought he would be mad? Fuck... He should be more available for you. You should trust him.

When he finally arrived at the hospital, he rushed to the reception desk, asking for your name. The nurse nodded and directed him to the emergency room. His heart pounded as he approached the doors, dread settling in his stomach.

He found you lying on a hospital bed, pale and hooked up to monitors. The doctor was speaking to a nurse nearby. Javier's throat tightened as he stepped closer.

The doctor noticed him and approached. "Are you related?"

"Yes, how is she?" Javier asked, his voice shaky.

The doctor sighed. "I'm sorry to inform you, but she lost the baby. There was nothing we could do. It was a miscarriage."

Javier felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. He looked at your unconscious form, tears welling up in his eyes. "Can I see her?"

"Of course, but she's sleeping right now," the doctor said gently. "She's stable now, but you had to sedate her. This has been very traumatic for her."

Javier nodded and moved to your bedside. He took your hand in his, feeling the weight of his own failures crashing down on him. He had failed to protect you, to be there when you needed him the most.

Hours passed as he sat by your side, holding your hand and watching you sleep. When you finally stirred and opened your eyes, he was there. His eyes were teary, reddened from his contained emotions.

"Hey," he whispered, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm here," he said, squeezing your hand. "I'm so sorry. I should have been there. I should have done more."

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I lost my baby." Your voice was barely a whisper, little sobs escaping your lips. You were still in a haze of sedatives and mourning.

Javier nodded, his heart breaking at the pain in your voice. "I know. I'm so, so sorry."

"No, you don't," you said, hurt and anger painting your weak voice. "You didn't want my baby."

"I was scared," he confessed, his voice cracking. "I didn't know how to handle any of this. But I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to lose our baby."

You shook your head, tears streaming like rivers down your cheeks. The gaze you gave him was filled with anger and resentment, piercing through his chest.

"Fuck you," you cried.

Javier flinched as if you had struck him. He looked away, unable to bear the intensity of your anger and sorrow.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice barely audible.

"You never be there for us, so don't come and say you're sorry," your words melted into an unstoppable crying. You felt like if your heart would literally broke into a million pieces. Grief and exhaustion weighing heavily on you, you felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

"I know I can't make this right. I know I failed you. But please, let me be here for you now," he pleaded, but there was nothing he could say to soothe your unbearable pain.

"You're a piece of shit, Javier," you spat, your voice trembling with anger and grief. "I don't want to see you ever again."

You turned away from him, your tears flowing freely.

He lingered for a moment, hoping for some sign of forgiveness, but when none came, he slowly left the room, closing the door behind him.

He stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, feeling the crushing weight of his failures. He had lost not only his child but also the trust and love of the woman who meant more to him than he had ever admitted.

Part 2

[jennaispunk]

Every Time You Go Away

Summary: You have very few vices and the biggest one is Javi. It can never be serious but tell that to your heart.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f! Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags/Warnings: fluff, angst, allusions to smut, fingering (f! receiving), unprotected PIV (wrap it up, peeps), idiots in love, unspoken feelings, longing, two people who want what they think they can’t have, smoking, reader understands Spanish but does not speak Spanish in this story, reader is shorter than Javi, has hair that can be tucked behind her ear, and can be picked up by him but no other physical description is given, reader has an occupation (she's a teacher). Reader has a nickname (cariño, and one other that I won't spoil here). If i missed anything, please let me know.

A/N: This fic was written for @yopossum mootboard challenge. I love this moodboard so much and I love how much it inspired me. Thanks to @fallingforthearch for being my #1 fan and to @fhatbhabiee for looking this over for me. This is the first thing I’ve written that’s anywhere close to being angsty and it killed me to not give these two a HEA (maybe I will someday)

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Most people would be out on the town on a Friday night, enjoying the bars and nightlife Bogotá has to offer, but not you. You sit at home on your couch, waiting. He’s going to knock on your door any moment now, he always does at this time of night. You sip your glass of wine and stare at the stack of ungraded papers spread over the coffee table. You had assigned your fifth-grade class an essay and now came the laborious task of reading them.

Why you do this to yourself, you’ll never know. Javi doesn’t love you and he probably never will. You are an outlet for him, a place where he can unload his stress and drown his worries inside you. You’re no better than a whore, but at least whores get paid. You let him use you for free. You let him use you and leave and you never ask for anything in return. You’re always there with a soft smile and a willing body. Damn, you wish you could turn him away, tell him that this isn’t working for you anymore, but you can’t. You’re in love with him, you have been since the moment you met at that boring Embassy party. The thought of him not being in your life hurts worse than being his fuck toy; at least you get to touch him, kiss him, give him some sort of comfort.

“Hey, cariño.”

He props himself against the doorframe, his lean body drawn to its full height. His leather jacket creaks as he moves his arm, and heat slowly spreads through your chest.

You silently make way for him to enter your apartment and softly close the door behind him. He moves across your apartment with feline grace, like he owns the place. You suppose he does, in a way. No other man has spent so much time in your apartment since you moved to Columbia.

He prowls over to the small bar near the kitchen and pours himself some whiskey. A soft chuckle fills the air as he realizes it’s his favorite brand. There’s only one store in Bogotà that sells this brand and it’s not that close to the school or your apartment. His heart squeezes in his chest, you really are too sweet for him.

He lands heavily on the couch, the familiar mixture of cigarette smoke, aftershave and whiskey invades your nostrils. The scent fills you with a myriad of emotion and your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth.

He lights a cigarette and takes a long drag as you settle onto the couch next to him. He’s the only one you would ever let smoke in your apartment. You sit close enough to touch him, but you don’t. Javi likes to be in control, and you wait for him to make the first move.

He shouldn’t do this to you. You should be with someone who could give you everything you need….someone who wasn’t him. He wasn’t any good for you, he knew that, yet he showed up at your door like he always does, and you let him in.

He knocks back his whiskey in one fluid gulp, his Adam’s apple bouncing as he swallows. You look so goddamn sexy in those silky lavender sleep shorts. His left hand clenches and unclenches trying not to jump you right then and there.

“What’s all this?”

He jerks his head toward the chaos in front of you. Leaning forward, he sets his empty class on the table and picks up the top sheet of paper.

The corner of your mouth tugs upward as he studies the paper with intensity. You could almost make yourself believe this is what it would be like if the two of you were actually a couple, the two of you sharing a quiet moment after a long day.

“My students had to write an essay on their dream job. I was trying to get a head start on grading them.”

His signature smirk played on his lips as he read.

“The Ambassador’s son wants to be a DEA agent, huh? Bet she loves that.”

Your soft laughter lifts over the quiet music you had playing in the background. The Ambassador had no love for the DEA agents working in Columbia, especially Javi and his partner Steve.

“Maybe I should have you come in and talk to the class.”

You were only half joking but the thought of the tough and stoic Javier Peña standing up in front of a group of ten year olds makes you smirk.

He drops the paper and loud sigh escapes his lips as he pinches the bridge of his nose. You know exactly what that means.

“Tough day?” you ask quietly.

He tells you about his day while you listen silently. He leaves out the worst parts, of course. He can’t bear to tell you the whole truth, not wanting to subject you to the worst parts of his job. You don’t need that.

His large, warm hand rests on your bare thigh. As he talked, his hand caresses your skin, his fingers kneading your soft flesh. The need to feel you, to possess you is almost overwhelming and he grits his teeth. Those lavender silk pajama shorts are killing him, so much of your creamy flesh is exposed to him. His hand snakes further up your thigh as he takes a deep breath.

You watch his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed, the heat burning between your thighs. You shouldn’t want this; you know exactly what this is, but you can’t help yourself. You need to hang onto him, even if what you have isn’t real. This is enough. Oh, the lies you tell yourself.

“Want a refill?”

You already know the answer. He never gets drunk with you. He never has more than one drink when he’s with you, but you always ask. You’re just buying time, trying to stretch out the time spent together as long as possible.

He shakes his head slowly. His shoulders sag like he’s carrying the weight of the world. He knows he shouldn’t do this. He shouldn’t do this, he should have just went to see Vanessa or one of the other girls. He hadn’t done that in weeks. You’re the only one who can give him what he needs.

“Come here, cariño.”

He pulls you into his lap and wraps his hands around your waist, keeping you settled securely in his lap, right over the bulge in his grey jeans. The heat from his body soaks into yours and desire pools at your core.

He couldn’t look you directly in the eyes for more than a few moments at a time. He knew exactly what he’d see there. He’d see the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, and he knew that he was ruining you. He knew that you would never ask for more than he gave you and that broke his heart.

His lips crash against yours, his soft tongue plunging deep into your mouth. The wine on your tongue mixed with the whisky on his and he gripped your hips tighter. He wanted to lose himself in you, let you calm his raging soul, if only for a brief time.

Javi’s thick fingers snake up your back and into your hair. His grip is firm, but not painful. He doesn’t want to hurt you, even though that’s exactly what he’s doing. The pain may not be physical, but he was causing you pain, nonetheless.

He tilts your head back, his lips trailing down your neck. Vanilla and cherry fill his nose, a scent that’s uniquely you, driving his need for you even higher.

His teeth lightly graze your skin, and you moan softly. He knows just how to touch you, which parts of you are the most sensitive and he played your body perfectly.

He wraps your legs around his waist as he stands. His mouth is on yours again and he kisses you deeply as he takes the familiar walk toward your bedroom. It’s a trip he’s taken enough times that he doesn’t need his eyes to know where he’s going.

Your body looks so beautiful spread out for him on your soft sheets. You’re always so willing to let him have you anyway he wants. You give yourself to him so freely. How could someone so pure want someone like him? He’s not a good man and he doesn’t pretend to be. He did horrible things, told himself it was for the greater good but was it really? Are the things that he was doing worth it?

Javi slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he stood between your parted legs. He knows you like to watch him undress and he is more than happy to give you a show.

His smooth, tan chest is exposed to you little by little, making you throb harder with every pop of the buttons. The belt came next, unlatching it one handed as his other hand strokes your thigh.

You squirm as he unbuttoned his pants, giving you a peek at the small curve of his belly and the strip hair that led to the thing you wanted most.

He gently jerks you to a siting position. Practiced hands pull your tank top over your head, exposing you to him. He kneels before you, his soft lips brushing your neck. You’re so sensitive to him and it only serves to make him even harder.

Teeth gently nip at your exposed skin as he makes his way down your body. You are soft and so much of his world was rough. You soothe him, you make him feel whole.

“Javi…”

Just like always, you’re putty in his hands. You let him mold you in his image, desperate to have any piece of him that you could. You’d take anything he gave you. Despite what he might think, he’s a good man. You’ve seen how much he cares about his work and the people closest to him.

“Shhh, cariño….I’ve got you.”

His lips and tongue tease at your nipple, and your fingers tangle in his hair. He chuckles lightly into your skin as he plays your body like an instrument.

He pushes you back onto the bed and pulls off your shorts. His pupils are blown with lust as he marvels at the sight before him.

In a perfect world, he would take his time with you, he would treat you as gently as you deserve but he couldn’t. If he did, he’d only drag you down with him and he couldn’t live with that on his conscience. It was better to keep you at arms length, keep you safe.

His fingers drag through your wet folds and dip inside. He can’t hold back a strangled groan as your heat surrounds him. He works you slowly, opening you up for him until the tingle in your lower abdomen tells you it won’t be long before you came undone for him.

Your body clenches around his digits, your moans filling the room. Stars blind you as your orgasm ripped through your body with a vengeance. Javi’s hushed voice works you through it until you whimper his name.

You didn’t give you much time to recover before he was pulling off his jeans and his body covered yours, settling between your thighs. His weight on you feels good, comforting even but it shouldn’t. For now, you pretend this was more than it was. You pretend that this meant something and not just a way for him to release his tension.

He intertwines your fingers with his, pinning your hands to the bed. Holding your hands like this is the only bit of intimacy he allows himself.

He pushed himself inside you, holding back a moan. All his worries vanished as your warmth surrounded him. He’s lost in the feel of you, the way you grip him so tightly. He’s convinced this is the closest he’ll ever come to heaven.

His pace steadily increased as you moaned for him, making those sounds that he loved to hear. You sang so beautifully for him.

You mewled as he hit the spot that only he could reach, and you knew you were close to coming for him once again.

You cried out his name and your walls squeezed around him.

“That’s it, cariño…don’t fight it.”

You tried to hold back. You wanted this to last as long as possible because you know as soon as it was over the spell would be broken. You’d have to face the reality that you loved a man that didn’t love you back.

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

You obey his command, and your walls fluttered around him as your second orgasm hit you. It felt like an electric shock through your entire body. Every nerve in your body fired all at once.

You whimper softly as the aftershocks ripple through you. Javi never stopped, working your through your orgasm once again as you whine and cry for him.

He picked up his pace and his hips slap against you as he chased his own release. His hips stutter as he buries his face into your neck and spilled himself inside you, painting you with his seed.

He laid on top of you for a minute, breathing you in and taking advantage of the last few moments he had you like this. He couldn’t let himself linger too long and he rolled off you, reaching down for his jeans to grab his pack of cigarettes.

Your mind was still hazy as you roll onto your side, watching him rest against the headboard and light his smoke. This was yet another thing you only did for him, you would never let any other man smoke in your bed.

He smirked at you as the cloud of smoke obscured his face. It was his way of telling you he was satisfied. He couldn’t say it out loud, that would be too much.

He crushes the butt into the ashtray on the nightstand and laid back down. He smooths the hair from your face, tucking the strands behind your ear. It’s the only bit of comfort he can offer you. It’s not nearly enough, he knows that, but he can’t let himself give you more.

“Get some sleep, rana (frog).”

A giggle bubbles up from the depths as you hear that stupid nickname he gave you. Not long after you first met, he told you that you reminded him of Sally Field’s character in “Smokey and the Bandit”, his favorite movie. You thought he was crazy, but somehow the nickname just stuck.

You didn’t want to sleep because you knew what came next. You knew he would leave once you were out. He would leave the way he always does, like a thief in the night. Did he know that he was also leaving with your heart? Did he even care?

Sleep finally took you. You never could stay awake long after being with him but maybe that was for the best. If you were awake when he left, would you be able to resist the aching need to ask him to stay? You didn’t think you were that strong.

He watched you for awhile as you slept. You looked so peaceful in that state, like an angel. Maybe you were…. maybe you were here to save him even though he didn’t deserve it.

He quietly disentangles himself from the sheets and looked back at your sleeping form one last time. You look so beautiful with your messy hair and your soft body wrapped up in the sheets. His heart ached to tell you how he felt, how he longed for you, but he could never do that. You’re too good for him; he’d only ruin you with his roughness. He would never forgive himself if he hurt you. You belong with someone better than him: a doctor or a lawyer, someone who would treat you the way you deserved. You’d drown his darkness; it would swallow you up and change the very essence of who you were. Still, he came back, time after time, taking everything you gave him without so much as a complaint. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t let you go. He loved you…you were the one thing that kept him sane. Maybe one day he could be the man you needed but today was not that day.

The sun streaming through your bedroom window woke you. Just like always, you woke up alone. The bed cold and empty next to you, but his scent still lingered. You roll over and bury your face in the pillow allowing yourself to breathe him in the way you never dare let yourself when he’s here. Admitting your feelings is not an option but that’s all you want to do. Maybe one day you’ll be brave enough to look him in the eye and tell him you want more. You can handle his darkness; you’ve been doing it for months even if he doesn’t realize it. Maybe next time you won’t just fall asleep…. you’ll ask him to stay.

[guiltyasdave]

hello hello and welcome to another edition of my weekly fic recap aaaand it’s a big one! (seriously, does this bitch ever stop reading lol)

for every fic that i’ve ever recced, find my rec masterlist here :)

i'll sort the fics by character and add emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be your cup of tea.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

joel miller

make a move on me & won’t you suffer for the angels to fly? by @freelancearsonist ❤️‍🔥

smother (chapter 10) by @beardedjoel 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤

oasis by @beardedjoel ❤️‍🔥🖤

diehard & cry, baby by @gutsby ❤️‍🔥

woman by @dancingtotuyo 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

high infidelity (chapter 2) by @dancingtotuyo 💘🤍

helen (chapter 4) 💘❤️‍🔥🤍 by @kiwisbell

out of date by @penvisions ❤️‍🔥

passing notes: nsfw by @burntheedges 💘

tarnished but so grand by @morning-star-joy 💘

watch by @luxurychristmaspudding 💘❤️‍🔥

say you can’t sleep, baby, i know by @beskarandblasters 💘❤️‍🔥

the kindness of strangers by @schnarfer 💘

could be by @corazondebeskar-reads 💘❤️‍🔥

mine, all mine by @thetriumphantpanda ❤️‍🔥

dave york

sedated by @luxurychristmaspudding ❤️‍🔥🤍

the stranger by @punkshort 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

know better by @pedroshotwifey ❤️‍🔥

in sight by @goodwithcheese ❤️‍🔥

marcus pike

sage by @dancingtotuyo 💘

oberyn martell

reaching for the sweetest, sweetest peaches by @psychedelic-ink ❤️‍🔥

dark paradise by @vermillionwinter ❤️‍🔥🤍

sit on the throne by @prolix-yuy ❤️‍🔥🖤

the thief

what strange claws are these by @missredherring ❤️‍🔥🖤

frankie morales

frankie sneaking away to call you by @sweetercalypso 💘

one of your girls by @joelscruff 💘❤️‍🔥

watch by @luxurychristmaspudding 💘❤️‍🔥

dieter bravo

low hanging fruit by @covetyou ❤️‍🔥

if wishes came true by @schnarfer 💘🤍

javier peña

retired night school teacher by @wildemaven 💘

within you/without you by @ozarkthedog 🤍

closer to light by @sp00kymulderr ❤️‍🔥

din djarin

when the sun came up, you were looking at me by @freelancearsonist 💘🤍

my own writing

safe and sound (chapter 2) - joel miller x f!reader 💘🤍

glitch - javier peña x f!reader ❤️‍🔥

if you read and enjoy any of these fics, please remember to give some love to the writers! 🫶🏻

[creedslove]

✨HEADCANON MASTERLIST - TWO ✨

RULES FOR REQUESTING

• please read the rules before requesting your headcanon HERE

MAIN MASTERLIST

• (series and one shots) HERE

HEADCANON MASTERLIST #1

• part one of my headcanons HERE

✨ AGENT WHISKEY

• Whiskey taking care of you during a painful period

• Being undercover as a married couple with Agent Whiskey

• Random sex headcanons

• Whiskey hitting on you

• Spending Christmas with Whiskey

✨ DAVE YORK

• Dave being turned on by the smallest things you do

• Cockwarming with Dave

• Sex with Dave

• Lazy weekend sex with Dave

• Dave York + pregnancy

• Dave York + actress!reader

• Dave asking you to have a baby with him

• Running into Dave at a cemetery on a Halloween night

• Dave needs to kill you but develops a soft spot for you

• Waking up to Dave on Christmas morning

��JAVI GUTIERREZ

• Having a baby with Javi G

✨ JAVIER PEÑA

• Javier is mean to everyone, except you

• Javier asks you to leave even if you are pregnant to protect you from Los Pepes

• Javier coming back to Laredo to go to your wedding

• Fucking Javier when he's in his vest

• Taking care of Javier when he is hurt

• Marriage crisis

• Javier reacting to reader in danger

• Javier dating a young school teacher in Laredo

• Javier losing you after being a shitty boyfriend

•Javier losing you after being a shitty boyfriend (part two)

• Javier as a biker

• Javier + your birthday

• Javier falling for you as you're a stripper

• Javier running into you after abandoning you at the altar

• Your friend flirts with Javier because she thinks she's better than you

• Javier flirting with you at the bar

• Dressing up for Javi on Halloween

• Javier arresting you for breaking into an abandoned mall on Halloween

• Javier taking care of his toddler when she's sick

• Javi soothing you

✨ JOEL MILLER

• Joel asking if your baby is actually his

• Joel is only soft with you

• How would Joel react to you gifting him a new guitar

• How Joel would react to you getting your masters degree

• Dating Joel and having an age gap

• Joel making reader squirt

• Joel gets grumpy after it starts raining

• Celebrating Joel's birthday

• Shower sex with Joel

• Joel using the shower head on you

• Going to the beach with Joel

• Joel has a hard time saying 'I love you'

• Joel being soft during your period

• Teasing Joel at the gym

• Joel winning a stuffed animal at a festival

• Joel bonding with you over hearing loss

• Joel having a soft spot for reader and seeing she isn't well

• Joel falling for reader who has more money than him

• Joel helps you when nobody comes to your Halloween party

• Joel's hair ❤️‍🔥

• Joel's hands ❤️‍🔥

• Joel rescuing you

• Joel takes the kids to the amusement park while you're sick in bed

• Being Joel's girl at the Boston QZ

• Joel saving you from a guy hitting on you at a bar

• Joel's reaction when you adopt a kitty

• Joel breaks up because he doesn't want to fall in love with you

• Jealous Joel

• Joel taking you home when you're too drunk to drive

• Joel when some guy hits on you at a Halloween party

• You and Joel behave like a married couple

• Cheating on your husband with Joel

• Putting Joel's picture in a locket

• Joel keeping you warm

• Joel waiting for you to finish your skin care routine

• Joel meeting your family for the first time

• Joel during your PMS

• Joel celebrating your birthday

• Joel's thighs

• Joel fucking you so good

• Joel seeing you ride a mechanic bull and growing hard

• Joel being jealous of you

• You being insecure to date Joel

• Joel dressed up as Santa Claus

✨ MARCUS PIKE

• Kinds of dates Marcus takes you on

• Being railed by Marcus

• Marcus forgetting about his own birthday

• Marcus having a housewife kink

• Marcus is a girl dad

• Marcus holding his baby daughter for the first time

• Marcus and reader falling in love at university

• Marcus Pike with a lactation kink

• Marcus being a boy dad

• Marcus falls for his wedding planner

• Marcus dating an artist

• Marcus and his baby daughter

✨ MULTI CHARACTER HEADCANONS

• They take you to the movies

• What kind of genre of movies they like

• Are they more of a dog or cat person?

• Encouraging words from them

• Arguing and making up with them

[somedaylazysomeday]

SomedayLazySomeday's Masterlist

Hey, friends! Here is the collection of everything I’ve written up to this point. Fics have their own page to keep things neat, and those links are posted under the media to which they belong. 

All fics feature a female reader with minimal physical description and no use of ‘Y/N’. All of these works are rated mature or explicit and are not intended for minors. Please take note of the warnings listed on the chapter links for each fic.

Thanks for reading and enjoy!

- Ink 

Arcane (2021) 

Good Intentions - Silco x fem!reader. - 54.7k words. Reader runs a charitable organization, the Haven, which seeks to help people overcome their Shimmer addiction. Silco soon takes an intense interest in the Haven and the woman who operates it.

Noisy - Viktor x fem!reader.  - 7.2k words. Reader is a student at the Piltover Academy and lives in student housing, one floor below Viktor. He’s a bit of an insomniac… and a noisy one at that.

Avengers (2012) 

Cold - Loki x fem!reader. - 3k words. Reader is in a casual physical relationship with Loki. When she attends a party at Avengers Tower with someone else, he’s bothered by the idea that she’s ashamed of him. Themes of jealousy and minor monsterfucking.

Beetlejuice  

A Deal with a Demon - Beetlejuice x fem!reader. - 13.3k words. Reader is a witch who’s a little down on her luck. She summons a demon for help, but he turns out to be very different from what she expected. Themes of magic, desperation, and monsterfucking.

Black Sails  

Captured - Captain Charles Vane x fem!reader.  - 9.1k words. Reader disguised herself as a man to cross the ocean, but her ship was captured by pirates who brought her on as a member of their crew. Vane eventually figures out the truth. Dub-con themes in Part One; mind the warnings!

The Boondock Saints 

Na Buachaillí - Murphy MacManus x fem!reader, Connor MacManus x fem!reader. - 13k words. Reader is a high school science teacher working temp jobs over Christmas break to help pay for her divorce. 

Ex Machina (2015) 

Winner Take All - Nathan Bateman x fem!reader.  - 11.6k words. Reader knows Nathan from MIT, and they constantly run into each other during trivia night at a local bar. Enemies to friends to lovers vibes.

The Gray Man (2022)

Paranoid - Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader. - 9.7k words. Reader runs into Lloyd and he takes a liking to her. She can’t say the same for him. Dark!fic with themes of non-con. Mind the warnings on this one!

The Hobbit 

Dexterity - Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader. - 14.6k words. Reader sells wool at Erebor’s markets and is familiar with the king, handsome and aloof. But Thorin rapidly warms up when a storm forces her to stay in Erebor overnight…

A Boon - Elvenking Thranduil x fem!reader. - 20.2k words. Reader owns a bar in Lake-Town and is very unimpressed with the Elvenking, even as he slowly works to win her over. Enemies to lovers vibes.

Labyrinth 

Dreams - Jareth x fem!reader.  - 7.7k words. Reader wished away her college roommate, beat the labyrinth, and resisted the Goblin King. But he isn’t done with her yet… Themes of dark fae, magic, and predator/prey.

Random Jareth Fics - Jareth x fem!reader - 6.8k words. Reader is a teacher who was wished away by a young student. She becomes Jareth’s eyes and ears in the human world, working to keep his legend alive. Over time, she becomes less human, but an occasional need still arises.

Narcos

Informant - Javier Peña x fem!reader. - 2.3k words. Reader has some information about Pablo Escobar and ends up making a different sort of deal. (Similar in tone to Oaths, but I hadn’t quite figured out how to write Javier Peña’s character yet.)

Oaths - Javier Peña x fem!reader. - 11.5k words. Reader is a nurse who treats the Escobar family. She turns information over to the DEA, though she doesn’t care for the agent assigned to her case.

Matter of Perspective - Captain Horacio Carrillo x fem!reader.  - 9.6k words. Reader works for the DEA in Columbia and accompanies the Search Bloc to prove one of her theories. Enemies to lovers vibes.

Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood

Blood Donor - Eric Northman x fem!reader.  - 2.4k words. Reader is a were-animal working for the vampires of a town Eric is visiting. You are sent to feed him. 

Star Wars 

Target Acquired - Jango Fett x fem!reader. - 9.6k words. Reader is a bounty hunter who often finds herself in direct competition with Jango Fett. They have a deal: whoever catches the bounty sets the terms of their night together.

Pursuit - Boba Fett x fem!reader.  - 6.5k words. Reader is a bounty Boba finds, but she must convince him to let her go… even if they both know it’s only temporary. 

Star Wars: The Bad Batch 

Hunted - Hunter x fem!reader. - 7.3k words. Reader works with the Bad Batch. She has a crush on Hunter that seems one-sided… until a chance encounter with a mysterious substance on a mission. Sex pollen and themes of predator/prey. 

Aim - Crosshair x fem!reader. - 9.9k words. Reader works with the Bad Batch and gets stranded with Crosshair after a mission. They won’t make it back to the Havoc Marauder without blowing off some steam. Enemies to lovers vibes in both parts. 

Experiment - Tech x fem!reader. - 3.5k words. Tech thinks he can’t be distracted from his work. Reader bets that isn’t true, and she’s willing to prove it.

Stretch - Wrecker x fem!reader.  - 13.5k words. Reader and Wrecker are a strong couple, but there are some challenges that come with dating someone so physically large. 

Different, But Still Good - TBB!Echo x fem!reader.  - 3.4k words. Reader is a sex-positive asexual, unbothered by the ways Echo was changed during his time with the Separatists. They’re both a little surprised when he volunteers to help on an unusually needy day. 

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Bitten - Commander Wolffe x fem!reader.  - 13.4k words. Reader has a crush on Broadside, a pilot with the 501st. When it isn’t returned, a helpful stranger encourages her to let Wolffe provide a distraction.

Tied Up in You - Commander Fox x fem!reader. - 9.8k words. Established relationship between Fox and Reader. Sickeningly sweet glimpses at a loving, unlikely relationship.

Misbehaving - Commander Cody x fem!reader.  - 9.2k words. Reader is in a relationship with Cody. Their relationship is one of control and boundaries, but they’re both willing and ready to test each other.

Star Wars: Legends

Bodyguard - Alpha-17 x fem!reader.  - 9.2k words. Reader is a Senatorial aide, assigned to work for a hated senator who endangers both of their lives with his politics. Fortunately, Alpha is sent to keep them safe.

Gar Cyare Spice Fics - Alpha-17 x fem!reader. - 6.8k words. Assorted spicy chapters of an ongoing fic on my main blog. (Gar Cyare by WanderingInkSplot) Established relationship between Alpha and the fem!reader.

The Boys

Hooked - Billy Butcher x fem!reader. - 8k words. Reader is a tow truck driver sent to tow Butcher's car. He's less than pleased.

The Walking Dead 

Arm Candy - Negan x fem!reader.  - 18k words. Reader is a Savior and a prospective wife. Negan likes to show her off at meetings, but he is easily the most distracted person in the room.

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Chapter Two: Trouble

Javier Pena x m!reader

Chapter summary: Caleb realizes that Javier is his new history teacher when he walks into the classroom. He tries to corner him, but Javier quickly shuts him down, telling him it's not the right place for this. Just as Caleb is about to respond, the bell rings. Throughout the day, Caleb struggles with the thought of being in the same space as the man who broke him. When the time comes for history class, Caleb can't face Javier and decides to skip the lesson entirely. This pattern continues for two weeks, as Caleb avoids his history class altogether.Finally, after a fight with a boy named Jack in the hallway, Javier takes Caleb to his office, The tension between them is thick as Caleb, frustrated and hurt, opens up to Javier, saying the things he's been holding in for so long.

Chapter warnings: not smut in this chapter, a lot of thinking, fights,and kida fluff not sure.

Note: This is a big chapter with a lot of things happening. I think it’s kind of boring, but it's important for story development, so please be patient. I’m not sure which warnings I should include, and in some parts, I might repeat myself, but please let me know if you like it and want me to continue. Feel free to share your thoughts or any suggestions for fixes or things you think I should add. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

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The sharp buzz of my alarm shattered the silence at 7:00 AM, dragging me out of sleep. As I reached to silence it, a sharp pain shot through my hand, and my body ached—especially my ass. The memories of the previous night flooded back, sinking my mood instantly. I pushed myself out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. Standing at the sink, I brushed my teeth and took a piss, but I couldn’t avoid the mirror. There he was: an 18-year-old kid with bleached blonde hair, skinny as hell, tattoos scattered across his right arm and back. A kid who, apparently, some random guy had mistaken for a prostitute.

That night left me feeling disgusted. Javier Peña—his name burned in my mind. I thought I was flirting with an older, hot guy at the bar, but then he tried to pay me afterward. It wrecked me.

I sighed and stepped into the shower, the hot water doing little to wash away the bad taste the memory left. Once I was done, I made some black coffee and threw together a quick sandwich before grabbing my skateboard. My car sat in the driveway, but I never used it for school—the campus was only ten minutes away by board.

I got there early, as usual. Early enough to enjoy a cigarette in peace at my spot, where I had a perfect view of the history classroom window. I dropped my bag onto the grass, unwrapped the sandwich, and ate in silence. Once I finished, I took out a cigarette and lit it up. The smoke curled up into the morning air, and I watched two teachers I couldn’t stand walk into the building. After about ten minutes, students started trickling in.

I stood up, tossing the cigarette butt onto the ground, and decided to head to the cafeteria to grab a water bottle. By the time I got back to my spot, something caught my eye in the history classroom. No way. It couldn’t be.

But there he was. Javier Peña.

The same guy who had screwed me last night and tried to pay me for it... now standing behind the teacher’s desk.

My heart raced, a wave of anger and disbelief washing over me. I was ready to bolt. I could have run and avoided him altogether. But then it hit me—this was my chance. My chance to make him feel as low as he made me feel.

I smirked and climbed through the open window. Casually, I pulled out another cigarette and lit it, staring directly at him. His eyes locked onto mine, widening in shock.

“No... what are you doing here? Don’t tell me that…”

Javier stood there, staring at me like he'd just seen a ghost. The bravado he’d worn like armor was cracking now. His eyes darted around the room, almost like he was trying to figure a way out, but there was no escaping this.

“Tell me…” he started, his voice quieter now, the confidence wavering. “Tell me at least you’re 18.” His eyes searched mine desperately, like he needed me to confirm it, needed me to say something that could save him from this mess.

I held his gaze, not saying a word, letting the silence stretch between us, just long enough for him to squirm.

“I’m eighteen,” I finally said, cool and calm. “But that doesn’t change what you did.”

Javier let out a sharp breath, relief flickering in his eyes for a split second before he rubbed his face again. “This is not the place for this,” he muttered, shaking his head like he was trying to reason with himself more than with me. “Do you have any idea what this could do to me? This could ruin my career.”

I shrugged, leaning back against the wall, pretending to think about it. “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you pulled out your wallet last night.”

His face twisted in frustration, and he took a step closer, lowering his voice even more. “You don’t get it. If anyone finds out about this—” He cut himself off, glancing toward the door, paranoia creeping into his voice. “It’s not just my job. It’s everything.”

I laughed softly, pushing away from the wall. “Everything? Seems to me you were pretty willing to risk it all for a quick lay last night. But now, suddenly, you're worried about consequences?”

Javier’s face flushed red with anger and maybe a bit of shame. “This was a mistake,” he muttered, his tone sharp. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Paid for it?” I interrupted, my voice dripping with mockery. “Yeah, you shouldn’t have.”

He stepped even closer, and this time his frustration was boiling over. “Listen, Caleb. This isn’t a game. You need to drop this. We both do. Walk away, and no one has to know.”

I could feel the anger rising in me again, my heart pounding in my chest. “Just walk away?” I repeated, stepping toward him, my voice louder now. “You think I’m just going to forget how you treated me? You think you can just brush this under the rug because you’re scared?”

Javier’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I’m not scared,” he snapped, but there was a tremor in his voice. “I’m trying to protect both of us. You don’t know how bad this could get.”

But I wasn’t listening anymore. The anger, the frustration—it all surged up at once, and before I could stop myself, I shoved him. Hard.

Javier stumbled backward, hitting the whiteboard with a loud thud, his eyes wide in shock. For a moment, he just stood there, staring at me, like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he barked, his voice hoarse with anger, but I could see the panic in his eyes. The power he’d held over me last night was gone, replaced with fear—fear of what I might do next, fear of what this might cost him.

“You deserve worse,” I shot back, my chest heaving with the adrenaline coursing through me. “You’re lucky that’s all I did.”

Javier straightened, brushing himself off, but his hands were shaking now, his cool demeanor completely shattered. He looked at me, his eyes dark with a mixture of anger and desperation. “You don’t know what you’re messing with, Caleb. You think you’re in control here, but you’re not. This will destroy you too.”

I shook my head, stepping toward him again, standing just inches away. “Maybe. But you know what? At least I’m not the one hiding.”

Javier flinched at that, his face pale, and for the first time, I saw something like defeat in his eyes.

This wasn’t over, and we both knew it. But for now, I had him on the ropes, and that was enough.

I could see it in his eyes—the fear, the confusion, the desperation to regain control. But he didn’t have it anymore. I did.

As the silence stretched between us, I walked toward him slowly, deliberate with each step. His back was already against the whiteboard, nowhere for him to go, and the panic in his eyes flickered again. He opened his mouth, probably to say something, to plead or threaten, but before he could get a word out, I pressed my hands against the wall on either side of him, pinning him in place.

Our faces were inches apart now, the air between us heavy and thick with everything unspoken. He looked at me, eyes wide, searching mine for something—maybe a way out, maybe a sign that I was bluffing. But I wasn’t.

I leaned in closer, so close I could feel his breath on my skin. For a second, neither of us moved, the tension between us electric, until I closed the distance and pressed my lips against his. The kiss wasn’t soft or gentle; it was charged with everything we’d been holding back—the anger, the desire, the frustration. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t resist. He kissed me back.

Then, just as quickly, his hands came up to my chest, and he pushed me away, but not forcefully—just enough to break the kiss. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he looked at me with a mixture of panic and longing.

“We can’t do this,” he breathed, his voice shaking, barely above a whisper. His hands were still on my chest, but they weren’t pushing me away anymore. “This… this is wrong.”

I smirked, stepping closer again, my body pressing against his, feeling the heat radiating off him. “Why not?” I asked, my voice low, teasing. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”

Javier swallowed hard, his eyes flickering from my lips to my eyes, torn between what he knew was wrong and what he clearly wanted. “That was a mistake. You—” he stammered, but his words died in his throat as I leaned in again, brushing my lips against his neck this time, my hands trailing down his sides, slow, deliberate.

“You’re scared,” I murmured, my lips grazing his skin, feeling him shudder beneath my touch. “But I know you want this.”

Javier stood there, the weight of his words hanging in the air between us. His breath was ragged, chest rising and falling as he fought for control. I could see the conflict written all over his face—the panic, the desire, the guilt.

“I’m your teacher,” he finally said, his voice strained, like he was trying to hold onto whatever scrap of authority he thought he still had. “You need to understand that.”

I stepped closer, watching him try to brace himself, his body tensing as if he could somehow keep me at bay with those words. “Teacher,” I repeated, my tone laced with mockery. “Is that what you are now? You sure didn’t act like one last night.”

His jaw tightened, and he shook his head, frustration boiling just beneath the surface. “Last night was a mistake,” he said through gritted teeth. “I should’ve known better.” His hands were trembling, but he still pressed them against my chest, trying to create space between us. “This—this can’t happen. I can’t let this happen.”

I tilted my head, looking him dead in the eyes, my voice soft but cutting. “You can’t?” I whispered, moving just close enough that our lips were almost touching again. “Then why haven’t you stopped me?”

He sucked in a sharp breath, and I could see the way his pulse quickened, his body betraying him even as his mind screamed at him to get control. But he couldn’t. Not now. Not with me this close.

“Caleb…” His voice was barely audible now, pleading, as if saying my name would somehow anchor him. “This isn’t right. I’m supposed to be the one who—”

“Who what?” I interrupted, my lips brushing his ear as I spoke, feeling him shudder under the touch. “The one who teaches me? Guides me? Keeps me safe?” I pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, which were dark with conflict. “Because you didn’t seem too concerned about that when you were undressing me with your eyes last night.”

His breath hitched, the tension snapping between us like a live wire. “That was different,” he muttered, but the conviction in his voice was gone. “You… you weren’t supposed to be there.”

I smiled darkly, my hand slipping down his side, feeling him tense beneath my fingers. “But I was there, Javier. And so were you. So don’t pretend you didn’t want it.”

Javier’s eyes flickered, the guilt warring with desire in them, and for a moment, I could see him teetering on the edge. He opened his mouth, probably to protest again, but nothing came out. His hands were still on my chest, but they weren’t pushing me away anymore.

“I’m your teacher,” he repeated weakly, but the words felt hollow now, like he was saying them more to himself than to me, desperately clinging to a role he had already lost.

I leaned in, my lips brushing his neck, and he inhaled sharply, his whole body shuddering under the touch. “You’re supposed to have control,” I whispered against his skin, the heat between us rising. “But look at you. You don’t. Not anymore.”

He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, but I could feel him slipping. His hands curled into my shirt, fingers tightening as if holding onto me would somehow keep him from falling over the edge. “This could ruin me,” he whispered, his voice cracking with desperation.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look him in the eyes again. “Maybe,” I said, my voice low, teasing. “But it didn’t stop you last night. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Javier’s face flushed with anger, and for a second, I thought he might snap, might actually push me away with some real force. But he didn’t. He just stood there, frozen, torn between what he knew was wrong and what he wanted.

“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice hoarse, barely hanging onto control. “I have everything to lose. My job, my reputation—if anyone found out…” His voice trailed off, and he ran a shaky hand through his hair, clearly unraveling.

I moved closer again, pinning him against the wall, our bodies almost touching now, the tension thick in the air between us. “Then why are you still here?” I asked, my voice soft but dangerous. “Why haven’t you walked away?”

He looked at me, his eyes dark with something between fear and desire, his breathing ragged. “I’m supposed to protect you,” he said, but the conviction in his voice had all but disappeared.

I smirked, leaning in even closer until our lips were a breath apart. “Then do it,” I whispered, my voice a challenge. “Stop me.”

For a moment, we stood there in silence, his hands trembling on my chest, his eyes locked on mine. But he didn’t push me away. He couldn’t.

Javier’s face twisted in frustration, like he was trying to summon the will to do the right thing, but it was too late. He had already crossed the line, and we both knew it.

The silence stretched between us, heavy and electric. His chest was still rising and falling sharply, his hands shaking at his sides. I could feel the tension in the air, the way his eyes flickered between me and the door, like he was calculating how much time he had left before this whole thing spiraled out of control.

And then the bell rang.

The sudden sound snapped us both out of the moment. Javier’s head snapped toward the door, his expression shifting from frustration to panic.

“We’re out of time,” he said quickly, his voice low and urgent. His hands were shaking now, but he quickly straightened his shirt and motioned toward the window.

I didn’t say anything, just watched as he moved to the window, glancing back at me with that mixture of fear and something else I couldn’t quite read. The bell’s ringing was still echoing in my ears, but the gravity of the situation started sinking in.

“Go,” he said, his voice tight. “Out the window. Now.”

I stared at him for a moment, seeing the wild fear in his eyes, the way he was barely holding it together. This was it. He had stopped me. He had drawn the line. But even now, I could see how much he hated himself for it. He was trying to protect both of us—his career, his sanity.

I stepped closer, our eyes locking one last time, both of us breathing heavily, the heat still between us. The words I wanted to say hung in my throat—words that would push him, make him snap, but I knew it wouldn’t help. Not now.

I turned and climbed out of the window, the cool morning air hitting my face as I landed outside the classroom. I took one last look back, seeing Javier through the window, standing there with his back to me, his head bowed like he was still trying to process what had just happened.

The bell rang again, louder this time, as students began to pour into the building. I felt the weight of the moment settle on my shoulders, knowing that whatever had just happened between us was far from over.

But for now, I left.

The school day started in a blur, the kind of disorienting rush that felt more like a forced routine than anything else. First up was gymnastics. I never liked it, but I had to be there—probably the only class I could manage to make it through without feeling too much like an outsider. The gym was a typical mix of echoing voices, the sound of feet hitting mats, and the occasional whistle from Coach Mendez.

We spent the period working on basic stretches and balance exercises. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, and at least it didn’t require me to think too much. My muscles were sore from last night, but I kept moving, trying to ignore the dull throb in my body. I didn’t even bother looking around at the other students. I kept my focus on the task at hand.

After gym came math—my least favorite class. Numbers, formulas, and equations. The kind of stuff that made my head spin. Mrs. Jordan was droning on about algebraic expressions, but I wasn’t paying attention. I kept glancing around, hoping to avoid thinking about last night, but it was impossible.

“Caleb,” Mrs. Jordan’s voice snapped me back to attention. She was a tall, stern woman with glasses perched on the tip of her nose, her eyes sharp like a hawk. “Do you have something to add to the lesson?”

I swallowed, feeling the eyes of the class on me. “No, ma’am,” I mumbled, looking down at my notebook.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Then I suggest you pay attention, Mr. Ford,” she said, moving on to the next student.

I slouched in my seat, trying to focus, but my mind kept wandering back to Javier. The way his lips had brushed mine, the way he pushed me away afterward—everything from last night was still replaying in my head. I couldn’t get it out.

Finally, it was lunchtime. I made my way to the cafeteria, a dull sense of dread gnawing at my stomach. I didn’t feel like eating, but it was better than sitting through another class without some sort of distraction. I grabbed a tray and wandered through the line, not really paying attention to what I was picking out. A sandwich, a bottle of water, and some chips. The food didn’t matter.

As I was heading toward my usual spot, the far corner of the cafeteria where I could eat in peace, I saw him.

Javier.

And a woman.

My heart sank a little. They were standing near the salad bar, talking and laughing—laughing like everything was normal. He was wearing his usual dark jeans and a button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up just below his elbows, looking relaxed and… normal. The woman beside him was a teacher I hadn’t seen before. She was older than me, maybe in her mid-thirties, with dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail, wearing a flowy blouse. She was smiling, and Javier was smiling back at her.

It felt like something inside me snapped. Something I hadn’t even known was there broke.

I watched them for a moment longer, and that’s when he saw me.

Our eyes locked, and I could see the flicker of anxiety in his expression. His body tensed, his smile faltering, and I could tell that for a split second, he regretted even being in the same room as me. I could see the way he quickly glanced away from me, as if he was trying to pretend it didn’t happen. But it did. And I was standing there, feeling like an idiot. I wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or anger—probably both—but it stung all the same.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t do anything. I just… left.

I grabbed my tray and turned on my heel, heading toward the exit of the cafeteria. I didn’t want to see them together. I didn’t want to deal with the hurt that was starting to settle in my chest.

The rest of the day was a blur. Physics came next, but I couldn’t focus on anything Mr. Chang was saying. The laws of motion, force and acceleration, all of it felt like nonsense. My mind kept wandering back to Javier. What had he been talking about with that woman in the cafeteria? Did he look at her the same way he’d looked at me last night? Was I just a one-time mistake, something he could forget once the night was over?

I kept asking myself why I even cared.

Why the hell did it matter? He was nobody—just some guy I had a one-night stand with. It shouldn’t have meant anything to me. He shouldn’t have meant anything to me.

But still, there was this ache. This fucking gnawing feeling that I couldn’t shake.

Why did I care so much?

It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t like I knew him, really. I had barely spoken to him outside of last night. And yet, seeing him so relaxed with that woman—laughing, smiling, so fucking normal—had felt like someone had punched me in the gut.

I stared blankly at the notes in front of me, unable to concentrate. My mind wouldn’t stop. It kept coming back to him, like a constant loop I couldn’t get out of. Maybe I had let myself think there was something more between us. Maybe I was just hoping for something that never existed.

Sure! Let's dive deeper into Caleb’s thoughts as he processes the situation and his conflicting emotions about Javier. Here's the revised version:

The rest of the day was a blur. Physics came next, but I couldn’t focus on anything Mr. Chang was saying. The laws of motion, force and acceleration, all of it felt like nonsense. My mind kept wandering back to Javier. What had he been talking about with that woman in the cafeteria? Did he look at her the same way he’d looked at me last night? Was I just a one-time mistake, something he could forget once the night was over?

I kept asking myself why I even cared.

Why the hell did it matter? He was nobody—just some guy I had a one-night stand with. It shouldn’t have meant anything to me. He shouldn’t have meant anything to me.

But still, there was this ache. This fucking gnawing feeling that I couldn’t shake.

Why did I care so much?

It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t like I knew him, really. I had barely spoken to him outside of last night. And yet, seeing him so relaxed with that woman—laughing, smiling, so fucking normal—had felt like someone had punched me in the gut.

I stared blankly at the notes in front of me, unable to concentrate. My mind wouldn’t stop. It kept coming back to him, like a constant loop I couldn’t get out of. Maybe I had let myself think there was something more between us. Maybe I was just hoping for something that never existed.

The last class was history. And, of course, it was with him. Javier.

I sat at the back of the room, my head down, trying to avoid his eyes. He was standing at the front, scribbling something on the board, but every now and then, I could feel his gaze flicker over to me. I didn’t look up, not even when I felt that familiar weight of his attention on me. But I knew he was watching—his posture stiff, his movements hesitant. He was nervous. Uncomfortable. He didn’t want to be here, not with me in the room.

What did he expect? That I’d just forget about everything that had happened?

I had to remind myself—he wasn’t anyone special. Just a guy who’d made a mistake. That’s all it was.

Still, every time I felt his eyes on me, I could see the guilt there. The same guilt I was trying to push down, but it wasn’t going anywhere. I could almost hear him thinking, What the hell are you doing here?

It was too much.

I couldn’t do this anymore. I slammed my notebook shut, making the sound echo around the classroom. Everyone’s heads turned toward me, but I didn’t care. I grabbed my bag, yanking it off the floor with more force than necessary. My pulse was racing. My skin felt like it was burning with frustration.

I wasn’t going to sit here and pretend like everything was fine.

“I’m not feeling well,” I muttered, not bothering to look up as I slung the strap over my shoulder. My voice was tight, clipped. No one questioned it—no one ever did when I said something like that.

I stormed out of the classroom, not sparing a second glance at Javier. He was still standing at the board, probably frozen in shock. But I didn’t care. I didn’t want to see him, not like this. Not after everything.

The hallway was empty and cold, the silence almost deafening. My thoughts were a mess. Part of me wanted to turn around, go back, confront him. Ask him why it was so easy for him to forget me, like I was nothing more than a quick fix. But another part of me—the smarter part—knew that nothing good would come from that.

So why did I care?

I shook my head as I walked faster down the corridor, feeling the anger bubbling up again. He was just a guy. A teacher. Someone I barely knew. But I’d let myself get caught up in whatever this was, and now I couldn’t stop thinking about him, wondering if I was just some random mistake for him. Was he just embarrassed about what happened last night? Was I that forgettable?

I pushed the thoughts away as I reached the door to the outside. I stepped into the cold air, feeling the sharp breeze hit my face, clearing my mind for a second. But even as I walked away from the school, the weight of the day hung heavy on my shoulders.

I grabbed my skateboard and headed home, the weight of the day dragging me down with every step. I barely remembered the ride back, just the sense of needing to be somewhere quiet, somewhere far from all the mess I had in my head.

I didn’t want to think about Javier. I didn’t want to think about how he looked at me in class, or how I’d felt when I saw him with that woman. But no matter how hard I tried to push it all aside, it kept creeping back in. The way his gaze flickered to me like he was hoping I’d disappear. The guilt. The regret. It was all there, hanging between us.

When I got home, I didn’t bother going inside. I went straight to the roof.

I liked it up there. The world seemed a little quieter from up here, the noise of the streets fading into the background. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the city, and I could feel the cool breeze against my skin. I took out a cigarette from the pack I had in my pocket, lit it, and took a slow drag, the smoke curling around me like a shield.

I let the silence wrap around me, my thoughts swirling in my head. I could still feel the frustration, the tight knot in my chest, and the overwhelming sense of betrayal. It wasn’t even about the sex anymore. It was about how everything had felt afterward. How he had acted.

I exhaled slowly, staring at the horizon.

I’ll never step foot in his class again.

The thought hit me like a punch to the gut, but it also brought a strange sense of relief. He had made it clear that last night was a mistake, that it was something he wanted to forget. So why should I go back and face him? What was the point? I didn’t owe him anything, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to put myself through that again.

I took another drag of my cigarette, staring out into the distance as the sky turned dark. For the first time in hours, I felt like I could finally breathe again. The anger still simmered under the surface, but at least for now, I didn’t have to deal with it.

No more Javier. No more history class. It was over.

Two weeks had passed since that day. Since I’d walked out of history class and told myself I’d never go back.

And I hadn’t.

I kept up with my other classes, studying hard enough to maintain decent grades. Gym, math, physics—it was all manageable, and I was doing well, even though the frustration of everything that happened with Javier still gnawed at me. The only class I was completely ignoring was history. I hadn’t even thought about opening the textbook. It didn’t matter how well I was doing in everything else—history was a big, fat zero.

Eventually, it caught up to me.

One day, during lunch, the principal called me into his office. I sat there, staring at the bland walls, feeling a knot in my stomach as he asked, "Why haven’t you been attending Mr. Peña’s class?"

I lied. Said I was having some personal issues, that I wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t question it too much, but I could tell he wasn’t buying my story. Still, he let me go with a warning, telling me I needed to sort it out, or it would start affecting my grades more seriously.

As I left the office, my head buzzing with irritation, I ran into him. Javier. Of course, just my luck.

He was walking down the hall, his eyes meeting mine the second I stepped out. For a moment, we just stared at each other—me, trying to figure out how the hell I still cared, and him, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

I didn’t give him the chance. I just brushed past him without saying a word, the weight of our unresolved tension pressing down on me harder than before.

I got to the hallway, still fuming, and that’s when it happened.

A kid—Jack, some obnoxious loudmouth from one of my classes—threw a ball right at my head. I felt it hit me square on the back, and I spun around, my fists already clenched. Jack was laughing, thinking he was hilarious. But I wasn’t in the mood.

Without thinking, I walked up to him and punched him in the nose.

He stumbled back, clutching his face, but then he punched me right back. That’s when the fight really started. Fists flying, kids gathering around, shouting, egging us on. I didn’t care. I didn’t think. All I could feel was the burning anger, the need to hit something, anything.

The teachers rushed in soon enough, pulling us apart before it could get worse. But the damage was done. My knuckles were bruised, my head was pounding, and I knew I was in for it.

One of the teachers grabbed my arm, leading me away from the crowd. And just when I thought the day couldn’t get any worse, I saw Javier walking toward me.

“Come with me,” he said, his voice low, calm. Too calm.

He took me by the arm and led me toward his office. My stomach dropped as we walked, the reality of what had just happened settling in.

This wasn’t going to end well. Not for me.

As soon as we stepped into Javier’s office, the tension between us was suffocating. He didn’t say much, just told me to “stay here and wait.” His voice was calm but clipped, like he was holding back. I didn’t argue. I just did what he said and watched as he left the room.

The second the door closed, I stood up. My eyes were stinging, and my knuckles were throbbing from the fight. At least I wasn’t the one with the broken nose—that thought gave me a small, bitter sense of satisfaction. But the adrenaline was wearing off, and I was starting to feel the pain, both in my hands and somewhere deeper inside me.

I glanced around his office. It wasn’t much—a few bookshelves, a desk with papers scattered all over, and a framed picture on the wall that I didn’t bother looking at too closely. It was like the rest of him—organized on the surface, but with a mess just underneath.

I leaned back against the wall, flexing my bruised fingers. The silence in the room felt heavy, like it was pressing in on me, and for a second, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My thoughts were a jumble of everything—Javier, the fight, the fact that I’d probably just made things a hundred times worse.

Before I could spiral too deep, the door opened, and Javier walked back in.

He was carrying an ice pack and some clean paper towels. No lecture, no anger—just quiet efficiency. He walked over to me, his expression unreadable, and handed me the ice pack.

“Sit down,” he said, his voice steady but soft, like he was trying not to make things worse.

I hesitated for a second but did what he said, sinking into the chair. He handed me the paper towels, and I could see the way his eyes flicked to my bruised knuckles. He was probably trying to figure out what to say next, but all I could think about was how surreal this moment felt—him, the guy who messed me up in ways I hadn’t even processed yet, taking care of me after a fight I didn’t even want to think about.

As I reached out to take the ice pack from him, Javier’s grip tightened just enough to stop me. I looked up at him, but he didn’t meet my eyes—his focus was on my hand, bruised and swollen from the fight. Without saying a word, he gently grabbed my wrist and placed the ice pack back against my knuckles, holding it there with a firm but careful grip.

He finally spoke, his voice low and calm. “I’ve noticed you haven’t been coming to my class.”

I clenched my jaw, trying to pull my hand back, but his hold didn’t let up. “Don’t act like you care,” I muttered, the bitterness in my voice sharper than I’d intended. The words tasted sour, and the frustration from the past two weeks bubbled to the surface.

His expression stayed neutral, but I could see a flicker of something in his eyes. Guilt? Regret? It didn’t matter.

“I do care,” he said softly. “You can’t keep skipping, Caleb. You’re only hurting yourself.”

I scoffed, finally managing to pull my hand away, even though the ice pack fell to the floor in the process. “Hurting myself? Like you give a damn. You didn’t care back then, why should you care now?”

He sat back in his chair, watching me with that same calm expression, though I could see the tension in his shoulders. “This isn’t about what happened that night. This is about your future. You need to finish school.”

“Finish school?” I repeated, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “What for? So I can sit in your class and pretend like nothing ever happened? I don’t need that.”

Javier’s jaw tightened, and he leaned forward slightly, his voice a little firmer now. “If you don’t come back, you’re going to fail this year. Again.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I didn’t let him see it. I wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction. Instead, I just stared back at him, my anger simmering beneath the surface. “Maybe I don’t care,” I shot back, my voice quieter now, but still laced with defiance.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re throwing it all away, Caleb. Over something that doesn’t have to ruin everything.”

I wanted to argue, to throw something back at him, but the truth was, I didn’t know what to say. Part of me knew he was right—I couldn’t keep skipping class. I was on a path to fail, and for what? To avoid him?

But the other part of me, the one still hurt and angry, couldn’t let it go.

The tension in the room thickened as Javier’s words hung in the air. It felt like a suffocating weight pressing down on me, and before I could stop myself, I snapped.

“What do you want from me?” I shot up from the chair, the anger bubbling over, spilling out in every direction. My voice was louder than I’d intended, but I didn’t care. “You think I don’t know I’m screwing this up? You think I haven’t been trying to bury that night, to forget about it?”

Javier sat there, silent, his eyes on me, but I couldn’t stop now.

“Fuck!” I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the small space of his office. “I’ve been trying so hard, so hard to act like none of this matters, like you don’t matter. But every time I think I’ve got it under control, something happens. And then I see you with that woman, laughing like none of it even touched you, and it all just… falls apart.”

I stopped pacing, my breath ragged, my fists clenched at my sides. “I know we don’t have anything. I know it was just one night, and I don’t even know why I care so much. I shouldn’t! But for some reason, I can’t fucking let it go!”

I locked eyes with him, my chest heaving with the weight of everything I’d been holding back. The silence between us was deafening, and in that moment, I felt completely exposed, like I’d ripped open a part of myself I wasn’t ready to show.

Javier’s face was unreadable, his usual calm expression masking whatever storm might be brewing beneath the surface. He didn’t say anything for a long time, just watched me as if trying to piece together the right words.

But the damage was done. I’d said too much, let too much slip. Now, I could only wait for whatever came next.

Javier stood up, his eyes searching mine, as if he was trying to find the right words—maybe even the right way to respond. But before he could say anything, he just stepped toward me. And without a single word, he pulled me into a hug.

At first, I froze. I didn’t expect this. His arms wrapped around me, his grip tight, as if he was trying to take all the anger and the weight of the night away from me. I could feel the warmth of his body, the familiar scent of his cologne—everything about him was just… there. For a moment, I felt something inside me soften.

But I couldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not with everything I was feeling.

I pushed him away, hard. The force of it was enough that he stumbled back a step, his expression flickering with something I couldn’t quite read—surprise, maybe, or disappointment. But I didn’t give him the chance to say anything. I turned, storming out of his office, feeling a mix of rage and confusion.

I wasn’t going to let him hold me like that. I couldn’t let myself fall for whatever the hell he was trying to do.

I walked down the hallway, my anger still bubbling, and headed straight to the principal’s office. When I pushed open the door, she looked up from her paperwork, her expression calm but unreadable.

"Caleb," she greeted me, as if she wasn't expecting to see me. "I wanted to talk to you about the fight."

I didn't beat around the bush. "How many days of detention do I have?"

She glanced at her calendar and raised an eyebrow. "You don't have detention, Caleb. But I'll have you apologize to Jack."

Before I could say anything else, Javier appeared in the doorway, his eyes catching mine briefly. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he stayed silent, watching from a distance as I stood there.

I ignored him and turned my attention back to the principal. "Just give me detention," I said, my voice blunt. "I'm not saying sorry to that asshole."

She stared at me for a long moment before nodding, as if she had already expected this response. "Three days, then," she said, scribbling something in her book. "I expect you to return on Monday."

I didn’t say anything. I just turned on my heel and walked out of the office, my mind still a whirlwind of anger and confusion.

As I passed Javier, he said nothing. But I could feel his eyes on me—like he was waiting for me to turn around, to give him one last glance, or even a word.

But I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. Instead, I just walked out of the school, feeling the weight of everything—my fight, the hug, and the mess I’d gotten myself into.

I was taking three days off. Three days to figure out what the hell I was doing, and what the hell he was to me.

Next Chapter

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falling like the stars : masterlist | javier peña

your job as night school teacher becomes more interesting when a new teacher takes over the classroom across the hall from you. late night exchanges after class bleed into early morning conversations. he leaves you notes and breathless— you easily find yourself falling the more you get to know him

pairing - night school teacher!javier peña x night school teacher f!reader

one shots + drabbles

- where it all started

- my place or yours

behind the scenes:

- night school q & a

- moodboard

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Take Me Home

Summary: After a night out at the bar with your co-workers after a long week at school, Javi picks you up and takes you home

Word Count: 3.2K

Pairing: husband!Javier Peña x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Alcohol/drinking (girl, you're plastered), allusions to smut, being a drunk, horny mess, mentions of food/eating, being hungover, Javi taking care of you, the Backstreet Boys (?!), just sweet, sweet fluff 😩

A/N: This was inspired by an ask from a sweet anon!! This made me giggle the whole time I was writing it, drunk Osita is my favorite 🤪 You know Javi would absolutely get a kick out of your drunken antics and would take such good care of you and your terrible hangover. Also who doesn't love a drunk Pop-Tart?!

This can be read as a standalone or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!

If there was one thing you knew, it was that the first few weeks of school were never easy. You were tired, stressed, and feeling like you were running on empty. You were hesitant when some of your new coworkers had suggested all of you head to the bar for Happy Hour on Friday after work, knowing damn well you’d be absolutely exhausted. But after the week you’d had, getting drunk with your teacher friends and commiserating about the chaos that was each of your classrooms couldn’t have sounded like a better way to cap off the craziness that had been the past 5 days. 

You had offered to ask one of your friends for a ride to the bar so Javi could enjoy his Friday night without having to worry about you, but Javi being Javi, had more than happily dropped you off with your friends, and planned to pick you up around 11:30, giving you what you thought was more than enough time to enjoy a few drinks and de-stress with your co-workers. 

4 margaritas and 2 surprise shots of tequila later, it was safe to say the state you were in was a little more than just de-stressed. 

With how much you had to drink, you had found yourself paying absolutely zero attention to any clock, and had completely forgotten that you told Javi you would meet him by the front doors when he came to pick you up. Javi had a sneaking suspicion when he pulled up to the parking lot and you were nowhere to be found, that you were probably having a much better time at the bar, and were a few drinks deeper than you intended. Well, Javi wasn’t wrong to assume that you had downed more than just a couple drinks, but what he wasn’t expecting was for you to be absolutely hammered. 

Walking through the door, Javi couldn’t help but smile as he saw your familiar frame leaned against the ledge of the edge of the bar, gently rocking your head and swaying your hips to the muffled music playing under the chatter of the bar patrons. You must have been very focused on ordering whatever it was you wanted from the bartender, because you had been seemingly oblivious to Javi’s presence behind you. He firmly placed his broad hand on the small of your back, pressing his fingertips into your hips, making you immediately whip your head around in concern. 

“Woah, woah, woah, don’t you dare fucking touch me, I am happily married and will glad beat the shit out of- AH! JAVI!” Your demeanor quickly shifted from a woman ready to throw down in a fist fight, to absolutely ecstatic, realizing the hand resting on your back belonged to your husband. Setting your drink down, you threw your arms around his neck, wrapping him in a tight hug, pressing your face against the soft fabric of his button down shirt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you, I thought you were some creep trying to grab my ass. But you’re not a creep, you’re my hot husband, and you can grab my ass all you want. What time is it? You smell really good.” From your giggles and rambling, Javi could tell you’d had more than your fair share to drink, trying to gently put down the glass you had picked up to take a sip from back down on the bar. 

“Hi, Hermosa. I’m coming to pick you up, remember? Maybe let’s get you a water instead of finishing the rest of this, okay?” Javi smiled, passing your cup off to the bartender, and exchanging it for a new glass filled with water. Handing it off to you, your face scrunched in confusion as you took a long swing. 

“This isn’t a margarita?” You questioned, handing it back to Javi, thinking that he had clearly made a mistake in ordering for you. Laughing, Javi nodded, trying to hand the water back to you. 

“I know, Osita. It’s water, baby. Have a few sips and then I’m gonna take you home, alright?” 

Raising an eyebrow at him, you gave him a little smirk before obliging, taking a few gulps of the water and setting it back down, crossing your arms against your chest. “Did you say you’re trying to take me home, Javier Peña?” 

“Yes, I’m taking you home, you dork.” Javi laughed to himself, shaking his head as he picked up your coat and your purse from the back of the chair you had been perched next to. “Why don’t you go say goodbye to everyone and make sure no one else needs a ride home, okay?” You nodded, speeding off into the dwindling late night crowd, quickly finding your friends, hugging them and then pointing over at Javi, biting down on your lip, as the rest of them giggled, waving at him as he politely waved back. A few moments later, you found Javi again, stumbling through the bar, grabbing a fist full of his button up shirt, pressing up on your tiptoes to give him a long, tender kiss. 

“Take me home, baby.” 

After your 3rd trip to the bar bathroom and your self pep-talk in the mirror earlier, you knew you were drunk, but you hadn’t realized just how drunk you were until you found yourself trying to crawl your way into Javi’s truck, the passenger’s seat seeming much higher up than usual as you took several missed steps trying to hoist yourself into the car. 

“You want help, hermosa?” Javi tried to keep his best from laughing as he watched you struggle. 

“....Maybe. Jav, I think I’m actually really drunk. Or the seat got higher. I think it would be less embarrassing if the truck grew. Or maybe I shrunk… Drunk and shrunk, those rhyme, Jav!” You sighed, placing your hands on your hips, looking up at Javi’s car in frustration. 

“I think you and the truck are both the same size, baby. Here… 1, 2, 3.” He smiled, grabbing you around your hips, lifting you into your seat, reaching over to click your seatbelt in before making his way to the driver’s side, strapping himself in and starting up the car. As Javi pulled out of the parking lot, you reached down to turn up the volume on the radio, turning it up even louder when you heard it was “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)” by the Backstreet Boys. Even in your plastered state, you knew how much Javi despised this song, claiming he’d heard it enough times to last him a thousand lifetimes. You, on the other hand, thought it was catchy as hell, even more so now that you were drunk. 

“I don’t understand how you don’t like this song! You yelled over the music, dancing in your seat, singing along to the lyrics. 

“Am I original?” 

You pointed at Javi, waiting for him to sing along to the “yeah’s”, frowning when all he did was laugh at you, 

“Am I the only one?” 

You pointed at him again, this time getting a half assed “yeah” out of him as you poked at his shoulder. 

“Am I sexual?” 

You outstretched your arm towards him, raising an eyebrow and biting down on your lip as you smirked, watching Javi reluctantly sing along to the last “yeah”, shaking his head, laughing at you. 

“Am I everything you need, you better rock your body now- EVERYBODYYYYYY!” You screamed, pumping your fist in the air, pretending to sing into your imaginary microphone, Javi trying to keep from bursting into hysterics from your over dramatic performance. You paused mid chorus, looking over to see him lovingly laughing at you, making you give him your most sarcastic stank face. “Are you laughing at me, Javier Jesús Peña? Are you not enjoying your concert?” 

“Osita,” He grinned, reaching down to grab your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, “there’s nothing I love more than watching you sing along to whatever song it is while we drive. It’s my favorite thing. Even if you’re fucking ridiculous sometimes.”

“Nuh uh, you’re the ridiculous one, Jav. Ridiculously fucking hot. Do you like, ever look in the mirror and just admire how attractive you are? All the girls at work think so, too. They told me when I was leaving tonight that I was a lucky lady and you know what I told them? Bitch, absolutely I am. My husband is so fucking hot and sweet and perfect and to top it all off, he’s got a huge dick. Wait, maybe I didn’t say that last part to them… If I did, I’m sorry. But I’m not sorry, ‘cause it’s true.” Javi practically choked on his own spit, his quiet laughter to himself halted by your last comment. 

“Well, you’re very sweet, Osita. I hope for everyone’s sake you spared them the last part.” Javi laughed, giving your hand a little squeeze as you rested your head on his shoulder across the center console. 

“I’m being serious, Javi! It really isn’t fair to everyone else how fucking handsome you are. Or that like, you’re fucking sex god. Can we have sex when we get home? Please please please?” You begged, trying to give him your best drunken puppy dog eyes and pouty lip, Javi gently patting your leg knowing you were in absolutely no state to do anything besides get force fed some Gatorade and ibuprofen and go to sleep. 

“I think that we need to get you into bed, baby. Maybe tomorrow, okay?” 

“Into the bed where we have awesome sex all the time.” You retorted, shooting him a clumsy wink, pointing your finger at him. “Except this morning when we had sex in the bed and the shower. The shower is also a good place for sex. Do you remember when we had sex this morning?” You giggled, rubbing your hand over Javi’s thigh, working your way further up the denim before Javi reached down, placing your hand back in his, pulling it away. 

“Yes, Osita, of course I remember. Tonight we’re just gonna get into the bed and sleep.” Javi chuckled, smiling at you with your bright red cheeks, still dancing in your seat to whatever song was playing on the radio as he turned to pull into the driveway of your house. 

“Oh my gosh, we’re already home?! That was so fast. Let’s go to bed so we can sleep.” You gave Javi an overexaggerated wink as you parked in the garage, fumbling with the door handle to try and get out of the truck. Wanting to make sure you didn’t topple out of the passenger seat, Javi quickly unbuckled his seat belt, walking around to your side of the car, helping you down. You shot off to the door, fighting with the locked doorknob to try and get it open, instantly turning to panic when you realize it wouldn’t budge. “Jav! Jav! I forgot to bring my keys with me, I think we’re locked out of the house, I’m so- Oh. Nevermind.” Javi came up behind you, dangling his keys before reaching down to unlock the door. You stumbled through the mudroom and down the hallway, your eyes lighting up as you realized you were passing the kitchen. Trying to dart your way towards the pantry, you forgot that you had kicked off your shoes only a few moments earlier, making you slip and stumble on the hardwood floor, promptly landing you right on your ass. 

“Jesus Hermosa, are you okay?” Javi rushed over, eyes wide with concern as he watched you tumble, trying to pick you up from the hysterical heap you had fallen into. 

“I forgot I had socks on and I slipped. I’m such a fucking idiot, oh my god, that had to have looked so funny. My butt is gonna hurt tomorrow.” You cackled, hoisting your body up as Javi pulled you to stand, holding his hands firm on your hips, making sure you were stable. 

“Alright, c’mon Osita, we’re almost to bed.” 

“Wait, wait, I want Pop-Tart though! That’s why I was running to the kitchen!” You protested, Javi grabbing you to stop you before you tried to run full force down the hallway and slip again. 

“I will get you a Pop-Tart, you just get yourself into bed, okay? I’ll be there in a second.” Javi pleaded with you, trying to direct you back down the hallway towards the bedroom, hoping you would go and he wouldn’t have to wrangle you any further. 

“You promise?” You frowned, poking Javi’s chest, standing your ground until you were positive you were getting a Pop-Tart before you fell asleep. Javi leaned down, planting a soft kiss in your hair, brushing a stray piece  away from your face, giving you a reassuring smile. 

“Yes, I promise.” 

That was all it took to have you dancing down the hallway towards the bedroom, back to singing to yourself with each step. 

“Everyboddyyyyy, rock your booooddyyy. Rock your body right. Back Street’s back, alright!”  

Finally seeing you had made your way into your room, Javi made his way to the kitchen, shuffling through the pantry to grab a shiny silver Pop-Tart wrapper, a red Gatorade and a bottle of Advil from the medicine cabinet before quickly heading back down the hall, your singing now muffled as Javi found you laying face down in the bed, still fully clothed. Javi wasn’t going to let you fall asleep in jeans and a sweater, so he carefully flipped you over, making you giggle as he began to unbutton your pants, shuffling them down your legs. 

“I thought you said we weren’t having sex tonight, so why are you undressing me, hmmm?” You sassed, wiggling your bottom half to help Javi get your jeans off before he grabbed your arms, pulling you up to sit and prompting you to lift up your arms, stripping you of your top. “Are you trying to look at my boobs? I want a piece of Pop-Tart before you get a free show.” 

“I’m just trying to get you in pajamas, baby. I’m not gonna let you fall asleep in what you wore to the bar. How about this, if you can get yourself in some pajamas, I’ll give you your Pop-Tart.” Javi chuckled, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous compromise he was finding himself making with his drunken wife. 

“You strike a hard bargain, Mr. Peña. Fine, I will put on pajamas. Only because I love you very, very, very, very, very much. And I really want that Pop-Tart.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as Javi threw you one of his t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts, haphazardly trying to wrestle them onto your body before flopping back down on the bed. “Okay, they’re on! Pop-Tart me, bitch.” 

“Did you just say Pop-Tart me, bitch?” Javi snorted, looking at you, sprawled out like a starfish, his shirt draped over your body backwards.

“Pop-Tart me, bitch. Please.” You replied, smugly nodding your head, pointing finger guns at him. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute. I’m gonna go close up the house and then I’ll be back in bed. I love you, Osita.” Javi grinned, planting a kiss on your forehead, gently brushing your hair out of your face. 

“I love you too, Javi. My Pop-Tart and my pussy are both ready for you when you get back.” You giggled, reaching over to grab the shiny, silver snack package Javi had left for you on your nightstand, now grabbing it like a microphone as you sang into it. “Back Street’s back, alrightttttt!” 

“Jesus Christ…” Javi laughed, shaking his head as he gave you one last kiss before making his way back out of the bedroom, leaving you happily humming as you nibbled on the corner of your Pop-Tart, propped up on your stack of pillows. It didn’t take long for Javi to close up around the house, making sure to grab an extra package of Pop-Tarts and a big glass of water from the kitchen on his way back. “How’s the Pop-Tart, Osita?” Javi asked, gently closing the door behind him. 

Silence. 

“Osita?” He asked again, this time turning around to see that your singing and giggles had come to an end as you were passed out cold, sprawled out on top of the covers, Pop-Tart resting on your chest, rising and falling slowly with your soft snores. Javi laughed to himself, carefully taking the Pop-Tart off your chest and lifting you up to tuck you in under the covers, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “Ducles sueños, Osita. Te amo mucho, loca (Sweet dreams, little bear. I love you so much, crazy.)

The next morning, you could hear yourself audibly groan as you turned over in the bed, shielding yourself from the sunlight peeking through the cracks in your curtain, head pounding from the brightness. You rubbed your eyes, squinting as you looked over at your nightstand to see the red letters of your alarm clock reading “10:37 A.M.” and the shiny glare of an opened Pop-Tart package, covered by a blue sticky note. You twisted over, realizing that Javi’s side of the bed was empty, before turning back with a grunt, reaching over to grab the sticky note. 

Morning Osita. There’s Advil and Gatorade for you when you wake up. I think you may need it. I’ll have breakfast for you whenever you get up, unless you just want the Pop-Tart. 

Love you 

-J 

Slowly, you hoisted yourself up, grabbing the Gatorade and pills Javi and left for you, popping them in your mouth, followed by a big swig of your drink, running both your hands over your face before letting out a deep sigh and sliding out of bed. You trudged down the hallway, rubbing your hand on your hip to ease the bruising pain you had felt since getting out of bed, greeted by the smell of breakfast in the kitchen, and Javi sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, sipping on a cup of coffee. 

“Good morning, sleepy head.” Javi chuckled, peeking over the top of his newspaper as he watched you as you stumbled your way into one of the empty kitchen chairs next to him at the table. 

 “I feel like shit.” You groaned, propping your elbows up on the table, resting your face in your hands. Javi set down his paper, draping his arm over your back, tracing small circles with his thumb along your still backwards shirt as he planted a soft kiss in your messy, sleepy hair. 

“You were pretty drunk last night, Osita. Did you see the note I left for you?” Javi laughed quietly, shaking his head as he continued to rub your back. You turned your head over, looking up at Javi’s sympathetic gaze, scrunching your face as you let out a deep sigh. 

“Yes thank you, oh my god, that Gatorade and Advil is gonna save my life. Why the hell was there a Pop-Tart on my nightstand?” You mumbled, reaching over to steal a sip of Javi’s coffee, accidentally letting a little dribble fall down onto your shirt, you were just now realizing it wasn't on right. “Wait, is my shirt backwards? My ass hurts like hell too, what the hell happened last night?” 

“Why don’t I get you some breakfast and I’ll tell you all about it.”

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Kiss Number 2 : Valentine's Day

Brace yourselves because that New Year's Eve One Shot is becoming a series. Basically, it's going to be a series of one shots of the times Javier kissed or almost kissed reader.

Summary : It's Valentine's Day. Nothing ensues.

Pairing : Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)

Warnings : break-up, period-typical sexism, spelling mistakes because that's not beta read.

Rating : T

Part One

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You were trying to ignore the way the sun was peeking through the window to shine directly into your face, constantly changing the angle of your chair to avoid having to squint at the papers in front of you, when you heard the tell-tale giggle that preceded Javier’s arrival. Sure enough, when you peeked to your right through your eyelashes, as discreetly as possible, he was sending a smile towards Janine’s direction. You redirected your attention to the papers in front of you, blinking twice to get a grip and force your mind to refocus on the task at hand.

Janine was… something. Self-assured with men in a way you weren’t. She’d made her interest in Javier known from the get-go and it had, from what you’d heard, paid off. You envied her. You envied him. You envied the liberty they took. You were shy by nature, and your flings were far and in between, and you envied. The idea of even flirting with a man you worked closely with, who was your superior, had you frozen in shame. It was easier for Janine, you guessed, not so much because she was ‘just’ a secretary – there was no such thing as being ‘just’ this or that, in your mind. Janine simply looked at the differences of position between Javier and her – her, a secretary, and him, a DEA agent- and decided ‘screw it’.

You shouldn’t envy her. Your choice was a smart one, considering you wanted to have a proper career as a DEA agent yourself. Men were lenient towards their own but held women to a higher standard, raising the bar a bit more every time one of the weaker sex reached it. Javier Pena could get away with sleeping with half of the office. You couldn’t. Or rather, you could. But you cared. Janine didn’t. But then again, Janine probably didn’t get regular phone calls from her parents about the fact that her cousin was 27, already married with a baby on the way and what are you doing, honey ? That’s not a life. Come home, find a nice American man. There’s a new accountant at your father’s firm, James, he’s a bit older than you and-

You snapped out of it and arranged the papers to give your hands something to do just as Javier stopped by your desk to greet you.

‘Good Sunday ?’ He inquired.

‘Yes, Sir. Thank you.’

‘Told you not to call me that.’ He mumbled, his lips curving oh so prettily around his cigarette.

‘One more time, Sir.’ You smiled, your standard answer falling easily from your mouth.

Javier chuckled, rasping his knuckles against the wood of your desk – he liked doing that. That was it. That was as far as you let yourself go with the man.

It had to be enough, to avoid further heartache. Most of the time, your feelings for Javier left you upset. In high-school, you'd dreamt about Prince Charming, watching with envy as some girls there had a sweetheart to drive them around and take them for a late-night milkshake at the nearest diner. Once at university, you'd met a man, Thomas. It had seemed, then, that your path was a clear, open road. The government taking an interest in your abilities and your profile had changed that. A door your never knew could exist for you had just opened, with a realm of possibilities you couldn't fanthom. Most people had tried to deter you, first and foremost your parents. Despite that, and with the help of a couple of teachers, you went through that door.

It had taken Thomas six months before he asked to to make a simple choice : an engagement ring, or your carreer. You'd left for Colombia single, and absolutely determined not to mingle, never once suspecting you'd meet, in the midst of the war on drugs, a man who would make you want to reconsider the lack of importance of men in your life.

Your attraction to him didn't even make sense. Javier Pena was the most emotionnally unavailable man you'd ever met. Yet, somehow, he grounded you like no one could. But, for the sake of propriety and to protect your poor heart, you kept your distance, finding solace in the fact that Javier didn't seem interested in the least. He never flirted with you, not even when you got there, fresh-faced and a tiny bit naive.

He simply was not interested, and your little crush would pass.

You couldn't help, though, but remember New Year's Eve. The sensation of his lips had long vanished from your skin but remained ingrained in your mind, catching you unaware everytime you let yourself get lost in your own thoughts.

It'd been a month and a half now, and you still couldn't decide what that kiss meant. Was it genuine affection, in a slightly paternalist way ? Was it more ? Javier opened his mouth again and you snapped back into focus.

Better not to dwell on it.

'Any plans for tonight ?'

You took a deep breath.

'Except a call from my mother lamenting that I'm still single ? None, Sir. You ?'

He only hummed thoughtfully in answer, and, after a beat, added :

'Don't stay here too late, anyway. If no one's going to treat you to something nice, you should at least treat yourself. It's Valentine's Day, after all.'

His eyes were searching your face and you felt yourself frow warm under his scutiny. Praying you weren't blushing, you let out :

'Don't worry, I have a bottle of wine with my name on it waiting for me at home, Sir.'

'Good.' He mumbled in answer, his eyes still focused on you. 'Anything new ?' He gestured towards the paper.

Back to work, then. You realized only later he never told you about his own plans for Valentine's Day. But the realities and priorities of your job took precedent, and you quite forgot about it until you found yourself in the elevator with him, ready to go home.

'Still no plans ?' He asked as you were adjusting your jacket.

You shook your head, looking ahead.

'I hope you get to enjoy the wine, at least.'

'You know, it's no big deal.' You shrugged.

'It's a big deal to some people. A lot, atually.' He answered.

You could tell his eyes were on you, and you tilted your head to give him a smile.

'I knew getting into this a life of celibacy was waiting for me, Sir.'

'Some agents are married.' He argued.

You debated a second telling him about your former boyfriend, but decided against it. It wasn't exactly a sense of pride, the humiliation of getting dumped by a man you thought deeply loved you just because he didn't approve of your carreer having long faded in a vague feeling of anger. But you knew next to nothing about Javier, and this story was still a bit too close to your heart to your liking, a grim and unwelcome reminder of the way the world could be unkind to women. You were about to shrug the question off when Javier caught you off-guard.

'My ex-partner, Murphy, he was married. Wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, of course, but he wasn't alone. Being alone will do you no good. Connie- Murphy's wife- was his rock, you know.'

He attempted to shrug, then, but the gesture was a curious thing, almost an aborted movement, like the amount of words coming out of his mouth made him uncomfortable. Something awoke, deep down in your belly, and before you could stop the words :

'Yeah, women do that, I heard. They're the men's rocks. Funny enough, though, my last boyfriend ditched me when I chose to pursue my carreer.'

Bitterness coated your tongue as the revelation that you'd never spoken these words out loud took over in your brain. Yours was a lonely life indeed.

The beat of silence that followed seemed to last an eternity, Javier's eyes boring into the side of your face. Finally

'You're too young to be bitter, sweetheart.'

He tensed as your head spun towards him again, your eyebrows slightly furrowed, but didn't take the term of endearment back. Instead, his hand found your elbow and squeezed the flesh, as he added :

'Especially not about an idiot like that.'

You held his gaze a second, as the elevator came to a stop.

'I'm just saying, Sir, that in my case, I'm better off alone than married as I should be.'

Javier nodded as you both stepped out of the elevator. He squeezed your elbow once, as his mouth found your temple. You stood eerily still as he pressed a slight kiss there. It should have felt patronizing, after the way he called you sweetheart and especially after the way you stood your ground, but instead it was a bit comforting, a gesture of good faith and sweet affection. He whispered his best wishes for your Valentine's Day, not unlike the way he did at Christmas, and stepped away, leaving you with a slight wave.

Dumfounded, you took a couple of seconds to gather yourself before you left the building after him, ready to shout at him the same wishes he'd whispered in your ear. The words died in your throat when you saw him jog to Janine, who was patiently waiting next to his car. She gave you a wave and a smile, that you genuinely returned. You liked Janine. Good for her.

You went home and decidedly ignored the fact that you'd had the answer to your question : it was genuine affection, just not a romantic one.

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Masterlist

Updated: August 4, 2024

House of the Dragon

Stranger Things

Top Gun

Triple Frontier

Star Wars

Din Djarin/The Mandalorian

Rest | SMUT (Minors, DNI), Din x Fem!Reader (Implied/Past/Unrequited)

Your relationship with Din has become strained and you’re no longer sure where you stand with the man behind the helmet. He leaves you with Boba while he runs an errand and Boba helps you realize that there’s more to life than pining.

Revive | SMUT (Minors, DNI), Din x Fem!Reader [Rest pt2]

Your heart had been broken by the Mandalorian and you were desperate to bury your past. You avoided any mention of him, anything that could bring up old memories, but a trip to Tatooine changes everything.

Fill | SMUT (Minors, DNI), Din x Fem!Reader

Dom!Din punishes reader. That’s about it. (Ft. Breeding kink)

Boba Fett

Rest | SMUT (Minors, DNI), Boba x Fem!Reader

Your relationship with Din has become strained and you’re no longer sure where you stand with the man behind the helmet. He leaves you with Boba while he runs an errand and Boba helps you realize that there’s more to life than pining.

Throne | SMUT (Minors, DNI), Boba x Fem!Reader

Giving Boba the blowjob he deserves on the throne. That’s it, not really a plot.

Family | SMUT (Minors, DNI), Boba x Fem!Reader

Boba has never let himself desire things he didn’t believe he deserved - a home, a family. But you’ve taught him that he deserves those things and more. And, luckily, you want to give them to him. (Breeding kink with Boba)

Watchful | SMUT (Minors, DNI), Boba x Fem!Reader

Boba likes an audience and so do you. What happens when Din needs to speak with Boba but your lover isn’t ready to let you go? Well, he lets Din watch, of course.

Poe Dameron

Hot for Teacher | Teacher!Poe (Modern AU), Poe x Fem!Reader

It’s your first day at your new school, your first teaching job, and you have high hopes that it’ll be a good year. Those hopes are only raised when you meet the teacher across the hall, the beautiful and charismatic Mr. Dameron.

Misc. Pedro Characters

Marcus Pike

Ring | SMUT (Minors, DNI), Marcus x Fem!Reader

Marcus Pike really enjoys being married. One of his favorite things? Seeing the ring on your finger. But what he doesn’t seem to realize is that you’re just as happy to see the ring on his finger. (AKA literally just smut that involves fingering and rings.)

Isn’t It Funny? | Marcus x fem!Reader

“When I’m with you, I’m at home.” for Marcus Pike. Requested by anon. || AKA Marcus expected a normal Friday night. What he gets is anything but. Isn’t it funny how those nights are the best?

Choices | SMUT (Minors, DNI!) Marcus x fem!Reader 

Marcus has seen the aftermath of your work more often than you could count. You often worry that he’ll grow tired of picking up the pieces after a particularly rough case but he’s here to remind you that he’ll always choose you.

Marcus Moreno

Glasses | Suggestive, Marcus x GN!Reader

You’re quite fond of Marcus’s glasses, something that you never bothered to keep a secret. But when the opportunity to try them on presented itself, you took it. Marcus thinks they look better on you than they do on him. 

Javier Peña

Quitter  | SMUT (Minors, DNI), Javi x Fem!Reader

Javier Peña is trying to quit smoking. Improbable but not impossible. However, the one thing that he’s not capable of quitting? Running from the idea that someone could possibly love him.

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey

What About Now | SMUT (Minors, DNI), Whiskey x Fem!Reader

Sex pollen with Whiskey | Agent Whiskey is a thorn in your side, a name you’d prefer be kept out of your ear. But he blows into town with a mission sent from HQ and you have no choice but to deal with your complicated past. 

Dieter Bravo

Chance | SMUT (Minors, DNI), Dieter x fem!Reader

Dieter Bravo has propositioned you before, asked if you wanted to sleep with him - offered himself up for your pleasure. Now, when he asks if you want to go back to his hotel room, you decide to take a chance.

Non-Pedro Characters

Steve Murphy

Love | SMUT (Minors, DNI), Steve x Fem!Reader

You haven’t had a date night in months. Have barely had time alone. So Steve makes it a priority to remind you just how much he loves you when he gets the chance. Even if the darkness of your reality still seeps through. 

Mayans MC

Sons of Anarchy

Juice Ortiz

Cop Car | Juice x fem!Reader

"Hi! Can I request something fluffy and funny with the prompt “…I’m gonna be honest, I don’t see us having a second date.” “They let us off with a warning! Don’t let that ruin our future.” for Juice x F!Reader where they finally! go on a date after years of pining after each other. Please and thank you! 💗💗💗"

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pta and pb&j’s: first day (single dad! javier peña x f! teacher reader)

summary: single dad javi prepares his twins, Sophia and Lillie for their first day of kindergarten - finding it a little hard to let them go - meets their new teacher - who has some words of advice for him.

warnings: mentions of anxiety/javi's former job, single parenting stress and anxiety

a/n: this is the first part in my series, pta and pb&j’s! i’m so excited for this one, with the reader being a cute, young kindergarten teacher who has a huge crush on mr. peña. i’m not sure how many parts i’m going to do yet, but i know it’ll be a few. let me know if you wanna be tagged in upcoming parts, and as always reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated!!🤎

"Good morning my angels, its time to wake up," Javi whispers, gently shaking the arms of his twin daughters. Their two twin beds sit parallel to one another, separated by a small bedside table with a lamp, the small light illuminating the pink room. The room sits nice and tidy, except for a few stray dolls on the floor near a bin of other toys, but Javi can’t find himself to be mad about the small pile of Barbies.

Sitting gently on the edge of one of the beds, he makes sure to not knock over any of the meticulously organized stuffed animals spread across the fluffy comforter. Looking down, Javi sees in his younger daughter, Lillie’s arms sits the small, gray stuffed bunny rabbit he gave her and her sister the day they were born, the long floppy ears peaking out and hanging over her blankets.

Looking over to the other bed, he sees Sophia, the older of the twins, has the matching white bunny in her arms as well. He lets out a chuckle at his girls - they were heavy sleepers - quite the opposite of himself.

He always thought they’d come running to his room during a storm, but they always managed to make it soundly through the night, and that it was him who could never fall back asleep. He was jealous of them in that way, most nights not being able to sleep due to the racing thoughts in his mind. It was nothing to worry about, just normal things regarding his job here back home and anxiety over other things. Javi sighs at the sight of his baby daughters, hating that he has to wake them up.

"Girls, we can't be late for your first day of kindergarten!" The former DEA agent says softly, breaking out into a smile as his girls begin to open up their eyes, letting out small yawns before jumping up to wrap their small arms around their father, pulling him into a hug.

The stuffed bunnies drop to the side as Javi picks them up in his arms, swinging them around playfully, before placing them down and bringing his fingers to one of their sides, Lillie letting out loud giggles as he tickles her.

A few seconds later Javi drops his arms from Lillie's sides and switches to Sophia, her laughs echoing across the room as Lillie tries to “stop” her dad by lightly pushing at him, her laughter joining her younger sister’s. A moment later Javi jumps up to his feet and makes quick work of making his way over to their closest, picking up the uniform tops and skirts and bringing it over to the ends of both beds. He sets aside their backpacks, which the trio had packed the night before along with their lunches, making sure to place it near the door so they don’t forget it.

Turning back to face his daughters, he kneels down so he can be at eye level with them. “While you get dressed do you wanna pick out what braids you want me to do for you both?” he asks softly, nodding to the small American Girl Doll book on Lillie’s desk that features all different styles of braids and updo’s.

Javi prided himself on working through almost every style within the purple book, practicing on the girls or on one of their dolls when they are asleep or at daycare. Many nights have been spent following youtube tutorials leading up to the first week of school - what can he say, he wants to get this right. He can proudly now say that he has mastered the art of braiding.

Lillie’s voice snaps him back to reality. “Ok dad,” she smiles, moving to grab a jacket from her dresser, “can you pretty please make us pancakes?” Sophia asks, flashing her signature “puppy dog eyes” which make her father weak every time.

At 5 years old, they already have him wrapped around their fingers. He can’t even imagine what it will be like when they get older.

"Of course I can!" Javi laughs, leaning his hand down to playfully ruffle at both of their hairs. "Anything for my princesses.”

Walking out of their room, Javi makes his way down the hallway and the stairs towards the kitchen, quickly looking at the time and making a mental note of when to leave. He doesn’t want to be known as the dad who brought his kids to school late on the first day. He’s heard that some of the moms at this school can be a little gossipy, and that’s the last thing he needs right now.

Once in the kitchen, Javi reaches up into the cabinets and grabs the dry ingredients and a bowl to start up the pancake mixture. Opening up the fridge, he grabs the wet ingredients and some strawberries to serve on the side.

But as he starts his prep work, Javi can't stop the feelings of nervousness from creeping in.

It has nothing to do with the anxiety he still has from his previous job, some nights waking up suddenly when remembering the things he saw, the things he did.

Its not that.

It’s that his baby girls are growing up right before his eyes.

Javi has been on his own with Lillie and Sophia their entire lives, their birth mother exiting the picture shortly after they were born.

Months of preparing for the twin’s arrival, painting the nursery - what color to pick? is pink to overused, what about yellow? It took nearly 4 trips to the local paint store to pick a color. Buying clothes, doing research, going to birthing classes - none of it could prepare him to do this all by himself.

He was scared to be a father, hell, being a single father seemed even scarier, but the minute he held his baby girls in his arms, Javi swore that everything felt right in the world.

The two rested easy in his arms, just hours old and it brought Javi to tears. They were just so tiny and innocent, and at first he struggled a bit - with the person he was in the past - did he deserve to have such sweet angels in his life?

But his girls have showed him that he can have a new start. That he was meant to be a father, a protector. And he was a natural.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he starts mixing the batter before pouring several drops into the pan rested on the stovetop, a faint simmering sound coming from the butter's reaction to the heat. The older man cuts up the strawberries into quarters and starts placing them into two small bowls when he hears the distinct sound of two pairs of shoes clomping down the staircase.

Quickly turning around, Javi is met by the sight of his two giggling daughters running towards him, opening his arms wide to pull them into his embrace as they finally reach them. Holding them close to his chest for a moment, he almost doesn't want to let go. He knows that his girls are growing up and that he can't do anything about it, but he can't even begin to think about them growing up and leaving him without his heart breaking.

Pulling away, he asks the girls about the hairstyles they chose while he flips the pancakes, french braids being chosen as usual. Javi uses the spatula to plate up the panckaes and makes sure both girls get their bowl of strawberries before grabbing one of the many colorful combs around the house and parting Sophie's hair for the braids.

The two girls giggle and talk about how excited they are for their first day as their dad skillfully styles their hair, making sure to use elastics that he knows won't tangle into their hair when they take the braids out.

As the girls finish up their breakfast, Javi finishes off Lillie's braids before brewing up a pot of coffee, knowing he's going to need it to get through the day. He gently directs the girls to go get their things so they can head out, reaching up into one of the cabinets to grab a travel mug.

As the girls scurry away to their room to grab their bags, Javi brings their lunches out of the fridge and takes two nearbye napkins and a pen and quickly scrawls down a little heart on each one before slidding them into each of their pink lunchboxes.

"Lets go Dad!" Sophia chuckles, leading her sister back down the stairs and over to the kicthen, reaching up to grab at the two lunchboxes, "is it time to go?"

Javi feels a smile play at his lips, "Yes honey, its time for us to go," he responds, grabbing his travel mug and walking with his girls out the front door, making sure to turn and lock it before unlocking his car and helping the girls into their carseats.

Once seated in the drivers seat, Javi looks up at his rear view mirror and sees his two baby girls smiling up at him - a sight that he never gets tired of - and pulls out of the driveway.

“Let’s go honey bunnies,” Javi says playfully, the nickname one he’s had for the twins since they were in diapers.

He gets out of his parked car and heads to the backseat, reaching in and unbuckling the girls from their car seats and helping them down to the ground, making sure to hand them their jackets, backpacks and lunchboxes before extending his hands for them to hold onto.

Feeling his daughters grip his fingers, he helps walk them across the parking lot and inside the school, stopping in the main office to sign himself in as a visitor and put on a name tag before walking down the hallway to the kindergarten wing.

The trio passes several brightly colored murals on the walls, Lillie pointing out her favorite animals on the one nearest to them as they make their way further down the hallway, coming to a stop outside of the classroom. Giving the girls’ hands a small squeeze, he tells them it’s time before opening the door.

The first thing Javi notices is how comfortable the classroom feels.

He sees a big comfortable rug in the front of the room near the whiteboard, a few of the twin’s new classmates sitting on it with some books as other kids play at their desks. The room is decorated with neutral colors and has several big cushions spread across the floor, almost like the cushions the girls have in their playroom at home.

Around the room the desks are organized in little groups, each with a label of the student’s names written in delicate cursive, a small water bottle and a snack already placed on the desk.

Javi doesn’t notice the two girls letting go of his hands and running off to find their desks, instead looking at the front of the classroom and seeing the “welcome” message written on the board, welcoming both students and parents to their first day of kindergarten. Javi feels a smile play at his lips at the “classroom mascot” at the front of the room, a small green stuffed chameleon that he would recognize anywhere, pascal, from his daughters’ favorite movie tangled.

The girls were going to love this teacher.

Just as he turns to tell the girls, he bumps into someone behind him.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking!” Javi exclaims, his eyes widening when he realizes he just knocked down the poor woman behind him. Looking down, he sees the you look up at him with a smile, which causes him to raise an eyebrow.

“It’s okay, don’t worry!” he hears you exclaim, watching as you brush the pant legs of your brown corduroy overalls off, “I work with kindergartners so i’m used to things like this.” you laugh, reaching out to take Javi’s extended hand and stand back up.

Javi feels like an idiot, he knocked over his girls’ teacher.

Once in your feet, you introduce yourself to him, your name sounding like honey coming from your lips. Feeling a small bit of butterflies in his stomach, Javi coughs nervously before introducing himself, pointing over to his girls seated over at their desks and telling you they are his babies.

“Aw they are so precious!” You smile, taking a look and seeing them talk to some of their desk mates, “I made sure to sit them together, I know how scary it can be on your first day of school, and I figured sitting them together might put them at ease,” you say softly, a smile pulling at your lips at the sight of your new students.

Javi feels a bit of weight has been taken off of his shoulders - he was worried the girls might even be in separate classrooms - something they had never had before - but he knows he’s lucky to have them stay together. He looks over at his daughters with a smile before turning back to you, the smile on your face contagious.

“Thank you,” he says appreciatively, “I was worried about them - I’m still worried i’m not going to lie,” he laughs nervously, looking down at his feet for a moment as a flush of embarrassment washes over him like a tidal wave.

You tilt your head at him and nod, “It’s normal to be nervous Mr. Peña,” you start, reaching out your hand to rest on his arm as he looks back up at you, chocolate eyes locked on yours, “this is a big step for the three of you. Getting here and dropping them off is the hardest part I promise you, your girls are in good hands.”

Javi nods along with your words, finding your tone and sentiments calming to him, the warm flush of embarrassment across his body beginning to fade away.

“I’m not one of those helicopter parents,” he laughs, “but I worry about them, it’s just me and I’m scared to be away from them.”

Javi doesn’t miss the way your face falls after his small joke, taking in the real information in his statement. You nod gently squeeze his arm before pulling your hand away. “I understand Mr. Peña, I know how hard this is for you. I promise you that i’ll take care of your girls, and if anything happens or if they miss you too much, i’ll give you a call and you can come right back.”

Javi feels like he could cry. What did he do to deserve such a nice teacher.

“Is that okay Mr. Peña?” you ask, your head tilting to the side as a few more students and parents trickle into the classroom.

“Javi, you can call me Javi,” he says, watching as your smile returns.

“Okay Javi, I look forwards to getting to know you better. I’ll see you this afternoon for pick up.” you smile, giving him a nod before walking away to welcome your new students.

Javi watches with a smile as you walk over to the tables where his girls are and bend down to introduce yourself and he hears the way you compliment their braids, to which Lillie points his way and says “daddy did these braids!” Looking up at Javi, you give him a big smile before turning back to the girls and continuing conversation with their desk mates, the butterflies in Javi’s stomach multiplying by the second.

God he was so screwed.

taglist: @salome-c @marydjarin @jasterslegacy @hnt-escape @vonschweetz @darnitdraco @theorganasolo @dinoflower @pedro4ever @rebel-fanfare

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fire, but sweet: javier peña x reader

pairing: javier peña x f!reader (facetime javi au) 

summary: @obitwo requested i’m just thinking about javi tugging on my ponytail as a cute lil gesture and it’s making me way too soft hehe but also him pulling it to get Neck Access for Kisses™️

warnings: we are SOFT in this chili’s. none. 

a/n: i told claire it would publish this before midnight and I almost succeeded. **i know i am very behind on comments and i am so, so sorry. schools has been kicking my butt. the minute i turn in my last assignment on friday i am sitting down with a glass of whiskey  and responding to EVERY SINGLE ONE🥰** 

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gif by @pvscvls​

It’s your turn to tackle linen duty this Sunday, having spent the past few hazy weekend afternoons at his while he irons shirts (the rare moments you’re not watching his lithe form from the couch, you’re in his tiny kitchen, meal prepping for you both. Lord knows the man doesn’t eat enough).

In-unit washer-and-dryer units are hard to come by in L.A., but somehow, when you had been searching for a new apartment a while back, this one had fallen into your lap. You suspected it had something to do with a client who was rather grateful about the press buzz about following their dazzling appearance at the Oscars, and when you had told Javi that on your second — third? — dinner date, he laughed, a rare moment of unrestrained joy springing forth from a deep-seated and virtuous hope.

“Is that so, baby?” he had asked, head tilting slightly as he regarded you from across the table. “You’re just one of those people that everyone else absolutely adores despite your best efforts; is that what you’re trying to tell me?” Fringes of dark hair curled around his forehead, wilting in the oppressive heat, but the chocolate eyes hidden behind those ridiculous amber-toned aviators didn’t waver, even as a smirk pouted his lips.

You kicked him under the table, looking away in the process. No, no no, you protested, fuck all that good girl shit, you know?

And Javier had smiled and sipped his drink, thinking all the while that he had never seen anyone as goddamn perfect as you.

—

Now, though, it’s a delicate, daffodil-laden spring, gaudy pops of color peeking through the gray skies — that delicate interposition between spring and summer, where everyone’s holding their breath for life to begin again. Indecisiveness splits the atmosphere, and you’re no stranger to its sway, swiping open your phone to switch from a podcast to your favorite playlist as you continue folding laundry. Heaps of cotton and spandex and dozens of other fabrics find themselves attended to with care and piled on top of the washer as you sing along softly, gently swaying in time with the beat. Javier’s in your bedroom, you know, assembling the new bookshelf you had ordered online from IKEA.

But your voice carries easily in the small space, and soon Javier finds himself raising his head in  unobtrusive, lingering wonder, grace stealing his breath for just a heartbeat (he surely doesn’t need it then, sustained by the way your voice wraps around a space for living and breathes into it the essential ingredients of vivacity in such a way that it stretches itself in utter luxuriousness).

It compels him forward, the simplicity driving him to abandon the mess of screws and boards littered on the floor and to seek you out instead. Your mysterious existence is far more important than material things, he feels, without possessing the words to explain such a phenomena.

And yet he feels it all the same (words exist to explain that which is already real, after all), and it only intensifies as he comes to lean against the doorjamb, watching you work and letting your voice wash over him like a tonic.

For several long moments he is content to bask in your presence, in the waves of life that emanate from the small space. But suddenly the mood shifts, fracturing under the weight of observance. Cracks form fissures that travel upwards into his spine, integrating themselves into his neuropathways and telling him that it’s not enough.

Watching isn’t enough; it’s too placid, too based in him and not enough in all that you are. Javier needs to confirm that you’re real — he requires the roughness of you under his own skin, your ridges and dips and valleys, to chart your cartography. And despite the weight of the moment — the moment he realizes that oh, god, he thinks he might be in — there’s a playfulness easing the load, replacing the gravitas with one of joy, not fear.

So he does what he believes he should have done far earlier and strides forward, the music masking his heavy footsteps, to stand just close enough to reach out. And reach out he does, his hand extending forward to wrap thick fingers around the latent strands of your messy ponytail and tugging slightly. Not enough to hurt, just enough to say hey you; i see you.

Your reaction does not disappoint, dropping whatever it is you’re now folding, hips shifting in order to pivot and slap his chest. He’s too quick, though, hands dropping away from your hair and gripping your hips, locking you in place. “You know,” Javi whispers, “you’re pretty cute when you do that.” It’s inadequate at best, but oh, he prays you can understand why his voice is low and smooth, crushed velvet to your silk.

It seems you do, leaning back into his embrace with a small hum. “I’m glad you do. My high school choir teacher didn’t think so.”

Javi’s laugh is warm against your neck as he brushes the hair aside and begins dropping open-mouthed kisses to the skin there. His left hand travels upwards, skimming your sides, to gently pull away your t-shirt, and you tilt your head back onto his shoulder to give him more access. When you hitch your breath at his continued assault on your sensitive skin, Javi ignores you, continuing to press kisses on any hint of bare skin he can reach. His mustache tickles sometime, as does his unruly hair, but you lean into the sensation, finding it comforting after all these months of learning how to love it.

They’re leisurely kisses, warm ones that feel like home. it’s an act for its own sake, an aristotelian method of the good, if you will. Simply there to exist. Much like the way you have taught him to exist through long nights and FaceTime calls at all hours of the day and shared grocery runs to make he eats and the way he carries you after work events, feet too tired after being in heels all day or now, spending a Sunday afternoon building a bookshelf instead of poring over work.

“Feels good, Javier,” you mumble, eyes drifting close in the security of all he is to you, but especially in this moment in your apartment, doing laundry on a Sunday afternoon. “Thank you.”

No, you think you hear him whisper against your skin, one hand still wrapped around your hip, thank you, cariña.

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[forever-rogue]

A Good Man - Part 1

A/N: So...this turned out to be much more than I intended. It’s not a one off, oh no, could I ever really do that? It’s going to be three parts (and yes, I am committing to three and three only before this gets away from me), and yes I guarantee you there will be smut. You can’t have professor Javi without some smut, after all. Shout out to the amazing and lovely @rosetophighlander​ for listening to my ideas and inspiring me! As always, comments and feedback is welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged let me know! xx

Pairing: Professor! Javi x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: none

A GOOD MAN ‘VERSE MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

JAVIER MASTERLIST 

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Javier Peña was a good man. At least that’s what he was trying to convince himself. He was a good man with a bad past. A past he had pointedly left behind in Colombia. But even now, years later, memories haunted him at night - it wasn’t a regular occurrence, but it was often enough. Enough to have him startle awake, drenched in sweat as his chest heaved up and down. Enough to make him feel like a bad man again.

But that wasn’t him anymore - no. He was a bad man then and he was trying to rectify that now by being a good man. He was a good man, and what was in the past was in the past. It didn’t matter it anymore; he had to bury it and let it die. But every time he thought he had, he still found himself plagued by the memories. Shit. 

He’d returned to Texas when everything was said and done, and taken up a post as a university teacher. It was boring; drool, but most importantly, it was a safe bet. A college professor, who would have thought? If you would have told him this a few years ago while he was in the midst of the drug war trying to bring down both Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel, he would have laughed in your face and told you to fuck off. But that was then, and this was now, a very different reality with a very different version of him. Well...no. Javi was still Javi underneath it all, the same man he had always been, he was just trying to be the best man he could be. Trying to make right what in his head claimed made him so bad. 

He was regimented now, almost to a fault, keeping up a routine that claimed most of his mind that wouldn’t let his mind wander too far off track. Gods, he needed a therapist. He knew he did; it was forever on his to do list. Forever the one thing he would get to eventually because it wasn’t pressing enough. Forever the thing he would do when he had more time. Instead he found solace, a small sense of reprieve in his small four-legged friend. 

He was a small, wiry thing with ears that always seemed perked up, colored like sweet milk and honey, affectionately named Stevie, much to Steve Murphy’s chagrin. He served as a good distraction and pseudo-therapist for all that seemed to bother the ex-DEA agent. Sometimes Javi felt bad about how he confided in his little friend but Stevie loved him back all the same, showering him in affection whenever he could.

His routine was the same almost every day, allowing for some variance on weekends. It was strict, almost authoritarian but he had come to have a certain reverence for it. Up at six, out for a jog or walk with Stevie, breakfast for the two of them followed by a shower, at work by 9, a morning class full of mainly bright eyed freshman, followed by office hours where he would check on the dog and then return to eat his lunch by himself, almost always a sandwich, coffee, and some sort of berry, two afternoon classes of disinterested juniors, seniors, and those who seemed to never leave college, followed by a few hours of paperwork and grading before arriving home between six and seven, followed by a simple dinner for himself Stevie. To pass the time he’d read or watch a movie or show, but it was almost always lights out by ten. Sometimes he’d fall asleep quickly, other times it would take him hours. Hours of his brain buzzing with repressed thoughts and emotions that he put off until he fell asleep and repeated his routine the next day.

Weekends allowed for some flexibility instead of the monotonous rigidity. He let himself sleep in longer, go for a long walk with Stevie and have a leisurely lunch, and laze about the house. Sometimes he’d meet up with a friend, usually a coworker from another department and have a drink or two, nothing too excess, before turning in well before midnight. On the rare occasion where he felt restless enough and couldn’t be alone with his own thoughts, he’d go and take himself to a movie, a play, a museum, something that would keep his mind occupied. But by Monday morning he was back to routine. Back to that rigid pattern that kept him on track.

And it had been enough. It had to be enough...right?

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Teaching at his alma mater of Texas A&M in the sleepy town of Kingsville had proven to be both a curse and a blessing. When he’d left the DEA, unsure of what to do, what do he really wanted to do with his life now, he had turned his attention back home. One thing had let to another and, surely with some help from his former cohorts at the DEA, he’d lined himself up a fairly easy teaching gig. It wasn’t anything he had ever really given much thought to, but just like his routine, it had become familiar, mind numbing, and easy. It didn’t take much before it had become part of his regimented life. 

He enjoyed the almost anonymity of it all; no one really knew who he was, the things, both horrible and great, that he had done, no one knew his previous reputation, no one judged him before they had the chance to meet him. He was, first and foremost, Professor Peña. The students came and went; no one questioned who he was truly was and he never offered. As far as his students were concerned, he offered them the tiniest shred, if any at all, of his personal life. It had it easy - simple - to keep things strictly business. 

There had been a few times, a few moments when his heart had almost stopped, that a student would stop by his desk after he’d dismissed everyone and ask him his past. It hadn’t been more than maybe four or five in total, but it had still brought a grimace to his face each time. But instead of completely dismissing anyone, he’d politely decline to answer anything beside easy questions, the kind that were of public knowledge. 

Otherwise he insisted that if they ever have any questions related to the course, exams, or homework, they were welcome to come to see him during his office hours. He had a presence about him, not intimidating per se, but firm and strong that usually deterred people from questioning him any further. They almost never came to his office hours; pretty much no one did. Which was completely fine by him because it always gave him a chance to stay on top of the mountains of paperwork the university imposed on everyone.

Much to his chagrin, however, this year the school’s newspaper had decided to start a professor spotlight column in their monthly magazine. Something about connecting students and professors and creating more of a sense of community. A load of bullshit, was what he thought, but he didn’t push the envelope. He wasn’t trying to ruffle any feathers, to step on anyone’s toes; no, he aimed to blend in. But something about having been the man to help bring down Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel made him a subject of interest; naturally it was only a matter of time before eager, hungry eyes were turned to him. 

But Javi knew he couldn’t really decline, it would have been against decorum and he wanted no eyebrows raised in his direction. So, he answered the curious student reporter’s questions with basic answers, just enough to give a taste and satiate them, but not enough to have to dig deep. He let them take his picture, let them publish it in their magazine, hoping that not many students would actually read the column, and just gloss over it. He wasn’t sure if he could handle tons of students only signing up for his class for him. He had not plans on indulging them any further into personal life.

But his routine, regimented schedule was all fine and dandy, and surely he thought they would be enough. They had to be enough, right? That’s what he thought. Surely the monotony of teaching countless students would be enough; that’s what he had come to believe anyway. It had worked out for the two prior years, surely it should have been the same going into his third year there.

Until the day you stepped into his classroom on that first day of that brand new semester and school year. You weren’t like the others...you looked excited, alert, like you actually wanted to be there. Like you wanted to listen to him teach. Like you cared. The swarm of students surrounding you barely looked alive, but you did. There was a certain magnetic charm that you possessed that happened to draw in everyone around you, including the man at the front of the room. The man that was determined to adhere to the strict routine that he had concocted for himself; the man that vowed he not stray from his class structure. The man that so desperately just wanted to be a good man. 

He hadn’t noticed you at first, keeping his gaze focused on the papers and stacks on his desk, picking up the roll call sheets and running through them with a sense of disinterest. Name after name of students that probably just took the class because they needed some sort of credit. They responded in voices that were barely audible, tones that strongly suggested that they did not care whether he made a note of them being in attendance. 

But when he got to your name, calling it out softly, and he heard you confidently and happily respond with a loud here, his deep brown eyes almost jumped out of his sockets. He paused and looked up, taking a moment to push his thick, dark rimmed glasses up his noise, before searching for you in a sea of students. But he knew he had found you when he spied the beautiful face beaming back at him. You offered him the biggest smile he had ever seen within the confines of the small lecture hall.

He was momentarily phased, but the corners of his mouth lifted up slightly as he returned your brilliant smile with the best he could muster up. But before he could get too caught up in anything, even a singular thought that roamed freely, someone loudly coughed and snapped him out of his trance. Quickly switching back to his professor mode, he looked back at the roster and called out the rest of the names, tic marks and blanks boxes galore down the long sheet. 

Like his life, his class structure was regimented, and while he thoroughly enjoyed history, he found it difficult, tedious even, to drone on about pre-revolutionary war America for hours. Sometimes it was enough to make his eyes almost glaze over; while it annoyed him that it got to his students as well, he couldn’t always blame them. But there was something about today, the way that you had smiled at him, that sent a spark off deep within him, and something just snapped. He found himself moving more about the lectern, his hands waving more animatedly as he gave his introductory lecture, and most importantly of all, he found himself stealing glances at you. And you met his glances, almost in a challenging way, never looking away when his gaze lingered a few seconds longer than necessary. 

But, like everyone else, you were eager to pack up your bag and leave when he was finished and excused everyone. You glanced at him a few times as you slid your notebooks and textbook back into your satchel, wondering if you should introduce yourself, or hell, if he really even cared. But instead of acting on any impulses and potentially making a fool out of yourself, you hitched the bag further up your shoulder and left along with the rest of the crowd, letting them swallow you up and allowing you to blend in. It was the end of the day, everyone was eager to get home, especially after the first day of the new semester. Javier was too; first days were always tiring just alone with administrative tasks and getting to know hundreds of new names and faces. But none of them mattered, not really, they were just more students in an endless sea that he would teach and then forget about as soon as finals were graded and returned. 

But somehow...you stuck in his mind. Your face, your curious eyes and soft little smile were already burned into his mind. He found himself musing on it, on how intently you had scribbled down notes, even if he didn’t feel like there was anything to memorize, how your leg bounced up and down the few times your mind seemed to wander as you had glanced around the room, taking in the other students. A low sigh escaped his lips as he slid his paperwork, texts, and other items into his book bag before throwing it over his shoulder. He wasn’t going to let his mind get hung up on you, or anyone or anything else for that matter. 

Sure, you were pretty, very pretty, but so were plenty of other students. He wasn’t going to lie to him; he could admit, at least to himself, when he found a student attractive. Sure, you had a smile that had spoken to something within him, but  -no. You were one student in a sea of hundreds the had for the semester. You would forget him as soon as you turned in your final and went on winter break. He was sure of it. Javier Peña was trying to be a good man, and letting his thoughts go wild about a student was definitely not part of that plan.

When he got home that evening, he walked in the door and left his bag on the small dresser he kept in the hallway, followed by his keys and shoes before eagerly greeting Stevie. He’d stopped by between classes to take check on him, always making sure he had plenty of food, water, and pets before he had to go back. He glanced around the small kitchen, already pondering what he would make for dinner, knowing he was stocked up on everything he would need for the week. In his retirement from the DEA he had become a meticulous planner, something that easily kept his mind busy, and Sundays had become his grocery shopping days were he loaded up on necessities for the week. It was robotic and allowed for little free thought; routine, routine, routine. 

But before he could flick on the soft kitchen light, his hand lingered on the switch, fingers drumming lightly against the plastic plate while he contemplated his next move. Instead of flipping it on,  he dropped his hand and grabbed Stevie’s leash off of the counter-top, dropping to his knees as the small dog wagged his tail in sheer excitement at the prospect of a walk. He gave him a few pets as he clipped the lease on, making sure his large ears received a good scratch.

“What do you say you and I go and pick up some pizza, huh? We’ll even get some beer. Call it a guys’ night,” Stevie made a small sound of excitement, clearly acquiescing to Javier’s plan. He stood back up to his full height, his joints crackling lightly as he grabbed his thin windbreaker, wallet, and keys, slipped his shoes back on and walked out the door, his mind already on the pizza place a few blocks away. It wasn’t even anything he really gave too much thought to, it was most certainly not part of his plan. No, this was all new - a break.

It was the first Javier Pena had strayed from his evening routine in almost three years. 

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As soon as you stepped through the door of your apartment you let out a long sigh as you tossed your book bag onto the floor and stumbled into the living room, flopping face down on the well worn couch. Sarah, your closest confidant and roommate throughout your college experience, looked up from her book and with a small smirk on her face. She’s gotten out of her classes and finished for the day hours ago. 

“First day was that good, huh?” she pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, as you turned your head to glare at her. She was in her last year of school too but had been smart, so you’d come to realize, and taken more classes than she needed in earlier years so her last year would be a breeze. You envied her and wished you’d done the same; now you were stuck with classes that were long, tedious, and required more thinking than you would have liked. 

“I don’t know how I’m going to survive this semester,” you admitted with a heavy sigh; you had no one to blame but yourself. It still didn’t make your little pity party any better, “today’s classes were...boring at best, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a teacher that cared less than my last one. The topic’s already not my favorite, clearly not his, and I have no clue how I’m going to survive the semester, and this stupid class was the only one open that satisfied one of my last requirements. I’m trying to be excited, you know, to trick myself into liking it, but I dunno if that’s gonna work out.”

“If it all goes to hell, there’s always next semester,” she offered with a shrug before closing her book and tossing it on the coffee table, “what class it is?”

“Pre-revolutionary war American history,” you groaned as she gave you a pained look. Nothing about any of the words that spilled forth from your mouth sounded even remotely exciting, “aka hell. Whoever decided that there should be a whole dedicated college course to this subject clearly wasn’t in their right mind.”

“Hey,” she said suddenly, slipping out of the arm chair and trekking into the small kitchen, before rustling through a static of old mail. She was silent for a few moments before letting out a small aha and grabbing something out before tossing it at you, “I thought that class sounded familiar. Isn’t the guy teaching it the one that in the teacher highlight thing for this month or whatever?”

“You actually think I read this?” you scoffed and took the small magazine, shifting through the pages as you tried to find what she was referring to you. You made it almost to the end before finding the small article hidden and tucked away at the back. Quickly skimming it, you found your professor’s small, grainy, black and white picture staring back at you, “Javier Peña. Yup, that’s him.”

“He’s hot,” Sarah quipped over your shoulder as you silently rolled your eyes at her. That was most definitely not why you had signed up for the class. While you weren’t about to admit you mirrored her thought, you couldn’t help but think she was right. There was something about the small photo looking back up at you that suggested he was...very attractive. Hell, you’d seen him in person, and could confirm. The few times you’d gotten a good look at his face, when he wasn’t bent over his notes or facing the board, you couldn’t deny that he was attractive. Tan, golden skin, thick dark hair and eyes, a handsome face. Yeah, he was hot, but you weren’t about to dwell on that, “do you think he’s single?”

“Sarah,” you groaned at her as you read over the article, surprised to find that was ex-DEA, having apprehended some of the most notorious criminals in recent history. He had seemed anything like the man they had discussed in the article when he had stood in front of the class earlier that afternoon, “that is not...no, that has nothing to do with anything. I just need to satisfy a few more credits in history and I’m done. That’s it; nothing more.”

“I’m just saying,” she shrugged before giving your shoulder a playful nudge, “a little eye candy doesn’t hurt. Especially when you’re taking a class like that. Good lord it sounds awful, I wonder how he got stuck teaching that. Was he as good looking in person?”

“Sar-ah,” you said with her namely slowly as you shook your head at her and sat up. She picked her book back up, a small playing across her features, “none of that matters. But, if you have to know, yes. He was very good looking, in that older guy kind of way.”

“Go on...” she feigned innocence but you could already see the gears turning in her head.

“There’s not much less to say,” you insisted, internally groaning, “wore glasses when he was teaching, white button up, I dunno, the average professor look.”

A damned white button up that had fit him perfectly, highlighting his broad chest, trousers that were slightly tighter than they needed to be, and a silver watch had sat on his wrist. Simple, effective, but yeah, a very good look.

“The average hot professor look, “ she sighed wistfully. The two of you, while best friends at heart, were polar opposites in many ways. While you namely cared about classes and just getting it done, she was more prone to getting lost in her daydream fantasies and pursuing matters of the heart, “I’m just saying! There’s nothing wrong with finding your professor good looking, as long as you’re respectful. Besides, he doesn’t need to know if you think about him at night or when you’re with a boy that you wish was a man like him. Besides, Javier Peña. Professor Peña. That even sounds hot.”

“Why are we friends?” you sighed as you rolled off the couch, a tone of amusement coloring your voice, “why are you the way that you are!?”

“You love me!” she called out after you as you made your way to your bedroom, deciding to get a head start on some work so you wouldn’t already fall behind.

“I’m questioning that,” you stuck your tongue out at her as you grabbed the magazine off the floor and took it along with you. You hoped she wouldn’t notice, but you were sure that her eagle eyed gaze wouldn’t miss a thing, “goodbye and good riddance!’

“Have fun staring at Professor Peña!” your cheeks felt warm and you were sure a deep crimson was already creeping into them. You remained silent as you grabbed your book bag and walked into the room, letting the door slam behind you.

Setting the bag onto your desk, you flopped on your bed as you reopened the magazine and looked back at the small picture again, re-reading the article. It didn’t say much about much him, or speak to who he really was. it was strictly related to business, just like he had seemed to be as he stood in front of the class and gave an almost two hour long lecture with no breaks. He didn’t seem much like a man that was running around and taking down criminals in the heat of Colombia. He had just seemed like a tired, worn out, disinterested man. A far cry from what was presented in the short little article.

And yet...you couldn’t help but think of the few times he met your eyes when he’d occasionally looked up from the board or his lecture notes. You swore there had been a smile on his face then, even if it was a small one, but then again, maybe you had been lost in your own delusions as you had watched him. 

You’d even done your best to actively pay attention and take notes, both wanting him to know that you cared about class and because you knew it would be your downfall if you allowed yourself to miss anything. Even if it wasn’t your cup of tea, you wanted to give him your attention; it wasn’t his fault that it was a tiresome subject - someone had to each it after all. You’d felt bad as you looked at everyone around, all so zombie like and disinterested, looking like they would rather have been anywhere else in the world. You were sure he had noticed it too. 

But you’d already decided to make an effort to actively participate in his class and do your best. You’d quickly scribbled down his office hours and told yourself that if you needed help or had questions you’d ask before you’d let yourself fall behind and struggle. Maybe he didn’t care, he didn’t really seem to, but you did. You somehow felt a need to prove to yourself that you could handle this class, and to prove to him that someone cared, that his efforts were worth it. 

As you dogeared the page with his article on it, you closed the magazine and chucked it into your desk. You didn’t know what his deal was, or wasn’t, but you figured you’d be able to something out of him. Maybe learn more about the man from Colombia, and not just the professor that seemed so lost and wrapped up in his own head.

He had seemed so tired, so...run down that for someone reason it seemed to oddly affect you. Maybe it was because you had seen a glimmer of a smile on his face, watching as his dark eyes had crinkled up the few times he caught your gaze, how it almost reached them fully. Maybe there was more to him, maybe there was more to him than he had wanted to give out. But you were determined to find out what it was. 

You were set that you would try and pull something out of Javier Peña, even if it was just a full smile. Something about him spoke to you, something had drawn you to something, causing an itch that you desperately needed to to scratch. And you sure as hell would.

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